-Spencer Reid X Reader

-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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Tags- @violetrainbow412-blog

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

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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Hi! I love your work so much, and this is my first time doing a request! I was wondering if you could do a Leon x reader where reader is a huge gamer girl and loves to play, but doesn’t play when Leon is around, bc her past relationship kinda frowned apon playing video games while s/o was around? And Leon’s all like “wdym, no baby it’s fine”?

(I hope that wasn’t too much >_<) Thank you and have a lovely rest of your day and stay healthy and hydrated!

-Leon Kennedy x reader

Ack!! This is too cute, hope you enjoy my lovelies!💕💕

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Leon is busy working away at the stack of paperwork that Chris so kindly gave him, claiming that he was ‘better at that sort of stuff’. He sits at the kitchen table, rolling his shoulders as he continues the pattern of reading then typing, reading and typing.

You look over at him from where you’re sitting on the sofa, your controller in hand as you contemplate turning it all off. You watch the crease between his brows get stronger, as he huffs out in annoyance running his hand through his soft hair, strands falling to fame his face.

Maybe your game is too loud? Perhaps it's distracting him?

Your mind wanders until you’ve convinced yourself that you’re the sole reason for his stress, that so obviously stains his face. You pause the game thankful that the music seems to be much quieter in the menu.

“You stuck again angel?” He chuckles, seeming a lot more relaxed than he was a moment ago. He pushes the laptop away as he stands up from his chair with a stretch and an exhausted sigh.

You shake your head as you watch him pour himself, and you, a drink. “No… well not really” you say, putting the controller on the coffee table as he walks over to you with two glasses in hand, taking a seat next to you as he hands you one with a gentle smile.

Leon can tell something up by the way you start to pick at your nails, avoiding him and his gaze as you get swept up in your own mind. “What’s going on huh?” He asks as he rubs your shoulder with his hand, hoping to stop whatever train of thought that has carried you away.

“Nothing I just- I’m sorry if the game was distracting” you mumble. There's something in your tone that he catches onto as if you're seeking some kind of validation for you to simply play your game, and it hurts Leon to think anyone ever made you feel like that. You go and turn the console off, but you don’t get far as he reaches to gently grab your wrist keeping you from getting up.

“No it wasn’t” he smiles, dropping a kiss to your shoulder as you sit back down, “You’re fine baby, honestly I like it” he admits handing the controller back to you with a wink and a smirk and you can’t help but let out a breathy chuckle.

He slings his arm around your shoulder pulling you into him as he urges you to continue playing, “What about your work?” You ask suddenly feeling awfully silly.

“I’ll do the rest tomorrow, wanna spend the night with my girl” he smiles, taking a sip of his drink as he watches you play your game, asking questions and pointing things out as you work your way through the story, and it makes your heart beam with love because he's genuinely interested, and it shows with the way his eyes seem to gleam with love.

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-Remus Lupin x reader

{You and Remus go camping and make some s’mores}

It’s all fluff!! very soft!Remus because I love him, enjoy my lovelies! 💕

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It’s much chillier now the sun has set, its orangey warm light casting over the horizon. It is beautiful, and you can’t help but admire how the soft pinky colour bleeds through the clouds. It takes your breath away.

So much so that you don’t hear Remus asking you where the matches are as he pokes the dying campfire with a stick, “-Angel? The matchsticks?” He nudges your knee with his elbow, smiling at the amazement that gleams within your eyes, he wishes he had his Polaroid camera near him.

“Huh? Oh, sorry here- I was worlds away” You feel the embarrassment creep up into your chest as you hand him the box of matchsticks.

“S’alright love” you watch as he relights the fire before joining you back on the blanket you had set on the grass, he shuffles closer to you with a slight shiver, his cold hands slipping under your jumper.

You gasp, sitting upright as you grab ahold of his wrists prying his freezing hands away from your warm skin, “Remus! You just lit the fire quit using me” You try to sound as serious as possible, but it’s hard when he starts laughing. His eyes are so full of love that it makes you feel all types of giddy.

He stops trying to cypher your body heat as you clasp your hands around his, “Let me warm them up” you whisper before peppering gentle kisses along his knuckles, noticing the ever-so-tiny scar that runs along his finger. He had accidentally sliced it one drunken night when he was craving box-brownies, and he couldn’t open the box, you remember wrapping his finger in a bandage.

His chest flutters and his stomach twists with sickly love as he watches you kiss his hands before holding them between your own, caressing them. “God, you’re so lovely” he whispers, wrapping his arms around you as he tugs you closer, pressing his face into your neck.

Remus breathes you in, pressing delicate kisses along your neck, his warm lips trailing up to your jaw. “So- so lovely” he whispers against you, smiling when your breath hitches ever so softly as his lips continue to travel along your skin.

“You’re silly” you whisper, raking your fingers through his hair. He shakes his head, bringing your hand to press a kiss against your palm as he mumbles “M’not I’m being serious” against you.

He shuffles to sit behind you, his legs on either side of you as you rummage through your backpack, “Do you want dessert?” You ask as he rests his chin on your shoulder, humming in approval when you pull out the marshmallows and chocolate biscuits.

Remus watches as you skewer the marshmallows before holding them over the fire, turning them every so often. The sky was now littered with stars, and with it came a slight chill in the air. If it weren’t for Remus sitting behind you with his arms wrapped around your middle, it would be a lot more colder.

“You’re so pretty” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your shoulder then another to your jaw, his hands slipping under your jumper once again to settle against your tummy.

You smile, softly shaking your head, “Stop distracting the cook” you tease as you sandwich one of the toasted marshmallows between two chocolate-covered biscuits, handing it to Remus, whose chin is still resting against your shoulder. You can’t help but chuckle as he takes the whole thing into his mouth.

“Oh my god, Remus” you giggle, as he licks his lips, nodding his head in approval, his eyes wide with delight.

He watches as you eat the sweet treat, smiling to himself softly as he notices the chocolate that collects in the corner of your mouth.

“Oh baby, you’ve got a little something” he whispers gently cupping your jaw, the tips of his fingers are surprisingly cool against your warm cheek. He turns your face to look at him.

Remus takes a moment to admire you. His eyes are so gentle as they study your face, and you can’t help but feel slightly embarrassed. The feeling soon dissipates as he presses his lips against yours. The taste of coffee and the sweetness of the chocolate only makes you want to deepen the kiss.

The position isn’t the most comfortable. It makes you pull away from him, shuffling to sit in front of him instead. “C’mere” he whispers, pulling you into him, kissing you once more, his hands on either side of your face.

He kisses you with so much love that it makes go dizzy. It’s in the way he holds your face and the way he sighs against your lips before kissing, again and again, until you are left breathless, resting your forehead against his.

It’s so quiet, the only thing you can hear is the distant sounds of nature and Remus’ soft breaths, and you swear if you focus enough you can hear his heartbeat.

He leans back against the tree making room for you to sit between his legs, and you do so without hesitation. Resting your head against his chest as he talks endlessly about stars and their constellations, you find yourself wishing you could spend eternity in this very moment.

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Miss you

I miss you too! And writing :/ I’ve been in such an awful funk lately, I just hate everything I write. {{also have been completely consumed by Baldur’s Gate 3}} but I have started working on some requests recently :)

Hope you have a wonderful week my love!! 💕