house md season 4 finales had me smoking out a window in the dead of the night type contemplative. house called for wilson to pick him up when he was drunk alone at the bar. like the writers kind of dangled house/amber what with the seduction dream sequence and the bartender saying she was his girlfriend for the night. but then you find out house wanted wilson and told her to go get him and only went on the bus after storming out refusing to go with her. amber only went to get house for wilson's sake too. amber had been well established to be a female version of house. and house got irrationally possessive and jealous over wilson since they actually seemed happy which led to house spending less time with wilson. he wanted to get him drunk and stay out together past 11pm. which could mean nothing. and then he risked his life and his brain to save her out of nothing but wanting to make wilson happy even if it wasn't with him. which could also mean nothing
Oh yeah, James Wilson is so cisgender haha, he’s the most cis man to ever -trips and spills my dozens of ftm James Wilson headcanons onto the floor- I mean he—he—he— he’s obviously a cis gay man, he -trying to scoop up the hundreds of index cards-
Author's Note: Hmmmmm Overstimulation with Spencer Reid while he sits on your cock 😞😞?? Yes. Yes Indeed.
Warning! Spencer, at first, asks reader to slow down, this is not (consensual) Non Con, and I do not write it and never will.
Reader ignores this and Spencer later changes his opinion, and asks him to continue. If you are uncomfortable with this, please do not read the first four paragraphs.
"MmMph!- PleAse, Pleaseee- Just.. sLow doWn!" Spencer begged as you rubbed his clit harshly, while your dick was pressed directly into his g-spot.
Spencer's voice cracked with desperation, his pleas escaping in ragged breaths. The room seemed to close in around him, every sound amplified—the rustle of fabric sheets, the heavy panting, the frantic heartbeat echoing in his chest. Your rubbing on his pussy was relentless, rough yet precise, each movement eliciting a shudder from him.
His eyes, wide and glistening, searched for mercy, but your determination was unyielding. Pressed so intimately against him, you could feel the tremors running through his body, a symphony of raw, unfiltered sensations.
Spencer's pleas began to blur into gasps of pleasure, his body responding despite his words. Each rough stroke sent waves of intense sensation coursing through him, igniting his nerves and making his skin tingle. His breath hitched, the initial tension melting into a haze of bliss.
His mind swam with the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure, a heady concoction that made him dizzy. The way you pressed against him, your heat seeping into his skin, only heightened the sensation. Spencer's fingers curled into the sheets -Just like yours were curled into him, electrifying- , clutching them as if they were his lifeline, his voice now a soft, broken whisper of your name. Despite his earlier protests, a part of him craved this intensity, the sheer, undeniable force of the pleasure you were giving him.
Spencer's gasps turned into broken moans, his initial resistance fading away. "Ooh God, it feELs... it feels sooo gOod," he breathed, his voice trembling with each word.
You leaned in closer, your breath hot against his ear. "I knew you'd like it," you murmured, your voice a low, seductive purr. Your movements became more deliberate, more controlled, each stroke designed to push him closer to the edge.
Spencer's eyes fluttered shut, his head falling back as he surrendered to the sensations. "Please... don't stop," he whispered, his voice barely audible. His body arched into your touch, seeking more of the pleasure that only you could give him.
"Never," you promised, your lips brushing against his skin. "I'll give you everything you want."
A flashback flickered through your mind—Spencer sitting across from you in a dimly lit room, he said he wanted to talk to you about something, urgently.
his cheeks flushed, his voice barely above a whisper, and he couldn't decide if his decision was more interesting than the ceiling.
"I've been wondering.. what it would be like," he admitted, avoiding your gaze. "To be ..completely at someone's mercy? I don't know.. how to put it, just to feel everything so intensely.."
"..What do you want from me, baby?" You lean forward, reaching over the coffee table to place a hand on his thigh, thumb stroking back and forth against his inner side.
"I want you- to push me, to make me beg, but also to make me feel... alive." That's all he could say before you jumped over the table, and onto him.
Back in the present, you intensified your touch, your movements more deliberate, each stroke designed to push him closer to the edge.
Spencer's eyes fluttered shut, his head falling back against your shoulder as he surrendered to the sensations.
Spencer's breaths came in rapid, shallow gasps, his body trembling as the pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo. His fingers clutched at the sheets, knuckles white, as he fought to hold onto the last threads of control. But your relentless touch, precise and unyielding, drove him closer and closer to the brink.
"Oh God, I'm... I'm gOIng tooo..." His voice was a strangled whisper, his eyes wide and glassy with need.
You pressed even closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you murmured, "Let go, Spence. Just let go." You cock your head to the side, in hopes of seeing his glorious expression instead of the back of his head.
With a final, desperate moan, Spencer's body arched sharply, every muscle tensing as he tipped over the edge. A wave of intense pleasure crashed over him, drowning out everything else. His mind went blank, lost in the overwhelming sensation, his cries mingling with the sound of his rapid heartbeat.
He shuddered violently around you, his body wracked with spasms as the climax tore through him, leaving him breathless and spent. As the waves of pleasure slowly subsided, he collapsed back against you, while you leaned back against the bed, his chest heaving, his skin glistening with sweat.
Spencer's body was still trembling in the aftershocks of his release, his breaths coming in shallow, erratic gasps. You could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat slowing under your touch, each beat a testament to the intensity of what he had just experienced. His skin, damp with sweat, glistened under the dim light, every inch of him still radiating the heat of passion.
You brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, your fingertips gentle and affectionate. "How are you feeling, Spencer?" you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper, a stark contrast to the fervent intensity that had filled the room moments ago.
You stayed close, your touch gentler now, soothing him as he came down from the high. Spencer's eyes fluttered open, a soft, satisfied smile curving his lips as he looked at you, his voice a shaky whisper. "Thank you... that was... incredible."
You chuckled softly, leaning in to press a tender kiss to his temple. "Just doing my job sweetie."
As the moments passed, the intensity of the recent experience began to mellow, replaced by a deep, comforting sense of closeness. You held Spencer in your arms, his head resting against your chest, both of you savouring the aftermath of your shared ecstasy. The world outside, usually so cruel and filled with dread, seemed distant and irrelevant, the only thing that mattered was the bond you shared.
In the quiet, intimate space of your connection, words became unnecessary. The gentle rhythm of your breathing, the warmth of your bodies entwined, and the silent understanding that passed between you spoke volumes. Spencer's eyes began to droop, exhaustion claiming him, but his expression remained one of serene contentment.
"Rest, my love," you whispered, pressing a final kiss to his forehead. "I'll be right here."
Soft snores came out of Spencer’s mouth as he lay beside you, deep in sleep. His arm was draped over you and his fingers had a light grip on your shirt, even in his sleep he needed to be latched onto you like a baby koala in some way.
You were reading a book and usually needed complete silence in order to focus on the words, but the sounds emitting from Spencer were more like white noise rather than something that bothered you. Maybe it was light enough to the point that it didn’t bother you or maybe you were just so head over feels for him that anything he did made you fall for him deeper.
Occasionally Spencer would open his eyes and quickly skim over the page to keep up with what you were reading. Even if the plot wasn’t something he was keen on he’d still take the time to read through it as he wanted to be up to date with your interests. Lord knows how many times he’d kept you up late at night talking about a new scientific journal he’d flipped through and knowing it wasn’t something you’re quite interested in, but you still listened to him and he wanted to return the favor.
Spencer would mumble out the lines he was reading and from the corner of your eye you saw his lips move along. His hand would reach up and rest on the back of your hand, his thumb lightly caressing the skin. It felt like he was tricking you to put the book down so you’d spend some time doting on him and you honestly wouldn’t mind. With his sleepy face and messy hair it was hard to ignore how adorable he looked and how he’d look even better with you snuggling in his arms.
cant a girl just be into pegging? cant she just have a little quirk???? cant she just want to give pleasure to her man?? let me ask you this… what is so bad about pegging? what is so WRONG that whenever i speak my little truth the world goes crazy. “omg blocked” or “digital footprint” ?! LEAVE ME ALONE. i don’t judge you guys. i’ve never once enjoyed a sub reader fic but you don’t see me blocking people you don’t see me telling people digital footprint. pegging is scientifically good for you it’s good for you and i would explain how but i can’t because i’m so smart and you guys don’t have the smartness like me to understand how pegging is good for you. also um what happened to feminism?????? are we just going to let the man always do the thrusting?! no i say we take a stance i say we fight back and peg our boyfriends and if you can’t get a boyfriend that’s fine that’s okay peg fictional characters. i’ll do both. because i have both. lots of both. more boyfriends tho… lots of freaking boyfriends…#pegging2024
Summary: Spencer has a crush. Spencer is falling for his new library pen pal. Spencer also has a blind date.
A/N: I have been thinking about this idea for a while now. This is a special birthday gift to the wonderful @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff!!
Beta Reader: Thank you to @snixkers for taking the time to give me feedback on this!!
Monthly Challenge: This is my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins’s ‘CM Pride Challenge!’
Couple: Dr.Spencer Reid x Male!Reader
Category: Fluff.
Content Warnings: Flirting. Bi!Spencer. Mutual Pining. Spencer is a Tortured Soul. Cursing. Alcohol Consumption. Second POV. Idiots in Love. Bind Date. Spencer freaks out/has a panic attack. Eludes to Sex.
Word Count: 3.1k
Masterlist
"Let's not look for silver linings
or send our wishes to the stars.
For there is danger in our pining,
and we are safer where we are."
~ 𝔏𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔏𝔢𝔞𝔳
Spencer knew he was acting rather childish, pretending to read one of the many books he’d previously grabbed off the shelves, but this was important.
He found his crush deep in a book of his own, curled up on the last plush sofa chair at the end of the fiction section. He wants to strike up a conversation with him so badly, but all he hears in his head are Morgan’s words of advice: ‘Let them come to you.’
Sure, easy for you to say, Spencer thinks as he sets his book back down on the shelf. That’s when he notices a small, neatly folded piece of paper placed intricately between the last two books he read here two days ago. Spencer carefully unfolded the pristine paper, noting the fine handwriting as he read down the page.
Cute Guy with Glasses,
I’ve been noticing you in here, thumbing through book after book before leaving abruptly. I normally would’ve tried to catch you on your way out, ask for your number, maybe.
I’m hoping you find this letter non-threatening.
I’m simply choosing to express my crush on you this way.
It’s easier on my nerves, not having to look you in the eyes while I show you my heart on my sleeve.
I’d like to get to know you.
Simply,
A Hopeless Romantic
Spencer quickly folded the paper back up and shoved it inside his satchel, suddenly feeling thirty degrees warmer than he did a second ago. He excused himself from the hidden shelves where you’d been watching him, wondering what his reaction would be to your courageous letter.
The moment the mystery man with glasses disappeared past the revolving doors, you quietly set down the book you’d been pretending to read, holding in your breath as you leave the wondrous world of books and coffee behind.
Spencer is so nervous as he inconspicuously walks in, darting straight to the same bookshelf where he’d found the letter last week. His team had just gotten back from their latest case, and Spencer was itching to make it back to the library on time.
He couldn’t help but notice the handsome stranger he’d been ogling over for the past month. The man was deep in his book and Spencer could only admire how whimsical he looked, cozy in the oversized chair.
When Spencer had sat down a few nights earlier to write back to Hopeless Romantic, he couldn’t help but wish they were one in the same. Poppycock, he thought as he shook his head and let his pen scroll over the delicate parchment.
Now here he was, carefully placing the letter just so on the same bookshelf they had left his letter. Spencer truly wanted to go find a corner and see who his mystery pen pal could be, but the universe had it in for him.
Emily had called him to say that a new case just came in and he was needed back at the B.A.U. as quickly as possible.
Once you watched the fluffy-haired man leave, you ventured over to the lonely bookshelf, peeking in through the book spines before noticing a folded letter tucked into one of your old favorites.
Dear Hopeless Romantic,
First, I need to say that I hope your letter was meant for me. You’d be surprised how often I get hit on, only to find I wasn’t meant to receive their affections.
I actually have an instinct to find this threatening, given what I do for a living, but in this context, as a good friend of mine pointed out to me, I now understand this is ‘written flirting.’
I wish I knew who you were.
I’ll start by asking you three questions:
What is your favorite book?
Do you like coffee or tea?
What is your most cherished memory?
To ensure that our letters never fall into the wrong hands, I vow to only place mine inside the binding of ‘Great Expectations,’ by Charles Dickens.
Until we can meet,
Guy with Glasses
You couldn’t help the small smile that spread across your face as you gathered your papers up inside your briefcase, making a mental note to ask the quirky guy in glasses at least three questions right back in your next letter.
The letters continued over the course of three months. Spencer learned his secret admirer’s favorite book was ‘Strangers on a Train,’ by Patricia Highsmith. They preferred coffee in the morning and tea in the evening. Their most cherished memory was swinging on the swing in their parents’ backyard before the divorce caused them to move.
Spencer quickly let them know he, too, knew what it was like growing up in a single-parent household. He gathered that their upbringing had nothing to do with a schizophrenic mother who was as forgetful as she was violent.
With each passing letter, Spencer grew more comfortable with his penpal, only going out of his way once or twice now to catch the wandering eye of his library crush. Spencer noticed his smile also grew bigger as he sat there cross-legged in the oversized chair.
Maybe he has a boyfriend- or a girlfriend, Spencer refrained.
“Hey, Spence!” Emily perked up as she caught her favorite genius on his way to the elevators. “Glad I caught you.”
“Oh, what’s up, Em?”
“So… remember how I promised you I wouldn’t meddle in your love life after Maxine?” Spencer rolled his eyes, playfully, at his best friend and boss.
He knew she meant well. After having to break up with Max, Spencer tried not to get tangled in any more women’s webs of flirtation.
“Alright, who is it?”
“R-really?” Emily blinked, not trusting that Spencer was actually okay with her setting him up on a blind date.
“Yes, really,” he tried to fake his best smile, knowing it couldn’t reach his ears. “C’mon, tell me all about them.”
“Okay, well, he’s gorgeous, prefers men, works in the V.A.P. department, likes Doctor Who, and… has been single for over three years.”
Spencer stood there in the elevator with her, chewing on the inside of his cheek. This guy does sound like my type, he mused, following Emily to her car. “When is the date?”
“Tonight.”
Toni- what?! “Excuse me?!?!!” Did he hear her correctly? Why would Emily not only set him up on a blind date behind his back, but also blindside him as well?!
“I figured we were all going out for drinks anyway, and– and your date’s team is also going to O'Keefe's…”
Spencer sighed. He knew Emily only wanted to see him happy. He supposed it was for the best. If their date went south, they could both just go back to their respective teams for the rest of the night.
“Okay, am I allowed to go home and change?”
“Oh, please, Spence, you wear practically the same thing everyday. He’s going to love you for being you, now stop fussing over your clothes, you look fine.”
Spencer huffed as he got in the car with Emily, his thoughts drifting back to his perfect library crush– and his even more perfect penpal. Suddenly, he no longer cared about his current state of dress; Spencer knew, no matter what, this date would end amicably on his side because his heart was already torn between two people.
“Alright, when we get inside, look for a guy wearing a Doctor Who scarf,” Emily explained to Spencer. “He should be waiting for you by the bar. Good luck, Spence… and, please try to enjoy yourself.”
Spencer nodded with a soft ‘okay’ before following Emily inside.
As she walked over to the booth where the rest of their team was, Spencer’s eyes roamed the bar, finding someone he hadn’t expected to see.
There, sitting leisurely at the bar was the man Spencer had been stupidly pining over since he first laid eyes on him months ago in the library. Spencer felt his entire body pause, only able to watch as his crush took a sip of his drink, looking entirely too damn good as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
Fuck, knowing my luck, he’s most likely there trying to pick up women. I definitely can’t be his type at all. What the fuck am I doing? Spencer shook his head as he desperately attempted to tear his gaze from the gorgeous man to see if any other patrons sitting around the bar had a Doctor Who scarf around their neck.
When Spencer looked back to the booth where his colleagues were, both Emily and Luke gave him a thumbs up with wide smiles. He shook his head, trying to hide the blush he felt coursing through his entire body. He frantically moved to unbutton his shirt a little, feeling his skin cool down a bit as he closed his eyes to calm himself.
When he opened his eyes, they widened in shock.
The man from the library was still perched in the same stool, only this time Spencer saw him with a beautiful hand-sewn scarf with detailing that greatly resembled the Tardis, and well as the Weeping Angels.
The reality of this finding hit Spencer like a shock to his system.
The beautiful man from the library was the same man Emily had set him up with. He was Spencer’s blind date.
Fuck!
Spencer frantically moved his converse clad feet backward in the direction of the door. He couldn’t move fast enough, feeling the chilly air hit his face, bringing the term ‘whiplash’ to an entirely new level.
Spencer felt his whole body constricting in on itself, looking for a bench to sit down on and collect his thoughts while allowing his entire being to calm the fuck down.
He moved to sit on a bench down the sidewalk, letting his upper body fall so his chest was settled between his legs. As Spencer focused on his breathing, breathing in, and breathing out, he realized his mistake.
Spencer had his chance to flirt with the cute guy from the library and he blew it. Morgan would be having a field day over this, Spencer just knew it.
Once he felt calm and collected enough to sit upright, Spencer heard someone clear their throat behind him.
“Excuse me, sir, are you okay?”
You’d been less than enthralled at the sudden notice that you’d been set up with a guy from the Behavioral Analysis Unit. It wasn’t a lie when you rambled to your partner about your stupid crush on the flawless man from the library.
Hell, they even encouraged you to start by writing a letter to him, telling him how you feel. The animosity of it all, knowing he, too, willinging engaged in your own literacy world was enough to keep the spark you felt for him burning like a candle that couldn’t melt.
By the time you’d been told you had a blind date to get ready for, you knew it couldn’t lead anywhere, no matter how gorgeous this Dr. Reid of the B.A.U. is. Your heart irrevocably belonged to the Cute Guy with Glasses who shamelessly flirts with you between the pages of your letters.
You relented, choosing to go through the motions, hoping your date would understand and maybe find someone else to spend their evening with.
You were told to wear your favorite scarf, something you and your date had in common. When you first settled yourself at the bar, you kept your scarf hidden, hoping that your date would think you stood them up. It was cruel, yes, but you were second-guessing yourself.
After a half-hour went by, you wrapped the scarf around your neck loosely, knowing you’d soon vacant the bar stool in favor of walking down the street to the library, hoping Cute Guy in Glasses would be there.
Once outside the bar, you heard a man breathing heavily, looking to see that he was bent over on the nearest bench. The good samaritan in you could just ignore him.
“Excuse me, sir, are you okay?”
When the curly-haired man straightened his upper body up to see who you were, both your eyes widened in disbelief.
The man on the bench was the Cute Guy in Glasses!
“S-sorry to bother you, I just– you looked like you were having a panic attack, and I just– I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
You wanted to back away, let the ground swallow you before you did something positively stupid in front of your crush.
Turns out, the world was not on your side.
“Can I join you?”
Your crush simply laughed as he moved to allow you space to sit next to him. As you moved to sit down, he gave you a look as if he was trying desperately hard not to laugh.
“You– you want to join me in having a panic attack?” You couldn’t help but giggle a bit, as well, knowing you’ve at least broken the ice a little with him.
“No, I just.. I actually was just in O’Keefe’s for a date who stood me up,” you relented. “So, to make my night better, I came out to head over to the Neighborhood Library… to, um, to look for… you, actually.”
The strangely cute man simply blinked slowly at you.
Unbeknownst to you, three things clicked for Spencer in that moment:
You and Hopeless Romantic are the same person.
You’re his blind date.
He just stood up his crush, who he’s hopelessly in love with.
“I– you… what?” You smiled widely at him, choosing to give him a small reprieve as you settled a little closer to him on the bench.
“Allow me to introduce myself, I’m Y/N Y/l/N. You must be Dr. Spencer Reid.”
Spencer looked over at you with such wonder, confusement, and guilt.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry! I had no idea you were my date!”
Now it was your turn to look puzzled.
“Ho– How do you know my name? Emily never gave me yours.”
You explained to him that your best friend and partner helped arrange the date, choosing to give you his name in hopes of helping you feel more comfortable when Spencer showed up.
“Also, I’ve always wanted to ask you, why did you bolt from the library so quickly after reading the first letter I ever wrote you?” Spencer looked at you oddly, going back in his cranial archive to pull out the information you were asking for.
“Oh, I– I work for the B.A.U., which you know, so.. We had a case and I had to get back to Quantico as quickly as possible.”
The two of you walked together to the library, and just before you turned the corner, you reached out for Spencer’s hand as gently as you could. You were pleasantly surprised to feel how soft and warm his hands were compared to your own.
Once inside, you both made your way to the lonely bookshelf, the very same one that brought you two together without even realizing it.
“From the first moment I met you, I knew I had to get to know you,” you confessed, feeling Spencer squeeze your hand, affectionately, as he thumbed through the books with his other hand.
“I spent all those months pining over the you who I saw always sitting in that chair, and I…” Spencer paused, lowering his voice while hesitantly brushing his lips over yours. “..I fell in love with the you who moonlighted as the Hopeless Romantic within the pages you gave me.”
You were visibly taken back by Spencer’s confession. Only in your wildest dreams had you imagined the cute, curly-haired man with glasses would express his undying love for you.
Now, there was truly only one thing your heart and head agreed on and you slowly stepped closer within Spencer’s personal space.
You maintained eye contact with him as you raised your hands to grip the back of his neck, leaning him down slightly until your lips tentatively grazed against his.
Within seconds, the dam broke between you. His lips crashed against yours while his tongue invited yours to dance alongside his, pleading for dominance, which you relinquished in an instant.
Your hands tangled in his curls, causing Spencer to moan into your mouth. The sound was so arousing that you both flushed your bodies against each other, not caring about any passersby who might stare.
If they did, they would only see two men so astoundingly in love with each other that they just couldn’t not kiss right here in the library near the loneliest shelf in existence.
As the two of you break apart, you let your foreheads rest against together, allowing each of you to slowly steady your beating hearts.
“I know this might sound.. forward,” Spencer breathed out against your lips, “but, would you like to go back to my place?”
You hummed in agreement, letting your lips travel along his jawline until you settled in that beloved sweet spot where his neck and shoulder meet.
“I’d love to.. Doctor.”
Spencer groaned as he relished in your desperate attempt to persuade him to lead you both out of the library to his apartment.
“We—uhh, need to.. fuck! Ohh.. slow down..”
You understand what he was trying to say, so you reluctantly removed your lips from his skin, choosing to guide him into a passionate kiss that left you both incredibly breathless.
“Lead the way, Dr. Reid.”
You smirked as Spencer took your hand, feeling a loving warmth underneath the heat of the moment.
You knew tonight would be special beyond anything you could’ve ever imagined.
The next morning, Spencer didn’t even bother putting on new clothes, wanting to slyly give his team a reason to ask him about his night.
Normally, he’d always been the one who never had plans, never had a night out with the team where he left with someone and actually had a story worth telling the following day.
“Spence, hey.. looking good, did you enjoy yourself last night?” Luke winked at him, already aware he’d gone home with his blind date.
Soon, Emily and J.J. walked in, the two of them eyeing the genius up and down.
“Are those.. the same clothes you wore yesterday?”
Spencer was quick to retort, “Well, Em, you said I practically wear the same thing every day, didnt you?”
Both women laughed as they gave Spencer a knowing smile before leaving to their respective offices.
“So.. I didn’t realize you were the type to fuck them on the first date, let alone a blind one,” Luke chucked as he coaxed Spencer to spill more details.
Spencer was prepared for this exact moment.
“I hadn’t, either, but, you know what?”
Luke leaned in closer, wanting to hear the good doctor’s gossip.
“I’m positive I’m a cute guy with glasses who’s in love with a hopeless romantic.”
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Summary: Spencer has a crush. Spencer is falling for his new library pen pal. Spencer also has a blind date.
A/N: I have been thinking about this idea for a while now. This is a special birthday gift to the wonderful @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff!!
Beta Reader: Thank you to @snixkers for taking the time to give me feedback on this!!
Monthly Challenge: This is my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins’s ‘CM Pride Challenge!’
Couple: Dr.Spencer Reid x Male!Reader
Category: Fluff.
Content Warnings: Flirting. Bi!Spencer. Mutual Pining. Spencer is a Tortured Soul. Cursing. Alcohol Consumption. Second POV. Idiots in Love. Bind Date. Spencer freaks out/has a panic attack. Eludes to Sex.
Word Count: 3.1k
Masterlist
"Let's not look for silver linings
or send our wishes to the stars.
For there is danger in our pining,
and we are safer where we are."
~ 𝔏𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔏𝔢𝔞𝔳
Spencer knew he was acting rather childish, pretending to read one of the many books he’d previously grabbed off the shelves, but this was important.
He found his crush deep in a book of his own, curled up on the last plush sofa chair at the end of the fiction section. He wants to strike up a conversation with him so badly, but all he hears in his head are Morgan’s words of advice: ‘Let them come to you.’
Sure, easy for you to say, Spencer thinks as he sets his book back down on the shelf. That’s when he notices a small, neatly folded piece of paper placed intricately between the last two books he read here two days ago. Spencer carefully unfolded the pristine paper, noting the fine handwriting as he read down the page.
Cute Guy with Glasses,
I’ve been noticing you in here, thumbing through book after book before leaving abruptly. I normally would’ve tried to catch you on your way out, ask for your number, maybe.
I’m hoping you find this letter non-threatening.
I’m simply choosing to express my crush on you this way.
It’s easier on my nerves, not having to look you in the eyes while I show you my heart on my sleeve.
I’d like to get to know you.
Simply,
A Hopeless Romantic
Spencer quickly folded the paper back up and shoved it inside his satchel, suddenly feeling thirty degrees warmer than he did a second ago. He excused himself from the hidden shelves where you’d been watching him, wondering what his reaction would be to your courageous letter.
The moment the mystery man with glasses disappeared past the revolving doors, you quietly set down the book you’d been pretending to read, holding in your breath as you leave the wondrous world of books and coffee behind.
Spencer is so nervous as he inconspicuously walks in, darting straight to the same bookshelf where he’d found the letter last week. His team had just gotten back from their latest case, and Spencer was itching to make it back to the library on time.
He couldn’t help but notice the handsome stranger he’d been ogling over for the past month. The man was deep in his book and Spencer could only admire how whimsical he looked, cozy in the oversized chair.
When Spencer had sat down a few nights earlier to write back to Hopeless Romantic, he couldn’t help but wish they were one in the same. Poppycock, he thought as he shook his head and let his pen scroll over the delicate parchment.
Now here he was, carefully placing the letter just so on the same bookshelf they had left his letter. Spencer truly wanted to go find a corner and see who his mystery pen pal could be, but the universe had it in for him.
Emily had called him to say that a new case just came in and he was needed back at the B.A.U. as quickly as possible.
Once you watched the fluffy-haired man leave, you ventured over to the lonely bookshelf, peeking in through the book spines before noticing a folded letter tucked into one of your old favorites.
Dear Hopeless Romantic,
First, I need to say that I hope your letter was meant for me. You’d be surprised how often I get hit on, only to find I wasn’t meant to receive their affections.
I actually have an instinct to find this threatening, given what I do for a living, but in this context, as a good friend of mine pointed out to me, I now understand this is ‘written flirting.’
I wish I knew who you were.
I’ll start by asking you three questions:
What is your favorite book?
Do you like coffee or tea?
What is your most cherished memory?
To ensure that our letters never fall into the wrong hands, I vow to only place mine inside the binding of ‘Great Expectations,’ by Charles Dickens.
Until we can meet,
Guy with Glasses
You couldn’t help the small smile that spread across your face as you gathered your papers up inside your briefcase, making a mental note to ask the quirky guy in glasses at least three questions right back in your next letter.
The letters continued over the course of three months. Spencer learned his secret admirer’s favorite book was ‘Strangers on a Train,’ by Patricia Highsmith. They preferred coffee in the morning and tea in the evening. Their most cherished memory was swinging on the swing in their parents’ backyard before the divorce caused them to move.
Spencer quickly let them know he, too, knew what it was like growing up in a single-parent household. He gathered that their upbringing had nothing to do with a schizophrenic mother who was as forgetful as she was violent.
With each passing letter, Spencer grew more comfortable with his penpal, only going out of his way once or twice now to catch the wandering eye of his library crush. Spencer noticed his smile also grew bigger as he sat there cross-legged in the oversized chair.
Maybe he has a boyfriend- or a girlfriend, Spencer refrained.
“Hey, Spence!” Emily perked up as she caught her favorite genius on his way to the elevators. “Glad I caught you.”
“Oh, what’s up, Em?”
“So… remember how I promised you I wouldn’t meddle in your love life after Maxine?” Spencer rolled his eyes, playfully, at his best friend and boss.
He knew she meant well. After having to break up with Max, Spencer tried not to get tangled in any more women’s webs of flirtation.
“Alright, who is it?”
“R-really?” Emily blinked, not trusting that Spencer was actually okay with her setting him up on a blind date.
“Yes, really,” he tried to fake his best smile, knowing it couldn’t reach his ears. “C’mon, tell me all about them.”
“Okay, well, he’s gorgeous, prefers men, works in the V.A.P. department, likes Doctor Who, and… has been single for over three years.”
Spencer stood there in the elevator with her, chewing on the inside of his cheek. This guy does sound like my type, he mused, following Emily to her car. “When is the date?”
“Tonight.”
Toni- what?! “Excuse me?!?!!” Did he hear her correctly? Why would Emily not only set him up on a blind date behind his back, but also blindside him as well?!
“I figured we were all going out for drinks anyway, and– and your date’s team is also going to O'Keefe's…”
Spencer sighed. He knew Emily only wanted to see him happy. He supposed it was for the best. If their date went south, they could both just go back to their respective teams for the rest of the night.
“Okay, am I allowed to go home and change?”
“Oh, please, Spence, you wear practically the same thing everyday. He’s going to love you for being you, now stop fussing over your clothes, you look fine.”
Spencer huffed as he got in the car with Emily, his thoughts drifting back to his perfect library crush– and his even more perfect penpal. Suddenly, he no longer cared about his current state of dress; Spencer knew, no matter what, this date would end amicably on his side because his heart was already torn between two people.
“Alright, when we get inside, look for a guy wearing a Doctor Who scarf,” Emily explained to Spencer. “He should be waiting for you by the bar. Good luck, Spence… and, please try to enjoy yourself.”
Spencer nodded with a soft ‘okay’ before following Emily inside.
As she walked over to the booth where the rest of their team was, Spencer’s eyes roamed the bar, finding someone he hadn’t expected to see.
There, sitting leisurely at the bar was the man Spencer had been stupidly pining over since he first laid eyes on him months ago in the library. Spencer felt his entire body pause, only able to watch as his crush took a sip of his drink, looking entirely too damn good as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
Fuck, knowing my luck, he’s most likely there trying to pick up women. I definitely can’t be his type at all. What the fuck am I doing? Spencer shook his head as he desperately attempted to tear his gaze from the gorgeous man to see if any other patrons sitting around the bar had a Doctor Who scarf around their neck.
When Spencer looked back to the booth where his colleagues were, both Emily and Luke gave him a thumbs up with wide smiles. He shook his head, trying to hide the blush he felt coursing through his entire body. He frantically moved to unbutton his shirt a little, feeling his skin cool down a bit as he closed his eyes to calm himself.
When he opened his eyes, they widened in shock.
The man from the library was still perched in the same stool, only this time Spencer saw him with a beautiful hand-sewn scarf with detailing that greatly resembled the Tardis, and well as the Weeping Angels.
The reality of this finding hit Spencer like a shock to his system.
The beautiful man from the library was the same man Emily had set him up with. He was Spencer’s blind date.
Fuck!
Spencer frantically moved his converse clad feet backward in the direction of the door. He couldn’t move fast enough, feeling the chilly air hit his face, bringing the term ‘whiplash’ to an entirely new level.
Spencer felt his whole body constricting in on itself, looking for a bench to sit down on and collect his thoughts while allowing his entire being to calm the fuck down.
He moved to sit on a bench down the sidewalk, letting his upper body fall so his chest was settled between his legs. As Spencer focused on his breathing, breathing in, and breathing out, he realized his mistake.
Spencer had his chance to flirt with the cute guy from the library and he blew it. Morgan would be having a field day over this, Spencer just knew it.
Once he felt calm and collected enough to sit upright, Spencer heard someone clear their throat behind him.
“Excuse me, sir, are you okay?”
You’d been less than enthralled at the sudden notice that you’d been set up with a guy from the Behavioral Analysis Unit. It wasn’t a lie when you rambled to your partner about your stupid crush on the flawless man from the library.
Hell, they even encouraged you to start by writing a letter to him, telling him how you feel. The animosity of it all, knowing he, too, willinging engaged in your own literacy world was enough to keep the spark you felt for him burning like a candle that couldn’t melt.
By the time you’d been told you had a blind date to get ready for, you knew it couldn’t lead anywhere, no matter how gorgeous this Dr. Reid of the B.A.U. is. Your heart irrevocably belonged to the Cute Guy with Glasses who shamelessly flirts with you between the pages of your letters.
You relented, choosing to go through the motions, hoping your date would understand and maybe find someone else to spend their evening with.
You were told to wear your favorite scarf, something you and your date had in common. When you first settled yourself at the bar, you kept your scarf hidden, hoping that your date would think you stood them up. It was cruel, yes, but you were second-guessing yourself.
After a half-hour went by, you wrapped the scarf around your neck loosely, knowing you’d soon vacant the bar stool in favor of walking down the street to the library, hoping Cute Guy in Glasses would be there.
Once outside the bar, you heard a man breathing heavily, looking to see that he was bent over on the nearest bench. The good samaritan in you could just ignore him.
“Excuse me, sir, are you okay?”
When the curly-haired man straightened his upper body up to see who you were, both your eyes widened in disbelief.
The man on the bench was the Cute Guy in Glasses!
“S-sorry to bother you, I just– you looked like you were having a panic attack, and I just– I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
You wanted to back away, let the ground swallow you before you did something positively stupid in front of your crush.
Turns out, the world was not on your side.
“Can I join you?”
Your crush simply laughed as he moved to allow you space to sit next to him. As you moved to sit down, he gave you a look as if he was trying desperately hard not to laugh.
“You– you want to join me in having a panic attack?” You couldn’t help but giggle a bit, as well, knowing you’ve at least broken the ice a little with him.
“No, I just.. I actually was just in O’Keefe’s for a date who stood me up,” you relented. “So, to make my night better, I came out to head over to the Neighborhood Library… to, um, to look for… you, actually.”
The strangely cute man simply blinked slowly at you.
Unbeknownst to you, three things clicked for Spencer in that moment:
You and Hopeless Romantic are the same person.
You’re his blind date.
He just stood up his crush, who he’s hopelessly in love with.
“I– you… what?” You smiled widely at him, choosing to give him a small reprieve as you settled a little closer to him on the bench.
“Allow me to introduce myself, I’m Y/N Y/l/N. You must be Dr. Spencer Reid.”
Spencer looked over at you with such wonder, confusement, and guilt.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry! I had no idea you were my date!”
Now it was your turn to look puzzled.
“Ho– How do you know my name? Emily never gave me yours.”
You explained to him that your best friend and partner helped arrange the date, choosing to give you his name in hopes of helping you feel more comfortable when Spencer showed up.
“Also, I’ve always wanted to ask you, why did you bolt from the library so quickly after reading the first letter I ever wrote you?” Spencer looked at you oddly, going back in his cranial archive to pull out the information you were asking for.
“Oh, I– I work for the B.A.U., which you know, so.. We had a case and I had to get back to Quantico as quickly as possible.”
The two of you walked together to the library, and just before you turned the corner, you reached out for Spencer’s hand as gently as you could. You were pleasantly surprised to feel how soft and warm his hands were compared to your own.
Once inside, you both made your way to the lonely bookshelf, the very same one that brought you two together without even realizing it.
“From the first moment I met you, I knew I had to get to know you,” you confessed, feeling Spencer squeeze your hand, affectionately, as he thumbed through the books with his other hand.
“I spent all those months pining over the you who I saw always sitting in that chair, and I…” Spencer paused, lowering his voice while hesitantly brushing his lips over yours. “..I fell in love with the you who moonlighted as the Hopeless Romantic within the pages you gave me.”
You were visibly taken back by Spencer’s confession. Only in your wildest dreams had you imagined the cute, curly-haired man with glasses would express his undying love for you.
Now, there was truly only one thing your heart and head agreed on and you slowly stepped closer within Spencer’s personal space.
You maintained eye contact with him as you raised your hands to grip the back of his neck, leaning him down slightly until your lips tentatively grazed against his.
Within seconds, the dam broke between you. His lips crashed against yours while his tongue invited yours to dance alongside his, pleading for dominance, which you relinquished in an instant.
Your hands tangled in his curls, causing Spencer to moan into your mouth. The sound was so arousing that you both flushed your bodies against each other, not caring about any passersby who might stare.
If they did, they would only see two men so astoundingly in love with each other that they just couldn’t not kiss right here in the library near the loneliest shelf in existence.
As the two of you break apart, you let your foreheads rest against together, allowing each of you to slowly steady your beating hearts.
“I know this might sound.. forward,” Spencer breathed out against your lips, “but, would you like to go back to my place?”
You hummed in agreement, letting your lips travel along his jawline until you settled in that beloved sweet spot where his neck and shoulder meet.
“I’d love to.. Doctor.”
Spencer groaned as he relished in your desperate attempt to persuade him to lead you both out of the library to his apartment.
“We—uhh, need to.. fuck! Ohh.. slow down..”
You understand what he was trying to say, so you reluctantly removed your lips from his skin, choosing to guide him into a passionate kiss that left you both incredibly breathless.
“Lead the way, Dr. Reid.”
You smirked as Spencer took your hand, feeling a loving warmth underneath the heat of the moment.
You knew tonight would be special beyond anything you could’ve ever imagined.
The next morning, Spencer didn’t even bother putting on new clothes, wanting to slyly give his team a reason to ask him about his night.
Normally, he’d always been the one who never had plans, never had a night out with the team where he left with someone and actually had a story worth telling the following day.
“Spence, hey.. looking good, did you enjoy yourself last night?” Luke winked at him, already aware he’d gone home with his blind date.
Soon, Emily and J.J. walked in, the two of them eyeing the genius up and down.
“Are those.. the same clothes you wore yesterday?”
Spencer was quick to retort, “Well, Em, you said I practically wear the same thing every day, didnt you?”
Both women laughed as they gave Spencer a knowing smile before leaving to their respective offices.
“So.. I didn’t realize you were the type to fuck them on the first date, let alone a blind one,” Luke chucked as he coaxed Spencer to spill more details.
Spencer was prepared for this exact moment.
“I hadn’t, either, but, you know what?”
Luke leaned in closer, wanting to hear the good doctor’s gossip.
“I’m positive I’m a cute guy with glasses who’s in love with a hopeless romantic.”
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Summary: Spencer has a crush. Spencer is falling for his new library pen pal. Spencer also has a blind date.
A/N: I have been thinking about this idea for a while now. This is a special birthday gift to the wonderful @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff!!
Beta Reader: Thank you to @snixkers for taking the time to give me feedback on this!!
Monthly Challenge: This is my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins’s ‘CM Pride Challenge!’
Couple: Dr.Spencer Reid x Male!Reader
Category: Fluff.
Content Warnings: Flirting. Bi!Spencer. Mutual Pining. Spencer is a Tortured Soul. Cursing. Alcohol Consumption. Second POV. Idiots in Love. Bind Date. Spencer freaks out/has a panic attack. Eludes to Sex.
Word Count: 3.1k
Masterlist
"Let's not look for silver linings
or send our wishes to the stars.
For there is danger in our pining,
and we are safer where we are."
~ 𝔏𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔏𝔢𝔞𝔳
Spencer knew he was acting rather childish, pretending to read one of the many books he’d previously grabbed off the shelves, but this was important.
He found his crush deep in a book of his own, curled up on the last plush sofa chair at the end of the fiction section. He wants to strike up a conversation with him so badly, but all he hears in his head are Morgan’s words of advice: ‘Let them come to you.’
Sure, easy for you to say, Spencer thinks as he sets his book back down on the shelf. That’s when he notices a small, neatly folded piece of paper placed intricately between the last two books he read here two days ago. Spencer carefully unfolded the pristine paper, noting the fine handwriting as he read down the page.
Cute Guy with Glasses,
I’ve been noticing you in here, thumbing through book after book before leaving abruptly. I normally would’ve tried to catch you on your way out, ask for your number, maybe.
I’m hoping you find this letter non-threatening.
I’m simply choosing to express my crush on you this way.
It’s easier on my nerves, not having to look you in the eyes while I show you my heart on my sleeve.
I’d like to get to know you.
Simply,
A Hopeless Romantic
Spencer quickly folded the paper back up and shoved it inside his satchel, suddenly feeling thirty degrees warmer than he did a second ago. He excused himself from the hidden shelves where you’d been watching him, wondering what his reaction would be to your courageous letter.
The moment the mystery man with glasses disappeared past the revolving doors, you quietly set down the book you’d been pretending to read, holding in your breath as you leave the wondrous world of books and coffee behind.
Spencer is so nervous as he inconspicuously walks in, darting straight to the same bookshelf where he’d found the letter last week. His team had just gotten back from their latest case, and Spencer was itching to make it back to the library on time.
He couldn’t help but notice the handsome stranger he’d been ogling over for the past month. The man was deep in his book and Spencer could only admire how whimsical he looked, cozy in the oversized chair.
When Spencer had sat down a few nights earlier to write back to Hopeless Romantic, he couldn’t help but wish they were one in the same. Poppycock, he thought as he shook his head and let his pen scroll over the delicate parchment.
Now here he was, carefully placing the letter just so on the same bookshelf they had left his letter. Spencer truly wanted to go find a corner and see who his mystery pen pal could be, but the universe had it in for him.
Emily had called him to say that a new case just came in and he was needed back at the B.A.U. as quickly as possible.
Once you watched the fluffy-haired man leave, you ventured over to the lonely bookshelf, peeking in through the book spines before noticing a folded letter tucked into one of your old favorites.
Dear Hopeless Romantic,
First, I need to say that I hope your letter was meant for me. You’d be surprised how often I get hit on, only to find I wasn’t meant to receive their affections.
I actually have an instinct to find this threatening, given what I do for a living, but in this context, as a good friend of mine pointed out to me, I now understand this is ‘written flirting.’
I wish I knew who you were.
I’ll start by asking you three questions:
What is your favorite book?
Do you like coffee or tea?
What is your most cherished memory?
To ensure that our letters never fall into the wrong hands, I vow to only place mine inside the binding of ‘Great Expectations,’ by Charles Dickens.
Until we can meet,
Guy with Glasses
You couldn’t help the small smile that spread across your face as you gathered your papers up inside your briefcase, making a mental note to ask the quirky guy in glasses at least three questions right back in your next letter.
The letters continued over the course of three months. Spencer learned his secret admirer’s favorite book was ‘Strangers on a Train,’ by Patricia Highsmith. They preferred coffee in the morning and tea in the evening. Their most cherished memory was swinging on the swing in their parents’ backyard before the divorce caused them to move.
Spencer quickly let them know he, too, knew what it was like growing up in a single-parent household. He gathered that their upbringing had nothing to do with a schizophrenic mother who was as forgetful as she was violent.
With each passing letter, Spencer grew more comfortable with his penpal, only going out of his way once or twice now to catch the wandering eye of his library crush. Spencer noticed his smile also grew bigger as he sat there cross-legged in the oversized chair.
Maybe he has a boyfriend- or a girlfriend, Spencer refrained.
“Hey, Spence!” Emily perked up as she caught her favorite genius on his way to the elevators. “Glad I caught you.”
“Oh, what’s up, Em?”
“So… remember how I promised you I wouldn’t meddle in your love life after Maxine?” Spencer rolled his eyes, playfully, at his best friend and boss.
He knew she meant well. After having to break up with Max, Spencer tried not to get tangled in any more women’s webs of flirtation.
“Alright, who is it?”
“R-really?” Emily blinked, not trusting that Spencer was actually okay with her setting him up on a blind date.
“Yes, really,” he tried to fake his best smile, knowing it couldn’t reach his ears. “C’mon, tell me all about them.”
“Okay, well, he’s gorgeous, prefers men, works in the V.A.P. department, likes Doctor Who, and… has been single for over three years.”
Spencer stood there in the elevator with her, chewing on the inside of his cheek. This guy does sound like my type, he mused, following Emily to her car. “When is the date?”
“Tonight.”
Toni- what?! “Excuse me?!?!!” Did he hear her correctly? Why would Emily not only set him up on a blind date behind his back, but also blindside him as well?!
“I figured we were all going out for drinks anyway, and– and your date’s team is also going to O'Keefe's…”
Spencer sighed. He knew Emily only wanted to see him happy. He supposed it was for the best. If their date went south, they could both just go back to their respective teams for the rest of the night.
“Okay, am I allowed to go home and change?”
“Oh, please, Spence, you wear practically the same thing everyday. He’s going to love you for being you, now stop fussing over your clothes, you look fine.”
Spencer huffed as he got in the car with Emily, his thoughts drifting back to his perfect library crush– and his even more perfect penpal. Suddenly, he no longer cared about his current state of dress; Spencer knew, no matter what, this date would end amicably on his side because his heart was already torn between two people.
“Alright, when we get inside, look for a guy wearing a Doctor Who scarf,” Emily explained to Spencer. “He should be waiting for you by the bar. Good luck, Spence… and, please try to enjoy yourself.”
Spencer nodded with a soft ‘okay’ before following Emily inside.
As she walked over to the booth where the rest of their team was, Spencer’s eyes roamed the bar, finding someone he hadn’t expected to see.
There, sitting leisurely at the bar was the man Spencer had been stupidly pining over since he first laid eyes on him months ago in the library. Spencer felt his entire body pause, only able to watch as his crush took a sip of his drink, looking entirely too damn good as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
Fuck, knowing my luck, he’s most likely there trying to pick up women. I definitely can’t be his type at all. What the fuck am I doing? Spencer shook his head as he desperately attempted to tear his gaze from the gorgeous man to see if any other patrons sitting around the bar had a Doctor Who scarf around their neck.
When Spencer looked back to the booth where his colleagues were, both Emily and Luke gave him a thumbs up with wide smiles. He shook his head, trying to hide the blush he felt coursing through his entire body. He frantically moved to unbutton his shirt a little, feeling his skin cool down a bit as he closed his eyes to calm himself.
When he opened his eyes, they widened in shock.
The man from the library was still perched in the same stool, only this time Spencer saw him with a beautiful hand-sewn scarf with detailing that greatly resembled the Tardis, and well as the Weeping Angels.
The reality of this finding hit Spencer like a shock to his system.
The beautiful man from the library was the same man Emily had set him up with. He was Spencer’s blind date.
Fuck!
Spencer frantically moved his converse clad feet backward in the direction of the door. He couldn’t move fast enough, feeling the chilly air hit his face, bringing the term ‘whiplash’ to an entirely new level.
Spencer felt his whole body constricting in on itself, looking for a bench to sit down on and collect his thoughts while allowing his entire being to calm the fuck down.
He moved to sit on a bench down the sidewalk, letting his upper body fall so his chest was settled between his legs. As Spencer focused on his breathing, breathing in, and breathing out, he realized his mistake.
Spencer had his chance to flirt with the cute guy from the library and he blew it. Morgan would be having a field day over this, Spencer just knew it.
Once he felt calm and collected enough to sit upright, Spencer heard someone clear their throat behind him.
“Excuse me, sir, are you okay?”
You’d been less than enthralled at the sudden notice that you’d been set up with a guy from the Behavioral Analysis Unit. It wasn’t a lie when you rambled to your partner about your stupid crush on the flawless man from the library.
Hell, they even encouraged you to start by writing a letter to him, telling him how you feel. The animosity of it all, knowing he, too, willinging engaged in your own literacy world was enough to keep the spark you felt for him burning like a candle that couldn’t melt.
By the time you’d been told you had a blind date to get ready for, you knew it couldn’t lead anywhere, no matter how gorgeous this Dr. Reid of the B.A.U. is. Your heart irrevocably belonged to the Cute Guy with Glasses who shamelessly flirts with you between the pages of your letters.
You relented, choosing to go through the motions, hoping your date would understand and maybe find someone else to spend their evening with.
You were told to wear your favorite scarf, something you and your date had in common. When you first settled yourself at the bar, you kept your scarf hidden, hoping that your date would think you stood them up. It was cruel, yes, but you were second-guessing yourself.
After a half-hour went by, you wrapped the scarf around your neck loosely, knowing you’d soon vacant the bar stool in favor of walking down the street to the library, hoping Cute Guy in Glasses would be there.
Once outside the bar, you heard a man breathing heavily, looking to see that he was bent over on the nearest bench. The good samaritan in you could just ignore him.
“Excuse me, sir, are you okay?”
When the curly-haired man straightened his upper body up to see who you were, both your eyes widened in disbelief.
The man on the bench was the Cute Guy in Glasses!
“S-sorry to bother you, I just– you looked like you were having a panic attack, and I just– I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
You wanted to back away, let the ground swallow you before you did something positively stupid in front of your crush.
Turns out, the world was not on your side.
“Can I join you?”
Your crush simply laughed as he moved to allow you space to sit next to him. As you moved to sit down, he gave you a look as if he was trying desperately hard not to laugh.
“You– you want to join me in having a panic attack?” You couldn’t help but giggle a bit, as well, knowing you’ve at least broken the ice a little with him.
“No, I just.. I actually was just in O’Keefe’s for a date who stood me up,” you relented. “So, to make my night better, I came out to head over to the Neighborhood Library… to, um, to look for… you, actually.”
The strangely cute man simply blinked slowly at you.
Unbeknownst to you, three things clicked for Spencer in that moment:
You and Hopeless Romantic are the same person.
You’re his blind date.
He just stood up his crush, who he’s hopelessly in love with.
“I– you… what?” You smiled widely at him, choosing to give him a small reprieve as you settled a little closer to him on the bench.
“Allow me to introduce myself, I’m Y/N Y/l/N. You must be Dr. Spencer Reid.”
Spencer looked over at you with such wonder, confusement, and guilt.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry! I had no idea you were my date!”
Now it was your turn to look puzzled.
“Ho– How do you know my name? Emily never gave me yours.”
You explained to him that your best friend and partner helped arrange the date, choosing to give you his name in hopes of helping you feel more comfortable when Spencer showed up.
“Also, I’ve always wanted to ask you, why did you bolt from the library so quickly after reading the first letter I ever wrote you?” Spencer looked at you oddly, going back in his cranial archive to pull out the information you were asking for.
“Oh, I– I work for the B.A.U., which you know, so.. We had a case and I had to get back to Quantico as quickly as possible.”
The two of you walked together to the library, and just before you turned the corner, you reached out for Spencer’s hand as gently as you could. You were pleasantly surprised to feel how soft and warm his hands were compared to your own.
Once inside, you both made your way to the lonely bookshelf, the very same one that brought you two together without even realizing it.
“From the first moment I met you, I knew I had to get to know you,” you confessed, feeling Spencer squeeze your hand, affectionately, as he thumbed through the books with his other hand.
“I spent all those months pining over the you who I saw always sitting in that chair, and I…” Spencer paused, lowering his voice while hesitantly brushing his lips over yours. “..I fell in love with the you who moonlighted as the Hopeless Romantic within the pages you gave me.”
You were visibly taken back by Spencer’s confession. Only in your wildest dreams had you imagined the cute, curly-haired man with glasses would express his undying love for you.
Now, there was truly only one thing your heart and head agreed on and you slowly stepped closer within Spencer’s personal space.
You maintained eye contact with him as you raised your hands to grip the back of his neck, leaning him down slightly until your lips tentatively grazed against his.
Within seconds, the dam broke between you. His lips crashed against yours while his tongue invited yours to dance alongside his, pleading for dominance, which you relinquished in an instant.
Your hands tangled in his curls, causing Spencer to moan into your mouth. The sound was so arousing that you both flushed your bodies against each other, not caring about any passersby who might stare.
If they did, they would only see two men so astoundingly in love with each other that they just couldn’t not kiss right here in the library near the loneliest shelf in existence.
As the two of you break apart, you let your foreheads rest against together, allowing each of you to slowly steady your beating hearts.
“I know this might sound.. forward,” Spencer breathed out against your lips, “but, would you like to go back to my place?”
You hummed in agreement, letting your lips travel along his jawline until you settled in that beloved sweet spot where his neck and shoulder meet.
“I’d love to.. Doctor.”
Spencer groaned as he relished in your desperate attempt to persuade him to lead you both out of the library to his apartment.
“We—uhh, need to.. fuck! Ohh.. slow down..”
You understand what he was trying to say, so you reluctantly removed your lips from his skin, choosing to guide him into a passionate kiss that left you both incredibly breathless.
“Lead the way, Dr. Reid.”
You smirked as Spencer took your hand, feeling a loving warmth underneath the heat of the moment.
You knew tonight would be special beyond anything you could’ve ever imagined.
The next morning, Spencer didn’t even bother putting on new clothes, wanting to slyly give his team a reason to ask him about his night.
Normally, he’d always been the one who never had plans, never had a night out with the team where he left with someone and actually had a story worth telling the following day.
“Spence, hey.. looking good, did you enjoy yourself last night?” Luke winked at him, already aware he’d gone home with his blind date.
Soon, Emily and J.J. walked in, the two of them eyeing the genius up and down.
“Are those.. the same clothes you wore yesterday?”
Spencer was quick to retort, “Well, Em, you said I practically wear the same thing every day, didnt you?”
Both women laughed as they gave Spencer a knowing smile before leaving to their respective offices.
“So.. I didn’t realize you were the type to fuck them on the first date, let alone a blind one,” Luke chucked as he coaxed Spencer to spill more details.
Spencer was prepared for this exact moment.
“I hadn’t, either, but, you know what?”
Luke leaned in closer, wanting to hear the good doctor’s gossip.
“I’m positive I’m a cute guy with glasses who’s in love with a hopeless romantic.”
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