A collection of short, fluffy one shots to give you that warm fuzzy feeling! These include smut, fluff, and some very light angst. You can also find my fics on Ao3 and Tumblr, where I usually write.
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Word Count: .7k
Category: Fluff. Pure fluff, maybe too much!
Pairing: Spencer Reid/Reader
CW: Brief feelings of fear
Summary: Reader wakes up in the middle of the night to her husband, Spencer Reid, putting socks on her cold feet.
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It had been a rough case, really rough. Meaning as soon as my husband and I had gotten home, it would be us going through our shared bedtime routine, and promptly falling asleep.
I knew Spence, and I knew he wasn't planning on talking to me about what was swarming in that head tonight. I knew the best thing I could do for him was to be there, lying close to him in our bed. He needed to feel someone, even if it just meant entwining our pinky fingers all night long, he needed to feel grounded. As always, I was happy to do this for him. So I shut my eyes, happy with his scent of coffee grounds and vanilla, the warmth of his back pressed against my chest, and even more content with our comforting silence. Sooner than I had expected, I was fast asleep.
I couldn't be sure of how long I'd been asleep, but I remember being woken up to the soft buzz of his noise machine, the chilly breeze of our open window, and the feeling of our oversized comforter being carefully slid off my feet. By instinct, my heart doubled in pace, a heavy pit forming in my lower stomach. Fuck.
I knew better than to alert this person of the fact I had woken up, so I stayed perfectly still, planning on how I could possibly fight this person off, make it to my gun sitting across our bedroom, and wake up my husband, all without disturbing our sleeping children. I knew I had to move soon, so as my comforter was being slid up my legs, allowing the freezing air to creep across my skin, I peeked one eye open as subtly as I could.
Immediately, a warm wave of relief washed across me, coursing through my veins as I could clearly see Spencer above me, clad in his tight sleep shirt- the floppy mop on top of his head blowing slightly in the breeze. From my squinted eyes, I could see him kneeling at my feet, holding something in one of his hands. I couldn't be sure of what he was trying to do, but I decided to keep up my "sleeping" act. Still, I'd be sure to give him a mouth full for scaring the absolute shit out of me tomorrow morning.
I closed my eyes, trying not to wriggle in my anticipation. Still, I almost flinched when I felt his cold, slender fingers slide something over my foot.
Oh.
The feeling of the overly fluffy socks he had bought for me months ago slid over my foot, immediately warming me up. I took a second to picture the socks- decorated with tiny purple monster faces, and a tiny smile snuck onto my lips. I could still remember him telling- no, scolding me to wear them at night. He had apparently been worried about my blood circulation, when in all reality I just had cold feet. Everyone gets cold feet at night! But of course, Spencer wouldn't take that as an answer, sending him into a full lecture about the dangers of Raynounds, and how I had to take this seriously.
I was so lost in the little memory, I hadn't realized he had finished his careful mission of keeping my feet warm. With my eyes still closed, I felt him slide back into bed, making sure I was fully covered by our blanket with him. I could have easily guessed what he would do next, so it was no surprise when his hands slowly reached over to my waist, bringing me tight into his chest- my face pressed so closely against him it was a bit hard to breathe. I didn't move, of course. I enjoyed breathing him in far too much for that.
As I was still fighting to keep the huge grin off my face, I heard him clear his throat from above me.
"I know you're awake," He croaked, and I could hear the smile in his voice, "You should really keep your feet warm, you know."
I quietly mumbled an agreement into his chest before whispering, "I love you."
He held onto me impossibly tighter, making me squirm. I swear, he forgets how strong he actually is sometimes.
