#ladigubesfics

it’s november 28th, thursday—thanksgiving day. since you and spencer got together, thanksgiving dinner has been at your parents' house, since his mom lives all the way in vegas and his dad... well, he's a deadbeat. plus, your parents' place is closer to where you live, so it works out.

your family immediately embraced spencer. they adored him, especially how he treated you and how clearly smitten he was with you. he quickly became a part of your family, spending almost every holiday with you all. once you and spencer turned 26, you decided to get married, and two years later, you welcomed your son, arthur, in early october.

your family had been out of town when arthur was born, and then you fell ill the week after. the following week, your family fell ill too. it wasn’t until thanksgiving that they were finally able to come meet arthur. while you were overjoyed, spencer was on edge.

he’s always been cautious about germs, but now that you have a baby, he’s even more vigilant. he’s terrified of arthur getting sick, especially since it's more dangerous at his age and the thought of it is just terrifying for him.

your illness and the precautions taken by your family made spencer even more vigilant. it reached a point where you couldn’t even approach your own son without spencer insisting you use hand sanitizer or sending you off to wash your hands before entering the room. it made you wonder how he’d react to the possibility of your family visiting for thanksgiving. if he was this cautious with you, how would he handle your family?

"where's the hand sanitizer?" spencer asked, glancing at the nightstand beside arthur's crib. you sighed and ran a hand through your hair.

"i knew i forgot something!" you muttered, frustration dripping from your voice. you stood up from the rocking chair in the corner of arthur’s room and walked over to spencer, placing your hands on your hips, your face flushed with guilt.

"i’m so sorry, love. i meant to grab it last night when i went grocery shopping, but i must have forgotten. i'm really sorry."

spencer frowned but immediately wrapped his arms around you, holding you close for a moment. he pulled back slightly, cupping your face gently. "hey... it's okay," he said, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs. "i should’ve gone to the store myself. you're already doing so much with dinner, arthur, and everything else. i'm sorry, love. i'll go get it right now."

you gave him a small, reassuring smile and murmured, "okay."

just as spencer was about to leave the house to buy more hand sanitizer, the doorbell rang. you absentmindedly ran your fingers through your hair while spencer struggled to put his shoes on, trying to hurry before you could stop him. you reached him just as he was about to step into the garage.

"just say a quick hello," you sighed. He turned to face you, concern on his face.

"but love-" he started, but you cut him off.

"spencer, you can go after we greet them," you insisted. he lowered his head in defeat and stepped back into the mudroom to take off his shoes. you straightened up and dusted off your clothes before heading toward the entryway. spencer followed and opened the door.

standing there were your parents, your two sisters, your older sister’s husband and daughters, and behind them, spencer’s mother. your mother squealed as soon as she saw you and pushed her way past your sisters.

"where is he?!" she exclaimed, stepping inside and looking around.

"good to see you too, mom," you chuckled, crossing your arms. the rest of the family followed in, and spencer came over to place a hand on your lower back. once everyone was inside and the door was shut, he leaned in and whispered in your ear, "now can i go?"

you pulled back slightly and shook your head. "just a quick hello," you replied softly. he sighed, shoulders slumping, and walked into the family room.

"he’s upstairs taking a nap, mom," you say, walking over to where she’s standing and wrapping your arms around her. she immediately returns the gesture, holding you close. "we’ll bring him down when he wakes up," you add, before pulling away and greeting everyone with a tight hug and a cheerful, "how are you?!"

"so, what’s for dinner?" your dad asks as he settles on the couch.

"i decided to keep it traditional and make tamales," you reply casually, but your mom’s face immediately falls.

"you didn’t tell me you were making tamales! why didn’t you tell me? i could’ve helped! did you make the sauce yourself—?" she starts rambling, but you cut her off with a laugh.

"mom, after watching you make them for most of my life, i think i’ve got it figured out," you chuckle, and she shakes her head in mock disapproval.

spencer clears his throat, then speaks up. "um, do we want to eat now, or should we wait...?"

"i think we should all get comfy first, and then we can start dinner!" you suggest with a smile.

dinner flies by in what feels like no time at all, though it actually lasts about an hour and a half. spencer grows increasingly agitated, repeatedly asking if he can go buy hand sanitizer, but you just respond each time with, "not yet." eventually, he forgets about it.

once dinner wraps up, everyone heads upstairs to the tv room. your mom is the first to ask about seeing arthur. you nod, and she steps in, spencer following right behind you.

arthur’s nursery is cozy, with a wooden crib nestled against a wall adorned with thrifted paintings. a knitted blanket you made while pregnant with him is draped over the crib, and a curtain dotted with little stars hangs next to it. a rocking chair sits beside the crib, and when you enter, you see arthur is just waking up.

you walk over and gently scoop him up, supporting him with one hand on his back and the other under his bum. you bounce him softly for a few moments until he calms down, then your mom holds out her arms. you pass him to her, and she cradles him carefully, cooing at him and rocking him gently.

then spencer has a sudden realization. his eyes widen as he notices your mom didn’t use hand sanitizer—or wash her hands—before picking up arthur. his stomach drops at the thought, and he taps you on the arm. you turn from the loving look your mom gives your son to find spencer’s worried face, and your expression shifts from content to concerned.

"spence, what’s wrong? are you okay?" you ask, reaching up to touch his arm, the fabric of his button-up shirt between your fingers.

"your mom didn’t use hand sanitizer..." he mumbles, his voice full of worry. your face softens, and you give him a reassuring smile.

"spence—"

"...and she didn’t wash her hands either," he continues, his voice trembling slightly.

you sigh, cupping his face gently. "love, i’m sure he’ll be fine."

"no, he won’t! you don’t understand how much bacteria and disease humans carry, and if he gets sick, it could be really bad—" spencer starts to spiral, but you squeeze his cheeks, halting his words.

"did you ever check under our bathroom sink for hand sanitizer?" you ask softly.

"no... was i supposed to?" he looks down at you with those wide, pleading eyes. You shrug.

"i’ll go check." you pull away from him, and he steps out of the nursery and into the bathroom to check the cabinets under the sink. after a moment, you hear a frustrated groan, and spencer reappears holding a small bottle of pumpkin spice hand sanitizer from bath & body works, the size of arthur’s tiny hand.

"seriously?" he mutters, annoyed by the size and knowing it’s probably not going to be very effective. but after a brief pause, he sighs and decides it’s better than nothing.

from that point on, every time someone even looks at arthur, spencer insists they use the tiny hand sanitizer, and by the end of the night, it’s completely gone.

authors note | this is so half assed im sorry 😭 anyways i'm done with all my after school stuff (for now) so i should be back to posting twice a week but i'm still not fully motivated enough to write full fics so we'll see how it goes :]

credits | @saradika

word count | 1.3k

spencer walked into the office today, fully expecting at least a few "happy birthday!" wishes or maybe even a small cake. instead, he was met with the same scene as any other day. frowning, he clutched his messenger bag and went inside, hoping someone would remember his special day. with over a hundred colleagues, surely at least one would acknowledge it.

as the day wore on, disappointment sank in—no one had mentioned his birthday. just as he was packing up to leave, morgan approached him.

"what's wrong, lover boy?" he said, leaning against spencer's desk with his arms crossed. spencer shook his head.

"nothing, just tired," he replied, shoving his things into his bag.

"we're you and y/n at it last night?" morgan teased, ruffling spencer's hair. spencer laughed and swatted morgan's hand away.

"that's none of your business!"

morgan smirked. "so, i’m right?"

"no, you’re not," spencer said, rolling his eyes playfully. "i was just up late with a case and didn’t get much sleep."

"yeah, sure," morgan chuckled. spencer rolled his eyes again and stood up.

"the team and i are heading out for drinks, reid. you're welcome to join us."

"i'm good, thanks. just tired and ready to go home." spencer pressed his lips into a thin line.

"well, if you change your mind, you know my number."

spencer nodded and left the office, his thoughts consumed by the warmth of his bed awaiting him at home. his flip phone dinged as he walked through the parking garage searching for his car. he checked his screen and smiled at your name.

you were spencer's long-term girlfriend—the love of his life and the only one who remembered his birthday. he felt a rush of happiness but it quickly faded as he read your message:

"come over asap. i need to talk to you."

his heart sank, his mind racing with worries about everything he might have done, even the innocent things.

spencer wanted to ask what was wrong and if you were okay, but he felt it might take too long. instead, he simply replied with "okay" and got into his car, driving as quickly as legally possible to your house, concern weighing heavily on him.

what spencer didn’t know was that you were at home, caught in an argument with morgan. aware of spencer’s excitement for his birthday—especially since it was the first one he’d spend with you—you decided to throw him a surprise party. after work, the team went home to change before heading to your place. garcia was the first to arrive and eagerly helped you hang streamers, even though you weren’t finished decorating.

a few hours later, morgan arrived, and you were busy setting up the dinner table. he proudly boasted about how well he had hidden the surprise from spencer.

“yeah, we didn’t even say happy birthday. he has no clue,” he chuckled while arranging plates.

“what do you mean you didn’t say happy birthday?” disbelief colored your tone.

“yeah?” morgan replied, puzzled by why it was such a big deal.

you stand up straight and pinch the bridge of your nose. morgan, are you serious?" annoyance laces your voice. his brows furrow in confusion—he's not sure what he did wrong.

"i asked you to keep his birthday party a secret, not his actual birthday. why wouldn’t you say happy birthday?" you let out a frustrated sigh.

"i'm sorry! i didn’t know! when you said 'don’t say anything,' i thought you meant just that," he says, lifting his hand in defense.

"why on earth would i want you to skip saying happy birthday?!" you can’t help but chuckle incredulously.

"i don’t know!" he shrugs.

"who else didn’t say happy birthday?" you walk past him, glancing into the living room filled with his teammates chatting away.

"i think everyone..." he mumbles.

"everyone?!" your voice rises in disbelief.

"yeah, but it’s fine! we’re here now, and he’ll understand—"

you cut him off. "no, this isn’t okay!" you shake your head, a chuckle escaping despite your frustration.

you frown and sigh. "now i feel bad." you pull out a chair and sit down.

"at least you didn’t forget to say happy birthday," morgan chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. you laugh in response.

"i guess," you shrug, offering him a quick smile. you check your phone for any messages from spencer but find none. after closing the app, you stand up to continue setting the table when you notice headlights glaring through the living room window.

you quickly alert everyone of spencer’s arrival, and they rush into the dark kitchen. you left the living room lights on intentionally, not wanting to raise his suspicions. spencer turns off his phone and jogs to your front door, lightly knocking with his knuckles. after a second knock, you unlock the door and open it.

"hey, is everything okay? are you okay? i saw your message and got worried. did I do something wrong?" he asks as he steps inside. you close the door behind him, and once he’s fully in, you walk over and wrap your arms around his neck in a tight embrace. he responds by wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

"mm, i'm okay... you're okay..." you pull back and place a gentle kiss on his neck. "happy birthday..." he lets out a content sigh.

you withdraw slightly. "i have a surprise for you..." your voice is soft. he tilts his head in curiosity. "stay here," you say, your hands briefly resting on his shoulders before you turn and head to the kitchen. it’s dark inside, and you can only make out silhouettes, the room filled with whispers and giggles.

you switch off the lights and peek into the living room, ensuring spencer isn’t watching. you quickly share the plan with everyone: you’ll walk out holding his cake adorned with 26 candles while they sing "happy birthday" behind you.

after grabbing the cake from the fridge and lighting the candles, you give a thumbs-up to your friends. cake in hand, you step into the living room.

"happy birthday to you..." you and the team sing in unison. his head snaps toward the sound of your voice, his eyes shining with appreciation and affection as he rises from the couch. you and his teammates draw closer, continuing the song.

"y/n..." he gasps, lifting his hands to his mouth, a chuckle of disbelief escaping him. as you and the team finish singing, you step forward, holding the cake out for him to blow out the candles.

"happiest of birthdays, my handsome boy," you say with a smile. "make a wish." you gesture toward the cake. He leans in, blowing out the candles, which earns applause and cheers from his teammates.

The rest of the night is filled with laughter and conversation as Spencer enjoys the party you organized. he stays behind to help you clean up, resting his elbow on the counter next to the sink while you wash the dishes. "need help?" he asks playfully, giving your cheek a gentle pinch.

"i'm okay, thank you, love," you reply with a smile.

curious, you ask, "what did you wish for?"

he grins, "if i tell you, it won’t come true... and i really want it to." he emphasizes the "really."

"i can’t argue with that," you chuckle.

"by the way, love, i really appreciate this. i genuinely thought everyone forgot my birthday," he admits, a frown crossing his face.

"trust me, i scolded them all as soon as i found out they hadn’t wished you a happy birthday. i promise, next time i'll give them clearer directions," you say, drying your hands.you wrap your arms around him and kiss him softly one last time. "happy birthday, spencer reid," you say, your voice brimming with affection. "i hope you loved your surprise."

authors note | this was so much fun to write!!! the end is a little lame but it's only because i didnt know how to end it >_<!!!!! i wanted to write something quick and small for spencers 2/2 birthday. also i think i'm gonna slow down with the reid fanfics because i don't wanna get bored so expect some mattheo, fred, and enya fics soon :3

divider credits!!! @firefly-graphics

word count | 1.3k

how do i look?" you ask, glancing in the mirror. spencer, looks up at the sound of your voice. his face instantly transforms, into a, genuine smile. "incredibly stunning," he replies.

"really?" you tilt your head slightly—a small frown tugs at the corners of your mouth. spencer gently sets his book aside on the nightstand. he rises from your shared bed. he walks towards you. when he reaches you, he tenderly cups your face in his hands. he ensures that your eyes meet his, his gaze reassuring.

"i know so..." his voice sincere. he leans in, his lips meet yours in a soft kiss. you can't help but smile into the kiss. after a moment, you pull back, your eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze.

"you're perfect," your voice barely above a whisper. you playfully boop his nose with your pointer finger, a gesture of affection. spencer chuckles and shakes his head slightly.

"no, my love," he runs his hands down your curves before setting them on your hips. "you are a muse, a living, breathing piece of artwork. you're a goddess walking among mere mortals." his words are heavy with sincerity. "i'm just a fool who's had the fortune of falling madly, deeply in love." ss he speaks, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "and i am endlessly, eternally grateful to the universe for allowing me to love someone as breathtaking, as you."

his eyes roam your face, drinking in every detail as if committing it to memory. he pinches your cheeks lightly. you feel a blush spreading across your skin. you swat his hands away playfully, a laugh bubbling up from your chest.

"i love you," you say. your words feel as if they aren’t able to express the depth of your feelings, but they're all you have. He tightens his grip on your hips

"i love you most," he leans in, gently kissing your neck. you blush once again.

"are you sure you're comfortable coming tonight?" you caress his face.

"sounds like you don't want me to go," he pouts playfully. "are you embarrassed of me?" he gives you those big old puppy eyes. no matter if he was joking or being serious, every time he gave you those eyes, your heart would melt and guilt would begin to trickle in.

"i'm anything but embarrassed of you," you smile softly, but your reassuring expression soon turns serious. "i just know how you are. this place is going to be filled to the brim with people, there's gonna be blaring music and all the stuff that bothers you. not to mention the fact that this place probably isn't the cleanest, and i know how you are with germs." you notice spencer's brow furrowing, a frown etching itself across his features.

"i want to make this clear - i'm not embarrassed by you in the slightest. not even a little bit. i just want to make sure that you're comfortable." you kiss his forehead lightly.

"i know…" spencer begins,"but i genuinely want to go. i want to be there, surrounded by all those people, with you by my side. i want everyone to see that we're together, that you're mine and i'm yours. i know you care about me deeply but i care about you just as much. and i'm well aware that this might be our only chance for a while, given how rarely our schedules align these days." he pauses for a moment, swallowing hard before continuing, "so, i want to do this. i want to be there with you."

"are you absolutely sure you're okay with this? because i want you to know, if at any point tonight you start feeling uncomfortable or overwhelmed, we can leave. no questions asked. we'll just go home, okay?" you look into his eyes.

"i promise you, if i start feeling uncomfortable at any point tonight, i'll let you know right away." he offers you a reassuring smile.

"good," you say, pecking his cheek. "should we get going?" you take his hand, and he nods in agreement. once you're in his car, he starts the engine and drives off toward the halloween party your co-star: donald glover, was hosting. you recently starred in his new film, bando stone and the new world.

this is spencer's first time meeting someone as famous as you, and he’s understandably nervous. not only is it his first public outing with you, but it's also his introduction to celebrities. while you’re not sure who else will be there, you do know a few people from the soundtrack will be attending.

as the venue approaches, spencer's anxiety mounts, and you notice his grip on the steering wheel tighten.

"are you alright, love? you look a bit anxious... do you want to turn back?" you ask, gently taking his hand.

"i'm just really nervous. i don’t want to embarrass you," he admits.

"oh, spencer, i'm sure you won’t," you reassure him, squeezing his hand tightly.

"how can you be so sure, though? i've embarrassed you plenty of times. what makes tonight any different?" he says with a sigh of anxiety.

"when have you ever embarrassed me?" you chuckle, a bit incredulous. he sighs, clearly frustrated.

"that's not the point." he looks at you for a moment, and you catch a glimpse of vulnerability in his eyes. "i just really don’t want to do anything that makes you embarrassed i don’t want you to hate me for it," he says softly. you squeeze his hand again.

"spencer, if you're this scared, maybe we shouldn't go—"

he interrupts, "no, y/n. that’s not an option. yes, i’m scared, but i have to go." he lets out a frustrated huff.

"i'm sorry for snapping. i know it’s no excuse, but i'm just really nervous about embarrassing you. i want to go; i want everyone to know i’m yours." he frowns. you glance in the rearview mirror and see tears forming in his eyes. you quickly squeeze his hand, trying to reassure him.

"it's okay, love. i can only imagine how you're feeling right now. it must feel like there's an immense pressure to be perfect tonight, but i promise you, there's no pressure at all—you’re perfect just as you are." you squeeze his hand gently. "i love you. you’re going to do great." you give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

the rest of the ride was filled with your excitement about spencer meeting everyone and seeing the decorations for the party. donald had warned that it was a costume party, and if anyone showed up without a costume, they’d be drenched in punch. given spencer's limited pop culture knowledge, finding a costume was a challenge.

you had wanted to dress as a couple from a coming-of-age movie like juno, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, or 500 days of summer, but since spencer didn’t know those films, you settled on morticia and gomez addams. at first, he was hesitant, but when he saw you in the morticia dress, he completely changed his mind and agreed.

when you arrived at the venue, nearly 100 cars were parked outside, making spencer a bit anxious. after sharing a few kisses and words of reassurance, you both felt ready to walk in. outside, paparazzi were snapping photos and shouting questions, adding to the whirlwind of excitement.

spencer had one arm around your waist while the other shielded his face from the camera flash. you mirrored his gesture, using one hand to cover your face and clutching your purse with the other.

"y/n! who are you with?"

"who's that?"

"dr. reid? the fbi agent!"

"how long have you two been together?!"

"y/n! look over here!!"

they shouted questions at you, and a few times, spencer turned to respond, but you quickly urged him not to engage. once you finally entered the venue, the loud music filled your ears, the intense scents of colognes and perfumes surrounded you, and the sight of people dancing and chatting captivated your attention.

donald approached with a broad smile, his arm around his wife's waist.

"hey girl! how are you?!" he pulled you into a side hug, and you replied with a quick "good!" he then extended his hand, offering a cup with some kind of alcohol to spencer.

"this your boyfriend you've been talkin’ bout?" he chuckled.

"yeah, this is him!" you playfully pinched spencer's cheek, causing him to blush.

"i'm donald!" he said, extending his hand. spencer shook it firmly, a smile breaking across his face.

"spencer," he replied.

"nice to put a name to a face," donald said, placing a hand on spencer's shoulder. "bathrooms are to your left and straight down, and there’s food scattered everywhere. enjoy!" with that, he joined the crowd.

to spencer’s surprise, he genuinely enjoyed the party. he met numerous celebrities and connected with them as people. he danced with you, drank, and sang, having a wonderful time. you felt the same; it was great to see spencer loosen up. the night was incredible. you caught up with friends, danced, and had a blast, especially with spencer by your side.

everyone adored spencer, often commenting on how cute you two looked together. many said you balanced each other perfectly—spencer’s quiet nature complemented your outgoing personality. as the night went on, you noticed spencer getting tipsy; he began playfully poking your face and sliding his hand down your cheek, giggling in delight.

realizing it was time to head home, you braced yourself for the challenge of navigating past the paparazzi with a tipsy spencer. he kept shouting, "that's my girlfriend! yup!" while laughing, making the escape even trickier. after a bit of dragging, you finally reached the car. since your place was closest to the venue, you decided spencer should stay the night to avoid any potential mess in your car—especially after he threatened to throw up, claiming you were driving too fast.

after some time, you managed to get spencer to fall asleep on your bed. he nestled against your side like a koala clinging to a tree, and you found it absolutely adorable. it didn’t take long for you to drift off as well.

the next morning, you woke up before spencer and felt grateful for it. you seized the opportunity to bring him breakfast, coffee, and an advil, knowing he’d likely wake up with a pounding headache after all the drinking from the night before.

sure enough, he stirred, rubbing his head and sitting up with a groan. "god, how much did i drink last night?" his confused expression was endearing, as always.

"a lot," you chuckled, ruffling his hair. he giggled and swatted your hand away. his eyes landed on the nightstand, and he grinned. "you know me so well." he leaned in to peck your lips, and you shrugged with a smile.

as spencer enjoyed his breakfast, you had your laptop open, scrolling through news articles and photos of the two of you. he was amused by the coverage, making comments like, "they didn’t even get my good side!" and "i look like a bum next to you."

one article was filled with wild speculations about your "mystery man," and it had you and spencer laughing so hard your stomachs began to ache. the article suggested that spencer might be adam brody, charlie heaton, or evan peters. each time you scrolled to reveal another name, spencer would exclaim, "you were seen with who?" his eyes would widen in disbelief, and then he’d burst into giggles, clutching his chest. "i'm terribly hurt, love! how could you do this to me?" he would then collapse onto his back, still laughing.

the two of you spent the rest of the day chuckling over the absurd claims the media had made about spencer. after that night, he felt much less anxious about social events.

authors note | this was supposed to be more of a halloween fic but it didn't really turn out that way. still heres a somewhat halloween fic! this kinda sucks but i'm too lazy to write another one. i hope you guys like it :3

divider credits !!! @steddiecameraroll-graphics

word count | 1.9k

you moved into your apartment complex a few years ago after landing a job as a high school art teacher in virginia. It was a significant upgrade from your previous position, so you happily accepted the offer and relocated. your complex was adjacent to another one, which meant you had neighboring windows and a shared parking garage. who should live right across from you but the infamous dr. spencer reid?

on the night you moved in, you decided to pick up groceries for the morning. as you reached the parking garage, you realized you’d left your keys in your apartment. after a quick trip back, you discovered you’d accidentally locked your car keys inside the vehicle.

“need some help?” a voice called from behind you. you turned to see a 6'0" man with brown hair and glasses. he offered a half-smile and gestured toward your car. “i just— i noticed you were having a bit of trouble.”

“some help would be great,” you replied with an awkward chuckle. he approached, rummaging through his messenger bag before pulling out a bobby pin. with deft movements, he inserted it into your car door lock and, after a moment, successfully unlocked it. he turned to you, grinning. “there you go!”

“thanks!” you say, turning back to him with a wide grin.

“did you just move in? I haven’t seen you around before,” he replies, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “i’m spencer, by the way.” He offers you a half-smile.

“yeah, i just finished moving in today... i’m y/n.” you extend your hand for a handshake, which he happily accepts. “so, what are you doing out this late?” you ask, withdrawing your hand.

“i just got called into a case,” he replies, showing you his fbi badge.

“oh, cool! you’re part of the fbi!” you exclaim, and he nods.

“what do you do there?” you ask, leaning against your car and momentarily forgetting about your groceries. you hardly remember the rest of your conversation from that night, as you both talked until two in the morning about everything and anything. though you weren’t particularly social, spencer’s presence was captivating. you discovered he was genuinely interesting and talked about everything from your favorite movies to your deepest fears.

you hadn’t come to virginia looking to make friends, but meeting spencer changed that.

your friendship with spencer had blossomed into something meaningful, or so you thought. while you saw him as a close friend, spencer's feelings for you were far deeper. he had fallen for you from the moment he met you, captivated by the way your off-the-shoulder top revealed a glimpse of your black bra strap and the way your athletic shorts hugged your perfect ass.

spencer wasn't a particularly social person due to his intense focus on his studies in high school. he was so concentrated on school that he rarely paid attention to anything else, let alone women. his reserved and lack of social nature made him hesitant to approach you, but he knew that if he didn't speak to you now, he never would. so, with a 'now or never' mentality, he struck up a conversation.

after a few months of hanging out at clubs and bars, you and spencer began spending more time at each other's apartments. initially, spencer was hesitant to even sit comfortably on the couch, but with your reassurance, he became more comfortable. perhaps too comfortable.

the first time he stole something from you, he experienced a rush of adrenaline. he didn't know why, but the thrill of doing something he shouldn't was incredibly exciting. it started with innocent things like your hair ties, but eventually, it escalated to something more intimate: stealing your panties.

he had a fascination with stealing your panties, building an extensive collection of various styles. among his favorites were your simple red pair—he always thought you looked stunning in red—along with a sleek black thong. but his all-time favorite was the one adorned with lace around the waistband, featuring a delicate pink bow at the center. he cherished that one for its playful innocence, though he knew all too well the secrets it held.

since your apartments were adjacent, he had a clear view into your bedroom from his bathroom window. before he took that intimate piece of clothing from you, he had witnessed you being intimate with yourself while wearing it. it was late at night, and you had just returned home, your beautiful face showing signs of fatigue from what he assumed was a long day.

the corners of his mouth turned into a disappointed frown once he realized you had left to go shower. he sighed and stepped into his own shower: fantasizing you were taking a shower with him. letting his hand slide down his body just as the water from the shower head did. he eventually found his bright red tip. rubbing his thumb against it and spreading his slick with a moan.

he continued stroking, imagining your hand instead of his. the image of you stroking him instead of himself was enough to make him reach his climax with a low groan escaping his lips. afterward, he took a proper shower and stepped out to dry himself. as he looked out the window, he noticed the sun had set. his gaze wandered to your bedroom, where you had just emerged from the shower. he felt his body heat up as his eyes draped over your body, taking in the sight of you standing there, only in a white lace bra and that damn lace underwear.

he feels embarrassed once he realizes that he's staring. his embarrassment quickly being replaced with arousal after seeing you strip off your intimates. he knew this was wrong and that he should look away but he didn't. he couldn't. as horrible and perverted as he felt staring at you while in such a vulnerable position he couldn't tear his gaze away. nor could he stop his hand from reaching down to grab hold of his once again hard cock.

his interest peaked after seeing you grab a pillow and place it in the middle of your bed. his breath hitched after you straddled the pillow with your thighs. he began stroking himself once you began to grind against the pillow. he felt so weird wishing that he was your pillow at that moment. he felt that was his mind trying to bring him down to earth but it was far too clouded with the sight of you.

the way your hands tightly gripped your bedsheets, your hips thrusting against the heart-patterned pillow, back arched, head thrown forwards, hair tucked behind your right ear giving him the view he craved of your mouth agape and your eyes tightly shut. the only thing that could make this moment better would be the ability to hear your sweet moans.

god, he could only imagine what it would be like to be your pillow. the feel of your soft skin against his. your tits bouncing up and down as you rode him. the feel his dick in your tight cunt. his name falling from your beautiful mouth. all of this was enough for him to make the pit in his stomach tighten.

your hand made its way down to your clit to rub it and that alone was almost enough to make spencer cum but what tipped him over was when you looked over at spencer through your window with a smirk. at first, he was caught off guard and his face went beet red before you started moaning and biting your lip causing him to continue his strokes. he tried his best to hold eye contact but would fail. his eyes closed from the immense pleasure he was feeling.

a few strokes and glances at you later he reached his climax. his seed spilling all over his hand. he didn't stop stroking himself though. he couldn't. not until you reach your orgasm. your thrusts increase in pace making him realize you were close. his hand running up and down his dick trying to match your pace. your head was thrown back and hips thrusting against your pillow once more let spencer know you had reached your peak.

this caused spencer to reach another peak causing even more seed to spill all over his hand.

the next time spencer was at your place he scoured through your underwear drawer searching for that lace intimate. what he did with that innocent piece of clothing he's afraid of admitting. eventually it was brought to light, and you decided to have him show you exactly what he did with it.

authors note | i hate this, i hate this, i hate this!!! i was so excited to right smut because well...duh. and from this i realized i should just stick to fluff i think 😭 like it was fun writing this but my mind goes blank when trying to describe the smexy stuff. i think i'm gonna just post the two other smutty ones i have in my drafts and that'll be in because i hate this so much 😭

divider credits !!! @adornedwithlight

word count | 1.4k

ꨄ everyone always makes him out to be like a player sorta guy but he's genuinely such a sweetie pie (his mother is molly weasley for merlin's sake :(!!!)

ꨄ calls you: my love, lady, pretty girl, woman, darling

ꨄ i've seen everyone say that he loves to show you off and he definitely does

ꨄ introduces you over and over to everyone like "and this is my girlfriend"

ꨄ he has a huge grin on his face while saying it too

ꨄ he's constantly talking about yoy too and he gets so excited when you're mentioned

ꨄ "oh yeah y/n-"

ꨄ "Y/N??? WHERE???"

ꨄ you're his favorite conversation topic

ꨄ there isn't a single person in the castle who doesn't know about you two dating

ꨄ he agrees with everythinggg you say

ꨄ you could literally be like "i hate harry potter" and he would be like "yes! screw harry potter!" (not actually we love you harry <333)

ꨄ you're his comfort person

ꨄ anytime anything upsets him or makes him feel really emotional he immediately makes his way to you

ꨄ that doesn't mean he's fully open about his emotions though

ꨄ he struggles with expressing his emotions but gradually improves with your patience and understanding

ꨄ for example, nearly every time him and george would get into an argument that was particularly hurtful he would come to your dorm

ꨄ he wouldn't say anything he'd just rest his head on your shoulder as you read or laid his head on your lap while you sat in silence

ꨄ also he always knows where you are (thank you, marauders map <3)

ꨄ pranks! pranks! pranks!

ꨄ he loves playing small and harmless pranks on you

ꨄ like enchanting your quill so it floats or replacing all your chocolate frog cards with ones featuring him in crazy poses

ꨄ pda kinggg

ꨄ he loves to put his hand in your back pocket while you're talking to someone or resting his chin on your shoulder

ꨄ like there is nothing he loves more (besides you) than having his hands on you in public

ꨄ it's not even in a sexual way he just finds so much comfort in your presence

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"i wanted you to know that i am ready to go,” he said, referring to the complicated nature of your relationship. you and spencer weren't quite dating but weren’t just friends. you went on dates, had sex, and shared many experiences typical of couples, yet you avoided the labels. this ambiguity frustrated spencer deeply; he wanted to be yours and for you to be his, but you were so hard to figure out for some reason.

he understood your type: skinny tie and a cuff guy. you liked clean, stable men, unlike him. spencer was a mess—always anxious, clingy, and needy—qualities you found undesirable. yet, despite his shortcomings, you gave him everything, which only deepened his confusion. he had experienced other hookups before, but none had made him feel as cared for as you did.

you cared for him deeply, and he couldn’t help but think, ”this isn’t what a hookup is supposed to be” hookups were meant to be quick, somewhat decent encounters. with you, though those supposed quick, decent encounters were the opposite. with you, those intimate moments consisted of heated make-out sessions, slow thrusts, and meaningful love bites. instead of fleeing the morning after, you’d wake him by running your fingers through his hair, gently caressing his cheek, and showering him with soft kisses across his face.

finally, you’d place one last kiss on his lips and whisper, “good morning, pretty boy.”

and don’t even get him started on the dates you went on. you’d invite him out to dinner or to parties, holding his hand the whole time or resting your head on his shoulder while he spoke to others. you dressed nicely, almost as if you were trying to impress him. not that he was complaining; he thought you looked stunning every time. this leads him to wonder, "is she doing this for me?" It felt like you were. during these dates, you seemed genuinely interested in what he was saying, which was rare since most people found his ramblings annoying. it was both strange and frustrating for him.

he finally decided he was done with your on-and-off situationship. you were lounging on the couch with your dog, engrossed in a sappy romcom, when a sudden knock at the front door interrupted you. you paused the movie and glanced back, groaning in annoyance. “ugh, i was just getting to the good part!”

you walked to the door and opened it to find a very distressed-looking spencer reid standing there.

"spencer? what are you doing here?" you gaze at him, a mix of confusion and concern in your eyes. it was a rainy october night, the downpour drenching everything outside.

"y/n... i—i need to talk to you." he looks up, his hair clinging to his forehead from the rain, his clothes soaked through.

"ff course. come in." you open the door wider, allowing him to step inside, then close it securely behind him.

"let me grab you a towel." you move deeper into the house, searching for a dry towel. this felt like a scene straight out of the romcom you’d just been watching, and you weren’t happy about it.

you had known spencer for some time, having met when garcia was shot and they needed someone to temporarily fill her role while she recovered. although you were only there for two to four weeks, you quickly developed feelings for the enigmatic dr. reid. after your introduction to the team, everyone else returned to their tasks, but spencer stayed by your side, guiding you around and helping you familiarize yourself with the environment.

once garcia had fully recovered and your services were no longer needed, you secured a job at a nearby police station, working with their technology. just as you were about to leave, spencer walked into your office.

"hey, um... before you go, i was wondering if i could get your number or something. i think you're cool, and i'd love to stay friends after you leave," he said, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. you couldn't help but giggle at his flustered expression as you handed him a piece of paper with your number.

this marked the beginning of a complicated but beautiful friendship.

while there were rocky moments, you recalled a time when things felt simpler. you used to spend evenings together, watching movies and eating junk food in your pajamas, completely at ease. but everything shifted one night when Spencer confessed everything.

you and spencer were walking along a dimly lit path in the park, and as you shared your passion for metaphors in romance, he couldn't help but admire how stunning you looked in the moonlight. he wanted to tell you just how radiant you appeared, but fear held him back-afraid it might scare you away. yet, his overwhelming desire to express his feelings began to take over.

"i'm sorry to interrupt, but... y/n, i need to tell you something. i like you. i like you a lot. I think you're incredibly beautiful and perfect, and i know you might not feel the same way, but i had to say it. It was painful to keep this inside." he took a long, shaky breath.

you paused, letting his words sink in, rendered speechless. in that moment, the only thing you could think to do was to cup his cheek and lean in, closing the distance between you two with a kiss.

this marked the beginning of a series of romantic encounters that would follow.

now, back to spencer in your home.

you finally found the towel you'd been searching for and walked into the living room, only to see spencer standing on the mat by your door, slightly shivering. you chuckled as you approached him, wrapping the towel around his shoulders. he offered you a quick, warm smile before his expression turned serious.

"i need to talk to you," he said, his voice trembling from the cold rain.

"we should get you warmed up first... i don't want you to catch a cold-" you started, but he interrupted by grabbing your arm, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"no, y/n. i need to talk to you. now." his stern tone caught you off guard and raised your concern.

"okay, let's sit down," you replied, gesturing toward the couch. you moved to the soft red couch that had witnessed so many intimate moments between you two. he followed and took a seat beside you.

"i can't keep doing this, y/n. i like you a lot, and i can't pretend everything's fine anymore."

"what do you mean?" you asked, hoping this conversation wouldn't go where you feared.

"i'm tired of pretending i'm okay with our current situation. i don't want to be casual hookups or just go on dates as friends. i want you to be mine, and i want to be yours. i want you—more than anything— and i'm done pretending i'm fine with what we have."

you realized you were wrong; this conversation was heading exactly where you didn't want it to go.

"spencer, you know i can't. i'm with dominic," you said gently, reaching for his hand. he quickly withdrew it, his eyes searching yours, silently begging you to stop using your boyfriend as an excuse for not being with him.

"stop using dominic as an excuse! we've known each other for so much longer than you've known him! what does he have that i don't? sure, he's polished and organized, and i'm sure he goes and makes breakfast while you walk around naked, which just frustrates me even more because i can do all of that! I can make you breakfast! i have made you breakfast!" he groaned in frustration, clenching his fists.

"spencer, i'm sorry... i truly am, but I'm with dominic, and i like him..." you tried to offer spencer a small, genuine smile, but it came out looking painfully forced.

"no, you don't! i know you. i know you so well, y/n! you don't look at him the way you look at me. you don't hold him the way you hold me, and you don't kiss him the way you kiss me! i know it; every time you're at his place, you're hoping i might just text you so you can leave and come over to mine. i just don't understand why you can't admit it!" he ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

"i just don’t understand why you can’t love me the way i love you," he says softly, his gaze fixed on the ladybug-shaped rug beneath his feet. you follow his eyes to the vibrant red and black pattern.

"it isn’t that simple, spencer…" your voice is barely a whisper. "you don’t see how complicated this is... how complicated I am—"

"then help me understand!" his voice strains, and for a moment, you catch a glimpse of tears in his eyes before he buries his face in his hands.

"i can’t, spencer. it’s not easy—there are parts of me i can’t let you see. they’re dark, and i like you too much to expose you to that. i don’t want you to get scared and run away." you try to explain, but his scoff cuts through your words, followed by a bitter laugh.

"i don't care. i want you. i need you, flaws and all." he sighs, his expression softening. "i bet those parts you see as ugly aren't ugly at all, because every part of you is beautiful." he turns his face toward yours, sincerity shining in his eyes.

"i know what dominic offers that i can’t. he makes you cry. you start callin'; you start crying and i come over. giving you what he can’t." he turns away, the pain evident in his voice.

"i can see that whatever’s happening doesn’t affect you, so i try to act like it doesn’t hurt me either. so i’ll flirt with this new girl, but then i’ll realize i’m not as heartless as you so i'll call if it don’t work."

“you think I’m heartless?” you say, incredulous. this was new territory for you; you weren't used to discussing feelings like an adult. in past relationships, conflict was always resolved through arguments, so that’s what you instinctively resorted to now. you knew spencer didn’t truly mean it when he called you heartless, but with so much swirling in your mind, your immediate reaction was to fight back.

frustrated by your response, spencer snapped, “that’s why we broke up in the first place!”

“we were never even together!” you raised your voice slightly, feeling the tension build. he shook his head in disbelief.

“and don’t act like it’s all my fault! you were with that one girl—remember? it was late-night thursday and you were with your girlfriend!” you crossed your arms defensively, realizing you were grasping at straws. you didn’t know why you brought that up; it wasn’t going to lead anywhere. you were just talking out of frustration.

“you know she’s not my real girlfriend. sure, she got a key to my place, but she’s not my real girlfriend,” he says, scoffing.

“then what is she?” you snap back, sharp and quick.

“i don’t know, and honestly, i don’t care. i only care about what’s happening between us!” he gestures between the two of you. “i know it’s messed up, but i was with her to try to get over you or to make you jealous or something. i don’t even know.”

“i just miss you. i miss when things weren’t complicated. i miss before dominic. i miss the way we were, i miss the sex where you kiss whenever you're through.” he looks into your eyes, and it seems like he’s wishing for the past. you look away, knowing you feel the same.

then he says, “i can admit i was wrong, but would you have listened to you?”

ouch.

tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you meet his gaze. you can’t do this anymore. the guilt and pain eat you, but you refuse to admit you were wrong, even though deep down you know it. stubbornness takes over, and the next words that leave your mouth are meant to hurt him—and they do.

“if you’re so tired of what’s happening between us, maybe it’s best we part ways,” you say, unable to hold back your tears any longer. guilt and concern flicker across his previously stern expression as he grabs your hands and pleads.

“no, y/n. please don’t do this. i need you. i’m so sorry. i love you. i’m sorry for complaining. please, don’t say that. i love you.” he pulls his hands away to cup your face, trying to make you look at him.

“no, we’re done.” you push his hands away, your heart breaking further as the words leave his mouth and tears spill from his eyes.

“so, we’re done? This the real shit?” he asks, struggling to keep his voice steady. you nod and look away. he stands up, dusting off his pants, letting out a long sigh and a quiet, fine.” as he walks toward the door, he turns back to face you.

“before i go, i want you to know i’m the best that you had, and you need to face it.”

“sure,” you reply, turning your attention to tidying the living room and picking up the towel that’s now soaked from spencer.

he walks back over and tries to get you to face him one last time. “i know you said we’re done, but can you at least tell me—are we dating? are we just fuckin'? are we best friends? are we something in between that?” he follows you around the living room as you clean, frustration building at your silence. in a moment of anger, he resorts to saying something hurtful.

“i wish we never fucked, and i mean that.” his words stop you in your tracks, disbelief washing over your face. his expression is unreadable; he’s seeking a reaction from you, though he tells himself he doesn’t care what it is. but when he sees your shock, he realizes that’s not what he wanted. he wanted you to say you loved him back or to take back everything you said, but you just stared at him, speechless.

after a moment, he huffs in frustration, turning toward the door. as he walks away, he mutters, “but not really. you say that nastiest shit in bed, and it's fucking awesome.”

as soon as he shuts the door, you realize you need to go after him—to chase him down and tell him how you feel. but then negative thoughts creep in. what if he doesn’t want me to follow him?

unbeknownst to you, he’s in his car in your driveway, begging and praying to anyone that you’ll come after him.

and all either of you could feel in that moment was your heartbeat.

authors note | guys is this fire 😞 this is like the first ever fic i've written that's over 1k words and i'm not sure how to feel about it. i'm also so scared this is gonna be one of those things where i get super into writing and then eventually i hate the way i write and give up the entire hobby. so far so good though. i think as long as i don't make this seem like a job then i'll be fine.

divider credits !!! @strangergraphics

word count | 2.4k