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Sleepovers

Pairing: Charlie Kelly/Reader

Notes: Hi! these were two separate blurbs that I kind of mixed together, let me know what you think!

1:46 A.M. 

On A Friday

You come up the stairs, leaning heavily on the rail and stumbling. Fuck, man, you were gone. A live band was playing at this bar, so you decided to go and had a little too much fun. You were humming to yourself as you climbed up the stairs, your voice bouncing through the walls and falling back on your ears. Your head was pounding as if you were still next to the speakers, ears ringing and body vibrating. You finally make it to the top and turn sharply, making your way to the end of the hall. Was it the best idea to be this drunk, this late at night? No, not by yourself, but you were far too fucked to care. A small blob is perched against your door, growing larger into view as you stumble through the hallway. It’s Charlie. 

“Charlie?”  The rasp in your voice is evident. He jolts awake, his eyes wild, and his breathing quickens. 

“Y/N! Dude! Oh my god, Frank fuckin locked me out! Again!” He’s flailing his arms around to convey how betrayed he is.  This wasn’t a super regular occurrence, but it happened now and then when Frank had ‘whores’ over. When that happened you would let Charlie crash on the couch, which he always gratefully thanked you. He’s rambling on and on now about the day they had and how he ended up in this situation, but it was all muffled in your ears. Can he not tell you’re incredibly fucked up right now? Does he not care? You’re squinting at him with dry, red eyes, trying to focus on his lips so maybe you can make out a word or two. 

“Dude- you okay?” He finally notices your body language, stopping mid-rant. You look at him, noticing his lips aren’t moving anymore, and he’s looking at you with a quizzical brow. 

You lick your lips and smile slightly. “Uhm.. what?” 

His brows furrow. “Y/N, you okay?” He talks slower now, trying to sound out each word precisely. 

“Charlie…” You reach your hand out to his shoulder and push him lightly, laughing. “I’m so fucked up right now.” 

He laughs in response, but worry is still evident on his face. Charlie hasn’t known you for awfully long, but he’s never seen you like this. Sure, you came in for a drink at Paddy’s sometimes, but you always limited yourself. This was new. He noticed your eye makeup was smudged, you used to have lipstick on but now it just seemed like a stain. Your sweatshirt was falling off your shoulders, your hair was wild, and your eyes were red. You were blinking quite slowly, your body swaying back and forth. Not that he knew much about you - even though he would rifle through your trash and sometimes read your mail - he was intrigued. You seemed loose, unfiltered. 

“Yeah- so uh- can I crash here again?” He’s playing with his hands nervously. 

“No prob, Bob.” You smiled at him and unlocked your door, leaning on it heavily while it opened. He walks in and leans on the kitchen counter, watching as you sit down on the floor and struggle with your shoes. He smiles to himself as he admires you. Your tongue sticking out while you squint at the shoelaces, plucking at the knot so hopefully it untangles itself. Your jacket falls again, and you frustratingly rip it off you. He chuckles and crosses his arms over his chest. 

“You need some help?” Your head snaps up and looks at him. You grunt and wave him off, focusing back in on the laces trying a new angle. One finally lets up and you kick off one shoe, cheering to yourself. You help yourself up from the floor, walking into the kitchen, and grabbing a glass, filling it with water. Charlie is still silent, just watching you stumble around. He clears his throat and you look at him, before he points down to your feet, still having one shoe on. You groan to yourself and ignore it, chugging the glass of water. He laughs and gets down on his knees. He grabs your leg and lifts it, setting it on his thigh as he quickly loosens the laces, slipping your foot out and throwing the show to the front door. He looks up at you, smiling. 

It was silent. He’s on the floor smiling up at you with his green doe eyes. His head is tilted ever so slightly. It felt intimate. His touch was so soft. Your mouth dried up instantly, and your heartbeat quickened. He’s up again, leaning against the counter and just looking at you. 

“Quit it.” Your hand flies up and covers your face from his gaze. 

“Quit what?” He laughs. 

“Quit looking at me.” You mumble out and drink the rest of your water. His hands come up defensively and a goofy smile is on his face.  

“Alright, my bad.” He chuckles and heads over to the couch. You hold up a finger to him and put the glass in the sink, then make your way to the bedroom, grabbing him a pillow and blanket for his night on the couch. He had a specific blanket he liked, which you found endearing. Charlie is a strange man, sure, but you understood him.

–Dating– 

Sometimes Charlie was quiet at night. Usually, it was after he recapped his crazy day, ate, and had a few drinks. He would just sit and watch. It was quite endearing. He loved being around you, even if it was in silence. All that mattered was that he was with you. 

You sang. Maybe it was more of a humming depending on if you knew the words to the song or not. The second you started running around for your bedtime routine, the humming would start. Changing into the pjs, brushing hair, washing face. It made him chuckle too, whenever you would stop for a few beats, then continue right where you left off. He wasn’t sure if it was a comfort thing or not, or if you were simply trying to get the song out of your head, but he loved it. Goosebumps would take over his skin when he heard your voice bouncing off the walls. Charlie’s favorite was; Stuck In the Middle With You. Something about how your octave changed when it came to the chorus or the slight riffing you would do during an instrumental part you couldn’t voice. He couldn’t get enough of how you were so effortless around him. It struck his heart, and he was enamored with you. 

Another one of his favorite things about you was your touch. It was slow at first, a huge buildup to the first time you even hugged him; He nearly cried with joy, It was gradual, like all things, but soon it was hard for you to not touch him. Your hand on his thigh, a passing touch on his waist, your hand on his shoulder. It filled him with electricity, the skin beneath your touch growing cold as soon as you left. Charlie was a fool for you, through and through. A dumb goofy smile would rest on his face when you entered a room. His brows would relax into an unfurrowed state, his eyes would soften when he saw the smile on your face. Charlie’s absolute favorite was your scratches. You called them softies - he hated that, it sounded degrading. It was your second nature, for your hands to be consumed with something. It was particularly during movies or lying in bed. Your arm would wrap around his shoulders, starting with rubbing circles into his shoulder. Then, when you got more invested, your hand would drift up to his hair. Scratching and pulling lightly, untangling the knots from the whirlwind of his day. Then your hand would drop, resting on the high of his back, this was when he would lean forward - pretending to be so engrossed in the movie - but it was really to give you more access. This was his nirvana. When you would switch from your nails to your fingertips they would dance along his skin. Goosebumps would cover his arms, and a blush would stem from his cheeks to his ears. Your touch always seemed to render him speechless. His knees would grow weak and he would melt into your touch. 

Before bed, you would crawl in beside him. Maybe you had a book, or you would catch up to the news on your phone. Either way, one hand was always on him. He would hold you, his head laying on your mid-drift as you’re propped up leaning against the pillows and headboard. His arm would be draped around you, one leg bent on top of yours. Your arm would be behind him, scratching or drawing into his back. Charlie’s sleep always varied - to you at least. He was sneaky, pretending to fall asleep so you would start reading the book under your breath. The whisper of your words paints such a beautiful picture for him. Your yawns would get more frequent, and your breathing would get deeper. Your body would sink lower into the bed, and he knew you were about to join him. The lights would click off and you would slide lower until his head was on your chest, you kept your arm around him, still rubbing small circles into his skin. He knew when you were hanging on by a thread. Your movements would stutter, and the scratching on his back would cease for seconds at a time. You’d twitch lightly and your scratching would resume, he always tried not to giggle when he noticed. 

You mumble out, your voice lower as sleep is washing over you. “What’re you laughing at…” 

Charlie chuckled. “You just do this thing sometimes- like uh- you fall asleep in the middle of scratching me… and then you must wake up again or something- I dunno. It’s just cute is all.” His voice trails off. He gets up slowly wraps one hand under you and flips you gently, turning your back to his chest and holding you close to him. 

“Do I really do that?” A low laugh rumbles from you. Charlie moves your hair from your neck and kisses it softly, smiling at your warm skin. 

“Yeah, you really do.” He hums into your neck, causing you to giggle. "I love you." 

"I love you too, Charlie."

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YOU'RE TOO SWEET FOR ME | Spencer Reid x Sunshine!Reader

Request: @avis-writeshq says -

HELLO HELLO jumping on your 2k celebration reqs because 2K OMG SO DESERVED ‼️🫶

may i perhaps request a spencer reid x fem!reader fic please 🥹 maybe him post prison w new reader and she follows him around everywhere because she’s just instantly enamoured to him 🤭

thank you so so much lovely and congrats again !!!

Description: thirteen years in the fbi and ten weeks in prison does a number on Spencer, only when he arrives back in the office he meets the sunshine rookie that seems rather taken with him.

word length: 2.6k (this really ran away from me)

warnings: post-prison Reid, slightest age gap, Spencer dealing with coming home from prison, gun shooting?

authors note: hosier's new song 'Too Sweet' + post-prison reid is a need, not a want.

He smelled her french vanilla perfume before he even knew she was there. But then again, it was all he could smell the minute she waltzed into the office with a tray of coffee, like someone had stuck a sweet dessert in the oven and baked it on full. 

“Good morning!” She chirped, winding an arm over his shoulder and setting down a take out cup and a little chocolate donut on his desk, “Pen said you like chocolate, and I mean who doesn’t like chocolate, right?” 

She was potent when she was so close to him, and in one single breath he caught a whiff of her shampoo, before she had flitted over to her side of the desk that sat opposite his, where Morgan once sat. Noticing his hesitance, mistaking it for discontent she paused, almost spilling her own beverage over the potted plant she kept by her keyboard, scrambling to set it on the surface.

“Y-you do like chocolate right? I mean they had strawberry too, I can switch yours with JJ’s, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind-” She splurged, and her face was much too worried considering it was a matter of a donut, particularly considering he was already eying up the way the thick chocolate was melting in the pastry bag.

“Chocolate is great, I love…” He held up the bag to read the label with squinting hazel hues, “Cocoa Caramel delight,”

He had never heard of it.

He had never even seen this brand, but he wanted to quell her nerves even in the slightest. The BAU didn’t have the funds for a new keyboard, let alone time to send her to the ER if she ended up spilling her coffee over her hand. 

She seemed convinced, and he offered her a small smile, not exactly his most enthusiastic, but then again he hadn’t been much of a morning person since he’d come out of prison. He liked quiet, he liked a moment to himself before Penelope called them into the round table for briefing. But she was sweet, too sweet perhaps for the dark nature of their job. 

He could already see it chewing up her perky disposition and spitting her right back out within a year. It happened to the best of them.

But she smiled back at him, a million watt grin that made him think maybe he was being a little cruel. She was still brand new, still trying to make friends and he remembered how hard he tried when it had been his first few weeks on the team. He turned his gaze away from her in shame, reading the way she’d written his name on the cup in a pink sharpie, framing it with two doodle hearts. 

She all but skipped away, sensing he didn’t feel like talking much anymore, and he heard Emily exclaiming she was ‘A caffeine angel sent from the heavens,’ as she handed her the drink. He watched her braided hair disappear down the hall as she bounced over to Penelope’s lair. 

He picked at the cocoa caramel delight with a kind of self loathing he was familiar with, the french vanilla still a saccharine sugar in his nose. 

-

She caught him again; though this time he felt her bristle past his arm, watching the bullets pierce the target paper with an accuracy that only came from fourteen years of practice. 

“Do you reckon you could teach me how to do that?” Her cadence was light and airy, and he had to stop himself from jumping, from slamming the butt of the gun into her nose on reaction, because he knew she meant well, even though she had no idea how damaged he was.

He was still out of sorts from having to look over his shoulder at every second of the day, and he was surprised he was holding it together so far. He supposed shooting the shit out of a target helped.

Because it was just her, looking at him with soft eyes and a smile that could start wars, and he knew she had no idea the effect she had on the walls he’d tried so hard to build in prison. 

She must have mistook his look for annoyance, because she was quick to fumble with her own loaded gun, taking a step back in retreat, worried that she crossed some line she didn’t know he’d drawn.

“Or I could get Luke to show me, I didn’t mean to bother you, I just am really a shit shot and I know that’s pretty useless in the field-” It wasn’t until he flicked the safety on and took a step to follow her did she look at him again hopefully. 

“No, I’d be more than happy to show you,” He cleared his throat, setting his pistol in its holster and stepping behind her as she lined herself up for the fake body meant to resemble an unsub, “We all have to start somewhere. Show me your form,” 

She raised her arms up in front of her, aiming for a few seconds for the spot in the centre of the chest cavity, her finger reaching up for the trigger. 

She shot once, her face hardened for the first time he’d ever seen, and they both watched the paper rip about half a foot down the unsub’s leg. 

“See, in my head it’s hitting dead centre and then by the time I shoot it’s wiggling all over the place,” She explained, scratching her neck and frowning at the paper body, “I don’t suppose unsubs are willing to stand still and wait while the rookie figures out her shot,”

“Your hips are perfect, wide stance means you get more stability against the ricochet,” She tried not to simper at his words, or the way he sidled up behind her, his hands coming up to her shoulders as if he’d known her for years, as if JJ hadn’t told her how much he hated other people’s germs, “It’s in your shoulders you’re losing balance, try relaxing a little,”

But she couldn’t not when he was breathing down her neck, rubbing those long fingers over her shoulder blades trying to get her to straighten out her posture, hoping he couldn’t feel the way her chest rattled with nerves. 

“Relax,” He reminded, trying not to chuckle when he felt her shake her arms out as a means of hiding the way her skin had warmed under his rough touch, “You know, my unit chief taught me how to shoot. I wasn’t at all good at it when I first started,”

“Oh really?” She asked, her breaths feather light as he reached around her and adjusted her grip on the gun, “H-he must have been a good teacher,”

“He was the best,” Spencer agreed, brushing off the fact she was all but putty beneath his hands, “Three steps for the perfect shot; front sight, trigger press, follow through. Always keep your head forward, always keep your dominant finger ready, and wait until you’ve shot to drop your stance,” 

She looked up at him in admiration, and her soft smile was back as his own musk of laundry detergent and chamomile soap encompassed her as his arms did. 

He brought one of those big hands to the back of her head, moving her with gentle ease to look back at the target, a slight chuckle in his voice as he spoke: “Focus, what’s step number one?”

“Front sight,” She echoed him, fixing her shoulders with determination as he dropped his hands and stepped away from her. Taking a deep breath, she murmured to herself under her breath the next step as her forefinger rested over the trigger. She pulled it after a moment of courage, and froze in spot as she watched it hit where the stomach would sit. 

Not a perfect shot, but certainly a lot better than she had been doing. 

Her eyes widened behind the thick protective glasses, and her hands became fists above her head as she squealed in delight. 

“Did you see that- did you see!” She yelled over the sound proof ear muffs they both wore, and he was quick to grab the gun out of her swinging arms, clicking the safety on for her before she could end up blowing a hole in the ceiling. 

“Very good, give it a few months you’ll be a natural,” He complimented with a smile as she clapped her hands in glee, buzzing on the spot as if she’d chugged five energy drinks or doubled up on her coffee for the day. 

He tried ignoring the way his chest warmed seeing her so happy because of him, especially when she looked at him like that. 

--

“You said you needed those files, Dr Reid,” She’d appeared again, like she always did, and he had barely enough time to look up from the paper he was already inspecting before he was hit by the perfume again, and he looked up to see two bright eyes watching him hopefully. Her arms were piled high with easily a box full of folders he had asked Anderson to find for him, and he saw the way she strained slightly to keep them held tight. 

“Jesus! Let me help you,” She prayed he couldn’t feel the way her heart thumping against the manilla folders as he leaned over to take them out of her grasp, the way her eyes fell to his light smattering of facial hair as his lips were little more than a few inches from hers. Even when his hands brushed hers, and he seemed to realise she was staring, watching her scramble to look somewhere else other than his amused eyes, embarrassed he’d caught her, “Thankyou. And just call me Spencer,” 

“Thankyou,” She echoed, shaking her head with a girlish smile on her face, her cheeks warm with humiliation, “I mean you’re welcome, any time,” 

For the sake of her self preservation he waited until she turned around to smile to himself, pretending he didn’t see the way she muttered under her breath, or that she almost walked straight into the filing cabinet on her hasty exit out of the office. 

“Seems like you have a shadow,” Emily’s voice met him as he heard her heeled footsteps approach, and they both watched their newest team mate almost bump right into JJ as she kept her head down, stroking down her hair nervously, “She was super excited to meet you when you were away, said she went to one of your guest lectures you did with Hotch a couple years ago,”

His brows shot into his hairline, something warm flourishing in his chest when he saw her look back to see the two of them watching her, and she immediately darted for her seat for an excuse to turn her back to them. 

Spencer smiled again, running a hand through his curled locks as if he was trying to thing of something else other than he large grin that had over come his features. 

She certainly was charming, in an incredibly girlish way, and he wasn’t the only one who thought it. He hadn’t heard Penelope giggling so much since Morgan had left, nor did he miss the way Rossi and Emily watched her darting around in the field, chasing after her as if she needed on of those leashes people had for toddlers.

Or the way Luke had had to talk her out of bringing a stray cat back to the BAU just two days ago because ‘it looked sad and lonely’. 

She was only eight years his junior, and yet he felt like the job had made him too hard, too mature, too tough against a softness like hers.

Girls had never really been interested in him, at least not for him as Spencer Reid, not as SSA Dr Reid. He had the occasional fling, even Maeve in the grand scheme of things had been a budding romance at best, and just the thought of Cat Adams viper-like eyes had him shuddering. 

He barely wanted anything to do with women at the moment, at least that was what he’d told himself every night he’d been fighting for his damn life in prison. 

But it was almost too easy to feel this way about her, like he couldn’t drink in her sweet smell or even sweeter voice fast enough, or bathe in her gaze that melted like rich chocolate when he took a glance her way. 

He didn’t bring it up with her until they were the last few people filing out of the office. 

“I can drive you,” She chirped, almost dropping the contents of her bag everywhere as she rooted for her car keys, and before he could protest, because it was like all he could see not was how eager to be around him she was and he wasn’t too sure he could keep himself from opening pandora’s box, she jingled her keys, that of course had crochet bluebells hanging from them and all but danced past him into the elevator. “Come on, you can have shotgun,” 

“I’ll be the only passenger, doesn’t that mean I automatically have shotgun?” He asked, following behind her as she stood in the elevator with a beaming smile, her finger clicking the ground floor button a bunch of times even though it made no difference how fast the doors closed. 

“Well, yeah, but it’s going to be the best shotgun you’ve ever had. I’m talking you can be Miss Daisy and I’ll be your Morgan Freeman,” And as if her spirit was infectious, he shook his head with a hidden chuckle.

There was a minute of silence between the two as she played with a loose thread on her cardigan, and it was then he took the chance to ask her the question that had been burning on his lips all day. 

“You didn’t by any chance go to University of Pennsylvania, did you?” Spencer asked, noting the way her eyes fell to the floor and how she licked her lips nervously.

“Yeah,” She replied cautiously, fingers clenched tightly around her keyring, “I know it’s not Caltech, but it was pretty good-”

“Didn't you see my lecture with Hotch?” He asked, and his smile widened tenfold when her hands slapped over her cheeks that burned with horror, moving quickly up to cover her eyes, “Little birdy told me you were quite excited to meet me-”

“Oh, Emily,” She groaned, burying her face in her palms, avoiding his teasing expression like the plague, “I knew, I knew she was going to tell you, I’m surprised she didn’t tell JJ first, unless she did and our whole team know I was some crazy girl who liked the FBI agents so much she switched her major,” 

“You switched your major for me?” He asked incredulously and he only laughed harder, one of the first times since he’d come home, when she groaned louder, turning away from him entirely. 

“Shut up, I did not swap my major for you,” She bit back, and she finally met his gaze, her expression an embarrassed wince, “I just… liked the material. You were very compelling,”

“Did you have a poster of us?” Spencer wanted to stop teasing, knew he was being a little cruel, but how could he resist when she shriek in between laughter, shoving his shoulder with mortification.

“No,”

“Did you kiss Hotch’s picture before bed like a crazy fangirl?” 

She gestured to him vulgarly as they left the elevator and headed for the car park, and it made a huge difference to the usual adoration she watched him with, but maybe, he thought, it made him like her even more. 

“No more shotgun for you, you’re going in the trunk like an old rug,” She snapped, though he could tell she was still horrified by the way she avoided his delighted hazelnut gaze. 

“Like an old rug?” He feigned hurt, but when they sat in her car, she finally looked over at him with something vulnerable and yet affectionate, like he’d seen her for all she was worth. He reached over the console to squeeze her hand gently, not missing the way her palm clammed beneath his and she struggled for words, so he continued for her, “That’s really no way to talk to your idol, you know,” 

Spencer swore his chest felt lighter than it had in months watching her laugh like that.

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LOOVVEEE ur charlie fics!!! please make more :33

Ily so much I am obsessed with him so there will be more to come <33333

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Word Vomit

Pairing: Charlie/Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, drug use, slight panic.

Summary: You and Charlie have been friends for a long time, but his worrying finally gets you to confess.

Word Count: 2.9k

Notes: Heyo! I hope you all enjoy this! Can someone pls tell me how to collapse a fic so it doesn't take up the whole hashtag, idk why but that shit bothers me. Lmk what you think! <3 Edit: Guys I fucking figured it out.

Okay, you would be the first to admit, that maybe you had a problem. But, hey, admitting is the first step!

The whole gang had past addictions as well, it’s not like they were any saint compared to you. From glue huffing, crack, and coke, to alcohol. So compared to all of those combined, you were good! They were oblivious anyway, always too fixated on what was happening inside the group to be mindful of outsiders. So, until anyone else saw it was a problem, you were in the clear.

You walk into the bar, and everyone is already screaming at each other to notice, besides Charlie. You quickly tuck into the bathroom, locking it behind you and pulling out your baggie. It’s full, you just picked it up before heading to the bar. You sigh, but a smile graces your face as you pour some lines out. Sniffing them up quickly, you check your face in the mirror before heading out. Charlie excuses himself unbeknownst to the gang and hops right on over to you, cheekily sliding past you to get behind the bar, touching your back lightly.

“Hey hey hey!” He cheers happily. “What can I get for you?” He smiles giddily at you.

You wave him off lightly, “Since you’re not technically a bartender, I’ll make it easy and just take a beer.” Flashing a smile at him and starting to grab some cash from your wallet.

He pops off the cap with ease and slides it over, rejecting your hand with the money and smiling at you.

“It’s on me.” He bows slightly and grabs himself a beer.

“It’s always on you.” You laugh back and take a sip, enjoying the cool it brings to your throat.

“That’s the Charlie special.” He winks at you. A blush comes over your face, he doesn’t know he’s flirting and that’s not his fault. Too infatuated with the waitress to give any person another thought. It was hard, a one-sided crush on someone like him.

He bashed rats! He went into the sewer naked for fun! He slept in a bed with another man and played nighttime games with him! Digging through the trash to find any secret treasure. He drinks paint. He eats stickers. He doesn’t brush his teeth for god’s sake, and you wanted him. Wholeheartedly. You’ve seen the devotion he gives to the waitress, who doesn’t even give him a second thought. Charlie deserves more. He would worship her if given the chance. You’re not jealous per se, but you can have a crush. Charlie is just so intoxicating to be around. So charismatic and happy. He’s ready for anything at the drop of a hat, he may dispute and argue, but he’ll always give in. He’s the wild card, unabashedly unashamed.

He waves his hand in front of you, taking you out of your daze and a blush of embarrassment quickly rages your face.

“Whatcha dreaming about?” He asks a brow quirked and a shy smile on his face.

“Oh! Uh- just uhm hungry.” It wasn’t technically a lie.

“You want me to take you somewhere?” He perks up instantly. Of course, he would, he loves going out to eat. And for free!

You sigh lightly, chugging your beer quickly. “Sure, let’s do it.” Alone time with Charlie never hurt anyone.

“Great! Let’s go to this coffee shop I know…” He trails off, thinking of the waitress. You inwardly groan and roll your eyes.

“Can we go to someplace else?” You try to ask without ground teeth. Charlie deflates, if he was a dog his ears would’ve turned down. You frown, but overall it would be better for you. He mumbles out a quick yes, before grabbing his coat. You excuse yourself to the bathroom quickly and he quirks a brow at you. You give him a pressed smile. Just a few more lines, and then maybe you’ll be done for the night.

You walk out of the bathroom, giddy as can be. Thoughts are running through your mind, and you want to talk away. Charlie notices a pep in your step, he assumes you're just happy for a meal.

The walk there is quick. It’s sunny out and there’s a slight chill in the air. The tip of your nose is tinged pink, probably from the drugs but maybe it’s the air. Charlie is rambling on about something and all you can do is watch him. How he talks with his hands, his facial expressions changing with the story. You’ve noticed that sometimes when he gets a big smile, his ears raise slightly as well. You’re just smiling dumbly at him. Any outsider could see it. You’re sick with love.

At the restaurant, you both order drinks, something frilly and fruity for you, and Charlie just orders a beer, though he’s jealous of your cocktail. You drink it quickly, trying to mask your face when the runs start happening in your throat. Your nose is runny and you’ve been clearing your throat a lot.

“Hey man, are you- like sick or something?” Charlie squints at you, leaning back in the booth. You tense up lightly, finishing the drink and pushing it away from you.

“Uh- no- not that I know off. It could be allergies, you know pollen and stuff.” You wave your hand as if to show pollen flowing through the air. His eyebrows raise and he nods in understanding.

“Yeah, dude, that shit fucks with people.” He shakes his head and finishes his beer. You don’t know how much he’s had to drink today, but you’re hoping to be shitfaced by the end of the night. Sure, it would be easier to drink at Paddy’s, but fruity cocktails are so easy to get down. If you can afford that much coke, you can afford a few cocktails at happy hour.

Charlie is trying to read the menu. Complaining about how there are no pictures that he can look at. You chuckle at him.

“Charlie, I’ll order for you. There’s a meat and cheese platter.” A huge smile overcomes his face, his eyes crinkle and you laugh.

“Dude, you’re just- the best, man.” He shakes his head and smiles brightly. You blush and avoid his eye. “How come you always do that?” He asks quickly.

“Do what?” You ask, confused.

“You just never look at me after I say stuff like that.” He shrugs and starts fiddling with his fingers. His brows pinched together as he focused on the skin around his nails. Your posture gets a bit straighter, and you look at anything but him. Charlie isn’t the smartest person on the planet, but fuck, he is so oblivious when a girl is into him. It’s charming really, he’s just authentically himself all the time. He never shows off unless it’s the waitress. Of course, he’s cocky when it comes to the group, but he never falters.

“It’s nothing.” You turn down his questioning. He backs off when the waiter comes over and you order, getting another drink for yourself while he’s there.

The food is there in a flash and Charlie goes directly for the cheese. You smile and laugh, digging into your meal as well. Coke has an interesting effect on your appetite, but at least you can take it for leftovers if he doesn’t eat it as well. You nurse the drink while Charlie rambles about the cheese, among other things. You listen and nod when he’s looking for a reaction, giving small feedback when there’s a lull while he’s swallowing. It’s almost intimate. The two of you are alone at a dimly lit table, it feels like a date. You weren’t the only one who thought that.

The waiter comes back around with a small dessert and sets it on the table. He clears his throat, “Couples get a free dessert on us!” He smiles grandly and Charlie chokes lightly.

“Oh, man, yeah we’re not dating. Can we still have the dessert though?” He reaches for the plate and the waiter looks at you, quirking a brow. You’re face is flushed with embarrassment and you quickly shake your head no.

“Uh- no. Dessert is free only for couples.” The waiter also reaches for the plate before Charlie holds it away from him.

“Yeah, I mean, I get it man but you already put the plate down and said it was for us. So- I think it’s only right…” He trails off with his defense, it falls on deaf ears. You excuse yourself to the bathroom real quick, shuffling out of the seat and into the single restroom.

You stare at yourself in the mirror. Your hands are shaking lightly as you pour out a few more lines. Your eyes are wild and your face is flushed. His words ring throughout your head. Charlie didn’t mean it to be malicious, you knew that. He would never do anything to purposely hurt you, but fuck, did that sting. You run your hands through your hair, taking in deep breaths and shoving down the hurt that was bubbling in your throat. Exhaling and grabbing the rolled-up dollar bill, you snort it quickly, tilting your head back and breathing heavily. Plugging each nose and breathing in as hard as you can to avoid any leakage. You look at yourself one more time and quickly walk back to the booth.

Charlie is looking at you weirdly. To be fair, you did just run away. It’s been so long since you guys have been friends. It’s been so long that you’ve been holding all of your feelings in. It’s not fair. It’s not fair that this man gets to be delusion about his crush on the waitress when you have been waiting for him. You could love him. Listen to all of his stories, hold his hand when he starts getting nervous, and pick at his skin. Play and style his hair after a risky endeavor with the gang. You would clean his scratches and bandage them. Scratch his back before bed, and hold him closely and softly just before falling asleep. You would listen to his medleys and would hold him from behind, so when he sings softly it would vibrate throughout your body. You would be his warmth.

“Y/N, you good man?” He looks at you with his soft eyes.

“I’m sorry, Charlie, I just keep zoning out.” You dismiss him.

“It’s more than that.” He mutters. You look at him, tilting your head. “I don’t know- you do this thing, man. You just like- disappear all the time.” He shrugs. You scoff lightly and roll your eyes. “You can talk to me, ya know?” His hand comes up and rubs his neck. “You always listen to me…”

A frog is caught in your throat. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears. You look everywhere but him. Anywhere but him. You’ve planned this out so many different times in your mind. The way you would word your confession if what he did that day would preoccupy him more than your talking. It’s been a million in one scenario. His reaction differs each time, but you’ve never dreamt of one where he feels the same. Your yearning has bounds, and false happiness will always be one. Why is he asking all these questions today?

“Charlie…” He leans in after your voice drops. “Can we just go?” The receipt was on the table when you got back, you reach into your wallet and leave cash on the table. He nods and slides out of the booth, eyeing you as your jaw is tensed and you quickly walk out of the store. You’re thankful for the slight bite in the air, focusing on how the cool air fills your lungs. Charlie is in step beside you, playing with the inside of his pockets, biting the inside of his cheek. The silence is nice. You would never get tired of his voice, but you were so close to telling him everything. It’s terrifying.

You end up in the back alleyway of the bar, reaching for the door before Charlie steps in front of you, leaning on the door.

“Dude, what gives?” You ask and reach for the handle, but he’s firmly leaning against it, not budging in the slightest.

“You’re just being weird, man.” He shrugs and looks at you, a pleading look in his eye that drives a stake right through your heart.

You waver for a second. “It’s nothing, Charlie. Genuinely, it’s fine.” You avoid his gaze, he crosses his arms over his chest indicating that he’s not going to be moving for a while. A frustrated sigh comes out and your hand comes up to rub your temples. He shrugs and gives you a pressed look. “Why do you even care?” You ask a small bite in your tone.

“Cause you’re important to me, ya know? I- I like- just having you around…” His head tilts and his look softens. “I like you, dude.”

You scoff and shake your head, a small laugh falling from your lips. “Yeah, sure, you like me.”

“I do man. You’re just like- so cool dude.” His hands drop as he tries to explain something with his hands. “It’s just like- I dunno- my day just gets better when you’re around.” Your heart jumps, breathing falters before he continues. He takes in a deep breath. “Just a great-no-like awesome friend.”

Your heart sinks. Your stomach knots. Your hands shake.

Charlie's mouth is moving but no noise comes out. The only thing you hear is your panicked heartbeat. It vibrates throughout your whole body, making your knees buckle with each pulse. He notices your silence, though it’s somewhat usual, the air is thick. He sees how your jaw tenses and how a glazed look is on your face.

“…you good?” He stutters out. You laugh sharply, your hands coming up to your heated face and bringing a cooling sensation. You take a deep breath in, lips pressed together in a thin line. You clear your throat, not even sure what’s going to spill out of your mouth.

“Charlie.” Okay, starting strong! “It’s- I mean- you just- I’m so-” Fuck, dude. You shake your head in disbelief at the situation, hoping the blinking would somehow make it disappear. He’s watching you struggle with furrowed brows, which makes it even more frustrating, he must think this is so fucking weird. “I just…” You trail off, taking in a deep breath, and locking eyes with him.

“I’m so in love with you.” You rush out. He stills. His hands fall to his sides and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Your heartbeat is through the fucking roof at this point, and your breathing is erratic. You can’t read his look, the information processing. You look away from him now, arms coming up to self-soothe. His mouth opens but you cut him off swiftly.

“And I know the waitress is your one true love or whatever, but she doesn’t even like you!” You state, exasperated. It’s harsh coming from you. “She doesn’t even care, Charlie.” Your tone falls flat. “She can go by every day without thinking about you, and god, sometimes I wish I could do the same. You haunt my thoughts like the ghouls you’re so sure of…” You laugh and look down. “It’s pathetic really, how often you drift through my mind. You know, the first time I came to Paddy’s I was just trying to use the bathroom, but you looked at me. God, the way you looked at me. The smile on your face when I waved, my heart stopped beating. I only stayed cause I had to talk to you, fuck, I needed to hear your voice. The bar is so scary too, but I just needed to be around you. I craved the feeling of your eyes on me and how you would always stop whatever you were doing just to say hi. You have an awful beer selection that I don’t even like, but when you serve it, it tastes like liquid gold! And the way you tell stories gets me so entrapped, how you’re so passionate-”

His hand is holding your cheek, lifting it to look at him. Your eyes are hot and glazed, tears threatening to spill over. His look is soft, his touch is warm but you can feel the callouses against your cheek. God, he’s holding you so softly, like you're fragile. His other hand rests on the back of your arm, thumb stroking softly. Your breath is stuck in your throat, shock is evident on your features.

“God, Charlie.” You laugh as tears crawl down your cheek. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I said all”

His lips are on yours. His lips are on yours.

You close your eyes and your hand cups his face, his lips are so warm, and so soft compared to what you dreamed about. His facial hair tickles you softly, which is oddly endearing. He’s pulling you close, holding you as if you’d crumble, you fear you might if he lets go.

The kiss ends sooner than you’d like, his face is unreadable besides the small smile that graces his lips. You bet your eyes are wild, your skin is covered in goosebumps by this point.

“But- the waitress-” You try to reason with him.

“Doesn’t matter.” His voice is firm. “Nothing matters if I have you.”

Nothing matters if I have you.

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A Man Starved

Pairing: Charlie Kelly x Reader

Warnings: Drugs! Drinking!

Notes: This is my first Charlie Kelly fic! I can't stop thinking about him and it's taking up too much space in my brain. Let me know what you think! God save me.

You walk into the bar, and cheers of your name erupt from the group. You give a wave and sit at the usual spot at the bar. Your eyes glazed over and you have the worst cotton mouth known to man. 

“Beer me.” You call out to Dennis and he obeys, sliding the beer over to you and smiling. He’s been trying to bag you since the moment you met. You didn’t fall for the DENNIS system, and you called him out on his bullshit the moment he tried. Thankful to Charlie for pulling you aside and warning you about it. 

“Y/N! Come over here-’ Charlie calls from the pool table. “I’m about to wipe the floor with this 8-ball shot.” 

Mac scoffs and you saunter over, slowly sipping the beer. 

“Holy shit, Y/N, you are baked!” Mac shouts catching the attention of the group. They all huddle around you as you squint to try to hide your red eyes, a hand coming up to hide your face. 

“No, I’m not!” You shout back in defense, the group laughing and dogging on you quickly. “Guys fuck off! Can I not come into a bar and just be left alone?” 

“Nope!” The group says in unison. 

“Guys come- come on! Just leave her alone man, god!” Charlie quickly comes to your side, holding his hand in front of your face. You laugh loudly and grab his hand to put it down by his side. He smiles softly at the contact and relishes the sound of your laugh.  

“Yeah, leave me be!” You shout and smile brightly. You don’t know how you got integrated into the gang, but you weren’t complaining. Did they do some weird shit sometimes? Yeah, obviously. But it was never a dull moment with them, and that’s what you loved. Plus, they gave you free drinks! That’s always a bonus. 

You finish the drink and bring it to the counter, going behind the bar and grabbing a second one. The gang is arguing now about whether it’s okay to shit on you for being high, and Charlie is defending your honor, tooth and nail. He smiles at you brightly as you make your way back over to the pool table, standing beside him. 

“Silence!” He calls out to the bar, throwing his hands in the air to catch everyone’s attention. “I need silence.” He puts a finger up to his mouth and shushes the group.  

Dennis scoffs. “You’re gonna shush me!?” His mouth drops open. “YOU’RE-’ he points harshly at Charlie. ‘Going to shush ME!?” 

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m gonna shush you!” Charlie points harshly at Dennis and squares himself up. “You trynna go, man? You trynna to fight me!?” He flexes and walks over buffly over to Dennis. Dennis is incredulous and starts ranting about how he could pummel Charlie in a minute.

“Okay, okay, okay!” You step in, laughing. “Let the poor man take his shot.” Charlie exhales and walks over next to you, leaning against the pool cue. Dennis scoffs and backs off as Charlie starts to line up his shot. Silence falls over as his brows furrow in focus, his breathing getting slower as he squints at the ball. Right as he’s about to take his shot- 

Dennis coughs. “Choke.” Charlie misses the shot completely. He shouts and throws the cue on the ground, immediately stepping over and accusing Dennis. You’re doubled over laughing, having to move back and sit on a chair as you try to catch your breath. Mac is next to you, hanging off of your shoulder. 

“Dude, you were never gonna make that anyway!” Dennis calls out and Charlie deflates. 

“Yeah, okay.” He’s not even listening now. All he can look at is the smile taking over your face. How your red eyes are shining with the tears that threaten to fall, how your face gets red when alcohol gets into your system. How you grab onto Mac, and how he’s jealous of the touch that lingers. You lift the bottle to your lips after you calm down, and he wishes that it was him instead. 

You put the bottle down and get up to make your way to the bathroom. He waits a second before following you in, he’ll come up with some excuse that he had to clean a mess in there and distract you with a conversation. 

He walks in and sees you bent over the counter, seemingly cutting something into lines.

“Uh- What are you doing?” He squints at you and walks over.

“Oh!” You stand up quickly and get in front of your business. “What! Nothing! It’s- it’s girl stuff!” You shout quickly, avoiding his eye as your face heats with embarrassment. 

“Girl stuff huh?” He raises a brow at you and crosses his arms over his chest. “Yeah! Yeah- that’s weird 'cause it looks like cocaine.” 

Your face falls open in feigned shock. “Ha-what!” You fan your face. “God, it is just so hot in here, huh?” 

He gives you that look. That stupid, idiotic, puppy-eyed look. You know that look all too well, and it will always work. You sigh and move out of the way, accepting defeat. “Yeah, okay, it’s coke.” 

His face brightens and he licks his lips. He walks over and eyes it, looks back up at you. He smiles, and you melt. 

“I mean- so like- yeah- I mean- can I have some?” He stutters out and raises a brow at you, a sly smile on his face. 

There’s something about Charlie. Maybe it’s how he looks at you as if you’re the first thing he’s ever laid eyes on. He talks to you as if you’re the most important person in the world. He stutters over his words and rambles on when you stare at him for too long. Miraculously, all his work is finished as soon as you step into the bar. He fixes his hair and runs his tongue over his teeth before talking to you. If you happen to touch him, he memorizes how soft your skin is, and how much warmth you emit. He knows the smell of your shampoo. When you wear perfume, he tries to be next to you, no matter what. Maybe it’s how he carries himself, or how his look softens when he makes eye contact with you. Maybe it’s his goofy smile when you say something witty. Maybe it’s how he always sits next to you and favors you no matter the argument. Maybe, it’s just him. It’s just Charlie. 

“Yeah…” You hand over the dollar bill to him. He grazes your fingers and blushes lightly at the contact. He clears his throat and licks his lips again before diving in and snorting up the lines smoothly. He takes in a deep breath and hands the bill back over to you, smiling and exhaling. 

“Holy shit! That is the stuff!” He pumps his fists. “That is what I’m talking about, woo!” He cheers and laughs loudly, turning back to you. You smile and lean down, snorting up the leftover lines. He watches you, his eyes slowly making their way up your bent-over form. He bites his lip watching you, a big smile on his face. 

“Shit, Y/N, I didn’t know you were into stuff like this!” He exclaims and smiles brightly at you, gesturing to the little baggy on the counter. 

“Oh baby, you have no clue.” A blush spreads over his face at the pet name. You were confident, sure of yourself. He liked that about you. 

“Dude, you gotta try this glue I got back at home…” He starts to ramble on about his setup, but it falls on deaf ears. You’re smiling at him, drinking in his looks, and how his smile gets wider when he’s able to talk. You notice a small streak of white on his nose. You lean over, your hand coming up and wiping it away, before licking it off your finger while looking at him. The blush spreads to his ears, and his voice falls flat, he watches your lips and his knees buckle. He takes in a sharp breath and goes for it. 

Before you know it, his lips are on yours, and it feels so right. You throw your arms on top of his shoulders, one hand grabbing the ends of his hair and pulling lightly. The groan that falls from him only encourages you. His hands fall on your waist and he pushes you into the wall. His knee is in between your thighs as he pins you. The kiss deepens quickly, he’s like a man starved. It’s sloppy with haste. You both have been waiting for this for too long. His hands reach down under your ass and lift you, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your hand is still pulling at his hair, you’re both whimpering with want. 

The kiss breaks and he puts his forehead against yours, you’re both panting. There’s a silence in the air and tension that makes the air thick. You lean your head back against the wall and you smile, laughing lightly. 

“I’ve been waiting for you to do that.” You look down at him and wink. He looks up at you, his eyes shining with something different. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you have no idea.” He breathes out as you play with his hair, his hands still cupping your ass. 

“Show me then.” You smile devilishly at him. 

"Oh, fuck me." He grins at you and dives right back into the kiss. 

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Red String

Spencer/Reader

Summary: The cat distribution system strikes again, leading to a chance encounter with Spencer.

Notes: Hey everyone! Got stoned and couldn’t stop thinking about this prompt. Let me know what you think!

There were always talks about the red string of fate. Invisible strings that are tied to soulmates' pinkies. Always there, pulling people together.

You wanted to believe it was real, but it seemed so impossible. How did the universe know that there was one true love for you out there? How did the universe hatch a perfect plan to tie people together when the world is so unpredictable? And when would it be your turn?

People-watching was always a pastime of yours. Reading in the park and studying how the couples interacted with each other. Getting coffee at your favorite shop and seeing the intimate touches lovers give when in line, passing cups, or sitting at the table. It was beautiful, truly. You couldn’t help but be jealous. How could you not? It seems like the whole world is in on a secret that you long to be a part of. It’s a simple human connection. Having someone by your side who fits you so perfectly you couldn’t dare to be away from each other. Long hugs, hand holding, kissing for way too long for the simple fact that you love someone. It’s hard to not have that.

Today seemed different though. The sun warmed you in a way you haven’t felt in years. The birds tittered lightly in the background, you could hear kids' laughter from getting chased by their parents, the light breeze rustling through the leaves. You close your eyes, lean your head back, and breathe in deeply. The breeze felt good flowing across your hair. You lean further onto the bench, sighing in pure content. There’s a new noise you hear in the park today, a meow coming out from behind you. You turn around and search for the conduit of the noise when you see a cat looking at you curiously.

You’ve always loved cats. Maybe you were slightly allergic, but isn’t everyone? At the end of the day, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right? It seemed like a house cat. Short hair, well groomed, friendly from the way it walked up to you and slid itself against your legs. The curious little thing was missing an eye. You reach down and let your hand dangle in front of its nose, sniffing you lightly before pushing its head into your hand. You smile and chuckle lightly as the cat forces you to pet it, taking a second before jumping up on the bench to get closer to you. You search for a name on the collar, looking at the cute pendant it has lying around its neck.

Dinky

Spencer Reid

702-555-0128

You laugh slightly at the cat name and grab your phone out somewhat begrudgingly, when will it be your turn for the cat distribution system? Especially a cat this sweet already having someone else to love, it just makes you laugh to yourself. Still out of the joke. You dial your number while the cat lays in your lap.

Ring…ring…ring…

Hello. You’ve reached the voicemail of Dr. Spencer Reid. Please leave your name and a detailed message so I can return your call.

Beep.

“Oh! Uh, hello Dr. Reid! My name is Y/N and it seems your cat has gotten lost in the park. Very sweet cat, by the way. It is supposed to be getting dark soon, I hope it’s okay if I take her home. Call me when you get this and we can set up a time to meet!” You end the voicemail quickly and let out a deep breath.

Why is leaving voicemails so awkward? You hope it doesn’t sound too weird, he’s a doctor! The cat looks up at you, purring and watching you, you sigh and load your things into the bag. “Looks like you’re coming home with me, okay?”

You don’t live too awfully far from the park, looking around and debating what would be the easiest way to transport this cat. You pick her up and decide that carrying her would be the most controlled way. Looking around one last time to see if anyone was approaching or saying the cat’s name. After a few seconds, you turn and start your trek back home.

–a few hours later–

It’s late now, close to 10 and you still haven’t heard a word from the owner. Dinky has been hovering, following you into every room, taking every chance she gets to cuddle. It was nice. Going back to your apartment, it seemed a little cold. Being by yourself all day and then going home, your space, just to be alone again. Sometimes it left a sour taste in your mouth, but today you loved it. Hearing a deep purring as a cat is lying in your lap, you smile to yourself and pet her softly. A soft mrow comes out from the contact, and she leans deeper into your touch.

Your phone rings abruptly, cutting off your fantasy of keeping this cat forever. You take in a deep breath and answer the phone.

“Hello?” You answer quietly, not wanting to disturb the slumber of the angel.

“Uh, hi! You have my cat?” The voice of a disembodied Spencer comes through the speaker. You straighten at his voice, god, it’s beautiful. You blush lightly and berate yourself for being so interested in the voice of a stranger.

“Yes, I do! She’s very lovely, a true sweetheart.” You smile down at the cat, still petting her head softly. You hear a chuckle come from the other line.

“I’m sorry she got tangled in your hands, I had a long day at work, would now be a good time to come pick her up?” You melt at the sound of his laugh.

“Oh! Uh- yeah! Yeah, that should be fine. Can I text you the address?” You hesitate for a moment. Is this the best move? Have a random man come over at 10 pm? To be fair, he is a doctor, they’re usually harmless.

“Yes, that works.” His voice breaks you out of your trance. You put the phone on speaker and text him your address, butterflies bursting in your stomach.

“Did you get it?” You ask.

“Yes. Be there in 5 minutes.” The call drops after. Okay, 5 minutes! No biggie. You look down and observe your clothes, covered in cat hair now. Not your best outfit, not your worst. A happy medium for the stranger whose voice you love. Dinky is looking up at you now, head tilted to one side as her one eye blinks slowly. You smile to yourself and pick her up gently.

“We have to say goodbye, little thing.” She meows in response, laying her head in your hand. He won’t be here for a few minutes. A little more cuddle time never hurt anyone. Your show plays lightly in the background, the purring taking over any sound you can focus on.

Knock, knock, knock.

You straighten and grab the cat, holding it close to your chest as you sigh and head towards the door. You take in a deep breath as you meet the unfortunate demise of your cuddle time. You open the door, your head leaning slightly up. Oh! He’s tall. And fuck, he’s so attractive.

“Uh-Hi.” He whispers awkwardly. This hasn’t happened to him before, from the way he’s standing, still adorned in his work clothes. A small blush covers your face and you make eye contact, he sees you checking him out, okay, no problem.

“Hi! You’re here for Dinky?” You laugh lightly as you say her name. “Cute name, by the way.”

He chuckles. “She was named before I got her, believe it or not.” A smile comes over his features.

“Oh really? Dinky wasn’t the first choice?” You raise an eyebrow and smile at him, sarcasm dripping in your tone. He laughs now, and your knees buckle. You’ve met plenty of people in your lifetime, but something about him was zapping your circuits. You felt like a middle schooler having a crush for the first time.

“Thank you for taking her, by the way.” His eyes wandered over your figure, a deeper blush coming over your features now.

“Oh- It’s my pleasure! She’s an angel, truly.” You look down at her, she’s staring at you.

“Usually, yes. Now it seems I need to cat-proof my apartment.” He smiles and holds his arms out, and you softly let the cat into his arms. Your hands touch for a second, and you feel a shock go through you.

“I wish you good luck with that.” You stare up at him, a big smile on your features as the blush doesn’t seem to go away. You don’t want this moment to end, but you fear there’s nothing else to say.

“Well, thank you again.” He smiles and lingers, and a silence falls over you for a few seconds, his eyes search yours and he turns to walk away.

“Uhm” You begin. He turns quickly and looks back at you, waiting. “Would you -uhm- ever want to go for a drink sometime? Uh, you know, without the lost cat?” You squeak out and look down at your feet, nervous for the boldness. You’ve never acted like this before, it feels like something has taken over you. All you knew was that you wanted to be near him.

He smiles brightly. “Yes!” He clears his throat. “Uh, yeah, that sounds fun.” A light pink tints his features. You smile back at him and chuckle lightly.

“Okay! Perfect.” You respond, your heart beating a million miles an hour, butterflies exploding in your stomach, the hand on the doorknob getting sweaty.

“Does -uhm- does Saturday work?” He glances down at his watch.

“Yes! Yes. Saturday works perfectly.” You answer quickly, catching his eye again, big smiles on both of your faces.

“Great! I’ll pick you up at 7.” His eyes are watching you, the smile never leaving his face. You nod and mutter out a quick ‘perfect’ again. He chuckles and bids you goodbye, he turns and you close the door softly. Your breathing is deeper now, a hand coming up and running through your hair. A laugh escapes your lips as you pretend to go about your night as normal.

Maybe the cat distribution system didn’t strike today, but the red string of fate did.

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Death

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Angel

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Hypnotize

Spencer Reid/Reader

Summary: Reader drinks a little bit too much, Spencer gets jealous.

Warnings: Alcohol!! Weed!! Drugs!! Cursing!!

Notes: Hey everyone! I’ve never written for Spencer Reid before, so please let me know any feedback you have! Hope you enjoy <3

If there is anything the team knows, you were a lightweight. What they didn’t know was that you had a little more fun than the rest of them on nights out. Yes, you are an FBI agent, and yes, that comes in handy. You had been going to the bathroom more than usual, blaming it on ‘breaking the seal’. In reality, you were ripping your dab pen and maybe dabbling in a bit of a party drug. So what? It’s your night out! You deserved to have a little fun.

If Spencer was being honest, he only came to keep an eye on you. You’re strong and perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, he knows that! But you were prone to certain situations. You’re gorgeous, anyone with eyes could tell. They don’t appreciate it as much as he does.

You rejoin the gang at the booth they were sitting at, pulling up a chair to the end of the table for an easy escape to the bathroom again. Spencer had been watching you, keeping a close eye on how many breaks you went to, how long they lasted, and how many people you talked to on the way back. For your safety, of course! Not that he was jealous by how much everyone else caught your attention.

You take a shot and slam the glass down on the tale, wiping your mouth when you’re done. “Guys! I seriously feel like we need to dance..” You slur out and point at the dancefloor.

Chuckles erupt from the table. “I agree with blackout for once.” You scowl at the nickname Derek had given you.

“First off, I’m not blackout.” You squint at him and point a finger in his face, he smiles at you. “Second off, I’m gonna dance.” You quickly rise from your seat, grabbing the end of it to regain your balance real quick, before flashing a smile at the team. You notice Spencer’s eyebrows furrow and he watches you, in almost a pleading way. You brush it off and head straight for the dancefloor. Spencer straightens in his seat once you’re out of view.

He’s always been partial to you. Standing closer in meetings, always grabbing the seat across from you so he can admire you. Making you a cup of coffee, leaving sticky notes of awful jokes on your computer. Both are oblivious to the blushes when you catch eye contact or how you two slowly get closer until you’re practically touching. The team noticed, they even had a bet going on for who would cave first.

And tonight, it seemed like Spencer was going to.

The music is loud, the bass is shaking your feet on the floor, and your heartbeat pulsing with the rhythm A quick drag from your pen sets you in the perfect mood, closing your eyes and letting the music take over your body. Time is floating at this point. You’re a sight to uphold. A beautiful person dancing alone, obviously faced at this point by how your body sways. People are taking notice, one guy specifically has been eyeing you all night. Now that you’re alone he swoops in. You’re so focused on the music, your breath escaping you with each boost in the music, when someone comes up behind you. It starts shy, keeping a distance but holding your waist with a hand, waiting for your permission to continue. Unbeknownst to you, Spencer is watching.

He’s glaring from the booth, it’s crazy how the mystery man has not noticed the heat pouring from his eyes. A scowl is on his face, and his thoughts are running wild. He’s had a few drinks, but that doesn’t matter right now. All that matters is you, and how someone else is touching you.

It should be him.

You back slowly into the stranger's arms. You don’t care who it is, but it’s someone. And that’s what matters. You haven’t been drinking like this for no reason. Truth be told, you’re lonely. It’s hard to come home from such a demanding job just to be alone. You haven’t been touched in months. This stranger reminds you that you’re real.

Spencer noticed you got closer. He’s moved from the booth now, just to the outskirts of the circle. The team can’t see where he went, and you haven’t noticed yet either. His hands are flexing in anger. Why are you so okay with a stranger touching you like this? And the fact you haven’t checked is not safe. That’s what he’ll tell himself anyway, It’s all for your safety. Nothing more. He’s moving in now, pushing past the bouncing bodies with only one thing in mind. He pushes the stranger off of you and grabs your hand quickly. He rushes to the exit and pulls you along with him, despite your confusion.

“Spencer! I was dancin-” You start to protest.

“Do you even know who that was?” You take in a deep breath, facing him. “How he was touching you?”

“It doesn’t matter.” You cross your arms.

“Yes, it does!” His voice cracks lightly. He’s still avoiding your eye.

“Why should it?” You quickly shoot back in a huff. You were having fun! Spencer has no right to tear you away from that, not after the week you had.

“Because it should be me!” He yells and faces you. You straighten as his voice rises. Your eyes soften as he looks away from you, quickly holding his arms close to his chest. “It should be me.” He whispers this time, focusing his eyes on the sidewalk in front of him.

It’s silent for a moment. To be quite fair, you are pretty much gone. For all you know, you could still be on the dancefloor, just wishing this would happen and yearning for the day you finally catch his eye. You’ve imagined this many times now. Wishing he could sense your emotions from miles away, or seeing how often your eyes linger on him. Maybe it’s shameful, the way you ache for something more than a friendship. How often you imagine his arms wrapped around you in bed at night. The way his lips would feel so soft against yours. The way his hands would fit perfectly to yours. How your breathing would fall in rhythm as you fall asleep in his arms. How he would smell. How his hair would feel tickling your neck. Maybe his voice dips deeper when he’s asleep, does it have a rasp when it wakes up too? You’d still be draped across him in the morning, waking up first and taking in how the sun shines as if it was made just for him. How you would-

Spencer huffs and turns to face you, noticing your silence. It’s irrational how he’s expecting anything from you at this moment. He counted the shots, the singles, the doubles you drank. The way you sway and blink slowly. Your face is flushed, he thinks it’s from the alcohol.

“Spencer. I-” You stop for a second. Your hand comes up to your head, holding it straight so the thoughts stick with you. “You have no idea.” You blink harshly, focusing on your heartbeat and your breathing. You laugh at yourself, and the situation at hand. Why, god, why does this have to happen when you’re shitfaced? You've played this scenario in your head so many times, reciting the perfect monologue to convey the depths of your emotions.

“You’re everything.” You breathe out and open your eyes to him in front of you, holding out his hand for you to balance yourself on. You watch his eyes and slowly reach your hand out towards his. Your fingers dance along the palm of his hand, and you don’t miss the way his arms get covered in goosebumps at your touch. A smile takes over your features.

“You’re everything to me.” You confess. The street is quiet, and the lamppost near you flickers. You can hear his breathing become deeper. “It’s torture.” You chuckle out and avoid his eye. “There isn’t a day that goes by without me thinking about you.” Your eyes scan the sidewalk, your head shaking slightly as you try to gather your thoughts. “I see you in everything I do. You haunt me everywhere I go, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. If my head were a garden, all the flowers would be every time I’ve thought of you. And it’s breathtaking, Spencer, it is.” You laugh slightly and look up at him, a loving smile crossing your face. “You wouldn’t believe how many flowers I keep up there.”

A confused look crosses over his face, his brows are furrowed, trying to make sense of your drunken confession. He looks away for a brief second, and your hand is already up pulling him back to you.

“Spencer, ugh, listen to me.” You cup his face in your hands. “It’s- I can’t even put it into words.” You breathe out a frustrated sigh. “My heart belongs to you. The second you said my name, I was bewitched.” You take in a deep breath, softening the grip on his face. “Spencer- I…” You trail off for a second. Your words are flying in your mind faster than you can process. “I love you. With every fiber of my being, I love you.”

His eyes widen. Maybe you were drunker than he thought. He’s watched you for so long now. Always second-guessing how close the two of you were. “Y/N please, you’ve been drinking-” He tries to dismiss you.

“And so have you? Why does that not make my confession any less real? How would drinking cancel anything I feel for you? Spencer, God, my heart bursts when I see you. I get so overcome with emotion that it doesn’t know where to go. My skin feels as if it’s burning when I’m near you. My heart races when you say my name. You have consumed me, mind, body, and soul. Don’t do me the dishonor of not taking my word is truth because of a few drinks. It’s not fair, Spencer.” You frown and look down at your feet. He contemplates for a second. His hand comes up and runs through his hair. Is this real? Is this some sick joke the universe has crafted for him? Everything he has wanted since he met you is happening. You love him.

A bright smile comes over his features. His eyes light up, and the lamppost behind him makes a sort of halo. It’s fitting. He’s an angel, a heaven send, you’ve felt this since the moment you met. He’s chuckling now, watching you become lost in his face, how you blink slowly and sway lightly.

“Now you’re laughing at me…” You drawl out and lean into him. His arms open in an inviting hug and holds you close. One hand wrapped around your waist and another stroking your hair out of your face.

“God.” He laughs out. “You’re indescribable.”

You look up at him and point a finger in his face. “Well, you know what?” He giggles and guides your hand back down across him.

“What?” He smiles down at you. Your eyebrows furrow as you try to rationalize if it’s a compliment or tease.

“You-” A hiccup interrupts. “You’re just. So beautiful.” You sigh and rest your head against his chest. He laughs into your hair, you can hear his heartbeat going wild. You squeeze him tighter and take a deep breath in, the smell of his cologne comforting you and slowing down your thoughts. You look back up at him, taking in how his eyes are gazing at you so softly.

“I love you, Spencer.” You whisper into the air. He melts under your touch, and how his name rolls off your tongue. Like putting honey into his favorite cup of tea, the world just got a little sweeter. He leans in slowly, gauging your reaction. You lean up to him, standing on your tip toes. You both hesitate, breathing in each other's air.

And you kiss. He’s cupping your cheek now. It’s soft, just how you imagined. Full of unspoken feelings, hesitant about who will pull away, nervous to see if anyone crossed a boundary. But, God, you’ve prayed for this moment for so long, you’ll be damned if you lose it. You grab his face with your hands and make the kiss deeper. You can taste the whiskey he’s been nursing, and it’s perfect. Lips on lips, his hands grabbing your waist and pulling your body closer to him. You both weren’t fond of PDA, but fuck it. You’re drunk and in love. The world doesn’t exist now. The pounding from the music fades into the background, the cars driving past disappear and it’s just you and him. Kissing under the lamppost. Two idiots, who took way too long to get together.

He pulls away first, his breathing deep and he’s staring at you. “God, Y/N, I love you. I always have.” You blush deeply and pull him in for another kiss, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and lightly pulling at his hair. A soft moan escapes his lips, which only drives you further into his arms.

You break the kiss, taking in deep breaths. “Come home with me tonight.” You demanded.

“Yes! Yeah, of course!” He squeaks out as he can feel your chest rising with your breathing. Your hand gripping the belt of his pants, keeping you close to him and steadying your balance.

“Is now a good time?” You pull out your phone and start to order a ride to your place, not even waiting for an answer.

“God, yes.” He brings you back in, He can’t get enough of you, and you can’t wait to get more of him.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

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