#spencerreidoneshot

[haileygarciasunshine]

Reunion

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Written: May 24th, 2021

Posted: May 25th, 2021

Warning: None.

Word Count: 1,244

Summary: When the reader needs a date for her high-school reunion, Spencer surprisingly steps in.

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Another frustrated sigh passed through your lips.

“What’s got you down in the dumps, sweet heart?” Derek’s voice questioned leaning against your desk.

“Huh? Oh, uh, nothing.” You mumbled, as you jumped slightly at his sudden presence.

Scoffing, Derek rolled his eyes as he raised an eyebrow at you. “Right..” His voice trailed off.

“You really want to know?” You questioned gazing at him, as a ping of embarassment washed over you.

Snorting, he gazed down at you. “Of course I do, I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.”

Letting out a frustrated huff, you felt your palms beginning to sweat. Rubbing them on your pants you attempted to calm your nerves.

“Well, uh,” You groaned quietly. “My high-school reunion is coming up-“

“And that’s what’s has you down in the dumps?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah.” You exhaled deeply. “I..I wasn’t exactly popular in school.”

“Come on, Y/N.” Derek scoffed. “I find that hard to believe.”

Shrugging you didn’t break your gaze from your desk. “It’s true.”

“Why is that an issue?”

“Because!” You groaned resting your elbows on the desk allowing you to bury your face in your hands. Rubbing along your cheeks, you felt dread overwhelm you. “Because…. I…. I can’t show up without a date.”

“Hey guys.” Spencer greeted, his gaze immediately locked with you.

“Hey.” You responded sweetly. The feeling of heat rose on your cheeks.

Derek gazed between you and Spencer. His presence seemingly forgotten. Clearing his throat, both you and Spencer turned your gaze towards him.

“Did…Did I interrupt something?” Spencer stuttered, furrowing his eyebrows together in confusion.

“No, not at all.” Derek spoke a devilish smirk making it’s way upon his lips. “We were just talking about, Y/N’s high-school reunion.”

“Derek..” You warned.

“She doesn’t have a date.” Derek shrugged his voice becoming soft.

“When was it again?”

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms along your chest. Leaning back in your chair, you let out a silent groan.

“Four days.”

“Oh, wow.” Derek was taken back. “Looks like you’re almost out of time.”

“Don’t remind me.” You groaned, closing your eyes letting your head to lean back against the chair.

—

After getting back home from your last case, you glanced at time. Groaning, you felt sadness wash over you. It was the day of the reunion. Luckily, you had made it back just in time. If you really wanted to, you would be able to make the beginning of the reunion.

“Hey.” Spencer’s voice called from behind you.

Turning on your heel, you grinned at him. “Hey.”

“Uh, did you ever find someone to go to your reunion with?” He scratched the back of his neck, as a pink tint danced along his cheeks.

“Oh, uh, no, no I didn’t.” You sighed, dropping your gaze to your shoes.

“I…I could go with you.”

Snapping your eyes up at him, your mouth fell slightly agape.

“Really?” You questioned in disbelief. “Are…Are you sure?” You mentally kicked yourself for stuttering.

Grinning at you, he nodded sheepishly. “Of course. I would be honored to.”

—

Stepping out of the car, you took a few steps away allowing Spencer to close the door. Standing slightly away from him, you smoothed down your dress. When you had decided you were going to attend your reunion, you chose one of your hotter dresses.

It was a spaghetti strapped gold sequin mini-dress, while pairing it with a pair of gold heels.

“Wow.” Spencer spoke gazing at your figure from head to toe. “You look…”

Glancing down at your feet, you felt somersaults erupting in your stomach, as heat danced along your cheeks.

“Breath taking.”

Giggling you brought your attention back to the man standing before you. “You don’t look to bad yourself.”

Spencer hadn’t looked much different from his usual work attire. The small difference was he had a gold tie that matched your dress.

“Shall we go in?” He questioned offering you his arm, beaming at you.

Nodding your head, you giggled. “We shall.”

Escorting you into the reunion area, you held a breath as you felt your palms beginning to sweat. As you walked in, you felt eyes on you. Spencer placed a comforting hand on your lower back.

“I’m going to get us drinks.”

Nodding your head, you gave him a close lipped smile.

“Y/N? Is that you?” A familiar voice called.

Turning towards the voice, you were face to face with one of the girls that made your experience a living nightmare.

“Yes, it is.” You grinned, standing a little straighter. “How’ve you been?”

“Oh, you know.” She giggled sending you a playful swat. “My husband just booked us a vacation to Italy…”

As she went on, you nodded your head giving her the illusion you were listening. Glancing towards the beverage table, you were greeted with the sight of Spencer in conversation with a few other men.

Grinning to yourself, you wouldn’t have expected anything less. As if he had sensed your staring, he locked eyes with you sending a grin.

“And that’s the story of how we became owners of one of the most rare horses in the world.” She grinned attempting to throw her wealth in your face.

“Oh, uh, that’s great…I suppose.” You shrugged, shifting from foot to foot.

“What is it, that you do again?” She questioned turning her nose up at you slightly.

“I-“

“She’s in the Behavioral Analysis Unit for the FBI.” Spencer answered for you.

Taking you by surprise, you turned to face him as he joined your side. Placing an arm around your waist, he gently tugged you closer to his side. Sharing a grin, you turned your attention back towards the woman in front of you.

Her jaw had fallen slack as she gazed at you and Spencer with widened eyes.

“I…I had no idea.” She muttered continuing to stare at you both. “Wow…That’s just…Wow…” Her sentences trailing off.

Quickly snapping herself back to reality, she shook her head slightly. “If you’ll excuse me, I should really go find my husband.”

Without allowing either of you to respond, she had bolted in the direction she saw him.

Once she was gone, you moved to stand in front of Spencer. Beaming at him, you held a toothy grin upon your lips.

As the DJ played music, a slow song came on.

“Can I have this dance?” Spencer questioned holding his hand out for you to take.

Nodding your head, you continued grinning at him. “I would be my pleasure.”

Spencer lead the both of you out onto the dance floor. Placing your hands on his shoulders, his stationed on your waist. Swaying to the music, you were in awe of his features.

Catching you staring, he frowned. “Is there something on my face?”

“No!” You exclaimed feeling heat rise in your cheeks as you were caught gawking at your best friend turned crush.

“Uh huh.” He responded not fully convinced.

As more songs played, you and Spencer stayed in one another’s embrace.

Gently pulling you closer, he nuzzled your nose with his. Your breaths mingling as he moved closer to your lips. “Can…Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” You mumbled into his lips.

Placing his soft lips on yours, you wound your hands into his hair tugging him closer.

Pulling back from the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours. Your breaths becoming intermingled.

“How was the reunion?”

“Not too shabby.” You giggled pulling him in for another kiss.

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Spencer Reid x Reader -- Sweatshirt

Class: Fluff, Romance, Slight 18+ Includes: Fluff, minimal 18+, cuddling, Spencer’s favorite sweatshirt, sappiness Plot: Reader gets cold during a movie night and wants to wear Spencer’s sweatshirt. He refuses-- let the games begin. A/N: My first Spencer Reid x Reader oneshot! Let me know what you think, and if you have any requests! -------------------

"I've got the popcorn! Start it!" Spencer jumped onto the couch beside you, grinning ear and causing you to squeak in surprise as you almost fell into him.

An easy laugh slipped from your lips as your eager boyfriend nestled in beside you, resting the blue plastic bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. He pulled you into him, trapping you against his chest with deceivingly strong arms. You laughed again, squirming a bit to get more comfortable before starting the movie-- Pet Sematary. Spencer had convinced you to watch a horror movie with him, as his favorite Holiday was quickly approaching and it would help set the mood for it. He didn't actually own a television, so your house was the only option.

"Did you know," the doctor began, a common introduction to another info dump session, "Pet Sematary--the book-- was actually so unsettling to Stephen King that he wasn't even planning on publishing it in the first place? He only did so to fulfill a publishing contract he wanted to get out of. It was also inspired by a real life situation, too. Back when he was a resident of..." and he rambled on, and on, and on. You usually didn't stop him, because you couldn't. You found your heart swelling with affection every time he did this, and you hung onto every word he uttered. However, he was still info dumping when the first scene rolled around.

You placed a gentle kiss on his lips to silence him, and you felt his body tighten then relax as a result. He looked dazed when you pulled away, and you couldn't help but chuckle. "The movie is starting, Spence." "O-Oh. Sorry," he responded sheepishly. "Don't apologize," you smiled warmly before snuggling back into him. He placed a kiss on top of your head and settled in. 

This was bliss. You couldn’t think of anywhere you would rather be than here with him-- granted, you weren’t thrilled that he insisted on a horror movie, but the way his face lit up when you agreed to it made it worth it. You really couldn’t express how much you adored him... well, actually, you could. You wanted so badly to finally tell him that you loved him, but you didn’t want to overwhelm him. He was easily spooked, and was relatively new to the dating game. You hesitated because you didn’t want to scare him off. Saying it too soon would do that, no doubt. It had been five months, but there was no guaranteeing that Spencer was ready yet.

It was getting harder and harder with every passing day.

You hadn’t realized how distracted you’d been until you felt a shiver run through you. It was colder in the house than you realized. Spencer was warm, but not warm enough to keep a chill from nipping at you. You squirmed a bit more in his arms, which he loosened a bit to give you more free range. 

“Are you okay?” He asked. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you assured him, “just cold...” you eyed his baggy sweatshirt, one of his favorites to lounge around in. You knew it to be very fuzzy on the inside because he once made you feel the inside of his sleeve. He squinted at you, and it didn’t take him more than a beat to realize what you were looking at and why. You wanted to wear his sweatshirt.

“No... no, this one is my favorite one!” “Please!” You begged. He shook his head and moved his arms off of you to cross them over his chest, as if protecting the sweatshirt. “No! I won’t see it again for a month!” “Don’t be such a drama queen. Give,” you grabbed at the fabric of his sleeves. He laughed and remained stubborn, even sticking his tongue out at you mockingly. You gasped. Spencer managed to wiggle himself free from under you and bolted into the kitchen. You scrambled to your feet and chased after him, leaving the movie playing for an empty couch and untouched popcorn. 

When you made it to the kitchen, your boyfriend was standing at the far end, his arms still crossed. He narrowed his eyes at you. “Why can’t you get one of your own? You have six of them... and that purple snuggy,” he tried to reason.  “Four of them are in the dirty laundry, actually.” “Fine. Two sweatshirts and a purple snuggy. Why does it have to be mine?” He tensed up as you neared him. When you lunged to wrap your arms around him, he swerved quickly (though not gracefully) around you. You narrowly missed, stumbling and whirling around to see that he was already backing towards the other end of the kitchen.

“Spencer!” You laughed through his name. “Stay away!” He tried not to laugh, but the wide smile and bright look in his eyes gave away how amused he was by your failed attempt to grab him. Spencer ran, and you followed him, all the way into your room and around the rug in the middle of your floor. He nearly slipped in his socks on the hardwood, but he managed to steady himself. You closed some of the space between the two of you during his clumsy display, but his long legs carried him back out of your room and into the living room where it began. 

Your heart was racing, and you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face.  “Just give up and give me the sweatshirt,” you said lowly. You both stood still, trying to stare the other down.  “Never.” “Spence.” “It’s not happening! Sorry, you’ll just have to go get one of yours.” “Why don’t we trade? You can wear my green one with the blue sleeves, and I’ll wear yours?” “That-- literally makes no sense! You would be going to get the sweatshirt to give to me, so why not put it on?”

You pouted, but Spencer remained stubborn. You paused to think about what might get him to break. You began to formulate an idea, putting together a quick and easy plan.

You walked up to Spencer, slower this time. He backed up, about to make another run for it. You held up your hands in front of you. The nerdy agent squinted at you, testing the waters by staying still. 

“Fine, fine...” you said slowly. “You look really cute in it anyway.” “I-I do?” Spencer was hesitant. You felt your heart in your throat now, anxious about what you had planned. You tried to hide it though. You swallowed your heartbeat, and by the time you were close enough to reach out and touch him, he was turning red. Maybe it was the devilish smile that crept its way to your lips, or the way you looked his lanky figure up and down. In the few times that you slept with Spencer, you had learned that he was typically submissive in situations like the one you were creating. You were going to work that to your advantage.

“Mhm. What? Haven’t I told you that before?” you questioned him with a coyish glint in your eyes. You stepped closer to him, reaching up and tracing your fingers along his jawline. Your eyes met his before wandering to his mouth. You brushed your thumb against his bottom lip, causing his breath to catch in his throat. He swallowed hard. 

“I know what you’re trying to do.” Spencer’s words came out in an almost breathless rush. You grinned, meeting his hazel eyes again.  “Mm~hm, of course you do. You know everything... you and that big brain of yours. I mean, I can only think of one thing bigger,” you grinned cheekily and flashed a glance down, then let your eyes roam his face as your thigh pressed against him. Spencer let out a gasp, leaning into you involuntarily. You cupped his face, bringing it closer so you could kiss the bridge of his nose. 

“Your big heart.”

Spencer’s eyes narrowed. Clearly that wasn’t the answer he expected. You blinked at him with mockingly innocent eyes. “What? It’s the thing I love most about you, Spencer~”

And there it was.

You hoped he hadn’t caught it, but you knew you weren’t lucky enough for that. Spencer stared at you, wide eyed and slack jawed for a different reason now. You stepped away from him and threw your hands over your mouth.

“Did-- you just...?” Spencer stammered. You nodded slowly in response. He seemed thoughtful for a moment. You mustered up the will to tear your hands away from your burning face. 

“I... I’m sorry. It just slipped out! I wasn’t thinking and--” “Well... did you mean it?” He asked, looking at you with knitted brows.  You were silent, but you nodded sheepishly. “Well then say it,” he placed his hands behind your elbows. You met his longing gaze, one that gave away the beg in his request. Suddenly, you realized your hesitation had been unjustified all this time. Spencer had expressed his love for you in many ways, as you had for him. It was only a matter of saying it now.

“I love you,” You breathed with a growing smile.  Spencer grinned ear to ear. “I love you too!” Excitement dripped from every word of his proclamation. His hands moved slowly to cup your face. The smile didn’t leave his perfect lips, even as he pressed them against yours. You allowed your eyes to flutter closed on instinct, and everything began to melt away. As corny as this felt, you loved every bit of it. That was when the television roared, causing you to scream shortly and whirl around. Even Spencer jumped a little. But you both sighed in relief when you realized it was just the movie you’d left playing. 

Spencer doubled over laughing at your reaction. You crossed your arms and swatted playfully at his arm.  “Not funny!” “Uh, yeah it actually was,” he insisted when he finished laughing at you. “Don’t act like you didn’t get startled, too!” “No, I did! But at least I didn’t scream like a little kid,” he gave you a playful shove. You scoffed and buried into him again, muttering “Rude” lowly, but loud enough for him to hear. Spencer hugged you tightly, sighing happily and swaying side to side with you.

“Can I have the sweatshirt because you love me?” You blurted out. Spencer tilted his head back and laughed, then groaned in defeat. He let go of you to slip the sweatshirt over his head, revealing a white t-shirt that clung to him. He pulled the sweatshirt over your head, trapping your arms inside. You smiled broadly as you were pulled back into him like before, your arms still trapped inside. You hummed, satisfied with your victory and the total fluffy warmth that enveloped you.

You would be sure to express the depth of your gratitude to him later.

[gublersmessss]

Fix It | S.R.

summary — a stupid, stupid little reaction from you is how the day starts. when spencer leaves for work, you leave to get out of the house, right into the wrong arms. it isn’t until a phone call is made to garcia that they even realizes you’re missing...

warnings — some language, angst, mentions of blood, mentions of death (unsub death), mentions/usage of drugs (xanax, forced.) Some hurt feelings & just a touch of fluff. Mostly angst.

word count — 3.1k

listen to — you broke me first by tate mcrae & no time to die by billie eilish

a/n — ah my first oneshot on this blog! enjoy & my inbox is open!

You groaned. There’d been a sharp, throbbing pain in your left temple for the past twenty-five minutes, driving you up the wall. Standing still for a moment waiting for the vertigo to subside, you grab your bottle of ibuprofen off the kitchen ledge. You popped them into your mouth before taking a quick swig of the icy water in your water bottle.

You heard papers shuffling behind you, knowing it was Spencer. You’d been dating Spencer for about a year now, and only just moved in together. The small apartment you shared was extremely cozy, the only downfall was the heater had been broken the entire time of living there, leaving the winter months brutal. Luckily for you, Spencer loved his scarves and blankets, letting you take them whenever you needed.

His hair was partially in his face, and you watched as his nimble fingers came up to push a piece behind his ear as he was hunched over, trying to straighten out some papers in his satchel. You eyed him as he straightened his spine back up, looking at you with those soft hazel eyes.

“You alright?” He asks, rubbing his hands together. You saw his eyebrows furrow with concern as they ran over your face. You nod and turn away from him, taking one more ibuprofen.

“How many was that y/n?” He asks again, this time his voice a little higher, still waiting for your words. He inches closer to you as you put your water bottle down. You placed your hand on your head as the throb continued, harder this time.

“I’m fine, Spencer! Okay?! Is that what you wanted?!” You said, a lot ruder than you intended. You hadn’t intended it at all. You saw his face fall, and it broke your heart on impact. He had an open mouthed frown across his lips and he nodded, putting one hand on the opening of his satchel, one hand on the strap. He nodded softly and looked down at the mismatched socks that peeked out from under his pants.

“I got called in. There’s some papers I have to sign from Hotch. I’m sure I’ll be home by dinner time.” He tells you with a quieter tone before approaching you slowly, softly grabbing your cheeks with his hands and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I hope you feel better.”

You nod and just like that, he’s out the door. You knew he loved his job, and you were supportive of him. He was a borderline genius, and you’d seen first hand just how well he can get when talking to an unsub. You’d seen him out in the field, you could just tell he loved saving the lives that he could.

It was already about noon when you went back to your shared room, rummaging through your dresser, looking for some warmer clothes you could wear to go out grocery shopping. You chose your warmest jacket, along with one of Spencer’s favorite purple scarves.

-

Your gloved hands grip the handle of the shopping cart, pushing it down the darker, less inhabited aisle 12, paper plates and napkins. You glanced down at your list looking at what was next to get, a new fork. The one that was yours somehow got stuck down in the garbage disposal, sending Spencer into a laughing fit when you lost it. You smiled to yourself at the memory and heard a deep chuckle beside you. You got the chills, and it wasn’t from the cold.

You looked up and saw a man. He seemed to be in his mid-twenties, maybe late-twenties. He had on a black t-shirt, a working shirt, so he was a worker. No name tag. And combat boots unlaced over his black pants.

“Something funny sweetheart?” He asks. He takes a step closer to you, digging his hands into his deep pockets, and you immediately went rigid. This is why you almost never went out without Spencer. He always taught you red flags to look out for with people, how some can seem so nice and genuine and then brutally murder someone. Everything about this man was off. He smelled bad. Extremely bad.

“Oh, no.” You chuckled and pulled on the strap of your purse, holding it right against your neck, as far on you as it can get. You began pushing the basket down the aisle towards the front of the store. You felt your stomach drop when you heard his clunky boots following right behind you, almost pulling off the back of your shoe he was so close.

You saw a hand with a rag come around your front and trap it onto your nose and mouth, pulling your back against his body. You tried to fight back or even make a noise but everything went black so soon.

-

When you came to, you were sitting in a chair. It was dark, literally pitch black. You tried to move your hands and feet to stand up, but low and behold, no movement. You looked down to see what was stopping you, but it was too dark to even see your hand. You tried to scream but the rag that was stuck between your teeth prevented you from it. It tasted horrible, like some type of chemical. Definitely wasn’t good to keep your tongue on it.

Oh how you wish you never left that god damn apartment. You wish you never acted out on Spencer like that. Spencer. What if you never saw him again!? Those were the last things you said to him, you yelled at him. You looked up at the ceiling, seeing no light coming down from any cracks. Were you in a bonker?

*Spencers POV*

I finished all the paperwork for Hotch, just some aftermath from the previous case still had to be done. I nodded at him and left the office, walking back into the bullpen. My desk had so many papers on it, so many it drove me crazy.

As I sat down in my chair, I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. I sent y/n a text, letting her know I just had to clean up and then I’d be home, and I'd help her make dinner.

My fingers tapped at the edge of my desk as Garcia waved at me from across the room. Smiling, I waved back at her and waited for a text back from y/n. Normally she would reply within seconds, especially if she was already home. Unless she’s gone to the store to get things for dinner.

When I left the building, I began getting worried that I hadn’t heard back from her for fifteen minutes. It seems so bad to be worried after only that long, but when she always replied so fast, this worried me terribly.

I went back to the apartment. It was locked, that was good. Means she could just be asleep, she did have a headache after all, would make sense to rest, right?

“Y/N?” I called out, setting my satchel down by the door. I cranked my head around the wall of the kitchen, not seeing anything on the counters. But what caught my attention was the wind blowing through the open window in the living room, leading out to the fire escape. My hand gripped the gun in the holster against my hip, I pulled it out and aimed it in front of me. Turning around the corner of the living room quickly, my eyes caught sight of my favorite purple scarf on the table with a note stuck to it. I raised an eyebrow and walked slowly to the note, looking behind me before I reached it. I opened it and read it.

‘Paper plates, napkins, salt & pepper, soup.’

This was y/n’s shopping list. I flipped it over and on the back was someone else’s handwriting. Messy, written in a hurry. Whoever’s handwriting it was, they looked to be disorganized. My heart began to race as my eyes scanned on the paper.

‘If you want your precious angel alive, come alone.’

“Shit.” I grabbed my phone and dialed Hotch’s number, and as I put it to my ear the lights went out.

-

*Your POV*

A man came into the room. The light from outside was absolutely blinding, but it ended as soon as it happened. You whimpered as he kneeled in front of you. He had a pill in his hand, and in the other hand a bottle of rather cloudy water. You saw his eyes, they were deep dark brown, almost black. They looked so lifeless, like a shark lurking in the water searching for a wounded seal.

“Must be thirsty huh.” He says, his voice making you shake and clench your fists. He laughed at your attempt to move, but he shook his head.

“Ain’t nobody going to hear you out here! Not even that scrawny lover boy of yours.” You furrowed your eyebrows and knew he was talking about Spencer. He looked over your shoulder, smirking at something that you could not see. You scrunched up your nose at the stench on his hands as he came up and pulled the rag out of your mouth. You grimaced as he caressed your cheek. You tried to move away but he ticked his tongue.

“Your girl sure is beautiful Dr. Reid.” The man said, and you looked up at him, trying to turn your head but he grabbed your cheeks, making you pucker your lips.

“Don’t look away from me. Believe me. You don’t want to see him like that.”

You feel tears prick your eyes as he tells you this and he quickly brings the hand with the pull in it up to your lips. You struggle against him as he shoves the pill down your throat. He pushed your head back and forced you to drink water, you coughed and choked until you finally got it down.

“Why are you doing this?” You scowl, and he shrugs, smiling at you. What a psycho.

“Want to watch the show?” It’s as if he completely changed personalities, now all cheerful, giddy almost.

Before you could answer, your chair is turned around and you see Spencer sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the room. There is a shiny chain wrapped around his body, keeping him still against the chair. He sees you from across the room. His eyebrows raise as he sees you stuck to the chair.

“Y/N?! Oh my god, are you okay?!” He says, moving against the chains, not budging one bit. He has a gentle line of blood coming down his temple, and his hair is completely messed up. He sees your eyes get more and more hooded.

You try to reply, but everything starts spinning.

“S-Spence..” The man pulls your hair back, yanking your neck back, making your throat exposed. You can just barely hear what is going on around you as you get sleepy. You can see the ceiling, your eyes finally adjusting to the dark. It looks like the ceiling of a barn, very well maintained if you can’t see sunlight. But then again, maybe it was dark out already.

“Dan come out here! Grab a bat.” The man tells someone, and you don’t see but you hear some footsteps coming up behind you.

“Ralph, please don’t hurt her. She didn’t do anything! Hit me instead, please.” Spencer’s voice rings out, raspy and aching for water. He knows him?

“Oh? Tough guy huh?! Don’t want us to hurt this precious baby do you?”

You just about can’t move, you feel so tired but you can still see and hear what’s going on. You could barely feel anything until you feel the cool metal of a blade pressed against your neck. Not pressing hard until Spencer speaks again.

“NO! Please don’t! If you want to kill someone, just kill me!” He just about sobbed. The man above you looked down at you, looking at your glazed eyes.

-

Garcia sat at her desk, tossing a lollipop back at JJ who was sitting at the chair behind her.

“Have you heard from Reid? He’s never been this quiet. I’m starting to miss his smart ass remarks.” JJ says, unwrapping the candy as Garcia dials his number to his phone without even saying anything.

It rings a few times until he, no, someone answers.

“Who in the hell is this.” A man's voice called out, and Garcia and JJ both sat up straighter.

“Spencer?” Garcia asks, reaching her arm behind her to get JJ to sit next to her. When she moves forward, they hear a thud and hear you scream in the background.

They both jump and JJ immediately runs out to get Morgan and Hotchner.

“Oh you must mean the Dr. Spencer Reid! Oh yeah he’s here with us! We’re just having some fun with y/n as well! Enjoy never seeing them again!” He says as he hangs up just as the men come into the office.

“I-I- Sir we were just thinking about him so we called him, b-but..” Hotch cuts her off.

“Track his phone. There’s a GPS installed and if the unsub wasn’t smart enough to remove it, we can find them. Text me the address Garcia.”

“Yes sir, on it.” She turns around and begins typing.

They leave the BAU in their SUVs and floor it as Morgan’s phone dings with the location.

-

You feel numb, and your heart and brain both seem to flutter with the effects of the pill. Your head drops and you open your eyes to see Spencer with his head hanging down, fresh blood in his hair. There’s a man standing behind him, wiping the blood off of the tan baseball bat with a rag.

“S-Spence..” Your voice is raspy, aching something horrible.

“I’m sorry.” You tell him, having your hair yanked back again, giving you a clear vision of him. He has tears running down his cheeks as he’s breathing heavily against the chains holding him down. There’s blood coming from his lip as well, and it quivered as he looked across your whole body.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you this morning..” Spencer’s mouth fell open and his eyebrows pinched upwards, his eyes swelling with tears as you mumbled.

“Aw how cute! You’re sorry for yelling at him? Is that why you're sorry?” The man got down close to your face, his nose pressed against your cheek as you clenched your teeth. But his attention was drawn away at the sound of a closing door outside the barn.

“Go check that out.” He tells the other man, and he grabs a handgun instead. Pressing it tight against the side of your neck as he hurriedly untied your hands and ankles, forcing you to stand up. You were walking towards Spencer, and you tried reaching out for him when you were pushed to the floor right in front of him. Your chin hit his knee as he looked down at you, still trying to break out of the chains, but that's when the gun is removed from you and pressed right against his temple.

“You’re not going to want to do that.” Spencer says, looking at up Ralph. Ralph just moves the gun, pointing it directly between his eyes. He holds it there while attempting to tie your hands back together behind your back. You wanted so desperately to fight back, but whatever he gave you had you almost completely immobile.

“Stop talking to me.”

“I’ve studied people like you Ralph. You don’t want to kill people. You have compassion deep down. But your past..” He paused as the fun pressed right against his forehead, he shuddered lightly at the coldness of it. “Your past doesn't define you.”

His sentence was punctuated with a gunshot from outside before the door busted open, as you turned your head you saw Hotch and felt set free.

“Shut up!”

“Drop the gun.” Hotch says, in the calmness his voice always is. Ralph turned to him, pointing the gun at him instead. You can see his hand shaking, and hear his breath shaking just as bad. You twist your body and kick your foot out, tripping the man. Thinking you succeeded, waiting for Hotch to run over and kick the gun out of his hand, instead he reaches over and hits you sharply over the head with the butt of his gun.

“NO!” Spencer cried as he watched your eyes close, and the blood flower on your forehead.

That moment, Hotch shot Ralph right in the middle of the eyes. He falls and Spencer moves violently in the chair desperate to get out and save you. Hotch runs to him and gets the key out of the man's pocket, undoing the chains as Morgan runs to you as well, checking your pulse.

“I NEED A MEDIC!” He yelled into his mic, flipping you onto your side, undoing your hands and you open your eyes at the feeling of hands touching your face. Much softer after getting beat.

“Y/N, Y/N i’m right here okay?! We’re getting an ambulance, you’ll be okay.” He kisses your forehead softly as your eyes flutter open and closed slowly.

“What.. What did he give me? I'm so tired.” You say, bringing up a hand to press against your forehead. You look up to see Hotch digging in the man's pocket, pulling out an orange bottle with a white label.

“Xanax. It could have been so much worse but we will get you help. You’ll be okay.” He tells you and Spencer is still hovering over you. You bring up a hand to touch his lip, not directly touching the open wound there but caressing his cheek lovingly.

He smiles down at you and holds your hand that’s on his face.

“You shouldn’t be sorry. I shouldn’t have gone in to do those goddamn papers, I should have just stayed home today and made dinner with you.” He tells you, his nose scrunching as he sniffs his tears back.

“Let’s just get out of here. Then we can make dinner.”

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Taglist — @blissfulparker @railmereid

[klbwriting]

Dinner is Served?

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Warnings: none

Request: none, no one asked for this it was just too adorable to not write

Tag List: @reidoneshots

Spencer entered the apartment you and he shared carrying the shopping bags and smiling.  He walked over, setting the down on the counter, looking over the cooking instruments you had gotten out for the date the two of you had in mind for the evening.  You were going to cook dinner together and hopefully have a fantastic meal by the time dinner time rolled around.

"Alright, are we ready Dr. Reid?" you asked, watching him unload the first bag.  He handed you romaine lettuce, a bag of croutons, a hunk of Parmesan cheese, and a lemon while he carried over the rest of the ingredients for the first course of the meal.  You started to tear the romaine apart while he started to measure out the liquids. 

"You the Caesar salad is not named for the ancient emperor," Spencer said as he measured and mixed.  "Supposedly it was created by a man named Caesar Cardini who worked in San Diego and Mexico in 1924.  The story goes that the restaurant was low on supplies during a Fourth of July rush and he had to make up something on the spot."  You smiled at him and nodded, loving when he rambled like this, you always learned something interesting.

"Ok, the romaine and croutons are ready, let's get the dressing on," you said, moving the bowl of lettuce over to him.  He poured in the dressing, tossing the salad before looking at you.  You took a fork and tried the creation, keeping your face neutral as you watched him take a forkful.  He instantly winced and you smiled, finally being able to show your disgust.  The two of you spit the food into some napkins and laughed.

"I don't know what happened, I read everything and measured it all exactly.  I have a doctorate in chemistry for God's sake," Spencer said, sounding amused yet slightly annoyed.  You just laughed and pulled him for a sweet kiss. "Don't worry, who eats salad anyway?  We're not rabbits!" you teased, letting him toss out the salad and put away the ingredients for it you didn't use.  "Ok, on to the spaghetti and garlic bread!" 

"Ok, I will handle the garlic bread and spaghetti, think you can do the sauce?" he asked.  You nodded, a hopeful look on your face.  You got the tomatoes and herbs and spices, starting to heat the water on the stove.  Spencer did the same and you hip bumped him with a smile.  He got out spaghetti and set it in the water before grabbing the crusty bed and brushing a garlic butter mixture on it. 

"What can you tell me about spaghetti and tomato sauce babe?" you asked, preheating the over and getting the baking sheet ready.  Spencer thought for a moment, biting his lip and making you want to kiss him again, which you did, before he spoke.

"The tomato was never really a big deal in Italian cuisine.  People think it has always been part of the food in Italy but wasn't really introduced until Antonio Latini's cookbook came out in 1692," he said.  Then he thought again, putting garlic bread on the sheet and into the oven, setting the time.  "Pasta was first mentioned in writing in the 5th century, and that it was introduced to Sicily by the Arabs during their conquest."  You watched him again, going back to the sauce to stir it.  "Why do you ask?"

"I love when you tell me things I don't know, I feel like it brings us closer together, plus you're so cute when you ramble," you said, making him blush. He looked down at you and leaned in, kissing you softly.  That kiss led to another and another and soon you both smelled something burning.  You went to the sauce and sighed.

"Burned?" Spencer asked, looking guilty.  You nodded and laughed, moving to turn off the stove top.  He looked at the spaghetti and dumped it into a strainer and frowned.  "I think this is useless also..."  The spaghetti was overcooked and looked like rubber shoestrings. 

"Maybe the garlic bread will be alright!" you said cheerily as the oven beeped.  Spencer pulled out the bread and frowned, showing that it was charred badly.  The two of you looked at each other and burst out laughing again.

  "This was a disaster," he said, putting the bread in the trash.  You nodded.

"But it was fun, how about I order us something in?" you asked.  He nodded and you walked into the living room to get your phone.

"But nothing with chopsticks!" he yelled.  You smirked.

"So pad thai it is!"

[lilyjade]

Pure Imagination (SR/MGG) - #3 I Wanna Be yours (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/cPoXAKQPM9 Cute imagines and oneshots about Boy Genius and the goofball who plays him. *I AM taking requests for now because I need some ideas No smut because I suck at writing that so fluff and lots of it. Maybe someday there will be smut. Enjoy!! 🥰

[klbwriting]

Say You Won’t Let Go

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff

Summary: (Slight AU, instead of just going to JJ’s Spencer hides away, not really talking to the BAU team for awhile after Emily dies) Spencer needed a break after Emily died, he just needed something that wasn’t in the BAU, and he found it completely by accident.

Note: No one requested this, I just like the song and think of Spencer when I hear it, so this is just something little for him, hope you like it, this is my first time really writing him, based on ‘Say You Won’t Let Go’ by James Arthur

Spencer needed a break.  He couldn’t see them, talk to them, be reminded of what had happened to one of his best friends anymore.  He had tried, going to JJ’s once to see what comfort she could provide but he found that it wasn’t enough.  That was when he considered going back to dilaudid , letting that take away his pain and heartbreak.  He even had gone to find some, dropping by a bank to pick up cash along the way.  As he was leaving he bumped into you, causing you to drop a pile of books.  He initially jumped back, nervous at the closeness and then he became concerned.

“Are you alright?” he questions, quickly remembering that he should be decent and help you pick up your books.  He glanced at your face and finally recognized you.  You were a technical writer for the bureau, you wrote training manuals and guides and he had come to you once with a clarifying question.  What was your name?  His brain quickly scanned the meeting and he remembered seeing your nameplate, Y/N, that was it.  He looked at your face again, handing you the three books he had picked up.  You smiled at him and he noted that your smile was pretty and honestly he would like to see more of it.

“Yes, I’m fine, thank you.  Dr. Reid right?” you asked, still smiling as you put the books into your bag.  Spencer nodded.  “Nice to see you again, um, actually, remember how you had asked me about the correct method of handling an unsub with a blowtorch?” He nodded, of course he remembered.  “I found out that the bureau was wrong, and I had been meaning to come by and tell you the correction, but after what happened with your teammate I thought you might be taking time off.”  His mind had wandered a little during your speech, something it didn’t do often, your eyes were just so gorgeous, but he was brought back when you mentioned Emily. 

“Ya, I am, I just uh, was looking for something to do today,” he said, trying to get going on his way.  You cocked your head to side and looked him over.  “What?” he asked, feeling like you could read his mind even though he knew that was pretty much impossible.

“You like Doctor Who don’t you? They’re showing Genesis of the Daleks at the bookstore near my house, want to go with me? There’s a party after in the owner’s apartment above it,” you explained.  He stared for a moment, his mind processing everything you said.  He could blow you off, but he really wanted to see you smile again, and the fourth Doctor was his favorite.  It took him only seconds to cave and he nodded.  He would get the dilaudid another day.  You smiled and nodded, turning to lead him down the street. 

It was only a few blocks away and at a bookstore he had been to himself before.  You led him to the lounge area in back where a tv was set up and maybe a dozen people were already seated in various couches and chairs.  The only free couch was in the back and it looked like a snug fit for the two of you.  You let him sit down first and then sat, making sure to leave some space between the two of you, which he appreciated.

“So everyone talks during these, making jokes and discussing the show, if you hate it I won’t be offended if you leave ok?  Just have fun, you look like you need some,” you said and he smiled at you.  This made you smile and for a second he thought you blushed. 

“Ok, thank you,” he said softly.  The show started and surprisingly Spencer enjoyed himself.  You were funny and smart and almost as big a fan as him.  He even let his guard down enough for you that when you brushed a hand against his arm or your bodies touched on the couch he didn’t move away or flinch.  He felt safe with you even though you had spent only two hours together.  It was nice, feeling safe again, his mind for once calm after the ordeal with Emily.  However, that didn’t take away his nerves of the after-party. 

“Do you want to stay?” you asked and Spencer looked at the strangers around the room, some eyeing him.  He shook his head.

“But I’d still like to stay with you,” he blurted out, a red tinge coming to his cheeks.  He normally wouldn’t have been so bold but he really liked the feeling you gave him.  He couldn’t place it but he liked it.  You smiled and blushed also, leaving for a second to talk to the owner.  He nodded, handing you a bottle of wine before waving you off. 

“Come on,” you said, taking his hand gently in yours.  “Let’s hang out at my place, I have quite a few more adventures with the Doctor there.”  Spencer found himself nodding, not pulling his hand away from yours as you pulled him out of the shop and down the street.

Your house was small but cozy, not overly decorated, unless you counted books, CD’s, and DVD’s as decoration.  Spencer almost felt at home hear, it reminded him of his apartment.  You went to kitchen, filling up a couple glasses with wine before returning to the living room and sitting on the couch.  He discarded his things and joined you, taking the glass you offered.  You were about the put on a movie but he stopped you.

“Can we just talk?” he asked.  You smiled and nodded, putting on some soft music instead.  It was light and easy and relaxed him some as he sipped his wine.  You turned to face him, listening to everything he had to say.  He told you more than he thought he would about Emily’s death, seemingly needing to get this out, to tell someone everything he felt, even about the desire to use a drug to take away the pain.  You didn’t say much, just listening, knowing he needed to vent and be heard and he loved that you listened.  Was that the feeling he had for you?  No, that was irrational, there was no love at first sight, just pheromones and endorphins released at the first sign of attraction.  After he stopped, already on his third glass of wine, you finally spoke.

“You know that your feelings are valid? And that even though you couldn’t save her, you are still a good agent, a good doctor, a good man, you are still enough,” you said softly, a hand settling on his.  Spencer looked at you, alcohol slightly clouding his judgement.  He once again believed maybe he was in love with you.

“Thank you,” he said.  He laughed a little, feeling lighter due to the talk and the wine.  “Anything you would like to spill?”  You smiled.

“Sure, you told me something personal, I’ll tell you something,” you said, taking a second glass of wine for yourself.  You noticed the bottle getting low and went grabbing another one before sitting down and telling him your issues.  Your ex-boyfriend cheating and making you wonder if anyone would ever actually care about you.  He couldn’t relate exactly to that but he wanted you to feel better so he looked at your directly, filling up a fifth glass for both of you.

“Well like you said to me, your feelings are valid, and even though he cheated doesn’t mean you’re not smart, or good, or beautiful,” he said, staring intently at you.  You smiled and nodded.  “You are enough.”  He could see almost a tear in your eye and then you made a face.

“I’m going to throw up,” you said, standing quickly.  Spencer hadn’t realized really until he tried to stand up and follow but both of you were really drunk.  He managed to get to your bathroom, kneeling next to you and holding your hair as you emptied your stomach.  He was surprised he could do this, he hated germs, but the alcohol had him thinking slower and he was just going with his gut on what to do at the moment, not worrying about anything but you.  You swallowed, took a couple deep breaths and looked back at him, head cocking to the side, and smiled.  For a moment Spencer felt completely sober, staring at you and hugging you against him, your arms wrapping around his back.  He was in love, no matter what his head tried to say his heart wasn’t having it, he was in love with you.  You looked up at him and smiled again.

“You want to stay over?” you asked.  He nodded slowly.

“But only so I know you get some sleep and are ok,” he said, standing and helping you to your room.  He laid you down on your side, laying next to you, hand still in yours.  You watched him for a moment before your eyes fell shut and he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He tightened his grip on your hand. 

He didn’t need anything else if he didn’t let go of your hand.

[lilyjade]

Pure Imagination (SR/MGG) - #2 - Dead Serious (MGG) (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/5bJKl0zB18 Cute imagines and oneshots about Boy Genius and the goofball who plays him. *I AM taking requests for now because I need some ideas No smut because I suck at writing that so fluff and lots of it. Maybe someday there will be smut. Enjoy!! 🥰

[lilyjade]

Pure Imagination (SR/MGG) - #1 - Skin Care (MGG) (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/4KQdqdwB18 Cute imagines and oneshots about Boy Genius and the goofball who plays him. *I AM taking requests for now because I need some ideas No smut because I suck at writing that so fluff and lots of it. Maybe someday there will be smut. Enjoy!! 🥰