#cute spencer reid

[underworld-of-imagines]

Blizzard - Spencer Reid

I don't know how I feel about this one tbh, but I wanted to give a prompt a shot. Also, I should note that I've never actually experienced a blizzard (Aussie gal), so I don't know if somethings I wrote are factually correct (I did do some research though).

GenderNeutral!Reader

Summary: A blizzard is forecasted, and you don't know what there is to do during a blizzard.

Warnings: Spencer maybe acting a bit out of character, extremely cute though

“Weather forecast is predicting a widespread blizzard for many parts along the Virginia coast. Locals in many areas are warned to stay indoors and prepare for blackouts.” You sighed as you listened to the weather report, already knowing that you’d probably be spending the rest of the day indoors. This was already the third blizzard along the East coast, and it wasn’t even Christmas yet. 

Wandering over to the window, you looked out at the already snowy city. A sight that usually gave you a comforting feeling, now gave you one filled with worry. 

Winter was your favourite season, mostly for the abundance of opportunities to layer on warmer clothes and snuggle with your partner by the fire - hot cocoa included of course. It also had one of your favourite holidays, Christmas. Having grown up in Canada, Christmas was truly a time of joy. And you spent it participating in festive activities like decorating the house whilst listening to carols, to long movie nights on the couch with your family. Of course other winter activities were very popular with you and your friends as well, ice hockey and ice skating were your chosen past times whenever the weather permitted. But this time, winter and the bad weather warnings that often accompanied it, worried you. 

“What are you doing up so early Y/N?” A tired voice emanated from behind you, familiar arms sneaking around your waist. 

“I woke up not long ago Spencer, wanted to get a head start on my day.” You giggled softly as his breath tickled your neck, before relaxing into the warm embrace.

“And what does this day entail? Pray tell,” he questioned, the thickness of sleep still obvious in his voice. 

“I was planning on going to the candle store, and maybe the bookstore around the corner. But we just got a weather warning for a blizzard, so I think we’re going to be trapped inside all day.” A sad tone seeped into your voice as you tried to not let the disappointment hit you. You had really been looking forward to buying a new candle since your old one had run out.

“Oh no, whatever shall we do inside all day?” He questioned with a joking tone, a laugh falling from his lips. A whine fell from your lips as he teasingly kissed your neck, his intentions becoming slightly more obvious. 

“I’m being serious Spencer, I had all of these plans and now I don’t know what to do!” You pushed him away, crossing your arms out of annoyance. His body moved closer to yours, before his arms wrapped back around your waist.

“I’m sorry gorgeous,” he apologised, now whispering against your ear. “Why don’t we do something together? I know we’ve been reading together a lot lately, we could do something different this time.” You shrugged, with most places probably choosing to remain closed today, you had no idea what activity you would be able to find on such short notice. 

“Yeah? Like what?” You hadn’t meant for the tone of your voice to come out so harsh, getting ready to apologise for the harshness. But Spencer mustn't have noticed it as you could almost hear the cogs turning in his head. 

“What about baking?” A while back you had mentioned a love for baking to him, though you rarely had the chance to do it anymore. “You went out and bought a heap of ingredients a few months ago, I’m sure with those we can find a recipe to go along with them.” He suggested, already trying to think of recipes that you could make (don’t judge him, he really tried to entertain your baking phase). 

“Hm I forgot about that,” you pondered on the thought of baking. “It’s kinda messy though, even more so with two people involved in the process. Are you okay with that?” He nodded, grabbing your hands as you let them go. 

“As long as we’re doing it together,” you could almost hear the smile through his voice. “Plus, we’ll have plenty of time to clean it up, it sounds like.” That was true, it hadn’t even started blizzarding yet so you had a while to go. 

“Alright,” you relented, trying to hide the small bit of excitement that was blooming in your heart. “I assume Mr. Genius has already been thinking of a recipe to cook?” He let out a small laugh, nodding gently at your assumptions.

“Sugar cookies, they’re fairly easy and we have all of those ingredients.” You nodded, he was correct in both of those assumptions. “And they’re a staple for Christmas as I recall reading.” That was also true, and they were very easy to make cute christmas shapes out of. 

“Okay, let’s do this.”

Not long later, you were both standing in the kitchen cutting shapes out of the dough you had made. Flour was dusted all over your kitchen, and consequently yourselves, as Spencer had gotten a bit playful halfway through baking and thrown small amounts of flour at you. This, of course, resulted in a small-scale food fight in your kitchen (thankfully just with the flour).

“Now we just put these into the oven and wait for them to come out,” you explained, already loading the tray of cookies into the oven. “Let’s listen to music and rest for a while,” you suggested, already making your way over to your record collection. It only took you a few seconds to pull out your favourite christmas vinyl - a Frank Sinatra one. You put it on before walking back to the couch, relaxing into Spencer’s open embrace. 

It was the first time in a while you had seen Spencer having so much fun, and being so loose. Ordinarily, he would hate the thought of making a mess in the kitchen, and getting it on himself. And baking wasn’t exactly a favourite pastime of his too. You knew he was doing it all for you, having heard many stories of your Christmases at home, baking with your cousins and music constantly playing. Though, the thought of him doing so much for you warmed your heart, especially since he was gone on cases so often. 

You don’t know when you dozed off, but it was now a sheet of white outside the window, the blizzard in full force. A blanket had been placed over you, and a pillow under your head. Confusion washed over your brain as you tried to figure out what time it was. It was now dark in the apartment, and it smelled vaguely of the cookies you had made earlier. 

“I took the cookies out of the oven,” Spencer stated, noticing that you had woken up. “They’re on the counter,” he continued to explain, placing the book down as he stood up. 

“Oh, have you had any?” You questioned, walking over to the tray of cookies.

“No, I wanted to wait for you to wake up so we could ice them. But then a blackout happened so I just decided to read instead. I thought you could use the extra sleep,” he added. “It’s been about an hour since we lost power, I tried to find that battery-powered radio you own to listen to the emergency station but I don’t know where you put it.” He explained, now standing in the kitchen with you. 

“I left it in the buffet, I was checking if it still worked the other week. I must’ve left it on the table and just put it in there whilst I was cleaning up yesterday.” You walked over to the buffet, pulling out the small radio that you usually kept in the emergency box. Turning it on, you tuned to the emergency station, listening to the notices that kept playing. It was a standard blizzard notice, as well as notifying the suburbs that had so far lost power, and whether it’d be coming back on. 

Only then did you notice how cold it was inside of the apartment, without a fireplace, it got cold quickly when the heating went out. Walking over to the couch, you pulled on Spencer’s cardigan that he had left there from the day before. He, of course, was already wearing a sweater over his casual clothing. 

“Come here,” he beckoned when he noticed you were still cold. Moving over to him, he wrapped his arms back around you as you melted into his warm embrace. “Should we cuddle on the couch for the rest of the day?” You nodded, allowing him to move the two of you to the couch and laying a blanket over the two of you. 

“I don’t like blizzards, but I have to say today has been pretty fun,” you admitted, enjoying his embrace.

[sis-does-simp]

Post It’s

OK BUT I SAW THIS INSTAGRAM POST AND IT GOT ME THINKING.

I wrote about this on my story before but anyways so I think it’s really cute if you and your s/o write little notes to each other and sneak it to each other once a day so like for Spencer if you worked at the bau together you can hand it in files or give him lunch and put it on there and like anyways here’s the concept:

on some days you write little cute little jokes for him that honestly, you don’t really understand but they’re science/math ones that you looked up and they seem to make him smile (he smiles brighter when you mess them up just a bit but he would never tell you because you’re so proud of that smile)

Some days he writes you his favorite love quotes from the various books he’s read throughout the years, he especially likes writing them in other languages when he knows you’ll have time to translate them

The quotes get shorter on the days that you’re busy with a case but they usually still end up filling the whole post it with his scratchy writing

If you’re running late or you don’t have as much time you just make a little doodle for him because you want him to smile, his favorites are the little flowers with happy faces on them

He likes drawing on post it notes when he has time, he makes the drawings intricate and you even got him thin pens so he can color them because the posts it’s are so small

Some days you feel so overwhelmed with love that you make these long paragraphs that take up the front and back of the post it’s, he can tell by the way you wrote that you meant every single word

Even when you guys have a fight, the post it’s are there, even if all you wrote was “enjoy” (again he can tell by the way you wrote that it was passive aggressive) usually one of you writes a note to meet up somewhere during a break so you guys can make up about the fight though

When you guys go on vacation you bring novelty post it notes from wherever you went so you could use them, also when you guys have a particularly good case you take the motel’s complimentary note pads (but you use only half of the page because the smaller the note the more intimate it feels don’t ask me why it just does)

This definitely passes on to when you have kids and you make them lunch for school, when it’s only one kid you guys switch the days on when you write it but once you have more (because let’s face it he’ll want more 🥺) you guys will rotate on which kid you write for and still write for each other

[underworld-of-imagines]

Library Dates - Spencer Reid

Note: Reader is Gender Neutral

Summary: Gender!Neutral Reader and Spencer have a standing date night. But how do you go about it without running out of ideas?

The world was a dark place, a dark and dangerous place. Evil lurked in every dark alleyway, every unlit corner, every small crevice that people wouldn’t even otherwise notice. Your fiancé dedicated his life to fighting some of the evil that plagued the world. But in doing so, he sacrificed so much of his time and life to eradicate the evil. In a way, you also sacrificed a lot for his job, and it wasn’t an easy thing to do by any means.

Time with Spencer was a rarity sometimes, often he’d work late nights, or be away on cases for days on end. His job was never ending, and it took a heavy toll on the both of you. Spencer barely slept, most nights were spent with his face buried in a book, others he slept somewhat fitfully. As much as you tried to help his sleeping, there was only so much you could do to quell the loud thoughts running through his mind. In your relationship date nights were rare, and often planned on the fly as he never knew when a new case would come in.

That being said, you tried to keep a standing date night, every Wednesday night. Of course, one night a week seemed excessive for dates, especially 3 years into a relationship. But sometimes you did the most mundane things, like going grocery shopping or eating ice cream whilst sitting on the kitchen counter. That was how you made it work, by keeping things as simple as you could. Once a month, he’d try to take you on fancier dates - thought it usually ended up being more like once every two months. And when he was on cases, he’d make a point to call you on date night – which usually ending up with something more interesting. Sometimes though, he’d just read you a book until you fell asleep.

Tonight was Wednesday, and luckily for you, Spencer was home from a case, and had even decided to forgo staying late. At first, neither of knew what you wanted to do. It was too cold for ice cream, and you had done the grocery shopping days prior. That was when you noticed that you had nothing to read, you had finished your most recent book that day, and you were itching for another.

Spencer originally came up with the idea, which you eagerly agreed to.

So there you were, heavily bundled up in coats, a takeaway hot chocolate in between your hands. You walked down the snowy sidewalk, your destination just within sight. The library was somewhere Spencer frequented a lot, that and the second-hand bookstore on 5th. But you didn’t go there nearly as often as he did – you couldn’t read nearly as fast as he did. He still loved to take you there though.

There was something romantic about libraries, walking in between the shelves of books that an innumerable amount of people had touched. The silence was comforting, no words needed to be said, no thoughts voiced aloud. Instead it was just you, Spencer, and the books. It was perfect.

“Have you found something?” Spencer appeared beside you, the carpet masking the sound of his footsteps.

“Mhm, I think I’m going to go with these. I liked other works by these authors, I’m hoping that these hold up the same.” You indicated to the two books in your hands. They would be enough to get you through the 2 weeks. Spencer, on the other hand, had a pile of about 30 books. It’d last him roughly the same time, maybe even less if he didn’t have a case. “Do you have enough books?” You joked, it was something you said every time he returned from the library.

“No, but they only let me borrow 30 at a time,” he laughed. It had taken him a while to convince the librarians to let him borrow so many books, but they relented once they had seen how fast he could read. You remembered that day vividly, he had been arguing with the librarians for a while, until eventually, one of them came up with the idea. The idea was that they’d choose their favourite books, and he’d prove that he could read them quickly enough to warrant him borrowing so many. A mere two hours later, he stood before them in a small room, reading off the plots, basic profiles of each character, and the themes behind the stories. Finally, the librarians believed him and allowed the system overrides that would make the over-borrowing possible. That memory still made you laugh every time.

“Dr. Reid, funny seeing you here again. Planning for a busy week? You’ve got less than normal,” the librarian joked as you walked up to the checkout counter. They loved poking a bit of fun at the genius, who knew it was light-hearted joking (you had to explain that to him the first time). He let out a light-hearted chuckle, handing the librarian the stacks of books.

Not much later, you were walking out of the library, carrying multiple bags full of books. Thankfully, you had finished your drinks, and your apartment wasn’t too far from the library. Within 10 minutes, you reached your destination, lugging the books up the stairs to your third-floor apartment.

“Thank you for tonight, Spencer, it was beautiful,” you commented once you had settled down. You were sitting on the couch across from the fireplace, a blanket pulled over your legs. Spencer sat next to you, equally bundled up under the shared blanket.

“Of course darling, I’m glad you had fun.” He smiled, leaning over to place a small peck on your lips before curling further next to you.

Sometimes your relationship was hard, but times like this made everything seem perfect.

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A/N

I wrote this one on a whim, this is my first posted draft in a while. But today I went to the library, and it just made me think of Spencer.

[underworld-of-imagines]

Bookshop Meetings - Spencer Reid

“Good morning,” you greeted as you passed the threshold of the door, the bell ringing above you as you stepped into the musty-smelling shop. Bookshops were the one and only place where you truly felt at home, somewhere you knew that nobody around would be judging you. They were also the first, and only place you had fallen in love, with books that was. You were dubious about human love, deciding to stay single rather than risking everything for human love, you had seen first-hand what it did to people. So instead, you decided to love through books, writing them or reading them, falling in love with the characters. It was the next best thing.

“Hey Y/N, I got a few of those books in that you had been looking for. Do you have any time for anything other than reading?” Doug joked as you walked up to the register, his warm smile beaming at you.

“You know I don’t Doug, my life is books,” you smiled. Walking around the counter you greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. Doug was the owner of the bookshop, he met you when you first came in in your freshman year. It was a quick friendship, you were in often, being a Creative Writing major you spent a lot of time ‘researching’. He was one of your closest friends, one of your only friends for that matter, and you loved him, platonically of course.

“I know, I know. How’s the new book coming?” He questioned, eager to read it when it came out.

“Good, I just got the final edits back. It’ll be going to press next week,” you beamed. Writing was all you had ever wanted to do, you weren’t exactly a best-selling author, but people knew of your work. Doug was your biggest supporter, he had read your books, even had a dedicated section in his store for them. He knew of the general plot of your new book, and he was beyond excited for it.

“I hope I have a note in that dedication page,” he smirked. Turning around, he started the coffee pot, letting the coffee brew in the background.

“Of course you do, Doug. How could I not acknowledge my biggest fan?” You chuckled, taking a seat on the stool he always had set aside.

“I better get a mention for all of the coffee I’ve supplied you with,” he joked, handing you the mug. You smiled graciously as you accepted it, letting the heat of the mug warm your hands. He sat down in his usual chair, pulling out a notepad and writing an idea down. Writing books was always something he had been interested in, but never felt he was good at. So as a part of your internship at the bookshop, you had offered to tutor him in writing. Now he was starting to come up with plans for a book series he had always wanted to write.

“The University of Virginia got back to me yesterday about that guest lecturing position for the creative writing degree. They were pretty excited to have me on board for the new school year. Who would have thought that I’d end up teaching there?” You laughed, sipping on the coffee. Distantly in the background, you heard the chime of the bell above the door, but you were now so used to being in the store that you hardly heard it most of the time.

“Well, one of their best students, almost a best-selling author by the age of twenty-five? They simply couldn’t deny you that position. I swear, the professors there are obsessed with you.” You nodded in agreement, they never seemed to be able to get enough of you. When the freshmen would start each year, they’d give them your contact information as an alumnus, and boasted about you constantly to their peers at other universities.

“Hi, sorry to interrupt.” You looked up from your coffee to the tall, skinny man who looked vaguely familiar.

“Dr. Reid! It’s good to see you again!” Doug cheered, quickly rounding the counter to give the man a tight hug. Dr. Reid was a familiar name, you knew him from somewhere, but you couldn’t quite place the origins.

“Hey Doug, it has been a while, work’s been crazy with all of the cases. Finally had some free time to come down here.” Dr. Reid smiled warmly, his eyes quickly meeting yours before he looked back at Doug. “I was actually looking for a certain author today, Y/N Y/L/N, someone I work with recommended her works to me. And I was hoping you sold her works.” Blushing gently, you looked back down at your coffee, how could someone so cute know of your work?

“Well Spencer, I have to say that you’re in luck. Not only do I have her complete works, but she’s also right here. Dr. Spencer Reid, meet up and coming author Y/N Y/L/N.” Doug had seen the look the two of you had shared, and he could hardly resist the opportunity to set up two of his most loyal customers.

“Hello,” Spencer greeted, awkwardly raising his hand in a small gesture.

“Hi, sorry but do I know you from somewhere?” You questioned, unable to contain your curiosity any longer.

“It’s likely, I work for the FBI, Behavioural Analysis Unit. I’ve been on TV a few times and I guest lecture at a lot of the universities nearby.” He explained, nervously stuffing his hands back into his coat pockets.

“Oh! I went to one of your lectures at University of Virginia. I was a student there at the time, I minored in psychology, and you were one of the guest lecturers for a class I took.” You recalled, you were barely 19 when you met him, and even then you thought he was incredibly cute.

“Here’s a coffee Spencer. I have some business to attend to in back so I will leave you guys to it,” Doug excused himself, handing the mug to Spencer before walking into the backroom.

“Smooth Doug, smooth,” you chuckled, looking down at your mug once again. “Well, since I’m here, I could probably recommend you some books. I vaguely recall you mentioning how fast you could read, but surely you haven’t read all of the books in this store?” Spencer glanced around, his eyes skimming over some of the titles on the shelves.

“No of course not, thousands of books come out per year, I couldn’t possibly read them all. But I have read quite a few in this shop,” Spencer commented, his fingers running over the spine of a worn book. You watched his reaction to it, the way his face changed as he read the cover, as if it was meaningful to him.

“That one has a certain meaning to you?” You questioned, leaning over to read the title, which was conveniently in French. His face turned to an expression of shock as he looked at you, most people didn’t notice micro-expressions, even less were trained to notice and translate them. “What can I say, I’m a woman of many mysteries. Here, I’ll show you where my books are.” Grabbing his hand, you watched carefully for any signs of nervousness, he seemed awkward when Doug had touched him earlier. When you didn’t notice any, you gently led him to what you had labelled ‘The Shrine’, a collection of Doug’s favourite works, most of them were yours.

“Wow you have quite the collection written already, and you’re what? 25?” Spencer questioned, looking over the book covers displayed on the shelves. “How did you manage to write all of these after your degree? That’s gotta be what, 2 and a half books a year?” You chuckled gently, shaking your head.

“Not entirely. I started university when I was 15 so I graduated when I was 19 on an advanced course. But most of these books I came up with plots for or had general ideas for throughout university. Everything else after that just came easily. So it’s more like 1 book a year.” You explained, running a hand over one of the covers.

“Impressive,” Spencer commented. He let go of your hand as he reached to grab one of the books, the comfort already leaving your system. “Which one is your favourite?” He question, running his finger over the embossed letters on the cover.

“The one you’re holding was my third, it’s my favourite published one. Although I am still very impartial to my first one, Self.” You reflected, pulling the book off of the shelf. It came to you one night when you were studying, it was about the self-realisation of a traumatised young adult, not unlike yourself.

“Well studies do show that your first time for anything does have a si-”

“Significant meaning to oneself. Yes, I know Dr. Reid,” you finished his sentence. “But Butterfly Feathers was by far my favourite to write.” You explained, watching as his slender fingers continued to trace the lettering.

“The phrase butterfly feathers makes no sense whatsoever though. Butterflies don’t have feathers so to suggest that they do is incorrect.” Spencer argued, lifting his arm to put the book back on the shelf.

You stopped him before he could put it down, partially holding the book in your hand. “For a genius you should know that the carries the meaning of the title. It’s wrong to judge it based simply off the title. I recommend that you read it Dr. Reid, find out the meaning.” Placing the book in his hands, you reached into your purse, grabbing out a business card.

“And once you do find out the meaning, feel free to call me.” You put the card in his cardigan pocket before gingerly leaning up and pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek. Before he could say anything, you turned and walked out of the store, hoping he’d be calling you very soon.

HEY GUYS!

So I know it's been a while since I've written anything for this page. Life has been hectic and I haven't exactly had the motivation to write anything. But here is something!

I'm thinking of turning this into a series, thoughts?

[sis-does-simp]

Here’s a small concept while I update you on my writing:

it’s kinda moving along lmao. I finished the smut part of my Spencer fic but I just need to do the beginning but school sucks rn so yeah. Anyways I posted this on my Instagram called @me._.lol_ if you want to follow :) it’s private rn because I had this scare but I’ll probably make it public again in the future

Thank you for all the patience and follows 🥰🥰