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Business and Pleasure (Spencer Reid Fluff)

Summary ~ Faking a relationship, turned into something you hadn’t expected

Words ~ 1020

Request ~ No

I sat on my couch waiting for my roommate/best friend to get home from work.  I heard the door open and I looked over to see Spencer. He slammed the door dropping his coat and bag on the floor before walking straight into his room and shutting the door hard. I was shocked I looked between his door and the front door, trying to figure out what just happened. I got off the couch walking over to his coat I hung it up and walked over to his door.
“Spence” I said opening the door I saw his laying face first on his bed. I sat down on the bed rubbing his back asking him what was wrong.
“Work” He said rolling over.
“What happened?” I asked.
“The guys don’t take me seriously. They think I am just a brain, Morgan doesn’t talk to me about normal guy things, and when I try and join in with the conversation they just laugh and say ‘You wouldn’t understand kid’ The girls treat me like an innocent teen that knows nothing. I am just sick of it, I know just as much about girls as the other guys do” He rubbed his hands over his face annoyed.
“Aw sweetie, did you say anything to them?”
“That would make me look like a dork” He sighed, I pulled him into a hug rocking him side to side.  We pulled away and I gave him a sympathy smile. He looked at me shocked and then looked me up and down.
“Wait you are a girl” He said.
“Are you only realizing this now?” I laughed.
“Help me” He groaned.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Okay this is going to sound crazy but what if you came to work tomorrow and 'surprised’ me and pretended to be my girlfriend, then the guys would see that I know about girls” he said hopefully.
“I dunno Spence that sounds kind of risky, what if they realise I am just a friend?”
“But they won’t, you will show up with lunch for both of us, I will hug you kiss you on the cheek, we will talk like normal because we practically talk like a married couple already. Then you will say goodbye” I looked at the hope in his eyes.
“What do you want for lunch?” I smiled
The next day I got up and spent extra long making sure I looked good. I wanted to really impress Spencer’s friends. I was kind of excited about pretending to be Spencer’s girlfriend. I like the idea of him calling me his. I put on my outfit checking myself in the mirror. I went to the office asking at reception what floor Spencer Reid was on. I got a lot of looks as I walked down the halls looking for the right place. I saw him standing beside a tall guy and a skinny blonde girl.
“Babe” I said walking up to him. He turned around smiling and brought me in for a hug.
“I didn’t know you were coming today” He smiled.
“Surprise. I brought lunch” I said holding up a bag.
“Thanks hun” He said intertwining our fingers. “You look gorgeous as always”
“Well I have to compete with you”
“There is no competition, do you want to eat at my desk?” He asked.
“Sounds fun” I smiled.
“Hold on Reid, are you not going to introduce us?” The guy asked.
“Hey, I’m Y/N”
“Nice to meet you I’m Morgan this is JJ”
“Lovely to meet you”
“So how come Reid has never told us about you?”
“We don’t like to mix business and pleasure” I said winking at Spencer.
“Oh my God” He laughed.
“And there is a lot of pleasure?” Morgan said sarcastically.
“Well lets just say that the case isn’t the only thing that keeps him up at night” I laughed.
“Okay that is enough, lets go eat” Spence said pushing me away chuckling.
“Nice talking to you” I said over my shoulder. We sat down at his desk and laughed slightly.
“Wow you are really good at this” Spencer said.
“Yeah, well you weren’t so bad yourself. We ate our lunch and chatted like we normally do, then we said goodbye.
“I’ll see you tonight babe” I said wrapping my arm around him.
“Yes you will” He said before pulling out of the hug. He looked behind me briefly and then back at me. Suddenly his lips were on mine and his hand was on my cheek. I loved the kiss, I had imagined it before but it was nothing like this. I savoured the feeling and the taste until be pulled away.
“Bye babe” He said smiling. I smiled back turning around and walking out. I walked home in a daze of happiness, confusion and sadness. Why did he kiss me? Was it just the act? Does he like me?
I sat at home once again waiting for him to get home, I wanted to play it casual and act like nothing had happened but I knew that I would burst if I didn’t ask him. He walked in the door hanging up his coat and looking over at me.
“Hey” He smiled.
“Hi” He kicked off his shoes and sitting down beside me. He took the remote searching through the channels and I couldn’t keep my eyes off him.
“You are staring” He said his eyes never leaving the TV.
“Why did you kiss me?” I blurted out.
“I thought it would help with the act” He said looking at me.
“Oh so it was just for the act?” I questioned. There was a long silence as he stared at me, I could see the debating in his eyes before he broke the silence.
“No” He leaned closer and pressed his lips to mine. “I like you” He said between kisses.
“I like you too” I smiled into the kiss. He broke the kiss abruptly.
“Really?” He said shocked.
“Of coarse, even when you had weird long hair” I laughed.
“Shut up” He groaned leaning back down.

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Snapchat ~ crazey_jadey

Obvious

could you write a spencer x reader where he likes the reader and is SUPER obvious and like everyone teases him (including the reader) but it gets to the point where he snaps and says the reason he never makes a move is because he’s insecure? nervous and awkward spencer is my life! Thank you so much you’re one of my fav blogs!

Oh my word, thank you so much for your kind words!  I can most certainly do this.  Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!


“You’re starin’, Pretty Boy,” Derek smirks as he thumps his fist lightly on Spencer’s desk.

He jumps at the admission as his cheeks flush furiously.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” he murmurs lightly as he shoves his face back into the folder on his desk.

“Don’t worry.  Y/N’s a pretty one.  Lots of the guys look at her,” Derek muses with a smile on his face.

And all Spencer does is clench his jaw.


“Spence, just tell her how you feel,” J.J. urges.

“Why does everyone think I have a crush on Y/N!?” he shrieks as he pulls his coffee from his lips.

“Well, for one genius, you automatically knew who we were talking about,” Garcia grins as she shuffles over to the corner, “and I, for one, have it on good authority that Y/N feels the same way.”

“Come on, Spence.  The worst she can say is ‘no’,” J.J. points out.

“Yeah…the worst is just rejection.  Got it,” Spencer huffs as he turns and leaves the group of women crowding around to talk about it.

But he was tired of hearing about it.


“You look nice today, Y/N.  Any special occasion?” Rossi asks as you come sauntering in all put together.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen our Pretty Girl in make-up,” Derek smiles broadly as he comes and gives you a one-armed hug.

“You look nice,” Hotch smiles as he gives you a light hug.

“Thanks, guys,” you smile as the group surrounds you.

“Doesn’t she look nice, Reid!?” Prentiss shouts behind her shoulder as the group turns their heads to look at him.

“I never understand why women are so obsessed with how they look,” Spencer murmurs as his eyes work quickly along some paperwork.

In reality, he was wholly focused on you in his peripheral.

So much so that he saw your face drop at his statement.

“You look nice, Y/N,” Spencer says as he furrows his brow.

“You haven’t even looked,” you say lightly.

“I’m sure you’re beautiful,” Spencer says as he quickly turns the page.

“I bet the girl you have a crush on would love to look into your eyes as you say that,” you smirk as the team goes slack-jawed and turns their attention back to you.

But no one could have predicted the tension that Spencer would have snapped under.

Especially with those words coming from you.

“Look!” he begins as he shuts his book harshly.

It makes you jump as he swivels in his chair to look at the group.

His eyes looked more haggard than normal, and you were beginning to worry.

“Yes, Y/N.  You look beautiful.  Y-y-…you always do.  Every morning.  No matter what.  Even the morning last week when you were on the third day of your period and you had ice cream stains on your pajama shirt that you tried passing off as your work shirt.”

Your face began to pale.

“Reid…?” Rossi asks lightly.

“The reason why I didn’t say anything was-…was because I was scared, alright!?  Y/N…s-s-she’s perfect.  Strong, smart, funny.  Knows how to be around…people!”

His shrieking caused you to take a tentative step towards him.

“Spencer?” you ask lightly.

“And you’re intimidating, ok!?  You’re beautiful, and wonderful, and intimidating!  I-I-I knew you’d say no, so why even try!?  But no…everyone has to either shut me up or tease me about everything!”

His hands were shaking as you watched him lower them into his lap.

“But not Y/N,” he croaks out.  “She doesn’t shut me up or tease me about anything.”

You watched him closely as he drew a ragged breath through his chapped lips.

“Well, until now that is,” he murmurs lowly.

“Spencer, I’m sorry,” you say lowly

“Just go away,” he begs as his cheeks begin to flush red.

“But I’m not saying no,” you say.

And that caught his attention.

His tired eyes lifted to yours, studying intently for any sign of malice, ill-intent, or lying.

And he found nothing.

“You what?” he asks.

“How long have you been struggling to sleep?” you breathe.

And you watched Spencer heave a deep-boned sigh as Hotch slowly comes up beside you.

“Why don’t you help him home, Y/N?” he asks.

“Hotch, I’m-”

“Get him home,” he says sternly.

“Yes, sir,” you say as you rush over to his side and help him out of his chair.

And when you took his hand, the world slowly slid into place.

3

Requested, thank you

“Hey” you sang as you walked up to Reid. “Hi” he smiled happily. Reaching him you leaned in and kissed him gently and you could feel him smiling as he kissed, back cupping your cheek. “Spence!” a voice boomed. He pulled away and looked up seeing your mirror image looking at him. “What are you doing?” Reid frozen brows furrowed as he looked between you two. “Y/N?” he asked, a confused look on his face. “I can’t believe you would kiss my sister” you scoffed. “No I thought…” he trailed off wide eyed. You both began laughing as you placed your hand on his chest. “Spence, calm down we’re just playing” you laughed. “You kissed the right sister” you assured him, patting his chest. “That’s not funny” he said, breathing a sigh of relief. “It was a little funny” your sister said holding her fingers up, index and thumb close together.

3

It was Garcia, who had gotten Spencer to ask you out, finally. She knew he liked you a lot and vice versa, so she did her magic and now Spencer had a date with you. He was nervous, he wasn’t sure what he should do or say. First dates were usually awkward, but Spencer wanted this first date with you to be perfect. He raised his look just as you arrived, biting his lip nervously. You looked stunning and you had this cutest smile on your lips. Spencer felt his heart beating a little bit faster and butterflies in his stomach.
“Hey, Spence. Ready to go?”

Office Hours // Spencer Reid x Reader

“What are you working on lil mama?” Morgan asked as he sat at your desk. He sat with confidence and a subtle flex of his muscles-an obvious effort to impress you. You rolled your eyes at his usual pet names as you continued to type away.

“I’m working on case files. Just like you should be,” you replied with a knowing smirk. Morgan tended to put off doing work as long as he could and today was no different.

Spencer walked into the office just then, a pile of files in one hand and coffee in the other. Just like any another Tuesday.

“Hi Spence,” you greeted as Spencer took a seat across from you in his own desk.  He grinned and nodded in greeting as he set up his own work station, eyeing Morgan’s posture as he the man leaned towards you in an effort to regain your attention.

“Oh come on princess. You gotta give me something,” Morgan pleaded with a charming smile. You shook your head at his insistence. You both knew that you would never date him, but that didn’t stop him from using pet names. Your friendship was odd to say the least.

“Go to work, Morgan,” you replied with a small laugh. He sighed but did as he was told as he trudged away to his own office. You laughed at his overexaggerated defeated posture before going back to work.

“Y/N, want to catch lunch?” Spencer asked as he looked at the time. Hours had passed by and both of you had been completely consumed by your work. You nodded, your stomach already growling in agreement with the idea. You stood and gathered your purse, ready to head out for some food with your best friend.

“Wait!” Morgan called from across the room as he saw the two of you stand. You sighed as he strode up to you. “Where are you going? And why wasn’t I invited baby?”

“Okay stop,” Reid interrupted in frustration. “Stop with the princess and the lil mama and the baby,” he said aggressively as he placed a hand on Morgan’s chest, forcing him to take a step back from you. You both were taken aback by his sudden tone and the physical gesture.

“Reid, you know I’m kidding-”

“No. You’re not. You look at her like I-,” he stopped himself with a sigh. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Morgan tried to talk again.

“Look, kid-”

“Just go Morgan. Let me deal with this,” you said softly as you observed Spencer’s upset state. Morgan frowned but nodded before leaving the two of you alone.

“Spencer, tell me what’s going on,” you said softly as you placed a comforting hand on his arm. He sighed deeply.

“I just. I don’t like it when he does that.”

“He does the same to Penelope,” you pointed out.

“Yeah but she’s not you,” he replied in frustration. You smiled as you realized what his outburst had been about.

“You’re jealous,” you said in realization. His eyes widened at your accusation.

“What? No. No,” he shook his head frantically. “That would mean that I have a crush on you or that I like you and-”

“And you don’t?” You asked with a raise of your eyebrow. You grinned as Spencer tried to keep himself together.

“Well, I mean I don-”

“That’s a shame. I had a crush on you but I guess I should direct my affections elsewhere,” you interrupted as you turned on your heel and headed towards the door. Spencer stood rooted to where he was as he attempted to process what you had said.

“I guess I should find someone else to have lunch with,” you called out with a dramatic sigh.

“No! Wait!” He yelled as he hurried to follow you. You smiled as he caught you at the elevator, stopping you as he placed an hand on your shoulder.

“Do you mean that?” He asked nervously, “that you have a crush on me?”

“Yes,” you replied honestly. “I thought it was pretty obvious.”

“What? How?” He asked dumbfounded as he followed you into the empty elevator.

“Well, who do I bring coffee for every week?” You asked.

“Me.”

“And who do I take all my lunches with?”

“Me.”

“And who do I spend my days off with?”

“Me,” Spencer said softly. He grinned as he realized that your affections had been staring him in the face the entire time and he had just failed to see it. “You like me.”

You laughed at his wolfish grin and nodded.

“You know, for a genius it sure did take you a while.”

"I can't--I can't sleep."

Spencer Reid x Reader

Draining the hot water from your bathtub, you step out onto the bathroom floor, wrapping yourself in your yellow bath towel. Humming to yourself as you brush your hair, you examine your reflection in the mirror. The love bite that Spencer had left on your collarbone last week just starting to fade away. Grabbing your black lace panties from from the floor, you slip into them, a baggy purple T-shirt from Spencer following suit. You’re halfway through brushing your hair when you hear the house phone ring. Jogging down the stairs to the kitchen, careful not to slip on your still wet feet, you reach the phone on the last ring.
“Hello?” You inquire, playing with the mint green phone wire.
“Y/N–” Spencer breathes back, and he’s barely inaudible between his tears.
“Spence, what’s wrong? Shh–Sweetie, are you okay? Why are you crying?”
Your mind is flooding with a million things that could have gone wrong.
“I just–please, could you please–come over? I can’t–l can’t sleep. I need you here. Please Y/N?” He pleads, sobbing into his end of the phone.
“You’re having nightmares again aren’t you?”
Your question is answered by a shaky hitch in his breathing and a small,
“Yes–”
“I’ll be right over, Spencer. And hey?” You inquire, clutching the phone closer to your ear.
“Yeah?” He asks, shakily.
“I love you.”
A soft giggle escapes your throat, when you hear him sniffle happily,
“I love you too.”
Hanging the phone back on your receiver, you run to your bedroom and throw on your black leggings. You don’t even bother to throw on a bra, you and Spencer have been together for a year and a half now, it’s nothing he hasn’t already seen. The two of you have discussed moving in together for a while now, but just haven’t gotten around to doing so.
Grabbing your keys from the kitchen counter, you lock the door to your apartment and head to your car.

The drive to Reid residence isn’t a long one, he only lives about twenty five minutes away, or according to Spencer,
“Twenty seven minutes and thirty-nine seconds, in suitable weather conditions and when driving the precise speed limit.”
You giggle thinking about that big brain of his, some other people might find the amount of knowledge he contains annoying, but you think it’s precious.
Pulling into his driveway, you shut off your car and walk up the path to his doorstep. Raising your hand and knocking on the door, you hear him running inside. Nearly knocking you on the ground when he blows through the door, Spencer throws his arms around you, picking you up and squeezing you.
“Spence!” You squeal, kissing his forehead repeatedly.
“I missed you.” He murmurs into you neck, sniffling softly, “I’m sorry for calling so late.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about.” You whisper, squeezing him tighter.
Setting you down, he leads you into the house, closing the door behind him. The entire house is dark except for the dim lit kitchenette.
You just stare at him for about thirty seconds, taking in his disheveled appearance. Messy hair, bloodshot eyes, tear crusted cheeks, standing there in his white T-shirt and black boxers with a sorry smile.
You huff lightly, feeling sorry for the poor genius, and wrap your arms around his middle. Feeling his hand in your hair, you smile happily, humming into his chest.
“Are you tired too?” He inquires, with a chuckle as you yawn sleepily against him.
“Mhm.” You respond with a nod, giggling as he picks you up, kissing your lips lightly. Carrying you down the hall to his bedroom, you sigh against his lips, which never once break away from yours. Spencer pushes the door open with his foot, stepping past the threshold, and setting you down on the bed.
Slipping off his shirt, he climbs up onto the mattress pulling you up to him.
You make yourself at home under the sheets, snuggling into his chest, squeezing his hands lightly.
As time passes, you notice that Spencer’s breathing hasn’t changed at all, you can’t fall asleep before him, you want him to be peaceful.
Shifting your weight back a little to get a good view of his face, you see his eyes flash open, his pupils dilating.
“Are you scared to fall asleep?” You inquire, putting a loving hand on his cheek.
Spencer nods a bit,
“I’m scared of falling asleep, having a nightmare, waking you up, and looking like–”
“Don’t be afraid of looking like anything in front of me. Spence–what was your nightmare about anyway?” A soft hand trails up his back and his face contorts in pleasure.
“It’s because of work. It’s always because of work, and I’m not complaining. it just–starts to take a tole on you, you know? Seeing death all the time? You start to worry about the ones you love and–” His voice breaks, “That’s why I needed you hear. I need you safe, I need you with me. I love you. I love you so much. I can’t lose you.”
Tears start to sting his cheeks again as he sits up pulling you into his chest,
“I can not lose you.” He sobs.
You pull yourself onto his lap, your mind filling with realization, gently cooing in his ear,
“Shh–Shh. Spencie, Shh. It’s okay. I’m right here, honey. You won’t lose me, you can’t, I’m right here.”
Brushing each tear away with your thumb, you kiss his nose,
“Feel any better? At least talking about it takes the stress off of your mind.”
He’s nods,
“A little bit–Can you do me a–sort of a favor?” He asks, and you can feel his cheeks burn a little.
“Anything.” You whisper, and he takes his hand in yours leading it to his scalp, your fingers tangling in his shoulder length hair.
“Just–play with it? I love when you do that–it helps me fall asleep.”
You giggle, scratching his scalp a bit and kissing him softly,
“Of course–I love you.”
“I love you more.” He murmurs, lying back against the pillows. And for the next twenty two minutes, you play with his hair, whispering back and forth to eachother until his breathing slows and his eyes fall shut for the night, a satisfied smile somewhere amongst his lips and his hand on your lower back.
“Goodnight, sweet dreams, my little genius. I love you.” You coo, lying against his chest and listening to his heartbeat before drifting off to sleep.

Distractions

Prompt; its late at the BAU and you and Spencer are stuck finishing paperwork but he finishes before you which leads to him distracting you - overall fluff :))
Warnings; nada

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It was late, too late. Midnight to be exact.

Spencer sat across from you, scribbling away on several papers with his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“Hey Spence?” You lightly question.

“Hm?” He answers, not looking up from his papers.

“Are you almost done?” You frown as you look down at your own work. You were a little more than halfway through and you just wanted to get all these documents off your already crowded desk.

“Actually,” he trails off, still scribbling away. “I just finished.”

He drops his pen onto his desk and leans back onto his reclining office chair while stretching out his arms and yawning.

“Wish I could say the same,” you complain as you turned your attention back to your work. You would have loved to admire him and talk to him more but there’s always plenty of time for that at home.

You could hear the rustling of papers being stacked and shoved into folders which then go into his leather satchel. You envied him at the moment, wanting to pack up everything at your desk and go home.

“Don’t wait up for me at home,” you yawn as you sign off a paper.

“What makes you think I’m going home and leaving you here all alone and stressed,” he glides across the desks on his rolling chair before stopping at your side and giving you a cheeky smile.

“What makes you think I’m stressed?” You laugh curiously.

“Well, telling by your body language it’s actually quite easy to det-” you clamp your hand over his mouth to keep him from going into a series of facts and statistics.

“You know I love you and your rambles, Spence, but I have to finish this,” you point at your work and he nods. “Like now. I want to go home.”

“Here,” he reaches for a small stack of papers and placing them in front of him. “Let me help you.”

You smiled gratefully at him as the both of you sat hunched over your desk and finishing whatever needed to be completed. About halfway through working, Spencer had decided to take a break and just sit there. You thought his dead silence was weird so you peered up at him only to find him staring at you, his chin in the palm of his hand.

Not in a weird, creepy stalker way. But in the way that caused butterflies to flutter in your stomach. You turned away before he could see the blush creeping onto your cheeks and continued to write away, but Spencer had other ideas. He gently took the pen from your hand and pulled your chair closer to his. You felt one of his long fingers tilt your head in his direction.

“Can I confess something to you, Y/N?” He cautiously asks. Your eyebrows knit together as you turn your body towards him and envelop his hands in your own.

“Anything,” you smile.

“I might not always have the best luck, and I’m sure everyone knows that,” he stops before sucking in a breath. “But when you came along, you made me feel like the luckiest guy in this infinite universe.”

“You are so corny,” you laugh as you playfully punch his arm. His smile deepens as he takes in your contagious laugh.

“I’m being completely honest,” he brings one of your hands up to his lips and kisses it. “I love you, more than anything. We got lucky that our relationship can be overlooked. We are lucky that the people we work with everyday is like a family, and I am lucky that I was able to find someone who I have only dreamt of.”

“I love you too, Spence,” you say in awe. His little speech there really got you thinking. He was right. You two are very fortunate. That day when you first walked into the BAU, exactly a year ago, you had instantly hit it off with the tall boy genius. You smiled at the memory of Spencer nervously asking you out to dinner which you happily agreed to. After getting to know each other for about five months, you both realized the pair of you were almost inseparable. You snuck around for two months before Morgan caught you two sneaking a kiss at the kitchenette while getting coffee. Morgan had continuously teased you and Spencer before everyone caught on and seemed to be in favor of your relationship. They had brushed off the rule you were so worried would ruin your career and let the two of you live in piece.

You managed to get lost in your thoughts as you gazed into his warm hazel eyes that seem to hold the galaxy behind them.

You quickly lean forward and smooth back the hair on his forehead before gently placing a kiss.

“Now, I have to get back to work,” you giggle as you lean back into your chair. As you pick up your pen once again, you feel his hand grab a loose piece of hair from your messy up-do and tuck it behind your ear. “You just love distracting me, don’t you?”

You messily signed the last line on the document and slammed your pen onto the desk in relief.

“Lucky for you, I just finished,” you stand up from your desk and stack all the papers together before looking down at your boyfriend reading something he found on your desk. “I’m just going to drop these off on Hotch’s desk and then we can go home.”

He looked up at you and nodded with a tired smile. You roll your eyes as you walk away, it’s his own fault he’s tired, he’s the one that kept you from finishing your paperwork.

When you exited out the office, Spencer stood a few feet away with his satchel on his shoulder and your bag and coat in his hand.

“I packed all your stuff for you,” he held up the bag for you to take as you approached him. “I figured you’d be too tired and when you’re tired, you’re usually forgetful.”

“What would I do without you?” You sigh contently before you wrap an arm around his waist and pulling him closer to you. He smiles and snakes one of his long arms around your shoulders and gives them a reassuring squeeze.

As the two of you walked out of the building in each other’s grip, you lovingly looked up at Spencer who’s saying a friendly goodbye to the security guard opening the door for you guys. You flashed the guard a pearly white smile before completely exiting out the building and out into the cold autumn night. You noticed Spencer’s eyes on you so you peer up at him through your lashes and giggle.

“What?” You question and he just shakes his head.

“How did I get so lucky?”

It’s Cold (Spencer Reid)

Warnings: none 

*Lazy day in with Spence* 

His POV:
   It was a chilly October day. The blackened clouds covered the blue sky. The roaring thunder and the bright white lightning had filled the darkness. It was a perfect day. The perfect day to spend inside with my beloved Y/N. Although she was still fast asleep I admired her striking features. Her ample lips. Her beautiful long lashes. Her cute little button nose, and her sweet innocent face as she slept. She was clasped to the duvet, i could feel the coldness radiate off of her. I moved closer to her body taking her frame into my long arms. Her unconscious body relaxed into mine. I stroked her back and kissed her forehead waiting for her to wake up. I closed my eyes and smiled when I heard a groan. “It’s cold in here Spence.” she told me in a groggy voice still not opening her eyes. I laughed a bit at her and combed her hair with my fingers rubbing down her sides. “You’re freezing love.” I told her, “Ya think.” she mumbled and embraced me. “I need to get a shower babe.” I whispered to her. She whimpered a bit. “No! You’re warm baby, stay.” She told me. I kissed her ear and whispered. “I have to babe, why don’t you stay in bed until I get out then we can go make breakfast yeah?” I asked her. She nodded her head and then rolled up in the blanket. I went to the bathroom and turned on the shower to let it heat up. I headed back out of the bathroom to the closet to pick out a clean shirt and some sweatpants since it was just going to be a do nothing day inside. I came out of the closet to see Y/N cuddled into the duvet like a cocoon. “Babe, are you that cold?” I laughed. She groaned and nodded her head. “Yes!” she shouted at me. I smiled and went back to the shower. I slipped my shirt and pants off I got into the shower and sighed as I felt the steamy water on my back. I started to wash my hair when I jumped as I felt someone else’s little hands in my hair. “Hey! what are you doing in here?” I asked her with a laugh. She smiled and hugged my front. “I’m warming up.” I rolled my eyes and kissed her lips. I then poured some shampoo in my hands and slowly massaged it though her beautiful hair. She just stood there with her head against my chest and hugging me. I loved when she did this. She was so spontaneous sometimes, I loved that about her. We both cleaned our bodies and soon got out. I wrapped a towel around her body and wrapped a towel around my waist. I smiled at her and kissed at her neck. “I.” I kissed her cheek “Love.” I kissed her nose “You.” I then kissed her lips. She giggled and left the bathroom getting some clean clothes. I came back out into the room and heard her feet padding down the stairs. “You didn’t wait on me?” “Nope!” she yelled back and laughed. “I’m hurt!” I yelled back laughing. I quietly made my way down to the kitchen. I peered my head around the corner. Her back was turned towards me. I took in her appearance. She had one of my sweaters on and she looked wonderful. It hugged her curves and beautiful features. she then had on some of my Halloween socks. She looked so cute. i quietly creeped up behind her and picked her up from her waist. She screamed and elbowed me in the nose. I put her down and groaned “Ow Y/N, you just killed my nose.” I pouted. She turned around her eyes wide and saddened. “I’m so sorry Spence I didn’t mean to I thought you were a robber or someone.” she said and frowned. I uncovered my nose and she widened her eyes “Oh my gosh Spence! You’re bleeding babe!” I looked down at my hands and walked to the sink to put my head over it. “I’m so so sorry Spence I didn’t mean to make you bleed.” She said handing me a paper towel. I slightly laughed, “It’s okay love, I guess I’ll rest easy now when I’m away since I know you can defend yourself.” I told her smiling and holding the paper towel up to my nose. She pouted a bit and she turned my head to face her. She grabbed a dish towel and ran it under cool water. “Spence lean down.” she whined “I can’t reach you.” she frowned. I smiled and leaned down as she aided my bloody nose. “I’m sorry.” she told me and pulled the towel away from my nose. “Good, it stopped.” she said again. I smiled and then kissed her. “And by the way”, I said putting my lips on her neck “You look really sexy in my clothes.” 

Dance Lessons // Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: Reader gives Spencer Reid some well needed dance lessons.

Requested by: anonymous


“I change my mind." 

You shook your head at the fact Spencer was already trying to quit before he even started.

"Spencer. Come on." 

He groaned internally as you opened up the dance studio. He nervously glanced around expecting to see someone else inside although you had promised it would only be the two of you. The studio was spacious with its varnished floors and wall of mirrors. He gulped as you walked over to the stereo system. 

"I don’t really need to learn how to dance. It’s not a necessity." 

He was looking for a way out at this point, losing all the bravery he had when he accepted your proposal of a dance lesson just the day before. The idea seemed much more intimidating now as he looked at his reflection. His lean figure looked back at him with obvious fear in his eyes. 

"Spence, it’s really not that bad,” you assured with a small laugh. “You liked the history part of it.”

“Yes because that involved books. I’m good with books. My feet… not so much,” he laughed nervously. 

“So you’re telling me that your feet are good enough to chase after bad guys but not good enough to learn how to dance?” You questioned as you placed your hands on your hips. Spencer frowned at your comparison. 

“They’re two different things.”

You sighed as you saw Spencer’s reluctance as his mind was screaming for him to run out the door before it was too late. After extensive teasing from Derek about not being able to dance he had asked you for some lessons. Or rather he has complained about not being good on his feet and you had offered to help.

You were the best dancer he knew. He accompanied you to your competitions whenever he could and cheered you on from the sidelines. He now realized that he was going to make an absolute fool of himself in front of you which wouldn’t help him win your heart whatsoever. Not that you even knew he was trying to do so. Spencer had kept his crush to himself and figured he’d say something when the time was right. 

Falling on his face in front of you as he tried to dance would definitely not be the right time.

“How about we learn something simple? The waltz?” You suggested, breaking him out of his thoughts. Spencer pursed his lips as he thought the idea over. A slow dance shouldn’t be too bad. 

“Okay.”

You smiled and set up some music before turning back to Spencer. He looked at you anxiously as you reached up and placed your hand on his shoulder. “Hand on my waist,” you instructed with an encouraging smile. He nodded and hesitantly placed his hands on you. You took his other hand in yours and he held his breath at the sudden intimacy. He prayed that his palms wouldn’t get too sweaty just from the excitement of holding your hand.

“Alright. It’s a basic 3 beat count. Think of it like a box when you move, okay?” You explained. He nodded silently as he tried to map everything out in his head and allowed you to lead.

Spencer stumbled a bit at first before ultimately memorizing the pattern. He grinned as his movements slowly became more fluid, adding turns every here and there. You laughed as he spun you around. 

“See? You just needed some encouragement. You’re not bad at all,” you said with a smile. 

Spencer smiled brightly as he spun you into his arms. He hesitantly tightened his grip around you when you collided into his chest, unsure of what to do next. You stared at him, your face inches away from his own. He looked between your lips and your eyes as if silently asking permission. You gave a subtle nod which caused Spencer’s face to break into a grin before he leaned down and delicately placed his lips on yours.

“Thanks for the lesson,” he said softly as he pulled away. His face remained in close proximity to yours as the two of you stared at each other with a longing in your eyes.

“I think I know how you can repay me for it,” you said with a soft smile as you pulled his lips back to yours.

anonymous asked:

and jon runs his hands down spence's chest and mutters about how pretty spence looks (can i just sign off with my name, my name is peyton btw) -nsfwspencer

of course baby! your name is adorable btw oh my gosh

spence blushes and giggles, pulling jon up in a long kiss and he’s dragging his fingers along jon’s back, digging his nails in his shoulders a bit with a gasp, when jon sucks a hickey on his neck and then licks over the bruise

2

“(Y/n)?” Spencer asks disbelievingly. “It’s you?”

You stay silent as he looks at you in shock, his brown doe eyes slowly breaking your demeanor. “Spence…”

Suddenly, his face goes hard. “No. Don’t call me that anymore.”

Sighing, you begin to tear up a little. This isn’t the Spencer Reid you once knew, but then again, you’ve changed too. “Spencer…”

His face hardens as tears well up in his eyes. He shoves the (f/c) mask back into your hands. “Go. Lay low for as long as you can so I don’t have another reason to come after you.”

Shocked, you you head slowly for the door. You turn around and look at him one more time. “Thank you.”

“Go!” He screams. You jump from the outburst before putting on your mask and fleeing the building in tears.

3

requested

“I will see you later, Jason” - you said looking at Spencer, who was sitting at a sofa.

“Okay” - he said goodbye to you.

You walked to Spencer and sat next to her, who was trying to hide his curosity in one of her books.

“Hi Spenc, what’s going on?”

“Nothing interesting, but for you is it, not? - she asked without looking to you.

“What are you talking about?” - you asked confused.

“Well, you were so close to Jason, weren’t you?” - finally she raised her sight from her book and looked at you.

“What?” - you laughed - “we’re friends, Spenc; just friends.”

“It didn’t seem like that…” - she said a little angry.

“But it’s like that…what’s wrong? is it bad that I were his friend?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“Why?”

“Because it is, I can’t lose you (Y/N)!”

“What…”

“I-I’m - she stuttered - I don’t trust him, (Y/N) and I’m worried that you get hurt!”

“Oh, Spenc, you don’t have to worried about that; I am safe, and I will.”

You smiled and you just hugged her; you knew Spencer was worried about you getting hurt, but it sounded more like a excuse.

Headcanon that every time Eggsy has to go on a honeypot mission, he writes an excruciatingly detailed mission report that basically devolves into a smutty novella, just because it makes Merlin so uncomfortable and irritated when he has to read them.

2

Imagine having a fight with Spencer in front of the whole team because you did hurt his feelings in some way and he is so upset about it he leaves the fbi office. You know Morgan is about to say something that should cheer you up but you raise your hand before he could.
“Don’t. Just don’t say anything.”
You rush out of the room and call his number.
‘Please.. Please pick up. Please..!’
The hall is empty so you walk down to the garage and there you see him standing beside his car.

“Spence…”, you whisper as you get close to him. He looks up, wipes away a tear that steals out of his eye and sighs.
“Spence I’m sorry.. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” You walk next to him leaning against the wall.
“I know how fucking rude I can be.. I was angry because of the case and actually there’s no excuse for what I said and I’m a terrible person and I feel so bad, I don’t wanna see you crying cause of me, I wanna see you smiling cause of me. Gosh spence I’m so sorry I promise I wi-”
You are about to walk away cause you can see a reaction on his face as he suddenly grabs your hand and pushes you back to the wall kissing you passionately. You don’t know what to do and actually you don’t even want it to stop cause it feels so fantastic. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back.
“Don’t (Y/N).. Stop talking about yourself like that. You’re wonderful.. You’re a nice and caring person. So please..”
He puts a finger under your chin and kisses your forehead, then looks into your eyes.
“I’m sorry spence..”, you whisper and he finally smiles again.

Dr. Jealous

“You look amazing.” Spencer whispered in my ear, walking behind me and wrapping his arms around me as I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, his face now next to mine. I smiled slightly at his compliment and turned my face to kiss his nose.
“Thank you Spence.” I said turning around in his arms and resting my hands on his shirt, playing with the fabric.
“Where is it you are going? And without me?” He asked making me smile at his cute curiosity.
“I’m going out with Dylan. I know you don’t like going to clubs so I asked him.” I said pulling away from our embrace so I could walk into our bedroom and grab my shoes.
“Oh. Okay.” He said leaning against the door frame that adjoined our bathroom and bedroom together. He seemed rather disappointed but he never wanted to go out with me. Yes, we go on dates and go places together but he never wants to out to clubs or bars unless it’s with the whole team, which I don’t mind but lately, he has been touchy about it.
“Spence do you want to come? Dylan wouldn’t mind staying home. You could come with instead.” I said walking towards him, heels now on my feet and my outfit almost complete.
“No, no. I’m just going to read a good book. You two have fun.” He said with a fake smile, making my eyes soften and my head tilting to the side.
“I know you Spencer Reid. Something is wrong.” I said grabbing one of his kick around flannels from the closet, making his face brighten slightly but soon, go dark when he remembered that I was leaving.
“I’m fine. Go have fun.” He said cupping my face, kissing my forehead and then walking towards the bed. I knew he wasn’t fine and I knew tonight wasn’t going to be fun while Spencer was at home upset.
**
Walking back into our apartment at half past twelve, I hears Spencer talking on the phone in the other room.
“I don’t know Morgan! All I know is that IM too much of a dork to take my own girlfriend out to a club. What if he is into her?! I haven’t even met the kid yet!” He shouted making me smile slighting and shutting the door behind me, loud enough so I knew that Spencer would hear it.
“I have to go. I just heard the front door.” I heard Spencer say before his footsteps began to get louder as I took off my heels.
“Hey stranger.” I said walking over to him and hugging onto his chest. He hugged me back, knowing that I always got cuddling after been put for a while without him.
“How was your night?” He asked causing me to shrug and break our embrace and walk towards the bedroom to get changed.
“It was alright. I spend most of it sitting down and texting Garcia. A lot of guys were hitting on Dylan tonight, so he was having a pretty great time. It was an okay night.” I said dropping the subject of Dylan being gay and when I looked at Spencer as I took my ratings out of my ears, a smile spread across his face.
“You heard me talking to Morgan huh?” He asked and I shrugged once more, playing it off as nothing even though, I thought it was cute how he was acting about the whole thing.
“I heard a little bit of it.” I said slipping off my dress and quickly getting changed into one of Spencer’s shirts and a pair of my pajama shorts.
“I admit it, I was jealous. It’s just-he gets to see my gorgeous girlfriend all dressed up and hot! I was also nervous about the whole thing, before I knew he was gay of course.” He said making me chuckle as he sat next to me on the bed.
“If you wanted to see me all dressed up and hot, all you had to do was ask Spence.” I said wiggling my eyebrows and making him chuckle.
“I love you.” He said with such emotion in his tone.
“I love me too.” I said making him tackle me slightly and send me into a fit of giggles. I looked into his brown eyes and pecked his nose.
“I love you too, Dr. Jealous.”

anonymous asked:

And jon just really wants to kiss spence but he doesn't think he should because he has no idea if spence likes him (and okay!!) -nsfwspencer

n maybe spence turns his head to look at jon and their noses bump, and they’re so close to each other. and like spence’s eyes drop to jons lips quickly and then back to his eyes n they’re both blushing