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about the future
hi everyone, due to school being back in full swing and working full time, it has become a little difficult for me to maintain this account so for now it will remain inactive until i get either a school break or a break from work. sorry, all future works have been put on the backburner and will commence when i get the chance. thank you
Imma throw hands with this anon who thinks they're being cute by saying that those girl is a liar. Do you know how many sexual assault accusations are actually false???? 2%. TWO YOU ASS HAT. So what is the likelihood this woman is lying? Fucking low.
So shut your mouth and believe victims.
I know a lot of people want “proof” of the allegations, but imagine being a victim and having your whole life turned upside down because people that set your abuser on a pedestal can’t fathom the fact that someone they admire isn’t who they thought they were. Her word is proof. Not only that, but in the video she specifically says people that are famous shouldn’t be idolized as much as they are because you literally know nothing about them and she’s absolutely right. I can’t imagine what she feels when she sees people defending the person that’s caused her harm. It’s a hard pill to swallow for a lot if people because they don’t want to believe that someone they admire is capable of something that vile, but it’s an even harder pill to swallow for the person that it happened to.
New Romantics
18+
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: 5.4K
A/N: i really love this one, i would love to hear your thoughts!
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part 5
800 hours, 20 weeks total.
She was so close to the finish line, her grades were incredible, she scored an 11/12 on her physical. She has completed all 110 hours in the shooting range and shot 5000 rounds. She’s completed the emergency vehicle course and now all she has to do is her 4 fake cases.
The class was separated into 4 groups, alternating every week between jobs. This week her team was in forensics, next she would be swat, then it was her turn at leading the crime scene, before the last case; behavioural analysis.
Her group was good, she trusted all of them and they trusted her, enough to make her the group leader, meaning she would have to be unit chief for all cases.
It was stressful beyond belief, one wrong move and the unsub won. She wanted a 4/4 success rate, no one has been able to do that since Dr. Spencer Reid graduated in 2003– he also just so happened to be her next-door neighbour, the first time she saw him she almost passed out.
To say she was a fan would be cutting it short. She looked up to him like he was a god, wishing she had the time and money to get a Ph.D. like him, all she wanted was to be as respected and as needed as he was to the FBI. She admires him from afar, sitting in on his talks and seminars but never talking to him, even when they get their mail at the same time.
Just a smile and a simple wave, both of them too awkward to do anything more.
She was sitting in her living room, tv on low as she flipped through all 4 case files in preparation for the upcoming weeks. She was scared shitless, in all honesty, she didn’t know if she could actually step into a fake crime scene and deal with the consequences, let alone a real scene one day. She’s about to start hyperventilating into a panic attack when she heard keys rattling in the hallway.
She opens her door with a panicked look on her face, “doctor Reid?”
“Yes?” Spencer answers, turning to her the way he would speak with a student.
He noticed then that she was in barely any clothes, breathing quickly and looked rather distressed, “are you alright is someone trying to hurt you?” He reaches for his gun and walks towards her room.
“No, no! Oh my god,” she puts her hands out and stops him when his chest reaches her palms. “I just wanted your help with something and I’m having an anxiety attack.”
“Sure,” he calms down a little, making eye contact with her when she knows he wants to look down her small pyjama shirt. “What’s wrong?”
She wraps her housecoat around herself and ties it tightly as she backs away from him and lets him inside. “Uh, I’m in the academy right now, I’m about to start the case files and I was wondering if you would like to help me prep? I can pay you for your time if it’s inconvenient for you—“
“I know how you can make up for it, I have a thing I need a date for,” he cuts her off, looking just as nervous as she was as he explains. “My teammates still don’t believe that I’m not a virgin, they’ve never seen me date anyone and we have this big banquet coming up—“
“The annual banquet where all the section and unit chiefs meet and mingle and discuss agents and who they want on their teams?”
He nods, “I’ll help you study if you’ll be my date? I’ll literally buy you whatever dress you want for the thing, I just want them to stop bothering me.”
“I have 4 cases, you can have 4 dates,” she agrees, “I heard a rumour you don’t touch, so I guess we’re not shaking on it?”
“Did you know that kissing spreads fewer germs than shaking someone’s hand?” He smiles, cheeky as he blushes.
“Well, if I’m your fake girlfriend now we might as well learn how to kiss each other well enough to convince a group of the best profilers the FBI has to offer?” She shrugs, she’d be lying if she said doctor Reid wasn’t the cutest agent as well as the smartest.
He nods, leaning in, their lips meet quickly and it’s like an electric shock runs through her body. Completely forgetting what he said about germs, he steps into her space and wraps his hands around her waist as hers come up to hold his face. It’s needy and desperate and both of them know it’s too much too soon, but it’s too good to stop.
They’re not sure how he ends up pressed against her door with his tongue in her mouth but they’ll have no problem convincing people that they’ve kissed before. Her robe opens up and Spencer’s hands are on her warm skin between the fabric, she breaks the kiss to move down his neck as her thigh makes contact with his bulge.
“Okay,” he breathes out, “what are you doing?”
She kisses his neck once more, “thanking you for agreeing?” She replies before sucking on his skin right above the collar, it’ll be nice and purple tomorrow at work.
He moans at the contact, “oh-kay.”
“If it’s too dark in the morning,” she pulls back to look at him with a smile, “I can cover it with concealer and then they’ll think you stayed at my place?”
“Smart,” he swallows sharply, “thank you, I’ll see you in the morning?”
“Want to ride in together? The academy is right there anyway?” She offers another opportunity to see him.
He nods, “I uh, I need t-to go.” He points at the door behind himself as he tries to melt through it, desperately wanting to run.
“Unfortunately,” she smirks as she backs away from him, covering herself back up as biting her lip as she stares at the ground.
“Bye,” he waves with the same awkward smile, leaving her apartment quickly.
She laughs lightly, placing her hand on her lips and feeling how swollen they are from kissing him, “holy shit.”
—
He didn’t think it through.
Masturbating to the thought of kissing the girl next door knowing he had to see her the next morning. He was terrified she knows, of course, she fucking knew, he shakes his head as he yells at himself inside his mind. Rubbing his eyes slightly, he sits up for the day and stares off into the distance.
He was fucked.
Not only does he not know her name, but he’s also agreed to spend time with her and pretend to date her. All while being now incredibly sexually attracted to her. She was a good kisser, her skin was soft and her body was more enticing than if he were under a spell.
He was truly and utterly, fucked.
He gets dressed, paying way too much attention to the hickey on his neck as he fixed his hair and tightened his tie. He took a deep breath before throwing his satchel over his shoulder and leaving for the morning, he locked his door and turned towards hers.
He knocked.
“Come in!” He hears her yell, so he opens the unlocked door with a shaking head.
“You know that can get you murdered right?” He calls into her apartment as he enters.
“And then you’d save the day!”
It makes him blush, he smiles softly to himself before looking around her living room. She is still getting ready and they have lots of time. She’s the oldest sibling in her family, everything is incredibly tidy and she’s very close to her mother. She has a few siblings, some of which seem to be married already meaning she would have to be in her late 20’s or early 30’s…
He’s so busy figuring her out he doesn’t realize she’s watching him analyze her bookshelf, “good morning doctor Reid.”
“Please, your tongue has been down my throat,” he turns with a smile, “call me Spencer.”
“Good morning, Spencer,” she corrects herself with a smile, “are you ready to go?”
“Actually,” he suddenly feels nervous again, “I’m really sorry.”
“You’ve changed your mind?” Her heart drops, “that’s okay, you barely—“
“That’s not why, I mean, okay sit down,” he takes her by the arm and pulls her towards the couch.
“I don’t know your name yet, I don’t know how old you are, I don’t know what the boundaries are and I am incredibly sorry if I made you uncomfortable yesterday, I’m much older than you and—“
“No,” she cuts him off this time. “You really didn’t make me uncomfortable, believe me,” she says and her eyes go wide as she tilts her head, adding enough emphasis for Spencer to know she did exactly what he did.
“Okay,” he takes a deep breath and all the tension in his shoulders relax.
“My name is Y/N, I’m 24, you’re not that much older than me,” she smiles, “I would have told you last night…”
“Again, I’m sorry,” he repeats himself in a hushed tone. “It’s lovely to meet you, Y/N.”
“It’s nice to finally meet you, and really talk,” she erupts in the sweetest smile, one he would consider from a place of admiration. “Um, I wrote all my info down on this card for you too, so that you can call me if you need a last-minute girlfriend.”
It makes him laugh, “thank you, I know it doesn’t seem like much but they make jokes that shouldn’t bother me, and yet they do?”
“It’s okay,” she smiles again, “I really don’t think pretending to be your girlfriend will be too hard.”
“Should we get going?”
She nods, “is this a good look for forensics?” She stands and turns to show him her jeans and long sleeve shirt, “I know I’ll get a jacket and vest anyway.”
“Yeah, that’ll be good,” he smiles, standing as he follows her out of the apartment.
The drive is nice, she explains all her training so far in detail, he’s rather impressed with the way she retains knowledge and the way she thinks. Her mind is wonderful and the more she talks, the more he understands why she asked for help, she’s struggling with something outside of school.
When they pull up to the gates, they’re right behind Derek and Spencer almost melts into the passenger seat. “Shit, are you ready?”
She nods, smiling at him, she leans over and gives him another kiss before he gets out. Showing the guards his badge, she turns around and drives off. He’s left there with Derek idling not far in front of him, waiting for Spencer to walk past him.
“Pretty. Boy?!” He teases from his window, “want a ride into the garage?”
He nods and gets into the passenger seat of Derek’s car instead, “hi, I didn’t expect to see you this early.”
“Garcia needs us for something, did you not get her text?” He teases, pulling into his spot in the garage and throwing the car in park.
The ride up is just more teasing, he hasn’t even seen the other side of his neck yet. Spencer fiddles with his collar and brings attention to it by accident as they step out into the hallway, “what’s that?”
“Nothing,” he mumbled as he pushed his way into the bullpen and walked to his desk.
“Spencer? I just want to talk man, I’m happy for you?” Derek follows him, resting a hand on his shoulder as he catches up and stops him.
“She’s my girlfriend,” he whispers, “she’s about to graduate at the academy.”
“Oh,” Derek whispers right back, “so you’re not telling anyone because you don’t want people to think she’s just sleeping her way to the top?”
He nods, that’s a better excuse than he could have come up with, “she’s really smart, she’s probably going to go 4 for 4 with her case exercises.”
“I always knew you’d find another genius,” he nudges him, “what’s her name?”
“Y/N,” he smiles again, “she’s wonderful.”
“Are you in love?”
“No!” He’s very aggressive in his tone, shaking his head, “it’s only been a week, almost 2.” He lies again.
“Ah,” Derek smirks, “that’s why you’re glowing.”
“What?”
“Doctor Reid is getting laid?” He teases again, poking his hickey and making Spencer blush again.
“Yeah,” he smirks right back, “I am.”
“You tell this Y/N that when she’s not too busy solving fake cases, she should come to the bar with us,” he’s actually really proud of Spencer and he can feel it just in the way Derek is smiling at him.
“Yeah,” he agrees, “she’s also coming to the banquet with me.”
“Who is?” Prentiss asks as she comes up behind him, “Is that a hickey?”
“Hickey?” JJ and Hotch ask at the same time as they leave his office.
He turns bright red and closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath, “yes, I have a girlfriend and she’s coming with me to the annual banquet— so who got murdered today?”
—
Her last day in forensics over, thank god.
They caught their unsub without her having to bother Spencer too much, it was very stressful working through all the madness with the other cadets, some of the sets weren’t working and the teachers were being over-controlling of their supposed free-reign of control, but they were successful. 1 out of 4, she was feeling good.
She takes a deep breath before walking out into the darkness to find her car. She’s just about to get into her car when her phone starts to ring, “hello?”
“Hey, it’s me,” Spencer’s voice is on the other end.
“Well hello, me, how are you?” She opens her door and sits inside her car, her book bag resting on the passenger seat.”
“We didn’t have an away case today, and we just finished if you’d like to come to the bar with us tonight?”
“Like the whole BAU team?” She asks as the anxiety sets in.
“Yeah, I understand if you’re not ready just yet, or if you’re tired I know the first one is always the hardest,” he’s so soft with her it makes her heart melt.
“I just need to shower, I have fake blood in my hair,” she smiles through her answer, “but if you text me the address I will be there no later than 9:30?”
“That’s fine, would you like me to order you a drink? I can drive us home?”
She starts her car while he asks, driving down the road with her phone resting in the hands-free holder. “Yes please, do you want me to get all dressed up to show off?”
“That would be nice,” he agrees, “what drink do you want?”
“Any kind of margarita, I don’t care what flavour I just need tequila after today,” she complains, “I’m just driving to my apartment now, so I will see you soon?”
“Okay, drive safe,” he doesn’t say I love you no matter how convincing he wants to be with his friends.
“I will.” She hangs up and keeps her eyes on the road, overthinking what she should wear and if she really has enough time to think about it when she gets home.
She showers, shaves, adds her makeup and slips into her favourite night-out dress. She looks herself over one last time before making her way out, heading to the bar Spencer told her they were at, nerves starting to make her legs jump.
When she walks in, she can see Spencer’s cute little sweater vest combo in the back corner of the bar. He’s talking to his friends, all of whom she knows, she has been interested in the BAU, counterterrorism and CARD for as long as she could remember. It was all fascinating, and she looked up to everyone she was about to meet.
“Spencer?” She gets his attention, waving as he turns around to see her. The way his mouth opens and no words follow tells her she looks fine, more than fine, “hello,” she waves to the rest of them as well.
He wraps her up in a hug and she holds him for a moment, resting her chin on his shoulder with a smile as she settles against him, she looks really content in his arms. It’s incredibly convincing.
When he pulls away he keeps one arm on her back as he turns to face his friends, “guys this is Y/N, and Y/N this is Derek, Savannah, Jennifer, Emily, Penelope, and Will is at the bar currently.”
She slides into the booth beside Derek, shaking his hand once she sits, “it’s lovely to meet you.”
“So, how do you know Spencer?” Emily cuts right to the chase.
“Oh, I’m in the academy, I reached out for his opinion on something and we clicked,” she lies very convincingly, “I’m actually excited to be out tonight, I’ve had a long week.”
“Amen,” Emily and Penelope tap their drinks, “what are you doing at the academy currently?”
“I’ve finished everything up to the case exorcises, and today I finished the first case, I had forensics first and we caught the unsub and apprehended him with a successful takedown, and interrogation went well we got him to confess to other murders, I’m really confident we’ll get all 4.”
“None of the graduates have done that since 2003,” Spencer brags slightly, taking a sip of his soda.
“Too bad we can’t do a 5th just for fun,” she nudges him, “what was your score on the physical?”
Everyone laughed, “he was exempt,” JJ teased, “and it took him almost a year to get his full weapons clearance.”
“11 out of 12 and 5000 kill shots of ammunition,” she smiles, “and I can drive really well.”
“Holy,” Derek was a little shocked, “all that in such a pretty package, what unit are you thinking about joining?”
“I’ve had a few offers,” she smiles again, “I’m really interested in the child abduction rapid deployment unit, and your unit but it’s full and it would look suspicious, so maybe one day.”
“Maybe we’ll kick Reid out and take you,” Emily teases him some more, “it would be nice to have more smart women on the team.”
“That would work,” she finds it incredibly easy to laugh with them. She fits in as if they were her peers, they respect her more than just because she’s Spencer’s ‘girlfriend’.
She has a few drinks, she dances with Penelope and finds her way onto the stage for karaoke with Will and Savannah, it’s all so fun she can see herself hanging out with them more… if only Spencer really was her boyfriend after all this was over.
She’s holding Spencer around his waist, swaying back and forth to the music with her head on his chest while all his friends are grabbing more drinks at the bar, leaving just the two of them to mingle all alone.
She wasn’t drunk, she had too much studying to do tomorrow to get wasted, she was buzzed and feeling fine for once. She kissed Spencer’s neck on impulse, “can we go home now, please?”
“I just have to say goodbye,” he whispers against her hair, his hand on her lower back as they part and walk towards his friends.
They know he’s going to say it when he walks up, “we’re leaving now, but we should all hang out again soon!”
“I’ve had a lovely time,” Y/N smiles at all of them, reaching out to Penelope for a hug first.
Penelope wraps her up, “I love you, I love Reid, this is so nice so so so nice!” She plays with her hair as she speaks, eventually, Derek has to pull her off so Y/N can breathe again.
The team watches them leave, she places her keys in Spencer’s hand before wrapping her arm under his and snuggling into his side as they walk out together. He’s really cuddly, he doesn’t make her let go when they get outside, rather he holds her closer as they walk into the dark parking lot.
Their apartment isn’t that far away, she knows that but she still wants to strike up a conversation during the little time she has left with him tonight.
“Can I ask you some questions?”
“Sure,” he smiles, keeping his eyes on the road, he places one of his hands on her knee and she immediately holds it.
Playing with his fingers as she talks, “why do they think you’re a virgin? Cause I didn’t think so, but that might just be because I wanted to sleep with you, but,” she shrugs.
He’s stunned, silent.
“Oh my god, you still are one?” She gasps, “no way?”
“No, I’ve had sex,” he confirms quickly, “it’s because I used to crush on JJ and I didn’t know how to really talk around her, and they all thought it was funny. But I’ve never had a real girlfriend around them and they don’t believe I’m a casual sex person.”
“Well, are you?”
He shrugs, “I’ve tried it, it’s nice occasionally but it makes me feel lonely after.”
She hums in agreement, “I slept around in college cause it was fun, I agree there, it does get lonely in the mornings after.”
“The mornings are the worst,” he agrees.
“I know we’re fake dating, but can we?”
“Can we what?” It looks like his heart stops beating as he waits for her answer.
“Have sex and still be friends and help each other out without it being awkward in the morning?”
“Yeah, yes, absolutely,” he rushes the words out, and she’s not paying attention to just how fast he’s driving to get them home.
“Okay,” she smiles, still holding his hand in hers as she traces around his palm and interlocks their fingers on and off, she likes to touch him when she’s like this, she wanted to touch him even before all this.
They park, get out and hurry up the stairs to their floor, giddy and overjoyed, they open her apartment door and as soon as it’s locked again, she’s pushed up against it this time. He leans in close, she wants to kiss him but he keeps pulling away with a smile each time, teasing her, “are you okay to do this?”
“Do you want to give me a field sobriety test, doctor?” She teases right back, “I’m perfectly coherent and aware, believe me, I want you.”
“I believe you, I just—“
“You’re allowed to say no Spencer,” her tone changed to serious as she placed a hand on his cheek. “If you don’t want to ruin things I get it.”
“I just don’t know what I’ll be like tomorrow,” he’s honest. “You saw what happened after we kissed.”
“You respect me too much, you’re allowed to have fun sometimes you know? Sex can be fun, it doesn’t have to be serious and loving every time, sometimes it’s fun to just do the most vulnerable thing you could with your best friend,” she shrugs at the end of her rant.
“I’ve slept with my friends before,” he whispers, “but they always left after.”
“So that’s why,” she smiles. “You don’t have to worry about me leaving you.”
“No?”
She shakes her head softly, “I will be your neighbour, your best friend, your co-worker, carpool buddy, coffee friend, fake girlfriend, whatever you need as long as you’d like to have me around.”
“Okay,” he smiles, “bedroom?”
“Thank god,” she pulls him into a heated kiss.
She left a light on in her room, knowing she might come home drunk or like this… she wanted him to be able to see around when he helped her home, in any sense. She just wanted him around all the time.
He’s strong, surprisingly, lifting her up off the floor and carrying her down the hall. Kneeling on her bed, a hand comes up to caress the back of her head as he sets her down gently, still kissing her as she settles against the bed with a soft moan.
He’s smooth, he knows what he’s doing and he’s good at it. She arches her back enough for him to unzip her dress, he kisses the side of her jaw and down her neck, he slips the dress off her body and trails kisses all the way down to the band of her panties.
Her breathing is shallow and sharp as she reaches for his hair, lifting her hips as he takes them off, kissing the inside of her thighs, “still okay?”
She can’t help but laugh, “ask me again and I swear to god, Spencer.”
With that, he bites his lips before looking her up and down, “I’m so lucky.”
“You have to actually fuck me to consider it getting lucky,” she whispers, “so, please?”
“What is it, a demand or a request?” He kisses her leg again, “hmm?”
“Please? Spence, just, please?”
With a flat tongue, he laps up the proof of just how much he turns her on. She moans and tosses her head back, hand still in his hair as she grips tighter. He explores her with his tongue, finding the most gorgeous sounds leaving her mouth as he sucks on her clit. He adds a finger, to which her only response is, “more?”
She’s never felt pleasure quite like this, there was something so euphoric about finally having Spencer Reid between her legs that pushed her to the edge faster than anyone else has, and then he never stopped. She cums with a shout, tugging on his hair, he looks up at her as she shakes underneath him.
She’s having a second orgasm within seconds; this one surprising her, she sits upright and pulls him off of her while gasping for air, pulling him into a kiss before laying back against the pillow, taking him with her. He tastes like her, his hands reach for her breasts as he hovers over her, she can feel his bulge through his pants on her leg.
“Fuck me, please Spence?”
“No one has ever called me Spence while we’ve had sex,” his voice is low and raspy as he speaks against her skin, kissing her neck quickly before pulling back. “Condoms?”
“Side table,” she points, “ignore all my toys.”
“Or you can pick one?” He raises his brow with a smirk, “that would be fun.”
“The little purple one,” she reaches into the drawer with him, “my bestie.”
“Oh sure,” he rolls his eyes, grabbing a condom and putting it on. “I see how it is.”
“She’s given me more orgasms than you, she gets bestie status,” she loves to tease him, it flows out so easily it’s like they’ve been doing this for years.
He gets out of bed and stands, taking all his clothes off as she watches with a content smile on her face, “you’re really cute.”
“Thanks,” he laughs, kneeling back on the bed as he’s fully naked now, opening the condom and rolling it on, “how do you want it? Hmm?”
Her heart skips a beat, “I need to ride you.”
He gets back between her legs and she looks confused, he leans in and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her in close against his skin before kissing her. She holds him back and then he’s rolling them over so she’s on top, it shocks her, but she just moans into his mouth as a response.
She reaches between them and grips his cock at the base, dragging him along her clit back and forth as she breaks the kiss to watch his facial expressions. It’s glorious seeing Spencer this close, being this closer to him and being the reason… she sinks down onto him.
His mouth opens in a silent moan and she can’t help herself from licking at his tongue, feeling the hot wetness in a whole new way as she adjusts to how big he feels. She feels his hands roaming her hips and she knows he wants her to move but she doesn’t; taunting him for how long he made her wait.
He lifts her hips and pushes back into her which makes her gasp, letting him take control as she bites his lip. He makes the most delicious noises, lifting her hips and fucking up into her as her hands rest in his hair, tugging as he fucks her harder.
That little purple vibrator is on the bed beside them, Spencer’s hands roam the sheets for it, switching it on before pressing it to her clit. Every pleasure point being attacked by this man, she’s so close to cuming again that she’s gasping for air above him, riding him with more force as she chases another orgasm down.
Chanting his name, she cums on his cock and he fucks her through it, feeling her tighten, drawing him closer to the edge, “one more?” She asks, breathlessly.
He flips them over so she’s on her back, legs in her air, he fucks into her at a new angle that makes her shout, holding the vibrator to her clit still, he is so so, close and she is too.
Another orgasm, the most anyone has ever made her have in one night, rips through her as he cums with a grunt into the condom. She grips at his back and holds him as close as possible as they both come down.
“Bestie,” she whispers between pants, “yeah, you did it.”
He laughs, still out of breath with his face against her chest, he kisses the side of her boob and gives her a hug.
—
There is a phone ringing in her room, she blinks awake to realize she’s trapped under someone and she almost forgets who. She runs her hand along his back, “Spencer, is that your phone?”
“Yeah, but not my work one,” he whispers, snuggling into her neck more where he presses a kiss to her skin.
“Is it important?”
“It’s just my mom, she calls most Saturdays.”
“Okay,” she kisses his forehead and closes her eyes again when the ringing stops.
They’re content in the early morning silence. It’s calm, there’s no noise in the hallways or on the streets, they can smell fresh bread from the bakery down the street as the shops open. The sunlight is just nice enough to keep them awake, but not blinding. And Spencer feels really nice snuggled into her.
She runs her fingers over his back; slowly down with the pads of her fingers and then back up to his shoulders with her nails. He has goosebumps and he sighs against her skin, “good morning.”
“Sleep well?” She asks, kissing his forehead again.
He just nods, “don’t yell at me, but is this still okay?”
She shakes her head with a giggle, “yes, Spencer.”
“For a profiler, I have a very hard time reading people who mean a lot to me,” he whispers. “I’m only asking because I really don’t know.”
“Hey,” she gets him to look at her, “I’m really sorry, you can ask me as many times as you need if that’s what you need, but I want you to know you’re the only person who I feel this comfortable with, so don’t feel bad about wanting to be close to me. I like it.”
“Thank you,” he smiles again, “can I kiss you?”
She nods, leaning in and pressing her lips to his. It’s soft and quick and they both smile after, “breakfast?”
“Yes please,” she groans, “4 orgasms will make you hungry.”
He laughs as he gets off of her and out of the bed, he slides back into his clothes as she just watches carefully, “can I wear your shirt?”
“What?”
She points at the shirt in his hands, “can I wear that?”
“Sure,” he hands it to her and watches as she puts it on and buttons it halfway.
She gets out of bed and adds some underwear and jeans, tucking his shirt in she fluffs her hair in the mirror and heads to the bathroom.
“Hey, I’m going to get another shirt, I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he calls from behind the door.
“Okay!”
He slips out, leaving her apartment with a deep sigh, “so fucked.” he whispers to himself. He was so, so fucked.
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in my room — spencer reid
summary: having a crush on one another was bareable until reader and spencer have to share a room on a case
a/n: okay this is not only for @meganskane 700 celebration (congratulations my darling!!! u deserve every single one) it's also a request fic from @sunlitspence aka the loml; v fluffy and funny fic coming ur way 🤪
prompts: "quit looking at me like that", "oh, you've started stealing my socks now?"
pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader warnings: lots of mutual pining, self conscious spencer and reader, little tension in some places, team teasing spence words: 4.6k (so sorry its over a lot)
The entire team had called you lucky the first day you became a part of the team. You got the so-called "good desk" in the bullpen upon assignment, the first case you had ended in the best way it could have. But for some reason, the team were most jealous of the fact that, for Lucky Reasons (of course), you never had to share a room with any members of the team once on a case. Everyone believed you had some sort of Luck curse attached to you.
"You've been with the team for six hundred and fifty-seven days. By now you should have shared a room with one of us at least seven times." Spencer tells you on the jet, on the way to a case in a small town in Colorado, making you look up from your case file, seeing the eyes of the entire team on you.
You shuffle under their gaze. "Shouldn't you be grateful? That means the entire time I've been here, nobody here has had to share a room." You say with squinted eyes, trying not to think about the heat radiating off your cheeks as you feel Spencer's gaze next to you trained expertly on every word you say.
Emily rolls her eyes, "But before you came, we've all shared a room at some point. We just want you to share the pain of sharing a room with one of us."
You stifle a snort. "Pain? I'm sure it's not that bad."
Rossi holds his hand up as he comes back with a mug of coffee in his other free hand, sitting on the seat on his own, shaking his head at you. "Even I've had to share rooms with these bozos since I've come back, and believe me," His gaze shifts to Hotch's, eyebrows raising, "It is not fun. Every time we have to share, I pray the case is short."
You're in disbelief. The team were a family to you, a second or even primary family body for pretty much everyone else, and you don't understand how they can cope seeing one another more than they see their own loved ones in their personal lives, but can't go a few days just dividing a room between themselves.
A thought crosses your mind, settling into your seat, the case file forgotten about for now on the small table in front of you. "Okay, if it's so bad, tell me who's the worst to share a room with."
Derek, Emily and Hotch all speak up in a terrifying unison, "Spencer!" They cry out, and Spencer's eyes snap from looking at you adoringly to his work colleagues, an astonished squeak leaving his lips.
"Me?! Why?"
Emily furrows her eyebrows in his direction, amazed by this obliviousness to himself. "You sleep with your mouth open."
Hotch quips in after her, "You take forever in the shower, wasting all the hot water." Spencer's eyes grow wider with every comment uttered about his living habits.
Eventually Derek takes it as his chance to have his say, speaking as if he was reading off a list he had curated in his head. "You snore really quietly then suddenly really loud, you leave your go-bag in the middle of a path that I'm always damn tripping over, you insist sleeping with a night light, and then read until the middle of the night, so I had to get used to falling asleep to you messin' around with paper for hours."
Silence envelopes the jet, and you feel Spencer shift next to you, dropping his gaze to his lap, looking every bit as self conscious as everyone has unintentionally made him to feel. You grip your hand on his forearm, looking up at the team with shameful narrowed eyes. "I'm sure Spencer has plenty to say about all of you, and nothing's truly annoying unless you let it be."
Rossi pipes up once more with a loud laugh, "I'd like to see you pair up with Reid, Y/N, even I have had the absolute joy of sharing with him, not even I can escape room shares."
You look up from the case file, "That's just proof that money can't buy you everything, Dave, nothing else." You quip, earning some laughs from Derek and JJ.
Having had enough of the pointless conversation, Hotch takes front and centre once more, regaining control of the team and turning your attention back to the case at hand.
You don't even have time to settle your go-bag in the hotel when you land, going head-first into quite a gruesome case, not stopping for one second for the rest of the day.
The second you get to the hotel at an ungodly and unbelievably late hour in the early morning and Hotch calls out your name, hotel key in hand, you wordlessly take it from him, taking the endeavour down the hall and up the one flight of stairs in this remote B&B somewhere just off the edge of town here, yet nothing was really the edge. The so-called centre of town was a two hundred second journey. You made the effort to count in your head, and you're confident if you asked Spencer the journey time in the morning, he would say the same thing.
Nevertheless, the comfort in opening the door and inhaling Total Privacy for the next five or so hours that you most certainly do take for granted fills your lungs with a certain comfort that's edging yourself closer to a knockout deep sleep.
You were lucky you hadn't zombie-walked straight into the shower as per your nightly routine, the incessant beeping of your phone alerting you it needs urgent attention by charging it, as you certainly didn't expect Spencer blindingly walking into your room. It made you jump out of your skin, hand clutching your chest as you turn your head so your chin rests on your shoulder, still crouching to reach the plug.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Spencer, you scared the shit out of me." You sound firm and annoyed and immediately regret it, blaming your chronic tiredness.
You stare at his crestfallen face and want to run up to him and place a million kisses all over his it until his lips crack that smile that makes your stomach do a hundred somersaults. "Sorry. Tired." Was all you managed to squeak out.
He nods in understanding. Of course he's understanding, he's quite easily the best person you've come to know. You're now spending a good percentage of the small amounts of energy left in your body to try and stop obsessing over Spencer Reid ten times more than usual. The late night (early morning) has turned your filter off.
Spencer still hasn't said anything. Your eyes flicker down and you only just notice the go-bag clutched in his hands along with his satchel. You look back up at him, head snapping.
Dread fills in you, like the conversation on the jet was a warning of what was to come.
"What are you doing in my room?" You manage to bring yourself to say, albeit slightly slurred. Fatigue was not your friend.
The blush on Spencer's cheeks tell you everything, but you still stay silent as you wait for him to reply, his fingers curling a thick strand of his long hair behind his ear. "There's only four rooms." He says quietly, as quiet as a whisper.
Fucking Rossi and his money ruining your Lucky Streak.
You try not to think about the comments all the team manage to have stored in a file in their minds ready for distribution, but then your cheeks flood pink with the thought that you're in this 5x7 rectangular box of a room with Spencer.
You could barely handle him standing in the doorway without letting your head go wild with all the professions of love you have repeated to yourself hundreds of times, but go nowhere near your lips. You swallow audibly. Spencer does the same. The room is dark, you can barely make out his features, the blush on his cheeks blossoming in your head.
When he steps forward and closes the door behind him, the moonlight instead confirms your thoughts. You should close the curtains and turn on the light, but you don't want to. He looks breathtakingly beautiful.
"I'm sorry I ruined your six hundred and fifty-seven day streak of not sharing a room." It was the second thing he's said to you since stepping in, and it's riddled with guilt. You hate yourself as you're probably aware he thinks you dislike this arrangement.
Quite the opposite, really. If you could share a room with anyone, shit on what the team thinks, it would be Spencer. In a heartbeat.
You give him a small smile that he could only see through the moonlight, but the way his guilt-ridden features soften slightly tell you he saw it despite the less than ideal lighting. You bet you don't look as good in the moonlight as Spencer does. "It's okay." You say quietly, very aware that in one big step your noses could touch. "I don't mind that it's with you."
He smiles proudly at that, recalling the conversation on the jet. You said it so he could react like that. You want to see him smile.
You shuffle quietly away from the window, and in that split second you're passing Spencer directly the smell of wood and coffee fills your nose. You purse your lips sewn shut to not subconsciously sigh at the smell.
Get your head screwed on, Y/N.
"So, are you a morning shower or evening shower person?" You clear your throat, setting your pyjamas at the head of the bed, ready to change into the second you have a second to yourself.
He looks up at you, his bag still firmly in his hand, like you're about to kick him out at any second. "I don't mind." It was the response you were expecting, so you take your clothes wordlessly, heading towards the bathroom, the routine silently solidified. He was to shower in the morning.
You give him a small, weak smile when you step in the bathroom, which breaks the second the door shuts behind you. You're acting like an idiot. You can't be normal around him, because every two seconds your mind sends you a little post-it note that there was one bed. One stupid, measly, Not Big Enough for Two People bed.
It takes a fifteen minute internal workshop to calm yourself down before you step in the shower.
When you do eventually come out, ice cream pyjamas clinging to your legs and arms and droplets of water dripping from your hair to the carpet, Spencer is lying his head on one of the flat pillows, clinging on to a sparse blanket. The curtains are closed, room enveloped in pitch black darkness, and you nearly walk into his head.
A second ungodly sound howls from your lips, feigned annoyance but it was really dismay as the man you loved seemed to be sleeping in worse conditions than the One Bed situation.
"Spence, what on earth do you think you're doing? Get up." You say, leaning down to grab his arm and pull it. You could only manage to make him sit up, heavier than what you imagined.
He looks at you, but you can't see. You trudge to switch the bedside lamp on so a yellow glow settles on his face. He looks perplexed. "I'm sleeping here!" He could barely squeak. There was not one ounce of sleep in him.
You shake your head stubbornly. Not on your watch. "Your leg has only just become better, love. I am not going to be responsible for causing decay beyond repair. Sleep in the bed." The nickname for him slips out without recognition, and it's not until you see the wide eyes planted on Spencer's face that you make an unbelievably high-pitched noise and purse your lips.
Spencer ignores it, embarrassment must have been too obvious. "Then where will you sleep?!"
He presumes you will be sleeping separately, where your mind has spent the last half an hour thinking of every possible way to share a room with Spencer, all of them being the pair of you in bed together. You hate the fact your filter is turned off.
You shrug, "I'll sleep here."
"I won't let you do that."
A huff leaves your lips, "You're the recently former leg hobbler. You need the bed more than me."
He's just as stubborn and insistent as you are, bum firmly planted on the makeshift bed he's created. "It's only fair. You were here first."
If you continued on like this, you would be here discussing who gets the bed until the sun comes up. You move to your purse, rummaging until a coin is retrieved between your index finger and thumb. The coin is thrown into the air, caught in your hand and slammed ontop of your palm. You look at him with an eyebrow raised. "Heads or tails?"
He says his answer in a heartbeat. "Heads." He's confident, and you remember a conversation with him a few months back where he tells you how heads is more likely to be the result rather than tails.
You uncover your hand. A smirk lines your lips. "Tails." You tell him, and now he stands, looking at the coin sitting on the back of your hand in sheer perplexity.
He is forced to set aside his gentleman-like qualities and settles in the bed. You take note he sleeps on the right side and you usually sleep on the left. It sets your heart off for no reason at all. You force your rapid beats that are coming out of your chest all the way down to your stomach. It was what you had to do if you were going to keep to yourself until you get home.
Like Rossi says on the jet, you hope the case is quick.
—
Four nights later, and the case is still going.
Spencer has spent the days at his wits ends trying to figure out anything about what this unsub's next moves are, and also trying to avoid the cheers from the team kept making about how you had to share a room with him.
He got it, honestly. He saw the look on your face when you realised that you had to share a room with him. You were surprisingly good at sharing with him, though, like you didn't seem to mind. Of course, Spencer didn't mind either. He could not think of anything better than to have to share a room with you.
He tried his hardest over those four nights to be the best roommate he could be; all those knacks the team mentioned, he kept off from doing around you. Spencer didn't want you to think he were a bad person to share a room with by any means, and he would like to be your person of choice should the room sharing happen in the near future.
The days were long, and the nights were too quick. Time seemed to be taunting Spencer and telling him he shouldn't spend all this extra gifted time with you, but he didn't care. He cherished the moments where you brought food for him to eat and snacking because you insist that Spencer doesn't eat well enough on cases, or just asked about what he's enjoying doing right now outside of work. It made him feel special.
It became apparent to Spencer on the second night that things for your sleeping arrangements were less than ideal. You barely slept. Through the night all he could hear was you tossing and turning in the dark to try and find that one comfortable spot that you never found.
By the fourth night Spencer had had enough. His filter was long gone by now. He felt himself physically ache at your distress, and it wasn't doing anything for his sleep either.
You turn once more, and Spencer's eyes are wide open, though you can't see them, his eyes glancing at the clock beside him informing him it had already been two hours since you both muttered fatigued goodnights to one another.
"You might as well sleep here, you're not even starting to fall asleep." Spencer says into the dark abyss of the empty room. Your movements immediately still. He lets go of a quiet laugh, so in love with you but he could never admit such a thing out loud.
Silence takes over once more, and Spencer smiles to himself. He knows you're pretending to sleep. "Come on, Y/N," He says once more, voice at his normal level, which sounds like a shout in the dead of night. "It's comfier here."
"But—" You begin, throat slightly croaky with it not being used in hours.
Spencer is having none of it. He has no energy to be bashful or self conscious or embarrassed around you like he usually is. "You nearly fell asleep today walking through the unsub's house. What if we catch him tomorrow and you fall asleep mid-raid?"
That's what persuades you to stand, shuffling your feet around to the left hand side of the bed, standing nervously at the edge. Spencer's grinning like an idiot, you're twisting your hands into knots.
He pats the empty side. You reluctantly lift the duvet and slot your legs in the gap. Your legs are cold, and Spencer can feel them even though they're not touching him. He can't help but breathe a little heavier and swallow a little harder. You seem to be doing the same.
Your head shifts on the pillow. You're looking at Spencer, and he could feel it pierce his soul. "Thank you." You whisper. It was no louder than the howling wind raging outside with no mercy, and if you weren't mere centimetres from his own lips, he wouldn't have heard.
When the shine of the sun peeks through the unbelievably thin curtains the next morning and Spencer's phone rings, his hand reaches to grab it, but it can only reach so far because the rest of his body is weighed down suddenly. He looks down, and suddenly his filter is fitted back into his brain and he is freaking out.
He answers his phone anyway, staring at the way your head is slotted into the crook of his neck and one of your arms are lazily thrown over his stomach. "H-Hey Hotch...Yeah, we'll be down in thirty. I'll wake Y/N up." He mutters quietly, hanging up quickly, going back to look at you.
His heart swells. He wants to wake up like this every single morning from now on. He wishes he was exaggerating. There was one thing imagining you waking up next to him, but the real thing? It was almost overwhelming for Spencer's brain to comprehend. He can't stop breathing like a maniac who'd just run a marathon.
"Quit looking at me like that."
The vibrations in Spencer's collarbone made him stiff right up, but he still can't bear to tear his eyes away from you. He swallows thickly, dragging his teeth along his lips. "Like what?" He whispers, a blush redder than the lipstick you wore yesterday.
You sigh. Your eyes are still closed, and Spencer knows he has to tell you to get a move on because Hotch said there's a lead, but he cannot physically move. His body won't allow it. He doesn't mind that.
You reply bluntly, "Like you're in love with me or something. I know Hotch called but. Just stay with me. Five more minutes."
What if he was in love with you?
He complies anyway, and fits his arm around your body curled against his flat one, head tilting to the right so it landed on top of yours silently for those five more minutes that were possibly the most peaceful he had ever found himself in.
—
That day the unsub was caught, and it was almost like it had to take you and Spencer to sleep in the same bed for this case to finally get a move on. Hotch was going to send everyone on the jet as soon as, but most of the team by that point were walking zombies, so instead opted to leave the airport at dawn.
There was one more night in the hotel left with you and Spencer.
You didn't realise you had slept on top of Spencer all night, but it was warm, and you were rudely awoken by the pierced ringing of Spencer’s phone. Moving seemed like a very last resort at the time, and all the times you imagined cuddling Spencer in the brink of the morning, it was so much better than whatever you curated in your head. His pyjamas were soft and the cotton soaked into your skin like liquid silk, and his heartbeat was steady in your ears and it relaxed you even more. It didn't seem possible.
Spencer was in the shower when you got back from the bar in the late evening, he declined the invitation to go, no matter how much you nagged him to go with you. He felt impossibly closer to you since waking up with him, and your mind was littered with the images of the morning everytime someone even as much mentions Spencer's name.
There are a pair of fresh socks lying on top of Spencer’s go-bag. One is of ice creams, like your pyjamas, and the other are little triangles of cartoon-style cheese. You're not even thinking, just the almost instinctive feeling to be even closer to Spencer taking over any human sense that existed in you.
You put the socks on your feet, wiggling your feet at the bagginess of them, the heel of the socks up to your ankle, but they're as soft as Spencer's pyjamas, and you're settled on top of the bed's blanket, starting to write your case report.
Spencer leaves the bathroom, his long hair super curly and being towel dried, you have never seen him so casual. He's wearing dinosaur pyjama bottoms and a CalTech oversized hoodie that you come to think must have been a dress for him when he was barely a teenager in university. The sight makes you choke, but you manage to hold some dignity and resist the urge to widen your eyes.
He chuckles lightly. Your stomach drops down a cliff. "Oh, you've started stealing my socks now?" Spencer snickers, and your neck is on fire.
You rub your Spencer sock-clad feet against one another instinctively. "What? They're comfy."
The bed dips as he sits up next to you, his feet fully stretched going over the edge of the bed. It makes you both giggle. He looks at you, gaze a little hazed from the mist coming from his shower, eyes heavy. You resist even more to lean over and kiss his lips and die of lack of air because you're certain you wouldn't let go.
Spencer squints his eyes at you playfully. "Fine. You can wear them, only because it's you." The words roll off his tounge as naturally as breathing comes to his lungs. He widens his eyes when he recalls what he just says, but you silence him by resting your head on his shoulders. He does indeed stutter himself into a shocked mute.
"Can I ask you something?"
Spencer is once again stuttering and blushing like crazy, his neck feeling almost too hot to rest your head on. "S-Sure, Y/N."
You're going to go on a tangent, you feel it bubbling it at your lips. Being so close to Spencer and him letting you is doing things to your brain, and it's currently undergoing a severe reboot. "Why don't you read when you go to bed? O-Or have a nightlight on, or have like two minute showers. Why don't you properly sleep at night?"
Your thoughts have malfunctioned Spencer too, it seems, because when you look up at him he's starting at the blank beige wallpaper that's coming undone in small strips ahead of you. He's drumming his fingers rhythmically against his thigh, a sign of life, but Spencer's silence worries you. It actually fills you with almost fatal dread.
Spencer looks down at you, mostly with his eyes, but his chin rests just before your forehead would meet with it. He sighs, chewing the inside of his cheek. Say something before I burst. "I wanted you to...to like me. Not be bothered by anything I do. I want to share with you in the future. So I took...what they said...a-and just made note to not do it with you. Your opinion means too much to me."
Your eyes immediately soften. Your stomach is no longer in the pits of your bowels. Your hand finds itself on Spencer's chest, and his eyes focus on that instead. They go back to your eyes quickly, he doesn't know what to focus on.
You take your hand off Spencer's chest, kissing your fingers tenderly and placing it on his cheeks, so gently it could have been missed. He smiles at you, glorious and as bright as the sunshine that's no longer visible outside. Your thumb skates along his cheekbones as you say gentle as a dove, "I don't care about that Spencer. Frankly you could leave your dirty underwear scattered around the room and I wouldn't complain." He turns his nose up at that with a disgusted scrunch, and you laugh with shut eyes.
"Listen to me," You warn, playfully prodding his cheek with your finger. "I want you to read and do whatever you want. I like you, I have way before the conversation on the jet, I will long after we get back on the jet home tomorrow morning." Your voice is barely above a whisper, but it's loud enough for Spencer.
You only just realise how close you are to Spencer’s lips, and there's an indistinguishable lump stuck in your throat. At the same moment Spencer sees this too, and smiles nervously.
"Can...Can I kiss you?" He asks meekly, sheepish and totally unsure if he's judged the moment completely incorrectly.
You nod though, and it sends sparks of electricity to Spencer’s eyes, lit up, and he gently pushes his head forward that half an inch to allow your lips to mould together and suddenly everything about Spencer is so comforting you could melt. That now includes his beautiful lips.
Both you and Spencer have identical blushes when you pull away for breath, your ankle joining with his own pair of odd socks that make you smile gleefully when you glance down at them.
You nudge him with your elbow to his ribcage, "Read to me." You request, and once more his eyes become a scene of joy, jumping down from the bed and rummaging in his go-bag, holding up the cover, a book you don't even recognise, but you're sure that you'll enjoy it because it's Spencer who's going to be reading it.
"Glad you ended up sharing a room?" Spencer asks when he settles back into bed, opening his arm for you to fit underneath like the way you found yourself waking up last night.
Once again you nod, a feeling of comfort settling in your chest greater to the feeling of when you first came in alone in this wonderfully run down hotel room. "Oh, more than glad." You affirm.
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Things Spencer Doesn't Know (Ch. 1)
Pairing: spencer x reader
Word count: 2.9k
Summary: Spencers favorite holiday Halloween is fast approaching when the BAU introduces its newest member, but a string of murders is preventing them from being able to get to know each other- or is it helping?
Warnings: mentions of horror, blood, gore, stabbing, hanging, brief mention of sexual assault, mentions of plane crashes, general criminal minds type stuff.
A/N: hi so uh my name is Luna and I have bugs for brains! I recently started CM and am now in love w spencer reid, and now I'm making it everyone else's problem <3 shdfhasjkdf the point is I personally like really lengthy pining detailed fics that follow the plots of shows I like. I did it for supernatural when that was my fave and now I'm gonna do it again for Spencer ! so expect this to be long, slow, and painful <3 in the pining kind of way. I promise there will be a happy ending. (also this isn't super important but it is in my little worm infested brain but I'm only semi following the shows timeline. This it should start sometime in season two around when he gets his first haircut w the glasses and the blue sweater u KNOW the look. But I mashed up like 4 different episodes in here, stole lines from season 3, 6, 7 and probably more idk. just FYI)
Spencer’s breath was hot and heavy, blowing back onto his sweaty face under his silicone mask. He clutched awkwardly to a hollow plastic pumpkin and a large paper bag, both filled with Halloween treats and tricks, respectively. The large hairy gloves covering his hands made it almost as hard to pull candy out of the bucket and hand it to passersby as it was to see through the comically large Frankenstein’s monster mask. He stumbled through the bullpen, over to Morgans’ desk.
“I’m going to eat you…” he growls, groaning between his words. Morgan doesn’t react until he turns and is faced with the hunched-over depiction of a reanimated corpse inches from his own. He flinches, jumping back in his seat.
“Reid-” Morgan scolds, and Prentiss turns and laughs, smiling at the sight of Spencer decked out for his favorite holiday.
“Happy all hallows week folks!” Spencer speaks, and they can hear the grin from beneath his mask. He reaches up with fumbling hands, pulling it back and revealing his disheveled face.
“To paraphrase from Celtic mythology, in just a few days, all order is suspended and the buriers between the natural and the supernatural are temporarily… remooooved! ” he leans forward as he speaks, widening his eyes and lowering his voice for effect. He quickly reaches into his bag of tricks and pulls out a cheap plastic shrunken head, tossing it in Prentiss’s direction.
There’s a reason, however, that Spencer failed every field preparedness test he took at the academy. He overshoots completely, tossing it clean past her and towards someone approaching from behind.
You catch the head just before it flies into your face, and Spencers’ eyes widen, his cheeks flushing red. Behind Prentiss stands Garcia, clad in all green and black, tiny cauldrons hanging from her ears as she too has been styling herself in anticipation for the holiday. Garcia wasn’t the one who caught the head though, you did.
You stand with a box on your hip, hair pulled up tightly and out of your face in a way that allows Spencer a good look at it. Y/N L/N, the new transfer from New York. In all his excitement for the holiday season, he had completely forgotten that you were arriving today.
You furrowed your brow as you looked curiously at the cheap Halloween decoration in your hand. Suddenly he felt an overwhelming sense of embarrassment come over him, standing in front of you with a noose around his neck, werewolf paws, and a monster mask hanging off his head.
“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to- I’m a terrible throw, oh my god-”
You laughed, soft and sweet in Spencer’s ears.
“It’s fine really, I love Halloween. If I’d had known we were allowed to dress up like you two did, I would have.” she gestures between him and Penelope, who's clad in all green and black with little cauldron earrings.
“Guys, this is Y/N L/N. And today’s her first day. We met on the elevator up, and I can already tell she’s a lovely sweet angel of badassery and also my new best friend, so be nice to her.” Penelope introduces. You laugh again, and Spencer feels as though his ears are ringing pleasantly from the sound. He wonders if he should see a doctor.
“Emily Prentiss,” she extends her hand, and you set down the head to return the favor, giving it a firm shake.
“Derek Morgan,” is next, and you twist your body towards him to do the same.
“I’m uh-” Spencer goes to extend his hand, before realizing it’s large and covered in fur. “Oh- sorry I uh- hold on,” he slides his hand along his chest, trying to slide the glove off. It doesn’t work, his arms are still full of Halloween paraphernalia. They tumble clumsily from his grip and onto his desk, as he hastily rips the gloves off and flings the mask from the top of his head. He shoots out his hand and you smile.
“I’m Spencer doctor Reid. I mean- Dr. Spencer Reid.” He blurts out, and Morgan is trying to hold back his laughter.
You reach out and shake his hand with a reassuring smile, and he’s suddenly hyper-aware of the level of sweat that has accumulated on his hands while wearing his gloves.
“Nice to meet you.” You say, and if you’re as embarrassed by him as he feels, you don’t show it. “So, you like Halloween?” you ask, reaching forward and tugging on the prop noose that still around his neck. He glances down, remembering that it’s there. His breath evens out a little, now that you're back to something he knows he can talk about.
“Yeah, uh yes. It’s my favorite holiday. It’s actually quite interesting, the cool thing about it is that it’s a uniquely American holiday. I mean despite its obvious origins in the Celtic festival of Samhain and the Christian all saints day, it really is a melting pot of various immigrants’ traditions and beliefs,” As he speaks, his voice picks up in volume and speeds up as he gains confidence. The others behind you sigh, but you don’t notice, enthralled in the way he speaks so confidently and passionately.
“It became a little more commercialized in the 1950s with trick-or-treat, and today it rivals only Christmas in terms of popularity-”
“Reid, buddy, I don’t think she wants the history of Halloween, she was just being polite,” Morgan interjects, and you watch as Spencer’s shoulders deflate. Morgan turns himself towards you “he’s a rambler.” he states apologetically, and you shake your head, turning back to Spencer.
“No, no it really is so fascinating, it’s part of the reason I love the holiday, because of its historical uniqueness. I’d love to pick your brain about it sometime-”
You can see the light flicker back on behind Reids’ eyes as he perks up at your words, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. But you’re cut off as JJ walks by with a stack of files clutched closely to her chest.
“It’ll have to wait, we’ve got a case. Welcome to the team, Agent L/N, I hope you’re ready to get to work.”
“Two days ago, Daniella Cresswell was found stabbed to death, naked in her shower which was still running by her fiance in Brownsville, Oregon. She had multiple stab wounds to the front and back of her torso, eight in total, and her hair had been crudely cut short.” JJ clicked a button, and photos of what she had described flashed across the screen. A blonde woman with choppy short blonde hair lie completely exposed, her untouched skin glistened slightly from the water, a stark contrast to the deep gashes decorating her torso. One photo depicted a large bloodied kitchen knife on the edge of her bathroom sink.
“Any evidence of sexual assault?” Morgan asked, and JJ shook her head.
“Could be impotence then. Sexual sadists often use stabbing as a substitute for penetration, replicating something the unsub can’t accomplish and killing the woman he can’t have in one isolated action. The cutting of the hair could be an attempt to recreate a specific woman who rejected him.” Spencer suggested.
Gideon let out a hollow chuckle. “Killing two birds with one knife.”
“Just wait,” JJ said, and then she clicked to the next slide.
“The day after, Lila Langley was found strung up from a tree in her back yard, stabbed through the chest, her hair was also cut by the unsub.”
A photo of another blonde woman hanging from an enormous willow tree in her back yard flicked onto the screen. Blood dripped down her swaying body and onto the grass. You took a deep breath, steadying your mind as you took in these violent images. You’ve been working this job for a long time, and seeing the brutal untimely ends of so many people’s lives never got easier.
“24 hours isn’t much of a cooling-off period,” Morgan said grimly, and Prentiss nodded, studying the photos on the board across from her. “There’s also an escalation of the violence in the crimes with the hanging of the victim. This one is more organized and deliberate, one confident strike to the chest to kill her. Was the hanging post or antemortem?”
“Post,” JJ replied
You furrowed your brow, eyes darting over the photos, flipping the printed ones you have in the file in front of you back to the previous murder. Your mind raced, and you thought to open your mouth to speak, but you kept it shut. It was your first case with a new team, you wanted to lay low and watch the others, nervous to interrupt the dynamic.
“The victimology seems to be the same though, mid-to early twenties, white, blonde, middle class, the cutting of the hair.” Hotch notes
“Could be trichophilia, sexual arousal caused by human hair,” Spencer interjects, pushing up his glasses.
“That would be true if it weren't for today when Clara Knowles was found in a graveyard with two puncture wounds to the neck. Cause of death: blood loss,” said JJ, and across the screen flashed a woman in a red dress, her hair was neither cut short nor was it blonde. Long dark brown curls cascaded down her shoulders and fanned out on the dewy grass where she lay.
Prentiss actually laughed.
“No way, if I didn’t know any better I’d call that a vampire,” she says. “Nothing about this murder is even similar to the last two, what makes them think it’s even the same unsub?” she asks, and before you can even really think about it, you’re opening your mouth and speaking.
“Because they’re the plots to movies,” you say, not even responding to Prentiss so much as you’re thinking out loud. “Woman stabbed to death in her shower, another stabbed in the chest and tied up in a tree- those are the plots of Psycho and Scream. And this-”
“Is the plot of Dracula. She’s even got a red dress like Mina wears in the 1992 adaptation Bram Stokers Dracula.” Spencer interjects, and it’s like he takes the words right out of your mouth.
“The unsubs wasn’t cutting the hair because of some sort of fetish, he was doing it to recreate the characters from the movies.” You say, gaining more confidence with each thought.
“Why the hell would someone want to recreate famous horror movie murders?” Morgan frowned, and Gideon closed his file, pushing his chair back and standing up from the round table.
“That’s what we’re going to find out.”
The Jet was surprisingly quiet for its small size. You all sat in comfortable silence as you poured over the case files, quietly hoping there was one easy clue hidden in their contents that could stop this all before you even landed.
But there was no such clue, not one that you could find anyways. The blood and the lifeless eyes became too much for you to stare at for any longer. You would come back to it once you’ve landed with fresh eyes and fresh evidence.
So you closed the file and turned to face the window beside you, watching as the landscape seemed to glide past at a leisurely pace, despite your actual speed. The view suddenly vanished, covered by a thick milky fog, and the plane began to shake as you passed through a particularly turbulent cloud. You glanced around to see no one react to the bumps, Hotch didn't even look up from his file as he leaned forward to push his glass of water away from the edge of the table.
You closed your eyes and reached down to check that your seatbelt was fastened, trying to subtly grip onto the armrest in hopes no one would notice. You weren’t particularly afraid of flying, but something about any sort of turbulence never failed to make your stomach drop and your palms go sweaty.
Without opening your eyes, you felt someone settle into the seat beside you.
“You know, turbulence very rarely causes planes to crash.” the voice speaks. Now that you’re not watching him as he does, you notice that it’s quite the soothing voice. It has a sort of soft raspiness to it that makes your heart rate go down just a bit. You don’t open your eyes, even though you wouldn’t mind getting another look at him. He was just as easy on the eyes as his voice was on the ears.
“And somehow, it doesn’t make it feel any better,” you say, eyes glued shut.
“What you would really need to worry about are microbursts. Sudden downbursts of air associated with thunderstorms, a small craft like this, if we get one at the wrong altitude pfshh- pulverized,” he says quickly, emulating the sound of an explosion.
You squint open one eye, glaring at him.
“Sorry,” he says, realizing his mistake, and your eyes fall back shut as you let out a breathy laugh at the absurdity of it, your head falling back against the headrest. “But we’re not in one at the moment, just going through a cloud. So you shouldn’t worry about that too much either way. Besides, statistically, the odds of actually dying in a plane crash are only one in every one hundred eighty-four thousand three hundred and sixty-four people. You’re more likely to drown actually, which is one in one thousand one hundred and seventeen.”
“Great, now I’m scared of swimming too.” you tease, and he stutters.
“That’s not what I-”
“No, no, I’m kidding. Thanks, Spencer, really,” you say, finally peeling your eyes open to look at him. The turbulence is starting to settle down now, and you can catch glimpses of the landscape through the thinning clouds.
“Did you have any Halloween plans?” you blurt out, in an attempt to distract yourself further.
“Oh uh, not anymore. I think I’ll be a little busy now,” he says, disappointment in his voice.
“But you did? What were they?” you ask, a little more relaxed in your seat now.
“Well, I was toying with the notion of either going to the Edgar Allen Poe shadow puppet theater,” he begins, and you smile at the way he puts the emphasis on the ‘a’ in theater. “Or the reenactment of the 19th-century phantasmagoria.” he continues.
“Those are those… projected ghost stories from France right?” you ask, and a grin splits across Spencer’s cheeks so large you’d think you weren’t on your way to go look at a dead body.
“Yeah, yeah exactly. They used rear projections with lanterns and smokescreens in an attempt to scare the audience using science magic. They even went so far as to require viewers to fast or stay up late so that they’d be more susceptible to the ruse.” He said excitedly, and though there was no longer any turbulence, he was practically bouncing in his seat.
“And they do reenactments of those still?” you ask eagerly. You had a couple of ideas for Halloween plans yourself, but all things you’d done before. Never anything like this.
“Yes! It just so happens I have an extra ticket! If… if you wanted. You know. You don’t have to, but-”
“I’d love to.” You smiled, turning to look at him directly for the first time since he’d come to sit next to you. “If we get back by Halloween, I’m there. No matter how tired I may be.” you chuckle
Spencer doesn’t know what to say, which doesn’t happen very often. He hasn’t had this kind of interaction with someone in a long time. This kind of soft, easy interaction that most people are so accustomed to. Most people cut him off, or sighed and groaned dejectedly, waiting for him to finish his fevered rants. But here you were, only having known him for a few hours, and you reached into his brain and turned the faucet on and let his words pour out.
He just sat there, a smile gracing his lips as he watched you in comfortable silence, unaware of the knowing stares of his team members and the warm buzzing growing in his chest when there was another sudden jolt of turbulence.
The whole plane jerked as if it had blown a tire on the freeway, and without thinking, you shot your hand out to grab the nearest thing you could. Spencer jumped a little as you gripped onto his hand. He couldn’t bring himself to turn and look at you, just peeking from the corner of his eye, frozen. You didn’t seem to realize what you’d done, your eyes back to being screwed shut as you attempted to steady your breathing.
After a moment, spencer settled into it, relaxing his hand and hoping it would relax you. Watching your pained face as you tried to calm yourself caused an uncomfortable pang in his otherwise warm chest, one that he couldn’t quite describe. The same one he had felt before he walked over to your side of the plane to try and tell you not to worry about turbulence. He wondered what all these uncomfortable feelings he was having were being caused by. He’d better take an aspirin when he lands and hope he feels better for the case, he needed to be focused, he thought.
Eventually, when the turbulence died down, and the flight settled back into a comfortable silence, your hand left his. He wasn't even sure you'd realized you'd done it, but he remembered. The feeling of your hand squeezing his was searing onto his skin like he'd been branded, white-hot and unforgettable. He wondered if he'd ever get to feel it again.
really wanna make a fic of reading introducing spencer to twilight and him judging absolutely everything about it
waiting for fanfic writers to post while i absolutely do not make any single contributions to the writing tags
a good fic i’d like to have but refuse to write out due to pure laziness is unsub Spencer Reid.. so if anyone has it.. link please 👁
Here are some Unsub! Reid off the top of my head:
Enmity by @zhuzhubii
Serial Killer Spencer by @spencerreidsthings
Unknown Subjects by @illegalcerebral
Against All Odds by @eideticsreid
Adaptation by @spookydrreid
Oh Ana by @write-orflight
The World Will Remember Us by @agntprentiss ....look on AO3 for it with this title..it’s Reidaway
Article of Faith by @dontshootmespence ....he assists a vigilante reader
The New Bonnie and Clyde by @give-me-a-moose
If Not Victory, then Revenge by @illegalcerebral ....Spencer walks the edge of Unsub territory
2 Stories after Spencer was convicted:
Lily of the Valley by @imagining-in-the-margins
Never Asked Permission by @zhuzhubii
All these authors stories can be found on their masterlists. Hope this helps!
If I missed any please add!
ahh, i asked and you delivered perfectly. thank you so much! re-blogging in case there’s some of you out there looking, too.
a good fic i’d like to have but refuse to write out due to pure laziness is unsub Spencer Reid.. so if anyone has it.. link please 👁
Amethyst you so much
Summary: Spencer has had a crush on Y/N since she started working at the bau. She only ever works the night shift after a case, handling all the aftermath gracefully. one night, Spencer stays back and they strike up a conversation about rocks, causing their feelings to dig a little deeper.
Warnings: pure fluff, weed mention, hurt/comfort, grief and mourning
Word Count: 6.4K
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Late nights at the office had become his thing since Gideon left.
He couldn’t bring himself to go home some nights without a game of chess, a cup of coffee, and the ambiance of the post case staff working. He would’ve had no idea about what goes on after they close a case if he didn’t stay behind most nights.
The phone rings almost every 10 minutes, and it’s always answered by the sweetest voice. The fax machine never turns off, and the most beautiful girl in the world is always running around placing papers in different places.
He’s been smitten with her since she started here, 2 years ago. Never seeing much of her since she was switched to the night shift, always wanting to just watch her from afar, never speaking to her unless he needed to.
“Yes, again we are so sorry for the door,” he can hear her voice from the back corner of the room. “Agent Morgan will be paying for that out of his paycheck, don’t worry, Mr. Kennings. We’ll be sure to remember your hotel when we’re in the area again. The FBI has a very generous budget for overnight cases. Of course, you have a good night too.”
She hung the phone up harshly and let out a deep sigh. He turned around to see her face in her arms, resting against the desk. She looked done, completely fed up. He would be too.
She looked up then, noticing that he was making eye contact with her. She awkwardly smiled and waved at him, “sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry,” Spencer replied. “We asked for the key, I should have stopped him from kicking it in.”
She laughed then, walking over to his desk so she didn’t have to yell across the room. She sat on the corner of his desk lightly, “why do you stay every night?”
“Oh, um,” he wasn’t prepared for this. She had never talked to him before. She was barely able to even look at him when she used to place papers on his desk 2 years ago, now she was on his desk.
“I don’t like to bring the work home with me, it’s better to destress here before I go to my apartment,” he answered, half honestly.
She nodded slightly, “I get it. Luckily I go home in the mornings so the sun helps me feel better.”
“Going home in the dark isn’t fun,” she lightly smiled up at her.
“Do you want a coffee or anything?” She asked softly, “seeing as I am still your assistant as long as you’re here?”
He laughed lightly, “I would, but I’d like to join you in the staff room for it?”
“Okay,” she stood, straightening out her shirt as he stood as well.
He held the doors open for her, letting her walk out first, still smiling as she waited in the hall for him. Never being anything less than 1 foot from him for some reason, and he didn’t mind in the slightest.
“Do you like your job?” He asked lightly.
“Oh yeah,” she laughed. “It’s like customer service on crack. Have you ever had to explain to someone why you can’t pay for the cracked foundation after Agent Morgan’s ransacked a place?”
“I honestly never thought of who has to deal with the aftermath,” he awkwardly admitted to her. “I’m so sorry.”
She couldn’t stop laughing as they entered the kitchen, “it’s fine. I never have to apologize on your behalf, it’s everyone else who seems to be reckless. Sometimes I feel like it would be better if I came along to babysit.”
“That would be helpful,” he smiled softly as she entered the staff room.
He watched as she took a new coffee filter out of the cupboard. Emptying the coffee pot with ease, rinsing everything before adding the water and scooping in the grounds. He was mesmerized by how fast she was able to do it, then again it was sort of her job.
“What mug would you like?” She turned to him with a smile that made his heart skip a beat.
“Um, the purple one, if it’s there?”
“You really like purple, huh?” She teased him, standing on her tippy-toes to reach the mug for him.
She placed it on the counter before grabbing a white mug, it had a bumblebee on it, “bee happy” written along the top. It was perfect for her.
“Purple is a stress-reducing colour,” she explained. “When I was a kid my parents painted my room purple so that I’d sleep better.”
“I’ve always been drawn to it.”
She leaned against the counter while the coffee pot started to percolate, “Probably because of your anxiety, coffee doesn’t help that.”
“It’s in my DNA to be like this,” he tried to joke, knowing he succeeded when her smile crept back onto her face.
He was on a mission to keep seeing it.
“For someone who spends a lot of time with dead bodies, creepy places and bad people, you sure are a mousy little thing aren’t you?” She teased him.
“I also love Halloween, go figure.” He’s not sure where the confidence came from, being able to make light-hearted jokes like this was only easy with the team.
Which she technically was a part of. He’s seen her almost every single day for 3 years, slowly being able to get comfortable enough for this very moment.
“What else are you into, outside of here?” She asked honestly, making his heart swell as no one else had ever asked him before.
“Lots of things,” he sighed. “I love to read, I’ll read anything. But mostly I enjoy far-off worlds. Lord of the Rings, Star Trek, Doctor Who, Sherlock mostly.”
“No supernatural?” She gasped. “Sacrilege, honestly. What kind of nerd are you if you don't support supperwholock?”
“That's the show with the monster hunting brothers right?” He tried to recall it to his mind.
She nodded with a pressed-lipped smile, “it’s bad but in a way where I can’t stop watching every Thursday, they just introduced an angel who is pretty gay. Star Trek is cool too, I guess, I was raised by Trekkies.”
“My mom was into Doctor Who.”
“Mamma’s boy,” she teased him slightly, returning her focus to the coffee as she poured the now finished brew into their mugs. “She was nice when she came in that one time, I made her a very sweet coffee just like yours.”
He reached for the sugar then, poring a generous amount into his mug with a grin, “how much do you like?”
“the same amount,” she couldn’t help but laugh. “I hate the taste of coffee, but it keeps me awake.”
He poured the sugar into her mug as she places a spoon in each. Allowing him to stir his own before picking it up finally. Holding the warm ceramic in his hands, it was almost as warm as the feeling in his chest when he looked at her.
He’s felt it for a long time. He’s been caught staring at her by Derek, JJ even tried to get him to give her his number. Which she already had for when she calls him into work in the middle of the night. They knew he had a crush, he did too. He just didn’t know what to do about it.
“Come to my desk, I want to show you something?” She asked softly, avoiding eye contact as she walked towards the door.
He followed, like a lost puppy, all the way back to her desk. It was always neat, he always looked at it when he made his way up the stairs to the briefing room. He could even see it from where he sat at the table sometimes. Always wanting to see her leave in the mornings.
She had a collection of rocks that always changed, he loved the blue one the most but it wasn’t there currently. She had all new ones since the last time he looked.
“Here,” she hands him one. It’s brown and gold, the colours moving and shifting as he turns it with his fingers. The gold running through it like a beautiful wave.
“what’s this for?”
“It’s a Tiger’s eye, for good luck and happiness,” she smiled. “Keep it at your desk and maybe it’ll be easier for you to relax when you come back?”
The butterflies in his chest were swirling then as she looked up at him with pleading eyes. Wanting him to take it, wanting him to feel better. Caring for him.
“Thank you,” he barely whispers, clearing his throat softly. “It’s very nice of you.”
“You’re always nice to me, so,” she shrugged.
They sat down then, he dragged his chair from his desk over to hers. Sitting in close as she explained all the meanings to her rocks. He listened carefully, getting to examine each one as she spoke.
“This one is Jade, it’s for balancing emotions and allowing compassion so I don’t scream at everyone on the phone,” she laughed as she placed one in his hands. Her fingers brushing his palm softly.
It was a beautiful green stone with a thin white line running through it, separating into 3 directions as he flipped it over, “it’s beautiful.”
“I know some people don’t believe in this stuff,” she started to get embarrassed as she placed them all back on the shelf. “But I’ve always thought; if the moon, which is just a rock, can control the water, and humans are 70% water, then who’s to tell me the moon cycles don’t control my emotions and these smaller rocks can’t help problem areas?”
“You’re not wrong,” he shook his head softly as he thought her words over. “People depended on the stars and planets for guidance originally, as well as rocks and herbs for healing, just because it’s outdated doesn’t mean it doesn’t work?”
“Thank you,” she smiled. “No one has ever agreed with me that easily.”
“Anytime you want to talk, I’ll just be over there,” he pointed at his desk. “And I’m a phone call away?” He swallowed sharply at his boldness, trying to stay calm as he awaited her answer.
“I do have your number,” she smiled, reaching out to place her hand on his. “But you should go home, I’m sure you’re chilled out now.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, staring at her hand as they touched. He lightly wrapped his hand around hers, holding it slightly, running his thumb over her knuckles. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“And every day after,” she whispered, tilting her head as she smiled at him.
This was going to be interesting.
—
Penelope was always dragging him out. She would take him shopping, to dinner, to the movies. She was like his big sister, dedicated to making sure he wasn’t always cooped up or trying to retreat into a fantasy life.
She kept him busy.
She had 4 bags in her hands as they walked down the street, peering into the store windows to see what else she could possibly be interested in taking home for someone. That’s when they passed the natural health store.
He stopped in his tracks, seeing all the different rocks on the wall accompanies by little cards that described how they could help. He opened the door and rushed inside before Penelope even noticed he stopped following her.
“Good afternoon!” The shop owner called out to him. “How can I assist you today?”
“Um, the girl I like has a rock collection,” he says softly, knowing Penelope is behind him listening. “Crystals more specifically, I’d like to get her some?”
“Well, you came to the right place,” the man beams, escorting him to the wall of rocks. “What is she like?”
“Wonderful,” the words are carried out of his mouth on a sigh as he thinks about her. “She’s confident and nice, and caring. She’s always positive and just so lovely.”
“I’ve got you,” the man starts picking rocks off the wall and placing them in his hands.
Spencer follows him to the desk where he lays down a handful of rocks, Penelope is shockingly quiet as she stands beside him, staring at the collection. She’ll be full of questions later, all of which he is terrified of.
“This is a rose quartz, pretty basic love, beauty, anti-depression stone,” he pushes the pink and a green rock towards him. “Serpentine is for new adventures, observation and insight. I have a feeling you’re up for an adventure with her?”
Spencer nodded enthusiastically, “I like that one. It would be better to get her some rare ones, some that have to do with friendship, new beginnings, or opportunities?” He tried to explain his feelings as best as he could. Not knowing if he sounded dumb for a change.
The man smiled wide, “here,” he dipped below the counter and dug out a box. “Chrysocolla is literally for new beginnings, love and opportunity.”
He hands Spencer a vitreous, raw blue stone with small green marks running all through it, it’s beautiful like her. “This is perfect.”
“I’ll throw in a Kiwi Jasper as well, it’s for being by someone's side, support and trust. As well as a Ruby in Zoisite it symbolizes finding the joy in life with someone,” he hands Spencer two equally beautiful stones, prepping a bag and wrappings for all of them.
Spencer lays out the 5 stones he picked out, watching him wrap them with care before placing them in a bag. He rings everything up, Spencer pays and before he’s even out the door Penelope is pouncing on him for answers.
“Who?!”
He can't help but blush and stutter, trying to brush past her and continue walking down the street. “You can’t hide forever Spencer, who is she?”
“How do you know it’s a she?”
“You literally said so?” She looks at him like he’s an idiot. “Come on? I won't tell anyone!”
“Y/N.”
The gears are turning in Penelope's head as she tries to place a face to the name, knowing she’s seen her somewhere, “From the office?”
He nods softly, “the one Derek bullies me for staring at?” He clues her in more as they walk.
“He also bullies her for staring at you,” she adds with a smile. “She’s going to love those, when are you going to give them to her?”
“I was thinking about just leaving one on her desk every day? Maybe with a note for why I picked it?” He really wants to woo her, she’s too special to just flirt with.
“She’s going to love that.”
—
Sure enough, he walked into work every day for the next week, placing a rock on a sticky note on her desk. He was never around when she was able to see it, only knowing she got it when he'd arrive at work the next morning with a note reading 'thank you ♥︎ ' on top of his files.
He thinks about her all weekend, planning how he'll give her the last rock as he takes the elevator up that morning. Only to see her sitting at her desk, phone pressed to her ear as she tried to talk someone out of suing the FBI, she looked absolutely miserable. Just a casual Monday morning for her, almost at the end of her shift.
He rushed over to his desk, putting all his stuff down to dig one of the rocks from his satchel. Picking the Kiwi Jasper for today, he grabbed a pen and a sticky note and wrote her a little note.
“Always here if you need to talk, -Spencer ♥︎”
He walked over to her desk, she was still talking so she didn’t notice him until he was right there, she looked up at him with a thankful smile.
“Yes sir,” she answered the person talking to her. “Can I call you back after I speak to the chief? thanks.” She hung up on him, turning all her attention to Spencer.
“I know you know it's been me leaving these, but I brought you in another one,” he says softly, placing the rock in her hand and sticking the note to the shelf where it would end up.
“oh my gosh, Spencer?” She placed her free hand on her heart as she looked at the rock.
“You looked upset?”
She stands and pulls him into a hug, he can feel all the eyes on him as he holds her back, letting his chin rest on her shoulder as she squeezes him.
“Thank you,” she whispered as she pulled back, awkwardly smiling at him as she also noticed everyone staring.
“Always,” he smiled back, hand still resting on her arm. “Um, I have a case I need to get to.”
“Of course, good luck,” she smiled.
He pulls the tiger's eye out of his shirt pocket, showing her that he still had it, “kinda hard not to have good luck with this.”
She bit back a smile, her eyes gleaming as she took a deep breath through her nose. Releasing the same feelings he was keeping inside, allowing both their butterflies to swarm out together.
—
He loved when they had cases in Virginia. Being able to stay in the bullpen and work was relaxing, it was easier to think where he felt safe.
He was working on the geo profile all alone, a huge map stretched across a clear case board as he laid a yardstick across it. Drawing a thick red line with marker over it, in his own little world as he worked away.
He doesn’t realize she’s standing there too until she’s lightly pressing her hand on his back.
“Hey,” she whispers softly. “It’s 10 pm, thought you’d like a coffee?” She places the purple mug on his desk with her purse, turning her attention back to what he’s doing.
“Thank you, I’m almost done here,” he says softly, finishing the red triangle he was making on the map.
“I’ve always found it fascinating how you do this,” she complimented him. “You’re so careful.”
“Like baking, it’s an exact science,” he smiled softly.
It made her giggle slightly, placing her hand back on his back as she moved in closer to look. He wanted her to stay there forever, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to focus. He tried his best to steady his hand as he finished the line.
Putting the yardstick back down and turning to her, she doesn’t move her hand, instead, softly moving to rest on his arm as she stands close to him. “How are you?”
He feels nervous for some reason, it’s not like she hasn’t been this close to him before. It’s just that she’s close and she smells wonderful and he wonders if her lips would be a better wake-up call than the coffee she brought.
He realizes he’s staring at her lips when he licks his own, “I’m good,” he furrows his brow and clears his throat with a nod.
She smirks at him, “how come you’re the only one still here? Hotch said it could wait till tomorrow?”
“I was waiting for you,” he admits, “but I got carried away setting this up, I never heard you come in?”
“Cause I didn’t,” she scrunches her nose slightly as she straightens her stance. “I saw you working hard and went right to get you a coffee.”
“You’re wonderful,” he blushes as the words slip out, trying his best to keep eye contact when all he wants to do is kiss her.
She pats his arm slightly as she backs up a little, grabbing her bag from where she set it on his desk. “I’m going to set up for the night, come talk to me before you leave?”
“Of course,” he says as she walks away, letting out a small sigh as he realizes just how badly he wants her.
He never gets to talk to her before he leaves, she’s on the phone when hotch comes storming in. Saying something about another body and making Reid leave with him. He’s busy for 3 days straight, thinking about her with every free thought he’s able to squeeze in.
He carries the rock from her in his pocket everywhere he goes; in his pants beside his keys, in his bag with his books, in his breast pocket, over his heart, behind a bulletproof vest. Feeling it press against his chest, a part of her keeping him safe where ever he went.
They finish the case with minimal damage, Spencer specifically making sure that Derek leaves all the doors on the hinges for Y/N’s sake, cleaning up any messes they make so she won’t have to hear about it over the phone. They all notice that he’s doing it for her, quietly appreciating the fact that Spencer is happy for a change, that there’s a glimmer of hope in his eyes again.
He arrives back at Quantico 30 minutes before her shift starts. Everyone else is packing up for the day while he sits at his desk, reading to occupy the time before she comes in.
Only she doesn’t.
30 minutes pass and she’s nowhere to be seen, it’s only 9:02 by the time he starts to panic. Wondering if she’s okay, hoping she’s just in the elevator or grabbing a coffee that’s actually good, somewhere outside of the office.
“Reid,” he hears Hotch calling him from his office door. “She just called in, her grandmother passed away last night so she won't be in.”
“Oh,” he furrows his brow, looking at him with confusion. “How did you know?”
“Penelope,” he smiles. “She’s still here too, and she knows where Y/N lives.”
“It wouldn’t be weird to go see if she’s okay?”
Hotch just smiles at him again, “go see her, Reid.”
Getting her address from Penelope felt a little weird, but she writes it on a sticky note for him and he’s out the door before she can even pry into what he’s going to say. Which is good, because he doesn’t know yet.
It’s late, but he stops by the little rock store on his way to her house. Seeing the lights still on and the same man from before behind the counter.
“Welcome back,” he’s overly cheerful for it being so late. “How did she like them?”
“She likes the ones I’ve given her so far,” he smiles, looking over the wall himself this time for the right one.
Scanning past every emotion and affirmation known to man as he looked around, picking out a beautiful pink Rhodonite for healing grief, supposedly acting as a hug from emotional troubles. And a Rainbow Moonstone for inner peace, harmony and strength.
“She’s lost someone recently?” He asks as Spencer places them on the counter.
“Her grandmother,” he says softly. “These are good, right?”
“They’ll be perfect, we also have amethyst bracelets, they’re good for healing and drawing in positive energy,” he points towards the small display of bracelets. Small purple stones separated with small gold beads.
He picks up 2 of them, placing them on the counter as well.
“Is she still just a crush?”
Spencer laughs lightly, “unfortunately.”
“She might be more after this,” he smirks, ringing him up. “I’ll give you a 2 for one deal on everything, I have a feeling you’ll be in a lot.”
Spencer thanks him as he pays, picking out a small purple bag for the rocks and bracelet. Placing one on his own wrist before leaving. Also picking up some cookie dough ice cream and a card at the corner store just beside her apartment. Remembering all the times Penelope, JJ or Emily has mentioned it being the best ice cream for crying.
He takes a very deep breath before knocking on her door, hoping to every god out there that she doesn’t find this incredibly inappropriate and weird.
“Spencer?” He hears her voice before she even opens the door, looking out the peephole at him.
She whips the door open, eyes puffy and swollen as she looks at him in shock. She’s in a big sweater and shorts, tears dripping down her cheeks as she shakes her head at him.
“I thought you could use some cheering up?” He awkwardly smiles, holding the ice cream up for her to see.
She wraps her arms around his middle, burying her face against his coat. Still crying as she holds him, he holds her with his free hand, shushing her as he presses his cheek to her head.
She pulls back with a sniffle, “come in,” she offers with an arm out, ushering him inside the small room as she closes the door.
He takes his shoes off, handing her the ice cream so he can take off his coat and satchel too. “This isn’t weird right?”
“Not at all,” she laughs slightly through the awkwardness. “You don’t know how much it means to me that you care this much.”
“I brought something for you,” he says as he struggles to dig everything out of his pocket.
He hands her the card and the little purple bag, seeing the overwhelming glance grow on her face. Her eyes grew wide as he mouth opened, speechless.
She opened the card first, reading the passage about grief that was already provided. Dealing with grief was something Spencer knew too well, adding something a little special to the bottom of the card.
“To live in hearts we left behind is not to die,” -Thomas Campbell. As long as you remember her, with a smile on your face and love in your heart, she will always be with you ♥︎ Spencer
She wipes her tears with her forearm, placing the card on the counter beside the ice cream before she opens the bag. She pulls out the bracelet first, absolute shock on her face.
“Spencer?” Is all she can say, in a high squeak as she shakes her head at him.
“I didn’t want you to be sad,” he says softly, stepping into her space and placing a hand on her arm. “I love seeing you smile, and I thought this could help.
He takes the bracelet from her grasp and places it over her hand. Resting it on her wrist softly, straightening it out against her sweater as she notices the matching on over his shirt sleeve.
“Oh this is so cute,” she swoons. “thank you, really Spencer.”
“And there are some rocks for grief healing in there too, one is supposedly like an emotional hug which should heal the grief and sorrow, and the other is more for inner peace and harmony,” he rambles away, not wanting her to miss anything.
She pours the rocks from the bag, into her hand, looking them over silently with a smile, “they’ll look great on my desk.”
“The purple looks nice on you too,” he compliments her, watching her eyes drift up to him.
She places the rocks on the counter before wrapping her arms around him once more. This time he’s able to actually hold her back, tight as possible as he rubs his hand over her back.
She smells like home, clean laundry and happiness. She’s soft and warm, he holds her perfectly against his chest, like she was a missing puzzle piece that someone finally found under the table, she fits into his life like she was supposed to be there.
She kisses his cheek softly before she pulls back, causing him to pull her into a real kiss on impulse. Connecting their lips as she sighs into the contact, melting into his grasp as she kisses him back.
Her lips are soft, fitting between his own gently as she breathes him in. Her hands reach up to grip his cheeks, kissing him again and again, placing pecks to his lips and cheeks with her eyes closed as he giggles.
“Thank you,” she whispers against his lips, “for everything.”
“I’d do anything for you,” he whispers back, kissing her one last time before she pulls away.
“I was actually about to smoke some weed on the fire escape and probably cry some more,” she laughs lightly. “would you like to join me?”
“I’ll stick with a bowl of ice cream,” he smiled awkwardly.
“Nice one,” she laughs as she opens the ice cream.
“What?”
“Oh, you didn’t even get the reference you made,” she laughs lightly, “to get high you smoke a bowl, so…”
It makes him smile, “I'm a comedian part-time.”
He makes her laugh again, loving the sound of her giggle replacing the tears. “Why aren’t you this funny at work?”
He thinks about it for a little, watching her scoop the ice cream into two bowls, “it’s a little hard to make jokes when people's lives are on the line, I know everyone else does but I get too focused.”
“They probably wouldn’t appreciate your jokes even if you did make them,” she says as she handed him a bowl with a spoon. “They’re kind of mean to you, in a family way but it still sucks sometimes to overhear.”
She walks into the living area then, grabbing a few blankets and opening the window to the fire escape. Crawling out to sit on the ledge, waiting for him.
“I don’t mind it,” he says as he finally sits down beside her.
She places the blanket over their laps, both of them sitting criss-cross applesauce as they ate.
“Do you like your job?” She asks him, just like he once asked her.
“Most of the time,” he nodded as he got brain freeze. The cold air, the cold ice cream, everything that was catching up to him as he scrunched his face up at the feeling.
She laughs at him only a bit before she’s also attacked by the brain freeze, holding the vein in her neck as she chokes out another laugh, trying to warm up the blood going to her head so the pain would stop.
They’re both just a mess of giggles together, unable to say any words as they let it all out. She leans her head on his shoulder lightly as they calm down to just soft chuckles. He presses his cheek against her head.
“Thank you, Spencer,” it sounds like she’s crying a bit. “My grandma was a lovely woman, she’d be glad I’m laughing right now.”
He reached out a hand for her to hold over the blanket. She interlocked their fingers softly, both cold from holding their ice cream bowls.
“If she was anything like you, I’m sure she was the most wonderful woman,” he says softly, not intending to make her cry but having a feeling he might.
“Would you be interested in holding me on the couch while I cry?” She asked softly, tears in her eyes as she looked up at him.
“Whatever you need, I’m here for you.”
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He’s late for work the next morning.
Waking up to the smell of coffee, opening his eyes to a strange view. He’s on a couch he doesn’t recognize in a room he doesn’t know too well.
Then he remembers, they ended up cuddled up on the couch. He wakes up to the memory of her on his chest, crying softly as they listened to some music, he ran his hand over her back while she went through it all, blessed to have his support.
He fell asleep under her at some point, waking up alone with a blanket laid over him. He sat up to see her in the kitchen, pouring coffee into a travel mug.
“Good, you’re awake,” she smiles at him. “Coffee is ready, I uh, I have this button-up shirt from a guy friend, if you wanted to wear that to work today? So they don’t think you stayed here?”
“That’s smart,” he replies as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes.
Getting up, he uses the bathroom, changes and takes that coffee from her. He’s not expecting her to kiss him on the lips at the door, but she sends him off to work like an old housewife.
He doesn’t want to pull away from her, keeping her pressed against him as he leans in for 4 more kisses before she finally pushes him out into the hallway with a laugh, “get to work!”
“Fine,” he sighs, “are you going to be in tonight?”
“Yeah,” she smiles, “funeral is in West Virginia next week, so I’ll be in until then.”
“I’ll see you later?”
She nods slightly with a soft smile, “you’ll be seeing a lot of me soon, Spencer.”
“Good,” he winks at her before heading down the hallway and towards the street entrance.
He sighs as he walks outside, resting his back against the apartment complex door, taking a moment to think about everything that just happened, the night of company and the wonderful send-off.
It was something he could get used to.
He rushes into the briefing room when he arrives at Quantico, sitting down with his coffee and pretending he wasn’t late. Listening carefully to JJ’s presentation of the case as he flips through everything he missed already.
“Wheels up in 30,” he heard Hotch say as he zoned back in. “Nice of you to join us, Reid.”
“I know that travel mug from somewhere,” Derek said as he stared at Spencer, who was taking a sip to avoid the awkwardness.
“Hmm?” He played dumb.
“That’s Y/N’s. She washes it every morning when she leaves to go home, I see her do it every morning,” his eyes open wide. “Holy shit.”
“Isn’t that the same tie and slacks from yesterday?” Emily teased him as well.
“Her grandma died, I brought her ice cream and slept on the couch okay?” He all but yelled, flailing his arms slightly so they’d all back off.
Derek reached his fist out for him to pound it, “good man.”
Then Penelope noticed the bracelet, “did she get you that?”
He sunk his hand into his pocket then, “no.”
“What?” Emily and JJ asked in unison, straining their necks to try and get a good look at what she was talking about.
He nervously held his arm out for them, showing them the purple bracelet resting over the sleeve of his shirt. “I got one for her too, it’s for healing and peace. It’s what she needs right now.”
“Oh, so you love her,” Derek smiles as he teases him. Making everyone else in the room swoon slightly.
“Okay and?”
“Oh my god!” Most of them shout at him, embarrassing him to no end. He was so glad she wasn’t at work this morning or else she would be able to hear this from her desk.
“Did you kiss her?” Rossi pries, asking what everyone else was thinking.
He scrunches his face, pushing his glasses up slightly as he clears his throat, “a few times.”
“Is she your girlfriend?” JJ kept the questions coming.
“Not yet,” he said softly. “Kinda weird to walk into her apartment while she cries to say ‘hey sorry about the death in your family, want to date me?’”
“Yeah,” Emily agrees, shrugging lightly. “At least she knows you like her now, it’s been what? 2 years?”
“2 years, 3 months, 17 days and 43 minutes,” he confirms with a small nod and pressed lips.
“Gross,” Derek teases him.
“The plane is leaving in 10 minutes,” Hotch cut into their fun.
Making them all gather their things and continue the interrogation in the elevator, and eventually on the plane, and in the police precinct. Even Penelope called him in the middle of everything to bug him about her.
The questions were never-ending, everyone wanted to know how they even started talking, who made the first move, how he plans to ask her out. They were relentless, he almost regretted admitting to anything.
They bug him all throughout the day, all the way until they’re arriving back at the BAU late that same night. He almost doesn’t want to go back to the bullpen and see her with all of them, knowing they were going to follow and say something.
She’s waiting in the hall when the elevator doors open, a pressed-lipped smile on her face, “bad news.”
“Another one?” Hotch sighs, “have Garcia send us the info. Be at the table in 10.” He pushes his way out of the elevator, passed them all as they stare at Y/N.
“Hi?” She awkwardly waves at them all, showing off the bracelet on her wrist.
“See ya, Spence,” JJ and Emily say as they matt his shoulder, dragging Derek and Rossi towards the bullpen doors.
“Sorry,” he apologizes for them softly, stepping into her space.
She wraps him up in a quick hug, keeping one arm around his waist as she guides him towards the bullpen, “it’s fine, they’re going to have to get used to us being together.”
“Together?” He repeats her words.
“I only cry on my boyfriend's shoulders, if you're up for the title?” She teases him softly, pinching his side as they walk towards the doors.
“Can I frame “Dr. Spencer Reid, Y/N’s boyfriend” beside my Ph.D.’s?” He keeps his hand on her shoulder, holding each other slightly as they walk towards her desk. He felt like one of those kids who wouldn’t let go of their girlfriend's hand in the school hallway, attached to her at the hip.
“I’ll make one for you while you’re gone,” she laughs lightly.
They stop at her desk where he sees all rocks he got her collecting on the shelf, as well as a cup of coffee and his favourite kind of donut.
“Thought you deserved something nice too,” she says as she nudges his side.
He kisses her on the cheek as a thank you, “you’re welcome,” she smiles to herself. A feeling of pride growing in both their chests.
“See you later?” He asks as he picks up the coffee and donut, walking away slowly as she smiles at him.
“Come home to me safely, Doctor Reid,” her voice is just loud enough for everyone in the briefing room, where everyone is waiting at the window, watching them, deciding to put on a show in return.
He stops on the steps to look at her softly, “I’d fight a thousand unsubs to come home to you.”
“I’ll leave the light on,” she blows a kiss at him, making him blush a deep red.
He waves, making his way up the steps and into the briefing room. A smile on his face, heart thumping in his chest, all the support in the world swarming around him as everyone patted him on the back.
That tiger’s eye really did bring him good luck and happiness, and her name was Y/N.
A Lesson In Romance: All Chapters!
NOTE: i recently migrated this series from @maddieinwonder to this blog! if you'd like to know why, please read this post ♡
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader
Plot: Reader keeps getting caught in rom-com situations with Spencer Reid.
Genres: 80% fluff, 15% angst, 5% smut
Warnings: A little swearing, violence, and alcohol. Explicitly sexual chapters will be marked with an asterisk (*)
My complete masterlist here!
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ALL CHAPTERS
A Lesson In Romance #1: Meet-Cutes
A Lesson In Romance #2: Opposites Attract
A Lesson In Romance #3: The Cast
A Lesson In Romance #4: Mutual Pining (1 of 2)
A Lesson In Romance #5: Mutual Pining (2 of 2)
A Lesson in Romance #6: Pillow Talk
A Lesson In Romance #7: False Start
A Lesson In Romance #8: Relationship Upgrade
A Lesson In Romance #9: First Date
A Lesson In Romance #10: Thoughts
A Lesson In Romance #11: Actions
A Lesson In Romance #12: First Time*
A Lesson In Romance #13: One Year Later
A Lesson In Romance #14: Moving In
A Lesson In Romance #15 — Coming Soon!
Sunday Afternoon
Spencer Reid x (implied) BAU!Reader
Warning: none! pure fluff, Spencer made a joke
Summary: Spencer asking you whether you want to have kids someday or not.
Note: again, as I said before, Dad!Spencer concept is something personal to me. This is him discussing with you about building families and having kids. AGAIN I'm no longer asking, I want Spencer to become a dad. Thank you.
“Do you want to have kids someday?”
You popped one eye open upon the question, your gaze meeting Spencer’s distracted face. He was staring into the television mindlessly that showcased a Master Chef episode. You had been hooking him up with some mindless TV show just to fill the time lately. He had never been a fan, but he strangely enjoyed Master Chef and The Great British Bake Off the most.
“Huh?” you shifted on your spot. Your head was on Spencer’s lap, and his fingers dutifully scratched your scalp soothingly just the way you liked it.
“I’d love to have one someday,” Spencer continued, ignoring your confused look and question. “I always wonder what it feels like to have a sibling. Or siblings.”
“You spent three Christmases in my parents’ house, you basically have a glimpse of what it feels like to have siblings.”
Spencer snorted. “Yeah. It’s always fun to see how you manage to find anything to argue about with your sister.”
“Or fight the remote with my brother,” you rolled your eyes, but the corner of your lips quirked up at the thought.
Spencer laughed this time. He gently grabbed your hand and entwined your fingers together, bringing it closer to his lips to plant a soft kiss on your knuckles. Silence fell upon you comfortably, in such familiarity that didn’t leave you suffocating. You practically could see his gears turning inside his fast-paced mind, thinking about everything and nothing.
“I would love to someday,” you mused. Your finger mindlessly made a soothing circle pattern on his palm, indicating that you were thinking and rambling.
“To have kids?”
“Hmm-mm.” You gently pushed his arms away to sit up. Spencer gently pulled his arms away, eyes staring at you getting comfortable on your seat. You let out a sigh, hand loosely toyed with the hem of his hoodie. “Maybe two or three kids. Nothing more than that.”
“I want a house full of kids.”
“Spencer Reid, that means I have to get pregnant multiple times. I am not going to push that many babies of yours out of my body,” you deadpanned.
Spencer, however, grinned widely. “My babies?”
You could feel your face warmed up, but you fought it with an eye roll and a huff. “If you think I’d willingly carry any man’s baby that’s not yours, you’re crazy.”
Spencer laughed, “Are you proposing to become the mother of my children?” he grinned, so wide and childishly that you couldn’t help but to smile back. You still wanted to smack his head, however. “Is that what you’re implying?”
“Unless you have another person in mind, then yes.”
“I can’t think any other person that I’d partnered up to raise a child with.”
“Partner?” you cocked an eyebrow.
“Isn’t that what we are?” Spencer’s corner of lips quirked up in a teasing smile. “A partner? Co-workers?”
You snorted. “Co-workers that sleep together for three years, spend every holiday together, move in together, and get engaged a week ago?”
“Exactly.”
“Then we’re one hell of an amazing partner,” you whispered, caressing his face and smiled when Spencer immediately melted on your touch. “In my professional opinion, we’d make an amazing team to raise a child together.”
Spencer sighed. “In my professional opinion, we should get married.”
You smiled. “Too bad somebody already put a ring on me.”
Spencer laughed, shaking his head. He gently covered your hands on his face, thumb so slowly brushing your knuckles. “How mad do you think our friends would be if we run away to Vegas now and get married?”
“I think it’s my mom we should be worried about,” you laughed. “And Penelope. She’d terrorize us. And I don’t want to think about what she’d do in order to get us to throw a party.”
“I don’t need a party. I’d marry you here and then, I’d marry you in the bullpen if I have to.”
“Spencer Reid, I’d marry you in a dumpster. But we already have a venue waiting to be visited next weekend,” you gently reminded him.
Spencer wrinkled his nose. “Gross. But points taken.”
You laughed, and couldn’t help yourself to press a kiss on the tip of his nose. Spencer squeezed his eyes and scrunched his nose adorably in response, then managed to whine that you didn’t kiss him in the right place. You ignored his whine in favor of munching on a snack, and Spencer spent ten minutes pouting like a little kid.
You could imagine it as clear as the day, this place filled with laughter and a pitter patter of small feet running around the place. You could see Spencer beaming and being a loving dad, you had seen it almost every weekend with his godsons. You could see a future with white picket-fences together with him, a happy one that you deserved.
You couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life together with him, that’s for sure. But you still had a wedding to go through, and you decided you’d go one step at the time.
Defining Features
overview: spencer finds out what reader thinks his most defining feature is
genre: flufffffff
a/n: ok i love this now but kind of hated it at first bc i wasnt sure how to end it and i almost deleted it completely but yall convinced me not to so thank you for that bc now i like it :) anyway as always lmk what you think!
masterlist
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you chased Derek around the office as best you could, swift and agile movements sending you both through the maze of desks and office chairs.
"i'm rooting for y/n," spencer chuckled, watching amused.
"pretty boy shes got our names in here!" morgan explained, running towards him waving a notebook in the air.
"ok i take that back i'm rooting for morgan."
you watched morgan coyly drop your notebook on Spencer's desk who slyly put it be hind his back, pressing it between himself and the back of his chair.
you were embarrassed of what you had in that notebook. of course, it served its purpose as a place for taking notes about cases, but when you first arrived to the BAU nearly a year ago, you used it to write down the names of your team members and their defining traits to help you remember who's who. and you were incredibly honest.
you came up to Spencer, his eyes following you the whole time. you stuck your hand out, palm up waiting for him to give you back your notebook. he feigned confusion, furrowing his eyebrows. though you saw right through his pretend innocence, nudging your hand even closer, wiggling your fingers slightly.
he looked back down at your hand and for a split second you saw his the corners of his lips twitch upwards. not that you were looking. he glanced at morgan before turning his attention back to you, which prompted you to stick your hand even closer to him.
he shrugged, glaring at your hand and gently placing his chin in it. he looked up at you, holding back a smile. your annoyance suddenly melted away as you laughed at his odd interpretation of what you wanted.
but it was a trap!
in the couple of seconds it took you to laugh, morgan had reached behind spencer and once again stolen your notebook! he held it high above his head with one hand, the rest of the team's attention now on you guys.
"spencer you traitor!" you gasped, dropping his chin and smacking his arm lightly.
"just tell us why were in here, and this will all end." morgan bargained
"well why didn't you just ask?" you chuckled, "when i first joined i wrote your names down to help me remember. spencer back me up with science."
"Psychology research and learning experts suggest writing things down leads to better memory and cognitive function. Writing helps one monitor whats known, as well as causing one to engage in retrieval practice: a more active form of learning." spencer nodded, ending with a tight lipped smile.
"a likely story..." morgan narrowed his eyes. "then why was mine 'Derek eyebrows Morgan'"
you widened you eyes, feeling your face get warmer with each passing second, "because i also added your defining features." you looked around, sighing in defeat when you saw everyones curious faces, "go ahead and look."
"i'm just mad that mine was 'eyebrows' and not 'sexy beast'." morgan laughed, making you feel less embarrassed as he lowered the book and opened it, everyone huddling around him.
"Emily badass prentiss," Emily laughed, looking over at you, "i like that one."
"yeah i got it confused with 'Jennifer bad bitch jereau' a lot so," you chuckled, causing a proud smile to break on JJ's face.
"Penelope ray of sunshine Garcia," Garcia beamed, ironically, acting out her name exactly.
"accurate." morgan smiled.
"Aaron wheels up hotchner." hotch read out, looking up at you and clearly suppressing a smile.
"David i already know him cause he's famous Rossi." Rossi laughed, "i was expecting Italian but i like this one too."
Spencer began to get nervous about what his own would be. what if it was his iq? or the word 'nerd'? or 'genius?' or anything else that would once again reduce him to his intelligence. or worse what if it was one of his physical insecurities? like eyebags? or lanky? he felt his palms start to sweat while his eyes scanned the page in search of his own name.
"Spencer handsome Reid." he read aloud.
oh. oh.
he smiled feeling his neck, ears and cheeks get immeasurably warm as he looked up at you. you had already covered your face, trying to hide the rouge that fell upon your own. you peeked through your fingers and immediately felt better when you saw the dopey smile on his face.
"oh come on! he got handsome and i got eyebrows!" morgan cried, throwing his arms up.
"if i'm not mistaken you're the one that calls him pretty boy." you teased, plucking your notebook from his hands and walking back towards your desk, sitting down to finish your work.
Spencer's eyes were trained on you. he couldn't believe it. the most beautiful human being ever thought that he was handsome. so handsome that it was his most defining feature!
he hadn't even noticed that everyone had already dispersed and gone back to work. or that morgan had been talking to him this whole time.
"hello? earth to Reid?" morgan said, waving his hand in front of Spencer's lovesick face. "did you hear a word of what i said?"
Spencer couldn't even turn his head to face morgan, he was stuck in a dopey, adorable trance. his smile wide and unwavering as he got ready to speak.
"she thinks i'm handsome." he sighed happily.
spencer spent the rest of the day in absolute euphoria, an extra spring in his step at the idea of mutual attraction.
but once he was home, and all alone, something awful began to plague his mind. what if you only thought he was handsome before? or you've already gotten bored of him? what if you were covering your face because you didnt want to see him? how could he make sure you still thought he was handsome?
how could he look more conventionay attractive?
so the next day he ditched his selweater vest and tie, gelled his hair up, and tried his best to cover his eyebags with a pair of sunglasses. and he tried his luck with a leather jacket. he was incredibly uncomfortable and his lack of confidence in his new style did not make him look any better.
"woah, whats going on here?" jj asked as he stepped out of the elevator.
"nothin' im just..." he wracked his brain searching for a cool slang term to use, "chillin."
"chillin?" she echoed.
"mhm." he replied, nonchalantly plopping on his desk and clumsily knocking over a cup of pens. "this is calm. i meant to do that."
you watched the whole ordeal feeling utterly confused. he spent the whole day trying so hard to get your attention by acting 'cool'. this resulted in quite a few trainwreck conversations that neither of you enjoyed. it was rather commical.
was he changing his appearance so you wouldn't find him attractive anymore?
the thought came at the end of the day, when it was just you and him left alone in the office. and you couldnt take it anymore. you had to talk to him.
"can i talk to the old spencer?" you asked, sitting on the corner of his desk as he packed up.
"what do you mean?" he looked up at you, sunglasses still on despite being indoors and it being evening.
"i mean Spencer handsome Reid," you reached over and gentle pulled the sunglasses from his face, revealing his puppy-dog eyes you loved so much. "were you changing because you dont like that i think youre handsome?"
"no! i- i was afraid you would get bored of me i wanted to look more normal. more- i just- not many people have called me handsome before." he sighed.
"i like you for you. and for the record, im not loving the cool guy persona, even though you could pull it off if you wanted to." you smiled, ruffling his hair to distract from the heat you felt on your face.
"you like me?" he asked, looking more lovable by the second.
"of course i do, i was hoping you wouldve noticed by now!" you chuckled.
"um.." his mind raced as he thought of his next move, "the old spencer wants to know if youd like to go to the bookstore with him? like now?"
you cracked a wide smile, "i would love that."
"wonderful! oh um..could i get those sunglasses back, i borrowed them from my neighbor." he giggled, putting his hand out.
you glanced at it and then back up at him before resting your chin in the palm of his hand, reminiscent of yesterday morning. he let out a chuckle.
"only if you promise to keep being who you are." you said.
"of course." he nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"good." you chuckled, chin still resting in his hand.
he squished your cheeks together, "God, you're adorable.
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✨ Attention all Spencer Reid writers ✨
I’ve recently gone through my inbox and found a bunch of requests I know I won’t get around to writing. There’s really not explanation other than I have way too many WIPs and just not enough time to get around to these requests!
That being said, I’ve compiled a list of requests that have been sent to me that I won’t be writing, meaning they’re up for grabs!
If you see a concept you’d like to write about, please send me a message and let me know if you’d like to takeover the request! I’ll be giving it to the first person who messages me!
If you see your request below the cut, please note that it’s nothing personal. I just don’t have the time to get around to your request right now, but I still want you to have the chance to have it written by another amazing writer!
If any requests are left unclaimed in one week, I will be deleting them from my inbox to free up space!
(NSFW requests are marked below the cut!!!)
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i want Everyone who watches tfatws to keep This in mind as they watch and consider that the US military invests heavily in the mcu and has to approve scripts to ensure they dont paint the military in a bad light and think about why the villain would be represented by a red handprint on the face
[i.d.: a screenshot of google results. the top half shows an article by CBC titled "widespread use of red handprints to represent MMIWG sparks debate.." from march 9 2020. the excerpt reads, "a red handprint across the mouth has become a symbolic representation of violence that affects Indigenous women." the bottom half is of image results of various women with red handprints over their mouths.]
This is a link to the actual article. There has been a lot of violence against Indigenous women especially in Canada. The RCMP has a reputation for not taking it seriously or conducting proper investigations. Indigenous women are 4x more likely to the victims of homicide and ~3x more likely to be kidnapped than their make up Canadian population would suggest. @allthecanadianpolitics
hi! because april fools is one week away i just wanted to personally come on here and say my account is safe from any triggers on said day!
i will not post anything harmful as a ‘joke’.
if there’s anything that actually involves REAL news and may have someone being harmed, i will post a ‘tw’ in big red with the ‘!’ red emojis as i normally would.
any jokes will be harmless and will not involve anyone being harmed.
all love x
