Is That Yours. (SR)

Request:

can you write something about the reader and Reid are dating and they both work at the bau. The reader steals one of his shirts and wears it to work or something and the team notices. Thank you! :)

Warnings: None 

Being a woman could be a pain, but especially when you were bloated. The annoyance always hindered my self-confidence making me what to wear a larger shirt that usual so absolutely nothing stuck to me. 

Spencer and I woke up at the usual time we do every morning. “Good morning love.” He said rolling over kissing the top of my forehead. I grumbled and tossed over not wanting to get up yet. “Love you need to get up. We’ll be late for work.” He said brushing hair off my neck. “Five minutes.” I mumbled pushing my head into the pillow. “Y/N you know you won’t get up in five minutes, you might as well just get up now and wake up some.” He said placing a heated cup on my arm. “Come one Spence, get that off of me.” I said bumping the liquids making it wash over me. I shot up and pushed the covers back hopefully not getting any coffee on the blankets. “Spencer.” I said groaning. I looked over at him biting his lip, blushing with embarrassment. “I’m sorry.” He whispered softly, looking down at the cups. I sighed and closed my eyes, “No Spencer I’m sorry, I bumped into you.” I said taking a deep breath. I got out of bed feeling the now cooled liquid run down my skin. “I need a shower, I’ll be out in a few. Just relax.” I said going to the bathroom, turning on the water to heat up. 

Usually I took the showers at night and Spencer took the showers in the morning, but since this event it allowed us both to shower making both of us late. I quickly jumped out of the shower and placed a towel around my chest, tucking it in so it’d stay. “The shower is yours Spence, we need to hurry though.” I said rushing to my makeup vanity placing mascara on my lashes quickly. I walked into our shared closet and looked for a pencil skirt. I grabbed the black one that complemented my body (even if I were bloated). I looked around on the floor noticing Spencer’s light blue shirt laying beside the bed. I smiled and placed it on my body buttoning up the front. I then pulled the pencil skirt over my legs, tucking it in the skirt. I quickly brushed back my hair into a sleek ponytail. “Well you look beautiful.” I heard Spencer say from behind me. I smiled and paced over to him kissing his cheek. “Thanks dove, now hurry and get dressed.” I said patting his bottom through the towel. He tucked his face into my neck, “Is this my shirt? It smells like it.” He said smelling the collar of the shirt noticing the sweet smell of his cologne and coffee mixed on the shirt. I shrugged my elbows knowingly, “i don’t know, is it?” I asked giggling. “Spencer we need to hurry.” I said whining. He put his hands up in defense and walked over to the closet. “Fine, fine. Go wait in the car. It’ll only take me five minutes and twenty seconds.” He explained. I laughed and shook my head. “You better hurry!”


We made it to the BAU just in time for us to do our usual routine of, me going in ten minutes later than Spencer. Everybody would believe if I were late, not Spencer. I waited out in the car for ten minutes then started to head towards the door with my purse. I pulled out my badge and placed it in the scanner allowing me in the building. I walked to the receptionist and showed her my badge allowing her to let me in. I finally made it on the elevator pressing the button to take me up. “And here is the sexy mama.” I heard Derek say as I entered the ‘Round Table Room’. “Sorry I’m late.” I said giving a small smile to Hotch. He nodded and turned back to JJ allowing her to continue. I shot a small smile over to Spencer and then opened the case file. 

As I was listening I slowly saw Derek lean in next to me. I looked over at him and tilted my head to the side. “Why do you smell like pretty boy?” He asked in a whisper. I blushed and looked down. “Alright, I see.” He said giggling. I silently groaned to myself and sighed. I saw Spencer looking over at me confused when Hotch dismissed us. “So pretty boy is getting some of sexy mama.” He said winking and pulling us in against him. “Derek keep your voice down.” I said annoyed. “Oh come on pretty lady, don’t you think we haven’t noticed things that don’t match up?” He said bumping his hips with ours. “What’s going on?” I heard JJ say from behind. “Oh nothing, just pretty ricky has a girlfriend.” I blushed and got out of his grasp seeing JJ smile widely. “What?” I heard Penelope say from beside her. “Oh for fuck’s sake why don’t we just announce this on T.V. why don’t we.” I said looking at Spencer seeing his cheeks tinted in a dark rose hue. “Yes, we are together. I love him he loves me. Can we get on with our lives now?” I said slipping beside Spencer intertwining our hands. Everybody that was around for the attraction laughed and dispersed, I looked at Spencer and rolled my eyes, “At least we don’t have to hide anymore.” I said kissing his cheek, discreetly. I heard whistles from Derek making me pull away and roll my eyes. I walked to my desk and I glanced up to see Emily walk in, “What’d I miss?”   

I’M SO DAMN CONFUSED WHY IS LINDSEY VAUGHAN GOING AFTER SPENCER?!

IS HER DAD INVOLVED?!

IS SHE WORKING WITH/FOR MR. SCRATCH?!

IS SCRATCH EVEN INVOLVED IN THIS AT ALL?!

WHY WERE THOSE CRACK JOB PRISON OFFICERS HOLDING SPENCER BACK WHEN HE WAS TRYING TO SAVE HIS MOM?!

WHY ARE ALL THE PRISON OFFICERS SUCH ASSHOLES TO SPENCER?!

IS DIANA GOING TO BE KILLED?!

PROBABLY BECAUSE CM WRITERS DON’T WANT SPENCER TO HAVE ANY SOURCE OF HAPPINESS IN HIS LIFE!

ARE THE CM WRITERS JUST SEEING HOW MUCH THEY CAN FUCK WITH SPENCER UNTIL US FANS OFFICIALLY LOSE IT?!

WAS SPENCER HOLDING A SHANK IN THAT PROMO?!

WHO TOOK ALL THOSE PHOTOS OF REID?!

WHO’S DEAD BODY WAS THAT THAT JJ AND WALKER(?) FOUND?!

WHAT DID ROSSI MEAN BY “IT WAS ALL A LIE”?!

MATTHEW MOTHERFUCKING GUBLER LOOKS FUCKING GOOD IN A SUIT!

WHO WAS THAT THAT SAID TO SPENCER “DIDN’T EXPECT ME DID YOU”?!

WAS IT CAT ADAMS?!

SHE DID TELL REID SHE WOULD REMEMBER HIS NAME AND MOCKED HIM AFTER HE TOLD HER ABOUT HIS MOTHER!

WHAT EXACTLY DID THE SEXY VOICE OVER MEAN BY “THIS IS THE CRIMINAL MINDS THAT WILL EXPOSE EVERYTHING” AND “GET READY FOR A SHOCKER”?!

IS REID GOING TO BE RELEASED FROM PRISON?!

I DON’T WANT TO WAIT ANOTHER WEEK I NEED ANSWERS NOW GODDAMMIT!

“Sick” Spencer Reid

You have not felt this bad since the time in college when you somehow managed to get pink eye, mono, and strep throat all at the same time. This time you had only come down with one thing, but it did not make it feel any worse. Your immune system was in bad shape. You were overworked and constantly exhausted. You had not been taking very good care of yourself because you were stressed. In an attempt to ignore your problems, you through yourself into your work. It was only a matter of time until you got sick and here you are.

You felt like complete crap as you laid on your soft couch. You should have just gone to bed hours ago but you did not have the energy to do anything of the sort. It was time to take more medicine but, you just could not force yourself to get up. You  lay on the couch, curled up, freezing cold even covered in three blankets, trying to ignore the pain radiating from your head. You attempt to fall asleep but it is fruitless. How can you be so exhausted and in such terrible shape but not able to fall asleep at the same time.

All of a sudden, you here a knock on the door. You know that you should get up or tell the visitor to go away but, when you try to shout at them to go away all that comes out is a groan. The door knob jiggles and your door swings open.

“Y/n?” a familiar voice calls out to you from inside your house. You hear your door shut behind him.

It is Dr. Spencer Reid. He was your closest friend at the BAU and as you got to know him, you quickly developed a major crush on him. You loved everything about him, from his awkward social skills and vast amount of geeky interests, to his lanky limbs and gorgeous golden curls. You found his endless ability to take in knowledge and his boundless mind incredibly endearing. He was unlike anybody else you had ever known, unique in his own perfect way, and you had fallen hard for him. Despite your life-controlling crush on the man that you had entered your home, you continued to sit inert on your house. He would find you in your misery eventually, it was not worth the energy to do anything more.

He came to your side within minutes. He knelt down beside you and he looked at you. You groaned as you opened your eyes. He looked at you, it was apparent in his eyes that he was pained for you. He wanted to help you to be better so badly.

“Hey, y/n.” he spoke softly to you. He gently brushed some hairs away from your face, you closed your eyes at the feel of his soft fingertips sliding across your head. He felt your forehead.

“Y/n, you are burning up.” he whispered to you. You groaned in pain as response. “When did you last take your medicine?” You shrugged, your eyes crushed together, pinching away all possibility of light from reaching your eyes, and burning them. That was the only answer he needed.

Spencer rose from where he had knelt down and wandered into your bathroom, leaving you alone on your couch, cold and shivering. He quickly located the medication that you had been using and took out the prescibed amount. When he returned to you, he brought you the three little pills and a glass of water. He carefully helped lift you into a sitting position and you groaned as you moved, aching all over, your head pounding and numb. He handed you the cure to your pain and you mindlessly through them into your mouth, he tipped the glass of water and you took a small sip, washing down what you had to swallow.

Spencer brought your hand into his. He looked up at you, his eyes shining with empathy, practically mirroring the pain that you felt. He delicately rubbed your back, moved the palm of his hand around in comforting circles. You slowly began to feel a little better, your mind clearing a little more and more.

Eventually, you cleared your throat. “Thanks, Spence.” you croaked out. You smiled gratefully at him.

He smiled back at you. “Are you hungry?” he asked “I made chicken noodle soup and brought you some.” You nodded. Now that you thought about it, food did not sound half bad, especially if Spencer made it.

A sharp shiver splashed through you, and you shook. Even through all of the thick layers that you wore, you were freezing. God, you hated being sick. Spencer noticed your movement and he quickly reached onto the chair adjacent to the couch and grabbed two blankets that were wrapped around the back of it. You do not remember putting those there. He must have brought them from your bedroom when he went to get the medicine. He wrapped both blankets around you tightly. His hand grazed your shoulder and you shivered again but, this time it was not because of your cold. It was because of Spencer. He looked at you, concern stretched in his gaze, his brows furrowed in sympathetic compassion and something that you could not completely perceive.

“Alright, I will be right back.” He left to go and fetch you some soup. You smiled as he left. He was so cute when he was all caring and protective of you. Then it hit you. You realized it. The little thing that had always nagged at you. The emotion that he hid, that you almost saw through the gates of his gaze, the one that you could not quite perceive. It was care, love. You felt your heart swell as you thought of the idea of Spencer liking you, too. You sat on your couch, smiling like an idiot to yourself, until he came back, two bowls of soup in his hands. He carefully handed one to you and watched you as you took your first swallow.

You ate in comfortable silence, both of you thinking of your own things. Then, without any warning or forethought you said, “Do you like me?”

He looked at you curiously. He was stunned by the uncharacteristic outburst. Normally, you would not simply  blurt out your thoughts, but your inhibitions were slowed by the painkillers and medication that Spencer had given you. You looked at him, waiting for his answer.

“W-well of course I like you. You are my best friend.” he stuttered

“Not what I meant.” you say through a mouthful of soup, pointing your spoon at him. “I meant like as in ‘like-like’ because I ‘like-like’ you and I think you 'like-like’ me, too.”

He laughed nervously. “That was a lot of 'likes’, y/n”

“You are avoiding the question, Spencer.” you gave him a pointed stare. Even though you were drugged, you were a profiler. You knew when he was evading a question, especially since he was your best friend.

He sighed. “Yeah, I do.” he said quietly “I do 'like-like’ you. I 'like-like’ you a lot.” He smiled at you. You smiled back.

Spencer snuggled closer to you, feeling like he was allowed to do so now that the two of you had both admitted your feelings. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his chest.

You were feeling a lot better now. You soon fell asleep in Spencer’s arms, warm and comfortable. He stayed with you  for the rest of the night. In the morning, despite your rejections to the idea, he insisted on taking the day off himself, and taking care of you.

Yeah, you definitely felt a lot better.

Originally posted by crimnatic

Thunderstorms (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you are having a wonderful week! This was requested by an anon and I tweaked it juuuust a little bit but I hope you still like it! 😋
Warnings: extreme fluff
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: the reader is lonely and calls Spencer really early in the morning and when he gets there, he sees her in her pjs (like really short shorts and stuff) and then things… if you know what I mean lol
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: Spencer and reader have a hateful/teasing relationship…
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You woke up to a clash of a frightening sound.
Thunder.
You laid in bed with the blanket pulled up to your nose, as if it would shield you from the fear thunder storms brought you.
You waited for another flash of light to fly across the sky but there wasn’t anything for awhile so you eventually fell back into a peaceful…
BAM.
You shot up again and bundled your blankets beside you.
The feeling of something or someone next to you is comforting, but the blankets weren’t convincing enough.
You pondered in your bed, unable to fall back asleep until you had an idea.
Who else is going to be up due to a thunder storm?
Your best friend Spencer Reid!
You grabbed your phone quickly and dialed his number.
It took a while for him to pick up but he finally did.
“Hello?” He asked with a sleepy voice.
“Hi Spencer. Did I wake you?” You asked buried under your blankets.
“A little bit. Is everything alright?” He asked more awake now.
“Yeah I’m just… lonely. I hate storms and I was wondering if you could come over. Your ramblings make me fall asleep in a snap and I would like your company.” You said shyly.
Spencer definitely wasn’t planning on leaving at two o'clock in the morning but he would do it for you.
“Yeah I don’t see why not. I’ll be there in about ten minutes. Hang tight.” He said before hanging up.
You let out a sigh of relief as you crumpled back into your blankets.
About 10 minutes later, you heard a knock on your door.
You bolted to the door and opened it quickly before yanking Spencer through the door.
“Are you sure your okay?” He asked again as you clung to his arm.
“I just… I hate storms.” You said.
He got quiet as you stood there clinging to his arm.
“Spencer?” You asked getting his attention.
You noticed he was staring at you and you had to snap to get him out of his trance.
“What? Sorry I was um spacing out. Do you want to sit down?” He asked clearing his throat.
“Yeah sure.” You said running to the couch and tucking your knees to your chest.
“Thank you for coming.” You said as he sat next to you, still bewildered.
You were unsure of what he was so distracted but then an assumption popped into your head.
Is it your attire?
You remembered what you were wearing; a tank top and small track shorts.
Was he into you?
He seemed distracted by your body.
You heard another clash of lighting and you basically jumped into his lap.
He held onto you tight as you clung to his side.
His fingers were slightly cold against your exposed skin as he lightly grazed the top of your shoulder.
“It’s okay.” He said into your hair.
You know he isn’t fond of thunderstorms either, but he obviously doesn’t mind them now.
“Can we lay down?” You asked quietly.
“Yeah.” He said quickly after, obviously nervous.
He laid down first and you snuggled into his chest as he wrapped his arms around your lower back.
Every time another clash of thunder would crash you would tense up and he would hold you tighter and gently stroke your shoulder.
You felt his rapid heartbeat beneath his shirt and you looked up at him.
“Are you nervous?” You asked, you faces inches away from each other’s.
“No… I don’t know. I’ve just never… laid down with a girl before.” He said avoiding eye contact.
“It’s just me.” You cooed and his eyes met yours.
His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and he held you a little tighter.
Then, he slowly inched closer, checking your eyes for admission.
You froze knowing he was going to kiss you and then you felt his soft lips meet yours making you melted into his arms.
He softly moaned into the kiss; the earning lust to taste your lips finally being fulfilled.
You dug one hand in his hair as he completely closed the space between you by hugging your body tight.
Your lips synced together perfectly like two corresponding puzzle pieces until you both pulled away for a greedy breathe of air.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” He said tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
“And I’ve been waiting for you to do it.” You say with a small smile as you traced his jawline with your pointer finger.
He smiled and closed the space again by placing his lips on yours.
This time, he got a little more comfortable and pulled your leg over his hip.
You carefully tightened your grip on his hair, making him moan as he shifted, burying you deeper in the couch.
He eventually made his way on top of you as the sounds of the storm faded away and all you could hear was your rapid heartbeat in your ears.
Then he broke the kiss abruptly. “Is this okay?”
“Of course. I’ve liked you for awhile now.” You said running your fingers through his hair.
“Really?” He said between a kiss.
“Mhm.” You said kissing him once again.
You felt him smile into the kiss which only made you happier as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for one last kiss before falling asleep in his arms.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Imagine embarrassing Hotch in front of the team

Originally posted by ametraven99

“So, you actually have baby pictures of our bossman?”

“Well, apparently he didn’t think about the fact that grandparents looooove to show visitors any kind of pictures…”

“Tell us you have some of them with you!”, squeald Garcia, and the team waited in anticipation as you reached into your bag.

“Don’t you dare!”, Hotch growled and made a move to grab a hold of them. Thankfully Rossi had anticipated it, and wrapped an arm around Aarons shoulder.

“Don’t you think we deserve to see them after all those years we’ve had to endure working with you?”

You held up the first picture.

“As you can see, our fearless leader didn’t always have a fabel for black clothing and suits, since he apparently loved to wear this pink tutu.”

The team leaned forwards to take a closer look and burst out laughing.

“Or this one, where he is six, wearing his mothers handbag. And I am sure you notice that it’s the only thing he’s wearing…”

“My ribs are hurting!”, Morgan said, breathless with laughter as the rest of them.

“And let’s not forget this one, where he’s got long green hair, is wearing a bright red dress and apparently discovered his love for goth-makeup!”