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Music Moods

Word Count: 604

Includes: FLUFF, Spencer explaining how he can tell readers mood off what music she's listening to (Prompt from this challenge from @imagining-in-the-margins)

You were on the jet with the rest of the team, reading one of the many novels you packed in your go-bag while listening to the Smiths with your headphones.

Or at least thats what they saw, what you were actually contemplating was giving up on your book and staring out the window for the rest of the flight. Usually you'd use Spencer as your personal pillow but he looked busy so you tried your best not to interrupt him.

In fact, you dutifully turned your head towards him, just to enjoy how he talked, which was always using hand gestures.

He however was talking about you, though you'd never be the wiser with your music blasting so loud everyone could hear it slightly.

It wasn't anything bad of course he was only discussing what he found helped to determine your moods.

It had been Derek that asked initially, "Spence why aren't you sitting with Y/n? Trouble in paradise?"

To which spencer responded, "Actually, I find that by paying attention to what artist y/n listens to I can easily determine in what radius to her she'd like me."

"That can't be real." Emily was suspicious.

Rossi however...was familiar with how relationships went about.

"I believe it may have been...my first wife, she had this thing about how she wore here hair, up meant she was going to be more extroverted and down meant not to talk to her too much...or was it the other way around?"

"Gee I wonder what went wrong there." Derek grinned,

You tried your best to follow who was talking, but it was all reading lips and you were too lazy to reach your phone across the table to pause your music.

Spencer continued to explain and your gaze landed on him, "No, he's right, whether or not we realize it, many of us do things out habit, its our subconcious essentially communicating with the rest of the world, for instance, Y/n will listen to more 80's groups or artists like The Smiths, David Bowie and Queen when she's feeling more introverted and independent. As when we go out together she's more likely to put on more recent artists like Lana Del Rey and Lizzo because she's feeling extroverted."

Even Hotch was invested now, "But how do you know she just doesn't want to hear a specific song, written by one or the other?"

"Well I also like to take into account the beat and message of the songs, one of her favorite songs is 'Losing My Religion' by R.E.M and though the group was founded in the late 80's this specific song is more up-beat and has, like most 80's songs more of an 'all or nothing' message."

JJ spoke up now, "But what if its her favorite song? I mean like you said it is, so how do you know she doesn't just want to hear it, bad or good mood?"

Your eyes followed back to him as He smiled at the challenge, "People will gravitate more to songs that express their emotions, and often will shy away from playing a favorite of theirs as to not ruin the euphoric feeling they get when hearing the song with that of a gloomy memory."

The last question you did hear though, as you finally paused your music and could hear Emily try one last time, raising an eyebrow at what you could only assume was Spencer's consistent rants.

"And when you can't hear her music, how do you determine her mood?"

He looked to you then, catching your gaze and wiggling his fingers like a magician.

"Boyfriend instincts."

[talaok]

platonic(?)!spencer reid x gn!reader reader gets friendzoned and calls spence to feel a bit better-- the mf shows up to their door with snacks. reader is all hurt so crying before spence hugs them and they just melt d o w n and spence tells them how amazing/beautiful/handsome etc they are and how much they deserve can you tell I'm having a bad day LMFAO THANK YOU SO MUCH IF YOU WRITE THIS MWAH MWAH TAKE CARE OF URSELF <333

I looove this idea sm. also, I've never written a gn reader so if I've done something wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

"What happened?"

you had just said hi, and somehow, he'd already figured something was wrong.

"Nothing it's-" a sob fell from your lips-

"hey..." he cooed, worry tracing his tone "What is it y/n?"

"I-" you felt hot tears fill your eyes again, "I talked to Thomas"

"That's good, right?"

"well he-" another sob, "he said he doesn't want-" you paused, sighing deeply "he doesn't want to be with me" you fully cried now 

"he said he just sees me as a friend"

Spencer felt his heart skip a beat.

It was as if he could physically feel your pain.

"I'm sorry y/n" was all he could say "he doesn't deserve you" he said "I mean who would say no to you?"

"him, apparently" you forced a laugh.

"I'm coming over," he said, resolute

"no Spence you don't have to-"

"I'm coming over y/n, don't even start" he decided, and you heard shuffling as he probably got up

You paused, as you took a deep breath.

"thank you" you could only whisper.

"you don't have to thank me" he shook his head "I'll be there soon"

__ __ __

You felt like you had just hung up the phone when he knocked at your door.

"hey" you said weekly

"hi" he whispered, not even giving you the time to fully open the door before wrapping his arms around you.

"I'm sorry" he murmured, your head was against his chest as he smoothed your hair, "he's an asshole" 

You chuckled a bit, as tears streamed down your cheeks nonetheless.

You hated how pathetic you looked. Crying over a guy like you were 16, but there was nothing you could do, the tears just never seemed to stop.

"no hey" he leaned away to look at you "Don't cry over him," he said "I'm here" his eyes were full of worry as they dug into yours "and even if I might not be as handsome as that other guy" you laughed "I, at least, come bearing gifts"

"you're serious?" you asked, sniffling, and he reached back outside the door, his hand coming back full.

chips in one, and chocolates in the other.

You were beaming.

"I love you Spence" you squeaked, hugging him so tight he probably couldn't breathe.

"hey there, now, don't go overboard"

" 'm not" you mumbled against him "Thank you so much," you said, and then, just like that, the tears started again.

It was like a waterfall with a broken dam.

"no hey" he moved some hair out of your face "Here, let's sit down" he suggested, closing the door and guiding you to the couch.

countless used tissues sat on it, and Spencer felt his heart break as he saw you reach for a new one to dry your tears.

He had tried comprehending what you'd told him after you'd called him, he had tried to wrap his head around it, but the truth was, he couldn't understand.

He couldn't understand how someone reject you, how someone could not love you.

"I'm sorry I'm just-" you sobbed "I don't understand" you cried "I feel like every person I like doesn't want to have anything to do with me"

"That's not true " he spoke, sitting beside you 

"but it is"

"y/n you have men and women falling at your knees everywhere you go, you do realize that right?"

You chuckled "But not the ones I like"

"that's because they're stupid"

You wanted to laugh, but the weight on your chest impeded you to.

"I just-" you looked up at him "I don't-" a sob climbed up your throat "I don't know what's wrong with me"

"y/n " he stopped you immediately, holding your face between his hands "you are the most brilliant, beautiful, and amazing person I've ever met," he said "You deserve the world and everything else there is to deserve" he explained "there is nothing wrong with you, if anything, you're too perfect"

You were shuddering as his words warmed your heart.

"so please don't think even for a second that anyone who'd be with you wouldn't be the luckiest person on earth, because they would" he promised "and if Thomas can't see that then he's clearly not even remotely good enough for you, y/n"

His thumb was troaking your cheek so gently you felt like you could melt.

"you'll find the right person, who will see you for all you really are," he said "I promise" 

"who, when?" you asked, 

me, now. A familiar voice inside of him suggested, but he quickly silenced it.

"I don't know" he welcomed you as you snuggled closer to him, hugging him once more "but I'm sure you will"

[meowiemari]

I really love this whole situation with dom drop and how it works. I only ever known about BSDM like about what it is but never the parts you hav to be careful for. I love How Stella handle the situation with Spencer and how Spencer explained. This is wonderful writing.

Sticks and Stones - Chapter 6 [Spencer Reid x fem! Reader]

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A/N - here is chapter 6! Lyrics are from Carefully by Demi Lovato, which you can listen to here.

/// indicates change of perspective. Starts in Spencer's POV.

This fic is a slow burn. Strangers to friends to very eventual lovers. Smut to come in later chapters but you will have to bear with it!

CW: mentions of dom drop and brief mentions of BDSM world, angst, angry Spencer, a few swears.

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Chapter 6 - Carefully

Intoxicating,

My insecurities don’t take vacations.

So, babe, if you think you can handle me,

Please handle me carefully.

I found Dahlia in the round table room with Penelope, Tara and Rossi. She wasn’t crying anymore, she was staring numbly at the wall.

“She hasn’t said anything, just keeps staring at the wall.” Rossi whispered to me as I arrived with Stella in tow.

“What the fuck did JJ say to her?” I hissed at Emily.

“I don’t really know.” Emily shrugged. “I’ve sent her home to cool off.”

I sighed loudly, still clenching my jaw to the point it was aching.

I stepped into the room and was awash with emotions but none of them were good.

My body flooded with anger, at whom I wasn’t sure. But I knew it was going to find its way out as soon as I opened my mouth.

“Can you not keep it together for an hour while I go home and change?”

My words made her snap her gaze away from the wall and her eyes landed on me.

“W-what?” her lip quivered.

“Do I seriously have to babysit you every second of the day?”

“Reid!” Garcia scalded me but I ignored her.

“Seriously, I haven’t had a minute's peace since she arrived here. Your asshole boyfriend isn’t worth crying over sweetheart.”

“Spencer!” Stella grabbed me by my shoulder a little roughly. “Stop it!”

“I-I don’t understand.” Y/N started crying and Garcia put her arm around the fragile woman.

“Understand this, you are a pain in-“

“Spencer!” Stella cut me off. “With me, now.” She grabbed my arm and tugged me with her while the others watched in confusion as she dragged me out of the room.

“Spencer, you know what this is right?” She spoke once we were out of earshot of everyone.

“This is work Stella, that’s what it is.” I folded my arms.

“No Spencer, this is a Dom drop. Do you remember when we first started this? You explained it to me. The signs, what to look out for.”

“So there’s also a thing called Dom drop that you should be aware of.”

“There’s a lot to this.” Stella laughed a little. “Ok shoot Doc.”

“It’s a sensation of restlessness, depression, guilt and anger and can last a few hours after a scene. I might become despondent and try to push you away. I might even become hyper aggressive. I need you to know in case that ever happens.” I explained to her.

“Ok.” She nodded. “So what do I need to do if you experience this?”

“Well there are a few things…”

“This isn’t that. I’m just pissed off.” I shook my head in denial.

“Spencer Reid,” she put her hands on my shoulders. “You are experiencing Dom drop and I am here for you. If you need to talk or anything I am here.”

She moved behind me, her hands still on my shoulders and she started massaging them.

“It’s ok Spence, play is over. You can let go. You can relax.”

“Can I?” I grumbled, closing my eyes and trying to focus on the feel of her hands on my shoulders.

“Yes, you can. You did nothing wrong. It was just a scene, you are nothing like him.”

I always thought Stella had the ability to read my mind. This felt like proof.

“You need to come down, Pony. Come back to reality. Come back to me.”

What had I done? How could I yell at Y/N like that? She was already terrified and I’d just made everything ten times worse.

“What was that?”

When I opened my eyes Tara was in front of me, eyebrows raised.

“What was that?” she repeated as Stella let go of my shoulders, but stayed close.

“I don’t know.” I admitted. “I don’t know. God, I need to apologize to her.” I rushed away from the two women and back towards the round table room.

Rossi was crouched beside her, trying to calm her while Garcia had her arm around her.

“Dahlia,” I approached with caution. But the damage was done.

She whimpered, shuffling behind Garcia to shield me from her.

“Dahlia, I am so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

“I’m going to talk for her.” Garcia growled at me. She had never spoken to me like that before. “You crossed a line, Reid, a huge line. She trusted you to take care of her and you ruined that. She doesn’t want to talk to you. She doesn’t want to see you.”

I looked at Y/N over Garcia’s shoulder but she wouldn’t make eye contact with me. I didn’t blame her.

“We found Hawthorne.” Rossi spoke up now.

“What?” I gasped a little.

“He’s in custody. We found him while you were...doing whatever it is that you were doing at home.” Rossi looked disappointed in me.

“I was showering and grabbing a change of clothes.” my words didn’t sound convincing.

“Funny seeing as you were wearing that when you left.” Garcia scoffed. “And you smell worse than you did a few hours ago.”

“Y/N is going home.” Rossi spoke again before I had a chance to defend myself. “I suggest you do the same too, kid. Sleep off whatever this is.”

“Y/N, please,” I ignored him. “Please let me explain.”

She whimpered again. She was afraid of me. She was afraid of me the same way she was afraid of Brett. It tore apart my chest. The way she was cowering away from me was like a knife cutting me open, exposing my insides to the world. But I had no one to blame but myself.

I knew if I tried to force my apology on her I would only make her more frightened so I retreated, knowing in the long run it was for the best.

I stepped aside, clearing a space for Rossi and Garcia to lead her from the room, like two mismatched bodyguards.

As she passed she made the briefest of eye contact with me, long enough so I could see what my words had done to her. She didn’t trust easily, that much was evident. But she’d trusted me, and I’d thrown it back in her face.

I’d only ever wanted to make her smile. But somehow I had done the complete opposite. And I wondered if that would ever stop hurting.

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It went to show how little I had really gotten to know Doctor Reid when he spoke to me like that. I shouldn’t have been surprised. I certainly shouldn’t have been as upset as I was about it.

I’d spent less than a week with him and somehow managed to fool myself that I knew him.

I would wonder how someone could hide the real version of themselves so well if I hadn’t just found out I’d spent eleven years of my life with a serial killer.

Nothing surprised me now. So I wasn’t shocked by Doctor Reid’s outburst. I was upset, I scared, I was confused; but not surprised.

Maybe this was just the way things were going to be now, people were going to constantly let me down.

That’s just great. That’s just what I need.

It felt like I’d been away from my house for years. Nothing had changed, it was all as I’d left it. But everything was different.

I feel like a stranger in these walls. It was as though I’d never stepped foot in this house in my life until this second.

Nothing was different than it had been a few days ago, only everything was different. And it would never be the same again.

I didn’t even turn on the lights, didn’t make it past the living room.

The events of the last few days came crumbling down on me. My fiancé was a serial killer. My fiancé had been killing women for five years and I’d been none the wiser.

How? How could that be possible? Had I really buried my head so far in the sand I hadn’t seen the signs?

My legs gave out under the weight of it all and I collapsed on the floor, tears streaming down my face.

And I started to scream. There was so much pent up inside of me and it seemed the only way to let it out.

So I screamed and I cried. Then I cried and I screamed. And even when my tear ducts felt dry and my throat was raw I cried and I screamed some more.

///

“We need to talk about what happened.” I was halfway to my bedroom when Stella stopped me with her words.

I sighed loudly.

“Not now Stella. I need to sleep off this god awful day. I don’t have any talk in me.”

“Fine,” she huffed. “You don’t want to talk fine. But you are damn sure going to listen.”

She took hold of me by my wrist and pulled me to the couch which didn’t take a lot of effort on her part because I was too exhausted to fight.

“You are a good person Spencer Reid, one of the best in fact.” She took hold of my hands. “You are nothing like that man, nothing do you hear me? You are kind and you are sweet. You always take care of me, a cruel man wouldn’t do that. You always make sure I’m ok above all else. I know this is scary for you because you’ve never experienced a drop before but we both knew it was always a possibility. It was a momentary state Spencer, it does not define you as a person.”

“She trusted me,” I snatched my hands out of hers. “She trusted me, she opened up to me and I completely fucking shattered that in the space of five minutes.”

Stella squeezed my knee, giving me a sympathetic smile.

“It was out of your control, Spence.”

“That’s the worst part.” I shook my head sadly.

Just then my phone started to ring and I considered just ignoring it because I was exhausted. But I knew I couldn’t.

With a large sigh I put the device to my ear.

“Reid.” I held my breath. There couldn’t be another case already, surely? “What? No, I’m glad you called. I’ll head right over.”

I was already up and heading to the door before I hung up the phone.

“What’s going on?” Stella was frowning at me. “You don’t have to go back to Quantico do you?”

“No, not Quantico.” I grabbed my bag. “I’ll explain later, ok?”

She gave me a look as though she was going to press it but she didn’t.

“Just be careful, yeah?”

I smiled softly at her and nodded.

“I always am.”

***

The house seemed quiet by the time I arrived and all the lights were off.

I know she wouldn’t want to see me, I was the last person she would want to see, but I had to make sure she was ok.

I knocked quietly on the door hoping not to startle her. But there was no answer. I tried one more time but again she didn’t answer.

So I tried the handle. To my surprise the door was unlocked. I suppose after spending years locked in she wasn’t in a hurry to repeat that.

“Y/N?” I called out into the dark as I entered, hand on the butt of my gun ready to draw it, just in case. “Y/N? It’s me, Spencer.”

I heard a sniffling followed by, “go a-away I don’t want you h-here.”

I followed the voice and found her sitting in the corner of the room with her back against the wall and her knees pulled up to her chest.

The moonlight seeped in through the open curtains and I could see the tear stains on her cheeks.

“Dahlia?” I removed my hand from my holstered weapon.

“Please g-go away. You are the last p-person I want to see.” She wouldn’t make eye contact with me. We’d gone back to square one.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Why are you h-here?” She tried to sound angry but she only sounded broken.

“Your neighbours called the police, they heard screaming. Emily heard about it and called me. She thought it would be better for me to come than the cops.”

“I don’t want you here.”

I noticed then she was picking at the stitches on her wrist.

I dropped to the floor next to her and took hold of her elbow, guiding her arm away from her fidgeting fingers.

She flinched a little at my touch and it shattered me.

“You’ll hurt yourself.”

“So?” She sniffed. “P-please leave.”

She shuffled away from me, the fear evident in her eyes.

She was scared of me. It killed me, but I knew it was my own fault.

“I am so, so sorry for what I said to you and how I acted Dahlia. The last thing I ever wanted to do was scare you.”

“I t-trusted you. You knew what h-he did to me.”

I wanted to reach for her, to hold her but I didn’t want to scare her more.

“Y/N, I’m not that man, I swear.” I was desperate not to cry, but the guilt was consuming me. “I hate that you’re scared of me now.”

“L-leave then. I’ll feel b-better if you leave.”

“I can’t in good conscience leave you like this.”

She still refused to look at me. I knew I was going to have to be straight with her.

“Look Dahlia, this is by no means a good excuse for the way I acted but you need to know why I reacted like that.” I sighed. “I suppose the simplest way to put it is I’m into BDSM. Stella, the woman who was with me, is my submissive and she has been for years. Just before I came back to Quantico we had done a scene. And for the first time I was experiencing what is known as a Dom drop. It’s when your mind can’t quite accept a scene is over and you get stuck in this dominant state. The man that yelled at you was someone I usually leave in the bedroom. I didn’t have a chance to properly adjust afterwards. Like I say, it’s not an excuse, it’s just what happened.”

Finally she turned to look at me.

Her face was a picture of confusion which I anticipated. People found it hard to understand the lifestyle.

“I don’t understand.”

I nodded, knowing I needed to elaborate.

“During a scene the body is releasing dopamine which is giving this high and as soon as the scene is over there is this sudden drop in hormones. During a scene our bodies tap into our sugar content, which leads to lower sugar levels which can make us feel irritable. Also the release of oxytocin can be accompanied by vasopressin which induces feelings of possession and territoriality. Does that make sense? I was in an altered state. It wasn’t me. I mean it was me, but it wasn’t me.” I was rambling, my words coming out faster than I was sure she could process them.

“Regardless of chemicals, you hurt me Spencer. You scared me. I t-trusted you.”

“I know I did Dahlia, and I am so, so sorry.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?” she chewed her lip with a frown.

And I could have lied to her, but I didn’t.

“During the Victorian era, Dahlia flowers symbolised a lasting bond or a lifelong commitment between two people. In the present day they are a symbol to commemorate something new. Meeting you was something my mind wanted to mark and I don’t know what it is but as soon as I laid eyes on you I knew I was bound to you. In what way I’m not sure. But Dahlia just seemed fitting.” I probably sounded crazy, but I wasn’t going to lie to her. I would never lie to her.

“You’re a very interesting man Spencer.” she replied, making me chuckle a little.

“Does that mean I’m forgiven?”

She mused on this for a moment, I’m not sure if she was trying to make me stew or not. Either way it was working.

“I’m not sure forgiven is the right word. But I do appreciate your honesty. You know, you remind me of the Seeker from the book.” Then she gave me the slightest hint of a smile.

And I knew more than ever that I was most certainly bound to this woman.

///

Spencer stayed with me for several hours, sitting on the floor in the dark side by side.

We mostly discussed Wizard's First Rule now I was finished reading it and he was telling me about the rest of the books in the series.

I hung off his every word. I meant it when I said he was interesting although fascinating would have been a better linguistic choice. He spoke with passion no matter the subject and it enthralled me.

By the time he stood from the floor and helped me up, the sun was starting to rise.

“Take my number.” He fished his card out of his satchel and handed it to me. “In case you ever need anything. Even if it’s just for the next book.”

I nodded slightly, taking the card although I wasn’t sure I would ever use it.

“What do you think you’ll do now?” He asked me as I walked him to the door.

“I honestly don’t know. I have a lot of things to process before I can even start thinking about rebuilding my life.” I opened the door for him, it was still a new experience being able to open my own front door.

“Well if you ever need help processing…” he trailed off as he stepped out onto the porch.

“Thanks.” I nodded.

We held each other's gaze for several long seconds. There seemed to be so much unsaid between us in those moments.

Some many words passed subconsciously between us, all the things we were both too afraid to say out loud.

But I knew he understood me. And I understood him.

After a little while he gave me a thoughtful smile.

“Well, goodbye Dahlia.”

“Goodbye Seeker.”

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Summary: Famous singer-songwriter [Your Stage Name] and FBI profiler Dr. Spencer Reid have been secretly dating for four years, having met before her rise to stardom. As their relationship remains hidden from the public eye, an unexpected series of events—including an enthusiastic Penelope Garcia desperate for concert tickets—leads to their secret being revealed.

Warnings: Fame-related themes: Mentions of paparazzi, invasive media, and public scrutiny. Mild language, Romance, and Emotional topics

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Spencer Reid had always considered himself a creature of habit. He liked routine. He liked predictability. But four years ago, he walked into a tiny café in Georgetown, and everything he thought he knew about his life changed.

The café had been unassuming—just a place he stopped at to recharge after an exhausting case. He was halfway through a book on early Mesopotamian cuneiform when your voice floated over him, soft but commanding. Spencer looked up from his page, his focus immediately stolen by you, standing on a small makeshift stage with a guitar.

You weren’t just good. You were breathtaking. Your lyrics were raw and poignant, carrying an intimacy that felt as though they’d been written from his own heart. You sang about vulnerability, love, and the fear of being misunderstood—concepts Spencer knew all too well.

After your set, he intended to leave quietly, but you stopped him.

“Did you enjoy the show?” you asked, your voice warm and inviting.

Spencer stammered, unused to being addressed so directly. “Uh, yes. You’re… very talented. Your lyrics—there’s an honesty to them. It’s rare to see someone articulate emotion so effectively.”

You smiled, charmed by his nervousness. “Thanks. It’s rare to meet someone who can actually articulate their feelings about my music.”

From that night on, Spencer was hooked—not just on your music but on you. You exchanged numbers, and what started as casual conversations about art and literature blossomed into something deeper. For two years, you were each other’s anchors, finding solace in each other’s differences.

Then, everything changed. One of your songs went viral. Record labels came calling. Your debut album skyrocketed to the top of the charts, and suddenly, you were everywhere—magazine covers, award shows, and the playlists of millions.

Through it all, Spencer remained your constant, your sanctuary. But fame brought scrutiny, and you both agreed early on to keep your relationship a secret. It wasn’t just for his privacy but for yours too. You wanted what you had with Spencer to stay pure, untouched by the chaos of your public persona.

Two years into your stardom, life was a whirlwind of rehearsals, interviews, and sold-out shows. But at home, things were wonderfully ordinary. You and Spencer still spent your evenings debating books, watching obscure documentaries, and writing songs that you sometimes teased were “for an audience of one.”

One evening, Spencer sat at his desk in the BAU bullpen, immersed in paperwork, when Penelope Garcia burst into the room, her energy as vibrant as her brightly colored outfit.

“Oh. My. God,” she announced, clapping her hands together. “I just found out that [Your Stage Name] is performing in D.C. next month! It’s like the heavens are smiling upon us, you guys!”

Spencer froze, his pen hovering over the paper.

Emily Prentiss raised an eyebrow. “You’re really into her, huh?”

“Are you kidding?” Garcia exclaimed, practically bouncing. “She’s the voice of a generation. Her lyrics speak to my soul. But,” she sighed dramatically, “the tickets sold out in seconds. So now, I’m doomed to live vicariously through concert clips on TikTok.”

Spencer hid a small smile behind his hand. That evening, as you sprawled across the couch, humming the melody of a new song, he recounted Garcia’s predicament.

“Poor Penelope,” you said with a chuckle. “She sounds like such a sweetheart. I wish I could give her tickets.”

Spencer hesitated. “You could…”

You turned to him, grinning. “Tell you what. You give them to her and say a friend got them for you. She’ll never have to know the truth.”

Spencer tilted his head. “You’re really okay with that?”

“Of course. She’s my fan! Besides,” you added, smirking, “I think it’s adorable how much she loves me. Almost as much as you do.”

A week later, Spencer handed Garcia two VIP tickets.

“A friend had extras,” he explained casually.

Garcia stared at the tickets as if they were made of gold. Then she threw her arms around him. “I knew there was a reason you’re my favorite genius!”

On the night of the concert, the BAU team arrived at the venue, buzzing with anticipation. Garcia had outdone herself, wearing a sequined jacket with your name bedazzled across the back.

Spencer stayed a step behind the group, his heart pounding as he saw your name in lights. It wasn’t his first time attending one of your shows, but it was the first time he’d be here as just another face in the crowd.

When the lights dimmed and you took the stage, the arena erupted into cheers. Spencer watched, mesmerized, as you commanded the audience. You were magnetic, effortlessly moving between heartfelt ballads and upbeat anthems.

Then, you paused, your eyes scanning the crowd. “This next song is special,” you said, your voice warm but tinged with vulnerability. “It’s about someone who sees the real me, even when the world doesn’t.”

The first notes of the song filled the air, and Spencer felt his breath catch. It was his song—the one you’d written just for him.

Backstage after the show, the team was led to your dressing room, courtesy of the VIP passes. When the door opened, Garcia froze.

There you were, your arms around Spencer as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You’re…you’re dating [Your Stage Name]?” Garcia squeaked, her voice high-pitched with disbelief.

Garcia blinked at your outstretched hand before letting out a high-pitched squeal and pulling you into a hug. “Oh my gosh, you’re real. And you’re dating Spencer?! This is the best day of my life!”

The rest of the team quickly recovered from their shock.

“Well, Pretty Boy,” Morgan teased, crossing his arms with a smirk, “you’ve been holding out on us. How’d you land the biggest pop star in the world?”

Spencer adjusted his glasses nervously, but you just laughed, slipping your hand into his. “He doesn’t have to do much. He’s Spencer Reid—how could I not fall for him?”

The group spent the next hour chatting, and you made sure each of them felt at ease. You even invited Garcia to play with some of your stage props, much to her delight.

The next morning, photos of you and Spencer together backstage leaked online. A fan had snapped a blurry shot of you holding hands and posted it with the caption: Did anyone else see [Your Stage Name] with some mystery guy? Who is he???

At first, it was just speculation. But the internet quickly did what it did best—digging. By mid-afternoon, Spencer’s name was trending, along with side-by-side comparisons of the two of you. Fans pored over your lyrics, analyzing them for clues.

The BAU team tried to shield Spencer from the chaos, but he wasn’t bothered. You, however, were worried. “Are you okay with this?” you asked him over the phone, pacing in your living room. “Your life is so private. I don’t want to ruin that.”

Spencer’s voice was steady. “You’re not ruining anything. If this is the price of being with you, I’ll pay it. Besides, they’ll lose interest eventually.”

But they didn’t. Within days, reporters camped outside the BAU office, hoping to catch a glimpse of “Dr. Love,” as the tabloids had started calling Spencer. Fans flooded his social media accounts with messages, some supportive, others invasive.

Two weeks later, you decided to take control of the narrative. You posted a picture on your Instagram of you and Spencer sitting on your couch, a book open between you.

The caption read: For years, I’ve kept this part of my life private because I wanted something that was just mine. But this man—this incredible, brilliant, kind man—has been my anchor through it all. He’s my person. And I couldn’t be prouder to share him with the world.

The response was overwhelming. Fans flooded the comments with love and support. Many praised how grounded and genuine your relationship seemed, calling it a “real-life fairytale.”

The next day, Spencer was stopped on the street by a group of your fans.

“You’re Dr. Reid, right?” one of them asked, her eyes wide with excitement.

“Uh, yes,” he said, awkwardly adjusting his satchel.

“Can we just say… you’re, like, the cutest couple ever? She’s lucky to have you.”

Spencer smiled, a little overwhelmed but touched. “Thank you. I’m the lucky one.”

Over the next few months, you and Spencer found a new rhythm. It wasn’t always easy—paparazzi were relentless, and internet trolls occasionally reared their heads—but you faced it together.

The BAU team became fiercely protective of Spencer, treating any criticism of your relationship like a personal attack. Garcia even started a fan page called “Team SpenStar,” which quickly gained traction.

Through it all, your bond only deepened. Spencer began accompanying you to red carpet events, looking dashing in his tailored suits. You started spending quiet weekends at the BAU office, bringing donuts for the team and brainstorming song ideas in the corner while Spencer worked.

One night, after a particularly hectic gala, you curled up on the couch with Spencer, your head on his chest. “Do you ever regret this?” you asked softly.

“Never,” he said without hesitation, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Not even the crazy fans?”

“Not even them. You’re worth it.”

You smiled, closing your eyes as his arms tightened around you. Fame had brought its challenges, but in the end, love—real, enduring love—was stronger than any headline. Together, you could handle anything.

[putmeinmoviebaby]

Arriving at the FBI headquarters in Quantico, I walk through the huge door towards the elevator. It was exactly 2:30 in the morning when I received a call from Garcia saying we had a new case.

As I walk through the elevator door, I hear a voice shouting in front of me, breaking me out of my thoughts.

“Y/N, HOLD THE DOOR, PLEASE!” Looking at the voice ahead, I see JJ and Reid approaching.

The two were coming towards me when the door was about to close, so I immediately held it open.

"Thank you. How was your weekend? I imagine it was more exciting than mine." JJ says as she gets into the elevator with Spencer, standing next to me.

"Ah, it was a lot of chaos. My neighbor set the kitchen on fire and I had to help her put it out," I say, rubbing my eyes in an attempt to get rid of the sleep.

“It is known that the biggest cause of house fires is neglect of the electrical system and lack of maintenance,” says Reid as he takes a sip of coffee in his hands.

“Actually, she was trying to make a cake and ended up setting the kitchen on fire. She’s a 66-year-old woman,” I explain as I lean against the wall of the elevator. "Wait, shouldn't you go out to dinner with Will? It was all arranged."

"Oh, I wish I could, but my babysitter got sick, and I had to cancel everything."

"I can't believe it, what bad luck! Everything was arranged for you to celebrate your wedding anniversary. You could have called me; I would have watched Henry for you."

"No, I couldn't do that. The last case left us all exhausted; we needed some rest."

As I hear her words, the elevator doors open, leading us to step out.

Ahead, I spot Derek with a mug in his hands, heading toward the meeting room.

I drop my things on the table in front of Emily and make my way to the room.

Upon arriving, I sit in the chair next to Spencer and Emily, who greets me with a smile and a pat on the back.

"Since everyone is already here, I will start presenting today’s case. Our Atlanta office informed us about a serial killer; two prostitutes have been stabbed and repositioned in the past two weeks," Garcia says, displaying the photos of the victims' bodies on the screen.

---------------------------------------------------

"Oh God, my back is killing me," I hear Rossi’s voice as he exits the jet.

I let out a low laugh and glance sideways at him. "Age catches up with everyone, Agent Rossi," I say, grabbing my bag after returning from Atlanta, where we solved another case.

As I move forward, getting closer to Reid, I see JJ running to catch up with me.

"Y/n, could you do me a favor? I don’t know if you have plans for tonight, but I managed to reschedule my restaurant reservation, and it’s only for today." "Could you watch Harry for me tonight?"

"Of course, go have fun, you guys deserve it," I say, giving JJ’s shoulder a squeeze. "Besides, I love Harry. He’s a really fun kid, way better than spending the night watching Friends."

"I can help you," I hear Reid’s voice say, who was walking next to me. "If you want, I can just go home."

I look at his face and smile.

"It would be lovely to have Dr. Spencer Reid’s company," I say playfully.

"Okay, I’ll see you two at 8," I hear JJ say as she heads toward her car.

As time passes, I park my car on the corner of JJ's house and soon see Spencer’s car nearby.

Getting out of the car, I lock it and head toward JJ's house, knocking on the door, which is quickly opened by Will.

"Y/n, how are you? Come in, JJ is finishing getting ready, and Spencer is in the kitchen with Harry."

"Oh, hey Will, I’m good. I’ll leave my bag here in the living room," I say, walking toward the living room and placing my bag on the side table.

Turning toward the kitchen, I soon see Spencer with Harry, playing a word search game.

Spencer was wearing his dark blue cardigan along with his glasses, making him even more attractive in my eyes.

He was so focused that he hardly noticed my presence upon arriving in the kitchen. Harry, who spotted me right away, came running toward me, throwing his arms around my shoulders and hugging me.

"Oh Harry, I’ve missed you! It’s been so long since I last saw you. You’re getting bigger every day," I say while still hugging him.

"Soon I’ll be taller than you" I hear him say, which makes me laugh.

"That won’t be hard, Harry, since height isn’t my strong suit," I say, releasing Harry from the hug and looking at Spencer, who was watching me with a sideways smile. I walk over to him and sit in the chair next to him.

"Good evening, Dr. Spencer Reid. Have you found all 1,000 the crosswords?" I ask, noticing the pencil in his hand.

"Yes, this was the last one," he says while writing in the leaf.

"The Spencer is really fast,Y/n. He’s the best at word searches," I hear Harry say with admiration.

"Oh, I’m sure he is," I say, looking in his direction, which makes him look back at my face.

His expression showed a mix of embarrassment and happiness. JJ enters the kitchen with Will.

"I don’t know how to thank you two for this," I hear JJ say.

"Don’t mention it, you’d do the same if we needed it. You look beautiful," I say, looking at her, which makes her let out a soft laugh.

"Thanks, the restaurant is a bit far from the city. If anything comes up, you can call me. I should be back by around 11," JJ says, heading toward Harry, kissing his cheek and ruffling his hair.

"Okay, Harry and I are going to throw a big party. In the meantime," I say, looking at Harry, who lets out a laugh.

"Oh, I’m sure of that," JJ says, laughing, as she heads toward the door with Will. "Bye, see you later." I soon see her closing the door.

"Can we order pizza?"

"Oh, Harry, you read my mind. That’s exactly what we’re going to do," I say, grabbing my phone to call the pizzeria.

"While we wait, why don’t we watch Jurassic Park?" I see Harry’s body jump in excitement, and we head to the living room, where he lays down on the couch to watch the movie.

I see Spencer sitting next to me and Harry laying his head in my lap.

"Did you manage to get some sleep?" I hear Spencer’s soft voice ask.

I look in his direction and let out a low sigh. "I wish I could, but I couldn’t sleep last night. I was too anxious about the last case."

"It’s okay, your body is stressed and anxious with your daily life. You have a job that demands a lot from your mental health."

"I often feel incapable, like I won’t be able to carry on, but I remind myself that I need to be strong, or I’ll fall apart."

"You don’t have to be strong all the time. It’s impossible to be, rationally speaking. Let yourself fall apart once in a while."

I let my body relax, feeling a little lighter, and rest my face on Spencer’s shoulder, which surprises him at first. Soon, he wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer and running his hand through my hair.

"It’s okay, you don’t need to be strong around me. You know that." I hear his voice whispering in my ear: "I’m here. You can call me when you can’t sleep, and I’ll read you the story of Snow White, which was your favorite when you were a child."

Hearing what he said makes me let out a soft laugh, and I hide my face in his neck, causing him to feel shivers.

"Oh, I’ll definitely remember that. So, wait for my call in the middle of the night for you to read me the story of Snow White."

"That won’t be a problem; I know the story by heart. I used to read stories to my mom when she had episodes."

"That’s really sweet; you’re definitely a great son." "I’m terrible at reading in public. I get really nervous," I say softly, looking at Spencer’s hands now resting in his lap.

"When we read or speak in public, the first thing our body thinks before we start is that we’re being threatened. And when we feel that way, biochemical reactions happen naturally in our body, which help us get out of the threatening situation," I hear Spencer say.

"I love it when you do that," I say, still looking at his hands.

"Do what?" He asks, looking at my face with a curious expression, raising an eyebrow.

"When you start to ramble about something," I say, laughing and watching his face heat up.

"Oh, the rest of the team hates it because they think I talk too much, which isn’t entirely untrue," I hear him say.

Hearing your words makes me laugh as I see a slight smile forming on your lips; sometimes, Reid seemed like a "little boy" seeking his parents' attention.

"Don't worry, you always have me, you know that," I say, leaning my shoulder against yours in an attempt to get closer to your body.

I see a slight smile on your face now, and your light brown eyes are fixed on mine as your hand moves toward my face, resting on my cheek for a few moments before leaning in to leave a kiss there.

It makes me feel a sigh in my chest, completely losing myself in those eyes and long brown hair that make my heart warm and alive.

The End

[ionlyreadfivebookslastweek]

Heart Attack

Saturday morning dawned bright and sunny, but Spencer had every intention to stay cooped up inside all day. It wasn’t often that the team had a Saturday off and all he wanted to do was spend it cuddled up on the couch with you watching Dr. Who all day long.

He had gotten up before you and was waiting for you to come out to the living room so the two of you could get started on your day of doing nothing.

“Good morning!” you chirped as you entered the room.

“Good morning,” he replied.

You walked over to him and gave him a small peck on the lips before walking off to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. You brought it back into the living room and set it on the end table before sitting on the ground and starting to stretch.

“What are you doing?” He questioned, noticing you were in workout attire.

“Morgan and I are going for a run. He says he’ll be over in about fifteen minutes.”

“But I thought we were going to watch Dr. Who today?”

“We can still do that! You can start watching on your own and I’ll join you when I get back,” you explained as you stretched her back. You then stood up and reached down towards your toes, stretching your legs. “Are you mad at me?”

“It was supposed to be our day to spend together,” Spencer pouted. He looked up and noticed you bent over. “But uh, n-no. I guess it’s ok.”

You giggled. Loving that you made him stutter. When you finished stretching, you took a seat next to him and wrapped your arms around him. “It’s just a run. I won’t be gone long, ok?” You leaned into him and kissed his cheek.

He brushed a stray hair from your face. “Ok.”

There was a knock at the door. You jumped up and went to answer it.

“Hey, pretty girl. Ready to go?” Morgan asked when you opened the door.

“Almost. Come on in, I need to put my shoes on and grab my bag.” He obliged as you hurried to finish getting ready. Before leaving, you went back over to Spencer and told him you’d be back in a bit. You gave him a peck on the lips before leaving the apartment with Morgan.

~~~~~~~~~~

You and Morgan finished your run around the National Mall, coming to a stop at the edge of the reflecting pool.

As you took a drink from your water, Morgan asked, “You hungry?”

You put the drink back in your drawstring bag and nodded. “Yeah, a little bit.”

“Wanna go get brunch? My treat,” he offered.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

You headed back to the car and went to get some food.

By the time you got back to the apartment, it was around 12:30 already.

When Spencer heard the door shut behind you as you entered the apartment, he called out to you, asking, “Where’ve you been? Three hours is more than ‘a bit’.”

You took off your shoes and set your bag down before going to greet him. “We decided to grab some brunch after our run,” you explained, taking a seat on his lap.

“You didn’t think to let me know? I’ve been sitting here waiting for you to walk through that door for 2 hours!”

“I’m sorry,” you said, trying to get him to look at you. “I brought you back a muffin.”

He looked up and you smiled. “Chocolate chip?”

You laughed. “Yes, chocolate chip!” He leaned in and kissed you. When he moved his hands to your waist, you broke the kiss and pushed him away slightly. “I really need to go take a shower,” you told him.

“But-”

“Nope!” You got up and grabbed the muffin before walking back over to him. “Here. Have your muffin while you wait.”

After you had showered and changed into comfy clothes, you could finally curl up next to Spencer on the couch to watch Dr. Who.

Later that night, Spencer asked what you wanted to do tomorrow.

“Well Morgan and I are going for another run in the morning, but we can find something to do after that,” you informed him.

“Another run?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Aren’t you spending a lot of time with Morgan lately?”

You looked up at him. “Spence, we haven’t had time off in a while. This weekend’s our first chance to work out in weeks.”

“OK, but do you have to work out with him?”

“Spence, you’re not jealous, are you?” He looked away. “Spencer,” you moved to sit up slightly. “I love you. Morgan’s just a good workout partner, alright?”

“Alright.”

“And if you really want, you can come with us tomorrow to-”

“Sure.” “Wait, what?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Yeah. A run would be good.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Spencer slowly started falling behind you and Morgan. You looked back to see that he had stopped. He was bent over with his hands on his knees and breathing heavy.

“Hey Morgan, hang on a minute.” He looked back and noticed Spencer. The two of you backtracked over to him.

“You doing ok, Spence?”

“Yeah, are you kidding? I’m great! I’m just gonna have a heart attack really quick.”

“We can stop if you want, pretty boy,” Morgan told him.

“No. I just need a moment.” He paused, taking time to breathe. “Aaaand I’m good.” He straightened up and took off running, yelling, “Come on, let’s go! Woo!”

You and Morgan exchanged looks before going to catch up to him.

Spencer managed to keep going until you were almost at the end of your route. Just before you reached your target stopping point, he tripped and fell.

“Oh gosh!” you exclaimed, hurrying to kneel by his side. He rolled over to lay on his back. “Spencer, are you ok?”

“I’m fine! Just a little scrape on my pride, but otherwise all good!”

You sighed before looking over at Morgan. Without you having to say anything, he mumbled something about a bathroom before taking off, giving you two some space. When he was a safe enough distance away, you looked back to Spencer.

“Spencer, what’s up with you? You’d never normally want to go on a run.”

“What are you talking about?” You gave him a look. “Alright, fine.” He moved to sit up. “I just don’t like that you’ve been spending all of this alone time with Morgan. I thought if I showed you that I could be as athletic as him, you’d-”

“I’d what? Spencer, Morgan is like a brother to me. He’s a good workout partner, but I’d never change my mind to where I’d want to be with him instead of you.”

He sighed. “I know. I just got scared. I don’t know why. I know you guys wouldn’t do that to me.”

“I love you, Spencer Reid. Just the way you are. You don’t need to pretend to like working out just because I do.”

He smiled, relieved, and said, “Good. Cause if I had to keep this up, I might actually have a heart attack.”

[theraputicwritings]

Neck Kisses

I got this idea for a short blurp and inspiration struck. I know it’s been a good two years since I wrote anything, but I saw that Criminal Minds might be making more episodes and I felt the writing bug. This story starts off a little spicier than I typically write, but it’s not exactly sexual. However, it does have some undertones, so if you’re under 18 or uncomfortable with that, read at your own risk.

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1,025

Warnings: Canon typical violence, fluff, hospitals, neck kissing

What was it about neck kisses that made them feel so good? Was it the tingles that ran down your spine through to the soles of your feet with every kiss? Was it putting complete trust in someone with such a vulnerable part of you? Or was it the feeling of love and intimacy clouding your judgment so your following decisions were just the right amount of stupid? Scientifically it was because of the large number of nerve endings on your neck releasing endorphins and dopamine with every carefully placed kiss.

Whatever the reason for why neck kisses felt so good, you weren’t feeling any of them. But maybe that’s because no one was kissing your neck. Instead, someone was choking it. And fighting as hard as you could to get them to stop. Who’s idea was it to use you as bait to get the unsub to come out of hiding? Oh yeah, that was you. But to be fair, no one else was coming up with good ideas and it was the only way you could get the guy. And you also would like to point out that it wasn’t supposed to get this far. “In and out. No biggie,” you told your team at the BAU.

So you put on makeup and a little black dress, and now you were pinned to an alley wall being choked by this scumbag of a predator. Hopefully, the team would get there before you went unconscious. You’d taken enough self-defense classes to know not to let the dude overtake you completely, but he was much bigger than you and had thrown you off guard when he decided to punch you and throw you against a brick wall, just for good measure. On top of struggling to breathe, you were also seeing stars from a likely concussion.

“You know, when I saw you walk into the bar, I knew exactly who you were.” The unsub grinned as he paused in his attempt to strangle you. “Agent Y/L/N of the Behavior Analysis Unit. I saw you talking about me on the news last night. You described me so well but you got some details wrong. So I just had to call your little hotline. Make sure you got everything right about me.”

His eyes were bright with desire. He was a classic narcissistic sadist. He got off on causing you pain and was proud of it. He continued in his attempt to strangle me, not giving me a chance to respond.

“I knew I would be caught, but I couldn’t help myself from giving myself one last joy ride. I’m going to be famous. The Bar Strangler. You know, it doesn’t have much of a ring to it. Do you think they’ll let me come up with my own name during the trial?”

There wasn’t a cue for when my team was supposed to run it, but damn, if they didn’t have good timing. The black Suburbans squealed to a stop at the entrance of the alley and suddenly you were being blinded by bright lights.

“Let her go, Jenkins! It’s over!” Hotch yelled, pointing a gun at the unsub. Unceremoniously, you were dropped to the ground and started coughing as precious air filled your lungs. The next few seconds were a blur as Jenkins was placed in handcuffs and Spencer came running over to you.

You put your hand up to let him know you were okay, but he knew you better than that. He was your boyfriend after all. “You know, I told you this was a bad idea,” he quipped, helping you stand up.

“Yeah, but we got him, didn’t we?” you responded with a grin. Spencer shook his head and leaned in to kiss you.

Your kiss was cut off as Derek came over and gently placed a hand on your shoulder. “Alright, love bugs. Hotch wants to make sure you're medically cleared before we get back home. So that means Y/N, here, gets a lovely night in the emergency room.”

You pulled away from Spencer just enough so you could face Derek, but not too far so you could still use him for support. A groan came out your mouth, already knowing you weren’t going to be able to get out of this. That didn’t mean that you weren’t going to try.

“Do I have to? I already know what they’re going to say. ‘Well, Agent Y/L/N, you have a bruised trachea, a concussion, and some bruises to the face and neck. We’re going to prescribe you some pain meds, don’t use heavy machinery, and get plenty of rest and fluids.’” After your monologue, you looked to your boyfriend for the support you knew you weren’t going to get.

“The only way you can prove that’s what they’re going to say is by actually going. Come on, I’ll stay with you,” Spencer quipped before wrapping his arm around your shoulder. He gently steered you in the direction of the waiting ambulance.

Once the two of you arrived at the hospital, Hotch came by to give you a lecture about how your actions were foolish, blah, blah, blah. You were pretty used to the lecture. You’d only been with the BAU for two years and had already received that lecture at least five times. It was amazing how you hadn’t been put on probation or fired yet. But you were also really good at your job and that was probably why.

Once he was done, and the doctor told you exactly what you thought they were going to tell you, you scooted over so Spencer could sit on the bed behind you. Once he was situated, he wrapped his arms around you and gently pulled your back into his chest.

He carefully gathered up your hair and pulled it to the side so he could place kisses along the bruises on your neck. “I’m so glad, you’re okay.” You closed your eyes and leaned into him as exhaustion started to take over. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered against the skin of your bruised neck, causing a shiver to go down your spine.

[crimmindssimp]

Crim Minds Simp

Hey! I’m Blake, I’m 19, a senior in highschool, and very bi/pan/ohmygodtheyrehot @chronically-gay-bean​  is my main!!  I use He/They/It pronouns and Identify as gender fluid

I want to share my stories and love of Criminal Minds. And maybe a few sketches here and there. By the way I am only to the 13 (Begining) season!! Please don’t spoil anything for me!

Honestly I do have my favourites, I love all the women Alex Blake is really up there alongside Penelope Garcia. My favourite male character is David Rossi, my fictional father figure.

[girlsxonxfilm]

scrabble - spencer reid

i m a g i n e

“don’t tell me you’re playing that stupid game again,” hotch teased, whizzing past the table with a monotone coating to every word. you swore that man would use the exact voice warning someone of an oncoming car that he would reciting pi.

you stared at the letters in front of you; your eyes scanning and magnifying each fragment of wood as if you were a robot. you were playing to win. you had to, at least once. his winning streak of twelve to your zero was more embarrassing than the time you fell down holding somebody at gunpoint. you wanted to shudder at the memory.

he leaned back into his chair, crossing his arms as if you were entertaining in your torturous state of mind. “i don’t understand. your entire career is based on cracking complex codes and you can’t come up with a word more than two letters.” he stated mockingly, but with the everlasting sincerity he was known for.

you slid the pieces across the board- looking him right in the eyes. “i’ll extend on your ‘faqir’ to make ‘quixotry’ for twenty-seven points." you tried your best to keep calm with every word. "do you know what that means, reid?”

the color drained from his face. “no way.”

“i beat you!” i sprung up with a grin, dancing around carelessly. “i beat you, i beat you, i beeeeeeat you!”

you could tell he was bothered in a playful manner. no one is supposed to beat spencer reid at scrabble. no one is supposed to beat spencer reid at anything, for that matter. you ate it up; his expression. it was priceless.

he put everything back in the box, trying to ignore you jokingly. “i know you looked in the bag.”

“excuse me?” you froze. “you know i wouldn’t do that.”

the boy stood up, towering over you as he shoved the box into your hands. he quietly let the words out across from your lips. “you put your chin in your hand whenever you’re hiding something, y/n.”

[junipers-archive]

Paper Rings

Word count: 1.1k

Includes: tiny itty bit of angst to fluff, fluff, fluff, Spencer has been acting distant so you try to start up a conversation, ultimately leading to his confession about wanting to marry you but never finding the right moment

You were worried. More than usual worried, worried. Spencer had been acting odd lately, and for the past few weeks you had been trying your best to ignore it.

It was hard though, he had been distant, almost neglectful, his once cheerful and atentative attitude when listening to your day or the new book you'd been reading gone and replaced by a cool indifrence.

You were near to him now, sitting on the sunflower yellow sofa in your apartment, reading different books. But instead of being next to you he was on the other side of the couch.

In an attempt to start up a conversation you mentioned one of your fresher pieces of news,

"Hey Spence", He didn't even look up, just hummed.

You scooted closer, "Uh- I- Well you know my cousin? Marion, the one who got engaged a few months back?"

"yea" his eyes shifted up quickly and then right back down to his book.

"Well they finally set a date! I got my invite in the mail yesterday morning, it's in Hawaii!!"

"Oh, really?" he wasn't even glancing up now to seem interested.

Nevertheless, you tried one last time with enthusiasm, hoping he'd be kind enough to take pity and reciprocate even a fraction of it.

"So whadaya say handsome, be my plus one?"

"mhm." mhm. That's what your relationship had dwindled down to?

You shook your head, tears pricking your eyes as you got up from the sofa, trying really hard not to cry. But there was only so much you could take, was he seeing someone else? What had you done to make him so upset?

But that was the thing he wasn't even yelling at you! You'd become an irrelevant part of his life without even realizing it.

By this time you were grabbing your things in a scramble, trying to get out, get out of the apartmentget, get out of his life if thats what he really wanted. When it occurred to you that he was still obsorbed in that stupid book of his.

And you had to know, You just had to.

"Did I do something?! What-Just tell me what I did Spencer please!"

You were standing before him now, waving your arms around manically.

"Y-Y/n, whats wrong?"

"I don't know Spencer you tell me! I mean first I thought it was a case you were on that had put you off, or maybe that we'd been apart for too long but weeks went by! Its been weeks and you still won't even look me in the eye when we're talking!" You fail in your previous attempts to keep the tears at bay as droplets fall down your flushed cheeks.

He was stunned but eventually he found his words, "I-I- that wasn't my intention, I- just- I-"

You were hysterical at this point, he couldn't even tell you?

"Look Spencer. If you wanna break up, just say it already!"

You were one second away from storming out when he spoke up again, catching you by the wrist and leading you down the hall to the bedroom quickly.

"Look I'm really, really sorry Y/n its just that- well it'd be easier if I just showed you."

You came to sit on the bed, arms crossed over your chest as if armor protecting you from being hurt.

He was searching through the back of the closet you shared, finally pulling out a shoe box. He sat down next to you, opening the box, where rested an old sweater of his that had been worn thin and a black velvet box sitting within.

He handed the small compartment over to you explaining frantically,

"I've wanted to marry you for a long time now, hell Y/n I wanted to marry you since the moment I met you. But I kept chickening out and for the past few weeks I've taken you to our spots to pop the question but I-I- nothing was ever good enough...I couldn't find the perfect moment."

he looked straight in your eyes now, which were watery, overwhelmed by the idea he wanted to marry you just as much as you wanted to marry him. "You deserve the perfect moment. And not being able to provide that to you, it tore me apart, so...I became distant, praying I was good enough but also hoping you's find someone better..."

"I-I understand completely that this isn't the time or place but when I saw that you were crying- I just I needed you to know that the reason I was being so distant wasn't because I wanted to break up, far from it! I want to spend the rest of my life with you!"

You opened the box now, silently falling in love even more as you gazed down at the your dream ring.

Finally lifting your gaze to the boy in front of you and kissing him deeply, finding your voice again as you pulled back grinning,

"You're an idiotic-genius, you know that?"

He only grinned back, "Yea, yea I'm fairly aware."

You slipped on the ring, it was perfect fit.

"Well...Are you gonna ask me?"

He shook his head, "You're gonna have to wait till i find our perfect moment."

You grumbled like a digruntled child, leaping back on the bed and guarding your ring finger as he tried to take it back. Ultimately he ended up on top of you, both of you play wrestling like children.

"Y/n. Give. It. Back."

"NO its my ring now! You can't take it back! You practically already proposed!"

"You said yourself, I technically haven't asked!"

"Well why don't I keep it for now, just until you're ready?" You were wearing a shit-eating grin as you looked up at him, he had pinned you down with his hands on your wrists.

"No way. What Would I propose with then?"

You craned your neck to kiss him then, albeit akwardly. "I'd marry you with paper rings Dr. Reid."

He had gotten admittedly lost in your sweet words, which you used as your opprutunity to slide out from under him, once more flashing you giant grin before running out of the room.

"Y/N!"

The afternoon was lost to him chasing you around the apartment as you chanted, "Paper rings dr. Reid! Paper rings!"

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Power-Outage

Word Count: 1.2k

Includes: fluff, fluff, fluff spencer x reader when a power-outage occurs and spencer being spencer and being adorably the perfect boyfriend

Dark. It is dark and you're alone and its honestly embarrassing how quickly you pick up your phone to call your boyfriend. I mean...who's still scared of the dark? What're you 5?

It's two in the morning and you shouldn't be calling, really. You've only been dating for a few weeks, but he's Spencer, he's technically been your best friend for 4 years, 3 months, 2 days. and...about 18 hours, but who's counting? You convince yourself you just need to hear his voice, his sweet, safe, angelic-

"H-hello?"his voice breaks from that of someone just woken up at an ungodly hour by his co-dependent girlfriend who so happened to have accidentally hit the call button while she was second-guessing herself.

Maybe he'll hang up? Maybe you can convince him you butt-called him in the middle of the night tomorrow at work? Or maybe-

"Y/n baby I'm really gonna need you to respond before i drive over there." he sounds calm, not at all agitated, not at all like someone woken up at 2 in the morning, he sounds...like Spencer

"Hi..." You exhale into the mic with relief. You should say something, really say something, apologize, yes that's what you'll do "I'm sorry I shouldn't have called, god I'm so idiotic...I just-well the power just went out and its 2 in the morning and I really should get some sleep but-"

You're cut off by the jingling of keys on the other line.

"Spence you still there?"

"I'm on my way." Was that a car door?

"On your wayy..." It takes you second, or it takes your un-caffienated and sleep deprived brain a second to realize he means he's coming over to your house. Your home. Where you live.

And yes you're bestfriends with him and you've had sleepovers before but that was when you were ready. That was when you had cleaned.

"No! Spencer No! That is completely unessecary! I'm fine! I just wanted someone to talk to and I thought-"

The engine of his car starts. You can hear him trying to repress the laugh that graces your ears every time he knows something you're trying to hide from his genius mind.

"I'm already pulling out of the drive-way, forget about it. Plus I know you're afraid of dark."

Maybe he'll turn around if you just- "Spencer. I am not afraid of the dark. That is childish and obsurd and I mean im not a little kid anymore! You can just go home, go to bed and forget this ever happened"

There's a silence on the other end, besides the hum of the car, absolute silence.

Until, "Do you still have the candle I got your for Christmas?"

Of course. Of course Dr. Spencer freakin Reid wouldn't believe you. I mean he knows you better than anyone. What were you thinking?

"Yea spence. Yea I have the candle"

He hums in response and you can practically hear him grinning on the other end.

You admit defeat.

"Can you at least bring over some marshmallows? I'm all out from our last movie night." You would honestly rather have him over as soon as possible if it weren't for your hideous room and the pile of "i'll get to it" in the living room haunting your mind. This will at least buy you time.

But again he's dr. reid. "I've already got some from my stash, jumbo and small and snowmen shaped. And of course hot chocolate!"

He's perfect. He's everything and more you could've asked for.

And yet. ANd yet. At this very moment you'd like to strangle him. And not that impersonal type of cowardly strangle like really just-

"Don't be embarrassed baby. I've already seen your room at its worst. I'll be there in ten, turn on the candle and read your books for now."

You hear him knock on the door a few minutes later, as to not disturb the neighbors. Because of course, he's Spencer and would've thought about that too.

You run with the only flashlight you have to the front door, and you're greeted by a ruffled, grinning and ever-charming Spencer with his satchel stuffed with god knows what and wearing his periodic table of elements pjs.

You mirror his grin almost immediately, albeit sheepishly and look down to hide your own embarrassment...only to find him wearing the pink bunny slippers he'd stolen from your house only a few days ago.

With that all or any ego-preservation skills were out the window. He was here already...right?

You let him in, still staring down at your shoes as he leads you two straight for the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets to find the ingredients and kitchenware as if he'd lived there his whole life.

You take a seat at the kitchen's island stool, and watch him work.

This should be embarrassing. I mean it is. It is!

That is, until he hands you a steaming cup of hot chocolate with little snowman marshmallows dissolving on top and smiling like he hasn't just driven 8 miles with these ingredients to make you happy because you called him.

You called him at 2 in the morning.

And with that the unease floods back. And you're hiding your face in your hands and mumbling something incoherent.

This is when he finally speaks. "So...you wanna build a fort?"

You rub your eyes and look up at him. "i-i'm sorry?"

"We should build a fort." He's assertive in this, something at another time you would've found very hot, but at this moment it concerns you. Because to any other person what you've just done would be unacceptable.

"You...want to...build a fort?"

"I find it helps, I mean...at least when I was younger my mom and dad, they used to help me build forts when the power went out. To distract me if anything. It was kind of the only time I remember them getting along."He chuckles and looks down bashfully.

And now all you can think of is building a fort with the beautiful boy in front of you.

"Yea, yea i'd really love it if we built a fort."

And you do, you build a fort with what now you deem as you're future husband. Lighting the other candle he brought you on the counter that fills the air with your favorite scent and finding battery power camping lamps in your closet to light up the room.

He tells you stories about the kinds of forts he used to build and to the best of both your abilities you try to recreate his favorite.

By around 5:30 in the morning the sun is rising and you're both past out in the center of the monstrosity you two created while high on a sugar rush provided by the hot chocolate and one two many marshmallow snowmen consumed.

But you'll remember this for the rest of your life you think. You'll remember Spencer for the rest of your life. Because no one, no one would understand how to make you forget your biggest fear like he did.

While surrounded by darkness all you could see was him.

He was your light.

He was your light, and for as long as he'd have you, you'd be his too.

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Meeting The Parent

Word Count: 1k

Includes: Fluff, fluff, meeting Spencers mom in person for the first time!! (short sweet and hints toward marriage at the end :)

It had taken a lot of convincing, and maybe some reassurance on both of your parts, but you'd gotten Spencer to allow you on one of his less-than-often visits to his mom. You'd made the arrangements to take the small road trip with him this weekend and were prepared for the very worst or the very best outcome of the visit.

As of current you were awaitng the 'signal' Spencer had told you he'd give once he explained to his mom that you were here with him. You understood of course how very cautious he was to let people meet her and how protective he was about those he loved.

Hell, you were one of those people, and you loved being one.

Once you got tired of shifting your wait from foot to foot akwardly however, and as nurses passed you by, you decided to move closer to at least look like you were trying to find someone. Instead you got a few cut words from their conversation. His mom's voice being the first heard,

"You're dating her?"

"y-yea mom I'm dating her" he sounded dissapointed.

"why didn't you tell me?! You know you can tell me anything Spencer!" panic rose in you then, you'd been dating for quite substantial amount of time now, why hadn't he even mentioned it?

"I did tell you, you just forgot- Will-Will you just speak to her? Shes here with me, y/n?"

That was your cue, and no one had to know how fast you'd scrambled to meet them in the corner of the nursing home where they sat or how you attempted to slow your pace and heart as you got closer.

"Spencer go get me some water" Her voice wasn't completely monotone but it wasn't cheerful either, reminiscent of a protective mother more like.

"A nurse can get you water-"

"You're my son" She looked to him then "please, get me some water."

Spencer looked between the two of you then and you wondered whether or not he was asking permission from you or her about how to handle this situation. Nevertheless he gave an apologetic smile to you and waded off to find a nurse and get some water.

Thats when you started talking to her.

"Do you love him?" okay so no small talk.

"We love each other." you reply as smoothly as possible earning a nod of approval from her.

"He's special, my Spencer, very special. " At this point shes not even looking at you but has taken to staring wistfully out the window nearby instead. A golden shadow is lighting up the room as the sun sets and you take a seat across from her.

"He is." you agree, following her gaze mainly just to distract yourself.

"How long have you been together?" she looks down to figit with her fingers "I-uh- he talks alot about you and he probably has already told me but-"

"Almost a year in a few weeks."you smile to yourself then thinking of how happy you are to be with him at all.

"So you know him...you really know him don't you?"

"I like to think I do"

"Favorite movie." Its more of a command then a question, and you realize she's commanding you to tell her his favorite movie.

But you could play this game. You could play it all day.

"Le cercle Rouge (1970) but, if we're talking more movie night picking Spence i'd say The Godfather Part II (1974)."

She smiles slightly at this. "Book."

"The illustrated Man by Bradbury is one of his favorites but he's never been able to choose between that or The Narrative Of John Smith by Doyle."

She doesn't even flinch. "Play."

You sigh at that one, knowing she won't stop till he's back, or maybe not even then. "Well..."

You swear it takes him ages to get water and by the time he's back you're seated across from her taking most of her questions in stride. But its the last question right before he gets back that catches you slightly off-guard.

"Do you think you could love him more than I do?"

"I already do." your voice is even, and you're being completely honest with both yourself and her but your own reply surprises you and all it does for her is earn a scoff.

"Impossible" she's staring right at you now, smiling.

You smile back, "I beg to differ." And now he's back.

The subject changes drastically as Spencer asks her questions about how she's being treated, like the perfect son he is. But besides that you talk about the BAU and some of the recent cases, she surprises you when she's able to follow his brain's trace of mind better than most, perhaps better than you.

But after about an hour or two the conversation comes to a lull.

When you're both ready to leave you smile politely and say goodbye, leaving Spencer to say his goodbyes in private.

And despite your better judgement you need to hear what she thought, you need to know if you're good enough for him. So you go behind the same wall you'd been hiding behind in the beginning of the visit and listen, pretending to be on your phone.

"I-It was really nice seeing you, i'll come back tomorrow morning before we leave-"

"Y/n."

He clears his throat then, "yea, uh what-what about her?"

"You better marry that girl Spencer, and you better do it before I die-"

His voice goes up an octave,"Mom stop you're healthy-"

"I'm just saying, she's perfect for you and if you don't marry her before I uh...kick the bucket, I will haunt you for eternity!"

They both laugh then and you can hear the smile in his voice as he replies "Don't worry I wouldn't dream of letting her go."

And despite yourself, once more better judgement, you begin to grin as you head to the car and once you see Spencer in sight start to hint towards how fond you are of marriage.

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And They Were Roommates

Word Count: 1k

Includes: Fluff, fluff, some more fluff and a kiss? You confront Spencer about your relationship status after Penelope informs you of everyone's belief of you being more than roommates :)

(Prompt from this challenged by @imagining-in-the-margins)

You were at the coffee shop nearest to the apartment, desperately trying to find a pick me up. It was 6:30am...a new record for you. Seeing as your roommate and best-friend Spencer hadn't alerted you that you guys ran out of coffee at home, you were now standing in what you deem the longest line in the world you'd ever seen for coffee.

Then again it was one of the first times you'd been up this early to see people who actually got up early. It'd only been 10 minutes but you swore if you didn't get your daily caffeine boost soon you'd start to shut down.

The line was moving at snail pace so you decided to see what the problem was, only to catch a Penelope Garcia with 8 coffees in her arms, trying to balance her way out of the crowd.

Fortunately for her, Spencer had introduced you to the team a few months ago after they'd wanted to see where he lived and he was essentially peer-pressured in showing them by Derek. You'd been given a 5-minute notice at the late hour of 11pm and to this day are still making him pay on movie-nights where you got to choose the film.

You were torn between helping Penelope and staying in your spot in line, but seeing as you remembered how kind she had been and she was about to drop all that coffee, you took pity. Rushing over and calling her name,

"Penelope, you need some help there?"

"ah!-oh hi Y/n, sorry you scared me for a moment! And yes please."

You took one of the trays of coffee from her, holding her purse around your other arm. "Not that I mind helping, but why all the coffee?"

"Well" She was now wobbling over to a table that was just freed up by a couple, talking to you while placing her many belongings on it,

"Sometimes, I like to get up really early and get coffee for the team, cause you know the coffee at work sucks and I'm sure Spencer's already alerted you, but someone's been stealing the curate cups from the kitchen!"

You now placed the tray you had been carrying on the table as well,

"No...uh Spencer doesn't exactly talk about his job much, we usually just talk about other stuff"

She looked surprised at this, "Really? I thought he'd be more open about what he does with his girlfriend. But I guess thats just Spencer."

Now it was your turn to be surprised. "I-I'm sorry, did you say girlfriend?"

"Well, I mean yeah, you live together, he talks about you all the time, and when we went over you two just had so much chemistry we all just assumed-" she stopped talking as she saw the growing disbelief on your face, "I-I just- I'm sorry are you not dating?"

You were speechless. Absolutely speechless.

I mean sure you liked Spencer, he was one of your best-friends and you did live together and yea maybe you had feelings for him. But could other people see it too?

I mean, it made sense, now that you thought about it, you two were practically never seen apart, having roomate-movie-nights, going on consistent 'friend-dates', eating almost every meal together and getting each other gifts for holidays, even sometimes falling asleep in each others beds when you both got black-out drunk on occasion...

Were you dating?

Penelope had taken your silence as her cue to leave, gathering her things, but you had another idea, one that wouldn't leave you overthinking for the rest of the day.

"Wait- I- I'll help you! I mean you can't carry this all yourself!"

"Thank you" she smiled " but you're sure you don't have anywhere to be?"

"Not a place in the world." You would just call in sick today, you thought.

On the drive to the BAU as you talked to Penelope who you found was alluringly talkative, you also realized you might not even be able to get into the building. When you asked she waved her hand, shooing away your worries it seemed as she explained that as long as you weren't a spy you'd be fine for staying a couple minutes since she had clearence.

The topic of Spencer didn't come up again.

Once you got there and helped Penelope up to the office you caught sight of your roommate sitting at his desk. Excusing yourself, you began walking over, It was more decorated than you assumed, containing his adorable action figure favorites and small trinkets you'd given him over the years. And as you got closer you even found he had a picture of the two of you posing at a theme park you'd forced him to go to with you.

He saw you before you were closer, standing himself up as well.

"Y/n? What-What're you doing here?"

"Are we dating?"god you needed to get a filter, but you were really curious.

He sputtered at that, which admittedly made you smile, "I-uh-Who-did Garcia?-What?"

By pure instinct you grabbed his face so he had to look at you now, as he had a habit of looking down when nervous.

You asked him once more,

"Doctor Spencer Reid Are you dating me?"

You could feel him blush against your palms as he answered,

"Uhm...do you want me to be dating you?"

You don't know what had gotten into you that morning, but the next thing you did surprised both of you, pulling him closer as his hands circled your waist hesitantly and you kissed him.

It was soft at first, almost gentle in the way the both of you were nervous, but eventually he deepened it, grabbing one side of your face, the other circling your waist completely now as you arms came to rest around his shoulders.

When you both had to finally come up for air you breathed out your more than obvious response, "yes."

And while you both grinning like idiots at one another, Penelope was adamantly taking photos of the two of you for your wedding which she had already informed Spencer was to be on October 31 of next year.

You never even noticed you didn't get your coffee, knowing you were now with the Dr.Spencer Reid was enough of a pick-me-up to last you a lifetime.

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Reíd request here! Could you do playing strip poker with Spencer?

Hi! yes ofc thank you for sending your idea to me, also hope you don't mind I kinda made this sub!spencer x reader and a lil smutty blurb:') Word count: 660//Includes smutty themes obviously & grinding & sub x dom dynamic a lil bit

"Four of a kind." You say smirking to yourself as Spencer blushes and ducks his head. He's down to his boxers by this point and similarly you're down to your underwear and bra.

Quietly looking up he replys, "Royal Flush."

To be fair this was your own fault. You were one who had insisted you two play strip poker when he had only suggested poker to pass the time. But in your defense you needed to get over this crush of yours.

It was getting embarrassing how many times you wondered what it would feel like to skim your fingers down his chest, kiss his neck, feel the weight of him under you, inside you...

So when Hotch told you you'd be rooming together you took it to your advantage.

You'd convinced yourself that worst case sceneario he'd flat out reject you and it'd be easier to get over him. Best case...well you'd see when the time came.

"You're kidding." He'd won the past few rounds. He had to be cheating, but to your surprise the very thought sent a rush of warmth to your core. If he was cheating, he wanted to win, and if he wanted to win...could that mean he wanted to see you naked?

"Nope!" he's smirking all the while blushing bright red as he puts his cards down for you to see, and when you lean over to get a good look you also give him one of your chest.

When he sputters, not even hiding the fact he's staring right at your tits you laugh, crawling slightly closer to him so he can see all of you better, even the curve of your ass which you purposely arch your back to create a better view for.

"See something you like, genius?"

Now he's turning his head every-which way trying to look anywhere but your chest, and failing horribly as he attempts to look downward which only gives him the best shot.

"I-I no! I- mean ye-yes-I just-I'm sorry-" he stutters as you grab his face, coming to sit on his lap where you take notice of his hard-on beneath you.

"Answer the question Doctor."

At that he whines, squirming, "Y-Yes?"

"Okay, that's good to hear" You begin trailing kisses down his neck and whispering, "So tell me Spence, since you won the last round, what piece of clothing do I take off now?"

"I-I get to choose?" His hands still haven't left the rug beneath him so you pull them to rest on the back of your thighs when you look up at him again.

"You win, pretty boy." you're whispering against hips lips at this point so you lean in to kiss him fully and feel him finally relax, grabbing your ass to pull you even closer.

When you pull back he's gasps, which you deem as your new favorite sound, "This."

It takes you a moment to realize he's referring to your lacy bra as he tugs at it from behind, giving you his big hazel doe eyes all the while.

When you unclasp it, its falls to the ground simultaneously as he audibly groans at your bare breasts.

He takes one hand off your ass, no longer shy, massaging one of your tits in one hand as he sucks small hickies that make your head spin on the other.

You giggle at his eagerness and slip his cock out of his boxers pumping it in your hand until the tip is leaking with pre-cum.

He whines when you swipe your finger over it, and you swear you could come at the sound alone.

It isn't until he begs that you begin to grind your clothed mound against him.

You both moan at the friction your panties provide and you yourself throw your head back as he begins to move you faster with the hand that remains on your ass.

And you're surprised that even in this blissed state you can hear him over both of your loud border-line pornographic moans, as he whispers against you, "Thank god for strip poker."

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Worth It

Word Count: 630

Includes: fluff, (Husband/Dad!Spence x reader.) You find out about Spencers collection of photos of your daughter Lily! There are practically thousands. He doesn't see the problem.

"Spencer!" You say aghast at the number of pictures he had of your one year old daughter Lily. You had been taking selfies, as you regularly did so he could make you his wallpaper. But then you had stumbled upon the numerous amount of photos taken of her while sleeping, playing with her toys, walking and so on.

He came grinning into the room with said baby in his arms, he had just changed her into her yellow duckling onesie in the spirit of easter.

"Yea baby?" but he wasn't even looking at you too absorbed in playing peekaboo with Lily. He sat down on the play-rug nearby.

Wanting to see more you only giggled as said "You're too much.". Continuing to mindlessly scroll through the photos in a daze, smiling till your face hurt as you eventually got to the selfies he'd taken with your daughter.

Most of them blurred as you saw picture by picture she had tried to grab the phone from him.

When you were about to ask him why he kept the ones that were so blurred, Penelope texted. All it said was "8 photos sent" on the notification icon, and you looked over quickly,

"Hey Spence, Penelope just sent you a text, looks like a lot of photos."

Handing him the phone, to which he took excitedly, he opened it and began tapping rapidly at the screen, then turning it to lily who was facing him while she attempted to pull his sock of with her little hands.

"Look baby, thats you, yes it is, such a pretty girl! Your Auntie Penelope just sent me more!" to which she responded by giggling and tapping at his knees.

You couldn't help but laugh with her as you took a seat next to them.

"Spence you have an addiction to taking photos of our daughter." You informed him.

He looked at you as if he had been struck. "I do not."

You proceeded to grab his phone and go to the album you'd found filled with a myriad of nearly identical photos of her face. "There are thousands of these."

He pouted as he tried grabbing for the phone,"No there aren't"

"Some of them you can't even recognize her! And those selfies, do you really need an 80 photo play-by-play of her grabbing your phone?"

He was not taking it. "Yes, actually, she's the most adorable person ever! I need them...all of them."

You rolled your eyes playfully, crawling over to Lily who had wandered as far as her little limbs could take her.

Picking her up while you stood you carried her to the kitchen while cooing, "Your daddy's obsessed with you! Yes he is! He loves so much!I'm surprised he hasn't run out of storage!"

While you started meal prepping with Lily resting on your hip you could hear Spencer slowly almost anxiously on his way to you.

"Yea about that...I kinda sorta maybe...bought a new phone."

"Spencer!"You couldn't believe him, but at the same time you strangely understood as you looked down at the gorgeous girl that you were proud to call your daughter.

"Mommy's gonna strangle daddy, yes she is! She's also gonna get control of the remote for the rest of the month, uh huh!"

Spencer walked over to you, grumbling about how it was really an investment in Lily, lifting her from your arms and taking out a foreign phone from his pocket which you assumed was the newest on the market.

But whatever agitation you felt slipped away as your heart warmed, the view of the love of your life playing with your daughter while simultaneously taking terribly blurry photos and whispering to her, "So worth it." really did make it worth it.