#sarasstuff

Summary: Seven times you show Spencer you love him, and the one time you finally tell him.

Pairings: Spencer Reid x gn!Reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings & Content: no warnings, just pining... so much pining. And enough marshmallow fluff to drown in.

It’s the first thing Spencer notices when he walks in.

A donut sitting on his desk. More specifically, a chocolate frosted donut with rainbow sprinkles. His favorite.

He immediately begins to scan the bullpen in search of whoever this donut fairy godparent might be. Derek and Emily sit a few desks over, lost in their own conversation and laughing at one another with devilish grins. Not them. Next he sees JJ handing Rossi a stack of files before heading towards Hotch’s office. Not them either. Then Spencer spots Hotch, seated at his desk with the same stoic expression he always wears. Definitely not him. He’s about to land on the one remaining, logical conclusion, Penelope, when she saunters right up to him.

“What, you didn’t bring enough to share with the class?” she asks with a pointed pout, glaring at Spencer’s donut.

Not her, I guess.

“You didn’t give me this?” Spencers asks, despite the fact that he’s already gathered enough evidence to determine that she, in fact, did not bring him this donut.

Penelope’s face lights up at those five little words. “Ooh,” she coos. “I bet I know who did.”

Spencer blinks at her, waiting for her to explain the sudden appearance of this donut that may as well have fallen from the sky.

She stares at him for a moment, clearly hoping he’ll catch on. No such luck. “Y/N, you doofus,” Penelope mock-whispers, much too loudly for Spencer’s liking.

“What?” His head swivels around, his eyes widening as he searches the room. He finds you at your desk on the other side of the bullpen. You must have snuck in. There’s no way he would have missed you.

It doesn’t make sense. Penelope is way off. That’s the only explanation. You’ve only been on the team for a few weeks, why on earth would you be giving him a donut? Just him?

Spencer would understand if you had brought them in for the whole team. Hell, he’d seen you bring in coffee for everyone just last week. It’s just what you do, apparently. It’s one of the many things about you that he has found himself oddly smitten by. You just seem to radiate joy and warmth. He doesn’t know how to explain it, how a human can even have that kind of aura, but you do. He just knows.

None of that explains the donut in his hand. The one that he has yet to even bite into, despite the fact that he desperately wants to.

Penelope seems to realize that you’re approaching the two of them before Spencer does. She throws a wink his way before turning on her heels and scurrying towards Derek. Spencer’s left alone, staring at you like a fool, still holding the damn donut.

“Did I get it wrong?” you ask.

Prompts: “I can’t do anything right.” // “Do you even still love me?”

Pairings: Derek Morgan x gn!Reader

Word Count: 577

Warnings & Content: no warnings, just some fluff & comfort

A/N: Thanks for the request @ezioauditore8880 I hope I did it justice! <3

The rhythmic droning of beeps coming from beside you was the first thing that you became aware of. The next was the lights―fluorescent, flickering, altogether much too bright. You blinked a few times in a desperate attempt to clear the fuzziness that lingered in your periphery, but everything felt too heavy, too unsure.

A hospital. You had somehow ended up in a hospital. The last moments before the darkness flashed through your head―an abandoned basement, the sound of your teammates screaming, a sudden explosion, and then nothing. Tears stung your eyes and you squeezed them shut. No sooner did one slip out than a warm, slightly calloused thumb reached out and wiped it away. You opened your eyes again, the figure beside you slowly coming into focus―Derek.

Summary: Even the Badass Unit needs a hug sometimes.

Pairings: platonic!BAU x gender-neutral!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: literally nothing, just comfort and fluff

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You had made it your mission from the very beginning to discover the team’s love languages- their little comforts, their calm in the storm. People need people after all- someone to pick them up when things get bad, to help them carry on through it all.

*

Penelope’s had been easy.

The first time you met her she had enveloped you in the warmest bone crushing hug. You knew instantly that that would be the first of many hugs the two of you would share. She wore her heart on her sleeve, and it was clear to see when she needed an embrace- be it physical or otherwise.

During difficult cases, when you could hear her voice crack over the phone or see her start to get overwhelmed, you knew a hug was in order the moment you got back. Sometimes you would stumble upon something sparkly or rainbow in whatever town you were in that simply screamed Penelope and you would just have to bring it home for her. It was a simple gesture, but she always treated each and every gift like you were handing her solid gold. All of the hugs you shared were as much for you as they were for her.

*

Derek’s was nuanced.

It was inside jokes and knowing glances. It was looking out for one another, an unsaid understanding. It was there in the times you would joke around together, him throwing you over his shoulder while you shrieked gleefully. Other times, it was there in the quiet, in the moments of vulnerability. It had been difficult to get there at first, to break down those walls, but you had waited patiently.

There was something there, a pull that you felt towards him. He was such a strong, comforting presence. There was an immediate safeness in being in his orbit, and you were thankful that you had the privilege to know him. You found yourself sharing things with him that you had not dared tell anyone, and he had opened up to you in return. That, tempered with your easy, natural interactions, made you both lean on one another instinctually.

*

Rossi’s was seen in action, in time spent together.

There was no use in getting him gifts- he had no need for material objects. He was a man of taste and means and you knew that anything tangible you could give him would be appreciated, but wholly unnecessary. Instead, you noticed the joy he took in the moments you all shared with one another. They were moments that none of you took for granted. You all knew how quickly they could be taken away.

Whether it was a night out at a bar or a quiet evening in learning how to cook one of his classic dishes, there was a healing quality to your gatherings. You benefited as much as he did, and you made sure to make a point to reach out to him- especially when he went silent. That was when he needed it the most. It was simple: a knock on his office door, a quirk of the eyebrow, a raise of a glass.

*

Emily was a tough one to crack.

Summary: Someone in the theater won't stop correcting the scientific inaccuracies in the film you're watching. And you? You can't stop laughing at them. So much so that your friends eventually kick you out of the theater. 

Guess who else has been exiled?

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: nope, just like 2 (?) swears

A/N: apparently all I am good for is writing ridiculously stupid fluffy meet-cutes. big sorry, idk man (bonus points if you know what movie this is)

What even was this movie?

You once again rued the fact that you had agreed to go with Connor and Ryan. Another weird sci-fi disaster movie, another Saturday night spent being a third wheel. No matter how much you loved the two of them, it would never be fun to be the third on what clearly looked like a goddamn date. You had hoped the movie would be distracting enough, but it just wasn’t your thing. At all. You were probably biased, but it just- ugh. Not into it.

“This doesn’t make sense.”

“Sh!”

The whispers came from a few rows behind you, and you couldn’t help but laugh. They were right- it didn’t make sense. What were they even doing? Something with a nuclear bomb- that was as far as you could understand.

“10,000 nuclear weapons? That’s a vast underestimation.”

“Sh!”

Holy shit. Your friends had rolled their eyes at the comments, but come on man. It was hysterical. You tried to hold back your laughter, ending up snorting loudly. That earned you a glare from the other people around you.

Despite your best efforts to focus on the movie, you just couldn’t. It had come out almost two decades ago- why were you watching it now? You should have been more insistent on picking the movie. Or maybe you should have just stayed home and watched HGTV with your cat.

“There’s no asteroid as large as Texas in the solar system- the largest is only 560 miles across.”

“It’s a movie.”

This guy would not stop. You let out another loud laugh which turned into stifled giggles as Connor elbowed you in the side. The woman on the other side of you turned to scowl and you almost lost it again. This could not be real.

Compose yourself, compose yourself. You took a deep breath, leaning forward in the seat. If you could just get yourself to stare at the screen, you’d have to get into it eventually. Right?

Wrong. You were lost. It was too late for you.

“That’s just a real Space Shuttle, that’s not the X-71.”

“Come on, man!”

You had caught that error at least. Unfortunately you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at that one either. Whoever this guy was, he had a point. And it was hilarious. The hilarity of the commentary from behind you combined with the disapproving glares flying around the theater? Priceless. You might actually pee your pants.

“That’s impossible. The bomb would have to detonate with the same amount of energy as the sun.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

The whispers turned into hushed hisses, the two voices apparently arguing with one another.

That was it. You were done.