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*SEND REQUESTS* Clint Barton Imagine: Hands Words: 1K Masterlist: x You joined the avengers due to your skill with the elements, you had for as long as you can remember, control over fire, being able to create and destroy fire without burning...

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You joined the avengers due to your skill with the elements, you had for as long as you can remember, control over fire, being able to create and destroy fire without burning yourself, you had control over wind and air, you could create tornados and remove air from a room and of course water, you had this down to a T, these elements could never hurt you although, the same couldn’t be said by your enemies. That was why the avengers enlisted you, it was another advantage HYDRA or anyone else for that matter as your powers could not be replicated, nobody knew how you had them, so nobody could ever match you. 


However, there was a major downside, excluding the four elements, you didn’t really have any other skills for combat, I mean sure you could punch but you had no idea how to truly fight, any pressure points or how to shoot a gun or how to use a bow and arrow. There were more to learn but you decided to start with this. Clint offering almost straight away to help you with the last as he knew a bow and arrow like nobody else.

Out of all of the avengers you and Clint were by far the closest. It wasn’t as if you were not friend with the others, it was just Clint had wiggled his way up to the top of your friends list and stuck to your side, something you really liked actually no matter how much you teased him about it. Clint always has your side in every argument even if he knows you are 100% wrong, but he will fight your side anyway just because you’re his best friend and he cares about you so much.

It finally came down to training day with Clint, and in all honesty you were dreading it, not because it was Clint but because he was so good and you were so: not so good. For some strange reason you had a feeling Clint might just make fun of you for it, but hey that was your friendship and one of the reasons why you loved him.

As you walked into the training area, Clint’s face lit up at the sight of you. He looked very eager to teach you all his talents but for some reason he also looked a little nervous and apprehensive. Great, even he didn’t have faith in you. “Clint, er you could look a little more like you have trust in me” you chuckled trying to shift the look from his face and as you said the words, he melted the expression away only to replace it with a small smile.

“No er it’s not that don’t worry, this will be easy enough to learn even for you” he teased gripping your arm in his hand gently as he pulled you over to the proper firing zone. The large room was completely empty except for you two which was abnormal as the room would usually be bustling full of life. It was as Clint had worked his magic to get them all to leave you both alone. “Right bow” he spoke as if you didn’t already know earning him a little death stare making him smile before positioning your arms and waist just so to hold the bow correctly.

When he turned back with an arrow, Clint realised you had shifted from your stance causing him to return back the arrow onto the laid out table and going to fix up your stance so you wouldn’t hurt yourself. You felt two cold hands grab your waist once again but this time the temperature making you jolt. “Careful” Clint joked in your ear, his breath hitting the side of your neck, his chest touching your back, Clint was no longer fixing your stance, he was now just memorising this moment the best he could.
There was almost a minutes full silence before Clint stepped away, you letting out an inaudible sigh as his hands disappeared from your waist. “Now, when you fire an arrow stay calm, just do not tense up okay?” he ordered positioning the arrow in the bow and aiming you towards the board. It was an old archery board that had many holes from where Clint would have done his daily training back when he still used the old ones.

“Now hit the board, doesn’t matter where just aim for board” he spoke harshly helping you focus your arm to stop yourself from wobbling too much, letting go moments before you shot it, the arrow landing about 1/3 of the way in onto the wood. Wow you weren’t as bad as you had once thought.

“Well done y/n!” Clint exclaimed pulling you into a tight hug before kissing your cheek, letting his lips linger for a few moments. Clint glanced up into your eyes initially but only held the gaze for a few seconds before dropping his gaze further down your face. Then it happened. It was as if all your and his common sense disappeared into thin air as your lips locked momentarily with his. Even after it was over you didn’t dare open your eyes it took almost a whole minute before you finally did, Clint staring directly down at you looking as nervous as hell.

“Y/n, I ” Cline stopped as he realised how didn’t know what to say, he had just kissed his best friend, a massive no no, but he did it nonetheless. You could see the look of worry on Clint’s face as he went over his actions again and again and again. You could not find any words to reply to Clint so instead you let your actions speak for once and pressed your lips to his once more.

“I,” you began to speak but found yourself in Clint’s earlier predicament, him just letting a small laugh watching as you continued to fumble, you knew he was making the most of the moment. The words you wanted to say were simple, three little words you could not force out of your mouth.

“I know, I know” he soothed pressing another kiss to your forehead.

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Twenty minutes ago, It took twenty two minutes for Spencer to reach your apartment from his, you knew that, he had been the one to tell you that, your best friend, the genius, he knew every little thing like that. At first you thought it was a little weird, however, you had grown to realise how useful this trait could be, you knew from the final text message that you had exactly twenty two minutes to get ready. A large mustard tinted sweater and some dark blue jeans, holes over the knees, something Spencer always questioned. He never understood the 'trend’ as it were. None-the-less, you slipped a brush through your hair, and your feet into some black 'Chelsea-type’ boots, no makeup was the obvious option however honey lip-balm could never go a miss, especially this time of year, winter always chapped your lips. One, two three, four-five, his signature knock, every single time you heard that knock you could always be certain of the messy haired genius behind the door.

“Morning” he giggled, as he looked at you, fully dressed yet half awake, “You look tired” he noted as you rolled your eyes, walking out of your apartment, triple checking the handle after clicking the key, you could never be too careful.

“I’m glad you’re so nice about me Spence,” slipping into the elevator, as the keypad lit up, Spencer’s hand beating yours and clicking the lobby button first.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that, I mean sure you look tired, but you also look beautiful, you always do” His smile was soft and humble, incredibly shy too. You had been friends for so long however, he still felt as if it was line crossing to compliment you. You could compliment you however, I mean you would a little, but you could continuously, non-stop, repeatedly for days on end, you thought so highly of him. That wasn’t surprising considering you were madly infatuated with him. Sometimes you had to stop yourself from blurting out 'I love you’ when he did something extraordinarily cute.

“Anyway” he spoke, pulling you from your thoughts, I have a surprise for you, I don’t know if you are aware of today’s date, or the meaning that it holds,“ he took your silence and slightly confused face as a definite 'no’ and continued, "Today, two years ago, a very shy, very pretty girl walked into the bullpen” he paused, as the lift doors opened slowly, you both sliding out, him guiding you to his car, opening the door for you, like the true gentleman he was.

“This girl walked in, and the office stopped, we all stopped” he flicked the engine alive with a twist of the key. “Two years ago today, I met you, I mean I could never forget that day y/n” your mind was immersed in memories of that day, god you had been so nervous and shy.

“I knew this from the first day I met you y/n, it just took me two years to tell you, well 1 year,364 and 19 hours. And well y/n, I don’t want let it get to exactly two years without me doing something, I can’t have let two years go by without telling you”. You didn’t quite understand him but understood by his words that he was going to tell you, so decided to stay quiet.

The wheels stopped slowly, the car sliding into a parking spot, the light’s flashing off quickly, your eyes were caught by the dim lit area in front. He had brought you back to his apartment. Surely you could have just drove here yourself, you couldn’t understand his plan, not that it had made much sense before.

“Y/n, come with me okay? And if this goes wrong, or it messes up, or if this backfires then I’ll take you home, but god dammit I have to try” he fell silent after this grabbing your wrist with his soft hand, pulling you into the elevator, him becoming increasingly nervous as the floor number increased, his breath hitching when the doors opened, him almost being unable to move, his hands sliding down to intertwine with yours.

“Now or never” he whispered to himself, strolling hesitantly with you towards his door. The key slid in and clicked, Reid pushed the door open and stepped aside, letting you walk in first.

The apartment was lit by multiple strings of fairy lights, soft music played in the background as your eyes fell to a trail of red rose petals, a pathway you started to walk, following it throughout the living room, all the way to his bedroom, a bouquet of roses placed delicately on top of his sheets, candles lit all throughout the room, the source of the music, a small speaker positioned to the side of the bed.

“I know this is out of the blue, but I met you 2 years ago exactly in 5 hours, now I wasted those two years, I should have took you resteraunts, took you to the cinema, took you on every date possible, I should have told you my love for you and hopefully heard you say it too. But I didn’t, and I can’t let these two years go to waste, so I figured a way to catch that time up. And trust me y/n, it’s crazy as hell, but fuck it, I know you probably have a million questions but I have one for you, would you keep your last name or take mine?” he paused, reaching into his jacket pocket before dropping onto one knee in front of you.

You felt your heart give way and you couldn’t fathom words, this couldn’t be happening.

“Y/n, will you marry me?” he looked unbelievably nervous, with good reason to, he just proposed to his best friend. You pause wasn’t helping the situation either.

“Yes” the small word slipped from your lips as a smile spread across his face, clambering back up to polish the ring onto your finger, grabbing your hand as your eyes began to swell with tears. His lips met yours gently, pausing for a moment, before moving, the way your lips fit together confirmed the fact, this was right, this was how it should have been.

“I love you, from the day you walked in, the day I saw you first, I knew it” he beamed forehead pressed to yours, his hand consuming one side of your face, as he kissed you once again.

“I love you too Spencer, so incredibly much”

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Your job meant putting yourself on the line. It was something you did a million times over on a daily basis, but today was different, you knew fine well the chances of getting out of here were slim, the unsub killed each of one his victims and you were going to be no different. He knew you were FBI, he also knew the FBI were going to try and save you, but it didn’t seem to deter him. A gun pressed into your forehead as you sat, tied fully to the chair, he smirked at you before speaking.

“I’ll let you make one phone call, one goodbye, one” he spat as he removed the gun from your forehead, you nodding desperately before spouting a list of numbers knowing exactly who you would call.

*Spencer’s P.O.V*

The group was gathered around the table, all coming up with plans, none of them being remotely plausible, you had all set up outside the building y/n was being held in, she was on the other side of that door but you couldn’t get in without him shooting her. “Guys” you interjected, holding up your phone revealing a number was calling. You held it to your ear as you answered.

“Do not put me on speaker okay?” y/n pleaded as you signalled to the others to be quiet, shaking your head as they asked for you to put her on speaker.

“Tell the team this isn’t their fault okay? This is my decision” y/n spoke, her words softer than usual. “Spence, I need to tell you something, I mean I’m gonna die right, so why not be honest.” Y/n stopped for a moment or two.

“Y/n, we can get you out we can try, I won’t stop trying”  you staggered out down the phone only to be shushed by Spencer.

“Spence, just be quiet and listen okay? This is my phone call, okay and I need to tell you this. Shit, Spence, I love you. I know this is a bad time to tell you this but fuck, Spence, I’ve been in love with you for a long time, since the day I walked into the B.A.U” You couldn’t even reply, taking a few steps away from the others, just enough so they couldn’t hear the conversation before he mustered up a reply.

“Y/n, I love you too so much, listen to me S.W.A.T are gonna storm and-” Before you could continue, you heard the Unsub yell something before switching the phone off. Seconds later a gunshot came from the building and silence fell completely.

Nobody could dare ask whether it was y/n or the unsub who took the bullet. Only a moment went by before the unsub, laughing was pushed out of the door, tears filling your eyes as you realised what that meant. Nobody could believe it, you looked to the sky for a moment before being pulled back to earth by JJ.

“She okay Spencer, he shot her but he missed, one of the agents pushed him out of the way, it hit her but she’s going to be okay, medics are in there right now. She’s not dead” Those words were your holy grail, you couldn’t believe it.

*Y/n’s P.O.V*

You fought through the ambulance ride, you fought through surgery, and now you laid in a hospital bed, Spencer sat by your side, the others had to leave as they hadn’t slept in 36 hours. Spencer, however, decided that he wasn’t going to leave you opting instead for sleeping in the chair next to you.

“Fuck, it’s bright” you groaned murmuring the words to yourself, causing Spencer to jolt awake.

“Hey y/n” Spencer whispered moving a couples strands of hair away from your face placing his hand on your cheek. “I thought you were dead” he breathed placing a kiss on your cheek before moving away and helping you sit up, him beaming like a small child the entire time.

“I’m just so happy you’re okay y/n, I don’t know if you remember our last conversation but, I’m glad I got to say it” he smiled, as memories gushed over you, a blush spreading across your face as you recalled the ‘I love yous’.  "I mean it too" he whispered looking away a little. You slid along in the small bed, offering half to Spencer, him smiling to himself as he slipped in, lying on his side to fit in wrapping an arm gently around you. He was being so delicate due to your condition wanting to make sure not to hurt you in the slightest, you were shot in the stomach and lost a lot of blood, but at least for now you were stable.

“I meant it too” you smiled shuffling closer into Spencer so that you were tucked cautiously into him, your eyes growing heavy again. Both you and Spencer stayed quiet after that, both of you falling into a deep sleep next to one another, smiling as you did so. Only to be woken by the sound of a photo being taken on Morgan’s phone, a picture that was no doubt going to be sent to everyone the second he got the chance. Not that you would mind, Spencer was incredibly important to you and you were never letting him go again.

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It started after Elle got shot in her home, that was the final straw for you. Somebody walked into her house, her space, she wasn’t an agent there, just a person, a person who was supposed to be in her safe space, but instead was shot and nearly died in her front room. How were you supposed to sleep after that? You couldn’t feel safe alone anymore, not after that, you didn’t even feel safe in there for more than five minutes, so, in your desperation, you decided upon something. For the past couple weeks, you had been staying in a hotel, you felt safer there, as if nobody could hurt you here, however, unbeknownst to you Reid lived on the street opposite and had seen you sneaking in and out and was beginning to become concerned; so much so he confronted you one morning.

It was only seven in the morning, however, traffic was always a nightmare and you had to park a couple streets away from the hotel so you set off through the lobby doors, only to feel a hand grip your arm gently. “Every morning I see you leave here” a familiar voice spoke, as you turned you became face to face with Reid. “Every morning” he continued as you both started walking, him only a quarter of a pace behind you. “So I started thinking maybe you were meeting guys here or bringing them back here, but then I never saw you with anyone, ” he paused for a breath, letting you take the opportunity to speak.morning,“ he continued as you both started walking, him only a quarter of a pace behind you. "So I started thinking maybe you were meeting guys here or bringing them back here but then I never saw you with anyone” he paused for a breath letting you take the opportunity to speak.

“I’m sorry what?” you said harshly, “You thought I was bringing guys back here, Spencer you know I’m not like that” your words were easily readable to show you were offended yet he carried on anyway.

“Exactly that’s not like you, so that had me thinking, and I just can’t figure it out. So you need to tell me, why aren’t you going home?” he questioned trying to get ahead to stop you yet you both continued walking.

“Do you want a lift in?” you offered as you both reached the car park. Spencer stopped you finally by grabbing you once again, this time a little rougher.

“If you’ll tell me what’s going on then yeah” you glanced at him for a moment before speaking.

“Just get in the car”

The first few minutes of the drive were silent, mainly because you were trying to figure out how to word it. “Elle” you spoke quietly. “Because of Elle, well no, not because of her Spence, because of what happened to her.” You paused once again as you thought over your words once more. “When Elle got stabbed she was at home, and now, I can’t sleep at night because of this, I cant spend more than five minute alone in my house because I’m so incredibly scared that someone is going to come in and kill me, I’ve started sleeping at a hotel because I don’t feel alone. It got so bad I couldn’t sleep at home so I started sleeping there.” You stopped to let him process your rant, “Just, just don’t tell the others Spence, okay? I don’t need them to know about this.” The car ride from that moment on was filled with silence. Neither of you cold muster up another word. It was as if the heaviness that hung in the air was crushing your lungs preventing words from escaping from your chest.

The day trudged by slowly, many pitfalls occurring yet you still handled them, and just as you were about to leave Spencer stopped you. “Hear me out okay?” he breathed slipping into the empty elevator with you. “I’ll come home with you get some stuff and you can stay with me tonight, I only have one bedroom, but I can sleep on the couch, at least then you can sleep somewhere comfy.” his words were sweet and it was an offer you were too tired to refuse.

By the time you reached Spencer’s apartment it was late, and both of you were just desperate for sleep, once you had changed you saw Spencer setting up the couch for himself. “Hey Spence” you spoke drawing his attention, “I don’t feel right taking the bed, I’ll take the couch it’s okay” you smiled walking over only for him to stop you by placing his hand on your wrist. He seemed a little silenced by your attire, an old, oversized shirt with you underwear on underneath, the shirt covered you well enough without shorts but it was still an adjustment to Spencer.

“Don’t be silly, you need sleep y/n, the bed is yours” he smiled at you softly, a tired look spread across his face.

“Why don’t we share the bed Spence, it’s more than big enough, come on” you offered grasping his hand in yours, his finger immediately tightening around yours.

He hesitated before nodding following behind you into the bedroom, your hand gripped firmly in his only letting go to get under the covers. Silence filled the space for a few moments before Reid gripped your hand pulling you a little closer.

“Can you talk about something please Spence, when you talk, your words make me feel safe” you blushed as Spencer pulled you closer still, so you were almost with your back against his chest.

“Sometimes I think that we waste our words and we waste our moments. And we don’t take the time to say the things that are in our hearts when we have the chance” he stopped himself after the last syllable as he realised he was beginning to ramble.

“Tell me something that’s in your heart then” you whispered feeling Spencer freeze just a little before wrapping his hand that held yours around your waist so that he was completely cuddled into you, you could even work out his breathing pace from the breaths he was leaving on your neck; it was rapid.

“I have, I have some pretty strong feelings for you, they’ve been here for such a long time and, and I don’t really know if I should go for it or not, boy genius, couldn’t ever work out how to talk to a girl” he buried his face into your neck just a little.

“Spence, the feelings are more than mutual,”.

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Stumbling out of the way-too-full Elevator, files carried clumsily in the grasp of both hands, you struggled the way into the main area of the B.A.U, fate-tempting you with the possibility of letting the documents fall out of your grip and across the floor, leaving you with a vision of papers everywhere, luckily, that hadn’t happened just yet. As you finally reached your already cluttered desk, your arms faltered for a moment and the collection of folders slipped through your fingers, hitting the top of your desk. The large sound causing heads to turn momentarily, a passing Garcia pacing her way to your desk to observe the chaos you had just caused.

“Stupid folders anyway, It’s 2016, someone needs to put this all online” you grumbled to yourself, resulting in a chuckle from Garcia as she started to help somewhat recollect the scattered information.

“Actually y/n, it’s going to be a long time before this information is going to be transferred online, they won’t trust me even though I am clearly the best at what I do, they’re still scared someone can hack me, I mean could you believe it, someone hacking me? I-” You shot Garcia a ‘you’ve been rambling for ages’ look and she closed her mouth and picked up the remaining documents.

“Thank you” you sighed, placing the gathered files onto the floor under your desk to get to later, “It’s been a long day, and yes I know it’s only nine, I couldn’t even get my coffee from Rocco’s this morning” Garcia faked a gasp before her phone started to buzz,

“It’s Genius boy, I better go take this, it’s too loud in here, you know where to find me” she winked and slipped away from the busying room leaving you to deal with your morning solo.

There was no case to take this morning, so you had little to do, Prentiss and Morgan were discussing something with Hotch and Reid hadn’t shown up yet so
you decided to visit your friendly neighbourhood technical genius.

“We need to stop meeting like this” you whispered slipping through the door to Garcia’s very bright, very colourful, very Garcia’s, room of technical magic, pausing  as you saw she was in the middle of a phone call.

“Yeah, that’s such a good idea Spence, she’ll really appreciate it, maybe she’d even get the hin-” she stopped instantly when she saw you stood there with a quizful look scratched across your face.

“H-H-Hey y/n” she spoke an emphasis on your name, “Okay well I better go, see you when you’re here, bye Dr Reid” she forced out down the phone before shutting it off to greet you.

“Am I interrupting?” you offered slipping onto Garcia’s desk next to her, pushing a couple pens out of the way.

“Oh no, it was just Spencer, you in need of any wisdom?” she flirted spinning in her chair to look at you, giving you a subtle wink as she did so.

“Oooh, Spencer huh? Is there something going on there, not that I blame you, he’s so dorky but I so would y'know,” you laughed as Garcia’s eyes shot up. “What?” you giggled, “Its just a little crush don’t give me that look” Garcia faced formed a smirk as her phone buzzed once more, she took a few moments to read the message before she spoke,

“Maybe you should tell him, he’s a really nice guy” her words usually would have been light hearted however, her serious tone gave you second thoughts.

Moments later the door swung open making you jump slightly and nearly slip off the desk. “Morning Genius” Garcia smirked, spinning around in her chair to greet him.

“Morning” he retorted only glancing at Garcia for a second before his eyes switched to you.

“Hi y/n, here I, I got you this” he smiled, his arm outstretched to see a coffee in his hand, “Pumpkin spice, just how you like it, I even got it from Rocco’s” he beamed, like a small child proud of himself, as you took the plastic cup from his hand, shuffling along and offering the space next to you on her desk as a seat.

“Here I’ll be back in a second you two wait there” Garcia smiled to herself as she took a random file and left the room, letting silence fill the space.

Looking down, you noticed that not only had Spencer gotten the barista to scribble your name across the cup but also a quickly drawn heart. “nice” you giggled, leaning ever so closer to Spencer and pointing to the heart.

“Oh, I er, yeah, I thought it would be cute” he blushed after his words and scooted a bit closer to you, so his shoulder was almost touching yours. “Garcia mentioned on the phone, you’d had a bit of a rough morning so I decided to make you feel better, you light the room up when you’re happy, without you happy the B.A.U can be really boring, I guess” he paused to look at you “I guess you lighten my day”.

“Spencer, what’s going on with you today? You’re not like this usually” you questioned watching him bit the inside of his cheek. You, like him were a profiler, a good one, it only took a millisecond to read him, the cheek biting suggests he was holding onto something he didn’t want to say.

“I’m flirting with you” he breathed, causing you to turn to look at him before looking down at the drink. “I really like you y/n, and I know that I’m not good with his feelings”

It was Spencer’s turn to look down and as he did so you took the opportunity to kiss his cheek gently, feeling his cheeks heating up under your lips. You ran a hand over one of his much bigger ones. You took a sip of your coffee before speaking, “This coffee is great, maybe tonight after work we could go get some more?” you offered intently watching as his eyes lit up.

“Yeah, definitely, I- I would like that” he smiled, pausing for a moment before placing a small kiss on your cheek in return. “I would really like that”.

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You and Spencer had a friendship made to outlast eternity, it had taken only two years to create however, it would take many centuries to destroy. It started when you joined the B.A.U, Spencer was at first quiet around you, testing the waters a little with a couple jokes, but he was soon to realize, you, like him, were also oddly smart and could burst out unexpected, unimportant and unnecessary facts at the same pace he could, on occasion, even faster. It wasn’t long after that people were assuming you were fixed at the hip as you would never find Spencer without Y/n, Y/n, without Spencer. It was the perfect friendship. However, as soon as you had settled into the role of a best friend, things started to change; more importantly your feelings started to change. 

From the first day, you had had some strange crush on Spencer, I mean how could you possibly not? He had the cutest smile you had ever seen, and every single time you saw it you, yourself, would burst into an equally matching grin, especially when his was aimed towards you. It wasn’t just his was aimed towards you. It wasn’t just that though, it was also his eyes, his mannerisms, his hair; honestly it was everything. But he wasn’t interested in you, you were his friend, and as much as you despised that fact, it was going to be one you needed to accept. Only recently, had this little crush manifest itself into something much more. 

Tonight was a rare occasion in which you had actually managed to get a night off, all of you had, and even though JJ had chosen Henry and Will over you all, and Hotch had rushed home to see Jack, you knew that you, Garcia, Morgan, Prentiss and Reid would have quite a night to remember. You and Prentiss, acting like teenagers (Well, you were only 22, you had an excuse), had decided to get ready together, you both wearing the fanciest clothes, yourself choosing a short black skirt with a print top, and Prentiss chooses something similar. You slipped on a black leather jacket and some black heels, red on the underside, a close shade to your top and before you knew it you were in a taxi on your way to a club Morgan himself picked out. When you walked in it took moments to find Garcia, at one of the tall tables, a drink in each hand for you and Emily, you were used to having eyes on you in a club, especially these ones, that had to a tendency to be full of sleezy guys, but something felt different about the way you were looking at tonight. Perhaps it was to do with the fact that it was Reid staring at you like that, not some random guy looking at you and undressing you with his eyes, this was Reid and he was looking at you differently, it was as if you were a piece of art, and he was noting every fine brush stoke used to create you. As you sat down with your drink, your eyes caught Morgan and Reid sliding through the people each with a drink. You realized then that Spencer was still gazing at you.

He must have been watching you from the moment you walked in, he even positioned himself when talking to Morgan so that he could stare just a little longer. As they walked over and you greeted each other, Reid just offered you a simple ‘hi’ before slinking in inches from your side almost pushing Garcia out of the way a little. Emily started to talk about this guy at the other side of the bar, catching Garcia’s and Morgan’s attention, however Spencer stayed fixated on you. He leaned over cautiously, unbeknownst to the others, as the flashing multi-coloured lights made it incredibly difficult to see subtle things like this.

“You look really pretty tonight, ” he whispered into your ear, the breath of his soft words hitting your cheek. Something felt different when he spoke, it wasn’t the normal way he would compliment you, this was a different Spencer.

“Thanks Spence” you spoke, smiling like a school girl, “It means a lot coming from you” that comment made him smile, and before he could summon another word Garcia leaned across and tapped your hand and signalled towards the bar. Slipping out, Garcia followed behind you, nudging you with her shoulder as you ordered the next round.

“What” you questioned, looking at the smirk on her face, you didn’t need to be a profiler to realise she was up to no good.

“You and Reid, I told you he likes you, he’s just not gonna show it until you give him a little push. Give him a reason to tell you, make him believe it’s now or never.” She saw Morgan walking over to help with the drinks, and knew this would be the optimal time. “Here, see him over there” she pointed to a guy gazing you up and down “Go flirt, watch Reid’s reaction.” she chuckled “Poke the wasps nest” making a prodding motion with her finger.

Slipping away from Garcia you slid down the bar until you were face to face with this stranger, you couldn’t lie he was attractive but he was nothing compared to Spence, Spence was special. After a few minutes of obvious flirting, positioned in direct line of the table the others were at so you could clearly see Spencer watching you with jealousy written across his features, you decided that you had played it up enough, making an excuse and slipping away back to the table; only to find Spencer gone

As you opened your mouth, all three of them looked towards the front door, Garcia giggling as she muttered “he was so jealous, he had to leave out the front” both Emily and Derek chuckled a little too as you made your way through the rest of the people and straight out the door to find a sulking Spencer playing with his watch. Before you could speak, Spencer noticed a figure stood him in front of him and beat you to the first word.

“Go away Morgan” he grumbled, not even bothering to look up, “She’s talking to another guy, she’s supposed to be my best friend and I end up messing it up by falling in love with her and -” you had to stop him, you had heard more than enough, it felt as if your heart was going to burst.Morgan” he grumbled, not even bothering to look up, “She’s talking to another guy, she’s supposed to be my best friend and I end up messing it up by falling in love with her and -” you had to stop him, you had heard more than enough, it felt as if your heart was going to burst.

“And here it was me thinking I’d messed it up with my feelings for you” you beamed, watching as Spencer finally glanced your way, the colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with.colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with.colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with.colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with.colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with..colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with..colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with..colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with..colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with..colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with.

The kiss was quick but needed, and as you pulled away, you glanced up to him and the most childish grin appeared on both of your faces, “What does this mean?” he whispered, pulling you out of his eyes and down to his lips where the words had developed from.

“I don’t know, what do you want it to mean” you grinned and watched him blush once more, “I think we should talk about this, do you wanna go somewhere to do that” , Spencer nodded at you intently, grabbing your hand, interlocking your fingers with his.

“My apartment is only a couple blocks from here, we can talk there if you like” he spoke almost inaudibly, his words hitting you and leaving you to giggle a little.like,” he spoke almost inaudibly, his words hitting you and leaving you to giggle a little.

“So, you kiss me at a club, then invite me back to your apartment Spence” you giggle as he begins to stammer.

“No, no, I-I, I don’t want to sleep with you, no, crap. I m-mean, I do, no, that’s not right , what I mean is” he sighed, squeezing your hand as he stared into your eyes. “I don’t want you to think that I think of you like that, only like that, I have feelings for you, you are such an important person to me, I want to spend every second of my life by your side, hell y/n, , what I mean is” he sighed, squeezing your hand as he stared into your eyes. “I don’t want you to think that I think of you like that, only like that, I have feelings for you, you are such an important person to me, I want to spend every second of my life by your side, hell y/n, , what I mean , , what I mean is” he sighed, squeezing your hand as he stared into your eyes. “I don’t want you to think that I think of you like that, only like that, I have feelings for you, you are such an important person to me, I want to spend every second of my life by your side, hell y/n, , , what I mean is” he sighed, squeezing your hand as he stared into your eyes. “I don’t want you to think that I think of you like that, only like that, I have feelings for you, you are such an important person to me, I want to spend every second of my life by your side, hell y/n, I don’t even know who I am without you, there isn’t a complete me without you by my side”

It was time for a blush to creep upon your face. “Let’s go” you whispered placing a kiss on his cheek.

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