Spencer Reid x Reader One-Shots

For Consistency's Sake

Title: For Consistency's Sake

Word Count: 920 words

Rating: K+ (descriptions of panic attack)

Summary: The reader is afraid of thunder, so Spencer comes by her apartment to comfort her during a storm.

Requested: Nope.

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You press your earbuds deeper into your ears, nodding your head to the music that's blasting through them. You hum happily, your eyes closed.

Boom, clap, the sound of my heart,
The beat goes on and on and on and on and
Boom, cla-

BOOM.

You tear your earbuds out of your ears. That wasn't part of the song. Your heartbeat begins to quicken. Unless you're very much mistaken, that sounded like...

BOOM.

Thunder.

You give a little squeak of fear. You'd always been afraid of thunder and lightning. Your heart pounds in your chest as you jump up from your place on the couch and run to the bathroom. You close the door and lock it, pulling back the shower curtain and sitting down in the empty bathtub. You pull your knees to your chest with one arm, and with the other you pull your phone from your pocket. You dial your best friend's number from memory.

     "Y/N? Are you okay?" Spencer asks after three rings.

"Spence..." Your voice ends in a squeak. You take a deep breath, willing yourself to calm down. "Can you- you know- come over? To my apartment?"

"I'll be right there." He says quickly, hanging up. You take a deep breath, trying not to freak. The thunder is rumbling all around you. You drop your phone lightly and wrap your other arm around you knees. You can feel yourself hyperventilating. A strong clap of thunder makes you jump and shriek. You shake your head, trying to clear it. Spencer will be here soon. You'll be okay.

Soon you hear a knock at the bathroom door. Breathing heavily, you unhook your arms and stand, carefully stepping out of the bathtub. You unlock the door, taking a breath to calm yourself. You resist the urge to climb back into the tub and sit down on the counter, twisting your hands in your lap.

     There's a small click and the bathroom door swings open, revealing your best friend, Spencer Reid. You give him a weak smile. He smiles back.

     "You know, about 2.1% of the world suffer from astraphobia." He says, closing the door behind him nonchalantly, as if he did this kind of thing everyday.

     "Well, I'm sure you can see that I'm part of that 2.1%." You say, your voice getting shaky.

"Y/N, don't worry. You can get past this. I'm positive." He says, grabbing your hands. You feel a bolt of electricity shoot up your arms.

That's another thing about Spencer; along with his eidetic memory, IQ of 187, and ability to read 20,000 words per minute, he was also extremely hot. His brown hair was tousled and slightly long, his lips full and pink, his tall frame lithe and muscular, and his light brown eyes wide with concern. It was very safe to say you were crushing, and had been for a while.

"What do you thi-"

BOOM.

You shriek and jump forward into Spencer's arms. You bury your face in his shirt, trying to calm down.

"Shh... shh... " He soothed, rubbing your back and pulling you against him tightly. He reached behind him and opened the door, pulling you out into the hallway. He led you to the living room.

As you sit on the couch, Spence goes around the room, turning on the lights. He closes the shades on the window and then takes a seat next to you. He puts an arm around your shoulders, and you rest your head on one of his. You take a deep breath, and the scent of him fills your nostrils. Cologne?

     Your just beginning to relax when another rumble of thunder hits. Only this time, it's extremely loud. You pull him closer, hyperventilating once again. You squeak and hide your face. The noise dies down, but you're still freaking out. Spencer pulls back. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but closes it again without a word.

     He tilts your chin up to look at him with one hand. With the other, he brushes a piece of hair out of your face, all the while staring into your wide, fearful eyes. His eyes, on the other hand, are focused and concerned, with something else mixed in. In your frightening state, you can't tell what, which is odd, because you could always read him normally, and-

     Spencer stops your train of thought by leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

     After the immediate shock passes, you wrap your arms around him and pull him closer. His soft lips move over yours insistently, reassuringly, as if telling you that everything is alright. And suddenly everything is alright, you think, before he trails his tongue over your lower lip. And then thoughts vanish completely and all that's left is him.

     He pulls back slowly, carefully, just a breath in between you, a kiss that doesn't want to die. You look at him through your lashes, trying to gage his reaction. He smiles at you, a little nervously. Thunder booms around you, and yet... you're not so afraid anymore.

     "Spencer Reid, I think you might have found the cure to astraphobia." You say, smiling.

     "I think we should test it out, just to be sure." He says, a little hesitantly, but he smiles just the same.

"For consistency's sake, anyway."