beau liveblogs its insanity from scrolling thru rucho's blog: felt ill seeing the fave type ask thread. already good start. even more insane seeing the one with lil j and s. oh my god help me i already feel awful
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bonus! i said i wasn't posting anything new til this weekend but i just got up to s5 e2 and spencer reid with that lollipop has made me insane, here's a drabble i just wrote in like 30 mins. barely edited, hot off the presses, hope u like
sucker
~500 words
Who the hell let this man have a lollipop in the workplace?
You could kill Garcia.
You’re trying to act normal– trying so hard– but he looks so good. His hair is longer than it's ever been, so beautifully curly at the ends and you just know it’s soft. You need to test the theory but you can’t and it kills you on even a regular day.
But today is a thousand times worse. There’s something about Spencer since he got shot, he just seems to give less of a shit. It definitely shouldn’t be as attractive as it is.
It doesn’t help that you’d come in to tell him that you all had to be on the jet in thirty, and then he and Garcia had started asking questions, so Spencer’s been looking up at you from his chair for the past few minutes and something about it is getting to you.
So yeah, you’re trying not to get so immediately caught for staring at Spencer as he wraps his lips around the lollipop again, but you’re also not about to miss a single second of it. You’re not about to do yourself that disservice.
You clear your throat as the news broadcast about your unsub ends. “Right. So we’re going to Louisville.”
Spencer moves to get up, finally. Popping the candy in his mouth, he waves one– large, long-fingered– hand at Garcia and reaches for his crutches.
What is wrong with you?? You need to get it together before you’re stuck on the jet with pretty boy and all of the most astute people-readers in the Western hemisphere.
God, you hate your life. If the universe was kind and loving it wouldn’t have had you meet Spencer in the behavioral analysis unit. If the universe was kind and loving, Spencer would be yours already.
This was some kind of cosmic joke.
“You good?” he asks. He took the lollipop out of his mouth to speak to you, his eyebrows raised in the most annoyingly attractive way.
“Yeah?” you scoff, as if he’s the one being weird.
“Okay. Cause you told me we have to leave and now somehow you can’t keep up with the guy on crutches,” he muses from the doorway, while you haven’t moved an inch.
This man. If he wasn’t injured you would hurt him. You might just do it anyway.
You shoot him a sarcastic smile. “I was being polite.”
“How chivalrous of you,” he says, putting the candy back in his mouth and crutching his way down the hall without a second glance.
You look at Garcia, and it’s a mistake. You can read her like a book. “Don’t,” you warn, pointing at her, and she presses her lips together but is clearly smiling behind them. “And I am so mad at you for that,” you add, gesturing after him.
“Wh– he just took one, it’s not like I–”
“Save it!” you call, already halfway out the room. You hear her laugh behind you, and shake your head. You love that girl, but she was not doing you any favors.
Fuck it.
You breeze past Spencer in the hallway. “Keep up, pretty boy.”
You hear his indignant, playful scoff behind you, and you can’t help the smirk that creeps onto your face.
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