#jealous spencer
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i need jealous spencer SO BAD if he sees a guy flirting with you it would drive him crazy, no thinking, he just has to have you and everyone needs to know that you're his and only his, smut pls with praise (“good girl” 🥰) THANK U SO MUCH ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Thank you for the request and for reading!! I got inspired to write this as a continuation of Prey, so that's what it'll be! I hope you enjoy ♡
Predator | Professor!Spencer Reid x Reader
This is a part 2 to Prey, but can be read as a standalone.
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18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Summary: You apparently have a knack for picking up FBI agents. But if prison has taught Spencer one thing, it's that sharing is not his forté.
Contents: NO Y/N, fem!Reader, SMUT, professor/student relationship, age gap, dom/sub, dom!Spencer, sub!reader, public sex, penetrative sex, oral sex (f rec), unprotected sex, creampie, jealousy, possessiveness, praise kink, a lil bit of degradation, exhibitionism. If I missed any warnings please tell me!
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You didn't know what you'd expected after finally getting what you wanted. Sure, you weren't going to date your professor. Yet, you had expected Reid to at least acknowledge what had happened between the two of you. Maybe tell you to keep it to yourself, bribe you to not tell a soul.
Nothing. Not a peep.
It didn't help he was only on campus sporadically. You tended to forget teaching was only his temporary side gig. He had to go back to catching bad guys. So much for your eye candy.
You couldn't let yourself dwell on Dr. Spencer Reid. It was a one-time thing, and he probably regretted it. He'd let his desires get the best of him.
You sighed as you applied some chapstick, checking your hair in the mirror before turning to put on your coat. It was just drinks with friends, but you were in no mood to be social. You hadn't told them about your stint with Spencer and weren't planning on telling them anytime soon. They just knew you were hung up on someone and would likely try to set you up to help you get over it.
It wasn't fair you were even hung up about it. You didn't have feelings for him. He was just so intriguing. It was hard to see him go. You sighed and locked the door behind you, greeting your friends and getting in the car towards O'Keeffe's.
Loud music, conversation and laughter met your ears as you entered the bar. You threw a quick glance around the crowded room, spotting an open spot at the bar. You got the attention of your friends, pointing to the free space.
Spencer chuckled at one of Penelope's jokes, but his smile quickly dropped as he saw you walk into the team's favourite bar. You obviously hadn't spotted him, engrossed in a conversation with a girl he'd previously seen in his class. He sighed, sipping his drink and trying to pull his attention away from you.
"What is it, Spence?" JJ inquired. He shook his head in dismissal.
"It's nothing, just a couple of students from my class," Spencer explained, letting his eyes wander over your body just this once.
"That doesn't look like nothing, boy wonder," Emily raised an eyebrow, following his gaze.
"Just some unfinished business, is all. Nothing interesting."
Nothing interesting. Spencer scoffed to himself. Even he didn't believe it. He was glad his break from the BAU was over, not having to force himself to ignore your inquiries any longer. He'd been reckless, and now he'd have to live with the consequences. The consequences haunted his mind every time he closed his eyes.
Please, Spencer. Please.
Your desperate words echoed around his head. He should've never given in.
"Do tell more, my inconspicuous sage," Penelope leaned her head on her crossed fingers, a big grin on her face.
"There's nothing to tell, Garcia. They're my students," Spencer shrugged. He had a superb poker face, but nothing could be hidden from his team.
JJ narrowed her eyes at him, trying to figure it out. Emily was way ahead of her, letting out a pleasantly surprised scoff. "You animal! You slept with one of them!"
"Will you keep it down?!" Spencer whisper-yelled. Realizing he hadn't denied it, he looked at the glass in his hands, refusing to meet the girls' eyes.
"I see you, Casanova. Wouldn't have pegged you the type," Penelope laughed. Spencer shook his head.
"Because I'm not! It was a mistake," it was more to convince himself than the others.
"So, which one is it?" JJ questioned, wanting to discuss his type with the girls.
Spencer refused to look in the direction of the bar, not wanting to give anything away. "Can we please just change the subject?"
"No can do, Spence. Now, is it the tall, leggy blonde? Oh! Is it the one talking to the newbie?" That caught Spencer's attention.
"What?" His head snapped up, turning to where you were leaning against the bar, Luke Alvez whispering in your ear. Spencer's grip on his glass tightened as he observed your pleasant smile. He squinted his eyes, trying to make out what Alvez possibly could've said to paint that smile on your face. The smile he'd wrongly presumed was reserved for him.
"Oh, that's the one, alright." Emily laughed. Spencer snapped out of his jealous tunnel vision, trying to appear unaffected by the situation. Damn you, Alvez. He was supposed to go and get drinks, not flirt with girls barely over the legal drinking age. He crossed his arms and tried to tune in on the girls' conversation.
"Look at him, definitely jealous. Crossed arms? Refusing to look in their direction? Chewing the inside of his mouth? Classic signs of jealousy." JJ spoke, gesturing to Spencer's body. He really regretted agreeing to go out.
He watched you throw back the last of your drink, laughing at a story Luke told.
"Do you have any pictures?" You asked. Luke had been telling you all about his Belgian Shepherd, Roxy. You couldn't even remember how the topic came up in the last ten minutes you'd been speaking with him.
Luke was classically handsome. Toned, too. You admired his features, but condemned yourself for comparing them to a certain professor's. You'd approached him as he waited for his drinks, asking if you'd previously met. He looked familiar. You just couldn't put your finger on why. Surely you would've remembered meeting someone as handsome as him.
The mystery man had told you that, no, you hadn't met, but introduced himself as Luke Alvez.
Luke showed you a few pictures of his adorable dog before continuing the conversation. "So, what do you do?"
"I'm a full-time student, currently. You?" You got comfy leaning against the bar, enjoying his company.
"I actually work for the FBI," Luke informed you. You nearly choked on your drink, instantly realizing why he'd been familiar. You'd done your research.
"You wouldn't happen to be a part of the BAU?" You winced.
"Yes, actually! How'd you kn-"
Luke was cut off by a harsh grip on your upper arm. Your head turned, only to find the hand to be attached to the source of your dread.
"Spencer? What are you doing here?" You tried to be casual, but you were panicking. Was he here with Luke? Or was it just a coincidence?
"I could ask you the same thing," Spencer dejected.
"I was actually talking to my new friend Luke here," you tugged your arm out of Spencer's grip, a challenging expression on your face. Luke looked uncomfortable, clearly already having figured out how you'd learned he was a part of the BAU.
"Why do you have to be so fucking diff- No, you know what? I'm not doing this. Let's go," Spencer motioned towards the door of the bar. You furrowed your brows in confusion. First, he wanted nothing to do with you, and now he expected you to just leave with him without question?
"What? No, I'm not leaving. I'm here with friends. Besides, why would I leave with you, Professor?" You questioned. Luke's expression changed to one of surprise. That definitely wouldn't have been his first guess, seeing as you'd called him 'Spencer.'
"Is that Professor Reid? Oh my god, hi!" One of your friends finally noticed what was going down. Spencer gave her a tight-lipped smile and half-hearted raise of his hand. Their attention quickly returned to their previous conversation.
Spencer looked agitated, taking a deep breath to recollect his bearings. "Please, just come with me," he pleaded quietly. You crossed your arms and huffed.
"You can't go making demands, Spencer! Not when you've been ignoring me!" You tried to keep your volume down, trying to not give away what had obviously happened.
Luke took that as his queue to leave, but not before earning a nasty look from Spencer. He raised his hands in defence. When Luke returned to the table, he was met with excited whispers from the girls.
"I've never seen him like this," JJ exclaimed. They were all observing as you were arguing with Spencer.
"I take it you know what's going on there?" Luke sat down, putting his beer next to Spencer's unfinished glass.
"Oh, newbie. It's a true scandal. Our resident genius was very jealous of your new lady friend," Penelope clapped her hands together in excitement.
"But she's his student, right?"
"Exactly why it's such a scandal!"
The team observed your body language as well as Spencer's. They noticed your defensive stance, a change from the relaxed one you'd had when talking to Luke. Spencer, too, exuded a different energy. He was clearly in charge of the conversation, domineering stance looking like his second nature. It was clear there was a side to him they hadn't seen, intentionally hidden away.
"Oh Ehm Gee, look!" Penelope clamoured.
Spencer had had enough, dragging you towards the bathroom instead of the door like he'd initially intended. He'd tried to hold back, but you made it so damn difficult.
"Where are we going? Let me go," you struggled in his grip, nearly tripping over your feet as he dragged you to the bathroom.
"You clearly need to be taught a lesson in respect," Spencer spat, pushing you into the women's bathroom and closing the door.
"Stop it, Spencer. You're acting childish," you scoffed, trying to push past him out the door.
"I'm being childish? What was that back there, then? Flirting with my coworker in front of me? That's a new low," Spencer mocked. His body language was hostile and distant. He was feeling worse about it than he was letting on. He clearly had unresolved feelings about your situation, just like you did.
"I didn't even know he was your coworker! Or that you were here! And you've ignored me every time I've tried to talk to you! You don't get to stake some sort of claim over me!" You defended. Did he really expect you to just wait around for him?
"I'm not staking a claim! I just assumed we had an understanding!" Spencer's voice was rising with every sentence he spoke. The small bathroom seemed to only get smaller as he towered over you.
"What understanding, Spencer? We only fucked once," you sneered, rolling your eyes.
"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Spencer's tone shifted, simmering anger underlined with something you couldn't place. You searched his face for emotion but only found his tightened jaw and eyebrows raised in question.
"So what if I did?" You challenged, crossing your arms. He wasn't backing down, staring into your eyes. You felt your resolve crumble little by little.
"Bend over," Spencer demanded, motioning to the sink with his head.
"I'm not bending over some gross bar sink! Especially not for you," you tried pushing past him again, to no avail. His hands found your upper arms, turning you around and pushing you over the sink.
"You'll listen to me if you know what's good for you," Spencer whispered in your ear. The dampened bass thrumming through the closed bathroom door had nothing on your heartbeat.
You awaited his hands against your ass, but they didn't come. You stayed in the position he'd put you in, waiting. Spencer stepped back, and you didn't dare move a muscle.
"Hmm, good girl. See how easy it is to just listen?" He ran a hand over your back, stopping at the hem of your bottoms. You didn't reply, waiting with bated breath.
"Now, do you remember the rules?" Spencer made eye contact through the mirror. You felt yourself nod before correcting the behaviour.
"Yes, Sir," you were quick to stammer the words.
"Good girl..." Spencer trailed off, hooking his fingers into your waistband and pulling everything down to your ankles, leaving you exposed.
He admired your pussy, kicking your legs apart to give him a better view and access. He wasn't wasting any time this time around. He placed his hands on your ass, squatting down to be at face height with your nethers. You jumped and tried to contain your reaction as he licked a stripe between your folds. Your hand slapped over your mouth, begging nobody could hear what was going down.
"Wait, Spencer. Lock the door," you remembered.
"Shut up. Did I give you permission to speak?" Spencer spoke against the warmth between your legs.
"N-no, Sir," you answered. Your eyes darted to the unlocked door again, anxious someone might walk in. It was a public bar, after all. You wanted to question him. What if someone walked in? But you knew better, keeping your lips sealed.
Spencer resumed with his mouth on your cunt, slowly devouring and driving you crazy. Tremors built in your legs as he sped up his advances. The wet sounds of his tongue lapping at your clit reached your ears, sending blood rushing to your cheeks. You clenched your eyes shut and balled your fists, doing your best to withhold your reactions.
"Fuck..." The soft whimper left your mouth as Spencer sucked harshly on your clit. It was almost enough to send you over the edge. Almost. Spencer seemed to know as much, teasing endlessly. You wanted to beg, plead with him to make you cum, but you knew any words from your mouth would urge him to do the opposite.
The doorknob clicked, and you tried to kick Spencer away from you. His grip on your hips was unwavering as he maintained his eager actions.
The door flew open, and an unknown girl shrieked at the sight before her before quickly backing out the door. You'd hidden your face to the best of your ability, but there was no doubt what was going on. The least you could do to spare your dignity was hide your identity.
Your heart beat rapidly in your chest at the intrusion. Even though you hated that you'd gotten caught in such a compromising situation, you couldn't deny it was a little exhilarating to know anybody could walk in at any moment while Spencer had his way with you without a care in the world.
"You liked getting caught, didn't you? That's what little whores like you get off on," Spencer muttered against your pussy. You shook your head, denying his accusation.
Spencer got off the floor, and you met his gaze through the mirror. "No? You didn't like it? Then why'd you get so wet," his words were emphasized by the fingers running through your sensitive folds. You whined at the sensation, biting your lip.
"Fine, have it your way," Spencer sighed, leaning over and finally locking the door. The damage had been done, anyway.
"Get up and turn around," Spencer ordered. You quickly obeyed, spinning to face him. Your ass pressed into the sink as Spencer stepped closer. He observed you for a second, his right hand coming up to cup your cheek in a strangely intimate moment.
He quickly snapped out of it, bringing the hand down to your chin and gripping it tightly. You attempted to beg him to continue without words, but he was taking his sweet time. While his touch was no longer tender, the unexpected kiss he planted on your lips could only be described as delicate. A promise.
His lips quickly moved down your neck, sucking harshly in any open spot he could find. His hand went up to your hair as he put the other on your waist. He tugged strategically, intentionally messing up your put-together appearance. This, combined with the trail of bruises he was leaving on your neck, made one thing clear: He was marking his territory. A fond feeling you wanted to ignore, perhaps to preserve it for later, bloomed in your chest.
Spencer pushed you backwards onto the stone sink. You crossed your fingers it was a sturdy one, knowing what Spencer likely had in mind. He stepped between your opened legs, unbuckling his belt with one hand as the other remained on your thigh, rubbing the skin and driving you crazy.
He reached into his underwear, tugging his rock-hard cock out of its confines. He held it tightly in his fist, stroking it as he kept rubbing his fingers closer and closer to your heat. You would've easily been able to take his teasing if he hadn't left you hanging on the edge with his mouth. The seconds he spent stroking himself lazily as he watched you felt like torturous hours.
Finally, he made contact, tapping the head of his dick against your clit crudely. The sensation made you jerk backwards. He placed his length between your lips, lazily sliding yet never pushing inside. Every time the tip hit your clit with the upwards motion of his hips, a meek noise escaped you.
"What would Luke think if he saw you like this, huh? Think he'd still be all over you if he knew you were such a little slut for me?" He accentuated his words by finally thrusting inside, pulling a moan from your throat.
"Bet you'd like that, huh? Having him walk in here? Have him watch as I ruin your little pussy?" You cried out at his words. You couldn't help but imagine it.
"But you're my good girl, huh?" The slide of his cock against your walls felt phenomenal. You felt yourself tighten at his words. The ridge of his tip got stuck on your entrance, and Spencer chuckled.
"So tight for me. My pussy," he continued pushing inside, ignoring how you squeezed around him.
"Say it," he urged. "Tell me who this pussy belongs to."
"You! Belongs to you, Sir," you whined. You felt your body slowly slip off the sink with every push. You brought your hands to Spencer's shoulders as leverage to keep yourself upright.
"That's right, all mine," Spencer moaned. His voice was raspy. It was the sexiest thing you'd ever had the pleasure of hearing.
"Let me hear you," he coaxed. You took it as permission to finally speak.
"Please, Sir, more," you begged. You no longer had control over your body, throwing your head back and nearly crashing it into the mirror. Your throat was quickly becoming hoarse with the pleas and whines escaping it.
"More what, sweetheart?" The nickname sounded anything but sincere, just like the last time he'd used it in his office.
"Fuck- Spe- Sir, harder, please," you were gradually losing your sanity. Your nails dug into the skin of his neck in desperation.
He fulfilled your request, speeding up the momentum of his hips. You could only hope the music from the bar drowned out the sound of his balls slapping against your cunt with every harsh thrust. The wet squelches coming from where your bodies connected were vulgar.
"Fuck, baby. So good. Such a good girl for me," Spencer babbled as he leaned forward to plant a messy kiss on your lips. You kept him close with the hold on his neck.
You brought your hands up to his delectable locks, tugging harshly when he hit the magic spot inside of you.
"Spencer! Oh my god, please, don't stop," you exclaimed. He continued pounding into you roughly.
"Nobody can fuck you like I can, nobody will make you feel like I do," Spencer groaned. He was right. He'd ruined you for anybody else the second he'd set foot on campus.
"O-oh, shit..." Spencer whimpered. If his rough voice was sexy, then Professor Spencer Reid whimpering in your ear in desperation as he neared his climax was on another level. The filthy whispers and sounds falling from his lips were enough to bring you back to the brink.
"Fuck, Professor," you moaned. It snapped something in Spencer, whose hips stuttered. His pace turned brutal.
"Say that again," he commanded. Who knew his official title would've set him off?
"Please, Professor," you whined. The noises falling from your lips sounded foreign to your ears. Frenzied moans left you as Spencer brought his hand to your clit, rubbing circles in tandem with his thrusts.
"Good girl," Spencer moaned. "Such a good girl for me." You could tell he was about to cum, mirroring your own predicament.
"Fuck... Let them hear, baby. Tell them who's making you cum," Spencer's hips pressed hard against your own.
"Spencer, oh- shit," you were no longer holding back.
"That's right, cum for me."
His words sent you over the edge, vision momentarily going black as your toes curled. You felt your legs shake as Spencer pushed inside one last time, cock pulsing as he shot his cum deep inside. It was concerning how quickly you'd come to love that specific feeling.
He allowed you a second to catch your breath before he pulled out of you, tucking himself back into his pants and buckling his belt. He wasted no time, gathering some toilet paper from one of the stalls and carefully cleaning you up. He threw the paper in the toilet and flushed it, turning his attention back to you.
He bent down, placing a peck on your mound. "All mine."
You scoffed at the action, pushing him away. "You sap."
"Caught me," Spencer smiled softly, helping you off the sink. You pulled your bottoms back up, cringing at the wet feeling of his cum trickling down.
"Spencer, I can't go out there like this," you gestured to your exterior.
"You can and you will, c'mon," he placed a hand on the small of your back, ushering you to the exit. You did your best to rearrange your clothes to look somewhat presentable, but there was only so much you could do with your dishevelled appearance. The messy hair, ruined makeup and blotches splattered over your neck would be enough to give away what had happened.
Your eyes searched the bar for your friends, but they were nowhere to be seen. You grabbed your phone, and with all the notifications, your suspicions were confirmed. They'd left without you.
"Spencer, can you drive me home?" You tried turning to him, but he kept pushing you to the table where his team and Luke were still seated. Luke wolf-whistled at your appearance. You tried to shrink into yourself or to hide behind Spencer, but he wouldn't allow it. This clearly was some kind of dick-measuring contest to him.
Spencer sat down next to Emily, pulling you into his lap. "Knock it off already. They get it," you groaned.
"So, you're taking Spence's class? How's that working out for you?" The blonde next to Luke questioned. Spencer put a drink in front of you. You didn't question its contents, taking a sip before answering.
"Well, I guess we had some disagreements over some of my work, but it seems we've found a way to work that out," you joked. There was no use in being sheepish about it. Spencer had made very sure they understood exactly what your dynamic was.
"So it seems." Luke chuckled. You gave him an apologetic smile. He shrugged it off, raising his glass to clink it against yours.
Spencer's arm around you tightened. He'd 100% gotten his message across, but that didn't mean he liked you talking to Luke, or anybody, for that matter. If there's one thing Spencer learned from prison, it would be that sharing definitely wasn't his forté. Especially not you. No... You were all his.
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The boy is mine (Spencer x Reader)
Based on “The Boy is mine” by Ariana Grande
“The boy is mine,
I can’t wait to try him”
Your dad was president. Yes, he was.
And as the first daughter, you had to have security. That was obligatory.
But after an attempt is made on your life, your dad gets more cautious, and during the time of the investigation an FBI agent is charged with your safety.
Spencer reid x reader
I/ The one where you meet, and he’s so fine you spill coffee on yourself
II/ The one where you’re clumsy, and somehow end up on top of him
III/ The one where he can not act as if he’s not attracted to you anymore
IV/ The one where you get caught
V/ The one where your dad accepts him
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Hi!! I have a request for a Spencer Reid x fem reader!!
Can you do something like reader also works at the BAU and they both are in love with each other but have never said anything, and Spencer goes on a date or flirts with a girl when the team is out at a bar or something and reader gets sad and jealous. She like leaves cause she’s annoyed and angry. And Spencer is confused why she’s upset? And eventually confronts her and this leads to feelings being revealed and it ends in cute fluff??
Hey hun, hope you're having a great time! I am a sucker for friends-to-lovers and jealous friends motifs. Thanks for the request. I wrote something, I hope you like it, I wrote it last night cause I couldn't sleep.
The Secret Game and the shy Girl | Spencer reid x fem!Reader
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Warning: Typical cm topics. Nothing gore
Caliope's Bar was bustling. It was surprisingly calm for a bar; usually, it was packed, but people calmly occupied the tables, enjoying dinner with a couple of beers or fancier drinks. The karaoke didn't start until around 10, and the dance floor opened at midnight. Spencer didn't stay until that late hour; he usually left with you when you stepped down from the small stage, carefully placing your electroacoustic guitar on its stand.
In Quantico, it was no secret that you loved music. While your father was a retired cop, your mother had been a talented backup singer in Las Vegas before becoming a nurse. They inevitably passed on their interests to you, ensuring you couldn't escape the excitement whenever you had the chance to sing and let others listen. Although the fact that you sang at that bar had been a secret for a while.
Today was a special day, not just because it was the day of the week you came here and had the courage to play the guitar and sing a couple of songs for half an hour, but also because it was the celebration of your adoption. When you first arrived at the BAU, you were so shy that you could barely speak more than two words. You usually approached Hotchner and whispered your thoughts on each case, avoiding verbalizing them in front of the entire team. After a while, you recognized that Hotch had shown you a lot of patience, as had the rest of your colleagues and friends. The truth was that Hotch had identified in you resilience, talent, and a strong sense of ethics; he just needed you to believe you could do more than the office work you were used to in your previous job in the cybercrime department. That's why he asked Spencer to help you; both had a lot in common, being young and somewhat socially awkward, but Spencer had been in Quantico much longer, and Hotchner knew he could help you break out of your shell. To be honest, Spencer would have helped you even if Hotchner hadn't asked; he had observed how challenging it was for you to adapt to the team and the enormous effort it took for you to go out into the field and chase psychopaths. As their friendship grew, so did Spencer's admiration for you, discovering new facets of your personality that you struggled to reveal. It took a year for Spencer to learn about your adoption, and another year for the team to find out and want to be part of that celebration. By the third and fourth years in the BAU, that tradition had become much more organic and easier for you, someone whose sociometer didn't allow too many social commitments.
There was a night in your first year as a BAU member when Spencer followed you out of childlike curiosity from the offices to Caliope's bar. He didn't expect to find you singing a song by The Carpenters under a dim spotlight, but there you were. After your performance, with flushed cheeks and trembling like jelly, you introduced Caliope, the owner of the place and your best friend, and made him swear to keep the secret. Spencer respected that; every time you decided to open up to the team, it was on your own terms, and Spencer knew you would be comfortable when the time came to share those little details in your life that made you special.
Both remembered that conversation after you stepped down from the stage that night.
"Hey, hey," Caliope stopped you from the counter. "The Carpenters?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as she handed you a chamomile tea in a recyclable mug.
You accepted it nodding.
"Uh, yeah. It's my parents' favorite band. Does it sound bad?"
Caliope vehemently denied.
"Not at all."
Taking your second sip of tea, you raised it with a smile.
"Thanks for the free tea. You do know I don't play here for free food, right?" you asked.
Caliope raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"Oh, no queenie" she denied using the nickname she had given you since she met you "Not today. This is an invitation from the curious not ugly man who's been watching you since you arrived"
You turned, surprised, following Caliope's gaze, and found — not just eyes — but Spencer Reid's eyes surrounded by a purple scarf around his neck, sitting elegantly and eccentrically at the farthest table in the bar. Then, you sent him a serious look that Caliope immediately caught.
"Should I call the police?" she hesitated clumsily.
You shook your head.
"No, it's the police" then you smiled to reassure her " I know him."
You walked towards Spencer, seeing him somewhat nervous, as if guilty of eating the last cookie from the bag.
"Good performance up there" he greeted." I didn't know you could sing"
You observed him in silence and shook your head slowly.
"I hadn't told anyone at work. It's just a hobby..." you stammered "...What are you doing here?"
Spencer looked a bit more nervous, then fiddled with one of the laces of his converse while looking at the ground.
"I..." then his voice almost disappeared "... I followed you because I was going to suggest we could take the subway together since we both go the same But then I got curious about where you were going. I promise when I saw you enter the cafe, I thought, 'Okay. She's in a safe place. This is when I leave'" he looked at you honestly "And then I liked the place, and I thought it would probably be good to run into you and say it was just a coincidence."
That caught you by surprise. That didn't sound like Spencer at all. Not knowing what to say, you looked at your chamomile tea and heard Spencer clear his throat.
"Yeah. Since it's late, I thought something caffeine and theine-free would be much better"
You nodded at Spencer's explanation and silently sipped the infusion.
"It's true. It is"
You saw him press his lips with discomfort, and something seemed to bother him.
"Please don't be bothered by this. I never do this, really. I understand we are also colleagues. And now I feel like I intruded into your private life"
You interrupted.
" First, no. Except for Callie over there, I have no friends. And second, please, don't keep justifying it because it somehow makes it worse" you paused and smiled, not really feeling the smile, but trying to be friendly " I have to go home. Don't worry about this"
You said your goodbyes and left the place with your hands buried in the pockets of your jacket.
"Wait. I'm really sorry" you heard him behind you.
"You've already said that!" you replied without turning to him, while you continued walking.You heard his steps behind you diminish until he reached your side.
"Seriously. I didn't mean to intrude — he said, gently wrapping his arm around yours.Both stopped, and you recoiled, almost as a natural reaction, making Spencer take a step back and let go of you. That obviously surprised him, but he didn't say anything.
"It doesn't matter now. It's not a state secret. Just, what? did you discover that I play the guitar and sing decently? That's it. Seriously" you kept walking, and Spencer decided to accompany your steps.
"I'm your friend"
That statement stopped you in your tracks. You looked directly into his eyes with a surprised look.
"What?"
"Yeah. You're my friend. That's how I see you," he clarified almost shyly. "Although friends don't keep secrets, but we can work on that," he said with so much confidence that you could feel the walls around you crumbling.
After that, Spencer suggested the plan of revealing a secret from time to time, even if it was tiny and of little importance. He never pressured you, though, and that made you feel safe. A couple of months ago, you had managed to tell your team about your hobby when you announced that Caliope had offered you a table with free snacks and drinks for the anniversary of your adoption, and everyone was invited.
You had been adopted at the age of 12, which meant you had spent much of your life in foster home and temporary homes with guardians who had accepted you more for government benefits than out of a kind and giving heart. You knew that was the main reason why your shyness was a huge personal enemy. When your parents adopted you, you came to your new home with many reservations. What kind of people adopt an almost teenager when they could easily adopt a baby and raise it without all the traumas and problems you carried? You had been in therapy because you couldn't speak more than two words in a sentence, and you brought with you a bunch of deeply ingrained habits that you no longer had to carry out; your parents genuinely loved you and wouldn't send you back to the orphanage for breaking a plate or not making your bed perfectly. Although you had created a connection with them and felt comfortable around them, it was still difficult for you to interact with the world. Your parents made an effort to plan barbecues with your father's entire police department and instill in you the confidence to earn your own money and step out of your comfort zone. That helped you take risks; you went to college in a place far from New York at Caltech, then joined the FBI, and suddenly you found yourself in a job interview at Hotchner's office. You had been alone, and the weight of the sudden responsibility that your job required hit your shoulders hard; you had no idea, however, that Spencer Reid would be right by your side all the time to make that weight lighter.
Obviously, you would fall in love with him.
Due to your history, it was difficult for you to give your heart a chance to risk feeling something for a guy, and because of your personality, it was difficult for a guy to even get close to you and decide to be your friend. Spencer broke those walls and also built a bridge for the rest of the team to cross and get to know you.
You had let him in; he helped you with your little aversion to kids. You went from feeling terribly uncomfortable with them to not knowing how you could live without Henry and Mike. He knew about your fascination with compost and Californian worms without thinking for a minute that it was disgusting and that you were a weirdo. He had even entered your kitchen and followed every instruction from the recipe book your mother had given you but that you had never used because you were very bad at cooking.In retrospect, you opened the doors of your life, your mind, and practically let him into your heart with a welcoming committee.
And it was so damn painful. Especially because he was beautiful, brilliant in more ways than intellectual, and an excellent match, and even if he didn't realize it, other girls did. And the frustrating part was that you were all too aware of the female attention he received.
"Listen; no talking about work tonight," Penelope threatened from her seat while urgently drinking a piña colada through a straw.
You had stepped down from the stage a few minutes ago and sat at the table with your friends. You had mare your own version of "Child Of Mine," the anthem your parents had decided to dedicate to you and the song that had become your favorite since then.
"Olivia, Deacon," Will drew your parents' attention as he hugged J.J from his neck. "A couple of days ago, we celebrated Henry's birthday. Do you know what he asked for as a gift?"
"From your expression, I'm going to guess it wasn't a scale model train," Derek, Who couldn't attend to the party replied with a curious expression.
Will raised a half-smile and shook his head.
"It wasn't a scale model train or an animatronic dinosaur, no."
"It was a gardening and composting kit," J.J answered, making your parents laugh.
"He spent half an hour lecturing us on the structure of a cocoon," Emily drank from her drink and looked at the ceiling. "Ah, I just wanted to eat cake," she recalled, also reminiscing about her frustration, making you laugh.
"I think we owe that to our dear girl here," Rossi pointed to you with his glass and proceeded to make his traditional toast.
Spencer watched your cheeks change color to a nervous pink and lower your gaze, causing your lashes to brush your cheekbones.
He knew why those little bugs fascinated you so much; daily they did essential work for the ecosystem that no one saw and laid thousands of tiny eggs protected by a cocoon that enveloped them until they were ready to hatch. Those characteristics made you unconsciously identify with them.
His eyes studied you from top to bottom, enjoying the microscopic reactions that only he, because he knew you so well, could see, and he felt somewhat overwhelmed. Lately, this happened to him frequently; he even considered getting medical exams again to check that everything was fine. Maybe he just needed to lift himself a bit.
"Pizza and strawberry juice?" He offered, knowing that under no circumstances would you drink alcohol.You looked up at him as the rest listened to your father tell a story from his years in the police.
"I can go, don't worry," Spencer said.
"Spencer, I can do it, it's not a problem" you replied.
Spencer raised a small smile and unconsciously, for a brief moment, placed his hand on yours.
"No problem as well, I'll go order and be back in a minute," he promised and quickly walked to the counter where your friend was talking to a few clients.
You watched his back with a somewhat lost look. You repeated to yourself over and over that you had to try to see yourself as he did: his friend, nothing more.
Of course, your emotions had decided something completely different.
You averted your gaze from Spencer and decided to make an effort to engage in the conversation at the table to distract yourself for a while. The "minute" turned into half an hour, and then you realized Spencer still hadn't returned with the juice and slice of pizza he had promised you. You searched for him throughout the bar until you found him at Caliope's counter, confidently pulling a coin from the ear of a fascinated girl sitting there.
The elegantly shaped woman, sporting heels that only accentuated her already lengthy legs, held a martini in one hand and had Spencer's full attention in the other. He animatedly spoke to her, occasionally touching a strand of her hair while asking her questions about something that seemed to greatly excite him.
You observed yourself, feeling overly aware of all your flaws and the fact that, of course, Spencer wasn't by your side at the moment. He was too busy performing his coin trick again with the unknown woman.
You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, feeling a tight knot in your stomach, pulling your guts, remembering the scene you just wanted to escape from. Spencer was charming, and when he talked about something that interested him, his eyes shone and magnetized the area, so much that there was no other option but to gravitate around him, unable to deny him attention. This time was no exception; Spencer's charisma stealing the attention of the captivating woman with a perfect impeccable smile.
Jealousy, like an unexpected storm, seized your veins, pulling at them and tensing your body. Involuntary glances towards Spencer and the captivating brunette revealed your internal turmoil. Spencer's subtle flirting gestures turned into a vivid picture, leaving an indelible mark on you.
Panic surged through you; you were at a table full of profilers, your parents being the best in the field, even though they had never studied it, but they would analyze you perfectly because they just knew you that good. They would read you; you had to leave there quickly before they noticed, and could only feel pity for you.
"I'll get some fresh air," you whispered confidently to your mom.
She knew that social situations easily drained you, so she wouldn't suspect. You stood up, trying to appear natural, and walked away from the scene that systematically broke your heart, making you want to confront Spencer even though he owed you nothing. He was single, and you were just his best friend.
You took a deep breath once outside, running your fingers through your hair, trying not to lose your composure. You had to leave, right? Invent an excuse; a stomach virus or something. You could pretend something like that without them realizing you were faking. You just had to seem convinced.
Outside, the air was cold in contrast to the boiling emotions within you. You tried to calm yourself, and when you thought you had succeeded, you turned to re-enter the bar, only to collide with Spencer, who was hurrying out with a concerned look that didn't relax until his eyes met yours.
"Are you okay? You left in a hurry, and I got worried," he said.
You bit the inside of your cheek, but that didn't stop you from responding with too much harshness, "I'm fine. I just needed some air. I'm surprised you noticed me leave; you seemed very comfortable."
Spencer looked surprised. You had never spoken to him like that, and he couldn't find a logical reason for it.
"Comfortable? What are you talking about?"
You lowered your gaze. Of course, Spencer Reid wouldn't be aware of his own flirting.
"With the girl at the bar. You left for a slice of pizza and didn't come back" That seemed to make Spencer piece together part of the puzzle, and he genuinely looked embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, I just got distracted."
You wanted to yell at him and drag him away from the bar, but instead, you muttered an almost emotionless "ah."
"I'm sorry for lingering at the bar."
"You know? I think the fresh air hasn't done anything. I must have caught a virus or something. I'll get my things," you excused yourself, knowing you couldn't have acted less convincingly.
"Maybe it's just fatigue. Let's go for your pizza, and you'll see that you'll feel better," he said with a repentant tone.
You shook your head without looking at him.
"No, no. It's not that. Seriously, don't worry. Go back to the girl, and I..." you took a difficult breath, searching for air, "You go back to the girl, and I'll get my things."
Concerned, he might have sworn he saw tears starting to well up in your eyes, triggering alarms inside him. What was happening?
"What? No! I'll take you home. I'm done with her anyway."
That made you feel nauseous. What did that mean? He had finished talking because they had exchanged numbers, and he no longer needed to keep charming her, treating her like a human ATM. He could charm her on their upcoming date, or...?You furrowed your brow.
"You're done with her?"
"Yes. She's a friend of Caliope. She joked about adding a magic show to the bar nights, and her friend asked me to teach her the coin trick to use it to get a date."
You blinked, stunned by that revelation, and looked up at Spencer, who wore the most innocent expression a man of his age could have. That made you forget your distress for a few seconds.
"Spencer..." you called him, "she was just flirting with you."
He blinked quickly, confused. "No, she..."
"She asked you to teach her a trick to flirt because she was flirting with you," you clarified, realizing that all this time Spencer was genuinely teaching a trick to an unknown girl while she genuinely thought she was doing a good job of flirting with him.
That simple explanation seemed to have a clarifying effect on Spencer. His cheeks turned slightly pink. Surely, he felt like a fool.
But here, the only fool was you. You had fallen in love with your best friend and had made a scene of jealousy without justification. What's worse, even though Spencer wasn't interested in the stranger this time, someday, someone who capture his attention would appear, someone he would want to be with. You would have to step back and watch as your best friend, the love of your life, was happy with someone else. You would lose him before even have him for a stranger who he would love dearly. You didn't know if you could bear it.
Spencer observed your face, almost able to imagine all the gears turning inside you. You looked upset and embarrassed. He wondered what you could possibly be thinking. He knew you well and had never seen you so distressed. You didn't want to look him in the eyes, and you weren't sure if you could handle that.No. He needed to fix whatever he had ruined so that you would look at him again with your precious eyes. He saw your guilty expression and accusatory gaze, and then something suddenly clicked. Spencer's heart took a sudden leap.
"Don't tell me I missed the story of your adoption. It's my favorite."
You shook your head, grateful that Spencer changed the subject, but your masochistic side wanted him to keep investigating. That would be the only way Spencer would know how you truly felt.
"No, Dad was telling eberybody the story when he discovered a drug cartel operating in an abandoned gym.
"Spencer nodded in silence, genuinely relieved. "Great. I love the story of your adoption, especially because your dad always adds a new detail."
You shook your head. "I'm sure he makes them up," you replied with a half-smile.
Spencer chuckled. "Whatever. He's good at telling stories," he said, seeing you sigh and nod slowly.
"Yeah, he is. Let's go inside," you said gently. "Maybe we're still in time to hear some of his new creative liberties."
You made a smooth move, but Spencer didn't release his grip on your arm. Instead, he held you with a little more firmness, earning one of your confused looks.
"Hey. A secret of mine for one of yours," he used the phrase he always used to get you to open up and confide something you wanted to tell him but couldn't find a way to.
You furrowed your brow."I... have nothing to—"
"Okay, how about this? I'll tell you my secret first."
You furrowed your brow with curiosity, still confused about what Spencer wanted to achieve with all this. So you nodded to understand.
Spencer looked directly at you. "I think you don't have a virus, and instead, you felt jealous."
Your cheeks turned red, and mortified, you just wanted to disappear.
"Spencer," you pleaded, closing your eyes in embarrassment, "please, let's go inside."
Spencer pressed his lips with excitement, feeling his heartbeats so strongly he could almost hear them in his ear. His hand traveled to your chin, touching your soft skin and directing your face towards him.
You resisted opening your eyes, and you seemed genuinely affected.
"Wait, I haven't finished telling you my secret," you moved away from him almost abruptly, trying to escape from that situation with the least possible damage. He called your name, trying to stop you.
You turned towards him, the tip of your nose beginning to blush; the first symptom that you might soon cry, and he wanted to clarify the situation before it got worse.
"No, Spencer. I won't stay here to hear something I don't need you to say."
He sighed. "Please, angel, just... trust me."
For some reason, that request broke your heart, and the irrational fear that you would leave there with his feelings hurt tore you apart inside. But he looked at you pleadingly, and the gentleness of his request broke down your protective barrier. You didn't say anything, but you didn't leave, so Spencer took it as a green light to keep talking.
"I wasn't flirting with her. Seriously. And I'll tell you why; here's the secret," he took a step towards you but still wasn't close enough. He seemed nervous but didn't hesitate for a second when the next words left his mouth, "I can't flirt with anyone else because the only person I want to do it with is you."
That revelation left you completely stunned. Your lips parted in surprise, and nothing came out of your mouth for a couple of long seconds.
"I... you," you murmured, unable to believe that he had actually said that, "don't joke with me," you pleaded in a thin voice.
He shook his head seriously, and it seemed like he hadn't finished telling you the secret because he kept talking.
"And I want to flirt with you because the truth and the secret are that I love you."
And yes, that's how a person falls apart, piece by piece. Your chest felt too small for your heart, which seemed to be growing inevitably inside you.
It wasn't possible that he had actually said that. He watched you at the same safe distance and raised his eyebrows, hoping you would say something, hope filtering through his gaze.
"Do you have any secrets to tell me?"You looked down at the pavement, not sure if you could move. Your feet were anchored to the ground, and finally, you nodded, trying to find the strength to speak.
"Yes," you admitted, adjusting your hair and clearing your throat as you tried to maintain a pose and say more than one word, "yes, I have a secret," you clarified, looking directly into his eyes with a burst of courage, "I also want you to flirt with me, and-and flirt with you," you blinked rapidly, "because I've been in love with you for a long time now, and I really don't know what to do with that."
Spencer watched you slowly with studious slowness, and finally, a satisfied little smile appeared on his face, slowly rising and with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He approached you, circling your lower back, and his breath collided with you.
"I do know what to do," he replied confidently, and then closed the remaining centimeters that separated you to give you a kiss that both had waited a long time to happen.
The kiss carried a quiet intensity, as if time stood still for both of them. Spencer's tenderness was a silent promise that he was willing to navigate through your complexities with patience and care. His touch, a soothing balm, erased the doubts that had persisted in the shadows of your mind for the past few years.
Upon parting, the street seemed to exhale a collective sigh. Spencer's gaze radiated a newly discovered warmth, and you, with your heart echoing the unspoken feelings, realized that sometimes, in the simplicity of a kiss, truths could be expressed more eloquently than words. The night air carried the weight of that shared revelation, and under the embrace of the lamppost light, Spencer and you looked at each other breathlessly.
"I think we're really missing my father's story right now," you whispered, raising your hand to Spencer's face at last, satisfying your eternal hunger to touch him.
He smiled, taking your hand and kissing your palm affectionately.
"With all due respect; right now, I'm writing one just as good as his," he said, making you laugh, "you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
You felt your cheeks warming.
"Oh, stop," you asked, but he made no promises as he took your hand and began to walk towards the bar "Now let's go for your pizza, I guess your virus left as quickly as it came."
You sighed.
"How brave" you replied, but you moved closer to his side and nestled into him as he wrapped his arm around you.
He would keep you by his side, keep you by his side for the rest of his life.
#criminal minds#spencer reid#dr spencer reid#friends to lovers#spencer reid fanfic#criminal minds fanfic#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid x jealous! reader#criminal minds au#spencer reid au
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shawn spencer's true superpower is not psychic abilities, eidetic memory, or a remarkable level of shamelessness…it’s his crazy good “zoom and enhance” eyesight. like I would love to know if he’s the dude from those corny “optometrists hate him!” style ads or if he’s just insanely farsighted
#psych#shawn spencer#every time he notices something I’m over here squinting like….how?#eternally jealous of people who can see without corrective lenses
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Dean Winchester and Shawn Spencer would be making out sloppy style before the SPN/Psych crossover episode even got through the cold open send tweet
#disastrous bisexual men being disasters with each other#this crackship is goated and i won't hear one word otherwise#shawn spencer#dean winchester#spn#psych#psych usa#this is to say nothing of jensen ackles and James roday Rodriguez themselves#they'd be eyefucking in character for the whole episode#they do a fist bump and both sam and gus get visibly annoyed#these are two men who *get* their characters#dean ABSOLUTELY figures out shawns deal in the first fifteen minutes#shawn is both terrified and aroused and flirts with him HARD the entire episode#dean flirts back equally hard#lassie and jules and cas get intensely jealous but can't explain why#please someone see my vision
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jealousy, jealousy | s. reid
pairing : jealous spencer reid x male reader
wc : roughly 1,900
a/n : i appreciate requests because it gives me more variety to work with but i was thinking about this for a while and i thought Holy shit what would jealous spencer reid look like So here we are.
Also I didn't go over this more than once, so if there's a spelling or grammar mistake or two, either tell me or ignore it.
you're not as affectionate when working, so it takes a while before you begin to notice the response
content warnings : jealousy, spencer's trauma references, sexual implications, themes and references, comfort
"What did you say her name was?"
You hold a notepad in your hands, scribbling down random connections you could make from the girl's trembling tone. She answers hesitantely. "...I don't know."
You smile, "That's okay, that's okay... you're doing great. Anything else?"
Spencer sits beside you, recounting the conversation in his head, looking for details you might have missed and studying the expression of the girl's face as if looking for something that might resemble a lie.
You two have been in a relationship for the past few months, the team doesn't know; and quite frankly you don't care if they do. Although for someone so set on showing off, Spencer hasn't really made you known—not because of the feeling of being ashamed—but because he's never wanted to let the world steal you from him like the other parts of his job has.
A woman stands beside the girl, no older than 25. Her pitch is high as she talks to you, and the repetition in her voice starts to be caught on by the man standing close beside you. His eyes narrow vaguely, "you're her sister. Am I right?"
"Why, is it obvious we both share the same parents?" Her blonde hair gets caught on the inside of her earring, and her voice naturally gets lower as she looks to Spencer.
His voice starts to speed up, "Well, typically older sisters have qualities that remind you of the relative, and not just in appearances too—in simple terms your hand movements match that—"
The girl seems to look more scornful the more Spencer speaks, and in doing so, backs closer to her sister. "...I was making a joke."
Ignoring the two, you speak up again, crouching to the child's height. "Would you ask your sister if you can do me one more favour by coming down to the station? We're going to show you a few pictures and you'll choose the one who most resembles who you saw. Is that okay?"
Before she has a chance to deny, the woman gazing at you speaks out, far too confidently in the aid of a girl with a missing best friend, and little leads. "Yes! That's okay."
Spencer glances at you, whispering, a little louder than what was considered, "...Are you sure about bringing the older one?"
"The girl needs a relative's support; they seem to be close. She's only six... maybe seven, Reid." Your voice softens as you take into account his perspective, "She may be an asshole, but she could be a huge help in speaking logically considering how shaken the younger girl is." You pat his shoulder, "If you're worried, Spence, I promise—I'll stay careful."
Spencer isn't concerned about your safety, he knows you can handle it; he's worried about how you'll react once it comes to your knowledge that he's jealous, but he doesn't let it be known. For the moment, he understands that you're focused on getting the sisters back safely without disturbing their memories.
Still, it doesn't diminish the look of affection in her eyes as she stares at you.
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Upon entrance to the station, you lead the girls to the interrogation room, advising the older sister to stay out while Emily showcases images and narrows down the search. The sister, you, and Spencer stand behind the glass, watching quietly.
Spencer glances at the girl beside him, "I didn't catch your name."
"Tamika." She says after little hesitance.
"Were you there?" you ask, keeping your eyes stable through the glass. "Did you leave your sister alone?"
Tamika's face sinks lower as she senses how aloof your tone is. "Um... no. No, I wasn't there. She was with her friends at the, um, time. I didn't think much of it..."
You stay silent for a few brief moments before responding with "Okay."
Spencer's eyes trail over her facial features. She was pretty—that much was obvious—her figure was slim, and her eyes were puppy-like. Freckles covered the bridge of her nose and her hair was even a perfect shade of gold.
There's a thought tugging on his mind, one of grief, that tells him you're willing to leave him for someone better, someone like her.
"Why? Why not?" Spencer's voice hovers on an accusatory tone. "Surely you would have noticed something was wrong?—"
"Reid, stop." You say, sternly. "What has gotten into you?"
There's some sense of jealousy set in his expression, but it's vague, and only noticeable to the trained eye. Her sore eyes never leave your soft skin. Her sore eyes never leave you.
"..." Of course, you notice. You always notice when it comes to him, you notice everything. From the mole on his right cheek to the singular ringlet on the back of his neck.
You glance down at your wrist, the time on your watch reads 10:43pm. It's not late for the team members, but it is for everyone else.
The door to the room opens and Emily walks in, sighing. "She's too shaken to identify a set person yet. We've only narrowed down a few."
"Run them by Garcia." Spencer says with his hands stuffed into his cuffed jeans, his voice still uneven. "I'll go over the case files again tonight."
Emily shoots him a glance as if to ask what's wrong with him, but within a few seconds she grins sarcastically, "Roger that, Dr. Reid."
The bounds of the room keep the conversation inside, and the doors don't slam as loud when Emily leaves with an open flip phone in one hand and four pictures in the other.
For a few brief, uncomfortable moments, there's silence.
Taking the discomfort as an opportunity to manipulate, Tamika's left hand brushes softly over your arm, "Hey, um... Y/N, was it? Can we talk?"
Noticing the attention, you keep your voice steady. "What is there to talk about? Your sister is waiting outside with one of the other team members. It's late. Go home."
Her fingertips trace your bicep, her voice lowering slightly more in the means of seduction. "Mhm, I know, I know... but... would you like to come over? I can put the girl to bed while you and I..." Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, "don't make me say it."
"Y/N, we're going back to the motel. Come on." Spencer's voice wavers with a brief disgust as he stands by the door with his phone open on a message. "Hotch is giving orders."
Tamika looks up, "But—"
You nod to Spencer, moving away from her touch. There's no hint of a response; you leave her speechless where she is and she soon decides whether to leave on her own, or be escorted out.
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As soon as Spencer closes the door to the motel room, you kiss him along the corner of his mouth. "Spence, baby, today was rough..."
He giggles in response, using his palm to push against your mouth as if using his hand to defy your attacks. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, do your homework."
You grin playfully and, after enough convincing, you let go.
The motel room wasn't exactly cheap, but you could afford it quite easily. Velvet curtains line the windows and there is plenty of space for clothing. The beds are singularly separate and lined against each other. Everyone in the team was told to split two into each room, and coincidentally you two ended up together.
Spencer is already pulling books from his bag and flipping through loose annotations, while you're setting files on your desk to sort through. After four or five books, you feel him lean his head on your shoulder from the back.
You chuckle softly under your breath at the embrace and put your hands through your pocket to pull out your keys only to halt, pulling a slot of paper from your pocket. "Huh." You murmur, turning it over to read the numbers on the back.
Spencer looks up, "What's that?"
"A phone number." You whisper in thought. "Must be Tamika's, right?"
Spencer's head perks up higher. "...What? When would she have had the time to do that? I can't think of any... what?"
You shrug, putting it to the side on the desk below you to continue sorting files.
He murmurs into your shoulder softly, "...Are you going to text it?"
You place your hand on the back of his head although looking away from him. "Maybe. She could still provide us useful information if she finds any out."
"You know that's not why she, uh, left it."
You notice his stuttering and pull him off your shoulder, turning around. The look in your eye speaks volumes against his discomfort and he swallows heavily.
"Spence, baby, are you jealous?"
Your voice is soft in an attempt to console him but there are hints of amusement stuck to it. You, alone, know the answer, but by questioning him, it made this far more fun than it was already.
"Huh? No. Why would I be jealous? She... no." He sputters out, still clinging onto your waist despite being moved to face you instead.
"Oh come on, you're a horrible liar when it comes to me. Besides, I noticed earlier today in the station, you've been a lot less talkative as of late than ever, haven't you?" Your hand crawls up his neck gently. "...Spence, please."
Although he was half listening, the way you say his name makes shivers walk up his spine and his lack of attention fully subsides when he looks up at you. His back straightens suddenly to the point he's now standing taller, "What?"
"You know I love you. Like... seriously love you. I don't know if I could ever explain that to you, but I do."
He stares at you, dark brown gazing into your eyes. "...I know, I know... I love you too. I just—" His tone falls to a whisper before trailing off. "You seemed interested. And she was pretty... you know?" He continued eventually.
You stay quiet before laughing. "What about me screamed 'interested'?"
With your palms holding his face, he moves his gaze to your lips and back to your eyes, "What?"
"I was avoiding her at any cost... I highly doubt that's something you do to your love." You run your thumb along his cheek, almost in a subconscious motion, as he processes exactly what you said.
"She was seducing you." He says flatly, "You know that. You knew that—and you didn't take up the offer? Why?"
You stare at him blankly. "...Because I don't love her? I'm not sure what you want me to say here, Spence, but I can assure you that is my reasoning."
The clock strikes 12am in the motel, night seeping in through the curtain cracks and moonlight illuminating what the ceiling light can't.
You pull Spencer closer, running your fingers through his hair. "There is no one in this world who could replace you. And even if there were, I wouldn't take it. I wouldn't give you up. There's no one better than you."
"..."
Spencer's hands fall into your lap as he leans his head into your chest. "I know, I just—I know. I'm really sorry."
You laugh. "Don't apologise! Things happen. I get jealous around you sometimes too, you know?" You notice him smile into your shirt and you pat through his hair, grinning. "Tough day, huh?"
He shakes his head at you, "Stop talking now."
#male reader#spencer reid#criminal minds#x male reader#spencer reid x reader#reid x reader#spencer reid x you#dr spencer reid#cm#fanfiction#jealous#jealous spencer reid
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Every Episode of Timeless
⤷ 1x04 “Party at Castle Varlar”
You wanna know how to keep doing this? Figure out what you're fighting for, and you'll be okay.
#timeless eps#em.timeless#timeless#nbc timeless#timelessedit#my gifs#my edit#userteresa#tuserkers#singinprincess#userdanahscott#lucy preston#rufus carlin#wyatt logan#abigail spencer#matt lanter#malcolm barrett#time team#such good early lyatt moments#wyatt literally getting so jealous about james bond hitting on lucy#i agree with him bUT I TRUST YOU#fkdja;f gah#omg and the alamo is next :((((#also i love that there's all this green for a st patrick's day post lol
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"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.
warnings: spencer jealous by min yoongi, so it is a jealous!spencer x army!reader, for my dear armys.
based on this tiktok, because shit, he's attractive.
words: 812 words.
a/n: Here is a little blurb improvised after watching a video of Min Yoongi, I hope you like it. Also, during the weekend I will be uploading the requests that have been asking me, I promise to upload them. Thanks for all the support, and soon I will be uploading chapter 2 of "Boy Wonder and the Rockstar".
One of Spencer's problems with being a technophobe was not keeping up with pop culture, so knowing the latest gossip or what was trending that day was not his forte.
Unlike Penelope, who was the encyclopedia of pop culture. Any kind of question or news you had about what happened to a certain celebrity over the weekend, she'd fill you in no problem.
So, when Spencer started dating you, he was constantly asking Penelope about what was going on in the pop world and coming home to talk about it. That way, Spencer could be listening to you fascinated about what you thought about anything and be fed with new information.
But one day, as he was coming home from a meeting to his shared apartment from a meeting, he could hear a comment from his room.
"Good Lord, how can he be so attractive?"
Spencer's brain stopped working for a couple of seconds.
Who was attractive?
Who did you find attractive?
Maybe you meant him.
He used to be very cocky about his looks ever since he started dating you, because of the constant compliments you gave him. Plus, he knew deep down inside that comment to someone else.
"Damn, he's so cute."
Who the fuck was that person?
The door to the room slowly opened, revealing your back silhouette as you watched something on your phone. A flirtatious smile left your lips, managing to fuel your boyfriend's jealousy even more.
"Hey, beautiful."
You turned around, blocking the screen of your phone and put it aside to hug your newly arrived boyfriend by the neck.
"My love, how did it go? I was already starting to miss you."
A sarcastic chuckle came out of Spencer's mouth, leaving an annoyed smile to settle on his lips. Your face made a slightly confused grimace, looking at your boyfriend blankly.
"Is something wrong, Spence?"
"I don't know, you tell me."
You gently pulled away from him, looking at him with some confusion in that minute. You bit your lip, noticing how suddenly his face looked serious with a hint of annoyance.
"I don't really know, nothing's wrong." You followed the man's gaze, noticing how he stopped on your phone and blurted out with some momentum.
"Who were you just talking about?"
"What, what are you talking about?"
"Who do you find so attractive and cute? Huh?" your eyes scanned Spencer, causing you to let out a chuckle, fixating on that adorable bout of jealousy.
"Are you jealous, Spencer?"
"Tell me, who is it?"
You could tell by his tone of voice that he wasn't for jokes, so you decided to give him the answer he so desperately craved.
Your feet went to your phone, which you unlocked and showed him.
In the video, there was a famous Korean singer named "SUGA" or "AGUST D", who had been recorded by a fan taking off gloves and then doing his hair back, which to you was quite an attractive action, but to Spencer it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Him I find attractive. He's from the Korean group I was telling you about the other day, BTS, remember them?"
Spencer's eyes went from your phone screen to your face, feeling embarrassment take over his face. He was jealous of some pixels, of a video of a worldwide recognized artist, of some pixels of video.
"Love..." An embarrassed chuckle escaped Spencer's lips. "Sorry, I just heard you so suddenly and, well, I didn't expect to hear that just coming home and fawning over another man, god... How embarrassing."
"Spence, honey, it's okay. It's understandable, it wouldn't be the first thing I'd want to hear either if you just got home, plus it had to be weird that you suddenly put my phone away after saying something so revealing. It's fine." You mentioned laughing, letting your hands go to his neck and caressed the unruly curls brushing your fingers. "But, there is no man more attractive than you, pretty boy. No one is quite like you."
A cocky smile settled on the lips of your partner, who was suddenly kissing your mouth in a deep kiss.
"I'm glad no one has yet taken my spot of being the most attractive man in your life."
"No one could do it, love."
"What about that 'SUGA' guy?"
You paused, making a thoughtful face before you could see the feigned annoyance Spencer had and let out an amused chuckle.
"This is a hard question, I have to think about it more."
"Well this will make you not think about it anymore."
"Spence!"
As soon as you let out the last sentence, Spencer's hands went to your hips and he lifted you up to carry you to your bed, leaving you to prove to yourself that night who was number one on your beauty scale and in your heart.
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why is he everywhere except my bed ??? 😭😭😭
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I will never be loved by anyone the same way Spencer loves his stupid whore mtnd drink
#Am I jealous of a drink?#yes#spencer agnew#smosh spencer#smosh#smosh pit#smosh cast#shayne topp#replaced by mountaindew
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As your Husband, I declare you mine.
warning: smut, yandere behavior, kinda ducbon ?? idk, possessive and jealous spencer, marking ?? also sorry if i made mistakes
As you stood there, chatting casually with your colleague at the office party, you couldn't help but feel Spencer Reid's intense gaze burning into the back of your neck. You'd been married for a few months now, but he still couldn't seem to get enough of you. You knew he was jealous, but you also knew that he wouldn't let it show. You turned around, expecting to see him watching you, but he had turned away, pretending to be engrossed in a conversation with someone else. Little did you know, those green eyes were boring holes into you, his jealousy rising with each word your colleague spoke.
You felt a strong hand grip your shoulder, spinning you around to face him. "Let's get out of here," Spencer growled, his eyes narrowed. He didn't give you time to protest as he practically dragged you out of the room and down the hall, his long, muscular legs carrying him at a swift pace. You tried to keep up, your high heels clacking against the floor as you followed him.
Finally, he came to a stop in front of a closed door, sliding it open and pushing you inside. "In here," he commanded, shoving you roughly toward the bathroom. You stumbled, landing unsteadily on your feet before regaining your balance. "What's your hurry, Spencer?" you asked, your voice laced with annoyance. "I was just talking to him." He glared at you, his eyes darkening further. "I'm your husband," he spat. "And you belong to me."
His words sent a shiver down your spine, and something inside you responded to the possessive tone in his voice. You felt a strange mix of fear and arousal course through your veins. Without another word, he stepped forward, his body looming over yours. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer, and then his lips were on yours. The kiss was rough and demanding, as if he was claiming you as his own.
When he finally pulled away, you were breathless. His eyes were dark and intense, staring deep into yours. "You're mine," he growled. "And you always will be." Without giving you a chance to respond, he pushed you roughly against the bathroom counter. "Now," he said, his voice low and menacing, "let me show you how good it feels to be with the only man you'll ever need."
His hands were everywhere, touching you, caressing you, making you ache with need. His fingers danced over your bare skin, pushing up your dress, hiking your panties to the side. He growled again as he felt your wetness, the heat of your desire. With one swift motion, he knelt between your legs, his lips finding their way to your folds.
You moaned, arching your back as he began to eat you out, his tongue lapping at your sensitive skin, teasing you mercilessly. Spencer's hands held you in place, his fingers digging into your thighs as he devoured you, his mouth moving faster and faster. You could feel the pressure building inside you, the need for release growing stronger with each passing second.
As you neared your climax, he paused, lifting his head to look up at you. His eyes were bright with lust, his breath hot against your skin. "That's it, baby," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "Let it go." With those words, he resumed his ministrations, thrusting his tongue deeper inside you as you came, your body shuddering with pleasure beneath his touch.
When at last you were spent, he stood, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes traveled downward, taking in the evidence of his claim on your skin. The hickeys he'd given you were scattered across your neck, shoulders, and chest, each one a mark of his possession. He grinned, a wicked glint in his eye. "They'll see these," he murmured, "and they'll know you belong to me."
Then, with one last kiss, he turned and left the bathroom, leading you back out into the party, his possessive hand still gripping your hip. As you followed him, your heart raced, a delicious mixture of fear and desire coursing through your veins. You knew that no matter what happened from now on, you belonged to Spencer Reid. And you had no doubt that he would make sure everyone else knew it too.
#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid smut#doctor spencer reid#yandere#spencer reid#smut#possessive#criminal minds#jealous spencer#jealousy#dubcon
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The BAU team going out to a bar one night, and theres this one guy just flirting with Reid constantly.
Reid is pretty oblivious to the flirting, not realizing whats happening and continues to talk to the guy thinking he's being friendly.
Meanwhile, Luke is nearby seeing this and gets annoyed and a bit jealous, but he trusts Spencer so he doesn't do anything.
The guy suddenly starts going further and tries to get touchy, which not only makes Spencer uncomfortable but pisses Luke off, so he walks over to them and forces himself into the conversation.
He gets close to Spencer, and starts getting touchy with him. First he's just holding his hand or arm, resting his head on his shoulder, small stuff to get the guy to back off.
When the guy stays and continues to talk to them, Luke starts wrapping his arm around Spencer's waist, pulling him close to him to make his point clear to the guy who was flirting with him.
The guy finally gets it and backs off, but Luke still wants to make sure the guy knows who Spencer is with and wants him to leave them alone completely.
So he turns Spencer around, pinning him to the bar and starts making out with him, right next to the random guy who is now uncomfortable himself.
Spencer is a flustered and nervous mess, not having seen this side of Luke before. They're usually more calm in public, so getting pinned against a bar is new.
The kiss gets heated, and Spencer gets turned on from Luke's possessive and jealous side coming out
He starts getting a bit too whiny and needy, trying to grind against Luke, showing him how hard he is, which only fuels Luke.
The guy is long gone, and Luke ends up taking Spencer home to finish what he started at the bar.
#ralvez#spencer reid#luke alvez#spencer reid x luke alvez#drabble#blurb#idk the difference#jealous and possessive luke alvez has my heart#that boy will not stand seeing his partner get flirted with#like yes they may be hot#BUT THAT'S HIS PARTNER 🗣️🗣️#and his only !!
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y'know despite the murder, i am jealous of the criminal minds universe, in which young cane users are not questioned, stared at, invalidated, or even overly acknowledged
like i understand that it was just an extension of the fact that the actor was ACTUALLY injured and ACTUALLY using a cane and probably would not have enjoyed added acted scrutiny because he probably dealt enough with it in his personal life (based on personal experience he probably dealt with a fair bit bc people irl are garbage about young cane users existing) but still, the fact that not a SINGLE PERSON ever questions spencer, ever questions the legitimacy of his need for an aid, ever questions why he's using it, god i'm so jealous
no one ever raises an eyebrow when he enters a room, no local detective ever makes a mean joke, no medical examiner ever stares at him for just a second too long, even when he does interviews, no family member or event planner EVER gives him a second look, they all just seamless accept that this member of the fbi is using a cane and never treat him any differently for it
no one mocks him! no one makes any snide remarks, no one side-eyes him when he enters a room, no one ever presses into his space and offers (read: demands) they do something for him since he's "not capable", no one questions his credentials, or his ability to do his job. everyone just accepts it as normal and continues as such. the literal ONLY DIFFERENCE in ANYONE'S treatment of him is that he doesn't go with the team when they head to the final location to grab the unsub with their guns out, which is a perfectly reasonable accommodation! and no one mocks him for that either! no one ever implies he's "missing out" and everyone keeps him in the loop during the investigation when they're doing things of that nature, so he can help put the last pieces together
just, as a young cane user myself, not only is spencer the literal first time i've ever seen someone on tv using a cane correctly (not an exaggeration, actors seem incapable of using canes correctly), and thus the first person i've ever TRULY seen that part of me in, but i just LOVE the way the show and narrative treat him in general, mostly because the way they treat him straight up DOESN'T CHANGE!! dude i fucking WISH that was my reality!!! i WISH people straight up DIDN'T CHANGE the way they treated me after i started using a cane, i fucking WISH everyone just accepted at face value the fact that i use one and then moved on and didn't mention it again
#original#i ramble#criminal minds#spencer reid#criminal minds season 5#cane user#disability#and i do understand that the actor was legit injured btw. i know that. and i know that's why spencer uses his cane correctly#because his actor was legit using it. but like. i fucking love that and wish more tv shows would hire disabled actors for disabled roles#feels like there's some stuff that could be learned from this ngl. season 5 spencer means SO MUCH to me#and i see myself so clearly in him#just. yeah. cane user spencer reid lives in my mind rent free#i dont care if this is coherent i dont care if my thoughts make sense im just fucking jealous
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HEEEEY what about the bestfriend blurb with Spenceeeerrr
Im dying here you know
have a great day
I appreciate you screaming the hey out of me. Am at the hospital because this almost-27-year-old-little-girl discovered she is a chronic asthmatic :) I don't wanna die and I don't want you to die sooo, you asked you'll receive.
Note from this author: This is more than a blurb, but we will still call it a blurb. It contains delicate topics so, I recommend reading the warning contents here AND I'm a pretender and delusional writer, and a super cool nurse answered my creepy questions last night during his shift. There's a bunch of medical terms I'm using here that are probably so very erroneous so my apologies, play along with me, please.
Also theres a part 1, 2 and 3
Bestfriend Blurb #4
Summary: You and Spencer are best friends and colleagues who are deeply in love for each other but oblivious at the same time. Let's see how much it takes for them to find out.
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DELICATE CONTENT read the warning
You had put on your headphones; that was a clear "not to disturb" signal for everyone around. Something that slightly bothered Hotchner was that you were indeed doing so in the middle of a police station during an investigation into a series of murders. He didn't say anything because, at least, you had gone to get them decent coffee (not the one the sheriff's secretary made), and you were reviewing on the map the locations where the child abductions were occurring and where the unsub had left the bodies.
Your brow was furrowed, and you hadn't added sugar to your coffee; Spencer observed this from a distance with curiosity. You always added sugar, especially in the morning. They had been sent to Maryland after a case involving an unknown subject who kidnapped infants and left them in public places for everyone to see a day or two later. It was a complicated case, especially because they were children, and the time between abduction and death was so short that it seemed hopeless for the families.
"They just kidnapped another child. Tommy Gibson, three years old," Sheriff Saget entered the room they had been given for the case investigation. You turned, taking off your headphones, paying attention for the first time to something other than the points marked on the map. Spencer could hear Janis's raspy voice coming from your headphones even from a distance. "Same victimology, same modus operandi; he killed the person he was taking care by, his godmother, and took him from the scene in broad daylight. His parents arrived two hours after leaving him and recognized the signs from the news. They immediately called the police to report it," he added, "We've sent everything to your analyst, and she'll be investigating it," he announced, and as if on cue, their phones started ringing, indicating the influx of information that Penelope was undoubtedly sending them.
Hotchner hurried to contact her and put her on speaker to bring everyone up to date.
"Does it say if there was any kind of violence?" J.J. asked.
The sheriff nodded as Penelope grimaced with displeasure.
"Yes, the door was smashed, but there wasn't much violence in Tommy's godmother's death. The blow was gruesome but effective."
"He killed her with a rigid object, a poker; an investigation is underway right now," Rossi remarked, focused on the police report.
"He used a knife and a hammer for the previous ones," Derek added with technical expertise.
"Because he doesn't care about them. The nanny, the grandmother, and the godmother were just a means to an end," you murmured, leaning your hands on the table and looking directly at Rossi.
"I'm getting permission for public security cameras," Penelope rushed to inform. "Crosses social lines, but so far, he has stuck with the same race; Caucasian boys between two and three years old," Derek said with technical experience.
"Tommy's parents are on their way to give their version of the events," the sheriff informed Hotchner, who nodded.
He turned to Penelope, "Anything else, Garcia?"
"So far, there isn't much connecting the children except their age. I'll be looking into them a bit more. There has to be something in common," Penelope said her goodbyes and immediately started gathering information, ending the call.
Everyone looked at Hotchner, awaiting his directive. He looked at J.J. and Prentiss.
"J.J., you and Emily will go with Tommy's parents. David, Derek, and I will go to the morgue to find out more informationabout this unsub." Then his eyes landed on you, and you knew exactly what he would say next. "You and Spencer will go to the crime scene and figure out what connects Tommy to the rest of the abducted children." You nodded, stretching your back and getting ready to leave. "One more thing; take your camera and leave those headphones."
You felt your cheeks warm with embarrassment, swiftly removing the headphones, nodding.
"Yes, sir," you mumbled, starting to leave the place, trying to focus on the case and not the recent slight embarrassment.
"Are you okay?" Spencer hurried to catch up with you, concerned. You nodded, but that didn't satisfy him. "Is it because of the children?"
"Wait!" both of you heard from behind, turning to see a police officer stopping you with excitement. "The sheriff told me to go with you and see your work."
You sighed, looking at the pretty blonde approaching, you finally answered Spencer "Of course, it's about the children."
If Spencer hadn't been too busy answering the officer's incessant questions from the back seat of the car, he would have realized that it wasn't about the children. In fact, the real issue was much more humiliating. Apart from hating cases involving children, the real problem was that you knew there was something you weren't seeing right in front of your eyes, and it wasn't due to something serious. No, the culprit was, in fact, sitting right behind you, smiling at your best friend while polishing his red apple . You gripped the steering wheel, trying not to make it obvious that her presence was irritating you.
But if you were honest, much more honest; it wasn't just that. You recognized in the young officer the enthusiasm and curiosity you felt when starting your career at the academy. You could even understand her annoying infatuation with Spencer's intelligence or how she couldn't help but gravitate toward him like Peter Pan's little Tinkerbell. What irritated you in a wild and unprofessional way was that Spencer seemed to enjoy it. You had never seen him smile so much in the past few hours since arriving in Maryland, and that made you furious because you couldn't remember making him smile like that ever.
"It's incredible that he graduated so young from college, and the FBI considered him for an elite position," the girl mentioned with an admiring sigh, then turned to you, "Isn't that amazing?"
"Astonishingly breathtaking" you ironically murmured under your breath but unable to deny it.
"Is there anything from fieldwork that has been a real challenge for you?" she asked.
"I can think of a few," you replied quietly, of course, unable to avoid glancing at her sideways through the rearview mirror with an ironic tone.
"I'm sorry; I know I'm sometimes too enthusiastic. But you guys are my heroes; the FBI is the main reason I wanted to join law enforcement in the first place," she replied somewhat embarrassed.
You wanted to scream in frustration because the girl was nice and entirely innocent, and you were unloading your unreasonable anger on her for no reason.
"Don't apologize. It's that spirit that will lead you to save people and do a good job," you allowed yourself to rectify that uncomfortable impasse caused by you. It was the least you could do after sending tranquilizing darts through your eyes since you met her.
You tried to avoid Spencer's concerned gaze until you reached the Gibson's house, but you couldn't simply stop watching them. You knew something about that didn't sit right with you, but you turned your attention back to the officer's interested gestures and Spencer's animated smile to bury the splinter that had been constantly pricking your insides, almost leaving you breathless. You heard her laugh, then her hand squeezed Spencer's arm.
"Agent, you're so funny."
Okaaaaaay. That's it. You're done. Adiós
Without warning, you turned around, showed your badge to the officer guarding Tommy's house, and started taking photos inside without knowing what you were really looking for. Well, you were trying not to think about the officer and her enthusiastic hands on Spencer's biceps.
"What's wrong with you?" Spencer's question made you jump as you took photos of the kitchen where the child and his godmother were presumed to have been when the unknown subject surprised them.
"Nothing; just doing what Hotchner asked me to do," you announced, bringing the camera to your face and taking another photo of the broken chair and plates on the floor, "and your admirer?" you asked with a trembling voice, looking at how the photo turned out and examining the details.
Spencer furrowed his brow, you knew even if you couldn't see it from your angle. But he approached you with his hands in his front pockets.
"She stayed chatting with her colleagues at the entrance. What's bothering you about her?" You frowned and looked at Spencer, almost offended.
"What's bothering me...? Nothing! She's just a bit annoying, but it's okay; I understand her," you quickly replied, walking through the room and looking around with curiosity.
"Yeah, because that's why you'd be blasting Janis Joplin so loud that even a cow would be startled." You sharpened your gaze, looking at him through your lashes.
"I'm surprised you had time to notice anything with all the giggles she was getting out of you." You wanted to hit yourself; cut off your damn tongue or something.
You should have changed the subject; raised the white flag of surrender, but instead, you gave the most perceptive person on the planet material to soon draw the most accurate conclusion; that you were so jealous.
"What are you talking about?" Spencer asked, his face contorting into a confused and almost disgusted expression.
"Forget it," you snapped almost like an order.
"No; you said it. You have to explain it now."
"Spencer..." you murmured, rolling your eyes at his insistence, but you knew he wouldn't give up on this.
"No. I want to know what you mean."
"Nothing!" you grunted. "Just that you're smiling," you pointed, looking him in the eyes, feeling defeated just by saying it. "All morning you've been talking to her, and you've been happy and smiling, and...I've never seen you like this with anyone, and it's...weird," you admitted and finally downplayed it with a wave of your hand, "Forget it," you sighed, "it's not your fault."
"My fault for what?" You looked at him again.
"That a police officer who barely knows you knows better how to make you laugh than I, your best friend, do," you muttered, feeling your emotions reaching their limit and your irrational anger and jealousy starting to sting your eyes with tears. But you wouldn't cry.
Spencer furrowed his brow, his gaze suddenly a bit more relaxed, and the sparkle in his eyes indicated that he was understanding better how you felt. And then came that gesture of pity, and you refused to let him feel that way for you. "Hey..."
"Agents, do you think you've gathered enough evidence? I have officers on an extended shift who will collapse from hunger any minute now. They haven't eaten anything for hours, except for that gluten-free hummus and cookies the Gibsons offered them when they arrived," one of the officers entered the kitchen, interrupting the conversation.Thanks to the Universe.
"That's it, officer," you replied, turning off the camera and starting to walk towards the door with Spencer. Then you stopped, extending your hand and gently tapping Spencer's abdomen, halting his steps too. "Hummus and gluten-free cookies," you looked at Spencer. "Richard Collins, the first victim. Didn't his family consume fruits and vegetables without pesticides from their own greenhouse?"
It took him only a few seconds to analyze what you were saying. "And Bobby's family had a sustainable irrigation system," he recalled the first victim. "Call Penelope, something in this has to be connected."
"The results of the forensic analysis indicate a high production of Interleukin-1," Spencer spoke into the phone as you, he, and his cheerleader were already settled in the car, heading back to the station. "However, these kids had never experienced high fevers in their lives"
Their families were all anti-vaxxers. Despite leading healthy lives, and their parents being very responsible with their children's health, they hadn't taken them to their measles vaccination appointment.
"If they didn't have the vaccine, do you think the unknown wanted to simulate a measles outbreak?" Penelope asked on the other end of the call.
"It's possible; then he doesn't have access to the virus but to the medical records," Prentiss responded.
"An anti-anti-vaxxer?"
"Exactly. We could be talking about a paramedic or even an administrative worker with access to records but not to the laboratories," Derek spoke thoughtfully.
"How do you induce fever without making a child sick?" Tinker bell asked from the back seat.
"There were high levels of Cefuroxime, an antibiotic used for bronchitis or even gonorrhea. That explains the fever, but not the death," Spencer intervened.
"He needed a trigger," you murmured, trying to remember everything you've learned, but the information tangled in your mind. "There were also traces of the same measles vaccine in the children's blood sample, right? Sometimes it's contraindicated if the patient has any dermatological problems, fever, or seizures," you recalled.
"If the unsub caused the child's fever to simulate a measles attack and then applied the vaccine, it's likely that it caused the death," they heard J.J's voice "He didn't hydrated them, he didn't feed them. He just left them tobdie alone and in pain"
"It doesn't take much for such a young child to die from fever. Seizures after a vaccine are caused by fever, especially if it's not controlled. He made them boil until their bodies couldn't take it anymore," you muttered, annoyed, trying to control your urge to press the accelerator to the maximum.
"It has to be someone who can easily access medications and has some minimal experience in medicine. It doesn't take much knowledge. We're looking for someone who has an extreme opinion about anti-vaxxers. Someone who has expressed excessive anger on social media. Surely, he's proud of the murders and shares news about the topic online," Derek told Penelope over the phone.
"I'm narrowing down the search, but look; Do you know how many people cancel anti-vaxxers on social media daily? Many of them are healthcare workers."
"We're talking about a narcissistic vigilant," Rossi added. "He's between 40 and 50 years old, probably lost a child of that age relatively recently. Maybe he was very responsible with vaccinations and feels it's unfair that the children of people who consciously decide not to vaccinate them are still alive."
"That's terrible, but..." they heard Penelope typing furiously until she found the only name that blinked on the screen. "...we have Martin August. A Caucasian man, 45 years old. He works for a supply company. Coincidentally, he delivers medications to the three hospitals in the area where Bobby, Richard, and Tommy are treated."
"What about the family background?" Hotchner asked.
"You got it right. He lost his two-year-old son, Charlie, three years ago, and he was very strict. He never missed any medical appointments. I'd say the child practically lived in the hospital."
"But if he died three years ago... What triggered him?" J.J asked.
"Good question." She decided to check the civil records and found a divorce certificate. "Martin divorced his wife when his son was just one year old. The thing is, she remarried and recently had a baby."
"He must feel that she forgot about Charlie and is rebuilding her life," they heard Prentiss say.
You and Spencer looked at each other alarmed. "He's going after his ex-wife's son," you said with certainty, knowing that if the man killed Tommy, he wouldn't wait at all to go after his next victim, and you suspected that with her, he wouldn't hesitate to cause even more harm.
After an hour and a bit more, you and the team found Tommy. He was in a very dangerous condition; undoubtedly, Martin had taken it out on him, probably rehearsing everything he would do with his ex-wife's little baby. However, the doctors were positive about it, and you decided not to leave the hospital until you knew the child would be stable. J.J had stayed there, and you had promised to accompany her; you knew how tough child cases were for her. Both drove back to Washington, and you made sure Will was informed of the situation and would accompany her that night with his famoustea and a good conversation. From there, you continued alone to your apartment; Penelope had helped you find it, and it was a couple of blocks from hers. You started walking towards the reception of the building when you found Spencer sitting on one of the lobby's chairs.
You looked at him somewhat surprised; the tension of the case had dissipated all the previous events; it had been effective in making you forget that you had ever been jealous and that you had had that conversation where you practically admitted hownyou were feeling.
"Shouldn't you be resting?" you asked, leaning on one of your feet, tilting your head. "What are you doing here?"
He got up from his seat and approached you with a strange look; there was doubt on his face but determination in his gaze.
"Do you remember that strawberry punch you make?"
You raised your eyebrows. "Spencer Walter Reid wants to drink alcohol?"
"With you," he added with a half-smile. "I want to drink alcohol with you."
You stared at him; the circles under his eyes were more marked than usual. You knew he was tired; you couldn't just send him home and deny him a peace punch. You nodded your head and pointed to the elevator, greeting the building manager just before the doors closed.
Spencer stood still beside you; you could feel his warmth colliding with your body. It was crazy and sent confusing signals through your spine.
"When Officer Williams praised me, it made me feel good," he murmured. "Not everyone has the patience to hear everything I have to say all the time," he added, watching the numbers indicating the levels of the building move up on the screen.
"I listen to you always, J.J listens to you always, Prentiss does, so Penelope and Rossi. Derek and Hotchner sort of listen to you all the time," you reminded him.
He nodded, stretching his lips into a thin line, still not making eye contact with you.
"I know."
"Not like that, though," you added. "We don't flirt with you."
You saw his cheeks blush, and then you knew you had hit the mark.
"I think we all have an ego to feed, right?" he murmured. "You were right, but you're also wrong," he finally looked you in the eyes, this time not breaking eye contact for a second. "Yes, I smiled with the things she said, they made me happy. But you... I don't need you to do or say anything; I am happy because of you. I don't smile with you; I do it because of you."
Of course, hearing him say that sent a warm signal through your body; it was as if suddenly you were wrapped in a satin blanket, and your feet didn't hurt, and thatpast case didn't happen. You never went to Maryland and now you are floating. And despite how good it felt, you knew you shouldn't get used to it.
"Spencer, you don't have to..."
"No. I know I don't say it often because saying it out of nowhere and without context would sound strange, but it's the truth; I don't need words, or places, or anything to be happy when I'm with you. I could be vegetating by your side, and I would be the happiest man alive" he admitted this time, looking at you with such intensity, and his words being so real that they touched the most sensitive and hidden nerve in your depth.
Your eyes stung, but you knew you wouldn't cry. Instead, bravely, you stretched your hand towards Spencer, and he took yours with confidence.
"I don't need anything else either, Spence."
And like a stroke of magic, the elevator stopped, and the doors opened. The moment had started and ended in the same location, but just like the elevator had done, you knew that conversation had left you in a different place, yet you didn't feel strange. In fact, you couldn't wait to explore it.
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#spencer reid#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid x reader#criminal minds#dr spencer reid#criminal minds fanfic#spencer x bestfriend! reader#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid blurb#spencer reid bestfriend blurb#spencer reid x jealous! reader#aaron hotchner#jennifer jareau#emily prentiss#penelope garcia#derek morgan#david rossi
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I MISSED SPENCER AND PENELOPE WORKING TOGETHER
Emily: well leave you to it
Spencer: let’s start with E
Pen: are you flirting with me?
Spence: 🤨
Pen: cause E happens to be my favourite vowel
#criminal minds#criminal minds 13x13#spencer reid#penelope garcia#the writers are like well we aren’t going to give them proper partners so let’s just make them platonical soulmates#I need platatonic fanfiction of these two just doing thing together#like shopping or ACTUALLY GOING TO THE CONVENTION#omg fake dating AU where Pen tried to make Kevin jealous at the convention and ask Spence to be hee fake boyfriend#but they don’t actually fall in love because at this point in the CM timeline Spencer was having weekly phone calls to his girlfriend#oh I’m sorry his ‘doctor’ not that she’s not a doctor she is but they were way passed just doctor and patient
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Once again struggling to understand Jordan’s logic. Because to me, he sounds like a hypocrite. He’s saying that Spencer should be ok with being cut out of the plays because the team is winning regardless and he’s only mad because attention isn’t on him… but the reason he’s ok with cutting Spencer out is because the attention has now shifted to himself. He’s in heisman conversations, media conversations, and he now has a “guy” which to Jordan is the most important thing. But if it’s really “just about the team winning” for Jordan, passing to Spencer shouldn’t be an issue. Like Spencer said the team was winning with him. Jordan’s still involved in the plays whether he throws to Spencer or not. His future isn’t affected but he still felt jealous before he was getting all this attention even though the team was winning. Spencer’s future, on the other hand, is being affected because his stats are lower. But he’s supposed to be ok with it because… the team is winning??
#all american#spencer james#daniel ezra#jordan baker#the more they talk about this the more I see this being about Jordan being jealous of Spencer without saying it
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