you better love him up spence

Jello is the Best Medicine (Spencer Reid Fluff)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1092

Prompt: Spoon feeding sick Spencer jello and him smiling because it’s his favorite. Inspired by this post by the wonderful @spencerwho!

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: This is my first fanfic ever so sorry if it isn’t the best, I tried! Also, I am totally open to constructive criticism since I’ve never done this before! I think I’m gonna give this whole writing thing a go, so my requests are open! I’ll try writing for any member of the Criminal Minds cast!! Enjoy :-)

If there’s one thing that Spencer Reid truly despises, aside from the heinous unsubs they track case after case of course, it is being sick. With a mind that runs a million miles a minute, being under the weather in bed is easily one of his least favorite things.

You had been looking forward to this weekend since it was going to be your first weekend in quite a while without a case. You and Spencer had been planning on having a date night this weekend. You guys had been a couple for over two years now, and living together for just under one. Working together definitely had it’s perks, seeing as you get to spend a great deal of time together even on cases, but the demanding careers you two had wreaked havoc on most planned date nights.

However, when you and Spencer got home after work, you instantly had a feeling this weekend was not going to be the enjoyable one you had planned. And it didn’t look like work was going to be the problem.

Spencer had been complaining of a stomach ache and most of the day and it looked like your worries were confirmed when Spencer bolted to the bathroom and you heard the violent retches of him emptying the contents of his stomach.

As you entered the bathroom, your heart broke at the sight. You walked towards a still heaving Spence and started rubbing his back and pushing the hair off of his sweaty forehead. You reached for an empty glass on the bathroom counter and filled it about halfway with water from the sink.

“Here Spence, take a drink,” you said soothingly, holding the cup to Spencer’s lips so he could take a couple slow sips.

“I hate being sick, y/n,” Spencer whined as he leaned back against the bathtub behind him and closed his eyes.

“I know, love,” you said gently. “Let’s get you changed and in bed.”

You and Spencer wandered down the hall and into the master bedroom. While Spencer sulked tiredly towards the bed, you stopped at the dresser to grab him so pajamas.

“Arms up,” you ordered, stripping Spencer of his undershirt and putting a fresh cotton t-shirt over his head.

You unclasped Spencer’s belt and pushed his pants down his long legs, then proceeded to help him into some warm, blue pajama bottoms knowing that he’s always cold when he’s sick.

Spencer climbed into bed and under the covers while you went to the kitchen to fetch a bottle of water and some medicine to help with his upset stomach.

Spence was laying back against his pillows with his eyes closed when you reentered the room.

“Hey, Spence,” you whispered. “open up for just a second.”

As he opened his eyes, you handed him the pills and bottle of water. He swallowed down the medicine with a small amount of water then instantly laid back down.

You set the bottle of water down on the nightstand next to the bed then gave him a quick kiss on the forehead.

“Get some sleep, sweetheart,” you said quietly, then left the room to head back into the kitchen.

It was getting late, so you were hoping Spencer would just sleep through the night, however you knew that wasn’t very likely.

Instead of going straight to bed with Spence, you searched through the cupboards looking for one of his favorite treats, especially when he is sick. You found it quickly and began mixing it together in a bowl. Once you were done, you put the goodie in the fridge to set for the night.

Just as you finished, you heard Spencer getting sick in the bathroom again and began hurrying in that direction. You groaned as you realized just how long of a night this was going to be.


When you woke the next morning, you groaned at the invading sunlight. Unsurprisingly, you and Spencer did not get much sleep during the night due to his illness. However, you were hopeful that the worst of it was over since he had not been ill in a few hours. You heard Spencer grumble next to you, signaling that he was awake.

“How are you feeling, Spence,” you questioned, looking at him sleepily.

He put his arm around your waist and snuggled into your pillow next to you as he began to mumble.

“I’m feeling a little better,” he said. “Thanks for staying up with me last night, you didn’t have to do that”.

“Of course, love,” you smiled, running your fingers through his sleep tousled hair.

“I’m going to go grab something from the kitchen, Spence,” you said. “I’ll be right back.”

“I’m not really up for eating anything, y/n” Spencer spoke out to you as he heard you shuffling in the kitchen.

“Oh, please,” you began, as you walked back towards the bedroom. “You, Spencer Reid, are always up for jello.”

“You made me jello,” Spencer exclaimed as his eyes lit up. “You know I can never turn that down.”

You climbed up next to Spencer on the bed with the bowl of jello and a spoon.

You turned your body so you were sitting opposite of Spencer, sprawling your legs over him so you could easily feed him the sugary food.

“Open wide,” you said with a grin as you spooned the first bite of jello in his mouth.

Spencer grinned as you went to scoop up another spoonful of jello, “Hey, did you know that gelatin contains essential amino acids that optimize the function of the immune system and that’s why hospitals will feed it to you when you are sick,” he continued, “it is also high in calories and easy to digest which makes it ideal for someone who is ill”.

“Can’t say I’m surprised you know so much about jello,” you teased with a playful eye roll.

“Oh, you have no idea how much more I could tell you,” Spencer smiled as he swallowed another bite of the delicious treat, “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“Oh, so you only love me when I make you jello,” you joked.

“I love you too, you dork,” you grinned widely as you gave the curly haired boy a chaste kiss on the cheek.

You and Spencer spent the next bit of your day sharing jello, laughs, and a kiss here or there. You decided pretty quickly that this was better than any date night and that jello was, without a doubt, the best medicine.

the barrel of a gun (remind me which side you should be on)

What do you do when the person you’d take a bullet for is behind the trigger? Spencer knows that no amount of hoping could undo everything, but he can’t help but wish for things to have gone differently.

wc: 1175 // gif not mine and try as i might i can’t find who made it rip

The gun feels like dead weight in Spencer’s hands and he’s breathing heavily, trying in vain to quiet down the huffs escaping his lips. His legs feel like lead and, in the back of his mind, he briefly wishes he was as physically fit as the rest of the team because he doubted he could go on any longer. All he wants to do is drop to the ground and go home and forget that he’s on a case, but he knows he can’t.

He wishes he stayed back for this case.

He wishes he alerted the team sooner and he didn’t go running off on his own.

But he didn’t and now, running through the abandoned warehouse, he’s fueled by only adrenaline and a responsibility to do the right thing and he’s not going to give up now. He has to do this. You would have wanted him to do this.

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Sexy

For an Anon who requested 19 & 43 Reid “It looks good on you.” “Is that my shirt?”

Triggers: Body image

“Curse his thin frame, these shirts wouldn’t fit a toddler.” You muttered pulling off the largest button up Spencer owned and hanging it back up. There was no way it was ever buttoning over your chest. You were starting to get frustrated. Spencer was going to be home from work soon and it was your anniversary. One year together, and well… You were trying to surprise him with something a little sexy.

Dinner was in the oven, you’d bought wine, there were candles. All the romantic parts were handled. You’d had a plan initially, but so far it was not going very well for you. You’d watched some cheesy movie at girls night last week where a woman had waited in bed for her boyfriend wearing his button up and she looked so effortlessly sexy. You felt like a stuffed sausage.

You opened the drawers of your dresser and shifted through the mix of your’s and Spencer’s t-shirts. You found an old beat up Caltech shirt and pulled it on, frowning. At least his t-shirts fit. Spence was a thin man, that was obvious. Thinner than most, and usually it didn’t bother you, being bigger than he was, because most people were.

Yet sometimes you couldn’t shake the feeling that if you were smaller it would be better. The rational half of you brain knew you were being silly and Spencer loved you and you loved him and that’s what mattered. But it seemed the irrational half of your brain was in charge tonight. You had your arms wrapped around your middle as you stood in your bedroom, hugging Spencer’s shirt to you when you were startled from your thoughts by a hand on your back.

“Is that my shirt?” Spencer asked, chuckling, giving you a kiss on your cheek. You struggled to smile turning in his arms and hugging yourself close to him now instead of the shirt.

“Hey, love. Happy Anniversary.” You greeted, hiding you face in his chest.

“Happy Anniversary!” He grinned, pulling back to look at you, his face falling slightly when he saw your watery eyes. “(Y/N) what’s wrong?” He asked, looking worried.

“Spence..” You shook your head, not wanting to talk about it, and his eyes widened looking panicked.

“You’re not breaking up with me, are you?” He asked, and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh mixed sob.

“Spencer, no! Never.. I just..” You shook you head again, “I’m sorry.”

“For what? The kitchen is beautiful, candles, dinner, everything is lovely. I should be sorry for working so late.”

“I wanted to.. I was trying to be sexy for you.” You admitted, looking away and blushing. You felt ridiculous. “I saw this movie.. I wanted to try and wear on of your shirts… wait in bed for you… but none of them really fit me.” Spencer’s face softened and he pulled you in closer to him.

“You’re always sexy to me, (Y/N). Sexy, and beautiful, and funny, and smart as hell. You’re wonderful, and I love you, okay?” You hid your face, blush deepening.  “And I don’t care if my button ups don’t fit you, because you look so beautiful right now. This shirt, It looks good on you. Anything would look good on you, sweetheart.” 

“I love you.” You murmured pulling back to kiss him.

“I love you too, let’s eat dinner. Okay?” You chuckled and nodded your head grinning up at him. Spencer’s grin turned into a smirk, “Feel free to keep the shirt on for dinner, love.” He purred softly, pinching your sides and you giggled pulling away.

“Anything for you.”

Stumped

A/N: An anon request where the reader is in awe of Spencer and his big brain, and they just talk about random things and the reader listens to Spence spout all kinds of facts. Honestly, I would consider this some crack fic XD It’s about absolutely nothing and was a lot of fun to write. @coveofmemories

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“Did you know that the U.S. isn’t actually the lead producer of tomatoes? It’s actually China. The U.S. and India are second and third respectively. In addition to that, there are over 7,500 varieties of tomatoes grown around the world,” Spencer said with a wide smile.

This was pretty much your daily routine with Spencer. Sit down during lunch and listen to him ramble off any random fact he could think of. Except it wasn’t actually random. At the moment, you happened to be eating a turkey sandwich on wheat bread with lettuce, tomato, onions and some basil mayonnaise. You’d been oohing and ahhing over its deliciousness for the past 10 minutes. “How do you know all of this random information?” you asked for the first time today. You couldn’t count the amount of times you’d actually asked him that question. It’s just that he knew everything - like actually everything.

Spencer shrugged, his shoulder-length hair framing his face as he laughed. “I don’t know. I just learned things along the way. Helps when you have an eidetic memory.”

“But like…the biggest producers of tomatoes?” you laughed. “How do you just come across that?” You should ask him for a fact about each of the pieces of your sandwich - because he’d probably know one. 

As Garcia passed by the desk and commented on the delicious-looking nature of your sandwich, you listened as Spencer did in fact, ramble about the various ingredients you were ingesting. “You wanna bite, babe?” you asked her. “It’s amazing. The basil mayonnaise makes it.”

“Oh my god,” she groaned, practically having a foodgasm on your desk. “This is amazing.” She swallowed the enormous bite she took and turned toward Spencer. “What were you loves talking about? I don’t want to go back to my office just yet.”

“Actually,” Spencer started, “I was just telling Y/N about the role of onions in English folklore.”

“Onions in English f…” Garcia trailed off. “What?”

See, it was this kind of thing that had you fascinated by him. It was amazing to you that someone could hold so much random knowledge in their head and yet also have the intelligence to do the job that they did. He was an enigma; and one of your best friends. “So Spence, what is the role of onions in English folklore.”

“In old English folklore, the thickness of an onion skin can help predict the severity of the winter. Thin skin predicts a mild winter, while a thick skin indicates a rough winter is coming,” he said proudly, flashing an even brighter smile when Garcia’s mouth hung open in confusion. 

You started snorting as you finished the rest of your sandwich. “What’s so funny?” they both asked.

“You just made a Game of Thrones reference. Did you realize that?” you said, watching as it dawned on him. You watched the show together for 10 lovely weeks a year. “Okay, Boy Genius, knower of all things. Tell me, a Game of Thrones fangirl, something I don’t know about Game of Thrones.”

Spencer hesitated, rubbing his chin as he tried to think of something about the show that you might now know. “Did you know that there is a real life equivalent to Valyrian steel?”

“Yes, actually I did,” you laughed, leaning back in your chair and challenging him to come up with something better. “It’s called Damascus steel, which was developed in India and the Middle East.”

Garcia look your way in awe. “You’re a geek too?”

“We’re all geeks, love. You, me, Spence, Prentiss, even Morgan. Go ahead, Spence. Try again,” you challenged.

He sat back, staring between you and Garcia and trying his best to think of something that might stump you, which is why you couldn’t believe what he came up with. One of your Ph.D.’s was in medicine. “Greyscale is a lot like a real life disease.”

“Amateur move, Pretty Boy. I have a Ph.D. in medicine. It’s based off leprosy,” you said. “Three strikes and you’re out.”

Leaning back in his chair, Spencer took his time answering you for a third time. “Okay, one more. Did you know that the actor who played Viserys and actress who played Talisa Stark are both relatives of an extremely famous actor and an equally famous author?”

That had you intrigued. You knew a whole lot about the cast. “Really? Who? And goo job figuring out something I don’t know about the show.”

“The guy who played Viserys is the great-great grandson of Charles Dickens and Oona Chaplin, who played Talisa, is the descendant of Charlie Chaplin. I got you. Ha!” he exclaimed, pumping his fists up in the air. “Tomorrow at lunch, it is your job to stump me.”

The Next Chapter

Part Three in the “Monsters” Universe, requested by numerous people. <3

I’d been feeling bad for nearly three weeks now; nausea would come and go, but the busy schedule that came with my life had gotten in the way, and I didn’t really think about it too much. I was exhausted, too, but with a four year old, and a…Spencer, that wasn’t anything new. Of course I was tired.

Spencer had been living with Aidan and I since before he got shot, but now that we were officially engaged, we both felt that it was time to get a house that was ours. Something that we could spend our lives in, to raise Aidan and maybe even a couple of other little ones at some point.

The house we’d chosen was relatively new, two stories, with a sweeping staircase, four bedrooms, and lots of windows. We both loved it, and Aidan seemed to as well.

But now, Spencer was home from his latest trip, and we’d finished moving into the house we’d just bought together. The downside of my schedule settling down a bit was that Spencer suddenly had much more opportunity to notice that I was sick.

I tried to be discreet, but when you live with a profiler, that’s not really an option. I looked up from where I was kneeling in front of the toilet to find Spencer watching me, looking concerned.

“Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded and stood up. He moved aside so that I could lean over the sink to wash out my mouth.

“(Y/N),” he said, stopping me from leaving the bathroom. I could tell by his tone of voice that I was not going anywhere without some answers.

“Have you gotten sick before now?” he asked.

“Of course I have, Spencer,” I said. “Everyone gets sick.”

I could tell by the look on his face that I wasn’t about to get by with that.

“Okay,” I relented. “Yes, I’ve been nauseous off and on for about three weeks,” I told him.

“Have you been tired?” he asked.

“I run around after a four-year-old every day,” I said. “Yeah, I’ve been tired.”

“I mean, more than usual,” he clarified.

“Yeah, I have,” I admitted.

I saw his eyes flicker toward the small calendar that I keep on the back of the bathroom door.

“I know it’s been hectic lately,” he began, “but when’s the last time you had your period?”

I froze.

It hadn’t occurred to me, not even once, but now that Spencer pointed it out to me, it seemed like such an obvious answer.

“I-it’s been almost two months,” I answered. “I didn’t even notice.”

“I thought that might be the case,” he said. “Do you think you could be?”

“Well, it’s definitely a possibility,” I replied.

“Do you want me to go and get a test?” he asked, and I found myself nodding my head. He left, and returned from the store a few minutes later, armed with various kinds of at-home pregnancy tests.

“I only really needed one, Spence,” I said.

“I know, but I didn’t know which one to get,” he replied. “Besides, statistically, the more tests you take, the better chance you have of getting an accurate result.” I smiled slightly.

“Alright,” I agreed. “I’m going to go take some of these, and then we’ll look at the results together.”

When I emerged from the bathroom, I found him pacing the kitchen floor. He looked up at me, his eyes wild.

“(Y/N), what if you are pregnant?” he asked. “What if you are, and we’re having a baby? I mean, I know we already have Aidan, but I wasn’t his dad when he was a baby. I do have two godsons, but that’s different because they’re JJ’s kids. I don’t take care of them everyday. It’s not my job to raise them to be good and kind, and the earliest stages of life have proven to have a profound impact on a person’s life, so I don’t want to mess that up. I mean, what if our baby grows up to be a serial killer? Or schizophrenic?” It appeared that the thought had just occurred to him, because I watched what little color he had left drain from his face.

“Oh, god, (Y/N), I could’ve passed on a genetic predisposition that causes our baby to be schizophrenic! I don’t want that for our child, that disease is unbelievably difficult to live with. Not to mention the countless other genetic predispositions either one of us could pass on without knowing it. What if-”

I held up my hands, finally unable to handle it any longer. I moved toward him.

“Spencer, Spencer, honey, stop,” I said, reaching out to pull him into a hug. I held him there for a few seconds until he fell silent and I felt him relax against me.

“Spence,” I began, “we don’t even know whether or not I’m pregnant yet,” I reminded him. “Let’s hold off on the freaking out, okay?” I pulled back and offered him a small smile, reaching up to gently card my fingers through his hair.

“Besides,” I continued, “you are going to be an amazing father. You already are,” I said. “Aidan loves you, and some days, I don’t know how I ever did it without you. And I know that having a baby is different, but I am one hundred percent certain that you will be absolutely incredible with our baby. So just calm down, alright?”

Spencer took a deep breath and I smiled slightly at him.

“You okay?” I asked, and he nodded.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“Let’s go see those tests, then,” I said. He held my hand tightly as we headed for the bathroom. My heart was hammering inside my chest.

The question Spencer posed held real significance. Even though I had calmed him down, it was on my mind.

What if I was pregnant?

I wanted to have a baby with Spencer, that much I knew. And really, when I thought about it, now was actually not a bad time to do it. We’d just moved to a home with plenty of space, after all. As we prepared to find out if we were going to have a baby, I suddenly realized that I was hoping for a positive.

“Ready?” Spencer asked. I nodded, and he opened the door. We moved to stand together, facing the vanity, where the four tests I’d taken were laying out, waiting. We both seemed to hold our breath as we looked down at them.

Positive, positive, positive, and positive.

All four tests unanimously displayed our fate.

“They’re positive,” Spencer breathed. I looked up at him.

“We’re having a baby,” I said. He didn’t react for a few seconds, but then I watched a smile split his face as he reached for me, pulling me close into him.

“We’re having a baby,” he repeated.

“Spence?” I asked, pulling back slightly. “Are you good? You’re okay with this?”

“I’m better than okay with it,” he replied. “I’m ecstatic, (Y/N). I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Spence,” I laughed as he tugged me back to his chest.

Pay Up

Thank you SO much to @camilltolstrup for MY FIRST-EVER REQUEST! I’m so excited to do it! Her request was:

“Hi! Can you maybe do one where reader and Reid are in a relationship and are teasing each other until the other one surrenders? Like innocent touches and stuff. And then the winner gets to choose something the loser is going to do? P.S. I LOVE YOUR WRITING! <33″

Soooooo, here goes nothing, @camilltolstrup, I hope it lives up to your expectations!

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“There is absolutely no way I’ll ever surrender, Y/N!” Spence said, crossing his hands over his chest.

You insisted that you could drive him crazy with the smallest of gestures. You didn’t need sex to drive him insane. He was going down.

You decided to raise the stakes. “I bet you that I can get you to wave the white flag in a week,” you said, mirroring his stance, with your hands across your chest.

The look of disbelief in his eyes made you all the more determined. “What do I get if I win?” he said, leaning back against the kitchen counter.

You rubbed your chin between your thumb and forefinger, deep in thought, “How about, if you win, I’ll get a shirt made that says ‘Star Trek is better than Star Wars’ and wear it for a week,” his eyes widened, “but if I win, I’ll have a shirt made for you that says ‘Star Wars is better than Star Trek’ and you have to wear it for a week?”

You knew you had him. You were both geeks; you both loved Star Wars and Star Trek, but he insisted Star Trek was better and you insisted Star Wars was better.

“Y/N,” he smirked, “you absolutely have yourself a deal. Prepare to lose.”

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The next day was Sunday, so you both had off from work. Thankfully, you hadn’t been called in for a case. You had decided the night before to have breakfast in bed the next day, so while Spence was sleeping in, you got up and went to make breakfast. Eggs, bacon and toast with coffee to drink. As you put the salt and pepper shakers on the tray, about to walk inside to wake your boyfriend, you had an idea. He loved sugar. He loved salt. But he hated mixing sweet and savory. That’s why he couldn’t stand chocolate-covered pretzels. He was a weird one; but that’s why you loved him. Before going inside, you poured the salt out of the salt shaker and replaced it with sugar, hoping he’d pour it on his eggs without noticing. You put salt in the sugar container for good measure. You also decided to change your clothes. Instead of the sweatpants and tank top you had fallen asleep in, you changed into the same boy shorts and flannel shirt, his shirt, that drove him nuts. Just a little icing on the cake.

Newly changed and ready to get him to bow to your almighty power, you headed inside to wake him up.

“Breakfast is ready, babe,” you whispered softly. “Time to wake up.” 

He tossed and turned, stretching out and pushing himself up on the bed. He leaned over to give you a kiss, “Thanks, Y/N, this looks delicious.” His eyes were barely open, as he hadn’t had his coffee yet, and he put “sugar” in his coffee and “salt” on his eggs without even looking. 

Yessssss. You thought to yourself, placing a fried egg and two slices of bacon on one of your toast pieces. The sandwich method was the best way to eat it. You slowly sipped your coffee as he lifted his own to his lips, taking a small sip. Nothing. He probably hasn’t tasted it yet. He breaks off a piece of egg and brings it to his mouth. After chewing twice, he practically gags, immediately swigging down half of his coffee, trying to wash out the taste.

“Oh, it’s on, Y/N!” he avowed, taking the napkin to his tongue, desperately wanting to be rid of the taste in his mouth. “That was low, messing with my breakfast.”

You snorted. “Bring it, baby!”

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Throughout the rest of the week, you both did your damnedest to drive the other crazy. He messed with your alarm for work, making you late. You hated being late. You volleyed back with messing with the folders on his desk and slightly changing the height of his chair. Just enough that it would mess with him, but not so much that he would notice immediately.

When he finally figured out that you’d screwed around with his chair, he just took his forefinger and middle finger, pointing them at his own eyes and then at you. Hotch just shook his head, smiling at your absurdity. The rest of the team seemed to have a pool going on about who would cave first.

Emily just looked at Reid, “Reid, you know you’re going down right? Pretty much everyone thinks you’ll be the one to cave.”

His mouth dropped open, feigning hurt, “I’m going to prove you all wrong. And whoever had money on me, be prepared to win big, because it’s happening. Why do all of you think Y/N will win, anyway?”

Derek turned around in his chair, “Easy, Pretty Boy, I think she’s gonna win, because at the end of the day, all she has to do is look at you in that sickly sweet way she does, and you turn into putty. It’s been that way since day one.”

JJ and Emily just laughed and nodded their heads. Hotch leaned out of his office and pointed at Reid, “You’re definitely going to lose.”

“That means that either Rossi or Garcia thinks I’ll win.” Spencer said, combing his hands through his hair. “Well, tomorrow we’ll know.

“Yea, that I’m gonna win,” you said pumping your hands in the air.

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After a long week at work, the team decided to go out for dinner on Saturday, the last night of your bet with Spence. You wore a pair of leather pants with a suede strip down the sides and a red off-the-shoulder top with your trademarked converse. Everyone sat down at the table and placed their orders when Spence rested his hand on your back. Oh, you knew where this was going, but anything you could do would be too dirty to do in front of the rest of the team.

Before the appetizers came, Spence followed the length of your spine up to your head and began massaging your scalp. Oh no. It was the little touches that drove you nuts. He knew that; and he was continuing on as if this wasn’t his master plan all along. Sexy bastard.

The entrees arrived and between bites of food and laughing with your family, Spencer’s hand glided down to the small of your back. He finished up his meal and began applying the slightest amount of pressure to the dimple at the base of your spine. Fuck. You were beginning to squirm. Through your peripherals you could see the slightest smirk beginning to form on his face.

It was that touch, that slight pressure that drove you wild. The chills started traveling up your spine and you couldn’t form words anymore. All you could focus on was the glorious sensation he was creating. The team’s voices melded together and the pressure intensified in the best way.

“I give!” you blurted out. “I give up, you win, but for the love of God stop what you’re doing, it’s driving me nuts.”

Spencer’s hands raised in victory. “As I said, I win.” He leaned back in his chair with a smug smile on his face. “So who had money on me?”

Garcia just smiled wide, “That’d be me! Pay up, everyone!”

As everyone reached into their wallets to settle the bet with Garcia, you just stared at her open-mouthed. “Garcia, you bet against me? How could you?” You weren’t actually hurt, just surprised. Garcia was probably your best friend, other than Spence of course.

“I remember you telling me about that thing he does to your back that drives you crazy and I figured he’d resort to that to get what he wanted,” she said laughing. 

“The glory of the win,” you said, as you looked toward your boyfriend. Even with his smug little smile and cocky posture, you couldn’t remain made at him. But wearing that shirt was going to suck.

Derek just stared at Spencer, confused, which only made Spencer smile wider. “That’s not fair! Babygirl had insider information!”

“You’re outta luck, Derek,” you said, burying your head in your hands. “And so am I, I can’t believe I have to wear a shirt proclaiming Star Trek is better than Star Wars.”

Spencer’s smile couldn’t possibly get any bigger.

Drabble Sundays Masterlist

1. “I love you. Please let me hold you.”

2. “I’m too proud to admit I like you but I’m too jealous to let you go on a date!”

3. Making out on the jet. 

4. “I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s like you’ve put a spell on me.” 

5. “You drive me crazy, of course I’ll go on a date with you”

6. “I was aiming for the unsub!“  

7. "What am I going to do with you?”

8. “Are you still watching Gotham?!” 

9. “Stop being so adorable and hot. I can’t concentrate on my work.”

10. “I don’t mind if you think I deserve someone better than you; you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted”

11. “I am never doing that again!”

12. “I thought I was over you but, here I am, running up the seventh floor, knocking the eleventh door.” 

13. “You’re an idiot, Spencer Reid, a complete fool.”

14. “Baby, all I ever wanted was you” 

15. “Are you looking at Luke Alves?.” 

16. “Sit on my face.”

17. “Is there a special reason as to why you’re wearing my shirt?” 

18. “I need to know you won’t run away.”

19. “Did you just call me… Daddy?”

20. “If we are going to do this for real… there’s a few things you need to know about me! So, against my best judgment and my mother’s advice, I cannot let you marry me blindfolded.”

21.  “Where are you? Please, come and find me.”

22.  “You said you love me until you don’t.”

23.  “I didn’t know I’d love you so much.”

24. Latina girlfriend.

25. “I like her too!”

26. “I love you I really, really do. But I don’t think this plan is plausible in the slightest.”

27. “I’m Batman.”

28. “I love you so much. Please don’t leave me.”

29.  “Mermaids are totally real.”

30. “Stop telling me you’re fine!”

31. Eavesdropping.

32.  “Come over here and make me.”

33. “Fuck the statistics.”

34. Hand Kisses.

35. “The way you flirt is shameful.”

36. “Believe me when I say that I haven’t felt this kind of love in years.”

37. “Ven aquí. Bésame.”

38. “But that’s not fair because Reid has superpowers. Mental powers.”

39. “Fox Mulder? I just ran into him.”

40. “I’m with him. For better or for worse." 

41. "You are not just a pretty boy to me Spence.”

42. “What the hell do you think you’re doing Spencer Nathaniel Reid?”

43. “He does this amazing thing with his tongue.” 

44. “You should have thought of that before you married me.”

45. “I wanted to kiss you but I thought I was going to throw up and I’d rather not vomit in your mouth.”

46. “I’m cold.”

47. “Goddamn it. Someone spiked the eggnog.“ 

48."If I hear All I Want For Christmas Is You again, I’m gonna shoot someone.”

49. “I said I’d marry you, and I’ll be damned if I let this ruin that promise!” 

50. “So … do you have a boyfriend yet?”

anonymous asked:

After making you ‘feel better’, Spencer crawled back up to where you lay in the bed, and sat next to you. “I love you, you know that right?” He whispers, pulling your back against his chest to give you comfort. “I love you too, Spence.” You say, feeling your heart swell with happiness. He really did love you, and he made you feel so safe (even with his job)... you really fell for him. “No, I mean, ‘I want to grow old with you’ love you.” (2)

2

Home To You

Got this anonymous request this morning for a SpencerxReader in which the reader gets assigned somewhere else for an extended period of time and a reunion scene in the BAU. It got jumped to the top of the list thanks to my muse and it’s tendency to take over. :)

“Spencer?”
I tried to keep my voice from shaking, but I had no luck. I’ve never been able to hide anything from Spencer Reid. He’s a genius, and he reads me well. Much better than anyone else ever has. That was one of the many reasons I love him so much. He looked up, concern on his face already, and I dreaded what I was about to do to him.
“(Y/N),” he said. “Are you okay?” Slowly, I shook my head.
“No, Spence. I’m not.”
“What’s wrong?” He asked. I sat down across from him and took his hand.
“I want you to know that I love you more than anything in the world,” I began. “Don’t ever doubt that, Spencer.”
“Okay…” he said slowly. “(Y/N), you’re scaring me. What’s going on?” I hated the fear in his voice, knowing I was breaking his heart and wishing that there was something I could do about it.
“I…I’m leaving, Spencer,” I choked out.
“Leaving?” He said, a note of panic joining the concern in his tone. I nodded.
“Yeah.”
“I don’t understand,” he said.
“I’ve been reassigned to an undercover operation,” I explained. “It’s not an option. I begged and begged, but…I’m so sorry, Spence.” Tears were welling in his eyes, which only made it harder for me to contain my own. He stood up and pulled me close, holding me to his chest in a fierce hug. He buried his nose in my hair and I could feel his body trembling.
“I’m sorry,” I sobbed.
“I know. It’s not your fault,” he whispered. “When do you leave?”
“Tomorrow morning.”


Nearly two years. Twenty three months and eleven days since I’d seen the love of my life. The mission was finally complete and I couldn’t have been more glad to be home. When they’d brought me back to DC, I’d immediately gotten a cab and given the driver the address for Quantico that I still knew by heart. All I could think about was Spencer, his name pounding with the fast beat of my heart as I headed up to the BAU. I’d spoken to Hotch, but he’d assured me he wouldn’t tell Reid. And now, I was minutes away from seeing him again.
Finally.
I spotted him down at his desk and my heart leapt against my ribs. He looked so good. Concentrated on whatever he was reading, his long finger skimming the page at rapid speed. He turned the page four times in the time it took me to walk from upstairs onto the bottom floor. I quietly approached his desk, my heart hammering and butterflies in my stomach.
“Spencer.”
His head snapped up at the sound of my voice and I watched a mix of emotions wash over his face all at once.
“(Y/N)!” The sound of his voice was like music, a first drink of water after a desert walk that was much, much too long. He was up in seconds, and I found my feet lifted off the ground as he hugged me. I held onto him tightly and I found myself unable to withhold my tears yet again, although this time, not from sadness. Just the opposite.
“Spencer,” I said into his neck.
“God, I missed you,” he said, and I could tell that he, too, was crying.
“I missed you, too.” He finally pulled back to look at me, taking my face in his hands as his hazel eyes met mine for the first time in almost two years.
“Are you okay?” He asked, and I nodded.
“I’m fine,” I assured him.
“And you’re home?” He asked, sounding almost afraid to hear the answer. “For good?”
“I’m home, Spence. I’m not going anywhere.” He broke down at that and I took him back into my arms, cradling him close.
“It’s okay,” I murmured. “I’m here, Spence. It’s okay now, love, I promise.”
“I love you so much,” he whispered.
“I love you, too. I love you more than anything. I missed you, Spence.”
“I’m so glad you’re home,” he said.
“Me too,” I said, threading my fingers through his hair as he held me close.
The others were waiting and watching, and I knew the time would come when I would pull away from my Spencer and greet all of them as well. But that time was not yet. For now, I was staying right where I belonged; wrapped up in his arms.

Is that what you want

here you go @kyara2015  #21 from writing prompts

spencer x Reader

“Leave y/n we can’t be together, and I don’t want you here” he said looking up at you his face and his voice devoid of any emotion. 

Hearing him say that made you falter, “you don’t mean that Spence” you said feeling something inside you break.

he continued in the same monotone voice “ I do mean it y/n, besides it’s better to end this now anyway, most relationships end after the first month anyway and seeing how different we are a I put our relationship in the fail column and…”

“spencer stop it” you said interrupting him” just stop, I love you I don’t care about the consequences, you said reaching out to touch him but he backed away, you sighed  “I’m not gonna stop caring about you no matter how hard you push me away.”

“I’m sorry to tell you this y/n but I don’t feel the same, I think that we need to break up” he said with a vacant look in his eyes

Your heart completely shatter from his words, but you kept it from your face, and even though he hurt you, you still weren’t willing to give up on him “Is that what you want, because if it is hold my face between your hands, look me in the eye and tell me that you don’t want me” you said sounding much braver than you felt.

He looked at you in shock for a long time, the room was completely silent you could hear a pin drop, and all the while your heart was pounding against your chest.

He burst into movement and approached you quickly taking your face in his hands and looking deep into your eyes, you waited for the inevitable goodbye while he just stared at you unmoving and completely silent.

“I can’t say it” he said relinquishing the hold he had on your face and stepping away from you. 

You sighed in relief and walked over to him, but he stepped back again “just because I can’t say it doesn’t meant that we can be together y/n” he said with sadness coloring his voice.

“Why, we want to be together and that’s all that matters” you said finally touching his face, his eyes softened,  he was about to caress your face when suddenly he stopped a determination shining in his eyes

“This case has taken someone from everyone’s lives I,can’t let them take you too, I love you too much to let that happen” he said pulling away from you. 

You were freaking out he just told you that he loved you, but then the rest of his sentence filtered in.

That made you lose it “Spencer Reid, I love you too and nothing you say or tell me is going to keep me away from you, you just told me you love me and that is enough, we can figure this out together, I work for the B.A.U also I’m not helpless I know what’s happening.

He sighed, I just want to protect you” he said.

I know love and that’s okay I want to protect you too, but separating isn’t the way to do it” you said walking over and kissing him.

Once you broke apart he took you in his arms and whispered in your ear “together”.

What Did I Get Myself Into? - 9

@coveofmemories @give-me-a-moose

                                              ———————–

“Hey, babe,” you said, leaving a message on his phone, “I just wanted to say I really miss you and I can’t wait for you to get back. Call me back when you get this. I love you. Bye.”

You hung up the phone, beyond frustrated that you had to leave another message. Spencer’s job was all-consuming - and you understood, you really did. You’d never want to take that joy away from him; he felt whole when he was helping other people. But he’d been called away on a case three weeks ago and it was beyond difficult, so the BAU had been stuck 1,800 miles away for nearly 21 days.

You missed him - so much. Before he left, you hadn’t realized how little time you’d spent in your own apartment in the past couple of months. Everything felt foreign to you now - and the space seemed somehow colder without him near you. The feel of waking up in his warm embrace had evaded you for three weeks. Sleep eluded you in way it hadn’t since you started dating. You missed his smile and the ways his eyes glinted when he did. And his stupidly handsome face. You knew the saying ‘Absence makes the heart grow fonder,’ but this was starting to move into painful territory. Waiting for him to get home was torture and he hadn’t even had time to send more than a few texts every couple of days. He was exhausted.

Jarred out of your thoughts by the buzzing in your pocket, you pulled out your iPhone, unlocking it when you saw Spencer’s name (he was in your phone as Kinky Prince Charming).

Hey, Y/N. I’m so sorry I haven’t been able to talk or text that much. This case is brutal, but I think we’re getting closer to the unsub. He’s starting to mess up. I’m starting to get cranky here without you - and my friends are starting to notice. Luke asked about you. Wondered if we were still dating. I told him that’s why I was so cranky, because I hadn’t seen you in three weeks. No one else knows about us yet, by the way. I’ll let you know when we’ve cracked the case and I’m coming home. Thank you for understanding my job. I love you more than anything. 

Your heart swelled at his words. That’s what couples were supposed to do - understand each other. Or at least attempt to understand each other. As the sun went down, causing whatever warmth the sun was bringing into your apartment to dissipate, you texted him back.

You don’t have to thank me, Spence. That’s what you do when you love someone. But I do have to admit that my apartment seems really uninviting. I haven’t really slept here in months. I can’t wait till you come home. I miss your laugh, your ridiculously cute smile, your mind and oh yea, your bod too. ;) In all seriousness, I love you. Stay safe and text me as soon as you know when you’re coming home.

About five minutes later, your phone buzzed again, with the heart emoji texted back to you. He’d only gotten used to using emojis in the past few months. It was actually really cute watching him explore the emoji lexicon.

Hopefully he wouldn’t be much longer. Distance was not fun.

                                             ———————–

Thankfully, it was only four days later that Spencer had texted you saying that he was on his way home. The case had finally been solved.

I’M COMING HOME! I’ll head straight to your place. Love you. <3

When he walked into your apartment (having traded keys shortly after meeting his mother), you screeched and hopped up from the couch, jumping up and wrapping your arms and legs around him. “I’ve missed you so much!” you cried, surprise tears falling onto your cheeks. You really hadn’t realized how much you missed him.

He let you down from his embrace and took your face in his hands, planting the sweetest, most romantic, yet still passionate kiss on your lips. “I got so pissed off toward the end of the case, I missed you so much,” he said, grabbing both of your hands and holding them in between you. “I was thinking about you every hour of every day. And on the way home, I realized something.”

You kissed his hands, reveling in the feel of his touch after so long without it. “What did you realize?”

“I realized that I hate when you aren’t around. I hated being away for so long. I even hate it when you have to go home to do laundry. I just don’t like it when you go, so, I know we haven’t been together terribly long, but it would make me insanely happy if you moved in with me,” he rambled, “I just figured if we ever moved in together it would be my place because it’s bigger, but if you are really attached to your apartment, I’d have no…” You wrapped your arms around his neck and squeezed tight, shutting him up with another kiss. “Is that a yes?” he asked. “You’ll move in with me?”

“Of course I will, Spence.” You jumped up again, happier than you’d been in weeks. “Do you want to go back to your place for tonight right now? Because I’m about ready to jump you.”

He turned around without a word, pulling you close behind him. It was time to reconnect after nearly a month apart.

                                            ———————–

As you both caught your breath, after nearly two hours spent reconnecting upon his return home, you felt his hardness against your back. You turned your head to look at him - but he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“I know we’ve been making love for the past two hours,” he said, nuzzling his head into your neck, “but I’ve got three and a half weeks of sex backed up in me. That’s why I’m still…”

“Raring to go?” you snorted, nudging your ass back up into him.

“Uh-huh,” he mumbled into your shoulder. “About two weeks in I was looking at pictures of us before I fell asleep,” he started. “I wanted to memorize everything about your face, so I wouldn’t have to have any pictures to recall how beautiful you are.”

He continued as you pulled his hand up to your mouth, kissing his slightly battered knuckles; he’d thrown a couple of punches when they caught the unsub. “Anyway, I was wondering if you’d just let me look at you - all of you,” he clarified after seeing your confused expression.

“You mean you just want to look at me naked?” you giggled. “You’ve been doing that for the past two hours.”

“No, not like that,” he said, placing strategic kisses on your lips, neck and shoulders, “That was distracted. I was doing other things. I want to enjoy all of you. Everything that you say you can’t stand about yourself. I wanna show you how much I love it.”

You rolled over, rolling on top of him as you spoke, “Spencer Reid, I love you so fucking much, and although I’ll probably be uncomfortable, because no matter how hard I try I can’t find my self-confidence when it comes to my looks, I’ll let you take it all in anyway. If that’s what you want.”

With that, he rolled you underneath him, pulling the covers away from your body. On first instinct, you went to cover yourself, but he clasped your wrists, setting them above your head near the headboard. “I’m going to kiss everything that I love,” he said, starting at the top of your frame. Eyes, nose, mouth, neck, shoulders, everything got a kiss, a soft touch - he had a special way of making you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. After grabbing your hands and kissing them as well, he put them back where they’d been and proceeded moving down to your nipples, which had puckered at his touch. “Obviously, these are fantastic,” he said, taking one in his mouth and the other in his fingers.

It was where he would naturally travel next that made you self-conscious. Your stomach had never been your best feature. You hated the rolls, scars and stretch marks that covered your body - you jokingly called yourself a patchwork quilt. After lavishing your breasts with attention, he floated downward to your stomach, placing kisses on each and every mark, roll and scar. “Every single one of these is beautiful,” he said without looking up. It was probably better that he didn’t, considering you were about to cry.

Over the next hour, Spencer kissed nearly every inch of your body, only stopping because it was nearly 4 in the morning and you were both tired. “Goodnight, Y/N,” he said, gathering you close to him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Spence. We’ll start moving my things in morning.”

Please.

Can you do a ReidxReader where Spencer is upset and refusing to let the reader see him because he’s bald from cancer treatment?

I have tried to be sensitive with this one as I didn’t want to upset or offend. Obviously TW please read with caution. I know it’s short but I hope you like it!xx- Ash

“Please Spence” you sat on the floor outside the bathroom resting your hand and forehead against the door “open the door” he had locked himself in the bathroom 5 hours ago and you had sat there waiting since then. He hadn’t spoken to you the whole time and you’d begun to fall asleep. You knew what he was thinking, what he was going through.

They had found the tumour while he was away on a case. It was in his brain, his big beautiful brain. When they called you to tell you it was unbelievable, you swore at Morgan down the phone vowing to never speak to him again, when Hotch tried to speak you broke down, knowing it wasn’t a prank. How could it happen to Spencer? He had gone through so much and his life was finally on track now this, now 4 weeks later and the chemo was taking its share.

“My hair.” His quiet voice echoed around the silent apartment “It started to fall out, so I went to Morgan’s and he shaved it for me. I look horrible, I look sick and I can’t hide it anymore.” The sadness in his voice was enough to shatter your heart “Y/N please just leave, I can’t let you see me like this.

“Spencer, it just means its working, means you’re going to get better and your big brain is going to be back to its beautiful self! No matter what happens I will always be here!” you prayed that he would listen. Wiping at the tears from your face you turned around and leaned your back against the door “I don’t need your hair I just need you, and if being bald means I will have you forever then it’s worth it. Please Spence, I love you so much and I need you to know that.” There was a long pause “please…” your head dropped into your knees and you waited for a response.

“You are the only thing I need to get better.” he opened the door slowly and you jumped up to him wrapping him in a warm embrace and running your hand over his head.

“Spence…” your tears intertwined as you kissed, knowing this was love.

Doubts

Requested by Anonymous:
Hey! Could you please write a criminal minds one shot where Reid and the reader are dating but Reid gets insecure about her feeling and asks he if she really loves him and why

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Spencer twiddled his thumbs, waiting anxiously for you to come home. He was sitting on the sofa, staring at the wall.

He jumped to his feet as soon as he heard the lock on the door click, followed shortly by it opening.

You walked through, smiling brightly, happy to be home to your beloved boyfriend.

“Hey Spence!” You exclaimed happily, skipping over to him. You pulled him into a hug, only to frown when he tensely hugged you back. You pulled away from him. “Is everything okay?”

He shuffled his feet and wrung his hands. He was avoiding eye contact by looking at the floor.

“Spence?” You spoke softly.

“I-I just….I’ve been wondering…..do you love me?” He finally asked. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Have you been having doubts?” You asked sadly. Your heart skipped a beat when he nodded. You stepped closer to him, cupping his cheek and forced him to look at you. “Spencer, you know I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

“Why? Why do you love me? There are heaps of better guys out—” you cut him off by pressing your lips firmly against his.

“I don’t want anyone else,” you said with a smile. “You make me happy. You make me laugh, smile. You help me when I’m sad.” You chuckled slightly. “You’re the only one who can handle my fangirling and nerdiness.”

Spencer chuckled softly.

“Oh Spence. I love you so much.”

He smiled, “I love you too.”

You shared a tender kiss. He looked at you and smiled. You’re heart froze when he said two words.

“Marry Me.”

You had been sick for over a week and you finally talked Spencer to leave you alone and go to work and spend time with people. Not really liking the idea he decided not to argue with you. 

“I put your favorite movie in the blue ray player. Here is the remote.” Reid said handing you the controller and feeling your head again.

“"I’m fine babe. Go to work.” You said trying to smile at him.

“"Call me if you need me. Love you.” He said leaning down to kiss the top of your head.”

“"I love you to, and I will promise.” You said trying to get comfortable for he would leave to go to work. 

You had finally fallen asleep when you heard your phone go off. Reaching over to grab it. You see it’s from Spence. You laughed when you opened up the text to see your husband and your best friend telling you they hope you feeling better soon.

Nightmares

Requested by: mystery-fan99

Request: Can you do a cute imagine where you are at BAU too and Spencer has a crush on you. But he’s having nightmares so you are staying over to comfort him, listen to him and make him feel better. And than you two end up kissing. Because you like him too.

Warning: Nightmares


I have been apart of the BAU team for a couple years now and I love it. Me and Dr. Spencer Reid have become best friends, he doesn’t know but you have the biggest crush on him. On the jet back from a case Spencer told you that he was having bad nightmares again so you told him that you would stay the night with him tonight and help him through the nightmares.

When you arrived back from the case you and Spence went straight to his apartment because you were exhausted. When you arrived you both changed into your pajamas and you were heading towards the couch to go to bed when Spencer grabbed your hand a stopped you. “What is it Spence” you asked with a cocked eyebrow up in confusion.

“I uh I was j-just wondering if you would um if um you would s-sleep in my room with me” he stuttered. You looked up to see him staring down at the floor blushing.

“Of course I will my little genesis” you smile at him and ruffled his hair. 

You both walked into his room and he got a blanket a pillow and went to the floor. “Spence what re you doing” you questioned.

“I’m going to bed” he said a little more of a question than a statement.

“Spencer get in your bed” You demanded him.

“No I don’t want you to sleep in the floor” he said.

“Spence its a king sized bed if your comfortable with it e can both sleep on the bed’ you said as you blushed slightly what you just said.

"I’m fine with that” he said blushing like crazy.

You both lied down to go to sleep. You’ll were very close you were basically spooning each other after about 10 minutes Spencer was asleep you didn’t want to sleep just incase he had a nightmare so you just layed there admiring the genesis beside you. “If only he knew you were in love with him” the voice in your head kept repeating only to be interrupted by Spencer tossing a turning in his sleep. He shot up and was panicking and crying for someone to make it stop.

“ssshhh Spence I’m here its ok it was just a dream, I’m right here” you kept repeating things in his ear as you held him.

After he stopped crying you took his face in your hands and brought his face up so he was looking at you. You look at each other for what felt like a life time when you both started leaning forward. your lips met his in a slow passionate kiss you kiss for a couple seconds then pulled away. when you pulled away Spencer looked in to your eyes and whispered “I love you Y/N”

“I love you to Spence”

You shared another passionate kiss and held each other both falling into a peaceful sleep nightmare free.

Jealous?

Title: Jealous?

Author: http://crowleys-squirrel.tumblr.com/

Rating: K+

Imagine: Anon requested on here: Can you do an imagine where the reader and Reid are dating and he gets jealous of one of the readers ex’s or even just a random guy? 

Notes: Thought I would write it,seemed like fun so I hope it lived up to what you wanted anon :)

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Birds of a Feather

Title: Birds of a Feather
Author:  padfootfreak14
Rating:  Teen
Imagine: Being a genius on the team just like Reid request
Notes:  Sorry for the lack of case detail, I wasn’t expecting such a huge response for what I should work on and rather than wait until an idea came to me (I have one for a much longer in progress geniuses fic though) I decided to stick more with fluffy Reid.

Word Count: 1986

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