kairos.
— spencer reid x gn!reader
SUMMARY: in which spencer reid finally verbalizes his feelings towards you, despite having gone months of being afraid to show his love.
WC: 588.
TW: slight angst(?), possibly ooc, cliché prompt, cheesy gooey stuff, reader gets kinda emotional at the end, no use of y/n, my horrible rushed writing, lowercase is intentional, not proofread.
A/N: hi <3 this is my first post here on tumblr. i'm still getting the hang of things so if anything looks odd i apologize. this is just something i conjured up real quick to post cause i wanted to test the waters and see how things go. feedback of any kind would be greatly appreciated !!
chocolate locks slid through your fingers as you threaded your hand in spencer's hair. whatever chick flick you'd turned on to pass the time droned in the background, your attention focused solely on your boyfriend as he rested his head in your lap, spread across the old couch in your shared apartment. moments like this were rare and fleeting, so you knew you had to savor it. savor the comfortable feeling that his presence provided. your apartment was far from luxurious, but it was your safe place. the calm, gentle atmosphere was so delicate and precious.
spencer's eyes were closed, but you could tell he wasn't quite asleep. the two of you had spent so much time together, it was easy to read him from his pace of breath alone, and vice-versa. a large hand carefully wrapped around one of your bare knees, nimble fingers tracing random shapes into your soft skin. it was a little habit spencer had picked up - a little way of keeping his hands preoccupied, much like his usual fidgeting. you gazed down at him, your hand gliding through his curls to gently stroke his cheek with the back of your knuckles.
“what are you thinking about?” you broke the quiet, and he swore his heart skipped a few beats. your voice was always so soft and gentle, you could calm him with just a few words.
“nothing.” he replied simply, eyes squinting as he opened them and adjusted to the dim lighting of the living room. he looked up at you, those charming puppy eyes gazing into your own. his cheek was smushed against the plump flesh of your thighs, a tiny frown pulling at his lips.
“you are thinking about nothing?” you raised a brow. at the sight of his frown, you felt your own heart ache in your chest. your hands raised to brush some of his hair off of his forehead. the action caused his eyelids to flutter, lashes kissing his cheeks for a moment. his brows turned up, furrowing together in that all-too familiar look of worry. your hand came to rest on the side of his cheek. “what is it, spence?”
his eyes darted between your own, searching for something he wasn't even sure of. he couldn't help but lean into your touch, one of his large hands wrapping around your wrist to hold it in place. his thumb rubbed over your pulse point as he placed a gentle, lingering kiss to your palm. when your gaze met his own, he swallowed thickly. he knew he was in so deep, foolishly in love with you. it felt like his heart was in his throat. for as long as he could remember, a part of him, buried deep down, was afraid of love. he was afraid of getting hurt again. for a brief moment, he let himself be selfish. he allowed himself to love unconditionally.
“i love you,” he spoke, his voice quiet and small. you had to strain your ears just to hear him. those three words held more weight than you ever thought possible. you'd spoken the phrase countless times over the months, never prying for reciprocation.
“i love you, too,” you whispered back. a teary smile pulled at your lips, the stinging in your eyes was quite prominent. without a word, spencer lifted his head from your lap. his hands held your head with a certain tenderness as he caught your lips in a sweet, loving kiss.
in that perfect moment, your world was at peace.
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