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I don’t know if you actually have a serious for the Spencer Reid fic Hair Strands and Desperate Hands but I would love to see more of it or just find out how long it actually took for the fantasies to be fulfilled
Omg! Hi! Thank you so much for reaching out.
To answer your question, I don't have a series for it yet. But, with all the love I've been receiving for Hair Strands and Desperate Hands (which was totally unexpected and I am so grateful for), I have decided to make a second part to it. I'm not quite sure when you can except it to be posted but a second part will happen. So, keep your eye out for it.
For those of you who haven't read it and want to here's the link! Also, let me know if you want to be tagged when I post pt.2
so what if i say beginning season 1 is my favorite spencer?? the one who physically jumps at confrontations with unsubs?? the one who is on the verge of crying every moment because he’s just the most gentle and tender-hearted being on the earth???
i do not care for late seasons spencer or post prison spencer like at all (i respect that he’s canon but they are completely separate people to me)
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Pairing: S. Reid x fem!reader
Word count: 1154
Warnings: none! (other than pinning after reid and his gorgeousness)
Summary: Reader is obsessed with Spencer and his long hair. This is how each member of the team finds out.
A/n: not proof read. lwk kind of lost the plot at the end. Not the best but enjoy
You couldn't stop staring at his hair. You couldn't not imagine it brushing against the inside of your thighs as he...
You couldn't not love Spencer's long hair. And yet, everyone but him noticed your new infatuation.
Emily was the first to realize. It was after a long case and Spencer's hair had got messed up after a nap on the plane. You offered or rather insisted on helping him fix it. Really it was all just an excuse to touch him.
His hair was softer than you had expected. It had felt like silk as you slipped his wavy, chestnut-colored strands through your fingers. Instantly, it became an obsession, all you wanted was to do that.
You smoothed out his hair biting the corner of your lip to keep your fractured composure together.
"There," you said, tucking one last strand behind his ear, and you took a step back.
Spencer murmured a thanks before getting off the plane. Emily watched as you tracked him with your eyes. You stared him down like he was your prey.
From that moment on. Emily knew. She smirked, keeping this newfound knowledge to herself. Perhaps, when the time was right she could use it as leverage.
Hotch found out next. It was during a briefing on a new case. Spencer sat across the table, but all you could do was stare. Not once did you look down at the manila file before you. In fact, you didn't even bother opening it.
Mindlessly, you chewed on your pen not realizing how mutilated the plastic was becoming. All sorts of unprofessional thoughts filled your mind. It was shameful, really. Your fantasies of Spencer and his hair kept you quiet the whole briefing.
That's what Hotch noticed first. Your silence. But then he saw your gaze, unwavering like a missile's path. He followed your line of sight and it clicked.
He raised an eyebrow questioning whether it was really plausible.
Then he watched as your jaw clenched tighter on your pen, tight enough to break it, all because Spencer tucked his hair behind his ear. He looked away, feeling like he was intruding on something private. That's when he locked eyes with Emily. She smirked, glancing at you, then Spencer.
In that moment, Hotch and Emily shared a knowing look. For a while they kept your secret.
Until one night...
The team was working late on a case you couldn't crack. Unsub profiles and victimology were revisited over a dozen times. Files were pulled and stacked. Countless coffee pots were brewed.
Somehow you ended up on the floor, papers strewn around you like your very own throne. Energy was dwindling and your mind was drifting. Drifting all the way to Spencer who was dumping sugar into his hundredth cup of coffee.
Sleepily, you drug yourself to the break room.
"Careful, you wouldn't want to run out of coffee for your sugar," you teased.
He rolled his eyes.
Hoisting yourself up you sat on the counter.
"Make me one?" you asked Spencer, smiling gently.
"Sure," he nodded.
Mind hazy and half-asleep you reached up and ran the back of your hand over his hair. Spencer stilled under your touch. You pulled your hand back giggling.
"Sorry," you mumbled. "You've got nice hair."
"Uhh, thanks." He looked back at you with those precious doe-eyes that you'd do anything for.
Unbeknownst to you, JJ was watching the whole scene unfold.
She cocked her head, watching for a few more seconds before turning around. Hotch and Emily were sitting across from her, noses buried in information.
"Have you noticed anything with her?" She asked, nodding in your direction.
They shared a glance before looking back.
"You're going to have to be more specific," Emily drawled.
JJ opened her mouth, then closed it again. Then opened it again. "It might just be me, but have you noticed how much attention she gives to Spencer?"
"...and his hair?" Emily added.
JJ sighed. "Yes! I'm not crazy. You both see it."
"Seen it? She oozes lust for his hair so profusely I can feel it." Emily shuddered.
Hotch smirked, shaking his head.
Penelope finally noticed during a night out. The team decided to celebrate at one of the bars downtown. For most of the night Penelope was too busy focusing on her eye candy, before noticing you.
The first thing she noticed was your change of attire. There was no blazer, no tailored pants or collard shirt. Instead you wore a black mini dress with a slit down one thigh and a neckline that showed a promiscuous amount of cleavage. She figured you had an agenda.
The next thing she noticed was that you sat dangerously, unprofessionally close to Spencer. One of his arms were draped behind him, the other hand narrated his ramblings.
You sipped on your Espresso Martini before raking your eyes over Spencer. You wanted so desperately, that it was practically tearing you apart, to wrap you hand in his soft hair. You wanted to memorize the way his hair curled ever so slightly. You wanted to hold back that piece of hair that constantly fell in front of his face forever.
Penelope saw every mixture of emotion. It practically rippled out from you like the movement of water. She saw the way you gazed at him and knew that look anywhere. Heck, she practically owned that look.
It wasn't that much of a shock. She always noticed your flirting, your advances, but she figured it was entertainment. Until now, she never new you had it this bad.
She watched, intrigued, as you scooted closer, unsure if that was even possible with the level of closeness you'd already achieved. Next, you reached out tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear and twirled it around your finger.
She smiled to herself knowing what she'd tease you about next week.
In fact, she did teased you about it. In the elevator, first thing in the morning. You pointed a finger at her swearing her to secrecy. She promised but what you didn't see were her crossed fingers behind her back.
By the end of the day, Morgan and Rossi knew too, and every moment where your back was turned they whispered. Eventually, Morgan set a jar on his desk.
"Aight' when do we think she's actually going to get it?" he asked, eyes glancing across his coworkers.
Hotch turned, "I'm not betting on this."
"With how our little miss is pinning after him, I bet three weeks." Garcia pulled out a ten dollar bill and dropped it in the jar.
"No way," Emily said. "Spencer's way to oblivious. I bet two months." She slid her money across the table. Morgan jammed it in the jar.
"Three months," JJ said offering up her money.
Morgan grinned, "One and half."
All eyes landed on Rossi. "I'm not offering up my money for it to willingly land in any of your hands," he said turning.
Morgan grabbed the jar and placed it in his desk drawer slamming it shut.
But who really knows how long it actually took for you to live out your fantasies with Spencers hair....
The bathroom smelled faintly of shampoo and warm steam, the mirror already fogging at the corners where Spencer had leaned too close earlier, trying to follow the tutorial without missing a single hand movement. His daughter sat cross-legged on the closed toilet seat now, swinging her feet slowly as she watched him gather the sections of hair again with careful patience, the pink brush resting forgotten beside the sink like a retired instrument from a failed experiment.
“You’re doing that thing again,” she said, voice light but observant, as he paused with three uneven strands separated between his fingers.
Spencer blinked, glancing at her reflection instead of the braid itself. “What thing,” he asked, adjusting his grip slightly so the tension evened out before continuing.
“That thinking face,” she replied, leaning forward just enough that he had to gently tap her shoulder with the back of his hand to keep her from shifting too much. “Like you’re about to solve a math problem instead of doing hair.”
His mouth twitched as he looked back down at what he was doing. “I think the tutorial underestimated how many variables are involved,” he murmured, carefully crossing one section over another while trying not to pull too tightly. “Hair texture, hand positioning, timing, symmetry–”
“You’re listing things again,” she interrupted, laughing softly as she reached up to touch the braid forming near the top of her head.
“I’m just being accurate,” he said, though the words softened when she gave him a look through the mirror that suggested accuracy was not the point of the morning.
Her legs kicked lightly against the cabinet below. “Sofia said her mom does this in like, two minutes.”
Spencer’s hands slowed for half a second before he adjusted the strand he was holding, ensuring it didn’t loosen. “That’s very impressive,” he replied carefully, though his tone carried the faintest trace of disbelief he tried to hide.
“It is,” she insisted, then tilted her head slightly as if reconsidering. “But I told her my dad watches videos.”
That made him glance up again. “You told her that?”
“Mm-hm,” she said with a small shrug, entirely unbothered. “I told her you paused the video a lot because the lady’s hands were too fast and she said that sounded like something her brother would do.”
Spencer let out a quiet breath that might have been a laugh if it had fully formed. “Was that meant to be reassuring?”
“I think so,” she said, then reached out to gently hold his wrist for a moment as he continued the braid, steadying his hand more than his work needed it. “You’re getting better though.”
“I am?”
“You don’t stop as much now.”
He looked at her through the mirror, briefly caught off guard by the casual certainty in her voice, before continuing the braid with slightly more confidence than before. “I suppose repetition does help,” he said, though the admission sounded more like an observation than pride.
“It’s not just that,” she replied, watching closely as he added another section. “You’re careful. The lady on the video isn’t careful. She just knows already.”
Spencer tied off the end with a small elastic, letting the braid settle against her back before reaching for the daisy clip. He slid it into place near her ear, adjusting it until it sat just right, then stepped back slightly to evaluate his work.
There were uneven sections where his fingers had hesitated, a place near the middle where the tension wasn’t perfectly consistent and one strand that refused to behave no matter how gently he tried to guide it earlier. Still, the braid held together, soft and slightly imperfect in a way the tutorial had never mentioned.
His daughter leaned forward to study it in the mirror, then turned around abruptly and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek against his shirt.
“It looks like you did it,” she said simply, as though that was the highest possible praise.
Spencer hesitated for a second before resting his hand lightly on her head, careful not to disturb the braid. “I think that might be the nicest possible standard,” he answered quietly, and when she smiled against him, he didn’t try to correct it.
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Guys I'm absolutely enamored and obsessed with Spencer Reid right now. And to keep my motivation for writing this fanfic I made a cute little mood board for it. Pls let me know what you think, and be nice it took me WAY too long to make. Enjoy! (The only this is I haven't decided on a name for the fic yet. Give me some ideas)
Are you excited for this fanfic
Yes!
Yes and I want another mood board and snippets of the writing.
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