Spencer Reid One Shots

Roommates

Genre: fluff, i guess? maybe some angst if you squint.

(Y/N and Spencer are in college but he's aged up so they're both 18. italicized is Spencer's thoughts)

CW: implied roofie (nothing bad happens)

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Our college has coed dorms. Which could be very unfortunate for some girls. However, I somehow was blessed with the beauty of a human that is Spencer Reid. He's a genius, a germaphobe, a bit of a loner but I'm cool with that--you get the idea, just overall a pretty dope kid. I always felt kinda bad whenever I stumbled into our dorm after parties, clearly drunk off my ass but always tried not to wake him up. I usually did though. Oops. We got along pretty well from the start. Despite what people might think about the lanky boy, he's actually quite funny. Ok, well not many people around here would understand his humor. But I do, and I love it. I was able to get him to break out of his shell a little bit, mostly by introducing him to my friends. We were both chemistry majors which is nice. Mostly because when I get stuck he's willing to spend hours explaining until I understand.

"Hey, Spence.", I walked into our room after my lecture. He didn't respond. He just stood there wide-eyed, "Are you....ok?", it wasn't until that moment that my brain processed what I was seeing. Spencer was standing there in just his boxers, not that I thought that was a big deal but, "Oh! I'm sorry--do you want me to um leave? I--"

He still didn't respond, just shrugged in a panic, "I'm sorry! I'll leave!", I called back as I closed the door behind me.

"Y/N, you can come back in now.", he cracked the door open behind me. Honestly, I didn't even realize I was still standing there.

"I'm really sorry, Spence."

"It's ok. Could've been worse."

I giggled at what he was implying while leaning against my bunk, "Well, we should probably go grocery shopping because I don't know if I can handle more dining hall food."

"Yeah, ok."

"Can I borrow a sweater?", he nodded turning towards his dresser to get one. Not necessary, as I had already taken the one that was laying on his bed.

"Why would you wear that one? It smells like me.", he laughed.

"Yeah, that's why I want it.", poor thing is so clueless.

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I was disoriented. Not like drunk. Well, yes I was drunk. But it was something more than that. My legs felt wobbly. My vision felt blurry. I could barely keep my eyes open. Something just felt...wrong. So, I did the only thing that seemed to make sense.

"Hello?", he sounded tired.

"Sp--Spencer?"

"Y/N, are you ok?", Spencer sat up more on the other line. It wasn't rare for Y/N to call him when she was out but he always worried when she did.

"I--I don't...think so.", he could hear her words were coming out slurred and in between heavy breaths.

"What do you mean?", he tried not to sound panicked, not wanting to worry her more.

"I think....I think someone might've--slipped something into my drink."

"Can you walk?"

"I-I don't know!"

"Hey, don't panic, ok?"

"Yeah--yeah...ok."

"Do you know where you are?"