pairings: spencer reid x reader, mentioned penelope garcia x reader
warnings: mentions of being sick (not covid19, that doesn't exist in my fanfics)
about: you're sick.
a/n: this has been in my drafts for SO LONG idk why i didn't post it a while ago but here ya go lol

you stretched out in the bed, a small noise of satisfaction leaving your lips as you blinked awake, looking around the room for your boyfriend. your hand searched the other side of the bed and you were disappointed to find it empty, throwing your legs to the other side of the bed and stepping off.

you peeked your head out of the room, spotting spencer in the kitchen doing something you couldn't see. smiling, you walked over to him, stepping over the books stacked haphazardly on the floor of the apartment, making a mental note to organize them at some point before someone wasn't paying attention and fell.

you wrapped your arms around spencer's waist, leaning against his back. spencer responded immediately, and you could hear the clinking of him putting the top on a pot before he turned so your head was against his shirt. "hey pretty girl," he greeted, and you hummed, nuzzling your nose further into him. "are you feeling better? you slept for almost a day straight."

you only nodded, somewhat surprised that you had slept so much, but it was what usually happened when you got sick. "i can't believe you took the day off to take care of me," you mumbled, finally looking up at him.

"i wanted to make sure you were okay," spencer responded simply, shrugging, and you smiled at him, pressing a kiss to his chest. "thank you, spence," you said truthfully.

you looked over his shoulder to see he was boiling water, spotting the two mugs next to the stove and you realized he was making tea. "you're using the mug penny got you," you noted, grinning. "oh, she's going to be so happy you liked it."

you pulled away from him to walk over to the cupboards, opening one and pulling out the homemade cookies penelope had made for you when she found out you were sick. "i don't know how she makes these so fast," spencer commented, and you nodded, taking one out and putting it in your mouth, making a noise of pleasure when the chocolate melted in your mouth.
"and so good," you mumbled. "she's an angel. there's no other explanation," you decided, and spencer chuckled from beside you, his attention partly on pouring the hot water into the mugs.
you went over to him, container of cookies in your arms.

"don't eat too many," spencer warned halfheartedly, knowing it was no real use. you hmphed, "you say that like you don't dump three pounds of sugar in your coffee every day." spencer only smiled at that, proceeding to pour sugar into his tea.

the mugs were empty and in the sink, promises that you would wash anything that needed washing lulling spencer to the couch. you laid your head on his lap when he finally sat down, only managing a word out about the empty cookie container on the table before you shushed him with a book in your hand. you pouted up at him while he eyed the book between your fingers.

"can you read to me?" you asked quietly, and he agreed silently by taking the book from you, flipping it open and beginning to read. pausing before the second sentence to kiss your forehead, "i love you spence."

"i love you too, y/n."