Hi! Could You Possibly Write Some Spencer Hurt/comfort? (its What I Live And Breath For) Maybe Reader

hi! could you possibly write some spencer hurt/comfort? (it’s what i live and breath for) maybe reader has started a new job, and had a rough day, so when Spencer arrives home, he immediately picks up on the signs. they’re in bed, not feeling good, dreading the next day, but Spencer comforts them and eventually flips their mood around, so they aren’t thinking of work in such a negative light.

i tried to use gn pronouns cause idk what readers you write for. so if you wanna do this, could it mb be fem or gn? whichever you’re most comfy with. thank you! and no pressure to get this done x

You're so considerate, thank you!!!! I prefer female readers, however if requested i can do any. Ig not specified then the default will be fem, but most can be read as gn. Hope you enjoy, i rushed it a bit😅😁😘

Title: When Comfort Finds You

As the sun set, casting a warm, golden hue over the apartment, you lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The day had been long and arduous, your first at a new job. It wasn’t just the workload or the unfamiliar faces that weighed heavily on your mind; it was the feeling of inadequacy that had seeped into your bones, making you question every step you took, every word you uttered.

The sound of the front door creaking open broke the silence. You knew it was Spencer. His work hours were long and unpredictable, but you had come to recognize the subtle cues that signaled his return: the soft shuffle of his shoes, the quiet click of the door, the faint scent of old books and coffee that seemed to follow him everywhere.

“Hey,” Spencer called out, his voice gentle but laced with concern. He had a knack for sensing when something was off, and tonight was no exception. You heard him set his bag down and make his way to the bedroom.

You didn't move, hoping to avoid the inevitable conversation about your day. But Spencer, perceptive as always, wasn’t deterred by your lack of response. He stepped into the room, his eyes immediately finding your form curled up on the bed.

“Rough day?” he asked softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. His touch was tender, his eyes filled with empathy.

You nodded, a lump forming in your throat. You had wanted to be strong, to handle the new job without crumbling under the pressure, but today had proven to be too much. “It’s just… so hard,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

Spencer’s brow furrowed as he listened. He had always been a great listener, his ability to empathize unmatched. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, his hand resting on your shoulder, offering comfort.

You hesitated for a moment, then sighed. “I just feel like I don’t belong there. Everyone is so confident, so sure of themselves, and I… I just feel like I’m floundering.”

Spencer nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Starting a new job is always tough,” he said softly. “It’s normal to feel out of place at first. But that doesn’t mean you don’t belong. It just means you’re human.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little at his words, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. “I made so many mistakes today,” you admitted, the weight of the day’s failures pressing down on you.

Spencer’s grip on your shoulder tightened slightly, a gesture of reassurance. “Everyone makes mistakes,” he said firmly. “Even me. Remember when I first joined the BAU? I made a ton of mistakes. But that’s how we learn. That’s how we get better.”

You nodded, taking some comfort in his words. Spencer had faced his own share of challenges and had come out stronger. Maybe you could too. But the doubt still lingered, gnawing at your confidence.

Spencer seemed to sense your lingering unease. “Do you want to know what I think?” he asked, his tone gentle but insistent.

“What?” you asked, looking up at him, seeking the reassurance you desperately needed.

“I think you’re amazing,” he said simply. “You’re smart, capable, and incredibly strong. And I know that, given time, you’ll find your footing at this new job. It’s just the first day. It’s okay to feel overwhelmed. But don’t let today define your entire experience.”

Tears welled up in your eyes at his words. You had been so caught up in your own self-doubt that you hadn’t allowed yourself to see the bigger picture. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice choked with emotion.

Spencer leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You’re welcome,” he murmured. “And remember, I’m here for you. Always.”

You took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. Spencer’s presence, his unwavering support, was exactly what you needed. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips.

He smiled back, his eyes twinkling with affection. “You’d be just fine,” he said. “But I’m glad I get to be here for you. Now, how about we do something to take your mind off work for a while?”

You nodded eagerly, grateful for the distraction. “What did you have in mind?”

Spencer’s smile widened. “How about a movie? Something light and fun. Or we could read together. Whatever you want.”

“A movie sounds nice,” you said, feeling a bit of the day’s weight lift off your shoulders.

Spencer stood up and headed to the living room, you following closely behind. He picked out a classic comedy, something you both loved, and soon you were curled up on the couch together, the comforting sounds of laughter filling the room.

As the movie played, you felt your anxiety slowly dissipate. Spencer’s arm around you, his presence grounding you, made everything seem a little less daunting. You knew tomorrow would bring its own challenges, but for now, you allowed yourself to relax, to enjoy the moment.

By the time the movie ended, you felt lighter, your mind no longer consumed by the day’s events. Spencer turned to you, a satisfied smile on his face. “Feeling better?”

“Much,” you admitted, leaning into him. “Thank you, Spencer. I really needed this.”

“Anytime,” he said softly, kissing the top of your head. “And remember, you’re going to do great. Just take it one day at a time.”

You nodded, feeling a renewed sense of hope. With Spencer by your side, you knew you could face whatever challenges lay ahead. And as you drifted off to sleep that night, you felt a sense of peace, knowing that no matter what, you weren’t alone.

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Title: Industry Baby

(Criminal minds x reader)

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You never thought you'd end up in the clutches of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit. Yet, here you are, sitting in an interrogation room, the stark fluorescent lights reflecting off the metal table in front of you. The door creaks open, and in walks Aaron Hotchner, his gaze intense, and beside him, Derek Morgan, exuding confidence and curiosity.

You swallow hard, the lyrics of Lil Nas X and Jack Harlow’s “Industry Baby” playing in a loop in your mind. That song had been the anthem of your life for the past year, every beat and verse reflecting your climb in the criminal underworld, the so-called "Industry."

Hotch takes a seat across from you, his eyes never leaving yours. Morgan leans against the wall, his arms crossed, observing you with a mixture of interest and skepticism.

"You know why you're here," Hotch says, his voice steady and commanding.

"Do I?" you reply, trying to match his cool demeanor. "I've been accused of a lot of things. Which one is it this time?"

Hotch slides a file across the table. "You’ve been making quite a name for yourself. Drug trafficking, money laundering, and now, murder."

You lean back in your chair, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. "Murder? That's a new one. What's your proof?"

Morgan pushes off the wall and steps forward. "We’ve got witnesses, fingerprints, and a video that puts you at the scene."

You chuckle softly, shaking your head. "Witnesses can be bought, fingerprints can be planted, and videos can be doctored. Try harder, Agent Morgan."

For a moment, the room falls silent, the only sound being the hum of the overhead lights. Then, Hotch speaks again, his tone softer but no less firm. "You're a smart person. You've managed to stay ahead of us for a long time. But it's time to end this."

You look into Hotch’s eyes, seeing a mixture of resolve and an unexpected hint of empathy. "And why should I trust you?"

"Because deep down, you know this path leads to nowhere," Hotch replies. "You've got talent, intelligence, but you're wasting it. We can offer you a way out."

A way out. The words hang in the air, tempting but dangerous. You've always been the industry baby, rising through the ranks with sheer will and cunning. But the idea of a different life, one where you're not constantly looking over your shoulder, has an appeal you can’t entirely dismiss.

Morgan takes a seat beside Hotch, his expression softening. "Look, you don't have to decide now. But think about it. You've got a chance to turn things around, to use your skills for something good."

You study their faces, searching for any sign of deceit. But all you see is a sincere offer, a glimmer of hope in an otherwise bleak situation.

"Alright," you say slowly. "I'll think about it. But I’m not making any promises."

Hotch nods, standing up. "That's all we ask. We'll give you some time."

As they leave the room, you lean back in your chair, closing your eyes for a moment. The lyrics of “Industry Baby” echo in your mind again, but this time, they don’t feel as triumphant. They feel like a reminder of what you’re leaving behind, and what you might gain.

The door opens again, and this time it’s Emily Prentiss who steps in. She takes a seat across from you, a small, understanding smile on her face.

"You know," she begins, "I've been where you are. Different circumstances, but the same feeling of being trapped."

You raise an eyebrow. "And how did you get out?"

Prentiss leans forward, her eyes locking onto yours. "I found a new purpose. It's not easy, and it takes time. But it’s worth it."

You nod slowly, absorbing her words. Maybe, just maybe, there's a different path for you. One that doesn't end in a prison cell or worse. One where you can use your talents for something better.

As Prentiss leaves, you take a deep breath, feeling the weight of your decisions pressing down on you. The industry had been your life, but perhaps it's time for a new chapter. One where you’re not defined by your past, but by the choices you make now.

With renewed resolve, you stand up, ready to face whatever comes next. The door opens once more, and you step through it, leaving behind the shadows of your former life and stepping into the uncertain but hopeful light of the future.

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