#but I'm feeling very uninspired dbfsbdbs

[easy-there-leftovers]

hey! I was wondering if maybe you can do a Spencer Reid imagine where he is your best friend and you came home with a bloody nose or something due to a fight? You try to avoid him but maybe you pass out from pain or something? Super cute and fluffy

Didn't end up quite doing the ignoring part-- but we shall prevail!!

"What happened to you?" He was immediately by your side, but you elected to make a beeline to your kitchen sink and wash the blood off of your face.

Spencer loved Friday nights.

Studies have shown that people tend to be happier on the weekends, with its effect especially pronounced on Friday nights. Due to the day signifying the end of an average 9-5 work routine, people instinctively look forward to the rest and relaxation they can obtain once they enter their homes.

But Spencer loved it because that's when he got to spend time with you.

The both of you had agreed to set Friday as your weekly allotted "de-stress night" where the two of you would decide, based on a list of shared interests, what stimulating activity you would indulge in. (Though when his co-workers heard about this, they said it was boring and that there was no way it wasn't a euphemism for something else.)

This Friday was supposed to be an Italian Neorealism movie night where you would watch the classics.

He never anticipated you would come back looking like you were from one of the classics.

Much less laughing at him with a weird voice.

"I'm fine, doctor! Terribly sorry you had to see that."

That was definitely doing nothing to comfort him.

"Well-- I'm not fine!"

He went to grab some ice from your fridge and folded it into his handkerchief. Moving around your apartment like he owned the place, before bringing you to look at him and placing the makeshift ice pack on to your nose.

You were completely out of it. Barely even comprehending it was Spencer in front of you if it weren't for his telltale messy curls and soothing scent.

You giggled and nuzzled into his hand that was trying to keep your head upright. Looking up at him as you did.

"Oh my beautiful companion, you should've seen the other guy."

He feels his face flushes under your affection but shakes it away as he continues to fuss over you.

"How about we go sit down?"

He leads you to your couch carefully. Sitting down first and allowing you to use his body as support while you try to hold the cold pouch onto your face.

When it's your turn to sit however, you opt to instead lay your head on his awaiting lap. Deeming it more comfortable in your current state.

There's a lot of loaded emotions in his sigh, but he makes no move to push you off of him. Used to having this much contact with you.

Though usually not under these pretenses.

When he tries to ask about what happened again, you turn to look at him with a sincere expression.

"You know that I love you, right?" He nods, but not without feeling that pinch in his heart.

"You're my best friend and I would do anything for you. Which is why I didn't like it when my friends were saying mean things about you."

Now that, is unsurprising.

He had met a few of your friends before as he practically lived in your space, but he knew they were just trying to be polite. It was obvious they didn't like him.

In a way, it shouldn't have mattered. He wasn't the one who hung out with them, so who cared about what they said?

But you did. And if they didn't like him, it was only a matter of time before you had to choose if it was them and him. And he didn't want you to have to do that.

Then again, part of the reason was because he was dreading your answer.

He stares at your reflection in the TV and urges you to continue.

"To be fair, I think I was just looking for an excuse to pummel them. They were always my least favorite." You laugh out.

They never liked Spencer. Always going on and on about how he was boring, or how he was annoyingly awkward, or how he only ever got in the way when they wanted to hand out with you.

You feel your best friend card his fingers through your hair as you rant. Your thought and words becoming increasingly more coherent as he does.

"So I punched them."

Spencer sighs out your name, but you interrupt him.

"I know what you're going to say. That it's a stupid reason, or that there is no reason to ever resort to violence, but that's how I reacted, okay? I was just really mad and disappointed."

You move the ice pack a little higher on your face when you feel your hold slipping.

"We're probably never going to be friends again, but I don't care." He shakes his head at that.

"You can't just break off those kinds of relationships, you know?" He didn't want you to lose friends just because you felt bad about him.

He knew more than anyone what it was like to be alone. To not have anyone he could rely on.

He didn't want you to feel that way just because of him.

"Oh, but I can. In fact, I don't care what nasty things they have to say about me, but I will not allow them to rag on you."

The hand in your hair stills.

"Rationally speaking, they're right. It can't be all that fun being stuck with me."

You give him a comforting squeeze on his leg because that was all you could reach and look up at his profile.

"You're important to me, Spencer."

He finally looks down at you and sees you already looking at him. Eyes so full of care and wonder that it makes his heart hurt.

You then reached for his hand to rest in yours.

"And if losing a few friends means that I can keep you being yours? Then it can just be us two. Against the world."

He gives you a heartfelt smile as he nods. Squeezing the weakening hand in his as he does.

At the sight of your eyes starting to droop, he carefully takes the ice pack out of your other hand and puts it on your coffee table.

Moving down your sofa a little bit to make the two of you more comfortable.

While this wasn't how you agreed to spend your night, it didn't matter because he got to spend it with you.

Maybe there was another reason he loved Fridays.