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empress-of-hugs · 1 year

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Oops! ...I Did It Again

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“He’s back,” Emily whispered in a sing-song voice as the doors of the bookstore parted to allow passage to a gangly young man. JJ immediatly looked toward the door, hissing at her friend to be quiet. She felt a treacherous blush creep up on her cheeks as he did an awkward little wave and said hello.

JJ swallowed down her nerves and gave him her sweetest smile. “Welcome back!”

“Yeah, er, good to be back?” he almost phrased it as a question and JJ involuntarily chuckled.

“Feel free to browse, I’ll be right here if you have any questions,” she managed to squeeze out the words, barely hearing them over the erratic beating of her heart.

“Er, thank you.” He didn’t say anything more, simply turning into the non-fiction aisle.

JJ took a deep, calming breath. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Emily giving her a sympathetic look. JJ smiled at her, feeling her nerves subside just a little bit because she could share them with Emily. A customer materialized in front of her, and JJ put on her customer service face as she checked the older woman out. In the meantime, her eyes followed the young man through the store as he wandered from section to section, picking up books and placing them back on the shelves. Every once in a while, he’d throw a longing look at the cash register. JJ saw him check the price tag of a book about ancient Egypt before he placed it back on the shelf. She finished up the transaction with her current customer and turned to see if she could help the young man who was now visibly agonizing over the price of a thick book about Irish mythology.

“That’s a good one,” Emily said to him. JJ hadn’t noticed her friend straightening out the books on the aisle next to the young man and startled almost as much as he did. “My friend’s reading it. I’m gonna borrow her copy after she’s done though, it really is expensive.”

He nodded solemnly and placed the book back on the shelf. At the counter, JJ fingered her own copy. It was laying on the shelf just under the fake-marble surface. She read it in between her other duties, since a small bookstore in an all-but abandoned mall didn’t exactly need a two-woman team. But the owner didn’t want them to be alone in the store, so they always worked in pairs. JJ had often wondered if that was why the books here were so much more expensive. She watched as the young man picked up the book again, flipping through the pages one last time before shooting another look at the register. Without thinking, JJ grabbed her own book and held it up, hoping that her smile came out right. She watched his Adam's apple dance as he swallowed before nestling the book in the crook of his arm.

She lost track of him as he disappeared between the shelves again. Soon after, a small group of people all wanted to check out at the same time and JJ could no longer spare the time to look at the young man still roaming the store. Emily moved to stand beside her, opening the other register as they did their best to get through the throng of customers together. Soon enough, they’d all but cleared the lot and Emily smiled at her as her last customer walked away.

JJ’s stomach tied into a tight knot as she suddenly saw the young man again, walking up to the counter. She was too busy checking out an old man with a whole stack of books; he was going to check out his books with Emily. JJ sighed under her breath and focused her attention on the customer in front of her.

She always tried not to judge the people who bought the trashy romance paperbacks from the basket by the door, but it proved hard to ignore the fifteen scantily clad women on the covers of his fifteen books. He made her feel a little uncomfortable as he asked her if she ever wore pretty dresses like the one on the cover of this book here. JJ just shook her head a little as she scanned the barcode.

“Are you sure? You’d look great in something like this.” He held up one of the books and JJ just barely glanced at the picture on the cover. The woman was wearing a pink dress with a split going up all the way on her side, high enough that JJ was pretty sure that the lady wasn't wearing a bra. She shook her head again, taking the book out of his hand so she could put it with the others in the plastic bag. After she sent the old man on his way, JJ glanced around the store. That guy was probably long gone by now. She sighed.

“I’m sorry, he really shouldn’t have asked all that,” a quiet voice called her from her thoughts and she looked up into the face that always managed to brighten her day.

“It’s okay,” she said as she pulled her long hair out of her face. “Some people are like that. I’m used to it.” She carefully looked at the register next to her, but Emily was nowhere to be seen.

“She said she had to go take care of something urgent,” he told her sheepishly as he placed a small stack of books on the counter. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh, no. Not at all!” Relief crashed through her body, making her feel light as a feather. “That’s my job, right?”

“Right,” he said quietly and JJ internally scolded herself for pushing him away.

“I mean, I like my job. You know?” She tried to salvage the conversation.

“I guess you get to see all the new books before they even hit the shelves, huh?” His eyes fondled the YA book that Emily had carelessly left out on the counter. The bookmark was a shirtless picture of Emily’s favorite actor, cut out of a magazine and stuck to a piece of cardstock. JJ swallowed and pushed the book and its embarrassing bookmark aside.

“Yeah. Sometimes we even get a book for free so we can read it and recommend it to people.” She motioned to the book with the insultingly childish-looking cover and the far from childish bookmark. All the books he was checking out were so far out of that book’s league that it made her feel a little dumb for enjoying books like the one Emily was reading.

He nodded politely. “I don’t have much time for fun reading anymore. I kind of miss it sometimes.”

She looked up at him. His expression was unexpectedly soft and he picked up the book Emily was reading, turning it so he could read the synopsis on the back. “Oh, I remember reading the first book of this. I didn’t know it was a series.”

“The second book just came out,” JJ said breathlessly. “Almost a decade after the first one.”

“Yeah,” he sounded excited. “I read the first book as it came out. I really enjoyed it. Is the sequel any good?” He looked at her with warm, happy eyes and JJ couldn’t stop the waterfall of words from falling down her lips.

“It’s amazing! Much better than the first one, even. Louise is convinced that after what happened in the last book, Jean has turned into a bird that flew off with the rest of the flock, and she goes to find him. It’s a bit heavier than the first book, but that is what makes it so great! There’s so many feelings involved and you can really emphasize with Lousie and Ronnie – Ronnie is a new character, by the way, but he’s super cool. He’s kind of like this big nerd, but in a totally amazing way – he knows so much stuff and he’s hyper-rational, which is a beautiful contrast to Louise and the whole quest that they’re on. And she can really rely on him to – I’m sorry,” she finally caught herself. “I’m rambling again, aren’t I?”

He smiled at her, a happy, sincere smile. “No, it’s fine! I have a tendency to ramble on about stuff too.” He hesitated for a moment, looking at the display of books just off to his left. “How much are they?”

“Nineteen-ninety-nine,” JJ said without hesitation. “Do you want one?”

The look on his face soured a little bit as he checked his wallet. “Maybe next time. My paycheck comes in two weeks…”

JJ threw him a sympathetic look. “I feel ya…” She grabbed the books he brought over to the counter and quickly scanned them before putting them into a bag.

The whole time, he just stood there, looking a little awkward as he clearly eyed the books on the display. JJ couldn’t help but see it; the haunted look in his eyes as he weighed his wallet on the palm of his hand.

“You know,” she suddenly said, unsure where the words were coming from, “you’ve been a regular customer for a long time now. Let me take a quick look to see if maybe you qualify for a discount or something.”

His eyes turned to her, careful hope pushed down to their depths and beyond. “You really don’t have to.”

“Oh no, I want to,” she assured him as she quickly typed something into her terminal. “Oh, see? You do qualify for a discount! Tell you what, with the books you’re buying today, if you add the novel, and I add the discount…” she did a quick bit of math in her head. “You’d basically be getting the novel for one dollar. How does that sound?”

He smiled at her, an uncomfortable smile. “Are you sure you can do that?”

“Definitely.” She pushed down her own insecurity and gave him a beaming smile. “And then, next time we see each other, you can tell me if you enjoyed the second part of the series. I heard a rumor that if it sells well enough, they might go for a third installment.”

That might’ve been the words that pushed him over the ledge, JJ mused as the young man reached out and grabbed a copy of the novel. “Alright then,” he said softly. “I’ll read it tonight.”

JJ eyed the thick book as she scanned it and added it to the bag. It had taken her almost two weeks to read it – and she had the luxury of reading on the clock.

>>>...

Spencer breathed a sigh of relief as he left the mall. The cute young woman at the bookstore always made his heart race and his palms go sweaty. But she also made him feel happy, and light, and so, so very awkward. And to top it all off, the bookstore she worked at was always far more expensive than the one near his university campus. Spencer shook his head a little, what did he keep coming over here for? Why put himself through all that? She wasn't any more friendly or kind to him than she was to other customers. She never looked at him the way he secretly looked at her. And yet, every other week he was back here. Spending money that he couldn't really afford to spend just to hope that she'd be the one at the check out. Just so she would smile at him. At least this time he'd apparantly qualified for a discount. His overflowing bookshelves were good for something after all.

He lifted the stately-purple bag with the pretentious logo and searched in between the heavy books for a piece of flimsy paper. After a few moments of searching, he found it. Spencer carefully fished the receipt out of the bag. His eyes searched for the discount code that she'd written down for him. She'd told him it was good until the end of the semester and it had no limit on how often he could use it. Spencer didn't know much about marketing and such, but he did realize this was an unlikely kind of promotion. She must've made a mistake somehow.

His eyes ran down the lines of overpriced books until he found the word 'discount'. Something felt off, and Spencer's eyes were drawn to the word before it. 'Employee discount' it read. '15%'.

Spencer blinked. His eyes traveled down toward the end of the receipt. It said he'd been served by 'JJ'. And to 'have a pleasant day'. Lower still, just above JJ's beautiful, rounded handwriting, it said: 'Employee discount applied. Employee #164075. Jennifer Jareau.' Underneath it, she had scribbled a phone number, followed by the words 'call me'.

The rest of Spencer’s day was spent agonizing over JJ’s note. He tried to talk to his roommate about it, but Derek didn’t seem very interested. He’d taken just a quick look at the receipt before telling Spencer to ‘call the girl’. But how could he possibly do that? He must be misunderstanding something. There was no way anyone that cute would be interested in him of all people.

By the time he finished his dinner and left the dining hall, Spencer had just about decided that he could never show his face at that bookstore again. His wallet would thank him. His heart already ached with an emptiness he couldn’t quite understand.

“Hey there, Pretty Boy!” An arm came to rest around his shoulders as Derek caught up with him. Next to him walked Penelope, Derek’s best friend who he swore he wasn’t sleeping with. Yet at least a few times a month, Derek would be a no show at their dorm room after going to hang out with Penelope during the evening.

“Derek told me about receipt-girl,” Penelope said, wrapping her colorful shawl around her shoulders a little tighter. “You should totally call her.”

“I dunno, guys…” Spencer said softly. “She’s way out of my league…”

“So what?” Derek smiled at him. “She chose to give you her number, didn’t she?”

“I suppose so…”

“You dummy,” Penelope cut in. “She clearly wants you to call her. So call her. Chicken.”

Spencer threw her a mock frown. “Hey…!”

Derek mocked him further by making a few clucking sounds and Spencer felt himself pull back. “I just don’t know what to say, guys…” he whispered softly.

Penelope shot him a reassuring look. “Just say hello. Hi, my name’s Spencer. I’m the cutie you gave your number to at the bookstore. The one that wears these god awful knitted vests all year round. Yeah, that guy. I promise my lack of fashion sense has not yet contaminated any of the other parts of my brain – in fact, I’m so smart that I read your damn book over dinner.”

“Hey!” Spencer called out, feeling genuinely hurt by her words. “My mom knitted this for me! And also, I haven't finished the book yet. I still have a few pages left.” He hugged the novel tightly to his chest with both arms as he shot his only two friends a pained look.

“I’m sorry,” Penelope said, and she seemed to mean at least some of that. “But I doubt you didn’t finish it yet.”

“Like I said, I have a few pages left…” Spencer didn’t explain that this was only because he somehow felt that finishing the book would push him further away from that beautiful person who’d encouraged him to buy it. It didn’t make any sense to him, either. And Derek and Penelope definitely wouldn’t understand.

“Lemme see,” Derek suddenly said – his hand already taking the book out of Spencer’s hand. “A Bird’s Cry,” he read out loud. “Is it good?”

Spencer pulled a face. “The first book was great. Back when I was eight…”

“Ah…” Derek chuckled a little. “Worried she’s not smart enough for you?”

It was painful to hear him pinpoint Spencer’s biggest fear just like that. Spencer swallowed. His eyes studied Derek’s face. Derek’s eyes searched his face. Eventually, Derek sighed.

“Look, Kid… I dunno what to tell you. But she seems like a nice girl, right? Go take her out for some coffee or something, see if you have anything more in common. That’s the least you could do after she put herself out there like that.”

Spencer shook his head. “I can’t…”

Behind Derek, Penelope rolled her eyes. “It’s coffee, Spencer. You love coffee.”

“I do.” Spencer nodded. “And honestly, I’d love to take her out for coffee. I’d love nothing more than to talk to her – even if I have no idea what to talk about.”

“Just…” Derek slid a hand across his closely cropped hair. “Just… compliment her shirt. Don’t stare at it, though. And… and maybe ask her what she thought of the book. Or, if you don’t want her to find out you thought it was boring, talk about… I dunno…”

“Irish mythology? She was reading the same book I bought.”

“She was reading an Irish mythology book?” Derek deadpanned. “A book that you bought because you were interested in it?”

“Yeah…”

“Then why did you buy this one, you dimwit?” He gently bonked Spencer on the head with the thick paperback.

“Because… I dunno. I have good memories of the first book. My mom read it to me.”

He watched as Derek and Penelope exchanged a Look. Then, Penelope looked back at him. “Alright. So. You talk about Irish mythology. Sure. And compliment her shirt. Or her earrings. Or her necklace. Don’t do all of it. That’s kind of creepy. By then, knowing you, you should’ve probably finished about five cups of coffee and it’s time to let the poor girl go home to recover from your caffeine-fueled frenzy. And then, if you still like her, you ask her to grab some lunch come Saturday. It’s that easy.”

Spencer helplessly shook his head. “It’s not. I can do the complimenting, I practiced that with my mom.” He ignored the slightly awkward look the other two exchanged and soldiered on. “And I can talk about Irish mythology as much or as little as she’d like. And there’s plenty of other things I’m sure we can talk about, but I just can’t do it.”

Derek’s sigh seemed to come from somewhere around his toes. “Alright, I’ll bite. What’s the actual problem then?”

Spencer bit his lip for a moment before shyly looking up to meet his friends’ gaze. “I just spent my entire food budget on books. Again.”

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ddejavvu · 8 months

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m.list - spencer reid (cont.)

masterlist #1

doctor!spencer | 2 | 3 | 4

sub!stepbro!spencer | 2

you and spencer have matching bracelets

spencer + enemies to lovers

professor!spencer

spencer x librarian!reader

spencer + best friends to lovers

doing an escape room with spencer

spencer sees your nipple piercings

you back out of sex with spencer

you ramble to spencer

you play with spencer's hair

spencer takes you on a first date

spencer wants to stay in with you

spencer sees you in a corset

your home life with spencer

spencer x bimbo!reader | 2

superhero!spencer x reader

spencer kisses you in the field

roommate!spencer x reader

spencer's bad at bowling

personal trainer!spencer

spencer spoiling you

museum date with spencer

getting high with college!spencer

you protect spencer from a bump to the head

spencer + enemies to lovers

spencer writes you poems

fuckboy!spencer

unit chief!spencer letting you sleep in his office

stalker!reid | 2

spencer takes you on a rainy day picnic

you and spencer fake date

spencer + spanking + dacryphilia

you meet spencer's mom

dancing with spencer at your wedding

watching a foreign film with spencer

you handcuff yourself to spencer's bed

you tease spencer on a long drive

spencer makes you wear his tie

dog hybrid!spencer

spencer's a terrible cook

you and spencer have a food fight

spencer's happy to indulge your oral fixation

spencer + overstimulation

perv!roommate!spencer

sugar daddy!spencer

spencer + casual dominance

ghostface!unsub!reid

bath sex with reid

you move in with spencer

spencer likes calling you his wife

transfem!spencer

spencer + soulmate au

spencer has flowers delivered to your work

your first christmas with spencer as parents

spencer doubts his bedroom abilities

dbf!spencer | 2

spencer's touch starved / you're touch starved

derek recognizes camgirl!reader when spencer introduces her as his girlfriend

spencer keeps an eye out for your health

spencer helps you stop biting your cuticles

spencer drunk rambles about you

you accidentally scratch spencer's face

you're an old friend of spencer's

spencer can't focus around you

your first 'i love you' with spencer

spencer's a stay at home dad

spencer helps you stop scratching yourself

you're an artist and spencer's your muse

playing strip poker with spencer

spencer can't pick up what you're putting down

you get 'stuck' and roommate!spencer helps you

spencer + body worship

spencer's bad at complimenting you

spencer's tired of his coworkers' teasing

you gift spencer a boudoir shoot for his birthday

you laugh at spencer's jokes

spencer observes your unorthodox method of studying

spencer stumbles over asking you out

you and spencer find out you're having twins

you kiss spencer on the cheek

spencer catches you when you faint

spiderman!spencer

spencer x fairy!reader

spencer's too rough and you feel it in the morning

spencer tries out pet names on you

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 2 months

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New Horizons

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Deaf!Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You were born deaf in a family that can hear. They've adapted to make you feel like part of the family. Spencer met you and learned sign language for you. Now you get a chance to join their world. Will you take it?

Square Filled: deaf au for @spencerreidbingo

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

The bacon in the pan on the stove slowly turns crispy brown the longer it sits in the grease. The food smells amazing as does most food. You have a very sensitive nose and acute vision. Spencer likes to quiz you on what he has in his lunch bag without opening it just to see if you can smell what’s in there.

You look to the right and see Spencer pace the length of the living room with his phone to his ear. His mouth moves but no noise comes out of it. The bacon cooks but no noise comes from the sizzling. The coffee machine blinks rapidly to let you know that it’s done brewing but no noise comes from it. Spencer’s face scrunches up in frustration as he becomes more animated on the phone. Man, there’s nothing you wouldn’t give to hear the sound of his voice.

You’ve never heard anything make noise a day in your life. You’re deaf and have been since birth. Your entire family is hearing so you’re not sure where you got your deafness from. Is it even hereditary? Is it just a malfunction? You’re not exactly sure why you’re deaf and none of your family is, but it’s been a wild ride, to say the least.

The natural thing to do as a human is to express your emotions through words, but you can’t do that. Because you’ve never been able to hear, you never got the chance to learn how to speak. You’re an adult and don’t know how to speak. It hurt you sometimes knowing Spencer got to do something you’d never be able to do.

To express how you’re feeling, you took up painting and drawing at a very young age. To experiment with different colors and brushes, to create something to express how you’re feeling felt good. It felt so good that you wanted to provide that to other people who had a hard time expressing through words.

When you got out of college, you started a business of being an art teacher for deaf and hard-of-hearing people. Hearing people can join your class, obviously, but the target audience is people with a hearing disability. It’s gotten more popular over the years, so you have your own studio right down the road from your apartment.

If you’ve learned one thing about being deaf is that you’re not going to let it hinder your life in any way. The same thing goes for your relationship with Spencer.

When you met him, he was passing by your studio and thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world. Truly shining in your element. He learned very quickly that you were deaf but that didn’t stop him from wanting to get to know you. He never had the desire to learn Sign Language until he met you. That night, he studied the language and practiced signing so he would be able to talk to you.

Naturally, he picked the skill up quickly.

He asked you on a date that very next day. It was impressive to know someone who didn’t know a single thing about Sign Language only to come to you the next day and know enough to have a conversation. He didn’t know everything so you helped him where you could; he was being so cute about it.

No one has ever gone through so much trouble just to talk to you. Most people would either write what they want to say or not bother talking to you at all. Not Spencer. He put in the effort.

That’s how you knew he was the one.

He came by your studio every day until he convinced you that living together was the best thing. He lives pretty close to his job at the BAU but moved in with you which puts an extra thirty minutes on his commute every morning. He gave up living where he was just to be with you because it was easier for you to be close to your studio.

You fell for him and fell hard. Plus, he loves having all of your artwork in the apartment. It’s very colorful and expressive, and that’s how he knows how you feel. He’d never want to put a limit on what you can create, and you’d never want to leave his life dull and colorless.

Your disability has never come between you, but now you have a choice to make.

Your parents called you yesterday over video chat to tell you they have the money to give you surgery for a cochlear implant… if you want it. You’d finally be able to hear. You’d finally be able to be just like everyone else. It’s not a decision you can make lightly because there is so much weight behind it.

The deaf community has done so much for your life; you love what it stands for. It’s a community that constantly proves itself worthy against a world that thinks so negatively about it. Some of your bestest friends are deaf, and they’re wonderful people. Just because someone can’t hear, doesn’t make them any less of a person.

Taking this surgery feels like a cop-out like you’re just looking for a way to escape the deaf community and take the easy way out. It’s not like that at all. You’d never want to be separated from a culture that is so diverse and so beautiful, but you’d have a shot at being able to hear. It’s something you’d always wanted for yourself even if you couldn’t admit it.

You’d finally be able to hear bacon pop and sizzle. You’d be able to hear your mom laugh at one of your dad’s corny jokes. You’d get to hear Spencer’s voice. How can you accept a surgery like this and not feel like you’re abandoning a culture that cared for you? You’re more than capable of living a happy and successful life without being able to hear but does that mean you should? That you want to?

Spencer gets off the phone and sees you staring into the pan of bacon in thought. He walks over to you and makes sure you can see him instead of sneaking up on you. He doesn’t know how many times he’s approached you without you knowing he was there. You snap out of your own thoughts and look at him.

What’s wrong? He signs.

I can’t stop thinking of what my parents said.

Are you having doubts? You shrug. It doesn't matter if you can hear or not. I fell in love with you and will support you in whatever you want to do.

Damn, you really got lucky to be with a man like Spencer. You take the bacon off the pan and plate it, but you don’t move to eat it.

I know. Thank you.

I have to go to work, but I will see you afterward.

He leans in and kisses you, making it last a few seconds longer than usual. When he pulls away, he smiles at your dazed look. He makes you feel things you never knew a man could make you feel. He mouths, “I love you” and you mouth it right back to him. He leaves the apartment soon after, and you rush over to the small balcony you have that overlooks the busy street below.

Spencer walks away from the apartment and to the nearest bus stop which is at the end of the street. The bus comes ten minutes later and takes him to work, but you don’t leave your spot on the balcony. People bust their asses to get to where they need to go unbeknownst that you’re watching them from above.

There are two mothers by the bus stop who have children with them who look to be crying. They dig through their bags for some food to ease their child’s discomfort. Across the street is a couple that looks to be arguing. You can tell by the angry look on the woman’s face and the desperate look on her partner’s face. Kids play basketball in the park next to the bus stop. People walk their dogs who bark at other dogs they see.

The bustling city below and you have an opportunity to hear all of it.

If you’re going to get the surgery, you want it for yourself and no one else. You don’t want to be doing this for anyone but yourself. You want to be able to hear and listen to movies instead of reading them. You want to be able to listen to music instead of feeling them. You want to be able to listen to Spencer when he talks instead of reading his hands.

So, you get it. You get the surgery.

When you wake up, your whole family is waiting for you in your hospital room. Your head is in major pain from where they cut into you to place the cochlear implant. There is a device that will stick to the side of your head like a magnet that will communicate to the implant in your head so that you can hear the world around you.

The doctor comes in with the device and explains to you that once he places it on, he’ll calibrate it and turn it on. Your entire family is silent as he does this because they don’t want to bombard you with noise after living a life of no noise. Your mom looks at the doctor who nods as soon as the device is turned on.

The first thing you hear is the ticking of the machine next to you. The next thing you hear is the fluorescent bulbs in the lights above buzzing. Everything is heightened after never having the sense. Your mother steps forward and grabs your hands with a smile on her face.

“Can you hear me?” she asks.

You don’t understand what she is saying but hearing her voice for the first time brings tears rolling down your cheeks. She lets go of your hands and signs at the same time she talks so you at least know what she’s saying.

“Can you hear me?” You nod eagerly. She then signs your name. “Your name is Y/N.”

This is so overwhelming for you. Your body has never felt this high before. Your family takes turns signing and speaking to you, and you never stop crying once. Your mom laughs and you look at her with all the love in the world. Her laugh is so beautiful.

“Do you want to see Spencer?” your mom asks and signs at the same time.

You nod eagerly and she steps into the hallway to bring him in. He’s kind of nervous. What if you don’t like his voice? What if you hate it? What if you only love him because he never talked? You can practically see the thoughts he’s having so you reach out for him. Your family shuffles out of the room to give you two some alone time while they talk to the doctor in the hallway. He takes your hand and rubs the back of it with his thumb.

Speak to me, you sign.

“Can you hear me?” he signs and asks. A new wave of tears comes rushing out. Fuck, his voice is so beautiful. “My name is Spencer.”

Your voice sounds like a sunset, you sign with a teary smile.

“I love you,” he signs and says.

Wow, so that’s what that sounds like.

I love you, you sign back.

You’re ready to start this next chapter of your life with Spencer by your side.

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ma1dita · 1 month

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✩°｡⋆mischiefmoons' 1k celebration⋆｡°✩

i just hit 1.5k but let’s not talk about how overdue this list is lmfao—just wanted to say an absolute thank you from the bottom of my heart to this online community of friends that i’ve found in the past 6 months. you guys make me brave to post my deepest thoughts and craziest creations and the little corner i take up is overfilling with love for all the unhinged comments and chats that genuinely have made my life better during this little postgrad gap year. to many more!

i wanted to gather a list of creations by some of the most talented people i share this lovely space with, some friends, others people i idolize—please support them as well and show them the love you all have shown me!

luke castellan

poisoned mercury (series)- @wlntrsldler (camprock!au luke castellan x fem!reader)

three weeks - @too-deviant (luke castellan x apollo!reader)

spill ur guts / we’ll write sins not tragedies (series) - @kamaluhkhan (luke castellan x nemesis!reader, some mdni)

the jubilee recollection (series) - @klineinie (luke castellan x aristaeus!reader)

you don’t know me - @kestisvrse (spidey!luke castellan x reader)

freaky friday - @too-deviant (luke castellan x reader)

sleepy girl - @sovksluv (luke castellan x hypnos!reader)

rotten to the touch (series) - @supercutszns (luke castellan x reader, suggestive)

the search for glory - @sunsburns (luke castellan x ares!reader, suggestive)

other men seared into my brain

jupiter was supposed to be a star, but failed - @delicrieux (regulus black x reader)

hunger - @perlelune (coriolanus snow x reader, mdni)

truculent (series) - @theoldsports (coriolanus snow x reader, mdni)

second son (series) - @cherryslyce (regulus black x reader)

i know it when i see it (series) - @bageldaddy (pornstar!joel miller x reader, mdni)

ever since new york (series)- @eideticmemory (college!mgg x reader, mdni)

rocks at your window (series)- @fbfh (ricky bowen x reader, some mdni)

adhd chronicles (series)- @hotchfiles (aaron hotchner x reader)

statuesque lovers - @e1dritchjackal0pe (farleigh start x reader, mdni)

american teenager (series) - @lanascinnamongirls (spencer reid x bau!reader)

we could be love (series) - @hotchfiles (aaron hotchner x rossi!reader)

treacherous (series) - @moonlightspencie (remus lupin x reader)

labeled these to the best of my ability and my goldfish brain of a memory but remember, you are responsible for your own consumption

#jo's 1k celebration!#luke castellan x reader #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #ricky bowen x reader #regulus black x reader #remus lupin x reader #farleigh start x reader #matthew gray gubler x reader

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virginsexgod69 · 3 months

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The Walking Dead🪽

♱ 18+ Here for You - Rick Grimes x f!Reader smut + angst

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summary After Lori's death, you're there to comfort Rick in any way he needs. Set in season 3 in the prison after Lori's death

♱ 18+ Seclusion - Daryl Dixon x f!Reader series eventual smut + eventual romance + fluff + angst + hurt/comfort

summary Alone in the forest and separated from his group, Daryl comes across your cabin. To make up for accidentally shooting him, you take him in and patch him up. After finding out how disconnected you are from reality, Daryl pays back the favor by preparing you for the real world.

TL;DR Just you and Daryl in a secluded cabin in the middle of nowhere.

♱ 18+ Bribery - Shane Walsh and Rick Grimes x f!Reader smut

summary Rick and Shane catch you stealing and you do what it takes to convince them not to arrest you.

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♱ 18+ Special - Rick Grimes x Reader smut (requested)

summary You give Rick a very special day.

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♱ 18+ Laundry Day - Daryl Dixon x f!Reader smut

summary A laundry mishap leads to dreams coming true

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♱ Taking Care - Shane Walsh x f!Reader (requested)

summary Instead of robbing you, Shane decides to bring you back to the prison to take care of Judith but you end up taking care of him too.

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♱ 18+ Sweetheart - Rick Grimes x f!Reader (requested)

summary 2 months after Lori's death, you and Rick start hooking up, but that comes to a stop when he calls you the wrong name. He does everything he can to be yours again.

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♱ 18+ Oasis - Daryl Dixon xf!Reader (requested)

summary Daryl makes you squirt for the first time

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♱ 18+ Video Star - Negan Smith x f!Reader

summary You and Negan make a sex tape

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♱ 18+ V-Card - Daryl Dixon x virgin!fem!Reader (requested)

summary After relentlessly teasing him, Daryl finally takes your virginity

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♱ 18+ Yes, Professor Grimes -A college/ university AU featuring Professors Grimes and Dixon and Coach Negan

Criminal Minds🪽

♱ 18+ You're Under Arrest - Spencer Reid x f!Reader smut

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summary Derek hires a stripper for Spencer's birthday party as a joke, but Spencer surprisingly ends up enjoying it.

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justawritterwithideas · 1 year

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✩ the super masterlist ✩

» hello! here you can find a list of all the au’s I’ve created, it will be constantly being remodeled to make it more according to my taste. feel free to take a look at it, thanks!

» ¡hola! aquí puedes encontrar una lista de todas las au’s que he creado, constantemente estará en remodelación para hacerlo lo más acorde a mi gusto. sientete libre de poder echarle un vistazo, ¡gracias!

a lot of love, alme. ❀ You can also read me...

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞! | 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 | 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 | 𝐀𝐬𝐤/𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ༄

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶

⭒ 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 ⭒ (one shot's)

who's your daddy? (s.r) summary: After a long day's work, the BAU returns to the head office where they find a stroller with a small baby sleeping and a child very determined to surprise his father… But who's his father?

the green dress effect (s.r) summary: skirts were never to your liking and didn't work for you, until penelope convinces you to try one, and wow, do they work.

damn, he's so cute (s.r) summary: Spencer returns home and the last thing he expects to hear is that his partner is fangirling about someone else besides him.

⭑ 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 ⭑ (one shot's)

favorite student (s.r) summary: after the arrival of a new semester, y/n decides to attend Professor Reid's classes and get to know him better.

☽ series ☾

boy wonder and the rockstar (s.r) part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - ? summary: Spencer and Y/N meet in college after a book search, creating a friendship where opposites attract. But Spencer has to move across the country to pursue his happiness and completely loses contact with Y/N. What if fate decides it's time to meet after 15 years and with a crazy stalker in between? Spencer won't lose to fate again and will do anything in his power to protect Y/N.

law in pink (s.r) part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - ? summary: when the BAU needs an extra helping hand, Washington decides to send the best of the best, but what they didn't expect was to see... pink.

#criminal minds #masterlist #spencer reid

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wintersoldierslover · 2 years

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my fic recs masterlist

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Bucky Barnes:

all bucky barnes

headcanon - blurb - one-shot - series

dbf!bucky - brothers bff - bff’s brother

neighbour - housewife reader

lumberjack - firefighter - bodyguard

priest bucky - college

football player - hockey player - boxer

professor - teacher - librarian/bookshop

coffee shop - soulmate - royal

other AUs - taboo

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Stranger Things characters:

all eddie munson - all steve harrington

eddie and steve (x reader)

billy hargrove - jason carver - mike wheeler

dmitri enzo antonov - jim hopper

robin buckley - nancy wheeler

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Outer Banks Characters:

all Rafe Cameron

all JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)

Pope Heyward - Topper Thorton

John B. - Sarah Cameron

Kiara Carrera

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Marvel characters:

Wanda Maximoff - Kate Bishop

Natasha Romanoff - Yelena Belova

Peter Parker - Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers - Stephen Strange

Frank Castle - Matt Murdock

Moon knight - Steven Grant

Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton

Loki Laufeyson - Druig

Eddie Brock - Miles Morales

Miguel O’hara - Hobie Brown

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Harry Potter characters:

Sirius Black - Remus Lupin

James Potter - Poly!Marauders

Lily potter - Cedric Diggory

George Weasley - Fred Weasley

Severus Snape - Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:

neteyam - aonung - lo’ak

rotxo - kiri - spider

jake sully - neytiri - tsu’tey

tonowari - ronal - colonel quaritch

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Top Gun chracters:

Fanboy - Hangman - Rooster - Bob

Iceman

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Wednesday characters:

Xavier Thorpe - Ajax Petropolus

Wednesday Addams - Divina

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Bridgerton characters:

Anthony Bridgerton - Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

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Criminal Minds characters:

Spencer Reid - Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

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The Last of Us characters:

Joel Miller - Ellie Williams

Abby Anderson

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The Devil All The Time characters:

Tommy Matson - Lee Bodecker

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Uncharted characters:

Nate Drake - Sam Drake

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Euphoria characters:

Elliot (Euphoria) - Fezco

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On My Block characters:

Mario Martinez - Oscar Diaz

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Modern Family characters:

Luke Dunphy - Alex Dunphy

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Ted Lasso:

Roy Kent - Jamie Tartt

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NHL players:

Matthew Ktachuk - Trevor Zegras

Nolan Patrick - Tyler Seguin

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Actors:

Sebastian Stan - Joseph Quinn

Jamie Campbell Bower - Danny Ramirez

Drew Starkey - Rudy Pankow

Ben Hardy - Bella Ramsey

Jenna Ortega

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Miscellaneous characters:

Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz - Marcus Baker

Rodrick Heffley - Hunter Sylvester

Lloyd Hansen - Ari Levinson

Nick Fowler - Tangerine

Rhett Abbott - Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’

Colin (Not Okay) - Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)

Ash (No Exit) - James Maguire (Derby Girls)

Jake Peralta - Nick Miller - Brian O’conner

Anakin Skywalker - Bruno Madrigal

Tadashi Hamada - Kakashi Hatake

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Miscellaneous real people:

Billie Eilish - AEW Hook

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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3

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mrs-dr-reid · 19 days

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Betting on the Right Horse

Chapter One: A Goodbye Brings A Hello

Chapter Summary: Reader goes back to Horseshoe Ridge, Colorado after many years away for her uncle Jason Gideon’s funeral, and she learns that while she is the main beneficiary and inheritor of his horse ranch, she has shared ownership with Spencer Reid: her uncle’s protegée, and she’s PISSED.

Word Count: 4013

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, tw death/funerals, tw grief, tw food/eating/drinking, Spencer Reid being a little bit of an OOC asswagon (unless you're familiar with the dilaudid arc), Reader being a teensy bit entitled

A/N: Ayyyyy, welcome to my first slow burn AU series! A big shout out to all my fellow writers in the discord server I’m in for helping me outline this series and figure out the plot (and also letting me yell at them about this fic in general)!

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I honestly couldn’t believe it when I got the call. I was just getting home from work when a number I didn’t recognize showed up on my screen, and when I answered, it was my Uncle Jason’s friend Dave (who I vaguely remembered from when I was younger) telling me that he passed away the night prior due to heart failure. I almost dropped everything onto the floor of my apartment, because I hadn’t talked to Uncle Jason in a while, and now he’s gone and I’ll never get another chance.

Dave told me all of the details for Uncle Jason’s funeral, then offered his condolences before hanging up, and I had to go sit down and collect my thoughts and feelings. I practically grew up on Uncle Jason’s horse ranch, Sparrow Creek, and it was one of my favorite places in the whole world, especially the little town of Horseshoe Ridge, Colorado where it was located and all the people in it, and now I regret not going to visit as much once I went off to college.

I immediately called my boss and told her I’d be taking the next few days off to go to the funeral, even though it was VERY last minute. Thankfully, she was very understanding and told me to take as much time as I needed (something about a bereavement period, I honestly don’t know what she said after she told me it was okay for me to take off work because I couldn’t hear her over the blood rushing in my ears). After I hung up, I dragged my suitcase out of the hallway closet and started packing while simultaneously booking the first flight out to Colorado I could find on my laptop. I dug around in my closet and found my old riding boots, and was happy to discover that they still fit, so I stuck them in my suitcase just in case there was an opportunity to go riding while I was out there.

Once my suitcase and my carry-on bag were packed, I grabbed my keys, shut off my lights, and then headed back out to my car and to the airport, where I was thankfully able to get some work done on my laptop while waiting for my flight so I wasn’t atrociously behind once I got back. Once I landed at the Denver airport, I ordered an Uber to take me to the ranch, and after I was dropped off, a wave of nostalgia washed over me as I looked up at the wrought iron gate with the logo of a sparrow flying over a babbling brook branded into it.

A taller Asian man in a cowboy hat, worn-out jeans, scuffed-up boots, and a button-up shirt rolled up to his elbows saw me standing there as he walked by and called out, “Can I help you, Ma’am?”, so I snapped out of my reverie and said, “Oh! Yeah, sorry. I’m Y/N L/N, Jason Gideon’s niece. I’m here for the funeral this weekend?”, which made him say, “Wait, Y/N/N? It’s me, Matt!”, as he walked over to me. My jaw dropped open and I said, “Matt Simmons?! No way, how are you?”, as I let him pull me into a hug (I taught him how to ride equestrian style when we were kids).

He said, “I’m good! Gideon hired me as a ranch hand a few years ago, I got married a little bit after that, and we’ve got two boys with twin girls on the way,” which made my eyebrows fly up to my hairline before I said, “Wow. You’ve been busy,” making him chuckle and say, “Yeah, I guess I have. Anyways, I’m sorry for your loss. Gideon was a good man, and it was an honor working for him,” the conversation suddenly turning serious.

I let out a melancholy sigh and said, “Yeah, he was the best. A teensy bit eccentric, but I’m gonna miss him. I regret not coming to visit for so long now that he’s gone,” tears starting to well up in my eyes. Matt rubbed my arm comfortingly, then said, “Well, I should probably bring your stuff to your old room, then maybe I can give you a tour? A lot of stuff has changed since the last time you were in town,” so I wiped my eyes, put on the closest thing to a smile I could muster, and said, “Yeah, I’d like that,” before following him up the path to the ranch house.

Once my stuff was situated in the room I always stayed in when I came to visit (it hadn’t changed at all since I was here last), Matt showed me around the ranch and pointed out everything that had changed, and I had to admit it looked amazing. The stables had been extended within the last year to make room for more horses, a horseshoe of cabins had been added to the west side of the property to accommodate dude ranch guests, the training arena and paddock had doubled in size, and the stalls themselves had been updated to be a bit bigger and more comfortable for the horses.

We circled back to the stables just as another darker-skinned man (also in a cowboy hat) came trotting over to us on a beautiful Tovero Paint, and he said, “Hey, Matt! Who’s the lady?”, as he dismounted. Matt said, “Hey, Luke. This is Y/N L/N, Gideon’s niece. Y/N, this is Luke Alvez, one of the ranch hands, and this is Raven, one of our newer mares,” while gesturing to each of them. I stroked her nose and said, “She’s beautiful. Are all of the horses still named after birds?”, so Luke chuckled and replied, “Oh yeah, that’s never going to change. And I don’t know if you remember the town lawyer Hotch, but he just inherited his dad’s old ranch a couple of years ago, and his wife secretly named all of the horses after fictional lawyers,” which made me burst out laughing before I said, “Oh my god, really?!”

Matt let out a snort before he said, “Yup. And he only figured it out a month ago, because Emily’s horse misbehaved and she accidentally said, ‘Miss Elle Woods, you should be ashamed of yourself!’, in front of him,” which only made me laugh harder. Luke said, “At least we don’t name them after different types of pasta like Rossi does,” making me say, “Oh, I would constantly be hungry if I was over there,” earning nods of agreement from the men and a whinny from Raven. I turned to Matt and said, “Are Nelson and Chickadee still around? They were my favorites when I was younger,” so he nodded and said, “Yep. They mostly do trail rides for the less experienced riders nowadays, but they’re still here. Wanna go see them?”, which made a giant grin spread across my face before I said, “Yes!”, and Matt lead me to their stalls after we bid our goodbyes to Luke and Raven.

I approached Nelson first, and I said, “Hey, Big Guy! I’m not sure if you remember me, but I certainly remember you!”, while holding out my hand for him to sniff. He snorted happily and nuzzled against my hand once I started scratching his nose, and Matt said, “I think he remembers you,” which made me smile while I continued stroking him. Chickadee huffed indignantly from her stall, so I walked over to her and said, “Oh, I’d never forget about you, Pretty Girl!”, as she nuzzled my hand in a very self-satisfied manner.

Matt said, “There are a couple more horses that weren’t here last time if you wanted to meet them too,” which made me shoot him a look before I jokingly said, “I can’t believe you’d ever think I didn’t want to meet a new horse,” earning me a playful eye-roll from Matt before I was introduced to his horse, Robin the Clydesdale, and the rest of the trail horses: Puffin the Norwegian Fjord, Starling the Tennessee Walking Horse, Eagle the Off The Track Thoroughbred, and Falcon the Hanoverian. We exited the stables, and Matt said, “Well, you probably want to try and settle in before the funeral tomorrow, so I’m gonna get back to work,” so I nodded and said, “Yeah, yeah, definitely. See you tomorrow, and thanks again for the tour,” which made him tip his hat at me with a wink before walking off.

When I made it back to my room, I flopped onto the bed and had to take a breather. I tried to settle my mind by unpacking my bags and hanging my clothes up in the closet to get some of the wrinkles out (fingers crossed), but then I saw a picture of me at age 11 sitting on Nelson’s back and Uncle Jason holding the reigns and smiling up at me proudly, and tears instantly came to my eyes. I grabbed the picture frame off of the dresser, and I whispered, “I’m gonna miss you, Uncle Jason. I’m sorry I didn’t keep in touch,” before setting it back down and getting out my phone to order dinner. I quickly figured out DoorDash wasn’t really a thing in Horseshoe Ridge, but thankfully I remembered that Uncle Jason kept a whole drawer of delivery menus next to the fridge. Once that was squared away, I got into my pajamas, ate my dinner once it arrived, and then called it a night.

At the funeral, I sat next to Matt and his family since I didn’t know anybody else there, and listened with tears in my eyes as Dave gave the eulogy. I was invited up to say a few words, so I kept it short and sweet (mostly to avoid crying in front of a room full of strangers) and said, “My Uncle Jason was one of the best people I’ve ever known. As Dave said, he was selfless, intelligent, and had one of the biggest hearts I’ve ever seen. He’ll be dearly missed, and I sincerely regret not coming to visit more often,” before nodding in thanks and sitting back down, Matt rubbing my shoulder encouragingly as I did so.

At the reception, I was making small talk with the perky blonde woman Luke introduced to me as his girlfriend Penelope when Matt came up to us and said, “Hey, Y/N/N! I wanted to introduce you to Dr. Spencer Reid. Spencer, this is Y/N L/N, Gideon’s niece,” and then I looked at who he’d gestured to, and my heart skipped a beat because I was looking at a man at least 6 inches taller than me in a well-tailored suit with wild brown curls, stubble decorating his jaw in a way that somehow didn’t look disheveled, and honey brown eyes that made me feel like I was going to melt into the floor. I was broken out of my reverie when the man said, “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. Gideon talked about you a lot,” but he didn’t stick out a hand to shake.

I shrugged it off as some germaphobe thing, then I said, “It’s nice to meet you as well, Spencer. How did you know my uncle?”, and he replied, “He guest lectured at my university a lot, and I’d always wanted to be a cowboy growing up, so once I graduated, he took me under his wing and showed me the ins and outs of running a ranch. He even made me the foreman a couple of years back,” making me nod understandingly. A thought occurred to me, and I said, “I’m sorry, Matt said you were a doctor, but you don’t look that much older than me. Are you some kind of genius or something?”, which made him shove his hands into his pockets and say, “I have three Ph.D’s in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering. I also have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, and I can read 20,000 words per minute, so yes, I guess I’m what is considered to be a genius,” in a tone that could be easily interpreted as nonchalant or arrogant.

I decided to go with the first option and say, “Impressive. Anyways, it was really nice to meet you, but you’ll have to excuse me. I need a refill and a snack,” while holding up my nearly empty wine glass in a pointed way. The corner of his mouth quirked up, and he said, “Likewise,” before nodding and wandering off. I smiled in a confused manner as I watched him go, then said, “He’s… peculiar. I can see why Uncle Jason liked him,” which made Matt let out a snort and say, “He’s one of the only people who could beat him at chess. Besides you and Rossi, of course,” earning an eye roll and a playful shoulder shove from me.

After I’d obtained my second glass of wine (or maybe third? I’m not 100% sure), a tall dark-haired man approached me and said, “Miss L/N? Could I borrow a few minutes of your time?”, so I nodded and said, “Of course,” while quickly scouting out a place to set my glass. The man continued, “My name is Aaron Hotchner, but most people call me Hotch. I’m the town lawyer here in Horseshoe Ridge, and I worked very closely with your uncle for many years,” and held out a hand to shake. I fought to contain a snort when I remembered what Luke and Matt told me about the horses at his ranch, and I shook his hand while saying, “Nice to put a face to the name,” which made him crack a smile before saying, “I was wondering if you’d be able to come by my office tomorrow morning for the reading of your uncle’s will,” and a chill ran down my spine momentarily before I nodded curtly and said, “Yeah, absolutely,” hoping Hotch didn’t notice.

He eyed me with a touch of concern for a few seconds, then reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a business card, and handed it to me while saying “I’ll see you tomorrow then. Ten thirty. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to locate the partners in crime that are my wife and son,” before nodding and trotting into the other room, and I could barely hear him call, “Emily! Jack!”, as he disappeared. I tucked the card into my purse after looking it over for a moment, then wandered back to where Matt was sitting with his (very pregnant) wife, Kristy, and their two sons, David and Jake. I said, “I’m gonna head back to the ranch, okay?”, while gesturing towards the door of the funeral home, so Matt nodded and said, “Do you need a ride?”, which made me shake my head and say, “No, Luke gave me the keys for the truck because he’s riding back with Penelope. Thank you, though,” before smiling at him, extending a quick “nice to meet you” to Kristy and the boys, and leaving.

The next day, I arrived at Hotch’s office at the same time as Spencer, and I started to ask, “What are you do-...?”, but then it hit me and I smacked myself on the head before saying, “I’m such an idiot. Of course Uncle Jason would have left you something, you worked with him for how many years?”, which made Spencer chuckle slightly and say, “Five years, three months, and fourteen days. But who’s keeping track? And I totally get your confusion. You’ve known him your whole life, it makes barely any sense for me to be here,” relief flooding through my body that he wasn’t offended.

He opened the door to the building for me, and I went up to the front desk to talk to the receptionist. I said, “Hi, we’re here for a meeting with Hotch?”, so the woman typed something on her computer and said, “Yep, he’ll be ready for you in about fifteen minutes,” with a big smile on her face. I thanked her quietly, then sat down in the waiting room next to Spencer, and it was quiet for a while, him fiddling with his jacket sleeves and me tapping on my legs to the tune of “Sweet Caroline”.

I finally broke the silence and asked, “Where are you from?”, which startled him before he cleared his throat and said, “Vegas. I moved out here the second I turned eighteen, though. You?”, so I replied, “Boulder, about an hour west of here. I moved to Chicago for college, though, then got a full-time job a little while after I graduated, so I didn’t get the chance to come visit as often as I would have liked,” making him nod understandingly. He asked, “What was your major?”, and I said, “Finance with a hospitality minor. I’ve been an accountant for about four years now,” earning an impressed nod from him. I almost said something else, but the receptionist called out, “Dr. Reid and Miss L/N?”, so the two of us stood up, and she led us back to Hotch’s office.

The receptionist poked her head in the door and said, “Your ten-thirty is here, Hotch,” and I heard his deep voice reply, “Thank you, Elle. Send them in,” before she opened the door a bit more, smiled at us, then trotted back to the front desk, where I could vaguely hear the phone ringing. Hotch adjusted his reading glasses, then gestured for us to sit down, so I took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk, Spencer following suit. Hotch folded his hands on his desk, then said, “Thank you both for coming. Shall we get started?”, making Spencer and I look at each other before looking back at Hotch and nodding our assent.

Hotch pulled a fairly small packet of paper out of a manilla envelope, then began to read out loud: “The last will and testament of Jason Benjamin Gideon. I, Jason Gideon, hereby bequeath Chickadee the Appaloosa horse to my beloved niece, Ms. Y/N M/N L/N, for she was always her favorite,” which made me smile, because Chickadee was, in fact, my favorite horse at Sparrow Creek. Hotch continued reading, “I also bequeath Nelson the American Quarter Horse to my protegée, Dr. Spencer Walter Tristan Reid, so that he may continue to work on his horse riding skills with a trusted partner,” and the corner of Spencer’s mouth quirked up at that sentiment.

Then Hotch got to the part I was most interested in; namely, who got the ranch. He read, “Now, the subject of my most beloved estate, Sparrow Creek, and its accompanying businesses and assets,” then he hesitated and looked up at the two of us with what I swear was nervousness in his eyes, but I disregarded it and leaned forward in my seat slightly. Hotch took a deep breath, then continued, “I, Jason Gideon, hereby leave Sparrow Creek and all equity involved to my beloved niece, Ms. Y/N M/N L/N, but only under these conditions,” which made me wrinkle my eyebrows and make eye contact with Spencer, who looked just as confused as I did.

Then Hotch said what was probably the worst thing I’ve heard since I was informed of Uncle Jason’s passing: “Ms. L/N must remain at Sparrow Creek full-time for an entire year, and work alongside Dr. Reid on a day-to-day basis to ensure the prosperity of the ranch. If these conditions are not met, Sparrow Creek and all its equity will pass in full to my protegée, Dr. Spencer Walter Tristan Reid,” and my jaw just about hit the floor in indignance. Hotch set the packet of paper on his desk and looked up at us without saying anything, and all I could hear was my own heartbeat pounding in my ear. Spencer said, “That’s it?”, and Hotch confirmed, “That’s it. Anything you need me to clarify?”, which made me stand up and storm out of his office, steam practically pouring out of my ears.

Once I made it outside, I started pacing back and forth on the sidewalk, and I’m sure it was quite the scene for any pedestrians who happened to be walking by. A stream of obscenities came out of my mouth in an enraged mutter as I attempted to calm myself down, but when Spencer emerged from the building, my rage boiled over and before he could finish saying, “What happened back there?”, I screamed, “What in the actual FUCK WAS HE THINKING?!?!”, which made him fall silent and stare at me like I’d just grown two extra heads.

I rambled, “My entire life, Uncle Jason told me that one day I’d be in charge of Sparrow Creek, and that it would be the greatest joy of his life to hand it down to someone who truly loved the family business. Now he decides that some random city boy he’s only known for five years gets the whole kit and caboodle if I screw the pooch?! WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!”, getting angrier and angrier until it exploded out of me and I kicked the first solid object I saw (which happened to be a metal trash can that made a loud reverberating sound like a gong when the reinforced toe of my boot made contact with it) before I continued pacing.

Spencer’s face hardened, and then he said, “Maybe he thought since you weren’t around enough, you wouldn’t be able to handle it. Maybe he was giving you one last chance to prove yourself, and he was making sure the ranch would pass on to someone who knew what they were doing in case you couldn’t take the heat,” which made me stop dead in my tracks, and slowly turn towards him while saying, “What the hell did you just say to me?”, a deadly chill in my voice that even scared me a little.

Spencer stiffened a little bit, then leaned forward slightly so he was all up in my face (asshole) and said, “Gideon put safeguards in place to make sure someone competent gets the ranch if you fuck up, Princess,” which made my nostrils flare before I snapped, “Don’t call me that,” and glared at him. After a momentary stare-down between the two of us, I rolled my eyes and said, “Whatever. I have to go, I gotta make a few calls before my flight back to Chicago tomorrow night,” while starting to walk back to the pick-up truck I borrowed from the ranch.

Spencer called out, “Awww, throwing in the towel before you even start the race, Princess?”, and the holier-than-thou tone of his voice made me want to punch his lights out, but I composed myself, plastered on a sickly sweet smile, then turned around to face him before saying, “Oh no. I hate to disappoint you, but I’m only going back to pack up my stuff, sublet my apartment, and put in a request for indefinite remote assignments from my accounting firm before renting a U-Haul and coming right back here. If you think for even one millisecond that I’m not gonna fight tooth and nail for something I’ve been waiting my entire life for? Then you better hold onto your ass with both hands, Einstein,” and if only I had a photographic memory to keep the way his smug smile dropped off his face in my brain forever.

I scrunched my nose at him the way the mean girls did in early 2000s movies, then said, “Better get a calendar and pen ready, Doc,” before sarcastically blowing him a kiss, climbing into the truck, and starting the drive back to the ranch. I caught a glimpse of him standing dumbfounded on the sidewalk in the rearview mirror, and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud, because I was going to make Dr. Spencer Reid regret ever underestimating me, and have a smile on my face the entire time I did so.

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College professor Spencer AU <3

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I Hesitate to Put “Wife Guy” Here

Spencer Reid x Wife!Reader (implied BAU!Reader as well)

WC: ~3.7k

Summary: Spencer’s wife finds it funny, the number of girls that are auditing his class. She initially had no plans to do anything about it…those plans change when Spencer calls her out for chuckling about it.

Disclaimer: I am just in season 6 and these events take place in season 13 but this is fanfic so canon doesn’t matter only my horniness does lol (extremely canon divergent/AU even because in the background I accidentally implied that he took more time off and that it was of his own accord)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI (no actual explicit smut but it’s still suggestive) use of derogatory terms such as whore, but it’s meant in a playful manner. The dynamic is really relaxed and laid back, the dom is soft and the sub is slightly sassy. Use of ma’am. But there is some teasing and hints of meanness in the dynamic. Mention of “claiming” but it’s also meant in a teasing manner. College aged girls being attracted to their professor that they then find out is also married. Mention of this not deterring at least one of the students. One of the students actually not being deterred and being caught by wife in office (not cheating but the female student is clearly trying to seduce Reid when his wife walks into his office)

Ep: 13x16 (loosely)

Gif credit: imagining-in-the-margins

Background: Spencer and reader have been involved for years, from immediately hitting it off to being friends to confessing their feelings to dating to becoming engaged and then finally marrying and they really missed each other while Spencer was in prison for a few months after he was framed for murder. He decides he needs time away from the FBI and decides to apply to become a part time professor at a university (Georgetown I think lol or some fictional one actually? I dunno tbh). It is agreed that you should go on hiatus from your FBI assignment to the BAU to become a counselor at the college to like be there not really to “keep an eye on him” like babysitting him or to make sure he doesn’t crack up but just…to make sure he’s ok. For whatever reason you are sitting in on his class, just like in the back when it becomes apparent that a certain segment of his class population has a very special interest in your husband.

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You chuckled at the number of hands that went up when he’d asked how many of the students were auditing the class.

Spencer turned to you at the sound and smirked.

“Care to share with the class?” He asked, trying not to be too teasing in front of his students.

“Oh. N-no…sorry…please, continue.” You said while smiling.

This made him smile even more.

“No, if you have something to say, say it.”

You stood up and walked toward him.

“If I may address your class, Professor.” You said, also trying to not be too teasing in front of his students.

He nodded, indicating that you could.

“All of you that just had your hands up, put them back up.”

They did.

“Now, if you’re auditing this class and you’re not of the female sex, put your hand down.”

No one did (maybe there actually was a guy or two that was that may or may not have been ogling him). You chuckled and glanced at Spencer, noticing a faint blush as he realized all of the auditors were female.

“If you find my husband attractive, keep your hand up.” You said as you smirked and gestured to him.

Looks of horror came across a lot of the girls’ faces as they realized they’d been called out and that they’d been ogling their professor in front of his wife the entire time, they slowly put their hands down. But you noticed one or two of them keep their hands up for a few seconds before reluctantly putting them down. (Should I have at least one challenge this verbally?)

“That’s what I thought.” You smirked as you turned to Spencer, noting the now deepened rouge on his cheeks. “It’s all yours, Professor.”

You go back to my seat behind him.

After the class when all of the students had left the classroom, Spencer came over to you. He stood right in front of you. You were on your phone and looked up at him.

“Yes?” You asked, trying not to smile.

“What did you think you were doing earlier?” He asked, you could tell he was trying to be more authoritative like he was with his students but you could hear the hint of embarrassment in his voice.

“I’m sorry if it upset you.”

“N-no no, if anything, I’m glad you were here. If you hadn’t been…well…”

“You might actually have had to have fended off a hoard of horny college girls all by yourself?” You say, chuckling.

He visibly cringed as you said that.

“Please…don’t…” he whispered.

“You might still have to. I certainly saw a glint in the eyes of one or two of them before they reluctantly put their hands down too, not wanting to seem suspicious for not caring if you were married or not…including the girl who first told you that she was just auditing the class while she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.” You chuckled.

“Oh god.” Spencer groaned softly. He knew you were right. He now remembered he’d noticed one or two girls hesitate to put their hands down, still eyeing him with interest, including the first girl, as you had mentioned. “I-I can’t…deal with them. I mean…what am I even supposed to do?” He was obviously distressed.

“Turn them down?” You suggested it like it was obvious…because it was.

He rolled his eyes playfully.

“Well obviously. But they’re young, I…I don’t wanna hurt them.”

“Who cares? You’re their professor. It’s unethical for you to get involved with them. Say that. Be blunt. Be stern.”

“Have you met me?” He chuckled.

“No.” You say sarcastically as you draw the word out and roll your eyes playfully.

You can see, though, that he’s actually really nervous. You sigh.

“Look, Spence…you’re really attractive, that’s just a fact. People are attracted to you. This is also a fact. But I can’t be with you every second of every day. You have to learn how to handle these kinds of things by yourself.” (He…hadn’t by now? He…hadn’t dealt with it before? But are we pretending he’s not attractive? Even if he’s awkward?)

He groaned.

“But I don’t wanna. I’d much rather just keep you by my side…so you can keep them away from me…” He was almost pouting.

“Like I pointed out earlier…I don’t think a couple of them are going to be deterred…so you’re gonna have to handle them yourself because I can’t always be here.”

He groaned again.

“Please don’t remind me of that.”

He pulled you out of your chair and into his arms. He stroked your hair as he held your waist.

“I love you. I only want you. I don’t need anybody else. I just wish everyone else would leave me alone.” He places a kiss to your hair.

“Hey, it’s not your fault or mine that you’re hot.”

He scoffed but then smirked.

“Speaking of hot…it was kinda hot what you did earlier, you know…taking control like that…”

You scoffed lightly.

“I chuckled at the fact that all of the auditors were girls, you called me out on it, I tried to back out of it, trying to be respectful, but you got intrigued and playful and I got an idea.” You shrugged.

“And what a wonderful idea it was.” He kissed the top of your head again.

“You don’t think they’ll tell anyone and that you’ll get in trouble for that, do you?” You asked, actually concerned he might.

Spencer shrugged.

“Maybe, maybe not. I don’t really care either way. I like to think of it as you gently reminding them not to make a mistake by coming on to a professor.”

You now shrugged. “I guess you’re right.” You smiled at him.

“At any rate…I really liked you claiming me as yours in front of everyone.” He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“Oh? Is that what I did? You know…I did notice you blushing.”

“How could I not? You told all those girls that I was someone else’s man. Your man, specifically.”

“That’s right. I did. And you are.”

“I uh…kinda got a little…” He gently takes your hand and places it over his crotch “um…aroused by your display…” He seems a bit embarrassed by it.

“Oh my god, you’re so hard.” You whisper as you look up at him in disbelief to see his face redden even more. You smirked. “Me telling those girls you’re mine got you this hard?”

“Y-yes, ma’am, it did.”

“My my my, what a whore you are. You’ve got another class to teach in like half an hour.” You chuckled, hoping it was clear that you were just teasing him lightly and didn’t mean him any harm.

Spencer’s face reddens even more as you call him a whore and as he realizes that you’re right and it’s inappropriate for him to be like this right now but he can’t bring himself to care.

“Y/N, please, you can’t just leave me like this.”

“Well it’s not as if I meant to give you an erection.” You chuckled.

“Oh, please, you think you can put those girls in their place like you did and I’m not gonna get aroused?” He scoffs, dropping his submissive demeanor for a second.

“Not my fault you’re a whore for me.” You lean in to whisper in his ear.

“Kinda your fault.” He muttered.

“Excuse me?” You ask, raising your eyebrows at him and feigning anger (I dunno how else to word this lol)

“I-I’m sorry, ma’am. But it’s really not my fault that you’re worth being a whore for so much.” He said while once again dropping the submissive demeanor briefly.

“You could think about something boring like statistics and not get an erection in front of your students…” You shrugged, but knowing that’s (surprisingly or maybe not so surprisingly) the last thing he’d want to do.

“How could I think about statistics when my wife basically owned a bunch of desperate 20 year olds and was super nonchalant but also super hot about it?”

“You need to learn to control yourself.” You smirked. You were completely not serious. The girls could stare all they wanted at his erection for all you cared. You were the one who caused it and you were the one who would be taking care of it for the poor pathetic (affectionate) man. (Or not…right now at least…oops)

“I can’t control myself when I’m around you. I’ve never been able to control myself around you, you know that. The first time we met I could barely get my fucking name out.” (Take out curse word or keep it in? Dude’s 37, he’s allowed to curse lol)

You chuckled.

“I remember. Your face was redder than it is now. Derek had to tell me your name for you.”

Spencer scowls slightly.

“Yeah…he tried to flirt with you too.”

“And failed.” You scoffed.

“Obviously.” Spencer chuckled. “But God am I happy you gave me a chance.”

“Are you kidding? From the second I laid eyes on you, I was gone. You had me completely.”

“Y-you were? I did?” Spencer asked, almost not believing that his incredibly amazing wife could have fallen for him that fast.

“Hell yeah. Derek’s cocky demeanor and use of “pretty girl” was old and tired. I shut that down real quick. But you? You were a blushing mess. You tripped over your own shoe and told me my blouse looked pretty, but you were stuttering so bad you barely got it out. And you were so quiet my brain processing speed was not having a great day because it was my first day and I was super anxious so I had to ask you to repeat yourself and your face reddened and I felt so bad. But you did repeat yourself, loudly and clearly…maybe a little too loud.” You chuckled lightly.

Spencer scoffed lightly.

“God I-I was that bad, wasn’t I?” Spencer’s face reddened but this time from embarrassment and not just arousal. “Tell me again what you ever saw in me?”

“I saw an incredibly kind, sweet, caring and handsome young man. And I was right. That’s exactly what you were. And I was lucky to find you.”

“You were lucky? N-no, hon, I’m the lucky one here.” He said as he cupped your face.

“Well we can both be lucky, then.”

“Well I’m luckier.”

“It’s not a competition, dear.”

“R-right…sorry…I just…God, I just love you so damn much.” He began to stroke your cheek.

“I love you too…but I’ve gotta go, I’ve got a counseling session with a student and you’ve got another class to teach.” You smile as you twist in his arms to pick up your bag, putting your phone in it. “Come on…we’ve both got things to do.” You say as you try to get out of his grasp.

“But the only thing I wanna do is you, hon.” He pouted.

“Spencer,” You warned teasingly, “come on, be a good boy and teach your class. I’ll see you later, ok?”

You finally got out of his grasp and picked his cardigan up off the back of the chair and put it on him, hoping it will be long enough to help with his problem. It just barely is.

“Y/N, you can’t just…leave me like this.” He gestures down to his crotch which still sports a semi-prominent bulge.

“Maybe they won’t notice. Just…stand behind your podium or something.” You chuckle as you give him a quick peck on the lips before starting to exit the room.

“What if more girls are auditing this next class and they…ogle me?”

“Deal with it.” You shrug as you continue to walk out of the room. “Tell them you’re their professor, that it’s inappropriate, and that you’re married. You can do it, I believe in you.”

“I’m glad one of us does.” He grumbles. “I’ll miss you.”

“Don’t miss me too much, it’s not gonna help you.”

“I’m not thinking about statistics…” He reiterates.

“It’s your favorite!”

“You’re my favorite!”

“Not in the professional work environment, I’m not. How the hell did you handle yourself at the BAU?” You chuckle.

“There were less horny college girls then…” He shrugs.

“Ah, well…just…try not to think about me, ok?”

“Impossible.” He chuckles as he shakes his head.

“Good luck then and try not to get fired.” You chuckle again as you finally exit the classroom.

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Spencer’s POV

I groaned as I watched her leave the room. I knew we both had things to do but I just didn’t want her to leave. Can anyone really blame me for just wanting to be with my wife and not have to deal with these…insatiable college girls? I was glad she wasn’t insecure about them. Why should she be? She’s my one and only. She has no need to be insecure or jealous about 20 year olds. Although her making sure that at least one of my classes knew that I was hers was…not something I would’ve expected from her although I’m not at all surprised I got a boner because of it.

I really did find it…quite arousing how she put those girls in their place by telling them I was married. I really did hope it deterred most of them, but I involuntarily shuddered as I remember that one of the girls, the one who had first told me she was only auditing the class and therefore believed she didn’t have to take notes or care, winked at me before slowly putting her hand down a few seconds after everyone else. Her shirt was too low cut and her skirt was too short for the late August weather, which was already starting to dip down a bit (not exactly what she was wearing but who cares? And let’s forget in canon it was March maybe? No? I dunno. I’ve pretty much decided this is canon divergent at this point). I was worried that this student might try something when my wife wasn’t around. But I had to remind myself that I was indeed a 37 year old man who could handle girls 15-17 years younger than him. I just hoped that maybe they…wouldn’t try so hard?

I refocused my attention to preparing for the class that I had in fifteen minutes in the same lecture hall, a few students filtering in early. I hoped nobody would come up to me before class started…or after it ended…today or any day…at least with the express purpose of…what I guessed was to seduce me?

Unfortunately luck was no longer in my favor today as five minutes before class started, a girl in a dress that was too low cut and too short. She felt the need to put her elbows on my podium and lean forward so I could see down the front of her dress. I looked her in the eyes.

“Can I help you?” I hoped my voice was friendly and that it hadn’t wavered.

“I most certainly hope you can.” She said in a tone that I knew was meant to be seductive and then she winked at me. I felt like I wanted to vomit (lol really? That’s a bit…extreme of a reaction). Could she really not find some poor sap her own age to bother? Why was she bothering me?

“What can I help you with?” I asked, trying to remain professional.

“I think the better question is how I can help you.” She bit her bottom lip.

“Do you have a question?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even.

“I think I have several questions…” she twirled her hair between her fingers.

“Do any of them have to do with the course material?”

“No.” She says as if it’s not a big deal that she’s wasting my time then if that’s the case.

“Well I have to prepare for class real quick so could this wait until after?” Or quite possibly until the end of time?

“You’re gonna make me wait?” She pouts. “Really?” She leans forward more, pushing her breasts up.

“Yes.” I deadpan as I look her dead in the eyes. “Please take your seat.”

She continued to pout, her eyes scanned my face intensely and I immediately felt very uncomfortable.

“P-please return to your seat. I need to start the lecture.” I tried to force my cheeks to not turn red from anxiety because I was terrified that the young woman would think that her flirtations were working, therefore prompting her to continue them.

She huffs and returns to her seat but her hips saunter as she does so. My eyes immediately snap down to my lecture notes.

“So, uh t-today we will be talking about…”

As I started my lecture, I noticed the student that had walked up to me before class along with, again, several other female students looking at me quite intently. I tried my hardest to concentrate on what I was saying and not the lips being bitten or the hair being twirled.

I knew that I stammered and stuttered more than I usually did. I don’t think I’ve stuttered this much in years. I hope it’s not misconstrued as their flirtations getting to me. I hope none of them approach me after class. I simply could not take it. I just wanted to gather up my stuff and go visit my wife in her office up on the counseling floor.

But, alas, luck was again not on my side. Another girl, in an outfit that seemed just as inappropriate for the weather as the one from before class, came up to me.

“Professor…” She propped her elbows up on my podium and held her chin in her palms.

“Yes? Can I help you?” I asked, slightly annoyed.

“I had a question about something…”

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Reader POV

It was just after Spencer’s office hours and you were done with students for the day so you decided to go down to pay him a visit. You weren’t expecting any students to be in his office since it was about ten minutes after his office hours ended so you just walked right into his office.

You froze when you saw a female student with one hand on his desk and the other on the back of his chair, leaning over.

You coughed awkwardly and Spencer’s eyes snapped from the student’s eyes to yours. His face was red and he was sweating slightly. The female student looked at you and scoffed lightly, apparently annoyed at being interrupted.

“Excuse me…” You said as you turned around to walk out of the room.

“Wait!” You hear your husband exclaim frantically.

You stop and turn around. The female student looks very annoyed.

“You seem to be with a student at the moment…I can wait.” You say, trying to remain calm because you knew that he wasn’t going to be seduced by this student and you didn’t want to make a scene like you had made earlier in the day.

“No uh p-please…stay. We’re almost done.”

“Yeah, I was just asking him a question about…” she trails off as she tries to think of what to say.

“Yes?” You ask, expectantly.

“Triggers…that was it…I was asking him about triggers.”

“With your chest in his face?” You scoff lightly.

“Oh well he uh…invited me closer to demonstrate something…”

“The hell he did.” You muttered.

“Look, I don’t know what you think is going on here, but it’s not, ok?” She straightened up and crossed her arms.

“Oh, sweetie, how stupid do you think I am? I have a Master’s degree in Behavioral Analysis, I know exactly what’s going on here.”

“And what would that be?” She asks, hand on her hip.

“You’re trying to seduce your professor. You do know it’s unethical for a professor and a student to engage in sexual relations with each other, yes?”

“So?”

“So…He could lose his position here.”

“But it’s just a little fun.” She pouts as she runs her hand down his arm and he stiffens and his face turns even redder. He looks at anything that isn’t her, mostly you with eyes that beg you to make her stop.

“Miss, please don’t do that.”

“Oh? Why not? I think he likes it.”

“He does not and even if he did, this is completely inappropriate.”

“How the hell do you know that he doesn’t like it? Who the hell are you anyway?!”

“His wife.” You say nonchalantly.

She looks you up and down and scoffs.

“Aren’t you a little bit…not in his league?” It was clear she thought you weren’t attractive enough to be with Spencer.

Your expression darkens and Spencer’s eyes snap to her again finally.

“Excuse me, that’s my wife you’re talking about.” Spencer says, suddenly confident, vocal, and angry.

“Well between you and me, you could do a whole lot better…more specifically, you could do me…” She smirked as she leaned down again.

Spencer lept out of his chair and away from her.

“The hell I will! I want you out of my office this instant, young lady.” He said firmly.

She scoffs and storms out, brushing past you rudely, bumping into your shoulder.

You both observe her as she leaves. When she is out of sight, Spencer exhales deeply and sinks back down into his chair.

You sigh, turn around to close and lock his office door, and go over to him. You stand behind his chair and begin to work out the tension in his neck and shoulder muscles.

He moans, almost pronographically, as you do so (lol why?). You smirk in response, leaning down to kiss his neck lightly.

“It’s ok, baby, I’m here. It’s just you and me. It’s just us.” You whisper in his ear

“Just us. Only us.” He sighs as you kiss his neck and massage his shoulders.

“Relax. You’ve had quite the day. Let me take care of you.”

He sighs. “Thank you.” He mutters.

“Mmm…you’re welcome, baby…now…your office hours are over and I’m done with seeing students for today…so why don’t we go home and…continue this?”

“Or we could just stay right here...”

“In your office?” You chuckled. “I think that’d be heavily frowned upon. We’re already avoiding you getting fired by sleeping with a student, why don’t we keep the streak going and avoid you getting fired by fucking your wife in your office, yeah?”

Spencer pouted. “Fine.”

“Good boy. Let’s go.” You pat his shoulders as you push yourself off of him.

“Yes, ma’am.” Spencer stands up and collects his things. He follows you out of his office, turning the lights off and locking the door behind him. He takes your hand in his.

You walk hand in hand out of the building and towards your car. He opens the passenger seat door for you before going to get in the driver’s seat. He puts his satchel in the backseat.

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Spider-Man Spencer Reid please 🤭

ooh this is a new one for me haha but also please remember to include a plot line/scenario it was hard for me to come up with something!!

Today is Saturday's are for Spencer :) request an au!

You swore Spencer purposely injured himself on his missions so you would take care of him. He'd come home with bruises and cuts that would have made even the most experienced nurse faint.

You however, were only in med school, though he often made a point in telling you he was like your very own personal hands-on-training program.

Nevertheless as he got home from another patrol, sliding through your apartment window he took off his mask and suit.

Revealing yet another gash on his upper right arm.

"Spencer!" You will never get used to it.

"It's really not that bad! I swear, barley hurts baby."

He says it as though he's not a professor at a college, as if his know-it-all students won't ask questions this coming monday.

"And how did this happen?" He was now sitting on the stool near your kitchen island as you stand with the first aid kit beside him.

"Well, I was just patrolling the neighborhood! Like any other normal night.." He continues to tell you the absurd story of saving an elderly woman from being mugged on the street, probably keeping the more scary parts out for the sake of you sanity.

"I can't believe you, doesn't your new suit have the special armor to protect you from guys like that!" You scold him, sure he was Spiderman but he was also your boyfriend.

"Well, I wore my old suit- since it was just supposed to be patrol-"

You don't let him finish though, pressing the alcohol cleaning wipe over his gash a little harder than you probably had to.

"Hey!" he pouts up at you,

"Do not 'hey' me Spencer, you're smart enough to know how stupid that was! Now you will wear that new suit and you will-"

He doesn't let you finish this time, pulling you by the back of your neck into a deep kiss, as both of you begin to smile you pull back.

"Not fair." but you're grinning now which directly contradicts the tone you were going for.

"I'll be safer, I promise!"

"You better be." And though it sounds like a warning he can see the glint of humor in your eyes and thanks his lucky stars that he has you, the most understanding girlfriend he could've asked for.

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fortheloveofwonderland · 2 years

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☁️👅🎓⛴😵‍💫💦 😮‍💨 and maybe virgin!spence

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Hello my dear! I hope this was the kind of thing you were looking for! I think this is the first I’ve written virgin! Spencer without virgin reader so I hope you enjoy! Kind of very soft Dom reader.

Spencer would have been like 14 in college so this is during one of his PhD’s (I imagine he is 21 while reader is 18 ish) Minors DNI.

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🎓college AU

⛴ Sub! Spencer

😵‍💫 over stim

💦 cum play

😮‍💨 breath play

Summary - one tiny taste has Spencer Reid worshipping at the altar of you.

CW - swearing, meet awkwards, virgin! Spencer, sub! Spencer, Spencer’s a little quick on the draw, breath play, use of “good boy”, cum play, over stim, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem), fingering

Word Count - 3.5k

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Worship

Not my gif

Fluff and smut - virgin Spencer

🎓college AU

⛴ Sub! Spencer

😵‍💫 over stim

💦 cum play

😮‍💨 breath play

Riding his bike through campus and listening to the crunch of fall leaves under his tires, Spencer Reid found himself smiling.

He was just a few weeks away from completing his third PhD in Engineering and once that was through he planned to move to DC and work for the sought after Jason Gideon at the BAU.

Life wasn’t perfect, far from it. His mom wasn’t doing so well and he worried what her fate might be when he left Las Vegas behind him for the east coast.

But this was a job of a lifetime and there was no way he could let it slip through his fingers. His mom would understand. Or more likely, his mom wouldn’t even notice his absence.

He focused his mind on the sound of the leaves crunching beneath his bike, a small commodity that made Spencer inconceivably happy.

He loved fall. He loved to watch the change in nature as it rolled in and the trees darkened before wilting, their leaves spiralling down to the ground to make way for new sprouts.

There was something hopeful this time of year. Spencer never quite knew what it was but fall excited him.

He was so hyper focused on the crackling of leaves he didn’t notice someone step into his path until he was imminently about to hit them.

He panicked and swerved the bike straight into a bench. The bench and bike collided and Spencer was thrown over the handlebars into a pile on the grass.

“Ouch.” He moaned, rubbing the back of his head wishing he hadn’t foregone a helmet this morning.

He pushed himself into a sitting position, brushing the grass stains off his jeans.

When he looked up, a curious set of eyes were looking back at him.

“You ok?” You were leant up against a nearby tree, a book open in your lap.

Spencer blinked a few times.

“Uh yeah.” He croaked, feeling his cheeks flush a dark crimson.

Spencer felt like a complete idiot. Of all the people he could have taken a tumble in front of, it had to be the girl he’d been crushing on all year.

He’d never spoken to you, never dared to. You were so beautiful he wouldn’t even know what to say to you.

You pushed yourself to your feet and came over, picking up some errant books that had fallen out of his bag before holding your hand out for him.

Spencer chewed on his lip and politely took your hand, letting you help him to his feet.

“Testing some kind of gravitational pull theory?” You smirked at him, handing him the books.

“Something like that.” Spencer picked up his bag and stuffed the books back inside.

“You’re the kid doing the PhD right?” You smiled at him and Spencer felt his knees practically give way.

He’d argue that he wasn’t a kid, he was twenty one, older than you, but instead he shrugged.

“I guess.”

“You must be some kind of genius to be doing a PhD at your age.” You nudged him in the arm.

“It’s actually my third doctorate.” His cheeks burned at his admittance.

“No shit.” Your eyes widened. “I’ll be lucky to make it through my bachelors.”

“I’m sure that’s not true.”

You shrugged and waved a dismissive hand.

“I’m Y/N by the way.” You smiled at him and Spencer felt like all the stars aligned at that moment.

“Spencer.” He scuffed his toe awkwardly in the grass.

“Are you going to the party tonight Spencer?”

“P-party?” Spencer did not get invited to parties.

He also didn’t get spoken to by pretty girls, so maybe his luck was changing on all accounts.

“Yeah, you should come.” Your eyes sparkled and Spencer didn’t think it was possible to say no to you.

“O-ok.” He nodded.

“It’s at the girls' dorms, fourth floor. Hopefully I’ll see you there.” You gave him one last bright smile before turning on your heels and sauntering away.

Spencer watched you go in complete awe of what had just happened.

Had he hit his head so hard he’d imagined that? Surely there was no way you had just invited him to a party?

But on the off chance this had been real, he was most certainly going to go.

***

It was hard to say exactly what had happened between Spencer turning up at that party and now sitting on your bed in your dorm room.

He hadn’t been drinking so that didn’t explain it. Maybe he’d hit his head harder than he’d realised.

Or maybe you were so electrifying he lost all concept of time around you?

One minute he’d been talking to you, having to yell to be heard over the music and the next you’d taken his hand and were running down several flights of stairs.

He wasn’t exactly well versed in these kinds of things but he was sure there was only one reason a girl would invite him back to her dorm room.

And that both excited and terrified him.

“Did you have fun tonight, Spencer?” You sat down next to him on the bed and he swallowed.

“Uh…yeah.” He could smell your perfume and he felt a heat rising in his chest at the close proximity he found himself in with you.

“Do you want to have some more fun?” Your lip turned up at the corner and you leant in close to him.

Spencer closed his eyes as he felt your breath on his face. One of your hands cupped his cheek and just as your lips were about to graze his he whimpered, “I’m a virgin!”

Just like that.

You suddenly sat back and stared at him wide eyed.

“Oh.” Your demeanour switched in an instant, shuffling back a little. “Oh.”

Spencer slapped his palm to his face wishing a hole would open in your floor so he could just disappear.

“That was a really unsexy thing to say, huh?”

You surprised him when you chuckled a little and he removed his hand from his face so he could look at you.

“I mean, the timing was weird.” You smiled at him. “But uh…good to know I suppose.”

“Do you want me to leave? I should probably leave.” Spencer went to push himself up but you stilled him with your hand on his thigh.

“Why would I want you to leave?” You frowned curiously at him, keeping your hand on his thigh.

Your touch alone was enough to make his crotch twitch.

“I just…I figured…”

Your hand moved a little higher up his thigh and Spencer lost his trail of thought. Clearly you could see the effect you were having on him as you smirked.

“Are you waiting for, like, a reason? Religious affiliations? The one?”

“No.” He shook his head, swallowing a large lump in his throat.

“So you’re not opposed to…losing your virginity?” Your hand got higher still and you must be able to feel he was completely standing to attention now.

“Not in the least.”

“Well then, I certainly don’t want you to leave.”

With that Spencer found himself being shoved back to the bed and you quickly climbed on top of him and fixed your lips together.

He gasped at the feeling, allowing you the chance to slide your tongue in his mouth.

You held his face in your hands while Spencer kept his hands awkwardly at his sides.

He really didn’t know what to do. He’d watched porn, sure, but he didn’t have any practical experience in this field.

So he let you take the lead. He was powerless to do anything but.

You kissed him deeply, grinding against him causing him to moan into your mouth. Even fully dressed this was the closest he’d ever come to someone touching his cock.

When you sat back, he whimpered a little at your lack of touch but was grateful for the chance to breathe.

You looked down on him with a smirk as you quickly pulled your t-shirt over your head and tossed it to the floor.

Spencer blushed instantly at the sight of you in your bra and averted his gaze.

You laughed softly, cupping his jaw and turning his head back to look at you.

“You can look at me, Spencer. Even touch me.” You told him, as his arms were still plastered at his sides.

“Oh. Ok.” He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth but he didn’t move.

“You do want this, don’t you?” You suddenly frowned.

“What? Of course I do! I most decidedly want this Y/N, trust me. It’s just…very new territory for me.” His blush deepened.

“I find that hard to believe. You’re so…beautiful.”

“I was a twelve year child prodigy in a Las Vegas public school. Girls did not look at me.” He sighed.

“Well I’m looking at you. And I like what I see. But I want to see more of it.” You grabbed the hem of his shirt and he arched his back to help you rid him of the offending item.

It joined your shirt on the floor and he blushed once again while you looked him up and down.

He was painfully skinny, surely that wouldn’t be appealing to you?

But the way you were looking down on him, biting heavily on your lip and your eyes so dark they were practically black, told him otherwise.

You let your fingers run down his torso, your touch featherlight and leaving goosebumps behind in your wake.

Spencer let out a shaky breath at the sensation of someone touching him this way. He was so hard it hurt and he worried that he may come way too soon.

You placed your hands flush on his chest and bowed your head to his ear.

You nibbled a little on the lobe as you whispered, “take my bra off, Spencer.”

He whimpered pathetically and slowly raised his hands for the first time. He cautiously ran his hands over your back and up towards your bra clasp.

He was so nervous his hands shook violently and he fumbled with the clasp. It took longer than he was proud of to finally get it undone.

You rewarded him with a few kisses on his neck before you sat back and pulled the garment off your body.

Spencer moaned at the sight of your beautiful breasts and an animalistic urge took over and he instantly raised his hands and palmed them.

You smiled at him, giving him an encouraging nod as he started kneading them in his large hands.

“That’s it baby, just like that.” You praised him.

He bucked his hips, relishing the praise and he dared to tweak your nipples between his slender fingers.

You gasped, rolling down against him and making him whimper.

You could tell by his flushed face and heavy pants that he was probably already close. You didn’t want to embarrass him by having him come in his pants.

You surprised him when you pulled away from him, jumping up and standing over him. His eyes were heavy and full of lust and confusion.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Get your pants off.” You demanded, working the button of your own and sliding them down your hips.

Spencer whimpered again, staring at the black lace panties you wore under your jeans.

“I said, pants off.” You spoke sternly and Spencer nodded dumbly as he fumbled with his own buttons.

Once you removed your panties Spencer could barely breathe let alone think. He tried to focus on getting his own pants off but the sight of you was dizzying.

You chuckled a little and decided to help him, tugging the last remaining article of clothing down his legs and tossing them away.

His cheeks were redder than ever now he lay completely naked in front of you. But once again, you looked more than pleased by what you saw.

“So pretty.” You cooed as you climbed back on top of him.

Spencer gasped loudly when your wet pussy rubbed over his shaft and his teeth sank into his bottom lip.

“F-fuck.” He stuttered.

You smiled at him, he was truly so adorable.

You bowed your head and plunged your tongue inside of his mouth again, gliding over his cock a few times to tease him.

Whilst you kissed him, you took hold of one of his wrists and guided it between your legs, pressing his index finger against your clit.

You both moaned in unison into each other’s mouths.

You let go of his wrist hoping he could continue on his own. Thankfully he did.

He rubbed the pad of his finger in little circles on your clit, absolutely mesmerised by how fucking wet you were.

His cock was throbbing beneath you and he really wondered how long he could hold out for. And when your small hand wrapped around the base of his shaft he all but screamed.

“Jesus.” He mumbled as you tore your lips away from his.

You smirked at him as you brought your hand up the length of his cock, swiped your thumb over the head to collect his precome and then descended again.

Spencer was shaking beneath you, still trying to make you feel good with his fingers but he couldn’t think straight.

The only person to ever touch his cock was himself. And it never felt anywhere near this good.

He had tears pricking at the corners of his eyes and his breath was ragged. You knew he wouldn’t possibly last much longer.

With one more stroke of his dick, you let him go and gently guided his hand away from its place between your legs.

“Are you ready?” You smiled down on him, kneeling up a little.

“I-I think so.” He nodded.

“Don’t you worry about anything, ok? I’m going to make you feel real good.” You took hold of the base of his shaft again and lined him up with you.

Spencer gripped the bedsheets and prayed he didn’t come the second he was inside of you.

You were slow and cautious as you lowered yourself on his length. You wanted to give him a chance to get used to it so you let him disappear inside of you leisurely, inch by inch.

Spencer’s eyes rolled back in his head the second his head entered you. The noises coming from between his pouty lips could only be described as sinful.

His face, neck and chest were bright red and you could see his whole body heaved with heavy breaths.

Once he was all the way inside of you he looked back at you, wide eyed like a puppy dog.

“How do you feel, baby?” You cooed.

“G-good. G-great.” He nodded.

You smiled a little dangerously and when your hand wrapped his throat he didn’t understand what was happening at first. And then you applied pressure, squeezing his windpipe and using his neck to steady yourself as you started moving.

“Good boy,” you smirked as he gasped for air. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

You started riding him, faster and hard than he could probably take. But every time he felt himself slam back inside of you was like an other worldly experience.

Your grip on his throat tightened and Spencer gasped to try and breath but your hand was heavy on his windpipe.

You bounced up and down on him, eyes fixed on his so you could see when to loosen your grip.

His eyes bulged slightly and you quickly loosened your grip on him, focusing on fucking him as he panted and gasped to try and refill his lungs.

His chest heaved up and down but before long your hand wrapped back around his throat again.

“Good boy, that’s it, keep your eyes on me.” You moaned as he slammed against your g spot and kept your body angled that way to repeat the action.

Spencer’s face turned from red to purple and a few tears escaped his eyes.

He opened his mouth a few times but he couldn’t speak due to the lack of air.

When he closed his eyes and he started shuddering beneath you, you knew why and you quickly let go of his throat.

He was gasping and mumbling incoherently as you felt his whole body convulse as he came inside of you.

“F-f-fuck.” He whined, still trying to stuff air back into his lungs. “I-I…fuck.”

The lack of air made his orgasm even more pleasurable, better than anything he’d ever felt before.

His head was a complete mess and he couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

You slid off of him, laying down next to him in the small single bed.

You cupped his jaw to make him look at you.

“Are you ok?”

“Hmmm.” He mumbled. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t want to…so soon. I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok.” You shushed him. “But you have made an awful mess.”

“O-oh!” He flushed again. “Oh gosh, do you have something I can clean up with?”

Your eyes were dark again and you smirked at him.

“No, but you do.” You gripped his jaw, running your thumb along his bottom lip, hoping he got the idea.

Judging by the way his pupils blew out, he did.

“I-I…”

“I let you come inside of me Spencer. It’s only polite if you clean up after yourself.” You gripped his shoulders and manoeuvred him so he was on top of you.

Spencer was still a little light headed from his orgasm and restricted breathing which allowed him to focus a little less on his nerves.

He moved down your body and hissed at the sight between your legs. His come was dripping out of you and soaking the sheets. It was the most incredible thing he’d ever seen.

You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer and Spencer’s animal side returned, replacing any nerves he felt as he dove between your legs.

His tongue lapped all the way through your folds, collecting his own come on his tongue.

The combination of both of you on his tongue made him moan against you as rocked on the bed beneath him.

He’d see enough porn to know what to do, so he settled his tongue on your clit as he buried his face into you.

Your moans were like a melody to his ears and it caused his confidence to grow. Your hands found his hair and got lost in the thick locks.

He lapped through your folds again, loving the way his come tasted between your legs.

He worshipped you with his tongue. You were his altar and his tongue was his sweet prayers. He devoured you, eating you out like his life depended on it.

When you came, you tried to push him away but Spencer was too far gone. He kept up his ministrations on your clit whilst two fingers dove inside of you, fucking any of his left over come back inside of you.

“F-fuck Spencer! It’s too much!” You tugged his hair but he kept going.

His fingers plunged in and out of you, curling inside of you while his tongue never let up.

Spencer was a man possessed. He decided then and there his new favourite thing was eating pussy. Nothing had ever felt so fucking glorious as tasting you.

You were writhing beneath him, so over sensitive but Spencer showed no signs of slowing down.

You felt dizzy, like your whole body was on fire.

Spencer didn’t stop until your second orgasm washed over you and by the time it did, you forcibly pushed him away.

He raised his head to look at you, his mouth covered in a sheen of arousal.

He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth.

You had tears rolling down your cheeks but a sleepy smile on your lips.

“My god Spencer.” You breathed, reaching for him to pull him close but he nervously moved out of your grasp. “What’s wrong?”

His face was bright red again and he gnawed on his bottom lip.

“I uh…I enjoyed that a lot.”

“Me too. So what’s the problem?” You laughed a little.

“Uh…I enjoyed it too much.” He averted his gaze, feeling the sticky patch on the sheets where he’d come whilst eating you out.

“Oh baby.” You reached for him again and pulled him close to you. “It’s ok. If you enjoyed it that much, I won’t stop you doing it again. Just not right now.”

He nuzzled his head into your chest as you wrapped him in your arms.

“I would worship you anytime Y/N.” He whispered against your tender skin.

“Maybe in the morning I’ll take you up on that.” You chuckled sleepily, placing a kiss in his messy hair.

Spencer’s dick twitched at the mere thought. How was he supposed to sleep with thoughts like that in his head?

Soon enough your breathing got drawn out and he knew you were asleep.

Spencer just had to contain his excitement until the morning when he could do it all over again.

Spencer had never been a religious man, but he would spend the rest of his life worshipping you if you let him.

You were Spencer’s divine being, and he’d pay homage to you with his mouth every chance he got.

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radiant-reid · 2 years

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Wish You Were Sober

A/n: so, this is an AU because I love the song, and I love Conan, and I wanted to write a fic about it and I also love fuckboy!Reid. He could have been the douchiest guy in Caltech if he wanted to and no one can convince me otherwise. additionally, i know Caltech doesn't have frats but for the purpose of this, they do

Summary: Being in love with Spencer is exhausting when he only admits to his feelings for you when he's drunk

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Angst/Fluff)

Content warning: heavy alcohol consumption

Word Count: 6.9k

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College can be exhausting. Even when it's not exam season and classes aren't too difficult, the parties, socializing, and friendships are attention-demanding.

It was always essential for Y/n to fit in. After high school, Caltech felt like a fresh start. Somewhere away from home where she could grow up into herself. A reinvention and a chance to be free.

The friendship-making started on her first day with her roommate, and then anyone the more extroverted girl chatted to. Y/n was grateful someone was there to make the introductions and get the invites to parties because she would have struggled on her own, and there was no one that made friends as quickly as Alexis did.

Lexi immediately gravitated towards Mason, who was somehow- and Y/n didn't exactly know how- involved in her ex-best friend's life in high school, who was a package deal with Miles, Spencer, and Ethan, and Y/n quickly discovered that being around them was always entertaining.

Even though the ordeals of their freshman year, all six of them managed to remain friends. Other people came in and out of their lives separately and as a group, but nothing stopped them from being friends.

Sophomore year only made their bond tighter, and Lexi and Y/n stayed sharing a dorm. They all saw each other almost every day, a rare feat according to other friend groups around campus.

Like a lot of afternoons, when Y/n got back to her room after classes, she could hear all five of them from Lexi's adjourning room. "Y/n, hey." She waved through the doorway as Y/n put her things down on her desk.

Once she was done, she walked into Lexi's room, noticing Mason's arm wrapped around Lexi's shoulder-an eyebrow-raiser- Miles and Ethan on the couch, and Spencer sitting on her desk.

Her room was more decorated than Y/n's with lots of pillows, a big tapestry, and a small fridge, hence why they all usually hung out in there.

"Hey, everyone who didn't have class." Y/n quipped, knowing most of them were probably still meant to be in class.

"Spencer here already finished the course," Ethan informed her, slapping his friend's back proudly. Y/n knew they were friends from back home in Vegas and they'd known each other for years.

Her mouth dropped wide open as she stood in the doorway. "No fucking way, the whole undergraduate engineering course?" Spencer looked up at her with his big brown eyes, pretty smirk, and chiseled features. He nodded at her, hair flopping up and down. "Unfair." She complained, but the statement was about everything regarding Spencer.

Not only were his smarts unfair, but he was gorgeous, easily the most gorgeous person she'd ever seen. Even his a-typical choice of clothing- collared shirts and dress pants- added to how charming he looked. It just wasn't fair that he was beautiful and intelligent. And now, it wasn't fair that he was finished with the class she was enrolled in, and she wouldn't get to daydream while looking at him

"If you need any help with it." He offered. Oh yeah, as if he couldn't get any better, he was kind, kinder than any 19-year-old boy she knew.

Mostly...

"Thanks." She smiled, trying not to blush too much.

Lexi, hitting Y/n's arm, drew her attention away from Spencer. "We need to plan your birthday party."

"Why?" Y/n complained, throwing her head back. She was being bugged about it for a week, but she'd hoped Lexi would forget it. "I'm turning 20, that's not exactly significant."

"It took 20 years and 100,000 slaves to build the Great Pyramid of Giza, which is the largest and oldest pyramid in El Giza." Spencer pipped up, joining the conversation with one of his odd facts. It really wasn't a surprise that he could finish a degree so fast when he retained random facts like that.

Lexi nodded at the information, clearly not as interested in it as Y/n was. "It's also, what's his name's birthday?" She asked, turning to the guy when his arm slung around her shoulder.

"Logan," Mason filled in the blank for her.

"Yeah, you know him, right, Y/n?" She asked, looking up at her friend.

Y/n didn't. At least, not really. She'd heard his name but all the faces of frat guys tend to blend together after a while. "Yeah, sure." She answered.

"Well, you just so happen to be birthday twins, and I just so happened to convince him to let you in on the celebrations." She announced the plan.

"It's a frat party, Lex, everyone's invited," Y/n stated, wondering if her friend had forgotten that obvious fact.

"Especially since you're girls," Miles added in before going back to his conversation with Spencer, Mason, and Ethan about basketball.

Lexi looked up at Y/n with big pleading eyes. "They're getting a massive cake and it'll have both your names on it. Plus, their frat house is awesome."

She sighed loudly, demonstrating her annoyance. Lexi's appeal as a friend was because of her hyper-social nature, but it had come back to bite her. "Okay, Lex, and thank you."

"Yay!" She squealed, springing up and wrapping her arms around the other girl. "We've got to go dress shopping, like, asap."

"You have class this afternoon." Y/n reminded her, mostly because she didn't want to go dress shopping.

Lexi threw her hand in the air nonchalantly. "Chem sucks, I can skip it."

"How did you actually get into Caltech?" She wondered, joking with her best friend.

"Still not sure." She answered, frowning for a moment. Checking over her shoulder to make sure the boys were still occupied, she pulled Y/n into her room: a clear sign some gossip was about to happen. "Okay, so your little genius boy's done with Engineering now and he's doing a masters so he can get his doctorate, but he's starting a chemistry degree."

Y/n's mouth dropped open again in astonishment before her brain caught up. "He's not my little genius boy." She emphasized, rolling her eyes at the subtle teasing. "If the word on the street's worth listening to, he's everyone's above-average genius boy."

Still, there was more gossip to come. "Most recently, Soraya, I heard," Lexi revealed the newfound information. "Mason told me."

Y/n didn't want to comment on the Spencer news, and she was thankful Lexi gave her a way out. "Yeah, what the hell is going on with you two?"

"Oh, just some drama with the ex-best friend, ex-girlfriend." Lexi answer, waving her hand around at the unimportance of it all.

"Sounding a toxic way to start a relationship, Lex," Y/n warned, not trying to scold her friend.

Lexi gave her an annoyed look, probably proving the point her friend was trying to make. "Not more toxic than being in love with someone with two opposite personalities."

"I'm not-"

Her defense quickly got interrupted. "Yo, are you guys coming to lunch or what?" Ethan asked, peeking his head around into the room.

Lexi linked her arm with Y/n, any feuding words between them a distant memory as they walked out of her bedroom together. "You guys eat like machines," Lexi commented, punching her maybe-boyfriend's arm.

The party came too soon for Y/n's liking. It wasn't that she hated going out, it had become what she was accustomed to a few times a month, but it was her birthday and she would have preferred a nice dinner with her friends, a movie, and some snack.

Like any good party, it had a theme: Princesses or Princes- an amendment that was quickly made- and Superheros. Although it wasn't her first choice, Y/n ended up in a glittery, tight, yellow dress that reached her mid-thigh. With enough makeup for backstage of Milan fashion week, Y/n and Lexi were leaving their place.

"No, you didn't!" Y/n squealed when they got onto the street, and a limo was waiting for them.

"I didn't," Lexi assured her. "But a frat guy who's keen on you did, and I let him."

She was definitely proud of herself and Y/n wasn't going to argue so together they got into the limo, letting it drive them the short distance to the frat house.

It was already loud. Even loud for a college party. The blaring hip-hop was too loud outside of the house and she didn't want to imagine what it would be like inside, but she quickly found out.

There were people everywhere, even outside, and there were even more of them inside. It was hot, too, no doubt from everyone's body heat.

After only being there for a few seconds, an arm was slung around her shoulder, and a drink was placed in her hand in a pink solo cup. "Hey, birthday princess." It was the birthday boy himself, grinning at her with a drunk smile.

"Nice outfit," Y/n commented, glancing down at the Superman boxers that Logan was wearing. Only Superman boxers. He fit all of the conveniently attractive boxes with his muscular figure from all the time he spent playing football. Apparently, he also had no shame, and if his reputation was anything to go by, he was the funny guy.

"I'll let you take them off me." He offered, winking at her to match the bold statement.

She was used to it, well, as used to it as one can be. "I'm not drunk enough for that." She bit back, knowing they all love it when you're mean to them.

"Drinks are over there, princess." He informed her, nodding into another room. "Find me when you've had enough."

Charming. "I will not take you up on that," Y/n assured him, nodding like she wasn't rejecting him.

"I got you a gift." He told her, removing his slightly sweaty bare arm from around her. In his other hand, where she hadn't been looking, was a gold crown and a red sash.

She then noticed he also had a crown on, a matching one. "Best gift I've gotten today." She proclaimed, mainly to inflate his ego. Who said she couldn't flirt with him for harmless fun?

"Mm, not until-" He was cut off by someone standing in front of them. "Yo, Reid, what's up?" Logan asked, clasping his hand and pulling him into a bro hug.

Spencer. In an extravagant blue suit with ruffles on his sleeves and around the neck. He'd clearly put a lot of work into his hair, and it looked like a founding father's, but it was kind of attractive.

Why everyone continued to call him by his last name, she didn't know, but it started when someone-someone stupid-assumed his name was Reid Spencer which wouldn't have been stupid had it not been written 'Reid, Spencer.' Now it was just what he went by.

"Sup, man," Spencer replied, his eyes locking with Y/n's. He might have been the first guy all evening not to stare directly at her tits. "Nice necklace." She glanced at the little rose charm, smiling at the fact he'd caught that little detail. "And happy birthday." He remembered before snapping out of his staring and turning back to Logan. "To both of you."

"Thanks, dude," Logan replied. "C'mon, they're doing kegstands outside." He said, tipping his head to the side. "You've gotta remind us all why you're number one."

Spencer gave her a little wave, turning with Logan to walk outside. "It's all about the attitude..." She caught just a few words as they walked away. For someone so intelligent, Spencer didn't always do smart things.

Then she stopped thinking about him, walking through the house to find someone else to talk with after she dumped the pink solo cup that Logan had given her.

It wasn't a bad party, probably one of the best she'd been to. There were enough people she knew for her to talk to and people she didn't know who came up to her, wishing her a happy birthday.

She was talking with some girl- Stacy, maybe- when she was forced to think about Spencer again. It came in the form of catching his eyes while he stood at the end of a table. There were cups in a triangle form in front of him, all 10 of them still there.

He looked unfairly pretty with the darkness and neon lights around him. And his eyes were locked on hers, ignoring the girl who Y/n knew to be Soraya beside him for a second.

He threw his head back with a white ball bounced into one of his cups, his Adam's apple becoming more prominent. Y/n couldn't hear what he was saying, but he leaned over to speak into Soraya's ear before she picked up his cup, drank a bit before holding it to Spencer's pretty pink lips and pouring the rest down his throat.

"You know, I heard he once bet 10 guys in a row, like not getting new cups." Stacy, or maybe Sara, informed her.

"It's the Math and Engineering degrees," Y/n mumbled to her.

Stacy, Sara, or Shelly nodded, clearly ready for more gossip. "I heard he's hooking up with Lexi-oh shit, I guess you already knew that, though."

Y/n had to consciously stop herself from having a noticeable reaction to the news. Her blood ran cold, and it was stupid because Spencer wasn't anything to her but a friend. Surely, Lexi wouldn't... maybe she would. "I'll have to ask her to confirm that one." She tried to joke, and it got the drunk girl laughing, but she couldn't bring herself to.

They talked for a while longer before they both got dragged away to talk to other people, but her thoughts were on Spencer and Lexi all night.

The evening wore on, her shoes were too tight, the alcohol was too warm, her friends had started to disappear, and the music was starting to give her a headache.

With Logan searching for her, it was time to get out of there. There were just too many people, so the best way she could think to leave was out a bathroom window.

In a tight dress, it was difficult, and her eyes snapped up from trying to maneuver herself when the door twisted open and a certain prince slipped inside.

"Spencer, what the fuck? Why are you in here?" She asked, sounding mad.

"I can pick locks." He casually informed her. Of course, he could because that was a completely normal skill.

Y/n still didn't move from her spot, eyes boring into his. "And what if I was peeing?"

He didn't look concerned, just shrugged and stood there. The perfect hairstyle that must have taken him a long time to do had become unkempt over the course of the night. "What are you doing, princess?"

She huffed at him, getting down from the window since it was really uncomfortable. "That's not my name."

Never did he refer to her by name, just some form of sarcastic nickname. Lexi tried to claim it as proof, which would be believable if he said it with a smile and not a smirk.

"Is it Soraya?" He taunted, tipping his head down to look at her.

"Shut up." She quickly replied, huffing out of her nose furiously at him.

Spencer chuckled at her, that stupid smirk that she wanted to smack on his face. He stepped closer to her, drawing her face up with a finger under her chin. The heat in her cheeks couldn't be cooled down by the cold breeze coming through the open window. She really didn't want to be so close to him, but she made no attempt to push him further away.

"You're cute when you're mad." He mentioned, tongue darting out along his lips.

There was no point in defending it. "Don't start." She warned, shaking her head and turning back around to look at her escape.

Another Spencer shrug as he stepped back and gave her some room to breathe without his intoxicating cologne. "So, what are you doing in here, Y/n L/n?"

"Leaving," Y/n replied firmly, spinning back around. She climbed up to the closed toilet seat so she could get on the window.

He came to stand next to her, resting against the wall as he watched what she was doing. "Why?" He pushed.

She could never work him out. Not with how his random questions. "Things to do."

"Mm." He hummed, still having all her attention on him. "Engineering homework or something?"

Another thing he was good at was getting information out of her without directly asking for it. "Fine, I just don't like anyone here, and I wanna go home."

His hand flew over his chest on top of where his head would be. "I'm hurt." He claimed dramatically.

"Okay, be hurt." She replied firmly. He was not going to have the last word. "It's my party so I think I can leave whenever I want." She hoped that would be the end of it, that Spencer would go back to her party and she could slip out the window unknown.

"Without Lexi?" He asked, tipping his head.

That stopped her dead in her tracks, freezing up again and she couldn't control her facial expressions as well around him as she could around near strangers. "Yes." She answered.

"Are you mad at her over some rumor you heard from Sierra?" He wondered, voice only getting firmer at the mention of the girl's name.

"Nope." She lied through her teeth. "Just think it's gross since she has a boyfriend who, might I add, is one of your good friends." Once again, she had her foot in her mouth, saying too much.

"We didn't." Spencer cut her off. His pretty smile flickered between genuine and smug.

A nod seemed emotionless like it was just another fact she learned, but she made it worse with her inability to shut up. "And how did you even know that? What Sierra said to me?"

Spencer chuckled. "I can-"

"Actually, I don't care." She cut him off, not really wanting to hear another word from him.

"I can lip read." He continued his previous statement. "And you shouldn't listen to bitchy gossip."

Y/n's eyebrows raised at that, a gloating feeling taking over her at what felt like a win. "She touched a nerve. What'd she do to get you pissed off?"

"She told everyone we were hooking up and then when. I swear to god, she's psycho." He revealed, clearly still vexed about what went on.

"It's probably true," Y/n mumbled under her breath, but she hoped Spencer heard it. "And I don't really care," She admitted. It was all an act to draw an emotion out of him that wasn't smugness. Hopefully, anger so he'd leave her alone. "Where's Lex?"

Spencer clenched his teeth together in a grimace. "That boyfriend you mentioned, I think they may have broken up." She moved off the window again, ready to go back out into the party as much as she didn't want to. A firm hand on her arm stopped her. "She's fine."

"She's my best friend," Y/n stated blankly. "I can't leave her here heartbroken."

"Ethan's taking her back to your apartment." Spencer continued explaining it all to her.

She half wondered why he didn't lead with that. "So? I need to be there for her." He really did not understand girl code.

"You know what she's like when she'd blackout drunk. She'll be out like a light when her head hits the pillow." He reminded her, and she was forced to think about why he was trying to get her to stay in the oddly clean frat house bathroom with him.

But she pushed down those bad feelings she usually had around him and ignored his oddness. "Great, so I'm going to go."

"Where?" He asked, continuing the conversation for no apparent reason to her.

"I don't know, the beach?" She offered.

"That'll take at least 8 and a half hours." He told her, again being unhelpful. "Come with me. We'll go find someplace to eat."

That might have been worse than going back to the party, and she quickly made her mind up. "No, plus it's 2:41."

"I can't leave you by yourself," Spencer claimed, although he left her emotionally alone all the time. "Especially at 2:41." He could see she was thinking about it, trying to weigh the pros and cons. "Come on, let me buy you your breakfast birthday." He all but begged.

Her eyes widened before she frowned. "It's past midnight, my birthday's over."

He shook his head. "Your birthday's today. Lexi got it wrong the first year, so now you pretend it's yesterday."

Her brain was split between feeling the happiness that came with the knowledge she was important to him and the deep concern about how he knew so much about her.

"Fine." She compromised hesitantly. "But we're going out the window."

"Ladies first." He said, holding out his hand to help her out of the window before getting out it himself.

It was much colder outside without the heat from other human bodies. As she walked her shoes only got more painful, the heels squeezing her feet in a way that would hurt less if she had more alcohol.

The cold grass seemed like a better alternative, and she found herself stopping to take the shoes off without any hesitation. Spencer stopped when he noticed she did, holding his hand out again to help her. He reached his other hand out to take the shoes from her while he threaded his fingers through her other hand.

Y/n didn't comment on the hand holding, choosing to completely ignore it. His long fingers had always felt like they fit perfectly with hers. Thankfully, or maybe not so thankfully, Spencer spoke before the silence got overwhelming. "Your flats are still in my car." He reminded her of something she didn't want to be reminded of.

He hadn't parked too far away and they quickly reached his car. "You can't drive." She told him when he got out his car keys.

"I can." He claimed, opening the passenger side door and motioning for her to get in.

"Friends don't let friends drink and drive. Give me the keys." She demanded, dropping his hand and holding it out so he'd give her the keys.

Spencer chuckled, and she could feel his warm breath on her cooler skin. "We're friends now?" He asked, frowning at her in a teasing manner. Y/n looked less than impressed, giving him another blank look. "I didn't have much, and it was hours ago." He promised.

"You can't prove that, and no offense, but I can't think of a worse way to die than in a car crash with you." She replied, increasingly annoyed at his petulance. Sometimes it was cute, but right now all she wanted was something to eat.

"Can so prove it," Spencer claimed, not giving her a split second to say something back before his lips were on hers. Dumbly, as usual, she let her eyes close and indulged in his warm lips against hers. Deepening the kiss, his tongue slipped into her mouth and she would have been able to taste the alcohol had there been any. He pulled back a second later. "Good enough?"

Her lips were still tingling like they always did, and she struggled with finding an answer to the question he asked. "Mm, yeah, you can drive."

He grinned wider than he needed to, placing a kiss on her cheeks before motioning for her to get into the car. She did, feeling her head spinning with his every action.

On the floor of the passenger side, there were her shoes. Simple white ballet flats with bows on them from that night.

It was her sophomore year at Caltech. Not the first party of the year, but still in the first semester. Y/n's romantic interests had gravitated close to Spencer than she would have liked after they came back from summer vacation. There were other people, of course, and she handed out her own and asked for other people's Snapchats each time they were out.

Spencer was definitely over the driving limit that night, and she had her arm wrapped around his waist as she guided him out of another loud house- a sorority house that time- to his car.

"What? This is your car?" She asked surprised when he unlocked the car.

"Yup." He replied, pushing back his floppy hair with the hand that wasn't around her shoulder.

She gave him a weird look, trying not to be too impressed with someone who had ignored her all night. "Get in." She instructed, nodding to the door before she walked around to the driver's side.

Spencer put his seatbelt on but his eyes stayed focused on her as she moved the seat far forward enough that she would be able to drive.

"You have to press it." He informed her, noticing she couldn't start the car.

She did and experimentally started driving the car, not her first choice of how to get comfortable in a car worth 6 figures. "I've got to say, you had me pretty fooled, Spencer." She confessed after they'd been driving in silence for a little while.

"Hmm, and why's that?" He wondered, a glassy look in his eye.

"I just didn't peg you as a Daddy's money California kind of guy." She explained, clearly in reference to his car. It was crazy how little she knew about him since they'd been friends for more than a year.

He froze in his seat, fingers tightening on the center console. She'd noticed he wasn't as in control when he wasn't sober. "You're so far off." He declared, his expression turning into a smirk. "I'm not even from California."

"Somewhere close, though. You're not east coast, and you definitely don't sound southern." She deduced, prompted to continue by Spencer's nod. "There's money in Colorado, but then you don't seem like the type to ski. Maybe Arizona?" She made her final guess as she parked the car up in front of his apartment after the short drive.

"Nevada." He told her. "Vegas, actually, but I don't come from money."

Y/n scoffed out a laugh, having to look at him properly to confirm whether or not he was serious. He was. "Where'd you get a Range Rover from then?"

"I'm from Vegas." He repeated. "And I can count cards." They'd been friends for a short enough time that he still could elicit a shocked reaction from her. "Was that an impressed look?"

"How would you even get into a casino?" She questioned skeptically, not wanting to believe another fact that proved how amazing he was. "No one would believe you're 21."

He shuffled in his seat, producing a wallet from his back pocket and pulling out an ID. By the birthday, it wasn't his own. "Not only do they believe I'm 21, they believe I'm 25."

"Wow, with your babyface, they've got to be incredibly gullible." She teased while he put the fake ID alongside his real one.

"So, you think I'm cute, is what I'm hearing?" He wondered, a victorious grin going along with his lit-up eyes.

Y/n shook her head with a giggle. "If that helps you sleep at night." She joked, earning a louder than expected laugh from him.

"It will," Spencer confirmed, facing inching closer to hers. She hadn't realized how close they really were until then when she could smell the vodka on his breath. "This will too." He added quietly, leaning further until his nose brushed hers, and she tilted her head to the side so she could kiss him.

It wasn't their first kiss, but it was much more passionate and he cupped her cheeks, wrapping his fingers around the back of her neck so he could press their faces closer together. His tongue traced her bottom lip, slipping into her mouth when she parted her lips.

The pounding in her chest was loud, her heart thumping against her rib cage as she poured all the affection she had for him into the kiss.

When she ran out of air, she pulled back, but Spencer kept his hands on her face. "You're making this a habit, Spencer." She warned although she'd give in time and time again with no resistance. Maybe she just needed more boundaries.

"Actually, scientists think it takes 18 to 254 days to create a habit." He informed her smartly and then his lips were on hers once again. "So, we could?"

She shook her head, that better judgment side taking over finally. "No, we can't." She decided, a tiny glimmer of hurt in her eyes. She really couldn't give him the opportunity to let her down when she promised herself this year would be different. "You can't be drunk every night for a good part of the year."

He accepted that as an answer like the question was casual. "Thanks for driving me. I'll come by and get my car tomorrow, if that's okay?" He was already getting out of the car before he finished the question.

"You're going to let me drive this home?" Y/n spat back in surprise.

Spencer just shrugged, shifting on his feet on the sidewalk. "Yeah, I trust you."

She wished she wouldn't read into things he said so thoroughly. "See you tomorrow then." Shutting the car door, he waved goodbye to her before she drove off.

She slipped the shoes onto her feet, grateful he hadn't thrown them out. His car still smelt like it did back then, clean and the backseats were tidy too.

"Where are we going?" She asked once they were on the road, snapping out of her daydream.

"Somewhere close," Spencer replied as ambiguously as possible. "You'll like it."

She looked at him for another moment, taking in his side profile that was unfairly gorgeous before deciding there was nothing she needed to say to him.

"Your necklace... I remember it." He realized, glancing at her when they were stopped at a traffic light.

Her fingers were on it again, adjusting it meaninglessly. "I wore it like once in freshman year." She recalled, remembering another night they'd been together.

They'd both had too much that night. After drink after drink at another loud party, Y/n knew she needed to walk it off in the cooler October air. Spencer noticed her leaving alone and ran as well as he could despite the fact he was drunk to catch up with her.

"Where are we going?" Spencer wondered, walking alongside her.

The sudden voice in her ear made her jump, heart thumping in fright about who it was until she turned to see Spencer. "Trying to give me a heart attack?" She asked.

"Maybe." He answered. "Although there are other ways I could do that if you're interested."

"I'm not." She assured him, shaking her head. "What are you doing walking with me?"

He stopped for a moment right in the middle of the pavement, and she stopped with him, curious about what he was doing. In a second, he had shrugged his jacket off. She was still frowning at him when he draped it over her. "You looked cold." He explained.

"Thanks." She smiled, slipping her arms into it before they started walking again. The kind gesture was a complete 180 from how he had been treating her the whole night. "You've been kind of weird tonight." She said, the alcohol pulsing through her making her more honest than she would have liked.

"Do you really know me well enough to say that?" He asked in reply, but his tone was angry, it was genuine.

In truth, she didn't know much about him. He'd mentioned his favorite color once, and she knew he was incredibly smart, but more than anything, the only thing she knew about Spencer was how he made her feel.

"Maybe not." She decided before backtracking. "I can pick up on a vibe, though."

"Long week." He claimed, face falling slightly before he perked up again. "Rumor has it, there's something going on with you and Rich-"

Y/n cut him off before he could continue. "Nope. Whoever made that up was delusional."

A scoff came from him. "Good because otherwise, during sex you'd be moaning out dick." His laughter at his own comment was loud.

"Ew. Please don't think about me having sex." She requested, screwing up her face.

He sighed, throwing his head back dramatically. "When you tell someone not to do something, they're going to do it, princess."

Again she grimaced, trying to shake the image out of her head. "Yuck."

"Let's go to mine." Spencer decided, completely changing the conversation topic. They had reached the point in their walk where a left would take them back to Y/n's and a right to Spencer's.

"I wanna go home and sleep." She asserted, denying his request and turning to walk back to her place.

He grabbed her hand to stop her, pulling her body back to face his. "We've got candy, though. Plus, I'm only going to make it one way and if we go to yours, I'm going to have to sleep on Lexi's couch which...well, that would just be torture."

She couldn't really say no to his pretty hazel eyes that flickered under the street lights and focused directly on her. Then there was his perfect grin, dopier than usual. "Okay, fine." She agreed. It may have been naive but she was 18 and she knew Spencer was a good person with some boyfriend potential.

The walk, thankfully, wasn't that far, and Spencer kept the conversation going about how she was finding her engineering degree since he would be starting his own in the second semester.

"Did I tell you how pretty you look?" He asked when they reached the door of his and Ethan's apartment, leaning against the wood instead of actually unlocking the door.

Y/n rolled her eyes, a blush taking over her cheeks. "No." She replied, gazing down at her shoes instead of meeting his eyes.

It wasn't the first time either that night that he cupped her cheeks and forced her to look up at him, and it wasn't the first time she had been diving into kiss his pink lips.

He kissed her harder back and his hands traveled down to her hips to pull her body closer to his. She looped her arms around his neck, fingers tangling in her head as they all but made out on his doorstep. It was messy, rushed and everything she wanted in her drunk mind.

Her heart was thumping, the blood rushing through her veins faster and her head spun as he kissed her passionately. The taste of vodka would have been easier to distinguish if she didn't taste the same.

For a moment, they pulled apart to get some air. "Stay over," Spencer mumbled, his lips brushing hers. She pulled back further, a little in shock by the offer and unable to figure out his motive. The surprised look on her face got Spencer talking. "Not so I can sleep with you, so I can sleep beside you." He clarified.

Sleeping beside him, waking up next to him, and maybe getting to kiss him was enough of an incentive for her to agree.

"Oh, you left it on my bedside table and asked Ethan to get it back to you." Spencer recalled, clearly remembering more of the morning after.

"Stupid, I know." She agreed, placing her fingers flat on her forehead. "I'll never hear the end of that."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes as they both laughed. "You'll never hear the end of that? I'll never hear the end of that."

When the laughter died down, Spencer turned another corner and they were pulling into a Starbucks drive-through. "Starbucks?" She asked, turning to look at him blankly. "I was expecting something 5 stars."

He looked worried for a second, before properly reading her expression as playful. "It's 3 am." He defended, voice reaching a higher pitch.

Y/n shook her head, teasing him further. "Excuses, excuses."

"Just tell me what you want," Spencer instructed, trying to sound firm but smiling. "Then we're going to go to the beach." She chose not to argue, telling him what she wanted and sitting back in the seat while he got her what she wanted.

Unlike during the daytime, the drive to the beach was quick by LA standards. For a while, she stared out the window and watched the lights of the city flash past her as they drove through the familiar roads.

"Do you actually let people eat in your car?" She asked when he bit into what he had chosen while driving. The car almost looked too clean for anyone to sit in it.

"No, only me." He answered, smirking at her. That was all the permission she needed to start eating her own early breakfast.

For the rest of the journey, they sat in silence, both watching the road go by and the cars drive past them before he pulled the car into a park that overlooked the ocean.

"You know, we're not actually going to be able to see the sun rise from here?" She teased him, eyes pulling away from the dark beach in front of them to him.

"Actually, I did know that." He assured her with a chuckle. "But, this way, you get the pretty colors in the sky without having to look into the sun. Plus, if you want a proper sunrise, we'll have to drive cross country."

It sounded exactly in between a dream and a nightmare. "I think that's what they call an abduction."

"You're funnier than people give you credit for." He told her sincerely, and it was enough to have her heart flipping in her chest. "I got you a gift." He announced, leaning over to her seat and opening the glove box before pulling out a black, small rectangular shaped box with a red bow around it.

"Spencer, thank you, but you really didn't have to." She said gratefully and slightly confused.

He shrugged, smiling as he watched her play with the bow. "I wanted to."

She looked back up at him with a grin before turning her attention back to the present and opening it. Inside the box laid a gold-shaped rose, an infinity rose, she knew. "Spencer..." She trailed off in awe, unsure of what to say as she met his eyes. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He replied before a sudden wave of nerves hit him. Something she seldom saw from him. "I didn't really know- what, um, what you'd like-"

"It's perfect. Thank you." She cut him off before he could continue, leaning forward and kissing him before she could stop herself.

It felt like the most natural thing to do in that situation, like there was something hard-wired in her brain that compelled her to lean forward and kiss him whenever she felt that overwhelming sense of happiness.

Spencer kissed her back more tentatively than he usually did like he was holding something back and he didn't even attempt to pull her in for another kiss.

"Sorry." She rushed out an apology, dipping her head down to avoid the embarrassment of looking at him.

"Don't be." He stopped her spiraling, reaching down to hold her hand. "You can do that whenever you want."

Y/n shook her head, trying to be firm with herself. "No, I can't. We actually need to stop doing this whenever we're drunk." She stated, motioning between the two of them with her finger.

"We're not drunk." He reminded her. It was more because he needed the truth rather than he was trying to play devil's advocate.

"You usually only kiss me when you are, though." She countered, sounding more hurt than she wanted to.

It wasn't that he hurt her purposefully, it was that she kept letting herself indulge in the fantasy for too long, and now that she was entering a new decade, it was time for her to grow up and be realistic.

"You think I don't want to kiss you all the time?" He asked, sounding almost rhetorical. Her silence gave him an answer. "I do, and I want to tell you I love you every single day, but I never seem to be able to. Honestly, I don't even try to find a time to tell you anymore, I just do it when I'm drunk enough that it doesn't matter and I'm sorry that it hurts you."

"What are you trying to say?" Y/n stopped him again. Her heart had started speeding up as she felt them getting inevitably closer to the truth being revealed.

He took a deep breath, and she sat there hoping it wasn't just to draw out suspense. "I love you."

Even if it didn't for Spencer, she felt all the tension dissipate and her eyes widened slightly before she felt that all-consuming sense of joy flow over her again.

Once again, her lips were on his again, but he kissed her back firmly that time, pulling her closer to him and refusing to break the kiss until the very last second.

"I love you, too."

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