FIC REQ: can you please do a reid x reader (dating or not,, whatever u like)where the reader is on her period and he just takes care of her n it’s just fluffy n cuttteee cause it’s almost that time of month 4 me n i need this to ease myself lmao
Note: TW: period mentions. also lmao it took me like a week to get the motivation for this, sorry 2 the anon who requested it. p.s. cranberry juice helps with cramps, it’s always worked for me and i highly recommend it
Law and Order: SVU blared on your laptop. You curled further into your couch, clutching your abdomen and groaning over the noise. It was that time of month again, and this time around seemed to be particularly harsh. So, you did what anyone with searing abdominal pain and cramps would do, and spent the day eating ice cream and watching Netflix in your boyfriend’s apartment. You and Spencer have been dating for about a year now, and you spent more time in his apartment than your own.
Your phone buzzed from across the room. You groaned, rolled off the couch, and crawled over to grab it, almost knocking a lamp over in the process. Spencer had just texted you, he’d be home in five minutes. You lay prone on the floor, in too much pain to bother crawling back to the couch. Another round of searing pains hit you, and you curled into a fetal position, clutching your stomach and squeezing your eyes shut. A few minutes later, you heard Spencer’s key turn in the door.
“(Y/N)?” He called, dropping his bags on the floor. You groaned from across the room. Spencer rushed over.
“Holy shit, are you okay?” He bent down to your level, hand touching your shoulder. You rolled over and nodded.
“Cramps.” You groaned, pulling yourself up off the floor. Spencer helped you over to the couch, and you burrowed back into the cushions. Law and Order still played on your laptop.
“Are you watching one of those dumb crime shows? You know those are totally inaccurate. Besides, you’ve got the real deal right here.” Spencer sat down at your feet. You scoffed at him.
“I don’t care if it’s inaccurate, it’s entertaining and distracting me from the pain.” You said stubbornly, propping your feet up on his lap. He began to massage your feet, working his thumbs into your soles. You sighed loudly.
“That feels so nice…” You closed your eyes and leaned back into the couch.
“You know, when you have cramps on your period, it’s actually because your hips are expanding to make room for the uterine tissue that’s being shed. Essentially, you’re going through a mild labor.” He said. You laughed and looked up at him.
“In that case, if you ever get me pregnant, you’re giving me daily foot rubs.” You giggled.
“I have no problem with that,” He stated, grinning widely at you. “Oh, I brought you cranberry juice and chocolate ice cream like you asked.” He got up from the couch to retrieve your supplies from the floor. You watched your boyfriend as he got you a bowl and spoon from the kitchen, a dreamy grin on your face. You sat up as he handed you the bowl, sitting next to you. He reached behind you to grab the blanket over the edge of the couch, and you lifted your arms so he could spread it over your legs.
You leaned into his side and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He pressed a kiss to your forehead as you both leaned back to watch Law and Order.
“I love you, Spencer.” You looked up at him, gazing into the big brown eyes you’d fallen in love with.
“I love you too.” He grinned at you. You’d never get tired of that smile. You curled into his side as the dulcet tones of murder played from your laptop.
“Okay, that’s totally incorrect, real serial killers don’t-” He complained, but you cut him off. You pressed a finger to his lips.
“Shh, just watch. It’s entertaining.” You giggled at him. He huffed dramatically. You laid your head on his shoulder, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
It’s late and I can’t sleep so…here’s something haha. I’ll probably delete it when I wake up and see the tragedy that is my writing. I have the song “Piece by Piece” by Kelly Clarkson stuck in my head so….I might base this late night drabble around it with Dr Spencer Reid thrown in there. I apologize in advance for my errors.
You never forget the sound of your heart breaking for the first time. It isn’t a crack. It’s a stifled sob late at night. It’s the sniffling cries as you lay wide awake in the middle of the night. It’s the loss of nothingness that encompasses your every fibre. White noise.
How could a man who was gifted with the life of a child just walk away? To pack up his life in a suitcase and appear as if you never existed. All you remember is being left behind, the ghost of someone who was once your all. And you were hurting…you were lost and suffocating in feelings you should’ve never experienced at such a young age. You were only a child! What kind of man can do that?
“Y/N? Are you okay?” Spencers voice startled you out of your memories. You glanced up quickly and nodded, mouth pulled taut as you gave a quick reply.
“Yeah, Spencer, I’m fine.” You say as you gather up your belongings. You look at the clock and decide to take your lunch break early, “I’m just going to get lunch.”
You walked away and shuffles towards the elevator. You didn’t notice the shocked reaction the great Doctor was in. He knew something was wrong by how you were acting but his suspicions were concrete when you called him Spencer instead of the usual “Reid” you’d come accustom to.
“Is she okay?” Derek asks cautiously.
“No…I don’t think she is.” Spencer replied as he stood to follow you, “Could you let-”
“Go. I’ll tell the others you both took lunch early.” Derek said as he clapped Spencer on his back.
You waited for the elevator to come as more memories washed over you. You traveled so far to see him and all he did was turn you away. You wanted your father and he didn’t reciprocate those feelings. You were only 6 when he left. You were 11 when he sent you away from his new life.
Your mother had found love and he was a man greater than your Dad…but you didn’t want to see it. So you rebelled and fought against the affection. He picked up piece by piece as your faith in him built. You were slowly beginning to realize a man could be kind and never leave. You pushed and pushed but he held on and when you fell…he was there to catch you. This man showed you what a father should be. What a husband should provide. What a man really is.
You stopped walking and realized you’d gone further than you were suppose to. Instead of lunch you’d managed to find yourself at the entrance of the one place you’d sworn you’d never return to. And a sob broke free. All his apologies in the phone call you’d received this morning just fell flat. He wanted back into your life.
And for the third time in your life you heard the familiar sound of your heart breaking. Then you felt it. A hand with the softest skin. Spencer. “You don’t have to tell me but I’m here Y/N.”
You rocked back and forth before Spencer pulled you in, abandoning his statistics about contact germs. That was the first time abandonment didn’t hurt you and you weren’t used to that. Forgiveness was so hard…and you couldn’t just put away all those years you cried for a man who is no longer your father. That had to be earned.
“He left when I was 6….” You choked out. Spencer held onto you tighter and dipped his head down to kiss the top of yours, “He abandoned everything. Until my mother found Michael and he taught me how a father should be. He taught me how to love and learn. Picked me up off the ground every time without a moments hesitation and then…and then…”
“Breathe Y/N. Take a deep breath and start when you’re ready.” Spencer coos softly as tears stain his shirt. You pulled back without either of you letting go and looked at the place that housed this family you had no clue about. The man who should’ve been your father…being a father to someone else. A husband to someone else. A beacon of light to them, a wet candle to me.
“I make something of myself and now he wants me back?” You say once you get the knot out of your throat, “He’s…their daughter. My…half sister. I have siblings.”
Spencer and the team knew you had issues with your birth father. But you’d never divulged them with the details and they never probed and prodded about it just as you’d wished. Now he was getting a front row seat to your ultimate downfall and and anger rose up in him.
He was the reason for all your self doubt. The reason you felt worthless and expendable to everyone around you. Because of him…you didn’t let people in easily. And it riled Spencer up to a point where he could no longer deny his feelings for you.
“I don’t want anything to do with him…but those kids…I can never be part of their lives. I’ll never see them graduate or get married. They’ll never know how I long to meet them, to guide them and to love them.” You choke out. Just as you say that the door opens and you see him and a girl no older than 15. She laughs, he smiles, she says see you later and he kisses her head.
Your eyes connect and you see the panic in his. That was all the confirmation you needed. That man is capable of being a loving father. Just not for you. You turned away as Spencer stood between you and his line of sight. The man who was once your father looked down and then towards his daughter who had found her way towards you.
“Hi! Can I help you with something?” She says politely. Her voice is soft and it makes you smile. You swipe a tear away and shake your head.
“Oh no sweetie. We’re just going for a walk and I stopped to take in the view.” You say happily. Spencer heard the crack in your voice so he slips his hand into yours.
“The view? I mean, I suppose the neighbors garden is beautiful but everything else is a little….bland.” She says.
You laugh then and smile at her, “Yeah…I guess you’re right.”
She nods and smiles back, “I better get going. Got an education to get to.”
Spencer leads you in the opposite direction. You turn your head back once more to see the man your heart had let go of so long ago….and you nod. He gives you a grateful smile. Then you come back to attention and walk side by side with Spencer.
“So…you okay?” Spencer asks once more.
“Yeah…I’m okay Spencer.” You smile and nod. Your eyes look up to his and he stops you from walking further.
“You know…I’ve net your father and he lives you. That man over there….he missed out on so much. It’s his loss not yours. Do you understand this?”
You nod timidly, “I know.”
Piece by piece your father had you back on your feet. Instead of the memory of one walking away you replaced it with one of a man walking in and seeing an abandoned mess. He never walked away, he never asked for anything, he takes care of you and he loves you. He reminded you how to love and be loved.
And beside you stood another man who had captured and nurtured your heart long before you realized. You looked at Spencer again and noticed his furrowed brow. His brain needed to know what it was you were thinking. Why you were looking at him that way.
-lots of picnics
-weird, obscure indie film premieres
-watching silent films as he makes up dialogue in funny voices
-cuddles. like, constant touching
-a ton of candid photos of you that never get posted anywhere, he just likes looking at you when you’re not around
-convincing you to dress in costume for weird events
-funny-face making contests
-bragging about you to all of his friends
-dates to pet shops, weird restaurants, and any carnival he can find
-spontaneous trips to the desert with a bottle of wine to look at stars
-always having an extra Disneyland sweater in his car for you in case you get cold
-drinking coffee in front of his fireplace in pajamas
-a ton of doodles of you because he just thinks you’re breathtakingly beautiful
-buying you a matching kimono to wear with him to brunch with his family
-pumpkin carving year round
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