Summary: The reader is dating Luke Alvez but has recently been hooking up with Spencer Reid.
Y/N - Your Name
Y/F/N - Your Friend’s Name
Warnings: slight panic attack, cheating.
Word Count: 1435
AN: Hey guys! I know I have like three requests to do and another chapter to Camo but I managed to do this in my spare time between finals. Tomorrow is the last day, so I’ll be updating much sooner than I have been!
You hadn’t planned for this to happen. Really, you hadn’t. You weren’t the type of girl to sneak around. Luke was such a sweet boyfriend to you and was honestly was everything you could ever want.
Except there was a slight problem, Spencer. The two of you had been close friends since you started working at the BAU but he never seemed interested to be more. So eventually once Luke became your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but still be curious about Spencer.
The flirting started out subtle. Accidentally brushing his leg, sending goofy barely clothed snapchats, and always adding snarky comments on to entice him.
It was fun until the two of you ended up alone in the elevator. You had no idea that he would actually act on what you had been doing, truly you believed he was too dumbfounded to notice. Those fifteen seconds proved you to be very very wrong.
As you stepped into the elevator you couldn’t help but feel awkward. You flashed a smile as the doors were closing just to be friendly but before you could say a word Spencer had backed you into the hand railing.
“Wanna explain yourself Y/N? Because to me, you’re just playing with fire.” Spencer gave you a slight smirk before leaning in just close enough that you could feel his breath on your neck.
“I don’t know what you mean?” Playing dumb wasn’t your strong suit, but fuck it.
Spencer let out a laugh and laced his hand up your arm and onto your shoulder, just light enough to give you goosebumps,“What was that?”
“K-kiss me Spence.” you mumbled under your breath.
Once his lips connected with yours, that was it.
Although it was only one kiss that day, it had started a forest fire. As much as you knew you should stop, you only wanted more.
The nights you went out with your friends had been ending at Spencer’s place. Except it wasn’t always sex that you wanted, sometimes all you wanted was to be around him.
Luke had made a habit of coming over before work with breakfast around sevenish, so sneaking in at six became the new normal. Except today you managed to slip up.
You shot up in bed once Spencer’s alarm had began to go off. 6:45 a.m. Oh fuck. You usually would set your alarm a couple hours before his went off, but you had completely forgotten your phone at home last night.
“Y/N? What’s going on?” Spencer rubbed his eyes trying to regain some strength and placed his hand on your shoulder.
“I forgot I didn’t have my phone so I completely slept in and now Luke is going to be there without me. I’m screwed.”
“Baby stop, stop. It’ll be okay, just say you stayed at Y/F/N’s house. He won’t know the difference.”
You nodded thinking that could possibly work as you were putting on your clothes that were scattered on the floor.
As you were getting ready to leave you stopped and sighed, “I’m sorry I’m so complicated Spence.”
Spencer shook his head and walked towards you, “You are not complicated Y/N. The circumstances are just hard. I’m the moon, he’s your sun.”
Once you pulled into the driveway you saw Luke’s truck parked in front of your garage. You were so scared this wasn’t going to work.
As you opened the door you could feel your heart in the pit of your stomach. Luke was sitting at the kitchen table with a bag that could only be donuts when you walked in. It didn’t look like he had been there that long but you couldn’t tell.
Once you made eye contact he budged a little in the chair, “Could we talk Y/N?”
You nodded as you walked toward the seat across from him and sat down, “I’m sorry about last night. It was late so I just crashed at Y/F/N’s house.”
Luke rolled his eyes at your comments and slid your phone across the table. “Wanna go ahead and read those texts from last night?“
Spencer Reid: 1:30 a.m
“Are you coming over?”
Spencer Reid: 1:45 a.m
Spencer Reid: 1:50 a.m
“Just text me when you can so I know you’re okay..”
You couldn’t breathe. Luke knew about you and Spencer and nothing could have prepared you for this moment. You looked up at Luke and couldn’t form the words to apologize.
Once a few seconds passed you started to open your mouth when Luke shook his head as if whatever you had to say meant nothing, “Don’t Y/N.”
“Luke.. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen I swear.” you choked out.
Luke laughed and stood up from the table to grab his glass of orange juice, throwing it full speed at the wall and shattering into hundreds of pieces, “How long has it been going on?”
You shook your head and wiped the tears that had escaped down your cheeks. This was the first time Luke had been angry at you, which consequently made you feel like 100 degrees sitting there.
“Not gonna tell me? That’s okay. I’ll just ask your good friend Spencer.” Luke reached for your cell phone off the table.
“Stop Luke, please. Leave him out of this.” your tears had turned into heavy sobs by this point and there was no use trying to calm down. This was a nightmare.
You could barely hear Luke interrogating Spencer about the two of you over your crying. Without realizing your breathing had become hard and catching your breath felt nearly impossible while Luke was still going off.
Once Luke hung up the room was silent for a few seconds until you heard a quiet “we’re done” out of Luke’s mouth and heard him walk out.
It wasn’t five minutes that you were alone before Spencer was in your driveway.
Luke had managed to leave your front door wide open which let Spencer walk right in. Frantically he looked around the front of the house for you, “Y/N?”
A few seconds later Spencer stuck his head into the kitchen and saw you sitting at the table. You had put your head on your lap trying to catch your breath to calm down but were failing miserably.
The second Spencer saw you he ran in front of you crouching down,“Hey hey hey.. baby look at me.”
You gripped Spencer’s hand that was placed on your knee and looked up at him. Spencer quickly noticed how sweaty your palms were and diagnosed your breathing patterns.
“You’re hyperventilating, match my breaths, okay?”
You nodded and took a deep breath once he had. Five seconds inhaling, holding it for a couple, and slowly exhaling for seven. Spencer repeated this process with you until you felt your heart stop racing.
After about five minutes you were able to sit up and breath normally but Spencer was still eyeballing you unsure of your state.
As you wiped your eyes you realized your makeup from the previous night had run down your face. You must’ve looked like a clown, and let Spencer see you like this? Great.
“I’m sorry about all of this. Especially the part where I look like Bobo the clown.”
He shook his head at your comment not finding any humor in it, “You don’t need to apologize for anything but you do not look like a clown, you’ll always be so beautiful to me Y/N.”
You sniffled at that, “If that’s true, why didn’t you show any interest when I did? I wouldn’t have gotten tangled up with Luke. I just wanted you.”
“I just.. I didn’t want to mess anything up. I’m sorry I took too long realizing you were what I wanted.” Spencer looked down at your floor hoping you’d say it wasn’t too late or that you’d give him another shot.
You sighed and nodded, “So what do we do? Or, what do you want to do? About us, I mean.”
“I want you Y/N. I truly do. That is if you could give me a chance to be your only man. I can’t sneak around anymore.”
You shook your head, “Luke and I are over for good Spence. You don’t have to worry about that, but about what you said earlier about being my moon? You’ll always be both my sun and moon.”
Spencer took your hands in his and smiled, knowing this was all he’d been wanting for months. Both of your smiles radiated as he placed your lips on his.
This was the face you woke up to; the dewy-eyed relief of Dr. Spencer
Reid. You felt like cotton balls had taken over your brain matter, but
you were no longer in pain.
“Hi,” You said, sleepily. “What
time is it?” You tried to sit up, but your body was so heavy. Spencer
reached down and grabbed your right hand, sliding the remote for the
bed’s hydraulic unit into your palm. Once you were nearly vertical, you
took in the pathetic hospital room you had been granted.
“It’s nearly 6,” Spencer answered. “In the morning.”
“What a day, huh?” You tried to laugh, but your chest was bandaged. You rubbed your chest as the pain dulled, slightly.
have some bruising on your sternum, so that is why your chest is
tender.” Spencer started to recite your chart. But you interrupted
because that line was too good to leave there.
“But Sir-sir, I
thought my chest was already tender.” You hummed at your self-amusement; drugs are nice.
He rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue in his cheek at your raunchy
“Yes, mon cher, it most definitely is.” Spencer sat down in
the metal framed chair beside your bed. His face was serious now. “We
have your aunt and Kurt Hansen, the bellhop, in custody.”
“And Michelle?” You asked, voice slightly hitching in alarm.
“She attacked Morgan and Prentiss had to stop her. I’m sorry, Y/N, but she’s dead.” Spencer rubbed along your forearm.
good riddance,” You mumbled. You knew you should feel guilty about her
death, but it just wasn’t coming to you. Not after all this.
was found with the murder weapon, Y/N,” Spencer continued. “It looks
like she was the one who killed your dad. Miriam was probably the
mastermind, but Michelle was the one.”
You yawned into your left
hand, allowing all the information in. The past few days were a
fairy tale in the earliest use of the phrase, dripping with viscous monsters and a speckle of unexpected romance. The surrealism
of it was hitting you now. “Spencer, will you stay with me? I know I
don’t deserve it, but will you be here when I wake up?”
his brown eyes drowning in concern. “Of course, of course.” He bent over
the railing on the side of your bed and kissed you goodnight. He sat back into his seat, pulling a tattered book from his satchel. You couldn’t read the title, but he did appear to be using an old scratch off as a bookmark. You smiled as the gentle hum of machines and the drips of their drugs whisked you away.
Hey, I oughtta leave young thing alone But ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone Only darkness every day
semester in Greece was a whirlwind. You had never been so possessed by
your studies as you were walking the foothills and shoreline paths. The
scenery was beyond all of your childhood fantasies. It wasn’t until your
third week in Athens that you realized you had missed four phone dates
with Spencer. Your stomach pitched as you realized how you would have felt if he had done that to you. How hadn’t you known how long you had been gone? What had you done?
You immediately left the cafe where you and your small
group were eating lunch. You found a tourist cart and bought a postcard. The
rushed apology and quick small talk about his holidays were a weak
attempt at atonement. It didn’t matter anyway; Spencer had moved and would
never receive the letter.