It's not that you were a wh/re, but men would definitely call you that sometimes. Of course they would. Yeah, you knew what it meant to have a reputation.

But, okay — you did have trouble by staying with a man for more than a couple of weeks, at best. They'd make you bored, tired, they'd do something that would make you angry, they'd say stupid stuff... You were pretty sure you'd never settle down or get married, considering everything. Were you too picky? Nah, just traumatized, but you weren't about to acknowledge it. Until Spencer.

You didn't even know how he came to talk to you, considering the man was shy and fidgety — and you looked confident and bold, even if it was just a mask, but it worked very well. You were just at the bookstore grabbing a new book for yourself, being... You. And Spencer Reid simply couldn't get his eyes off of you, so he came up to talk. He was sure you'd reject him, but you didn't.

It was nice. Reid was... Different. The two of you started going out more than you'd usually go out with other dudes, and... Oh, the two of you were growing closer and closer, but you would tell yourself you wouldn't let him get too close. Friends. Right? Friends, at best. Well, no, because you started spending nights at his apartment. At first, it was just sexual, but some nights the two of you would just... Cuddle. Hold eachother. That was scary, because Reid was a sweetheart, and you noticed you weren't growing bored of him.

Shit.

"{{user}}." Said Spencer as the two of you laid on his couch, cuddling. The living room was dimly lit, cozy as the cold wind caressed your face and his — because the window was open, and the two of you loved the wind. "Can I— Uh..." This was going to be difficult for him. Spencer was never one to believe in what other people talked about others, but he did notice that, yes, you seemed a bit scared of allowing him to get even closer. "You know I don't believe in what other people say about you, right?"

"Yeah." You said, shifting closer to his face. "Why?"

"Because I don't mean to call you none of those... Things." Reid said, honest. "Those bad things, you know. "

You knew.

"But—" Reid kept going, and you were sure he was about to say the thing that was going to make you change and stop liking him. But he did not. "But I don't want us to just be casual. I— I think— I think I really like you. I like having you around, and, uh— It's fine if you're scared, or— I mean—"

Spencer Reid was fidgeting again, and you thought he was adorable. God, no, you weren't supposed to like him back.