#spencer reid x f!readder

[springtyme]

Can we get pregnant reader and baby Spencer pls? Like seasson 1-5 ish 🥹 It would be so cute, i just know he would be so excited but also nervous to be a dad. Thank you ❤️ Love you sm! Your writing is always so amazing

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ♡

Thank you for the request, anon <3 This was such a cute idea!

Spencer Reid x afab!reader || Masterlist || Spencer playlist

summary: After a week apart Spencer is back home to navigate your early pregnancy together.  

word count: 2.1k

tags: Fluff. Comfort. Pregnant reader. No use of y/n.

The sun peeks through the blinds of you and Spencer’s shared apartment, casting a soft glow on the room. You lay in bed, your hand resting on your stomach, a small smile dancing on your lips. It has been almost two months since you discovered the little secret that is growing inside you. You haven’t really started to show yet, but it can’t be long until you do. 

Spencer is still asleep next to you, his unruly hair splayed across the pillow. You turn on your side, admiring the way his long eyelashes brush against his cheeks. He looks so peaceful in his slumber, and you can’t help but feel a rush of warmth in your chest from the sight of him. The faint sound of his breathing fills the quiet room, a soothing rhythm that lulls you deeper into your thoughts. It is a surreal experience, knowing that in just six months’ time, the two of you will become three. 

It was not planned, you’re both still young and navigating the complexities of life, Spencer’s job with the BAU demanding long hours and intense focus, not to mention the dangers that come along with it. There is a lot of uncertainty, but you’re happy. Very, very happy. There is no one you would rather do this with than him. 

He came home late last night from a case. He was gone for almost a week, and you have missed him terribly. You always miss him when he is away, of course, but the ache of his absence feels way more severe now, compounded by the whirlwind of emotions swirling in your mind about the future, as well as the hormones that seem to be amplifying just about everything. 

You shift slightly, careful not to disturb his slumber. Your fingers brush against the soft fabric of his t-shirt, the familiar scent of his shampoo wrapping around you like a warm hug. You can already picture him reading to the baby, the two of them snuggled together on the couch, his voice low and soothing as he spins tales of adventure and knowledge. 

You scoot closer to him, nestling into the crook of his arm, seeking comfort in his presence. The warmth radiating from his body is inviting, and you close your eyes for a moment, allowing yourself to breathe in the serenity of the morning.

The minutes pass slowly, and the sun continues to rise, illuminating the room with golden hues. Spencer shifts beside you, his arm wrapping around you instinctively, pulling you closer. You can’t help but chuckle softly, delighted by his subconscious need to keep you near. It’s a small gesture, but it speaks volumes about the kind of father he will be—protective, nurturing, and endlessly loving.

You sigh constantly as you settle further into his embrace. Spencer begins to stir slightly, his eyes slowly fluttering open, blinking sleepily as he processes the morning light until they finally focus on you, a soft, sleepy smile spreading across his face. “Good morning,” he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep but laced with warmth and affection.

“Good morning, handsome,” you reply, unable to suppress your smile in return. 

His smile widens, but you don’t miss the tiny glint of concern in his eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m good, I think I’m finally over the morning sickness stage,” you say, “Just a little queasy here and there, but nothing I can’t handle. A little tired too, but I think that’s to be expected.”

Spencer’s gaze drops to where your hand rests, his brow furrowing slightly as he processes your words. “Tired, tired? Or… emotionally tired?” He tilts his head slightly, his hazel brown eyes searching yours with a mixture of concern and curiosity. 

“Maybe a bit of both. I mean, it’s hard to keep track of my feelings these days. Sometimes I feel like I’m on a rollercoaster, and I didn’t even buy a ticket,” you admit, smiling softly as you reach your hand out to brush a few errant strands of hair from his face and tuck them behind his ear. He grabs your hand, gently pulling it from his ear to his lips and placing a soft kiss on your palm. The gesture sends a flutter through your heart, a reminder of how deeply he cares for you and the little life you’re nurturing together. 

“I’m here for you, you know that, right?” Spencer says, his voice steady and reassuring. “Whatever you need, just tell me.”

You nod, feeling a swell of gratitude for him. “I know, and I appreciate it. Honestly, just having you here makes everything feel better. Even when you’re away, just knowing you’re out there doing what you do best… It’s comforting.”

Spencer’s expression softens, and he nods, understanding the weight of your words. “It’s tough being away from you, especially now... I wish I could be around more, be more present.” His brows knit, his gaze falling to your hand which he’s still holding, his thumb gently rubbing circles over your knuckles. “Honestly… I’m scared.” Spencer’s voice trails off, his vulnerability hanging in the air between you like a delicate thread.

You can see the internal struggle etched across his features, the way his mind races with possibilities and fears. “Scared..?” you prompt gently, encouraging him to share what’s weighing on his heart. A beat of silence unfolds between you as he gathers his thoughts. 

“Yeah,” he finally admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m scared about being a dad. That I’m not going to be good enough… I don’t know one thing about being a dad… My own dad didn’t teach me anything, besides how not to be one…” His voice cracks slightly. “And it’s not like I can just look it up in a book,” he continues, his eyes searching yours for understanding. You could argue against that, he has been buying a lot of parenting books, but you know what he really means. 

Your heart aches at his raw honesty. You turn to face him fully, propping yourself up on one elbow so you can look into his eyes. “You’re going to be an amazing dad. I know you will. You’re already doing so much for us, Spence. Just being you is enough. You’re so kind and intelligent, you have so much love to give. You’ve always been there for me, and I know you’ll be there for our baby too.”

He shakes his head slightly, the doubt still lingering in his expression. “But parenting is a whole different ball game. What if I don’t know how to handle everything? What if I don’t have the right answers?”

You lean closer, cupping his cheek with your hand. You know him well enough to know exactly how his mind works in situations like this, that he is about to go into overdrive, his mind racing with scenarios that haven’t even happened yet, letting his mind spiral into a whirlpool of ‘what-ifs’ and doubts, but you’re not going to let him do that now.  

“You don’t have to have all the answers. No one does. It’s okay to be uncertain. What matters is that you care, and that you’re willing to learn and grow. We’ll figure this out together, I promise.”

Spencer’s eyes soften at your words, though the worry doesn’t completely dissipate. “I just want to be the best for you both. I want to give our child everything I didn’t have.”

“Spence,” you say gently, “you are already giving them so much. You’re here, you care, and you’re already thinking about what it means to be a parent. That’s what matters. It’s not about being perfect; it’s about doing your best.”

He exhales slowly, processing your words, and you can see the tension in his shoulders begin to ease just a fraction. 

You lean in and kiss him softly, feeling the weight of the world lift just a little more with the tender touch of his lips against yours. When you pull away, you look into his eyes, wanting him to see the sincerity in your gaze. “We’ll make mistakes along the way, but we’ll learn from them. And we’ll always do the best we can.” 

Spencer nods slowly, his expression shifting from doubt to a tentative hope. For a while he just stares at you, openly and vulnerable, as if he’s trying to memorize every detail of your face. The sunlight continues to pour into the room, casting a warm halo around the two of you, and in that moment, everything feels right.   “You’re so beautiful,” he finally whispers, his voice filled with admiration. 

You feel a flush of warmth spread across your cheeks at his compliment, and you can’t help but smile, feeling cherished and loved. “You’re not too bad yourself, genius,” you tease gently, nudging him playfully.

Spencer chuckles softly, the sound a delightful melody that fills the air around you. “I still can’t believe we’re having a baby,” he says, his voice a mix of awe and disbelief. “It feels surreal.”

“Surreal is definitely one word for it,” you agree, your heart swelling with affection. 

“And you’re already so good at it,” he adds, his gaze unwavering as he takes in your expression.“You’re going to be an incredible mom.”

Your heart swells at his words, and you can feel the warmth spreading through you again. “I really hope so,” you say, your voice soft. 

A comfortable silence settles between you, filled only with the sounds of your breathing and the gentle hum of the city waking up outside your window. It’s a moment just for the two of you, where the world outside feels far, far away, leaving just the two of you and the little life growing inside you.

Spencer shifts slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to mirror your position. He places a warm palm on your stomach, his fingers splayed gently across your shirt. You can feel the heat of his hand seeping through the cotton, and a wave of comfort washes through you. “I can’t believe our little one is in there,” he murmurs, his eyes wide with wonder.

You nod, a smile breaking across your face. “I know, right?” You lean into his touch, reveling in the connection that’s forming not just between you and Spencer, but also between the baby and their father.

“Do you have a feeling about what they’re gonna be? Girl or boy?” 

“No,” you shake your head with a smile. “I know people say they usually have a feeling one way or another, but I honestly don’t know. I’m just excited to meet them, no matter what.”     

Spencer nods thoughtfully, his fingers still resting on your stomach, his brow furrows slightly in thought before he responds. “I think I’d like to have a little girl,” he says after a moment. His voice is soft, almost shy as he speaks.

You raise an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Oh really? Why a little girl?”

“I mean, I will be happy no matter what—ecstatic, really. I already am. It’s just that when I picture them, it’s a girl.” Spencer replies, his thumb caressing your stomach softly. “I can already picture her sitting on my lap, just like how my mom used to do with me when she read me stories… I am pretty scared about all of this, but I’m also really, really excited. I want you to know that.” His voice is filled with sincerity, and you can see the determination in his eyes.

You can’t help but smile at the image he paints, a vision of a little girl nestled in his lap. It’s a beautiful thought, and you can already picture the kind of father he will be—patient, loving, and endlessly supportive. “I think you’d be amazing with a little girl,” you say, your voice laced with warmth. “And I don’t doubt that you’re excited. Not for one second.” You learn forward, softly pressing your lips against his in a soft, tender kiss. 

The kiss lingers. Spencer removes his hand from your stomach to instead cup your cheek. When you finally pull back, Spencer’s eyes are sparkling, filled with a mixture of awe and affection. “I can’t wait to watch you become a mom,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he’s afraid to break the magic of the moment. 

You nod, feeling a swell of gratitude that he’s chosen this journey with you. “And I can’t wait to see you as a dad.”

As the sun continues to rise, bathing the room in warmth and light, you feel an overwhelming sense of hope and love. You lean back into his embrace, resting your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

“Whatever happens,” you whisper, “we’ll do it together. Always together.”

“Always,” he echoes, wrapping his arms tighter around you.

[springtyme]

hii sage :) hru? i just found your blog the other day and saw your post about wanting spencer reid reqs/thoughts, and was wondering if you could write a blurb for girly reader who’s dating our favorite nerdy, sweater vest wearing fbi agent dr. reid ofc, hanging out in his apartment and while he’s setting up the board, intent on teaching her how to properly play chess, she surprises him by whipping out her own pink chess pieces. i’m not sure if this would be something you’re interested in writing, if not then i totally understand lol and i hope you have a good day !!

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤 ♡

Hi, hun! I'm doing good and hope you're too. This is such a cute scenario, and I had such a good time writing this! ♡

Spencer Reid x girly!reader|| Masterlist || Spencer playlist

You love weekends, always have, always will, but after you started dating Spencer they've only become all the more special to you. This weekend you’re staying over at Spencer's and he teaches you to play chess. Part two 💕

word count: 1.7k

You are slowly pulled out of sleep, the soft mattress cradling your body as you begin to wake. You stretch your limbs, feeling the warmth of the morning sun filtering through the blinds of Spencer’s bedroom.

As you open your eyes, the room comes into focus, familiar and comforting. You take a deep breath, relishing the peaceful moment that only a Saturday morning can bring. With a contented sigh, you sit up, ready to embrace the day. You can hear the sound of Spencer moving around in the kitchen, and a smile tugs at your lips knowing that he’s already awake and starting the day. 

You love weekends, always have, always will, but after you started dating Spencer they’ve just become all the more special to you. Now you spend most weekends over at Spencer’s apartment. It’s the time when you two can finally be together without any distractions or obligations, and nothing else really compares to that.

You swing your legs over the side of the bed, the cool hardwood floor sending a shiver up your spine before slipping your feet into your spare pair of slippers that now reside next to Spencer’s bed. As you stand up and stretch once more, you can’t help but feel grateful for the peacefulness of the morning and the presence of Spencer in your life before you tiptoe out into the bathroom, washing your face and brushing your teeth before joining Spencer in the kitchen. 

The sunlight filters through the window, casting a soft glow over the room while the comforting smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the air. 

Spencer is standing in the middle of the kitchen, flannel pajama pants, mix matched socks and a cozy sweater on. He looks so pretty, he is wearing his glasses and you feel how your heart flutters by the sight. The golden morning light, lighting up his brown mop of hair creating a warm and inviting halo around his head. As he hums a tune to himself while pouring the coffee into two mugs, you can’t help but smile at how content he looks in this moment. 

You lean against the doorway, watching him with a fondness in your heart before joining him in the kitchen, your pink fluffy slippers padding across the hardwood floor, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and resting your chin against his back.

“Morning, Spence,” you say softly, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. He jumps slightly at the unexpected embrace, but quickly relaxes into it, leaning back into your touch. 

“Good morning, love,” he replies, his voice still a bit groggy from just waking up. You press a gentle kiss to his shoulder, inhaling the scent of his shampoo mixed with the aroma of coffee. Spencer turns around to face you, a soft smile playing on his pretty lips as he gazes into your eyes. 

“You ready to play some chess?” he asks, handing you your mug of coffee. You chuckle softly, knowing how excited Spencer has been for teaching you how to play. 

“I’ll give it my best shot,” you reply, your smile widening as Spencer’s face lights up with excitement. “But I think I’ll need some breakfast first, need that brain food before I can take on the reigning chess champion.”   

Spencer laughs, a sound that warms your heart, as he leads you over to the small table set up in the corner of the kitchen. He pulls out a chair for you, and you sit down, sipping your coffee and enjoying the peaceful moment with him. As you eat your breakfast, chatting and laughing with Spencer, you can’t help but feel grateful for the simple joy of spending weekends with him. The way he looks at you with adoration, the way he makes you feel special and loved, it’s something you will never take for granted.

After breakfast, you both make your way to the living room, Spencer signaling for you to take a seat on the couch as he pulls out his board from the overstacked bookshelf.  You can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, knowing how much he loves sharing his knowledge and skills with you.

“So, chess is all about strategy and planning your moves ahead,” Spencer explains, as he sets the chessboard down at the coffee table. “I’ll show you the basics first, and then we can play a practice game.”

You nod, eager to learn from him. “I’m ready to learn. Teach me, Dr. Reid.”

Spencer chuckles, you know that he secretly loves it when you call him doctor. “Alright, let’s start with the pawns…”

But just as Spencer begins to set up the board while starting to explain the different chess pieces, you jump up from your seat, remembering the little gift you got for yourself the other day. “Wait a minute,” you yell over your shoulder already halfway out of the living room, running into the bedroom to get the little packet out of your weekend bag. A set of 16 perfectly carved chess pieces, the same shade as blooming cherry blossoms, each one adorned with little crowns.  

As you run back into the living room and set the pieces down on the coffee table, Spencer’s eyes widen in surprise and delight. “Oh wow, those are beautiful,” he exclaims, reaching out to pick up one of the pieces and inspect it closely. “Where did you get these?” 

You settle back down on the couch next to him, crossing your legs under you, a smile playing on your lips. “I saw them at a shop I was in the other day, and I just knew I had to get them.” You grin mischievously. “I thought they might make learning more fun. Plus, who says chess can’t be girly?”

You don’t tell him why you were in the shop to begin with. His birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks, the first one after the two of you got together, and you have been wracking your brain, trying to think of a good gift for him. You had finally come up with the perfect idea. You’re going to get him a new chessboard, a real pretty one. You had found a place where you could get one handcrafted, and you had been in their shop to order it, it is going to have his initials carved on the side and a beautiful design, including handmade pieces to go with it. 

It is why you had asked him to teach you to play. You know you’ll never be as good as him, but you want to be able to spend time with him at things he enjoys. You’re so excited to give him his new set, he deserves pretty things. He really is the best boyfriend in the world, so compassionate and understanding , always patient and kind. 

He had been so insecure when you first started dating, he didn’t think that he was good enough for you, that he was too weird or too much. But oh, how wrong he was. You couldn’t imagine anyone better for you than Spencer. He had first thought that you had been joking when you had first told him how you felt about him, that a pretty girl like you wouldn’t want some nerdy guy like him. But you had shown him time and time again just how much he means to you, and slowly but surely, he had started to believe it himself. You love making him feel special, loved, and appreciated because that’s exactly what he does for you every single day.

As Spencer sets up the pink chess pieces on the board, you can see the excitement in his eyes. “You never cease to surprise me, you know?

You shrug nonchalantly, a smile tugging at your lips. “What can I say? I like keeping you on your toes,” you tease, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his cheek. Spencer’s smile widens at your gesture, a warmth spreading through his chest at the affectionate gesture, cupping your cheek as you pull away and captures your lips in a soft and tender kiss. 

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Spencer whispers, his eyes shining with adoration as he gazes at you. You feel your heart swell with love, knowing that you have found someone who truly appreciates and cherishes you for who you are. 

“I could say the same about you, Spence,” you reply, your voice filled with sincerity, before leaning in to plant another kiss on his soft lips before finally pulling away. 

Spencer’s eyes shine with love and adoration as he gazes at you, his hand reaching to cup your cheek again. “Thank you for being in my life,” he replies softly, his words carrying a depth of emotion that leaves you breathless. “I never thought I would find someone like you.”

His words resonate deep within your heart, filling you with warmth and a profound sense of happiness.

You gaze into Spencer’s eyes, feeling the depth of emotion between you both. “I love you, Spence,” you say softly, your voice filled with love and sincerity. 

Spencer’s gaze softens, his eyes shimmering with unspoken emotions. He reaches for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, a gesture that speaks volumes without the need for words. “I love you too,” he whispers, his voice filled with tenderness and sincerity.

In that moment, surrounded by the soft morning light and the comforting presence of each other, you feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love.

“So you’re not gonna be mad when I kick your ass in chess?” you tease, a playful grin on your face, knowing damn well that he is going to deck you.

Spencer chuckles, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes as he finishes setting up the board, your pink pieces opposing his. “Oh, it’s on,” he replies, his competitive nature coming to the surface with a cheeky smile. 

You can’t wait to show him the other thing you got yourself. A new set of lingerie waiting in your bag, a matching lacey set in the same pink shade as your new chess pieces, just waiting to be revealed to him later that night.

But for now, you’re content to just enjoy the simple joy of spending a peaceful Saturday morning with the man you love, playing chess and basking in each other’s company.