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omg post prison Spencer and concussed!shy girl….I would go feral I fear
“I’m gonna be sick again,” you whine, covering your eyes with both of your hands. The nausea roils and the pain in your head reaches a new crescendo. You moan without thinking about it, worse when someone grabs a hold of you from behind.
“Don’t bend!” he says, not shouting but not happy with you either. “You aren’t going to be sick again if you stay sat up. I know it hurts, but you’re making it worse.”
Spencer’s strict voice isn’t one you’re used to. An embarrassed flush rushes over you, quick to cry ‘cos you’ve wanted to for hours.
“Sorry,” you mumble tearily, slouching back into your seat with a wince.
“Oh, angel, please don’t cry again.”
“I’m not.”
“I’m not angry with you, I just need you to listen, because being sick like this isn’t good for you, and you’re gonna feel sick again if you bend over. It’s your head, angel. It’s the inertia.”
You shuffle across the couch to flop against his chest. It’s a desperate move; if he doesn’t hug you, you’re going to start crying for sure, so you’re begging him to hold you without having the courage to say it out loud. “Sorry,” you say.
“It’s okay.” Hands wrap around you immediately. “Don’t be sorry. Just stay like this for a bit, until the nausea stops. Please.”
You’d love to stay there. You can smell the black coconut soap he uses on his skin, rubbing your nose into his neck and taking obvious breaths.
Spencer pats your back, saying, “Good, take a breather.” He sounds surprised, but when you glance up at him he isn’t panicking or moving. He’s closed his eyes. His hand is on the small of your back.
You hit your head so hard the very first thing that happened was the wave of vomiting. It just… didn’t end. And for a while all you could think about was nothing, just being sick and crying and a hand on your back, eventually traded for colder ones, bright white lights and strangers asking how you were feeling. You couldn’t not defer to Spencer, not really sure if he was Spencer in a permanent sense but aware intrinsically that he was to be trusted to answer for you.
Your brain is shaken, then stirred.
“If I give you a pill, do you think you can keep it down? It’s okay if you can’t. Honest answer,” Spencer murmurs.
“I don’t know.”
“An anti nausea pill you need to swallow isn’t exactly mankind’s best invention.” He cradles the nape of your neck, then, sounding more on your side than anyone ever has. “I wish I could fix it.”
“You should’ve put your brain to work for science,” you say agreeably, “you can fix anything. Big pharma are lucky you chose to catch the bad guys instead.”
“I meant your concussion.” You can barely hear him, and at the same time, it’s like he’s speaking into your marrow.
“You did fix that,” you say, tipping your head back to see him. “You took me to the doctor.”
He smiles. “Yeah, I did, but you’re still sick and hurting.”
It’s not that bad in Spencer’s arms. You had dreams like this, daydreams and sleeping, where he’d wrap you up and comfort you after some hurt, but you’re struggling to remember what made it feel as painful as it did at the time. Spencer felt far away. Now he’s right here. You curl your arm behind his neck to be squished together, tight tight tight. Spencer actually groans.
“Sorry,” you say.
“No, m’not in pain. I can’t remember the last time I got to hold you like this for so long.”
“I don’t know why.”
“I do, and it’s okay. I know why you get freaked out. I’ll never rush you. I don’t mind. But I feel guilty ‘cos I’m enjoying this and you’re in pain.”
It’s a dull throb in the skull. You can barely feel it.
“Sorry,” he mumbles.
“I’m confused.”
“That’s a common theme tonight.”
“You feel guilty ‘cos I’m hugging you?”
He covers your eyes with his hand. You laugh at first, but it’s oddly nice. Warm, dark. The throbbing pain ebbs a bit.
Spencer can feel you relaxing against him. He’s all warmth and smell and sound under your ear. Exhaling, humming, the sound imbued with a fondness you don’t understand. His chest is solid under you, his hair begging to be touched where it flirts with his shoulders, the slopes and lines of him a tactile wonderland for your greedy hands: you want to feel everything. You haven’t the faintest clue as to why you weren’t allowing yourself the privilege before.
“I just need you to get better fast,” he says, breathless. “That’s all.”
“I am trying my best.”
Spencer rubs a thumb over one of your eyebrows, start to end. “And you’re so, so good at it,” he says.
You aren’t concussed enough to miss the lightly mocking coo of it. But you don’t care. Your nose drags up the line of his neck clumsily, in what you hope says tease me more, but more likely says concussive brain injury, second degree.
he can ruin me and all i’ll say is thank you sir | note: please be aware of the authors’ warnings before reading. fics include canon tw’s like: violence, death, grief, blood, addiction. some fics have 18+ content so minors please DNI.
part one | part two | main masterlist
SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS
gideon!reader • spencer reid x fem!reader
↳ by @atlabeth
a holiday to remember • spencer reid x fem!bau!reader
↳ by @mggslover
robin’s heart • spencer reid x fem!reader
↳ by @luce-reid
hold your breath my darling | part two • spencer reid x reader
↳ by @jellyfishsthings
bandages • earlyseasons!spencer reid x flirty!bau!reader
↳ by @nereidprinc3ss
spencer reid except he is in love with hotch’s daughter • spencer reid x hotchner!reader
↳ by @pathologicalreid
mundane longing • spencer reid x reader
↳ by @shawty-writes-a-little
enigma | part two | part three • spencer reid x bau!fem!reader
↳ by @ranunculussy
scare | part two | part three | part four • spencer reid x bau!reader
↳ by @kisses4reid
dangerous attractions | part two | part three • spencer reid x fem!reader
↳ by @raekensluver
opposite | second chances • spencer reid x bau!reader
↳ by @reidsbabyhoney
the next door • spencer reid x neighbor!reader
↳ by @certaimromance
ONE-SHOTS - BLURBS - HC’S
look after you • spencer reid x reader
↳ by @stardust-thief (fluff, hurt/comfort)
promise • post-prison!spencer reid x ex!reader
↳ by @floraisunwell (angst)
thank you’s • spencer reid x fem!reader
↳ by @angellic4l (fluff, protective!spencer, sexism)
lovely love letters • spencer reid x reader
↳ by @amorre1989 (very fluffy)
firsts • spencer reid x fem!reader
↳ by @endearng (some fluff, grieving)
in eternal lines • spencer reid x fem!reader
↳ by @notlongtolove (student!reader, angst but fluff, comfort)
no one is alone • spencer reid x reader
↳ by @g4rvez-r3id (fluff, a little angst)
between letters • spencer reid x fem!reader
↳ by @dronningreid (angst, fluff)
if we had known • spencer reid x bau!reader
↳ by @awordsmith (angst, right person wrong time)
fingertips • spencer reid x bau!reader
↳ by @awordsmith (kidnapping, torture, angst, comfort)
orange • spencer reid x reader
↳ by @spxfav (angst, comfort, tw: addiction, panic attack)
stay happy • spencer reid x fem!bau!reader
↳ by @enderlovez (angst, kidnapping, torture, drugs, comfort)
different this time • spencer reid x social worker!reader
↳ by @megumimania (addiction, comfort, angst)
the quiet one • spencer reid x fem!reader
↳ by @magical-reid (fluff, kidnapping)
hand sanitizer • dad!spencer reid x mom!reader
↳ by @ladigube (fluff, first time parents jitters)
with the light off • spencer reid x reader
↳ by @darkmatilda (angst, tw: addiction, mental health issues, suicide)
what happens in la • spencer reid x bau!reader
↳ by @ophelia-is-complex (very angsty)
pigtails and promises • spencer reid x reader
↳ by @criminalmindssworld (girl dad!spencer, fluff )
knock on the door • spencer reid x reader
↳ by @latenightreadingpdf (angst, comfort)
an enduring, mighty warrior • spencer reid x reader
↳ by @lavenderspence (pregnant!reader, fluff)
lost in the fire • spencer reid x fem!reader
↳ by @scarletriddles (arson, angst, a little angst)
stalemate • spencer reid x reader
↳ by @finallydoingfanfics (angst, fluff, comfort)
got milk? • spencer reid x fem!reader
↳ by @sunsherbet (fluff)
anyone else but you • spencer reid x reader
↳ by @spencahreadreid (fluff)
was i stupid to love you? • spencer reid x reader
↳ by @incognit0slut (very angsty)
waiting room • spencer reid x reader
↳ by @parfaitblogs (ex!spencer, angst)
out of town • spencer reid x fem!reader
↳ by @megwritesriddles (smut, virgin!reader, fluff)
home sweet home • dad!spencer reid x mom!reader
↳ by @reidmania (girl dad!spencer, very fluffy)
a picture of a cat • spencer reid x fem!reader
↳ by @certaimromance (forensic!reader, lack of communication,fluff)
how dare you think it’s romantic, leaving me safe and stranded • spencer reid x reader
↳ by @reidrum
forgiven • spencer reid x gn!reader
↳ by @reiding-writing (ex!spencer, lovers to enemies to lovers , kidnapping, angst, hurt/comfort, tw: sa)
a series of happenstance • spencer reid x house!daughter!reader
↳ by @gghostwriter (angst, tw: addiction)
mistake • spencer reid x bau!reader
↳ by @gf2bellamy (angst, fluff)
elevator sweetness • spencer reid x bau!fem!reader
↳ by @l0vergirlwrites (fluff, a little angst)
midnight moments • spencer reid x fem!bau!reader
↳ by @reginyani (smut, drunk sex, dom!reader)
say yes to heaven • spencer reid x bau!reader
↳ by @3verythingiknowaboutlove (avoidant!reader, slightly explicit, angst)
Not enough people talk about how Spencer Reid would still be an absolutely amazing father even if his child was NOT a mini genius that took after him (Especially if they weren’t a genius.) and I think that’s a shame. We should change that.
dad!spencer with a child that struggles in school…
…and feels insecure that they’ll never live up to their genius dad’s expectations and is entirely too hard on themselves for it meanwhile none of that even remotely matters to spencer because he is just so happy and so proud to be a dad he will celebrate all the little wins like you learned how to tie your shoe? ice cream. didn’t do so hot on a test and was nervous to tell him? he knows they tried their best and gets pizza for dinner. they had a good day cuz they saw a cute dog? he can’t wait to hear all about it.
maybe it’s just me but i feel like geniuses are expected to make baby geniuses but for spencer it really doesn’t matter to him as long as their kid is happy and healthy and he’d go to the ends of the earth to ensure that for them. it’s like so so special to me to think that for something that so heavily defined spencer for a majority of his life, that he felt his value was inherently tied to his knowledge, is suddenly at the bottom of his list when he has a kid. knowing from experience that it pays off more to be defined by love and support rather than your abilities and accomplishments.
spencer reid keeps a sock drawer for you at his apartment. (during the early stages of your relationship, before you move in)
it's in a dresser in the corner of his room, and above yours is a drawer consisting of his collection.
it's sweet you think, his collection of socks. varied pairs of different colours and patterns. each one meticulously folded beside its match, but never knotted together. it's more sustainable for mismatching, he says, it's also a little anal (and time consuming) but you don't tell him that.
so when he tells you he's set a space aside for you, you were hesitant, not because it was a huge step but because you ran through a rotation of the same 8 pairs of black socks and a few white ones. a whole drawer wasn't necessary, maybe a little hamper.
it's not like you need the drawer for your clothes either. most of the time you're over, you’re in his clothes anyway. and the clothes you do have at his place, stay among his. a secret ploy to get your things smelling like him. he appeases you by sandwiching your clothes between his.
you open the drawer and there's a celebratory first pair, electric blue with bananas scattered all over. you hold it up with a small smile. leaning over, you quickly kiss him on the cheek and sit down to put on the new socks, they're soft and surprisingly smooth on the inside considering its repetitive pattern. leave it to spencer to find reliable socks that aren't a sensory nightmare.
over the next few months, you also start to accumulate a collection. your black socks are a constant, ones you wear to your horribly boring corporate job, taking up half of the drawer. the other half though, souvenir socks.
spencer was away a lot, halfway across the country or when you’re lucky, right in dc. the first time it happens though, he comes home with a pair of mardi gras themed socks having had a case in louisiana. he spotted them walking by the duty free and thought they were perfect for you–bright purple spotted with green and yellow? you know what, hell yeah!
the next were casino themed ones from vegas, a pair matching the worn ones he wore often. lobster socks from maine, statue of liberty socks from new york, and dorothy and toto socks from kansas.
when you tell your friends about this, they laugh. but again, you think it's sweet. he brings you something every time he's away, a promise that he’ll come back. it's incredibly reassuring and endearing in its own little way.
