Hi, you can call me Pau. I’m in my 20s and a self proclaimed spencer reid writer and a closeted aaron hotchner girl. My askbox is always open for questions and yapping.
Disclaimer: All one shots and requests are written in fem!reader but my two series are fem!oc
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader | Word Count: 2.6K
Content warning: fluff, pregnant reader, mention of past death
Summary: you and spencer settle on a sentimental name for you baby
A/N: well hello, long time no see (literally i haven’t posted in over a month) and this is also the first thing i’ve finished in over a month. but i absolutely adore this, and i hope you do too. let me know if you figured out baby reid’s name before you finished reading.
The drop in temperature was a usual occurrence for the tenth month of the year. Just when fall was slowly starting to reach its peak, almost in full swing, the all-Hallow’s Eve lovers were slowly putting up their decorations and getting ready to welcome the holiday.
Despite the bite in the air, the sun was high up in the sky and gently warmed your skin. You inhaled, taking in the crisp autumn scent. Fresh and earthy, the smell of the fallen and slightly decaying leaves reached you on the third floor of the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, and so did the enchanting view.
Streets and sidewalks alike were covered in an abundance of colorful leaves - from scarlet and burgundy to amber, carnelian, and gamboge yellow. Browns, like feuille morte and chocolate, and the softest shades of gold sprinkled in between. Trees, their crowns a beautiful array of hues in varying stages of change.
And as you looked on over the balcony banisher, you couldn’t help but feel like you were surrounded by pure magic - not just the scenic beauty, but the feel, the essence of the season itself. It was so peaceful and quiet at times, with a certain stillness present in the air. Was the world even awake, or was it just in a state of contentment?
tina babes, coming back with a banger! 👏🏻👏🏻 why is this so heartbreakingly sweet? of course spencer would honor his pseudo-mom and dad. of course reader would welcome the idea 😭😭
Pairing: post-prison!spencer reid x gen-z!reader Warnings: basically crack fic, dialogue heavy, this is so unserious, not beta-d, canon typical violence, no gendered pronouns but fem!coded and bi!coded, age gap (spencer in his 40s, reader in mid 20s), mention of alcohol consumption, paintball, reader fell (but not serious)
main masterlist / PART OF the misadventures masterlist
summary: halloween shennanigans. also incorporated this request by @punksnotdeadbutiam (sorry this was supposed to be uploaded for halloween but hey, better late than never!)
“The year was 2016,” you begin, shining your phone flashlight under your chin. You look at the eyes of your colleagues, amused yet anticipatory at the same time. “In Cincinnati, Ohio. A three year old boy wandered alone to the forbidden pond. Many have warned to never enter the pond, but the boy did not know any better. Suddenly, a huge mons—”
And suddenly, the lights at the conference room turn on again. Bright white attacks your vision so suddenly.
“Are you doing a dramatization of Harambe again?” Emily asks, hands on her hip.
“Doctor Reid, you’re a hundred year old white man with an increasingly receding hairline, you’re going to have to get used to the idea.”
you didn’t have to read him to filth 😭😭 and i just knew they were going to dress up as scooby doo team
any recommendations for comfort spencer after a surgery? (came back from a dental surgery so looking for fics)
Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Summary: Spencer misses an important date and ends up paying the consequences Trope:Angst w.c: 4.2k a/n: this is one of the many many requests of @lavonee (her exact request was: maybe spencer misses an important date/anniversary because of jj and reader is finally fed up being second place to her) trying my best to address all of them. Not proofread. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! 💗 masterlist
The hazy dim light of each candle on the white linen covered table gave the restaurant an orange hue. Various aromas of meat, wine, and complimentary cheese wafted through the enclosed space. Sensual tones of the saxophone lightly played on the speakers perfectly weave through each muted conversations between loved ones—couples and families. The high-end restaurant basked in good food and great company.
Everything was perfect.
Every costumer joyous and warm from the delicious wine.
All except for one, alone by the corner booth, phone pressed to your ear and eyes scanning for the tall, lithe form of the date for the night.
Beep. Beep. Be—
You grimaced at the busy line tone that answered you, again. Hands gripping the draped linen, trying your best not to tap your newly manicured fingers on the table—trying to blend into the background, unsuccessfully.
You stuck out like a sore thumb. All dressed up with no partner or food on the table, just a glass of once chilled wine—condensation all around it like tears of abandonment and longing.
Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Summary: Spencer notices a change in you that he tries to address Trope: Comfort; Established relationship w.c: 1.8k Trigger warnings: tackles eating disorder and body dysmorphia a/n: this is a really hard topic I personally felt the need to write about (in a way to comfort myself.) Its very personal as I used my past eating disorder here so if its something you’re not comfortable with, please go skip ahead to another fic. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! 💗 masterlist
Spencer wrapped the front ends of his coat tighter on his slender body. It did little to no good fending off the cool seasonal air of an October night. His scuffled loafers squeaking from his shuffling feet.
The line at your favorite bakery was unsurprisingly long on a Tuesday evening. Every night, the shop sells their remaining pastries at a discount To lure innocent commuters, tired from a long day of pushing papers. He usually wasn’t one to give in to the notion of ‘treating yourself’—unless counting out his big spendings on first editions written in its original language.
He gave the cashier a slight smile before listing off his purchase, one slice of their decadent strawberry shortcake and another of their vanilla bean sponge cake—both your favorites. And both an integral part of his perfectly thought of scheme to solve a riddle.
Your mystery.
In simple layman’s terms, they were bribery of some sort.
why am i always waking up in the middle of the night hungry 😭 i dont understand
Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Summary: Spencer misses an important date and ends up paying the consequences Trope:Angst w.c: 4.2k a/n: this is one of the many many requests of @lavonee (her exact request was: maybe spencer misses an important date/anniversary because of jj and reader is finally fed up being second place to her) trying my best to address all of them. Not proofread. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! 💗 masterlist
The hazy dim light of each candle on the white linen covered table gave the restaurant an orange hue. Various aromas of meat, wine, and complimentary cheese wafted through the enclosed space. Sensual tones of the saxophone lightly played on the speakers perfectly weave through each muted conversations between loved ones—couples and families. The high-end restaurant basked in good food and great company.
Everything was perfect.
Every costumer joyous and warm from the delicious wine.
All except for one, alone by the corner booth, phone pressed to your ear and eyes scanning for the tall, lithe form of the date for the night.
Beep. Beep. Be—
You grimaced at the busy line tone that answered you, again. Hands gripping the draped linen, trying your best not to tap your newly manicured fingers on the table—trying to blend into the background, unsuccessfully.
You stuck out like a sore thumb. All dressed up with no partner or food on the table, just a glass of once chilled wine—condensation all around it like tears of abandonment and longing.
fuck me i guess
Spencer Reid's hands + books
i think about his hands everyday
My anniversary with my bf was literally yesterday (we’re long distance rn) but if he MISSED our dinner ohhhhh my god. If he thinks I’m annoying now, I swear I would ruin that blonde man’s life. Spencer Reid, I’ll ruin your life. HOW DARE YOU!!! (I loved it thanks pookie sorry for disappearing)
i was wondering were you were actually, havent heard a peep from my twin pookie 👀
imagine not even contacting you to cancel oh i would be insufferable
i want this cough and colds gone pls, i’m tired of sneezing and coughing to the point my lungs feel sore 😭
thank you so much! i'm honored that you liked my work! 💕
it may be petty of me but i think I’d hide his first edition books in random places in his apartment to get even. like there’s no case if i do that right? its not stealing if its still at his place lol and every time he finds one, he’ll think about me 👹👹
you're better than me bc I would destroy them ( no matter how much it would hurt to destroy the books :/ but there's no limit to what I would do just to spite / get back at someone ) but I think that would drive him crazy bc he has an eidetic memory and he's supposed to know where he places his things. maybe pull a b99 and move everything in his place a few inches to the left or right so it'd would have a bit of an off vibe to a place that you're supposed to know like the back of your hand.
petty things that won’t get me in trouble is a great revenge in my books. i think i’d cry if someone destroys my books so your way definitely would work 😭😭
Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Summary: Spencer misses an important date and ends up paying the consequences Trope:Angst w.c: 4.2k a/n: this is one of the many many requests of @lavonee (her exact request was: maybe spencer misses an important date/anniversary because of jj and reader is finally fed up being second place to her) trying my best to address all of them. Not proofread. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! 💗 masterlist
The hazy dim light of each candle on the white linen covered table gave the restaurant an orange hue. Various aromas of meat, wine, and complimentary cheese wafted through the enclosed space. Sensual tones of the saxophone lightly played on the speakers perfectly weave through each muted conversations between loved ones—couples and families. The high-end restaurant basked in good food and great company.
Everything was perfect.
Every costumer joyous and warm from the delicious wine.
All except for one, alone by the corner booth, phone pressed to your ear and eyes scanning for the tall, lithe form of the date for the night.
Beep. Beep. Be—
You grimaced at the busy line tone that answered you, again. Hands gripping the draped linen, trying your best not to tap your newly manicured fingers on the table—trying to blend into the background, unsuccessfully.
You stuck out like a sore thumb. All dressed up with no partner or food on the table, just a glass of once chilled wine—condensation all around it like tears of abandonment and longing.
i'm doing good! today was a productive and tiring day at work so i'm a little exhausted! now i'm trying to reward myself with some chocolate cake and write some drabbles!
that’s great to hear and oooh chocolate cake sounds really good! excited to read more of your works, the first one i read was really cute and adorable 💗
heeey anon, missing the actual anniversary date would have been my last straw actually. i may be understanding but im no masochist
and you're so right for that bc personally i would have caused him so much new trauma, he'd have to break out when thinking of me or even hearing my name. a girl can only take so much before you have to go batshit insane 🎀
i can just imagine the batshit crazy actions you’d need to cause to traumatize an fbi agent 😂 he would never know peace truly and its justified
it may be petty of me but i think I’d hide his first edition books in random places in his apartment to get even. like there’s no case if i do that right? its not stealing if its still at his place lol and every time he finds one, he’ll think about me 👹👹
