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A/N: This was an entirely self-indulgent fic that I started months ago and finally was able to finish. Enjoy!
The first time it happened, he had been extremely worried. It was the two of you in a tiny Minnesota police station discussing the details of the case until you were slowly lowering yourself into a chair and ultimately losing consciousness. You woke up to worried eyes and a cold paper towel pressed to your forehead. Ultimately it led to you spilling your secret to the second person on the team, the first being Hotch due to HR.
The second time he was only a bit less worried. But by the third time, he had started noticing some warning signs and caught you before you fell.
Now, you were all gathered in a small conference room in a Florida police that was far too hot. Your heart was racing, palms sweating, and you could feel your stomach churning.
"Obviously, the unsub...the unsub is a classic narcissist...in his letters he exhibits..." You catch Spencer looking at you clearly noticing that something is wrong, but then your vision starts to blur and you wish you'd sat down. "He exhibits...Sorry."
Spencer is by your side in a second, his arms wrapping around yours and slowly lowering you to the ground so you don't hurt yourself. The team gasps as they see that you've gone unconscious.
"Can someone grab me a water, please?" Spencer asks hand coming to your wrist to check your pulse, silently checking how high your heart rate has gotten.
"Is she okay?" Penelope asks worriedly as JJ heads to get a water.
"She's alright. She'll be back in a minute or so." He assures his friend gently with a small smile. Slowly after a minute or so, you start to come to. Your head is spinning, your ears are ringing, your vision is still black around the edges, but when you see Spencer next to you, you remember everything. You rush to get up to hopefully stave off any more embarrassment, but Spencer had planned for that and holds you down gently.
"Hey. Hey. Just stay down for a second. It's okay." He says, taking the water from JJ and uncapping it. "When you feel like it, I'd like you to have some water and a seat, okay?"
"Okay." You breathe, accepting defeat. After all, there was no way you were going to win against a genius like Spencer. He had probably memorized every piece of literature ever written about fainting conditions. You didn't stand a chance.
"Alright?" He asks quietly, hand on your arm to hold you still.
"Yeah." You say.
"Do you think you can sit up?" He asks and you nod carefully. "Alright, slowly now." He helps you to sit slowly, still not daring to let you stand. To anyone else, it probably looks silly. Two FBI agents sitting on the floor of a conference room while the rest of their team stares worriedly. Especially with Spencer's lanky form, he's awkwardly sprawled across the floor, legs trying to dodge chairs and the table. But Spencer's attention is only on you. Helping you to lean back against the wall and then pressing the water bottle into your shaky hands.
"Drink." He says. The casual dominance in his tone isn't helping your racing heart or the funny feeling in your stomach. You manage a few small sips. "There you go." He says it so softly that you're sure only you can hear it.
"Are you alright?" It's Hotch who speaks first, breaking the silence from the rest of the team. Your usually very solemn boss is staring down at you with something you can only describe as worry etched across his usually stoic features. You're suddenly very aware that the rest of your coworkers are staring at you and Spencer as well.
"Uh. Yeah. Fine. Thanks." You say starting to stand up. Spencer keeps a hand on your arm to keep you steady, even as you frantically brush off the front of your pants to give your hands something to do. "Alright, as I was saying, the unsub exhibits classic narcissistic behaviors as seen in his letters." You say taking a seat and trying to continue with work as if nothing happens. Thankfully, Hotch obliges you and everyone gets back to discussing the case. About 20 minutes later, you catch a break and everyone heads out to try to catch the unsub.
"I don't think you can be any more obvious, lover boy." Derek says slinging his arm around Spencer's shoulder as they walk a few paces behind you towards the exit of the police station.
"Would you keep your voice down! She might hear you!" Spencer exclaims looking in your direction. You're too engrossed in a conversation with Hotch about tactical strategy to notice the panic on the genius's face.
"I think you two kids should just kiss and make up already." Derek smirks at Spencer.
"That statement would only make sense if we had been arguing, Morgan." Spencer says rolling his eyes.
"Whatever you say, lover." Derek says as Spencer brushes his arm off his shoulder and walks faster to get away from him.
“You didn’t notice anything different when you woke up. After all, you’d woken up like this nearly every day for the past 10 years up until 8 months ago. You didn’t notice the familiar warmth and rising and falling of a chest under your head, or the tuft of dark hair tickling your cheek, or the familiar scent that was still in the t-shirts you wore to bed every night if you tried hard enough to find it. You didn’t notice any of it until a hand started to move absentmindedly on your leg. Your leg that you now noticed was thrown over the hip of your soon to be ex-husband if you could ever bring yourself to sign the papers. Aaron had, per your request, after making some adjustments to the divorce agreement, but you couldn’t bring yourself to because then it would be real."
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can i request reader as being a massive flirt publicly towards spencer but when its Intimate and Private, reader is suddenly Stunned and Speechless and Blushing and spencer kinda gets the confidence to Do Stuff
im sorry if that was the stupidest described ask ever achh but lov u !
pairing: s9!spencer reid x bau!fem!reader
genre: established relationship, bombshell-ish(?) reader, fluff
warnings: 16+ for kind of suggestive? he’s so in love UGH
a/n: thank you for requesting !!
wc: 1.22k
Spencer thinks that you are the most beautiful person in the world. He thinks that you’re glowing every time you walk into the room– no matter how upset or disgruntled you may be– and as cliche as it may seem, he’s certain that swarms butterflies fill his stomach and cloud his mind. In fact, he thinks that you have always had that effect on him, ever since he’s met you. You’re touchy, and despite Spencer’s general aversion to physical touch, he finds that he doesn’t mind your germs much.
Very often he finds himself at your mercy, with the way your fingers brush against his face as if it’s nothing, as if that movement alone was something that you do with everyone (you’ve only ever done it with him). There are other instances where you’ve been very blatant in your attraction towards him, so much so that he ends up with his cheeks hot more often than not. A part of him is grateful that though you work in the FBI, it isn’t his division. He doubts he’d be able to see the end of it.
“Spencer,” you gush, curling your fingers into the ends of his hair. Or rather, lack of hair. “You got a haircut. You’re supposed to consult me first, you know.”
He laughs, looking up at you as you stand over him while he sits at his desk. “Is that what a good boyfriend is supposed to do?”
“Yes.” You speak with mock indignation, properly running your fingers through his hair from his fringe to the back of his head. “It’s so short.”
“Do you hate it?” There’s a momentary pang of unease that strikes at his heart. “Maybe I should have consulted you.”
“No, baby, it looks really good.” You smile at him, pressing a kiss to his hairline. “You’re warm. Do you have a fever?”
Of course I’m warm, Spencer wants to say while you continue to dote on him, your hands travelling to his collar next and brushing against his throat. You’re touching me in the middle of the bullpen.
He opts to not say anything when he sees your knowing smile. You’re doing this on purpose. He clicks his tongue, squeezing at your waist lightly as you lean over him to kiss his forehead. He’ll let you win this battle; he’s going to get you back.
***
He doesn’t really know how to get you back. There are a few harmless things he’d thought of doing: sneaking into your department and hiding your mug on the top shelf (he fears that you’d ask someone, a taller more handsome someone, to rescue it for you), not wearing the tie you picked out for him that morning (he can already envision your disappointed frown and his chest aches at the imaginary you getting upset because of him), and putting toothpaste in your Oreos (he doesn’t want to die).
All of these ideas go down the drain and he ends up not getting back at you for days. It doesn’t help that he’s been gone for a case while you’ve been stuck at home. It isn’t all bad, and a part of him wishes that he can hold himself to the same level of confidence as Derek when Penelope calls him with flirtatious motives. You do virtually the same thing.
Your words are honey as you shower him with compliments, ending him with a simple “Hey, gorgeous.”
It is enough to make his heart leap to his throat and his cheeks to warm to a pretty pink. There’s not much overlap between the Human Resources Branch and the BAU, especially considering that you assist more on the training and hiring side of things, so there aren’t many opportunities for you to fluster him when he’s out of the office. He finds that you always make an excuse.
“Hi,” he responds softly, avoiding the teasing gazes of Emily and Derek. “Is… are you okay?”
“Do I need to not be okay to talk to my lovely boyfriend?”
You’re teasing him, poking fun at the way he so easily surrenders to you. He resists the urge to run out the room.
“Stop,” he warns half-heartedly. He says your name quietly, tapping his fingers at the edge of the table. “Is there something you needed?”
He can practically hear you smile as you respond, the sound of your mouse clicking in the background. “Oh, yeah. My computer says that my storage is full. What do I do?”
“Your storage is full,” he repeats, smiling. “That’s why you called me?”
“It’s lunchtime in Santa Monica, right?”
He relents, cheeks hurting from how hot and stretched out they are. “Yes.”
“Then it shouldn’t be a problem.”
He puffs out a breath of air, running his fingers through his hair. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You’re lovely.” He can imagine you batting your eyes, your smile saccharine. “Don’t you wish that you were here, gorgeous?”
He’s definitely going to get you back.
***
Spencer goes to your apartment once the case ends, his eyes dreary with sleep and the horrors that he saw only a few hours prior. Your apartment key hangs next to his on his keychain– a limited edition Tardis charm that you got him for his birthday. He huffs out a breath, unlocking your door and stepping inside. He’s met with you dancing around in your kitchen, headphones on whilst holding a wooden spoon. A part of him is concerned with how easily he could slip into your home without being notice, but the other part can’t help but smile at how carefree you look, and he leans against the wall to stare.
He doesn’t get the opportunity to stare for long. It’s comical, the way you jump upon seeing him, eyes wide as you rip your headphones off.
“You’re back! You scared me.” A smile stretches across your lips while you press your palm to your chest whilst taking steps towards him. “Don’t do that ever again.”
Spencer laughs, toeing his shoes off and resting his hands on your waist. His head dips down to meet your gaze, peering up at you with a soft smile. “You look beautiful.”
Your cheeks glow warm and you break eye contact. “Yeah?”
“Mm.” He hooks his pointer finger under your chin, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I missed you.”
He notes the way you don’t respond, in some sort of daze while your lips part in both surprise and flusteredness. He understands your sentiments– it isn’t often that he initiates affection.
“Did you miss me, too?” Spencer asks softly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he speaks.
“Of course I did,” you croak out, heat building in your head.
Spencer chuckles, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He’s doing this on purpose, flustering you to the point of no return. He kisses you again, one hand holding the base of your head while the other squeezes at the flesh of your waist. It’s dizzying, the taste of coffee on his tongue and the feel of his fingers in your hair.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he murmurs once he’s pulled away. His thumb rubs a line from the back of your ear to where your jawline starts, and he can’t help but chuckle. “Where did that confidence go, hm?”
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