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brain: luke has canonically called spencer "spence"

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I Never Learned—God's very simple & Love shouldn't burn pt. 1

I Offered You All That You Yearned

read on ao3 | part 2 (coming soon)

⚠️Content Warnings for this chapter: self-harm, panic attacks, & self-hatred/depreciation ! PART 2 OF THIS FIC WILL INCLUDE: death/dying (major character death), grief, terminal illness, & more ! this chapter can be read as stand-alone, but if you're the type to get invested, and any of these topics trigger you, please consider skipping this story. please read responsibly!

Pairing: Luke Alvez/Spencer Reid

WC: 2.1k

Summary: “You’re right; everything possible will exist in at least one universe, but I don’t think it’s possible to not love you like this, cariño,” Spencer grins, cheeks flushing pink as Luke speaks, heart racing like a lovesick teenager. “And I think any version of me would be crazy not to ask you out.” “Mhm… and what makes you so sure I’d always say yes?” The younger brunette asks as if he can imagine it– them any other way. “Are you saying you wouldn’t?” Spencer shrugs with a smirk. “I don’t know… I had plenty of other options besides the FBI; we could’ve never met.” “I don’t think so,” Luke pulls his partner closer, almost engulfing him in his embrace, enveloping the younger agent in his arms, and Spencer has never felt so safe. “I think we’re inevitable, cariño. I know we are.” - or, 5 times luke proved to spencer that he wasn't going anywhere + the one time he had to leave

Notes: 100% self-indulgent ralvez angst dont mind me also, all posts related to his fic will be tagged with #love shouldn't burn where i'll be yelling about different things i include in this fic

One

“Do you think we’re together in every multiverse?” He asks on the couch one night.

The sun had long since set, TV screen and soft lamps illuminating the space– their space—a home they built together, pictures, books, and figurines filling the gaps in the shelves around Luke’s apartment—starts shining in the clear night overhead.

Spencer doesn’t respond right away, tucked against his boyfriend’s side, book in hand, pausing to recall what’s happening in the show that he’s only half listening to.

“The multiverse theory suggests there’s an infinite amount of universes for every decision ever made. It states that everything that could be possible is in at least one universe.”

Luke smiles as his partner speaks, listening before pulling him closer, pressing a kiss to Spencer’s forehead, murmuring, “Never change, Spence,” softly, adoration overflowing from his lips.

“You’re right; everything possible will exist in at least one universe, but I don’t think it’s possible to not love you like this, cariño,” Spencer grins, cheeks flushing pink as Luke speaks, heart racing like a lovesick teenager. “And I think any version of me would be crazy not to ask you out.”

“Mhm… and what makes you so sure I’d always say yes?” The younger brunette asks as if he can imagine it– them any other way.

“Are you saying you wouldn’t?” Spencer shrugs with a smirk.

“I don’t know… I had plenty of other options besides the FBI; we could’ve never met.”

“I don’t think so,” Luke pulls his partner closer, almost engulfing him in his embrace, enveloping the younger agent in his arms, and Spencer has never felt so safe. “I think we’re inevitable, cariño. I know we are.”

Two

Their apartment is dark when Luke gets home.

He treads carefully, wading through the still silence to turn on a light, frowning as the living room unfolds in the lamplight.

Spencer’s presence, Luke has learned, is loud, and he loves it.

It’s books and papers scattered and stacked haphazardly across floors and surfaces and some constant noise—hums or whistles, music, the TV, audiobooks, anything.

It’s a warmth against his side, curled up with a soft blanket and a book, coffee with too much sugar, and burnt meals but perfect pastries filling their kitchen, Spencer explaining the science of baking while they scrub the charred reminds of their dinner off their last good pan.

And it’s every light in the apartment on, brightness barely holding a candle to the spark in his eyes, a flame burning with brilliance as he speaks, words building new worlds with every idea that Luke could live in forever, listening to his partner until the end of time.

But it isn’t this—an empty living room with Roxy curled up on the couch, alone while she waits for her owner to arrive, the floor devoid of books, files, and dirty dishes, and Spencer’s favorite blanket missing from his reading chair.

“Rox,” Luke’s voice shatters the silence settled over the empty space, barely above a whisper as he speaks, frowning when he finds the lack of life in their apartment. “Where’s Dad, Rox? Where’s Spence?”

The shepherd stands, walking over to him with a sad wag of her tail and a whine, nuzzling Luke’s hand.

“Where’s Spencer, Roxy?”

She paces to the closed bedroom door—which they usually leave open to allow Roxy to come and go as she pleases—whimpering as she sits down.

“Good girl,” Luke whispers, swallowing the lump in his throat as he enters the bedroom, stopping to stare at their made bed in the dark. “Stay here, Roxy. Stay.”

His hand hovers over his hip instinctually, reaching for a gun that isn’t there as his gaze sweeps the room, landing on the light flooding from the crack under the connected bathroom door.

“Spence?”

His heart hammers as he approaches the door, holding his breath as he listens for his partner.

“Cariño? Can I come in?”

It’s silent for another suffocating second, and then:

“Luke?”

“Spence? Baby? Is everything okay?”

A choked sob escapes through the door, and Luke has to stop himself from bursting in, taking a steadying breath while his chest aches.

“Spencer?”

“I’m sorry– Yeah– Yes, you can come in. I’m sorry.”

He takes a tentative step inside, stopping in the doorway at the sight of Spencer curled up in the corner, cradling his arm against his chest with a blood-stained towel wrapped around his wrist.

“Oh, cariño–”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry–”

Luke’s by his side in an instant, immediately pulling his partner into his arms, tucking him against his chest, tears soaking through his shirt.

“Shhh… it’s okay, Spence. It’s okay. I’m not upset. Okay? I love you. It’s okay,” He murmurs a string of reassurances, running a gentle hand through Spencer’s hair while he starts sobbing in earnest, shaking in his boyfriend’s arms.

“‘M sorry. I’m so sorry–”

“It’s okay, cariño; I promise.”

“No, ‘s stupid. ‘S so stupid, and now you’re gonna–”

“No. No. Listen to me. I’m not going anywhere, Spence. I’m not leaving. Okay?”

Spencer spent the first few months of their relationship tiptoeing along the edges, dancing around the other agent, one foot already out the door, terrified of being left behind again and ready to run at the first red flags, especially after Luke learned how stupid his, supposedly genius, brain can be, but it never came.

“I’m not leaving, Spence. I love you.”

Three

“Do you want to get married?”

Luke hits the brakes, just short of slamming them, tires screeching to a stop in the middle of the empty road, his heart hammering as he looks over at his partner, seemingly unphased by everything, and usually, the older brunette would be too, they talk about their future all the time, but–

“Jesus, Spence. You’ve been nonverbal for the past four hours, and you start with that?”

Spencer blinks at him owlishly.

“Well, I’m not proposing–”

“You better not be. I want a candle-lit dinner and a ring,” Luke laughs slightly at his joke as he starts driving again before adding, “That was a joke. Just– maybe not while we’re on a case.”

The younger brunette humors his boyfriend with a sarcastic chuckle, nodding.

“I was just thinking about it; we’ve talked about it, but it’s always been like…” He pauses, searching for the right words. “We’ve been talking about it forever–”

Since their first date, actually.

Luke doesn’t remember how the conversation started—Spencer probably does—but they were in the middle of dinner when–

“Do you want to get married?”

He nearly spat out his wine right there, caught off-guard while his partner apologized profusely.

“But we’ve always talked about it like it’s our future, and now it’s been a few years, and my mom is–” Spencer frowns, shaking his head. “I’m not proposing, and I get if you aren’t ready or don’t want to, but–”

“Yes.”

Spencer freezes, his turn to gape at Luke while the older agent drives, eyes wide and bewildered.

“Yes, I want to get married. Not yes to your not-proposal,” Luke smiles softly, still staring at the road ahead as he takes one hand off the wheel, resting it on his partner’s bouncing leg. “But I will say yes if you beat me to it, Spence; you don’t have to worry about that. I’m all in.”

Four

Luke has always been competitive.

And Spencer likes winning, sure, and he’s never been one to take it slow, but he’s more ambitious, more goal-oriented, rather than focusing on the competition, looking ahead instead of behind.

Luke, on the other hand? Competition is in his blood, so naturally—of course—he beats Spencer to it.

The day starts with breakfast in bed, which Luke eats most of (Spencer has never been a fan of breakfast), and cups of coffee, one with too much sugar and the other iced, lounging in their room, the younger brunette using his boyfriend as his space heater, freezing fingers pressed against his chest.

Then, it’s a walk with Roxy in the park, stopping to play a few chess games—Spencer, predictably, wins all of them, even after going easy on Luke—and the older agent playing catch with his canine while his partner challenged some more advanced players.

And by the Smithsonian, Spencer knows his boyfriend is planning something as he leads Luke through the different exhibits, listening to his partner with lovesickness plain as day across his face, but the genius doesn’t call him out; he’s learned to love Luke’s surprises, even when he sees them coming.

He figures it out while they’re walking through Bishop’s Garden, his heart hammering in his chest as he follows Luke down a secluded path to a stone gazebo, pausing to press a kiss against his partner’s forehead.

“Spence.”

“Luke.”  He smiles, his face flushing red as he leans in for another kiss before his boyfriend steps back, lingering for a second, silently asking for permission.

Spencer nods.

“Yeah?”

I’m all in.

“Yeah.”

And Luke kneels.

Five

Spencer’s ring is silver with delicate details engraved in the material, declaring Luke’s love in three languages inscribed along the inside, and it’s painfully perfect.

“Spence? Are you in there?”

Luke’s is gold, like the sun, shining against his skin, and so simple.

“Cariño? Can I come in?”

It’s a perfect metaphor for their relationship because Luke—the one who picked the silver ring, planned, and proposed—is perfect, and Spencer, genius and all, in comparison, is plain.

Because what good is brilliance if he can’t use it? 

What are the benefits of a genius brain if it spends half its time self-destructing, sending Spencer spiraling on what should be one of the best days of his life, instead, holed up in the bathroom, unable to hear anything over the deafening roar of his racing heart?

“Spencer, I’m coming in. Okay? It’s just me.”

The door opens slowly, Luke slipping through the slight crack and shutting it again, pausing when he finds his partner on the floor in the opposite corner, hands running through his hair, desperate to tug on the roots until everything finally fucking stops.

“Spencer,” The older brunette sits across from him slowly, signing as he speaks, unfocused eyes finding his hands. “What’s wrong? How can I help?”

He shakes his head, fingers making fists, not pulling—yet.

“Come on, cariño–”

Spencer grabs his hand mid-sign with possessed aggression, nails nearly biting his skin as he passes something into Luke’s palm before pulling away as if the contact burns, curling further into the corner with silent cries.

Luke stays still, staring at the silver band in his palm, feeling its warm weight on his hand, hearing how it sounds against his own.

“Okay, Spence,” He speaks softly, still holding the ring protectively as he settles against the opposite wall. “We’ll talk—or sign or write, whatever you need—about this when you’re ready; take a few minutes to let your thoughts settle. Okay? I’ll be here the whole time.”

Spencer doesn’t respond; Luke wasn’t expecting one, letting them lapse into silence, save for the soft sound of the younger brunette rubbing his knuckles together and the occasional hum while he rocks back and forth.

“I’m sorry.”

Spencer’s voice is ragged and forced, exhaustion evident as he speaks.

“It’s okay, Spence,” Luke doesn’t hesitate, still signing his words as he pulls away from the wall to face his partner. “Don’t force yourself.”

Tears well up in the corners of the younger brunette’s eyes, threatening to overflow as he buries his face in his hands, shaking his head.

“Spence–”

“It’s stupid!” He shouts suddenly, sobbing while he grips his hair. “This is so stupid! I– It’s– I can’t–”

“Frustrating,” Luke offers softly, finding the words his partner can’t. “It’s frustrating, Spence, not stupid. You are not stupid.”

“It is! I am! Because I’m a grown man and can’t just be normal. I want to be normal.”

“Normal isn’t real, cariño; it’s made up, just like gender roles and taxes–” That earns him a soft chuckle. “I get that it can be frustrating sometimes, being so smart, but your brain just won’t listen, but you aren’t alone. Okay? Everyone is always here to help, just like you’re always ready to help them, and we–”

Luke takes his hand, kissing his knuckles before slipping the sliver ring back onto his finger.

“We are in this together now, cariño—for better or worse—which means that I will always be here to remind you that being normal is boring, and you can remind me of everything else. ‘Kay?” Spencer nods, smiling as Luke helps him stand, wiping a tear from his cheek. “For better or worse, Spence; it’s us against the world.”

really wanna read some silly ralvez fanfic or smth where like an unsub is stalking and targeting the team, and he decides to go after Luke (and Spencer).

so the unsub just tells the team like "hey i kidnapped the person you love the most," and Luke thinks its probably his gf so the team go check her place for whatever reason (I've watched CM sm yet i somehow dont know what they do sometimes).

then they get there and the gf is.. fine? shes js chilling at home so the team is like "???"

then they start thinking of who the hell the unsub took, cuz hes been stalking the team so he should know abt Lukes gf.

then somehow they figured out they took Spencer (lets say he has time off and thats why hes not with the team) and then the teams even more "????"

blah blah story story idk what happens after byt basically..

unsub: "So.. this guy, he isn't your boyfriend??"

Luke: "No? I have a girlfriend.. yk, the one i live with?"

Unsub: "What? I thought that was your roommate.."

Luke: "???"

IDK I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS AT 3AM AND ITS SO SILLY TO ME 😭 someone for the love of god write something like this idc how short or long it is.

THIS IS INSANELY ACCURATE

literally how i feel too

Rating *Spencer Reid* ships

9/10

Adorable and tbh plausable

10/10

OTP, ULTIMATE POWER COUPLE (GIRLBOSS X MALEWIFE)

3/10

naur, better as friends (and the whole JJ's feeling revealed thing ruined the season)

7/10

Very cute but not very cannon

9.5/10

Totally adorable and very close to cannon

8.5/10

Very hot and could be very cute

THIS IS SO FVCKING GOOOOOD IF SOMEONE DOESNT MAKE A WHOLE ASS SLOWBURN ROMANCE BOOK ABOUT THIS IN THE NEXT THREE YEARS IM THROWING MORE THAN JUST BOOKS (iykyk)

Home Again

Summary: Spencer and Luke are happily married when the world goes to shit. In the chaos, they’re separated. After years, each one presumes the other dead. Until one day.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Luke Alvez

Word Count: 3,564

Warning: Zombie apocalypse shit. Character deaths. 

A/N: This fulfills my apocalypse au square for @cmbingo​. 

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NO IM RIGHT HERE

Am I the only one how ships ralvez

<33 NP SERIOUSLY THO I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS it's like my two fav things together (three if you include ralves) it's a post apocalyptic AND queer romance??!!. so thank you for writing this. also I found irl book that's like this and im getting it asap. :)

Home Again

Summary: Spencer and Luke are happily married when the world goes to shit. In the chaos, they’re separated. After years, each one presumes the other dead. Until one day.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Luke Alvez

Word Count: 3,564

Warning: Zombie apocalypse shit. Character deaths. 

A/N: This fulfills my apocalypse au square for @cmbingo​. 

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this is so good! gave me MOREEEE

dude why is ralvez so underrated i need more content that's wholesome like thiss 😭

blue christmas

Summary: Spencer finds the perfect opportunity to show Luke that he'd like to kick their relationship up a notch.

Pairing: Luke Alvez/Spencer Reid

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: references to Spencer's time in prison, PTSD mention, reference to Spencer's mother's illness, loneliness and Christmas...that being said, this is a happy love filled romantic comfort story.

Read on AO3: blue christmas

Author's Notes: This is my discord Secret Santa gift for @merpancake! It took me out of my comfort zone and I hope I did them justice. You asked for Spencer being the one to make a gesture and boy did he ever! Thank you for challenging me, and thank you for being you. I know you've had a rough year and I hope that this brings at least a small smile to your face. Much love to you my friend! <3 Merry Happy Winter Holidays!

**

It was Penelope’s idea. He kept telling himself that as he stood surveying his apartment, the vintage garland strung up over his prized bookshelves and a small, somewhat bare tree lit up in the corner where his favorite chair should have been. Spencer didn’t like change, and the tree had caused some considerable change but it was the only place he could put it. A lit tree needed to be near a window, on display, and he had to admit that it did look very pretty from the street. Inviting. Warm. Festive. Things that didn’t usually describe his apartment this time of year.

“You don’t have to decorate,” Penelope had said with a smile. “It’s just...you have room, your place is bigger than mine. And we always do this stuff at Rossi’s.”

“Because he has a mansion,” Spencer pointed out with a smirk. She nodded.

“Sure, and that’s fun...but sometimes it’s nice to be a little more cozy.”

What she really meant, he realized, was that his apartment was quiet and sad and more of a place for him to close himself off than anything else. It had always been that way, perhaps, but it was definitely worse since he’d been in prison. She wasn’t wrong.

So, it was Penelope’s idea, and she planned the food and drinks and the Secret Santa exchange...all he had to do was open his door and let everyone in. The decorations came from a box he’d had stashed in his coat closet, way up high, gathering dust. Decorations from when he was a child, things he thought might be lauded as containing poison nowadays but brought back good memories. His mother would put them up even after his father left, she would deck their halls to make him feel something good for the season. And she managed it during the good times and the bad times, it was always something she insisted on. Even if she had never been a fan of the holiday herself, and even if it was the wrong time of year when she did it. More than once he’d woken to Christmas garlands and a full stocking in the middle of July, that was just how it was. And it was okay by him, he’d learned to accept that time didn’t move the same for his mother as it did for everyone else.

And now he was following in her footsteps, throwing decorations over his belongings for the benefit of other people. The garland was shedding all over his floor, scraps of silvery tinsel on hard wood.

Surprisingly, once the apartment was full of twinkling lights and silver garland, it made him smile too. Even the mess was festive.

“Oh, Boy Wonder, you did so good!” Penelope gushed when she walked in, her arms full of bags.

That was how it started, with her oohing and aahing over all of his vintage decorations, over how much space he had, over how many books he had. She’d only been here once or twice before and every time she managed to forget how lovely his place was. Not that she was surprised in the least. It suited him in every single way. “People will be here soon! Are you excited?”

“I uh…” he started, eyes darting over all of the once empty surfaces she’d covered with punch bowls and food trays almost instantly. His apartment looked like a party now. “Yes. Actually. I am.” He was a little surprised to admit that, a little surprised that it wasn’t a lie.

By the time his apartment was full of people, he was regretting it. Just a little. After spending nearly a year locked up, he didn’t do crowds well. They set his nerves on fire and he found himself looking over his shoulder anxiously whether it was warranted or not. In this case, it wasn’t, not even a little...these people were his family...but every movement out of his periphery made his heart jump. He was wishing the party was over and it had barely even begun.

“Secret Santa time!” Penelope exclaimed, waving her arms in the air to get everyone’s attention. “Everyone go find your gift on the table and open them.”

Spencer watched the crush of bodies headed for the little table and waited patiently until it cleared before going and grabbing his, the only one left. He held it close to his chest , unopened, while watching everyone else tear into theirs. Luke in particular.

He’d manipulated his way into being Luke’s Secret Santa, and while that wasn’t strictly against any rules Penelope had laid out he had felt at least a little guilty for ruining the sanctity of random. It was just...they’d been seeing each other casually for a few months, and he’d found himself more than a little bored by it. Not in a way that meant he wanted to stop, but in a way he hadn’t ever really felt before...he was ready to kick it up a notch. Luke looked into the box full of dog toys, little stuffed elves and reindeer and coffee cups and smiled that bright, intoxicating smile that said Spencer had done well. Very well. When their eyes met he mouthed thank you and Spencer could feel the butterflies in his stomach, a warmth that spread from his chest down into his pants. If they were alone right now that smile would be enough to make him drag Luke into the bedroom, it held that much power over him. Instead, Spencer inclined his head briefly, nodding for Luke to meet him in the kitchen.

There, he presented Luke with another gift, one not intended to be opened in front of a crowd. Just a small box he’d been holding in his pocket. An unmarked little white thing with a bright red bow wrapped around it, simple and elegant. “You proposing to me, Agent Reid?” Luke asked with a smirk and a wink. Spencer flushed. That didn’t help that growing warmth in his belly.

“Just open it before I regret it.”

“You never asked my ring size…”

“You know what? I’m taking it back.” Spencer reached out for the box and Luke playfully batted him away.

“Mine,” Luke huffed, delicately untying the bow and popping the lid open. Inside, nestled in a cloudy bed of cotton, was a gleaming silver key. Brand new, freshly cut. Luke grinned. “I’ve always wanted a key,” he said, always the jokester. Spencer reached into his pocket and procured his own keychain, holding up one that matched the key in the box. A little worse for the wear, a little worn down, but a perfect match.

“I’m not sure we’re ready to move in together,” Spencer started, the flush rising from his neck into his cheeks. His skin prickled beneath his wool sweater. “But I thought maybe you’d like to have a key to my place. It’s closer to work, so if you leave late and need a place to crash...or you know...you can just come in. Anytime.”

“Spencer Reid…” Luke said, stepping closer. “Are you sure?” He knew how Spencer felt about his privacy, and how he’d struggled against the PTSD prison left him with. Sharing his apartment in this way felt...well...huge. Unbelievably huge. Luke almost couldn’t believe it.

“I um, yeah. I’m sure. Come here…” he said, grabbing Luke by the hand and dragging him out into the hallway and toward his bedroom. Everyone was so occupied by their gifts and the music that they didn’t seem to notice the two of them had gone missing. “I got you a toothbrush to keep here...and…” he opened a drawer on his dresser, empty where it hadn’t been the day before. “And your own drawer. If you want it.”

“If I want it?” Luke asked, cocking his head to the side. “Spencer…” But he didn’t know the words to adequately sum up how he felt, so he just reached up and hooked Spencer by the back of the neck before pulling him in for a kiss. Spencer tasted like candy canes, his lips sticky from the candy he’d been nervously eating since the party started. Luke had been watching him with the candy cane in his mouth since he’d come in, it was driving him absolutely insane with want. “I love it.”

“You do?” Spencer asked cautiously. “Really?”

“I do. Merry Christmas Spencer,” Luke whispered into another peppermint sugar kiss, this time deeper, hungrier. He was craving candy canes now too.

“Merry Christmas Luke.”

Tag yourself as season 12 criminal minds fans

Hotel room

Luke Alvez x autistic spencer reid Luke and Spencer share a hotel room and Spencer kinda has a meltdown Warning: I'm not autistic myself but have autistic friends and based Spencer's actions on their behaviour

Luke and Spencer are forced to share a room in a higher end hotel. Well, forced is the wrong word. Luke was away when the rooms were booked and therefore only 7 rooms were booked and Spencer offered to share. Or, Luke coaxed Spencer into sharing a room, seeing as they've been together for a little over 2 months. As Luke follows in behind him, he sees all of Spencer's belongings around the room, papers and books everywhere. "Excuse me please" Spencer slips into the bathroom. "Mhm" Luke clears his throat. He knows this is gonna be tough, it's not like they've been fighting or anything but Spencer has a need for his own space. Luke sets his own bag down by the bed. Would it be rude to tidy his book and such? Or would it be a nice thing to do?

Luke quietly gathers his books and papers on the small desk. It's already too late when he remembers Spencer doesn't like having his things moved. Shit! Oh damn it he's the worst boyfriend ever. Spencer's now standing beside him, looking tense. "I'm so sorry Spence. I completely forgot" Luke's first instinct is to reach out and offer comfort, but stops himself, not wanting to make Spencer more tense. He's still in his work clothes, not unusual, a button op, a sweater vest and slacks. Spencer's clicking his nails again. A stim he picked op a few wees ago. When Luke first said he was 'clicking his nails' Spencer looked so confused. But he is! Spencer's taking his thumb and clicking it on his other nails. Spencer's doing it with both hands op by his chest. "Um, it's fine, it's fine" He repeats in a mumble and blinks a few more times then normal. Luke gulps, okay, redirect. Redirect the nervous energy away from a meltdown. Luke shakes his head lightly. "It's not"

"Yeah no, it's not" Spencer speaks more loudly, not yelling but loud enough to hear him clearly. "I'm very sorry" Luke repeats, stepping away from the desk, facing Spencer but not looking directly at him. "Can i make it better?" Luke asks, folding his hands in front of himself. Spencer seems nervous, he runs both hands over his face before continuing to click his nails. "Mhmm" Spencer hums in frustration, leg now bouncing. Okay, Luke thinks, a meltdown is coming. "Uh, umm.. Do you have anything cold?" Spencer ask, waving his hands in front of his chest. Luke thinks. Okay cold, waving hands. Spencer wants something cold to hold. Cold, something cold to hold. He'd brought a soda! Down at the store before coming back to the hotel, it's still cold. "I do, I'm gonna get it okay?" Luke says, informing Spencer of his movements. Spencer nods a few times. Luke grabs the unopen and cold can of soda from his bag. He sets it on the desk instead of handing it to him. "This should be cold"

Spencer snatches it from the desk and Luke looks at the floor, letting Spencer know he's not going to force any eye contact or touch. "Can i do anything else?" He asks gently, watching Spencer's feet move across the room to the bed. "Um, can you, uh, I'm sorry Luke" Spencer's voice breaks and he begins to cry quietly. Luke walks to him, siting beside him but not touching him. "There nothing to be sorry for" Luke says, forcing his eyes on his feet. As much as he wants to look at Spencer, he doesn't want to make him more tense. "I, mhmm. I, Hold me? tightly?" Spencer asks, breath hitching. Luke wraps his arms around Spencer's waist, leaving his arms free to stim. "Tighter?" Spencer asks, shallowing hard. Luke does. "Thank you..." Spencer breaths, pressing the soda can to his neck, then face, then rolling it on his arms, down his legs before pressing it to his forehead for a bit.

Luke and Spencer sit there for a while, Luke waiting for Spencer to ask to be let go and Spencer waiting to feel better. "Luke?" Spencer asks, setting the can aside. "Yes?" Luke answers, careful not to alter his hold in any way. "I'm sorry, i just..." Spencer shakes his head. "I'm listening" Luke reasures.

"I know you've stayed at my place before and sharing a space isn't new, it's still new because at my place, it's mine, and i have the final say in where things ago, and here, it's a shared space and I'd already gotten settled and then you move my things and, it's not a big deal but I've had a really overstimulating day and it was just the last thing to tip the tower over" Spencer explains in a rushed voice.

"Okay, i hear you Spence, i hear you. Why don't you leave your things were they were before i came, and I'll find a place for my things if i need it. Sounds good?" Luke asks, still holding him tightly. Spencer nods. "Yeah, I'd like that" He says, nodding again. Luke smiles, okay, that wasn't hard to handle, there was no pacing or hitting anything, just stimming, a cold pressure, and touch. "Hey, deep breath in" Luke coaxes gently. Spencer draws in a deep breath. "Good, hold for 3 seconds" He continues, feeling Spencer's chest rise. "1, 2, 3, and let go" Luke guides gently, watching as Spencer breaths out and he's chest falls. "Good, again?" He asks. Spencer nods. "In" Spencer draws in another breath. "1, 2, 3, and out" Spencer shakes slightly as he breaths out.

"Thank you" Spencer mutters, leaning back into Luke's hold. "Wait, off, get off" Spencer yelps. Luke lets go and sits back. "My clothes, my clothes are, uncomfortable, icky" Spencer shakes his hands slightly before rushing to get his vest off, but his hands are shaking too much to get it off. "Do you want help Honey?" Luke offers. Spencer throws his hands out to his side, panting. "Yes please" He says. "Okay, I'm gonn-" "Please just get it off!" And that's how Spencer ends op in his boxers next to a fully dressed Luke. "Hey, feel my shirt, is it okay? Can it touch you?" Luke asks, offering his arm to Spencer. He brushes his fingers over the fabric before flattening his hand on it. "It's, oh it's nice" Spencer's feeling op his arm and Luke lets him.

Before Luke is fully aware of it. He's on his back on the bed with Spencer laying atop him, feeling his shirt. Luke's got his arms wrapped around him firmly but not tightly as Spencer traces his hands over the soft fabric. "it's cotton right?" Spencer asks, briefly snuggling into Luke's shoulder. Luke thinks for a second. "Yes, it's 90 or 100 procent cotton" Spencer mumbles off a few facts about cotton and some safe fabrics for him. Luke knows them before he even starts, cotton, satin, and slik. Almost every shirt Luke owns is one of those three so that Spencer can snuggle into him. Spencer looks op at him, and Luke almost melts. He's smiling, eyelashes still wet, lips pressed together in a cute smile. "Mhmm?" Luke questions, gently petting his hair. "I love you" Spencer says quietly, Luke smiles. "I love you too Spence" Luke reasures, gently toying with Spencer's hair.

Spencer rests his head on Luke's chest, and Luke grazes a hand down his back. "You okay?" Luke asks, tracing small circles on Spencer's skin. Spencer nods and yawns, snuggling op to his boyfriend. "Tired huh?" Luke asks, still tracing circles on his skin. Spencer nods. Luke debates telling Spencer to move so that he can change over just letting him fall asleep on him and for Luke to sleep in his work clothes. Luke decides he's slept in worse, and let's Spencer settle down for sleep. Luke reaches over and turns off the reading light. Luckily that was the only lightly on in the room.

Spencer snuggles close to Luke's neck, sending a shiver down his spine. "Spence?" Luke murmurs gently, brushing a hand down his hair. Spencer hums lightly. "Is this okay?" Luke asks, continuing to trace small circles on his back. Spencer nods and hums in agreement.

Luke doesn't stay awake for long, neither does Spencer.

Chewelry

Luke knows he saw Reid putting something in his mouth, at first he thought it was a breath mint, but what mints come in a round blue container? None.

They've been together for a few months and well Luke is aware of Spencer's, special behaviour, and the fact that he has an autism assessment in a week. On the next Wednesday. Luke tries his best to susport him and what he needs but it's hard when Spencer won't tell him because he's embarrassed.

Luke get's in the drives seat, glancing and hoping to spot the blue thing. "Ready to head back to the office?"

"Actually, would you mind dropping me at the metro?" Spencer cutches his bag close to himself. Luke's demeanor takes a dive. "Of course Spence, are you sick?"

"No..." Spencer mumbles, rocking back and forth slightly

"Hey, tell me what's wrong" Luke coaxes gently, locking the car so they won't be bothered. Spencer whimpers a bit, bouncing his leg. "I just...need to go home"

"I can drive you home, why would you wanna take the metro?"

"I just, need to be alone"

"Spencer, anything you need to do to feel better, you can do around me" Luke promises. Spencer bounces his leg a bit more, looking uneasy. "Promise?" Spencer grabs for Luke's hand and Luke gives it to him to hold. "Promise Spence" Luke says again, gently squeezing his hand.

Spencer pulls out a chewable necklace and begins to chew. Luke does his best to not react, only starting the car to take Spencer home. Sure it's, unusual. But if it helps, then it helps and that's all that matters. Plus, it's harmless, and a lot of Spencer's other self soothing isn't. Spencer's leg is bouncing restlessly as Luke drives. That in is self is not uncommon, but the fact he isn't rocking, not even slightly, is very different. So the, chew thing, is helping.

"How long have you kept that from me?" Luke tries to stop the question, but it comes out anyway. "A month and fourteen days.." Spencer admits, looking down, the chewable necklace still in his mouth.

"And what just is it cariño?" Luke asks gently, turning down the street to Spencer's apartment. Spencer doesn't answer right away, and Luke doesn't press, maybe he's gone non-verbal again.

"C-chewelry"

"What?"

Spencer whimpers and Luke squeezes lightly his hand "I'm not mad, just confused, i don't know what that is..... Do you need some quite?" Luke half whispers as they drive into Spencer's parking space, the parking space that is basically Luke's now. Spencer makes a light humming noise that Luke takes as a yes. So he shuts op. Helping Spencer out of the car isn't always easy, as his body sometimes just freezes op for hours. Luke smiles as Spencer gets out without a tug or a little reassurance. He simply follows Spencer op into his apartment.

By the time Spencer's gotten into more comfortable clothes and his body feels like his own again, Luke's made his bed op for him to rest. "Come on" Luke gently takes Spencer's arm, leading him into bed. Luke's sure he's worn out by now and while he sometimes thinks he's treating him like a child, Spencer's ever protested to the princess treatment. Spencer slips into bed, the chewelry still tucked away in his mouth. Luke would have thought he'd have given it op by now, but he's doesn't mind. It's actually pretty cute.

Spencer's eyes are half closed, Luke still has no clue why or how Spencer got overwhelmed today, but does it really matter? He'll ask him tomorrow. For now, Luke tucks himself in behind Spencer, holding the extremely tired man in his arms.