Spencer Reid Imagines {ON HOLD}

revenge

Description: when Y/N finds her boyfriend cheating on her, Spencer is fully eager to help her get revenge...almost too eager. (Not Smut)
Warnings: sexual themes, mature language
Word count: 2057
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This was it. This was the last damn time. You'd had enough of his sneaking out, his coming home late, his...everything. Jonathan was being shady again and you were sick and tired of being used. So you'd called Penelope.

"Hey, Y/N. What's up?"
"I need you to do something for me."
"Sure, what is it?"
"Trace Jonathan's phone for me." You heard her hiss through the phone.
"With pleasure." Your coworkers hated Jonathan from the day they met him, especially Penelope, ever since she'd seen him flirting with some random agent while you were in the bathroom. She never told you, of course, cause you seemed happy, but she told JJ. And then JJ was so pissed she told Emily. And Emily told Derek. And then Derek told Spencer.
You weren't there to witness it, but Spencer's reaction was worse than what they expected. He squeezed the pen he was holding in his hand so hard that it broke, spilling ink everywhere. While he cleaned it up Derek heard him mumble something like "Nobody hurts her. I swear to god if he hurts her." Every member of the team was pretty pissed off.

Penelope finally got a hit on his cell after about 5 minutes. Clever bastard turned the GPS off, but nobody can outsmart Penelope Garcia.
"2354 East Canyon road." You thanked her but she stopped you before you hung up. "Take pictures of his face when you catch him for me." You smirked and hung up the phone.
Oh, another thing. Your boyfriend was an idiot. Apparently he didn't realize dating a profiler meant he couldn't lie without being caught. The first time he came home late and you asked where he was, he said he was at a bar with friends. You believed him, but noticed how his eyes twitched and he didn't smile. Then one time turned to two, two into four, four into eight, and so on and so on. So you hatched a plan.
There was no way you could just leave him over suspicion; you knew who his friends were. He'd turn it around and make you the bad guy. But if you caught him in the act and had proof of it? Then you definitely wouldn't be the bad guy. When you told Penelope about your plan, she was more than happy to give you a hidden camera set into a necklace. You told her not to tell anyone, but being Penelope she told JJ. And then JJ got so mad she told Emily. And Emily told Derek. And Derek told Spencer. And, yet again, Spencer's reaction was not as expected.
"Good. He's not good enough for her anyway." He mumbled it so they could barely hear.
"What'd you say Reid?"
"I said she deserves better. Nobody should ever take advantage of anyone like that, especially Y/N. Considering it took me two months, 3 weeks, and 6 days to gain her trust and it only took him 4 days he shouldn't betray her like that." They were all stunned as he walked away.

You were prepared for what you'd walk into. As a matter of fact, you felt like a total badass when you caught him.
You walked into the house, considering the door was unlocked and opened. It wasn't technically breaking and entering since the door was already open. You could hear his talking and her laughing from down the hall and followed it, switching on the hidden camera. It may have been shady, but you needed the proof in case one of your old college friends decided to be a bitch about the situation and take his side when he lied about you. The bedroom door was ajar, and inside was exactly what you'd thought you'd see.

Jonathan was on the bed, sprawled over a woman around your age. Her blonde hair was over the pillows and he kissed her neck, her hands gripping onto his back. You cleared your throat and scared them both, his mouth agape in horror.
"Wow, cheat on the FBI profiler and try to hide it. You really are as dumb as you look."
"Who the hell is she?" The woman looked genuinely surprised; like she didn't know about you.
"I'm his girlfriend. Well, ex girlfriend."
"You never told me you had a fucking girlfriend." She looked at him disgusted, standing up and grabbing her clothes from the floor. His voiced stuttered as he sat there speechless.
"Yah know, Jonathan? If you didn't care about me anymore you could have just told me. I woulda been happy to oblige with leaving your sorry ass." You turned to walk away but he grabbed you.
"Y/N, wait. Please." You laughed in his face.
"Wait? For you? I've waited two months for you to just come clean about it. I stayed with you because I thought maybe I was overreacting. Turns out, I was totally right." You left to walk away, but his voice stopped you.
"I'll fucking ruin you! You hear me? Nobody will ever wanna be friends with you when I tell them how much of a slut you were to have cheated on me. Everyone you ever knew will think you're just another 10 cent whore." Your smugness got a hold of you as you held up the necklace.
"Smile for the camera bitch." He stuttered, the blonde girl from before slapping him hard across the face. You took a picture to send to Penelope. You gave him a sarcastic goodbye and left, the girl stopping you as you left.
"I wanna say I'm so sorry about everything. Had I know he had a girlfriend I never would have agreed to anything. That's so wrong on so many levels. I would know, I've been cheated on twice."
"It's okay, really. You had no idea. And don't worry, that videos only going to my friends who hate him as much as we do. I don't think you're even in frame." She thanked you.
"I'm Erica, by the way."
"Y/N."
One good thing came out of it; you formed a new friendship with someone who hated your ex just as much as you did.

Except when you left, it hit you like a ton of bricks. He cheated on you. He gained your trust and destroyed it. They were right. They were all right. But feeling it and seeing it made it all real. You didn't know what to do now. What can you do?
You felt like trash. You felt like absolute hot garbage. What made you so naive to think he actually liked you? Loved you? What did you do wrong? You were the perfect girlfriend. You took him on dates, you bought him things, you did everything right.
Except he didn't want a girlfriend, did he. He wanted a fuck buddy and a late night booty call.

You wanted revenge. You wanted revenge so bad. You wanted to kill him for making you feel this way. But you couldn't. So instead, you walked to the apartment of the one person who could make you feel better no matter what.
Spencer.
You knocked on the door and hoped he'd answer. When he opened it and saw your mascara and eyeliner stained cheeks, he pulled you in immediately. His arms wrapped around you protectively as you cried into his shoulder, sobs echoing through the quiet apartment. Light instrumental 50s music played faintly in the background from a record player in the corner. When you finally stopped crying, he asked you if you wanted a water and you said yes. He handed you the glass and sat next to you.

"You caught him, didn't you?" You nodded before taking a sip.
"I thought it'd make me feel better, out smarting him. Making him realize he couldn't play me anymore. But now I just feel...broken. And angry. Because I can't figured out what I did to deserve any of it." His heart broke as he listened to you tear yourself down. "I tried to do everything right. I gave him everything he wanted but he didn't want me. He wanted a toy he could play with and throw away. And now I feel like shit because I wasn't fucking good enough for him. I never was good enough and I never will be."
"Don't say that. You know it's not true."
"But it is. Why else would he do this?" You looked into his eyes. "I obviously wasn't enough for him and I did everything so maybe I'm just not enough for anybody." He wanted to say something but held back. "I want to kill him for what he did. I want to just shoot him in the back of the head for making me feel this way but that would be too damn quick. I want him to feel exactly what I felt. I want him to fucking suffer the same way I did. Oh my god, I sound like a goddamn serial killer am I rambling because I think I'm rambling." He laughed a little before cupping your face in his hands. His eyes looked right into yours and a small bit of his long curly hair fell in his face.
"You want him to feel like you felt? Make him feel insignificant? Show him how easy it is for you to move on."
"How?" He hesitated.
"Kiss me."

Your heart did backflips. You never told anyone, but you really never liked Jonathan. Not even a little bit. You were more or less using him to try and distract yourself from your-what you believed to be-unrequited feelings towards Spencer Reid. Even though you didn't care about him as much as Spencer, it still hurt when he cheated on you. At this point you didn't know why. But now you just say there in shock.
"Spencer I can't make you a rebound."
"I don't care."
"I am not going to do that to you."
"Then don't." He held you steady. "Y/N, I don't think I've ever cared about someone more than I've cared about you. Seeing you with Jonathan was like a punch in the gut every single day. And when you'd cry over him I'd get so angry and I didn't know why until now. Ever since I met you I have been in love with you, Y/N. I don't want to be a rebound. I want to show you how you deserve to be treated." You leaned into the touch of his hands, your skin tingling. "So kiss me."

And you did. You kissed him, slow at first, your lips crashing into each others like a car accident. As your confidence built you leaned deeper into it, your arms wrapping around his neck. He smiled into the kiss as he pulled you to sit on his lap, his hands running through your hair. You hadn't parted for even a second before his lips were on yours again, you letting out a sigh against his lips. When you pulled away again, you let your head rest against his chest.
"I love you too, Spence. Always have. I just thought you'd never feel the same way so I dated Jonathan to try to forget about it."
"Well, we can thank him for one thing."
"Hmm?"
"He made me finally get the guts to tell you how I feel." You laughed as he smiled down at you. You picked up your phone as it dinged, looking at the text from Garcia.
CAMERA'S STILL ON. WE JUST HEARD EVERYTHING.
"What's that about?" Spencer asked you and your shook your head, closing your phone. You undid the clasp on the necklace and threw it to the side, somewhere by the window.
"Nothing, not important."
"You sure?"
"I'm sure." You leaned up and kissed him again, your eyes fluttering closed as he hovered over you, giving you the gentlest kisses against your cheeks, lips, and neck. You giggled.

Maybe you did need to thank him. After all, you gained a new friend and an even better new boyfriend.

authors note: this fucking sux but oh well I'm tired