Spencer Reid Oneshots

It Can Wait Till Morning

Summary: Derek realizes that Spencer and Reader won't confess their love to each other, so he puts them in a situation where they'll be forced to.

Category: pure, tooth rotting fluff SpencerxGN!reader

Content Warnings: kissing, swearing

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: I wrote this for imaginingnthemargin's  June/July "only one bed" challenge and I wrote most of it in a frenzy because I procrastinated it until the last minute. But it's done now!

Derek Morgan was the world's worst and best friend anyone could ask for. He'd move heaven and earth for you. He'd kill for you, die for you. He'd do everything in his power to make you happy. And sometimes that made me want to rip his head off.

It wasn't that I wasn't grateful for him trying to help me out. I was, really. I loved him to bits, and I knew he was doing what he thought was best for me, but he could not have been more conspicuous about it. He was not known for being very tactful.

So when I heard the words "I'm not sleeping with Reid," I froze. I knew exactly what was about to happen. "Y/L/N, why don't you do everyone a favor and take Pretty Boy here off our hands?" were the next words to come out of his mouth.

If I could send laser beams from my eyes, Derek would have been burnt to a crisp. Conversely, the shy voice across from us was soft and sweet, like a bird's morning song. It made my glare soften just a little.

"I mean, I don't mind," Spencer said bashfully. I turned to see a faint blush playing on his cheeks. "Only if you don't mind, of course. I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."

All I could muster up was a short "okay."

~

Shortly before we went up to our rooms for the night, I pulled Derek aside. I wasn't sure if I planned to yell at him or thank him yet, but I'd figure it out when I opened my mouth.

"What the hell was that for?" I whisper-yelled, opting for the first option.

Derek crossed his arms and leaned against the wall with an amused smile on his face. I wanted to punch that smug little smile off his face.

"You're welcome," he laughed, earning himself a slight shove in the chest. "Come on! You and the kid have been making googly eyes at each other for months. Someone had to make a move, and it wasn't going to be either of you."

"That is not true," I countered, making a point not to cross my arms, knowing that Derek would see through my lie. "We're just really good friends. That's all. And even if I did like him - which I don't - there's no way he'd be interested in me."

I began to walk away, but his voice stopped me.

"Whatever you say, Hot Stuff."

I just huffed and kept going.

~

In our shared room, Spencer was pacing back and forth, running his hands through his hair. He was mumbling something to himself as he walked. My presence startled him out of his thoughts, and he jumped back in surprise.

"Sorry," I almost whispered. "I didn't mean to scare you."

Spencer let out a small chuckle and gestured to the reason for his anxiety. My head whipped over to follow his view, and I felt a pit form in my stomach.

"There's only one bed," he announced.

"Of course there is," I groaned. Derek was so in for it. "Spencer?"