#And then she sees someone else on the team do a flip showing off and them all arguing over whether they could do a flip too if they tried

[jamietwat]

Jamie and Roy spending ridiculous amounts of time together and Phoebe knowing about it definitely means that Jamie’s around Phoebe a lot more in the off-season when she’s off school and Roy’s off work but still being Jamie’s personal trainer for free (and she definitely likes bossing Jamie around just as much as Roy does and finds the ridiculous shit Roy makes him do hilarious)

And you know that thing where kids love to randomly go watch this, I can do a somersault or want to see me do a cartwheel? and then you just have to awkwardly stand there and be like wow whether they actually can do them or not (and sometimes several times in a row have to try to think of something new to say the fifth time they do the exact same thing and then look to you for a reaction)

I’m just saying at some point they’re in some park and Phoebe definitely pulls a look how good I’m getting at cart wheels, Uncle Roy! around Jamie at some point and while Roy just stands there like 🧍‍♂️ and gives compliments that gradually get more and more deadpan and debates turning it into saying how much more impressive that is than anything Jamie’s done all morning but he doesn’t because he’s 90% sure that would just lead to Jamie getting all indignant and competitive and proving he can cartwheel too as if Roy isn’t already annoyingly aware of that from when he was dying trying to keep up with Jamie in Amsterdam while he was cartwheeling and practically skipping

But obviously Roy not saying anything doesn’t matter anyway and Jamie turns it into being like watch this to Phoebe and cartwheeling too and turning to Roy after like well go on, tell me how good I am at that too

Roy deadpans somehow it’s far less impressive watching a grown man cartwheel for attention. It’s just sad, really

But Jamie isn’t offended at all and just shoots Roy an obnoxious smirk and insists you’re just saying that because you know you couldn’t do one. Even trying would probably end with you needing a hip replacement or something

But before Roy can even properly argue or say something bitchy back, Jamie’s turning back to Phoebe with a how about this then? But even though it’s her he asks, it’s Roy he looks to the moment he finishes running a few steps and doing a one-handed cartwheel

And Jamie’s like well now are you impressed??? And god, Roy resents that he is and he could make a dig about how useless of a skill it was as an adult and how that wouldn’t accomplish anything on the pitch and he’d just look like one of the kids that picks flowers on the pitch instead of playing or even paying attention to where the ball is, but instead he rolls his eyes and says yeah okay

And Jamie beams but he doesn’t have time to properly gloat and give Roy shit because Phoebe’s already bossing him around telling him that he has to teach her how to do that too

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Popping up in your askbox for the second time today oh boy- I really hope you don't mind me requesting again aaahhhh feel free to pick and choose one if you wish, no pressure at all! 🎔 Alright, this is actually not a romantic request but general hcs for the band! I'd love to see your take on how the band would be around their fifth member that is pretty much the most shameless and open person out there. The reader's not afraid to make snarky remarks on stage and interviews, will make a fool of themselves if needed, will wander around in undies like "one of the boys" (I hate that phrase but idk how else to explain it, I have to pull out my english is my second language card). Basically a chaotic free spirit of a person! Prefferably female reader but you can make it neutral too ^^

Have a great night Lana! ♡

(Jello! I love this idea and this is sorta me in my DR also! Sorry if this took a long time to put out, enjoy and have a wonderful night!)

Chaotic And Carefree Reader

Bill Kaulitz

He is most likely surprised on how open you are

And shameless

He thinks you are just like Tom

So it's no wonder you guys have all been friends since you were kids

He is happy you find it very comfortable with him

You often steal his shorts and wander around in a bra

He's so used to it he doesn't blink twice

Will ask you sometimes if you're okay with him being around you while you're not wearing a lot

Is surprised you don't give a shit but just shrugs it off

You're like his sister that clung onto his back so he doesn't mind

He finds your behavior in interviews so funny

You just pop outta nowhere with the craziest shit

Is collapsing into your side and giggling into your shoulder at your comments

He asks a lot why you say just whatever and you responded like it was nothing

He fears a scandal and doesn't say too much in interviews so he is slightly worried when you just put everything out there

Finds it quite normal on how open you could be about anything

From relationships, too hookups, to compliment's, insults, everything and anything

He's laughing as he tells you to stop insulting people in interviews but is laughing so hard he can't breath

The type you have to double over and take a minute

His laughs go silent

You have saved his ass quite a few times by making a fool outta yourself

You don't mind though but he feels as if he owes you

So get him to pay up or steal his shit because when he owes you he will let you get away with murder

You don't fear a lot of shit and just are you and he admires that

Will let you go about your style, laugh while you snark interviewers and disrespectful fans

When he needs someone to insult someone or just to make a snarky comment he calls you on what to say

Tom Kaulitz

He's still the playful asshole he is

So as you walk around in just a bra and underwear, not giving a shit, he doesn't blink twice

He will throw a flirty comment just for the hell of it and seeing you flip him off

You guys just have a game on who can piss each other off

But he truly doesn't mind when you hang out with him just in shorts and a bra like nothing

Some people have put you two in a dating scandal and you guys laugh at it so many times while just saying you're comfortable being like that around him

He doesn't mind it, neither do you so you guys don't get the issue

But tbh you guys found it funny to trick press with a dating scandal bc they started but whatever

He often times forgets you're not his sibling

It's most of the times when you guys are beating each other up and someone breaks it up saying

"Tom, you can't hit her! She's a girl!"

He doesn't give a shit and will fight them and you just to show them just because you're a girl, does not mean you can't fight

You and Tom probably tag team the person for doubting you

Tom and you don't use the phrase "one of the boys" rarely, if ever because you're truly best friends who are comfortable

He and you are assholes when making snarky comments

You guys are just alike that people need to be careful on what they say because you can make a joke or comment out of everything

You and Tom can't stop, it physically pains you both so much

He eggs you on when you make comments on stage or in interviews

He even joins in and you both can make someone cry, not that you mean to

He legit has to beg you to get him out of a situation by making a fool of yourself

You don't care what people think and would do it for free but you just wanna see him suffer

Georg Listing

Georg does not give a shit what you wear around him

Also doesn't blink twice when you walk in exposed in barely anything

He just says hi and goes about his day

You guys make up snarky comments to add to your collection like the assholes you guys are

Arguments between you two get so back but you somehow end up being best friends again the next hour

You have a confusing, funny and asshole-y relationship

You guys are the duo to be absolutely ruthless to each other

You say what's on his mind every single time you open his mouth

Will elbow you but is secretly laughing behind his hand

Loves seeing the faces people make out of surprise at your comments

He is also egging you on so much

He just enjoys the show you put on entirely

You say everything and anything and he just shrugs and goes along with it

You could say something horrid and he's like

"Damn. Why's that kinda true though?"

You act so open, shameless and comfortable around him he also often forgets you are not his sibling, much less a guy

He finds it weird to see you act like a actual woman

"Who the fuck are you and where's (Name)?"

"It's me, Georg."

"No, it's not. (Name) dresses like a homeless person, you have more than a shirt on. Can't fool me."

Don't try him because he will actually have a whole ass wrestling match with you

You guys are throwing punches, kicking, the whole nine yards over some bullshit

Gustav Schäfer

You say what's on his mind every single day of your life

He whispers you what to say when he can't and just laughs when you do

Gives you at least a shirt to put on when you wander around in underwear

He's comfortable around you but he doesn't want some creep that sneaks around to see or get pictures of you like that

You guys make fun of people so much that Gustav and you can't help but make comments

You guys look like the kind duo but are actually ruthless

He loves that you don't care what people think about you when you say shit

He admires that and is always supporting you when you do

You're very chaktic but he's there for the ride

Doesn't hold you back from your comments and is just standing there and agreeing with you

Gets you the dirt on people to use in your insults 100%

You guys are my favorite duo I gotta say

Laughs when you make a fool outta yourself on purpose

He doesn't have you save him by making a fool out of yourself

He also doesn't care what people think

He also says comments and is shameless about speaking his mind

He has strong emotions and does not conceal them and will say whatever with you

You guys can go on a whole rant for hours about insults and the person your insulting is just staring at you guys

[bittersweetastoria]

First prompt request! How about something like Rhea x reader but Dominik keeps flirting with reader which makes Rhea over the top jealous which then ensues hardcore smut of course.

Warnings; Jealousy, Almost fight, and a bit of smut to top it off.

“Dom, Seriously. Stop.” You speak up, sighing softly as you lean against the wall to wait. All of judgement day was due out for a segment shortly, but presently it was you and Dominik standing around in the hall waiting on the other three. You were still new to the team and way too clueless, honestly it did show sometimes much to Damien and Finn’s dismays. Rhea was working with you on it though. That was why you two had gotten so close. Even closer than you’d been before hand, which you hadn’t thought possible. But even still, you two were far from where you wished to be. Rhea was very, keep at arms reach when it came to you. In your mind, it felt very.. I don’t want you, but I don’t want anyone else to have you either. That drove you mad, but honestly.. You’d rather that than have anyone else. Despite other people’s trying and advances. Most people usually didn’t do it around Rhea, because it was very obvious something was going on between you two. But there was one soul, close to both of you, who was just dumb enough to flirt where Rhea could see - and react.

Scrolling through your phone, smiling at posts from some Judgement Day fan accounts.. Even a few fan accounts of Rhea’s that you happened to grace. These people were talented.. You had to give them props for that. “Y/N, Come on. Just one movie. No harm in it.” Dom spoke up again, breaking you from your happy bubble of scrolling Instagram. You look up, to find he was now a whole lot closer and doing his best to charm you. Poor thing still couldn’t get it through his head that you were so not interested, and honestly.. Still saw him as that kid Rey and Eddie fought over when you were both young. He didn’t stand a single .001 of a chance with you, even if Rhea wasn’t the sole being you were interested in. “Dom, I am not going out with y-“ Before you could finish your words, you notice his facial expression had changed and he’d moved away suddenly. You follow his eyes, to find the rest of Judgement Day standing there. Door still open cause Finn hadn’t made it out after the other two fully yet. But that wasn’t what your eyes focused on. No. They focused on Rhea’s face. You couldn’t quite place what that expression was. Your brain shifted through ideas but nothing fit. You’d never seen that look on her face before. What you’d missed, was Damien’s arm held out to hold her back. Cause it was then, they called you guys for the Judgement Days segment.

By the time the segment was over, everyone was more than ready to head back to the dressing room and chill till Damien’s match. All but for Rhea that was. Usually she was all about the bonding time with her best friend and helping him get ready. But something was off. You could all feel it. Seemed only her best friend knew what was up, and acted accordingly. The rest of you were in the dark. “Hey guys, I’ll catch up later.” You called out to the boys, your eyes only shifting from the other females retreating figure for a moment to see Damian nod and push the other two clueless ones into the dressing room. Quickly you turned on your heel and began running after her. Took some time, but eventually you found where she’d turned the corner and ended up finding her sitting on one of black cases sitting around with her head in her hands. You wanted to reach out for her. But out of fear she may think it’s someone else and flip out, you kept your hands to yourself and crept closer. “Rhea..” You speak softly, stopping just before the box she sat upon. Your hands laced together nervously before you, as they always did when you were nervous or unsure. “Not now, y/n. Go back to the boys, I’ll be there in a minute.” Without even meaning to, your expression changed to a pout as you nodded and turned to walk away. Behind your back, you never saw her falter just because of it.

"Everything a'right?" Finn asked as you walked back in, plopping down on the couch with a heavy sigh. You simply shrugged, looking around. "Where's the other two?" You spoke up curiously, picking your phone up to start going through it again. Nothing better to do, lead to pointless scrolling. "D & D are sparing, lil warm up for Damo's match." Finn explained, grabbing his water and drinking it before turning back to the monitor watching the match currently happening out in the ring. You lost yourself in your scrolling, cause next thing you knew the boys were back. Your eyes scanned the room, expecting Rhea to be back too. She'd said a minute. But you knew better. That pull she had on you, wasn't present. That was a tell in and of itself. Licking your dry lips, you shift uncomfortably toward the arm of the couch when Dom's sweaty body dropped damn near on yours. "Oh come on." Dom started, clearly both amused and offended by your moving. "Just a little sweat, We all know you're no stranger to it." He commented, a smirk playing at his lips that screamed double meaning. You opened your mouth to say something, anything. But before you could form a single syllable, a hand was on your arm pulling you up and away from him. "ENOUGH, You hear me? Enough!" Rhea growled at her precious Dom Dom, having had enough of him flirting with her girl. Yes, Her girl. She wasn't willing to share you. That idea had you damn near giddy, both being her girl and only hers.. AHH. It was hard to contain yourself, but somehow you did.

Moving behind the taller woman at her urgency to, your wide eyes watch as Dominik stood and she walked up to him. Face to face. Pure tension. "Whats the matter, mami? Afraid I might actually steal your girl?" Before he could say another word, she shoved him back onto the couch and toward over him. That look on her face.. Wasn't a good one at all. Would she actually hurt him over you? You were actually worried she might. The other guys must've been as well, cause Damien came over between them quickly and got her away from him so Finn could usher him away to safety. "Chica abajo. Down." Damien spoke, his hands on his best friends shoulders to keep her still while they walked out. Once they were out the door, you dared to move closer to them. Into her view. Instantly, she relaxed and Damien let go of her. "A'right, I got a match to do.." He began, stepping out from between you two. Instantly, Rhea had her arm around you. You relaxed instantly, leaning into her muscular frame. "Good luck, Dami." You spoke up, Rhea squeezed you lightly - as if to remind you she was there. "Yeah, Good luck mate. Sorry bout.. that." She motioned back to the couch, look of guilt on her face. Damien laughed, shaking his head as he got his trench and put it on. "Don't worry about it.. Boy had it coming. Now claim your damn girl so we can get back to normal around here." He commented on his way out the door, shooting you both a playful wink with his signature smirk.

As he shut the door, your cheeks turned bright pink. Did he just tell you both to.. Oh god, he had! He seriously offered up the Judgement Days dressing room, for you two to have sex. My god. Turning yourself slightly, you buried your face in her chest. "Y/n?" She called your name, her hands running along your sides until they found your hips. She took hold there, pulling you back slightly until you looked up at her. "You know you're mine, right? Mine and Mine alone." Rhea spoke, that tone sent shivers down your spine. You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat preventing you from speaking. "I'd burn this whole world down for you if I had to. I thought all the guys knew that.. Maybe Damien didn't tell them, but they should've known. Dominik should've known what would happen.." She trailed off, caressing your cheek before tilting your head up so she could press a kiss to your lips. That one little kiss unlocked something in you though.. Your arms wound around her neck, pressing yourself against her as you pulled her in for another kiss, one your lips wouldn't cease until you needed air. "About time you claimed me." You quipped playfully, gazing up into her gorgeous eyes that then twinkled as she laughed. "Oh baby girl, I haven't claimed you properly yet.." She teased, her hands cupping your ass squeezed lightly before picking you up. Instinctively, Your legs wound around her waist as her lips found yours once again. She moved you both to the couch, playfully tossing you onto it - knowing you could handle it from past experiences, both in ring and life.

You giggled, trying to sit up but she pushed you back down. "Nope, Down missy." She commanded, causing you to pause instantly. Pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips teasingly, Rhea took your hands in hers and pinned them above your head as she kissed along your neck. The little noises you made, only spurred her to continue down your collarbone onto your chest where she kissed each of your breasts as she unclothed them from your gear. "So gorgeous." She commented softly, moving down your body again - kissing and nipping along your stomach then right past where you wanted her most - to kiss your thick thighs. You clenched them, causing her to correct you again. "Nah uh uh, Keep them pretty legs apart baby girl. How else will Mami get to your golden nectar?" She asked as if it was the easiest question in the world. You blushed hard, trying to hide in your hair but failing since you couldn't move it. Rhea smirked, coming up to cup your cheek and glide her thumb over the redness. "Don't hide from me. Never hide from me, okay, y/n?" She asked, her tone switched to something so sweet when she did.. It made you fall even harder for her. "I won't, I promise." You speak up, kissing her thumb when it met your lips. She leaned down, you two kissed as her free hand trailed down to your core. Where you were already wet, and it could almost be felt through your gear. Rhea smirked into the kiss, nipping at your tongue that begged for entrance as she slid your gear aside and slipped her fingers into your heated core easily.

Instantly you gasped against her lips, giving up the battle of trying to get into her mouth in an instant. Hovering over you, She watched in amazement as your face morphed from the shock to pleasure so so easily as she continued finger fucking you until you were a purring and whimpering mess beneath her. "That's my girl, look at how gorgeous you are." She encouraged, slipping her fingers out unexpectedly causing you to whine out loud. "I'm sorry lovely, but Mami needs to taste you." She explained, pulling her digits soaked in your juices to her lips and sucking on them. She hummed, closing her eyes as she enjoyed it. Admittedly, It turned you on even more to see her do it. Once she took them from her mouth, she leaned in and kissed you hard - you could feel her lips curl into a smirk right before her hand smacked your wetness causing you to jump and yelp. She laughed, kissing you once again. "Sorry baby, I couldn't resist. No more playing, I promise. So long as you promise not to hold back like you usually do.. I want this whole locker room to know who you belong to. Understood? No more misunderstandings." You nodded, your cheeks heating again at the idea of the whole locker room hearing you scream for her.. Hearing you cum for your Mami. But god, it was so hot too.. "Mami?" You speak up softly, your hand playing with her shirt now that you had your hands free. "Yes baby girl?" She answered, leaning in to kiss your neck. "Make me scream." With that said, she laughed as she pulled back and all too happily slid in between your legs. Her hands parting your thighs, as her head found home right where the ache screamed for her.

Didn't take long at all, before you were screaming for her over and over again as you came - hard. By the time you came around from your high, your eyes peeked open to find her digging in some bag on the floor. Trying to even your breathing, you kneed her playfully. "Am I claimed now, mami?" You asked playfully, sitting up slightly just to untug your hair from under you where it was now pulling. You'd probably sat on it when you arched. "Not quite yet baby girl. You will be after this though.." Rhea trailed off, in her hand was a strap she'd tapped to her chin. It was big.. But the idea of her actually fucking you? Had you ready to go all over again. "Strip, Now." She demanded, helping you up as she wondered out of the room. You peeled your soiled gear off, playfully tossing it where she vanished to. Shaking your hair out, you bit your lip and stood there waiting since she hadn't given more instructions. When she came back, she was strapped in with just her briefs on under the strap and her sports bra on - which you pouted about instantly. "Mami, That's not fair. You get my titties, I should get yours." She laughed, pulling your face to hers to kiss you before turning and sitting on the couch. "Go on then, take it off. Then come ride Mami. It's high time I claim my girl the proper way.. Show her what it'll really be like from here on out." You smirk happily walking over, fingers digging under the fabric before pulling it up and over her head.

Rhea shook her head, her hair messy from before fell into her eyes now as she gazed up at you. You couldn't help but to gaze back, stroking her cheeks once you dropped her bra to the floor by your feet. "Should we do this? The guys.." You stammered out, wanting her so bad still but you didn't want the guys walking in. "I texted them, they're not allowed back until I say so." She butted in just to ease your worries, her hands sliding to your ass and pulling you to her as she kneaded the flesh of your ass. Without another word, you happily moved to her lap and sunk onto the strap she'd already lubed up. Once it was fully swallowed up by your cunt, she playfully bucked up into you causing you to scream slightly from surprise. You slapped her chest once you could breathe, which unlocked something in her.. Cause next thing you knew, you were on your back again and she was fucking you quicker by the moment as the squish sounds filled the room with each thrust proving you were ready for her. "M-Mami!" You screamed, your hands clutching her ass - digging under her briefs to her skin, surely leaving marks as your legs locked around her. She picked you up after another thrust, pressing you against the wall hard before bucking up into you even harder than before. Her lips ravaging the skin of your neck and shoulders as she did. You'll be marked in so many ways.. You clung tighter to her entirely at the sheer thought.

That all too familiar coil in your stomach was tight, oh so tight. You knew you wouldn't hold out much longer, but by god you were enjoying this. If this was what being her girl, officially, was like - you were even sadder than you had been that it took so long to get here. Cause oh my god, this was out of this world amazing. Biting your shoulder, Rhea grunted as you moaned. "God baby.. I'm.." Your lips curled knowing what she was trying to say, clenching your thighs around her tighter your pussy hugged the strap tighter with each time it pushed in making it's exit harder. Nails biting into the flesh of the dark haired womans shoulders, you pressed your chest hard against hers. "Yes, Mami.. Oh! Yes!! Yes!!" You moaned as she rammed you into the wall over and over, your words sparing her on more and more. Your breasts, slapping into hers with each thrust into your tight little core. "That's it, cum for mami baby girl." She cooed in your ear, ramming extra hard once more - sending you right over the edge of ecstasy. "MAMI! FUCK!" You screamed as you fell over the edge, your whole body locking onto hers as you rode out the wave of your orgasm. Rhea held you tightly the whole time, strap buried in your sensitive cunt even still as your breathing evened out and you slowly let go. She still held you, almost protectively. Ever so slowly, pulling out of your wet cunt with a pop. That you blushed at, and she chuckled before kissing you. "Now," She began, tilting your head towards hers with one hand while the other arm easily held you up. "You've officially been claimed. You're all mine." You couldn't help the tiny squeal you let out, as your lips crashed into hers.

[s0lam33y]

into you repost!

You stare back at the paper in front of you, suppressing a gulp when you look at the equations.You watch Riri scribble at the speed of light, somehow making it to the end of the paper before everyone else does. As she always does, She gets out of her seat and hands the paper over to your shocked professor. She’s smart as shit and everyone knows it, guys talk shit because she’s so humble about it, girls talk shit because they’re jealous. But you’ve always wondered how in the ever-living fuck, she always turns shit in so fast. She doesn’t show up to class everyday and somehow is the first to turn her shit in.

Lately, you’ve had so much difficulty focusing on class, so much so that you don’t even know what fucking unit this is.

You rest your head in your palm as Riri sits back next to you, she says nothing as always. She’s always scowling at someone or silently glaring. You’ve never heard her speak a word, ever. You never see her at parties or community events. She doesn’t have a group that she hangs out with and if she does, you’ve never seen em.

You look at the jumble of words in front of you, racking your brain and praying that an answer comes up in your head. You feel something graze your thigh and you slowly look down to see a dimmed phone screen with a list of the answers to this exam. You look at Riri just to see her totally unfazed, leaned back and her eyes low so she doesn’t create any suspicion. She momentarily looks at you and then back at the phone.

When you got your grade back, you saw a 100. The first 100 of the semester.

…

Riri’s last time seeing you was in class 2 days ago, she hasn’t been coming to class since. You expected it but it still sucks. The two of you never speak at all but you’ve been meaning to thank her for her help. Your grade boosted up from a C minus to a C. It isn’t much but now you don’t need to be worried about failing.

You flip on your stomach in your dorm room, having been here for hours. It’s a weekend and you have no classes so you’ve spent the entire morning, cleaning up and chilling. Your roommate is on her side of the room, laying beneath the covers and scrolling through her phone.

“Yo, Kiyah,” You mutter, receiving only part of her attention as she continues to scroll on her phone.

“Mhm?”

“You know Riri Williams?” You question as she turns her phone off and fluffs up her pillow.

“Nah,” She replies while laying comfortably, her eyes on you as she expects some sort of drama or entertainment.

“Short, straightbacks, wears sweats most of the time, track team, she don’t be here often,” You describe and her eyes light up.

“Yeah, yeah, She seems like a real bitch but she’s fine as hell, why? You got a lil crush on her or sum?”

You roll your eyes at her antics. There’s no way you have a crush on someone you just met.

“Nah, Kiyah, She in my class, I was just wondering who she is, that’s all,” You say.

“She’s real smart, I heard she the top student in here, I ain’t neva talked to her,”

Of course, she’s the top student. The information is vague, not enough for you.

“You know where her dorm is?”

You get no answer and you realize that Kiyah’s fallen asleep. Looks like you’ll have to do some work and try to find her yourself.

…

You walk into your differential equations class just to find the person you were looking for. She’s leaned back in her seat, dressed in black nike tech from head to toe. Her hair isn’t in her signature straight backs, instead a slicked back bun to showcase her pretty face.

You take your seat next to her, offering a small smile.

“Thanks for the other day,” You thank her. Her face doesn’t budge all she does is nod it off. Your curiosity is going to kill you. Before you can ask your question, a student above the both of you speaks.

“Riri, Think you could do my next assignment for me?” The student says, grinning as he does. She ignores him, acting like he’s not there but damn, he’s persistent.

“I mean, You could definitely tutor me, My grade is-”

“Ion give a fuck ‘bout your grade, a’ight? Study your shit,” She snaps, her voice low so she doesn’t bring attention but it’s enough for him to shut up and lean back in your seat. It takes you by surprise, she was so willing to help you but he just got an earful. It’s the first time you hear Riri Williams speak and for now it’s the last time once your professor begins to lecture.

…

Students pour from every which way from class and into the hallway. You wait for Riri by the door and once she walks out, you call her name.

“Riri,” You say, gauging her reaction as she turns around. She still got that stone face.

“I was wondering if you wanted to hang out, There’s a football game soon, It’s jersey night, theme,” You trail. She stuffs her hands into the pockets of her sweats.

“Sure,” Is all she says. You want to ask her for details, will she meet you there? Did she want to maybe hang out before? How will she find you in the crowd. But you don’t want to push your luck so you take her answer and leave.

…

Everyone’s voices overlap in the crowd as MIT scores once again. Kiyah was next to you seconds ago but you’ve lost her. You can see the game well as you’re close to the front. Your legs are sore from standing up for so long, it’s all hot and muggy. Your laid edges are long gone. The game started 10 minutes ago and still no Riri. You look to the side in search of your purse only to see Riri next to you.

She’s only in a Chicago Bulls Jersey and loose fitting jeans.

“Hey,” You greet her, noticing the two cups in her hand. Her eyes glide over our outfit which is just a white tee and some shorts.

“How you gon’ invite me to a jerseys themed game and not wear a jersey?” She asks and for the first time you see a small smirk on her face. She slides you the drink, it’s just water and you appreciate it because of the heat.

“I didn’t have shit in my wardrobe!” You laugh while she stares ahead to watch the game. Her glossed lips stain the plastic cup and the words out of her glossed lips make your mind go blank.

“Coulda borrowed one of mine.”

[thelampisaflashlight]

The ghouls, but I reveal how I actually headcanon them personality wise. Below the cut.

Aether: Plays at being timid/submissive, but uses it to provoke bigger/wilder responses, because he likes seeing people go absolutely bonkers when he flips the switch and goes ham himself.

He enjoys instigating things and then letting the other person take over, because it’s that much more entertaining when he starts taking control again.

It’s like a cat showing its belly.

You were never in control of the situation.

An absolute nightmare when paired up with Swiss during trips to bars, because neither of them are playing around with the macho meathead bullshit.

Dewdrop: Fairly subdued overall, but he’s easily stirred up/teased into doing some crazy ass shit.

Definitely loves chaos and all it brings, though he’s not opposed to the idea of softness and a quiet day to himself.

More of a “Just because I’m alone doesn’t mean I’m lonely.” type which often gets misread as him being aloof/cold for not always enjoying having company.

The friend who gives you a heartfelt pep talk, but calls you a little bitch (affectionate) at the end of it.

Side hug kinda guy.

Multi/Swiss: Buys fancy mixed drinks with his dinner and enjoys them without joking about it in that, “Aw, couldn’t they have given it to me in a different glass?” kind of way.

Not afraid to be vibrant and colorful in the way he acts or speaks, and encourages his friends to do the same and appreciate the good things in life without feeling a need to hide it.

Will make people argue in circles for hours if they try to give him a hard time.

“Yes, but if that were true, this-” 

He’s quite proud of it.

Rain: He’s a sweetheart, and genuinely quite sweet, but he will also do the weirdest shit knowing no one will believe it was him who did it. 

Never anything malicious though.

Unless you count biting.

Because I feel like Rain is the biter here, not any worse than Dewdrop, but he’s the type who waits until he sees an opening that will maximize reactions with minimal effort.

In short; “I would very much like to make you scream.”

Mountain: The guy who keeps you safe at a metal show by standing behind you the whole time like an ominous obelisk of a man. 

Resting bitch face to the max until he’s leaning down and asking if you’re gonna finish the rest of your donut and let’s out a slow, “Yoooo...” when you let him have it.

I cannot emphasize enough the slowness of the yo.

Would let you sleep in his bed... without him in it.

Teamed up with Rain, you are 1000% in for the weirdest adventures, and you’ll never be able to recreate the experience with anyone else.

Cumulus: An absolute sweetie, who could probably bench every member of the band with ease.

She’s the person who asks if she can try picking you up, and then proceeds to do so both emotionally and physically.

Lifts Cirrus all the time because she can.

Shows affection through hugs, kisses, and headbutts.

Mildly concussed?

Good.

Cirrus: Confident in who she is, and straightforward with how she thinks and feels, although she can often be a bit too blunt.

Joins Aether and Swiss in getting rude people to talk themselves into a corner in the best/worst way possible.

Has “You’re in her DMs, but I’m living in her head rent free.” energy and she knows it.

Sunshine: Gives off a playful and innocent air, but with an edge that indicates that that’s definitely not always the case.

Doesn’t play games when it comes to the safety of herself or her friends, and can go from joking around to deadly serious at the drop of a hat.

I don’t know why, but I can see her getting into a bar fight alongside the others if they saw someone being a dickhead, and would wear any bruises she gets from it as a badge of honor.

Has a solid punch, but you really have to look out for her legs, because she kicks like a horse and will knock your ass across the room.

[mr-payjay]

analysis of oj's thought process in this scene for funsies (quick warning for suitcase being put down and seen as inferior by another but it's not character neg)

why is oj being a massive fucking bitch? 🤔 Let's analyze.

so, obviously oj is living off a power trip in this episode. interesting implications about his actual power as a hotel owner. actually, at the beginning of the episode, we can see that he is NOT RESPECTED. salt lies about cleaning up, pepper demands him where the towels are (and he smugly lets her enter the DEATH TRAP DOOR? implying a familiar but negative relationship), and in general oj (and paper sort of but that's not relevant) seems to be the only caretaker while the rest of the residents are more like customers. though it seems they are *meant* to help out (such as salt being supposed to clean).

anyway. once oj gets the temporary host role for inanimate insanity, he immediately gets excited. we transition to the scene outside the hotel and he even does a little twirl! oj starts to read off the paper mephone uses (which oj has happily vandalized with drawings of himself and a snarky little message, this points to his general disdain towards mephone) and is trying to go Smoothly through with it. once the teams start fighting, he doesn't even try to figure out who's telling the truth, preferring instead to eliminate a random person. he REALLY likes to be efficient with his time, huh? that's talked about more in the next paragraph, but in this one i'll say a bit about his hatred for inanimate insanity. for the whole episode, he is uncaring of the show's rules, guidelines, structures, etc. he eliminates someone at random, he makes the contestants clean the hotel NOT as a challenge then flips a coin to determine the loser (only after they question him), he makes them sing for no reason other than to be entertained, he zips through every step as fast as possible. he does not care at all about ii, despite being so eager to host it. why? because hosting it means he gets to boss around a group of people (and he can make them clean his hotel! something he really needs help with!!), he gets to take mephone's place and mess with his stuff and disrespect his show, and generally he gets to sort of... take out some of his lasting frustrations surrounding ii. i don't think ANY of the season one cast is fond of inanimate insanity (and especially not of mephone), even if it brought them together (also not always a good thing). oj certainly isn't.

once he picks suitcase, he starts by calling her "whats-your-face" (thank you for noticing mari), then a few seconds later calls her by her actual name. thissss is so interesting to me. he KNOWS her name, apparently. but he called her a mean name first. this can either imply that he forgot, that he's just being a jerk for the hell of it, or both. i think it's both. a mix of his obsession with productivity and his need to be superior motivates this. he wants to get the elimination over with as quickly as possible, so quickly that he doesn't even bother to remember her name right away, because he's SO efficient that he just simply Doesn't have time for these things (in his mind). so it makes him feel both superior to her (disrespecting her), makes him feel good about himself (he feels like he's just being Productive and Time Efficient and part of that is that he has "no time" to do anything else but work). basically, he DID forget her name for like, a singular second, he just didn't bother to wait a moment or correct himself instead of calling her something else.

and for telling suitcase she's ruining the show? let's bring it back to ii1. oj insults people whenever he feels like it. he's pretty mean, and he's worse when he's stressed. he insults people particularly for being "useless" (such as to bomb), and is quick to fight back against anyone who challenges him. a pushover like suitcase is easy to demean. and it makes him respect her even less when she's being so meek! oj thinks his snappishness is justified by the fact he's, once more, simply being time efficient ("we've got a busy schedule!"), and that she is just wasting his time. i said earlier that oj doesnt respect inanimate insanity. so why does he accuse her of ruining the show if he doesn't care about it? well, because this is *his* episode. his time to be the host. even if he disregards the usual way things run, he's still going to get upset if something conflicts with *his* plans. he wants to get this over with and get them to clean his hotel, not much else (again, he's still enjoying being in a position of authority, he just likes to be nonchalant about how Superior and Powerful he is now). if someone's interrupting that, he's going to assert himself. oj always fights back against anyone who challenges him, and suitcase is too much of a doormat to stop him from shutting her down.

now for oj telling her to step back. this part is petty. he's irritated but also kind of. happy about being irritated. "what," you say? well, see, suitcase is genuinely trying to follow his directions. she just doesn't know how *much* to step back, obviously. so oj keeps shooing her a little bit at a time until she's finally offscreen, and you can tell he's a little bit annoyed by it. but this is part of the power & superiority once more! he gets to boss around someone "inferior to him" who is just soooo stupid that she doesn't even know where to go. and oj has to shoo her over and over because she's just not getting it (since he is sooo very much smarter than her and she is just completely incapable of following OBVIOUS directions.) but it's okay she is simply a Minor inconvenience (in his head) that he has dealt with now. also note that he could've just pointed to where she had to go. does this paragraph make sense? he likes being able to tell others what to do and have them do it, so even if she's kind of annoying him by not completely understanding the instructions, he still gets to assert his authority quite a bit.

this analysis is particularly focused on the scene in the video but i do bring up some other parts of the episode to support it.

[kawawababy]

over our love

{oliver wood x reader}

Oliver was standing outside the changing rooms with his teammates after just giving one of his long speeches about teamwork and victory and all the hard work they’ve done blah blah blah… At least that what it sounded like to most of his teammates. Particularly his fellow 7th years, having to hear his long-winded speeches more than anyone else on the team. After so many, they all start to sound the same.

Though his fellow Gryffindors get it. If they win this quidditch game, they’re in the finals for the cup. Which has been Oliver’s dream since he got on the team. Slytherin has won the cup seven years in a row, and he is determined to break that streak. They’re playing against Ravenclaw today. Not necessarily a hard opponent but it wouldn’t be too easy either. They have good chasers, and Ravenclaw’s seeker, Cho Chang, is a more graceful flyer than most.

The players were just talking amongst themselves waiting for the call to head into the pitch. Oliver was standing outside seeming to be waiting for something as his eyes looked off to the side every now and then. Oliver and his girlfriend have a routine before every one of his games since they started dating. Y/N would greet him right outside the quidditch changing rooms, just right before they were to go on to wish him well and to give him a good luck kiss. But the girl was nowhere to be found.

“It’s almost time.” He thought. His anxiety growing more and more by the second. He needed to see her. He needed to feel her presence to put him at ease.

So, what if he’s playing against her house? That shouldn’t matter right? There’s no way she wouldn’t show up for him. She’s going to show up.

She has to.

After what seemed like a millionth time looking over, he finally spotted someone wearing blue and silver robes walking towards him. Oliver let out a sigh of relief. Worry leaving his body replaced with a kind of excitement and love that just makes your stomach flip. Oliver sees his beautiful girlfriend smile and wave at him as he heads towards her, meeting her halfway.

“You were cutting it a bit close there leannan” he said as his arms wrapped around your waist while yours automatically went around his shoulders, fingers intertwining behind his neck. His term of endearment, though you hear it quite often, doesn’t fail to give you butterflies.

“I’m sorry my love but I had to secure my seats at the Ravenclaw section with Pen” You answered with a small pout that you knew Oliver couldn’t resist. He studied your face just for a quick second before awarding you with his smile.

“That’s alright. You’re here now.” He assured, leaning down to get his long awaited good luck kiss. It all would’ve been perfect had you not leaned away from him as his lips was just about to touch yours. He pulled back and you almost laughed at the shock and confusion written all over his face. He couldn’t believe you just deprived him of his kiss. His kiss he’s been waiting all day for. The audacity.

“You seriously didn’t think you were going to get a good luck kiss from me today, do you?” You asked. Your boyfriend didn’t say anything but just looked at you like your question was the dumbest question he has ever heard.

“Ollie, you’re playing against my house.” You explained. “Why would I want to wish you good luck?”

“Leannan, please don’t do this to me.” He whined.

“I’m sorry Ollie but I want you to lose.” You shrugged, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Oliver’s mouth opened wide in shock along with his eyes. He couldn’t believe you just said that.

“I can’t believe you just said that.” He let out. “How could you say that to your own boyfriend? The love of your life?”

“I can say it because the love of my life is trying to beat my house’s chance of getting the quidditch cup.”

“Are you seriously putting our houses over our love?” he asked, feigning hurt.

“Are YOU ready to put our love over our houses?”

Silence.

Damn.

You got him. You got him good.

“Leannan, pleeeaase don’t do this to me.” He whined again causing you to laugh at last resort attempt to win you over.

“You're really not going to give me my kiss?” Oliver asked again, wanting to be really sure.

Your fingers rubbed the nape of his neck providing little comfort as you shook your head no. He groaned placing his forehead on yours.

He looked at you again and asked, “well if you’re not here to wish me good luck, then why are you here?”

“Well.. I know who my boyfriend is. Just wanted to remind him to be safe and to please try to not get himself hurt.” She answered, playfulness out of her eyes, now filled with worry.

“That’s very sweet of you. I’m sure he’ll appreciate that.” He said, giving you a reassuring smile.

“I’m serious Oliver.” His government name coming out of your mouth. “I know how you get. I want you to be able to achieve your dream, but it’s not worth it if you’re in the hospital wing as a result.”

Sensing the seriousness and worry on your tone, he conceded.

“Okay. Okay. I promise to be safe and to not get too injured.” He said, kissing your nose for extra assurance.

“Thank you.”

You both turn your head toward the Pitch as Lee started his announcements.

“You better go.” You told him, pushing him lightly away from you. “Go out there and suck.”

Instead of being offended he just gave you a smirk and started walking backwards towards his teammates.

“Last chance to give me my kiss angel.”

You glared at him playfully while shaking your head.

“I hope you lose.” You said in a sing song voice, finally turning around and walking away before you break your urges and actually give him his kiss. Instead of pretending to be offended, he just laughed to himself amazed at how competitive you truly are, even if you’re not on the quidditch team.

“Alright ladies, lads, and pals.” He turned around facing his quidditch team. “We have a game to win.” He flashed them with cocky smile and his team knew that he was in the Ollie Zone. A term you created when nothing can get in between Oliver and his victory.

The team walked into the tunnel leading out into the pitch, standing in their designated spots waiting for the door to open so they could fly out and greet the audience. Harry, overhearing the last seconds of the conversation between you and Oliver, couldn’t help but ask...

“Did I hear your girlfriend tell you ‘I hope you lose.’?”

Oliver looked at Harry smiling at him.

“My girl is very competitive Potter.” He explained, taking his broom, and putting it between his legs. Harry followed. “One of the many things I love about her.” Oliver concluded proudly.

Before Harry could question it even further, Lee announced Gryffindor’s entrance and the door opened letting Oliver fly out into the pitch with his teammates right behind him. As Oliver flies around the pitch going over the student sections, he slows down towards Ravenclaw finding his girlfriend right at the front row sending her a wink. She playfully sticks her tongue out him and he lets out a laugh flying over to his position infront of the goalpost. Oliver is determined to win this game. Especially now as payback because his girlfriend didn’t give him his good luck kiss.

You don’t ever want to mess with his kiss.

Never.

[soccerwag]

You are an introvert female Barca player. One day you forget your art work at Barca training grounds and Gavi picks it up. He looks through the pages and see a drawing of him. He than finds the name and questions around who the person is. When Pedri tells him, he decide to go look for her until it is told she left already. He then gets her address from a female Barca player, goes to her house to which the hosue keeper let’s him in and tells her she’s in her art room area. He sees her painting and dancing to bad bunny and gavi just watches and smiles as he admires all the artwork she has (some have Barca drawings with the males and female team)… you may end it how you like.

Im excited to do this one, there were others before this one but I want to write about someone new🫶🏼 I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Sorry if there are some mistakes, English isn’t my first language

You are art to me

Pairing: Gavi x Fem Reader

Summary: you had left some art work back at the training grounds. Gavi stumbles across your sketch book as he was leaving and found himself intrigued, as he was looking through it he saw a drawing of him which intrigued him to go on a hunt for the artist.

Warnings: kissing? If you consider that a warning, nothing else besides fluff.

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You had been at Barca for a few months now. You had gotten transferred because Barca adored your football skills. They weren’t the only skills you had though. You really enjoyed doing art, you enjoyed capturing things you found beautiful in the form of drawings and paintings. You had to admit, ever since you transferred to Barca you found yourself drawing players. How could you not? There were so many beautiful people who played there and they just caught your attention. One in particular caught your eye the most.

Pablo Gavira.

You weren’t much younger than him, maybe like 4 or 5 months. You first saw him when you went to support the men’s team play against Real Madrid. You always enjoyed watching the men play. I mean of course you enjoyed the women’s too but the men got in fights more frequently and a part of you found it entertaining. You had saw him walk out with the team for pre match training. He was wearing the home kit and he had the number 30 plastered on his back. You knew who he was but you’ve never seen him in person before and man did he look majestic.

That game was the game you drew your first drawing of him. It was a drawing of his smiling after the win against Real Madrid. He was adorable but you’d never admit that out loud. He had tons of girls roaring for him and you didn’t want to me caught up in social media drama.

Fast forward to now. You had went home for the day to finish your artwork. You knew something was missing but didn’t bother pondering over it because it must’ve not been important enough to remember to take with you.

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Gavi was headed off the pitch when something caught his eye. A notebook? A sketchbook? He didn’t quite know what it was till he got closer. It was left on one of the bleachers. As he approached it he concluded it was a sketchbook. He knew he shouldn’t be nosey but his curiosity got the best of him. He grabbed the sketchbook and took it with him to the locker room.

As gavi sat down on a chair he pulled out the sketchbook again. When he opened it he was already amazed. There were drawings upon drawings of players and camp nou. He was impressed to say the least. he kept flipping through the pages, taking in every detail the pencil had created until he stumbled across one picture.

A picture of him.

He was flattered but confused while also impressed. Whoever the artist was really showed off her skills for drawing. She got every detail of him. He looked around for a name. Any hint to who may have drawn it. He finally found a name at the back of the sketchbook

“Y/n Y/l”

He said to himself.

He didn’t know who you were, you were new so not many people did along with the fact you were very introverted. He decided to go ask Pedri, Pedri knew everyone from the women’s team to the men’s.

Gavi shut the book and headed back out to the field. He looked over the field and spotted pedri. Gavi then began to jog in his direction calling out for him.

“Hey hermano!” Gavi yelled towards pedri.

Pedri looked at gavi with a questionable look.

“What’s up? Is something wrong?” Pedri asked gavi, confused as to why he came back out onto the field.

“Yeah everything’s ok I just wanted to know if y/n y/l rang a bell to you.” Gavi explained.

“Yeah she’s apart of the women’s Barca team, she hasn’t been here long but she’s really popular around the world and she’s your age, why?” He explained before asking.

“Oh no reason anyways do you think she might still be here? She left something behind and I thought I’d might as well give it back.” He explained, hoping Pedri would have an answer like he always does.

“I don’t know, go check or ask alexia or someone, they’d probably have a better idea.” He told gavi.

Gavi nodded before going to find one of your teammates. He in fact did find alexia but as soon as she said you left already a frown covered Gavi’s face.

“Here let me give you her address.” Alexia said before writing it on a piece of paper.

Gavi mentally praised her for the help before heading over to your house. When he has arrived he was shocked by how big your house was. You don’t post it over social media because you don’t like the thought of people know what your house looks like in the odds some weirdo would find it. Gavi swallowed a little hard before walking up and knocking on the door. When nobody answered the first time he knocked one more time. This time a woman answered.

“Hello sir how may I help you?” The slightly elder woman asked.

“Hey is y/n home? She left something at the training grounds and I wanted to return it to her.” He said with a friendly smile across his face.

“Ahh yes, she’s in her art room, go straight down the hall then to the left.” She smiled back before letting him in.

When gavi entered he was astonished by how pretty and clean your house was. You had marble flooring that was shiny and lots of artwork covering the once bare walls. He lingered a little bit admiring your house before reaching the doorway of your art room. He heard music. Bad bunny? He thought to himself.

He opened the door and peaked in. You were to engulfed in your art and dancing that you didn’t even hear the door open. He saw you there, dancing in a pair of pajama shorts and a baggy shirt that was covered in paint. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He even giggled a little when you started pretending the paintbrush was a microphone as you sang the lyrics into it.

He leans against the doorframe, admiring you. This was the first time he’s ever even saw you and he knew, you were the most gorgeous girl he’s laid his eyes on. Minuets passed and you heard shuffling between your song change, you turned around and shrieked. You didn’t expect Pablo Gavira to be standing in your house, let alone the doorway to your art room.

“Sorry if I scared you hermosa.” He said to you with a big grin.

You stood in front of the painting you were working on. It was of him and it embarrassed you to think about the fact he probably already saw it.

“Uhh…n..no it’s ok, um how did you get in here and why?” I asked, mentally cursing myself for stuttering at the presence of a man.

“A woman let me in, I came to return this.” He said, handing out my sketchbook to me.

Fuck I hope he didn’t go through that.

“You drew a really nice photo of me, it was impressive.” He complimented me.

Fuck.

“Wow nosey much.” I responded jokingly.

“Thank you though, I knew I forgot something but didn’t bother to check what.” I told him with a thankful tone.

“Of course. What are you painting now?” He asked trying to peak over you too see.

I quickly stood even closer to it to block his view.

“Nothing…” I said with a shaky voice.

I don’t want him knowing I have like an obsession with making art of him.

He walked closer to me causing me to back up with every step he takes closer to me. He grabbed me by my waist shocking me to the point I didn’t even comprehend that he managed to move me away from the painting.

“Woah.” He said as he admired the painting of him.

“I swear I’m not some umm weirdo it’s just you’re really appealing to make art of.” I said trying to find an excuse as to why I’ve been doing so much art of him.

He turned in my direction, our faces super close now.

“No it’s ok I find it really cool if I’m being honest.” He told me. I could feel his hot breath fanning my lips.

His eyes flickered to my lips that were slightly parted then back to my eyes.

“This may sound weird but can I kiss you?” He asked me. I was in utter shock. I just starred at him before I subconsciously nodded my head. With the confirmation I felt his lips, the lips I’ve been painting and drawing since the day I first saw him play, the lips I thought about almost every night, the lips I pondered wether or not would be soft or dry, on my lips. It felt like heaven, it didn’t feel real.

I kissed him back, my arms snaking around his neck as his pulled me closer to him by my waist. We kissed for what felt like weeks until we pulled away to catch our breaths.

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, we just met and I think I’m already hooked. You’re beautiful…” he told me.

“You’re like art to me.” He said starring into my eyes. I starred right back into his and told him one last thing before kissing him again.

“You are art to me”

[fandom-alley]

You're So Gorgeous | Part 1 - Dating Apps

Summary: Penelope and Emily sign Spencer up for a dating app without him knowing. Spencer was not anticipating to meet someone he was interested in so fast. Category: Friendship, fluff Pairing: Spencer Reid/OFC also Spencer & Friends Warnings: Small amount of BAU case mention Word Count: 2.5K Part Two AO3

“Ugh.” Spencer threw his new cellphone onto his desk in frustration. “Why is this thing so complicated? What ever happened to a simple button? The whole thing is a screen.”

“What’s going on, boy wonder?” Penelope asked, having heard his cries of frustration while walking through the bullpen. 

“I can’t figure out how to use this phone.” He replied, pointing to the offending device laying uselessly on a stack of case files.

“Is that the new iPhone?” She asked, eyeing up the sparkling silver phone. She made her way closer to his desk to pick it up and examine it. Flipping it back and forth in her hands as if it was a piece of rare history.

“Yes. The seller told me they no longer support the technology of my old one and I was forced to upgrade. But I can’t even figure out where all my contacts are.” He complained.

Spencer wasn’t one for big advancements in technology. Despite how fast computers were compared to twenty years ago, nothing was a match for how fast he could read through a physical book. Plus, the way the weight of a book felt in his hands, the way the pages slipped through his fingers, was unmatched. No computer could ever give him that feeling.

“What’s this about a new phone?” Emily said as she joined them at his desk.

“Boy wonder got the new iPhone but even with his IQ of 187 he can’t figure out how to use it.” Penelope quipped.

“Well, there’s no one better to teach you then Miss Penelope Garcia here.” Emily said with a clap to Penelope's shoulder.

“Exactly! You’ll need your contacts transferred over from your last SIM card, that’s why you can’t find them. And probably a few apps downloaded as well.” She glanced up at Spencer as she rambled and noticed the dread written on his face. “Tell you what, how about I take your phone for a while and do all that stuff for you, and when it’s lunch time I’ll show you how to use it.” She offered.

“Please and thank you. I’ll buy you lunch.” Spencer pleaded, giving her the puppy dog eyes.

“Consider it a date! See ya soon, my pretty.” She said, and with a flourish made her way back to her office with Emily hot on her heels.

Spencer didn’t even consider for one moment that the pair would do anything else with his phone besides set it up.

He went back to working on his case files, with the old reliable stack of papers. Scratching blue ink onto page after page as he wrote down the events that went unfolded on their last case. In no time he was finished up, then grabbed some off of Morgans desk, who’s stack of papers was starting to pile so high it was at risk of toppling over.

By the time lunch rolled around, Spencer was so hungry that he didn’t even question the mischievous looks on Penelope and Emily’s faces as the trio made their way into the popular cafe downtown for food. The smell of brewing coffee and fresh baked bread greeted them as they walked through the doors. Spencer took a deep inhale, never able to get over how delicious it smelt in there.

As promised, he ordered and paid for Penelopes lunch, and did the same for Emily as well. He figured she helped with the phone stuff since she had disappeared into Garcia’s office with her and wasn’t seen for the rest of the morning. And if she hadn’t, well, then Spencer was being nice and treating his good friend to a delicious meal.

The cafe was a popular choice with the BAU team. Not only for lunch, but for breakfast and coffees as well. They were open nearly 24/7, serving the freshest coffee all the time, so of course it was the number one pick for a quick place to go. 

With the orders placed, Spencer joined the girls who had taken a seat at a window table. He sat beside Penelope, who wasted no time pulling out his new phone from her purse, sliding closer to him so they could both view the screen. Emily leaned over the table to try to get a better view, but eventually sat back in her seat and drank her coffee when she couldn’t quite see the screen.

“Alright, so this is where you find your contact list, and this is where you’ll go to quickly see previous messages. This is your email, so you can easily check it while out on a case.” explained Penelope. She had him tapping all the apps and widgets, getting him familiar with the navigation on his new device. 

She was still coaching him through everything when their food was delivered to the table, so Spencer sat the phone down next to his plate so he could eat. 

A ding came from the phone as he was chewing on his turkey sandwich, drawing his attention to the top of the screen that was flashing with a notification.

“Jessica thinks you’re cute.” He murmured, reading the message out loud.  “Who the heck is Jessica?” 

Spencer looked up to his friends, turning his head back and forth to look between them, waiting for one of them to reply. Emily made herself busy rearranging her burger, pretending they didn’t place the toppings on it correctly. And Penelope tried her best to keep staring out the window, trying to be engrossed it the people walking past. But it didn’t take her long to give in to Spencer’s stares. 

“Okay fine. We signed you up for a dating app.” She blabbed.

“Penelope! I thought we would at least be able to finish our meals before you broke.” Emily complained. 

“Why did you sign me up for a dating app?” Spencer scrunched up his eyebrows in confusion. 

“Well, obviously to get you out dating.” Said Penelope. She tapped on the phone screen to open the app as she talked. “See, look. Here’s your handsome face as your profile picture, and this is a quick blurb about you to gather more interest, even though they probably don’t need it after seeing your stunning face.”

  Spencer zeroed in on the red numbers at the top of his profile. “What do these numbers mean?” He asked her.

“Oh that! 99+ people are interested in you. For the sake of the basic app’s capacity, they don’t show numbers above 99 unless you pay the premium price. And this number, 75, is how many people you’ve already matched with.” 

“What? Already? I’ve been on the app for three minutes.” He was shocked.

“Well, we might have taken the liberty to swipe yes on a number of eligible ladies before we came to lunch.” Penelope said sheepishly. 

“How did you know I would even be interested in them?”

“We didn’t. But that’s kind of the point with dating apps. You just swipe yes on as many people as you feel like, wait until one of them matches with you, and then start a conversation and hope for the best.” Emily said with a shrug.

“This is ridiculous.” Spencer reached for the phone, shaking his head and wanting to exit out of the app. 

“Just give it a try!” Emily grabbed the phone before he could get to it. She tapped around for a few seconds, just out of Spencers grasp as he tried to reach for it by leaning across the table. “Here, she looks nice. I said ‘hi’ for you.”

Emily slid the phone back to Spencer. Hesitantly, he picked it back up and looked at the screen. Her picture was, he had to admit, very beautiful. 

It was a candid shot, possibly from a recent vacation, with a white sand beach and blue water behind her. She had long and luscious wavy hair, longer than he’d ever seen on a woman before. But then again, he was used to working with his BAU girls, who, apart from Penelope, usually kept their hair on the shorter shoulder length side for job convenience. 

This girls smile was radiant. Whoever had taken the photo must have said something really entertaining to get her to smile so wide, crinkling the corners of her eyes. Spencer was entranced. He scanned the rest of her profile with a quick glance. She only had a few words in her description blurb. 

Over achiever who loves to read and hike.

“How come she doesn’t have a last name?” Spencer asked when he realized at the top of her profile it just read, Avianna - 31.

“For privacy reasons they don’t let you, and leave it up to the people talking wether or not they want to disclose anything more personal.” Penelope explained. 

As Spencer was eyeing up her picture again, the phone lit up with a new notification that led with her name.

“I think she replied to your message, Emily.” He said. He clicked on it, which brought him to their chat. He tilted his head a little to side in contemplation at the sight of her message, a little bit confused on how the dating app worked, since he was now looking at a skill testing math equation. “Do you normally have to answer a math equation to continue on with a conversation?”

Emily burst out laughing, almost spitting her coffee out onto the table. “Excuse me?” She asked between breaths.

Wordlessly, Spencer slid the phone over to Emily, who just started to laugh more. 

“Let me see that.” Penelope grabbed the phone from the table and quickly read over the chat. “Oh, that’s hilarious. Spencer, you have to go for it.”

“I don’t understand.”

“She’s testing you. Or more likely every guy who messages her. Asking a question right off the bat will give her information on if the guy is worth the hassle on getting to know. Usually it’s something more along the line of ‘are you married?’ Or, ‘are you an axe murderer?’ A math question is new.” She chuckled. 

He also wasn’t sure why she would ask him a math equation over something more related to dating, but he respected it. Whatever worked for her, and if he answered correctly maybe he would find out the reason.

He typed out his answer quickly, showing his work process like he was always taught in school, before giving the final answer.

"How did you get that answer so fast?” Emily asked.

“It’s an SAT question.” Stated Spencer.

“Do you think she’s a teacher?”

“I guess the only way to find out is to ask her.”

Spencer didn’t receive a reply right away. So the three of them finished up their meals and went back into work. About an hour later, the quiet morning was over and they were called into the round table room to discuss a case. The second body of an older male was found, right here in Virginia, and the local PD were asking for help figuring out the unsub’s MO. 

The meeting was quick and to the point, thanks to Garcia’s fantastic as always presentation of evidence. Hotch assigned Spencer and Derek to go to the morgue, so the two boys got into the SUV. Derek drove there swiftly, in the hopes that they might be able to solve this one by nightfall. 

About halfway there Spencer’s phone dinged again in his pocket. His stomach tingled in nervous anticipation for Avianna’s reply. 

Wow, consider me impressed. I was not expecting a real answer. But I’ve got to be honest, I’m glad, because if that’s what you actually look like in your picture, you are gorgeous. 

Spencer felt the blood rush to his cheeks as he read her reply. Somewhat unsure how to proceed, having never done this before, he typed out a message back to her.

Spencer - Thank you. If your picture is to be believed as well, you are very beautiful. Avianna- I’m blushing Spencer- Honestly, me too. And my partner is starting to look as me weird. Avianna- Wait. Partner? Are you already seeing someone? Please don’t tell me you’re married. Spencer- Sorry, no, I meant my work partner. I’m single. Avianna- Phew, you had me worried there for a second. But you’re working! Don’t let me keep you. I should probably get to work as well. Message me later and we can keep chatting? Get to know each other a little bit. Spencer- I would love that. Good luck with work. Avianna- You as well!

“What’s got you smiling so big over there?” Derek asked from the drivers seat.

Spencer wasn’t sure if he should tell the man. He didn’t know much about Avianna yet. Didn’t even know what she did for work. Their conversation was quick and didn’t reveal any personal information about either of them. But then again, Penelope had set this up. The BAU’s biggest gossip. So if he didn’t tell Derek, he would know by tonight anyways. 

“A girl.” Spencer said simply.

Derek swerved the car as he looked over at Spencer in shock. He had to grab the handle to keep from bumping into the door as Derek straightened out the wheel. 

“What?” Derek asked loudly. Spencer chewed on his lip as he contemplated how much he was going to tell his friend, before deciding he should just spill it all.

“Her name is Avianna, and I’ve met her on a dating app that Penelope and Emily signed me up for at lunch time. We’ve had one conversation, just now, and I don’t even know her last name yet.”

“Wow. So you’ve known her online for like, two hours, and she’s already got you smitten.” 

“One hour, forty minutes and seven seconds.” Spencer corrected.

“Once again. Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“What makes her so special already?” Asked Derek as he turned down a one way street, getting closer to the morgue.

“It’s hard to say. I’ve never used a dating app before. I’ve never even used a cellphone that much, if I’m honest. But, there’s something that just seems so genuine with her already. I mean, before she even answered my ‘hi’ she was asking me a math equation. And then once I answered, she said she was glad I did because she finds me gorgeous.” Spencer told his friend.

“What about her? Is she pretty?” Derek asked. 

“Beautiful.” Replied Spencer. At the next red light he showed Derek her profile picture on his phone.

“My man!” Derek said with a clap on the shoulder.

“She told me to message her again when I was done work. So, let’s hurry up and get there to solve this thing so I’m not sending that message at two in the morning.” 

“On it, pretty boy.” Derek said with a laugh, and he pressed the gas peddle a little harder. “You know, the girls are going to freak out that you’ve been talking to her and they don’t know it yet.”

“Oh I know. But they signed me up for this without my knowledge. So they can wait a little longer before they know she messaged me back.” Spencer stared out the window at the passing buildings, a smile blooming on his face. It was a rare moment that he would rather be texting on his phone than rereading case files, but he couldn’t stop thinking about what to say next.

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[woso-fan13]

NO. 10 POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS

Taser 

Your team was ahead, 3-0. You had scored 2 of those goals, off of beautiful assists from Rose and Sam. Your defense had just had a perfect save when you heard your teammates shouting at you. When you turn around to see what they had been frantically gesturing to a man on the field. He’s running towards you, yelling. 

Fight or flight takes over, but you choose the third option: freeze. It’s like your feet have rooted themselves to the ground, refusing to move no matter how much you will them to. The man gets closer and your feet finally listen to your brain and start moving, but it is far too late. He tackles you roughly from behind, bringing you to the ground. The two of you lay tangled in a mess of limbs as he tries to flip you over. Before he can get too far, a horrifying jolt of electricity goes through your body. Excruciating pain covers your whole body. But finally, the weight is pulled off of you. 

By the time your mind is clear enough to make sense of your surroundings, your teammates are surrounding you. Christen and Alex, your fellow forwards from this game are crouched beside you, getting as close to you as they can without touching you. After getting confirmation from the medics that they wouldn’t get shocked if they touched you and that you weren’t injured in a way that would be aggravated by them moving you, the two work to pull you into a sitting position. You are barely upright before you go toppling forward, luckily falling into Christen. She pulls you closer to her body, allowing you to lean against her. 

“What the hell was that?” You manage to ask. 

Alex looks at the people around you, then back at you, “he managed to get onto the pitch somehow. When security went to stop him, you ended up getting tased.”

“How- how did he get a taser in here? Is there no security at the entrances?”

Alex looks around again, begging someone else to answer. When no one volunteers, she again speaks, “he didn’t have a taser. Security did. You two were so tangled up that they got the wrong person. And managed to hit you with enough electricity to bring down a very strong, very angry, very large man.”

“Alex?” You ask. 

She hums in response. 

“It really really hurts,” you say, beginning to tear up from the pain now that the adrenaline has worn off. 

You feel Christen hug you closer from behind while you see Alex give you a sympathetic smile. 

“I’m so sorry baby, should we get you back to the treatment room and get some help?”

“I’ll go, but you have the game,” you sniffle, not wanting to admit that you really did want someone there to hold your hand.

A face appears behind Alex and you tense up only to relax when you see Tobin, “the game‘s canceled short-stack. Too much of a security risk to keep going. Now, how about we help you to the back?”

You nod, looking up at her with your best puppy dog eyes. She needed to remember that you were, quite literally, shocked, and couldn’t walk back by yourself. She huffs good naturedly as she bends down to grab you. She grunts as she picks you up, making exaggerated noises to hopefully make you smile. 

“Either I’m getting old or you are getting too big to be carried. Any ideas what it might be?”

You giggle, “you’re getting old Toby, everybody knows that.”

You know you must look really rough when she lets you get away with calling her Toby and calling her old. Her only response is a raised eyebrow as she continues walking. Luckily, Christen comes to her defense, lightly tugging your ponytail from where she was walking besides you. 

—-

Later that night, you cause a massive ruckus as you force some roommate changes. You had been roomed with Becky, who had flipped on the news while she was getting ready for bed. While she was in the bathroom, a clip from the game showed everything that happened. When she came out of the bathroom, you were panicking on the bed, back in the moment. She didn’t know what to do so she picked you up, walking quickly down the hall. She pounds on a door, which is quickly opened by a very confused and half asleep Allie. Becky drops you into her arms with a message to pass you off to Alex before going back to her own room. After Alex has managed to calm you down, you insist on having a massive sleepover with all of the players. You don’t want to sleep without knowing they are safe. 

So you manage to fall asleep, one of seven in a bed clearly meant for two people, maximum. But everyone was together, everyone was safe, and no one had a taser. 

[thorniest-rose]

i dont know if this is already an idea but cheerleader steve!!! i cant decide if i prefer defensive steve repressing the soft side of himself, firing off at eddie and his friends when they make fun of him for doing such a “girly sport” and saying things like “i get to hold girls and look up their skirts all day! you wish you were me!” when he knows he looks bc he wishes to be the one in the skirt, holding the girls’ waists thinking abt someone holding his waist like that!!! OR!!!! proud bimbo airhead steve that makes the school give him one of the skirts, sauntering down the school hallways with his hips swaying, the skirt riding up his rear giving a delicious little tease to the boys walking behind him. blushing when eddie calls him a pretty baby, giving a smug little grin before wrapping his lips around a lollipop and strutting away, knowing eddie his absolutely checking out his ass

oh I love this!!! I love when Steve is written as a cheerleader in fic or when you see him in fan art as one. Like maybe he wants to do more gymnastics and cheerleading is a great way of doing that? And maybe secretly he likes the attention, likes feeling pretty in the uniform, and moving his body in a way that combines athletics with dance? Maybe too he gets to wear shorts showing off his legs because that would be super cute. And of course Eddie, despite despising all sports and the alpha male showboating of their basketball team, still sneaks into every game, watching Steve from the sidelines, doing his flips and using him pom poms. LET STEVE HAVE POM POMS. And I think within canon it would definitely be the first scenario you mentioned. Like Steve would have alllll these excuses for why he's on the cheerleading team, that it helps him get closer to all the babes and the hot girls, that he's being smart about it. But secretly he likes being in touch with his softer, more feminine side. Wishes he could be the one with the skirt and the long hair.

Steve would be the only boy on the cheerleading team too and the girls would all LOVE him, but they don't have crushes on him, they just think he's really sweet and one of them. And they love putting lipgloss and mascara on him before games, all of them moaning about how much prettier he is than them. And afterwards they all go out to celebrate and get milkshakes when the team win a game, with Robin in tow too because she's Steve's best friend, though she gets sooo shy around all the pretty girls. And that's when one of the girls mentions to Steve that she's seen Eddie Munson at every single one of their games since Steve joined the cheer squad, and that he has eyes for Steve only. And Steve's like "Eddie Munson the drug dealer? I've never even talked to him, why would he come to watch me?" And all the girls look at each other, brows raised knowingly, and one of them's like, "Usually when a boy comes to watch one of us, Stevie, it means he has a crush" and Steve's like "huh???? No way, a guy would never have a crush on me..." and they're all outraged, throwing their fries at him like, "HAVE YOU EVER LOOKED IN A MIRROR??"

But then imagine too, like in your second scenario, if Steve decided to wear a skirt one day, maybe to raise money for a charity drive or something, so he wears one of the girl's uniforms for a game, as he's not that much bigger than them anyway. The crowd goes wild for it and everyone in Hawkins attends (even Hopper dhdhdhs) and Eddie of course is there, still watching from the sidelines, eyes trained on Steve and nothing else, watching the way Steve's ass looks in the tiny pleated skirt, how he can see the underside of his cheeks when he twirls around. Then afterwards, when Steve's hanging outside the high school with the girls, Eddie walks past and he's like, "you looked really pretty tonight, Harrington," and Steve, playing it cool, just replies, "Eat your heart out, Munson" and turns back to the girls, trying not to giggle as they all look at Eddie and tell him to get lose before they sic Chief Hopper on him for peeping.

[sophiasmommy23-blog]

How I fell in love

with The Walking Dead, Bethyl and Team Delusional. No one asked. Lol but I wanted to share! Back in 2014 I had heard of TWD but had never seen an episode, had no idea of the plot or who the characters were, all I assumed that it was a "scary" TV show and that was it. So in July I was flipping through the channels and ran across the dead, white and blue marathon. I was working but yea I could do my job and watch TV with no interruptions from my then 1 yo. The very first episode I laid my eyes on was Still. Can you believe that? The first random episode I found was my now favorite Still!! I had no idea of any background stories, I didn't even know their names at the time. All I seen was 2 young people running around an apocalypse with zombies who had major chemistry. It felt like a normal date night in the country. Finding an old abandoned house in the woods, drinking moonshine, someone getting too drunk and wanting to fight or argue, sitting on the porch and the crickets in the back ground. Sounds like a normal night in the south especially for a young couple. Hell, the first time my husband told me he loved me was when he was drunk on homemade moonshine and I live in NC but that's a different story. I kept watching these two characters and thinking they are going to at least make out! Really thinking they were going to go back into that cabin and (insert smut) however we all know they didn't. They did burn it down which again is a typical thing to do in the south burn something or have a big bon fire. I never once felt that there was some crazy age difference. I had no idea of their ages. After watching that episode I watched the next few and quickly realized that TWD was not all about scary zombies. I was in love and obsessed. I went and bought every season which was 4 at the time. By October I was completely caught up and so excited to find out what happened to beth and wanted the Bethyl reunion! I had not shipped a tv couple so hard since Spike and Buffy in high school!! Then Coda happened and I was so effected. I felt like I was actually mouring someone real not just a fictional character on a TV show. I cried myself to sleep. Now mind you at the time I was a 20 something year old women with a family and for days I was actually overcome with grief! Then it hit me. The whole thing did not feel right. The way she was shot and the angle of the gun. The way the music played at the end. I began to search on the internet because in my mind I really thought this has to be a fake out death and maybe someone else thought so or there was a spoiler of some sort to prove she was alive. That's when I found tumblr. I didn't know what that was before either. I found team delusional. Some of the people I followed are gone now but what everyone was saying and fact there were missing scenes that they filmed all made sense to me. I continued to watch the TWD until around season 7 or 8 then I lost interest. I never stopped following TD to see what they had to say, hoping eventually TWD would bring beth back. I never stopped reading all the bethyl ff. I did start back the main show to finish the last 2 seasons. Then of course the DD spin off. I notice the parallels on the DD show because the earlier seasons are my favorite and I have rewatched so many times. The parallels i see are of the end of season 4 and the beginning of season 5. All of the big beth episodes. I do believe that we are closer now than we have been to seeing her again! I think currently the writers want the GA to believe that Daryls happy ending will be with either Isabelle or Carol, however I think they are writing the story to seem like that, so it will be an even bigger surprise when Beth returns. ❤️

[monpetitchattriste]

If the shared dream in Jubilation was the sign Adrien need to purse Marinette

Then it almost was a sign for Marinette to purse Chat

I always found it slightly off how quickly the love square flipped this season but when you really look at the aftermath of the dream it makes sense.

Ladybug has once again shut down the idea of her and Chat being a couple. Adrien is already seeing Marinette in this new light. So he is like well this isn't going to happen between me and and Ladybug so let me see what the things I am feeling towards Marinette are.

Meanwhile for Ladybug this dreams was kinda an eye opener. Yes she denies it in the epsiode but you can see that she is smiling when thinking about. The dreams showed her that maybe her ans Chat could be good together. Nothing bad happened in this dream except her realizing it was a dream. So of course she is like maybe I do like Chat that way.

And what happened 2 epsiodes later in Determination? Yep the both realize these feelings

Then starts the downfall

They both actively try and purse these new found feelings but they don't do it in the correct way. Aka Elation

In Elation we see that they both try and get with each other by using their "masks". Ladybug is using herself as Marinette to get with Chat. While Adrien is using Chat to get with Marinette.

They aren't being honest with each other and that's why it can't work between them.

And they both realize it in that episode.

Marinette realized that being with Chat isn't what's best at the moment. Chat had become her Adrien. She doesn't think clearly when she let's herself love him in a romantically sense it leads to bad things. Which is why in kwamis choice she is so heartbroken. She fully believes that she can't love anyone because when she does bad things happen. (Strikeback, elation, Deserion (with kim)).

Adrien on the other hand its a little different. He has accepted that him and Ladybug will just be friends and nothing more. But he just learned that Marinette once was in love with him and he failed to noticed that. But he also knows that she is interested in Chat. So for him it's a little bit easier he just has to make his feelings know to Marinette. The only problem is Marinette at the current moment doesn't believe in love.

So when they give up the Miraculous this weight they have been carrying around has been lifted.

(I do think it was internally a hard choice for them but at that moment they just need love and they weren't getting that from being ladybug and Chat noir. They had failed at being them( losing the Miraculous and more). So why not let someone else do a better job)

Adrien and Marinette both are free now from this so why not purse each other!

Sure they are forced to be Ladybug and Chat again but they have also realized that they are loved at this point. So it makes being them a little easier.

And then we get to see adrienette being adrienette and helping and supporting each other outside the mask. Which makes them a strong super hero team in my opinion.

This is just me analyzing this season. Idk if I really made a point here or not. It's more of me sharing my thoughts

[skylarmoon71]

Miguel O' Hara (Across the Spider-Verse)- AU Crossover

Most nights were fairly easy.

Given the fact that you have the strength of ten men, it makes apprehending criminals simple. That’s why when this particular criminal showed up wearing a similar suit you were ready.

You expected him to cave after a punch, but he caught your arm and flipped you onto your back with intent to pin you down. That didn’t work out very well because your legs wrapped around his neck and he was now struggling to get free.

One harsh punch to the gut and he staggered back. You were on your feet in record time, the both of you huffing. If he hadn’t been so massive maybe the blow would have been more effective. 

His frame was that of a titan. 

Broad shoulders, big arms. You had every intention of running in and attacking while he was still recovering. From his bent position, he had the same idea, but the second you both got close the ringing in your head is what stops you. Your head tilts as you squint, and he lets out a similar groan of discomfort.

You finally stood upright, shock evident.

“You’re like me..” You mutter. He seemed to come to the same conclusion.

“I thought I was the only one..” His gruff tone responded.

You weren’t sure what to make of that. Now it sort of made sense. Maybe instead of trying to pummel him you should have talked it over when you saw the spider patterned suit that was somewhat similar to your own.

You weren’t sure what the next step was to take, but it’s clear he isn’t a bad guy. If that was the case your senses would be going haywire. So rather than fight, you hold out a hand.

“Do you want to team up? I think we can do more if we work together.”

“Not interested. I work solo.”

He turns and you can feel a frown rising on your face.

“Come on, you’re spiderman, I’m spiderwoman, this must be fate.”

“I don’t believe in faith. “ He held out his wrist, a stream of web hitting a nearby building.

“Stay out of my way kid.”

He jumped off the building and you were fuming.

“KID!! I’M A GROWN WOMAN YOU OLD FART!!”

He didn’t sound that much older than you, just arrogant.

“Jackass.”

The following day you walk into work a bit agitated. It’s one thing assuming you were alone, but seeing someone else out there with your abilities just made you think of how much more people were just like you waiting to be discovered.

“(Y/N)!!”

Garcia’s peppy voice rang from the hallway and you grin when she came speed walking in your direction.

“You’ll never guess what. There’s a new tech guy and he’s smoking hot! Not as hot as my chocolate thunder of course but a close second.” Her little squeal drew in Morgan JJ and Spencer.

“He looks a bit scary.” Reid commented.

“I think he’s just the tough love type, like Hotch. They sort of have the same scowl.” JJ makes a face and you smile. Hotch comes walking through the door and there’s a very tall man behind him. You have to physically stop yourself from laughing out loud because their expressions almost mirror each other.

Hotch stops when he’s in front of all of you.

“This is the team. In the event that Garcia is ever away or on leave, you’ll be covering for her. This is Miguel O’ Hara, he just joined us from the force located in New York.”

He nods, but his facial expression hasn’t changed. Garcia is the first one to shake his hands, winking suggestively. The rest of them go one by one. No doubt making their own assessments on his character. When it’s your turn, you step forward with your hand out. He means to shake it but before you make contact the ring at your temple goes off. Miguel squints. The throb at the side of his head you realize is very similar to yours. You both stare at each other in surprise.

“You..”

It’s said simultaneously.

They all exchange a look and you take a step back clearing your throat. So does he.

“I have to use the bathroom.” You both say in unison. You both go pacing off in different directions and Garcia tilts her head.

“That was really weird right, it wasn’t just my imagination.”

Morgan laughs.

“Maybe it was a one night stand.” He suggests.

“That would be terrible.” JJ adds.

Hotch breaks up the little session, ushering them all to the table as they wait for you to return to get started on the case.

You find yourself running circles in the bathroom as you try to make sense of it. Passing a hand through your hair, when you’re finally exiting, your head lifts, meeting the chocolate gaze of the man who has your brain in disarray.

“We need to talk.” Miguel speaks.

“That’s an understatement.”

You guide him to a more private area. Checking left and right of the lunch room, you turn back to him.

“Are you following me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, chica.”

His little spanish drawl really shouldn’t sound so good.

“I didn’t know you work here either.”

From his tone it’s obvious he isn’t pleased. There’s nothing either of you can really do. If he were to transfer out it would definitely raise some red flags.

“Why did you leave New York?”

His jaw is set. You aren’t certain if it’s from the question or the fact that he knows your occupation, so lying to him isn’t wise.

“I was trying to get away from my night job.”

“Obviously that didn’t work.”

He still looks irritated.

“Stay on your side and I’ll stay on mine.” He’s about to walk away, but you grab his arm.

“Wait.”

You sigh heavily, looking down.

“Listen, I know you don’t like this. I’m sorry about last night. I should have talked to you before I attacked. I can tell that this situation isn’t ideal for you, but I really do think we can do the most good by working together.” Your eyes are somewhat pleading. His body is still set in an almost defensive position and his shoulders finally slump.

“Fine. But don’t get in my way. I’m not going to be babysitting.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

From that point on, you formed sort of a pack. He couldn’t say that he really anticipated it. His day job was pretty mellow compared to your own. On the nights that he was patrolling the streets on his own, he felt his thoughts stray.

The days that he did see you, there was a light air about you. Each patrol you both did together you just seemed so carefree, unburdened. You were lively and bright. The very opposite of him. He couldn’t truly understand how you could emit so much happiness dealing with what you saw on a daily basis.

“YEAH!!”

Your shout echoed over the building as you jumped to another. Miguel was following behind, not as energetic.

“We’re here to do a job, not play around. Stay focused.”

“Could you stop being such a drill sergeant. It’s just a patrol and crime has been pretty low lately thanks to me.”

Even under the mask he can tell that you’re wearing a childish grin. You land, feet sticking to a small statue ahead as you turn upside down.

“I told you I wasn’t going to be babysitting.”

“It feels like I'm the one babysitting. Yesterday you almost got snagged by those cops.”

“I was distracted.” He grumbles.

“Mhmm, yet you keep lecturing me. It seems you're the one who needs to be focused big guy.” He hisses at you in a cat like manner and you giggle.

“Calm down blue panther, I’m just teasing.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Spider kitten?”

“Stop it.”

“Captain Meow Meow.”

“BE QUIET!!”

Oh how you loved to push his buttons. He really emitted old man energy. His stoic demeanor didn’t help either.

“Word of advice, angry bird, you might want to start being nicer to people. If you keep glaring at everyone around they’re going to think you're some kind of serial killer. I work with profilers so the less attention you draw to yourself the better. Stop leering at everyone all the time.”

“I’m not leering, this is my face.”

Of course you think he’s pulling your leg, but his expression stays neutral. You burst in a fit of laughter and he turns in the opposite direction.

“I’m leaving.”

“N-No wait..wait..I’m sorry!”

You try to get out between your soft giggles. He jumps right off the ledge and you follow along.

Clearly it would take some time, but you have a feeling that he’ll begin to open up.

One particular night he lands on a building. It’s sort of become your designated spot to meet up. You weren’t wearing your mask, the wind just blowing through your tresses as you stared at the lights. When he took a seat at your side, you sent him a smile.

“Hey.”

Your tone was soft, and it's’ when he finally looks directly at you he sees the pain you try to cover with a smile.

“No smart quips today.” He asks.

You shake your head.

“Not today.”

That’s all you say.

He doesn’t like this. He’s the one who’s supposed to be brooding and secretive. He’s gotten used to your smile. You give your head a little shake, sliding on your mask.

“Let’s get to it.”

You move to rise to your feet, but he places a hand on your shoulder and you halt.

“Yo te cubro.”

You’re not certain what he just said, but it does offer a sense of comfort. His tone alone was an invitation to lean on him with your problem. This time when you smile, it’s genuine. Even if he can’t see it.

“You know I don’t speak Spanish right.” You tease. He just looks at you blankly for a moment, but then he pulls his hand away.

“Adios.”

“W-Wait I’m just pulling your leg, come back!!”

It’s obvious to him that your antics would never truly stop.

Despite your very different personalities, Miguel has to admit that it’s nice having someone who’s not only aware of his secret, but really understands what he deals with. He’d lectured himself to be self reliant. It was second nature. Regardless of how much he put up the lone wolf act, you were relentlessly by his side.

In the more dangerous cases, you advised him that it would be better if you both tackled it together. He knew it was reckless to go against you on this mission. But you’d been gone for the last week with the team and he felt like once you returned you would need the rest. He could deal with criminals in the time being.

Except these weren’t any old criminals. When he saw the automatic guns it should have been a dead give away. That night started with an onslaught of gunshots and ended with explosions.

“You spider freak!!”

The insult yelled at him doubled with the multiple bullets that he narrowly missed was an incentive to wrap this whole thing up. He’d taken down the two men in record time. That warning throb at the back of his head alerted him that trouble was imminent and he turned just in time to catch a glimpse of the countdown from what he could only assume was a bomb stuck to the far end of that room.

“Mierda.”

It would seem that he wasn’t the only one trying to take out this crime boss. He grabbed the two unconscious bodies, sprinting for the window just as the beeping rang in the background. The explosion sent him flying out the window, the edge of flames just barely catching the back of his suit. He grunted at the shards that rammed into his back. He’d skated down the side of the adjacent building just in time to hear the cop cars ringing in the distance. Dropping the men, he pinned them up on the wall with his webs as he took off in the sky.

The trip back home was a rough one. He was a little less ecstatic that his apartment was at the very top of the building. It felt so convenient at the time, given his abilities. He basically throws himself into his window, grunting at the burns and scratches on his body. It would heal in under a week. That didn’t mean it would hurt any less. For a moment he just sat there. He was too worn out to move, and the cuts and bruises were starting to make his body go numb. It took him a moment to realize that there was a thicker piece of glass wedged in his arm and it was bleeding more profusely than the others.

He heard shuffling on the roof, and his head turned at the sound. When he saw your upside down form, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Are you really sleeping? There's like a massive explosion downtown at rivers avenue. I got back in about twenty minutes ago and there were cops everywhere. I was lucky to make it here without getting jumped.”

You casually jumped through the window. When you were fully inside, it seems you finally took the state of his battered form.

“Miguel..”

He could spot the worry in your voice and you basically ripped your mask off as you dropped to his form.

“Where’s your first aid kit?” He intended to resist, but he saw your stern expression and decided against it.”

“Lower bathroom cabinet.” 

You ventured over immediately, and he finally removed his own mask, turning his body in clear discomfort. You came back with the red kit, opening it and grabbing the rubbing alcohol and pieces of gauze.

“I’m fine, you don’t have to play doctor.”

“Shut up.”

He was stunned at the reply. You looked more than pissed.

“I told you to wait for me and you still went on ahead and tried to take down an entire crime organization on your own."

You slipped on some latex gloves and cleaned your hand with the alcohol. Your eyes moved to the bigger shard and you removed it. Miguel gritted his teeth at the sting when you poured the liquid onto the wound. But he stayed as still as he could. You cleaned and dressed the wound as you moved on to the others.

For about twenty minutes, you tended to him. He was almost afraid to speak with how heatedly you were glaring at each injury you cleaned and wrapped. When it was finally over, you slipped the gloves off next to the many pieces of bloody gauze you’d discarded.

“The burns are starting to heal which is great. You should feel much better in the morning. Don’t get any of those bandages wet.”

“Gracias.”

You didn’t respond to his thanks, heading for the window. He expected you to say something, anything, but you just left and he leaned against the bed with a grumble.

The days that followed, he realized that you were giving him the silent treatment. His wounds healed in the span of two days, so he was out and about, but you never joined. Outside of work, he didn’t see you at all. Three days turned into a week. A week turned into two weeks.

It became apparent that you were avoiding him, because any chance he tried to grab at a conversation you would take off in the opposite direction. It didn’t help that your job had you gone for days at a time. Even when he’d stopped by your apartment, your windows were locked and your lights would be off.

He didn’t realize how much it pissed him off not to be close to you anymore.

When he caught another agent shamelessly flirting with you in the bullpen, that was the breaking point. His large form shadowed over the man who visibly tensed.

“I need to speak with her.”

Nothing else was said. He fled so fast you could practically see the dust. Your glare trained in Miguel’s direction. It’s clear that he wouldn’t leave until you both talked and his presence was starting to draw the attention of your team. You nudged your head and he followed you down the hall. You stepped into an empty interrogation room.

“Is there a reason you’re intimidating other agents?”

“Are you going to continue running from me?”

“I don't know what you mean. You insisted that you wanted to ride solo, so I gave you what you wanted. You obviously don’t trust me so I think it’s better this way. “

“Of course I trust you.”

“I didn’t realize you became a comedian while I was away. I don’t have time for this, I need to get back.”

You turn to leave. The second he reaches to halt you, you fire a punch, one that he catches with ease. His brows are knitted in frustration, quite similar to yours.

“Why the hell are you so angry!!”

“BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT YOU!!”

It’s hard to hide his shock. You pull back your hand, heaving out another displeased groan.

“You have no idea how hard it was for me to see you there burned and bleeding out on the floor. My mind kept going to the worse case scenarios of that night. It was horrible. I begged you not to go and you promised me you wouldn’t but you still did. A part of me hates you…I hate you for making me feel that way..”

He feels like a complete idiot. He’s taken for granted that he no longer has to do it all on his own. He’s not used to people caring or worrying about him. He understands his mistake. Looking at you it’s obvious that it’s been eating you up inside.

“Lo siento cariño.”

From the flush of your cheeks, it’s clear that you understood that statement. He takes a step, a dangerous little smirk growing on his lips.

“Porque tan tímida.”

You shake your head furiously.

“N-No, that’s not going to work on me!! you think you could use your suave little tone and I’ll just forgive you! Not happening!!”

Your heated face says otherwise. He backs you up and when you catch sight of his fangs that peeks out when he licks his lips, you visibly swallow.

“M-Miguel w-we’re at work y-you can’t-”

The minute his large palm rests delicately on your cheek, you’ve forgotten what you planned to say.

“I don’t see the problem.”

Suddenly you miss brooding Miguel because this side of him is too much for your heart. His hand moves lower, and when he catches your bottom lip with his thumb, you feel as though you’ll implode on the spot.

“¿Quieres que te bese..”

His sultry tone is a sin in itself, and you find yourself nodding at his words.

“P-Please Miguel..”

You’re practically begging.

“Curse you duolingo!!”

If you hadn’t decided to brush up on your Spanish, his seductive words would not be having such a strong effect right now.

There’s a bit of a smirk on those delicious lips and he finally gives you exactly what you want. His hands secure around your waist, and he lifts you off the ground as your lips collide in an act of desperation. 

You hum at how perfect his lips feel against your own as if this is where they were always meant to be. His dark locks tickle your forehead and you find your hands sliding through the mass of brown tresses. The moment your tongue slips past his lips, they briefly brush his fangs. It’s strangely arousing. His tongue meets your own and you just hold on tighter.

“Miguel..”

He has you dazed with just a kiss. One of his hands has ventured lower. He gives you a soft squeeze and you moan.

Miguel is the one that draws back, he wants to take in your hazy expression.

“Am I forgiven?”

“Yeah, sure...”

You aren’t really certain what you just agreed to. All you can think about is kissing him again. Which he’s happily obliged to.