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Unmasked / Platonic!Father Alastor x Teen!Daughter Reader

Chapter I: Introduction

Summary:

Two days after the Extermination, a bored Emily reads through private records of Heavenly residents and sinners alike.

During her mindless scrolling, she comes across a vintage diary smelling of old paper, from the late 20s-early 30s. It details the life of the teenage adopted daughter of the Radio Demon; up until her death at aged 16 on January 11th, 1934.

WARNINGS: Mentions of Racism

April 4th, 1932

Have you ever seen a top hat, what one really looks like on a person?

Neither have I, until today. At the end of Merritt Street, there’s a small accessories store that sells jewellery and clothing alike.

I used to frequent there, but I’ve never been a fashionable girl. I’m a larger fan of browsing; just admiring the beauty of art from afar, rather than acquiring it.

I never realized how much I missed the little establishment until I saw my favourite businessperson; Anne Brewster. A short, tout woman she was. Her skin had a grey tinge to it, a pointy nose that popped out her features; bright brown eyes and hair as white as pearls, short and thin as straw.

I greeted her with my usual demeanour. Quiet and curt, a straight wave and a superficial smile. The woman has a tendency to chatter; most of the time I don’t have time to interject, so I just listen.

I went in the shop with Elbert Graves; a fellow classmate of mine in mathematics. He’s not my ideal source of company, I’ll admit. I get along much better with other girls, but this helpless boy is always on my tail, and I can’t bare to tell him to get lost.

We came across a jet-black top hat with a golden ribbon wrapped around its rim. It was on display, but there was no glass so we assumed we could sample it. Elbert looked utterly ridiculous in it; far too flashy, and way too gigantic for his pea-sized head.

I managed a small laugh, as that’s the reaction he would’ve wanted from me. Ever the jokester…

I took a seat on the cushioned chair in front of the store’s entrance. Whilst Elbert was fooling around with other gadgets, Anne took to speaking with me.

She spoke a great deal about her grandchildren, and then inquired me about Papa.

Pa doesn’t usually wander about these places, but he knows Anne from university; they attended the same one in Shreveport, in September of 1908. Pa wanted to become a broadcaster post-secondary (to which he achieved) and Anne wanted to edit the local newspaper part-time; she was getting old, but didn’t want to stop working. She didn’t end up pursuing it, however, she dropped out her third year to take care of Rachel (her eldest grandchild who was 5 at the time.) Then, she inherited this business when Mr. Brewster, her father, died. He owned the shop.

She asked about his job was working out for him. Pa never speaks about work when he arrives home; usually he’s more interested in my daily activities. I don’t listen to Pa’s radio channel anyways, because the subjects he covers doesn’t appeal to me.

I just told her he was thriving; because in a way, he was. Pa was rarely in a sour mood. Of course, he gets moody when I do something out of line from time to time, but his attitude is always uplifting.

Elbert excused himself to the restroom at the back of the desk; that’s when she started talking about adolescent things. Boys…..

“Elbert is a such a handsome boy, don’t you agree?”

“Not particularly.”

“Oh? Why do you say that?”

“His chin is too long, and his head is too small for his broad shoulders. Not to mention his personality isn’t to my tastes. He’s far too extroverted and cheeky.”

“Oh, come now, my lovely. Surely, we can’t all be picky! What ever will you do when you grow into a young woman? Who will be around to take care of you?”

“Pa will, no doubt.”

“Oh, don’t be silly. Your father will be far too senile to care for you when you’re in your prime! You need a strong man!”

“Too senile?! Surely, you jest. Pa may be lanky, but he’s very capable. He was only twenty-five when he adopted me, he’ll only be middle-aged by the time I’m an adult.”

“You say Elbert is cheeky, but I see a lot more cockiness coming from you than I ever have with him.”

“Only an outside observer can properly assess my personality. Perhaps you just see my persona differently than I.”

“Is that so?”

The bell hanging from the door rang; in came a man, dressed in a business suit, a large briefcase held in his right hand. He had been more wrinkly than I had last seen him: Anne’s partner, Mr. Devereaux.

He has a very thick Yorkshire accent; Anne and him met while she was on vacation in London; Mr. Devereaux was studying photography. When they first met in late 1864, they weren’t sure whether or not they could ever be together. Anne is a very brown woman, you see. Very. Mr. Devereaux is about as white as a sheet. People often look down on….colourful couples…? More harshly. They aren’t allowed to be married, so they had to improvise.

Forgive me for not mentioning this sooner, but Anne is actually good friends with my Grandma. Pa is half-Creole, you see, and my Grandma’s roots come from there. So, the Brewsters are actually well-acquainted with my family.

Mr. Devereaux sat his briefcase beside the door, across from where I was seated. He flashed me a toothless smile; quite literally, since they all rotted out of his mouth due to age.

I gave him a curious look back.

“Back from business, old man?” I tease.

He chuckled; giving me an affectionate pat on the head.

“Oh, well, look at you! Already at it with the nosy interrogation, I see! I’ve missed you, sweet girl.” He smiled.

I narrowed my eyes. He didn’t answer the question….

He turned his attention to Anne quite quickly. Leaning over the desk, he planted a kiss on her forehead.

“The trip went smoothly,” He told Anne, “Janice sent you a letter. It should be in the mail soon, my darling.”

Janice was their daughter.

“Lovely.”

He turned his entire body so it faced me, with an inquisitive look on his face. He then turned and whispered to Anne,

“Al is out late again?”

“I don’t know, my sweet. I’ve seen her out and about all day with Elbert, he must be. It’s nearly nine.”

“I thought his radio shows were done by four?”

“Perhaps the schedule’s changed, dearest. Let’s not be nosy, it’s not our business.”

I let out a deep breath through my nose, standing up. Pa likes to hang around a few stores after work, so I tried my best not to let their observations get to me. Perhaps he was already home!

Anne leaned over from behind Mr. Devereaux.

“Could you go check on Elbert, hun? He’s been in the restroom for quite a while.”

I sigh. Without a response, I head toward the back desk, into the small hallway that had the restrooms.

I knocked on the door, firmly.

“El?” I addressed him by nickname.

“Mhm?” His hun echoed off the door.

I raised an eyebrow. “What have you been doing in there these past fifteen minutes? It was eight-forty when you went in, it’s five to nine already!”

Within seconds, he came out of the door, an awkward smile plastered on his face. A blush dusted his cheeks as well; I narrowed my eyes at him. Did he have the runs?

“Finished?” I asked him without judgment.

“Yes.” He said, curt.

I lead him back to the entrance of the store, passing Anne a smile. I turn my gaze back to Elbert.

“I’m going to be leaving now. I hadn’t realize how late it was. Will you be alright on your own?” I asked, a tint of concern in my voice.

“Of course. See you later?” His tone was hopeful.

Without a pause, I said, “Yes, I’ll see you later.”

I said my goodbyes to Anne and Mr. Devereaux, and sent my regards to Janice.

When I exited the store, it wasn’t as dark and drab as I thought it would be; I still heard birds chirping, and I could see my way almost perfectly. Just another perk of springtime, I suppose.

When I arrived home, Pa was indeed on the couch, his legs crossed, with a newspaper in hand; black coffee was situated on the side table.

“Home at long last, my dear!” He put his newspaper down; and I ran over, kissing him on the cheek.

“Sorry, Papa. How long did you have to wait?”

“Oh, not long at all!” He chuckled heartily.

I turn over to the rounded wooden table in the dining room; a large cloth bag sat on it; my eyes lit up in curiosity.

“Now, now,” Pa waved his finger, “I know that dangerous gaze. Don’t go peeking around my things, dear.”

I put on a thinned-lipped smile, leaning on the armrest.

“What, do you have something to hide, Papa~?” I leaned in, teasingly.

It was meant to be a joke. A rhetorical question. Yet, I couldn’t help but notice his fist clench up, if only for a moment. His body language was saying something different than what his mouth was.

“Is it really too much to ask to keep yourself out of my business?” He bit his lower lip.

When Pa took that tone with me, I knew it was time to pipe down. I decided to change the subject, sitting next to him on the couch.

“Elbert and I took a stroll around the avenue.” I said, tracing along the armrest.

I could FEEL Pa’s eye roll without even looking.

“Out with that wretched boy again, are we?” He took a casual tone as he sipped his coffee, but I knew the mere thought of Elbert irked him.

Pa has never interacted much with my friends, so I thought El would be another drop in the ocean. I think his hatred of him has something to do with that one time he came over here.

Everything was alright until dinner time.

The few hours earlier, Grandma treated us with a generous amount of Jambalaya. She always makes the best, after all.

Elbert made an….observation? While we were eating and it made Pa freeze.

“This is some slave food! Who made it, a peasant?”

All I remember was Pa’s grip tightening so much on the fork. I leaned over to where he was sitting and rubbed his arm a little.

I disliked the comment too. That was my Grandma he was speaking about….

After El left, I noticed Pa staring at the wooden spoon on the shelf. I know that blasted piece of cutlery all too well….

Pa is good at discipline. Even when my other friends came over, he’d always make an effort to chastise them if they didn’t say please or thank you.

Long story short, I think Pa wanted to beat El. That’s probably why he was showing such immaculate restraint at the table. I can’t imagine another person disciplining somebody else’s child would go…smoothly, anyway.

He had valid reason to hate him, I suppose. I’m not fond of Elbert either, but…how do you find it in your heart to say no? I suppose I’ve never really had a backbone, but…it seems that he’s really fond of me.

“How was work?” I asked with a smile.

“It held all of its classic theatrics! You should find it in your soul to listen to my shows, my dear.” He beamed.

I was deep in thought.

“Don’t I hear enough of your voice already?”

Pa chuckled his little chuckle that always made my chest warm.

“You can never have too much of your father!”

Time went on as usual; a few moments later I decided to pack up for bed; Pa went upstairs to get his radio ready to listen to. He always does before he sleeps.

I took that as an opportunity to ponder; I turned my gaze back to the bag on the table. Pa notoriously hunts, but it was far too late for food, so it made me wonder.

I slid toward it with my socks against the hardwood. I breathed in deeply; perhaps there was a certain scent? All I could smell was the dusty fabric; nothing more.

With a sigh, I decided to leave it for now. Maybe it’s….best that I don’t.

Y/N

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Emily blinked once. She recognized the background; that this child of one of the hotel staff in Hell.

Taking the historical piece of literature to St. Peter, she inquired,

“St. Peter, hi! I was just wondering if there is a girl here in Heaven named Y/N L/N?”

St. Peter smiled in delight, getting out his holy book, scanning through all the people with your name; going roughly by last name. His face fell as they came to an end.

“Unfortunately not, Em! It’s…strange, considering the circumstances. Sixteen is very young for a person to end up in Hell…but she isn’t in Heaven.”

Emily frowned, eyeing the diary in her hands. Perhaps she’d find the answer in there….

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The Osborns' 'Weird' Relationship: An Analysis

◇ Spectacular Spider-Man #146 - Gerry Conway/Sal Buscema ◇

Okay, so I know it was awhile ago that I said I might write an analysis of some of the emotional dysfunctional aspects of 616 Norman and Harry Osborn’s relationship, but I really struggled with the format and how I was going to present this.

One thing that I ended up having to do was throw out any speculation on the writers' intent. With comics, you have so many different writers - especially with a long ongoing, popular series like Spider-Man - that I decided to focus a lot more on the patterns I was picking up when I was reading.

But before I go any further:

CW: discussions of child abuse, mental illness, and suicidal ideation

Disclaimer: In this analysis, I am trying to provide an explanation for why Norman might behave the way he does. However, this explanation of Norman’s abuse is not meant to be a justification of his behaviour.

Also, before we start, you are absolutely allowed to disagree with this analysis! Every reader sees/interprets things a little differently, but I've seen other people pick up on the Osborns' relationship being well, strange, so I decided to examine that a little closer.

There were certain things I kept noticing in Norman and Harry's relationship that I found abnormal (you know, apart from Norman's extensive verbal abuse). Things like: Harry's really intense and misplaced loyalty to his father (that interfers with his other relationships.) The way in which Harry feels responsible for his father. The way Harry doesn’t have a strong identity outside of his father, and how his father doesn't allow (or think Harry needs) any emotional privacy. Also, just some of the ways Norman talks to his son don’t make it feel like a normal parent-child relationship.

In particular in this analysis, I did want to talk about emotional incest and enmeshment, which I am going to define now.

The psychological definition of emotional (or covert) incest is when a parent relies on their child for emotional support that they should be getting from another adult. They treat their child like a friend or partner, instead of well, a child.

And

An enmeshed family is one where there is a lack of boundaries, and often, the child isn't allowed to have an individual identity.

I think we see a lot of the after affects of this kind of emotional abuse in Harry as an adult, and while we don't see a whole lot of Harry and Norman's relationship dynamic when Harry is growing up, I do want to start from there, using what flash backs and other information we have.

Actually to give some background on why this kind of abuse occurred, I will go back a bit further than that and talk briefly about Norman’s childhood and his relationship with Harry’s mother.

Norman definitely didn't have a great childhood. His father was a bitter and abusive alcoholic who blamed all of his problems on other people, including his son. And while Norman's mother wasn't abusive towards him, she did fail to protect him. This betrayal from an early age from both his parents would have been a huge contributer to Norman's extensive trust issues (and his drive to be in control so he's not hurt again.)

Norman didn't get the emotional support and attention he needed while growing up, so that's really what he was seeking as a young adult, and he found it in Emily Lyman aka Harry's mother.

Now while I don’t think that Norman and Emily's relationship was perfect like he presents it to be, I do think from his point-of-view this was a great time in his life. He was finally out from under his father's thumb. This beautiful woman believed in him. They had their whole lives ahead of them. The possibilities were endless, and then - she died.

Or faked her death and left him because he was so controlling.

Either way, she was gone, and he still a young man was left to go on as a single father.

Interestingly, Norman both blames Harry for Emily's death and compares him to her. Much later in his life, when talking to Harry's grave, Norman says that he tried to be fair to Harry 'even though you were so much like your mother in so many ways.' In this scene, Norman is angry at Harry for dying and thus 'abandoning' him to be alone. And I think that's what Norman felt when Emily died too, this deep sense of abandonment.

◇ Spider-Man: Revenge of the Green Goblin #1 - Roger Stern/Ron Frenz | Peter Parker: Spider-Man #44 - Paul Jenkins/Humberto Ramos ◇

(Later, it's revealed that Harry is not dead. Or maybe he is. I am NOT getting into the whole post-OMD-Harry-is-a-clone mess. For the sake of this analysis, they are the same person. They would have the same memories anyway.)

Now I am going to be piecing some things together and doing a bit of speculating. One thing that always stuck with me is that Harry keeps saying that his and Norman's relationship used to be different, that they used to be 'pals,' and then something changed. While I know a lot of people dismiss this, become Harry is delusional about his father at other points, I do think when Norman became the Green Goblin, there was a shift in their relationship dynamic, and Norman stopped opening up as much to his son.

I still absolutely think Norman was a neglectful and preoccupied father, but I also think that Norman was an emotionally needy person, and once Emily died, Norman (who was most likely extremely depressed and lacking a support system) tried to have Harry meet some of those needs. I say tried to, because Harry was just a little kid, a baby, and he wouldn’t be capable of doing that.

I think a lot about a panel from Spectacular Spider-Man #178 where Harry is talking to his own son Normie Osborn. Normie is a very young child/toddler. While Harry is talking to Normie, and Normie is watching TV, Harry starts hallucinating that his father is in the room. (Both Harry and his father have had psychotic episodes.)

Norman tells Harry that Normie should be listening to Harry, and when Harry says that Normie is just 'a little guy' and 'doesn't really understand all this,' the Norman Sr. hallucination becomes angry and says that Harry was just the same. That Harry was lost in his own head when he was young, and couldn’t hear when Norman talked to him.

◇ Spectacular Spider-Man #178 - J.M. DeMatteis/Sal Buscema ◇

It's interesting the way Norman and Harry differ here. Harry wants his son Normie to be able to enjoy these early years and have this chance to be carefree. Whereas Norman doesn't seem to really understand the concept of childhood and childhood innocence.

I also find it interesting (because I'm obsessed with word choice) that both Norman and Harry use 'pals' to describe their relationship.

◇ Amazing Spider-Man #39 & #40 - Stan Lee/John Romita Sr. ◇

And just in general, Norman and Harry's relationship doesn't seem to fall into the typical parent-child relationship - where the parent takes care of the child and meets the child's emotional needs. Instead, it's more complicated and codependent.

Norman and Harry both view Norman as Harry’s provider and protector. Norman is abusive towards Harry, but he does show deep concern about Harry's safety and worries about what would happen if he (Norman) suddenly died - because he's afraid Harry wouldn't be able to fend for himself.

On the other hand, Norman really doesn't give Harry any tools to become independent or encourage a separate identity, and I think part of that is because subconsciously - as much as he keeps saying he wants Harry to be strong - Norman actually wants Harry to be dependent on him.

Like on one level Norman does want Harry to be strong and be able to think for himself, so that he can take over the company and continue the Osborn legacy (and he is angry at Harry and verbally punishes him for not living up to this). But on a more personal - and like I said before subconscious - level, I do think that Norman wants Harry to have to rely on him. Because Norman doesn't want Harry to be able to leave him. Because he doesn't want to be alone.

And that's the thing, I do think that Norman is also dependent on Harry.

Harry is the nurturer to his father's protector and provider. He cares for and worries about his father a lot, and as much as Norman does not like to be seen as weak, there are quite a few moments where we do see Norman be vulnerable around his son.

Why this happened is probably largely circumstantial. Norman is a very paranoid man, who constantly fears betrayal from those around him. Even with the other adults in Norman's life who he is 'close' to - like J Jonah Jameson and George Stacy, he is not open. He does not trust them. He thinks that people are conspiring against him. However, he doesn't see his young son as a threat, as someone who could turn against him and hurt him. And he pulls Harry into this emotional isolation with him by telling his son not to trust anyone but his family (anyone but Norman.)

◇Amazing Spider-Man #62 - Stan Lee/John Romita Sr. || Amazing Spider-Man #47 - Stan Lee/John Romita Sr. || Amazing Spider-Man #67 - Stan Lee/John Romita Sr. || Spectacular Spider-Man #200 - J.M. DeMatteis/Sal Buscema◇

That puts Harry in a very difficult position, because he has deal with these adult concerns at such a young age, and he also can't fully open up to anyone else. This strain, along with Norman's exacting standards and scathing criticism, puts a lot of pressure of Harry.

However, Harry is used to being his father's confidant, and he becomes extremely anxious if his father shuts him out - or worse if he doesn't know where his father is. In a way, as much as Harry says that his father is strong and great, I think (at some level) Harry must also see his father as (emotionally) fragile.

This is especially noticeable in Amazing Spider-Man #121, where Harry is supposed to be resting because he has just overdosed, but he can't because he's so worried about how his father will react to possible financial ruin. He goes to him, tells his father that he doesn't need to worry about him, that he can take care of himself, that he's just worried about his father. He then proceeds to collapse in Norman's arms because he is not well.

◇ Amazing Spider-Man #40 - Stan Lee/John Romita || Amazing Spider-Man #61 - Stan Lee/John Romita Sr., Don Heck || Amazing Spider-Man #63 - Stan Lee/Don Heck, John Romita || Amazing Spider-Man #121 - Gerry Conway/Gil Kane ◇

This collapse leads Norman to want to rid Peter Parker/Spider-Man from his life (by killing Peter), because he falsely blames Peter for Harry's drug overdose and also the collapse of Osborn Indistries.

Now Peter’s involvement in the Osborns' personal lives is interesting. Peter is the first person that Harry really opens up to outside of his father - when Harry breaks down and complains that his father had been very distant in the last few years. When Peter responds with the emotional support Harry had never gotten from Norman, Harry draws Peter further into his life by asking him to be his roommate. Harry’s demeanour toward Peter also becomes similar to his attitude towards his father, submissive and eager to please. (He even calls Peter 'sir' at one point when he's trying to get his attention - an address he uses towards his father.)

Peter, however, is so caught up in being Spider-Man that, like Norman, Peter often neglects his relationship with Harry. This leads Harry to be rather passive-aggressive. At one point, Harry offers to make Peter breakfast, but when he hears Peter locking his stuff up, he becomes insulted that Peter would think he would steal from him and storms off to see Norman instead.

This becomes an ongoing element, Harry being torn between Norman and Peter, and seeking love/support from both of them, but seemingly unable to get it.

Now I want to make it quite clear that Norman and Peter are not equally responsible here. Peter is Harry’s age and has troubles of his own. Norman should be acting as Harry’s father, but he really isn't, not emotionally anyway. He is meeting his son's material needs (to an excess), but he is emotionally neglecting his son while also emotionally burdening him with his own troubles. Plus Norman is constantly verbally berating Harry for failing to live up to his impossible expectations - leaving Harry feeling worthless and extremely depressed.

Harry takes drugs to cope with these negative feelings - first abusing prescription medication and then moving on to street drugs. There is even already a note of passive suicidal ideation here, as when Peter asks him how many pills he's taking, Harry's response is 'What’s the difference? Who counts?' (Amazing Spider-Man #97 - Stan Lee/Gil Kane.)

Now I refuse to believe that Harry doesn't understand that there's a possibility of overdose here: he's a chemistry (and business) major with a father who sells drugs for a living. He knows that it is a possibility. So, while he's not actively seeking to end his life, he also doesn't really seem to care if he lives or dies - as long as he can escape from his pain.

Harry does eventually overdose - and it's an overdose that leads Norman to go after Peter & also Peter’s girlfriend (and Harry's friend) Gwen. Norman blames all of Harry’s friends for his condition, but especially Peter. And Norman blames himself for failing to protect his son from them. He threatens to kill Gwen if Peter doesn't end his own life, and when Peter doesn't comply, Norman goes ahead with his threat - throwing Gwen Stacy off the George Washington Bridge. (Amazing Spider-Man #121 - Gerry Conway/Gil Kane.)

Peter (as Spider-Man) goes after Norman in revenge, and Norman ends up dying (albeit by his own glider and not Peter’s hand.) Harry eventually figures out that Peter is Spider-Man, and this leads him to think that his and Peter’s friendship wasn't real, that it was entirely a ruse on Peter’s part. That Peter was just getting close to Harry to close in on his father.

Harry ends up forgetting about Peter Parker’s secret identity after his first attack on Peter though, and so for years the threat of Harry's revenge remains dormant. However, even from 'beyond the grave' (Norman, um, kind of faked his death, but Harry didn’t know that) Norman still had a hold on Harry’s psyche.

One early warning sign of the return of Green Goblin might have been that Harry names his child both after his father and himself (Norman Harold Osborn), keeping their names (and identies) close together. Harry also tells young Normie how special a man his grandfather Norman Osborn was. Then Harry begins to hear his father's voice telling him to revenge his death, to kill Spider-Man/Peter Parker.

Harry goes back and forth on how he sees his father. At times, he is able to see his father as who he really was/is, a dangerous criminal who ruined his own life. However, at other points, he calls Norman 'wonderful' and 'the greatest man this world has ever known.' He claims that his father's spirit is in him fuelling all his efforts, and blames Peter for both Norman's and Gwen's deaths.

Of course, it would be hard for anyone to admit that their father killed one of their closest friends, however, I think with Harry it goes even beyond that. Because Harry doesn't have a solid identity outside of his father, he is unable to fully see himself and his father as two separate people. So, in his head, Harry can't admit that his father killed Gwen, because then he would also have to think that he killed Gwen - something I don't think that Harry can wrap his head around doing. It's easier then to blame someone else - Peter/Spider-Man.

When Harry does finally admit that Norman killed Gwen, he still absolutely thinks (pretty understandibly) that it was Peter who ended Norman's life. Because of this, Harry decides that both he and Peter would be better off dead - and that their deaths would protect their loved ones from further harm.

It is only an outpouring of unconditional love from Peter (something Harry had never really felt before) that sways Harry from ending Peter’s life. He carries Peter out of the building where he had set up a timed bomb, but then seemingly dies himself (from side effects of the serum he'd taken to make himself stronger.)

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Break!

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Okay, this is here because this is getting long, but I don’t want to make it a two-parter, but also sometimes people need to take a break and breathe, you know?

I will also be concentrating more on post One More Day Harry in this section, though referring back to earlier comics as well. I will also be talking more about sex and romantic relationships, and how Harry's focus on his father (and Norman seeing himself as the most important person in Harry’s life) complicates things.

The Dan Slott and Joe Kelly runs leading up to and during Dark Reign were the first Spider-Man comics I read, and these were the issues where I first got to see the Osborns' relationship on page. What really struck me then about the relationship was how Norman talks to Harry more like a separated spouse than his grown child: 'I need you,' 'the world could be ours,' 'come home,' 'your place is here, by my side.'

During this period, Harry is pulling away from his father and trying to be independent, and Norman does not like this at all. He mocks Harry’s business ventures, then bombs Harry’s place of business - almost killing Harry’s then girlfriend Lily Hollister in the process. When Harry goes to confront him, Norman says that girlfriends are replaceable and tries to win Harry back. This, however, does not work, and shortly following this, Harry goes no contact.

Norman will not accept this boundary, however, or any boundary really. He admitted earlier to recording and listening to all of Harry’s therapy sessions, and when Harry won't answer his calls or letters, Norman has people spy on his son and report to him on everything Harry is doing. He then gets himself invited to a wedding that Harry is attending.

This is when he tells Harry that he needs him, something that does visibly affect Harry. Peter steps in between Harry and Norman, and tells Norman 'and that's what therapy's for.'

This scene is interesting because Norman does not like admitting that he needs other people, but also because Peter doesn't consider this (entirely) as a ploy on Norman’s part. He does think that Norman is being honest about 'needing' Harry. He just thinks that the way Norman seeks support from his son is unhealthy.

There is also an 'us'-ness in the Norman-Harry relationship, that is more typical of couples. This along with how Harry is thrust into this nurturing role with Norman, makes him (at times) seem more like his father’s spouse than his son.

And when Harry and Norman do end up cutting ties, Harry even says: 'I was never your son.'

◇ Amazing Spider-Man #573 - Dan Slott /John Romita Jr. || Amazing Spider-Man #595 - Joe Kelly/Phil Jimenez || Amazing Spider-Man #598 || Writer: Joe Kelly/Artists: Paulo Siqueira & Marco Checchetto || Amazing Spider-Man #599 - Joe Kelly/Stephen Segovia, Marco Checchetto, Paulo Siqueira ◇

This relationship with his father - before the eventual break up - does also lead to problems in Harry’s romantic relationships.

Because Norman basically sees himself as the centre of the universe and because he is very possessive of the people around him, Harry grew up internalising this idea that he belongs to his father and that he should prioritise Norman above everything else.

And because of this, Harry does tend to elevate and choose his father over his other relationships. Like how when he was seeing Mary Jane Watson, that relationship ended because Harry wouldn’t unlock the door for her - choosing to be alone with his dead father's costume over being with her. His marriage with Liz also deteriorates as Harry obsesses over avenging his father's death and continuing the Osborn legacy.

Of note, in these moments Harry isn't exactly thinking clearly - there are definitely signs of psychic breaks, with Harry having delusions and hallucinations. Still, a huge part of Harry's psyche is consumed by his father - to the detriment of other aspects of his life.

Even after Harry sees Norman as a bad person (acknowledging that his father was Gwen's killer and knowing for sure that Norman has committed countless other heinous crime), Norman still has a hold over his son. Harry still holds out hope for winning his father's love and approval - and completely dismisses his then girlfriend Lily Hollister's encouragement and support. Instead focusing entirely on his father's criticisms.

◇Amazing Spider-Man #595 - Joe Kelly/Phil Jimenez || Amazing Spider-Man Family #4 - J.M. DeMatteis/Val Semeiks || Amazing Spider-Man #390 - J.M. DeMatteis/Mark Bagley◇

◇Amazing Spider-Man #126 - Gerry Conway/Ross Andru || Spectacular Spider-Man #189 - J.M. DeMatteis/Sal Buscema || Amazing Spider-Man #569 - Dan Slott /John Romita Jr.◇

Another thing involving Lily Hollister - a rather controversial decision - was to have her be in sexual relationships with both Harry and Norman Osborn (with the timing being so close together that the paternity of her child was called into question.)

I actually don't think it's so surprising that Norman would go after someone his son was seeing. He is very self-centred and delusion enough to think that he could somehow get away with it.

Also, back in Amazing Spider-Man #96, there was this whole thing about Harry bringing along Norman to watch the girl he was then seeing - Mary Jane Watson - dance. It kind of comes across like Harry is trying to impress his father with how hot his 'girlfriend' is, and Norman is quite publicly enchanted by her.

There is something similar in the Raimi adaption where Harry Osborn wants Mary Jane Watson to dress in black (like Harry’s mother/Norman’s wife used to do) because he wants Norman to be impressed by her/find her attractive. Which people have pointed out is kind of weird/creepy.

Also kind of weird is just how much empathy Harry has towards Lily Hollister after she ditches him for his dad. Like yes, I think it's a coercive relationship, and Norman is much more to blame, but I still think most people would be a little more angry in this situation. And what Harry does say to Lily at the start of her and Norman's relationship is very interesting to me:

'He's an amazing man, Lily...I know, and he takes very special care of his "nice things"...until he doesn't.

I hope you see him for what he is before that happens...

Because when Norman Osborn is through with you, no one gets to have you.'

One) because it's really quite strange to call the father you suspect is sleeping with your ex-girlfriend 'an amazing man'

Two) because the way Harry is saying this makes it seems like it applies to both her and him. The 'I know' in particular stands out, because what he seems to be saying is 'I know exactly what you are feeling/going through right now.'

Which given that she is in 'romantic' relationship with his father certainly raises questions.

◇Amazing Spider-Man: Extra! #3 - Joe Kelly/Dale Eaglesham || Amazing Spider-Man #96 - Stan Lee/Gil Kane◇

In any case, I could probably write more, but this post is already more than long enough. I just find the dynamic between Norman & Harry Osborn fascinating because I don’t think it's one we see as often in fiction, and I love reading about dysfunctional families/relationships.

I also find post-OMD Harry really interesting, because I think it's even rarer to see a person, who was in a relationship like this, have to move on, fully cut ties, and figure out how to build a life for themselves without this person (who they had such codendency with.)

#harry osborn #norman osborn #analysis #spider man #peter parker #gwen stacy #liz allan #lily hollister #marvel comics #marvel 616 #my post

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creelmalfoylaufeyson69 · 2 years

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Forbidden love

Warnings: homophobic parents

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“Y/n sweetheart you can’t marry the ghost anyway if your being serious about it” her mother had told her as the three of them sat by the fireplace

“But I’m in love mother! She makes me laugh… she makes me want to protect her even if she is dead!” Y/n argued back and stood up quickly

“A woman needs protection from a man! Not from weak women!” Her father argues back which made the blood in her boil

“I can take care of myself without a man. We are strong! And I love who I choose and it’s my choice weather or not if I’m into a certain gender!” Y/n argues back

Her mother stood up and walked towards her daughter

Once she stood up, she had slapped her daughter in the face

“You will not go outside until you have it set in your mind that you cannot date another woman” Y/n had tears leaving her eyes

Y/n just ran to her room and went to cry

“And she thinks she’s strong” her father says and her mother nods her head in agreement

~Emily waits for her soon to be wife to come back in the woods

“I don’t think her parents will accept your marriage together” Maggot says inside of Emily’s eye socket

“Oh I hope that’s not the case. I love her dearly and I want her parents to love me as well” Maggot plops her eye out of her socket and then goes to stand on the broken tree branch where she sat

“Well not many people here except that kind of love here. I may be wrong though” Emily looks at her friend and then nods her head

Three hours had passed and poor Emily was more worried about her lover

“Oh I should look out for her. I’m really worried about her now. What if she’s in trouble Maggot? She’s going to need my help” Emily gets up and Maggot stood by her side now

“We can’t just knock on every door though!” Maggot says and she sighs

“It’s hopeless then” she had tears leaving her eyes now

Maggot on the other hand wasn’t about to give up though

“I’ll look for her for you! It’ll be easier for me to sneak around anyways” Emily smiles

“That’s an excellent idea!” Maggot smiles and then starts the search for Y/n

~Y/n had cried for an hour and afterwards began to recollect her thoughts

She knew she had to sneak out, so she begins packing all of her things

There was a knock on her door

“I’m naked! Don’t come in please” she lied since of course she didn’t want to get caught

“Never mind” it was her father at the other end and she sort of wanted to know what he wanted to tell her

Once she was done packing (which took her two hours because of organizing), she takes her luggage and opens her door

She knew her parents were going to be in their room and not actually on lookout

As she approaches the front door she notices Maggot coming out of the vent

She places her finger to her lips to tell him to be quite

He nods his head and comes towards her as she places her finger down

He goes onto her finger and then goes onto her shoulder

They exited out of her house and she saw Victor Van Dort out too

Victor noticed her and awkwardly waved back at her

She was definitely inviting him to her wedding since they were friends after all

~Y/n had approached the woods and soon saw her lover crying

“What’s wrong love?” Y/n asked which made Emily look at her quickly

Emily stood up and rushes up to her lover

Once Emily was in front of her, she hugs her

“I thought something bad happened to you! I couldn’t bare to see you in the afterlife yet when you haven’t drank the poison yet”

“Sweetheart look at me” Emily continues to hold onto her as she looks at her

“I’m fine, right? So why don’t we go back to the afterlife and cuddle, okay? I got all my things in here” Y/n eyes her luggage and Emily’s eyes wander off to the luggage

“Right okay. Hopscotch” they were back in the afterlife

“Did you get their blessings?” Elder Gutkencht asked them

Emily let’s go of her lover and looks at him

“No, but we’re getting married anyways” Y/n says and he nods his head

Emily and Y/n go back to the king sized coffin bed

It was at a makeshift since they only had a bed there

Once they we’re lying down, Y/n had her head on her lover’s chest

Emily was combing her lover’s hair with her fingers

“This feels more forbidden” Emily says and Y/n sighs

“Oh well. It’s not as absurd as marrying someone who’s dead” Y/n points out and Emily chuckles

“Your right” Emily says and noticed Y/n had fallen asleep

She smiles and then kisses her forehead and then wished her a goodnight

#emily corpse bride x reader #Emily x reader corpse bride #emily corpse bride #corpse bride fanfiction #corpse bride #tim burton #lgbtq #love is love #forbidden love #helena bonham carter

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xxxcertifiednerdxxx · 1 year

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Ok i have so much fanart and fanfic i already want to make, but i have to put this au out so I don’t forget it bc it’s BRILLIANT

Barbie as the princess and the pauper au for ML

Adrien is the princess obvi, and chloé is the pauper. Stay with me for this

Gabriel is the king and i guess this is a matriarchal kingdom (queendom? I am listening to Queendom by red velvet rn sooooo) bc the man needs to marry a woman to rule. He’s not a total Buttface in this au but he is annoying for trying to force adrien into marrying the queen

Nathalie is Preminger, still a gay icon, she was definitely having an affair with Emilie before Emilie died

Adrien is besties with Nino, and Nino is in love with Adrien. This is obvious to everyone except Adrien and probably Gabriel. (I was originally gonna make it Marinette, but I think this is great adrino material) (alyanette is def in the background) (luka is a minstrel even farther in the background lol)

Adrien and Nino basically act like a married couple, and Nino is going insane bc he knows Adrien is oblivious to what it’s doing to him. Adrien is just like “wow Nino is the best I would sell my soul for him and I think his lips would feel great he’s my best friend :)”

Chloé works at a dress place. Idk who runs it. She works with Marinette tho and they actually don’t hate each other. Chloé was sold by her parents bc her parents still don’t care for her in this au :p sorry chlo

Adrien and chloe happen to meet and bond quickly. Adrien is like I don’t really want to rule the kingdom. I care about the people but I’d rather help out in a low key neighborly way and not a I’m in charge of the kingdom way. And also I’m not into arranged marriage I want to get married to my true love whoever that is.

chloé is like I have a million ideas for improving the kingdom what are you talking about? And I would love to be ruler and be waited on hand and foot (bc she’s still a brat in this au at least at first) and love is for dumb dumbs but you do you I guess

But then they realize wait other than one of us having badonkadonks and longer hair, we kind of look the same

so a brilliant plan hatches

they switch places. Chloe gives Adrien a wig and and a peasant dress and stuffs a bra for him, and Adrien gets alya to cut her hair (Adrien would cut it himself but chloe didn’t trust him lol) and they wrap her so she looks flat chested and give her princess clothes. They let Nino in on the plan of course

Adrien is supposed to work for a little while in Chloé’s place while chloe gets to try out being a princess for maybe a few days

During Adrien’s time at the dress making place he talks to Marinette about his love problems. Marinette is like “dang do you know what kind of person you would fall in love with?” And Adrien starts listing off traits “like Nino, kind of like Nino, oh Nino is like that” and Marinette is like um… I think you might be in love with nino

Adrien is like omg I’m in love with Nino *gleeful squeal* i must tell him immediately

Adrien also realized he likes being a girl.

Nathalie preminger stuff goes mostly like in the movie. She kidnaps Adrien yadda yadda

Chloe finds out she has to court the queen, so Nino teaches her how to act like a man princess or whatever. Chloé is like yeah yeah love him and leave him (aka win him over for Adrien so Adrien can get with him for kingdom wide prosperity) and they kind of become friends

then Chloe meets the queen. Kagami.

they bond for real. Kagami is a capable queen and thinks Chloe has good ideas. She is captivated by Chloe’s additude and determination and strong will but also the quiet and steadfast love she has. (Kagami still thinks Chloe is Adrien tho) (I haven’t thought about voices it’s like 2 am don’t come at me)

Chloe loves how straightforward Kagami is but how she is still caring. Also Kagami is a great swordsman and Chloe is hit by the gay panic ok. And Kagami is like the king from the movie in that she’s great at disguises too

Nathalie reveals Chloe and has her arrested and offers to marry Gabriel for the throne. It seems like all is lost

but Nino saves Adrien, they confess their love and Adrien tells Nino he thinks he wants to be a girl. Nino is cool with that. They rush to save Chloe and kagami

Kagami busts Chloe out of prison and is like “I was wondering why I, a lesbian, was falling for a man. Of course you’re a woman” they confess their love. Chloe is secure in her womanhood but she enjoys a more masculine presentation

they stop Nathalie’s and Gabriel’s marriage and expose Nathalie who is arrested

Chloe and Kagami get married and rule the kingdom. Girl Adrien and Nino get married settle down as normal people but are still close to Kagami and Chloe and Gabriel I guess. Marinette and alya get married and are just vibing. Idk

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 1 year

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Identity: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

"An earthly kingdom cannot exist without the inequality of persons," Francis says on one of his videos. You already sent them to Penelope, and you're watching them at the station with the others. "Martin Luther understood the weak will always serve the strong. Like me. He had dreams and ideas."

Francis is sitting on a chair while talking to the camera, but he's sitting in the chair as if he's better than everyone else.

"It's funny, he uses the chair like it's a throne, and he's framing himself intentionally with a low angle to give him power and dominance in the frame," Spencer points out.

"In feudal times, the lord lived on high ground to spot the invader," Francis continues. "He had serfs to serve his kingdom. The lord never had to leave his castle. The serfs would bring him everything. They were the appendages of his will."

"There are eleven more tapes of this?" Emily asks in shock.

"It's his manifesto."

"First, I will build a compound, a kingdom. Second, I will arm, protect and fortify my kingdom. Third, I will keep women as serfs to serve my every need. This is my right. As a man with free will in America, I will make my kingdom a reality."

"Hey, he talks about keeping women to serve him. It's possible all these women are still alive."

"I don't think so, Emily," you say quietly.

"Excuse me. Goehring's wife is here."

"Excuse me."

You get up and follow JJ out to Diane who clearly doesn't want to be here. Everyone voted that you talk to her, and you give her a gentle smile as you take a seat next to her.

"Thank you for coming to speak with us, Mrs. Goehring."

"Did I have a choice?" she says, clearly uncomfortable.

"Everyone has a choice, Diane, but we'd really appreciate your help."

"If I don't have to be here, goodbye."

She moves to get up, but you quickly remove a picture of her and Francis that must have been taken at the beginning of their relationship.

"Is this you?"

"Where did you get this?" she gasps softly and grabs the picture gently.

Instead of answering her questions, you lay out the pictures of the missing women, noticing that they all look like her.

"Have you seen any of these women before?"

"Today on the news," she sighs.

"We believe all these women share one thing in common... they all look like you. That's what we like to call a pattern or a type. You and these women are Francis' type. When did you last see your husband?"

"I... I haven't seen him since we threw him out. The militia, I mean. What he did to me... when they found out... they threw him out."

You look to your right and up at Rossi without saying a word.

"Listen to me, Diane. Francis killed himself the other day after being caught driving this woman's car," you point to Angela's picture. "Is there anywhere you can think of that he might have taken these women?"

Diane opens her mouth and closes it a few times like a fish. She clearly knows something, and it's your job to help her get there.

"Diane, I need you to think really hard on this one. The things he did to you, he did to these women. The only difference is, that they didn't have the militia to protect them. We got a hold of Francis' tapes and he mentioned something about a place with nine acres. Do you know what he's talking about?"

"My parent's land," she says immediately when she recognizes what you're saying. "He made me give it to him when they died."

"Where is it?"

Spencer walks over with the map he drew, and with one look at it, Diane points out the plot of land.

"I know it's hard to live with the things he's put you through, but you really helped us today. Thank you so much. You're free to go home." She is already out of her seat before you can finish your last sentence. "Let's hope they're there."

Your team drops everything to go out to this plot of land. Everyone went with shovels in case they needed to dig up spots, and you have a feeling you'll be needing them very soon. As soon as you step out of the car, you know that the women are all here, but they aren't alive. You can feel their spirits.

"Sheriff, let me know when they've swept the house for explosives. In the meantime, check the perimeter. Let's find her," Hotch says to the sheriff.

You look around and spot a woman standing off in the distance, and after a few moments of staring at her, you recognize her to be Angela.

"Rossi, you need more proof that I know what I'm doing? Follow me."

You really don't mean to sound like a know-it-all, but you can see Rossi teetering on the edge of disbelief and belief. You lead him over to where Angela's spirit is, and she looks at the ground beneath her feet, and you know this is the spot where she is buried.

"How many acres is this?" you ask him.

"Nine."

"I've never been here before, Rossi. I've never met any of these people. Nine acres of land, and I should have no clue where she is buried, much less where she is. Four feet below your feet is Angela, and if you have these officers dig in this spot, you'll see that I'm right. I know there are people who claim to be psychics and con people to give them money, but I'm not that. I'm real, and all I want to do is give justice to people like Angela and the other women that Francis has killed."

Rossi believes that you believe everything you're saying, and yes, you know things that he can't explain, but it's hard for him to believe in what you can do. He's been around too many people who have done nothing but bad, and until he can know for certain you're not one of those people, he will continue to have doubts.

However, Angela deserves better, so he opts to believe you this one time.

"We might have something! I need shovels!"

A few officers rush over with shovels and begin digging in the spot where you told them to, and you look up to see Angela's spirit mist away. All spirits stay on Earth because they have unfinished business, but you know Angela's spirit has found peace. She needed to know that someone found her body, and now that you have, she is free to move on.

Three minutes later, Angela's body is recovered from the site. Everyone crowds around her to examine her, and it looks like she didn't suffer much.

"Two exit wounds, upper torso," Derek says.

Francis shot her, so she died quickly.

"I promised her son we'd find her alive," Will, the sheriff, sighs.

"She's still warm. Look at the blood, it hasn't dried yet. This is recent. Very recent."

"How is that possible?"

"Francis didn't do this. He has a partner," you say. "If his partner just killed Angela, then he isn't far. He could still be somewhere close."

"We set up roadblocks within a forty-mile radius," Will says.

"Sheriff, somebody around here must know who Goehring's partner is. We should try Goehring's pals, the militia. Maybe they can help."

"The Militia leader is Harris Townsend. He owns a bar called The Horse Post. "

"I'd suggest sending Morgan," Rossi says.

"What? All due respect, Rossi, but you've got an entire team to pick from. You're choosing me? Are you serious?"

"No offense, but do you really want to do that?" Will asks Rossi.

Derek is black, and this is a redneck county. They won't take well to Derek whether he is a good person or not. Not all rednecks residing here are racist, but the ones waving the Confederate flag might be.

"Take JJ with you. They know we're here, but you're the last face they expect."

"Let's do it, JJ," Derek sighs.

Both of them leave, and you send them a silent "good luck".

"Sheriff, we need to get into the house," Hotch says.

"Not until I get the all-clear. Goehring blew himself up. God knows what else he's got in there."

"Search what you can until we get in. Anything to build a workable profile," he says to his team.

The team splits up as Will's team searches the house. You're not coming up with anything good, but Rossi and Reid found something that could make this search a lot more dangerous. They found a gun locker with all the weapons missing which means whoever Francis' partner is, he's heavily armed. He's got at least an assault rifle, you know that much. Hotch found two sets of men's shoes in different sizes, and Will found fresh tire marks that belonged to a car around the size of a small pick-up truck.

"If he's as prepared as Goehring, he'll have a police scanner and a two-way radio."

"We can tune into the state geological survey frequency. Nobody ever listens to that," Will suggests.

You focus on the surrounding area outside of the house, and your eyes lock onto a bed of roses. There are four rows of roses in all different stages of growth. You look past the bushes and see four women who look like Angela and Diane, and you know they are four more victims of Francis. One of them points to the rose bushes before misting away.

"Guys, we need to dig up the rose bushes," you announce loudly, heading over to the flowers.

"What did you see?" Hotch asks.

"Four more victims," you say with tears in your eyes.

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Web head 6

“Hello y/n y/l/n, my name is none of your concern, all you need to worry about is your pretty little friend here” he walks around my body so he is stood in the space between me and Tess, blocking my view of her. next to him stands a table full of tools. knifes, hammers and plyers it’s funny really how such a feared organisation don’t seem to have the time of day to clean any of their cherished torture appliances.

I take in his face. I scan every feature that vile man has, I subconsciously vow to remember his face for as long as it takes to take him down. He grabs my chin, making me look into his eyes, has hands are rough and cold. The leather of his fingerless gloves graze my skin. He grins a toothy grin alike to one of a psychopath who knows they will always get away with their crime. “So tell me Y/N. How did you come to possess these powers?” He grunts out commanding an answer to his query. Snickering I shrug, the fabric of my suit pushing against the freezing temperature of the leather straps holding me into the chair. “Nice to see you find this humorous Spider-Ma..woman” he spits out, deciding to try hit a nerve by changing his statement as it neared the end as he resorted to being like every other ignorant person in New York. It doesn’t phase me the slightest bit though.

Seeing my stubbornness to comply to his demands he walks over to the rusted table, he slithers his fingers over every tool and trinket on the table before swiftly picking up a switchblade knife, not as intimidating as a machete or a sledge hammer. But small enough to make a nasty wound if used in the right way. He strides over to me taking bigger steps than he did before his head hangs higher a sense of power reeking off of him. He is in the zone. This must be his specialty.

Pointing the tip of the newly shined blade to my chin he quickly swipes it up nicking my jawline, blood drips down onto my new suit. “Now let me repeat my question. How did you get your powers?” He says a little louder than he previously had, urgency fills his voice. I smile, leaning as much forward as I can with being held to the chair. “I. Don’t. Know” I say nonchalantly before smirking. To this he grunts pulling the knife to my cheek where a scar from my childhood litters, he follows the stitching and runs the knife down it breaking the skin making me hold back a groan. It hurt like a bitch but I won’t let him see my pain I can’t let Tessa down like that. I promised her I would stay strong. If not for her safety for Emily and Kate’s. Snapping me out of my thoughts I feel the cold blade run across my forehead but I don’t break.

The torture goes on for what seems like hours he chooses a variety of different methods and not the ones you would see in those old crappy American gangsta films. He uses tools like hammers to break my cheek bone and nose, the blood has stained my suit far from fixing by now. He uses a stun gun to shock me multiple times. He goes on to heat up a branding iron and burning it into my flesh on my collar bone where he previously cut, this melts the slashed flesh back together while simultaneously making bruises and more cuts. After all of the torture he decides that I need a little motivation to help me confess how I gained the powers. He turns back to the table as I mentally prepare for another round of whatever methods he fancies next, however he picks up a book and turns to Tessa as he slowly walks back over. He says some words in Russian which in turn brings Tessa back, she screams “STOP IT IM NOT GOING TO TELL YOU ANYTHI..” before she looks over and meets my eyes. “Oh my god milo” she whispers “Tessa it’s okay I’m going to get you out of here trust me okay?” I say in a quiet tone trying to calm her nerves I know damn well she has right now.

“Right now little miss Tessa has woken up we can continue yes?” Rumlow asks in a sinister tone while walking back to the table placing the book in its original place and grabbing the same knife he first used on me. I pray he walks back to me but he doesn’t he walks over to Tessa placing the knife to her cheek.

“STOP ILL TELL YOU ANYTHING” I scream not willing to see the girl I’ve known my whole life suffer like this even if it kills me. To this he slowly turns back to me “about time” he sighs letting out a breath, he nods his head to another one of the agents, who then comes and undoes Tessa’s restraints. “Wait. You’re taking her home right? It’s either I know she is safe or you’re not getting anything from me” I speak before she is taken out of the room. Rumlow audibly sighs and gives the other agent a phone and pulls out his own before the man takes Tessa.

Both me and Rumlow watch the feed through the phone, about ten minutes later Tessa is safe at home. And the phone is taken from me. “Now tell me” he demands. I give in from exhaustion and tell him everything from going to Oscorp to Bucky stalking me. He seems satisfied as he unlocks my cuffs. He leaves the room and locks the metal door. I stand up and look down at my one green and black suit now red and black. Tony’s going to hate me so much.

I make quick work of grabbing the blood stained switchblade knife and waiting for the door to eventually open, they can’t leave me in here forever. Right.

A loud alarm and red flashing lights startle me “HEADQUARTERS BREACHED” the alarm repeatedly states. Great that’s just amazing. I stay still as the alarm continues to go off, I hear more commotion outside of the room. The door then opens and in walks a purple figure I take action and pin them to the wall behind them and hold the knife to their neck, the next thing I see is long raven hair and a purple zip up training jacket. Shit Kate. I instantly let go and stumble back. I’ve just held my longtime crush/ new coworker at knife point. She looks down at me, taking my appearance in for a few seconds before closing the door and running toward me, kneeling down and hugging me. Well that want what I was expecting but I wrap my arms around her waist, after what seems like forever she brings her hand up to her ear clicking her coms and speaking “found y/n guys, clear out anyone else in this vicinity so we can get him out of here” she demands whoever else she is speaking to from the team. I look at her in shock as she lifts her hand to wipe blood from my eye, I flinch a little and she whispers “what did they do to you?” My eyes start to close a little and she comes behind me, lifting my body back onto the chair and telling me to rest.

- time skip -

My eyes slowly flutter open the bright lights blinding and a headache incoming quickly. I turn over like any other time I’ve woken up from a shitty dream but I sense that this isn’t my bed. Or Emily’s or Tessa’s not even Kate’s. Where am I? I open my eyes and look up to see Kate and Tessa sat in the room, I take in my surroundings seeing I’m in hospital. Nope not today. I quickly go to stand up but Kate is quicker to hold me down. “Y/n you have to rest cmon you’ll be okay I’m here. So is Tessa” she says in a comforting tone which calms me a little.

They both explain what happened and that Bruce said I have a minor concussion but the memory of what happened will come back sooner than we all think and that I just need to rest. They also explain that Tessa was unharmed and got out with only a few bad cuts on her legs and arms that have been taken care of. We end up putting one of Tessa’s super hero movies on and I end up falling asleep in between both of the girls.

#reader insert #x y/n #avengers #the avengers #trans spiderman #spider man #spider person #tess and y/n #webhead #y/n being a golden retriever friend #y/n x kate #kate bishop x y/n #kate x reader

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frostedlemonwriter · 1 year

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Through a haze of post-alcohol consumption laid a mid-twenties mercenary as she snored away to dreams known only to her. A faint neon green light streamed through the broken blinds, reflecting off the chrome that had become as integral to her body as Logan’s natural skin. Muffled music played from the apartment across the hall. Something that was never unusual this time of the night. Yet it didn’t disturb the nocturnal slumber of the drunk woman.

The slim phone on her bed lit up before Witchy Watch played. Which rang to the ether as Logan lay unresponsive. Her body was in the throes of a recuperative state of deep dreams and existence in a different state. Alone it rang before the phone went quiet and its screen turned black. A soft knock came from the front door. This caused the sleeping figure to stir. Logan’s mind, clouded with cobwebs and the mists of alcohol imbibed.

“What?” Logan mumbled to herself.

Without regard to anything, the tired, sleep-hazed woman stood up with a clumsy gait. No care that she wore only her underwear, but Logan grabbed her small pistol, which sat on the small table near the front door that also stored her keys and wallet.

“Who is it?” Called out Logan.

A strong force hit the door, which would have caused it to break apart like a wet paper bag if it weren't reinforced. With her strengthened legs, Logan turned the doorknob and kicked the door open, which flung whoever was behind it backward and crashed into the wall. There stood a man, a shocked expression on his face, raising his gun at Logan. She grabbed the barrel and bent it as quickly as one would do with a straw. Logan ripped it from the ork’s grip and cracked it across his jaw, which sent a tusk flying to the side. Grabbed the man by his neck, the pistol pointed at the form which leaned against the wall.

“Who sent ya?” Logan demanded.

“We don’t know! Someone hired us,” Stammered the dwarf on the floor. “They called themselves The Brute.”

Logan clenched her jaw; she replied, “Who is The Brute?”

Both men shook their heads, and Logan lowered her gun. Like beaten dogs, the two men ran off towards the stairway, where they disappeared to lick their wounds. She bit her bottom lip before Logan closed the door. With a startle, her phone rang again.

“Choomba! Ya got to get up! Someone’s comin’ for ya,” Emily’s voice, exhausted and terrified, came over the phone.

“I dealt with ‘em,” Logan replied.

She padded over to her bed and sat down. A grimace came over her face as the sweat and booze mixed to a foul aroma.

“Oh, good then. Did ya need a body extraction?”

#writerblr #writers on tumblr #creative writing #cyberpunk #wip #my wip #mystory

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uncleasad · 3 months

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This was written from notes jotted on or about January 15.

It had been a week or so since I watched Episode 7, and it felt like a chasm had developed between then and now—a chasm also reflected on screen, between Emily and Edward, as well as a minor one between Emily mère and Edward, as he prepares to abandon her for Congress—at Christmas!

At the beginning, the rift between Emily and Sue also remains, although perhaps it is beginning to mend. We see Sue’s jealousy of Emily’s friendship/flirting with Ben, which is a fun mirror to Emily’s mild resentment of Sue’s relationship with Austin in the early days of the season. Finally, though, there appears to be a rapprochementbetween the BFFs when they have an honest talk and Sue confesses how she was taking Emily’s presence, always being there when she wanted or needed her, for granted.

Until then, though, Ben is Emily’s lifeline, and she decides single-handedly to “rescue” her mother’s cancelled Christmas Dinner—the insanity of it all, just to impress Ben. Emily, the anti-housewife, goes full-on housewife in this episode, and it is both hilarious—but also impressive to see how much she has absorbed of “the woman’s role” to (mostly—with the help of others, including Sue) pull it all off.

(When Emily was forced to confess to Lavinia that Ben was not really married, the youngest Dickinson’s excitement was palpable—whether that was actually happiness for Emily, or more for her own progress towards matrimony potentially being unblocked, we don’t know.)

As for Sue and Austin, I’m still not sure whether he loves Sue or only the idea of Sue, but it felt in that moment that he did hear her. (Such a terrible fear to have carried her whole life—and another reminder that these events of nearly two centuries ago are not so far removed from today, as here in Georgia we are near the bottom—40-something-th—in maternal mortality, even though our governor would rather ignore that uncomfortable truth. Or, as so many cases post-Dobbs have shown, the men in power have codified the idea that the mother should die so that the child can be born. In large swaths of this country, we have returned to the horrors of two hundred years ago.)

The relationship between Edward and Emily continues to be one of the most interesting ones in the series. Despite his gruff, man-of-the-era attitude and views, Edward seems almost desperate for Emily’s good graces. We’re 80% of the way through the season, and the series has yet to try to explain why he is this way—he does not have the same need with his wife or his other daughter, and I would guess not Austin, either. So here he is still bending over backwards to please—or at least appease—Emily with the Christmas present of the conservatory, her very own greenhouse attached to the house so she might grow plants and flowers year-round. However, Emily’s vision, of her trapped in the conservatory, trapped in her father’s house, makes me wonder how Emily really feels? Especially after her conversation with her mother, who is so proud of how Emily stepped up and showed she could take care of the family life, and then “grants” Emily’s wish not to need to be married…which suddenly becomes a prison.

Ben’s illness is strong foreshadowing on its own, and then very much on the nose with Death’s carriage as Emily walks home alone. (Aside: I really loved that red-and-blue combination on Emily in that scene, the red dress, red scarf, red lips, complemented with the blue coat, and against the stark white of the Christmas snow.)

#musings #Dickinson #Dickinson 1x08 #Emily Dickinson #Edward Dickinson #Emily Norcross Dickinson #Sue Gilbert #Ben Newton #Lavinia Dickinson #Austin Dickinson #history #reproductive rights #the past is always present

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strangerofunova · 11 months

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On learning to love the way things fell part 7; odd connections

Brant and I had a bit of time scheduled in Castelia before we caught the ship to our next destination, and we had planned to spend the day investigating new leads. Thanks to Brant we had a strong one lined up.

First was the interview with the thief, the man who had supposedly released the Manaphy. The meeting went fine, but very little new information actually came of it. Everything we could find indicated this man had no idea there was even anything wrong.

I left feeling dejected, unable to make a difference as always. Brant meanwhile still had his usual spark as he lead me to his next destination. He brought me to a run down park on the edge of the city, a neighborhood so thoroughly unremarkable it barely registered as part of Castelia. An average looking woman was waiting for us at one of the tables, and Brant greeted her with enthusiasm.

“Nagel this is Emily, she was by the college the night before the robbery.”

She waved at Brant with annoyance.

“Oh come on you don’t have to be gentle about it, I was homeless. Their furnace was against the wall of an alley. It was a nice, warm spot to pitch my tent in winter. But that night they had turned it down, I had to pack up and go somewhere else. Got arrested for trespassing at the end of it all.”

Brant turned to me, excited.

“We’ve got more than just her word to back it up, whole maintenance staff knew her by name.”

“So Beuregard was trying to cool down the egg, even though Manaphy are incredibly sensitive to temperature? Why? Why take that risk?”

“Couldn’t say, only reason the college would ever do that would be if they’re preparing to sell it.”

“How does that factor in?”

“Cooling an egg slows the hatch time, moving an egg’s a heck of a lot easier than an infant. Hard to say what he was planning though, we’ll have to see what your friend turns up.”

We would get the call from Concordia later that night, she had spent all day digging through Team Plasma’s old records. Ghetsis was the last potential buyer for her to look into, with enough resources to have been involved in organizing the sale, or at the very least made a bid. It had gone about as well as I’d expected, turning up no results of note. Even so, there was something unusual in the totality of the silence, there wasn’t a single mention of a Manaphy in any of Plasma’s records. I knew there had to be a reason.

“That’s it. We can’t find the Manaphy because it no longer exists.”

Brant seemed to think I was just upset, but I was dead serious.

“Think about it; why would someone trying to get every weapon he could find not be searching for a Manaphy? This is Ghetsis we’re talking about, why would someone who seriously considered enslaving every mythical in Unova not care about a pokemon able to swap people’s bodies? That’s because he knew it was gone.”

“Then what happened to it?”

“Remember what you said earlier? Beuregard intentionally cooled it down so he could find a buyer before it hatched. But he underestimated how sensitive Manaphy eggs are and accidentally turned it into a Phione that couldn’t survive in the wild. Plasma’s files are the conclusive evidence we need, the proof is in the total lack of proof.”

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primeideal · 2 years

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Okay I think I figured part of the reason why a current WIP is not coming together, and that’s that I smushed two different AUs into one. Like, in both cases, it’s past Alice/Bob, and Chris shows up flirting with Alice while she’s like...“thanks, but no thanks.” In an AU where Alice is trying to find herself/cope with her loss of superpowers, there’s room for angst and plot, but Chris is just kind of awkwardly there. If Alice is instead like “not only do I not need romance right now, but also, I don’t even need a man to kill bugs for me I have superpowers for that,” it’s more of a comedy. And I think the comedy might be less suited to a longfic, but whatever, I should at least try it and see if it coheres better that way before giving up.

(And in either case, there could be background Dave/Emily! In the first case I think it might be more poignant/fitting for Alice and Emily to get together in the end and be like “ugh, men, who needs them,” in the second it might be more fitting for Alice to be like “actually I think Chris is hot and I would consider dating him, but only if and when he recognizes that I am a strong independent woman who don’t need no man.”)

#blather

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hypnagogia-if · 2 years

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You’re the star of one of the biggest TV Shows to grace the pixelated screens of the world in a long time. A series set in your own world but an alternate one; so familiar yet alien.

Your character is one of the Afflicted; beings that have visions of what is to come, all muddled during sleep, only the sense of foreboding remaining. Leaving scattered memories and a sickening feeling in your gut. It was a show, the concept and chemistry between the cast, that pulled people in. Launching you into the stratosphere of stardom.

It was only after a small accident on set that everything started to change. You started getting them— seeing them…. visions. But not just any visions.

You were actually in your characters place; transported into the city of Elasora. Where reality and fiction starts to blur.

Will you be able to pull yourself out of your waking dream? Before it becomes your living nightmare?

Features

This story is 18+ for mature themes that will later be depicted in the story. Please be aware of this before you continue on.

Customizable MC; gender, sexuality, name, appearance, maybe even some vices.

Romance 1 of 5 characters that’ll offer varying complexities in your life. (3 being gender selectable.)

Will you start to succumb to the world your world believes is fiction? Or will you stand strong against it?

How will you let your dreams affect your day-to-day life?

Will you let anyone in? How will you explain it?

Will your reality meld with your fantasy?

Nicholas/Natasha Lewis, 31 (M/F)

-The Love Interest-

The onscreen love interest of your character with unparalleled chemistry. Your characters have livened up the show; becoming its very heart. The only problem? They can’t stand you when the cameras aren’t rolling. Something that becomes that much harder to deal with after every dream ends. How can you look them in the eyes that are filled with nothing when just hours before they had been filled with complete adoration?

(Also known as Leon/Lena Stark.)

Russian // Irish // British

Emmett/Emily Campbell, 29 (M/F)

-The Best Friend-

Your onscreen and offscreen best friend. They have stuck by you through the trying tribulations of when your career was first starting. Being their fun loving selves throughout as they gently tease you. You know that they’d always stay steadfast in your corner. Offering you a hand if you needed it. You have high hopes that this will be one of those times.

(Also known as Shawn/Sarah O’Hara.)

Spanish // Italian // American

Oliver/Olivia Allen, 27 (M/F)

-The PA-

One of the newest additions to the set that offers a breath of fresh air. Having been a long time fan before signing onto be apart of the crew; maybe they’ll offer you an insight you haven’t thought of before. Giving you a semblance of an idea, even if it’s just a fan theory, on why this is happening to you.

American // South African

Amelia Harris, 35 (F)

-The Manager-

A woman that might have a serious migraine, or worse, if you don’t start getting your act together. While she may appear cold to some you know that Amelia has your best interests at heart. You were her first, and most treasured, client. You just hope that when you need her most she’ll pull through. Like she always has in the past for you.

German // British // American

Kaidan Zhang, 33 (M)

-The Writer-

Who better to help you then the man who has made the very lore of the world you’re going to? Kaidan is one of the people that can help you make sense of what is happening to you. His warm personality and kind smile doing little to detract from that sentiment. You just hope that he actually believes you. Though you wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t.

Korean // American

Additional Characters

Felix/Fleur D’aureville, 30 (M/F)

-The Villain-

The antagonist of the show that is as deadly as they are beautiful. With a sinister smile and a dark past they’ve fostered quite the following; especially when in comparison to the sunny person that plays them. Someone who would give you the shirt off their back if you asked. A fact that makes it that much harder to connect who you’re used to dealing with, with the character that they play. A character that has become all too real. May become an RO later on.

(Also known as Aiden/Amara Heroux.)

French // Scottish

Helena Martin, 49 (F)

-The Producer-

One of the Executive Producers, who also happens to be your mother, and always makes sure that everything is in order. While she may appear to be aloof on the outside she can be quite caring; especially when in regards to you. Though she’s never been one to give you anything in your career. You had to work for your lead role in the show. Something you’d forever be grateful for.

Angelina Callaway, 40 (F)

-The Director-

One of the best directors in the game; your show was lucky to be able to get her. And while you’ve never been the closest with her, you can tell that she cares greatly for every single person on the set. Unless someone is shirking their duties (then it’d be best to get out of sight). Maybe she’ll offer some guidance in your time of need. Even if she doesn’t know what exactly she’s helping you with.

German // British

Atlas and Benji, 5 and 3 (M)

-The Protection-

The resident guard dogs on set, always there because of your head-of-security, that offer companionship to all those that need it; as long as they get belly rubs out of the deal. You’ll always be safe with these two watching your back.

#hypnagogia #interactive fiction #interactive novel #no demo #will make a full RO post when I finish their descriptions

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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36 Questions to Fall in Love

Summary: When Derek bets Spencer that he cant make someone fall in love with him in a week, he doesn’t expect Spencer to marry the girl the next day

warnings: strangers to lovers, blind dates, betting, talks of: drug use, drug addiction, abusive marriages, rape, sexual assault, abuse, attempted murder, mass shootings, parental death, love confessions, elopements, opposite of slow burn

word count: 8K

A/N: this is based on a request I received a while back about this article

Derek was a betting man, to say the least. He knew Spencer was from Vegas, he also knew Emily couldn’t say no to a challenge and that Rossi had enough money to burn. Betting at work was the best way to have fun when he worked there, and now he can’t stop.

“I’m not saying con a woman into loving you, I’m saying let us find a girl and let’s see if she can fall in love with you, take a week off from work and just spend time wooing her, and in a week, me or Emily will hit on her, if she turns us down for you, then you’ve won.”

Derek explained it like it was simple, and yet the mere thought of being set up with someone was horrifyingly nerve-wracking. But he got Spencer to agree… unbeknown to him that he had another bet going on the side.

You see earlier that day he was invited to Penelope’s apartment, her younger sister was moving in for a little while and they needed a big strong man to help move the boxes. And like Penelope, Y/N was really chatty and overly friendly really fast. It was like he’s always known Y/N Garcia.

She explained to Derek how hard it was in California to find good men who want someone to love them, she’s tired of guys thinking she comes on too fast, she wants someone who wants to settle and have kids and be a dad. Not a Vain narcissist who only cares about what the city can offer him.

“The last guy I went on a date with literally ran when I mentioned I read a New York Times article about 36 questions to make you fall in love… I just want a person to love? Is that really so hard?”

A lightbulb goes off in Derek’s mind, and Penelope almost reads it.

“Spencer.” They both reply with the same cheeky grin.

“I bet you, you could be as insane as you say you are and he’d still be in love with you by the end of the week.” Derek teases, and the way she smiles shows just how interested she is.

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Woo her.

The words have rattled around in his brain every second of every moment since Derek said he found a girl for him.

She was free on Saturday, all Spencer had to do was tell Derek where she should meet him and all Penelope had to do was not mention to Spencer that she had a sister, it was up to Y/N when Spencer learned that fact.

She’s already there at the restaurant when he arrives, he’s not sure what he was expecting when Derek said he found the perfect girl but it wasn’t this. He was thinking it was going to be a joke, that either no one would show or Derek was hooking him up with some hot blonde who was way out of his league.

She was beautiful in a nice dress, her makeup was stunning and she looked so content sitting there, waiting for him. Starring her ice water with a straw, she wasn’t paying any attention to the room, she barely knew he was there.

“Hi?” He said softly, not wanting to startle her.

“Hi,” she beamed up at him, that same unsure look on her face. Neither of them was expecting anything from the other, but they were pleasantly surprised.

“Spencer Reid,” he says, actually extending a hand to shake her’s because it’s the chivalrous thing to do.

She reaches out her hand, watching him take it and kiss her knuckle softly, she’s so surprised. “Oh, um, Y/N Garcia,” she whispers the name and his eyes go wide.

“Garcia?” He panics a little, sitting down in the booth and facing her as her face drops at his reaction.

“Did he not tell you I’m Penelope’s sister? I knew Derek was up to something,” she looked like it was all too good to be true, upset almost.

“He didn’t, he probably wanted you to tell me, I mean this all so we can get to know each other,” Spencer shrugs it off, interested in seeing why Derek picked her of all people.

“I guess,” she smiled again, “so what do you do?”

“I work with Penelope, I specialize more in psycho-linguistics and geographical profiling.”

She nods in approval, “I’m a high school English teacher.”

Spencer laughs lightly, “what’s that like?”

“Interesting to say the least, especially in California. Every kid there wants to be on TikTok, no one cares about reading any of the books I ask them too,” she just shakes her head. “I’m worried about the next generation.”

“Me too, it’s almost alarming how many kids are unsubs,” he agrees. She’s so easy to talk to, he’s suddenly not nervous anymore and the waiter is coming to take their order.

He never even opened the menu, “what looks good?” He asks Y/N, nervous and she can tell.

“I think I’m going to have the lobster, let’s go all out?” She shrugged again, both of them feeling more adventurous than normal.

“I’ll have that as well,” Spencer smiled, keeping eye contact with only her as she handed the menus back to him.

They ordered sides and appetizers, stuffed mushrooms and fresh bread, it was amazing. They traded small facts about each other, Spencer noticed a lot of Penelope’s quirks in her, she was very friendly and kind and funny. She loved to tease him and make him laugh, his stomach hurt by the time their lobsters came out.

“I’ve never done this before,” she admits, putting on her bib and holding the claw cracker in one hand.

“Neither have I, but I think it’s fairly simple you just need to apply the correct amount of pressure,” he demonstrates by picking up the crustacean and cracking it at its weakest point before twisting it open.

He’s surprised he did it, so is she as she copies is movements and struggles a bit. “You got it, come on,” he encourages her as she squeezed so hard her hands shake but the shell does eventually crack.

She smiles like she just won the science fair, overly proud as they stare at each other. Enamoured already by just how cute the other was.

“So, what do you do for fun outside being a fed?” She teases between bites.

“I like to spend my time finding new things, I tend to go to the same spots often but I’m always looking for new places. I like the theatre, the old cemetery is nice, I’m excited for the new phantasmagoria to open this fall,” he explains all his interests as he cracks away at his dinner. “I just like to try and appreciate what’s out there, after everything I see.”

“That’s really nice, I’ve always wanted to go to a phantasmagoria actually, science magic is the best kind of magic,” she says it like it’s nothing, almost embarrassed by the interest.

“Me too, I love magic,” Spencer lights up, “I can actually do some magic, hold on.”

He digs his NA chip out of his pocket, showing it to her quickly before making it disappear and reappear behind her ear and she was so smitten, “how the heck?” She asked as she reached for her own ear, shocked at the fact he could do it.

“Do you always keep a coin on you for that?”

He thinks about it for a second, not knowing if he should tell her or not. “No, I keep this on me for support.”

He places it on the table, she picks it up instead and inspects it carefully, “2 years is a really long time, I’m really proud of you.”

He feels like he falls in love with her in that moment, she places the chip back in his hand and smiles, “it’s not easy to admit nor recover from, it’s something you should be really proud of Spencer.”

“Thank you,” he blushes, “um, is there anything else you want to know about me?”

She bites the inside of her lip as she thinks, “actually I was reading an article the other day that said there are a list of personal questions you can ask someone and by the end of all of them you should be in love with the person.”

He thought it was a good opportunity to take a sip of water, upon hearing the word love he realizes it was a mistake. He chokes lightly, coughing as he puts the glass back down and apologizes.

“Love?” He repeats the word.

“I’m going to be real honest here Spencer, I don’t date to get my heartbroken, I date to find my life partner so if you’re not interested in marriage or kids one day tell me now,” she’s very stern about it and he can tell she’s gotten her hopes up and heart broken before.

“I want that too, I just didn’t expect you to be so upfront about it,” he’s honest, because clearly that’s what she wants from him. “What was on the question list?”

“Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?” She asks, remembering the questions easily.

“Wow,” he takes a moment to think about it, “alive or dead?”

“Sure, why not,” she shrugs.

“Probably biological Eve,” he comes to the decision rather quickly. “I’ve always been fascinated with the fact all humans can be traced back to one single women. I’m sure she was amazing, it must have been so interesting being the first women on earth.”

“That is the coolest answer anyone has ever given me,” she smiles, “I think I’d be boring and have dinner with Julia Roberts.”

“She’s a very talented actress,” he smiles, recognizing the name from Penelope’s movie nights. “Um, I have an eidetic memory, do you have the list I can just read it once and then we can spit it back and forth easily.”

She looks at him with wide eyes and a growing smile, “yeah hold on.” She takes out her cellphone and pulls up the article before handing it to him.

He reads it quickly and then hands it right back, she was amazed, surely it was a joke? “Would I like to be famous?” He repeats the next question to himself.

“No,” he’s very certain. “I’ve had some encounters with psychopaths who think they are my biggest fans, perfect match or my only rival, and it’s not fun. I’m sure being adored is lovely, but I don’t like the attention if it’s not from a good place.”

“So you want praise but you don’t want a stalker?” She dumbs it down slightly with a smile, “I definitely don’t want to be famous because I don’t like other peoples opinions about me.”

“That’s incredibly fair.”

“Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say?” She asks the next one.

“If it’s for work or my mother, yes,” he answers it completely honestly. “I prefer not to make phone calls, so when I have to make them I typically spend the day before panicking.”

She smiles, “well, if you ever need someone to call tech support and pretend to be you, I am really good on the phone.”

“Like Penelope?”

She nods, “we spent a lot of time talking on the phone when she moved to Virginia for your team.”

“That must have been really hard, I’m surprised she hasn’t mentioned you yet?”

“I’m not really her sister,” she smiles, “I wish I was. I met her during a really abusive relationship and I didn’t feel close to my parents anymore, so my old name didn’t feel right either. Penelope and her brothers were the closest thing I had to family, so I took their name after my divorce.”

“That’s beautiful,” his smile is so soft, she wonders if he feels the same about Penelope.

“What do you consider a perfect day?” She moves on before she can pry into his personal life further, just to pry into his personal life further— in another direction.

“Nobody dies.”

“Even the bad guys?” She squints as she asks it, wondering if that was an appropriate topic for the first date.

“I’m not a fan of the prison system, and I’m really not a very big fan of suicide by cop, let alone lethal injection,” he explained. “Just because you’re a murderer or a psychopath doesn’t mean you have to die too, there is rehabilitation and a way to keep them sane and alive while keeping people safe. I just hate when people die.”

“Me too,” her smile is sad, “my perfect day would be having my parents back, I’d like to show them my degree and go out for ice cream and give them another hug.”

“We should have our perfect days back to back,” his voice is low, he was nervous to say it. “Cause then once you bring them back, I stop people from dying and they can stay forever.”

He sees her heartbreak as the tears well in her eyes, “that would be nice.”

“Um,” he clears his throat and then takes a sip of water. “When was the last time you sang to yourself, or someone else?”

“I was singing in the car on the way here,” she smiles with a sniffle, “I sing a lot actually. I’m always humming or tapping as well, if my mind is wandering then it has to make some kind of noise.”

“What is your favourite thing to hum?” He can’t stop himself from asking it, “I personally do the muppets, duh duh nanana, manamanah.”

She laughs again, and a tear slips out as her eyes close. She hurries to wipe it away, “I often find myself doing the teletubbies song, you know; ‘Tinky-Winky, Dipsy,’” she sings the words before humming the tune to match.

“That’s a good one too,” Spencer is really enthusiastic suddenly, the way he would be with Penelope. He was really comfortable. “If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want?”

“Mind, because that’s how you keep a good body. If I can keep the strength and willpower to get up in the mornings and go to work and remember why I love being alive, I’ll be young forever,” she answers like it’s rehearsed.

“I was going to say I’d want my mind too, but the way you said it is a lot more elegant,” he teases. “My mom has Alzheimer's, you were honest about wanting kids and you should know that's genetic. I can also pass on schizophrenia and any other mental illness, like depression, bipolar disorder and most definitely anxiety—

“Spencer,” she reaches across the table for his hand, “breathe, that’s not scary to me. My grandma had it too, I’m not optimal gene-wise either.”

He takes a deep breath, “Sorry.”

“It makes you real to react like that, I don’t mind seeing that side of you. Fake strong men and men who compensate are the worst, in my opinion.”

“Mine too,” he agrees. “I am an anxious worrier, I barely sleep, I’m terrified of the dark, I have PTSD nightmares about my short stay in prison, and I cry a lot when I’m alone.”

“It was a mistake clearly? The prison stay, that is.”

“Yeah,” he nods, moving to the next question. “Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die?”

She laughs through her nose at the switch topic change, “well until I was 19 I thought my husband was going to kill me, then I thought maybe it would be myself, now I’m content dying in my sleep when I'm old.”

“It is ever-changing,” he agrees. “I have died before.”

“What did it feel like?”

She doesn’t ask how, she knows he was sober, she knows he’s been to prison, she knows he’s an agent. It wasn’t a surprise. Penelope even almost died once before, it was an unfortunate part of the job.

“Warm.”

“Like soothing warm, like drinking a hot chocolate, or that uncomfortable warm like being in a hot car?”

“Like a hug.”

Her lips purse, she hums a bit. “Yeah, my answer stays the same.”

“Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common.”

“You like to learn,” she smiles again. “You enjoy the mysteries and the horribleness of the world because it keeps you grounded. You love your mom.”

“We love Penelope, our hearts have similar scars, life has been mean to us for no reason,” he adds 3 more for good measure.

“What are you grateful for in life?” She asks the next question.

“I’ve never said this before,” he prefaces, “but found family. If it wasn’t for my team, no matter who was coming and going over the years, anyone who has had my back. Anyone who loves me in any capacity. That’s what I’m grateful for.”

“We’re not even through the first set of questions and I can see why everyone loves you,” she admits. Moving far too fast, doing exactly what Derek wanted from her.

To scare him and see if he still stays.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Spencer stops the questions, “I can’t continue if I can’t tell you this.”

“Yeah, what’s wrong?”

“Derek and Emily bet me $20 that I couldn’t get someone to fall in love with me, he wanted to set this up and then hit on you in a week and see if you picked me over him, and it feels like a really shitty thing to do to you. It’s making me feel like you’re an object more than a person and I feel really bad about it.”

She just laughs and he has no idea why. “He bet me that I could be as insane as I am with most of my dates and you’d still want to stay with me after a week.”

“You’re not mad?” He worries, by passing her words and the implications of it all.

“No, did you truly mean how you feel?”

“Yes…”

“Then I accept your apology, you’re really kind Spencer. I believe you when you speak, I trust you,” she explains her reasoning and he settles once more. “You’re the most real man I’ve ever met, I think.”

“Thank you,” he smiles again, reaching out for her hand once more, “do you want to finish these questions?”

“Not really,” she smirks, “I think they were wrong about all 35 of them making you fall in love with someone.”

“How so?”

“It only took me 9.”

It’s so absurd they start to laugh, making eye contact, they feel delirious. His hand in hers, she squeezes it lightly and he never wants to let it go.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

“Sure, did you drive?” She asks.

“No, I walked over.”

She gets up from the table and takes his hand once more, “well, are we going to mine or yours?”

“Are you living with Penelope?”

“Yours it is then,” she teases, bumping his shoulder. This was going to be fun.

Spencer pays for their meal and meets her out front, he gets in her passenger seat and gives her the directions. “Do you want to finish the questions on the drive?” He asks.

“Hmm, well, 11 is a long one, if you want to start telling me your life story in graphic detail? Or we can jump to 12 and you can tell me what super ability you’d like to wake up with?”

“Have you ever watched star trek?”

She’s not expecting that, it makes her take a double-take, she laughs lightly, “Yeah, why?”

“Deanna Troi can sense peoples emotions, I think that would really help with my job,” he explains it easily. “And in times like this.”

“I can just tell you,” she offers, pulling into his apartment complex, she can tell why he walked.

“You don’t have to yet, let it simmer,” he smiles softly, he’s not ready for her to make a decision like loving him when she really doesn’t know everything yet. “Come inside?”

She nods, getting out and taking his hand again for the walk inside. His house is green, and it makes sense. There are door wooden bookshelves and the distant smell of old books and spilled coffee, it’s dusty and old and very Spencer.

“Can I tell you some of my story?” She asks as she kicks her shoes off.

“Absolutely,” he follows her lead, “do you want anything, wine, water?”

“Wine would be nice,” she smiles, following him to the kitchen, “you know my favourite place to talk to someone is in the kitchen.”

“Why?”

“It's the heart of the house,” she smiles slightly, “that's what my mom used to say. This is where all the love happens.”

He loves her and he knows it already, she makes him happy and calm and if she’s in the heart of his house she might as well know all of his own heart.

“I was born in Vegas,” Spencer admits, pushing his life story past his lips before she can stop him or else he wouldn’t.

“My mom was a professor, my dad is an attorney, I have always been really smart and not so athletic, I enjoy chess and reading and I had big thick glasses as a child. My mom participated in a murder and my dad covered it up and that ruined their marriage but they blamed it on her schizophrenia when he left. And then I was left to raise her when she was supposed to be raising me. I cared for her until I turned 13, I left her during the weeks and my aunt would make sure she was okay and I would travel back and forth from CalTech and Vegas on the weekends.”

She can see the exhaustion on his face at just remembering it.

“I got my licence at 16, and then I took her car and it was easier. When I was 18 I put her in a sanatarium and sold her house and took a road trip with my friend to Virginia to go to the academy. He didn’t like it after a week and asked me to go with him to New Orleans and I didn’t— I met my mentor and joined the BAU instead. I was kidnapped and drugged by a man with DID… I died and then his personality switched and Tobias brought me back. I had an addiction to Dilaudid for a few months after, then I got sober after visiting Ethan in New Orleans.”

“Was he good to you?”

“Wonderful,” he smiles, “he was my shoulder to cry on for a long time and I didn’t realize how much I needed him in my recovery until we got a case and I had a reason to see him. I missed a plane and ignored my friends to just be with him. He’s the reason I got clean, not anything else… he told me that I was too special to hate myself, and he was right.”

“He was,” she smiles. “He sounds lovely.”

“And then, the first time I saw my mom after putting her in the sanatarium was because she told parts of our case to a man who lost his daughter, and he did a lot of messed up stuff… like he shot my co-worker. She was another special person to me—“

“I’m so sorry.”

He smiles, “she lived, don’t worry. I loved Elle, she was amazing but the bureau didn’t see that. She was a broken toy to them, we all become one eventually. I miss her a lot.”

She walks into his space and wraps her arms around him, giving him a hug as he rests against the counter, she makes no attempt to move back. Holding him in the heart of the house, close to her own. He holds her back just as tight.

“Maeve, she was another person I loved who got shot, she died. I see her sometimes when I sleep, she visits me when I’m in the most need. I’ll always love her, but she’s gone. The only other woman who claims to have loved me was a psychopath who is dead now too, she framed me for murder, had me drugged, kidnapped my mother and the list goes on and it’s not pretty. In prison she had a lot of bad things happen to me, I have scars that will never heal and a part of me was lost but I’m okay now.”

They have a moment of silence in the middle of their stories, she absorbs it while preparing her own, rubbing his back as her cheek stays pressed to his chest.

“I was born in California, my parents were high school sweethearts, they made me at prom. Learned that from the scrapbooks,” she laughs against his chest, “they were great and then they died when I was 14, it was a mass shooting at a mall, and I went to a foster home. I married the oldest son in the home after he groomed me for a few years… I met Penelope when I was 20 and she helped me get divorced and back on my feet and her brothers protected me.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry you relate to loss.”

“It's the one thing that unites us all, really,” Spencer’s voice is barely a whisper. “When you think about it, we’re all born and we all die, the only difference is how we fill the middle.”

They never get to that bottle of wine he mentioned, she pulls back and asks the next question as she drags him to his bedroom. “If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future, or anything else, what would you want to know?”

“If I get to have kids.”

She drags him into the room and closes the door, “that was going to be my answer.”

“Is there something that you've dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven't you done it?” He asks as she starts to take her clothes off.

“Sleep beside the love of my life.”

“I’ve never woken up beside the love of my life,” he replies with a soft smile and follows suit, getting undressed down to their underwear before climbing in bed.

“Greatest accomplishment?” She asks as they settle in, laying her cheek on his chest once more.

He takes a moment to think of everything he’s done that has been good, and one really stands out. “there was a case a few years back, we found a bunch of kids who went missing and returned them to their families and gave answers to the families of children who didn’t make it. Days like that feel like a reward.”

“Getting divorced,” she pushes the words out quickly.

“Most valued friendship?” He asks, knowing she doesn’t need to explain herself.

“Penelope.”

“Derek.”

“Most treasured memory?”

“When JJ placed her son in my arms and told me I was his godfather,” his voice is hushed and she knows it’s because he doesn’t want to cry. “It's the closest I’ve gotten to being a father so far.”

“I got an end of the year present when I was first starting out, this girl told me that I was the reason she enjoyed reading again and it was the reason I started teaching, I’ll never forget her. Tammy Brownlee, she graduated in 2009 and we’ve been Facebook friends ever since.”

“Most terrible memory?”

“My parents dying.”

“You’d think mine would be dying right?” He asked, she nodded against his chest, “it was actually being held down by 3 men, getting a sock shoved in my mouth while they beat me.”

She kissed his chest softly, “I’m sorry, I know that feeling. Mind you, he was only 1 man, it’s not a good feeling.”

“If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?”

“If it’s definite; not like a chance or a cancer statistic, if it’s like this is the day you die no ifs and's or butts, then I’d just continue as normal and have 1 really awesome day right before,” she smiles against him. “Make the most of it all.”

“If I was dying a year today, I’d ask you to marry me.”

“Already?” She laughs, thinking he’s kidding.

“You want a nice husband and a kid? I will be good for you as long as I know you, and I’ll have as many kids as you want me to help you make.”

She’s silent as she thinks about it. “What does friendship mean to you?”

“Someone who is there for you even when they don’t want to be, even when it’s hard,” Spencer whispers, thinking about his friends.

“It means hacking the government and voiding a marriage and changing someone's name so they can escape,” Y/N whispers. “don’t tell the feds she did that too.”

“What roles do love and affection play in your life?”

“I crave it and hardly receive it, but I give it out like it’s a sample at costco,” she snickers at the example she gave. “It’s something that people have always admired about me and yet it’s also the thing that scares people away. When I love, I love hard and it’s full and annoying and you will feel suffocated sometimes, but just tell me when and I’ll back off.”

“I don’t know how to ask for what I need,” Spencer whispers. “But I need someone to love me like that.”

“The next one is to alternate 5 good things about each other,” she rests her chin on her hand as she looks up at his face in the darkness, “soft.”

He pauses for a moment, bypassing the easiest one and saying pretty, instead, he says; “you’re honest.”

“You’re very caring,” she replies.

“You see beauty in the world still.”

She smiles at that one, “you make the world beautiful.”

“You are beautiful.”

“And you’re handsome, that’s my 4th,” she keeps track in her head.

“You’re true, to your heart, your promises, everything.”

“And you’re real, you see the world for what it is and you don’t try to change it for the better. You want to make it manageable,” her explanation is the longest one yet. “Was your childhood happy, and do you feel close with your family still?”

“I write to my mom every single day and I drop the notes off weekly, and no,” he doesn’t want to cry, but he feels like he might again. “It was liveable, I made it.”

“Mine was happy until I was 14, then I was alone, I have 1 living aunt and she is strange but I get a card from her every Christmas,” Y/N adds. “I’d like to think your lack of love and my need to fill the world with what I miss from my parents will make a really good family dynamic.”

“Me too.”

“How do you feel about your relationship with your mother?” She asks, “I think I know already, but it’s the next one.”

“She hit me a few years ago because I made her take some medicine, she hit me once when I was a kid too…” he whispers them so that they stay a secret, if they can’t be heard else where then they don’t exist in his mind. “She was a wonderful mother but the worst memories stick out the most now. She’s forgetting everything and all I can remember is how hard it’s been on me, like a bad son.”

“My mom was my best friend, and I still talk to her every day, I bring her and my dad around with me in my necklace,” she pulls the chain on her neck and shows him the little jar. “Mom, Dad, this is Spencer. Spencer, this is my mom and dad.”

He holds it in his hand and tips it gently, “nice to meet you.”

“The next one is weird,” she changed the topic again.

“Make three true "we" statements each. For instance, "We are both in this room feeling…" Spencer says it verbatim. “We are both feeling understood.”

“We are both hopeful.”

“We are both falling in love,” Spencer ends the feelings with the most prominent one.

“We are,” she agrees with another smile.

“Finish this,” he insists on moving forward, “I wish I had someone I could share…”

“The rest of my life with,” she whispers this time. “If we become besties, what’s something I should know?”

“I think I’ve told you all the important stuff so far,” Spencer thinks hard, pausing for a moment. “My butt is ticklish?”

It makes her giggle, “that is a good one. My sides and the bottom of my feet are ticklish too.”

“Tell your partner what you like about them; be very honest this time, saying things that you might not say to someone you've just met,” Spencer reads the question back from memory, “don’t be afraid to be too honest.”

“I like that you know how I feel but I hate that you’ve been hurt. I like how you listen to me, and I really like how comfortable you make me feel. I’m almost naked in your bed right now and I know you’d never, ever hurt me, and I haven’t felt that in a really long time.”

“I like that you are indulging me in the dream of becoming a husband and a dad one day… most people say it’ll happen but they never picture it. No one has ever said yeah id have your kids. I like that you know what you want and you’re actively looking for it.”

She moves up so she can hold his face in her hands, “only 7 more. Is it working?”

He nods, “my most embarrassing moment is the time I had a wet dream on the work jet.”

She laughs and then covers her mouth in panic, “I’m sorry that’s not funny.”

“It is, it’s fine,” he smiles. “I was dreaming about kissing this actress we helped, she actually did kiss me in the pool, so I guess it was bound to happen.”

She leans in and presses her lips against his, holding his cheeks in her hands his wrap around her waist as he holds her there. She peppers smaller kisses to his lips before pulling back, “we both cried in front of each other already today, so next question.”

“Tell me what you like about me already?”

Her hands trail his chest and down towards his boxers, he’s hard again from just kissing and she smirks, “this is promising.”

His hand on her back unclips her bra, “I love boobs, not even going to lie. They are my weakness.”

She pushes the straps down and tosses her bra aside, pressing her naked chest against his, she moves on. “What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about?”

“Being called insane, saying I'm seeing things, or acting crazy, those are things I don’t like to be told because they make my anxiety worse.”

“Noted,” she smiles. “I talk to myself a lot so get ready for that.”

“Okay,” he smiles, she’s way too easy to be real.

“I don’t want to mention my last husband from here on out, I think if I get married again I will never tell anyone I have a first husband,” she’s firm in her words.

“Technically, Y/N Garcia has never had a husband,” he reminds her.

Her face lights up at the realization, “you’re right.”

“If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why haven't you told them yet?” Spencer asks.

“I regret not screaming at my ex before I disappeared but I wanted to live.”

He hums, understanding how it feels. “There isn’t anyone in specific I’ve wanted to tell this to, but I wanted to kill people when I was in prison. It made me really angry being in there and I let myself dream about killing people who hurt me and then I almost did kill someone.”

“Remember what you said about bad guys?” She whispers a helpful tip, “even the worst people deserve to have a chance at life. And you’re not hardly as bad as the worst people you’ve met.”

“You’re right,” he agrees. “Thank you.”

“This place burns down, what’s one thing you’d run back inside for? Outside of people and animals…” she asks the 3rd last question.

“The book Maeve gave me.”

“The girlfriend who died?” She confirms, and he nods. “If my place with Penelope burned down, I just want my necklace and I don’t take it off that often.”

“The next question is interesting,” Spencer thinks about it, “Of all the people in your family, whose death would you find most disturbing, and why?”

“I’m glad I wasn’t at the mall with my parents, if I saw them get shot it would hurt more,” she whispers. “I’m sorry you had to see Maeve die like that.”

“In a way, I’m glad I saw Maeve get shot, otherwise I wouldn’t have believed it. She never felt real to me and then she was dead…”

She just hums, “Share a personal problem and ask your partner's advice on how he or she might handle it,” she whispers the last question.

“Also, ask your partner to reflect to you how you seem to be feeling about the problem you have chosen,” Spencer adds in the second half.

“I need to find a place to stay now that I’m here, I don’t want to keep living with Penelope. As much as I love her, I want my own place,” Y/N admits.

“I think I’m in love with this girl that I just met and I don’t know if it’s too soon to ask her to look for a house with me?” Spencer pretends to sigh, “she’s super cool and I think we’d make some nice kids. I would love some advice.”

“Has she told you she loves you yet?” She teases.

Spencer shakes his head. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too, Spencer,” she replies, leaning in one more time to kiss him.

It’s deeper this time, she breathes him in and rests her forehead against his as she breathes between them.

“How did that work?” She whispers, truly amazed at how easy it was.

He shrugs, “it’s a good questionnaire.”

“You were really honest, your heart is really pure and I would like to get to know you more, but I feel like I know everything?” She shakes her head while she talks, overthinking all the things she has learned, “I don’t even know what could be left?”

“My birthday is October 28th?” He whispers, “we have a lot to discover yet.”

—

When she doesn’t come home in the morning, Penelope knows she’s at Reid’s house. She just doesn’t expect to walk in and find them naked in Reid’s bed, out cold and cuddled together with their clothes all over the room.

It looks like something happened. If only she knew the truth.

“Oh my god?” Penelope’s voice wakes them up and Spencer scrambles to make sure they are covered by his blankets.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N shouts as she wakes up.

“I came to see if you were okay. I expected one of you to be on the couch, I didn’t think it went this good?”

“We just slept in the same bed, I promise,” Spencer turned bright red as he panicked, “we just got to know each other and talked all night, in what we normally sleep in.”

“Uh-huh,” Penelope smirks, “so I take it the 36 questions worked?”

“Perhaps,” Y/N smirks back at her sister.

“Do you use it on many people?”

“No one has made it past the first question,” she smiles at him instead, kissing his cheek as Penelope watches.

“That’s my queue to go, um… yeah, wow, I didn’t see this happening so fast,” Penelope is shocked but in the best way.

She leaves just as fast as she arrived and Y/N settles back into Spencer the second she closes the bedroom door. “You know, if she’s not going to believe us we might as well do it? If you accidentally get me pregnant then we can move fast and no one will question it.”

He laughs, “accidentally, is the key word there.”

“My parents made me at prom after crushing on each other for 2 years… I think knowing each other for 2 days isn’t the weirdest way to start a family?”

“Honestly,” Spencer lets out a sigh and her happy mood drops to a more serious one. “I was a little worried that we’d wake up this morning and you’d change your mind.”

“Why?”

“In the heat of the moment, learning everything about each other and saying I love you was really exhilarating, but I have a hard time believing it,” he admits, “not many people mean it, or stay around after they tell me they love me.”

She cuddles back into the crook of his neck and holds him as tightly as possible, wrapping a leg around him for optimal coverage, “I am staying right here, because I love you, Spencer.”

“Okay,” he whispers. Sounding like he still doesn’t believe it.

“I love you because you’re honest, you want what I want and you’re truly kind. You’re friends with my sister, you’re smart, you would make a great dad, you won't hurt me, you are really nice to cuddle with, and I know you mean it when you say you love me because it’s not a word you use lightly.”

“Are you my girlfriend now?” He wonders aloud, “cause if you really want to have a kid, I have my mom's old wedding ring in my closet, and I would rather be married to you before we do that?”

“Okay,” she whispers, tears welling in her eyes as she hides her face in his neck, “the courthouse is literally just down the road?”

“We can get breakfast together after?” Spencer adds, rubbing her back as they plan, he wasn’t scared anymore.

“Penelope will kill me if she’s not there, can we have her as our witness?” Y/N finally sits up to look at him, pulling away to sit on the bed, still shirtless.

His smile while he tries to keep eye contact with her is so funny, she giggles a little as she hides her nipples behind her palms and cups her boobs.

“I’m pretty sure she’s still in my living room,” Spencer giggles, “Penelope!?”

She comes back in then, “yes?”

“We’re going to the courthouse to get married, wanna come?” Y/N asks with an embarrassed smile.

“Yes!” She cheers, “I’ll go get you a dress!”

And then she’s off again, this time actually leaving Spencer’s apartment. “What if we don’t tell Derek, and let him hit on me next week anyway?

“Then you can say ‘sorry I have a husband,’ and he’ll body slam me to the floor,” Spencer laughs nervously, “the whole team is going to be so pissed they missed my wedding…”

She frowns, “send out a mass text, tell them to meet us at the court house, it’s their day off right?”

“You’re right,” he smiles.

This was going to be interesting.

—

Walking out of the courthouse, hand in hand, she’s in a white dress, he’s in a suit he’d probably wear to work, Penelope is crying and the whole team is waiting outside for them.

At the bottom of the courthouse steps, they all clap and cheer, throwing rice at them like an old movie, Spencer’s smiling so hard his cheeks are burning. Y/N introduces herself to everyone, hugged over and over by everyone she should have met 15 years ago.

Derek is tapping his foot, waiting for Spencer to come and hug him, “what the fuck?” He asks as Spencer steps into his space, wrapping his arms around him and shaking his back and forth.

“Nice try, I’ll give you $20 as a thank you,” Spencer teases as he pulls away. “She is perfect.”

JJ and Will are busy talking to Y/N when he turns around, Mike and Henry not far behind them. Spencer walks over and wraps Henry up in his arms, the kid was growing way too fast, Spencer loved him so much it hurt sometimes.

“Y/N, this is my godson,” Spencer introduces them, “Henry, this is Y/N.”

She gives him a big hug too, “do you have any cousins, Henry?”

“No, but I was 8 when Michael was born,” he smiles, “and I’m getting old enough to be a good babysitter?”

Spencer laughed, messing up Henry’s hair quickly with a smile, “I’m sure by the time you’re a cousin you’ll be great.”

They take a group photo outside, Spencer and Y/N in the middle, everyone was smiling. It was the first time all of them had been in a photo together, the entirety of Spencer’s found family. Now they were Y/N’s too.

She hyphenated her last name, Y/N Garcia-Reid, and their kids would share the same one. He was not only about became a father thanks to Y/N, but Penelope would also become an Aunt once more. It was like a gift that kept on giving, seeing Spencer and Y/N create a little family of their own.

—

She cried her eyes out when she met Diana. She wasn’t expecting to be so emotional, but then Diana was lucid and very welcoming and sweet.

“It’s going to be a pleasure having you as my daughter,” Diana smiles, thinking it was just a nice thing to say.

Y/N cries and holds her so tight Diana almost can’t breathe but she lets her hold her as long as she needs to, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome?”

“I haven’t had someone to call mom since I was 14,” Y/N whispers, “if that’s okay?”

Diana hugs her just a little too tight in response, “you can call me mom whenever you want.”

“Just until you become a grandma,” she whispers again as she pulls back and Diana’s attention snaps to Spencer.

“Are you trying?”

He nods, “we want kids, we’re not getting any younger.”

Diana wraps him up in a hug and he almost falls off his chair at the sheer force of it, she was so happy for him. She knew this was all he’s ever wanted; because he would be good at it, he had all this love in his heart, and he wanted to show his father how easy it is to stay.

“You’re going to be a great dad, Spencer,” she holds his cheeks as she pulls away, “I’m proud of you.”

He cried. It’s all he’s wanted from her, and now he has everything right here in this room.

—

When they find out they’re pregnant after the first try, it’s really funny to them. It was all working so well, it was a little too much for them at first. They were looking for a house, she was looking for a permanent teaching job but Spencer convinced her to wait until after the baby is born to go back.

They name her Morgan Garcia-Reid as a thank you for Derek’s little bet, and before she’s even 6 months old they’re pregnant again. By the time they have 4 kids under 5 they take a break and just enjoy their little family.

To think Derek gave them 7 days to fall in love… and then they lived happily ever after.

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Sugary Sweet Apologies

Summary: You and Reid never really got along but when he saves your life, you decide to be the bigger person and thank him and hopefully start over. Unfortunately, it isn’t that easy.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: light to mild angst with fluffy ending, swearing, spencer reid being an annoying bitch, brief mentions of case stuff (if you watch cm, you should be fine)

A/N: this is for @willowrose99 ‘s 1 year anniversary on tumblr writing challenge!! congrats! i literally wrote and edited this whole thing in less than one day because i got so excited, anyways i hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1.8k

“Reid and Y/L/N, go to David Whitney’s house. He was the therapist of two of the three victims. He could have some insight into the victimology and know of any overlap between them. He has no criminal record of past aggressive behavior but we can’t rule him out as a suspect entirely,” Hotch stated.

“Hotch, you stuck me with her yesterday for the geographical profiling. Send Prentiss with her instead,” Spencer whined.

“I don’t mind going with Y/L/N. She is a great partner in the field,” Emily glared at Spencer.

“No. Reid, go with Y/L/N or be taken off this case. I’m a unit chief, not an elementary school teacher. I don’t have time for temper tantrums,” Hotch chided.

“Fine,” Spencer grumbled as you grabbed the keys to an SUV.

You don’t know what it was but ever since you started at the BAU four months ago, Spencer had never liked you which resulted in you disliking him as well. Everyone else on the team was super friendly and welcoming but Reid always was jabbing snarky remarks your way like “I don’t have time to explain it to you” or “This was in the FBI handbook. God, you need more training.”

Luckily, the others were quick to defend you. Once Garcia even heard him snip at you over the phone and as soon as you all got off the elevator after the case, Reid was being dragged by his ear into Garcia’s lair with him going “ow ow ow” behind her. So, you didn’t really pay much mind to him because you could deal with one annoying know-it-all to have such an amazing job with great coworkers minus the one.

“Look, I’m not happy about this either,” you said as you climbed into the driver’s side of the SUV, “But at least I’m not being a whiny bitch about it and being rude to the other person’s face.”

“Oh wow, I’m so sorry that I hurt your feelings,” Spencer mocked.

“Fuck you, Reid,” you shook your head.

David Whitney was on edge the second you arrived and showed him your badges. He was bouncing his leg up and down, he couldn’t sit still, and he kept avoiding eye contact.

He knew way too much about the other victim that wasn’t even one of his clients but you didn’t have anything solid on him. His house seemed very neat so you doubted he kept anything incriminating here. Organized offenders usually have a secondary location. So, you decided to push his buttons a little.

“I mean blitz attacks, leaving the bodies on the side of dirt roads,” you combed through the crime scene photos, “This guy was a real coward.”

Spencer picked up on what you were trying to do and his eyes widened, he was subtly shaking his head and mouthing “no”.

“Excuse me?” David asked.

“Well, I’m just saying a real man wouldn’t cower in the bushes and blindside a woman. He must not be very strong,” you stated, “He probably can’t even get it up.”

Before you even had time to react, David pulled out a switchblade knife from inside the couch cushions and put you in a chokehold, pressing the cool metal up to your throat. You closed your eyes tightly.

“David, you don’t have to do this,” Spencer stood with his gun pointed at you both.

“This bitch insulted me,” he snarled.

“She insults me too. That doesn’t make you any less of a man,” Spencer spoke carefully, “Just put the knife down and I’ll escort you out.”

David sighed, dropping the knife to the floor and releasing you.

Spencer put David in handcuffs and walked him outside as reinforcements came running in.

“Are you okay, Y/L/N?” Hotch asked.

“Yep, a little shaken up but fine. Thank you,” you stood.

“Let’s get you to the medics,” Morgan grabbed your arm to support you as you walked over to the ambulance.

Spencer never checked on you.

You knew your decision in the field was a little rash and you wanted to thank Spencer for essentially saving your life.

However, there was no way in hell you could verbally get out an apology while staring at his smug face, but you could bake. You settled on a note tucked inside a tupperware container of your Grandma’s special recipe of chocolate chip cookies. It was a good peace offering, maybe even a chance to start fresh.

During your lunch break, you took the tupperware from your desk drawer and approached the break room where Reid had entered about 5 minutes ago.

“I’m just saying I could not have been more clear in my message to her that it was too dangerous but of course, Y/L/N didn’t listen cause Y/L/N is going to do whatever she feels like,” Spencer stirred his coffee.

No one had noticed you standing in the doorway yet.

“Reid, you’ve got to be nicer to her. She earned her spot here just like the rest of us,” Emily defended you.

“Did she though? How much do we really know about her? She couldn’t even tell me how many pages the FBI protocol manual was,” Spencer said.

“That’s not a normal thing people know,” Morgan retorted.

“Well, I’m just saying the team was perfectly fine before her and it would probably be better off if she left,” Reid finished.

Garcia looked up from her yogurt to see you standing there, “Oh, Y/N”.

Spencer turned around in his chair as you angrily stormed up to him.

“Here’s your cookies, asshole,” you seethed, grabbing the note from inside and crumpling it up into a little ball and tossing it into the trash.

“Y/N!” Emily called after you but you were already gone.

The whole team glared at Spencer and picked up their lunches, leaving him alone at the table.

Spencer retrieved the balled up paper from the trash, having to fish through Rossi’s week old pasta and Anderson’s half eaten tuna fish sandwich.

Dear Reid,

Thank you for saving my life, I guess. These are my Grandma’s secret recipe for chocolate chip cookies so I hope you enjoy. I think we got off on the wrong foot and I would like to start over. I think cases would be a lot less miserable for everyone if we got along.

Thanks again,

Y/L/N

Spencer, you’re such an idiot, he thought to himself.

You never came back after your lunch break ended and Derek made Spencer go tell Hotch why it’s his fault you were missing the rest of the day.

He tried to call you multiple times but they always rang out before going to voicemail.

Spencer hesitantly knocked on Penelope’s door at the end of the day.

“Is she okay?” he asked softly.

“You don’t get to ask that as the person who hurt her in the first place. Also, she told me to tell you that don’t you dare go to her apartment to ‘check on her’. I’m headed over there myself actually,” Penelope collected her things and shut off her monitors.

“Will you at least tell her I’m really sorry?” Spencer followed her to the elevator.

“Absolutely not. I’m not doing any apologizing on your behalf,” Penelope huffed as the elevators shut.

You came in the next morning, keeping your head down. You grabbed a pen from your cup holder and the first folder on your stack before getting to work.

You were on the second page of the file when your clean, empty tupperware was placed in front of you plus another baking dish with aluminum foil over the top.

You glanced up to see Spencer guiltily looking down at you and you returned your eyes back to the file.

“I-I made you cinnamon rolls,” Spencer broke the silence.

“Are they poisoned?” you asked, not sparing him another glance.

“No, they’re not poisoned,” he assured you.

“I’m just saying how can I trust you as you have made it very apparent you would like me off this team.”

“I didn’t mean that,” Spencer was quick to reply.

“Then why the hell did you say it, Reid?” you slammed your pen down.

You grabbed your empty coffee mug and briskly walked to the break room but unfortunately, Spencer was right behind you.

“I didn’t eat any of your cookies by the way. Not that I didn’t want to but I felt like I didn’t deserve them so I handed them out to everyone else.”

“Oh how kind, taking credit for my work,” you tried to close the door in his face.

“I told them that they were from you,” Spencer insisted.

You rolled your eyes as Spencer grabbed the coffee pot before you could get to it, pouring your mug of coffee for you.

“What do you want from me, Reid?” you asked defeatedly.

“I want you to try a cinnamon roll and let me explain.”

“Fine but only because I didn’t have breakfast yet and I want to critique your baking skills,” you huffed, walking back to your desk.

Spencer gingerly placed one of the sticky frosting-coated rolls on a napkin and pushed it towards you. You tentatively bit into it. Damn it, it was actually delicious.

“It’s okay,” you understated.

You knew Spencer hardly ever used his kitchen let alone be up baking all night. He even chose a recipe that required more time and effort because the yeast dough would have to rise for a few hours.

“That’s good. The first batch didn’t come out as great...or the second,” he smiled softly.

“Well, the floor is all yours, Reid. Please explain to me why you talk shit about me to my co-workers when I’m in the other room,” you leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms.

Spencer muttered something incoherent.

“I have to hear the apology, you know,” you said, enjoying watching him uncomfortable.

“You’re intimidating to me because you’re intelligent, beautiful, and courageous. I think I was a little jealous that my spotlight as the ‘kid’ of the BAU was coming to an end so I said some harsh, completely untrue things and I’m sincerely sorry.”

“Oh my god,” you smirked, “Hotch was right, you are an elementary school kid.”

“In what way?” he curiously asked.

“You like me like like like me. You don’t know how to talk to the girl so you pull her pigtails on the playground,” you giggled.

“I take it back. You’re a horrible profiler,” Spencer was getting up from his seat, completely flustered.

“Awww,” you were laughing at Spencer’s bright red face as he went to go to the break room to fill his coffee mug.

When he got back to his desk, a sticky note was placed front and center.

In typical elementary school fashion…

Will you go get coffee with me?

Check:

Yes

Spencer smiled before picking up his pen and checking one of the boxes, crumpling the sticky note up into a ball and throwing it over to your desk.

“Good choice. See you Saturday at 9 at the cafe down the street,” you grinned.

“It’s a date,” he smiled.

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adorably awkward — spencer reid

> spencer reid x gm!reader

genre: humour, fluff, flirting (2k+ words)

warnings: awkward spencer, club setting, mentions of alcohol, confident reader (gasp), no spoilers

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Never listen to your highly attractive male friend, especially one who has extreme game with the ladies.

Spencer had come to this conclusion very early in the night. Derek had gotten six numbers, five of whom he never asked for. Emily had gotten three, and Penelope had been talking to the same man for almost two hours.

Spencer sat at the bar, alone, drinking the same glass of water he had gotten twenty minutes ago.

“Kid, why are you just sitting there?”

Morgan took a seat next to Spencer, eyeing his water as he placed his bottle of beer next to it. Morgan was the one who had suggested that the team go out to an actual club, instead of just a bar. Aaron, Dave, and JJ backed out. Two for family, and the other, for jazz and Cuban cigars.

“Well,” Spencer said. “I could stand in the corner, but then I’d look like the guys we hunt. Sitting here makes me look less pitiful.”

Derek took one look at Spencer’s unamused eyes and burst out laughing. Slapping his friend’s back, Derek leaned on his arms and his eyes scanned the bar. Just as he was about to say something, Spencer interrupted him. “Don’t even bother, Morgan.”

Derek let out a small laugh. “Come on, kid. There’s not one girl or guy here that caught your eye?”

Spencer raised his eyes and turned his chair, Derek following in suit. Spencer’s eyes didn’t need to scan the club, not when he already had laid eyes on someone beautiful the moment he walked in.

“Of course there is,” Spencer mumbled. “But, you know, I’m me. So, there’s no point in trying.”

Derek grabbed Spencer’s seat and spun him to face him. “Hey, now. None of that talk, kid. You’re a catch, pretty boy. Ya just gotta know how to talk smoothly.”

“Yeah, Morgan, I know. But I don’t know how to talk smoothly. I’m not a smooth talker.”

Derek rolled his eyes. “Now I know that ain’t true. Listen,” Derek leaned in, “Ya gotta let the lady take the lead, alright? You let her know you’re there, maybe buy her a drink, and then you see if she’s interested. And then, ya talk. Until she gives the go, ya don’t say nothin’ bout nothin’. Especially physics or killers.”

Spencer listened carefully, even though the music was loud. “I don’t get it. How do I get there? How do I not talk about physics?”

Derek let out a breath through his nose, his eyes holding amusement. “See that girl over there?” Derek pointed to a woman wearing a red dress. “She had her eyes on you a while back. There’s a free seat right next to her. Take it, and then work it.”

Derek got up and squeezed Spencer’s shoulder. “You got this, kid.” Derek then walked away, his beer in his hand.

“Wait, Derek!” Spencer turned his head, “I don’t know what ‘work it’ means!”

Turning back, Spencer sighed into his hands. After counting to ten and mumbling “you can do this” a few times, the doctor stood up and made his way to the other end of the bar.

Spencer paused before he reached the woman, but then he felt Derek's eyes on his back, and Spencer knew he had to sit down. If Derek could do it, so could he.

“Is this seat taken?”

Spencer’s voice was strong, even though his hands shook. He hoped the small amount of fake confidence he had would get him far enough into a good conversation.

The woman turned her head and looked Spencer up and down before smiling. “Nope. It’s yours.”

Letting out a small awkward smile, Spencer sat down. Cursing himself for making it this far. He honestly hoped she would have said yes, and he could go back to his comfortable seat at the other end of the bar.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

The woman’s eyes fell to the drink in her hand, as did Spencer’s. With a slight cough, he mumbled, “or not, since you have one.”

The woman’s smile grew smaller, and Spencer knew he was losing her. “Do you, uh, come here a lot?”

The woman raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know if I should answer that.”

Spencer’s eyes widened and he quickly jumped to explain himself. “Oh, no! I didn’t mean it like that! I’m not some weird stalker or anything,” when the woman’s smile completely dropped, he continued, “I’m actually an FBI agent.” Spencer pulled out his FBI identification.

Interest flickered in the woman’s eyes before she let out a brief laugh, one to cover the silence.

“Right, well, that’s good, I suppose. I’m glad you’re not a weirdo.”

Without much thought, Spencer crossed his ankles and brought his hands to his chest. “Actually,” Spencer gestured. “Statistics show: that on average, one person can—”

The woman stood up from the bar and sent Spencer a false smile. “My phones actually ringing, so I have to go.”

Spencer smiled tightly, trying not to dwell on the fact that the woman’s phone was not ringing, and still on the table.

The woman walked away, and Spencer dropped his head into his hands and let out a loud groan.

“Wow,” came a feminine voice from his right. “Now that was a train wreck.”

Spencer lifted his head and his eyes fell on the woman he first laid eyes on when he walked in. She leaned forward, her legs crossed and a glass of coke in her hand. Her eyebrows were raised and there was a teasing smile on her lips. She sat diagonal from Spencer, her eyes on him.

“That sucked.”

Spencer pursed his lips. “I wish I could say that I’m off my game, but that was my game.”

The woman laughed, tipping her head back. Spencer’s cheeks grew warm at the sound of her laughter. She was beautiful, and very out of his league.

“Well,” the woman smiled teasingly. “For next time, maybe don’t insinuate that you’re a weird stalker or anything. I know most women don’t dig that.”

Spencer smiled, a mix between a scoff and a laugh escaped his throat. “Smart. I’ll keep that in mind.”

The woman shrugged, then she leaned forward, her arms resting on the counter. “Are you really FBI?”

Spencer nodded. “I’m part of the BAU. The Behavioural Science Unit.”

“That’s the unit that studies the behaviour of serial killers and stuff, right? You make profiles and catch killers based on them?”

Spencer nodded once again, a small smile on his face. “You’re absolutely right. Are you interested?”

The woman raised an eyebrow. “I mean, it is interesting. I’m just wondering whether or not you went to charm class. The FBI has those, right?”

Spencer’s mind blanked, and all that came out was a small “huh?”

The woman’s eyes flickered behind Spencer before they met his warm brown ones. She grinned as she brought her glass to her lips. “FBI has to be charming, right? I mean, the rest of your friends all seem to have gone to that class.”

Spencer turned his head and found Derek, Emily, and Penelope staring at him with wide, encouraging eyes. He turned back, letting out a small sigh.

“Don’t be so worried,” the woman said. “If all FBI agents were charming, you would rule America. We need the adorable awkward ones. Balances things out.”

Spencer’s cheeks warmed at the comment. “Are you here alone?”

The woman shook her head. “No, I’m on babysitting duty. Two of my friends are here and completely wasted, so I’m here to make sure they get home safe.”

Spencer’s eyes flickered to the woman’s and he held her stare for a moment before breaking it.

“That’s nice of you.”

The woman shrugged. “So, you’ve been sitting at the other end of the bar for almost two hours. What made you come over here and talk to her?”

Spencer bit his lip, a feeling of pity in his stomach at the thought of the other woman. When he lifted his eyes, he found the other woman looking at him, a small comforting smile on her lips and her eyes holding no judgement.

“My friend actually told me to go over and talk to her. He said I should take a seat next to her and ‘work it.’”

“What does that mean?”

“That’s what I said!”

Both the woman and Spencer burst out laughing, a feeling of comfort washing over them.

“He said that the lady should take the lead. So I guess I was hoping she would.”

The woman scoffed and her smile dropped. “He said what?” She leaned forward, motioning for Spencer to do so as well. “Listen, bud, never listen to an attractive friend. Especially the ones who get handed all the numbers. They don’t know the struggle. They just flash a smile and suddenly everyone’s in love.”

Spencer’s eyes widened and he raised his hands. “That’s what I said! Or, was thinking! He doesn’t get it.”

The woman nodded. “Trust me. I get it.”

Spencer wanted to say something. How could someone as beautiful as her get what he was feeling. She spoke confidently, and she didn’t seem like someone who would need any help.

“Let me tell you the best way into a woman’s heart. Or pants.”

Spencer choked on his water and the woman snorted at him. Spencer wiped his mouth with a napkin and turned to face the woman completely. “I’m listening.”

The woman smiled and laced her fingers together. “First of all, be confident, but not cocky. If a woman is at a bar by herself or with her friends, chances are, she wants to meet a hot guy she can hook up with. Or, she’s not looking for a guy at all. You gotta learn the difference. Plus, take the lead. Unless it’s clear you shouldn’t. Most women want the guy to take the lead.”

Spencer listened carefully. Mainly because he found the woman’s voice to be mesmerizing, and because she seemed to know what she was talking about.

“And second, be yourself. You really shouldn’t have to downplay your personality, unless you suck. And then you should definitely not be yourself.”

“What if being myself is the problem?”

“Then you haven’t found anyone worth your time.”

The woman and Spencer held each other’s gaze until she looked down at her glass. “You’re cute, smart, I assume. Since you obviously know a lot of statistics. And you’re adorably awkward. She wasn’t worth your time.” The woman brought her glass to her lips and took a sip. “That, and she would’ve eaten you alive.”

Spencer laughed, nodding. “Probably.” He hoped the dimmer lights of the club hid his bright red cheeks. After a few quiet moments, Spencer spoke again. “I get really awkward when it comes to conversing with women about things that are not work-related.”

“You’re talking fine with me.”

Spencer paused, and he lifted his head and met the woman’s warm eyes. She smiled at him and a swarm of butterflies flew around in his stomach.

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

The woman slid off her stool and stood straight, smoothing down her clothes. Spencer watched her, hoping she wasn’t going to just walk away.

The woman took a few steps closer to Spencer, leaning her back against the counter, right beside the doctor. Her eyes watched the crowd, and Spencer knew she was looking for her friends.

“There they are,” she mumbled.

The woman turned her head and Spencer’s breath hitched. She was close, and she was absolutely beautiful up close. The woman smiled at Spencer, a smile he hadn’t seen on her before.

She opened up her purse and grabbed a card, handing it to Spencer.

“If you ever need a woman you can converse with, call me. Or, call me for the sake of it.”

Spencer looked down on the card. There was no name, just a number. The woman took a few steps away from Spencer, but he gently took hold of her wrist, halting her.

“I thought you said the guy should lead?”

The woman grinned, her eyes bright. “I said most women want the guy to lead.” She tugged her wrist out of Spencer’s hold and slipped her hand into his.

“You can lead the date.”

Spencer’s mouth dropped and his eyes widened. Before she could walk away, he squeezed her hand once before letting it go. “Can I at least know your name?”

“Can I know yours?”

Spencer’s smile widened and his cheeks hurt.

“Spencer.”

“Y/n.”

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themoontoyourshine · 2 years

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Thanks again to Lin, @ssahotchswife , for inspiring me and answering all of my questions.

SUMMARY: What happens when Aaron’s neighbor has a bad dream? Will he see just how much she cares about him and his son?

PAIRING: Aaron Hotchner x Neighbor(fem)! Reader

WARNINGS: Some content may be triggering so please read before continuing. 18+ Minors DNI

INCLUDES: This chapter includes strong language and partial nudity. The word ‘blood’ is mentioned once and so is ‘stroke’. One line eludes to a minor but there is no minor in this story. Jack is mentioned but is out camping with the scouts. Is the reader more of a brat than we thought? Is Aaron more of a flirt than we thought? Who are the six people at the foot of the bed? Please let me know if I miss anything. This chapter is a little lighter and hopefully you laugh. This chapter does contain a steamy make out session.

WORD COUNT: 3,533

A/N: This story is probably going to have 5 chapters. I initially broke it down so it wouldn’t be too long all at once. Chapter 5 will be the smut chapter and I’m still currently writing it. I may have messed you guys up because now it’s looking like chapter 5 will be lllooooong. I don’t want to break chapter 5 down because nobody wants their smut cut in half lol. It might not be too bad. We’ll see. I’ve never done anything like this so please be patient with me. Feedback is always appreciated. AGAIN, I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT I’M DOING!!! As always, I love you guys. Without further ado, chapter two!

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Daydreams and Nightmares

Chapter 2

“Guys, what the actual fuck? Why are you all standing in my bedroom?”

“You were supposed to meet us for breakfast but you never showed.” a tall, skinny blonde woman answered.

“We tried calling but we couldn’t reach you.” said a pretty brunet woman.

“We were worried, sir.” a colorful blonde stated.

“I used my spare key Aaron.” an older man with a goatee admitted.

“Who is your friend?” said a muscled man in a teasing tone with a smirk plastered on his face. Your cheeks heated and for the first time you and Aaron looked at each other.

“How old are you?” asked a tall, skinny guy looking right at you. That earned him a look from Aaron that you had never seen before as well as a nudge in the ribs by the muscled man.

“Oh, uh, I-I’m 21.” you managed to stutter out. Aaron ran a hand down his face and pinched the bridge of his nose while closing his eyes. “But this isn’t what it looks like. I can’t even imagine what you all must be thinking. I’m Aaron’s neighbor, y/n. Last night I had a bad dream that he was in trouble and I needed to see that he was safe. He let me tell him about my dream but then I must have fallen asleep on accident. Nothing happened. Nothing has ever happened. Aaron is a complete gentleman. Y’all must know that.” You were talking 90 miles an hour and you hadn’t taken a breath. Everyone was looking at you with wide eyes. You didn’t want them to tease Aaron.

“Y/N,” Aaron said, putting his hand on your shoulder. “You’re rambling. This is my team, JJ, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, Dave Rossi, Derek Morgan, and Spencer Reid.” he said going down the line and pointing to each one. They all offered you a smile and small wave.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I’ve heard a lot about each of you. Aaron always speaks so highly of y’all. I wish it were under different circumstances” you say through a nervous laugh.

“Y/N, do you mind going in the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee so I can have a moment alone with my team?” It was at this moment that you remembered that you were only wearing a Rolling Stones t-shirt and a pair of Harry Potter underwear.

“Sure,” you said, “I’ll even make everyone breakfast seeing as how ya’ll didn’t eat. In the interest of full disclosure, I’m not wearing pants.” you admitted, slinging your legs off the bed and standing. Your shirt almost covered your ass. Everyone’s eyes followed you as you rounded the foot of the bed to get to Aaron’s nightstand where you left your keys. When Aaron saw you, his eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

“I thought you were kidding when you said you weren’t wearing pants”.

“Sorry,” you whispered with a guilty expression. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep here, and I certainly didn’t think I’d be meeting your team.”

“Ugh” he groans, running his hands down his tired face. “It’s too early for this shit” he swore. With your keys in hand, you turn and head for the door. “Wait, what does your butt say?” Aaron asks.

“I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good.” a man you now knew as Spencer replied. The team tried to contain their giggles. You were mortified and Aaron looked like he was on the verge of a stroke. Yap, it was going to be one of those days.

You were pouring the fourth cup of coffee when you heard voices coming down the hall. “Hey, lil’ mama, boss man wants to see you” Derek said while wiggling his eyebrows. After you finished pouring the coffee, you passed out the 6 cups and placed the cream and sugar on the kitchen table. Taking a deep breath, you slowly walked back to Aaron’s room not knowing what to expect. When you walked in, Aaron had put on a white t-shirt.

“Aww, come on Aaron. I can’t be the only half naked person at breakfast” you teased. He huffed a laugh through his nose.

“You won’t be” he said, turning to face you with a pair of blue plaid pajama pants from his dresser. “Use the draw string to tighten the waist and you may need to roll the bottoms up a bit.”

“Not exactly how I imagined getting in your pants but it’ll do” you smirked.

“Y/N,” he said in a warning tone “I need you to solemnly swear to be up to good around my team.”

“And when we’re not around your team?” you deadpanned with a cocked eyebrow.

Suddenly he took your chin between his thumb and pointer, raising it to look you in the eyes. “Don’t be a brat.” That shouldn’t have made your stomach do cartwheels like it did. Getting a hold of yourself, you walked yourself back until the backs of your knees hit his bed. You sat down and began putting on his pants.

“How bad was it?” At his confused stare, you elaborated. “The teasing. I’m so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen. I’m sure they gave you a hard time.” He sat down beside you and gently squeezed your knee to comfort you.

“It really wasn’t that bad. You have nothing to apologize for. They don’t really have any room to talk. None of them. They’ll tease me for a few days before something similar happens to one of them. My money is on Dave.” You chuckled at that.

“Do they hate me?”

He turned to face you and grabbed both of your shoulders. “Look at me” he said in all seriousness. “These people are my family and I love them. They love me so if I like you, they’ll like you…and I do like you. They thought it was funny. They are the least judgmental people in the world. If they tease you, they like you. It’ll all be in good fun. It’s when they’re nice to you that you have to worry” he said with a wink.

“Gee thanks, that makes me feel a lot better” you laughed playing with his messy bed head. “I really like morning Aaron. No suit. Crazy hair. I could get used to him. I also didn’t hate waking up in your bed” you said playfully. Before he could answer, Dave appeared in the doorway.

“If you two could solemnly swear to behave, I’m hungry and we were promised breakfast.” You and Aaron exchanged glances while standing up.

“Dave, I can behave, it’s Aaron you have to worry about.”

“Don’t I know it, kiddo.”

Just then you felt a slight tug on your wrist causing you to fall a couple steps behind. “Don’t make me spank you” Aaron warned.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time” you retorted, making your way through the living room and towards the kitchen.

“Aww man, Hotch, why did you give her pants?” Derek said with a smirk as he noticed you.

“This is your only warning Morgan!” Aaron said, pointing a finger at Derek. Derek raised his hands in mock surrender. You couldn’t help but blush, both at Derek’s comment and Aaron’s reaction.

“So, y’all call each other by last name?” you asked, after hearing their exchange. The team nodded around you.

“I tell everyone to call me Hotch instead of Hotchner.” You just look at Aaron and nod in understanding.

Picking up the remaining two cups of coffee, you offered one to Aaron. “Alright, what does everyone want for breakfast” you asked the seven people sitting at Aaron’s table.

“What are the options?” Emily asked.

“Good question” you said, opening Aaron’s pantry door. “I see oatmeal, bran flakes, and pancake mix in here.”

“Oh, I’ll take pancakes love. Now seems like a good time to mention I’m a vegetarian” Penelope said.

“Good to know. Any other dietary restrictions I should know about?”

“No, that’s it, but I’ll have the pancakes too” JJ said.

“Me too” Emily echoed.

“I’ll eat some oatmeal” you heard Dave say. Just then you felt Aaron’s hand on the small of your back.

“Here, I’ll help you” he said, grabbing the cereal he clearly wanted as well as the oatmeal. “You don’t have to do this” he whispered.

“I know. I want to. It’s my fault they’re hungry.”

“They are capable of feeding themselves.” Following Aaron over to the island, y’all set everything down. You made your way to the fridge next.

“In here we appear to have orange juice, eggs, facon, and fauxsage. Aaron, what the hell is facon and fauxsage?”

“It’s meatless bacon and sausage” he answered.

“You’ve got to be shitting me” you mumbled under your breath.

“I’ll take some facon” Penelope said with enthusiasm.

“Me too, please” Spencer said.

“What’s good enough for my baby girl is good enough for me” Derek chimed in.

“What the hell, count me in” Dave said.

“Alright,” you shrugged “I guess I’m taking a gamble with the fauxsage. Anyone brave enough to try it with me?”

“Me” you heard Emily and JJ say at the same time.

“I’ll take fauxsage too” Aaron said as he carried the orange juice and eggs to the island before getting out all of the dishes you were going to need to cook breakfast.

“Who wants orange juice?” you asked. Seven hands went up at the same time. “And eggs?” Spencer and Derek both kept their hands raised.

At that point you told Aaron to have a seat and leave you to it. He had laid out everything you were going to need. You had something going on every stove and you were terrified of messing this up. You wanted to make up for the teams first impression of you.

You were flipping pancakes when you felt a presence beside you. “Hey, I’m sorry if I offended you earlier.” You looked over to see Spencer. “I didn’t mean anything when I asked your age. I don’t know how much Hotch has told you about us, but I’m not great with social cues. I know Hotch would never have an underage girl in his bed. I guess the whole situation took me by surprise.”

“Spencer, you have nothing to apologize for. I was embarrassed and overwhelmed by the whole situation but I was never angry. You guys seem great and it’s amazing how much better I feel in pants” you joked.

“Well that’s good, because we all really like you. Hotch hasn’t been this happy in a long time. I know you are not seeing each other romantically but you seem to make him smile which is no easy feat.” That thought warmed your heart and made you smile.

“Go take a seat Spencer. I’m ready to dish up plates.” He nodded with a tight lipped smile as he walked away.

“Ok, I have two plates of facon and eggs” you said as Derek and Spencer raised their hands. “Here y’all go.”

“Next up, two plates of pancakes and fauxsage” JJ and Emily were pointing at themselves.

“Penelope, here is your facon and pancakes” you say, setting her plate down in front of her.

“Dave, here is your oatmeal and facon. Aaron, last but certainly not least, here is your bowl of cereal and fauxsage. I’ll be right back with your milk.” You came back to the table and sat down the milk and orange juice. You sat your oatmeal and fauxsage down next to Aaron. “Does anyone need anything else before I sit down?” you ask, standing behind the last available chair.

“No sweetheart, this looks amazing” Dave said.

“Yeah, thank you so much cupcake” Penelope beamed.

“We really do appreciate it.” Aaron smiled at you as you sat down beside him. You just winked at him.

“So sweet cheeks” Derek began “how long have you lived in the building?”

“About four months” you responded.

“And there really is nothing going on between the two of you?” JJ asked.

“Aaron is just a great friend and I am lucky to have him and Jack in my life. You can ask him. He’ll tell you the same thing” you reassured her, pointing to Aaron.

“They’re profiling you” Aaron said, looking at his team.

“I’m sorry?” you said, confused.

“We’re all professional liars. We have to be for the job. They know if they ask me about us, they wouldn’t be able to tell if I was telling the truth or not” Aaron said, not taking his eyes off his team.

“I see” you said, suddenly feeling nervous about saying the wrong thing.

“But you do like Hotch, don’t you?” Emily inquired. You couldn’t stop the nervous laugh or the way your eyes fell to your oatmeal.

“That’s enough, Prentiss.” Aaron retorted.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” she replied, sheepishly.

“It’s fine, really.” you assured her.

“It’s not like we didn’t get the answer from her giggle.”

“Damn it, Dave, you too?” Aaron bellowed.

“You’re right, I apologize.” he said.

“Ok, Ok, new topic” Spencer proposed.

“Good idea pretty boy. Let’s play two truths and a lie with the new girl” Derek suggested.

“Alright, I’m in” you agreed. “One, I grew up in Nashville. Two, I have a cat named Garfield. Three, growing up I took dance lessons and was part of a competition team”

“To be fair,” Penelope said, standing up “I’m going to grab a pen and everyone is going to write their guess down on their napkin.”

“Ok, but Aaron can’t play because he knows the answer” you inform everyone. “I’m not playing either” Penelope said, sitting back down with a pen. “I’m not a profiler, I’m their technical analyst.”

“So you’re the brains of their whole operation?” you ask.”Basically!” she says with her signature smile.

You watched as the pen made its way quickly around the table. “Alright everybody, wow me!” you said with a hint of skepticism in your voice. Five napkins went up all revealing the number two on all of them. Your jaw hit the floor.

You felt Aaron’s arm around your shoulder. “Close your mouth, it’s giving me ideas.” he whispered in your ear. Your head jerked around so fast you thought you might have whip lash. Aaron had never been this forward with you. He had the biggest smirk on his face you’d ever seen and you had never blushed so hard in your life. You knew he was proud of himself for that one. You quickly averted your eyes back to the team, remembering what was going on.

“Ok, how did y’all guess my lie?”

“You broke eye contact when talking about the cat like you were having to think of something to make up” Spencer answered.

“Well color me impressed,” you said “I’m officially sold on this whole profiling business. I’m genuinely fascinated by y’alls ability to do this. The fact that y’all use this to hunt down the worst of the worst is mind blowing to me” you confess.

“Well, we appreciate you fussing over us but I think it’s time we head out Bella” Dave said, standing and pushing in his chair. Everyone seemed to agree and follow suit. You appreciated everyone taking their dishes to the sink and putting any trash in the trash can. It was going to make cleaning up easier. You really did enjoy meeting his team. Aaron was right, they didn’t judge you. They shared their embarrassing stories and even teased you a bit like Aaron said they would. The girls didn’t leave without giving you their number and within minutes you were part of a group text. Everyone hugged you bye including Spencer.

Turning around to look at Aaron, he already looked exhausted. “You want to take a nap old man?” you teased.

“Keep it up, see where it gets you.” You smiled at his threat before facing the sink and turning on the water. “Nope, you’re not cleaning up after you cooked” he said.

“Watch me” you hollered over your shoulder, already loading the dishwasher. All of a sudden you felt him pressed up against your back. Both of his hands were on the counter on either side of you effectively caging you in.

“Bold choice of words, care to try again?” You had never felt anything like the shiver currently shooting down your spine.

“Aaron,” you began, “please just let me finish what I started.”

“Fine, but I’m helping” he said, grabbing a dish.

“Your friends are great” you say after a few minutes of silence.

“They are” he agreed “and they really seemed to like you.”

“Were you worried they wouldn’t?”

“I honestly didn’t know what to expect after the way we woke up.”

“I’m sorry. You have no idea how bad I feel.”

“I thought I told you not to apologize again. Everything turned out fine.”

“I know. I just can’t help it. If it hadn’t been for that stupid dream. Gosh Aaron, I still see it all so clearly. I’m awake and I know you’re ok but I still see everything so vividly. I hate it” you say, exasperatedly, handing him the last dish to load in the dishwasher.

After he started the dishwasher he grabbed you in a tight embrace. “That’s how nightmares work. I probably share too much of my work life with you. Combine that with all the blood you see on a daily basis and it’s a recipe for disaster. I’m glad you felt comfortable talking to me about it though and I’m always here if you ever need to talk some more…about anything.”

Pulling away, you grabbed his hands in yours. “I know and I appreciate that” you said looking into his eyes “but I don’t want you to have to censor yourself around me. You can tell me anything. Besides, for every horrific thing you tell me, Jack tells me 10 silly little things to make me laugh. I absolutely adore him. I tolerate his dad” you joke.

“Oh, so now you just tolerate me? I’ll remember that.” he says, putting his hands behind his back, forcing you to hug his waist.

“I’m kidding” you laugh, burying your head in his chest and inhaling his intoxicating scent “but I should probably get going. Can I bring you your pants back later this evening?”

“Sure, or you can just keep them. Although they don’t seem to fit. You have them cinched as tight as they will go and they are still sitting dangerously low on your hips. Plus, you’ve rolled up about a foot of material on the legs.”

“Aaron, if I were going to steal an article of clothing from you, it’d be a hoodie. Or maybe one of your button ups.”

“I’ll keep that in mind” he says as y’all reach his door “thanks again for everything.”

“Oh, you mean embarrassing you in front of your team?”

“I told you that was no big deal. I meant the breakfast.”

“I know, and you’re welcome. Thank you for the pants” you said as he opened the door.

“Anytime” he said as you leaned up on your toes to kiss his cheek. It was at that exact moment that he turned his head and your lips collided for the briefest of seconds. It was like you had been struck by lightning. Instantly you apologized.

“Aaron, I am so sorry. I went to kiss your cheek and then you turned your head and I”

You were cut off by Aaron grabbing your face with both hands and crashing his lips to yours. If you had been struck by lightning before, this was Heaven. He ran his tongue across your bottom lip and you instantly parted your lips. One of his hands slid down to your hip while the other snaked behind your head allowing him to deepen the kiss. Your arms were on his shoulders both to keep him closer and ground yourself. This was the definition of euphoria. This kiss was all consuming. He was in complete control and he knew it. You don’t think either of you would have it any other way. Just as your lungs were beginning to burn, he pulled away with your bottom lip between his teeth. You whimpered at the loss of contact. He rested his forehead against yours as you both took in a much needed deep breath.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you like that” he apologized.

“It’s fine” you reassured him “I didn’t exactly try to stop you.”

“I shouldn’t have lost control like that.”

“Aaron, it was a great kiss. I’m not complaining” you say trying to ease his guilt. He let out a sad chuckle. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go home and write in my diary” you tease.

“What am I going to do with you?”

“I have a list of things in my diary if you need inspiration” you say, winking over your shoulder from the hall. He just shakes his head at your antics with a grin. He waits until you shut your door before closing his.

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