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'98 | england | fanfic writer | criminal minds & matthew gray gubler enthusiast

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ᯓ✦∘˙ spencer reid

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ recs

⊹ ࣪ ˖ my petite protégée ┃@somethingubercool

Y/N is new to the BAU and works under Garcia. she finds herself being able to see something in the case no one else does, impressing the team, including a specific doctor

⊹ ࣪ ˖ books and notes┃@galaxy-siren

During movie night with Derek and Garcia, Spencer’s neighbor returns a book she borrowed and leaves a note inside it asking Spencer to dinner.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ hands on learning┃@wrenreid

Spencer Reid’s best friend pays him a visit in DC. She meets his coworkers and they spend quality time together while she’s in town. But their friendly dynamic changes with he asks her a question she was not expecting.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ sweet sweet relief┃@literaila

⊹ ࣪ ˖ better hold your breathe┃@nikoruistyping

You had hoped to have a nice normal morning but its nothing but normal at the BAU and next thing you know you end up locked in the Evidence Room with none other than Spencer Reid, your coworker and crush. As time passes Spencer starts to have a panic attack and there was only one thing you could think of to help stop it...

⊹ ࣪ ˖ chlorine kisses┃@chrisevansleftpeck

⊹ ࣪ ˖ decoy┃@violetrainbow412-blog

when you go after an unsub who catches students making out, the unit is called upon to resort to desperate measures. Or in other words, where you and Spencer become the decoy to catch a voyeur.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ emergency room┃@violetrainbow412-blog

Spencer forgot to mention that you're still his emergency contact. You wouldn't have had a problem with it if you weren't his ex of over a year and the hospital took you out of the bed because he had a car crash

⊹ ࣪ ˖ amidst the chaos┃@a-simple-gaywitch

Spencer and (Y/N) didn't get along, and it annoyed the whole BAU. But when a traumatized (Y/N) shows up at Spencer's apartment late one night, their whole relationship shifts

⊹ ࣪ ˖ jobs on the line┃@thegettingbyp2

⊹ ࣪ ˖ bang my line┃@daddydotcom

You're Penelope Garcia's first intern, and you learn a lot more from her than just her technical skills.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ carriage six pt2 platform ten ┃@avis-writeshq

Spencer Reid prides himself in his routine. Wake up at half-past six. Leave his apartment at a quarter past seven. Get onto the seven thirty train. Arrive at Quantico at eight forty five. He has a plentiful of reasons as to why he does it; it’s efficient, it gets him to the office early, it works. But the biggest reason is the girl that always sits in the seat a few rows across from him, headphones on and always reading a book. 

⊹ ࣪ ˖ more than words┃@reiderwriter

After telling a white lie to your family about your relationship status, you’re forced to beg your coworker Spencer to pretend to be your boyfriend for a weekend wedding

⊹ ࣪ ˖ pt1 pt2┃@reiderwriter

pining spencer reid and bau!reader who are brushing up on some hand to hand combat

⊹ ࣪ ˖ two geniuses (a vacancy gone wrong) ┃@misserabella

you get a couple of days off, so you decide to spend them on a california hotel. except things start to go wrong when you meet spencer there. and later on, when you find yourself with cuffs around your wrists. there might be a killer whose obsession revolves around you. and he seems to have focused on reid as well

⊹ ࣪ ˖ two geniuses (don’t get along) ┃@misserabella

spencer reid; doctor spencer reid. some of them (mostly of them), would say he’s a genius. but if he was, then so you were. maybe that’s why you hate each other. maybe that’s why you can’t stand him.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ drunk words are sober thoughts ┃@rufflebuttercup

spencer’s been, uncharacteristically, ignoring you all day, and you’re determined to find out why. it can't be anything bad, right?

⊹ ࣪ ˖ take my breath away┃ @atlabeth

you help spencer train for his fitness exam. he kind of just wants to kiss you.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ stripped bare┃@foxy-eva

After a mishap at work Spencer and Reader end up in the shower together – and things get heated. 

⊹ ࣪ ˖ white lies┃@violetrainbow412-blog

you meet Spencer thanks to a nice coincidence and you become recurring chess partners, but he leaves out a small detail

⊹ ࣪ ˖ the boy next door┃@a-simple-gaywitch

(Y/N) (L/N) and Spencer Reid have been best friends nearly all their lives. Everyone in their lives can see how head-over-heels in love with each other they are. The only ones that can’t? Themselves.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ you are smarter than me┃@call-mi-jinx

there's a competition between you and reid about who is smarter than who. when he finally confesses something y/n can't get it out of her head so confronts reid about it.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ in the blink of a lens┃@alsofoundinpeas

When Spencer Reid finally succumbs to technology and gets a smartphone, he takes a tentative step into the digital world by sending his best friend (and colleague) Y/N a picture. What starts as an innocent attempt to embrace modern tech leaves Y/N flustered

⊹ ࣪ ˖ sweet dreams┃@foxy-eva

You fall asleep on Spencer on the way home after a long case

⊹ ࣪ ˖ accidents┃@tinystarbites

during a long case away, Spencer accidentally sees Reader's nudes on her phone and can't cope because he is a MESS for reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ I wish I knew you wanted me┃@irndad

spencer got asked out by reader 5 years ago, when he was recovering from his dilaudid addiction, and turned her down. now, he's in love with her, and pining for her

⊹ ࣪ ˖ twenty questions┃@viaisms

penelope accidentally mentions that someone has a crush on you, she can't say who it is but you make it into a game so she can

⊹ ࣪ ˖ on your shoulder┃@reidswhre

based on the episode of "the office" where pam falls asleep on jim's shoulder

⊹ ࣪ ˖ hotel room reservations┃@posh--bee

While on a case, you have to not only share a hotel room but also a bed with the BAU's resident genius Spencer Reid whom you have had a crush on since he first joined the FBI. When you wake up during the night with his arms wrapped around you, previously hidden feelings come to light and you realize that your unrequited feelings for him might not be so unrequited after all.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ it’s been a long time coming┃@reidsflwr

back in high school you used to have a crush on spencer and now you got to work together.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ if you feel it chase it┃@auroralwriting

Spencer x reader twister au. Storm chasing was the intent, falling in love was not.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ I’m stupid do me┃@tjwritesdanfics

Frustration and zoning out can lead to interesting things.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ it takes two┃@g0dlyunsub

spencer deals with a lot on the field, but nothing can prepare him for when he’s stuck inside a locker with you.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ that wasn’t fake┃ @aperrywilliams

You're shy and reserved. Spencer has a crush on you, and unbeknown to him, you have a crush on him. Maybe the cat can get out of the bag when you have to step aside of your comfort zone to catch an elusive unsub.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ my lover boy┃ @aperrywilliams

You think something is going on with Spencer, something beyond friendship. But you start to question it when a case in LA pushes Spencer to spend time with Lila Archer.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ love me until I love myself┃@catsushizz

Spencer got used to his life consisting of books and the BAU he had never truly viewed the prospect of love but when you came it all just clicked.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ clueless┃ @januaryembrs

Spencer's got a crush, too bad you're entirely clueless to his dilemma

⊹ ࣪ ˖ new kid┃ @fandomscombine

It’s your first day at the BAU and meeting the team. The team is surprised with how you’re hitting it off with a certain Doctor but what they don’t know is that a bigger surprise is yet to come.  

⊹ ࣪ ˖ the joys of a workplace relationship ┃ @miley1442111

a new addition to the team causes some very strange conversations to be had- and a very embarrassing moment for both spencer, and you.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ bane of my existence ┃@januaryembrs

Spencer hates you, and you hate him, until it comes to protecting each other in the field

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Neighbourhood beauty┃ @boldlyvoid

Penelope is hosting Christmas at her apartment this year, she invites everyone... Including her new neighbour, who is exactly Spencer's type.

[rufflebuttercup]

mum i made it into a rec list !! tysm

[rufflebuttercup]

one year and i've posted two fics lol

[georgiewritess]

southern charm (chapter 4)

olivia never knew what steady meant. she never knew what it meant to feel secure with another person, always looking for exit routes before things caught up to her. olivia never knew real love, and she certainly didn't expect to find it deep in new orleans on the search for her birth parents. pairings: olivia barlow x william lamontagne jr. warnings: will haters dni. oc x character.

"that's not even remotely - what?" olivia asks with a laugh, holding the phone to her ear with her shoulder as she prepared her dinner. on the other end of the phone, will chuckled deeply, stirring his own noodles. "you just make stuff up for the fun of it, lamontagne."

"now, now, that ain't entirely true." will chimed in. "you seriously think i can't predict what you're makin' for dinner every night by now? you're like a broken record if a broken record could cook."

olivia smiled, putting the lid on the pot to allow the water to boil; her hand now coming up to hold her phone. "okay, sue me. i like a routine."

"routine shmoutine," will grinned from ear to ear, placing his wooden spoon down on the counter. he then heard olivia take in a breath. "i bet i can guess what-"

"was that just your accent or-"

"'were you trying to be funny?' will finishes her sentence. "see! predictable. you, mockin' my accent like that. spice thing's up for once, yeah?" he teased.

olivia walked over to the couch, sitting down and pulling her knees to her chest. the pair of them had been talking on the phone at least once a week since the case in new orleans, though now it was more like every night. even when olivia was elsewhere on a case, at night she'd still call will and they'd talk until they had ran out of things to say. then, they'd lay quietly, just enjoying the presence of another person before they either found something else to talk about, or until one of them fell asleep.

usually olivia.

they'd learnt a lot about each other in just a couple of months, almost to the point where they didn't really need to talk everyday. they just enjoyed it.

will had learnt all about olivia's family and what her life had been like growing up in a similar state to new orleans, though her accent would never give that away. he listened as she spoke about her time in school, what inspired her to join the fbi and the plans she had for her future. the thing that shocked him most was finding out she could play piano, though she hadn't touched one in years. he had never thought musical talent was something he looked for in a woman until she mentioned that fact, and now he couldn't stop thinking about her sat in her apartment, playing the piano. preferably, for him.

in return, olivia had listened to will talk about his upbringing, his deathly fear of the dewbacks from star wars (which he claimed was a totally valid fear for a child to have), and the silly little traditions his family had while he was growing up - like, how after a trip to england, his parents adopted the tradition of christingle. will had never entirely understood it, but he appreciated the religious sentiment.

more importantly, olivia learnt about billy's. apparently, when his career in the forces hadn't yet quite taken off, will's father had opened and ran a dive in bar in new orleans and served up the best chicken in town. will claims there had even been a mechanical bull and that every friday and saturday night, there would be competitions to see who could stay on the longest. whoever could won a lifetime supply of bill's famous chicken as well as a free beer on every visit. perhaps not the best business idea, but will's father had been all about the locals and keeping them happy. his dream wasn't the dive in bar, that had just been a fun side gig.

he had sold the bar a few years later, not long after will was born, opting to dedicate his time to his now fast-paced career and family.

"he still cooked that damn chicken near every night, though." will had told her. "sometimes i think he loved those birds more than me."

it was then that olivia found out not only had will grown up with a couple of dogs to keep him company, but a backyard full of chickens. whether or not his father used them for his chicken, olivia didn't know. she didn't really want to find out, but it was a cute anecdote. she could imagine little will getting up at a decent time of the morning, his parents forcing him to learn responsibilities by collecting the eggs and helping his father make breakfast in bed for his mother.

considering she had never met will's father, she felt as though she knew a lot about him. will spoke fondly of him a lot of the time but it didn't surprise her. he sounded like a wonderful man and the way he had died did not reflect the wonderful life he had lived.

olivia hadn't thought about it much at the time, being too busy trying to profile and catch the jack the ripper like unsub in new orleans, but the more will spoke about his father, the more he opened up about his death. most importantly, how will had still been on the phone when his father took his last breath.

it made sense; will had been speaking with him when the storm came rolling in, pleading with him to evacuate - begging for his father to choose to live. no one would have been able to anticipate that the blowing tree would cause structural damage to the house. damage olivia had seen in person.

william lamontagne senior didn't die slow, but will was sure he suffered. he could hear his strangled breaths after the phone had flown out of his hand, landing somewhere near his desk, not far away enough for will to have been able to pretend his father survived. will had told olivia, several times, that he knew his father was dead before he even took his last breath.

it was a harrowing thought. one olivia didn't like to think about. one will couldn't help but think about when he lay awake at night in the dark, wondering if the pit in his stomach would ever go away; if god would ever answer his prayer and shut his mind off for just a minute. will had always been a religious man but he hadn't prayed to god since he was a child in church. now, he felt like all he did was close his eyes, clasp his hands and pray that a force bigger than himself could somehow fix everything.

he knew it was stupid. will, rationally, knew there was no bringing his father back. he knew there was no taking away the pain they all felt. but, if god could hear him, will prayed he'd send something his way.

perhaps that's why he was more than happy to have olivia's company every night, even if she wasn't there in person. her wit, her laughter, her mere presence was enough to calm the storm within him. a friendly ear never went amiss and as thankful as he was for olivia, olivia was thankful for will. he was a sense of normality in her otherwise chaotic and almost lonely life.

"you know, will." olivia began, her eyes flickering over to the open curtains in the living room, letting in the slight bit of light left in the sky. "sometimes i think you put on that accent just to be different."

she was joking and it seemed will knew that, a deep laughter erupting from within him. it brought a smile to olivia's face which remained even as he disputed it.

"you got some snark on ya, huh, missy?" will teased, putting his phone on speakerphone and placing it down on the counter so he could continue cooking his noodles.

olivia shrugged - to herself - before standing up and walking back over to her kitchen. "what're you doing tonight?" she asked, opening the fridge and taking out a bottle of wine.

"thinkin' about bookin' tickets to see that new movie. it'll take me all night to decide if i'm bothered to go, you know me." olivia smiled at that.

"what's the movie?"

"chicken little." he answered with a small smile. olivia laughed at that. "i'm kiddin'. i'm savin' that one for when you come down."

"oh, you're gonna force me to watch that?"

will chuckled quietly. "maybe. but anyway, it's that new one out. a history of violence. pete said about seein' it and, i don't know, might be nice to do something at the weekend for once."

olivia was still stuck on his previous sentence. i'm saving that one for when you come down. of course they'd spoken about seeing each other again, but it was usually in passing with no plans of any kind. but, even if he was joking, will had spent more than a second thinking about what film he could watch with her, and it sent her stomach into a frenzy.

"sounds gruesome," she commented. "that's the one with ed harris, right?" will hummed in agreement. "you should go see it. then you can tell me if it's any good. i might give spencer some payback for making me watch all those korean films."

will laughed softly and nodded to himself. "yeah, okay then. what about you? any plans?"

olivia sighed somewhat blissfully. "same, kinda. i'm not meant to be working so from tonight, i can enjoy a quiet weekend in. maybe get some more painting done." her gaze shifted to her guest bedroom. she had been in the process of renovating it - probably not for a roommate, but it was handy to have prepared in case anyone needed to stay over.

will hummed. "sounds rivetin'. you nearly done with the room?"

"nearly, yeah! i wanna wallpaper one of the walls, just try and liven it up a bit. i do need to buy a new dresser for it too but i'm not so pressed on time for that."

"damn," will muttered. "you sortin' out a room in case someone decides to stay over an' i've had the same dresser since i was a baby."

olivia grinned, shaking her head. "you're such a guy."

"yeah, no doubt about that." he looked down to his phone on the counter and sighed as the little screen lit up. he picked up the phone, taking it off speakerphone and holding it against his ear again. "hey, listen. my momma's callin'. can i call you back later?"

"yeah, course. i hope she's alright." olivia spoke gently, placing her small glass of wine down on the counter as she walked to the stove. will hadn't mentioned too much about his mother but she got the feeling his parents separated when he was a teenager and he gravitated towards his father. though, after hurricane katrina, olivia knew he had been spending more time with his mother.

"yeah, yeah. she's fine. think she's just not sure what to do with herself. must be weird, you know? she always did love my daddy, even when he didn't deserve it." will bit on the skin on the inside of his cheek, leaning against the counter. "but, never mind. what do i know?" he teased, and olivia chuckled quietly. he knew she didn't know what to say. he didn't expect her to have the answers, although that would have been nice in a perfect world.

in a perfect world, she was here, helping him navigate this. in a perfect world, he wouldn't have feelings for a woman thirteen hours away.

"talk to you later?" olivia spoke, glancing at the clock in her kitchen.

"yeah, later. bye, liv."

💌 just a lil filler chapter because uhmmmm ya'll saw the episode synopsis right?? not on. but it's given me a little more motivation to get all my thoughts about this silly fake couple on tumblr-paper and give them the happy ending cm writers could never. but me having to be creative and actually come up with things that don't revolve around the main case? yikes. sidenote! i see it's usually the same wonderful folks even taking their time to read these silly little things so if any of you wanna be tagged in future, lmk! @rufflebuttercup you get a tag because without you i wouldn't have even started writing them <3

[rufflebuttercup]

everyone shut up my favourite show is on

[georgiewritess]

southern charm (chapter 2)

olivia never knew what steady meant. she never knew what it meant to feel secure with another person, always looking for exit routes before things caught up to her. olivia never knew real love, and she certainly didn't expect to find it deep in new orleans on the search for her birth parents. pairings: olivia barlow x william lamontagne jr. warnings:  will haters dni. oc x character.

in a little over year, olivia had made no progress. nothing stuck. no hint of her family led her to anywhere other than disappointmentville. it had been a colossal waste of time, as she had told her boss, but aaron was quick to shake his head at her and remind her of how the world worked.

nothing fell into your lap just because you asked for it enough times; not unless you believed in the power of manifestation to the point where you became morbidly delusional. olivia had decided she wasn't quite there yet but in no way shape or form did she want to dedicate the time to finding her birth parents. perhaps mary had been right. maybe they never wanted to be found. wasn't that kind of the whole point?

as if the universe was playing a cosmic prank on her, her job had led her to new orleans once more. it was as dreary as the last time she had been here, though only with an increased impatience.

the moment they had stepped off the jet, olivia made a beeline for the hotel, opting to sleep until the morning came around. spencer others followed, not wanting to engage in the drinking habits the team had developed over their time together; instead bidding a goodnight to them all and retreating into his books.

olivia knew what was getting her so worked up and it wasn't the memory of why she had been here before, more so who had left a lasting impression.

when the sun pushed through the curtains and disturbed her rather peaceful slumber, olivia knew she would have to face the music. the music being a southern accent with a man attached to it. the mere thought made her chuckle quietly to herself as she made her way downstairs to the team.

olivia never minded crime scenes. there was usually never anything majorly sinister about them, aside from a dead body, but she had done well to compartmentalize that fact. but here they were again, hovering over a cold body as they attempted to begin working on theories. and cause of death.

"where's the detective leading this case?" olivia asked, instantly looking over her shoulder as a familiar voice surfaced. her eyelids blinked rapidly for a second as she stood, her finger coming up to nervously itch the side of her nose. how did she play this cool?

"right here. sorry. had to send a couple guys home. after the hurricane we're pretty much running on fumes." will spoke, offering jennifer a smile. his eyes then looked beside her, his lips curling upwards slightly. "didn't think i'd see you here again so soon." he commented, causing jennifer to look between them.

"you guys know each -"

"kind of. yeah, no." olivia cut jj off with a small shrug, instantly cringing at how obvious she was being. though, she offered will a flat smile before turning back to the body, crouching beside it.

jennifer's eyebrows darted up at olivia's behaviour, but she said nothing of it, shifting in front of will and holding her hand out. "jennifer jareau, we spoke on the phone."

"ah, yes. bill lamontagne." he held out her hand to shake it. jennifer was happy to accept but then offered him a sad smile. olivia's brows furrowed as she heard him introduce himself. bill?

now it was all starting to make sense. jj had told them the previous detective had passed away during hurricane katrina. only now, as jj continued to speak, it clicked in her mind. the man will had been joking about being his father and his boss - he had been the lead detective. and bill lamontagne was will.

olivia internally groaned. how had she been such an idiot? for a profiler she was sure good at missing the obvious.

"i'm so sorry to hear about your father. he'd be proud to know you were carrying on his work." jennifer smiled, dropping his hand.

olivia, despite now crouching down to the body, listened intently to their conversation. "yeah, well. you know. the hurricane got a lot of people. my daddy was too stubborn to ever ask for help, didn't wanna make the same mistakes he did." will cleared his throat, turning his attention to the group as jennifer introduced them all. will crouched down beside olivia, inspecting the body once more.

"the bau didn't tell you this was my case?" he asked quietly, using his hand to gently tilt the head of the victim, as if inspecting.

"yeah, i knew. i mean, i heard." olivia responded, sparing him a glance before quickly shifting her eyes away. will bit back a smile but quickly shook every thought away.

it didn't take long for them to start mulling over theories, pointing out the current, poignant smell of alcohol on him.

"there's somethin' i think you guys should see, back at my dad's. been tryin' to figure it out but it's no use to me. would be good to get a fresh pair of eyes on it." will turned to look at the team, his hands in his pockets.

"barlow, jareau, go take a look. we're gonna head to the victim's house." gideon pointed and olivia nodded, pushing herself to stand up.

"when i first started as a cop, i worked the quarter." will began speaking, leading the women through the now destroyed house. "it's like being in the riot squad every night. every sunday i'd get off work around sunrise, i'm ready to pass out, my daddy would be waiting for me at my house. make me drive him uptown to frankie and johnny's for poorboys. called it communing with new orleans." will smiled faintly at the memory, carefully stepping over rubble. it was evident he had attempted to clean up after his father's death, likely due to whatever he was about to show them.

"was there anything else about the case your dad told you? anything we should know?" olivia asked, following behind him. she glanced to jj and pointed down to the floor, as if warning her of a trip hazard. jj quickly stepped over it and they made their way into the living room.

"he tried to, but you should see for yourself."

will took them over to one of the walls with jones written on it. "the wall is still standin' right where daddy carved a message, probably right before he died. there's no doubt he's still working beyond the grave."

"jones. does that name mean anything to you?"

will sighed, pushing his hands into his pockets. "no. i ran it through the database against every offender in new orleans. and you can imagine how many hits i got. but nothin' came up in connection with this case."

jennifer frowned. "but in your dad's final moments, this was something he wanted you to know."

will pursed his lips, his eyes stuck to the wall. "learned how to play the drums in this house, grew up with two dogs in this house. all it's gonna be now is the word "jones" carved into that wall."

"jones is the one piece of the puzzle that your daddy did know. he trusted you to figure out the rest." jennifer spoke, taking a step closer to the wall.

olivia's eyes flickered between them as jennifer attempted to move closer to will, her hand reaching out to trace along the wall. olivia wasn't stupid - jj definitely had a crush on this detective. jumping the gun there, liv? she mentally asked herself. olivia couldn't say she was shocked... he was fairly attractive, he had been nice enough to her despite olivia shrugging him off, and he had been nice to her on her last visit here.

"yeah, i know." will spoke. "i've thought about it a thousand times over and i still can't put it together. i can't get it out of my head." he frowned, looking down towards his feet now.

"are you okay?" olivia spoke up, looking to jennifer when jennifer's eyes shifted to olivia as if she had no idea what to say next. it was dangerous territory, really, prying into someone's life when they had just lost someone. much more when they were also a professional.

"yeah. just don't wanna disappoint him."

"you won't. you aren't. he'd be glad to know you're not giving up." will allowed these words to sink in for a moment before he looked up and glanced over his shoulder to olivia, offering her a silent smile. she returned it before glancing around the room. "it may not look like it now, but this means something. like jj said, your daddy gave you the piece of the puzzle he did know. we'll figure it out."

will nodded, stepping over some debris to close the distance between him and olivia. "yeah, i know. 's why i called y'all in. if anyone can help me figure this out it ought to be miss fbi, right?" will teased, a twinkle in his eye.

olivia suppressed a chuckle, instead shaking her head with a small smile. "whatever, bill."

the team and local detectives had worked tirelessly throughout the day in a desperate attempt to get ahead on this investigation, even managing to put together a mini-profile of the unsub they were likely to be looking for, before they all decided to call it a night.

as olivia began to pack her bag, the team leaving one by one, will approached her with his hand securely gripping his backpack over his shoulder. "hey, wait up." will flagged her down with a smile.

olivia looked up, reciprocating the smile with one of her own, though her eyes made it obvious she was waiting for him to continue to speak.

"i could do with picking your brain about somethin' with this case. somethin' just ain't sitting right so... d'ya mind? my treat." will shrugged a little.

olivia tilted her head, about to respond, when jj interrupted, dropping her bag on the table with a groan. "a drink? sign me up. i swear, each case just gets worse." she chuckled tiredly, looking between the pair.

will awkwardly shifted, nodding a little. "cool, yeah. sure. uh, shall we say 7? there's a little dive bar just 'round the corner from here." will looked to olivia, really only wanting her confirmation - to which she nodded as jj verbally agreed. before another word could be spoken, olivia headed out and back to the hotel.

she swiftly arrived for 6:47pm, nervously checking her watch. why was she nervous? she paced outside the bar for a moment, repeating little mantras to herself along the lines of 'stop being so stupid', 'are you twelve, barlow? get yourself together' before opening the door and heading into the bar.

her eyes scanned the venue, looking either for a place to sit, or for will. or jj. eventually her eyes landed on the pair at the bar, tucked away towards the corner, reading over case files together. will was smiling at something jj had said, a small shake of his head as he sipped his drink. a heavy breath left olivia's lips, her mind flittering between the two choices she had: joining them, or walking away and pretending she got caught up with something else.

it wasn't a difficult decision, though it was one that created a great deal of confusion for olivia. why did she even care? why was she bothered about jj being there, sitting so close their legs were likely touching?

how long had they been there together?

more importantly, was she... jealous?

olivia quickly dismissed the notion and instead returned to the hotel, sitting and looking over the case files herself.

when her phone rang a couple of hours later, olivia reached over to the bedside table to pick up her mobile. she sighed seeing the name, wishing she could bang her head repeatedly on a table.

"hey jj, what's up?"

"i just had a call from hotch. the unsub we're looking for is a woman."

💌 hi guuuuuyyysssss i had to split this one into two because else i'd just be rambling even more. jones >>

[rufflebuttercup]

my favourite will fic is back !!

[georgiewritess]

southern charm

olivia never knew what steady meant. she never knew what it meant to feel secure with another person, always looking for exit routes before things caught up to her. olivia never knew real love, and she certainly didn't expect to find it deep in new orleans on the search for her birth parents. pairings: olivia barlow x william lamontagne jr. warnings: haven't written a fic since 2015. this all stemmed from a dream. will haters dni. oc x character.

looking down at the images in her hand, olivia's brows contorted into a furrow. this place didn't look like the lively farm it did in the photos. a brief thought crossed her mind that perhaps the investigator she had hired finally had enough of her incessant questions and decided to dupe her. her feet warily carried her up to the house, after nearly ten minutes of pacing back and forth by her car, the photos clutched in her hand. olivia knew the photos could be old but... old enough that the house now looked like something out of monster house?

with hesitation, olivia stopped in her tracks and turned to her right, her eyes scanning the gated field beside her. the grass hadn't been weeded in what looked like years, the well now being strangled by a broken lid - not to mention the gate being rusted into oblivion. it was an eerie sight, one olivia was beginning to wish she hadn't sought out.

as if by nature, olivia's hand brushed against the gun in the holster by her side before she decidedly moved her jacket over it. she spent a few moments trying to figure out what this place was. now it seemed empty, deserted even, but the investigator was certain that this piece of land was here housing a farm before most of new orleans even had sturdy buildings.

she had never stepped foot in new orleans before this, barely getting a sense for the community as she drove another 15 miles to reach this land. in fact, olivia didn't know the first thing about new orleans besides it's traditional mardi gras. until her investigator sent her spiraling down a rabbit hole of countless possibilities, this location had never once crossed her mind.

as her eyes scanned the area, olivia couldn't help but wonder what her life would have been like if she had been raised here. she could easily picture a tire swing hanging from the now broken down tree, her little feet desperately reaching for the ground to steady her back on earth; a big slide near the field and a porch where she would have spent many years with the family dog.

finding her origins was the thing olivia cared about most in the world. her adoptive family were wonderful, as kind as any family could be taking in an orphan all but abandoned on their doorstep, but that did little to quench olivia's thirst; she needed to know where she came from and, more importantly, why she had been left behind.

she must have been absent in her thoughts for a while, as a quick movement in the corner of her left eye caused her to jump, her eyes widening as an older woman appeared with a shotgun. olivia immediately held her hands up in defense, swallowing a lump in her throat. she wasn't one to shy away from confrontation but in a deserted area with, she assumed, no phone service to call for help, she didn't wish to take any chances.

"i'm sorry!" olivia called. "i didn't mean to scare you. i was just in the area -"

"no one is ever just in the area, sweetheart!" the older woman yelled, walking down the few steps of the creaky porch, her face furious; defensive. "now get out of here before i shoot your ass and leave you for the coyotes!"

olivia sighed and shook her head, glancing around for another moment before returning her gaze to the rigid woman. "look, that's not why i'm here. you're mary, right? my name's olivia," olivia dropped one hand, placing it on her chest, introducing herself. "i'm just looking for some information about the people who used to live here. i don't mean any harm."

the woman lowered her gun slightly, pointing it towards the ground, no longer actively posing a threat herself. "you knew the harrison's?" the woman asked, causing olivia to furrow her eyebrows and shake her head. "then why are you here? what business do you have bein' here? information, my ass. y'know, i already called the police. you can lie to me, darlin', but good luck lyin' to them!"

olivia purses her lips, her hands now dropping by her sides. this woman was bluffing. no one would respond to a call about a harmless woman walking towards their house. "i'm looking for some people - i haven't got any names yet, but i believe my parents used to live here, back when it was a farm?" olivia desperately hoped this woman would let something slip, if she wasn't prepared to be of any help. making a 13 hour round trip without information wasn't a choice.

mary frowned slightly. "'fraid i know nothing about that." olivia nodded, looking around once more. "so you're not one of them criminals?"

olivia's eyebrows raised slightly, shaking her head. "sorry?" she questioned, looking down at her outfit. did she really look that rough?

"ah. you're not from around here, are you?" olivia gave the woman a particular look and mary walked down the couple of steps from her porch, walking towards olivia. in the distance the pair could hear sirens, and now mary looked guilty.

"you actually called the cops on me?" olivia couldn't help but let a breathy chuckle push past her lips. for a profiler, she had been bamboozled by a southern woman with a temper. she made a mental note then that she'd never mention this to her team.

mary nodded, her tongue darting out to wet her chapped lips before replying. "been a lot of crimes lately. petty theft, grand theft auto and such. can't be too careful, you see - thought maybe you were here to steal from the old woman." mary spoke in the third person, causing olivia to smile.

"just looking for answers." she reiterated, now casting a look over her shoulder as two police cars came bolting up the long drive off of the main road. olivia looked to mary, as if desperate for her to help, and mary sighed.

"i'll iron this out. called them thinkin' you were one of them criminals, you know. don't worry about it, sweetheart. the detectives in this town are pretty calm. well, for me, they are." mary grinned, walking closer to olivia.

the lead detective stepped out of his car, his right hand resting on top of the door. "what seems to be the problem, mary?" he asked, his other hand hovering over the gun strapped to his side. "is there a problem? told you before, you can't keep callin' us cause some bushes move in the wind. that ain't what we're here for."

despite his words, a small smile laced his lips. "i apologise, detective lamontagne. this woman here was just lookin' for someone." mary waved her hand, dismissing the idea there was a problem. olivia cautiously looked between the pair.

at mary's explanation, detective lamontagne looked to olivia, a somewhat harsh exterior presented to the stranger. "so what are you doing here if not spookin' our locals?" he closed the door then, followed by a couple of his officers joining.

"i was looking for mary," olivia gestured to the woman a couple paces beside her. "like she was saying, i'm just looking for some information, detective."

detective lamontagne clocked the gun in her holster and cleared his throat. "you got a license for that?" his own hand creeped closer to his gun, eyes alert of any sudden movement.

olivia followed his gaze, sighing at the reminder of her gun. "yeah," olivia pointed to her car window, her fbi badge on display. detective lamontagne shifted to look, the nods of several of his men giving him the confirmation that he was seeing things correctly. she saw the brief confusion on his face. olivia didn't exactly carry herself like an fbi agent, nor had she informed anyone prior that she was. "i'm with the behavioural analysis unit." olivia clarified, her arms awkwardly hanging by her sides.

detective lamontagne nodded, pursing his lips. "so, what am i thinkin'?" olivia cocked her head to the side a little, a small smile lining her lips. "come on, what am i thinkin'?"

"we're not mind-readers, detective. we're profilers." the detective clicked his tongue and nodded.

"just testin' ya. look, either way, we're gonna have to write this up, iron it out - there's a lot of cri-"

"a lot of criminals around, i know." olivia looked over to mary, her hand gesturing to the woman. she had already heard the spiel.

mary offered the blonde a smile. "i'm sorry i couldn't help you, dear. but those people you're looking for... i - maybe they don't wanna be found?" mary suggested. olivia said nothing for a moment, eventually nodding once.

"perhaps. thanks, mary." olivia looked back to the detective as his men scrambled back into their cars, preparing to leave. "did you really need all these men for one person?"

the man chuckled a little, nodding. "you'd be surprised. been a lotta violence lately. can't be too careful. anyway, i am sorry about this mix up, but we are gonna have to ask you to write a statement. you don't sound from around here," will began, looking over to olivia as she raised her eyebrows. "what? am i wrong? you from around here?" olivia shook her head. "exactly, miss. mind following me in your car? 's not far."

"lead the way." olivia headed back to her car, quickly setting off behind the detective and his team.

it had been a total bust driving all this way just to be rounded up by the police, like a herd of sheep. mary knew nothing, olivia knew nothing. maybe if walls could talk, the farmhouse would be screaming at olivia not to leave, but perhaps that was wishful thinking.

"just over here," the detective pointed to his desk, pulling up a chair for olivia to use. "i'm detective will lamontagne, by the way. jr. realised i hadn't introduced myself about thirty seconds after we started drivin' back." he smiled, sitting behind his desk.

olivia took a seat, offering him a smile as he handed over a pen. "thanks. i'm olivia." she stated simply, waiting for him to pass over the paperwork. his lips quirked and olivia offered him a quizzical look. "what?"

will shrugged a little. "what, i don't get to know your last name, miss fbi?" olivia couldn't help but chuckle at his words, her hand now moving to take the paper he held out for her.

"barlow," she responded, clicking the pen and beginning to fill out the personal details. ironic, wasn't it?

will simply nodded, cupping his hands on the desk. his eager eyes studied olivia for a moment before shifting to face his computer to get on with some work. after a few moments of silence, the chatter of the precinct becoming ambient background noise, will involuntarily sighed as if an instinctual reaction to what he had seen on his desktop.

olivia looked up from the sheet of paper. "everything okay?" she questioned, eyes glancing to the computer screen for a moment; not that she could see anything anyway.

will slowly nodded, his eyes drifting back to hers. "you think it's bad being miss fbi, try having your daddy as your boss. the man won't stop emailing me. didn't even know he knew how to use email. can't say i'm an expert on it." he commented, his gaze looking over to one of the offices with lamontagne written on it.

"your dad is a detective too?" olivia asked, a small smile making its way onto her face. it couldn't be helped - she was a sucker for good familial relationships. will nodded, quickly typing a few words of an email and hitting send before looking back to olivia.

"yeah. guess it runs in the family." he responded, using his feet to turn his spinny chair side to side, almost like a child. olivia said nothing in return, simply nodding with a smile and lowering her gaze back to the page.

how was olivia meant to write a statement about something she had never told anyone besides her adoptive family and aaron hotchner? as if olivia wasn't already struggling with her identity enough, now she had to explain it to someone who had no reason not to judge her. she was no fool - she knew this paperwork didn't just end on will's desk. it travelled from desk to desk before eventually being filed somewhere, meaning multiple people would see it.

you'd think she was ashamed of not knowing who she was; her identity being warped by the fact she felt as if she didn't have one. that wasn't true. her adoptive family were her family and she was aware how lucky she was to land with them and not someone else. but there was one question she had for her birth parents that no one else could answer: why wasn't she enough?

she spent a minute or two contemplating what else she could write that wouldn't be a blatant lie, only something that could bend the truth, but a hand reaching over the desk caused her to look up.

"hey, you good there?" will asked, his brows slightly furrowed. "tappin' that pen like you want it to break. by all means, carry on. but i'll have to bill the fbi for it." he teased, pursing his lips a second later. it didn't even seem like olivia was in the room with him anymore.

will sat back in his seat and olivia looked to the pen. "oh, sorry."

"no, no need for that. strugglin' to fill it out?" olivia suppressed a sigh and instead opted for a shrug.

"is it that obvious?"

"usually there's a bit more swearin', physical strugglin', you know. i don't have to explain to you the types of people we get fillin' these out."

olivia chuckled a little and nodded. "yeah, no, i get you. i just..." olivia trailed off for a moment. "didn't think this was how i would be spending my week off."

"oh yeah?" will asked, clicking away at his computer. olivia was sure he wasn't doing any real work, probably playing solitaire. "had some big plans, huh? must be someone special for you to travel all the way to new orleans from..." he cocked his head, reading over the paperwork across the desk. "virginia."

"not just someone, but it's not virginia, so it's a start." it was will's turn to chuckle now, sitting back up and crossing his arms on the desk.

"don't stress about it. you were only talking to mary, not like you were causin' her harm or anythin'. just write that and you're good to go. no need for all that with your eyebrows." he teased, causing olivia to smile a little.

"all what?" she asked, minorly offended.

"you know, all that..." he pointed to her brows. "concentration." he nodded, settling on the word.

olivia chuckled a little, looking back down to the sheet. "do you often tell people what to write on these, detective?"

will smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "if it speeds up the process. you've clearly got things to do and i'd hate to keep ya." olivia watched him for a moment but nodded, beginning to write.

will smiled ever so slightly, his eyes flickering down to the sheet she wrote on. he couldn't make out any information from this angle, but it didn't stop him from wondering what secrets she was harboring. then, olivia looked up, sensing eyes on her, and offered will an awkward smile, clicking off the pen and passing it back to him along wit the sheet.

she had fully intended to make something up, to write something like will had said, but she simply wrote four words. 'looking for my parents'. will read over the words momentarily, an almost sympathetic look in his eyes.

"am i good to go?" will nodded, watching as she raised to her feet. he quickly followed suit.

"yeah. but, hey. don't go gettin' yourself killed in virginia. we might need your help here one day."

olivia smiled lightly, looking around the station. "i hope not. can't say i'm a fan of new orleans."

"ah, it'll grow on ya." will claimed. "here, i'll walk y-"

"oh, no, that's okay. just... same way i came in?" olivia asked, pointing over to the door just along the hall. will nodded, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"uh, yeah, just - then left out the main door." one of his hands came up to rub the back of his neck as olivia nodded, offering him one last smile which he reciprocated instantly, before she vanished.

💌 i have no idea what i just wrote (actually wrote it about 2 years ago) but this couple have lingered in my mind for a long time and i'm happy i finally have a place to put all these silly thoughts! even if no one reads or likes it, lol. i also haven't read over this more than once so pretend you don't notice any grammatical/spelling errors. anyway! we'll see when i get around to posting the next part :')

[rufflebuttercup]

will x oc is all i've ever wanted and needed

[youbutstupid]

You can ship JJ with whoever you want but I will not accept Will LaMontagne slander. I’ve said it before and I will say it again, he was a perfect husband all throughout his and JJ’s marriage.

He moved from New Orleans where his family’s legacy lay to be with JJ in D.C. He accepted all of the late nights with grace and he never once held it against JJ when she had to leave all of a sudden to go on a case. He bandaged her up and comforted her when she got back and supported the fact that she wanted to carry on working at the BAU despite the danger it posed to her.

He also accepted JJ’s work family as part of his own family. He sat with Rossi in the hospital after the car crash with Mr Scratch. He let Reid be the godfather to both of his sons. He looked after Jack when Hotch got arrested, even staying at Quantico for the entire day to take care of Jack whilst the team were out. He showed up to all of the BAU events and got along with everyone. He was even willing to have his wedding in the back garden of JJ’s colleague, only surrounded by JJ’s other colleagues and no one else.

Marriage is about sacrifices and he was always willing to make them, that man existed for JJ and their sons. You can ship JJ with someone else without lying and saying that he was a bad husband because I would normally never praise a man for simply being a good spouse but he was perfect.

[rufflebuttercup]

nobody understands him but me and @georgiewritess

[mothswan]

kissing spencer reid till his glasses fog up and he’s giggling into your mouth when you press his cheeks together to leave tiny pecks. he’s rushing into the briefing with bright red cheeks, stained lips, his tie a slight crooked, but his glasses? are the ones that give him away; they’re clearing up on the fog.

between hidden kisses he selfishly keeps you as his though he knows nothing escapes the bright minds of his team.

[rufflebuttercup]

giggling and kicking my feet right now

[hotch-girl]

[rufflebuttercup]

missing spencer reid and derek morgan hours :')

[aristotle0]

touch starved aroaces where you at

I'm trying to make a point to myself

[edit: this blow up wtf, guess I did make a point to myself then]

[aliteralsemicolon]

Thinking about how Spencer takes care of you when you're too exhausted to take care of yourself.

He walks into your bedroom to find you on the brink of sleep, carelessly curled up on your end of the bed and his brows raise in slight concern as he scans you. You couldn't even be bothered to change out of your day clothes. He chuckles lightly at the sight, as he makes his way to you.

"Baby?" He gently calls to you, rubbing your calf with his hand as he takes a seat next to your legs. You're unable to respond to the sound of his voice despite hearing it. He tries again, this time kneeling on the floor next to your head.

"Angel?" His fingers lightly brush through your hair as he whispers near your ear.

"Hmm?" You reply hazily.

You wait for him to speak so you can go back to sleep but all that follows is silence. He resumes his motions in your hair and it keeps you aware of his presence. He's waiting for you to gain some more consciousness. You rub your eyes, fluttering them open and Spencer's quick to guide your hand away from your face.

Right. Your makeup.

"What's up?" You mumble, stifling a yawn.

"I know you're tired, and I'm sorry for having to wake you up," he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "but you do know why it's bad for you to fall asleep like this?"

This is a topic the two of you have discussed before. You're usually quite meticulous about removing your makeup before bed, but you're also no stranger to nights when you can't find any energy to do so.

"Mhm. Clogged pores, risk of infections, bacteria spread, discomfort…" You trail off, summarising his extensive research.

Getting you up and off this bed is a losing battle tonight and Spencer graciously accepts defeat, sporting an endeared grin.

"Can I at least help you get comfortable? Would it be alright if I took these off for you?" He tugs at your top and waits for your response. You nod, letting out a barely audible hum.

Spencer moves off the floor and begins to remove your clothing. "You're gonna have to help me just a little bit, Angel. Lift your hips for me."

You blindly follow his commands, wanting to get it over with so that he can relax and you can go back to sleep. He doesn't relax, though. As he rids you of the last of your clothing, he mentally fights himself on letting you sleep with your make-up. There are so many risks involved, but hygiene aside, Spencer knows that if you wake up with your pillow stained– or God forbid…a pimple– you're going to be beyond pissed with yourself.

The sudden dip in the mattress slightly startles you, as a cool feeling drags against your cheek and you whine.

"Shhhh, sorry, it's just me." Spencer coos.

"What're you doing?" You groan, squeezing your eyes shut, still in a sleepy haze.

"Just wiping off your makeup, sweet girl. You're going to thank me tomorrow." His finger hooks under your chin and he soothingly rubs his thumb just under your lips.

"Spence…" You begin whining but you're unable to pronounce anything else coherently.

He can tell you're slightly irritated, but he doesn't mind. He knows that it's the exhaustion talking.

"I know, I know." He sympathises with his continually gentle tone. "I'm almost done. You're being so good for me right now."

Your lips pout, but you don't complain any further, his words calming you. By the time he's finished ridding your face of cosmetic residue, you're knocked out again. Light snores can be heard from you. He chuckles to himself at the sight of you. So peaceful. So adorable. He leans in closer and plants a firm, lingering kiss on your forehead before he disappears to get ready for bed himself.

"Spence?"

He turns around at your groggy voice, still half asleep. "Yes?"

"Thank you."

"Anytime, my pretty girl."

[rufflebuttercup]

i will be thinking about this forever and ever now actually this is so beautifully unfair :')

[rufflebuttercup]

drunk words are sober thoughts | spencer reid

summary: spencer’s been, uncharacteristically, ignoring you all day, and you’re determined to find out why. it can't be anything bad, right?

a/n: if i had a nickel for every time my reader got drunk and confessed their feelings for spencer, i’d have two nickels. which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.

enjoy the fic, and have a fantastic day! <3 requests are open!

note(s): gn!reader & no pronouns used, mention of alcohol, reader gets quite drunk, drunk confessions and kisses

word count: 3,422

Heavy sheets of rain pelted down onto your head as you weaved with purpose through the busy streets. Occasionally, a car would drive through the roadside puddles, creating a cosmic-sized splash that effectively soaked you to the bone. You hadn’t brought a coat. You didn’t think you were going to need one. The sun had still been shining when you’d left your apartment in Quantico. 

After a long, strenuous day at work, you had planned to go home, collapse onto your couch, and work your way through a tub of cookie dough ice cream that you knew was being neglected in the back of your freezer. Instead, you’d hopped onto a train and you’d taken the hour-long journey to Washington DC. 

Spencer had been completely ignoring you, and Spencer was never the type to completely ignore you. Or anyone, for that matter. Spencer was the type to get sassy and downright passive aggressive whenever he was mad at someone - you’d witnessed that first-hand early on in your friendship, and it had practically scarred you for life. This was different, though, and the silence seemed to be much more painful. You’d tried to speak to him multiple times throughout the day, but he’d managed to evade you, and he’d barely even made eye contact with you for more than a millisecond. You didn’t think you’d done anything wrong, but your overthinking, people-pleasing tendencies were starting to rear their ugly head. 

Another car splashed through the puddles at such a breakneck speed that you ended up getting completely soaked. You immediately began to grumble, and your shoes made a squeaky sound as you continued trudging down the street, “Spencer, I am going to kill you.”

Eventually, you found yourself outside of Spencer’s apartment. You crossed your eyes as you watched a water droplet drip from the tip of your nose. You were cold, and damp, and you were very much aware that you were leaving puddles on the carpet. You shuffled in place in the hopes that you didn’t soak one particular spot too much. You knocked on the door, and then you waited, and then you waited some more. You were beginning to wonder if he was even home at all.

Eventually, there was a shuffling noise on the other side of the door, and then you heard a lock being slid out of place. The door cracked open, and Spencer’s head popped out. His eyes widened slightly as he saw you, “Hi.”

“Hi,” you shook your head free of water droplets, making yourself look like a wet dog, “Can I come in?”

Spencer hesitated, and his eyes flickered up and down your figure. For a moment, you were convinced that he was about to slam the door in your face, “Yeah. Come in,” he spoke after a pause, and he shuffled aside, “You must be freezing.”

You nodded at him in gratitude, and you slid past him, “Yeah,” you laughed a little, your teeth chattering. Spencer’s apartment was warm and cozy with the heating system on full blast, a stark contrast to the miserable conditions outside, “You could say that.”

“Hang on. Let me just…” Spencer scampered into a room on the other side of his apartment that you assumed was his bedroom. You could hear him clattering around before he returned a moment later with one of his thread-worn sweaters, “Here.”

You took the sweater from him, and you slipped it over your head. It was big on you. Far too big, actually. But it was warm. That was all you cared about, “Thanks, Spence.”

A silence fell over the two of you. An uncomfortable one. Spencer’s eyes darted around the apartment, making sure to focus on anything except for you, “So…”

You immediately cut him off, “I’ve done something wrong, haven’t I?”

“What?” Spencer started a little at your question, “Of course, you haven’t. Why would you…”

A sudden wave of self-consciousness washed over you, and you fiddled with the hem of the sweater, “You know you can always tell me if I’ve done something wrong,” you began to ramble. It was a trademark you had whenever you were slightly nervous, “I don’t mind. I won’t get mad, or offended, or…”

“Hey. Stop,” it was Spencer’s turn to cut you off, “Why would you think you’ve done anything wrong?”

You sighed, and you ran a hand through your wet hair, “Spence, you’ve been ignoring me all day.”

ꨄ︎

You triumphantly clutched the two movie tickets in your balled up fist, “I did it!”

Derek’s eyes followed the little scraps of paper as you waved them up and down, “Great. What did you do?”

“I got the tickets! I waited all morning for these!” you excitedly shoved them into Derek’s face, almost punching him straight in the nose, “Look!”

“Yeah, I know what movie tickets are,” he swatted your arm away, “What are they for?”

“Mother!” your voice almost came out as an excited squeal, and it was only after Derek raised an eyebrow at you that you realized how strange your words sounded without context, “It’s a South Korean movie. They’re doing a screening of it later this week at a film festival in New York, and they haven’t translated it yet, so it’s still entirely in the original language.”

“I didn’t know you knew Korean.”

“I don’t. At least, not entirely,” you shrugged, “I’m not exactly conversational, but I can understand bits and pieces. I was talking to Spencer about it the other day, and we both decided we’d go together, and…” you paused, eyes narrowing when you saw the smirk Derek was hiding behind his coffee cup, “What?”

“Nothing.”

“No. What?”

Derek took a deliberately slow sip of his coffee, “It’s not my place.”

“That’s quite literally never stopped you before,” you rolled your eyes, “What’s wrong? Do you think it’s a bad idea? I mean, I thought he’d enjoy it.”

Derek hummed in amused agreement, “There’s something he’d enjoy a lot more.”

“Derek. Just…” you were about to respond, but you were interrupted by the chiming of the elevator. Your eyes lit up as Spencer stepped out, “Oh! Spence!” you had to jog to catch up with his quick pace, “Look. I managed to get us those tickets. We can go together!”

“I don’t think I can.”

Spencer’s answer made you falter, and the smile that had been plastered onto your face dropped, “But, I thought you were looking forward to seeing it. I am. It’s not until next week, so…”

“No. It’s fine. You go and see it, though. You’ll enjoy it a lot more on your own, I’m sure.”

You came to a standstill at that, and your mouth hung open as Spencer took a seat at his desk and proceeded to busy himself in a case file that he already had waiting, “What was that?”

Derek sidled up to you, “What was what?”

“That,” you waved your hand in Spencer’s direction, “He brushed me off? I didn’t even do anything.”

“Oh, you definitely did,” Derek took another one of those suspicious sips of his coffee, “Quite a lot, actually.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Derek,” you warned him, “You sip that coffee like that one more time and it’s going straight out of the window.”

“Hey! This was expensive.”

ꨄ︎

Spencer’s neck began to turn a shade of pink, and the blush seemed to spread all the way up to the tips of his ears, “I haven’t been ignoring you.”

“Don’t deny it Spencer. Please. That makes it worse,” you said, “All day, you’ve been avoiding me. I’ve barely managed to speak two words to you without you escaping into the next room.”

Spencer shuffled a little on the spot, avoiding your eyes, “I guess I didn’t realize.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think you did,” with a sigh, you dramatically flopped onto his couch, “I can’t even believe I’m saying this, but I’d rather you get all passive aggressive with me like you usually do when you’re mad at someone. At least then I’d know that I’d done something wrong.”

“You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“I’ve obviously done something,” you shot back at him, “You never ignore anyone. Least of all, me. It’s like you suddenly hate me.”

“Hate you? I could never…” Spencer trailed off, and he sat down on the couch beside you. There was an undeniable gap between the two of you that you hated, “You really don’t know what you did, do you?”

“If I did, do you think I’d be here?”

Spencer sighed, “The other night, when we all went out after work,” he started, his tone almost hesitant, “What do you remember?” 

“We went to O'Keeffe's, and Prentiss got us involved in that drinking game that I’m sure she was making up on the spot, and…” you froze, “Oh. Oh no,” you groaned, “Please don’t tell me I did my Backstreet Boys karaoke set.”

The corners of Spencer’s lips twitched into a smirk at that, “It was quite good, actually,” he bit back a laugh, “Some interesting choreography, too.”

You groaned again, and you sank into the couch cushions as you buried your face in your hands, “This is the worst day of my life.”

“That’s it? You don’t remember anything else?”

“No,” you shook your head, peeking at him through your fingers, “What else did I do? Drop some NSYNC into the mix, or something?” your brow furrowed at Spencer’s hesitation, “Spence…”

“You kissed me.”

“What?!”

ꨄ︎

Spencer and Derek were standing out on the busy street, occasionally glancing at the door to O'Keeffe's. The music from inside was still blaring, even though it was 2.am. Most of the team had gone home for the night, leaving only the select few stragglers behind. 

The door to the bar slammed open, and Spencer and Derek immediately looked in the general direction. Derek snorted out a laugh, and Spencer chuckled, “Do you think they’re going to be alright?”

Meanwhile, at the door, you and Penelope were stumbling out onto the street. You had your arms thrown around each other, and it was clear that the two of you were struggling to stay standing. You were both the lightweights of the team, “I love you so much, Pen.”

“I love you, too, my sweet angel,” Penelope let go of you momentarily so she could grab your shoulders and shake you, “You are one of my bestest friends in the whole entire world.”

It was at that moment - the moment where Penelope’s voice got a little too high-pitched and squeaky - that Derek stepped in, “Alright. Let’s pack it up,” he slid in between the two of you, “I think we best get you two home,” it wasn’t a question.

“And you,” Penelope whirled on Derek, prodding him in the chest with her index finger, “You are just the most magnificent person I’ve ever seen,” she cupped his cheeks, squishing them together, “Look at you. You… You magnificent Green god of a man.”

“Mr. Magnificent,” you followed up with a giggle, puffing out your chest and putting on your best impression of Derek, “Look out. Here comes Mr. Magnificent. Watch your doors.”

“Okay. Alright. As much as I’m loving this conversation we’re having,” he took hold of Penelope’s shoulders and firmly began steering her down the street, “You need to go home.”

“Speak soon, my love,” you blew a kiss in the general direction that Derek and Penelope had gone off in, and then you turned to Spencer, “Let’s go!” you dramatically pointed in the vague direction of your apartment and strode off.

“Woah! Hey!” Spencer ran to catch up with you, “You’re not going home on your own.”

“Obviously,” you rolled your eyes, and you grabbed Spencer’s wrist, “You’re coming with me, you silly genius.”

Spencer let out a yelp as you dragged him down the street. He had to apologize profusely to a couple that you almost rammed into, “Slow down,” he called out, “Do you even know where you’re going?”

You paused at that, and you pursed your lips as you tried to string together a coherent thought, “This way!” you bounded off, though Spencer quickly caught your arm.

“You’re going the wrong way.”

“No, I’m not,” you tried to march off once more, but you stopped a few steps away and swiveled on your heel, “Oh.”

Spencer shook his head, an amused smile playing on his lips, “Told you. You’re…”

“We’re going the wrong way!”

“We?!”

For a long moment, you and Spencer wandered through the streets in near silence. The only sound came from you as you hummed a completely out of tune song to yourself. You didn’t live far from O'Keeffe's, and you usually could’ve walked the distance in two minutes. It took you close to ten considering how often you decided to stop and take notice of every little thing that caught your eye. 

At one point, Spencer had to grab your hand and drag you down the street. You didn’t mind that, though. Your skin tingled as he squeezed your hand, and it made you giggle. You always were the type to get too giggly and hyper when you’d had too much to drink.

“Oh, come on,” Spencer stood in front of the elevator in your apartment building, grumbling in frustration at the ‘out of order’ sign that was plastered on the doors, “You have got to be kidding me.”

“It’s broken.”

“I know it’s broken.”

You collapsed onto the stairs with a soft thud. Your eyes were starting to droop from tiredness, “It’s always broken.”

Spencer sighed and turned to you, another one of those amused smiles lighting up his face as he saw you staring at the ceiling - even though you were staring at absolutely nothing, “Are you even capable of using the stairs right now?”

“I will be if you carry me.”

“I’m not carrying you,” Spencer gently tugged your arm, “Come on. What floor is your apartment on?”

“Tenth.”

“Oh, for…” he quickly cut himself off, and he pulled you to your feet as he began guiding you up the stairs almost one step at a time, “Alright. Come on, then. Let’s get you home.”

“I don’t want to,” you whined, tugging on his hand, “No. No. I have a secret.”

If you weren’t being so cute, then Spencer would’ve been exasperated by this point. You clearly needed your bed, and he so desperately wanted his, “What is it?”

“It’s a secret,” you giggled, and you beckoned him closer, “Come here. Let me whisper it.”

“Fine,” Spencer rolled his eyes affectionately, and he took a step closer, “Can you tell me now?”

“No,” you grabbed his jacket, tugging him so close that his face was right against yours, “There. Close enough,” you giggled once more, and you leaned in so close that your lips were almost on his ear, “I want to kiss you.”

Spencer’s reaction was as if someone had burned him with a hot iron. He took a step back, and his expression was one of pure, unadulterated shock, “You… You want to…” it wasn’t often that you saw Spencer at a loss for words, “You want to kiss me?!”

You hummed in response, and you clapped your hands excitedly, “Yeah! Can I kiss you?” you asked, bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet, “Because I really want to kiss you.”

Spencer’s mouth opened and closed as if he were a fish out of water. It made you laugh harder than you already were, “I… I…” Spencer fumbled over his words for a few more seconds, but then he seemed to collect himself. He straightened up, and despite the blush painting his cheeks, his shocked expression morphed into one of delight, “Yeah. Okay. You can kiss me.”

The next noise out of your mouth was a squeal, “Yay!” you barely gave him a chance to prepare himself before you grabbed his collar and pressed your lips to his. You felt fireworks exploding in your mind, but you weren’t entirely sure if they were because of the kiss or the alcohol. Either way, it was quite possibly one of the best moments of your life.

After a few seconds, the kiss broke. Spencer pulled away first, but he seemed reluctant to do so, “I… That was…”

“That was amazing!” you finished his sentence for him, “I want to do it again. Can we do it again? Pretty please?”

Your plea got a genuine laugh out of Spencer. He was half-tempted to kiss you again, but he shook his head, “No. We’re waiting until you’re sober before we do that again,” he took your arm and began helping you up the stairs, “Come on. You need sleep. You’re going to have the worst hangover in the world tomorrow.”

“No fair. I hate hangovers,” you whined. You were interrupted when you tripped on the stairs and almost face planted right into the carpet. It was pure luck Spencer caught you before you did, “Ow. Who put that there?”

ꨄ︎

“Oh my God,” all you could really do was stare at Spencer with your mouth wide open. It was a wonder your face wasn’t burning, “Spence, I…” everything made so much sense - the strange glances, the teasing comments, all of it - “I am so sorry. I…”

“No. No. Don’t be sorry,” Spencer quickly reassured you, and he placed a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to try and ease the nerves that were creeping through your tone. He closed the distance between you, too, which you appreciated. At least he didn’t hate you, “You don’t have to apologise. I… I didn’t mind.”

You thought you’d finally managed to get over the first wave of shock, but then it all hit you once again, “You didn’t?”

From the moment you’d first walked into the BAU on your very first day, you’d fancied Spencer more than you’d ever fancied anyone ever before. You couldn’t explain it. Then, as your working relationship turned into an actual outside-of-work friendship, you decided it was easier to keep quiet about your feelings for him than risk ruining the good relationship that the two of you already had. 

“But… But I was drunk, and…”

Spencer quirked an eyebrow up at that, “Are you saying you didn’t mean it?”

“No. Of course, I meant it,” you corrected him, immediately faltering when you saw that smug smirk on his face, “Shut up,” it was hard to act annoyed when the goofiest grin imaginable was taking over your face, “I didn’t think you’d actually kiss me.”

Spencer let out a soft laugh, “Yeah, well. You were pretty insistent. It’s hard to say no to you,” he rubbed his shoulder, wincing a little, “I’m pretty sure you almost broke my shoulder after you shoved me against the door and demanded I kiss you again.”

At that, you sunk as far as you could into the couch cushions as if you were willing to disappear into them, “I hate you,” you attempted to weakly swat at him.”

“Your drunk self says otherwise,” Spencer laughed, deflecting your swat and catching your hand instead, “To be honest, if you hadn’t lost every single one of your inhibitions that night, I’m pretty sure we’d still be calling this a friendship.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, “Oh? Is that not what this is?”

“I don’t know,” Spencer countered, “Do you usually go around kissing your best friends?”

“Personally, no. But I don’t judge, so…” you trailed off, and your eyes flitted to Spencer’s lips for a brief second, “So, if I clearly didn’t mind, and you didn’t mind, then does that mean I get to kiss you again? Sober, this time, obviously.”

"Yeah. I suppose that’s exactly what this means,” Spencer scooted a little closer, and now the gap between the two of you was non-existent, “It’s good to know that you’ll actually remember this one.”

You giggled at that comment. You sounded as if you were on cloud nine, and you definitely felt it, too, “Yeah. Me too. I can’t believe I don’t even remember our first kiss,” Spencer was about to kiss you, but you placed a hand on his chest to stop him, “You’re definitely not mad at me, though, right?”

Spencer chuckled, and he shook his head, “You’re impossible. Of course, I’m not mad.”

“Good. Just checking,” you took your hand off his chest, instead choosing to place it on his hip, “You can kiss me now.”

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drunk words are sober thoughts | spencer reid

summary: spencer’s been, uncharacteristically, ignoring you all day, and you’re determined to find out why. it can't be anything bad, right?

a/n: if i had a nickel for every time my reader got drunk and confessed their feelings for spencer, i’d have two nickels. which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.

enjoy the fic, and have a fantastic day! <3 requests are open!

note(s): gn!reader & no pronouns used, mention of alcohol, reader gets quite drunk, drunk confessions and kisses

word count: 3,422

Heavy sheets of rain pelted down onto your head as you weaved with purpose through the busy streets. Occasionally, a car would drive through the roadside puddles, creating a cosmic-sized splash that effectively soaked you to the bone. You hadn’t brought a coat. You didn’t think you were going to need one. The sun had still been shining when you’d left your apartment in Quantico. 

After a long, strenuous day at work, you had planned to go home, collapse onto your couch, and work your way through a tub of cookie dough ice cream that you knew was being neglected in the back of your freezer. Instead, you’d hopped onto a train and you’d taken the hour-long journey to Washington DC. 

Spencer had been completely ignoring you, and Spencer was never the type to completely ignore you. Or anyone, for that matter. Spencer was the type to get sassy and downright passive aggressive whenever he was mad at someone - you’d witnessed that first-hand early on in your friendship, and it had practically scarred you for life. This was different, though, and the silence seemed to be much more painful. You’d tried to speak to him multiple times throughout the day, but he’d managed to evade you, and he’d barely even made eye contact with you for more than a millisecond. You didn’t think you’d done anything wrong, but your overthinking, people-pleasing tendencies were starting to rear their ugly head. 

Another car splashed through the puddles at such a breakneck speed that you ended up getting completely soaked. You immediately began to grumble, and your shoes made a squeaky sound as you continued trudging down the street, “Spencer, I am going to kill you.”

Eventually, you found yourself outside of Spencer’s apartment. You crossed your eyes as you watched a water droplet drip from the tip of your nose. You were cold, and damp, and you were very much aware that you were leaving puddles on the carpet. You shuffled in place in the hopes that you didn’t soak one particular spot too much. You knocked on the door, and then you waited, and then you waited some more. You were beginning to wonder if he was even home at all.

Eventually, there was a shuffling noise on the other side of the door, and then you heard a lock being slid out of place. The door cracked open, and Spencer’s head popped out. His eyes widened slightly as he saw you, “Hi.”

“Hi,” you shook your head free of water droplets, making yourself look like a wet dog, “Can I come in?”

Spencer hesitated, and his eyes flickered up and down your figure. For a moment, you were convinced that he was about to slam the door in your face, “Yeah. Come in,” he spoke after a pause, and he shuffled aside, “You must be freezing.”

You nodded at him in gratitude, and you slid past him, “Yeah,” you laughed a little, your teeth chattering. Spencer’s apartment was warm and cozy with the heating system on full blast, a stark contrast to the miserable conditions outside, “You could say that.”

“Hang on. Let me just…” Spencer scampered into a room on the other side of his apartment that you assumed was his bedroom. You could hear him clattering around before he returned a moment later with one of his thread-worn sweaters, “Here.”

You took the sweater from him, and you slipped it over your head. It was big on you. Far too big, actually. But it was warm. That was all you cared about, “Thanks, Spence.”

A silence fell over the two of you. An uncomfortable one. Spencer’s eyes darted around the apartment, making sure to focus on anything except for you, “So…”

You immediately cut him off, “I’ve done something wrong, haven’t I?”

“What?” Spencer started a little at your question, “Of course, you haven’t. Why would you…”

A sudden wave of self-consciousness washed over you, and you fiddled with the hem of the sweater, “You know you can always tell me if I’ve done something wrong,” you began to ramble. It was a trademark you had whenever you were slightly nervous, “I don’t mind. I won’t get mad, or offended, or…”

“Hey. Stop,” it was Spencer’s turn to cut you off, “Why would you think you’ve done anything wrong?”

You sighed, and you ran a hand through your wet hair, “Spence, you’ve been ignoring me all day.”

ꨄ︎

You triumphantly clutched the two movie tickets in your balled up fist, “I did it!”

Derek’s eyes followed the little scraps of paper as you waved them up and down, “Great. What did you do?”

“I got the tickets! I waited all morning for these!” you excitedly shoved them into Derek’s face, almost punching him straight in the nose, “Look!”

“Yeah, I know what movie tickets are,” he swatted your arm away, “What are they for?”

“Mother!” your voice almost came out as an excited squeal, and it was only after Derek raised an eyebrow at you that you realized how strange your words sounded without context, “It’s a South Korean movie. They’re doing a screening of it later this week at a film festival in New York, and they haven’t translated it yet, so it’s still entirely in the original language.”

“I didn’t know you knew Korean.”

“I don’t. At least, not entirely,” you shrugged, “I’m not exactly conversational, but I can understand bits and pieces. I was talking to Spencer about it the other day, and we both decided we’d go together, and…” you paused, eyes narrowing when you saw the smirk Derek was hiding behind his coffee cup, “What?”

“Nothing.”

“No. What?”

Derek took a deliberately slow sip of his coffee, “It’s not my place.”

“That’s quite literally never stopped you before,” you rolled your eyes, “What’s wrong? Do you think it’s a bad idea? I mean, I thought he’d enjoy it.”

Derek hummed in amused agreement, “There’s something he’d enjoy a lot more.”

“Derek. Just…” you were about to respond, but you were interrupted by the chiming of the elevator. Your eyes lit up as Spencer stepped out, “Oh! Spence!” you had to jog to catch up with his quick pace, “Look. I managed to get us those tickets. We can go together!”

“I don’t think I can.”

Spencer’s answer made you falter, and the smile that had been plastered onto your face dropped, “But, I thought you were looking forward to seeing it. I am. It’s not until next week, so…”

“No. It’s fine. You go and see it, though. You’ll enjoy it a lot more on your own, I’m sure.”

You came to a standstill at that, and your mouth hung open as Spencer took a seat at his desk and proceeded to busy himself in a case file that he already had waiting, “What was that?”

Derek sidled up to you, “What was what?”

“That,” you waved your hand in Spencer’s direction, “He brushed me off? I didn’t even do anything.”

“Oh, you definitely did,” Derek took another one of those suspicious sips of his coffee, “Quite a lot, actually.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Derek,” you warned him, “You sip that coffee like that one more time and it’s going straight out of the window.”

“Hey! This was expensive.”

ꨄ︎

Spencer’s neck began to turn a shade of pink, and the blush seemed to spread all the way up to the tips of his ears, “I haven’t been ignoring you.”

“Don’t deny it Spencer. Please. That makes it worse,” you said, “All day, you’ve been avoiding me. I’ve barely managed to speak two words to you without you escaping into the next room.”

Spencer shuffled a little on the spot, avoiding your eyes, “I guess I didn’t realize.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think you did,” with a sigh, you dramatically flopped onto his couch, “I can’t even believe I’m saying this, but I’d rather you get all passive aggressive with me like you usually do when you’re mad at someone. At least then I’d know that I’d done something wrong.”

“You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“I’ve obviously done something,” you shot back at him, “You never ignore anyone. Least of all, me. It’s like you suddenly hate me.”

“Hate you? I could never…” Spencer trailed off, and he sat down on the couch beside you. There was an undeniable gap between the two of you that you hated, “You really don’t know what you did, do you?”

“If I did, do you think I’d be here?”

Spencer sighed, “The other night, when we all went out after work,” he started, his tone almost hesitant, “What do you remember?” 

“We went to O'Keeffe's, and Prentiss got us involved in that drinking game that I’m sure she was making up on the spot, and…” you froze, “Oh. Oh no,” you groaned, “Please don’t tell me I did my Backstreet Boys karaoke set.”

The corners of Spencer’s lips twitched into a smirk at that, “It was quite good, actually,” he bit back a laugh, “Some interesting choreography, too.”

You groaned again, and you sank into the couch cushions as you buried your face in your hands, “This is the worst day of my life.”

“That’s it? You don’t remember anything else?”

“No,” you shook your head, peeking at him through your fingers, “What else did I do? Drop some NSYNC into the mix, or something?” your brow furrowed at Spencer’s hesitation, “Spence…”

“You kissed me.”

“What?!”

ꨄ︎

Spencer and Derek were standing out on the busy street, occasionally glancing at the door to O'Keeffe's. The music from inside was still blaring, even though it was 2.am. Most of the team had gone home for the night, leaving only the select few stragglers behind. 

The door to the bar slammed open, and Spencer and Derek immediately looked in the general direction. Derek snorted out a laugh, and Spencer chuckled, “Do you think they’re going to be alright?”

Meanwhile, at the door, you and Penelope were stumbling out onto the street. You had your arms thrown around each other, and it was clear that the two of you were struggling to stay standing. You were both the lightweights of the team, “I love you so much, Pen.”

“I love you, too, my sweet angel,” Penelope let go of you momentarily so she could grab your shoulders and shake you, “You are one of my bestest friends in the whole entire world.”

It was at that moment - the moment where Penelope’s voice got a little too high-pitched and squeaky - that Derek stepped in, “Alright. Let’s pack it up,” he slid in between the two of you, “I think we best get you two home,” it wasn’t a question.

“And you,” Penelope whirled on Derek, prodding him in the chest with her index finger, “You are just the most magnificent person I’ve ever seen,” she cupped his cheeks, squishing them together, “Look at you. You… You magnificent Green god of a man.”

“Mr. Magnificent,” you followed up with a giggle, puffing out your chest and putting on your best impression of Derek, “Look out. Here comes Mr. Magnificent. Watch your doors.”

“Okay. Alright. As much as I’m loving this conversation we’re having,” he took hold of Penelope’s shoulders and firmly began steering her down the street, “You need to go home.”

“Speak soon, my love,” you blew a kiss in the general direction that Derek and Penelope had gone off in, and then you turned to Spencer, “Let’s go!” you dramatically pointed in the vague direction of your apartment and strode off.

“Woah! Hey!” Spencer ran to catch up with you, “You’re not going home on your own.”

“Obviously,” you rolled your eyes, and you grabbed Spencer’s wrist, “You’re coming with me, you silly genius.”

Spencer let out a yelp as you dragged him down the street. He had to apologize profusely to a couple that you almost rammed into, “Slow down,” he called out, “Do you even know where you’re going?”

You paused at that, and you pursed your lips as you tried to string together a coherent thought, “This way!” you bounded off, though Spencer quickly caught your arm.

“You’re going the wrong way.”

“No, I’m not,” you tried to march off once more, but you stopped a few steps away and swiveled on your heel, “Oh.”

Spencer shook his head, an amused smile playing on his lips, “Told you. You’re…”

“We’re going the wrong way!”

“We?!”

For a long moment, you and Spencer wandered through the streets in near silence. The only sound came from you as you hummed a completely out of tune song to yourself. You didn’t live far from O'Keeffe's, and you usually could’ve walked the distance in two minutes. It took you close to ten considering how often you decided to stop and take notice of every little thing that caught your eye. 

At one point, Spencer had to grab your hand and drag you down the street. You didn’t mind that, though. Your skin tingled as he squeezed your hand, and it made you giggle. You always were the type to get too giggly and hyper when you’d had too much to drink.

“Oh, come on,” Spencer stood in front of the elevator in your apartment building, grumbling in frustration at the ‘out of order’ sign that was plastered on the doors, “You have got to be kidding me.”

“It’s broken.”

“I know it’s broken.”

You collapsed onto the stairs with a soft thud. Your eyes were starting to droop from tiredness, “It’s always broken.”

Spencer sighed and turned to you, another one of those amused smiles lighting up his face as he saw you staring at the ceiling - even though you were staring at absolutely nothing, “Are you even capable of using the stairs right now?”

“I will be if you carry me.”

“I’m not carrying you,” Spencer gently tugged your arm, “Come on. What floor is your apartment on?”

“Tenth.”

“Oh, for…” he quickly cut himself off, and he pulled you to your feet as he began guiding you up the stairs almost one step at a time, “Alright. Come on, then. Let’s get you home.”

“I don’t want to,” you whined, tugging on his hand, “No. No. I have a secret.”

If you weren’t being so cute, then Spencer would’ve been exasperated by this point. You clearly needed your bed, and he so desperately wanted his, “What is it?”

“It’s a secret,” you giggled, and you beckoned him closer, “Come here. Let me whisper it.”

“Fine,” Spencer rolled his eyes affectionately, and he took a step closer, “Can you tell me now?”

“No,” you grabbed his jacket, tugging him so close that his face was right against yours, “There. Close enough,” you giggled once more, and you leaned in so close that your lips were almost on his ear, “I want to kiss you.”

Spencer’s reaction was as if someone had burned him with a hot iron. He took a step back, and his expression was one of pure, unadulterated shock, “You… You want to…” it wasn’t often that you saw Spencer at a loss for words, “You want to kiss me?!”

You hummed in response, and you clapped your hands excitedly, “Yeah! Can I kiss you?” you asked, bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet, “Because I really want to kiss you.”

Spencer’s mouth opened and closed as if he were a fish out of water. It made you laugh harder than you already were, “I… I…” Spencer fumbled over his words for a few more seconds, but then he seemed to collect himself. He straightened up, and despite the blush painting his cheeks, his shocked expression morphed into one of delight, “Yeah. Okay. You can kiss me.”

The next noise out of your mouth was a squeal, “Yay!” you barely gave him a chance to prepare himself before you grabbed his collar and pressed your lips to his. You felt fireworks exploding in your mind, but you weren’t entirely sure if they were because of the kiss or the alcohol. Either way, it was quite possibly one of the best moments of your life.

After a few seconds, the kiss broke. Spencer pulled away first, but he seemed reluctant to do so, “I… That was…”

“That was amazing!” you finished his sentence for him, “I want to do it again. Can we do it again? Pretty please?”

Your plea got a genuine laugh out of Spencer. He was half-tempted to kiss you again, but he shook his head, “No. We’re waiting until you’re sober before we do that again,” he took your arm and began helping you up the stairs, “Come on. You need sleep. You’re going to have the worst hangover in the world tomorrow.”

“No fair. I hate hangovers,” you whined. You were interrupted when you tripped on the stairs and almost face planted right into the carpet. It was pure luck Spencer caught you before you did, “Ow. Who put that there?”

ꨄ︎

“Oh my God,” all you could really do was stare at Spencer with your mouth wide open. It was a wonder your face wasn’t burning, “Spence, I…” everything made so much sense - the strange glances, the teasing comments, all of it - “I am so sorry. I…”

“No. No. Don’t be sorry,” Spencer quickly reassured you, and he placed a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to try and ease the nerves that were creeping through your tone. He closed the distance between you, too, which you appreciated. At least he didn’t hate you, “You don’t have to apologise. I… I didn’t mind.”

You thought you’d finally managed to get over the first wave of shock, but then it all hit you once again, “You didn’t?”

From the moment you’d first walked into the BAU on your very first day, you’d fancied Spencer more than you’d ever fancied anyone ever before. You couldn’t explain it. Then, as your working relationship turned into an actual outside-of-work friendship, you decided it was easier to keep quiet about your feelings for him than risk ruining the good relationship that the two of you already had. 

“But… But I was drunk, and…”

Spencer quirked an eyebrow up at that, “Are you saying you didn’t mean it?”

“No. Of course, I meant it,” you corrected him, immediately faltering when you saw that smug smirk on his face, “Shut up,” it was hard to act annoyed when the goofiest grin imaginable was taking over your face, “I didn’t think you’d actually kiss me.”

Spencer let out a soft laugh, “Yeah, well. You were pretty insistent. It’s hard to say no to you,” he rubbed his shoulder, wincing a little, “I’m pretty sure you almost broke my shoulder after you shoved me against the door and demanded I kiss you again.”

At that, you sunk as far as you could into the couch cushions as if you were willing to disappear into them, “I hate you,” you attempted to weakly swat at him.”

“Your drunk self says otherwise,” Spencer laughed, deflecting your swat and catching your hand instead, “To be honest, if you hadn’t lost every single one of your inhibitions that night, I’m pretty sure we’d still be calling this a friendship.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, “Oh? Is that not what this is?”

“I don’t know,” Spencer countered, “Do you usually go around kissing your best friends?”

“Personally, no. But I don’t judge, so…” you trailed off, and your eyes flitted to Spencer’s lips for a brief second, “So, if I clearly didn’t mind, and you didn’t mind, then does that mean I get to kiss you again? Sober, this time, obviously.”

"Yeah. I suppose that’s exactly what this means,” Spencer scooted a little closer, and now the gap between the two of you was non-existent, “It’s good to know that you’ll actually remember this one.”

You giggled at that comment. You sounded as if you were on cloud nine, and you definitely felt it, too, “Yeah. Me too. I can’t believe I don’t even remember our first kiss,” Spencer was about to kiss you, but you placed a hand on his chest to stop him, “You’re definitely not mad at me, though, right?”

Spencer chuckled, and he shook his head, “You’re impossible. Of course, I’m not mad.”

“Good. Just checking,” you took your hand off his chest, instead choosing to place it on his hip, “You can kiss me now.”

[rufflebuttercup]

it's been months since i wrote this and I'm only now noticing I said "green god of a man" what does that even mean???

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13.3

[starchaser45]

Emily only allowing herself to cry when she's in Spencer's arms cause she's sure he's safe is my Roman Empire

[rufflebuttercup]

my new work uniform is specifically called charcoal grey so now i have an excuse to quote aaron hotchner all the time