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a-reidtastic-day · 2 years

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AT ASS O’CLOCK.

pairing(s): spencer reid/reader word count: 808 tags & warnings: pov spencer reid, established relationship, domestic fluff, implied sexual content (more like bantering), affectionate!reader, no pronouns, no y/n interativefics: n/a a/n: i imagined them both being in college here, but live apart. however, you can probably slip this into any timeline you want.

Incessant knocking pulls Spencer out of his restless sleep, but it’s not until he recognizes your voice that he forces himself out of bed. The trouble with living in separate places was that, although you were obviously given a key, you wouldn’t always carry it around with you. He never fully understood why that was, and there was always something else that preoccupied his thoughts, so he never got the chance to ask. So now, as he swings the door open to let you in, he barely registers the wolf whistle you direct at him.

“Why didn’t you tell me you sleep in the nude, Spence? Now that was just cruel to hide from me.”

He feels your cold hands against his heated skin with a sudden flinch and immediately pulls your hands away from his bare chest.

“Warm your hands before you touch me. — And I am not naked.” He gestures vaguely towards his covered crotch.

“I can practically see your dick through your briefs, baby. You might as well be naked.”

You get on your tippy toes and kiss him with the kind of fervor he isn’t fully awake to appreciate yet. And as much as he wants to appreciate it, he’s far too exhausted to do anything about it.

“No— Come on, just come sleep with me.”

His eyes closed sometime in the last two sentences, so he doesn’t see your pouting, but he knows it’s there—just like he knows you’re not really horny. You’re giddy and affectionate, and frankly, way too cheerful for ass o’clock at night. But he won’t hold it against you. At least, as long as you don’t keep him up for longer than necessary.

Some part of that train of thought must’ve spilled out of his mouth, if your giggling is anything to go by. He sighs and lets his eidetic memory of his floorplan guide them back to the bedroom. He didn’t even bother to turn on any of the lights coming out. Thank God.

“Spence, baby, curly fries—”

He tries not to snort, but the corner of his lips flicker upwards anyway.

“Okay, I know you’re not drunk. So you have zero excuse for that nickname.”

“Aww, but I love your curls.” As emphasis, you then proceed to ruffle his unruly locks.

“I know, sweetheart.” He can’t help his widening smile.

You make some sort of sound of affirmation, or something simply to tell him that you’re still wide awake and full of energy. Spencer sighs as he opens his eyes long enough to guide you into bed. The fact that you’re not letting go of his right arm—hugging it with the force of an elephant—pulls him out of his half-asleep state just that bit more.

“Come on. We can cuddle the day away tomorrow.” He pauses and thinks better of that. “Noon, at the latest. I still have to finish a project.”

“Good. I’m gonna annoy you all damn day.”

“Like you’re doing right now?” He says with a small smirk.

You gasp, faux offense etching your features clear as day even in the dark.

“You take that back. I am a delight.”

“Oh, I’m sure you are.” He pulls his sheets over the both of you. “Only when you’re clingy, and even that’s generous.”

You playfully smack him against his chest, which elicits chuckles out of him then you—after a less-than-valiant attempt at keeping it in, of course. He’ll give you a bit of credit.

He holds you in the dark, under the covers and the shine coming through the window. He’s perfectly warm and content precisely where he is. And he’s falling back asleep, mere moments away from total darkness, when he catches you whispering.

“I’m not clingy.” You say the word like it’s something bad—something to be ashamed of, but it never is. Not to him.

He sighs inwardly. Even this far gone, he can tell you’re genuinely worried. There’s a very thin line between your highs and lows and normal moods, and there usually aren’t strict rules regarding what would take you off those highs. You’ve both just been playing it by ear all this time.

“You’re affectionate, and I love it. I love knowing you’re so happy and feel safe enough to touch me when you do; that you seek me out.”

You huff out petulantly and he knows you’re okay. Sometimes being blunt about his feelings is the best way to reassure you and he’s okay with the things you do. More than, really. It’s no secret that he feels just as safe to share whatever is on his mind with you. You seem to lap it up like your absolute favorite food, and he’s beyond grateful.

Spencer feels the warmth of your lips against his temple and it lingers. He melts in your embrace like all the times before this.

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a-reidtastic-day · 2 years

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TOGETHER, WE PART.

pairing(s): spencer reid/reader word count: 1,268 tags & warnings: pov spencer reid, established relationship, domestic fluff, mention of nightmares, cooking/food, bau!reader (another unit), british!reader (optional), no pronouns, no y/n interativefics: n/a a/n: if you’re wondering why they’re in different bau units… that’s because in real life, there are 5 behavioral analysis units, each with their own specialties. and if you’re wondering why the reader’s speech was sort of british, it’s because i'm re-watching the show elementary and i adopt personalities and speech styles like i breathe air.

The phone rang out in its familiar tune. At this point, he was certain that his brain immediately pictured a crime scene, any one of them, whenever he heard it. It didn’t make waking up any less difficult, though.

“Reid,” his voice was hoarse from sleep. He hasn’t seen the time yet, but he could only imagine that he was only capable of less than a handful of hours.

“Rise and shine, boy wonder. The team’s heading out to Memphis, Ohio in T-minus forty minutes. Briefing on the jet.”

Mumbling out his confirmation, he forced himself to sit up and throw his legs over the edge of the bed. It took him a hot second to realize that the other side of the bed was empty. From a quick feel of the sheets, you’d been awake for some time already.

Fearing the worst, he rushed out of the bedroom, only to be attacked by the smell of turkey ham and eggs. It was an odd thing to smell at any other time, but considering the fact that it was indeed early morning, he supposed the weirder issue was you cooking before sunrise.

“Sweetheart?” He inquired as he rubbed his eyes properly.

“In the kitchen, honey!”

“Yeah, I got that.” He stepped into their humble kitchen, being less than happy about the bright lights, but relieved to see you. “Were you cooking for yourself or?”

As soon as he looked at the counter, he noticed the pretty two-tiered lunch box you got a bit ago. They were really good for travel; maintaining the temperature of the food for hours. Not only that, there were two matching tumblers with their respective initials.

“Wait, were you called in, too?”

“Oh no, I wasn’t.” You turned around just to kiss him on the cheek. Apparently you were awake long enough to not only prepare an entire breakfast, but shower as well. “This was just for our regularly scheduled breakfast—as much as that’s possible—but I heard your phone go off and pulled out the lunch box.”

The pleasant ding! of the coffee maker captured his attention. It was then, as if by magic, that you had filled the tumblers with the beautifully-made coffee and placed the food in the respective containers. Spencer watched in silent awe as you put the final touches on this impromptu lunch box. You even managed to find the time to cut up kiwis and apples, and sprinkled in some blueberries while you were at it.

As soon as he heard the soft click of the containers closing, you looked at him with a pleasant smile. Not that all your smiles weren’t pleasant, but this one felt particularly nice in his less than rested state.

“Toast, bagel or English muffin?”

Spencer had to physically shake himself out of a trance before he could mutter ‘English muffin,’ to which you immediately cut in half and placed in the toaster oven.

“Well don’t just stand there. Get your clothes on, silly.”

Wide-eyed and wonderous, he cracked a smile. “I am rarely ever called that, you know.”

You poured out a mug of coffee with copious amounts of sugar, drank some of it then offered it to him.

“Oh dear, I am quite aware. Yet here you are, standing in the kitchen in your birthday suit at four in the morning.” Your eyes were filled with mirth. “Would you classify that as anything but silly?”

Like the dumbass he was, he looked down to find that he was indeed naked and soaking up all the heat the kitchen had acquired in the last ten minutes. “I’ll be right back.”

The very moment he returned fully dressed with his go-bag in hand, you had just gotten off the phone.

“It turns out, I’m being called away as well.”

“Is it in Memphis?” He asked without even trying to hide his hopeful expression.

“I’m afraid not, dear. I’ll be all the way in the Lone Star state.” You reached for him for a tight hug and a kiss; one that he was eager to deepen before you pulled away. “Hopefully, it won’t be too long.” You patted him on the chest before giving him his messenger bag—now littered with enamel pins you had gotten for him—the lunch box and the tumbler.

“What about you? You haven’t eaten yet.”

“I toasted myself a bagel. I’ll be alright.”

“No. Sweetheart, take this instead. You need to eat.”

“Honey, I made that for you and you will eat it. Now, let’s get going or we’ll be late and we will never hear the end of it from either one of our units.” You cheerily bit into what looked like an everything bagel while slinging your own go-bag over your shoulder.

Upon arrival, both of your units were waiting for you to board. Most everyone was clearly exhausted and only just got their hands on some coffee. Spencer was just lucky to have someone make him some this morning.

“What a coincidence,” Derek called out to you with a smirk. “Are we heading to the same place?”

“Hello, Morgan.” You smiled pleasantly, and it was very obvious that you were more awake than anyone here combined. “No, unfortunately, we are traveling further south.”

“Florida?”

“Hey,” one of your teammates, Clarke, called out to you with a brief pat on the shoulder. “We gotta go now. You’ll probably see your partner again in two days tops if Kinsley’s hunch is right.”

“It always is!” Kinsley called out from further away.

“Might I remind you of our case in New York last month?!” Clarke rebutted.

You took a deep breath and turned towards Spencer. “Insufferable, that lot.”

“Yeah, I don’t know how you deal with them.”

You laughed softly before standing on your tippy toes to meet his lips more leveled. It was one of your cutest gestures, which made him love your height difference even more.

“Hey, lovebirds!” Emily popped her head out of the aircraft door. “If you haven’t noticed, we’re boarding, too!”

Spencer pressed one last kiss to your lips then rushed to board.

“Your partner saw you off and packed you a lunch box, too? I’m jealous.” Derek noted with a teasing smile.

“It was already in the works when I woke up.” He took more sips from his coffee when JJ handed him a copy of the case file. “There wasn’t enough for the two of us, though.”

That little tidbit didn’t seem to fit if it was really for their breakfast together that morning. It finally hit him then that he never asked you why you were awake so early. You didn't receive a call to come in until after the food was all cooked and packed.

Spencer quickly pulled his phone out to text you.

SENT: Were you going to tell me about your nightmare?

RECEIVED: I assure you, it was nothing to concern yourself with.

SENT: Please, sweetheart. I promise it isn’t a burden.

RECEIVED: I know. The same goes for you, honey.

Chatter filled the cabin easily. Derek and Emily were already throwing out theories and David was telling Aaron that they had to check with the previous victim’s family as well. JJ and Penelope were clarifying names and locations. Spencer? He was far more preoccupied with you.

RECEIVED: We can talk about it when we get home.

SENT: Thank you. And I love you.

RECEIVED: I love you, too, my angel.

“Reid, what do you think?” JJ turned to ask him and immediately, several eyes rested upon him.

Spencer quickly read through the first page, slightly embarrassed but overall relieved.