Spencer Reid | Oneshots

Astraphobia ☁️ (PG)

Summary: SSA Reader and Spencer share their most embarrassing fears.

Rating: PG (13+)

Content Warnings: Kissing, storms

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Why is it when people speak of love, so often it involves the rain?

It never made sense to me. Sure, rain on its own could be calming, but what about storms? They only exist with rain, yet we refer to them as the wrath of God. Why do we romanticize the rain with the destruction it accompanies? A storm is a welcome companion, with bitter wind and static heat.

It's bullshit.

"It's really coming down out there, huh?"

Spencer's voice beside me broke through my reverie. He had followed my gaze out the large glass window of the hotel lobby, lost in the sheets of rain fast approaching.

"Yeah. Looks like a storm is coming in," I pointed out despite it being obvious.

He turned to me with that curious lopsided smile he always had when he was thinking too hard about something.

"Did you know at any given time there are approximately 2,000 storms occurring somewhere on the Earth?"

I did not. Didn't like that fact one bit, either.

Deadpan, I replied, "Aren't we lucky."

"I guess. Truth be told, I've never really been a fan of storms at night."

The comfort I took in his admission could not be understated. So often I'd felt like an idiot for being scared of storms, despite the fact they are objectively scary. I mean... hail and lightning are terrifying, not to mention tornadoes! To hear the bona fide genius Spencer Reid is also not a fan of them? It was comforting.

A small smile tugged at my cheeks as I leaned over to him, speaking out the side of my mouth so that the others wouldn't hear, "That makes two of us."

"Hey everyone," Hotch's voice commanded our attention.

Spencer and I turned to him, but my eyes were still stuck on the window.

"I hate to do this to you, but because all the flights were canceled the hotel is running low on rooms. We'll have to double up."

There were vague flashes of light dissipating through the distant, dark clouds. I could barely focus on anything else, especially not something as asinine as room assignments.

"(Y/n)?"

It was Spencer's hushed voice as he leaned over to me, trying not to draw attention.

I snapped back to reality, turning to him with an awkward, "Yes?"

"Are you okay? You seem distracted."

"Yeah," I nodded, shrugging and readjusting my cardigan to cover the goosebumps on my skin from the sounds of rain falling on the glass besides us. "I'm fine."

"Reid and (y/l/n), you can take the last room."

Wait, what? I turned to Hotch as he held out two keycards to us.

Don't get me wrong, I'd roomed with Spencer in the past. But it was a long time ago. I remembered when I first made the decision, having viewing him as the safest candidate. I mean, he was so unassuming... and gentle... and sweet... and cute.

That was the problem.

"Me? Room... with Spencer?" I mumbled, hesitating to take the cards from our boss.