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donald4spiderman · 3 years ago

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can you write something where the bau has a halloween party and they all dress up and spencer has had a crush on fem!reader for a while and he legit only goes to the party to see her and he gets rlly flustered (as always) when he sees her in her sexy costume but like he’s rlly nervous and maybe something happens😁

SLUTTY HALLOWEEN COSTUMES ARE MY FAV YESSS

TW: mention of sex, sub!spencer

Spencer’s developed a slight crush on one of the agents in the sex crimes division. He’s only seen her in passing; occasionally, they take the elevator together— her to the fourth floor, him to the sixth. He learns through Penelope (and a slight abuse of technological power) that her name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), she’s twenty-nine (two years older than him), and very, very qualified to be in the bureau.

The moments he sees her are few and fleeting, but dreamy nonetheless. There’s a soft halo around her face, faint music playing in the background to accompany her beauty. She flashes him a kind, tight-lipped smile, and a wave. He can never move to wave back in time— she always comes and goes at the speed of light. Spencer supposes it’s the universe's way of torturing him— teasing him with a gorgeous woman so far out of his league.

The grip on his coffee cup almost gives out completely when he sees her, perched on a desk which happens to be his.

“I’m looking for Penelope Garcia’s office.” She states, not in the mood for mindless chatter.

Spencer points in the direction of her door, just down the hall past the elevators. She smiles and mutters a quick thank you before rushing off, manila folder in hand. He pries his eyes off of her once the door shuts behind her.

“Who’s that?” Morgan inquires, fiddling with a number two pencil.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” Spencer says, “She works in sex crimes.”

He chuckles lowly, “She’s cute.”

The rate at which Spencer whips around is enough to have Morgan surrendering. “Please don’t hit on (Y/N)! I’m planning to ask her out... soon. Just let me have a shot, okay?”

“I wasn’t planning on doing anything, kid.” He reassures. “You guys look cute together.”

Spencer’s cheeks warm at the thought of the two of them hand in hand, like a couple. Once he sees (Y/N) exit Penelope’s office and the elevator close behind her, he rushes to talk to his cheerful colleague.

“Garcia!” He exclaims, slamming the door behind him.

“Hello to you too, boy genius.” She chirps, pushing the purple frames up her nose, “What’s the 411?”

“What was (Y/N) doing here?”

“Oh... (Y/N).” She raises her eyebrows teasingly. “She just wanted me to upload some sex crime stats to the bureau's online database.”

“Oh, okay.”

Penelope smiles, “By the way, I’m hosting a costume party for Halloween— this Saturday, my apartment, come dressed.”

Spencer shrugs, “Garcia... You know I don’t like parties.”

“(Y/N) will be there—”

“I’m in!”

Spencer shows up later than expected, hoping that (Y/N)’s already arrived. He’s sad to find out that she hasn’t. The rest of the team is here (minus Rossi and Hotch), along with Anderson and a few members from white-collar and surveillance.

“I’m sure she’ll be here any minute.” Penelope remakes, noticing his uneasiness. He’s dressed a Art The Clown, though much less menacing.

On cue, three firm knocks sound from the door. Penelope entrusts Spencer with her champagne, scurrying over to invite her next guest in.

“(Y/N)!” She cheers, welcoming her in with a hug. Spencer’s ears perk up. “I’m so glad you stopped by!”

(Y/N) guffaws, “Oh, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

She steps into the apartment, revealing a very sexy, dare he say slutty (in a positive way!) devil costume. The red mini dress, heels, and fishnets make the blood rush from his head down to his dick.

“Hi, Spencer.” She greets, stealing the spot near the wall next to him. He tries his best to keep his eyes from wandering over her figure; she crosses her arms, pushing up her cleavage— it almost gets him. “I’m surprised to see you here.”

His brows scrunch together, “Y-you are?”

“Yeah. Garcia said you’re not much of a party guy.”

“Oh, y-yeah. I’m not. B-But I do love Halloween.” Spencer shrugs, squeezing the glass in his hand so tightly it might shatter.

“I can tell.” She laughs. “Terrifier. I love those movies.”

“Me too!” He blurts. He wants the ground to swallow him while, but she seems to find his antics endearing.

(Y/N) sighs, “I went with a basic costume this year.” She waves her hand towards the devil horns. “Figured I didn’t have enough time to replicate anything from Hereditary.”

Spencer choses his next words carefully, “W-well, you l-look amazing.”

“Thanks, Spencer.” Her hands fidget to release some of her anxieties. “You look... awesome.”

“T-thanks.”

Neither of them know what to say next. Spencer’s pretending that he can’t see Penelope spying on them from the kitchen.

“So-“

“I-“

They stop to laugh, finding their unison amusing.

Spencer’s blushes, “You go.”

“Sorry.” She mumbles. “I’m not usually this awkward.”

“What do you mean?” He’s confused. She doesn’t seem awkward in the slightest.

“I just...” (Y/N) exhales a shaky breath, “I’ve had a little crush on you for a while. Sometimes I don’t know how to talk to you because you make me so nervous.”

He can’t believe what she’s saying. “I-I make you nervous.” She nods bashfully. “W-wow. It’s just... y-you make me nervous. Ask anyone in the BAU, t-they’ll tell you that I’ve been fascinated with you for some time.”

“I honestly would’ve never guessed.” She admits. “I had no clue you felt the same way.”

“N-now that you know... would you maybe... wanna go on a date with me?” Spencer offers, rocking on the balls of his feet in anticipation.

“Y-yes! I’d love to.” (Y/N) beams, clapping her hands together in excitement.

Spencer takes notice of Penelope's continued interest, flashing her a giddy smile and a thumbs up. She jumps up and down— he can’t help but share her joy.

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spencessmile · 4 years ago

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Conversations In The Bullpen

Pairing - BAU x Fem!Reader

Summary - You and the team exchange stories from past and present times.

Warnings - Fluff, Swearing & slightest mention of injury and talks about clowns.

Word Count - 1.6k

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“What about you Y/n?” You hear Morgan’s voice as you finish up your last report, adding it to the finished pile. You slide your chair towards his desk, Morgan’s foot stopping it before it hit Garcia’s legs. “Craziest thing you saw or dealt with in LA before you quit your job as a cop? Go.”

“Oh, um,” You chuckle. “I could probably go on forever. A lot of weird shit happens in LA.”

“Top 3?”

“Top 3? Okay, first I had a case where a woman killed her husband because he refused to leave their cottage in her name. When my partner and I investigated we found out that she buried him within the walls of their house.”

“Oh my god, no!” Garcia groans.

“Second has to be when I had my right hand inside a man’s chest for nine hours. He was in a really bad car accident and he wouldn’t have made it to the hospital in time so I had to open him up in the middle of the street in order to stop him from bleeding out.”

“That sounds so cool,” Emily beamed, her chin resting on her right hand.

“There goes my dinner,” Garcia spoke.

“His sternum was severely messed up which caused his heart and one of his big blood vessels to start bleeding into his stomach.”

“Wow! It sounds just like that episode from Grey's Anatomy where Meredith had her hand inside that guy's chest. Remember the one who had the bomb inside him? How did it feel to have your hand in someone’s chest?”

“One of my favourite episodes. Uh, it was umm sor- It was bloody and it got worse,” You shrug. “I passed out on the OR floor.” You chuckle thinking about the whole situation and how ridiculous it sounds saying it out loud.

Morgan and Emily crack up laughing as you shake your head. “Yeah, I remember that whole week being so chaotic but that took the cake.”

“Third?” Spencer asks.

“Oh, this one is top on my list. In 2016, there were killer clowns on the loose in Los Angeles.”

“Nah uh. Nope!” Morgan shakes his head as you notice him tense up at the mention of clowns.

“Morgan has coulrophobia,” JJ said giggling at Morgan.

“What really?” You asked, JJ nodded.

“Oh yeah, Morgan’s not a fan of Halloween, people in costumes or masks.”

“Listen,” Morgan put his hand out. “Costumes and masks give me the hibbie jibbies. Just no.”

“Hey everyone knows you're terrified of clowns but no one here knows why exactly you're terrified of them. What’s the story behind clowns?” Emily asks.

Morgan puts five fingers up. “I had evil older cousins.”

“Oh!!” Everyone laughs.

“Morgan,” You pat his shoulder. “I was traumatized by my older cousins too but don’t worry their all going to hell.”

“I just don’t like the way they look, with the red nose, and all that face paint and masks,” Morgan explains.

“You know the fear of clowns usually stems from the feeling of not knowing what’s going on underneath the mask or costume,” You still remember the words of your captain.

“I just don’t care. If I were to see a clown I will hands down punch it.” Garcia and you just laugh at how passionately Morgan seemed about his hate for clowns.

“2016 was a fucking weird year for LA. It started out as a harmless prank but people just took it too far. I think the LAPD arrested close to 2,000 clowns,” You sounded so ridiculous saying this out loud.

“I just glad weird fucking shit doesn’t happen here in Washington.”

“What would you do if a clown showed up at your apartment?” Spencer asked as

Morgan glared at him. “Why would you ever say such a thing?” Morgan spat, getting upset. “I’d probably kick its ass.”

“Morgan you're scared of like,” Emily waves her hand around. “Everything.” She laughs. “Remember that case we had NYC, and it was Halloween? You were so annoyed that people had decorations up.”

“Oh,” JJ faces lights up. “I remember that and the woman's husband who we were trying to find had a cage full of birds! Morgan, you were terrified of those birds!”

“Okay, can we not do this right now?!” Morgan looked annoyed.

“What’s your problem with birds?” You ask.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Well, actually one time Mor-”

“Baby girl, don't you dare say a word!” Morgan warns her as Garcia puts her hands up.

“Hey! That’s not fair, how come Garcia knows the story but not the rest of us?” Emily asks.

“That’s because I was there,” Garcia sips her tea, looking over at you.

“What type of person is scared of birds?” Spencer asks, shaking his head as Morgan sat up in his chair.

“Reid, Reid don’t move but there’s a spider on your shoulder!” Morgan yells as Spencer jumps up from his chair, violently wiping his shoulder.

“GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! EMILY!!” Spencer continues to move around as you all lose it watching Spencer running around frantically.

“Emily, is it gone?!” He asks, as Emily is holding onto her sides, JJ leaning into her as Garcia was wiping away tears. Morgan's face was tomato red from laughing as you felt like you couldn’t breathe. “Guys! This isn’t funny! Is it gone? Where is it? Please, ser-” You could hear the panic in Spencer’s voice.

“Spencer!” You called. “There was nothing there,” You say, giggling.

“What?”

“Morgan was just pulling your leg,” You playfully smack the back of Morgan’s head as he continues to laugh at Spencer distraught condition. Spencer glares over at Morgan as he grabs the small hand exercise ball off his desk and throws it, hitting Morgan in the face. Everyone bursts out laughing.

“What was that for?”

“For what you just did to me,” Spencer says, putting a hand on his chest.

“Why are you scared of spiders, pretty boy?” Morgan questions.

“I just don’t like them. All their legs and fu-” Spencer shutters at the thought of them.

“Did I ever tell one time Spen-”

“Morgan don’t!”

“Spencer called me over one time because there was a spider on his bedroom ceiling. When I got to his apartment, he was wearing doughnut and smiley faces boxers while trying to kill a spider with a mop.”

“Shut up, your lying!” Emily looks over at Spencer.

“That didn’t actually happen,” Spencer’s face was flushed red with embarrassment.

“Didn’t it?” Morgan holds out his phone, playing a video of Spencer trying to kill the spider.

“This is the best thing ever!” Emily exclaimed.

“YOU MADE A VIDEO?!” Spencer shrieked.

“And I’m not ashamed to admit that I watch it at least twice a day because that video right there is pure gold, baby!” Morgan cheers.

“Who else have you shown that to?” Spencer asked.

“Oh just you guys,” Morgan replies. “My sisters.”

“Oh my god.”

“My mom loved your smiley face and doughnut boxers.”

“YOU SHOWED THIS VIDEO TO YOUR MOM?!” Spencer exclaimed as Garcia kept replaying to the part where Spencer runs behind Morgan.

“Look at his face!” She yells as you and Emily grabbed onto each other from laughing so hard.

“One thing is for sure after watching this video,” JJ says. “Both Spencer and Morgan radiate so much chaotic energy off each other.”

“Yes!” You say, giving her a high five.

“Hey Y/n, did I ever tell you about the time Morgan showed up at my apartment drunk?” Spencer asks and you shake your head. “While wearing nothing but briefs.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Oh you wouldn’t!” Morgan threatens.

“Watch me!” Spencer leans over and whispers in your ear.

“OH MY GOD MORGAN! You look over at him. “Seriously?”

“What’s going on out here?” You hear a deep voice from behind you, turning around you see Hotch walking down the catwalk.

“How come I didn’t know about Morgan's dirty past?” You ask, folding your arm. Without even asking Hotch knew exactly what you were referring to.

“I’m unfriending you all,” Morgan points to everyone as Garcia leans into him, giggling.

“Everyone here knows a little bit too much about Morgan’s sex life,” Hotch points out.

“Hotch, not you too man,” Morgan groans.

Hotch leaned against Emily’s desk as he looks around at you all teasing and laughing with each other. Though Hotch could hear the laughter from his office, he couldn’t help but walk out and join the chaos. It was times like this, that Hotch was beyond thankful to have you all apart of his life. He could always count on you guys to add the sweet and spice to your guy's solemn life.

“What are you all still doing here? Your shift ended half hour ago,” Hotch looks down at his clock.

“Oh shoot!” JJ said, quickly grabbing her bag. “I gotta pick up Henry from my moms.” She bid her goodbyes and headed out.

“What about the rest of you? Don’t have any plans?”

“I have a date but that’s not until Wednesday,” Morgan says as you all just stare blankly at him. “At 7pm.” You smirk at him. “What?”

“Today is Wednesday you dumbass,” You said. “You just stood up your date by a half-hour.”

“Oh shit!” Morgan scrambled for his things, beelining for the elevator. “If I don’t get laid tonight, it’s all your guy's fault and drinks are on you guys for a whole month!” He yells behind him.

“Twenty bucks say his date going to cuss him off for being late, leaving him hanging,” You say.

“Forty bucks say that Morgan is going to get laid and that we’re all going to hear about over coffee tomorrow morning,” Hotch said dropping forty bucks on the table, walking away leaving you all in shock.

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fandom-monium · 4 years ago

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I JUST READ KITCHEN CATASTROPHES OMG ITS SOOO CUTE UGH MY HEART SO SOFT CAN YOU PLSSS DO A PART 2? THANK YOU KEEP DOING WHAT YOU DO

AN: thank you, anon! i dont plan to make a sequel to KC. But if i did:

For Valentine’s Day

Summary: In which you throw a wrench in Spencer’s plans: you don’t like Valentine’s Day. “If it’s with you, I guess it’s not so bad.”

WC: 2.9k (whoops)

Tags/Warnings: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader, fluff, cussing, semi anti-valentines day, Spencer tears up but dont worry were there to fix that, established relationships (blegh), Garvez if you squint, post-For the Holidays

Fuck cooking, Spencer thinks one day.

It's an irrational thought. The kind that strikes through his mind in a flash of irritation like a scrape of the knee as he is perusing the internet. Yes, he is using a computer willingly. He has to because he's desperate.

Cooking is stupid. Who really needs it, right?

…

He needs it. God, he needs it so bad.

His need to learn cooking wasn't as incessant until recently. Until you came along.

Spencer is a meticulous person and a romantic if you'd ever met one. Makes sense considering how he grew up, reading the classics and all that. He's read all the gooey literary shit old people write and while he never understood those meanings it all dawned on him one day. Quotes written like 'the stars in their eyes' and 'sunshine glowing off them like a halo', suddenly makes sense once he meets you. Or at least, after coming to know you, months into your newfound friendship.

It's because of this he plans accordingly the weeks leading up to Valentine's day! Because again he's meticulous and a romantic and a genius so he plans every step and makes a back up plan in case A, B, and C fall through.

Is he going overboard?

… Nah. No way. Not when it comes to you.

But fuck with a capital F, man.

It's your third date. Or what is supposed to be your third date if you would just stop being you for a second.

Then again, he loves you a lot and he wouldn't love you if you weren't, well, you.

Although—pardon his french—what the fuck.

Spencer knows he needs to learn to cook. You've tried plenty of times to teach him and he loves learning and he especially loves it when you are the teacher (wait, does he have a teacher/student fantasy? Maybe. That’s something he'll look into later. Preferably with you).

Unfortunately, he's terrible at it.

He's made progress and he knows it's true because you said so but the miniscule progress he's made is. Not. Enough. And it's all your fault! Because he gets so distracted by you during your lessons, like when you put your hands over his to show him proper slicing techniques—holy fuck, he wanted to combust right there—or just watching your deft hands at work, lips and brow scrunched in concentration in that adorable way. And you smell like cooking oil or whatever you're making and you're hot.

He's so into you it physically hurts. Ugh. How is he so lucky?

You're also the first person he's been this into since Maeve. And everyone knows how well that turned out.

So he tries to dial it down for Valentine’s Day. Morgan told him once he tends to throw himself into everything he does, including love. And when you two got together, he promised the universe he will not fuck this up. He ends up combining Morgan’s advice with Luke’s, trying to be casual like Luke says because apparently you're just as into him as he is of you.

The thought makes him grin uncontrollably. Luke says it makes him look like a clown but a lovesick clown. A lovefool, Luke hehs.

Spencer doesn’t get the joke, but it does nothing to deter him.

As Luke advised, Spencer does “not” make a dozen back up plans and does “not" plan weeks in advance. Because that wouldn't be casual, would it?

But now the day’s come and as Valentine’s Day turns to Valentine’s Night, Spencer wants to pull his hair, rub his frustratedly stinging eyes but he can't because he's in the middle of work, in the middle of the bullpen, in the middle of his desk and he refuses to be that guy. Not again.

Why does he feel like sobbing? Like a loser?

Because you don't like Valentine’s Day. No, you abhor it.

It happens in the middle of the work day. It's like he tried to open a door only for a bucket of ice water to be dumped on him and now he looks like a drowned rat. He definitely feels like one.

You're talking with Garcia about her Valentine’s Day plans as you multitask, switching between putting together packets and stacking them aside. Then taking them under the hole-puncher and stapling them together because the BAU isn't all kicking down doors and catching freaks.

It makes sense that you’re chatting with Garcia during your break. The two of you have become two peas in a pod after you came out of your shell. Now you're inseparable. Only you make Garcia leave her batcave as much as she does now.

Out of sight, he catches tidbits of your conversation when he hears distinctively: Fuck Valentine’s Day.

Okay, you didn't say that verbatim but you might as well have, grimacing as you three hole-punch a packet and his heart. Then a nail on his coffin only it’s with a stapler.

Thump. Chick.

Spencer winces; there goes your his Valentine’s Day plans.

It shouldn't sting as much as it does. You've been dating for over a month and Valentine’s Day is definitely not his favorite holiday either. It's not even top 3. And as you rant he can’t help but silently nod in agreement, all the facts straight: yes, it's an eyesore. Yes, it's a capitalistic holiday. Yes, people should do nice things for their significant others no matter the time and not because it's expected on a specific day. Yes, it doesn't compare to Halloween—

The thing is, you two aren't that “couple-y”, at least in a traditional sense. Not like Will and JJ who got a babysitter so they could go out or like Luke and Garcia as they plan to go to a special Valentine’s Day event she wants to check out (she vehemently denies anything going on between them but he doesn't need to be a genius to see the affection they have for one another. Just kiss already, damn).

So yeah, Spencer hoped to spend the romantic holiday with you. For once, he'd have Valentine’s Day plans, aside from exchanging cards with the team and his mother.

But apparently you hate Valentine’s Day! So there goes plan A, B, C, and D!

Spencer feels the tears spring at the corner of his eyes. He sniffs as subtly as he can, raising an open case file to his face. Of all the plans he hadn't thought through this was not one of them. IQ 187, his ass.

He should've known. Or at least ask your thoughts on Valentine’s Day. That was inconsiderate on his part. He blinks back tears, withdrawing into himself despite his hurt because he is a lovefool and only for you. He just wants to impress you, make you happy even if that means canceling your first Valentine’s Day together.

Now if you'll excuse him, he has to call off a few reservations and make some returns. Several actually.

Can you return a dozen donuts in the shape of hearts?

… Yeah, he better ask Emily for the rest of the day off.

—

"Hey Newb, have you seen Spencer? I haven't seen him since his break," You ask, resting your chin in your hand as you squint at another form. Your eyes are beginning to tire.

Spencer asked you several times over the course of the last week, checking to see if you were free today. You are, so you planned to hang with him after work, but he hasn't returned from his break and he wasn't answering your calls or texts. Not unusual but still odd for your boyfriend (you still can’t believe you get to say that).

Luke sighs, his smooth voice reaching over your shared divider, "You know at some point I'm just not going to respond. You guys can’t call me Newbie forever."

"Keep telling yourself that," You snort without looking up.

Another sigh and you smirk: you win.

"For your information," Luke grumbles, words punctuated with sass, "Doc went home."

You pause. "Home?" He didn't tell you.

"Yeah, probably to get ready for your date."

"Our date?" You frown and stand up, leaning over the divider to see if Luke’s fucking with you.

He isn't. Luke shrugs, humming wistfully as he rests his cheek in his hand, "You should've seen how excited he was, being it your first Valentine's Day and all. I told him to chill out because you'll love whatever it is no matter what but I'm sure he ignored that and planned something spectacular for you guys." Sitting back, he twirls around in his chair.

You grimace, recalling your earlier conversation with Garcia.

Shit.

"Meanwhile, I have to spend Galentine's Day with Garcia because all the ladies of the BAU are taken and I have nothing better to do—" Luke comes to a full 720, catching the tail end of your coat as you whip it on and make for the door. "—um, excuse you?"

"If Emily asks, I had an emergency!" You manage to call back, throwing open the glass door.

"Okay?"

"Thanks, Newb!"

As the elevator door dings shut with you inside, leg jumping because you have a sneaking suspicion you fucked up, Luke slouches in his chair and grumbles.

He's not a newb. Or a newbie.

—

You rush over to Spencer's, catching your breath as you stumble to his front door. There's shuffling from inside, the faint sound of clanking and crashing and your heart swells because this is the man you’ve fallen for, the first one you've ever felt this way for. Here he is, being all considerate and romantic. And here you are, fucking it up when your relationship’s barely even started.

God, you're an asshole, you berate yourself as you turn the doorknob and push open the door. You're an asshole you're an asshole you’re an asshole—

Then your eyes widen and your jaw goes slack.

Immediately, you slap a hand over your mouth and nose as your favorite scented candles hit you like someone shoved a bouquet in your face. The description isn't too far off considering there's a lovely bouquet of your favorite flowers still in its wrapping, haphazardly set next to a dozen donuts on the coffee table like no one's business. Its petals are strewn across the floor, a few in tiny piles like they were hastily swept to the side. Red and pink and dark green fill your vision.

Who gutted Cupid and tossed his organs around, holy fu-

"(Your name)?"

Startled, you crane your head to find Spencer, beautiful hair askew and his tie hanging loosely around his neck. His sleeves are pushed up to his elbows as he clutches flowers to his chest. In his other hand, he grips the colored strings of several shiny red and pink balloons in the shape of hearts and—fuck—your heart might actually float up from your chest and into your eyes.

This is your man. Your partner. Your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend panics, fumbling for a second before stuffing the balloons and trimmed flowers back into the room behind him and slamming the door shut. He turns back to you, eyes wide.

"What-what are you doing here?" Spencer stammers, wringing his hands together.

You blink at him, dumbly holding up your phone. "You-uh-you left early and didn't return my calls."

"I'm sorry. I think I left my phone at work," Probably because he left in such a rush, Spencer groans, looking anywhere but you. The petals scattered over his floor are quite pretty in this light. "And I was a bit busy."

"I'm sure you were," You gawk openly at the strings of fairy lights hung around his living room. It's a clash of aesthetics. Spencer always rocked dark academia, but despite how ugly the combination of red and pink decorations with his nature green walls and dark wood is, it leaves his apartment a little brighter, a little cozier, and you love it.

You love everything about this.

But as you take in the ugly beauty of it all, Spencer fidgets at the doorway, mistaking your awe as shock and disgust. Wiping sweaty palms on his trousers, his eyes dart around, trying to focus on something, but every place he lays his eyes on makes him cringe. He catches all the things he couldn't clean up or put away in time. No doubt you do too. All the leftover flower petals, the donuts he can’t return, candles that haven’t blown out because he has the lungs of an 8-year old asthmatic.

Spencer can't imagine how appalled you are.

And the longer your silence stretches on, the more nervous he gets so he blurts out, "I'm so sorry, (Your Name)!"

Your brow shoots up as he begins to ramble.

"You must hate this. I'll put everything away."

"You really don't have to—" You stop him, and your heart nearly crumbles as Spencer's does when he finally meets your worried gaze.

His eyes gleam with unshed tears. He swallows, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—"

"Doc—"

"At least not without asking you—"

"Doctor—"

"I understand if you want to break up—" His voice cracks, as if the idea itself will destroy him (it definitely will).

"Spencer—" His voice, wobbly and dripping with unnecessary guilt, draws you to him.

"But I want you to know that I—"

With an exasperated sigh, you grab his hand as yours finds the nape of his neck, pulling him into a soft kiss.

For a second, Spencer doesn't respond because who kisses the person they're about to break up with? Strange, really. But then he kisses you back. His hands remain frozen, unsure of where he stands, but he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. He figures this is a new social cue he has yet to learn. And if this is the last time you kiss him, he'll treasure every second of it, take whatever you'll give him because again he's a lovefool for you.

And when you pull back, he's too dazed he nearly misses the look you give him. Suddenly, he can’t breathe.

You look at him like he hung the stars instead of cheap fairy lights around his apartment.

Spencer’s confused. "I-I... Wha—"

"I'm not breaking up with you," You chuckle, and you nearly burst out laughing as genuine puzzlement takes over his face. You tug him behind you, plopping yourselves on his couch. You smile, appreciating the way he organized the cushions and throw-pillows; there's now space for two people to lay down.

You take a breath. "You wanna know why I don't like Valentine’s Day?"

Spencer slouches, though his body is angled towards you so you suppose that's good. He sighs, "Because it's a capitalistic holiday that reinforces the idea of doing the bare minimum…"

He begins listing your reasons, and your eyes soften. Of course he listened and remembered even if you mentioned it offhandedly.

You nod once he finishes. "Yes but before that—and I can't believe I'm telling you this—back when I was a little kid, I didn’t get any Valentines."

Spencer's brow furrows at the newfound information. You continue, "I'd get some from my friends and stuff but that's not what Valentine's Day is about. At least not when you're a kid. When you’re a dumb kid, it’s about couples and romantic shit, and I didn't really have any of that growing up." You purse your lips and glance away, face flushed with embarrassment. It's really not that big a deal, but putting it into words makes the idea seem more intimate and personal.

It takes a moment for your words to sink in as Spencer can't believe his ears. How could you not have been showered with love and affection and presents on Valentines Day? It's like water doesn't make things wet or fire doesn't produce heat; it just doesn't make sense. Because you deserve that much and more.

"So every Valentine's Day, I lowered my expectations and eventually I stopped caring. I'd tell myself those things and I started to believe them," You bite your lip, eyes crinkling as you give Spencer a sheepish smile. "But now I have you."

At that, Spencer returns your smile, letting you take his hand. Any tears he had seem to evaporate instantly.

“So, I'm sorry that I hurt you. I stand by what I said before, Valentine’s Day sucks. But if it’s with you,” Blushing deeply, you play with Spencer's hand, large and veins defined compared to yours, shrugging, “I guess it’s not so bad.”

Spencer’s smile broadens, and he intertwines your fingers together. "So what you’re saying is, you don’t hate this?” He looks around his living room.

You shake your head, unable to stop the grin crossing your lips. “No. In fact, very much the opposite. Honestly, thank you for this, it’s beautiful. I have no words.” You breathe it all in; the candles, the flowers, the— Your nose wrinkles and you snort, “Did you burn something?”

Bashfully looking down, he scratches his chin. “I-uh-tried to make your favorite dishes. Though, I was hoping the candles and flowers would mask it.”

You giggle and pull him into you, snuggling into his side. “That’s okay. I’d much rather have you anyway.”

With Spencer a blushing, stuttering mess in your arms, head resting on your chest, you press a kiss to his hair and conclude; yeah, you don’t like Valentine’s Day.

But you sure as hell love Spencer more.

—

AN: FtH status: finished - 7/5. yes 7.

I realize this was not what anon requested but oh well i wrote this at 2 am

I’m not that anti v day but i stand by the capitalistic aspect.

yes this takes place after For the Holidays.

also included luke bc hes my bro and i honestly think he deserves so much more than what the show gave also garvez ftw

happy post valentine’s day!!

Song: Lovefool by The Cardigans

#spencer reid x reader #mgg x reader #matthew gray gubler x reader #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid #mgg imagine #mgg fic #mgg x y/n #mgg fanfiction #mgg #matthew gray gubler x oc #matthew gray gubler imagine #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x oc #criminal minds

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🔥BattleHawks draw another big TV rating as well as record crowd🔥

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BattleHawks quarterback Jordan Ta’amu salutes fans as he leaves the field after the first XFL game in St. Louis, a 29-9 victory for the team over the New York Guardians on Sunday, Feb. 23, 2020 in The Dome at America’s Center. (David Carson, [email protected])

Michael Beran poses for pictures with “Kitty Hawk”, a Harris hawk he has trained, as he walks through a crowd of tailgaters before an XFL game between the New York Guardians and the St. Louis BattleHawks at The Dome at America?s Center in St. Louis on Sunday, Feb. 23, 2020. Photo by David Carson, [email protected]

Michael Beran holds “Kitty Hawk”, a Harris hawk he has trained, as Tony Helem, from St. Louis, grabs a selfie with the bird in the tailgating area outside the stadium before an XFL game between the New York Guardians and the St. Louis BattleHawks at The Dome at America?s Center in St. Louis on Sunday, Feb. 23, 2020. Photo by David Carson, [email protected]

Michael Beran, left, holds “Kitty Hawk”, a Harris hawk he has trained, for tailgaters Tammy Hood, Sophia Panopoulos, center, and Joey Kosulan, right, to pat as Beran walks through the crowd before an XFL game between the New York Guardians and the St. Louis BattleHawks at The Dome at America?s Center in St. Louis on Sunday, Feb. 23, 2020. Photo by David Carson, [email protected]

Kurt Hunzeker, team President of the St. Louis BattleHawks, high fives fans during a rally before an XFL game between the New York Guardians and the St. Louis BattleHawks at The Dome at America?s Center in St. Louis on Sunday, Feb. 23, 2020. Photo by David Carson, [email protected]

John Ross, left, Jimmy Jackson, Kellen Hilton, and Dan Masterson shotgun beers as they tailgate before an XFL game between the New York Guardians and the St. Louis BattleHawks at The Dome at America?s Center in St. Louis on Sunday, Feb. 23, 2020. Photo by David Carson, [email protected]

Kurt Hunzeker, team President of the St. Louis BattleHawks, walks through a line of fans during a rally before an XFL game between the New York Guardians and the St. Louis BattleHawks at The Dome at America?s Center in St. Louis on Sunday, Feb. 23, 2020. Photo by David Carson, [email protected]

“Ka-Kaw” cries Mike Johnson to St. Louis BattleHawks players walking into the stadium during an XFL game between the New York Guardians and the St. Louis BattleHawks at The Dome at America?s Center in St. Louis on Sunday, Feb. 23, 2020. “I put this together myself, my daughter helped me” said Johnson about his outfit. Photo by David Carson, [email protected]

St. Louis BattleHawks fans cheer for the team as the players walk into the stadium before an XFL game between the New York Guardians and the St. Louis BattleHawks at The Dome at America?s Center in St. Louis on Sunday, Feb. 23, 2020. Photo by David Carson, [email protected]

Joshua Headley, left, greets St. Louis BattleHawks players walking into The Dome at America?s Center before the BattleHawks first ever game in St. Louis on Sunday, Feb. 23, 2020. Photo by David Carson, [email protected]

Brian Criscione, from Maryland Heights, throws a ball with friends as tailgate before an XFL game between the New York Guardians and the St. Louis BattleHawks at The Dome at America?s Center in St. Louis on Sunday, Feb. 23, 2020. Photo by David Carson, [email protected]

Friends Scott Piedmont, left, and Jeff Garcia, from St. Louis County, celebrate a St. Louis BattleHawks extra points conversion after a touchdown in the third quarter during an XFL game between the New York Guardians and the St. Louis BattleHawks at The Dome at America?s Center in St. Louis on Sunday, Feb. 23, 2020.”We went to a lot of Rams games, and we wanted to show support for the BattleHawks. Kroenke took football away from St. Louis” said Garcia who had the Kroenke clown nose tee shirts made for he and his friends. Photo by David Carson, [email protected]

“Ka-Kaw!!” call out Eric Pitlyk, left, and his brother Brad Pitlyk as they tailgate outside the Dome before the St. Louis BattleHawks first ever game on Sunday, Feb. 23, 2020. The feathered outfits were made by their sister Megan Pitlyk. “We were Rams season tickets holders and now very happy the BattleHawks are in town.” said Brad Pitlyk. Photo by David Carson, [email protected]

St. Louis BattleHawks fans cheer for the team as the walk through a crowd of fan into the stadium before an XFL game between the New York Guardians and the St. Louis BattleHawks at The Dome at America?s Center in St. Louis on Sunday, Feb. 23, 2020. Photo by David Carson, [email protected]

Oliver Luck, the CEO and Commissioner of the XFL, watches the action from the sidelines in the first quarter during an XFL game between the New York Guardians and the St. Louis BattleHawks at The Dome at America?s Center in St. Louis on Sunday, Feb. 23, 2020. Photo by David Carson, [email protected]

(From left in gray shirts) Joe Causino, Scott Piedmont, and Jeff Garcia celebrate a St. Louis BattleHawks’ play during the XFL game against the New York Guardians at The Dome at America’s Center on Sunday, Feb. 23, 2020. Garcia had the Stan Kroenke clown-nose T-shirts made for the group from St. Louis County. Photo by David Carson, [email protected]

St. Louis BattleHawks safety Dexter McCoil (26) is greeted by a crowd of fans as he and his teammates walk from the buses to The Dome at America’s Center before the BattleHawks’ first game in St. Louis on Sunday, Feb. 23, 2020. Photo by David Carson, [email protected]

St. Louis BattleHawks head coach Jonathan Hayes coaches from the sidelines during an XFL game between the New York Guardians and the St. Louis BattleHawks at The Dome at America?s Center in St. Louis on Sunday, Feb. 23, 2020. Photo by David Carson, [email protected]

New York Guardians running back Darius Victor, left, is tackled by St. Louis BattleHawks safety Dexter McCoil Sr. during an XFL game between the New York Guardians and the St. Louis BattleHawks at The Dome at America?s Center in St. Louis on Sunday, Feb. 23, 2020. Photo by David Carson, [email protected]

St. Louis BattleHawks wide receiver Marcus Lucas (85) tries to avoid New York Guardians safety Andrew Soroh (30) after a catch in the fourth quarter during an XFL game between the New York Guardians and the St. Louis BattleHawks at The Dome at America?s Center in St. Louis on Sunday, Feb. 23, 2020. Photo by David Carson, [email protected]

New York Guardians linebacker Ryan Mueller, left, reaches for St. Louis BattleHawks quarterback Jordan Ta’Amu on a pass rush in the second quarter during an XFL game between the New York Guardians and the St. Louis BattleHawks at The Dome at America?s Center in St. Louis on Sunday, Feb. 23, 2020. Photo by David Carson, [email protected]

New York Guardians linebacker D’Juan Hines makes a tackle on St. Louis BattleHawks running back Lenard Tillery in the fourth quarter during an XFL game between the New York Guardians and the St. Louis BattleHawks at The Dome at America?s Center in St. Louis on Sunday, Feb. 23, 2020. Photo by David Carson, [email protected]

St. Louisans continue to quench their football thirst, after being parched for more than four years. The BattleHawks were a big hit for those watching at home as well as fans attending their game Sunday afternoon.The first pro football game in St. Louis since December 2015, when the NFL’s Rams played their last home game before jilting the city, drew nearly 30,000 fans. That was the biggest crowd thus far in the current version of the XFL, which is back in business after a failed try in 2001.Television viewership followed suit. According to Nielsen, which tabulates viewership, 8% of homes in the market with a TV watched ESPN’s telecast of the game, in which the BattleHawks pounded New York 29-9. That translates into about 88,000 area residences tuning in to the telecast. In contrast the Houston-Tampa Bay contest, on ABC, drew a 3.5 rating in Houston and a 3.3 figure in Tampa-St. Petersburg. Ratings weren’t immediately available for the weekend’s two XFL games shown on Fox outlets.This lofty viewership in St. Louis came despite the fact that ESPN customers missed not only the much-hyped introduction to the telecast, when fans were at a frenzy for the team’s home debut, but also the BattleHawks’ first drive. And first home touchdown. That’s because ESPN was showing the conclusion of a college basketball game that ran long, and moved the B-Hawks’ start to ESPNews and had it on its app — both entities that many viewers do not have. (More on this in the “Media Views” column in Friday’s Post-Dispatch.)Overall, the BattleHawks’ three games to date have averaged a 6.9 rating.By comparison, the Cardinals averaged a 6.6 rating last season for their games shown on Fox Sports Midwest, and the Blues were at a 3.7. But for perspective, there are many more Cards and Blues games televised, making many individual telecasts less appealing that a novel football game. Plus, many of the local baseball and hockey teams’ contests are played at less advantageous times than the late weekend afternoon slots in which the BattleHawks have been.