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Do Not Enter
Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
You and the team had just landed back at Quantico after a rather long case and the first thing you wanted to do was head to your desk and pack everything up so you could get home to your thirsty plants.
As you rifled through your drawers, looking for the charger you'd left there before the case had started, your hand came across a small wrapped gift in the very back of the drawer. You pulled it out and into the light, revealing a square shaped present, wrapped in "Crime Scene Do Not Cross" tape? You scanned the room, it was only you and Spencer, every one else had cleared out.
"Oh my god." You heard Spencer whisper, studying you with the present.
"What?" You wanted to drop it. You were not wanting to open a clue to a case or something. Even heroes needed rest.
Spencer twiddled with his thumbs nervously at your response, almost like he'd been caught. "Nothing...that's just old."
You carried it over to him, sturdying yourself on top of his desk as he gazed up at you from his spinny chair. "What is it?" You shook it a little before handing it to him.
Spencer cleared his throat a little, "Well, um, it's an old gift. I got it for you a while ago. Some little Russian bookstore had opened by my apartment and- well, i'll spoil it."
Your face lit up as you grabbed it back from him, kicking your feet as you unwrapped it. It was old as dust, but it was beautiful: a collectors edition of Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky. "Oh that's so beautiful." You whispered, completely engulfed in the book.
You leaned forward placing your hand on Spencer's tall shoulder to leave a small kiss on his cheek. Spencer's face lit on fire, but you dove right back into examining the book. It was all so quick it almost didn't even happen, just like the last time you'd done that- a "casual peck". You and Spencer never spoke about it, but you'd been kissing his cheek every once in a while and he couldn't bear to stay silent anymore.
"Why'd you wrap it in that tape-" You started.
"You kiss me a lot." You looked down at him and placed the book to the side of you on his desk.
"I guess so." You continued to kick your feet anxiously, just teetering on the edge of freaking out.
Spencer was quick to realize how anxious you were, so he gently took your hand in his, soothingly swiping his thumb over you skin. "I like it." He mentioned.
Your heart beat so fast you were sure he could feel it through your hand at this point. "You do?" The room felt hot, you felt hot. Without thinking, you slowly slid off of his desk, brushing your skirt off, then letting Spencer pull you onto his lap. Your face lingered so close to his you could feel his sweet breath against your cheek.
"I like you." Spencer gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before pulling you in by the chin for a real kiss. No more games, he felt good against your lips. You pressed harder into him, letting your arms rest around his shoulders and neck.
You kept going until Specner groaned a little, breaking the sounds of anything but your kisses. You pulled back, flustered.
"Is there any more of that Do Not Enter tape for this room?" You asked, causing Spencer to giggle and wrap you up in his arms.
#Hi guys! This is the first I've written in MONTHS#sorry that it's not very good or cohesive#getting better again tho#spencerreid#criminal minds#criminalminds#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#fluff#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x fem!reader
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guys i haven’t posted in soooo long im in such a bad writing slumppp
if u have ideas send them for sure
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i didn’t think i could adore spencer reid more but the way you write him makes me want to die in the best way possible🙏🏽🙏🏽
i love all of you so much <3
it makes me so happy when other people enjoy my writing and also are lenient with me and my occasional writers block lmao 😭
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I want his hands to choke me
the way i knew EXACTLY what post you were talking about
especially this photo oh my lord
the rubber band around his wrist too 😭😭😭
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I feel like -spencer holding your thigh all the time, whenever he can, and tapping out little patterns would do the trick
oh yes Spencer LOVES teasing y/n under the round table before they start discussing the case, just like resting his hand on their thigh and lightly squeezing it 😭>:)
but also he loves just resting his hand there and rubbing his thumb against your soft skin to like soothe himself on the jet or when a case is tough
he is so babygirl
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PURPLE IS HIS 👏CO👏LOR👏
spencer and his stupid cardigans and stupid sweater vests and stupid purple scarves and stupid mismatched socks🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
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Hi<3
I was just mindlessly daydreaming about Spencer Reid and an idea came up.
So imagine this maybe spencer x bau!reader? , Spencer always has like longish natural nails right? What if derek notices that he has had his nails trimmed for some time and teases him about it. Maybe when he asks spencer, he gets flashbacks with reader of last night? I imagine something along the lines of “So my boy’s been getting laid all this time”? I feel like it would be timed in the end of 1 series. And like little bit spice🤌 and his long scrawny fingers.
I think that this is it. This is an idea for a request, I think you’ll like it.
I hope that both sides of your pillow are always cold<3 have a good day
NO CUZ THIS REQUEST MADE ME FEEL SO GOOD I LOVE SPENCERS NAILS i personally was a big fan on the long nails but I can see how they would be uncomfy
Derek poured creamer into his cup of coffee as he watched Spencer pour his second cup of the morning. Usually, Derek got on Spencer for the dubious amounts of sugar he "needed" in his coffee, but today he noticed something else.
"Hey kid, what's with the nails?" Derek asked, raising his eyebrows at Spencer's shortened fingernails wrapped around a BAU mug. They weren't bitten or messy like Prentiss's, but carefully cut and pampered.
Spencer's face immediately pinkened, trying not to glance back at you, sitting at your desk in a skirt and blouse. It was hard not to think about the night before: toying with the edge of your skirt, pushing your panties aside to dip a finger into your heat before you protested the harshness of Spencer's long nails.
"Maybe- if you could- trim your nails really quick? They're just kind of pokey." You whispered nervously, fiddling with the tie around your boyfriend's neck.
Spencer's lips formed an understanding "Oh" as he looked down at his long nails. He'd always kept them clean, but never considered how the length might be an issue.
"Not that I don't like them-" You reassured as a frown formed on Spencer's face.
"No, no, no. It's fine, it's fine, I understand. That makes sen-" Spencer waved his hands around and you could tell he was about to start on a shy, apologetic ramble.
"I just think it'd feel better." You finished your previous sentence in a seductive whisper. Spencer's eyes glew up.
"Anything to make you feel better, yeah." Spencer spoke the words barely above a hush and reached for the nail clippers on his bedside table.
The rest of the night was the most enjoyable he'd ever seen you. You craved his fingers more than anything now and couldn't help but watch the veins in them work as you viewed Spencer gripping the coffee mug.
"Kid?" Spencer shook out of it, blushing immensely as he realized how far off he'd just been. "Damn," Morgan looked back at you and chuckled. "She's got you whipped."
Spencer cheekily shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about." Spencer said with a wide smile before walking away.
"Sure. You know, first it's the nails. Then they try to control your facial hair and your clothes and your head." Morgan yelled across the room, you biting your tongue to not burst out laughing at Spencer's public embarrassment.
Morgan was very right though. Your next agenda would most definitely be adding a little stubble to that baby face.
I HOPE I FUFILLED YOUR ASK
THANKS FOR THE ASK MWAH HAVE A GREAT DAY <3
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In which Spencer Reid participates in a TikTok trend 💀
Summary: Spencer gets TikTok and does that trend where he lifts u on the counter 😭
You hummed lightly, stirring the chili around with a wooden spoon and nearly dropping it in when you felt Spencer’s big arms wrap around your waist. He propped his chin up on your shoulder, listening to your hums as you tried not to break out into giggles.
“Put the spoon down.” Spencer whispered breathily, like he needed to tell you something.
You raised your eyebrows as Spencer began to kiss your neck. You couldn’t complain, but it made placing the spoon aside a lot more difficult. With both hands free, you reached behind you to tug on Spencer’s curls as he sucked lightly at your skin.
“The stoves on-” You began before letting out a short scream as Spencer twirled you around and grabbed hold on your thighs, lifting you onto the counter beside the stove. He stood in between your legs, hands around your waist, as you caught your breath. “Wow, what was that?” You asked, resting your arms on his shoulders, your face pink.
“I saw it on tiktok. It’s supposed to make you want to have fun.” Spencer finished the sentence cheekily, cupping your face and kissing your lips.
“Oh god, that’s right. You have tiktok.” You rolled your eyes, smiling into his kiss. You continued at it, eventually enclosing Spencer with your legs, wrapping them tightly around your waist.
Spencer grunted slightly at your tight grip around him. “I think it’s working though.” He whispered with a smile as the timer on the microwave began to go off.
“No it’s not.” You falsely denied, pulling Spencer’s attention back into your lips and melding yourself to him. You pressed your chest up against his, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
“Mm.” Spencer hummed, “The timer.” Spencer moaned into the kiss, his tongue slowly sliding into your mouth, making his words sound like static.
Spencer lightly tapped your shoulder with a finger to remind you, “Ignore it.” You whispered breathlessly, beginning to move your hips against his.
“Why?” Spencer pulled away to laugh, “I thought you said it wasn’t working.” You tried to kiss him again, but he pulled his head away.
“Oh shut up, I’m having fun.” You finally gave in, Spencer reaching to turn the stove off before lifting you off of the counter and carrying you to the bedroom, entangled in his arms.
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Little Spook
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Spencer Reid x Pregnant!Reader
Summary: Reader finally starts to show just in time for Halloween and Spencer’s birthday.
You stood in front of the full-length mirror in you and Spencer’s bedroom, cradling your arms around you exposed stomach. Two months in, you were finally showing. And at the best possible time too: one hour until Spencer’s birthday.
Something stronger than love stirred in your stomach as you admired the way your baby was beginning to settle into its temporary home. But between that moment and your hormones, you didn’t even hear Spencer sit up in bed and call for you.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” You turned to see Spencer’s fluffy hair in an entangled mess.
You accidentally laughed at how perfect he looked even then, “Nothing. Nothing at all. Somebody actually brought you an early birthday present and Halloween spook.” You said, smiling at Spencer as he gained cognitive consciousness.
“It’s eleven pm, did somebody stop by or-” Spencer asked sleepily, stretching to turn on his bedside lamp and join you beside the mirror.
“No.” You shook your head, biting your lip to contain your smile. “They’re right here.” You grabbed Spencer’s warm hands and pressed them against your stomach.
Spencer knew your body like the back of his hand, so he noticed as soon as his hands touched your belly. “Oh my...” He trailed off, kneeling to his knees so he could place a kiss on your stomach. You felt him uncontainably smile into the kiss. “Well hello.” Spencer whispered into you.
You toyed with his hair as he spoke to your stomach. “Somebody wanted to tell their daddy happy birthday.” You smiled, twisting a curl around your finger. You stood comfortably as a short silence followed before hearing small sniffles come from Spencer.
Affectionately, you reached for your husband’s chin, tilting his head up. Spencer stood up to throw his arms around you in a tight hug. “Thank you so so much.” He cried into the comfort of your neck, rubbing your back as he did. “Thank you for carrying the best birthday present I could ask for. Your body is so amazing.” He pulled away, wiping away his tears. Yet, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from your stomach.
You tried to make some joke to ignore the tears building in your eyes. “Maybe she’ll grow if you talk to her more.” You laughed then climbed into bed, letting Spencer pull the covers away and tuck you into bed beside him.
“How about I work on that and you work on resting for two.” Spencer suggested. You nodded into a yawn and peacefully snuggled into Spencer’s chest, letting him rest his hand on your tummy and swiping his thumb over it, telling his baby about all of the Halloween outfits he has planned for it.
Spencer rattled off ideas started at age twelve all the way down to the baby’s first Halloween, which you forced yourself to secretly stay awake for so you could fall asleep with the complete story. “And finally, first year is a cow, for sure. That way Mommy and I can be farmers and you can be our baby cow- which is called a calf, by the way. So technically, we’d be farmers and you’d be a calf.” Spencer seemingly ended his story before exhaling a long withheld breath and whispering his goodnights. “Goodnight, baby,” He whispered to you, placing a small warm kiss on your cheek. “And you too, little spook. I’m gonna get you back for this early surprise.” Spencer whispered and quietly laughed into his pillow, careful not to wake you and his baby.
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Work Surprise
You ran around to the back seat, unbuckling your sleeping daughter from her car seat. You laughed under your breath as you saw her tiny toddler shoes on the floor of the car as well as one of her socks she must’ve kicked off. You shook her shoulder gently, watching her lips part as she yawned. She had the same shaped lips as Spencer, cute and pink.
“We’re here,” You said, looking out at the BAU floor of Quantico lit up with dim lights. “Time to surprise Daddy.” You whispered lifting Maisie out of her seat and into your arms. She slumped into your chest, squishing her cheek against your shoulder.
You held Maisie in one arm, and your visitor passes and her shoes and sock in the other, carrying them in. A sly smile spread across your face as you saw JJ’s mouth open. The team rarely got to see Spencer’s kid since you guys agreed it would be best to keep Maisie out of this world.
“What?” You saw Spencer lift his head from his papers, then turn around to see you. “Oh my goodness.” Spencer smiled walking towards you and Maisie with open arms. “Oh.” He whispered as he realized Maisie was fast asleep.
You still handed her to Spencer, your arms tired of carrying so much. Spencer bounced his daughter up and down, gently waking her up. She let out a big yawn, warming the team’s heart.
“She yawns like me.” Spencer said proudly, making you laugh. He was glad to share any trait with his daughter.
“She also doesn’t like her shoes too tight either, I’m guessing.” Emily said, nodding her head at the shoes and single sock in your hand.
Spencer looked down at your hand, trying to conceal his still proud smile. “Not my fault.” You whispered, placing a kiss on Spencer’s cheek as Maisie stretched her arms out.
She blinked slowly before lighting up. “Daddy!” She threw her tiny arms around his neck, swaying her feet.
“Hi baby.” Spencer whispered happily, yet still looking at you. And you knew he meant it to both of you. “Best surprise.”
“Sup-ri!” Maisie clapped, trying out the new word.
“Yes,” Spencer laughed, tucking her hair behind her ear, “Sup-ri.” Spencer repeated, the room bursting out in laughter and Maisie clapping for herself.
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Growing and Healing
Word Count: 900
Content Warnings: Prison mention, pregnancy discussion, implied smexy, angst.
Summary: You and Spencer vow to not have kids until you’re out of the FBI, but after a case of looking after a kid with his wife, things change.
Spencer had just spent the last case with you, holding watch at the victim’s family's house for hours on end. He watched his wife play tea-party, dress up, and Just Dance with the family’s seven year old girl while her mother was stuck in the station and honestly, he just fell deeper for you.
You settled into bed your first night back home, pulling the warm covers up to your chin and snuggling into Spencer’s chest. Everything should be perfect except he for some reason laid awake, staring at the ceiling as he ran his fingers through your hair. You picked up on Spencer’s irritation as he didn’t reach for a book to distract himself, just glued his eyes to the ceiling.
“What’s wrong, baby?” You asked, propping yourself up on Spencer’s chest so that you could look at him.
“Nothing,” Spencer hesitated. “I’m going to bed.” He suggested, gesturing his hand around to you and him resting in bed together, lights off.
Your heart stung a little at his random passive-aggressiveness. “Okay.” You mumbled, sinking back down into his chest. The two of you sat in the haunting quiet until finally he groaned as he pushed his hair back.
“Fuck.” He mumbled. You listened as his heart sped up beneath you, thumping against yours. “I’m- I’m just confused.”
You sat up beside him at this, flicking on a dim lamp sitting on your bedside table. “What’s confusing you, Spence? We can talk it through.” You offered, biting at your nails slightly. Spencer never got like this and whenever he did, it was usually mom-related.
“I just- just- I know when we got married we agreed on something-” Spencer started.
You finished his sentence like verbatim from your memory, “No kids unless we stop working for the FBI.”
“Yeah,” Spencer looked down as he took your hand in his, squeezing it nervously. “Well I just thought I’d be able to do that, but watching you play with that girl and bake with her and doing all of it with you it’s just- well it’s just a lot harder than I thought.” Your husband deflated further, frowning as he twisted your wedding ring around your finger.
“I know.” You whispered softly, stopping his finger over your ring then looking up at Spencer. “I know. But it’s selfish, isn’t it? I mean- for us to bring someone into the world we live in. And after prison, oh my god, Spencer-” You never said Spencer, only Spence or baby or some pet name. But you were scared half to death at how badly you wanted this and of going against your better instinct.
“Y/n,” Spencer swiped his thumb over a tear that had fallen down your cheek, unknown to you. “I won’t put myself on the front lines anymore, I’ll let someone else be the bigger person, I’ll never touch dilaudid again and-”
“I’m not worried about you being in the front lines, doing our job how we’re supposed to. I’m worried about another accident, one of us not coming home one day.” You cried, thinking about how not fun growing up without your dad was.
Spencer didn’t say a thing at that, he just let you hit home, wrapping you in his arms and cradling you in his lap. He sat with you until you stopped crying and your breathing regulated. “I’ll take the part-time job.” He finally decided, shocking you.
“What are you talking about?” You sat up, brows furrowed.
“They offered me a part-time job after prison. Half-time professing in Virginia, half-time working cases.” Spencer explained, running his fingers through your soft hair before leaning in close to you. “I want a family with you a lot more than I want this job. And I don’t want either of us breaking a vow just so we can get our cake and eat it too.”
You nodded, holding your face in your hands before gathering yourself. “I want to leave the BAU.” You ripped the band-aid off and let the conversation flow. You told Spencer you were unhappy with all the killing and death. You told him how you felt about everything, leaving him completely shocked that he didn’t see through you.
“I didn’t know that at all.” He whispered, looking down. You grasped his hand again.
“Because I didn’t want you to yet. And you know what? Having a kid gives me a perfect excuse to grab a job at a bookstore, take it easy for a minute, get a therapist maybe. Make room for a baby Reid.” You smiled softly, Spencer breaking out in a smile too at the thought of a baby Reid, of his own child with you. You made that life sound so good.
“Are you sure?” He looked up at you finally, quivering with something between nerves and excitement. Spencer leaned in to hold your face, waiting for an answer.
“More than anything.” You whispered, placing a kiss on his nose before Spencer pulled you onto his lap, you giggling. “Ah!”
“Let’s get a head start then, shall we?” Spencer asked, cupping your blushing cheeks. He still flattered you daily, even after all this time.
“I think we should.” You whispered into his lips, connecting softly and allowing him to take over, kissing you all over as you smiled widely. You wanted to start the next chapter of your lives as soon as possible.
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Work Surprise
You ran around to the back seat, unbuckling your sleeping daughter from her car seat. You laughed under your breath as you saw her tiny toddler shoes on the floor of the car as well as one of her socks she must’ve kicked off. You shook her shoulder gently, watching her lips part as she yawned. She had the same shaped lips as Spencer, cute and pink.
“We’re here,” You said, looking out at the BAU floor of Quantico lit up with dim lights. “Time to surprise Daddy.” You whispered lifting Maisie out of her seat and into your arms. She slumped into your chest, squishing her cheek against your shoulder.
You held Maisie in one arm, and your visitor passes and her shoes and sock in the other, carrying them in. A sly smile spread across your face as you saw JJ’s mouth open. The team rarely got to see Spencer’s kid since you guys agreed it would be best to keep Maisie out of this world.
“What?” You saw Spencer lift his head from his papers, then turn around to see you. “Oh my goodness.” Spencer smiled walking towards you and Maisie with open arms. “Oh.” He whispered as he realized Maisie was fast asleep.
You still handed her to Spencer, your arms tired of carrying so much. Spencer bounced his daughter up and down, gently waking her up. She let out a big yawn, warming the team's heart.
“She yawns like me.” Spencer said proudly, making you laugh. He was glad to share any trait with his daughter.
“She also doesn’t like her shoes too tight either, I’m guessing.” Emily said, nodding her head at the shoes and single sock in your hand.
Spencer looked down at your hand, trying to conceal his still proud smile. “Not my fault.” You whispered, placing a kiss on Spencer’s cheek as Maisie stretched her arms out.
She blinked slowly before lighting up. “Daddy!” She threw her tiny arms around his neck, swaying her feet.
“Hi baby.” Spencer whispered happily, yet still looking at you. And you knew he meant it to both of you. “Best surprise.”
“Sup-ri!” Maisie clapped, trying out the new word.
“Yes,” Spencer laughed, tucking her hair behind her ear, “Sup-ri.” Spencer repeated, the room bursting out in laughter and Maisie clapping for herself.
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The Little Things <3
Word Count: 740
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
VALENTINES DAY FIC!!! GUESS WHO’S BACK MFERRRSS
You crouched down, opening the oven and pulling out the cookies. They were heart-shaped sugar cookies with a jam center, addictingly good. Then again, Spencer thought everything you made was great, and if he didn’t- he’d probably rather lie than tell you.
These cookies had to be perfect. This was your first Valentine’s Day with Spencer as well as your first Valentine’s Day not being alone. Perfect times 2. You took a shaky breath as you split one of the cookies, blowing on the center before taking a bite.
You chewed slowly, feeling the cookie crumble softly in your mouth, but a bit more than you’d like it to. “Fuck!” You yelled, tossing the nibbled cookie into the trash can. You sank down against your kitchen cabinets, your head in your hands as you helplessly threw your oven-glove to the floor.
This man had you crying over cookies just because they weren’t as perfect as him. Spencer had an undeniable chokehold on your heart.
Suddenly, the front door of your apartment unlocked. You snapped your head to see Spencer standing in your doorway. He read your mopey face quickly and dropped his bag, locking the door behind him so he could privately sit beside you on the floor.
Just before he sat beside you though, he reached for a cookie on the tray. You grabbed his hand from beneath him, “No! No, don’t!” You shook your head, more tears beginning.
“Baby,” Spencer started, looking between you and the cookies. “Is this about cookies?” He asked, fighting hard to hide his smile. He’d never seen you floor-ridden over cookies before.
“You’re laughing at me.” You frowned, covering your face with your hands. Spencer knelt down in front of you, you wrapped your arms around his waist.
“Come here.” Spencer readjusted to a criss-cross position, pulling you onto his lap. He was warm and soft, even after a long day at the BAU. You hugged him tightly, squeezing your eyes shut as you soaked up the moment.
Finally, with a sniffle, you looked at him. “I don’t like the cookies.” You whispered quietly, fidgeting with your hands in his lap.
Spencer sweeped your hair behind your ear then cupped your cheeks in his hand, swiping your tears away. “Your poor face is so pink.” Spencer tilted his head, smiling. You blushed a little at his sweetness, turning even pinker no doubt. “What’s wrong with the cookies?”
“Too crumbly. I’m not good at sugar cookies, I haven’t practiced it much. And then I tried it with the jam and-” Spencer hushed you with a kiss. You allowed it, resting your arms around his neck, letting him be in control. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” You whispered as Spencer began on your neck.
He pulled away breathlessly, “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.” Spencer kissed your forehead, then held your back. “How about we both try one of those cookies and if you still don’t like it, we can make new ones together. However, I have a feeling this isn’t your first batch of the day either.” Spencer laughed, nodding towards the trash can.
You laughed too, nodding your head. Spencer helped you up, and grabbed a cookie from the tray. He looked at you as he split it in his hands, handing you your half. “1, 2, 3.” You counted, taking a bite at the same time as your boyfriend.
A smile spread across Spencer’s face as soon as he tasted it. Your heart sank. It tasted good, but not perfect to you. He knew you were right. “I really hope you wrote that recipe down, y/n.”
Your mouth dropped a little, before making a smile. “I always do.”
“Good,” Spencer said with another mouthful. “Cause this one’s perfect.” He swallowed and took you into a deep hug, lifting you off the floor.
You giggled as he spun you. “I think the cookies are making you stronger.” You laughed, squeezing his arms. Even though you both knew it was really those extra field hours he’d be getting. “You’re perfect.” You closed the space between you and Spencer with a kiss.
“No, you’re perfect.” Spencer corrected you as you shook your head.
“I just had a mental breakdown over a sugar cookie.” You laughed, but Spencer just cupped your face and kissed his cheek. You nervously tugged on a ringlet of his hair.
“That’s what makes you so perfect- you care about the little things.”
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happily taking requests im so burnt out lmao <
happy valentines day tho <3
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SORRY GUYS SCHOOL KICKING MY ASS >0<
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currently wondering why ceilings by lizzy mcalpine torments my soul the way it does cuz like...
Bedsheets, no clothes
Touch me like nobody else does
(FUCCKKKKK)
But it's over
Then you're drivin' me home
And it kinda comes out as I get up to go
SHES SO IN LOVE THAT IT JUST FUCKING SPILLS OUT
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being on a case with spencer after you start dating and youre in the conference room at a precinct looking over the board (idk the terms whoops) and spencer calls you honey or sweetheart or whatever nn and he gets SO flushed worried he just got you guys in trouble for being unprofessional and hotch is just like "... you do hear how morgan and garcia talk, correct?"
this was very deserving of a blurb, i love this concept
You and Hotch are sitting around the conference room table, Spencer writing on post-it notes against the board when his permanent marker runs out, and he turns to you. "Hey, darling, can you pass me another pen?"
The affectionate nicknames are new to both of you, and it's yet to come out in front of Hotch. You're yet to have a professionalism talk from your boss. Mostly because you're strictly professional with each other in the field and a little bit because you suspect Hotch likes seeing a young couple in love.
Spencer panics, you see the terror pouring out of him as he no doubt worries about if he has jeopardized your jobs. You just try not to blush or smile too widely, and who can blame you when your boyfriend is so sweet?
"I'm so sorry." Spencer spits out. "I shouldn't have-"
Hotch cuts him off before he can go on for far too long. "Last week, Garcia made a comment about Morgan's 'big black six pack.'" You also have to try not to laugh at that, Garcia's words in Hotch's deadpan tone is hilarious. "Darling is fine."
Spencer clears his throat, nodding awkwardly and adorably. "Yup, right, okay."
You waltz over with the pen he wanted. "Here you go...darling."
#spencer and I would NEVER call eachother pet names out loud in my DR#both of our social anxiety says no#this blurb is so funny tho like accidentally letting it slip#also hotch loves his little lovebirds#everybody loves watching them nonchalantly flirt
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