#spencer reid fluffy

[velvetwilde]

I NEED TO GRAB HIM BY HIS CURLS WHILE HE-

[spinningspencer]

Just thinking about how Spencer Reid would refuse to go to work in the morning without a goodbye from you.

If he gets his way, he gives you a long kiss, a bit too long to be just a goodbye kiss, but neither of you ever complain about it. A tight hug will do too, or some soft kisses stolen from your still sleepy lips when he gets a call from Hotch in the middle of the night.

But the worst days are when he can get nothing but a "Goodbye" or "love you" text because you weren't home when he had to leave for work. The whole team immediately knows that he didn't get his goodbye when he walks into the bureau without the usual sparkle in his eyes.

[dread0ut]

me when the function has a kitty cat (i love kitty cats)

[theheartbreakprincesss]

red lips and rosy cheeks, a criminal minds imagine

pairings: fem!reader x bau!team (platonically of course) and fem!reader x spencer reid (if you squint a little)

word count: 800ish

warnings: none i think. no use of y/n because i don’t really vibe with that. no angst, a little fluff, maybe? it’s mostly just funny i think. also not beta-read, or like we say in ao3, no beta we die like men.

author’s note: i have been binge-watching criminal minds for a couple weeks now and of course i’m obsessed with it, and this visual of spencer becoming a little flustered over seeing his crush all dressed up popped into my mind. it’s my first time writing an imagine with the reader as the main piece in the story, so idk be gentle with me? i also never wrote for criminal minds and i’m only in season 4. i just wrote this instead of sleeping or actually writing my other fics. sorry if this is terrible anyway. i’m open to feedback! thanks for reading <3

Working for the FBI could be a handful, sometimes, but the job had its benefits. You could catch criminals and help people, make a difference, you know? But something you would never expect to count as a benefit was the possibility of being called in the middle of a date.

You didn’t even want to go on that date, but your long-time friend Emma had insisted she knew a guy that would be perfect for you. Emma knew you since you both were undergraduates working on their degrees, so you had figured it wouldn’t hurt to give the guy a chance.

It wasn’t your best moment.

Not that the guy turned out to be a psychopath or something like that. But the ice of your drink had barely started to melt when it became clear that Sean wasn’t the guy for you, and by the end of your martini, you could see that Sean was too self-centered and trying too hard to be something he was not, with the fake watch and the well-pressed but clearly cheap suit and exaggerated tales of his life. An hour into the date and you were begging to the universe to offer you a way out of that bar.

Thankfully the universe seemed to listen to your plea, and you let out a relieved sigh when you saw Garcia’s name on the screen as the phone rang. Apparently, Hotch wanted everyone at the office right that moment.

That hurry was what prompted you to go into the BAU headquarters straight from your date, thinking that a stop by your apartment to change would take too much time and that you could take the clothes out of your go bag and change out of your outfit once you got there.

“Hey there.” you greeted as you walked into the bullpen. “Is everyone here yet?”

“Rossi and Prentiss are on their way.” Morgan said from his desk. “Wonder boy is getting coffee.”

“Oh, okay.” you mumbled, moving to take off your coat and wondering if you would have time to wipe off the red lipstick before the briefing.

“Damn, pretty girl.” you heard Morgan say, that suggestive tone in his voice that annoyed the life out of you. “Did we interrupt something?”

“Only the most boring date I have ever been on.” you scoffed, nervously fixing your dress. It wasn’t inappropriate or something, just very different from what you used to wear. It had been Emma’s idea, actually, to pair that black sleeveless dress with knee-high boots. “He spent the entire time talking about himself.” you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, look at you!” Garcia exclaimed as she got into the bullpen. “You look like a million bucks, darling.”

“Thank you, Pen.” you said. “What’s the case about?”

“A woman went missing in Indiana this morning in the same way three more disappeared in the last month before they were found dead.” JJ told, walking out of her office. “Oh, hot date tonight?” she asked.

“Disappointing, actually.” you laughed. “Can we not talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” you heard Spencer’s voice from behind Penelope.

“About her date.” Garcia said. Spencer joined them as they all stood near your desk, two coffee mugs in his hands. His messy hair was the first thing you noticed, looking like he had been dragged out of his bed. He handed you the second coffee mug, the one with little cartoon kittens stamped on it, then his eyes really focused on you.

“Oh, thank you.” you mumbled, taking a sip of it.

“I– yeah, I…” he stammered, eyes moving up and down, up and down.

“Are you alright, Doc?” you asked, using the nickname you had given him a few weeks into working together.

“Ooh, I think you broke pretty boy.” Morgan laughed.

“It’s probably the red lipstick.” Garcia pointed out, joining Derek in his laughs. You waited for one of Spencer’s famous info-dumps, where he would talk about how red lipstick used to be made out of crushed beetles in Ancient Egypt or something, but he was still silent, lips parted like he meant to say something but couldn’t figure out what.

“Do you need me to reset you or something?” you were now having a bit of fun with it. It wasn’t like you were trying to be mean, but both of you had been dancing around unspoken feelings for a while now.

“I… you look pretty.” Spencer finally managed to say.

You put the mug to your lips, trying to hide the blood that was rushing to your cheeks as Morgan whistled.

“Go on, wonder boy.”

“Derek? Shut up.” then, you looked at Spencer again, who was timidly smiling at you.“Thanks.” you mumbled.

Spencer looked at the mug on your hands, focusing on the stain of your lipstick on the rim of the mug.

“Uh, did you know that the first known red lipsticks were created by crushing gemstones in Mesopotamia over 5.000 years ago?”

•

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

can i request a hotch x two-years-old-daughter!reader? i could totally see her begging her dad to let her wear her pink, poofy princess dress when hotch has to take her to work with him. but while hotch is busy, she manages to wander off. she then meets spencer (i imagine this takes place when spencer’s just starting with the bau) & immediately clings to him lol. she’s just very giggly, bubbly, cuddly, & LOVES to play with his hair. & poor spencer is just so confused but is endeared by her nevertheless. & then hotch finally finds her & is relieved. <3

sorry it’s so long! love your works!

Aaron Hotchner X Young Daughter reader

Request: can i request a hotch x two-years-old-daughter!reader? i could totally see her begging her dad to let her wear her pink, poofy princess dress when hotch has to take her to work with him. but while hotch is busy, she manages to wander off. she then meets spencer (i imagine this takes place when spencer’s just starting with the bau) & immediately clings to him lol. she’s just very giggly, bubbly, cuddly, & LOVES to play with his hair. & poor spencer is just so confused but is endeared by her nevertheless. & then hotch finally finds her & is relieved. <3

I do love young Hotch daughter who is completely opposite to her dad. Around season 1, Hailey is alive and just had Jack.

Third person pov...

Hailey smiles as her Husband runs around after their hyperactive 2 year old, little Y/N Hotchner was a ball of sunshine and energy.

The 2 year old was excited she had a baby brother and loved to play with him, though she loved playing with her Daddy even more.

Currently the little ball of energy was running around the house away from her Dad who was attempting to put her in her clothes, she was going to work with him for the day.

The little girl was only half dressed as she ran before the man could put her trousers on, giggling she shouts "no daddy!" As the man almost grabs her, a smile on his face.

Still chasing the girl, surprised at how quick she was for a tot, though he wasn't running more like in slow motion, wanting the chase to last a little longer, it wasn't every day he got to do this with his daughter (besides he had time before work started)

From the living room, Hailey watches her Husband and daughter with a smile on her face as she held her sleeping baby, Jack was sound asleep as if nothing was happening.

As they make another loop around the house Aaron stops and hops into the doorway of the living room, back pressed against the wall, Hailey watches her husband as he made a shush motion.

"Daddy?" Calls Y/N as the tot ran past the room, a confused look on her face and she looked for her dad. Poking her head around the door she looked at her Mum. "Where daddy?" She asks a pout on her lips.

Hailey fails to hide her smile as her daughter was grabbed and thrown upside down, giggling madly Y/N yelled to be let down. "Daddy! Let go" giggling even more when her tummy was tickled.

"Never, now its time for naughty girls to be dressed" he tells his daughter smiling wickedly as he continues to tickle his daughter, the H/C girl only wiggled in his grasp.

"No no daddy, wanna wear princess dress" yells the tot, Aaron stops his attack and looks at his wife. Hailey only shrugs her shoudlers.

Ever since her birthday Y/N loved one gift in particular, it was a beautiful poofy princess dress her parents got specially made for her.

She loved wearing it every time they went out and was always careful to keep it clean. Hotch sighs of course she would want to wear it to his work.

Looking down at the sad puppy look hisbwas getting he gave in. Hanging his head he stood up Y/N in his arms.

"Okay, Princess dress it is" he declared, dramatically, while bouncing the little girl in his arms before walking upstairs with a happy Y/N "yayy" cheers the young girl.

Finally ready to go Hotch grabbed his brief case, his lunch and Y/N lunch. As he headed for the door he called for Y/N the little girl eagerly bouncing over to him as he helped her put on her light up shoes.

"Ready princess" he asks her, Y/N gives him a huge gumming smile. "Yes Sir Daddy!" She saluted him before hugging her Mum and baby brother before leaving. "Good luck" Hailey whispers as she kisses Aaron.

When they arrived at the FBI headquarters Hotch pulls his daughter aside. "Now N/N, I know your excited, but I need you to stay close to me today okay? The office is busy and I don't want you to get lost" he explains to the girl.

Y/N smiles and hugs his neck giggling. "Yes Daddy! I be good" she smiles, Hotch pats her head a smile on his lips. "Thank you N/N" the two Hotchners then walk into the busy building.

And what a pair they made, Hotch in his usual suit and red tie combo, his stoic expresson on his face. Y/N in her pink poffy dress with light up shoes waving and smiling at all the agents she sees.

Once they get to the bullpen, Y/N is introduced to the team who are all excited to meet the young girl. Soon Hotch is busy in his office mountains of paperwork to go through.

On the floor lays Y/N, the young girl had grown bored it staying in the office. She had drawn lots of pictures, played with her toys. Now she wanted to explore.

Getting up from the floor she walks over to the door and opens it quietly, giggling silently she squeezes through the gap and is now free from the room.

Giggling she runs around the bullpen looking at all the desk and the members of her daddy's team, one person stand out to her, that's person being Spencer Reid who had jsut recently joined the BAU.

Walking up to thr agent she grabs onto his pant leg and shakes his gaining the surprised Dr's attention, looking doen and the girl dressed in pink spencer gives her an awkward smile.

"Hi..?" He says Y/N grins up at him. "Hi! I'm Y/N" she tells him proudly. Spencer is taken aback how smiley Hotches daughter is.

"I'm Spencer, nice to meet you Y/N" he says, before Y/N holds her arms up to him, Spencer was confused before realising she wanted to be picked up.

Nervously looking over to his bosses office he picks the girl up and sets her down on his lap, Y/Ns smiles brightens as she was held by the young man.

The brown haired man was surprised again when the ball on energy on his lap twisted around so she could koala hug him, pressing tightly to him Spencer hugged her back.

" your nice" came a muffled voice pressed to his chest, Spencer let out a surprised laugh at that making Y/N erupted into giggles all over again.

After hugging spencer the H/C tot began moving around as he tried to work, afgwr wriggling a bit she finally settled behind him, half sitting on top of his chair and half holding onto his back.

Y/N happily played with the agents hair as Spencer worked, he was slowly getting used to the girl spending time with him.

As this happened a very worried Dad was panicking in his office trying to find his daughter, after going through everything in his office Hotch threw open his door and stepped down the ramp into the bullpen.

Morgan stood from his desk as he saw the worried expression on the man's face. "Woah woah, what's happened Hotch?" He asks the worried man.

Shoulders shaking Aaron explained he couldn't find his daughter anywhere, instead of helping Derek just laughed and pointed.

Following his arm Hotch breathed a sigh off relief as he saw where Y/N had got to, smiling he watched his daughter laugh and play with the young doctors hair.

He was glad she was okay and made a new friend. Quickly taking a few pictures he sends them to Haily who messaged back just a quick. "Some one made a new friend" chuckling he responded. "I think they both made a new friend"

Putting his phone away he went back to his office, happy to leave his daughter in his agents capable hands.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot sorry for the wait! Sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word Count : 1375

[cumulo-stratus]

Could you do a fic of a reader with chronic pain x Spencer Reid? Please just fluff and maybe angst but obviously it's totally up to you. I've been having a few flare ups recently and it sucks ass.

Maybe Spencer like low key just makes them rest all day even though they want to help out with a case?

Love your writing btw! :)

French press coffee[s.r]

Spencer insist you take a break despite your insistence

WARNINGS- mentions of chronic illness symptoms,

Spencer Reid x gn!reader ][ fluff/hurt comfort ][ masterlist!!

a/n- The reader is implied to have chronic fatigue, or something similar but let me know if anything is inaccurate!

1.3k

You couldn't hold back a grimace when you finally reached a standing position after much effort. The pain radiated through the rest of your body, making it hard to function, not to mention the fog blanketing your brain. 

But before you could even think about how to deal with the flare up, you dreadedly remembered you had work today. Well you had work (almost) everyday.

This meant walking to the train station with spencer. Then taking the 45 minute train ride, with Spencer. And then you and Spencer could finally get to work, only to then fly to god knows where and profile serial killers.

You internally sighed. You were in for a long day. But you couldn't let Spencer know that- or he would make you stay home from work like the wonderful boyfriend he was.

So you instead crept quietly out the door, wincing when it cracked slightly. As soon as you slipped through the door your shoulders relaxed and you padded into the kitchen to start coffee.

Or at least you tried to, but you were slowed down by the intense ache radiating in waves. Usually the pain was bearable, of course with the help of your accommodations, at home and at work- but not today. When you finally made it to the kitchen counter, you grabbed the kettle and started boiling water for the necessary caffeine.

Just because Spencer will accept any coffee, doesn't mean he isn't the eensiest bit a coffee nerd. He especially had a sweet spot for French press coffee. 

Spencer felt the first sip was just that much more satisfying when you had to work a little bit for it. 

Despite his wet noodle type physicality, he still always pushed his whole weight down on the pump. He would feel it slowly sink under his gaze and he would smile slightly. 

You smiled at this thought as you sank down into one of the chairs sitting around the kitchen table. 

But the smile faded as soon as it had placed itself on your lips when your mind came back to the pain aching through your body and fog coating your mind.

The whistling of the kettle woke Spencer, his face scrunching up at the unpleasant noise. With the hope of finding the source and stopping it. When your sleepy boyfriend broached the kitchen, he found you slightly hunched over the kitchen table in a chair.

but when you heard Spencer come in you stayed hunched until Spencer called your name and you perked up, noticing the boiling pot. 

Spencer noticed your expression flicker when you stood up, and took note of that and the fact that you didn't notice the kettle boiling at first. Spencer could read you like a book, and right then- you were saying you were in pain. Well Spencer had to read between the lines, but he was just as good at that. 

“Good morning my love,” Spencer mumbled into your shoulder, as he had now wrapped his arms around your waist while you poured the steaming water into the large canister. 

you just so conveniently turned around to greet spencer just before you got to the step of pushing down on the pump, spencer took a note of this as well. 

“good morning” but this time the smile actually reached your eyes when you spoke, Spencer always brightening your mood. you even forgot the pain for a brief moment when he pressed a soft kiss on your lips, your eyes easily drooping closed. But when he pulled away to finish the coffee, not commenting on your casual avoidance of the physical exertion portion of the process, reality came back harshly. 

You took this opportunity to sit down, closing your eyes and sighing for a moment at being off your feet. Again, Spencer noted this to himself. 

A couple minutes later, he approached you quietly, two mugs in hand. One was black with at least a couple tablespoons of sugar, and the other with just an average amount of cream and sugar. 

Spencer pressed one into your eagerly awaiting hands, and the other onto the table while he put the coffee grounds away.

You could feel your boyfriend watching you carefully ever since he entered. Not only was he a profiler, but so were you. Although both of you knew he was watching, and the other knew, neither said anything. It was like an odd competition of who would bring it up first, you or him.

He won. “How's you feeling today?” Spencer spoke with a casual tone but the question held weight. the weight of the whole morning that had come before.

you smiled weakly as a response and shrugged, saying “ not too bad, i'll just bring my cane,” you tried to sound casual but Spencer could see right through you. 

He threw a knowing look, his eyes holding empathy. You couldn't meet his gaze. “Angel-” Spencer couldn't get the rest of the sentence out before you interrupted firmly. “No- I'm going to work. We have cases, people need us.” You had a determined look on your face, you were always stubborn. 

Spencer thought this to himself as his gaze softened, a sympathetic look creeping up.   “Honey, you need to take care of yourself, it's okay to not go to work for one day. You'll be better help with the case when your not in pain and your more clear headed-”

You found it hard to argue, stuttering a bit before huffing and saying “but the team needs me…” your argument was meek, as you had essentially already accepted defeat. 

Your disagreement made Spencer furrow his eyebrows, causing the familiar worry crease between the two form.

Though it was hard for Spencer to stay mad at you, especially when you looked so sweet like that. Sat at the kitchen table, a warm mug of coffee cupped between your hands, your hair a mess from sleep. 

there was still a substantial amount of coffee left in your mug. You had forgotten it for arguing with your boyfriend.

Spencer Instead pushed himself up from his chair with a heave, making his way to you a couple steps away. 

He reached out a hand. A compromise. You took it silently in surrender to Spencer's insistence. Although you didn't say anything Spencer could tell you were slightly embarrassed at needing to take a break. 

He offered a small squeeze of your hand as reassurance, hoping to provide some comfort. 

Spencer used his hold on your hand to lead you to your shared bedroom. He left a chaste kiss on your lips and left you to get ready. 

He instead used the time to call your boss and explain the situation. You could vaguely hear Spencer speaking to someone on the phone as you pulled out some of your (Spencer's) most well worn lounge wear. 

“Hey Hotch, ya, ya- oh really- are you sure?” You could only hear Spencer's side of the conversation as you entered the living room with your cane in hand. 

Spencer threw you a smile as you walked up to him, taking his cheek in your palm and placing a soft kiss. 

Once Spencer hung up the phone, he explained that Hotch had told him that it was mostly a paperwork day. This meant Spencer could stay home with you all day(as the workaholic he was he always brought his paperwork home anyways).

Despite having woken up not more than an hour ago, you were ready to sink into the couch, resting your cane against the side.

You weren't really listening to what Spencer was saying very well as the fog was growing thick in your mind. 

Spencer almost immediately noticed, and sat down next to you on the couch, pulling you into his side.

You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and nuzzling into his chest. Spencer placed one arm around your shoulder and used the other to work on some reports. 

You spent most of the day in his arms, sleeping, or talking with your boyfriend. You tried doing some mission reports but your brain felt like sludge and your muscles ached. 

But it wasn't as bad, because you had Spencer there with you.

The End

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[whoisspence]

he's so angelical

[0and0its0doctor0]

Marry me today and everyday

Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader Warnings: This is so freaking fluffy. No warnings. Listen to the song!

Summary: Spencer has never been more nervous about anything in his life.

Word Count: 585

Spencer paced back and forth in front of the full length mirror nervously. This was going to end in disaster. He could take on the worst people in the world without being as nervous as he was right now. But this? This was making his insides twist in an unpleasant way. What if he messed everything up? There was so much at stake. He ran a hand through his curly hair and let out a huff of a sigh. He looked up when there was a knock on his hotel room door. “Come in.” He paused in his pacing and looked up as David walked into the room. “You okay kid?” He asked and Spencer shook his head. “Not really.” He admitted and David chuckled a little causing Spencer to frown.

“Take it from someone who has done this a few times. You just need to breathe and let things happen. There isn’t much you can control about this situation. Just smile and nod and it will be over before you know it.” David said, trying to calm Spencer down a little. “But what if she says no? What then? All those people. There’s a lot of people out there, Rossi.” Spencer started panicking again. “Kid she said yes already once. I don’t think she is going to let it get this far if she was just going to turn around and say no. But don’t worry the whole team is here to back you up.” He clapped Spencer on the shoulder and pulled him into a hug which Spencer surprisingly reciprocated. 

There was a light breeze that tickled Spencer’s skin and he was attributing that to his goosebumps. Not the fact he was standing in front of dozens of people half of which he didn’t even know. He fidgeted with a small puff ball that he had in his pocket for stimulation. He looked over to see Derek, Aaron and David standing by his side in their tuxedos and he bit his lip.

Derek tapped him reassuringly on the shoulder. “Breathe.” He said quietly. Spencer took in a deep breath and let it out as the music started. He looked up and saw you standing at the end of the aisle in your gorgeous wedding dress and he felt his heart skip a couple beats. His smile grew with every step you took and he felt his cheeks flushing red. “You look amazing.” He said breathlessly as you stepped up next to him. “Thanks. You do too.” You whispered back as the ceremony started. 

You turned to look at him and held your hand out as the officiant spoke. This was it. All he could think about was you saying no and running away. “I do.” You said happily and he felt his heart drop in a good way. “I do.” He replied when it was his turn. He slipped the ring on your finger and quickly wrapped you in his arms so he could kiss you passionately. If Spencer were being perfectly honest he would rather face an armed Unsub than do that a second time. Finally he pulled away from kissing you to gasp and take in a deep breath of air. “Save it for the honeymoon!” Derek called out laughing as you panted. “Shall we Mrs. Reid?” He asked and you giggled. “Of course Mr. Reid.” And you walked down the aisle holding hands. He wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world. You were his now. He couldn’t be happier.

[lovesclinic]

ྀི ۪ ׂ. ૮ ๑• . •๑ ა ۪ ׂ. ꒰ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒, 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 !! ꒱

ღ. synopsis ; the team watches as hotch softens and rushes to help his constantly cold coworker

ღ. pairing ; aaron hotchner x cold reader

ღ. notes ; just cute stuff <3 please don’t flop :(

the first time he noticed was on one of your many trips in the jet. the team had wrapped up a particularly tiring case and were on the jet back home. you, spencer, jj and rossi had all comfortably drifted to sleep. while derek and hotch being the workaholics they are caught up on case files and paperwork.

the only difference between you and the other sleeping agents was that you were covered in a heap of blankets as you always find yourself feeling so cold your fingernails go a blue-ish tint and your shoulders shake. so in an attempt to prevent yourself from becoming cold you were close to smothered in big blankets, so many hotch found it hard to spot you among them.

you were a funny sight, curled in the corner in a heap of blankets, despite that the tips of your nose and ears were still glowing red and your body still wracked with shivers in your sleep.

derek watched as hotch proceeded to take a pause in his paperwork, to retrieve something from the rear of the plane. hotch had gone to get you yet another blanket in an attempt to quell your incessant shivering and sniffling. even with all those blankets your symptoms didn't cease. not on that plane ride not any of the other times hotch had attempted to banish you of your regular cold temperature.

hotch hadn't meant to draw so much attention to you, he swore to himself he only cared about your inability to keep warm due to your position on the team, even though he knew it was a lie, an excuse to take care of you.

and the team had started to notice his, slightly, abnormal behaviour. their gruff, workaholic boss was constantly trying, and failing, to cover up how much he cared you for you.

like the other day, it hadn't been too hot nor too cold, but as you worked to complete your case summary files, you felt increasingly cold. your telltale signs of sniffly nose, lips turning a purple hue, a shiver creeping up your spine.

sighing and unzipping your bag, you pulled out a white fluffy coat to keep you warm. throwing it on quickly, so to avoid the usual office banter. it consisted of derek's teasing and garcia mothering you, rossi telling you to eat more pasta to gain weight, spencer feeding you in a different way, providing statistics on metabolism and hypothermia, and emily turning on the heater so that while they all boil and you are a tad more comfortable.

you loved that they cared but hated drawing attention to it, and if hotch was nearby he would send you home, wouldn't let you work, and you would never finish your paperwork.

but as hotch glanced out the window of his office, he couldn't help the boisterous laugh that escaped him at the comical sight of you wrapped up as if you were a penguin in the snow. the unfamiliar sound drew the attention of the entire office, all of whom quickly returned to their work after a stern glare from their unit chief. everyone except derek and garcia. the pair's normal teasing and flirting interrupted, they looked at one another slightly alarmed and slightly amused

“$20 they get together in the next week!" garcia rushed out excitedly in a hushed manner.

"you're on baby girl,"

one day you were on a case working undercover with hotch, and he realised the best way to warm you up. "You're like ice, Y/N," hotch mumbles into your ear, nudging your neck with his nose. "can i warm you up?"

so you never needed to even think about ways to subtly warm yourself or  about worrying the team after that, not when you had your own personal heater.

aaron hotchner.

[snarkylinda]

Dr. Spencer Reid became the most tragic meow meow the instant he gained an scar on the base of the neck, without having an SO to tenderly kiss it on a moment of vulnerability u.u

[mshalfemptygirl]

Protective (S.R)

Plot: Spencer is very jealous after prison and this can be bad for his relationship with Reader.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Contents: against and fuffy, just a couple with problems but i love it

Request: meu cenário fav é post prison spencer sendo suuper over protective com a reader 😿💞 e tipo uma vez eles vão sair e tem um cara enchendo o saco dela e ele ficaria TAO PUTO ao ponto de quase prender o cara 

A/N: Thank you so much for you guys liked my fics. I’ll let the link for Spencer Reid Masterlist in the end. Love y’all. Requests are open! Hope you like it!

It was the first time in public since Spencer got out of prison, he lived hell for months until his innocence was proven. I don't even like to remember how many sleepless nights I spent crying about not being able to see him, knowing he was suffering and having to deal with a lot of shit. It was all a nightmare. But now he was here, he was back in our apartment, his things were in the same place, his life was in the same place – but he wasn't the same person. That's why I tried to convince him to come to our favorite coffee shop, where we had our first date, to see if he felt a little happier. We had ordered our coffees and also some cookies to eat, I was trying to distract him by talking about my work teaching the children, that this week they learned about fruits and there was a student of mine who just liked all of them. She is so cute and lovely, I can’t stand it.

He pays close attention but at the same time I knew he didn't care, that his thoughts were far away. "Y/N, very interesting. Will you excuse me? I need to go to the restroom." He smiled and stood up without waiting for my answer. It hurt me a lot, seeing him so far away, I was trying so hard but he didn't seem to want to go back to his old life. It looked like he didn't want any more. When I realized I was already crying, a silent, suffering cry. I looked at the park across the street to distract myself, I had to pretend everything was fine.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a shadow sit up and I turned my head quickly to see if it was Spencer. Well, it wasn't. "Oh, love, I'm sorry. Are you okay? Why are you crying? Did that guy treat you badly?" Great, if this man notices I'm crying so Spence will notice too. He kinda looks like him. I shook my head in negative. "No, No! He didn't do anything. He's cool, we're just going through stuff." I gave him a shy smile. "Oh, it's okay, my love! I'll be right there on the other side... if you need anything, angel...". He placed his hand on mine. I was so focused on the guy in front of me that I didn't even see Spencer come back to our table, he was standing right behind the guy, looking at me very angry. I pulled my hand away at the same moment.

"What a beautiful couple! Can you explain to me what the fuck is this? Did you found another guy while I being out, hm? Such fucking whore" I was shook. He never did that to anyone, he has never been rude to me or yelled at me like that. The man I love is gone and now he's turned into this."Honey, it's not like that at all, he just came over to ask if I was okay, I don’t know him and..." he laughed, and loudly, as if he didn't believe it. He was doing a scene in the middle of the cafe and people were looking at us. "Of course she is okay. More than okay. She's with me, you got it? She's my girlfriend, are you crazy? I can arrest you for harassment. She belongs to me, get out of here before I punch your face, asshole. " The young man stood up and waved at me before walking away. It seemed like he knew I was in trouble and that I was broken inside.

Spencer returned to his seat across from me, took a sip of his coffee. I stared at him, still not believing. He doesn't talk to me, he doesn't want to tell me what's wrong, he doesn't want to go to therapy or anything like that. And I love him so fucking much but I don't want to date someone if every time I go out with him he tries to hit someone, trying to humiliate me in front of everyone. I started crying again and then grabbed my bag, took one last look at him. His lips were together and he was looking at me in a mocking, challenging way, as if what happened was nothing and the whole cafe still wasn't looking at us. “Fuck you, Reid! Go to hell”, I stood up, headed straight for our apartment. I need to think. But I guess I lose him.

I was in the bedroom, under the white blanket eating my Ben & Jerry's Mint Chocholate Cookie ice cream to drown my sorrows while watching The Fault in Our Stars. I wanted their love, they loved each other and stayed together until the end. I wanted to stay with him until the end. I heard a noise at the main door, little by little the noise of the shoe on the wooden floor got louder and I heard a knock on the bedroom door.

I paused the movie, wiped the tears away before saying, "I don’t wanna talk, Spencer". I should have gone elsewhere, “Baby, please, can we talk?”. I sighed before saying "come in". He came in, and he was bad. It looked like he had been crying too. He sat on the bed and I looked into his eyes."Y/N, I'm really sorry. I was such an idiot, but I don't want anyone to touch you or go near you because you're mine and it’s not possession... fuck, it's just that in prison, I saw how they treated the women they came to visit and they told me things they would do to you...I'm just being protective. And it's not an excuse for what I've done, I've been such dick these past few weeks, I'm so sorry. I was so rude today. Please, Y/N, I love you", he sighed.

I started crying again, because I love him and I know he was trying but it's not enough. "Spencer, my love today was a hard day to me, I was talking but it seems that you don’t care and then you scream with the guy for talked to me. You call me whore. That’s so fucking heartbreaking. You really need help, please go to therapy, talk to someone. You almost hit him today for me. I love you but I can't live like this... I want you but you're ruining my plan", I let out a giggle. "Plan? What plan?" he asked me. "I made a promise that I would marry you if we survived prison but your mind is still there, I can’t compete with that. And you don't have to be jealous of me, I'm yours forever, body and soul. Promise me you'll go to find some help?", he came closer and ran his hand through my hair. "Promise, love. And I want make your plan happen. Sorry. I love you". I kissed him, a salty kiss because of the tears, then hugged him tight. Nothing will separate us.

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"Y-You won't even say anything?" your voice breaks in the middle of the sentence. But looking at Spencer's teary eyes and completely shut mouth, you know, you two are done.

"I-It's over, Spencer. Please just go, you can come take your things some other day," you don't even wait for him to say anything. You go open the door and look anywhere, but him while he slowly leaves.

You don't have the courage to look at him. You hear him sniffle, but don't look. You can't see his broken face, it would be even worse than it already is.

Spencer leaves, and you slam the door shut behind him. It feels like your heart is being cut open by millions of tiny glass pieces as soon as the door closes.

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New fic in progress

When you start off writing post-prison dom!Spencer Reid smut, but it turns into heartbreaking traumatized Spencer fluff.

How it started:

“No holding back. Go as hard as you need to.”Spencer’s eyes are wild and desperate, but yet again he hesitates. “Use. Me. Use me to forget.”

vs How it’s going:

“I…You don’t know what I had to do in there.”

“I know you, Spencer.”

“No, you don’t. You can’t. I don’t even know who I am anymore.” Now tears are spilling over his cheeks.

“You’re the one that told me that people change over time, but at our core we essentially stay the same.”

“Well, technically,” He can’t help himself from starting to share a random statistic. Which is something that you love to see him do. “While some personality traits are relatively stable over…” He trails off and looks down at his lap.

You smile softly and lean into him. Nuzzling into the side of his neck. “You’re a good man Spencer. You always have been and always will be.”

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SPENCER REID IN 12x14 "COLLISION CURSE"

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| Day23: Workplace Secrets |

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WARNINGS: Mention of homophobia (Spencer's fear), idk what else, fluff

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WORDS: 640

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PAIRING: Spencer Reid x m!reader

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Woohoo this fic is on time but it sucks ass !!

You and Spencer are sharing the couch at the back of the jet, sitting awkwardly far from each other since the team is watching and Spencer got paranoid after Emily had made a joke about him being really close to you. You try to be reasonable and understand why he wants to keep your relationship with him a secret, but it still hurts. You don't want to be anybody's secret, you wanna be able to hold his hand whenever, you're starting to believe you're just.. something to be ashamed about.

You slump down in your spot on the couch, your head turning your head to the side so that Spencer doesn't see the look of sorrow on your face. You pretend to just look out at the night sky through one of the small windows, though, with him being a profiler and all, can tell you're not actually interested in the stars. He looks around, seeing most of the team asleep or distracted by their phones. He slowly slides closer to you, still a friendly distance more than anything. “What's wrong?” You hear him ask, the question bringing tears to your eyes. You know he won't touch you, so you just keep your head turned the other way and mumble back a cracky “nothing.”

Spencer frowns, adjusting himself in his own seat. “I know you're lying.. come on, please?” He whispers, beginning to anxiously fiddle with the hem of his sweater. You glance over, looking down at where he toys with the fabric then up to the worried expression on his face. You sigh, motioning for him to turn to face you as you do the same. “I.. I don't understand why the team can't know about us. Why do I have to be your secret? Are you ashamed of me? Am I not-” You begin to ramble, but to your surprise, he silences you with a kiss.

He keeps his lips planted on yours, kissing you a little harder when it fails to ease the tension from your body. After a second you let yourself calm down, his lips falling off yours but his face remaining close. “It's not you. I'm not.. I'm not ashamed of you, and I'm sorry that I made you feel like I was. I'm just.. I get enough shit from Morgan anyways, and I don't want us to get treated differently, Could we get fired over this!? A-and what if they're homophobic!? That opens up a whole new string of conversations!” He rambles, getting more anxious by the second. Your brows furrow, a hand hesitantly coming up to brush against his cheek, encouraging him to quiet down since the team is all around.

You feel a little bad for bringing it up, finding out just how scared Spencer is of all the consequences that could come with dating in the team. “They.. would never hate you. You're the boy genius, Spencer. I'm pretty sure they can't fire us for being gay, and, it's not like one of us has more authority over the other in the workplace.” Your words are meant to put Spencer at ease, and thankfully they do, a bit at least. He looks around, finding the team to all be asleep now. He slowly moves to lay down, letting you help guide his head into your lap.

You smile down at him, stroking his hair back. “I.. think I’m okay with us being public- I-If that's what you want.” He offers, his cheeks getting a little red as he looks up at you. You move your hand to caress beneath his jaw, whispering “We'll talk more when we get home.”. He's content with pushing the conversation to a later time, just letting his eyes flutter shut so he can focus on the feeling of your gentle touch on his skin.

[cumulo-stratus]

“you're my new pillow”

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The morning light was warm, despite the brisk February air and the ikea duvet didn't do much to keep the cold off the sleeping couple. 

But you weren't bothered, your husband  Spencer acted as a human heater unto himself. Even though you weren't cuddled close, the heat from the other side of the bed kept the whole bed warm.

Spencer was the first to wake, his unhealthy sleeping habits to blame. He rolled towards your side of the bed, pulling your back into his chest for a hug. But it didn't last long as he started to roll back over to get up and make coffee. 

Spencer groaned a bit, still slightly half-asleep. Despite trying to hold it in, he failed and this woke you up enough to see Spencer rolling away from your embrace. 

“Nooo Spence- don't leave- it's cold-” you voice was still scratchy and low from having just woken up. Spencer rolled back round to face you again, smiling. 

“I'm gonna get up to make you hot coffee love,” Spencer spoke warmly, and quietly as his face was only inches from yours. 

“No.” You said defiantly. Your voice was slightly whiny, but that just made Spencer laugh slightly. Along with your whining, you wrapped your arms around Spencer's waist, tightly. “I need my pillow,” 

Spencer chuckled at that, pressing a kiss to your forehead and saying “ darling we have real pillows- you don't need to use me,” your boyfriends tone betrayed him- as it was loving, and even a bit bashful. Spencer was glad to have you use him as a pillow.

“You're my new pillow.” Again your voice is defiant, and slightly whiny. But Spencer didn't mind, he enjoyed being your pillow. With a dramatic sigh, Spencer pulled you closer to him. He moved you so your cheek rested his chest and your arms were wrapped around each other. He then said, “Well then I'll just have to stay and be your pillow.” Spencer smiled down at you but your face was too smooshed into his chest, already falling back asleep to his heartbeat, to hear him. 

But he didn't mind, Spencer just relaxed into his pillow and let himself drift back to sleep, basking in the bliss of warmth of not only the morning light, but also you. 

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