Out Of Sunshine

Out of Sunshine

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Having forgotten your dinner date, Spencer comforts his usually sunshine girlfriend Trope:Fluff & Comfort w.c: 1.2k a/n: been very overwhelmed with responsibilities and wants lately that I just needed to write a self-indulgent fic. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! 💗 masterlist

Spencer’s knock on your apartment door was met with silence. It was a starry Friday night and he had arranged a dinner reservation with you, his girlfriend for a year and a half, to the newly opened French restaurant along the main street. With a certain spring in his step, he settled with Hotch, and by extension the team, that he couldn’t be disturbed unless an emergency case comes in—something he silently wished not to happen. He had also picked up a bouquet of your favorites from the local florist. An array of whites that reminded him of the dress he first saw you wearing at the park.

He knocked again, ears straining to hear anything behind the dark wooden door. There was nothing. He balanced the bouquet on one hand and reached for the phone inside his satchel. It was quite unlike you to not answer the door.

The number you dialed is either unattended—

“Strange,” he muttered under his breath. During his morning phone call with you, a much needed routine to tide him through the macabre of his job, you sounded so excited about the dinner he’d planned and had even promised to wear the same white dress that had plagued his eidetic memory. He chuckled in reply before asking any plans for the day. There was a slight pause on your end, no doubt thinking of ways to pass time before night winds down, and you answer—

The studio, he remembered. You mentioned passing by your art studio to occupy time. He sighed in relief as he enters his vintage blue car parked on the the sidewalk, bouquet placed securely on the passenger seat. The clock on the dashboard tells him there’s still time to make it to the reservation, granted he wasn’t sure if you were ready to go.

A non-descriptive tune played from the radio as he turned left to enter the designated parking space of your studio building. It was a mixture of soft piano keys that sounded like spring and sunshine, both adjectives he loved to use to describe you.

When he finally found the courage to fumble his way in asking for your number, the smile that flashed on your face was blinding. It was as if he stared directly into the sun with little to no protection for his vision.

Over the course of multiple dates, he found himself waxing prose about you in his head. The pinking of your cheeks reminded him of strawberries ripening, so tempting to touch with his own pair of lips. The twinkle in your eyes, full of adoration and trust, made him feel strong and protective—like he was some kind of crow guarding his loot of sparkling treasure. And the bounce in your step wherever you’d go had him envisioning a sprig of wildflowers growing from each footprint, the nymph of his very own Spring.

He let himself in the studio, grateful you’ve trusted him with a spare key. “Sunshine,” he called out.

The light inside the four cornered room was on, windows all open for the paint fumes to escape, and there you were, hunched over an easel, furiously painting without any care of your surroundings.

He called your name, softer this time, as if to slowly ease you out of the artistic trance. The timber of his voice and his sudden presence led you to squeak in surprise, paintbrush dropping on the wooden streaked floor.

“It’s me, sunshine,” he raised his hands in front of him in surrender. “It’s me.”

Your nose scrunched up in question, a streak of blue dried paint on your cheek, adorable. How adorable you were in his eyes.

“What are you doing here?” you bent down to grab the brush before resuming your old position.

“It’s 7:50, love.”

You swiveled to face him, eyes wide in distress. Hands promptly reaching to turn over the faced down phone. “No, no—oh my god, I am so sorry!”

“It’s alright,” he tries to placate you but his words of comfort seem to fall on deaf ears. “Really, it’s alright. It happens to everyone.”

Tears were starting to build up in your eyes. Your hands were wrangling with the apron tied around your waist as you mutter a series of apologies again and again. “I’m sorry. So sorry—we can’t make it to our reservation now, can’t we? Spence, I’m so so sorry. I—I forgot,” a sob escaped from your throat. “I don’t know what to do.”

He puts down the flowers on the nearest available space, your stool, and steps into your space. Filling it with his perfume and warmth meant to comfort you. He could see how distressed you were—rocking on your heels, hands unable to stay put, and lower lip sandwiched in between your pearly teeth.

“Breathe. It’s completely fine, love. No harm done. Really, it’s alright.”

The tears come rushing down, staining your flushed cheeks with its tracks. “It’s not—how could I forget?”

“Sunshine, it’s okay. It happens to all of us and I know you’re quite busy, it’s understandable.”

You burrow into his chest some more, afraid of separating from him and the haven he brings.

He continued on. “I also know you’re overwhelmed, the exhibit is just around the corner and I know how important it is to you, I understand.”

Laying your cheek near his beating heart, you mutter a reply. “It’s really not—I don’t want you to think you’re not important to me too.”

His hands cupped your face to stare into your saddened eyes. Spencer couldn’t see the warmth and brightness that was always present in his sunshine. There was a cloud of rain and doubt covering its’ greatness. He understood no one could always be happy all the time but it bothered him to see you breaking down from stress.

“Shouldn’t I be the one worried about that?” he lightly joked. “I’ve cancelled on dates so many times and did those ever make you feel less important to me?”

“No. Never,” you sniffled.

“Then what makes you say I’d think that, sunshine? I would never, I promise.”

The corners of your lips lifted up to a small smile. There it was, the rays of sun peeking behind the clouds, bringing warmth back to the dark crevices of his being.

“I’m sorry about your shirt,” your lower lip jutting out in a pout. The air of anxiety slowly dissipating around you.

Spencer laughed, noting the tear stained marks littered on his purple button down. “That’s alright. Why don’t we order from your favorite Indian place down the block? We can get your favorites and have our dinner date here instead?”

“You’d be okay with that?”

He leaned in to kiss your temples, taking in the twinkle back in your eyes framed by your wet long lashes and the flush on your cheeks from emotion—good and bad.

For Spencer, you had never looked more beautiful. The reason behind of your breakdown was raw, intimate, and it made him see you in a new light. Heat bloomed in his chest, like a series of red roses, filled with love for you.

“Anywhere with you is good for me, sunshine.”

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Hi thought I'd send in an eddie x reader request if that's okay?? Eddie proposing to reader however he's fairly nervous and all plans go out the window when he sees her coming out of the bathroom or something hair just washed and in her pjs and he thinks it's the perfect moment and proposes right there and then?? Many thanks 😊

I THINK I WANNA MARRY YOU

summary: eddie had spent months planning a proposal, only for him to mess it all up when you come out of his bathroom wearing his clothes.

genre: fluff

pairings: eddie diaz x reader

authors note: i didn’t which eddie it was that you wanted as there was two on my list so if you wanted munson request and i’ll write for him too!!

eddie had already lost too much in his life, after he lost his first wife, the mother of his child, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be lucky enough to fall in love again, he wasn’t sure that he deserved it.

that was until he met you.

he’d had the ring for a while now, he hid it in his pocket and around the house during the months he was planning to propose, buck and the team had helped keep it a secret, which he was glad for.

but all his plans flew out the window when he’d seen you come out the bathroom, using his shirt as a nightie, drying your hair with a towel.

“is chris asleep?” you asked, brushing past him to get into the kitchen, throwing the towel into the laundry hamper.

eddie nods, although you aren’t facing him, you smelt amazing, and it wasn’t the first time he’d seen you like this, but something in his wasn’t willing his body to move.

he loved you so much it hurt him, it consumed him, and also apparently made him unable to function.

“eds?” you mutter placing a hand on his cheek, brushing it softly. “you alright, you’re a little zoned out there.” you chuckle.

he blinks himself back into reality, seeing you smile up at him, you knew him better than he knew himself sometimes, and it scared him, but with the way you were looking at him right now, he knew he wanted it to be like that for the rest of his life.

“i think i want to marry you.”

your breathing stops for a moment, “you- uh, you what?”

“i want to marry you.” he says more confident now. shoving his hand in his pocket, his shaky hands, almost dropping the box, he steps back, and gets one one knee.

“i’ve been planning this for a few months.” the man before you admits. “i never exactly planned to propose to you on our kitchen floor or like this.. but you looked so pretty and i kind of feel a little like im on auto pilot right now.” he rambled.

“but i uh— i never thought i would find love till i met you, i come with a lot of baggage, and you, you took me and chris on, and made me fall completely and utterly in love with you, and i know that i want to spend the rest of my life with you, until we’re old and smelly and with a shit ton of grandkids.” he jokes.

you laugh happily, brushing the hair out of his face.

“will you— marry me?”

you pretend to think for a moment, making the man on one knee a little nervous until you nod profusely, chuckling.

“ofcourse you big idiot.” he grins standing up and kissing you softly, smiling into it. “i can’t wait to sent the rest of my life like this.