“Emily Prentiss is a lesbian” as soon as I finish the sentence, a screammakes it’s way to my ears
“YES SHE IS!” The crowd parts ways and she appears in the middle like a deity, her beautiful hair eyes stand out in the crowd and I know I’ve heard that voice before. It’s Emily Prentiss herself, Paget Brewster.
“THE CBS WERE COWARDS!” She adds loudly, the crowd stays silent for a few seconds, processing her words until they all erupt in cheers, aplauding her, they grab her by her arms and legs and lift her in the air as her body flies through the people cheering her on
one of the things aaron looks forward to the most at the end of the day is the moment he sneaks into bed, freshly home from a case, and he gets to see the way your body immediately shifts and rolls right into his arms, like a moth to a flame, like a magnet drawn to the little screws and stitches that have held his heart together for so long. and it’s in that moment, when he buries his nose in your hair and smells the familiar fragrance that has come to mean home, when your fingers fist at his shirt and you mumble in your sleep, nose scrunched and lashes fluttering as you nuzzle into his chest, it is only then that he lets himself close his eyes, and he feels like a man taking his first breath after being held underwater for far too long
The place you went to after a hard day. The place you felt safe or a place you could call your own.
There was loads of different ways to describe the word home, and if you asked anyone the chances were they’d all describe it differently.
But to you home was none of these things, but all of these things at the same.
Home was a person, someone who made you feel safe, someone who could help ease the burdens of your hard day, someone you could call your own.
Home wasn’t a place or a thing, home was a person.
You had found this person, a person who made you feel safe and calm. A person who accepted you for everything.
The only problem was, this person didn’t seem to feel the same way, and out of fear or loosing them, you never spoke a word to anyone.
On the Jet back from a case, you were resting your head against the window, trying to fight the urge to fall asleep.
“Get some rest.” A soft voice whispered.
Looking up, you smiled at Hotch as he sat down and stretched a little before shaking your head.
“I’m fine, we’ve only got a few more hours.”
“(Y/N) you’re exhausted, sleep. It’s okay.”
Hotch knew you struggled to sleep while on cases, and on the way back. As far as he knew you hadn’t slept all day and he could see that you were physically exhausted.
Bringing his hand up, he gently pulled your head to rest in his shoulder, running his finger through your hair. It was a trick he learned a few months ago when you overworked.
“You should sleep too.”
“I will.” He mumbled.
You gave a small nod.
You tried to stay awake for as long as possible but sleep soon too over you wind when Hotch noticed he smiled.
He ran his fingers through your hair for a few more minutes before he rested his head on you, closing his eyes as well.
Little did you know that he cherished these moments, the rare little moments he could fully relax, and let his guard down.
He didn’t want to admit it but you had grew on him, he’d grown fond of you, and he was worried about overstepping his bounds.
When you woke up, you were laid on the couch, Hotch’s arms wrapped around you.
Everyone else was still sleeping so you took this chance to just lay there. He was peaceful when he slept, one of the rare moments that he didn’t look stressed or worried.
Bringing your hand up, you went to brush some hair from his face but stopped.
Smiling to yourself, you rested it lightly on his cheek instead, praying he wouldn’t wake up.
You were dancing with your feelings, and you were gambling with your friendship for him.
When he stirred a little you moved your hand, waiting for him to settle once more before signing.
“There’s so much I want to tell you…” you mumbled.
Slipping from his grasp, you headed over to one of the chairs to watch the sunrise.
Little did you know, that the moment you touched his face Hotch had woken up. He smiled softly opened his eyes just enough I see you across the jet, the early morning light making you glow.
He decided to stay there, and went back to sleep instead.
When you guys got back, you went straight home, needing a long overdue break from everything you decided to just relax.
The first day back passed quietly, and in the second day you got a message from Hotch asking if you could meet him by the lake you guys would go to with the team to relax.
Shrugging, you drove down, looking for everyone else but you could only see him. He was dressed casually, so you were a little more relaxed.
“Hotch? Where is everyone?” You asked.
“They’re not coming, I just want to talk.” He smiled.
You were confused but nodded, he wouldn’t ask you to drive all the way out here for no reason.
Walking over, you both stood by the waters edge. Neither of you spoke a word at first, and after a few minutes of silence you decided to ask.
“Why did you want me?”
You turned to face him and he seemed tense, running a hand through his hair and doing everything he could to avoid your gaze.
“The other day… on the jet…”
“Is this about me falling asleep on you? Because if it is I’m sorry!” You panicked.
“What? No! No, it’s not about that. Well… it is, but it isn’t…”
For the first time ever, you were watching the great Aaron Hotchner stumble over his words. Seemingly lost about what to say.
“This is hard.” He laughed slightly.
He finally turned to you, a soft smile on his face as he reached out, taking your hand in his.
You were confused but didn’t pull away, you enjoyed the way his hand felt in yours.
“I don’t know where to start, so I’m just going to guess.”
You nodded.
“This is about you falling asleep on me on the jet, but not in a bad way. The first time you fell asleep on me (Y/N) I was shocked yes. But then I found it calming, and you felt safe. I couldn’t take that away from you.”
You were starting to piece everything together and you knew where this was going.
You didn’t say anything, you wanted to hear everything he was going to say.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I fell in love in that moment. I know you, and I’ve never felt more at home.”
He awkwardly looked away. You knew this was hard for him, so giving his hands a gentle squeeze, you smiled softly up at him.
“When your arms are around my I feel safe, I feel at home. You’re my safe space Aaron, you always have been but I didn’t want to say anything.”
Leaning up, you pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth and beamed brightly up at him.
He smiled at you and he seemed to relax, making you happy.
He stepped forward and pulled you close to him, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
Hugging him lightly you closed your eyes away, praying this wasn’t a dream
A hiss leaves your lips as Hotch runs his fingers over your bruised and cut knuckles. His apology, barely audible, hastily rolls of his lips.
You were at a bar trying to lure the unsub out of hiding. You’d succeeded, but the team didn’t come as fast as hoped. You weren’t that great at defending yourself with your bare hands, but you managed until Hotch and Morgan arrived.
You ended up with a few cuts and bruises littered over your body and Hotch wanted you to get checked out. However, it was the first time he touched you in the way he was right now. Soft, but protective. Ready to fight anyone who dared come close to you.
“I’m fine, Hotch,” you mumble.
He scoffs and shakes his head while he drops your hands.
“We were supposed to keep you safe. I was supposed to keep you safe. But here you are, hurt because I wasn’t fast enough,” he whispers, clearly angry with himself.
“You got to me in time. It’s just some cuts and bruises. I’m fine.”
He shakes his head in response and looks at the squad car holding the suspect. His fists are balled by his side and his brows are furrowed.
“Aaron,” you strongly say, “look at me.” His eyes meet yours and you’re a bit taken back with all the emotions raging in them. He’s usually so collected. “I’m fine and he’s going to jail for a very long time. Stop beating yourself up.”
His gaze softens. “Come on, let’s get you to the car so we can go home.”
As soon as you stand up, his arm circles around you supporting you.
You’ve had a crush on this man since you’re first day at the BAU so you weren’t complaining. That is until later anyway, when he drives you crazy.
—–
Not once does he leave your side. He drives the SUV and he makes you sit in the passenger seat. In the jet, he takes the seat next to you and keeps a watchful eye on you.
When he’s eyeing you for the umpteenth time, you lose it a little.
“Hotch,” you say sternly, “It’s just some cuts and bruises. I’m not going to die so stop looking at me like I might collapse any second.”
Rossi, who’s sitting in front of you, chuckles and his eyes flit between you and Aaron.
“I can’t worry about a member of my team?” he challenges you.
“You’re not this invested with everyone else. Sure, you worry about them, but you don’t hover as badly as you are now.”
The man has the audacity to shrug his shoulders. You scoff, disbelief settling on your face.
—–
When the jet lands, Garcia is waiting for the whole team in the bullpen and immediately engulfs you in a big hug before moving on to Morgan.
“Oh, so she can worry, but I can’t,” Hotch whispers before moving towards his office like a sleek cat.
Around lunchtime, he comes towards your desk and puts down a sandwich and a bottle of water.
“Someone who’s recovering needs to eat and hydrate well.”
You shake your head. “Why do I get a special treatment for some cuts and bruises?”
“Maybe I have a soft spot for you,” Hotch replies while winking.
He slinks back to his office like nothing happened and you hear Morgan laugh behind you. You turn around to glare at him.
“Come on, sweetheart. Are you really that surprised Hotch is taking care of you? He always keeps you close when we’re on a case. For the first tasks you’re always assigned to him. When we’re getting ready to bust into a place, he always pairs the two of you together. It’s obvious the man has his eyes set on you,” Morgan says the last part in his singsong-voice.
You never thought about it like that. You’d always just followed Hotch’s orders. Sure, butterflies swirled in your belly whenever you’d hear him pair the two of you together. But not once did you think Aaron might like you. And to be honest you had no idea what to do with this information.
—–
At the end of the day, you walk towards Hotch’s office and instead of just muttering a fast ‘goodbye’, you walk inside and close the door behind you. Hotch looks up, his eyes meeting yours. Then he takes you in, checking if something’s wrong besides the obvious cuts and bruises. You take a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
“Do you like me,” you ask him, eyes cast on your lap while your cheeks quickly heat up.
“Of course I do, you’re an important member of this team,” he replies without missing a beat.
Your eyes fiercely meet his, letting him see every emotion. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
He sighs, his shoulders fall down a bit, defeated. “Yes, I do like you.”
“Good,” you said, “You ready to grab a bite together then,” you cheekily ask him, mischief dancing in your eyes.
“Yes,” he breathlessly answers like he can’t believe it.
You exchange shy smiles before getting up and getting some take-out to eat at his office.
thinking about how hotch says “i love you” to penelope so many times that it becomes something he does without thinking, an easy response to the genius work she does. when they start dating, he clamps down on his use of “i love you” because he doesn’t want to freak her out, until she asks him why he doesn’t say it anymore. he tells her why and she smiles at him and says “i love you, aaron hotchner” and that’s all the permission he needs to slip the phrase back into his vocabulary, only this time, even when they’re on speakerphone with the whole team, he means that he cherishes every little thing that makes penelope who she is
a thought for my gotch folks: penelope pulling fuzz out of hotch’s hair while he’s talking to the team, and he smiles at her, dimples out in full force before turning away and dropping back into the hotch glare with only a hint of a smile in his eyes. after the team finishes talking, he puts a hand on her lower back as he passes by and smiles at her again
Sean Hotchner not knowing Hotch went into WITSEC. The first time he calls it’s a couple of months since Aaron and Jack left but he never answers and Sean realizes that Aaron finally got sick of his bullshit.
But he keeps calling every time something important happens in his life, hoping Aaron will call back if he’s proud of something Sean’s done, but it never happens.
request: Hey, I’ve got a Spence request! It’s Christmas at the FBI, and the team has done Secret Santa, and you got Spencer, your best friend who you have fancied since you started at the FBI 5 years ago. You all go to Rossi’s to spend the evening and morning, so you can all drink & not drive home. After presents and a few drinks, you and Spence end up under the mistletoe where he declares his feelings in front of the whole team, who encouraged him to tell you how he feels, before you arrived to the party
a/n: i didn’t expect to write this much, it was 7 pages on google docs. i am pretty proud of this tho.
warnings: FLUFF
word count: 3.6k
You looked around at the lights and garland that had adorned the bullpen as you entered the BAU for the first time after arriving home from the case. You grinned from ear to ear like a child as you took in the sight. Spencer was right behind you, pausing to take in the sight beside you. He looked down at you, still in awe, and smiled. You looked so beautiful to him under all those shining lights, and you just looked happier than you had in recent weeks. Christmas was usually tough for you anyway, and this year was no exception. Nonetheless, you persevered. Rossi had been planning a BAU Christmas party for a little bit over a month, with the help of you and Garcia, to make it the most magical Christmas any of you had had in a pretty long time. Needless to say, getting home from the case was more exciting than it usually was.
You tugged your go bag back to your desk and plopped down in your chair, rubbing your eyes. It was around 7pm and you all were going to Rossi’s right from the office to start the festivities. Knowing you wouldn’t be driving home, you had a second go bag packed and ready in your car, along with Spencer’s since you guys had carpooled. When you started at the BAU around 5 years ago, you and Spencer instantly became best friends. Granted, it took him a long time to really break out of his shell of awkwardness, but even then he was very comfortable around you. It was something about you that really made him feel, for lack of a better word, special. Not in the way that he was typically treated for being a genius, but just for being Spencer. That’s what Spencer loved most about you- the way you admired him for just being him. Not because he was a child prodigy and not because he was a genius. He was just Spencer.
Not to mention you always let him ramble and spill facts without ever telling him to shut up, or even interrupting him. Nevertheless, you quickly became very close, especially when you learned your apartment was right down the street from his. That’s when you two started carpooling to the office together. You always stopped at the local coffee shop or Starbucks to feed your coffee addictions, and went home around the same time every night. Spencer always made sure you made it inside safe, and vice versa. The funny thing was, for as incredible as you both were at your jobs as profilers for the BAU, neither of you had the faintest idea that you were in love with each other. Everyone in the entire building knew except for you two. Even Hotch was rooting for you two to get together.
“Ready to go, Spence?” You asked, shooting him a huge grin. He grins back and nods, throwing his bag over his head like he always did. You followed him out the door and to your car and drove yourselves to Rossi’s mansion. The ride was relatively quiet, Spencer had whipped out the book he started on the plane because he absolutely had to know how it ended, and of course he could finish it before you made it to Rossi’s.
“Did you do the secret santa?” You asked, breaking the silence.
“Yeah. Did you?”
“Yep.” You smiled to yourself. You actually got Spencer, and you couldn’t have been more excited. Regardless of whether you had gotten him for secret santa, you were planning to get him a little something anyway. Actually, a few things. You wracked your brain for a few days, wondering what Dr. Spencer Reid would like that he didn’t already have. Of course, you started with a giftcard to his favorite bookstore, along with the newest edition of his favorite collection of Edgar Allen Poe stories. You also got him a giftcard to Starbucks, to make up for all the times he’d paid for your coffee, despite your protests. You made him your famous chocolate chip cookies and your favorite thing? The Halloween Christmas sweater you’d found and KNEW you had to get it for him. He never understood the point of an ugly Christmas sweater, so you figured you would get one that celebrates his favorite holiday with the edition of it celebrating Christmas. You could already see the look on his face when he opened his gifts later that night.
“Hey Spence, can you help me?” Spencer only brought a gift bag with the edition of his overnight bag, meanwhile you had a couple bags, along with two bottles of wine for Rossi and your own overnight bag. He grabbed your overnight bag and a bottle of wine and headed up to the door with you following behind, praying you didn’t slip on any ice.
You made it to the door unscathed, being greeted by Prentiss who was already a glass of wine deep.
“It’s party time!” She said upon opening the door. You and Spencer grinned and followed her inside, kicking the door shut behind you. Everyone was already there, starting on the spiked eggnog drinks without you guys.
“Hey, I told you guys to wait for us!” You whined as you set your presents underneath Rossi’s massive Christmas tree. The others looked away and took sips of their drinks, earning a small glare from you. You opted to start with a glass of white wine and escalate from there later. You took a long sip as you sat along the counter beside JJ. She held up her hands in mock defense.
“I told them they should wait but no one ever listens to me!” You giggled a little and patted JJ’s shoulder sympathetically.
“I hear you. They never listen to me either,” You said, shooting a look in Spencer’s direction in particular. As if he felt your eyes on his back, he turned around and looked at you. When he saw you were already looking at him, he raised his eyebrows in question. You shook your head and he shrugged, returning to his conversation with Morgan and Rossi. Penelope was doing peppermint vodka shots with Prentiss while Hotch watched, somewhat amused as Emily started choking on hers. You smiled as you watched your friends ease into the party so quickly after such a long case. It warmed your heart to see them relaxed.
“I don’t know, Rossi. What if it ruins our friendship?” Reid asked, his voice small. He only softened his voice like that when he was unsure of himself.
“Look, kid. I may be old, but I do have eyes. She loves you, Reid.” Rossi said.
“Trust me, Pretty Boy. Everyone here sees the way you look at each other.” Derek agreed, taking a sip of his beer.
Spencer chewed on his lip thoughtfully when he felt eyes on his back. He turned back to see you staring at him, where you began giggling with JJ. Spencer raised his eyebrows as if to ask, “Did you need me?” and you shook your head. He shrugged and turned back to Rossi, who was smirking. He shared a look with Derek and walked over to Hotch, who was now forcing Emily to drink more water.
“Like I said, trust me.” Derek said quietly as he left Spencer in the center of the kitchen to his thoughts. They were quickly interrupted as Rossi announced it was time for presents. Spencer grinned, this was what he was the most excited for. He had you for secret santa and he knew he really nailed his gift to you this year. He knew you better than anyone, and thanks to his eidetic memory, he knew everything that you had mentioned in passing were small things that you wanted. Including the necklace that you’d pointed out in the jewelry shop down the street from your apartments 8 months and 29 days ago, on your way to Starbucks. You gazed at it longingly every single time you passed by, but never could justify purchasing it for yourself.
“Alright kiddos, gather round.” Rossi said. Everyone made their way to the couches and sat as you helped to hand out presents.
“Morgan, these are yours. No one open anything until everyone has a gift!” You stared at Emily in particular, who grinned sheepishly. Hotch placed a hand on her leg and smiled at her, knowingly.
“JJ, this bag is yours. Hmm, Garcia this one is yours, Emily, Hotch,” You handed them out one by one. “Ah, here’s yours Spence.” You hauled a couple bags over, and his eyes widened at the sheer amount of stuff adorning both bags.
“Here’s yours, Rossi, and I just found mine!” You sat on the floor and crossed your legs out in front of you.
“Alright, how are we doing this?” Morgan asked, raising an eyebrow. “Do we all just open at the same time orrr…”
“No, someone can go first and each person who has the person opening goes next, makes sense?” Everyone nodded. “Rossi, you can go first since you oh so graciously hosted. And are letting us stay the night.” You added. Everyone laughed as David shook his head, quickly tearing into the bright wrapping paper. His jaw dropped slightly as he pulled out a box of cigars.
“I told you before, my dad was a cigar aficionado. I know what you like, Rossi.” Derek winked. Rossi rose and said a few words of excitement in Italian before kissing Derek on both cheeks and pulling him into a hug. He laughed and clapped Rossi on the back before returning to his seat, and digging into the gift bag in front of him.
“Alright, I see you secret santa!” Derek pulled out a Chicago Cubs baseball jersey, along with a few other baseball related things.
“I had to delve a bit more into the sports world than I’m used to, but i’m really glad you like it.” Emily smiled. He pulled her into a tight hug.
“Okay Em, you can go.” You wiggled your eyebrows as she fake glared, ripping her wrapping paper to shreds.
“Oh my God! I love it!” Prentiss held up a couple different books by her favorite author, Kurt Vonnegut. JJ grinned.
“Look deeper.” Prentiss dug deeper into the bag and pulled out a beautiful set of hand painted wine glasses.
“JJ, these are beautiful!” Prentiss gave her a hug and started taking them out of the box and passing them around to those that were drinking wine, or planned on it later. She disappeared into the kitchen to clean the glasses and fetch the wine.
“Alright JJ, it’s your turn!” You were especially eager for this one, knowing that Spencer would be coming up soon and you could finally see the look on his face. You’d had the gifts in your possession for 2 weeks and his turn could not come fast enough.
Finally, it was Spencer’s turn. You watched as he tore into the neatly wrapped gift box first. You knew he’d open that one first because it was the biggest box. He pulled the sweater out, seemingly confused at first, before it dawned on him.
“Oh my God, it’s a Halloween Christmas sweater! I love it!” He grinned and took off his blazer, revealing the tshirt beneath. He threw the sweater overtop and pulled the sleeves to his elbows, grinning with the joy of a little kid. He was so excited that he almost forgot about the other presents on the floor beside him. He finally made eye contact with you and you indicated he had other things to open. He sat back down, a slight blush crossing his cheeks as he opened the book and gift cards.
“I love everything, thank you so so much, (Y/N).” He said, the look on his face screaming genuine happiness and excitement.
“Actually, there’s one more thing.” He furrowed his eyebrows as you snuck around behind the tray, retrieving the tin of cookies you’d hidden back there, fully knowing the vulchers you called friends would find them if you put them anywhere else. Spencer’s jaw dropped.
“Are those your famous chocolate chip cookies?!” He asked, incredulous. He knew they were incredibly special to you, which is why it was so rare for you to make them. You grinned and nodded. He jumped up, threw the tin on the sofa, and pulled you into a hug. He picked you up a little, causing you to giggle uncontrollably.
“Thank you endlessly, (Y/N).” He said quietly, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. A deep blush rose to your cheeks. As you both pulled away, you noticed Spencer was blushing like crazy too.
“I guess that leaves me!” You said, noticing everyone else had opened their presents. You grinned as you dug into yours, pulling out a Starbucks gift card, a new Starbucks tumbler to replace the one you broke a few weeks back, the anniversary copy of your favorite book, (Y/F/B), and finally, a small, blue velvet box was crammed at the very bottom of the back. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and opened it with a gasp. You snapped your head up to meet Spencer, who was grinning at you sheepishly, his cheeks tinted bright pink.
“I-I knew you’ve been l-looking at that necklace for months, so….” He trailed off, breaking eye contact to stare at the floor. He shoved his hands in his pockets. “If you don’t like it I can take it back,” You stared at him in awe as tears threatened.
“Spence,” You said breathlessly, touching the necklace with a careful finger. “I love it, thank you so much.” Everyone in the room shared a look, fully knowing what was coming. You and Spencer were so busy with each other, that you didn’t notice when Rossi silently ushered the others out of the room and into the hallway to watch.
“Would you mind putting it on for me?” You asked quietly, handing Spencer the small box with a shaky hand.
“S-sure.” Spencer silently cursed his shaking hands as he fiddled with the clasp for a minute, before it clicked into place.
“Thanks.” You glanced up at the tall, lanky Doctor, when something a few feet above his head caught your eye. You gestured up at it, catching his attention.
“Mistletoe.” You said quietly. You got up on your tiptoes and placed a warm, soft kiss on his cheek, earning a blush from Spencer. A weird look came across his face when he suddenly grabbed your face, and crashed his lips into yours. You immediately melted into both Spencer and the kiss, forgetting where you were for just a moment as it was just you and him, alone together.
You pulled apart for air breathlessly, as you looked into the face of what used to be your best friend. That barrier had absolutely been shattered, but when Spencer broke out into a small, shy smile, you knew that it was meant to be that way.
“I…. I’ve been in love with you for the last 4 and a half years. It didn’t take me long at all to realize that you were the most beautiful girl in the world, but when I realized how smart, funny, and caring you were? I knew it was over for me. I didn’t say anything for the last few years because I was afraid.”
“Afraid of what?” You whispered, placing a hand on his cheek. He leaned into your touch, and smiled a little more.
“Losing you.”
“You’ll never lose me. Not ever.” You shook your head defiantly, and placed another kiss on his lips. This one was much quicker, but filled with all the love and words that hadn’t been spoken until just now, and any words you could ever hope to say. Your friends cheered from beside you as you buried your head in Spencer’s chest, embarrassed. There were rounds and rounds of congratulations, told you so’s, and even a few bets had apparently been placed. You glared as they exchanged money and sheepish grins. You shook your head as you followed your friends into Rossi’s kitchen to continue getting your drink on.
**
It had been a few hours since Spencer’s confession, and to celebrate, you had accidentally had a few drinks too many. You started playing a drinking game with Derek and Prentiss that you had ceremoniously named “Beerio Cart”, and played several rounds since you were the champion. You grinned proudly, Spencer placing a plastic crown you all had found the last time you were at Rossi’s on top of your head, much to Derek’s ego’s chagrin. Following that, you had a few shots with Hotch and Garcia, followed up by the peppermint schnapps Penelope had prepared. Needless to say, the entire team was pretty hammered. IN the last few hours of the evening, Spencer had opted to drink more water and sober himself up slightly in order to save himself the pain the following day.
Rossi was on the same page as Spencer, not to mention the older Italian man’s tolerance was that of a bull. He could probably drink an entire bottle of wine and still be under the legal limit. He had retired to bed around 12:30am, fully aware that he was going to have to cook breakfast for his hungover “children” the following morning. You, Spencer, Prentiss, and Derek were the last ones awake, and now Derek had decided to retire to bed.
“Goodnight, and Merry Christmas.” Derek slurred, tripping up the stairs a little bit. It was the last round of Beerio Cart with Prentiss and Hotch that had done Derek in. Hotch had gone to bed shortly after that, Emily promising him that she would be up shortly after. That was 2 hours ago, and Emily was still downstairs with you and Spencer. She looked around, seeing that everyone except you two had gone to bed, and you were quickly crashing. She shrugged and stumbled up the stairs, managing to make it to her room with Hotch relatively easily. At least it was the first one at the top of the stairs.
Spencer turned his attention to you, and smiled warmly. You were starting to fall asleep standing up. He’d seen you do this a few times before, and usually was able to coax you into either laying your head on his lap if you were on the jet or on his shoulder if you were going to be in the SUVs.
“(Y/N), are you ready to go to bed?” You opened your eyes slowly and blinked, processing his question slowly. You nodded and rubbed your eyes, smearing your makeup all over the place. Spencer smiled a little and guided you to your room, sitting you on the bed.
“Close your eyes, love.” You complied quietly as Spencer gently wiped your makeup off. He tucked you into your bed and placed a kiss on your forehead, turning to leave. He felt you grab his wrist and turned around, caught totally off guard. You were sitting up, wearing your best puppy dog eyes face.
“Stay with me?” You said in such a soft voice, that made Spencer’s heart melt. He glanced at the door, then back at you, where you were still pleading with your eyes. He gave in, took off his shoes, and climbed in beside you. He wrapped an arm around you and you laid on his chest, quickly falling asleep to the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat.
***
You began stirring when the smell of pancakes wafted up the stairs and into your room. You scrunched your face at the harshness of the light peaking through the windows, and felt the onset headache.
“Fuck.” You whispered, rubbing your temples.
“Good morning.” Spencer said quietly beside you, sitting up to lean on his elbow. He donned his glasses and his scruff was already growing slightly.
“Good morning, Spence.” You said, your voice still raspy. You looked at the bedside table in search of your phone and saw two ibuprofen tablets and some water. You gulped them down gratefully and immediately felt relief.
You and Spencer made your way downstairs, greeting by the sight of your hungover friends, and Rossi, who was flipping pancakes and bacon at the stove.
“Oh look who decided to join us! The reigning Beerio Cart champion.” He smirked. You saw the crown sitting on the kitchen table and you grabbed it, placing it on top of your head.
“I stand by that wholeheartedly.” You said, folding your arms over your chest. Rossi shrugged.
“If you say so, kid.” You took a seat beside Hotch, who was rubbing circles into Emily’s back on the other side of him. She looked about as bad as you felt, and you instantly hoped you didn’t look like that, especially not in front of Spencer. As if he could hear your thoughts, he smiled at you, and you smiled back. You glanced down at his lips and flicked your eyes back up to meet his, when he closed the gap and pecked you on the lips. You grinned and a blush rose to your cheeks, as you munched on the pancakes Rossi set before you.
“Please tell me you two aren’t always going to be that sickeningly adorable.” Garcia said, wearing her sunglasses inside. You laughed a little, feeling a pain shoot through your brain. You groaned slightly, busying yourself with your pancakes. Spencer made you a bloody mary, spouted out facts about the origin of the drink, the useful properties of it, and anything else he’d known about it. You listened as you sipped, starting to feel just a little bit better. Whether that was with the help of the bloody mary or Spencer, you already knew the answer.
i need to discuss w someone something i discovered today. HAS ANYONE HEARD MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER’S HALLOWEEN SONG FROM 2010 I JUST FOUND IT ON SPOTIFY AND I AM NOT OKAY
please drop by my ask and tell me if you’ve heard it before i’m sobbing i love it
