#spencer reid hcs

[ddejavvu]

Hi Mei!! ♡ How about Reid dating a sunshine!reader who tells obviously wrong facts when he is in earsight, just to mess with him? Bc I think it would be so funny 😭😭 Anyway, have a nice day, and thank you so much for all your quality content, you're saving lives <333

"Oh my god Emily, you're never gonna believe this," You lean in towards the brunette grinning at you, but your voice stays loud enough for Spencer to hear across the desk, "I just found out that bowling is more dangerous than dinosaurs are."

Her brow dips but her lips quirk up, "Alright, you've hooked me. What's the punchline?"

"No punchline," You shake your head, feeling Reid's curious stare on the back of it, "In 2019 someone died at a bowling alley after slipping on the floor and splitting his head open. But in that same year, there wasn't a single death by dinosaur. Isn't that insane?"

Spencer is already piping up before Emily can properly laugh, but you can still hear her beneath his frantic, "Uh, honey, that's not- that's not exactly right. I mean, dinosaurs would be incredibly dangerous, if any of them were still alive. Which, in 2019- uh, they were not."

"Statistically speaking, Spence," You use his favorite phrase against him, but you're not sure he picks up on the teasing grin set on your face beyond the concern he's stewing in, "You can't argue with the numbers."

"Well- you can't, but in 2019, the number of dinosaurs alive was zero, so that's- that's the only number that really matters, baby, but if you wanted to read more about the risks associated with communal sports venues, I'd be happy to share some articles I've looked into on-"

"Ah, leave it to Reid to turn a sick-ass discussion about dinosaurs about the dangers of fun," Morgan scoffs. He wasn't in on your plan from the beginning, but he's happy to jump on the bandwagon, "Besides, the last Jurassic Park movie was made in 2022, so there were dinosaurs alive, duh."

[thedelusionalbitchgianna]

*Spencer zoned out*

Derek: What are you thinking about?

Spencer: How long i'd survive if you suffocated me with a pillow.

Derek: What's wrong with you?

Spencer: Do you want a list?

[mandarinmoons]

It’s well past midnight and the only sound that can be heard in the house is the sound of the clock ticking. Normally it would be accompanied by the sound of your boyfriend Spencer’s light breathing and occasional mumbling in his sleep, but sadly he was not home as he was away on a case.

You had just snuggled into your covers only minutes ago and as soon as you closed your eyes to get some snooze you heard the front door open and close in a very gentle manner. Hearing that only made you smile because you knew who would be coming here at this time of night.

You stayed still in bed and kept on listening as you heard someone slip off their shoes and shuffle through the hallways until the bedroom door creaked open and a moment later the bed dipped, which was followed by ruffling of bedsheet and arms being wrapped around you.

“Hey,” you turned your head and were met with Spencer’s surprised face, he expected you to be fast asleep, but here you were, awake as ever.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I just turned in about 10 minutes ago, I wasn’t tired but I knew I couldn’t stay up for much longer without it turning into a problem for you.”

Spencer chuckled and brushed the hair out of your face as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, while mumbling an “I missed you,” into your skin.

“I missed you too, so much.”

Spencer hummed and leaned down as he pecked your lips, which turned into another kiss and another one, and deeper one, after that.

“Spence, please, I have work in the morning.”

“Didn’t you say you weren’t tired?”

“Well, yeah…”

“Then how about I kiss you for a bit so I can help tire you out a bit,” Spencer took your face into his hands gently as he continued his attack of kisses which only made you laugh.

Time spent apart from one another was both grueling for both of you, especially for Spencer because of the horrors of his job and when he needed to go away for a case that was halfway across the country, he just didn’t sleep well without your comforting presence.

Now that he is finally home with you, who were you to deny him of spending a little bit more one on one time? After all it was benefitting for the both of you as Spencer had you caress his head in a loving manner while he was dozing off and your worries were put to rest because you knew that your lover was right next to you and safe from any harm.

Taglist: @radioactiveinvisible @whoisspence @sreidisms @lanascinnamongirls @luvkatryna @sp3ncelle @iluvreid @khxna @keiva1000 @reidstheyfriend @hiireadstuff @pleasantwitchgarden @cynbx @kimm4710 @niktwazny303 @reidsdaisies @mindfullycriminal

If you want to be a part of my taglist go here!

You can find my masterlist here!

[de4dlyniightshade]

I read the vocal Spencer hcs and I saw u wrote Abt him being the Prince of overstimulation, you got any more hcs revolving that? (And/or aftercaree🙏)

abso-fucking-lutely i do >:3

would literally let you overstimulate him until he passes out and can't stop shaking, he just can't get enough of it.

hardly ever cums just once bcs he's a little greedy and will absolutely almost burst into tears if you stop after just one, whining and begging for more.

loves the way that overstimulation makes him feel, the way it makes his mind go completely blank and he doesn't have to think about any of his worries bcs he physically can't.

always has to have you in his lap either riding him or straddling his thighs as you use your hands bcs he just can't keep still, constantly rutting his hips into you and arching his back.

sobs. every time. honestly sometimes he cries so hard that it worries you that he's actually in pain or not enjoying it but any time you slow down to check on him he whines and begs you not to stop.

likes restraints but not anything too much, just his wrists, having his legs restrained just stresses him out.

absolutely owns a little vibrator for you to use on him and loves it, the feeling of it pressing against his sensitive tip making his whole body shake and making him let out pathetic sobs and whimpers.

loves dumbification! especially when you say stuff like "what's the matter smarty? can't even think for yourself?"bcs he literally can't. his 187 iq out the window.

loves handjobs more than blowjobs bcs he gets to watch your hand stroke him and loves when you kiss him while you do it.

will never admit that he likes to be covered in his own cum after a session, something about the way his skin looks coated in his own release making him lightheaded.

literally wont leave your side afterwards, even following you to the bathroom when you go to get a washcloth.

will shake and tremble for a good while after you overstimulate him a lot, his thighs constantly twitching.

needs lots of reassurance and praise while you hold him.

loves when you give him gentle kisses and play with his hair and will fall asleep pretty quickly at the feeling.

gets really quiet afterwards and just wants to be by your side, snuggled into and draped over you.

[sreidisms]

Hiya! What do you think spending a day at home w Spencer would be like? Xx

Thank you for the request! And such a cute one at that <3

Spending a Day at Home with Spencer (HCs)

Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

Spencer would be DYING to have a day off from work, just to relax

More often than not, he'd lay in bed with you till late because he rarely gets the time to do that

You'd wake him up with butterfly kisses across his face (mgg reference 😙), or he'd wake you up that way

He'd snuggle up to you closer than he already he is - because let's be real, he probably clung to the side of your body the entire night - and bury his face in your neck

"You're so warm"

You'd stay like that, just absorbing each other's presence, until one of you gets hungry - time for breakfast!

Breakfast always leads to an argument over who should cook and who should stay in bed, but unless Spence is still exhausted from the previous case, you compromise by making your food together

Spencer MUST be on coffee duty because he's a snob about it and can't cook to save his life either way

While he makes his coffee and your tea/coffee, you're on cooking duty

Now due to Spencer's sensory issues, you'd have to learn to avoid certain foods, mainly eggs, avocados, and porridge (RIP I adore those foods)

Toast with some jam or chocolate spread is his go to, but sometimes you'll make pancakes or waffles to spice it up

After sharing a lovely breakfast, a day at home is going to be lazy if Spencer's around because poor boy is exhausted from work

Depending on his mood and how tired he is, the activities vary

If he's feeling energetic and happy, you'll have movie marathons where he explains the entire cinematographic history of each one - he'd definitely be into German expressionism and French new wave (existential bastard)

If the previous case has worn him out, you'll read near each other or even read to him if he's in need of extra comfort

Other possible activities would be baking, doing chores together, and letting him teach you chess

For lunch and dinner, you'd probably just order take out because cooking just "takes too much effort" according to him

You'd definitely share a nice bath together to wind down, because it's also a wonderful way to spend time together and take care of each other simultaneously

Spencer would most definitely dose off mid-bath

After drying off and changing, you'd either chat over dinner or some more tea/coffee because your boyfriend is a chatter; OR you'd sit on the couch and do your own thing, parallel play kinda

Spencer reading a book or solving a crossword puzzle, and you on your phone or listening to music

I HOPE THIS LIVED UP TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS, I tend to go into a lot of detail 😭 a flaw of mine

[academiareid]

Spencer Reid Boyfriend Headcanons

Part 3 gn!reader (Part 1, Part 2)

He's not a big baker but anytime you start baking he offers his assistance so he can throw flour at you and start a lil play fight because he lowkey loves to playfully annoy you and hear you giggle as you chase him around your shared flat

He'll also eat all of the chocolate chips when you're baking cookies and has to go buy more for you

His favourite thing after coming home from a long case is having a bath with you, it's become routine since you've been together so you always prepare one when he texts you that he's on his way home

He loves to give you massages, any chance he gets to touch you he'll take and that includes reading extensive masseuse books so he can give you the best ones, he's so gentle and soft with you giving you kisses up your back once he's finished

If you're sitting on the couch he'll insist you sit on his lap or have your body on him in some way, he doesn't like you sitting next to him because to him that's too far away so he'll always pull you on top of him

He loves to read to you when you're cuddled up together and always gives you kisses on your forehead, he gets butterflies when he notices you rubbing your head on his chest as you fall asleep and he'll rub your back and kiss you on your head some more as he smiles

If you're getting takeout he loves to have you try his order and he'll feed you it himself, he enjoys seeing your reaction especially if you don't like it, he'll laugh as he sees you scrunch your face up in disgust because he thinks you look so cute

Part 4

I really love writing these, if you have any specific requests with these I have an ask box too!♡

Masterlist

[ddejavvu]

Reader commenting on Spencer’s hands being cold, and he starts excitedly rambling about the best ways to heat them up, like putting them under armpits. Only to get completely thrown back when she stuffs his hands in her under boob to keep them nice and warm and strong :) <3

Your eyes are drawn to Spencer's hands when he starts curling them into fists, rapidly clenching and unclenching them in the chilly Chicago air. You're sitting cross-legged on the stoop of a witness's home, waiting for JJ to return from questioning her. She'd been uneasy with such a heavy government presence in her home, and you don't blame her for it, so you'd elected to stay outside with Reid.

"Cold, Spence?" You ask, and he nods sheepishly, his curls flying.

"I'm trying to get circulation back to my fingers," He explains, shaking his hands out for a brief second before curling them again, "Moving your fingers gets your blood flowing, but there's only so warm I can get in 30-degree weather."

You smile sympathetically at him, watching as his nails dig into his palms once more with a curl of his fingers, "Maybe we can bribe JJ to get us coffee on the way back to the precinct."

"They never give me the sugar I ask for," Spencer laments, shaking out his fingers once more, "I think they think I'm trying to steal their supply, but I really just like having eight packets in one cup."

The snort that you let out releases a puff of visible breath into the cold morning air. As it dissipates Spencer tries breathing into his hands, but his skin is still pale, nail beds dangerously close to turning purple, and you sigh resignedly.

"Come here, Spence," You hold your hands out, and he looks curiously up at you. His head tilts just barely to the side, and you're reminded of a confused puppy.

"Give me your hands," You urge, emphasizing the way that you're holding yours out. He does so without question, but you can tell that you've certainly improved circulation to his face, because his cheeks are blazing hot with a rosy blush when he obeys.

"Body heat really helps," You promise, unzipping the fabric of your FBI windbreaker. You hold both of Spencer's hands in your free hand now, but when your jacket is properly unzipped you lead his hands straight to your torso. They're posed on your ribcage, and Spencer stills, watching the way that they touch you with wide eyes.

"Under- there," You slip his hands up an inch, letting them slip into the space beneath your bra, your skin flushed with natural heat that soaks into Spencer's veins like sunlight to a wilting plant. Contrary to the body heat now flooding his limbs he's frozen, eyes wide and jaw slack as you stuff his hands beneath your chest.

"That better?" You ask, shimmying slightly in place and jostling his hands. Your bra slips further over the backs of his hands and only makes them warmer, enveloping him in even more of your body heat. He gulps, you actually see his throat bob, and nods silently, still leaned forwards to take in more of your warmth.

"Thanks," He breathes, trying very hard, and failing very miserably, to pretend like he's not about to combust.

You're almost certain that his hands are barely thawed at all when JJ steps abruptly out of the front doors of the building, and her boots skid to a stop in front of you and Spencer. You glance up at her with a warm smile, but Spencer yanks his hands away, wringing them out in his lap with wide eyes.

"Uh, she was- we were just... my hands-" Spencer babbles, and the more he struggles, the more her smirk grows over her face.

"His hands were cold," You explain, reaching out to grab them once more and squeezing the barely-tepid skin, "Let's hurry and get into the car, we can turn the heat on full blast."

You've seen Spencer exhibit a mild jog while chasing unsubs, his gun held at his side like it's a bag of bricks, but he skitters to the SUV faster than you've ever seen him move, leaving you and JJ behind on the steps of the apartment building.

"So, did he put his hands there, or did you?" JJ asks, and you don't need to see her face; you know from the mirth in her voice that she's still smirking as you stand up.

"I did," You grunt, trying very hard, and failing very miserably, to pretend like you're not about to combust, "He was shivering, JJ. What was I supposed to do, let him freeze to death?"

"No, no," She raises her hands in a gesture of surrender but her voice still contains that sadistic amusement, "You're right. A word of advice, though: next time, stick his hands between your thighs. It's a lot warmer down there."

[whereireid]

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | masterlist

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

Summary: Drinking with Spencer turns out to be more eventful than you thought.

— warnings: fluff, alcohol

You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol that’s making you feel warm and gooey, or the fact that Spencer’s hand hasn’t left your thigh since he slumped next to you on the sofa.

He’s drunk, that’s for sure. You both are. It’s been a rough day — for him more than you. It’s been a day so bad that when Spencer had come back to your apartment, mopey and dull, you’d taken the tequila out of your fridge and offered him a shot.

And another. And another.

“Do you think I’ll ever manage to save up and get my own apartment?” Spencer grumbles from next to you, his fingers trailing shapes on the skin of your thigh, his head lulling tiredly against your chest. 

“One day,” you answer honestly, your heart pitter-pattering in your chest as Spencer hums. He’s so close to you that you can feel the heat radiating off of him, and you take the chance to snuggle closer, your leg brushing against his. “But I don’t want you to.”

“Why not?” 

You bite your lip, focusing on the half-empty bottle of tequila as you speak. “I don’t know. I guess I’d miss you, Spence,” you mumble, your skin exploding with goosebumps as his fingers run up and down your skin. “Besides, it’s much safer with a literal member of the FBI living with me.”

Spencer snorts, the frame of his glasses rubbing uncomfortably against your shoulder, but you don’t comment on it. You’re afraid that if you do, he’ll move away, and that’s the last thing you want. No, you like Spencer being close to you, because it makes you feel good and warm and gooey.

“I failed my firearms qualification,” he mopes, sighing as you smooth his hair down gently in an attempt to reassure him. The touch makes his cheeks flush a wild red, and he hopes you don’t notice — and, if you do notice, he hopes that you think it’s because of the alcohol. “It’s hardly any safer with me around.”

“You’ll pass next time,” you offer, shooting him a gentle smile, and you try to ignore the way that your heart twists when his hazel eyes bore into yours. “I believe in you.”

“I’ve never failed at anything before,” Spencer slurs out, the dragging motion of his fingers stilling, his open palm resting on your thigh. There’s something intimate about the way he’s touching you and the fact that you’re allowing him. “It’s embarrassing.”

You grin, trying to ignore the way Spencer’s pitiful whining makes you yearn for him even more. “There’s a first time for everything, Spence,” you say, watching as his tongue comes out to wet his pink, plush lips, trying to ignore the way your stomach pools with warmth as he does so. “C’mon. Let’s stop the moping, and let’s celebrate instead.”

“Celebrate what?”

“Your first failure.”

Spencer tries to ignore the way his heart races in his chest when you lean in towards him, your hands planted on either side of his face when you speak. His senses are so dulled, and he’s not sure if it’s from the alcohol or the fact that he’s obsessed with how good you smell. He assumes it’s the Cantu coconut curling cream that you use — he’s smelt it on you many times before, but tonight, it’s making you insatiable and it’s making him dangerously unfocused.

And you’re thinking the exact same thing, because in your drunken state, the cologne he’s wearing seems to have become much more delicious. Spencer smells so good that it drives you crazy, and you beam at him sheepishly as he takes the shot you offer him, his face contorting into a grimace as he swallows the bitter liquid.

“Did you really mean it?” He asks, his hands now cupping your cheeks, his breath fanning against your face, flooding you with the smell of tequila. “When you said you’d miss me if I left?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t lie to you, Spence. You know that.” You shoot him a smile, your face flooding with warmth as his thumb grazes over your lips. “Besides, you’d be able to tell.”

Spencer grins, sheepishly, his cheeks flushing a pastel pink as he gazes at you. “I’m going to ask you something and I need for you to tell me the truth.”

“Okay. Ask.”

His brows knit together, his tongue coming out to wet his lips again, and you curse yourself for getting so distracted by how adorable he looks. Spencer is so fixated on you that he doesn’t even realising how teasing he is, how being this close to you is only amplifying your attraction to him.

“Do you — do you like me?” He finally manages to stammer out, his ears flushing a twinge of pink as he speaks. “As in, like-like me? Because I think that I like-like you.”

You blink at him, drunken and confused, trying to piece together the words in your head. What they mean. And you’re pretty sure that you know — he couldn’t have been more obvious, but your heart is racing in your chest nonetheless because, holy shit, did Spencer Reid just confess he had a crush on you?

“I do,” you whisper, and Spencer’s grin widens, his entire face now a beet red. You’ve never seen him like this, so flustered and so intense. “I like-like you, Spencer.”

“Good. Because I feel more for you than a like-like, and it would have been really awkward if you said you didn’t feel the same just then.”

You didn’t think you’d confess to Spencer. Ever. And, now that you have, you’ve no idea what to do, blinking confusedly as the alcohol pulses through your bloodstream. Your body is warm and Spencer’s hands are insatiably hot as they press against your face, his close proximity clouding your thoughts. “Spencer,” you whisper, your eyes boring into his, your stomach tight with nerves as he gazes at you with pure, drunken adoration, “can I kiss you?”

“Please,” he breathes, his nose smudging against yours as you press your face to his, your lips intertwining, goosebumps prickling up and down your skin as he kisses you back, with the same feverish intensity. 

When you finally pull away, you feel hot, like an inferno. Your skin blazes wildly, and your eyes scan Spencer’s, whose so fixated on you that it makes you flush even hotter. Spencer’s lips are painted red, smudged with your lipstick, and you laugh, your thumb wiping away the mark that you left behind.

Spencer hesitates, his eyes scanning yours before he stutters out, “can you do that again? Please?”

You giggle, nodding your head. “I’ll do anything for you, Spence,” you say honestly, brushing the hair from his eyes as you lean in again, your stomach fluttering with butterflies as you kiss him, softly, your lips moulding with his.

You’re unsure of how you’re going to get any sleep tonight, because Spencer’s mouth on yours is more god-damn intoxicating than the alcohol you drank to get yourself in this position.

tags: @junieswrlds

[mandarinmoons]

hmmmmm maybe reader being drunk flirty at a bar or something in front of the team and spencer is trying SO hard to save face but its not happening because reader is obsessed with him?

and ofc the team is teasing the hell outta him and will never let it go

https://www.tumblr.com/mandarinmoons/746776666636976128/ok-i-need-this-line-in-a-fic

ugh sorry that if that sucks

No no that certainly does not suck hehe

Not many knew this, but those who did (also known as Penelope Garcia) knew that you had quite the little crush on your coworker Spencer Reid. During breaks you’d go to Penelope’s cave and half of the time you’d gush about how cute Spencer looked in the outfit he chose for the day or how your hands brushed as you reached for the same mug in the kitchen as you both craved some coffee. In other words, whenever he was around, you were toast.

After finishing an extremely exhausting case the team decided to head out to a bar and you were determined not to hold back with drinks. A few glasses of wine and a round of shots later you felt like you were floating. Spencer kept his eyes on you with great concern and as you wobbled your way to the bar to get another mojito, he was on your tail and wrapped an arm around you to help steady you.

“Easy now,” you leaned to the side and Spencer pulled you close to him, but because of your shaky legs you ended up face planting into his chest.

“Wow,” you giggled and patted Spencer’s chest as you looked up at him. 

Spencer’s cheeks were getting noticeably red and it was visible for the rest or the team back at the booth. You could hear them chuckling and teasing Spencer to “go get ‘em!”.

“Oh hey, how’d these end up here?” you took Spencer’s hands and placed them around your waist, even though you were the one initiating the flirty banter you still felt butterflies swarm your stomach.

“H-Hey, let’s go sit down, okay?” your actions were clearly making the man nervous and it only made you want to tease him more. Sober you might never be able to get the right words out, but drunk you decided to take matters differently.

“Nooo, I wanna be at the bar with you,” pouting your lips and fluttering your lashes made Spencer’s heart skip a beat, how could he say no to you? You couldn’t tell, but he did have a bit of a crush on you as well and seeing you act this way with him did fill him with joy.

“Okay okay, only for a little yeah?”

You nodded and Spencer helped you sit down at a stool and kept his arm around you so you wouldn’t fall face first onto the floor. You got the drink you wanted and Spencer made sure you took small sips so you wouldn’t rush to get another one. As much as he had a hard time saying no to you he didn’t want to end up taking care of a hung over you in the morning, not that he didn’t want to, but because of his fear of germs he knew he wouldn’t be able to clean up your puke.

Slowly you rested your head on the counter and Spencer reached over and brushed the hair from your face. You stirred a bit and leaned into Spencer’s hand as his fingers rested on your cheek. 

Spencer loved the affection you’d shown him tonight and he wished that it would’ve happened during different circumstances. He knew that alcohol made people act irrationally and the chances of you being so loving could be added up to that, however, alcohol also showed people’s true feelings and the chances of you liking back were the same and that’s all he needed to know.

Taglist: @radioactiveinvisible @whoisspence @sreidisms @lanascinnamongirls @luvkatryna @sp3ncelle @iluvreid @khxna @keiva1000 @reidstheyfriend @hiireadstuff @pleasantwitchgarden @cynbx @kimm4710 @niktwazny303 @reidsdaisies @mindfullycriminal

If you want to be a part of my taglist go here!

You can find my masterlist here!

[de4dlyniightshade]

ilysm and ur writing omg mamas (u have no idea who I am #parasocialrelationshipcore) BUT im like A SUPER FAN ☝️😫 anyway, ma'am, i had a sudden deep and absolutely CARNAL need inside of me- and how better to solve that emptiness with your headcanons?? 😍 OKAY, so the vision was like basically how spencer would act if you like praised something about him a lot like you emphasize it sm, YK? like say u said his lips were pretty or like his style is *chef's kiss* LIKE HOW WOULD HE REACT TO THIS INFORMATION?!! DOES HE THINK ABT IT OR IS HE COCKY OR WHAT? i need this man on a scary level omfg I'm so down baddddd THE D IS FIRE! also UGH i love your headcanons like they're literally my thoughts except like they're BETTER. que yummi (sorry for allat btw I'm a yapper if u couldn't alr tell)

idk who you are but i love you. you seem so fun and sweet pls kiss me on the mouth.

also! HIS LIPS!!! YOURE SO REAL FOR THAT!!!(i have to go with his lips. they're so gorgeous.)

would probably think you're making fun of him at first bcs he doesn't get compliments often or he thinks you're just saying it to be nice so he'd just be like "thanks:]" with his silly white boy smile.

when you continue saying stuff like "i'm so jealous of your lips spencer, they're so pretty, it's not fair" he realises that you're actually serious and actually complimenting him and gets all bashful about it.

studies his lips in the mirror to see what you're seeing but just doesn't understand why you're so obsessed with them, to him they're just his lips that he's always had.

gets teased to death by derek about it, derek mocking your compliments in a high pitched voice and making kissy faces at spencer.

looks forward to your compliments every day for a little confidence boost and when you're not there for whatever reason he doesn't know what to even do with himself.

ofc you don't just compliment his lips, most of the time it is but you also tell him how good his hair looks when he gets a haircut or if you notice a new tie you make sure to mention it, the way he shyly thanks you for noticing making your whole week.

drunkenly telling him how kissable his lips are is inevitable for sure and when you do he doesn't even know how to answer you, just sitting with his mouth agape staring at you with big wide eyes and red cheeks.

when you randomly ask him if your compliments make him uncomfortable he can't answer you fast enough, immediately telling you that they don't and mumbling that he actually likes them which makes you raise your brow at him.

the knowledge that he likes your compliments only makes you do it even more, making it your mission to have him blushing and flustered at every chance you get.

loves your jokey compliments, like telling him he has a nice ass or something bcs it makes him laugh.

in conclusion, spencer is a compliment WHORE.

[spritehouse]

hc that luke and spencer use sign language to talk shit/gossip with each other

like they'll be on a case and the locals are pissing them off and luke will just look at spencer like

are you seeing this shit

or they're bored at their desks so spencer will keep luke updated on whatever drunken confessions the girls let slip the night before

and then there's a case where someone they need to talk to is hoh/nonverbal or something and the police officers are like "does anyone here know sign language" and before either of them can say anything, emily just looks them dead in the eyes while standing up, saying she's fluent

and then spencer just slowly turns to luke when she leaves and just signs we're fucked

[chronicially-parker]

hiiii, :3 I saw your post about wanting requests (and I also really liked your autistic headcanon post ! and this is inspired by one of your headcanons)

I have an idea of a they/them or he/him reader (can be bau or non bau reader) who is

info dumping to spencer reid about bugs :3 !

(maybe they aren't in the bau but are dating, and spencer reid comes home,

and they are excited to see him, and they start info dumbing :3

)

some fun facts about bugs !

-dung beetles can pull 1,141 times its own body weight,!

-there are 4,000 species of bees in the US,!

-sometimes ants can reproduce asexually,!

-group of butterflies is called a flutter,!

you don't have to include these (you can include your own facts if you want !)

and feel free to come up with any plot you want, my main ask is to have reader info dump about bugs to spencer reid !

(sorry for the long ask but) thank you for considering and reading this ask !

@unlikelyaperson ahh omg tysm for the request! i had so much fun writing these hc and i hope you like them!! i hope that you send in more requests because this one was amazing to write! not proofread so if it doesnt make sense, sorry!!

(bugs are absolutely amazing btw, amazing choice!!)

☆ gn!autistic!reader x spencer reid hcs ☆

spencer is absolutely smitten when it comes to you and anything you like or enjoy he is 100% researching and memorising everything about it and i mean EVERYTHING

so when he found out that your current hyperfixation was bugs he was overjoyed!

he had just gotten home from work as you were reading your new book on bugs

"spence guess what!" you called from the couch

"yeah angel?"

"did you know that there are over 4000 species of beetles in the US and that a group of butterflies is called a flutter!"

he is so happy that you found something you love that all he can really do is just stop and admire you talk to him

"well if a group of butterflies is a flutter, d'you think that our team could be a flutter?" he asks

"well you arent really bugs but the sentiment would be accurate. oh and spence! one of the coolest thing about ants are they can sometimes reproduce asexually and-"

he just watches in awe as you pour your heart and soul into talk on and on and is perfectly content just listening

"i love you, you know"

"i love you too spence! wow, look here! did you know that dung beetles can pull 1,141 times its own body weight which is really incredible because-"

he is so happy to be with you and loves hearing you talk about bugs ♡

this man is so smitten like damn-