This is a book of one shots featuring our favorite resident genius, Dr. Spencer Reid.
Here, I have one shots in all categories: Fluff, Angst, & Smut.
Please do not read/engage with my explicit one shots if you are underage.
"Sometimes for an arti...
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Summary: Reader is having the 'unluckiest' day in the history of her life. 'Breaking the ice' with a perfectly handsome stranger leads only to disaster. A/N: So, I've had an idea for a while now, then I saw the list of prompts. *HAPPY THANKSGIVING* Edited: 01/21/2022 Couple: Dr. Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader Category: Fluff. Angst (if you squint). Content Warning: Bad Awkward Flirting. Cursing. Kissing. Word Count: 4.1k
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Wednesday.
Perfect.
Why do you think I can already sense your curiosity at the fact that I've now made it clear that Wednesdays are my least favorite days of the week? Easy.
Wednesdays are when Tall, Dark, and Too Much Sugar usually sits two seats in front of me, with his perfect head of curls, and his obviously expensive messenger bag.
He's been taking this route now for the past three months, and the reason I now hate Wednesdays is because in all those eighty-two days, I have not said one word to him. The perfect man has said exactly nine to me.
"Oh -- sorry, I didn't realize someone was sitting here. I --- Sorry."
Worst part, is that all my dumb butt could manage to do is squeak out a small, meek "Yeah, sorry," back, which I'm sure his ears never heard. So, here I was -- on a fucking Wednesday morning -- sitting on the bench, waiting for my usual stop. I had some late-night Chinese food from the night before, and my fortune cookie was crinkling beneath the clear wrapper in my hand. Fidgeting with it, I managed to open it, cracking the cookie while letting the crumbs fall to the ground below me. Was never one to feel bad for littering and I sure as hell didn't feel like starting that shit now.
