god knows i'll be jamming out to this when finals come around, channel my inner old wise man. wait, and i feel like spencer would love to listen to this too since he's such a nerd for greek philosophers
summary: peter is in love with y/n, infatuated with her. however, his heart also loves another, someone he can never hold again.
authorâs note: look I have no idea if this makes sense, I just wanted to write a sappy andrew!peter story.
itâs almost 1:30 am where I am, so Iâm half asleep but I hope you like it!
Iâm gonna write more andrew!peter stories in the future, just kinda obsessed with tobey at the moment and need to give him all the love he deserves.
warnings: mentions of death other than that, nothing really
words: 1188
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He was truly, madly, and deeply in love with her. Everything about her was perfect, as if she was handcrafted by God himself. The way she would smile when he entered the room, beaming just for him. The way she danced when she was drunk, completely offbeat but somehow in rhythm. The way she would kiss him in the morning, or the way she moaned his name. She was made for him.
âPeterâ she called from the kitchen that sat adjacent to the living room, giving him the perfect view of her cooking. âCould you hand me the spatula please?â She turned her head to look at him, with doe eyes and a smile.
He smiled, the same crooked teeth smile that made Y/Nâs heart melt. He walked towards her, grabbing the spatula from the second draw before handing it to her. âThank youâ she responded softly, kissing his cheek.
Peter leaned back against the kitchen island, arms bent slightly as he watched her cook. It was one of his favourite things to do, watch her. Even when doing the most mundane things, looking effortlessly beautiful no matter the task. Even now, sweat forming in her brow caused by the steam coming from the pot, sleeves pushed upwards on her arm as not to get them dirty. She looked so in her element, so focused.
âStop staringâ she giggled, snapping Peter out of his daze.
He shook his head with a smile. âNot staring, admiringâ his voice was soft, gentle.
âWell, stop admiring then!â she was still smiling, face heating up from his stares.
Peter took a step forward, arms wrapping around her waist as he pressed his chest into her back. He placed a kiss on her cheek, similar to the one she gave him a moment ago. âGonna have to make me, princessâ he whispered before pressing his lips to her neck, distracting her from the dish she was making.
âAre you hungry or not?â She asked, caressing one of Peter's arms that were snaked around her.
âOnly for youâ he hummed against the nape of her neck, pressing another kiss to her soft skin, missing her sweet spot by an inch.
She swatted him away, finally untangling herself from his grip. âBuzz off bug boy,â she joked, the nickname always made Peter annoyed, and loved watching him huff away in defeat.
Peter did as he was told, plopping himself back down on the couch where he sat before. He watched her continue to cook, hiding behind a book to make sure she didnât notice. She noticed, she always did.
It didnât take long until she had finished cooking, dishing it out into two bowls. She handed one to Peter, placing herself next to him as she turned on the TV.
âLooks delicious, Babyâ he kissed her cheek, something he did often.
They watched TV in a comfortable silence as they ate. It was moments like these that stained Peterâs mind, holding onto the little things in case one day sheâs no longer around. His heart ached at the thought, memories flashing back to the one had lost before.
Y/N looked over at him, aware that his kind was elsewhere. His face told her everything she needed, he was thinking of Gwen.
She didnât mind sharing Peterâs heart with her, knowing that the love they shared was one hard to replace. A love that was ripped away too soon.
When they first started dating, a few years had passed since Gwen's death. At first, Peter told her it was a car accident as Y/N at this point was unaware he was Spiderman. It took him a while to tell her that, not wanting her in harm's way and ending up like Gwen.
But he knew he couldnât keep it from her, not forever. All the late nights, sneaking away at random times, and coming home with his body littered with cuts and bruises. She needed to know.
She took the information better than Peter expected, smiling softly before placing a kiss upon his lips. âI already knewâ she whispered, receiving a wide-eyed look from Peter.
âWhat do you mean you already knew?â He asked, hands holding hers with intertwined fingers.
âIâve known for monthsâ she confessed, smiling at the memory of how she found out. âIt was before we started dating, not officially anyway.â She started, âYou had stayed the night at mine, and I had felt you creep away when you thought I was asleep. It worried me, so I stayed awake. Unbeknownst to you, I was still awake when you got back. I saw you creep through my window, in your spiderman suit trying your best to keep quietâ.
Peter shook his head, laughing to himself. âWhy didnât you say anything?â He questioned, smiling up at her.
âI knew you had your reasons for not telling me, and I had a feeling it had to do with Gwenâ she shrugged, âI wanted you to tell me when you were readyâ.
He loved that about her, how generous she was. How much he cared for him and his feelings. How understanding she was when it came to Gwen, who was permanently scarred onto his brain. Tears swelled in the corners of his eyes, which often happened.
Y/N reached her arm over, scratching the back of his head as the two were still seat on the couch. âAre you okay?â She asked with a soft and low tone, almost a whisper as not to startle him. Peter looked up, teary eyes meeting her dry ones. He faked a smile as he nodded.
She placed her bowl on the coffee table in front of them, doing the same with Peters before shifting her body closer to his. She allowed his head to fall into the crook of her neck, her arms wrapped his shoulders as he did so. Soft, mumbled sobs escaped Peter's lips. Y/N played with his hair, comforting him as she let him cry against her.
This happened often. Y/N never complained, all she did was comfort him, be there for him when he needed. He didnât know how he got so lucky.
âIâm sorryâ he sniffed, lifting his head from his girlfriend's shoulder. He always apologised, Y/N not understanding why. His feels were nothing for him to apologise for, and she would tell him that every time. âYouâre too good to meâ.
âI love you more than anything, Peteâ she placed a kiss to his temple, wiping his tears away with her thumb. âIâm forever here, forever yoursâ.
Peter smiled, in awe of the beauty before him. He pressed a rushed kiss to her lips, catching her by surprise. She laughed at his action as he pulled away. âI love you so much, babyâ he kissed her again before resting his head against her chest.
She pulled him closer, allowing him to sink into her. The continued watching TV, Y/N playing with Peters hair as they did so. They cherished this moment, holding each other. So much love between them, never parting as they drifted asleep with the sound of each otherâs beating hearts.
Summary: You and Spencer have never had a New Year's kiss before. So, what if you just kissed each other? As friends?
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Word count: 2.1k
Category: Fluff
Rating: T
Warnings: Alcohol consumption
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A/N: This fic is inspired by the prompt: "kissing your best friend at New Yearâs Eve because neither of you have a date, only when you pull back, you donât want to let go, and instead dive in for a second kiss."
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Thereâs something about New Yearâs Eve. The bubbling excitement over a crowd of people, all sharing in their optimism that this year will be better, this year will be great. A fresh start like that only comes once a year, after all. You point that out lightheartedly to Emily and Derek who proceed to make some Vonnegut joke about timelines that goes over many agentsâ heads but doesnât fail to encourage the ghost of a smile on Spencerâs face. The sight of it makes you feel warm.
âBall drop in one minute, people!â Penelope shouts over the clinking of drinks and the ever-present sounds of Rossiâs smooth jazz collection. You glance at the clock, watching the hands tick ever so closer to midnight. When you turn back, Spencer is staring at you, a foreign look in his eyes.
The two of you had stuck by each otherâs side the entire night. Partially because it feels like you and Spencer were the only ones who didnât get the memo about bringing dates. You would feel that hollow ache of loneliness behind your ribcage at the sight of all the affection if it werenât for the comforting presence of your best friend. Everything was just better when you two were together. You give Spencer a small smile before bringing your attention back to the conversations in front of you.
âOkay, but donât leave me hanging when the ball drops,â Derek cheekily jokes as Penelope starts to walk away, likely to spread the news of the imminent countdown to the other guests.
âOh sugar, youâll always get loving from me, donât you worry,â Penelope remarks back, their flirty banter like a familiar game of table tennis. Derek grins unabashedly at the promise.
âDamn, everyoneâs a couple tonight, huh?â You half-joke, bringing your cup to your lips as you watch Emilyâs date saddle up behind her, arms wrapping around her waist.
âItâs the New Year, L/N. Everyoneâs looking for that special someone to kiss when the ball drops,â Derek grins.
âHear, hear,â Emily agrees, giggling under the adorations from the woman behind her. Penelope returns next to her, ever the ubiquitous, with empty cups in hand. Emily nods and the three of them start to walk off in search of more alcohol.
âIâve never had a New Yearâs Eve kiss,â Spencer admits, staring down into his drink. Penelope stops, grabs Spencerâs arm.
âDonât you worry, boy genius. Iâm sure youâll get one sooner than you think,â Penelope reassures him, a playful glint in her eye, before getting back to her quest for more drinks. Her tone of voice stirs something in you, but youâre not quite sure why. You shake it off, turn back to the group in front of you, only to find that everyone else had since become absorbed into their own conversations. You and Spencer were out of the loop. You could listen in on someone elseâs story, but the look on Spencerâs face at the reminder of how alone the two of you were made you want to comfort him. You nudged his shoulder, prompting a shy smile from the man. You think back to what he said, swirling the drink in your hand before speaking.
âNeither have I,â you reveal. Spencer furrows his brow.
âYou havenâtââ
âHad a New Yearâs kiss? No. Itâs just never worked out, I guess,â you mumble as you take a delicate sip. The two of you lock eyes before quickly turning away, cheeks heated in embarrassment. You register someone yelling Thirty seconds! when suddenly you have an idea. A horrible idea, really. A terribly stupid idea that could only end badly. But something in you, potentially the buzz from the party, wants to speak it into existence anyway.
In this moment, youâre thankful for the liquid courage.
âWe could kiss at midnightâŠâ you tread. Spencer snaps his head toward you.
âBut weâre notââ
âI know,â you reassure him. âJust a New Yearâs kiss. As friends. Two friends who donât want to be alone when the ball drops and it gets a bit too couple-y in here.â You watch his face for a response, scanning every quirk, every line, every slight micro expression on his face. Putting those profiler skills to use to determine whether or not you just seriously crossed a line and possibly ruined your friendship and oh, God what were you thinkingâ
He twitches his lips in response. âOkay.â You smile, trying not to let the nerves get the best of you.
âOkay.â
And abruptly, it all feels too real. Everyone seems to have dispersed in search of their date, crowding around the TV, watching the ball drop, edging closer and closer into the new year. The room buzzes with anticipation, with the promise of a fresh start, of a night to remember. This year will be better, this year will be great. You watch the backs of your friends, all turned to the screen before you. Counts turn into yells as midnight creeps near.
â10, 9âŠâ
You and Spencer look at each other. An unreadable expression on both of your faces.
ââŠ8, 7, 6âŠâ
Crap, youâre going to be kissing your best friend. Is it going to be awkward? Weird? Gross? Well, thereâs no time to back out now.
ââŠ5, 4âŠâ
You tentatively place a hand on his shoulder. He leans into the touch, and youâre grateful for the steady and easy comfort.
ââŠ3âŠâ
He locks eyes with you.
ââŠ2âŠâ
You glance down at his lips. The air tingles, an impending storm.
ââŠ1âŠâ
You close your eyes and lean in, feeling soft lips brush against yours for the briefest moment, mouths closed in a chaste kiss. It should be strange. It should be cold and awkward and weird. But itâs warm and tender and sweet, if only for a moment.
ItâsâŠnice.
After a few seconds, you pull back, watching Spencerâs eyes flit open as he licks his lips again. You canât help but follow the motion with your gaze before looking back up into his determined stare. You hear cheering and scattered Happy New Years, but it hardly captures your attention when Spencer is still looking at you like that. A once foreign gaze becomes all-at-once familiar. Something stirs within you, like a match lit in a bone-dry forest. A realization of whatâs to come.
A realization that, actually, you donât want to spend another second not kissing him.
And suddenly your lips are crashing into each other again, the thundering boom of a dark sky opening and releasing the downpour. Noise and cheers and laughter fade into the background as all you can think of is Spencer, Spencer, Spencer.
This kiss is nothing like the first one. That first kiss was like a friendly greeting.
This one is frenzied, electric, all lightning strikes and fireworks.
You focus your attention on his bottom lip as you thread your fingers through his hair. He returns the gesture with a stifled groan and a hand on your face. He canât seem to get close enough to you. Canât seem to get enough of you. God, you never knew that kissing your best friend would feel so euphoric. Spencer has always been a source of comfort to you. Dependable and solid. You liked to think that you gave him the same. But right now, he was kissing you as though you would slip through his fingers at any moment. Like if he were to stop and take a breath you might just vanish into the air. Each grip of his hands on your arms, your back, your neck only drove you to return the gesture with just as much vigor.
Spencer hums into the kiss, tongue grazing your lip, asking for permission. You grant it easily. Enthusiastically, even. At that moment, your brain shuts off and you give in to the sensation of kissing your best friend. Every swipe of his tongue sends shivers down your body. Your senses are overwhelmed by the tickle of his breath, the smell of his soap, the taste of shirley temples and Spencer Reid. You ball your fist in his shirt as you push him against the wall, something steady to lean against in the absolute whirlwind of this moment. He lets out a small groan â almost a whimper â as his back meets the solid surface. The noise sets off a chain reaction deep within you, a sense of urgency, as you continue the heated kiss. Spencer brushes his hand against your cheek, lightly gripping your jaw as though memorizing the shape of your lips, the taste of your tongue. You can feel the effect you have on him, his knees going weak. You smile into the kiss with the knowledge that you are currently rendering the incredibly capable and intelligent Dr. Reid utterly helpless.
Fiery passion eventually dwindles into slower, softer pecks as the kiss reaches its natural conclusion and the need for air trumps the need for each other. Spencerâs lips move lazily against yours, gentle, leisurely, before pulling away. You feel him exhale before he leans back, head hitting the wall with a gentle thud. You angle yourself in an effort to stay close to him, bracing your hand on his chest. Without hesitation, he reaches up and tangles his fingers in yours. You look up to see Spencerâs caramel coffee eyes staring at you in some mixture of admiration, disbelief, and desire. You meet his gaze, and he narrows his eyes, quirks his lips. Almost as if to say did that just happen? And it did. You let out a breathy laugh as you squeeze his hand. Yeah. That just happened.
You card your free hand through his utterly ruined curls, trying your best to smooth out the frazzled honey locks. He leans into the gesture, eyes closing from the simple pleasure of your nails scratching lightly at the base of his scalp. Youâre stuck between wanting to memorize this look on his face and wanting to kiss it off. You lean ever so slightly in, breaths minglingâŠ
âYEAH, PRETTY BOY!â
The two of you jolt apart at the sound of Derek yelling in your direction, Clearly, neither you nor Spencer had any sense of awareness of the fact that you were just making out â pretty passionately, you might add â in the middle of Rossiâs living room. For way longer than the acceptable New Yearâs Eve kiss dictates.
Spencer blushes a deep pink as Derek slaps a hand on his shoulder in congratulations. You clear your throat at the thought of everyone getting a front row seat to you and Spencerâs first kiss. You canât tell if the dizziness you feel is from the embarrassment of being watched or the absolute whirlwind of a kiss you were just subject to. Maybe a bit of both.
âHey! Whaââ Spencer sputters in disbelief. You turn toward the subject of his gaze. Emily schools her expression into an attempted poker face as she quickly pockets some money. Penelope giggles into her shoulder. Realization settles in.
âDid youâŠdid you all bet on us kissing tonight?â You ask, staring down each one of your team members. And not even one of them looks all that guilty about it.
âSorry, pumpkin! But you two were just so oblivious. I mean, it was only a matter of time, really.â Penelope explains, her gaze flitting between you and Spencer, unbridled glee in her features.
âSeriously, you just make puppy dog eyes at each other all day long,â Derek chimes in.
âWe do not!â Spencer objects. But then you feel a laugh overtake you, hunch your shoulders inward as the reality of the situation hits you.
âOh, my God. Weâre like the subject of every romantic comedy ever,â you get out between giggles. Spencer chuckles as he grips your hand.
âDoes that mean?â You look up into his hopeful gaze, the unspoken words hanging in the air. You shake your head before grabbing him by the face and planting an enthusiastic round two (three?) kiss on him. Just as electric as the last. A few cheers and wolf whistles prompt you to pull apart before either of you can get too invested.
âAbsolutely,â you confirm, relishing in the dazed expression on Spencerâs face. His subsequent smile sends a mass of butterflies fluttering in your stomach in the best possible way. You release his face and grab his hand, its warmth a familiar comfort, its intention entirely new. He squeezes tight in reassurance. And as you feel that warmth tingle up your arm, echo through your chest, you have the breathtaking realization that youâre going into the new year with someone you truly love by your side. In a whole new way. That hopeful buzz in the air didnât lie. You feel the optimism settle in your bones, its words ringing true. This year will be better.
Content Warning: a little mention of self doubt from baby Spencer
Word Count: 3.1k
Masterlist
The BAU was where Y/n always wanted to end up working. It was where she thought she could do the most good and where she could help the most people.
That was why, when there was an opportunity for Y/n to transfer to the BAU from the white-collar crime division, she took it. Her first day was filled with nerves, trying to pick the right outfit, making sure she had enough personal effects to look like she fit in, but not too many to ensure they didnât think she was childish. Her lattermost worry was alleviated when she was introduced to Penelope Garcia after Hotch greeted her at the top of the elevator.
Penelope insisted that Hotch left Y/n with her so the new agent could be shown around by âthe lady who knows the most.â The first part of the tour was Penelopeâs desk, littered with brightly colored toys that made Y/n feel less silly for bringing her glittery painted pens.
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This is so true! A lot of the time, I get stuck in a writerâs hole. But whenever I get a comment like the above ones, it makes me want to write more!
Request: Spencer with a female reader who has a physical disability, such as mild cerebral palsy?
A/N:Â Enjoy! I love you all!
Couple: Spencer Reid/GN!Reader
Category: Fluff (T)
Content Warning: None!
Word Count: 6.2k
Iâm a very proud person. I like to do things for myself, and for the most part, Iâm perfectly capable. Even when things are difficult, my problem-solving skills have gotten me far in life. So when I say that my plan to carry my cup of coffee and donut to my desk was foolproof, I need everyone to know that it would have worked.
However, that being said, I acknowledge that it did not look all that foolproof as I was hobbling along with one and a half elbow crutches, a cup of practically boiling coffee in my hand, and a donut shoved in my mouth. Still, I could avoid most of the judgmental stares from the coworkers who already knew better than to ask me if I needed help.
Request: The team are talking about their best, worst, and favorite dates, but Spencer has nothing to say cause heâs never really been on one. Reader decides to take him. Throughout the nights she falls for him.
A/N: Iâm so happy to have finally finished this piece for @sunlight-moonrise! đ I hope you enjoy!
Couple: Spencer Reid/GN!Reader
Category: Fluff
Content Warning: Mutual pining, kisses
Word Count: 7.8k
Every single friend knows that the easiest way to feel bad about yourself is to put yourself in a conversation with a bunch of happily-coupled people. Itâs the perfect blow to the ego every single time.
For example, when you are sitting around a table with all of your work colleagues sharing terrible pizza, do not, under any circumstances, ask them about their dating stories. Because no matter how interesting you think your dating life might be, the stories always end the same for the single friend.
Hanukkah starts tonight (november 28th), at sundown and will last until Monday, december 6th at sundown. Happy hanukkah to all of my jewish mutuals and followers!
Content Warning:Â mention of previous alcohol consumption | tiny mention of child abduction | swearingÂ
Word Count:Â 2.6k
Masterlist
The teasing the newlyweds got lasted the rest of the flight. 4 entire hours.
Apparently, they had all gotten more than enough sleep and didnât want to use their undisturbed hours to ensure they didnât look like zombies once they got back to Quantico. Both Spencer and Y/n wished they could have used the time to sleep. Separately, of course. The now-married couple could barely make eye contact before the awkward tension between them got too overwhelming.
Rossi recounted every second of the night 4 times. Thankfully, not all of his stories were about the Reids. Morganâs drunken stories were hilarious to be retold by Rossi as he tried to do Morganâs voice. And Garciaâs five newfound best friends, each of which she loved after less than ten minutes of knowing.
Hotchâs stories of trying to keep Emily under control with a barely functional JJ were fuzzier memories but equally funny. Most of his stories consisted of Emilyâs attempts to convince them to do dumb things and her almost joining a bachelorette party. Littered with anecdotes of JJâs drunken bragging about Henry.
Summary: Penelope has a plan, one that's near and dear to her heart: getting you and Spencer to realize that youâre totally, completely in love with each other. It's easier said than doneâand she's going to need backup.
Pairings: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader
Word Count: 6k
A/N: This is pretty much entirely from Derek and Penelopeâs point of view and it was so much fun to write!! I hope yâall enjoy <3
Penelope has a plan.
Well, letâs be honest: Penelope always has a plan. However, this plan in particular is one thatâs near and dear to her heart: getting you and Spencer to realize that youâre totally, completely in love with each other.
Itâs easier said than doneâyou two seem hellbent on remaining utterly oblivious to your ridiculously obvious feelings for one another. Good thing Penelope never backs down from a challenge.
Never.
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The moment that makes Penelope snap isnât a unique one. There isnât some sudden realization, the pieces magically falling into place as she finally sees whatâs right in front of her. In all actuality, this has been going on for almost a year. And by this she means you and Spencer acting like lovesick puppies around each other and being the only two people who donât seem to realize it.
This time, sheâs sitting on Derekâs desk, chatting with him quietly about their plans for the upcoming weekend when she sees it. Well, more accurately, Derek sees it firstâyou and Spencer are across the room, laughing to each other over some shared secret.
âJesus,â he mutters under his breath. âHow long until they figure it out?â
Penelope knows an opportunity when she sees one. âYou want in?ââ
âIn on what?â
Sometimes she forgets that he canât actually read her mind. âIn on getting Spencer and Y/N to finally realize how madly in love they areâobviously.â
Derek sighs, though he canât keep the gleam out of his eye. âIâm not sure they need you meddling, mama.â
âItâs not meddling!â He arches an eyebrow, and she continues, âItâs not! Iâm just going to⊠subtly⊠show them the obvious. And then if they really donât get it, well, a little meddling might be necessary.â
He seems to contemplate her offer, and then a peal of laughter catches his attention. They both turn towards the source of the noise, watching as you pat Spencer affectionately on the shoulder, your hand lingering for much longer than necessary, his cheeks flushing an unforgiving shade of pink as heâs suddenly unable to meet your eyes.
And thatâs all it takes.
Derek turns back to Penelope. âOkay,â he says. âIâm in.â
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