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Fun fact about me, I can't watch a show (and sometimes movies) without getting attached to it so that usually entails me writing fanfiction bc I have no self control. Almost all of these never get posted bc they are literal TRASH. And I can't stress enough how bad they are because I don't try. So here is me exposing myself with some of those stories :) don't clown me too much.

I'm literally G A G G I N G reading some of these!!! 🤢🤢🤢

-- Spencer Reid - Criminal Minds

The both of you seem to bump into each other a lot...after awhile you gather up enough courage to ask him out.

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I sigh, a feeling of overwhelming exhaustion taking over me. When was the last time I just had time to myself? For the past few months it's been all about mom and dad and dad's new girlfriend and mom getting married and having to be a guest speaker and work and everything. I just want to relax.

My thoughts are halted as the trains stops and I am forced to leave, thrown back into the crowd of blurry faces. I make my way up the stairs, but as I'm massaging my temples from the incoming stress I collide with someone.

"Oh my God!" I shout as they hold me in place to stop me from tumbling down all of the stairs behind me. "I'm so sorry, are you OK?" I ask.

He nods his head, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"That's great, I need to pay attention to where I'm going more often huh?" I joke, "well I got to get going."

--

I peak around the corner and spot the brown haired male making his way down the stairs. I inhale, fear filling my bones. It's been so long since I've been on a date.

I take my seat across from him and smile at him.

--

"What do you do for a living?"

"...What about you first?"

"Oh me?" I laugh, "Uhm...I'm a high school teacher. I teach US history and I know, that's boring but I really love waking up everyday and being able to see my students. It's refreshing, in a sort of sadistic way. Now your turn, what do you do?"

"I'm an FBI agent, actually."

"FBI? That's low," I shake my head, "you can come up with better, can't you? FBI is so generic, maybe like... anything else."

"No I'm really an FBI agent, I'm with the B.A.U. behavioral analysis unit. I analyze crime scenes and come up with a profile for who the unsub is."

"Unsub?"

"Unidentified suspect."

"I see..." I hum, "I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions like that. Just...so many guys use that as a way to make them seem more interesting. And you don't seem like the kind of guy to lie like that."

--

Yn is diagnosed with brain cancer and since Reid is always so busy he gave her a list of questions to ask the doctor he'd like to know. When he gets back he asks for all the details, but she holds back and when he asks for the percentage of survival she hesitates, smiles, and says "85%, so you're not getting rid of me anytime soon." And he says "85%? 85%? Yn, you have stage 4 brain cancer! What kind of idiot do you think I am? I've been reading books on brain cancer and statics show that your chance of survival for glioblastoma multiforme is zero percent."

"Fine! You want the truth?! The truth is that they didn't have a percentage for me, but it's less that .00001%. They say I'll probably die within the next three months, they're only low balling it though so it could as long as five years. I just...didn't want to worry you, ok? You're stressed enough as it is."