Spencer Reid X Reader

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11/9/2025: hello, it has been over five years since i wrote this story. i was very young and honestly not the best writer. i recently got the idea to rewrite each of these stories to be better, so i am going to do that. the main reason i am doing this is because when i go back to read these, i have to skip a lot of it because of how much i cringe over the writing lol. i am going to change all of "you"s to first person narration.

this is the message i wrote around two years ago. i got so many comments about how they stop reading the story because y/n gets pregnant later in the story:

hello, so i should put on a disclaimer before this starts. it's very cringe, yes. this was before i even started writing wattpad stories. y/n does get pregnant, so if you won't like that you can exit now.

and this is the note that i put when i originally wrote the story:

im not a very good writer and i have no clue where this thing is going. im just winging it as im writing. so, it's not that good but its whatever. im living my fantasy.
also, this is the spencer before they put him through literal hell...

Y/n's POV
I lay on the bed, sobbing into my pillow, alone in my room. I just received a phone call from my fiancé and boyfriend of two years. I thought that we were in love. I thought he was the one, but he admitted that he cheated on me. As soon as we hung up the phone, I broke down. So many things are racing through my head. I am going to have to live alone in what was once our shared apartment. I am going to be stuck in this place with all the memories of what once was. I am going to have to start over with someone else which seemed impossible.

The grief seemed like too much. I was bargaining with him. I told him I did not care about the infidelity, which I am not entirely sure is true, but I would do anything not to feel this pain. The two years I spent with this man were gone.

I need someone to talk to. I look at my phone wondering who I could call. I pick it up and open it. I click on the contacts app and scroll through the names. I spot the name of one of my coworkers. He is an incredibly gentle and sweet man. He has been easy to talk to since I met him. I know he is awake at this time as he has mentioned multiple times how much he struggle to sleep. I click on the contact name and press call. I put my phone up to my ear and listen to the ringing.

After a couple of rings, he picks up.

"Hey, Y/N. What's up?"

As I spoke, my voice was very nasally and it was obvious that I had been crying. "Hey, Spencer. Do you have time to talk?"

His upbeat tone turned into concern, "what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Um, I really need someone to talk to," my voice cracks as I speak trying to hold back more tears. I want to keep it together while talking to him.

"Why don't you come over? We can talk about what's going on and hang out a bit. Maybe I can help you feel better," Spencer replies.

"Are you sure? It's getting kind of late. I really don't want to impose," I say.

"Y/n, I don't care what time it is. It sounds like you need a friend," Spencer says more stern.

"Okay, then I'll be right over," I sniffle a bit as I respond. I hang up the phone and put it in my back pocket. I walk into the living room. I slip on the shoes that are sitting by the front door and grab the keys that are on the hook.

...

I pull into a parking spot in front of Spencer's apartment building. I have been here a couple of times before so I already know where to go. I step out of my car and walk into the building. I make my way up the stairs and find his apartment number. I knock on the door to his apartment. After a few moments, Spencer opens the door.