I wish I could wake up to my pussy being fucked by a fat cock, being held my the neck, body pushed down in the mattress. And then once he realizes I’m awake he starts pounding my pussy harder and harder until it hurts and I’m just a whimpering drooling mess. I wanna pass out from being overstimulated only to wake up finding myself covered in cum, unable to remember what happened <3
“I asked chatgpt–” I’m gonna stop you right there pal because I asked Penelope Garcia and she said you’re a whiny little bitch loser and we’re all laughing at you <3
Hoy he presenciado el eclipse desde Palencia, un acontecimiento que casi me hace llorar por la preciosidad que he presenciado. Y aún así, en ese momento, no podía parar de pensar en que tu estuvieras aquí conmigo, quizás me cogerías la mano o me mirarías como un loco enamorado, pero se que eso no es posible.
goddd i had a cool boss for literally one month and then they quit and the new guy just told me i need to start dressing more business casual. fuck my gay ass.
summary: Spencer Reid spends six months flirting. You spend six months not realizing he's flirting. The BAU spends six months losing money in Rossi's betting pool.
word count: ~2.5k
authors note: should I be sleeping? yes. will i be late for work tomorrow? yes. do I care? Not really.
just light rom com spencer x reader. not proof read.
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The thing about Spencer Reid was that he was terrible at being subtle, at least according to everyone else.
You, unfortunately, were completely immune to recognizing romantic interest when it was directed at you.
Which was why, six months after joining the BAU, you still hadn't figured out that Spencer was hopelessly, ridiculously in love with you.
The betting pool started because of a Tuesday.
Not a dramatic or life-changing Tuesday.
Just an ordinary Tuesday when you mentioned, in passing, that you hadn't slept well.
That was it. One sentence.
The next morning there was coffee waiting on your desk.
The morning after that there was coffee again.
And the morning after that.
Three weeks later Spencer was still showing up with coffee, exactly how you liked it.
No one mentioned it. At least not to either of you.
But Rossi quietly slid twenty dollars toward Emily. Emily accepted it without question. Across the room Luke raised an eyebrow. Garcia looked delighted.
Spencer remained completely unaware. You remained completely unaware. Everyone else was suffering.
The thing about Spencer was that he remembered everything. Most people found that impressive, however you found it comforting. You could mention something once and Spencer would remember it months later.
A favorite author.
A movie you loved as a kid.
A food allergy.
A random story from college.
It all stayed somewhere inside his mind. One afternoon you were searching your desk.
Spencer looked up from a file.
"What are you looking for?"
"My charger."
"It's in conference room B."
You blinked.
"What?"
"You left it there after the briefing."
"How do you know that?"
"You forgot it."
"As opposed to?"
"You forgetting it somewhere else."
You laughed, what made Spencer smile. The room collectively watched. Then looked away before either of you noticed.
A month later the team was flying home from a case. You fell asleep halfway through the flight. Nothing unusual.
The unusual part happened afterward, when the jet landed. You woke up covered with Spencer's suit jacket. Garcia nearly bit through her lip trying not to smile. Luke immediately looked toward Rossi. Rossi silently updated the betting pool.
You simply handed the jacket back.
"Thanks."
Spencer looked almost embarrassed.
"Of course."
Like covering you with his jacket was the most natural thing in the world. Which, to him, it was.
The problem wasn't that Spencer was subtle.
The problem was that he treated you differently in a hundred tiny ways, that only became obvious when people paid attention.
He always sat beside you during briefings, partnered with you when possible, saved you a seat on the jet, noticed when you were tired or stressed, or hungry, or upset.
The rest of the team noticed.
You didn't.
One afternoon Emily walked into the bullpen and stopped. Spencer was talking and you were laughing. Neither of you seemed aware that everyone else had stopped working. Your eyes blurry with tears, Spencer vividly gesticulating as he was telling you an old story about prank war he had with Derek, years ago.
Luke slowly slid into the chair beside Emily.
"How long do you think?"
Emily sighed.
"At this rate?"
"Yeah."
"Six months."
Luke nodded thoughtfully.
"Optimistic."
Across the room Garcia was already adding notes to the betting spreadsheet.
The funniest part was that Spencer thought he was hiding it.
Everyone knew. Everyone. Including suspects, witnesses, local police.
Once, during a case, a detective looked between you and Spencer and casually asked how long you'd been together.
You nearly choked. Spencer looked like he forgot how talking worked.
The detective immediately apologized.
The team spent three days making fun of him. Spencer never recovered.
The jealousy started by accident.
At least that's what Spencer told himself.
The team was interviewing witnesses at a local bar. You were speaking with one of them. A very attractive witness. A witness who was clearly more interested in you than helping with the case.
Spencer was trying not to stare.
He failed. Spectacularly.
The witness leaned closer, what made Spencer hate him immediately.
The witness said something and your smile vanished.
"Oh no," Luke muttered beside Spencer.
"What?"
"The poor idiot crossed a line."
Sure enough, you folded your arms.
"What exactly do you mean by that?"
The witness smirked. Spencer couldn't hear his response. Whatever it was, he didn't need to.
Your eyebrow lifted.
Three minutes later the witness looked like he'd lost an argument with a lawyer, a professor, and a disappointed mother all at once.
He practically fled.
You walked back toward the team.
"What happened?" JJ asked.
"He told me I'd be prettier if I smiled more."
Emily winced.
"Oof."
"He also suggested women usually aren't greatat this job."
Luke barked out a laugh.
"Well, he deserved whatever you said."
You shrugged.
"I simply informed him his confidence was unsupported by evidence. And that if he thinks me smiling more would help finding the killer, I'm glad his job is cleaning tables."
Rossi laughed into his coffee.
Spencer tried to hide his grin and failed. You caught it immediately.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"You look pleased."
Spencer shrugged.
"I enjoy watching arrogant people get embarrassed."
Your smile widened and Spencer forgot how breathing worked.
The breaking point came another two months later. The team was flying home after a case. Everyone was exhausted. Luke was asleep with his head tilted back. Garcia was scrolling through her phone. Emily and JJ were discussing paperwork. Rossi had somehow fallen asleep the second the jet left the ground.
You sat across from Reid.
He sat with a book open in his lap. Supposedly reading. You knew he was reading because he always read.
What you didn't know was that he'd been staring at the same page for fifteen minutes. Because you were sitting directly across from him. And because he was trying very hard not to think about how good you looked. He was failing miserably at that.
You sighed and stretched.
"Can I ask you something?"
Spencer glanced up.
"Of course."
"Why don't you date?"
A few seats away, Emily immediately looked interested. Luke cracked one eye open.
Spencer tried to focus back on the book.
"That's a broad question."
"I mean, you're smart."
He turned a page. The wrong page.
"Kind."
Another page. Still not reading.
"Funny."
The book lowered slightly.
"And ridiculously attractive."
Reid nearly dropped it.
Across the aisle, Luke looked ready to choke.
You continued obliviously.
"Anyone would be happy to be with you."
Spencer stared at the page, not reading a single word. Then he said, almost casually:
"Well, you don't seem interested."
You blinked.
"What?"
The words came out before he could stop them. His eyes widened slightly. The entire jet suddenly felt very quiet.
You stared.
Spencer stared at his book, very intensely.
Like maybe if he focused hard enough he could disappear into it.
"What do you mean?"
He swallowed, slowly lowered the book and looked at you.
"I mean..." He hesitated.
For once, Spencer Reid seemed completely unsure of himself. Then he gave a tiny shrug.
"You don't seem interested in dating me."
The silence was immediate. Absolute.
Across the jet, Luke's eyes snapped fully open. Garcia looked up from her phone. Emily stopped pretending not to listen. JJ pressed her lips together. Rossi looked awake all of a sudden.
You simply stared. Because surely you hadn't heard that correctly.
Spencer realized exactly what he'd just admitted. A faint blush spread across his face.
"Oh."
He looked away.
"That wasn't how I intended to say that."
You were still staring. Because suddenly everything made sense.
The coffee.
The jacket.
The attention to detail.
The jealousy.
The way he always found you first.
"Oh my God."
Spencer let out a quiet laugh.
"Yeah."
"Oh my God."
"I know."
You pointed at him. Completely horrified.
"You're flirting with me?"
Luke physically buried his face in his hands. Garcia made a noise somewhere between a scream and a laugh.
Spencer finally smiled.
Warm.
Fond.
A little smug.
He tilted his head.
"For like... two months now, thank you for noticing."
"Two months?"
Emily snorted.
"Try six."
Spencer groaned.
"Emily."
"What? She deserve the truth.
You looked confused.
"You knew about it?" You looked at everyone, trying to figure out what exactly is happening.
"Technically Rossi had the betting pool."
"I financed the betting pool," Rossi corrected.
You looked back at Spencer, furrowed brows, thinking. Analysing.
"You really like me?"
Spencer's expression softened immediately. Like the answer was obvious.
"Considering I haven't stopped thinking about you for almost a year?"
Your heart completely stopped.
"A year?"
Spencer closed his eyes.
"Please stop repeating that."
"A year?"
Luke laughed so hard he nearly fell out of his seat.
Garcia was openly crying.
And Spencer looked like he wanted the jet door to open so he could jump out.
"Yea" he admitted quietly. You smiled, not taking his eyes off of him.
"That's good" you said eventually and that made him curiously look at you.
"Good?"
"Yea. Because I like you too. For quite some time" you admitted, smiling fully now.
"You do?"
"Yes. Thank you for noticing" you couldn't help but mock him, as you intertwined your fingers on the small table inbetween you.
Garcia already started planning your wedding. JJ and Emily exchanged looks, knowing smirks. Luke just silently handed Rossi fifty bucks, mutting something that sounded like "one week too soon".
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