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Three Am and out of the Blue: A Spendy Moment

Hey all, it's been a bit since I've written or even posted anything on here! So here is Dialogue Prompt from my love Abby aka @simply-simptastic for my darling BAU Babes Spendy.

Prompt:

❝i don’t need you to love me back.  i just want you to be able to accept that this is how i feel.❞

❝why did you think i wouldn’t love you back?❞

~~~~ Enjoy it's pretty cute if I do say so myself~~~

Bare feet made their twelfth trip across the floor rug of her apartment as she paced in front of her boyfriend- a thing she still struggled with in spite of and because of her reason for calling him over at three in the morning. Not to mention that the time seemed to be their witching hour, or that it was the biological precursor to anything that happened in this relationship. Three AM and out of the blue, that was what made Wendy and Spencer’s entanglement thrive. Long fingers brushed against her hand to stop her, wide blue eyes meeting his doe Brown in a battle between panic and confusion. The thoughts flurrying through his mind had to be as dizzying as hers, if for entirely different reasons. Overthinking ever moment, big or small, wondering if that was the moment that would break them- break the tenuous bond they knew oh so many statistics about. Little did he know that of all things to break them, it could be what she was holding back, and had little, really to do with him. No, that’s not true…it had everything to do with him.

The way he laughed, or brushed his hair out of his face, or how focused he would get that he’d end up with a small furrow in his brow. The depth of his knowledge married so well with his empathy for others, and how he treated every case like it was his first. It had everything to do with all these things big and small, insignificant to undismissable that made Spencer Reid the ever so important person he was to her. After a month of stolen glances and cynically analyzed moments, this was the moment she was going to make the biggest confession of all, and yet…she hesitated right as he arrived, walking into the room with a nighon thoughtless brushing of his lips against her temple and a quick settling into his current position on her couch. The ease at which he had done all of it was what prompted the doubt to sink in, which then led to the pacing he’d just put a stop to. 

“Wren…” His tone was soft, not nervous, but there was an air of caution to it. “What’s on your mind….is everything…everything alright?”

How it made her heart ache, not in pain or sorrow, but just…in an overwhelming surge of emotion. So overwhelming in fact that she finally just decided to do what she did best, and blurt it out.

“Everything is…perfectly alright, in fact so perfectly alright that even saying it now and telling you what I want to could ruin how perfectly alright everything is! And listen, I don’t need you to love me back, in fact I don’t even want you to say if you love me back, because that’s not even the point of me saying it.” 

She resumed her pacing, her hands slipping out of his as she arched and waved her thoughts into existence. “It was merely a thought that kept me awake for a while now and I just- I just want you to be able to accept that this is how I feel, so that perhaps I can move on from it. And then, perhaps, possibly, my mere acceptance of your acceptance could allow me to bask in everything that makes me love you to begin with. 

She stopped, looking at him with wide eyes. There: she’d said it. It had been spoken into existence and now stood there between them. That heavy four letter term of devotion that could make or break everything that they were. The air was thick with it, her mind clear for a split second before she started to count the seconds, the long antagonizing seconds of silence that followed. Every single one that passed was a dagger to her heart, an icy confirmation of all her fears. Each one filled her with dread as she stood up, his body stretching tall before her. Each second made the air thick, blocking her throat as he stepped closer to her, his height daunting now instead of endearing, his silence louder than any words he could say to her right now. 

That is. Until he kissed her. 

Pulling her close to him with his  hands on either side of her face in that way that left her breathless, he kissed her. Not fiercely, but it wasn’t without passion, not softly, though it remained tender. No, this kiss was much different from any of the ones they’d shared going back to the day she’d decided to use his statistics against him and introduce herself through one. This one action chased all her fears and doubts way, and said everything she wanted to in that easy way that Spencer managed to do everything. Swiftly and confidently, he’d said what she spent the past few minutes floundering to. 

It was over quicker than it had begun, as if he could sense the second it did what he needed to. She’d stopped thinking long enough to start to kiss him back and he pulled away, pressing his forehead to hers. The pads of his thumbs brushed along her cheekbones in soft strokes, his eyelashes tickling at her forehead. And then his words…his beautiful words so full of confidence that it sounded wrong for it to be a question. All she could bring herself to do was smile as he uttered them, making her treasure three Am and out of the blue even more than she had before. 

For there at that time, on this particular night he asked her. “Why did you think I wouldn't love you back?” And everything made sense in the world once more. 

Gif is was made for me by @andrcwgarficlds ages ago. I hope you enjoyed this cute little scene of my babies, who I really need to write for again sometime soon.

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Prolific Scene: If You Say So

I recently watched an episode of Criminal Minds where Spencer explained it would be safer to kiss someone than shake their hand...so y’all gotta know where this is going. 

Blue eyes followed Spencer's third trip to the breakroom for coffee. Wendy was tired of this, it had been months, months since she and Penny had joined the team and while her cousin was thriving and making great relationships, the federal babysitter was having issues. Though to be fair, it was hard being the fusion of their tech and resident genius. Still, she would have thought that some progress would be made. And by progress, she really meant contact. 

Handshakes were an everyday part of their job, and as she’d warmed up to the team, the occasional pat on the shoulder, and the even more sporadic hug started to slip into her interactions. JJ and her cousin were the most open with their affections, Derek taking to bear hugging her when she least expected it and the SSAs kept things respectful, but encouraging And she wasn’t complaining about all of that, but rather the lack thereof from one particular member: Dr. Spencer Reid. Okay, sure she’d surprised the hell out of him when she quoted some of his publications at him, and asked questions regarding them. And, yes, he wasn’t that big into touching anybody really, even those he’d known for years. And yes, she was still the new girl who had only joined them on the field a few times since her official position was to keep Penny in line.  Logically, she completely understood, but anxiety didn’t have logic, and instead decided to overthink every situation. 

Like on the Jet, she’d accidentally started to nod off and had barely fallen into his side. He jerked so instantaneously and so violently, she jumped out of her seat and shuffled off to a different one, kept awake by her face burning from embarrassment. Or when they worked together on a geological profile and their hands collided as they both reached the realization at the same time. While they had both pulled away, Wonder Boy had acted like just the proximity of her hand burned him. If they were assigned the same car, he took the back seat, always as far away from her as possible, a fact she knew she couldn’t make up.  All in all, she was a little offended given that she’d been pretty damn respectful of his boundaries. 

Which is what made today be the day she’d confront him about it. Pushing herself up from her desk, she pushed the chair back in before grabbing her tea mug making her  way over to where her coworker was recaffinating. She didn’t know how he managed to drink so much coffee in a single day, especially when he starts off with a double espresso no matter the time they’re called in, but that wasn’t what this was about. She strode past Derek and Penny, the two giving each other a look that said she was not wearing her poker face, making her mission clear. Elle and JJ looked on from the balcony, making her roll her eyes at the rubbernecking that happened in this office. Finally, she’d reached her destination, rolling her mug between her palms, she paused; debating her course of action. 

She decided on grabbing her water bottle from the fridge, which was far enough away to not bother the young doctor who didn’t even seem to register her presence. There was the slightest tilt of the head as he heard the unit open and close, but nothing else, his eyes on the coffee machine as it brewed a new pot. Wendy idly wondered what number that was, given that Spencer wasn’t the only one to drink the java that made the office keep ticking. She took a sip of her drink, shivering at the cold against her teeth before putting it on the counter. Perhaps she should engage in one more test, since she needed to wash her mug anyway, and his towering frame was blocking her way to the sink anyway. 

Twisting her lips to the side, she walked over to him, still remaining silent as he did the same. When she reached him, she reached forward, her hand ghosting just above his elbow as if to lead him out of her way. She could barely feel the hair on his arms bristling before he ducked forward, his posture wooden. Walking past, she placed her mug on the sink, running hot water and adding soap into it soak out the honey that had crystallized. Then, just as he started to relax, she struck. 

“Allright, Sparky, what gives?” She crossed her arms as she leaned against the counter. “Did I do something to offend you or something?” 

“Don’t call me Sparky, it sounds like the name of a class hamster or gerbil.” He deflected, turning his head to meet her gaze. “But no, what would make you think that?” 

“I was thinking more of a puppy than anything, but that could make it worse.” She quipped. “And while I may not be fantastic at this profiling thing yet, I do know how to read body language well enough to take a hint. So, let’s figure this out like adults.”

“I fail to see how we can figure anything out when you’re the only one aware of the subject matter.” His gaze and hand dropped to the coffee pot as he filled his mug. “So if, as you claim, you want to handle it like adults; enlighten me.” 

“Fine.” She stood up, standing at the edge of his personal bubble, smirking as she took his usual aversion to contact. “Wanna explain why any physical contact with me seems to repulse you? And I don’t mean in your usual ‘I have a thing about people touching me’ way. I mean like, visceral reactions. My skin isn’t made of acid, so I don’t know why you insist on acting like it.” 

“ If your skin were made of acid you wouldn’t be able to wear any clothing or go anywhere without constant and instant corrosion.” He rolled his eyes at her. “Unless you somehow managed to invent fabrics out of science fiction and comic books.” 

“I wear a lot of rubber.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “Stop avoiding the question.”

“Look, I don’t know why you’re taking this so personally, as you said, I don’t participate in physical contact or affection, however platonic you may mean it. I don’t know if you noticed this, but I read a lot of facts about things, and my memory makes me remember every single thing. So, forgive me if I don’t really like to think about the amount of pathogens that could pass from you to me with or without your intention. Honestly, it would be safer for us to kiss than to shake hands.” 

Wendy smirked, moving quickly to avoid any escape attempts on his part. She pulled on his collar, and leaned upwards, pressing her lips against him in a short, but firm kiss before releasing him with a wink and skirting around him. 

“Well in that case, it’s nice to finally meet you, Dr. Reid.” She said, not even bothering to look back. “Maybe now we can get the awkwardness over with.” 

She didn’t stop walking until she reached Derek’s desk, looking over, her smile grew. He was still standing, half bent from where she’d positioned him, his arms aloft, and his coffee mug steaming in his hand. It wasn’t until she felt an arm on her shoulder, that she looked into the eyes of her cousin, curiosity written all over her face. 

“Wendy, Darling,” Penelope pointed to her, then to the breakroom. “Why do you look so smug while our young Doctor seems to be struggling to reboot?”

“I mean, I could make my guesses, but I’m not gonna steal Doll Face’s thunder.” Derek said, his voice equally smug as he looked pointedly at her lips, where she could feel her lipstick had smudged slightly.

“Oh, we just were getting introduced.” She shrugged, avoiding touching her face. “Formally, that is, and I think that he’s regretting his choice of factoid.” 

“You didn’t.” They both said, looking back and forth between her and Reid.

“I might’ve.” She confirmed. “In my defense he was the one that brought it up.” 

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“If you broke Pretty Boy, you’re gonna be in charge of fixing him.” Derek said, shaking his head. “But well played, Durant...well played.”

“Hey, girls can play too, Morgan.” Wendy said, moving to her desk, Penelope in her wake. “We have to in order to keep up with guys like you.”

She sat down at her desk, only then touching her lips to adjust her make-up. She sighed, but thanked her cousin for providing her a compact, doing her best to avoid the impending questions. However, when it came to Penelope, there was no avoiding the search for information. 

“So you kissed him….” She pulled her lips in, both eyebrows arching upwards. 

“Uh, huh…” Wendy’s gaze stayed focused on the mirror.

“And there were no feelings behind it.” 

“Nope.” 

“None at all?” Penny took the compact back when it was offered. “Just two coworkers kissing so that one could prove a point?” 

“If you understand, I fail to see why you’re asking.” She finally met the other woman’s eyes, her face neutral. Or so she thought.

“No reason… Just that you’re still smiling.” She snapped the compact shut, walking off to her tech cave. “And you’re fingers were lingering on your lips even after your make-up was fixed.” 

“In your dreams, Pen!” Wendy called after her, looking toward the breakroom as she saw Derek trying to reboot his friend. 

Once she was content that no one was looking at her anymore, her fingers brushed against her lips one final time, cursing the fact that she had to work with family. FBI or not, she didn’t need people analysing things before she could realize them. Especially when all she could think about was how it would feel had he returned the gesture, or if she’d waited just a couple seconds longer.

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Spendy: First Date Jitters

Sara (@starcrossedjedis​) I am so sorry this prompt took so long, especially when I asked for it! So here is First Date Spendy, or at the very least a little preview of Wendy losing her shit and Spencer being the smooth one. 

Wendy huffed, wringing her hands as she paced the span of her uncharacteristically decimated room, the scattered clothing a direct correlation to her current thought process. She had two purses in her hand, a different heel on each foot, and her hair was thrown in a messy bun out of a lack of even the beginning of an idea. The current dress was one of three she kept circling back to among dozens. Her make-up, thankfully was done minimally so as to not have to worry about color clashing. A thought that was now making her outfit choice impossible. 

“God I am a grown woman, and I’ve already slept with this guy.” She grumbled, grabbing piles of clothing and shoving into her closet. “Why in all the hells am I freaking out?” 

She shuffled her shoes in a clump, and tore off the different pairs of earrings she had on. Great: he was gonna be here any minute, and she wasn’t all sorts of mismatched She knew they were going somewhere less formal, but she still wanted to look nice. Was she overthinking, maybe. Should she try something to stop it? Absolutely. The problem was finding out what would work. Luckily though, her date was endearingly prompt, stopping all debates on clothing. 

Wendy let out a small squeak, grabbing the little black clutch she’s managed to stuff the essentials into, before moving to the door. She just wanted this awkwardness, that was probably all in her head, to go away. There goes the idea that the first date gets less awkward the more you know about somebody. Speaking of awkward, why was her gait so off? She paused halfway across the room before she realized she was still in mismatched heels. Not were they a pump versus a sandal, but there was a half an inch difference that in her apparent rush, she didn’t notice.

“Oh for the love of…” 

She yanked the pump off,  hopping back to her room on her bare foot as she struggled at the other’s buckle. A second round of knocking came right as she made it into her room. Deciding she wasn’t going to make him wait out in the hall, she popped her head out, making her neck crack painfully. 

“Come in!” She winced as her voice cracked; smooth Gwendolyn, real smooth. “I’ll be just a second.” 

She closed the door in an attempt to hide the disaster zone, as well as her unfinished look. Her main door opened with it’s aged groan, squeaking at it’s close. She couldn’t hear him move otherwise, straining to hear him, tripping on her mound of shoes in the process. This of course, sent her tumbling with a cacophony of clatters and she hit the floor. Doing her best to recover, she grabbed the first pair of matching pumps she could find and went to the door.

“Wendy! Are you o-.” Her nose stopped just short of his chest, looking up with a smile that more than likely failed to hide her surprise.

“Hello, hey...Hi, ” She said, backing away slightly before shaking her head. “Why are you standing there?”

“You told me to come in,” He reminded her, raising an eyebrow at the question. “And the door was unlocked, so I-”

“I know why you’re in my apartment, Spence.” She waved her hands to stop him from talking. “I meant why are you standing immediately outside my bedroom door.” 

“There was a crash.” He stated, trying to over her and into the room. “That usually refers to there being some sort of accident, especially when it involves you. Unless you have someone hiding back there.”

“Yeah, I told Penny and she’s throwing things in my room as a test.” Wendy rolled her eyes, pulling the door shut behind her. “Come on, Sparky or we’ll be late.” 

“Just one second.” He said, grabbing her wrist as she brushed passed him. 

“Yes?” She turned to face him, but was met with him pressing a kiss to her cheek. 

“You look really nice.” He whispered, smiling slightly as she seemed to short circuit. “But…” 

His face hovered next to hers, and Wendy felt herself hold in a breath. His eyes scanned hers, blinking once, twice, and his hand snapped up. She jumped slightly as her hair tumbled around her shoulders, the loose hair tie looped around his long fingers. Her face warmed, knowing she’d forgotten something. 

“Your hair looks better down.” 

He said, spreading his hand so roll the elastic onto his wrist before walking across the room to her front door. Wendy stood there, staring at the spot he’d vacated, awestruck by what just happened. Did Reid just pull a Derek move on her? Doctor Reid? Her Reid that she usually had to bolster in social situations? 

“You still worried about being late, Wren?” Her gaze snapped over her shoulder, seeing holding the door open. “Or do you need a minute?” 

“Wipe that smug smile off your face, Doctor, or I’ll remove it for you.” Wendy snarled, walking past him with as much confidence as she could muster before muttering to herself. “Jesus Christ what did I sign up for…”

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#15 for your HARD OTP. The pairing you feel in your soul. Mystic, I'm letting you absolutely indulge!!! (lol can't wait to see what you write)

15. A gentle “i love you” whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss (Couple: Spendy (Wendy Durant x Spencer Reid)

Wendy walked to the elevator, heels in one hand as she rubbed at the back of her neck with the other. The bullpen was dark, meaning she most likely was the last person in, aside from maybe Hotch, but even he disappears upon occasion for food. Her stomach growled reminding her of her own mission for sustenance. The hunger pangs began about an hour ago, but she had reports to finish. 

Today had been one of the good days as much as it had been one of the bad. Three children were finally reunited with their parents while five lived on forever as fertilizer for roses. The former cyber terrorist agent was happy that she and JJ could finally bring closure to the mother of Charlie, a victim of eight years. Wendy smiled to herself, the elevator doors closing after she pushed the button for the lobby. Even the wonder boy of statistical facts was moved, not that he knew he saw her conversation with said mother. 

The ride to her apartment was quicker than she’d anticipated, given her mind couldn’t decide on anything nearby, and a tickling memory of some leftover Alfredo in her fridge. Turning the key, she stepped through the threshold, instantly repeating the process of discarding her footwear. Placing her bag on the table, and hanging her keys, Wendy turned to find an even better ending to the day than she would have hoped for. 

The living room flickered in warm candlelight, apple cinnamon spices wafting toward her. Soft, classical music was playing form the stereo, accompanied by low humming from the kitchen. She was so tired she hadn’t seen the second set of keys hanging next to the door. The kitchen light dimmed as a tall figure walked through the doorway, two bowls in hand, forks tucked under them. There was no surprise at her arrival, and no stop in his efforts until he’d placed the reminisced pasta dish on the coffee table. 

“Hotch mentioned seeing your car on the way out.” Spencer said, clearing his throat as he turned to meet her gaze. “Figured you’d be hungry.” 

She felt herself relax, having tensed at seeing she wasn’t alone in her home. This job got to hall of them a little too much sometimes. Her hand dropped from where it rested on her Glock, sending her boyfriend an easy smile. 

“Don’t tell me you waited for me.” She teased, looking at the second bowl. “I wasn’t even expecting you here tonight.” 

He shrugged, running a hand through his tangled tresses. “Not so much waited for you as god distracted doing other things. Your office is finally back to your standards by the way, sorry for never cleaning that up.” 

Wendy smiled, shaking her head as she pulled her tight ponytail from her hair, letting the slowly forming headache recede slightly. “No worries, I know how you get when you need to find something, case or no case.” 

She made her way over to him, leaning up onto her toes to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek before falling into the couch. The food was still pretty hot, but her stomach lacked a desire to care, and her mouth was used to being burned due to her impatience. Spencer followed her, eating with a little less vigor, and letting her decompress from the day. The two sat in a comfortable silence until Wendy had finished her food, leaning back with a sigh, and thankfully accepting the offered glass of wine. 

“You know, I do have to tease you a little, Sparky.” She started, taking a thoughtful sip before turning the glass in her hand. “I now you have an eidetic memory and all, but sometimes your use of it can be overkill.”

“When did I even use it around you today?” He said, surprisingly not offended. Instead, playful smile stretched across his face as he raised an eyebrow at her. “You were spying on me at work again?”

“It’s not spying if, as you just pointed out, we work in the same place and each happened to have been working in the same hallway.” She countered, pointing at him to emphasis her point. 

“A technicality.” He muttered, placing a hand on her ankles after she stretched her legs over his. 

“A fact.” She insisted. “But that just goes to my point, you are so married to your work that you don’t realize it sometimes.” 

“What makes you say that?” He asked, still unsure of where she was going with this. 

“ 5 years, 7 months, and 19 days? I mean really, Spence? I’m surprised you didn’t count down to the exact time.” Wendy said, sighing as he absently rubbed at the bottom of her feet. “I doubt there is anything else from that office that you keep track of with the same-.”

“4 years, 5 months, 12 days, thirteen hours and six minutes.” He interrupted her, making her eyes widen. “Give or take about 20 seconds or so...black flats, grey dress slacks, and a purple sweater.”

“What are you even talking about?” She said, lost in his warm hands, and pouting when he stopped his massage pull her up towards him. “Hey! That was, oh.”

She stopped herself upon seeing the serious look upon his face. She could barely hear him as he continued to go about their first meeting in embarrassingly intricate detail. He had it all, even down to the transferal paperwork in her hand, along with her credentials for editing. Instead, she watched his face, smiling to herself as she took in the different micro-expressions she’d grown to know and love. When he finished, she almost hadn’t noticed, too lost in the softness of his eyes, and the way his hands tried to draw it in front of him. Then her eyes went to his lips which had stopped moving.

“You’re still talking about work.” She deflected, pulling her legs up so that she was sitting upright next to him, and setting her drink down. She backtracked with a shy smile, admitting, “I didn’t think you noticed me like that then.”

“You say that like it was even possible to.” He said, shrugging. “It wasn’t every day I met a smart, pretty girl, that read and understood what I wrote. I didn’t even know that a girl like you could have existed until-” 

Wendy smiled, at that, pulling at his loosened tie to meet his lips to hers. The kiss was short and soft, more to get him to stop talking than anything else. She could almost hear the unsaid ‘what’ fall from his slightly parted lips. 

“I love you, you know that?” She said, wrapping her arms around his neck as he grinned widely, opening his mouth further to answer. “Don’t answer that with whatever you are thinking.”

He shook his head, choosing not to acknowledge the fact that she was the one that asked in the first place, dipping his head down to meet her in a longer, more meaningful kiss.

Yeah, today was definitely a good day. 

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Help please send me soft! spendy/ otp asks I am neck deep in Spendy Angst and I need fluff or happiness!!