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Summary: She needs help studying for her Case Exercises at the Academy, He needs a date for the annual Banquet... they just so happen to be neighbours who aren't afraid to lend a helping hand, or in this case, a helping kiss.
Categories: Fake dating, neighbours, strangers to lovers, mutual pining, Angst with a happy ending, Smut *as selected by my poll on what you wanted to read*
Warnings: Season 9 Spencer (no Maeve arc), Angst, kissing, drinking, police training mentions, case details, canon typical violence, masturbation, self-doubt, autistic!spencer, switch!spencer, age gaps (24/33), oral (female receiving), riding, penetrative sex, condoms, sex toys, teasing, multiple orgasms, FWB relationships
Word Count: 3.5K
A/N: they're idiots I tell you, IDIOTS!
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five
“When you’re clearing a building, you and your team have to trust one another like your life really is dependent on them now,” Derek explained.
Y/N was sitting in Savannah’s living room with wine in one hand and Spencer’s in her other. Listening to Derek tell her the basics about her next case; helping her out because he knew she was talented and he enjoyed seeing people succeed.
Derek actually asked, texting Spencer on Sunday morning and asking if Y/N wanted to come over to Savannah’s apartment for drinks, adding she could bring her next case if she wanted to.
This week she was in swat, the case involved a bomber and finding out where he would hit next. She was the group leader, she was the first to clear the rooms and the person to give the orders, she was nervous about the outcomes. If there would be a shootout as well as the apprehension of an unsub with his finger on the trigger.
“You know how to clear a room already, but it’s important to never turn your back to the room, always keep your back to a wall and pass doorways and halls quickly,” Derek keeps talking her through it in the same soothing tones he used with Spencer back in the day.
“In this exercise nothing is live and you’re using blanks, so it’ll be loud and intense but the risk is low, you still have to treat it like one stray bullet could take out a team member or set off the bomb, you have to have all 5 senses on and tingling when you’re in there, it’s very important to be as aware as possible.”
“I want to be able to hear a pin drop and know where it was,” she confirmed with a smirk, “I’m the most worried about the takedown.”
Derek nodded, taking a sip of his whisky before standing, “come with me.”
He picks up the tv remote and holds it in his hand, “if you’re over there, and I’m taunting you with the trigger; they either have to push it to ignite, or most are a squeeze and release.”
“Okay,” she follows along.
“Stand over there,” Derek points, “if you’re the leader, and I’ve got the trigger here and you know when I stop squeezing it, this place is going to blow, what are you doing.”
“Not shooting you, that’s for fuckin sure,” she smiles, “I’d want to talk you down, convince you to place it back in the case so it stays squeezed, and hope for a peaceful apprehension.”
“But that’s not always going to happen,” Derek is overly kind, “you have to think on your feet I am screaming at you that I’m gonna let it go if you don’t put the guns down, what do you do?”
“I’ll get as close to him as possible when his attention isn’t on me, signal my back up to shoot and grab the trigger before he lets go?” She shouts the answer back at him.
“There you go,” he smiles again, “you have to watch him and know him as well as the profilers, I think you’ll be fine.”
“Thank you, Derek,” she smiles again, reaching a hand out to shake his but he pulls her into a hug.
“Any girl of Reids is a friend of mine,” he reminds her, “and it’s the least I could do for the kid, he won't shut up about you at work.”
She turns to Spencer with a small giggle, “like what? I’ve known you for a few weeks?”
“He’s always sneaking away to text you and he’ll tell us about your fake case updates and how he can’t wait to hear about your stories when he gets home,” Derek’s smile is one of pride and it makes Spencer embarrassed.
Y/N’s eyes light up, she looks like she’s swooning a bit, and Spencer settles. He knows it's only been a week since they started talking, he knows it’s only been one case and that he’s overly attached to her already, but she looks like she loves him for it. He won't know unless she tells him, but he hopes she does.
—
The next week of work is much of the same, he’s in Tennessee for 4 days and he spends all his free time with Y/N on the phone. In the hotel at night, they talk until she falls asleep, explaining how the case is going and how they’ve cleared 2 buildings successfully but they haven’t gotten the unsub yet.
When they get home on Friday, his leg is jumping all throughout the debrief. He’s barely listening to Hotch, he just wants to go and see Y/N. He finishes his paperwork and files everything he needs to, he shoves his things into his bag and he books it for the bullpen doors.
Derek steps out in front of him, “hey, need a ride?”
“Oh, no, I’m just going to walk down to the academy and then I’ll just go home with Y/N,” Spencer speaks rather quickly, trying to move past Derek and keep walking but he can’t.
“I can give you a ride to the academy, it’s a long walk and it’s dark,” Derek insists again.
He sighs, this always meant Derek had something to talk to him about, “sure.”
Sure enough, the second he closed the passenger door, “so how are things going with you two?”
“Why?”
“You called her place ‘home’, you realize that right?”
“We live in the same building, she is my neighbour, how else do you think I met a 24-year-old genius who finds me cute? It’s not like I go outside,” he’s oddly defensive, and he doesn’t know why.
“I like her Spencer, she’s good for you and I’m just glad to see you happy, is that not allowed?” Derek is just as snippy with him, showing him how annoying he is sometimes when he gets agitated.
Spencer smiles, “she’s my best friend, no offence.”
It technically wasn’t a lie.
“That’s cute.”
That's where they leave it, he pulls up to the academy and loops around to the entrance of the building where he lets Spencer out. He hasn’t been down to the academy in a while, the kids are all staring at him and he knows it, they always do.
“Thanks, Derek.”
“Anytime kid, have fun!” He shouts before Spencer closes the door and then he’s off.
Spencer walks through the crows of kids, he says hello to a few and waves back to the secretary, he walks over to the training centre, and he watches as Y/N and her team finish taking down the unsub.
“Doctor Reid,” one of her professors, Agent Lindwell, sees him in the observatory, he walks over and doesn’t attempt to shake his hand. Everyone must have heard that rumour about him not shaking hands.
“Hello, I just came to watch this year's class, I heard they might go 4 for 4,” he brags.
“Ah, that would be Y/N Y/L/N’s fault. She’s probably going to get the Directors Leadership Award, do you know her?”
“I do,” he smiles, “we’re neighbours, we carpool.”
“Ah that’ll be nice when she starts working here as well, she’s had a few offers already,” Lindwell brags about her like she was his favourite student, and she probably was.
“So I’ve heard, she said she was really interested in CARD,” he replies before he notices Y/N on the scene, “there she is.”
She does just as she told Derek she would, sneaking up behind the unsub and taking the trigger from him while shooting him in the side, he didn't even see her coming. She places it back in the case, “all clear we need medics in here.”
2 out of 4.
“Spence!” She calls his name when she sees him, taking off her swat helmet and wrapping her arms around him. She kisses his cheek as she pulls back, “why didn’t you tell me you were back?”
“I just got back an hour ago, thought I’d come and jinx you, it didn’t work,” he smiles, “you did great.”
“Thanks,” she takes his hand and drags him to her locker, taking off the swat uniform and telling him all about her day while the other cadets watch.
He holds her bag for her, and she hands him the keys to her car, “let’s head home, I’m thinking pizza for dinner?”
“Sounds delicious,” he replies, ignoring all the eyes on them as she takes his hand once more and leads him to the parking lot.
—
Another Saturday morning with Spencer Reid’s head resting on her chest. She could get used to this; he likes to spend the weekends with her knowing that she will be too busy to talk during the week and she knows he’s never home either.
It’s quiet, she misses his voice and she knows that he is awake. “What do you normally do on your days off?”
“I get some coffee and the newspaper and I go to the park, I’ll play chess sometimes or I’ll read there as well, I like to just witness the world moving without anything bad happening,” he whispers. “It’s a good way to appreciate life.”
“Do you want to shower with me before we go?” She asks because it’ll be quicker and because she enjoys being close to him, she keeps having to justify it in her own head.
“If you don’t mind?”
“No,” she mumbles into his head before kissing the top of his head. “Come on.”
Showering with Spencer is much like having a cat jump in the tub, he slips a few times and he gets soap in his eyes and she keeps elbowing him as she turns around. It’s hilarious, they laugh through it all and she doesn’t even care about all the water they get on the floor. It’s nice to have a person she feels completely and totally safe with.
They kiss under the water until it starts to run cold, and even then they just turn the water off and keep kissing. the sound of their lips reverberating off the tiles, bouncing around the room and filling her heart with joy. She has never wanted anymore more in her whole entire life.
She loves him.
She realizes that as she wraps a towel around him and holds him while she does so, pressing a wet cheek to his chest, she kisses his skin before she pulls back. He wraps a towel around her shoulders and kisses her forehead and she doesn’t see the way he smiles after because she turns to leave, she thinks they’re just friends and he thinks she’s just nice.
They’re both idiots.
They’re half-dressed when they hear someone shouting Spencer's name in the hallway, he peaks his head out of Y/N’s door to see one of his co-workers, he leaves her apartment and then she’s all alone for the first time in 15 hours.
She’s not used to wanting someone to be around so often, she barely had friends and her parents lived far away. She had been alone for so long that now that Spencer was around, she was growing co-dependent on him. Her heart ached when he wasn’t around and it made her want to cry slightly, but he was just outside, he wasn’t going to leave. He was the one person who she knew would keep his promise.
He knocks on her door before coming back in, well he just sticks his head through the door, “hey can Penelope come in?”
He asks, she looks down to see she’s only in a bra and leggings, “I need a shirt first, but yeah.”
She rushes down the hall to her room and finds one of Spencers shirts and quickly puts it on, she returns to find Penelope smirking as she stands by the door, “I take it you’ve had a good morning.”
“We have,” Y/N smiles, “we were about to go get coffee and head to the park.”
“I just came to bother Spencer and make sure he went outside today, so I’ll get out of your wet hair,” Penelope looks at Spencer with another smirk, “have fun at the park.”
Y/N follows her to the door and Penelope pulls her into a hug, “I like you, thanks for taking care of our boy.”
She holds her a little tighter, “he’s my best friend in the whole world, Penelope, you don’t need to thank me.”
Technically it wasn’t a lie.
She pulls back with a smile, she pats Y/N on the shoulder and heads out, “I'll see you soon?”
“You will,” Y/N cheers back before closing her door. “Well, now they'll really believe you.”
Spencer laughs, “they’ll know within 5 minutes, she might even put it in the group chat.”
Y/N wraps her arms around him again, “you really are my best friend you know?”
He picks her up and twirls her as she holds on tighter with a laugh, “yes, and you’re my best friend, you know that?”
She nods against him, “do you want to come to my graduation and meet my family?”
“Sure,” he sets her back down but they don’t let go. “My mom's birthday is the week after, if you’d like to come to Vegas and see her with me?”
“Will I still be your fake girlfriend to her?” She’s not sure why she asks because the second that she does, her heart drops into her stomach.
“No, I can’t lie to her, but I’d still like her to meet my best friend?”
She gave him a chance to ask and he didn’t take it, she smiles and steps back, making herself look as convincingly happy as possible, “I’d love to meet the lady who made my favourite person.”
—
She spends most of Sunday night studying, Spencer is in her apartment and he’s watching her flick through case file after case file as she relearns all the information for her upcoming test. She was running the crime scene, they had a second fake murder, across state lines, that she was the head investigator on. She was busy memorizing every single fact about victim #1 so she could go into the crime scene in the morning with the most knowledge.
Spencer loved her.
He was terrified of that fact, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to just be her friend while everyone thought they were dating, and worse, how was he supposed to break up with her and explain why they still hang out? He never wanted to ‘break up’ with her. He wished the charade would go on forever so he could keep feeling the happiness she brings him.
“Did you want me to go so you can get some sleep tonight?” He asks after an hour of silence between them.
She turns to him with a frown, “no, I sleep better when you’re there anyway, and if we’re going in at the same time it’s convenient.”
“I’m just going to get my things ready for tomorrow and then I’ll be back, okay?” He stands from her couch and goes to walk past her but she wraps her arms around his legs and pulls in close.
Her head resting against his thigh, “whenever you’re home and you want to sleep in my bed with me, you don’t have to ask you can just crawl in, okay? Even if it’s after a case and I’m already asleep.”
His hand rests on the top of her head, petting her hair gently as he accepts her hug, “thank you.”
She lets go and looks up at him, “go get your stuff, I’m going to get ready for bed.”
“I’ll lock up when I come back?”
“Thank you,” she smiles.
And then he’s off, out the door and in his own apartment again within seconds.
He needs someone to talk to who knows what’s going on, and he couldn’t tell his mom because his problem included the fact that the sex was amazing it was the man reason he was so scared to sleep beside her every night. Because he was getting so used to sleeping with her, both sexually and not, that he never wanted to sleep with anyone else ever again.
He calls the only person he knows who isn’t going to judge him, waiting for her to pick up on the other end, “and to what do I owe the pleasure, Doctor Reid?”
“Hi, Elle,” he smiles, “how are you?”
“I’m just dandy, how long has it been since our last chat? A few months?”
“Six months 4 days,” he smiles, “I just called because I have a problem…”
“Oh, it must be big if you’re not going to Morgan unless it’s about him…”
“No,” he is quick to assure her, “I’m actually lying to him right now. I’m pretending to date my neighbour to get him off my ass, but then he ended up really liking her and we go on double dates now and I’m in love with Y/N and sleeping with her but she’s just fake dating me.”
“If this isn’t the most Spencer dilemma,” she laughs, “if you’re sleeping with her I can assure you she likes you, if it’s been more than once and she’s still wanting more, she’s probably also in love with you.”
“How do you know?”
“Well, for one, I slept with you,” she reminds him, “you’re good, Spence. Like multiple orgasms on the first night, put all your attention on your partner, good, and you’re nice… you’re a catch and if she agreed to this she must already like you?”
“She’s my best friend.”
“See?” He can hear her smile, “my mom always told me that you know they’re the one when they’re your best friend more than they’re your lover. Anyone can love you, but only special people know you like a best friend.”
“Okay, so what should I do?”
“Tell her.”
“No—“
“Yes, dumbass,” she cuts him off. “You can tell Penelope you love her, right?”
“that’s different.”
“No, you’re allowed to love your best friends, just tell her and watch how she reacts. If she says it back like it’s nothing, she liked you as a friend and the tone matters. If it’s just an ‘oh Spencer I love you too, buddy’ then you’re fucked. If she stutters or stops to look at you and you see her heart melt in her eyes, cause you have that effect on people, then she loves you.”
“Okay.”
“Trust me,” she whispers in a soothing tone, “you are the best person to love, you deserve someone who’s good for you, and by the way you talk about her, I know she’s good for you.”
“Thank you, for always being here for me even when I’m distant,” Spencer pushed the words out or else he never would. “I don’t say it enough, but I appreciate having you in my life still.”
“It doesn’t matter how much time goes between chats, I’m always going to love you,” she assures him.
“Thank you, I love you too,” he smiles before hanging up, it’s purely friendly and he remembers the way Elle said it to compare it to Y/N.
That’s his first mistake.
His second is returning back to Y/N and finding her naked and waiting in her bed, “you know, orgasms help you fall asleep?”
“Do they?” He smirks, completely forgetting everything he was going to do.
“And we have to get to sleep within the next hour to get 8 hours of sleep,” she makes another good point.
He pretends to sigh as he pushes his tack pants off and pulls his shirt over his head. Crawling into the bed and under the sheets, she wraps him up in her arms and kisses his neck.
He wants to tell her how badly he loves her as she’s taking him, he looks down at her pleasure-filled body and the way she’s begging for him to kiss her again, and he wants to say it so bad but he’s not going to ruin this for her. Instead, he puts all of his attention on her and rattles an orgasm through her body that’s so good she almost refuses to get up and pee before bed.
When she cuddles back into him, cleaned up and ready to actually sleep, he thinks about it for a while. He wants to say it and she can tell he’s holding something back, “what’s wrong? I can hear your brain malfunctioning.”
“I love you.”
“Oh,” she stills on his chest, breathing softly as she thinks about it and he can’t look at her.
She’s staring off into the darkness of the room and she doesn’t say anything back and his heart breaks a little. He’s not going to say anything else, he doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable, so he closes his eyes and he chants the word sleep in his mind until he’s unconscious.
But he doesn’t fall asleep because she’s running her fingers over his arms and she’s thinking just as hard as he was. “What are you thinking about?”
“I think I love you too.”
“Okay,” he pulls her in tighter.
“Best friends can be in love right?”
His third mistake is not realizing she’s just as scared of rejection as he is. She would rather call him a friend and think that was his meaning, rather than confess she was actually in love with him and risk ruining everything they’ve built.
He fully believes she asks because she thinks of him as just a friend, when she's really afraid that's what he means, "yeah, cause that's how I love you."
For a profiler and an aspiring one... they really didn’t see the connection.
“I think people expect too much from marriage today. They expect perfection. Every moment should be bliss. That’s TV or movies. But that is not the human experience. Twenty good minutes here, forty good minutes there, it adds up to something beautiful. The trick is when things aren’t so great, you don’t junk the whole thing. It’s okay to have an argument. It’s okay that the other one nudges you a little, bothers you a little. It’s part of being close to someone. But the joy you get from that same closeness―when you watch your children, when you wake up and smile at each other―that is a blessing. People forget that.”
— Mitch Albom, Have a Little Faith (via thoughtkick)
Full Fic in Chronological Order of The One Where Everyone Finds Out
Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader
Background Canon: Penelope Garcia x Derek Morgan
Category: Very, very fluffy.
Key: ~~~ = time shift within narrative; ++++++++= character perspective shift
TW: mentions of Maeve’s death, cursing, mentions of drug addiction and craving
After finally finishing this series, I got another question about the timeline and I directed them to the chronological order I’d published. They said that they wanted to reread it in order and…I went a little stir-crazy and took all the existing material and put it in chronological order. So, here it is, the 47 page, nearly 22,000 word story if you’d like to read it like this. Thank you for the love, can you not tell how much I miss this already? xx
Yall plz help me find this one fiction where Spencer and u pretend to be an old married couple to catch this one crazy couple counsellor I CANT FIND JT PLZ
summary: after 3 months of breaking things off with Spencer after he cheated on you, you realize you’re still wearing a ring of his
word count: 1,370 reading time aprox: 6 mins
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My thoughts hushed at the metal that was wrapped around my finger. A wave of serenity and nostalgia engulfed me in a plaguing warmth as it led me astray to a facade. The way that the silver anchored itself on my finger reminded me of the solidity of a relationship I desperately held onto. Yet the cold sting that pricked at the skin reminded me of how easily I let it slip through my fingers.
pls do a blurb about the polaroid in spence’s wallet🥺 i’d die to have a relationship like that😩
I got a whole bunch of requests for this one, and I’m inspired to write it right now 🥰
Here’s the post and here’s another
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Spencer couldn’t remember the last time he’d genuinely lost a came of cards. He’d lost plenty, just not by accident. He had to throw some every now and then or people would stop playing with him all together. So he lost today.
“Pay up kid, you owe me $10” Derek relaxes back in his seat on the jet, admiring his winning hand on the table between them.
“Yeah alright, you win this time” Spencer concedes, fishing his wallet out of his pocket to root for the bill. When he can’t find one he leaves it down on the table, searching for one in his satchel instead.
But he’s not really thinking straight when he just dumps the wallet on the table and it falls open.
Derek catches it before he does, snatching the wallet off the table and bringing it closer to him. Looking with shock, and what might be pride, at the photo tucked inside. A little Polaroid of you that Spencer had taken, it was of you laying in bed in nothing but a pair of red lace panties. You couldn’t make out much more than just your ass in the frame.
“Is this— have you been holding out on me?” Derek looks closer at the photo, “Is this real? Did you take this?” He chuckles.
Spencer didn’t really know what to say, the team didn’t know you were seeing each other yet, but he didn’t want Derek to think that this was just some picture he’d clipped from a magazine or something.
“Yes! I took it. Now give it back” Spencer reaches for his wallet but Derek just pulls it further from his grip. He doesn’t look convinced and he goes to remove the photo from its little plastic pocket.
“Don’t!” Spencer’s almost shouting now, just drawing attention this this whole fiasco. But when Derek pulls the Polaroid out he just exposes the one that has been tucked underneath it. Hidden by the less explicit one on top.
In this one it’s obviously you. Spencer took it right after you’d sucked him off the week before. Your lips are puffy and swollen, his cum dripping from you lips, coating your chin and sliding down to your neck. Your clavicle and the tops of your breasts are in the frame too, littered with marks and bruises, right in the places that no one on the team would see them.
“Y/N?” Derek says involuntarily, his eyes not believing what he was seeing. It’s just then that you wander over to their table, nestling in the seat next to Spencer.
You take a look at the table, the wallet and the two pictures still in plain view. Spencer wants to curl up in a ball, you were the prettiest person who’d ever even looked at him and he’d just fucked it up. He’s just sitting, waiting for you to get angry or upset, but it never comes.
You pick up the wallet, examining the photos, “I told you to put the one of my ass on top, just in case” you say to him, and his eyes blow wide.
“I— I did— Derek— he—” Spencer stammers out, he’s more thrown now that you don’t even seem to mind.
“You and pretty boy?” Dereks eyebrows shoot up in disbelief as you nod, “I can’t believe this” he chuckles, shaking his head.
“Well just count yourself lucky you didn’t see the Polaroids in my purse by mistake. Not sure you’d be able to handle those”
You hand Spencer back his wallet and plant a small kiss on his cheek before leaving them to their game.
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