spencer reid - one shots.

- spence's bday pt. 2

       YOU AND SPENCER STAYED
in bed until after 1 am. Spencer was exhausted from his case and kept falling in and out of his sleep—you found it cute how he just refused to get out of bed and start the day. You had planned a few things for him but you knew Spencer never slept well without you so you let him sleep for extra.

You were happy as long as he was happy. And so far, he'd woken up from his mini-sleeps with a huge smile on his face, like he'd woken up next to you for the first time ever. It was a hilarious cycle to watch.

Eventually you snuck out of bed and made your boyfriend some waffles and eggs. You liked pancakes, so you made yourself some. Spencer and you often had arguments about whether or not pancakes were better than waffles—but he was wrong, obviously. You were always right.

You were whistling to yourself while mixing the batter when you heard the pitter-patter of Spencer's footsteps behind you. You turned around, expecting him to be romantic and wrap his arms around you from the behind—but no. The man lunged for you and threw you over his shoulder, marching back into the bedroom.

"Spencer!" You shrieked, hitting his back. "Let me down you asshole!"

"Nope." Spencer grunted, throwing you back onto the bed. "Back to bed." He demanded, tackling on top of you. You shrieked again as he landed on you with an oof, practically crushing every bone in your body.

"I was making you breakfast!" You argued as he gathered you up in his arms, dramatically throwing his leg over your body to keep you there. You groaned with annoyance, glaring at his stupidly happy expression.

"Breakfast can wait. Snuggles can't." Spencer mumbled against your shoulder, chuckling. "Smells good, though." He sighed. "You smell good."

"You have to get out of bed sometime." You deadpanned, smacking his forehead. "You're gonna stay here forever."

"With you, that's fine." He muttered, "come on. I'm always gone and I miss this so much. I can't even cuddle a pillow and imagine it's you."

You rolled your eyes. "Maybe I should get you a human sized stuffed animal with my face on it for your next birthday."

"Gross."

"Hey!"

"Kidding." He snickered.

"Ugh, you're lucky it's your birthday." You said.

"I'm starting to like my birthday." Spencer mumbled.

"Because of me." You boasted proudly, "all because of me."

"Mhm." Spencer nodded, "mmmuah." He kissed your neck loudly, making you laugh. "Mine mine mine."

You giggled, ruffling his hair. "Okay, we can stay here for another hour but I have stuff planned for you, so afterwards I'm kicking you off this bed. We clear?" You asked sternly.

"Yes ma'am."

—

Two hours later you and Spencer finally got out of bed. While he showered you finished making breakfast and you two ate together, still bickering about whether pancakes were better than waffles. You guys finished "breakfast" at around 3:30 and you made him get ready for your little date. You wore a cute dress and brought along some blankets, pillows, and snacks for a little picnic. You two settled on a cliff that overlooked the city—it was chilly outside but you guys made sure to layer up.

The afternoon was spent with you two watching the sunset and eating dinner, which composed of shitty junk food and fast food. Spencer laughed at your sad attempt to make one of those charcuterie boards with just Kraft cheese and some stale crackers.