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FREAK OF THE DAY 9/17/24
Cybormedic
by ShermanZAtank Created April 15, 2012 https://tf2freakshow.fandom.com/wiki/CyborMedic
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kinda guy to come up to you with molly and beg you to do it with him
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Some nights are just… Long, and hard.
In times like that, they always lean on each other. Each and every single one of them.
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Patiently waiting on Hollow Knight: Silksong like...
(I know it'll be well worth the wait)
"Larger Cousin" digital, 2023
#hollow knight#hollow knight silksong#fog canyon#overgrown mound#larger cousin#snail shaman#the black rabbit#the blk rabbit#artists on tumblr#illustration#hollow knight fanart#hollow knight art#antici...pation#team cherry#silksong
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CYN team's soldier and CYN team's Joron (my character)
And also
BLK team's Engineer and WHT team's Virun (this is an adult Virun so they look very very different from my other posts of Virun)
#team fortress 2#tf2#oc art#tf2 engineer#tf2 oc#tf2 soldier#tf2 cyn team#tf2 blk team#tf2 wht team#oc#ocs#my ocs#oc stuff#oc artwork#team fortress fanart#team fortress two
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bitches, bros, and non-binary hoes:
✨yang xiao schlong✨
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER OF ALL TIME!!! YANG XIAO SCHLONG BONG DING DONG LONG 🐉💛🦾✨✨✨‼️‼️ She’s on a date night with Blake >:D
#is this a day late? yes yes it is#would yang mind tho? NAH SHE WPULDNT CAREEEE!!! WE VIBING!!!#i actually did finish this yesterday on her bday but couldnt post it ripppp#if i EVER say im not that good of an artist yall are leggall obligated to smack the shit outta me#the original fit design like cmonnnnn man i fucken COOKED#the pose the dragonbike-motorcycle design the FULLY COLORED BACKGROUND???#the fucken g r i p this set of very attractive pixels has on me….#changing my name to blake belladonna and investing in blk lipstick as we speak#the little blush the sunflower bottle cap necklace the team rwby bracelet#the kiss on the prosthetic the scars on her abs a ref to the v5 character short ARGH CROOKED SMILE YANG SUPREMACYYYY#‘hotter than the sun in the middle of july’ like sir why are u looking at me like that sir please S I R-#im so normal im so normal 🦈🐋🦈🐋🦈🐋🦈🐋🦈#rwby#bumbleby#yang xiao long#bumbleby bumblebabes#art#myart
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im planning something or whatever that yall wont see for a good year or so tbh but imma now ik what those power scaling bros feel like planning these matches out cause
#personal#writing update#bout to have the most audacious blk men team up#idgaf whos stronger i like planning the juicy storylines for the fights
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i am getting sooo close to finishing my digimon team in cybersleuth and i just know i'm gonna lose all desire to play this game once i'm done
#i don't know what machinedramon evolves into at lv 99 but I'M GONNA FIND OUT#watch me hate it and immediately dedigivolve it back to machinedramon. teehee#my whole team is so fun though i've got omnimon zwart metalgarurumon blk kerpymon sakuyamon shinegreymon bm and shoutmon omni or some shit#i hope machinedramon evo is cool...
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Crybaby ˖ ࣪⊹
K. TSUKISHIMA x Fem!reader ˖ ࣪⊹
Sum: Kei hated it how easily he let the team get to his head. What did they know, she was his crybaby after all.
Warnings: none, fluff, crybaby coded reader, kei being love sick, occ kei(kinda)!not proofread Tho reader is blk coded I hope everyone enjoys!
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It was wierd the team thought as they watched their middle blocker standing in front of a girl with a tear stained face. Of course their first thought is he made her cry, but that was not the case. They couldn’t help but watch as this happened multiple times before practice until Kageyama said something.
“Who’s that crybaby you stand with after practice?” He asked making Tsukishima stop tying his shoe immediately glaring up at the setter.
“Yeah making pretty girls cry huh Tsukishima!” Noya yelled pushing the blondes head.
Kei leaned up pushing Nishinoya off him “No I’m not, and don’t fucking call her a crybaby.” He spoke making eye contact with Kageyama.
“Why is she your girlfriend?” Kageyama scoffed.
“Yeah she is jackass.” A lot of the team definitely was not expecting that answer out of him. Tsukishima with a girl who’s known for being whinny, with as little patience as they know Tsukishima has she’s his girlfriend.
“No way! How is that pretty girl going out with a bully like you!” Hinata shouted.
Because he was soft with that pretty girl. Of course kei teased her for crying easily and over the most stupidest things but he was alway there to comfort her if needed. His hand squishing her tear stained face tell her it’s all right and not to be dramatic, but earns a punch for call her dramatic.
But it didn’t matter what the team thought of them, because they honestly held heavy doubts, that maybe he was to harsh with her or even mean. He didn’t think he was and she never said anything. She would right if his words ever hurt her she’d speak up. Right?
His eyes looked over to her as they walked through the night market hand in hand, a smile on her glossy lips as she looked around the food trucks. He hated that he could tell him self that he didn’t care what others thought but it did, it bothered him a lot. Was he the reason she cried sometimes, that his snotty remarks actually hurt her feelings. How could he do that to her. How could he make her cry what kind of boyfriend was he if he made her cry.
“Kei..”
He made her hurt didn’t he? The reason her pretty face was always wet with tears?
“Kei!”
He blinked. “Yo are ya with me!” She laughed waving her hand in front of his face. “Am i distracting you” she teased.
“Tsk- no you’re not.” He scoffed.
“Booo! But anyways what has you all airheaded?” She asked tilting her head slightly her braids moving to the side with her motion.
“Nothing.” He hummed.
She pressed her lips together squinting at her boyfriend, his eyes staring into her dark ones. “Will you quite that.” He asked a small smile appearing in his face as his hand pushed her face away.
Even with the moments they shared, he continued to let it eat at him. They moved to a more secluded area sitting on the grass food in hand. He watched her as she ate, and talked, about anything and everything. He just listened, as she went on, smiling at small things she said.
How did he get so lucky.. a polar opposite that didn’t annoy him. Her melanin skin glowing under the street light as they ate her smile wide and so bright. Kei let his hand fall into his hand as she continued talking admiring her.
“So are you gonna tell me what’s wrong.” She asked.
“Hm?”
She looked up as him her smile going away “what’s going through your head, I know better.” She did she knew him, mind you he hadn’t made any comment on what she was talking about nothing not even a snarky remark teasing her.
“So what is it baby?” She spoke leaning back in her hands.
He looked away from her gaze “nothing just something stupid.” He sighed closing his eyes.
He could feel her roll her eyes, the sound of her body shifting her now sitting right in-front of him. The feeling of her hands holding his face made him open his eyes.
“It’s nothikng don’t worry your tiny little head about it.” He spoke softly.
“Don’t lie what is it Kei? You know you have to talk to me to.” She spoke her brows frowning, don’t do that he thought.
“I understand but it’s nothing just letting people get to me head alright?” He spoke his hand squishing her cheeks her hands not yet leaving his face.
“Who? Is it about you-“
“It’s about us.”
She looked at him “bad things?”
He shrugged his shoulders “I guess..”
Her hands left his face, letting herself get comfortable on his lap her face close to his. “Tell me baby..”
He only looked at her for a moment his eyes looking at her lips then back to her eyes. “Do I ever make you sad?”
She tilted her head giving him an are you crazy look. “See I told you it was stupid.” He huffed.
“Why would people thing that, are they saying that?”
“Yes.” He groaned his head falling into her shoulder.
“Why?” She laughed.
He shot back pinching her cheeks “because you’re a crybaby!” He scoffed.
“Nuh uh!” She whined.
“Yuh huh!” He laughed.
Letting go of her face he watched her pout “I’m not a cry baby just open with my emotions!” She sassed.
“Uh huh sure you crybaby.” He spoke his hands resting in her hips.
“But it’s okay, you’re my crybaby.”
She smiled “shut up that’s so lame!” She scoffed pushing him.
“I thought it was good.”
“Lame!” She laughed.
“Yeah then why are you laughing you idiot!”
“Because that was cringy and stupid nothing my boyfriend would ever say.” She groaned her laughter causing him to smile.
“Whatever you idiot I can be romantic.” He said.
“Yeah I know you can but with actions not so much words.”
He scoffed “really!”
She hummed crossing her arms, making his eyes twitch “get off of me, that irritated me.”He spoke pushing her.
“Whatever! You love it.” She said getting back in his face.
He only raised a brow, “ya know ya do.” She whispered leaning on her hands, their lips grazing against one another.
“Want me to kiss you sweetheart?” He asked.
She grinned “I should be asking you that sir, you’ve been looking at me lips all evening.” She hummed.
He let her get closer their lips barely touching befor pulling away, “UGH! Why do you do that!” She whined.
“You gave me attitude.” He shrugged a grin on his face.
He watched as she fell back dramatically “you hate me!” She groaned.
“Mmhm sure do.” She sighs looking down at her smiling at her dramatic pose.
He let her complain a bit more befor leaning down kissing her lips. Only to be pulled by her for a real kiss. “Feel better…” he whispered a little breathless.
“Alway fee better when you’re here with me.” She said pushing his glasses up.
Yeah they didn’t know shit about them. He’d never hurt her, he never wanted to. She would be the only one to get true kindness out of him. Because he couldn’t afford losing her.
Req are open!!! (Plz send something I’m desperate 😞)
#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu!!#hq x you#hq x reader#hq fluff#hq#tsukishima x reader#tsukishima kei#kei tsukishima#kei tsukishima x reader#haikyuu tsukishima#hq tsukishima#tsukishima fluff#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu imagines#tsukishima imagine#tsukishima kei x reader#tsukishima kei x you#tsukishima kei x black reader#x black fem reader#x black reader
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Never Have I Ever, Fell In Love With A Psycho | S.JY Teaser
{Paring: Ghostface Jake x Blk Cheerleader Fem! Reader
Release date: Tba
{Synopsis: You are the Star Cheerleader of Woodsboro University, Highly favored by your professors and well loved by your peers. You’re known for being a kind hearted soul, who volunteers to help host the charity events at your school and playing your role as the notorious team captain of the cheer squad. So what could you have possibly done to become Ghostface’s target?
{Genre: smut, serial killer themes, angst, Jake is batshit crazy, college au, 18+ so (mdni).
{Warnings: explicit scenes, rough sex, oral (m&r receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink, cum eating, knife play, dirty talk, fingering, pet names, mentions of murder, possessive behavior, obsession (Jake), stalking, character death (not reader or Jake), Jealousy, one sided love at first (Jake), profanities, kidnapping.
🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮
Your heart pounds out of your chest rapidly as tears and your now ruined eyeliner runs down your face. You sprint through the hallways of the school running for dear life, hoping and praying that whatever fucked up nightmare this was you will wake up from it soon. You can hear their eerie dark voice and evil menacing laugh behind you causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up.
Your vision is blurred from the tears that won’t stop falling from your eyelids, fear consumes you whole as you hear the footsteps getting closer and closer to you. Your breathing is ragged, your heart feels like it’s gonna explode any minute from the adrenaline that’s rushing through your veins.
They’re hot on your tail, you can hear them everywhere around you, from behind you, and in your head completely taking over your brain cells. Finally barging into a empty classroom you lock the door shut.
You spot a storage closet making your way into it, you place your hand over your mouth trying to ground yourself from making any noise while trying to control your breathing. You hear what sounds like the sound of metal dragging against the wall piercing through your eardrums.
The waterworks continues as you try to calm yourself down, fighting the urge to scream out loud because you’re so damn terrified. Your heart sinks to your stomach when you hear the door to the classroom slam open.
You hear footsteps walking slowly across the perfectly polished vinyl floors. A knife can be heard being slowly dragged against the desk causing a horrible sound to echo throughout the classroom causing your breath to hitch.
Your eyes go wide when you realize you given yourself away and you pray to god you wake up from this shitty nightmare as soon as possible. The footsteps grow closer to the storage closet as you peak out the little opening of the closet door.
A figure can be seen wearing a black hooded robe, a white skull like mask, and black gloves. You’re full on going into a state of panic when you recognize the masked person from the news and pictures and posters that’s been posted all around campus.
You heard the masked killer goes by Ghostface and he’s known for being a very heartless brutal serial killer. he’s killed 20 people so far and your heart sinks knowing you will mark the 21st person he murders if he was to kill you.
Just as you are processing the information in your head the door to the closet door swings open and you’re met with none other then Ghostface himself. Your heart feels like it’s not beating anymore as time seems to stop.
You don’t move a muscle, completely frozen and paralyzed from the fear and anxiety that’s coursing through your veins. The masked person slightly tilts their head to the side almost like they’re studying your every move.
Finally building up enough strength to speak you decide to do what anyone would do in this situation, beg for their life to spared.
“P-Please don’t kill me, I haven’t done anything wrong to you please I don’t want to die I’ll do anything you want just please don’t murder me” you plead from the bottom of your heart, hoping Ghostface will let you go. The masked figure doesn’t say a word but just stares at you. His breathing coming in steady and calm causing a gut wrenching chill to run down your spine.
suddenly the masked figure starts to chuckle lowly almost mockingly as they bring the cold metal knife to your chin gently lifting your face being careful to not cut through your pretty brown skin and finally they speak.
“Oh Y/n baby, how could you think so little of me? You think I would hurt the most precious thing I hold dearly to me? Do you think I would harm you my darling love, I’m so disappointed in you my love I thought you would’ve known better” the masked figure leans closer to your face, you can feel his hot breath on your neck as he whispers in your ear.
“You mean the world to me my sweet baby, I could never harm you I will kill myself before I lay a finger on you my dear” they hum reassuringly, tucking one of your braids behind your ear.
“W-Who are you! I-I don’t even know who you are how could you possibly be in love with me” you managed to blurt out despite of being scared for your life. Your eyes widened when the masked figure slowly removes their mask, revealing none other than Jake Sim, the top student in your physics class, the guy who never really speaks to anyone, the guy who sits in the back distant from everyone, the guy who nobody would have thought would be committing these horrible murders.
“What’s wrong baby girl? Surprised to see me” Jake smirks at you with an evil unhinged smile, the fear consumes you still, but the flutter in your stomach and the way your heart skips a beat has you questioning your sanity and now you find yourself asking yourself are you just as insane as him?
To be continued…
A/n: eeeee I’m so excited to write this story, I’m so down bad for Ghostface Jake so I know I’m gonna be creaming nonstop while writhing this 😭 but guys I hope you enjoy the teaser because i literally suck at writing them. Please feel free to reblog, share, comment, and like muah 💋.

#enhypen#smut#enhypen imagines#jake sim#fanfic#lee heeseung#sim jaeyun#enhypen smut#enhypen x black reader#enhypen x reader#enhypen drabbles#enhypen hard hours#jay enhypen#jay smut#sunghoon enhypen#sunghoon smut#slut4heeworks#slut4heeupdates#slut4hee#feeling slutty#upcoming works#anon ask#anon request#jake x black reader#enha scenarios
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MARAS MASTERLIST
greatest hits, curated by yours truly
DICK GRAYSON
5 STAR DICK! [p!star dick x blk!fem reader]
dick vs throat fucking
p!star dick and inexperienced reader
p!star dick & breeding
dick & moaning
vamp!dick
dick v jason dirty talk
dick v jason and your ex
JASON TODD
jason & anal
ak!jason & degradation [2]
vamp!jason being a lover
jason and nnn [2]
ak!jason and collars
jason & throat training
collegeverse!jason
ak!jason voice kink
jason making you cum
just the tip
priest!jay
roomates! [w/roy]
jason being big
GCVERSE [with roy and jason]
pics they like
mutual masturbation
roy sending jason videos
HAL JORDAN
fratboy!hal & squirting
fratboy!hal & degradation
hal & tag teaming
fratboy!hal & sexting
hal & pretty nails
fratboy!hal's duality
ROY HARPER
roy & anal
campus stoner! roy
dilf! roy
roy & sexting
roy & doggystyle
BRUCE WAYNE
dilf! bruce
tag! [w/hal]
sugar daddy
battinson!
vamp!bruce
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#blk&wht photography#vintage photography#vintage military#1970#seal team#united states navy#buddies#vietnam
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" FIRST PLACE ☆ ."
pairing: e!42 basketball player miles x fem!blk reader
contents: fluff , kissing , basketball player miles , annoying ass fangirl..
a/n: when i actually give a fuck i could write like 3 fics in one day , lord im so lazy oh my goodness
Miles was a great basketball player for the school , everyone loved him. A lil too many people tho .. girls ; girls that weren't you. miles didnt have his eyes on anymore but you, however the fact that other girls had their eyes on him pissed you off a lil. actually , not a lil , you wanted to punch them in they shit but you aint have time to get suspended .. who does?
you walked down the hallway with your airpods in your ears playing your favorite playlist while scrolling on your phone. suddenly you looked up to check your surroundings , and happened to see a poster on the wall for the school basketball team. you walked over to it , reading it. "school game .. october 12th? why didnt he tell me.." miles always told you about every game he had that was coming up , maybe he forgot to tell you this time.
as you walked off from the poster , you just happened to get a text from miles. you read it in your head as it said "maa , wya? i just got to school" you giggled at the text , being that miles was always late to school. you instantly replied with "the main hallway near the library" with a smile plastered across your face.
sooner or later miles saw you down the hallway and jogged his way to you , playfully yelling your name. "(nameeee)" he yelled with a smile on his face. "hiii milessss" you grinned , hugging him and taking one of your airpods out. "you didnt tell me you had a basketball game coming up" you glanced at the poster , looking back at miles for his response.
miles looked at you with a puzzled look until he saw the poster squinting at it while his eyebrows raised after he read it. "i do???? wtf they didnt tell me this time" miles shook his head checking his phone , messages , and emails. "welllll yk ill be theree" you smiled , wrapping your arms around miles' neck.
"ik you will ma , my #1 supporter" he grinned , kissing you on your forehead.
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On the day of miles' game , you made sure to look your best even tho you'd be in a crowd FULL of people .. but who cares? your man would see you. you wore your prettiest outfit and sprayed yourself with your perfume , making sure you smelled good. you walked down to the gym when it was time for the game to start in about 10 minutes. you touched your forehead randomly because the school was hot and you were slightly sweating.
aaannnnddddd you forgot to do your edges. shit. you hated leaving the house without your edges done , it was like your finishing touch. your eyes widened as you quickly jogged back to the school bathroom getting your edge control and edge brush out your bag , struggling to close the zipper back.
you brushed your edges to your forehead while your other hand worked to unscrew the top off the edge control. after like 3 minutes , you were finally done with your edges. you scurried back to the gym , but you heard someone talking on the mic which meant the game was about to start. you walked faster and finally got to the door , but...it was locked.
your heart dropped but you were quickly cheered back up as one of the teachers came and opened the door. meanwhile , miles was on the court as the principal gave her speech , he paced around scanning the bleachers to look for you. he started getting worried when he didnt see you , what if you couldn't make it?
suddenly , you walked thru the door , which caught miles' attention and he started smiling. his eyes were on you the whole time you walked to the bleachers , as you on the other hand scanned the court for him. you looked for his jersey number , (42) and eventually you found it. you locked eyes with him as he smiled at you , and you smiled back.
after the game , you wouldn't guess who got first place .. actually yes you would. it was miles of course , the crowd cheered as he made the final shot from quite far away , but no matter how many people cheered you were the loudest.
well , you thought you were. you heard another voice yelling his name from the other side of the bleachers , making your head snap that way in an instant. you weren't the only one hearing this , miles heard it too. he side eyed the girl yelling her lungs out , and walked over to the bleachers where you were signaling for you to come down.
you got up and grabbed your bag going to miles , but as soon as you got to him so did the girl (shorty spawned outta nowhere..). "uh.." you looked at the girl with disgust , she did the same to you. but she didn't have the right to.. why does she wanna talk to YOUR man??
miles kissed you and looked at the girl with a stank face , walking off with his arm around your neck , leaving the girl to start muttering in anger.
©cyb3rspyd3r
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#💘 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐢'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 .#manitalkss#miles x reader#miles morales#e42 miles#across the spiderverse#spiderman atsv#earth 42 miles x reader#atsv#spider man: across the spider verse#miles x you#miles morales prowler#miles morales x reader#miles molares#earth 42 miles morales x black!reader#earth 42 miles morales x reader#earth 42 miles#miles g x reader#miles g morales#miles gonzalo morales#earth 42#prowler miles#miles 42#42 miles morales
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All the monkeys have little nicknames for each other, excluding general endearment terms. Complementary of being in a polyamorous relationship with one another.
Black - Blackie by Yellow and Green, Blackberry by Green.
Blue - Nerd by Yellow, Einstein by Red (he hates being called that), Genius in general, Iceberg by Green and Red, Blueberry by Green.
Green - Girlie (very affectionate) by Red, Sunshine by Yellow and Blue.
Red - Pinky in general (he doesn't like being called that no matter how teasing or affectionate it is, only lets Chiro do so. He has son privileges there), Nutjob by Blue (whenever Red's on his conspiracies, semi affectionate), Drongo in general including himself (jokingly and teasingly, similar to calling himself a "dumb monkey"), Strawberry by Green.
Yellow - Supernova by Blue, Firecracker by Red (when he's being sincere), Goldie in general, Sunflower by Black and Green.
#Super Robot Monkey Team Ultra Force Go#SRMTUFG#BLK-11#BLU-23#GRN-34#RED-77#YLW-52#Poly Monkeys#Navy Galaxy#Moonlit Candles#Mechanical Serenity#Strawberry Incense#Seafoam Ocean#Lilac Sky#Ignited Chemicals#Metallic Watermelon#Fiery Engines#Reflective Sunset
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Don't mess with my man
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Blk reader
Genre: fluff (for once)
Summary: One day during a case, Spencer gets jealous of some officers flirting with you, so he stepped in to get you. Since then, the BAU team has noticed your closeness and teased you both about your obvious feelings. During a night out, you get jealous when a woman flirts with Spencer, prompting you to step in and claim him as your boyfriend.
Warnings: jealousy, mild possessiveness
Notes: This song is stuck in my head. I also posted this on my K-pop blog, but I took it off real quick.
Spencer stood in the corner, his arms crossed, watching you as you spoke to the two young officers. The way you commanded their attention was effortless, a mix of professionalism and that unique charm of yours that always made people gravitate toward you. You were explaining to them what you did in the BAU, your hands moving expressively as you broke down your role with clarity and confidence. But Spencer could tell—the officers weren’t just listening because they were interested in your work.
They were flirting with you.
And, as usual, you hadn’t noticed.
It had been like this ever since you joined the team. At first, Spencer found your energy irritating. You were too happy, too bubbly, especially for someone working in a unit as serious and grim as the Behavioral Analysis Unit. He couldn't understand how you could be so cheerful when your job involved dealing with the worst of humanity.
But then, he saw you in the field. The first time he saw that shift—how you could still be warm and engaging, yet instantly serious and direct when needed—something shifted in him, too. You weren’t naive. You were strong, and your optimism was a choice, not a weakness.
He hadn’t meant to warm up to you. But you made it impossible not to. You were funny, kind, a good listener. You brought an energy to the team that helped them all, even in the darkest moments. And to top it all off, you were beautiful. But Spencer couldn’t ask you out. He didn’t think you’d be interested in him. Why would you be? You were the life of the party, the person everyone liked, and he… well, he was awkward, introverted, more comfortable with books than people.
Which is why he found himself here, leaning against the wall, trying to pretend he wasn’t watching the officers flirt with you. He clenched his jaw, feeling a knot in his stomach. You deserved better than that. They didn’t even care about what you were saying; they were just focused on how you looked. But Spencer knew you—really knew you—and he liked you for so much more than your appearance.
As he watched, one of the officers laughed a little too loudly at something you said, leaning in closer. Spencer rolled his eyes. They were so obvious.
You, on the other hand, seemed oblivious, smiling politely as you continued your explanation. Spencer knew you weren’t interested—you were always so professional when it came to your work. But it still bugged him. You sat on the desk looking pretty, and you didn’t even realize how pretty you were. Your soft wine colored off the shoulder top, complemented your brown skin with your light blue washed jeans. Your hair was braided up which was usual but this was a fresh this time. Then you wore your glasses they were fake but you liked having a different look to you and Spencer liked it. It was something about your glasses that made you ten times more attractive.
Morgan, ever perceptive, glanced between Spencer and the officers before smirking. "Pretty boy, I know that look," he teased, sidling up to Spencer. "You’re not jealous, are you?"
“What? No,” Spencer replied quickly, pushing his hands into his pockets, trying to keep his face neutral.
Morgan chuckled, clearly not buying it. “So you're just gonna let them flirt with your girl like that?”
Spencer bristled, his voice defensive. "She's not my girl."
Morgan raised an eyebrow and leaned in a little closer. "The way you're eyeing her says otherwise, jealous boy."
"I'm not jealous, and those guys aren't even that good looking," Spencer shot back, a little more heat in his voice than he intended. He looks at the guys again as they say something to make you giggle.
Morgan barked out a laugh, clapping a hand on Spencer’s shoulder. "Wow, you really are jealous. It’s okay, man. Happens to the best of us." Spencer tried to brush it off, but he couldn’t help glancing back at you, still in conversation with the officers. They were standing too close, and their smiles were just a little too wide for Spencer’s liking. He wondered what was so funny? It couldn't had been about the case.
“You know Hotch is gonna round us up soon,” Morgan said, his tone shifting to something more serious, though still playful. “You should go get her, pretty boy.”
Spencer furrowed his brow. "Why do I have to get her?"
Morgan grinned, stepping back toward the other room. “Because I'm not the one sitting in the corner jealous," he sang teasingly, disappearing through the doorway.
Spencer sighed, glancing one last time at you and the officers before pushing himself off the wall. Maybe Morgan was right... but he still wasn't sure if he was ready to admit it.
He took a deep breath and stepped forward, his heart pounding a little harder than usual. He wasn’t sure what he was going to say, but he couldn’t just stand there any longer.
"Hey," he interrupted, his voice calm but firm, "we need to wrap up here. We have a briefing in ten."
You turned to him, flashing that bright smile of yours. "Got it, Reid."
The officers seemed disappointed but nodded, glancing at you one last time before walking away. As they left, Spencer stayed by your side, and you gave him a curious look.
"Everything okay?" you asked, tilting your head slightly.
Spencer shrugged, trying to act casual. "Yeah, I just... thought it was time to go."
You smiled again, this time softer, more genuine. "Thanks for the rescue. Those two were nice, but I think they were more interested in... other things." You say as Spencer nods at you of course you picked up on their disinterest of the original topic.
Spencer couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah, I noticed."
"Why didn’t you say anything sooner?" you ask him confused as to why didn't he come to get you earlier. Spencer hesitated for a second, unsure of what to say. Then he looked at you, his heart racing, and said, "I didn’t think you'd notice."
Your eyes met his, and for a moment, the air between you shifted. It was subtle, but it was there. You smiled again, this time more thoughtful. "I always notice you, Spencer." You go into the room taking a seat. Spencer couldn't help but blush at what you said. When he goes in the room Morgan looks at him smugly as he takes a seat next to Emily while you sit in the front next to Rossi. Before he could ask how it went Hotch started talking.
The case was finally wrapped up, and you were just about ready to head back when one of the officers approached you, flashing the same charming smile he’d been using all week. Spencer, standing off to the side, rolled his eyes. Not this again.
The officer started his usual routine, laying it on thick. “You’re really something, you know that? A top-notch agent and, well, very easy on the eyes,” he added with a wink. You were about to say something but the guy cut you off.
Before the guy could even work up to asking for your number, Spencer decided he’d had enough. He walked over, his long strides quickening as the officer’s compliment landed. “Hey, sorry to interrupt,” Spencer said, cutting in smoothly, “but we really need to get going.”
The officer blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Oh, can I just—?”
“Sorry, no time,” Spencer replied quickly. Without giving the officer a chance to recover, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, steering you away from the conversation. “We’ve got a flight to catch.”
You let Spencer guide you, surprised at the sudden shift. Once you were a few paces away, you glanced up at him, an amused smile creeping onto your face.
“Spence, what was that about? You’re acting weird.”
“It’s nothing,” he said, his voice a little too fast. “I mean, we do have a flight, and Hotch is waiting for us. He’s our ride.”
You raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Uh-huh. Right.” You knew Hotch was still inside talking to the sheriff. Spencer tried to focus on the path ahead, but the warmth of your shoulder under his arm and the way you were looking at him made it hard to concentrate. “What? We do need to go,” he added, but you could hear the slight defensiveness in his voice. You just smiled, not pushing the subject for now, but filing it away for later. Spencer was acting strange—endearing, but definitely strange. And you had a pretty good idea why.
Later on the plane, you were sitting with Emily and J.J., enjoying some much-needed downtime. It didn’t take long for them to start teasing you.
“So,” Emily began with a mischievous grin, “what was up with those two officers back at the precinct?”
You blinked, caught off guard. “Wait, how did you know about that?” you asked, glancing between the two of them. You had thought the flirting had gone mostly unnoticed, at least by everyone except you and Spencer.
J.J. laughed, leaning in a little closer. “It was kind of hard not to notice. Those guys were practically hovering around you the entire time.”
“Yeah,” Emily chimed in, “the way they were looking at you? They were definitely interested. Did they give you their numbers?”
You shook your head, smiling at the memory of Spencer’s intervention. “Nope. Spencer got to me before they could. Honestly, I’m glad. I didn’t want to have to turn them down like that. They weren’t my type.”
At that, Emily and J.J. exchanged a glance before bursting into laughter. “Spencer got to you first, huh?” J.J. teased, a knowing gleam in her eye.
“Oh, this is even better than I thought,” Emily added, smirking. “So, did our genius save you, or did you just let him swoop in?”
You felt your face flush. “Come on, it wasn’t like that. He just... helped me out of an awkward situation, that’s all.”
“Right,” Emily said, drawing out the word as if she didn’t believe you for a second. “Sure, just helping you out.”
Their teasing continued, with both of them throwing in playful comments about Spencer’s timing and how convenient it was. Despite your protests, you couldn’t help but smile at the whole situation. Maybe there was more to it than you were willing to admit.
Meanwhile, a few rows up, Spencer was sitting next to Hotch. He had a faint smile on his face, one he didn’t even realize was there. Hotch glanced over, noticing the unusual expression.
“Everything okay?” Hotch asked, a little confused by Spencer’s out-of-character behavior.
“Yeah,” Spencer said, his voice calm but laced with an odd sense of contentment. “Everything’s fine.” Hotch said nothing more, but a flicker of understanding crossed his face. He had a pretty good guess at what was going on but kept it to himself.
Across the aisle, Rossi leaned over to Morgan, who had been watching the whole scene unfold from the start. Morgan smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “My man,” Morgan whispered, nodding toward Spencer with approval.
Spencer, oblivious to all the glances and whispers, sat there quietly. Nothing between you two had really changed, but the way you’d looked at him earlier, and the fact that you’d let him whisk you away from the officers—it felt like the start of something, something... And for now, that was enough.
After the case, the team couldn't help but notice how close you and Spencer had become. Whether it was holding hands absentmindedly or you resting your head on his shoulder during long flights, it seemed like you two were always in sync. To anyone watching, it was obvious that something was going on between you two, but to you and Spencer, you were just friends. Sure, there were feelings simmering beneath the surface, but both of you were oblivious to them.
One day, after a particularly long and exhausting case, Hotch decided the team needed a break. As a reward for all the hard work, he gave everyone the next day off. To celebrate, Emily, Garcia, and Morgan started making plans to go out that night. Morgan, always the social one, immediately turned to Spencer.
“Come on, pretty boy, you should come out with us,” Morgan said, nudging Spencer, who predictably shook his head.
“I don’t really think—” Spencer started, but then he overheard Emily ask you if you were coming along.
“Are you kidding?” you said enthusiastically. “I’ve been dying to go out. I just need to go home and change first, but I’ll meet you guys there.”
Spencer hesitated for a moment, but when he saw the excitement on your face, he changed his mind. “Actually… I think I’ll go too.”
Garcia, overhearing this, snickered to herself. “Reid is so whipped,” she whispered, watching the two of you walk ahead together.
Emily, unable to resist, leaned in and quietly shared, “Did you guys notice the other day on the plane to South Dakota? She was holding Spencer’s hand the entire flight, and she didn’t even realize it.”
Morgan grinned, adding, “Oh, and last week? She fixed Spencer’s hair during the briefing, and the guy practically lit up like a Christmas tree.”
As the three of them exchanged knowing looks, you and Spencer, now a few steps ahead, suddenly noticed the group lagging behind. You glanced back and asked, “Hey, what’s going on back there?”
Morgan, Emily, and Garcia immediately straightened up, all of them wearing innocent expressions. “Nothing!” they chorused in unison, clearly hiding something.
You gave them a skeptical look but shrugged it off, turning back to Spencer as the two of you continued chatting. Meanwhile, behind you, the trio exchanged glances, silently agreeing that it was time to take matters into their own hands.
“So, what’s the plan to get those two together?” Emily whispered to Garcia.
“Oh, I have a few ideas,” Garcia replied, a mischievous grin forming on her lips. “They’re halfway there already; they just need a little push.”
Morgan chuckled. “Count me in. Let’s make sure tonight is very interesting.” As you and Spencer unknowingly walked into their plot, you continued to talk about your plans for the night, completely unaware of the matchmaking scheme brewing behind you. For now, you were just looking forward to a fun night out with your friends—and, of course, Spencer, who somehow made every moment feel just a little bit better.
Garcia, Emily, and Morgan waited at the bar, excitement buzzing in the air as they plotted their next move to bring you and Spencer together. Emily had devised a plan, making up an excuse about why Spencer couldn’t ride with them, and it had worked perfectly. You had hesitated at first, unsure about being a bother, but Spencer insisted he wanted to come with you, making you feel a little more at ease.
The three of them settled into a booth, sipping drinks and keeping an eye on the entrance. Emily leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “So, what’s our game plan for tonight? We need to get them talking more, maybe even dancing.”
Garcia nodded enthusiastically. “Definitely! And we should definitely have Spencer and her sit next to each other when they get here. That’ll give them a chance to get closer.”
Morgan leaned back in his seat, smirking. “You guys are way too obvious. It’s going to be hilarious to watch him squirm.”
Just then, they saw you walk in, and the conversation halted. You looked stunning in a fitted dress that hugged your figure perfectly, and the knee-high boots you wore added a fierce touch. Garcia couldn’t help herself. “Wow, look at her! That dress is incredible!”
“Check out those boots!” Emily added, eyes wide. “She looks amazing.”
Morgan grinned widely, his gaze shifting to Spencer, who was right behind you, taking in the sight of you with an appreciative look. “And look at Spencer. He’s practically checking her out.”
As if on cue, Spencer reached out, wrapping an arm around your waist, and you smiled up at him. “Oh my God, Derek!” Penelope exclaimed, barely containing her excitement.
It wasn’t until you spotted them that Spencer lets go of you as you pulled Spencer over to the table. As you approached the booth, you spotted them and your face lit up. “Hey, guys!” you greeted happily, your voice brightening the atmosphere around the table. “Sorry I’m 30 minutes late!”
“Not a problem at all!” Garcia said, a sly smile playing on her lips.
Morgan chuckled, leaning forward. “We were just getting an eyeful of your fashion choices. You look fantastic!”
“Thanks!” you replied, a little bashfully. “I wanted to look nice for tonight.” You paused, glancing at Spencer, who stood next to you, his expression unreadable.
“Well, it’s working,” Emily said with a wink. “You definitely caught our attention.”
You grinned, appreciating the compliment. “I’ll get the first round. What does everyone want?” you asked, taking out your phone to note their orders.
As you walked away to the bar, Emily, Garcia, and Morgan wasted no time in turning their focus to Spencer.
“So,” Emily started, feigning innocence, “what do you think of her outfit?”
Spencer, caught off guard, stammered, “Uh, it’s…nice.” He quickly looked away, his cheeks tinged with a hint of pink.
Garcia giggled, nudging him playfully. “Nice? Is that all you’ve got, pretty boy? She looks stunning!”
“Come on, Reid,” Morgan chimed in, a teasing grin on his face. “You’re clearly checking her out. Don’t hide it!”
Spencer sighed, knowing he was trapped. “I just—”
“Just what?” Emily pressed, leaning in closer. “Do you like her or not?”
“I mean, she’s great,” Spencer finally admitted, his voice a mix of admiration and embarrassment. “We’re just friends.”
“Right,” Garcia said, barely containing her laughter. “Friends who hold hands and check each other out.”
“Reid, you’ve got it bad,” Morgan teased, leaning closer. “You can’t even hide it.”
Spencer shrugged, attempting to play it cool, but the flush creeping up his neck gave him away. “I just think she looks great,” he replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
Morgan chimed in, pointing at Spencer. “Seriously, man, you were totally checking her out.”
Spencer shook his head, trying to play it cool, but the slightest blush crept into his cheeks. “We just drove here together; it’s not a big deal.”
Emily smirked, leaning in closer. “Not a big deal? You were holding her waist! What happened when you two left? Did something happen?”
“Nothing happened,” Spencer replied quickly, trying to keep his tone light. “I just stayed in the car while she changed at the apartment.”
Morgan chimed in, pointing at Spencer with a teasing grin. “Seriously, man, you were totally checking her out.”
Spencer shook his head, trying to play it cool, but the slightest blush crept into his cheeks. “We just drove here together; it’s not a big deal.”
Emily smirked, leaning in closer. “Not a big deal? You were holding her waist! What happened when you two left? Did something happen?”
“Nothing happened,” Spencer replied quickly, striving to keep his tone light. “I just stayed in the car while she changed at the apartment.”
“Yeah, and you let her go out in that dress?” Emily shot back, her eyebrow raised.
“I mean, that’s none of my business. We’re not together,” he said, trying to sound indifferent.
“Not yet,” Garcia piped in, her enthusiasm unabated. “But you act like it. Make your move!”
Before Spencer could respond, Emily glanced around, her expression shifting slightly. “Where is Y/N, by the way? She’s been gone for too long getting those drinks.”
The three of them turned their heads toward the bar, and then suddenly caught sight of you on the dance floor. You were laughing and dancing with some girls, completely in your element.
Garcia, eyes sparkling with mischief, nudged Spencer. “You should go get her!”
Spencer hesitated, watching you dance. The way you moved, carefree and joyful, made him smile to himself. He didn’t want to interrupt your fun, but the teasing from his friends was starting to grate on his nerves.
“Come on, don’t just sit there,” Emily said, nudging him again. “You’re missing your chance.”
“Yeah, man, go get your girl!” Morgan chimed in, his voice playful yet encouraging.
Spencer felt the warmth of their gazes on him, urging him to take action. He glanced back at you, laughing and dancing as if the world didn’t exist. Maybe he could just watch a little longer, but as Emily’s teasing began again, he decided he didn’t want to be the wallflower anymore.
“Okay, okay,” Spencer finally relented, standing up from the booth. He took a deep breath, feeling a rush of determination. “I’ll go get her and grab the drinks.”
As he walked toward you, he could feel the weight of his friends’ encouragement behind him, but he also felt a thrill of nerves. This was different. You were different. With each step, he knew he wanted to take that leap, and tonight might just be the night. He continues to watch you dance your body moving to the beat of the song. You were having fun that was clear he admired how much your smile lit his whole world. He didn't want to remind you about the drinks so he went to the bar got the drinks himself and went back to the table.
You were on the dance floor, having the time of your life, but as the music slowed and your feet began to ache, you made your way back to the booth. Emily, Garcia, and Morgan were already there, sipping on their drinks, and that’s when it hit you—you had completely forgotten to bring them their drinks.
"Sorry, guys! I got caught up," you apologized, genuinely feeling bad.
“No worries,” Morgan grinned, glancing over at Garcia. “Spencer took care of the first round. He was supposed to come get you, but you were a little busy dancing.”
You chuckled sheepishly, glancing around the bar. “I’m sorry again. I didn’t realize.” You had to remind yourself to get the next round of drinks and spend two drinks on Spencer. Feeling guilty that he had to pay for drinks you offered to get in the first place.
“Speaking of which,” Emily said, leaning back in her seat with a smirk, “Spencer was supposed to be getting us another round, but he’s taking his sweet time. He’s probably distracted by the blonde at the bar.”
Your gaze snapped to the bar, and sure enough, Spencer was chatting with a tall blonde woman, who was laughing and leaning in a little too close for your comfort. You rolled your eyes, muttering, “She’s Cute,” in a snarky tone crossing your arms. As you eyed her up and down from a distance.
Garcia’s eyes lit up at your reaction, picking up on the jealousy you were trying to hide. “Ooh, look at you,” she teased. “She’s been talking to him for the past 20 minutes. Seems pretty cozy, huh?”
You waved your hand dismissively. “He’s just being nice. That’s how Spencer is.” You say Spencer was a nice guy especially when it came to women. He wasn’t awkward as most people saw him at least not with you. You both were inseparable spending time with each other in and out of work or talking late at night after cases.
Emily, always quick to stir the pot, leaned in closer, her voice playful. “Are you jealous?”
“No,” you replied, too quickly. The word came out sharper than you intended, which only made Morgan grin wider.
“Right. You’re not jealous at all,” he said, teasing you further. “Because, you know, you haven’t been clinging to Spencer this whole time or anything. It’s not obvious that you like him.” You tried to laugh it off, but their teasing hit a nerve. You didn’t deny your closeness to Spencer, but you weren’t about to confirm it either. Who wouldn't fall for Spencer? He was nice, smart, caring for his friends you included, and he good looking in your eyes. You especially liked when he spoke his nerdy genius facts, you always liked learning and you soaked up his facts like he was storyteller of facts.
“We’re just friends.” You say as that was the truth despite you wanting to be more. You knew feeling jealous was wrong but if Spencer wanted to date someone it was out of your control.
As the others exchanged knowing looks, you found yourself glancing back at the bar. The blonde was still there, her fingers twirling a strand of hair as she laughed at something Spencer was explaining. Your stomach twisted, and you hated that you felt this way. Spencer wasn’t yours, and he could talk to whoever he wanted. But still… something about it didn’t sit right with you.
Morgan, noticing your silence, nudged you again. “You sure you’re not jealous? Because it kinda looks like you are.”
You straightened up, forcing yourself to stay calm. “She’s a tall, bleach blonde with a 36D cup, and she’s probably pretending to understand whatever Spencer’s talking about. She’s got nothing on me. And besides, the only blondes I like Spencer with are Garcia and J.J.”
Emily and Morgan exchanged a glance, and Garcia practically cackled. They could tell you were trying to downplay your feelings, but your words only revealed how fired up you really were.
It wasn’t until you saw the blonde reach out and touch Spencer—first his arm, then his hair—that you had finally had enough. “You know what? The next round’s on me,” you said, abruptly standing up from the booth.
As you strode toward the bar, Garcia couldn’t contain her excitement. “Oh, this is it. This is the moment!” she squealed, practically bouncing in her seat.
Morgan and Emily high-fived, pleased with how their little mission was playing out. They had been waiting for a moment like this, and now it seemed like you were finally about to act on your feelings.
You didn’t care what anyone thought anymore. Watching that woman touch your Spencer like that ignited something inside you. As you approached the bar, your heart raced, but your steps were confident, purposeful. Spencer might not even realize what was happening, but you knew one thing for sure—you weren’t going to let some random blonde take your place by his side.
You approached the bar quietly, trying to catch the conversation the blonde woman was having with Spencer. She was leaning into him, laughing and commenting on how good he looked for an FBI agent. A wave of possessiveness surged through you, and before you could think twice, you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. Spencer, caught off guard, glanced up at you, confusion flickering across his face.
“Hey, Spence, did you get the drinks for the others?” you asked, casually resting your chin on his shoulder. The blonde woman looked at you eyeing you like you did her. You swayed back and forth and Spencer as usual let you. To him and you this was normal but you wanted to give her the idea that he was taken.
“Oh yeah, that’s right! I’m sorry, I forgot,” he mumbled.
“No worries, I should’ve gotten the drinks when I had the chance,” you replied sweetly.
The blonde wasn’t done with him though. “Spencer! You were saying?” she interrupted, her voice laced with annoyance as she tried to pull his attention back to her. But it was all on you as you two had your own conversation.
Spencer blinked. “Huh?”
You leaned into him more, almost daring her with your eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I interrupt something?” you asked, knowing exactly what you were doing.
“Yes—” Heather began, but Spencer quickly cut her off, clearly sensing the rising tension.
“No. Not at all. We were just talking about our jobs at the BAU… Oh, Y/N, this is- uhhh Heather! Her name is Heather,” Spencer introduced her awkwardly, stumbling over his words. You didn’t move from him, still holding onto his shoulders as if to make it clear to Heather that Spencer wasn’t going anywhere.
You eyed her up and down and rolled your eyes. “Heather, huh? Cool name. I'm Y/n ” you said, not bothering to hide your disdain. You reach past Spencer to shake her hand trying not to be rude to Spencer.
Heather’s smile faltered slightly. “You work with Spencer?”
“Oh yeah,” you replied, turning to Spencer with a sweet smile as you ran your hand through his hair, fixing it just how you liked. “We work tons of hours together, we're really...close aren't we, Spence?” you ask looking to him for his answer. Spencer didn’t understand it but he knew you were acting strange. Your tone the way your body language was different.
Spencer nodded, a little too enthusiastically. “Yeah, we do. Actually, we just got the day off tomorrow!”
You rolled your eyes again, internally groaning. As much as you adored him, he was too polite to recognize that Heather was blatantly flirting. Or maybe he did know but wasn’t sure how to shut it down. Or he could be interested in her but you didn’t let that thought linger any longer.
Heather’s eyes gleamed. “Oh, are you free tomorrow night?”
Before Spencer could even think of answering, you spoke up. “No, he’s not,” you said quickly, your voice firm.
Heather blinked, clearly taken aback. “I was talking to Spencer,” she said, her voice icy.
“And I told you, he’s not free,” you repeated, stepping closer to him, almost in front of him now.
Heather wasn’t giving up so easily. She gently nudged you aside, leaning in closer to Spencer. “Anyway, Spencer, are you free tomorrow?” you felt your body get hotter by the second she spoke. The urge not to hit her when she touched you, as you knew you'd be wrong if you did.
Spencer shifted awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable. “I—uh—I mean—”
Before he could finish, you cut in again, your jealousy bubbling over. “He has a girlfriend,” you blurted out, shocking both Spencer and Heather.
Spencer’s eyes widened in surprise, and you could feel his gaze on you. If he didn’t know you were jealous before, he definitely knew now.
Heather crossed her arms, her expression skeptical. “I don’t see her, and he hasn’t mentioned her.”
You stepped forward, standing your ground. “I’m right here.”
Heather’s eyes narrowed as she looked you up and down. “Please. You’re just jealous that Spencer’s interested in me. You don’t have any claim on him just because you work together.” Spencer looked at you wondering what your next move was, you didn't deny that you were jealous not once. Nor did he deny that you were his girlfriend, he could but he didn't want to. He tries not to smile but then he looks back at you as you grew quiet.
You were practically shaking with anger, but her words hit you harder than you expected. She wasn’t entirely wrong—you weren’t Spencer’s girlfriend, and this was starting to feel like a massive embarrassment. But just as your thoughts started to spiral, Spencer stepped in.
“Here are your drinks, miss,” the bartender said, sliding the drinks over to you and Spencer. He thought this was the perfect time to get the two of you away from Heather and back to your friends.
Spencer set the drinks down and took your hand in his, placing his other hand gently on your shoulder. His touch was grounding, and when he spoke, his voice was calm and reassuring. “It’s okay, Y/N. You don’t have anything to prove. I’ve got the drinks; let’s head back.” He wanted you to know there was nothing to worry about, he wasn't interested in Heather. Not even attracted to her, as he holds your hand and whispers in your ear how you're here to spend time with friends and have a good time. You smiled, feeling instantly soothed. He knew just what to say to ease your frustration. You look at him and he looks at you with hearts in your eyes like nothing else mattered. And it didn’t. The two of you leave heading over to your friends. But Heather wasn’t done though.
“Spencer, wait—if you’re free tomorrow, call me,” she said, handing him a napkin with her number on it.
Before you could react, Spencer turned and walked back to the bar, trying to give the napkin back. “Look, you seem really nice, and you’re very pretty, but I’m not interested.” You didn't notice Spencer wasn’t by your side at first but Emily and Penelope gave you a look as you turned to see Spencer stuck again. You leave the drinks at the table and go back over to Spencer. You sneak up from behind him listening to Heather’s desperate attempt to get with your genius.
Heather huffed, clearly not taking the rejection well. “Come on, Spencer. Are you really just trying to spare her feelings?” Heather refers to you as Spencer thinks about his next words carefully.
Spencer shook his head. “I’m not sparing her feelings because we work together. I’m sparing your feelings because I love her. For a long time and she feels the same way” Spencer says confidently as Heather scoffs.
The confession hit you like a ton of bricks, and you stopped in your tracks, staring at him wide-eyed. Did he just say he loved you? Well this was the time for you to say what you needed to say.
You stepped in front of him, your heart racing. Spencer looked at you, his expression soft, almost hopeful, as if he wasn’t sure you heard him. He didn't know what you were going to say, but he felt
“My name is Y/N, I have a name so say it.” you said, snapping back to Heather. “And you’re right. I am his coworker. But I can have him anytime I want to. So, thank you. You gave me the strength to fight for the man I love, but I’m not going to, because I’ve realized there’s no competition. You can't compare to me. This is my man, together or not and he certainly doesn’t want you, maybe if you weren't so desperate Heather you'd know that. So go find your own man and don't touch mine. We’re leaving now. Goodbye.”
With that, you turned and walked away, Spencer following closely behind, still reeling from what just happened. You called him yours. You were actually jealous and to him you looked pretty hot. He was used to you being so nice and he's seen you angry during cases but this felt different. Spencer takes you hand as you go back to the booth where your friends were waiting. The moment they saw the two of you, a chorus of cheers erupted from the table, and you couldn’t help but laugh.
"Finally!" Garcia squealed, clapping her hands. Emily raised her glass, and even Morgan was grinning ear to ear.
"Looks like the mission was a success," Morgan teased, and Spencer just shook his head, smiling, as he held your hand a little tighter. The two of you didn't discuss your obvious feelings not while you were being teased. But you both knew at sometime in the future hopefully tomorrow you'd talk about it.
As you and Spencer left the bar that night, you insisted on driving him home. The night had been fun, but you felt like there were some things left unsaid—especially after the events at the bar. Spencer agreed, quietly watching you as you drove, his eyes curious but gentle, clearly wondering what was on your mind.
When you pulled up in front of his apartment, you turned off the engine but didn’t make any move to get out. Instead, you turned to face him, gathering your thoughts before speaking.
“I wanted to talk about what happened earlier,” you began, your voice a little hesitant. Spencer raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue.
“I know I kind of... jumped in with that girl, and I didn’t handle it the best way,” you admitted, glancing down at your hands on the steering wheel. “It’s just... I got jealous. I don’t usually get like that, but when I saw her flirting with you, I couldn’t help it. And I guess that’s because—well, because I have feelings for you, Spencer.” You took in a deep breath looking up at him, waiting for his reaction. Spencer’s eyes softened, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
“I figured that might’ve been why you did it,” he said, his voice gentle. “But... I should probably confess something too.” Your heartbeat quickened as you waited for him to continue.
“I was jealous too,” he admitted, his gaze dropping slightly. “Remember those two guys at the police station about a month ago? They wouldn’t stop flirting with you, and... I hated it. I didn’t know how to deal with it, because I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way about me, and I didn’t want to risk messing things up between us.”
You blinked in surprise. “You were jealous? Of them? They're not my type”
Spencer nodded. “Yeah. I mean, you’re funny, kind, smart, beautiful—why wouldn’t they flirt with you? But it drove me crazy. And then tonight... seeing you claim me like that at the bar... it was, uh... kind of hot, to be honest.”
Your cheeks warmed at his confession, and you laughed softly. “Kind of hot?”
Spencer smiled a little wider, his eyes brightening. “Okay, very hot,” he corrected. “But more than that, it just reminded me how much I care about you. I guess what I’m trying to say is... I’ve had feelings for you for a while. And after tonight... I think it’s pretty clear that I’m your man now, just like you said.”
Your heart fluttered at his words, and you felt a warmth spread through your chest. You couldn’t help but smile as you leaned closer, gently pressing your lips to his. The kiss was soft, sweet, and everything you had hoped it would be. When you finally pulled back, Spencer was grinning, a little dazed, as if the kiss had left him breathless.
“So... does that mean we’re officially a couple?” you asked, still smiling.
Spencer nodded, his eyes twinkling. “I’d say so.” The two of you hold hands and sit in silence as Spencer looks at your lips again.
"Can we kiss again?" Spencer asked, his voice soft and a little shy, making you chuckle.
“You don’t have to ask, Spence. Just do it.”
Without hesitation, Spencer leaned in, and the two of you started kissing again. This time, it was deeper, more passionate. His hand rested gently on the back of your neck, and you found yourself pulling him closer, your fingers running through his hair, tugging lightly as the kiss became more intense.
Spencer responded eagerly, his other hand settling on your waist as you melted into each other. The air in the car felt warmer, filled with the heat of the moment. His lips moved against yours with a newfound confidence, and you could feel the electricity between you, making your heart race faster.
As you both paused for a breath, his forehead resting against yours, Spencer smiled, his breath a little ragged. "You know," he whispered, "this might be the best night of my life."
You laughed softly, still catching your own breath. "Well, it's not over yet."
Spencer's eyes sparkled at that, and before he could say anything else, you pulled him back in for another kiss, losing yourselves in each other all over again.
When you finally needed to cool down you leaned back in your seat, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a moment, just enjoying the shared understanding between you.
Then, Spencer’s smile turned teasing. “You know, I kind of like jealous Y/N. It’s a new side of you.”
You rolled your eyes playfully. “Oh, shut up. I wasn’t that jealous.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “You totally were. You didn’t even let me answer her when she asked if I was free tomorrow.”
“Okay, fine, maybe I was jealous,” you admitted, laughing. “But only because you’re mine now.”
Spencer’s smile softened at that, and he reached over to take your hand, intertwining your fingers. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
You both sat there for a little longer, basking in the comfort of your new relationship. It felt right—like everything had finally fallen into place. And as you sat there holding hands, you knew that this was just the beginning of something special between you and Spencer.
Monday morning, you and Spencer walked into the BAU together, and Garcia was waiting at her desk with an eager smile. "So... how was the date yesterday?" she asked, practically buzzing with excitement.
“It was great,” you answered, though you couldn’t help but smile when Spencer, standing beside you, started launching into the specifics. “We went to the museum, grabbed dinner, and—”
You gave him a playful nudge. “Spence, she doesn’t need to know everything.”
“Oh, but I do!” Garcia’s eyes gleamed. “This is exciting! You two are finally together.”
As Spencer talked, you felt a strange mix of pride and awkwardness. Being at work with Spencer now that you were officially dating felt... different. You weren’t used to having your relationship on display for everyone, and it was obvious that the team was already tuned in to every detail.
J.J walked in, noticing Garcia's unusually happy mood. "What’s going on with you today, Garcia?"
Before Garcia could answer, Emily and Morgan jumped in. "Oh, you don’t know? Y/N and Reid are finally a couple," Emily said with a grin.
J.J’s eyes widened. "Wait, what? How did that happen?"
You overheard the conversation and turned toward them, about to say something when Garcia started recounting the story of how jealous you had gotten at the bar.
"It wasn’t like that—" you began, but Spencer, with a teasing grin, added fuel to the fire.
"You wouldn’t even let me speak to that girl when she asked if I was free!" he teased, nudging you lightly.
You groaned, rolling your eyes. "I told you I was sorry the other night," you muttered, feeling your face flush with embarrassment.
"Oh my God, you two are really a couple now!" J.J laughed.
“Who’s a couple?” Rossi’s voice suddenly chimed in as he entered the bullpen.
“Y/N and our pretty boy,” Morgan answered with a proud smile.
Rossi chuckled, nodding in approval. "Well, it’s about time! How did this happen?"
Spencer, now getting into it, started explaining the events at the bar to Rossi and J.J—how you got jealous when the blonde woman was flirting with him, how you interrupted, and how you eventually claimed him as "your man." The others listened with wide eyes and amused smiles.
“And then Y/N called Reid ‘her man,’” Morgan added, laughing. “From there, it was all over.”
You were starting to feel more and more self-conscious as they recounted the whole night. You tried to defend yourself, your voice growing softer. "It’s not like that... I just... I mean, it wasn’t planned or anything, it just happened."
Spencer, sensing your discomfort, gently took your hand again. "There’s no need to be shy," he said with that soft, reassuring tone that always put you at ease.
Emily smirked, raising an eyebrow. “I know, right? Now she gets so shy about it, but the other night she was ready to throw down at the bar!” The whole team burst into laughter, making you even more flustered.
Feeling like you needed a break from the teasing, you gently let go of Spencer’s hand. “I’m going to the conference room. We’ve got a case to focus on,” you said, retreating to the room where the briefing would take place.
As you left, Spencer continued filling J.J and Rossi in on the rest of your date, telling them how sweet and simple it was—just dinner and a movie, but it was perfect.
A few minutes later, you called out from the conference room, “Guys, Hotch wants us all in here.”
They all looked at you, still grinning and throwing teasing looks your way as they made their way to the room. Despite the light-hearted teasing, you couldn’t help but smile. Your relationship was out in the open now, and it felt good, even if it was a little overwhelming at first. But there was no time to dwell on that now—there was another case to solve, and the team quickly shifted into work mode as the briefing began.
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