Multi-Fandom Imagines

Spencer Reid x Anxious!Reader

Summary: You have anxiety and Spencer helps calm you down when it gets too much for you. 

Warnings: No warnings just mentions of anxiety

Author's Note: Most of this is how I imagine Spencer would calm me down when my anxiety gets too bad. Also, most of these anxious ticks are ones that I have. Also if you couldn't tell I like Spencer.  

I don't know how I ended up in this position in the first place, curled up being a little spoon, on a couch that just so happens to be on a private plane on the way to a murder case. I start shifting around on the couch as I feel my anxiety start to creep up on me for no reason. I sit upright from my lying position on the couch causing the big spoon who just so happens to be one of the most gorgeous person on the planet, Spencer Reid. I begin anxiously pacing the length of the plane as Spencer just watches me from the couch and I nervously wring my hands and play with my fingers as I pace. Once I get tired of pacing I sit down in one of the remaining seats as my legs begin to bounce uncontrollably. I started biting my nails, a habit that I had since I was little but got worse as my anxiety increased. I groan in annoyance as I don't know why my anxiety is acting up I lean back in the chair letting out a frustrated groan. I look up and see Spencer crossing the plane towards me and crouching down in front of me. He gently grabs my hand and holds it while with his other hand stills my bouncing leg. He asks in a soft concerned voice, "Are you okay?" I reply, "No. My anxiety is acting up and I don't know why." He says calmly, "Okay look at me and take a deep breath." I do as he says and we breathe together for a few minutes until I've calmed down again. 

I'm sitting in the police department looking over the case as I nervously tear a random piece of paper in my hands when I feel someone grab my hand and hold it. I glance up and see Spencer who gently begins rubbing circles with his thumb over the back of my hand. He grabs my phone from next to him and passes it to me as I put on my specific designated anxiety-reducing playlist.  

I sit in one of the chairs in the briefing room trying to control my breathing. I was having a hard time breathing when I heard the door to the room open before I heard footsteps rushing towards me and immediately heard Spencer's concerned voice asking, "Can you breathe?" I shake my head and he says, "Okay. Focus on me come on now. Take a deep breath." I do as he says until I've calmed down somewhat. He pulls me into a hug and I hear him whisper, "It's okay I got you. You're okay." I feel exhausted and like I could sleep for the next week as I vaguely hear Spencer talking to the rest of the team. I feel Spencer gently leading me out of the room and out of the building. When we get to the car I hear Spencer say, "It's okay if you want to sleep." As soon as the words leave his mouth I close my eyes. 

When I wake up I see we're at our shared apartment. I manage to get out of the car and make it inside and immediately head to our shared bedroom where I promptly change into a pair of sweatpants and one of Spencer's shirts. I go to the bed and curl up on my side of the bed when I feel the bed dip on Spencer's side. I reply, "I'm sorry for having a breakdown." I curl into his side as he says, "Hey it's okay you can't help it. And besides it just shows how strong you are." He kisses the top of my head as I rest my head on his chest and fall asleep.