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There you were, sitting on the astronomy tower with an unusually whiny Matheo paching up his busted nose bc somehow your boyfriend had lost the ability, like he hadn't done it a thousand times before.

"Sit still, Matt! Baby, I love you, I really do, but you need to stop whining and looking at me like a kicked puppy. You look depressed."

Stopping your movements to look at the boy sitting under you, only to see he's already searching for your eyes, giving you a look that made you feel like you're burning from the inside out, yet feeling a shiver run down your spine, a look of pure love and nothing else.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" You almost couldn't get the words; his look leaves you breathless. The smell of smoke from the ashtray hits your nose, reminding you of the half-smoked cigarettes left almost forgotten.

"Nothing, just thinking about how perfect my pretty boyfriend is." he rests his hands on either side of your thighs, slowly rubbing small circles into your skin, one hand coming dangerously close to your inner thigh, closer and closer to where you desperately need him in that moment.

Letting out a shaky sigh, looking away for a moment, only to look back, not being able to help yourself, knowing the only reason he's become the attention whore he is, is because you cannot help but give all your attention to him. You smile at him, rubbing your thumb across the roughed-up area on his nose, knowing it's going to become a scar.

"Perfect? Oh, please, we both know that is not true, Matty." letting the words out almost as a scoff.

"What, it's true, not a hair wrong on your pretty head, not a mark on your gorgeous face. And not a scar on your beautiful body," he said it with the biggest smirk, like he just proved every professor in Hogwarts wrong and beat Merling in the duel, like he knew everything about you, which is why you couldn't stop the light giggle turned laughter that escaped you, you could alost image the look on his face when you tell his something he doesnt know about you already.

You smirk at him, and you see his own falling just a little bit. "Is it now I tell you about something you don't know about me? Because I do have a scar, actually, on my right collarbone. "

His face scrunches up like you just told him the most ridiculous thing ever. "What? Love, I have seen you naked a million times, don't you think I would have seen a scar on your collarbone?" his eyebrows furrowed. "It's true here, look for it yourself."

You pull the long-sleeved shirt over your head. Taking his hands in yours, tracing the softness of the tips of his fingers over your collarbone, over the round, light pink, burnt mark right there on your collarbone.

When you pull your hand away, he leaves his resting on your shoulder, letting his thumb graze over the burn mark. He recognized the familiarity of the shape as the end of a cigarette. "How come I've never seen this before, love?"

There is no anger in his voice or disappointment, yet you look away, not being able to bring your eyes to meet his. "It's just an ugly scar," he says, searching for your eyes. "What? What do you mean? It's not ugly? Nothing about you can ever be ugly. Where did you get it?" his eyes softened

"It's just not something I talk about yk… something my mother did. I know it's not big, but it's still ugly." As soon as you mention your mother, his eyes go dark; he knows the horrible way your mother treated you, and this was only another reason to hate her more.

"Stop calling it ugly, it's not. It's just a little mark in my eyes, not a big deal at all. Nothing could make me think less of you, especially not that."

His hand slides from its place on your shoulder up your neck, holding your chin and jaw, and you finally let your eyes drift to his. "yk my sister calls them soulmarks." he gives you a small smile. " Really? Why does she call them soulmarks?"

"My sister calls scars and birthmarks soulmarks because she believes they tell you who you're really meant to be with, yk your true soulmate. She says this because my sister and her boyfriend both have a matching scar on their right pinky finger. She says they are meant for each other, that it is, like, once in a lifetime love."

"Now she believes that all types of birthmarks and scars are soulmate marks and that if you find the one with a matching mark, that's your true love, the person you're meant to be with."

He looks at you for a good minute before reaching over to the ashtray, taking one of the somehow still lit cigarettes, putting ot to his mouth to take a drag from it before pulling his shirt down, revealing his collarbone, looking you dead in the eyes, before placing the end of it down on his exposed collarbone letting it rest there until he know its will leave a scar.

You stare at him for a good half minute, overcome with shock to really move a muscle, but the moment the pure shock left your body, you've never reacted so fast, slapping his hand away so fast you were worried you had actually hurt him for a moment. Still, you quickly got over it when your eyes caught sight of the freshly made wound, and worry turned into disbelief, shown in anger almost.

"What the hell are you doing!?!? Why would you do that?!?!" You run the tip of your finger around the edge of the new burn, too scared to touch it, scared to hurt him more.

You look up from the burn mark when you feel the hands on your thighs tighten, letting out a small gasp, being quickly cut off by his lips meeting yours, the gasp turned into a soft, surprised moan.

You break away from the kiss even though you, in that moment, desperately didn't want to; in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to deepen the kiss and just melt into his warm embrace. However, you need to clarify what just happened. "Why did you do that, Matty? Please tell me."

He gives you a smile you would almost call a smirk. "Proving you're sister right," he looks you dead in the eyes. His hands move from their place on your thighs up your sides, and his cold fingers slide up under your shirt, connecting with your warm skin.

You shudder as his hands travel up your abdomen, lifting your shirt as they move to your shoulders. You lift your arms, letting Matheo pull your shirt over your head and throw it somewhere to the side, leaving it forgotten.

You let out a breath as his hands travel back down your neck to your collarbone, letting him gently caress the old scar on it before moving closer, settling his hand on your neck, not putting pressure on it, but moving your head to the side just enough to make you feel dizzy from the act. He lets his mouth connect to the scar, moving up your neck, leaving a trail of kisses on his way.

He removed his hand from your neck to touch his way down your chest, soon followed by the other, stopping at the hem of your pants, his mouth leaving its final place on your neck. When you feel his mouth leave your neck, you move your head, and the two of you sit there in comfortable silence for a good minute just staring into each other's eyes.

You feel his hand start to move, buttoning up your pants; it's that moment you feel just how tight they have become. He moves over to your zipper, not breaking eye contact, and the moment the zipper is completely open, your mouth connects to his once more, letting out heated half-breaths. You gasp when you feel his hands find their way into your pants and boxers.

Stopping the kiss, you let your head fall into the crook of his neck, letting out sharp breaths, eyes falling on the newly made burn now matching yours, the intimacy of the act making you even harder than before, moving down to place a gentle kiss onto it, making sure not to hurt him. The act made Matheo start moving, making you let out a surprised moan.

He grips your chin, lifting your head up to meet his gaze. "Look at you, even when you're out of breath, practically trembling before me, you look absolutely divine." he moves your hand to let you touch the throbbing tent in his pants. "See? Can you feel what you do to me by just sitting there, letting out the most beautiful sounds?"

"Matty, please." You don't know what you're begging for, anything really. Anything he's willing to give you. And he's ready to give you the world if you ask. You don't even have to ask with words; just look at him, and he will bring you everything you desire and more.

You feel so close to the edge, so close to the familiar feeling in the deep part of your stomach. he sucks a mark into your collarbone right next to the scar.

"I will drown you in love, shower you in affection, burn the world down for you, one mark at a time."

You look at him with wide eyes, feeling yourself reaching closer and closer to the edge, leaning in for a last kiss full of passion before falling over, reaching your high.

The end, good night/day/afternoon. hope you had a good reading!:))))

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You blinked a few times, your eyes wide with surprise as your mind struggled to comprehend the sight before you.

The striking black-and-white owl, with its feathers ruffled from flight, had just swooped in and dropped on the table in the big hall. Looking around, you weren't the only one surprised to see the bouquet of flowers that had been dropped right in front of you with a little note attached to it.

It was easy to see not only almost every member at the Ravenclaw table you ate at was starring at it but also some people from other houses had stopped eating to get a look at the beautiful flowers.

You looked around trying to figure out who could have sent it, when your eyes landed on the Gryffindor table and you made eye contact with James who gave you a not-so-subtle wink.

You stood up from your seat and took the flowers in your hand mustering up all the confidence you had at the moment before you walked over to the Gryffindor table gently placing the flowers before the 3 boys, their eyes not leaving you for even a moment.

You gave them an annoyed glare. " when are you 3 ever gonna get tired of doing stuff like this?" it wasn't meant as a question because you all knew the answer.

Of course, they wouldn't stop they loved this too much. They knew nothing better them giving you small sometimes expensive gifts. The only exception was they did it because they adored you and everyone knew it, except you, of course. You thought they did it to poke fun at you and embarrass you.

The boys shared a look, one you couldn't tell what exactly meant. Remus's eyes shifted from you to the flowers. " Come on, love. Don't be like that; you secretly like it."

You rolled your eyes as you scoffed. Ugh, you guys are impossible!" And with that, you stomped away.

James placed a hand on Remus's shoulder. "Don't worry, Moony; she'll come around soon."

You were sitting alone out in the courtyard, enjoying your time while reading your favorite book. It was quiet and you didn't know how long you had been sitting there but it was so quiet and so nice, it wasn't cold but it wasn't warm enough to make you uncomfortable either. It was just perfect.

But it didn't last long warm hands were placed over your eyes. You let out a gasp and ended up dropping your book in the cool water of the fountain.

"Merlin! What the bloody hell!" you turned around and it didn't surprise you when you came face to face with James, Sirius, and Remus.

James gave you a lopsided smile "Sorry love didn't mean to make you drop your book. promise I'll pay for a new one I promise." Sirius sat down beside you. His fingertips were so close to yours that they were a second away from touching before you pulled your hand away and stood up.

But before you could leave, without your book, your wrists were grabbed gently. When looking back it was Sirius. "why do you keep running away from us love?"

Your eyes narrowed. Why were you running away? Did he just ask that? the Better question was why do they keep bothering you, tormenting you?

You've heard the way their friends joke about all the way on why they were doing this. Why did they keep playing these cruel jokes on you when you have done nothing to bother them?

"Why do I keep running away? Why do you keep bothering me!? I thought at least one of you would have some brains and decide enough is enough and just finally leave me alone!"

You didn't know where it came from. You don't know why you suddenly lashed out like that or why it hurt you so much to see the surprised look on remus face and the hurt flashing in Sirius eyes. you didn't know why you wanted to reach out to Sirius when he gently let go of your're wrist and just tell him sorry and you didn't mean it.

But you didn't instead you turned around and ignored the way your chest ached. you ran away just like you always did. except this time it was different.

The boys hadn't bothered you for 5 whole days and you didn't know why but you missed them. They might be annoying and a bit over the top but they made you laugh and you felt alone almost empty without them.

It was raining today, badly raining and the Griffendoors were playing against the Hufflepuffs. Normally you would always go and watch but today it just felt wrong.

instead, you were sitting in the great hall and only a few students were at the castle the rest were watching the game unfold.

You were sitting with some homework but it was long forgotten. you couldn't concentrate not when you were thinking about them. Why did you miss them this much?

It didn't last as the doors to the great hall flung open and in ran Lily. Wait, Lily? Why was she running in such a hurry? And why was she running in you're direction?

Out of breath Lily grabbed your hand and pulled you with her. "w-wait Lily what are you doing?! Where are we going?" she completely ignored your questions. But the nest words made you stop.

"It's James. He beat up some guys from the Slytherin stands. He just completely stopped the whole game. Something about them talking about you ok. Just. Just hurry ok"

Lily had barely realized that you had run past her at full speed. But you didn't even think twice. So many things were running through your head at the moment too many. James had done that just because some jerks were talking about you?

God, you were blind. How stupid could you just be? Not only stupid but dense as well. They were not joking or making fun of you. They liked you they liked you and you had talked down their feelings like they didn't mean shit.

God, you felt horrible. You had to find James because if you found him you were sure the other 2 would be right with him.

The moment you stepped outside you were drenched but that didn't stop you from running you knew you would get a cold later but you didn't care that was future you's problem.

Reaching the quidditch field you saw nothing but chaos. And in the middle, a big circle, cheers and shouts could be heard but no word could be made out.

Squeezing through the crowd you saw not only James laying on the muddy ground but also Sirius. Leaving Remus to try and fend them off all by himself.

You don't know what came over you as you ran into the circle and helped pull both Sirius and James to the side and somehow managed to pull them away from the chaos to a more enclosed space.

James calmed down once he saw who was holding him. But Sirius was bashing and pushing to get out of Remus's arms. So you did the only thing you could think of and smashed your soft lips against him split ones.

In an instant, his eyes landed on you and he calmed down his hands gripping your face not wanting to ever let you go as if you would disappear if he did.

When you finally pulled away you saw Remus and James' shocked faces. Sirius who still hadn't let go of you're face, stole your attention back with a gentle kiss placed on your cheek followed by one on your mouth.

Remus chuckled breathlessly. "does this mean you like us back?" you looked at him and then the other 2 and smiled "Yeah. yeah it does"

Remus placed an arm around you. "you know for someone as smart as you. you sure are slow dove. come on let us go inside and talk you're shivering love."

only now did you realize how much your body was shaking and shivering from the brutal cold. "yeah let go" you leaned into his touch as you walked together each of you huddling as close together as possible.

Bonus:

The boys had put you on bed rest as you'd gotten sick from the cold rain 3 days earlier. And for 2 days you had been put on bed rest by the boys and only ever gotten up to pee to take a shower. Even you're meals were eaten in bed with them by your side.

Remus was sleeping in the comfy chair on the other side of the room and James and Sirius were somewhere in the castle getting something to eat for you. You had promised to stay in bed but you had to get up and walk around a little just a little they wouldn't even notice.

Or so you thought because the moment you had stood up the door opened and in walked James and Sirius. "hey! hey! what are you doing out of bed, you are suposed to be in bed missy."

"What I was just uh going out to pee" Sirius looked at you. "with shoes on yeah right." "my feet were cold ok I was just going to the bathroom." a groggy tired voice sounded from the other side of the room. "no she wasn't she was getting up to walk."

"Remus!? I thought you were sleeping!" James walked in with Sirius trailing behind him. "doesn't matter love get back in bed or I'll have Sirius weigh you down."

"you guys are so mean to me you know. so mean." you lay down on the bed. "yeah but you love us anyway"

you smiled and looked at them. "Yeah I do."

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this was my first time writhing a fanfic to an ask i hope it was ok and enjoy!

*y/n arriving at the new student, walking in with a full face of gothic makeup and a bats nest in her hair not even a smile placed on her lips*

Enid: "whoa who is that I did know we had a new student coming. How exciting!"

*wednesday not even looking up from her book*

Wednesday: " Enid you think anything you haven't seen before is interesting

Enid: "no Wednesday she looks so interesting but... Also kinda scary. She kinda looks half dead"

*y/n walks over to them*

Y/n: "wednesday right? Your supposed to be showing me around"

*wednesday look up at y/n*

Wednesday: " i think i have better things-"

*Y/n cutting her of from what she was about to say*

Y/n: " you can save yourself the walk i don't need to be shown around I'll be out of here before the day is over and that principal will have no idea when I do"

*Y/n walks away with out saying a word more weirdly leaving a shocked wednesday who was not expecting that*

Wednesday: " Enid tell me you know her name"

Enid: " I just searched her up her name is y/n and she's some kinda demon a succubusa or something"

Wednesday: " a succubus Enid it's called a succubus but that's not important BC she's not going anywhere. I have a feeling our principal got an anonymous message that she has certain demon trying to claw her way out of hell. And she has a student that couldn't be more than happy to help her stop them."

*Enid nodding with her head even tho she doesn't understand jack shit of what Wednesday just meant*

Spencer have had aa problem with his contacts for a while, and now have to wear his old glasses for a week or so. He didn’t partially have a problem with it. back a few years after he joined the BAU he wore them all the time (season 2 btw).  

He didn’t really care about what people thought, everyone had seen him with his glasses anyway, he was fine with glasses had no problem with them, sure they could be annoying and fog up easily, but he didn’t mind.

And that Wednesday morning wasn’t any different. He had been busy getting new glasses because the old once broke so he hadn’t been able to see since Monday and that did so he couldn’t work. He finally came back to the BAU. And of course, the first he went looking for, after putting his jacket and bag down, was of course you, his favorite boy, he wasn’t going to tell you that though.

After Spencer had looked for almost 10 minutes and simply could not find you, he went to JJ and Morgen to see if they know where you may have gone of to.

“Hey... uhm… Guys do you know where (M/N) is? I can’t find him.” Only after he asked he realized maybe it was not the best idea to and Darek Morgen, JJ was fine but Morgen. No yeah Morgen was totally going to tease the shit out of Spencer after he found you.

“Oh (M/N)? yeah last I saw his he was with Pen in her office.” JJ gave him a small smile after telling but before he could go Darek couldn’t wait with start teasing Spencer. “Oh lover boy looking for his little crush huh?” Spencer’s face turned red and his ears felt all hot.

“What!? Crush?! Wh- what no no…no no. ofcoursenotwhywouldyousayoreventhingthatwhat. No.” Darek and JJ started laughing. “Calm down pretty boy go find you lover boy ok.”

Without a word Spencer quickly left the scene to go find you where he hopefully thought was in Penelope’s office.

Not long after Spencer reached the office. And when he got closer, he could hear the voice of not only Garcia but also you. But just as he was about to push the door wider to step in and greet you and of course Penelope. He heard you say something interesting.

“That’s exactly why I hate glasses. They look all dorky and stupid they fog up. And is honestly just ugly, they don’t look good on anyone!” Spencer never cared what people thought about him he really didn’t. but… you were not people. You were (M/N). His (M/N). Your opinion matters the most to him. He cared what you thought about him.

He stopped himself before opening the door. He couldn’t let you see him like this. He wouldn’t.

But if he had just stayed a little longer he would have heard what was actually being said.

“What!?!?” Pen looked shocked wide eyes looking at (M/N). mouth gape staring at you. “why would he say that?! He’s only like ten! He’s too young to think that! Plus glasses does not make everyone look ugly that is an insult to me and my beauty!”

“I know Pen. I told my little brother that to. But he’s just scared he doesn’t want to get bullied and picked on by his friends and the other kids in the school.” you looked back at her. “and yeah you do look absolutely amazingly gorgeous.” You said that with a smirk on you’re lips.

“Ugh… darling you’re too sweet on me. But I know my glasses are so stylish and absolutely fabulous!” they both of you laughed. Then you checked the time. “Oh sorry Pen I got to go back to my desk, can’t stay here and chat forever. If only.” “See you later hun.”

You took you’re coffee mug from her table, thinking you could might as well fill it up on you’re way back. Plus you really needed something to wake you up, and that something is a hot cup of coffee.

When you walked in ready to finally get you’re hands on a nice cup of coffee you saw spencer. You’re face lit up. You haven’t seen him in days and he hadn’t texted you why, almost made you think he was ignoring you, you would have if he hadn’t texted you yesterday saying sorry he hadn’t answered back, but not telling why.

Spencer almost had his entire back turned to you. “ Hey Spence how-“ before you could say anything more Spencer hurriedly took something off his face and hid his had and the object in his pocket. He quietly and fast greeted you before running of. And that’s wired because you’ve never seen Spencer run by choice. Something was definitely wrong.

All day Spencer had avoided you and you didn’t know why. Evry time you walked into the same room as him we were fast you walk out laving you there confused and dazed. Why didn’t he want to talk to you? Normally you were the first he would greet. And he would normally be all excited to see you after only not seeing you for a day.

This was wired like really wired. He have never ever acted like this. So why? Did you do something? What could you have done to make you’re nerdy best fried avoid you, like you were the plage or something.

You really didn’t know. But what you did know was you were going to find out.

And that’s what you did, you went into full detective mode. You asked almost everyone on the team they thought it was wired as well. If there was one person, he never ignored it was you.

While you were asking around trying to find out what you could have done. Penelope was the 2.0 version of Sherlock Holmes. She had a feeling what could be wrong with Spencer. So while you were out asking trying to find out what was wrong, Pen was literally interrogating Spencer.

And after not so long Spencer knew she had figured it out, there was no point in hiding it for her anymore. He told her everything how he had hard how much you hated glasses and he was sorry for basically spying on you and her.

Penelope though was confused. What does he mean hated glasses you had no problem with it. you thought glasses were cute, and even had reading glasses yourself. But then she realized that he hadn’t herd the whole conversation, so while Spencer was rending between how sorry he was for spying and how sad he was about you.

She stopped him and tried to explain what was really said in the conversation and that he had misunderstood it all. Penelope didn’t even have time to finish her explanation before Spencer rushed out, yelling a quick thank you.

When he finally found you, you were sitting at you’re desk looking extremely down. Spencer felt like a big bucket of water just got splashed over his head. he felt so bad when he saw how stressed and sad he had made you. Thinking he should have just talked to you from the start.

He quickly walked over to you and stood at you’re desk. You were quick to notice him, standing up. Before you could ask him or say anything he started ranting about how he had herd you wrong saying how you hated glasses and how he saw sorry he didn’t just talk to you after the whole misunderstanding.

You caught on what had happened. And it wasn’t his fault he didn’t know how to deal with it, you know Spencer had always had trouble with explaining and acting on his emotions and just instead shut of thinking it would go away, and just solve itself.

You couldn’t get a word in, so you did what you had wanted to do since seeing him for the first time. You grabbed his head and shut him up with planting you’re lips on his soft ones, cautious at first, but when you didn’t feel any protesting and instead feeling him start to deepened the kiss kissing you back.

You moved one of you’re hands to the back of his head into the curls in the back, when you did that Spencer leaned further into you and the kiss. You backed away Spencer’s lips quickly trying to get closer to yours again. He looked at you as you look at him.

“You’ve been ignoring me because  you thought I didn’t like how you looked in glasses?” there was silence for a while before nodding his head slowly. “Baby why would you think that.” Spence looked down at the ground studently feeling embarrassed.

“it’s ok Spence. Please don’t look down you look so cute with you’re glasses on” when you said that Spencer’s ears turned red, and a wobbly smile had formed on his lips.

“You’re so pretty. You know that right? You’re my pretty boy” … “Wh-what did you just say” had he herd you wrong? Was he hearing things? Or did you just say he was you’re pretty boy? “ you want to be my pretty boy Spence?” all Spencer could do was nod, still thinking he was dreaming or something. “And glasses or not you’re my pretty bot no matter what Spence.”

You’re lucky no one was in the office at the time or you and Spencer would never hear the end of it but that wasn’t what mattered right now. All that mattered was Spencer at the moment.

Spencer had never really liked the idea of physical contact with another person. He didn’t like handshakes nor sitting too close to people where they were almost touching. Going his way out to mostly avoid having to touch another person. You could say he is a bit of a germophobe if you would.

But that was before you.

Everybody at the BAU knew Doctor Spencer Reid had a massive soft spot for you, ever since you walked in the doors at the FBI, the moment he laid his eyes on you he knew he was hit, Spencer had fallen for a person he didn’t even know the name of at the time, hell even the whole FBI knew how much he liked you, everyone except you. For a member of the BAU you had an extremely impressive knowledge on criminals and murder, but when it came to love you were facing a wall almost stupid on the subject of love.

You were so oblivious that you never noticed how all of his rules was thrown out the window the second you it came to you. You never noticed how his touches would linger on you’re shoulder when explaining something to you or how he would scooch closer to you when you all set at the round table going over a case, or in the jet how the seat next to you was always reserved for him. You never saw how he would stare at you with his adorable big brown puppy dog eyes like if he didn’t, he would be striped of all life.

Being the same age and having common interests made the two of you inseparable from the start, oh and ofc Spencer’s massive crush on you. You two had been best friends for almost 6 years now and in these last 6 years Spencer’s crush had only been grooving bigger and bigger.

“Earth calling Doctor Reid! You there pretty boy? Or are you too busy making lovey eyes to you’re crush over there?” Morgans voice snaped Spencer out of the spell like trance you had put him in.

“What?” not really hearing what he said, Spencer only then looked back at Morgan, locking eyes with him. Spencer’s eyes getting used to looking at something closer again needed some time to adjust. “Sorry? what did you say again? I didn’t quite hear you.”

Snickers could be heard from not only Morgan but also JJ, Emly and Rosi, “Man she got you hooked pretty boy huh? You sure that shot to the leg didn’t effect your braid as well?” spencer still confused didn’t  get time to answer before the sound of  JJ’s voice broke the laughter.

“Guys Hotch just texted we got a case”

And only a few minutes later there they were sitting around the round table explaining the case. You sitting next to Spencer, like always. No one really had seats around the table that was theirs, but you and Spencer did no one had ever mentioned it or even talked about it, but everyone on the team knew it. it was an unspoken rule. No one sits next to Spencer unless it’s you.

Spencer scooted closer to you while the quick briefing was happening, not really completely listening but enough to drop his point of view on the different point’s of the statements on the murders here and there, before randomly info dumping something only just related to the case at hand, no Spencer was far to busy loving the heat you’re  body gave off you’re arm touching his. He loved how warm you were. But once again he was broken from his thought’s by a voice.

“Ok guys wheels up in 20”

Spencer turned his head to you. You’re pretty face already looking at his face. “So see you on the jet. Save me a seat ok” it wasn’t really a question because you know he would he always did.

And like always there you were sitting next to him, you where almost sitting on his lap with how close together you were sitting, but neither of you minded, his hand around you’re waist and chit resting ever so gently on you’re shoulder.

You didn’t fly for long before landing and getting of the jet. The drive to the small town station wasn’t that bad either, it was a small town on a big land a lot of desert with not so much town. When you and the team walked in Spencer’s hand still hadn’t left you’re body it was still ever so gently resting on the small of you’re back.

Having been introduced to the sharif and the people you were going to work with. Next thing was splitting into teams on who were going where and doing what, and with Spencer’s injury it was not hard to see he was going to have to work from the station.

“So who’s staying with Reid at the station?”

Darek was quick to shot a look between you and Spencer before saying. “actually I think Pretty boy is going to be most comfortable staying here with Y/N here more then any of us others” Spencer stopped and looked over at you expectingly.

The other’s looked over to you. You feeling and uncomfortable feeling having all eyes staring at you waiting for an answer Hotch’s voice sounded “Y/N? you’re ok with staying here with Dr Reid?”

“Of curse I’ll stay here with Spence! Can’t have him getting lonely now can we.” You said with an adoring smile on you’re face. “Grate you two stay here and see what you can find on victimology and see what’s may connect the victim in any way’s. sharif could you find a desk for the two of them they can use as work station?”

“Sure yeah of curse, I’ll go find 2 desks for the two of you-“ he was quickly cut off by Spencer. “No one will be fine, we have no problem sharing a desk.” Quick looks was shared between the team. You’re voice rung out. “yeah one is fine I have no problem sharing a desk with Spence.”

“ very well then, I’ll go find and clear a desk you guys can use. In the meantime you can just wait here.” The sharif went off to find a desk you could use. Not even a minute later he came back, and showed you and Spencer to the desk. “well we should get started now huh?” you asked Spenser. He responded with a nod and a dorky smile.

Hours later you were sitting on the desk with you’re legs crossed with a Spencer leaning up against you’re thigh. The news had in someway slipped out to the press and the phones were going off like crazy. “ We know who his next victim is. I’ll go outside and deliver the news to the team.” And with that you hopped off the table and walked out the back door.

and around 5 minutes later a female cop walk up to the desk you only 5 minutes ago were siting on. “So I se you’ve been working hard huh you deserve a teat here I brought you some coffee from the coffee machine.” Handing the Warm cup To Spencer he thanked her knowing damn well he wasn’t even going to thing about drinking it.

Spencer didn’t pay much attention to her or what she was saying to be honest, that was until she leaned half sat herself on the desk not only that but a little too close to him touching his arm. Spencer almost panicked but calmed himself. “please don’t touch me nor sit on my desk I’m a bit of a germophobe.” He said as calmly as he could

“A germo-what? But you let that other girl full on sit on the desk and she was touching you? That doesn’t make any sense buddy.” She said almost offended. “ yeah but she’s different. She’s so much different then you.” With that said she stormed off. And didn’t approach the team again especially not Spencer or you.

 But at the end of the day you caught the killer. And was packing up to go back home. You and Spencer was the fist in the jet. “spence?...” Spencer was confused by the tone and turned around. When he did he did see a smile on you’re face like always you’re expression was impossible to read. It scared him. What if he had did something wrong? Had he done something to make you sad or mad? He didn’t know and he couldn’t read you. It scared him.

“spencer am I different to you then others?” the question made him panic. “Wh-what are you talking about of course not-“ he was quickly cut off by you’re voice. “Spence I heard what you said to the female cop.” Silence the only thing there could be heard was the steps you took to take you closer to him.

“ you- you heard that?! I can explain ok! It’s no because you’re different! I mean you are diff-“he was cut off by the soft touch of you’re lips on his. He was surprised but quick to kiss back, scrabbling with his hands to hold the sides of you’re face. “I like you Y/N. I like you a lot, I would even say I love you but I would want to scare you away like that.” “I like you a lot to but..” he was quick to think of the worst. “but?...” “ but I would love you if you took me on a date.” The smile returning to his face. “of course! Of course I will” hugging you with a smile.

The happy little session you had was cut off with a loud “fucking finally!” you and Spencer turned around to see the whole team standing there. You were embarrassed. Realizing they had probably seen it all or at least most of it. “my man! So you finally got the girl” ohh man this was going to be a long flight home for you and Spencer.