❛ you won’t even look at me ❜ audrey @ nari
her shifts at the electric trade are usually quiet ones, spent re-organizing shelves and checking inventory while gideon or her uncle handles the customers out front. when audrey bishop suddenly strolls through their doorway, nari's all too ready to dump the customer service on gid again, but -- he just so happens to be busy with a client on the phone. damn it.
she greets audrey with a nod, hoping she's not in need of any more assistance. from her demeanor, audrey doesn't seem to recognize her, but it wouldn't be the first time that's happened with someone from school. nari doesn't mind it, in any case ( she tells herself ); it just means her plans to keep a low profile on campus are working. if she's going to go back to seoul next summer anyway, there's no point in making friends.
seeing audrey reminds nari that she had temporarily forgotten about the beanie from this afternoon, however. once the bell rung, nari had just shoved it into her bag alongside the rest of her curious thoughts about the owner . . . but now she's wondering again who in their dinky school would be an aurora syndrome fan too.
mentally sorting through the class list, she almost doesn't hear audrey herself ask if there's anything with a sound like aurora syndrome. but then, nari's pretty sure she could pick up a mention of her favorite band from a block away. this one just comes with an extra layer of numbing shock when it's spoken by the preppiest, plaidest, sweater0vestiest girl in school. nari would've thought isi bloom albums were more her thing.
so that beanie was hers.
❝ uh, yeah. hold on. ❞ nari masks her surprise by turning away, pretending to look on the shelf behind her while she collects her thoughts. on any other day, she would know exactly which albums to get, but the surprise of audrey bishop being a huge rock fan is messing with her brain waves. ❝ one sec. ❞ she walks away, biding time to efface her shock. gid would tease her later asking what emotion could even be visible when nari always masks up at work, but she could feel vulnerable in a motorcycle helmet in front of the right person.
when she comes back with a stack of albums, audrey straight up calls her out on the dodging. she should've figured. from what nari's seen in class, audrey bishop's never shied away from speaking her mind. except, nari guesses, when it comes to owning aurora syndrome merch. that thought makes her smile a bit in amusement, and the tone comes out in her breath of apology.
❝ sorry, ❞ she looks up, locking eyes for just a moment before placing the records on the counter. ❝ here. the tempo and chord progressions here are kind of like aurora syndrome. i think ro's mentioned some of these bands before too. ❞ @feveredblurs
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Can you do a spencer reid with a bau reader who is younger and very atractive and when the bau are coming to see him at his apartment for whatever reason and use the key (derek probably has one ngl) they just find a mess of clothes everywhere and them just asleep together
When they wake up they are like:👀😶
Bau: 😏😏
They're not snooping, per se, but the BAU are profilers by nature, and it's not hard to spot the neon pink bra that's abandoned by the side of Spencer's recliner.
"Uh, I think pretty boy's mom has kinda aged outta stuff like this," Derek holds up the bra by one single strap, indicating the lacy cutouts that leave very little to the imagination, "Unless she's got a boyfriend we don't know about, and Spence let her have his place for the night?"
"Oh, come on, is it so hard to believe Spence has a woman here?" JJ pleads, but when she gets several 'subtle' glances from the rest of her team, she relents with a sigh, "Oh, fine. Maybe it accidentally fell into his basket at the laundromat."
"Spencer doesn't go to the laundromat," Emily recites, "Because he has 'no way to realistically verify that their machines are sanitized within proper health regulations'."
"Oh, dude, that man is a wet blanket," Derek scoffs, "But don't tell him I said that- he'll probably start on a tangent about mildew."
"We should leave," Hotch proposes, standing by the door where he'd been trying to keep up an air of polite disinterest despite his intent glances around the apartment, "His keys are hung up by the door, so I'm sure we're just not getting a response from him because he's sleeping. And if he woke up he'd kill you all for wearing shoes on his carpet, so it's in everyone's best interest to leave."
"Hold on!" Penelope gushes, "I just want to check!"
She creeps towards Spencer's bedroom, but at JJ's insistent, 'Shoes!', she chucks her heels back towards the door. One hits its intended blonde target, but the other whacks Derek in the arm, and Hotch is surprised that the dramatics that ensue don't wake Spencer from where he's presumably sleeping. He's sure Penelope will offer to kiss it better.
Penelope tiptoes towards the bedroom door, peering inside the small gap that he'd left before laying down, and finding a Spencer-sized lump under the covers. She nearly turns when she notices that it's larger than just Spencer-sized, and-
"Ooooh, guys," She rushes back to the living room, voice barely hushed enough not to wake you, "He's got a girl in there!"
Derek's victory fist-pump is accompanied by a whispered, 'My man!', but Emily reaches for a pen that's resting in the breast pocket of her blazer. She takes the bra from where Derek had set it on the arm of the couch, rooting around for a post-it in Spencer's drawer and finding a stack of them neatly tucked into the front-right corner. Typical. Just the way he does it at work.
While Penelope describes how close the two of you were sleeping beside each other- 'not an inch apart, guys, they were totally spooning!' - Emily scrawls a neat message on the post-it, dotting the I with a heart.
'Congratulations, Spencer and Mystery Girl!' She writes, leaving the sticky note over the lingerie that she sets on his countertop, 'Tell him to bring you around the office sometime soon - your bra is gorgeous, I need to know where you got it ~ Prentiss <3'
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