Spencer Reid Blurbs

The Perfect Seat

Summary: You never liked full trains until a very handsome stranger fell into your lap

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Content Warnings: forced proximity, awkwardness, a sexual implication, describes a crowded train (which could be triggering for people with claustrophobia)

Word count: 800

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If it wasn't for the environment and terrible traffic in the city, you probably wouldn't choose to use public transport, especially on days like these. Because of an issue with another train, yours was running late and a lot more people entered than usual. At least you were lucky enough to have gotten one of the last seats available.

As the crowd moved with even more people entering, you noticed a tall man in a suit finding his spot right beside your seat, his hand grabbing the pole above you. You turned your head to look at the reflection in the window and realized that he was doing the same, your eyes meeting his for a brief moment before he looked away.

You decided to keep your sight fixated on the seat in front of you to avoid staring at the handsome stranger standing beside you. When the train halted at the next stop, there was a lot more movement than before with a bunch of people trying to make their way to the doors. You turned your head and witnessed someone pushing the man beside you over to make their way through the crowd.

In a matter of seconds the stranger lost his balance and fell right into your lap.

Before either of you realized what was happening, the now empty space beside you was filled by someone else, making it impossible for him to quickly get up again.

"Sorry, I'm sorry!!" He mumbled as he attempted to escape the forced proximity only to tumble down once more as the train began moving again.

Your thighs cushioned his fall and you couldn't hold back your giggles any longer.

"Well, hello there!" You laughed when your eyes met his.

"I am so sorry!" He squeaked as he tried to get up once more. There was just not enough space which led to him awkwardly hovering over you for a moment.

"That looks uncomfortable," you commented on his weird position. "I bet my lap was better than that."

"Yeah," he muttered, only to apologize a second later. "Sorry, this is– I'm just–"

"It's okay, I know you're not trying to be a creep," you reassured him as he shifted his body to get into an almost upright position.

Before the stranger had a chance to grab the pole for balance though, someone leaned against him, causing him to tumble forward. This time he was fast enough to catch his own fall with his palms against the window beside you, only to bring his hips dangerously close to your face for a moment.

"Usually guys buy me dinner first," you laughed to downplay the awkwardness.

"Oh god, ah!" He almost yelled as he wanted to escape the compromising position he was in. "I swear, I'm not doing that on purpose!"

When he tried and failed again to stand up straight, you began to pity the poor man and decided to offer him a seat, at last. With one swift motion you grabbed his arm and pulled him down until he was seated in your lap once more.

"I think you should just accept your fate," you snickered when you noticed his shocked expression. "What's your name, stranger?"

His face had taken on a crimson shade and it was obvious that he had trouble grasping what was happening. He found your eyes for a moment, only to quickly avert his sight again.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "I'm really sorry."

"What a weird name."

"No, no, that's not my– I'm just.. sorry." He took a deep breath before finally answering your question. "Spencer. My name is Spencer."

"So, Spencer, do you have any plans for tonight? You know, except for sitting in a woman's lap on the train."

"I didn't plan that, you know," he stated with the slightest smile visible on his face.

"So it was just the force of attraction?" You joked, well aware of the ambiguity of your words.

Spencer's eyes roamed over your face for a moment, almost as if he hadn't had the chance to really look at you until now.

"Yeah," he agreed. "You could call it that."

A few moments passed of the two of you just smiling at one another. You noticed the warmth his golden irises radiated, making you feel like nothing could harm you as long as you had him close to you.

When the next train stop was announced, you cooed, "So, about that dinner you owe me..."

Spencer (successfully) got up from your lap, took your hand and suggested, "How about right now?"

The both of you were already moving towards the door when you laughed, "Lead the way, stranger!"