Assorted prompts 15: "My head is killing me, can you just shut up for five minutes?" Poly BAU if possible, if not I’m always here for Hotch/Reid 🥰
For the ship prompts could you do 7 or 15 with Hotch/Reid, please? I'm craving some angsty today...
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Spencer knew that he could be a lot. He knew that he rambled. He was aware of it. He knew it when it happened, but people normally stopped him before he could get all that far with whatever he was saying.
But Aaron, Aaron always listened. Even when he didn’t know what Spencer was talking about, or when he was tired, Aaron always listened when Spencer had something to say. That was one of the things that he loved about him the most.
That being said, of course, everyone had those days where when they got home, all they wanted to do was sit in silence and not listen to people yap their ear off.
Apparently, Aaron was having one of those days.
He had been so patient. God, he had the patient of a saint, and Spencer loved that about him. But everyone’s patience ran out every once in a while.
It happened in the car, because all bad things happened when people were trapped together in the car.
“And, you know, they say that Bradbury was the-”
Aaron was gripping at the steering wheel so tightly, that they had turned white. He looked about ready to slam his head into the horn. "My head is killing me, can you just shut up for five minutes?"
His stream of ramblings came to a halt, his lips pressed together in a thin line.
“Thank you.”
The car ride was silent after that, which Aaron seemed to be rather pleased about. Spencer hoped so, at the very least.
They silently climbed from the car and into the building, up the stairs to Aaron’s apartment.
The both of them were dead silent as they walked through the door. Spencer got Aaron the bottle of Advil and a glass of water before he went to the bedroom. If Aaron wanted silence, Spencer would give it to him.
A whole five minutes went past before there was a knock at the door. “Yes?”
“Spence... I screwed up.”
“I should have shut my mouth.”
“No... no, you shouldn’t have. Can I come in?”
“It’s your apartment. You can do what you want.”
The door cracked open and he stepped inside before sitting himself on the edge of the bed. “Look. I really screwed that up, and I’m sorry that I snapped at you. I’ve got a killer headache and Strauss has been breathing down my neck. That’s no excuse, though, and I’m sorry that I treated you like that.”
He drummed his fingers against his knee. “It’s... it’s alright. You’re just... it’s okay. You said your head hurts? Here.” He patted his thigh. “Lay down.”
He moved so that he was laying with his head resting in Spencer’s lap and he started to massage his temples. “I love you, even if you were a little bit of an asshole.”
Aaron huffed out a little laugh. “I love you too.”
