tipsy — spencer reid
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n )
summary: you're drunk and talking. a lot.
content warnings: reader is drunk, mention of a guy hitting on reader
a/n: my crush on spencer is getting out of control
The bar was buzzing with music and conversation, the air thick with the scent of liquor and warm bodies pressed too close together. It was loud, chaotic—everything Spencer didn’t particularly enjoy—but he stayed because the team was celebrating.
And because you were here.
He sat alone in a corner booth, quietly drinking a soda, watching as his teammates enjoyed the night. Morgan was on the dance floor, Emily and Garcia were deep in conversation with a group of strangers, and JJ had already called it an early night.
Then, out of nowhere, you slid into the booth beside him.
You practically collapsed into the seat as you scooted closer—closer than you probably realized.
“Hi, Spencer,” you mumbled, voice heavy with alcohol, but there was something else there too—a hint of frustration.
Spencer looked over at you, his heart stuttering in his chest before he forced himself to smile softly. “Hey,” he greeted, his voice gentle. But the way you frowned made his stomach twist.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concern slipping into his tone.
You let out a dramatic sigh, your lips pouting just slightly. “No. Pen took away my drink,” you grumbled, sounding genuinely betrayed.
Spencer huffed out a quiet laugh, though his amusement quickly faded when you scooted even closer, your head suddenly resting against his shoulder.
His entire body locked up.
He could feel the warmth of your skin, the soft tickle of your hair brushing against his arm. His heart slammed against his ribs.
