A Soft Place To Land

A soft place to land

{Spencer isn’t used to having someone waiting up for him}

Super fluffy! As always I hope you enjoy my lovelies! 💕

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It’s half-eleven when Spencer finally gets home, opening the door with a heavy sigh as he kicks off his shoes. It was a long day, too long, and he’d missed you more than usual. Today’s case hit a little too close to home. The unsub had a pattern of targeting women in relationships, striking them when their partners were away, and the only thing Spencer could think about was you.

The thought of anything even happening to you when he’s away was enough to make him sick to his stomach.

He runs a hand down his face, another long sigh falling from his lips whilst he loosens his tie, before reaching to flick the light on. He frowns, with slight confusion, as he looks around the apartment, realising the light is already on. Then his face softens as he looks over at you. You’re curled up on his sofa, safe, with a throw blanket draped over your body. He blames his exhaustion for not recognising that sooner.

The sight makes his heart melt, a sudden warmth bleeding through his chest, and just like that the stress from today withers away, replaced by an overwhelming feeling, love.

Spencer walks over to where you’re lying, carefully kneeling beside the sofa as he moves your hair from your face, tucking it gently behind your ear. He leans down to gently kiss your cheek, and the feeling stirs you awake.

Your eyes flutter open slowly, adjusting to the low light of the lamp. “Shit- I’m sorry honey,” he says softly, the feeling of his thumb caressing your cheek almost lulls you back to sleep.

He watches you with kind eyes as you sit up, flashing him a sleepy smile and he can’t help but chuckle at you. “It’s alright” you whisper, words coming out all mushed together and laced with sleep. “How was work?” You ask, adoration, dripping from your tone that it, in all honesty, takes Spencer back a little.

He wasn’t used to this, having someone whose love for him was so unconditional like yours. It scared him in ways he couldn’t even begin to describe and he knows, as he would do everything in his power to keep you, and your love for him.

Your question only elicits another dreary sigh, although a lot more dramatised. “Oh no, that bad huh?” You giggle, as he pouts, nodding his head. “Oh, you poor thing” you coo, with playful sarcasm.

He lets out a muffled, “I know” as he rests his head against your shoulder. His arms wrapped around you as he holds you close to him, your hands soothing against his back, a silent way of comforting him from the awful day he’s had.

He breathes in deeply, grounding himself with your touch and scent and he smiles when he realises you’re wearing that one perfume he had brought for your birthday, a sweet scent, but not too strong. It reminded him of a summer evening, which in turn, made him think of you.

“Oh, there are leftovers in the fridge if you’re hungry, just need to heat them up,” you tell him as he pulls back to press a kiss to your hairline, standing up with a soft huff, “I didn’t know if you had already eaten, so I thought better to buy you something, just in case”

God what did he do to deserve such a beautiful person in his life. He can’t help but think as you smile up at him, eyes crinkling slightly. A beautiful person, through and through.

“Thank you baby” he smiles back at you as you follow him out to the kitchen, the throw blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders, to fight off the cold.

He puts the container in the microwave, turning the dial and setting it for a couple of minutes. You stand behind him with your arms around his torso, the pair of you gently swaying as he waits for his food to warm up, and he doesn’t miss the way you stifle a yawn against his shoulder.

Spencer turns around, facing you, and his hands cup your cheeks gently. He leans into you, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You’re tired, go get into bed I’ll join you in a minute, honey,” he tells you, with nothing but care in his voice.

But, at last, you’re stubborn and you shake your head as he frowns at you, “I want to sit with you and talk for a while” you mumble, fighting the urge to close your eyes as his thumb caresses along your cheek.

He knows you hate it whenever you two don’t get to have dinner together, honestly a rarity, so that's why he doesn’t push it, knowing the time you spend together is so important to you both.

He whispers a small ‘Alright’ as he presses another kiss to your forehead then another to the tip of your nose. The gentle words ‘I love you’ fall so easily from his lips.

“I love you too, so much” you whisper before pulling him into you, your lips finally meeting his in a sweet kiss, a warmth that blankets the pair of you, woven by your devotion for each other.

With that, the microwaves finally ‘Dings’ making the pair of you pull apart. You keep to your words, and you sit with him while he eats, both of you talking about anything and everything. It’s home, Spencer thinks as he listens to you recall your day, spilling all the 'office gossip', which he loves just a little too much, and he knows there’s no one else he’d rather come home to than you.

By the time Spencer gets into bed, you’re already passed out, shuffling closer to him in your sleep as he cuddles up beside you, your leg thrown over his, and he sleeps soundly with you next to him, a heart full of love.

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hii i saw your requests were open so here :)

could you write super fluffy tender love with spencer reid x reader

(also maybe a mention that she’s also in the bau)

no pressure at all, hope you have a good day <33

-Spencer Reid x reader

{Getting ready for work with Spencer Reid}

Sorry this took so long! I was kinda stumped with this but I Hope you enjoy nonetheless my lovelies!! 💕

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It’s criminal how early it is, the sun hasn’t even begun to rise and yet here you are brushing your teeth with sleepy eyes and you wouldn’t mind it so much if it wasn’t so cold, the autumn chill well and truly set in motion.

Spencer pops his head around the bathroom door as you finish up, his eyes meet yours through the mirror. “Do you know where my purple vest is?” He asks through a yawn and you can’t help but smile as you turn around, the sight of his curly bed hair and the remanence of sleep still very visible on his face.

“Yeah it’s folded up with the rest of the clean washing,” you tell him softly as you reach over to tuck his unruly hair behind his ear.

He whispers a small 'thank you', pressing a kiss to your palm as he leans into your touch before smirking to himself, noticing you’ve got a little toothpaste on your chin. Before you can even ask him why he’s smiling he responds, poking your chin as he speaks “You’ve got a little something… here”

With that he walks away, laughing to himself as you groan, washing your face before following him out into the kitchen. You stand behind him, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist with your face pressed into his back as he continues to make two cups of coffee, adding one extra spoon of sugar into his cup.

“It’s gonna be so cold out today” you whine, shuffling away slightly as he turns around to face you. Spencer takes a moment to hold you, his chest blooming with warmth when your arms immediately wrap around him, once again, holding him closer to you in search of warmth.

His hand soothes the expanse of your back, drawing comforting circles into your hip as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Mhm, I’ve already packed your hand warmers.” He whispers, knowing just how cold your hands can get.

It’s such a small thing but it means the world to you, how he picks up on the little things that none else ever did. You swear he knows you better than you know yourself sometimes. “You’re the best” you mumble into the fabric of his vest, the soft material against your cheek only drives you closer to him.

“Yeah I know” he chuckles, pulling away from you when the kettle pings and the loss of warmth immediately hits you. He can feel you watching him as he goes back to making the coffee, he catches you from the corner of his eye, the way you watch his hands as he stirs the warm beverage.

“Go get dressed” he laughs, reaching over to push at your shoulder.

“Why can’t I just spend the day admiring you?” You ask, and you take pride in the way he looks away from you with a bashful smirk, trying to hide the way he blushes.

“Because we need your beautiful brain,” he says, looking over at you with love in his eyes. “And, I need you focused” his tone is quiet, and there’s a certain seriousness to his words that doesn’t go amiss.

He knows the difficulties that come with working in the bau and how they seemed to double when the pair of you got together and yet the two of you still pushed your way through all the challenges in fact Spencer would argue that it made your relationship stronger.

But that still doesn’t change the fact you’re both still human. You reach out to place a gentle hand against his arm, “Of course” and your soft words seem to calm his nerves for now. He leans to press a kiss on your cheek, and before he can move away, you pull him back, your hands cupping his warm cheeks as you pepper kisses all over his flushed face.

You bask in the raspy chuckle that leaves his lips as he tries to push you away. “Go get changed,” he gasps in between kisses. Placing his hands on your shoulders, he pulls you back gently with a loving smile. "Hotch will kill us" he says and you all but huff a dramatic, “Fine” dragging out the words as you make your way to the bedroom.

The sun has finally started to rise, casting a low light through the kitchen where Spencer waits for you, tapping his fingers against the table, but his attention soon shifts entirely to you when you walk through the door.

“Do you think we’ll have time to stop at the bakery?” You ask, waiting for an answer that doesn’t come as Spencer admires you. There’s something in his soft expression that makes you go giddy with love.

He walks over to you, and his hands immediately find your hips. “Is this new?” He asks, as his hands begin to soothe along your waist, feeling the soft knitted fabric of your sweater.

“Oh yeah, I got like the other day… hey, we’re kinda matching” You smile, noticing the same shade of purple that Spencer is wearing.

“Derek is going to have a field day with this” he tells you, already preparing himself for the day-long commentary, that he’s sure Emily will also chime in on.

“Do you me to go change?” You ask and without missing a beat Spencer shakes his head with a frown, almost offended you would even suggest such a thing. He pulls you closer to him.

“What? no, of course not, you look really good” he says, tucking your hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing along your cheek, “You’re beautiful” his tone is hushed, almost a whisper as he presses one last kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You can’t stop the way your heart skips a beat, how he looks at you with nothing but love in his eyes and how that same love bleeds into his touch. “And yeah, we should have time to go to that bakery, if we leave now” he says, handing you your coffee in a to-go cup.

You nod with an excited gleam in your eyes as you grab the car keys from the glass bowl. Walking out of the apartment, Spencer follows closely behind you, his hand slipping into yours as you, make your way to the car, preparing yourself for the long day ahead.

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-Spencer Reid x reader

{Spencer is there for you even on your worst days}

Hope you enjoy lovelies! 💕

cw// Alludes to the reader having depression// mentions of food// Spencer washes the reader's hair.

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You don't think you've moved much from your spot on the bed since the sun rose, tucked away within the comfort of the soft blankets as time passed, not that you were paying much mind to it. You didn’t really have the energy to care and before you knew it Spencer was coming back home.

You hear him as he closes the door before walking through the apartment, softly calling out your name and it’s only then you’re hit with the guilt of not doing anything productive today.

Spencer opens the bedroom door with a gentle smile and it doesn’t falter, not once, despite the fact you probably look very pitiful, curled up into a ball trying to nurse the dull ache that seizes your body.

He sits down next to you, “How was work?” You whisper tone heavy with tiredness and you didn’t realise just how dry your throat was until now. He tucks your hair behind your ear, his fingertips are so gentle as they graze against your skin.

“It was okay, mostly just paperwork so nothing too bad,” he says keeping the same hushed tone as you before leaning down slightly to press a kiss against your forehead, a feeling that sends a shiver through your body, almost bringing you back to life.

You nod your head with a small, “Good, that’s good” enjoying the way his hand soothes against your back, the warmth of his presence seems to lift your spirits and that ache in your heart doesn’t seem so heavy.

Spencer hates seeing you like this, so defeated. He tries to think of things, anything that might make you feel just a little better than right now and he silently curses himself for not having the power to take all the pain away, the pain that is obvious in your eyes.

He knows it’s not his fault, that realistically he can’t do anything to erase these feelings you have, but reality isn’t always the easiest to accept. What he can do however is be there for you, to make you as comfortable as possible.

You look up at him with a strained smile as he brings the back of his hand to caress your warm cheek, “Do you want me to run you a bath?” He asks in such a gentle tone it almost makes you flinch.

Spencer watches as you contemplate his question, “Do you still have that candle Penelope brought?” You wonder, leaning into his hand enjoying the way it feels against your cheek, ever so slightly gun calloused.

“Yeah of course, as well as the soaps” he smiles, shuffling to make space for you as you sit up.

“A bath would be nice” you whisper as he nods, standing from his place on the bed.

There’s a feeling that captures you and suddenly you’re missing the warmth of his hand against your face. “I’ll go run it. You go get something to drink, yeah?” He holds his hand out for you as he helps pull you up from the bed and onto your feet.

“Okay” you sigh and he presses another soft kiss to your forehead before he walks into the bathroom, and you find yourself thinking just how fortunate you are.

The bathroom is pleasantly warm, not too stuffy or steamy. It’s nice and cosy with the sweet-scented candle that brings a comforting atmosphere and somehow it all makes it a lot easier to actually enjoy the bath.

The water envelopes your body, the bubbles surrounding you as you bring your knees to your chest. “Is it okay Angel?” Spencer asks as he pops his head around the door.

You look over at him with a great full smile, “It’s perfect- thank you” you whisper, trying to ignore the guilt that suddenly barges through your chest settling within your heart. He’s always been so caring and loving despite how tiring his job is. He makes time for you. And sometimes when you’re deep within your own self-sabotage, you can’t help but wonder if you really deserve him.

“Of course” he says and the love that bleeds into his tone seems to nurture the doubt you have.

Spencer is so gentle, so gentle that it almost makes you cry. His delicate fingers brush your wet hair away from your eyes, tucking the strands behind your ear as he leans against the dark marble of the bathtub.

He’d offered to wash your hair, a request you turned down at first. Not wanting to burden him any further. But he insisted and you couldn’t find the energy to fight him on it and in all honesty you’re glad you didn’t because you swear you haven’t felt so at peace than what you do right now.

He peppers your shoulders with gentle kisses trailing along your dewy skin up to your cheek enjoying the breathless giggles that leave your lips, a sound he could never get bored of. “I was thinking, maybe we could cook dinner together?” He says, knowing you enjoyed the last time you cooked together.

You nod your head, “I’d like that actually” You say and your heart warms at the excitement that flashes through his eyes. He presses one last kiss to your forehead before leaving you to prepare the ingredients.

You finish drying your hair before slipping on one of Spencer's cardigans. You walk out into the kitchen watching as he carefully reads the instructions following them with such precision that it makes him look like a professional chef, the thought makes you chuckle.

He turns around, opening his arms out for you. “How are you feeling?” He asks, his arms wrapping around your shoulders as he brings you into his chest making you feel all giddy.

“A lot better. I think you might be magic” he lets out a soft chuckle as his hands soothe against your back. The guilt is still harsh in your heart, a heavy feeling that doesn’t seem to budge, “I’m sorry. You come home from work and you haven’t even had time to sit down” you mumble into his shirt.

There's something in your tone that strikes him, a pang of hurt through his chest, it makes him pull back slightly as he holds your face in his hands. "That doesn't bother me, angel. You had a bad day of course I'll be there for you" he says as his thumb gently caresses your cheek.

"Nothing bad actually happened" you sigh trying to ignore the blocky feeling that wedges in the back of your throat.

"And sometimes those can be worst days," he says, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose and the ticklish feeling makes you laugh. "You're always there for me, I want to be here for you too" The sincerity in his tone almost breaks you completely, and the way he looks at you with nothing but pure love with those wonderful hazel eyes of his.

You can't seem to find the words to say, so instead, you whisper a soft, "I love you." The heaviness in your chest that's been plaguing you all day, seems to lighten and in its place takes a much more welcomed feeling, it's warm and homely.

"I love you too" he smiles as you lean to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, "Do you want to help me chop the vegetables?" he asks as you nod, walking over to the cutting board as you make a start on the carrots. He guides you through the rest of the steps, and you make a joke about how serious he gets when it comes to cooking, and you once again find yourself wondering just how lucky you really are.

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This is kind of a silly request but how about reader giving Leon a kiss while wearing a lip plumping gloss and him feeling the literal tingles and him being like what the heck this is new. I saw this cute comment that someone said that when their partner mentioned the tingling their response was that their kisses are electric.

- Leon Kennedy x Reader

This is too cute!! Hope you enjoy my lovelies 💕💕

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“Hey sweetheart” Leon smiles walking over to where you’re sitting, crossed-legged on the bed. You’ve been piecing together the Lego bricks from the new set he had gotten you for your anniversary, eyebrows furrowed as you carefully follow the steps.

There’s something about the small frown that ghosts over the space between your eyebrows that makes his heart melt, despite the fact you’re currently ignoring him.

He tries again, this time taking a seat down next to you, the bed dipping slightly as he does so. “Having fun?” He says, watching as you study the instruction book. He chuckles when you look over at him with excitement in your eyes, nodding as you snap the colourful blocks together.

“Mhm, it’s almost done,” you tell him with a beam of happiness in your eyes, looking over at him as he reaches out his hand to tuck your hair behind your ear, he smiles as you lean into his touch.

You’re almost inclined to put away the Legos and curl up with him, and the way his thumb grazes against your cheek certainly doesn’t help. The warmth from his touch makes you realise just how tense you’ve gotten, an ache that stretches across your shoulders and down your spine.

Leon notices as you roll your shoulders slightly, a small sigh falling from your lips when he starts to massage you with his big hands. “D’you wanna take a break?” He asks, shuffling closer to you.

You contemplate his offer for a second, glancing over at your empty water bottle and it’s only then you become aware of how dry your throat is. You reach over to the reusable bottle with a “Mhm, I need a drink” and before you can even stand up Leon is already grabbing the bottle.

“I’ll go angel” he says leaning to press a gentle kiss to your lips, the taste of whatever is on your lips only makes him smile against you deepening the kiss. The feeling makes you forget all about the plumping lip gloss you put on just a minute ago.

He doesn’t make it out of the bedroom before turning around with confusion in his eyes. Leon licks his lips with an almost comical panic, “What the hell is that?” He asks wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

You can’t help but laugh at him, “What? It’s just lip gloss” You shrug biting back your smile. He shakes his head with urgency as he presses the tips of his fingers against his mouth as if he’s checking he’s still got lips.

“Baby, it’s like... pins and needles” he says taking the end of his shirt as he pulls it up to his mouth, wiping away the product. And if it wasn’t for the tingling sensation, that he’s currently freaking out over, he would have teased you about the way you’re so clearly eyeing his abs right now.

You giggle as he walks back over to you, sitting back down on the bed, “It’s not that bad. You’re so over dramatic” you tease, reaching over to brush his fringe away from his eyes.

“Over dramatic? Honey, I can’t feel them” he teases still prodding at his supple lips. You reach over to gently swat his hands away, “I guess our kisses are electric, huh?” he nudges your shoulder with his own, his eyes gleaming with joy as he chuckles at the slight eye roll you give him.

“Electric?” You repeat, trying to stifle the giggle that creeps into your throat.

He nods in earnest, leaning into you with a soft whisper against your ear, “So electric baby” and you can’t help but burst into laughter, a hand clamped over your mouth as he chuckles against your shoulder.

Leon pulls away for a moment, taking the opportunity to admire you as calm yourself down. His hand cups your jaw gently as he presses soft kisses to your lips, not minding the slight tingle that it causes.

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hello!! i was reading smth on twitter abt how this person went on a date w someone and after they kissed, the other persons watch beeped rly loud due to an abnormal heartbeat and i thought it was rly cute and funny, i was wondering if i could request smth w leon? :0 i hope this made sense ;; no worries if it doesnt, its up to u!! hope u have a great day!! 💗

- Leon Kennedy x reader

This is so very cute!! Thank you for requesting my lovely! 💕

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Leon took it upon himself to walk you back home from the quaint restaurant the two of you had visited tonight, in celebration of ‘date night’ something that the pair of you agreed should happen at least once a week.

“I’ll be honest baby- I didn’t even know that place existed until tonight” You smile as you try to fish out your keys from your bag, frowning softly as you do so.

He presses a gentle hand to your lower back, “How? You live practically next door” he chuckles, admiring the way the light of the street lamps dusts against your face, painting you in a rather flattering light.

You shrug your shoulders with a small “I dunno” as you continue to try and dig out your keys, that seem to be hiding from you in the depths of your bag. Leon goes to help you but not before you prick yourself with something sharp, letting out a little yelp as you retreat your hand back out of the bag, dropping it as you cradle your hand with your other.

He watches as your purse drops to the concrete, low and behold your keys fall right out. “Hey, you alright sweetheart?” He asks, moving closer to you, taking your hand in his as he study’s the small cut that adorns the tip of your finger, “It’s not bleeding” he says softly, pressing a kiss to your fingertip.

The action is so gentle and full of care, even the way his hand grasps yours. It takes you back a little and you can’t help the stutter it creates in your heart.

“Thank you, Leon” you let out a shaky sigh, trying to calm down the flutter in your chest, “And for tonight- it means a lot” you giggle, feeling all bashful.

He inches closer to you, a delicate hand against your hip as he leans into you and before you know it his lips are against yours, a sweet, love-filled kiss that has your hands grasping at Leon’s shoulders as he effortlessly takes your breath away.

He pulls back resting his forehead against yours as you both let out breathy chuckles between each other, “My pleasure angel” and god are his words so sickeningly sweet, dripping with honey, and by the way, he chuckles you think he knows it.

You’re about to respond with some snarky comment about how 'cheesy' he can be, but before you can your watch lets out three, very loud, beeps. Embarrassment wraps around your body in haste.

“What was that?” He asks, looking down at your watch as you quickly hide it behind your back.

“Nothing!- it’s just- I need my keys” You stumble over your words as you grab your bag and front door keys from the cold ground.

Leon doesn’t let it slide, of course not, it’s not in his nature so instead he grabs your wrist pulling from behind your back, and your attempts to pull away are futile as he studies the small screen.

He watches the small love heart as it beats, along with a small red arrow that rises signifying that your heartbeat has increased rather rapidly and Leon can’t help the pride that bursts through his chest.

“N’aww did I do that baby?” He coos, dodging your hands as you try to flick his nose.

“Don’t be mean Leon” you huff, avoiding his eyes as his hands hold yours, “Or that'll be our last date.”

“Oh sweetheart- m’just messing, it’s cute honestly- it’s adorable. You’re adorable” he says, pulling you back into him as you hide yourself against his chest, another huff leaving your lips.

“Yeah, yeah” you mumble, rolling your eyes unbeknownst to Leon who peppers kisses against your face, his rough hands carefully holding either side of your jaw, and you internally curse yourself as your watch beeps again which only makes Leon chuckle, mumbling something about how he should stop before he ‘gives you a heart attack’.

And you make a mental note not to wear this watch on your next date, knowing he’ll never let you live this down.

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Hiya my lovelies!! 💕

Just wanted to say that my requests are open!

You can check out my Masterlist here!

I’m currently writing for…

- The marauders

- House of the dragon

- Resident Evil

- Criminal Minds