#i'm in a spencer mood and need spencer requests.

[luveline]

gorgeous can we get bombshell reader and Spencer May be the first time he’s snappy with her bc he’s stressed and she’s just so taken aback and May be even tears up? And then just a fluffy ending with Spencer apologizing

thank you for requesting! fem, 2.2k

Spencer Reid is extra kissable when he's frowning. Button up and no suit jacket, sleeves pushed past his elbows and hair on the shorter side, he holds a certain confidence in his hands where they're tucked in his pockets. Sure of himself, and clearly agitated. 

You're always on his side; you don't think twice about easing into the conference room to see what's wrong. 

"Hey," you say with a slight lilt to your tone. You're always on his side, and always flirting. "What's wrong?" 

"Why does something have to be wrong?" he asks. 

Not mean. Not light. Somewhere in the solid middle, his gaze loyal to the laptop on the desk he stands behind. You step close enough to smell the subtle scent of his cologne, wondering if he can smell your perfume in turn, and if it's one he likes. You try to touch his hand and he takes the desk into his grip instead, leaning forward, out of reach. 

"That's not what I meant to convey," you say, still flirting. You're not stupid, you realise his mood, but you're hoping it's somebody else's fault. "But if you aren't happy to see me then I'd definitely suggest there was something wrong." 

"I'm just trying to figure something out." 

This close, to your own credit, Spencer usually trips up. He's been getting better as you've grown closer, your 'torturing' —as the team likes to call it— only prompting the occasional blush or stammer. You don't flirt with Spencer to torture him no matter what anyones says and you never have, you flirt with him because he deserves to be complimented. He's andsome, intelligent, and courageous. What others might miss you see in blaring neon lights: he's a catch. You intend on making your intentions known, and if that means playing the long game or the slow burn, that's okay. You like to dance. 

You put yourself between him and the laptop screen. He can still see it if he cranes his neck, and he does. "You look a little tired, handsome. Looking at a screen all day will hurt you in the end. Neck aches, shoulder cramps, eye strain. Though I can't help with the latter, the former…" His arm is solid under your hand, your fingertips running along the ridge of a stark vein. 

He doesn't quite flinch away, but he moves quickly enough to startle you, lamenting, "Could you give me some space, please?" 

That's all well and good, you rush to do as he's asked and step back because the very last thing you want is to make him uncomfortable and his voice is frankly acidic, but everything is moving too quickly, you're not as aware as you should be —you smash your hand backwards into a cold cup of coffee and knock it straight into the lap of Spencer's laptop. 

"No," you gasp, grabbing the cup before the entirety of it can empty. Coffee wells between the keys and you go to grab it to– well, to do something. 

"Stop it!" Spencer shouts, voice sharp as a knife. "You always do this," —quieter, venomous— "you can't help yourself." 

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I would answer you if I had the time. I'll be busy rescuing my hard drive before an entire month of work is wasted thanks to your dire need for attention." 

He slips around you and stalks out the door, coffee dripping from the corner of his laptop in a sorry trail that shines in the fluorescent lights. 

Your first rush of tears are driven by indignation; it was an accident, you didn't mean to do that, why would you ever do that? But the second, more encompassing rush is a hot mixture of shame and guilt. What have you done? 

You take a hesitant step toward the door but don't bother following him. I'll make things worse, you think, bringing a hand to your face. Makeup marrs your hand as you wipe your cheeks. You stare down at the stains for a long, long time. 

I'll apologise, you think eventually, rubbing at the mascara like soot on your palm. Just as soon as I look okay again. 

You don't want Spencer or anyone to see you upset. You wear your makeup and your confidence for yourself, not to hide any insecurity but to embolden yourself, to be yourself. But to get to your desk you'd have to leave the conference room bared as you are, and you'd have to face Spencer, and the second option brings more tears. 

This is all so messy, and it's your fault. 

I'm such an idiot. I'm exactly what he thinks of me. 

You sit in the chair furthest from the door with a pack of tissues from the cubby and rub your hot cheeks dry, streaks of mascara in the shapes of your fingertips like soot left behind. It's sitting that gets you —the shock of tears at being shouted at by someone you care about amplifies into a distress you can't explain. It's stupid, it's stupid. You press your face into your hands and curl in on yourself at the table, ears ringing. I'm so, so stupid. 

—

The inside of Spencer's lip is bleeding, metallic on his tongue. He's white hot annoyance all the way to Penelope's office, choked as he tells her he needs her help. 

"Spencer?" she said. "What happened? Are you okay?" 

He realises what he's done. "Please, Garcia, can you do something? I really need to go." 

He doesn't hear her response beyond her surprised but emphatic Sure, spinning on his heel to walk back the way he came. He rubs at his temple, moving between a slow trudge and a speed walk as he assesses the damage of what he's said. What did he say? your dire need for attention. 

Your sniffing is something out of his fucking nightmares. Who does he think he is? You're sitting exactly where he left you next to that half empty coffee cup, a tissue scrunched in your trembling hands, visible in the small glass window of the door. You must be thinking of what he's said to have missed the sound of his footsteps, or perhaps he's left you too upset to want to look up. 

He sees the moment a sob works through you, watches you hold your breath in a painful effort to keep it down, raising the tissue to your eyes and catching your tears before they fall. You're doing a lacklustre job despite your efforts, the oily shine of mascara iridescent on your cheeks. Or maybe that's tear tracks. It's hard to tell. 

Spencer fights with himself. He doesn't know if deserves to come running back or if it would be more fair to send JJ or Derek in to comfort you. 

"You made your bed," his mom would say, not without affection. "You have to lie in it." 

Spencer squeezes his eyes closed to push away the memory, surveying the damage he's done carefully as he crosses the threshold back into the conference room. Your head lifts at the sound of the door, your stammer visible before you speak, "Spence– Spencer. Is your laptop okay? Did I break it? I'm so sorry." 

Gideon would tell Spencer to be nicer. Hotch would say Reid in that stern shade of voice that's half disapproval and half fondness. They'd both tell him to be better, but neither of them have ever had to see you as you look now, tearstained and sorry, eyes wide with worry but shoulders tense. He has his role models, and yet none of them could possibly give him a way to apologise that could ever make up for they way he's made you feel. 

Little dramatic, Morgan would say. Start with a hug, loverboy. Can't go wrong with a hug. 

He should ask but he doesn't, a second transgression against you. Spencer pushes past chair and the sodden circle of carpet to your chair, pausing in case you're going to tell him to shove it. You lick your lips. "Did I break it?" you ask, as though resigned for a yes  

He can't temper that amount of self-hatred on you. It doesn't suit you. He much prefers you the way you like to be, confident in everything, flirty and funny and soft, in both touch and touches. He takes your face into a careful hand, tilting it toward the light and weary of your shallow exhale. "I…" He begins and ends, stroking your tacky cheek with his index finger, as though brushing away an eyelash. If it were real he'd say make a wish, and you would wish for him or some similar sweetness, salacious smile to boot, or earnestness fit to fill a mountain. I wish you'd realise how pretty you are and stop denying me the pleasure of a beautiful boyfriend, you'd croon. 

His fingers collect at your jaw and slip behind your ear as he cleans your skin with the side of his thumb. You lean into the touch, slashing his hesitancy in two. 

"Sorry," he says, pulling your head toward his neck gently as he leans down to hold you. "I'm sorry. Don't be upset, please. Don't be upset " 

"I'm an idiot–" 

"No," he says, with the facts to back his denial. "I'm an idiot, I should never have upset you like this–"

"I broke your computer, it's just like you said–" 

"I shouldn't have–" 

"–I'm so needy I could've ruined all your hard work," you say, wriggling with guilt like you attempt to pull away. 

Spencer really doesn't want to let you go now he has you, not until he's sure you'll stay in one piece. "If it's ruined, it's my fault for failing to back it up." 

He should tell you that he's sorry for what he said. He knew it wasn't right he moment it escaped him, to speak to you like that, and accuse you of what he did. He basically called you selfish, uncaring. He implied it and worse, and for what? An accident? A mis-step that he practically forced you into? 

"I never should've said that to you," he says, breaking his hug to crouch in front front you, searching blindly for your hand as he holds eye contact, looking up. You deign to frown down. "And I walked away. And you're crying," —his voice fries with sympathy— "because of me." 

Your hand is limp in his. "I'm sorry," he says. 

"It's okay." You sniffle and nod, lips struggling into a smile. 

"It's not okay." 

"Well, I hit your coffee over, so we're even." 

"You accidentally spilled my drink, you didn't deserve to be mocked." 

"Spence…" Your eyes half-lidded, you wince down at the cradle of his hand where it holds yours. "Did I break it?" 

"I don't know. I got to Garcia's office and I knew I did the wrong thing, so I came back." 

You swallow audibly. "I just wanted to make you feel better." 

"I know, angel." He stands again as your eyes well with tears to hug you, kissing the top of your head. "I'm sorry. That was all me, okay? I shouldn't have snapped at you." 

What follows is agony. Spencer patting your back through a panicked bubble of tears, wretched in knowing he caused it, and worse is the look you give him as he wipes your messed up make up away in want of a mirror, like you're grateful. 

"Does it look really bad?" 

"N–no. You look really pretty," he says. 

"Are my eyes puffy?"

A little. "No. You look great." He can't apologise anymore– it won't help you feel better now, it'll just assuage his own worry. What you need is a different reassurance. "It's hard not looking at you, sometimes, you look that nice. But you know that already." 

"I don't mean to do that. I didn't mean to." 

Spencer puts his hand above your heart. "I know you didn't. I really, really shouldn't have said it. I was being cranky and I struck out like a kid." 

"...You're not just saying I look nice to get back in the good books, are you?" you ask. 

Spencer leans in, nearly nose to nose with you. "Of course not." 

You tilt your head as though you might kiss him. He knows you won't and he's delighted anyways. It means you're feeling okay. He's nearly forgiven, or, at the very least, you're not actively upset. "I thought I liked seeing you pissed off, but now I'm not so sure." 

"It's not a good look on me," he murmurs. "But it looks great on you, if you want to get angry with me."

"Well now I can't. I know it's what you want." 

"Can I give you a hug?" he asks. 

You drop all your acts and slide your arms around his neck. He wraps you up slowly, one arm at a time, careful to put all the pressure exactly where you like it. 

"That feels nice," you mumble. 

He bends into you and rubs your back. "Yeah?" 

"Don't," you warn. 

He draws a shape into your back with his fingers, slow, tiny things that make you squirm. "Don't what?" 

"You're tickling me." You don't sound unhappy about it. 

"What?" he asks. "I can't hear you over the sound of me being a huge jackass. Sorry, angel." 

Your giggle is honey into his shoulder, sticky and sluggish as his circles turn to stars.

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[readsaboutreid]

Periods Suck

this is inspired by lenaleechi on instagram's comic about hating periods as well as the gif above because it gives me mad baby fever so i guess this is season 4 softdom!spencer x gn!afab!bau!reader plus a blink and you'll miss it buffy the vampire slayer reference

content warning: breeding kink and period sex [i'm too stoned to think of any others but if you think of them please add them (kindly) in the replies and i'll add them in later :)]

this is smut, minors dni pls and thank you

"...fuck this, fuck everything and everyone, I am done, I quit," I ramble as I open the door to my apartment and kick off my dress shoes that were painfully squeezing my toes, just adding to my frustration. This case had been particularly mild compared to others but I couldn't help but be in a mood due to the littlest things done by the (admittedly innocent) local police officers. I was so relieved to finally go home and get to sleep in my own bed and curl up with a heating pad and my boyfriend with a Doctor Who marathon.

"Deep breaths, (y/n)," I hear from behind me in a soft, soothing tone as gentle hands come down to rub my shoulders from behind. I know he’s well aware what’s causing me to be in such a shitty mood. His pattern recognition skills are off the chart and while he never outright said anything to me about it he'd always be prepared with hot water bottles and chocolate when this time of the month rolled around. I turn around and bury my face into his chest with a sigh.

"I hate periods, Spencer. They suck," I whine with a sigh, my voice muffled by the knit fabric of his cardigan.

"I know, love," he sighs above me, resting his cheek on my forehead and wrapping his arms around me, "I'm sorry there's not more I could do to help."

"You're helping already," I sigh again, but this time out of contentment as we sway side to side in the entry way. "I wish there was a way I could just, like, stop having them," I mutter, my face returning to the soft fibers that I had come to find so comforting over the years.

Spencer's voice is muffled against my hair as he mutters, "That may be something I can assist you with." I don't even need to see his face to imagine the grin spread across it. Lately, he had been subtly expressing his desire for children, but after JJ gave birth to Henry, his hints have become more pressing. And technically, it was all because of me.

The night was a blur of celebration and drinks, as Emily and Garcia joined me in raising our glasses to toast the occasion. But as we were caught up in the joy of the moment, I couldn't help but let slip that after seeing the pure happiness on Spencer's face at the sight of his godchild a spark ignited within me, igniting a fierce case of baby fever that threatened to consume me entirely. Garcia, the horrible traitor that she is, had messaged a video of my confession to Spencer before I had even finished talking and before I knew it, my phone was buzzing with pictures from Spencer himself - tiny onesies and miniature sneakers - accompanied by words like, ‘just imagine a little genius of our own running around our home in this.’

Without changing his stance, he starts off on one of his typical Spencer Reid rants. "Did you know that scientific research has indicated that orgasms can alleviate menstrual cramps? It's due to the release of endorphins and muscular contractions which help relax the uterine lining," he explains with a slight hint of arousal in his tone, "not only does it address your discomfort, but it also takes care of your other request at the same time."

"We could start trying now, if you want," he suggests with a playful tone, though the subtle hint of desire in his voice sends a jolt of anticipation down my spine and settles between my thighs, igniting a fervent ache. Oh. Oh.

I finally turn my head to meet his gaze, and I am met with intense desire radiating from his eyes. His pupils are dilated, and he licks his lips before gently tracing a finger along my cheek and following up with a soft, "what do you think?"

I interrupt him by pulling his face towards mine, and our lips meet in a soft kiss. Suddenly, I'm pushed against the wall with the command to "jump," and my legs automatically wrap around Spencer as he lifts me up by my ass. Our lips met in a hungry yet tender kiss.

Our breaths come in ragged gasps as he pulls away to meet my gaze, his eyes searching mine for confirmation. I eagerly nod, my heart racing and anticipation building. Our lips collide once more, the heat between us intensifying as we lose ourselves in each other's embrace. The world fades into the background as our bodies meld together, consumed by desire. He sets me down and guides me to our bedroom by the hand, giggling slightly with excitement. I know he wants kids and we have discussed having them together in the future but the giddiness of the grown ass man in front of me ends up drawing a giggle from my own throat as well.

As we enter the bedroom, he stoops down to give me a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom. He grabs an old black towel I use for dyeing my hair and returns, laying it down on the bed and patting it lightly. He sends me sweet smile full of adoration as he whispers, "after you, my love."

I stumble towards the light switch and turn it off before making my way over to the bed. I take off my top and lay down, the darkness giving me a sense of privacy. Suddenly, I hear a soft sound from Spencer as he walks away. The lights flick back on, and he quickly closes the distance between us with just two steps. Before I can even cover myself up in the glare of the harsh light, he's already crawling on top of me.

"You're so gorgeous," he beams at me again before leaning in to kiss me gently, lowering his hips to rest between my legs as they wrap back around his hips instinctively as he begin peppering kisses all over my face and drawing endless laughs from my mouth, "I'm," kiss, "so," kiss, "lucky," kiss, "to," kiss, "have," kiss, "you."

He moves back, his lips leaving a trail of fire as they kiss and caress my skin. My jaw trembles under the soft brush of his lips, before he slowly trails kisses down to my throat. I can't help but let out a moan as his lips touch the sensitive skin there. His body presses against mine, the unmistakable hardness of his arousal pressing against my hypersensitive center. Every move, every touch, sends electric shivers through my body, igniting a primal desire within me.

My body aches with desire as I struggle to catch my breath. "Please remove your clothing now," I manage to say between deep, passionate kisses. Spencer eagerly strips down and helps me out of my own clothes before settling back between my legs. His arousal presses against the wetness between my thighs, adding to the intense heat building inside me.

"I've been craving this all week, sweetness," he mutters against my neck as he sucks feverishly at the skin, leaving love bites in his wake. "Craving you and your beautiful body." I have no idea how he managed to get me from wildly upset to wildly horny in such a short time, but instead of questioning it, I just let out a moan as I grind my hips against him, begging for his cock to enter me. He continues to tease me by rubbing the tip against my wet slit.

“P-please, Spence,” I whimper, unable to form a coherent sentence through the haze of lust I had become quickly lost within.

Spencer's eyes flicker with desire as he holds himself over me, his hands fisting the sheets on either side of my head. "Say it again," he growls, rubbing his erection against my aching center.

"P-please," I beg, my voice shaking with need.

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine.

"As you wish," he murmurs before slowly sliding inside me. I gasp at the intense pleasure that washes over me, causing my body to arch off the bed and my nails to dig into his back. He begins to move in slow, deep thrusts, filling me completely and igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume every inch of my being.

As our bodies meld together in a blazing inferno, time itself seems to cease to exist. Every touch of Spencer's fingers sends shivers of ecstasy coursing through me, while each caress of his lips against mine ignites a fire within. Our movements are fluid and perfect, each one bringing us closer to the pinnacle of pleasure. I am consumed by an overwhelming sensation, my senses heightened to their limits as our passion reaches an almost unbearable intensity. It feels as though this moment could stretch on for eternity, and I never want it to end. In this single moment, there is nothing else but the all-consuming desire between us, and I give myself completely to it.

My heart pounds against my ribs as Spencer's gaze locks onto mine, his eyes filled with the same ferocity and desire that burns within me. He gives me a wicked grin, and I can feel my resolve crumble as the insatiable hunger consumes me. "You want to have my baby?" he gasps, and all I can respond with is a loud, whorish moan, entirely unable to form any words as his hips start to move ever so slightly faster.

He surges forward, his body fusing with mine in a wild, primal dance. Our movements become more frenzied, our bodies slamming together with the force of a thousand thunderstorms. My breath comes in short gasps as Spencer's relentless thrusts coax an orgasm out of me. My muscles tense, my hips bucking against him, seeking the sweet release from the intense pleasure building up inside of me.

Every thrust, every touch, every whispered word sends me higher and higher, my body arching and bucking beneath him in a frenzy of ecstasy.

Spencer's eyes are locked onto mine as he continues to drive into me, his gaze burning with an intensity that matches the fire inside us both. His hands grip my hips tightly, never losing rhythm as he thrusts into me and coaxes that sweet release from me. My body trembles and shakes with each surge, and I can feel the orgasm building, growing stronger and more intense with each passing second.

A low, guttural moan escapes from Spencer's lips as he picks up the pace, his movements becoming harder and faster. I can feel him growing more desperate, and I know that he's close to his own release.

The pleasurable ache between my legs intensifies, and I know that I'm about to reach that peak. I let out a helpless whimper as the pleasure was threatening to overtake me, and I feel as though I'm being pulled into a vortex of ecstasy. Time seems to stand still, and I'm lost in the moment, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

The bed creaks and groans with our passionate lovemaking, the sound echoing in my ears as I reach for the pinnacle of pleasure. Spencer's eyes are locked onto mine, and I see the same intensity in them that I feel in my own being. We're one, united in our desire for each other, and nothing else matters in this world.

His thrusts become harder and faster, the tip of his erection brushing against the most sensitive part of me with every stroke. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I can feel the orgasm building within me, growing stronger with each passing second. I cling to Spencer, my nails digging into his back as I beg him to take me over the edge.

“Gonna fill you up,(Y/N),” Spencer moans, “everyone will know who you belong to once you’re — oh fuck — carrying my fucking baby inside you.” His words send me falling over the edge and I can feel myself slipping away, my mind consumed by the intense pleasure reaching it's peak as my hips buck wildly.

Time seems to stand still as we reach the pinnacle of pleasure together. Our bodies move in perfect sync, every thrust, every caress, every whispered word fueling the fire that burns within us. The pleasure is all-consuming, coursing through my veins and reaching every cell in my body. I let out a series of orgasmic moans bordering on screams and Spencer smiles down at me wickedly, his eyes never leaving mine as his thrusts become harder and more disjointed as his own orgasm looms on the horizon. His moans grow louder and louder as the feeling of slight overstimulation makes me clench even tighter around his throbbing cock as he reaches his breaking point.

"Please, Spencer," I whisper, "make me yours, sir. P-please, please put a baby in me!"

Finally, with one last deep thrust, Spencer moans loudly and shudders above me, his body rigid as he loses himself in the pleasure of a release he had been building up to for what felt like an eternity. As Spencer's body shudders above mine, I can feel the warmth of his release filling me up, an earth-shattering feeling that takes my breath away. We lay there for a moment, our bodies still joined together, basking in the afterglow of our passion. Finally, with a contented sigh, Spencer pulls out of me and collapses onto the bed beside me.

I snap back to reality, my mind reeling from the intensity of our lovemaking. I can feel the stickiness between my legs, a reminder of the incredible moment we just shared. The room is still, the only sounds being our heavy breathing and the rhythmic beating of our hearts. I reach over to grab the bedside table, searching for a tissue to clean myself up.

"Spencer?" I say softly, my voice barely a whisper.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" he replies, still out of breath.

I flash him a saucy grin, "I think we'll have to make sure we keep trying this before my next period so I won't have to suffer through another one, for a while." I joked, while playfully poking his chest.

He chuckled softly, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear, "I think that's a great idea, my love." I couldn't help but giggle at his response, feeling a burst of warmth spread through my body.

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[weird-is-life]

hii! So I've never made a request before- but I was wondering if you could write a sunshine!reader × spencer where reader is a but dimmer(less sunshiney? Idk lol) than usual? Something sort of fluffy and comfort like if that makes sense :) I love your work sm and i saw your requests were open so- <33

Hii lovely ty for the request🥰! And thank you for loving my work, ily😭 hope this is okay. Warnings: fluff, reader is a bit upset, mentions of food/drink, use of pet names(0.9k)

You come to work without your usual cheery aura. You greet everybody with a smile, but Spencer sees right through it. He can tell the difference between your real smile, and between this fake smile. I mean, he would be kind of a bad boyfriend if he couldn't differ them.

Spencer comes up to your desk, his hand immediately finds yours, "hi, sweetheart."

You look up at him, fake smile already plastered on your pretty face, "hi, Spence."

"Are you okay?" Spencer whispers, trying not to draw any attention to you.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I guess I just didn't sleep well," you respond way too quickly so Spencer knows you're lying right away.

"Really?" Spencer asks softly, trying to get the real answer.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Really." You form another fake smile on your face. But Spencer doesn't push you, he knows you'll tell him in your own time if you want to.

Spencer squeezes your shoulder lovingly, and lets you get back to work. And even though he isn't going to try, and force you to tell him what's wrong, he's not letting it go.

Spencer settles on the plan to try to cheer you up, even if just a little.

Spencer goes to grab a coffee to a little café near the Bau so he grabs a drink and some sweet pastries for you as well. He even buys you a flower, just one simple flower not a bouquet, but it's your favourite so he hopes that you'll like it.

As soon as Spencer gets back to the office he makes a beeline for you. You don't notice him coming, too focused on the papers, until the beautiful flower is right in front of your face.

"Oh," you yelp in surprise, small but genuine smile right away on your lips, "what's this?"

"This," he also puts the drink and the pastries on your table," is for you."

"For me? Why?" you ask a little confused, but Spencer already can see that your mood has been lifted even if just a bit.

"Just because," Spencer beams at you.

You raise your brows at him, "just because?" you giggle. Your giggle makes Spencer almost melt away.

"Yeah, " Spencer shrugs his shoulders. He would have bought you thousands of flowers if it meant that you would smile at him like this again. He overwhelmingly wants to kiss you, but he just can't kiss you in the middle of the office.

He decides that a little peck on your cheek wouldn't hurt. He quickly looks around, and then does it.

You cheeks go rosy, "thank you, handsome. This is really nice."

"Of course," Spencer smiles at you one more time before he leaves you be. He sits at his desk, and takes a sip of his coffee.

It's missing the very much needed sugar, even if he did ask for more sugar at the café It's still not enough. He goes straight to the small office kitchen.

You notice Spencer going there, and follow him. You can't believe how sweet Spence is. I mean, you know he's literally the sweetest person on the earth, but still it takes you by a surprise every time. It makes you love him even more everytime, too.

You swear, you were very close to crying when he brought you the flower. You haven't been feeling very well since the morning. It's just one of those days when you wake up with an upset mood, and there's no actual reason behind it. It's just this way sometimes.

You know Spencer noticed this bad mood. And of course, he's trying everything he can to make you feel better without being forceful. So you want to thank him again.

"Hi, sweetheart, need more sugar too?" Spencer notices you straight away.

"No, I just wanted to say thank you again, Spence," you say sheepishly.

"No need to say thanks again. I'm glad you like my little surprise," Spencer can't help it when you're around him, his hand immediately lands on your hip.

You try to give him a smile, but you just anxiously look at him, "I just... Y-you were right. I-I don't feel good today."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Spencer softly asks in hushed voice, his hand starts to do circles on your exposed skin where your sweater has risen.

"Can we talk about it later?" You don't feel like talking about it right now. Especially not at work. You'd rather do it later with Spencer's arms around you.

"Definitely, lovely. You can come to my apartment if you want to. We don't even have to talk, we could just put on a movie or something. Does that sound okay?" Spencer proposes unsurely, he doesn't want to make you even more sad. He wouldn't survive it for sure. He's so used to your happy smiles and cheerful mood that it's weird seeing you so sullen. He doesn't like seeing you like this at all, it breaks his heart a little.

"Sounds perfect." You look at him like you want to ask him also something else, and Spencer doesn't even need to guess to know what to do. He's seen those puppy eyes on your numerous times.

Spencer quickly wraps his arms around you, instantly whispering sweet things in your ear, "I love you, y'know that?"

"I know, love you, too," you say into his shirt, already feeling a small amount of tension leave your body.

You stay like that until you are positive that you are blushing like crazy from his compliments, and until someone else comes into the kitchen for a coffee (you don't want to be another lecture about inappropriate behaviour at work, you leave that to other people).

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[ddejavvu]

hotch hiring spencer to tutor his (college aged) daughter, and hes so impressed with how much theyve been studying and how hes helped her grades, until one day he walks in on one of their "study sessions," but they're not really studying at all.....

Aaron knew there'd be no better person to turn to than Dr. Spencer Reid when his daughter began struggling with her college course load. You're having trouble studying efficiently, you spend so much time at your desk scribbling down ineffective notes that you forget to eat, sleep, and take care of yourself. He's worried about you, his heart aches for his baby girl, so he asks Spencer to start coming over on Saturdays to help you.

It works great. Not only do your grades skyrocket, but your mood does too, no longer sullen from having no free time or sleep schedule. You're back to your old self, maybe even happier now, and Aaron can't hold back the smile on his face as he ascends the stairs, an array of your favorite snacks in hand.

Spencer's inhumanly obsessed with cheez-its, and your own snack of choice is held in his other hand. He thinks the least he can do to thank Spencer is feed the man, seeing as he's so skinny sometimes his snug sweater vests are loose. You swing the door shut during your study sessions, at Aaron's own request, because he couldn't hear the television downstairs over the sound of your chatter. He doesn't think to knock, he's sure the creaking of your door's old hinges will be enough of a sound to break you out of your study stupor.

"Y/N, Spencer, I brought- oh my god."

Your dad's voice nearly goes down a full octave, sending your stomach swirling. He speaks low when he's mad, and watching you scramble out of Spencer's lap and straighten your wrinkled top, you're sure he's livid.

"I- uh, Hotch," Spencer babbles, but you smack the back of his hand to get him to shut up. He runs his fingers through his hair instead, combing out the strands that you'd mussed while licking over his bottom lip.

"Dad!" You chime, "Um- I'm sorry, we- I didn't know you'd come in. We just- we were studying, but then, I- I got distracted, really, it wasn't Spencer's fault, we- I just- I-"

"Stop." Aaron shuts his eyes, snack bags now shoved carelessly onto your bedside table as your dad brings a hand to his face. You're sure this is scarier than any situation Spencer's ever faced before, including aggravated unsubs and near-shootings.

Your dad buries his face in his hand, one large enough to cover his features. It's almost scarier not seeing his stern face; you wonder if his eyes are glowing red.

"Hotch- sir, I'm so sorry." Spencer tries again, and your dad holds up his free hand to silence him. He doesn't need to be told twice, or- thrice, and he closes his mouth.

"How long have you two been doing this?" He asks, muffled by his hand in front of his face.

"Only two weeks. Or- Saturdays, only two days. Just- this time, and, uh, the last time."

"It started last week?"

"Yes." You confirm, nodding even if he can't see.

"Are you studying?"

"Yes." You promise, smoothing out a rumpled study guide and hoping he can't hear it, "Uh- this is our- well, my break."

"Fantastic." Your dad drawls, finally dragging his palm down his face and looking you dead in the eyes. It looks like it almost hurts him to do so, and you feel residual pain in your stomach, churning away again.

"I suppose there are worse people you could be doing that with." He muses carefully, "Though I wish you weren't doing it at all. But you're in college."

"I am," You nod.

"And you're an adult."

"I am."

"And I can't tell you what to do anymore."

You stay silent, not wanting to push your luck.

"Okay. There's nothing I can do," He decides, face still more stoic than when he'd entered, intent on giving you snacks. If he'd had known you'd been eating Spencer's face, he would have saved them for later.

"Don't do it here." He pleads, "At least not while I'm here. And- and while I'm here," He warns, looking at Spencer this time, "This door stays open. Understand?"

"Yes, dad." You nod, and Spencer echoes it with 'sir' as a replacement.

"Study." Aaron narrows his eyes at the both of you, pointedly jamming the door stop beneath the door until it's practically punching a hole through the wall where the knob hits, "If your grades drop again, this is over."

"Yes, dad." You call again, waiting until he storms off down the stairs to even breathe in Spencer's direction.

"Oh my god," Spencer groans, burying his face in his hands, "Oh my god, that was- that was awful."

"He didn't say no!" You point out, grinning at the blushy man beside you, "That went, like, a thousand times better than I was expecting."

"At least I don't have to hide it anymore. Do you know how hard it was for me to pretend I wasn't putting the moves on his daughter while we were in Dallas this past week?"

"I know how hard it was to pretend I wasn't tonguing his agent during dinner last night," You shrug, grinning at Spencer who looks like he's not quite ready to be relieved yet, "No more secrets for either of us, pretty boy."

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[foxy-eva]

Santa's Gift

Summary: Spencer and his wife get a very special gift from Santa

Request by @feltonswifesworld87: Would u do a blurb with Spencer and f!reader? Reader is 9 months pregnant and goes into labor on Christmas Eve and Spencer freaks out a bit and calls the gang

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff, Comfort

Content Warnings: pregnancy, labor and childbirth, hospitals, mentions of being in pain

Word count: 1.5k

Masterlist

There weren't a lot of things that I would miss about being pregnant, but waking up to my husband gently brushing over my bump would definitely be one of them. 

It had become part of his morning routine to press his chest into my back to reach around my body and get in contact with our baby. The way he let his fingertips curiously dance over my belly always made my heart jump.

"Good morning, my love," he whispered into my hair. "How did you sleep?"

"I slept alright. It's hard to get comfortable when you're having a human growing inside of you."

"I can imagine," he breathed before kissing my cheek. "Just two more weeks."

"I can't wait."

From my place on the mattress I was able to look out of the window, watching as snowflakes slowly fell from the sky onto the already thick white layer covering our backyard. It almost seemed unreal to experience a white Christmas since there hadn't been much snow the last few years.

With our family growing I have been in a particularly festive mood this year. It was the greatest gift of all to expect a child from the love of my life. I let my eyes wander over the Christmas decorations I had carefully placed in our bedroom and felt a warmth spread through my chest. 

"Are you still feeling up to go to Rossi's Christmas party later?" Spencer wanted to make sure. 

It was a Christmas Eve tradition to attend Rossi’s party, the whole BAU family and their loved ones coming together to celebrate the holidays. 

"Yes, of course! I have been looking forward to it for weeks." 

Spencer kept kissing and cuddling me a few more moments before he got out of bed to take a shower. I kept lingering in bed for a little while before I got up as well. As I started to get dressed, I noticed an odd liquid running down my legs. 

It didn't take long for me to realize what it was and felt my heart rate accelerating. I opened the bathroom door and found my husband standing in the shower with shampoo in his hair. 

"You wanna join me?" He chuckled when he noticed me standing in the room. 

"Spencer, my water just broke."

He turned off the shower and opened the glass door to look at me. With a shocked expression he almost yelled, "Oh my god! Are you okay? You need to sit down right now!" 

He wanted to get out of the shower to approach me when I pointed at the shampoo running down his face, "There's still time for you to finish your shower. The baby won't be here within the next five minutes."

"Right. Okay. But please sit down, alright? And stay calm, we need to stay calm!"

"I am calm," I laughed as I left the bathroom to sit on the couch. 

Right when I wanted to sit down that changed as I felt the first contraction approaching. I tried to breathe through it just the way I learned in a prenatal class and was relieved when it had passed. Still, it was a lot worse than I could have imagined. 

Spencer finished his shower in record time and I noticed him talking on the phone as soon as he had left the bathroom. 

"How are you feeling?" He wanted to know when he came into the living room. 

"I'm okay. I just had a contraction a few minutes ago. Did they say how long it would take for the ambulance to be here?" 

"The ambulance? Oh my god, of course! I need to call them!" 

I was a little surprised by his reaction since I knew he had just been on the phone. "Didn't you just call them?" 

He shook his head, "No, I called Morgan. And then I texted everyone on the team to let them know we were on our way to the hospital."

"Only we are in fact not on our way to the hospital," I reminded him. 

"Right! I'm gonna call an ambulance right now!" He exclaimed as he grabbed his phone. 

I grinned as I looked at him, still wet from his shower and wrapped in a small towel. 

"And Spencer?" I snickered. "Put on some clothes." 

"Clothes. Of course," he mumbled as he disappeared in the bedroom. 

He came back a few moments later and joined me on the couch. 

"The ambulance is on the way, they should be here any minute," he let me know. 

Instead of responding, I scrunched up my face as another contraction washed over me. Spencer rubbed his palm over my back and whispered, "You're doing so good."

When I got through the pain I checked my watch and told him, "I think they were about 10 minutes apart." 

He nodded and confessed, "I can't believe this is happening." He paused for a moment and added, "Sorry that I freaked out."

"It's okay, Spencer. We can do this. Maybe we'll even make it to Rossi's party in time." 

He raised his eyebrows, exclaiming, "What? You can't be serious."

I was trying to lighten the mood but Spencer didn't seem to catch onto that. "It was supposed to be a joke. I'm having a baby right now. I won't go to a party anytime soon."

"Still making jokes, huh? I'm glad you're not freaking out yet," he muttered. 

I placed my hand on his shoulder and told him, "One of us has to stay calm, right?" 

Soon after that the paramedics arrived and got me into the ambulance after checking my blood pressure. On the way to the hospital my contractions got a lot worse and I sensed that it wouldn't take long for our baby to be born. 

Once we arrived at the hospital it seemed like our roles from before reversed, with me being the one who freaked out while Spencer stayed calm. After getting through a particularly bad contraction, I could feel how my body started shaking from exhaustion. 

Spencer kept encouraging me. "You're doing so good. I am so proud of you. You can do this."

"It's not like I have a choice now, do I?" I snapped at him before yelling, "Fuck!" as another contraction approached. 

I found Spencer's eyes to let him know, "I hate this! I am never doing this again, do you hear me?" 

I wasn't thinking clearly then and already knew that I'd probably change my mind in a few years. 

"Okay. You don't have to," he cooed as he brushed a strand of hair out of my face. 

The midwife came back into the room to check on me, telling us that it was time for me to start pushing soon. She stayed by my side to watch the next contraction, nodding contently as it seemed to confirm what she had just told me. 

"I can't do this," I sobbed once I got a small break from the pain. 

"Yes, you can."

"It's time," the midwife let us know. "You're almost done."

"No, I'm serious. I can't do this!" I attempted to get up from the bed as I said, "I'm done. I want to go home now."

Spencer gently grabbed my arm to hinder me from getting up. 

"We cannot go home, love. You're about to have our baby. I know that this is hard and I can't imagine how painful this must be. But you're strong and amazing and I know that you can do this. It will be worth it once you get to hold our baby in your arms." 

He let his hand wander down my arm until he found my hand. I nodded at him and lay back down. He kept holding my hand, no matter how hard I squeezed it. It took longer than I had expected and he had to encourage me to keep going the whole time. 

And in the end it turned out that Spencer had been right. Once the midwife laid our little girl on my chest, it was all worth it. Spencer kissed my forehead and I noticed tears streaming down his face. 

"You did amazing, love," he mumbled against my skin. 

I looked at our baby and carefully let my fingertips run over her body. 

"She's so tiny and wrinkly," I whispered. 

"And so, so perfect," he added. 

"Our little Christmas miracle."

After finishing everything up and letting me rest for a little while, I was moved from the delivery room to a regular one that was already filled with balloons and flowers. Once I got settled, Spencer told his other family to come in.

Derek and Penelope were the first to enter the room, hugging my husband and congratulating us. 

Derek looked at the both of us and chuckled, "If I didn't know any better, I wouldn't be sure who of the two of you just went through hours of labor."

"She did an amazing job," Spencer cooed. 

"And I only yelled at him a little," I snickered. 

Derek laughed out loud, "I bet he deserved it." 

Penelope approached my bedside and leaned down to look at our daughter while whispering, "It seems like Santa came early this year."

Spencer and I locked eyes before I whispered, "And he brought the greatest gift of all.”

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[pherelesytsia]

Overheard and Untold

Pairing: Spencer Reid x female/Pregnant/Reader

Summary: Spencer overhears when Y/N speaks to Hotch and confesses she is expecting a child with Spencer.

Warning: Pregnancy, fear, anxiety, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1.8k      

a/n:. Requests are open. PART 1/2Spencer Reid Masterlist

Laughter roared, and the day was waning. The clouds were travelling, and the smoke was rising. Life ruled in the gleaming eyes and alcohol, wine as sweet as honey together with whiskey painted the lips. The mood was exuberant and worries were forgotten for a moment, slipping into nothingness.

Y/N had not touched the food on the plates and the vegetables in the colourful bowls. It tasted good, was delicious, but she could no longer smell the odour she once liked much and grimaced nearly in disgust as the wind carried the scent in her direction. She sipped and emptied the glass full of water. The ice cubes remained at the bottom and slowly faded away in the rays of the sun.

The long dress covered her lovely body, making it impossible to spot the barely noticeable bulge she could hide from curious gazes. The sun shone down on her but Y/N avoided the drinks and the food she knew she wasn’t allowed to consume, had been reading books she had secretly bought, still unsure how to break the news to her boyfriend. Y/N was delighted, but every time her lips tried to form to the words of all words, the strength she had gathered in her heart disappeared, couldn't look Spencer in the eyes and tell him what needed to be said. They had never talked about the subject of having children before, to have a family and it had never been necessary to speak of it, it was a subject not spoken of at the dinner table nor on long drives through the streets of the crowded city.

Doubts were clouding her mind. An icy shiver danced down her spine. Y/N had imagined it differently. She wanted to live in a small house and be a married woman, yet she had found the right partner for life long ago, but Y/N did not know how Spencer would react to the news.

Suddenly she felt a pair of eyes resting on her, studying her features closely. Y/N gave JJ a weak smile. She wanted to place her hands on her stomach in a protective gesture, a habit she loved too much, but before Y/N could do so, she curled her fingers into the flowing material of the dress she was wearing. Confusion spread through JJ´s eyes. She didn't have to be a detective to notice that something was wrong with the young woman, who seemed exceptionally calm and deep in thoughts. JJ turned to her friend and took her gaze from the others gathered around the barbecue in the tranquil garden, laughing and chatting with each other and witnessed Spencer in a dark suit standing next to Hotch dressed in a pair of jeans and an old shirt.

            "Is everything alright Y/N/N.", "Of course, what should be wrong with me?" Y/N answered, forcing a smile.

JJ strolled towards Y/N and left the richly set table behind. She knew her friend well and knew something was wrong with her, that something troubled her greatly and even a blind man would see at first glance that Y/N was unwell. The façade shielding her features was well built but her eyes betrayed her, let know she was deeply troubled.

            "I've known you for more than seven years Y/N/N, you can talk to me. Is it about Spencer? I'm worried about you, you've been acting unusual the last few days, the last few weeks to be accurate." said JJ in a worried tone.

            "I'm sorry you were worried about my wellbeing; I didn't mean to worry you JJ. I'm fine." Y/N laughed it off. "And Spencer is Spencer, he's not capable of hurting me. I probably need a few days off. That’s all, you don’t need to worry. It’s just too much, the stress, the last cases and the lack of sleep." added Y/N quickly and JJ nodded.

JJ halted next to Y/N, staring her straight in the eyes, trying to figure out what had happened, hoping she wasn't lying to her, but the answer she gave sounded plausible and reasonable.

            "If something was going on, would you let me know?" she huffed.

Y/N turned, faced her friend and flashed a faint smile. Her gaze was clouded and fear was evident.

            "Of course, I would tell you, but there's nothing I should tell you,” Y/N answered.

“Hotch has gone into the kitchen and you can ask him if you can get a day off, you work as much as Spencer and you deserve a day off more than any of us. You look really sickly and maybe you should ask for a week off instead of one day. Go to Hotch. I'm sure he'll understand." JJ said.

She gave Y/N´S shoulder a gentle squeeze. Y/N was about to protest but then nodded, knowing JJ was right and as Y/N imagined a day off she smiled peacefully, longing for a day when she could sit on the sofa and sleep or watch a movie with Spencer.

            "Okay. You're right, I'll go and see him in a minute or should I rather go tomorrow?", "Do it now." she interjected and Y/N nodded.

No goodbyes escaped as Y/N turned her back on her friend, walking away, not noticing the questioning looks her boyfriend was giving her, paying no longer any attention to the conversation between Morgan and Rossi chatting about the food on the grill.

The cold tile floor made her shiver. Y/N leaned against the frame of the door and clasped her hands in front of her body, shielding the precious treasure which didn’t need protection. The air turned colder. Questioningly, the tall man turned around and immediately knew that Y/N had not come to talk about the nice weather.

            "Is everything all right Y/N/N? Is there anything I can do for you?" Aaron asked, setting the jar he had filled with water down on the kitchen island.

Something incomprehensible came over her, didn't know how to start. Confidence left her body. Y/N let her eyes wander around the kitchen, speechless, seeing the expression in the man's eyes as he looked down at her kindly. To Hotch, Y/N was like a daughter and he felt his heart begin to ache and the worst thoughts try to overtake him as his thoughts travelled to the darkest corner of his mind.

Hotch took two steps and lowered his hands on her shoulders but he did not press her to his chest. Loving words assuring her that all was well again escaped him and when their eyes met the dams broke and the walls crumbled.

            "What happened Y/N? You know you can tell me anything.", "I'm sorry, I don't know. It's." stuttered Y/N, unable to form a clear sentence.

Soothing tones Hotch uttered and gently his hands travelled down her spine, trying to understand what had happened to Y/N who was no longer his co-worker or employee but his daughter. His keen eyes travelled swiftly across her body but he could see no open wounds, no aching healed injuries gracing her skin. Suddenly tears clouded her vision.

            "Y/N calm down, you can tell me everything. You are my child and if you have a problem, you can tell me, I will help you and I am convinced that all of us will help you, especially Spencer. We are your family." Hotch said.

            "I can't," Y/N spoke.

His hands rested on her shoulders and again he repeated the words he had said dozens of times. Urgently he looked into her eyes, trying to find the answer but nothing else but sadness and fear encountered him on his long journey. Slowly the walls she had built around herself began to crumble, no longer able to keep them alive as more warm tears travelled down her face, leaving marks she could no longer cover.

            "You have to promise me you won't tell anyone. I have told no one yet.", "Of course, I'll keep quiet," Hotch replied, gladdened she was speaking.

            "Not even Spence, especially him. I have to tell him myself," Y/N whispered in a broken voice.

            "I'm pregnant. I haven't told him yet." Y/N breathed boldly.

Suddenly she felt like an idiot.

            "I know I should have told him a long time ago but I just can't, I don't know if he even wants kids. What if he doesn't love me. You can't imagine how many of my friends have to raise children without a partner. I don't know how he will react to it. We'd have to find a new flat and I know I wouldn't be concentrating on my work for the next few months, maybe years, but on our child and what if we are expecting twins?" she bubbled away, unable to stop, needing to get the words off her chest she had kept to herself over the days and weeks.

            "I know I'm an idiot.", "How long have you and Reid been together?" Hotch interrupted Y/N.

A gentle smile graced his lips, but Y/N didn’t witness the happiness in his gaze.

"Almost five years," Y/N answered.

            "How long do you live together?", "Over three years," Y/N whispered.

            "Who took care of you when you were shot and on bedrest? Who washed you and took care of you?" Hotch huffed again, even though he knew the answer.

            "Spencer. He washed me, cooked and even carried me around the flat. Doctors’ orders. I made fun of him for that, and I know he would take care of me if I would have to stay in bed. I know him, yet I fear his reaction." Y/N cried quietly.

"My dove, you are overthinking. You have found the answer to your questions, you have answered it by yourself. Spencer loves you; he is always by your side and would never leave you. He will be delighted and will read all pregnancy related books he will get." Hotch replied in a gentle tone.

Carefully, Hotch brushed away the tears before they could fall. Reassuring words escaped and the heavy burden disappeared from her heart and a faint smile graced her lips, already looking forward to the unknown future, praying Spencer would stay by her side as Hotch said.

            "You should tell him today; he is not only the father of the child but also your boyfriend of more than seven years and we all know he loves you and would never leave you. You don't have to worry about it," he assured.

He witnessed the fear still rested in her gaze. Faintly, Y/N smiled. She shrugged her shoulders, unsure why she still hadn't found the strength to tell Spencer, her boyfriend, the man she trusted more than herself.

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[spennsrs]

Hi~

Anon with the Spencer request, thank you so much it was amazing, I loved it ❤️

Would love to see a 2nd part of it :))

TYPE OF WRITING: friends to lovers drabble CONTENT CREATOR(S): spencer agnew of smosh SONG REC: like or like like by miniature tigers / i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys MARNIE'S NOTE: I KNOW THIS IS LATE BUT !!! its here ..... spence fluff pt 2 baybie !!! also this takes place about a month after the first part, and takes more of a look in spencer's mind! tw for mentions of periods & pain meds !

♡ ༘*.ﾟ this was a bad idea, this was such a bad idea.

this was absolutely not planned out... but a lot of what spencer did around [y/n] wasn't planned. they made his mind short circuit and his heart beat out of his chest.

he had decided on a whim to go home early, not really knowing where he was going. next thing he knew, he was in his car and found his way at [y/n]'s apartment building. well, while i'm here... might as well pay them a visit... he thinks as he headed upstairs, hence where he was now, standing in front of their door and hand outstretched as if to knock.

he hadn't really... told them he was coming, and the regret was really catching up with him. he knew they were home, they told him they were home earlier...

he took a minute before finally coming to a decision, knocking on the door. except... he fucking ran away.

like an absolute child, spencer agnew ran to his car. he basically ding dong ditched them.

he quickly headed down the stairs before getting into his car, his heart beating rapidly. his eyes close as he sits there with shaky hands resting on the steering wheel.

he didn't even want to think about what they looked like opening the door. how confused they probably looked, how their nose probably scrunched up as they looked around. spencer, stop daydreaming... he could practically hear [y/n] playfully scolding him. with a nervous swallow, he buckles in and goes to start his car, but something held him back. he grabs his phone and unlocks it, going straight for his messages with [y/n]. he quickly texts them, hands trembling.

to: [y/n]💕 ' hey, you good with me coming over? ' ' i'm bored and require attention from my favorite idiot ' ' i mean best friend '

it takes them a bit before responding.

from: [y/n]💕 ' yeah ' ' just a heads up ' ' i'm not in the best mood ' ' but maybe a visit from my favorite moron will help me '

spencer instantly frowned before unbuckling and getting out. forgetting about his little... ditch he did, he rushes up the stairs, albeit a bit clumsily, before he reaches their door. he reaches his hand out to knock, and it came back... the fucking ding dong ditch.

wait- since when did he ever knock?

as soon as [y/n] gave him a key to their apartment, that was the way to go. fishing out his keys from his pocket, spencer rummages through the keys before inserting the right one into the lock, unlocking and entering.

"[y/n]?"

he hears a very faint grunt from their room, and he drops his keys on the counter in the kitchen, ditches his shoes, and heads to the room. spencer peeks his head through the door to see a bundle of blankets on the bed, which most likely held his best friend. he can't help the soft smile that tugs at his lips as he heads in, sitting on the edge of the bed as he gently rests his hand on top of the bundle. "hey... your favorite moron is here to help you out." he says softly as the blankets rustle, a head poking out from them.

there was silence for a moment before spencer was tugged to lay down, the smaller frame holding onto him.

oh.

in an instant, it was all clear. [y/n] was on their period.

his arms come around the other, holding them close with a sigh as his hand runs through their hair slowly. he remains quiet as he holds them close, and he feels his t-shirt begin to dampen. where they crying..? "hey, hey... shh, i'm here, [y/n]. it's okay... do i need to grab some pain meds for you?" he asks softly as he angles his head to look at them.

they shake their head as their grip tightens around him, keeping him close.

"gotcha... i'll stay right here then." spencer hums as he adjusts to get a bit more comfortable, pressing a hesitant kiss to their head.

silence... but not an awkward silence. it was comfortable.

until there wasn't silence.

"i love you, spencer. thank you for coming over..." spencer could feel his heartbeat skyrocket, and his breath catches in his throat. "you know... you aren't just my best friend- you're my everything, my rock. you've been here for me through so much... i-i'm sorry for springing this up on you-"

without thinking, spencer tilts their head up to press a soft kiss to their forehead, then their lips. he pulls away and gazes down at them with a soft smile.

"there's no need to thank me... i'm always here for you, and i always will be here for you. i... i love you too." it felt like a weight was lifted from his chest as he spoke those words, gazing at them. they smile a bit before snuggling close. "i'm head over heels for you, [y/n]..." he murmurs as he gives their body a gentle squeeze.

they sigh happily and close their eyes, soon falling asleep. he could feel their breathing even out as they fall asleep, and couldn't beat the smile on his face.

this... might've been a dream, but he didn't want to wake up. soon, he was asleep as well, falling into the best slumber he's had in a while.

ㅤ ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ

as the morning light floods through the cracks of the curtains, spencer stirs a bit with a grumble. he blinks his eyes a few times before looking around, then looking down at [y/n] in his arms. he can't help the wide smile that tugs at his lips, sighing a bit. he brings them clsoer and brushes hair from their face.

he could stay in this moment forever... but then their eyes begin to stir a bit, opening slowly.

"good morning, love...." spencer's voice was soft, almost a whisper as he spoke, his fingertips ghosting over their jaw. "did you sleep well? how are you feeling?"

they take a moment before responding, rubbing their eye. "a bit... i slept really well though. the best i've slept in a while.. although if the whole period thing was gone, i would enjoy it a lot more."

spencer laughs softly before pressing a kiss to their forehead, which makes them giggle. "i know, love... want to stay in bed for a bit, before i make breakfast for you?" he asks, twirling some of their hair around his fingers.

"breakfast.. in bed? you don't need to.."

"but i want to." he says softly as he presses their foreheads together. "its what i want to do... i want to do everything for you, [y/n]. i wanna be yours, all yours..." he mutters softly, pressing a kiss to their nose.

he loves the blush that creeps onto their cheeks, chuckling softly.

"i love you so much, [y/n]. please, let me show you how long i've adored you."

"i love you too, spencer."

#marnie's writings #smoshblr #spencer agnew x reader #spencer agnew #smosh #requested by :: anon ! #ITS DONE #smosh x reader #idk how i feel abt it but #its done !! #pls enjoy <3

[6rookie-writer0110]

It's not all over

Alison DiLaurentis x Male Reader

Request: Can you do Allison from PLL x Male Reader?

When Alison came back to Rosewood, everyone was in shock. Everyone thought she was dead now there rumors going around about what happened to her. Before she disappeared, you were her boyfriend. Everyone asked you questions about what happened and where she had been hiding. You didn't have answers but no one believed you but you just ignore them.

“So, how do you feel about her being back?” Spencer asked.

“Feels unreal. Everyone thinks I had something to do with why she disappeared” You said.

“Oh, we are in the same boat. Do you still get texts from A?” Spencer said.

“I haven't in a while,” You said.

“Me too. I see you later, Y/n” Spencer said.

You put your books away in your locker. Alison noticed you, she wanted to say something to you but she walked away. She still has feelings for you but she isn't sure what to say.

“What’s wrong, Ali?” Emily asked.

“I still have feelings for Y/n but I'm not sure if he feels the same way,” Alison said.

“Did you talk to him? He has been on dates with other people but nothing serious like what you two had” Spencer said.

“It was rough for him and us. But Spencer is right, just talk to him” Hanna said.

“You have to try, Ali” Emily said.

“I will try” Alison sighed.

All day, she tried to talk with you but couldn't. You and Alison didn't say a word to each other.

✫ ✫ ✫ ✯

Alison and her friends went to a party. At first, Ali did have some fun but Noel ruined the mood. She did start drinking once she got to the party, and she got drunk. You didn't go to the party but she called you.

“Y/n, where are you?” Alison asked.

“Are you drunk?” You asked.

“You are drunk” Alison giggled.

“Yeah, you are drunk. I'm going to pick you up” You said.

You got dressed and went to the party. It wasn't hard to find her and you take her to your house. You put your arm around her waist to take her upstairs then she touches your cheek.

“Don’t tell, Y/n but I'm still in love with him” Alison said.

You didn't know what to say.

“Watch your step, Ali,” You said.

You take her to your bedroom and gently lay her on the bed. You take off her shoes and she is smiling at you. She mumbled something but you didn't understand what she said. But she grabbed your shirt and you don't move.

“Please, stay I don't want to be alone,” Alison said.

“Okay, I will stay,” You said.

You lay next to her and put your arm around her body. She moved closer to you and she lay her forehead on your chest, then you gently touch her hair.

---

The next day, Alison woke up first and she has a hangover. She noticed that you are next to her but she doesn't remember what happened last night. A few seconds later, you start to wake up and you sat up.

“Hey,” You said.

“What happened last night?” Alison asked.

“You called me drunk last night and I went to pick you up. And we just cuddle in bed and nothing else” You said.

“I have a hangover and I don't remember calling you. I didn't mean to bother you” Alison said.

“I know. But we need to talk. You are different and a lot has happened” You said.

“I'm sorry. I had to do it. Y/n, I thought about you every day and I missed you so much. I know you won't feel the same way, but I had to tell you how I feel” Alison said.

“After you left I kept to myself for a while. Then I got close to your friends and we would spend time together and stuff. I did go on a few dates but I kept comparing them to you. I know what you said is the truth, you don't express yourself unless you want something in return” You said.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend, again? We can take it slow” Alison said.

“Yeah, I want to be your boyfriend again,” You said.

She smiled then she went to the bathroom. Later, you take her somewhere to eat and she is happy being with you. While waiting for the food, she put her hand on top of your hand. You and Alison get up and then leaned toward each other and she kissed you on the lips. You and Alison start to smile at each other.

Later, you and Alison went to see a movie but ended up kissing each other. She caresses your cheek then you start to kiss her again.

#Alison DiLaurentis imagine #Alison DiLaurentis x reader #Alison DiLaurentis x male reader #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #pll imagine #pretty little liars imagine

[starzzyeyed]

For the ask hug game- 7 with Hotchreid? 🥺🥺

Hi!! Thank you for sending this ask, I was so excited to see it in my inbox so soon after I asked for requests <3

I hope you don't mind a little angst with your hugs, it would appear I'm in an angsty mood right now as everything I try to write ends up with some form of sad Spencer. But don't worry, Hotch is there to make it all okay again <3

7 - Hug from behind

He knows from the moment someone knocks on his office door that it’s going to be Spencer.

It doesn’t take a profiler to see how hard Gideon’s resignation has hit the younger man, and as soon as the door is shut behind him, Aaron is on his feet, going over to the window to close the blinds and give them a little more privacy.

Spencer’s facing away from him when he turns back around; his eyes fixed on the desk where Aaron had been sat a few moments ago, but the older man can see the tears that are gathering in the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall at any minute.

Aaron walks over to his partner slowly, approaching him from behind until he’s close enough to hear the sharp intakes of breath as the younger man tries his best not to break down in tears. His arms are hanging loosely by his sides when Aaron gets close enough to encircle him in a hug, and Spencer jumps when he feels the hands on his waist, familiar as they are, but he doesn’t turn to face the person they belong to.

He’s not sure he could even if he wants to.

“Spencer,” the person’s voice says, kind as always, and it’s all Spencer can do to swallow down the sob he feels rising in his throat, tilting his head slightly further forwards until his chin is almost resting on his chest, as though avoiding Aaron’s gaze will prevent his lover from being able to read him.

As if that’s ever worked in the past.

If he’s being honest with himself, Spencer’s not sure he even wants it to work.

“It’s not your fault.”

Spencer doesn’t know if Aaron is trying to convince him or himself, but either way, the sob that he’d done his best to swallow down rises in his throat again, this time breaking free along with a sudden burst of tears.

He hears Aaron cursing quietly under his breath, no doubt wishing they were somewhere slightly more private than his office, although the blinds being closed not only block out the view of them together, but also lessen the chances of anyone coming up and knocking; an unspoken signal not to disturb whoever’s inside with Hotch.

Even if the blinds were open and they were on display for everyone in the bullpen though, Spencer’s pretty sure no one would knock unless it was essential.

Not after what’s happened.

He feels Aaron’s hands encircle his waist further, until his arms are folded across each other over Spencer’s belly and the two men are pressed chest to back, Aaron’s chin resting on the younger man’s shoulder.

It makes Spencer smile despite the tears still streaming down his cheeks; Aaron knows how much he adores being hugged from behind, and the fact that he’s chosen now to do so, when he knows how much Spencer will appreciate being able to be hugged without having to show his face, enables Spencer to slowly but surely relax back into the strong body behind him.

“I don’t know what I did wrong,” he finally manages, his voice coming out as little more than a rough whisper, but he knows Aaron heard him from the way the arms around his waist tighten, quickly followed by the kiss that’s pressed into the fabric of his cardigan where it covers his shoulder.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Aaron replies, and he sounds so certain that for a moment, Spencer can’t find a response to dismiss what he’s saying. “Jason has… he’s always been a bit eccentric. It’s what makes him good at the job, but it also has its downsides, and being… unreliable, especially when it comes to peoples emotional needs, is one of those downsides.”

Spencer doesn’t respond but Aaron doesn’t need him to; he’s heard what is being said, and that’s more than enough.

“I’m sorry he didn’t come to say goodbye to you personally. I’m sorry he didn’t think before he acted, but I promise, Spencer, you did not do anything wrong.”

There’s a few moments of silence before, slowly, Spencer nods.

“If you’re sure,” he mumbles eventually, lifting his head slightly so that he can look back over his right shoulder to where he knows Aaron’s face is.

“I’m positive,” Aaron replies, and Spencer nods again as much as he can with his neck bent at such an awkward angle. He sees the hint of a smile on Aaron’s face before a gentle kiss is being pressed against his lips, one that he returns almost desperately, anything to feel something other than how confused and heartbroken his mentor’s resignation has left him feeling.

He won’t bounce back immediately, and in a minute their solace will be broken when they have to go back to work, but right now, with Aaron’s arms wrapped around him from behind and his back pressed firmly against his partner’s chest, Spencer feels the lightest he has since he first found that note in Gideon’s cabin.

#starzzy writes hotchreid #hug prompts asks #hotchreid #hotch x reid #hotchreid fic #hotchreid fanfic #hug fills

[radiant-reid]

Blurb on Spence comforting reader on her period even though she’s being moody 🩸🍿💗

As much as you love him, Spencer has a habit for dirtying every single dish in the kitchen when he cooks, and you can almost see the mess even though you're facing away from him on the couch.

"Spencer, please tell me you're not making a mess." You nitpick with a loud sigh.

He knows you well enough to know you need one specific answer, even if you don't know it. "I'm cleaning as I go." He promises. "Want anything to drink?"

You can't help but feel a little bad for not being as lovely to him as he is to you. "Orange juice." You request

"Here," Spencer says, handing over your mac and cheese, the perfect I'm-feeling-sick food. "It's hot." He warns as he sets the orange juice down.

"I'm not a child." You remind him. You hate being short with Spencer when he's always so good at consoling you, and you're quick to amend your speech before his smile can fade. "Thank you."

He leans down to kiss you on the forehead, fingers running through your hair. "You're welcome."

"Can you sit with me?" You ask, holding your arms open.

He happily obliges before reaching for the remote. "What do you want to watch?"

"Not something sad." You request, thinking back to that video of a dog you saw earlier today that made you cry. It almost made you cry thinking about it. Damn those mood swings.

"No tears." He coos, pressing a hand to your cheek. "I hate watching you cry."

"Okay, promise." You agree.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid blurb #criminal minds

[elliefever]

ᴇʟʟɪᴇꜰᴇᴠᴇʀ

Hi sillys! This is just an introduction to my page, and a kickstart into posting! Im a fic writer from Ao3, and im moving to tumblr in hopes that itll make it easier for me to keep up with writing!

(introduction below cut!)

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

My name is Eve, (Im 5'7 if you need a mental image) i'm a pansexual poc writer and im 19 as of july 💙

im a pretty open and reasonable person for the most part, and im not really picky about writing requests so feel free to send as many as youd like! im looking forward to interacting with anyone whos interested in my page 😊

with all the boring stuff about me aside, let's talk about what im planning on writing! (if you have any more personal questions about me, dont be afraid to ask them! ill answer to the best of my abilities.)

The Last Of Us

i am a huge tlou fan so i will for sure be writing about it!

Ellie Williams

I LOVE ellie williams so much omggnfjhfhx. ill be writing dealer!ellie, loser!ellie, college!ellie, modern!ellie, and ANYTHING you guys request me to write for ellie! she is my heart and soul and i absolutely love her!

Abby Anderson

abby is so yummy 🤤 ill be writing fics for her too! im not too educated on the different abby aus to write for but i am totally looking forward to writing your guy's suggestions! (and ellabs 😊💙💙)

Dina

I LOVE HER so much shes the best. shes 100% gonna make an appearance on my page!

The Walking Dead

Maggie Rhee

Maggie is simply too fine not to write for bro. i love her so much.

Rick Grimes

i can agree he is attractive and if im in a silly mood or get a request for him then ill write some...silly stuff

Daryl Dixon

same thing for rick goes for him too!

Also any other twd characters i decide to write for or get requests for!

Sally Face

i absolutely love sally face.

there's really not much to say revolving this fandom but i love sally and larry so much!

Criminal Minds

im a huge crime show lover lol

Spencer Reid

hes so hot i literally dont understand how he can be so fine. i have a lot of ideas for fics about him and i never see anything like the ideas i have so im hoping itll be good to publish those ideas?

im open to writing for other criminal minds characters too but no one gets me all giddy like spencer does 💙

Shameless

im honestly really only interested in writing for fiona x fem reader cuz i never see it, but if you guys have any other ideas for stuff i could write for shameless just lmk! 💙

Jennifer's Body

i LOVE this movie so much, i cant wait to write for jennifer and needy and make my gay heart unbreak for them. but also i was thinking, hear me out. what if i wrote an ellie williams fic but like... jennifers body au? like jennifer and needy but instead, ellie and fem reader? just a thought idk! should i?

THAT'S ABOUT IT! or at least all i can think of as of right now!

Things I will write!

Reader loving rock music and nu metal bands!

Reader playing instruments and being super cool

Reader of any gender!

I'll leave room for imagination but ill also put some ideas of reader's outfits for those who want a mental image

Reader having good music taste and a good sense of style

pet names

bold, aggressive, and dickhead reader

pretty much anything in between

Things I will NOT write!

age play, baby talk, uncomfortably cliche submissive reader

i wont romanticize domestic violence or make light of abusive relationship dynamics 👍

emotional whiplash, i want the scenes i write to blend smoothly

piss kinks and foot stuff (and any other really strange stuff)

smut where the characters are minors

let me know if you guys have any questions or anything at all! i hope to be uploading my first fic soon, which should i do first?

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #abby anderson #abby anderson smut #ellie williams x reader #abby anderson x reader #the walking dead #maggie rhee #rick grimes #daryl dixon #dina tlou #spencer reid smut #criminal minds #shameless #sally face #sal fisher #larry johnson #ao3 writer #jennifers body #silly #so silly #ellie williams fic #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie x dina #hi guys this is my first post please love me #too much?

[luveline]

What about a lil fic of the first time bombshell reader gets mad at Spencer? Like it can be while they r dating or before and May be r is giving Spencer quiet treatment?

ty for requesting! ♡ fem, 1.3k

Spencer waits for Morgan to get up for a coffee before he gets up himself, tailing his teasing teammate to the microwave. He's hoping Morgan's in a sympathetic mood today, because Spencer is in dire need of some sympathy. 

"Loverboy," Morgan says, his voice steeped in suspicion. "Can I help you with something?"

"Do you know why Y/N's upset?" 

"You don't? You're the expert." 

Spencer rubs at his nose, the beginning of another migraine brewing between his eyes. The gesture draws a little more empathy than his misguided question. 

"You're gonna have to ask her yourself. I don't want her angry at me too, she's gonna fix my computer before Garcia finds out I fell for her phishing email test." 

"I've been asking her. It's making it worse. She won't answer my questions anymore. She just hums." 

"Silent treatment. Yikes." Morgan sips his tea through a grimace. "I mean, you must've done something bad. She's usually so–" 

"Lovely?" 

"–in love with you." Morgan laughs as he wanders off in the direction of the stairs up to Hotch's office. "Same thing."

Spencer decides to make a cup of bribery tea for you. He microwaves a mug of hot water and plunks a bag of your favourite blend in without ceremony, bobbing it up and down as he watches you from over his shoulder. You've moved desks upon request to sit with the rest of the team and opposite Spencer (against Hotch's self-proclaimed better judgement), your things set carefully in contrast to his books, a library's worth teeming on every spare inch. Some have even made their way onto your desk, pristinely stacked in wait of his perusal. It's one small gesture among the hundreds of kind things you do for him. 

"Here," he says, setting the mug down next to your mouse carefully. 

Your anger strikes him. Eyes frosted with an uneasiness he's not partial to, lips, so perfectly painted, screwed into a frown. It's not nice seeing someone he cares about upset with him, worse when he has no idea what it is he's done. 

"You're annoyed at me," he says. You wait for him to continue. "I don't know what I did." 

"That makes it worse." You frown at him. After a few seconds of this—your frowning, his looking sorry and confused— you sigh wretchedly (as in, he's never heard you sound that sad, ever, and he hates it). "Spencer, you stood me up." 

Everything in him goes cold. "No I didn't." 

Your sad frown melds again to anger. "Yes you did! I– I got my hair done at a salon, I bought a new dress, I bragged to all of my friends that my cute coworker was gonna be my date, and none of that mattered because you didn't text me back so I was worried sick all night that you were," —your voice drops to a private whisper— "in trouble somewhere, and then you come into work like nothing happened? Not even a hint of an apology? I thought you wanted to come."  

Your voice burns with embarrassment. Spencer can feel it in his throat, that plucky ache of someone letting you down. 

"That was last night?" he asks quietly. A friend asked you to their charity ball, not as ridiculously fancy as it sounds but an occasion of esteem and important to you nonetheless. "Y/N, I thought that was– I have it in my phone as next month. As November. I'm so sorry." 

"Why didn't you answer my texts?" 

He winces. "I had a migraine… Screens make it worse, and I haven't charged the battery yet because I was coming to work anyways I'm sorry, Y/N, really. I mixed it up. I should've asked you." 

You seem less disheartened at his admission. You cross your arms over your abdomen and lean back a touch in your chair, as if deciding whether he's being truthful. Spencer isn't in the habit of lying to you and anybody could tell you that, so after a few seconds you look away. "I asked you if you were excited yesterday morning. I told you my dress came."  

"I know." He can't believe he's gotten it wrong like this. Anyone can make a mistake, but he imagines you in your new dress with your hair done waiting for him in the cold weather that descended on Virginia last night and his guts twist into a knot. "I didn't piece it together. I didn't… I didn't…" 

Spencer can't remember the last time he let someone he loves down like this. His migraine spikes again like a needle in the eye, fiery agony that has him closing his eyes to cope. 

"Spencer," you say, softly admonishing. "Hey, it's okay." Your chair creaks.

"I'm so sorry," he says through his teeth. 

"I thought you were being a jerk, but I guess I should've known you wouldn't do something like that." You stand up and take his elbow into a very gentle hand. "I'm sorry for giving you the cold shoulder. It was childish. I was just hurt thinking you did it on purpose." 

"Sorry," he says again. "Migraine." 

Your hand rises to his cheek. "Yeah? Sit down, Spence. Take a breather." 

The doctors say that Spencer's migraines are psychosomatic. He doesn't get how something so odious can start from nothing. 

You seem twice as upset but in a different light, ushering him down into your chair. "Don't worry," you say softly, your hand falling into his hair, "I took a great picture. You can still see me in my nice dress." 

You're kidding but he's genuinely glad. Then the pain takes over and he can't see the other side of it for years. 

It only feels like years. 

When he can open his eyes, you've knelt by his chair. He hates to see you getting your pants dirty like that, hates worse that your eyebrows have pinched and the soft plane of your forehead has etched deep with concern. 

"You can still be mad at me," he says under his breath. 

"I'm a little upset," you confess, putting an uncharacteristically tentative hand on his knee. "It sucked, but not as much as this seems to suck for you." You're like an angel, all pretty and wide-eyed at his feet, your hand beginning a short path up his leg, a soft back and forth. "I'm sorry Spencer. I was punishing you for something that wasn't your fault." 

"You didn't know. How could you, I–" He winces as another wave of pain flares behind his eye, blurring your small smile. "I should've charged my phone." 

"Maybe. I can't imagine you had the capacity, Spence. Not if you're like this." 

"Don't just forgive me because I'm in pain." 

"I'm not, I'm forgiving you because even though it really hurt my feelings turning up alone, I'm not cruel enough to blame you now." You squeeze his knee. It's an instant balm, the chronic ache behind his eyes easing ever so slightly. Your forgiveness makes the rest bearable. "Can you forgive me for being so heartless?" you ask lightly. 

Your lips curve demurely around each word. Spencer scrambles to cover your hand with both of his, his neck craned forward. "Of course I forgive you." 

"Thank you." Spencer could collapse. "Drink some of this tea, okay? Maybe drinking something will help."  

Nothing ever helps, but he does it because it's your hands bringing the cup to his lips. 

"I know you looked beautiful," he says between sips. 

"I would've looked better on your arm. Too bad you're getting grievously attacked by your own brain. This is what happens when it gets too big, babe, it's trying to come out of your ears." He's a little sorry to have won you back this way, but mostly so, so relieved. "Anymore of this'll and you'll start messing up the months. Oh, wait!" You laugh as he laughs but soon scramble to apologise when the sound makes his head hurt. "Sorry, I'm sorry! Drink some more tea, sweetheart." 

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[sweetracha]

Hi, I'd like to request a skz ot8 drabble to this song please. https://youtu.be/HKENAqs5Ang

If the link doesn't work, the song is called that part by Lauren Spencer it's only avail on YouTube ATM but it's a beautiful song. I'm sure you'll make a beautiful story out of it. I love your writing btw. ❤️❤️

You are so sweet!!! It made my whole day sweetie! The song made me think of when SKZ realized they wanted to marry you. Hope that is okay!

Bang Chan The two of you finally had a day off together and what better way to spend it than by cleaning? Both of you much rather have gone shopping or out to dinner but the apartment needed to be cleaned, especially after pizza night with the other boys. Chan was currently scrubbing away at the burnt-on grease that covered your stovetop, while you were organizing the cabinets. No matter how hard you tried the pantry always got mixed up. There was silence between you but there was no need for conversation. The home you two have created together was filled with comfort, understanding, and love. Tears were shed, laughter was shared, loving nights went into early mornings, and there was always love around. Christopher would have never believed that he would be where he was today. He spent so many long and lonely nights in the studio wishing he had someone to share them with. Then along came you. Out of nowhere it seemed, you appeared in his life and changed everything. Chan was brought out of his thoughts when he heard a little huff of frustration. Turning around he found you on your tippest toes trying to put away a bag of flour. He smiled to himself and watched as you were unaware he knew. However, once he saw your legs begin to climb the counter, he stepped in. Christopher walked up behind you and placed his arm on your shoulder to alert you of his presence. Then he lifted you as if you didn't weigh more than a feather. Once the bag was secured, he pulled you into his embrace. With feet still dangling above the floor you melted into him. He couldn't lose this feeling. He decided right then and there, he was going to marry you.

Lee Know Minho was running late again. He felt so bad having to push back the time every date night just because he needed to get one more step right, correct just one more part of the choreography, and learn just a bit more of the new song. You were always the first thing on his mind but he worries that you are starting to not believe him. Last weekend when he came home after practice he found you asleep on the couch, makeup still on your face. His heart shattered as he saw you hadn't even taken the time to remove your heels and dress. The next day was filled with you explaining that it was okay and you understood. But Minho wouldn’t take that as an excuse, he would make it up to you. After practice, he ran to the grocery store to pick up all the needed items for your favorite meal. Tonight he was going to treat you like the queen you were. Of course, the line at the store was a million miles long. Once he got through check out he saw the time…it was an hour past when he was meant to meet you. With a defeated heart he drove home to you. He unlocked the front door and stepped in ready to be met with your sad eyes. If this time they shined with the fire of rage he would understand. But instead of little sobs, he heard…music? With curiosity he followed the melody into the dining room where he found a fully set table with a hot meal plated…his favorite one. Then his eyes widened as he saw you, dancing happily in the refrigerator light. He slowly made his way to you, worried about ruining the mood. Minho never wanted to see that smile leave your face again. On the next turn, his eyes met yours and you froze. He prepared himself, he was ready for the consequences of his actions. Then he saw your outstretched hand. Your eyes sparkled as you looked up at him, a small giggle escaping your lips. His hand was placed hesitantly into yours. Minho was pulled in quickly and your arms wrapped around him. You began to sway. He got the hint, and Minho began dancing. He made note of the song that played, it was perfect for your first dance.

Changbin Moving was always a hassle. No one looked forward to packing, transporting, and unloading their old lives into a new house. On top of that, there is all the paperwork and payments needed. Then you begin to notice all the problems that the realtor conveniently forgot about during the tour. With a heavy and exhausted sign, you placed down another box. You stepped back to take a breather and that's when you saw him. Changbin carried in the bedframe as if it weighed nothing. A small bit of sweat that rolled down his brow however gave it away, he was just as tired as you were. While he had strength he did not have grace, bashing your bed frame into the wall about 3 times before he finally set it down. Changbin made a note to patch up the holes tomorrow. Stumbling out of the bedroom and into what was planned to be your living room he found you sitting on the floor. He chuckled and sat down with you. A chase kiss was left on your sweaty head. You leaned into his side and gently handed Binnie your water. After taking a sip he looked down at you, already fast asleep. He shuffled back against the wall carefully so as to not wake you and situated your head into his lap. Changbin pulled your ponytail out and began to brush your hair with his hands. His eyes slowly shut to join you in nap time. His dreams were filled with future memories in this new home. Play fights in the living room, late-night snacks in the kitchen, loving nights spent in the bedroom, sick days spent together on the bathroom floor, etc. He even began to imagine what the studio office would look like in a few years. The computer desk would become a crib while the couch is traded out for a rocking chair. In it was you with your newborn baby, he couldn't see their face but he knew they were beautiful. But how does a man achieve his dreams? He takes the leap of faith. Along with the mental note of patching the walls, he added the task of finding you the perfect ring.

Hyunjin Jinnie always loved to paint what he found beautiful. That is why flowers were his most common subject besides you of course. When you two found your forever home outside the city limits he couldn't wait to begin his garden. It was like bringing a painting to life. Quite literally as Hyunjin painted out the exact layout for each flower bed. He wanted it to be perfect but not only for him but for you. He wanted to give you a picture-perfect cottage life. He had dreams of summertime picnics out in the yard and slow dancing under the stars. Jin pictured you in a little yellow sundress with the golden sun making you glow. He tried to draw it so many times before but nothing came close to your true beauty. He shook his thoughts from his head of you in that little sundress and honestly was met with something better. You were sitting on your knees, carefully planting some tulip bulbs. You handled them so gently as if they were a million-dollar piece of art. Closing one eye you checked the angle of the plot. Once a perfect spot was chosen, you planted with confidence. He loved that you saw the art in life too. That you too were an artist even if you wouldn't admit it. Hyunjin had to chuckle a bit when you pushed your sunhat out of the way for the hundredth time, following with a huff. Slowly as to not alert you, he pulled out his phone a snapped a picture. Beauty captured in jeans and an old tee. Later he would paint that same image but this time he added one thing, a beautiful diamond ring.

Han (T.W. Anxiety and Panic Attacks) Life was over. It was all ending. How could you ever forgive him? Not after he did that. He wasn't responsible and you would see it. You would come home and yell at him. Then the door would slam and you'd be gone. Just like the sand of time running through his hands, you'd be gone. He would chase you down like he was chasing oxygen right now but it would be hopeless. You would be gone. Han came to terms with his life coming to an end on the cold bathroom floor. He didn't mean to ruin your favorite dress! Jisung just wanted to surprise you tonight. He planned everything down to the final details of your date, he wanted you to be proud of him. But when he saw a loose thread on the dress he picked out for you, he didn't think, he just pulled. Then in a matter of seconds, the expensive garment was no more than fabric pooled on the floor. Tears flooded his eyes as he heard the door shut and your voice calling out to him. Han braced for the final blow of death to hit him. He jumped when gentle warm hands touched his knees. He looked up and found your eyes full of worry. Han tried to look away but your hands stopped him. You wanted to make this hurt, he just knew it. No one could love a mess up like him. Then a soft kiss was placed on his trembling lips. Before he knew it he was cradled into you like a child seeking comfort. Soft coos and hushes left your lips as you held him and told him it would be okay. After some silence, Han broke and explained everything. He didn't expect to hear laughter. You were so caught off guard by what triggered this panic attack you couldn't help but giggle a bit at the silly boy. You explained the dress was not worth leaving him over. You could buy a new one, a cuter one! You would even let Jisung pick it out. Once his mind cleared from the fog of anxiety he began to imagine how white would look on you.

Felix The house always smelled like chocolate and sugar. With two bakers living together, how could it not? Felix and you loved to bake together, so much so that Fridays became honorary baking nights. Some weeks you would try something new and others you would stick to the classics. Tonight however was a mixture of both. The other boys were meant to come over later on for a movie night and you two knew brownies were a must! But the boys were so use to Felix’s brownies now and you really wanted to surprise them. However, when you both came up with different ideas it was so hard to choose. Felix wanted to go crazy and add fruit to the mix while you decided that ice cream brownies went with the vibe much better. As much as you two love each other, you also loved competition. So it was off! Felix and you baked your own brownies and the boys would judge them. The winner gets to pick Friday night bake for a month. The stakes were high but the love was higher. Felix couldn't help but put your ice cream back in the freezer after you accidentally left it out. While he was shifting his flour you quickly threw away all the rotten berries from his pile. Most people would sabotage their competition but not you two. No you two couldn't help but joke around and honestly make a mess. So you weren't fully surprised by the smell of burnt chocolate during your food fight. You both paused and you saw the look on Felix’s face. Your brownies were out of the oven a while ago which means they were his. You both rushed to the oven to pull them out quickly. So quickly in fact you forgot an oven mitt, you just wanted to save his dessert. You pulled back with a loud yelp and his brownies went crashing to the ground. Tears filled your eyes and Felix felt his heart shatter. He rushed you to the sink and began to aid your hand. He shushed all your apologies and dried your eyes of any tears. Once your hand was wrapped and he was sure you were okay, he began to clean. You tried to help him but Lix was adamant you were to look after your hand. After he finished scrubbing the last bit of baked-on brownies he went to find you. What he found instead was a plate filled with your brownies. On top of each was a scoop of ice cream and Felix’s fresh fruit. He smiled to himself at your kind gesture. Was it too cheesy to put a ring on a cupcake next Friday?

Seungmin Comebacks were always busy, especially now that SKZ had left JYP. Seungmin and the others were working overtime trying to fill in all the missing gaps now that they didn’t have staff. He hoped more freedom would mean more time with you. In reality, that's what you both wanted. Seungmin knew that but he also knew you'd never tell him. Minnie was well aware of the fact that you'd never let him put you over his career, but you also knew he'd leave everything if it meant losing you. Therefore you helped out where you could. Dinner was made for when he got home, bags were packed for press tours, and schedules were kept on your phone. He never asked you to do this, he wanted you to know that you didn't have to be his keeper but you wanted to. It was the little acts like this where you were able to show your love. This is how you would tell him that it was okay, that you were okay. So when he woke up to the smell of coffee he knew today was one of those days. Sluggishly making his way to the kitchen Seungmin found a note that said ‘I made you an iced americano and honey water for today, lunch is in the fridge, DON'T FORGET IT THIS TIME. I'll call on my break, I love you- yours always’. He smiled and quickly added the note to his growing collection in his wallet. It was running out of space but Seungmin would never throw one away. When he got lonely on tour he would pull each one out and read them. They made him think of you, they made him think of home. That's when it hit him, in the middle of the kitchen. He was never homesick when he was gone, he was lovesick. You were his home, his comfort, his shelter, his everything. Minnie wanted a life with you forever. He knew he couldn’t make that happen in a day but surely he could buy a ring on tour.

I.N. A kid's birthday party wasn't exactly how Jeongin wanted to spend his Saturday afternoon but when you asked him to join you for your niece's 5th birthday how could he have said no? He never says no to you. So now here he was at a rickety picnic table listening to kids scream and cry while he poked at his cake. You were long gone, swept away by family. Innie liked kids he really did but something about this setting made him never want them again. The life you two shared was hectic enough as it was. So much has happened in such a short time because of it. Jeongin was ready to slow down and take his time with you. You had only been dating for a year but he felt like so much of it was rushed due to scheduling. It was hard to find time to see each other so when you two finally did get time alone, you crammed in as much as possible. He didn’t regret it, not in the slightest. He would take a fast-paced romance over nothing at all but part of him wished he got to enjoy it more. Innie didn’t know how much time he got with you before it was going to be over and done with. Why was he spending it at a stupid child's birthday party rather than being with you? A huff of annoyance left his lips rather loudly making a few people turn to look at him. In the clearing of bodies, he saw you, with a little baby girl in your arms. You were cooing at her and playing with a rattle. The smile on your face was the most adorable thing he had ever seen, he really wish he got time to appreciate your smile more. The giggle that left you as the baby joined along was infectious, Innie had to giggle too. Did you always giggle like that? He began to notice the little things from how your eyes crinkled to the little bouncy steps you took. Time slowed down for a moment and he realized something. Why did your love have to end in a fiery blaze of glory? He wanted years, not minutes. He wanted love, not lust. He wanted you and only you. He knew now wasn’t the time but he was going to make an effort to get there eventually. Right now, however, he was okay with watching his future wife enjoy the little things.

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[weird-is-life]

Hiii! I was thinking about a Spencer reid x wife!reader request where the team doesn't know that Spencer is married. One night the team goes to a bar and Spencer is *forcefully* dragged along because he wanted to spend his night cuddling with reader (but he couldn't tell the team that). So he practically pouts the whole time and the team (Morgan) teases him until reader surprises Spencer by showing up to the bar and then he has to explain that he's married. Thanksss!! <33

Hii lovely, ty for this request! Hope this is okay🥰 warnings: use of y/n, pet names, mentions of drink(0.7k)

Spencer, despite his loud protests, is sitting in the bar with the rest of the team. Between sipping his drink and frowning very visibly, he keeps texting you.

He doesn't want to spend the night at the bar with the team(even though he loves them very much), but he loves you more and wants nothing else but to cuddle with you in the soft bed. He hasn't seen you in a week and he, hopelessly, needs you close to him or he might die.

His texts are all desperate, too. He only complains to you through them. And at one point, he sends you so many sad emojis, that you think your phone is going to explode from all of the notifications. So you make very irrational decision and go to the bar.

"Pretty boy, if you don't stop frowning any time soon, I might get offended," Derek teases him," I thought you loved us!"

Everybody laughs and it only makes Spencer pout more, "I'm just not in the mood for being here tonight."

"Yeah? And where would you rather be, huh?"

"Home-"

"With who? Sulking alone with a book?" Derek jokes.

"No, with-..." Spencer almost says your name, "yeah, it would be just me and my peace." He scowls some more. Taking another sip from his drink. He also looks at his phone, pouting, because you've stopped responding to his text.

"Oh come on, Spencer. Don't be like this, you can at least pretend you are happy to be here," Penelope adds, glaring at him (playfully).

"I'm sorry, guys. I just-" he stops himself in the middle of the sentence, because the bartender puts another glass of coke in front of him.

"Umm excuse me, but I didn't order this-"

"This is from the woman at the bar," she points and his eyes follow her finger in the same direction.

It takes him probably like a half a second to recognise you and he is immediately up on his legs, basically running towards you.

He takes you into his arms and spins you around happily, all you manage to do is smile and squeel.

When he finally puts you down, he kisses you deeply. You instantly kiss him back. You pull apart after a few seconds and you breathlessly greet him, huge smile painting your lips, "hi Spence."

"Sweetheart," he says delighted, "what are you doing here?"

"I couldn't leave you being all miserable here, love" you say softly, running your hands through his soft curls, "I missed you."

"I missed you, too. So much," he almost whines and hugs you tightly once again. He is so happy, that you are there, that he could cry.

While you two share this sweet moment, the whole team is gaping at you, mouths and eyes wide open.

You have direct view of them over Spencer's shoulder.

"Babe, I think, we have some explaining to do," you giggle, burying your face into his shoulder.

"I know, but i don't want to," he protests, he wants to only stay close to you.

You push yourself out of his embrace, despite his disapproval, and let him lead you towards the table.

All eyes are on you and you do feel a bit shy under all of their intense gazes. Spencer squeezes your hand in support.

"Guys, this is...-well- this is y/n, y/n Reid," he gives them a proud smile. Somehow it's possible for them to look even more confused.

"Wait what, did you just say Reid?" Derek questions.

"Yes, I did," he says smugly, "team, meet my lovely, gorgeous wife." There's a complete silence for a couple of seconds, before Derek speaks up

"I think, I've missed a few chapters here or?" Derek voices out what everyone is thinking.

"I must have had, too," everybody agrees, while looking at you like they are seeing a ghost.

Before Spencer can start rambling, you jump in to save the situation. "It's so nice to finally meet you guys, I've heard so much about you all," you smile big at them, "I know this must be really shocking to you. But me and Spencer will answer any questions you have."

You speaking seems to bring them out of the shock and it takes them only a short moment to introduce themselves. You are ushered to sit next to the girls, which you are glad for. While Spencer gets a few 'my boy' proud pats on his shoulder from Derek.

You answer every single one of their questions and you and Spencer exchange happy smiles the whole night.

But as soon as you can, you are out of there. And Spencer finally gets to hold you in the bed. Snuggling you close to his chest.

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[ddejavvu]

hi mei! how are you doing? :)

i was hoping to request a ‘molly’s pumpkin patch,’ for spencer reid?

maybe the grumpy x sunshine trope please? but reader is maybe known for being the grumpy, sarcastic one? <3

come vacation on my island!

🎃 molly’s pumpkin patch - send me a trope and a character, and i’ll write about what it would be like! (ex. enemies to lovers with regulus black)

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"I swear to god," You grumbled, your coffee mug hitting your desk far harsher than it needed to, "The next person that walks through that fucking door and thinks I'm in the mood to talk is gonna pay."

Morgan shot Prentiss a wide-eyed glance, both resigning to keeping their mouths firmly shut for the rest of the day while you were sitting between them. Almost everyone on the team had been on the receiving end of your particularly grumpy moods, and even Hotch had been stunned into silence after you'd leveled him with a snarky remark. No one fancied messing with you, not if you were annoyed.

Unfortunately, the next person that walked through the door did think that you were in the mood to talk. JJ had called out a warning to Reid as he'd rushed over to your desk, a battered old book in his hands, but he reached you before she could finish, slamming the book down onto your desk excitedly.

"Y/N," He began, hands already twitching eagerly as he showcased his findings, "I was digging through my bookshelf this weekend, and I found this book, I think you'd really like it! It's a little worn, and it's got my annotations in it, so it might be hard to read, but I really think it's your style, and whenever you're finished we can talk about it! I ran through it again yesterday and added some notes for you, and if you're interested afterwards, I was looking at some analyses of it! There's some really good ones," He started losing steam, his signature satisfied grin on his face, "I'll share them whenever you're ready."

Everyone's attention was on you. JJ looked terrified, Morgan's hands twisting anxiously around a pen that he'd been scribbling notes down with. Prentiss glanced down at her desk with wide eyes, desperately reading through paperwork she'd already finished to try and block out the explosion she knew was coming.

You felt your frustration swell in your chest, the dead silence of the room only adding fuel to your fire. But then you glanced up at Spencer's expectant smile, and all at once, it evaporated.

"I look forward to it," You smile softly, reaching for the tattered book and flipping through the first few pages, "Thanks Spence."

He walked away with his contented smile still stretched over his face, and you kept your nose in the book he'd lent you so that you could avoid all of your coworkers' meaningful stares.

All it took was a snickered, "Someone's got a soft spot," From Morgan to reignite the annoyance that flickered in your chest, though, and you leveled him with a menacing glare.

"Not for you," You snapped, "So don’t push it."

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[c-m-stuff]

On Edge

-Description: You and Spencer are married. When Spencer was on edge and experienced a meltdown, you were by his side.

-Warnings: Angst, fluffiness, language, Autism Spectrum Disorder (Spencer), meltdown, stimming

-Word count: 859

-Note: Hey y'all, how are you guys doing? This is a heavy subject, so please be respectful about it. But, I'm sure you all are. Remember also that experiencing a meltdown is for everyone different. That being said, I hope you enjoy this comforting one shot.

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Spencer POV:

I sat in the interrogation room, as Abby Lim sat in front of me, a confident grin plastered on her face. She's the only one who knows where she hid her victims, and for some reason, I'm the only one who she would tell. Of course, this is not easy, meeting her everyday for a week now. Today was the same song.

Only today, I wasn't ready for it. I was overstimulated, and was already on edge. A stubborn unsub, who would constantly tease me, was the last thing I needed.

Abby laughed, her somewhat long nails scraping against the table, making a terrible sound. I winced at it, as suddenly the lights got brighter and the effort to not stim got harder. I took a deep breath, maybe I could make it.

'What? You don't like that?' once again she scraped her nails against the table, causing me to let out a whine and covering my ears.

'I didn't know you were a child, Spencer.' for now the third time she let her nails scrap, tears pricking at my eyes.

I was embarrassed. It was one thing that the team witnessed me in this state, but Abby too? I wasn't able anymore to not stim, rocking now back and fort, as I could feel the control slipping away. I wished, I just could disappear.

'Stop! That's enough!' my wife's voice sound through the room, making Abby only laugh at her. I stood up, flapping my hands in the hope to shake the feeling off. But, it wouldn't go away.

'Everything is going to be okay, Spence.' (Y/N) reassured me.

In the years we've know each other, she learned a lot about my meltdowns and the do's and don'ts. For example, she didn't touched me, and I was more than grateful for that.

'So, is that your caretaker? Does she needs to take care of you like a little child?' she was challenging me, while tears escaped my eyes, and my breathing began to get more uneven. I need to get out of here.

'That's enough, Abby!' my wife called, but before we could close the door, Abby yelled:

'You're so weak, Spencer! Can't even handle a little scraping.' the door was closed, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I ran towards the empty conference room, my wife close behind me.

I sat down on the floor, my hands around my legs, rocking back and fort. I was crying uncontrollably, not being able to hold in my loud sobs. (Y/N) came in and immediately locked the door. She came running towards me, position herself by my side.

'I don't know if you are in the mood for physical contact, but just know that I'm here. Do whatever is best for you.' I contemplated it, but came to the conclusion that I was starving for her cuddles and comfort.

I fell into her arms, trying to get as close as possible, while I buried my face into the crook of her neck, crying. She welcomed my body, her arms wrapped around me, protectively, placing sweet kisses on my head.

'Everything is going to be okay, love. You get through this, it won't last forever, I promise. Please, don't mask around me. You can stim as much as you want, I won't judge you for it. I won't judge you for anything. But, I need you to know that what Abby said was all bullshit. You are definitely not a child, Spencer. And, you are certainly not weak. You're one of the strongest people, I ever met. I know it's hard, but please don't kick your ass and be embarrassed about it. No one's judging you.'

I let the words sink fully in, and eventually, my tears lessened. (Y/N) kept gently caress my hair, while drawing invisible symbols on my arm. I felt at ease again. The words kept going through my mind, as I clenched to my wife's shirt, as if to remind myself, she is not just a beautiful dream. She is real.

'Are you feeling a bit better, sweetheart?' I nodded, not sure if I could speak again. I tried it anyways.

'Only tired.' I whispered, fighting against the exhaustment that overwhelmed me.

'You can sleep soon, I promise.'

'Thank you for everything. You don't know how much you helped me. I love you.'

'I love you, Spence. And, I meant every single word of it. What about, we go home? It's anyways the end of the workday, and you could use all the sleep you can get.'

'Please.'

Not much later, we were both sound and asleep into each others arms.

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