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Crush Imagine #31

“Y/N, can you help me?” Y/C asked. I sighed and grabbed a stool since y/c happened to be significantly taller than me. He held out his tie and flashed his signature smile. I pressed a smile and begun putting his tie on for him. Our senior pictures were today, and no surprise, Y/C was not the best with putting on ties. I placed the tie around his neck as Y/C held onto my hips making sure I wouldn’t fall. I quickly made a Windsor knot, and finished by pulling the tie through and tightening it. 

“There we go” I smiled and quickly smoothened out the top of his shirt. “You know, I’m pretty sure I’ve taught you this before” I lifted my eyes up to meet his. 

“You probably have, and I probably tried it on my own, and failed miserably” he grinned. I grinned and stared into his eyes. If only I didn’t get lost so easily in his eyes, maybe I’d stop crushing on him. I noticed then that my hands were still resting on y/c’s shoulders and his hands were still resting on my waist. Before I could say anything, Y/c had stepped closer and strengthened his grip on my waist. 

“You know, I lied” he smirked. 

“About what?” I asked.

“I know how to tie a tie. I remembered how to tie one after you taught me” 

“Then why do I keep tying them?” I raised an eyebrow. 

“In hopes I would have this moment” he whispered, bringing his lips closer to mine hesitantly. I destroyed any hesitation by responding and pressing my lips against his. The kiss was just long, and sweet. Our lips moved in sync, varying pressure. Eventually the two of us pulled away and rested our foreheads against each others. 

“I should probably clean up for my picture” y/c chuckled. I glanced at his lips, which were tinted a soft pink from my lipstick. I laughed and went to get y/c a tissue, and then wiped his lips with it. 

“It’s a good thing my picture is already done” I fixed y/c’s hair as he straightened his shirt. 

“Y/C!” someone called. 

“You know I’ve never been so excited for our car rides together” he picked me up and set me o the ground. 

“I’ll be here” I grinned as he quickly went to have his picture taken. 

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First Years + Suits 

(Don’t let them choose because this is what will happen)

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Leaving With A Beautiful Woman

A/N: So you and Spencer have been dating for a while and one night he goes out with his team and he makes the mistake of telling you where they are going. You show up and they notice him fawning over you so they dare him to go kiss you and he does because the two of you are already going out.


“Are you sure that I can’t come, Spence?” You whined to your boyfriend as he changed his clothes. “I do not see why I can not meet your team yet.”

He turned around while he tied his tie and looked at you. “I’m sorry, y/n. It’s just that they can be extremely protective and I do not want them to drive you away.”

“Please.” you scoffed “Drive me away? From you? Impossible.” The two of you grinned at each other and he kissed you on the lips.

“Besides, you would hate the place that we are going. It is called the 18th Street Lounge. Apparently, there is lots of dancing and loud music and people. I don’t even want to go, but Morgan said that he would personally go to my home and drag me with him if I didn’t”

He turned back around and finished getting dressed. You thought about what he said and formed a plan in your head. When Spencer left, you kissed him on the cheek and told him to have fun. He looked at you suspiciously. You did not usually drop things so easily, and you went from begging him to take you out with him to wishing him to have fun and waving good bye happily as he left. Nonetheless, he left without forcing.

As soon as the door shut behind him, you sprung into action. You smiled almost maliciously as you retold your plan to yourself. The plan was to dress in something really nice and revealing and then show up at the club Spencer and his team were going to. You were going to pretend that you did not know him and flirt overtly with him. I knew Spence pretty well. It would embarrass the hell out of him. And hopefully, his team members would not figure out that I was actually his girlfriend.

You dressed in a skin tight, black dress. The neckline scooped low and the sleeves were three-quarter length. The dress cut short about mid-thigh. You wore tall, black stilletos that made me taller by a number of inches. You quickly threw on a splash of appealing, dark make-up, just the way that you knew Spencer liked. Then you were ready.

You left the apartment, locking the door behind you. You located your car in the parking garage of the building. You sat in the car for a moment and looked up the address of the club that Spencer had mentioned. You found the address easily and drove to the club, encountering minimal traffic.

You had felt absolutely zero anxiety up until now, but now your nerves were starting to catch up to you. You had always been a fairly spontaneous person, contrasting your boyfriend’s calculated personality. But was this too much? What if he did not even end up going here? This plan could backfire so easily in so many ways. You took a deep breath, contemplating if you should actually go through with your plan after all.

Then, you reached for the car door, throwing all inhibitions in the wind. You exited the car and walked into the crowded club. You headed to the bar. You were tense and needed something to loosen yourself up to this idea a little more. A drink would definitely do that. You ordered a drink and leaned against the bar.

You looked around for Spencer. You knew that he would not be dancing so that ruled out the dense crowd of people on the dance floor in the center of the room. You looked around at the tables lining the walls of the club. You searched tops of heads for the iconic golden locks of hair that belonged to Spencer Reid. You had searched for a while and you began to be disheartened when you finally saw him. He was smiling and laughing, surrounded by six other people. It was the rest of his team.

You moved to a spot at the bar that was closer to him so that he would notice that you were there. You opted to send flirtatious looks his way until he looked over at you. Finally, the vibrant blonde woman that was sitting next to him, elbowed him in the ribs and nodded her head in your direction so that he would see that you were checking him out. She said something to him that you could not hear because you were so far away, but you assumed that it was something along the lines of “A girl over there has been checking you out for the past half hour. She subtly pointed in your direction and he followed her finger to see the person that she was pointing at. When he saw that it was you, his eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.

You giggled at his reaction and looked down at your drink as if you were embarrassed that he had caught you sending googley eyes at him. When you looked back up, he was staring at you incredulously from where he sat. So, he had noticed your fairly revealing outfit. You smiled at him.

He knew exactly what you were doing, though. No matter how absolutely gorgeous you looked, he was going to be stubborn. You could tell that another one of his friends had noticed you, too and was urging Spencer to go talk to you. He shook his head, refusing.

So that is how it is going to be played, huh?

As the night continued on, you slowly flitted closer and closer to your boyfriend’s table. But you did not allow yourself to get too close, no, he was the one that would approach, not you. That was the game. Whenever you felt that you got too close to him, you simply floated back to the bar and started all over again. You talked to a number of men while you were there so that Spencer’s team would not think that you had just come for Spencer, but he way the only guy that you had your eyes on.

Finally, after lots of teasing and flirtatious glances between the two of you, the eccentric blonde that had pointed you out earlier, practically pushed Spencer out of the booth that they all sat in. He walked over to you nervously, dodging people as he walked, zig zagging awkwardly.

When he got to you have gave you a small smile and said, "What are you doing, here?” as if he was nervous so that his friends did not notice any change in his behavior.

You smiled cheekily at him. “This is what you get for not letting me come with you. Next time, I suggest not telling me where you are going.” You laugh and gracefully touch his elbow as if you are harmlessly flirting with just any guy.

He smiles back at you. “Oh, so now that that is out of the way.” He reaches forward and kisses you. He pulls your face to his and presses his lips to yours. When he pulls away he smiles at him and you smile back.

“And what exactly was that?” you ask

“We were playing Truth or Dare. Alright, y/n, I have to get back to the table now. Bye.” You wink at him and he turns around and heads back to his table.

He is greeted by the shocked expressions of his team members.

Penelope is the first to speak up. “Spencer, dude, you are way cooler than I thought you were.” she breathes out, shocked.

Morgan is the next to do anything. He offers Spencer a fist bump. “Respect, dude.” he says “I had no idea that you had that much  game.”

Everybody else expresses their shock to him and he smirks proudly at their reaction. They had no idea.

You lingered at the bar, waiting for Spencer to return. He came back within minutes. He told the rest of his team that he was going to get another round of drinks but they all knew that he was just going to go and talk to you some more.

He came up behind you and you could feel his breath mingling with the tiny hairs on the back of your neck. You involuntarily let out a shiver at the feeling. “What do you say we get outta here?” he asked you.

“What about your team?” you asked

“My team? Please, they would be absolutely thrilled if they saw me leave with a beautiful woman.”

You thought about his offer a few short moments then nodded. “Alright, I will be right back.” he said to you. He grabbed the drinks that he ordered and headed back to his table.

“Um, guys. I am going to head out.” Every single one of his friends looked over in your direction to see you slipping your jacket over your shoulders. You were preparing to leave, and it was obvious that you were about to leave with him. They smirked at him.

“Alright, Spence. Have fun. Be safe.” They all told him.

He wandered back to you with a smile gracing his face. It was the smile that you had fallen in love with.

As soon as the two of you left the building, you clasped your hands together. The two of you walked over to his car. You stood by the driver’s side door for a moment.

“I’m so sorry, y/n.” he whispered to you,“I should have let you meet the team in the first place.”

“Spence, it’s okay. I get it. You were worried that they would not accept me and that you would have to make a choice. You don’t have to explain anything.”

He smiled down at you, ever-so-grateful to have you in his life. He sighed at the beauty of your words and the way that you spoke. There is a long, understanding silence between the two of you.

“Have I told you how absolutely beautiful you look tonight, y/n?” his eyes scope across your body taking you all in. You giggle at his compliment.

“You may have mentioned it.” You say “Hey, what do you say we get out of here?” You pull your pointer finger down his chest suggestively and he nods eagerly. The two of you head back to your apartment together.

It is there that he proves to you just how happy he was to have left with a beautiful woman. He was really happy.

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I just really really really like Blake. I could draw a ten page comic of him just getting ready in the morning. Five of those pages would be him trying to figure out which hideous tie he is going to wear that day.

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