#spencer reid bestfriend blurb

[the-au-thor]

Bestfriend Blurb #5 | Spencer Reid

This one's for the beautiful creature who kindly asked me for another blurb and gave me ideas for it. I know is not exactly what you asked for but this is the first part of your request. Hope you can enjoy it!

This is part of a series of blurbs that you can find down below:

#1

#2

#3

#4

#5

#6

Summary: Spencer and Reader are bestfriends who are in love with each other but they don't know it yet. Let's see how they find out.

Words: 1.5 k

Warnings: Go to this link!

"Are you okay?" you asked casually from your seat to Spencer, who was enjoying a glass of iced tonic water with lemon slices and mint. "Want to leave? We can go."

He smiled playfully and shook his head. "Of course not. Enjoy your margaritas, and we can leave when everyone else does."

That night marked the end of your exhibition. A photography magazine even interviewed you, which you found utterly crazy. The whole team attended the gallery, including a couple of other FBI agents and your old friends from college. After the gallery, Penelope and Emily insisted on celebrating at one of their favorite karaoke bars. When you arrived at the bar, Spencer extended his arm in front of you, palm open, asking for the keys to your car and officially declaring himself your designated driver. "You don't like driving," you argued, but he flashed one of his childlike smiles and shook his head, "It's your night, and I know you want to enjoy your margaritas. I'll drive us home."

Home.

Spencer's apartment had been infested with mold a couple of months ago, requiring urgent renovations. You couldn't resist pointing out it was due to lack of ventilation and his habit of keeping the curtains constantly closed. His landlord promptly announced that Spencer needed to leave the apartment for him to repair the whole mess before the mold spread to other units. That was the day Spencer became homeless and the day he started calling your home his own. It wasn't strange for him to bring his things to your apartment and take up the guest room. You got used to his quirks, like his clinical cleaning sprees when anxiety hit. Being roommates with Spencer was great, but what you never got used to was the warm and terrifying feeling whenever Spencer called your place "home."

"It's been a very long day," you murmured. "I'll have this last margarita, and then we can go," you promised, relaxing back into your seat, watching Derek and Savannah share a drink while following the music of a song Penelope and Emily were singing—or rather, destroying.

Lizzie, by your side, sipped her gin and tonic with a somewhat strange look. She seemed miles away inside her mind.

"What's wrong?" you asked.

She snapped out of her reverie, momentarily startled.

"Nothing."

"If something's bothering you—"

"No" she quickly answered.

"Yes," you insisted confidently.

She furrowed her brow. "No."

"Yes," you retorted, imitating her gaze until she finally rolled her eyes.

"Oh, you're a pain in my ass. I'm just tired; it's been a long night," she admitted, then smiled, nudging your shoulder. "But I'm proud of you; you stepped out of your comfort zone and succeeded."

Your cheeks blushed slightly, but you couldn't deny it. You were happy to have done it, and finally, the photos you had taken over the years saw the light. You took the last sip of your margarita and hopped off your chair with a light skip. Amir and Emma, your old college friends, convinced you to join them for one last song before leaving—a karaoke favorite: "I Want You Back" by the Jackson 5, full with choreography.

"That was amazing. It's always so much fun when you guys do that," Spencer exclaimed with a smile as he put on his jacket.

You had introduced Amir and Emma to the team years ago, and they occasionally met up in a bar to catch up and sing. Karaoke had become a tradition, and it wasn't the first time Emma, Amir and you pulled off such a performance you had prepared during your college years.

"It is fun. Maybe we'll convince you to join us someday," Amir replied with a smile, not expecting an immediate response from Spencer. He planted a kiss on each of your cheeks and cradled your face affectionately. "I'm so proud and jealous of you. The exhibition was fantastic. If you weren't doing such a wonderful job at the FBI, I'd try to persuade you to leave it for photography," he said, bidding you farewell and hugging Spencer.

You said your goodbyes, knowing that Emily, Penelope, and Lizzie would stay a bit longer that night. You and Spencer left the bar, facing the cool night as you crossed the street toward your car parked on the edge of an alley.

"Oh no," Spencer whispered, searching for something in his bag before getting into the car.You looked at him, furrowing your brow as he stepped into the passenger seat. "What happened?"

"I left the notebook you gave me at the gallery... do you think we can go get it now?"

You patted the inside pocket of your jacket where the keys to the gallery were, keys you would return tomorrow when picking up the photo frames you left hanging. You nodded, getting into the car.

"With all that eidetic memory, and you forget your notebook at a gallery," you teased, laughing, and then nodded again, making the keys jingle outside your pocket. "Let's go."

"It'll only take a moment," he promised quickly.

You knew how important that notebook was to him. You had given it to him as a kind gesture a few years ago. You didn't know him well then, having recently joined the BAU, and you had made an effort to get along with everyone by giving them a small gift to break the ice. It had worked wonderfully with Spencer. You still didn't know why that little notebook had made him so happy or why it was imperative for him to carry it everywhere, but the thought that he liked it so much pleased you.

"I hate that these things have so many locks," you complained, unlocking the last latch and pushing the door open for Spencer and you to enter the gallery. You turned to the entrance to switch on the lights. "Do you remember where you left it, or do we have to comb through the whole pla—?" Your sentence cut off because suddenly, you were breathless.

The walls were no longer adorned with your photographs (the ones you had left there just two hours ago). You silently took a step forward to scrutinize the first large canvas. You looked at Spencer, who was studying you attentively with a mischievous smile trying to hide.

"What is this?" you asked with an excited smile, not really knowing what to make of the photo that had immortalized the day when everyone decided to go for a long walk and picnic. On the way back, Penelope had twisted her ankle, and you and J.J. had decided to carry her in turns. In the photo, you were holding Pen in your arms, both smiling tiredly at the camera. "Spencer?" you looked at him again, waiting for an answer.

He smiled at you again, this time slightly moved, and took your shoulders to guide you to the next photograph. "You always portray us so we won't forget the good times we spend together," he explained, stopping you in front of a picture where you were painting Henry's face while wearing raccoon ears and having your face covered in makeup. You were sitting in front of him looking concentrated, while the little guy smiled with his eyes closed. "I don't want you to forget that you, too, are worthy of being photographed, and these moments are important."

Moved, you looked at him with teary eyes and turned back to hug him.

"That's why Lizzie was acting strange. She knew," you said when you ended the hug.

Spencer smiled."Yeah"

"Did you come up with this? Only you?" And he nodded "why?"

He furrowed his brow, looking at the photograph and then at you. "I don't know," he honestly admitted. "I just wanted to make you happy."

Your heart skipped so strongly that you couldn't stay near him without doing something foolish.

You looked around, distancing yourself from Spencer to explore the gallery at a safe distance, seeing all those photos he had compiled. Then you answered back.

"Just look at me, Spence," you pointed to the photos. "I'm already happy."

And you were. You were happy with him. For him. You were happy with your work and your friends. Right now, if allowed to exaggerate, you were the happiest person on earth.

You walked a couple more times, remembering those moments with Spencer, laughing at the anecdotes encapsulated in each photo. Occasionally, in silence, you wondered why you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. You were calm, though, as if you had been anesthetized by that emotion you felt when seeing Spencer's surprise. In the silence of the place that accompanied you and Spencer, it would never feel forced or uncomfortable.

Peace.

Happiness and peace.

On the way home, you carried with you the trunk full of photographs that Spencer had taken the trouble to print and hang in the gallery. You didn't know where to put them in the apartment you shared, but you couldn't leave them lying in the gallery, not with everything they meant to you. They weren't special because you were in them; they were special because they were Spencer's gift, because he had taken them.

You brushed your teeth after taking a bath and changed into a loose and comfortable pajama. You walked down the hall to Spencer's room and tapped on his door gently. When he opened it, he was, like you, with wet hair and ready for bed.

"I just wanted to thank you for today," you murmured, then gave him a broad and honest smile. "It's been the best day I've had in a long time."

Spencer's eyes did that thing they usually did; they smiled, rising with appreciation and something more, a kind of intimacy that cut through the air in your lungs and made you feel dizzy.

"It's nothing," he replied. "I'm glad you liked it," he said, embarrassed.

"Goodnight, Spencer. Tomorrow, I'll make gratitude waffles."

Spencer accepted without hesitation; he couldn't refuse your traditional mountain of waffles with melted chocolate in the middle and small bacon muffins decorating the plate.

"Goodnight," he bid you farewell. "See you in the morning"

You hurried your steps to your room and locked yourself in as if you were escaping something dangerous. Your heart started pounding again.

He was so special, Spence. You just couldn't live without him. He was just....

Panic ran through your veins with adrenaline. You threw yourself onto your bed, typing quickly in your chat with Lizzie.

"I like Spencer."

Three simple words, and three dots that moved hyperactively on Lizzie's side of the chat.

"Okay, good. Now try again." She finally wrote back.

You bit your lips until they hurt.

"I love Spencer."

Another three simple words, but now they were the right ones because just writing them made you feel like a heavy burden had left your body. Your lungs filled with air again, and tears welled up in your eyes without you realizing they had been waiting a long time to be released.

"I mean I'm also in love with him" you clarified.

"Ding, ding, ding!!" She wrote back as you locked the screen and let out a tiny scream.

You stretched out on your bed with this new realization knocking you out, and you looked at the ceiling completely relieved. Many things now made sense, and at the same time, everything looked terrifying. You were in love with your bestfriend. The man who was in his room sharing home with you.

Spencer, on the other hand, stood behind his bedroom door, where he hung the only photograph he decided not to show you in the gallery because it was too accusatory. Derek had taken it when they went for coffee in Utah during a challenging case investigation. Derek waited for them in the table while you and Spencer decided what to order at the counter. You were studying the menu written on a huge blackboard with concentration while Spencer smiled at you, playing with your hair, unbeknownst to you.

That photograph made him think about all the times he had done that without realizing it. He became even more aware that he didn't touch people, but certainly he didn't have that problem with you. He felt vulnerable but also free. And as he looked at the photo with a smile, he wondered why the hell, when you asked why he had bothered to prepare that surprise, he didn't answer that it was because he had recently discovered that he loved you.

He was in love with you.

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MATT MURDOCK (marvel)

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YELENA BELOVA (marvel)

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ARI LEVINSON (the red sea diving resort)

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STEVE HARRINGTON (stranger things)

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NICK FOWLER (the 355)

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LEE BODECKER (the devil all the time)

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[slutfornat]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ hi my dear lovies, i’ve decided this year to challenge myself with particpating in Kinkmas as I chickened out last year. All must be submitted by November 30th and send in soon to claim a day. If anyone wants I will be tagging those that send an ask or message me about it.

Just to clarify I will not be writing any blurbs for misty day, yelena belova or kaz brekker as they are all either confirmed aroace or hinted at throughout the books, comics and film/series'.

kink suggestions

praise, thigh riding, squirting, hate sex, innocence kink, daddy/mommy kink, dacryphilia, sir/master kink, corruption kink, threesome, overstimulation, edging, exhibitionism, voyuerism, biting, knife kink, marking kink, spanking, car sex, somnophilia, degradation, temperature play, cockwarming, possessiveness, size kink, masterbation, breeding kink, safeword, begging, choking, — you can supply your own if you don’t see it listed.

au/trope suggestions

only one bed, criminal, supernatural, neighbour, dilf/milf, mob, bodyguard, ceo, coffee shop, florist, modern, college, royalty, pornstar, mutual pining, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, dadsbestfriend, bestfriends!parent, fairytale, horror/slasher — you can supply your own if you don’t see it listed.

character suggestions

marvel characters : natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, bucky barnes, helmut zemo, carol danvers, peter parker, pietro maximoff.

sab characters: general kirigan, inej ghafa, jesper fahey, alina starkov, nina zenik.

marauders era: remus lupin, lily evans, james potter, marlene mckinnon, dorcas meadowes, sirius black, regulus black.

harry potter characters: pansy parkinson, luna lovegood, neville longbottom, blaise zabini, bill weasley, theo nott, hermione granger and ginny weasley.

criminal minds characters: jennifer jareau, spencer reid, emily prentiss, penelope garcia and luke alves.

mphfpc characters (film): enoch o'connor, emma bloom, jacob portman, millard nullings (book).

american horror story: violet harmon, tate langdon, nora montgomery, kit walker, lana winters, kyle spencer, madison montgomery, zoe benson, jimmy darling, maggie esmerelda, james march, winter anderson, kai anderson.

others: jason todd, mickey (monday), rachel green, amy march, jo march, meg march, theodore lawrence.

[luvspence]

reids (camera) roll

‘small, intimate’ get together!

{full camera roll (masterlist of the blurbs) here}

tw // alcohol consumption, being drunk

some pics that some how end up in your camera roll when you’re dating spencer reid

you stared at penelope while chewing the top of your pen

“so a party?”

she looked at you in frustration

“no! it’s a small, intimate get together” she said placing her hands in her lap

“very lowkey”

if you knew anything about penelope gracia, you knew that she was anything and everything, but lowkey

“okay then... i’ll take your word for it” you said, getting up to return to your own desk

“make sure to stop by! and oh and bring spencer!”

you nodded and waved as you made your way back to your desk

“spencer”

he spun around and faced you

“what’s up”

“penelope is inviting us to her ‘small intimate get together’”

he sighed

“is there gonna be people there that i don’t know?”

“well, it’s supposed to be ‘small and intimate’ but knowing garcia...”

“ugh”

“come on spencer it’ll be fun, and i think they’re might be jello”

you said reaching your hand out to his, rubbing circles in the palm of his hands

“okay fine, for you... and the jello”

——

just as you and spencer had assumed, there was nothing small nor intimate about penelopes party

you walked in together, one hand in each others and the other awkwardly shoved in your pocket

penelope appeared in front of you suddenly

“hi guys! so glad you could make it”

“penelope, where is the small and the intimate?”

“this is small! there barely 50 people here!”

spencer looked around nervously, 50 people’s germs, trillions of microorganisms roaming the floor of penelopes place

“here” she said as she handed both you and spencer a beer

spencer didn’t drink normally, no particular reason just didn’t like the feeling

before you could ask to take it for yourself he had already opened it and taken a sip

taking the edge off, i guess

spencer was an extreme lightweight, so you decided to skip out on the alcohol so that you could drive home safely

you and spencer drifted through the house and the backyard, enjoy coffee jello and cupcakes, and maybe a beer, or two

you lost spencer in the chaos of the party, so you ended up outside talking to jj

“yeah, honestly i don’t know what i expected from penelope honestly” jj laughed

you nodded before you heard a stumbling from the screen door and a very spencer like yelp

“oh no” you said as you turned toward the door

jj looked at you in disbelief “you let your boyfriend get drunk, alone???”

“i lost him! and i’m not his mother i’m not responsible for him-“

you were cut off by the sound of spencer yelling your name from the outdoor patio

“y/n! y/n!”

he had a cupcake in hand and in the other what you hoped was coffee, he had slipped on penelopes shoes to cold outside

“spencer...”

he cut you off “ATTENTION ATTENDANTS OF THE PENELOPE PARTY, and actually attendant descends from the french word atendré, which means to “give ones attention to”

he said smiling at the crowd that had begun listening to him

jj leaned over to whisper to you

“now i know why spencer doesn’t drink”

you laughed and nodded at her

“SO, i just wanted to give a shout-out to my BEAUTIFUL bestfriend and actually girlfriend, y/n!!!!!! yeah!!!!!! she is so GREAT and FUNNY and SMART and PRETTY”

you buried your head in embarrassment and looked at him

“spencer please stop”

he looked at you and smiled drunkenly

“no, NO because everyone needs to APPRECIATE YOU. because because you encouraged me to come here! and frankly i didn’t, because i didn’t want to encounter all these peoples GERMS. no offense, but each other of you caries aTLEAST 40 trillion bacterial cells. and that’s just NASTY.”

you started to laugh, decided to give in and let spencer make his speech

“BUT BUT, anyway,,,,, y/n encouraged me to be here! and i’m having a GREAT time, did you all see the jello table??????? it’s LIFE CHANGING. anyway, let’s raise a toast, to my best friend and future wife y/n!”

he said as he shakingly raised his cup of coffee and stuck the cupcake in his mouth

you laughed and ran up to the patio to give him a hug, and to check what was in that coffee cup

“good, just dark roast”

“what????? did you think it was spiked????”

“well reid given that you just gave a speech about me and germs to 40 people, i’d say it’s safe for me to assume that you’re under the influence”

he smiled and went in for a kiss

you decided to start heading home, spencer needed a shower and a goodnights sleep desperately

when you two woke up the next morning, you turned to spencer, who had a pounding headache

“god y/n what happened”

you sat up in the bed and looked at him

“you don’t remember?”

“god no, barely”

“well, you got beer drunk and told a large group of people about the root of the word attendant, then you called them nasty, then you blabbed about how you love me”

you said as you looked down at a text message from jj

“no way”

“yes way”

you said as you opened the picture jj sent you

“here’s photo proof, this is you after your speech, raising a toast to me”

he laughed

“well, was the toast good?”

“yes, drunk spencer was very nice to me, also called me his future wife, so”

“well nice to see that drunk spencer and me have that in common”

[fiftyshadesof-h]

Unexpected (spencer x reader)

Masterlist

Summary: When y/n gets sick just months after breaking up with her boyfriend, Spencer Reid, she goes to the doctors to find out what’s wrong. She ends up having to call him and ask for forgiveness.

WARNING- Vomiting, blurb

It had been about 3 months since Spencer and I broke up, to me it didn’t matter how long since the breakup, I still loved Spencer. I would always love spencer.

I had been a mess ever since it happened, it’s like I didn’t know how to live without him. This may sound cruel, but I couldn’t help but think if he was in as much pain as I was. 

My heart stops every time I hear his name mentioned. 

Every morning, since Spence moved out, has been the same routine. 

Get up.

Take a shower.

Get some coffee. 

Then sometimes I’d cry, well most of the time I’d cry.

Recently though my crying has been interrupted by the constant vomiting I was experiencing. 

                 I got up out of my bed trying to get the thoughts of Reid out of my head. I walked over to my shower and turned it slightly more to the hot side than normal. I felt sick this morning so I thought maybe that’d help.

When I laid my head against the wet tile in my shower though, the thoughts of Spencer swarmed right in. 

-

            3 months earlier

“Y/n all I’m asking is for you to be honest!”. Spencer rarely raised his voice at me so on the rare occasion that he did, tears were stinging the corners of my eyes. 

“I am!,” I yelled back trying to make my voice louder than Reid’s booming voice.

“So what, I have bad memories from my childhood Reid,” This is when the tears started to fall as  I choked out the next part of my sentence. “You can’t help me, no one can”.

Spencer started walking towards me, at the same time I backed up. 

“y/n I love you, but if you can’t talk about your problems with me,” Spencer’s voice cracked as he tried to hold back tears. “I can’t do this anymore”.

I didn’t even try to talk about it with him “Then Leave Spencer! Get out!”. All I remember from that evening was me yelling at him to get out of my life. 

I stood in the kitchen, tears running down my face as I watched the man I love walk out of the door. When I finally heard the door slam shut, I dropped my body onto the kitchen floor sobbing and sobbing, I never seemed to run out of tears though. 

I couldn’t even remember why the fight had occurred. All I knew is that it had and it ruined my relationship with my Bestfriend and the man I wanted to marry.

I lifted my head up off the tile wiping the fresh tears that had fallen. My shower didn’t last very long because I started to retch, which of course led to me throwing up. 

It had been a couple days of me throwing up before I finally made an appointment. 

-

Sitting on a cold, plastic exam table was not how I wanted to spend my morning. Much less sitting here alone.

It got even worse when my doctor walked back in the room holding a chart. “Ms.y/ln,” All I could think was that something was wrong with me. “It appears that you’re pregnant”. She said pointing to the piece of paper. 

I gasped as I tried to swallow back tears. I put both of my hands on top of my stomach. Eventually, though the tears fell. I wasn’t crying because I didn’t want this baby. Hell, I always wanted to be a mother, I was crying because I might have to do this alone. 

“We can talk about your options ma’am,” She started to explain to them till I stopped her. “No I- um I want to keep the baby.” 

The rest of that day was a blur up until that night when I was sitting on my couch in tears, debating whether or not I even wanted to tell spencer. 

We hadn’t talked since the night of our breakup. I went to text Spencer almost every day since some days I would even see the 3 dots pop up from his side. I never got a text though. 

I clicked his contact number, I continued to get more anxious after he didn’t answer by the third ring. Maybe he was with another woman. No, he wouldn't do that, not so soon at least. 

“Hello,” He said, interrupting my intrusive thoughts. “I’m sorry to call so late, but I uh need you to come by.” 

“Are you okay?” He sounded so worried about me, probably because he could hear the sound of me sniffling. “I’m uh okay, I just really need to talk to you”. 

-

I opened the door to Spencer, he looked so exhausted. His eyes were red I presume from crying. No doubt that he noticed the tears that were still falling down my face. I stepped aside so he could come in and pointed over to the couch. 

“What’s uh going on y/n?” that questing provoked the sobs I had been trying to hold back. 

“I’ve been sick the past few days, so I finally went to the doctor, they uh,” I motioned to my stomach. “I’m pregnant Spencer” 

He sighed, almost in relief. He laughed nervously as he stood up and motioned me to come to him. He embraced me in a warm hug, I didn’t realize how much I missed Reid until I felt him kiss the top of my head. 

“I love you,” He stepped apart from me and put his hand under my chin to lift it up so he could look me in the eyes. “So, so, much y/n” 

I hadn’t heard those words in so long. “Oh god Spencer, I’m so sorry about the fight, about everything,” I put my hands up against his chest looking him directly in the eyes. “You are the only man I love, You don’t ever forget it.”

-

Spencer turned on some music and we danced, his chest against my back. He put both of his hands on my stomach, something about this pose with him felt so natural. 

“y/n,” He started to laugh. “I’m gonna have a baby genius”. 

“Yes, Spence, You’re finally gonna get your baby genius” I turned around and he planted a kiss on my forehead. 

This was how it should've been all along. Spencer and I together.

I made this story about 1,000 words. I'm not sure if that's enough for a One-shot but give me requests for any other stories you may want. I hope you guys enjoyed it! 

[the-au-thor]

Bestfriend Blurb #6 | Spencer Reid

Yep, as I always say: if you ask, you'll receive. You asked for them to figure it out. You asked them to finally say it out loud. Here we go! Hope you like it. If you have anything to say, just say it please. And remember this is not my first language and I tried to translate this the best I could. Also I love you, thanks for your love

Remember this is one of a series of blurbs you could read in the links down below:

#1- When he preferred your smile

#2- When he proved he knows you well

#3 - When he wanted you to choose him

#4- When you wanted to make him smile

#5- When you he loved you and you loved him back

Summary: Spencer and reader are bestfriends that love each other, just they haven't done anything about it. Let's see how they'll figure all out.

Words: 1.5k

Warnins: none

You saw Spencer leaving Hotchner's office, appearing to have a serious conversation, but Hotchner had a half-smile and seemed content with whatever they discussed. You hid behind your laptop as your boss briefly glanced in your direction. Spencer started descending the stairs, and you sank further into your seat, but you still felt his gaze on you. You listened to his footsteps leaving the room, then straightened up to make sure he was really gone.

Your heart paused from the marathon it started this morning when you saw him enter the office after you left a note in your apartment explaining "you had to do something (absolutely nothing) before arriving at Quantico". You let out a deep sigh of relief, deciding you could finally focus on the paperwork from the previous case.

"What are you doing exactly?" Emily's voice interrupted you from her desk.

You moved your gaze from the glass door to look at her, as if she had caught you doing something mischievous. "Me?"

Emily dropped her pen on the desk and leaned back, studying you slowly.

"No, my nemesis who has risen from the dead, Doyle," she replied sarcastically, then leaned against her desk and whispered, "Why are we hiding from Reid?"

You furrowed your brow and leaned back in your chair, letting out a nasal laugh. "I'm not hiding from Spencer..."

"You are. You know it. I know it; J.J, Rossi, and Derek know it."

Derek turned a page of his report and nodded without taking his eyes off the file. "Oh yeah."

"Yup," David agreed from his seat.

You looked at J.J on the adjacent desk, and she shrugged while munching on an Oreo, nodding her head slightly. You turned back to Emily, who wore one of her know-it-all smiles and shrugged.

"García doesn't say yes only because she's not here," she added, and then her expression shifted to a slightly more concerned one. "What happened? I thought Reid's surprise would cheer you up.

"You looked at them in surprise. "Wait, did he tell you?"

"No," Prentiss chuckled.

"We are profilers," Rossi glanced at you from the corner of his eye, sipping from his coffee cup with a small satisfied smile. "We know things."

You gave him a annoyed look and sulked in your chair.

"The surprise was good, thanks for asking."

"I didn't ask; I affirmed. I know whatever the boy genius orchestrated made you very happy, which brings me to ask, why aren't you happy?" Emily inquired with curiosity.

"Well, what is this? One of your tenacious and terrifying interrogation room talks?" you asked everyone, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

Derek finally stopped looking at his work to pay attention to you with a sigh.

"Sugar it is very simple, either you tell us what's going on, or we profile you."

You rolled your eyes, knowing they would somehow figure out what was happening with you. On one hand, you were tempted to let them profile you; perhaps they could unravel the mess inside you that you couldn't even identify.

"Don't you think it's weird?" you asked, but none of them seemed to understand what you were talking about. "This, his surprises, don't you find it strange?"

David pressed his lips together but remained silent. J.J then let out a surprised laugh.

"What do you mean? It's... Spencer we're talking about. The Spencer who took you to a Peter Gabriel concert because he knew you were dying to hear 'Solsbury Hill' live, even though he hates crowds," she reminded you.

"The one who didn't reveal certain details in cases so that you could provide them and not feel less in your first months at the BAU," Derek recalled with a half-smile.

"He didn't do that..."

"No, of course not," Prentiss laughed. "Because he also doesn't let you win at chess" she added ironically.

"Hey, I've become very good at chess"

"Not better than Spencer," Derek clarified with a sing-song tone.

You gave him a displeased look.

"Thanks, huh?"

"It's just the truth," Emily genuinely chuckled at your stubbornness. "The point is, Spencer does these thoughtful things for you. It would be strange if he didn't do anything to congratulate you on your exhibition; something we all know meant a great challenge for you."

They all nodded in silent agreement with Emily. Without words, you had no choice but to stop arguing with them. If such behavior was normal for Spencer, did that mean you were perhaps reading too much into it, and your love for him was truly one-sided? Could it be that all this time, Spencer had just been himself and hadn't shown any interest in more than a platonic friendship with you? Since yesterday, you had acted like a coward because you had discovered you loved him, and there was a possibility he felt the same way. After all, who gives up a date just to spend an afternoon locked in with their best friend watching Doctor Who reruns that they could watch any other time? You panicked; he was your best friend, and even though you promised that if something happened, it wouldn't affect the friendship, you knew it was inevitable. Besides, he was also your colleague, and that kind of fraternization within the FBI was practically impossible. There would be tough decisions, inquiries, interrogations, and a probationary period to prove that the relationship wouldn't affect your performance in the field. But what scared you even more was that you could just lose him. Because you loved him so much; you loved how he closed up whenever strong emotions came into him, and you loved stripping away each of his layers until he let you in. You loved listening to him chatter endlessly about something he was passionate about or thought you might find interesting. You loved that he knew so many languages but sometimes struggled to understand the slang of his own mother tongue. You loved his pure heart and always innocent intentions. You loved seeing him with his peculiar weapon and how, in every case, he wished he didn't have to use it. You didn't want to stop loving him just because you couldn't give him what he needed.

"Hey, we didn't say Spencer does that with everyone," J.J, who seemed to read your intrusive thoughts perfectly, saved you from drowning in them, bringing you back to the surface. "He's like that with you," she added firmly, as if wanting to make it clear.

You tried to breathe but found it difficult. It was as if the air had suddenly become dense. You were about to hyperventilate when Hotchner came out of his office at the same time Spencer entered again, looking relieved. Hotch looked at you and then at Spencer, nodding with a solemn gaze before addressing everyone.

"I must announce a new decision that the bureau established starting this morning; Reid will begin to reduce his fieldwork hours to teach university classes."

You furrowed your brow, and your gaze inevitably turned to Spencer, whose eyes were on you as if expecting some kind of reaction. It would come, for sure.

"What?" you asked. "Why?"

The guys turned to Hotchner, awaiting an answer just like you.

"By Spencer's own request" Hotch frowned, somewhat confused, surprising everyone and making everything suddenly move around you.

Thoughts began to bombard you like a meteor shower. Spencer knew; he had found out what you felt for him and was starting to distance himself so as not to hurt you because Spencer was like that. He was considerate even when breaking your heart. Obviously, he would discover your feelings; he was an eminent profiler and knew you like the back of his hand.

"Hey..." you heard your name on Spencer's lips because he had identified the panic on your face and the distress in your eyes.

You looked at him, trying to hold back your tears and compose yourself as best as you could. With false calmness, you placed your hands on the table and then verbalized a decision that seemed to be the most reasonable thing to say.

"I resign."

A sepulchral silence invaded the room, and if you hadn't been so focused on keeping a decent image for a little longer, you might have heard the surprised squeal that came from Derek's throat. Without taking your eyes off Hotchner, you stood up and excused yourself to go to the bathroom because you weren't sure if you could maintain a decent appearance for much longer.

You held on until you crossed the door to start running towards the elevator and try to escape from something that was encapsulated in your head, dulling it, and trying to push the tears out of you. You pressed the elevator button that would take you away from Spencer when you saw his hand preventing doors from closing. You saw his face on the other side of the elevator, and you stayed inside, looking at his stern face and inquisitive gaze; he was searching for some kind of answer in your own face. He would have it, for sure.

"What was that?" He asked

Your lips trembled with nervousness, and then you decided to be completely honest.

"You don't have to leave; I'm leaving. This has been your job since before I arrived, and you shouldn't have to do this for me..."

He frowned almost offended. "What are you talking about?" he asked, taking a step forward and stopping the elevator pressing a button. "What's going on with you? You ignore me the entire weekend, and suddenly you decide to resign to take care of my feelings? How considerate!"

This time, you furrowed your brow. "Ignore you?"

"I'm not an idiot," he accused, making a small accusatory gesture with his hand. "You made your gratitude waffles and left them on the table with a note?"

"I had to go for a run; I wasn't performing as I should in the field, and..." you started to explain but he interrupted you.

"Lies," he lamented. "Lies! You hate sports as much as you hate mornings," he recalled. "And you did the same thing today," he cornered you with his words. "How am I supposed to think you don't want me to leave when you've only been pushing me away?"

That question completely disarmed you; you had left no choice but to opt for silence. You saw him press his lips with determination.

"What do you want?"

Flustered, you gasped, unable to give a neutral answer that would protect you from a broken heart.

"I don't want you to leave."

That genuine response seemed to calm him. His face and shoulders relaxed until the furrowed brow became history, and there was only a hint of weariness in his eyes.

"I'm not leaving, and you don't have to resign," he clarified. "It was a decision I made in conjunction with human resources."

You furrowed your brow in confusion. "Why would you involve yourself with human resources?" you asked.

Spencer took the time to answer, silently studying you.

"Because I have to prove that I can do my job even when there are feelings involved and assure them that you can do the same thing."

A tingling sensation began to coat the walls of your stomach, and damn if you didn't already know what Spencer was insinuating, but you had to ask him.

"Your feelings have never stopped you from doing your job. Why would the bureau be concerned now...?"

Spencer let out a laugh and briefly looked away from you.

"It's different now because I fell in love with you," he admitted so honestly, so directly, so bravely, and without a hint of fear that the shame for your own fears silenced you. There was something effervescent inside you that numbed your tongue and destabilized any reasoning. Spencer took a step toward you, somewhat hesitant, but he didn't let his shyness stop him. He cradled your face with one of his hands, and his eyes studied your expression. He seemed excited. "And my dear, you fell in love with me," he murmured the last part, resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes to caress your cheek with the soft pad of his fingers. "And I knew you would have fears; I knew your mind would play tricks on you. I knew it in the gallery; that I had to make sure that not a single one of your fears would come true."

You could live a thousand different lives and never do anything remotely worthy of deserving someone like Spencer.

"Spence..." you cried distressed, returning the gesture and cradling his face.

Because while you chose to isolate yourself and heal wounds you didn't yet have, Spencer was trying to eliminate anything that could cause you those wounds in the first place.

"Hey," he tried to calm you while continuing to caress your skin in circular motions. "That's why I talked to Hotchner this morning. That's why I talked to human resources. That's why I'm going to reduce my hours in the field. Because by taking a step back, I'll be closer to you," he admitted as your tears fell down your cheeks and he wiped them away one by one, brushing his nose against yours. "I want this, do you want it?"

You nodded, but you knew it wouldn't be enough; you had to say it out loud.

"I love you too, Spencer. And I'm scared that everything will change" you confessed with a trembling voice.

You felt his soothing smile just millimeters from your lips.

"It will be better," he said before pressing his lips against yours.

You let out a little squeal when the tip of your tongue brushed the smooth surface of his lips. Your back pressed against the cold wall of the elevator, and his chest collided with you as his other hand tenderly caressed your hair.

Nothing in a million years could have prepared you for what a single gesture from Spencer was making you feel. While his lips moved over yours with controlled emotion, and you stretched because you had been so far from him for so long that you needed to be as close as possible now. And for the first time, you didn't need your camera to capture the moment because you knew there was nothing in the world that could make you forget this first kiss.

Spencer watched you as you reluctantly pulled away. He had to maintain control; he could stick to you as much as he wanted at home later. For now, there was a mess to repair in the office with Hotchner; so he took your hand, and waited for the elevator to descend and the doors to open. He didn't expect to face the expectant gazes of your colleagues waiting for both of you outside the elevator. Hotchner had his arms crossed, and Penelope, who apparently had been informed by her not-so-discreet friends, observed your intertwined hands and opened her mouth in surprise.

"Is it done?" she shouted. "And did you wait until I wasn't in the room for everything to happen? Lunatics, I love you, but you are a pain in my elegant ass. I hope you're happy; I bet on this months ago, and frankly, I expected a faster move from you. Now I'll have to give my money to Emily and..."

Hotchner interrupted her to look directly into your eyes.

"I'll ignore your resignation from a few minutes ago, and honestly, I hope something like that doesn't happen again. I didn't bet money, but I did bet on you with the bureau; I vouched for your professionalism, and I know I won't be wrong. But don't make me doubt."

You felt Spencer's fingers give you a calm squeeze, ensuring that you wouldn't hyperventilate again in front of your unit chief because it wouldn't look good.

"Of course, sir. It won't happen again."

For a few seconds that felt like an eternity, Hotch remained serious, and then out of nowhere, he broke into a cheerful smile.

"That's what I wanted to hear. I'm very happy for you guys."

That brought your soul back into your body, and it was the green light your colleagues needed to let out a cheer and congratulate you.

Penelope jumped at you, and Derek at Spencer, while receiving your friend's hug, Spencer watched you, with that look of appreciation that had been directed at you all the time, and then you smiled at him. You gave him that smile that Spencer was willing to choose over anything every day for the rest of his life.

And things changed a bit. But not as your fears predicted. It turns out that now Mondays were Doctor Who Mondays too; the popcorn actually tasted better, and as you nestled between Spencer's legs and he cradled you in his arms that evening upon arriving at your apartment, your home, you knew it wasn't because of the butter, nope. It was because Spencer Walter Reid had chosen you, and you had chosen him.

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HEEEEY what about the bestfriend blurb with Spenceeeerrr

Im dying here you know

have a great day

I appreciate you screaming the hey out of me. Am at the hospital because this almost-27-year-old-little-girl discovered she is a chronic asthmatic :) I don't wanna die and I don't want you to die sooo, you asked you'll receive.

Note from this author: This is more than a blurb, but we will still call it a blurb. It contains delicate topics so, I recommend reading the warning contents here AND I'm a pretender and delusional writer, and a super cool nurse answered my creepy questions last night during his shift. There's a bunch of medical terms I'm using here that are probably so very erroneous so my apologies, play along with me, please.

Also theres a part 1, 2 and 3

Bestfriend Blurb #4

Summary: You and Spencer are best friends and colleagues who are deeply in love for each other but oblivious at the same time. Let's see how much it takes for them to find out.

Words: 1.3 k

DELICATE CONTENT read the warning

You had put on your headphones; that was a clear "not to disturb" signal for everyone around. Something that slightly bothered Hotchner was that you were indeed doing so in the middle of a police station during an investigation into a series of murders. He didn't say anything because, at least, you had gone to get them decent coffee (not the one the sheriff's secretary made), and you were reviewing on the map the locations where the child abductions were occurring and where the unsub had left the bodies.

Your brow was furrowed, and you hadn't added sugar to your coffee; Spencer observed this from a distance with curiosity. You always added sugar, especially in the morning. They had been sent to Maryland after a case involving an unknown subject who kidnapped infants and left them in public places for everyone to see a day or two later. It was a complicated case, especially because they were children, and the time between abduction and death was so short that it seemed hopeless for the families.

"They just kidnapped another child. Tommy Gibson, three years old," Sheriff Saget entered the room they had been given for the case investigation. You turned, taking off your headphones, paying attention for the first time to something other than the points marked on the map. Spencer could hear Janis's raspy voice coming from your headphones even from a distance. "Same victimology, same modus operandi; he killed the person he was taking care by, his godmother, and took him from the scene in broad daylight. His parents arrived two hours after leaving him and recognized the signs from the news. They immediately called the police to report it," he added, "We've sent everything to your analyst, and she'll be investigating it," he announced, and as if on cue, their phones started ringing, indicating the influx of information that Penelope was undoubtedly sending them.

Hotchner hurried to contact her and put her on speaker to bring everyone up to date.

"Does it say if there was any kind of violence?" J.J. asked.

The sheriff nodded as Penelope grimaced with displeasure.

"Yes, the door was smashed, but there wasn't much violence in Tommy's godmother's death. The blow was gruesome but effective."

"He killed her with a rigid object, a poker; an investigation is underway right now," Rossi remarked, focused on the police report.

"He used a knife and a hammer for the previous ones," Derek added with technical expertise.

"Because he doesn't care about them. The nanny, the grandmother, and the godmother were just a means to an end," you murmured, leaning your hands on the table and looking directly at Rossi.

"I'm getting permission for public security cameras," Penelope rushed to inform. "Crosses social lines, but so far, he has stuck with the same race; Caucasian boys between two and three years old," Derek said with technical experience.

"Tommy's parents are on their way to give their version of the events," the sheriff informed Hotchner, who nodded.

He turned to Penelope, "Anything else, Garcia?"

"So far, there isn't much connecting the children except their age. I'll be looking into them a bit more. There has to be something in common," Penelope said her goodbyes and immediately started gathering information, ending the call.

Everyone looked at Hotchner, awaiting his directive. He looked at J.J. and Prentiss.

"J.J., you and Emily will go with Tommy's parents. David, Derek, and I will go to the morgue to find out more informationabout this unsub." Then his eyes landed on you, and you knew exactly what he would say next. "You and Spencer will go to the crime scene and figure out what connects Tommy to the rest of the abducted children." You nodded, stretching your back and getting ready to leave. "One more thing; take your camera and leave those headphones."

You felt your cheeks warm with embarrassment, swiftly removing the headphones, nodding.

"Yes, sir," you mumbled, starting to leave the place, trying to focus on the case and not the recent slight embarrassment.

"Are you okay?" Spencer hurried to catch up with you, concerned. You nodded, but that didn't satisfy him. "Is it because of the children?"

"Wait!" both of you heard from behind, turning to see a police officer stopping you with excitement. "The sheriff told me to go with you and see your work."

You sighed, looking at the pretty blonde approaching, you finally answered Spencer "Of course, it's about the children."

If Spencer hadn't been too busy answering the officer's incessant questions from the back seat of the car, he would have realized that it wasn't about the children. In fact, the real issue was much more humiliating. Apart from hating cases involving children, the real problem was that you knew there was something you weren't seeing right in front of your eyes, and it wasn't due to something serious. No, the culprit was, in fact, sitting right behind you, smiling at your best friend while polishing his red apple . You gripped the steering wheel, trying not to make it obvious that her presence was irritating you.

But if you were honest, much more honest; it wasn't just that. You recognized in the young officer the enthusiasm and curiosity you felt when starting your career at the academy. You could even understand her annoying infatuation with Spencer's intelligence or how she couldn't help but gravitate toward him like Peter Pan's little Tinkerbell. What irritated you in a wild and unprofessional way was that Spencer seemed to enjoy it. You had never seen him smile so much in the past few hours since arriving in Maryland, and that made you furious because you couldn't remember making him smile like that ever.

"It's incredible that he graduated so young from college, and the FBI considered him for an elite position," the girl mentioned with an admiring sigh, then turned to you, "Isn't that amazing?"

"Astonishingly breathtaking" you ironically murmured under your breath but unable to deny it.

"Is there anything from fieldwork that has been a real challenge for you?" she asked.

"I can think of a few," you replied quietly, of course, unable to avoid glancing at her sideways through the rearview mirror with an ironic tone.

"I'm sorry; I know I'm sometimes too enthusiastic. But you guys are my heroes; the FBI is the main reason I wanted to join law enforcement in the first place," she replied somewhat embarrassed.

You wanted to scream in frustration because the girl was nice and entirely innocent, and you were unloading your unreasonable anger on her for no reason.

"Don't apologize. It's that spirit that will lead you to save people and do a good job," you allowed yourself to rectify that uncomfortable impasse caused by you. It was the least you could do after sending tranquilizing darts through your eyes since you met her.

You tried to avoid Spencer's concerned gaze until you reached the Gibson's house, but you couldn't simply stop watching them. You knew something about that didn't sit right with you, but you turned your attention back to the officer's interested gestures and Spencer's animated smile to bury the splinter that had been constantly pricking your insides, almost leaving you breathless. You heard her laugh, then her hand squeezed Spencer's arm.

"Agent, you're so funny."

Okaaaaaay. That's it. You're done. Adiós

Without warning, you turned around, showed your badge to the officer guarding Tommy's house, and started taking photos inside without knowing what you were really looking for. Well, you were trying not to think about the officer and her enthusiastic hands on Spencer's biceps.

"What's wrong with you?" Spencer's question made you jump as you took photos of the kitchen where the child and his godmother were presumed to have been when the unknown subject surprised them.

"Nothing; just doing what Hotchner asked me to do," you announced, bringing the camera to your face and taking another photo of the broken chair and plates on the floor, "and your admirer?" you asked with a trembling voice, looking at how the photo turned out and examining the details.

Spencer furrowed his brow, you knew even if you couldn't see it from your angle. But he approached you with his hands in his front pockets.

"She stayed chatting with her colleagues at the entrance. What's bothering you about her?" You frowned and looked at Spencer, almost offended.

"What's bothering me...? Nothing! She's just a bit annoying, but it's okay; I understand her," you quickly replied, walking through the room and looking around with curiosity.

"Yeah, because that's why you'd be blasting Janis Joplin so loud that even a cow would be startled." You sharpened your gaze, looking at him through your lashes.

"I'm surprised you had time to notice anything with all the giggles she was getting out of you." You wanted to hit yourself; cut off your damn tongue or something.

You should have changed the subject; raised the white flag of surrender, but instead, you gave the most perceptive person on the planet material to soon draw the most accurate conclusion; that you were so jealous.

"What are you talking about?" Spencer asked, his face contorting into a confused and almost disgusted expression.

"Forget it," you snapped almost like an order.

"No; you said it. You have to explain it now."

"Spencer..." you murmured, rolling your eyes at his insistence, but you knew he wouldn't give up on this.

"No. I want to know what you mean."

"Nothing!" you grunted. "Just that you're smiling," you pointed, looking him in the eyes, feeling defeated just by saying it. "All morning you've been talking to her, and you've been happy and smiling, and...I've never seen you like this with anyone, and it's...weird," you admitted and finally downplayed it with a wave of your hand, "Forget it," you sighed, "it's not your fault."

"My fault for what?" You looked at him again.

"That a police officer who barely knows you knows better how to make you laugh than I, your best friend, do," you muttered, feeling your emotions reaching their limit and your irrational anger and jealousy starting to sting your eyes with tears. But you wouldn't cry.

Spencer furrowed his brow, his gaze suddenly a bit more relaxed, and the sparkle in his eyes indicated that he was understanding better how you felt. And then came that gesture of pity, and you refused to let him feel that way for you. "Hey..."

"Agents, do you think you've gathered enough evidence? I have officers on an extended shift who will collapse from hunger any minute now. They haven't eaten anything for hours, except for that gluten-free hummus and cookies the Gibsons offered them when they arrived," one of the officers entered the kitchen, interrupting the conversation.Thanks to the Universe.

"That's it, officer," you replied, turning off the camera and starting to walk towards the door with Spencer. Then you stopped, extending your hand and gently tapping Spencer's abdomen, halting his steps too. "Hummus and gluten-free cookies," you looked at Spencer. "Richard Collins, the first victim. Didn't his family consume fruits and vegetables without pesticides from their own greenhouse?"

It took him only a few seconds to analyze what you were saying. "And Bobby's family had a sustainable irrigation system," he recalled the first victim. "Call Penelope, something in this has to be connected."

"The results of the forensic analysis indicate a high production of Interleukin-1," Spencer spoke into the phone as you, he, and his cheerleader were already settled in the car, heading back to the station. "However, these kids had never experienced high fevers in their lives"

Their families were all anti-vaxxers. Despite leading healthy lives, and their parents being very responsible with their children's health, they hadn't taken them to their measles vaccination appointment.

"If they didn't have the vaccine, do you think the unknown wanted to simulate a measles outbreak?" Penelope asked on the other end of the call.

"It's possible; then he doesn't have access to the virus but to the medical records," Prentiss responded.

"An anti-anti-vaxxer?"

"Exactly. We could be talking about a paramedic or even an administrative worker with access to records but not to the laboratories," Derek spoke thoughtfully.

"How do you induce fever without making a child sick?" Tinker bell asked from the back seat.

"There were high levels of Cefuroxime, an antibiotic used for bronchitis or even gonorrhea. That explains the fever, but not the death," Spencer intervened.

"He needed a trigger," you murmured, trying to remember everything you've learned, but the information tangled in your mind. "There were also traces of the same measles vaccine in the children's blood sample, right? Sometimes it's contraindicated if the patient has any dermatological problems, fever, or seizures," you recalled.

"If the unsub caused the child's fever to simulate a measles attack and then applied the vaccine, it's likely that it caused the death," they heard J.J's voice "He didn't hydrated them, he didn't feed them. He just left them tobdie alone and in pain"

"It doesn't take much for such a young child to die from fever. Seizures after a vaccine are caused by fever, especially if it's not controlled. He made them boil until their bodies couldn't take it anymore," you muttered, annoyed, trying to control your urge to press the accelerator to the maximum.

"It has to be someone who can easily access medications and has some minimal experience in medicine. It doesn't take much knowledge. We're looking for someone who has an extreme opinion about anti-vaxxers. Someone who has expressed excessive anger on social media. Surely, he's proud of the murders and shares news about the topic online," Derek told Penelope over the phone.

"I'm narrowing down the search, but look; Do you know how many people cancel anti-vaxxers on social media daily? Many of them are healthcare workers."

"We're talking about a narcissistic vigilant," Rossi added. "He's between 40 and 50 years old, probably lost a child of that age relatively recently. Maybe he was very responsible with vaccinations and feels it's unfair that the children of people who consciously decide not to vaccinate them are still alive."

"That's terrible, but..." they heard Penelope typing furiously until she found the only name that blinked on the screen. "...we have Martin August. A Caucasian man, 45 years old. He works for a supply company. Coincidentally, he delivers medications to the three hospitals in the area where Bobby, Richard, and Tommy are treated."

"What about the family background?" Hotchner asked.

"You got it right. He lost his two-year-old son, Charlie, three years ago, and he was very strict. He never missed any medical appointments. I'd say the child practically lived in the hospital."

"But if he died three years ago... What triggered him?" J.J asked.

"Good question." She decided to check the civil records and found a divorce certificate. "Martin divorced his wife when his son was just one year old. The thing is, she remarried and recently had a baby."

"He must feel that she forgot about Charlie and is rebuilding her life," they heard Prentiss say.

You and Spencer looked at each other alarmed. "He's going after his ex-wife's son," you said with certainty, knowing that if the man killed Tommy, he wouldn't wait at all to go after his next victim, and you suspected that with her, he wouldn't hesitate to cause even more harm.

After an hour and a bit more, you and the team found Tommy. He was in a very dangerous condition; undoubtedly, Martin had taken it out on him, probably rehearsing everything he would do with his ex-wife's little baby. However, the doctors were positive about it, and you decided not to leave the hospital until you knew the child would be stable. J.J had stayed there, and you had promised to accompany her; you knew how tough child cases were for her. Both drove back to Washington, and you made sure Will was informed of the situation and would accompany her that night with his famoustea and a good conversation. From there, you continued alone to your apartment; Penelope had helped you find it, and it was a couple of blocks from hers. You started walking towards the reception of the building when you found Spencer sitting on one of the lobby's chairs.

You looked at him somewhat surprised; the tension of the case had dissipated all the previous events; it had been effective in making you forget that you had ever been jealous and that you had had that conversation where you practically admitted hownyou were feeling.

"Shouldn't you be resting?" you asked, leaning on one of your feet, tilting your head. "What are you doing here?"

He got up from his seat and approached you with a strange look; there was doubt on his face but determination in his gaze.

"Do you remember that strawberry punch you make?"

You raised your eyebrows. "Spencer Walter Reid wants to drink alcohol?"

"With you," he added with a half-smile. "I want to drink alcohol with you."

You stared at him; the circles under his eyes were more marked than usual. You knew he was tired; you couldn't just send him home and deny him a peace punch. You nodded your head and pointed to the elevator, greeting the building manager just before the doors closed.

Spencer stood still beside you; you could feel his warmth colliding with your body. It was crazy and sent confusing signals through your spine.

"When Officer Williams praised me, it made me feel good," he murmured. "Not everyone has the patience to hear everything I have to say all the time," he added, watching the numbers indicating the levels of the building move up on the screen.

"I listen to you always, J.J listens to you always, Prentiss does, so Penelope and Rossi. Derek and Hotchner sort of listen to you all the time," you reminded him.

He nodded, stretching his lips into a thin line, still not making eye contact with you.

"I know."

"Not like that, though," you added. "We don't flirt with you."

You saw his cheeks blush, and then you knew you had hit the mark.

"I think we all have an ego to feed, right?" he murmured. "You were right, but you're also wrong," he finally looked you in the eyes, this time not breaking eye contact for a second. "Yes, I smiled with the things she said, they made me happy. But you... I don't need you to do or say anything; I am happy because of you. I don't smile with you; I do it because of you."

Of course, hearing him say that sent a warm signal through your body; it was as if suddenly you were wrapped in a satin blanket, and your feet didn't hurt, and thatpast case didn't happen. You never went to Maryland and now you are floating. And despite how good it felt, you knew you shouldn't get used to it.

"Spencer, you don't have to..."

"No. I know I don't say it often because saying it out of nowhere and without context would sound strange, but it's the truth; I don't need words, or places, or anything to be happy when I'm with you. I could be vegetating by your side, and I would be the happiest man alive" he admitted this time, looking at you with such intensity, and his words being so real that they touched the most sensitive and hidden nerve in your depth.

Your eyes stung, but you knew you wouldn't cry. Instead, bravely, you stretched your hand towards Spencer, and he took yours with confidence.

"I don't need anything else either, Spence."

And like a stroke of magic, the elevator stopped, and the doors opened. The moment had started and ended in the same location, but just like the elevator had done, you knew that conversation had left you in a different place, yet you didn't feel strange. In fact, you couldn't wait to explore it.

Part 5 and 6

[the-au-thor]

Hii! Can you write a little something with Spencer Reid who doesn't know yet he's in love with his best friend? Maybe she works with him in the BAU or something?

I like your story with Eddie Munson and I'm reading La Chispa trying to practice my spanish. Thanks!

Holaaa! It's great to read you want to practice and i helped you with that. I don't know if I can take requests, because I'm not sure I can do a good job, but you asked politely and you shall receive! Here's a little something with Spencer Reid x bestfriend! Reader

Bestfriend Blurb

words: 1k

Warnings: go to this link!

Spencer rose slowly from his chair, letting his muscles adjust to the new posture after hours of sitting, filling out reports for the latest case. He checked the time on his watch to confirm he still had time to complete everything before his date. The girl he was meeting had worked as a consultant on one of their cases, and they had bonded over discussions about science fiction and mathematics. He was on the verge of giving in to Morgan's persuasion and asking for her number, but she did it first. Two weeks passed, and the night before, she had called him for a coffee and a donut. Nothing extravagant, just some conversation to see if they were still as compatible as he had initially thought. He was excited, but he knew the excitement stemmed more from the fact that his last date had been ages ago, and it felt good to be able to do something like this again.

He began to put one of his books in his leather bag, along with the fountain pen that accompanied him everywhere and that he would never leave at the mercy of a stranger's use. He opened the drawer of his desk to look for his old notebook; his palm shuffled a couple of loose papers until he found that worn leather notebook that had been given to him a couple of years ago. He closed the drawer and tossed the notebook into his bag while something floated gracefully from its interior to the floor. He bent down to pick it up and examined it carefully, turning the white side to discover one of your photos.

He could easily recite endless skills of yours: you were truly intelligent, sweet, capable, and empathetic. You were also incredibly fast, especially when it came to paperwork. You usually finished first with enough time to go for coffee for everyone, sit in your chair, and stroll with your camera while subtly taking photos of everyone. They hardly noticed as you captured each team member immersed in their own work.

You had been taking photographs forever. Hotchner had decided that as long as it didn't interfere with your performance, you could take your little camera anywhere. Far from being annoying, everyone could admit that your little hobby brought a certain sense of calm to the constant storm that meant working on one of the BAU cases. In the midst of the ugliest of human nature, there you were with your camera, gathering the small scraps of beauty that they couldn't see, but you could.

Spencer caressed the photographic paper; you had taken that photo after a particularly difficult case. Spencer and J.J had fallen asleep in his favorite seat on the jet, both heads resting on each other while the files from the finished case lay on the table in front of them. Spencer had heard the movement you made when removing the lens cap from your camera, had opened his eyes alertly while J.J continued sleeping with strands of hair on her face and an impassive expression. Seeing you hidden behind your camera and about to shoot, he relaxed and flashed a lazy, relieved smile, and then you took the photograph.

Spencer smiled at the reminiscence and heard your laughter from the coffee machine. Morgan had said something that seemed funny to you, and you briefly covered your mouth with your hand. Spencer put away the photograph and watched you until somehow you felt his gaze while Derek continued talking to you. Your eyes met Spencer's, and a few seconds passed. You raised the corners of your lips, curving them into a smile, and your eyes arched with a mixture of affection and admiration. Your gaze was calm, and you didn't seem upset because he had canceled your Doctor Who Friday at the last minute for the date with the consultant. At this moment, Spencer couldn't think of a single valid reason to go that was more important than all the reasons he had to stick to his Friday routine of pizza, chess classes, and a marathon of his favorite show with you. Not when you smiled at him like that for a few seconds, and everything he felt just for that brief moment made him think he would be stupid to let go of the opportunity to prolong that feeling in the pit of his stomach all Friday night. Just for that smile.

He approached you while you tried to stop laughing at whatever was so amusing coming from Morgan's mouth, and you diverted your attention to him with curiosity.

"Shall we?"

Your forehead wrinkled slightly, somewhat disoriented.

"Don't you have a date?"

Spencer shrugged with a half-smile.

"We rescheduled," he explained, although the truth was that the girl still hadn't responded, but he hoped not to disappoint her too much.

You frowned. "Are you sure?"

Spencer nodded with the same smile. "Of course, dates can happen anytime, but Doctor Who, pizza, and chess?"

You smiled amusingly. "Only on Friday nights," you murmured in response, and then you said goodbye to Derek, joking about a date he had had the previous weekend. You circled around Spencer, walking toward your desk to get your things while Morgan watched Spencer, following you with his gaze. When Spencer met his friend's careful scrutiny, he saw him raise a little smile and shake his head amusingly.

"I see," he patted Spencer's shoulder. "Now I see it very clearly."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course you do," he said as a farewell, moving away from him with a relaxed posture just as you approached him with your bag on your shoulder and your camera hanging from your neck.

"Ready?" you asked, and Spencer nodded.

"Ready."

Bestfriend Blurb Masterlist:

#1- When he preferred your smile

#2- When he proved he knows you well

#3- When he wanted you to choose him

#4- When you wanted to make him smile

#5- When you he loved you and you loved him back

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Bestfriend Blurb #2 | Spencer Reid

Okay so,I didn't intend to add more parts to the bestfriend! Blurb but since anon asked...this is another blurb! it's connected with this one but you can read it in no order in particular.

Summary: Spencer and Reader are best friends, they're in love but they don't know it yet. Let's see how they're going to find out.

Words: 1k

Warnings: Go to this link!

There were very few things in your life that you were passionate about. Thankfully, your job was one of them; you had studied sociology and forensic science, then trained at the academy to investigate crime scenes. The opportunity to work in the field investigating cases for the BAU presented itself, and you couldn't refuse. You had used the camera so much to capture gruesome scenes that you began to associate it with less traumatic events; beautiful moments that occurred in the most unpleasant cases.

Once Hotchner's son dressed up as him for Halloween, and on another occasion, Henry dressed as Spencer. How could you let those memories pass without trying to immortalize them in some way?

Photography had become your grounding force, a bridge reminding you that even when you saw horrible things, there was humanity that contributed beauty and kindness. It served as your own escape method, a therapy to keep you away from madness. If a gallery wanted to exhibit your work, you wouldn't oppose it; it was a great opportunity, and you had nothing to lose by trying.

However, you hadn't mentioned anything to anyone. This had nothing to do with your work, and it was bothersome enough for the other members of your team to have you walking around with your camera.

You turned the page of your comic as music filtered into your ears. Leaning against one of the Jet's walls on the way home, buried in your favorite seat, Spencer got up from his couch—the one without his name, but the whole team knew belonged to him—and sat next to you, chin resting on his palm, observing you with curiosity. You tried to ignore him for a few seconds, and you noticed his free hand travel to your knee, stopping the nervous movement you didn't realize you were making.

You closed the comic and left it on your lap, removed your headphones, and stared at Spencer waiting for his inevitable question.

"You're nervous, why?" he finally asked with concern and curiosity.

"Did you get up from your throne and lower yourself to the commoners just because you think I'm nervous?" you asked back with a half-smile.

Spencer raised an eyebrow and smiled playfully. "Well, well, well," his small dimples appeared at the corners of his lips, "answering a question with another question, if that's not evasion, I don't know what is."

You rolled your eyes slightly with a smile. "Are you profiling me, Dr. Reid?"

"And you're still evading my first question," he pointed with a teasing look.

You sighed in resignation. Spencer and you knew each other very well. Based on years of working together and years of friendship, you could tell if he was going through something just by observing his behavior—dissociation, furrowed brow, avoiding any social interaction, isolation. And he knew your signs—the blasting sound of Janis Joplin in your ears, restless leg syndrome, and, of course, evasion of questions that could seem simple and innocent.

"I'm not nervous," you lied, trying to avoid showing any gesture that would normally give you away.He stopped smiling.

His lips tightened into a concerned thin line.

"But the thing is you are," he replied, softening his voice, "but I want to know why, to help you."

The way he said it made your heart leap everywhere but in your chest. You couldn't keep avoiding him, not when he looked at you like that, not with his hand soothingly on your knee.

"It's nothing bad. You really don't have to worry," you nervously nibbled on your lips and then settled in the chair to lean closer to him so that the others wouldn't hear. "It's just that Lizzie showed a couple of my photos to her boss, and he offered me a space in his gallery for a couple of exhibitions. Nothing big."

Spencer opened his mouth with a surprised smile, and his fingers tightened on your knee, giving a gentle and excited squeeze.

"That's wonderful," he whispered with a suppressed shout, and then his other hand went up to your neck, affectionately stroking your hair. "And when is it?"

"Uh... it's today," you mumbled the answer quickly, and you saw him frown with curiosity.

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"It's not that I didn't want to. It's just that you guys are so busy, and I already annoy you enough by putting my lens in your faces all the time. It's not a big deal."

Spencer raised his eyebrows incredulously. "Are you kidding? It's a big deal, and you never annoy us."

"You have to say that; you're my friend."

"Best friend," he corrected, "and my opinion counts even more."

That made you smile.

"I didn't want to make a big fuss about this," you whispered, looking down at your lap uncomfortably.

"I know, I know you don't like to. But I'm also happy for this; I know you enjoy taking those photos, and they're an important part of who you are."

You lifted your gaze to meet Spencer's honest eyes.

"Thank you, Walt."

He closed his eyes almost immediately as soon as you called him by that nickname. Leaning his head against the seatback, he opened his eyes, laughing softly.

"You've returned to being yourself. It's good that it wasn't anything bad; I was worried."

You blinked slowly as confirmation. "It's nothing to worry about. Thank you for caring"

You placed hand on his, returning his squeeze.

"I love you, you know..."

And there it was again: your heart outside your chest.

"Yeah" you whispered "I love you too" you added.

And you meant it.

You really did.

Part 3

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Holaaa

3ra pt al best friend blurb con spencer?

Fue re lindo 😭😭

Gracias!!

Awww! Que bueno que te gustó. Hoy me di un tiempo para escribir otra parte del Blurb. Espero que te guste!

We have another Spencer Reid x Bestfriend! Reader blurb. I hope you like it. Remember this is connected with #1 and #2 blurb. I didn't plan to do a whole story line about this but you know if you ask, you shall receive!

Bestfriend Blurb #3

Summary: You and Spencer are colleagues and best friends. Also you are super in love, you are just fools and don't know it yet.

Words: 1k

Warning: go to this link!

Spencer moved through the sea of people thickening at the entrance of the mall, consciously or unconsciously trying to avoid any physical contact. Going to a crowded mall after work wasn't exactly his idea of fun, but he had been craving the ice cream they sold at that italian ice-cream shop both of you had discovered in a secluded corner of the mall. Like him, you also had a problem with sugar that you didn't want to solve. He had invited you a little before leaving Quantico (The team had to work on a Saturday to submit the case they had finished the day before), but with a disappointed look, you had said you already had plans but promised to pick him up tomorrow at his apartment and go for ice cream. Of course, Spencer happily accepted, but that plan didn't mean he wouldn't go to the mall for his three-scoop ice cream today. No, it meant he would have his three-scoop chocolate chip ice cream today and tomorrow, and it would taste even better.

He climbed the escalators, enjoying the fact that he wasn't in a hurry to get anywhere or chasing something urgently. He buried his hands in his pants pockets and took a few steps on the mall's second floor, observing the crowd engrossed in their own affairs, carrying shopping bags, looking at shop windows, and being lured by some perfume sellers. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a couple; he had his arm around the other person's neck as they laughed and carried bags. At that moment, he didn't know why he turned his gaze for a better view, but then he recognized you. He could recognize you with just a blur in his peripheral vision, and maybe just your presence tingling at the back of his neck.

When he saw you, you were smiling from ear to ear, and with your elbow, you playfully hit the man hugging you. He laughed and playfully stepped away from you. You shook your head, but you kept smiling. That scene hurt him more knowing that it wasn't just any man, but Derek.

That pain was accompanied by a pressure in his lower abdomen; he felt small pins digging into his temples and behind his ears. He wanted to run and separate you from Derek. But he also felt stressed; he wanted to run and leave. Suddenly, the good day he had had, along with his desire to eat that delicious ice cream, had vanished. He only saw you, laughing, with the person you had preferred to spend time with instead of Spencer. You had told Spencer that you would pick him up at his house in the morning to eat that ice cream and then go to the park for a walk and maybe kidnap J.J.'s kids to spend the afternoon with them. The prospect of spending a Sunday with you was enough to make Spencer happy his whole Saturday.

He loosened his fists and shook his hands gently in the air, trying to make the sudden sweat on his skin disappear. With a heavy breath and a tense body, he started walking towards the stairs leading to the first floor. He had no right to feel this way; you were his friend, his best friend. He loved you, and you loved him, but as best friends. However, an irrational voice inside him hated the fact that you were laughing with someone else, and someone else had you in their arms, and that person didn't know that you would prefer to eat ice cream from your favorite ice cream shop and go to a video game store to see which Funko Pop you could buy or where you would get inspiration for your costume for the next comic con, than spending your time strolling through the clothing and perfume area carrying Hugo Boss shopping bags. He hated himself because he should have said something to you that afternoon, he should have convinced you to go with him for that ice cream, and you should have thought that ice cream with Spencer was a thousand times better than laughing with Derek in front of a shop window. He just should have...

"Spencer?" he heard your voice behind him, addressing him with a smile. He turned to find you right behind him, lips curved and eyes playful. "I thought you were coming for your ice cream right after work," you added, turning to look at Derek, who was approaching with his bags. "Derek asked me to accompany him shopping. I didn't think I'd come here," you rolled your eyes when you felt Morgan giving your shoulder a playful shove.

"Hey, kid, what are you doing here alone?"

Spencer observed him seriously, trying to fake a relaxed expression so they wouldn't notice the growing anger boiling inside him. Then, his eyes landed on yours. Part of him wanted you to feel guilty, but guilty about what? You weren't doing anything wrong.

"I... came for ice cream," was his succinct response.

Derek looked at him carefully, and his gaze softened when he seemed to understand something that you, of course, were oblivious to.

"Boy, listen, I need your opinion. This young lady next to me says I shouldn't try any of my moves on my date tonight, but the hugging technique is foolproof, you know?"

"Date tonight?" Spencer's heart raced, not understanding. So, this wasn't an official date? Would they both have one tonight...? He was your friend! And this wasn't an exhibition of your photographs; this was a date with a colleague. Why hadn't you wanted to mention that detail to him?

"Yeah. You see, this male specimen is all confident because this new girl he met at a bar a few weeks ago fell for his charms." you added with a sarcastic smile.

"If she did it once, she can fall again, I'm just saying..." Derek tried to defend himself, but you interrupted him.

"I'm just saying that this girl is special and that he shouldn't use the techniques he used before with other girls" you emphasized, looking at Derek beside you, and then your face softened when your eyes returned to Spencer. "Savannah is the sweetest; Derek has been stalking her for days, and I managed to see her LinkedIn profile along with Penelope because he has refused to give much information," you laughed, crossing your arms. "So we proposed to advise him with an attractive outfit and an elegant perfume. Pen used her skills to get him a good table at a quiet restaurant, and this guy must promise to keep his hands to himself and leave the beautiful girl safe and sound in her apartment to ensure another date."

Spencer hesitated, somewhat stunned. He didn't know what to do with those wild jealousy that had taken over his body a minute ago. He had been a fundamental idiot.

"We proposed...?"

You opened your mouth to answer just as a shout from Penelope sounded from one of the perfume stands. The woman was walking on her huge heels with a smile on her face, holding a perfume sample between her fingers.

"This is it! It's perfect! Believe it, darling, you'll smell like some kind of luxury chocolate. She'll want to try it but still won't have enough space on her credit card to afford it. Believe me; she'll want more," Penelope stopped talking when she stood next to Derek and rubbed the perfume sample on Derek's neck, carrying the bags of her purchases in her arms. She stood on her toes to smell it and nodded excitedly. "Oh, this is it; I didn't know you could be more attractive until this perfume."

Derek and you watched her silently, amused, until Penelope became aware of Spencer's presence.

"Oh, Spencer," she murmured. "Have you joined our crusade?"

"No, we just ran into each other," Spencer tried to smile. "I just found out about Derek's date."

"And she's a good girl, dedicated to her work. We need to make this guy shine," Penelope affectionately tapped Derek's shoulder just in time for him to stretch his arm and make the same move he had done minutes before with you, precisely getting the same response; a playful laugh, a denial, and an elbow bumping him away disapprovingly. "Once again; nope. Let's go buy the perfume." Penelope dragged him along with her, looking at you. "Are you coming, sweetheart?"

You took a step towards Spencer and stood by his side, watching them with a smile.

"I think my job here is done. Can you handle it from here?" you asked Pen, who stretched a smile and nodded enthusiastically, bidding you farewell with a wave alongside Derek.

"Thanks, honey!"

You gave Derek a small military salute and smiled at Spencer. You buried your hands in the pockets of your flared jeans and played with the tips of your shoes. For a moment, he thought you would ask about his strange attitude from a few seconds ago, but you wouldn't put him in that kind of tight spot.

"You know? I really want ice cream. Shall we?" you shrugged, waiting for Spencer's response.

He observed you, finally being able to see you for real and not just what his jealousy had allowed him to see. He saw that smile that drove him crazy, and he also saw your cheeks slightly flushed. He saw your colorful sneakers, and he felt the happiness he had felt when he knew he would go for his favorite ice cream and this time wouldn't have to wait until Saturday to spend time with his favorite person. As both walked in comfortable silence, and your arm brushed against Spencer's, he smiled. The green jealousy that had filled his stomach had been replaced by another kind of creatures; these tickled him inside with a feeling of anticipation, but he didn't know why. You gave him a little nudge, which he returned, and after a moment of small courage, Spencer raised his arm behind your back and then pulled your body close to his, hugging your neck, imitating Derek. He made you laugh too; you also shook, but this time you didn't step away.

You continued walking beside him, and Spencer could have sworn you snuggled up.

Part 4

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Criminal Minds

➣ Spencer Reid ⤳The Little Witch Summary: You and Spencer have to deal with the fact that you are tied to each other for the rest of your lives because of certain adorable little witch— or how to co parenting without falling in love. Prologue Chapter 1 "There's my little witch..." Chapter 2 "Matilda already has a mother..." Chapter 3 "I missed you both..." Chapter 4 "Not a luxury but a right..." Chapter 5 "You can trust me..." ⤳Bestfriend! Blurbs The story of how Reader and Spencer find out they're actually very super in love with each other. Chronological order: #1- When he preferred your smile #2- When he proved he knows you well #3 - When he wanted you to choose him #4- When you wanted to make him smile #5- When he loved you and you loved him back #6 (last one)- When you told him and he told you. ⤳Other Requests: 💕Jealous Bestfriend!Reader/ mutual pinning/ idiots in love/ friends to lovers ↪️Spencer helped you to enjoy kid's company/ or Henry and Mike being a couple of little know-it-alls 💕Tall!Reader / established relationship/ Spencer being the best boyfriend 💕Anxious!Reader / established relationship/ Spencer and you handle a panic attack. 💕Must've been the Wind | Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Part 1 | Part 2

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ hi my dear lovies, i’ve decided this year to challenge myself with particpating in kinktober as I chickened out last year. All must be submitted by September 30th and send in soon to claim a day. If anyone wants I will be tagging those that send an ask or message me about it.

Just to clarify I will not be writing any blurbs for misty day, yelena belova or kaz brekker as they are all either confirmed aroace or hinted at throughout the books, comics and film/series'.

character suggestions

marvel cinematic universe: natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, bucky barnes, helmut zemo, monica rambeau.

shadow and bone: alina starkov, the darkling, jesper fahey, inej ghafa.

marauders era: remus lupin, lily evans, mary macdonald, marlene mckinnon, alice fortescue, sirius black, james potter, regulus black and dorcas meadowes.

golden trio era: ginny weasley, luna lovegood, neville longbottom, hermione granger, pansy parkinson, blaise zabini.

american horror story: violet harmon, tate langdon, nora montgomery, kit walker, lana winters, kyle spencer, madison montgomery, zoe benson, jimmy darling, maggie esmerelda, james march, winter anderson, kai anderson.

criminal minds: spencer reid, jennifer jareau, penelope garcia, emily prentiss, luke alves.

kink suggestions

praise, thigh riding, squirting, hate sex, innocence kink, daddy/mommy kink, dacryphilia, sir/master kink, corruption kink, threesome, overstimulation, edging, exhibitionism, voyuerism, biting, knife kink, marking kink, spanking, car sex, somnophilia, degradation, temperature play, cockwarming, possessiveness, size kink, masterbation, breeding kink, safeword, begging, choking, — you can supply your own if you don’t see it listed.

trope/au suggestions

only one bed, criminal, supernatural, neighbour, dilf/milf, mob, bodyguard, ceo, coffee shop, florist, modern, college, royalty, pornstar, mutual pining, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, dadsbestfriend, bestfriends!parent, fairytale, horror/slasher — you can supply your own if you don’t see it listed