#not sure how I feel about this

[oneawkwardwriter]

spencer reid - meddle about

thats all <3

Meddle About

pairing: Spencer Reid x Hotchner!fem!reader warnings/tags: canon divergent ages (just pretend spencer is old enough to be about a decade younger than hotch, alright? We aren't doing any age gaps here), explicit? like smut-ish, alluding to smth steamy (idfk I'm not good at shit like this, alright?), cursing, pov change after the special divider summary: Hotch's younger cousin comes to visit, only not just for him a/n: first of all, absolutely love that song. Second of all, I have to admit that my motivation was very lacking while writing this and it feels like a total flop, but here you go, hope you like it wc: 0.6k

You were seated in the lobby of the BAU, reading a book as you waited on Aaron to pick you up.

Despite the age gap of nearly a decade between the two of you, you had managed to maintain one of those rare bonds ever since you were young. Now that you had moved to DC for work, having this connection had come in useful.

The door opens, but when you look up from your book, Derek and Spencer walk out instead.

"Oh hi, guys," You say as you stand up and walk over to them, your gaze staying on Spencer for a little longer than needed.

"Hey Y/n, it's been a while since you were here," Derek remarks as he pulls you into a hug.

"Yeah, I know," You respond, stepping out of his embrace after a few moments. "How have you guys been, aside from all the catching bad guys?"

"Oh, you know, been doing just fine," Spencer answers, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. "So, what brings you back in town?"

"Got a job not that far from here," You say, "And until I can find a place of my own, Aaron kindly offered to let me stay with him."

At that moment, Aaron walked through the door. "Ah, you're already here. Ready to go?"

As you nod, Derek quips, "You know, if you ever need to get away from your cousin, you know who can call."

"Yeah, Penelope," You quip back, flashing him a smirk before walking off with Aaron. You look back once more, shooting Spencer a glance just for him to understand, then turn back again.

As you look back once more, Spencer can read the message in your gaze.

Meet me at midnight.

You were rarely in DC, and when you were, you were his. Spencer rarely got possessive, but ever since one faithful night a few years ago, it was safe to say he had become besotted with you.

Every time you were in town, the two of you had met up late at night, spending your time with solely each other for as long as you could. There were times where either one of you had wanted to come forward and just tell the others, but you came to the same conclusion every time:

It would only make things more difficult.

Yet when midnight rolls around, Spencer sits in his car with the headlights off, softly smiling when he sees you sneak out of the house.

"Hey-" is all you manage to get out before your words get muffled by the feeling of his lips against yours. As if by instinct, your hands move up into his hair as they softly thread through the strands.

Breaking away for air, Spencer looks at you as if you're the only thing on his mind. "Don't you ever stay away that long again," He whispers breathlessly against your lips.

"I take it you missed me then?" You respond teasingly, unable to repress a light smirk from forming on your lips.

Spencer lightly groans, pulling you in for another kiss, this time a little deeper. "You've already got me down on my knees," He says, his breath still heavy, "No need to be such a fucking tease."

As if to give you a taste of your own medicine, he pulls away and starts driving. Although he keeps his eyes on the road and doesn't exchange a word, his fingers draw slow circles on your thigh.

When he can feel you looking at him, he simply smirks. "Save it for when we get back to my house."

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[bellepark]

Call each other by our first names.

AT 25:00 IN AKASAKA (2024) | 1.02

[wtfgaylittlezooid]

hes so pathetic he captivates me

[missathlete31]

At least we get Glen at the parties if not the show

[crypticferalfox]

One of my best friends described this blog as my "puppy blog"

[deadplate-confessions]

ok hear me out: charmoree for like. serious fanart and fanfics n shit. rodent for the silly. charmoree sounds like a dark red and rodent sounds like a silly little blue both are good

Confession 167!

[waywardblackkitty]

Here we go again

[cheerleaderman]

A star’s curtain call

(TW- implied Abuse-)

[How Yuya getting back their memories during their overblot ]

The Curtain has opened and the show has begun

When a child was young their mom promised to take them to the aquarium when she got back. That day never came…

All of sudden the child’s life was turned upside down and now they lived with their aunts family. “Where was mom?, she coming back right” they cried but no one comforted the child. The funeral was held many tears were shed and cries shared around.

“It’s been enough time they said” “It’s time to go over they said” The child didn’t comply immediately like they wanted. Everyone knows naughty children  get punished and punished they did.

The more the child cried the more punishment they would get. “Why are you hurting me” “ please stop hurting me” they beg as they hid but it didn’t stop. They tried going Other family member some called them a liar and others didn’t believe. The Family were good people why aren’t you grateful they took you in.the eldest cousin joined in the torment the other 2 looked away .Only thing that would make them stop was compliance . The child eventually broke.

Be the picture perfect family

Be the perfect child

get good grades, be involved in many activities, smile when they need you to smile, cry when they need you to cry, help others and expect nothing in return, if you want something you’re selfish, something bad happens move past it and get over,most importantly what happens in the house stays in the house.

You’re wishes don’t matter, you’re feelings don’t matter hide them anyway deep into your heart. Learn to endure That’s how you’re able to survive 

So the Child complied, trying to fit the role they were given. Play the flute as requested, help the neighbor with babysitting or cutting the grass. crochet animals for newborns how thoughtful of you. There’s no time for friendship their to busy or the family disapprove. Get compliments on your skills it makes them look good.

Be the shooting star that everyone looks up to and strive to be.

“ You’re such bigger person for forgiving” “You’re cooking is wonderful you must give me the recipe” “Such a helpful and thoughtful child” all felt like empty words but a smile was still showed as expected.

At 14 they wanted revenge.Though they had strength they couldn’t win in a fight against the golden child.So let’s cut up some charges, few items misplaced , snapped a CD or 2. It cause tension and fights in the family. It gave them so much glee they never got caught and made sure of it. They’ll leave this place behind at 18 everything will be ok then.What’s a little pay back

Things took an unexpected turn. A 15 the child’s family was having a gathering. Everything was going smoothly they just finished up the cooking extremely tired ready to relax. Going to their room the Eldest stopped them “ I know it was you” he shouted “ what do you mean” they questioned “ You destroyed all of my games and movies” this when back and forth getting louder. Hearing Other family came to check what was happening until thud and everything going black.

Coming back to their senses they were in a hospital room? What happened ? They fighting with their cousin then what..At the hospital doctors did test and Workers asked questions this time the child was truthful. They won’t have to deal with their Aunt and Uncle anymore but others is a different story.

Being released back to the Family they gathered. “Why didn’t you say anything?” “We would have helped you” “How could this happen happened?”

Lairs, LAIRS all of you.Now that everything is out they’re trying to save face. They think I’ll just forgive as always HA!

18 you’ll be able to leave…18 you can start your life

Despise the families attempts nothing work they were going to leave but wanted to say goodbye to their mother first.

“I won’t be able to visit you much anymore Mama, I’ll be going to college soon and won’t be coming back”As much as they wish they could make up for years of not visiting. They couldn’t stay here but leaving felt so bittersweet.

“Yuya” ignore him.

“Yuya” walk away.

“Are you now running away after ruining everyone lives?” Continue to walk away don’t feed into him.

“Answer Me!” He jerks me around,why is he always like this? Can’t he just leave me alone!

When I pulled away he got violent. I’m so close I can’t let him get me now.

I saw something out of the corner of my eye while fighting….A black carriage ?

Every stopped the star is taking a bow and the sound of a child crying fills the room.

That’s the end?,Those are my memories..how anticlimactic 

Now that the curtain made its final call what now.

All that remains is the crying child.

I been dead all this time.I can’t visit my mom again, All the effort into going home was for nothing. Nothing has changed for me.I when from one bad place to another, One role to fulfill to the next why me? I wasn’t even allowed a peaceful death.What did I do to deserve this. What can I do now? Is it even worth it to change…

Is my happiness My happiness, Is my sadness My sadness or was that all part of the act? It’s all just numbness

Should I try to change this current act or should I close the curtains forever…

Every show must have its star.

[ali-make-art]

Luqilie, an old Moth.

I was trying to mess with the lighting, I feel like it's not coming out the way it should, you know?

[bambistan]

Regulus being drunk

(That's literally it. There's no other point to this post)

"Come onnn Reg, let loose, have some drinks," Barty slurs, slinging his arm around Reg and grinning stupidly while offering him a drink with his other hand.

"For the last time, no," Regulus replies, rolling his eyes as he pushes Barty's arm off of him.

He looks around the Slytherin common room, trying to find Pandora. Instead, his eyes land on a certain messy-haired Gryffindor, making him groan.

"On second thoughts," He sighs, taking the drink from Barty and downing it in one go as the brunette cheers and victory dances. Being sober around Potter was one thing. Perhaps if he was drunk, he'd be much more bearable.

He'd spent half of the party desperately avoiding Potter and the other half finishing every drink in sight while cursing himself for how pathetic this was and even more so for enjoying the burn of Fire Whiskey as it goes down.

He was in the darkest and quitest corner of the room, just next to a window that looked out toward the darkness of the lake. He was relaxing in the quietness of the bubble he'd created when an especially annoying voice called his name.

"Are you hiding from me?" He teases, and if Regulus had any control over his face, he'd roll his eyes.

"Bowl of you to 'ssume you even cross my mine," Regulus slurs, leaning forward as he speaks somewhat matter-of-factly.

James frowns, "Are you drunk?" He asked surprised.

Regulus scoffs, or coughs, "Who you? My mother?" He didn't like James being around him when he was so vulnerable and susceptible to his charms.

James starts talking, but Regulus is focused on how to avoid this conversation. His eyes focused behind James on the other 7th years dancing.

"I'm gonna go dance," He interrupts quickly, pointing toward the others who are dancing in case James is too dumb to understand. It wasn't the best idea, considering Regulus doesn't dance, but at the time, it seemed like his only out.

He strutted toward the dance floor, the Fire Whiskey giving him more courage than he expected, and began dancing.

He copied what others were doing while adding his own dramatic movements in between. Copying how the boys rolled their bodies and the girls moved their hips.

He was starting to get the hang of this. Some might even say he was good. All he knew was that James thought he looked good; if his wide eyes and hung open mouth were anything to go by.

He held eye contact with James for a while, out of spite, or hate, or desire. He couldn't tell. But whatever it was had James riled up.

He was behind him in a matter of seconds. His hands gripped Regulus' waist so hard that his knuckles turned white, and in his drunken state, Regulus let out a whimper.

James started guiding Regulus, rolling their bodies into each other, grinding his backside against his front.

In a moment of weakness - or bravery, Regulus placed his own hands on top of James' and guided them all over his body as they moved in rhythm.

His hands started as Regulus' neck, gliding down slowly across his chest, then slowing right before they lightly brushed over the space between his legs.

Regulus felt a wave of heat rush through him. He never thought James' touch would be so electrifying. That it would set fire to every nerve in his body and cause tingles to erupt in the strangest of places.

He pulled away, "It's hot," he says, suddenly sober and overly aware of his every action.

He doesn't glance back at James as he walks away, he was too afraid that making eye contact with him would send him to a world of euphoria, where the other students didn't exist and he would do something as stupid as to kiss him in the middle of it all.

He hides back in that lonely dark corner, resting his hands on the table there and breathing heavily as the feeling of James' touch finally cools.

Why James? He thinks. Of all people, why'd it have to be that stupid Potter who struts into his life and breaks down every wall he's ever built?

"Regulus," James calls, bringing him out of his thoughts, "What's wrong? Are you alright?"

James tries to place his hand on Regulus' arm, but he pulls back, afraid of what other fires his touch would ignite.

"I'm fine, Potter," He spits, harsher than he actually meant to. He keeps his gaze locked on the table, looking at James right now, who would ignite feelings he wasn't ready to feel.

"I thought we were having fun," He says sadly, his gaze also dropping to the table, "Why'd you leave?" He almost whispers.

"I told you, I got hot," He answers, not giving more than necessary so that James couldn't pick apart his words and twist them into something more loving.

"I know, but I just... I don't know. I liked dancing with you," Regulus sees him rub the back of his neck in the corner of his eye.

He focuses on the table beneath him, trying to stop his mind from thinking about James. He notes the small crack in it from when Evan shoved Barty into it during an argument, then promptly made out straight after. The half-empty cups scattered across it and a spilled one that had poured onto the carpet below, which hopefully wouldn't stain.

He tried to listen to the blaring music and watch the colourful lights dancing around the room, but it was all too hard to focus on when James was right there. An inch away from him, staring love-filled daggers into the side of his head.

Close enough to touch if he could only find the courage. If he could just stop worrying, stop thinking. He could do it.

So, before he can think, he reaches to grab a rather full cup off the table, down it in one go then turn to James and pull him closer than he could have ever imagined (but not as close as he'd have liked).

"I liked it too," He rushes to say, the words leaving his lips and landing on James' before he connects them and a strange feeling of relief and happiness swells up in his chest.

Their tounges dance together just as they did, his teeth biting down on James' bottom lip as he thinks back to all the times he wanted to do this. His hands wander shamelessly around James' body, not caring whose watching. The whole world could watch and Regulus would still kiss James and smile proudly after.

James pulls back first, out of breath, and extremely surprised, though not complaining.

"That was.... I mean, wow," James says still shocked.

Regulus laughs, feeling a sense of pride from making the James Potter speechless.

"Come on," Regulus says, "I want to dance again," He grabs James' hand and pulls him along.

They dance until everyone's gone, and even for a while after that. Eventually, they move to the couches, then the dorm. There, they fall asleep with stupid grins on their faces and their limbs intertwined beneath the covers.

[neewtmas]

heyyyyyy i love your writing!! any chance you have something new in the works and want to share maybe a tiny bit <3333

hello!! first of all I'm so happy you enjoy my works :)) I'm working on a part 2 to Nightmares (George x reader) currently and it's taken much longer than I anticipated bc I've hit a major writing slump :/

anyways here's a small snippet bc you asked so nicely:

You took in all the small details on his face, every single freckle, the way his dark lashes slightly curled upwards - “Are you listening to me?” His gaze caught yours and you stared at him for a moment, wide-eyed and taken by surprise. “What?” “I’m asking if you’re listening to me, Y/N” he repeated and you nodded quickly, hoping the dim light of the basement would conceal the blush burning on your cheeks. He looked at you for a moment, and you almost squirmed under how intense his gaze felt.

[friend-crow]

My coworkers' friend keeps bringing booze by our work, and none of us drink all that much, so we're just slowly amassing a sizable collection of boozes. This has created a work culture in which we all just drink a little bit of boozeses several times a week.

[onlygenxhere]

Hey there! Happy Friday!!

If you're still accepting prompts Sorry to text so late, can your dog come over? + Reggie/Carrie, please?

Dancing Queen

Sorry to text so late

Can your dog come over?

My dad is out of town and I’d feel safer with him here.

Reggie stared blearily at his phone. He’d already been asleep over an hour when the chirp had woken him. He could pretend he hadn’t seen the message. He’d just pulled down his notifications and not actually clicked on the text so she wouldn’t know if he didn’t respond.

But… it was Carrie and she wouldn’t text if she didn’t need something.

Han had been over enough in the past year to be comfortable there. Carrie had actually been the entire bands go to for keeping their animals when they were out on tour since she’d had to take a hiatus from her own rising fame after a scary incident with a stalker last year.

In fact her being alone in that house didn’t set will with him at all.

Reggie was nothing if not a good friend and he was too tired to wonder why she hadn’t texted Alex and Willie to see if Fosse wanted to come over or Julie and Luke to see if Fender or Gibson were available or even Flynn who had no pets but would surely come over if she asked.

He reached over and gave his best bud a pat on the head, “You up for a visit to Carrie’s?”

The golden’s tail thumped on the bed and he gave Reggie’s hand a deceive lick.

Ok then.

The man in black

Be there in thirty

He only added a black t-shirt to his attire of Star Wars pajama pants before grabbing Han’s leash and one of Luke’s energy drinks to wake him up on the way. Driving this sleepy wasn’t a good idea. Drinking the Monster probably wasn’t either but at least he’d be awake for the trip… and maybe the next three hours after.

Well, he had to get back home too. She’d only asked for his dog, not him.

He was practically vibrating by the time he punched in the code at the gate to let himself in, pulling up to the front door and sending Carrie a quick message to let her know they were here.

The front door opened and she was coming down the steps dressed in baggy pink pajama pants and a matching t-shirt before he was even all the way out of his truck.

Han bounded out after him, racing over to Carrie and jumping up trying to give her kisses.

“Han! That is no way to greet a lady!”

Carrie was laughing and trying to push the big dog down so she could pet him. “It’s ok. It’s nice that anyone is this excited to see me.”

Reggie frowned as he shut the door of his truck. “Are you kidding? Who wouldn’t be excited to see you?”

She waved her hand attempting to dismiss the comment as she finally got Han to sit and she knelt in front of him scratching behind his ears. “Who’s a good boy?” she cooed.

“Carrie?” Reggie stopped in front of her. “What’s going on? Where’s your dad? Hell where’s the staff you usually have here?”

She wrapped her arms around Han’s neck and looked up at him. “Dad is in New York for the weekend on business and we haven’t had live-in staff in almost six months.”

How did he not know this? He talked to Carrie pretty regularly he thought but apparently there were things she’d been leaving out. He nodded toward the house. “Want me to come in?”

Carrie ducked her head rubbing her check against Han’s soft fur. “You don’t have to. I have Han now… thank you.” She looked up at him and those big brown eyes looked so sad and lost.

“That wasn’t the question Care.” He reached a hand out to her and she took it standing up and looking him in the eyes as he asked again. “Do YOU want me to come in?” He wasn’t trying to imply more than the words he was saying but they both knew he was offering to stay the night too.

She nodded and took a step toward him. Han scooted out from between them and darted into the house, no doubt headed toward her room. Reggie took her other hand, holding them both.

“What’s going on darlin’?”

She closed her eyes and bit her lip shaking her head. “I just feel so stupid for being afraid of an empty house.”

“Carrie,” he squeezed her hands and waited for her to open her eyes. “There is nothing stupid about you,” he said softly shaking his head. “You have every right to be nervous about being alone after what happened.”

“It’s been almost a year Reg and nothing new has happened. Derek is still in jail.” She looked away from him. “I need to get on with my life.”

He didn’t know what to say, she wasn’t wrong but everyone got over trauma at different speeds. He pulled her into a hug, sliding his arms around her thin frame and holding her tight. “Just tell me what I can do?” They’d been friends for years and he cared about the woman in his arms more than he’d ever admit.

“You’re already doing it Reg.” she hugged him back just as tight. “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”

He felt his heart drop just a little at the word friend but that’s what they were and that’s what she needed. “Better not let Flynn or Julie hear you say that,” he said trying to lighten the mood.

“I didn’t message them.” Carrie pulled away from him and he saw the tears in her eyes. “I messaged you.”

He nodded, “And I’m here.”

She nodded again and let her hand slid down his arm till she could lace their fingers together. “Would you mind staying?”

He shook his head feeling like his voice might have left him.

Carrie took a step toward the front stairs pulling him with her. “Will you stay with me and Han?”

They both knew Han slept in her bed.

He licked his lips and nodded finding his voice. “Are you sure?”

She nodded, “Just to sleep.” A ghost of her usual smile found its way onto her lips. “For now...”

“Ok,” he followed her up the stairs and into her house shutting the front door behind them.

They got in bed that night, the dog between them, and they stroked his fur as they talked well into the morning. Reggie found out about all the fears and anxiety she’d been hiding from everyone and he confessed to her just how lonely he’d been feeling about living in a house with two couples. No matter how much you loved them.

They finally drifted off to sleep sometime around three with Han snuggled up between them but when the sun streaming in her windows finally woke him the dog was gone and Carrie was asleep in his arms.

It was the first morning of many they woke up together and the last time Reggie went to bed thinking he was only ever Carrie’s friend.

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

guess who was reading the SAT question

My roommate and I are sitting in the common area, reading a list of SAT questions.

Lemme tell ya, SAT questions sound more fun when you're reading them in a dorm rather than taking the test.

[camelspit]

since stellarlune comes out soon can u draw maruca and marella?

Ask and ye shall recieve

Happy 6 days till stellarlune!

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Draw the Squad - Radio Silence edition

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Draw the Squad - I Was Born For This edition