Spencer Reid One Shots

Chapter 9: Overstimulated

Note: (Y/N) means your name, (Y/F/N) means your full name, (L/N) means last name
I'm taking requests because writer's block is a thing.

The team just finished a very, very long and tiring case, so to celebrate everyone is going out to a bar, one that the team has gone to before, basically right after landing off the jet.

While for everyone else it's a nice way to relax, it's difficult for Spencer. It's loud, busy, and stinks of alcohol. He just can't mask anymore; he's too tired emotionally and physically.

You're one table away from everyone else with a drink right in front of you and your hands being occupied by your phone, scrolling up and down social media. You don't really care for these celebrations in places like this; you're just using it as a way to get a drink after a long case. Spencer spots you from the bathroom he tried to hide in and quickly makes his way over to you, an upset expression on his face and fiddling with the rim of his cardigan. He taps you on the shoulder gently before speaking, muttering, really.

"Hey, (L/N), would you, uh, m-mind coming outside...with me?"

You look up and see his distressed face and are immediately worried. You've come to really like him and feel comfortable around him so seeing him upset really hurts your heart.

"Yeah, yeah we can," you say casually, not really wanting to show how concerned you are. You don't want to make him feel any more uncomfortable by treating him that way. You stand up, making sure you have your wallet, grab your drink, and walk to the back exit.

He holds the door for you before stepping out himself, but once the cool air of the night hits him, he feels slightly more comfortable. You can tell he's still upset by the way he's hugging himself and playing with his cardigan, though. You put your phone in your pocket and take a sip of your drink, just looking around awkwardly. You want to ask him if he's okay but you don't want to put pressure on his emotions. Dilemmas...

You finally speak up, softly.

"You can call me (Y/N), you know."

You make sure your voice is soft and kind, and make sure to look at him; not making full eye contact but still looking at him. He nods, focused on fiddling with his clothes as he tries to calm himself down. Your presence alone is helping with that; being the only person he completely trusts and feels comfortable with. He feels safe to unmask in front of you since you never judge him or look down on him.

He looks over in your direction as you say that, having the smallest smile on his face as he nods again.

"Oh, right...(Y/N), sorry," he mutters. He looks back down to the pavement and fiddles even more.

"O-only if you're comfortable with it, that is..." you add quickly. Now you're wondering if you made it worse. You take a deep breath and look to him again with soft eyes; looking him over, trying to decipher his thoughts. You finally give in and ask what's on your mind.

"Do you feel a bit better now?" you ask, your voice calm and genuine; it makes him smile a little. He nods, feeling calmer than before. He just wants—no—needs a distraction now. He knows you're worried and so he looks up with a reassuring smile.

"Yes, I feel better now. It's a lot quieter out here. I can actually think."

He pauses before looking you in the eye, noticing how worried you are. He immediately feels guilty knowing that he's worrying you.

"I'm fine, really..." he ends up trailing off.

"Good, 'cause that's what matters most."

You put your hand on his shoulder then instantly retract your whole arm away from him. Some overstimulated people don't exactly like it when someone touches them, but he feels butterflies in his stomach when you touched him; he doesn't mind since it's you. He opens his mouth to speak but you start talking first.

"Oh, wow that was stupid, uh, sorry...for that...I just wanna make sure you're okay 'cause, you know, I actually don't hate you...Man, I'm messing this up."

You turn your body a bit and look away from him, running your hand on the top of your head. His immediate thought is that you regret it, that you feel uncomfortable around him like other people do.

"No, no, you're fine. I promise," he reassures you, taking a small step forward. You look back at him with a worried expression.

"Are...you sure?" you ask slowly. He immediately nods his head, taking another step closer to you.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Really."

He smiles a little more than looks down to your hand. He reaches out for it, intertwining his fingers with yours; just holding your hand feels like heaven to him. Butterflies erupt inside him as he gently squeezes your hand, looking back up and hoping that you're comfortable with it. Your expression softens as you look at his face.

"Reid?" you say just above a whisper. "Can I give you a hug?"

Your lip starts to quiver ever so slightly from wanting to just take away his discomfort. His heart flutters immediately and his face goes warm as you ask that. He nods quickly.

You swiftly put your drink on the ground and wrap your arms around him, holding him against your body so tightly, and take a deep, relieving breath. He melts the moment you pull him close. Your heart flutters a little when he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck and hugs you back just as tight. You feel so happy that he's comfortable with you.

The feeling of you hugging him; the way your hands feel on his back, your smell, your heartbeat, your body against his.... All of it is just so much but in a good way. A very good way. He nuzzles even further into your neck as he holds you tight, feeling completely safe. He feels like he'll never let go now.

"Thank you," he mutters out in a whisper. You smile and chuckle a few times, nodding your head.

"Your welcome," you whisper back.

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