#and then i couldn't sleep because i was in such an elevated mood. so happy. so comfortable. haven't felt this way in literal years maybe???

[reidmania]

let the grass grow | spencer reid

summary; you love spencer too let him stay while your world falls apart at your own hands.

warnings; hurt x comfort w no comfort, exes, angst w no happy ending, self depricating thoughts, insecurities, self sabotaging, avoidant attachment reader, fem reader, early seasons spencer, mentions of not eating, scars but never says whats from, arguments, but u guys love each other. its just sad tbh. 1.7k words

an; this is purely for my own sake and i wanted to make it a comfort but i genuinely couldn't bc this is a very real and relevant issue that no comfort seems to comfort so.. enjoy the pain?? song is let the grass grow by ruel, my man my man.

‘so I'll leave before you go, ‘cause there's no tears when it's my fault this self-sabotage, all of our other scars don't compare. take the river to the sea, drown myself, so I don't sink, find my peace there, underneath the hurricane, break a promise, so I can leave, burn a forest so i can sleep. lay my head stone and let the grass grow over me’

You could feel eyes on you everywhere, constantly throughout the entirety of the day. Even though deep down you knew no one was really staring at you the amount you built it up to in your mind. Constant judgement and quiet questioning from the gaze of your co-workers made your stomach fill with an overwhelming sense of sickness, it made you want to crawl into a hole and remain there in a foetal position for the rest of the time life offered you.

Quiet whispers of worry bounced around the building from your co-workers to one another, each one who had asked if you were okay throughout the day – multiple times, every to which you’d reply with a nod of your head and a forced smile on your lips that left indents on your cheeks, when your eyes remained the same distant and sullen that caused their worry in the first place.

It wasn’t until you were leaving the building you heard the same question after a whisper of your  name, but from Spencer.

Your head turned towards him faster than you meant it to, you swore any faster and you would’ve ended the day with not only a worse mood than you woke up in but also whiplash. Your eyes met his and you wished they didn’t. The care is held and balanced evenly in his eyes, causing a slither in the walls you had built up around yourself and everything that fell below surface level.

“Are you okay?” His eyes studied your face as if he would find any hint of truth in your expression since he knew better than to believe the lie that fell from your lips. Spencer Reid wasn’t an idiot, anyone and everyone was painfully aware of that, you were painfully aware of that. He hadn’t asked the question the same amount everyone else did, he hadn’t even talked to you today until now.

You nodded in response, casting your eyes away from his and back to the elevator you wished would hurry up. Two weeks, it had been two weeks since you broke up with Spencer, it had been two weeks of Spencer everyday asking you why, and it had been two weeks of you being unable to provide an answer that seemed good enough for him. Nothing you said seemed to help him understand why you would break off something that was going so well, that made you both evidently happy, everyone could see it, everyone watched you both pine after one another for years.

“Talk to me” He begged for what felt like – and probably was, the hundredth time.

Your head shook, because what were you supposed to say? What did he want you to say? You didn’t know and for you that meant you were better off not saying anything, maybe because the truth you fought to keep away from the open air seemed so pathetic and embarrassing it was better left unsaid. He was asking you to show him the deepest and worst parts of you and you were refusing and he just wouldn’t let it go.

“I don’t have anything to say” You replied, the same response as every other time he asked. It wasn’t enough, not for Spencer because he knew it wasn’t true.

He frowned, and it broke your heart. 

“I just want to understand,” He pleaded with you, reaching out for your hand. You pulled it away, what you were doing was mean, you knew that, it was unfair and mean to both him and yourself. Depriving you both of what you both wanted and yearned for so deeply all because you constantly felt like the world was closing in on you and things fell apart under your touch, it was just mean – but you weren’t cruel enough to allow Spencer the touch of your hand to pull it back all over again.

“I wish you would” You mumbled out, muffled enough you could convince yourself he didn’t hear even though you knew he did. You didn’t intend to be mean with your words, you wished he understood that you were physically incapable of what he was asking from you, it wasn’t something you could bring yourself to do.

The elevator dinged and the door opened and you were thanking the world, until Spencer got on next to you and now you were left in a confined space with the one person who seemed to break through the box of self deprecation you would bury yourself into, time and time again. You didn’t want him there, you didn’t want him in your space, in your mind and in the middle of your emotions that took you down day in and day out. 

You wanted him, that wasn’t something you tried to hide, just something you deprived yourself of because you didn’t want him to want you, you didn’t even want you. The fact someone else could, someone like Spencer, was overwhelming in a number of ways and it only furthered the insecurity that consumed you.

“I’m here, I know there’s more than what you’re letting on.” He said, you wanted to appreciate his effort of reassurance but it didn’t help. You loved Spencer, and you were now certain he was the sweetest person to ever exist. How could you allow yourself to indulge in something so sweet and so pure when you deemed yourself the opposite. You fell apart and buried yourself in your own issues, you spent days lying in the darkness of your bedroom body starved and scarred, you’d mull over every mistake you ever made and everything in your life that should have belonged to someone more deserving.

You didn’t answer him, so he spoke again. “I have been and I'm going to be here until you’re ready to talk about it” his voice was gentle and dripping with reassurance you wish you could accept because his words were suppose to be reassuring but they left a bad taste in your mouth and just made your heart clench tighter in your chest to the point you thought it might’ve stopped beating.

“I didn’t ask you to do that.” You said, not turning your head to face him but you were sure enough that they best portrayed what you were feeling, too much.

He let out a breath, a sigh of a sort and shook his head as he spoke, “I never said you did, I don’t mind waiting for you–”

There it was.

“I don’t want you to do that.” You snapped slightly, guilt instantly infested your gut but you couldn’t help it. You didn’t need him to wait around for this feeling to go away because it never did, your entire life, it never had and you didn’t imagine that changing. “I don’t want you to wait for me, Spencer. I don’t want you to just wait around for something that’s never going to happen, this won’t change. I made my decision” you huffed out the most you had said to him since that night you ended things which consisted of a teary eyed argument.

He dragged his hands through his hair as he tried to figure out what to say, then the elevator came to a stop and you were moving off it quicker than his brain could process and then he was following you and he was reaching out for your hand, even though he knew better by now. “You said you loved me, you said that while you were breaking up with me. You said you loved me and that you were sorry, you couldn’t do it anymore and then gave me nothing else” He stated, his eyes pleading for some sort of answer, something he could blame himself for.

That's not what you wanted, you didn’t want him to blame himself – that was almost a part of the whole point. If he blamed you for this, if you ended it now then there was no chance it would happen any other way. You could live with him blaming you with this, much better than you could live with getting hurt or inevitably hurting him. “I do love you Spencer” You said, you weren’t going to lie about that. 

Your arm pulled away from his touch but he only reached out again, “I’m trying to respect your decision, but I don’t understand. You love me but you don’t want me to wait, you love me but you broke up with me – I just- You’re doing this thing where–  you like to shut down and shut everyone out and I don’t want you to do that. If you don’t want to be with me then I’ll respect that but If you think I can stand around and watch you fall apart you don’t know me, and I would really prefer to think you did because for the longest time I thought I knew you and now finding out that maybe I don’t is– Well it sucks.”

You huffed out, you knew it was unfair and contradicting and you almost wished you had never gotten involved in the first place because you hated the fact you were hurting Spencer right now because your emotions were confusing. It was unfair. “I’m sorry” You started. He was right, you knew him and he knew you, on the slightest of a deeper level.

“Don’t do that. Don’t apologise and then brush it off. I don’t want you to be sorry, I want you to be honest. You keep everyone at arm's reach, on surface level– I want more than that, I want to know you, and understand you, I want to understand this. Tell me what you need and I'll do it, but I need to understand why first.” 

How were you supposed to tell the single handedly most sweet, kind and perfect person that you were unable to provide him with the one thing he wanted – to know you. How were you supposed to admit that something as simple as that was too much to ask for. 

“There's this expectation that I can't reach, that I never have, never will and I love you, Spencer, that's true – but I'm not going to let you sit around and watch me fail time after time again to reach the expectation of basic human existence.” You shook your head as you pulled your hands away from his grasp, your body turned as you walked away.

He stood calling out your name but his feet stayed glued to the ground, and there was no response from you.

[blueaetherr]

he’s gonna love them

pairing: kylian mbappe x gn!reader [they/them]

warning(s): none

summary: the one about safety and security in the relationship

now playing: gonna love me by teyana taylor

The young day provided a calm atmosphere, the sun hanging low yet offering a sense of warmth in an area so cold. The wind came through, too, as the breeze slipped passed the opening of the windows. The sun and her heat, the wind and his chills—suddenly, there was balance, for the day and everyone else offered the opportunity to experience it to its fullest.

The couple, Kylian ad Y/N, who were lounging in bed, softly laughing, curling up into one another, gave a sense of balance to one another. When he told a joke, they would laugh (even if it wasn't funny). When there was one kiss, another kiss would follow soon after. When he opened up his arms, they would roll back into his embrace. If they were feeling the slightest touch of pain, he would soothe it with an acute massage.

It was only late morning and the young couple didn't want to get out of bed; they refused to. The idea itself, getting ready for the day, was exhausting simply just thinking about it. But they knew they couldn't be selfish. There was so much to do– Kylian with football and Y/N with their tasks for the today– so many other people they had to interact with—just so much this and that to attend to. Beyond one another, the two were needed by others far beyond their home.

But laying low from the outside world, escaping the tasks of the day, calmly drifting in and out of sleep, exchanging meaningful (and less) laughs and conversations. Sleeping in with your lover—Kylian sleeping in with his lover, Y/N sleeping in with their lover—the idea was all too pretty and attractive to pass up on, something so cherishing that you shouldn't want to miss out on. Maybe they could be a bit selfish for a minute and more.

The mood, low and quiet, soon kindly elevated when Kylian's hums began to float around the room. And that's when Y/N came through with a smile, one that was dimpled and reached their eyes perfectly as they cuddled into his body. It was their favourite song, Gonna Love Me. With nothing else to do, they just sat back and listened to him, admiring everything that was their partner.

Because Kylian also saw everything that was his partner. Always did he want to hug and squeeze them with so much love and dote. He loved spending his nights with them, and he did appreciate them (through lyrics and his own originality). He would stay up late if it meant witnessing them for a second when they got back home late. There was no doubt that Y/N felt safe and secure with Kylian.

When his hums fell low in the room, a playful look appeared on Y/N's face. "I don't think that's how Teyana sings it."

"Really?" His eyes widened before he let out a small chuckle. He should've known; Y/N was far too judgemental yet somehow, in a good way, in a way that he didn't mind. He fell back on the bed. "I thought I hummed it pretty well."

Y/N scoffed, shaking their head. "Then you must not be hearing yourself. I think—" They were cut off as Kylian pulled them back down on the bed, climbing over them to offer his playful words and body touch. In this short but sweet moment, there were laughs and kisses and overall enjoyment. Nothing less than the most.

Exhaling loudly, they turned their head to look his way. Once again, they offered him a smile, one that was kind and sincere. Tooking his hand into theirs, they declared, "Thank you, Kylian."

His face pulled together, confused, something Y/N always found adorable. "For what?"

"I love this. Just—" they let their hands run over his bare shoulders, sighing, "just being here with you every day. It's both a blessing and a curse." The two shared a small laugh together. When it all fell flat, they leaned further into his embrace, "But I'll side more with it being a blessing."

Slowly but surely, Kylian's face burst with happiness as he brought his partner close. Felt happiness for himself, felt happiness for Y/N. 'Cause that's all he wanted for them.

When he sings or hums, he wanted them to feel deeply serenaded. When he cooks, he wanted them to feel nourished and whole. When the two get intimate, he wanted to make them feel good, physically and emotionally. When he takes them out on a date, he wanted them to feel overwhelmingly loved and cherished for who they were. When he wraps his arms around them, he wanted them to feel safe.

That's all he cared about; Y/N. If they were okay then everything else would be alright.

[melanieph321]

"I would like to request something like that.. So Antony and unexperienced shy reader have their first time together and basically Antony is being sweet to her and careful, telling her she does a great job so yea...and the reader is a bit insecure because she knows that Antony is pro football player and he can basically have a lot of females anf he choose her."

"Ah, nice request. I did somthing similar already, but Antony was patient with the girl and didn't sleep with her. Perhaps I could do like a part 2 of that story and include your idea..."

"However you like it..."

You ask and you shall receive people!

Antony x Reader - Take Things Slow (Part 2)

Enjoy!

It was one of those events again. Those events where you have to dress up, stand in front of a camera and pose. All of this had to be done before we could eat and by then I was starving.

"You okay?"

Antony and I were standing in the elevator going back up to our hotel room. I felt too shy to tell him that I was still hungry after dinner. For some reason the fancier the food, the smaller servings. I was really craving a cheeseburger right now.

"Yes, I'm okay. Just tired." I lied. I had started to do that more. Lie and feel shy around my own boyfriend. I don't know why, but maybe because things in my life had changed so drastically ever since Antony and I took our relationship to the next level. Now everyone knew my name and every where I went people were asking me about Antony.

"You sure you're okay? It doesn't seem good to be tired all day." Antony held up the door for me as we entered our tidy hotel room. We would spend one night here before going back home. Although the night should have been special for me as well, I just couldn't seem to get in the right mood. Perhaps because I had been having alot of doubts lately. Doubts about me and Antony, how I'm not good enough for him. I mean he could have any girl in the world now, but for some reason he stuck with me, a girl that doesn't even tend to his natural needs.

"Antony." I mumbled, stopping in the middle of the hotel living room.

"Yes?" He said removing his jacket, hanging it on a stool.

"I think I'm..." It was hard for me to get the words out, it was bad enough that I couldn't stop biting down on my lip. " I think I'm..."

"Yes?" He said, looking a little concerned.

I shook my head. Why was I being so silly."I think I'm ready." I said, finding all the strength to sound sure of myself.

"Ready for what?" A confused smile hooked his lips.

"I think I'm ready to have sex now." I said, clenching the purse in my grip.

"Oh." Antony stared at me with wide eyes. We hadn't mentioned being intimate in a while. Antony had been so patient with me that sometimes I felt like he didn't want me enough to persuade me into having sex with him anyway. It's bizarre I know. Antony wasn't like that, I knew that. However I needed to know that I was good enough for him at somthing, maybe sex was it.

Antony approached me slowly, tilting his head for me to meet his eyes. "Y/N, are you sure?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" I frowned. Perhaps he didn't think I was capable. Then why keep me around if nothing was ever going to happen between us, I thought.

Antony's expression mellowed seeing mine stiffen.

"Y/N." He sighed. He unhanded me the purse and took my hands in his, leading me to the couch. I frowned as I sat down facing him, like in a meeting.

"You know I don't mind waiting. I've told you that haven't I?"

Omg, I was getting fired, I thought. Antony didn't want to have sex with me.

"Yes but we can't wait forever." I snapped.

Antony frowned. "Y/N. What is this really about. Why won't you tell me why you're upset?"

"I'm not upset."

"But you're not happy?"

"I'm..." I opened my mouth to protest but couldn't. I couldn't lie to Antony, the love of my life.

"I don't make you happy anymore?" There was sudden cold as Antony let go of my hands.

"Antony...no."

He stood. "That's it right. I've stopped making you happy. I know I've been busy lately. But with the league games and stuff I've..."

"Antony stop." I was quick to rise to my feet my hands grabbing each sides of Antony's face.

He paused to look at me

"It's not you it's me." I whispered.

"Great." He sighed, his cheeks swollen in my grip. "The oldest breakup line in the book, it's not me it's you right?"

I shook my head, giggling a little at the way everything sounded with my hands pressing Antony cheeks together. It wasn't the right time, I know, however he just looked so sweet between my hands.

"What's so funny?" He mumbled.

"You." I let my hands slide down to his neck, hooking my arms around it. "It's not you, it's me." I repeated.

Antonyshook his head. "Why?"

"I'm not good enough for you."

"Bullshit."

"Antony." I gasped. I'd never heard him use words like that or get angry around me.

His hands went to rest on the top of my hips, pinning me against him. "No other woman but you is good enough for me." He said, his eyes crystal clear.

"But I..." Antony stopped me from protesting further by pressing his lips against mine, the kissing lingering until I was in desperate need of air.

"Antony." I gasped, resting my forhead against his as we continued to sway in the middle of the hotel living room.

His hand traced my jaw. "Don't say every say things like that again, ever.

"Okay." I nodded, making both our heads move. "But it's just that...I meant what I said before."

Antony lifted his head so that he could meet my eyes. I bit my lip. "I'm ready." I nodded.

Antony raised his brow in suprise a flash of somthing curious in his eyes. But then his arms relaxed around me.

"If you're ready,  I'm ready." He said and bent down to kiss my naked shoulder.

I threw my head back with the sensation, exposing my collar bones to Antony who continued to trace kisses along my skin. We back away towards the couch. He layed me down and got on top on me. His lips never detached themselves from my skin. But when his hand peeled down the lace to my dress, with the craving for more of me, I sat up.

"Wait."

Antony stopped all movment immediately.

"I'm sorry...I just...

He shook his head. "No, no, you have to tell me if..."

"No, no..." I said with slight panic. "It's not that. I told you I was ready. It just that, maybe I should be on top." Heat rose to my cheeks.

Antony looked me with furrowed brows. "Your first time?" He chuckled.

I nodded. But he shook his head. "I should take care of you the first time. We will get a chance to experiment later."

"Okay." I nodded although my nerves were everywhere.

Antony let the one lace hang down my shoulder exposing my left breast. I gasped as he leaned forward and took it in his mouth, making me throw my head back with the pleasure I've never felt before I wondered how often Antony had thought about doing this, because he got more eager as he noticed m relax a bit more. We were still on the couch, not able to keep our hands to ourselves. The top half of my dress was now peeled down to my waste. Antony had left bite marks across my entire chest. I stiffened when his hand made its way up my thigh, something Antony noticed right away.

"Is this okay baby?"

I was meant to nod my head but then I remember that I shouldn't be lying in a situation like this.

"No?" He pulled away his hand from between my thighs. The sensation it left was cold, and for some reason I thought to be doing something wrong.

"I'm sorry,  I just don't like fingering." I felt so silly, but the truth was I didn't even do it to myself.

Antony nodded understandingly. "Then I won't do it."

"I'm sorry I..."

"Stop..." Antony put a firm hand to my mouth."...apologizing. There's other ways to make you feel good."

"Other ways?"

Antony began placing a kiss on my thigh, rolling up the skirt of my dress as he did. The kisses continued traveling upwards, until my hand grabbed a hold of his head.

"You don't have to." The words escaping my lips were airy and so needy.

Antony chuckled. "Trust me, I want to. Look at you, all wet for me already." Antony traced a finger along the fabric of my underwear, his nuckles brushing against my glistening folds.

"Fuck me." I sighed.

"As you wish" He began fucking me with his mouth. His tounge swirling around the wetness I'd created for him.

"Antony please." I cried, but he wouldn't let me finnish. Instead he pushed of of me in search for something in his back pocket. A condom.

"You ready for me?"

"Mhm." I nodded. It was all moving so fast but not in a way that disturbed me. He pulled himself out of his pants, reveling his erected cock, pulsating as he took his time to dress it with the rubber. He then placed himself between me, pushing my panties to the side with the tip of it.

I gasped as pressure was applied, but not enough to make me want all of it to stop. Antony was carful, allowing me to adjust to his size.

"That's it baby, I know you can take it."

"I can." I said flushed.

He then thrusted himself all the way into me, our hips violenty crashing into each other.

I gasped with the pleasure that came with the pain. "Antony please."

He cradled his arms around me, intertwining our hands as he pinned them above my head.

"I love you." He said, looking deep into my eyes, whilst his hips crashed into me with every thrust.

"I love you too." I whispered and promised myself to never doubt our love again.

[amoebamom]

Dear Journal,

I wasn't going to post this but it's the last part of my "missing post" series 📝 (which happened yet again but i took precautions this time😏) and I'm trying to finish projects i start (small victories 🙌) Well, here you go🤲💣🥧

DISCLAIMER: Everyone is different, so do what's best for you🫵 This was my experience and what worked for me👍

Depression has different levels. From feeling bummed about life, to severely crippling where you can't get out of bed because every waking moment feels like agony😫🖤😭😭😭 I'm referring to that kind🫢 If you have fallen in the black-hole of depression I'm sorry you're here🕳💔🫂 (there's no more love left not even for yourself now)

It's a difficult place to get out of but not impossible (unfortunately, not everyone does😥). And it's not just one thing that's wrong. It's that you stop doing everything that you need to function as a "normal" person (from basic needs to matters of the heart). Add abuse/trauma (which are more than think😬), and you'll need more time to heal those deep wounds (sometimes it's lifelong)⏳️

What needs to happen now is "Radical Sacred Selfishness," which strictly prioritizes oneself. Focus on self-love/inner-child work to help connect with your being again (soul retrieval).

👣Steps to survive depression:

Medication - this is important to help you stay even keel while you work through everything. Since you're not in the right state of mind, then you'll need something to help elevate your mood a little bit. The goal is to eventually not need anything to depend on to feel happy. My preferred medicine of choice is Cannabis💚💚💚 It has lots of healing properties (a true miracle plant🌿)👍 but it's still a stigmatized "drug" even though it has less side effects than other things that are considered "legal" (but that's another conversation)🤨

Psychotherapy- talk through everything that needs rewiring/changing/mourning because you can't be trusted in that current state of mind. Let go of every that no longer serve you or benefit you in anyway😔🪦🙏 (outgrown situations) But depending on the resources that are available to you, will determine how quickly you can recover from this critical condition. I personally couldn't afford therapy the conventional way (plus other reasons that I'm not getting into rn🤨), so I went with the alternative route, Psilocybe (a magic fungus)🍄 and that totally did it for me🤯🤯🤯. Though it's not exactly legal🚫🙅‍♀️ so you'll need to either know someone or go in nature to get one (do the research on how to spot the right one first👩‍💻). Recently, places like in Oregon that have done the research are now leading the way to help others to legally and safely heal at their facilities a good option, too👍

Environment- by removing/eliminating anything that is damaging to your health (which includes people, habits, consumption of any kind, ect.) Even if it means living somewhere else temporarily (without completely isolating yourself☝️) to focus on a steady routine that will help regulate your nervous system (that alone causes so many issues😓) and your basic needs

having plenty of sleep daily 💤 (7+hours)

healthy & consistent meals (breakfast/lunch/dinner) with plenty of water to stay hydrated💧

enough exercise (it can be walking/yoga/somatic/aerobics/dancing/breath work/sports, ect) or mixing up different things depending on what you need that day👍

hang-out with people that treat you kind (only), that's really important for your mental health

spend time in nature (to unplug📵) for forest bathing & grounding🌲🦶🏞 (to help balance your energy⚡️)

Creative outlets or hobbies/activities that you consider fun or a way to express yourself (art can be therapeutic✨️ )

Anyway, if you stay on track, you'll be able to get out of this even stronger than ever before💪💪💪(and that's not an easy feat)🙌🥇💐🫂👏👏👏👏

You'll have the decernment to express your emotions/energy on everything that matters most to you, and live life more mindfully in a "yutori" way (space to move freely/peace of mind😌), to trust your intuition guiding you home in a loving and powerful way❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

I never thought I could overcome this, but now I'm here encouraging you to never give up!!! (anything is possible)✊️

[leecherish]

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[one-green-frog]

Little Munchkin part 2

Bonten Haitani brothers x child! reader

Part 1

It had been about a year and a half since the Haitani Brothers picked you up from the street and gave you a meaningful life. It was like heaven on earth and there was never a time where you would cry yourself to sleep. The only time that happened was when you walked into your room for the first time, and they were happy tears, so this doesn't count. But do not fret you weren't the only one that cried during your stay. When you accidentally called Ran 'Dad', he was also shedding tears.

At school you felt like the biggest Badass on earth evertime they would pick you up from school, you could hear the whispering from your classmates, about how cool they looked and how rich they must be.

This obviously brought you fame and fake friends, but you easily saw who was just trying to be your friends because of your cool big brothers and who actually shared your interests in shiny rocks.

Normally when you got home, they would be out, doing some business and some nanny would take care of you, but today was different. They were at home waiting for your return and once you walked through the door, they were smiling at you. Today was a special day, you would be meeting the rest of their colleagues, and they would certainly brag about how cute their new little brother was.

The ride to the headquarters wasn't too long, in about 15 minutes you were standing in front of a not so eye catching building. It was strange how the ourside looked nothing like the inside, but your little child brain didn't think too much of it.

Now that you were in the elevator you were beginning to get anxious. What if they wouldn't like you? Your brothers told you to be very polite and to behave otherwise there would be consequences, so did that mean they were bad people? Of course they were, but oyu didn't know they actually killed people, so you only worried about not being able to impress them.You were tightening your grip on Rindou's hand and him being the good big brother he is noticed your nervousness.

"Hey bud, you don't have to worry about anything." he reassured you, which did calm you down a bit.

Finally after what seemed like hours you walked out of the elevator and the first thing you noticed was the loud voiced that yelled at someone. In that moment you regret ever agreeing to meet your brothers colleagues. But it's too late to turn back now.

When the three of you entered the lounge, the people there didn't seem to stop whatever they were fighting about. And luckily didn't notice you, after all you were hiding behind Rindou's legs.

Only after Ran loudly announced their arrival did they cease their fighting. It took a few seconds till they actually spotted you.

"Haitanis, who's this kid?"

A guy with pink hair asked.

"This, my friend, is our little brother, the one we talked about"

Silence engulfed the whole room and now everyone was staring at you. It obviously made you uncomfortable and you tried to hide behind Rindou's leg a little more, until you noticed him.

A guy with white hair and way to obvious eye bags.

Your mood immediately change when you spotted him, now walking towards him, your little hand in your pocket as you grab a special thing.

Ran and Rindou's soul left their body once they saw who you were walking towards, they were too late to stop you. If something were to happen they would beg for forgiveness, they couldn't stand the thought of losing you, but for now they could only watch.

As you stood in front of the most dangerous man in Japan, you pulled your hand out of your pocket and presented him...

A shiny rock

A piece of bismuth to be precise.

"Excuse me mister, you look a bit sad. This rock always makes me happy, b-because it's shiny and colorful and it's not round, oh and I like the colors. S-so I thought maybe it will also make you happy."

Mikey was shocked to see this little boy being so concerned about him. Normally he would kill anyone who would bother him, but this kid was... different. It sparked a flame in his stone cold heart.

He took the "rock" out of (name)'s hands and ruffled his hair.

Stupid kid, that's not a rock

"Thank you for your concern. It does make me happy"

Everyone in the room was shocked to see Mikey with the tiniest of a smile. Shocked and happy that the child was still alive. Not they watched as the kid waddled back to his brothers, with a smile the was radiating happiness.

The day went on, everyone introduced themselves and quickly warmed up to him. They all had a great time and all of them secretly agreed to destroy anything and anyone that would get in the kid's way.

In the end the Haitani family went home with a sleeping kid, the Bonten executives with the newfound titles as uncles and the leader of the group went home with the shiny "rock" the little sunshine gave him and a smile on his face. All of them couldn't wait to see the kid again

[ryloriee678999]

I loved this fic and I was thinking maybe could you do that aftermath you was talking about? Your fics are absolutely AMAZING🤩

Getting Better (Otherwise) Part 1

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

A/N: Hope you're doing okay Anon!!  I wasn't really sure what to do but I Hope you like it <3 It gets pretty angsty in the second part so feel free to skip it.

Summary: Aftermath of ‘I Don't Care If It Hurts Me, I Care If It Hurts You.’ Recovery is messy but it doesn't always have to be. (1800 words)

Warnings: Withdrawal, substance abuse, relapse, angst.

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It’s been a week after your relapse, a week clean. You couldn't believe you were starting over again. For the first time, you weren't alone in this. Wanda was by your side every single second of the day. She ignored her calls, stayed in your room, and took care of you. She didn't trust you to be alone and it was annoying at first but you knew where she was coming from. 

On another note, your relationship with her got much stronger. You were with her every day after never interacting with each other prior. You really got to know her, you knew everything she liked, how she grew up, and what her favorite foods are; but that was the only positive thing that came out of this. The hardest part was the crash. When you woke up after Wanda put you to bed, immediately you craved more. Wanda must've read your mind because she woke up right before you could get out of bed. She held you closer no matter how much you tried to get out of her grip. The feeling never went away though, you knew you’d always want more. 

You were thankful there were no visible symptoms. No shaking, sweating, or vomiting. You wouldn't want to put Wanda through that so you were happy that didn't happen. Although other psychological effects were hitting you hard, you missed the elevated mood that came with drugs. Without it, you didn't think you could be happy even if the happiness you felt from the pill was all chemical.

Other than the irritability and tiredness, you were dreading one more thing: Talking to Wanda. She had so many questions but you were able to avoid them or brush them off. She would never push you to talk but you knew she wanted to know why, how, and when this all started. But she never wanted to back you into a corner so she waited until you started talking.

 One day in bed, you lay there feeling tired but not able to sleep. It felt like your entire body was burning but you made no move to fix that. That's when Wanda walked in, she could tell something was off and wondered what happened. She was just outside the bedroom, peeking in to see how you were doing. 

“Are you okay,” she asks, as she appears at the door. It was a stupid question to ask but she meant well. 

“Mmhm,” You hum in response. You move so that you’re not on your back staring at the ceiling, instead, you look to face her. After a few seconds of silence, anxiety brushes over you when you finally find it in yourself to speak. “I think I'm ready to talk.”

Wanda's mouth opens in surprise but she quickly closes it. “You don't have to,” she assures you but sits on the bed next to you to listen.

 “I want to.” You take a deep breath before speaking, you didn't even know where to start but once you started talking you couldn't stop. “I started a few years ago. It wasn’t anything at first, just a few times a month with friends. Then that wasn't enough and things got out of hand. I tried stopping but then,” your voice starts to falter in shame, “I couldn't.” 

“When I joined the Avengers, it was enough of a distraction for me to stop. Then missions got harder and I just kept failing.” You remembered after every hard work day all you wanted to do was feel better. Drugs helped you relax when it felt like everything wrong was your fault.  “I guess it just made things easier. They made me happy.” 

“I never had to worry about it affecting anyone else. As long as it was only me, it was okay to keep doing it. But the look on your face when I overdosed.” You sigh, tears starting to fall. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry for crying,” you apologize again through deep inhales. “I’m making you do all of this. I'm sorry.”

“You’re not making me do anything, do not apologize,” she said in the softest voice you’ve ever heard. Her hand grips firmly to yours. The way she was so patient with you made you cry harder. “Don't apologize, okay, you’re doing your best. I know it’s hard but you’ve gone a week, and I'm so proud of you.”

A small smile formed on your face. Wanda pulling you into a hug only makes you feel better, your arms wrap around her back and hers around your torso.  “It’s so hard to stop,” you admit, “especially when a part of me still doesn't want to.” Wanda squeezes you tighter. “You can do it, you made it through this week, you'll make it through the next one.”

You really wanted to believe that with the help of Wanda you could do that, but it was just so hard. These past seven days have been the hardest days in your life, harder than any fight or mission you’ve been on.  “I hope so,” you say, voice still trembling. 

You detach from her only to look her in the eyes, “I don't know what I'd do without you.” 

Wanda smiles,  “I don't know what I’d do without you either, malysh.” Her hands go to hold the side of your head as she kisses the top of your forehead. The action makes warmth fill up your body. 

Drugs could never simulate how you felt right now. 

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You made it through the next three weeks. It was hard but you did it. During this time, you formed a romantic relationship with Wanda. You also let the other Avengers into what was happening, of course, they were supportive but felt bad for not noticing sooner. They didn't know too much but it was enough to get you put on break until things were under control. Lately, you’ve been happy and it felt like everything was getting better.

But recovery isn't linear.

The cravings didn't go away. Sometimes, the feeling was in the foreground while you did things, but other times you couldn't stand it. So you could sense from a mile away that you would relapse. It was like it was bound to happen.

Shame filled your body when it did happen. You didn't care how huge a setback to recovery this was, you cared about how Wanda would react. She would be so disappointed in you, all of that time with her was for nothing.

The guilt wasn't enough to throw away what you bought and used. You told yourself this was the last time but you knew it was a lie. You hated how quickly you gave in.

A week went by, no one seemed to notice as the drug binge took place. You tried your hardest to hide how messed up you were. You cleaned up the evidence, making sure there was no trace of anything. 

The paranoia was unbearable. Every glance from Wanda made you think she found out. Every time she said she wanted to talk made you terrified. But she could never find out, you’ve been so careful. 

Not careful enough though. 

Today you come home to Wanda holding up a small plastic bag.

You put your hands up defensively. Your eyes widen at what she's holding in her hand. “I don't know what that is,” you lie, panic filling up your voice.  “Why are you lying to me?” She asks, her voice being weirdly calm terrifies you further. 

“I swear that was the last of it, I'm done,” you try to convince. 

“You’re in denial, love. What happened?” She questions as she drops the bag on the floor and goes to hold your hand. Immediately you step away from her, something about her suddenly makes you feel unsafe. You were horrified at the way she was looking at you.

When you don't respond, she slowly steps closer. “Did you ever think how hard this was for me? Do you know the toll this has taken on me?” She says loudly, her voice no longer soft and caring. 

You flinch before staring at her in shock at the words that just left her mouth. A part of Wanda regretted it but it wasn't enough to get in the way of her feelings. “You let me down and now you won't even tell me what happened? It’s like I have to beg you to speak.”

“I can’t listen to this,” you say and walk away from her. You’re just about to leave when something stops you. “Sit down!” she demands, red flaring in her eyes. Suddenly you feel yourself flying towards the couch, landing harshly. Quickly you adjust to sitting down properly as she walks closer. Your jaw tenses up as tears burn in your eyes. She stares at you, noting how you almost look lifeless.

“Why?” She questioned. “Don't you realize what you’re doing is killing me?”

You block her out. She’s practically talking to herself at this point. Your mind keeps replaying what she said before she threw you onto the couch. ‘Did you ever think how hard this was for me?’ You knew what she was saying was out of anger but you couldn't help but feel like you burdened her.

Her voice is in the background until she kneels in front of you when she realizes you're not listening. You finally look at her, Wanda's eyes matching your own with tears.  “It’s hard to see you do this again,” she says in a low voice. 

You nod, “I know. I’m going to stop.” It's said in a natural way that Wanda could tell you’ve said it before.

“Words aren't enough. I need you to be here with me, baby. You need to stop, don't just say you will.” Things seemed to calm down but Wanda was still crying. “I’m sorry I said all of that. It was selfish, this isn't about me,” she apologized. 

Silence fills the room before you could say what you’d been thinking. “But it’s true, isn't it? I’ve made things worse for you?” You question. You felt stupid for not taking her feelings into account. She's been there for you 24/7 and you never cared to ask if she was okay.

“No, baby that's far from the truth,” she promises. “You make everything better, I love you.” That was the first time you heard her say that, it only made your heart shatter more. “I just don't want you to get hurt again, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper. 

Wanda smiles and then stands up, to engulf you in a hug. Although what she said was ingrained into your mind, it was a push to get you clean. Even if you couldn't do it for yourself, you’d do it for Wanda.

The next day came around and you were back to square one. One day sober, but Wanda assured you that we all have to start somewhere. 

[leahseclipse]

2AM (Spencer Reid x gen!reader)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Gender neutral Reader (there might be some very light fem!reader mentions)

Category: Angst with happy ending

Warnings: none I can think of!

Summary: The reader locked themselves out of their apartment out of the middle of the night, but a certain genius living down the hall might be able to help.

A/N: Excuse me if Spencer is OOC lmao it's been a WHILE since I wrote about him. Prompt is from @imagining-in-the-margins!! :)

Word count: 1.9k

There couldn't have ever been a day worse than this one, in my whole existence— not one that made me want to give up, go to my apartment and never go back to my workplace ever again.

First off- I arrived late. I didn't turn on my alarm the day before, and woke up at 8AM instead of 7AM.

One hour isn't a big deal, you would say. Well sure,  for a high schooler. 

I had to give that lame excuse, and well… they didn't believe it— everyone throws that one, so it gets old. I've had to work like hell all day to make up for the hour I've missed as if it was one week to my superior (the guy's a bit dramatic).

Second; on my way home, my car decided to stop two times. The little guy decided to play the old trick of the dying engine— turns out a bang on it is enough to stop that drama queen. It's really time I throw it away, I've had it since college. That car is lucky I wasn't on the freeway, I would have gotten yelled at for blocking the road.

Then— because the day didn’t stop there, one of the back tires ended up dying just as I found a parking spot. Here's to another-I-don't-know-the-high-price-of-it-repair off my bank account … as if I needed another bad event.

The finishing touch was when it started raining, and of course, I had forgotten my jacket this morning. Which meant that I had to walk in the rain because running would cause me to break an arm and end up in the ER with another-very-unknown-high-price. 

By the time I got to the door of the building, it was around 2AM. I had to get up in 5 hours. Pretty great amount of sleep for the next day waiting for me.

I didn't even bother to check if the elevator worked. It worked one time out of two and could guarantee you a whole night of sleep inside if the doors would decide to not open. 

I've already been there, except it was the afternoon. I watched at least two movies of two hours each before a technician even bothered to show up.

When I reached the fourth floor, and proceeded to put my hand in my left pocket where I always keep my keys— my hand didn't touch anything but the fabric. 

That's… weird? Maybe it's in the others? 

I plunged my hand in the right pocket, still nothing. I tried both of the pockets at the back— they were as empty as a bank account at the end of the month (trust me, I truly wasn't in the mood for jokes, but that just went through my mind).

I really started to panic after my unsuccessful attempts to find the keys in the pockets of my pants, they're always there! I haven't put them anywhere else in years.

I set my bag on the floor, took my flashlight and examined the whole bag— to the point of emptying it out on the floor out of despair, just in case I had missed it by whatever means— still no sign of them.

There wasn't any way I could have left it at work. I didn't open my bag a single time, all I did was re-organise files as soon as I arrived. I only touched my bag again when I left. It was in my locker, which was closed by a lock— so they couldn't have been stolen, lost, or whatever crazy scenario.

The only place left… right inside of my apartment. I had just locked myself outside at 2:30AM. Right when everything was closed. I could only hope my landlord could pick up, which wasn't 100% sure by looking at the hour.

Still, I took my phone again and dialed the number, just in case he happened to pick up.

I called once.

Twice.

Then soon, five times… all calls had gone straight to voicemail.

He wouldn't be answering until 8AM in the morning, which was impossible. I couldn't stay all night outside. 

I started to get really upset, I had no way to get in, I've just had the worst day, I was really tired, I was cold and just wanted to change into dry clothes; this had to be a nightmare. I was cursing myself for forgetting the keys this morning as hard as I could, I couldn't believe I could have forgotten them, they were right there, on the table next to the door.

Right next to the door. And I didn't even see them. 

More tired than anything at what was happening, all I found left to do was to sit on the floor, back against the door as my face took shelter in my hands.

Who could I even call at this time of the day? I hated bothering people, I rarely asked anything of them, so let alone letting me come to their place. That also included my neighbors, I wasn’t close with anyone.

I started to get frustrated as I was running out of ideas, trying to find something to do to not wander outside. I had left everything in my place, including my credit card, and if I had it, I wouldn’t even be there right now. 

I took it out for some reason yesterday and didn’t think to put it back where it belonged. I. was. Out. Of. Ideas. Officially. If I didn’t care about putting on a show I would’ve called my landlord screaming until his voicemail would be full.

There weren’t even any locksmiths! No one was open at night! Not a single soul! 

Not being able to hold my emotions anymore, I broke down on the spot, sobbing. My day had been full of problems, one after the other, without a single break. 

I was there, a mess as I was sure that my makeup was ruined by all the tears and my hair out of place as I sat on the floor, against the door of the apartment I couldn’t get in.

Until my tears had calmed down, I hadn’t noticed the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. I completely forgot about the possibility of people coming in. Now I had to face someone in that state. Could anything else have happened next? Perhaps the roof falling on me? The whole building collapsing? What else?

“Are you okay?” A voice asked. I lifted my face from my hand to see one of my neighbors that I hadn’t seen in an eternity.

“I… hate to vent to people I don’t know but… not really. I could be doing better. I got locked out of my place.” I admitted, as embarrassing as it was to.

“Could I… be of any assistance, perhaps?” He asked.

“Are you a locksmith?” I asked as well, with a slight laugh.

“Nope. But I know how to be one.” He answered, which surprised me in weird ways.

“You know how to break in?”

“I do, but it’s well- you see, uh… for work? For you know, people that did bad things?” He tried to explain, nervous. “So, yeah, I know how to open a door, when it’s really needed, I don’t actually break into people's apartments for no reason at all to steal or… anything else.” He rambled.

“I… got it, don’t worry.” I reassured him, as I got up from the door. I opened my mouth to say his name, but my brain was completely empty. “Gosh… I’m sorry, I forgot your name.” 

“It’s Spencer.” He immediately answered. “Spencer, yeah. And you’re… y/n?”

“Yeah, yeah.” I confirmed. “You’re making me feel bad now. You remember mine but I didn’t remember yours.” I said as I dropped my head down, looking where I couldn’t see him.

“You don’t have to feel bad! Please don’t, I promise you it’s okay.” Spencer said. “I barely come here because of work, so I wouldn’t be surprised if even the landlord rented out the place to someone else because it’s been ages.” He laughed at his words, bringing me down in his frenzy as I started to laugh along with him. 

“Phew, that was… a good laugh.” He said after a moment. 

“It was.” I answered, looking back at him.

“Yeah, yeah.” He repeated as he looked at me too, before looking behind. “I should get to that door.”

It took me a few seconds to get back to reality, I had some… trouble to draw away from his face. Strangely. “The door, right. The door.” I repeated, nervously, as I watched him get something from his bag. 

“That… should do the trick.” Spencer said, as he held a bobby pin between his fingers, turning to the door as he kneeled down in front of the lock. 

“Thanks again for… the unexpected help. Never thought I’d have someone that wasn’t a criminal picking my lock.” 

“I can imagine it’s not something that happens often.” He answered as he worked on opening the door.

“Never did before.” I said, after a brief silence. 

“And…” He said, as a sound emitted. The door had opened. “Here we are.”

“You did that with just a hair pin. Oh my god.” I looked at him, completely shocked. 

“Yeah, just with that. I know that sounds crazy, but I didn't open it with anything else.” 

“It does sound crazy!” I yelled back. “Oops, sorry neighbors.”

“Sorry.” Spencer whispered back. “Anyway, uh… the way is open, now.” He said, pointing his head to it.

“Yeah, it is. It is.” I said, looking at it as we just stood there. “You should get going, it took a while, it’s… probably way later than 2 now.”

“I should get going, yeah. I should.” He agreed, looking to his door that was just inches from mine. I watched him as he started to turn around, but he suddenly stopped in his tracks to look at me again. “Uh… can I ask you something?”

“Sure, go ahead.” I said.

“I know that… we don’t really know each other and I’m just a guy that lives across the hall and comes once a month because he’s busy with work so he can’t come but I…” Spencer stopped, hesitating.

“Are you trying to ask me if I want to hang out with you?” I filled in the blanks for him.

“...I do.” He answered.

“I accept, then.”

“You do?” He asked, in disbelief.

“Yeah. I do.”

“You do. Okay.” He said, still somehow shocked. 

“I should probably give you my number so we can arrange a time and date… right?” I asked.

“That… would be a good idea. Give me a… second, or three.” He said, as he got out his phone, almost dropping it from his hands as he handed it out to me. I entered the number, saving the contact afterwards as I gave him back the phone. “You added a smile, that’s… nice.”

“I’m glad you like it.” I said, as I turned around to get my bag on the floor. I turned back to him as my hand reached the door. “Well… thank you for the help. Don’t hesitate if you need help… anytime. I’ll be happy to return the favor.”

“I’m glad to have been of help. No problem.”

I slowly stepped inside, maintaining contact with Spencer. “Thanks again. Have a…good night, genius.” I said, as I saw his face turn red when I closed the door.

Well, at least one good thing happened today.

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[hotch-stufff]

Kiss The Girl

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings!: angst, pining(lots of it), crying, arguing, but a fluffy ending, like super fluffy ending :)

Word Count: 3.7k words

Description: Hotch tries to deny it, but he's madly in love with you. He keeps getting this urge to just kiss you. Could it really be that easy?

A/N: not really sure what this is, but I was listening to that new cover of kiss the girl by Brent Morgan and I really wanted wrote this. It definitely took a turn i was not expecting, but I hope you guys love it as much as I do. :)

*Based off the song "Kiss the Girl"*

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He loved you. It was no secret.

Everyone knew, everyone except maybe him.

Or maybe he did know, but he refused to accept it. He couldn't love you. It was wrong. But if it was wrong, why on earth did it feel so good?

There, you see her, Sitting there, across the way

She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her

He wasn't the best at sharing his feelings. He was good at locking them away, and throwing away the key. But you, you made that hard.

There was just something about you. It drew him in, and he was hooked.

Maybe it was the way you giggled when you were nervous. Or maybe it was the blush that tinted your cheeks when someone gave you a compliment. Maybe it was the way you showed Hotch the happiness he needed in his darkest times.

He wasn't sure, but he knew you were special. He was sure he knew exactly when these feelings had started. It was the night of Rossi's Christmas party.

You sat on Rossi's couch, laughing along with Morgan and Prentiss. They had made some very very inappropriate joke, that you just thought was hilarious. 

"Okay, h-hang on. I need a refill." You gasped out between laughs. You made your way to the kitchen, grabbing the wine before pouring yourself a glass.

"Hey." You nearly squealed as Hotch came in the room behind you.

"Jesus Hotch, could have given me a heart attack." He simply chuckled. "Yeah, laugh it up." You playfully rolled your eyes.

"I'm sorry." He tried to hide his smile.

"Yeah, you sound it." You walked towards him, giving him a soft smile as the teasing atmosphere faded. The room was empty, and you wouldn't be able to ever work up the courage again.

"Merry Christmas Hotch." You whispered as you leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. You pulled back, gave him a small smile, and walked back to the living room.

Aaron stood there, shocked. 

Why had you don't that? Why had he liked it? Would you do it again?

The questions repeated in his head, over and over. And he realised that a peck on the cheek wouldn't be enough. 

He needed a kiss, a real kiss. Even just one from you and he would be satisfied for life. But that, was an impossible dream. Or, so he thought.

And you don't know why, but you're dyin' to try

You wanna kiss the girl

Months had passed since then and he still hadn't gotten another kiss from you. 

You two had grown increasingly close however. You were practically inseparable. Always at one of your houses, talking, watching movies, eating. You name it.

Although watching movies was usually with Jack, and currently he was stuck on repeating the Little Mermaid.

"Miss Y/n?" He asked one night.

"Yes Jackers?" You asked, looking down at the small boy.

"Can we please, watch the little mermaid with daddy?" He begged. He used those puppy dog eyes and you were sold.

"Of course we can." You heard a chuckle come from behind you and you whipped around.

"Didn take you long to give in, huh?" Hotch questioned, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh shut it Hotchner. Go get the popcorn." He laughed and shook his head before walking to the kitchen.

Soon you found yourself wrapped up with the Hotcner boys. Jack was curled up on your lap, his face buried in your neck as he fell asleep.

As you and Hotch watched the movie, he snuck glances every couple of minutes. He couldn't get over how beautiful you looked. 

And you were holding his son, loving him like he could be your own. It filled Hotch's heart with love and affection.

And then that song began playing softly in the background

Yes, you want her

Look at her, you know you do

The lyrics spoke a truth that Hotch was desperately trying to avoid. 

But he didn't know how much longer he could go without telling you. In the moment he couldn't remember why he hadn't told you already.

Possible she wants you too, there is one way to ask her

It don't take a word, not a single word

Go on and kiss the girl

All he wanted to do was reach over and bring you into a kiss. Just a simple kiss. 

Just to feel your lips move together. Just for a second. He almost did. You had turned to look at him, and he leaned in slightly. His hand raising. 

But the shrill sound of his phone broke the trance. His hand receded before you could grab it. And he didn't kiss you.

You were filled with a disappointment that you couldn't explain. 

Sha-la-la-la-la-la, my, oh, my, look like the boy too shy, He ain't gonna kiss the girl

Sha-la-la-la-la-la, ain't that sad? Ain't it a shame? Too bad, He gonna miss the girl

The music of the movie faded as a grim look replaced the carefree one on Hotch's face. 

"We'll be right in." He muttered out the words with disdain, sending you an apologetic look.

But you barely noticed, you were still trying to calm down the beating of your heart.

He was going to kiss you.

Did he feel the same way that you did?

All thoughts left your mind though as you felt Jack wake in your arms.

"Hey buddy." He looked up at you with the eyes he shared with his father.

"Do you have to leave?" Your heart broke a little bit at his questions.

"Yeah, bud. I'm sorry." He just smiled at you and burrows further into your chest.

"Its 'kay." He mumbled sleepily. "But we have to wait till Aunt Jess gets here so we can keep cuddling." Your heart swelled and your face lit up. Hotch was staring at the two of you, in awe. His son loved you so much. 

You looked over at him, a tear in your eye. He swallowed as he pushed his feelings aside, giving you a soft smile before getting up to get dressed.

He was screwed.

A couple cases later, and you were holed up in a precinct, everyone nearly falling asleep.

It was a bad case, a really bad case. And you were running out of time. The unsubs' latest victim only had about a day left.

But nobody could work if they were falling asleep. Eventually Hotch sighed and told everyone it was time to head to the hotel.

But of course, once there, there were only 4 rooms.

"I'm taking my own room. I'm old." Rossi said and grabbed the key before anyone could argue.

"C'mon pretty boy." Morgan grabbed another key, and walked off with spence.

"I'll go with Jj. Y/l/n, you good with Hotch?" Your face went bright red at Prentiss's words. But you nodded, looking anywhere but at Hotch. You couldn't say no, it would be too obvious.

"Y-yeah, that's fine." You all trudged to the elevator, Emily and Jj said goodnight and walked off once you reached your floor. You and Hotch walked in silence down the hall to the very last room.

He swung the door open, and you had to stop yourself from gasping. There was only one bed.

"I'll uh, I'll take the floor." You scrunched your nose at Hotch's offer and he couldn't deny how adorable you looked.

"Hotch, no. That will kill your back." You shook your head. "We can share. We're both adults, it's fine." You're not sure if you're convincing yourself or him. He just nods and gives a soft okay.

"Do you want the first shower?" He asked. 

"Um, no. I shower in the mornings." He nodded before walking into the bathroom.

Why was this so awkward? You guys were such good friends, this shouldn't be so weird. 

You pushed the thought aside before crawling into the bed and curling up.

Hotch walked out of the bathroom 10 minutes later in nothing but a towel.

Your eyes grew and you couldn't take your eyes off of him. He cleared his throat, and you looked up at his eyes.

"Uh sorry, forgot my bag." You nodded, looking away quickly. Too scared to speak. He quickly went back into the bathroom.

"Get a hold of yourself." You whispered to yourself. You weren't going to survive this case if he did that again. He joined you in bed soon after getting dressed.

Neither of you spoke, neither of you moved, neither of you breathed. It was completely silent.

After about 20 minutes of silence and trying desperately to fall asleep you spoke up.

"Hotch?" 

"Yeah?" His voice was hoarse.

"Um, I can't sleep." You turned towards him and he did the same.

"Neither can I." You sighed.

"How's Jack?" You asked, trying to bring up the mood, or to at least get rid of the awkwardness. It seemed to work because his face lit up at the mention of his son.

"He's good. He actually just asked if you could come over soon. He got an A plus on his spelling test that you helped him study for and he really wants to show you." You smiled as you listened.

"That's great! He was so nervous for that test." 

"Yeah, thank you Y/n for helping him." You grabbed his hand, squeezing gently.

"Of course Hotch. I love Jack." You muttered, and you fell into silence again.

But it was more content, more peaceful. Your hands stayed laced together, and Hotch's mind went blank as you started leaning closer.

Now's your moment

Floating in a blue lagoon

Boy, you better do it soon, no time will be better

He started leaning in, his hand moved from your own to cup your face. But something switched in his mind. What was he doing? This was wrong. He couldn't let this happen. 

Your faces were inches apart when he pulled his hand away and scooted backwards slightly.

Look like the boy too shy

He ain't gonna kiss the girl

Your face fell, and his heart squeezed painfully.

"Um, we should go to bed." You were so confused. You thought that was it. It was perfect. He, he pulled away though. Why had he pulled away?

You could almost physically see his walls being built up.

Walls you had spent so much time breaking down.

"Oh, um. O-okay." You stuttered out, pulling back  quickly.

"Goodnight Y/n." He said softly, but you didn't respond. You were too scared you would cry if you did. 

You fell asleep faster than you anticipated, but maybe you were just that tired. 

He was gone when you woke up.

You thought everything might just go back to the way it was after that night.

But boy were you wrong. Hotch had completely pulled away from you.

No longer did he invite you over, or invite you to do paperwork in his office with him

You didn't watch movies, or go out to eat, or even talk about anything other than work. It was hell.

You tried, you really tried to get him to open up again, but it just didn't work. Nothing did.

It was to the point where he would be almost rude to you. 

The team was beginning to notice. And you couldn't hold back any longer. It was killing you.

You needed to talk to him, past this wall he had put up. You needed to know why he was pushing you away. You walked up to his door, knocking on the door.

"Come in." He said softly. You walked in, and his eyes stayed trained on the paperwork in front of him.

"Hotch?" He still didn't look up.

"How can I help you Agent Y/l/n?" He asked, his voice not wavering from professionalism. You shut the door behind you and walked forward, sitting in one of the chairs.

"We need to talk." He was taken aback slightly by the determination in your voice, but he sighed before setting down his pen.

"What is it?" He sounded almost annoyed, which just made you angrier.

"What the hell is going on?" You didn't mean to be so rude about it, but you needed to know.

"Excuse me?" 

"Seriously Hotch, we went from talking almost every day, to not speaking unless it has something to do with work."

"Y/l/n…" he went to stop you.

"No. Hotch please. I don't know what I did." You begged. "I mean you can't even use my name anymore." You whispered.

"This is very unprofessional." he wasn't breaking.

"Please Aaron. Don't lie to me." You tried his first name, and he had never loved his name being spoken more than when you said it. But he had to stop this.

"Agent Y/l/n. I'm sorry if our friendship was confus-" but you cut him off.

"We weren't just friends. You know that and I know that." He had the audacity to look confused. But he knew exactly what you were talking about.

Don't try to hide it how, You wanna kiss the girl

"Please Aaron, don't pretend, not with me."

"Agent Y/l/n! That's enough!" His voice was rising. 

He didn't understand why you couldn't just let it go.

"No it's not. I love you Aaron, I'm sorry. But I do. And it hurts so much that you are pushing me away!" Your eyes filled with tears and Hotch stood there, awed that you felt this way. But he couldn't let you in. So he took that final heartbreaking step.

"I don't love you." He whispered out. You had been standing and you took a staggering step backwards. 

"What?" Your voice was small.

"I don't love you Y/n." The lie was tearing him apart. Why was he doing this again?

Tears began falling down your face. You were upset and mad and heartbroken. And you were embarrassed that this man had this much of a hold on you.

"Fine." You sniffed. "If that's how you feel Agent Hotchner." He missed the way you said Aaron and flinched at the formal title. But this was what he wanted. "I apologize for the unprofessionalism." You turned to leave, but stopped when he spoke.

"Y/n…" His voice was small, strained. You wiped away your tears. When you looked back, his eyes were glossy.

But he didn't say anything else and you kept walking, slamming the door behind you. The bullpen silenced and everyone stared at you.

It was humiliating, but you walked to Rossi's office, your head held high.

"Rossi?" 

"Y/l/n, what's wrong?" He asked, like he hadn't heard the conversation through his shared wall with Hotch. 

"Can you please tell Hotch that I'm sick and I won't be in for a while?" Your voice wavered slightly, but you ignored it.

"Y/n-" he started, but you didn't feel like talking.

"Please Rossi?" You begged, praying he would just say yes so you could leave.

"Yes, of course." You nodded and thanked him before leaving. You slipped down to your desk and grabbed your bag. 

You didn't see Hotch standing in the doorway of his office, watching you as you left, tears silently slipping down your face.

Your teammates asked what was happening, but you just waved them off and left.

They all turned to Hotch, but he was already back in his office, his door slamming for the second time that day.

You wanna kiss the girl

A week passed, and you hadn't come back to work yet. Hotch wasn't sure what to do with himself. He hated what he did.

The team was confused, Rossi kept sending him angry glances, and your empty desk was haunting him.

And then, Jack asked that question. The question that broke him just a little more.

"Why doesn't Miss Y/n come over anymore daddy?" He had asked one night at dinner.

He didn't know how to answer. "Does she not love us anymore?" His eyes were big and glossy like he was going to cry. He decided not to lie to his son.

"Daddy made a mistake and Miss Y/n is just a little sad right now." Jack didn't understand what was happening, but he wanted to help fix it. His dad had been so sad these past couple of weeks and it made him sad. 

"Daddy, you have to say sorry! And you have to do what the song says!" Hotch looked at his son confused. What song?

"What song buddy?" He asked, pulling his son into his lap.

"You know, you have to kiss the girl!" He giggled like it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"The little mermaid song?" He asked, smiling at his son's innocence. 

"Yes, remember, you and Y/n were sitting on the couch before you left for work, and you were going to kiss her!" Hotch looks shocked, Jack was awake for that?

"Um, buddy. Me and Y/n aren't together." He sighed as his son deflated.

"But why? You love her. And she loves you." He spoke, confused as to what was happening.

"Um.." Hotch drew a blank. He couldn't give this little boy an answer. Not when it was his fault. Not when he was the one that had said no. 

It was a mistake, a huge mistake. He should have just told you.  Why hadn't he?

He should have kissed you.

The first time, or the second time. He should have told you that he loved you too. Was it too late? 

"Um, buddy, you know what? It's time for bed." Hotch put his son to sleep and called Rossi, asking him to come over.

He prayed he wasn't too late. Rossi showed up at his door 20 minutes later.

"Hotch-" but he knew.

"I know, I'm an idiot. But I have to go tell her I love her too." He was rushing, grabbing his keys.

"Atta boy Aaron." Was all Rossi said as Hotch ran out the door, jumping in his car.

He was sure he was going faster than the speed limit, but he couldn't care less. He needed to see you, and to be with you. To tell you that he loved you.

His car was barely parked when he jumped out and ran up to your door, banging on it.

You heard the noise wondering who would come over so late. You were shocked to find Hotch there as you opened the door.

There, you see her, Sitting there, across the way

She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her

"Y/n." Was all he said. You slammed the door in his face.  He began banging his fist in the door and you threw it open, again.

"Leave Hotch." 

"Please, Y/n, just hear me out." He begged. You hesitated, but moved to the side letting him in. You shut the door softly.

Yes, you want her, Look at her, you know you do

Possible she wants you too, there is one way to ask her

"What do you want, Hotch? What more could you possibly want?" He shook his head, holding his tears at bay.

"Aaron." He spoke quietly.

"What?" 

"Please, it's Aaron." 

"Agent Hotchner. You need to leave." But he didn't leave. He stood there and stared at you. 

"I'm so sorry Y/n." 

"Hotch, seriously, I can't do this. I can't." You tried to keep those tears in, you were tired of crying over him, but there was no point. You felt then slip down your face.

Words weren't working, he had already said enough. But he remembered Jacks words. 

The song.

Now's your moment, Boy, you better do it soon, no time will be better

She don't say a word and she won't say a word, Until you kiss the girl

He stepped forward and brought his hand up to your face. He leaned in slowly, and brought your lips to his. 

Your heart stopped, and you kissed him back desperately. You had wanted this for so long. You had waited for so. Damn. Long.

"Your so stupid." You murmured against his lips. He pulled away gasping for air.

"I know" his voice was beautiful.

You've gotta kiss the girl, Go on and kiss the girl

He leaned in again, kissing you like his life depended on it. He gently ran his thumb across your cheek as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you forward. He broke away a moment later.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I was an idiot. I love you." A tear escaped his eye, and you brushed it away. "I dont expect you to forgive me. I wouldn't forgive me if I was you. I was awful, and I never should have lied and said I didn't love you too. I shouldn't have pushed you away."

"Why did you?" He hesitated, he wasn't sure you would understand.

"The last time I let someone in my heart, she left. And then she got hurt because of me. I couldn't risk that happening to you." He shook his head.

"Oh Aaron. I'm not leaving. I don't ever want to leave you. I love you too much to leave." You paused. "And you can't hide and be scared to open your heart. Its okay to let people in." You added softly and he gave you a smile.

You both stood there in blissful peace, your foreheads touching. He chuckled and you looked at him confused.

"What?"

"I kissed the girl." You just grew more confused.

"What are you talking about?" You asked humor in your voice.

"The song. Jack said I had to do what the little mermaid song said." You understood then and began giggling. 

"Maybe, maybe you should do it again." You suggested, a smile on your face.

"Hmm, maybe I should." And he leaned in again for another breathtaking kiss.

.....................

"And that is how me and your dad got together." Your three kids sat in front of you listening in awe. 

"Wow, so Jack is why he finally told you he loved you?" Your middle child, Tommy asked. Jack laughed as he stood up, tapping your shoulder as he towered over you. 

"You could say that." Aaron said from the doorway, you turned, smiling at your husband. 

"Yeah, sure." You giggled and ruffled Jack's hair as you picked up your nine year old daughter, Jenna. Who, in all honesty, was almost too big to be picked up.

"Mommy, can you tell us that story every night?" She asked, and you smiled. 

"Of course I can sweat pea. But now, its bed time." You tucked in your kids, giving them each a kiss on the forehead before joining your husband in your room.

You plopped on the bed and curled up into his side.

"Hi sweetheart." He greeted you with a kiss, and he pulled you into his side. "You know, you didn't need to make me sound so…" he couldn't quite find the word.

"Stupid? Clueless? Dumb?" You asked, giggling as he began digging his fingers into your side, tickling you. 

"St-stop. Aaron!" You shrieked and he let up, but not before plopping on top of you. He began peppering kisses all over your face.

"I'm glad you finally told that story. Jenna has been begging for weeks" Your youngest had watched the little mermaid a couple of weeks ago and Jack had made a comment about one of the songs. Jenna had heard one word and was begging for us to tell her our "falling in love story", as she put it. 

You had finally given in and told them, and they had loved every moment of it. Jack of course had already known, having witnessed it. 

But Jenna and Tommy had loved hearing how their parents had fallen in love. 

And a week later when you walked in the living room you were filled with a sense of nostalgia as you saw Jack with Jenna in his lap, as Tommy and Aaron sat on the couch next to them. Watching, of course, the little mermaid. You plopped next to Aaron, smiling. 

As Kiss The Girl started playing.

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Spring breeze part.2 — Spencer Reid

Gif by @ssadrreid

Sumarry: Spencer never thought about falling in love with someone, but he certainly didn't expect that he would fall in love with Gideon's daughter. — season 3 —

Part.1 Part.3 Part.4

A/N: I was very happy with the return you guys had in the first part💖. I hope you guys like.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️ Couple:Spencer Reid / Gideon's daughter!reader.

Warnings: nothing, just very fluff.

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Spencer straightened his tie for the hundredth time in front of the mirror, in several unsuccessful attempts to exhibit his best that day. It was funny and ironic how, after so many years wearing dress shirts and a tie, the universe seemed to handpick that day to do - no matter how much Spencer tried to fix it - his tie looked weird. The fabric was too far to the left, or too far to the right, or too wrinkled in the folds. No matter how much he undid the knot or changed his tie, still looked strange.

What a nightmare.

Reid was barely able to sleep with the notion that he would see you today, his body being whipped assiduously by unsettling waves of euphoria, his mind whizzing like a propellant, anxiety screaming in his mind and sending his sleep for miles away. That morning, the world seemed to be more stuffy, hot and torrid, and for a second, Reid felt himself under the heat of Egypt instead of autumn in Washington.

He could feel his heart speeding up with the steps of the clocks, his breath running away from his lungs, a thousand and one speeches being revised in his head to try to lessen the likelihood of speaking some bullshit near you. Because he couldn't ruin that chance.

Spencer knew he was not the type of guy to have dates whit women like you every day. In fact, Laila had been the only stunning woman who had looked at him a second time. But, well, to be honest, he knew that all that affection she had directed him had been side effects of the transfer. He had been her hero and it clouded people's rationality. And, to his disquiet and to the dread of his insecurity, you were above the beauty of Laila on stratospheric levels.

To make matters worse, the damn tie wasn't good! God, he was screwed.

Spencer gave up on that impossible mission, settling for and conforming to what the tie looked like after the twentieth attempt. He wanted you to see him as a handsome person, a man worth wasting time with, not a boy who only served to be your friend. You were beautiful on so many levels that... well, Reid wanted you to be attracted to him, too, to simplify.

He stepped away from the mirror and slung his work bag over his shoulder, trying to control the pounding of his own heart.

On the way to work, trying hard to avoid thinking about what him looked like in that damned imperfect tie, Reid wondered, for a moment, if you too were under the same emotions. Did you change your clothes several times because you also felt anxious too? Could it be that, like him hands, yours also trembled? Or, if he was lucky, was your heart beating as hard as him?

He hoped that was yes.

As soon as he entered the BAU headquarters, with anxiety as his chaperone, Spencer sat at his own table while pouring a “Good morning” to his colleagues.

“Arrived early.” Derek narrowed his eyes at him, in that suspicious look.

"I am never late." He was quick to hit and that caused his friend to raise an eyebrow.

"But you never be anxious to get here earlier."

Sometimes Spencer hated that his friends were profiles.

“I just like my job.” Reid started to unpack things of bag, trying to avoid the look of Derek who was still burning his back.

“Oh, I'm sure you like.” The double meaning in his friend's tone did not go unnoticed by Spencer, but he did not want to delve into the truths of that argument, much less think about it.

Emily and JJ arrived after a few minutes, with Garcia following behind and making their point that she was not to blame for buying those pairs of shoes, since they were practically begging her to take them. Normally, Reid did not look at the glass door whenever he heard someone approaching, or had a strong desire to see Gideon pass through them as well.

But that day... that day, seeing Gideon meant seeing you. And seeing you meant that you would go through that door. And going through that door meant that Spencer would see you come in. That was enough to make his gaze turn to those doors from minute to minute.

But time passed. Fifteen minutes flew by, then twenty, then thirty. Anxiety increased and now his agitated heart was tuned to his right leg, which did not stop quietly, shaking from top to bottom assiduously.

“What do you look for at the door so much, Reid?”

Prentiss asked the last question that Reid would like to answer, and that caught Derek’s attention, who, as expected, laughed amusingly and sank further into the chair, a sly, playful smile on his lips.

“Oh, he is expecting a member of the Gideon family.”

Spencer swore and, in that moment, he was never so jealous of ostriches for being able to stick their heads underground. If he were one of them, he would definitely do it.

“I'm not expecting Y/n.” he said, whit voice higher and thin than usual.

“But I didn't say it was Y/n.” Derek laughed and Spencer felt his cheeks go red.

This time he gave up hitting back, his let out a bad mood murmur and turned forward, forcing himself not to look at the door anymore. From that moment on, Spencer focused on focusing on the pile of reports in front of him, forcing his brain to disconnect from the things around him and concentrate on matters that demand his all attention.

The hours went by, faster this time, the case-free day was being used to finish late reports and giving the team time to recover the nerves and breath of the last case.

After noon, Gideon still hadn't arrived and Spencer started to feel slightly fearful. He was about to take his phone out of his pocket and dial Jason when JJ appeared, handing over more piles of reports to they that required to be finished today.

Derek gave a loud curse of annoyance, muttering something and back to writing again. Emily was used to the paperwork bureaucracy, but from the bittersweet and dissatisfied look on her face, Spencer knew that no one there shared the same delight him had with paperwork. He also knew that Morgan was exhausted because he had remodeled a property yesterday and was barely could to sleep, and Prentiss felt overwhelmed because she was dealing with problems with her mother and with the bureaucracy policy that Strauss pressed against her.

Then Spencer looked at the file stack itself. There was a lot of paperwork, but the amount of reports he would finish in two minutes was three times what his friends would finish in an hour. He leaned forward, looking over the table to see Emily and focusing Derek better in his field of vision.

“Do you guys want to give some reports? I finish faster anyway”

They agreed without hesitating or pretending modesty. Reid laughed, saying that his friends would owe him one, and went back to work.

After that, when Spencer finished the reports and lifted his head from the paperwork, the light in the world had dimmed to a dark blue hue, streaked by small, bright stars.

The breeze coming in through the large glass windows was fresh and invigorating, the scent of the night's wonderful promises was reminiscent of your perfume. And then he realized that neither you nor Gideon showed up all day. Something about him withered, the euphoria diminished until it became as small as the stars outside. The clock struck seven at night when Spencer got up and put his things away, millions of feelings buzzing in chest.

The unsettling sense of concern began to take place than had previously to been emotions of anxiety and excitement, and he pondered whether to ask Hotch about Gideon or to call himself. Reid looked around, looking under his colleagues, who were packing up to go home, and going up to Aaron's office. He could still see his figure under the marble table, the light from the room underscoring the serious and concentrated expression he directed to the documents. The air in that room looked different, maybe more dense, maybe more serious. But Spencer knew it was best to let Hotch do his own thing.

He ran the tip of his tongue over the corner of lips, reaching into his pocket and reaching for his cell phone.

“Hey, Reid." he turned toward Morgan, that signaled them to go to the elevator.

“Did you speak to Gideon today? Or did you hear Hotch say something about it?” The question came after he reached Derek, both of them walking out the glass door.

"Is it Gideon you're worried about or... his daughter?” He laughs shamelessly, pressing the elevator button.

Spencer stumbles over the words when says: “Wh-What? No. I'm just worried about him. It has nothing to do with… ”

As soon as the sentence was about to end, the elevator doors open. Instead of the usual void or presence of someone from the FBI, Spencer felt catatonic when he saw the female figure inside.

You.

In a burst, like a strong wind that blows and pushes things away, Spencer was struck by all the feelings and sensations that had been bubbling in his stomach all day. Euphoria, anxiety, insecurity and... animation. Suddenly, he was worried again about how he would look, what he would say, if he was presentable enough for you to look at him with... Well, Spencer didn't know how he wanted you to look at him, but he wished it were something that guarantee your affection.

He wanted to be something that excited you, that made your heart race. Just like his was now.

"Y/n...” He did not recognize his own voice. The intonation.

"Hey." You smiled genuinely, and it was able to make Reid's heart beat so fast that he feared you could hear. “I'm sorry I didn't show up and neither did my dad.”

“No problem at all.” He was sincere “Did something happen? Are you two okay? ”

The concern in Reid's voice was so palpable that you losing your breath. God, that man couldn't be real.

“I just remembered that Garcia is call me." Morgan tried to swallow a big smile “It was good to see you, Y/n.”

“Me too, Morgan.” You gave him a hand gesture that, for Reid, was lovely.

Spencer put his arm in the elevator door, preventing it from closing.

“Will you want to leave?” Always as solicitous as a gentleman.

“Oh no.” Now it was your cheeks that were softly red. “I came to see you actually.”

If nothing that had happened before was not enough to steal Spencer's breath, your sentence completed the mission. He put himself in an elevator, pressing a button and letting the doors close.

"I was going to bring my dad today, but ... well” You laughed “To put it succinctly, my dad has a list of things he wants to do before he dies, and one of them was rollerblading”

You and Spencer laughed. Half because he would have laughed at anything you said to see your smile, and half because he couldn't see Gideon having such a list. But he liked it. The feeling of knowing that Jason was having fun, enjoying life, not letting that job rip off all of his humanity, was comforting, joyful.

“Why do I feel this is not going to end well?" He joked too and you laughed.

“Because it doesn't end.” Your fingers ran through your hair “We ended up going to a place that had this, before he have work today, and he ended up twisting his ankle when he fell.”

You tried to no laught, because it was not something to play with, but after the fright passed and your father and you were entangled, they both burst out laughing. And now, reliving that, you didn't remember the hurt itself, but how great the fun between the two of you had been.

“He is fine?" But Spencer had a worried flash in his eyes.

“Oh, yes, the doctor said there was nothing much. He just needs to get some rest.” You smiled “I was going to call, but one thing led to another and when I saw it, it was too late to call. So I thought about coming in person.”

Spencer was known to have a photographic memory and a very high IQ, but at that moment, if then asked what you had just said, he would need a moment to remember. For the only thing he was concentrating on at that moment was the certainty that your smile could light up the whole of Washington. How your eyes held the stars' syntax and how the energy that emanated from you was... cheerful.

He realized that you were a cheerful person, outgoing and with an innate ease of making friends. You had that special touch that made people and the universe orbit around you. And Spencer knew it was one of the planets captured by your gravity.

"It is very sweet of you to come here to tell me that.” He smiled, but then realized what he had just said “N-not that you owe me any explanation! I just-I think it's cool that you worried and…n-not that I waited for you but… not th-that I didn't expect you too and...” Spencer stopped talking, giving up trying to find the right words to get him out of the mess he got himself into.

At times like this, Reid was used to people just dropping an embarrassed nod and leaving, or ignoring the avalanche of things he said. But as soon as the tone of your laughter echoed through the elevator and snaked through him body like a wave of energy, Reid looked at you more closely. You didn't give that embarrassed look, nor did you look sorry for him. You laughed lovingly and touched his arm.

"I was also looking forward to seeing you.” You summed up all of him thoughts in one sentence and freed him from all fears.

"Serious?" But disbelief was still present.

The elevator door opened and the two of you got out, walking to the exit of the building and being greeted by the cool, comforting breeze of the night.

“Yea.” You said as if it were obvious, “What do you think about going to a movie? It's not too late. ”

If Spencer had been told a few weeks ago that in a few days he would be on a date with the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, he would have scoffed. He would have thought it was a joke with a background of evil. Going out with girls was not on the list of things Spencer did regularly, but he was thanking any confusion or mistake the Universe had made to accidentally placed you with him.

To be honest, with you on his side, with you with him, Spencer felt like he had won in life. That all those years of school and university, when he only saw beautiful girls from afar and dreamed of what it would be like to have one this girls interest in him, had dissipated into the air. Dissolved in the breeze like smoke. During all the hours of film, the joyful and ecstatic conversations you both had after, Spencer could feel the connection in the air. Naturally, kind of magical.

Did he know you two days or two decades ago?

You told all of your adventures, all of stories, and listened carefully to every ramble and phrase Reid had to say. He felt, for the first time, completely important. As if everything he had to say was valuable as a diamond, rare as a tropical treasure.

He felt comfortable, relaxed, cheerful.

And when, at the end of the night while the two of you were walking along the lively and vibrant streets of DC, you took his hand and intertwined yours fingers, Spencer never felt so alive.

He had been born twenty-four years, but only now did he really feel what it was like to be alive.

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Hello! Part 2 to Atsumu's Everything Sucks, please? 👉👈

Everything Sucks! (Miya Atsumu x Reader) [Pt. 2]

Summary: He's confident and carefree yet when it comes to you, it's like the whole universe despises him...

Contain/s: screaming twins

A/n: Based on this scene <(Click here to watch it) from Burnsitown Comedy Show.

Waaaaahhh! You didn't know how happy am I when I recieve this! Thank you, anon! I actually change and remove a few lines from the video, so yeah... Here's part 2 of Everything Sucks! Hope you like it! (´；ω；｀)

Ps. Please don't do this in an elevator...

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The long-awaited nationals arrived. The whole team is pumped up to win the nationals that the others could hardly sleep from the excitement flowing through their veins.

Thankfully, Atsumu's wounds are all healed up before the nationals. Yet, his twin noticed that he was down ever since they've arrived.

"Listen 'Tsumu, just because they aren't comin' physically, doesn't mean they couldn't watch yer' game! Ya' couldn't blame them for havin' a family trip at the same date," Osamu was walking with his twin in the empty hallway of the place they are staying at for the nationals.

Their voices echoed throughout the empty hallway, Osamu continued, "Ya' know, they can watch this through live, right?"

Atsumu groaned at his brother's words. He knows his right, you can watch the game through television or phone. But Atsumu wanted to see you at the stands, cheering for him whenever he makes a service-ace or a no-touch ace, he wanted to point it towards your direction and say that it was for you. Or just seeing you smiling and cheering when team score a point.

Sadly, because of your family trip, you could (or might) only watch him virtually.

"I know that already, don't worry..." Atsumu said, still with a frown. A ding of the elevator echoed the quiet hallway, signaling that the elevator doors are opening.

'Hopefully...' Osamu sighed, he was crossing his fingers mentally, hoping that Atsumu's mood won't affect the game tomorrow.

The twins entered the elevator, they watched the doors closed until Osamu piped up, "Where's the buttons?"

Atsumu looked at the silver-haired wing spiker, confusion plastered on his face, "Ya' don't know? This is a voice recognition elevator, they have no buttons."

Atsumu pointed up at the elevator's ceiling, making Osamu looked up to see a metal-like circular device installed at the middle of the ceiling.

"Voice recognition? In an elevator? In Japan?" Osamu raised an eyebrow at Atsumu.

"Yeah," He nodded.

"Ya' ever tried voice-recognition technology?"

"No..."

"They don't do Japanese accents," Atsumu then looked up at the device on the ceiling of the elevator.

"Eleven!" He stated his floor to the device in his normal accent.

"Could you please repeat that?" A woman's voice speaks out of the device, speaking in English.

"Eleven!" Osamu commanded next, but no response.

"Eleven!" Atsumu also received no response, "Eleven!" He repeated, still no response.

Osamu exhaled, already getting annoyed, "Eleven!"

"Could you please repeat that?" The device repeated what it just said a while ago.

Atsumu exhaled in frustration and tried again slowly, "EL-EV-EN!"

Did they get a response? You guessed it, no.

Now, this is pushing the calm, silver-haired twin's buttons, "Whose idea was this?"

He is not planning to climb up the long stairs up to the eleventh floor just to reach their rooms, nope nuh-uh!

"Ya' need to try with an American accent!" Osamu cleared his throat, and said it with hope and confidence that the device would understand, "E-leven."

Atsumu looked at him with a 'wtf?' look.

"E-leven!"

"That sound Irish, not American..." Osamu looked at his twin, his forehead creases as his eyebrows furrowed at Atsumu's comment.

"No, it doesn't!" He looked up at the device on the ceiling again and said it in the same accent, "E-leven!"

"Where in America is that? Dublin?" Osamu shot Atsumu an annoyed glare.

"I'm sorry, could you please repeat that?" The device responded, making Osamu look away from the device with an irritated groan.

"Let me try an American accent," Atsumu cracked his fingers, before clearing his throat to speak, "Eelevin!"

Osamu looked at Atsumu with the same look Atsumu gave him a while ago.

Atsumu raised his voice a bit, making sure the device can hear him, "Eelevin!"

Osamu, then, butted in, not wanting to hear Atsumu's so-called American accent, "Are yer' sure yer' not from England?"

This earned a growl from Atsumu, "Then let's hear yer's, ya' smartass!"

"Please speak slowly and clearly," the device responded again, making Osamu go at the back of the elevator before coming back to his original spot out of frustration.

"Smartass!" Atsumu raised his voice at the device and spoke slowly.

"Ee-lev-en," Osamu says slowly, hoping that it will hear them.

Did they get a response? Yes.

We're they able to go to there floor? No.

"I'm sorry, could you please repeat that?" Osamu wanted to pull his hair out just because of this voice recognition device.

"ELEVEN!" Osamu yelled, but gets no response in return, he let a groan of frustration, "Listen, if ya don't understand the accent, go back to yer' home country!"

Atsumu let out a quiet 'oh', "It's that talk now, is it?"

"Oh, don't start, Mr. Loverboy who was sad because his crush couldn't come to his game! Don't be mean to the elevator," Osamu said, making Atsumu gasp in shock.

They both looked up again when they heard the device speak, "Please speak slowly and clearly."

Atsumu then yelled at the device in his accent, "Eleven!" No response.

"Eleven!" No response.

"Eleven!" Yet again, no response.

"Eleven!"

"Yer' just sayin' it the same way!" An irk mark appeared on Osamu's forehead. He is getting annoyed, frustrated. He just wanted to go to the 11th floor faster, whoever thought of this idea, they must've have fun on making people go crazy.

"I wanna keep sayin' it until it understands Japanese, alright?!" Atsumu barked back, earning a rolled eyes from Osamu.

Atsumu looked up at the device, "Eleven!" Nothing.

"Eleven!" Still quiet.

"Eleven!" Even when Atsumu's voice cracked, there is still no response.

"Eleven–"

"Oh, just take us anywhere, ya' cow! Just open the doors!" Osamu snapped at the device.

"This is a voice-activated elevator. Please state which floor would you like to go to in a clear and calm manner," it responded.

Osamu scoffed, "Calm? Calm?!" He looked at Atsumu in disbelief, as he points his hand at the device, "why is it telling people to be calm?!"

The blonde setter ruffled his hair, obviously pissed off, "because they knew they'd be selling this to Japanese people who'd be going nuts on it!"

"You have not selected a floor–"

"FU– YES, WE HAVE!" Atsumu glared at the device then shouted, "ELEVEN!!"

"If you would like to go out of the elevator without selecting a floor, simply say, 'open the doors, please?'" The twins groaned. Atsumu walked to the back of the elevator, trying to calm down, inhaling and exhaling the oxygen out of his mouth and nose.

Osamu tiptoed and said, "Please?" No response.

"Please?" Silence.

"Well, screw ya'" Osamu isn't having it. He just wanted to get out of this damn elevator and go risk his life climbing up the stairs.

Meanwhile, Atsumu walked back to his original spot, "Maybe we shouldn't just say please..."

Osamu raised an eyebrow at him and pointed at the device, "'m not begging at that for nothin'" The blonde setter bit his lip, refraining from blowing up.

Atsumu look back at the metal, circular device on the ceiling, fluttering his eyes, and begged, "Open the doors, please?"

"'Please' pathetic," Osamu mocked Atsumu, gaining an angry dagger from the twin setter.

"Please remain calm," that's the last straw from Atsumu.

He grunts angrily, slapping his legs out of anger, "OH! MY! GOD!" He gritted his teeth, "YA' WAIT UNTIL I GET UP THERE!"

He marched behind Osamu and jumped on his back, "What are ya–"

"Just wait for it to speak!" Osamu shuts up, silence filled their ears for a bit until the device speaks up.

"You have not selected a floo–"

"SCREW YA', YA' COW! IF YA' DON'T LET US THROUGH THOSE DOORS, 'M GONNA COME TO AMERICA! 'M GONNA FIND WHATEVER ACTRESS GAVE YA' A VOICE, AND 'M GONNA GO ON AN ELECTRIC CHAIR FOR YA'!" Atsumu threatened the poor device.

Osamu who's carrying his twin, yelled, "JAPAN, YA' BASTARD!"

Atsumu began to scream Japan at the top of his lungs, soon then Osamu joined in the screaming.

"FREEDOM!!" They scream simultaneously.

They screamed "freedom" for a while until a ding from the elevator doors can be heard. The doors opened revealing their captain, Kita, and a little kid holding... Your hand.

They both freeze at the sight of an embarrassed and angry captain and a confused you. Quickly, Atsumu scrambled down of Osamu's back, red cheeks clearly shown on his face.

Looks like the universe did Atsumu another embarrassing favor by making your family going on a trip to Tokyo and meet him in that state...

Osamu pretends to look at his nails, whistling as if nothing happened, while Atsumu smiled awkwardly, laughing off the event that happened earlier.

"Goin' up?"

Somebody, just kill Atsumu from the embarrassment and fear he is experiencing right now...

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[vicsdeangelis]

OOOOO so I saw your recents and I obviously had to hop on, I think Ethan is a cuddle buddy, like imagine being in a cuddle three some with Vic and Ethan all together and its cold outside and they're just snuggled up next to you as a warm fire is in the background, I'm in a fluffy mood right now

Flying to Paris was a bit of a last minute decision, and, as such, no one in their team would have a way of knowing to book a separate room for you at the same hotel they were staying in.

You told Leo it was no problem at all when you found him after the concert, giving him a quick hug before letting him go, as he seemed to be busy as always. Left alone, you looked around in search of the band.

They were never easy to miss, but that day especially finding them was the simplest task. Half of it was due to the way they carried themselves, their confidence always so eye-catching. Half of it, though, was because of Ethan's sparkly top, the shirt not letting them get away unnoticed by anyone. Truth be told, you were surprised he hadn't taken it off, as he usually did after gigs, but when a particularly cold breeze blew past you, you understood why he didn't.

You walked over to them, your feet carrying you to them faster than you even realized. They saw you almost too late as you collided with as many of them as you could reach in a sorry excuse of a hug. Quickly after gathering themselves, they surrounded you in an actual embrace, loving words coming out of everyone's lips.

You found yourself walking between Ethan, who had his arm slung over your shoulder, bringing you closer to him whenever he felt like there was too much space between the two of you, and Victoria, your arms linked in one another.

The six of you decided to separate. Thomas, Damiano, and Giorgia wanted to enjoy the Parisian night. Both men were still too amped up from the concert to go back to the hotel, and Giorgia seemed more than happy to accompany them. Victoria was the first one to say she was too tired, longing for her comfortable bed at the hotel. Ethan, on the other hand, just wanted some quiet after all the noise they made onstage. Before they could even ask you, you tightened your arm around Vic's and leaned into Ethan, telling them with no words who you'd be going with.

The walk to the hotel was longer than it would normally be, with fans stopping the two of them to ask for photos and autographs every ten seconds. You watched them from the sidelines with a smile on your face. Maybe the interruptions should bother you, but all you could feel was pride swelling in your heart, happy for all they had accomplished in just a few months.

Victoria had her head on your shoulder by the time you made it to the hotel, her eyes slowly opening and closing, like she was fighting off sleep. You felt bad for how exhausted she was, but you couldn't help but appreciate how adorable she looked. On the elevator, on the way to their floor, you kissed her forehead, just because you could. There were just the three of you there, so you didn't feel the need to hold back your affections. She nuzzled into your neck in response, making you giggle.

Ethan took most of her weight as you opened the door to her room. He lay her in bed carefully not to disturb her half-asleep half-awake state. You took care of removing her shoes and pants as Ethan prepared the covers to drape them over her. Soon enough, she was cocooning herself into the soft blankets. Ethan was faster than you, taking his phone out and snapping a picture of the scene in front of you. Adorable, you thought for the second time that night.

The two of you left silently, closing the door with care not to make much noise. In the corridor, he looked at you and asked where you would be sleeping.

"I'm sharing with you," you answered with a smile, as if it were obvious. He smiled back, his arm finding its place back over your shoulders, and led you to his room.

You kicked off your shoes once inside, watching Ethan lit the fireplace up. Romantic, you joked, earning a snort from him. The warmth of the fire started to engulf you, and you sighed in contentment.

You prepared for bed, which, for him, meant stripping of everything but his underwear – you laughed at the eggplant themed boxers, as you always did at his ridiculous collection –, and for you, it meant some comfortable pair of shorts and one of his shirts – Måneskin merch, you rolled your eyes fondly.

You got into bed, immediately seeking his warmth. His arms found you like you belonged there, being held by him. You threw your arm over his chest and made your face comfortable in the crook of his neck, the familiarity of his scent, of his body, being enough to lull you into sleep.

You could feel the pull of unconsciousness when you heard a knock at the door. You were happy to ignore it, but Ethan, who was still very much awake, reading one of his books, got up from bed as the knocks became more constant. You groaned, instantly missing him.

Victoria bardged into the room, still wrapped in the hotel's blankets. Her hair was a mess and you could barely see her face, disappearing into her makeshift shelter.

"I'm cold," she said miserably, walking further into the room, headed towards the bed.

"How? You are practically a blanket burrito."

She scowled at Ethan. "Next time you play in the freezing cold with your tits out."

He closed the door, knowing there was no way to send her back to her room. He didn't want to, either. If being there with you made her less miserable, he was happy to share his bed with one more person.

Vic let go of her blankets to get under the one you were sharing. She slid next to you, pressing her chest against your back, her legs linking with yours, her lips close enough to the back of your neck to make a chill run down your spine, and her hand comfortably placed on your hip.

Ethan made his way back to bed, scoffing at Victoria's almost possessive attitude. He murmured something about "not hogging her all to yourself" in her direction. She responded by pulling you even closer to her, a satisfied yet sleepy smile on her face.

Once fully in bed, book discarded on the bedside table, you immediately found your way back into his embrace. He placed one of his hands on your hip, over Victoria's, and linked their fingers together.

Vic had fallen back asleep almost immediately, the warmth of your bodies next to her giving her the comfort she needed. Ethan was still fully awake, but with eyes closed, like maybe if he pretended to sleep it would actually happen. You were in the middle between the two, in more ways than one. You felt your eyes heavy, begging you to close them and give in, but your mind wasn't completely ready to let you go.

Between Victoria's snores, the beating of Ethan's heart against your hand, and sound of crackling fire, as sleep was almost winning you over, you thought there was no place you'd rather be than right then and there, feeling the warmth of the two people you loved the most.

[maddieinwonder]

Bait & Switch

Spencer Reid x GN!BAU!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None, super fluffy 

Word Count: 3.5k words 

Plot: Reader reveals that they’re going to buy a Nintendo Switch so Spencer invites them to go together with him. In the process, some feelings reveal themselves.  

Author’s Note: My first time writing about Spencer, and actually, my first time writing a fic in a long time haha. Just imagine that this takes place in 2017, although you don’t have to know anything about the Switch in order to read this.

Masterlist

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"What's got you in such a good mood, baby?" Derek asked, leaning over his chair. Even without looking up, you could feel the smirk that decorated his face. After almost a month at the BAU, you didn’t need to be a profiler to expect this much from Derek. "Got a date this weekend?"

You tried to focus on your paperwork before relenting, rolling your eyes. Still, you couldn't hide the smile in your voice when you shot back a reply. "With this job? You wish, Morgan."

"Give yourself some credit, beautiful. With your looks I'm sure you could score a good looking fellow for a night you won't forget."

"I'm sure you would know all about that," you replied, this time grinning from ear to ear.

Ever since you joined the BAU, your seat has always been across Derek Morgan. The guy was a terrible flirt but also one of the most trustworthy people you knew, so you couldn't keep up a sarcastic mood for long.

"Actually," you replied genuinely, "I'll be lining up this weekend to buy a Nintendo Switch." Out of the corner of your eye, you could sense Spencer stiffen in his chair next to you.

"A what switch?" Derek asked, his face scrunching up in confusion.

But before you could begin to reply him, Spencer rolled his chair over and opened his mouth. The both of you knew what was coming.

"The Nintendo Switch. A video game console developed by Japanese company Nintendo that's completely one-of-its-kind, on account of its console functioning like a tablet that can either be docked on a home console and linked to a TV, or used as a portable device with two wireless controllers so you can..."

Not being able to help yourself, you giggled at his info dump. You've always admired how much knowledge he could store in his big brain. But more importantly, you thought he was kind of cute like this. A fire would light in his eyes and it seemed like the world around him ceased to exist.

You only realised you were staring at Spencer when the last bits of his question registered in your mind. "...you going to?"

Blinking your eyes, you snapped to attention. Derek seemed to notice, because you felt his signature smirk return to his face.

"Which store are you going to?" Spencer repeated the question. Anybody else might be annoyed, but he only seemed mildly restless. A rare look for the unathletic genius.

"I'm going to the one three blocks down from here," you replied.

"So am I!" Spencer sat upright in his chair, beaming. You think that this is the most excitement he's expressed to you since you joined the BAU.

Then his confidence seemed to waver. He began tugging at the edge of his sleeve, eyes glancing to the side at nothing in particular when he asked, "W-would you like t-to go together?"

A smile spreads across your face before you can stop it. "Sure! Sounds like fun."

Spencer grinned back, and there was a moment of silence before Derek interrupted the conversation that he began. "Well, I'll leave you and lover boy to plan your date. I'm going to spend my Friday night at the bar."

Your heart thumped involuntarily at the word "date", while Derek turned to Emily. "Hey Prentiss, you want to grab a few drinks and dinner? I'm sure I can get the others to leave work for one night."

"Anything's better than this," Emily shrugged, lifting her mug of already-cold coffee.

Standing up to retrieve her bag, she smirked at you and Spencer, having heard more of the conversation than she let on. "Have a great weekend, you lovebirds. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

She and Derek shared a laugh as they moved towards the Batcave to retrieve Garcia next.

As you watched them go, you feel Spencer's eyes on you and a flush warming your cheeks. You knew they were just teasing you with the word "date", but the truth is you've liked the genius almost as soon as you met him.

You may not have an eidetic memory, but you could still remember the flutter of butterflies that exploded in your chest when you first laid eyes on Dr. Spencer Reid.

He had waved from a comfortable distance, the other hand tucked in the pocket of his dark slacks. He towered over you easily with curly locks that barely touched his sweater vest, and you swore you've never seen anybody more attractive in your life. His intelligence only added to your attraction. 

"Shall I pick you up at 7am tomorrow?"

You turned back to Spencer, who seemed even more nervous now that everybody in the bullpen had left. Yet what he was proposing was rather bold compared to his usual behaviour.

“Pick me up?” You repeated.

“It’ll be easier to find a parking spot that way, and the weather report predicts that tomorrow will be a sunny day, so I know you’d rather not walk three blocks to the store.” He rambled nervously.

“You know me well, Spencer.” A cheeky smile snuck onto your face, and in a moment of false bravado, you said what was on your mind. “7am. It’s a date, then.”

Spencer’s face turned beet red.

You didn’t wait to dwell on his reaction, dumping the last of your paperwork into a pile and picking up your bag. But as you walked to the elevator, you couldn’t help yourself from grinning ear to ear. It was a date. Kind of.

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You couldn’t sleep. You had gotten home earlier than usual, but the extra time to plan for your “date” tomorrow proved to be a bad idea.

What would you wear? What would you talk about? Should you extend it to a meal, or dessert, or maybe coffee?

Although you were confident in the moment, you were beginning to regret teasing Spencer before you left. You’d known him long enough to know how he reacted to embarrassment, and there’s a good chance he might back away because of your forwardness. 

You groaned, trying to get these thoughts out of your head. The reality of the "date" was sinking in now. This would be the first time that you and Spencer would be alone in a non-work setting. To say that you were nervous was a gross understatement. 

But there was something worse than showing up nervous, which was showing up nervous and sleep-deprived, so you turned off your bedside lamp and tried to will yourself to sleep. That's when your phone began to buzz.

You were so on edge that the sound almost made you fall off your bed. Turning over your phone, your heart leapt to your throat.

Spencer, 2:03am: Sorry to disturb you when it's so late, but I realised I don’t have your address. Could you send it to me when you're awake?

You gulped. Just relax, just relax, you repeated in your head.

Me, 2:05am: It’s alright, you didn’t wake me up. I’ll attach my address below.

Spencer, 2:06am: Thanks. Having trouble sleeping?

Me, 2:07am: A little

Spencer, 2:08am: Me too.

What was I supposed to reply to that? You silently screamed. But it turned out you didn't have to figure it out.

Spencer, 2:11am: To be honest, I'm a little nervous about tomorrow.

Me, 2:13am: Why?

Spencer, 2:15am: I suppose it’s because we've never spent any time alone before.

Hearing the genius act so shy made you feel a little more brave.

Me, 2:16am: Well, I'm looking forward to the chance

Spencer, 2:17am: I am too.

Despite your nerves, you smiled at his small confession.

Spencer, 2:19am: We should get some sleep.

Me, 2:19am: I’ll see you tomorrow. Good night, Spence

Spencer, 2:20am: Sweet dreams.

Your anxieties were washed away and replaced with the biggest smile on your face. Without knowing it, Spencer’s words rippled a sense of calm over you, and you fell asleep shortly after. 

The next morning, you woke up with a newfound clarity. You knew what you were going to wear. 

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Spencer couldn't stop tapping the edge of his steering wheel. He knew he was nervous, and admitting it to you last night didn't do much to stop that fact from eating away at him.

He texted you 3 minutes ago that he was waiting outside your apartment, but you hadn't replied. Although he knew that there were plenty of logical reasons why you might have missed his text, his hands didn't stop itching to call you and see if you were alright.

Then out of the corner of his eye, you emerged from the corridor and he felt his heart speed up.

You were wearing a blue flannel that he'd never seen you in before with a pair of dark jeans. Your hair, which you usually kept in a up-do at work, was let down in waves, touching your shoulders. And then there was the pièce de résistance, you were wearing a Doctor Who t-shirt with the TARDIS on it.

Hook, line, and sinker.

He didn't break his gaze on you the entire time you got into his car. Even when you beamed at him and wished him a good morning, a small yawn escaping your perfect lips, he was completely tongue-tied.

"Earth to Spencer," you called out, looking up at him curiously. "You there?"

Spencer shook his head suddenly, cursing himself internally for being such a doofus. "Sorry, uh, I was distracted. Good morning." He smiled sheepishly, tucking a stray hair strand behind his ear.

"Anyway," he cleared his throat. "I was thinking we could grab some coffee before we headed to the store? We can make it quick. I know there'll be some people already lining up."

He peeked at you rubbing your eyes and thought it was the cutest thing he's ever seen. “Looks like you might need it," he said without realising he'd just flirted with you.

You giggled, lowering your hands from your face. "Sounds great." 

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Spencer wasn't lying when he said it'd be quick, although in truth you could have taken all the time in the world and you would still be happy. The initial awkwardness between you washed away almost immediately as you fell into a quiet conversation about your favourite Doctor Who episodes. 

You wanted to commit the sight of him driving in the morning to memory. The sun had just rose, lighting a gentle halo around Spencer’s messy hair and sculptured face. He was wearing a bigger sweater than usual, the sleeves hanging around his wrists loosely. While his eyes were focused on the road, his lips parted slightly as he softly bantered with you about David Tennant. 

You felt an overwhelming urge to reach out and kiss him despite the driving hazard. And despite the fact that you’ve never kissed him, of course. But you could hope. And hope you did. 

Your hope had grown when he parked in front of the coffee house you’d once mentioned was your favourite. Spencer made your coffee order perfectly and you had found yourself hoping that it was because he’d paid extra attention to you, and not because of his brilliant memory. 

And when you reached the video game store and he opened the door for you, you hoped it was because he wanted to make a good impression, not only because he was a gentleman. 

And when he stood between you and a video game rack in line, you hoped that he was trying to shield you from the other people in the store, and you hoped that he was thinking of pressing you against the rack and kissing the daylights out of you. 

You needed to get a hold of yourself. 

The conversation had swapped to the reason why you two were here in the first place, and you found yourself talking to Spencer about Breath of the Wild, a game that brought you back to fond memories of your childhood. 

“The Legend of Zelda was the first video game I ever played, on the first console I ever owned.” You shared, smiling fondly. “It was the video game that my brother and I bonded over, and we bought every game together since.”

Spencer nodded in rapt. You felt him leaning closer to you, although it may have been your imagination. 

“This is actually the first time I haven’t been with him for a new game,” you realised. “Due to our jobs, we haven’t seen each other in awhile, but we still text each other!” You tried to end on a lighter note, not wanting to bring the mood down on this “date”.

Spencer looked at you as if he wanted to say something, but he kept his lips shut. 

“What about you? What was your first video game?” You threw the question to him, trying to divert attention away from your sad-enough story. 

He blushed in response to your question and looked down at his black converse. You noticed he began touching his sleeve in a familiar motion and you looked at him suspiciously. “Spencer?”

“W-well, the t-truth is, I didn’t actually c-come here to buy a Switch, and I don’t play video games at all.“ The last part of his sentence came out rapidly. You might have missed it, if you weren’t already used to the tongue twisters he spit out on a daily basis.

“What?” You exclaimed a little too loudly, causing the other shoppers in line to glance at you weirdly. “Then... Then what are you doing here?” You said quieter this time. Your eyebrows furrowed as your mind scanned the possibilities. 

“W-well, I, uh, wanted to spend time with you,” he blurted out. He raised his eyes to meet yours, his face completely red.

It was your turn to be flustered now. Your voice was quiet and you could feel your hands shaking. “Is this a date, Spencer?” 

“Only if you want it to be, I mean, I want it to be but your opinion matters to me, and I wouldn’t want to bring you on a date if you didn’t want to. We can just hang out like friends if that’s more comfortable--” 

You grabbed his free hand, gently lowering it from where it was moving as he rambled, until your fingers were intertwined. 

“I would like it to be,” a large smile took over your face. You were a little teary despite how weird it was to confess your feelings for him in a video game store of all places. 

Spencer was quiet for a moment, squeezing your hand in return. “Would you like to go for lunch after this? As a date,” he clarified this time. 

"I would love that,” you beamed at him, “as a date.” 

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Spencer had always imagined the kind of girl he would fall in love with. Caring, intelligent, had an appreciation for classic literature, maybe. But when he saw you for the first time, every expectation he held flew out of the window.  

You were beautiful. Wavy dark hair tied into a high ponytail, wearing a navy shirt, and funnily enough, a beige cardigan and black converse. Morgan joked that it was like meeting Spencer 2.0, but he disagreed: the two of you were worlds apart. 

You were incredibly tech savvy, although not as much as Garcia, but certainly more than the rest. You loved the smell and taste of coffee without sugar. You were happy to hug everybody you met, from colleagues to victims. You didn’t like paperback so you read everything on a Kindle. 

But the biggest difference between the two of you, was that you were emotionally intelligent. 

All of your brilliance, combined with your PhD in psychology - having worked as a psychiatrist affiliated with Sex Crimes before joining the BAU - you were able to pick out the team’s moods from a single glance. It’s what endeared everyone to you immediately, and what made you such a great profiler.   

But the way you treated him was different. You just, listened to him. While everyone else had gotten into the habit of cutting him off or simply ignoring him when he opened his mouth, your eyes would light up instead. 

He could always tell you were listening because you would look into his eyes when he spoke, and you would ask him questions after he was done. 

It made him feel like the world around him ceased to exist, except for you. 

So he started studying your interests to grab your attention, trying to throw in a few jokes hoping to see you smile. It only took one month for him to seize his chance. Still, never in his calculations did he think you would say yes. 

He smiled at the thought, stroking your hair gently as you cuddled on the couch together, watching you play Breath of the Wild. 

After a more than successful first date, you had asked him to come over the next day to spend more time together. A month ago, he would have politely declined with an excuse like needing to read a new academic journal, but when he arrived at your doorstep he allowed himself to be drawn into your arms, relishing the giggle he earned as a reward for being hugged. 

“Damn it,” you grumbled quietly as you ran out of stamina scaling a cliffside for the fifth time.

Spencer laughed. Without a second thought, he pulled you closer and kissed the top of your head. 

In the background Link fell off the cliff once again, the game playing a sound that he came to recognise as Link dying. But there were no curses this time, as you had turned to look at Spencer, nothing but adoration in your eyes. 

“That was our first kiss,” you said so quietly and sweetly that Spencer’s heart melted at the sound of it. 

“First?” He took his chance, leaning closer. “You know, the usage of the word ‘first’ almost always implies that there will be a ‘second’ and a ‘third’ and a...” 

His voice trailed off as your fingers left the controller to touch his lips. Your touch was intoxicating and he wanted more. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, Spence,” you started, lifting your finger from his lips. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you-” 

“Don’t be sorry,” he managed to get out in a hurry before capturing your lips in his. He felt your astonishment at first, but you quickly lost yourself in the kiss as he brought his hands up to cup the sides of your face, deepening the kiss further. 

You finally broke apart after awhile, both panting for air and smiling widely. Spencer never thought he could be so lucky. “That’s the second one,” he said quietly, bringing up two fingers to indicate the number. 

You looked at him with love in your eyes and abandoned your controller on the table before throwing yourself at him, flattening the two of you against your couch. 

“Ready for the third?”

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Derek Morgan wasn’t an idiot. That’s why he could tell that something had changed over the weekend between his desk mate and boy genius. 

The two came into work together on Monday morning, which was weird in itself, but they also took every opportunity to stick to each other, from coffee breaks to disappearing for lunch and “asking” about paperwork. 

When they vanished for the umpteenth time that day for coffee, Derek leaned over Emily’s desk to confirm his theory. 

“It’s not just me. Pretty boy finally made a move, didn’t he?” He cocked an eyebrow. 

“Definitely. Those two are so obvious that even Hotch has picked up on it. From his office.” She quipped, grinning as her eyes moved to the scene behind Derek. “Speak of the devil.” 

Entering the conversation, Spencer did what he did best. “Did you know that ‘speak of the devil’ is the short form of the idiom ‘speak of the devil and he doth appear’? The phrase can be traced back to the 16th century when mentioning the devil was considered prohibited. In fact, when people were caught saying the phrase--” 

Derek caught your eyes drifting to look adoringly at Spencer. He couldn’t take this anymore. “So what happened between you two last weekend, huh?” he interrupted, smirking. 

Your reaction was better than he gambled. You turned a bright red and your eyes darted between Spencer and Derek in panic, truly flustered for the first time since he’s met you. But Spencer was strangely calm, his eyes travelling from his best friend to Emily in the background trying to stifle her laughter, while a small smile tugged at his lips. 

“We’re dating now,” he announced to the two a little triumphantly, while rubbing your shoulder as a peaceful gesture. 

Derek and Emily were stunned by their friend’s directness, only to be shocked out of it as Hotch walked by. “Finally,” he muttered, loud enough for them all to hear. 

You were the first to crack a smile, then the rest followed suit with laughs and congratulations. Hearing the uproar, Garcia and JJ peeked out of their rooms, joining in and demanding more details about this new but not entirely unexpected development. 

Amidst the chaos, Spencer laces his hands in yours and gives it a squeeze. For the first time in a long time, you feel unequivocally, unmistakably happy. 

[btsxmalereaders]

Grow Up

Pairing: Bang Chan x Male Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 981

🎵 Grow up

[You’re doing enough, you’re doing just fine. I know you and you’re trying your best right now. That’s all you need]

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As you finish drinking your 3rd cup of coffee of the day, a small wave of tiredness menaces to hit your body again. The dark circles under your eyes already gave away that these days haven't been good for you, and the way you moved and nearly slept on every spot you decide to take a break was enough for everyone to know that you were probably going through a rough time.

Truth is, balancing your part-time work and studies while being on finals was a complete nightmare. Your study sessions started to become more frequent and longer, and the only time you could actually spend in home were only dedicated to take showers while your boyfriend was working, and sleeping at late hours of the night, and just a few hours because you had to leave early to the university.

Your sleeping schedule was a mess and your body felt sore all the time. Your diet also started to be bad, which made you feel even more tired and weak. And for the cherry on top, you barely got time to spend with Chris; of course he did understand it since he was the most comprehensive person you've ever met, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. The only thing you've been wanting for a long while was to spend at least one day with him, to talk and maybe fall asleep between his arms.

As the clock strikes 3 p.m you collect your books and stand up, walking out of the library and deciding it was time to take a break and grab something to eat. Normally, you would eat whatever was on the menu on the cafeteria, but now you were in the mood for also taking a walk and clear your head for the first time this week.

When you're walking in the hallways of the building, your phone buzzes and a smile on your face appears almost immediately. Even though you haven't seen him these past days, Chris always made sure to leave you sweet and encouraging messages to go through your day, but this time you're surprised to see that he is asking you to drop by your shared apartment.

You quickly reply that you're on your way there, your mood changing drastically and your heart beating uncontrollably. You're almost running to the apartment once the bus stops to drop you in front of the street where your building is, and even take the stairs instead of the elevator to get there quickly.

Your legs are sore when you're at the door, but you think it is worth it when you see your boyfriend with the biggest smile and opening his arms to welcome you with the warmest hug. It is almost as if your worries vanishes when you're in between his arms, in his tight embrace, holding every piece of you and letting you breathe. To relax and melt in his soft touch.

"How is my baby boy doing?" He sweetly whispers to your ear, knowing you love that cheesy nickname.

His strong and captivating smell along with whatever is being cooked in the kitchen makes you feel happier.

"Good, now that I am finally hugging you." You answer and separate a bit to give him a kiss on his lips. He leaves many more on your cheeks and forehead before helping with your backpack and taking off your coat, making yourself comfortable and taking off your shoes before entering the living room.

"I made you your favorite," He says with the same big smile and marking those dimples you'd die for. "So go get a shower to relax, put on comfortable clothes and come back here to eat, what do you think?"

Without you even noticing, some tears start flooding your eyes and running down your cheeks, alarming Chan and make him feel worried.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" He asks, concerned, leaving caresses to your back and neck, trying to calm you down.

"I am just really tired." You murmur against his neck, drying your tears on his hoodie and pulling him closer to you, wanting more comfort.

He understands it, letting you vent and relax as he keeps caressing and leaving more kisses.

"You have had pretty bad tough days, haven't you? My poor baby," He mutters and separates a little bit once you stop whimpering, erasing every trace of tears on your face and softly smiling at you. "You are so strong and admirable, you're really giving all of you. You're doing well."

You two keep hugging for a while until you decide to do what he told you and clean your face. For the rest of the day, Chan makes sure you're happy and comfortable, talking about how his days have been and making lighthearted jokes that genuinely make you laugh; and he swears he couldn't be any more in love with you, with the way you open up at him, the way you cover your face when he comes up with cheesy pickup lines and the way you let yourself be vulnerable for him to take care of you.

He already called your boss to let her know you couldn't go to work today, and it's not like you could protest about it, you weren't in the mood for it anyway. Instead, you put on your pajamas even if it's barely five p.m and cuddle with Chan on your bed, letting him hold you close and profess his love for you with sweet whispered words to your ear, making you feel butterflies in your stomach.

As you both expected, you fall asleep pretty quickly, and Chan takes a few minutes to admire every single detail of you, feeling truthfully happy and in love; that warm feeling settling on his chest and making him realize how much you mean to him, that there's nothing he wouldn't do for you.

[love-hatred-stuff]

Title: ᵗʰᵉ ʲᵉᵃˡᵒᵘˢ ᵗʸᵖᵉ} Choi San [ateez]

genre: angst, fluff

warning(s): anger issues, possessiveness, San accidently hurts you(lighlty), a bit suggestive, a lot of swearing

word count: about 2.4k

Y/N's POV:

Me and my friends, Wooyoung, f/n and Seonghwa were in a luxurious club, dancing and having fun all night. While Wooyoung and I were sitting on the red leather couch, the other two were dancing wildly on the dance floor to the loud bass music. It gave me chills and I smiled in Wooyoung's face.

"We should meet some time alone again!" He almost screamed so I could even understand him due the noise around us.

"I'm not sure if San will allow me, but sure! It was a whole torture to persuad him to just let me out with you guys."

I slightly rolled my eyes at the memories of the conversation I had with my boyfriend San about this. It really was so exhausting to talk about something like that with him. He was the jealous, overprotective type and his possessiveness were slowly getting on my nerves.

"I'll have to talk to him." Wooyoung yelled again and smiled a little awkwardly. He was surely very good looking and my guy best friend but sometimes he overdid his confidence. I liked him anyways.

"But then he'll beat you up, you know that?"

I stopped counting how many guys he had defaced because they looked wrong at me or complained about his behavior and how he treats me. It was pointless to even try to stop his anger issues when it's about me.

We started dating almost a year ago and he still had these habits.

"That could possibly happen, good, that I'm a man that has muscles and goes to the gym also." He winked at me while smiling.

He always was the flirty type but I knew he wouldn't dare to do anything I don't want. And I also knew that he loves me but just as a best friend. He's more like a brother than to me a boy I would date.

"Good luck then, Woo. You know San is experienced when it's about beating someone up." I reminded him in a joking way but we knew that I was damn right with this point.

"We will see if I can do anything." He ended this topic.

"Does San know, you're with us at a nightclub?" He mentioned his name again.

"Better, he'll fucking never finds out." I smiled a bit intimidated at the thought of if he'd find out.

"Okay, let's enjoy the rest of your life then. Come and dance." He stood up again and pulled me with him on the dance floor.

I just laughed and did what he said. Therefore I went out with my friends, to have a bit fun again. Not that I wasn't happy in my relationship with San, but he always wanted me for himself and I needed for at least a few hours a break after a long time of avoiding boys all day long.

Now everyone around me was absolutely living for the moment and I missed this feeling so much.

San was also out, but doing business instead of having fun.

After hours passed and it was getting later & later, we were getting more tired each second so we decided to end this beautiful night. F/n and Seonghwa drove home in one taxi as me and Wooyoung did the same.

They weren't actually dating, but I knew f/n had feelings for my good friend Hwa since High School.

The ride didn't take long since we had stayed in town and soon arrived at my apartment. I hugged Wooyoung goodbye and stumbled into the apartment's elevator to reach the right floor faster.

I pressed the button for the fourth floor and after a few seconds and a few more steps, I was able to open my apartment door.

I sighed, so relieved that I could take a quick shower and enjoy my lovely bed. To be honest, I never knew if San was sleeping over or not. I was just guessing in this moment, that he would stay at his apartment tonight and walked into my bathroom, taking off my skater dress.

Before I stepped in the shower I looked in the mirror and noticed that my hair was kind of a mess like my eyeliner was, through all the dancing and stuff. After I separated myself from my underwear I could finally enjoy the warm water hitting my small but feminine body.

I was too exhausted to take a long shower and just washed my body and hair quickly, got dressed in cute panties and one of San's white shirts which went up to the middle of my thighs, covering my breasts that were braless.

I wished just in this moment that he would be here, seeing me like this. He loved me in only wearing his tees and my panties. He would fall all over me right now.

I smiled brightly at my imaginations of my boyfriend living rent free in my head. I was really proud to have him. He was pretty popular and so damn handsome that every girl that hadn't a boyfriend, had from at least a little one to a huge crush on him.

But he picked me, the bookworm, which didn't mean I was automatically good in school. I was okay but nothing more.

My ego was just too big to let anyone of the teachers tell me what to do. Everyone said I was so pretty, I could be a model if I were just a little taller but I also had my failures and insecurities. And that was totally fine because I am just a human too. San taught me how to accept and love myself and I was so thankful for it.

When I wanted to crawl into my comfortable bed, I suddenly noticed a tall figure standing in my bedroom.

"My god San! You wanna kill me here?!" I breathed out heavily as my heart was already racing.

"Where the fuck were you so long?" He asked now with a deep but angered voice. And I didn't miss the anger building up in his eyes.

"Out, you know." I just said and laid on my bed, ready to sleep.

"I know. But you didn't told me you were gonna be out till after midnight!"

My eyes scanned his face, waiting for his next move.

"I told you to not be out late and amuse yourself with boys."

I let out a "Pff" sound and closed my eyes, not wanting to believe what he just said to me.

"Y/N!"

"Yes! I know waht you told me but I wanted to have fun once, without you ruining my night okay?! And I would never "amuse myself" with other boys but you in that way! Now shut up and turn the light off. I'm tired of your shit!" My words came out more harshly than I wanted them to be but I wasn't gonna take it back.

So I just closed my eyes again and covered myself up. But nothing moved or sounded like he would do anything.

"What do you mean by that?" I heard his weak voice speak quietly.

Oh god no. I feared this tone so much.

He was usually more a tough guy who didn't show his emotions much to anyone but me. And most of the time he acted all strong around me too, but sometimes his heart just couldn't handle me if I prevailed with a loud voice and harsh words.

And his wound point was when I would mention anything about a break up, even in the slightest.

"Go to sleep, San." I told him in a rather cold tone.

I wanted to avoid a conversation about this and just fucking rest. I really wasn’t in the mood to stand this right now.

"Not until you tell me." He stayed stubborn.

I sighed and sat up straight so I could look at him again.

"Nothing. I'm tired. Could you?" I was tapping on the empty bedside where he was supposed to sleep. I saw how his blue eyes slowly got teary. Fuck.

"Did you mean you're tired of me?" He asked carefully, trying to hold back his tears.

"Noo... I meant that I don't want to be suppressed by you anymore. You always tell me to stay away from boys and I do. Nothing to worry about, right? So the problem is solved. Now sleep San, please." I begged and patted on the mattress again.

"I just don't want anyone to have you like I do. I thought you wanted to be mine also." He looked down.

"I do all of this because I love you so much that I would die for you. I'll do anything but please tell me you're not going to leave me." He pleaded and a tear escaped his eye.

It was rare that he cried but when he did he was really scared. He was scared that I would leave him.

"No I'm not going to, San..."

"You never call me just San." He looked up again with sad eyes, digging into my aching heart.

I thought I dreamed when I heard him sob so softly that my heart began to ache.

"I'm sorry baby, but I am still a bit mad. But I will never leave you, okay?"

He just hummed and layed down on the bed. I covered him with the blanket and stroked through his soft hair before I leaned back again.

I breathed out at his please and kissed him with a bit more pressure.

"Don't cry. Everything's alright baby." I said in a calming voice and turned the last lamp off.

"I'm sorry Y/N, don't be mad at me, you know I can't stand this." He pleased again, gripping my small waist with his hand and pushing me against his hard body.

"Give me my goodnight kiss." He said and looked at me, perking his lips.

I decided to give him one as a treat and turned around to peck him on his lips.

"I don't like short pecks, you know that Y/N." He frowned immediately.

I sighed out and kissed him again, with a bit more pressure.

"It's fine, for now." He was finally satisfied.

And finally we could fall asleep in each other's embraces and get the rest we deserved.

▪︎▪︎▪︎

San's POV

I woke up next to my princess and instantly had to smile.

She was my everything, I was so lucky to have her in my arms.

When my hands slowly caressed her waist up and down, I noticed that she only was wearing her light pink, favorite panties and a white shirt of mine that had slipped up to her upper buddy.

Her ass pressed against my member and I felt how I hardened at this feeling.

Always when we woke up like this I got a morning boner.

Luckily she helped me most times.

But what about today? We kind of fought yesterday, before we got to bed.

I would like to deny it but I fucking cried because of her words.

It was rare but sometimes when she was mad at me, she said words she didn't really mean and I can't stand it if she mentions something that would lead us to break up eventually.

I wanted to keep her forever. I wanted to marry her one day and spend the rest of my life with her.

I would do absolutely everything to prevent that we had to part. That's why I was pretty possessive and "overprotective" over her.

But it didn't matter to me as long as she didn't have much to do with other boys.

Though she actually hated that. She wanted her freedom.

Although it was important to me that she was happy, I wouldn't stop watching with who she was hanging out with.

She let out a sweet groan at my touch and took my hand on her now naked stomach, signalling me that she was wide awake now.

"You're not mad anymore, are you?" I asked with a husky morning voice.

"I can feel your boner, San." She just ignored my question.

"You are so damn hot babe.. How am I supposed to not have one when your cute ass is pressed against it?"

She giggled cutely. Then she turned around and looked at me with her stunning eyes.

"Just take a shower with me, yeah?" She smiled seductively.

"Everything for you baby." I kissed her cheek.

We stood up together and walked to her bathroom.

•••

"San, why were you so rough?" She asked in a quiet voice as she walked out of her room into the kitchen where I was standing.

"I'm sorry." I replied.

"I'm sorry? That's all?" Now she sounded really sad and looked at me with watery eyes and pouty lips.

But I had my reasons and it wondered me why she didn't know why already.

"Oh, you fucking know. You're mine and I had to show you that. As you always forget about it." I spoke in a monotonous way.

"I like it when you go rough sometimes but not when you start hurting me. You bruised my sides, San. What is wrong with you!?" She whined, now even more upset.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you baby." I stepped towards he and tapped her shoulder in apology.

"It's okay. I will meet up with Wooyoung today." She told me as if it was normal for her to meet up with him.

As if she didn't know that I would freak out at this.

"What the fuck, Y/N!? You will not." I tried to suppress an aggressive tone.

"I'm kidding, San. God, you're so controlling." She rolled her eyes back.

My eyes widened again at her statement.

"You're kidding?" I wanted to make sure, a bit to blended from all this stuff going on to even think straight and be able to follow her words properly.

"Yeah, it was supposed to be my revenge, idiot." She snapped again and walked away.

"Don't call me that!" I told her.

She was never this disrespectful. What the heck was going on?

"Y/N? What is it, huh?" I tried to sound soft but obviously failed.

She breathed out heavily, telling me how annoyed she was by now.

"Either you go and leave me alone or..." She bursted out.

My heart stopped for a moment just to start racing rapidly a second later as I realised what she implied to say.

"Or what?" My voice shivered already.

"Or we take a break." And my heartbeat stopped a second time.

"We just had sex and you're telling me, you wanna take a break?" I asked shocked.

I wished this was just a stupid nightmare of mine, because for me it really was at that point.

"Do you love me, San?" She suddenly wanted to know.

"What? Of course I do! I told you last night."

I was so confused and overwhelmed with this situation, I thought I forgot how to breathe properly.

"Why do you try to control me all the time if you really do?"

"That's the thing Y/N. I do that because I love you too much to let some boy near you." I tried to explain meaningfully.

But she was still quietly standing in front of me.

"I'll let you go with him for two hours, okay?" I thought the best thing to do is to give her what she wanted.

I almost missed that tears rolled down my cheeks. I was so damn emotional when it was about her.

"Please say something, love." I begged. Silence was never a good sign.

"I love you too. But you have to promise to let me go out more often. I don't care if it's with you or with my friends but I want some free time." She finally explained.

In the next second she was in my arms and hugged me tightly.

"I promise, Y/N. I love you."

The picture & gif are not mine, credits to the owners

[cyberwolfwrites-fanfiction]

quiet day

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30435417

words: 4,462

summary:

In which Peter has his quiet days and some bad days.

And meets some people on those days.

(Might become more than a one-shot in the future.)

Peter sighed in relief as the car door shut behind him, muting the sound of the rain and hundreds of teenagers rushing out of the school. The post-school day rush usually didn't bother him anymore, but he'd woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. He'd been up all night finishing his English essay after a particularly rough patrol, and he'd woken up nearly an hour before his alarm was due to ring because of the couple two floors down fighting.

It wasn't just the sleep deprivation that had him all out of sorts, either. Living with little to no sleep was the life of a high school student (and a friendly neighbourhood superhero), and was relatively easy to deal with. However, Mr and Mrs Fights-A-Lot's loud disagreement had set the mood for Peter's day—loud and intense.

Ever since the spider bite, there were days where his senses seemed to be dialled up to eleven (more so than they already were, that was). Every little noise would just seem just a bit too loud, just a bit too grating on his ears, the usual smells of New York would make his stomach churn, the sun would just seem a little too bright and the clinical-like lights at school just a little too intense. The day, most often than not, ended up with him curling up in a ball of misery with a migraine.

Today was no different despite the rainy day. Rainy days usually calmed him. They meant curling up in Ben’s old chair with Ben’s old blanket, with Ben’s special hot chocolate (the secret was a small scoop of vanilla or chocolate ice cream), and movie marathons with May (since Ben was gone). Recently, the rain typically meant a reprieve from the loud sounds and smells of New York, but today all it managed to do was make every bad smell, every clinical-like light in school, and every sound seem so much worse and grating against his senses.

“Hey, Happy,” Peter mumbled after crawling into the car. He curled up on the leather seat and rested his forehead against the cool glass of the blackout windows, which blissfully blocked out most of the grey-filtered light from outside.

“Hey,” Happy greeted him. He’d become much more friendly with Peter ever since they (meaning Peter and Tony) started to have lab days together at the Tower and Happy ended up driving Peter to and from school at least three days a week. “Don’t forget your seatbelt.”

Peter fumbled with the seatbelt as Happy pulled away from the school before curling back up in a ball and huddling into his hoodie.

As Happy’s car was modified by Tony, that meant that the windows were tinted, it was sound-proofed, and it somehow managed to smell like fresh, cool air. All of this was bliss to Peter’s oversensitive senses, and by the time they reached the Tower, Peter had managed to drift into a light sleep.

"Kid, you mind if I drop you off out front?" Peter startled at the sound of Happy’s voice and his migraine came back full-force. "Boss needs me to pick up some things for him."

"S'fine," Peter mumbled groggily, having to force the words out as he tried to gather his bearings. He slung his bag over his shoulder and reluctantly dragged himself out of the car and into the cold downpour outside. He shivered and pulled up his hood, but it was no use—it was raining cats and dogs outside and he was already soaked through the moment he stepped out of the car. Due to this, Peter didn't bother rushing into the Tower, simply not able to muster up the energy to do anything other than shuffle to the door.

It opened at his presence and shut behind him, gaining the attention of some of the staff. One of the desk clerks—the one Peter could never get along with—glared at the puddle of water he was trailing in and made a rude comment under her breath that he could hear clearly despite his migraine. Peter would have apologized for the mess but he couldn't form the words; it felt like they were lodged in the cotton-like feeling that had taken residence in his mouth. Instead, he just self-consciously tugged his wet hoodie sleeves over his hands and headed to an elevator tucked away in a corner of the room. It was one of the only ones that had access to Tony's personal labs, the Avengers's old floors, and the penthouse.

Like the front doors, it opened at his presence, but only because Friday gave him access. As far as Peter was aware, only Tony, Ms Potts, Happy, May, Colonel Rhodes (who Peter had yet to properly meet), and himself had access to this elevator. It had drawn him some odd looks when he first started hanging out with Tony, but now no one gave him a second look.

"Hello, Peter," Friday greeted him once the doors slid shut behind him. Peter closed his eyes and leaned against the cool metal doors, trying to ignore how the walls threatened to crowd around him.

"Hi," Peter managed to force out. His voice was quiet and strained, even to his own ears. It felt like he was being strangled.

"Where would you like to go, Peter? The penthouse, perhaps?" Friday suggested with a tinge of worry in her synthetic Irish-lilted voice. While not as warm or curious as Karen was, Friday was still kind and caring in her own way, even if her voice tended to sound reserved at times. She really only spoke openly to those Tony was on good terms with, and Peter could still remember the cold yet snarky comment she made to Senator Ross when he kept hounding Tony for something about the New Accords.

"Mhm," Peter hummed as a response, thankful that Friday was intelligent enough to not need verbal commands, which meant that he didn’t have to force more words out of his mouth. He tugged at the wet sleeves of his sweatshirt again in an attempt to self-soothe the anxious feeling creeping up inside of him. The hoodie was big on him even though it had belonged to Tony when the man was his age. Peter wondered if Tony had gotten it in a few sizes too large to bring him comfort from being away from home and attending college where everyone was older than him.

The thought made him feel marginally better.

It didn’t take long for the elevator to reach the penthouse and Peter clenched his eyes shut as the lights automatically turned on, hissing out a pained breath. Without having to ask, Friday automatically dimmed the lights for him. Instead of forcing himself to speak, Peter rested his fingertips against his lips before pushing his hand down, signing “Thank you” to Friday since it would’ve been rude not to say anything since she thoughtfully dimmed the lights for him.

“You are welcome, Peter,” Friday said, her voice much quieter than earlier. She had no doubt picked up on the fact that his senses were overwhelmed and he felt gratitude well up in him. “Would you like me to inform Boss of your arrival?”

Peter just shook his head and stumbled in the direction of the living room. He dropped his backpack and shivered slightly before his eyes fell on one of Tony’s hoodies laying on the back of the couch. After a few moments of deliberation (in which he determined whether it was worth the effort of making his heavy limbs move to pull off his wet hoodie), Peter just stumbled over to an armchair and pulled a throw blanket over himself. It smelled like Tony—coffee, motor oil, and a faint whiff of no-doubt expensive cologne—and it had Peter relaxing marginally, the behind his eyes almost seeming to dull at the face of the scent he’d started to associate with home and safety. He cuddled into the warmth of the throw, not able to bring himself to care that he was getting it and the armchair wet, and allowed his eyes to drift shut.

Only to be startled awake after what felt like five minutes. Peter couldn’t help the frustrated whine from leaving his throat, and to his horror, he felt his eyes prick with tears. He was so freaking tired and frustrated and he had a migraine and his senses felt wrung-out and he was so exhausted and every time he tried to sleep, someone woke him up! First, it was the couple from a few doors down, then it was Happy (not that Peter blamed him, the man had only been doing his job), and now it was whoever was talking extremely loudly.

When the voices became louder, Peter huddled into his blanket and sank further into the chair, hoping that it would swallow him up and make the voices stop. He clenched his eyes shut at the pounding in his skull and wished that whoever was entering the penthouse would shut up.

“Why are the lights so dim?” an unfamiliar voice asked.

“Fri?” That was Tony. Something in Peter eased at the sound of the man’s voice but his eyes continued to burn and his throat tightened.

“I believe Mr Parker is dealing with a ‘code eleven’, Boss,” Friday informed Tony, her voice as hushed as it had been earlier.

There was a pause and then Tony rounded the corner. “Pete?” Tony asked as he spotted him curled up on the chair. Peter wanted to say something, anything, but he couldn’t. It was like his voice had been stolen like he was Ariel from The Little Mermaid and he swallowed against the tightness in his throat as he peered up at Tony with stinging eyes.

“Intense day, bud?” Tony asked him, his voice hushed.

Peter’s jaw wobbled as he worked it open and closed, trying to form the words to tell Tony he was fine. Tony didn’t have to worry about him, it was only a little headache, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak. He wanted to let Tony know that he was fine, that he was just being silly, and that they should go down to the lab like they were supposed to do. They had a project due in a week for his internship—it had been made legit a few months ago—because they were already so behind. Last week, a wrench had slipped out of Tony’s hands and had clattered against the metal table, and to Peter’s enhanced senses, it had sounded like a gunshot. He had frozen, his mind flashing back to Ben, and he’d freaked out. They hadn’t gotten anything done for the rest of the day because Peter had been a baby and cried.

God, he was pathetic. Tony probably hated him, it was his fault that he would get in trouble for not turning in the project. Ms Potts was a real stickler for that since Tony spent so much time messing around with him in the lab. He couldn’t even make his vocal cords work to apologize.

Some of his inner turmoil must have been visible on his face because Tony crouched down and cupped the side of his neck with a warm hand and said, "No, don't apologise. You don't need to say anything, Pete. You're allowed to have bad days. Okay, bud? I'm not mad. If you’re upset about the project, don’t worry, I can move the date back."

Peter curled in on himself at Tony’s words—so understanding and nonjudgemental—and suddenly everything seemed so much more intense. The sounds of the Tower exploded in his eardrums, the whirring of machines, the ticking of clocks, and the buzzing of the lights sounding like crackling thunder. The minimal lights in the room burned his retinas and he clenched his eyes shut, which only made the discomfort of his damp clothes more apparent. His wet jeans grated against his skin and he felt like his sweatshirt, which clung to him, was suffocating him. He threw the throw blanket off him, nearly ripping it in the process, hoping that it would lessen the suffocating feeling.

His exhale shuddered, not really a sob but nearly there, and his hands clamped over his ears to try and muffle the suddenly intense sounds. Tony muttered something that Peter couldn’t decipher as he moved into the chair beside him—the armchair he was in was massive, almost as if it had been made for the Hulk, and there was plenty of space for Tony to sit next to him—and he choked out a sound as Tony’s warm, calloused hand tightened on his neck for a moment before he was being pulled into the man’s side. Peter’s curled into the warmth that was Tony, his fingers grabbing ahold of the threadbare fabric of his old band tee—the man must have been in the lab before he came up to the penthouse, otherwise he’d be dressed in office clothes—and he tried to stop the whine that was building in his throat.

One of Tony’s hands carded through his wet, messy curls before a set of headphones slid over his ears, blocking nearly every little intense sound from Peter’s ears. The relief from his most troublesome sense made it feel as if he blacked out for a moment and it took him a moment to realize that he was trembling. His fingers tightened in Tony’s shirt and his shoulders shuddered in a mixture of relief and the cold feeling in his skin and the anxious, panicky feelings that had been running through his veins like adrenaline for what felt like days.

Tony’s thumb rubbed against the corner of his jaw in a soothing motion and slowly as the panicky feeling drained from him, he loosened the tight hold he had of Tony’s shirt and the furrows between his brows smoothed. His fingers loosened their tight grip on Tony’s threadbare shirt, lying flat against his chest to feel the man’s steady heartbeat.

Thud-thud, thud-thud, thud-thud.

Tony’s chest lifted and fell against Peter’s hands as he inhaled and exhaled, seeming almost exaggerated. Instinctively, Peter began to sync his breathing with Tony’s. When his parents had first died, and when Skip happened, May and Ben had taken him to a child therapist. He had been prone to panic attacks and one of the ways his therapist taught him to calm himself was to sync his breathing with someone else’s. And so, feeling the expanding and contracting of Tony’s lungs beneath his hands, Peter’s own unsteady breathing began to level out.

After a few more minutes of feeling Tony’s soothing heartbeat and matching his breathing, Peter reluctantly leaned away from him and slid the headphones off one ear.

“Stai bene?” Tony murmured. Are you okay? Peter translated easily. He swallowed and tried to speak but the words still caught in his throat. Tony’s thumb brushed against the corner of his jaw again, and understanding that Tony didn’t need him to speak, Peter just nodded. He tugged at his sweatshirt sleeves and made a slight face as the damp fabric dragged against his cold and numb skin. Tony noticed. “Your clothes are wet,” he said with a frown, rubbing a hand against his arm in an attempt to warm him up. “Aren’t you cold?”

Peter sniffled slightly and he looked up when a sweatshirt—a red threadbare MIT one—moved into his vision. He started at the sight of who he recognized to be Colonel Rhodes, otherwise known as War Machine—or did he go by Iron Patriot?—or, most importantly, Tony’s best friend. The man wasn’t wearing his War Machine armour and he wasn’t wearing a military uniform, instead, he was in a long-sleeved thermal shirt and a pair of jeans, which were encased by the man’s leg braces, but Peter could easily recognize him from the pictures Tony had around the penthouse.

“Here,” the man said in a gentle voice. Peter blinked at him and realized that the unfamiliar voice he’d heard belonged to him, and now that he thought about it, he was probably who Tony asked to get his soundproof headphones as he was pretty sure they had been in his bedroom. His jaw worked slightly, he wanted to say thanks, but Tony did it for him.

“Thanks, Rhodey,” he said, clapping the man on the shoulder when he stood. Tony then turned to Peter, who slid his soundproof headphones around his neck. “Why don’t you go shower and change, bud? Those wet clothes don’t look comfortable.”

Realizing that Tony was giving him out, at least for a little while to gather himself in private, Peter did as he instructed, taking the sweatshirt from his hands and heading down the hall to the room that was designated as his. His shoulders met his ears as he felt eyes on him and he felt embarrassed for the event Colonel Rhodes just witnessed. Pathetic, his mind whispered. He tried to shove the thought away.

“What’s a ‘code eleven’?” Colonel Rhodes asked when his door closed behind him. Peter could hear the concerned words easily and he stilled, wondering what Tony’s response would be.

“The kid has bad days,” Tony told him in a soft voice. “He’s been stressed recently and he’s got sensitive senses, so a bright light or a loud noise probably triggered a sensory overload. He’s probably been dealing with it all day.” There was a beat of silence, an exasperated sigh, and Peter had a mental image of Tony running a hand down his face. “He’ll be fine after some rest and quiet.”

The tightness in Peter’s throat had diminished when Tony calmed him earlier, but it tightened again and his eyes pricked with tears at how understanding the man was. He’d easily guessed what was wrong, what had most likely set him off, and knew how to calm him down. He swallowed thickly and stopped listening as their conversation turned to other things.

Peter’s shower was longer than it usually was. He stood in the dark—the bright lights and the buzzing sounds of the lightbulbs were still too much for his eyes and ears, even dimmed—and allowed himself to cry. He knew that the tightness and the emotions wouldn’t just go away and that Tony wouldn’t comment on the redness of his eyes when he got out. Colonel Rhodes seemed too polite to comment on it, either.

Instead of pulling on one of his own hoodies or another shirt, Peter tugged on the hoodie Colonel Rhodes had grabbed for him, the one that he’d debated on wearing earlier. It smelled like Tony’s cologne and dryer sheets, and Peter figured that Tony had probably only worn it for a few minutes before taking it off. The comforting smell threatened to make tears prick in his eyes again but he’d all but cried himself out in the shower, so he just pulled the sleeves over his hands.

When he tugged on a pair of sweatpants and some socks, Peter just stood in his bedroom, debating on what he should do. Tony and Colonel Rhodes were talking in the other room, and knowing that Tony had been eager for his friend’s visit, he debated on whether or not he should bother them. But Tony had wanted him to meet Colonel Rhodes, that was part of the reason he was here today, and so he grabbed his soundproof headphones just in case and shuffled out of the room quietly.

They didn’t hear him walking down the hall—Peter had had a lot of practice being stealthy so he didn’t wake up Aunt May after patrol—and so he had a few minutes to watch the two men interact. They were talking about something inconsequential, simply chatting amongst themselves about something. Peter caught Ms Potts’s name, so they might’ve been talking about the company or how Ms Potts was. Tony was smiling that warm, happy smile he got when he was alone and not in public, and the sight of it made the tight feeling in Peter’s chest lighten. Tony was here, he was happy. A dark thought threatened to cross his mind, about how he was a burden and that Tony didn’t want him here, but Peter shoved it away. He was tired of the bad thoughts already. Tired of everything, really, but especially at the depressing thoughts. He was here because Tony wanted him here and that was what mattered.

“Hey, kid.” Tony happened to glance at the hallway and spotted him. He had a slight, reassuring but concerned smile and his eyes scanned Peter, looking as if he was looking for a hidden injury. Peter gave Tony an awkward quirk of his lips and he tugged at his hoodie sleeves nervously when Colonel Rhodes looked at him.

Peter waved slightly and Colonel Rhodes smiled, seeming a little amused. Tony urged him further into the room.

“How about a proper introduction?” Tony said rhetorically. “Peter, this is my best friend Rhodey, otherwise known at War Machine, so try not to fanboy too hard.” Peter rolled his eyes slightly even if he was fanboying on the inside, now that he could think clearly. War Machine~! Tony turned to Rhodey, throwing an arm over Peter’s shoulders. “Rhodey, this is The Kid.”

There were capital letters, Peter could hear it. Colonel Rhodes could, too, if the amused smile on his face was anything to go by.

Colonel Rhodes held his hand out for a handshake, which Peter took. “It’s nice to meet you, Peter, Tony’s told me a lot about you,” he said. Peter glanced at Tony in surprise. He’s told Colonel Rhodes about him? Peter opened his mouth to say something, but the words got caught in his throat. He still couldn’t talk. He didn’t really want to, either.

"Speechless, are we?” Tony teased lightly, though the glint of concern in his eyes told Peter that he understood. He’d had his own quiet days before. “Alright, kiddie, so I was thinking that we could have a movie day today,” Tony said, changing the subject. “Rhodey and I were thinking about the new Harry Potter movie and pizza, you in?”

Peter grinned and made a thumbs up. He’d been wanting to watch Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them since it came out.

Tony grinned back and ruffled his head. “Good, go take a seat. I’ll get the popcorn. You too, Rhodes.”

Peter followed Colonel Rhodes into the living room, curling up in his usual spot on the couch. There was a slightly awkward silence before Colonel Rhodes shifted in his seat, turning to face him.

“You’re good for him, you know,” Colonel Rhodes said. Peter looked at him with furrowed brows and the man elaborated. “Tony. He was a mess after Germany, I was afraid that he’d go back to drinking.” Peter frowned slightly; he knew of Tony’s past, it had come up often enough in the news and in magazines when he was younger and he’d been an avid Tony Stark fan even before the man became Iron Man, but he couldn’t imagine Tony turning to alcohol. The man barely drank around him, maybe a beer or two during movie nights, but there was no expensive, fancy liquor anywhere in the penthouse. Colonel Rhodes caught his expression and he smiled somewhat sadly. “I don’t like the thought, either. I was kind of surprised when he told me that he was taking a break from hard liquor, but then he told me about you and I understood.”

Peter was confused. What did he mean?

“Tony’s never really been one for big responsibilities,” Colonel Rhodes told him. “He’s good at his work, brilliant at it, but it was more of a chore at times than not. The first big thing that he felt responsible for was Iron Man, he felt he had a duty to protect after all of the lives he’d taken.” Peter was slightly conflicted. He could understand the duty to protect, he’d become Spider-Man for that very purpose, but he disagreed that Tony had been the one to kill all those people with his weapons. His name might have been on them, but he hadn’t been the one to fire them, to target all of those people. Colonel Rhodes gave him an understanding smile; he no doubt agreed with Peter’s thoughts.

“Then came Pepper and the Avengers, but you saw how that last one turned out. Helping me with my braces distracted him for a while, but I was afraid of what would happen when I was doing fine on my own. Then he surprised me by starting to talk about you. Eventually, he’d be mentioning you in all of our phone calls; ‘I’ve got this intern, he’s brilliant,’ or ‘The kid’s coming over today, we’re making a robot,’ or ‘Peter came up with a good way to stop your braces from locking up after standing for too long.’” Colonel Rhodes rapped his knuckles against his braces and said, “Thanks for that, by the way, they haven’t locked up since Tony upgraded them.”

Peter’s neck burned at the sincere thanks and he smiled shyly. Colonel Rhodes became serious again. “The whole point of this thing is that you’re good for him, Peter. He’s as sober as he’s ever been, healthy as he’s ever been, has been sleeping through the nights, and he’s not having as many three-day lab benders as he used to have. So thank you, Peter.”

Peter swallowed thickly. “H-He’s helped me, too,” he managed to say around the tightness in his throat. The only thing that belied Colonel Rhodes’s surprise at him talking was a single blink.

“You’ve been through more than the average teenager, haven’t you?” Colonel Rhodes said with keen eyes. Peter nodded and the man smiled slightly. “Well, then I’m glad that you’ve helped each other.”

In the kitchen, the popcorn stopped popping and the microwave beeped. Tony came out seconds later and raised an eyebrow at the two of them. “What were you two talking about?” Tony said suspiciously.

“I was just talking to Peter about my leg braces,” Colonel Rhodes said, scooting over to give Tony room to sit. Tony’s eyes narrowed slightly as if calling his friend’s bluff but sat down, giving them each of their snacks.

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road. Friday, can you play Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them?”

As the opening scenes of the movie played, Peter and Colonel Rhodes exchanged a look of understanding. Peter still didn’t feel well, he was still tired and felt wrung-out, but knowing that he’d helped Tony more than he thought made him feel better. He leaned against the man and stole a handful of popcorn, smiling slightly at Tony’s playful indignant squawk.

This one-shot took me a ridiculous amount of time to write! I got the idea like two weeks ago, started writing it like two weeks ago, and ended up only adding a few hundred words each day, sometimes only like thirty or so. I'm happy I got it done, and while I don't particularly like the ending, I like the whole feel of this.

Here are some scenes that I cut out but couldn't bring myself to completely delete:

1.

"Tony cares about you in a way that I knew he was afraid to feel—Has he told you about Howard?” Colonel Rhodes asked. Peter frowned slightly at the mention of Howard. Tony hadn’t explicitly told Peter what his father had been like, only a few mentions here and there, but Peter knew how to use context clues and how to extrapolate data, so he nodded. “Well, he likes to say that he doesn’t like children, that he’s not good with them, but he ‘s afraid of turning out like his father.”

Peter balked at the thought. Tony wasn’t like Howard!

“Exactly,” Colonel Rhodes said with another look of understanding. “Tony’s afraid of turning out like his dad so he tried to stay away from children, but somehow, he got attached to you. You’re making him happy, happier than I thought he’d ever be after everything that happened."

2.

Tony was murmuring soothing words to him, some in English but most in Italian. The man had taken to speaking to him in Italian ever since he heard Peter talking to May in the language. Peter had first learned the language when he’d moved in with May and Ben; it had been a way for them to distract him from the grief and he’d gotten over his selective mutism—this was a common thing for him, the not speaking, not being able to speak—by learning it.

“Starai bene, mimmo,” Tony was murmuring. You’ll be alright, baby.

The whine Peter desperately tried to hold onto was pulled from his throat at the phrase. It was something May always said to him when he was sad or upset, but it felt different coming from Tony. May was kind of obligated to care for him—not that it made her comfort any less comforting or appreciated—but Tony was Tony.

3.

A tear fell down the bridge of his nose. "He said I killed Ben," Peter said in a soft, quiet voice, "and that he died to get away from me. And my parents, too. And that-that May left for her conference or training seminar or whatever it is to get away from me. Everyone I love dies or leaves me, Tony, I don't want you to go, too."

4.

"Oh. Quiet day, baby?" Tony asked softly, the pet name May usually used seeming to slip out.