this is for you spencer

30 Things I’m Convinced That Spencer Reid Does

Originally posted by toyboxboy

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: A comprehensive list of what life entails when being apart of Spencer Reid’s world. 

A/N:  This is something a little bit different from the usual fics that I post, but I had so much fun writing it! I’m also thinking of maybe doing another one of these later on, like maybe another addition to this list or one for Emily?? If that’s something you’d like to see, let me know!


1. He keeps a bottle of the exact same conditioner that you use in his Go-bag.

2. Every single Valentines Day he writes the sweetest little poem inside of the card that he gives you.

3. He takes great pride in the fact that Henry and Michael both say that he makes the best pancakes in the world — and he should considering that pancakes are the only thing he can properly cook.

4. Rather than holding hands while you’re walking, his favorite thing to do is link his pinky finger together with yours.

5. On the rare mornings that you both have off work, he’ll pull you by the hand into a half asleep slow dance in the middle of your kitchen while waiting for the coffee pot to finish brewing.

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Sodium - Spencer Reid

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I sighed, shutting the fifth book I’ve read and putting it on the table. I ran my hands through my hair and rested my elbow on the table. I took a little keychain that my professor had given me just a few years ago of David Tennant. I brought the thing with me everywhere. So much so, that people would have thought it was a lucky charm; I probably would have too, if those things existed.

I believed that my home was a TARDIS––or, at least my own version of it. I had shelves filled with books, stories full of heroes, sadness, and euphoria. So many lives on a wall. Books were always bigger on the inside. It was almost they were corridors and hallways on their own.

JJ put a cup of coffee on my table. I smiled at her and nodded as thanks. She offered me a tight-lipped smile and put a hand on my shoulder. 

“You okay?” The blonde asked me before sitting on Spencer’s seat. I nodded and sighed.

“Yeah,” I answered, truthfully. “Just a bit tired.”

“Yeah, well, you never stop reading, maybe that’s why,” she chuckled. She picked up the book from my desk. “This is, what, your fourth today?” She looked at the back at the synopsis.

“Fifth,” I corrected sheepishly. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, and I suppressed a chuckle as I took a sip of my coffee.

“It’s been, like, two and a half hours,” she told me, “I think you might become faster than Spencer one day.” I laughed and shook my head.

“Spencer could read a novel in two minutes if he wanted to,” I chuckled, what I said not at all untrue. “I’ll never read that fast. Even if I could, I’m afraid I won’t be able to see it in front of me.”

“See what?” She asked curiously, putting the book back on my desk and resting her elbow on Spencer’s desk and her chin on her hand. I sighed, not quite knowing how to phrase what I wanted to say in a way that wouldn’t make me sound insane.

“The story,” I answered cautiously. “It’s the best feeling when you get lost in a book and you could just… see it in front of you like a movie or like it’s actually there,” I sighed, smiling a bit at the memories of me reading an getting completely lost in a book. It used to be the best feeling in the world, but it doesn’t feel like it anymore. I’ve experienced better. I experience it every day… Usually. “I don’t know, though. I’m afraid that if I read it too fast, I won’t be able to get lost in it or I’ll miss it.”

JJ opened her mouth to talk more, but the office door opened and a frazzled, tired, and unruly Spencer came in.

And there was that feeling again. The butterflies and joy and… just a tiny bit of heartache. JJ giggled, causing me to look away from Spencer and at her. “What?” I asked her, a smile growing on my face. She only rolled her eyes and got up from his seat and pat me on the back as she passed me. “What?” I asked again, turning in my chair. She didn’t look back, though.

“Legend?” Spencer asked, causing me to turn again to see he’s lifted up my book and turned it around to read the back. I could feel my cheeks turn a slight pink as he squinted his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows. I bit the inside of my cheek, and I couldn’t help but think about how adorable he looked.

“Yeah,” I said, breaking out of my lovesick thoughts. “I had it for two years, but I could never read it. It was given to me by a friend, and we had a falling out just a few months after, and since then I never opened it. I felt like the story wasn’t over as long as I didn’t read it.” I looked away, a bit wide-eyed that I said that. I could feel his eyes on me, so I turned away and opened a drawer, taking out a book like I was Mary Poppins removing an umbrella from her bag. I made sure to keep a stash of books everywhere.

“Why read it now?” Spencer asked, sitting in his seat. I took out my book of Grimm’s Fairytales. I shrugged. I looked up and saw Spencer opening the cover.

“Figured it was about time, you know?” I shrugged. “There’s a point where…” I sighed, not knowing exactly what I was saying, “Where hoping for someone to change what they thought of you just gets sad.”

Spencer hummed and chuckled. “So you’re reading Grimm’s Fairytales to make you feel better?” I laughed and shrugged.

“Eh, makes me feel like life isn’t so bad. At least I’m not cutting my toes off to fit my foot into a shoe or getting my eyes pecked out by birds,” I remarked. I began to open the book and when I looked up a moment later, I saw Spencer already done with a third of my book. I took a sip of my coffee before beginning to read the fairytales, which totalled up to a whopping 830 pages.

It’d take me an hour, maybe an hour and a half. Two hours if I was particularly slow.

“What happened?” Spencer asked me, putting the book back on my desk. I chuckled, both at the fact he already finished it and the question I took the book and put it in my bottom drawer.

“What didn’t happen?” I asked in return. “A stalker that tried to do everything I did, two friends-turned-bully, somehow becoming an honorary peer counsellor. She picked sides, a side that kept her safe and good in the eyes of the public, which was reasonable, even favourable. I would rather me hurt and her safe than her hurt but with me,” I shrugged honestly. “Nobody involved in that mess will ever know my story, but I don’t really want them to––they don’t really need to.”

“Sounds… interesting,” he commented. I giggled and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, it was,” I agreed. I took the bookmark in my book and my eyebrows shot up in surprise. “I haven’t seen this thing in years,” I told him, taking the bookmark in my hand, “I was wondering where it went,” I chuckled.

I was a fast reader, sure, and I liked to think I was a bit smart. Unlike Spencer, however, who was a boy genius, I had pretty much the opposite of an eidetic memory. My memory sucked. I could remember almost everything from books and strange facts, but anything that concerned my real life was just shoved out of my head. Unless it was a case or something about any of my colleagues.

“Y/N?” Spencer asked, prompting me to look away from the bookmark and at him.

“Yeah, Spence?” I answered, a bit like it was a habit.

Spencer’s green eyes only lingered on me for a moment before he sighed and shook his head. He shrugged and said, “Never mind.”

I thought about pressing further, but I didn’t. I only shrugged and started reading.


“Come with me,” he invited me at the end of the day. I rose my eyebrow at him as he put on his coat. “Come on, it doesn’t take a profiler to know you probably stayed here all night. Come with us, it’ll be fun.”

“You want me to go to a bar with you?” I rose my eyebrow. 

“I mean, yeah. Look, I don’t like bars either, but it might be fun,” he told me. He held a hand out for me and I chuckled. I took my bag and took his hand, standing up. He smiled at me and I smiled back.

“I’ll give it a limit of three awkward social interactions then I’ll go home,” I told him. He laughed and nodded.

“Sounds fair.”


I sat with the girls, who all had drinks in their hands as they laughed and talked. I was pretty zoned out and lost in my thoughts until Emily nudged me.

“Hey, so when are you going to ask him out?” She asked me. I furrowed my eyebrows at her. “You know, Spencer. You guys are perfect for each other.” I scoffed and blushed.

Shaking my head, I answered, “No, he doesn’t like me.”

My phrase was apparently the wrong thing to say considering Garcia, JJ, and Prentiss all gasped. I gulped.

“Doesn’t like you?” Garcia exclaimed, though, her tone was actually hushed. “He’s, like, head over heels for you!” I shook my head.

“Y/N, he’s literally been eyeing you the whole night,” JJ told me, “Look at him,” she added, glancing in what was presumably Spencer’s direction. I looked over shoulder and did, in fact, see Spencer looking at me for a second before he looked away, licking his lips and laughing at something Derek said.

“Guys, I don’t know,” I said before I looked back at the girls. “He could have been zoning out and didn’t realise he was staring.”

“Yeah, no doubt,” Garcia agreed. I shrugged almost like in a ‘see?’ motion. “Except he was staring at you and thinking about you.” To which, my expression quickly turned to one of betrayal.

“Oh, come on, he doesn’t––”

“He read that book you were reading,” Emily told me.

“He’s Spencer,” I chuckled, “He probably just wanted to read something, like how people like to chew gum or smoke or something.”

“He noticed you were reading the fairy tales,” JJ pointed out.

“He’s Spencer,” I repeated. “He notices everything.”

“But he did it while he was reading! That means he was multitasking––” Garcia began.

“Switch-tasking,” I corrected. “There’s no such thing as multitasking––” Emily groaned.

“Oh my god, just ask him out,” Garcia pleaded. “I will buy you five books. Five really big, interesting books.” I rose my eyebrow, intrigued. “Of your choosing.”

“If he says no, I’m expecting ice cream too,” I told her.

“Sold!” Garcia agreed instantly. “Just do it! Nike! Whatever!”

“Interesting actually. Nike is actually a greek god for victory, which, I suppose makes sense in this situation, but what would be better is if you join Nike and Aphro––” I began, but quickly stopped myself when I just saw an empty gaze in Penelope’s eyes. “Okay, okay, I’m going,” I put my hands up in surrender, standing up. I turned around and saw him talking to someone and quickly turned back around and sat back down.

“What are you doing?” Penelope asked.

“He’s talking to someone––”

“You’re stalling,” JJ informed me in a sing-song voice.

“N-no, I’m not,” I lied, “I-it would be rude if I just––”

“Just go!” Emily prompted, making me stand up again.

“Okay! Okay, fine!” I turned around. I took a deep breath and walked toward Spencer.

When he saw me, he smiled, which prompted me to smile back at him. I finally got to him and sighed. “Okay,” I began, “Before I say what I’m about to say, I’m pretty sure it’ll crash and burn like two stars making a type Ia supernova, so do me a favour and really try and forget it after.”

“What are you––” He began, but I interrupted him.

“If I had to measure the mass of your smile it would be (11(1.67262x10^-24 grams)+11.80197(1.67493x10^-24 grams)+11(9.10938x10^-28))(6.022x10^23)* because it would have eleven protons and about a mass of 22.98977 g/mol, making you Sodium fine,” I blurted out slowly enough for him to understand it, but quickly enough for me not to process it so I wouldn’t back out.

The corners of Spencer’s lips twitched upward and I sat on the stool next to him before laughing and facepalming. “That was so bad,” I chuckled. I heard Spencer chuckle in front of me and I looked up. 

“I’ve heard worse,” he nodded. 

“That’s a lie,” I accused, laughing. 

“Well, I’m giving it points for being unique,” he told me. “W-what was that about?” I sighed.

“The girls think I should ask you out,” I admitted. “And that was the most indirect way I could think of doing it.”

“Asking me out?” He asked, now squinting at me. I bit my lower lip and nodded. “W-well, do you think that’s something you should do?”

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “That’s too big of a question. There are too many variables and––”

“Is it something you want to do?” He rephrased his question.

“I… I… I mean, it still depends,” I told him.

“On?”

“On if you say yes,” I admitted. Spencer looked away. “And you totally don’t have to. I mean, if it’s a no, that’s why I began with the sodium thing because if you say no, it’s a joke, you know, instead of––”

“I’d love to,” he muttered, but I didn’t quite hear him, so I kept rambling.

“Instead of making it really awkward because the last thing I want to do is make it really awkward and make you stop talking to me because I just straight-forward asked you out and––”

“Y/N,” Spencer began again, taking my hand in his and shutting me up completely, which is a feat in itself. Spencer’s green orbs searched mine as he said, “I’d love to.”

“Y-you would?” I asked, wide-eyed and surprised. He nodded and offered me a smile.

“Yeah. We can talk about how long it took for you to make that sodium pick-up line,” he joked. I laughed and nodded.

“Surprisingly not as long as you’d think,” I grinned. “By the way, what are your top 5 books? Out of curiosity.”

“Nothing you haven’t read, I bet. I could show you some, if you like,” he offered. I grinned and nodded.

“I’d really like that.”


* - Hey, it’s Nina here and it took me five minutes to make that bloody pick-up line. It’s 11 multiplied by the approximate mass of one proton (so that you get the mass of 11 protons, which is the atomic number of Sodium) added to 11.80197 (ave. number of neutrons of a single sodium atom at its neutral state) multiplied by the approximate mass of a neutron, added to 11 multiplied by the approximate mass of an electron multiplied by Avogadro’s number to give me the mass of a mole of Sodium (which is approx. 22.98977g/mol). Thus, Spencer’s smile would be have the weight of a mol of Sodium and its atomic number. ARE YOU PROUD?

(Request by anon: could you do a reid smut where they’re at a party and the reader is down about something and her friend jokes that she deserves a guy who’ll put her needs;) first and so reid gets all dominant and stuff?)

(This isn’t my first smut - I write smut over on Wattpad - however, it is my first Spencer smut so please go easy on me, aha xD)

Warnings ~ smut


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“(Y/N), hun, are you ready?” You heard Garcia knock on your bedroom door.

Rossi was throwing another one of his parties which just so happened to coincide with your breakup. JJ and Garcia had flocked over to your house so you could all get ready together. You knew what they were all doing and you found it sweet that the team were trying to cheer you up.

You sighed. “Yep. Coming.” You grabbed your purse and followed Garcia outside where JJ’s car was waiting.


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You had eventually sneaked over to a secluded part of Rossi’s garden to be alone. You sat on a chair, drink in hand and deep in thought.

“Are you okay?”

The voice came from behind you and you jumped before realising it was your friend, Spencer.

“I’m still kind of reeling from the whole breakup. Part of me is upset, part of me is glad. Should I be glad?” You looked over at Spencer who sat on the chair opposite you.

He nodded. “You should. The guy was an asshole, (Y/N). He didn’t deserve you.”

You smiled at your friend. “You’re too sweet to me, Spence.”

Your phone beeped in your purse and you quickly pulled it out. Your best friend (Y/F/N) had been texting you all night making sure you were okay. This text was different though.

“Oh, my God. She’s lost it.” You let out a laugh as you read the text.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing. (Y/F/N) just says ‘You deserve a guy who would willingly wrap your legs around his neck’. She’s nuts.” You snorted, taking another sip of your drink. You glanced at Spencer who was licking his lips, his gaze at the floor.

“Come on.” He finally said after a few moments of silence, grabbing your hand and pulling you back into the house.

While everyone was busy chatting and drinking, Spencer continued to pull you upstairs into one of Rossi’s bathrooms. Unsure of what was happening, you opened your mouth to speak before you were pushed against the bathroom door.

Spencer’s lips descended on yours, his hand reaching over to lock the door as his other one gripped your waist. His tongue traced the bottom of your lip as his hand fondled your ass. Your slight whimper at his touch granted him access, his tongue skillfully roaming your mouth as your hands reached up to tug at his hair.

Spencer’s hands trailed down from your waist to the backs of your thighs and you jumped, legs wrapping around his waist. He turned and placed you on the tank of the toilet, his cold fingers making you shiver as he inched your panties down from under your skirt. Throwing them to the side, Spencer sat himself on the lid of the toilet seat.

Parting your legs and positioning them over his shoulders, his tongue delicately licked your clit. You hissed at the contact, your hand instinctively reaching for his hair. Spencer smirked against your sex before beginning to suck at your clit.

Your head rolled back, eyes closing. “Spence, stop teasing - Oh!”

You let out a moan as his tongue dipped inside your folds. His tongue continued to be relentless by thrusting in and out of you, rapidly wiggling up and down your sex, focusing on your clit for a long while. He didn’t bother to use his fingers - he wanted to make you come with just his tongue.

Spencer groaned as you started thrusting to meet his tongue, your moans spurring him on. He responded by capturing your clit between his lips and sucking hard, his tongue drawing small patterns against it.

“Spence, I’m going to- oh, God.” You clamped a hand over your mouth, afraid the team would hear your moans and think something was wrong. Your hand gripped his hair tighter as you felt your climax descending over you.

Spencer’s hands gripped your thighs tighter to prevent you from falling as you rode out your orgasm. As you sat there panting trying to catch your breath, his fingers traced small circles on your thighs.

Very gently, he placed a kiss on each thigh before standing up and cupping your face. You tasted your own arousal on his lips as he kissed you sweetly, his demeanour changing from dominant back to his usual timid, sweet self.

You pulled away, still trying to catch your breath. “Where did that come from?” You smiled at your friend.

He gave you his usual lopsided grin. “You deserve someone who would willingly wrap your legs around his head.” he recited. “And I’m more than willing to do that.”

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