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I just want to kiss his forehead, he's so adorable :3

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14.07

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i need some air-

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At An Impasse

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Princess!Reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: angst

Summary: You're taken back to your home country to continue tradition and marry someone you don't love. When objections come around, you look to the crowd in hopes someone saves you. Someone does and now you have a new choice to make.

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Square Filled: royalty au for @anyfandomgoesbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3

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You thought the next time you were in Yacleira, you’d have a much different life. Here you are, back in your dressing room wearing the same beautiful dress you were wearing when you left this country. The dress is a pinkish-beige color instead of the traditional white a wedding dress is supposed to be. The strapless bodice has golden swirls and diamonds are placed sporadically along the spiral lines. Extra fabric was sewn onto both sides of the dress to give it a more full and voluminous look. Those pieces of fabric start from your waist and go all the way down to the ground to meet the bottom of the dress. The fabric is curled over each other to create a sort of wavy look that looks natural. The bottom of the entire dress has fluffy ruffles and a train flows behind you.

Why did you think things would be different for you? Why did you have hope that you were going to be treated differently? Spencer has shown you things you only read about in books, and made you feel things only characters in movies get to feel. The time spent with Spencer has been the best months of your entire life but your parents don’t care about any of it.

Their princess is back and they expect her to get married off to someone she doesn’t love. You want to scream and cry but you don’t, and Ben watches you with a careful eye knowing you want to. He hasn’t said anything to you since you got back mostly because you think he feels guilty for sending you to America without checking who you’re staying with. It’s not his fault but he won’t hear it.

Your mother enters the room and smiles when she sees you in your wedding dress.

“Look how gorgeous you are.”

“Thank,” you mumble.

“Don’t be so sad, honey.”

“You won’t understand. There was something special with Spencer. I thought I really loved him.”

“Everything is going to be okay. You’ll see.”

This time, she isn’t letting you out of her sight. She is eager to walk you down the aisle knowing you’ll be married to Henry in only a few hours. The tradition fulfilled, the peace treaty unbroken. Ben stands on your left while your mother stands on your right. Both of them start to walk you down the aisle where Henry is waiting for you at the altar. You keep your gaze focused on the banner right above Henry because you will break out in tears if you look at him. Maybe if you pretend he’s Spencer, it’ll be better.

The minister’s voice drones out so you’re not paying attention to anything he is saying. It’s like you’re locked inside your body, forced to watch this disaster play out. There is nothing you can do about it so you sit idly by and wait for the storm to pass. This is being televised to the citizens of Yacleira with the most important people in the audience.

“If anyone should object to the marriage of Y/N Richmond and Henry Harrington, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

You don’t look to the audience knowing there is no one there who will speak up.

“I do.” Your eyes widen and you look to see Spencer standing up. “I object.” You can’t find the words as whispers fill the ballroom. He steps into the aisle just as everyone turns to look at him. “I know I don’t hold nearly as much value as a prince but I do know that I can’t stop thinking about you. You make me happy, happier than I have ever been in a long time. I have no idea where this relationship will go but if you let me, I will do everything I can to make you happy. I want to be with you. Do you want to be with me?”

Everyone turns to look at you who has a shocked look on your face.

“I have a confession,” Henry says and all eyes are on him. “I can’t… I’m in love with someone else.” Shocked gasps go through the room, and Henry looks at you. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to hurt you.”

“I think I’m in love with someone else, too,” you say and look at Spencer.

Your mother and father are already storming up to the altar with not-so-pleased looks on their faces.

“Throne room, now,” your mother scowls.

You look at Spencer once before leaving the room. Ben and Kylen follow you to the throne room while your parents deal with the rest of the wedding that may not happen. You’re only in the throne room for five minutes before Spencer and your parents walk in.

“Mother, I’m sorry--”

“How do you feel about Spencer?” she asks.

Spencer walks over to you and you grab his hand in support. You can’t believe he flew all the way out here just for you. He must have left only days after you did since the wedding happened four days after you got back to Yacleira.

“I love him, Mother.”

“Then you two need to make a decision. I have misjudged you and I apologize for that. Your father and I were talking in the days before the wedding. I had hoped you would marry Henry but I realize now how unhappy you have been. I loved your father when I married him but I see now you don’t love Henry. Forcing you to marry someone we want isn’t going to work for you.”

“Mama,” you whisper tearfully.

“I love you so much, my dear. I want nothing but happiness for you, and if being with Spencer makes you happy, then I want you to be with him.”

“Thank you,” you smile.

“However,” your father’s voice booms around the throne room, “there is a choice you need to make. If you don’t want to marry royalty, then we won’t make you. We’ll deal with Vosharia and sign a new peace treaty.”

“What’s the choice?” you ask.

“You can either give up royalty and live as a commoner with Spencer or you can embrace your status as Queen with Spencer by your side. You’ll need to be married for that and without Vosharia, I can give you another year before you have to be married.”

You look at Spencer who is already looking at you. How can you possibly ask Spencer to do this? You want nothing but to be with Spencer but does he want you enough to be in this life with you?

“We’ll give you two a minute,” your mother says.

Everyone leaves the throne room to pick up the pieces of the abandoned wedding.

“Y/N--”

“I could never ask you to give up your life for me.” The tears fall but you make no move to wipe them away. “I could never ask you to give up all your friends and family to come here and live with me as King.”

“Technically, I’d be a prince.”

“That’s not the point,” you sigh.

“Still, I could never ask you to give up your friends and family for me.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Neither do I.”

This time, you have no words. Do you stay with Spencer in Virginia or does Spencer move to Yacleira and rule by your side? No one else can make this decision but you and Spencer.

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Theoretically Yours

Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

Summary: After a series of murders at your university, the FBI has decided to give you a bodyguard. The problem is that he is extremely cute and can hardly protect himself, especially from you and your charms.

This happens in the first or second season, but is not mixed with canon!

TW: mentions of murder, crime, blood (normal warnings in the serie) and also a plot twist???. spicy insinuations. spencer from the first seasons. english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).

Note: I'm really excited about this, I love Spencer Reid in all seasons, but in the early ones he had something different that drove me crazy. Also, this is the first time I write here and I'm nervous.

♡ Enjoy! ♡

It was supposed to be a normal day, but agents showed up at your door to stop you from going to class and left you under the watchful eye of the youngest of them, Dr. Spencer Reid. It was a precaution to protect you from the killer who has been stalking the campus, killing girls with similar profiles to yours.

You weren't afraid and insisted that it wasn't necessary until you saw him. The mere thought of spending time alone with the man made you more excited than you would have liked. He was very tall, skinny and could barely look you in the eye for more than five seconds without looking away absolutely blushing.

You had decided not to talk to him or act suspicious, but for some reason you liked the idea of him helping you with your biology homework. You were studying pre-med at the behest of your parents and were having trouble understanding some of the material. Spencer saved your life when he offered to help you and told you about his multiple doctorates.

“You are amazing, like a genius.” You said in surprise when he read the big book you had on the table in just five minutes and left a bunch of notes in it.

He blushed again, trying to adjust his glasses to hide it so it wouldn't show. Reid was doing his best to be professional and not let his guard down, he had to be vigilant in case you were in danger.

“It's nothing. I hope it helps you.” He said, giving you a little smile.

You nod and look at the television behind him. They were airing a new report on the latest murders, showing photos of the victims and interviews with family members. Everyone cried and repeated how unfair it was to lose their prodigy daughters to a madman. You thought about how they made such a simple TV show about spilled blood without thinking about it, just trying to paint the girls who had tormented you for several years as white doves.

“Don't worry, you're safe here. I can promise that.” Spencer spoke as he followed your gaze. He was trying to comfort you and take away any fear with his presence.

“I know.” You smile at him with innocence. You were more than capable of protecting yourself and you knew it.

There was an awkward moment of silence, so you offered him coffee to break it. You went to the kitchen and poured two cups, watching from afar as he talked on the phone in the meantime. You couldn't help but notice the nervousness in his voice as he repeated to his colleagues that all was well with you.

“She's pretty, isn't she?” Penelope's voice rang through the phone in Reid's ear and sent shivers down his spine. “I saw some pictures in internet.”

“I...maybe...yes.” He mumbled, trying not to let you hear him. "How does that matter or help the case?"

As you used the coffeepot, Spencer looked you over from head to toe. He couldn't deny how attractive you were and how much his heart raced when you were around. His extreme lack of flirting skills and his clear differences with you saved him from the temptation you were.

“Just have fun, lover boy. You need it.” The woman smiled proudly and hung up the call before he could answer.

The two poured cups were already on the table, you sat down on the sofa by the window to start reading the notes he had left in your medical book. His impeccable handwriting made you shudder, it was unbelievable that someone with so much knowledge would waste time trying to take care of you from yourself and not even realize it.

“You're okay?” He asked with a soft voice, sitting in front of you.

“Yes, just reading your notes.”

“Sorry, I put too many. But I can mark the important ones for you.” He gently took the book from your hands and began to place himself between the paragraphs with one of his fingers.

Your eyes fell on his hands, the way he moved them over the pages of the book bringing inappropriate thoughts to your mind. You hadn't noticed before how perfect every part of him seemed, especially now that he was spouting complex biological terms without even flinching. You were aware of your own intelligence and proud of it, but you would have liked to be like him...or at least have him around.

“Is something wrong?” He asked confused as he noticed how you had been watching him.

“Sorry. I was thinking of biology...nothing better to look at to understand the theory.” You said to justify your indiscretion.

“Oh sure, it helps. According to several studies, the human being has three main systems for perceiving information: visual, auditory and kinesthetic.” He began to explain quickly. “This theory was put forward in 1988.”

“Maybe that can help me.” You suggested, trying to look away from him.

He nods and start to talking again.

“You were watching, that was visual. And you heard me talking before, that was auditory.”

“And what is kinesthetic?” You asked, even though you knew what the answer was.

Spencer swallowed before speaking, trying to hide his nervousness at the sudden change in tone of the conversation. He was glad to know that he had been able to turn the situation around and put the recent crimes out of his mind, he had been worried that they would affect you.

“Is what is learned through sensation and movement.” He finally said with his voice trembling slightly.

“Can I...?” You try to ask, but he nods before you can finish the sentence.

You stop looking into his eyes and take his hand, put it on your legs and start tracing lines with your finger over his scarred veins. You could feel him shudder every time you touched him, and his mutterings about the technical names of each became inaudible.

“This is the radial artery, provides oxygenated blood to the hands and fingers.” You start to talking, looking him to the eyes again and letting your hand enjoy the softness of his.

“Yes...yeah, it is.” His voice came out as a whisper, as if he was losing control of the situation. No one had ever touched him in such a way before.

The smell of coffee mixed with his cologne is almost addictive and begins to drive you crazy. Just touching his hands was not enough, something inside you wanted more and the ideas running through your head began to torment you. You knew it wasn't right and that your own sanity was in jeopardy, he was one of the good guys and you not so much. It just wasn't right for you to mix, let alone under the current circumstances.

“I should check the perimeter.” Spencer rose from his seat and slowly moved his hand away from yours. He need to go away before something incorrect happened.

All the words were caught in your throat at that moment. You didn't want him to walk away yet.

“It's not necessary.” You got up after him, preventing him from walking to the door and being able to leave. “Everyone is in their classes now, the residence is empty and your coffee is going to get cold.”

Spencer knew you were right. He couldn't go against logic, so he sat back down on one of the couches and took a sip of the coffee you had poured for him. He did his best to avoid your gaze, but it was impossible when you were looking out the window and absentmindedly sipping your coffee.

“Do you think they'll find the killer?” You asked, trying to make conversation after watching through the glass as police cruisers drove around campus.

“Of course, no one else will have to get hurt and everything will be back to normal for you.” He replied without taking his eyes off you.

“I don't think you get to decide that.” You blurt out without thinking.

The phrase and your tone were enough to make him stand up and walk towards you. He put a hand on your shoulder out of inertia, to give you support and reassure you a little.

“You don't need to be afraid.” He gave you a small reassuring smile and you felt the warmth of his touch.

You took a tentative step toward him, shortening the distance between your bodies. You raised your gaze to meet his, feeling at his mercy because of the difference in height. You weren't thinking too hard and didn't hesitate to put your hand on his cheek, caressing it.

“What are you doing?” He asked, trying not to get carried away by your touch.

“To thank you for being here and helping me.” You had a burst of courage and stood on tiptoe to give him a resounding kiss on the cheek.

Then you moved your face far enough away to look at him and see his blush. He looked so affected by a simple kiss on the cheek that you couldn't help but move closer again, this time with his fingers on your chin.

“You can't. We can't.” He stopped the approach just a couple of inches from their lips colliding.

“Why? Because I'm part of your job?” You questioned in frustration, unable to tear your eyes away from his mouth.

“I'm here to keep you safe.” He tried to sound calm and professional, though his voice trembled.

“I'm very safe now.” You assured him, grabbing his arms and wrapping them around your waist. “No one can hurt me here.”

Without Spencer being able to notice, a small moan escaped him at your action.

“There's a killer on the loose.” He insisted, trying to be the voice of reason even though he couldn't look away from your lips.

“Trust me, a kiss won't bring him here. I'm sure of it.” You replied as you noticed him slowly pulling away from you.

A curse tried to come out of your mouth at the rejection and lack of his touch at your waist, but before you could finish it, his lips were on yours and his hands were pressing you against him.

His lips were as soft as his hands, but the way they moved over yours was not soft at all. At first, even her tongue seemed to ask your permission to continue. It took several seconds of clear acceptance before the uncertainty of his kiss disappeared and was replaced by need.

You took advantage of the fact that you were in front of the big couch to push him off and you both fell on top of him, having only a few seconds to catch your breath before continuing. He gave you a quick, tender kiss before pulling his hands away from your back to remove his glasses, which were already fogged up and out of place. But your hand stopped him just before he could put them down on the table.

“Do not take off your glasses. I really like them.” You whispered still over his mouth.

“As you wish.” He said before kissing you again and letting himself enjoy himself under you, without thinking about anything else.

At that moment you knew that maybe committing a few more murders to keep him around wasn't such a bad idea.

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CRIMINAL MINDS (2005—)

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if anyone wanted an update on my life: we dated for a year and a half and he was an alcoholic and terrible human 🙃

i feel like i’m living in a fanfic 😂 my dude friend and i got back into contact after a few years and admitted that we were each other’s “what if’s” as in like what if we had dated (he had asked me out in high school and i had said no)

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my horoscope is scary accurate today... also having a discussion with my friend today

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Ok. So it’s a weird request. It might not make sense 😮 but 50 ways prompt #32

But add in 14. “How would I tell her that she’s all I think about” as I like an internal monologue thing... like she is laying the couch and he comes back from a case she is sleeping while tv is still on. He adds a couple of blankets (side note- I sleep with 3 or 4 blankets a night. They are my obsession) anyways he adds them and just appreciates their beauty and has the internal monologue from #14 Harry prompt.

It’s stupid I’m sorry. My brain is running through so many scenarios and going nonstop. So ahhh I hope it makes sense. I’m tired...😴😴

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

prompts: wrapping a blanket around them when they are sitting on the couch and watching a show + “how would i tell her that she’s all i think about?”

word count: .9k

a/n: omg no this wasn’t stupid!!! i enjoyed writing this, and i hope i didn’t stray too far away from what you were thinking of! i hope you enjoy it! <3

masterlist | 400 celebration

Spencer wasn’t used to coming home to someone after a long case. He was used to walking through the door, kicking off his shoes, going to the kitchen to make some coffee that definitely wasn’t needed, and then going right to bed after he had drunk it. That was his routine— until you came along.

He was surprised how quickly the two of you became friends. You had met while you were getting your mail— he hadn’t noticed you around the building before, but quickly discovered that you moved in not too long ago. To say that you have been friendly to him ever since was an understatement. You had to have been the nicest person he’s ever met— the only one who would indulge in his rambling by asking far too many questions, insisting on watching any foreign film he talks about, and most importantly, being there for him after cases that just didn’t end well.

He wasn’t surprised when he realized he had feelings for you that were far more than platonic, and whenever he would walk through the threshold of his apartment and see you sitting on his couch, his heart would beat a little faster.

The act of you being over his apartment while away started not too long into the friendship. The first time it had happened was when he’d asked you to water the plants he had— Penelope insisted he have some life in his place so he settled for a couple of small ferns— and you being the absolute angel you are, agreed. After the first week it seemed as though you had just waited in his place the day he was flying back, and he had no problem with that.

And he continued to not have a problem, because it was days like today that made him love the idea of you being in his apartment. When he walked in, he noticed you all curled up on the couch, sleeping with two blankets. The closer he got, the easier it was to see the slight shiver that went down your spine.

His first thought was his immediate reaction, and he quickly made it to his room and grabbed an extra blanket out of his closet and sat down on the edge of the couch, carefully placing the fluffy material on your upper body.

He continued to just sit there and watch the small nose twitches that occurred as you slept, and despite the feeling of being a creep in the back of his mind, he absolutely adored looking at you. Just from the thirty seconds of staring, he discovered something that he knew already lived very deep within him, and that was the idea of seeing you like this a lot more.

He wanted to fall asleep and wake up next to you, making breakfast in the early mornings, kissing you before he left the state— and all of these wants brought up the main question he’d have from the beginning… ‘how would I tell her that she’s all I think about?’

He wanted to tell you, he really did, and when he contemplated saying it to your sleeping form, he felt movement coming from beside him, you mumbling inaudible words as you began to wake up.

“Spencer?”

“Hey, I’m home.” His hand brushed some hair from your eyes, and the second he realized how weird it may have been, he retracted, only for your hand to catch his before he placed it back on the couch.

He was confused at first, but it quickly diminished when he felt you using it as leverage to sit up. You let out a yawn and ran your fingers through your hair, “I can see that. Sorry for falling asleep, when you said you were on your way back from Arizona I came right over. Guess I didn’t realize how far away it actually is.”

The two of you let out a chuckle as Spencer shook his head, “don’t be. My space is your space.”

“And vice versa”, you said, giving him a dopey smile.

You sat there for a minute, staring at each other with smiles sprawled across your faces. Spencer just wanted to lean in and—

“Do you want to get dinner with me?”

Your words brought him out of his thoughts and he took a deep breath before responding, “uh, yeah. I have some menus for takeout in the kitchen.”

“Actually, I meant out.”

“‘Out’ as in…?”

“A date?” There was a beat of silence where neither of you had said anything, and before Spencer could even think of agreeing (because yes, he’s over the moon excited about a date with you— he was just taken by surprise), you start to ramble, “you know what, forget I said anything. You just got back from a case, I’m half asleep, and your my friend and you probably don’t even feel the same way so—”

Spencer cut you off by doing the one thing he wanted to not even five minutes ago, and that was by pressing his lips against yours. He could tell it took you a moment to register what was actually happening, but after a moment, you leaned into the kiss, reciprocating every ounce of passion he has poured into it.

Neither one of you knew how long the kiss lasted, but once it was broken and he rested his forehead against yours, he gave you a shy smile. “I would absolutely love to go on a date with you.” The small giggle you let slip from your lips made his heart soar, and right then and there Spencer Reid promised himself that he would tell you just how much you’ve been on his mind very, very soon.

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i feel like i’m living in a fanfic 😂 my dude friend and i got back into contact after a few years and admitted that we were each other’s “what if’s” as in like what if we had dated (he had asked me out in high school and i had said no)

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the pretty boy & the tough guy.

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Rumple Buttercup ACNH Design

Hey everyone! For those of us who are playing ACNH during this quarantine, I made a Rumple sweater!

Feel free to share it around 🥰 ❤️ We could all use a little more self love during this difficult time.

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i got this one too 💕

let me assign you a colour pallette

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Hiii could you do fluff #12,17,18 from prompt list 1 please? Thank you!

hii! this was hard er than I expected ahaha! also decided on baby spence for this cuz I thought it'd be really cute

"You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

“Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

“I’m pretty sure (you’re/she’s/he’s/they’re) my soulmate”

Spencer released a deep sigh as Morgan shook his shoulder. Elle smirked at them both. They’ve been trying to convince him to “shoot his shot” with Y/N for about 10 minutes now. She was relatively new to the team but Spencer’s crush was nearly debilitating. He couldn’t go 5 seconds without sneaking a peek at her. Derek kept trying to give him examples of pickup lines, Spencer knew they’d sound ridiculous coming from him.

“Come on, man. What’s the worst that could happen?” Derek tried to lighten up the situation and ease his nerves.

“Are you seriously asking for the statistical probability of that beautiful woman rejecting me?” Spencer stared at his friend incredulously. Derek quickly shook his head and Elle spoke.

“Reid, listen to me, when was the last time you asked someone on a date?” She asked and Spencer paused, he knew the exact number of days since he’s been on a date, but it was far too embarrassing to tell her. His hesitation told her everything she needed to know. “You have nothing to lose right if you ask her now. Worst case scenario, she rejects you and you can move on.”

Spencer grimaced at the thought of rejection but his eyes followed Y/N to the kitchenette. He took a deep breath and nodded, “Alright, alright.” Derek clapped him on the back and wished him luck before he made his way to the kitchenette.

“Hey, there.” Spencer said, the words catching on the side of his throat nervously. He cleared it slightly and avoided eye contact as he pretended to get himself coffee.

“Hey, Spencer!” Y/N chirped, shooting him a smile before getting back to her coffee.

“So...you come here often?” Spencer immediately regretted the words that came out of his mouth. IQ of 187 and he couldn’t come up with anything better than that? Curse Derek for bringing up pickup lines!

She laughed, taken aback by the question slightly. Spencer tried to ignore the adorable way in which her face twisted in confusion, “Well, considering I work here, yes.”

Spencer wanted to smack his head against the cupboard from embarrassment, or maybe it would be better if the earth split in two and swallowed him right up. There was no coming back from this one. He sent her an awkward smile but by then she had finished making her cup of coffee and began walking away. He didn’t see her grinning like a fool, though.

After that, Spencer was positive that he’d completely blown it. But she was still talking to him as if it hadn’t happened. Maybe she was just taking pity on him, but the way she looked at him as he rambled on and on told him otherwise.

The poor boy had completely embarrassed himself in front of her, she thought it was adorable, but she felt for him. She couldn’t let him think that she wasn’t interested, because she was. She was very interested. She just had to throw him a bone.

They were sitting across from each other on a flight back home from an exhausting case and her eyes were burning with sleep, but he’d just finished explaining the complexities of the first printing press to her-- except she hadn’t retained a single word. His voice was too soothing to pay attention to the words right now.

“Could you say that again?” She sleepily muttered, resting her chin on her hand, her eyelids fighting the urge to droop.

Spencer’s head jerked back slightly in surprise, “Were you not listening?” 

“No I was, I just like hearing your voice.” She smiled and his heart absolutely dematerialized in his chest. His mouth was stuck in a gaping position, but it wasn’t until Derek shot him the sharpest daggers with his eyes from beside her. 

Keep talking, you idiot! Spencer heard through the airwaves between them.

Completely flustered, Spencer began elaborating on what he was saying last. Her eyes began to droop and normally he’d be quite offended, but the ghost of a smile on her lips thawed his anxiety.

By that point, things had gone much smoother between the two, but Spencer just needed a little push. It was currently the day before Halloween and Spencer had been talking everyone’s head off. Everyone stared at him as he stood in the conference room right after Hotch announced that wheels were supposed to be up in 30.

“The cool thing about Halloween is that it’s a uniquely American holiday. I mean, despite its obvious origins in the Celtic festival of--”

“Samhain and the Christian All Saints day.” Y/N cut him off, while gathering her files. Spencer’s mouth gaped slightly and nodded.

“Yes...that’s exactly what I was going to say.” He said in nothing short of awe.

“Well, you're not the only one who loves Halloween here, Doc.” She smiled and walked past him to her desk.

 “I’m pretty sure she’s my soulmate.” He said nearly breathlessly as he stared after her. Elle laughed and shook her head at the lovesick genius.

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the one you would adore

pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

tw: the usual cm violence :/, nothing too crazy

summary: Reader doesn’t know how to talk to Spencer about her feelings for him, but she insinuates her feelings at the worst possible time. 

genre: angst, comfort, mutual pining, fluff fluff fluff

word count 5.6 k ish??

this fic is brought to you by typing like a maniac until i feel good about my life again lol it’s just been in my head for a few days and i needed to get it onto paper so yes it is a hot mess that’s all salamat sa pagbabasa!!

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You breathe deeply, trying (and somewhat failing) to catch your breath and to breathe normally, walking up the steps to your apartment.

It was a Saturday. 

Saturday were your long run days, and while you loved them and knew they were good for you, they certainly made the steps to your door seem eternal. 

You pause your music and check your watch. 

10.3 miles. you think to yourself, Not too bad, all things considered.

It was your first long run in about two weeks, as the past Saturdays had been occupied by a case that took you and the team to Denver.

As you unlock the door to your small apartment and begin your stretching routine, you groan. Whether from the details of the case running through your mind or from your already tense muscles, you weren’t sure.

The team had been called in on a case with a local precinct, in the hopes of being able to profile a killer with an affinity for brunettes. This particular unsub wasted no time and there were half a dozen bodies by the time the BAU came around.

You unpause your music and let it play absently in your ears as the events of the case continue to fill your thoughts.

If only Reid hadn’t made things so… difficult. 

You two had been flirty since you started at the BAU, but it never moved past anything other than a flirtationship. You were the only person that didn’t interrupt his rambling thoughts and he was the only one who didn’t tease you about your fear of the dark. As a result, you engaged when he came to you with some new and “exciting” statistic (exciting by his definition, that is) and he always walked you to your car or into your apartment late at night. A friendship had been born.

It seemed a fair trade.

You liked Spencer, you liked him so much it scared you. Moving to D.C. had been tricky and making friends difficult considering the hours you worked and so as the months went on your time was either spent with the entirety of the team or with Spencer.

And although you never told anyone, you always preferred the times when it was just you and him. 

He was just so… adorable. Not in like the baby animals and “it’s so fluffy I’m gonna die” kind of adorable, but easy to adore. Yes he was the brilliant and yes he was distractingly hot, but he was also just so inherently good that you couldn’t help but love him. 

You definitely loved him as a friend, but it was the recent shift in feelings that made you anxious. When he hugged you tightly after a particularly rough case, you knew you weren’t slightly shaking just from fear. 

When you both dozed off on his couch watching I Love Lucy reruns, waking up to his arms lazily draped around you made your heart pound.

And when someone told a joke and the first person he looked at to laugh at with was you? You thought you might just melt on the spot.

So yes, things were difficult indeed.

How do you preserve a friendship you so desperately want to ruin? A friendship that means everything to you, yet you could easily toss aside if he decided he wanted more?

You shook your head. 

He wasn’t called “pretty boy” for nothing. And although he was adorably blind to the obvious swooning of every woman who saw him on the street (whih was another thing you adored about him) you knew. Dr. Reid could get any girl he wanted to, so why would go for his best friend and coworker?

- - - - - - - - - - - - -  - - -

The case itself had been fairly straight forward and it wasn’t difficult to profile the killer. They found him relatively quickly. The arrest, however, hadn’t gone so well.

The unsub was a man by the name of Carter Wells, who apparently had a brunette ex-wife that left him. He couldn’t handle the rejection and had been torturing and killing women who looked just like her for months at this point. There was another girl who had gone missing that fit his preferences exactly, so the team was desperately hoping she would still be alive when they found him. 

Reid hadn’t wanted you to go. He said that the rest of the team could handle it and that you should stay at the station. You nearly laughed, until you saw he was serious. 

“I appreciate the concern, but that’s not happening. I’ll be fine, really.” You assured him.

“You don’t know that.”

“Okay, you’re right I guess, but-” you start.

“I’m always right.” he states matter-of-factly

“I wasn’t finished, Spence. You’re right, I don’t know that. But I do know that I’ll be wearing a vest, I’ll have my gun, and that everyone excluding JJ and Rossi will be there. Are you suggesting that you don’t have my back?” you say facetiously.

“No that’s not what I’m saying at all I just mean that-” 

“I’m glad you care, my friend, but I hope you trust me enough to do my job. I’m going with you.”

“y/n, you’re his exact type. You don’t think that will trigger him or cause any potential danger to you?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Reid, it’ll be fine, stop worrying so much.” You give him a patronizing look, turning to walk away.

You hear him sigh in defeat. “I can’t help but worry when it comes to you.” He admits, saying it so softly you don’t think you heard him correctly. 

You turn back around to face him. On his face was an expression of such tenderness and concern you almost pinched yourself. Your heart fluttered in your chest in response.

Easy tiger, you think to yourself. He’s just showing concern for a friend.

Still, you stepped forward and placed a hand on his arm. 

“Hey, it’ll be okay. I promise. I’ll be careful and we’ll be on our way back home tonight.” you said, trying to give a look that seems reassuring rather than amorous.

He places his hand on top of your own and smiles. “I’m sure it will. Be safe, alright?” he requests.

“Two way street, my friend. You better be careful too.” You replied.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -  - - -

“Carter Wells, open up! FBI!” Morgan shouted at the door.

To no one’s surprise, the door remains shut.

“Reid and y/l/n, check the back,” Hotch says to you two. “Prentiss and I will look through the yard. Morgan, you know what to do if no one answers.” He gives Morgan, Prentiss, and the officers a nod as the two of you start making your way to the back door.

As you turned the corner around the house you heard the familiar sound of a door being kicked in. 

You knew it was now or never. If the unsub was home it was only a matter of time before he heard the swarm of FBI agents in his house. 

“Spence, there’s a stairwell on the south side of the house. It could lead to a separate basement.” You said. 

He gave you a confirming nod before giving you the go-ahead. “You lead, I’ve got your back.”

You eased your way down the stairwell, heart pounding as you gave the rusty door a kick. 

It swung open easily. 

You were beginning to feel nauseous. Something was off. But what?

You stepped into the dark basement, finding it unfinished. Cement floors, electrical wiring, and wooden beams were all you could see. 

Except for down the hall.

A small light from a singular lightbulb tried its best to illuminate the dark space. You gripped your gun tighter, walking towards the light. You heard Morgan and the others upstairs, but it was eerily quiet as Spencer followed you down the hallway.

As the light grew closer, you saw the glint of power tools and knives lying haphazardly on the floor. You grimaced as you saw the blood that coated them, not daring to imagine what had happened in this room.

You turn the corner into the room where the light was shining, nudging the door open slightly, and there she was. The most recent missing woman was tied to a table in the middle of the room, eyes blown wide from shock and fear.

She heard you step into the room, and her head jerked to your direction.

“No! He’s-” She tried to say.

A figure came from behind the door and kicked the back of your knees. Your legs gave out as your gun slipped from your hands. Strong arms came around your neck and shoulders, a knife now held to your throat.

He dragged you against the back wall as Reid pointed his gun at him, hands shaking.

“So now you’re back? Now I’m enough for you?” he yelled into your ear. “Now that I’m important enough and everyone is talking about me you come crawling back?” 

Still in shock, you tried to make sense of what was happening.

“You-you were always important,” you stutter meekly, growing lightheaded as his grip tightened. You struggled against him, but you couldn’t quite break free. The tip of the knife pricked your throat and you felt the smallest trickle of blood run down your neck. 

“You don’t think that, Jenny. You’ve never, never thought that. I loved you! I gave you everything and when that wasn’t enough you left.“ His words were somewhere between sobs and screams. He was in hysterics, thinking you were the wife who had rejected him.

“Carter this is not your wife,” Spencer said, “She’s gone. A-and you’ll never get her back. I know she hurt you, but you can’t keep doing this.” He looked  desperate, but the genius found his mind empty. He didn’t know what to do or what to say. 

“Jenny meant to hurt me. She wanted me to know that I was nothing without her. Now look at me! I don’t need her, I’ve met other women. Done other things.” He wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular at this point and you knew he was trying to convince himself that he was better off than he had been with this woman, despite the heinous things he had done. You felt sick to your stomach at what "other things” he meant.

  An idea came to mind.

“You have done other things,” you heard yourself say, “So many things that I’ve never done. I’m so proud of you. I-I know, I know that I don’t deserve you, Carter, but I came back.” Reid looks at you like you’ve lost your mind. Honestly, you may have at this point. You doubt anyone would blame you, given the circumstances.

You feel Carter’s grip on you loosen slightly, slight sobs rumbling in his chest behind you. The knife lowers a few inches and you can breathe a little more normally.

“I- I love you. I love you so much.“ you stopped, realizing what you were saying. "I absolutely adore you, Carter. I came back because- because you deserve a woman who knows what you have to offer. You could have any woman you wanted.” You were realizing your words weren’t necessarily for Carter at this point. “I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to recognize it. There’s no one like you, baby, and I want-” 

“NO!” he yelled, gripping you tightly again and rasing the knife to your throat. Too slowly, however, as you were able to duck beneath his arm and roll on the ground toward your own gun. 

Reid’s gun went off and shots were fired as two bullets landed right in Well’s chest. He collapsed to the cement floor, dead.

It was over. 

You were okay.

Maybe not okay, but you were alive. 

You stood up, shaking, yelling for Hotch and a medic. The girl on the table was completely silent despite what just happened, eyes open wide and no doubt traumatized from what she just witnessed. You had started untying herwhen Reid grabbed your arm and pulled you into the hallway.

“What the hell was that?” he said, trying his best to keep his voice down.

“What do you mean ‘what the hell was that?’” You replied incredulously.

“I told you it wasn’t a good idea to come! He thought you were his wife, you could’ve been killed. You entertained his delusions?” 

“I did what I had to.” you retort, yanking your arm from his grip. “I’m alive and so is that girl we just saved. Shouldn’t that be all that matters? What is with you today, Spence?” You wished he wasn’t so angry. What you needed was a hug, but instead you were being met with reprimand and anger? 

“I’m trying to help you! I want to make sure you don’t die on me and your recklessness isn’t making it easy.” He no longer cared about keeping his voice down, apparently, as he was shouting at you at this point.

“Who said I want your help?” you shot back, frustrated.

He blanched, and you immediately regretted what you said. This was your best friend and the man whom you had just tried to profess your love for via crisis negotiation, and here you were saying you didn’t care that helped you?

“Wait, Spence, I didn’t mean that I’m sorry I-” 

Feet pounded down the stairs as the basement was flooded with officers and agents. It would be impossible to continue having a private conversation now. Hotch approached you both, noticing the grim expressions you both had and the dried blood still on your throat. “Are you okay? What happened?” he inquired.

Reid shook his head, looking at you with such sadness yet frustration. “Have y/n explain it to you sir, she could tell you more about it than I could.” He gave you another sad glance and then turned around and walked away, leaving you to deal with the aftermath of what just happened.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -  - - -

Reid didn’t like feeling empty-headed. It was a foreign concept to him as he seemed to always have something to say or a factoid to explain or a stat to share. Not that anyone cared, most of the time. Well, no one but you.

It was ironic, the only person with whom he felt so open with was also the person that made him lose his train of thought the most. 

He had known he had feelings for you for a long time, but he didn’t dare tell you. You were his dearest friend, and he couldn’t possibly imagine ruining what you had already. 

Although, he did imagine it. Far more often than he liked to admit.

It was one thing to love someone and to have deep affection for them. It was another thing entirely to be devoted to that person and hold them dearer than anyone else. It mean adoring someone completely and wholeheartedly. Reid loved Morgan. He adored you. It was different. 

The words you had said rang in his ears. Did you mean them? Or were they just to placate Wells? You was looking at him when you said them, and his heart had nearly broken at the thought that this might be the first and only time you would tell him you loved him. 

But did you love him? How was he supposed to know what kind of love you even meant?

The problem with him going empty-headed was that when his thoughts came back, there were too many of them rushing at far too fast a pace for him to be able to rationally handle them. Hence the reason he said “what the hell was that” instead “I love you and I’m so glad you’re okay.”

He groaned internally. It was going to be a long flight.

- - -

Your previous statement was right. You did end up going home that night, but instead of it being a happy matter that you had caught another killer and brought peace to the victim’s families, it was spent in bitter confusion as you and Spencer sat on opposite ends of the jet, avoiding all eye contact and conversation. 

Why were things so hard right now? There had been dangerous cases like this before, but why now did he get so protective?

Although the plane ride seemed eternal, you eventually made it back to Quantico. It was the middle of the night, and the elevator ride up to the BAU made everyone doze. You closed your eyes and leaned against the back of the elevator and sighed. After a deep breath, you opened your eyes and looked around only to find Spencer staring right at you. You quickly dropped your gaze and saw him do the same as the elevator doors opened and the team went to the bullpen to drop off some files and paperwork before heading home for some much needed rest. 

Except, oh no. It was dark. Spencer always walked you to your car when it was dark. Would tonight be an exception? You gathered your things and found your keys, prepping to make the long and dark walk to your car in the parking garage, when he approached your desk.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah, just one sec.” You said, surprised. You pick up your purse and go-bag and start walking towards the elevator. He follows.

He walks with you silently, side by side. From the elevator ride, to the walk to through the library, to the echoing steps of the parking garage. When you get to your car, you take a deep breath and turn towards him. “Look, Spence, I-”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He said simply.

“Oh. Okay then. Well, goodnight. Drive safe.” You say dejectedly.

“You too, y/n.”

You drove home silently, unsure of what to do next.

- - -

That was a few days back. You two were slowly easing back into your friendship, but things just weren’t the same. You were so worried you had offended him too deeply and that you had been too reckless for him to respect you anymore.

But how you missed him. You missed working with him and joking with him and just being with him all the time. You were usually together every night, too, but you hadn’t seen him outside the BAU since the case. Maybe you needed to move on. Maybe you could be alright if you just moved on from this ever confusing friendship and started something new.

You were still sitting in a saddle stretch trying to loosen up from your run, too deep in thought to have moved off the living room floor.

How long had you been sitting there? You didn’t know. 

You took a deep breath as you stood up, deciding that you needed to get a move on. Get a move-on with your feelings, with your day, with your friendship. You weren’t sure. But if you knew one thing, you knew that the best way to shake it out was with a terribly uncoordinated dance party.

You grabbed your phone and picked the first song you saw. “Alright, Cool, Whatever,” by The Happy Fits. 

Okay, why not. You turn your earbuds up as loud as you can stand and start to dance. You’ve never been a good dancer, and it was honestly more therapeutic than it was artistic. Throwing all your cares about your neighbors, you start belting the lyrics and dancing even more dorkily around your apartment.

After you leave, I’ll be so alright, it’s true

It’s not like I’ve got something grand to say to you

Like, "You’ll be the only ever one”

Like the only ever ones who came before

How could I ever be so dumb

To believe I’d be the one you would adore?

Well those lyrics certainly hit close to home. Spencer cared about you, of course. You were his friend. But you wanted him to do more than care. You wanted him to absolutely adore you the way you adored him. 

too much thinking, you thought.

You keep singing, feeling the tension leave your shoulders as you take your hair down from its sweaty ponytail and jump around the living room. 

I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you

I wanna be barely hanging on

I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you

I wanna be barely hanging on

I wanna be with you all of the time

I wanna be loved by you every night

I wanna be dancing, dreaming

Bawling and weeping over you all of my life

Dancing and dreaming now, bawling and weeping later. Sounds like a good schedule. 

 No, you think. Not right now. You need to be able to forget all of this. Cleanse yourself from aaaaaall the crazy lady in that head of yours.

Your headphones were so loud and you were so in your head that you didn’t hear the door to your apartment open, Nor did you see someone walking into your living room.

You were a sight to behold, that’s for sure. Still in your running clothes, glowing from exertion, sweaty beyond belief. Looking both breathtaking and mortifyingly uncoordinated as you danced like a complete idiot. 

You were dancing like nobody was watching because as far as you were concerned no one was watching. It wasn’t until a light tap on your shoulders brought you back to your senses and you spin around with an arm outstretched, swinging to hit your attacker. 

Your “attacker” catches your wrist in his hand easily and gives you a look that says “seriously?”

“SPENCE!” you practically shout. “Oh my goodness you scared the life out of me!” you say, panting.

He releases your arm. “And you scared me. I called you three times and you didn’t answer. I was worried.” 

You take your earbuds out, placing them on the table beside the couch. You frown. “Really? Well that’s weird.”

You grab your phone and after a quick check smack your forehead. “Ohhh. I’m so sorry. I run more miles on Saturday so I usually have my phone on ‘do not disturb.’ I haven’t been home very long and I forgot to turn it off.” You plop down on the couch. He remains standing above you. You feel starkly underdressed in your workout attire as he looks down at you in slacks and a dress shirt, a cardigan loosely hanging from his shoulders. 

You’ve never seen a man under 80 wear a cardigan until Spencer Reid. You’ve also never seen a man pull off a cardigan until Spencer Reid either. Although you wouldn’t mind pulling off that cardigan yourself…

“That’s okay.” His voice snaps you back into reality.” I get it. it happens. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. Thanks for the spare key, by the way.” his face breaks out into a begrudging smile. “You’re quite the dancer, aren’t you?”

You feel your face flush. “I’m not trying to be a good dancer, dude. it’s more therapeutic than anything else.” you say, trying and failing to hide your embarrassment.

“Therapeutic? Why do you need to… dance therapeutically?” He says it as if he’s embarrassed for you.

“For uh, lots of things. This past case was pretty stressful and it’s been weighing kind of heavy on me.” You admit. You weren’t technically lying, were you?

“Oh. Yeah I understand that.” He replies, looking down to his feet. Why does he sound disappointed?

“And..” you start.

“And what?” He says, his head popping back up to meet your eyes. You couldn’t quite pinpoint his expression. 

“I’ve just felt so bad about how things ended in Denver. I didn’t mean to worry you and I always value your help. You’re only trying to be a good friend and I was being stubborn. I’m so so so sorry Spence.” It all came out in what felt like one breath. So much for subtlety.

He shakes his head as he gives you a soft smile. Why did he feel so far away? “I forgive you. I’m sorry I yelled. There was no reason for me to be so angry. I’m just so glad you’re okay.” He says quietly.

The silence was awkward. Things should be fine. You had apologized, You friendship seemingly salvaged. Why did it feel like something was missing? 

“Spencer, I-” You begin.

“What song were you listening to?” He asks abruptly. 

“Oh,” You say, surprised. “It’s by a band called The Happy Fits. I like their music.” You reply awkwardly.

“Nice.” is all he says, staring at the wall behind your head. 

 “Do you- do you want to listen to it?” You say, grabbing your earbuds and offering him one. He is still standing above you on the couch. What is going on in that genius head of his?

“…Sure. Why not?” He slips it into his ears as you press play. 

You both listen silently. 

You never knew silence could feel so… stiff. Spencer was listening intently from his expression, but his eyes were glued to the wall behind you, very clearly avoiding eye contact. 

You get halfway through the first verse before you decide that you can’t take it anymore. You sit up from the couch, grab Spencer’s hand, and resume what could only be labeled as the most cringeworthy dance session possible.

Terrible dancing really is so much more fun with a partner, and while Spencer is uncomfortable with what is happening at first, he soon is dancing even more enthusiastically than you are. 

You laugh as he spins you, happy things can be fine, even if it’s just for a moment. Even if it’s just right now. You wouldn’t mind staying here forever with him, dancing with you and not a care in the world.

The chorus comes on for the second time, and while Spencer doesn’t know the words, you are more than happy to belt them all the louder. 

I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you

I wanna be barely hanging on

I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you

I wanna be barely hanging on

I wanna be with you all of the time

I wanna be loved by you every night

I wanna be dancing, dreaming

Bawling and weeping over you all of my life

You sing off-key but with all the gusto you can manage, meaning every single word you say to your clumsy partner. In fact, you’re still singing when Spencer wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to him. Your hands rest on his chest as his arms come to grip your elbows. You stop singing, gasping slightly. 

He looks you right in the face with a look you can’t quite discern. 

“Do you mean that?” He asks softly.

“WHAT?” You shout, the music still blaring in your ear.

He yanks the earbuds from your ear and then from his, shoving them in his pockets. It’s quiet now. Too quiet. You wonder if he can hear how hard your heart is pounding.

You swallow. Are you out of breath from the dancing or from how close he is to you?

“What?” You say again, much quieter.

“Do you mean that?” he repeats.

“Do I mean-” you begin

“Do you mean that you want to be with me?” He says, a look of hope now clearly painted in his face. “Do you want to be with me, like,” he gestures to the two of you. “this.” 

“I-I don’t understand.” You say, confused as to what “this” meant, a little too hopeful that “this” meant everything you wanted but had never been brave enough to consider.

“Why can’t you- I can’t- Just- why do you make my life so hard?” He says, clearly frustrated. He lets go of you, taking a step back and running a hand through his hair. “Do you know why I was so angry with you back in Denver?”

“Because I was reckless and didn’t use my head-” You try.

“No, no. I was furious because I thought I was going to lose you. I thought you were maybe trying to tell me something and I could think about what that you were going to die and I was never going to be able to tell you-” He stops. Hesitation creeping into his voice. His gaze into your eyes breaks and he looks over your shoulder.

“Tell me what, Spence?” You ask gently. Despite the nervousness you feel, you take a step forward, raising a hand up to gently grab his chin and bring him back to look at you.

He looks in your eyes again. There it is, that same look of tenderness and concern that was there in the station when he was so worried about you. 

His gaze drops to your lips, and you feel your heart drop into your stomach. He takes a deep breath and leans in, kissing you.

If you had known what kissing Spencer would be like, you would have done it long before this. It was passionate and hungry and achingly sweet. His lips moved over yours as your hands reached up to wrap around his neck. His arms pulled you in closer as they wrapped around your waist, and you felt him hum blissfully against your lips.

After what could have been an eternity or a few seconds, You break apart. 

You open your eyes, blinking a few times as you try to comprehend what just happened. “So that’s what you wanted to tell me” 

He laughs softly, pressing another small kiss to your lips. “Yes, that is exactly what I meant.”

“Good. I meant it too,” you say shyly. “You were right, you know.”

“I always am, but what about?” He jokes.

“That day in Denver. I didn’t plan to tell you. I don’t know what came over me, but I didn’t know what the end result would be with the unsub and I just knew that I had to tell you, no matter what happened.” You say.

“I was worried you were just negotiating and that I was reading too much into what you said. I was so scared something was going to go wrong and that I wouldn’t know for sure.”

“Well,” you say, smiling. “Now you know.”

“Hmm, and what is it that I know?” He says, teasing. 

“You know, Spencer Reid, that I-” you press a kiss to his lips.

 “love-” 

another kiss

“you.” 

a final kiss for good measure.  “I’m sorry it took a murderer and a near death experience for me to say it.” 

He laughs. “Yeah that was not an ideal situation for that conversation. Let’s not make that a habit.” He hugs you close, kissing the top of your head. “I love you too, darling girl. I adore you. I adore absolutely everything about you. I always have.”

“Everything?” you mumble into his chest.

“Everything.” 

You hug him a little tighter, a warmth spreading through your chest that you knew wasn’t just from the post-run endorphins. 

I adore you sounds even better than I love you, you decided.

You sit in your embrace for a moment until-

“Spencer, I have another confession.” You say quietly.

“Yes?” He replies.

“You are a disgraceful dancer.” 

He gasps in mock indignation, pulling away until you’re at arm’s length. “Me, disgraceful? Have you seen yourself dance? You look like you’re being possessed!”

It was your turn to gasp. “I do not!” You playfully smack his shoulder.

“Yes you do.”

“No I don’t!”

“Oh you absolutely do.” 

“I do not dance like-” you stop and take a deep breath. “Well then.” 

“’Well then’ what?” he prods.

“If we’re both such bad dancers, I guess we’ll just have to dance a different way.” You suggest.

He raises an eyebrow. “What way?”

You silently reach your hands in his pocket and pull out the earbuds, placing one in your ear as he places one in his. You retrieve your phone from the couch and pick a song that’s slow and melodic.

“Slow.” You say with a smile.

You tuck the phone into the waistband of your leggings as you guide Spencer’s arms around your waist, your own wrapping around his neck. He returned your smile with a look so full of adoration your heart could’ve burst. 

“Hey y/n.”

“Yes, Spence.”

“I even adore your bad dancing.”

You give him another playful punch on the shoulder as you shake your head, smiling softly.

He holds you close as you sway in the living room. Here you were, dancing with the one you love, your very best friend, and the man you adore. 

Who adores you too. :)