#soencer reid x fem!reader

[michelle-is-writing]

Doubt, Spencer Reid

Word Count: 1k~

I've noticed Spencer avoiding me lately and looking rather sad. He doesn't reject me when I give him attention, but its almost as if he never returns the favor. I commonly see him reading a book for a few minutes before losing focus or interest in the work of literature and putting it down with a sigh. It's unusual for Spencer to lose interest in something so quickly, and it's strange for Spencer to not talk to me as much as he usually would.

After returning from a day of work at the BAU, Spencer does what he usually does and places his bag beside the door along with his shoes before stripping off his coat and hanging it up. Walking over to me, he plops down on the couch beside me and plops his head beside my legs. Happy to see him, I smile at down him, moving my hand to lightly drag my finger across his cheek. He doesn't smile at this, but he doesn't pull away from my touch either. This is my moment to ask him.

"Spence, baby," I say his name, causing him to glance up at me. "Are you okay?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows. "You haven't been your usual self, and I'm kind of worried."

Staring up at me, Spencer stays quiet for several seconds before sighing and answering me. "I'm okay, yes," he answers, sitting up. "I've just... I've just had a few things on my mind lately," With his back facing me, I move closer to him before wrapping my arms around him and pulling him into me, his head laying back on my shoulder.

"Then tell me," I say to him, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "Tell me what's on your mind."

Spencer shakes his head in a way that says he doesn't think it's a big deal; we've been dating for so long that we know what each other's movements mean. I know when he purses his lips and shakes his head that he doesn't think something is a big deal. I also know that when Spencer's eyes stare straight ahead instead of meeting mine that he's afraid to tell me something, or he's a bit hesitant in what he's about to say. Even though he's doing all of these, I don't stop asking him until he finally sighs and begins to speak, his voice low.

"I'm not good enough for you," Spencer tells me, making me a little confused. "I can't do a lot of things with you like travel or take you on planned dates without stupid work cutting in," he sighs, closing his eyes. "Besides, I'm never home with you for more than two or three days. Not to mention I'm socially awkward and I sometimes don't know what to say... sometimes, all I can think about is how you're too good for me, and you deserve someone so, so much better."

After hearing his confession, I don't know what to say. I wait a few moments to respond as I slowly process through everything Spence just admitted. I never knew he thought this way, but now it all makes sense. The way he's avoided me for the past few days... the way he constantly apologizes for silly mistakes even though it's not that big of a deal... it all pieces together now.

"I wish you wouldn't say such lies," I finally answer him, placing my hand on the side of his face. Turning him toward me, I push my lips against his, smiling as he kisses back before pulling me into his lap and close to his chest. It's moments like these that I live for, that I dream about. I crave these moments day and night, and when they happen, nothing around me matters. All that matters is my lips on Spencer's, and his heart beating against my own.

Pulling away from the kiss, I rub my thumb against his cheek before finishing my sentence. "But you're all that I've ever wanted in my life," I continue, sighing blissfully while tears come to my eyes. "And if I'm being honest, you're perfect for me. I know that sounds selfish, but-"

Before I can keep on, Spencer's lips reattach themselves to mine again before his hands find their way into my hair. With Spencer finally making the move to kiss me after what feels like forever, I tearfully smile and wrap my arms around his neck, linking my hands together. Soon, we're both lying down on the couch with my body beneath Spencer's own perfect body.

Pulling away to breathe, Spencer smiles softly and sweetly at me, the entire room lighting up as he does so. "You're perfect for me too," He confesses, his voice gentle and calm. "I can't live without you. If you'll have me, I-I'd like to marry you one day," Spencer further concludes, making my eyes widen as everything around me comes to a halt.

"Are you asking me to marry you?" I ask, staring up at him with wide eyes. In response, Spencer gently smiles and nods.

"I don't want it to seem like this is a split-second decision I'll regret later because it isn't, and I know I'll never regret this," He begins, taking my hand in his. "But this feels so right. When thinking about being with you for the rest of my life, I thought maybe you wouldn't want me, but now... it just seems like the perfect moment to do this,"

Leaning back down, Spencer's lips hover over mine as he continues, my full name falling from his lips as I smile with tears in my eyes once again. "If you'll let me, I'd like to make you (Y/n) (M/n) Reid instead," he confesses, smiling. "The only thing I'd ever want to change about you is your last name," his comment makes me giggle before leaning up and attaching my lips to his, holding him closer once more.

"Yes, Spencer," I answer him, pulling back to stare into his beautiful hazelnut orbs. "A million times yes," I add, placing my hands on the sides of his face before kissing him again, my fingers running against the light stubble of his cheeks as his hands find their way to my waist. Once again, my lips are on Spencer's, and our hearts are beating against each other's, although this time, it feels as if our heartbeats are one in the same.

[holly-the-trash-writer]

There's No Place Like Home

Soencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Summary: The tornado was coming closer and closer to the team. You and Spencer were too far away from the bunker. That is until you spot a large pipe and get an idea from a certain movie. (S7Ep7)

Word Count: 1,240

A/N: This has been a WIP for years, so I just wanted to post it.

Morgan and J.J grabbed Shaun off the ground and ran back towards the tornado bunker with the other officers while you and Spencer ran towards Travis.  

“Travis! Stop!” You yelled into the storm; you could barely hear yourself think because the wind was so loud.  

“We can’t help him. Y/n, he’s gone! Come on!”  

The lightening flashed and the two of you were stuck in place as you watched the tornado pick Travis off the ground and he was swept into the deadly wind.  

You always remembered a saying, if a tornado isn’t moving then that means it’s headed straight for you. You and Spencer were so close that you saw the swirls of wind catch trees and fences and rip them into the air.  

“Oh, oh God.”  

You felt Spencer’s fingers capture your wrist as tightly as he could manage, “Y/n, run!”  

The two of you turned and began sprinting back to where the bunker was.  

There was only one problem, the bunker was a lot further away than they had thought it.  

You weren’t going to make it.  

Looking around, you spotted a large water pipe nearby that was sticking out of the ground in an arch shape. A completely crazy idea filled your brain, so you pull on Spencer’s hand, jerking him to the left.  

“What are you doing?” he yells over the storm.  

You drop down on the ground next to the arched pipe, “I saw this in a movie once! These kinds of pipes run far underground.” You explained as you took out your handcuffs and placed on cuff around the pipe and cuffed the other tight on your wrist.  

Spencer’s eyes widened, “A movie?! Do you know how inaccurate that is?!” He screamed back at you.  

“Spencer! There is an F2 tornado right behind you, and we aren’t going to make it to the bunker! Now cuff yourself to this pipe or so help me that will be the least of your worries!”  

He shook his head in disbelief, ready to argue with you but a bright lightning strike made him quickly take out his own cuffs, cuffing his left hand to the pipe and ducking underneath the pipe to kneel beside you.  

This plan was definitely not the safest and could go horribly wrong so fast. Spencer knew this and wrapped his arm around the pipe and grabbed onto your own cuffed hand, “I love you!” your hair was whipping him in the face, it looked like you were underwater and your eyes were squinted due to the force of the wind.  

You squeezed his hand back, “I love you too!” you brushed your hair out of your eyes to properly look at your boyfriend. His hair was going in every direction, his face expression serious and scared, but his eyes never left yours.  

“Don’t let go! And, Y/n, if we die, I’m gonna kill you!”  

“Shut up and close your eyes!” you screamed back as you curled tightly into his side.  

There will be all kinds of everything rolling around inside that thing; glass, trees, animals, mobile homes or maybe full Dorothy and there’s a house floating around in there.  

They were hoping that their vests would protect their bodies from a lot of the debris, keeping their eyes closed so nothing gets in their eyes and, in your case, pray that Bill Paxton was right.  

“Try to keep your breathing normal! This thing will be a vacuum!” Spencer shouted at you and you nodded back, not even sure if he saw it or not.  

Within seconds the edge of the tornado engulfed them.  

At first it was just extremely strong wind, trying to slide them across the ground in its path.  

That was until you felt the wind get stronger and your legs started to lift off the ground. Your heart skipped a beat as your whole body lifted off the ground leaving you suspended in the air.  

“Spencer!” you shrieked.  

Spencer wanted so badly to help you but he couldn’t because he was quickly swept off of the ground as well.  

They shut their eyes tight as the wind picked them up and up and up until the two were vertical in the air, the tornado trying to pull them into its dark embrace.  

They grabbed onto the pipe with everything they had, lightening was flashing all around them, pieces of glass were cutting into their faces and hands.  

You were gripping the pipe for dear life, but it wasn’t enough. The tornado was pulling and pulling you to the point where your arm started to hurt from being around the pipe.  

Your grip was slipping.  

“Don’t you dare!” Spencer screamed at you. He could feel your fingers dragging away from his own. 

“Spencer!” your fingers slipped off the pipe and you screamed as you were being sucked into the tornado but the short chain on the handcuffs stayed linked and the metal cut into your wrist as it tried to keep you on the ground. 

Spencer squinted his eyes open. His heart leapt into his throat when he saw you floating around in less protection than he was. Doing his best to keep one arm wrapped around the pipe, he reached out and blindly searched for you. He waves his hand around until he feels his fingers brush against yours. He grabbed your empty cuffed hand and held it tight. 

It wasn’t long, but it felt like a lifetime for you and Spencer for the tornado to pass over you.  

Your surroundings started becoming clearer, and, once out the other side, gravity roughly dumped you ungracefully back down to the ground again. 

The two of you were panting heavily, winded and sore. Sucking in deep breaths. Lying on the ground, but your cuffed arms were in the air, your hands still cemented together in a vice grip.  

Spencer was staring up at the sky in shock.  

You both were just inside a tornado and survived! 

He groaned in pain as he sat up, looking down at you sprawled on the ground. He quickly took out his key and unlocked both of your cuffs, brushing your hair out of your face he cupped your cheek with both of his hands, wiping away the dirt on your cheeks. 

“Y/n? Y/n, sweetheart, talk to me.”  

You groaned and pressed your cheek into his hand, “Owwww.” 

Spencer let out a relieved chuckle, “Hey.”  

You opened your eyes and smiled at him, “We made it.”  

Spencer was so relieved, “Do you know-” 

You closed your eyes, “Ugh, please. Spence, we made it. Can we save the lecture for later?” 

“I was going to say do you know that you are the most amazing woman ever.” He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

“Reid! Y/n!” 

The two turned to see J.J and Morgan sprinting across the field to get to them.  

“Oh my God!” J.J crouched down beside them, “Are you two, okay?”

Morgan looked out into the night at the tornado that was now dissipating, “How did yous survive that?”  

You chuckled, dusted yourself off, and accepted the hand Morgan offered you to stand up, “I love the movie Twister a little too much.” 

Spencer stood up and wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head as Morgan and J.J. got in contact with the rest of the team. 

“You saved us.” Spencer whispered into your hair. 

[emberfrostlovesloki]

#21 - Ghosted

Gif credit: @toyboxboy​

Prompt: Ghosted - When Garcia and the reader go on a double date and the reader’s date doesn’t show up. The reader gets very drunk and Garcia calls Spencer to come pick her up.

Category: Fluff / comfort 

Content Warning: Unwanted physical contact, language 

A/N: Here we go again. I’m pretty happy with this oneshot. I have made the reader bisexual, however it doesn’t effect the story at all. I hope you enjoy! Please like/reblog

List with all stories

Word Count: 5k

_y/n_ = your name

_y/l/n_ = your last name

_f/c_ = your favorite color

_b/t_ = body type

_y/f/a/d_ = your favorite alcoholic drink 

J.J. and _y/n_ were at the outdoor mall in downtown Washington D.C. As they moved down the walkway that was flanked by store faces on both sides. The blond agent stopped outside of one of the buildings looking at one of the displays in the window. She turned to _y/n_ and asked, “How do you think I look in white?” _Y/n_ didn’t respond, instead she turned to look at Jessica with a blank face. Jareau didn’t see this, because she was looking at the white dress that had made her ask the question in the first place. After a few seconds J.J. realized that she had never received a response and turned to look at _y/n_. When she saw _y/n’s deadpan face she giggled. “What?” J.J. asked, now demanding a response. _Y/l/n_ laughed and finally said, “Jessica you look good in any color. White, black, aquamarine you say it and it will look good on you.” J.J. smiled and smiled and said, “You’re too nice to me. You haven’t seen my high school graduation pictures yet. One look at those, and you’ll change your mind.” _y/n_ sighed and started pulling out her phone, saying “Listen, I have Garcia on speed dial. I’m going to give her a call and have her send those photos, then I’ll get back to you.” “_Y/n_ you’re flattery will get you places,”  Both women laughed and they both decided to go into the ready to wear couture shop. The media liaison found the white dress that she had been looking at outside. Meanwhile _Y/n_ was walking around the edges of the store looking at the items that were marked down. After a half hour J.J. walked up to _y/n_ holding four dresses. “Are you going to try that on?” J.J. asked her question with a tone of disbelief, mainly because _y/n_ had not worn a dress to work, ever. She often wore a suit and slacks. The team even had an inside joke about the time that _y/n_ switched one of her ties with Spencer’s, and he didn’t even notice. _Y/n_ took J.J.’s tone as a challenge and grabbed the _f/c_ dress off the rack and said, “Yes I am.” 

In the dressing rooms _y/n_ asked, is this a dress for work, or something else?” She asked this question because a little bird, Emily, had told her that J.J. was going on a date that Friday. J.J. sighed and replied through the wood that divided the two women, saying, “I have got to stop telling Emily my plans for the weekend. But, to answer your question, yes I’m going on a date on Saturday.” _Y/n_ smiled and casually said, “Hey that’s cool. I haven’t been on a date in ages. So, I’m going to live vicariously through you.” She could hear J.J.’s laugh and the sound of a zipper being pulled up. _Y/n_ stepped out of the door of her dressing room as Jessica stepped out her hers. The dress was stunning on the blond woman. It fit her curved body in just the right places. _Y/n_ looked at the media liaison and said, “Believe me or not, you look amazing.” J.J. smiled at the positive attention and looked at herself in the mirror positioned at the end of the high end dressing room. “Will you tell me about who this mystery man is?” J.J. gave out yet another characteristic sigh and began pulling at the zipper on the dress and going back into her dressing room to try on the next option she had picked out. _Y/n_ also went back into her private room and began to strip to try on the single dress she had picked. “His name is Will and he’s a detective.” _Y/n_ whistled and replied, “That’s impressive. Do you know any more about him?” J.J. had now slipped into her next dress and was looking in the mirror as she replied, “Only that he’s attractive and can actually text a girl without sounding like a creep.” Y/n_ stepped out to look at the mirror too and said, “Well, those are all good qualities in a man.” J.J. was going to respond that Will looked very promising, but was stopped when she saw _y/n_ in the dress she was trying on. The long sleeved top was juxtaposed by a short hemline that accentuated her long legs. The _f/c_ fabric shown in the light, while highlighting your _b/t_body. As the agents left the store each with a dress _y/n_ wished J.J. good luck on the date and walked toward the train station while Jareau walked in the direction she had parked her car. 

It had been three weeks since J.J, date and things had gone really well and the blond agent often spoke of the plans she had for her and her potential baue. While all of this romantic excitement had been in the air Garcia took the chance to try and find a nice man for herself. After a week of searching she had actually found two. With this knowledge the analyst had invited _y/n_ to get a few drinks at her favorite bar. _Y/n_ arrived two minutes late, quickly striding into the artificially neon lit room. As she approached Penelope's table the computer geek stood up and hugged the agent. “Sorry I’m late. I had to take a shower after work.” Garcia smiled and replied, “I’m always at least fifteen minutes late for anything apart from work.” _Y/n_ smirked and said, “Then why did you show up on time for me. Am I a job to you?” Garcia blushed. She knew that _y/n_ had dated both men and women before, and if she was so inclined would have asked _y/n_ out ages ago. Alas women were not her preference. Before Garcia could respond, a nicely dressed waiter approached the pair and asked, “What may I get you to drink tonight ladies?” _Y/n_ answered first with, _y/f/a/d_ and a chai latte with almond milk pleases?” The waiter nodded as he jotted down the order. Then Garcia said, “I’d love a rum and coke with a double shot.” The waiter smiled and said, “I’ll get that right in ladies.” 

As the man walked toward the bar _y/n_ repeated her question saying, “So, am I job to you?” Garcia’s flushed cheeks made the agent laugh. The analyst replied, “You aren’t a job to me. After all who could deny all of this?” Garcia gestured over her face and torso with her hands. _y/n_ smiled and giggled before Garcia continued, “You might however, be a job for a man I met on Hinge.” _Y/n_ looked confused and raised an eyebrow indicating she needed more information. “First of all I can explain everything. Last week while J. J. was gushing over Will I wondered why the hell I wasn’t putting myself out there more. So I downloaded Hinge and set up a profile.” _y/n_ nodded along with the information that Penelope was giving. “After two days I had a ton of requests, and by a ton I mean six.” As she was about to continue the story the waiter returned with their drink. _Y/n_ and Garcia clinked glasses and took a long drink. After this Garcia continued her story by saying, “One of the guys I matched with has been really nice so far. His name is Dillon and I’m going on a date with him in two weeks.” _y/l/n_ thought, ‘That's quite a long time to plan a date in advance.’ Although she didn’t say this thought aloud, she did inquire, “That’s great, but I still don’t see how this is relevant to me?” Garcia quickly replied in a way that indicated that she was already feeling the effects of the alcohol, “I’m getting there. So, one of my other matches was an old friend from CalTach, before I left. His name’s James. He’s new to the area and he’s really looking for new people to meet. He’s really sweet and I was wondering if you would text him?” _Y/n_ almost choked on her latte as Garcia made the proposal. The woman wiped her napkin over her face to clean off any droplet’s that might have escaped her mouth. She looked directly at Garcia and said, “Penelope, you’re seriously asking me to text your old college hookup? I don’t know him.” Garcia held up her hands defensively and said, “I know, I know. But you’re so nice, and you get along with everyone. It doesn’t have to be serious or anything. Just say hello.” Garcia’s voice was so pleasing that _y/n_ couldn’t just straight out refuse. The agent sighed and pulled out a Post-It saying, “What’s his number?” 

An hour later the two agents were probably drunker than they should be. Garcia had dared _y/n_ to text James and she had. Both women made it home safely. The next morning _y/n_ had a stunning headache and a text from a man named James. It took her about twenty minutes to figure out why the hell some random man was in her messages. After her faculties had returned to her _y/n_ cursed Gracia for her bad influence For a moment she considered deleting the text, but realized that would be unkind to James, an unfortunately victim to Penelope's meddling. After a deep breath she grabbed her phone and formulated a response. A week later at work Garcia approached _y/n’s_ desk holding a cup of coffee. The agent that was seated nearly jumped out of her skin when the computer genius tapped her shoulder. Spencer, who sat across from _y/n_ started wheezing with laughter at her response. _Y/n_ turned her glaring glance from Garcia to Reid. The slender agent stood up and approached Spencer. The lanky agent leaned back as she neared him. She gave one of her must stunning smiles and pushed his left shoulder slightly and said, “Spence, I’ve seen you actually jump up in the air when Morgan has surprised you. Therefore you have no right to mock me when I am surprised from behind.” She took away her hand and then approached Garcia with the same glare as before and said, “Walk with me won’t you?” As the duo walked out of the room Spencer lifted his right hand up to his shoulder where _y/n_’s had been a moment ago. 

As soon as the girl’s walked out of the bullpen and into the breakroom they both burst out laughing. _Y/n_ happily accepted Penelope’s peace offering as they sat down to talk. Garcia started the conversation by saying, “I got a text from James saying that he’s had a few nice conversations with you.” _Y/n_ smiled awkwardly, and replied, “Yes, I’ve texted him a few times. He does seem nice. I don’t really think that he’s the type of person I would go out with.” At hearing this Penelope’s face fell. _Y/n_ noticed and asked, “Is something the matter?” Garcia looked down at her hands and then back up at _y/n_ saying, “Well James asked me, if I would ask you to go on a double date with me and Collin next Friday.” Now it was _y/l/n’s_ turn to have her face fall. She bit her lip. Before she could make a comment Penelope said, “I know you may not like him, or even know him that well. But this would be an opportunity for you to just get a better chance for you to know him. It doesn’t have to be a date, date for you two.” _Y/n_ was feeling the same why she had on the night that Garcia gave her Jame’s number. _Y/n_ put her head in her hands and thought, ‘I can’t believe I’m about to do this.’ The woman cleared her throat and looked at her friend with a long-suffering expression and replied, “I’ll go. Just this once. After it’s over I’m going to tell James that he’s a lovely fellow, but not for me.” On hearing this Penelope breathed a sigh of relief and said, “You are the best friend ever _y.n_. How about I pick you up at 9:30?” _Y/n_ realized that at this point she had no say in the matter and agreed. 

Before anyone knew it a week had come and gone. Another gruesome case had been solved and the team was working on the paperwork associated with it. As the clock hands reached 5:00 P.M. Everyone got up quickly, excited for the weekend. Spencer, _y/n_ and Derek reached the elevator at the same time and entered together. _Y/n’s_ phone pinged in her pocket and she saw a text from Garcia that read, I’ll be outside your apartment at 9:30. Would you do me the favor of dressing up. I’m really trying to impress Collin and you're the prettiest person I know.  At reading this _y/n_ groaned. She had honestly forgotten about her commitment to Penelope during all the excitement of the new case. Spencer and Morgan turned to her at the pained sound and Morgan asked, “_Y/n_ are you all right?” While Morgan asked Spencer unconsciously put his hands on _y/n’s_ arms to comfort her. _Y/n_ sighed and quickly looked  from Spencer to Morgan and said, “I’m fine, really. Garcia set me up on a blind-ish date tonight and I’ve completely forgotten about it.” Spencer removed his hands and said, “If you don’t want to go just don’t.” _Y/l/n_ rubbed her eyes and looked up to Reid saying, “It’s more complicated than that. Garcia’s going on a date too. This guy and I are supposed to meet her and her date Collin. You know like a double date. I can’t let her down like that.” The elevator opened and they all stepped out. Spencer was biting his lip, while Morgan said, “You’re a good friend _y/n_. If something happens you can call me and I’ll pick you up.” _Y/n_ turned to Derek, she had almost forgotten that he was there, because she had been looking at Spencer the whole ride down. She gave Derek one of her soft smiles and said, “Thanks Derek. If it’s really unbearable I’ll let you know.” She moved toward the athletic agent and embraced him in a hug, something she didn’t do normally. She turned from Morgan to Spencer and she gave him a smile. She walked up to him giving him a pat on the shoulder and walking over to her car. As she was walking away she called over to shoulder, “Have a nice weekend guys! I’ll see you on Monday.” She got in her car and drove away. Once again Spencer had his hand on the shoulder that _y/n_ had touched him. Morgan noticed and said, “Are you jealous lover boy?” Hearing this Reid folded his arms over his chest and walked towards his car. He turned to Derek and said, “Please let me know if she calls you tonight.” When the genius had gotten in his car, and put his seat belt on he took a moment to sit. He would never tell Derek, but he really hoped, or imagined that one day he would have asked _y/n_ on a date. Unfortunately he had been beaten to it. The doctor told himself, “Go home, read a book, and I’ll feel better.” With this Reid took his own advice and drove out of the lot.

_Y/n_ was finishing with the last touches of her makeup when Penelope texted her that she was outside. _Y/n_ grabbed her favorite black bag and walked out the door of her third story apartment. She locked the door behind her. When she approached Garcia’s car the window rolled down and Garcia shouted, “You look so hot, oh my God.” _Y/n_ blushed and got in the car and replied, “I bought this dress a few weeks ago.” Penelope smiled and the pair drove to the bar that Garcia loved the most. It was called Whiplash. The drinks were cheap and the music was loud and happy, just like her personality. The establishment was more of a club than a bar, that was why Garcia liked it. She could people watch while getting drunk without it seriously hurting her bank account. As they got closer _y/n_ said, “Garcia, I don’t think this is gonna work. James hasn’t texted me since last Saturday. I don’t think he’s going to show. Has he texted you?” Penelope could see the doubt in _y/n’s_ face and replied, “Yes of course he texted me. He says he’s really excited to meet you in person. Garcia chose not to tell _y/n_ that James hadn’t responded to her texts since Monday. The technical analyst was just hoping that things worked out. She was always an optimist, in or out of the office. The pair pulled into a space across from the bar. It’s bright sign twinkled on the pavement. Both women got out of the car and straightened their dress down and walked across the street.  The bouncer outside asked for _y/n’s_ ID. _Y/l/n_ pulled out the card, and then the burly man allowed the two agents to enter the building. The music inside was almost deafening. Garcia quickly spotted her date, Collin, sitting at a table in the corner. The two women walked up to his table. Collin was squat in figure and _y/n_ assumed he was around 45 years old. The man stood up and kissed Penelope on the cheek. His gaze then moved up and down _y/n_. Thankfully Garcia didn’t notice, instead she shouted over the music, “Collin meet my friend _y/n_,” Collin extended his hand and said, “It’s nice to meet you _y/n_.” _Y/l/n_ smiled and said, “It’s nice to meet you too. Penelope’s been saying very good things about you, and I’m here to make sure she’s right.” Everyone laughed at _y/n’s_ reply and took a seat at the table. _Y/n_ had planned on not drinking too much that night, however, Collin had other ideas. When a hostess stopped by the table he bought them all a shot of tequila. _Y/n_ couldn’t really turn it down as they all took the shot and then gagged at the strength of the liquor. Their conversation was going well, however, Garcia could see _y/n_ looking up at the door every few minutes to see if James had shown up. After fifteen minutes _y/n_ pulled out her phone and sent a text to the absent man. Garcia started feeling bad about this idea as a whole and ordered everyone a beer. It took all of them about fifteen minutes to drown the beers. It was at this point that Collin ordered them another round of shots and Garcia could see that _y/n_ was starting to get very intoxicated. The slender agent leaned on Penelope and slurred, “You know I don’t care that I got stood up. It happens to me all the time. All the men I’ve dated have always told me that I’m great in bed but that I act like a bitch. So it’s nice to have another man say that to my face.” After finishing the statement _y/n_ started crying into Garcia’s shoulder. Penelope pet _y/n’s_ head trying to console her. After this method proved to not be effective Garcia stood up and said, “I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” The blond agent moved toward Collin and whispered in his ear, “Please keep her talking, and for heaven’s sake don’t buy her more drinks.” Instead of going to the bathroom Penelope walked outside and dialed Spencer. 

Reid was reading a volume of poems in Old English. When his phone went off on his desk he rose to see who was calling him at 10: 15. When he saw Garcia’s number he assumed it was regarding a case. He flipped his phone open and said, “What’s up Garcia?” Penelope breathed a sigh of relief when he picked up and said, “Spencer I think I really fucked up.” “Why, what’s happened, where are you?” Spencer was having a hard time hearing Penelope because there was some sort of interference on the line. He waited until the agent on the other end of the line replied, “I dragged _y/n_ on a double date and her date ghosted her.” Reid remembered the conversation he had earlier he had with _y/n_ today and responded, “Wait, I don’t think I understand. What does ghosted mean? What’s the problem?” Garcia couldn’t help herself but laugh once at the fact that the smartest person she knew, didn’t know what ‘ghosted’ meant. She pulled herself back together and said, “Her date, he didn’t show up. Reid, she’s really drunk and I can’t take her home. I promised my date that I would go home with him tonight. I think that _y/n’s_ going to leave.” At this point Spencer got the gist of the conversation and he was pulling on some sneakers. He grabbed the key to his car and his wallet and was headed out the door. As he turned off the lights in his apartment he asked, “Garcia where are you? I’m coming to pick _y/n_ up.” 

When Penelope had struggled through the hoard of people on the dance floor she found Collin and _y/n_ at the table. Both had drinks in front of them. Garcia saw this and quickly walked over to _y/n_ grabbing the martini out of her hand. The drink sloshed down the front of the intoxicated girl's dress. Although Penelope was sorry to see the _f/c_ fabric stained it gave her an excuse to say, “Shit, _y/n_, let’s take you to the bathroom to clean you up.” The data analyst helped her friend maneuver to the back to the building. Garcia pushed her friend into an open stall of the bathroom and waited for her to finish her business. When _y/n_ came out of the stall Garcia grabbed a few paper towels and started wiping down the front of her friends chest. It only took a few seconds before _y/n_ asked, “would you ghost me on a date Garcia?” Penelope immediately stopped what she was doing and gave her friend a long hug. _Y/n_ then mumbled into Penelope’s shoulder, “I need another shot. That will make me feel better, right?” Garcia knew it was a rhetorical question but still answered with, “NO! No more drinks for you tonight baby. I’m sorry this happened.” Garcia’s tone was so sincere that _y/n_ cradled Penelope’s face and said, “It’s not your fault, it’s me, I haven’t been able to keep a steady partner since high school.” This fact broke Garcia's heart, but she didn’t know how to console her friend, After about ten minutes in the restroom _y/n_ said, “I think I’m going to go home. The train station is only three blocks from here. You stay with Collin. He seems really nice and I don’t want to ruin your night.” After hearing this Garcia thought, ‘Shit.’ and said, “No, you should wait a minute, I can get someone to come and get you.” _Y/l/n_ smiled and said, “Don’t bother someone else, it’s almost 11:00. I’ll be fine I swear.” Before Penelope could stop her the lean agent was out the door and weaving her way through the crowd. By the time Penelope made it to the door of the bar _y/n_ was halfway down the street. Garcia picked up her phone and chanted, “shit, shit, shit, fucking shit, “ until Spencer picked up. Penelope shouted into the phone, “Reid she just left the bar.” Spencer held the phone away from his ear as the data analyst shouted at him. The man hung up  and put his foot farther down on the gas pedal. He only had a block to go before he would get to the bar. 

As _y/n_ was heading toward the subway station a car that looked familiar pulled up next to her. _Y/n_ took a few steps away from the car, and almost walked into a couple going the other direction. The window of the car rolled down and she realized it was Spencer. She still continued walking slowly and awkwardly but she moved next to Reid’s car and said,  “Spence, what are you doing here?” Spencer was struggling to keep his eyes on _y/n_ and the road and he called back, “I’m here to take you home.” _Y/n_ blushed slightly and said, “You don’t have to take me home Reid, I’m going to take the train, subway, moving thing, you know what I mean.” It was at this point that Spencer had to pull over to the curb  and park illegally, because if he hadn’t he would have crashed his car into another parked car in the way. The agile man opened his door and quickly walked up to _y/n_. When she saw him she stopped. The pair were now standing outside a dingy bar that a few people were hanging around outside of. Spencer said, “Please let me take you home now _y/n_.” One of the men loitering outside the dingy bar had heard Spencer’s comment and walked over to the pair. The man that was highly tattooed looked _y/n_ up and down and asked her, “Is this man bothering you?” _Y/n_ who was still under the influence said, “No, no, no. He’s my friend. The man took the opportunity to grab _y/n_’s arm and pulled her close to him. He roughly said, “Well if you don’t want him to take you home I’d be happy to.” Once the man had put his hands on _y/n_ her instincts kicked in and she kneed him in the gut and punched his face. The man reeled back, protecting his groin with his hands. While this happened Spencer quickly took _y/n’s_ hand with his right hand and put his left around her waist, quickly leading her away from the bar and toward his car. The man that had been hurt by a woman started walking toward them and shouted, “You little cunt. You’re a fucking little bitch, go home with your fag boytoy.” Just as the two agents made it to Reid’s car she shouted back, “That’s what they all say you bigot.” 

When both agents were in the car Reid rushed out of his spot and tore down the street. After being grabbed and verbally assaulted _y/n_ was feeling much more sober. She was also embarrassed that Spencer was seeing her like this. After three minutes of silence she looked over at him and said, “Thank you Spencer. I don’t know what I was doing back there.” The male agent bit his lip before responding, “It’s okay, I’m just happy you’re safe. Plus you look pretty drunk.” _y/n_ looked down at her dress and realized the stain must look like she had gone pretty hard at the bar. She felt embarrassed again, but stood up for herself more quickly this time by saying, “Well I’m feeling less and less drunk by the moment. And in my  defense I only bought myself one drink. The rest of the alcohol was pushed on me by Garcia and Collin. Also, I was having a really shitty night, maybe I wanted to be a little drunk.” Spencer looked over to her and could tell that tonight really had not been her night, and that made him sad. He asked her quietly, “Is there anything I can do to make it less shitty?” _Y/n_ looked over at him and her heart gave a little pull. She said, “I guess I’d like some coffee. If i’m going to be sober I want to actually be sober.” Reid smiled at the request and said, “Coffee, coming right up.” Reid had all of the coffee shop locations and hours in D.C.memorized. It only took him three minutes to get them to a 24 hour coffee shop called Insomniac. Spencer got out of the car and opened _y/n’s_ door. He took her hand for a few steps, just to make sure that she could walk safely. When he ascertained that she could he let her hand go. He wished he didn’t have to. They walked into the shop and _y/n_ walked up to the counter. The owner of the shop asked her, “What can I get you?” Her eye’s skimmed the menu and she said, “I’ll take a large coffee with cream and sugar please.” She turned to look at Spencer who was standing behind her with his hands buried in his pockets. _Y/n_ asked him, “Can I get you anything? It’s the least I can do after what’s happened tonight.” For a moment she thought she saw his cheeks redden, she just assumed that it was the alcohol still in her system. Reid stepped forward and said, “I’ll have a large coffee with sugar.” The owner rang up their order and _y/n_ gave him her card. When both agents had their drinks in hand they sat down at the only spot open in the small establishment. They were seated next to each other on a couch with a table in front of them. They both enjoyed their caffeinated beverages for a few minutes before they both set their disposable cups on the table in front of them. 

After a few minutes of silence Spencer said, “I’m sorry you go stood up. Whoever it was must have been a loser to not want to meet you.” _Y/n_ looked over at Spencer, he had the softest look on his face. His eyes were so deep. _Y/n_ thought for a moment and replied, “Spencer, I’m going to be very honest with you. Everyone I’ve dated has broken up with me. They all say I’m fun for a while but end up being a bitch in the end. I think my track record and the guy that stood me up might be evidence that I’m not desirable.” She looked at Spencer for a response, and he had his mouth open slightly, shaking his head. For a moment a pit settled in _y/n’s stomach, she didn’t have time to think about that, because before she knew what was happening Spencer leaned toward her and pressed his lips to hers. _Y/n’s_ eyes shot open before she took in the warmth on her mouth. She quickly closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss. When the two separated there was another silence as _y/n_ processed what had just happened. Before the silence became too uncomfortable the more negative side of Spencer’s brain made him say, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that without your permission. It doesn’t have to mean anything. I just wanted you to know that I find you desirable.” He stumbled over his words in the sentence. _Y/n_ looked over to him. She realized that maybe Spencer felt the same way that she thought about himself. She lifted her right hand and put it on his chin, turning his face toward her. She could see that he was questioning himself, his abilities. _Y/n_ gave him one of her reassuring smiles before gently grabbing his vest and pulling the man to her. This time Spencer took a microsecond to realize what was happening. Even as her lips met his he stayed still. It wasn’t until _y/n_ wove her hands behind his head and back that he really leaned into the kiss. His arms wrapped around _y/n’s_ body protectively. He held onto her for dear life. When they finally separated for air, both agents were beet red. _Y/n_ softly said “I love you Spencer,” into his shoulder. He replied, “I love you too.” As the night crept further and further into day the pair sat and enjoyed being so close to each other. It was the first of many nights like it to come.

[somesuperherowrites]

Wear My Clothes

spencer reid x plus!sized fem!reader

summary: you want to wear Spencer’s clothes, but can’t fit them.

...

You angrily balled up Spencer’s shirt in your hands. Spencer was so skinny that you never had imagined you’d be able to fit his shirts, but you had tried anyways. You couldn’t even fit your arms in the sleeves. You sighed and gently picked at the buttons which were obviously not going to button and bit your lip. Was there something so wrong about wanting to wear your boyfriend’s clothes?

You quickly straightened out the balled up shirt and replaced it on the hanger before you started crying. You grabbed your big t-shirt that was laying on the bed and fumbled putting it back on.

You had decided to try on his shirt when Spencer was out on a case, because you didn’t want to cry in front of him. Spencer was kind, and you knew that if Spencer had seen you crying in his clothes, he would have moved moutains to convince you that you were beautiful. But, you didn’t want to hear that. You just wanted to fit effortlessly into your boyfriend’s clothes.

You trudged back into the closet and hung his purple button-up back in its place. Your gaze lingered a little longer on his section of the closet before you closed the door.

You sniffled as you crawled into bed. Spencer was coming back home tomorrow, you should just focus on that.

... later that week ...

Spencer swirled his coffee around in his mug. You had been feeling down the past week and Spencer couldn’t figure out why. When he had gotten home from the last case and unpacked, he noticed some of his clothes were out of place. Were you unhappy with him? Were you packing up his stuff? Did you want him to leave?

Emily and J.J. walked into the breakroom as Spencer sipped his coffee while deep in thought.

The women looked at Spencer and then each other. J.J. cleared her throat and Spencer looked up.

“Oh, hi guys.”

J.J. furrowed her brow, “okay, what’s wrong.”

Spencer sighed deeply, “I think Y/N is unhappy with me and wants me to move out.”

Emily scoffed and had to control herself from rolling her eyes. You and Spencer were so in love with each other that something else definitely had to be going on. “Okay genius, why do you think that.”

“Because everything points to that!” Spencer was beginning to get frustrated and hurt at the thought of you kicking him out.

“Okay Spence, you’re going to have to be a little more specific.” J.J. gently patted his arm and led him over to sit at the table.

“Well.. she’s been unhappy all week...” Spencer began stumbling over his words, “and... and when I came home from the last case some of my clothes were out of place. I really think she wants me to move out and this is her way of telling me.”

Emily and J.J. couldn’t help but share a look and chuckle at Reid.

He pouted and was beginning to grow frustrated, “nevermind guys.”

He started to stand up and march away when J.J. gently stopped him. “Spence, we’re not laughing because we think she’s going to break up with you. We’re laughing because you’re so dense.”

Spencer looked at her confused, “what?”

“Spencer, I wear Will’s shirts to bed all the time. They’re comfy.”

Soencer softened at this, “you think she’s wearing my clothes when I’m on a case?”

“I always take one of Will’s shirts with me when we’re gone. It smells like him and reminds me of who’s waiting for me back home.”

At this, Emily chimed in, “yeah! She probably just misses you, Spencer.”

J.J. cleared her throat and looked down at her own mug that was in her hand. “and um.. I think the reason that she’s unhappy is that she misses you and wants to wear your clothes...” J.J. trailed off.

“Well, I don’t have a problem with her wearing my clothes.” Spencer furrowed his brow,” Why would she be unhappy?”

Emily scoffed, “well Spencer, you’re kind of a stick. You weigh like what 130? 140?”

Realization dawned on Spencer. “She wants to wear them, but they don’t fit her,” he breathed out.

“Yeah.” J.J. said.

Spencer jumped up from the table and rushed toward the door while yelling back a quick “thanks!” to Emily and J.J.

Spencer wasted no time in going to the nearest store and buying a variety of men’s clothing in your size. He changed into one of the dressier shirts in his car and tucked the excess material into his waistband. He finished off the outfit by throwing a sweater over his shirt so the fact that it was larger wasn’t as noticeable. He quickly headed back to the office where everyone was gathered in the briefing room.

Hotch looked up from his notes as Reid walked in, “you’re late.”

Spencer looked at him apologetically as Garcia started presenting the case.

The briefing was over in a few minutes with Hotch announcing wheels up in 20. The team was going to Idaho for a case, which was perfect for Spencer’s plan.

Spencer dialed your number on his phone and waited for you to pick up.

He smiled when your soft voice answered, “Hey, Spence.”

“Hey, Y/N. We just got a case, so the team’s going to be heading up to Idaho.”

You hummed in response. “Do you know when you’ll be home?”

Spencer frowned, “Not for a few days at least, but I won’t know until we get to the local PD and start a preliminary profile.”

You sighed. “Okay, call me before going to bed tonight? I love you, Spence.”

“I will. Love you, Y/N.” Spencer ended the call as Derek gestured for him to come on. Spencer hurriedly stuffed a couple of shirts that he bought that morning in his go bag and followed Derek out of the bullpen.

...

As soon as the plane took off, the team gathered around to try and start a profile. As Spencer was moving to be closer to the group, Emily noticed he was wearing different clothes than this morning.

She gave a slight smile before clearing her throat, “Spencer, did you change clothes?”

Spencer blushed at her question as J.J. gave a slight laugh, “Oh my god, he did.”

Morgan raised an eyebrow while looking at Spencer’s attire, “okay, what am I missing?”

Spencer mumbled “nothing,” while Emily and J.J. were both smiling widely at him.

J.J. walked by and tucked Spencer’s collar into his sweater. “He bought bigger shirts to wear so that they will fit his girlfriend. That way when she wants to wear his clothes while he’s gone, she can.”

Derek ruffled Spencer’s hair, “Uh, oh. Pretty boy’s got moves.”

Spencer was blushing wildly now as the team’s continued to coo over how romantic he was. Even Hotch had a small smile as he flipped through the case file.

Garcia popped up on the screen, and Spencer hurriedly changed the topic back to the case, “Garcia, anything new?”

“Yes actually, a new body was just found outside of Boise, I am sending the new information to your tabl- wait, Spencer are you blushing?”

The team stifled their laughs as Derek waved at Garcia, “hey, thank you babygirl. I’ll fill you in later.”

Garcia winked at him, “looking forward to it. Garcia out.”

...

The case had only lasted a few days, and Spencer was more than ready to see you, and you were currently propped on the couch anxiously waiting to see him.

As soon as you heard the key turn in the door, you shuffled to the door. Spencer entered the apartment and tossed his bags on the ground. As he closed the door and turned to you, you bolted into his open arms. You nuzzled your head into his chest and breathed deeply. “I missed you.”

“You know studies have shown that women report feeling comforted when smelling their partner’s scent, and some research has even found that cortisol levels are reduced in stressful situations when paired with a loved one’s scent.”

“Hmm, interesting.” You said as you cuddled into him.

Spencer chuckled and kissed the top of your head. “I know for a fact that I feel more at home with your arms wrapped around me.”

You leaned up your head up slightly so you could see his expression - you smiled broadly when all you saw was Spencer’s look of adoration. He leaned down and gently placed a kiss on your lips. You hummed contentedly. You lingered in Spencer’s arms for a second more before breaking away to grab his bag and take it to the bedroom.

You started unzipping his bag, so that you could throw his clothes in the washer with yours, but Spencer quickly caught your hand in his.

“Y/N... I don’t want you to be offended.” Spencer started.

You furrowed your brows confused as to what Spencer meant. “Why would I be offended?”

“Well before I left I noticed that you were feeling down, and.. well you know I hate it when you feel like that. I wanted to do anything and everything I could to make you feel better, but I couldn’t figure out what was bothering you.” Spencer was talking rapidly now and you sighed deeply.

“Spencer-“ you started. You wanted to reassure him that nothing was wrong, but he cut you off before you finish your thought.

“No... just let me finish. I talked with J.J. and Emily about it, and they gave me a hint as to what might have been wrong. After thinking about it, I came to the same conclusion, but I don’t want it to offend you if I’m wrong.”

“Spencer, I know you would never purposely offend me. Will you please let me open the bag?”

Spencer obliged and moved his hand from ontop of yours. You looked at him for a second to study his expression. He looked slighty worried, but also eager? You couldn’t wrap your head around what would be in the bag to make him feel this way.

You hesitantly unzipped the bag and pulled out a white button-down. You gave Spencer a confused look, “You got new clothes?”

Spencer nodded.

You held up the first shirt that you had grabbed and saw that it was your size. You continued to pull out a couple more button-downs, setting them gently on the bed. You brought one up to your nose and inhaled deeply. They smelled like Spencer. Tears began prickling at your eyes and you looked toward Spencer.

He looked as you held up his shirt with tears in your eyes and immediately began to panic. You looked so hurt, and he had done this. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’ll throw them away.”

He reached for the shirt and you jerked it out of his reach, “No!”

Spencer tilted his head confused, “what’s wrong? why are you crying?”

You began crying harder. Spencer was so clueless to how sweet and romantic this gesture was. He stepped forward and enveloped you in his arms. “Talk to me, Y/N.”

You nuzzled into his chest and gripped his shirt tighter as he petted your hair.

“Spencer-“ you broke from his embrace and placed one hand on his cheek. “this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

He let out a relieved sigh and started rambling, “I’m so glad you like it.. J.J. said you probably miss me when I go on cases and she likes to wear Will’s shirts, but you don’t have any of mine to wear. So I wore them for this case so they would have my scent on them. You know experts actually don’t know how long it takes for a shirt to smell like you, so I just estimated based on what was available from the research, and -“

You chuckled and stood on your tip toes to plant a kiss on his lips, “I love you Spencer Reid.”

He smiled and caught your lips in another kiss, “I love you Y/N.”

[michelle-is-writing]

Forehead Kisses, Spencer Reid Drabble

Word Count: 500~

Ever since our first date, Spencer has always kissed me on the forehead. He's kissed me on the forehead more times than he has my lips or cheeks. It's because of this fact that I question why he prefers that over anything else.

Before he leaves for work, he kisses me on the forehead. Before we fall asleep, he kisses me on the forehead. Even when we're making love, he chooses to kiss me on the forehead instead of my lips. It's almost like every time he kisses me somewhere other than my forehead, it's sacrilegious. Don't get me wrong, I love it whenever Spencer kisses me, but I just wonder why he kisses me there more and nowhere else.

"Hey, Spence," I break the silence of our quiet apartment as Spencer cuddles me close to him on the couch, his arm around me as I lay against his side. Both of us are clad in our pajamas and mismatched socks, our hair going every way but flat. "Why do you kiss me on the forehead so much?" I ask, looking up at the sweet man. From this angle, all I see is his jawline and light scruff from the morning. It's always nice to see him calm and laid back for a change.

Looking down at me, Spencer waits a few moments before smiling and kissing my forehead like always. "I don't know," he answers, shrugging a little. "I just like to kiss your forehead," Spencer says, reaching a hand up to run his thumb gently against my cheek.

Smiling along with him, I move to sit up on my knees and face him, placing my hands on his shoulders. "Yeah, but you never kiss my cheeks or lips; only my forehead," I point out, lightly giggling afterward. "And don't get me wrong, I love your kisses... but why that preference?"

As if he realized something, his smile softens a bit as he looks away from my eyes. A slight blush rises to his cheeks as he thinks, staying quiet for a few moments. It was a weird question to ask him, but he doesn't seem bothered by it, thankfully.

It isn't until he looks back up at me that he answers my question, the hand on my cheek sliding up to move a lock of hair to the side of my face. "Well, statistics show that most men prefer kissing their significant other on the lips, sixty-eight percent to be exact. Sixteen percent prefer the cheek, ten percent prefer the hand, and six percent prefer the forehead... I guess I'm just part of the minority," Still smiling, Spencer leans into my ear where he whispers one more thing. "Plus, it's where all your beautiful thoughts are~"