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Summary: Spencer comes home to find you on your period, and like any good man would do, he does everything he can to make you feel better. Non-Binary reader! The reader does have a uterus and periods tho!
Genre: Fluff, hurt comfort!
Warnings: mentions of periods, food, pain, pain meds, period products!
Word count: 1.7k words
A/N: PLEASE READ! To be honest, this is a pretty self-indulgent fic, and I wrote it with myself in mind, and that's why it mentions The West Wing, burgers filled with cheese and the various things needed for the cramps, like hot water bottle against the stomach, heat pack at my legs, tea and other things. I hope you don't mind how self-indulgent this is though, and I hope you enjoy it!
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When Spencer got home at a quarter to seven in the evening, he expected you to be moving around the kitchen, finishing off the final bits of dinner, with the table set and some soft music on. That’s what he came to think as normal, something that was natural and a sight that welcomed him home with open arms that offered safety, comfort, and love. But when he got home this time, the kitchen was empty, table still covered by books from his morning research, and the small apartment that the two of you shared was quiet and dark.
“Sweetheart?” He called out into the empty space, listening closely for any indication that you were in the home, and for a moment he scratched his head, wondering where you could possibly be on this autumn night. He knew you’d had a day off from work, you weren’t having a night out with friends, and you would have called if you were going to go to the grocery shop around the corner, so when the apartment only answered him with silence, he started to worry, until he heard soft sniffles from what he thought was an empty bedroom. And that’s when he really started to panic.
Spencer didn’t even bother to hang up his satchel, just dropped it to the floor where he stood before making his way quickly into the bedroom, looking around the dark room until he noticed your figure, curled up amongst a mountain of blankets that appeared to move every time you let out a small sob. You didn’t realise he was in the room, too caught up in the pain that seemed to want to destroy your body, shooting up your front and burrowing deep in the place where it most hurt, where it hurt every month during the same week.
“Y/N? Oh, angel…” Spencer was at your side in a second, kneeling down that his face was level and his heart breaking as he watched the pain contort your face and how your hand gripped the pillow that was at your stomach tight. “Hey, I’m here, shh.” He brushed a large hand over your hairline, taking note of your hot skin and the way your body tensed at his touch. Spencer was used to seeing you like this once a month, but it still hurt every time to see. Yet as he reached closer and took your free hand, letting you squeeze the life out of it as another cramp came bursting through, he started working on instinct, knowing exactly what you would need in that moment. He pressed a soft kiss to the side of your mouth, before slowly taking his hand from yours and moving towards the set of draws at the edge of the room.
Working quickly, he pulled a hot water bottle and heat pack from one of the draws and then moved back to the bed to pull the various blankets over you, knowing that heat and comfort were essential to making the pain seem a little bit more manageable. You weren’t speaking right now, but Spencer also knew you wouldn’t be able to until you were comfortable, and the cramps had faded away.
He boiled the kettle in the kitchen, searched through the medicine box for some pain killers, and took a cup from the overhead cupboard, placing a bag of your favourite tea in it while collecting a block of chocolate from the stash he knew you hid at the back of the fridge. He could hear your small whimpers of pain, his heart clenching at the sound as he wished the kettle would hurry up and the microwave would finish warming the heat pack already.
“Sp-Spence…” Your voice was thick with tears and muffled against the material blankets, but Spencer still heard you and was by your side once again as you reached for him. Looking right at him, you tried to move closer to where he sat on the edge of the bed, to feel his body against yours but your period had other ideas, and all you could do was let out a faint cry, a tear rolling down your cheek as the pain got worse. “I…I was meant to go out with Pen and Emily tonight.” Spencer sighed and brushed the tear from your cheek as he leaned in close.
“Okay, I’ll let them know you can’t come, yeah? And then I’m going to get your tea and hot water bottle and look after you.” You started to shake your head, and before the words had even left your mouth, Spencer knew what was about to come as you tried to lean upon one of your hands, even though it made your whole body tense with pain.
“No, Spencer you don’t have to look after me, I—,” He stopped you then, looking away and standing up so that he could adjust your pillows and fluff up the doona cover. He grabbed your laptop from your side table and turned it on, queuing up your favourite comfort show as he started to speak.
“I know I don’t have to look after you, Y/N. But I love you, and you’re in pain and…I’m going to do everything within my power to make you feel better, whether that be making you cups of tea for the rest of the night, ordering food from your favourite place and refilling your hot water bottle until the pain goes away. Now, my darling, lie down and let me go get you the things I know you’ll need tonight.” Before you could say another word, Spencer had leaned down to kiss you gently and then disappeared out into the kitchen, the kettle now humming gently and the microwave beeping away.
It only took him a couple of minutes to make sure the heat pack was warm enough, to fill up the hot water bottle up to your desired amount, to pour your tea and arrange everything on the dinner tray the two of you sometimes used to eat breakfast in bed on. Pouring a fresh glass of water for you, he took everything back into the bedroom, smiling gently when you looked up at him, relief washing over your face when you saw what he’d come back with.
“Where do you want the hot water bottle, against your stomach like usual?” You nod in response to his question and hum softly when he places it against your blanket-covered stomach, making sure it wouldn’t be too hot against your skin or overheat you too easily. “And I’m guessing your ankles and feet are feeling stiff too, so, I’ll put the heat pack between your lower legs. How does that feel?” He shifted your body gently as he spoke, slotting the soft heating pack between your legs.
“Good, mm, really good, Spence.” He grinned down at you, watching as your features relaxed, how your body slowly stretched out and how you smiled back at him. Spencer nods and shifts himself on the bed so that he could help you to lean against the headframe, arranging the pillows behind your back and pulling the covers up over your body. He made sure your tea and chocolate was in reach and held the glass of water while you swallowed the pain killers he handed you.
“I texted Emily to let her know that you couldn’t come tonight, and she said it’s all good because she’s stuck at the office doing reports with Morgan again.” You chuckled as Spencer put the water down on the bedside table and slowly slid under the covers with you, kicking off his shoes and slipping off his blazer first as your hands worked at the tie around the neck.
“Let me guess, Hotch has got them staying back again because of the pranked they pulled last week?” Spencer nodded at your question, smiling against the top of your head when you leaned into him, head falling against his chest and arms cradling themselves to his sides. He tucked you against him and pressed a kiss to your forehead before he spoke again.
“Mmhmm, I don’t know what those two were expecting though. They knew Hotch would go ballistic when he found that fake snake in the office. That man hates snakes.” You listened as he spoke, enjoying the way his fingers tangled themselves in your hair and how his nails softly scratched against your scalp, soothing you to a point where you were nearly falling asleep against his chest. “I thought we could order your favourite burgers later, you know the ones with heaps of cheese, and maybe even that dessert you love so much. And I double-checked how many tampons and pads you have, so I can go buy some tomorrow for you. Oh, and I called your work and told them you wouldn’t be in tomorrow, and Hotch said I could work from home tomorrow if we aren’t called away for a case.”
“God I love you, Spencer Reid.” Your words were mumbled against the material of his shirt, but he couldn’t help but beam down at you, eyes bright as you leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips, soaking up all the love and warmth that this man had to offer you. He smiled into the kiss, his hand on your back and waist as he held you close, heat from the water bottle and heat packs radiating across your bodies. And for a moment as you kissed, all the pain seeped away, melted into nothingness as Spencer Reid took care of you, made you comfortable and loved you as hard as he could in every way he could. And when he pulled away, cradled you against his chest and pressed play on your favourite TV show, The West Wing, of course, he could only whisper against your hair as the theme song sang out through the speakers.
“I love you more, Y/N, and I love taking care of you, darling.
Spencer Reid was a man who loved to the fullest, who wanted to care and protect and love those around him that loved him back. He was the man you called when you felt sick at work, the man you texted when you needed some comfort, and he, of course, was the man that made all the pain go away with sweet touches, gentle words and thoughtful actions that suddenly had you falling in love with him all over again as you fell asleep against his chest on that night. To Spencer, this was perfect, and there was nothing he would ever want more.
