#I’ve been obsessed with savannah lately I can’t help it /j

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jane discovers savannah’s new look :D

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deja vu

I’m sorry for being so inactive but heres a decently long Spencer x reader because I’m obsessed with Spencer right now. Also I wrote about half of this on my phone so if there are grammatical errors I am sorry. Also I’ve never seen this gif of Spencer so that’s why I put it. It doesn’t really have anything to do with the story.

Warnings: a little angst but fluff ending

Word count: 1.8k

“I love you, Y/n,” Spencer confesses.

You smile and reply, “I love you, too.” At those words, Spencer gently connects his lips to yours. You respond with a kiss, equally soft. Almost as if you’ve been waiting for this moment for years, you deepen the kiss and card your fingers through his hair. Spencer’s experience surprises you as his mouth lowers to your neck. The soft kisses on your neck cause you to moan. Missing the sweet taste of his lips, you guide him back to your mouth and lean into him. Unbuttoning his shirt, Spencer-

Snapping out of your dream, you pant heavily as you try to get your bearings. “You did not just have a dream about Spencer,” you think with your head in your hands. Spencer Reid. Your nerdy coworker who you only see and will always see as a brother. He’s your brother, right? Then why did that dream feel so right? Even the imaginary feeling of your hands in his hair felt good. Oh and his lips. Just the thought of them made you melt. You didn’t realize you spent so long sorting out your feelings until your usual alarm goes off. You turn it off and force yourself to get out of bed. You slip out of your pajamas and hop into the shower. Stepping out of the shower, you went through the rest of your morning routine, going through the motions, still distracted by your confusing feelings. Did you like Spencer in that way? 

Walking into work, the first person you saw was, of course, him. Before he could try to talk, you pulled out your phone and pretended to be deeply invested when you walked briskly past him. You could feel his confused and maybe even hurt, look on his face as it burned on your back but you urged yourself to carry on. At your desk, you searched for the drawer that held your piled-up paperwork, from all the impromptu cases. Unfortunately, Spencer sits across from you and it took all your effort to prevent yourself from gazing up at his adorably concentrated face.

When you felt your strength diminishing, you popped up from your chair and walked to the bathroom. You go to the sink and wash your hands obsessively.

“What’s wrong with you and Spencer?” a voice asks you. Startled, you jump back and turn to see JJ.

“Nothing’s wrong, J.” you reply shakily, trying to sound convincing but knowing she could read through your lie.

“Just tell me what’s wrong, Y/n” she pleads patiently.

“Nothing, everything is fine!” you snap. Slack-jawed and taken aback by your sudden rise in temper, JJ starts toward the door. You quickly apologize,“I’m sorry, JJ,” Sighing, you continue, ”I’ve just had a bad day. I didn’t mean to lash out.”

JJ softens and responds, “It’s okay. Just know that if anything’s bothering you, you can always talk to me.” She gives your arm a soft squeeze before leaving the bathroom. You sigh at the thought of dealing with your inner conflict about Spencer and walk out of the bathroom.

Strolling to your desk, you find Spencer staring at you, causing you to quickly look the other way as casually as possible. When you sit down, Spencer opens his mouth to speak when you pull out your phone and dial a number. Luckily she answers immediately and you ask, “Hi, Erica, Do you want to go to lunch?” After a couple moments, you reply, “Okay, great! I’ll see you in half an hour.” You hang up and quickly go to your paperwork. Hoping Spencer would get the message that you were busy, you continue your work.

When twenty minutes of silence pass, you set down your pen and close the case file. Before Spencer could get a word in, you pop out of your seat and grab your purse. Turning your back to him, you exit the BAU which leaves Spencer less confused and very much hurt.

You arrive at lunch early, so you get a table and wait. Only a couple minutes pass before your friend sits across from you. “Now don’t get me wrong, I am very grateful for finally getting lunch. But why, today? Whenever I try to set something up, you turn me down for Spencer.” You involuntarily cringed at his name. She picks up on it and asks, “Is there something wrong with you and Spencer?”

“No, it’s nothing.” you deny vehemently before she could dig deeper.

But it’s too late since she begs, “Please, Y/n, I’m your best friend. Tell me what’s wrong. Also, you can’t keep anything from me.”

Finally giving in, you sigh, “Fine, I had this dream that Spencer and I were together.” Erica raises her eyebrow, still not understanding the weight of the situation. “The thing is, I liked it. The entire day, I thought it was just the dream, but now I realized I do like him, but I don’t think he likes me back.”

“Why not?” she asks in a motherly tone.

“Because Spencer’s not like that. He doesn’t develop little crushes. He probably just sees me as a friend.” you convey sadly.

Erica rests her hands on yours and assures, “Y/n, you are the smartest, funniest, most beautiful girl I know. And by how much you talk about him, I know Spencer likes you.”

“You really think so?” you ask uncertainly.

“I know so. Besides, even if I’m wrong. it seems like you and Spencer have a strong enough bond that you can overcome it.” Erica affirms.

Entering the BAU, you had a new burst of energy since you knew what you had to do. You were playing through how you were going to tell Spencer when you saw him talking to a new agent. At first, you tried to brush it off as friendly conversation, but when she not-so-subtly touched his arm, you couldn’t deny it. Strolling back to your desk, you couldn’t deny the damper their conversation put on your mood. You didn’t have enough time to recover as Spencer sat down in his desk.

He started, “Hi Y/n,” But before he could finish your name, you whirled your chair around to fave your computer, which ultimately caused him to stare at your back, quieting him. A part of you felt bad and knew that you should be mature, but you couldn’t help it. Whenever you looked at him, you thought of his soft lips passionately kissing yours. And whenever you heard his voice, you couldn’t help but hear: I love you.

Being the newest agent on the team, you luckily had the least amount of paperwork to catch up on which allowed you to finish quickly. After turning in the files to Hotch, you grabbed your purse and headed out.

In all the goodbyes, there was one you heard distinctly. “Bye, Y/n.” his voice cut through the others like a blade. To prevent starting anything with him, you wordlessly wave goodbye as you open the doors. Entering the elevator, you see everyone still working, but him. Spencer’s staring at you and even from the distance, you could see the hurt in his eyes. You thought of running out of the elevator to hug him, but your feet couldn’t move and the doors closed.

Spencer’s POV

“Why was Y/n ignoring me,” Spencer inquires to himself as he stuffs his things into his bag “Did I do something wrong? I mean, she didn’t even want to eat lunch with me. Or she coincidentally wanted to go to lunch with her friend. Maybe I’m reading into this too much,” he mutters.

“What are you talking about, kid?” Morgan questions confusedly as he nears the doors out of the BAU.

“It’s just that Y/n has been ignoring me all day,” he explains. “I feel like I did something wrong, but I don’t remember what.”

“Maybe you should ask her,” Morgan suggests offhandedly as he texted Savannah on his phone.

“B-but I can’t.” Spencer stutters.

“Why not, kid?” Morgan shoves his phone into his pocket, suddenly interested in Spencer’s situation.

“No, I know what you’re thinking and it’s not that.” Morgan raises his eyebrow, prompting Spencer to elaborate, “I just, I don’t know what I’d say.”

“Just ask if she’s okay.” Morgan advises and as he starts to walk away he mutters, “I’m sure it’d land a date with her.”

Spencer snaps his head up and asks,“What’d you say?”

“Nothing, see you Monday, Spencer,” Morgan tells and walks into the elevator so Spencer couldn’t see his sly grin. Spencer looks at Morgan suspiciously as the elevator doors shut. He grabs the last of his things and leaves, knowing what he had to do.

Your POV

Hours after leaving work, you hear a knock on the door. It was too late for any delivery, so assuming it’s a neighbor, you swing open the door. Unbeknownst to you, a sad, worried Spencer stood right in front of you. “W-what are you doing here?” you stutter.

“I’m here to ask what’s wrong. You’ve been acting weird all day,” he asks with a concerned look on his face.

“I’m fine, j-just go home before it gets too late,” you try to convince him. You keep avoiding his eyes until Spencer finally had enough. As he steps into your apartment, he grabs you by the hand and makes you face him. A gasp uncontrollably escapes your mouth, causing you to look down. Spencer places his other hand under your chin and makes you look him in the eye. 

“Y/n, just tell me what’s wrong.” he pleads desperately. You see the hopelessness in his eyes and you break.

“I- I’m sorry Spencer. I don’t want to ruin our friendship, b-but I had this dream about you a-and we...we were” you couldn’t let it out. You couldn’t bear to actually say the words so you release his hand and walk further into your apartment.

“What did we do?” Spencer asks patiently, closing the door as he follows you inside.

“W-we were saying we loved each other. Then we s-started kissing which turned into making out a-and I’m sorry, Spencer, I didn’t know I-I thought about you that way, but I don’t know anymore a-a-and I’m sorry because I care about you too much to ruin our friendship because of this. So let’s just forget about it.” you ramble almost incoherently.

“It’s okay, Y/n,” Spencer comforts while rubbing your shoulder soothingly.

“What?” you ask quietly, tears still glistening in your eyes.

“It’s okay because,” Spencer sighs before confessing, “I like you, too.”

“Y-you do?” you stutter, not believing what you were hearing.

“I was scared that you found out and that was why you were avoiding me,” he admits honestly.

You soften and apologize, “I’m sorry for ignoring you all day. I guess I was afraid to ruin our friendship.”

“Don’t be b-because,” Spencer stutters. “I love you,” he confesses.

You smile and reply, “I love you, too.”