#spencer x ethan college au

[cumulo-stratus]

Embrace[s.r]

spencer doesnt feel like hes anything more than his intelligence, but ethan proves him wrong.

WARNINGS- angst, internalized homophobia, self esteem issues, crying, mentions of mommy issues

college au!Ethan x college au!spencer reid ][ hurt/comfort ][ masterlist!!

a/n- ok this is actually my first ship fic and im so excited!! i've been obsessed with Ethan x spencer ever since i started writing this! hope y'all enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing <3

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there was a soft breeze drifting through the window ruffling the non-existent curtains that no college student was going to spend their little money on. Instead there were some cheap shades provided by the university.

Ethan never minded his small means, his small dorm with a small bed despite being in his junior year. The bed was big enough to fit him and Spencer and that's all he cared about.

but tonight, in the dark room they weren't sitting on top together- no Spencer was hunched over himself his body wracking sob after sob, and ethan’s arms wrapped around him. they left comforting circles on his back, and squeezed spencer tightly against his chest.

the darkened room left both boys faces wailed by shadows, hiding spencers tear track stained cheeks from his best friend.

ethan’s hushed voice was deafening over the silence of the tiny dorm room. He whispered quiet small nothings into spencers ear.

spencers cheek was smushed into his best friends shoulder, and his face was in ethan’s neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his worn university sweatshirt.

spencers knees were pulled to his chest in a self soothing motion, and ethan’s arm wrapped around the ball of spencer in his lap. Spencer also had his arms wrapped tightly around ethan’s waist, white knuckle gripping the back of his sweatshirt.

spencer had never felt worth more than when he was with Ethan. Ethan saw him for more than a 187 IQ or a multiple degree nerd. To Ethan, spencer was a man who had humor, deep empathy, and so so much love to give.

And it was nights like these were sometimes spencer needed a little help remembering that.

after all, thats what best friends are for right?

by two am, spencers body didn’t have any more tears to cry. He was a tired cookie sinking into his best friend’s arms.

“i, im sorry,”

spencer sounded hesitant, voice still shaky and throat still frogged. Ethan only chuckled lightly to himself, causing spencers eyebrows to knit together slightly and his head to perk up from its place on the other boys shoulder at the sound.

“spencer you've nothin to be sorry for” ethan’s soothing drawl lulled spencers worries along with the bashful smile he held for the idiotic genius in front of him.

this caused a small smile to crawl its way onto spencers lips and a blush on his cheeks.

“everyone needs a lil’ reassurance sometimes- even geniuses like you spence,”

spence. only Ethan called him spence. spencer liked when ethan called him that. the only other person who had a nickname for him was his mother, and thats a whole other can of worms filled with mommy issues we dont have time for.

these reassuring words caused the aforementioned smile to grow on his lips a centimeter or two. Spencer had now raised his head to look directly at Ethan. Their faces were so close, they could feel each others breath warming the others’ lips.

Ethan couldn't help but let his eyes drift downwards to spencer’s pink lips, the moment getting the better of him. the young genius was too busy staring into ethan’s beautiful deep brown eyes.

the bearded man tentatively lifted a hand to spencers cheek. he cupped it gently, his thumb rubbing away the tear tracks littering spencers soft cheeks. Ethan could feel the heat rising to his already warm cheeks.

this caused spencer to smile a bit, his eyes crinkling slightly from joy and bashfulness. they reminded themselves of school girls, blushing and grinning for eachother.

Ethan leaned in closer without actually touching spencers face with his, if that was possible. though it was spencer who took the final leap to close the gap.

Spencers lips felt exactly how Ethan had imagined them for months, the kiss feeling electric as they danced. Ethan had been pining for his best friend for months, but this whole experience was new for spencer. He had never really kissed anyone, and he had never really imagined it being with a man. but it felt right. like so many things had just clicked into place and spencer felt at peace in ethan’s arms

finally pulling away air, they both grinned big bashful smiles at each other. “that was nice, i like doing that. i like kissing you.” Spencer the ever logical man of science stated them as facts, though the hearts in his eyes were far from logical.

“can i kiss you again?” Ethan phrased it more like a statement than a question, but the offer still stood. instead of a response, Ethan got a kiss, which i guess one could say is a response. this time neither was caught off guard, and they could enjoy it more.

spencer felt fireworks behind his eyes to say the least.

when the pair reluctantly pulled away for air again, Ethan couldn't help but stare into spencer blown, honey brown pupils. Thais caused spencer to blush, a warmth creeping up his cheeks, blending with the buzzing lingering on his lips left by ethan’s own lips.

“i like you, ethan, like a lot”

ethan chuckled a bit, not at spencers admittance, but at the fact he fel the need to say it. “oh really spence, we practically just made out. but for the record i like you to, like a lot” Ethan had a warm smile fas as he spoke, looking down at spencer, who was still resting the side of his head against ethan’s shoulder.

spencer blushed a little when Ethan called him out, but knew he only meant it lovingly. though lovingly was the only way ethan ever spoke to spencer.

Even before spencer collapsed into his arms crying when he came over to vent about classwork, even before Ethan comforted him with no hesitation, and even before they practically made out. which was why Ethan felt the need to support

“hey spence?”

“ya?”

“you know it’s okay that you kissed a guy, ive known i was into guys since freshman year, its okay.”

spencer looked down, fiddling with his fingers like he always did. Ethan took the opportunity to take spencers hands in his. “hey, honey, look at me, it’s okay.” spencer darted his eyes up to Ethan’s and he said with an obvious frog in his throat “its okay that I kissed you, its okay that im in love with you.”

ethan’s smile was warm at spencer’s words, and he placed a peck on his cheek. “thank you handsome, thats all i wanted to hear.” spencer was even more blushy at the pet name, leaning farther into ethan’s shoulder in the hopes of obscuring his face in the other boys sweater.

“you know if your in love with me, then i think that means we should be boyfriends, right?” Ethan had a playful tone, but the questions till stood.

“i think so too, boyfriend.” spencer spoke joyfully, a smile on his face as he placed one last kiss on his now boyfriends lips.

without any other words said the new couple laid down together. spencer laid with his back resting against his boyfriends chest as he curled in on himself.

Ethan took the opportunity as the big spoon to rest in face in spencers hair, the smell of his hair gel bringing comfort.

Spencer fell asleep to the sound of ethan’s breathing and the feeling of his boyfriend’s warmth against their skin. He felt like more than enough in ethan’s arms, in ethan’s embrace.

The End

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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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Alexandra "Alex" Hunt (nee Spencer)

[All Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer Masterlists] [All things Alex]

Book: Red Carpet Diaries / Hollywood U Husband: Thomas Hunt Children: Felicity, Vincent, Bogart (dog) Face Claim: Katherine McPhee (RCD FC)

*Alex began as a main character, but has become an original character now It only took almost 5 years to make a character page for her 🙈

What's in a Name?~ Alexandra Rose Spencer

Alexandra

Origin: Greek, feminine form of Alexander, derived from alexein

Meaning: "defender of men"

Why I chose it: I adore the name Alex and all variations of the name. It's one of my favorites which is why I chose it for my pen name... I have a complete unpublished manuscript from several years ago. Maybe one day I'll do something with it, but until then, I decided to give Alex her name because it means something to me

Rose

Origin: Latin

Meaning: rose, a flower

Why I chose it: My grandmother's name was Rose, when she passed I decided to remember her through Alex by giving her Rose as a middle name

Spencer

Origin: English

Meaning: derived from the Old French despensier, a steward

Why I chose it: One of my favorite TV shows of all time is Psych, so I gave her the last name Spencer after Shawn Spencer.

Nicknames: primarily Alex, she did try going by Lexi and Lex when she was in middle school, but decided they weren't for her

The Basics

Birthday: March 6 Zodiac: Pisces Personality: Artistic, Creative, Idealistic, Adaptable, Generous, Empathetic, Romantic, Trusting, Compassionate, Dreamy, Procrastinates, Avoids Conflict, Too Trusting

Hair: Dark Brown, sometimes she highlights it lighter Eyes: Brown Height: 5'8" (based on my FC)

Family + Hometown

Hometown: Pella, Iowa

Parents + Home: Henry and Laura Spencer Henry and Laura were high school sweethearts, but waited to get married until after college. They had one child, Alex. Laura had some complications during her pregnancy and childbirth so her and Henry didn't want to risk another. They were okay with it, because they loved Alex with all they were.

Unfortunately, Henry had a sudden and unexpected heart attack when Alex was 12 and passed away. It was hard for Alex and her mom. Alex turned her pain into her drama and theatre performances. Through the friends she made there, she found an amazing support system.

Laura is a nurse. Henry was an architect.

Education

HWU AU: Hollywood U

RCD AU: Tisch School of the Arts at NYU* *Don't hold me to that, I had a different school in mind, but at Tisch she could have met Olivia who was going to NYU at the same time and CoffeeShopAU!Ellie (if I ever finish it) who grew up in Brooklyn. Tisch would give me a gateway to bring those ladies into my RCD world. Current version of Ellie exists in my HWU universe!

More about Alex

Likes: coffee (particularly iced), doodling, painting (even if she's not the best), quiet moments away from the spotlight, her family, stargazing, mysteries, the ocean, hot baths, reading, movie night

Dislikes: decaf (she suffered through it for the twins, but only for them), the last sip of coffee in a cup, mornings, exercise, humidity, abuse of power, betrayal, traffic, frogs (irrational fear)

Best Friends: Addison Sinclair (HWU/RCD), Chazz Javellana (RCD), Ethan Blake (HWU/RCD), Ellie Shepherd-Ramsey (HWU), Ethan Ramsey (HWU)

Asks, Edits, Art, and more about Alex can be found on her Character Masterlist Page

More to be come...

please let me know if there is something you'd like to know about Alex that I can add!

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Ruin It.

18+ Spencer Reid x Ethan

Summary: Spencer never had sleepovers as a kid, so now that he's an adult he's always sleeping over at Ethan's house, ad he'll take any excuse to crawl into bed beside him.

Warnings: mutual pining, love concessions, blowjobs, handjobs, anal sex (both top and bottom spencer in this), childhood friends to lovers

word count: 5.4K

a/n: this is for @imagining-in-the-margins only 1 bed event!! using the prompts: "College!AU where you think you’re crawling into bed with your friend at a party but it’s actually (Character), the person you’ve been crushing on, who is too scared to kick you out" and "Spencer keeps telling you random facts in the middle of the night"

College sucked. Classes weren’t too bad, the workload was manageable when you had no life, the hardest part was that he felt alone most of the time.

His roommates were nice, but they were constant party people and he wasn’t. He liked the occasional party and light drinking, not getting sloshed every single night. He wrote his essays, he went to class, and on the weekends he went to visit Ethan. 

He wasn’t allowed to have sleepovers as a child, and he was a little too afraid to let anyone see his mom like that. So as soon as he moved out, he started sleeping at Ethan's house or inviting him to his dorm room. It was a little tradition that Spencer loved.

He also loved Ethan; more than he’d ever tell him. He’s loved him since the moment he saw him at the gifted kid's high school orientation, and it’s slowly grown from a friendly love to unrequited pining. But it was okay, it was bearable. He saw Ethan a lot, they talked every day and being Ethan’s friend was honestly enough for him.

He was leaving class, looking down at his phone while he walked out the door so he could text Ethan and ask when he could come over. Pulling up his chat, he sat down on the bench by the door so he didn’t kill himself trying to text and walk. “I love that you can sit down beside me without even looking at me.” the man beside him said. Spencer looked up and it was Ethan.

“What the fuck?” was all he could say.

“I brought you a coffee cause you stayed up most of the night doing your essay.” He said softly, handing Spencer a Starbucks cup.

Spencer smiled, his heart-melting and seeping into his stomach to feel like butterflies. “Thank you,” he said before taking a sip, it was his classic overly sweet coffee. “Did you want to come back to mine for a bit or go to yours?” Spencer asked.

Ethan stood up, taking Spencer’s bag from him and putting it on his back, “come back to mine.” he suggested. Spencer couldn’t say no to him.

At Ethan’s they always ordered pizza, sitting at Ethan’s small glass dining table and discussing little things they hadn’t told each other yet from the week. Sure they called at night and texted all day but there were stories they saved for when they saw each other in person. Spencer cared for this tradition more than anything else, it made it feel more intimate.

Almost like a date.

After dinner, they’d watch something together, sat pressed together on Ethan’s tiny leather love seat and often sharing a blanket. More than once Ethan had fallen asleep and dipped down to Spencer’s shoulder, making his heart flutter more than usual. Today however he didn’t fall asleep.

They caught up on Doctor Who, getting way too invested in the show and arguing about the plot once it was over. Switching to the movie network, there was just a random sex scene playing, Ethan stopped switching channels and laughed lightly.

“What’s it like sleeping with a girl?” Spencer asked, lightly, embarrassed.

Ethan looked at him almost confused, “Oh, well I only slept with my ex and even then it was only a few times cause our parents were always home, but it was good.” He said, trying to play it up a little, “The first time was the best though cause it was new and exciting and my dick only knew my hand till then so it was pretty great.”

Spencer laughed at him, hard enough to bend at the waist and place his hand on Ethan’s thigh. “What?” Ethan said, he felt like smacking him.

“You’re funny,” Spencer replied with a grin. “So you’ve not slept with anyone else since her? It’s been like a year?”

Spencer knew how much time it had been and that Ethan broke up with her because she was moving away. What he didn’t know was that Ethan dumped her because he’s actually in love with someone else, someone who is currently sitting beside him and asking him questions about sex.

“I haven’t found a person yet that I want to sleep with, like don’t get me wrong I miss sex but like, I don’t want to fuck just anyone anymore,” he explained, staring down at his hands feeling the tiniest bit embarrassed. “I’ve tried sleeping around and the feelings after are too messy, I don’t like when they leave after.”

“What’s it like sleeping with guys?”

Ethan smiled, “It’s amazing, some guys are so tiny and soft and then other guys are rugged and buff and can slam you against a wall and fuck the shit out of you. It’s always different and always amazing.”

“Fuck,” Spencer whispered, feeling himself start to get hard as Ethan talked about getting fucked.

“I like girls, not a lot though,” Ethan said, shifting his body so he was looking more at Spencer and not just sitting beside him. His hand still on Spencer’s leg, “like tits are great and one time this girl was sitting on me while we made out so her hair was in my face and I loved that, I like long hair but I don’t think I want to sleep with women anymore.”

Ethan talking about sex in detail was starting to kill him, he raised one leg up to pull into his chest so his erection wasn’t visible under the blanket they were sharing. It was just a normal conversation…

“Are you staying out here tonight or coming to bed with me again?” Ethan asked to cut the silence.

“I’m going to stay out here if that’s okay?” Spencer replied, swallowing sharply.

“I’m going to shower and head to bed if that’s okay?” He said softly, running his thumb against the material of Spencer’s jeans.

“It’s your house, do what you want.” Spencer teased.

“I washed your pj’s from the last time you were here and they’re in the cupboard above the washing machine.” He said with a smile, getting up and leaving the room.

Spencer watched him walk away with a smile on his face the whole time.

He got up, ignoring his hard-on in the hopes it would just disappear on its own. He put his pj’s on and grabbed the throw pillows from the floor to get comfortable on the tiny couch. For being tiny it was actually much more comfortable than his dorms rock hard mattress.

He sat there in the living room, the tv still on for light and background noise. He heard Ethan singing lightly in the shower until eventually the water stopped and he heard Ethan walking around his room, probably putting his pj’s on and getting ready for bed himself.

Sometimes he’d come out and give Spencer a hug or tell him he loved him, platonically of course. He waited there, his phone resting on his chest while he listened carefully, hoping he’d see him one last time before he went to bed.

His phone buzzed on his chest.

Ethan: I don’t want to ruin the friendship, but we’re both horny and could help each other out.

Spencer read it 3 more times, blinking and rubbing his eyes. He couldn’t believe what he read. Without thinking it over he texted him back.

Spencer: ruin it.

Ethan opened his door and Spencer peaked his head over the back of the couch, they stared at each other softly for a moment. Spencer got up off the couch and met Ethan at his doorway, he placed a hand on his chest lightly, the shirt he threw on clinging to his damp skin underneath.

“How do we do this?” Spencer asked.

“I can bottom, you know cause you’ve never,” Ethan said softly, looking down ever so slightly to look into his eyes.

Spencer moved his hand up Ethan’s chest, along his neck till he was cupping Ethan’s face in his hand. He reached up and kissed him, backing him up into the room and lightly turning them so he could press Ethan against the wall. All he’s ever wanted to do was kiss Ethan, his lips always looked so soft and plump.

Boy, were they ever… Spencer almost melts into his touch as Ethan wrapped his hands around Spencer’s waist, pulling him in tighter and flicking his tongue across Spencer’s bottom lip. Spencer opened his mouth, letting Ethan’s tongue in. He tasted like toothpaste, his tongue was warm and soft against Spencer’s. Spencer pulled back, opening his eyes and locking them with Ethan’s once more.

He pulled back and ripped his t-shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor. “When the fuck did you get so hot?” Ethan asked, doing the same with his shirt.

“Always have been,” Spencer reminded him, “you just weren’t thinking with your dick the last time you looked at me.”

Ethan pulled him back in, connecting their mouths once more, making out with more heat and want than before. He ran his hands down Ethan’s bare chest, playing with the chest hair in his fingers a bit. Ethan broke the kiss, kissing down Spencer’s neck and he dipped down enough to reach behind Spencer’s thighs and pick him up.

Spencer shrieked in surprise, wrapping his arms around Ethan’s neck and gripping Ethan’s hair while he continued to kiss Spencer’s neck. He turned them around so Spencer was pressed against the wall, Spencer crossed his ankles so that he felt more secure against Ethan, hoisted in the air. It was so new, he’d never been manhandled like this before. He didn’t even know how to respond, he just moaned while Ethan nipped and sucked at his neck.

He thought he was hard before on the couch, but now he was aching. He thought he could cum right in his pants from the amount of attention Ethan was giving his neck. He ground down a bit, wanting to see if he could feel how hard Ethan was from that position, and he was right. Ethan pushed back up into him, grinding his rock-hard cock against his ass and groaning in Spencer’s ear.

“Eth,” he said, breathy with want. “Put me down.”

Ethan did as he asked, looking at Spencer with soft eyes, wondering what he wanted next. Spencer gripped the waistband of Ethan’s bottoms, tugging him to the bed and pushing him down. He let Ethan shuffle back till his head was on the pillow. He took his shirt off, threw it by the door, pushed his pj’s down to his ankles and stepped out climbed onto the bed, settling himself between Ethan’s legs.

He toyed with the waistband of his pj’s once more. He looked at Ethan for approval, waiting for him to nod ever so lightly while watching Spencer. he pulled them down, Ethan lifting his hips to assist.

Once his cock sprung free, laying against his stomach, Spencer felt his arousal rush through his whole body. He bit his lip looking down at it, long and thick. A pretty blue vein running along the side, the head sticking out just above his foreskin, his balls tight and beautiful. He was in awe.

“Have you done anything with a guy before?” Ethan asked softly.

“I’ve given a blowjob as a once,” Spencer replied, feeling the embarrassment flush his cheeks.

“Do whatever you're comfortable with, don’t try and wow me or anything.” he said softly, sitting up a bit and reaching a hand out to touch Spencer’s, “you’ve always wowed me, Spence.”

Spencer crawled over him, pushing him back against the bed. He stared into Ethan’s eyes for a moment, the light from the lamp making his skin shimmer.

Spencer pressed a kiss to his lips, “a lot of what I do is to impress you.”

He pulled back, licking his lip before biting the bottom one slightly. He worked his way down Ethan’s bed once more, kissing his hip and spreading Ethan’s legs slightly. Getting down low enough that his own cock rubbed against the bed making him groan a bit. He licked a stripe up Ethan’s length, all while looking up at him to watch him throw his head back in pleasure.

He took the tip in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before taking him further. Ethan reached his hand into Spencer’s, way too long, hair and played with his scalp. Spencer had a thing for people playing with his hair, he moaned around Ethan causing him to buck up into him.

Spencer let out a small choking noise as he pulled back, “Sorry.” Ethan whispered.

Spencer just hummed and kept sucking. Bobbing up and down on his wonderfully beautiful cock. He wanted to pinch himself and see if he was dreaming; see if he fell asleep on the couch and all of this was just in his head right now.

“Spence,” Ethan moaned, “just fuck me,” he pleaded.

Spencer pulled off with a pop, “where do you keep the lube?” Spencer asked.

“In the bathroom,” Ethan said, running the hand that was in Spencer’s hair down to his cheek softly. Almost too soft for a quick and easy fuck.

“You wouldn’t have to get up if you got a side table.” Spencer teased.

“What makes you think I’m getting up, you can get it.” Ethan shot back.

Spencer crawled back up him and got in real close, his lips barely touching Phils, “if you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to get it.” he whispered, voice as low and sultry as he could get it.

Ethan gripped Spencer’s hips and flipped him, their faces still close. “You better fuck me good then,” he said before kissing him deeply once more. Pulling back and hopping off the bed, stepping out of his pants that were around his ankles.

Spencer laid there, rock hard and tenting his boxers. He reached down to palm himself, feeling the wet spot of precum camouflaged by the black fabric. He didn’t know if he should take them off or wait for Ethan to take them off, all he knew was that it felt good to be feeling himself up while he waited.

Ethan walked back into the room, cock bobbing as he did so. “Look at you,” he said, stopping in his tracks and looking Spencer up and down, not subtle at all. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“Eth, have you ever seen yourself?” Spencer said, changing the topic, he wasn’t ever comfortable with compliments of any kind.

“Shut up and take your underwear off,” he ordered, getting onto the bed and standing on his knees.

Spencer pushed his pants down to his ankles and took them off, throwing them with the rest of his things so when it was all over and done he could gather them and leave. He knew the drill with one-night stands, and no matter how much he hoped this wasn’t that, it was.

Spencer laid there in the middle of the bed, Ethan smirked lightly before throwing a leg over Spencer and making his way up to sit on him. Spencer’s hands immediately made their way to rest on his soft, naked, hips.

He had stretch marks, a few freckles and a mole on the left side of his groin. His little tuffs of chest hair were dark and curly, matching his hair. Spencer took in the moment so thoroughly, memorizing the texture of his skin and the way his heart skipped a beat sometimes when he looked at Spencer for too long. How cute he looked in the yellow glow of the lamp on the other side of the room. How it cast a shadow of Ethan’s form onto Spencer’s body making him disappear into the moment, the way he wanted to.

Ethan ran his fingers down Spencer’s chest so lightly that it felt like feathers. He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh. He leant down, using one hand to prop himself up beside Spencer’s head and the other to fiddle with the cap of the lube. His breath was hot on Spencer’s mouth while he watched Ethan get in position.

He was going to open himself up all whilst kissing Spencer. “This is still okay, right?” Spencer asked him.

“I’m literally about to finger myself and sit on your dick, so yes,” Ethan said with a small laugh.

Spencer laughed too, running his hands up Ethan’s back and holding him like a hug. He wondered if sex with Ethan was like this for his other partners if they felt happy and safe and full of laughter. The sex Spencer had before him was never like this, never fun or long-lasting. It was rushed and boring and pitiful.

Ethan kissed him again, soft pecks as Spencer felt Ethan’s arm moving between them. He moaned a little against Spencer’s mouth and he took that opportunity to lick his lip, feeling Ethan’s tongue against his own; hot and wet but also soft and wonderful.

He was so far gone for Ethan, he was truly fucked in more ways than one.

Ethan ground down into him and ripped him back to reality, the feeling of their cocks together was enough to have him cumming then and there.

Ethan pulled back, sitting back up he grabbed a condom that he must have brought with him from the bathroom. He opened it with his mouth trying to be seductive but only got some of the spermicides in his mouth and the foil stuck to his chin making Spencer laugh hard enough his stomach almost started to hurt.

“I fucking hate you,” Ethan said, rolling the condom down Spencer’s length.

“Really?” Spencer asked, head cocked, “cause it looks like we’re fucking, regardless?”

Ethan strokes a generous amount of lube onto him, “shut up! God, you’ve always been so annoying,” he says one last time, grabbing Spencer at the base of his cock and lowering himself onto it slowly.

Spencer’s never felt such immense pleasure in his life. He’s fooled around with people and fucked himself before but never in his entire life had he felt the intensity of the rings of muscle pulling him in slowly. Ethan just sat there on him once he bottomed out, Spencer wasn’t even looking at him now.

He had his head thrown back and his eyes closed while Ethan lifted himself and little and slammed back down, causing Spencer to let out the breathiest moan he’s ever produced.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

He pushed himself up on one arm enough to grab the back of Ethan’s neck and pull him down into a kiss. Ethan licked his bottom lip once more, skipping the soft kisses and immediately smashing their tongues together while he road him.

Ethan kept grinding on him, only fucking himself slightly, not getting all that he could. “Wait.” Spencer breathed, “get on your knees a bit more.” he instructed, and Ethan did as he was told.

Spencer was barely still in him, Ethan clenched around the head to keep him there while Spencer bent his knees, placing his feet flat on the bed so he could thrust up into Ethan relentlessly. Ethan moaned, again and again as Spencer fucked into him.

Spencer had never had that reaction, he’d also never expected Ethan to have such high-pitched breathy moans. Ethan held himself up with one arm while he jerked himself off with his other hand.

If Spencer wasn’t so close he’d probably want to cry just a bit. He always wanted to be with Ethan, since he was 17 he’s thought about a moment like this. And he still didn’t believe it was happening.

“Fuck Spence!” Ethan half screamed, cumming up Spencer’s chest, some of it hitting his neck and under his chin.

Spencer kept fucking him, he somehow got even fucking tighter and the heat in his stomach he had been ignoring to focus on the moment suddenly erupted into the condom. He didn’t make any noise, his whole body seized, he felt like he came for a good minute. His body had never felt pleasure like that in his life.

Ethan pulled off and flopped down beside him, staring up at the ceiling like Spencer was.

“What. The. Fuck?” Ethan said slowly, gasping for hair between each word.

Spencer didn’t answer, he didn’t even know if it was a question or a statement. He felt himself soften, he felt the cum getting cold on his chest and in the uncomfortable condom. His legs were too shaky to stand up yet. He sat up, reaching as best as he could off the bed for Ethan’s boxers and wiping himself off.

He took the condom off, tied it so it wouldn’t spill and threw it underhand into the garbage by Ethan’s dresser. He’s never been good at sports in his life but somehow got it in.

Boy did he ever get it in.

Ethan was still beside him, breathing a little less heavy and still very much naked. Spencer stood, seeing if he could handle it, Ethan reached out and grabbed his hand.

“You don’t have to go back to the couch. You can stay in here,” he said, laying over on his normal side of the bed.

Spencer, still naked, crawled over him to get to the inside of the bed, against the wall. Ethan gathered the sheets from the end of the bed, the same ones Spencer had sat on and slept under so many times in the last few years that he’s known Ethan. It wasn’t unusual for them to nap or sleep together, but it was weird to be naked.

“Here, put these on the windowsill?” Ethan said handing him the lube.

Spencer did so, watching as Ethan got out of bed, and turn the light off. Making his way back to the bed with the muscle memory of doing that probably every night. He crawled back into bed and moved to cuddle into Spencer.

“Are you a post-sex cuddler or no?” Ethan asked softly.

“Um, I think so?” Spencer replied, smiling and turning to his side, feeling Ethan’s naked and partly sweaty body press against him.

He felt content, like every fear he’d ever experienced left his memory and he melted into Ethan. falling asleep before he could take at the moment for when he’d need to relive it.

-

He’d slept in the same bed as Ethan before, that part wasn’t awkward. What was awkward was the fact Ethan’s bed was pressed against the wall, and Spencer’s side was against that wall. So if he wanted to sneak out to pee or just to leave and avoid whatever conversation and heartbreak that was to come, he was going to have to crawl over Ethan.

He moved a little too hard, looking at a way out that he woke Ethan. more like startled him. “Fuck Spencer,” he said, a different tone from the night before. “I forgot you were here.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I need to pee,” he said.

“Crawl over me I don’t care,” he said softly. Closing his eyes again.

Spencer did just that, very awkwardly and making Ethan grunt as Spencer accidentally pressed his weight on him. A string of “sorry”’s spewed out of Spencer’s mouth before he got off the bed. He grabbed his underwear as fast as he could and dashed to the bathroom.

He looked at himself in the mirror and was a little horrified. He didn’t know how to talk to his best friend anymore without thinking about how he was inside him and how much he’d like to do it again but the other way. All the ways. He loved him.

He was hard, of course, he was hard, it was morning. But he was also so enthralled in his thoughts of fucking Ethan again.

He peeked his head out the door, Ethan was sitting up, glasses on and phone in hand. “Mind if I shower?” he asked Ethan.

“Go for it, you know where everything is.” he smiled. “And if you want to go round two everything you need is under the sink,” he added, looking at the tent in Spencer’s underwear.

“Fuck,” Spencer whispered again.

“Go on. I’ll be here.”

He closed the door and pressed his back against it. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he repeated once again before getting in the shower to do what he knew he needed to do.

He got out, breathing deeply as he wrapped himself in a towel and put everything back. He grabbed a condom while he was at it and made his way back into the room.

Ethan was there, laid back as he stroked himself lightly. Spencer dropped his towel and threw the condom at him, drying his hair off a bit more before he climbed into the bed and hovered over Ethan.

Ethan reached up and kissed him softly. So soft Spencer almost forgot he was about to get fucked for the first. Ethan wrapped his arms around him once more and flipped him onto his back like he had the night before. He sat on his knees between Spencer’s legs, putting the condom on and reaching for the lube on the windowsill.

Spencer placed his hands on his forehead before running them through the wet curls. He was anxious and ready. “Please,” he whispered.

Ethan smiled, he grabbed the pillow that Spencer had been cradling in his sleep and motioned for Spencer to lift his butt a bit, settling it under him. He took the lube and pumped some onto his 3 fingers, rubbing it together in his hands to warm it.

Spencer spread his legs more, watching in awe as Ethan swiped his index finger along his rim. His breathing picked up, his hands in his own hair got tighter as Ethan pushed in, reaching with his other hand to jerk Spencer off so there was more pleasure than uncomfortable stretching. But honestly, Spencer kinda loved the weird feeling of being full…

He pumped it in and out, twisting and curling it for what felt like too long. “Another,” Spencer insisted, “please?” he added.

He watched Ethan smile again before adding another finger making Spencer moan and shut his eyes, living in the wonderful feeling of butterflies escaping his stomach and running through his veins. It was exciting and new, it was somehow loving and dirty for a “round two” as Ethan called it.

Ethan added a third, without warning and Spencer moaned. Soft and breathy he imagined what the give and take of Ethan’s cock would feel like as opposed to his slender fingers. Lucky for him, he was going to find out soon. He bucked his hips at the thought and that was what lead Ethan to pull out.

“Have you ever had anything more than your fingers in you?” Ethan asked.

“Uh-”

“Only cause I don’t want to hurt you?” Ethan asked, his tone so soft and caring Spencer wondered if the guy he fucked last night was a clone.

“You’re good, just go slow,” Spencer said with a small smile.

“And you’re good on your back?” he asked, lubing himself up.

“Um, does it feel better in any other position?” he asked as innocently as he could for the middle of sex.

Ethan smiled again, he was going to have a sore face at this rate. “Face down ass up is good.” and there he was, dirty, flirty Ethan.

“Okay.”

Ethan backed up a bit so Spencer could rollover. He stuck his ass out, with no remorse, and steadied himself on his forearms on Ethan’s pillow. Ethan felt his ass cheeks, his slightly lubed hand not being able to grip as much.

He felt Ethan line up; the latex tip running against his hole and then ever so slowly, Ethan pushed in, an inch at a time, like someone who had the most self-control in the whole world. Unlike last night when he basically slammed himself down on Spencer’s dick.

It felt so good, the slow drag as he took him in, clenching as he did so to suck him in more and more while Ethan pushed in. the butterflies turned to lava and his whole body ran hot, warmer than it had ever been.

He bottomed out and stilled, “Please.” Spencer spat out, not even realizing how desperate he was.

He pulled back and that felt even more amazing, the drag back was jaw-dropping, but the push back and repeat. Holy fuck, Spencer was seeing stars. He understands Ethan’s little noises from last night on a whole new level. He couldn’t believe it was happening.

Just when it got good the thoughts crept in, this was Ethan. Ethan, the love of his life was fucking him and he couldn’t see him or touch him or kiss him and he felt like he was missing out on the moment, once again.

“Stop,” he cried and Ethan pulled out as fast as he could.

“What?” he asked, Spencer, turned over to see Ethan had his hands in the air as if the cops told him to put ‘em up. He’s panicking thinking he hurt Spencer.

Spencer covered his face and cried. “I’m ruining the moment,” he said, muffled through his hands.

“No, you’re not. It’s okay.” Ethan assured him. “What’s wrong?”

“I like you too much…”

“You actually love me,” Ethan whispers with a smile. “You talk in your sleep, you’ve told me that you love me almost every night since you’ve been staying here.”

Spencer is so embarrassed he covers his face, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay Spencer,” Ethan wraps him up in a hug, “I love you too, the same way you love me. I have for a long time.”

“Can we finish?” Spencer whispers against his neck, kissing him again as he thinks about the fact that the love of his life actually loves him back.

“Are you sure?” Ethan asked.

“Holy fuck, so sure,” Spencer whined.

Ethan lined back up, pushing in once more as Spencer bit his lip at the feeling. “I love you,” he admitted under his breath, completely awake this time.

“Good,” Ethan said before thrusting again. He tucked an arm under Spencer to pull him in closer and his other arm behind Spencer’s neck to kiss him.

Spencer wrapped his legs and arms around him. They kissed deeply while Ethan thrusted in and out of him. Their breathing was rigid and hot on each other's faces. Ethan moved to kiss Spencer’s cheek and jaw, down his neck and Spencer felt close again, right as Ethan hit his prostate.

“Fuck, Ethan, please?” he whined, “leave a mark, oh my god.”

Ethan sucked deeply and Spencer felt gone. He couldn’t believe it, he snaked a hand between them and jerked himself off. His body went fuzzy, that was the best way to explain it; he was shaking and moaning more than he ever had in his life. He came with a shout, running his nails down Ethan’s back and jerking up into his thrusts.

He thinks he might have passed out. He doesn’t remember Ethan finishing, but now Ethan’s cuddled into him, pulled out and there's a dull ache in his shoulder.

“Sorry?” Ethan mumbled.

“For what?” Spencer asked, winded as all hell.

Ethan kissed his shoulder, “for biting you..”

“Oh, I don’t remember anything after I came.” he admitted, “you fucked my brains out, dude.”

“I tell you I love you and you call me dude?” Ethan said, propping himself up to look Spencer in the eyes once more.

“Shut up, I love you,” Spencer said with a smile.

“I love you too.”

Ethan kissed him again, soft and lovingly. More so than any kiss he’d ever had. “All it took was getting you horny during Doctor Who and I finally got you into my bed,” Ethan giggled.

“Excuse me?” Spencer looked at him, blinking a few times. “I’ve wanted to do this since you told me you liked guys too.”

“We missed out on two years of good sex.”

Spencer kissed him again, smiling halfway through. “Shower with me again?” he whispered against Ethan’s lips.

“Wash my back and I’ll wash yours?” Ethan suggested.

“Always,” Spencer said, kissing him one last time.

But it wasn’t the last time. They kissed all day, and all night until Spencer left to go to his dorm. It felt good to be in love with his best friend. Sure, he went to bed lonely that night but he knew in the long run he wasn’t.

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All Things Past

College AU

Summary: Having enemies is stressful, even more so when you're in love with them and they hurt your feelings.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Angst)

Content Warning: Spencer's a jerk (just my type lmao) | little bit of slut shaming | the reader slaps him | suggestive ending

Word Count : 2.2k

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The history between Y/n and Spencer was… complicated. There was something between them that their friends just couldn’t understand.

On paper, there was no reason for them to dislike each other as much as they did. Y/n was just as smart and sweet as him, capable of everything she tried at.

Even in their past, there were things they had gone through that were similar. Y/n's friends, Alison and Cleo, couldn't understand why they weren't, at the very least, friends. But she always had a look of disgust on her face when he spoke.

Ethan and Knox, Spencer's friends, assumed it would get better in their sophomore year when they weren't guaranteed to spend all of their free time together. But he always rolled his eyes whenever she walked into the room.

Even after a rough freshman year, they stayed a tight-knit type of friend group. Every second Friday night was reserved for crashing frat parties or drinking on the living room floor at Knox and Alison's apartment.

Tonight was the latter. After a few shots of cheap vodka, Y/n was nursing a fruity cocktail Alison had made after quite a long process of trial and error.

When the boys took out their stash of weed, Y/n spoke up. "I'm going to go outside." It wasn't that she was opposed to smoking, she just didn't like the smell constantly. Plus, the boys always insisted on smoking so much they couldn't see out the window, and she had an important assignment to do earlier that morning.

Somehow, with their tiny salaries and massive student loans, Knox and Alison had a beautiful apartment. Their balcony was small-ish, with a little love seat. They had been together since the very beginning of freshman year which no one thought would last, but it did, and they were a formidable couple. If she were being honest, she was a little jealous of their deep love.

As soon as she opened the balcony door, the still night air hit her. It was colder than inside, but the sweet smell of the summer air made it a far better option.

The sun was just setting in the distance and the sky was the most beautiful golden-pink color. It was the time Y/n always liked to look out her window at during the busy exam seasons, knowing there was peacefulness at the end of the day always made the long days feel slightly better. 

Standing out on the balcony, leaning against the rail reassured her that in the end, everything would be okay.

She was so far off in her own world that she didn't notice when Spencer opened the sliding door and walked out next to her.

"Fuck, Spencer!" She shrieked when his hand came to rest over her lower back. Since she'd known him, she'd learned to ignore the tingling feeling in her stomach, choosing to glare at him instead.

He stepped closer to her so he could lean against the balcony railing as well. It was far too close for her liking. "You know, you could really use some weed to chill out." He told her, holding the joint closer to her face. "This stuff is the shit, fresh from my guy." He continued.

Maybe she would be interested in him if he were less cocky and showed a bit more of the emotional side that she knew he had. Something about the fake bad-boy image that he had developed from freshman year meant she liked him less.

"Do you always insist on talking like Snoop Dogg?" Y/n asked, watching him carefully as he looked over the railing and out into Los Angeles.

"I do not talk like Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr." Spencer disagreed, always trying to prove he was smarter than her. Of course, he knew Snoop Dogg's real name. "And do you always insist on being such a tight ass, Miss Goody-two-shoes?” He couldn’t understand why she always seemed to spoil their fun.

She just rolled her eyes at him and stared out into the distance. While he was no longer disturbing her silence, he was still disturbing her peace and alone time. 

She didn’t feel like arguing with him either, it was just too much effort. So they just stood there, Spencer smoking his joint while Y/n gazed at the skyline. 

“Why are you even out here?” She snapped at him, suddenly feeling annoyed by the smell of his smoking. 

“Because I can be, what even is your problem with me?” He was definitely going to find out how she felt now, pushing her to the limits made her snappy. 

She rolled her eyes at him, obviously annoyed. “You had so much potential in freshman year. You could have done your doctorate in two years, but you just became a failure, and it really annoys me.” 

“Jealous much." Spencer shot back, anger taking over before he could stop it. "I'd rather be a failure than a slut who hooked up with several douchey frat boys, none of which liked you for any reason other than your body.” He stated casually.

His words stung deep, making her heart feel like it was being ripped open. It wasn’t like she didn’t know he hated her but hearing him say that the people she’d been intimate with never actually cared for her hurt. 

"Shut up, Spencer." She warned, voice darkly low.

The look on his face showed her that he wasn't going to stop for a second, and it was a face she hated. "It's not my fault you don't like the truth."

"Just leave me alone." She requested quieter than she would have liked. "You only came out here to bother me."

Spencer couldn’t stop winding her up now that he'd started. It brought him too much sick amusement. “Or what, L/n, will you sleep with me like you did every other guy?”

Y/n turned around and put her hand up to slap Spencer's cheek. It wasn’t as hard as she could have hit him but it was the hardest she ever hit anyone. There was a loud sound as her palm contacted his face. 

There was absolutely no remorse on her face. He deserved it.

Still stunned and with her hand in mid-air, Spencer snatched her wrist. Then they were standing in a face-off, his slim finger wrapped around her wrist and suddenly there was not one sound. Both of them staring into each other’s eyes. Although Y/n felt threatened, never one to back down from a challenge she scrutinized the different shades of brown she could see.  

Spencer was seeing red, his least favorite of all the colors. He was like a bull staring down where he was going to charge. The color of hatred, blood, anger, and passion.

The passion she felt for him. It was surging from where he was touching her, spreading throughout her body. He was the energy source that filled her usually with range but now it was amour fou. 

A moment later, Spencer released his grip on her hand and gently moved his hands to her cheeks. Unlike his prior verbal roughness, his thumb stroked along her cheekbones softly and carefully like he was afraid to break her as he lay his fingers under her jawline. 

His softness was a complete shock to Y/n who was still gazing into his eyes as if she had never seen them before. The cold fingertips were more delicate than she’d ever expected, dancing across her jawline with such care. She wasn’t sure she’d ever experienced a touch so light. 

They stayed like that for a few moments, taking each other in. Both of their minds were on the other, brains frenzied trying to figure out how this had happened, what exactly was going to happen next, and how they felt about that. Spencer was sure he was infatuated with her perfume, obsessed over the perfect blend of coconut and vanilla that held all of his focus.

Before either of them could think about the consequences, their lips were pressed together in a heated kiss. The passion radiated off them, electricity circuiting through them. And it finally felt, for both of them, that every little puzzle piece fit. 

Eventually, their lips parted, their eyes flickering open. Spencer was an inch from her face, not believing just how beautiful she was. He held his hands on her face tighter, not wanting to let her slip out of his grip. 

“Spencer Reid, I am 100% in love with you.” Y/n slowly let out. She’d just kissed her arch-enemy, so there was no point in not being truthful, screw the consequences. 

He smirked, that cute little smirk that had only ever annoyed her. “Damn it, L/n!” He exclaimed with mock anger. “Now we’re going to tell our kids that mum said ‘I love you’ first.” It was odd for Y/n to see him like that, joking, since they were usually at each other’s throats. And now he was thinking about their very distant future, and, god, if it wasn't her favorite side of him.

She smiled to match his. “Just tell me it back, you dork.”

“I am 110% in love with you.” He counted. “Do you want to come back to my place?”

Y/n’s face turned to worry. “This isn’t a joke, is it?” Usually, this isn’t the type of shit he would pull, but she never knew, and she'd underestimated him before. 

“No, no, no.” His fingers were back stroking her cheeks. “I am really sorry about what I said, believe me, I’ll never say something like that again.”

Something in Y/n knew he wasn’t lying. There was no chance he didn’t feel the same passion he did in the kiss. “Well, you could take me to dinner before you try and get into my panties.” She joked.

Spencer let out a light laugh, blowing hot air right onto her face. “Whoever said I wanted to do that, you flirt?”

“Don’t act like you don’t want to fuck me.” The chemistry between them was electric and hot when it wasn't destructive, and the pair stood there looking into each other’s eyes with desire.

“Let’s go before I do you right here.” Y/n looked at him with challenging eyebrows as he rebutted. “Do you need me to prove it?”

Y/n pulled back from his grip on her face, leaving Spencer standing there like an idiot. “Hurry up then.” She said, looking back over her shoulder with a smile as she went to open the patio door. 

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