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mindfullycriminal · 6 days
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Sleep
Just a fluff blurb about sharing a bed with Spencer/sleeping. 😴
It’s adorable to watch Spencer sleep.
To everyone else, he’s touch resistant when he’s awake, shying away from human contact, cleaning surfaces he has to touch, constantly washing his hands. The man has labeled his own coffee cups and hand washes each one because he doesn’t want someone else’s germs getting on his cup in the communal dishwasher.
Even with you, he hesitates to initiate anything, never wants to appear too needy or “bother” you. (Even though you’ve told him he could never be a bother, that you love when he’s “needy”).
But Spencer asleep is a whole other story.
He clings to you like velcro, wrapping himself around your body or holding you to him tightly. You’ll never understand how a gangly, 6’1” man can make himself so small, but he does it, night after night. He wants to press every inch of himself against you, until his sleep filled mind can’t tell where he ends and you begin. It’s almost as if he hopes the atoms of your cells will merge together, so that when he wakes, he’ll never have to be apart from you again.
He nuzzles his head into whatever part of your body he can - the crook of your neck, your chest, against your back. His arms have to be around you, or clutched closely to his chest if he’s in your embrace. Your legs tangle together with his, and you’ve stopped waking up when he moves to lay half on top of you.
It’s as if his unconscious mind seeks out your warmth, even on those nights when it feels like you it’s a million degrees out. When he’s asleep, Spencer would rather sweat to death than be forced to sleep without feeling you next to him.
When he does wake up, he does it slowly, resistant to the dawn peeking through the curtains. Even when he’s rudely awoken with a phone call, he’ll answer with his eyes closed, voice raspy and as soon as he ends the call, he buries his face back into you, as if you’re the shelter that will protect him from the reality of the outside world.
When he finally does open his eyes, it’s always to look at you in awe, and he presses gentle kisses wherever he can reach, squeezing you and tugging you into him as he finally gives you a good morning kiss. He told you once, quietly and nervously but still half asleep, that he tries to make sure you’re the first thing he sees every single morning, so he remembers that no matter what, there’s something good waiting for him at home.
On the nights he’s away from you, he doesn’t sleep. He might cat nap, putting pillows where your body should be, forcing himself to rest. But his brain knows it’s not you, so the rest is never long lasting, never satisfying. Some nights, when he desperately needs the rest, he calls you to fall asleep to your steady breathing. He wakes up constantly, but at least on those nights, he can trick himself into closing his eyes again.
When he gets back, you always try to stay up to watch him fall asleep, because of how adorable his expressions are. His eyebrows will furrow if you pull away from him, and he pouts until you reposition yourself so not even air can pass between you. Then he’ll smile, a small sigh escaping him before he snuggles further into the bed, into you, and you can tell the exact moment he enters a deep sleep, because his face will smooth out, and he looks so content.
So it is true that Spencer doesn’t initiate physical contact much when he’s awake. But when he’s asleep, well, he forgets about germs or the fear of being too much, instead letting himself fall into his favorite thing to be wrapped up in: you.
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reidcoffeemoon · 21 days
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I NEED TO GRAB HIM BY HIS CURLS WHILE HE-
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writernerd23 · 9 months
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Baby Dust
A/N: My triumphant return to writing fanfic is here!
Summary: You and Spencer Reid are ready for the next step in your relationship, but you keep getting discouraged. It takes a little help from Penelope Garcia for you two to get what you want.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Pregnant person reader (she/her pronouns used)
Word count: 2,339 words
Content warning: obviously pregnancy, if that’s something you aren’t interested in, please don’t hate me. Don’t send me hate, just scroll on.
Taglist: @reniescarlett, @mggsprettygirl, @reidsnose
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     You and Spencer had been trying for a long time to get pregnant, but every time you thought that you were, every test came back negative. You tried to hold your head up, but it was hard to. You didn’t want him to be disappointed if it didn’t happen soon, but you were getting disappointed every time you saw a negative result, you felt yourself die a little inside.
     You decided to take a pregnancy test one day while Spencer was getting ready for work, and when it came out negative, you burst into tears.
     Spencer heard you crying and walked into the bathroom with you. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked you, placing his hand on your face and tilting your chin up to him.
     You sniffled. “It’s negative again.”
     Spencer sighed. “It’s not your fault,” he said. He knelt to where you were and kissed your forehead, then pulled you against him. “It’s just not time for us yet.”
     “I know,” you sobbed. “But I’m ready.”
     Spencer stood up with you and held onto you tightly. “I know you are, my love.” He kissed the top of your head. “I know you are.”
     He held onto you until you stopped crying, then he left for work. Before he left, he kissed you with as much love and tenderness as he could muster, told you he would be back soon and left.
     You were out with Penelope on a girl’s night the next night to distract yourself from what was happening but it wasn’t working.
     “How are things with you and Reid?” Penelope asked you politely, a smile on her face.
     You sighed, your face falling a little bit. “Things are great, Pen.”
     Penelope’s smile fell. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” she stood up and walked over to your side of the table, pulling you into her arms and holding you tightly.
     Tears started to slide down your face. “I want to have a baby with him and I can’t get pregnant.” you wiped your eyes with your hands and took a deep, shaky breath. “Every time I suspect I’m pregnant, I take a test and it comes back negative.” you took another breath. “I don’t want to let him down, but…”
     Penelope held you tightly. “As your best friend, Y/N, you can’t beat yourself up about it.” she started to rub your shoulder carefully. “I know it’s hard right now, but you’ll get pregnant soon. Just watch.” She gently kissed the top of your head. “You and Reid are two of the strongest people I’ve ever met. You’re going to be okay.” Penelope rubbed your arm again, then walked over to her purse and pulled something out.
     “What are you doing?” you asked, wiping your eyes.
     “Looking for this!” Penelope said. She pulled out a small tube of glitter, then returned to your side and gently sprinkled some on the top of your head. “There. Your fairy godmother has blessed you with baby dust.”
     You looked up at Penelope. “Baby dust isn’t real, you know,” you said, a small smile coming to your lips.
     “Shh!” Penelope said, placing one of her fingers onto your lips. “It’s real. And don’t forget to thank me when it works.”
     You thought it was a little strange, but you went along with it and didn’t say anything for the rest of the night.
     The next morning, Penelope was walking through the office when she ran into Spencer.
     “Dr. Reid,” she greeted him. Then she stopped and grabbed his elbow. “I need you to come with me right away.”
     Spencer went along with her, a tiny bit surprised. He was immediately alerted to whatever she needed.
     Penelope pulled him into a private room and closed the door.
     “What’s going on? Is everything okay?” Spencer asked, thoughts immediately going to you.
     Penelope looked confused for a second, then shook her head. “Everything’s fine, Spencer.” she dug into her purse and pulled out the tube of glitter again. “But, as your fairy godmother, I need to bless you with something.”
     “Fairy godmothers aren’t real,” Spencer started when Penelope shut him up.
     “Hush!” she commanded. Then she took the tube and gently sprinkled it on the top of Spencer’s head. “There. I’ve just bestowed baby dust upon you.”
     Now it was Spencer’s turn to be confused. “Baby dust?” he said. Then he understood. “You talked to Y/N last night.”
     Penelope nodded. “She really wants a baby, Spencer. I thought I would do my part and help her believe in something. Just to cheer her up.”
     Spencer nodded. “I understand.”
     Penelope smiled. “Then my work as a fairy godmother is done.” she started to walk away, then stopped and turned back to him. “But I’m serious, the second you find out you’re having a baby, I am that baby’s fairy godmother.”
     Spencer chuckled. “Of course.”
     Later that night, when Spencer came home from work, he looked around the small apartment and saw that the candles were lit, making the apartment cozy. He looked and saw you sitting on the sofa, facing him.
     “Hey,” he said. He set his keys down on the table and placed his bag next to the table. “Is everything okay?”
     You stood up, then walked over to him, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him. You buried your face in his chest and took a deep breath. “I missed you today.”
     He held you tightly. “I missed you, too.”
     You pulled away from him, then noticed a shimmer in his hair. “What in the world?” you asked. You tugged his shirt so his head was level with your eyesight. “Glitter?”
     “Actually,” Spencer said, straightening. “Penelope called it ‘baby dust’.”
     You giggled. “You’ve been fairy godmothered too?”
     Spencer laughed. “I guess so.”
     You smiled at him. You absolutely loved him more than anything in the entire world. You stopped smiling and said very seriously, “Spencer, I want to try one more time.”
     Spencer nodded. “I know you do, my love.” he squeezed you tightly. “I do too.”
     You smiled. “I really feel like tonight is the night,” you said. “I really think so.”
     Spencer smiled at you. “I think so, too.”
     You looked up at him, then pulled his face down to you and kissed him, running your fingers through his hair. His hands came up to your back as he gently dipped you backward, deepening the kiss. You pulled away from him, took a deep breath, then returned to kissing him.
     He started to sit down on the couch, pulling you with him. He set you on his lap and started kissing you even more, each kiss getting passionate and hot.
     You pressed a trail of kisses from his lips to his collarbone, then you unbuttoned the top button and started kissing his chest.
     Spencer wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off of his lap, your legs straddling him. He held you against him as he carried you from the living room into your bedroom, gently placing you on the bed and taking a deep breath.
     “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his eyes unfocused.
     “I’m sure,” you replied.
     He grinned at you, then closed the door.
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     A month later, something felt off about you. You were in tune with your body, but this was something that evaded you entirely. Something foreign was happening within you and you didn’t know what it was.
     Spencer was away on a case, so you couldn’t lean on him. But you decided that today was the day. It had been a while since you had taken a pregnancy test.
     You ran down to the corner store and bought three pregnancy tests. You took them back to the apartment and went to the bathroom, locking the door even though it was just you in the apartment.
     You followed the instructions on the boxes, did the tests, then sat on the edge of the shower and waited.
     You had a second, so you called Penelope.
     “Offices of Penelope Garcia, the queen herself speaking,” you heard Penelope’s voice on the other end of the line.
     You giggled. “Hi, Penelope.”
     Penelope gasped. “Y/N! How are you doing, sweetie? I’m sorry I haven’t checked in with you lately!”
     You took a deep breath. “I’m fine, Penelope. I’m actually waiting for some results.”
     Penelope stopped talking for a second, trying to place what it was you said, and then when she figured it out, she squealed. “Oh, my god!” she squealed. “Do you think-?”
     “I have a suspicion,” you replied. “Just want some confirmation.”
     Penelope started to squeal again when you heard a beep on her end. “Oh, sweetie, I have to go, I just got some information I need to tell the team.”
     You sighed. “Okay,” you said. “Tell Spencer I miss him.”
     “I absolutely will,” she replied.
     You sat up straight. “Penelope don’t hang up yet!” you cried. “You can’t tell him anything!”
     Penelope’s voice came from the other end of the line. “I won’t! I promise!”
     You said your goodbyes, then you hung up the phone. Right after the phone call ended, the timer started beeping.
     This was it.
     You looked down at your hands and saw them shaking, your palms were sweating.
     You wiped your palms on your jeans, then very carefully picked up the first test. You took a deep breath, then turned it over.
     Tears sprung to your eyes immediately, then you turned over the second and third tests with the same results. You started crying, that feeling coming back to you.
     You needed to leave your apartment to get some air. You needed to do something.
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     Spencer came home later that night after being away for three days. He walked in and saw you standing right by the door, your shoes and jacket on.
     “Oh, hi, Y/N,” Spencer said. He reached over to you and pulled you close to him, kissing you gently.
     “Can we go for a walk?” you asked.
     Spencer gave you a funny look. You almost never wanted to go for a walk when he got home, but he shrugged and agreed, as soon as he changed his clothes.
     You waited impatiently as he went into your shared bedroom and changed his clothes quickly, then when he joined you out in your living room, he took your hand and led you out of your apartment.
     You had been walking for a few minutes when you tugged his hand into a different area, towards the stores you frequently visited together.
     “What are we doing here?” he asked curiously.
     “I need to pick up an order,” you replied. You looked at him, who was still looking at you curiously. “Just trust me.” you brought his hand up to your lips and kissed it, then turned and picked up your order. Then you walked back home.
     Spencer was very lost. What in the world did you have up your sleeve?
     When you got back to the apartment, you went into the bedroom. Spencer was still very curious, but he decided to leave you alone. He went into the living room and sat on the couch. He started to read a magazine sitting nearby when you cleared your throat.
     He looked up at you and noticed you changed into a different outfit. It wasn’t one you wore frequently, but he liked the way it looked on you.
     “What do you think?” you asked him.
     “I like this a lot,” he replied. He stood off the couch, then pulled you close to him. He wrapped your arms around him and held you close. “You should wear it more often.”
     Your cheeks warmed. “Well, you’ll see it a lot more often,” you said. “Do you know what kind of shirt this is?”
     Spencer shook his head. “No, what is it?”
     “It’s a maternity shirt, Spence.”
     Spencer nodded, then pulled your face towards him and kissed you. “I think it looks really good on you.”
     You giggled. “Did you hear what I said, Spence?”
     “Yeah, you said it was a maternity shirt.” he held onto you, then noticed you biting your lower lip with a smile on your face. That’s when he gasped and looked at you with his eyes wide.
     “Did you hear what I said?” you repeated, your ears burning.
     “You mean-” he started, but stopped when he saw you nodding furiously. “We’re gonna be-” he started again but was interrupted by your happy tears flowing down your face.
     “I’m pregnant, Spence,” you said, your voice wobbly. “We’re going to be parents, and I’m so happy to tell you that.”
     Spencer buried his face in your shoulder and started to cry. “We’re going to be parents!” he cried.
     You pulled away from him, laying your hand against his cheek. “Spence, the baby dust worked,” you said. “It worked!”
     Spencer laughed. “It did work.” he wiped his eyes, then wiped your eyes. “Oh, I’m so happy.”
     “I’m happy, too,” you replied. Your smile was wet with tears, and so was Spencer’s, but the two of you couldn’t have been more in love with each other.
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     When Penelope Garcia got to work two months later, she saw her desk was covered in glitter and a small gift bag placed on top.
     She walked over and opened the gift bag and pulled out a tiny baby onesie that read “Will you be my fairy godmother?”
     Penelope gasped, then turned around and saw you and Spencer standing in the doorway.
     “The baby dust worked?” she squealed.
     You nodded. “It worked.”
     Penelope screeched, then raced towards you both, throwing her arms around the two of you and squeezing you into a tight hug.
     “Absolutely I will be your baby genius’ fairy godmother!” she cried.
     You smiled and held her tightly.
     You knew that this was the moment you were going to tell your child about in the future: the time when Auntie Penelope believed in you both so much she shared a little bit of fairy dust to help that sweet child find you both.
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spinningspencer · 26 days
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Just thinking about how Spencer Reid would refuse to go to work in the morning without a goodbye from you.
If he gets his way, he gives you a long kiss, a bit too long to be just a goodbye kiss, but neither of you ever complain about it. A tight hug will do too, or some soft kisses stolen from your still sleepy lips when he gets a call from Hotch in the middle of the night.
But the worst days are when he can get nothing but a "Goodbye" or "love you" text because you weren't home when he had to leave for work. The whole team immediately knows that he didn't get his goodbye when he walks into the bureau without the usual sparkle in his eyes.
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andiebeaword · 4 months
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Andie’s September 2023 Fic Recs
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These are more current fic recs of mine, some I’ve read only on AO3, so if you have the link to it on tumblr, please let me know!
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• Dedicated to New Lovers: @sweatervest-obsessed Spencer breaks up with Fem!Reader. She, in return, tries her best to help him save Maeve.
• You're Keeping Me Down: @/sweatervest-obessed Reader discovers an engagement ring when moving out of Spencer's apartment.
• Every Single Day: @astrophileous Spencer recounts how he and his wife met to their daughter.
• I'm Not Yours: @sofiareidings You're getting over a breakup and meet a cute guy on a case, what you didn't realise was that your best friend has been waiting for years.
• We'll Be Alright: @unseededtoast In which you discover that the line between love and hate is quite fine. Your actions are done out of love, but they only make you hate yourself more and more.
• F is for Fun: @dr-spencer-reids-queen You buy something that will make chores a lot more fun.
• The Stolen Donut: @blue-babygirl You didn't know that Spencer doesn't like sharing his sweets nor did you know that they were his donuts. Oh well.
~ more under the cut ~
• I Can See You: @dream-a-little-bigger-x When Penelope’s best friend comes to help out the BAU on a couple of cases, there’s an immediate connection with the youngest of the team. After longing glances, soft touches and wild fantasies, the truth comes out accidentally. What is the resident genius going to do with that information?
• Birthday Wishes: @violetrainbow412-blog Everyone seems to forget Spencer's 30th birthday, but he only cares that you remember it.
• Wishes Fulfilled: @violetrainbow412-blog After an unfortunate event, Spencer questions what he really feels about his childhood best friend.
• False Confidence: @spencerreidswhore187 Spencer and Y/N hate each other, they just don't realise they have been anonymously messaging for months.
• I Can See You: @pastanest Spencer doesn't believe in love at first sight. Or does he?
• Heart Full of You: @a-simple-gaywitch When Spencer goes to pick Henry up from school for JJ, he doesn’t expect to fall head-over-heels for his teacher.
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• Elevator Pitch: @reiderwriter Getting trapped in an elevator is never fun, but at least the attractive you're sharing the metal box of death with has an interesting idea about how you can pass the time.
• Back to School Night: @sunsetreid Spencer is your daughter’s elementary school teacher, and they finally meet at back to school night
• One Bright Morning: @unseededtoast After experiencing the most traumatic moment of your life, Spencer helps guide you through the darkness into one bright morning that changes the both of you. (Based off of “First Light” by Hozier)
• Wildest Dreams: [Reidams] @fortheloveofwonderland Right before Cat Adams is executed she can’t help but ruminate on the things she didn’t do…
• NSFW Request: @reiderwriter Spencer Reid's heart is broken. But in healing himself in the arms of countless woman, he doesn't realise he's breaking yours.
• The Us That Could Have Been: @/reiderwriter They say if you want to get over one man, you have to get under another. Spencer isn't so sure why he dislikes the idea of you doing that quite so much.
• NSFW Request: @/reiderwriter Fem!Reader is gynophobia and Spencer helps her work through her fear.
• Human: @sinfulspencer Reader shows Spencer that prison might have changed him, but he’s still the love of her life. She’s going to stick by his side until he gets tired of her. Based on the song ‘Human’ by Daughter.
• "Technically" Not a Student: @reidmotif Reader is Alex Blake’s TA, and after a guest lecture, Spencer seems to take a liking to her .
• Stressed: @sailorholly Spencer’s been in a bad mood lately, you help him feel better.
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• No Distance Left to Run: [completed] @fortheloveofwonderland Truth or Dare? A harmless teenage game gone wrong when spoken by the man holding you hostage. And when you’re feelings for your best friend come to light after fifteen years, how will you and Spencer cope in the aftermath?
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• MGG Fem!Reader Blurb: @babymetaldoll (Y/N) Gubler needs her husband’s help to pick a prompt to write a Halloween story. Luckily, Matthew is a Halloween expert.
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cumulo-stratus · 18 days
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Could you do a fic of a reader with chronic pain x Spencer Reid? Please just fluff and maybe angst but obviously it's totally up to you. I've been having a few flare ups recently and it sucks ass.
Maybe Spencer like low key just makes them rest all day even though they want to help out with a case?
Love your writing btw! :)
French press coffee[s.r]
Spencer insist you take a break despite your insistence
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WARNINGS- mentions of chronic illness symptoms,
Spencer Reid x gn!reader ][ fluff/hurt comfort ][ masterlist!!
a/n- The reader is implied to have chronic fatigue, or something similar but let me know if anything is inaccurate!
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You couldn't hold back a grimace when you finally reached a standing position after much effort. The pain radiated through the rest of your body, making it hard to function, not to mention the fog blanketing your brain. 
But before you could even think about how to deal with the flare up, you dreadedly remembered you had work today. Well you had work (almost) everyday.
This meant walking to the train station with spencer. Then taking the 45 minute train ride, with Spencer. And then you and Spencer could finally get to work, only to then fly to god knows where and profile serial killers.
You internally sighed. You were in for a long day. But you couldn't let Spencer know that- or he would make you stay home from work like the wonderful boyfriend he was.
So you instead crept quietly out the door, wincing when it cracked slightly. As soon as you slipped through the door your shoulders relaxed and you padded into the kitchen to start coffee.
Or at least you tried to, but you were slowed down by the intense ache radiating in waves. Usually the pain was bearable, of course with the help of your accommodations, at home and at work- but not today. When you finally made it to the kitchen counter, you grabbed the kettle and started boiling water for the necessary caffeine.
Just because Spencer will accept any coffee, doesn't mean he isn't the eensiest bit a coffee nerd. He especially had a sweet spot for French press coffee. 
Spencer felt the first sip was just that much more satisfying when you had to work a little bit for it. 
Despite his wet noodle type physicality, he still always pushed his whole weight down on the pump. He would feel it slowly sink under his gaze and he would smile slightly. 
You smiled at this thought as you sank down into one of the chairs sitting around the kitchen table. 
But the smile faded as soon as it had placed itself on your lips when your mind came back to the pain aching through your body and fog coating your mind.
The whistling of the kettle woke Spencer, his face scrunching up at the unpleasant noise. With the hope of finding the source and stopping it. When your sleepy boyfriend broached the kitchen, he found you slightly hunched over the kitchen table in a chair.
but when you heard Spencer come in you stayed hunched until Spencer called your name and you perked up, noticing the boiling pot. 
Spencer noticed your expression flicker when you stood up, and took note of that and the fact that you didn't notice the kettle boiling at first. Spencer could read you like a book, and right then- you were saying you were in pain. Well Spencer had to read between the lines, but he was just as good at that. 
“Good morning my love,” Spencer mumbled into your shoulder, as he had now wrapped his arms around your waist while you poured the steaming water into the large canister. 
you just so conveniently turned around to greet spencer just before you got to the step of pushing down on the pump, spencer took a note of this as well. 
“good morning” but this time the smile actually reached your eyes when you spoke, Spencer always brightening your mood. you even forgot the pain for a brief moment when he pressed a soft kiss on your lips, your eyes easily drooping closed. But when he pulled away to finish the coffee, not commenting on your casual avoidance of the physical exertion portion of the process, reality came back harshly. 
You took this opportunity to sit down, closing your eyes and sighing for a moment at being off your feet. Again, Spencer noted this to himself. 
A couple minutes later, he approached you quietly, two mugs in hand. One was black with at least a couple tablespoons of sugar, and the other with just an average amount of cream and sugar. 
Spencer pressed one into your eagerly awaiting hands, and the other onto the table while he put the coffee grounds away.
You could feel your boyfriend watching you carefully ever since he entered. Not only was he a profiler, but so were you. Although both of you knew he was watching, and the other knew, neither said anything. It was like an odd competition of who would bring it up first, you or him.
He won. “How's you feeling today?” Spencer spoke with a casual tone but the question held weight. the weight of the whole morning that had come before.
you smiled weakly as a response and shrugged, saying “ not too bad, i'll just bring my cane,” you tried to sound casual but Spencer could see right through you. 
He threw a knowing look, his eyes holding empathy. You couldn't meet his gaze. “Angel-” Spencer couldn't get the rest of the sentence out before you interrupted firmly. “No- I'm going to work. We have cases, people need us.” You had a determined look on your face, you were always stubborn. 
Spencer thought this to himself as his gaze softened, a sympathetic look creeping up.   “Honey, you need to take care of yourself, it's okay to not go to work for one day. You'll be better help with the case when your not in pain and your more clear headed-”
You found it hard to argue, stuttering a bit before huffing and saying “but the team needs me…” your argument was meek, as you had essentially already accepted defeat. 
Your disagreement made Spencer furrow his eyebrows, causing the familiar worry crease between the two form.
Though it was hard for Spencer to stay mad at you, especially when you looked so sweet like that. Sat at the kitchen table, a warm mug of coffee cupped between your hands, your hair a mess from sleep. 
there was still a substantial amount of coffee left in your mug. You had forgotten it for arguing with your boyfriend.
Spencer Instead pushed himself up from his chair with a heave, making his way to you a couple steps away. 
He reached out a hand. A compromise. You took it silently in surrender to Spencer's insistence. Although you didn't say anything Spencer could tell you were slightly embarrassed at needing to take a break. 
He offered a small squeeze of your hand as reassurance, hoping to provide some comfort. 
Spencer used his hold on your hand to lead you to your shared bedroom. He left a chaste kiss on your lips and left you to get ready. 
He instead used the time to call your boss and explain the situation. You could vaguely hear Spencer speaking to someone on the phone as you pulled out some of your (Spencer's) most well worn lounge wear. 
“Hey Hotch, ya, ya- oh really- are you sure?” You could only hear Spencer's side of the conversation as you entered the living room with your cane in hand. 
Spencer threw you a smile as you walked up to him, taking his cheek in your palm and placing a soft kiss. 
Once Spencer hung up the phone, he explained that Hotch had told him that it was mostly a paperwork day. This meant Spencer could stay home with you all day(as the workaholic he was he always brought his paperwork home anyways).
Despite having woken up not more than an hour ago, you were ready to sink into the couch, resting your cane against the side.
You weren't really listening to what Spencer was saying very well as the fog was growing thick in your mind. 
Spencer almost immediately noticed, and sat down next to you on the couch, pulling you into his side.
You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and nuzzling into his chest. Spencer placed one arm around your shoulder and used the other to work on some reports. 
You spent most of the day in his arms, sleeping, or talking with your boyfriend. You tried doing some mission reports but your brain felt like sludge and your muscles ached. 
But it wasn't as bad, because you had Spencer there with you.
The End
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can i request a hotch x two-years-old-daughter!reader? i could totally see her begging her dad to let her wear her pink, poofy princess dress when hotch has to take her to work with him. but while hotch is busy, she manages to wander off. she then meets spencer (i imagine this takes place when spencer’s just starting with the bau) & immediately clings to him lol. she’s just very giggly, bubbly, cuddly, & LOVES to play with his hair. & poor spencer is just so confused but is endeared by her nevertheless. & then hotch finally finds her & is relieved. <3
sorry it’s so long! love your works!
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Aaron Hotchner X Young Daughter reader
Request: can i request a hotch x two-years-old-daughter!reader? i could totally see her begging her dad to let her wear her pink, poofy princess dress when hotch has to take her to work with him. but while hotch is busy, she manages to wander off. she then meets spencer (i imagine this takes place when spencer’s just starting with the bau) & immediately clings to him lol. she’s just very giggly, bubbly, cuddly, & LOVES to play with his hair. & poor spencer is just so confused but is endeared by her nevertheless. & then hotch finally finds her & is relieved. <3
I do love young Hotch daughter who is completely opposite to her dad. Around season 1, Hailey is alive and just had Jack.
Third person pov...
Hailey smiles as her Husband runs around after their hyperactive 2 year old, little Y/N Hotchner was a ball of sunshine and energy.
The 2 year old was excited she had a baby brother and loved to play with him, though she loved playing with her Daddy even more.
Currently the little ball of energy was running around the house away from her Dad who was attempting to put her in her clothes, she was going to work with him for the day.
The little girl was only half dressed as she ran before the man could put her trousers on, giggling she shouts "no daddy!" As the man almost grabs her, a smile on his face.
Still chasing the girl, surprised at how quick she was for a tot, though he wasn't running more like in slow motion, wanting the chase to last a little longer, it wasn't every day he got to do this with his daughter (besides he had time before work started)
From the living room, Hailey watches her Husband and daughter with a smile on her face as she held her sleeping baby, Jack was sound asleep as if nothing was happening.
As they make another loop around the house Aaron stops and hops into the doorway of the living room, back pressed against the wall, Hailey watches her husband as he made a shush motion.
"Daddy?" Calls Y/N as the tot ran past the room, a confused look on her face and she looked for her dad. Poking her head around the door she looked at her Mum. "Where daddy?" She asks a pout on her lips.
Hailey fails to hide her smile as her daughter was grabbed and thrown upside down, giggling madly Y/N yelled to be let down. "Daddy! Let go" giggling even more when her tummy was tickled.
"Never, now its time for naughty girls to be dressed" he tells his daughter smiling wickedly as he continues to tickle his daughter, the H/C girl only wiggled in his grasp.
"No no daddy, wanna wear princess dress" yells the tot, Aaron stops his attack and looks at his wife. Hailey only shrugs her shoudlers.
Ever since her birthday Y/N loved one gift in particular, it was a beautiful poofy princess dress her parents got specially made for her.
She loved wearing it every time they went out and was always careful to keep it clean. Hotch sighs of course she would want to wear it to his work.
Looking down at the sad puppy look hisbwas getting he gave in. Hanging his head he stood up Y/N in his arms.
"Okay, Princess dress it is" he declared, dramatically, while bouncing the little girl in his arms before walking upstairs with a happy Y/N "yayy" cheers the young girl.
Finally ready to go Hotch grabbed his brief case, his lunch and Y/N lunch. As he headed for the door he called for Y/N the little girl eagerly bouncing over to him as he helped her put on her light up shoes.
"Ready princess" he asks her, Y/N gives him a huge gumming smile. "Yes Sir Daddy!" She saluted him before hugging her Mum and baby brother before leaving. "Good luck" Hailey whispers as she kisses Aaron.
When they arrived at the FBI headquarters Hotch pulls his daughter aside. "Now N/N, I know your excited, but I need you to stay close to me today okay? The office is busy and I don't want you to get lost" he explains to the girl.
Y/N smiles and hugs his neck giggling. "Yes Daddy! I be good" she smiles, Hotch pats her head a smile on his lips. "Thank you N/N" the two Hotchners then walk into the busy building.
And what a pair they made, Hotch in his usual suit and red tie combo, his stoic expresson on his face. Y/N in her pink poffy dress with light up shoes waving and smiling at all the agents she sees.
Once they get to the bullpen, Y/N is introduced to the team who are all excited to meet the young girl. Soon Hotch is busy in his office mountains of paperwork to go through.
On the floor lays Y/N, the young girl had grown bored it staying in the office. She had drawn lots of pictures, played with her toys. Now she wanted to explore.
Getting up from the floor she walks over to the door and opens it quietly, giggling silently she squeezes through the gap and is now free from the room.
Giggling she runs around the bullpen looking at all the desk and the members of her daddy's team, one person stand out to her, that's person being Spencer Reid who had jsut recently joined the BAU.
Walking up to thr agent she grabs onto his pant leg and shakes his gaining the surprised Dr's attention, looking doen and the girl dressed in pink spencer gives her an awkward smile.
"Hi..?" He says Y/N grins up at him. "Hi! I'm Y/N" she tells him proudly. Spencer is taken aback how smiley Hotches daughter is.
"I'm Spencer, nice to meet you Y/N" he says, before Y/N holds her arms up to him, Spencer was confused before realising she wanted to be picked up.
Nervously looking over to his bosses office he picks the girl up and sets her down on his lap, Y/Ns smiles brightens as she was held by the young man.
The brown haired man was surprised again when the ball on energy on his lap twisted around so she could koala hug him, pressing tightly to him Spencer hugged her back.
" your nice" came a muffled voice pressed to his chest, Spencer let out a surprised laugh at that making Y/N erupted into giggles all over again.
After hugging spencer the H/C tot began moving around as he tried to work, afgwr wriggling a bit she finally settled behind him, half sitting on top of his chair and half holding onto his back.
Y/N happily played with the agents hair as Spencer worked, he was slowly getting used to the girl spending time with him.
As this happened a very worried Dad was panicking in his office trying to find his daughter, after going through everything in his office Hotch threw open his door and stepped down the ramp into the bullpen.
Morgan stood from his desk as he saw the worried expression on the man's face. "Woah woah, what's happened Hotch?" He asks the worried man.
Shoulders shaking Aaron explained he couldn't find his daughter anywhere, instead of helping Derek just laughed and pointed.
Following his arm Hotch breathed a sigh off relief as he saw where Y/N had got to, smiling he watched his daughter laugh and play with the young doctors hair.
He was glad she was okay and made a new friend. Quickly taking a few pictures he sends them to Haily who messaged back just a quick. "Some one made a new friend" chuckling he responded. "I think they both made a new friend"
Putting his phone away he went back to his office, happy to leave his daughter in his agents capable hands.
The end!
Hope you liked this oneshot sorry for the wait! Sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.
Requests are open!
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whoisspence · 28 days
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he's so angelical
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dread0ut · 10 days
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me when the function has a kitty cat (i love kitty cats)
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0and0its0doctor0 · 9 months
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Marry me today and everyday
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Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader Warnings: This is so freaking fluffy. No warnings. Listen to the song!
Summary: Spencer has never been more nervous about anything in his life.
Word Count: 585
Spencer paced back and forth in front of the full length mirror nervously. This was going to end in disaster. He could take on the worst people in the world without being as nervous as he was right now. But this? This was making his insides twist in an unpleasant way. What if he messed everything up? There was so much at stake. He ran a hand through his curly hair and let out a huff of a sigh. He looked up when there was a knock on his hotel room door. “Come in.” He paused in his pacing and looked up as David walked into the room. “You okay kid?” He asked and Spencer shook his head. “Not really.” He admitted and David chuckled a little causing Spencer to frown.
“Take it from someone who has done this a few times. You just need to breathe and let things happen. There isn’t much you can control about this situation. Just smile and nod and it will be over before you know it.” David said, trying to calm Spencer down a little. “But what if she says no? What then? All those people. There’s a lot of people out there, Rossi.” Spencer started panicking again. “Kid she said yes already once. I don’t think she is going to let it get this far if she was just going to turn around and say no. But don’t worry the whole team is here to back you up.” He clapped Spencer on the shoulder and pulled him into a hug which Spencer surprisingly reciprocated. 
There was a light breeze that tickled Spencer’s skin and he was attributing that to his goosebumps. Not the fact he was standing in front of dozens of people half of which he didn’t even know. He fidgeted with a small puff ball that he had in his pocket for stimulation. He looked over to see Derek, Aaron and David standing by his side in their tuxedos and he bit his lip.
Derek tapped him reassuringly on the shoulder. “Breathe.” He said quietly. Spencer took in a deep breath and let it out as the music started. He looked up and saw you standing at the end of the aisle in your gorgeous wedding dress and he felt his heart skip a couple beats. His smile grew with every step you took and he felt his cheeks flushing red. “You look amazing.” He said breathlessly as you stepped up next to him. “Thanks. You do too.” You whispered back as the ceremony started. 
You turned to look at him and held your hand out as the officiant spoke. This was it. All he could think about was you saying no and running away. “I do.” You said happily and he felt his heart drop in a good way. “I do.” He replied when it was his turn. He slipped the ring on your finger and quickly wrapped you in his arms so he could kiss you passionately. If Spencer were being perfectly honest he would rather face an armed Unsub than do that a second time. Finally he pulled away from kissing you to gasp and take in a deep breath of air. “Save it for the honeymoon!” Derek called out laughing as you panted. “Shall we Mrs. Reid?” He asked and you giggled. “Of course Mr. Reid.” And you walked down the aisle holding hands. He wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world. You were his now. He couldn’t be happier.
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lovesclinic · 1 year
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ྀི ۪ ׂ. ૮ ๑• . •๑ ა ۪ ׂ. ꒰ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒, 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 !! ꒱
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ღ. synopsis ; the team watches as hotch softens and rushes to help his constantly cold coworker
ღ. pairing ; aaron hotchner x cold reader
ღ. notes ; just cute stuff <3 please don’t flop :(
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the first time he noticed was on one of your many trips in the jet. the team had wrapped up a particularly tiring case and were on the jet back home. you, spencer, jj and rossi had all comfortably drifted to sleep. while derek and hotch being the workaholics they are caught up on case files and paperwork.
the only difference between you and the other sleeping agents was that you were covered in a heap of blankets as you always find yourself feeling so cold your fingernails go a blue-ish tint and your shoulders shake. so in an attempt to prevent yourself from becoming cold you were close to smothered in big blankets, so many hotch found it hard to spot you among them.
you were a funny sight, curled in the corner in a heap of blankets, despite that the tips of your nose and ears were still glowing red and your body still wracked with shivers in your sleep.
derek watched as hotch proceeded to take a pause in his paperwork, to retrieve something from the rear of the plane. hotch had gone to get you yet another blanket in an attempt to quell your incessant shivering and sniffling. even with all those blankets your symptoms didn't cease. not on that plane ride not any of the other times hotch had attempted to banish you of your regular cold temperature.
hotch hadn't meant to draw so much attention to you, he swore to himself he only cared about your inability to keep warm due to your position on the team, even though he knew it was a lie, an excuse to take care of you.
and the team had started to notice his, slightly, abnormal behaviour. their gruff, workaholic boss was constantly trying, and failing, to cover up how much he cared you for you.
like the other day, it hadn't been too hot nor too cold, but as you worked to complete your case summary files, you felt increasingly cold. your telltale signs of sniffly nose, lips turning a purple hue, a shiver creeping up your spine.
sighing and unzipping your bag, you pulled out a white fluffy coat to keep you warm. throwing it on quickly, so to avoid the usual office banter. it consisted of derek's teasing and garcia mothering you, rossi telling you to eat more pasta to gain weight, spencer feeding you in a different way, providing statistics on metabolism and hypothermia, and emily turning on the heater so that while they all boil and you are a tad more comfortable.
you loved that they cared but hated drawing attention to it, and if hotch was nearby he would send you home, wouldn't let you work, and you would never finish your paperwork.
but as hotch glanced out the window of his office, he couldn't help the boisterous laugh that escaped him at the comical sight of you wrapped up as if you were a penguin in the snow. the unfamiliar sound drew the attention of the entire office, all of whom quickly returned to their work after a stern glare from their unit chief. everyone except derek and garcia. the pair's normal teasing and flirting interrupted, they looked at one another slightly alarmed and slightly amused
“$20 they get together in the next week!" garcia rushed out excitedly in a hushed manner.
"you're on baby girl,"
one day you were on a case working undercover with hotch, and he realised the best way to warm you up. "You're like ice, Y/N," hotch mumbles into your ear, nudging your neck with his nose. "can i warm you up?"
so you never needed to even think about ways to subtly warm yourself or  about worrying the team after that, not when you had your own personal heater.
aaron hotchner.
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Birthday Meal
Summary: When Spencer reminisces about the meal his grandmother made for him every year and how it’s still his favorite food, you decide to recreate the memory.
Tags: Fluff, no use of y/n or pronouns for reader
Spencer had brought it up so randomly, a wistful expression on his face as he mentioned the meal his grandmother used to make for him every year on his birthday and how it was still his favorite meal. It was an entire meal - an appetizer, main course with sides, completed with soft cookies and a kid friendly mixed drink. When he tells you he wished he’d been old enough to get the recipes before she died, you know what you have to do.
First, you contact his mother. You’ve met before and write her letters every week, so the doctors at the sanitarium have no issue with a short phone call. She remembers the meal, but not the recipe, but she gives you the number to Spencer’s uncle, and promises she won’t tell. Spencer’s uncle hands the phone to his wife, and while she has part of the recipe (the appetizer and sides), she doesn’t have it all. But she thinks a distant cousin would, so you call another relative you’ve never met, and talk to each member of that family as they reminisce about the foods they used to eat on their birthdays. (You’re amazed that every member seems to have a completely new meal, made specifically for them.) You get the drink recipe and the main dish from them, but you’re still missing the cookies.
They’re trying to think of who you could call when Spencer’s mother calls you back, saying she had found a note in her old journal about the cookies, and that you’re allowed to read all about the celebration. She says it’s already in the mail to you and just asks that you return the journal when you can. You wonder why she didn’t just copy the recipe down for you, or verbally tell you, but you thank her all the same and promise to let her know how your cooking attempts go.
Before you can start planning, the uncle you called earlier calls again and asks for your address. He says part of the special meal was that everyone had their own plate, and he found Spencer’s up in the attic. He also says his wife wrote down the exact brands used, and you thank him profusely. Within a week, you have the journal from his mother and the package from his uncle. The cousins have also added something to the package, apparently an old mixing spoon that’s been passed down from the time of the Depression. Between all of them, you’ve got the recipes and most of the specific brands used. You hide the special lavender plate and glass, wondering if this is why Spencer loves purple so much, giddy with excitement and nervous for your surprise.
It’s a strange meal altogether - not something you personally would have ever put together, but the way Spencer had talked about it, the way he’d looked as he remembered something good from his childhood wasn’t something you’d forget.
His birthday was coming up soon, and he’d asked if you two could stay in, surprised at your enthusiastic agreement. He went to work that day, after you’d woken him up with excited birthday kisses, and you had verified with Penelope that they would do something for him at lunch. You were still slightly angry that they had forgotten his 30th birthday. Really though, you just needed to make sure they wouldn’t try to take him out after hours, you wanted your surprise to work.
The recipe is somehow complicated and simplistic at the same time- truthfully it’s not many ingredients, but it’s a long process, true grandmother-style cooking — slaving over a hot stove all day. You briefly wonder if you could speed things along with a crockpot, but ultimately decide to stick to the recipe, following it to a T.
Penelope texts you when Spencer leaves the office, giving you time to dress up and finish setting the table. You have a hand made banner hung on the wall, a detail that you discovered through reading his mother’s journal, and fresh flowers that match the plate. His mother is having a good day, and the doctors have approved a short video call when Spencer gets in. You sit by the window until you see Spencer walking up the sidewalk, then rush to call his mom. When you hear the key turn in the door, you flip your screen around, and the two of you shout “Happy Birthday!” as soon as he walks in.
Spencer blushes immediately, surprised and smiling. You kiss his cheek before handing him your tablet, telling him to talk to his mom while you finish plating dinner, and warn him not to come into the kitchen, but to let you know when he’s ready. Thirty minutes later, when he calls out hesitantly to you, just now noticing the banner and the bouquet of flowers, you come out of the kitchen smiling, telling him to sit and close his eyes.
He rolls them at you, but complies, even covering them with one large hand, jumping slightly when you sneak in a kiss. You hurriedly bring out all the dishes, setting them around and finally set the special plate down in front of him. You pour the layered drink into his glass as Spencer twitches and squirms in his seat, asking if he could please look now. He laughs when you tell him to be patient, curious as to what in the world you’re doing and wondering why he’s nostalgic over the scent of whatever it is you’ve made.
When you finally let him open his eyes, he looks to see you standing nervously, hands wringing together as you wait to see his reaction. He does a double take at the spread before him, and his eyes widen into saucers when he sees his place setting.
“Happy birthday, my love” you say softly, still nervous and smiling shyly.
Spencer stands so suddenly the chair he was on falls to the ground but he doesn’t care, lunging for you to crush you against him. He’s trying to hide the tears falling from his eyes as he squeezes you close to him, whispering his thanks over and over. He’s overwhelmed with memories he thought he’d forgotten - his plate, the banner, the way the drink looked in his glass.
When he pulls back from you, you’re concerned at his glassy eyes but he doesn’t give you the chance to ask, kissing you deeply and with all the emotion he feels. When you break apart, he’s smiling the wide smile that transforms his whole face, and you’re relieved that he seems to be happy. He fixes his chair, and asks you to tell him how you did all this, thanking you again. You fuss at him first, fixing his plate exactly how the journal had been written. There had been a few photographs of one of the last celebrations, and you were pleased with your recreation. The trouble you’d gone through with talking to his family (who had continued to call you, remembering strange details in the weeks leading up to tonight), tracking down exact brands - some that could only be found online, burning yourself on the main dish - none of it matters at all when you see how Spencer is looking at you.
Spencer honestly doesn’t care how the meal tastes, although it’s somehow better than he remembered. You tell him you added in extra love, and that the wooden spoon you’d used to mix the ingredients must have contained some too. His mouth drops open at the spoon, before he tells you a family story about how a wooden spoon became so meaningful.
He continually thanks you, unsure how to express his gratitude, and he lets you take photos to send to all the family members who helped you, forcing you into his lap for the last one, gripping your waist tightly as you both smile, looking at each other.
Softly, Spencer tells you this is his new favorite birthday, and one he swears he will remember every detail of forever.
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snarkylinda · 8 months
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Dr. Spencer Reid became the most tragic meow meow the instant he gained an scar on the base of the neck, without having an SO to tenderly kiss it on a moment of vulnerability u.u
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mshalfemptygirl · 1 year
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Protective (S.R)
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Plot: Spencer is very jealous after prison and this can be bad for his relationship with Reader.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Contents: against and fuffy, just a couple with problems but i love it
Request: meu cenário fav é post prison spencer sendo suuper over protective com a reader 😿💞 e tipo uma vez eles vão sair e tem um cara enchendo o saco dela e ele ficaria TAO PUTO ao ponto de quase prender o cara 
A/N: Thank you so much for you guys liked my fics. I’ll let the link for Spencer Reid Masterlist in the end. Love y’all. Requests are open! Hope you like it!
It was the first time in public since Spencer got out of prison, he lived hell for months until his innocence was proven. I don't even like to remember how many sleepless nights I spent crying about not being able to see him, knowing he was suffering and having to deal with a lot of shit. It was all a nightmare. But now he was here, he was back in our apartment, his things were in the same place, his life was in the same place – but he wasn't the same person. That's why I tried to convince him to come to our favorite coffee shop, where we had our first date, to see if he felt a little happier. We had ordered our coffees and also some cookies to eat, I was trying to distract him by talking about my work teaching the children, that this week they learned about fruits and there was a student of mine who just liked all of them. She is so cute and lovely, I can’t stand it.
He pays close attention but at the same time I knew he didn't care, that his thoughts were far away. "Y/N, very interesting. Will you excuse me? I need to go to the restroom." He smiled and stood up without waiting for my answer. It hurt me a lot, seeing him so far away, I was trying so hard but he didn't seem to want to go back to his old life. It looked like he didn't want any more. When I realized I was already crying, a silent, suffering cry. I looked at the park across the street to distract myself, I had to pretend everything was fine.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a shadow sit up and I turned my head quickly to see if it was Spencer. Well, it wasn't. "Oh, love, I'm sorry. Are you okay? Why are you crying? Did that guy treat you badly?" Great, if this man notices I'm crying so Spence will notice too. He kinda looks like him. I shook my head in negative. "No, No! He didn't do anything. He's cool, we're just going through stuff." I gave him a shy smile. "Oh, it's okay, my love! I'll be right there on the other side... if you need anything, angel...". He placed his hand on mine. I was so focused on the guy in front of me that I didn't even see Spencer come back to our table, he was standing right behind the guy, looking at me very angry. I pulled my hand away at the same moment.
"What a beautiful couple! Can you explain to me what the fuck is this? Did you found another guy while I being out, hm? Such fucking whore" I was shook. He never did that to anyone, he has never been rude to me or yelled at me like that. The man I love is gone and now he's turned into this."Honey, it's not like that at all, he just came over to ask if I was okay, I don’t know him and..." he laughed, and loudly, as if he didn't believe it. He was doing a scene in the middle of the cafe and people were looking at us. "Of course she is okay. More than okay. She's with me, you got it? She's my girlfriend, are you crazy? I can arrest you for harassment. She belongs to me, get out of here before I punch your face, asshole. " The young man stood up and waved at me before walking away. It seemed like he knew I was in trouble and that I was broken inside.
Spencer returned to his seat across from me, took a sip of his coffee. I stared at him, still not believing. He doesn't talk to me, he doesn't want to tell me what's wrong, he doesn't want to go to therapy or anything like that. And I love him so fucking much but I don't want to date someone if every time I go out with him he tries to hit someone, trying to humiliate me in front of everyone. I started crying again and then grabbed my bag, took one last look at him. His lips were together and he was looking at me in a mocking, challenging way, as if what happened was nothing and the whole cafe still wasn't looking at us. “Fuck you, Reid! Go to hell”, I stood up, headed straight for our apartment. I need to think. But I guess I lose him.
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I was in the bedroom, under the white blanket eating my Ben & Jerry's Mint Chocholate Cookie ice cream to drown my sorrows while watching The Fault in Our Stars. I wanted their love, they loved each other and stayed together until the end. I wanted to stay with him until the end. I heard a noise at the main door, little by little the noise of the shoe on the wooden floor got louder and I heard a knock on the bedroom door.
I paused the movie, wiped the tears away before saying, "I don’t wanna talk, Spencer". I should have gone elsewhere, “Baby, please, can we talk?”. I sighed before saying "come in". He came in, and he was bad. It looked like he had been crying too. He sat on the bed and I looked into his eyes."Y/N, I'm really sorry. I was such an idiot, but I don't want anyone to touch you or go near you because you're mine and it’s not possession... fuck, it's just that in prison, I saw how they treated the women they came to visit and they told me things they would do to you...I'm just being protective. And it's not an excuse for what I've done, I've been such dick these past few weeks, I'm so sorry. I was so rude today. Please, Y/N, I love you", he sighed.
I started crying again, because I love him and I know he was trying but it's not enough. "Spencer, my love today was a hard day to me, I was talking but it seems that you don’t care and then you scream with the guy for talked to me. You call me whore. That’s so fucking heartbreaking. You really need help, please go to therapy, talk to someone. You almost hit him today for me. I love you but I can't live like this... I want you but you're ruining my plan", I let out a giggle. "Plan? What plan?" he asked me. "I made a promise that I would marry you if we survived prison but your mind is still there, I can’t compete with that. And you don't have to be jealous of me, I'm yours forever, body and soul. Promise me you'll go to find some help?", he came closer and ran his hand through my hair. "Promise, love. And I want make your plan happen. Sorry. I love you". I kissed him, a salty kiss because of the tears, then hugged him tight. Nothing will separate us.
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ginime · 9 months
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New fic in progress
When you start off writing post-prison dom!Spencer Reid smut, but it turns into heartbreaking traumatized Spencer fluff.
How it started:
“No holding back. Go as hard as you need to.”Spencer’s eyes are wild and desperate, but yet again he hesitates. “Use. Me. Use me to forget.”
vs How it’s going:
“I…You don’t know what I had to do in there.”
“I know you, Spencer.”
“No, you don’t. You can’t. I don’t even know who I am anymore.” Now tears are spilling over his cheeks.
“You’re the one that told me that people change over time, but at our core we essentially stay the same.”
“Well, technically,” He can’t help himself from starting to share a random statistic. Which is something that you love to see him do. “While some personality traits are relatively stable over…” He trails off and looks down at his lap.
You smile softly and lean into him. Nuzzling into the side of his neck. “You’re a good man Spencer. You always have been and always will be.”
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SPENCER REID IN 12x14 "COLLISION CURSE"
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