Okay but imagine Spencer with a 4’10” girlfriend, though. When he brought her to family dinner for the first time and the jokes that would ensue (most of them from Morgan of course). Bonus father lecture from Hotch if she happened to be a survivor of an unsub the BAU put away. She would be so jealous of JJ if it was before Will came along.
Okay but this was super adorable and I loved it! I was going to add in the Hotch and JJ stuff, but honestly this is over 1300 words (oops) and I had to force myself to stop 😅I hope you like this!
Pairing: Spencer x Female Reader Words: 1,318 Content: Fluff Warnings: Teasing/mocking Masterlist
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Dating an FBI agent wasn’t something you’d ever seen yourself doing, but Spencer Reid just wasn’t a man you could resist. You’d been drawn to him the moment he’d walked into your bookstore. It wasn’t his striking eyes, or the sharpest jawline this side of the Rocky Mountains, or the sweater vest that insisted on fitting him illegally well. Hell, it wasn’t even the breathtaking smile he’d fixed you with the moment you’d met his gaze.
It was the way you’d seen him admiring the books along the shelves as he walked by, his slim fingers dancing over the spines, soft pink lips fluttering as he read the titles to himself, smiling at a few he apparently recognized. A man with an appreciation for good literature was your weakness, and you’d fallen for him instantly.
He’d been there working the recent string of murders – local small business owners that had been tortured and killed all over town. He and his partner, Morgan, had spent almost twenty minutes asking you about anyone that might fit the description of their profile. It sounded a lot like Kevin, a shifty worker you’d had to let go a few days back, and after they got his information they’d left on their hunt.
When it turned out you had unfortunately been spot-on about Kevin – confirmed when he broke in that night to get his revenge for you firing him – it had been Spencer that’d pulled you to safety. He’d stayed with you all that night, even driving you home once you’d been cleared to leave the scene.
And then a week later, it’d been Spencer you found perusing the aisles of your bookstore again under the guise of a “post-case welfare check”. That had been almost two months ago, and now that you’d officially become a couple he insisted you properly meet his team. Not that you’d been putting it off or anything, but… there were a few concerns you knew they’d have with your relationship.
“There’s nothing against dating someone involved in a case,” Spencer told you for the hundredth time, giving your hand a squeeze as the two of you headed up the sidewalk towards the restaurant. Though it looked like a romantic gesture, both of you knew it was just to keep you from bolting the opposite direction.
“Okay, but won’t it be weird to them?” you pushed back, also for the hundredth time. Spencer shook his head and said simply,
“No, (y/n), it won’t be. I promise you. They’re all dying to meet you, and I really want you to get to know them. They’re my family.”
Which was the only reason you’d finally relented to dinner. You sighed and murmured, “yeah. I know. I just… I’m already awkward as it is and I really want them to like me, Spence.”
“They already do because of how happy you make me,” he promised, tugging you to a stop. When you turned to look up at him – quite a feat for your 4’10” self – his gaze softened. “If you really don’t want to go, we don’t have to. I’d never force you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
With a sigh, you gave him a sweet smile and said simply, “I want to meet them, and this is important to you. I’m fine, really. I’m just nervous.”
“I’ll be right beside you the whole time,” he promised, giving your hand a squeeze, looking more excited now that you’d assured you were okay with this. How could you deny him anything when he was this adorable?
“You’re lucky I like you,” you teased, allowing yourself to be lead inside the restaurant. Spencer looked down at you and said honestly,
“I really am.”
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Spencer couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this happy. Having (y/n) laughing and enjoying a meal with his team – his family – was something he never knew he needed until now. There’d been a small ripple of surprise when the others recognized her, but it had only been temporary because almost immediately Garcia – who hadn’t met her – wanted to know the story of how they’d met.
And that’s how Morgan had gotten started.
At first it was just a quip of, “don’t know how she even saw us, standin’ behind that counter”. Spencer had caught the jab at her height, but if (y/n) noticed she didn’t comment. Spencer hadn’t at first. When the waitress asked about drinks and Morgan threw out, “you gotta be this tall to order from this menu,” Spencer had given him a pointed frown, but stayed quiet.
When she’d asked Emily to pass the salt and Morgan had teased, “you want me to grab you a booster seat, (y/n)?” Spencer had sighed, “Morgan.” His best friend looked up, gave him a mischievous grin, and threw a wink before asking if (y/n) needed him to cut up her chicken for her.
Thankfully, Morgan had to stop talking in order to eat, and Rossi had gotten the table on a heated discussion to keep things interesting. Unfortunately, everyone had a few drinks by now and things were starting to take off.
“Pineapple does belong on pizza, Derek Morgan, and I will fight you on that,” Emily threatened, waving a fork precariously in his direction as Morgan made a face and shook his head.
“Right, like I’m gonna take that from the woman who doesn’t think pickles belong in peanut butter,” he scoffed, getting another wave of protest from Emily, Rossi, and – to Spencer’s surprise – (y/n).
She shook her head at him and laughed, “Pineapple pizza is one thing, but I’ve gotta draw the line somewhere. Why would you even put pickles in peanut butter? That’s disgusting!”
“Ay, uh-uh,” he mumbled around a bite of potatoes. He held his hand out a few inches over her head and teased, “you gotta be this tall to have your opinions count!”
(Y/n) rolled her eyes, and though she laughed with the others, Spencer had had enough. Morgan caught his glare and raised his brows in question.
“Morgan, enough. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mock my girlfriend –“
“Oh come on pretty boy! Don’t go gettin’ short with me –“
“Morgan I swear to god –“
“That’s (y/n)’s job!”
The others laughed and irritably Spencer tossed his fork down, his patience gone. To his surprise, though, (y/n)’s small hand settled comfortingly on his knee beneath the table. She gave him a reassuring smile, and then then winked unexpectedly before turning back to Morgan.
“It’s alright, Spence. Don’t get mad at him. Morgan wouldn’t know what to do – he’s got no experience with hairy situations.”
Hotch snorted into his wine and the rest of the table dissolved into laughter at the look of shock on Morgan’s face. He gaped at (y/n), who smirked at him smugly as she took another bite.
“Did you just – did she – she made a bald joke!” Morgan gasped, jaw hanging open as the others laughed harder.
“I did. I know that was a little hard to see coming with the blinding reflection your head gives off…” (y/n) teased, and for a heartbeat, Spencer thought he was actually upset.
In the next moment, though, Morgan was just laughing and shaking his head with the others. He gave Spencer a grin and told him honestly,
“Alright, kid. You picked a good one, so you better hold onto her.” There was a pause, and Morgan snickered as he added, “I mean, we don’t want her getting lost in some tall grass…”
The table dissolved into laughter and Spencer finally joined in. His hand came to rest over the one (y/n) still had on his knee, and she glanced up to meet him with a happy grin. She fit seamlessly with his family and again, he couldn’t believe he’d managed to find someone as amazing as her.
Yes, he was very lucky she liked him. Very lucky indeed.
