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[matthewgraygubelier]

What Girlfriends Do

A/N: Here’s something I wrote that I’m actually really pleased with!! It’s pretty simple and just really fluffy, but I tried to step outside of my comfort zone with it. please comment and let me know what you think!! Happy reading <3 

Summary: Girlfriends were a very new territory to Spencer, but he never realized how much  was actually missing out on.

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Mentions of bruises and cuts, Mentions of general violence

Spencer stomped up the stairs to the floor of his apartment, his aching feet thudding heavily, causing the floorboards under him to creak more than usual. He shuffled to his front door, shoving his key in the lock and pushing the door open. He rubbed his eyes and yawned while closing the door, turning the lock back. He threw his keys and satchel onto the bookshelf next to the door. He fumbled over into the small kitchen rubbing his fingers into his eyes before grabbing a clean glass from the dishwasher and pouring a glass of water. He chugged it before filling the glass back up to the top. He was beat, literally. The unsub in the team’s most recent case was a 300 pound, 6 foot 6 mass of muscle, and he briefly got his hands on Spencer, giving him a black eye and busted lip. It was a wonder he didn’t break his eye socket or jaw.

“Spencer?” A voice chimed from another part of the house.

At first the voice frightened Spencer; it shot out of the quiet like a cannon fire, then he remembered.

(Y/N).

It was still a very strange thing to him. Coming home to someone.

It was strange to come home to a loving, kind smile. It was strange to come home to open arms filled with warmth. It was strange to come home to someone who made him feel like his best self, someone who banished and erased all of the bad things he saw during the day. She reminded Spencer of all of the good things in the world. She reminded him that after a long day of chasing monsters, there were still things to be thankful for, things to enjoy, and things to be excited about. He loved her with his whole heart, and he never, ever wanted her to not be there when he got home.

It still surprised him how much the sound of her voice calling out to him affected him. It shook him to his core. His whole demeanor changed. He suddenly felt a spring return to his step. He raised his head, a great big smile growing on his face. All at once, the pain of his facial injuries seemed to completely dissipate. At just the idea of holding her in his arms, his body warmed, like it was melting.

His heart leapt in his chest. He turned on his heels and practically ran into the dimly lit living room. He could see her silhouette etched into the couch cushions.

“(Y/N).” He spoke, his voice quiet and filled with awe.

Pure relief washed over him as she hopped from the corner of couch where she had been curled up with a book. He took long strides, bounding over the space between them in a matter of nanoseconds. He swept her up into his arms, lifting her and twirling around. He let her feet touch the ground again before pulling her into his chest. He enveloped his arms around her, resting his chin on the top of her head. He touched one hand to the back of her head, smoothing her hair down her back. With his other hand, he rubbed the entire length of her back. (Y/N) giggled lightly, returning the favor. She looped her arms around his waist, happily nuzzling her face in his chest. Holding her close to him, never wanting to let her go.

They stood like that for a moment, just very simply embracing each other, breathing each other in. Becoming one.

“Oh, (Y/N)…” He whispered, not even realizing he was speaking. He squeezed her tight, feeling her breath against his neck. He did not want to let go.

(Y/N) pulled away first, shifting too look at him.

“Oh, Dear, Spencer…” She said, as she examined his bruised face. She lifted her hands to his face, her fingertips ghosting over his lip and his eye. Concern colored her face.

He just laughed and looked away from her scrutinizing gaze. “Honestly, I can’t even feel it.” He said, trying to reassure her that he was all right. He looked down at her, totally amazed that she was his. His hands touched her shoulders as he drew his fingers up her arms. He squeezed her hands on his face.

“Nonsense.” She replied before pulling away. Spencer pouted, he wanted to keep holding her.

She disappeared briefly into the bathroom, coming out with a black bottle and cotton balls. She ran over to the freezer, sliding to a halt in her socks and returning with an ice pack.

“Come with me.” She instructed. She took his hand and lead him to the leather couch. He did as he was told, watching her with confusion as she plopped down into the corner of the couch, curling her legs under her. She gently pulled Spencer down onto the couch, patting the tops of her thighs, inviting him to lay his head on them.

Still confused, he twisted his body hesitantly, leaning back into her lap, his body stiff.

“Relax, Doc.” She laughed, her voice sweet and light. He smiled and blushed at her nickname for him. He wasn’t known for having many nicknames, and his heart flew when she addressed him as such.

He laid his head down on her thighs, the heat from her legs sending light chills from the back of his head to his toes. It was a comforting thing, and while he didn’t understand why he was laying like this, like a child, he enjoyed it.

He looked up at her. Looked at her bright eyes. The way he felt looking into them was unimaginable, otherworldly even. Without thinking, he reached up and touched her cheek. This caught her by surprise.

“You��re terribly beautiful.” He whispered, entranced by her beauty. He traced the shape of her cheeks with his fingers, following her nose and down to her lips.

She blushed but didn’t speak. She gathered the supplies she’d snatched from various parts of the house.

“What do you need cotton balls, hydrogen peroxide, and an ice pack for?” He asked, quizzically. He watched her as she screwed the cap off of the peroxide and poured a bit on a cotton ball.

“I’m going to tend to your injuries.” She answered. She dabbed the soaked cotton ball on his busted lip, making him wince and moan.

“Sorry.” She whispered as she dabbed his cut. “I should have mentioned it would sting.” He sighed, letting the stinging peroxide seep into his cut.

“Why?” He asked, again his voice curious. “An EMT did that earlier.” He closed his eyes, turning his head toward her stomach, his nose brushing against her.

“Because that’s what girlfriends do, silly.” She answered. “Close your eyes.” She instructed before laying the cold pack on his swollen eyelid. The cold was soothing.  

This sounded like a strange reasoning to Spencer. Was that really something girlfriends did?

He figured he couldn’t really argue her logic, considering Spencer hadn’t ever really had a girlfriend.

They continued to lay there for a while. He was very still and kept his eyes closed. (Y/N) continued to clean up his face, using one hand to hold the ice pack on his eyelid and the other to pet his wild curls.

Secretly, Spencer loved when (Y/N) touched his hair. Whenever they were just laying together like this, she would run her fingers through his hair, gently working out any knots that got in her way. She would pause and massage his scalp, scratching his whole head and behind his ear.

He loved it greatly, but he couldn’t exactly figure out why.

He knew that it had to do with the release of dopamine in the brain, but it felt like so much more than that.

He also thought it was kind of strange that he could love something so simple so much.

“I love when you play with my hair.” He blurted, his sudden confession causing his cheeks to turn a light pink.

(Y/N) simply giggled, deepening her hold on his curls. “I know you do.” She answered.

Spencer opened one eye and looked up at her.

“How could you know that?” He asked, suspicion lining his voice.

“It’s easy to tell, Doc.” She whispered. “Your whole body changes. I can feel your muscles relaxing and your breathing steady. You almost always close your eyes, too, and they stay closed. Sometimes I watch goosebumps rise on your arms.” She leaned down to kiss his forehead.

Spencer blushed furiously. He didn’t even notice these changes in his own body, and the fact that (Y/N) noticed was down right embarrassing.

She laughed at him and gave him another forehead kiss.

“Why do you play with my hair?” He wondered, closing his eyes again, embracing the feeling of her touch on his scalp.

“Because it’s what girlfriends do.” She answered.

Spencer smiled. There was her funny reasoning again.

They stayed there for a while more. Spencer felt so nice. He was so at ease. He turned to face her, wrapping his arms around himself and scrunching his legs up under him. (Y/N) continued to run her hands through his soft curls. He was so comfortable and warm that he began to fall asleep. He felt his eyelids droop and become heavy, until they slipped past his eyes and he dozed off.

“Spencer? C’mon, let’s go to bed.”

Her voice woke him from his light sleep, along with her elbow nudging his ribs. He looked up to her, murmuring incoherently. “Sleep?”

“Yes, Doc, sleep.” She nudged him again gently, lifting his shoulders and standing up. She held out her hand to him. He stood up and followed her to their bedroom.

He shuffled behind her, his eyes still closed. He let her lead him to his side of the bed, where she pulled the blankets back for him. She helped him get into bed, pulling the blankets up to his chin. She crawled across him to her side of the bed, where she held his shoulders and pulled him into her, inviting him to curl up next to her and bury his face in her neck. He did it gladly, wrapping his arms around her waist and happily nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck. He took a deep breath, her perfume filing his nose. She laced her fingers in his hair again.

“You don’t have to coddle me, you know?” He murmured so quietly, despite the complete and utter bliss he was in.

“Yes, I do.” She chimed, kissing the top of his head.

“Why?” He replied.

“Guess.”

“Because that’s what girlfriends do?” He looked up to her, barely able to keep his eyes open.

“That’s right.” She said before kissing his forehead.

Spencer began to realize how heavily he was missing out on this whole girlfriend thing before.

[spencerspecifics]

Okay yes hi hello this is me gracing y’all with my writing Bc I’ve had this idea forever!! This is going to be multiple chapters, here is chapter two. Enjoy :)

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Technical Analyst (ch.1)

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Short description: Spencer works as a technical analyst alongside Garcia and Kevin, though he hasn’t ever really worked directly with the BAU team, he works more in filing and researching. But when Garcia goes on vacation leave, and Kevin is busy with his own work, Spencer steps up to help- and that’s when he meets Derek Morgan.

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Spencer hated technology. He hated computers, tablets, cell phones, he hated it all. He hated everything and anything that isn’t on printed onto paper. So how the fuck did he end up as a technical analyst- whose entire job was based around proficient use of technology? In very short, budget cuts.

He originally worked in domestic terrorism, though he never fit in well there. He was a good worker, fast and able to do a lot. But his coworkers never let him feel included. He would hear them make plans without him, ignore him in conversations, only reaching out to him for his great memory to help solve a case. It was dehumanizing. He was just a brain for them, nothing more.

Then, the budget cuts came. And he got removed from the team, as he had the least amount of hours in the field- which wasn’t his fault. The rest of his team always forced him into the research position, so while they were off chasing the bad guys, he was stuck researching with a computer he doesn’t trust.

So yeah, he wasn’t an asset to them. But the bureau knew a mind like his in general was an asset, a fountain they’d like to keep a tap on. So they made work for him. It was mostly menial. He would assist with intense cases when necessary, but even then it was just research. No one knew what he would be like in the field, because they never gave him the chance.

Spencer tried not to think about how unfair this was, how stupid and purely tedious it was. He would rather be working as a T.A. at this point- which wouldn’t even be that bad. At least he gets heard and seen then.

~

Spencer’s normal day consists of going from his apartment to the bureau building, to directly into his cramped little office that was about the size of a jumbo walk in closet. A nice size to store clothes, but not so nice when you have to have a person, a desk, a chair, three computer monitors, two filing cabinents, a trash can, a fax machine, and a printer all crammed in there.

Yeah, his workplace was entirely too small. Thankfully it didn’t impact his ability to work, though, most the time Spencer finished his work quickly; and would end up reading. Spencer didn’t venture out from his office that much at all, (he always brought his own coffee so he didn’t have to worry about bugging the field agents.) the exception to leaving his office was to go across the hall to Penelope Garcia, his only sort of friend that he had at work. She was always so bubbly, it was a breath of relief for him to go see her- she reminded him of all the positive things, he definitely couldn’t do the job without her.

Not to mention, she had to train him from starting point zero. Spencer hated technology, after all. So he never made an effort to learn coding, hacking, how to re-route and track things. He knew nothing like that, hell, he struggles with his cellphone turning on sometimes.

Thankfully, she was able to get some sense into him, and he was pretty good at what he could do. Though he was still working out python coding, he was enjoying the learning process of using technology.

That being said- he still despises technology, and he hopes that once he leaves the job, he can throw away his very unnecessary but work mandated laptop.

~

Spencer made his way into the bureau building, messenger bag slung over his shoulder awkwardly as a thermos of coffee was held tightly in his right hand, while the left one reached for the door handle to enter. He got in no problem, security didn’t stop him anymore, thankfully. Though in the beginning, they did check him constantly, verifying that he belonged there. After all, he looked young, and he definitely didn’t belong in the bureau building. But then again, Garcia didn’t look like she belonged there either.

Security just made presumptions about people, he shrugged that thought off as he made his way to the elevator. Thankfully no one else was in there, he pressed the button for floor six, and the elevator doors shut.

The elevator whirred to life, taking him up to the sixth floor slowly. Thankfully today was a slow day, there wasn’t really any important case he had to work on. (Not like he ever really got given cases to work on, anyways.) So Spencer was hoping he would be able to finish his work quickly, as he had some books he brought with him that he wanted to read and re-read before the day was finished.

The elevator dinged, a signal it had reached its necessary location, before the doors finally slid back. He stepped out, taking his usual left down the hallway immediately. Forward through the glass doors was the bullpen with the agents who worked in the BAU. And god, what he wouldn’t give to be a field agent, working as a profiler. That’s why he wanted to join the bureau, and yet he was so close- his office only down the hall. But he was simultaneously so far, not being trusted by all the bureaucratic bosses, who didn’t know if he would be a good agent to warrant being put out into the field.

He hated it, but he tried not to think about it as he reached his office, Garcia’s door was shut, she was on vacation, or so he had heard. Spencer pulled on his office door, entering with ease as he moved into the cramped workspace.

Spencer sat his messenger bag down onto his desk, sitting himself down in his office chair and taking a minute to breathe in and out before continuing. Spencer hated this job. It was mind numbingly boring, he was so close to quitting. He knew the bureau would fight tooth and nail to keep him, however, but if that was the case, why not give him a better job- he didn’t want a nicer office, he wanted to help people.

He sighed, today was just one of those days where he was extra mad about not being treated right, he tried to ignore this thought process as he got ready to work; setting his coffee down by his computer mouse to his right, setting his messenger bag onto the floor next to him, pulling off the scarf that was wrapped loosely around his neck and hanging it over the back of his chair. Now he was ready for the day.

~

Penelope didn’t mean to forget to tell the team that she was going to be gone- she assumed they knew. At least Hotch did, all the rest of them knew was that she was going to take a week off to relax, they just didn’t know when (she had too many vacation days saved up, so she had to use them or lose them. She chose the former.) It was just a total brain fart moment on her part, so while she decided to hit up her favorite stores, spas, and websites; the team had no idea, they assumed she was holed up in her office, hacking away at whatever she normally does.

This would only show itself when Derek needed her, calling her office number and it going to voicemail “Hi, this is Penelope Garcia with the FBI and I’m too awesome to come to the phone right now, if it’s an urgent matter please call Aaron Hotchner-“ yeah, Derek hung up his phone by then, deciding to call her personal cell.

“Hi, hot chocolate!” She answered cheerfully, the sounds of people talking and laughing could be heard in the background, which Derek took note of. “Babygirl- your work phone sent me to voicemail, where are you?” Garcia was quiet for a second, before practically blowing Morgan’s eardrums out; “Oh- damnit! I knew I was forgetting something!” “Care to fill me in?” He asked her curiously, “Yes-“ Garcia sighed before continuing on, “Sorry. I’m taking those vacation days Hotch told me I had to use or else I’d lose.”

“So you’re not at the office.” He stated, “That I am not, I’m sorry I forgot to tell you! But my pal Spencer Reid should be covering for me.” “Spencer Reid?” Derek asked, unfamiliar with that person, “Why not kevin?” “Ugh, I don’t know- he’s doing that thing where he’s actually busy with other work for once. But Spencer is good, I taught him everything he knows- and I’m pretty sure he’s got three PhDs, so yeah, you replaced one genius with another- so don’t worry!” “Okay, well...” Derek took a second, “You sure I can ask Spencer about everything I’d ask you?” He meant work related, within being able to hack and get everything that Garcia would be able to get. Because Morgan knew that her talents were very special, and having someone else replicate them seemed near impossible, so he was a bit hesitant to trust someone new.

“Oh yeah- he’ll find everything easy peasy lemon squeezy. Don’t worry yourself, sugar.” “Okay, thank you mama. Have a good week of rest.” “I will! I have an appointment for a spa, and oh my god Derek- they do a seaweed wrap thing, isn’t that crazy?” “So you’re gonna get rolled up like sushi?” “No! Ew! Don’t compare me to raw fish!”

The phone call continued for a bit after that, as Derek wasn’t in an urgent matter. It was just a filing day at the office, before he hung up he asked where Spencer was, though; “Oh, he’s in the office next to mine, across the hall!” Garcia told him happily. Derek had thought that was a storage closet, but he didn’t tell her- instead thanking her and hanging up.

Now to pay this mystery computer whiz a visit.

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Spencer was in the middle of re-routing a bunch of information that Garcia needed to send to her boss, Aaron Hotchner. Spencer didn’t share the same boss, since he was technically working in a more basic division of the bureau, he instead answered to Strauss- which was a royal pain in the ass, but he always turned his work in on time, came in when needed, he had never had to face her wrath yet, thankfully.

Spencer typed away, trying to get all the data to get to Hotchner as quickly as possible so he didn’t have to wait, though it wasn’t crucial the work did get completed right now. Spencer just liked to get things done.

A knock sounded Spencer out of his methodical typing, it wasn’t Garcia, obviously. And he knew Kevin was in a meeting right now with some IT people over his keyboard acting funky (Kevin could fix it by himself, but office administration forced him into talking to IT.)

“Yes?” Spencer asked curiously, turning around in his office chair, because he had no clue who it was that could be interrupting his work. The door pushed open, revealing a tall, classically handsome, muscular man carrying some files in his hands. Fuck, that would be Spencer’s luck. An attractive guy swooping in and making his IQ of one hundred and eighty seven go down to sixty in two second flat

“Hi- you Spencer?” The man asked, stepping forward into the cramped office. Spencer stood up instinctively, “Yes, I am. How can I help you?” The man handed the files over awkwardly, “I’m sorry, I usually ask Penelope Garcia for this but she’s on vacation and she referred me to you- I just need these put through VICAP, I’m not too familiar with the system as a whole, ‘cause Garcia usually handles it.”

Spencer nodded, taking the files and looking through them briefly, there were nine of them. “I’m sorry, I know that’s a lot of work to do... I’m sure I can figure it out myself-“ Derek started, doing his best to apologize. Little did he know Spencer could get this done within an hour or so.

“Oh no- not a problem at all, this should only take me about an hour, two at most, but that’s a generous estimate.” Derek raised his eyebrows, “An hour or two? Garcia usually finishes up this many files within three or four. How are you able to get this done faster than her?”

“I have an eidetic memory, which helps me recall anything that I read. I can read these files once and put all the information into VICAP knowing it’s accuracy is one hundred percent without having to double check, that cuts down my speed by half per case file.”

Derek looked confused and shocked. Yeah, Spencer could understand why. “Sorry, um. That’s a weird explanation, but it shouldn’t take me as long. I’m assuming you’re out in the bullpen?” Spencer asked him, putting the files down atop his keyboard.

“Yeah, I’m Derek Morgan with the BAU.” Derek finally introduced himself, reaching his hand out. Shit, this was Derek Morgan? Garcia has mentioned him a few times to Spencer, saying he’d love him “oh he’s so handsome, but so sweet and loving, like the hottest man on earth- I’d marry him in a heartbeat, but we don’t roll like that, Y’know?” That’s how she described him once, and of course Spencer remembered that word for word. Spencer felt like it was just his luck, that his only work colleague was best friends with a man so attractive that his mind isn’t working fully.

Not to mention he was in the BAU, Spencer guessed he was, since Garcia was their technical analyst. But still, it would be just his luck to know this insanely attractive man was part of the team he wanted to belong to so bad. Spencer wasn’t sure how to respond as he kept his composure. After all, yeah, Derek was attractive. But they probably wouldn’t speak again after this exchange. It wasn’t worth Spencer thinking about him, or how Garcia described him.

“I’m sorry, I don’t shake. But it’s nice to meet you, I’ll find you once I’m done. If you need anymore help, feel free to let me know.” Spencer told him, looking back at the files on his desk as a distraction away from this hot guy that was just standing so calmly in his office, as if Spencer ever had any visitors into the cramped space besides Garcia and Kevin.

By the time spencer looked back up, Derek’s arm was back down by his side. “Okay, thank you.”

~

Derek was surprised by their exchange, to say the least. How did he not know about this genius before? How was he not more well known, a memory thing, three PhD’s- that would be a useful asset? How come he was hidden away in a closet sized office? He had to know more. Even if it was nosy and stupid.

Normally, he’d call Garcia and ask her if it was about an employee. But in this case, he couldn’t. And he couldn’t go to Spencer, that would be weird.

So, he did the next best thing. He asked Hotch.

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He knocked slowly on Hotchner’s door, hoping he wasn’t going to tell him to mind his business and not ask about employee facts when they definitely were irrelevant.

Derek was smart though, he figured out a foolproof way to play this. So when Hotch said, “Yes?” He came in, starting his plan into motion.

“Hotch, where’s Garcia?” He asked him, as if Derek hadn’t immediately checked up on his babygirl when he couldn’t find her. “Oh,” Hotch started, setting a file down that he had been looking over, “She took some vacation time.”

“So, who am I supposed to go to for computer help?” Derek asked, “Well,” Hotchner started, matter of factly, while he reached for a thin, unopened file on his desk. “We have a new guy helping us. Kevin’s busy with helping the child abduction unit reset their computers, as well as he’s in an IT meeting right now, so we have..” Hotch stopped, looking down to read the name off the file; “Doctor Spencer Reid. I’m sure he’ll be just as good.”

“Hotch. No ones as good as Garcia.” Derek pointed out, Hotch shrugged. “Maybe not. But this guy has a glowing personal history- and Garcia told me she taught him everything he knows.”

“What’s his personal history?” Derek asked curiously, stepping a bit closer but still trying to play nonchalance. “You know I’m not able to disclose that. You can go ask him for yourself.” Derek sighed. Of course Hotch wasn’t gonna tell him shit. He should’ve expected this. But sue him, call him hopeful. He was hoping he could’ve gotten some information on this mysterious doctor.

~

Derek made his defeated way back to his desk in the bullpen. And Emily, whose desk was directly across from his, immediately noticed his slight annoyance at Hotch. So she asked in a hushed voice as soon as he sat down;

“Did you get yelled at by Hotch?” Because in her mind, that was the most logical explanation that made the most sense. Derek just shook his head as a response, “No,” he clarified, “I was asking about our Garcia fill-in, and Hotch wouldn’t tell me anything.”

“Garcia fill-in? She’s gone?” Emily asked confusedly looking back to the hallway that led to Penelope’s office, as if she’d magically appear. “Yeah, but just for the week.” Derek explained, “She’s using those vacation days she had saved up. And Kevin isn’t our standby, ‘cause he’s busy. Instead it’s some new guy.”

“Who?” Prentiss asked, this time she was curious. And as if on cue, Dr. Spencer Reid came through the glass doors, and into the bullpen, carrying Morgan’s stack of files.

“Him.” Morgan pointed back simply as a response as he waved Spencer over.

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To say Spencer felt out of his element by being in the BAU bullpen was an understatement, he felt like a fish out of water. Like he was suffocating and everything around him was too much.

He purposely avoided the bullpen, first reason being because he didn’t have any work with the BAU. But the second reason was he knew if he stepped in, he’d be more upset that he couldn’t be on the team. And the last thing he wanted to do was make his job worse for himself.

But, this experience was an outlier. And though Spencer can remember almost anything and everything, he planned on doing his best to purposely forget all of this. Every last detail.

He wasn’t going to let himself remember how there were field agents with real life guns holstered at their sides, how they were all sitting casually, looking over cases and drinking coffee, how they had the title of SSA (he only had SA, which he still was bitter about.), and then how at a moments notice they could fly away in a jet. How astonishing their work is, how jealous he is.

But Spencer entered through the glass doors nonetheless, looking around quickly before seeing Derek wave him over. Derek was sat at his desk, talking to a woman whose head was turned away from Spencer, all he could see was that she was his desk mate, and that she had black hair.

Spencer made his way over at a brisk pace, he just needed to get in and out. If he stayed for too long, he’d let himself remember to much.

“Hey, I- I got these into VICAP no problem,“ Spencer started as he handed Derek the case files, “But I noticed some errors on the date stamping on when you found the unsub so I corrected it myself, I hope you don’t mind.”

Derek shook his head casually, “Not a problem at all, I have a habit of messing that up. Thanks doc.” Fuck, ‘doc’? Spencer hadn’t been called ‘doctor’ in months, let alone ‘doc’. This was turning into a tailspin moment for him as he smiled awkwardly, feeling a blush rising to his face, he wasn’t sure what else to do. But he wanted to get out of there.

Thankfully, the woman with black hair introduced herself, as once he had rounded the corner to see Derek, he also saw her face. She was pretty, and had bangs. “Hi, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Emily Prentiss.” She reached her hand over to shake Reid’s expectantly, “Oh I-“ Reid started, hands down at his sides, he wasn’t going to move them.

“He doesn’t shake, Prentiss.” Derek explained casually, “Oh,” Emily said, dropping her hand down, “Sorry! It’s still good to meet you, though. So I hear you’re covering for Garcia?” She asked Spencer, who nodded as he pushed a piece of hair back behind his ear.

“Yeah she’s taking vacation time, and Kevin is currently busy with helping the child abduction unit. So I’ll be you technical analyst for the next week or so.”

“I’m sorry, but how long have you been with the bureau? You look really young. I don’t mean to be rude I’m just-“ “You’re really asking him the rudest possible question, though, huh?” Derek joked to her, and she just smacked him on the arm lightly before turning her attention back to Spencer.

“No you’re fine to ask I- um, I’ve been with the bureau a year and a half, but originally I was on the domestic terrorism field unit.” He explained shortly, he didn’t wanna go into how he got on the bureau to begin with, or how he left the domestic terrorism unit. All he wanted to do was have this conversation end, or else it would just be that much harder to forget.

“Domestic terrorism? So how do you end up doing technical analyst work?” Derek butted in curiously, up until now it has been Prentiss asking all the questions.

Spencer stayed quiet for a moment, before finally responding, “If you need anything else, my office is next to Garcia’s. It’s been nice meeting you, Emily.” All he gave to Derek was a curt nod before walking out at the brisk pace he had entered with.

~

“Wow, well you fucked that up.” Prentiss spoke to Derek once she saw Spencer exiting through the glass doors, and turning down the hallway.

He sighed and rolled his eyes at her, “I’m just curious about him, can you blame me?” Emily just chuckled softly in return, shaking her head as she turned her chair around to face him more head on.

“Are you curious about him because he’s cute, or because he’s replacing Garcia for the week?” Derek blinked at her in surprise; “I never said he was cute.” He protested, more confused than anything else.

“You didn’t say it, but your body language did. You think he’s cute. You called him ‘doc’ and he almost blushed, and I have a feeling you’re gonna try and call him ‘doc’ again to see that same result- and you watched him the entire time, even if I was talking.”

“You think random bureau agents are cute all the time, what’s it matter?” Derek rebutted, trying to deflect and ignore, because Prentiss wasn’t making sense. Derek wasn’t attracted to Spencer, he didn’t think he was cute. Spencer’s level of attractiveness had nothing to do with his curiosity.

Derek did have a right to be curious for other reasons, anyways. This guy was replacing Garcia for a bit. It made sense Derek would wanna know more about the guy, even if he was or wasn’t attractive.

“Yeah, I find agents cute. But I don’t go asking Hotch about them.” Prentiss said with a smirk, Derek just shot her a glare. “I asked Hotch because he’s replacing Garcia. And I’ve not heard of the guy before.”

“Whatever you say, man.” Was all Emily replied with as she turned back to her work, Derek just rolled his eyes at her again before turning to his own computer.

Okay, so he knew Spencer was in domestic terrorism. It couldn’t hurt to just search it up, right? It wasn’t anything classified, he’d be able to see it, Derek hoped. He wasn’t meaning to be nosy, but he was just so curious and confused. He just had to know more.

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[disgruntledhotchner]

Welcome to my blog:

My name is Stassie ( Anastasia) I am 25, Indonesian. Pronoun’s Her/She. I currently live in the US Midwest. I am a bio/chem student. I am bisexual and I am in love with Aaron Hotchner and Emily Prentiss. I am a Hotchniss shipper at heart. I also occasionally simp for Clyde Easter, Jeniffer Jereau and Emily Prentiss. My blog is always open to chat. Come say hi.

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[matthewgraygubelier]

Read to You (Spencer X Reader)

A/N: my first ever post??? lol who’d have thought i’d ever do this. probably no one will actually read this, but i’m really happy with it so I decided to post it! I could potentially write a part two to this, too. comment if you want a part two, I guess?

Word count: 1.2K

Warnings: mentions of nightmares, major fluff

Summary: Nightmares are terribly common. Spencer knows them all to well.

Spencer laid stretched out on (Y/N)’s couch, dozing off with his arms crossed over his chest. He turned and tossed in his light sleep, trying to find a semi comfortable position to catch up on his rest.

For the past two days, he’d been in (Y/N)’s home as a security detail. Day and night Spencer was there watching over (Y/N), protecting her from a serial killer who fixated on her so intensely. It had been a long two days with no leads, and he’d slept very little.

He rolled over again, facing the couch this time. He kicked his shoes off and curled his knees up to his chest. He found this position to be the most comfortable and hoped to finally find sleep.

But there was something bothering him.

From another part of the house drifted a small, whimpering kind of sound, mixed with moans and cries of pain. The sound alarmed him as his eyes sprang open. He could hear someone murmuring pleas to stop. He shot up from his spot on the couch, swiping his gun off of the table, quietly creeping across the living room toward the hallway. His mismatched-socked feet making no sound on the slick hardwood floor. He inched closer to (Y/N)’s bedroom door, which was opened just a crack. He raised his gun before carefully and slowly nudging the door open further.

He quickly lowered his gun once he realized it was (Y/N) making the small noises. She laid in her bed shaking and whimpering, the sheets kicked to the floor. He set his gun down on the nightstand and stepped closer, picking the blankets up off the floor and laid them back on the bed. The alarm clock on the table displayed “2:23 AM”. He kneeled down next to the bed, his hand lightly grazing her cheek whispering, ‘’(Y/N)?’’. She flinched at his touch and whimpered, steady tears streaming down her cheeks. “(Y/N)? (Y/N), wake up.” He gently caressed her cheek, wiping away a tear. She breathed out shakily and opened her eyes. Springing forward and letting out a harsh sob. She yelled and swatted at him, pushing him and yelling at him to get away. He held her arms down gently but firmly and touched her cheek ever so lightly. “Shh, Shh,” he cooed, “It’s me. It’s Spencer.” (Y/N) looked up through the dark to find his great big, chocolatey brown eyes. She touched his hand on her cheek, squeezing it. “Spencer?” she croaked. “Yes, It’s me.” He replied, his thumb sweeping across her cheek, comforting her. “You were having a nightmare.” He dropped his hand from her face’ letting it absentmindedly rest on her bare knee.

She leaned over and flipped the lamp on, the soft yellow light casting shadows over their faces. She ran her hands through her hair and rubbed her eyes, looking down and away from him. She drew her knees into her chest, causing him to snatch his hand away. She patted the bed, inviting Spencer to sit. He did, hesitantly, the mattress dipping and groaning under him. His palms became suddenly sweaty, and he wiped them on his pants. She sighed and hugged herself, her fingers tugging at the sleeves of her hoodie.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, “for waking you up.” Spencer looked up at her, shaking his head. “You don’t need to be sorry.” Silence filled the room as they both looked away. Spencer wiped his palms off again.

“You know,” He began, “Nightmares are incredibly common for individuals under acute stress. It’s completely reasonable for someone in your position to have vivid nightmares, and oftentimes it helps to discuss the nightmare.” He paused. “So do you want to talk about it?”

(Y/N) shrugged, rubbing her eyes. She looked back to him before saying, “You can probably imagine what I was dreaming about.” Spencer nodded, saying, “but it also helps if you hear yourself say it out loud.” She sighed again, a single tear running down her cheek. Without thinking, he reached to touch her face, swiping the tear away. He spoke gently and softly, saying: “It’s okay. I promise you’re safe.”

She nodded, his words and silky voice reassuring her. She began to recant her dream to him, and Spencer listened to her with the deepest intent. On occasion, she would begin to cry again, and he would always reassure her by holding her hand and giving it a squeeze. She closed out her recanting of her dream with, “But I always wake up right before he slashes my throat.” She instinctively reached for her neck.

Spencer continued to hold her hand as soft silence filled the room; he gently and absently rubbed circles into her palm. He stared down at her dainty hand in his large one. They stayed that way for what felt like hours. Until he broke the silence.

“You should try to get some sleep, (Y/N).” He said. “The effects of stress are heightened with sleep deprivation.’’ She just shrugged, saying: “I don’t think I can sleep.” He felt her fingers twitch in his hand as she looked away, almost shamefully.

“When I was a kid,” Spencer began, “my mom would read to me to help get me to sleep.” He let out a nervous and shaky breath. “Would you like me to read to you?” He asked, holding his breath, worrying too late how his words came across.

To his relief, she nodded. She leaned over and snatched a paperback book off the nightstand before handing it to him. She pulled her hand away from his and patted the pillow next to her, encouraging him to lay next to her. He crawled across the bed to the spot next to her, awkwardly fluffing the pillows and crossing his long legs, his muscles tensing and his heartbeat speeding up. He could feel (Y/N)’s body heat radiating intensely through the blankets she laid under and it made him feel as if he would melt.

Spencer remained on top of the blankets as she rolled over to face him and curled up like a child. He looked over to her, noticing that her eyelids were already beginning to droop. He turned to the first page of the book and began reading. It wasn’t long before his soft and silky voice began to coax her back to sleep.

He read a whole chapter before he realized the she was sleeping deeply. She had gravitated toward him slightly, her nose and forehead pressed against his shoulder and her mouth parted slightly.

Quietly as not to wake her, he set the book down and moved to get up, but something stopped him.

(Y/N) had grabbed his hand, sleepily pulling him back down. “Please, stay.” she whispered, “I feel safer with you next to me.” He hesitated a moment before giving in and laying back down, this time turning to face her. All the while she held his hand, gripping it firmly and tucking their laced fingers under her chin. He rested his head on his arm, wiggling briefly in an attempt to find comfort. It didn’t take him long to find it. And once he did there was nothing stopping the take over of pure exhaustion. His eyes closed easily as he listened to her deep breathing. He fell asleep quickly.

[matthewgraygubelier]

You know what? I bet Spencer keeps a bottle of hand sanitizer at his desk and keeps a small collection in the drawer of his desk because Garcia is always stealing them.

[matthewgraygubelier]

Paget Brewster?? is?? magic??

[nomajdetective]

aww, so so sweet ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

What Girlfriends Do

A/N: Here’s something I wrote that I’m actually really pleased with!! It’s pretty simple and just really fluffy, but I tried to step outside of my comfort zone with it. please comment and let me know what you think!! Happy reading <3 

Summary: Girlfriends were a very new territory to Spencer, but he never realized how much  was actually missing out on.

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Mentions of bruises and cuts, Mentions of general violence

Spencer stomped up the stairs to the floor of his apartment, his aching feet thudding heavily, causing the floorboards under him to creak more than usual. He shuffled to his front door, shoving his key in the lock and pushing the door open. He rubbed his eyes and yawned while closing the door, turning the lock back. He threw his keys and satchel onto the bookshelf next to the door. He fumbled over into the small kitchen rubbing his fingers into his eyes before grabbing a clean glass from the dishwasher and pouring a glass of water. He chugged it before filling the glass back up to the top. He was beat, literally. The unsub in the team’s most recent case was a 300 pound, 6 foot 6 mass of muscle, and he briefly got his hands on Spencer, giving him a black eye and busted lip. It was a wonder he didn’t break his eye socket or jaw.

“Spencer?” A voice chimed from another part of the house.

At first the voice frightened Spencer; it shot out of the quiet like a cannon fire, then he remembered.

(Y/N).

It was still a very strange thing to him. Coming home to someone.

It was strange to come home to a loving, kind smile. It was strange to come home to open arms filled with warmth. It was strange to come home to someone who made him feel like his best self, someone who banished and erased all of the bad things he saw during the day. She reminded Spencer of all of the good things in the world. She reminded him that after a long day of chasing monsters, there were still things to be thankful for, things to enjoy, and things to be excited about. He loved her with his whole heart, and he never, ever wanted her to not be there when he got home.

It still surprised him how much the sound of her voice calling out to him affected him. It shook him to his core. His whole demeanor changed. He suddenly felt a spring return to his step. He raised his head, a great big smile growing on his face. All at once, the pain of his facial injuries seemed to completely dissipate. At just the idea of holding her in his arms, his body warmed, like it was melting.

His heart leapt in his chest. He turned on his heels and practically ran into the dimly lit living room. He could see her silhouette etched into the couch cushions.

“(Y/N).” He spoke, his voice quiet and filled with awe.

Pure relief washed over him as she hopped from the corner of couch where she had been curled up with a book. He took long strides, bounding over the space between them in a matter of nanoseconds. He swept her up into his arms, lifting her and twirling around. He let her feet touch the ground again before pulling her into his chest. He enveloped his arms around her, resting his chin on the top of her head. He touched one hand to the back of her head, smoothing her hair down her back. With his other hand, he rubbed the entire length of her back. (Y/N) giggled lightly, returning the favor. She looped her arms around his waist, happily nuzzling her face in his chest. Holding her close to him, never wanting to let her go.

They stood like that for a moment, just very simply embracing each other, breathing each other in. Becoming one.

“Oh, (Y/N)…” He whispered, not even realizing he was speaking. He squeezed her tight, feeling her breath against his neck. He did not want to let go.

(Y/N) pulled away first, shifting too look at him.

“Oh, Dear, Spencer…” She said, as she examined his bruised face. She lifted her hands to his face, her fingertips ghosting over his lip and his eye. Concern colored her face.

He just laughed and looked away from her scrutinizing gaze. “Honestly, I can’t even feel it.” He said, trying to reassure her that he was all right. He looked down at her, totally amazed that she was his. His hands touched her shoulders as he drew his fingers up her arms. He squeezed her hands on his face.

“Nonsense.” She replied before pulling away. Spencer pouted, he wanted to keep holding her.

She disappeared briefly into the bathroom, coming out with a black bottle and cotton balls. She ran over to the freezer, sliding to a halt in her socks and returning with an ice pack.

“Come with me.” She instructed. She took his hand and lead him to the leather couch. He did as he was told, watching her with confusion as she plopped down into the corner of the couch, curling her legs under her. She gently pulled Spencer down onto the couch, patting the tops of her thighs, inviting him to lay his head on them.

Still confused, he twisted his body hesitantly, leaning back into her lap, his body stiff.

“Relax, Doc.” She laughed, her voice sweet and light. He smiled and blushed at her nickname for him. He wasn’t known for having many nicknames, and his heart flew when she addressed him as such.

He laid his head down on her thighs, the heat from her legs sending light chills from the back of his head to his toes. It was a comforting thing, and while he didn’t understand why he was laying like this, like a child, he enjoyed it.

He looked up at her. Looked at her bright eyes. The way he felt looking into them was unimaginable, otherworldly even. Without thinking, he reached up and touched her cheek. This caught her by surprise.

“You’re terribly beautiful.” He whispered, entranced by her beauty. He traced the shape of her cheeks with his fingers, following her nose and down to her lips.

She blushed but didn’t speak. She gathered the supplies she’d snatched from various parts of the house.

“What do you need cotton balls, hydrogen peroxide, and an ice pack for?” He asked, quizzically. He watched her as she screwed the cap off of the peroxide and poured a bit on a cotton ball.

“I’m going to tend to your injuries.” She answered. She dabbed the soaked cotton ball on his busted lip, making him wince and moan.

“Sorry.” She whispered as she dabbed his cut. “I should have mentioned it would sting.” He sighed, letting the stinging peroxide seep into his cut.

“Why?” He asked, again his voice curious. “An EMT did that earlier.” He closed his eyes, turning his head toward her stomach, his nose brushing against her.

“Because that’s what girlfriends do, silly.” She answered. “Close your eyes.” She instructed before laying the cold pack on his swollen eyelid. The cold was soothing.  

This sounded like a strange reasoning to Spencer. Was that really something girlfriends did?

He figured he couldn’t really argue her logic, considering Spencer hadn’t ever really had a girlfriend.

They continued to lay there for a while. He was very still and kept his eyes closed. (Y/N) continued to clean up his face, using one hand to hold the ice pack on his eyelid and the other to pet his wild curls.

Secretly, Spencer loved when (Y/N) touched his hair. Whenever they were just laying together like this, she would run her fingers through his hair, gently working out any knots that got in her way. She would pause and massage his scalp, scratching his whole head and behind his ear.

He loved it greatly, but he couldn’t exactly figure out why.

He knew that it had to do with the release of dopamine in the brain, but it felt like so much more than that.

He also thought it was kind of strange that he could love something so simple so much.

“I love when you play with my hair.” He blurted, his sudden confession causing his cheeks to turn a light pink.

(Y/N) simply giggled, deepening her hold on his curls. “I know you do.” She answered.

Spencer opened one eye and looked up at her.

“How could you know that?” He asked, suspicion lining his voice.

“It’s easy to tell, Doc.” She whispered. “Your whole body changes. I can feel your muscles relaxing and your breathing steady. You almost always close your eyes, too, and they stay closed. Sometimes I watch goosebumps rise on your arms.” She leaned down to kiss his forehead.

Spencer blushed furiously. He didn’t even notice these changes in his own body, and the fact that (Y/N) noticed was down right embarrassing.

She laughed at him and gave him another forehead kiss.

“Why do you play with my hair?” He wondered, closing his eyes again, embracing the feeling of her touch on his scalp.

“Because it’s what girlfriends do.” She answered.

Spencer smiled. There was her funny reasoning again.

They stayed there for a while more. Spencer felt so nice. He was so at ease. He turned to face her, wrapping his arms around himself and scrunching his legs up under him. (Y/N) continued to run her hands through his soft curls. He was so comfortable and warm that he began to fall asleep. He felt his eyelids droop and become heavy, until they slipped past his eyes and he dozed off.

“Spencer? C’mon, let’s go to bed.”

Her voice woke him from his light sleep, along with her elbow nudging his ribs. He looked up to her, murmuring incoherently. “Sleep?”

“Yes, Doc, sleep.” She nudged him again gently, lifting his shoulders and standing up. She held out her hand to him. He stood up and followed her to their bedroom.

He shuffled behind her, his eyes still closed. He let her lead him to his side of the bed, where she pulled the blankets back for him. She helped him get into bed, pulling the blankets up to his chin. She crawled across him to her side of the bed, where she held his shoulders and pulled him into her, inviting him to curl up next to her and bury his face in her neck. He did it gladly, wrapping his arms around her waist and happily nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck. He took a deep breath, her perfume filing his nose. She laced her fingers in his hair again.

“You don’t have to coddle me, you know?” He murmured so quietly, despite the complete and utter bliss he was in.

“Yes, I do.” She chimed, kissing the top of his head.

“Why?” He replied.

“Guess.”

“Because that’s what girlfriends do?” He looked up to her, barely able to keep his eyes open.

“That’s right.” She said before kissing his forehead.

Spencer began to realize how heavily he was missing out on this whole girlfriend thing before.

[nomajdetective]

ooooh, it's like... the loveliest thing I've read this year ❤️ if there is part two in making I'm all for it ❤️❤️❤️

Read to You (Spencer X Reader)

A/N: my first ever post??? lol who’d have thought i’d ever do this. probably no one will actually read this, but i’m really happy with it so I decided to post it! I could potentially write a part two to this, too. comment if you want a part two, I guess?

Word count: 1.2K

Summary: Nightmares are terribly common. Spencer knows them all to well.

Spencer laid stretched out on (Y/N)’s couch, dozing off with his arms crossed over his chest. He turned and tossed in his light sleep, trying to find a semi comfortable position to catch up on his rest.

For the past two days, he’d been in (Y/N)’s home as a security detail. Day and night Spencer was there watching over (Y/N), protecting her from a serial killer who fixated on her so intensely. It had been a long two days with no leads, and he’d slept very little.

He rolled over again, facing the couch this time. He kicked his shoes off and curled his knees up to his chest. He found this position to be the most comfortable and hoped to finally find sleep.

But there was something bothering him.

From another part of the house drifted a small, whimpering kind of sound, mixed with moans and cries of pain. The sound alarmed him as his eyes sprang open. He could hear someone murmuring pleas to stop. He shot up from his spot on the couch, swiping his gun off of the table, quietly creeping across the living room toward the hallway. His mismatched-socked feet making no sound on the slick hardwood floor. He inched closer to (Y/N)’s bedroom door, which was opened just a crack. He raised his gun before carefully and slowly nudging the door open further.

He quickly lowered his gun once he realized it was (Y/N) making the small noises. She laid in her bed shaking and whimpering, the sheets kicked to the floor. He set his gun down on the nightstand and stepped closer, picking the blankets up off the floor and laid them back on the bed. The alarm clock on the table displayed “2:23 AM”. He kneeled down next to the bed, his hand lightly grazing her cheek whispering, ‘’(Y/N)?’’. She flinched at his touch and whimpered, steady tears streaming down her cheeks. “(Y/N)? (Y/N), wake up.” He gently caressed her cheek, wiping away a tear. She breathed out shakily and opened her eyes. Springing forward and letting out a harsh sob. She yelled and swatted at him, pushing him and yelling at him to get away. He held her arms down gently but firmly and touched her cheek ever so lightly. “Shh, Shh,” he cooed, “It’s me. It’s Spencer.” (Y/N) looked up through the dark to find his great big, chocolatey brown eyes. She touched his hand on her cheek, squeezing it. “Spencer?” she croaked. “Yes, It’s me.” He replied, his thumb sweeping across her cheek, comforting her. “You were having a nightmare.” He dropped his hand from her face’ letting it absentmindedly rest on her bare knee.

She leaned over and flipped the lamp on, the soft yellow light casting shadows over their faces. She ran her hands through her hair and rubbed her eyes, looking down and away from him. She drew her knees into her chest, causing him to snatch his hand away. She patted the bed, inviting Spencer to sit. He did, hesitantly, the mattress dipping and groaning under him. His palms became suddenly sweaty, and he wiped them on his pants. She sighed and hugged herself, her fingers tugging at the sleeves of her hoodie.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, “for waking you up.” Spencer looked up at her, shaking his head. “You don’t need to be sorry.” Silence filled the room as they both looked away. Spencer wiped his palms off again.

“You know,” He began, “Nightmares are incredibly common for individuals under acute stress. It’s completely reasonable for someone in your position to have vivid nightmares, and oftentimes it helps to discuss the nightmare.” He paused. “So do you want to talk about it?”

(Y/N) shrugged, rubbing her eyes. She looked back to him before saying, “You can probably imagine what I was dreaming about.” Spencer nodded, saying, “but it also helps if you hear yourself say it out loud.” She sighed again, a single tear running down her cheek. Without thinking, he reached to touch her face, swiping the tear away. He spoke gently and softly, saying: “It’s okay. I promise you’re safe.”

She nodded, his words and silky voice reassuring her. She began to recant her dream to him, and Spencer listened to her with the deepest intent. On occasion, she would begin to cry again, and he would always reassure her by holding her hand and giving it a squeeze. She closed out her recanting of her dream with, “But I always wake up right before he slashes my throat.” She instinctively reached for her neck.

Spencer continued to hold her hand as soft silence filled the room; he gently and absently rubbed circles into her palm. He stared down at her dainty hand in his large one. They stayed that way for what felt like hours. Until he broke the silence.

“You should try to get some sleep, (Y/N).” He said. “The effects of stress are heightened with sleep deprivation.’’ She just shrugged, saying: “I don’t think I can sleep.” He felt her fingers twitch in his hand as she looked away, almost shamefully.

“When I was a kid,” Spencer began, “my mom would read to me to help get me to sleep.” He let out a nervous and shaky breath. “Would you like me to read to you?” He asked, holding his breath, worrying too late how his words came across.

To his relief, she nodded. She leaned over and snatched a paperback book off the nightstand before handing it to him. She pulled her hand away from his and patted the pillow next to her, encouraging him to lay next to her. He crawled across the bed to the spot next to her, awkwardly fluffing the pillows and crossing his long legs, his muscles tensing and his heartbeat speeding up. He could feel (Y/N)’s body heat radiating intensely through the blankets she laid under and it made him feel as if he would melt.

Spencer remained on top of the blankets as she rolled over to face him and curled up like a child. He looked over to her, noticing that her eyelids were already beginning to droop. He turned to the first page of the book and began reading. It wasn’t long before his soft and silky voice began to coax her back to sleep.

He read a whole chapter before he realized the she was sleeping deeply. She had gravitated toward him slightly, her nose and forehead pressed against his shoulder and her mouth parted slightly.

Quietly as not to wake her, he set the book down and moved to get up, but something stopped him.

(Y/N) had grabbed his hand, sleepily pulling him back down. “Please, stay.” she whispered, “I feel safer with you next to me.” He hesitated a moment before giving in and laying back down, this time turning to face her. All the while she held his hand, gripping it firmly and tucking their laced fingers under her chin. He rested his head on his arm, wiggling briefly in an attempt to find comfort. It didn’t take him long to find it. And once he did there was nothing stopping the take over of pure exhaustion. His eyes closed easily as he listened to her deep breathing. He fell asleep quickly.