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reidsgirly · 5 months

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heavy metal lover.

pairing ! - metal!spencer x popstar!fem!reader

synopsis ! - you’re a popstar, and spencer’s a metalhead. you two make a good match, don’t you?

word count ! - 1.0k

cw ! - spencer likes heavy metal cause why not, prob inaccurate descriptions of being a popstar, def inspired by heavy metal lover by lady gaga

Your brand new album had recently dropped, and it was a major success. Of course, you were grateful for all the recognition you were receiving and even more for your most popular song on that album, Heavy Metal Lover.

The inspiration for the song came from your boyfriend who was more into the rock genre of music, a rough contrast to the pop music you make. You just wanted to make a song about him, not to say you don’t already have multiple about him, but one that was more about your music tastes.

Before your debut, you wondered if your boyfriend would have a problem with the kind of music you made, whether it’d put a strain on your relationship or not. You assumed that having a literal pop star for a girlfriend when all you listened to was rock and heavy metal would be somewhat challenging.

The question was if he’d still love you if you made pop music that attracted everyone in the world. I mean, your song was number one on multiple billboard digital sales charts across the globe. Yet, Spencer showed no signs of being uncomfortable with the amount of publicity he was receiving.

If anything, he enjoyed the publicity, especially the songs you made about him. He loved how you loved him so much that you’d make a song about it, it was honestly endearing.

As of now, you and a group of your friends are finishing up at a downtown bar, putting an end to your drinking and partying to celebrate the release of your album. To top it all off, your song just had to be blasting.

I could be your girl, girl, girl Girl, girl, girl But would you love me If I ruled the world, world, world?

“Girl, your man must be real loyal for staying with you while all these tours and interview shit going on!” your friend yells to you over the sound of your song playing.

“I mean of course! I love my boyfriend, this song is literally about him!” you boast, yelling back to her.

“I need to find a man like that! You got you a rough lil’ man that really loves you? Dare I say i’m fucking jealous!” she once again yells to you.

The thing was, Spencer was rough but in such a loving way. He had such an aggressive exterior, which honestly, wasn’t too far from the man he was. Behind closed doors, he wasn’t the sweetest man you’ve ever known even he if was ragged around the edges. Speaking of, inspired the next few lyrics of your song.

Whip me, slap me, punk funk New York clubbers, bump drunk Bud Lite, liquors, bar slam Move it, this is your jam

Now, in these lyrics, you were just talking about how your boyfriend fucks you. “Whip me, slap me, punk fuck” was you singing about how you expected something rough and adventurous from your lover. Though, that wasn’t exactly true.

You’d never expect Spencer to be aggressive while having sex unless you explicitly asked him to do so. Even then, being unruly with you was never in his ballpark. He was the most gentle and loving man you’d ever been with.

Especially when you two were drinking, he suddenly became 10 times more doting, sweet, and touchy than usual. Whether he’s trying to kiss you, or just have a hand on your body, his normal loving behavior skyrockets.

Now, it was definitely time for you and your girls to go home. You all had a time and enjoyed yourselves and now all you wanted to do was go home to your lovely boyfriend.

You said your farewells to all your girls and finally started to make the trip back home. As your Uber arrives, you start your way to your boyfriend.

Before you can step both feet into your and Spencer’s shared home, you feel arms encircling your waist and pulling you into a warm embrace.

“Hi, baby.” his husky voice greets you. “Had fun tonight?”

“Absolutely,” you respond, pulling back from his embrace and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips “was thinking about you the whole time.” you smile lazily at him.

Kissing your boyfriend is the only thing that matters in this moment. This moment. His lips. His strong body pressed against you and firm hands still on your hips, and you want all of him. You want to feel the beauty of this love with the tips of your fingers and the palms of your hands and every fiber and bone in your being.

No matter how tired to tipsy you could be, you’d always want your boyfriend. You’d always want to feel him, to feel the love he has for you. and for him to feel the love you have for him.

“Bet you were. Let’s get you ready for bed.” he says, pulling you along to the bathroom to get undressed for bed.

Coming home to your boyfriend never fails to make love blossom in your chest for him. Everything about it feels so domestic. Coming home to him to find him anticipating your arrival, as you couldn’t wait to see him either.

As you step into the bathroom, you begin to undress as Spencer gets you pajamas from your bedroom. The moment you step out of your skirt, he comes back with your comfy clothes. After stepping into your pajamas, brush your teeth, then wash your face all whilst your boyfriend has his arms on your waist and his chin on your shoulder.

Small moments like these with him make you appreciate the man you have. The man that supports you and your career no matter what you decide to do. The man who streams your music 24/7 despite the fact that he does not enjoy pop music. The man that stays with you during your extreme hangovers when you got too drunk the night before. The man that takes off days of work just because you want to stay in with him. Your dream man.

After everything, you climb into bed with your boyfriend for a not-so-long, yet peaceful night of rest.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x fem!reader #criminal minds x you #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds #₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

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reidsgirly · 5 months

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Hey! I just wanted to ask how you did the titles color in the two posts?

hi ml, i got a rlly helpful tutorial from this post !! mwa kisses

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reidsgirly · 5 months

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bed peace.

pairing ! - spencer reid x fem!reader

synopsis ! - arguments between you and spencer were rare, but he always knew how to make it up to you.

word count ! - 1.0k

cw ! - kinda corny ngl, a lil suggestive

You were irritated with Spencer right now, as you too had gotten into an argument earlier. Yeah, it was about him not spending time with you and simply not communicating but you were irritated nonetheless.

Your point was that even though he of course had work, it’d be nice to hear from him even a little more often than is. But, apparently, you were being “overbearing” and “asking for too much”, but it was whatever.

Of course, you attempted to talk it out with him but he wanted to be hardheaded and blow up at you, so no communication it was. It was immature of you both, but you damn sure wouldn’t be the first one to crack after how he treated you.

Spencer and you had been dating for one year and six months, and god have they been the most serene year and six months of your entire life. He was a doting and attentive boyfriend, the best you’ve had at that. The only problem was his job.

You respected the fact that he was an FBI agent and there was nothing you could do about it, but the tiniest amount of communication would be enough to soothe your nerves.

Now, here you were, hours well after your boyfriend left and went to work, reading in your living room with music playing in your headphones. Dinner had been cooked and refrigerated, your nightly routine had been done, and you were just here. It felt weird not waiting for your boyfriend to come back. So you were just here.

The creak of the front opening interrupted your focus, but you refused to look up and acknowledge Spencer. You went back to reading the words on the page as your boyfriend set down his work bag and took off his suit jacket.

You’d normally run up to him and act as if you hadn’t seen him in months, but today was not like most. In the silence of the house, without your squeals and his laughs.

“Hi, love.”

A beat of silence passed.

“Are you still upset with me?”

Another beat of silence. Did he think you’d just get over it while he was at work? That you’d just forgive him without him being the one to apologize? Absolutely not.

You close your book and walk to your shared bedroom, making it a point to slam the door behind you. You set your book on the nightstand and lay down although you know you can’t sleep without Spencer.

The sounds of him moving around were intelligible, but somewhat muffled through the closed door. You assume he’s warming up dinner, in which you hoped it felt weird for him to not wag dinner with you. You wanted him to suffer.

You just wanted him to understand that with minimal communication, it felt like he wasn’t really there. It felt like he wasn’t your boyfriend of a year and six months.

Before you knew it, the bedroom door was opening and the bed was dipping near where you lay. You felt Spencer’s eyes on you because you just knew him that well and knowing him, he was probably reading your whole character right now.

He probably knew that you were mad at him but you weren’t as mad as him, and he probably knew that you wanted so badly to talk to him but you couldn’t give up your careless facade.

“Love, talk to me.” he all but pleads with you, his hands rubbing the side of your waist.

Still choosing to ignore him, you make your way to the bathroom and start tying up your hair for the night, not acknowledging your boyfriend standing behind you. His front was pressed against your back a little too comfortably for your liking.

His hands around your waist as he pulls you closer to his back, goosebumps swarming every part of your body he touches.

“I’m sorry baby,” he whispers in your ear, voice low and husky. “I was wrong. You just wanted to talk to me. Talk to me now.”

“Spence…” you whisper back.

You wanted to talk to him, but the thought of your conversation earlier had your nostrils flaring and a muscle in your jaw twitching.

“Baby, i’ll do whatever you want me to. I’ll text you hourly updates like i’m 16, and out of the house for the first time, worrying my mother. I’ll call and every opportunity in which I can. I’ll come home and you’ll have my full undivided attention i’ll take more days off, date nights twice a week. At least.”

You huff out a laugh at his rant, all tension immediately leaving your body. It was always humorous how the smallest things your boyfriend did or said could calm you down, without fail.

“Spence,” you start, turning your body to face his while looping your arms around his neck. “S’ fine. I just want you to talk to me more, that’s it.”

“It’s not fine. I wasn’t there for you and when you tried to talk to me about it, I blew up in your face for no real reason. I was unreasonable and I needed to properly apologize.” he still went on.

“Spence.” you emphasized this time. “It is okay. As long as you actually act on your words which I have no doubt you will, it’s all good.”

Before he had a chance to go on again, you stood on your tippy toes and connected your lips with his, immediately starting a battle for dominance (which he wins, every single time.)

He backs you into the bedroom all without breaking the kiss, letting his hands roam across every inch of your body.

“I like the taste of your lips on mine.” he whispers against your lips, right after he pulls away from the kiss. "And you smell so fucking good, baby."

"Yea?" you teased him. "You wanna show me how good?" Was the last thing you said before immediately kissing him back, knowing an eventful night was ahead for both of you.

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reidsgirly · 5 months

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invisible string.

pairing ! - spencer reid x fem!baker!reader

synopsis ! - spencer likes you, but can’t make the first move to save his life. so it’s up to you now, isn’t it?

word count ! - 1.2k

cw ! - prob inaccurate descriptions of a bakery, no use of y/n, readers bakery is called cake n’ cookies cause why not

It all started when Garcia came in with a dozen doughnuts from a bakery the team had never heard of. Spencer thought they were the best doughnuts he’d had in his entire life.

“Garcia,” Spencer started, “where’d you get these from? These are amazing.”

“Oh my gosh! I’m so glad you asked!” she gushed. “This bakery that just opened down the street and their doughnuts are obviously amazing! I’m obsessed with their Frappuccinos, you should really try them sometime! Or maybe just get some coffee cause’ you’re boring ol’ Spencer”

He kept the bakery in the back of his mind for a later time.

Two weeks later, he found himself standing inside the very same bakery Garcia spoke so highly of.

At the sound of the bell chiming, you come running out of the kitchen, with your hair tied up in a high ponytail. You had on a white and blue floral apron, splotches of flour all across it. Spencer thought you were one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, and even that was an understatement.

“Hi.” you greet him. “What can I get you today?”

“Uh, can I get a chocolate frosted doughnut with sprinkles?” God, he was awkward with the simplest of requests.

“Would that be all for you, sir?”

“Yeah, thank you.” he smiled. Spencer Reid smiles. Not the awkward, forced smile he does, but a genuine smile. He smiles at the woman giving him a doughnut.

“Of course! I’ll be right back with that.” you responded, your face painted with glee.

As he waited, Spencer had nothing better to do than look around at the various cupcakes, cakes, and other pastries you had displayed around your store. The plants you had dotted around. The tiny tables with even tinier chairs.

He found this place to be adorable.

After five minutes, you skipped back into view with his doughnut in a tiny white box, with a pretty pink ribbon tied around it.

“That’ll be $2.32!” you smiled at him, again. That damn smile.

Spencer gave you the designated amount while still smiling, grabbed his box, and before he could make his way out, you spoke out to him.

“Have a great day, sir!” you smiled at Spencer for the third time that day.

“You too.” Spencer waved at you before he made his departure.

He walked into work with a bigger smile than usual that day.

“What’s got you all happy?” Garcia questioned him upon seeing the unusually large grin on his face.

Before Spencer could even respond, she cut him off.

“Oh my god! You went to cake n’ cookies and didn’t get me anything? How could I possibly forgive you? But enough about me, you’ve seen the lovely lady working there, right? She’s so sweet and pretty and she knows my name!” she raved on about the bakery.

“Alright sweetheart, give the boy wonder a break.” Morgan stepped in (admittedly saving Spencer from Garcias’ ranting.)

“He went to cake n’ cookies without me! How can I possibly give him a break?” Garcia whined, dramatic as she always is.

Spencer made his way to his desk, all while thinking about what Garcia said about you. Well, you were a pretty woman, but he certainly didn’t have any time for romantic affairs on the side.

But he could make time, couldn’t he?

The second time Spencer found himself in your bakery was to buy his mother a strawberry doughnut.

He assumed she’d like the place as much as he did, and he wanted her to try it at least once.

“Hello again!” you greet Spencer. “What is it today, sir?” He was slightly surprised that you remembered his face, even though it’s been a couple of months since he last visited your bakery.

You had your hair tied in the same ponytail as last time, only this time your floral apron was clean. It wasn’t that much of a difference, but Spencer noticed it.

“Can I get a strawberry frost doughnut?”

“Ooh, that’s new. Of course! I’ll be right back with that!”

You disappeared into your kitchen, allowing Spencer to look around your bakery for the second time.

This time, he noticed how your tables and chairs were now decorated with lace and the candles and teapots and teacups you had lined on the shelf behind the counter were new.

He also noticed the plants you have lined up outside, just on both sides of the entrance.

Spencer is so entranced in all the latest decorations of your bakery, that he barely notices you return with his treats.

You skipped out with his doughnut in your iconic white box and pink frilly ribbon.

“That’ll be $2.92!” you smiled at him like you did the last time he was here. You caught him off guard but in the best way possible.

He gave you the designated amount once again, and took his box, all while smiling at you.

“Have a great day sir! See you soon!” you exclaimed.

“You too.” he said cheerfully and waved as he did the last time.

Spencer knew he’d be coming back soon, maybe too soon for his liking.

The third time Spencer finds himself in your bakery is to buy Garcia a dozen for her birthday. He knew how much she adored your bakery and couldn’t think of a better gift than a dozen sugary sweets for her.

This time around, you had a few more customers than the previous two times he’d come here. It wasn’t odd, but it didn’t feel normal.

“Hey handsome,” you greeted him, handsome was new. A good new. “what can I get you today?”

“Can I get a dozen chocolate rainbow doughnuts?”

“Fun. What’s the occasion?” you questioned him again while writing down his order.

“A friend’s birthday.” Now he was the one smiling at you, once again.

“Fancy, coming right up with that!”

This time after you disappear into your kitchen, Spencer doesn’t take a look around. Instead, he nervously taps his foot while waiting for you to come back.

You skip out as you always do, and Spencer is already digging through his wallet for his money before you can even tell him his amount. He wanted to get to Garcia as soon as possible to celebrate with her as she did for him.

“It’ll be $6.27 today!”

He hands you the money silently, and quickly gets his dozen to give Garcia.

“Oh, and tell your friend I said happy birthday!” you say to him on his way out, and he can’t help the way his heart swells and the small gesture. You didn’t even know his friend and you were wishing her a happy birthday. Yeah, it was common courtesy but it just felt different coming from you.

“I will. Have a good one.”

“You too!” is the last thing he hears your overly-enthusiastic voice say to him before he leaves.

After he makes it to the office, sets down the box, and opens it for inspection, he notices a little note tucked in the corner of the box.

Call me sometime, handsome.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

+ BONUS

“What’s got you all smiley, genius?” Morgan questions.

“The lady from the bakery gave me her number.” he responds, half shocked and half amused.

“My man,” Morgan pats him on the shoulder, “finally getting some play.”

“What happened?” JJ asked as she came from the kitchen, Garcia following suit.

“Boy wonder finally got a girls number.”

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #criminal minds x fem!reader #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds imagine #₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

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