#husband!spencerreid

[elliesappetite]

New Girlfriend - Jealous Jealous Jealous Girl

pairing: spencer reid x reader 

summary: there’s a part of you that believes that dr spencer reid has a secret girlfriend, according to JJ he does. He’s your best friend, and surely he would’ve told you if that’s the case, but you don’t want to believe it, as you have always had feelings for the doctor for as long as you can remember, you feel envious of this mystery girl, but you don’t want to get in the way and lose the friendship to. 

genre: romance, no smut (perhaps?)

warnings: slow burn, angst in general, some fluff, (can’t think of any more at this point in time), there is mentions of y/n.

part two here

You were currently out with JJ and Morgan, looking at clothes while the employee is out the back grabbing names for us to know who the suspect is. Everything are things Spencer would wear, from the dorky shirts and the dorky jackets, you smile. You smile at the thought of him. 

As if she read your mind, JJ comments about the clothes being Spencer’s style, Morgan chuckles, and you chuckle to. 

“Hey do you know why Reid’s been acting all strange lately?” Morgan asks, “should I be concerned? I mean he’s always out doing something.” He shrugs as he continues to look around the store. “I’m pretty sure it’s a secret girlfriend.” 

You stop what you were doing and snapped your head to look at JJ, “girlfriend? Why do you think that?” You asked, hoping that it’s something else and not a girlfriend. You would’ve known...right? You’re best friends, you’re closer then Morgan and Garcia, and that’s saying something. 

“I was talking to Blake about it before we left, she has a high chance it’s a ‘phone booth girl’. Probably explains why he’s out so often, plus Blake told me he talks about her from time to time.” Neither Morgan nor JJ notice the sad look on your face, as you fiddle with your fingers, unsure whether you should excuse yourself. 

“I’ve got a list of everyone who’s called and/or visited in the past couple months.” The employee comes out, thankfully to pull you out of your thoughts. 

“Thanks sir, we appreciate it.” Morgan grabs the lists as the three of you start to head to the exit. 

“Y/n, you okay?” JJ asks, you nod, not wanting to speak, afraid your voice will betray you. “Okay, well if you need to speak to someone, I’m here.” She smiles to which you return. 

You’re at the police station where the team is stationed, you’re still thinking about him, if he really has a secret girlfriend that Blake and JJ are talking about. You shake your head, trying hard not to think about it, when suddenly you overhear Alex taking to Spencer, unable to resist you get close to where they were talking without being seen. 

“Is everything okay?” You heard Alex ask. “Yeah I'm fine, just trying to do my work but I couldn’t concentrate out there so I came in here.” She nods.

“I mean is everything okay with the ‘phone booth girl’.” Your heart clenches at the sound of her “name”. “We went out to go to dinner last night.” dinner? You thought. so he has a girlfriend? Or at least wants her to be his girlfriend. You internally sigh, not wanting them to hear as you walk away, not bearing to hear anymore. 

“So it was a date?” Alex smirks at the Spencer Reid on a date with a mystery girl. 

Spencer shook his head. “No, nothing of that sorts, I’m not even romantically attracted to her, she’s pretty yes, but she’s not y/n.” He looks at the doorway, wanting y/n to be there, but knowing she’s also busy with the case. 

“So this mystery phone booth girl isn’t your type?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Maeve, her name is Maeve. Better to give her an actual name then phone booth girl”. He comments. “But however, I know Maeve likes me, she attempts to flirt with me”. He shrugs. 

“Then why don’t you say something to y/n?”

“Because I’m scared of losing the friendship I have with her.”

Alex crouches to his level, as Spencer is confused. “Y/n loves you. She absolutely has loved you for a long time now, and I can see it, the way she stares at you, the way she’d rather help you then anyone else. The way you’re always on the number one spot on the list. So go to her and tell her before she slips through your fingers.”

He nods, as he hugs her for the first time, then grabs his stuff and leaves, but before he leaves the rooms, he turns back. “Thank you Alex, for everything.” She smiles to which he returns. 

He’s walking away.

“Go get ‘em loverboy.” She whispers.

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A/N:

I hope you enjoyed it!! If you’re lucky I could do a small second part of the confession. 

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[halamet-chalamet]

there's a part in his home tour where he shows his friends wisdom teeth and a screw that im pretty sure was in his body at one point... and he says he's going to give it to a special girl... so I was thinking what if one night the reader is staying at his house and he comes in with the screw wrapped and she opens it and just gives a him a look, like 'really 🙄🤨'

Oh my goshhh! I’ve been so excited to write this pleasssse. It’s so funny let’s gooooo (also side note I came up with this guy Jack bcs idk he needed to be there so yeah)

Warnings: reader gets a knee screw bahaha mention of wisdom teeth. Tooth rotting fluff. Mathew being weird because he is and that’s why we love him. Also I’m bad at point of view and tenses in my writing so their are probably mistakes… also use of Y/N, and M/N (middle name)

Mathew had just gotten home from a day of shooting a new small film he’s in. He didn’t see you this morning and didn’t get to see you, so he had been ecstatic to come home to you.

“Y/n?” He called, but no answer. Mathew figured you were out at the store, or with friends, even though it was slightly odd of you not to at least leave a note. “Y/nnnnn!!” He sang through the house on his way to the bedroom. Before he could open the door he heard a familiar laugh behind the door. “What are you doing?” He asked as he came into the room very unexpectedly. Although he wasn’t sure what was going on, a smile was still plastered on his face at the idea of seeing you after what felt like so long.

“Sorry, I’m sorry!” You apologized through wheezes.

“What? What is it?” He was giggling now because your laugh was so contagious. Though as you shook your head he realized he was now on a mission to figure out why you were laughing so hard. “Lemme see your phone!” He demanded in a more playful than scary tone. You shook your head once more. “Y/N!” His voice cracked.

“No Matt! No!!” You said between laughter as he pried the phone from your hands.

“This is my video,” he was confused. How could a tour of your guys’ own house be funny?

“Yes I know.” You said catching your breath.

“Why are you laughing at this? This is literally your house?” ‘Wow’ you thought ‘he genuinely doesn’t know how funny his personality is’.

“You showed them our fireplace,” you raised your eyebrows in hopes of him catching on. But he didn’t. “With Jacks wisdom teeth!” He still didn’t know what was funny. “Annnnd,” you dragged out the nnnn. “Your KNEE screw!”

Mathew smiled at your explanation, “yes.. that’s because my knee screw is in a very special place,” he would’ve continued but you cut him off.

“To give to a very special girl?” I questioned.

“Yes!”

“I don’t want your knee screw..”

“Well, who else would I give it to?”

“No one should GET your knee screw Mathew!” You shouted but not angrily. You were giggling again.

“Fine!” Mathew sighed with defeat and flopped next to you on the bed. “I’m so sleepy.” He sighed into your shoulder, attempting to get as close to you as possible. “Go to sleep, babe.” You answered wrapping an arm around him and letting your own eyes droop as well.

Mathew would have slept in. He loves to sleep especially after work. But the prank master himself had a brilliant idea that couldn’t wait another hour.

Mathew slips into the living room as quietly as possible. Luckily you were sleeping soundly. He takes the screws out of the fire place, double gift wraps them, and then places them in a bag.

You stretched out of bed, feeling the cold space next to you. “Mathew!” He was cooking in the kitchen, way too excited to see your face when you woke up. “In here honey!” He called through the house.

You stumbled out. Clearly having just woken up. “Why are you up?” You asked rubbing your eyes, “and cooking?” Mathew just shrugged. “YOU’RE EVEN WEARING SLIGHTLY PRESENTABLE CLOTHES AT 10AM!” You exclaim in your best morning shout. Mathew just shrugged. “Spill it Gube.” You deadpan.

“I got you something!” He says excitedly. Too excitedly. ‘This has happened before’ you thought. ‘Mathews middle name was prank, and he’s done it too many times’.

“What is it?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “It’s for you!” He smiles.

The gift bag was beautiful. A little notecard read ‘for a very special girl’.

“This feels suspicious, Matt.” I continued to unwrap the small box. My jaw dropped. ‘He wouldn’t’

But oh he would, he did. He was making a terrible attempt at containing his laughter. I looked up at him. There were no words. An eye roll and dead pan did the job perfectly.

“I wish I could apologize!” He wheezed. “But it’s too funny!” He was snorting for goodness sake.

“You are ridiculous Mathew Gray Gubler!” I made the meanest face I could to avoid laughter.

“You are adorable Y/n, M/n, Gubler!”

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[skylefanfiction]

This was such a good scene where Aaron asked Penelope to tell them the names of the eighth victim’s parents as they had yet to realize that her husband was The Butcher and it was their son helping him with these newest murders that were similar to his last original victim. All of the actors were good in this scene especially Thomas when Aaron was asking Penelope that question about the parents. #criminalminds #criminalmindsscene #criminalmindsfandom #criminalmindscbs #aaronhotchner #davidrossi #derekmorgan #emilyprentiss #penelopegarcia #spencerreid #thomasgibson #thomasgibsonofficial #joemantegna #shemarmoore #pagetbrewster #kirstenvangsness #matthewgraygubler https://www.instagram.com/p/ClCQUPUPx0M/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[shemarmooresfedora]

Protective of the Princess

Summary: Jo comes home with some unexpected news and Spencer isn’t a fan. (This is a stand-alone one-shot of my completed ‘Rebuilding Family’ series)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: mentions of little kids kissing, spencer freaking out, fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: based on this ask from @reidsbookclub and this ask from @samuel-de-champagne-problems

Masterlist

Spencer made it clear to Jo she could be anything she wanted to be growing up.

She would change her mind about her career path quite often but Spencer was always supportive. When she wanted to be a vet, she had a bunch of different stuffed animals to practice on. When she wanted to be an astronaut, you all built a rocket ship out of a cardboard box. When she wanted to be a scientist, Spencer got her a book set of kid’s science books.

One afternoon after school, Jo hopped up on the kitchen counter as Spencer was making her a snack and you were playing with the twins on the floor.

“Daddy, I can’t go to work any more,” Jo stated.

“Why not, Princess?” Spencer asked, sliding apple slices and peanut butter in front of her.

“I have a baby and husband now,” Jo explained.

“You got a baby and husband in one day?” you questioned.

“Thomas kissed me and then we got married under the slide at recess and now we have a baby. I don’t have time for work, Daddy,” Jo sounded exasperated.

“Thomas did WHAT?” Spencer gaped.

“He kissed me like you kiss Mommy every morning before work,” she demonstrated the little peck on her baby doll.

Spencer’s eyes widened, “Y/N, please help.”

You stood from the blanket where the twins were having tummy time.

“Jo, how about you wait until you’re a little older to start kissing people? A hug or high five can show love to. You can try that next time,” you suggested.

“Daddy says kissing is safer than handshakes though,” Jo reminded you.

“Nope! I lied! Kissing is very dangerous,” Spencer shook his head empathically, “Don’t kiss.”

“But we have a baby together,” Jo held up her baby doll.

“I see that. What’s their name?” you asked.

“This is Derek,” she informed you.

“You named him after your uncle? That’s very sweet,” you smiled.

“I want a real one so I can name it Penelope. I want to have a big belly like Mommy used to have. How are babies made?” she questioned.

Spencer grasped your hand, looking very pale, “Y/N, I need to lie down.”

“One second, love,” you squeezed his hand before turning back to Jo, “You can’t have a baby until you’re much older. Then, I’ll explain it to you, okay?”

Jo nodded.

“I need to take Daddy to bed. He’s feeling a little sick,” you told her, “You can play with the twins.”

“Actually,” Spencer slipped his hand out of yours, “I’m going to go for a drive. I’ll be back in a bit.”

You looked at him curiously as he leaned in for a kiss but then retreated under the watchful eyes of Jo.

You followed him into the entryway as he laced his converse up, “Where are you going?”

“I’ve never heard of a Thomas before until now. I need Penelope to check this kid out.”

“Check this kid out?” you laughed, “What are you expecting to find? A nine year old with a criminal record?”

“I need to make sure my daughter is safe,” he looked up at you seriously.

“Okay,” you relented, “You’re a great dad albeit very protective,” you kissed him goodbye.

“Are we going to start having to only kiss in private now?” you smirked.

“I don’t want her seeing and copying it at school,” Spencer sighed, “The last thing I want is to get a phone call from her teacher that our daughter needs to stop kissing people.”

“Okay, sneaking around could be fun anyways,” you smiled, giving him another kiss, “Tell the team I say hi.”

-

“Who does this Thomas kid think he is?” Spencer grumbled to himself as he was in the elevator, “Kissing my sweet little precious daughter. I should have him arrested. Maybe I don’t have the grounds for an arrest but I can show him my badge and scare him off.”

His ranting stopped as he knocked on Penelope’s door.

“Who is it?” she chirped.

“Spencer,” he replied, “I brought you a croissant.”

“It’s open!”

Spencer opened the door and handed her the paper bag.

“And it’s still warm!” she squealed, “You must really love me.”

“I do but I also need a favor,” he spoke.

“Name it, boy wonder,” she readied herself at her keyboard.

“I need you to look up a boy named Thomas in Jo’s class.”

“Is this kid bullying her?” she gritted her teeth, “I swear to god, I will reign hell down on this kid if he is.”

“No, it’s the opposite actually. He kissed her,” Spencer sighed.

“She already got her first kiss?” Penelope gasped.

“I know! I didn’t even have mine until 25,” Spencer replied.

Penelope clicked away at her keys, “We’ve got two Thomases in her class but according to the attendance record, Thomas Jacobson was out sick today meaning Thomas Bennett is our guy.”

“What do we know about him?” Spencer asked, crouching down to look at Penelope’s screen.

“Plays on the town soccer team, has an allergy to shellfish, good report card,” Penelope stated.

“Anything else? Any visits to the principals? Sketchy friends?” he questioned.

“I guess the sketchiest friend he has would be his imaginary friend named Robby the cowboy according to his mom’s facebook. He’s got a squeaky clean school record.”

“Let me see what this kid looks like,” Spencer desperately demanded.

Penelope gave him a look.

“Please,” he added.

The group class pictures of the past 3 years popped up on to Penelope’s screen. Each year, Jo and Thomas were standing next to each other smiling and laughing in various poses.

“He doesn’t look like much of a threat to me,” Penelope stated.

“Why hasn’t she ever asked for him to come over on a playdate?” he asked.

“She was probably scared her dad was going to embarrass her,” Penelope chuckled.

“She’s in 3rd grade! No boys!” Spencer crossed his arms.

“That rule is setting you up for a rebellious stage later in life,” Penelope rolled her eyes.

“So I just let this happen?” Spencer sighed, dropping into the chair next to Penelope.

“Yes, you’re supposed to protect her but not from nice boys who make her happy.”

“But she’s just my sweet little girl,” Spencer started to tear up.

“And she always will be but you need to let her live her life,” Penelope explained.

“I know. Thanks Penelope.”

-

You heard the car pull in while you were making dinner. You lowered the setting on the stove and made your way over to the door.

“Hey,” you greeted him, wrapping your arms around him.

“Hi,” he snuggled into the crook of your nest.

“Did you find Thomas on the FBI’s most wanted list?” you joked.

“No, he’s a good kid,” Spencer sighed in defeat, “I just don’t like the thought of her growing up. Then, she’ll eventually have to leave us.”

“That’s what being a parent is,” you whispered, “You love them, care for them, and prepare them for the world as best you can but then you have to set them free. But, I have good news for you,” you smiled.

“What?”

“You’re stuck with me forever,” you grinned.

“Thank god,” Spencer squeezed you tighter.

“Daddy!” Jo ran into the room, “Lion King is playing in theaters tonight! We need to go!”

“Okay, Princess,” he looked to you for support and you squeezed his hand, “Do you think Thomas would want to come?”

“Yes! He loves Lion King!” Jo exclaimed, running to go get ready.

“You’re a great dad,” you reminded him once again.

“I’m still going to be watching this kid like a hawk,” Spencer admitted.

“As you should,” you grinned, kissing him.

Soon enough, Jo came home next week saying she wanted to be a congresswoman and they were back to their old adventures.

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[juniorgman187]

A Sunday Kind of Love (Reid Fic)

Summary: Reader wakes up to Spencer Reid making breakfast, a seemingly perfect image of a Sunday Kind of Love.

A/N: We love to see domesticated Spencer Reid. Playlist: “A Sunday Kind of Love” by Etta James Pairing: Fem!Reader x Dad!Spencer Reid  Category: Fluff, One Shot, Drabble Content Warning: None! Word Count: 1k<

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

Warm rays of sunshine streamed through the sheer curtains of our bedroom, casting beams of light that heated my face to the point of compelling me to wake up. 

Hitting my senses almost immediately after the feeling of warm sun was the smell of fresh coffee, and if I had to guess, a half-empty pot of fresh coffee, thanks to the insatiable cravings of one Dr. Spencer Reid. That also meant he was already awake and downstairs.

Just as I predicted, but still much to my dismay, I woke up to an entirely empty left side of the bed, space my husband would normally be splayed out upon. At least I had a shirt of his on to envelope me wholly, just in the way that he would have had we woken up together. Except this embrace was much less suffocating, as you can imagine. 

I didn’t have to wonder where he’d gone for long, though. Following the noise of indistinct babbling against the sound of Etta James’ song “A Sunday Kind of Love,” I found Spencer in the kitchen, jabbering nonsense to our nine-month-old daughter, who was nestled safely in his unclad arms, while he flipped pancakes and swayed to the music. 

He was the direct image and likeness of a Sunday kind of love if I’d ever seen one. 

I clutched the banister as I lowered myself onto a step of our staircase, taking in this raw moment before he figured out I was there. 

I could tell, from the back of his head alone, what little attention he’d paid to himself before getting up to tend to our ostentatious daughter. That didn’t bother me in the least, though. Spencer’s had that same bed-head look for years now, and I’ve only grown fonder of it over time. 

No sooner did I begin to make my descent down the stairs again than he looked over his well-sculpted shoulder to find me there. 

“Wow,” He gaped to himself with a short gasp. Turning back to our baby, he drew nearer to whisper to her.

“Look how pretty your mommy is.” 

By then, I was already close enough to hear him, and therefore close enough to deliver a token of appreciation in the form of physical affection. 

Taking full advantage of his bare arms, I ran the soft pads of my fingertips up and over his bicep, noticing the way my wandering hand would bend to conform to the hills and valleys of his muscles. Meanwhile, I began to place slow butterfly kisses along his shoulder blade before letting my lips take their final place on his shoulder (with the help of my tip-toeing). Whereas my hands would settle for rubbing up and down his upper arms.

“Good morning, handsome,” I spoke against his skin coupled with the lacing of my fingers in his curls at the base of his neck, successfully working them free of knots and tangles enough to bring him relief. 

“Good morning, beautiful,” he mirrored, letting his attention be pulled away from the pancakes for one second to leave a barely-there kiss on my cheek. The only reason I could feel it was the sensation of his scruff and stubble tickling my skin at the contact.

“What time is it?” I wondered aloud, trying to catch the time before he had to answer, but that proved to be a poor decision, seeing as my eyes were still ill-adjusted to my surroundings without my glasses or contacts to mend that.

“10:40.” He replied with the utmost nonchalance. 

“10:40?!” I repeated in awe. “How could you let me sleep in so late? What time were you awake?” 

“9:03 because I heard the baby stirring in the nursery. But I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful.” He pouted to show his juvenile admiration of the view. And how could I be mad at that? 

I nuzzled into his arms further but turned my head so I would face the living room, where the same rays of sunshine that had woken me up not even ten minutes ago had seemingly migrated to our downstairs to illuminate the record player. 

I do my Sunday dreaming

And all my Sunday scheming

Every minute, every hour, every day

Oh, I'm hoping to discover

A certain kind of lover

Who will show me the way

And like an answer to the song, Spencer shifted once more to lay a gentle kiss on the top of my head. 

He will show me the way.

And my arms need someone

Someone to enfold

To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold

Love for all my life to have and to hold

Oh and I want a Sunday kind of love

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

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[notanotherreidgirl]

Lukewarm Is No Good

Summary: Spencer finally tells Reader how he feels when he finds out she’s going to get married

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: kissing

Word Count: 866

“I began to realize how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. If you are interested in something, no matter what it is. Go at it full speed. Embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it and above all become passionate about it. Lukewarm is no good.” - Roald Dahl

It took all of Spencer’s strength to keep his eyes trained on his files and off of you. Having to overhear Emily and Penelope’s whispered conversation was distracting enough and seeing you would be more than he could handle. You had a habit of making his mind run wild with impossible thoughts. But then he heard something that knocked all the air from his chest. 

Penelope was talking to Emily but she made sure to say this part loud enough for Spencer to hear. “Apparently Jim is going to propose”

“Really? Does Y/N know?” Emily had completely abandoned her paperwork at this point.

“Probably” Penelope said, rolling her eyes. “He wasn’t exactly that subtle when he asked her what her ring size was.”

Spencer suppressed the urge to snap the pencil in his hand. He knew you didn’t like to make a big deal out of things and if anyone asked you’d probably say you were fine, more than fine actually. You’d say you were really, really happy. Even if you weren’t. Even if you had always harbored a secret dream of an intimate and well-planned surprise proposal. Even if you were marrying the wrong man. 

Spencer spent the next hour in silence, only speaking to wish everyone good night until it was just the two of you in the bullpen. He couldn’t stop thinking about your ridiculously boring boyfriend. With his nondescript job in finance and his ill-timed jokes and his unironic talk of the economy until he couldn’t take it anymore. 

“So … I heard Jim’s proposing?” he started, internally chastising himself for how pathetic he sounded. 

“Um yeah. I think so. Probably tomorrow night cause he got us a reservation at that new Italian place” you tried to sound enthusiastic but your voice fell flat. You had been feeling guilty ever since Jim asked for your ring size. You kept asking yourself what was wrong. He was a good man with a good job and he’ll be a good husband. He’ll make me happy right?

Spencer was fuming. Not only did you know about the proposal but you knew when he’d do it. You probably even knew exactly what he’d say. Jim was by no means a man of mystery. “Is this what you want - what you really want?”

“Of course it is! Jim is great!” The words came out automatically but you couldn't mask your defensive tone, the sound of you trying to convince yourself instead of Spencer.

“Really? Because I know you, Y/N. I know that your favorite flowers are sunflowers and daisies. I know that when you say two sugars in your coffee you really mean three. I know that you bite your lip when you're nervous and hum that song from the Sound of Music when you’re sad. I know you. And I know when you’re not telling the truth”

“Why are you saying this, Spence?”

“Because I love you! I love you so much it hurts.” The words burst from his lips before he could stop himself. At some point he had closed the distance between the two of you, pulling a chair up to your desk.

“Love isn’t supposed to hurt,” you whispered.

“I think it is. Just a little bit. The way that looking at the sun too long hurts or the way your stomach hurts when you’ve been laughing uncontrollably” he took your hands in his and for a moment you were lost in how your whole body came alive with just a simple touch. “It hurts but I would gladly experience all the pain this world has to give if it meant that I could have you.”

“Spence, I-I don’t know what to say” your voice faltered and you hated how inadequate you sounded. 

“You don’t have to say that you feel the same but can you honestly tell me that Jim cares about you this way?” You thought of forgotten anniversaries and silent car rides and all the parts of yourself that you shelved away to make room for him. “Don’t settle. You don’t deserve to settle.”

“What do I deserve?” you asked him but it felt like you were finally asking yourself. What do I deserve?

“You deserve to have your wildest dreams come true. You deserve someone who’ll love you even when it’s hard. Even when it hurts. Please Y/N. Lukewarm is no good.”

You couldn’t help the wet laugh that bubbled up from your throat. He was right. Of course he was right. You wanted love that clawed at the inside of your chest, begging to be set free. That crazy, screaming at the top of your lungs, there’s no one else for me but you love. 

This time you didn’t give yourself time to overthink, to rationalize, to talk yourself out of one of the most important decisions in your life. You pulled him in and pressed your lips to his and you felt it. A soul-deep, electrifying connection.

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Heimat- Chapter one.

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heimat: 

(n) a place that you can call home; a sense of belongingness, acceptance, safety and connection to homeland

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Hey! This is my first work on tumblr. Thinking of making this a miniseries, what do you think? 

Series Summary: Maggie Barnes, an ex-avenger, moves to Quantico Virginia with her husband, Bucky Barnes, and their two-year-old. What happens when she’s reunited with her long lost twin brother? Will she find a new family to replace the ones she’s lost? 

Pairings: OCxhusband!bucky OCxtwin!spencerreid AvengersxOC OCxcriminalminds OCxbestfriend!peterparker

Warnings: A little angst, mentally abusive fathers, alcoholic fathers, daddyissuesTM, TOO MUCH BUCKY FLUFF, maybe future pregnancy? Let me know if I need to add any more!

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Tony Stark. He was my father figure for a long time. Met him when I was sixteen. We grew really close, he even helped me take my abusive father to court and have myself emancipated at the ripe age of seventeen. It was through him, that I met some of my best friends and the love of my life. 

Peter Parker. My best friend. He’s much younger than me-- I’m 28 and he’s hardly 18-- but I see a lot of my younger self in him. Plus he keeps me updated on all the cool things these days. Wait, did I really just say that? Wow, I am getting old. Gross. Anyways....

Clint and Laura Barton are also some of my closest friends. Screw that, we’re family. They took me in for a while when a mission went wrong when I was 19. We hit it off and boom, friends. Plus, their kids get along with mine. 

Wait wait wait, sorry. I kinda just jumped right in there. Let me slow down a sec. 

Hi, My name is Maggie Barnes. I’m an Avenger, known to the public as Miss Magnum. I’m twenty-eight years old. Married to the love of my life, James Buchanan Barnes, who is also the father of our two and a half year old daughter, Brooklyn. But, that’s not all to my story. 

For the past 11 years, I have lived in New York, as an Avenger. I’ven lived there with my makeshift little family, and it was great for a while. But now- it doesnt feel like home anymore. It just reminds both Bucky and I of the people we’ve lost. Of course- the compound has a lot of good memories. This is where Tony and Bruce taught me how to do sciencey things. This is where Nat shared her famous cookie recipe with me. This is where This is where Bucky and I met. We got married on the grounds just outside the compound. Brooklyn was born here. 

But now, as I roam these empty halls for the last time, I’m reminded of Tony. And Natasha. And Vision, and Steve. I’m reminded of how these people that I’ve come to know and love over the years are gone, and how they’re never coming back. Bucky is happy for his best friend, but I know that deep inside of him, he’s hurt. Steve isn’t here to see his best friend live the life he’s always wanted. Just like Tony isn’t here to watch me finally get the thing he knows I’ve always wanted the most: Peace. 

But that brings me to the reason I’m roaming these halls for the last time-- I’m leaving. With Bucky and Brooklyn, of course. And I’m not going too far, just to Virginia. Specifically Quantico, near the FBI’s main office. That’s where I’ll be working, of course. 

I’ve been offered a job there as the Section Chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit, or the BAU. I have a masters in Criminology, among other things, and I’ve studied behavior and lectired about it occasionally for the past five years. I’m overqualified for this job. That’s not what I’m nervous about, though. To explain what scares me most about this job, I have to dive deep into my past, and I have to take you with me. 

(5-29-21)

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Fact 25: Scottish girls believed they could see images of their future husband if they hung wet sheets in front of the fire on Halloween. Other girls believed they would see their boyfriend’s faces if they looked into mirrors while walking downstairs at midnight on Halloween. Source: https://www.factretriever.com/halloween-facts #spencerreid #criminalminds #halloweenfunfacts #happyhalloween #halloween2018 https://www.instagram.com/p/BpoBdimjsaLoaijZQ8qudX3ei8te3nx5y9NHDk0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=10h1mtifnz1nu

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This was such a great scene between Aaron, David, Derek, and Spencer where Spencer brought up how it was a major escalation for the unsub as he had killed two nights in a row unaware that he was actually the husband of the third victim whose murder was the one that led to them being invited. Thomas, Joe, Shemar, and Matthew were great in this scene. #criminalminds #criminalmindsfandom #criminalmindsscene #criminalmindscbs #aaronhotchner #davidrossi #derekmorgan #spencerreid #thomasgibson #thomasgibsonofficial #joemantegna #shemarmoore #matthewgraygubler https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl5j1kIu_E5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[skylefanfiction]

This was such a great scene between Aaron, David, Derek, and Spencer where Spencer brought up how the unsub had killed two nights in a row unaware that he was actually the husband of the third victim whose murder was the one that led to them being invited. Thomas, Joe, Shemar, and Matthew were great in this scene. #criminalminds #criminalmindsfandom #criminalmindsscene #criminalmindscbs #aaronhotchner #davidrossi #derekmorgan #spencerreid #thomasgibson #thomasgibsonofficial #joemantegna #shemarmoore #matthewgraygubler https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl5jr71ulCx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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This is such a great picture of my favorite team of profilers and I wanted to share this because the area of Texas where my mother is from reminds me of the small towns that our favorite profilers ho to in Criminal Minds like in Elephant’s Memory and all the other small towns that we see there which they get called too. Every single time I’m there, I always picture them in these towns although there are some members of my mother’s family that could be considered unsubs and I know we all feel that way. When I did the Watch Party in Discord, my maternal grandmother was looking over my shoulders for a little bit and reminded me of Anita Roycewood from the season 5 episode Mosley Lane while my maternal uncle reminds me of some unsubs but especially Adam Rain from the season 8 episode The Lesson. My cousin on that side and her family especially her husband remind me of several unsubs from my all-time favorites seasons but I can’t think of any specific. Let me know in the comments if you guys have ever felt this way before but I would also have to add that my paternal side reminds me of unsubs from the show’s history but no specific examples. #criminalminds #criminalmindsscene #criminalmindsfandom #criminalmindscbs #aaronhotchner #davidrossi #derekmorgan #emilyprentiss #jenniferjareau #spencerreid #thomasgibson #thomasgibsonofficial #joemantegna #shemarmoore #pagetbrewster #ajcook #matthewgraygubler https://www.instagram.com/p/ChOANhHs_WD2ED8DGWI-_7F9CrjMM8sDBW4BIo0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[shemarmooresfedora]

Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: brief mentions of alcohol consumption, allusions to sex

A/N: so you know how last chapter i said there was going to be like 4 chapters left…sorry i lied. as much as it pains me to admit since i’m so attached to this little family, i feel this story is coming to its natural end and i don’t want to drag it out (i may do one-shots of this series in the future though!) that being said, this is the second to last chapter. i appreciate all of your continued support throughout this series <3

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Chapter 36

You opened the front door to the house after your therapy appointment. You had been making a lot of progress.

Spencer and the kids used to go with you and then wait at the park across the street until you were done but you had decided that this time you could go alone. Spencer hugged you tightly before you left and said how proud of you he was, reminding you of your calming exercises for the waiting room, and to call him if you got too overwhelmed. Luckily, your anxiety had not gotten the better of you and your appointment went fine.

You could hear the opening notes to Golden by Harry Styles playing. Once the beat dropped, you heard Spencer say, “Okay, go babies, go!”

You rounded the corner to see Spencer conducting a dance party for the twins in their bouncy jumpers and Jo who was wearing her Rapunzel dress.

“Ollie,” Spencer crouched down to the rather stationary baby, “Look at your sisters! See, copy them! We’ll all bounce.”

While Ophelia was very audible and energetic, Ollie was more reserved. This concerned you and Spencer a bit because he would hardly cry and you had no idea what was going on with him or if he needed anything.

As Spencer backed up to start dancing as well, you pulled out your phone and hit record just in time to see Spencer accidentally bounce into the couch and trip and fall flat on his face.

Ollie giggled. Spencer shot up from the ground. Ollie had never done that before. Ophelia’s first laugh was a few weeks ago but nothing seemed to be funny enough for Ollie until his Daddy fell.

Spencer scrambled to get his phone, “Jo, can you record for Mommy? I’m going to fall again.”

You decided this was the time to make your presence known.

“That won’t be necessary,” you announced with a smile, ending the video you took.

“You heard?” Spencer beamed.

“Yep, got it on video too,” you walked over to the jumpers and lifted up Ollie, giving him a bunch of kisses, “You were really going to hurt yourself again just so I could have a video of our son laughing?”

“Absolutely, I was,” he grinned.

“You’re an idiot,” you chuckled.

“You’re the one who fell in love with an idiot,” he replied.

“I guess that makes us both idiots then,” you sighed happily.

“But idiots in love,” he kissed you.

You blew a raspberry and tickled Ollie’s little belly and he started giggling hysterically again.

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Spencer was with twins on the floor on a blanket doing some ‘tummy time’ while Jo sat on the couch watching cartoons.

“Why can’t me and the babies come with you and Mommy for dinner like we usually do?” Jo asked.

“Because a year ago today, Mommy and I got married so we want to go out to a fancy restaurant and celebrate our love for each other. But, we’ll go out together as a family soon again and Uncle Derek and Auntie Penelope will be watching you tonight.”

“Okay,” Jo instantly agreed.

You clicked down the stairs in your high heels, carefully holding the railing. Spencer stood to help and offered his hand to you for support.

You were dressed in a midi A-line black corset dress with a white floral design.

“You look absolutely stunning as usual, my love,” he kissed your hand.

“As do you, my husband of officially a year,” you beamed.

He kissed you on the lips this time as the door opened.

“Kids night!” Penelope exclaimed, running into the house with Derek in tow. “I brought board games, ice cream, and every Disney movie DVD I own.”

“Auntie Penelope!” Jo hugged her and then Derek.

Then, Penelope turned to you both, “What are you guys still doing here?”

“Emergency numbers are on the fridge. We’ll both have our phones on the whole time,” you repeated the information you had told them many times before as you were pushed out the door by Penelope.

“Oh, also recent development!” Spencer added as he tried to resist Derek’s pushing, “The twins are avid crawlers now so if you set them down for a second and look away, they’ll be gone.”

“Good to know. Enjoy your night, you two,” Derek winked as he shut the door.

“So where are we going?” you asked as you walked hand and hand to the car.

Spencer opened the passenger side door for you, “We are going to the restaurant where we had our first date, my dear,” he smiled.

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Spencer had rented a private patio for the two of you with lit candles, fairy lights, and a bouquet of wildflowers similar to the one you carried down the aisle a year ago.

You gasped when you saw the set-up, “I love you so much, Spencer Reid.”

“I love you more, Mrs. Reid.”

You and Spencer ordered the exact same dishes that you got on your first date for maximum nostalgia.

“There is something I wanted to talk to you about,” Spencer spoke mid-meal.

You set your fork down to show him he had your full attention.

“So I was thinking about what I want to do this summer. You’re off of work for the summer so we’ll both be home with the kids. I figured I should take up some sort of project to keep my mind stimulated,” he explained.

“Go on...” you took a sip of your wine.

“I think I want to become an author,” he stated.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea. Any idea what genre?” you smiled softly.

“At first, I was thinking about something related to my time at the BAU but then I realized I’ve had enough of that as is and I don’t feel like reliving it. Now, I’m thinking more along the lines of fiction because during all my years of schooling, I never really got to explore my creative side. I think a kid’s book could be fun for me to write. And I could work on it whenever the kids were napping or at school,” he explained to you.

“Whatever makes you happy, love. I can’t wait to read what that beautiful brain of yours comes up with,” you grinned, “This also makes my gift for you even better.”

“Y/N, we agreed no gifts,” he rolled his eyes playfully.

“It’s just something small that made me think of you,” you pouted, reaching into your purse.

You handed him something wrapped in a thin layer of pale purple tissue paper. Inside was a beautiful leather journal. It had a quote inscribed on it.

‘Do not be afraid; our fate cannot be taken away from us; it is a gift’ -Dante Alighieri

“You just saw this and happened to think of me?” he asked, amused, “How is it customized with our initials and wedding date then?”

“Fine,” you relented, “I ordered it off Etsy a while ago.”

“Good thing I also didn’t listen to our agreement,” he smirked, “But mine isn’t as sentimental and it’s really a gift for us both.”

“I’ll love it just the same,” you assured him.

“We are not going home tonight. The fairy godmother volunteered her and Derek’s services all night so I booked us a room at a bed and breakfast and I already packed you a bag in the backseat of the car.”

You started stuffing pasta into your mouth, “Eat faster. I want to go as soon as possible.”

Spencer chuckled at your eagerness.

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Spencer felt you trying to sneak out of bed to get your phone.

“What are you doing?” he mumbled at the loss of your warmth.

“I just want to check on the kids. This is our first night away from the twins,” you grabbed your phone, putting on Spencer’s button up, and facetiming Penelope.

She picked up on the second ring, “Hello, my lovely.”

“Hey, Pen. Are the kids behaving for you guys?”

“Yes. They’re all sleeping soundly now. Me and Derek are just binging episodes of The Bachelorette now.”

“That’s great to hear. No spoilers though!”

“How is your night going?” she inquired.

“It’s good, it’s good. Dinner was nice. The hotel is nice,” you tried to avoid the obvious.

“Y/N, your makeup is completely smudged and I can see the collar of Spencer’s shirt around your neck,” she replied.

You heard Derek laughing in the background, “Proud of you, lover boy.”

“Okay, we’ll see you in the morning,” Spencer hung up the phone for you.

“What did you do that for?”

“Round 2,” he smirked.

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