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hi! i have an idea ive been thinking about for a while. spencer and the team (plus reader) are at a bar and reader goes off to get a drink/dance/talk to someone and either a girl or a group of girls come up to spencer and start flirting with him. the first thing she/they ask ofc is "do you have a girlfriend?" and spencer (not realizing they are flirting) is like yes!!! her name is _____ and she is amazing and i love her so much.... and he goes on like a 20 minute rant about reader. reader finally finds him talking to these girls/girl and has to recuse them/her from his ranting about herself and explain what they actually meant.
sorry that was a lot but i wanted to make sure understood what i was envisioning. thank you so much!!!
âSpence, please!â
Spencer kept pulling you closer as he tried to nuzzle his way into your neck and leave a few kisses behind your ear. He wasnât one for PDA, but after a few shots he was puddy in your hands and everyone had to witness what a mess you made of him in this state.
âI just wanna be close to you,â you could feel him pout as his lips were pressed against your neck, his thumbs rubbing over your waist.
âLooks like youâre not getting out of here anytime soon, huh pretty girl?â
Derek chuckled as he took pleasure seeing his younger brother of a coworker finally have a girlfriend, especially with how clingy he was being at the moment. It was as if Spencer would follow you if you were to leave for only a minute, which he had done approximately half an hour ago when you excused yourself to go to the bathroom and somehow he still had enough brainpower to talk about how hand-dryers could actually spread more germs and not remove them. Heâd even taken it upon himself to take some paper towels and dry your hands for you, making sure to even dry the spaces between your fingers.
You had had only one drink and you were not going home unless you had a second one. Spencer had already downed three in that time, and looking at the state that he was in, it was obvious that he wasnât going to get served any more tonight.
âSpence, I'm going to get a quick drink, okay? Stay here.â
Prying his hands off of you, you quickly slipped out of Spencerâs grasp before he managed to put his hands on your waist again.
A few minutes later, Penelope pulls Derek to the dance floor while Emily comes across an old friend and excuses herself to have a word with her, leaving Spencer all by himself at the booth, his tongue sticking out from the side of his mouth while fidgeting with his fingers. He was too deep in thought that he didnât notice a group of girls come over and sit next to him, their intentions clearly not innocent.
âHi! Youâre here all alone?â
âOh, Iâm not! Iâm here with my girlfriend and team mates!â
âI donât see any girlfriend around.â
âShe went to get a drink. Oh, she loves an aperol spritz, sheâs got great taste, in general not just in drinks.â
The girls watched in amazement as Spencer kept talking about every small thing he could come up with about you, from your favorite color and the psychological meaning behind it to your Myers Briggs personality type and how youâre both compatible.
As the endless line at the bar finally came to an end and you managed to get your drink, walking back to the teamâs spot you noticed the unfamiliar girls surrounding Spencer and your stomach churned in nerves. The closer you got however you noticed their bored and confused faces and thatâs all you needed to know that Spencer had most probably pulled his book smarts out on them and left them speechless.
âOh and this one time- Y/N, youâre back!â
Spencer pulled you in for a hug, nearly knocking the drink out of your hands. Managing to put it down on the table, you rested your hand on his back as you turned your attention to the strangers, them clearly on the edges of their seats and ready to bolt at any moment.
âWeâre gonna go, nice to meet you both.â
Your eyes followed them as they quickly got up and made their way to the other side of the bar, even from a distance you could see the red hue on their cheeks, embarrassment written all over their faces.
âSpence, what did they want?â
âThey came over and asked if I had a girlfriend.â
âThatâs it?â
Spencer nodded as he nuzzled into your stomach, âAnd I talked about how great you are and how Iâm going to marry you one day.â
Laughter erupted from your mouth as you heard the answer, also because of Spencerâs fingers practically digging into your sides that it was tickling you.
âSweetie, I donât think thatâs what they meant by that.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âUsually when someone asks âDo you have a girlfriend/boyfriend?â, itâs their way of asking âAre you single?â
Spencer blinked his eyes, your words not yet registering in his head.
âThey were flirting with you.â
âOh⊠really?â
Nodding along, the conversation was put on halt as everyone made their way back to the table.
âYou guys had to leave him alone, huh?â
âWhy? What happened?â
âSome girls came up to Spencer and tried to hit on him.â
âOh, pretty boyâs got game now, huh?â
The team chuckled, but Spencer kept burrowing his head more into your embrace. It was clear that no matter how many girls tried their luck with him it would inevitably fail, as you were his home that he would come back to every time.
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hotel room revelations || Spencer Reid
pairing â Spencer Reid x Reader
summary â While on a case, you have to not only share a hotel room but also a bed with the BAU's resident genius Spencer Reid whom you have had a crush on since he first joined the FBI. When you wake up during the night with his arms wrapped around you, previously hidden feelings come to light and you realize that your unrequited feelings for him might not be so unrequited after all.
warnings â sharing a bed, love confessions, early seasons!Spencer, insecure!Spencer, misunderstandings, friends to lovers, reader is part of the BAU, no descriptions or pronouns used for the reader, no y/n used
authorâs note â I love the "there was only one bed" trope so of course I had to write it with my beloved genius. I'm so happy to finally finish another fic again so let me know what you think about it! <3 (forgot to post this fic and now my cm obsession fizzled out, oops. But I know it will come back to haunt me sooner or later)
word count â 5.2k
When you wake up in the middle of the night, youâre not too happy about it and not sure who or what to blame for it.
You grumble your dissatisfaction without opening your eyes and the warm body behind you freezes.
Now youâre a little confused and you try to fight off the urge to just drift off again so you can actually form a coherent thought because you donât remember going to sleep with someone else by your side last night. But thinking is still a little difficult when youâre half-asleep and it takes you an embarrassingly long time to even remember if youâre in your own bedroom right now or in another state in some sort of hotel room because of work, so your memory is not the most reliable source of help at the moment.
The someone behind you still holding you in their arms seems to get a little impatient and tries to slowly move away from you again but you donât let them, instinctively grabbing their hand that is resting softly against your stomach and interlacing your fingers with theirs to keep it there. You hear a startled little sound close to your ear and feel the someone behind you going rigid, even holding their breath in surprise. Feeling bad about spooking your bedmate so suddenly, you apologize by soothingly stroking up and down their arm that is draped over your waist before going back to holding their hand. You donât want them to let go of you even though youâre still not quite sure who exactly they actually areâbut youâre still working on that.
What you do know, however, is that theyâre warm and holding you in a gentle embrace and that you feel very safe and secure in their arms. And that you donât want it to end.
You smile to yourself in satisfaction when you feel the someone gradually relaxing against you once more and you can finally pick up that derailed train of thought of yours to figure out where you are and why youâre not alone in bed.
But thatâs when the someone behind you decides to speak up and solve the mystery at last.
âI⊠Iâm really sorry, but I have to move. My armâs completely fallen asleepâŠâ
Oh. Thatâs right.
His voice is quiet, timid even and still laced with sleep, and suddenly youâre feeling a lot more awake than just moments before, your heart immediately picking up speed as you remember how you and Spencer ended up in the same bed together.
Youâre currently in a little hotel room in a city halfway across the country because of a case JJ had presented you the day before. Five bodies with a sixth person still missing and the local police had decided to ask for the BAUâs help to stop whoever is responsible for these crimes. Spencer and you started to work on the geographical profile while the rest of the team drove to the scenes of crime and talked to the victimsâ families. After working until the middle of the night but without making any considerable progress anymore, Hotch decided it was time to go to the hotel, rest, and return to the case after a good nightâs sleep.
The hotel was pretty booked already when you boarded the jet so when you arrived at last in the lobby, exhaustion already weighing heavy on your shoulders and your eyelids dangerously heavy, the team was told they had to share rooms and even ended up with a room with a double bed instead of two single ones.
When JJ first announced this little circumstance at first, you really couldnât care less. Somehow, your tired brain didnât really consider that you would be one of the people staying in the room with a double bed and much less who would be the other person with you. But when Morgan sauntered over to you, letting the key ring spin around his finger, a wicked gleam in his eyes, you knew nothing good would come of it.
With a smirk he pressed the keys into your hand and announced that you and Spencer would be the lucky pair to share the room with the double bed, giving you a wink that made you want to kill him just a little bit. Morgan knows very well about your little, not all that serious crush on your coworker and makes a point to tease you about it whenever he can, which, unfortunately for you, is very often. Your only consolation is that Spencer is too oblivious to pick up on it even though Derek makes sure everyone and their mother knows how you feel about the young doctor. He obviously claims itâs only because heâs playing cupid and canât stand the two of you dancing around each other for eternity, but you know for a fact that heâs obviously doing it for his own entertainment as well. Besides, playing cupid only gets you so far when only one person has feelings for the other oneâwhich youâre painfully aware is the case for you and Spencer.
With an especially dirty eyeroll you grabbed the keys and turned to look at Spencer who gave you one of his signature tight-lipped awkward smiles. He didnât look very happy at the prospect of having to share not only a room but also a bed with you and you tried your hardest not to take it personally. You know Spencer values his personal space so having to spend this and the following nights with another person next to him is nothing to look forward to for himâeven if itâs with a good friend.
You masked your disappointment and bruised feelings with a small smile of your own and led the way toward the elevators at the end of the hotel lobby, pointedly ignoring Morganâs teasing voice telling you to have a good night. You silently swore to yourself that you would get back at him for all of this when the case was solved and over, but right now you were more worried about surviving the next few nights of having Spencer so close to you yet completely out of your reach.
Dealing with your unrequited feelings for the young doctor on a daily basis wasnât always easy for you but you contended yourself with being his coworker and friend even though it hurt more than you cared to admit. In the beginning, you hoped that your feelings would go away if you just ignored themâafter all, it was just a stupid little crush on your adorable and dorky new coworker. But as time went on, and you were still plagued by an eruption of butterflies in your stomach whenever Spencer smiled at you, or accidentally brushed your hand with his when handing you a pen or a cup of coffee, or just stood near you for an extended period of time, you had to admit to yourself that your feelings for him were far more serious than you anticipated at first. The thought of just confessing to Spencer had crossed your mind a lot at this point, to get it off your chest, but the possibility of him rejecting you and losing one of your best friends in the process scared you too much to actually go through with it.
And before you knew it Spencer went on a date with JJ and made out with a gorgeous blonde actress in her pool and flirted with pretty barkeepers, and that was proof enough for you that keeping your feelings to yourself was the right course of action which didnât mean it saved you from heartbreak or feeling sorry for yourself.
You started to distract yourself with alcohol and attractive strangers between cases, collecting fleeting memories with partners who never really helped you forget the one person who was always on your mind and in your heart. You went on like this until you could hardly look at yourself in the mirror anymore, feeling disgusted and ashamed of yourself, knowing that it would only get worse but still not stopping, telling yourself it was the price you had to pay for not having to spend the nights all by yourself. It was until you drunkenly stumbled into the apartment of yet another stranger, hurriedly opening buttons and zippers, carelessly tossing clothes to the floor, giggling when the strangerâs lips connected to yours despite feeling sick to your stomach. You saw it only when the stranger moved to press open-mouthed kisses to your neck; a photo of the strangerâs family, beautiful children and an adoring partner smiling brightly for the camera, and you wondered if you would ignore this too now that you have seen it, like you ignored the noticeable mark on the strangerâs finger where a wedding ring was clearly missing.
You felt faint when you pushed against the strangerâs shoulders, almost falling over your own two feet leaving the apartment only to find yourself in a part of town you were completely unfamiliar with in the middle of the night. Not knowing what else to do, you called Morgan who picked you up sitting on the curb, looking and feeling pathetic with tearstains on your face. He simply raised his eyebrows at you and wordlessly helped you into his car before driving back to his place. There, he gently wrapped you up in a blanket and cuddled with you on his old sofa for the entire length of three feel-good chick flicks all while alternating between handing you spoons of ice cream and tissues to dry your tears, listening to you in the early hours of the morning spilling your guts to him.
Thankfully, he never talked to you about that night again and you were grateful for it; otherwise, you would probably die on the spot from all the shame and embarrassment it would trigger in you. You had still apologized for inconveniencing him like this, staring at his shoes while stumbling over your words, fingernails biting into the palm of your hands. But Derek acted like he didnât know what you were talking about, flashing you one of his defeating handsome smiles and you knew that all was good between you two, he was still your friend and didnât think any less of you, so you pulled him down to press a grateful kiss to his cheek.
It didnât however save you from Derek wiggling his eyebrows at you whenever Spencer and you sat pressed shoulder to shoulder absorbed in case files or when the two of you would share headphones on the jet while returning home. You are used to it by now, simply sticking your tongue out at him or giving him the finger when Hotch and JJ arenât looking, earning a good-natured laugh from Derek and a confused glance from Spencer, who, to your relief, never quite understands what the constant teasing between you and the older agent is about.
So yes, after seeking pointless comfort with strangers until the point you almost didnât recognize yourself anymore, you now are at a point where you would say that generally, you are just fine with knowing that Spencer would never see you as anything other than a good friend and coworker.
But after an exhausting day working on a grueling case, having made close to zero progress on it, and having to share a hotel room and a bed with Spencer only to wake up to him holding you in his arms, you really wish the universe would give you a break one of these days so you could take the time to get over your feelings for your genius friend once and for all.
You sigh quietly, willing your racing heart and those malicious butterflies in your stomach to calm down before letting go of Spencerâs hand, trying your best to ignore the pang of disappointment. The feeling only worsens when Spencer moves away from you, carefully putting some distance between yourself and him, taking all his warmth with him and you canât help but to curl into yourself at that.
You feel him settle on the other side of the bed, already missing his touch even as fleeting as it was, feeling wide awake and wondering how you will ever fall asleep again tonight after thatâand the nights still to come.
âIâm so sorry for ambushing you like that,â Spencerâs quiet voice cuts through the silence of the room, his bashfulness palpable with every word. âI didnât mean to make you uncomfortable.â
âYou didnât, Spence. Donât worry.â Quite the opposite, but you keep that thought to yourself, opting for lightening the mood instead. âYou didnât make me uncomfortable. I mean, I had to share a bed with Emily before and I woke up to her having me in a chokehold so I prefer having you as my bedmate by a mile.â
Youâre blessed with a little laugh from Spencer, your body relaxing against the unfamiliar mattress but still missing his closeness from before. You feel him shift on his side of the bed and canât help but wonder if he too was more comfortable with holding you in his arms. But you quickly dismiss this silly thought of yours, knowing that indulging in false hopes and wishful thinking doesnât save you from the reality that Spencer just doesnât feel the same way as you.
âBut Iâm serious. You didnât make me uncomfortable,â you reiterate after a moment of silence between the two of you, slowly turning around for a more comfortable position which isnât in the slightest related to the fact that like this you are facing Spencer now. You canât really make out his features in the darkness of the hotel room but maybe itâs for the best. Otherwise, you probably would give into the temptation of reaching out and brushing a few unruly curls of his behind his ear, your fingers softly lingering on his face just a tad too long.
âThatâsâIâm gladâŠâ His voice is quiet, almost distant, and you wonder if heâs already drifting off to sleep again. You couldnât blame him for that. The day the two of you had was long and wearying, coming into work just to be presented with gruesome pictures from various crime scenes, discussing the UnSubâs profile and MO while being on the jet before being introduced to police officers and grieving family members alike, getting to work without a single break on your mind. If it wasnât for these inconvenient feelings of yours that caused your heart rate to resemble that of someone who just ran a mile, you would probably feel as exhausted as Spencer is. But in your case, sleep is currently not really something you can think about when all you want is to curl up in his arms like before, feeling warm and safe and happy until the harsh reality of the next morning catches up with you again.
âStill, Iâm sorry,â Spencer then whispers into the darkness, your name leaving his lips in a soft sigh, and you frown. Thereâs really nothing he has to apologize for and you want to tell him as much, but heâs faster than you, his words coming out in a self-conscious rush.
âIâm sorry that you are stuck here with me. I know youâd prefer being with Morgan instead and Iâm sorry that heâs being such an idiot about all of this.â
Now you really donât know what heâs talking about. What does Derek have to do with anything? But Spencer doesnât let you voice your thoughts, only to confuse you even more.
âI-I know you like Morgan so you were probably hoping that he would just assign this room to himself and you, and I really donât get why heâs so set on acting like he doesnât have feelings for you as well. I get heâs not really someone who does relationships but heâs lucky that someone special like you is in love with him soââ
âSpencer, stopââ you suddenly interrupt this agitated rambling of his, trying to wrap your head around the fact that heâs somehow convinced you have feelings for your fellow agent. âWha-What are you talking about? Iâm not in love with Derek Morgan. Weâre friends, but thatâs really all there is to it. What on earth makes you think that I like him like that?â
You push yourself up on your elbow in your bewilderment, the sheet that covers you and Spencer falling from your shoulders in the process. You quickly turn around, turning on the light by your bedside, not believing what nonsense you just heard. Dumbfounded, you look at the genius lying beside you, his expression confused and apologetic in return.
âIâmâsorry?â he starts while sitting up slightly so the two of you are at eye level, his voice hesitant and uncertain. âI just thought⊠The two of you are always together, even outside of work, on the weekends. And you have all these little private jokes with Morgan and conversations that always stop whenever someone else gets closer. And he always makes you laugh and flustered, so I just figuredâyou know, that you like him more than just a friend or a coworker.â
He takes a deep breath and looks away, his fingers fiddling with the hem of the stiff hotel sheet while you can only stare at him open-mouthed.
âAnd I figured that heâs an idiot for not realizing that heâs the luckiest man on earth to have your heart.â
The silence in the dim hotel room stretches on while Spencer pointedly avoids meeting your eyes and you continue to stare at him, your mind still trying to process that he is convinced about your feelings for Morgan when your heart only belonged to Spencer for a long time now, when you wish for nothing but to wake up in his arms like you just did every day for the rest of your life.
You reach for him and grab his face, holding him in place when heâs startled by your sudden action and the intense eye contact, his eyes widening in confusion and shock but you donât care. You canât. Thereâs a sudden need in you for him to understand how wrong he is about your alleged feelings for Morgan, to make him see the truth that was always right in front of him.
So you resolutely look into his eyes, ignoring the subtle trembling of your fingers against his soft skin and the ringing of your own heartbeat in your ears. Youâve experienced explosions going off right next to you, youâve cornered armed serial killers and ran into possibly lethal situations without a second thought, but somehow youâve never been as fucking sacred as you are right now. You could ruin everything you have with Spencer with what you are about to say, but you canât keep it in any longer. You need him to know how you feel about him, how youâve felt about him for so long now.
âSpencer Reid, you listen to me. I am not in love with Derek Morgan, I never was and I never will be. I canât believe youâd think that when Iâve been pining for you for literal years now! Itâs always been you, I need you to know that. From the moment I saw you standing next to Gideon with that stupidly adorable sweater and that awkward smile of yours, I knew I was done for. So I never want to hear you say that I have feelings for Morgan when Iâm in love with you!â
Your voice is shaking throughout your little speech, but you make it to the end, intently staring into Spencerâs eyes who looks back at you with such a stupidly shocked expression that you wouldâve laughed at him if not for your heart beating so wildly against your ribcage that it physically hurt.
The silence that follows your confession is oppressive and all-consuming, and you let go of Spencerâs face so he doesnât fall victim to your nervous urge to sink your fingernails into something. Instead, they bite into the skin of your forearms as you hug your midsection, watching the young genius open and close his mouth multiple times without making a sound, his eyes blinking rapidly.
Dejectedly, you nod to yourself, already putting together a list of romantic comedies in your mind Morgan will have to endure together with you while you pathetically sob into his shoulder, tissues and ice cream keeping you company on your little coffee table in front of the TV.
You didnât really expect it to end any differently, but it still hurt more than you anticipated. Your eyes begin to sting and you close them, stubbornly fighting the urge to cry. You have enough time for that later, preferably when youâre not sharing a room with Spencer anymore and the case is over, so you take a couple of deep breaths to calm yourself before opening your eyes again.
Spencer is still looking at you with wide eyes, a noticeable blush adorning his cheeks. Any other time you would find this discovery incredibly endearing, but right now, with your heart in pieces and dangerously close to crying, it only reminds you that you canât take your words back, that now he knows how you feel about him and that your relationship with him will never be the same again, even if the two of you stay friends.
You manage a meek smile that Spencer doesnât return, and you wonder if his silent reaction to what you revealed to him could be a blessing in disguise after all. You want him to say something, anything, to you but at the same time you donât know how well you and your bruised heart would handle hearing him say that he doesnât feel the same way about you out loud.
What you do know is that you canât stay here any longer, you need to get out of this room, out of this situation, now.
With one last look at Spencer, you avert your eyes, your voice quiet, tinged with regret.
âIâm sorry,â you whisper before sitting on the edge of the bed, your back now to him, only tilting your head back to speak in his direction. âIâll ask the others if I can stay in one of their rooms for the night.â
You move to stand up and thatâs what snaps Spencer out of his daze at last, hurriedly reaching for you before you can get up, much less process what is happening, one of his large hands on your arm while the other is cupping your jaw tenderly, almost hesitantly. The kiss he pulls you into then is the opposite of that. Itâs urgent and desperate and completely steals your breath away, your heart leaping into your throat and your stomach lurching in confused delight. Still, it takes you a moment to kiss him back, entirely too overwhelmed to react, but when you do itâs just as urgent, just as desperate. Your teeth clank together slightly but you ignore it in favor of meeting Spencerâs tongue with your own, your head beginning to spin. Youâre not sure if itâs from the kiss or the lack of oxygen but you really canât care less about that at the moment, especially not when you swallow the appreciative groan that falls from Spencerâs lips as one of your hands finds its way into his curls and pulls not all too gently on them.
The kiss only breaks when youâre certain the two of you are running out of air completely but still Spencer whines quietly at the sudden loss of contact, following your lips until the hand in his hair tugs him back. You placate him with a quick peck to his nose before concentrating on calming your heavy breathing and frantically beating heart, your forehead softly resting against his.
You donât protest when Spencer starts to pull you closer to him, letting him wrap his arms around you and guide you to settle in his lap, your head now resting on his shoulder, humming in contentment at the kiss he presses to the top of your head. You donât say anything for a while, having no need for words, not when you feel Spencerâs heart mirror the rhythm of yours as you place your hand on his chest.
You look up at him when he covers your hand with his own and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand that makes your skin tingle pleasantly. His eyes swim with emotions but he doesnât look away as you try to decipher all of them even though his blush reaches from the tip of his ears to somewhere underneath the soft shirt he wears. Your fingers itch to pull the collar of the shirt down a little, just to see how far that blush really goes when he quietly clears his throat, the bright smile on his pretty lips faltering slightly.
âIâm sorry forâfor not saying anything just now. I couldnâtâI wasnât sure you really meant what you said, I just couldnât believe it wasnât some sort of joke.â
You shift in his embrace, ready to repeat what you have said, to express what you feel for him until he is sick of hearing your voice, but before you can even open your mouth, he quickly steals a kiss from you, and then another one, effectively shutting you up and looking quite proud of himself too when he meets your eyes again. So you have no choice but to let him finish what he has to say like you always do, always giving him time to collect his thoughts and listening to him when he is ready to share them with you.
âBut I know you would never lie to me, especially not about something like this and only then did I realize we couldâve been doing this years ago if I hadnât been such an idiot and too blind to see what was in front of me all along becauseâbecause Iâve been in love with you for a long time now too.â
The smile that spreads on your face is so big it hurts your cheeks, radiant enough to challenge the whole sun and you have to twist your fingers into the front of Spencerâs shirt to pull him down to you so you can feel his lips on yours again. Theyâre soft and warm and real and when you part again the laugh that bubbles past his is like music to your ears, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.
You lean further into him and his arms around you tighten in response, enjoying the comfortable silence in this unfamiliar hotel room for a little while longer before gently speaking up again.
âYouâre not an idiot Spencer. How could you have known when Iâve always been too scared to say anything? But now I did and weâve finally found each other, and from now on we can make up for lost time. What do you say, my pretty boy?â
The adoration shining clearly in his brown eyes tells you everything you need to know and you move in to kiss him once more, preferably without ever stopping again, but suddenly Spencer tenses against you, making you look up at him with a quizzical look.
You canât stop the little groan that escapes you at his next words.
âYou and Morganâdid you really neverâ?â
As your genius worries his bottom lip between his teeth you really wish Morgan would finally stop being a part of your conversation.
âIâI believe what youâve said, that you donât have feelings for him,â Spencer continues, âbut Iâd understand if at some point, you knowâbecause the way you are around each otherâ"
âSpencer. Letâs not do this again,â you have to interrupt a second time this night, but not unkindly. âYes, even though I have feelings for you I have slept with other people, but it never meant anything to meâin fact, it just made me feel so, so horrible. And when it comes to Morganâhe and I are friends and that is all there is to it. Itâs true I spend a lot of time with him, that we have a lot of little inside jokes and private conversations just for our ears, but do you want to know what the one common factor is with all of these things? Itâs you, Spence.â
You emphasize your words with a kiss to his jaw, easing the tentative look he gives you by gently running your fingers through his soft hair.
âMost of the time I spent with Derek was just me whining about how much I wish you were mine and how unfair it is how adorable you look whatever you do and how smart and kind and pretty you are, and that you probably tried to kill me when you wore your glasses to work every day for some time. Itâs honestly a miracle Morgan didnât also develop a crush on you by sheer proximity to me, like through osmosis. He had to listen to me for years pining about you so he gets back at me for it by teasing me relentlessly about you, so Iâll have you know that all of our funny little private jokes are actually at my expense. My point is, even if Morgan wouldâve wanted to start something with meâwhich he never did by the wayâ, he, and those other people too, never stood a chance because I only ever had eyes for you, Spence.â
âOh.â
Spencer shakes his head in disbelief but heâs grinning like a fool with his cheeks and ears painted cherry red. Heâs quick to hide his face in your hair, too overwhelmed by the sincerity in your voice and you think that now your genius finally, finally understands. But still, you would continue to reassure him about your feelings if his insecurities should get the better of him again, understanding that he doesnât doubt you but that the voice in his head sometimes isnât the kindest to him and that everything about this is very new to him. Â
You close your eyes, your head resting comfortably against his shoulder until youâre on the brink of falling asleep, the comfortable and content silence of the hotel room and the steady rise and fall of Spencerâs chest steadily lulling you to sleep. After the long day youâve had and the excitement of this night, exhaustion has now caught up with you and if the big yawn that escapes Spencer is any indication, he is feeling its effect as well.
Youâre vaguely aware of Spencer reaching over to turn off the bedside lamp before moving the both of you to lay down together, shifting and coordinating limbs until youâre both comfortable with him holding you in his arms, his hand resting softly on your stomach and your fingers interlacing with his.
You smile to yourself, knowing that from now on youâll have the privilege of falling asleep like this every nightâin the arms of your beloved genius.
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Weirdest Place
Spencer Reid x gen neutral!reader
Summary: The team finds out you and Spencer have been dating during a night out.
WC: 1.1k
A/N: this is yet another fic based on an episode of friends, specifically a scene from the blackout episode but i added a fun twist lol
Tags: conversations about sex but not smut, established relationship between r & reid, consumption of alcohol
After the team was finished at the BAU they all went out to a local bar for drinks. As the night went on JJ and Hotch left to be at home with their kids. With their boss gone and the tipsiness from their drinks, the topic of conversation got more and more inappropriate.
âA boat?â Rossi asked
âYes,â Derek confirmed
âA boat?â Emily spoke this time.
âWhy donât you believe me?â Derek asked, slightly offended.
Emily raised her hands in defense, âItâs not that we donât believe you.â
âIt just seemed like your weirdest place would be a bit more adventurous based on how you brought it up,â Rossi voiced.
Derek furrowed his eyebrows, âand a boat isnât adventurous?â
âNo it is,â Penelope chuckled before reaching for her drink. Of course, sheâd already heard about Derekâs nautical escapades.
Derek directed his attention back to Emily, âAnd what about you? Whatâs your weirdest place?â
She leaned back in her seat with a tinge of embarrassment she tried to hide with smugness. âThatâs classified,â
Rossi and Derek cringed at Emilyâs diversion.
âOh god,â Rossi chuckled before taking a sip of his drink.
âDo I even wanna know?â Derek asked half joking.
Emily shrugged instead of answering. Derek decided he was better off not pushing Emily to share her story. He then brought his attention to the man across from him.
âWhat about you, pretty boy?â
Spencerâs head darted to him with raised eyebrows. âMe?â
âYou got a weirdest place?â
âI- um.â
His ears started to turn a shade of crimson and he stuttered on his words, or lack thereof since he was caught off guard.
âItâs probably like a library or something,â Rossi jokes, earning a bright laugh from Derek.
Penelope set her drink down, âdonât make him say it if he doesnât- â
âActually it was.â
Everyone froze and turned to Spencer.
Emily was the first to speak, âWhat?â
Spencer shifted in his seat while the courage he had before started to dwindle. His face was now officially turning red.
âMe and um- someone were at the library because I was showing her itâs Edgar Allen Poe collection. Then at some point we ended up in ⊠um the second floor bathroom.â
âOh my god,â Penelope giggled before placing her hand on her mouth in shock.
âI canât believe I was right,â Rossi commented.
âI canât believe Spencer Reid was getting freaky in a library,â Derek said with a humorous grin.
âShut up,â Spencer squeaked in a high pitched voice.
He hoped the topic of conversation would quickly be dropped so he didnât have to reveal too much about his love life. But he suspected that wouldnât happen once you came back to the table.
You and Spencer had started dating a few months prior and wanted to keep things to yourselves. You both intended to figure out the beginning of your relationship without the eyes of your friends.
âThe line for the bathroom was so long,â you complained as you approached the table and sat down next to Spencer. âWhat did I miss?â
âOh we never heard Y/Nâs place,â Penelope excitedly pointed out.
You looked at her confused, âWhat place?â
âI have no clue how we got here but they all started talking about the weirdest places theyâve had sex,â Emily explained.
âWow. Well, when Iâm done I need to hear all of yours,â you pointed your glass in a motion towards all of them before drinking the last sip.
âI usually donât venture outside the bedroom but out of the few times I have I think thereâs two tied for first place.â
âWhatâs one of them?â
âLibrary.â
Silence fell over the group. Spencerâs stomach dropped to the floor at your answer. His face turned cherry red and his eyes remained frozen on the table in front of him.
You on the other hand were baffled at the reaction from your friends.
âWhat?â
While your eyes scanned the group you were met with relatively neutral expressions that didnât match the growing tension in the air. All of them looked as if they wanted to say something, but not one of them was ready to speak.
Embarrassment and regret were creeping their way towards you in silence. Your body tensed up and you folded your arms in front of you.
âCome on guys, it's not that weird. Itâs not like we were in an aisle, we were in the bathroom,â you tried to defend yourself.
That sentence seemed to spark something in the group. Their body language started to relax but still had a bit of hesitation. They all knew at this point, but they wanted you to confirm it.
âWhat floor?â
You followed the voice to Emily âExcuse me?â
âWhat floor was the bathroom on?â
You couldnât wrap your head around her question.
âWhy does that matter?â
âIt does, which floor?â Penelope questioned this time.
âSecond I think,â you hesitated, still confused.
âOh my god!â Penelope squealed. âYou guys are sleeping together?â
With your eyes wide, face hot, and heart pounding, you stared at her. Trying to figure out how a story like this was one they already heard. You forgot until now that they were already playing this game before you got back.
Turning to the side you playfully smacked Spencerâs arm. âYou told them that?â
He gaped at you and grabbed his arm. Face still red of course now accompanied with a crack in his voice. âI didnât think you were gonna tell them. I thought you would have talked about the other time.â
âWhy would I tell them that?â You said in a quieter tone.
âWhat other time?â Derek interrupted, filled with curiosity.
Rossi pipped in next, âyou said two places were tied for weirdest, whatâs the other place?â
You and Spencer went quiet. You looked at each other before returning your gaze to the group.
âI think this is a great time to get a refill,â you grabbed your glass and stood up. âSpencer, coming with?â
He quickly scrambled to stand up, âAbsolutely.â
The two of you made your way to the bar as your friends all started murmuring.
âSo, you didnât want to tell them you had sex on a plane?â He asked with a slight smirk.
âNo, of course not!â You squealed which earned a laugh from him.
âEventually they wouldâve found out weâre dating and I didnât want them to figure out it was on the jet,â you explained.
âItâs not like any of them were there,â he said before leaning down to kiss your forehead.
âI still donât wanna get fired.â
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Blues, Baby.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Breeding kink, kidnapping, smut
Request: Breeding kink smut pleaseeee (Spencer wanting to get reader pregnant)
Summary: Spencer is angry at you after you made a silly mistake on the field. He comes to you to reconcile, but ends up doing that and more.
It had been a long week.
The case had been difficult, you had been taken by the unsub, and on top of that, you and Spencer had had an argument. You had been together for 4 years, you rarely argued in all that time, but when you did it was brutal.Â
The argument happened after he had saved you. It was your fault, admittedly you were too eager to catch this guy, you could say that now. He had taken over 34 girls in the last 20 years, from all over the states. He had been a copycat of Israel Keyes, stashing kill kits in the same, or as close as he could to, locations as him. It was shocking that it hadnât been caught years ago. It hit you hard, and you were determined to catch this guy. So, you had rushed in without backup, getting yourself caught in the process. Though your capture was short- Which gave way to Spencerâs fury at your actions
âWhat the HELL were you thinking?â You had just finished up being checked over by the medics, sitting on the back of the ambulance, when Spencer rushed over to you. He is the one who took down the unsub, taking him in before he spoke to you. His reaction caught you off guard, and then made you scowl.
âWhat are you talking about?â He was standing in front of you now, arms crossed. His eyes were boring into yours. He huffed out a frustrated chuckle
âWhat am I talking about? I'm talking about you rushing in there, without backup, and nearly getting yourself killed in the process!â He waved his arms as he spoke, as he usually did when frustrated. Shaking your head, you stood and stepped closer to him, eyes never leaving him.
âI am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, Spencer. You know this. What is wrong with you?â You were confused why he was so angry with you, you were the one who had just been kidnapped, he should be holding you and soothing you, not shouting at you in front of your team and the locals.Â
âObviously not when you make stupid decisions like this! Did you even think about the consequences?â
âThe consequence if I hadnât gone in was another dead girl!â
âBut you didnât have to try and replace her! God, I knew I should've gone with you!â
âWhat, you think you need to babysit me, Spencer?â You scoff, folding your arms âYouâre my boyfriend, not my dad.â
âYou know what, maybe you do need a babysitter if youâre going to continue making rookie mistakes like this, you know youâre better than thisâÂ
Your eyes had never left each other, staring each other down- Waiting for the other to back down. Bored of this, you rolled your eyes and dropped your arms from your chest. Removing the blanket from your shoulders, you move to walk away when he grabs your arm, tight enough to stop you, but not enough to hurt.
âWhere the hell are you going?â His free hand picked up the blanket and he began to drape it over your shoulders once more âYou need this for shock. Why wonât you take care of yourself?â It was obvious his anger was rooted in concern, but you didnât want to confront that right now. Already fuming at his actions, you had no time for his niceties right now.
âJust- Leave me alone. I donât need you shouting at me right now.â Shaking free from his grasp, you stomped away from him and towards one of the team's SUVs. He shouted something after you, and you heard a loud bang as he hit the ambulance in frustration, but you ignored it.
Since then, the two of you had barely spoken since. Spencer sat with Derek, and you sat with Emily both on opposite sides of the Jet. The team sensed some tension, having witnessed the argument, but no one pressed you. Then, there was a silent car ride back to your shared apartment. You moved into his place 9 months ago now, Spencer had suggested it after your lease had ended, explaining how it was logical to move in together now and save money- he said he wanted to marry you someday and that this was a good start.Â
That seemed a silly thought at the minute, though.
The silence continued until dinner. He was in the shower whilst you prepped what you could from your fridge, it was too late to go to the grocery store and you had been away a few days, so it wasnât much. You were so deep in your own thoughts you didnât hear the shower stop, or Spencer enter the kitchen. He had stood, watching you silently for a moment as you chopped something, before he moved to slide his hands to hold your waist, snaking them to hold you as he rested his head on your shoulder. Momentarily, you tensed, but soon melted into him. He felt warm and safe, and you had needed this after your capture.
âI'm sorryâŠâ He mumbled into your hair as he squeezed you. You dropped the knife you were holding and brought your hand up to his damp hair, scratching his scalp lightly.
âI'm sorry too, babyâŠâ You mumbled, he moved and turned you to look at him. His eyes were sad, brow furrowed with concern.
"I just... I don't want to loose you, okay?"
"You won't, baby. I'm here." You snaked your arms around his neck and placed your forehead against his.
"Today just... It made me realise we shouldn't wait for things. I was so worried that... That we wouldn't be able to do all the things we planned... That we'd never get married, have kids... I just... I don't want to miss out on that with you. I love you too much." His eyes were closed as he made his confession. Sighing you softly nodded your head against his.
"Then... Why are we waiting?" You asked, voice small as his eyes flicker open, meeting yours once more. T5here is stillness in the air as he stares at you. "Let's have a baby..."
He wasted no time in dipping to kiss you. His lips melting softly into yours as an apology. Smiling into the kiss, you hummed contentedly as he pulled you closer, and you brought your hands up once more to play with his curls.Â
The kiss began to become more desperate when you lightly tugged at his hair, causing him to groan into your lips. You smirked as his grip on your hips tightened and his tongue slipped past your lips. The kiss deepened into a battle for dominance between you, lips fighting one another to be the winner. Slowly, Spencer backed you against a clear counter, surprising you when your back hit the cold marble. Your yelp made Spencer smirk as he finally pulled away from you. He had caged you between him and the counter, arms tasting either side. He admired his work, your flushed skin, wide eyes, pupils blown out with lust. You were panting for air through your swollen lips and he could feel all his blood rushing to one single point. All his frustration from before turned to need. Need to show you how much he cares, how much he loves you, how you were his, and his alone. His lips soon darted to your neck, kissing and sucking his way down to your collarbone. You whined under his touch, feeling his growing cock rub against you. It made you squirm in anticipation, you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with every touch.
âSpenceâŠâ You gasp as his fingers begin to dip under your waist band. He leaned back, watching you as he began to guide his fingers through your folds, gathering your slick and occasionally skimming over your clit teasingly. You were an utter mess for him, and he loved it. He observed you for a moment, simply watching your reactions to his touch, your moans and curses under your breath, the way you held onto his arm, the pout you gave him when he dodged your kiss, smirking at you as he just watched and touched.
âI amso sorry about what happened before, baby⊠I just didnât want to lose youâ His voice was soft but had an edge of authority that made you clench around nothing. His eyes never left yours as he spoke, just like earlier âBecause youâre mine, arenât you? You belong to me, donât you?â He continued his agonizingly slow strokes as he spoke, you whined and nodded in response. He simply tutted and shook his head
âUse your words, darling.â
âI-Iâm yours, Spencer.â You managed to whisper, voice shaky from the frustrated pleasure you were receiving. Spencer smiled proudly, and sped up slightly, causing you to moan loudly.
âHmm⊠I think we need to do something to show everyone else who you belong toâŠâ His voice was teasing. The free hand that caged you lifted to your face, landing softly on your cheek. His other hand continued to work at a steady pace, enough to make you needy, but not enough to push you over the edge anytime soon. He loved to torture you like this, teasing you for hours and not letting you cum. He loved feeling the control over you. Your eyes opened and met his confusion hidden in them. He found it, and found it amusing. He leaned closer into you, his free hand moving to tuck your hair behind your ear before he firmly held the back of your hair. Whispering softly
âI'm gonna put a baby in you, hm? Show everyone who you really belong to, who gets to cum inside you?âÂ
As he finished speaking, he plunged two fingers inside of your pussy. A loud moan escaped your lips as he pulled your head back to look at him. He had sped up now, fingering you with a cocky smirk. He may be shy in the real world, but behind closed doors, he undoubtedly enjoyed his power over you. His words shocked you at first, but he didnât miss the way you clenched around his fingers as he fucked you with them. He knew youâd do whatever he wanted to, but this was pushing the limits.
Usually, no matter the scenario, you and Spencer had sex with a condom. You had gone off of birth control, the effects had been killer for you. Spencer, being the loving boyfriend he is, had supported you through this, and your sex life had adjusted with no problem. He used condoms, and the rare occasion you would do it without one, heâd take you for the morning after pill, but now? Now, he wanted to prove a point.Â
It wasnât just about where he came, it was about showing everyone who you belonged to. Who cared for you, who protected you, who you came home to every night.
âWhat do you say baby? Do you want me to fuck you till everyone knows who you belong to?â Another devious whisper in your ear. You eagerly nodded, Spencer wasted no time in removing his hand from inside you and pulling your pants down your thighs. He roughly turned you around and bent you over the counter, holding both your wrists behind your back. He stepped back, admiring how you looked from behind. You could feel his free hand tracing your skin before feeling a sharp smack to your ass. The pain made you hiss out a moan, you missed Spencer pulling down his sweatpants.
It shocked you momentarily when you felt the tip of his cock move between your folds, teasing your clit as he covered his shaft in your slick. The anticipation of him entering you was killing you, and you bucked your hips against him.
âEager, are we? You want me to cum inside you that bad?â The edge of teasing was still present in his voice as he held you down. All you could do was whine and squirm under him, waiting for him to enter you. He chuckled before he pushed himself inside of you, groaning as your tight walls stretched around him.
âFuckâŠâ He muttered as he watched you moan once more. He loved seeing you so submissive under him. He barely waited for you to adjust until he started fucking into you at a rough pace.
Each stroke was bliss, pain turned to pleasure quickly as he relentlessly bottomed out over and over again. He let your wrists go as he held your hips, holding them firmly in place. YOu gripped the edge of the counter tightly in an effort to keep upright.
Spencer watched how he disappeared inside you, moaning as he felt you begin to tighten around him
âAwe, you gonna cum for me, baby? Is that how excited you are for me to cum?â He panted into your ear, you nodded quickly, nearly drooling from the pleasure Spencer was giving you. You let out a loud whine when Spencers hand reached between you both and began to play with your clit.
âIm- Im gonna-â You tried to pant out words that dissipated into moans, Spencer soothed you momentarily before quickening his pace.
âCum for me, baby. I'm close too, gonna make you a mommy⊠Gonna fill you up so much.â He was struggling to speak properly now, his strokes were becoming more and more aggressive as he reached his own peak. His words were enough to push you over, with a loud cry you came around his cock, clenching around him as your legs began to shake. You whined his name out, as he groaned again, this time with one last big stroke.
You felt him cum inside you, his cum painting your insides white. As he came, he fucked back into you a few more times sloppily, before leaning forward to kiss your back lightly. When he finally pulled out, your legs almost gave way, your grip on the counter keeping you steady. Spencer huffed a small laugh as he observed you, his eyes moved down to the glistening mess between your legs, he saw his cum beginning to leak out of you. He moved forward once more, steading you with one hand, whilst the other moved between your legs once again, gathering his cum and pushing it back into you, once more fucking you with his fingers. Another loud moan escaped your lips as he did this. You moved your head to the side to look at him, only to be met with a cock grin as he leaned forwardÂ
âJust one moreâ He breathed, you were still coming down from your last high, so it didnât take much for you to cum around his fingers once more. Once he was happy, he pulled up your pants, keeping his cum from dripping out of you. He carried you to your shared bedroom before dressing you in your pajamas, careful to keep your underwear on, and joined you in bed. He held you tightly as you snuggled into his chest.
âSo⊠Can I clean myself up now?â You mumbled into his chest, giggling a little bit.
âWell, your chances of pregnancy increase the longer you keep sperm inside. Sperm can stay alive for up to 5 days in the body, but the best way to get pregnant is regular sex, usually every other night around the time youâre ovulating.â Spencer recited the random facts as casually as ever, but it made you jump slightly, you pulled back and sat up.
âWait⊠are we ready for this?â You asked timidly, unsure of his answer. Spencerâs eyes met yours and looked fearful for a moment
âWell⊠Weâve been together for 4 years⊠I thought it through, and after today especially, I just want to start my life with you as soon as possible⊠But if youâre not ready we can go get a plan B tomorrow. I guess i got carried away and just went for it We can discuss this more-â You interrupted his amble with a kiss, soft and small.When you pulled back he was confused, cocking a brow at you now.Â
âIâd love to start a family with you Spencer⊠Just, it's a bit nerve wracking.â You giggle. He flushes for a moment, hiding his face in the pillow.
âI'm sorry.â You hear, muffled by the pillow. You laugh lightly as you move him to face you again, giving him another soft kiss.
âBut seriously, We have all the time in the world to get me pregnant. I'm gonna go shower.â
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sleeping beauty | s.r. x liaison!fem reader
spencer checked the time and date, one thirty pm on june tenth. he took a deep exhale then pulled open his top desk drawer, staring at him were two tickets for a screening of the french adaptation for sleeping beauty. he remembered you mentioning how she was your first princess movie to own on vhs, saying how the ending dance sequence was truly enchanting.
usually spencer goes to these film festivals by himself, but when this was one of the movies announced for the weekend, he decided now was the time. spencer reid was gonna toughen up and ask you on a date.
âhey reid,â he startled at the feminine voice beside his desk. he shut the drawer closed and turned to see elle watching him with raised brows, âeverything okay?â crossing her arms and cocking a hip against his desk.
âye- yeah. is there- was there something you needed?â hoping she doesnât mention anything about his weird behavior, but most people would argue heâs always weird.
elle pursed her lips, âuh no. just wanted to know whatâs got you sweating in this cooled office.â profiling nonchalantly. spencer bit into his bottom lip, his own brows raising as he squinted his eyes, âi- i donât know-â
his sentence stopped short when he heard your gentle giggles and then his eyes followed your figure as you walked beside penelope. your eyes caught his and you waved in greeted, smiling widely as you continued on your walk.
âso something involving our second best liaison.â elle hummed, spencer flinched again. he forget she was still there, ân- noâŠâ his stuttering more present whenever you were of the subject.
elle perked up and leaned forward, her eyes were alight, âare you finally asking her out?â almost squealing at the idea.
âwhat do you mean, finally?â spencer questioned. he didnât tell anyone about his infatuation with you. elle rolled her smokey eyes, âoh please. you may have an iq of one eighty seven, but whenever sheâs in the vicinity or mentioned itâs slashed to sixty.â
spencer felt his cheeks warm, he hunched into himself, âthatâs not true.â mumbling into his chest. âyou also stopped talking just to watch her walk down the hallway,â elle scuffed.
spencer licked his lips and figured there was no point in lying, plus elle might give him some advice for the date. âiâm- iâm planning to take her to a movie festival. theyâre playing a french version of sleeping beauty.â
elle cooed, âgonna whisper the translation in her ear? thatâs a pretty morgan move to do.â
that worried spencer, âthat wouldnât make her uncomfortable, right? i donât want her thinking-â elle held out her hands to stop his anxious rambles.
âjust ask her. when presenting the tickets, ask if itâs okay to translate for her. if she says no, there might be something the theater has to fix that problem. but iâm sure she wonât mind.â
âwho wonât mind what?â
spencerâs heart rate spiked when your voice was in earshot, then when elle moved to the side to show you joining the both of them he knew his ears started to flush red. he opened and closed his mouth, not sure how to steer the conversation.
âoh, how jj wonât mind if spencer steals you for a chat. iâll go double check.â and with that fib elle sauntered away, leaving you confused.
âyou wanted to talk with me?â hands held behind your back as you tilted your head. it prompted spencer to stand up, your head needing to lean back a bit to make eye contact.
he rubbed his palms along his pants, âuh yeah. i was- thereâs this film festival that i visit regularly, many foreign originals or adaptations. and thereâs gonna be a screening for a french sleeping beauty and i- i was wondering if youâd⊠would you like to- to go on a- on a date? with me?â he stuffed his hands into his pockets at the end when he noticed all his fidgeting.
your lips parted slightly and your head straightened, âiâd- iâd love too,â eyes twinkling like a star. âbut i donât know french.â an embarrassed smile at the information.
spencer moved a hand to scratch at his ear, âi- i could translate it for you. but iâd have to speak quietly and into your ear, is that- are you okay with that? we- we could also ask the employees for-â
you stopped him when you stepped closer and touched his forearm, a sweet smile shining upon him. âyou can translate for me. i like listening to your voice.â your words a sweet syrup dripping over his heart.
spencer nodded dumbly, âo- okay. itâs- itâs friday at- at seven. so we can just- just leave after work.â
you nodded, âitâs a date.â
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Craving a postprison!Spencer x stripper!reader fic, please maâam.
Maybe she gets a daytime job at a coffee shop or a bookstore - to âsupplement her incomeâ/ not have to dance as often (not that sheâs ashamed!!) and Spencer is just so proud of her for trying and canât quit kissing her and praising her because I know in other fics youâve mentioned she didnât think anyone would hire her because of her profession/self esteem, plus after prison she didnât want to dance because she wanted to be with Spencer. đ„ș
Or really just anything with a proud Spencer x stripper!reader doing anything.
Your work is fantastic and Iâm in love with everything you do!! đ thank you and itâs totally okay if you think this request is lame or donât wanna write it!
thank you angel! âyou find a new job while making decisions about your old one after Spencer returns from prison, and Spencer would praise you for breathing, so heâs extremely proud. fem, 1.8k
Statistics differ, but estimates suggest that there are around twenty thousand strippers in Las Vegas. With a population of seven hundred thousand people (estimated up), that means that one in thirty five people living in Las Vegas dances for a living.Â
Itâs more than youâd think. Spencer knew of plenty of women who worked as strippers, exotic dancers, or private entertainers when he was still living at home. And while the numbers are much smaller in Washington DC where he lives now, itâs far from zero. More surprising for the average person to be one, perhaps, but not for Spencer.Â
It used to make him blush like a steam train, sure, but it never did any of the things you were scared of. Heâs never looked down on you for it, never been jealous (well, never acted like a jerk because of it), never positioned it as anything other than work. His only complaints are in your concern. You donât like the club, most of the time. You feel unsafe often. The risk of femicide is yards higher for you as a sex worker than it would be otherwise, but who is Spencer to talk about danger? He still has stitches in his leg.Â
Your job used to feel more urgent, a red flashing light above your head, because youâd come around with bruises or cut knees, tear stained cheeks, and you couldnât make ends meet for all your efforts, but things have changed. Youâre reluctant to depend on him, but youâll accept the help when you need it. Nothing keeps you there if you donât want to be there, and when you do youâre a marvel. You are beautiful, in Spencerâs eyes. Your dancing when youâre having a good night is one of the prettiest things heâs ever seen âmore than pretty, sometimes. A hot coal in his stomach.Â
But the fact of the matter is that Spencerâs home, and you donât want to dance. You havenât been to the club for weeks as far as heâs aware, and heâd consider himself well informed. You spent all your savings and started spending his instead and he couldnât care less, whatâs his is yours, whatever keeps you aloft while you make whatever decision it is youâre working toward. Not that it presented itself that way.Â
Iâll have to go back.
Spencer on his back, you sitting with your head turned from the TV and toward him, your hand on his hip, just resting. Where?
To work. I have enough money for the next two weeks, and then Iâm all out.Â
Spencer wouldnât do something as unkind as rolling his eyes, but the point of you moving in was to cement that heâd look after you no matter what. Heâd turned his head to you on his pillow and reached for your elbow. Youâre still resting.Â
Youâve been home for two months, Spencer. Iâve rested enough. I⊠I only managed this long because you havenât asked me for anything and thatâs not fair, we both live here.Â
I earn more than you, so I pay more, heâd said, confused. Itâs not as though it hurt him to continue paying for an apartment heâs been living in for years.Â
I wonât be your leech.Â
Youâre not my leech, donât say that.
I canât just not have money.Â
Well⊠heâd said. Heâd never discussed it with you so openly before, always stopped at the first suggestion, but thereâs a first time for everything. You know you can have whatever you want from me. Anything you want, you donât have to ask.Â
Spencer⊠youâre my boyfriend.Â
Exactly.Â
No, youâre my boyfriend. You donât have to keep me. I donât want that.Â
He understood the âwantâ most heavily. What do you want, angel? heâd asked, dragging your hand up his naked chest to rest over his diaphragm, your arm moving up and down in time with his breathing.Â
Youâd seemed stricken, but not upset. Like the question surprised you in having no answer. Not sure⊠youâd said eventually. Mostly you.Â
A week passed, two. A third and youâd asked him to borrow money, just for a little while, and with the vehement promise youâd pay him back.Â
Heâs not expecting it. So soon, either. But here you are standing in front of him with a beaming smile and little book in your hands, unzipping one of the book's inner pockets to count out the money youâd âborrowedâ. âHere you go, my angel, thereâs everything.âÂ
Spencer just looks at it. âWhat is it?âÂ
âThe money I owe you.âÂ
He presses his hands to his stomach to stop you from forcing the notes into them. âYou donât owe me anything.âÂ
âNo, seriously, please take it.âÂ
He shakes his head. âSeriously. I donât want anything from you, I love you. That money was for you to do what you wanted, or needed. It was yours as soon as I gave it to you.âÂ
You try regardless to put it in his hands. Your hair was done freshly a week ago, your nails manicured but unpainted, your face adorned with some new makeup heâd seen on his (your) vanity a few days ago. It honestly hadnât crossed his mind why youâd suddenly given yourself a refresh, and he had no suspicions. You wouldâve told him if you went to the club, even just via text, because itâs important he knows youâve had access to your phone or that youâre coming home. (Plus, heâd notice you leaving at night. Youâve spent the last few evenings laying across his lap.)
âWhere did you get this?â he asks, smiling softly, wondering if heâs come to the right conclusion.Â
You drop the money on his thigh and take a couple of steps back.Â
âI,â you say, holding your little book to your stomach, âgot a job as a barista. They gave me my first paycheck today, a direct deposit. So I took out what I owe you and the rest of it is in here.âÂ
âYou what?â he asks.Â
âIâm working at the coffeehouse by the library,â you say, nodding, parts proud of yourself and parts shy.Â
âFor how long? Why didnât you tell me?âÂ
You bite your lip. âJust this week. And honestly, I didnât want you to know if I couldnât do it.âÂ
Spencer stands up but doesnât cross the room to you. He could reach out and catch your hand. âHow could you work somewhere new all week without me noticing?âÂ
âYou werenât here on Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday morning, and they gave me Thursday off, so I just told you a very small lie this morning about going to the store. I knew youâd get distracted by your Persian poetry again.âÂ
He did get distracted, very much so. Youâve been and worked a whole shift without his worrying, which is a bit awful in itself (he really does love you, and heâd like to know where you are), but is also, frankly, a great thing. You should be able to work without worry. You should do anything you want to do.Â
Still, a whole week at a brand new job without any support, and to stand there with your paycheck as unmistakable waves of satisfaction melt off of you unkissed is insanity. Spencerâs laughing as he ushers you into his arms, as he hugs your shoulders tightly, âOh my god!â he says, âWow, congratulations!â He pulls back just a touch to see your face. âPlease donât lie to me about where youâre going, thatâs so dangerous. I love you!âÂ
He takes your face into both hands with your arms hanging loosely behind his back and begins a reckoning of kisses. The slope of your cheek, the skin between your nose and lips, Spencer couldnât care less where the kisses land, he just wants them all over you. You laugh softly as he goes, almost stickily, a sound that comes deep from your chest. âIâm so proud of you,â he says, pressing a quick, mildly rougher kiss to the corner of your mouth.Â
âI might still strip,â you say.Â
âWhatever you want,â he says, squeezing your face between his palms. âWhatâs it like? Do you like it? Is it hard?â He kisses you again. âI wish youâd told me,â he says against your lips.Â
Youâre quieter than he expected, and warm. He pulls away more sternly to see whatâs gone wrong. He couldâve asked the wrong questions. Maybe heâs embarrassed you.Â
âI just wanted to make sure I could do it. I didnât want to fail and⊠and have you know. Iâm sorry.âÂ
âDonât be, I get it.â God knows heâs failed a hundred times for you to see it. He wishes he would have hidden a lot of that from you, spared you some heartache, but he also knows how lucky he is to have you near. âThatâs what weâre supposed to do, right? We should be together when stuff goes wrong.â He beams. âBut it didnât go wrong.âÂ
âI think Iâm pretty good at it.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
You hold his wrist. âAnd I get tips, did you know that? Not as many as before,â âyou laugh to yourself loudlyâ âbut still. Itâs really cool. They pay me even if nobody wants coffee, and when people want coffee I get extra.âÂ
Spencer kisses the corner of your eye. He kisses up to your eyebrow and down again, all over your cheek before turning your face to the other side to kiss circles into the other. âI,â âkissâ âcanât,â âkissâ âbelieve it.â Kiss. âActually, I can, but I still canât.âÂ
âItâs just a part time job.âÂ
âThat you didnât think you could do,â he says. âBut you can do anything, I knew you could. Iâm amazed by you.âÂ
He grins and throws his arms over your shoulders.Â
You squeeze him right back, the two of you swaying, almost falling over. He can feel how proud you are of yourself. You deserve to feel this way no matter what.Â
âI like dancing,â you say, âI do, I just wish I could do it in a different⊠world? Is that stupid?âÂ
âNo. Youâre never stupid.â He smiles as your hand weaves into his hair, fingertips scratching along his scalp, his curls caught between your fingers.Â
âDo you think you could come on Monday? I can make you a cup of coffee. Itâs not as hard as it looks.âÂ
âPlease, Iâd love for you to make me a cup of coffee.â His smile presses to your shoulder, where he breathes you in briefly, before remembering something very important. âHey, do you wear an apron?âÂ
âOf course I do.â
Oh my god, he thinks. There are more than half a million baristas in the United States, and Spencer will bet his monthly paycheck that youâre the cutest one to ever exist. You look cute right now in your jeans and your button up shirt, but put an apron on top of that? To see you standing behind a bar mixing drinks and pouring latte art? Monday canât come quick enough.Â
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Breaking Point
Summary: Spencer has a partner, his partner is not necessarily a great person. You really just want to connect with him, he is your roommate, Penelope's, friend after all. But Spencer just does not seem to like you, can you change that?
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Category: fluff, angst
Warnings/Includes: Spencer has a partner, implied bisexual Spencer, non-graphic cheating, emotionally distant partner, controlling partner, Spencer is sassy and kind of mean, mention of Spencer's drug problem, insecurities
Word count: 14.6k
a/n: i know i can treat you better than they cannnnn -- happy one day early post !!!!
main masterlist part two
The evening was typical for youâa night out with the team at one of their usual spots, a lively bar that served as the backdrop for many of their post-case celebrations. You were perched on a high stool at the bar, sipping on a cocktail Penelope, your roommate, had insisted you try, something bright and fruity with just the right amount of sweetness. The music was loud enough to make conversation a bit challenging, but not so much that it drowned everyone out.
You leaned back slightly, your eyes casually scanning the room. Derek was engaged in a playful argument with JJ about some obscure movie reference, and Rossi was deep in conversation with Hotch. Everyone seemed relaxed, their faces lit with the glow of well-deserved downtime.
But then, something caught your eyeâa flash of movement at the other end of the bar. Spencer, the quiet and reserved member of the team who had always been somewhat of a mystery to you, was engaged in what looked like a rather intense conversation with someone you didnât recognize. The contrast between Spencerâs usual timid demeanor and the animated gestures he was making now piqued your curiosity.
You leaned closer to Penelope, who was sitting beside you, tapping away on her phone as usual, her fingers a blur of activity. "Whoâs that?" you asked, nodding toward Spencer and the unknown person.
Penelope glanced up from her screen, following your gaze, and immediately sighed, rolling her eyes in a way that suggested this was a scene she had witnessed more times than she cared to count. "Thatâs Eli," she said, the name laced with a tone that was hard to miss. "Spencerâs partner."
Your eyes widened in surprise. "Spencer has a partner?" The revelation blew your mind. You'd known the team for over a year, seen and been seen in all sorts of situationsâsome more embarrassing than othersâand not once had Spencer ever mentioned having a partner. It was like discovering a hidden chapter in a book you thought you knew well.
Penelope gave you a knowing look, her lips pressing together as if she were debating whether or not to continue. You nudged her lightly, urging her on. "What is it? You canât just leave me hanging."
She sighed again, this time more softly, and leaned in closer so that only you could hear. "It just doesnât seem like theyâre very happy together, you know? They always seem to be arguing about something or other. I don't think Iâve ever seen them have a normal conversation."
You turned your attention back to Spencer and Eli, who were still deep in conversationâif you could even call it that. From where you were sitting, it looked more like Eli was doing most of the talking, their tone sharp, while Spencer listened, his face a mask of confusion and quiet frustration.
"Why does he stay with them if theyâre so unhappy?" you asked, the question slipping out before you could stop it.Â
Penelope shrugged, taking a sip of her drink before responding. "Spencer's complicated, you know? I think part of him feelsâŠresponsible or something. Like he has to make it work, even if itâs not working."
You nodded, still watching the exchange between Spencer and Eli, feeling a strange mix of emotions. Part of you was shocked that Spencer, someone who always seemed so put-together, was caught up in a relationship that didnât seem to bring him any joy. And another part of you, the part that had always felt a bit of an inexplicable attachment to him, felt a pang of something elseâsomething almost like protectiveness.
"I never wouldâve guessed," you murmured, more to yourself than to Penelope.Â
"Yeah, well," Penelope replied, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "Thereâs a lot about Spencer thatâs easy to miss if youâre not looking closely."
As the night wore on, you couldn't help but keep glancing in Spencer's direction, wondering what else you might have missed about him over the past year. The more you thought about it, the more you realized how little you actually knew about the man who had somehow managed to become both a puzzle and an enigma in your life.
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Youâre not sure what brought on this new damn near obsession with Spencer Reid, but ever since you found out about him having a partner, youâve been thinking about him differently. It was as if knowing he was capable of being in a relationship made you want to be the one who showed him what a healthy one looks like. The thought had wormed its way into your mind and now, no matter how hard you tried, you couldnât stop thinking about him in your daily life.Â
Whether you were at work, at home, or out with friends, your thoughts always seemed to drift back to Spencerâhis quiet demeanor, the way he fiddled with his hands when he was nervous, the way his eyes lit up when he talked about something he was passionate about. You found yourself daydreaming about what it would be like to be the one who made him smile, the one who could take away the stress youâd seen him carry.
Weeks passed, and you tried to push these thoughts to the back of your mind, but they always crept back in. So when Penelope proposed a night at Rossiâs, you jumped at the opportunity, hoping that maybe being around him might help you understand why you were feeling this way.
When you arrived at Rossiâs, the place was buzzing with laughter and conversation. Penelope was already engaged in a lively discussion with Derek and JJ, and Rossi was busy pouring drinks for everyone. As you scanned the room, your eyes landed on Spencer, standing off to the side, a drink in hand. He was aloneâno Eli in sight.
Your heart skipped a beat, and before you knew it, you were making your way over to him, driven by an urge to finally talk to him alone. Maybe this was your chance to get to know him better, to bridge the gap that had always seemed to exist between you two.
âHey, Spencer,â you greeted, nudging your elbow gently against his as you walked up next to him.
âOh, hi, Y/N,â he replied, his voice carrying a hint of confusion as he looked at you. It was as if he wasnât quite sure why you had come over.
âHow are you?â you asked, trying to sound casual, though your heart was beating a little faster than youâd like to admit.
âFine, thanks,â he nodded, his gaze drifting away from you almost immediately. âAnd you?â
âIâm great, thank you!â you answered with a smile, hoping to ease the tension that seemed to hang in the air between you.
But Spencer didnât reply. Instead, he stood there, clearly feeling awkward, his eyes focused on some distant point in the room. You bit your lip, trying to think of something else to say, something that might spark a real conversation.
âSoâŠI didnât know you were seeing someone,â you ventured, letting out a small, nervous laugh, hoping to lighten the mood.
At that, Spencer stiffened. He finally turned to look at you, his expression hardening in a way that caught you off guard. âWell, you donât really know me, do you?â he said, his tone colder than youâd ever heard it before.
âWhat?â you asked, taken aback by his sudden shift in demeanor. The sharpness in his voice sent a jolt through you, making you feel like youâd stepped onto thin ice without realizing it.
But he didnât stop there. âYou donât know me at all, Y/N,â he continued, his voice carrying an edge of bitterness as he scoffed, rolling his eyes. âWhy would you be privy to intimate details of my life?â
The words hit you like a slap in the face, and you stood there, stunned and at a loss for words. âOhâI donât know, Iâm sorry,â you stuttered, your confidence crumbling as you tried to process what had just happened. You had expected many things from this conversation, but this level of hostility wasnât one of them.
âYeah, okay,â Spencer muttered, a bitter laugh escaping his lips as he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving you standing there, violently confused.
You watched him retreat, your mind racing to understand what had just happened. The warmth and excitement you had felt moments ago were now replaced by a cold, sinking feeling in your chest. What had you done wrong? Why had he reacted that way?
As you stood there, the lively chatter and laughter of the party continued around you, but it all felt distant, muffled. All you could think about was Spencerâs harsh words, and the way he had looked at youâlike you were a stranger, like you had crossed a line you didnât even know existed.
âHey mama, you look like youâve seen a ghost. You good?â Derekâs deep, familiar voice cut through the fog of your thoughts, grounding you back in the present.Â
You blinked a few times, forcing a smile onto your face as you turned to face Derek. âHuh? Oh yeah, Iâm fine,â you replied, doing your best to sound convincing. âItâs good to see you!â
Derek didnât seem entirely convinced, his brow furrowing slightly as he studied you, but he didnât press further. Instead, he smiled back, his usual warmth returning as he pulled you into a quick hug. âGood to see you too, girl. Letâs get you back in the spirit of the night, huh?â
You nodded, grateful for his easy going nature as you allowed yourself to be swept back into the flow of the evening. Derek had a way of making everything feel a little lighter, and as the two of you rejoined the group, you found yourself easing back into the laughter and conversation around you. It wasnât hard to get caught up in the fun, especially with Penelopeâs infectious energy and Rossiâs endless supply of stories.
But no matter how much you tried to focus on the good vibes of the night, there was a nagging thought at the back of your mindâa quiet, persistent echo of your brief and bewildering interaction with Spencer. You couldnât shake the image of his face, the sudden hardness in his eyes, and the way his tone had shifted so drastically from the Spencer you thought you knew.
You stole a glance across the room, where Spencer was now engaged in a conversation with JJ, his expression relaxed, his laughter genuine. It was as if nothing had happened at all, as if your exchange just moments earlier hadnât rattled you to your core.
The contrast was jarring, and it left you feeling even more confused. How could he seem so unaffected, so nonchalant, after what had just transpired? It was like the sweet, shy man youâd come to know had been ripped away in an instant, replaced by someone who was colder, more distant, and completely unreadable.
You couldnât help but wonder what you had done wrong, why such an innocent question had triggered such a reaction from him. It was just one questionâone that, in hindsight, seemed harmless. And yet, his response had been anything but.
âHey, earth to Y/N,â Derekâs voice snapped you back again, this time with a playful nudge. âWhereâd you go just now? I was asking if you wanted another drink.â
You blinked, realizing you had zoned out again. âOh, sorry! Yeah, I could use another one,â you said, offering him another smile. This time, you meant it. Maybe another drink would help you forget the odd tension for a little while, help you push Spencer out of your mind.
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That night, as the evening began to wind down, you noticed Spencer slipping out quietly after saying his goodbyes to everyone but you. A pang of somethingâhurt, maybe?âstruck you as you watched him head toward the front door, his figure receding into the night. You tried to brush it off, telling yourself it was just the lingering awkwardness from earlier, nothing more.
But then you noticed something out of placeâSpencer had left his satchel behind, the one he always carried with him, filled with books, notes, and who knows what else. Without thinking, you grabbed it and rushed out the door after him, your heart pounding with adrenaline and the hope of another chance to talk.
âSpencer! Wait!â you called out, your voice echoing in the cool night air as you ran down the driveway, the gravel crunching under your feet.
Spencer, already halfway into the passenger seat of the car, paused at the sound of your voice. He looked back over his shoulder, his expression immediately shifting to one of mild annoyance when he realized it was you. For a brief moment, you wondered if he was hoping it would be anyone else but you.
âYou left your bag,â you panted, holding it up as you caught up to him.
âOh,â he replied, his tone flat, his eyes glancing at the bag as if it was the last thing on his mind. âThanks,â Spencer added, his voice barely above a mumble as he took the satchel from your hands.Â
You forced a smile, trying to ignore the awkward tension hanging between you. But just as you were about to wish him a good night, your eyes shifted to the driverâs seat where Eli was sitting, glaring at you with a cold, suspicious gaze that sent a shiver down your spine. The intensity of their stare made you falter, your words catching in your throat.
âHave a good niââ you started, but before you could finish, Eliâs hand jerked the car into gear, and the tires screeched against the pavement as they peeled out of the driveway. The door barely had time to close behind Spencer before they were speeding off into the night.
You stood there, breathless and confused, watching the taillights disappear down the road. The cold night air seemed to wrap around you, a stark contrast to the warmth that had filled Rossiâs home just minutes ago.
You couldnât shake the unsettling feeling that had settled deep in your chest. The way Spencer had looked at you, the way Eli had glared, the way the car had sped off as if they couldnât wait to leave you behindâit all left you feeling more out of sorts than ever.
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The next time you saw Spencer, it was completely by accident. You were excitedly attending the grand opening of a vintage bookstore that had been on your calendar for months. The store was rumored to have an original copy of Pride and Prejudice, and you were determined to get your hands on it. As you approached the entrance, ready to join the line that had already started forming, a tall, familiar figure caught your eye.
Spencer was standing off to the side, hunched in on himself as he spoke into his phone. His posture was tense, and his voice, though hushed, carried a tone of desperation and frustration that made you slow your steps.
ââyou said you would be here! You know how important this is to meâŠâ His voice wavered, and he paused, listening to whoever was on the other end of the line.
Your heart ached as you watched him, his expression filled with hurt and disappointment. His next words were spoken with an urgency that tugged at something deep inside you.
âI went to your comicon, waited all night in line to get a video game for you, and I did thatâŠthing! This morning, remember?â
You couldnât hear what Eli was saying, but from the look on Spencerâs face, it was clear that whatever it was, it wasnât what he wanted to hear. You could hear the strain in his voice, the way it shook as he tried to hold back his emotions.
âEli,â Spencer sighed, the sound so full of defeat that it nearly broke your heart. He sounded like he was on the verge of tears. âI never ask you to do anythingâŠit does matter! Itâs not stupidâŠokay. Yeah. Bye. Love you too.â
As he ended the call, you watched as he put his phone in his pocket, his shoulders slumping as he sniffled, clearly trying to compose himself. The vulnerability in his posture made you want to reach out, to comfort him, to tell him that he deserved so much better than this.
But before he could see you, you quickly made your way past him and into the line, your heart racing. You didnât want to embarrass him by acknowledging what you had overheard. It felt too private, too raw, and you knew that if the roles were reversed, you wouldnât want someone to witness such a moment of weakness.
Little did you know that Spencer had seen you walk by, his heart sinking further as he realized you might have heard his conversation. The idea of you knowing how he couldnât even get his partner to come to a bookstoreâa place that meant so much to himâwas mortifying. It was bad enough that Eli had chosen to watch football with their friends instead of joining him, but the thought of you knowing about it only added to his embarrassment.
Spencer fell into line a few people behind you, trying to shake off the lingering feelings of rejection. He wished that the rift between you two didnât exist, especially on a day like today. The thought of walking through the store with someone, discussing books, sharing little discoveries, was something that would have brought him immense joy. But now, with the awkwardness hanging between you like a thick fog, he knew it wasnât possible.
As the line moved forward, you tried to focus on the excitement of the bookstoreâs opening, but you couldnât help but steal glances back at Spencer. He looked so alone, so isolated, and it made your chest tighten with an emotion you didnât quite want to name. The bookstore should have been a place of happiness for him, but all you could see was the shadow of his disappointment.
You had managed to find the original Pride and Prejudice that you wanted, and your heart felt so full it was almost overwhelming. This book meant the world to you, bringing back memories of your grandmother reading it to you when you were sick as a child. The familiar scent of old pages and the sight of the worn, delicate cover brought a lump to your throat, but it was the good kind, the kind of feeling that reminded you of warmth and love.
As you clutched the book to your chest, savoring the moment, a voice came from behind you, pulling you out of your reverie. âGreat choice, I canât believe they have an original.â
You turned, surprised, to see a very attractive stranger standing there. They had strikingly beautiful eyes that seemed to draw you in, making you momentarily forget where you were. âYeah, itâs my favorite,â you replied with a bright smile. âIâm so glad I was able to get it.â
âShane,â they offered, extending their hand with an easy, confident smile. âNice to meet you.â
You took their hand, feeling a pleasant warmth from the gesture. âY/N,â you said, your smile widening. âNice to meet you too.â
The conversation flowed effortlessly after that. You and Shane chatted about literature, the excitement of the new bookstore, and your mutual love for classic novels. Their enthusiasm for books mirrored your own, and you found yourself enjoying the banter, feeling a sense of connection with this person youâd just met.
What you didnât realize was that Spencer was watching from afar, his heart twisting in knots as he observed how easily you interacted with new people. It was something he enviedâhow naturally you navigated social situations, how the friendly vibes seemed to radiate off you in waves. Anyone could see how nice you were, how approachable, and it only made him more aware of the tension that had built up between the two of you.
He wished things could have gotten off to a better start between you. But every time he thought about trying to fix things, that cold interaction from the other night lingered in his mind, making him think it was too late. And now, seeing you so effortlessly connect with someone else, someone who had already made you smile, only deepened the pang of jealousy in his chest.
As you made your way to the register, Shane walked with you, continuing the conversation. Just before you reached the counter, Shane asked, âHey, would it be okay if I got your number? Iâd love to keep talking about books and maybe grab a coffee sometime.â
You smiled, feeling flattered by the request. âSure, Iâd like that.â You exchanged numbers, feeling a small flutter of excitement as you parted ways with Shane.
Meanwhile, Spencer watched from a distance, the jealousy tightening its grip. He wasnât sure if it was because of the effortless way in which you interacted with others, or if it was the fact that someone else had gotten your number so easilyâsomething he knew he could never have done. Either way, the feeling gnawed at him, making him feel even more isolated than before.
When it was your turn to pay, you glanced back and noticed Spencer standing behind you in line. His eyes were downcast, his expression unreadable, but you remembered how upset he had been earlier. Knowing he was having a bad day and sensing the awkward vibes that had developed between the two of you, you decided to do something small to brighten his day.
Leaning in to the cashier, you whispered, âCould you estimate how much his books would cost?â
The cashier smiled and nodded, quickly scanning the stack of books in Spencerâs hands with their eyes. They told you the amount, and you quietly pulled out your bills, paying for Spencerâs purchases along with your own. Without saying a word to him, you took your bag and left the store, hoping that this small act of kindness might bring a bit of light into his day.
As Spencer approached the counter, still lost in his thoughts, the cashier smiled warmly at him. âYouâre all set, sir. The woman in front of you already paid for your books.â
Spencer blinked, momentarily stunned. âShe⊠she did what?â he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.
The cashier nodded, still smiling. âShe paid for everything. Said she hoped youâd have a good day.â
Spencer stood there, dumbfounded, holding the bag of books as if it were the most precious thing in the world. His mind raced, trying to make sense of why you would do something so kind for him when he had been nothing but cold to you since you met. The memory of your most recent awkward exchange at Rossiâs house replayed in his head, and guilt washed over him like a tidal wave.
Why would you do such a kind thing? He didnât deserve it, not after the way he had treated you. And yet, you had done it anyway, without a word, without expecting anything in return.
As Spencer left the store, the bag of books clutched in his hand, he was overwhelmed by a mix of gratitude, guilt, and a growing sense of something missing. Heâd had doubts about his relationship with Eli before, but he had always convinced himself that this was just how relationships wereâmessy and full of compromises.
But after seeing your kindness and how effortlessly you connected with others, Spencer couldnât help but wonder if he was missing out on something better. For the first time, he questioned whether he deserved more than what he had settled for with Eli. Your simple act of paying for his books had cracked open a door in his mind, making him realize that maybe there was a different, happier path he could takeâone that might even include someone like you.
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When Spencer walked into the bullpen that Monday, he immediately noticed Penelope animatedly talking with Derek and Emily. The moment she heard someone enter, her eyes lit up as she saw him.
âReid!â she exclaimed with her usual enthusiasm.
Spencer couldnât help but smile as he walked over to her instead of heading straight to his desk. âWhatâs up?â he asked, his tone light and amused.
âLook!â Penelope gushed, thrusting a book into his hands with excitement.
Spencer glanced down, recognizing the book instantlyâit was a first edition of a title he knew Penelope loved. His eyes widened in genuine awe. âWow! Where did you find this?â he asked, marveling at the rare find.
Penelope sighed happily, clutching her hands to her heart. âY/N got it for me! I couldnât make it to the new bookstore, and she knew how sad I was, so she bought this to cheer me up!â
Spencer processed this new piece of information, feeling a warmth spread through him. Of course you did, he thought to himself, youâre the nicest person ever. âThatâs⊠thatâs really great, Garcia,â he said with a sincere smile.
âIsnât she just the sweetest?â Penelope beamed, taking the book back and staring at it as if it were the most precious thing in the world.
Derek chuckled, adding, âYeah, mama. That girl is a gem. Iâm glad someone is treating you good when Iâm not around.â
Spencer nodded, his mind lingering on you. It was just another reminder of the kind of person you were, and it made him think even more about what he might be missing out on.
"Something brewing in that big brain?" Emily teased, noticing Spencer had gone quiet, his thoughts clearly elsewhere.
"Hmm?" Spencer responded, looking up at her, momentarily pulled from his reverie.
"Are you okay, Reid?" she tried again, her voice tinged with concern.
Spencer shifted uncomfortably under the weight of their stares. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just... haven't had my coffee yet," he replied, forcing a tight-lipped smile.
Derek chuckled, sensing Spencer's discomfort. "Rossi just made a new pot. I'll go grab a cup with you, pretty boy."
Spencer nodded gratefully as the two men headed to the breakroom, which was mostly empty, save for a few agents from other departments who were too engrossed in their own conversations to pay them any mind.
"Do anything fun this weekend?" Derek asked casually as he started making his coffee, glancing over at Spencer with a curious look.
Spencer allowed himself a small smile as he replied, "Yeah, I went to that new bookstore. They had their grand opening."
Derek thought for a moment, then asked, "Did you see Y/N there?"
Spencer's hand froze mid-stir, his expression faltering. "Oh, uh, no," he said, clearing his throat awkwardly, clearly caught off guard by the question.
Derek narrowed his eyes, not missing the way Spencer suddenly seemed on edge. "Alright, spit it out, kid," he pressed, sensing there was more to the story.
"Spit what out?" Spencer sassed, attempting to deflect, but his tone lacked conviction.
Derek just sighed, giving him a look that said, Don't bullshit me. "I've noticed you don't necessarily... enjoy Y/N's company. Did you run into her? Was it weird?"
Spencer let out a sigh, knowing there was no point in trying to hide it from Derek. "Yeah, I saw her," he admitted quietly, his gaze dropping to the floor. "But it wasn't weird. I mean, not exactly. Itâs just... complicated."
Derek raised an eyebrow, waiting for Spencer to continue. "Complicated how?"
Spencer hesitated, his shoulders slumping slightly. "I think she might have overheard me on the phone with Eli... They were supposed to come with me to the bookstore, but they didnât. I was upset," Spencer shrugged, trying to downplay the hurt in his voice.
Derek softened his gaze, sensing the vulnerability in Spencerâs words. "Iâm sorry, man. Did they give a good reason?"
Spencer shrugged again, his eyes welling up as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. "Um, they said they needed to watch the football game. Something to do with the fantasy league theyâre in."
Derek rolled his eyes, his frustration evident. "That is not a good reason. Eli should have known this was important to you."
Spencer cleared his throat, staring intently at his coffee, willing the tears not to fall. "They knew... I donât know if they cared."
"Reid..." Derek began, his voice gentle, but Spencer quickly waved his hand, cutting him off.
"No, no. Itâs fineâwe talked about it," Spencer said, his voice wavering but firm, clearly wanting to move past the topic.
Seeing that Spencer didnât want to delve deeper into the matter, Derek decided to let it go for now, though he still hadnât gotten the answer to his earlier question. "What does that have to do with Y/N?"
Spencer sighed heavily, the weight of his embarrassment pressing down on him. "She was walking past during the end of the call. I think she might have heard me, but she was too polite to say anything. I donât know⊠Iâm just embarrassed. My own partner wouldnât show up to something that important to me, and she probably heard how pathetic that sounded."
Derek frowned, his heart going out to his friend. "Youâre not pathetic, Reid. Youâve just been dealt a rough hand. And Y/N⊠well, sheâs not the kind of person to judge you for that. If anything, she probably feels bad that you were hurt."
Spencer nodded, though the shame still lingered. "Yeah, maybe. Itâs just hard, you know? I donât want herâor anyoneâto see me like that."
Derek gave him a reassuring pat on the back. "I get it, man. But Y/N⊠sheâs good people. Maybe talking to her might help, even if itâs just to clear the air."
Spencer considered Derekâs words, the idea of reaching out to you both comforting and terrifying. But deep down, he knew Derek was right. It wasnât too late to make things right, and maybeâjust maybeâyouâd be the understanding ear he desperately needed.
After parting ways with Derek, Spencer realized heâd forgotten to mention how you had quietly paid for his books at the bookstore. Wrapped up in the emotions of their conversation, it had slipped his mind. But as he returned to his desk, the memory resurfaced, and he found himself holding onto it like a cherished secret.
Spencer wanted to keep that moment to himself, a private reminder of your kindness. It had meant more to him than words could express, especially in a time when he often felt overlooked. Your simple act of generosity was a bright spot, making him feel seen and cared for in a way he rarely experienced.
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Thursday evening marked your first date with Shane, and it was everything you had hoped for. They had called earlier in the week to make plans, and you were excited to have someone showing genuine interest and making an effort. Penelope had eagerly offered to help you get ready, her expertise in all things beauty proving invaluable.
"Pen, youâre seriously the best," you gushed as she applied the finishing touches to your look. "I donât know what Iâd do without you."
Penelope giggled, her eyes twinkling. "Probably show up looking a lot less flamboyant!"
"And we would not want that," you teased with a smile, savoring every moment of girl time with your roommate and best friend.
When Shane arrived to pick you up, they were the epitome of courteousnessâopening doors, pulling out your chair, and keeping the conversation lively throughout the evening. It was an amazing first date, made even better by Shaneâs undeniable attractiveness. You enjoyed yourself thoroughly, feeling a spark of excitement about where this could lead.
Meanwhile, across the restaurant, Spencer sat at a table with Eli, his view of you unobstructed. What should have been a special anniversary dinner had been overshadowed by the effort it took to even get Eli to agree to go out. Spencer had to beg them to celebrate, with Eli initially resisting, claiming they didnât want to spend the money. Spencer had insisted it was worth it, that their relationship was worth celebrating. Eli eventually caved, but only because they didnât want Spencer to start cryingâagain.
As Spencer watched you laugh and smile with Shane, he felt a sharp pang in his chest, the desire to drown his sorrows in a bottle of wine nearly overwhelming. The contrast between your joyous date and his own crumbling relationship was stark. Eli sat across from him, more interested in checking their fantasy football league stats than in engaging with him.
Of course, you would go on a date with the attractive person from the bookstore. In Spencerâs eyes, they were everything he wasnât. It made sense that youâd find happiness with someone like that, while he watched his own chances at joy slip further away. It was just another reminder that good things, happiness, were always just out of reach for him. As he sat there, barely holding back his tears, he couldnât help but feel the weight of his own choices, the realization that he had pushed away someone who might have brought him the kind of happiness he saw reflected in your smile from across the room.
After Shane paid the bill for your dinner, causing you to swoon at the kind gesture, the two of you walked toward the exit, Shaneâs hand resting intimately on your lower back. As you passed by Spencer's table, you couldnât resist saying hello, the expensive wine Shane had ordered loosening your tongue.
âSpencer! Hi!â you greeted excitedly, your smile wide.
Spencer looked up at you, clearly caught off guard, his expression quickly shifting to a polite smile. âHello,â he replied, trying to mask his surprise.
âWhat are you doing here? Is this Eli?â You turned to the person sitting across from him, offering a warm smile.
Eli, however, gave you a cold, sinister look. âWow, beauty and brains, what a catch,â they remarked snidely, directing their comment at Shane.
The sarcasm completely flew over your head, and you responded cheerfully, âI think youâre pretty too! Itâs so nice to meet you, and Spencer, so good to see you! Bye!â You gave a little wave, before taking Shaneâs hand and dragging them toward the car, their laughter following behind you. Shane, having had much less to drink, simply smiled, amused by your tipsy enthusiasm.
As soon as you were out of earshot, Spencer grew even more quiet, while Eliâs anger simmered, their face contorting with irritation.
âWhat the fuck was that?â Eli asked, their voice low and venomous.
Spencerâs head snapped up, startled by the harshness in Eliâs tone. âWhat? Y/N? Sheâs drunk,â he replied, trying to defuse the situation, though he felt increasingly uncomfortable under Eliâs glare.
âNo shit, Spencer,â Eli scoffed, rolling their eyes with frustration. âBut why did they say hi to you?â
Spencer fumbled for an explanation, feeling cornered. âUmm⊠I guess weâre kind of friends by association?â he offered, his words uncertain, as even he wasnât sure how to define your relationship.
Eliâs eyes narrowed, their anger intensifying. âI told you not to talk to her. I asked you to do one fucking thing in this relationshipâhow hard is it to not talk to some dumb bimbo?â they snarled.
Spencer shrank in his seat, feeling like a scolded child. His embarrassment was palpable as he tried to explain, âI canât help that sheâs Penelopeâs roommate. I like to be civil.â
âCivil, sure,â Eli spat, their tone dripping with contempt. âBut Iâm serious, Spencer. Donât. Fucking. Talk to her.â
Spencer sat there, shrinking further under Eliâs gaze, a sense of helplessness washing over him. The contrast between your cheerful, lighthearted demeanor and Eliâs seething anger left him feeling more isolated than ever. The joy you had shown in such a simple greeting only highlighted the growing chasm between him and his partner, making him question, yet again, why he was holding onto something that felt so toxic and damaging.
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It was a few weeks before your paths crossed with Spencer again, and during that time, he couldn't help but wonder if Eli had somehow managed to keep you away from him. But today, here you were, standing in the bullpen with Penelopeâs phone in hand, panting slightly from your rush to deliver it.
âY/N! Youâre a lifesaver!â Penelope cried out, pulling you into a tight hug.
You laughed, catching your breath. âI donât even know how you made it out of the house without this thing, I thought it was attached to you!â
Derek and Emily joined in the laughter, clearly enjoying the interaction. âBaby girl was excited to come in todayâthey gave her a new monitor,â Derek teased, grinning.
âOhh, show me!â you clapped your hands in excitement, your enthusiasm infectious.
As you followed Penelope to her office, you passed by Spencerâs desk, giving him a soft, âHi, Spencer,â your voice low and warm.
But Spencer didnât look up. He simply stared down at the file in front of him, his mind far from his work. Eliâs threat echoed in his head, reminding him that he couldnât talk to you. The lack of response went unnoticed by everyone except for you and Emily.
After you disappeared into Penelopeâs office, Emily walked over to Spencerâs desk, her expression concerned. âReidâŠ? Is something wrong?â she asked cautiously, her voice gentle.
Spencer looked up, shaking his head as if to brush off her concern. âNo,â he replied curtly, but his tone was anything but reassuring.
Emily wasnât convinced. âOkay, well, itâs just⊠you ignored Y/N pretty harshly. I think she was just trying to be nice.â
Spencer knew it was an overreaction, but the turmoil in his mind was overwhelming, clouding his judgment. He felt cornered, and before he could stop himself, he snapped, âOh yeah, Emily? Is that what you think? Iâm sure youâre right, seeing as you know everything.â
With that, he abruptly stood up, storming out of the bullpen, leaving Emily and Derek in stunned silence.Â
Rossi, who had been quietly working at his desk nearby, looked up, his brow furrowed with concern as he fixed Emily and Derek with a questioning gaze. âIs he using again?â he asked, his voice heavy with worry.
âFuck,â Derek muttered under his breath, quickly getting up to chase after Spencer, his heart pounding with fear and urgency.Â
Emily exchanged a worried glance with Rossi, both of them hoping that whatever was going on with Spencer could be addressed before it spiraled out of control.
"Reid, wait up!" Derek called out as he watched Spencer stride quickly down the hall, his pace fueled by frustration and confusion. Spencer, too caught up in his thoughts, didnât stop or even acknowledge Derek's voice. But Derek was determined, and he quickened his pace, finally catching up to Spencer and grabbing his arm, halting him in his tracks.
"Kid, I need you to tell me right here and now if youâre using again," Derek panted, his concern clear in his voice.
Spencer's face immediately morphed into one of shock and offense. "What? No! Iâm clean," he replied, his tone defensive but honest.
Derek sighed deeply, relief flooding him. "Okay, thank God."
Spencer frowned, still reeling from the accusation. "Why would you think that?"
Derek looked at him intently. "Did you hear yourself just now? You were out of line with Prentiss. She was only trying to help."
Spencer let out a bitter laugh, the sound harsh and sharp. "Isnât that what everyone wants to do? Help poor, defenseless Spencer," he said sarcastically. "Why canât I ever just take care of myself?"
Derek gave him a sympathetic look, his concern deepening. "Thatâs not what I meant. Iâm just worried about you. Is it more stuff with Eli?"
The mention of Eliâs name set Spencer off again, the anger bubbling back to the surface. "Christ, is there no privacy anymore?" he snapped, his voice tight with frustration.
Derek held up his hands in a placating gesture. "Iâm not trying to invade your privacy, man. I just want to make sure youâre okay. Youâve been off lately, and Iâm concerned. We all are."
Spencerâs shoulders slumped slightly, the weight of everything pressing down on him. "Itâs⊠nothing, Derek."
Derek nodded, his tone softening. "It doesnât seem like nothing, kid."
Spencer looked down, his voice small and almost defeated. "Can you just⊠stop being a big brother for a second?"
Derekâs expression softened even more as he asked gently, "Who do you want me to be?"
Spencer let out a weary sigh. "I donât know⊠a wizard? Then maybe you could help me go back in time."
Derek started to ask, "Why do you needâ" but before he could finish, his phone rang, the familiar tone signaling a new case. He glanced at the screen, then back at Spencer with a resigned look. "Time to go."
Spencer nodded, the moment slipping away as the reality of their work took precedence. But as they walked back toward the bullpen, Derek couldnât shake the feeling that there was more going on beneath the surfaceâsomething that Spencer wasnât ready to share yet.
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When the team arrived back from the case, Spencer dreaded going home. He hadn't talked to Eli since the day they left, sending only a brief text to let them know he was heading out on a case and another just now to inform them he was back. But as usual, there were no messages waiting for him in return. Eli had done this beforeâthe silent treatment. It was their way of letting Spencer know he had messed up, though the reason was often unclear until Eli decided to spell it out.
As Spencer approached his front door, the familiar feeling of anxiety settled in his chest. He knew what awaited him: the cold, silent disapproval from Eli, followed by the inevitable confrontation. It was why he was dreading going home, but there was no avoiding it.
When Spencer unlocked the front door, he was greeted by the sound of football blaring from the TV, and not much else. The usual signs of Eliâs presenceâa drink on the coffee table, their shoes kicked off haphazardlyâwere all there, but the silence from Eli themselves was telling.Â
He announced his presence quietly, hoping to gauge the mood before he ventured further into the house. Without much of a response, Spencer headed to the laundry room, deciding to busy himself with washing his clothes. It was a mundane task, but it gave him something to focus on, a way to delay the inevitable confrontation.
What Spencer wasnât expecting was for Eli to suddenly come up behind him, wrapping their arms around his waist and kissing the back of his neck. The affectionate gesture caught him off guard.
âHey, baby,â Eli whispered, their voice soft and intimate.
âHeâhey, Eli,â Spencer stammered, unsure of how to respond. He couldnât tell if this was going to lead to something good or if it was just a precursor to another argument.
âI missed you while you were gone,â Eli mumbled, their lips trailing across Spencerâs neck, planting gentle kisses along his skin.
âYeah?â Spencer sighed, tilting his head slightly to give Eli more access, his body instinctively responding to the affection despite the uncertainty gnawing at him.
âMhm, itâs so lonely here without you,â Eli murmured, continuing their gentle assault of kisses.
That evening, Spencer found himself in the company of a sweet, loving, and cherishing Eli. It was a side of his partner he didnât see often, and he was left wondering what he had done to deserve this sudden tenderness. But instead of questioning it, he allowed himself to be swept up in the rare affection, choosing to savor the moment rather than dwell on the why.
For that night, at least, Spencer let himself believe that everything was okay, that maybe this time things would be different. Even if it was just for a little while, he wasnât going to complain.
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You got a mysterious text from Shane, asking if they could come over to talk. You agreed, of course, but a nervous feeling settled in your stomach. Things had been going really well between the two of youâmultiple dates, kisses, and they had even met Penelope. But as you opened the door to let them in, you immediately sensed that this wasnât going to be good news.
"Hey, Y/N," Shane greeted with a sigh, giving you a sad smile. "Can I come in?"
You opened the door wider and motioned for them to enter, trying to brace yourself for whatever was coming. The two of you sat in the chairs by the window, the tension palpable as you waited for Shane to speak.
"Whatâs up, Shane?" you asked cautiously, your heart already preparing for the worst.
Shane sighed again, scratching the back of their head, clearly uncomfortable. "Well, I really respect you, so I felt it was only fair to tell you face to face... that I met someone. Someone I want to pursue things with exclusively."
Your heart sank. Of course, the one genuine person you meet found someone better than you. "Oh," was all you could manage to say, the word barely escaping your lips as you processed the rejection.
"Iâm sorry, Y/N," Shane continued, their expression full of pity. "Youâre a lovely person, and I really enjoyed our time together. But I justâ"
"You donât have to explain," you interrupted, forcing a small, tight-lipped smile despite the ache building in your chest. "I get it."
Shane frowned, clearly feeling bad, but they didnât push further. They stood, clearly sensing that it was time to leave. "I really do wish you the best, Y/N. You deserve someone amazing."
You nodded, but the words felt hollow in the space between you. After you closed the door behind them, you sank into your chair, the weight of disappointment settling heavily on your shoulders. You hadnât expected this, and now you were left alone, wondering why this always seemed to happenâjust when things seemed to be going well, they unraveled.
As you sat there, staring blankly out the window, the weight of the rejection settled deep into your chest. You tried to convince yourself that it wasnât a big deal, that these things happen, but the familiar voice of self-doubt crept in, louder and sharper than ever. Of course they found someone better. Why wouldnât they?
You couldnât shake the feeling that it was always youânever enough, never quite the right fit. You replayed the last few weeks in your mind, analyzing every detail, every moment, searching for where you might have fallen short. Maybe you werenât interesting enough, not exciting enough, not worth sticking around for.Â
What if Iâm just not the kind of person people choose? The thought gnawed at you, sinking deeper into your mind. Every small flaw, every insecurity felt magnified, and you couldnât help but wonder if this was just how things would always be. Always second place. Always left behind.
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Meanwhile, everything between Spencer and Eli seemed to improve dramatically. Eli was suddenly attentive in ways Spencer hadnât experienced in a long time. They bought Spencer flowers, cooked him dinner, and even made an effort to engage in the things Spencer lovedâwhether it was sitting with him through documentaries or accompanying him on long walks through the city.
Spencer wasnât sure what had sparked this radical change in Eli, but he didnât dare question it. Part of him was afraid that if he asked, the magic would break, and everything would go back to the way it was beforeâthe cold indifference, the emotional distance. For now, he clung to the fleeting happiness, allowing himself to believe that maybe this was the turning point he had been waiting for.Â
But in the back of his mind, a quiet voice whispered that good things never lasted for him, and any moment, it could all disappear. He knew better than to get comfortable, but for now, he basked in the attention, unwilling to let go of this brief glimpse of a perfect relationship.
Eli had never been one for grand gestures, but lately, everything felt different. Spencer came home one evening to find a bouquet of brightly colored flowers on the kitchen table, their fragrance filling the room.Â
"Hey, youâre home!" Eli called from the kitchen, a warm smile on their face as they stirred something on the stove. "I made your favoriteâpasta with garlic bread. Thought you might like something comforting after your day."
Spencer blinked, his mind racing as he tried to process the shift. He set his bag down, cautiously approaching the flowers. "You⊠got these for me?" he asked, his voice soft, unsure.
Eli chuckled and walked over to him, wiping their hands on a dish towel before wrapping their arms around his waist. "Of course, I did. You deserve it, Spencie."
Spencer smiled, though his brow furrowed slightly in confusion. This wasnât like Eli at all. "I⊠thank you. Theyâre beautiful." He leaned down to smell the flowers, a wave of warmth flooding him, but a lingering doubt hovered at the back of his mind.
Later that week, they were sitting together on the couch, something they rarely did. Eli had insisted on watching one of Spencerâs favorite documentaries, something about ancient civilizations that Spencer would usually watch alone.
"I never knew this stuff was so interesting," Eli commented, their head resting on Spencerâs shoulder. "Why didnât you make me watch this with you sooner?"
Spencer looked down at them, unsure of how to respond. "I didnât think it was really your thing," he admitted, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the fabric of Eliâs shirt. "Youâve never really⊠wanted to before."
Eli sat up slightly, turning to face Spencer, their hand coming to rest on his knee. "Well, I want to now," they said, smiling softly.
Spencerâs heart swelled at the words, but the confusion deepened. This was everything he had wanted from Eli for so long, but the sudden shift left him off-balance. Still, he wasnât ready to question itânot when things were finally good. He forced himself to smile back, leaning in to kiss Eliâs forehead.Â
"I appreciate that," he whispered, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. "I justâŠIâm happy."
Eli kissed him softly on the lips, pulling him closer. "I love you, Spencie," they murmured, their words sweet and tender. "And I want to make sure you know that."
Spencer wrapped his arms around them, his mind swirling with unanswered questions. He wanted to ask what had caused this change, what had made Eli suddenly decide to be the partner he had always hoped for. But the fear of losing this fleeting happiness kept him silent. He wasnât ready to risk it all, not yet.
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Penelope had been watching you closely for days, her eyes filled with concern. She knew something was wrong, but you had been keeping your walls up, retreating further into your sadness after things fell apart with Shane. Every attempt she made to drag you out of the apartment had been met with a firm, âIâm just not feeling up to it, Pen.â
But Penelope wasnât one to give up so easily. "Come on, honey, you canât just sit here and stew over that idiot forever," she urged, practically bouncing on her feet. "We need to go out, have some fun, and remind the world who the hell we are!"
"I donât knowâŠ" you trailed off, glancing at the TV as though it had something to offer. But you knew it didnât. You just didnât have the energy.
"Y/N," Penelope said firmly, placing her hands on her hips, "I love you, but sitting in pajamas while watching reality shows for the third night in a row is not how we get over this. You are coming with me."
You sighed, knowing she wasnât going to relent. "Fine," you groaned, finally giving in.
Penelopeâs face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Yes! Shower, now. Iâm doing your makeup, and we are going to paint the town red!"
It wasnât long before she had you dolled up, feeling like a different version of yourself. The two of you hit the town with one goal: to get drunk and forget all about stupid people like Shane. JJ, Emily, and Derek met up with you at the bar, and soon you were all dancing up a storm. The music, the energy, and the friends surrounding you were doing exactly what Penelope had intendedâthey were lifting you out of your funk.
You loved the attention you were getting, and it was absolutely helping you feel better about everything that had happened. The compliments, the laughs, the warmth of your friendsâit was like a balm to the hurt you had been carrying.
After a while, you started feeling parched from all the dancing, so you drifted away from the group to grab some water at the bar. As you reached the counter, you bumped into someone.
"Oh, Iâm sorry," you yelped, turning quickly to see who it was youâd run into.
To your surprise, the body turned around, and there, standing in front of you, was Eli. Your stomach dropped slightly, expecting some snide remark, a cutting comment like the ones youâd heard before.
But instead, Eli let out a light laugh. "No problem!" they said with a smile, their tone unusually friendly.
You blinked, taken aback by the unexpected response. Even Spencer, standing next to Eli, looked just as surprised, his brow furrowed slightly at Eliâs easygoing attitude toward you.
"Uh⊠thanks," you said, forcing a polite smile, still not entirely sure what to make of the encounter.
Eli nodded, still smiling, before turning back to their drink, leaving you standing there, feeling slightly bewildered. You couldnât help but glance at Spencer, who gave you a small, almost apologetic smile, as if to acknowledge how strange the moment had been.
The interaction left you feeling a bit off-kilter, but as you grabbed your water and headed back to the dance floor, you pushed the weirdness aside. Tonight was about you, about having fun and moving on. Whatever Eliâs sudden kindness meant, you werenât going to let it throw you off track.
Soon, you couldnât just brush off the strange interaction because, much to your surprise, Spencer and Eli joined the rest of you on the dance floor. It was a sight you hadnât expected.
âWhoa, pretty boy! I didnât think youâd show!â Derek cheered, clearly having invited Spencer without anyone else knowing.
Spencer gave a half-smile, looking awkward as he stood on the outskirts of the group. âYeah, uh⊠Eli thought it would be fun,â he said, rubbing the back of his neck, his discomfort obvious.
âWell, loosen up, genius!â Emily called out, playfully nudging him. âWeâre here to have fun.â
Eli, however, had no problem jumping right in, grabbing Spencer by the hips and guiding him into the rhythm of the music. Spencerâs movement was stilted, clearly uncomfortable with the attention, but Eli didnât seem to mind, dancing all around him, their hands sliding over his shoulders and down his sides. The contrast between Spencerâs stiff posture and Eliâs free-spirited movements made for an interesting sight.
You tried to brush it off, but the more you watched, the more an odd sense of jealousy began to brew in your chest. Itâs just because Iâm newly single, you told yourself, trying to rationalize the pang of envy. But it didnât feel that simple, and as you watched Eli spin Spencer with a grin, you couldnât help but wonder why it bothered you so much.
Penelope noticed your mood shift immediately, her eyes following your gaze. She knew you too well, and it wasnât long before she saw you slipping off the dance floor, making your way outside for some air. She wasnât surprised at allâyou needed a moment to clear your head.
What did surprise you, though, was when the door opened a few minutes later, and Spencer stepped out, his hands shoved into his pockets as he came to stand next to you. The cool night air felt refreshing against your heated skin, but Spencerâs presence made your heart race slightly, unsure of what to say or do.
Neither of you spoke for a moment, the silence hanging between you like a thread waiting to be pulled.
âYou okay?â Spencer finally asked, his voice soft as he looked at you, the concern clear in his expression.
You shrugged, trying to keep your tone light despite the heaviness in your chest. âYeah, just needed some air. It was getting a little... crowded in there.â
Spencer nodded, his gaze drifting down the street before returning to you. âYeah, I get that,â he said quietly. He shifted his weight, looking almost as uncomfortable out here as he did on the dance floor.
You glanced over at him, curiosity tugging at you. âYou donât really seem like a club guy,â you said, half teasing.
Spencer chuckled awkwardly, his shoulders rising and falling in a small shrug. âIâm not,â he admitted. âI, uh, donât really dance. Eliâs more into that.â
You nodded, watching him for a moment. There was something in his eyesâsomething that made you feel like he wasnât entirely thrilled to be out here either.
âEli seems really into it,â you said, testing the waters, unsure why you even brought it up.
Spencerâs smile faltered for a split second before he nodded again. âYeah,â he replied, his voice quieter this time. He didnât elaborate, and the silence between you grew, filled with unspoken thoughts and emotions that neither of you seemed ready to address.
After a moment, you decided to break the tension. âI didnât expect to see you out tonight.â
Spencer chuckled softly, kicking at a loose pebble with his shoe. âI didnât expect to be out, to be honest,â he admitted. âBut, well... here I am.â
You smiled, feeling a strange connection in that shared sentiment. âYeah, here we are.â
Spencer didnât know why he followed you. Maybe it was the way you quietly slipped away from the group, or maybe it was something deeperâa feeling he couldnât quite explain, like an invisible string pulling him after you. He had hesitated for a moment, glancing at Eli before deciding he needed to step outside.
âHey, uh... is it okay if I step out for some air?â Spencer asked, trying to sound casual.
Eliâs eyes flickered toward the door, then back to him. âWith Y/N?â they asked, their tone neutral, but it made Spencer catch his breath, suddenly nervous that Eli might get upset in front of everyone.
Spencer swallowed hard. âIs that... okay?â he asked tentatively, trying to gauge Eliâs reaction.
Eliâs face softened, a sweet smile forming as they nodded. âYeah, Spencie! Go check on your friend.â
Relief washed over Spencer, though a small knot of confusion lingered. Eliâs sudden sweetness left him feeling a bit unsettled, but he didnât question it. Instead, he gave a small smile in return before quietly making his way outside to join you.
As he stood next to you in the cool night air, the questions he had about Eli faded, replaced by an inexplicable need to be there with you, to share this quiet moment away from the chaos of the night.
You and Spencer remained side by side, chatting politely, both enjoying the quiet reprieve from the crowd inside. The cool night air felt refreshing, a stark contrast to the warm chaos of the dance floor.
âAre you, uhâstill seeing that person from the other week?â Spencer asked awkwardly, his words stumbling out as he glanced at you.
You stiffened slightly at the mention of Shane, the wound still fresh, not something you wanted to discuss right now, especially not here. "No," you said simply, hoping to leave it at that.
Spencer shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting away before he coughed. "Oh," he mumbled, then added, "Iâm sorry. Theyâre an idiot."
You couldnât help but smile, the warmth of his words cutting through some of the lingering pain. "Thank you," you said softly, genuinely appreciating his attempt to comfort you.
Spencer nodded, and when he finally looked at you, something in his expression changed. His eyes locked with yours, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to stand still. He realized in that instant that what he felt looking into your eyesâthis connection, this sparkâwas stronger than anything heâd ever felt with Eli. Every moment he had shared with Eli over the course of their relationship paled in comparison to what he felt standing there with you now.
The realization hit him like a tidal wave, both exhilarating and terrifying. He wasnât sure what to do with this feeling, and the fear of what it meant gripped him tightly. Spencer wasnât ready to confront it, but in that moment, he knew something had shifted between the two of you. And that scared him more than anything.
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The next time you saw him, Eli was by his side once again. The team was gathered to celebrate Aaron Hotchnerâs birthday with a fancy dinner followed by a play, and the atmosphere was light, filled with laughter and easy conversation. The dinner had been delicious, and everyone was in high spirits as you all made your way to the theater, excitement buzzing in the air.
Finding your seats, you realized the universe must have been playing some sort of twisted joke. The numbers on your tickets had placed you directly next to Spencer. It seemed innocent enoughâJJ was on your other side, and Eli sat beside Spencerâbut the proximity between you two felt charged in a way that was hard to ignore.
The lights dimmed, and the show began, captivating the audience almost immediately. You focused on the performance, but you had no idea that Spencer's mind was far from the stage. Since the moment you walked into the restaurant tonight, Spencerâs mind had been a chaotic kaleidoscope of images of you. The way you looked, the way you moved, the sound of your laughâit was overwhelming.
Sitting so close to you now, he felt a primal, almost feral need stirring inside him, something he'd never experienced so intensely before. It was beyond mere attraction; it was hunger. He could barely focus on the play as his thoughts drifted to you again and again.
Spencerâs chest tightened with guilt as his mind began slipping away from innocent thoughts. At first, his musings were harmless, but they quickly escalated to PG-13, and then further, to places he had never allowed himself to go before. He couldnât shake it, this wild, uncontrollable pull toward you. He wanted to tear his thoughts away, but every fiber of his being was hyper-aware of your presence next to him.
It was horribleâhe felt like he was betraying Eli, even though the thoughts stayed locked inside his own head. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as he tried to suppress the desire building within him. He knew he shouldnât be thinking about you like this, not when Eli was sitting right next to him. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldnât shake the intense attraction coursing through his body. The guilt gnawed at him, but the desire burned even stronger.
He felt trapped, stuck between the relationship he had and the undeniable draw he felt toward you. And in that dark theater, surrounded by his friends, Spencerâs thoughts were anything but innocent.
During intermission, Spencer excused himself, practically fleeing to the restroom. Once there, he splashed cold water on his face, hoping to wash away the guilty, indecent thoughts that had plagued him throughout the first half of the play. What the hell is wrong with me? he thought, staring at his reflection, trying to regain control of himself.
Meanwhile, you headed to the concession stand, grabbing a lemonade. It came with a straw, which you twirled absentmindedly as you made your way back to your seat. You settled in, sipping slowly as everyone found their spots again.
When Spencer returned and sat next to you, he tried to focus on anything but youâthe play, Eli, anythingâbut his eyes kept drifting to your lips as you wrapped them around the straw, sipping your drink. The way you casually sipped, completely unaware of the effect you were having on him, made his throat dry.
You noticed his lingering gaze and raised an eyebrow, suppressing a small smile. "Want a sip?" you offered, holding the drink out toward him, your voice teasing but light.
Spencer hesitated for a second, knowing that accepting it would be a bad idea. But then again, what harm could one sip do? "Sure," he replied, his voice low, almost strained.
Instead of taking the cup from your hand, Spencer leaned over, resting his hand lightly on your thigh as he bent toward you. His touch sent a jolt of warmth through you, and your breath hitched as he brought his lips to the straw still clasped in your hand. He took a slow sip, his hand remaining firmly in place, his fingers brushing lightly against the fabric of your dress.
Your face flushed a deep crimson, the simple act of him drinking from the same straw suddenly charged with an intimacy you hadnât anticipated. You glanced quickly at Eli, but they were preoccupied, furiously typing away on their phone, not even noticing what was happening between you and Spencer.
As the lights flickered, signaling the end of intermission, Spencer pulled back, the drink slipping from his lips, but his hand stayed where it was, resting warmly on your thigh. The lights dimmed once more, and the play resumed, but Spencerâs touch remained, grounding you in a way that made it impossible to focus on anything else.
Neither of you said a word, but the unspoken tension between you hung in the air, heavier than ever. You didnât dare move, and neither did he. And as the minutes passed, you could feel the weight of that moment, the quiet acknowledgement that whatever was happening between you was more than just fleeting glances or stolen moments.
Spencerâs hand stayed on your thigh for the rest of the show, and you tried to rationalize it. Itâs probably just the wine he had with dinner, you thought, convincing yourself he was just feeling a bit more friendly than usual. After all, the two of you had bonded that night at the club, and maybe this was just an extension of that. Still, the warmth of his hand lingered longer than it should have, sending ripples of confusion through you.
When the lights came back on and the play ended, you quickly stood, clapping in applause and efficiently removing Spencerâs hand from your leg. You didnât want to dwell on it, but the moment left you feeling uneasy. As the theater cleared, the group gathered outside to say their goodbyes, but you found yourself avoiding Spencerâs gaze.
Leaning over to Penelope, you whispered, "Iâm not feeling so great. I think I need to head out."
Concern flashed across her face, but she didnât question you. "Of course, babe. Letâs go."
After wishing Aaron a happy birthday, you and Penelope left before you could make any eye contact with Spencer. Your thoughts raced as you hurried away, unsure why he had acted the way he did. You didnât hate what had happened, and that made it worse. He has a partner, you reminded yourself, the guilt settling heavily in your chest.
Meanwhile, Spencer and Eli made their way home as well. The silence between them was thick with unspoken tension, but when they arrived, Eli wasted no time initiating an intimate night. Spencer let it happen, going through the motions as his mind drifted back to you. He felt a surge of guilt and self-loathing. As Eliâs hands moved over him, Spencerâs thoughts were filled with the image of you, your laughter, the feel of your thigh beneath his palm. It made him feel like a monster, like he was betraying not only Eli, but you as well.
But what Spencer didnât realize was that he wasnât the only one with someone else on his mind. As Eli kissed him, their thoughts werenât on Spencer either. The unspoken fractures in their relationship were growing wider, with both of them secretly imagining someone else, locked in a cycle of unaddressed desires and unvoiced doubts.
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It was October now, and Halloween was rapidly approachingâSpencer's favorite time of year and his absolute favorite holiday. The excitement had been building for weeks, and it was palpable. He loved everything about Halloweenâthe history, the traditions, and, of course, the chance to dress up and lose himself in the festive spirit.
But as the holiday approached, so did the Halloween party you and Penelope were throwing. The entire team had been invited, along with their partners and a few other friends. It was going to be a night full of fun, laughter, and celebration, and you couldn't wait to show everyone the apartment, which was fully decked out in spooky decorations.Â
Though you were looking forward to the party, there was one thought that kept crossing your mind: Spencer. Heâd be there, of course, with Eli by his side. It was hard to shake the feeling that no matter how much time had passed since that strange, tension-filled evening at the theater, you couldnât stop thinking about him. The truth was, you knew you couldnât have himâhe was spoken for, and no matter what had happened or hadnât happened, he was off-limits.
But that didnât stop you from hoping your costume might catch his eye.
Youâd spent extra time picking out the perfect outfitâsomething that was fun and playful, but with just enough edge to make an impression. Part of you wondered if he would notice, if he would look at you the way he had during the play. Even though you knew it was dangerous territory, the thought lingered in the back of your mind.
As you finished adjusting the final Halloween decorations, you glanced around the apartment, satisfied with how everything had turned out. The anticipation of the party and seeing everyoneâespecially Spencerâleft a mix of excitement and nervousness brewing inside you.
One night, you thought. One night to celebrate, to have fun. Just let it be enough.
By the time people started arriving, your apartment had been fully transformed into a Halloween wonderland. The living room is draped in warm, spooky hues of purple and orange, with bats hanging from the ceiling and a wreath made of autumn leaves and tiny pumpkins framing the window. The couches are decorated with plush pillows and blankets, and a coffee table sits adorned with jack-o'-lanterns, flickering with eerie candlelight, surrounded by scattered fall leaves.
The hallway leading to the party area is wrapped in dark, twisting branches and shimmering orange lights, creating a haunting yet whimsical path. A skeleton sits at the dining table, illuminated by the warm glow of string lights that crisscross overhead, casting playful shadows along the walls.
Further in, an archway framed with grinning pumpkins welcomes guests into a dining area, bathed in the glow of purple lights. Jack-o'-lanterns of all shapes and sizes line the walls, giving the space a playful but eerie ambiance. Itâs the kind of atmosphere that will make the party unforgettable, setting the perfect tone for the night.
You and Penelope stood by the door, greeting your guests as they entered your neon-lit, spooky apartment, handing out glowing necklaces as a fun touch to set the party's mood. Amid the excitement and stress of hosting, you nearly forgot that Spencer would be walking through that door any minute now. Your thoughts had been focused on making sure everything was perfect, greeting the steady stream of guests, and keeping the energy light and fun.
Just as you were handing another glowing necklace to a guest, the front door burst open, and in strolled Derek, as confident as ever, with Emily on one arm and JJ on the other. Emily looked striking in her sleek Morticia Addams costume, with her sharp features highlighted by her dark makeup, and JJ exuded playful fierceness in her Kill Bill-inspired outfit. Penelope, as usual, was a burst of color and creativity in her neon-pink, revealing Alice in Wonderland-esc cat costume.
Derek, dressed as a dashing fighter pilot, took one look at you and Penelope, his eyes wide with exaggerated awe. âWow! My god, you gorgeous ladies are gonna give me a heart attack!â he playfully swooned, placing a hand dramatically over his chest.Â
Penelope grinned, striking a pose next to you, her Cheshire cat grin almost matching the one she had painted on her face. "Careful, Morgan. You might need to be resuscitated."
You couldnât help but laugh at the exchange, but your heart fluttered slightly as you realized that any moment, Spencer would be walking in, and you wondered what he would think when he saw you in your costume.
The whole team had arrived about 20 minutes ago, with everyone dressed to impress, save for Spencer. You couldnât help but worry he wasnât going to come, despite his excitement about Halloween. You tried to stay positive, especially since everyone else seemed to be in good spirits. Even Hotch and Rossi had put in some effort, dressing up as Men in Black, though it was hardly a stretch from their usual lookâvery creative you thought with a smirk.
The party had started in full swing, laughter and music filling the room, but you couldnât shake the slight disappointment. What if he doesnât show?
Then, suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Without thinking, you crossed the room and swung it open, your jaw practically hitting the floor when you saw who was standing on the other side.
There, in all his unnervingly handsome glory, was Spencerâno Eli in sight. He was dressed as Patrick Bateman from American Psycho, complete with a suit, raincoat, and an ax slung over his shoulder. His normally disheveled hair was slicked back, and the blood splatter across his face made him look dangerously alluring. You could feel your heart stutter in your chest.
You stood there with your hand still on the door, staring at him for far too long to be socially acceptable. But Spencer wasnât faring much better. His eyes had widened when he saw you in your Ghostface costumeâthough this was your take of the infamous killer, your fitted corset and thigh-high slit showing more than enough to leave Spencer speechless.
His lips parted slightly, the two of you caught in an awkward, electrifying silence. Neither of you moved or spoke, both seemingly frozen in the moment. You tried to find something to say, but your brain refused to cooperate. He looked breathtaking, and from the look in his eyes, you were certain he thought the same about you.
"Uh⊠wow," Spencer finally managed, his voice low, almost reverent.
You blinked, snapping out of your trance and feeling your cheeks heat up. "Spencer⊠you⊠lookâŠ" You trailed off, biting your lip as your eyes roamed over his form again.
"Yeah," he murmured, his gaze dropping to your costume. "You too." He cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly but never taking his eyes off you.
You stepped aside, finally remembering your manners. "Come in," you said, your voice breathless.
As he walked past you, your heart fluttered wildly in your chest. Tonight was going to be interesting.
âBoy wonder!â Penelope squealed as she caught sight of Spencer walking into the party. Her arms flung open dramatically before pulling him into a big squeeze.Â
"Hey, Pen, great party!" Spencer laughed, his voice warm as he returned her embrace.
JJ approached, tilting her head curiously. "Whereâs Eli?"
Spencer didnât seem fazed by the question as he shrugged casually. "Oh, their friend is having a party tonight too. They might stop by later, but I wouldnât count on it," he replied with a small laugh, seemingly unbothered by Eliâs absence.
Derek, being a sharp observer of Spencerâs moods, raised an eyebrow. â...And youâre cool with this?â
Spencer just smiled brightly, brushing it off with a light chuckle. âYup! We donât have to do everything together.â He laughed again, the sound easygoing and relaxed.
Everyone seemed to accept his answer, nodding along before the party really began to kick into gear. Laughter and conversation flowed easily around the room, the energy of the Halloween festivities keeping everyone entertained.
But despite the natural rhythm of the night, you couldnât quite shake the nagging feeling in the back of your mind. Something about Spencer seemed offânot in a bad way, but different. He seemed almost too happy that Eli hadnât joined him. There was something about his energy, a lightness that hadnât been there before, and the more you watched him throughout the evening, the more you wondered what was really going on beneath that bright smile of his.
You were in the kitchen, pouring yourself a drink, when the sound of footsteps behind you caught your attention. Without hesitation, you glanced over your shoulder and saw Spencer standing there. Instinctively, you turned to face him, not wanting to give him the chance to sneak up on you.
"Hello, Spencer," you greeted with a warm smile, trying to mask the sudden nervous energy that surged through you.
"Y/N," he nodded, stepping a little closer. "You know, maybe we should team up. Might make things easier," he added with a smirk, his costume and demeanor making him look every bit the psycho he was dressed as. The sight of him like that sent your heart racing, and to your dismay, you found yourself stuttering.
"Whâwhat? You, anâanâme?"
Spencer just laughed, the sound low and amused. "Ghostface and Patrick Bateman? Weâd make quite the team."
You chuckled nervously, trying to shake off the butterflies in your stomach. "Oh, hah, yeah, youâre right. So, um, whoâs our first victim?" you asked, playing along with the joke.
Spencer rubbed his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. "Hmm⊠Iâd say we start with the Men in Black. Take out the authority first."
You couldnât help itâthe laugh that erupted from you was genuine and loud, a real cackle that caught you off guard. You quickly covered your mouth, embarrassed by how loud it was.
But before you could fully hide, Spencer reached out and gently grabbed your wrist, lowering your hand. "Donât cover up," he said softly, his eyes locking with yours. "I like your laugh."
His touch sent a warm shiver down your spine, and for a moment, the playful atmosphere shifted into something heavier, something unspoken hanging between you both. You smiled, the blush creeping up your cheeks, unsure of how to respond to the sudden intimacy.
"Thanks," you murmured, your heart thudding in your chest, the moment feeling far more charged than a simple Halloween joke should have been.
You cleared your throat, turning back to focus on your drink, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "So, um, how do we take them out?" you asked, trying to keep the conversation light and playful.
Spencer tapped his chin in mock thought before flashing you a mischievous smirk. "Let's make it a game," he said, his voice low, adding to the playful tension between you. "We have to turn off their glowing necklaces without them noticing. If youâre successful, you get a point. Most points by the end of the night wins."
You grinned at the idea, nodding in agreement. "Alright, youâre on."
And just like that, the game began. You and Spencer spent the rest of the evening sneaking around the party, laughing and conspiring together like mischievous children. Youâd catch each otherâs eye from across the room, silently plotting, and then spring into action, working to stealthily turn off peopleâs glowing necklaces without them noticing.
Every time one of you was successful, youâd stifle giggles, slipping back into the crowd with a triumphant grin. The whole dynamic between you and Spencer had shifted into something newâsomething light, fun, and undeniably flirtatious. Your shared laughter echoed through the room, drawing the attention of the other guests.
It didnât take long for people to notice the change. Derek raised an eyebrow at the two of you, watching as you and Spencer darted around with smiles and whispered jokes. JJ and Emily exchanged knowing glances, clearly curious about this unexpected shift in your relationship. Even Penelope caught on, throwing you a sly look that said sheâd definitely be asking you about this later.
Everyone seemed to be wondering the same thing: Since when did these two get along so well?
But you didnât care. For the first time in a long while, you were having funâreal funâwith Spencer. And, despite the attention from everyone else, you werenât ready for it to stop.
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As the night wrapped up, the energy was still buzzing. Everyone had enjoyed themselves, and the party had been a huge success. You felt a sense of pride as you waved goodbye to your guests, making sure everyone had a designated driver or had called a cab. Once the last person had left, you closed the door, feeling the peaceful silence settle in.
But the quiet didnât last long.
Penelope wasted no time, immediately bombarding you with questions, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Okay, spill! What was that? You and Boy Wonder sneaking around, giggling like a couple of high schoolers? Since when are you and Spencer all⊠flirty?!"
You laughed, still riding the high of the evening, but you could see the concern in Penelopeâs eyes. She leaned in closer, her expression softening as she lowered her voice. "Look, I loved seeing you have fun tonight. Itâs been a while since Iâve seen you smile like that," she admitted, "but I just want you to be careful. Spencer and Eli seem very happy together, and I donât want you getting hurt."
You hesitated, knowing she was right. "I know, Pen," you sighed. "Itâs just⊠it was harmless fun, you know? Nothing serious."
Penelope gave you a look, the one that said she wasnât buying it. "I just donât want you caught up in something messy," she said softly. "You deserve someone whoâs all in, not someone whoâs already got someone else."
You nodded, appreciating her concern, but at the same time, you couldnât shake the way Spencer had looked at you tonight, the way youâd both laughed together like nothing else mattered.
Meanwhile, Spencer drove home in silence, not having had a single drink all night. His mind was still racing from the party, the memories of sneaking around with you and laughing filling his head. The evening had been⊠unexpected. He couldnât deny that heâd had fun, maybe more fun than heâd had in a while.
When he pulled into the parking garage, he noticed Eliâs car wasnât there. He assumed they were still out, maybe spending the night at their friendâs place. It wasnât unusual for Eli to stay out late when they were with friends, and Spencer didnât give it much thought as he unlocked the front door and walked inside.
He moved through the apartment quietly, heading down the hall to the bedroom. But what he didnât expectâwhat stopped him dead in his tracksâwas the sight that greeted him when he opened the bedroom door.
There, in his bed, was Eli. And they werenât alone.
It took a moment for Spencerâs brain to register what he was seeing, but when it did, the shock hit him like a tidal wave. The person with Eliâthe one tangled up in the sheets, very clearly entwined with his partnerâwas none other than Shane, the same person who had taken you on a date.
His heart pounded in his chest as the weight of the betrayal sank in, the scene before him twisting his stomach into knots.
Shane looked up at the sound of the door opening, pulling away from Eli and quickly covering both of them with the blankets, their face contorting into a mix of shock and confusion.
âWhat the hell?â Shane yelled, voice panicked.
That finally snapped Spencer out of his state of shock. âWhat the hell? What the hell! Get out of my fucking bed!â he screamed, his voice cracking with raw emotion.
âYour bed?â Shaneâs face instantly fell, their eyes darting to Eli, whose expression was now cold, almost indifferent. âAre you married?â Shane asked, their voice trembling with fear and disbelief.
Eli scoffed, pushing themselves out of bed, making no effort to cover up. âNo,â they said with a lazy shrug, âthis is Spencer.â
âAnd who is Spencer?â Shane asked, sounding utterly heartbroken.
Spencerâs voice trembled with emotion as he stood frozen in the doorway, tears welling up in his eyes. âYeah, Eli... who is Spencer?â
Eli rolled their eyes, casually pulling on a robe, unfazed by the entire situation. âMy partner,â they said dismissively, as if it meant nothing.
âWhat?â Shane cried out, turning to Spencer, tears streaming down their face. âI am so sorry, I had no idea. Weâweâve been seeing each other for weeks.â Shaneâs voice cracked with guilt and devastation.
Spencer felt like he should have been more hurt by the revelation, but the truth was, Shaneâs emotional investment was far greater than his own. He saw now why Eli had been so suddenly attentive and kindâthere had been someone else.
âItâsâitâs fine,â Spencer muttered, running a shaky hand through his hair, trying to keep it together. âIâll, um, Iâll stay somewhere else tonight. Eli, letâs talk later, okay?â
Eli just nodded, entirely unaffected. âCool.â
With that, Spencer grabbed a few things and left the apartment, feeling numb and hollow.
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Back at your place, you and Penelope were still sitting on the couch, talking about the party, when there was a sudden knock at the door. You exchanged a curious look, not expecting anyone else to stop by at this hour.
Penelope shot up, tiptoeing over to the door and peeking through the peephole. She gasped loudly before rushing back to you, whispering in a hurried panic, âItâs Spencer!â And then, without any warning, she dashed off to her bedroom, the unmistakable sound of the door locking echoing through the apartment.
You let out a long sigh, standing up and making your way over to the door, wondering what could have brought Spencer here so late. You expected him to say heâd forgotten his phone or maybe just needed something small.
But when you opened the door, Spencer didnât say a word.
He didnât ask for anything, didnât explain himself. Instead, he stepped forward, his eyes heavy with emotion, and before you could even react, he reached out, grabbing your face gently but with a sense of urgency. Then, without hesitation, Spencer pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that was both desperate and full of longing.
The world seemed to stop in that moment, your heart pounding as the warmth of his lips consumed you, every thought and question vanishing into the kiss.
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"obstinate, headstrong girl" part 1 - aaron hotchner x fem!reader
in which you meet the incredibly irritating (who said that?) aaron hotchner at a party. you do not hit it off.
wc: 4.6k
cw: enemies to lovers! mentions of food & alcohol, jemily agenda (i'm not sorry), reader is hella stubborn, hotch is kind of a little bitch
a/n: this is part 1 đ there will be more, trust
big fat thank you to my bestie @cerisereids for all her help workshopping / brainstorming with me! i also got the BEAUTIFUL dividers from the immensely talented @saradika-graphics
You hate bars. Most of the time, they feel like a meat market, with men ogling you up and down, surveying you like they have x-ray vision and are trying to determine if youâre worth the chase.Â
Tonight is slightly different in that you are not going to this particular bar to chat up men. Your very good friend, Penelope Garcia, invited you and your other friend, Jacqueline, to a bar for a coworkerâs birthday. Not just any coworker. The coworker, the Derek Morgan, that Penelope just rants and raves about. They are soulmates, from what you understand, in a weirdly flirtatious, sibling-type relationship?Â
Penelope has tried to explain it to you and has always ended up confusing both you and herself. It is what it is, sheâs said in the past. Heâs my chocolate thunder, and Iâm his babygirl.Â
You think itâs best not to try and unpack that.Â
Jacqueline is a couple of years younger than you and Penelope. Sheâs just a couple of years out of college, whereas youâre a couple of years out of college, plus a couple more years. Jacqueline is sweet. Sheâs painfully shy, though, and you and Penelope are determined to break her out of her shell. Thereâs another coworker of Penelopeâs who, from what youâve heard, would be a perfect fit for Jacqueline. His name is Spencer, and heâs supposedly this young, cute genius. Like, actually a genius. Certifiably.
The goal tonight is for Penelope to find a moment to introduce Jacqueline and Spencer. Youâre tagging along so that those intentions could be a little bit better masqueraded. You and Penelope also know for a fact that sweet, sheltered Jacqueline would not attend a party at a bar full of strangers by herself.Â
You donât mind being a chaperone, of sorts. Jacqueline is like a little sister. You just want her to be happy, so you don a cute red dress, pick up Jacqueline in an Uber, and off you go.Â
The bar isnât nearly as crowded as you thought it would be. Itâs still busy, sure, but thereâs enough room to walk around without bumping into someone. That seems to calm Jacquelineâs obvious nerves when you enter the establishment. Your eyes scan the place until you finally spot what appears to be a party room just off the main part of the bar, and you see a flash of familiar blonde hair with pink highlights.Â
âThereâs Penny,â you say to Jacqueline, and nudge her with your elbow to follow you.Â
Youâre the leader as you serpentine through the bar patrons, and Penelope turns around to spot you just as you reach her. âMy sweets!â she squeals, wrapping both you and Jacqueline into a tight hug. âThank you so much for coming!â Penelope gestures to the party room, which is open for integration into the rest of the bar. It all seems very flowy and casual, with guests either standing or sitting with a drink in hand, talking and laughing with one another.Â
Thereâs a table in the corner with decadent cupcakes that youâd bet are homemade, all crowded on a tiered stand, and various birthday decorations hanging from the walls. The jukebox in the corner plays 80s and 90s hits. You spot the birthday boy in an instant across the room, and you know itâs him from Penelopeâs ridiculously detailed descriptions. Heâs like a cheetah, personified, Penelope said before, and yeah, that might be accurate.Â
Except for the bright blue, glittery party hat strapped crookedly to his head and the sparkly sash around his shoulders that says BIRTHDAY BOY in big, bold letters.Â
âThereâs snacks, and water in the corner if youâre not feeling booze,â Penelope goes into full hostess mode and points to everything. âHow about you lovelies get some drinks, and then Iâll introduce you around?â She suggests.Â
Jacqueline is ever the quiet one in all social situations, and you can tell she is overwhelmed by the noise, or maybe the amount of people that she doesnât know. You know that she would be a little less nervous with a drink in her system, so you nod to Penelopeâs suggestion and agree to meet up with her after visiting the bar.Â
Jacqueline follows you like a lost puppy as you snake through the crowd again. One of the few perks of being pretty women, though, is that once you reach the bustling bar, your orders are quickly taken.Â
You get an amaretto sour for yourself, a Malibu pineapple for Jacqueline, and she leans against the bar next to you as you wait for your drinks. âLots of people here!â Jacqueline exclaims with a sheepish chuckle. She smooths the ends of her cinnamon-colored bob, one of her nervous habits youâve picked up on over the few years youâve been friends.Â
âYeah, but we love Penny, and she loves all the people in there,â You nod towards the party room. âSo itâs like we know theyâre cool by association, yâknow?âÂ
âI guess,â Jacqueline shrugs, unconvinced. Sheâs lived a fairly sheltered life, from what you understand. Strict parents, so she never dated in high school, and always focused on her studies in college rather than a social life. Itâs good to get her out of her shell.Â
Youâre given your drinks and you head back to the party room, where Penelope is speaking to two men. Theyâre both tall, but one is younger, with brown hair and a patterned sweater vest. The other is older, with dark, nearly obsidian, hair, and stark, narrowed eyes to match. Heâs in dark, belted jeans, with a black polo to match his hair. When you and Jacqueline approach Penelope, you lock eyes with the older man for a fleeting moment.
He looks at you like youâre an outsider. And sure, maybe in this particular situation, you are. But with his tapered eyes, watching your every breath, you get the feeling that he thinks you shouldnât be here.Â
Penelope ushers you and Jacqueline into the conversation and introduces you. âThis is Y/N, and Jacqueline, my two really good friends,â she says, then gestures to the lanky, younger man first. âThis is the brilliant Dr. Spencer Reid, and the Unit Chief of the BAU, Aaron Hotchner.âÂ
Your eyes land on Aaron and he outstretches his hand, obviously out of obligation. âPleasure to meet you both,â Aaron says coolly, and you shake his hand chastely. Your eyes flicker over to where Jacqueline shakes Dr. Reidâs hand. Heâs already insisting she call him Spencer.Â
Penelope was right, you think. Spencer and Jacqueline have an immediate connection.Â
âLikewise,â you say to Aaron, merely matching the indifferent energy heâs putting out. Penelope, in true hostess fashion, excuses herself to check on Derek, leaving the four of you in an awkward conversation square, with Aaron and Spencer facing you and Jacqueline directly.Â
âPenelope says youâre all in a book club together?â Spencer proffers as a conversation starter. Heâs looking directly at Jacqueline, like heâs got tunnel vision, like sheâs the only other person in the room.Â
She nods and sips her cocktail through the thin plastic straw. âWeâve been going through the classics, one by one. Started with Pride and Prejudice a couple of years ago, now weâre working on War and Peace,â she explains.Â
âOh, fascinating,â Spencer seems incredibly interested by this. âI love Tolstoy. Did you know his wife, Sophia, helped him tremendously during the editing process? Over seven years, she hand wrote the manuscript eight different times, all while carrying and birthing four children.âÂ
Jacqueline loves weird facts like this, so she beams. You smile softly at this and are immediately met with thoughts of how tooth-achingly sweet these two would be if they got together.Â
You and Aaron play audience as Spencer and Jacquelineâs conversation continues for a few moments more, until finally, Spencer suggests they sit at a booth to continue. Jacqueline shoots you a look, like, sorry for abandoning you with the grumpy guy! And you merely shrug as you are left alone with Aaron.Â
âWell, arenât they just adorable?â You flash a bright smile, and when your eyes meet Aaronâs, it falls. Heâs so stoic and unemotional. You know heâs just standing with you to be polite, but at the same time, if heâs so uninterested in having a conversation with you, why is he still here?Â
Aaron gives an impassive hum of civil agreement, and you clear your throat. âSo, youâre Penelopeâs boss, then?â you ask, rather than simply make an excuse to leave this awkward, cringey hellhole of a conversation. Maybe some petty part of you wants to see who will break first.Â
âThatâs correct,â Aaronâs fingers are wrapped around the glass tumbler of what is presumably whiskey that is in his hand. His forearm flexes a little as he shifts the glass in his palm.Â
âWhatâs that like, working for the FBI?â you ask, shifting your weight to one hip as if to tell him that youâre getting comfortable, that he shouldnât expect to go anywhere.Â
âAbout the same as working anyplace else, Iâd expect,â Aaronâs giving you absolutely nothing to work with, so youâre incredibly thankful when Penelope approaches the two of you again.Â
âOh, look at that!â Penelope squeals, squeezing your arm. She nods over to Spencer and Jacqueline, sitting across from one another at a booth, both leaning forward on the table, endearingly engaged in conversation with each other.
Jacquelineâs babyish face is plastered with an earnest smile, and you love seeing your friend so captivated and clearly in her element with Spencer.Â
Penelope was right, theyâre clearly well-suited.Â
Unlike you and Aaron.Â
âAnd what are you two talking about over here?â Penelope croons, waving a teasing finger between you and Aaron.Â
âNot anything in particular,â Aaronâs deep voice beats you to it, and you feel your jaw tense slightly. He avoids contact with you, just stares at Spencer and Jacqueline.Â
âYeah, Penny, I was hoping youâd introduce me to the rest of your team,â you suggest, smiling saccharinely at Aaron before making pleading eyes to your darling blonde friend.Â
Penelopeâs chocolatey brown eyes dart from you, to Aaron, and back, and you can almost see the gears shift in her head. âRight,â she gets it, and you nearly sigh in relief. âCâmon then, Y/N, let me show you off!âÂ
You nod curtly to Aaron. âNice meeting you,â you spout off, totally out of obligation.Â
âLikewise,â says Aaron, mirroring how youâd thrown the terse colloquialism at him before.Â
Your nostrils flare and Penelope manages to drag you away before you rip him a new one. âWhat the hell is all the animosity about?â Penelope asks as soon as youâre out of earshot. You see that Derek, the birthday boy, has approached Aaron in your absence.Â
âNot animosity,â you correct Penelope, taking a chug of your Malibu pineapple. âHe doesnât like me, for some reason. Seemed to have made his mind up on that real fast.âÂ
Penelope scoffs. âHotch?â You deduce quickly that this is Aaronâs nickname. âHeâs such a sweetheart. You must have just caught him in a bad moment, Y/N. I swear, heâs one of the sweetest guys I know!âÂ
You purse your lips and feign an open mind. Penelope introduces you to the rest of her team - David, an older Italian man whose glass of wine cost about three times as much as your cocktail, then JJ and Emily, a blonde and a raven-haired woman who are obviously in love.Â
Emilyâs got her palm splayed across the small of JJâs back, and the blonde leans into her touch. You wonder briefly how their relationship was approved by Aaron Hotchner, because, as you understand it, heâs their boss and he can be quite the stickler.Â
âHe can be a grump at times, thatâs for sure,â Emily says before taking a sip of her wine. âBut heâs a really great boss. Heâd do anything for any one of us.âÂ
âIncluding going to bat for us staying on the team together after our relationship became public,â JJ adds, and you furrow your brows, shooting a sideways glance to the man in question. Heâs still across the room, speaking with Derek, leaning against an empty spot on the wall and nursing his glass tumbler of whiskey.Â
That guy? You think. That guy went to bat for the benefit of other people?Â
âThat surprises me,â you admit. âHe was so cold when we spoke just a few minutes ago.âÂ
JJ, Emily, and Penelope all seem to share a look. They clearly know something you donât. âWell,â Penelope starts, her voice inclining. âHeâs sort of⊠going through a hard time right now,â she scrunches up her nose and shrugs her shoulders, as if to indicate that she canât really say more on the matter.Â
Itâs none of your business, you remind yourself, but you also want to smack Penelope for dangling a carrot like that.Â
âIf he comes off obtrusive, just know youâre not experiencing the real Hotch,â JJ concludes. You spot Emily squeezing her hip as if to say thatâs a good way to put it.Â
Whatever that means, you think, and shrug your shoulders. âNo skin off my back,â you attempt to appear nonchalant. Hopefully they wonât be able to tell that the thought of someone not liking you makes you want to rip your hair out.Â
âRight,â Emily agrees, just as JJ and Penelope share a look.Â
The two blondes smirk at each other. Simultaneously, they say, âProfilers.â And you wonder what the hell thatâs supposed to mean.Â
Over the next thirty minutes, youâre shown around the room by Penelope, introduced to a few more people. Finally, Penelope notices that the cupcakes are all gone and runs off to the kitchen, where she has more store in case of this very specific emergency.
You find yourself tucked away at a table in the corner of the party room, halfway hidden by the imposing and comically large jukebox. As you scan the room, you notice Jacqueline and Spencer still at the booth, still engaged in what appears to be very riveting conversation. Jacquelineâs got this demure, girlish smile on her face, and lightly flushed cheeks.Â
âWhat do you make of that?â A voice asks, and you donât see anyone around. You lean back in your seat and can see through the sliver of visibility between the jukebox and the wall. That Italian man, David, has just asked Aaron the question, gesturing across the room to where Spencer and Jacqueline sit.Â
âHm,â is all Aaron has to say, and you scowl, furrowing your brows as you watch him watch your friend. âShe seems nice enough. Kind of a dud, though, isnât she?âÂ
âA dud?â David repeats, scoffing. âSheâs been keeping up with Boy Wonder for nearly an hour now. Iâd say sheâs either an alien or a miracle.âÂ
Damn straight, you think.Â
âI suppose,â says Aaron, and you roll your eyes. He must hold an ungodly amount of pride. Probably totes it along with his stupidly expensive whiskey and his judgmental expressions and opinions about people he doesnât know. Sure, youâre casting judgment on someone you donât know, too. But this is different⊠somehow. Jacqueline is obviously very earnest and sweet, and Aaron is acting like heâs suspicious of her.
âGarciaâs other friend seems sweet,â David goes on to say. Youâre not ashamed to admit that your ears perk up a little at this. âSheâs fun. Asked me about my wine. Made a joke about cutting a rug with me on the dance floor.âÂ
âSheâs something,â Aaron exhales as he says this, and you feel your jaw tighten a little.Â
Something? What the hell does that mean?Â
âWhat the hell does that mean?â David shares your train of thought, though his voice is lined with an omniscient, teasing lilt. âSheâs cute. You donât want to ask her for her number?âÂ
âNo,â Aaron says quickly, too quickly. âNo, Iâm not even slightly tempted.âÂ
You feel your ears burn, and you look down at the empty glass in your hand. This has been your only drink tonight, and youâve been nursing it for the better part of an hour. You let the condensation slicken your palm.
âWhatâs the matter with you?â David goes on to ask. âSheâs very sweet, and sheâs got a great sense of humor. And sheâs beautiful, I might add. Why arenât you interested?âÂ
You stand up from your seat, deciding youâve had enough eavesdropping for one night. You donât want to hear what faults Aaron Hotchner saw in you after a three-minute conversation. Feeling a bit self-protective, you march past David and Aaron without so much as looking at either of them. You donât know if they notice you.Â
You resolve not to care.Â
Jacqueline joins you at the bar about thirty minutes later, and is smiling like an idiot.âSo, Spencerâs really nice,â she says, breaking out her ID so she can buy another drink. Sheâs so smooth-skinned and utterly gorgeous that she does, in fact, get IDâd every time she orders a drink.Â
âYeah?â You smirk at Jacqueline just as the bartender comes back with your second drink and takes your friendâs order. âHe seems really into you, too.â Even if his friend is a massive prick.
âI think weâre gonna go out,â Jacqueline beams, biting her lip anxiously. âLike, on a date.â
âThatâs great!â You grin, glancing behind Jacqueline to see Spencer speaking with Aaron across the now-dwindling crowd. At this point, thereâs just a handful of patrons for the bar, and only Penelopeâs team remains in the party room for Derek. âYou should! Heâs obviously very polite, maintains good conversation. Iâm only seeing green flags.â Except that his boss is a judgmental tool.Â
âI just get so nervous, yâknow?â Your friend says as the bartender brings her drink.Â
âI know you do, sweetie, but heâs just a guy,â you begin. âHeâs not some cosmic being who will alter the trajectory of your entire life simply by taking you on a date. Heâs-â
âWhat?â Jacqueline follows your eyes, whipping her head around with no amount of subtlety. Her cinnamon curls flounce as she notices the same thing you are. Aaronâs staring at you, those unrelenting raven eyes. Whatâs he trying to do, burn a hole through your head?Â
âOh, Jesus Christ,â you mutter.Â
âWhat is it?â Jacquelineâs constantly aware of the people around her. Itâs a blessing and a curse. Mostly a curse, since youâre her Emotional Support Friend.Â
âI just⊠donât worry about it,â you wave it away, not wanting to stress her out.Â
âNo, what is it?â God. Heâs still looking at you, maintaining his conversation with Spencer. You let your gaze wander and you see his lips moving. Is he talking about you so blatantly?Â
You suppose youâre talking about him, but still.Â
âI just donât like Aaron, thatâs all.âÂ
âWhy not?â Jacquelineâs nutmeg brows furrow, and you meet her confused expression with a shrug.Â
âWe just donât vibe. Donât worry about it, Jackie, seriously,â you nod. âIâm not gonna, like, challenge him to a duel.âÂ
Before Jacqueline can attempt to defend someone she doesnât know (God bless her), Penelopeâs waving at you from the party room and beckoning the two of you towards her.Â
You and Jacqueline grab your drinks and oblige. Derek and Emily are shifting tables out of the way, creating a small, makeshift dance floor in the middle of the party room.Â
JJ is queuing up a few songs on the jukebox, and when âTake My Breath Awayâ by Berlin comes filtering through the speakers, a slightly tipsy Penelope is singing into her margarita and demanding that Derek slow dance with her.Â
You end up standing by Spencer and Aaron, to your dismay, and you think for a second that Spencer isnât going to ask Jacqueline to dance. That wouldnât be totally out of character, but he does, and Jacquelineâs beaming, leaving you alone with Aaron.Â
You let out a slightly annoyed huff and stir your cocktail with the little plastic red straw. You meet his unwavering gaze with narrowed eyes. âDo you like to dance?â You ask with half-assed interest.Â
âNot if I can help it,â Aaron says, and you wonder for a moment if heâs joking. The ever-serious look on his face says otherwise.Â
âI was looking for a pretty young lady!â A voice cuts in, and you turn to see David Rossi, of all people, standing before you.Â
You smile softly. You know he isnât flirting, he isnât romantically interested in you, that heâs just being a nice older man and going out of his way to make you feel included. And you canât help but feel warmth from him. âWe were just talking about dancing,â you bring him into the conversation, clocking how Aaronâs jaw visibly tenses.Â
âAh, dancing. I remember when we had clubs all up and down the streets. You could go in and just dance until your feet hurt,â David prattles, and you purse your lips in the side of your mouth. He only looks like heâs in his early sixties, but you resist the urge to call him old, to tell him heâs acting like a grandpa.Â
âDo you like to dance?â Aaronâs asking you all of a sudden. You spot Penelope and Derek slow dancing as well as Spencer and Jacqueline. Emily and JJ have even joined in on the fun.Â
âI do,â you say simply, pursing your lips at him. And maybe itâs a little mean, but you look at David and plaster a devilish little grin on your face and hold out your hand. âDave? Wanna cut a rug with me?âÂ
Aaron watches as Rossi throws his head back in one of those wheezy, old man laughs.Â
âItâs been a long time since a pretty young lady asked me to dance,â the Italian man jokes, and Aaron knows that is simply not true. As a best-selling author, Rossi weirdly gets a lot of groupies.Â
Aaron feels like he has a smokescreen up, and behind it, heâs fuming. Heâs not jealous of Rossi, because he knows Daveâs just being friendly. But Aaron doesnât think it shouldnât be Dave dancing with you. It should be him.Â
He doesnât know why he told you he doesnât dance. Maybe itâs this whole divorce with Haley. It was finalized nearly six months ago, but Aaronâs still reeling from it, he supposes. Heâs not been on a date. Heâs not even so much as looked at another woman in a romantic capacity, until you walked in tonight. Your hair looks so shiny, your face made up all glowy, like you literally have a halo hovering over you.Â
Itâs incredibly frustrating.
He didnât know what to do. He panicked. He doesnât want to see anyone right now, or at least, thatâs what heâs been telling himself for the past six months. He wants to focus on his job and on being a good dad to Jack.Â
But, god, the way your dress hits you right above the knee. He wants desperately to see your thighs. Heâs been thinking about them all night, actually, how supple the skin might be, how sensitive. Thatâs why heâs been so cold to you all night - heâs trying to push you out of his mind, trying to focus on anything else. But youâve got an attitude and a good sense of humor, and he couldnât help but stare.Â
Itâs the same way he canât help but stare now, when Rossi places one hand on your waist and clasps your other one. Youâve got one palm on Rossiâs shoulder, the other holding your drink as you occasionally sip it.Â
Youâre laughing and Rossiâs got crowsâ feet from smiling, and he sways with you to the music. That song from Top Gun. Aaron wonders briefly if youâre old enough to have even seen Top Gun in the theater.Â
Youâre young. Youâre not too young, per se, but youâre right on the line, Aaron thinks. Heâs gripping his tumbler of whiskey - his third since you entered the party because god, does he need a vice right now - and his jaw is clenched as he watches Rossi twirl you out.Â
Your laugh is heavenly and melodic and Aaron, for a split second, considers leaving just because of it.Â
Aaron leans against the wall by the jukebox, the odd man out, with your friend Jacqueline dancing with Spencer, Garcia with Morgan, and, of course, JJ with Emily. He doesnât mind being the odd man out, watching his team have a good time. Itâs you he feels excluded from.Â
Okay, maybe youâre not totally sober, you realize, as David twirls you out a second time. You hold on tight to your drink, but your steps arenât completely precise, and your back slams into a muscled chest with a clumsy grunt. Amaretto sour splashes over the side of your glass and onto a pair of brown, Italian loafers.Â
Gargantuan hands graze down your elbows, then clench your forearms as you regain your balance, and you turn around to see the brick wall of a person youâve run into. Aaronâs stupidly dark, hazelnut eyes are drawing down your body. They bore into you and you feel your entire face flush, all the way down to your collarbone.Â
âYou spilled your drink,â Aaron exhales sharply through his nose, and you feel your expression harden.Â
âIt was an accident,â you bite back, taking a step away from him, enforcing the space you desperately need to keep from clawing his eyes out. You donât hate people. But, god, is this man getting under your skin.
Aaron opens his mouth, and you think for a split-second that heâs about to reassure you. But he just clamps his mouth shut, into a straight line like a ruler. âRight,â is all he says. You take a deep, serrated breath and turn pointedly on your heel.Â
As you return to David to dance, Derek cuts in, and you and Penelope swap partners. Derek is respectful as he places a hand round the small of your back, and you smile softly when you see Jacqueline and Spencer. Theyâre barely moving, and Jacquelineâs gray-green eyes are looking up into Spencerâs brown ones, and you nod in their direction. âGod, theyâre cute, arenât they?âÂ
âItâs a miracle Pretty Boyâs lasted this long,â Derek chuckles. You arch a brow at this, so he continues. âHe doesnât do too well with the ladies. Not like yours truly,â he jokes, flashing his teeth.Â
âOh, please,â you tease playfully. You tug at his sparkly blue birthday sash to further your point. Derek laughs and spins you around.Â
âSo whatâs going on with you and Hotch?â Derek asks. You roll your eyes.Â
âNothing,â you insist. âI barely know him. I barely know any of you, besides Penelope. God, you guys are really mixed up in each otherâs lives, huh? Iâm definitely not that close with my coworkers.âÂ
âOh, weâre not just close,â Derek laughs. âWeâre family.âÂ
âAnd Aaron is, what, the overbearing father?â You ask. Youâve had a couple drinks, and your filter is more or less nonexistent.Â
âSee, I knew there was something going on between you two,â Derek teases. You glare at him. He holds one hand up defensively. âAlright, alright, Iâll stop, but youâre in for trouble, sweetheart.âÂ
âHow so?âÂ
Derek nods over to Jacqueline and Spencer. Both their feet are still planted in the same spot, but theyâre swaying together. Itâs dorky as hell, but so cute you could cry. You understand what Derek means before he even says it. âYouâre about to become friends-in-law. The more Jacqueline sees Spencer, the more you see Hotch.âÂ
Your eyes flicker over to the man in question, now sitting at a table and talking with David. Thereâs some kind of magnetic tug, and Aaronâs eyes meet yours, and your knees buckle a little beneath you. Either youâre drunker than you thought, or you really are in trouble. Â
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Prom Night
Summary: After everyone shared their sad (or non-existent) prom stories, Penelope decided to host a BAU Prom Night, giving Spencer the perfect excuse to finally ask out Reader
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!ReaderÂ
Category: Fluff, Smut
Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) a bit of miscommunication, jealous Spencer, heavy kissing, fingering, handjob, protected penetrative sex
Authorâs Note: This is my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins Office Party Challenge!
Word count:Â 2.8k
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âAnd thatâs how I ended up with a broken heart on prom night,â JJ concluded her story after a couple of other BAU members had shared their prom experiences in their lunch break.Â
âAww, thatâs so sad!â Penelope cooed.Â
âI didnât even go to prom,â Spencer chimed in. âI mean, I was twelve, but stillâŠâ
Derek looked at you and asked, âWhat about you, pretty girl? Did anything exciting happen on your prom night?â
You took a moment to think about it and shook your head, âDonât even get me started.âÂ
âYou know what!â Penelope suddenly exclaimed. âWe should throw our very own prom night! This way we can make up for all those miserable experiences.â
âThat sounds fun,â JJ agreed. âI would love to take Will to prom.âÂ
âYes, thatâs perfect. Everyone has to bring a date!â Penelope locked eyes with Spencer and made herself very clear, âNo exceptions. Not even for you, doctor.âÂ
Spencer cleared his voice as a slight rosy shade spread over his cheeks. It made you smile to see him like this and you wondered if he already had someone to ask to go to prom with him. His eyes met yours for a moment and your heart immediately skipped a beat.Â
To everyoneâs surprise Hotch agreed to have a BAU Prom Night and made sure that you could use one of the function rooms at Quantico. Over the next few days you helped Penelope figure out the details until the date of your big night was set.Â
Everything was going as planned except for one detail - you still didnât have a date. You were sure that you were the only one at this point, even Spencer seemed to have found someone. At least that was what you assumed after you kept catching him and Derek mumbling about something (or someone) and stopping once you got close enough to eavesdrop.Â
Three days before the festivities began, you and Penelope were waiting for fresh coffee in the kitchen while talking about the perfect color arrangement for decorations. Spencer approached and noticed that the coffee wasnât ready yet, so he joined into the conversation by sharing some facts about color theory.Â
âHey, Y/N,â you turned your head to spot Anderson approaching. âI heard you donât have a date for prom night yet.âÂ
âYou donât?â Spencer exclaimed. âI thought you had a boyfriend.âÂ
You flashed him a confused look and muttered, âWhat? No.â
âBut you mentioned this guy a few weeks ago. I overheard you talking about a date with him,â Spencer stammered.Â
âI never heard from him again,â you clarified and turned to Anderson. âAnd no, I donât have a prom date yet.âÂ
The man you had never paid any attention to before smiled at you and said, âWell, now you do!âÂ
Spencer looked shocked at Andersonâs words and stormed out of the room without saying anything. You had never seen him acting this way and watched as he disappeared in the empty conference room. You flashed Anderson an apologetic look before following Spencer to talk to him.Â
You found him sitting at the table, pretending to look through a file when you sat down beside him. âSpencer, whatâs going on?âÂ
âI thought you already had a date,â he mumbled without looking at you. âAnd now youâre going with Anderson.â
Slowly you got a hunch what all of this was about. It made your heart flutter to realize that he wanted to ask you out.Â
âI havenât agreed to go with him, yet,â you told him.Â
He finally locked eyes with you and asked, âDo you want to go with him?âÂ
âI donât want to go alone. But the guy I actually want to go with hasnât asked me yet.âÂ
Spencer didnât respond, instead his eyes found the file on the desk again. You couldnât believe how oblivious he was and realized that you had to spell it out for him. âSpencer, Iâm talking about you.âÂ
âWh..What?â It took a few seconds until he realized the meaning of your words. âOh.âÂ
âAre you gonna ask me out now or what?â You giggled.Â
âYes! Yes. Uhm,â he cleared his voice and took a deep breath. âDo you want to go to prom with me?â
You smiled at him and nodded. âI would love to.âÂ
A wide grin appeared on his face and you noticed a sparkle in his eyes you had never seen before. Spencer seemed genuinely happy.Â
âShould I uhm⊠pick you up at your place?â Spencer wondered.Â
âNo, Iâll get ready here because I have to help with decorations. But you could pick me up right here and weâll walk down to the function room together?âÂ
âThat sounds lovely.âÂ
After you turned down Andersonâs invitation, you and the rest of the team had to get back to your job for the next few days. It was hard to focus on work as your mind kept drifting off to the fact that Spencer had finally asked you out. Anytime that thought crossed your mind, you felt your cheeks heating up and your heart began beating erratically inside your chest.Â
For the first time since you started working at the BAU, Spencer didn't look right away whenever your eyes met his. His glances lingered on you and it made you feel like you were the only person in the room with him.
When the big night finally arrived, you spent most of the day preparing the function room for the evening. About thirty minutes before everyone else would arrive, you hastily disappeared in the restroom to change into your dress, fix your hair and put on some make-up.Â
Spencer arrived at the conference room just a few minutes after you. He wore suits most days but you had never seen him wearing anything that fancy. He looked incredibly handsome in his black suit, white dress shirt and bow tie.Â
Before you had a chance to tell him how gorgeous he looked, he stammered, âWow⊠you look stunning.âÂ
Your fingertips brushed over the soft fabric of your dress as if to straighten out wrinkles that werenât there. A wide smile spread over your face at the compliment. It was no coincidence that you picked a purple dress, aware that it was Spencerâs favorite color.Â
âThank you. You look very handsome, too.â
A rosy shade spread over Spencerâs cheeks while his lips curled into a coy smile. The two of you stood there in silence for a few moments until he seemed to remember the item he held in his hands.Â
âHere, I got you something,â he said as he let you take a look.Â
It was a small corsage with white and lavender-colored blossoms. It matched your dress perfectly. You reached out your hand, implicitly telling him to put it over your wrist.Â
His fingertips gently brushed over the back of your hand as he placed the corsage on your arm. His touch was innocent but ignited sparks inside your chest nonetheless. He must have felt it too because when his eyes found yours you noticed that warm glimmer in them again.Â
As the two of you entered the function room the party had already started. The dance floor was filled with your coworkers, moving in ways you had never seen before. The colors of the balloons matched the rest of the decor and you were more than happy that everything had worked out so wonderfully.
âSo, what do you think about your very first prom, boy wonder?â Penelope giggled as she approached the both of you.Â
âItâs perfect,â was all he had to say.
Penelope grabbed you both at your arms to pull you onto the dance floor. Spencer protested at first but gave in once you took his hand in yours. You joined the others in their silly little dances and to your surprise, Spencer did too. That was until a slow song came on.Â
As if it was the most natural thing in the world, he turned to you and placed his hands on your waist. You let yours rest on his shoulders and began swaying from side to side.Â
âSorry, I have no idea what Iâm doing,â he chuckled as he looked down at his feet.Â
âYouâre doing great, Spencer,â you sincerely responded as you moved a little closer towards him until there barely was any distance left between your bodies.Â
âIs this better than your actual prom night?â He wanted to know. âYou never actually told us about it.âÂ
You couldn't stop your hands from moving to the nape of his neck, gently playing with a few loose curls as you purred, âItâs so much better.â
Just when you thought that he was about to lean down to kiss you, you noticed the high-pitched laughter of your female coworkers.Â
âAah, look! They are exactly like those teenagers in every high school romcom!â JJ chirped as she pulled out her phone to snap a picture of the two of you.Â
You turned your head to find her face in the crowd, prompting Penelope to chime in, âNo, donât stop, my two lovebirds! Go on, kiss!âÂ
You felt your cheeks heating up at the realization that you had an audience in this intimate moment.
âDo you wanna try out the photo booth?â Spencer suggested to get away from the curious glances of your work family.Â
âThat sounds fun!â
And it was fun. You spent a while posing like those typical prom couples before taking a bunch of silly pictures with the props Penelope had bought.Â
âOkay, I think weâre done,â you laughed once your cheeks started hurting from smiling so much.Â
Spencer shook his head and pressed the button once more. âOne last set!âÂ
Just when the countdown of the camera reached the number zero, you felt Spencerâs lips on your cheek. Your head was spinning after everything that had happened tonight. It seemed like finally being close to the man you had pined after for months gave you the courage to show some initiative.Â
You turned your head to find his mouth, capturing it in a soft kiss with no intention to stop even after the last photo was taken. Kissing him then was chaste and sweet and so, so perfect.Â
âBusted!â You heard Derekâs voice as he approached the photo booth with his date. âYou two should get a room.âÂ
Almost in unison the both of you responded, âShut up, Morgan.â
The next few hours flew by quicker than either of you would have liked. Spencer must have noticed how exhausted you were, so he offered, âItâs getting pretty late. I can drive you home if you want?â
Even though you didn't want this night to end, you knew that it was probably for the best. âYeah, I would like that.â
Spencer nodded and took your hand as he led you out of the room. The way to his car seemed endless and the need to be close to each other was all-consuming. There was no way you could make it without giving into your desperation.
The elevator seemed like the perfect place for your second kiss. Spencer pushed you against one of the walls, his hands cupping your face as he leaned down to find your lips. This time it was far from innocent, the way he instantly deepened the kiss let you know that he must have fantasized about this moment for just as long as you had.Â
âYouâre so beautiful,â he breathed against your lips. âIâll never get enough of you.âÂ
What followed felt like a haze, between longing glances, sweet kisses and bright laughter you somehow made it to your doorstep. Spencer leaned down to find your lips once more before he said, âI would really like to take you out to dinner sometime.â
You kissed him again and mumbled against his lips, âI would like that, too.â
His smile was soft when he purred, âGoodnight. I had a great time tonight.âÂ
Right when you wanted to respond, you remembered something. Your facial expression must have given it away, because Spencer furrowed his eyebrows and asked, âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
Without really thinking about it, you told him, âI canât get out of this dress alone.â
His saccharine smile morphed into a playful smirk. âIs that so?â
âI know that sounds like the lamest excuse to⊠you know,â you giggled. âBut it's true. Penelope had to help me put it on earlier. Thereâs no way Iâll be able to get it off on my own.âÂ
Instead of teasing you some more, Spencer simply followed you inside your apartment. You lost the ability to form any coherent thought once you turned around and Spencer touched your back to undo the zipper. He opened it all the way down to the small of your back. The way his knuckles brushed over your exposed skin was intoxicating.
Once the dress dropped to the floor, you turned around again. Spencer let his sight wander over body for a split second before he found your eyes. You noticed how his fingers twitched and he licked over his lips.Â
âIf you donât tell me to leave right now I wonât be able to hold back anymore.â
You stepped closer to him and whispered, âStay.âÂ
That was all he needed to hear. His hands were on you in an instant, exploring the curves and dips of your body while your bodies melted into one another in a passionate kiss. With joined forces you helped each other shed each piece of clothing as you stumbled into your bedroom. Spencer pushed you onto the mattress and you welcomed him on top of you.Â
He began trailing kisses down your neck before biting down on your pulse point. Your whole body felt like it was floating on a cloud as you felt his lips wandering over your skin.Â
âWould you have let him take your dress off, too?â He mumbled against your neck.
It took you a moment to realize that he was talking about Anderson. âNo,â you sighed. âIâm yours, Spencer.â
He moaned in response to your words and found your lips once more. One of his hands wandered down your body, greedily grabbing at your skin until it found its destination between your legs. The moment he noticed that you were already dripping with desire for him, he groaned, âYouâre mine.â
Your whole body felt like it was on fire when he began dragging his fingertips through your slick folds. When he focussed on your little bud, you couldn't help but start to grind your core against his hand. Your own hands became curious and wandered from his shoulders down his body until your fingers could wrap around his hardness.Â
The sounds of his pleasure spurred you further on as you moved your hand up and down, letting your thumb glide over his weeping tip. He felt hot and heavy inside your palm and you got impatient to find out how good heâd feel inside of you.Â
Spencer's eyes followed your hand when it let go of him to grab a condom from the nightstand instead. He was quick to put it on before kneeling between your legs. The way he took a moment to let his eyes graze over your body almost felt more intimate than anything you had done until then.Â
When he leaned over you he reached between your bodies to guide his cock to your opening. Your body welcomed him without any resistance and you relished the sensation of him filling you out perfectly.Â
âFuck!â He groaned as you clenched around him. âI have wanted to do this for so long.âÂ
With your arms and legs wrapped around his body you brought him impossibly close.Â
âTake me,â you demanded before kissing him again.
He began pushing into you, slowly at first but with an accelerated pace once he seemed sure that you could take it. The room filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure and your bodies colliding over and over again.Â
When he felt you getting tighter around him, he propped himself up on one arm and reached down between your bodies with his other hand. When he found your most sensitive spot, he instantly began drawing tight circles around it.Â
âAre you gonna come for me?â He sighed as if it hadnât been obvious.Â
You were already too far gone to answer him, your climax taking the both of you by surprise. When he felt your walls pulsing around his hardness he praised you, âGood girl.âÂ
Just a few moments later he fell over the edge himself, throbbing inside you before collapsing into your arms. He began mumbling sweet nothings into your ear while your fingertips danced over his back.Â
After cleaning up, you found your home in each other's arms.Â
âIâm really glad I got to experience my first prom with you,â Spencer cooed before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. âI canât believe you almost went with Anderson though.â
âI can't believe you almost didnât ask me out,â You snickered in response.
âFair point.â
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Last, Last Time (alternate ending)
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (she/her pronouns)
WC: ~8.2k
TW: Angst, guns, violence, mentions of domestic violence, blood, swearing, depression, kidnapping, manipulation, self-deprecating thoughts, heartbreak, arguing, the grieving process, drinking, screaming, crying, being under pressure, and anything else that comes with a criminal minds episode.
a/n: based on S15 E6 - first date. I love u aubrey plaza <3. Also inspired by the song Last, Last Time by Boys Go To Jupiter.
hey guys! some people had asked me about a happy ending version of this, and I've never really written an alternate ending before, I was struggling with whether I wanted this to be good angst or not, so having been swayed....here is the alternate ending!
Original Spencer Masterlist
âSpencer I wonâtâI canât keep doing this. Iâm sick of arguing in circles.âÂ
âY/nâŠâ
âI-I feel like you take me for fucking granted Spencer. All I do is work and then come home and wait for you to actually be able to, I donât know, sleep in the same bed as me for more than four hours.â
The look in his eyes almost took you out but your heart had already been broken long, long before this argument. If anything, you were starting to feel this sense of freedom as you broke his heart.Â
âPlease. Y/n. JustâI donâtâJust give me a few days to convince Hotch to let me have some time off and we can work on this please.âÂ
âWait for the potential of us?âÂ
Spencerâs jaw loosened. You couldnât read beyond the initial layer of pain and confusion, which made your chest ache since not too long ago you could have been able to find everything you needed in his expression.
âGod Spencer this canât be fucking news to you. Weâve been drifting apart for months now.âÂ
âI know, I know. You have been so patient with me and Iâve just beenâŠ.there was that whole thing with Cat and thenâŠ.I-I was trying so hard y/nâŠâ
âNo, first there was that whole thing with Maeve.â
âThatâs not fairââ
âOh thatâs not fair? Really? Youâre going to tell me the entire Maeve thing isnât fair to you?â
âIâm sorry.â
You sighed and closed your eyes. âIâm not saying you werenât trying but come one Spencer. Thereâs no need to deny this shit anymore. I hate it when you lie to me about these kinds of things.âÂ
Spencerâs hand came up to his face and it dragged down, aging him significantly with the fatigue written all over his face.Â
âSo youâre just going to pack up everything, break my heart, and leave? Were you even going to say goodbye, or was I going to come home to an empty home and no noteâŠâÂ
âI-I donât know Spencer. I just donâtâŠâÂ
The tears were starting to creep in, and you had to place the box down before you lost it.
âThis isnât easy for me eitherâŠâ Your chest heaved.Â
The both of you stood in silence, tension simmering surrounding the both of you like heat on a summerâs eve. Neither of you could really look at one another, but it felt wrong to look at anything else. Something was missing but you couldnât say it outloud. You knew you would always love Spencer Reid but this time it was not enough.Â
âIâm tired of arguing Spencer.âÂ
Your eyes met his. You felt Spencerâs arms around you before you could even feel the tears hit your cheeks. Your arms immediately went to his neck, so familiar. No longer home.Â
Spencerâs voice muttered into your ear. âDonât cry Jolie. Itâll be okay..âÂ
About three years ago, Spencer had decided that he didnât like that you had nicknames for him, and he had none for you. He spent weeks workshopping different ones : Sugar, Honey, Pumpkin, Sweetheart, Darlin, Pookie, Lover, Sunny (like sunshine), Sunshineâit was a wild week trying to figure out who he was talking to. Then one day, offhandedly, he was trying to tell you about this french film he had been watching, and trying to get Emily to watch with him.Â
He called you âtres jolieâ, and blushing you had asked him what it meant. He told you it meant pretty.Â
And it stuck.Â
Now? It stung.Â
All you could do was squeeze tightly onto him, not ready to let go.
âYouâre so pretty when youâre lying through your teeth.â You whispered after a few moments, pulling away out of his arms.Â
âI.â You swallow and step back, out of his reach. âMaybe Iâll.âÂ
Spencer just looked up at the ceiling, trying to hold in the tears that were streaming down his face.Â
You grabbed the last box on the counter and your keys, and walked out, for the last time.Â
You awoke in your bed, eyes adjusting to the complete darkness the blackout curtains provided you.Â
Another fucking night thinking about your decision those four years ago, and trying to decided whether your life had gotten better because of it.
You still werenât sure. Â
Moving to get up from the bed, you decided to leave the curtains closed for now, feeling as if you could melt from the sun touching you.Â
You turned on the bathroom light and started your morning routine. Wash face. Take meds. Brush teeth. Fix hairâ
Somewhere in that process, you got lost, and just stared at yourself in the mirror. You werenât sure for how long. All you could do was replay the last four years.Â
Did you make the right choice?
Something was missing. It was missing from the spot on the couch. It was missing in the mug cabinet. It was missing in the kitchen while you played music and moved around by yourself.Â
But you were happy. You have been able to throw yourself into your job, and open your own firm. You had your dream career, with some of the most amazing friends you could have asked for.Â
None of which you would have met if you stayed with him.Â
Maybe it was true what they say, you can only have a career or love, but not both.
The only thing taking you out of this spiral was the ringer on your phone going off.Â
This caused some hesitation because your phoneâs ringer was always offââthe loud noise startling you. There were only a few people who had that emergency bypass, and none of them had called you in four years.Â
You peaked out of the bathroom and saw the name light up on your phone.Â
Emily Prentiss
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The door to the round room opened up and in walked Spencer Reid. âCatch me up.âÂ
Prentiss clicked the remote, and the TV lit up with a picture of a woman smirking facing the camera while holding a gun up to another one next to her. âEarly this morning, Garcia got an email from an anonymous server.â
The second woman was tied up, mouth slightly open, and eyes filled with tears, while a man on the other side just had his eyes closed, tired. .Â
Spencer just stared at the photo.Â
Rossi nodded at the picture. âShe's not obscuring her face, telling us she's got nothing to hide.â
He never pulled focus away from the screen, mouth dry at the thought of what today was about to be.âAny ideas on the unsub?â
âNo.â Prentiss sighed. âOnly the unsub's demand. That we release Catherine Adams in 24 hours. I'm having her transferred here for questioning, but we have no illusions. This is just a game to her. We know that. The question is, do we want to play it or not?â
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Receiving a call from the FBI was not entirely new to you, since you had been engaged to one of their agents, but receiving one now? Something was deeply wrong from them to have to send you a call.Â
You hesitantly pick up the phone. âHello?â
âHey Y/n, itâs Emily Prentissââ
âI know who you are, Emily. Itâs been a couple years, not millions.âÂ
Emily hummed a brief laughter, and you could hear other voices behind her, unable to make out anything.Â
âI know this is hard to ask of you, but would you stay on the phone with me and come in?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âI need you to stay very calm Y/n, but I need you to stay on the line with me, leave your apartment as soon as you can, and drive to the BAU.âÂ
âUh, yeah Em. Iâm so sorry, I, uh, I completely forgot about our plans today. Let me get ready, and Iâll be there as soon as I can. Are we still meeting at your place or did you have a different location in the city?âÂ
âWeâll be at Quantico.âÂ
Your entire tone changed, having remembered what Spencer had told you all those years ago about if people were listening into your apartment, if they bugged your carâall paranoia that didnât pay off then, might be paying off now.Â
You were sure you could hear Emily sigh, and it sounded a little upset at the fact that you knew what to doâyou knew how to handle a dangerous situation, which made her question everything in her life.Â
Quickly you pulled on a pair of jeans and threw a sweatshirt over your pajama top and grabbed your keys off of the counter.Â
Today was already stressful enough, what was the point of adding a bra.Â
You left your apartment, waved to one of your neighbors, and hopped into your car, still on the line, just trying not to panic. Maybe something went wrong, maybe Spencer wasnât okay, maybe he had diedâyou refused to even acknowledge that thought and decided it was something else entirely.Â
It was a very tense hour of driving, that was only about forty since you knew how to drive above the speed limit.Â
You realized that it was past midday, and you had taken full advantage of the weekend. So at least you had a decent amount of sleep under your belt for what felt like the beginning of an extraneous night.Â
As you pulled into the parking garage, Emily Prentiss and someone you had never met before were standing there waiting for you. You placed your car in park, hopped out and walked up to themâonly hanging up as soon as you were out of the car.Â
Both of them have such grim looks on their faces, but at least they were trying to pretend like the situation wasnât as bad as it appeared.
Emily engulfed you in a hug. âMissed you Y/n. Itâs been too long.âÂ
âWell Em, next time I break up with someone Iâll consider your feelings first.â You squeezed her back, dryly laughing at your own joke. At least it caused Emily to snort.Â
âY/n this is SSA Luke Alvez. Luke, this is Y/n Y/l/n.â
âItâs nice to meet you.â He gave a small smile and nodded at you.
âI wish it were under different circumstances.â You looked over at Emily.
âLetâs head inside?âÂ
You nodded and the three of you moved inside.Â
Sure, you hadnât been here in a while, but you knew your way to the BAU Bullpen if your life depended on it, which was ironic since that was what this kinda felt like.Â
As soon as you were safely in their round table room, Luke shut the door, and stood by it, Emily coming and sitting down next to you.Â
âWhat do you know about Cat Adams?âÂ
That bitch.Â
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âI would like to go on a date. With you.âÂ
Spencer stared at her, face stoic as ever. âA date?â
âYes. I want to look pretty. And I want to have fun.â She looked him up and down. âAnd I won't even get physical, ok? Unless you want me to.â
Spencer sat down across from her. âCome here. Closer.â
Cat leaned in, a small smile on her face, absolutely intoxicated by being so close to him.
âThe only date that I'll be there for is the one where they stick a needle in your vein.â
Cat scoffed. âYou're just going to let her father and sister die? I don't think so.â
âI never said it was a father and daughter. You're already slipping.â He stood up from the table. âWe'll find them. We always do.â
Cat leaned back and crossed her arms. âNot tonight. Tonight I win.â
His resolution had yet to change, âThe score between me and you is two to zero. By tomorrow morning, it'll be a clean sweep. Enjoy eternal nothingness. It's a metaphor for your life.âÂ
And with that, the door slammed shut behind him.
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Both the profilers watched a series of emotions run rampant across your face, before you settled on a somewhat displeased smile. âA lot.âÂ
They exchanged a look, and you didnât have the energy to pretend like you didnât know what it was.Â
âDonât start with me today Emily. I know what youâre doing. Ask me the questions you want to ask. Donât try to trick me into giving the answers you want. Donât profile me.âÂ
Part of being engaged to a profiler meant you picked up on some of their own quirks. Which meant you saw Alvez bite his tongue and try to hide his smile. And you noticed that Emily, on the other hand, hid her smile a bit better but it was still there.
She nodded and pulled a file from across the table. âIâm assuming you know the basics since she, uh, is obsessed with Spencer.â
âGlad to see he still has that going for him.â You muttered and looked into the file.Â
Emily shot Luke a look when he let out a huff or air, trying his damndest not to laugh.Â
âWhat is the last thing you know about her?âÂ
You recounted the days leading up to the restaurant, and then the few days after, decidedly stopping short of the engagement breaking off a week later.Â
They shared another look, and you didnât enjoy whatever it was that had moved across their faces.Â
âWhat happened?âÂ
âY/n..â
âNo Emily, I drove all the way from DC to Quantico on the phone, I deserve to know what happened.âÂ
Emily then begins to explain to you the past four years of Reidâs life. Cat pretending she was pregnant with his kid in prison, kidnapping his mother, framing him for murder in Mexico, going to prisonâ
âSpencer went to prison and none of you thought to call meâŠ.â
âWe didnât think youâdââÂ
âIâm a fucking criminal defense attorney in DC Emily. Of course Iâd want to know if he was arrested, especially internationally. I know that law better than all of you. If someone I knew was kidnapped, Iâd call you immediately. Faster than the cops.âÂ
Both of them went silent.Â
âSo is he out?âÂ
They nodded slowly, silently.Â
âHow long was he in there?â
Nothing.Â
âI asked. How. Long.â
Luke spoke up. âThree months.âÂ
âJesus christ.â You stood up and started to pace around the room, taking the time you needed to calm down.Â
Why didnât Spencer call you?
Well you knew why Spencer wouldnât call you.Â
âOkay so heâs out.â You said finally. âWhy am I hereâHe didnât startâŠ.did he?âÂ
Emily shook her head. âHeâs actually been really good about it.â She said softly, trying to calm you down.Â
You started fidgeting with your rign finger; a habit you have picked up many years ago, and have yet to lose, even if the ring wasnât there anymore.Â
âCatâs execution is coming up.â Emily started, trying to get you back on track. âAnd weâŠ.we found out that sheâs convinced one of her former cellmates to kidnap...peopleâŠclose to Reid, and we knew youâd be on that list for him.âÂ
âShe already ruined that relationship years ago, she won that one. Why would she bring me back into it?â You sat down and looked down at the file on the table. You had never really seen a photo of her before, doing your best to avoid all of the media surrounding her arrest.Â
She was very pretty, that much was certain.Â
Just as you went to say something else, JJ knocked on the door, another blonde woman behind her.Â
They entered and JJ gave you a small, yet genuine smile.Â
You returned it, but quickly shifted your gaze onto the woman behind.Â
Your whole body shifted slightly, into a place of defense, locking your emotions down. You knew all the profilers were watching it happen in real time, which is why Emily very casually put a hand on your knee under the table.Â
âWould someone like to tell me what is going on here?âÂ
Your head turned as you looked over to Emilt, bewildered by this woman and her, well, bewilderment.Â
JJ walked over and sat down on the other side of you. âUh, Max, this is Unit Cheif Emily Prentiss and SSA Luke Alvez.â She pursed her lips before looking over at you. âAnd this is another one of the victims affected by Cat Adams, Y/n Y/l/n.âÂ
Max had crossed her arms and nodded. âVictims?âÂ
You quickly onced her over, a slightly unimpressed look crossing your features. âPeople close to Spencer get fucked over a lot.â This came out with a sigh attached to it.Â
Max almost scoffed, but you watched as she nodded. âAnd how do you know Spencer?âÂ
Your eyes met with Emilyâs really quickly.Â
Emily looked over at Max. âSheâsâŠâ
âIâm Spencerâs ex-fiancĂ©.â
It felt better to let this poor girl know, but somehow saying the words out loud left the most rotten taste in your mouth.Â
Watching Maxâs defenses go up in real time was a little sobering.
At least Spencerâs taste in partners with attitude hadnât changed.Â
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âVictimology is off.â
âHow so?â Prentiss looked up at him as he walked into the room.Â
âFather and daughter. Sheâs never done that before.âÂ
Lewis spoke up. âShe usually kills men that remind her of her father. Childrenâeven adult children, are off limits. Do we have an ID yet.âÂ
Prentiss, Rossi, Garcia, and JJ all looked over at Reid, and he just pulled a hand down his face. âItâsâŠItâs Issac and Noelle Y/l/n.âÂ
âY/l/nâŠas is Y/n Y/l/n.â Tara looked up surprised at Spencer.Â
Reid nodded slowly, just staring at the picture on the projector.
While Luke spoke up. âWho is Y/n Y/l/n.âÂ
âAn old friend.â Rossi quickly interjected, before any more explanation had to be said. It was clear both Alvez and Simmons, that whoever this was, was an extremely touchy subject for Reid.Â
Tara, who had only known you for a little while, looked back at the picture.Â
Rossie spoke up. âWhat do we know about the partner whoâs helping her?âÂ
âItâs got to be someone from her prison.â Simmons spoke up. âShe hasnât had contact with anyone else?âÂ
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After all of that, you found yourself back in a place you swore you left for the last time. It looked almost the same as when you had first moved out, but there was less of it.Â
Almost as if he was having trouble covering places where things used to be.
There were almost no photos on the walls, since you were half of them, and had taken the rest.Â
Calling someone you once loved a stranger feels wrong.Â
Max was just sitting on the couch in your spot. She was looking around as you and Rossi stood by the kitchen counter.Â
She had, understandably, decided she was not your biggest fan.
âCat had a cellmate named Juliette Weaver. We believe the two were working together, as a way for Cat to get something against Spencer, and as payment, Cat would hurt Julietteâs ex.â
You nodded. âHow does this affect me?âÂ
âShe took your father and sister.âÂ
Your back straightened and immediately brought out your phone, to call your sister, but Rossi just placed a hand on your phone and shook his head. âIf she finds out you know, then itâs all over. Sheâs doing this on purpose. She knows about you and Reid, but she knows that dragging you into all of this will hurt him more than anything else.âÂ
His voice had gone low and quiet, so that the girl on the couch couldnât hear. JJ, who was on the couch, talking to Max, looked like she was trying to block out whatever conversation was happening in the kitchen.Â
âSo why is she here?â You whispered back.Â
âBecause we donât want anyone in danger, and itâs better for us if we have eyes on both of youâÂ
You closed your eyes and nodded. âI need a cup of tea.âÂ
Rossi nodded, and placed your phone on the counter, and you walked into the kitchen,eyes closed from the stress of the situation.Â
The apartment went silent, watching as you grabbed a kettle, and started to make tea. It was like second nature to you as you turned the stovetop on, grabbed a mug from the cabinet (careful to not grab one of his favorites), and grabbed some tea from the cabinet.Â
It didnât dawn on you that you were drinking your favorite type of tea until the second sip, while the entire apartment was still silent.Â
The pity from JJ and Rossi was palpable.Â
The disbelief from Max was a boulder on you back, like Atlas transferring the world to your shoulders.Â
âDonât even start.â You muttered, moving to sit down back next to Rossi on the kitchen stools.Â
He shrugged and stayed silent.Â
That is, until JJâs walkie went off and she looked at Max. âItâs time. Letâs go.âÂ
Rossi looked over at you and gave you a quick hug, squeezing you tightly. âYouâve got this kid. Remember everything we talked about.âÂ
You nodded and gave both agents a strained smile as they left the apartment, taking Max with them, leaving you all alone in this place you once called home.
Never once, since you left, did you think you would ever be back here. You didnât even realize you were drinking from one of your own mugs until it was just you. The irony of it was not lost on you, and you sat down in your spot on the couch.Â
Well first you sat in Spencerâs seat but it felt too weird, so you shifted back into your spot on the couch.Â
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âJuliette staked out in Reidâs life. Found out he was dating someone, but then must have discovered his ex-fiancĂ©e.â Simmons sighed. âHe was probably so focused on Max, he didnât even realize that someone was digging into his history, following them around.â
Prentiss nodded as they walked and talked. âBut if Juliette was able to find Max, that meant she was easily able to find Y/n and her family. Plus, Y/n is not that hard to findâsheâs a prominent public attorney in DC. That means Juliette mustâve had access to all of her publicly available information. â
âWell at least we found their hidden agenda.âÂ
âNo. We found Catâs hidden agenda. Juliette doesnât care about Reid. Thereâs something weâre missing here. Do a deep dive with Garcia.âÂ
Simmons nodded at Prentis. âOn it.âÂ
âIâll go to Reid's apartment and monitor onsite. Is there a trap and trace on his landline?âÂ
âGarciaâs almost set up.â Simmons walked away from Prentiss, and down towards Penelopeâs office.Â
âWell this went from bad to worse.â Tara walked up to Emily.Â
Emily sighed in agreement.Â
Lewis spoke up. âFemale narcissists destroy their competition. Y/n really shouldnât be in there.âÂ
Emily just nodded and the two of them headed out of the bullpen. âWalk with me.âÂ
Tara kept stride with her as they pushed through the doors. Rossi was just getting off the phone with someone and turned to look at the two women approaching him and JJ.Â
JJ spoke up when Rossi was finished. âSo, the hospital just released the dadâ Issac Y/l/n. He's on his way here now.
Rossi scoffed. âQuestion is, why let him go at all?â
âMatt's on that.â Emily gestures in the direction of Garciaâs office. âJuliette Weaver's real agenda should tell us where she's taking Y/nâs younger sister.â
Lewis spoke next. âI still think the play here is to get Cat and Juliette to contact each other, but I have no idea how.â
Prentiss crossed her arms. âI have a plan, but first we have to talk about Y/n.âÂ
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Just then, you heard the click of the door, and stood up, watching as the door swung open.Â
And there he was.Â
This was the first time you had seen Spencer in four years.Â
And there he was, kissing Catherine Adams.Â
The woman you could give partial credit to for ending your relationship.Â
After a moment Spencer looked up, and took several steps away from Cat. His eyes were wide and locked on yours.Â
It took a lot of self-restraint to not punch the lights out of Cat, and to stand still arms crossed.Â
âY/n?â Spencerâs voice broke a little bit.Â
You never would say that Spencer was unattractive. In fact, it would be a lie if you ever even thought about it. But something about the past four years aged him like a fine wine.Â
His hair was a bit longer, he had some scruffâhis baby face had melted away and standing in front of you was a man who you thought you knew everything about, but was now a stranger.Â
You didnât answer him, watching as he took you in, standing in his apartment, for the first time sinceâŠ
âWhat are you doing here?â Spencerâs voice cracked.
You looked over at Cat, who had the most devious smirk on her face.Â
Remember what Prentiss had said to you.Â
âYou know why Iâm here.âÂ
Cat nodded and the two of them moved into the apartment, the door closing behind them.Â
Spencer just stood ten feet away from you, eyes never leaving you, and you watched him right back.Â
Cat, on the other hand, was walking around, examining the apartment. You could see her take notice of the tea you had made yourself on the counter. You could see the hatred from the corner of your eyes. The two of you were starting to piss her off.Â
She spoke up, after a few moments of silence. âDid it make you mad that I was kissing your FiancĂ©?âÂ
You shook your head. âNo.â
Your focus had fully turned to Cat, but you swore you swore you could hear Spencer take a sharp inhale as you spoke your next words.
âWell, he's not my fiancĂ© and I kind of have some other things on my mind.â
Cat didnât scare you, but there was just something so off-putting about her. âLike what?âÂ
âAre you gonna hurt Noelle?â
Cat shrugged. âNot if I don't have to, no. Honestly, if she follows instructions, she might even learn from this whole experience.â
You scoffed. âWhat does that mean?â
Cat just started fiddling with the chess set on the dresser.Â
âSpencer, what does she mean?â You turned to look back at him, his name feeling so good on your tongue.Â
Spencer, who really hadnât stopped looking at you and sighed. âShe means that Noelle isnât learning from her, but from Juliette.âÂ
You sat down in your spot on the couch, eyes closed, trying not to let Cat (or Spencer) see how truly upset you were starting to feel. Â
Spencer noticed where you sat and had to look down to conceal any notions of a smile on his face.Â
Cat watched him before turning and looking at you, more disdain on her face than before.Â
âNormally, Spencie and I, we spend our time together playing games, but tonight, I've brought you all here to make a point. You are doing so much better.âÂ
Spencer spoke up. âWith you?â
âWithout you.â Cat snapped at him. âBesides, Iâm not talking to you Spencie, I'm talking to her.â
She turned to face you. âBecause, girlfriend, you need to know the truth about your fiancĂ©.âÂ
âHe's not my finacĂ©.â You were unsure about how many more times you could say that outloud.Â
âNo kidding. Whenâs the last time you spoke? RightâŠâ Cat walked over to the center of the room, right in front of the couch. âHere?âÂ
Your head whipped around to Spencer. âYou told her about that?â
Spencer was pleading with his eyes. âI had to say a lot of things tonight.â
Catâs voice caused your head to snap back to her. âYes, he has. He said that you never compared to me, that, um... That no matter what, he will never get me out of his mind, unlike you. Unlike that girlfriend.âÂ
You tried not to wince at the mention of that girl Maxine out in one of the trucks.
Spencer sat down next to you. âEverything I saidâI was lying to save your family.â
Cat scoffed. âDid our kiss look like a lie?âÂ
âNo.â You locked eyes with Cat, almost challenging her.Â
She seemed to enjoy it.
âThank you. See, now we're getting to the heart of the matter.â Cat started mocking Spencer. âYou see, everyone thinks that Dr. Spencer Reid is... Is just this nice, bookish, uh, genius who, uh, always saves the day and has all the answers. And has zero mommy issues, right? But, um... I know the real him.âÂ
âOh, yeah? Who's the real me, Cat?âÂ
âThe real Spencer Reid throws women against walls. And hisses that he's going to kill them.âÂ
Spencer stood up, squaring off against her. âThat was a very different situation.â
âNo, it wasn't.â Cat was holding the smirk back this time, making your gut wretch.Â
âSpencerâŠWhat is she talking about?â You looked from the psychopath in front of you, to Spencer, poor Spencer who has spent the entire day entertaining her.
âYou tell her. She's not gonna believe it coming from me.â She huffed.Â
âCat..â
âDo it.â She hissed, eyeswide with hints of threate.
Reid turned and looked at you, his mouth dry and body stiff. âTwo years ago, Cat had her partner kidnap my mother. Just like tonight. She got under my skin andâŠâ
Your chest hurt. âAnd you threw her against a wall?âÂ
Catâs smirk was breaking through whatever resolve she had. âDon't skimp on the details, Spencie. She deserves to know everything.â
Every single time she said Spencie you swore it was harder to not deck her in the face.Â
Spencer looked down at his hands, and then over at you. His voice had gotten quieter. âShe was pregnant at the time and I knew that when I hurt her.âÂ
âAnd?â She stood there expectantly, waiting for Spencer to finish. When he didnât, her face suddenly became solemn. âThe next day... I miscarried. The end.â
Spencer looked at her. âThat's not true.âÂ
Youre eyes went wide. âWhat?â
They just continued to argue over you.
âIt is most certainly true. Check my medical records.âÂ
âThat doesn't mean I-I wouldâŠâ
Cat held up her hand to him. âStop. Look.â
Spencer looked over at you, just sitting on the couch, trying to process everything that was going through your head.Â
After thinking about everything you had gone through, especially with Spencer. âI thought you were better than that Spence.âÂ
It was the first time you had used a nickname for him in years. And he was hearing it for the first time while you were stuck in a standoff between himself and Cat Adams, your sister being god knows where.Â
Spencerâs voice cracked. âI'm sorry.âÂ
Cat squatted down in front of you, a sick smile on her lips. She was enjoying this. She truly enjoyed watching his life crumble to bits. âNotice how your Spencie is apologizing to you and not me.â
You clenched your hands. âHeâs not mineâŠâ
Spencer just looked over at you.Â
Cat nodded. âThat's good. Because men are all the same. Aren't they, Jolie?âÂ
Spencerâs eyes lit up with an emotion you rarely saw from him when you were together. âDon't call her that.â
And you couldnât blame him. The word ran you through like a spear and you were sure if you looked behind you, the blade would be through the couch. You tried so hard to not let either of the two people near you see how much it messed with you. You couldnât believe Spencer had told her that. Luckily for you, Cat was too busy pushing Spencerâs buttons to see the way her words won against you.Â
Cat hissed at him. âWhat, are you gonna throw me against a wall and choke me, or do you only do that to pregnant women?âÂ
You finally spoke up. âWhy are you doing this?â
âBecause I want you to see it.â She gestured to Spencer. âI want you to see that he is...no better than he was before, or any man after. Theyâre all the same.âÂ
âStop.â
Cat squatted down in front of you. âI can see it on your face. What's his name?âÂ
You stared back at her. âIt's none of your business.â
That damned smirk of hers returned. âIt is exactly my business. In fact, it's my specialty. I mean, I could have Juliette and baby sister go over there if you want. They could take care of him.âÂ
Reid looked over at you. âSay yes. Give her what she wants.âÂ
âHmm. See, he wants you to get me to make a little phone call so they can trace it.â She moved away from you both and sat down in the lounging chair across from you. âThey're so good, the FBI.â
You jumped up and started pacing, a spitting image of four years ago, unable to look at Spencer. âWhat is wrong with the two of you? What is this sick, twisted thing that you have? Listen, I just want to save my sister. Will you please just tell me what I have to do to do that?âÂ
âTell me his name. Tell me the story. That's it. And then if they can let Juliette exit stage right, then I promise you I will let her go.â
You looked between Cat and Spencer before walking over to the kitchen, and hanging up the phone. After staring down at the decision you had just made, you walked back over and took your phone out. âHere. Use this. Use my phone. They can't trace it.â
She just watched you. âYou'd be surprised.â
âI don't even need a call. Just... just a photo.â You held the phone out to her. âSomething to prove to me that she's still alive. Pleaseâ.Â
Cat just looked up at your face. âStory first.â
âY/n. Please.â Spencer turned to you, hoping youâd look back at him. âI have been here with her before. She called the number and told the partner to kill my mom.â
âIt is so tricky, isn't it? I mean, who are you gonna trust? The lying, cheating, violent psychopath... Or me?â
You looked down at the ground, refusing to look over at Spencer. âHisâŠHis name was Mike Davis. We dated for about two years. I met him a month after weâŠwe split.â
Catâs attention on you felt as if there were a million bees stinging your body all at different intervals, pain coursing through your body. âGood. When did it end?âÂ
âLast year.âÂ
âWas he good in bed?âÂ
Spencer stood up. âShut up.âÂ
Cat was enjoying this. She was enjoying watching you make Spencer uncomfortable. She was enjoying hurting him in every masochistic way she could. âWhat? You have to know where you stand.â
âHe was goodâŠâ You looked back at Cat. âGood at, um, separating me from my friends and my family. Enough that the first time he punched me in the face, I didn't have anywhere to go. And my first response was "I'm sorry, Mike." A fucking defense attorney apologizing to someone when they got hit. That's when he knew he had me.â
There was a glint in Spencerâs eyes, and you could swear they were tears, but you couldnât tell from rage or sorrow.Â
Cat continued to probe. âHow many hospital visits were there?âÂ
You showed her a small scar on the inside of your elbow. âNone. No, he... He knew how to hurt me just enough to hide it all, I guess. I never missed a day of work.â Â
âBut you found the strength to leave. What did you do?âÂ
â IâŠâ
âTell me.â
âI planned. I planned and then I waited.â
Catâs eyes lit up. âWaited for what? â
âI live here in D.C.â You looked between Spencer and Cat. âBut I'm also a resident in Virginia. It takes 60 days for the permit to clear, but because I-I know some peopleâŠit was sooner.â
Spencerâs eyes widened. âY/n, stop talking. Stop talking right now.â
Cat shushed him. âNo, don't stop. Here. Give me the phone. Look, I'm gonna enter the text. Stick the landing and I'll hit send."
You handed her the phone and she quickly typed out a message, her thumb hovering over send.Â
Fiddling with your ring finger, you started to speak again. Slowly. Concisely. âWhen I was ready, I picked a fight. Loud enough for the neighbors to hear. And he came at me with his fist just cocked back, so I pulled my Glock 19 out of my purse. I shot him.â
Spencer tried to interject. âIt was self-defense. He was attacking youââ
âThat's what I told 911 as he was struggling to breathe on his kitchen floor. That's why the police never charged me. Iâm a lawyer, I know how to plead.â You closed your eyes. âBut I... after I hung up, I... I shot him two more times.âÂ
Cat was glowing, spinning around to face Spencer. âWow, you really have a type, don't you? Quite a dilemma, too. She just admitted to murder.âÂ
Spencer was in disbelief. âShe'll beat it.â .Â
âProbably. But whatever feelings she might have still had for you, and whatever Maxine might have seen in youâ-itâs all gone.âÂ
The phone in your hand buzzed.
âOh, wow. Look at that. Your sister. Alive and well. You're welcome.âÂ
Your face hardened up, and you stood up straighter. Walking away from the two of them, you opened the door. âI got it.âÂ
Emily took the phone from your hand and you turned back to the two of them. There was no emotion behind your eyes as you looked back at Spencer.Â
Cat smirked and looked up at Spencer. âI win.âÂ
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The prison transport was quiet, with the two guards sitting across from Spencer and Cat. It had been silent for about twenty minutes, but then, Cat spoke up.Â
âDo you know why I did this? Why I really did this?âÂ
Spencer looked down at his hands. âYou wanted to prove I'm a monster just like you.â
âNo... Silly. I just wanted to see you again. I just wanted to make sure that you would never forget about me.â She sighed. â'Cause when they do put that needle in my arm, I just want there to be even the slightest chance that... Maybe you're still thinking about meâŠâ
Spencer stiffened as she placed her head on his shoulder. âYou didn't have to terrorize innocent people. You could've just written a letter.âÂ
âWould you have written me back?âÂ
When Spencer didnât respond, Cat knew her answer.Â
âBye, Spencie. I really enjoyed our date.â She smiled at him desperately, getting dragged out of the vehicle by the guards to the prison.Â
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The elevator door opened and Spencer walked out of it, his whole body reeked of defeat, and he barely looked at Emily as she spoke. âWe need to debrief.âÂ
âI need some time Emily.â He muttered, walking right past her and into the bullpen. His expression changed when he saw you on one side talking to Tara, and Max on the other, looking up at him right as he walked in.Â
âSpencer, are you okay?âÂ
Her voice caught your ear, and immediately you looked up to see her walk over and embrace him in a hug.Â
He stiffly smiled at her, and returned the hug before muttering that he would be back in a moment.
Watching Spencer hug her and whisper something in her ear, make your stomach lurch, and you had to turn away.Â
Spencer walked over to you, and you stood up as he approached.Â
âUh, Tara, would you mind giving usâŠâ
She nodded at him and walked away.Â
Both of you went to speak, trying to say something to the other.Â
âI should explain all of this.âÂ
Spencer shook his head. âYou donât have to explain any of that Y/nâit doesnât.âÂ
You cut him off. âSpencer, please.âÂ
The two of you moved out and voer into the kitchen, providing a bit more privacy than before. âIt was fakeâmost of it was fake. I didnât kill anyone, Spence. I was just lying to her to get her to send the text from my phone. It was allâŠIt was made up.âÂ
He just nodded, staring at you, eyes cloudier than a storm crossing an ocean.Â
You gave him a soft smile, and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. Both of you could feel the pulse between it, but your hand stayed where it was.Â
âMike Davis is alive, and I donât really know about well. But heâŠwe dated for about two years and he didâŠhe raised a fist one time but never actuallyâŠhe never hit me. I threw him out that night. Iâm okay.â
Spencer lets out a breath slowly, just trying to take in everything you were saying.Â
Spencer watched as what little resolve you had left crumbled under his gaze, and you looked up, trying to keep the tears at bay.Â
He gently wrapped his arms around you, and helf you tightly, like all those years ago. âIâm so sorry you got dragged into this.â His words melted into your skin as you wrapped your arms around him.Â
After a minute of standing like this, the two of you broke apart, and one of his hands came up to your cheek, wiping away a single tear that was left.Â
You took a step back, the irony of this mirror image not lost on you, and you guestered back into the bullpen. âYou haveâŠYou have to talk to Max.âÂ
Spencerâs face dropped a little at the mention of her name and he shook his head. âIâllâŠIâll deal with her in a second. She wasnât the one who had to face a woman who completelyâŠ.â
âChanged and fucked up what I thought my life would be. Yeah, I know. But she also cares about you.â You laughed a bit, putting back together a resolve that was nonexistent.Â
âSpence, They filled me in on everything that happened between both of you in the past couple years, and they asked me if I would be willing toâŠhelp them beat her.âÂ
He didnât like that you knew about everything that had gone down. He was so happy you were okay. He was a little impressed by the way you beat Cat at her own game. He was upset that you put yourself in danger. You could read him like you read one of your favorite books, knowing which emotion was coming up next.Â
âThey gave me an ear piece and everything.â You gave him a small smile, trying to make light of something.Â
Spencer shook his head. âYouâre not trainedâthatâs extremely dangerous of you.âÂ
You sighed and nodded. âUnfortunately Spencer, this isâŠthis was the life I was used to when we were together. I knew the stakes. I mean the briefings I had with Hotch after you relapsedâŠâÂ
Spencer just clammed up and stood a bit straighter. â I didnât know that..â
âIt was like that on purpose. I didnât want you to think that you were a burden or too much orâI was doing it for the potential of usâŠâ You cut yourself of, flinching at the parallels between this and your previous final conversation.Â
Garcia walked over and placed a hand on Spencerâs shoulder. âIâm sorry to interrupt darlings, but I just need you both to know, Cat Adams had a miscarriage, but it was months after whatever encounter you had. Itâs not your fault. We looked at her records.â She was speaking low for you both, yet both of you let out a quiet sigh of relief.Â
You looked over at Garcia. âThank you Pen.âÂ
Taking another small step back from Spencer, even though every single neuron in your brain was firing off, telling you what you were doing was wrong. âI should, I should grab my stuff, and go back. Penelope?âÂ
She had a rueful look on her face, but she nodded and took your arm, walking you back over to the desk where your stuff was.Â
Spencer flexed his hand, almost as if he wanted to grab yours and never let go, but he just walked over to Max.Â
You started to collect your things, but got sidetracked by a conversation with Rossi.Â
You missed the small conversation that Spencer had with Max. You missed the way they hugged, and the way that the two of them walked out of the bullpen and to the elevator. You missed as they disappeared for a few minutes.Â
âRossi, I promise to do better about keeping in touch. I swear.âÂ
âI donât just invite anyone over for dinner, you know. Itâs an exclusive invitation.âÂ
You smiled, almost all real. âTrust me. I know. Besides⊠the phone is a two way device, so you have to text me first sometimes too.âÂ
You looked over for Spencer, the smile on your face shifting ever so slightly into one of sadness when he wasnât around. And no one would have noticed, if not for the fact that you were in a room full of profilers.Â
âWell everyone, IâŠthis was lovely. Weâll have to do this whole âgetting my family kidnappedâ again some time.âÂ
This remark caused a few laughs and some smiles, as you said your goodbyes, and Emily walked over to the elevator.Â
She was about to say something, but the doors opened and revealed Spencer. He seemed like a weight had been taken off his shoulders and you smiled at him.
Emily excused herself, giving your shoulder a squeeze, and leaving the two of you alone.Â
âLet me walk you out.â
You nodded, and entered the elevator.
The two of you stood in silence until you reached the parking lot.
You both stepped out, and looked over at your car, before looking back at one another.Â
It was Spencer who spoke first.Â
âIâm so so sorry Y/n.â He whispered. âI never meant any of this to happen to you, and for you to get dragged back here andââÂ
As soon as he met your eyes, you dropped your bag, and Spencer wrapped his arms around you tightly, just holding you and resting his head on yours; trying to give you the comfort that he was rarely able to give you. You just tightly wrapped your arms around his torso and just held onto him tightly. Trying to decompress, trying to truly understand everything that had happened in the past twelve hours.Â
Part of being a lawyer meant that acting and diffusing situations was part of your life, but sometimes, it was just a defense mechanism. It was exhausting.Â
âAre you okay?âÂ
Spencer looked at your face, pulling away slightly. You were worried about him.Â
He went to nod, but decided to shake his head no. âToday wasâŠIâm so sorry sheâŠâÂ
âItâs what she wanted, Spence, and unfortunately she justâŠâ You whispered. You tried so hard to find the right words.Â
After another moment in his arms, you took a step back and shook your head.Â
âIâm sorry.â
âY/nâŠâ
âSpence you have a girlfriend.âÂ
âY/n.â
âAnd IâŠI donât know if I could put myself back to where I was four years ago.â
âJolie.âÂ
You took another breath, but kept going. âYou are amazing, and funny, and so smart Spence. But thisâŠwe ran our course. It didnât work then, and I donât know if I have it in me to try again just for it to fail.âÂ
âWe wonât.âÂ
âYou canât promise something like that.â
âI can. I will.â
You shook your head. âMaxâŠâ
âWe broke up.â
Spencer gently grabbed your face, giving you enough time to back out.
You didnât.Â
His lips locked with yours, his thumb rubbing against your cheek as the two of you shared one more moment, just for the two of you.Â
Catharsis didnât even begin to describe the feeling of the ache in your bones subsiding. Every single moment of stress, of doubt, just melted away and left you grabbing a hold of Spencerâs shirt and pulling him impossibly closer.Â
It was going to be different. Everything was not the same. You both had grown, you had changed, and for the better. But eventually, you were always supposed to find your way back to this moment, with yourself in Spencerâs arms and your lips on his lips.Â
It was solidified when a few months later, Spencer left the BAU to become a full time professor in DC, and moved into your apartment, abandoning the one where Cat had ruined your life not once, but twice.Â
It solidified as the two of you made time for one another, constantly finding new cities around the world to explore.Â
It solidified forever when he placed a ring on your finger and whispered I do in front of your friends and family.
It was always meant to be, and sometimes, the path to forever, is everchanging.Â
But at least you were able to do it with Spencer Reid by your side.Â
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Post prison Reid x Fem!reader
Read part one here!
Summary: A strange visit to the prison ends with an unexpected confession of love and makes you run away again. You were ready to leave, but maybe this time he'll make you stay.
Words: 2,5k.
TW: literally none, just drama and sweet love+emily being a bestie. english is not my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).
Note: I didn't expect to be asked for a second part because I'm still new here and I don't think anyone will read me (intrusive thoughts lol), but here I am giving it to you because Spencer needs a happy ending!
⥠Enjoy! âĄ
Just as you sat down and pulled out a travel magazine to read while you waited for your flight, you got a call from Emily. You frowned and were confused for a few seconds until you remembered that you hadn't told her that you were going back to London so soon and that the possibility of having a drink together would not be fulfilled. You hadn't even said goodbye in person, and it was only now that you realized it.
You hadn't noticed anything after working on Spencer's case for four days straight and losing your mind over it. It was the first time you hadn't seen your client or personally briefed him on the progress of the investigation, and that impersonality made everything strange, but you knew he didn't want to see you, and you weren't going to push him. At least you managed to get him released on parole after you found some evidence of third party involvement in his alleged crime. And as soon as you were informed of this decision, you assigned a trusted lawyer to the case, booked a flight, and packed your bags.
âDon't hate me, but I'm about to catch a flight and I forgot to tell you.â You said quickly as soon as the call started and you could hear a sigh of shock from the other end.
âYou what? Why? You just got here and we haven't even had a chance to talk and drink wine.â She replied after a few minutes of processing the information.
âI'm really sorry, Ems. I have things to do at my office and my work here is already done.â You tried to explain as you fiddled with the hem of your skirt. You didn't like the idea of looking like you were running away again, even if you were. âI really have to go.â
âYou have or you want?â
The question alone made you sigh and question being best friends with a profiler. It was impossible to hide your feelings and thoughts from her.
âIt doesn't matter...anyway, you can visit me whenever you want, I have plenty of wine at home.â You spoke trying to avoid her question at all costs. âPenelope and JJ can come, girls' night out and all.â
âAnd Spencer...?â She asked in a cautious tone, knowing that this was a complicated subject. After all, Emily was the one who had to put up with your sighing and crying over Reid for years.
âHe's not a girl.â
You could almost see her roll her eyes at your answer, and by the tone of her voice when she told you she meant it, you knew she did.
âSeeing him was as strange as I imagined, but confirming that he doesn't want to see me and that he hates me felt worse than I thought. I have to face this from a distance.â You tried to explain and put into words the feelings you were avoiding.
âHe doesn't hate you, and he definitely wants to see you.â She corrected you, making you frown.
âWhat? Please don't try to make me feel better with emotional profiling tricks.â You said wearily, looking up at the big screen with the flight schedules and realizing that it was still more than half an hour before your plane was due to arrive.
âThese are not tricks. Seriously, if he didn't want to see you, he wouldn't have asked me for your hotel address yesterday.â
Your heart stopped at that moment, and any attempt to focus your attention on something else, or even keep your cool, failed. You didn't want to get your hopes up again and sound like a fool for getting excited about something so minimal.
âI'm not even at the hotel anymore, and he never went there.â You tried to control your nervousness and conceal how this information had thrown you. âEms, my flight arrives in 30 minutes, I have to leave you, but I promise to call you more often and visit you sometime. I love you.â You ended in a chaotic way.
âWell, me too. But don't disappear, I'll wait for that girls' night.â She replied, defeated by your insistence, and paused before speaking again. âAnd tell Reid we have a case in Utah, we're leaving in 30.â
âWhat?â You asked immediately, not understanding if you had heard wrong, but she had already hung up.
You looked up again, expecting to see the central screen with the schedules, but instead of seeing your flight number in bright letters, you saw Spencer's brown eyes searching for you a few feet away. You had to blink several times to confirm that it was him and that you weren't hallucinating, and only then did Emily's last words make sense.
Was he here to see you? Was it possible?
You remained motionless in your seat, as if bound to it, and watched as Reid walked at a brisk pace straight towards you. It was the first time you had seen him since that chaotic visit to the prison, and you still had a bittersweet taste in your mouth from that interaction. He was wearing a suit now, probably the clothes he wore to work, and he looked like he had run several miles, judging by his disheveled hair and labored breathing.
âWhat are you doing here?â You asked as soon as you had him in front of you, rising from your seat to be at his height even though you were several inches shorter.
âI needed to talk to you for days and you never came to see me again.â He explained, still trying to regulate his breathing after searching for you all over the airport. âAbout what you told me before you left.â
âI didn't come back because you made it clear that you didn't want to see me, and I respected your wish.â You explained as calmly as you could. âAnd as for what I said, there's no need to talk about it. It's outdated and I shouldn't have brought it up.â
You saw him sigh and fidget chaotically for a second before he spoke again. He seemed nervous, as if he had rehearsed the conversation a thousand times in his mind.
âI need to talk about this. You told me you were in love with me...I just found out and I couldn't stop thinking about it, it's stuck in my head because you never told me.â He tried to speak slowly, but it was as if the old Spencer you once knew had reappeared and started babbling. âYou said you were leaving because you were offered a better position and you were bored with this job, you never mentioned that...that you liked me.â
âMy flight leaves in less than 30 minutes, I can't talk now.â You tried to get out of the situation, but he gently grabbed your arm before you could escape. And with a sigh, you spoke again. âGood. I never told you how much I liked you, but that doesn't change anything.â
You pulled away from his touch and putting your hands on your bags so you could leave soon.
âIt changes. It really changes everything.â
âWhat? How?â You dropped the suitcases and looked at him in confusion.
He remained silent for a few seconds, looking at the clock on the bright screen above you, trying to use the little time he had to talk to you and express himself. He felt the words catch in his throat, and it was a disappointment after having only you as the protagonist of all his thoughts since you had visited him, pushing away any possibility of holding a grudge against you because the only thing on his mind was doubt about what would have happened if he had known.
Spencer had spent so many years locked in hate, trying to hold a grudge against you for leaving, leaving nothing but torturous memories in an eidetic memory and a ridiculous need for a hug from you every time things went wrong. And suddenly you showed up, looking as beautiful as ever, saving him from a traumatic experience and delivering information he never expected.
He had only been free for a few days and yet everyone looked at him differently, from pity to fear, knowing that prison had changed him forever. But not you, you looked at him as if he were the same as always, even though years had passed and you had only seen his worst face again.
âIf I had known...if you had told me I...â He stammered, trying to find some courage to stop feeling like the same young man you had left. âYou would know that I felt the same way.â
At that moment, you almost had to sit up again because of the impression his words had made on you. You closed your eyes and opened them again to make sure that you were not hallucinating and that it was really the one you had been dreaming about for years who was telling you that he also felt something for you before.
âYou don't have to lie...no, don't lie to me like that just because I got you out of jail.â You started to blurt out, completely denying the strong beating of your heart.
âI appreciate you doing this, but I won't lie to you. I could never do something like this.â He assured you, looking you straight in the eye for confirmation. âAnd if you don't believe me, I can tell you exactly when I first realized I liked you, it was November 8, 2005, it was 11:35 in the morning because I looked at the clock. You had completed your third month with us and you went to talk to Gideon and Hotch because you wanted to get out in the field and stop doing paperwork. You were so nervous about getting fired that you grabbed my hand before you left, but you didn't notice because you were busy listening to my comments about your performance. I thought it was nothing and that I was just nervous because you were the only one I was talking to and I was afraid of losing you, but before you left you smiled at me and I knew everything was going to be okay. Again I thought it was nothing...but every time things went wrong I thought about it, I still do because that smile is probably the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life.â
âI...â You tried to speak and formulate even one word, but it kept getting stuck in your throat.
âWait, I'm not done yet.â He interrupted you, saving you from a possible babble. âI never told you because I thought you didn't feel the same way and that you saw me as a younger brother to be taken care of. I'd rather have you as a friend than not have you at all, so I left it in my mind as an impossibility and I thought I was completely over it until you left and I lost my mind...and it's happening again.â
âGod, I need to sit down.â It was all you could say at the time as you tried to process everything he said.
You sat down with his help and watched him relax a little as he finished speaking, as if he had waited a long time to say it and had practiced it many times. You felt your heart pound after years of dreaming of hearing those words from him. You had never imagined a life where Spencer felt anything more than friendship for you, and now it was real. He had loved you as much as you wanted, and you had been too blind to see it before other people came along.
âI know it's been years since you got over me and that I was a jerk to you when you came to see me, but you need to know that ever since I saw you I couldn't stop thinking about what my life would have been like if I had told you from the beginning.â He spoke again, trying to look closely at you to decipher what was going through your mind. âI'm sorry, I'm really sorry if this has upset you or...â
âDo you know how long I've waited to hear you say that?â You said, still surprised, taking the opportunity to get up from your chair.
âI'm sorry, I know it's too late and now you're going to leave again, but this time I'm here to ask you not to do it again.â He came over and took you by the hands, bending down a little to be at your level, as if he was begging you. âAnd I know it's selfish because you have to go and you have a life away, but I really...â
âSpencer.â You stopped him before he started babbling, and he looked at you anxiously for your answer. âIt's not too late.â
âReally?â He asked, as if he could not believe he had heard you correctly.
âReally.â
You gave him a small smile of affirmation and felt your eyes glaze over with emotion as you felt him release your hands and grab your cheeks to wipe away the stray tear that had fallen. The look of tenderness he gave you along with his touch made you tremble.
âAre you planning to kiss me already or are you going to wait 13 more years?â You spoke without even thinking.
He didn't have to think once before closing the distance between you and fulfilling the longing that had been in your mind for so long. You couldn't say anything because his lips had been on yours before and the first contact had almost made you melt. His hands were still on your cheeks, but one of them went down to your waist to pull you closer and make sure you were real.
Your lips tasted like cherries and that made him smile immediately in the middle of the kiss, thinking that you were still wearing the same lipstick that you had applied in front of him so many times and that he had only dreamed of tasting. Finally, the reality was far better than any fantasy and the softness mixed with the intensity of a repressed love during the kiss because finally the stars had aligned for the two of you.
âAre you going to go out on a date with me?â He asked as soon as you both parted.
âI have a girls' night out first.â You replied, letting it be known that you were tired of running away. âBut I'd love to go on a date with you.â
He came over and gave you a quick kiss before you could say anything else. You returned the kiss and then pulled away, putting your arms around his neck.
âYou're kissing me like this before the first date?â You joked, still trapped in the bubble of love you felt you were in.
âI don't intend to wait any longer now that I have you here.â He responded by giving you a kiss on the head and wrapping his arms around you to hug you. âSo please don't go away for 6 years again.â
âI don't plan to go anywhere now.â
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hi im back! okey so def can see spencer still wanting to hug and snuggle with you even when fighting or mad at each other. he even gets genuinely ??? confused ??? when you try to sleep on the couch instead of in bed at night. he holds you and either reader or him is like "i know we are snuggling right now but i am still super pissed off at you." lol i can just see it. he may be petty when mad but he wont stop trying to touch you bc its a biological need of his and no argument is more important than needing you đ„ș
enjoy this I did it very fast!!!! ily
He knows heâs not easy to be with sometimes. She would never say it, but itâs true. He doesnât always get the jokes, sometimes pushes things too far and without even knowing it the ground gets pulled out from under him.Â
And sleep- Sleep is so complicated. The memory of the first time she slept in his bed is etched into a place he could never erase. Spencer had always had trouble sleeping, either fear or alertness plaguing him into the late hours of the night. He used to lie awake, the kind of exhausted that feels like itâs seeping out of your bones, while constantly facts heâd unwittingly memorized about how sleep deprivation can cause brain damage.Â
But then sheâd come into his life. All soft words and gentle disposition, and there really is something magic about the way that everything just dissipates when her warm, soft body curves into his own. Heâs slept well almost every night since.Â
Except today, she isnât coming to bed.Â
Itâs his fault, and he knows it. He wasnât being fair. She hadnât seen him for two weeks (and he hadnât slept nearly enough without the weight of her form beside him since the last time he saw her) and sheâd said that she wanted to be prioritized more.Â
âI havenât seen you in weeks, Spence!â
His head was killing him. Was it actually possible, for a headache to kill you? Her voice is audibly upset, and itâs alarming how he could be the cause of it.Â
âPlease,â he had said through labored effort, âCan we talk about this later?âÂ
âWhen would you like to talk about it? Because I donât ever know if youâre leaving-â
âDo you even know what it is that I do? That itâs not a choice for me to go? I have to do this. I canât pick and choose and honestly, I donât want to. If you donât get that, weâre not doing what I thought we were doing.â
It sounds foreign, his own voice. And itâs after heâs said it that the sick taste reaches his throat because oh, that means the end. Her lovely face is unreadable for a brief moment, before something like grief splays over her expression.
Itâs silent for a beat, and Spencer wishes he could swallow the words back up, rewind his life like a battered VHS tape where heâs not so stupid to mess up the one thing thatâs ever brought him peace.
âYouâre not yourself, Spencer. Iâm gonna give you a minute.â
A minute, it turns out, is hours in the living room. She hadnât left, thank fucking god, but she hadnât come back. Of course she hadnât. She wasnât the one who needed to apologize.Â
Heâs just so tired.Â
He thinks of her so-sweet voice, the curve of cheek- the junction of her neck and shoulder, and how much he would like to have her pressed against him. He pads out into the living room like a nervous puppy, and sees her sleeping on the olive green couch she had picked out. Her hair was splayed across the arm of the sofa, and her head laid on a throw pillow, their fuzziest blanket draped across her form.Â
His first thought is how low heâs dropped, that heâs jealous of a blanket.Â
His second his that she is not coming to bed. He sits beside her gingerly, and the scent of her body wash lingers in the air.Â
âAre you planning on coming to bed?â
âI didnât think youâd want me to.â He can tell she wants to sound cold, but the truth is much worse; she sounds guarded.Â
âI always want you to.â Itâs the most honest thing heâs said today, and itâs just not fair, how much he revolves around her. How he has waited 14 days, 13 hours and 34 minutes to hold her again and managed to ruin it within the first 20 minutes of having seen her again. He grabs her hand, soft and pliant against his in a way that almost makes his heart leap. âPlease? Come to bed?â
Her gaze softens, the warmth and light that guides him back in her eyes, and he hopes his relief isnât too visible. Itâs then that she drinks him in. It feels too revealing like she can see right through him. His clothes are old. Heâd rushed off the jet to see her, and the half moon circles under his eyes only lend to the unimpressive picture of himself.Â
âOh, sweetheart,â she breathes, touching the side of his face. He instantly leans into it, the contact more than heâd be willing to give up to save his dignity. âCome here.â
She wraps her arms around him, and he pulls her into his lap, squeezing her tight to his chest, like she might disappear.Â
âIâm still mad at you,â she says, looking at him with such affection it betrays her words.
âThatâs okay,â he says into her collarbone, âAs long as I still have you.â
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Santa Doesn't Know You Like I Do
pairing: Spencer Reid x f!reader
summary: You and Spencer are best friends, but there's always been a little spark between you. When he cancels your plans for Christmas, you're determined to prove that you know him better than anyone else.
warnings: idiots in love, christmas fluff, a little angst if you squint??
word count: approximately 4.5k
a/n: Hi! It's been a long time since I wrote much of anything, but writing this for Christmas has been an absolute joy. I love Spencer so much, and this poor boy just suffers... I wanted to give him a happy ending for Christmas - or a happy beginning. I hope you like it.
The first thing you realized after the beep signaled the end of the phone call was how weird Spencer was acting lately.
To be fair, you two had an unconventional friendship. Due to the nature of his job, Spencer was often busy and therefore you couldnât communicate as much as you'd like to, but you'd set up a base rule to make sure you never lost touch with one another: mandatory Friday night video call.
Every Friday, without fail, you would Facetime. Spencer wasnât fond of technology, you were aware, but heâd gladly face his prejudice and lack of knowledge of anything digital if it meant talking to you. It didn't matter if he was home or if he was in another state for a case; come nine pm on a Friday, you two would be catching up about your lives.
That, of course, meant that you'd grasp at every opportunity you could to be with each other. He was in town for a case? You would meet up and have dinner if he had time; if he was doing something important and couldnât finish it in time for dinner, he would drop by your place at the craziest hour in the morning and lie down next to you, gently shaking you awake to reveal he had gotten take out from your favorite restaurant.
Despite being awakened from your slumber, you would greet him with the brightest smile heâs ever seen - well, after letting out a little shriek of surprise, to which Spencer would respond with an âItâs me, little menaceâ and a chuckle that would make your heart flutter every time.Â
The nickname had originated from your childhood. Spencer didnât have many friends in middle school, and the fact that he was much smarter than kids his age didnât help. His classmates either made fun of him or avoided him altogether, but you were⊠different.Â
When you first moved into town, you were very nervous for your first day of school. Making friends was never easy for you, as your peers would deem you rather weird for always having your nose stuck in books. However, you quickly realized you had nothing to worry about - it took one look at little Spencer Reid, reading Crime and Punishment at the lunch table, for you to know you had found your place.
You sat next to him, ignoring the snickers from the so-called âpopular kidsâ. He hesitantly lifted his gaze from the wrinkled pages - you reckoned he had probably read that book many times before -, expecting to see someone with a mean scowl ready to taunt him.
Instead, his wide eyes were met with your bright smile, your rosy cheeks, and your adorable ponytails, and he frowned in confusion. âHelloâŠ?â
âHi. Iâm Y/N.â You greeted him excitedly. There was something about him that made you feel confident, so you continued. âIâm new here and I noticed you were sitting alone. And that seems like a really cool book if you donât mind me saying, and I just thought you-â
You cut yourself off, realizing you were rambling. You could feel your cheeks warming up, and you were sure you looked as flustered as you were feeling. Before you could even dwell on how embarrassed you felt, Spencerâs lips broke into a smile.Â
And that was it. From that moment on, you had been inseparable. Well, perhaps not physically; after all, he was academically way ahead of you and everyone else, and he even managed to graduate from high school at only twelve years old.Â
That didnât stop you from hanging out every moment you could, nor from exchanging letters every single day when he went to college. To this day, you still had those letters, safely tucked into a charming wooden box you kept on your bookshelf, but youâd never tell him that (although you were sure he knew, as the great profiler he was).
So, despite being separated due to your busy jobs - his more than yours - and living in different states, it wasnât a surprise when you started arranging to spend the holidays together.
Since his mother was still institutionalized, Spencer didn't really have anyone to celebrate the holidays with and therefore didn't care much for the traditions. You, on the other hand, loved the holidays, but since your parents had passed away when you were in college, you were also alone during the season.
Thus, you cut a deal. Every year, he would use his extra vacation days to take a week off around Christmas and you would take turns visiting each other. Usually, you were both very excited about this occasion â it was one of the rare opportunities you had to be together in person, and you missed each other terribly.
This year, though... You had just called Spencer to confirm the date so you could book your flight to Quantico, and he had simply managed to say he couldnât take time off before hanging up on you.
You were confused by this but chalked it up to it being one of those days for him. Working at the BAU, Spencer had to deal with a lot of gruesome cases often and, after a really bad one, he didn't find any energy to do much of anything.
While he'd never avoided you per se, when those days coincided with your phone calls, you would try to comfort him the best you could, and sometimes even managed to cheer him up a little.Â
This time, you didn't even have the chance to, and that threw you off. Still, if Spencer was in a bad mood, maybe he just didn't feel like talking. Not even to you.
Deciding to not push it any further, it's only a few days later that you brought up your trip to Quantico, this time via text. You spent the entire day nearly jumping at your phone each time it vibrated, expecting a notification with his name on it.
It was only later that night that you'd get your answer in the form of an âI can't this yearâ. You read the text over and over again, eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. Perhaps it had been wishful thinking, but you had hoped that, once he was in a better mood, he would be just as eager as you for your shared holiday season.Â
It occurred to you that perhaps something happened, perhaps he couldn't file for a vacation because he had a big case that he couldn't step away from.
But if that were the case, he would've told you so. He would've explained, apologized even, and tried to schedule another date for your trip to make it up to you. So, you concluded, he just didn't want to see you.
That thought haunted you for the entire week.
Finally having enough of feeling blue and not getting any work done, you decided to go straight to the source in search of answers. Well, source adjacent - Spencer was still replying rather coldly to your texts, so you couldnât ask him directly. Penelope Garcia was the next best thing.
You had met the members of the BAU after a particularly successful case in your city. Their flight would only leave in the morning and Spencer thought he could take the opportunity to take you to the cinema for a late-night movie, just like the good old days of your adolescence.
However, Penelope and Rossi had other plans. To properly celebrate their hard work that led to saving multiple women who had been kidnapped a few weeks prior, they decided to take the team out for dinner in a nice restaurant.
âAnd itâs mandatory. Itâs not like we have anything else to do tonight, so no excuses.â She had warned in a playfully threatening tone.Â
Spencer shifted in his spot while putting away his things in his satchel. After all the years he worked at the BAU, he still hadnât told his coworkers - his found family, really - about you. It was the one thing he kept close to his chest, the one secret he wanted to keep forever.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, he brushed his hair behind his ears, not daring to turn and face the team while he spoke. âI sort of already have plans.â
His voice was so quiet that the team wasnât sure they had heard him correctly. After a moment of silence, Derekâs lips curled into his (in)famous smirk and he gently nudged Spencerâs side, making the lanky boy turn around to face his friends.
Spencerâs cheeks were flushed and he kept his eyes trained on the ground, not wanting to face the curious expressions on their faces. But when Derek nudged him again, asking him âWhoâs the girl?â with such a teasing tone, he couldnât help but look up.
âSheâs just a friend.â He blurted out, eyes immediately widening upon the realization of what he admitted.
While the rest of the team just shrugged it off and dived into their conversations, Derek patted him on the back - the force of which sent Spencer stumbling a few feet forward -, and Penelope lit up like he had just told her that he won the lottery.
âYou have to bring her!â Penelope begged, grabbing his arm as they walked towards the door of the local precinct they had been working on for the case. âI want to meet this mystery woman.â
Penelope didnât say it to him then, but she was sure you werenât âjust a friendâ. She mightâve not been a profiler, but the look in his eyes when he spoke about you and his hesitation to cancel your plans for the sake of the team made her think that perhaps you were much more special to him than he realized.
Her suspicions were, of course, confirmed when he showed up at the restaurant a few hours later with you in his arms, wearing an elegant black dress and a radiant smile on your face as you whispered something to him, immediately breaking into a fit of giggles.
Spencer tried to feign indignation at your comment, but he couldnât help but smile as he led you to his friends, who were all watching the interaction with surprise and disbelief. Your laughter calmed when you reached the table, but the smile never fell from your face as Spencer introduced you, looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky. Thatâs when Penelope knew.
You clicked rather well with his friends. They were, naturally, very curious about you, and you did your best to answer all their questions. Meanwhile, Spencer, who was sitting next to you, placed a hand on your lower back, making sure you didnât feel overwhelmed under the attentive eyes of his friends.
Penelope and you were a match made in heaven, Spencer reckoned. You quipped back and forth the entire night, even swapping numbers by the end of it, and Spencer even joked that you had found a new favorite FBI agent as you made your way to his car.
Chuckling at his statement, you stopped in your tracks, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning up to place a tender kiss on his cheek. âYouâll always be my favorite. But sheâs a close second.â
Spencer was sure his heart had stopped right then and there and that he had gone to heaven.
Since that night, you frequently called Penelope to talk about numerous things - from the latest TV shows you were both hooked on to recipes for dessert -, but you rarely talked about Spencer. Until today.
âPenny, I need your help.â You blurted out as soon as the blonde answered your call.Â
âWoah, woah, calm down my friend,â Penelope answered, amused and slightly worried about the urgency in your tone. âWhatâs on your pretty little mind?â
All it took for Penelope to know something was wrong was two words. âItâs Spencer.â
âWhat about boy wonder?â The technical analyst questioned, trying to make sense of what you were saying.
âHeâs been acting so cold lately.â You explained, sighing in exhaustion as you plopped down on your couch. âWell, you know how we always arrange to spend the holidays together?â
Penelope hummed in agreement - every year when Spencer would put in a request to take time off during the holidays, she would make sure it was at the top of Straussâ paperwork, knowing he was doing it for you.
At her approval, you continued. âThis year I was supposed to come to Quantico, but every time I try to bring it up, he shuts me down and just says that he canât. I donât understand why heâs acting like this and it's been driving me nuts all week.â
The blondeâs eyebrows furrowed as she looked at your image on the phone.Â
âAre we sure weâre talking about the same person? Because he seemed pretty excited last week. He wouldnât shut up about how he found the perfect gift for you and how he couldnât wait to see your face when you opened it.â
This confused you even more, and you frowned as you processed her words. âYeah, well, this week he can barely text me back. I donât want anything crazy, Penny, I just want to be with him for Christmas.â
âI donât know what happened. As far as I can tell, he did put in the request for a vacation.â Penelope replied. Then, her face lit up in realization and she cursed under her breath. âMorgan.â
âMorgan? What does Derek have to do with this?â You asked, more disoriented than ever.
âWait here,â Penelope said, quickly getting up from her chair and leaving you to stare at her empty office. She returns a few minutes later, looking pretty annoyed, to see you making a cup of coffee in your kitchen.
âSorry to keep you waiting, sweet cheeks.â The blonde said apologetically, making your gaze return to your phone, forgotten on the counter as you waited for her.
You quickly picked it up, registering her distressed expression. âWhat happened?â
âI found out why Reidâs acting like an ass to you.â She replied, her voice softening as she saw the glimmer of worry in your eyes. âIt seems like Morgan has done quite a number on him.â
âWhat do you mean Morgan has done a number on him? What did he do?â You questioned, growing irritated by Penelopeâs ability to beat around the bush. You loved her, you really did, but you just wanted to know what happened.
âIâm not sure I should be telling you this, but since youâre so upsetâŠâ Penelope trailed off, pursing her lips. âMorgan better pay me back.â
âPenelope, just spit it out.â You interrupted, your impatience reflected in your tone.
âFine. I told you Reid wouldnât shut up about you, and Morgan may or may not have teased him about his feelings for you and it may or may not have caused Spencer to clam up in his shell.â Penelope rushed through her words and you blinked, unsure you had heard her correctly.
You could feel your heart beating in your ears as you asked her, âSpencer⊠Has feelings for me?â
Penelope looked reluctant to answer your questions, clearly not wanting to violate Spencerâs privacy. Ever since she met you, she knew you and the resident FBI genius were destined for each other, but she wanted you to discover on your terms.
âPenny, please.â You sounded out of breath, and it cleared any sign of hesitation on Penelopeâs mind.Â
âBaby girl, I canât be the one to tell you that. You have to ask him.â She responded, her voice full of empathy. âBut between me and you, Iâm pretty sure you know what the answer is.â
Spencer was certain that he was in the 9th circle of hell.Â
Ever since Morganâs comment, he couldnât stop thinking about you. He always knew what you two had was special. You knew how to make him laugh; Spencer didnât consider himself to be difficult to entertain, but he could be quite oblivious to his coworkers' jokes sometimes, especially if they were about him. But you? Oh, you managed to make him laugh hysterically with a simple comment, and it endeared him.Â
You had been with him through the good and the bad, after all. You were there at his graduation, celebrating his first Ph.D. - and the two that came after that, too - and you were right there by his side when he watched his mother be dragged away to a mental institution, holding his hand in an attempt to comfort him.
That was what he loved most about you. He could always count on you to be there for him. He recalled the first moment he realized you were much more than a friend to him.
It had been after the Tobias Hankel case. Spencer slipped in and out of consciousness as the doctors dragged him through the hospital, murmuring to themselves about testing the drugs in his system and checking his vitals.
His life wasnât in danger anymore, but he was oh so tired. He had spent days upon days of captivity without a wink of sleep, locked in an empty cabin where he was tortured by two of Tobiasâ personalities, and all he could think about between getting tormented and getting drugged was you.
He was sure he was going to die then, and his main concern was that he wouldnât be able to see your pretty smile again. He would tell you this when you appeared at his bedside a few hours later, claiming that you received a call from the hospital - unsurprisingly, you were each otherâs emergency contacts - and had threatened a stewardess to get a ticket to the next plane to Virginia, and you would call him ridiculous for it.
It was only when you were sitting next to him on his hospital bed, his head leaning against your chest as you combed your hands through his hair, that he allowed himself to cry, to reveal how truly scared he had been under Tobiasâ hands.
You whispered sweet nothings in his ear as you softly lifted his head, making sure he was looking at you when you softly kissed his tears away. His arms had tightened around you, a silent sign of his gratitude, and he knew then, he knew, you were everything to him.
How could he have not fallen for you after all that?Â
But he could never tell you. He had been rejected many times in his life, but if he was to get rejected by you? He was sure his heart wouldnât be able to take it.
So he tried to bury his feelings deep inside him, keeping you a secret from the people who knew him best and, when the time came, introduced you to them. As a friend. Because thatâs all that you were. Friends.
When Morgan teased him about his feelings for you, Spencer entered panic mode. If Morgan could see Spencer was madly in love with you, then you could see it too - you could always read him like a book, after all.
And if you hadnât brought it up⊠You didnât want to. He knew youâd never want to hurt him, so the only logical conclusion he could reach was: you donât feel the same.
He tried his best to avoid you. Cutting you off whenever you brought up your plans for the holidays, replying to your texts with short answers, and even refraining from watching Doctor Who in his free time, because it only reminded him of how you two used to lie on your couch during summer break and watch it together.Â
What he didnât count on was opening his door in mid-afternoon on Christmas Eve and seeing you standing in front of him, coat covered in the snow that was falling outside the comfort of his building and a small smile on your face.
âMerry Christmas, Spencer.â You said bashfully, not sure how he would react to your presence.Â
âMerry Christmas.â He replied, his breath knocked out of his lungs at how beautiful you looked standing there. He might have fallen in love with you all over again.Â
After a beat of silence, he wet his lips, looking at you with the same wide-eyed gaze he greeted you with when you were kids. âWhat... What are you doing here?â
Your lips curled into a sheepish smile. âWhat, you thought I was gonna miss Christmas?â
Seeing you in front of him, hearing your voice without the faint static of the phone for the first time in a while⊠it was surreal to him. He couldnât help but cave in and wrap his arms around you, pulling you closer into a tight hug.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders just as tightly, your body finally relaxing against his. You could feel his nose nuzzled into your neck, and you smiled against his shoulder.
âI missed you.â You whispered, letting your words linger between the two of you.
âI missed you too.â He whispered back, and you knew he was sincere. âIâm sorry Iâve been avoiding you.â
âI know.â You breathed in his scent, pressing a soft kiss against his shoulder before pulling away. He reluctantly let you go, a remorseful smile on his lips.
Spencer guided you into his apartment, and you took note of how he put up your usual Christmas decorations. âYou managed to set up the tree by yourself?â You teased him.
He chuckled, watching as you settled on his couch and patted the space next to you. He promptly followed your lead, sitting down beside you. âYeah, it was a real challenge.â
Before you could even reply, Spencer reached out to grab your hand, his thumb softly caressing your knuckles to calm his racing mind.
âLook, Iâm so sorry. Iâve been stuck in my head lately, and itâs not fair that I treated you like that. Weâve had this tradition forever and I feel like I disrespected it and-â Spencer rambled, and you pressed your lips against his to shut him up.
Your sudden action stunned him, and he couldnât help but succumb to your spell. Placing his hands on both sides of your face and closing his eyes, he kissed you back as gently and tenderly as he could, feeling you melt against him.
Once you pulled away, his eyes fluttered open, looking at you with a lovestruck, surprised gaze. He seemed to be speechless, which made you giggle.
âI hope that was on your wishlist this Christmas.â You joked, leaning your forehead against his.Â
Your gaze softened as you took in his expression. âPenny told me everything. In all seriousness, I understand why you did it. I just donât understand why you wouldnât just tell me.â
He gulped, feeling vulnerable under your loving stare. He always got the impression that you could see right through him.
âI know. Itâs just⊠Iâve been in love with you almost my entire life, and when I finally realized it, I was afraid that if I acted on them, you wouldnât want anything to do with me.â He murmured, his tone growing sadder.
âAnd when Morgan joked about my feelings for you, I just realized that maybe I hadnât been as discreet as I thought and perhaps you already knew and didnât talk about it so you wouldnât hurt me.â He continued, closing his eyes again as if the mere thought was too painful to bear.Â
He took a deep breath, his thumbs starting to slowly brush against your cheekbones. âI didnât want to face you and find out if it was true, because⊠Because my heart couldnât take it.â
You listened quietly to his words, his touch on your skin grounding you and sending butterflies fluttering in your stomach. It broke your heart to hear him speak like that, as if the mere thought of you feeling the same never crossed his mind, as if it was absurd.Â
You knew he had low self-esteem, a permanent scar from all the times he was bullied throughout his life, but his self-deprecating view never ceased to shock you.
âSpencerâŠâ You whispered his name like it was sacred, like he was something to be worshipped, and it made his heart skip a beat. âI know all your favorite songs, how you take your coffee, and your favorite books. In order. I know you. Iâd be crazy not to love you.â
You could feel him exhale in relief at your quiet confession, his racing mind finding solace in your words. âReally?â
âOf course.â You replied with a chuckle, leaning forward to press a feather-light peck against his lips. âIâve been in love with you since we were, like, sixteen. All I ever wanted was to be the one to give you everything you want.â
He smiled as you pulled away once again, thinking about how much time you two had lost while dancing around your feelings. Although, he supposed, it wasnât lost time - you had spent those years giving each other love, even if it wasnât necessarily romantic.
âWeâre both idiots.â He replied, making you laugh once more. You stood up, grabbing both of his hands and guiding him to the kitchen. He followed you with a bright smile on his face; he would follow you anywhere, he suspected.
âI was thinking I could make those cookies you like and, afterward, we could perhaps⊠snuggle by the fireplace?â You suggested, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.Â
He pretended to think for a moment, before he finally gave in, pressing a delicate kiss against your temple. âAnything you want, little menace.â
Spencer hummed, burying his face further into his neck. âI was thinking of reading a few books. Santa was going to keep me company.â
Later that night, when you were both snuggled up against each other in front of his fireplace while eating the gingerbread cookies you both made, you asked him curiously, âWhat were you planning to do for Christmas, if I hadnât shown up?â
You laughed quietly at his admission. âWell, Santa doesnât know you like I do.â
âNo, he doesnât.â Your genius agreed, peppering little kisses onto your skin. âYouâre the best Christmas present ever, do you know that?â
âYeah? Wait until you see what I actually bought for you.â You replied, a playful smile on your face. âBesides, a little birdie told me you got me the perfect Christmas gift.â
âIâm gonna kill Penelope.â He muttered under his breath, sending you into a fit of laughter.Â
Well, maybe this Christmas time
You'll finally realize
That I could be the one
To give you everything you want
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Faux Love, Real Hearts
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Summary: You and Spencer must pose as a couple for a mission. However, one question remains: why does he keep calling you 'love'?
Genre: smut
Warning: talking about a criminal case, making out, fake dating (let me know if I forgot something)
Word Count: 882 words
A/N: As always, any criticism is very welcome. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. English is not my first language.Â
Anyway, enjoy :)
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You blushed yesterday, you blushed today and you most definitely will blush tomorrow. You simply will never get used to his soft voice whispering: âSorry, love.âÂ
 As he calmly brushes past you. You will never get used to his rough hands brushing against your skin from time to time. You will never get used to his soft backrubs or his light kisses against your forehead. Perhaps itâs better this way. If youâre used to his permanent presence your heart would break into two when this mission ends. When all of this ends. Every day youâre hoping that the mission is continued another day, just to be with him. And for a certain time, it did work; until it didnât anymore.
For more than a year, you have been working in the Behavioral Unit (BAU) department of the FBI. As an aspiring Agent, you are willing to do anything to save people. The team welcomed you warmly, always helping you where they could since you were the youngest member. You feel safe because you know they will always have your back. Yet nothing could have prepared you for your latest mission. The mission where you and Spencer had to fake a romantic relationship. Spencer was a good boyfriend; a fake one sadly.
This unsub is targeting young couples, so the team decided you and Spencer would be the best ones to fit his victimology. Quickly you move into a fake house that isnât yours; drive a fake car and act like a fake couple deeply in love with each other.
âAre you ready to go to bed, darling?â, shouted Spencer down from your shared bedroom.
It was a comfortable room with a carpeted floor and a large king-size bed. Oh, how you loved this bed; nevertheless, nothing compares to sleeping beside Spencer. Your sleep quality improving enormously. Maybe Spencer has to do with it...
Without answering you went up, already in your pyjamas ready to get a good nightâs sleep in. Today you search through lots of recordings in hopes of finding a lead in the case; Spencer of course helping you, but how could anybody read faster than Reid himself? You collapse onto the bed, feeling utterly exhausted. The slender nerdy boy, with his thick-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, is deeply engrossed in his book. Every now and then, he looks up from his reading, his bright eyes shining with a gentle smile that warms your heart.
âYou must be absolutely tired, love.â
âGod, yeah,â you laugh awkwardly. A strange silence surrounded them.
âCome here,â he opened his arms gesturing her to come closer.Â
She found herself in a state of confusion, uncertain of what to do next. As she lay there, she couldn't help but feel drawn towards Reid's comforting presence. She knew that cuddling with him would be unprofessional, but his warm embrace felt like a safe haven that she longed to be in. The conflicting thoughts in her mind left her feeling torn and indecisive, so she stayed where she was.
Since she didnât come closer, he decided to drew closer to her. His hot breath tickled her neck as he whispered against her ears sending shivers down her spine: "You know we have to act like a real couple, you want to catch this unsub, donât you?â Â
She gulped silently. Of course, she wanted to catch this motherfucker whoâs been killing around D.C., however, all she could think right now was how close Spencer was and how his hot breath felt amazing against her neck.Â
âSpencerâŠ,â was the only thing she could whisper back.
His hands grip her waist lovingly, bringing her closer to him.
âTell me what you want me to do,â he murmured against her hair, kissing the top of her head softly.
Another gulp. Feeling hot all over her body, you tried to think a straight thought, but how can you think rationally when a hot FBI agent's body is nearly pressed against yours? Particularly Spencers hot body.
âKiss me, Spencer.â
Without a second of hesitation, he crashed his lips against yours. Like a starved man, his kiss was impatient and rough, in contrast to the delicate touch of his hands all over your body. You could feel his warm big hands exploring every inch of your body. Oh, how good it felt.
âFuck, I wanted to do this since day one,â he cursed against your lips before softly biting them. His tongue teased your lips, wanting to enter your mouth. Gently you open your lips and your and his tongue dance together. His soft lips moved their way down to your jaw, then your neck where they stayed for a bit, nibbling at your flesh. You reached for his curls, gripping them which he responded with a moan.Â
âIf I had to act like this stupid fake couple thing again I would absolutely, do it, just to taste your sweet lips, love.â He smiled against your neck.
âWait,â you pushed him a bit away from you, âyou donât enjoy this fake dating?â
He took a deep breath. Panic started washing over you. Of course, he wouldn't like your back, what do you think?Â
"No". His angelic voice brought you back from your negative thoughts: âI would like more if we were dating real.â
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too attached - jude bellingham x reader.
quick sum: situationships werenât meant to be easy. moving on felt like eternity. enclosed feelings needed to be let out but werenât. and while it seemed so hard, why did it always pull the two of you back in?
wc: 4.2k
psa đŁïž: contains small suggested material, but overall situationship that leads to a fluffy ending at least âđ»đ this was a request but i feel like i did so bad at this :((((((
You hated your current sight. The sight of a girl on Judeâs lap as they probably flirted and took shots off of each other. You downed the last bit of your drink and rested your hands against the marble bar stand. You sighed, wanting to hold back your tears but what was there to cry about? You weren't ever together and it looked like it wasn't ever going to happen. It was an attachment to strong, and there was now no denying how you truly felt about him.Â
They warned you, everyone told you to not get into an entanglement. That it would either make you or break you, looks like it is breaking you. You tried to avoid the âI told you soâ daggers your friends sent you, you truly didn't need that. Watching Jude with the girl and your friends scolding you wasn't your current cup of tea, so instead of being a party pooper, you got up and ordered three shots. Downing every single one of them. âLet's dance. Heâs not even here!â you yelled loudly, pointing to your head, and swaying your hips as you walked into the floor.Â
If he wanted to play that game, then so would you.Â
When the first guy offered you a drink, you declined, he was too old and creepy. The second one was too young for your liking, giving you an ick at his attempt at a pickup line. The third was too preppy and much of a male chauvinist. But once the fourth one came by, you accepted his offer of getting you a drink in exchange for your number. He took you by your hand and ordered your drink of choice.Â
He wasn't the worst, but not the best. The conversation became awkward and tense at times, but it was just your head not being in the right place and constantly looking behind him to see if Jude was staring. Much to your dismay, he wasn't. Why exactly were you doing this if he wasn't even staring? For his attention? The last thing you wanted was to be like those girls who begged and nagged for his attention. To make it their personality.Â
âYou seem distracted⊠Wanna dance?â the guy asked, his name going blank in your head. You nodded and followed him, feeling as he wrapped his arms around your waist as you slid your hands around his neck. Your bodies danced closed, smelling the small hint of his cologne, feeling as his body vibrated as he laughed when speaking to you, his hand tucking your hair back and slowly leaning in.Â
âThe fuck?âÂ
You pulled away confused, watching as Judeâs eyes glared at the guy in front of you. You rolled your eyes, grabbed the guy's hand, and began to walk away, but Jude stopped you, grabbing your wrist. âWho is this Y/n?â Jude asked, his hand waving at the two of you. âI'm Spencer, you are?â so that's his name. Spencer then placed you behind him, now firmly facing Jude. âI wasn't talking to you.â
âWell, now you are. So I'll ask again, who are you?â
âLike I said, I wasnât talking to you. This is none of your business. I'm talking to her,â Jude went behind him and pulled you towards him, holding your sides. Spencer's eyes roamed down to Judeâs arms, now glaring at him, âWell John, or Josh, whatever your name is. I was dancing with her, so you've made it my business when you suddenly drag her away from me,â he replied.Â
âSheâs taken,â Jude said suddenly, earning a confused stare from you. Spencer just scoffed, giving the signal he gave up and walked away. You rolled your eyes, and pulled away from his strong embrace, heading towards your friends. âWho was that?â Jude said, voice filled with jealousy, his brows nudging you to explain, but all you did was cross your arms. You didn't owe him an explanation, just like him.Â
âAs you saw, that was Spencer. A guy who I danced with, and bought me a drink, even whispered in my ear howâd he treat me so right, and make me feel on cloud nine, offer to take me back to his,â you lie, observing how Judeâs head cocked to the side, not liking it one bit. âOh really? How sweet of him, but even I could tell you werenât into him,â he said, which is true. You rolled your eyes and continued walking over to your friends, feeling drained and slightly tipsy.Â
âReady to go? Where is the guy?â your friend asked, then gave you a âAre you seriousâ look when she saw Jude trailing behind. âHe is waiting outside. Shall we go?â you say, but Jude holds you back, âWe're not done talking Y/n.â Your friends say theyâd wait for you outside, but they knew how this night would end. Just like in the past.Â
And they were right. Here you were on his bed, Jude on top of you, sleeping safe and sound, his small snores escaping his lips, snuggling closer to you than before. Reminiscing the night you spent, after telling yourself you would move on, but you were attached to him, and this was becoming harder than before.Â
He just knew all your breaking points, the spots that made you shiver and hide on the crook of his neck moaning his name softly, his hands leaving mental imprints as he gripped your waist and ass, his lips leaving purple marks along your pulse points marking you as his, but in reality, you weren't.Â
You rolled him over gently, successfully not waking him up, grabbing your clothes and quickly putting them on quietly, often looking back at Jude who now lays on his stomach, hand tucked under the pillow you were laying on. You were thankful for a second, knowing he was a heavy sleeper, and could sleep through anything. But once you were outside you just felt empty and lost. A piece of you is missing.Â
And it was like that. Jude and you promised each other once your situation became too much, youâd call it quits. You felt like you wouldn't be enough for him, especially as his name quickly grew after his move to Madrid. It's not just that, it's also probably the fact he doesn't see you the same way, only using you when he needs you for his desire. To bring him into his high, and then leave you for the next time. You finally wanted to settle down and have something stable, but Jude wouldn't offer that.
The feeling of being empty and lonely didn't leave, it was weeks and you had it hard to move on. Anywhere you looked, fate wasn't on your side, seeing billboards, and his image around your flat. In the kitchen, bedroom, shower, in your dreams, he was everywhere. It made you mad, for once in your life why couldn't it go the way you wanted? It also didn't help the fact heâd text you frequently, your heart breaking every time youâd reject him, knowing he was looking for a night and that's it.Â
â/â
Wanna come over today?
Busy. I canât.
â/â
I got some wine and that cheese you love so much, all waiting on you.Â
Sorry, I made plans already :(
â/â
Just drove by a fair, are you free tonight?
No, I'm busy studying for a midterm. Sorry Jude!
â/â
Just stopped by your flat. Are you here?
Nope. I'm at a friend's house tonight.Â
Which friend?Â
Goodnight JudeâŠ
â/â
Come to my next game. We can get dinner afterward and go to my flat.
Have too much going on! I wish you the best of luck though!
â/â
Just saw this new record store open, we should go.Â
Kinda broke after paying tuition for a summer class :/
Iâll pay for it, don't worry it's my invitation.Â
Sorry Jude, but you know me and I wouldn't feel comfortable with that.
Y/n, please. I insist.Â
Sorry Jude. But I'm busy after booking this deal.Â
â/â
Letâs go out.Â
Not in the mood.Â
â/â
What is up with you? Why are you so distant? I try to make plans but you make any excuse!!
I'm just busy Jude. I have to do school and work.Â
â/â
Jude groaned, throwing his phone on his bed, and bringing his hands to his face. He was confused by your sudden distant matter. He wanted to see you, no need to but you would turn him down every time. He was beginning to lose it, tempted to see if what you said was true. His chest felt heavy and hot, at the thought of you not being in his life. Shivers ran down his spine as he thought of you, the girl you were for him, his Y/n. He was desperate to have you. Not in that way, but just hold you against him.Â
To treat you like you deserved, to spoil you with underlying love and affection, to prove his feelings were more real than ever. That the only girl he thought of was you and only you. Jude knew you from the back of his hand, and the fact he knew you were avoiding him due to something going on in your life, wasn't left unwanted for him. Youâve been through this before, and he was there to help. But why did he suddenly feel he was the reason for you pulling away?
At the beginning, a year ago, he only wanted sex. There were no feelings involved at all. He admits it, and won't lie because that is all you were to him, and you felt the same way after looking for a rebound. But Jude became attached to you as well, not being able to get enough after every night you spent together. Your taste, your sounds, you. He painted a mental picture of you, and it was now the only thing he saw.Â
Five months into your relationship, he began to feel different about you. His heart would warm up at the sight of you, his hands sweating when you'd talked to him, becoming overly possessive and jealous of any men who were present next to you. But he wasn't sure, becoming insecure he wouldn't be what you wanted, or that you would still be into your ex. Which resulted in him saying nothing could ever happen between you two, that no feelings were involved. Â
Eight months into your relationship, or now situationship there had been too many encounters where he would let loose of his emotions, not being able to hold back how he felt. Heâd make any excuse to see you, being safe in your presence. During that period, he would become more protective of you, but he also let you down without him knowing. To others, it looked like you were a couple, but he would make sure to say you were just friends.Â
Jude often found himself trying to get rid of his feelings for you by texting other girls in his DMâs. And when heâd tell you, he would notice the small form on your face. And when he was later seen in clubs with them, he knew that didnât work either. Jude made the rule of it ever becoming too much to say so, to avoid drama and conflict, but he just couldn't. You were the only thing that raced through his mind, and sooner or later, he cared about you so much that he was scared of one day not seeing you.Â
After that night, well the morning after, when Jude woke up alone, he knew he would change things between you two. He was tired of avoiding how he truly felt, tired of how you weren't really his, just in bed. He wanted you to be the first girl for anything, the first girl who would meet his dad, and later become the mother of his kids and the wife of his dreams. It was you. His Y/n.Â
Since your job was slightly related to the public, and organizing events, that would mean seeing Jude again. You were thankful for one of your girlfriends helping you with this event, being in charge of guiding guests to their table for the charity and award night in downtown Madrid. You avoided when he walked in, wearing a black suit and white button-up, hair styled like he liked, and rings decorating his fingers.Â
But as much as you tried, here you were, guiding him and his teammates to the table in the front of the stage, âHere we are! Complimentary drinks will be on the way. As soon as the last few guests arrive, we will serve dinner. A waiter will come by with any other offers youâd like, having a wonderful evening!â you say, pretending to not know anyone there.Â
âWhat would you recommend? For dinner? I see there's seafood and picanha meat? Just want to keep my options open,â you look over at his teammate, noticing he is French. âWell you canât go wrong with seafood, but Iâd go with the picanha meat, one of our best Brazilian chefs has been hired, and I promise you he won't disappoint,â you wink playfully, not in a flirting way.Â
Jude clenches his jaw and clears his throat, catching on as if you were pretending not to know him, so he intervenes. âSo Y/n, what would a Picanha plate serve perfectly as a drink?â he cocked his head to the side, his teammate plastering a confused face as he confidently said your name. You swallow deeply, throat becoming dry, âWell you can go wrong with some fine red wine, or any alcoholic beverage of choice, but also the GuaranĂĄ Antarctica is a good serve,â you smile hard, showing him a ânot hereâ look.Â
âIf you have any questions please donât hesitate to ask your waiter,â you bid your goodbye and walk back to the entrance, continuing with your job. You sit in the back, conversing with your other co-workers for the night, sharing laughs and glasses of wine, your friend getting close with the guy next to her, as you continue to converse with Manuel. After dinner, you walk around to ensure everything is okay with the guests, they thank you for the amazing service.Â
After two hours your gaze goes back and forth from the dance floor to the paperwork on your table. Your hand is getting tired of writing small notes and checking off details. You jump slightly when you see Jude now seated next to you, his hand on your chair, the other propped against the table. You blush at the proximity, goosebumps gazing at your skin as you continue writing down.Â
âY/n look at meâŠâ he says softly, watching as you shake your head gently, a curl tucked behind your ear, coming down and completely hiding you from him. He takes that curl back into his place, and repeats himself, âLook at me, baby.âÂ
You stare back at his brown eyes, his pupils blown out as he fully stares at you. You let out a small shaky breath, as his eyes roam your figure. âYou look absolutely beautiful tonight Y/n, Couldn't keep my eyes off of you, especially in this dressâŠGod this dress is making me go insaneâ Jude lets out.Â
 âJude.â
âWe have to talk about us sometime you know? You canât just pretend everything we did, what we went through wasn't real. You canât avoid me forever as much as you try. You know well you can't forget me, let alone deceive me⊠And I won't lie to you, because if we're gonna fix us, we're gonna do it the right way. I'm going to be honest and confess I miss you, so so so much Y/nâŠâ Jude confesses.Â
âYou can't say stuff like what and not mean it, Jude. It's not fair⊠to me or you. You said if it ever became too much, that weâd end us, whatever was going on to avoid unnecessary drama. So thatâs what I'm doing, ending our situationship or whatever we had⊠I want to move on and settle downâŠâ you say, going to pick up your pen but he stops you, interlocking each other's hands.Â
âBut I'm not lying to you Y/n. I mean every word. Fuck whatever I said in the past, I only said it at the moment. If you want to end it, I won't stop you but just know I'm not giving up. I'm willing to win you back and show you what you deserve. Because I love you. Iâll say it right now, and every time I see you because I love you Y/nâŠâ Jude persists, thumbs rubbing over your small hand.Â
âYou say this now but what if it's too late? You introduced me as your friend all the time, made it clear it was just sex, hung out with other girls and rubbed it into my face, only called for a quick fuck and went back to doing you. If anything, what if you say this now, and then later on regret it?â you say, releasing your hands from his. âYou canât love me Jude, you just canât. We're completely different people, weâd never work-â
âWe canât know if we donât try. When you left the morning after, I had planned to say all this, because I was tired of myself for not giving in and fighting for you sooner. I hated the fact we were close and intimate yet so far and distant from each other. I want it all with you Y/n⊠No bullshit.â if we were close before, we're even closer now. Jude tilts your chin towards him, brushing his thumb delicately against your cheek.Â
âYou can't deny the feeling of love, or hide the passion. I know you love me, and I know that no matter what, if you're walking away from me today, you'll miss and love me tomorrow⊠When thereâs love it cannot be forgotten, it is always engraved. If you can look at me in my eyes, and convince me that you don't love me then I wonât fight for usâŠâÂ
âAnd if we try and it doesn't work out, look at us now! If I lose you for good⊠Jude it would be hard⊠youâve become one of the closest people i've valued and trusted, and for all our cherished memories to go to nothing would be unbearable⊠if what you're saying is true, and not lying, then we have a long way ahead of us⊠so are you this is what you want?â you say, leaning into his touch and watching as he gives you a big smile.Â
âMore than anythingâŠâ
âŠ
âAnd he's done it again! After a wonderful assist, Jude Bellingham puts Real Madrid in the lead of 3-2 against Napoli! The young England star shines again!â
You jump up and down, not caring if people see you weirdly in the library while they study. Your boyfriend scored again, and thatâs all that mattered. You knew this was his night, his special performance once again. Jude is proving every day, every game, what a valuable and talented player he is. And there's nothing more that warms your heart than to see Jude happy and stable in his current position. You knew he wouldn't have it any other way.Â
So so incredibly proud of you Jude! Another goal to the list, can't wait for you to come home tomorrow so we can celebrate! See you soon baby!
You set your phone down and continue back to your studies, wanting to check the last bit of notes for your class so youâd be able to use them for the test. But soon the match finished, and it wasn't long for Jude to text you back, sending you a selfie of him with the MOTM trophy.Â
I love you so much, baby! Thank you for being there for me, even if you're not currently here with me! And yes, I will be seeing you very soon, we fly back tonight. Get ready, because we're gonna attend a small get-together at Fedeâs house, pretty girl, xx ;)
You didn't have in mind to go out, especially during the week, but this was his night, and you wanted him to celebrate the way he wanted. After quickly finishing your notes, you head to your flat, pick up some dinner, and eat it as you decide what to wear. After a long decision, you change into some slightly flared jeans and a black long-sleeve square neck top, pairing it with a leather jacket since it was cold.Â
You struggle to put your left boot on as you skip to the door, after hearing the doorbell ring. Jude doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around you, hugging you tightly in his embrace. He set you down and kissed you, his soft lips moulding with yours as you let the passion overtake the two of you. Him being careful with your makeup and hair that was done. âGosh, I missed you, had to come quickly after I landed. Also, I love your earrings baby,â Jude said quickly and in a mess making you giggle, he was so excited and overall grateful.
Fedeâs house unfortunately had to get some repair, so now you were at a rooftop bar and club in Madrid, talking with the other wives and girlfriends of the players. Jude often passed by to check in on you, kissing your lips or pecking your temple, it became his love language, and you absolutely loved it. It was late so you went to the corner and searched for Jude. But when you saw him talking to a girl, your eyes narrowed, swallowing away the jealousy and rage.Â
You learned to forgive but also to control your emotions. So you weren't going to let this random ruin that. At the end of the day Jude was yours, and he came back home with you. Like in the past, you worried about stuff like this but now, you wouldn't let it affect you because in the end, you trusted Jude, and he made sure to never hurt you again. As you approached them you scoffed internally at the girl, âShe wonât have to know⊠Just one night JudeâŠâÂ
âAm I interrupting something?â you asked, Judeâs eyes going wide before he laughed. The girl's cheeks burn red and quickly walks away as you shake your head. âI hope you know she is-â
âJude, baby, that didn't bother me. Seeing you smile at her maybe,â you joke, and drag out the e at the end but quickly speak again, âI trust you, and I love you, sweetie. I'm not worried about that because I know I'm the only one you think aboutâŠâ you say, hugging his torso, feeling as his heart pumps quicker, giggling at his reaction at you finally saying those three words he had been anticipating to hear. âSay it again Y/n. Slap or pinch me so I know what I heard is true and not just a dreamâŠâ
âI love you, Jude Bellingham.â
âGod me too baby⊠me too. I love you so much, my gorgeous girlâŠâ his hands dug into the back pockets of your jeans, leaning down and rushing his lips on yours. The corner was alone, so no one could stare at you. Your hands came to cup his face, closing your eyes and relishing the kiss, his tongue wanting you to grant permission to deepen the kiss. The small clicking noises, the let-out grunts and moans, drove the two of you crazy.Â
His hands soon went to your hips, squeezing them as he sat down on the couch, kissing down your jaw and corners of your mouth. Your hands softly running up and down his back and chest. âTaste so sweet, I canât get enough, too attachedâŠâ you giggle at his words, Jude letting out a small chuckle. âManaged to score a goal, and hear you say I love you to me. I'm the luckiest man on earth right nowâŠâ
The next morning Jude freaked out when he didn't see you on the bed, panting and gasping because you weren't next to him. He put on some shorts and looked around the room before going down to the kitchen and seeing you stand there making breakfast. âBaby⊠you scared me. I thought you left me.â
You laughed and came up to him, you pecked his lips and wiped the small sweat that formed on his forehead. âNever. I donât want to leave your side. I didn't mean to scare you, I just wanted to make us some breakfast before you began your recovery day, Jude,â you say leaning against the countertop with the spatula in your hand. âFor a second I thought you did, and I was reliving my worst nightmare! But it's okay because I know you're here with me, and that's all that matters.â
He closed the gap between you, kissing your forehead gently, then to the tip of your nose, and finally your lips again. âI love love love love love you so much Jude,â you say repeatedly making him chuckle.Â
âYou better, because you ain't going nowhere.âÂ
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Getting The Hang Of This âGirlfriendâ Thing (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)
A/N: ahhh thank you guys so much for such nice feedback on my last fic! đ«¶đ»đ«¶đ» this is just a little blurb thatâs a lot less heavy haha. I am working on another hurt/comfort fic though đ
This was inspired by personal hormonal moodiness this month đ
-Mod Angel
Summary: Spencer is in a new relationship and is learning that thereâs more to it than just facts.
CW: discussion of menstruation, implied smut at the end
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Spencer walked into the BAU, walking right to the kitchen to pour himself some coffee. Penelope, Emily, and JJ were standing around the kitchen and talking.Â
They saw him pouring sugar in his coffee and laughed a bit. âWhat did you get up to last night?âÂ
He groaned a bit, taking a sip of his coffee. He hesitated for a moment before speaking. âCan I⊠ask you guys a question? About⊠girls?â
They all looked at each other and raised their eyebrows. âAww, do you need someone to give you âthe talk?ââ JJ asked teasingly.
He rolled his eyes and sighed. âNo, not that. Iâm doing just fine with that, thank you very much.â Everyone made various disgusted noises, which made him laugh. âNo, itâs just⊠well, my girlfriendâs on her period, and she was basically doing nothing except snapping at me last night. Did I do something wrong?â
They all looked at each other again. Emily spoke first. âOhh⊠yeah. You probably did something wrong.â She laughed and pointed to his sugar-filled coffee cup. âDid she make you sleep on the couch?â
He sighed and set his mug down. âNo. I asked her if she wanted to be alone, but she said that would just make her more upset.â He picked up his mug and took another sip. âI know that women experience fluctuations in estrogen and progesterone levels during menstruation which can cause feelings of irritability and anger, butâŠâ
âHold on.â Penelope said. âDid you say that to her?â
âI⊠might have mentioned it.â He shrugged slightly. âI figured it would comfort her to know the science behind it. She usually loves it when I tell her facts like that.â
Everyone groaned. JJ patted him on the shoulder. âSpence. Did you really think that would comfort a hormonal woman?â
He looked a little confused. âIs there something Iâm missing? Iâve never had to deal with a hormonal girlfriend until now.â
âOkay. Then let us tell you what youâre missingâ she said. âNo one wants to be told that theyâre grumpy when theyâre on their period. It doesnât matter if itâs a fact, or if thereâs science behind it. Thatâs like⊠poking a bear.â
He hesitated before speaking again. â⊠so, it was a bad idea to tell her that eating sugar would increase inflammation in the body that would cause fatigue and irritability?â
Everyone groaned. âOh my god, you did not say that to her. Please tell me you didnât say that to her?â Penelope pleaded.Â
He shrugged. âI didnât know that was wrong! Why is that wrong?â
âLook. All the facts in the world could not comfort a hormonal woman.â JJ started. âShe doesnât want to hear why sheâs feeling grumpy. She wants you to comfort her. When your girlfriend is on her period, you say nothing about it. Consider this a lesson.â
He groaned and took another sip of coffee. âSo, I messed up?â
âYes.â
âNow what?â He sighed.Â
Penelope looked at him very seriously. âYouâre going to go home tonight, bring her flowers and chocolate, and apologize. And youâre going to say you learned your lesson.â
He thought for a second before nodding. âOkay. Iâll do that.â He looked at everyone and smiled. âThank you⊠Iâm still new to all this, so this has been very helpful.â
There was a chorus of âyouâre welcomeâ and âgood luckâ before everyone went to start their work day.Â
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When he got home, Spencer walked through the door of the apartment, the handle of a shopping bag hooked over his elbow. âIâm home!â He called out.Â
His girlfriend walked into the room and smiled at him. She was wearing loose pajamas and her hair was tied up in a bun. âWelcome home⊠whatâs in the bag?â
He set the bag down and took out a small bouquet of roses. âThese are for you.â
She smiled and took the bouquet from him. âAw, honey⊠theyâre beautiful.â She breathed in the floral scent.Â
He put up a finger to signal he wasnât done yet. He pulled out a box of chocolates from the bag. âAnd⊠here. I got you your favorites.â
She smiled bigger and handed him the roses back so she could open the box of chocolates. âOh, youâre a saint, babe. Whatâs all this for?â
     He set the roses down gently on the coffee table so he could hug her from behind, resting his head on top of hers. âA peace offering. I⊠Iâm sorry I was so insensitive last night.â
     She turned around and gave him an apologetic look. âOh, Spence⊠no, that was me. Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have yelled at you like that.â
âNo, no, itâs okay.â He patted her on the shoulders. âI told the girls at work what happened and they gave me a stern lecture.â He laughed quietly. âIâve just never had a girlfriend before, so I didnât know the⊠etiquette Iâm supposed to have during this time.â
She smiled and put the chocolates down so she could hug him. âI know. At least, logically I know that. Emotional brain takes over when Iâm hormonal.âÂ
He leaned down to kiss her forehead. âAnd I know that now. Itâs not something I couldâve learned from a book, so⊠itâs a learning curve, I guess.â He laughed again. âI know how to take care of you now.â
She smiled and reached up on her tiptoes so she could kiss him. âYou know⊠thereâs some more period facts I want to tell you.â
He made a face. âPlease tell me itâs not that youâre mad at me again.â
She laughed. âNo, itâs not that. I think youâll like this one.â She moved a little closer and ran a finger gently down his arm, making him shiver a bit. âAn increase in blood flow to the pelvic region makes⊠certain areas more sensitive, leading to an increased libido.â She smirked. âWanna help me out with that?âÂ
He blushed and nodded. âYeah. Yeah, I could do that.â He grinned and leaned down to kiss her.Â
She smiled and dragged him to the bedroom, more than happy to teach him something he didnât know before.
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