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high for you

I have been so bad at updating anything at all and I have no excuses. I started watching Criminal Minds from the beginning again and I am so sad that season 15 is their final season. So I decided to start writing again and I am going through some of the requests I received last year (thankfully, I only have 10 to work on!) and I am so pumped to write once again.

requested by: anon

word: 752 words

pairing: established! spencer reid x reader

note: so, i finished writing this with your request in mind and i think i only managed to do half of what you’ve requested here because after that i realized i went so far from what you’ve requested but I still hope you enjoy this! there are definitely mistakes so i apologize for that!

summary: you can’t be my boyfriend; you’re too handsome.

Spencer is currently going through his fourth book of the hour when you finally begin to stir, letting out a small groan as your fingers twitch. He quickly sets aside the book he had been reading and reaches for your hand, smiling at how you were just looking a tad bit too adorable for him right at that moment. However, despite the smile on his face, Spencer still cannot help but feel worried: he doesn’t think this (constant) worry for you will ever go away though – it comes with being in a relationship and Spencer happens to really like being in a relationship with you.

Spencer watches you try to open your eyes, before letting out another groan. You lazily lift a hand to your face and promptly drop it on your forehead, catching Spencer by surprise. “Y/N?” He calls out your name quietly and you moan in dissatisfaction. This time, you actually managed to open your eyes and blink a couple of times as you tried to adjust to the sudden light. “Hey, sleepy head.” Spencer says endearingly, relieved to see those pair of beautiful eyes.

Upon hearing his voice, you let your hand slide down your face, and you turn to look at him in confusion. Mind still hazy, you furrow your eyebrows as you continue to stare at him, trying your hardest to place a name to the face in front of you. “Hey,” You lift up a hand to point at Spencer’s general direction, “You look like my boyfriend.” Your words are slightly slurred, and it just occurs to you that you cannot actually feel much of your mouth. “Why do you look so much like my boyfriend?”

Spencer is torn between wanting to chuckle at this and being worried over how you are still slightly high on anesthesia. “It’s most definitely because I am your boyfriend, Y/N.” As a matter of fact, the two of you have been dating for almost a year now – in about less than a week, Spencer reminds himself – and deep down inside, he is somewhat surprised that this relationship he has with you is still going strong.

Given the nature of both of your job (DA) and his (SSA), Spencer had expected the worse to happen but somehow, you always managed to prove him wrong and he can’t say that the two of you never have any disagreements but the two of you are always willing to listen first instead of jumping in to conclusions.

The frown on your face seems to deepen and you shake your head. “That can’t be.” You huff, jabbing him on his chest, causing Spencer to wince – for someone who is still under anesthesia, you are still pretty strong. “Don’t fucking lie to me, mister.” You try to jab him once more, but Spencer grabs on to your hand, holding it lightly. Your eyes are drawn to your hand in his and your mouth drops slightly before you turn to look at him once more. “My boyfriend is going to be so mad when he sees this, mister; are you trying to pick a fight with him?”

Spencer chuckles this time. Using his free hand, he takes out his phone and decides to record – he rarely ever gets presented by such a blackmail material opportunity before, you have some many photos and videos of him on your phone so Spencer would like to have something of you with him too. “He won’t be mad, Y/N. Do you know why?” Spencer asks you and you shake your head, blinking a few times. “Because I am your boyfriend and I am not lying.”

You stare at him in surprise. “You are too handsome; are you sure you’re my boyfriend?” You curl your fingers in his palm, liking how warm his hand is. “Hey, can I have your hand?”

Spencer chuckles quietly and nods his head. “You already have it, Y/N.” He tells you and makes sure he stops filming before he sets his phone aside. Spencer leans forward and presses his lips against your forehead, causing you to gasp and he looks down, worried that he might have aggravated your injury or something. “Are you alright? Do you want me to call the nurse?”

You give a cheeky smile, shaking your head. “You are so handsome upfront – I am so lucky I am your girlfriend!” You pointed out to him and Spencer lets out a sigh before he shakes his head sheepishly.

“I am the lucky one here, Y/N.”

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Go for it, kid

I wanted to make this fluffy, but I don’t think it came out that way. Hopefully, you will still enjoy this regardless! Thank you for always being kind and sweet; I really appreciate the comments you leave.

p/s: i was supposed to post this the previous day but i was away from my laptop + internet so I couldn’t post it. Thank you for sending in your requests, will work on them soon! x

Word: 1340 words

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: It’s not always that the team has some free time, so Spencer decides to go see you instead.

“Are you going to join us, kid? Rossi’s treat.” Derek informs as he walks down the steps from his office. Spencer looks up from the report he had been trying to write and shakes his head, causing Derek to pause abruptly – he had intended to head towards the door – and he stops in front of Spencer’s desk instead, an all-knowing, smug expressed plastered on his face. “Or do you have plans with your lady friend?” He wriggles his eyebrows, teasing Spencer and Spencer huffs, looking back at his report. Despite his actions, Derek can still see the tips of Spencer’s ears turning red slightly and he chuckles. “Just messing around with you, kid.”

Spencer looks up from his report once more to look at Derek. “We made plans to go out for lunch on Friday, so I will be seeing her in two days’ time.” Spencer explains and then he frowns; Spencer wonders briefly if you have been thinking about him just as much as he has been thinking about you. “I kind of want to see Y/N though.”

Derek chuckles, nodding his head. “Why not?” He asks, glancing at the watch. The rest of the team most definitely would not mind him arriving late to the bar, especially since he is talking to his little brother. “I’m sure Hotch wouldn’t be opposed to you taking that report back with you – I also heard that the flower shop around the corner closes late.” Derek offers to Spencer casually.

(Out of everyone in the team, Derek had been the first-person Spencer confided. In about his growing feelings for you so it is really no one’s surprise that Derek is often seen pushing and helping Spencer out).

Spencer nods his head and quickly packs his report, shoving most of his paperwork in his messenger bag and gives Derek a pleased smile. “I know just the perfect flowers to get Y/N.” Spencer pushes his hair away from his face, curling some of them behind his ears and he grabs his messenger bag, standing up from his chair. “I hope Y/N is free tonight though.” Spencer doesn’t recall you ever mentioning anything to him about your plans (or lack thereof) tonight – the last text the two of them had exchanged had been from you to confirm about Friday.

“You know the answer to that, kid.” Derek gives Spencer’s shoulder a pat. “Come on, let’s go. I can drop you off.”

Sighing in annoyance, you throw your body on the sofa and drop your phone beside you. “Unbelievable.” You grumble under your breath as you thought about your ruined plan. You were supposed to meet up with a few of your closest friends for dinner but somehow, most of them cancelled at the very last minute due to work and you even wore one of your best dresses that rarely ever see the light. So now, you are dressed quite nicely with nowhere to go and an empty stomach. “I should have just eaten earlier.” You murmur to yourself as you pat your stomach – you have yet to buy groceries, so you know you haven’t got much in your fridge and pantry.

Just as you started daydreaming about a certain love interest, your doorbell rang, surprising you. You sat up and stared at your door in confusion. Cautiously, you pick up your phone, fingers ready to press the speed dial for Spencer – just in case things happen to go south quickly. You head to the door and take a peek through the peep-hole and relief washes over you.

Opening the door, you grin at Spencer. “Hi!” You greet him a little breathlessly – only a few minutes ago you had been thinking about him and here he was in front of you, looking slightly ruffled and tired but there is a small smile on his face as he stares at you in awe.

Spencer takes in the sight in front of him; seeing you wearing a dress is definitely a rare sight seeing as Spencer knows you prefer casual clothes and when he realizes he is staring at you, he flushes slightly – the smile on his face growing bigger. He looks at his hand and realizes that he is still holding the bouquet he had gotten for you so Spencer hands it over to you. “I got these for you.”

Your eyes widen the slightest bit and your cheeks warm, touched at Spencer’s action. You take the bouquet from Spencer’s hand and bring it up to your nose, taking a whiff of the smell. “Oh, thank you so much, Spencer.”

“In 2002, scientists discovered the world’s oldest flower in China and the ancient flower was in bloom around 125 million years ago and it looks like a modern-day water lily.” Spencer shares and you smile at him. Honestly, you missed listening to Spencer sharing random facts with you. “But that isn’t why I am here.” He shifts nervously. “I wanted to ask you if you are free to accompany me for dinner?”

You perk at his question and nod your head. “Yes! I was supposed to meet my girlfriends, but things came up and we had to cancel, and I am famished.” You explain, stomach growling slightly at the thought of being filled with food.

Spencer wouldn’t admit it (not even to you) but he definitely felt relieved when he heard that you were about to meet your girlfriends. Spencer had definitely felt insecure especially since the first time the two of you had gone on a ‘date’ had been close to two months ago and even though the two of you still frequently exchange messages and calls, it didn’t make him feel any better at all – he was still feeling insecure. “I’m sorry your dinner plan had to be canceled.” He offers, and you shake your head.

“I’m not – if I had gone with them, then I wouldn’t have time to spend it with you.” You tell him, cradling your bouquet gingerly. Using your free hand, you push away Spencer’s hair behind his ear and caress his cheek. “I’ve missed seeing your face, you know.” You pointed out and Spencer chuckles, flushing slightly. “I’m going to put these inside and hopefully I can find a vase somewhere!” You pull back and Spencer nods his head, watching you smile brightly at him before making your way inside.

Spencer takes the chance to run his plan in his head for the umpteenth time; if all goes well by the end of the date, he definitely wants to make things more serious between the two of you. He wrings his hands nervously and fixes his hair a couple of times.

A few minutes later, you came out with a cardigan hanging over your arm. Closing the door behind you, you made sure your door was locked and then turned to face Spencer. He smiles warmly at you as he extended his arm towards you. Hooking your arm with Spencer, he is about to lead you away when you let out a gasp and Spencer pauses.

“Did you leave something behind?” Spencer asks, looking back at you and you surprised him by leaning up to press your lips against his. One of Spencer’s hands went to your back and he closes his eyes, pressing his lips harder against yours. Spencer is disappointed when you pulled away.

“Thought we should get that out of the way.” You tell him cheekily and Spencer lifts his hand to cup your face. He leans down and kisses you once more – your lips are really as soft as he thought they would be, and Spencer won’t admit it out loud, but he definitely has thought about your lips and how they would feel against his own lips a lot – and you sigh in pleasure.

Spencer pulls away and hooks your arm with his. “Let’s get dinner.” You nod your head and lean your head against his shoulder as the two of you began walking away from your house, heading to the nearest restaurant

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Nothing’s above me

I was in the mood for something cute and I thought this was cute? I kinda enjoyed writing this. Note: this was written with Season 6′s Spencer in mind, after Emily’s ‘death’. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

p/s: if you want me to see me write something else, you are welcomed to drop by in my askbox! 

word count: 1012 words

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: Spencer feels better when he’s with you.

When SES Erin Strauss first approached you with the offer of being the famed BAU’s personal grief counselor, you expected to be doing the one job that you absolutely love: counseling – talking to people about their problems, assessing someone’s problems and best of all, helping someone else with their (deep-rooted) issues and sometimes, it’s not necessarily in this order as well.

What you didn’t expect was to be irrevocably attracted to the young Doctor who has three PhD and an IQ of 187. What you also didn’t expect was this. If someone had told you that you would be doing something like this in your line of work, you probably would have scoffed and laughed at their absurd suggestions, but this was definitely not part of your job scope – that is something you are absolutely sure of.

Currently, Spencer has his face in your lap and you are slowly combing his hair with your own fingers as he naps, reading through the reports that you have made. You have been with the BAU team for close to a year now and if a year ago, someone told you that Spencer would be taking a nap with his head on your lap, you might have looked at them as if they had grown another head.

Spencer stirs slightly, and you pause your movement, looking away from the report to study his face. The dark circles under his eyes aren’t getting any better and after all that the entire team has been through, you really can’t blame him and not to mention the fact that Spencer has been having troubles with sleeping. You brush his hair away from his forehead and smile, very tempted to just press your lips on his forehead.

Ten minutes went by and that’s when you feel Spencer finally waking up. He pulls his hand from under your thigh and slowly sits up, blinking and squinting his eyes. You take that chance to stretch a bit and turn to look at Spencer. He rubs his forehead and blinks a few more times as he turns to fix his gaze on you.

“Afternoon.” You whisper softly. There really isn’t any reason for you to be whispering now that Spencer’s already awake but there is just something about Spencer that makes you all warm and soft. “Do you feel slightly better now?” Spencer had been complaining about how his migraine was getting worse and fortunately, since the team had only just gotten back from a case, you had told Spencer to come over to your apartment: “it’s definitely much more comfortable and away from prying eyes”.

Spencer rubs his eyes and gives you a small smile. “Better now.” Spencer looks at you and furrows his eyebrows. All of this is very new to him – Spencer can’t exactly say that he understands why he often seeks your comfort and how you knew just the right way to make him feel at ease and for the first time since a while, Spencer realizes he likes what he sees in you even more now and over the past few months, Spencer has gradually started to see you in a different light – in a romantic light, so to speak. “Thank you for this. I really needed to rest.”

You shake your head and placed the report aside before scooting closer to Spencer. He stares at you – if this had been a year ago, he would have moved away so that you weren’t all up in his space but now Spencer doesn’t mind. In fact, he seeks out your touch and presence almost all the time. “I don’t do this just for anybody, Spencer.” You tell him, and Spencer looks away, wringing his fingers. You reach for one of Spencer’s hands and he freezes briefly, letting you take his hand in yours.

Spencer’s gaze follows your every movement: from taking his hand to bringing said hand to your mouth so you can press a soft kiss on his palm – he shivers involuntarily. “I know – do you think… I can stay here for the rest of the day?” He asks nervously. “I just want to see if my theory is correct: I sleep better when I am near you or with you and we don’t have to sleep on the same bed if that makes you uncomfortable and I can take the couch – “

Spencer is halfway through his rambling when he feels you pulling his head down and kissing him gently, once and then again and again. Spencer is stunned by your action and it only takes Spencer a moment for him to pull you close and as much as he wanted to take over, he lets you control the kiss, knowing very well that you won’t be forcing him to do something he wasn’t ready for.

When you broke the kiss, Spencer all but whimpers. Finally kissing you had been pure joy and torture. He has gone many days just thinking about how your lips will feel against his and when you look up at him, Spencer places his hands on your waist. “Is this okay?” You murmur softly.

What kind of question was that? Spencer thinks to himself as he wets his lips, aware that your eyes are following his movement and he swallows, nodding his head. “Yeah, this is – this is more than okay.” He states and without giving you any warning, he reclaims your lips, closing his eyes and when his tongue swoops in, you groan, digging your nails into his back. Spencer lifts you up over him and you straddle his lap.

The two of you continued to make out for a few minutes and when you pull away, Spencer lets out a groan and you giggle at him, resting your forehead against his. Spencer is slightly breathless, and he stares at you; you are so close to him, he can probably count your eyelashes. “Hi,” He whispers, and you wrap both of your arms around him, placing a kiss on his cheek before settling beside him.

“Hi to you too, Spencer.”

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friends

Another short one for today/tonight. The weather here has been dreary and gloomy with the sun occasionally popping up here and there, so I suppose it shows in this piece. Hope you enjoy it regardless! Let me know what you think about it.

Word: 856 words

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worst, Spencer drops a surprise on you.

Spencer has never considered this possibility but the fact that he is sitting here, across of you is proof enough. He swallows the lump that appeared in his throat and his fingers twitch and it takes everything in him not to reach for you. Not like this, definitely not from him especially after what he has just told you. He opens his mouth and closes it, casting his gaze down on his lap.

You on the other hand felt like you had been slapped or stabbed. It might even be both. You really can’t seem to describe what you are feeling right now. Or rather, you still can’t accept what Spencer had just told you.

The man you had been irrevocably in love with for the past seven months had just told you he has fallen for someone. Someone that isn’t you. While you had been busy serving the country, your… Spencer had found someone else. A few bitter tears came up hot to your eyes and it took every single thing in you to not break down and cry right in front of Spencer.

“Oh.” You murmur softly. There really isn’t anything else you can say. Should you congratulate him for being able to find someone else while you were away? (At the back of your mind, there is this nagging voice that keeps telling you that it’s your fault for leaving him all the damn time). “Are you,” Your voice trembles and you had to clear your throat as you stared straight at Spencer. The fact that he didn’t even dare to look at you hurt you a lot. “Are you happy then?”

Spencer nods his head eagerly and then winces. “Yeah.” He tries to look at you, but Spencer can’t bring himself to. “Y/N, I never meant to hurt you.” Spencer feels like a hypocrite for saying this – especially since he knew just how much of a hard time you had gone through after your previous relationships – but he wished he could control his own feelings.

Maeve was different. You had been different too but there was just something about Maeve that attracted him a lot and the more he had talked with Maeve, the more interested he became and suddenly, his days were no longer filled with thinking about you and your well-being (the thought of you were pushed to the very back of his mind) and instead, he started looking forward to the calls he could make to Maeve, to the conversations they would have.

You honestly hated those words and you wished so badly that you could hate Spencer for saying those words but for as long as you have known Spencer, he was always genuine with what he says, and your lips trembled, and you swallowed the lump in your throat. “I know you don’t, Doctor.” You definitely did not miss the way he had flinched upon hearing his own title from your lips – you had always called him ‘Spence’ so hearing you call him Doctor is jarring. “Thank you, you know.”

Spencer dared himself to look at you and the sight that greeted him took his breath away and his heart raced against his chest. He suddenly feels breathless. “F – For what?”

You give him a small smile. “For giving me a chance to love you.” You tell him and cursed under your breath when a few tears escaped your eyes. You quickly wiped them away and stand up, surprising Spencer – he tries to reach for you, but you stepped back. You have never told Spencer this, but he was the only one who could hurt you so much and then melt you with just one look. “I think…” You swallowed. “I think it’s best if I go now, Doctor.” You fish out a couple of bills and place them on the table. “Thank you for the coffee but I can’t let you pay for me.”

Spencer realizes with something close to panic as he watches you trying to stay strong for him and he feels his own eyes well up with tears. “Y/N, please.” He doesn’t even know what he is begging for – he really hadn’t meant to hurt you.

You shake your head. “Thank you, Doctor Reid for the past seven months.” You mutter as calmly as you can even if your heart feels like it’s been stabbed repeatedly and crushed a few times. You contemplated in telling him about the mission you had been given – one that you almost wanted to turn down because you were ready to settle, ready to start a life with Spencer and perhaps, you had been too focused on your career and that chance was taken away from you – but decided that he shouldn’t be privy to it anymore. “Hope you find with her what you couldn’t find with me.”

Spencer tries to say something, to keep you from leaving but when he sees you calmly picking up your bag and excusing yourself, walking out the door – that is when it dawns on Spencer that he is losing a really great friend and he realizes that it was real. “Y/N…”

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happier

I don’t know who it was but someone requested a part II to friends and honestly, i hadn’t been planning on writing a part II because i personally think i’m just so bad with writing sequels but i sort of found an inspiration to write and then it took a worser turn. anyways, hope you will still enjoy reading this regardless of the many grammar mistakes!

word: 1036 words

pairing: past! spencer reid x reader

note: friends / although this can also be read on its own.

summary: He was happier with you, he really was.

31 days, 744 hours, 44,640 minutes and 2,678,400 seconds.

A month.

That is how long Spencer has been apart from you – or rather, that is how long it has been since Spencer unintentionally drove you away from not just his life but from everyone else as well (oh, JJ and Garcia had not been very happy with him at all and Spencer reckons Blake is slightly disappointed with him and how he had handled everything).

It is also the same amount of time Spencer had spent trying to stop talking so much with Maeve. She used to occupy his mind a lot – there was never a day where he didn’t think about Maeve – but after the way you had gratefully thanked him and the way the two of you had parted, everything suddenly left a very bitter and sour taste in Spencer’s mouth. The first few times he had tried talking to Maeve, Spencer just could not get his mind focused at all and it hurt.

Sometimes, Spencer wished he didn’t have an eidetic memory because today had been one of those days where he had woken up from another nightmare (involving you) and the image is just constantly playing in his mind like a loop. It also didn’t help that Spencer had fallen asleep to memories of his time spent with you. He honestly wonders where he had gone wrong with you.  

Spencer is startled out of his train of thoughts when a hand is placed on his shoulder, lightly gripping it and he looks up to see JJ looking at him, very concerned. She hands him a cup of team – Chamomile from the smell of it – and sits across of him. He tries to give her a small smile, but JJ knows him far too well.

“How are you holding up?” JJ asks quietly. It had been a tiring day – almost everyone is running on fumes now and no one had a clue yet as to where the Unsub could be at the moment.

Spencer furrows his eyebrows and settles with a shrug. “The last time I had a migraine had been four days ago. A feat in itself.” He tries to lighten up the atmosphere, but his voice sounded weak and judging from the look JJ is giving him, he isn’t doing a very good job. “Is it… I feel like this is something I deserved, JJ. I hurt Y/N to the point where all I can think about now is just Y/N and she deserved better than me… and I…” Spencer swallows thickly. “I miss her, JJ.”

JJ reaches over the table to hold on to Spencer’s hand and he tightens his hold on JJ’s hand slightly. “I know, Spence and I miss Y/N too.” JJ contemplates something and shakes her head. “Have you tried contacting her again?”

Spencer pulls his hand away from JJ to grab on to his phone. He opens his call logs and shows it to JJ. “I tried but Y/N must have changed her phone number and Garcia’s still mad at me, so she didn’t even want to help me track Y/N down.” Garcia had been really close to you and truthfully, Spencer understands why Garcia is no longer willing to help him but he honestly had not mean for you be hurt at all.

JJ doesn’t miss the amount of calls Spencer had placed over the past month and she swallows a sigh. “Maybe she needs more time, Spence.” JJ almost regrets letting those words leave her mouth because Spencer visibly flinches and seems to withdraw more into himself, pulling his phone away from JJ and stuffing it in his messenger bag. “I thought things were going well with Maeve.”

Spencer nods his head. “I thought so too but…” Spencer can feel tears starting to well in his eyes, so he blinks a few times to stop himself from shedding a few tears in front of JJ. After all, he did bring this upon himself. “I thought I could find with Maeve what I couldn’t find with Y/N and without realizing, what I have wanted had been with Y/N all along and I ruined it. I ruined us, JJ.”

Just as JJ is about to open her mouth to refute, the click-clacking of heels rushing towards them can be heard and both of them turn to look at the door. Garcia appears a moment later, out of breath and when she looks up, JJ and Spencer immediately stand up. Garcia’s eyes are red, and she looks as if she has been crying or at least, trying to stop herself from crying.

“Oh my God, Oh my God.” Garcia presses her hand to her chest. JJ is the first to reach her and she helps Garcia over to where she had been talking with Spencer. “You know how a month ago you broke up with Y/N?” Garcia turns to look at Spencer and he immediately stiffens up upon hearing that reminder. “So, I wasn’t going to tell you but things got out of hand and now,” The tears that she tried so hard to hold back are streaming down her cheeks, “So I have Y/N’s name flagged just in case and I know I should be doing this but I had to and a report just came in and Y/N’s been shot and she’s in critical condition and they don’t know if she will make it – oh!” Garcia stops talking the moment the cup Spencer had been holding falls to the ground, breaking in to pieces.

“Penelope,” Spencer’s voice breaks and he shakes his head. “Tell me where Y/N is, please.” Suddenly, Spencer feels his body being taken over by absolute fear and the ringing in his ears grew loud and he can feel his heart thudding and racing against his chest. “Please…”

Garcia shakes her head, leaning into JJ. “I can’t, Spence. Her whereabouts are classified, and I can’t help. I am so, so, sorry!” JJ hugs Garcia and glances over at Spencer who is staring at them hopelessly, almost lifelessly and for the first time since a while, JJ wishes she can take away all of Spencer’s pain because he didn’t deserve it at all.

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moments like this

Wrote a little something today, as some sort of warm-up but I hope you guys like it! English is really not my first language so do tell me what you think - feedback is most appreciated! 

word count: 997 words

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: you’re quick to learn just how fast things can change and sometimes, change isn’t bad.

“Spencer?”

His name is quite soft on your lips, as if you are afraid to disturb the sleeping figure beside you, knowing how well sleep has been avoiding him. The sun is only just starting to rise through the blinds as thin lines of crimson sunlight stream across the walls and floor – enough for you to admire the beauty in front of you. Spencer’s sharp and angled jawline is honestly one part of him that you adoringly love and the way the sunlight caresses his cheeks made him almost ethereal. His pink lips albeit soft on yours last night are currently slightly swollen and as Spencer breathes out softly through his mouth a smile appears on your face.

Slowly you let your fingers trace Spencer’s delicate nose, his cheeks – his lips. Memories of the wonderful time the both of you had spent last night causes your cheeks to flush. There are really no words to describe just how much Spencer makes you feel.

Spencer stirs slightly at your touch but makes no further movement afterwards. His breathing is even and steady and as much as you hate wanting to disturb Spencer from his much-needed rest, the both of you have matters to attend to and you know Spencer likes to try to get to work on time. Unfortunately, because Spencer is staying at your apartment, he needs to leave a little bit earlier just to get to work with enough time.

“Spencer, babe,” You murmur, louder than you had done the first time as you press your hand firmly on his chest – the rise and fall of his chest and the feel of his heart beating against your palm still feels like an amazing feeling.

Spencer makes a noise at the back of his throat but otherwise keeps his eyes closed. You giggle quietly to yourself and press yourself closer to him. His fingers twitch against your hip and you raise yourself up on your elbows, leaning towards Spencer. Pressing your lips against Spencer’s, you can feel both of his hands on your waist and you pull away to stare at him. You can see the corner of his lips is slightly upturned.

“Love, it’s time to wake up. We have work.”

Unable to help yourself – the sight of Spencer waking up is something you never will truly get tired of seeing – you press your lips against his once more and much to your delight, Spencer presses back, deepening the kiss, tightening his hold on you. You pull away to giggle and Spencer furrows his eyebrows, mumbling a quiet ‘no’.

“No?”

Spencer nods his head as he opens his eyes, slowly squinting as he stares at you. You brush the strands away from his face, tucking his hair behind his ears and place a kiss on his forehead. A smile appears on Spencer’s lips as he continues to stare at you; just like how you enjoy waking up to see Spencer, he too enjoys seeing you the moment he wakes up as well. One of his hands move to cup your cheek and you lean against his palm. “I want to spend some more time with you.” He murmurs almost drowsily, voice a little bit hoarse from the lack of use – or perhaps, it might have been because he had used it far too much last night.

You smile at his response, understanding the want to spend some more time with your boyfriend but alas, you knew if you gave in to temptation – and Spencer Reid is one hell of a temptation – you will most likely end up getting late to work and Spencer will also probably be teased endlessly by his colleagues as well. “I share the sentiment, doctor but we,” You lean in to give him another kiss, “need to get up and get ready.”

Spencer furrows his eyebrows and circles your waist once more, pulling you to him. You land on his chest with a soft ‘Spencer!’ and he chuckles, tightening his hold on you. “Five minutes, please?” He presses his lips against your temple and you sigh, relaxing against him.

“If you get teased by your friends again, that’s all on you, Spence.” You point out and Spencer hums in response, closing his eyes as he wills the time to move slower. He always feel a little bit more than attached to you especially after he has been away on a long case and the morning after are normally worse – Spencer is often riddled with anxiety especially when he knows that after this, he has to go back to his apartment, alone and by himself.

You are so comfortable on top of Spencer; the steady beat of his heart almost lulls you to sleep until Spencer’s voice wakes you up.

“Move in with me.”

Your eyes shot open and you lift your head from his chest to stare at him. “What?”

Spencer moves slightly, and he looks at you almost shyly. “On average, researchers concluded that couples who live together before they marry saw a 33 percent higher rate of divorce than those who wait to live together until after they marry but I think the two of us fall in the 67 percent – so, what I am trying to say here is will you move in with me?” He adds quickly as he stares at everything but you.

You cannot help but feel happiness bubbling inside of you and you lean up to press your lips hard against Spencer, catching his moan of surprise. You pull back and cup his cheeks. “Yes, of course, Spencer!” You know how Spencer feels about change and Spencer asking you to move in with him is a really big stepping stone: not just for you but for him as well. “I love you, Spencer.”

The smile on his face appears once more and this time it is radiating so much love and warmth and happiness that you are almost blinded by him.  “I love you too.”

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time flies

Wrote another little something while I was on the train earlier! Feedback is most appreciated! Thank you for the love you have given for the first one that I posted - that definitely made my day!

word count: 817 words

pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

summary: fast forward a year later and you are eating breakfast with Spencer at his apartment in nothing but his sweater. 

There is just something so oddly intimate and euphoric about having breakfast with you. Spencer can’t say he is a really good cook, but he can at the very least, make some very good pancakes and has stock of some really nice tea, which are two of the things he knows you absolutely enjoy consuming at any time of the day.

Spencer tries to tear his eyes from you, he really does but he hasn’t been successful at all: his eyes are fixated on your face, studying your expressions. The expressions you are currently making as you take a bite of the pancake and the little delightful sounds you make – it reminds Spencer a lot of last night when he… He shakes his head, trying his hardest to not let all of the blood rush south and instead focusing on the severity of the situation.

Spencer rarely ever does something extreme like this – having breakfast with someone, especially if that certain someone is his teammate and he has actually slept with said someone. He surmises that this can only go two ways: amazingly or down the drain! And Spencer definitely doesn’t want this thingbetween the two of you to actually go down the drain – that’s one thing he is very sure of.

“-ncer? Spencer?”

Spencer blinks a couple of times, pulling his head back as if reeling from being hit. He catches you staring at him with an almost amused expression and Spencer immediately ducks his head, hair falling over his face and he can feel his cheeks flushing.

“You were quiet for a while there, Doctor. Something on your mind?” You slowly pull the spoon out of your mouth, placing it on your plate – unaware of the jolt Spencer feels rushing through him upon hearing the word ‘doctor’ and unsurprisingly, he flushes deeper, clearing his throat.

“On average, there is always something on my mind – sometimes, they are about the cases we work on, sometimes they are about my mother, sometimes about my godsons but lately though, they are mostly thoughts about you.” Spencer all but blurts out, glancing quickly at you. He’s expecting to see a look of disapproval from you – after all, this thingbetween the two of you has never been discussed; it was something that gradually (sort of) happened – but to his surprise, the way you are looking at him is so tender, so soft – Spencer feels his confidence building up. “I just still can’t get over how almost a year ago, I really wanted to learn your name and now, you’re here… having breakfast with me in nothing but my sweater.”

You glance down at Spencer’s sweater that you are currently wearing, and a giggle escapes your mouth as you nod your head. Honestly, you still can’t believe it either. When Penny – she had been the one to introduce you to this job after all – told you that the young doctor is interested in you, your initial reaction had been to laugh in her face because it was just certainly absurd: there was no way someone like Dr. Spencer Reid could be interested in a plain jane like you. But Penny being Penny didn’t stop that from pushing the two of you together to go on a date – even going as far as providing tickets to go to a planetarium. Fast forward to a year later, you find yourself forever grateful for Penny’s constant pushing as you are treated with a beautiful sight: a bashful Spencer, hair uncombed and slightly scruffy jaw from the lack of shaving and despite his appearance, Spencer still looks handsome to you.

“I, for one, enjoy your sweaters very much, Spence.” You tell him earnestly, causing a smile to appear on Spencer’s face as he continues to look at you. “I have always liked your style, even your mismatched socks!” You point out; he was the only other person that you knew who wore mismatched socks, like you did.

Spencer reaches over for your hand, holding it gingerly. You glance at his hand before you turn your hand around so that your palm meets his and the smile on Spencer’s face grows bigger as you lace your fingers with his. Spencer squeezes your hand gently and looks away shyly – despite his averseness towards physical contact and germs, he thinks that he is way beyond that when it comes to you.

“Hey, Spencer?”

Spencer looks back at you, raising one of his eyebrows as if prompting you to continue talking. There is a glint in your eyes that makes Spencer feel a tad bit wary about what you are about to say. “Yes?”

“I love you.” You tell him cheekily, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

A shiver runs down his body and Spencer chuckles, shaking his head. Leave it to you to do something utterly adorable like this. “I love you too.”

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safe and sound

I actually wanted to write something really short but I’m struggling with it so here’s another one. I was binge-listening to Glee songs on youtube earlier and this came to be. Hope you enjoy!

word count: 1070 words

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: Spencer tries to hide it from you but it’s just really hard, especially when he is your personal heater.

“Come on, this is already the thirteenth time you’ve wanted to watch Glee this month,” Spencer furrows his eyebrows as he takes a seat on your comfortable sofa, placing the tray of drinks and popcorns on the coffee table directly in front of it. “We know you’re just going to end up crying again, Y/N.”

You purse your lips and scoot closer to Spencer. “I won’t ask for Glee if you don’t ask for Doctor Who. Deal?” You lean your head against his shoulder and the frown on Spencer’s face deepens as he contemplates your offer. He doesn’t think he can sit through another episode where you fawn over gorgeous men who can sing well – okay, so Spencer’s reason is actually superficial, but he wants all of your attention on him instead.

“Okay.” Spencer nods finally. “What should we watch then?” He slides his arm around your shoulder and you grin at him, draping the comforter over Spencer’s lap and yours. You grab the controller and simply put on the first movie you see. “We’ve watched this already!” He points out incredulously and you stick your tongue out at him, causing Spencer to chuckle and he presses his lips on your temple.

The two of you continued to watch the movie – with Spencer making his commentaries and throwing a random fact every now and then – but half way through the movie, your feet started getting cold so you brought your knees up on the couch and tried to wedge your feet behind Spencer’s back in attempt to warm them up because Spencer is your own personal heater. Instead of hearing Spencer complaining like he normally does whenever your cold toes touch him, he yelps out in pain, jerking away from the couch and your feet.

“Okay, I know my toes are cold but – “ You pause in the middle of your jab when you see Spencer wincing in pain and one of his hands is pressed against his back. His face is contorted with pain and the Doctor in you immediately jumped at your boyfriend’s face. Throwing the comforter to the side, you moved to kneel in front of Spencer. “Spence, what happened?” A frown appears on your face; you should have seen it coming: he had made very little to no movements ever since he had gotten back from his case and Spencer had often made sure you weren’t pressed up against his back – like you normally do.

Spencer shakes his head as he tries to straighten his back. Unfortunately, his back is still throbbing from the pain so he tries to breathe out slowly. “It’s nothing.” He tries to tell you weekly and you narrow your eyes at him, pursing your lips once more. “I got tackled during the chase yesterday and I was slammed against the wall a couple of times.” Spencer confesses, shaking his head.

“We need to get you checked, Spencer!” You made a move to stand up, but Spencer is quicker. He grabs a hold of your arms and stops you. “Spencer, I know you. You probably even played it off when they checked you yesterday; please, Spence? I don’t like seeing you hurt.”

Spencer moves his hand away from your arm to your wrist, holding it gingerly. “Actually, Tara made sure they checked me completely because she noticed I kept holding my back yesterday and don’t worry, Y/N.” He pulls you gently towards him and fearing for his back, you simply sit beside him. Spencer turns to look at you and he caresses your cheek.

“You tell me not to worry but I’m always going to worry about you, Spence. That was how we met remember? Because you played off an injury and the team had to rush you to the hospital.” You murmur softly and Spencer chuckles lowly. It seemed like such a distant memory now but it definitely holds a special place in his heart: the first time he had met you.

“I’m fine.” Spencer stresses and as if he wants to ease your worries, he reaches for his messenger bag and shows you his medication as well as his cream. “I might not take the medication because I can definitely take the pain, but I just need to apply this cream before I sleep.” He explains as he takes out the tube of cream and you take it from him, looking at the description and nod your head.

“Let me do it.” You made Spencer turn around and he lifts up the back of his shirt, causing you to swallow the gasp hat threaten to leave your mouth upon seeing the nasty, purpling bruise on his lower back. You uncap the tube and scooped some cream, applying it gently to Spencer’s back. “You need to make sure you don’t put too much stress on your back – did they clear you for field work?” You lightly trace over the bruise on Spencer’s back and once you are done applying the cream, Spencer rolls down his shirt and turns to face you once more.

“Emily wants me to stay and help Garcia for a few days until I am cleared.” Spencer presses a kiss to your forehead and despite your concern, you cannot help but smile at your boyfriend. “Although, if you happen to be free tomorrow, I wouldn’t be opposed to spending the entirety of tomorrow with you.”

The smile on your face grows bigger and you cup Spencer’s face with your hands. “I love you.” You stare at him and because your hands are on his face, Spencer has no choice but to stare right back at you. You can feel his cheeks warming under your palms and it almost makes you giggle at his reaction – the two of you have been together for seven months now and evoking this reaction from Spencer still never fails to make your heart beat faster; to think that you have this effect on him. “I don’t care what you have to do out there when you’re on your cases but please remember that I love you and I want you to come home, to me, safely, Dr. Spencer Reid.”

Spencer blinks a couple times as he tries not to tear up from your words and you caress his cheeks with your thumbs and Spencer nods his head. “I love you too, Dr. Y/N and I will always try to come back home to you.”