#blushing cm... save me...

[pettyrgeo]

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[dilvuc]

❝STUCK IN THE STORAGE ROOM❞

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: male

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: stuck in the gym storage

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: azul ashengrotto x m!reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: none

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: while putting away the supplies, you two ended up getting yourself trapped inside

"Such an embarrassment...but I managed to rise up." Azul smiled proudly as you two carried the gym supplies to the gym storage. You stifled a laugh, trying to hold back. The light gray haired male glared at you, "Is something the matter, [Y]?"

"Nothing~" you snorted.

Oh-ho? It seems like you're making fun of me. That isn't the first time you laugh at me..." Azul sends you a death stare with a smile. You chuckled softly, "You were nearly a few cm off the ground. Everyone and even Floyd can pass that."

"Hmph! Just because you're in the Pomefiore, doesn't mean you're beautiful on that broom!" Azul argued as you two entered into the gym storage and put the supplies in place.

"At least I practice my flying~" you grinned, placing your hand on your chest with pride. Azul huffed. The two of you begin arguing about the flying lesson, not realizing that the door of the storage room is being closed until they stopped mid-fight when they heard a click.

"Eh?"

You headed over to the storage door to open it, but it was locked. "Ah..."

"What is it?" Azul asked with worry. You turned to him with a nervous look on your face, "Uh, I think we're locked in here."

"W-what?!" The Octavinelle dorm leader panicked before rushing over to open the door, but it wouldn't barge. "Shit. Someone accidentally locked us in here..."

You place your hand on the handler, trying to pull the door open with all your strength. Azul joined in to help you open it. With all the strength you two use, the door won't open.

"Damnit. We're stuck here." Azul mumbled. You snapped your fingers, "Ah. We should call our friends."

"Good idea, but..." the light gray haired male trailed off. You tilted your head, "but...?"

Azul sighed with disappointment, "I left my phone in my locker..."

"Don't worry, I have my phone-" you paused when you noticed your phone battery. "...it's dead..."

"You're hopeless..." Azul pushed his glasses up his nose with a look of disappointment. You scoffed, "Say the one who left his phone in the locker."

"And now we're stuck here without help." Azul huffed, crossing his arms. "I hope Jade and Floyd notices that I'm gone."

"Rook is everywhere. I'm sure he will notice in a split second." You shuddered at the thought of Rook finding literally everywhere. "Vil will be pissed when he finds out that I'm missing..."

Azul sighed as he plopped down on the mattress, "Hm. I guess we should wait for others to notice and come find us. It'll be the two of us..."

"Yeah..." You plopped down on the mattress next to Azul, catching him off guard. "Just the two of us..."

"..."

"..."

There was awkward silence between you two. You two argue literally all the time, judging each other and now you're just sitting in silence. You two are alone in the storage room locked inside, waiting for someone to come save you guys.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...Say, this is similar to the manga where a boy and a girl are stuck in a storage room..." you spoke, turning Azul's attention on you. "...then, they started to get freaky in there."

"...W-what?!" Azul stood up from the mattress and gave you a dirty look, "You pervert! Are you thinking of getting freaky with me?! You read 18+ novels, do you?!"

"H-hey! I wasn't planning to do anything to you! I'm just saying!" You blushed. "But...before that...they expressed their feelings for each other..."

"...! Why did you...bring that up anyway...?" The Octavinelle dorm leader asked. You look away, rubbing the back of your neck. Azul blushed before sitting back down on the mattress next to you, "I see...I understand. That's how you feel, huh? Hm...you're lucky that I feel the same way as you."

"...!"

"Don't b-be too happy about it! I'm only saying it once!" Azul stammered. You couldn't hold it any longer. It is Azul's fault that his lips are kissable, that you couldn't resist it. Without hesitation, you grabbed Azul's hand and pulled him in a kiss, causing him to be off guard.

Azul pushed you away, "Don't just kiss me without a warning, you idiot! I didn't get a chance to prepare myself." The Octavinelle dorm leader then wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you in another kiss. His pull was enough to pull you down on the mattress with him without pulling away from the kiss.

"...I want us to stay like this a little while longer." Azul whispered after pulling away from the kiss. You hummed as you slowly leaned in for more, "Me too...I love you."

"Hah. I love you too..." Azul chuckled softly, pulling you back in a kiss.

"Ugh...No one notices our disappearance yet." You mumbled while fixing your wrinkled clothing. Azul sighed before putting his glasses back on, "At least we have our time..."

"It's funny that you are tempted to kiss more~ We nearly got freaky." You smirked. The light gray haired male blushed, "Tch! Don't say that! Let's go back to trying to escape...!"

"Aye, aye, captain octaboy~"

"...And...meet me at my dorm when we have time. Don't be late." Azul looked away with his arms crossed. You grinned, "Sure, sure~"

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Robert Joseph MacCready Headcanons and Birth Chart- Part One!

Hello everyone! It's time for what has been months in the making. I promised to give you my MacCready headcanons and his astrological birth chart, and today I'm delivering. (Partly because y'all are going to hate me when I post the next chapter of Defenders At The Crossroads (DATC), because it's going to be sad angsty RJ hours.)

Part one is going to be the headcanons I have so far. So without further ado, let's get to it!

Full name: Robert Joseph MacCready Born: April 4, 2265, around 8:35 a.m., Capital Wasteland (Aries sun, Scorpio moon, Taurus ascending; will be explained in one of the next parts.) Hair color: Light brown Eye color: Blue, kind of like this- https://www.pinterest.com/pin/eyes--375839531382357679/ Height: 5' 8.5" (173 cm) Build: Lean and wiry. Muscular arms and legs from all the walking and carrying he has to do. After starting to travel with Cassie, he develops a bit more muscle and gains a little weight, since he's able to eat properly. * Like atombonniebaby, I HC that Mac is of Scottish descent, but I think he also has a bit of Irish thrown in there. * Has plenty of scars across his body from his adventures in the wastes. Couple of bullet wounds from a sentry bot, some cuts here and there. * He has decent posture, only slouches when he sits sometimes. * Is attached to his current clothing, but especially the duster and hat. Both were gifts from Lucy. That's why it hurt when the sleeve got torn off by ferals during his first attempt to clear Med-Tek. * As an adult, his temper only comes out when someone is disrespecting him, someone is abusing their power, or someone is harming kids or loved ones. * Prefers to bluff his way out of confrontation, because Duncan needs him. But he isn't afraid to get down and dirty and fight. * Is actually a bit allergic to dust. Cassie ends up giving him a bandana (that isn't Gunner) for when they explore old buildings. * While he hates being wet (because wet=cold), he likes warm showers and baths. He'd be a shower hog, I think. * He has a few missing teeth, the ones that are left are a little messed up (cavities, crooked). When they start bothering him a lot, Cassie drags him to Vault 81 to get them fixed. She stays with him and holds his hand, even when they knock him out. * His best friend was Lucy, both growing up and as an adult. Yes, I HC that Little Lamplight Lucy is his Lucy, and I will die on that hill. * Him and Lucy went on a trip to the Commonwealth shortly after they reunited. It was there that they got married, and where they found out Lucy was expecting Duncan. * He has PTSD. Usually manifests in night terrors of Lucy's death, sometimes panics when surprised by ferals. On really bad days, he's crying when he wakes up. * Carries a lot of guilt. Not telling Lucy the truth about being a mercenary, him not being able to save her, Duncan getting sick. So much guilt. * Slightly afraid of thunderstorms and being in open spaces. * Hates staying in one place for too long, loves to travel. * Is abrasive and hardened toward others, but for his loved ones he's soft and affectionate. * Smells like gun oil, leather, and a hint of cigarettes. Whiskey if he's drinking, and gunpowder after a firefight. * Super observant, whether it's looking through a scope or reading people up close. (He's not as good as Deacon with the latter, but that's mostly because of age and experience.) * He's touch-starved. Other than Duncan, he hasn't had close contact with anyone since Lucy died. * He loves homemade gifts. * Love languages: physical touch, quality time, acts of service; both giving and receiving. * When it comes to flirting, he's pretty smooth. But when Cassie flirts back, he turns into a blushing, stuttery mess. Over time, it just becomes blushing. * When he first starts having feelings towards Cassie, he panics and feels like he's betraying Lucy. Hancock and Daisy are the ones that help bring him around, as well as a near-death experience. * Worries about Cassie more the closer they get, as she is a close to mid-range fighter. It eases some when he teaches her how to snipe. * Mentally swears almost all the time; it's why he almost slips up so often. * He likes to draw, whether it's silly doodles in his letters to Duncan or drawing things he likes. * Loves to read to Duncan (and any kids he and Cassie might have, so far I have one planned for sure).

PART TWO (MORE HEADCANONS!)

PART THREE (THE BIRTH CHART THAT NAILED HIM!)

[breakingsanity-aruani]

besides your current & next up-coming fic for aruani, is there any you've had at the back of the mind to possinly do one day (or simply cant, since time), that you could list off? id love to hear what you'd wish to do more with them!!

OH!! Firstly, hi anon!! Thank you so much for the question <3

To answer it, yes I do! I have several actually and almost each of them... involve tiny!Armin x Annie xD. I'm sorry, it's kind of my "brand" if you will, since many people who have read The Difference Between Us really love the dynamic! So, beyond DBU (my current) and Saving You (which will be my next major fic) here are some others! (Quick note! Each of the fics that have a miniature Armin involved, have him being 4 inches tall (10.16 cm) and his body being very durable despite it. I will not spoil DBU for anyone, but trust me this allows for fun and interesting scenarios when the mini character isn't always at constant fear of being crushed easily or something. So durable body yay!)

Right now, this one is merely called the "sci fi AU" fic. Beyond 'Saving You', it's the fic idea I have the most planned for and do very much intend on releasing at some point. It will be much more nsfw than both of my other fics, and also having more of a focus on comedy, with the angsty fluff and romance too ofc! So, here is a summary of it: Set into a far-away future where people can choose to cease the aging process of their own bodies... Armin finds himself struggling in life both prior to, and after deciding to become ageless after his friends did. In this setting, Armin's parents left him as a very young child... but he was found by the Jaeger family and was raised by them alongside their son, Eren. They know Mikasa of course, and by the point in time where the fic begins, Armin and Annie are already in a relationship! However, due to his past... Armin has many insecurities and- after creating a shrinking device with his professor Hange, he ends up finding solace and comfort by escaping his normal life and entering a "different" life. That is, by becoming toy sized and hiding away from his problems. The size which he shrinks is 4 inches tall (10.16 cm) which yes, is the same as DBU and SY... along with each of the other fics where this size difference is present. Basically, the short of it is how Armin faces his insecurities by trying to hide from them and become "different" by going small. In this setting, he actually lives with Mikasa (they are close friends- but with benefits...) and often times, she has to deal with his shenanigans xD. These two will be the main source of comedy throughout the fic, and- well, Armin isn't the only one who goes tiny at points in this, let's just say, hehe. Annie too of course is the other leading role alongside Armin, and having been in a relationship with him for well over a year... when she learns about this new way to have fun... well, she's interested. :3. Having your boyfriend be upgraded to a boy toy for fun times?? Pffft- well DUH! So, expect many moments of varying types with AruAni in this fic, hehe. I do have MUCH more to say about this fic idea, but I don't want to focus on it too much here. If you have more questions about this "sci fi AU" fic, please just ask!! Next...

The following is the only one here that isn't size difference/ tiny/giant related (listen, it isn't my fault that it's such an adorable thing okay? hehe) This idea is one that you've probably seen a few times, but a "what if Armin was born in Marley" canon-divergence! I don't have much to say about this one other than, naturally, AruAni would be childhood friends in this story... but also that Armin too would join the Warrior program... but not do well enough to earn a Titan. However, he would still go on the mission to invade Paradis Island because of his high intelligence and planning skills, seeing him as valuable enough to go. Annie is put on 'project Arlert' duty, which makes both blush incredibly hard, heh. The real twist though is, Armin doesn't believe those on the Island to be evil or devils, so he will serve as a constant voice of attempted reason for the other Warriors. What kind of tension will this cause when their views are the opposite of his? And with Annie caught in the middle...? (No name for this idea yet, sorry!) The following is... a completely off the rails idea taking place in canon-verse. and that is... a crack fic!

"Armin randomly shrinks at the WORST possible times!" Is basically the premise xD. It's exactly how it sounds like... due to unknown reasons (ahem, aka the author wanting to torment Armin, which is me!!) Armin finds himself randomly shrinking at very awkward times... Armin defending Eren and Mikasa from the canon fire in Trost? OOPSIE!! Sorry, Armin, could you speak up? It's hard to hear you when you're suddenly so tiny and squeaky down there... Trying to help Sasha prep lunch by handing her potato's? Oh sorry Armin, in with the potato's you go! Mikasa asked Armin to talk with her about something in her room? Why of course he'll help! But oh- too bad... now he finds himself 4 inches tall and having fallen into Mikasa's boot. The raven-haired girl doesn't see him anywhere... best put on her boots and go look for him! Armin has Annie cornered in Stohess... you know, during the 'good person' conversation? It would be... so awful if Armin just... Hehe, ooops... it's okay Armin, we hear that Annie is great with toys... ... I think you get it? xD. This fic idea is entirely focused on comedy and simply pure craziness. Not one to be taken super seriously, but oh so fun! Okay... I do have more! So here is another:

This one is set in the high school castes setting, where it's Annie's birthday! This is a oneshot fic, and premise is that Armin goes tiny for Annie's birthday to be her gift! But... being the 'bad girl', Armin realizes that maybe he put himself a bit over his own head... as Annie quite loves the idea of keeping this 'boy toy'... forever. Enter, 'possessive!Annie'! The vibe in this one will be different from my other fics, as Annie is more unhinged... and it's something I want to experiment with!

AND... that is it for now! I DO have more still, but I can reveal those later if anyone is interested! Again, they will be 'tiny Armin x Annie' focused, as I said before... I think it would be a unique thing to have myself do! Both in a serious story much like DBU and SY, and also more comedic like crack fic idea I presented here. The 'Sci Fi' AU fic is both silly and serious too, especially in the second half. It's... also very horny XD.

I also want to say that, Saving You (SY) will also have bonus chapters too, where other characters will be involved post ending of the fic... but that is for another time, hehe.

Last thing, I do have other oneshots planned, and even one in the works as a gift for @annawayne! Being in the DBU setting! Buuut that will remain a secret for a while :3.

Anon, thank you so much for your wonderful ask! If you have any more questions about any of these I listed, or more, I am always happy to answer them! <3 I hope this is what you are looking for too, hehe.

[elementaldoughnut12]

"Loved To Infinity"

*This involves mpreg and crying*

*This is for @thlayli-ra and @afterdarkprincess cause I know they love my babygirl Drew fics*

Drew woke up from the sunlight shining through the window and to the sound of the humidifier. He felt around the bed and it was cold on both sides. Realizing his husbands aren't in the bed with him, he turns around and looks at the clock on the nightstand. He whines when he sees it's nine o'clock in the morning and neither Seth nor Sami had decided to wake him up when they did. His disappointment disappears when he feels a tiny kick in his stomach.

A smile spreads across his face and he lets out a small giggle as he gently rubs his bump. “You're awake too huh?” he says, receiving a kick in response. He giggles even more as he rubs his baby bump in small circles. “Let's get up and go scold your daddies for leaving mommy alone” Drew says with a smile as he turns off the humidifier. As he goes to sit up he feels a twinge in his lower back and he automatically puts his hand there to relax it. “Ok Drew, deep breaths just like every other day” he says as he takes deep breaths. He continues to take deep breaths until the pain subsides.

He sighs in relief and slowly gets off the bed still with a smile on his face. He looks down and blushes immensely when he realizes he's completely naked. “They do this to me everytime” he says with a quiet laugh as he feels two rapid kicks. “Alright alright little one! You're not even born yet but you already like looking in the mirror just like your daddy” he says with a smile as he rubs his stomach to calm the baby down. Ignoring the slight pain from his swollen feet, he walks over to the vanity in front of the bed and smiles wide with a blush on his face…

When he found out he was pregnant, he knew his body was gonna change everyday but it always still surprises him. He's still just as strong and muscular like he always was but his muscles were padded all over with thick and soft layers of fat. The iron muscles that once bulged out of his skin were now hidden away, insulated and hugged by softness. His pecs have gotten bigger and softer with the areola turning a dark brownish color. He even started leaking milk a week ago and it made his tits more sensitive.

His arms and legs were thick and sturdy with his thighs being the softest part of his body. His ass, which was already big, grew even thicker and both his husbands love to put their hands all over it. Even his hair grew longer and stretched to his mid back. He currently has a bed head so it's fluffy all over. What's changed the most was his belly which is currently measured at eight and a half inches. All over his sides and the underside of his belly were tiny pink stretch marks. “Battle scars”, Sami and Seth affectionately called them.

He thought he was hairy before but he looks like he has a carpet glued all across his body since he's been pregnant. His body hair has been growing darker and in thicker tufts. He tried to shave but his husbands automatically confiscated his razors and told him they like him fuzzy and soft. They even started calling him “Mama Bear” because of it and that never fails to make Drew blush. He brought his hand up to his face, previously defined by hard edges, was now round and soft and easily covered by his thick beard. Drew never felt more beautiful…

He never thought getting pregnant would've saved his life. The night Damian cashed in on him and took the belt, Drew wanted to just crawl into a hole and die. All he wanted was to be a champion again and have the recognition he deserved but it all got ruined by CM Punk. He was in a fetal position and crying his eyes out when Seth and Sami found him. They took him back to the hotel, calmed him down and fucked him like he deserved the world. Couple weeks later he found out he was pregnant and the three never felt happier.

His mom always told him “the lord wouldn't have given you a challenge if he knew you wouldn't overcome it” and he took that to heart. Despite the aches and immense changes to his body, he knew it was worth it to know he's carrying a child for the two men he loved more than anything. He felt a little kick as a signal that he was taking a bit too long. “Impatient too? Now I know you're my daughter” he says with a quiet laugh as he looks for some clothes to put on. He realizes that being five months pregnant means that most of his clothes would probably be a bit too tight.

“Come on, there's gotta be something in here…” he mumbled to himself as he rummaged around in the dresser drawer. He smiles when he pulls out a pair of plaid pajamas that look a bit big. He first puts on a pair of soft cotton underwear and is a bit embarrassed when he realizes they are a bit too small and nestle between his cheeks a bit. “Hope it doesn't turn into a thong when I walk” he says bashfully. Next he puts on the top and whimpers a bit when the soft fabric brushes against his sensitive nipples.

Over the course of his pregnancy, Drew's sex drive has been going haywire. The slightest touch against his nipples makes him hot and bothered. He refuses to give in to his urges cause he's afraid he'll harm the baby in some way. Seth and Sami tell him that it won't harm their unborn daughter in any way but Drew isn't taking any chances. He takes a deep breath, ignores the pleasurable sensation and puts on the matching shorts. Lastly, he puts on his favorite pair of blue fuzzy wool socks that his husbands got him for Christmas.

He looks at himself in the mirror one last time and feels tears form in his eyes. The pajamas fit him perfectly and show off his thick thighs and full cleavage. It especially showed off his belly that holds his little girl inside. “I can't wait for you to be here” Drew says softly as he wipes the tears from his eyes. He gently rubs his belly and was deep in thought until he felt two rapid kicks.

“Alright alright sweetheart! Let's go have them at our mercy! Watch mommy, my little warrior!” Drew says happily and receives a little kick in return. He crosses his arms, puts on his best pouting face and walks out the room. He enters the living room and sees Seth on the couch scrolling on his phone while Sami is in the kitchen based on the frying sounds he hears in there. “Hmmph!” Drew says dramatically, catching Seth's attention.

“Morning princess! What's wrong?” Seth asks curiously, making Drew glare at him. “Why didn't you two wake me up when you woke up?” Drew asks sadly as he feels tears form in his eyes again. Well, Drew didn't expect his hormones to screw him over but he can't stop it now. “We thought you needed to sleep in and you never liked waking up early anyway” Seth says truthfully.

“You could've at least stayed with me until I woke up! You left me alone! Even worse is that you upset the baby!” Drew says through tears. “How do you know she's upset sweetheart?” Seth asks curiously as he puts his phone down. “I'm not talking about her! I'm talking about me!” Drew says as he starts sobbing. “Oh baby, come here” Seth says gently as he opens his arms for an embrace. Drew walks over and sits in Seth's lap and lays his head on Seth's chest.

“Why did you both leave me alone?” Drew says through tears. “Princess, I'm so sorry that you had to wake up alone but we wanted to surprise you! Plus you technically weren't alone cause you had our little girl with you!” Seth says gently as he rubs Drew's bump. “You got a surprise for me?” Drew asks curiously as he wipes his tears. “Of course sweetheart! That's why we woke up early” Seth explains, smiling when he feels a little kick from Drew's belly. “Is that why you two stripped me naked?” Drew asks with a giggle, causing Seth to blush.

“We always thought you looked beautiful when you had nothing on especially when you're pregnant” Seth says truthfully as Drew sits up. “You know I would've modeled nude for you two if ya just asked” Drew says sweetly as he leans towards Seth. “Are you trying to get under my skin princess?” Seth asks with a smirk. “Maybe I am or maybe I'm doing it because our little girl kept kicking me cause she likes looking in the mirror like you do” Drew says causing Seth to laugh.

“You can't blame me that our baby wants to be fabulous like one of her daddies” Seth says as he leans in and kisses Drew. Drew wraps his arms around Seth's neck as he properly straddles his husband. He lets out a little whimper when Seth grabs at his ass. “Seth, you know I can't…” Drew says with a whine as they depart. “I'm not pressuring you to do anything, all I want is to give my beautiful pregnant wife some affection” Seth says as he gives Drew a quick kiss.

“I love you so much” Drew says with a blush. “I love you too princess” Seth says as he gently caresses Drew's bump. “Can I finally come out now Seth or are you still distracting him?” Sami asks playfully, catching both of his husbands' attention. “Sami!” Drew says happily, quickly sitting up and suffocating Seth with his chest in the process. “Morning princess! How was your sleep?” Sami asks as he kisses Drew and sets the covered dish on the coffee table.

“I would say good if you two didn't leave me!” Drew says with a pout. “We wanted to surprise you! Also I think you're crushing Seth with your chest” Sami says worryingly. “Oops! Sorry Sethie!” Drew apologies as he lifts his chest off Seth. “I thought I went to heaven for a minute… it was beautiful” Seth says happily, causing both his husbands to laugh. “You ain't dying until I say you can! Anyways, what's on the table?” Drew asks curiously while looking at the table.

“Oh right! Well, we know you've been having a little bit of a rough time while pregnant so we thought we could make you something to make you feel better!” Sami says enthusiastically as he lifts the metal cover off, causing Drew to gasp in shock. Under the cover were drop scones which were Drew's absolute favorite. “My favorite! Wait, did you make them or did Seth?” Drew asks worryingly, causing Seth to gasp. “I'm not a bad cook!” Seth argues back. “Sethie… you burnt cereal before” Drew says truthfully.

“Whatever, I guess I'll just leave” Seth says dramatically, causing Drew to grab him. “No! Don't leave please! I'm sorry!” Drew says as he hugs Seth tight. “I'm kidding princess! I would never do that to you!” Seth says with a laugh, causing Drew to pout. “Asshole! Now you gotta keep holding me while Sami feeds me” Drew says seriously as he turns around to face Sami. “With pleasure princess” Seth says with a laugh as he grabs onto Drew's hips to keep him in place.

“You ready princess?” Sami asks curiously as he grabs a scone off the tray. Drew responds by closing his eyes and opening his mouth. Drew moans a bit when he chews on the scone and was surprised to find it was chocolate filled! “Such a pretty girl” Sami says quietly as he continues feeding Drew the scones. “Most prettiest girl we've ever seen” Seth says quietly as well. Drew feels himself blush as his husbands give him compliments and the cold feeling of their wedding bands feels nice on his belly.

“That's all of them sweetheart” Sami says, which causes Drew to whine. “Really? Guess our little angel was hungry” Drew says with a yawn. “I'm so excited for her to come out” Sami says happily. “She's gonna be loved so much” Seth says as they both feel tiny kicks against their palms. “I think it's time for a surprise of my own” Drew says sweetly as Seth and Sami give him confused looks.

“Seraphina Angelina McIntyre is gonna be her name” Drew says proudly as he rests his hands on top of his husbands. “That's so beautiful! I love it!” Sami says as he hugs Drew. “Just what we need! Another person in this family whose name starts with the letter “S”” Seth says as he hugs Drew as well. “I love you guys so much” Drew says quietly with a blush. “We love you to infinity” his husbands say in unison as they kiss his bump and then kiss Drew on his face. Drew can't wait for their daughter to be loved just as much as he is.

[stardust-gesso]

About me

Quick disclaimer: when interacting with other MCs (or depending on the situation with any particular love interests, be it the canon 6 or other NPCs in the game) Chu will take up her "of the past" version to avoid conflict.

General disposition

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Rbf, acts with a distance and seemingly cold to strangers. Warms up over time but usually will still end up keeping a distance. Only ever acts really excited or animated with people she is really close to. Very awkward with expressing love and affection, and even more so when receiving it. A tsundere through and through. Super easy to turn her into a blushing mess.

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Very shy and awkward. Still a pretty closed-off person but less guarded as compared to her main-verse self. Warms up much more quickly to others as long as they reciprocate. Tends to reflect back the same energy as her companion, to the best of her abilities. Still the same "super easy to turn her into a blushing mess".

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- Very patient. Some might even say that she can be a saint or just easy for people to walk all over her. You decide. - But be careful... She can get violent. Her slaps are hard and hurts a lot. Annoy her enough and she might just kick you in the shins. She will give you ample warnings... Take it. - Self sacrificial af. If she can be the one to die or get hurt instead and others be spared/saved, she will be first in line to volunteer as tribute. Better keep an eye on her closely.

Evol

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Anhaunsen class: Resonance

Ability to enhance the strength of other's evol

Able to use Resonance and enter other's dreams (although this ability is not yet mastered and was only ever triggered randomly)

Non-canon ability, specific to "Chu Minamoto": Able to mimic others' evol but only to a small extent. Making use of the left over waves of evol in the atmosphere, she will be able to gather it up enough and release it as if she has that evol ability. Think of it as she can only mimic level 1 spells, essentially. Wanting to keep this side of her ability as an ace up her sleeve, she has never shown this to anyone. She also has gathered capsules to contain such waves, in case of emergencies or in the middle of a tricky battle.

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Upon first arriving into the present year of 2034, she does not have an Evol. It will develop and appear over time.

Unknown class: Manifestation/Creation

Her Evol enables her to instantaneously create any sort of tool, equipment or even a whole weapon and armory seemingly out of thin air. So long as it has been achieved by civilization, it can be re-created. Of course, as long as she is aware of it. Unless instantaneous recreation is not a must, she can access an "archive"; a library of sorts, to find items to create and manifest. Simple and low weapon counts are fine and usually doesn't cause any issues. Though using her evol at larger scale tools of destruction or even a whole army's worth will eat away at her own life force without her, or anyone, knowing. Reference: Honkai Impact 3rd, Herrscher of Reason

Physical Traits

Black hair that has brown undertones ~ Main-verse Shoulder length, sometimes longer :: Past-verse Short concave/slanted bob cut

Heterochromatic eyes. Left - Dark Blue (Navy), Right - Dark Green

158 cm || 5'2"

Wardrobe

Colours: Filled with blacks, blues and greys. Occasional browns and dull greens

Style: Comfort over looks. Hoodies, jeans and cargo pants are her go-to. T-shirts over long sleeves on occasions. Sneakers all-day every day.

Stays the furthest away from skirts and dresses. Only ever having one or two black dresses (with some navy blue accents and silver accessories) for formal occasions when forced to wear them. If she was allowed to show up in a blazer/vest with a pair of slacks, she will.

If she ever wears a skirt or dress for a meet-up; it is either that she was forced to due to dress code, else... she might have some developing feelings :3c

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Likes

SPACE 🌌

Quiet places

Sleep (and comfy beds/pillows)

Star/cloud gazing

Soft fluffy things

Milk tea (No, NOT BOBA milk tea. just milk tea)

Dislikes

Large networking events and crowds

Extremely loud noises and concerts (the music tends to make her heart beat go out of rhythm)

Hobby

Does parkour

Paints and does little crafts when possible

Scrapbooking/Journaling

Misc

She is bilingual Occasionally speaks to herself to process her thoughts and ends up slipping into speaking the other language. May also sometimes just slip up when something exasperates her or there isn't a way for her to express her thoughts in English. She WILL use it to her advantage to say things she finds embarrassing or hard to speak out, though *coughs"Iloveyou"isoneofitcoughs* She's ticklish... Do with this information with what you will. Don't over do it though... Or you WILL face her wrath Abstains from all things alcoholic as it gives her massive headaches

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Brief history

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Mainly follows the plot of LaDS closely,

Some small exceptions: - She picked an Arts Major in university - Due to her abstinence from alcohol and unaffected by horror genres, certain memories (shared with Xavier and others) will be a bit different when interacting with Main-verse!Chu with references to some memories/date

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A very normal girl born in the 80s-90s, living through the peak period of technological boom.

Similar to main-verse MC with heart issues, she suffers from heart arrhythmia but is usually under control.

Some experiments went wrong and caused a world wide catastrophe. A hole was torn in the fabric of space and time. And she was an unfortunate victim who was nearby, getting pulled in.

Spaghetti-fied

She was lucky to even be able to survive and be spat out the other end of it. However the travel through space-time did not leave her uninjured... Memories of her. Other hers... did get mixed up with her own. Did she live here? What was that monster? Who was that saviour that protected her from harm? How did she become queen? Wasn't she a knight? Or what about the investigation? The radiation?

No. Those thoughts were not her own... She's sure of it... She hopes...

At some point in time, with some help from some one, she would obtain a very normal desk job at the Hunters Association, working mostly as an admin. Afterall she has no way home. And to even survive, one has to have a job, somewhere somehow.

She entered without having gained her Evol yet. It slowly develops over the course of her time there. Of course, keeping it a secret. Afterall, one can never fully tell if anyone can be trusted. Not after hearing of news about organizations such as Onichynus and Ever while working in the Association.

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Apartment

Stays on the 5th floor in the apartment building near the Hunter's Association. The rent was cheap for that location. (basically, the layout is the same as in-game. The difference is in the details and her decorations)

White and light wood tones adorn her living room

Dark walls and a starry patterned ceiling in her bedroom

Small celestial and astronomy related decorations can be found around her place. From small stars dangling down on gold chains to fairy lights that seemingly twinkle.

She mostly has fake flowers in some locations. Unable to keep any plants alive to save her life. The flowers are often small blue flowers such as Baby blue eyes and Hydrangeas

Loves to collect shiny pretty things, so things like resin charms or crystals that were shaped to look like planets.

Owns a small orrery model with a music box

Plushies... So many plushies on her bed...

[noelle666]

WH40k Rogue Trader OC - Noelle von Valancius

So, let's continue with my OCs for Rogue Trader. Now allow me to introduce you Noelle, my first RT. Again, she and Maarden exist together in my headcanon.

As with Maarden, I may add new thoughts about her from time to time.

Name: Noelle

Sex: Female

Age: 29

Ideoligy: Iconoclast

Occupation: Ecclesiarchy/ Adeptus Ministorum Priestess

Homeworld: Hive World

Appearance: 158 cm tall, long burgundy hair, blue eyes, one augmentation on the left side of her head

Facts:

Noelle is humble, soft-spoken, very polite and sometimes shy person. She doesn't like to be the center of attention but tries her best since the day she became lord-captain.

She dislikes Lord Captain's quarters very much. As a person who lived in a humble apartment, she finds her "new home" too big, too pretentious with lots of unnesessary items. This large space feels too "dead", too lonely. At the same time she also doesn't like crowded places. Choosing between two evils, she prefers to stay at the deck as long as possible, so sometimes Abelard has to remind his Lord Captain the time is late and she needs a proper rest.

Noelle has a good memory on faces, but she needs time to remember names. Although if she found a person interesting there is no problem to make some sort of connection "face-name", so there is no need of reminding.

Her credo is: "Help people in need, save as many lives as you can. If it is not possible, ease pain and spare last moments from agony and fear. Be merciful and forgiving". Hence she decided to save people on Rykad Minoris and not execute Exterminatus, to not throw eldar from Janus, to allow Marazhai to join her crew, ect.

As it was mentioned, although she is soft-spoken, humble and looks very harmless, she can be very passionate if someone needs help. She was ready to start a long dispute with Heinrix about her decision on Rykad Minoris explaining why saving lives is important, even understanding that her speech filled with emotions would fail against interrogator's logic.

Noelle likes to look at people, to study their appearance, but does it very cautiously. In case of van Calox, he always "feels" her gaze on him and stares back at her almost immediately. Probably, it felt like a game between them. At first she tried to avert her eyes to not be caught, but after some time and when the two of them established close relashionships, Noelle started to wait for response, and every time Heinrix was ready to give her a subtle smile, looking into her eyes from a distance for a moment.

Noelle blushes every time when Heinrix kisses her hands and fingers (the blush is light but the interrogator notices it anyway, although says nothing). She finds this gesture very intimate and gentle.

The priestess has a "special ability": if she needs Heinrix to be focused on her she puts her hands on his cheeks. She uses this technic when she wants to calm the interrogator down if he is either angry at xenos in Noelle's retinue or if he is nervous for whatever reason, etc. This gesture works every single time.

Noelle cannot call her feelings towards Heinrix "a love from a first sight" but he, for sure, caught her attention in the Electrodynamic Cenobium when they first met and after that he struck her with his manners. She felt a little bit nervous at first (not because Heinrix is a member of the Inquisition but because he looked like a mountain or an iceberg - not completely cold, but very strickt, confident and impenetrable) but some time after, the presence of van Calox made her feel somewhat peaceful as if he was unconsciously guarding her.

She loves Heinrix's voice and would listen for him talking about whatever things he desires even though she may understand nothing. While some people find his tone emotionless, Noelle learnt to distinguish differents notes in her beloved's speech.

Even though Heinrix taught the priestess how to play regicide, Noelle struggles to play it. She understands the mechanics of each figure, she knows all actions (she wrote all the information down during training with the interrogator), but her weak point is tactics. She loses everytime they play together. Heinrix finds it amusing and tries to help her with analogies: Noelle has a "feeling" on how to act during space battles, so he asks her to "imagine the board is a battlefield, your figures are Imperuim ships and mine are xenos' ships". It helps a little bit, but still Noelle needs a lot of practice. On the other hand, regicide mostly is just an excuse to spend time together talking about different things.

Noelle has a little problem: sometimes, when she acts fast and desperately, mostly in a stressful situation, even if her action was right, she overthinks the whole situation for a very long time (because, as it was said above, her actions are mostly based on emotions and feelings). It happens pretty rarely though, but the imprint may still be strong. For example, after her heart and all her being commanded her to kiss Heinrix on the day of Magnae Accesio ceremony, she felt a fantom warmth of his lips on hers, a confident yet gentle grab of his stong hands on her waist and back of her head for at least two weeks. She replayed this picture in her head in the daytime and saw it in her dreams at night.

The priestess has a small amount of cosmetic products and prefers to use neutral or nude shades. She only uses eyeshadows, mascara, brow pencil (very lightly) and lipstick or lip balm to make her lips a little glossy (mostly she uses lip balms only). Noelle can use a little bit of glittered eyeshadows for ceremonies and meetings. So her makeup routine takes about five minutes at most.

[fluffeebunzzz]

Hello, could I please get a Dragon Age Veilguard matchup? 🥺 I'm 21 years old, almost 22 come February, and I might slightly prefer a male character please. Also I am totally fine with some NSFW headcanons if you'd like to include any. 

I'm genderfluid (she/they pronouns), demisexual and if I were a character in Veilguard, I'd probably be a member of either the Veil Jumpers or the Mourn Watch. I'd also definitely be a mage of some sort, since even in real life I'm actually a pagan and am super interested in magic and the occult. I'm also really interested in science and I enjoy cooking, baking, gardening, writing and studying. I really like anthropology and archaeology and would love to travel around Thedas learning about all the different races and cultures, like the funerary rites of Nevarra or the culture of Treviso for instance. IRL I work as a librarian and author, and I'm hoping to study linguistics and anthropology. I have autism and am also chronically ill with lots of joint pain. 

Physically I'm very short, only 4’ 10” (147 cm) with long frizzy and wild auburn hair (it's somehow blonde, brown and red at the same time), pale skin with lots of moles and freckles, blue eyes and a slender figure. I also really enjoy weightlifting so I'm pretty toned too, but still quite skinny. On top of that, I also wear glasses and have a huge bandana collection to veil my hair with. I tend to wear a lot of layers because I get cold super easily, and I often wear masks to cover my face because I'm a little insecure about how I look. I also wear gloves all the time because my hands are especially prone to frostbite. Also, if you're going to include any spicy headcanons, I get flustered super easily at which point I stutter and turn bright red, especially when people touch or lightly pull on my hair. Even my ears start to blush when I get flustered, which is often. 

Personality wise I'm very sweet and friendly, if not a little naive, but I’m also super protective over pretty much anyone within 20 feet of me. I really relate to the kind of Paladin or Knight archetypes where they’re hellbent on saving people and helping/protecting those around them. I have a fiery side and can be a bit confrontational with jerks, but that's reserved for people who have earned it. For someone so small, my main strategy in video game combat is to charge in headfirst and get in as much damage as possible. I can be a little reckless and have absolutely no sense of self preservation tbh, which is hilarious considering how I’m always worrying over others if they get even the smallest scratch. My philosophy is that I take all the damage so that my companions don't have to, especially since I have really high pain tolerance and can keep going even after taking big hits. I always joke that keeping me alive is a full-time job, because it’s honestly true. I can also be a little morbid at times because I don’t really understand the concept of taboo topics super well, but I’m mindful about not making people uncomfortable too. 

Other notes include that I’m learning to speak Welsh, and I grew up in a very rural area so I can be a little out of my depth in cities. I also need to move and be outdoors all the time, to the point where I start pacing a lot when I’m cooped up inside for too long. Sorry that this is so long, I hope you don't mind! Thank you so so much, I hope you're doing well!

Hello, I would match you with Emmrich!

You both would be into the funerary rites for the people in Nevarra. Plus, your interest in history and archeology would be a key interest point for him as well because it could provide so much more context for people outside the necropolis to him. He would simply pick your brain and ultimately it would just turn into a nerd off. He would be sharing his interests as well as discussing yours and your travels while snacking/drinking tea with him in his upstairs balcony accompanied by the fade. Plus he would think the height difference to be adorable and would love to know more about your veiling.

[animeangsteng]

Tamaki Amajiki with an intimidating male s/o

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Tamaki Amajiki with an intimidating male s/o

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Warning: Punch, scary face (mentioned), NSFW (sexual habits and preferences)

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Tamaki Amajiki x intimidating! taller! male! older! reader

This is quite a specific one so I’ll make a small character sheet:

Name: (Y/n)

Last name: (L/n)

Age: older than Amajiki

Quirk: a strong one (?) / not specified

Height: at least 180/185 cm

Body: sculpted and strong

Work: pro-hero

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Kirishima Ejiro didn’t know how to stay out of other’s business.

One day the patrol he was on together with Tamaki-senpai and Fatgum ran late for the first time ever.

The redhead noticed right away that his shy senior was even more nervous and in a hurry than usual.

Once they stopped to part ways Tamaki left in a hurry, barely saying goodbye to them, and joined a tall and intimidating man.

The man grabbed the boy’s hand and they left, Tamaki still whispering apologies.

Kirishima, seeing his beloved senpai going away with such a shady man, decided to investigate, despite his mentors pleas to stay out of it.

Kirishima stealthily (or at least as much as he could with his hero costume on) followed them.

The boy watched as the two older men went around the market for a bit before going to the park.

There he met the other two Big Three.

He decided, then, to tell them about the shady scary man.

His two senpais chose to join him, Nejire giggling a bit, and they kept stalkering following the two men.

All of the sudden the older men, whom Kirishima had named “Shady-man”, grabbed Tamaki’s hand and pulled him toward his chest, whispering in his ears something the redhead couldn’t hear.

Seeing how his senpai began to shake, though, he presumed it was nothing good.

The three heroes followed the two men, who slid in a dark alley right away.

-Let’s go save Tamaki-Senpai!- shouted Kirishima, running behind the men.

Before entering the alley he eavesdropped to try understand better the situation, whether Shady-man was alone or not.

From there he heard some muffled whines he recognised being from Tamaki-senpai.

Weirdly enough the other two Big Three were quite calm but, despite that, he barged in the alley.

There was Shady-man, towering over a trembling Tamaki who held on the other’s tie.

Determined Kirishima hardened his fist and punched the older man, throwing him to the ground and freeing his senpai.

Unexpectedly, though, his shy senpai rushed by his “aggressor”’s side.

-A-A-Are y-y-y-you alr-alright? (Y/n)-san!- he stuttered, tears falling from his face.

-No worries, Amajiki. I got worse than a punch. A rock-like one- said (Y/n), getting up and caressing his now red cheek.

He then turned to a very confused Kirishima.

-Nice hit- he greeted the boy, keeping his straight face.

-You’re making the scary emotionless face, (Y/n)-chan!- laughed Nejire.

Sighing he waved at Mirio and the girl: -You could have stopped him, you know?-.

-We didn’t think he’d punch you like that!- laughed Mirio.

Rolling his eyes (Y/n) turned back to Kirishima: -(Y/n) (L/n). Amajiki’s boyfriend-.

And Kirishima.exe stopped working.

After that accident Kirishima apologised endlessly, Tamaki facing the wall, face as red as it could be.

“Kirishima saw me kissing (Y/n)-san!

Kirishima knows about (Y/n)-san!”

So his boyfried had to persuade him a lot to leave the corner and go home.

As Kirishima was going to bed a thought popped in his mind and he realised: -Tamaki-senpai has a boyfriend!-

Headcanons

SFW

Crushing

This boy gets even shyer!

When he meets you he is very intimitated!

You scare him a lot with how tall you are and with your emotionless face.

When he sees you with kids, though, he changes his mind and falls in love with you!

He always goes on and on about how cool you are, annoying Nejire and Mirio.

Whenever he sees you he blushes and tries to turn away, only to be practically shoved in your arms by Nejire.

He always stutter with you and his face is always red!

Neiji and Mirio always try to get Tamaki to spend time with you, with the help of Fatgum.

Realisation & Confession

He realises thanks to Nejire, who made him notice.

He knew it before but he always ignored his feelings.

His two best friends send you an sms from his phone to meet at the park.

They then give Tamaki an appointment there at the same time and place.

There they hide behind a bush and hold up some signs, much to Tamaki’s embarrassment.

Before leaving him there Nejire had told him to say what he read and he didn’t get what that meant at all.

But now he did.

Behind a bush was a very badly hidden Fatgum and Nejire, together with Mirio, smiling while making his thumbs-up.

‘(Y/n)-senpai’ said a sign Nejire held up.

-(Y-Y/n)- s-s-san!- he stuttered, getting red.

‘I like you a lot!’

-I... I l-l-like y-you... a l-l-lot!- he continued, face getting even redder and his voice getting lighter and lighter.

‘Will you go out on a date with me?’

-W-W-Will... y-y-you da-dat-date m-m-me?- he asked with a whisper.

You smirked and lowered down, grabbing his chin and making him rise his gaze.

-Of course. Now... can I kiss you?- you asked.

Scribbled in a hurry Nejire showed Tamaki another sign: ‘Kiss him’.

As confused and frustrated as he was Tamaki repeated: -Kiss him!-.

At that you remained rather confused.

-What?-

-I... I-I m-m-mean... Yes! T-that’s a... yes? Y-you want to d-date me?-

-Yes- you nodded.

Mustering up all his courage he tended towards you and kissed quickly your lips.

With a smirk you rose and smiled, like a wolf in front of a bunny.

-Well... how about we do that again?-

Relationship

One would think he would stop being so nervous after beginning to date you but... nope!

He’s able to keep his cool a bit more but the second you try even the minimum PDA he shivers and redden.

You want to kiss him?

Better do it in private or he’ll die of embarrassment.

If you really can’t wait better find a nice empty area or street.

Will he be embarrassed? Yes. Will he mind while you make out? Nope.

Kabedon him and he’ll practically faint by how cool you are.

He’ll often slip into your things or on your desk little gifts but he won’t be able to own it if you ask him to.

If you give him something he will thank you endlessly, almost bursting into tears.

Rather than jealous he’ll get very insecure, seeing you with someone who has clear interest towards you.

He trusts you with his life and Fatgum often pairs him with you during missions and patrols, even if you’re in a different agency

He definitely acts as a househusband part-time, having to work as a hero too.

He always worries a lot whenever your name pops up in tv because he fears villain may do something to you.

If you tease him about his height he’ll call you “mean”.

Tell him you love him and he’ll whisper it back to you.

Please tell and show him how much you love him.

If you get in a fight he almost never shouts or speaks, expect for some whispers now and then, and just cries, leaving you there (if you haven’t already).

He’ll usually be the first to apologise, even if he’s right, in which case please apologise and have him understand it was you who was wrong.

He loves being the small spoon or letting you rest on his lap, though he’ll get as red as a rose.

NSFW

As much of a sub as one could be

He loves being praised by you

Tell him how good he’s doing!

Have him ride you!

He’ll become a flustered needy mess he has to cockwarm you.

Kiss him gently and tell him how good he is!

Unfortunately he’ll be fast asleep once you’re both done.

He can go on for as long as you want although he usually prefers one good and long section.

He’s not against taking risks, being edged or overstimulated but expect him to be red all the time

If you edge or overstimulate he will cry, although he’ll be tearing up a bit even when he cums.

If you give him a vibrator and have him go in public he’ll be praying not to be caught.

Take care of this baby cinnamon roll, please!

He’ll also be in for dressing up for you, although he’ll be shy when showing it to you.

He loves to service you and do what you order.

Please gift him a cute collar to mark him as yours.

He’s too shy to go around with love bits and marks like that.

Only rule: always PRAISE HIM!!!

He’s against hurting you or getting hurt too much because it may influence his performance as a hero.

In fact, for the both of you, he wants to keep you sexual life from influencing your work on the field.

He also doesn’t like degrading, especially because he’ll actually believe what you say.

[musewritingsforyou]

The Three Rules

Rule #1, Rule #2, Rule #3

Summary: Spencer and F!bau!reader learn to trust each other during a difficult case.

warnings: swearing(mild), injury, angst, criminal minds style issues

Pairing: Spencer Reid x  F!Reader Words: 4.2K

A/N: I took forever to get to the point on this one! the beginning is supper fluffy and the end has mostly angst with a little fluff. Part 2 will be up tomorrow! *I do not own any CM characters

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Rule #1: Trust in each other

A familiar buzzing enters my dream and wakes me. Both Spencer and I’s phones are buzzing loudly on the bedside table and I see him groggily move his hair from his eyes and pick his phone up.

“Hello?” His voice is low and scratchy but his eyes open a little more when he hears whoever is on the other end. Must be Hotch. I groan loudly and turn over to grab my own phone which has ceased its relentless buzzing. Three texts, all from JJ. we have a case, get to BAU ASAP. Well, there goes my weekend.

“Yeah she's here with me, might be a little late, have to drop by her apartment- yeah, yeah we’ll get there as soon as we can- no, don't wait up, we’ll meet you at the tarmac.”

He hung up his phone and placed it back on the table before rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“I got the same text. How long have we got?” He reached a hand for mine and pulled me into him like we always do in the morning.

“Not long enough i’m afraid.”  He placed a quick kiss on my forehead and then released me from his grip. We both rose from the bed and gathered our things. He quickly put on his work clothes while I just threw on a sweater of his and a pair of running shorts that I had brought with me. I would be sleeping on the jet anyways, It would be a long flight.

After a few minutes I stood in Spencer's kitchen grabbing his keys along with mine.

“Spence? Babe, we gotta go, where are you?” I walked around his small apartment to find him standing in front of his bathroom mirror struggling with his tie.

“I can't. It's always so crooked!” I chuckled and he turned from the mirror with a pout on his face.

“Alright, come here.” I continued laughing as he smiled at me and walked to where I stood in the doorway. As I fixed up his tie he snuck his hands around my waist and pulled me into a kiss.

“You know Y/N, we've been dating for six months and it would definitely save us both a lot of time if-”

He started to blush and I brought my arms up underneath his own, around his back so they rested on his shoulders.

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” the creeping blush on his face increased ten fold.

“Well, I mean- yes- well, not if you don't want to- I mean it would definitely be easier for the both of us- but I mean if you think it's too fast- I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or- you can just say no-”

He stuttered during his rambles and stopped for long enough that I could kiss him with a big grin on my face.

“So, is that a yes?”

“Yes. Yes, that's a yes. I would love to move in with you Spencer Reid. But, we’re running late, so let's go”

With a big grin on his face I rushed him out the door with his go bag and satchel before driving the both of us over to my apartment. I dashed up the stairs to grab my own go bag and my work clothes before going right back down to the car.

Spencer~

I swear the smile that she manages to put on my face is something no one else can do. Even as she drove to the tarmac where the team was waiting, the car quiet with only her playlist going on in the background, she managed to light up my whole world. She was still wearing my sweater and a pair of her black running shorts. Her hair was in a messy bun on the very top of her head and she wore a pair of faded high tops on her feet. It didn't matter that we had been awake for a total of 20 minutes or that she had less than a minute to get ready, she was always the most beautiful girl in the world to me.

She parked in the lot next to JJ’s car and we both rushed out to where we saw the rest of the team loading up into the jet.

“About time lovebirds.” Morgan snickered when he saw us and ruffled my hair as I plopped into the seat beside him.

“Good morning to you too Morgan” I smiled and grabbed a case file from JJ’s outstretched hand.

I saw Y/N sit beside Emily on the other side of the jet and pretend to look into her case file while she said something to Emily. Emily quickly turned her head to look at me and then back to Y/N. A big smile spread across her face and she motioned JJ over to them who did just about the same thing.

“What do you think they talk about back there?” I looked up from my file and back to Morgan and Hotch.

“I think I have a pretty good idea” I smiled to myself and ignored Morgan's pleas to tell him. JJ will tell him as soon as we’ve been briefed I'm sure. But for now, I couldn't resist holding something over his head.

Y/N~

JJ briefed Spencer and I just as the jet began to take off. She took little glances at Spence while she briefed us, smiling broadly and not even bothering to try and hide it. Spence put a hand on my thigh mindlessly as we reviewed the case file. The comfort of having him so close to me made me tired all over again.

“Well, that's pretty much everything. I guess I’ll leave you two alone” JJ kept on smiling and walked across the jet over to Morgan and Hotch with Emily close behind her. I noticed Em pulled out her phone and Face Timed Garcia to tell her the news.

Spencer's hand was still resting on my thigh as he looked over his file. I took my hair out from its constraints and took my glasses off, placing a single earbud in, and leaned my head onto Spencer's shoulder. He smiled and put his file down on his lap taking his now free arm and wrapping it around me. I started to drift off just as I felt him take one hand around my back and the other under my knees. He lifted me up from my seat, being careful not to yank the earbud from my ear and placed me lying horizontally onto the jet's couch. He walked away for a moment after he set me down and I groaned at the loss of contract. Then, almost as fast as he had left, he was back, grabbing the king size blanket from my go bag and settling himself behind me on the couch, pulling me into his side, and putting the blanket around the both of us.

Spencer~

JJ shook my shoulder to wake me as the plane started to land. Y/N had already awoken and changed into her work clothes. She wore a pair of blue jeans with a tight red t-shirt and an FBI windbreaker, though still wearing her faded hightops as she always does. Hotch decided to send all of us to the precinct right away instead of splitting us up like we usually do. The case was personal for everyone at the precinct. Mainly because this killer was targeting law enforcement as their main victims. He tortured them and their family members and sent parts of them back to the precinct for all of their colleagues to find.

“Reid, Y/L/N, can I talk to you for a moment?” As soon as we walked in and set our things down I heard Hotch call our names.

“Oooh, someones in trouble” I swatted at Morgan and gave him a glare before waiting for Y/N and walking into an empty conference room with Hotch.

“Something wrong?” Y/N talked immediately while I opted to stay silent. Hotch almost never calls people out like this.

“No, not at all. I just wanted to warn you, two is all.”

“Warn us? About what?” Y/N continued to talk with him as I stood awkwardly beside her.

“Well, as I’m sure you both figured out the team told me that you are moving in together. I am happy for you both, I am. I just need to warn you not to let that excitement and emotion come through in the field.”

“Hotch, you know us, we’ve never let that happen before” I spoke this time letting Y/N take a break from this little tough love talk I'm sure we were about to receive.

“Of course. I know that, but this case is different. Our lives are at stake here as well. Even more so now that we are the highest authority here. I need you to be able to know that and still work this without any issues. So, be honest with me. Do you both think that you can do that?”

Without a second of hesitation we both responded.

“Yes.”

I would say that's one of the reasons our relationship works so well. We aren't just on the same page about each other, we also both know that we love our jobs, they are our whole lives, and we would give anything to do them together.

“Good. that's all, let's get to work”

Y/N~

Hotch left the room right away, giving Spencer and I one moment alone.

“We can do this right?” I looked at him, suddenly questioning what a moment ago I had said without hesitation.

“Hey, look at me.” I brought my head up to look him in his hazel eyes.

“We got this.”

I took a deep breath and squeezed his arm before walking from the room and continuing our work. If only I had known what was to come.

For the next week our entire team worked tirelessly to find the killer. While we worked five more people were killed. Two of them were children, three of them were parents, all of them were connected in some way to the same precinct where every day my team sat and worked. Every single death took an ever bigger toll than the ones before it. Day by day I could see everyone's spirits starting to break. I decided that was enough. I made a vow to myself that not one more person would be hurt by this man while I was here. And I kept my promise. Unbeknownst to Spencer or the rest of the team I devised my own plan to bring this man out into the open. It was risky, it was dangerous, and it was really, really, stupid. But it worked.

Spencer~

Three days after our arrival, the killer began to send notes to us. He knew us all by name. He knew our relationships, and our past, and things about us that we thought no one else knew. It was my job to decode the messages, respond, and draw whatever conclusions I could from the way he wrote. In the last message before everything went down I noticed something strange. Something that he didn't do in any of the other messages. He directed it only to Y/N, and not to anyone else. In every single other note that he sent to us he wrote all of our names on it. Making sure to put at least one personal detail about each of us in the note to show us that he was the one in control. He wanted us to feel like we were helpless. And in a way, we were.

“It just bothers me is all” Hotch had ordered all of us to go to the hotel for the night. Most of us hadn't slept in over thirty hours and we weren't going to be any good to anyone like that. I stood by the sink brushing my teeth and I tried to talk through my thoughts with Y/N.

“Spence, I know it's creepy, trust me. But i don’t think it's anything weird okay? I'm sure tomorrow he'll send a note that's only to you, or only to Hotch or something, I just happen to be the first in his pattern.”

“Well that's what bothers me! You know as well as I do that the first person in a pattern is always the most significant. No one starts a pattern without thinking about the first number in it more than the rest.”  

I undid my tie and set it on the chair in the corner of our shared room. At that moment I knew something was wrong. There was no way she would brush off an idea of mine like that unless she definitely knew I was wrong. But she couldn't know I was wrong, could she?

Y/N~

It was time for me to act. Spencer was right, I wasn't the first in his new pattern for no reason. It was because I communicated with him. I gave him what he wanted. Me.

“Spence, I’m going to head to the precinct with JJ and Em okay?” He was laying face down in the bed still asleep. He had been awake and working even more than the rest of us so i decided to leave with some of the others and let him sleep in.

“Huh?” He groggily turned his head to the side to look at me and I pushed a curl out of his face.

“I'm leaving baby, you go back to sleep, it's all good” I gave him a final kiss on the back of his head and without a single word of protest he fell back asleep.

I felt horrible lying to him, but I couldn't put him in danger. I might be able to end this thing without putting anyone else in danger. I holster my gun and grab the keys for one of the SUV’s. I drove to the meeting spot. It was a house on the very outskirts of the town, pretty much in the desert. The house was decrepit and in major need of repair. I'm meeting a goddamn serial killer though so I guess that's to be expected. I stepped out of the car with my weapon in my hand. I called out but didn't really expect a response back, nor did I receive one. I tried the handle of the door to find that it was unlocked and swung it open with my foot so as to keep my weapon up. I heard a creak from the upper floor and immediately dashed up the rickety stairs to find him.

The way he looked into my eyes will haunt me forever. I looked into his dark eyes and saw nothing. Like there was no soul behind them. Rossi always says that that's the only similarity he has found in all of the serial killers he has interviewed. They are of different genders and races and from different parts of the world but the one thing they all have in common is the look in their eyes. You could stare at them for days and you would never see any glimmer of emotion in them.

In the short second that I was stunned by his presence he started to come toward me. I screamed to him,

“One more step and I shoot!” not that I really believed it. He obviously didn't either because he kept on walking in a straight line for me.

“Ha! Tsk, tsk, tsk. No you won't. Not when you don't know who I have”

I paused again. What could have been my final mistake. Who he had? He didn't have anyone. But that wasn't exactly a risk I was comfortable taking. He lunged for me and my gun flew from my hands in the struggle. He hit me more times than I could count. He held a knife in one hand but had yet to use it. I scrambled back towards the stairs and he followed. With still no soul in his eyes and a knife in one hand he slashed at me. I landed on the floor just before the stairs and he kicked me down them. The only thought before panic was pain. My mind was foggy but I managed to crawl a few feet and I took out my phone calling 911 as he walked calmly down the stairs behind me.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N, FBI badge number 2075778924 i need an ambulance, swat, and police, call SSA Aaron Hotchner.”

There was blood and a kick, and then I was out.

Spencer~

I woke to a knock on my hotel room door. I was still half asleep but I dragged myself from the bed and opened the door to find Emily and JJ waiting with worried looks.

“Hey guys, sorry i slept late, i thought you went to the-”

“Reid listen to me, Y/N's hurt and she’s with the unsub, Derek, Rossi, and Hotch are there now but-” I dashed back inside the room threw on my converse and grabbed my gun before running back to the door and out to the car with them just behind me.

“How bad was she hurt JJ?” I sat in the front with Emily driving as JJ was in the back trying still to talk to someone on the phone.

“I don't know, none of them are picking up” my eyes were wide and my heart was beating out of my chest as they started to explain to me what had happened while I had slept. As I slept she was being reckless. As I slept she lied to me. As I slept she was in danger.

Y/N~

I awoke with Derek standing over me and a very persistent pounding in my head.

“Did it work?”

“Yeah girl genius, it worked” Derek shook his head with a smirk and helped the EMT’s sit me up before walking outside. Hotch and Rossi walked over to where the EMT’s had taken me on the gurney and attempted to give me angry looks, but I could still tell that underneath them were just looks of relief. I shooed off someone trying to lift me into a gurney and instead hopped off one and walked over to an ambulance where I sat on the metal step.

“Y/L/N, that was reckless.”

“I know, Hotch, I’m sorry”

“I'm glad you're okay. Get cleaned up and we’ll talk about punishment later.” I nodded and thanked him before he walked off to help Morgan get the unsub into custody. Rossi, however, insisted on staying by my side until Spencer got here.

“I'm glad you're okay kid. But what you did was stupid. And trust me, I know stupid.”

I laughed and nodded to him.

“I know, I know. I just couldn't let anyone else get hurt.”

“Kid, we're a team. The point of a team is to tell us what you're thinking so we can help.” I stayed quiet as the EMT’s came over to examine me and start to stitch me up. Just as someone placed a bandage over a large gash on my forehead I heard a car pull up and several doors open and close. Spencer jumped out of the front seat and began to half jog with a crazy expression on his face over to me. Emily and JJ ran to him and just in front of him trying to stop him from whatever they thought he was about to do.

“What the hell were you thinking!” His pained angry scream took me by surprise. Spencer never raised his voice. Never.

“You put yourself in needless danger! For what? For glory? For pride?” He was closer to me now but he continued to scream. Emily and JJ were still alongside him, Em was almost in front of him trying to talk him down and obviously not succeeding. Every word he said was like a stab. As he finally reached where I was sitting in the ambulance Emily and JJ stopped trying to move in front of him and instead came to my side.

“Needless? This is what you call needless? Five people were killed, Spencer! You saw as well as I did how everyone was coping! I needed to do something! And It worked! I caught the bastard and I’m fine!”

When I first started speaking it was quiet and sad. But after a minute of seeing the anger in his eyes I began to raise my voice as well. All of the emotion from the past treacherous week came flooding out to him and by the last sentence I was screaming too.

He looked me dead in the eyes and Emily placed a hand on my back to comfort me as I was now crying unabashedly.

“I need you to trust me with things like this. None of this works if you don't trust me. We don't work if you don't trust me”

His voice broke and the look in his eyes turned from anger to a deep sense of pain and sadness. He turned around sharply and began to walk off.

“Spence! Spencer!”

I was crying as Emily looked over at me. I tried to stand up to follow him but was met by three sets of hands pushing back into a seated position.

“No, Y/N. I've got this one.”  

JJ stood from her spot beside me and jumped down from the ambulance to walk towards Spencer. Em and Rossi stayed with me as I cried into my hands and after a few minutes Emily ushered the EMT’s back to me so that they could continue their work.

I looked over to where JJ had followed Spencer, by a big oak tree just within sight of me. They stood facing each other and I could see Spencer gesticulating wildly with his hands as JJ talked calmly and every once in a while motioned over to where I was sitting. She put a hand on his arm and I watched as his whole body tensed before he pulled back from her. She looked back at me for a second and said something to him before walking over to where Hotch and Morgan were waiting.

“He’ll come around, he's just hurt” Emily looked at me with sad eyes and I nodded. I kept my eyes trained on where Spencer was standing. Even though he was crying and so, so, very mad at me, he couldn't help but keep looking back at me every few seconds. Still trying to make sure that I was there.

“Agent Y/L/N, I’m sorry but your shoulder is going to have to be put back into place before we send you to the hospital.”

The voice tore me away from Spencer, and Emily took my hand and smiled at me.

“Um, okay. Do I need to do anything or…”

The pain radiating from all over my body made me unfocused and I trailed my sentence off.

“No but, it's going to hurt. A lot.”

“Great. Well, let's get this over with then” Em took my good hand to brace me and the EMT took the other one.

“Okay ready? One… two...and” just before “three” he rotated my arm and a loud pop told me it was back in place. That, and my scream of bloody murder.

Spencer~

I stood with my back to her but every few seconds I would look back. Just to be sure I guess. I wasn't even mad anymore. Other than at myself for yelling at her. I was just scared. Out of what seemed like nowhere I heard her scream out in pain. Not a sound that you like to hear when your girlfriend’s in an ambulance and you aren't even standing close to her. Without a second though I sprinted over to her in a panic to find her hyperventilating and her eyes wide in panic.

“S-spence- Im sorry- im so-so sorry” She was crying and all of her words were broken apart into little pieces. I right away sat down and pulled her into my lap, being as careful as I could to not disturb her bad arm.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I should have stayed with you and I do trust you, you know that” She sobbed into my chest and let out weak whimpers with each one. The pain in her voice broke my heart.

“Can you give her something? Anything?” I looked around but everyone shook their heads. So instead I just pulled her closer to me and tried my best to help her breathe.

“I-do-trust you-.”

“I know baby, I know you do, its okay”

I held her like that for an hour. The team all stayed with us and stood in a circle outside of the ambulance watching me hold her tight to me as she worked through the pain. Eventually the pain subsided, she was breathing normally again and could almost move without crying out.

“Hey Y/N, you know I’ll always love you right?”

“I know. I love you too”

And that was the real lesson of rule number one. It wasn't that we needed to trust each others skills, or jobs, or actions. We just needed to trust that we would always love each other. And that trust is the most important of all.

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Next Chapter

[authoruio]

Miren's Idol Profile (AU)!

"Let's rock the stage together!"

(AU Belongs to @rosietrace and @starry-night-rose , members tagging: @fumikomiyasaki @nem0-nee @sakuramidnight15 @windbornearchon )

–MAIN BIO–

Name: Miren Lockhart

Stage name: Ren

Position: Lead Guitarist

Age: 19

Birthday: 11/10

Height: 173 cm

–FUN FACTS!–

Favorite Food: Anything, mainly spicy, tteokbokki

Least Favorite Food: Sour things and UiO's cooking

Likes: Food, cooking, playing guitar, doing nothing

Dislikes: Getting scolded

–RELATIONSHIPS–

Mayuu: Respectful and appreciative

Ellis: Casual and Friendly

Carol: Casual and Respectful

Juvia: Casual and Friendly

Chizuko: Platonic Admiration and Slightly Fearful

Yuuta: Casual and Playful

–INFO!–

Voice Claim singing: Maiki (マイキ- JP) Roel (로엘 - KR)

he knows definitely well to not piss off a managing manager.

joined the (Co)-connect after his sister Jiyoon retired from the Poisoner with no specific reason

He is proud of his cousin Aori who rose in Ocean M4fia

He doesn't mind getting bullied (affectionately) but he questions does it have to be him all the time?

known in the media as the shameless glutton when food is on the topic.

Food is life, and he will die on the very hill protecting that cause.

Can and will cook for the group if they ever want to request free food from him.

He admires Chizuko's skills but is fearful of her making him only watch in a distance.

He lets his fans call him any nickname they want, but will blush if anyone calls him "Miren my love" and something similar along those lines...

Is amused of Yuuta's antics, however he will not join in with the antic if he feels too embarrassed.

Whenever anyone suggested clothes that fits his taste, he'll gladly go along with it.

His merchandise are plushies of him that UiO created to spite him and for him to be called cute by his fans... well, it did work in some way...

Is impressed with Ellis' quick rise and charm that captivates her fans

He is scared to dance in front of the crowd with his reason; A mad druid might see, and berate me if I make one mistake and I am not risking it to save my ears and feet from the endless practice. (he's not even a dancer ffs)

He lets Carol point out any tune and will follow along.

He often yell praises for everyone in the group whenever they finish a practice and/or a show.

Sometimes questions how Juvia still has the energy even after a tiresome day

Has been seen hanging out together with Cater from Hearts & Roses

His fashion taste is, thankfully unlike that of UiO's (who has no fashion taste at all)

Eyeliners are his favorite. Especially the red ones. (he puts them on himself)

..it has been noted on several occasions that Miren looks like a girl whenever he puts the eyeliner and Miren just said "you know what? fuck it. This look is for special occasions."

[jamespotterthefirst]

Chief Ramsey’s Office (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart, beyond Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 800 Warning: Slight Language 

Premise: Lilac leaves Aurora with all the work now that it’s her turn to be paged by the Chief.

A/N: Gracias, @btwitschelle​! Dedicated to you! 

“Looks like we'll have to finish the paperwork through our lunch,” Lilac says as she glances at the clock. “We can order food and use my office.”

Aurora nods without looking up from the chart.

“In the name of saving time, one of us can pick up lunch and the other can get all the patient files ready,” she says. “Pick your poison, Allende.”

“Paging Dr. Allende to Chief Ramsey's office.”

The system's echo bounces off the empty hallway where they stand. Lilac throws her friend an apologetic look. “Looks like you'll have to do both?”

Aurora rolls her eyes, endearingly predictable, her lips quivering at the corners.

“Not fair,” she quips. “I'm doing all the work so you can go see your boyfriend?”

Lilac's smile is smug, bordering on ecstatic at the word “boyfriend.”

Another eye roll from her friend.

“I'll tell you what. When the chief wants to see you, I'll do all the work.”

The words, uttered by Aurora all those years ago, roll off Lilac's lips in a triumphant little lilt. Recognition, and even an uncharacteristic blush, lights up Aurora's beautiful features. She opens her mouth to shoot back a reply but no words come out. After another attempt, she accepts defeat and laughs, knowing and accepting Lilac got her good.

“Bitch,” Aurora replies, grinning.

They both laugh before parting ways.

The Chief is all business when Lilac walks into his office five minutes later. He glances briefly from his screen to acknowledge her. Despite his impressive efforts to remain strictly professional, his heavy, blue gaze lingers on her a beat too long.

Lilac’s grin, already present from the prior interaction with Aurora, only widens.

“You wanted to see me, Chief Ramsey?”

Something dark and significant crosses his gaze before it settles into his typical neutrality.

“I just heard back from CMS about your grant proposal.”

Lilac sobers up at once, her heart skipping a beat at the news. “And? What did they say?”

A suspenseful silence follows and Ethan’s face is as unreadable as ever. Lilac, on her end, wants to jump out of her skin with anticipation. Her grant proposal had been good (according to her boyfriend), but she knew how these things worked. Many doctors around the country vied for the Hispanic Health Services Research Grant. The outcome could go either way and… What the hell was taking Ethan so long?

“You got it.”

“What?”

“You got the grant.”

“I did?”

“You did.”

Incredulity and euphoria fill her insides at once, manifesting in a small shriek. As her brain catches up with the news, Lilac feels her legs quiver. It’s a good thing Ethan decides to drop all professionalism and embrace her, effectively holding her steady.

“You deserve this, Lilac,” he murmurs into her hair. “I’m so proud of you.”

Throat tight and eyes prickling with emotion, Lilac pulls back to meet his eyes. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”

Ethan shakes his head. “Nonsense. This was all you, love.”

The chief kisses her forehead so tenderly, she feels weightless, close to dissolving in his arms.

“Let’s go to lunch,” he suggests. “To celebrate.”

“Okay, that sounds perfect.”

She remembers her previous arrangement in a flash.

“Oh shit.”

“What?”

“Can I invite Aurora? We were supposed to have lunch together and get some work done,” she explains. “Plus, she’ll never let me hear the end of it if I run away with my boyfriend for lunch.”

Ethan lifts a dark brow. “Why is that?”

“We were just joking about how she spent most of our intern year here because her aunt was the chief. Now, I'm the one in this office a lot.”

Ethan scoffs.

“We actually get some work done while you're here.”

“So I’m just another one of your employees when I come in here?”

“Precisely.”

Now it’s Lilac’s turn to raise a skeptical brow. She glances down at his strong arms, still holding her in an embrace. “Do you hug all your employees like this, Ramsey? With your hands so close to their ass?” She feels his fingers flex on her lower back as a result. “Because if you do, then we have a problem.”

“Fine, I’ll admit we can get…distracted once in a while.”

To exemplify such distractions, he kisses her, his hands moving lower to reach their desired destination. They try to break apart several times, but the unbridled joy of the past few minutes brings them together in delicious, languid kisses. At last, with much visible effort, Ethan is the one to pull apart fully, giving her a tender smile that crinkle the edges of those blue eyes she loves so much.

“You can invite Aurora,” he assures her. “Invite everyone, in fact. My treat.”

“Even Bryce?”

A dramatic sigh.

“If it makes you happy, yes.”

[writing-in-april]

My Knight in Shiny Armor

Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader (Spencer POV)

Summary: Reader is a fantasy novelist and writes Spencer into their story.

A/N: Heyy heyyy- this is my entry for the SFW fic swap that @imagining-in-the-margins organized! (Can y’all tell how much I love fic swaps I might have to organize one myself one day) This is a super fluffy little fic for @thekatherinewinchester! Hope y’all enjoy and my entry for the NSFW fic swap will be coming soon! If you have any requests they are open and I’m looking for requests for my next event- 30 fics in 30 days for April 2021 (I’ll make up a better title soon I promise) thanks for reading!

Warnings: this is so fluffy there’s no warnings 🥰- unless you don’t like the secret relationship trope

Main Masterlist Word Count: 1.2k

Garcia came up to me with a giddy look on her face as I was pouring sugar into my next cup of coffee. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that she was holding a book that looked similar to a novel that I was extremely familiar with. A blush on my face immediately formed and I forgot that I was still pouring sugar into my cup, though I’m sure that I’d still like the excessive amount of sugar I put into my coffee. As Garcia had said before, it was my ‘brand’, whatever that means.

I cleared my throat in preparation for the interrogation I was about to face, “What’s up Garcia?”

Instead of point blank telling me what she was all giddy about she opened the hard covered novel in her hands with green binding that I had seen numerous copies of.

“The mysterious man was taller than the rest of us by far, with fluffy brown hair that his helmet tried in vain to hide. It wasn’t just his handsome looks that drew me to him, it was also his intellectual abilities. He was far superior in intellect to any other man I had met in the world. The rousing conversations I had with him also made me feel respected by him which was much more than I could say compared to the other men I had met. The name of the mysterious knight in the shiny armor that had invaded all my thoughts as of late was named, Spencer.”

Once she finished the excerpt of the book she shut it dramatically then raising her eyebrows, I knew exactly what she was asking with her nonverbal cues, “I’m friends with the author…”

The look on her face after I trailed off told me that she wasn’t buying my lie. I was about to say something more convincing, but Garcia was not impressed with my attempts to get out of this ‘interrogation’.

“Oh- no no no, you aren’t getting away with it that easy, boy wonder. The blush on your face isn’t fooling me.” Her calling out my blush only served to make my face an even deeper shade of red, I could tell just from how hot the room suddenly felt. She continued on despite my deepening cheek color, “I want to know how you got your New York Times Best Seller partner, tell me everything.”

I figured there was no way to deny it now, the way I fidgeted and the blush on my cheeks gave it away easily. Even though Garcia wasn’t trained to study human behavior she wasn’t stupid and I wasn’t a good liar. So, I proceeded to tell her the story of how we met.

Of course as soon as I finished the story of how we met at a coffee shop Garcia bombarded me with more questions and brought the rest of the team to ask. She even got Morgan to say he’d read the book because he wanted to know “what does pretty boy look like in shining armor?” Which Garcia of course had to correct, as she had read the rest of the book.

As I was riding the metro after work my mind decided to wander about what had happened today. At first I was excited to share with Y/N about what happened today, but then I started to worry. What if they didn’t want to tell anyone?

We hadn’t really discussed telling everyone about our relationship besides passing comments in conversation. I worried that maybe they wouldn’t want to tell everyone because maybe they’d be embarrassed to be seen with me. Maybe that’s why they hadn’t brought up me telling the team much.

Once I had gotten back to my apartment I opened the door and was immediately greeted with the smell of Y/N’s cooking. Normally, I’d be super excited that they decided to pop in my apartment, but my anxiety about what had happened today was taking over my mind. I was rooted to the floor in front of my door, not wanting to have to admit to them that I had told everyone.

“How’s my favorite genius?” Their melodic voice called out from the kitchen. There was no way I could avoid it now, they’d probably be able to immediately tell that I was anxious. They were good at being able to tell exactly what I was thinking, and it wasn’t even their job. I often joked with them that their ability to read my behavior was as good as mine.

I decided I better get this over with.

As I walked over to my small apartment kitchen I prepared my explanation in my head. When they spotted me they opened their mouth to speak and I just started to rant, “I may have told the team about you. I got cornered by Garcia in the break room and she happened to have your book and read the parts where you wrote a character based on me- and”

“Slow down, baby.” They cut my ranting off once they had gotten her bearings. Normally being cut off makes me annoyed, but in this case I could tell I was in a swirling anxious mind set that I wouldn’t break out of unless an outside force helped me stop. I took a deep breath, which did help slow down my racing thoughts. Once I had slightly refocused my thoughts I noticed that they were looking over at me from where they were standing over the pot of pasta at the stove with a look of concern, which surprised me.

“You’re not mad?”

They turned the oven off as the pasta was definitely done now, making their way over to the other side of the kitchen where I stood. Bringing their warm hands up they cupped my cheeks and then asked with sweetness, “Why would I be mad.”

I couldn’t help but start to spill my thoughts into another rant to try and explain my reasoning, “Well- I didn’t really talk about telling them with you and I know that communication is important in a relationship from what I’ve read. And it felt like I made a mistake because I wasn’t communicating properly and I’m an idiot, I’m sorry you have to date someone who doesn’t know anything about relationships.”

“Spencer, it’s ok I promise. I was going to ask if maybe you wanted to introduce me to them soon anyway and- you aren’t stupid I promise, baby. You’re a genius, remember?

After we ate the dinner they had cooked they brought out their book to read to me, specifically the part in reference where my fictional counterpart came to save the day.

“You’re my knight in shiny armor.” They said with fondness, this was my favorite line in the book.

“Shiny armor? Why not shining armor?” I had asked this question numerous times since I had seen the same line in their book. I knew the conversation in the novel like the back of my hand and every time we read the book together we enacted the conversation. They acted out the protagonist’s lines perfectly, which was not surprising since the protagonist was partially based on them from their own admission.

“I don’t know, I just think it sounds cuter,” Their words were as sweet as honey, making me want to lean in to kiss them, but they needed to finish the line, “and in my book, you’re cuter than all other knights in shining armor.”

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Mask of Death

A/N: I’ve been working on this fic for months so I hope you all enjoy I was so nervous to post lol

Thank you as always to @rigatonireid for pre-reading!! ❤️

Summary: Reader is kidnapped and of course, Spencer is there to save the day.

Warnings: mention of blood, kidnapping, implied torture, yk normal CM stuff lol

Word Count: 2,087

You had been working at the BAU for the past four years and since starting there, you had made lifelong friends. Emily, Aaron, David, Penelope, Derek and JJ were the best friends you could’ve asked for. Then there was Spencer. Spencer Reid who had become your closest friend and who you had caught feelings for almost immediately. Always wondering if he felt the same way as you did for him, but that was wishful thinking and you knew it.

The rare freetime that the team got was mostly spent together like having dinner at Rossi’s or going to the park with Henry and Jack. You and Spencer would always be glued to each other's sides and it didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the team. They would make jokes to which you and Spencer would just blush while trying to change the topic away from you two.

When you had finally worked up enough courage to tell Spencer how you felt, you were shocked and relieved to find out he felt the same way. Your relationship could’ve been a liability so together, the two of you told Aaron who was behind ecstatic for you. You figured it had something to do with him losing his own wife, but you hadn’t been at the BAU for that.

Flash forward to the present, the team had been called to Rock Springs, Wyoming after a series of murders had taken place over the course of a month. The unsub held them captive for three days, torturing them before dumping their bodies into the Flaming Gorge Reservoir.

“Wheels up in thirty,” you heard Hotch say after he finished the debriefing, bringing you out of your thoughts.

It was a pretty standard unsub, traumatic childhood, white male in his early twenties or thirties, but as the case went on, it was anything but standard.

Of course you and Spencer sat next to each other on the plane, your hands interlaced throughout the whole flight. He was reading a new book you had gotten him from Christmas while you and Emily were talking about her and JJ’s upcoming wedding plans. The two had been dating for a couple years before Emily asked the big question.

You and Spencer went to check out the last known address of Walter Williams after landing in Wyoming. It wasn’t often that the two of you were teamed up together.

Arriving at a house in the middle of nowhere, you and Spencer walked up to the front door and knocked with no answer. You checked the back door while Spencer went to check a barn in the backyard. It was only for a minute and the next thing you know you woke up in a basement with your arms tied behind your back and your legs tied to a chair. You felt liquid trickle down the side of your head and assumed it was blood. You winced from the lights and they were dim so you probably had a concussion.

Your thoughts quickly wandered over to Spencer wondering if he was okay or not because you didn’t know what had happened, but before you could think of anything else, a man with sandy blonde hair and was about average height, walking into the room, a gun in hand.

“Y/N…” he smiled wickedly at you and the fact that he knew your name, sent a shiver down your spine. Something was definitely not right. “How is Spencer doing? Your four year anniversary is coming up, isn’t it?” He smirked at seeing your fear, you tried to keep your face straight, but miserably failed. “Cat got your tongue? Oh sorry, I forgot you’re allergic to them.”

“Who are you?” You finally managed to ask.

“You don’t remember me?” You shook your head no so he continued, “you probably remember my daughter, Anna, who was murdered the year before last. You promised me you would find her killer and I’ve been following you and not once did you ever look into her case again.”

Suddenly, you remembered the little girl, the one who still haunts your dreams from the brutality of her murder. You had looked into her case afterwards, but there were other little girls out there who needed you and the team. It was a hard decision, but you had to move on at the time.

“Mr. Williams...I promise you we tried everything we could, followed up on every lead we had, but we didn’t have any evidence and those are the hardest cases to solve.” You thought maybe reasoning with him would help, but it only angered him further.

“So that’s all she was to you? Just another case to be solved?” He scoffed, “that was my baby and I lost her and you didn’t do a damn thing.” He took a step closer to you, “well, you know what this means for you, don’t you?” He gave you a smile that made goosebumps erupt across your body. You in fact, know what this meant for you. If he stuck to his patterns that was.

“Revenge isn’t going to bring Anna back.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” You watched as he put his gun in the holster on his hip and traded it for a knife. You could tell he enjoyed the fear he provoked from you and it only edged him on. He ever so lightly ran the knife down your cheek to your neck and back up. “You know, this is the exact thing my Anna went through that night.”

You thought back to the details of the recent strings of murders that had the same M.O. as his daughters and didn’t know how you couldn’t piece it together. You tried to push the images of Anna out of your head all the time, Hotch had even brought up the idea of therapy to you afterwards and you took it.

“They’re going to find me,” you said confidently to which he just laughed. “She’s better off without you,” you shot back causing him to stop laughing and then everything went black.

You awoke some time later, you had no idea how long you were out. Minutes, hours, it all felt the same. Something in front of you had caught your eye, there was a video recorder with the red light blinking meaning it was on and you had no idea who was watching.

“Spence…” you called out softly. No answer. Your head was pounding now and the lights were making it worse. You jumped after hearing the door open and Walter walking back in.

“If you say shit like that again, it’ll be the last thing you do,” he warned and you weakly nodded your head. “Now where were we?” He glanced back at the camera and grinned. “Enjoy the show, Spencer Reid.” That caught your attention and your eyes widened in horror.

“Please, don’t do this,” you pleaded, but he got his knife out and went straight to you. After he was done, he left you in a bloody mess. The amount of blood you were losing wasn’t good and you began to feel lightheaded. You hoped, prayed that they would find you soon because your body was quickly beginning to give up. Walter repeated the process every hour, making you lose more and more blood. You had to stay strong for Spencer and your friends.

“FBI!” You heard and you felt hopeful for a split second, but that quickly vanished when you felt the cool metal of a gun pressed against your temple. The agents and officers poured into the dimly lit room, your eyes immediately going to Spencer’s. His eyes were full of fear...and something more that you couldn’t decipher. You tore your eyes away from him, taking in the faces of Hotch, Prentiss, Rossi, Jareau and Morgan. A flash of pink through the door caught your eye and you couldn’t help the small smile that passed over your face. Garcia had stayed back in Quantico as usual, but the news of your kidnapping had brought her to Wyoming. It warmed your heart to know that your friends cared so much about you and if you were to die, at least you would be surrounded by the people you loved the most.

“Let her go and we can help you,” you heard Hotch’s voice, but Walter’s grip on you tightened. You tried to meet Hotch’s eyes, to try to tell him that your life wasn’t more important than the other two girls who were still missing. They had family waiting for them and Spencer would be fine without you...right?

Hotch lowered his gun, the other agents following suit. “You don’t want to do this, let her go and we can talk. We can tell them you cooperated with us or make a deal with you, but in order for that to happen, you have to let her go,” he said in a calm, unwavering voice.

“Tell them where the other girls are and you can do whatever you want to me,” you said loud enough for only him to hear you.

“I’ll take you up on that offer, Pretty Girl,” he whispered in your ear causing you to shiver at the nickname that only Spencer or Derek would call you.

Hotch took a slow, tentative step forward making Walter return his attention back to him. “Step any closer and that’s it,” he harshly pulled you back, a whimper leaving your lips at the force. You saw Spencer’s eyes that had considerably darkened and in the three years you two had dated, you had never seen him this angry. He was always able to compose himself, but when it came to you? The man lost his ability to think straight and not to mention, that this was your first time being held hostage.

“Let her go.” Spencer tried this time.

“Wouldn’t you like that, Pretty Boy?” You could tell that was when Spencer realized who he was.

“You’re Anna’s father,” he stated. Spencer knew how much her case had affected you. “She wouldn’t want you to do this, Walter. She was nine years old and what happened to her was a tragedy, but you are torturing her closest friends right now merely for the fact that they’re alive and she’s not. Y/N, she worked tirelessly on your daughter’s case day after day and I know this because I was helping her. We hadn’t given up, but we were stuck and there were other cases that needed our attention. So I’m asking, for the sake of your daughter’s memory, let Y/N go and we can talk this out.”

You felt his grip on you loosen enough that you were able to get free and ran straight into Spencer’s arms. A shot rang out and you didn’t know where it came from. Spencer grasped your face with his hands, gently, to avoid hurting you further. “Are you okay?”

“B-better now,” you gave him a small smile, but you slowly felt yourself losing consciousness.

“I need an ambulance!” Spencer shouted out, cradling your bloodied body in his arms as he gently lowered you to the ground.

The soft murmuring of the hospital machines was enough to make you stir. Your entire body ached and your head was pounding and there was a weight on your stomach. When you opened your eyes, you saw Spencer with his head on your stomach with his eyes closed. A smile made its way onto your mouth and you softly ran your fingers through his hair, ignoring the pain it caused. You were just glad to be here with him without a gun pointed to your head. The gesture was enough to wake him up and he quickly moved off of you.

“Y/N…” you saw tears pricking his eyes and you felt your own start to water.

“Spence, I’m right here,” you patted the space next to you and as carefully as he could, he got into the bed with you and wrapped an arm around you protectively.

“God, I love you. I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I love you so much.” Time passed and eventually the doctor came to check on you and was letting you go home as long as you had someone to be there for you and you did, you would always have Spencer in your corner no matter what.

“Come on, let’s go home,” he smiled at you and you matched it.

“Let’s go home,” you repeated.

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The Three Rules

Rule #1

Summary: Spencer and F!bau!reader learn to trust each other during a difficult case.

warnings: swearing(mild), injury, angst, criminal minds style issues

Pairing: Spencer Reid x  F!Reader Words: 4.2K

A/N: I took forever to get to the point on this one! the beginning is supper fluffy and the end has mostly angst with a little fluff. Part 2 will be up tomorrow! *I do not own any CM characters

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Rule #1: Trust in each other

A familiar buzzing enters my dream and wakes me. Both Spencer and I’s phones are buzzing loudly on the bedside table and I see him groggily move his hair from his eyes and pick his phone up. 

“Hello?” His voice is low and scratchy but his eyes open a little more when he hears whoever is on the other end. Must be Hotch. I groan loudly and turn over to grab my own phone which has ceased its relentless buzzing. Three texts, all from JJ. we have a case, get to BAU ASAP. Well, there goes my weekend.

“Yeah she's here with me, might be a little late, have to drop by her apartment- yeah, yeah we’ll get there as soon as we can- no, don't wait up, we’ll meet you at the tarmac.”

He hung up his phone and placed it back on the table before rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

“I got the same text. How long have we got?” He reached a hand for mine and pulled me into him like we always do in the morning. 

“Not long enough i’m afraid.”  He placed a quick kiss on my forehead and then released me from his grip. We both rose from the bed and gathered our things. He quickly put on his work clothes while I just threw on a sweater of his and a pair of running shorts that I had brought with me. I would be sleeping on the jet anyways, It would be a long flight. 

After a few minutes I stood in Spencer's kitchen grabbing his keys along with mine.

“Spence? Babe, we gotta go, where are you?” I walked around his small apartment to find him standing in front of his bathroom mirror struggling with his tie.

“I can't. It's always so crooked!” I chuckled and he turned from the mirror with a pout on his face.

“Alright, come here.” I continued laughing as he smiled at me and walked to where I stood in the doorway. As I fixed up his tie he snuck his hands around my waist and pulled me into a kiss.

“You know Y/N, we've been dating for six months and it would definitely save us both a lot of time if-” 

He started to blush and I brought my arms up underneath his own, around his back so they rested on his shoulders. 

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” the creeping blush on his face increased ten fold.

“Well, I mean- yes- well, not if you don't want to- I mean it would definitely be easier for the both of us- but I mean if you think it's too fast- I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or- you can just say no-” 

He stuttered during his rambles and stopped for long enough that I could kiss him with a big grin on my face.

“So, is that a yes?”

“Yes. Yes, that's a yes. I would love to move in with you Spencer Reid. But, we’re running late, so let's go”

With a big grin on his face I rushed him out the door with his go bag and satchel before driving the both of us over to my apartment. I dashed up the stairs to grab my own go bag and my work clothes before going right back down to the car. 

Spencer~

I swear the smile that she manages to put on my face is something no one else can do. Even as she drove to the tarmac where the team was waiting, the car quiet with only her playlist going on in the background, she managed to light up my whole world. She was still wearing my sweater and a pair of her black running shorts. Her hair was in a messy bun on the very top of her head and she wore a pair of faded high tops on her feet. It didn't matter that we had been awake for a total of 20 minutes or that she had less than a minute to get ready, she was always the most beautiful girl in the world to me. 

She parked in the lot next to JJ’s car and we both rushed out to where we saw the rest of the team loading up into the jet.

“About time lovebirds.” Morgan snickered when he saw us and ruffled my hair as I plopped into the seat beside him. 

“Good morning to you too Morgan” I smiled and grabbed a case file from JJ’s outstretched hand. 

I saw Y/N sit beside Emily on the other side of the jet and pretend to look into her case file while she said something to Emily. Emily quickly turned her head to look at me and then back to Y/N. A big smile spread across her face and she motioned JJ over to them who did just about the same thing.

“What do you think they talk about back there?” I looked up from my file and back to Morgan and Hotch.

“I think I have a pretty good idea” I smiled to myself and ignored Morgan's pleas to tell him. JJ will tell him as soon as we’ve been briefed I'm sure. But for now, I couldn't resist holding something over his head.

Y/N~

JJ briefed Spencer and I just as the jet began to take off. She took little glances at Spence while she briefed us, smiling broadly and not even bothering to try and hide it. Spence put a hand on my thigh mindlessly as we reviewed the case file. The comfort of having him so close to me made me tired all over again. 

“Well, that's pretty much everything. I guess I’ll leave you two alone” JJ kept on smiling and walked across the jet over to Morgan and Hotch with Emily close behind her. I noticed Em pulled out her phone and Face Timed Garcia to tell her the news.

Spencer's hand was still resting on my thigh as he looked over his file. I took my hair out from its constraints and took my glasses off, placing a single earbud in, and leaned my head onto Spencer's shoulder. He smiled and put his file down on his lap taking his now free arm and wrapping it around me. I started to drift off just as I felt him take one hand around my back and the other under my knees. He lifted me up from my seat, being careful not to yank the earbud from my ear and placed me lying horizontally onto the jet's couch. He walked away for a moment after he set me down and I groaned at the loss of contract. Then, almost as fast as he had left, he was back, grabbing the king size blanket from my go bag and settling himself behind me on the couch, pulling me into his side, and putting the blanket around the both of us.

Spencer~

JJ shook my shoulder to wake me as the plane started to land. Y/N had already awoken and changed into her work clothes. She wore a pair of blue jeans with a tight red t-shirt and an FBI windbreaker, though still wearing her faded hightops as she always does. Hotch decided to send all of us to the precinct right away instead of splitting us up like we usually do. The case was personal for everyone at the precinct. Mainly because this killer was targeting law enforcement as their main victims. He tortured them and their family members and sent parts of them back to the precinct for all of their colleagues to find. 

“Reid, Y/L/N, can I talk to you for a moment?” As soon as we walked in and set our things down I heard Hotch call our names. 

“Oooh, someones in trouble” I swatted at Morgan and gave him a glare before waiting for Y/N and walking into an empty conference room with Hotch.

“Something wrong?” Y/N talked immediately while I opted to stay silent. Hotch almost never calls people out like this.

“No, not at all. I just wanted to warn you, two is all.”

“Warn us? About what?” Y/N continued to talk with him as I stood awkwardly beside her.

“Well, as I’m sure you both figured out the team told me that you are moving in together. I am happy for you both, I am. I just need to warn you not to let that excitement and emotion come through in the field.”

“Hotch, you know us, we’ve never let that happen before” I spoke this time letting Y/N take a break from this little tough love talk I'm sure we were about to receive.

“Of course. I know that, but this case is different. Our lives are at stake here as well. Even more so now that we are the highest authority here. I need you to be able to know that and still work this without any issues. So, be honest with me. Do you both think that you can do that?”

Without a second of hesitation we both responded.

“Yes.” 

I would say that's one of the reasons our relationship works so well. We aren't just on the same page about each other, we also both know that we love our jobs, they are our whole lives, and we would give anything to do them together.

“Good. that's all, let's get to work”

Y/N~

Hotch left the room right away, giving Spencer and I one moment alone.

“We can do this right?” I looked at him, suddenly questioning what a moment ago I had said without hesitation.

“Hey, look at me.” I brought my head up to look him in his hazel eyes.

“We got this.”

I took a deep breath and squeezed his arm before walking from the room and continuing our work. If only I had known what was to come.

For the next week our entire team worked tirelessly to find the killer. While we worked five more people were killed. Two of them were children, three of them were parents, all of them were connected in some way to the same precinct where every day my team sat and worked. Every single death took an ever bigger toll than the ones before it. Day by day I could see everyone's spirits starting to break. I decided that was enough. I made a vow to myself that not one more person would be hurt by this man while I was here. And I kept my promise. Unbeknownst to Spencer or the rest of the team I devised my own plan to bring this man out into the open. It was risky, it was dangerous, and it was really, really, stupid. But it worked. 

Spencer~

Three days after our arrival, the killer began to send notes to us. He knew us all by name. He knew our relationships, and our past, and things about us that we thought no one else knew. It was my job to decode the messages, respond, and draw whatever conclusions I could from the way he wrote. In the last message before everything went down I noticed something strange. Something that he didn't do in any of the other messages. He directed it only to Y/N, and not to anyone else. In every single other note that he sent to us he wrote all of our names on it. Making sure to put at least one personal detail about each of us in the note to show us that he was the one in control. He wanted us to feel like we were helpless. And in a way, we were. 

“It just bothers me is all” Hotch had ordered all of us to go to the hotel for the night. Most of us hadn't slept in over thirty hours and we weren't going to be any good to anyone like that. I stood by the sink brushing my teeth and I tried to talk through my thoughts with Y/N.

“Spence, I know it's creepy, trust me. But i don’t think it's anything weird okay? I'm sure tomorrow he'll send a note that's only to you, or only to Hotch or something, I just happen to be the first in his pattern.”

“Well that's what bothers me! You know as well as I do that the first person in a pattern is always the most significant. No one starts a pattern without thinking about the first number in it more than the rest.”  

I undid my tie and set it on the chair in the corner of our shared room. At that moment I knew something was wrong. There was no way she would brush off an idea of mine like that unless she definitely knew I was wrong. But she couldn't know I was wrong, could she?

Y/N~

It was time for me to act. Spencer was right, I wasn't the first in his new pattern for no reason. It was because I communicated with him. I gave him what he wanted. Me.

“Spence, I’m going to head to the precinct with JJ and Em okay?” He was laying face down in the bed still asleep. He had been awake and working even more than the rest of us so i decided to leave with some of the others and let him sleep in.

“Huh?” He groggily turned his head to the side to look at me and I pushed a curl out of his face.

“I'm leaving baby, you go back to sleep, it's all good” I gave him a final kiss on the back of his head and without a single word of protest he fell back asleep.

I felt horrible lying to him, but I couldn't put him in danger. I might be able to end this thing without putting anyone else in danger. I holster my gun and grab the keys for one of the SUV’s. I drove to the meeting spot. It was a house on the very outskirts of the town, pretty much in the desert. The house was decrepit and in major need of repair. I'm meeting a goddamn serial killer though so I guess that's to be expected. I stepped out of the car with my weapon in my hand. I called out but didn't really expect a response back, nor did I receive one. I tried the handle of the door to find that it was unlocked and swung it open with my foot so as to keep my weapon up. I heard a creak from the upper floor and immediately dashed up the rickety stairs to find him. 

The way he looked into my eyes will haunt me forever. I looked into his dark eyes and saw nothing. Like there was no soul behind them. Rossi always says that that's the only similarity he has found in all of the serial killers he has interviewed. They are of different genders and races and from different parts of the world but the one thing they all have in common is the look in their eyes. You could stare at them for days and you would never see any glimmer of emotion in them.

In the short second that I was stunned by his presence he started to come toward me. I screamed to him, 

“One more step and I shoot!” not that I really believed it. He obviously didn't either because he kept on walking in a straight line for me.

“Ha! Tsk, tsk, tsk. No you won't. Not when you don't know who I have” 

I paused again. What could have been my final mistake. Who he had? He didn't have anyone. But that wasn't exactly a risk I was comfortable taking. He lunged for me and my gun flew from my hands in the struggle. He hit me more times than I could count. He held a knife in one hand but had yet to use it. I scrambled back towards the stairs and he followed. With still no soul in his eyes and a knife in one hand he slashed at me. I landed on the floor just before the stairs and he kicked me down them. The only thought before panic was pain. My mind was foggy but I managed to crawl a few feet and I took out my phone calling 911 as he walked calmly down the stairs behind me.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N, FBI badge number 2075778924 i need an ambulance, swat, and police, call SSA Aaron Hotchner.”

There was blood and a kick, and then I was out.

Spencer~

I woke to a knock on my hotel room door. I was still half asleep but I dragged myself from the bed and opened the door to find Emily and JJ waiting with worried looks.

“Hey guys, sorry i slept late, i thought you went to the-”

“Reid listen to me, Y/N's hurt and she’s with the unsub, Derek, Rossi, and Hotch are there now but-” I dashed back inside the room threw on my converse and grabbed my gun before running back to the door and out to the car with them just behind me. 

“How bad was she hurt JJ?” I sat in the front with Emily driving as JJ was in the back trying still to talk to someone on the phone.

“I don't know, none of them are picking up” my eyes were wide and my heart was beating out of my chest as they started to explain to me what had happened while I had slept. As I slept she was being reckless. As I slept she lied to me. As I slept she was in danger.

Y/N~ 

I awoke with Derek standing over me and a very persistent pounding in my head. 

“Did it work?”

“Yeah girl genius, it worked” Derek shook his head with a smirk and helped the EMT’s sit me up before walking outside. Hotch and Rossi walked over to where the EMT’s had taken me on the gurney and attempted to give me angry looks, but I could still tell that underneath them were just looks of relief. I shooed off someone trying to lift me into a gurney and instead hopped off one and walked over to an ambulance where I sat on the metal step.

“Y/L/N, that was reckless.”

“I know, Hotch, I’m sorry”

“I'm glad you're okay. Get cleaned up and we’ll talk about punishment later.” I nodded and thanked him before he walked off to help Morgan get the unsub into custody. Rossi, however, insisted on staying by my side until Spencer got here.

“I'm glad you're okay kid. But what you did was stupid. And trust me, I know stupid.” 

I laughed and nodded to him.

“I know, I know. I just couldn't let anyone else get hurt.”

“Kid, we're a team. The point of a team is to tell us what you're thinking so we can help.” I stayed quiet as the EMT’s came over to examine me and start to stitch me up. Just as someone placed a bandage over a large gash on my forehead I heard a car pull up and several doors open and close. Spencer jumped out of the front seat and began to half jog with a crazy expression on his face over to me. Emily and JJ ran to him and just in front of him trying to stop him from whatever they thought he was about to do.

“What the hell were you thinking!” His pained angry scream took me by surprise. Spencer never raised his voice. Never. 

“You put yourself in needless danger! For what? For glory? For pride?” He was closer to me now but he continued to scream. Emily and JJ were still alongside him, Em was almost in front of him trying to talk him down and obviously not succeeding. Every word he said was like a stab. As he finally reached where I was sitting in the ambulance Emily and JJ stopped trying to move in front of him and instead came to my side.

“Needless? This is what you call needless? Five people were killed, Spencer! You saw as well as I did how everyone was coping! I needed to do something! And It worked! I caught the bastard and I’m fine!” 

When I first started speaking it was quiet and sad. But after a minute of seeing the anger in his eyes I began to raise my voice as well. All of the emotion from the past treacherous week came flooding out to him and by the last sentence I was screaming too. 

He looked me dead in the eyes and Emily placed a hand on my back to comfort me as I was now crying unabashedly.

“I need you to trust me with things like this. None of this works if you don't trust me. We don't work if you don't trust me”

His voice broke and the look in his eyes turned from anger to a deep sense of pain and sadness. He turned around sharply and began to walk off.

“Spence! Spencer!”

I was crying as Emily looked over at me. I tried to stand up to follow him but was met by three sets of hands pushing back into a seated position.

“No, Y/N. I've got this one.”  

JJ stood from her spot beside me and jumped down from the ambulance to walk towards Spencer. Em and Rossi stayed with me as I cried into my hands and after a few minutes Emily ushered the EMT’s back to me so that they could continue their work. 

I looked over to where JJ had followed Spencer, by a big oak tree just within sight of me. They stood facing each other and I could see Spencer gesticulating wildly with his hands as JJ talked calmly and every once in a while motioned over to where I was sitting. She put a hand on his arm and I watched as his whole body tensed before he pulled back from her. She looked back at me for a second and said something to him before walking over to where Hotch and Morgan were waiting.

“He’ll come around, he's just hurt” Emily looked at me with sad eyes and I nodded. I kept my eyes trained on where Spencer was standing. Even though he was crying and so, so, very mad at me, he couldn't help but keep looking back at me every few seconds. Still trying to make sure that I was there. 

“Agent Y/L/N, I’m sorry but your shoulder is going to have to be put back into place before we send you to the hospital.”

The voice tore me away from Spencer, and Emily took my hand and smiled at me.

“Um, okay. Do I need to do anything or…” 

The pain radiating from all over my body made me unfocused and I trailed my sentence off.

“No but, it's going to hurt. A lot.”

“Great. Well, let's get this over with then” Em took my good hand to brace me and the EMT took the other one.

“Okay ready? One… two...and” just before “three” he rotated my arm and a loud pop told me it was back in place. That, and my scream of bloody murder.

Spencer~

I stood with my back to her but every few seconds I would look back. Just to be sure I guess. I wasn't even mad anymore. Other than at myself for yelling at her. I was just scared. Out of what seemed like nowhere I heard her scream out in pain. Not a sound that you like to hear when your girlfriend’s in an ambulance and you aren't even standing close to her. Without a second though I sprinted over to her in a panic to find her hyperventilating and her eyes wide in panic.

“S-spence- Im sorry- im so-so sorry” She was crying and all of her words were broken apart into little pieces. I right away sat down and pulled her into my lap, being as careful as I could to not disturb her bad arm.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I should have stayed with you and I do trust you, you know that” She sobbed into my chest and let out weak whimpers with each one. The pain in her voice broke my heart.

“Can you give her something? Anything?” I looked around but everyone shook their heads. So instead I just pulled her closer to me and tried my best to help her breathe.

“I-do-trust you-.”

“I know baby, I know you do, its okay”

I held her like that for an hour. The team all stayed with us and stood in a circle outside of the ambulance watching me hold her tight to me as she worked through the pain. Eventually the pain subsided, she was breathing normally again and could almost move without crying out. 

“Hey Y/N, you know I’ll always love you right?”

“I know. I love you too”

And that was the real lesson of rule number one. It wasn't that we needed to trust each others skills, or jobs, or actions. We just needed to trust that we would always love each other. And that trust is the most important of all.

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[fortheloveofwonderland]

‘Black Velvet’ by Alannah Myles for Reidaway. Thank you.

Thanks again! Sorry this took a while.

AU Elle works in a bar where the team are on a case and they are there a while and each night she watches him across the bar and starts to fall for him.

Send me a song lyric and a CM pairing and I’ll write you a blurb.

Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell.

Jimmy Rogers on the Victrola up high.

Mama's dancin' with a baby on her shoulder.

The sun is settin' like molasses in the sky.

The boy could sing, knew how to move, everything.

Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for.

Elle leant on the bar wiping the glass with a rag whilst expelling a long pent up sigh.

Bartending. It was not where she saw her life going. What had started as a job just to make ends meet when she’d returned to her small hometown after college had ended up as the last ten years of her life.

She knew at this point she was never getting out. And Elle was bored.

Everyday was the same. The same old customers. The same old stories. The same old nothing. Nothing ever happened in this dead end town.

That was until it did.

Two murders in the span of a week. Nothing like that had ever happened in their small town. The FBI had been called in, it hadn’t taken long for word to reach her; word travelled fast in a town this size.

The agents were staying at the motel next door to the bar, the only place in town to stay.

The first night they walked into the bar, all eyes were on them. The out of towners. The feds. Elle’s regulars were all a little more well behaved.

When he approached the bar, he had an awkwardness about him. But Elle was intrigued the second she laid eyes on him.

Black velvet and that little boy's smile.

Black velvet with that slow southern style.

A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees.

Black velvet if you please.

“Could I please just get some water?” He asked politely, somewhat shyly.

His eyes were mesmerising. Elle was hooked.

“Sure thing.” She smiled at him and poured him a glass. “You one of them?”

She already knew the answer but she just wanted to hear him talk some more.

He nodded, taking the glass.

“Doctor Spencer Reid.”

“Elle Greenaway. You look too young to be a doctor.”

“Yeah I get that a lot.” He shrugged with no further explanation. “Thanks for the water.”

He turned on his heels and walked back over to the table his team were occupying.

Elle watched him take a seat and bury his nose in a case file.

She couldn’t put her finger on it but she felt drawn to him in a way she’d never felt before. There was something about him that she wanted to learn more about.

She hoped they’d be in town a while.

***

Up in Memphis the music's like a heatwave.

White lightning, bound to drive you wild.

Mama's baby's in the heart of every school girl.

"Love me tender" leaves 'em cryin' in the aisle.

The way he moved, it was a sin, so sweet and true.

Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for.

“So another body, huh?” Elle leant on the bar the following night after handing Spencer his glass of water again.

“Yeah. Did you know any of the victims?” He asked her, running his finger around the rim of the glass.

“Everybody knows everybody around here. Perks of a small town.” She shrugged. “You getting any closer to catching the guy?”

Spencer pulled a face although Elle didn’t know what it meant.

“I can’t discuss an ongoing investigation.”

“Right. Of course.”

“I should…” he nodded over his shoulder towards the team.

“You’ve got work to do.” She smiled softly. “Don’t let the lonely bartender keep you from saving lives Doctor.”

He blushed a little at her use of his honorific.

“Yeah…” he swallowed, picking up his glass. He knew he should leave but there was something about her that Spencer liked. He liked it a lot.

Maybe it was something about the way she smiled at him as though he was the only man in the world. Or the way she seemed solely interested in him and no one else.

“Goodbye then.” She laughed when he made no attempt to move.

He shook his head, trying to snap himself out of whatever daze she put him in.

“Bye.” He forced himself away from the bar and back over to the team.

Her eyes met him every time he closed his eyes.

***

Black velvet and that little boy's smile.

Black velvet with that slow southern style.

A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees.

Black velvet if you please.

Spencer let himself out of the bar and into the cool night air.

He clutched the strap of his satchel, looking at the floor as he walked.

“Were you trying to sneak off without saying goodnight?” Her voice forced his head up.

She was leaning against the wall, sucking a cigarette between her lips.

Spencer blushed although he wasn’t sure why.

“Sorry, I’m exhausted.”

She smirked at him, shaking her head.

“I was only teasing.”

“Oh. Oh ok.” He frowned, he’d missed that. He often did miss social cues.

“You’re not like the men round here.” She dropped the cigarette to the floor and stubbed it out with the heel of her boot.

“No?” He swallowed as she moved closer to him.

“No.” She came close, placing her palms on his chest.

He felt her touch burn through his sweater vest.

“I like you.”

“I uhm...I like you too.” Spencer blushed deeper.

Elle smiled to herself before brushing her lips ever so gently on Spencer’s.

When she pulled back, Spencer had his eyes closed.

“Goodnight Doctor.” She laughed, turning in her heels and heading back inside, leaving Spencer reeling.

***

Every word of every song that he sang was for you.

In a flash he was gone, it happened so soon.

What could you do?

He dreamt of her that night. Her lips on his, even if only brief, her hands on his chest.

It wasn’t like a woman to get in his head this way, but she really had. And Spencer didn’t want to leave.

They caught their guy and Hotch insisted they spend one last night to unwind. Spencer didn’t have any complaints.

JJ suggested karaoke. She, Derek and Rossi dominated it for most of the night while Spencer, Hotch and Emily watched in amusement.

“Are you not going to give it a go?” Elle asked him with a playful look in his eyes as he got another glass of water.

“I’m not much of a singer.” He confessed.

“I bet you’re better than you think. I’d love to see you up there.”

Her words clearly affected him because two songs later he was taking to the small stage.

He looked a picture of nerves, almost dropping the microphone several times before the song even started.

As soon as the music picked up Elle knew what song it was.

He knew all the words without looking at the screen once. In fact, he didn’t take his eyes off her the whole time. His voice wasn’t the best, but he was trying. And she loved every minute of it.

It felt as though he was singing just for her, staring into her eyes across the bar. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him either as he practically serenaded her with “The Way You Look Tonight.”

His team cheered when the song was over as did Elle.

She caught his eye once more making sure he saw she was slipping outside.

Minutes later he joined her out the front of the bar.

“I was terrible wasn’t I?” He was blushing instantly.

“Not at all.” She smiled at him. “I loved it. Every second of it.”

“Good.” He swallowed. “It was for you.” His blush deepened.

“Well aren’t I a lucky woman?” She came closer to him and once again she placed her hands on his chest.

She saw his breath hitch at her touch.

“Do I make you nervous Doctor?” She whispered, her voice breathy.

“Yes.” He admitted. “Very much so.”

“Why?” Her fingers toyed with his tie.

“You’re beautiful. Too beautiful to be interested in someone like me.” He hoped that didn’t sound as pathetic as it did in his head.

“You need to give yourself more credit Spencer.” She used his name for the first time. “You’re a very attractive man.”

His cheeks were practically on fire at the point.

“Uhm...thanks.” He swallowed. “You know I’m leaving in the morning?”

“I figured as much.” She laughed a little. “I guess that means we need to make the most of tonight, doesn’t it?”

And with that Elle kissed him again, this time not so gentle. Her real intentions were clear from the kiss.

She wanted him. She needed him. And Spencer felt exactly the same.

She pulled back, her hands still on his chest.

“So Spencer,” she smirked dangerously at him and it made his pants tighten. “Are you going to take me back to your room or not?”

His whole body shuddered at the insinuation. He wanted nothing more in the world and the answer was easy.

“Yes. God yes.”

She smiled brightly and took hold of his hand.

“Let’s go then Doctor. You don’t want to keep a lady waiting.” She winked and started pulling him towards the motel.

Spencer knew he was in for a night he would never forget with a woman he’d always remember.

Black velvet and that little boy's smile.

Black velvet with that slow southern style.

A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees.

Black velvet if you please.