Spencer Reid | Oneshots

Schrödinger's Relationship (1) ❤️ (M)

Summary: Reader finds out Spencer has been dating a kind, cute woman (when he's not spending the night at her house).

Rating: Mature (16+)

Content Warnings: Mentions of sex, kissing, sexual assault, mild cheating (kissing, with Reader)

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The day I met Spencer Reid had felt like a dream.

I'd just moved to the area, and on my first shift at the bar I'd met a host of interesting characters... Including a team of FBI agents that apparently regularly frequented the bar.

Most of them were personable, if not a bit distracted with each other. There wasn't anything wrong with that, either. Most people didn't come to a bar to hang out with the bartender, and the people who did were usually the kind you didn't want to talk to.

But Spencer was different. Don't get me wrong — he was always distracted — but he was distracted by me.

Before I go any further with this story, I have to say that I thought that man is not my type. He seemed so goofy, scrawny, and sweet. He even showed me a magic trick once. Who does that?

He was strange... and sweet. There was something about the way he looked at you. I'd finally understood what the poets had meant when they said someone looked at you like you were the sun, because he could never look at me directly. His darting eyes still found their way back to me in little increments, though.

I guess that's all it takes to fall in love.

The nights at the bar were always so much more fun when he was there. Everything was better when he was there. Something about him was so alluring and comforting. Maybe that's why when he would wait for me to leave after closing, it never felt unsettling.

Even though each night, he would wave to me with a look in his eyes that begged me to leave with him, instead.

One night I did. We didn't get as far as his place, though. We barely made it back to the car.

I thought that man wasn't my type. I was so, so wrong. Within seconds of expressing my interest, he'd had me backed against my car, his hands laced through my hair and his leg wedged between mine.

The way he kissed me knocked the breath from my lungs. It was feverish, like he'd been waiting years to kiss me instead of the few months it had actually been.

He ravaged my body, mind, and soul that night. I was ruined. But I never once regretted it.

Ever since that night, I've been addicted to the touch of Spencer Reid. Each time he walked into the bar, I could feel the way my heart pulls me to him like the sun pulls the Earth. When I told him that he reminded me that those two celestial bodies are still 92,469,000 miles apart.

He felt that far sometimes, too.

Some nights when he would fuck me, he would slip out into the night before I could even manage to thank him. Other nights were actually mornings, where I would hold him until reality ripped us apart.

We never talked about it.

Quantum superposition determines that our relationship is both real and nonexistent. Reality dictates that it is one or the other. We won't know until one of us looks into the box.

My time with Spencer Reid has been the most amazing dream.

But that day, it was a nightmare.

I wasn't supposed to be working. The start of every horrible story about a man. I got the call that my friend had to call out literally an hour before the shift. Thankfully, I was already dressed to go out with friends, so I didn't have a time crunch to get ready.