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?
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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. :)
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cosmically connected
overview: spencer has a sudden realization after having a conversation with you
genre: F L U F F
a/n: i just think this one is super cute hehe also it takes place like at the end of the work day and half the team has already gone home lmao
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"you really don't believe in soulmates?" Garcia pressed on.
"I'm a man of science! and science says no" Reid retorted.
"actually, science man, science says yes," you butted in, as you stopped packing up your things, pushing yourself off your desk in your spinnie chair to be nearer to them.
Reid turned in his chair to see the newcomer, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding when you smiled at him.
"is that so?" he teased, cocking an eyebrow.
you loved when you had a bit of attitude with each other. a cocky side of Spencer wasn't a common occurrence, so when it appeared you felt your cheeks grow red.
"oh! y/n you told me about this the other day! i said you sounded just like boy genius remember!" Garcia giggled, shaking her hands in excitement.
"yeah i remember." you laughed.
"can you tell me!" Reid feigned exasperation as he grew inpatient.
"relax! I'm about to!" you chuckled before continuing. "basically, when the big bang, or whatever caused the creation of the universe happened, there was all sorts of molecules and space dust that was together at one point that broke apart. do you agree?"
"yes." he answered cautiously.
"and in the whole universe is made of those particles?"
"mhm."
"im gonna stop calling them particles because i hate that word so im saying space dust. but in that case, humans are made of said space dust?"
"hmm... yeah thats correct."
"so two people could be made of the same space dust that was once whole?"
"i-yeah i guess you could say that."
"in that case, these two are cosmically connected then. bound together from the beginning by the beginning. in other words:" you wiggled your fingers as some sort of tiny 'ta-da' for dramatic effect, "soulmates!"
Spencer's mouth opened. and then closed. and then opened again, but then closed back up.
"he's speechless! you left the resident genius speechless! and you proved him wrong!" Garcia chirped, flashing and award winning smile to you.
you looked at Spencer, watching the wheels turn in his head. never in your life had you met a person quite like him. you loved watching him just exist, everything he did brought a blush to your cheeks. your felt embarrassed to crush so hard on a coworker, but you were convinced he didn't feel the same so it didn't really matter. you enjoyed adoring him from afar if it meant you could at least be his friend.
"i cant believe it." he stated simply, looking into your eyes and feeling as though he'd been electrocuted. in a good way.
you giggled looking down for a moment, afraid to keep eye contact for too long.
"what do you say braniac? did i convince you?" you asked, looking back up to meet his gaze.
the way you looked at him, Spencer was sure he would melt. you gave him a sly smile as you awaited a response, and he felt his heart rate quicken. every moment the two of you had ever shared together flashed through his mind and he was hit with a sudden realization.
"soulmates are real." he confirmed, cracking a goofy smile.
but he didn't come to that conclusion because of your scientific explanation.
it was because in that moment, he was sure he had found his soulmate. you.
"yes!" you exclaimed and interrupted his thoughts, spinning around in your chair and tapping excitedly on his desk.
"science said soulmates! science said soulmates!" Garcia said in a sing song voice, pushing you around the bullpen in her office chair.
Spencer couldn't help but laugh as he watched the scene unfold before him.
"when are you going to tell her?" morgan asked, clapping the younger boy lightly on the shoulder.
"i dont know. never? and maybe not even then." he responded much too quickly, feeling embarrassed at his crush.
"come on man! you're a profiler you gotta know shes into you!"
"except for the part where she isnt."
"i cant wait to say i told you so."
"youll be waiting a while."
"ah but not forever, pretty boy. not forever!" morgan laughed before walking out of the bullpen with garcia.
Reid scoffed lightly and rolled his eyes, though a smile tugged at his lips at the idea of you liking him back.
"aw man!" you cursed at you phone, after standing up from your desk with your bag in your hand.
"whats wrong?" he inquired, hands gripping his satchel as he walked through the now nearly empty bullpen to your desk.
"my friends had to cancel plans," you sighed, setting your phone down.
"oh im sorry. is there anything i can do?" he asked politely, making your heart flutter as you walked towards the elevators.
"no not really, i just need to figure out what to do with all the cookies i baked them." you joked, trying to bring light to your slowly dimming mood.
"i can help you eat them. we could watch a movie, or i could read to you." he offered, cheeks glowing a soft red under the streetlight.
"i think that sounds perfect," you smiled, a sudden flush filling your chest. "you wanna just ride with me?" you offered, opening your car door.
"yeah sure." he agreed, smiling softly.
"so," you began as you pulled out of the parking lot.
"so," he chuckled.
"do you really believe in soulmates now?" you asked, curious on how you were able to convince him so quickly.
his heart thumped wildly in his chest, "yes. i think ive met mine."
you felt your face fall but only for a second, forcing yourself to be happy for him, "aww, whats her name."
"y/n." he answered, nearly causing you to crash the car.
you swerved to the edge of the road and pulled over.
"what?" you questioned, breathless from the sudden news.
"i said her name name is y/n." he said nervously.
"im so glad you said that because im positive mine is named spencer." you smiled, feeling a sort of warmth spread through your body that you had never felt before.
he smiled a wide, goofy grin before placing a soft kiss to your lips which you gladly returned.
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