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rickgrimeswifey · 1 year
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Overheard gossip pt.2 - Spencer Reid
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Category: Smut with plot
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Season: 3 ish
Warnings: Unprotected p in v sex, cursing, tension all over the place, sub!virgin!Spencer
Word count: 2.6k
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The same night as the incident the team flew back to the headquarters. Y/n knew they’d arrive late so when her shift was over she hurried home. She couldn’t face Spencer, she didn’t dare too. She knew he’d never confront her or tell anyone else what she said because he was too shy and embarrassed about it. But that didn’t change the fact that Y/n was dying from the embarrassment she was feeling.
The week after that day went by fast. Y/n succeeded in avoiding Spencer at work, every time she saw him she’d simply take a different direction in where she was going. Sure, she might’ve been late to some meetings because of it but that was a price she could pay.
It all went well until there was another case about a week and a half later after the incident. Hotch wanted Y/n to come along for this one as she was feeling better now. They were all called to their meeting room where JJ was going to present the case for them. Y/n walked in and took a seat being the first one to arrive along with JJ. Spencer wasn’t anywhere to be seen meaning he was late. The rest of the team took their seats and left the one in front of Y/n empty. If something that's karma for avoiding him.
“Sorry I’m late!” Spencer's stressed and soft voice was heard as he entered the room.
“It’s fine. Just don’t let it happen again.” Hotch warned, not looking up from the file he was reading.
He took the seat in front of Y/n and sat down. Swallowing thickly when they made eye contact, he was nervous. Of course he was, Y/n didn’t think of just how innocent he was. She had ruined this man with her simple words. When she saw Spencer blush she couldn’t help but to blush herself, she knew this meant that they’d have to talk about it sometime. Once JJ was done presenting the case and the team was about to board the jet, Y/n hurried out of the room to grab her bag that was packed and ready to go.
The ride over to Springfield, Missouri was fine. The team went over the information they already had and yet sat in her seat against the wall with Derek beside her. His body shielding off the view of Reid. Before they landed Hotch spoke up;
“So we’re probably going to stay over here a night or two as you all know, catching a serial killer like this isn’t easy with the little information we’ve got to go off. I’ve already made roommates for the hotel rooms. Morgan you’re with Prentiss. JJ you’re on your own. I’m with Rossi and L/n you’re with Reid.”
Y/n’s eyes widened, what did he just say? Now all she could do was pray they solved this case today so that she didn’t need to be alone in a room with Spencer. Y/n couldn’t switch rooms either because Hotch wouldn’t allow it and it would be mean to Spencer. She thought about this room situation until the jet landed becoming more and more anxious about it.
The day went by fast at the police station they set up their clues and got to work at. They had found out some minor stuff but not a name or anything that could tell a location. They’d run down a deadend and it was time to wrap up for today.
Once the team got to the hotel they all split separate ways to go to their rooms. Y/n and Spencer got into an elevator that no one else seemed to be coming into. She cursed to herself mentally, why did the universe want to punish her this much? The ride up to their floor was awkward, she could feel Spencer's breath on her since the elevator was insanely small, only making her stress more and more. They got out of the elevator and went to their room, both of them equally stressed about this situation. Both of them had their key card in their hand more than ready to get into the room and go to bed. Once they reached the door both of the two reached out their hands at the same time to look up the door, only making their hands collide. With her hand over his she began blushing even more. Being the first one to remove her hand after some time before she apologized quickly;
“Sorry…”
They entered the room and Y/n thanked god for the separate single beds. Y/n opened her bag to reach for her stuff for the bathroom.
“Is it okay with you if I use the bathroom first?” She asked, turning to look at him.
All she saw when she turned around was Spencer sitting awkwardly on his bed with his cheeks flushed pink. She had broken this man, he would never be able to speak properly to her ever again. That theory was confirmed when he nodded before turning his attention away quickly to something else.
Y/n took a quick shower, brushed her teeth and then changed before going out into the room again. Spencer was sitting on his bed reading some book she’d probably never heard of before.
“Bathroom’s free” Y/n informed quickly before she went back to her bag so that she could put away her stuff once again.
She heard Spencer walk away to the bathroom and close the door softly behind him, gosh she had really screwed this one up for herself. After a couple of minutes Spencer came out of the bathroom, she noticed he’d change into what she assumed he’d be sleeping in. Y/n got under the covers and texted Penelope about the situation before turning off her phone and getting to bed. She didn’t pay much mind to Spencer as she turned off her bedside table light and snuggled up in the plush hotel bed.
“Don’t you think it’s weird?” She heard Spencer ask.
“What?” Y/n mumbled, too tired to turn around and turn her light on again.
“That we have found next to zero clues on this unsub, it’s almost like this person has been planning the murders they’re committing their entire life…” he explained.
“There’s a theory… Maybe it’s true, but there wasn't anything we could find since the unsubs childhood. I have no clue how they’d be able to hide that too.”
“Maybe we’re missing something…” Spencer speculated, wondering what it was they’d missed.
“I don’t know Spencer. Just turn off your light and go to bed.” Y/n debated with him.
Not a protest was heard coming from his side before Y/n heard the click of the lamp. Next morning Spencer had already occupied the bathroom before his colleague had the chance to wake up. All she could think about was their chat from last night, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. Y/n sat up in the bed and slid the covers off her body. She stretched before standing up and collecting the clothes she was going to wear today. Spencer came out of the shower with his hair semi-wet. The way it laid on his head and over his face made him look like a wet dog. He clearly hadn’t touched it since he got out of the shower. Without thinking Y/n placed her clothes on the bed and walked up to him.
“Let me help you…” she mumbled, face to face with Spencer while reaching up to his hair.
Spencer stood still as Y/n began running her fingers through his towel dried hair, she separated it and placed it into the way it usually lays on him. When she was done she looked into his eyes and smiled.
“Much better.”
Spencer nodded at her shyly before Y/n went into the bathroom with her clothes in her arms. The day at work went by fast, the team found out some stuff about the killer that could help them catch him. The killer was an organized, very smart, narcissist individual. They had gotten a name but it was a dead-end which meant that they’d have to stay over another night. Once they got back to the hotel room Y/n threw herself down onto her bed, frustrated that they couldn’t catch this guy. Spencer just kinda stood awkwardly in front of her, watching as she groaned loudly out of frustration. With her head laid against the pillow she looked at Spencer, wanting his opinion she asked;
“Do you think we’ll catch him? Or is he too smart for us?”
He raised an eyebrow at Y/n, not liking her statement. She saw and caught on to what he meant.
“I’m sorry, you’re obviously smarter than him... I just meant that he just planned all of this so well that we can’t find anything. It’s so annoying.” She sighed heavily.
“You need to think about something else to get your mind off this, you’re driving yourself crazy Y/n.” Spencer explained, now starting to not be able to stand still.
She watched him move his body back and forth. Swaying up and down with his feet. He was obviously also thinking of something that bothered him, you could tell by his body language that he was nervous.
“What’s on your mind?” Y/n rolled onto her side and looked at him quizzically.
Spencer looked straight into her eyes, now being completely still as she’d caught him. He vaguely shook his head meaning that it’s nothing.
“Don’t do that. Tell me, come sit here.” She told him, patting on the bed in front of her legs.
He hesitated before slowly making his way over to her. Spencer sat down in front of her knees, looking over at her nervously.
“What’s going on Spencer?”
“Did you … said … Garcia…” he mumbled inaudible.
“What? I can’t hear you.” She said, wanting him to speak up.
He blushed at her words and Y/n felt bad for him. He is so innocent, she thought to herself.
“What you said to Garcia…” He said loud enough for her to hear. Spencer noticed that she did by the look of embarrassment on her face. “Did… did you mean it?”
Y/n looked at him bashfully. Since she didn’t know what he wanted her to say, she decided to just tell him the truth.
“Yes, I did.”
Spencer swallowed thickly and looked around the room, Y/n wanted nothing else but to ease his nervousness.
“What is making you so nervous?” She asked, she didn’t mean to but it kind of just slipped out.
He put his hand on his lap, sitting as tense as ever in front of her. “Uh- That subject… I don’t know. I- I just… I don’t know…” Spencer stammered.
“You’re inexperienced are you?” Y/n asked, finally getting the hang of his nervousness.
Spencer looked her way and nodded slowly. Of course she’d heard Derek tease Spencer but she didn’t think too much into it.
“Do you want me to make you less nervous?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at him while smirking.
He turned to her and asked;
“What do you mean?”
Y/n sat up and leaned in so that her lips were just hovering over his.
“You want me to show you that this is nothing to be nervous about?” She took his hand up to his cheek and caressed it with the softest touch possible.
The only thing heard from Spencer was a little whimper.
“Tell me Spencer…” she whispered, sliding her hand from his cheek to his neck.
“Yes, I really do Y/n.”
And with that she closed the gap in between them and kissed him softly. Spencer was the first one to deepen the kiss. Y/n guided his hand to her waist where it rested while she kissed him a little harder. After a minute Spencer was the first one to pull away, he needed air. Y/n looked at him, his lips were red and swollen. She lowered him onto the bed so that he was laying on it before she swung her leg over his body and sat on his hips. She leant down and pecked him on the lips before she whispered in his ear;
“Is this okay?”
Spencer whimpered as she moved down to kiss his neck before he managed to get out a small “yes”. Y/n began grinding on his growing bulge which made both of their breathing heavier.
“Are you sure you want this?” She asked caressing his chest while sitting on him.
He groaned beneath her as she began grinding a little faster. “Yes, I’m sure.” He whined.
Y/n leaned down and kissed his swollen lips once again. This time the kiss was more heated and sloppier as she continued grinding harshly against his hard dick. Spencer tried to keep the little moan he was going to let out in by biting on his lower lip, but Y/n stopped him immediately.
“I wanna hear you, don’t do that.”
She continued kissing his lips, jaw and neck while she unbuckled his belt. Y/n easily slid the belt off and then she removed her dress shirt. She continued undressing both her and Spencer until they were completely naked. He gawked at her tits as she hovered over his dick.
“This might feel a little weird at first. Okay Spencer?”
He nodded and soon let out a moan as she slid down his length. Which she by the way was right about. His dick was big, nothing you’d expect on his tall skinny body. Y/n groaned as she began slowly bouncing up and down on Spencer's dick. The guy beneath her was a whimpering and moaning mess. His hands began roaming her body as he was unable to lay still from the intense feeling. Y/n had her hands on his chest for steadiness as his hands found her boobs. She gasped when Spencer’s hand flicked over her nipple.
“Shit, do that again.” She breathed out while speeding up her pace on his dick.
Spencer was coming close, his ability to speak was long gone. He had his hands on her breasts and he kind of just massaged them as Y/n continued bouncing up and down, now far more aggressive than before. He was just coming closer and closer even though they had barely even started. Y/n realized that virgins didn’t last long, she saw in Spencer's eyes that he had no idea what was happening.
“Don’t worry- oh fuck… it’s supposed to feel that way…” she moaned out feeling his dick hitting the right spot on and on again.
Y/n sped up the pace, chasing her own release. Spencer squeezed her tits harshly as his cum shot up into her. She moaned loudly, feeling the warmth in her stomach. Spencer’s hands slid down from her boobs to her legs where they rested as he was exhausted. She knew she couldn’t keep fucking him for too long because he’d be overstimulated. Therefore Y/n’s fingers desperately found her clit and began rubbing harsh circles on it. Moaning even louder now until finally after a couple of minutes her thrusts against Spencer became sloppier before she finally came. Her moans were so loud that SPencer actually became concerned for her, it sounded like she almost was in pain. But when he saw her face he knew she was feeling what he had just felt. She collapsed beside him once he softened and slipped out of her.
“How was it?” She asked out of breath.
Spencer looked her way and met her eyes. “It was really good…” he admitted quietly, as if he was still nervous.
Maybe she’d have to show him again that there wasn’t anything to be nervous about…
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sixofpomegranates · 1 year
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♜ More Than You Asked For ♜ – S.R.
Request: idk if you're doing requests or not BUT IF YOU ARE: "spencer lends his hoodie to reader on one of their adventures. After he's dropped her off, she realizes she forgot to give it back. While folding it up, a few things fall out, including an old iPod. Curiosity getting the better of her, she can't help but look through the music and finds a playlist with her name as the title" — @wherewitcheslie
Pairing: Best Friend!Spencer x Fem!Reader
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CW: Fluff | NO USE OF Y/N | friends to lovers, tooth-rotting fluff, pining, a kiss
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Cases have the tendency to escalate at times; I know that's what is to be expected in this job. What I had not expected, however, was a freaking chase through the sewer system of New York.
By the end of this Hollywood movie cliché, I smelled so bad I actually felt like crying. But the unsub was caught, and the last victim was now asurvivor.
Stepping out of the hotel shower, I blow dry my hair. I brought heat protection and a leave-in conditioner so I don't fry my poor hair to death. Slipping into stretchy, actually comfortable jeans (Yes, those exist. Yes, they were expensive.) I put on an oversized pajama top and stumble out into the hotel room.
Spencer stands there, packing his go-bag, already done with packing mine. I love having my best friend be my co-worker. Fucking hate packing, and it's nice to see that he packed my sewer-clothes into a separate plastic bag.
"Feeling better?" he asks with his boyish grin.
I nod. "I needed that shower."
A chuckle escapes him. "Yeah, you reeked."
I throw my towel at him. "Thanks, cunt."
He catches the towel mid-flight and watches me drop onto the bed. Within a second, the towel is thrown onto my face. I grab it, giggle weakly, and roll it into a ball, tossing it onto the floor.
"You should put on a sweater or a jacket. I know we're just getting into a cab and then into the jet, but you're freshly showered, and it's starting to rain."
I have packed nothing comfortable. The shitty part of looking professional is that professional clothes are professionally uncomfortable. I definitely need to go shopping and buy stuff that ticks off both comfortable and professional.
I let out a childish groan. "I don't wanna..."
"C'mon, you're gonna catch a cold," Spencer tells me in a firm but gentle tone.
I roll onto my stomach, pressing my face into the mattress while complaining about my clothes. I hear him come closer, lean in, and reaffirm my protests with "Uh-huh"'s.
I run out of oxygen and stop whining. That is when Spencer sits down next to me, rubbing small circles into my back.
"Would you want to wear something of mine?" he offers.
I instantly jump up, kneeling on the bed and nodding. He chuckles, opening his go-bag. I know him well enough to know he gets uneasy when I rummage through his neatly folded clothes, so I just look at them.
"So, what do you want?" he asks. "A cardigan, a shirt-"
I interrupt him. "Can I wear your hoodie?" He raises his brows. "The grey one."
"I wore it to bed."
I know that. It's one of his favorite sleeping items when it gets colder.
"I know," I say, making grabby hands. "Now, gimme."
Pulling out his hoodie, he says, "What's the magic word?"
I sigh, trying to reach the hoodie, which he starts holding further up. "Spence."
"Wrong. Try again."
"Please," I tell him and get the soft hoodie placed into my hands.
"Wasn't that hard, now was it?"
I stick out my tongue and then let myself get swallowed by the hoodie. It smells like old books, coffee, and Spencer... or maybe all of that is Spencer. I happily flop with my arms, the way too big sleeves flopping around.
"You know, this is the best thing that came out of your fling with Max," I tell him as he hands me a pair of socks.
"A little harsh, isn't it?" he says, still smiling.
I shake my head. "She was a bitch whenever I tried befriending her."
"Yeah, but that was mostly my fault," Spencer quickly defends the woman who dumped him and moved to New York.
"Not true."
"Very true."
"Why should that have been your fault?" I ask as I put on my shoes.
"Because I constantly talked about you. She felt threatened."
"About what? Us being friends?"
There is no chance Max was actually jealous. I was the jealous one because she was constantly around my best friend, making alone time impossible.
Spencer shrugs, grabbing both our bags and leading me to the door. "Just repeating what she told me when we broke up."
I stop in my tracks. "She broke up with you because of me?"
He quickly shakes his head. "No, no, sweetheart. It just didn't work out with us."
"But- But why didn't you mention it earlier? You and Max broke up a year ago."
Why did my best friend not tell me that I was part of the breakup talk his girlfriend gave him?
"Wouldn't have changed a thing. You only would've bullied yourself into thinking it was your fault." He looks at me for a split second, then smiles. "You're doing it right now."
I shake my head, lying. "No, I'm not."
He leans closer while locking the room's door. "Liar."
I love when his face is this close to mine. It makes it so much easier to see the green specks in his hazel eyes.
"I'm not lying," I insist, but he knows me too well.
Letting go of the key still sticking in the lock, he tickles my side until I'm backed up against the wall.
"Shame on you for lying. Evil little thing," he chuckles with fake appall.
I try to squirm away without actually trying to escape. Because once he stops tickling me, we stand here, his body pressing me against the wall, his face way too close to mine.
We're both quietly staring at each other, and I wonder if he feels it too.
Okay. Maybe just calling him my best friend is hypocritical and dumb and simply not true.
I have been somewhat crushing on him since I first met him. Doesn't speak for my taste in men that it was when Tara had taken me to visit him in prison. I had seen him, he said hello, and my stupid heart skipped a beat so intense I am still recovering from it.
I joined the BAU as Dr. Spencer Reid's temporary replacement for the time being as he went to prison. I had practically jumped at the opportunity to play with the big guns, and when everything was cleared, the dust Mexico and Mr. Scratch had created had settled, Spencer had made sure I was promoted to a permanent part of the team.
He softly whispers my name, and I think he feels it too... this connection that is hunting us while we pretend to just be friends.
We jump apart the second somebody opens a door on our floor. Luckily so, because Emily and JJ come out of their room, joking about something. Spencer and I avoid our gazes until all of us are in the elevator; there, we just smile at each other.
Like...Friends.
*****
At home, I throw my go-bag aside, dump some clothes into the wash, and collapse on the couch. I'm too tired to grab a blanket, so I shove my hands into the pocket of Spencer's grey hoodie, hoping that's enough to keep me warm.
But there is something in the pocket I haven't noticed before.
Spencer's old iPod.
I love that he refuses to simply get a smartphone. It's one of those not-fully understandable quirks that just make you way more fond of somebody.
Turning it on, I decide to snoop a little – Checking out what my favorite doctor likes to listen to... It's only fair. He's all over my stuff too. No secrets; we're best friends, after all.
Putting the headphones in, I go through his playlists and...Oh My God, Spencer is a Swiftie.
But then I stop in my tracks. I need to look twice.
There is a playlist with my name.
Okay. Nothing too out there. This playlist can have a multitude of reasons. Maybe those are songs he knows I like, maybe ones he thinks I'll like once he shows them to me... Or what if they're songs that remind him of me?
I open the playlist and go through the songs. Yes, there are some that I like, but why in the world are most of those songs about unrequited love?
I sit there (rather lay there) on the couch for almost an hour, just having the songs play. As"I Can't Make You Love Me"by Bon Iver stops playing,"Line Without a Hook"by Ricky Montgomery starts...
Why?
Why does it seem like I am not the only one holding feelings that go far beyond friendship?
I sit up and turn off the iPod.
Is Spencer in love with me? Am I actually that fucking lucky?
Do I now just confront Spencer about it? What if I read the playlist wrong, and it's actually just a playlist like any other, and I make myself out to be a gigantic dummy, ruining my friendship with him?
This is stressful. But... Spencer wouldn't end our friendship just because of my little crush. The one I have since I first saw him. The one that makes me want to say"I love you"whenever he makes me laugh.
Right?
No. No, not Spencer. It's not like I decided to fall for him. It simply happened. He'd understand that should he not return my feelings, right?
Yes. Definitely.Maybe.
Maybe I should just stay quiet? Leave this question unsolved.
Is not knowing better than taking the risk? Is it smarter?
My phone rings, the picture of my best friend lighting up on the screen. Sometimes I am worried that he's able to read my mind.
I pick up, sounding so calm and cool I wanna pat my own shoulder. "Hey, Spence."
"Hey. Uhm... Did- I- You don't know by any chance if I left my iPod in my hoodie pocket, right?" he asks quickly.
"Yeah, I have it right here," I tell him.
"Cool. Cool," he answers, still sounding unnaturally stressed.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah. Of course. Listen, sweetheart, would it be okay if I'd come pick it up real quick?"
I frown. "Okay, what secrets do you have on that thing? Nudes? Porn? Homemade porn?"
"What?" he asks back, confused.
"Nobody loses it that much when their best friend has their iPod unless there's something on it you don't want me to see. So, is it nakey pics of you?" I tease. "Because if so, I can't guarantee that I won't be snooping for them."
"D-Don't turn it on. It- It's nothing suspicious. I just want- I need you to. It's cause..." he stutters and stammers until his voice falls silent.
Thinking about it for a second, I decide to take a leap of fate. I can easily play it off as part of the teasing, after all.
"Is this about the playlist with my name?"
The other end of the phone call is quiet. For a solid minute, I wonder if Spencer became unconscious. This silence somehow speaks louder than any excuse he could throw at me.
"Spence?" I ask.
I hear him swallow roughly. "Y-Yeah?"
"Is it about the playlist?" I whisper.
"Yes."
Goosebumps form on my entire body.
"Why?" I ask.
Almost silently, he says, "I think you already know why."
I hold my phone between my ear and shoulder so I can pinch my left hand. "Ouch."
Not a dream. I am wide awake.
I am wide awake, and Spencer returns my feelings.
I should buy a lottery ticket because this was a one-in-a-million chance of ever happening, and I should use the universe's decision to favor me as much as possible before my good luck streak fades.
"What happened?" Spencer asks, alerted by my whimper.
"N-Nothing," I answer quickly and a little dumb. "I just pinched myself."
"Why would you do that?"
Because I'm an idiot, Spencer.
"Wanted to make sure I didn't fall asleep on my couch."
He chuckles softly.
"Hey, uhm, Spence? Can we, like, I don't know... Meet in the park next to the De Luca Bookstore?"
"Of course. Why?"
"Because you asked for your iPod back," I say. "And maybe we could... I mean, weshouldtalk."
"Meet you there in 15?"
I agree. "Meet you there in 15."
*****
I walk through the park, glad that the rain we had encountered in New York hasn't reached DC yet. The sun is setting and casting a beautiful golden light over the little lake full of ducks and their little ducklings.
I pass a couple of benches until I reach the one Spencer sits on, staring at the water.
"Hey," I say, sitting down next to him.
He jumps a little, seemingly having been deeply in thoughts. "Hey."
I hand him his iPod. "Sorry for snooping. Wasn't cool of me."
He chuckles weakly, shoving the iPod into the pocket of his suit. "You know I don't mind when you're all over my stuff."
I giggle childishly. "Dirty."
He joins my laugh, making all of this way less awkward. As he stops laughing, a deep sigh escapes him. "I'm sorry you found out about it like that."
"How else would you've let me know?" I dare to ask cheekily.
"Honestly?" he laughs. "I would've taken my feeling to the grave with me."
"Why?" I tease. "Does being with me sound so bad?"
"You know that that's not the reason," he says, leaning closer and bumping me softly with his shoulder. "What would I've done if you didn't feel the same? I couldn't risk losing you."
Suddenly he jerks upright. "I- You- Do you even feel the same, or am I making a fool out of myself right now?"
"If I were to turn you down, I wouldn't still wear your hoodie," I mumble, amused, pulling the sleeves over my thumbs and feeling my face heat up.
A silence spreads between us, but it's not an uncomfortable one. We both seem nervous, but the good kind of nervous... the kind of nervousness you feel when newness in a relationship occurs.
Suddenly, Spencer's hand reaches for mine. I practically jump at this opportunity and enlace our fingers. He lifts my hand, placing a kiss on the back of it, and my heart skips a beat.
"I want to take you out on a date if that's okay with you," he says, making me nod excitedly.
"You have to pay, tough," I tell him. "Only brought my keys and 5 bucks."
Spencer chuckles. "You wanna go home and change first?"
"If you take me home now, we're staying in," I warn him with a smirk.
His tongue darts out, wetting his lips and a pink blush spreads on his cheeks. "We can always just order and watch TV."
I nod, and Spencer stands up, pulling me onto my feet.
As the night creeps in and the lanterns turn on, we walk towards the park's exit, still holding hands. All of a sudden, he stops his steps and pulls me in for a gentle yet longing kiss that lets me feel just how long we have wanted to do this.
"Sorry," Spencer smiles against my lips. "Couldn't wait any longer."
I peck his lips again, the butterflies in my stomach being the sweetest feeling I've ever felt. Then I grin.
"Look at you; got your iPod back, and it even came with a girlfriend. You really got more than you asked for today, huh?"
Continuing to walk, Spencer laughs. "Now imagine how much sooner we could've had this ifyouhad asked for it."
Giggling, I punch his arm. "Oh, shut up."
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leahblackk · 1 year
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summary: Spencer does something Y/n didn’t like and now he has to apologise and make everything good again.
request: Hello! So I don’t know if you are taking requests…but if you are then could you possibly make a sad heartbreakingly angsty one where reader and spencer are dating and they have these small things that they always do like no matter what they’ll always like eat together (even over ft) or like just cute little fluffy things. But they get into a really huge fight and reader doesn’t think she can handle going through the rough patch anymore obit spencer just thinks that they can work through it so the next morning he cooks her her favorite breakfast or something thinking she’ll come down and eat with him like they always do and will proceed to do all the things they always do but she leave without saying a word to him? Be as creative as you’d like :) if not no worries!!
i couldn’t do the exact same thing you asked me to cause i felt like it was too mean but i got the main idea whatsoever! i hope you like it and i’m so sorry it got me this long to make this happen
couple: spencer reid x fem!reader
warnings: a little bit of crying and a little bit of angst but nothing too bad.
taglist: @ssavanessa22, @all-tings-gubler, @cance1medaddy, @doctorspenceryeet, @matthew-gray-gubler-lover, @nomajdetective, @reidselle, @hey-dw, @demigirl2007
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Loving someone is learning their little things, knowing their behavior in certain situations, learning why they do the stuff they do, knowing what they like, but most importantly, knowing what they don't like, so you can't do them again.
That's something Spencer has learned about Y/n for the past years they've been together. He has never felt as in love as he feels right now, he's never been as euphoric to have someone who cares about him and whom he can be as open about his thoughts. He's always been afraid people are gonna run out the door as soon as they know what's going on inside, but she didn't. Once Spencer let her in–it was totally different from the rest.
She wasn't scared or weird out. She wasn't running as soon as she could. He felt loved, and he didn't want that love to end, he didn't want her to stop loving him, and he knew he could never stop loving her.
Spencer has learned the things she doesn't like, however, from time to time it slips through his mind, and he does them anyway. He apologizes, she forgives him, they cuddle and tell each other how much they love one another, they sleep, he wakes up and makes her breakfast and they sit down and eat it. It was like a routine.
Although, it didn't happen like that.
Spencer recalls what happened last night, how could he forget?
He made her cry, heavily crying.
He knows one of the things she doesn't like him, or anyone, doing, is raising their voices. Spencer hasn't, never ever yelled at her, but he raised his voice. He snapped, and he could look into her eyes and know it hurt her deeply. Her tears streamed down her face. He wanted to make them stop, he didn't know what to do, but he wanted to make them stop.
He couldn't believe he just did that when she has told him several things she doesnt like it. He tried and walked to her, tried to hold her in his arms, tried to kiss her head and make the pain go away, but she didn't want that, she stepped back, and Spencer involuntarily–, totally unconsciously whimpered. He whimpered at her stepping back, and not letting him touch her. His heart ached and his pout grew down on his rosy lips.
The frown more prominent, and the heart pain even more.
She shakes her head and walks upstairs. She wanted to be alone, clearly, but Spencer didn't want her to. He didn't want her to cry alone, he wanted–he needed to hold her in his arms and move her side to side and let her know it was all okay, and that he was deeply sorry, of course he was. He couldn't believe how bad he behaved, however, she wanted space, and even if Spencer was not good with it, he was gonna give her that.
They haven't been alright for a few weeks now. Fights and fights occurring. Him spending too much time at work, her not paying attention to him because she was busy with other stuff. It was like the time was never enough. Both of them wanted to be curled up next to each other, and hearing words of love, but that couldn't be possible, and all that tension grew to this.
It could be seen as a minimum thing, but Spencer knew it hurt her deeply, cause the reason she didn't like being yelled at, was definitely one they both shared in common.
He sighed, tears coming down his face as well, as his heart ached. He sat down, and curled up on the couch, hugging the blanket that was wrapped around her moments ago, and sighed. He felt his body aching.
He got up moments after, going upstairs and seeing her staring at the window, he whimpered, hoping she'd notice, and she did, only that she didn't look at him, which made Spencer's frown appear once again that night.
Spencer didn't know what to say, he knew he should apologize but now that she didn't even look at him he didn't know if she wanted to hear his apologies.
He got into the bathroom and filled in the bathtub, lighting up her favorite candles and putting her favorite bath bombs. Y/n knew what he was doing. Before they went to sleep, they got into the bathtub together to unwind and relax before bed. He was trying, but she was proud and stubborn.
He sat on the bathtub, hoping she'd come in so he could hug her, but she didn't. Spencer sat there sadly and got up covering his naked body in a towel, and walked to the bedroom where she was already in bed, sleeping.
He wanted to cry, they always cuddled before going to bed, she brushed his hair and he grabbed her pajamas which he made sure were ironed so she could feel the warmth of it and sleep comfortably, he made sure her pillows were perfectly for her and he brushed her hair, so it wouldn't tangle at night. He stared at her silently as he felt his body shiver at the cold.
He put his pajamas on, silently and sadly. He knew he deserved it but he was trying his best.
He finally sighed, defeated, and crawled into the bed next to her, feeling around for her waist to pull her in, but she complained in her sleep, and the young doctor sadly turned around.
….
In the morning, around eight, he woke up and saw her sleeping there, he smiled to himself and got up from the bed. Even though she was mad, and he knew that, it wouldn't stop him from trying.
He went downstairs, and took all the ingredients and the bowls out to make her favorite breakfast. That was something he always did, didn't matter what, but he knew he had to make it extra special for her.
Spencer moved around, picking up stuff, pouring and mixing until it was all ready. He smiled and sighed, and prepared the table, to one then he sat and waited for her to come down. She always woke up a eight and a half.
Spencer tapped his fingers on the wooden table as he waited, and waited, and waited. At nine he frowned. The food was getting cold and she didnt come out.
He went upstairs once again, and saw her there, getting dressed.
“What are you doing?” he frowned.
She didn't answer.
“You didn't wait to shower with me and you didn’t come down for breakfast,” he said, with a sad voice.
She stood there silently, and Spencer felt like crying.
He walked to her, and grabbed her arm, “Please, say something,” he said with tears in his eyes.
She looked at him, her own heart aching, “I am mad at you,” she said.
“I know,” he whimpered, “But I am trying.”
“But you haven't apologized,” she explained, “You try for me to jump back on our routine when you haven't even apologized!”
He looked down in shame, “I know. I am so sorry,” he held her hands and kissed them, “I am so sorry but I'm not good with apologies. I tried to, but you stepped back and i didnt-i didnt know what to do!, You came here and i looked for you but you weren't even looking at me, i didn't know what to do,” he cried out, “But i am so sorry, so deeply sorry for snapping that way and for racing my voice when i know you don't like it, and i knew you didn't and did it nonetheless, forgive me, my love,” he said as he grabbed her hands and cup his face with them, which made her smile a little bit.
“Dont do it ever again,” she said.
He nodded, “I promise,” he pouted.
She smiled, and kissed him sweetly and shortly, when she pulled back he whined “No, come here,” he complained, now he was cupping her face and kissing her.
He bent down, and grabbed her by the thighs, lifting her up, “Now, are we gonna have breakfast or not?” He said.
She giggled, “Of course my love.”
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One Last Chance?
This was written for the wonderful @imagining-in-the-margins family challenge for the months of April and May. I know I'm a little late but I only recently read this prompt that's also the summary and it really spoke to me! While writing I got really invested in the characters so I might write a couple more parts in the future!
Summary: Spencer and his wife have decided to foster a teenager.
Content Warning: foster care, neglect, foster sibling separation, minor mention of drugs, food & food insecurities. Please let me know if I missed something and I will add what's missing!
Word Count : 5.8k
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“Spencer, have you checked if the heater is on in their room, it’s freezing outside!” “Y/N, I have already told you, it’s warm in the guest bedroom, the thermostat is on too!” “It’s THEIR room, Spence, you need to check what you’re saying, if we want them to feel at home, we need to adjust our language too!”, Y/N chastised while she was running around their house trying to make everything look perfect, although there was nothing left to do. 
“Y/N, can you come here for a second?”, Spencer called out for his wife, softly catching her hand and tugging her closer to him, finally stopping her pacing. He took her other hand into his own and gently squeezed her hands. She looked up at him in confusion. “What is it? Did I forget something?” Spencer just smiled down at his beautiful wife. He knew she just wanted to be prepared for this new person who would join their little family any minute, but he also knew she’d run herself crazy trying to make everything right. 
“Y/N, everything is perfectly prepared for whoever will step through that door in the next hour. We are ready for them, we’ve got their room ready, your chilli is on the stove, we’ve put toiletries, extra clothes and towels out and got them more snacks than even I could devour in a week”, he listed and Y/N slowly but surely relaxed a little. “And most importantly my love, we are ready to support whoever will be joining us. You have so much love to give, anyone would be lucky to be on the receiving end of it. Whoever this kid is that will join us, they will feel that love and comfort just like I do whenever you’re with me.” 
Y/N had tears in her eyes now. “I just want them to feel welcome, who knows what they have been through”, she got out and Spencer pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back. “I know my love. But all we can do now is take it one step at a time, okay? We’re prepared and it will be fine.” Y/N nodded into his embrace. 
She knew he was right, they were prepared. After having a lengthy talk, the two of them had decided that fostering was the right decision for them to expand their family. They both felt deeply that bringing a new life into this world when there were so many kids without homes, seemed like the wrong way to go for them. They both felt that family was so much more than genetics and biological relations, they knew that love made family and that they had so much love to give. 
The decision to welcome older kids into their home wasn’t as easy to make. Spencer had some apprehensions, finally telling Y/N that he felt like older kids and teens might not respond well to him and his quirks. It took him a while to see that his own experiences with teenagers from when he was a kid were entirely different from how they would respond to him now. Y/N had acknowledged and listened to his fears and after seeing the statistics on how many older kids never found a safe home and tended to age out of the system, Spencer felt entirely wrong for not giving these kids a chance of a safe haven with them. Given their work schedule, they even decided that they wouldn’t be able to take smaller kids and so now they were awaiting their first placement. The social worker had called half an hour ago and only told them that they had a 14-year-old in need of a new placement and that they were going to be there within the next two hours. They didn’t even know their pronouns nor their background but they already felt for the teen. 
The two of them only parted from their embrace when there was a knock on the door. Y/N’s eyes went wide as she stared up at Spencer. “Oh my god, they are here! Spencer, they are here!!!” “Let’s go meet them”, he smiled calmly although inside he was anything but calm. 
They opened the door together to find a middle-aged woman and, standing next to her, clutching a plastic bag, a girl with deep-green eyes, long unruly brown curls and a scared look on her face. Y/N quickly caught herself and stopped what she was sure was staring, at the girl. 
“Hi! Come in, come in, it’s so cold outside!”, she ushered the two to step into their home. “Thank you Mr and Mrs Reid for taking such a last-minute placement! Maggie is really happy to be here, aren’t you Maggie?”, the social worker gushed and Spencer could see the girl anxiously tightening her grip on her bag before she nodded. “Well why don’t we go to the kitchen and we’ll talk a little more!”, Y/N tried to ease the tension, but the social worker had other plans. 
“I’m really sorry, but I actually have to go run by another case of mine. Maggie should be fine with you for now, I will check back in tomorrow or one of these days if there are any more questions and send you an E-Mail with any information you might need, it’s the weekend so the school won’t be an issue until Monday!”, she rattled off leaving Spencer and Y/N to stare at her for a second before Spencer was the one to find his voice first. 
“Let me walk you to the door, I do have a couple of questions”, he said, stunned and led the woman to the door, leaving Y/N with the teenage girl in their kitchen. She watched her husband leave the room, stunned as well, before snapping out of it and taking a good look at the girl that was just dropped off at their house like it was nothing. 
“I’m sorry Maggie, let me do this again: I’m Y/N and that dorky guy with me is my husband Spencer. We’re really happy to have you here with us. Do you want something to drink? I’ve also got chilli on the stove if you’re hungry”, the woman explained but the girl just stared at her for a second before looking back at where Spencer and the case worker had disappeared to. “I know this is all but ideal right now, you deserve a better start than this, I’m sorry honey”, Y/N said softly and before the girl could react to her words they could hear the door shut and Spencer stepping back into the kitchen. 
“Sooo, why don’t we show Maggie her room, hm?”, he said encouragingly but Y/N could tell that he was angry. Clearly, the caseworker had not made the best impression on him. “Come on, Maggie, we’ll give you a house tour”, Y/N agreed and smiled at the girl encouragingly. The girl had yet to say a word but followed the couple up the set of stairs to the first story of their townhome. Spencer and Y/N let her look into each room up there, their bedroom, the bathroom in the hall which would be the teen’s and finally, they opened a door and let her step in first. 
Maggie found herself in a beautiful and warmly lit bedroom with a queen bed, a desk, a sideboard with a TV and a big basket filled with all sorts of stuff. The teen’s eyes grew wide as she took it all in while still clutching onto the trash bag in her hands. “This.. this is where I get to stay?”, she asked carefully with a slight stutter, looking back at the couple that was now standing in the doorway together watching her taking it all in. “Yes, of course! Help yourself to anything you want, there’s a couple of snacks and drinks and I have some stationery on the desk if you’d like to draw or write, oh and I have a couple of clothes in the closet too, I didn’t know what you liked of course so it’s just basics”, Y/N rambled along while Spencer watched the teen, clearly a little overwhelmed with it all. 
“I also got you this blanket”, Y/N ended her monologue, holding out a soft yellow blanket, still in its bow from buying it. She had heard that it meant a lot for foster kids to have new things that they could keep and Y/N thought there was nothing more comforting than a fuzzy blanket. Maggie just stared at the blanket for a second, still holding her bag with two hands, before she carefully let the bag down beside her and took the blanket that Y/N was holding out for her. “Thank you”, she breathed out quietly, feeling the soft fabric against her palm as she held the gift. A silence settled in between the three and it was Spencer who decided to give the teen a little room to process all of her emotions. He knew what it felt like to be overwhelmed like that and had also learned the circumstances of the girl’s emergency placement tonight. 
“I think we’ll leave you to settle in now. We will be right downstairs in the kitchen and you’re welcome to join us and have a bite to eat any time. You can go take a shower if you want to, there are towels in the bathroom, or you can just stay in here if you want to be alone, whatever you decide is fine, okay Maggie?”, he spoke softly and watched the girl pressing her lips together and nodding. “Yes sir”, she uttered and Y/N’s brows furrowed in worry at that. “Oh no need for the formalities, I’m just Spencer and this is just Y/N”, he continued with his soft voice and the girl nodded again. “Okay, Spencer. Thank you.”
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Downstairs Y/N immediately turned around to Spencer and rushed him to tell her what the social worker had said. “You seemed mad, what did she say? How is she just going to drop a kid off at night and just leave like that? We don’t even know what the circumstances are! And all her belongings are in a plastic bag, what the fuck Spencer!”, Y/N burst out and whisper shouted at her husband. Spencer eyed the stairs nervous that the girl could hear them. “I know, I told the social worker the same thing but it seemed like she was overworked too and had a call for another kid that was in trouble, it’s bad, I know, but at least now she’s safe with us.” “Did she tell you if the placement would be for longer? Where did Maggie even come from?” Spencer nodded carefully. 
“Police busted her prior foster family’s home for drug manufacturing just a couple of hours ago. They found her and another kid in one of the rooms while they had a makeshift drug lab in the basement.” Y/N’s jaw dropped. “WHAT?”, she whisper shouted once again not believing a word she was hearing. “How did those people get a foster licence to begin with? Was she exposed to these drugs?” Then another thought hit her. “Are you okay?”, she asked softly and Spencer nodded quickly. 
“I am, truly I’m just as shocked as you are. Apparently, they had the drugs and equipment in the basement while the upstairs was relatively clear of any signs of drugs and stuff, still a messed up home though. She needs a permanent place to stay, the case worker didn’t say much but her biological family seems to be out of the picture.“ “God I feel so bad for her, the way she called you Sir? I hope she’ll come down to eat something later.” Spencer nodded and pulled his wife into his arms, pressing a kiss on top of her head and rocking them both back and forth for a minute. “We’ll help her through this”, he assured.
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Upstairs, Maggie finally got a moment to sit down and process what the last couple of hours had looked like. She had gotten the fright of a lifetime when suddenly there were people shouting everywhere and her and Lila’s door was kicked in, revealing two policemen with their guns drawn at the two of them. Maggie had pulled Lila into her bed, pushing themselves into the corner and holding the younger child safely, whispering affirmations into her ears. After the policemen had lowered their guns they escorted them out of the house, putting them in a car and asking loads of questions while Maggie watched the house being torn apart and their foster parents being detained. 
It wasn’t like Maggie liked them or living there but at least they didn’t hit them, at least they had a bed to sleep there. Now where would they go? She had been worrying about what they were doing in the basement for ages, watching the sketchy people turn up all the time, really deep down she knew that one of these days it would have to turn bad. After it all calmed down a little they were given trash bags and asked to collect their belongings. 
Maggie helped Lila in packing everything that might be helpful and grabbed the few things she had that belonged to her in a way. Lila’s grip on her hand was tight and it only reminded Maggie that they were incredibly likely to be split up. They weren’t bio siblings, just both ended up at the same home. Lila was only 9, Maggie honestly didn’t know how she hadn’t gotten a better family than that so she had tried to make it a home for Lila for the past year and a half. There was no way that a family that would be interested in taking Lila would also want a teenager, she knew that. She was all too familiar with the system, the older she got the slimmer the chances for a safe, comfortable home. 
Maggie had given up all hope for adoption a long time ago, but for Lila, there was still a chance. So when Nadine came to take Lila, telling her she had found a nice family, Maggie had encouraged the crying child that refused to let go of her. 
“Lila, baby I’ll always always always be here for you okay? You have to be strong now okay? Nadine found really nice people, it won’t be like it was here, okay? You will have a really good time, Li, I promise I will try and visit okay?”, she had tried to make her voice sound steady but couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down her own cheeks. “What about you?”, Lila asked desperately. “I will be fine, I can look out for myself and I’ll get a safe place to stay too”, the teen encouraged but didn’t believe a word she was saying. Lila did though and that was most important. Before Nadine could take the girl away she hugged  her tight again and then kissed the girl’s forehead. “I love you Lila, you remember my phone number right? I made you memorise it”, she said and the kid nodded vehemently. “I remember Mags, I can call you?”, she asked and Maggie nodded trying to hold back the tears. “Please call me when you need me, I will always answer, I promise Li. Love you.”, she said again before the girl was led away, turning around once more and calling back: “Love you too Mags!”
And here Maggie was, alone again. Something she was very used to, so she pulled herself together, wiped away the tears and put up her guard again. Whatever was going to happen in the next couple of hours would decide where her life was going or what it would look like. She was at an age now where a group home was honestly the most likely option and it scared the living crap out of her to be in a home with older teenagers. Maggie could fend for herself but she wasn’t as tough as others in the system. She was an easy target, she knew that and she had to prepare herself for that. She was taken back to the police station where she stayed for another hour before a middle-aged woman introduced herself to her as Tanya. Nadine was still busy so she was handed over Maggie’s case for now. Great, now she didn’t even know her case worker anymore. 
“I made a few calls and found a place for you to stay, come on we’re going there now”, Tanya had said and Maggie just followed her along. “Is it a group home?”, she finally asked after they had been in the car for a couple minutes without the woman saying more. Maggie missed Nadine, at least she had attempted to make her feel better. “No, it’s not, you’re lucky, there’s been a new couple in the area opening up for older kids like you. Mr and Mrs Reid are expecting us any minute now.” 
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And that had been all the girl knew before these two strangers opened up their home to her. Here she was now sitting in a perfect room in a perfect townhouse. She looked down at the blanket in her lap. It felt soft against her palm and the softness in addition to the softness of the bed beneath her made her feel weird. Like it was all fake, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. This was all too soft. The blanket, the bed, the light, the warmth, their voices. It was all too soft. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t how life went for her. She didn’t trust the peace. 
Before she knew what she was doing, she was pacing. Trying to make sense of what it was that was happening here. She didn’t want to cry, not again, it would only make it worse, she would only miss Lila worse and the people downstairs could hear her. There wasn’t even anything to cry over. This placement was the best place she had probably ever been put in, but that made it feel so wrong, like there was a bomb waiting to go off any minute. That bomb seemed to be her though, she felt like she was going to combust from the pressure that was building up inside of her, threatening to spill over. She had to let it all out somehow. 
Her eyes fell on the blanket and before she knew what she was doing she grabbed the soft piece of fabric that was supposed to bring her comfort and threw it across the room. It landed against the closet door with a small *thump* sound and then just plummeted to the ground. Maggie’s teeth were clenched together as she watched it do nothing with how she was feeling and quickly she grabbed another pillow off the bed, launching it through the room similarly. Others followed until finally one of the pillows landed against a framed picture on the wall, causing it to come off the hook and fall to the ground with a loud clatter. It was only then that the girl seemed to come to her senses. 
Wide-eyed she looked around herself, seeing the damage she had done, pillows and blankets were scattered all around the room, the frame was broken and the glass littered the floor between her and the door to the room. Before the girl could do anything to tidy it all up she could hear hurried steps on the stairs and a knock on the door. Shit. “Maggie, we heard a noise, is it okay for us to come in?”, she could hear the woman’s, worried voice. Had she already messed up this chance of a home? She couldn’t get a word out, just stood there and stared. “Maggie, I’m sorry but if you don’t answer me I will have to come in, okay?”, she heard the woman say and it made her snap out of it. “No!”, she shrieked out but it was too late, the door had already been opened and Y/N carefully peered in, stopping when she saw the damage on the floor and then quickly looking up at Maggie. The teen's lip began to quiver immediately. “I …. I … I didn’t mean to”, she panickedly got out. “I’m SO sorry, I promise I will clean it up, I’m sorry I just … I …”, she couldn’t find words for what was happening. 
The whole reason for her even beginning to throw stuff around, not wanting to cry, was now senseless because as soon as she realised what she had done, the tears came streaming down her face. She didn’t want to leave again already. This couldn’t be happening, how did she already blow it up? 
She didn’t notice Y/N ushering Spencer to go and get something to clean the glass off the floor, nor that the woman was carefully stepping around the shards trying to get close to her. “Maggie, Maggie, it’s okay. It’s all good, it’s just a cheap decoration from Target, it’s okay!”, she tried to calm the girl down. Her voice was steady and soft. Maggie was violently shaking her head and backing away into the other corner of the room, now clutching her mouth with her hands as she stared at the broken frame. 
“I didn’t mean to, please I’m so sorry”, she kept saying when she hit the wall behind her. Y/N stopped her attempt to get closer. Clearly, she was scaring the girl, backing her in. So instead the agent kept her distance, holding up her hands to show her she wasn’t a threat. “I know you didn’t mean to, Maggie, I know and it’s okay, you’re not in trouble, it’s all okay", she said softly. “Can you look up at me please?” Maggie had her eyes shut since she had backed against the wall. She now forced herself to cast her eyes up at the woman standing across from her, she didn’t look like she was mad, maybe she was saying the truth. 
“Are you hurt? Did you get glass somewhere?”, she asked softly and the teen looked down on herself before shaking her head. “Okay, that’s good. Spencer is bringing up a broom and the vacuum and it will be all good”, Y/N smiled at the teen encouragingly just as Spencer appeared again. “I can do it”, Maggie protested, stepping forward a little. “We don’t want you to hurt yourself, it’s okay, I’ve got it!”, Spencer said with a soft smile on his face as he began to clean away the mess. 
Y/N looked back from her husband to the teen that was now standing beside the bed, cheeks still damp from tears and arms crossed in front of herself. Y/N chose to sit down on the bed. She softly tapped the bed beside her. “Why don’t you sit with me for a minute, huh?”, she asked and to her surprise, Maggie immediately followed the request. “I want you to know that you are safe here with us and that we understand that you have a lot of feelings going on for you right now. Today must have been a lot and this is all new to you so we get that you might be feeling sad or angry or confused”, Y/N said with a steady and soft voice, smiling at the girl and giving her room to take it in. 
Maggie listened to the woman speak, not knowing what to say. Only after a couple of minutes did a few words slip out. “It was all too soft”, she finally heard herself speak and she knew in saying that that it didn’t make any sense whatsoever. But Y/N didn’t question it. “Okay”, she simply said. “What can we do to make it better for you?” Maggie was stunned at the question. What could they do? They already gave her a room and snacks and didn’t yell at her after trashing the room. “I… I don’t know”, she said and Y/N nodded. “That’s okay too. Do you think you got it out a little bit?” The teen nodded. “How would you like something to eat and a glass of water?” Again, Maggie nodded and Y/N felt a rush of relief that they had finally made a little progress. She looked back at Spencer who had since cleaned up the mess and stood there awkwardly. This had been an eventful first hour.
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Together, the three of them went downstairs. Y/N pulled out three bowls and scooped the chilli into them while Spencer got some spoons and glasses and put them out on the table. “You can sit in whatever spot you want”, Y/N explained to the teen who pulled out one of the chairs and sat down watching the two adults carefully. They worked around each other so seamlessly, like a well-oiled machine and somehow they both just radiated calmness and comfort. The girl was still a little shaken up about what she did up in the room, but mostly now she just felt tired and hungry, really hungry. 
It had been one of those days where they couldn’t find anything good to eat in the house and Maggie had given the last of the bread with a little butter and sugar to Lila when they got back from school. Now the room smelled like actually good, warm food and just then Y/N placed a full bowl in front of her while Spencer put a basket with bread on the table too. The two of them sat down too, Spencer filling up all of their glasses with water. 
“I hope you like chilli, I didn’t make it too spicy, Spencer is sensitive like that and I didn’t know how you’d like it”, Y/N explained, but Maggie could already feel her mouth watering just looking at the food in front of her. She quickly looked up at Y/N. “Thank you, this looks really delicious”, she said politely and as the two adults picked up their spoons she finally started shovelling the comforting, hearty food into her mouth too. She couldn’t remember the last time she had had such a good meal. Y/N and Spencer shared the same sombre look watching the girl eat so fast and hectic. It was abundantly clear that she hadn’t been getting proper meals for a while now and had arrived hungry. 
“Is there anything you don’t like eating or you’re allergic to Maggie? Just so I know when I do the food shop and meal prep. I thought I could take you with me for the food run tomorrow and you could pick out a few things you like”, Y/N started a conversation when Maggie had slowed down a little. The girl perked up at that, surprised by the sentiment. “I … I’m not allergic to anything I think.”, she said softly, just thankful to eat anything really. “Okay that’s good to know, and anything you don’t like?”, Y/N pushed further. “I for one hate anything with fish or seafood in general, Spencer doesn’t like mushrooms, he says they’re too slimy”, she chuckled and watched the teen’s lips curve into a small smile. 
“I don’t like mushrooms either, they feel funny, but I’ll eat them, I don’t want to be a bother!”, she quickly backtracked. “No way, you will never have to eat mushrooms here, I will personally make sure of it!”, Spencer now interjected and Maggie chuckled a little at the man’s childish antics. “Okay”, she said softly. “I also don’t really like green beans”, she added quietly and Y/N beamed at the teen speaking freely. “Oh don’t worry we’re not the biggest fans of those either”, she assured. “Do you want a second bowl? I think I’ll go for seconds”, Spencer now interjected seeing the girl’s empty bowl. She nodded. “Thank you, that would be nice”, turning to Y/N she added. “It tastes really good. You’re a good cook.” “Oh thank you, honey, I don’t get to cook that often, so I’ll take the compliment”, Y/N thanked the girl while Spencer placed their full bowö back in front of them. 
“So you probably have a lot of questions for us, I imagine it’s a bit scary suddenly living with two strangers, so how about we tell you a little about ourselves and then you can ask us anything?” Maggie looked between the two adults and then nodded before continuing to eat. “Okay, so Spencer and I have been married for a year now and we’ve been together for 2 before that. We met at our job. We are both working at the FBI, we’re both agents.” Maggie’s head snapped up at that, and with wide eyes, she looked at the two of them again. THEY were FBI agents? They looked so.. so soft. He was wearing a sweater vest with a funny pattern and she wore fuzzy socks and sweats. 
“I know we don’t look stereotypical FBI right now”, Y/N chuckled. “We’re profilers so really we analyse the minds of criminals in order to catch them”, she explained and Maggie nodded. “We usually travel a lot for our job but our boss was okay with one of us staying back with each case so that we can be here for you. We both don’t have a lot of family, but we see our colleagues at the BAU as our family and you will meet them too when you’re ready.” 
Maggie nodded along, taking it all in for now. Spencer continued after that. “We both love to read, we have left a few books in your room too, but you’re welcome to help yourself to any book in the house and if you see one you’d like when we’re out just tell one of us we’ll get it for you. Y/N also knits while watching her TV shows, I’m too clumsy for that and I also feel like if you’re gonna watch something you should watch it and not just listen.” That earned him a scoff from Y/N. “It’s called multitasking I've told you before Spencer!”, she defended herself and Maggie smirked at their interaction, they really did seem like nice people. “I can teach you how to knit! I’ve made Spencer a lot of scarves already!”, Y/N now excitedly addressed the girl who bit her lip nervously now that she had finished her food. 
Maggie shrugged nervously, unsure about what to say to that. “If I can stay here that might be nice”, she said softly and Spencer and Y/N’s faces dropped significantly. The girl had just arrived and was already thinking about having to move  on, it made sense, they knew how often that happened, but they weren’t gonna let that happen. 
“If we get any say in it you stay here as long as you want to, I promise you that, Maggie”, Y/N said. “Why?”, the teen asked bluntly. “Sorry, what do you mean why?”, Y/N asked, taken aback by the question. “Why do you want me to stay longer? You could easily foster one of the little ones, they’re really cute and aren’t problems like … like big kids and … and teens..“, she explained herself while stirring in the remnants of her chilli. She couldn’t see the cautious and dumbfounded looks Spencer and Y/N gave themselves. Instead, she continued on with her rant. 
“I just trashed your upstairs bedroom, was really impolite and also, supplies and food are more expensive for bigger kids, teens get into trouble at school a lot more often than little kids and most foster teens above the age of 12 will not find a foster family and live in group homes where they’re prepared to age out of the system and be self-sufficient and even then 20% of us end up homeless when we turn 18. Older foster kids don’t get a chance like this, people like you don’t take us, they take the cute ones without trouble, people like me go into group homes or into families that just want to cash their checks. So why would you want me to stay here?” Maggie finally finished her rant leaving Spencer and Y/N speechless. 
The girl seemed to be shocked by her own words now as her head snapped up suddenly, looking up at the two adults and turning red in embarrassment. She quickly looked down at the table again. not bearing to meet their eyes. They sat there in silence for a moment before Spencer spoke up.  “Believe me, Maggie, I know all the statistics and that is exactly why Y/N and I decided to open our home to older kids like you. You deserve a chance just like the younger kids do, there are safe homes for them but as you said there are significantly fewer for kids above the age of 12 which just isn’t fair to any of you. We knew that we didn’t like the idea of teens ending up in group homes and ageing out to become homeless. We want to provide a safe and loving home, especially to kids who didn’t get the chance before”, Spencer said calmly. 
“What Spencer is saying is true, Maggie. We wanted to expand our family and we knew we didn’t want to bring a new baby into this world when there are so many kids who need a safe and loving home. We love kids, don’t get us wrong, but you’re still a kid too and what you’re saying isn’t entirely right, little kids come with a lot of work too, that’s not me saying we wouldn’t put in all of the work to accommodate whatever anyone staying with us needs, but with little ones, there is a lot of guessing whereas you can talk to us, tell us what you need, what you feel like. It can be a lot of fun to have a teenager in the house, we can talk about books and shows and Spencer and I get to feel young again”, she joked to ease the tension. “And with one of us being on their own from time to time because of our jobs, we also felt like it just made sense to take in older kids and teens like you because you would understand why one of us had to go from time to time, you know?” 
Maggie was taking in what the two of them were saying, embarrassed about what she had laid off on them. She never usually spoke up like that, people didn’t tend to listen to her anyways but apparently, Spencer and Y/N had listened and Maggie had to admit that what they were saying now sounded sincere. Nevertheless, she couldn’t let herself trust this yet. She could still be whisked away any second because of some stupid reason. For now, though she nodded and gathered all of her courage to look up at the two of them and smiled softly. “Okay", she said, deciding at that moment that she would try and hope one more time that this could be it. That maybe these people could be something like family one day.
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the-sun-died-out · 1 year
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Slipping on Your Sleeves
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Pairing: Spencer reid x fem!plus-size/mid-size!reader
Category: Fluff
Summary: Spencer can’t get enough of his girlfriend’s clothes
Word count: 2k
Warnings: curse words, alluding to sexual acts, body-negative thought
a/n: This is my first time posting a fic here! I’ve always wanted to get into sharing my writing, and I’m absolutely obsessed with Spencer. I hope you enjoy it, and I appreciate any critique! Sometimes whenever I would wear clothes of guys I was with, their clothes would be too small on me, and I feel like Spencer just breaks all the norms cause he would be obsessed with showing his love. Anyway enjoy, and hopefully more writing to come :)
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Spencer was obsessed with the smell of you. The sweet, saccrine, warm air of your perfume would infuse lovingly with your natural scent to create the lasting presence of you everywhere you went. Although his memory was perfect, he loved the tangible reminders as you left impressions of you all over his apartment, sheets, body, and heart. He could feel those reminders of you on your clothes especially. 
Although you and Spencer were not living together (yet), you would spend so much time at each other’s places that you started doing your laundry together to save effort. It’s when you started mixing the washes that you noticed clothes of yours would go missing. You thought pieces were just getting lost in the shuffle between your place and his, but you saw pieces would be coming out of the dryer that you never put into the hamper in the first place. 
Spencer would never consider himself the type to take someone’s things without asking, but one morning as you left his apartment in a rush to get to work, you had left your scarf haphazardly on the kitchen counter from where you had obviously meant to grab it from. As he was folding it for you to find when you got back, that delightful cinnamon scent you wore wafted up to his nose and he felt a buzzing of warmth as helt the smell filling him up. On an impulse, he wrapped it around his neck and headed off to work. They ended up getting called away for a case in Seatlle, and for all 3 cold and rainy days there he wore your scarf. He was the most relaxed he had every been while working a triple homicide. 
After realizing the calming effects your clothes seem to have on him, the next time he was over he ‘borrowed’ one of your sweatshirts. He quietly picked it off of the floor where he had thrown it in his haste to get your body, the sound of your giggling shrieks turning to pretty pitched moans playing in his head as he pulled it up to his face to soak in the smell. Just like with the scarf, the smell loomed up and wrapped him in your cacoon again as he took it in close and felt attached to this piece of you. Although the real you was lying right there, he needed to create a tangible memory of it. With his eidetic memory, everything sticks whether he wants it to or not. He never used to spend time creating a memory in his head until he met you. He would stare at your face, your smile, the way your hair fell, all the words you spoke to him: he took the time to take in the memory of you, getting to savor you in the now so he can enjoy the replay in the future. 
That sweatshirt would be worn by him at night in his empty hotel room while he would click those memories back into place and replay them. The scenes in his head surrounding him made it easier to feel as though you were there, and getting to have a piece of you with him made him feel as though a part of you was there waiting to be taken in. He would take in all parts of you for as long as he could until you got sick of him. He was so obsessed with you sometimes he could feel a physical pain having to be away from you. 
This continued on for quite sometime, taking a shirt there and pair of sweats there. When it was his turn to do the laundry, he would sneak the item back in after it lost it’s scent and place it back in your closet so you would wear it again. Spencer would stick to taking things you wouldn’t often notice, but this time he couldn’t stop himself from taking one of your favorites. This one smelled less like your perfume, and instead carried only your most natural scent which made him absolutely feral. The shirt hung on his small frame, and it was an encouraging reminder of you wrapped all around him. He should have known you would notice it missing, but the more instinctual side of him didn’t care. 
“Spencer,” you start, coming out in the living room where he was reading, “have you seen my shirt? The one that says ‘Ocean City’ on it?” You see the blush instantly creep up his neck as his mouth opens and closes coming up with a response. His eyes have widened and he looks a little like a deer caught in headlights. “Spencer? Have you seen it?” Still no answer from him. You were worried why he looked so anxious so you attempted to appease him: “It’s okay if you haven’t seen it, but I’ve just been looking for it.”
“I have seen it.”
“Oh okay…did you put it in another drawer or something?”
He lets out a sigh, realizing that he should just come clean. It’s not like it was the most perviest thing in the world, but he was worried about how you might perceive him wanting to wear it. He’d always hear about girlfriend’s stealing their boyfriend’s clothes all the time, not really the reverse. Most of his items however didn’t fit you as he often wore pieces that fit to his slight frame, they would be tight on your curvier frame. The first night he offered you a sleep shirt he had when you forgot to bring something, his heart broke at the obvious discomfort you felt trying to pull it down in what you thought would make him happy and he could see the negative thoughts about yourself that were beginning to form in your head. He shut it down instantly by removing his clothes and suggesting you both just sleep naked. Flat on his back with your soft tummy against him and your thick warm thighs wrapped around him, he never wanted to sleep with clothes being a barrier between you two again. The next day, he went out and bought extra blankets so that he could do this every night without cold being an issue. 
Spencer braced himself and pulled off his hoodie and he revealed underneath the exact shirt you were looking for: “I was wearing it sorry.”
Your eyes widened as you connected the dots: “Wait, I have had clothes go missing in and out for months…have you been taking them?”
“Yeah, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to take your clothes. It’s just that one time you left your scarf behind and I wore it during a-uh a case and it smelled like you and your perfume and god it gave me this like head rush and it started to feel like you were there. Then next I took a sweatshirt, and then from there it sort of started escalating because I found I couldn’t go to sleep in hotel rooms without wearing them or um sometimes I uh uh- would just like hold them. Not in a creepy way! Just to have the smell, and they were soft and it reminded me of how soft and beautiful you are and I loved how big they are on me because it makes me feel safe like you’re there with me? Like how good it feels when you lay on me and your body is covering mine and-” he cut his rambling off when he noticed the smile on your face. It was splitting, and then his eyes caught the dilating of your eyes. 
You had taken in what Spencer had said and you could feel your heart exploding with how absolutely sweet it was that he wanted you there and he wanted to wear your clothes. You weren’t often insecure about your size, but sometimes it was difficult to not note that you were bigger then Spencer. You had expressed these feelings to Spencer and he had listened intently, never wanting to ignore or diminish how you felt, but after he laid you down on the bed and showed you exactly how much he loved your size and every part of you. Every moment since he had proved how much he loved the way you look, and you started to believe it when you noticed he wasn’t only doing it to make you feel better. When you were lying on the bed or the couch, he would run his hands over all parts of you, and would special time on the areas that he knew you hated and graced them with his hands with so much care and need it made your head spin. When he thought you weren’t looking, you caught him staring at your ass and the way it would move when you walked. He would love fucking you from behind as he would stare mesmermized at the way it bounced against his pelvis. He would drink in your body not only in the sheets, but when you were simply existing in the house, or out running errands. His absolute favorite is when you would lie directly on top of him on lazy afternoons and he would hold you close, pressed against him to just feel you in a non-sexual way. It made him feel like he was soaking in all the love you had for him, and in return able to express without a word how emotionally safe you made him feel. He wanted to keep finding ways to show you just how special you were to him because nothing could ever really get to the all consuming feeling he had. 
You loved this blushing, adorable man in front of you with all your being. Him wearing your clothes was doing something to you: the realization that he had found yet another way to show you he adored all of you. The thought he wanted to feel you all the time, could never seem to have enough of his fill of you made you feel sexy and confident. It underlined the equal obsession you two had for each other. 
“Why are you staring at me like that?” he asked, his nerves worsening. 
“My god Spencer, you look so hot wearing my clothes.” The surprise on his face was evident.
“I-I do?” His stuttering just putting the icing on top of how badly you needed him at that moment. 
“Yeah Spencer, you do. You look like you’re mine,” you walk up to him slowly until you reach him and run your hands down his chest, “you like the reminder of me, huh? You like weaning my shirts to remind yourself you’re all mine?”
“Yes.” He said with no hesitation, albeit in a cracked whisper that he often had the first moments whenever your hands were on him. Usually Spencer was the one who took the lead in the bedroom, but that dominating side of him always took a second to come out because he would need to take a second to take in the fact that all of your you, wanted him. For as long as he had you, he would never be able to get over that initial shake in his heart that found your love unbelievable. 
You leaned in and gave him the softest kiss against the spot where his neck and shoulder connected, and the smell of you on the clothes permitted by the smell of his body being pressed to it connected and wafted into your nose. 
“Ugh Spencer, I can smell me on you. We mix really well together don’t we?” you glided your hands down his arms and connected them to where his hands had ended up gripped to your waist: “Why don’t you take off that shirt and show me who you belong to?”
In a swift move Spencer lifts you up over his shoulder, shrieks of surprise piercing his ear. He laid one hand on your legs to keep you steady, and another splayed across your ass to both hold and leave an imprint. 
“I think I need to take of your shirt first baby: my collection is getting a little thin.”
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reidscanehand · 2 years
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Politics of Lonely
Inspired by this song by Isabel Pless Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAUfem!Reader Category: Hurt/Comfort/Fluff TW: discussions of loneliness, cursing, self-doubt This is, honestly, a pretty self-serving write on my part, but I really need something like this and, since that likely won’t happen, I wrote it. I also really love Isabel Pless’ music, so any chance I have to introduce people to her stuff is a win in my book. Hope you like this and love you! xx 
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~ If success is subjective, then what's the objective of a lonely life fully lived well? - Isabel Pless ~
Spencer Reid is not a stalker. Truly. And he never had any intention of finding out Y/N’s Saturday schedule. In fact, knowing anything about it at all makes him feel incredibly weird. However, the mind works in mysterious ways and a genius mind even moreso. Meaning, that, once he accidentally happened upon a part of this regularly occurring and particularly well-kept to schedule, he just so happened to be able to slowly (not nearly slowly enough for his comfort) piece together her schedule for the rest of her day off. 
Seeing her at his favorite bookstore had been a completely unexpected (though entirely pleasant) surprise. His favorite booksotre isn’t exactly a secret, and he knows he mentioned it to her when she’d asked him about a certain edition of Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, but he somehow had never anticipated actually seeing her there one Saturday morning. 
But, sure enough, he turns the corner and there she is. He immediately turns back behind the shelf, out of her view, pressing his back into the endcap, his breathing suddenly far more labored than he’d expected. It’s not exactly a secret either that Y/N is a beautiful woman. And to see her, standing in a pool of light, almost comically, perfectly provided by one of the gorgeous skylights in the store, was a quite a sight to behold. The crush that’s been burdgeoning since her arrival to the BAU fills his chest fully, as though his heart is accepting what his mind already knew: he more than likes Y/N. 
“Spencer?” her voice breaks his reverie. “Are you okay?”
“Y-yes,” he manages to say, “why would I not be?”
“You’re leaning against the bookshelf pale as a ghost and breathing like you’ve just run a mile,” she states, her smile perking up the ends of the sentence with disconcerting charm. “I’m just making sure you’re not running from someone or something.”
“I, um, read something that scared me,” Spencer says, lying desperately (badly). 
“Oh?” Y/N asks, her eyebrow arching upward and her slight smile deepening. “What were you reading?”
“Um,” Spencer drops his eyes, thrilled to see an abandoned book right near his foot. He leans down and picks it up, not even glancing at the cover. “This one.”
Y/N glances at the book, then looks up at Spencer, her face alight with barely contained laughter, “A Guide to Pigeons of North America?”
Spencer looks down at the book in question, he’s horrified to see a (rather terrifying) picture of a pigeon on the cover. Fucking hell. 
“Um...yeah,” Spencer almost sighs at his own stupidity, “I, uh, I’m scared of pigeons.”
Putting himself in such an awkward position distracted him from how overwhelmed he felt as Y/N spoke to him. Simply enough, they’d chatted for a few minutes about books, which only reconfirmed the two things he already knew to be true: 1. Y/N has excellent taste in many things, especially literature. 2. It wouldn’t take too much for him to fall in love with her. 
As they walked out the door, she’d eyed him carefully.
“What is it?” he asks softly, barely resisting the urge to reach over and push her hair back over her ear. 
“Would you, um,” she chews her lip, like it’s her turn to be nervous. “Would you like to, um, get a coffee with me?”
Spencer stares at her for a moment too long, a tad caught up in the blissful spring weather and how pretty she looks in her little dress and how the sun is shining just so and-and she’s floundering. 
“You don’t have to, obviously, I just usually go to get another coffee after stopping here and...and I just figured you might-”
“I’d love to,” Spencer cuts her off, his own voice sounding far away in his ears. 
She stares at him for a moment, a smile overtaking her features, “Wonderful.” 
And it had been wonderful. Truly wonderful. Maybe the best Saturday Spencer had had....ever? They walked to the coffee shop, where Spencer easily deduced she was a regular, just as she seemed to be at the bookstore. She’d then walked him to the Farmer’s Market, picking out produce for her week and gathering bits and bobs for her dinner that evening. 
As they parted ways when he walked her back to her apartment, she stared up at him suddenly, eyes still shining with remnants of smiles from the afternoon. 
“Thank you for...for spending time with me today,” she almost whispers, her voice is so quiet. 
“Thank you,” Spencer corrects her slightly, “for letting me tag along.”
“It’s...um, it’s just that I usually...” she trails off, her face quirking up awkwardly, “I usually do this alone. And I don’t mind being lonely, I guess, but it was...nice, more than nice, really, to have someone to do it with for once. I know my...preferences can be kind of boring, so I really appreciate you...wasting an afternoon with me.”
Without a second thought, Spencer lurches forward, tucking her into a tight hug that she settles into almost instantly. 
“I had so much fun,” he assures her, before releasing her from the hug, arms still around her, staring down at her intensely. “And it certainly wasn’t a wasted afternoon.” She beams at him and hugs him again. They say their goodbyes and he walks out, dusk just settling in, a smile still on his face.
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He’s hoping to have another opportunity to ostensibly...run into Y/N, to sort of maybe...extend the afternoon into an evening, somehow gathering the courage to ask her on a date.
But, cases get in the way. Case after case hits the team like a neverending treadmill, keeping them going for almost a month non-stop. They return from a rather harrowing case in Kentucky and, the team assumes, anyway, Hotch draws some sort of line with Strauss. 
“We’ll work tomorrow, starting at 10,” Hotch announces as the team takes their seats on the jet, “just for paperwork purposes. But then the weekend and Monday, you’ll have off.” 
Everyone practically cheers with joy, chats already brewing about plans for the long weekend. JJ texts Will, excited to spend the weekend with her boys. Emily texts some old friends, planning to meet up with them along with Derek and Penelope. Rossi laughs when they ask him to join, then sighs deeply and admits that he’ll need the Saturday off, then he’ll need to work on his newest draft on Sunday and Monday in order to keep his editor off his back. Hotch taps out, too, excited to finally spend a weekend with Jack. 
“What about you, Y/N?” Derek asks. “Wanna meet us at the bar tomorrow night? I hear Emily’s friend is single.” 
She giggles demurely and then rolls her eyes, “Actually, I think I’m going to see if my sister wants to drive down from Maryland to see me. We’ve been meaning to catch up for a while now.”
Spencer’s happy Y/N has plans to finally see her sister, who she’s mentioned missing quite a bit recently, but he’d sort of been hoping to see her on Saturday, if just by chance. 
“What about you, Pretty Boy?” Derek asks, turning the attention to Spencer. He feels his face turn beet red.
“Um...I, uh...” he flounders for a moment then clears his throat, “I’ve got some books to read.”
The rest of the team seems happy with that answer, but Spencer can feel Y/N’s eyes on him, a gaze he avoids as the plane takes off back home.
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“Are you sure you don’t want to come out with us tonight, Spence?” Emily asks over the phone. It’s around 10am on Saturday morning and Spencer’s pouring a second cup of coffee - a necessity as this is the second call he’s received about this evening’s festivities.
“Why are you guys so annoyed with the idea that bars really aren’t my thing? Besides, it’s not like I’m the only one not coming. JJ’s with Will and Henry, Hotch is with Jack, Rossi’s still working, for God’s sake, Y/N’s with her sister-”
“Y/N’s sister cancelled on her,” Emily corrects him offhandedly. “I was sort of hoping to convince her to come, too, but-”
“When did that happen?” Spencer demands abruptly. There’s a pause as Emily’s clearly taken aback by his reaction.
“Yesterday afternoon after you left,” Emily explains. “She’s pretty down about it, actually, which is why-”
“I have to go, Emily,” Spencer interrupts her. “Thanks for the invite, but I’ll be busy.”
“Busy?” Emily asks incredulously, even as Spencer hangs up. “Busy with what?”
~~~
Spencer’s not exactly sure what his plan is here, in fact, he most decidedly doesn’t really have one. But he knows...he knows he should do something. On his way to Y/N’s apartment, he passes the Farmer’s Market, his height and the open air facility making it possible for him to look around, not seeing her there and moving on. He passes the coffee shop, walking in and almost blindly ordering his favorite, tacking hers onto his order without thinking twice. He looks around, hoping she’ll just happen to be there, but determinedly continuing towards her apartment complex when he still doesn’t see her. It’s a last ditch effort at the bookstore, but Ron, the owner - seemingly fully aware of the situation - tells Spencer without any prompting that Y/N hasn’t been in today. 
So now he’s standing in front of her door, the slightly lukewarm coffees in his hands making him feel even more awkward. He knocks quietly, considering doing it again when the door suddenly opens. He almost can’t breathe when he sees her. The usual glow around her is dimmed slightly, her adorable matching pajamas still on despite noon swiftly approaching. She looks tired and sad somehow and it tugs at his heartstrings. 
“Spencer?” Y/N asks, looking up at him in astonishment. “What are you doing here?”
“I, um,” he chastises himself inwardly for being so unprepared. “I know how much you were looking forward to seeing your sister and I’m sorry she cancelled on you. And I know it might be...be stupid, but I thought that maybe...maybe you’d want to spend another Saturday with me? And then maybe...maybe we could just spend more time together generally? Because I...the most fun I’ve had in ages was the Saturday I spent with you and I...” he trails off, staring at her, cursing himself for his own discomfort. 
“Spencer, I appreciate it, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to hang out with me just because I’m...lonely,” Y/N says sadly. “I don’t want to drag you along just because-” 
But he cuts her off then, the determination of earlier in the day settling over him again as he places the coffees on the ground next to her door, stepping forward and reaching for her hands, which she - thankfully - allows him to take easily. 
“I know,” he whispers, “I know what it is to be lonely. And I wanted you to know that...if you want, you don’t have to be...lonely, that is. Because I’d...I’d like to...love to, really, be with you. Spending time with you isn’t anything but a joy. You wouldn’t be dragging me, if anything I’ll damn near skip along beside you.”
Her eyes have widened, mouth parting slightly, but that makes her laugh and smile as she meets his eyes again. 
“Really?”
“Really,” he nods, smiling down at her. “Not just today, but...for however long you’ll have me, actually.” And with that he presses a kiss to knuckles of her hands, bringing them to his chest. 
Y/N smiles up at him and he can tell it’s the first time she’s smiled in a minute. She meets his eyes again, the twinkle from that Saturday over a month ago returning as she glances towards his lips. 
“Would you like to go to the bookstore with me?” Y/N asks sweetly, her eyes flicking back to his mischievously.
“Yes,” he whispers, stepping closer, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. 
Her smile deepens, “And then maybe the coffee shop? I think the ones you brought might be cold.”
“Yes,” he chuckles softly, tugging her impossibly closer and dropping a kiss to her shoulder. Y/N shudders slightly, but smiles into his chest, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
“And then the Farmer’s Market?” she suggests shyly. “I could make us d-dinner, if you’d like to stay.”
“I’d love to,” he replies almost huskily, pressing a kiss to her temple. 
“We could eat outside,” she whispers teasingly, starting to laugh.
“We could,” he answers, pulling away slightly to look down at her properly, “if a picnic’s not too funny for you.”
“It’s not that,” she shakes her head. “It’s just that we’ll have to be careful.”
“Careful?” Spencer asks, pushing the errant lock of hair behind her ear, like the universe giving him a second chance to do so. 
“Yeah,” she nods, clearly trying not to burst into laughter, “you know, to avoid the pigeons.”
Spencer rolls his eyes and tugs her back into his chest, finally pressing a kiss to her lips. 
~ “I think you’re the one.” - Isabel Pless ~
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desideriumwriter · 2 years
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Nothing’s Wrong.
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Summary: Spencer has a grudge against reader, when she helps him when he’s shot, it doesn’t fix anything. Well, a few other arguments do…and reader showing up to his door.
Pairing: Spencer x Fem!reader
Genre: Angst with a happy ending.
WC: 3.7k
CW: yelling, Spencer being shot, Spencer nearly dying, mentions of death, kidnapping, mentions of SA and murder, barely proofread (like always).
A/N: I used some of the dialogue from a scene in TEOTFW (S2) where James & Alyssa argue in the car, I don’t know if I like this really, anyways I hope you enjoy it!
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• • • • • • •
It’s been seven weeks since Emily died.
Almost 3 weeks of sobbing and crying and being angry, 2 weeks of reminiscing…also crying, and 1 week since you’ve finally come to the sad acceptance that she’s gone.
You went through all the stages of grief and mourning. Spencer was still extremely hurt over it.
Emily was like an older sister to you. You became friends after having a conversation in a store with her on shoes. You also knew Spencer at the same time, you met him in a bookstore.
Spencer however, isn’t handling it well.
He’s been crying at your door ever since it happened. Everytime he talks about how he never got to say goodbye and the good memories he had with her. You would just listen and rub his back, trying to comfort him in any way possible.
One night after he calmed down, you thought maybe talking about something else would help, so he could get his mind off it. But after what happened, he’s probably still in the anger stage of grief.
“Oh, did you hear about my new job? You know, the job. The one I’ve been trying to get for the past year.” You grinned, trying to change the subject so he could focus on something else than his dead friend.
“Don’t you realize Emily is gone?”
“Yes. I just thought you were okay with talking about other things.” Your voice was small.
“You wouldn’t have thought so. You would've known. If you did know you wouldn’t talk about yourself every second!” Your mouth dropped slightly in disgust.
“What? What are you trying to get at?” You were genuinely confused, how did a few sentences cause him to lash out and snap at you?
“Emily is gone, forever! and you’re just talking about yourself!” He stood up from the couch. You copied his movements.
“Spencer, I’ve finally got the job I’ve been working all my life for and I wanted to share what’s been happening at it. I didn’t know it would make you so upset.” 
“Emily is fucking dead!” He screamed at you, you flinched a tiny bit, hearing him swear was terrifying. He has such a soft, sweet voice, hearing it so angry, so frustrated, so loud, it was scary.
“I fucking know that! I know! Have you taken a minute to think I’m hurting too? You’ve come to my door crying for nearly seven weeks now and I’ve been hugging you, holding you, letting you sleep here for comfort. But what have you done? Hm? You haven’t asked once if I was okay. She was family to me too!” You yelled back.
“God, I can't handle you anymore. It’s too much.”
“You can’t handle me? Spencer what the fuck are you saying? We’re friends, y-you’re my best friend.”
“I don’t care. I can’t stand you anymore.” He pushed past you and swiftly walked out the door before you could get another word in, he didn’t even bother to close the door.
You just stood there in shock and bit your cheek, you tried to hold back tears and listened to his footsteps fade out down the hallway.
What the fuck?
• • • • • • •
You haven’t had any interaction with Spencer for three whole years. The day he walked out on you after the argument, you never spoke again.
But last month you saw him, in the worst way possible.
Spencer was shot in the neck last week. You were the one who had to run over and apply pressure to his neck, trying to stop him from bleeding out.
You repeatedly told him to keep his eyes on you as he fell in and out of consciousness. 
McGregor had you tied up on the floor, he took you as a hostage while you were passing by, using you, a random innocent girl, as collateral damage. He was oblivious to your old connection to an FBI agent.
Once he wasn’t looking because he was too busy being in the middle of a shootout, you were able to squeeze your hands out of the ropes and run out the side door. Shots rang out towards you as you ran and a bullet nearly hit your arm.
You felt as if it was your fault, when you escaped, Spencer saw you, ran after you, then got shot. Maybe if you ran a different direction, away from him, maybe if you just stayed put, he wouldn’t have gotten hurt. He wouldn’t have seen you, he wouldn’t have run after you, he wouldn’t have ran across a fucking shootout, he wouldn’t have gotten shot.
You hated Spencer. But he didn’t deserve to die. As he was lifted into the ambulance you looked at your arms covered in his blood. You didn’t blink, your eyes were stuck wide open looking at the red all over.
• • • • • • •
You sobbed in the shower trying to wash the blood that you missed off your arms, Spencer’s blood. Watching it mix within the water and turn into a pinkish shade.
It was going to eat you alive if you didn’t at least attempt to see him.
When you arrived at the hospital, you sat in your car for a while, debating if you should really go inside and see him. What if he was in a coma or critical condition? What if he was dead? Someone would’ve told you, right?
Fuck it, just go and see for yourself.
Once you were able to visit him, you stood at the door and looked through the small glass window, he was talking to an older woman. He caught a small glimpse of you, you saw his face change, his brows furrowed, it wasn’t in a way of disgust or anger, more like confusion and shock. You immediately changed your mind and turned away.
You got in your car and put your key in the ignition. You stalled and didn’t turn it. Once again, thoughts came rushing through your head. 
Maybe he wasn’t angry anymore? Did he forget about what happened? 
No, no, it's impossible to forget. 
Was he appreciative of you? Was he happy to see you? Or just confused? You haven’t seen him in so long, he was just surprised. 
You basically saved his life, he has to be at least a tiny bit appreciating of it. 
Just go back inside. But, that lady might still be there. 
It’ll be awkward seeing him in general. 
Shit.
Again, after sitting in your car for a little over thirty minutes you decided to go back into the building and see Spencer.
You walked quickly down the hallway, you weren’t excited to see him, you weren’t in a rush to see him. You just…needed to see him.
You approached the door and gave it three gentle knocks. You opened it and peeked your head in.
“Hi.” He only gave you a weak nod and straight smile in response.
“Just wanted to see how you’re doing.” You fully walked in.
“I’m alive, you can see that.” You watched him look down at your still blood stained hand, you tugged your sleeve down and took a mental note to try and scrub it off once you got home.
“Yeah. I never thought the next time seeing you was gonna be me trying to stop you from bleeding out.”
“Why are you here?” He sighed.
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay, after everything that happened, you know?”
“Well I obviously am.” You nodded in response to his snarky tone. There was an awkward silence.
“Just because you helped me doesn’t mean I'm not angry at you anymore. I’m happy that you did what you did but you didn’t have to come here. You could've stayed home. Okay?” He deadpanned. His attitude made your blood boil, you thought after three whole years he would ease up and let go of the grudge he had against you, but nope. It made you snap.
“You’re right. Fucking forget it, coming here was a huge mistake.” You stormed out the door while Spencer attempted to call out your name.
• • • • • • •
You spent a long night out with your friends at the club, you drank and danced less than them and you got left there alone after they all drunkenly left and got into cabs. You sat at the counter and just observed everyone, couples dancing, the bartenders, people flirting, it was nearly four a.m. by the time you left.
The streets were mostly empty, all taxis were gone or parked with their lights off. You were buzzed but you could walk home, even in heels…
 Maybe not.
“Shit!” You yelled as your ankle rolled and you started to fall towards the concrete, until a set of arms caught you and helped you stand up straight.
“Oh, thank you. I would’ve knocked out my teeth or something if yo-” You paused once you turned and looked at the man in front of you.
It was fucking Spencer.
You pulled away from his grip and smoothed your dress.
“You shouldn’t be out here alone at this time of night, it’s not safe. I can give you a ride home.” He assured you.
“I’m fine, these streets are safe. My place isn’t even that far.” You crossed your arms over your chest.
“I don’t want you being out here, you could get kidnapped, or trafficked, or assaulted, or…just any type of bad thing could happen. I’m just trying to help.”
“You think I don’t know that? I’ve already been kidnapped before, remember? McGregor? I know how to protect myself now.” He practically flinched when you said McGregor's name, bringing back the terrible memory of all that happened that night.
“Listen, I’m working on a case around here, the suspect follows and takes girls that are alone, assaults them, and kills them. I’d rather not tell you all the brutal details. It’s really not good to be out here right now. I don’t want you getting hurt again. So please just accept my offer.” You looked up and down the dark, empty streets. You’d rather get in the car with a man you hated than become a victim to a killer on the loose.
“Shit, fine.” You mumbled and went to the passenger's side of his car. Neither of you said a word.
He didn’t seem angry anymore, maybe a small conversation would be nice.
You began to wonder about the woman you saw in Spencer's hospital room.
“If you don’t mind me asking, who was the woman in the hospital room with you?”
“Her name is Alex.” He said flatly.
“Oh. So, has Alex been helping you do stuff? Cause of your...injury, you know?” You looked at the scar on his neck.
“She left. The night after I got shot.”
“Oh, I'm sorry.”
“How’s your job?” He asked.
“It’s amazing. I thought you didn’t want me to talk about it.” You slumped down in your seat.
“That was a while back. I didn’t mean it.”
“Whatever anyways, do you have the profile on the killer so I know who to watch out for?” He opened his mouth but paused for a minute, then stammered, then just stopped talking. The realization hit you. Your jaw went slightly ajar. Bastard.
“There is no profile, there is no killer. You lied.” You looked over at him, furious.
“I’m not lying! It’s just- we haven’t- we’re not ready to deliver it yet!”
“No! You’re a horrible liar Spencer. If there was a killer on the loose, I would’ve heard about it! I would’ve heard something about dead women found written in newspapers or it would’ve been on the news or being told by one of my neighbors! God why didn’t I realize.” You muttered the last sentence to yourself.
“I didn’t- okay, maybe I did lie. But I did it for the best.”
“What? You lied about a criminal just for me to get in your car?”
“No! I just care about you! You still could’ve gotten attacked! I was just looking out for you!”
“I don’t need you to look out for me! Plus, all of a sudden you care about me? You held a grudge against me for years after one shitty argument! I was able to keep you from bleeding out when you got shot in the fucking neck, when I went to visit and check on you in the hospital you yelled at me! You know, maybe just a simple ‘Thanks for basically saving my life’ would be nice. You hated me but now you want to care about me? Fuck off.”
“You’re right, but I’m truly thankfu-”
“Just drive me home Reid. It’s whatever.” You cut him off, you didn’t want to hear him thanking you only because you pointed it out.
“Can you stop acting like that?” He sighed.
“Acting like what?”
“You can’t just act like nothings wrong when it is!”
“Nothings wrong, everything is in the past, you never said thank you or sorry, so what? It’s in the past now. I don’t want you to say any of it now.” He went silent again. Until, you had to stop at the train tracks and wait for a train to pass.
"Please can you let me say sorry?" He sighed and broke the silence.
“Okay…I said okay.” You looked over to him, his jaw was clenched and hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white. He stayed silent.
“Say it! Go on, say sorry. Say sorry, and then I can say it's okay, and everything's all right. That's what you want, isn't it?”
That’s the thing, that is exactly what Spencer wanted, but he knew that wouldn’t change anything.
“No. It's not ok. It's just how it is.” He said blankly.
“What's that supposed to mean?” You scrunched up your face.
“It wasn't just you…who had a bad time.”
“It's not a competition.” You crossed your arms over your chest.
“I nearly died.” He said sternly.
“Oh, apparently it is.” You huffed out and rolled your eyes.
“I nearly died!” He screamed, you didn’t have any physical reaction, no flinching, no jumping, not even blinking. At this point, you were used to him yelling at you.
“I know. I was there.” You tried to hide your hurt, the memory of him almost dying in your hands stung like a bitch.
“I'm not the answer, Spencer.” You said quietly.
“I know.” He nodded. The train finally had passed and he was able to start driving again.
The drive home was silent. Neither of you looked at each other or even made a sound once. You stared out the window, watching the bright city lights pass by.
He reached your apartment after what felt like hours of sitting there in silence.
“Thanks for the ride.” You said as you opened the car door.
“Yep.” He stared straight in front of him, refusing to make eye contact.
You closed the car door and walked inside your apartment complex.
• • • • • • •
It’s been four months since you’ve seen Spencer. You were expecting the months to turn into years like last time, but when you were driving one night you saw him walking down the sidewalk in the rain. He had his cardigan pulled over his head to cover him from the rain.
You pulled over near the sidewalk and rolled down your window. Maybe this time, you could fix everything. No arguing this time.
“It’s freezing out here and it’s raining, do you want a ride?” You shouted over the loud sound of falling rain.
“y/n?- I’m fine.” He squinted at you but when he realized who it was, his tone of voice changed completely.
“All you’ve got is that cardigan on and you're carrying that heavy ass satchel. So, do you want a ride?”
“Fine.” He sighed angrily.
The only thing Spencer said when he got in the car was “Thank you.” It was painfully silent after that…until you got stuck in the middle of late night traffic.
You fiddled around with the radio, trying to find a station playing decent music, but there was none so you just chose the one with ads playing. Eventually you turned it off, it didn’t help anything, even with noise in the background the stress of Spencer being quiet overpowered it. The rain hitting the car and the honking of angry drivers did nothing to help.
The silence was too painful so you decided to finally break it.
“Haven’t seen you in four months.” You tapped your fingers on the wheel.
“I know.”
“Anything cool happen while catching killers?”
“Nope.” He had a bit of attitude in his voice.
“What’s with the tone? You get shot again or something?” You joked.
“No.” He tried to hold back a smile but failed and ended up chuckling a little bit, which made you smile.
Cars started moving, the tension between you and him had decreased, everything felt okay. Maybe he didn’t hate you anymore.
“How’s everything been for you since you left?” His attitude immediately changed back to his snarky one. You furrowed your brows.
“You were the one who walked out, not me.” You clenched your jaw.
“I never walked out.”
“Yes, you did. After the argument three. years. ago. You basically pushed me away when I went to check on you in the hospital, you also screamed at me in the car last time.”
“It wasn’t supposed to be like that. You still walked out also.” 
“You basically pushed me away- whatever, Emily’s alive, that’s good.” You took a long pause in the middle of your sentence.
“I know that, I’m not stupid, she joined the team for a while until she started working for Interpol.” Spencer's bitchy attitude was killing you.
“Why are you acting like such an asshole? Just a few months ago you were acting kind to me. What the fuck happened?”
“You. You happened.” He spat.
“Excuse me?”
“Yeah. You ruined it. I was trying to be nice and fix us after everything that happened but you just had to be a…a bitch!”
“A bitch? This is all my fault? You made what happened to both of us at the bar shootout a competition! For fucks sake, I ran across a line of bullets to save your ass, I visited you at the fucking hospital to check if you were okay, I still hated you, but I wanted to make sure you were okay. I don’t have an eidetic memory but I know damn well not once you asked if I was.” You ranted.
“You didn’t have to do that, you could've ran the other way and saved yourself. I didn’t need your help.”
“Are you kidding- Spencer, you would’ve bled out!” You were shocked that he didn’t want you to help him, you hated him but you didn’t want him dead.
“Alex was there, so was the rest of the team, anyone could’ve helped me.” You opened your mouth to say something but stopped. What was the point of fighting anymore, you were just beating a dead horse.
“Why are we still fighting?” You sighed.
“I…I don’t know.” His voice was small.
“It’s funny, we’re in the same situation as last time we were in a car together.” You scoffed out a laugh.
“What situation?”
“Last time, you offered me a ride, now I offered you a ride, and now we’re arguing with each other again. Ironic, huh?”
“Time is a flat circle, I guess.” He shrugged.
Thank God you were pulling into his apartment complex parking lot after his last sentence. The tension had fallen again anyway.
“Night Spence.” He gave you a simple “Thanks” and ran into the building, trying to escape the rain.
• • • • • • •
Though everything went somewhat better than the first time in the car with Spencer, nothing felt fixed, and it was bothering you.
You were having a terrible day already. You spilled coffee on yourself…twice, knocked over an entire stack of papers you just organized, got screamed at and humiliated by a customer in front of everyone in the room, you fell on the sidewalk and your hands got all scraped up. All the little things piling up made you get closer and closer to crying your eyes out. Thinking of Spencer did not help one bit.
Everything today was reminding you of him, the bookstore you drove past on the way to work, the smell of fresh coffee in the office, the paintings on the walls, the music playing on the radio, the sound of harsh wind outside, somehow everything connected back to him.
Just Spencer, Spencer, Spencer, Spencer.
You couldn’t stand one more second of having him stuck in your head, you were going to break if he didn’t leave your mind.
As soon as work was over for you, you went right over to Spencer’s apartment. You only knocked twice on his door.
He opened it with a frustrated expression which quickly turned into concern when he fully saw your face.
“y/n? What happened?”
“I’ve had a long day.” That’s all you said. You bit down on your bottom lip while trying to fight back the tears threatening to spill.
“Oh, okay, can you come inside if you want.” He unlocked the chain and opened the door fully.
You did and sat down on the couch with your eyes focused on your hands glued together.
“Do you want something to drink? Tea? Coffee? Water?” You shook your head to every offer, not looking up once.
“Okay, um…do you want to tell me what’s going on?” He sat down next to you.
“Everything is so fucking weird and tense between us, and I hate it. I want it gone.” You blurted out to him.
“I know. I can admit that…I- I want it gone too.” 
“I miss you, Spence. God, I fucking miss you. I miss you so much to the point it hurts. And, I’m exhausted…of everything, hating you and fighting. I don’t want to argue anymore.” You spewed out again while you looked him right in the eyes, even though you were about to start sobbing.
“y/n…” You could tell he had to take a minute to figure out what to say.
“I…am so sorry for everything. I was a complete and utter asshole, I didn’t want it to seem like I was jealous or angry about your success. I don’t cope with big changes well but that’s not an excuse for how I acted. I was such an asshole and I was stuck up in myself. You didn’t deserve any of that. I’m so sorry, y/n.” He sputtered out. You gave a small shaky sigh of relief.
“All I wanted to hear was for you to say sorry.” You couldn’t fight back tears anymore, they started streaming down your face as you hugged him tightly.
“I’m so sorry, I love you.” He mumbled into your hair.
“I love you too, Spencer.”
“No, I mean, I love you.” He pulled out of the hug and cupped his hands around your face.
“I know. I do too.” You smiled.
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valentine’s day theme fic for spencer x reader and he gives them a doctor’s note telling them that he’s sick and the doctor prescribed a kiss
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A/N: First Blurb of the Valentine's party! I loved this idea and I immediately had so many thoughts I hope you like this and have a lovely day
Spencer x fem
The Doctors Medicine
Spencer sat at his desk, feeling the weight of a long day on his shoulders. He had been working non-stop for the past few days, and now his body was starting to feel the effects of all the stress and exhaustion.
He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples, trying to ease the ache that had settled there. He still had one last stack of reports to finish before he and Y/N could go home. Just then Y/N  walked into the bullpen and approached Spencer’s desk looking concerned.
"Spencer, are you okay?" she asked, placing a hand on his forehead. "You look really tired."
Spencer smiled weakly, feeling a warmth spread through his chest at her touch. "Just jet lag I think from the last case, and I’ve got this bad migraine coming I think. To be honest we’ve all been working a lot lately," he said. "I think I just need a little break."
Y/N nodded, looking thoughtful. "I think you're right," she said. "Maybe you should go see a doctor."
Spencer raised an eyebrow. "A doctor? But I'm not really that sick, Y/N."
Y/N crossed her arms, giving him a stern look. "Spencer, you need to take care of yourself. You can't keep pushing yourself like this. I'm worried about you."
Spencer sighed, knowing that she was right. He stood up, feeling a little unsteady on his feet. "Okay," he said. "I'll go see a doctor."
That night he called his physician to try and get the soonest available appointment, as he knew if he left it any longer Y/N would continue to give him that stern look that he always hates.. He walked down the hall to the doctor's office, feeling a sense of resignation settling over him. He didn't really want to go, but he knew that Y/N was right - he needed to take care of himself.
The doctor examined him carefully, taking his pulse and listening to his heart. "Well, Dr. Reid," he said finally. "It looks like you're just a little run down. I'm prescribing a kiss."
Spencer raised an eyebrow, surprised. "A kiss?, are you sure Doctor not some Advil, or any herbal remedies or an IV Drip?”
The doctor nodded, a twinkle in her eye. "Yes, a kiss. It's been scientifically proven to have a therapeutic effect on the body. So go ahead, give your girlfriend a kiss and see how you feel. Also some rest and Advil should do the trick as well"
Spencer chuckled, feeling a lightness settle over him. 
The next day he walked back to his desk, where Mia was waiting.
"What did the doctor say?" she asked, looking concerned.
Spencer smiled, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. He took her hand and looked into her eyes, then leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.
As he pulled away, he felt a sense of happiness and contentment that he had never felt before. "She prescribed a kiss," he said, grinning. "And I have to say, it seems to be working."
Y/N laughed, looking happy and relieved. "Well, I'm glad you're feeling better," she said, wrapping her arms around him. "And I'm happy to be your medicine."
Spencer hugged her back, feeling grateful for her love and support. He knew that he was lucky to have her in his life, and he would do anything to make sure she was happy and healthy, just like she was doing for him now.
And as he looked into her eyes, he felt a deep sense of contentment, knowing that he was exactly where he was meant to be.
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elizalyn · 11 months
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I swear to gods this man will give me a heart attack
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deceasedream69 · 2 years
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Sleepover
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Summary: Garcia was sleeping at the fbi office, you were her company for one night, but someone else joined uninvited.
García was sleeping at the office due to the fact that she was in danger. So she asked me if I could stay with her for a night and I totally agreed.
I had my pajamas ready in my bag, the only problem was that I forgot my shirt.
I walked to the kitchen to ask Garcia for a shirt.
- "hey, García"
- "important question, ice cream or yogurt?", She said holding them.
- "I prefer ice cream, but I wanted to ask you something"
- "should we take the ice cream for both of us or you take the ice cream and I take the yogurt, in case you don't want to share, I don't mind, Spencer doesn't like to share with me because germs and all of that so I respect your deci-"
- "García! I'm freezing!", I only had my pants and a bra.
- "oh, yeah sure"
- "shh"
- "what...?", She asked stopping quickly. I could've sworn I heard something.
- "you don't think they'll break into the fbi offices just for me, right", asked Garcia nervous.
- "I don't have my gun, fuck", i said walking slowly to where I heard the noise.
- "you're gonna fight them in that?"
- "if I have to, now silence"
We both got scared, Garcia screamed.
- "sorry, it's just me, Spencer", said Spencer lifting his arms.
- "you scared the shit out of us, avoid the suspense next time", I said taking the ice cream from Garcia's hand and opening the drawer to get a spoon.
- "I heard noises and was worried for Garcia"
- "awww, that's cute, wanna stay for the sleepover?", Asked Garcia lifting the yogurt.
- "sure, but I don't have pajamas"
- "one night of sleeping with the same clothes won't do any harm", she said grabbing our hands and leading us to her room.
- "I'm still freezing" I said when we entered.
- " you can have my jacket", offered Spencer
- "are you sure? Fuck it", I said putting it on, it was really warm. " Thanks", I said smiling.
We sat on the floor, watching some movies on Garcia's laptop.
- "do you want the ice cream or the yogurt?", Asked Garcia. "So that one can be all yours".
- "ice cream is okay", he said taking the ice cream.
- "oh ouh", said García.
- "what...?", He asked slowly.
- "y/n wanted ice cream too, but we can share the yogurt, y/n"
- "don't worry, I won't starve to death just because I don't eat ice cream or yogurt", I said getting comfortable.
- "we can share the ice cream", offered Spencer.
- "so you're telling me y/n goes beyond your biggest phobia?!", Said García.
- "actually my biggest phobia is the fear I have for darkness. I don't think sharing some ice cream will kill me either"
- "are you sure your comfortable?"
He nodded.
After the movie ended I was asleep, on Spencer's shoulder.
- "awww, she looks so cute, I hope she got the cue", said García to Spencer.
- "cue? What cue?", Said Spence confused.
- "oh, come on. You ate from the same bowl as her, and she's sleeping on your shoulder. You let your guard down down, like underground, and just for her", she winked.
- "I mean... Look at her, she's so pretty, and also one of my biggest friends, I don't mind sharing with her or her physical touch".
- "I ship you both", she said making a heart with her hands.
- "whatever", said Spencer closing his eyes.
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rickgrimeswifey · 1 year
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Boyband hair - Spencer Reid
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A/n: Okay, so, 5x22, Spencer’s boyband hair, I just had to write a small blurb because HIS HAIR IS Y.U.M.M.Y, okay?
Category: Blurb
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader (written in second person)
Season: 5
Warnings: Talk about getting horny, nothing else really
Word count: 0.3k
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It was just another regular day of coming into work in your mind. You had your morning coffee and then JJ found you and told you there was a new case. You put the coffee mug in the sink before walking to the rest of the group where Penelope and JJ were going to present the case.
After taking a seat next to Derek, you realized that Spencer was nowhere to be found. He had a bad habit of being late in the morning but you missed seeing him. As it was monday and the team had actually had the whole weekend off. You opened the file in front of you, there was a woman in the picture who looked to be in her late twenties and her name was Samantha Russ, she had been abducted from her home.
JJ started giving out information while the team asked questions back and forth. You were so focused on reading the file that it almost went unnoticed when JJ said;
“Well, hello.” In a surprised tone.
The whole room went quiet and Y/n finally looked up wondering what was going on. The moment she laid eyes on the person in front of her she swore she felt wetness starting to pool in her underwear. It was Spencer, he had cut his hair. Who knew hair had such power to one's appearance?
“What, did you join a boyband?” Hotch questioned and scrunched up his nose.
Dereks laughter was heard in the room along with some other snickers.
“No?” Spencer answered adorably confused.
After that the whole team went back to gathering as much information about these women as possible, well everyone except you. You were sitting staring with your mouth, almost drooling. You couldn’t get your eyes away from Spencer. He looked so good in that hair. It was the perfect kind of hair to tug on, it just looked absolutely perfect and he was hot now. He had been cute before when you had a little crush on him but now he was HOT.
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sixofpomegranates · 1 year
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♜ Sunrise ♜ — S.R.
Request 1: Can you do one where spencer comes home from a tough case & he just wants to cuddle with his girlfriend & is clingy?? (preferably written as plus size but it works either way!)
Request 2: hey so i was thinking about showering with spence. not even in like a sexual way. i feel like he’s just the type to beg you to get out of bed and come shower with him because he just always has to be close to you.
Pairing: Spencer x Plus-Size!Girlfriend!Reader
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CW: Fluff, Comfort | No Use of Y/N, tooth-rotting fluff, body confidence/internalized fatphobia (reader), loving yourself, showering together, one mention of a case with children that couldn't be saved, a proposal
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I am half-asleep on the couch. I have stumbled across a re-run marathon of old Sex and the City episodes, and those women talking about why their relationships don't work have become my white noise. I love spending my vacation days in too-big joggers and shirts and falling asleep on the couch.
I hear the door getting unlocked and somebody sneaking in since it's 1 in the morning. The key goes into the bowl next to the door, the gun is safely put into the safe, shoes are kicked off the feet, and the go-bag is placed on top of the washing machine so we don't forget to wash its contents.
Spencer is home.
I hear him shuffling to the couch and leaning over its back. He chuckles almost inaudibly before walking around and crawling onto me.
"Hey," I mumble, not opening my eyes.
"Hey, love."
He kisses my cheeks, kisses down my neck, and then takes place between my legs, laying down on me like a weighted blanket. Nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck, I feel his hot breath on my skin as he sighs.
"Didn't think you'd be home so soon," I murmur.
"Case ended badly. Children. Couldn't save them."
I open my eyes. Spencer and I talk a lot about his job since I moved in. Imagine keeping all that trauma inside you, just not to bother your girlfriend...I couldn't live with myself, knowing Spencer would do that.
We are a couple, which means we are a team. We buy groceries together, cook, and try to fix the goddamn kitchen sink together. Spencer is there when I have cramps, feel insecure about my weight and looks, and listens when I had a bad day at work. I do the same for him (of course in the ways he needs me).
Sharing the nightmares, even if I only get the tame versions of circumstances from him, is what he needs. Me, wrapping my hands around my handsome boyfriend and gently scratching his scalp when he needs to relax. Simply being there.
"I'm crushing you, aren't I?" he asks.
I only shrug. It's okay if he does; I like him this close. Still, he moves further down. Continuing to lay between my legs, he rests his head on my stomach.
I used to be so insecure about my body, but since Spencer, since I know just how much he loves me... It would be downright disrespectful, wouldn't I love myself at least half as much as he does. I'm not saying I am completely over my internalized fatphobia, which only ever acts up for me and myself, and some days are rougher than others, but I'm working on it.
"I love you," he mutters, looking at the TV. "Hey, isn't that Sarah from Hocus Pocus?"
I giggle softly, making him laugh because the chuckles have him getting shaken. "Yeah," I say. "I love you too, by the way."
"As if I don't know it."
Spencer presses a kiss on my soft stomach, then focuses back on TV. With time, his breathing becomes more shallow, and his features begin to relax as he falls asleep. My hands still stroke through his curls as I close my eyes. And just like that, I, too, have fallen asleep.
*****
I wake up due to butterfly kisses being placed all over my face. I open my eyes to Spencer's pretty hazel ones and a soft, boyish grin on his lips.
Fuck, I'm so lucky.
"Hey, Spence."
After all this time, I am still love-drunk as fuck.
"Did you have a nightmare?"
He shakes his head. "Just woke up... Wanna take a shower, wash off yesterday. Maybe drive out to the cabin for a couple of days. I have the week off because of the case."
Gideon's Cabin. Spencer inherited it after his death and remodeled parts of it. We spend a lot of time there. Especially since Spence made sure I have Wi-Fi and created the "No Spiders or Insects" initiative.
I nod sleepily, the sun isn't even out yet, and let him pull me off the couch and lead me into the bathroom.
Showering together. Before Spencer, I would've rather dropped dead instead of showering with somebody... But with the right person, that has you learn your own value... Yeah, we love showering together. Sexually and non-sexually.
It being sexual is nice (really nice), but there just being the two of us, being there, together, the moment filled with intimacy and vulnerability... You just can't compare it to anything else. It is perfect.
I win the love lottery, and I continue to win it.
Feels good being god's favorite – If he exists. Or she... Or they.
Our shared shower takes time. There is some sort of ritual that has embedded itself in this activity. I first wash Spencer's hair carefully and gently.
All the time, we touch each other and place kisses on the other's skin. We say no words; our love is solely expressed by touches.
When it is my turn, Spencer takes extra care when handling my hair. He knows my routine to a T, is so gentle it feels like being bathed by butterflies... Whatever that feels like.
As my back turns to him, he kisses my shoulder several times. "I love you so, so much," he tells me, so profoundly loving it sounds like it hurts.
"Do you wanna tell me what happened?" I offer.
He works the leave-in conditioner into my hair. "No, baby. I just wanna be with you... makes everything better."
"Suck up," I snicker as he washes the conditioner from his hands.
"Just being honest," he chuckles.
We get out of the shower, and Spencer grabs the big fluffy towel in which he wraps me up.
He first kisses my nose, then my lips. Resting his forehead against mine, he sighs contented. "You're the most beautiful thing in my life."
"You're one to talk, Spence," I laugh, smacking his naked butt.
He kisses me again. "I'm gonna get dressed and pack our things."
"I can help."
"No, baby. Just take your time getting ready."
Spencer kisses me again and again, then presses a kiss against my neck and leaves me to blow dry my hair and follow through with my morning routine. After face cleanser, I put on some moisturizers with SPF, some mascara, and tinted lip balm.
Why should I go all out with my makeup? It is summer, the weather is too hot to have foundation stay on my face, and near the cabin is a lake I plan on swimming in today anyway. I love makeup and have fun dressing up, but I achieved enough confidence to no longer have to use it as a mask to feel beautiful.
In our bedroom, I grab some underwear and my favorite summer dress; then I put on some slip-on shoes. Spencer is already waiting for me in the living room, two bags on the couch filled with our clothes.
"Hey, pretty girl. Ready to go?"
I nod. "Yeah. Have you packed my-"
"Kindle?" he interrupts, chuckling. "Of course. Also, all the chargers and the tablet."
"My hero," I exclaim, grabbing both of the bags, just to have Spencer take the heavier one from me, and we leave for our favorite place of refuge if our batteries are drained and we need to relax.
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We arrive at Gideon's Cabin as the sun rises. Spencer has brought one of his cameras, talking about taking some photos of the lake while the golden hour presents him with the perfect lighting.
I follow him after bringing our bags in. He looks so beautiful when he is encaptured by one of his interests, for once seeing beauty and not horror. It is one of the best forms of self-therapy.
Having heard me, he spins around, not stopping taking pictures. He always photographs me, and it made me lose my fear of bad pictures of myself. Some of my prettiest ones are my boyfriend's candid works.
I walk over to the wooden steps leading to the water and sit down. Spencer lays his camera on his jacket next to me and sits behind me, pulling me between his legs. He presses a couple of kisses against my temple and cheeks, then rests his head on my shoulder.
We sit there for a while, watching the forest come alive and the sunrise bathing the world in golden warmth. The world can be so peaceful.
Spencer shifts a little behind me, whispering my name. I look at him, waiting for him to carry on with his train of thought.
An arm reaches over my shoulder, holding a little box he flips open with his thumb, revealing a beautiful engagement ring.
Tears immediately shoot into my eyes, and my mouth falls open as I look at my boyfriend in utter surprise. "Spence..."
"I am well aware this isn't the world-changing, movie-like proposal you deserve. Ipromisethat it only takes one word from you, and I will go all out and propose to you like I'm the prince in a fairytale... but this just feels right," he rambles, giving me enough time to decide for myself if I want this moment to be the one we'll forever remember.
I nod, biting my bottom lip. "Go on," I whisper, urging.
He smiles as though I hung the stars in the sky for him and pulls me closer. His arms around me, he holds the ring in front of us, letting the light play with the diamond on top. "Will you marry me, sweetheart? Do me the honor and spend the rest of our days as my wife?"
I feel a tear running down my cheek and nod. "Yes, Spence. Nothing I would love more."
He takes my hand, puts the ring on my finger, and then brings my hand to his lips, kissing its back.
I now turn to him, seeing that he is just as unraveled as I, with pink cheeks, glassy eyes, and a lovesick smile on his lips. I close the distance between us and kiss him.
As we pull apart, I whisper, "I love you."
He chuckles, "I love you."
"Did you decide on proposing on our way here?"
He shakes his head. "I carried the ring around for months, and all of a sudden, we sat here, and I just knew I couldn't wait any longer."
"Glad you didn't."
I rest my head against his chest, and we sit there in comfortable silence until the sunrise has faded into the day.
At some point, we get up, walk back to the cabin and fall into bed. We merely send a quick text to our friends and family, a photo of my now beringed hand in Spencer's.
Then we cuddle up in bed, Spencer's head resting on my chest, my hand in his hair, playing with his curls. He has fallen asleep, catching up with the hours of sleep missing, and the longer I lay there, listening to his calm breathing and the birds outside our windows, I as well drift away for a well-needed nap.
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leahblackk · 1 year
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Down For You
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summary: Spencer and Reader go to a party. Spencer quickly realised how much he loves her.
based on down for you by ruel
warnings: mentions of alcohol. a little bit of grumpy/mean spencer, but that’s all
couple: Spencer x fem!reader
taglist: @ssavanessa22, @all-tings-diego, @matthew-gray-gubler-lover, @nomajdetective, @cance1medaddy, @doctorspenceryeet, @hey-dw
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You said we'd just drop by
But I wasn't invited
You'd already decided
That I was coming too
Y/n and Spencer had their fourth date that beautiful night. Spencer was driving, Y/n mentioned dropping something off before they headed to the doctors apartment, something about a friend of hers needing something.
Spencer didn't mind, only that he has never been invited to those kinds of parties, if it was something, Y/n was the extrovert of the relationship. She had tons of friends, which Spencer envied and was jealous about. He envied because he never had that, and was jealous because so many people knew her. He wanted to be the only one, as selfish as it sounds.
They went to a library for their fourth date, Spencer had the courage to invite her out, but hasn’t had the courage to confess his feelings to her, which makes the situation more complicated. He wants to be able to tell her how much he loves her, and how much she means to him, yet he can't.
“Are you sure I should come in too?” Spencer asked, as he parked in front of the house. Music blasting and people cheering was all he heard. It felt like one of those teenage movies he had seen.
“Completely sure. Plus we'll just drop by,” she said.
Spencer grabbed the beers from the back of the car, and Y/n a bag of something he didn't know what it was, but was 99% sure it was pads, otherwise what would've been so important for her friend?
Y/n got out of the car and walked inside, waiting for the still nervous Spencer. He looked down at his watch, it marked twelve am. He wondered why people made parties so late.
“Look, I don't wanna pressure you to go inside…”
He shook his head before she talked any further, “I don't wanna leave you alone.”
She smiled sweetly at him and walked inside. Her friend,- who Spencer supposed was the one she was talking to on the phone-, was the first one to approach her. Asking her if she had what she asked for. Y/n took a pack of condoms out of the bag and her friends took them and ran away.
Spencer tried not so hard to say something.
I can't stand all these people
All trying to please you
They don't even see you
The way I do
Spencer rolled his eyes once more when another of Y/ns friends tried to offer her all kinds of beers. Didn't they know she doesn't drink? And when she did, she didn't like the bitter kind of beer, she liked the fruit flavored one.
They tried so hard to please her yet they don't even know what she likes.
She promised they'd just drop the things and leave, but she couldn't when people were trying to talk to her all the time. Spencer stood by her side, knowing she wouldn't like it if he left.
As she talked, she looked his way from now and then, making sure he was still there.
He smiled sweetly at her, when her eyes were trying to apologize over and over again.
He sighed, he really really wanted to be in his apartment, with her.
“So Y/n would you want this beer…”
Two AM, haven't left
No one cares, just me, I guess
But I can't leave you
He looked at his watch, and sighed at the time. Two hours they've been there, two hours and he just wants to leave already. He looks at everyone, he's the only bitter one sitting on the couch while Y/n is standing talking to some more people.
He looks at the door, wanting to run away and leave, but he looks at her, and she smiles at him and he can't. He just can't.
Even though he knows he can just leave and he knows she'd get a ride from one of her friends and she wouldn't be upset cause she'd understand why he left in the first place, he knows he can just walk away but he can't, he really can't leave her.
He doesn't know what it is, it's like she has some kind of power over him. It's like he'd do things for her without her needing to ask.
He walks to her, seeing her tremble a little, and putting a his cardigan on her shoulders. She smiles back at him.
“I'm so sorry I promise I'm trying to get rid of these people but it's like they can't leave me,” she chuckles.
It's because she's that kind, it's because she isn't how he is, he'd just leave, but she can't.
“It's okay, there's no rush, Take your time, I'll wait for you,” he sincerely says.
She shakes her head, “You can leave if you want…”
“I'll wait for you.”
And I can't find the patience
For all the conversations
And all of these blank faces
I should leave, I haven't yet
But when you smile, I just forget
But I can stay a while, I guess
Spencer nods as someone is talking to him, to be honest, he doesn't even know what they're saying. He's not paying attention, and neither he wants to. He's tired of this. He knows these kinds of people, he knows they are the ones that tell you compliments and then judge you as soon as you turn your back, so why would he even take the time? He's not like her. He doesn't have patience.
“Are you even listening to me?” The guy asks.
Spencer shakes his head, “Nope.”
The guy scoffs and leaves, Spencer couldn't care less as he stares at the black painted fences in front of him.
They're not even painted well, some white in the corners showing. He doesn't know why he's so annoyed at that, or maybe he knows.
He 's jealous.
He's jealous of all these people taking her away from him, they had talked a few small words throughout the night and that annoys him.
He's jealous that everyone talks to her like they know her when they don't. They really really dont.
They don't know her like he does, and that annoys him.
The stupid loud music playing in the background annoys him and the fact that he can’t tell her that he loves her annoys him too.
I wasn't gonna say nothing
But I'm about to break something
How you gonna take all of my time
You know that I hate this place
But if you wanna stay, I do too.
Cause I'm so down for you.
Spencer sighed relieved as Y/n said her goodbyes to her friends. He awkwardly stands there, waiting for her. Y/n smiles and unconsciously holds his hand.
“Let's get out of here before they say something more,” she drags him to the car, in which they get in. Spencer starts driving, yet he doesn't speak. That little gesture made his brain suddenly stop working.
Y/n notices that, and she nervously bites her lip, debating on whether she did wrong or not. She knows Spencer isn't a big fan of physical contact, in fact, he's a germaphobe, she isn't sure if he's upset at her.
“Are you still going to my apartment?” He finally speaks.
She nods, “If you don't mind.”
And the rest of the ride is silent. Neither of them know what to say.
They go up the stairs, silence, silence and the sound of the footsteps it's all they can hear. When they reach Spencer's door, she sighs.
“Spencer, I'm sorry… I didn't mean to grab your hand. I should've asked first and maybe you're mad at me but I just…”
Spencer stops her, for the third time that night, and kisses her, cupping her face. She smiles sweetly against his lips which make him smile back, he's quickly pulling her in, as she wasn't close enough. His hands on her back and hers up in his hair, messing it up. That's all she ever wanted to do.
“I love you, and-and seeing you with all those people made me realize I want to be the only one who gets to really know you. I want to hold your hand and run away from your stupid friends, please, let me be that. I'm so down for you,” Spencer confessed, finally.
She smiles, and kisses him back.
That's her answer.
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justanothercmblog · 1 year
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Masterlist
Sooo I have decided to create my own blog and post the stuff I am usually just writing for fun and for myself! For now I am only writing my "Coffee Shop" Series, but I am open to requests for OneShots and Blurbs too!
Series:
Coffee Shop Series Masterlist
Summary: When Spencer finishes one of his guest lectures at a local college he runs into a stressed-out college student that could use a cup of coffee.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
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One Shots:
Why didn't you try? Part 1 Part 2
Summary: Matilda doesn't understand why her dad never seemed to put his family first.
Pairing: Spencer Reid & teen!daughter
Where were you?
Summary: When Spencer doesn't turn up to his daughter's swim meet although she knows he's in town her world seems to crumble down around her.
pairing: spencer reid & teen!daughter
One Last Chance?
Summary: Spencer and his wife have decided to foster a teenager.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
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fourmisfitz · 10 months
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Going to start writing for Spencer Reid x reader. send requests if you’ve already read through every existent fic like me 🌝
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drspencerreid80 · 2 years
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Nevermore (Part 1/??)
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Paring: Spencer x Fem! Reader
Summary: Two friends going through everything together and loving each other in secret. Is it too late or just the right time?
Content warnings: Fluff, angst, mention of death (Maeve), general grieving sadness, ambiguous ending? series, mutual pinning, reader and spencer are very dumb
Part (1/??)
Part 2
Word count: 1143
A/N: please please please be nice to me I'm fragile and this is the first chapter of something I've been working on for a long time.
You remembered your first day at the FBI, freshly 21 and nervous as all hell. You’d gotten your job by recommendation, one of your mother's friends working at the bureau having put in a good word for you. Starting as the assistant to the librarian wasn’t something you’d ever expected nor was meeting a cute profiler on your first day.
He was tall. That was the first thing you'd noticed about him that, and his thin, awkward frame. Lanky and strange dressed in a massive dark red sweater, khakis, and a pair of smart-looking shoes. He’d been carrying a stack of files when he entered the library, and you couldn’t help but stare at him. Nobody seemed to notice him, but you had. His chestnut hair was a bit of a mess around his face like he’d been rushing around and judging by the stack of files he was hauling you assumed he was someone’s assistant. He looked to be about your age, maybe even younger, and very determined. You were stacking returned books on a cart to put back when he approached you.
“Um hi- hello" he stuttered out attempting to get ahold of the stack he was carrying. His voice was soft much like his features and now that he was up close you could see his eyes were a beautiful golden brown almost matching his hair.
You waited until he situated himself and his files before you responded “hello, how may I help you?” you attempted your best cheery smile even though being this close with a cute boy and talking had never been your strong suit.
He fully looked at you then, his eyes blown wide as he took in your appearance. You were suddenly very aware of your frumpy outfit. You with your oversized glasses taking up most of your face, your smock dress sitting unflatteringly atop a turtleneck and some black stockings that definitely needed to be replaced, boot socks, and the clunky doc martins that made you seem taller than you were.
He managed a very polite smile “I’m looking for law books if you’ve got any...well of course you have books on laws because this is a federal building and this is a library IN a federal building” he’s flustered and starts babbling about libraries and law. Watching him speak was so fascinating, the way he moved his free hand when he spoke while moving a bit uncomfortably back and forth on his feet attempting to steady the files in his arms. You even noticed he had perfect teeth under his beautifully plush lips. You blushed and came back to earth noticing he’d stopped talking a while ago.
“Of course, we have what you’re looking for” you pointed to the far right back of the library “over there are books on everything one may need to know about law and the like” doing your best to not stare at him for too long again you attempted to busy yourself with the returns.
“T-thank you very much” he hardly gave you another glance before hurriedly shuffling off to the back corner with his massive file stack. You stole a few glances at him walking away before you went back to work. He’d left the section with 10 volumes on laws dating back to the early 50s “These are due in 2 weeks although if you don’t have them all read by then you can always renew just come in and ask whoever is at the front desk.” smiling at him you took his badge to swipe it his information popping up on your computer you had to double-take when you read 'Dr. Spencer Reid BAU'. Your first thought was 'Dr.?...at his age?' and your second thought was 'BAU?....like Jason Gideon and David Rossi?...he was a profiler?'
You pondered all those thoughts then noticed he still had his files. “Would you like assistance carrying all these? I’m more than willing to help” he hesitated looking from you to the files in his arms then to the books “I’m sorry I didn’t think before I grabbed so many..I can always come back for them” he gets ready to walk off when you’re coming around the corner grabbing the books off the counter.
“No please it’s no trouble really” you heft the volumes into your arms and start walking towards the door and after a small moment, he follows after you quickly, gesturing to the left when you reach the doors indicating where he needed to go. You walk in silence down the big hallway not minding it because you’re not sure what to say to him, nervous you may make a fool of yourself in front of someone new like you usually do. After a long while he’s the one to speak first “I’m Spencer Reid” he hesitates a moment before adding “Dr. Spencer Reid” before you can reply with your own name he continues “I figured I might as well introduce myself since you’ll be seeing a lot of me from now on. I read a lot and in fact, I’ll probably be able to get these back to you tomorrow sometime given that I can read 20,000 words per minute”
You can’t help but smirk a bit at his confession, impressed “Hello Dr. Reid I’m (Y/N Y/LN) I’d shake your hand but the books and well your files” breaking off into a slight blush you look sideways at him. “Oh, that’s quite alright I don’t shake anyway, germs are very dangerous”
You nod vigorously “Yes actually did you know nearly 80 percent of illness-causing germs are spread via your hands and that just one germ can multiply into more than 8 million germs in one day-” you cut yourself off before you further your germ ramble. You glance over to see if you’ve completely terrified him but he’s grinning from ear to ear and it’s the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen.
“I haven’t met a lot of people who know as many germs' facts as I do” he’s still grinning as he launches into a full-blown rant on germs, the pair of you sharing facts and hums of agreement even the people on the elevator seem grossed out but at this point, you couldn’t care less having found someone so interesting to connect with was more than you could have ever hoped for when accepting this job. After dropping his things off in what you assume is the BAUs office you turn to leave, and he stops you “Y/N?” turning back to see him fiddling with his badge you smile and wait for him to continue.
“Thank you for your help with the books and I really enjoyed our germ conversation” you can see a pink blush littering his sharp cheekbones and it almost matches his lips.
“Of course, Dr. Reid, anytime. You know where to find me.” you wave shyly as you retreat to the library feeling your heart flutter remembering how he smiled at you.
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