spencer reid fic where reader just adores spencers glasses and they kiss and she like pushes his glasses up cuz they like slipped down his nose and its like ughdjskskkxksksdm YKWIM. (s2.)
Free Treasure — Spencer Reid.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Summary: You love his glasses. Maybe even more than him. Though, he doesn’t seem to find it odd at all.
Word Count: 460+
Disclaimer/s — Fluff, again. I LOVED THIS REQUEST.
A/N: This makes me sick. Reader finding out he wears glasses is a flashback, the ‘…’ means #flashbackover! When it starts I think is self-explanatory, but let me know…
You were convinced nothing was better than this.
It was one of those perfect days where you and your boyfriend could savor every moment with one another, from morning to night. After you insisted that he deserved at least one day off to relax, he finally relented and agreed.
So, there you both were, nestled on the couch. Your hands were tangled in his hair while his gently cupped your face. Your lips met in a kiss that was tender and so, so incredibly soft. You melted the very moment you saw him lean in.
Pulling back to catch your breath, your gaze scans over his face. A smile graces your lips at the sight of his glasses.
The first time he wore them, you were caught by surprise, to say the least. Your expression had dropped, and he noticed right away, furrowing his eyebrows and asking, “What? Are you okay?”
“Glasses,” you mumbled, “You have glasses?”
His face reddened and he nodded, “Oh, yeah. Do you… do you not like them?”
Walking toward him, you lift your hands to his jaw, tilting his head to examine him and his frames from every angle. “You look so cute!”
“Cute?” The man replied, his voice raising an octave. “Why ‘cute’?”
“Because,” you hummed, offering no further explanation as you continued to gaze at him with a smile that he had come to love, knowing it was a special expression reserved solely for him.
He realized that being called 'cute' by you no longer mattered to him.
…
You snapped out of your daze when he whispered your name, making you hum in response. “Are you okay?” He questioned, “You’re distracted.”
“Have I ever told you how much I love when you wear your glasses? You should wear them more often. Why don’t you wear them more often?”
Spencer shrugs his shoulders, “I don’t know, I don’t actually have to wear them. I prefer my contacts. They’re less annoying to put up with.”
“Right, right,” you drawled. His eyebrows pinched together, as if trying to decipher your tone.
“You’re doing it again.”
With a small laugh, you thread your fingers through his hair once more prior to speaking, “Doing what, Spencer? Looking at you?”
“Well—I… yeah.”
Your eyes linger on his, drifting down to his lips before finally resting on his glasses, which have slipped down the bridge of his nose. With a tender touch, you push them back up. Just as he starts to speak, you silence him with a soft, lingering kiss, cutting him and his words off.
It doesn’t stop him from returning it, though.
Perhaps he will wear his glasses more often.
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