this one is early seasons!spencer like pictured above🥺 I kinda got carried away but I'm not exactly mad at it. Enjoy! ~🌸

Even though you were new to the BAU, you were very much aware of the fact that Spencer Reid was a huge germaphobe. This made him closed off to most forms of touch. However, you noticed that he seemed more receptive of touch when it came from the other team members.

You understood. It was only natural for him to be more comfortable with them because he had known them for several years. But you couldn't deny the fact that you were a teensy bit jealous when he let them hug or fist bump him, or when he occasionally slept leaning on one of them on the jet.

You took him allowing touch from someone as a sign of friendship, and you wanted that with him. Not in a weird "I want to touch him" way. You just genuinely wanted his friendship, and you wanted him to feel comfortable around you.

So you were determined to get there with him.

You did everything you could think of to subtly earn his friendship. You would bring him coffee with eight sugars and lots of cream, just the way he liked it. You would genuinely listen whenever he went off on random tangents. Anything you could think of to give off friendly vibes, you did.

But it only seemed to make him more anxious around you.

He didn't act uncomfortable per say anymore, just more...nervous? JJ assured you, after you confided in her on the issue, that Spencer was just naturally nervous around girls. And he probably didn't know how to handle a pretty girl giving him attention.

That made sense in your mind. Spencer was not exactly Derek Morgan when it came to girls. But you didn't want Spencer to think you were making advances on him-at least not yet. You couldn't deny that you had a tiny crush on the young doctor, but you wanted to be his friend first. Your grandmother once told you that the best romantic relationships always start off as friends, and you lived by that.

You had one thing left in mind to get Spencer to want to be your friend: inviting him over for a Doctor Who marathon.

However, before you could ask him, Hotch called everyone together for round table. The team had a case.

You didn't get the chance to talk to Spencer much until you were on your way back from Minnesota at the end of the week. He was sitting in his usual spot on the couch, and you took the opportunity to sit in the empty space next to him.

"Hey, Spencer," you said quietly once you were in the air, "Whatcha reading?"

He looked at you with wide eyes, almost like he hadn't noticed you sit next to him. Or maybe it was surprise that you were interested in his book.

"H-hi, Y/N," he stuttered out with a small smile, "it's a true crime non-fiction novel by Truman Capote, it's called In Cold Blood."

"You'd think you'd see enough true crime with our job," you giggled, turning to face him and drawing your legs up to you, "Can you tell me about it?"

He looked at you curiously, "Y-you want to hear about my book?"

You nodded, "Yeah, it sounds interesting. Even with our job, I'm a bit of a true crime junkie myself."

His looked at you sheepishly, then down at the book in his hands, "Okay, um, basically it reconstructs the murder of a woman and her children on a Kansas farm in 1959. The author put together a comprehensive study of the killings, the investigation, and the circumstances surrounding it. The main subject of his study is the killers themselves, Perry Smith and Dick Hickcock. The gives a vivid description of them and their psychosis that is very compelling."

You couldn't help but smile at how he seemed less nervous when he was talking about something that interested him.

"Could I borrow it from you when you finish?" You asked.

He gave that wide-eyed look again, "You really want to?"

You felt a sense of sadness at his disbelief that you were really interested. Clearly, no one ever listened to him outside of case information, let alone showed that level of interest.

"Yeah, I do," you reassured him.

Something inside his eyes lit up when he realized you were serious, "Well, I'll probably be finished with it by the time we get home."

You chuckled, "I forgot, you're one of God's favorites."

"What do you mean?" He tilted his head to the side slightly, eyebrows furrowed.

"You have that big brain and can read at the speed of light," you teased, "It's an unfair gift, really."

He gulped, looking at you incredulously, "A gift? Most people find my intelligence annoying," he then couldn't help but add, "I only read 20,00 words per minute, which is above average, but not the speed of light. Light travels 186,282 miles per second and, in theory, nothing can travel faster than light."

You shook your head incredulously at him, his mini-tangent proving your point, "See? You knew that off the top of your head. That's not annoying, it's fascinating."

He gave you one of his signature Spencer Reid smiles before uttering a soft, "Thank you."

He returned to his reading and you busied yourself with a coloring book. The team teased you the first time you brought it along, but you didn't care. It was soothing, especially after a heavy case.

And the Minnesota case was exhausting.

About an hour into the flight, you noticed Spencer yawning every few minutes. He cutely tried to stifle them with his hand, not wanting to admit that he was worn out. After several minutes, a thought popped into your head.

You debated back and forth before putting your coloring supplies in your bag and turning to Spencer, "Spence?"

His eyes met yours and you could tell he was struggling to keep them open, "Hm?"

"That case was a long one. You look really tired," you observed, "Why don't you try and get some sleep?"

He rubbed his eyes weakly and your heart melted. He was too cute when he was sleepy. Well, he was cute all the time, but you pushed that thought from your mind.

"T-there's no where to lay down," he stuttered, looking around at everyone else who was asleep in their seats.

"Just lay down here," you shrugged, "I don't mind."

"I don't want to crowd you," he frowned.

You thought about your original idea and your heart hammered in your chest. Ultimately, you decided to just go for it.

"Well, um," you began nervously, "you could put your head in my lap? It might be more comfortable. But if you're not okay with that, just forget I said anything."

He looked thoroughly surprised, glancing between you and his hands, considering your offer. If even a little part of him wanted to say no, it was only because he didn't want you to be uncomfortable. In the end, his exhaustion won the debate.

"O-okay," he murmured softly, "but it's uncomfortable for you, please just tell me to move."

You shook your head incredulously. Spencer Reid, always more concerned for others than himself.

"C'mere, silly."

He was shaking slightly as he wiggled around to lay on his side. He curled up his lanky frame on the small couch before tentatively lowering his head into your soft lap, facing away from you.

The anxious tension instantly left his body. He snuggled his head deeper without even realizing he was doing it. He then turned slightly so he could meet your gaze.

"You have comfy legs," he said softly, his eyes half lidded with sleep.

Your heart skipped and you smiled, humming appreciatively. Then, without thinking, you reached down and brushed a stand of his soft, light brown hair from his eye.

"Oh, shoot, sorry, I wasn't thinking-"

His face tinged pink to match yours, and he smiled sleepily, "I-it's okay. It was kind of nice."

You were honestly surprised that he was okay with it. Cautiously, you brought your fingers back to his forehead and pushed his hair back. His eyes fluttered closed and he let out a small noise of contentment.

"Goodnight, Spencer."

You continued to play with his hair as he feel deeper asleep. You felt yourself growing drowsy, tipping your head back against the wall and dozing off.

When you woke up, Spencer was facing you, his face pressed against your tummy, his arms wrapped tightly around your hips. One of your hands rested still in his hair, the other at your side.

You smiled down at the sight and rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

"Have a good nap, Pretty Girl?" Morgan said with a smirk, startling you slightly.

Spencer almost stirred at the jolt, but simply nuzzled his nose against your shirt and continued to sleep.

You couldn't help the smile on your lips, "Yeah, I did."

"Looks like Pretty Boy finally warmed up to you, huh?" He motioned to the sleeping boy in your lap.

You bit your lip and nodded, looking down at Spencer. He had no business looking just as pretty while he slept as he did when he was awake.

"Oh, I am definitely getting a picture of this," JJ said, having just woken up.

Your face heated up and you refused to look at her as she took out her phone. She "awww"ed as she looked at the pictures, showing them to Morgan.

Morgan took the phone and turned it to you, "This will be a cute one to show your little genius babies one day."

"Shut up," you grumbled at Morgan's teasing, before looking at the photo.

It was possibly the sweetest thing you'd ever seen. You looking down at his sleeping frame, both content and pink-cheeked.

"Send that to me," you mouthed at JJ, and she laughed.

Spencer was the last to wake, taking a few minutes to regain his bearings. His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed crimson when he realized the others had been watching him.

"Someone had a case of the sleepiesssss," Morgan teased in a sing-song voice.

Spencer pouted his lip and huffed, "Stop it."

"So when's the wedding?" He continued, having way to much fun with the situation.

"Morgan," you snapped, "enough, please."

He put his hands up in mock surrender and you turned your attention to the wrinkled shirt boy beside you.

"Sleep okay?" You asked quietly.

He couldn't help but smile softly, even though he was horribly embarrassed, "It was great, I needed that. Sorry if I was really, um..."

"Cuddly?" You giggled.

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "Yeah."

You shook your head amusedly at him, reaching out to smooth his crazy bed hair softly, "I didn't mind one bit. I knocked out at one point, had a really nice nap. You were like a little heated blanket."

His already crimson blush deepened, if that was even possible.

That was the first of many jet snuggles and soft touches as Spencer grew more and more comfortable with you. You finally invited him to that Doctor Who marathon, which turned into a weekly thing as you became best friends...and eventually, the love of each other's lives.