#thank u morgan my good friend morgan

[avis-writeshq]

07 — wildest dreams

summary: “he’s so tall, and handsome as hell”/”his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room.” pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: best friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, slow burn warnings: rated 16+ for lots of kissing hehehe, reader wears a dress + makeup, a final ‘eff u!!’ to jeid LOL wc: 3.3k a/n: we have finally reached the end! thank you all so much for your support during this little project 😚💕 massive thank you to @astrophileous for beta-reading this entire project! congratulations again for finishing your thesis!! SERIES MASTERLIST // MAIN MASTERLIST

Spencer yawns softly as he steps out of bed, running his fingers through his unruly hair. He finally got it cut a few days ago and, even though it’s a lot shorter than what he is used to, he really likes it. After putting on his shirt that has fallen haphazardly to the floor the previous night, he walks into the kitchen to fix himself a cup of tea. 

He stirs the sugar with a spoon tiredly, his vision blurry from both the lack of sleep and the lack of glasses. The muscles of his thighs quiver with each step and he grimaces. Maybe he should start working out with Morgan. He dismisses the thought immediately. He still wants to live. 

He’s about to go back into the room when a pair of arms wrap tightly around his middle, and he lets out a breathless laugh. “Hey, angel.”

You grunt out a noncommittal greeting, your forehead resting between his shoulderblades as you continue to hug him. “Why’d you go?”

“I was thirsty,” he responds, turning around to hug you back. You’re wearing one of his t-shirts that you stole and he glows with pride, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “What’re you doing up, darling?”

“You left,” you respond groggily, leaning into his touch. “Got cold.”

Spencer, as you have learned, is essentially a human furnace. He exudes so much warmth both figuratively and literally that you have saved probably hundreds of dollars in electricity bills. He is so unbelievably warm and he always gives the best hugs, wrapping his arms around your frame and tracing circles into your skin. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, kissing the side of your face. “Go back to bed, angel. I’ll be there in a second, okay?”

You merely nod in response, reaching up and planting a firm kiss to his chin before padding back into your room, burying yourself under the covers. He arrives soon after, shuffling closer to you and pulling you in so that your nose is against his sternum. His fingers find the knots in your hair, skillfully and carefully untangling them. He feels you yawn as he continues his ministrations, and he presses yet another kiss to your head.

“You should move in,” you mumble against his chest, creeping a hand up under his shirt and brushing your nails against his spine.

He shudders at the contact, a quiet groan leaving his lips. “Yeah? You think I should move in?”

It is within moments like these where it becomes glaringly obvious that Spencer is no longer the naive ‘kid’ he was when he began working at the BAU. He’s grown into himself now, filling out his dress shirts better and wearing an easy smile on his face. Spencer has always been attractive, all of the girls who loved him before are a testament to that (no matter how bitter you are when coming to this realisation), but he’s now a lot more comfortable with it. He likes to say that you are a big part of that journey. You would simply tell him that the growth was his to make.

“You basically already live here,” you tell him. “It’s close to the train station and there’s that good Thai place across the road.”

“I’d love to move in with you,” he says softly, stroking your cheeks. He’s had an affinity for your cheeks since he first met you, poking at them teasingly and you would do the same in retaliation. Now, he can let his touches linger. “Really. I can get the rest of my things here by the end of the week.”

“It’s Wednesday.”

He smiles. “Exactly.”

You yawn again, your eyes squeezing closed so tightly that an unnecessary tear slips past the corner of your eye. Spencer wipes it away with his thumb before kissing your nose, relishing in the way you let out a breathless laugh. 

“I love you,” he whispers, his lips brushing against yours.

You beam at him, kissing him softly. “I love you.”

*** 

“And it’s like, if you don’t want to get yelled at, don’t come late to every single shift that you have, y’know?” You complain from your bedroom, pushing your lashes upwards with the side of your finger. You’re leaning over your new white vanity, forgoing the chair, as you try to keep your lashes up. “I mean, I get that this is her first time doing work experience, but come on she isn’t nine. And get this, babe, she doesn’t even have a phone. She’s seventeen years old doing work experience and she doesn’t have a phone. I have to remind her of her shifts through her mother. Do you know how awkward that is?”

Spencer hums as he does up his tie, coming up from behind you and and glancing at you for a moment. “She doesn’t sound like someone who wants to be doing work experience, angel.”

“I swear she’s only doing this because it’s compulsory at her high school,” you lament, turning around to face him. “And she is so rude. You should have heard what she said to Veronica, Walter, it was insane. Like, she swore in front of a client. In front of a child.”

His nose scrunches up at your words, resting his hands on your waist and stroking up and down with his thumbs, feeling your curves through the pretty dress you picked out. “You should fire her.”

“Legally I cannot,” you say with a huff. “But I’m pretty sure she’s going to quit or something. ‘Ronica will let me know, and honestly, good riddance.”

He laughs as he kisses your forehead. “I don’t doubt it, angel.”

You smile at him, no longer disgruntled from your frustrating coworker. “You look really good,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. 

“You look exquisite,” is his quick response, continuing to stroke up and down along your sides. He kisses you slowly, one hand moving to cup your neck and holding you there. “Is this a new dress?”

“Got it for forty bucks,” you say with a grin. “This boutique was having a sale downtown. Guess how much this used to be.”

He laughs at your enthusiasm, kissing you again. “How much?”

“One hundred and twenty,” you say giddily as you straighten his tie. “That’s a steal, right? So I bought two more dresses the same price. That’s like, two free dresses, y’know? Girl maths.”

Spencer can’t help but smile as you tell him all about your shopping spree, his pointer finger dragging up and down your jaw. He doesn’t have the heart to correct you about the inaccuracies of whatever ‘girl maths’ is, instead choosing to nod along. “Yeah?”

You nod with a silly smile. “Yeah! And I figured that I might as well get JJ and Will’s wedding gift while I was out and I got these super cute wine glasses and–”

He cuts you off with a kiss, his fingers delving into your once neat updo, and his mouth pressing firmly against yours. In seconds he has you sat on the seat of your vanity and he leans down to kiss you harder. 

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs against your lips, “so pretty.”

“You messed up my hair,” you scold half-heartedly, your fingers grazing against the collar of his shirt. “We’re gonna be late to the wedding.”

“It’s not our wedding,” he breathes, kissing you again and murmuring between them, “they’ll understand.”

You pull away, cheeks hot and lips swollen. “They’ll know.”

“Good.”

“Spencer!”

You arrive at Rossi’s mansion with five minutes to spare, guests already filing through the doors. From the corner of your eye, you spot Aaron and Emily speaking in one of the living rooms while JJ follows an older lady up the stairs holding a white dress in her arms. After placing the wedding gift on the table, you venture out into the garden where the tables are decorated with white lace tablecloths and the chairs have big satin ribbons on the backs of them. Cream and white roses are arranged elegantly on top of the tables and the fairy lights provide an even bigger sense of magic to the scene. 

“The place looks amazing, David,” you praise, beaming at the older man. “Truly, it’s like something out of a fairytale.”

He chuckles as he holds a flute of champagne, gesturing to where Derek stands with Penelope. “I had some help. You’re taking care of yourself?”

“Of course,” you respond, waving to Derek who looks all too pleased to see you again. “It has been a really good couple of years.”

“You and Spencer have been together for, what, two and a half years?” He asks as he looks over to where Spencer is showing magic tricks to Henry. 

“Sounds like a long time, huh?” You ask through a breathless laugh. “It’s been good.”

David smiles proudly at you, patting you on the shoulder. “I’m happy for the two of you. You’re like a daughter to me, you know that.”

“I know,” you respond, grinning. “Thank you.”

“Let me know when the big day happens,” he says with a wink. “It’ll save you from renting a venue.”

You only laugh and shake your head as you move to where Spencer is, ruffling his hair as Henry giggles loudly. Spencer lets out a shout in protest, swatting your hands away lightly before holding them in his own, bringing his lips to the back of it.

“Having fun?” You ask them, grinning at Henry who nods excitedly. 

“Uncle Spencer showed me a magic trick!” He exclaims, clapping his hands together.

“Oh is that right?”

Spencer offers you a sheepish smile, twirling a penny around his fingers. “Do you want to see?”

He doesn’t give you much room to accept or deny the offer, holding the penny in his hands and showing it to both you and Henry. 

“Behold,” he announces, “a normal penny. But this penny can travel through the astrological planes and dimensions. Watch closely.”

He holds the penny up to your face before snapping his fingers and, lo and behold, the penny was out of sight. He shows both his hands, front and back, a boyish smile on his face. Henry claps at the display, squealing and brushing his long hair away from his face. 

“Where’d it go?” Henry asks, pouting. 

Spencer beams at the enthusiasm and holds his hands out again. “Ah, now that is the tricky part. For that, I need an assistant… angel, do you mind?”

He holds you by the waist with left hand, kissing your cheeks before holding his right hand in front of your face. Henry shrieks at the display of affection, covering his eyes exaggeratedly. You laugh out of embarrassment, swatting at Spencer’s arms and rolling your eyes. 

“Stop torturing the poor child,” you scold lightly, wiping away his sloppy kisses. 

“Couldn’t help myself,” he dismisses, before waggling his fingers. “Now, to find that penny…”

He reaches up behind your ear, pinching at something, before revealing the penny in his pinched fingers. He watches as your eyes widen with surprise, his cheeks pinkening in delight. 

“How did you do that?” You ask, grabbing the penny from his hand and turning it over in your fingers. 

“He’s magic,” Henry provides helpfully, clapping his hands. “Just like Auntie Penelope! When I tell her about something, it magically shows up at my house in a big brown box!”

You laugh, not having the heart to inform him that Penelope is not magic; simply very good at spoiling the people she cares about. She has taken you on more than a few shopping sprees in hopes of spoiling her little godson, ooh-ing and aah-ing at the cute clothes and toys in the department stores. Recently, she’s been scouting out jewellery stores, going on and on about how difficult it is to find gifts for people. You had offered a few recommendations of your own, gesturing to the pretty rings and necklaces out on display, but she only dismissed your suggestions. 

“Auntie Penelope is basically a fairy godmother,” you tell Henry in explanation, chuckling. “Like in Cinderella.”

“I love Cinderella,” Henry says, his eyes lighting up. “Uncle Spencer read it to me! He said that the original story is about Ash-poo-tell.”

“Ashputtel,” Spencer explains to you, “the original story.”

“Ah,” you nod in remembrance, recalling the grim details of the story. You ruffle Henry’s hair. “You can hear that story when you’re older.”

The rest of the wedding goes without a hitch. Drinks are handed out by the ushers Rossi hired, along with cute little hors d'oeuvres. The ceremony in itself is perfection; JJ and Will sharing a kiss after saying their vows, and Henry being the ring bearer. Spencer holds your hand the entirety of the celebrations, brushing his thumb up and down the back of your left palm, carefully tracing each knuckle. 

As JJ and Will take to the dance floor, more and more couples join in. Derek and a very drunk Penelope join in with loud giggles, and Beth drags Hotch into the circle by the wrists. Spencer rests his hands on your waist as the two of you stand at the sidelines, watching with amused grins as Penelope trips over her own feet. 

“Hey,” Spencer murmurs into your ear, pulling you closer. “What do you say we get away from the crowd?”

You jump on the opportunity, already picking up your purse. “Who are you and what have you done to Spencer Walter Reid?”

He rolls his eyes at you, shooting a quick message to the team’s group chat to let them know that you were making an early leave. “Very funny.”

“No, no, I’m serious! Do you need to see a doctor? Like, a medical one?” You ask with jest as he opens up the car door for you. 

“Do you want me to change my mind?” He asks, laughing, before getting into the driver’s seat of the car. “I just thought that we could go somewhere. It’s not too late and if we hurry, I think we could catch the sunset.”

You smile innocently as he puts the car into drive, heading off to who knows where. “Have I ever told you that I love you?”

“Tell me again,” he prompts, resting his hand on the inside of your thigh as he keeps his eyes on the road. 

“I love you.”

“I love you,” comes his immediate response, squeezing at the flesh of your thighs through your dress. A street sign passes overhead as he drives, reading the word ‘Anacostia’. 

“We’re going to the Bridge Park?” You ask curiously, peering out the window. 

He hums in affirmation. “I heard it’s pretty this time of day. I wanted to take you out somewhere nice, but I don’t know when we’ll have a case next so I figured that this would be the perfect time.”

After parking the car and locking it, Spencer takes your hand as you walk through the park. It’s a very popular area in Anacostia, the entire neighbourhood holding old historic buildings that have been refurbished. 

You relish the feeling of the breeze in your hair, your cheeks turning rosy as the temperature begins to drop. You made it just in time for the sunset as it paints the park in oranges and a soft lavender haze, your skin flushing gold from the lighting. You commit the image to memory as you stare at the view, your dress fluttering around your legs from the wind. 

In your distraction, you miss the way Spencer’s hand drops from yours, and you search through your purse for your phone. You click open the photo app, putting it onto the selfie setting as you turn to him.

“Walter, let’s take a–” 

The words die at your tongue upon the sight before you. Spencer, in his once neat suit and tie and all his germaphobic tendencies kneeling on the cold concrete, holding a velvet ring box in his hand. The box looks comically small in his palms as he looks up at you, his eyes glossed over and a tearful smile on his face. 

“Hi, angel,” he says softly, his voice cracking at the last syllable. 

“What’re you doing?” You ask, even though you know exactly what is going on. Blood rushes to your ears and you sniffle. “Spencer, your pants–”

“I love you,” he says firmly, the box in his hands quivering as his hands shake. His palms are sweaty and he swallows the nerves down his throat. “I love you. I’m not– I’m not good with words or with expressing how I feel but I know one thing for certain: I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

He chokes out a quiet laugh as you take a step closer to him, wiping the tears away from his eyes. “I had a speech prepared and everything,” he says, embracing the feel of your warm hands on his cheeks. “I can’t even remember what I was going to say.”

“It’s okay,” you murmur, crouching down so that you are eye level with him. “It’s okay, Walter.”

“No, I–” he swallows the lump in his throat and wets his bottom lip. “Love in the English dictionary covers a multitude of feelings. You can love doing something, or love a specific food, or love an object. In other languages, there are different words for different types of love and I think… I think that they got it right. There are a million untranslatable words that all mean love but I think the one that expresses how I feel about you would be the Chinese phrase ‘yuan fen’. It means that two people were… predestined to be together and I think– I know that we were meant to be.”

He sucks in a breath after his rant, smiling up at you. “Will you marry me?”

Tears slip from your eyes as you nod, pulling him up from the cold musty ground. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Spencer exhales, his arms looping around your waist. His nose burrows into the side of your neck and you can feel the hot tears against your skin.

“Thank God,” he breathes, moving his head to kiss your cheeks. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you respond, hugging him tight. “Was there ever any doubt?”

He laughs a little, shaking his head as he fumbles with the velvet box, slipping the ring onto your left ring finger. “No. Never.”

Spencer brushes a strand of your hair away from your face before kissing you slowly, the light from the sun finally going down. As you pull away, the speakers overhead come to life with the announcer clearing his throat.

“Unfortunately, due to the predicted rain that will be coming shortly, the fireworks show will be rescheduled. We apologise for this inconvenience.”

You peer up at Spencer curiously who looked more than disappointed. “Fireworks show?”

“That was the plan,” he says with a small frown. “I’m sorry, angel.”

There’s a crash of thunder and before you know it, small droplets of water begin to fall from the sky. Spencer immediately covers your head with his jacket, pulling you over to the car. 

“Wait, wait–” you laugh, resisting his efforts. “Walter, wait!”

“I’m not letting you get sick,” he scolds lightly, his curls sticking to his forehead from the rain. 

You laugh again, stepping closer to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Well, we don’t have a pool but… rain works too, right?”

“You’re insane,” he says, his forehead pressed against yours. “You’re crazy.”

A teasing grin makes its way onto your face as you waggle your fingers in front of him. “Yeah, well, you’re marrying crazy.”

“No regrets,” he responds, before pressing his lips to yours. 

In that moment, as he kisses you on the sidewalk in the pouring rain, you could have sworn that you felt sparks fly.

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[queerpumpkinnn]

is this how u request? anyways! i was wondering if u could do like a spencer reid w like a girl best friend, but like he has feelings for her

she does all these little things for him like bring him coffee and food and let him ramble and stuff

i was thinking of writing it myself but id love to see someone else’s take <3

This is typically how people send in requests (either via inbox or comments) so you're good! So sorry this took so long to write, my inspiration was down for a long time. I had so much fun writing this, thank you for sending it in!

Loverboy

1.6k words

Summary: Spencer's got a big fat crush on his best friend.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!bestfriend!reader

Warnings: Morgan makes a few innuendos, food/drink, feelings ew gross, sweet lovesick Spencer <3 as always, let me know if I missed something!

While reading, I recommend you listen to valentine's day - a Spotify playlist by me!

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Everyone in the office that morning knew that it was far too early to be there. Spencer, more than most, relied heavily on the power of caffeine to get his day going. It was not uncommon for folks to be carrying around a mug even in the late hours of the night.

And as always you, like a gift from God, would always saunter through the meeting room door with two steaming cups of coffee and a weary smile.

Spencer adored you. Although everyone on the team had a place in his heart, you were always the one closest to him. You were the one who had taken the time to get to know him, who listened to anything he had to say and got to know him as more than a coworker, an agent, a "resident genius" like he was some kind of appliance.

It was rocky at first, no doubt. Spencer was not the most perceptive when it came to reading social cues (or giving them to others), so his stiff and awkward nature took a while to see past. Eventually, you managed to break down the walls of caution around him, and over the span of a few years the two of you became more accustomed to being around each other more than anyone else. Even though you spent practically days together at a time, the two of you found solace in each other's presence, often heading back to someone's apartment and ordering takeout to wind down after the case with a movie.

To Spencer's embarrassment and yours, it had become the group's joke to refer to you two as The Soulmates. The first time Morgan made the joke, Spencer's entire face went a deep shade of red and he couldn't look at anything other than his feet for the rest of the hour. Eventually the two of you became accustomed to the running joke, brushing it off with a sarcastic laugh and roll of the eyes.

To be fair, Morgan wasn't entirely wrong. The two of you were joined at the hip, but you were just friends. It saddened Spencer to think about it sometimes, really. But he was content with having you so close, to be able to work with you and come home with you. To get to bring each other coffee and let you rest your head on his shoulder when you fell asleep was a closeness he granted to few people, and so he was, for the most part, satisfied with having you as you did.

That morning was no different. The sun had just barely risen, and Spencer was stifling a yawn as sugar poured into his cup like water. This morning was odd- a thought had struck him in the car, a comment Prentiss had made saying you and him were like a married couple. Was that true? Spencer knew plenty of married people but he didn't see them in action very often.

Would you even want to marry him? No, Spencer thought. You were just his friend. Sure, you did all sorts of favors for him and hugged him, but that was surely just a mark of close friendship.

"Morning, pretty boy." Morgan came up beside him, bringing a mug down from the shelf.

"Morning." Spencer replied, sipping from his coffee.

"So have you proposed yet?"

Spencer nearly choked on his coffee, replying with a "what?!" once he stopped spluttering that might have been a tad bit too incredulous.

"Jesus, Reid, I was kidding." Morgan held his hands up, but he still wore an amused grin.

""We're just friends, Morgan." Spencer said defensively, moving to prepare another cup.

"You're making her morning coffee right now, pretty boy. You know who does that?" Morgan gestured his mug in Spencer's direction. "Married couples."

Spencer rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and coworkers."

"Keep tellin' yourself that, Reid." Morgan gave him a pat on the shoulder, sauntering back over to his desk with his free hand in his pocket.

Spencer heaved a relieved sigh, taking both cups over towards your desk. You beamed at him when the smell hit your nose.

"Well thank you, Spencer." You squeezed his wrist affectionately, and Spencer thought he might die. He turned his head to hide the stupid smile on his face, mumbling a "welcome", but the other direction didn't help him much. Morgan's desk shared a divider wall with yours, so the man in question simply raised his brow, a knowing smirk surely hidden behind his coffee cup.

Spencer rolled his eyes, turning back towards you. Your head was tilted in concern. "You alright, Spencer? You seem a bit jittery."

To strangers, Spencer might always seem jittery, like a nervous cat. But you could tell the difference.

Spencer cleared his throat. "I'm alright. Too much coffee, maybe."

Spencer nearly slapped himself when he realized his mug was still full. He prayed you didn't notice, tilting the rim so you couldn't see its contents.

"Alright kidlets, let's get this party started." Garcia called from the meeting room door, a stack of envelopes tucked under her arm.

You pushed off from your chair, nudging Spencer's shoulder. "Let's get this party started," you chuckled.

Spencer lightly touched his arm where you'd nudged him, watching you make your way across the office.

"Let's get this party started, Loverboy," Morgan, seemingly coming from nowhere, rubbed his shoulder against Spencer's dramatically, voice risen in pitch.

"Shut up!" Spencer pushed the man off of him, but couldn't help the laugh that came with it.

. . .

Four days later the team was right back where it started, making coffee and wrapping up paperwork- only this time there was a silent agreement that everyone wanted to get home.

Even in these low-energy moments Spencer still stayed by you, sitting with his legs folded on the large table nearest your desk, scribbling away.

His head perked up when he heard your chair wheeling over to him. "So, yours or mine?"

Spencer tried to ignore the way your arms folded over his knee to rest your chin atop them. "Uh- I was actually hoping yours?"

He definitely liked your place better than his. As much as he wanted to make it home, his apartment really was just a place for him to sleep at night and keep all of his stuff. Your apartment reminded him of you- but he wouldn't admit that that's the real reason he preferred your apartment to his.

You hummed. "Chinese?"

"Sounds good." Spencer was actually in a mood for Indian cuisine, but when you suggested Chinese it suddenly sounded like the best idea ever.

Work passed by fast, something that could rarely be said about Spencer's job. He was just excited to be going home, he told himself, even though he was headed to yours after this.

Although Spencer had to admit, your apartment was practically his. You both had a few items belonging to the other that you always forgot to take back. Spencer even had a travel toothbrush that sat in the cup on your sink. He knew where all your dishes were, knew your DVD collection by heart. He never lingered at the doorway like he might do at a new friend's place, he kicked his shoes off and made himself at home, because really, he was.

Tonight was no different. Spencer was sprawled out on your couch, half-empty foam box of chow mein sitting on the coffee table, and you under his arm. When you'd made yourself comfortable next to him, Spencer felt butterflies in his stomach, he thought. It was a marvel to him, hearing a phrase like that so often but not knowing what it really meant until now.

The time was nearing one in the morning, and while Spencer was still engrossed in whatever film you'd picked out this time, you were fast asleep, head heavy on his chest.

Spencer glanced over at you, smiling softly to himself.

"You know, you're not making this any easier for me." Spencer whispered, stroking your arm. "I mean, I'm not complaining, you know, but it's kind of hard to suppress a crush when you're falling asleep on me."

Spencer knew you couldn't hear him, which is why he felt a breath of relief leave him when the words came out. He attempted, with slow and careful movements, to adjust you to sleep on the couch. Spencer thanked whatever god might be out there that you'd purchased a sleep-worthy couch- he knew, he'd tested it personally.

"Good night," Spencer murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your hairline and giving you one last glance from the doorway.

Maybe someday.

. . .

It was mornings like these that tested Spencer's willpower.

It had not even been six hours since he'd left your home that he was being called in on another case. So here he was. Five days later, doing the exact same thing: making two cups of coffee.

But as always, you made it better.

"Spencer!"

He didn't have to turn to know who was calling him, but he did anyways, just to look at you. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah, I had a pretty nice pillow," you teased, and Spencer's ears turned red. "Hey, are you free Saturday?"

"Yeah, if Hotch doesn't call us in at the crack of dawn." Spencer snorts.

"Great. There's an art exhibit I wanted to see and it wouldn't be as boring if I went alone." You grinned, gratefully taking the mug he offered you.

"Can't imagine a better way to spend a Saturday." Spencer agreed.

"It's a date then."

Spencer's eyes went as wide as saucers at your response, mouth falling open a little. You giggled at his reaction.

"C'mon, Hotch is waiting." You turned, not waiting for a reply.

Spencer shook his head as if to clear it, a stupid grin plastered across his face as he trailed behind you.

It's a date.

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[marksbear]

police consultant reader who constantly flirts w spencer reid? things like "the perp must be taking them out to dinner, which i am also going to do if the nerd doesn't stop being cute" and "the doctor stole my heart, arrest the thief!"

just pure fluff with a charming reader —⚰️

It's short BUT not too short y'know. And I made sure this is all pure fluff my love! ⚰ and thanks for requesting!

SPENCER REID X CHARMING POLICEMAN READER

"When are these guys about to arrive?" Morgan says impatiently crossing his arms and taps his foot growing tired of all the waiting.

"Be patient Morgan. These guys are flying all the way here from Georgia just to help us in this case." Hotch says looking over the case once more trying to figure anything out.

The BAU hasn't made any progress trying to figure out who the unsub is and why they're doing this. So Rossi made a few calls and punched a favor in from Georgia's own BAU unit to come help them out with the case.

"How did you even convince them to come out all the way here?" Reid asks looking up from the folders to Rossi. "Well the team leader over there owes me a big favor from a few years back, so why not use it now." Rossi answers with a smirk.

Before Reid could ask another question the room door opens wide as a group of people walk inside. "Agent Rossi?" An older man's voice rings out looking around the room for his old friend. Rossi stands out his chair and welcomes the older man with a small hug.

"Xavier, hello my friend how are you?"

"Good Dave. Boy how I missed you! Please tell me, what has been going on with you?"

Before Rossi could respond back an unknown and younger voice cuts him off. "Great, theres nothing worse than two old men catching up." Earning a few laughs from the group of agents. Xavier rolls his eyes at the younger male before introducing everyone to his team.

"And this is special agent---" "Y/n L/n. And you are? Let me guess. Agent cutie?" Y/n cuts off his boss again looking at Reid with a smirk. Morgan and Penelope giggle among each other looking at the flustered doctor.

"U-uhm... Doctor Spencer Reid." Spencer says with a stutter making him even more embarrassed than before.

"You know doc, I think I maybe have hurt myself on the plane while getting here. Like my whole head and especially lips hurt, but~ theres nothing a little kiss can't fix, isn't that right doc?" Y/n says with a wink and taps his lips. Y/n stalks up closer to Spencer and leans down by him, so he can get a better look. "I bet---" Before Y/n could flirt with Reid more he was pulled away from one of his workers.

"That's enough L/n. You're acting like a predator with its prey." The worker Anne says pulling her friend away. "If that's true he must be the beautiful rabbit and i'm the---" Anne covers Y/n's mouth with her hand shutting him up.

Xavier laughs out and says "Sorry about that. Thats Y/n just being Y/n. Now lets get down to business shall we?"

Both BAU teams work with each other. They imagine the unsubs profile and picture them having a reason why and how the unsub is doing this. But why all have to figure out where the unsub picking up/ taking the women.

"The perp must be taking them out to dinner, which i am also going to do if the nerd doesn't stop being so damn cute."Y/n flirts giving Spencer a wink as well. Anne groans and rolls her eyes. "What? That wasn't good? Cmon y'all know that was good." Y/n says with a laugh.

"Y/n is right. The unsub must be inviting them to dinner or a bar since every victim dressed like they were going somewhere fancy something with romantic intentions." Reid adds also trying to ignore Y/n's last comment, but fails from the obvious blush on his face.

"The case also lists that the victims were already dating someone. So it's most likely the unsub is going for cheaters or something of that sort." Hotch also adds in. Everyone in the room begins to list theories and possible reasons as to why the unsub is doing this. Y/n whispers into his co-workers ears while eyeing Spencer no doubt giving him signals that he's talking about him.

"Guys... After this case is done I have another case involving me. the doctor stole my heart, arrest the thief! And have him sentenced to life with me~" Y/n says causing both teams to aww and tease Spencer. "Awww~ Spence got himself a boyfriend!~" Derek teases causing Penelope to giggle and join in. "Y/n and Spencer kissing in a tree--" Before Penelope could finish Spencer covers his face in embarrassment causing everyone to laugh and giggle.

"You two just get a room already." Hotch adds in with the jokes causing everyone to pitch in their own joke to make the doctor even more embarrassed. "When is the wedding? And where are my grandchildren?" Rossi says with a laugh.

"I'm already planning to get on one knee." Y/n says causing everyone to laugh and giggle.

"Alright alright. Everyone gets back on track, then we can plan me and Spencer's future together. Like how much kids were having, who's moving in with who. When can I kiss him. And so on and so on. I don't my future husband to die from being so cute~ and from blushing." Y/n says wrapping his arm around Spencer's shoulder.

THE END

#criminal minds x male reader #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x male reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #x male reader #male reader #the bear club #x flirty male reader

[brownsugarwrites]

Magnolia.

❥ pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

❥ warnings: none, fluff, suggestive (if u squint).\

❥ wc: 1.5k

It was the hottest day of the summer, and of course, your mother planned for your family’s BBQ to be hosted today. 

Sitting at the vanity, you applied blush to your cheeks, sighing as you gazed at your reflection in the mirror. Setting the makeup down, you put the white bow your mother made for you in your braids before raking a hand through them.

“Honey, the guests are arriving! Come down ‘ere and help me take the food out,” your mother called. 

Telling her you were coming down to help, you slipped on some white heels before leaving your bedroom. 

The sounds of your shoes could be heard as you descended the steps into the kitchen to help bring out the small finger food outside to the garden. 

“You look beautiful sweetheart,” your mother praised, eyes brightening at your attire.

Giving a thank you, you picked up the platter to bring outside.

He watched as you brought the platters full of food out to the garden as everyone congregated. The sky blue dress clinging onto your hips with the white bow holding a bunch of your braids together. 

He knew exactly who you were. One of the sweetest girls in this little town the two of you live in. Watching as you bring out the magnolia bouquet to your mother to show her gardening club friends her newest accomplishment. He would think you’re as sweet as those flowers you're holding. 

Drinking from his glass of whiskey he listened as your father boasted about his oil company and how business was booming as the sweat dripped from his forehead.

“Here's some water, Daddy,” you said coming up to the group of men intruding into the conversation

“How sweet of you, sweetheart, thank you. I'm sure everyone knows my daughter. Just turned 21 not that long ago,” he beamed as he introduced you to all the men. 

Waving shyly, Arthur watched as the sun beamed onto you and a slight orange glow radiated off you. Eyes trailing down to where your pearls sat right above your breasts that were enunciated by your strapless dress.

My, were you a doll to him…Your pink glossed lips with the red blush adorning your cheeks. 

“--and this is Mr. Morgan, sweetheart,” your dad said introducing you formally to him.

“Pleasure to meet you, beautiful,” he said flirtatiously, bringing your dainty manicured hand to his lips as you blushed at his gesture. 

Hearing your dad scoff under his breath, he smirked in response. 

“I'll be back gentlemen. Have to tend to the wife real quick,” your father said to the group of men before leading you away to take you inside 

Watching as you looked back at him as you were being dragged away, he sent you a wink. Feeling your cheeks warm in response you turned back around before walking into the house 

Finishing his whisky, he sat his glass down before going to talk to the other partygoers. 

As the night went on he watched as you sat close to your mother as she mingled with the other wives. You sat idle checking your nails occasionally as you listened to the mothers talk about their sons and how they would love to meet someone as gorgeous as you. 

You looked uninterested and very bored with the conversation at hand. Scanning the garden full of partygoers you locked eyes with Arthur as he drank from his glass.

Looking away shyly you excused yourself abruptly from the group of women before walking away to make your way to the front of your estate. You walked to the front where all the carriages were parked as you walked over to the fountain. 

“‘Cuse me, miss,” you heard a deep voice ring

“Oh, well, good evening,” you greeted shyly, turning around to see Mr Morgan descending the porch steps.

Making long strides to get to you, he stopped right in front of you before tipping his hat at you 

“It's pretty dark out ‘ere, doncha think, sunshine,” he asked, looking into your chocolate eyes.

His voice was so alluring you had to fight to keep the conversation alive 

“Well yes, I suppose. I just needed to escape all the gossiping mothers,” you said before giggling. 

As the two of you made small talk he got a generous whiff of the gentle scent of the vanilla perfume oil that adorned your body. The rushing of the wind aids in your perfume filling his nose. 

“What do you do for your work Mr.Morgan,” you asked curiously. 

Biting the inside of his cheek, he thought of a good enough answer to tell you. Knowing your father probably told you something different than what he does to scare you away from him.

“I do a little bit of everything, sweetheart,” he said with a smile.

Giving a ‘hm’ you let it go for now. 

“You mind if we sit down by the fountain,” you asked wanting to take the pressure off your feet that heels gave 

Inviting you to lead the way the sound of the heels clacking on the pavement as you walked to sit on the marbled edge of the fountain before swinging your legs to the side and crossing them. 

Locking eyes with the handsome man in front of you with the scruff facial hair and dark, mysterious eyes you began to grow the slightest bit of nervous. Your father instructed you not to speak to him but here you were in your family's courtyard talking to the man you weren't supposed to be conversing with. 

It was thrilling.

All the men your mother brought around weren't as mysterious as the man sitting in front of you. You wanted to learn more about who he was. 

“Might I say, you’re gorgeous.” he complimented breaking you from your thoughts 

“Why thank you, Mr.Morgan,” you said shyly before playing with your loose braid looking down as your cheeks heated in embarrassment

“You can just call me Arthur, sugar.” he corrected you before putting his hand under your chin so that your eyes could meet again

Gulping in nervousness, you avoided his gaze not wanting to get under whatever spell he was trying to put on you. He was a gorgeous man, and he knew it. You were captivated by him.

“No need to be nervous sweetheart I won't hurt ya” he laughed noticing your wandering eyes before scooting closer to you 

Hearing your breath hitch under your breath he smirked. You were adorable, seeing how you got shy under his gaze made him want to test the waters with you. Not caring what your father had to say 

“Hey, look at me,” he said gently but with some bass in his voice 

Eyes flickering up quickly at him your eyelashes fluttered and you peered into his dark eyes. Bringing his head closer to your neck he laid gentle kisses on your supple skin hearing the low mewls you gave of satisfaction. 

“M’daddy said ‘m not supposed to be talking to you, Mr.Morgan.” you hiccuped.

“I told you to call me Arthur sweetheart and aren't you old enough to make decisions for yourself?” he responded as you felt his breath fan over your neck 

“Well yes, but I dont wanna get in trouble, sir,” you explained before clearing your throat

Grunting softly at you calling him ‘sir’ he asked if you would like him to stop his teasing ministrations 

The thoughts about your father flew out of the window. To hell with him. 

Whispering a no you felt him attack your neck before kissing down to get to your collarbone. Leaving light kisses along it, you sighed in pleasure feeling his soft lips upon your skin. 

Pulling away he looked into your shimmering eyes that captured the moon before bringing your face towards his to kiss you

“Sweetheart are you out here-?” you heard your father's strong voice ring out 

Eyes shooting open you quickly came back to reality before standing up and fixing your dress

“‘M right here Daddy what's wrong,” you asked curiously 

“Your mother told me you’d been gone for a moment. Just was checking on ya.” 

Seeing Arthur still sitting along the edge of the fountain he looked back at you in confusion

“He’s not messing with ya is he sweetheart?” your father asked becoming protective over you

“No, Daddy he's not. He came out to check up on me” You reassured your father 

Giving him a side eye he left it alone before telling you that you needed to come in soon as the party was dying down for the night. Telling him ok you quickly waved him off before going back to Arthur 

“‘M sorry bout that Arthur-” you apologized

“‘'s fine, I should get going, sweetheart,” he said while fixing his hat on top of his head 

Swiftly giving you a kiss on your lips your eyes fluttering in response you kissed him back before throwing your arms over his neck and propping a foot up as you felt his rough hands go down to your hips to keep you steady 

Pulling away, you gave a shy giggle before bidding him goodnight.

“Write me some time, ya hear?” he chuckled before letting you go and kissing you on the cheek 

“I-I will!” you exclaimed with a big grin on your pretty face. “Good night, Arthur!” 

He watched as you scurried as fast as your heels took you back into your estate before looking back sending a shy wave and closing the front door.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x you #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption fanfic #arthur morgan rdr2

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles and Jeffrey Dean Morgan | New Jersey Convention, Main Panel (April 16, 2023)

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“hey dad! times been good to ya” (x)

when jensen and danneel had crushes on each other but were tied up with other people jensen wrote her a note that said “not now. but someday” and she still has it (x)

jdm was on jensens first date with danneel bc JENSEN INVITED HIM BC HE HAD NO IDEA IT WAS A FIRST DATE (x)

jensen: jdm got off a motorcycle in slomo and i saw hilarie’s jaw on the floor. she had no idea who he was (x)

fan: fav backstage moment from cons jdm: when i told everyone i was having a daughter bc i wasnt supposed to  (x)

jensen: when we announced the end of spn and at SDCC there were 7000 people and i told jared “take this in. this is it”  (x)

*everyone arguing over an answer* jensen; glad we figured that out. great job jdm: im still confused (x)

jensen got in trouble for sharing info abt a project last con so he will not be saying ANYTHING (x)

fan; SOLDIER BOY COMING BACK? jensen: uh…….no comment  (x)

theyre talking about their daughters jdm: mine will be the death of me jensen: one will be the death of me and the other will take care of me jdm; mine will be twerking over my grave jensen: HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW DADDY  (x)

.@JDMorgan : the year I did #Supernatural and Grey's Anatomy changed my life #SPNNJ (x)

.@JensenAckles getting the part of Tony in West Side Story in high school was life changing - after his baseball coach talked him into doing it. (x)

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the drama teacher at Jensen’s school wanted him to be in the spring musical and his baseball coach was like “you’ve played with me for three years. go give this a shot i promise we’ll be in the front row”  (x)  a talent scout was at the play and told jensen that he had it and he should come to LA and he went “lol take a hike” (x)  THE ROLE WAS TONY IN WEST SIDE STORY!!! and his whole baseball team was like “woah ” (x)

jensen: getting into the industry is harder now that it was back then jdm: i dont even know how to get an agent now jensen: yeah dont ask us for advice  (x)

Question: Jensen, what was your favorite thing about soldier boy? JDM: the codpiece. *crowd laughs* JDM: sorry, I thought you were asking me.  (x)

the boots soldier boy wore on the show are the same ones that dean wore on spn. they’re called carolinas  (x)

jensen: jdm texted me when i was getting fitted and he was immediately like “SHOW ME THE COD PIECE” and i was like “perfect timing i have five of them lined up which one” AND JDM SAID “PICK THE BIGGEST ONE” (x)

fan; nash was amazing. is there hope for touring in the future for radio co? jensen: thanks it took a lot of drugs jdm: he’s not lying  (x)

jensen: touring might be aggressive but anything is on the table  (x)

jdm: i watched it online and i remember texting you being like “what the fuck is going on that was amazing” (x)

jensen looked at steve and said “this is a bad idea we should leave” right before going on bc louden swain KILLED and they didnt wanna follow that  (x)

.@JensenAckles : even tho it was a vengeful mission, John set out to right a wrong. In The Winchesters we wanted to show John before that trauma.  (x)

jensen says the pilot of spn “holds up today”  (x)

fan: whats your fav format to play in (movies, tv, voice acting, etc) jdm; whatever has the best writing. we knew supernatural was going to be good by the first ep (x)

jensen turns towards tv bc he doesnt know where it’ll go and where it will end (x)

jensen: ive done soap operas and that was 20-24 pages of dialogue a day (x)

APPARENTLY ONE TIME JENSEN TAPED JEFF’S DIALOGUE TO HIS CHEST AND HE WAS LIKE “WE GOTTA GET THROUGH THE DAY LOOK AT MY TITS”  (x)

JENSEN TALKING ABOUT FRIENDS AND HE YELLS “PIVOT” (x)

jensen: i heard “anyway you want it” in the car and almost got out before the second chorus hit bc i thought i was late for stage (x)

fan: go to karaoke song? jensen: have u ever done karaoke? jdm: never in my life. i think you asked me once and i said “goodnight 👋🏻 ” jensen: right but it was more like “goodnight 🖕🏻  (x)

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#Jensen Ackles #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #NJCon23 #SPNNJ #Jensen: Panel Highlights #* #I really enjoyed their dynamic #and how supportive of each other they are #it's very genuine

[laureliciousdefinition]

Babe wake up laurelicious has returned with more modern au headcanons 🥱 thank u to everyone who loves on these posts and adds their own silly things to it!!! Y’all make me very happy and I’m glad we can share this goofy universe!!

Previous sillies:

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See yall unda da cut 😼😼😼

-little miss Unnamed Marston Daughter has absolutely been blasting Olivia Rodrigo’s new album around the house

Everyone complains but John finds himself quietly murmuring “seeing u tonight… it’s a bad idea right??” While he’s brushing his teeth

Abigail tries to be supportive and plays it while she drives the kids to school, now she and Jack know all the words to Vampire and listen to it once they’ve already dropped UMD off

-both Marston children always dress as something weird for Halloween

John and Abigail stay up late making the costumes for their weirdo children bc they love them :)

On a similar note when John and Arthur were kids they were little matching power rangers and if you bring it up to Dutch he WILL cry over it bc he loves his babies

-the entire Marston family takes Halloween way too seriously to be completely honest

Abigail and John are the cool family in the neighborhood with the really good candy

Dutch and Hosea have now graduated to the old person level of giving out full sized bars but the window of opportunity before they turn in for the night is SMALL so all the kids in their neighborhood sprint to their house first

Charles and Arthur give out tootsie rolls and milk duds. That’s it.

-the following are songs John cried to as a teenager:

Fall for You by Secondhand Serenade

Miserable at Best by Mayday Parade

Scars by Papa Roach

Disenchanted by MCR

-John and Javier were absolutely bffs in middle/high school, they kissed once at a party then never spoke of it again

Javier is now the cool childless uncle that they all see once a year and brings the kids cool gifts

-when Arthur was a teenager he got caught sneaking back into the house after curfew, he was grounded for a month

John was the asshole little sibling who was super excited that his brother was in trouble

-Arthur wears slippers, Charles wears fuzzy socks. I’m right

-Charles uses nice shampoo/conditioner and Arthur is always hovering around on wash days:)

-Arthur has broken every single toe like. 5 times at least.

-Charles and Arthur love corny ass reality TV

They started watching the bachelor to make fun of it, but now they tune in every single week and have their favorites

Tell me Arthur wouldn’t love the masked singer. He goes nuts every single time (“Charles!!!!!! They opened it up and it was KERMIT!?! That’s too good!”)

-Because Isaac doesn’t live with them full time these two go absolutely bananas when he comes to stay with them, Charles is scrubbing down the house while Arthur clears out the grocery store of all his favorite snacks :)

Before he visits Arthur is texting Eliza like “what drama should I know?? Any new friends? A girlfriend? A boyfriend?!?” Just so he’s up to date

-Arthur loves Raisin Bran/Corn Nuts/other old man cereals

-we’ve touched on this before but Charles’ mom absolutely adores Arthur and when she comes over she’s basically shoving Charles out of the way like “my baby darling Arthur how are you!!!🥰”

-Isaac plays baseball and Charles and Arthur are full on sport dads in the best way possible

They bring snacks for the team, they’re sitting in those little fold up chairs, they’re cheering louder than everyone else in the stands, etc.

Arthur ‘sentimental ass’ Morgan keeps a little box of all the memorabilia from baseball throughout the years :)

This was a particularly silly batch, methinks. As always if anyone wants me to add other characters into this universe lmk😼 alsooooo I have started writing little oneshots/drabbles/etc expanding this if anyone would be interested in reading them!! No promises on when they’d be done but I think it would be a good time hehe

#as always please ignore my tags it’s humiliating #rdr2 modern au #charthur #charthur headcanon #arthur morgan #charles smith #john marston #jack marston #abigail marston #abigail roberts #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #vandermatthews

[misskingshit]

𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘪 summary: He is so sweet, tender and innocent, a man written by a woman in every way. He seems to need help to be respected and you would do anything with him… I mean, for him. Note: So this is my first post, i don't really know what i should write in here, but thanks for reading and give me a chance! if u like this, follow me and ask me anything, again, thanks...and also, english is not my firt lenguage so i'm sorry if i write something wrong. xoxo

"I know man, I'm just saying, you have to start opening up to women" Morgan says "or you open them up, that would be a better option." Reid showed a confused face "are you assuming that I have a low rate of sexual activity? Besides, it doesn't seem right to me to talk like that about ladies" the characteristic tone of a good boy accompanied by his constant confused face melted you inside. "I already understand why no woman flirt you buddy, you're weird" a guy x whose name was unknown, joined the conversation that the two friends were having. "The girl from the bookstore, she had a very good conversation with me, she asked for my number" the smart boy said, trying to defend his manhood. "That girl, she is a lady at least thirty years older than you and you asked her to be a member of the bookstore. She needed your number to register on the computer." Reid was about to object but the unknown boy's hand interrupted him by lightly hitting his chest, pointing to the elevator. "Now, that, that is a woman" they seemed to look at you, hypnotized. You with your black hair, green eyes, boots with jeans and a blouse, all black. To the young boy it looked like you were walking on a slow face. "Guys I need the files of the case from yesterday, I spoke with some snippets and I have more information that I would like…" you looked up "hey Spence" you smiled coquettishly, slowly approaching the boy, leaving a soft kiss on his cheek, they connected glances for a few seconds and the desire to throw yourself on top of him was not lacking. "Would you take the files to the office as soon as you can?" you asked him, even being close to him. "y-yeah, of course" you smiled at him "Thank you pretty boy." The two men who were there, looked at the scene crazy. You left to continue with your affairs without first saying goodbye. "You lucky son of a bitch." Morgan couldn't help it. "You're an idiot, I can't believe it budd" the unknown agent put his head in his hands. "What are you talking about?" "She loves you brother, the only problem is that she's a big wild wolf and you're a… harmless… bunny" Morgan interjected "but now, you're going to bring her those files and attack, like the lion king that you are…that you will be". Reid nodded, somewhat confused by the examples and animals mentioned, but he would. But one thing was for sure, he would attack.

i'm gonna do part 2 later

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid one-shot #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid headcanon #spencer reid headcanons #spencer reid hc #spencer reid hcs #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fic #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid dialogue #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid angst #spencer reid x reader fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds headcanon #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds

[sankttealeaf]

masterpieces

part one: artistic endeavours

pairing ; arthur morgan x gender neutral!reader

summary ; the time has arrived for your work to be on display at Galerie Laurent, and you can’t help but keep an eye out for a certain cowboy…

other info ; part two to artistic endeavours! thank u for all the love on this, it has been a blast and i am itching to write more silly little moments like this !!! keep an eye out for them :3c my requests are also open, too!

word count ; 5.3k (whoops!)

The evening of the exhibition had arrived, and your nerves had increased as the day went on. You spent hours switching between outfits, wanting to make a good impression on the other artists and possible buyers, but not wanting to look too over or underdressed. Your room was a mess, clothes scattered across your bed and floor and you still weren't sure if you looked okay. Part of you wished you had spent some extra money to purchase something new, but you knew that would've only made your choice worse. Time was ticking and you needed to leave if you wanted to be there on time. You were thinking too much about this, and decided there was no point in overthinking - you had decided on your current outfit.

You made a quick attempt to clean up the discarded outfits, shoving everything onto your bed. It would be cleaned up when you got back, if you weren’t too tired. You left your apartment, making the short walk down to the gallery, pushing down any anxieties that were threatening to rise.

Galerie Laurent looked busy as you approached the building, seeing a small crowd standing outside, talking and smoking. You didn't recognize anyone as you passed, muttering small apologies as you pushed past to walk up the stairs to the gallery hall. 

The hall was even busier with other like minded individuals, and the sudden increase of people around you made you feel overwhelmed. Grabbing a flute of champagne off of a tray and downing it for good luck, you began to weave between people, heading for the area where your paintings were on display. Front and centre was the big piece of the theatre at night, which was getting a lot of attention. On smaller canvases hung around it were other locations in Saint Denis you frequented a lot - the bakery near your place, the small park area and the docks. It looked perfect. 

You listened in to a conversation a few people were having, complimenting the brush strokes and the use of colour, and you couldn't help but smile. This had all been worth it. They gave you a smile as they saw you looking in their direction before moving on, discussing the work of the next artist by you.

The evening passed by smoothly, moving between conversations with people about your work to potential buyers asking how much you were selling them for. You had a few buyers lined up for your smaller pieces, and a couple of people who were interested in the big theatre piece. The idea that anyone wanted to buy these paintings was something you had yet to fully come to terms with, but you knew it would hit you later on tonight.

Your eyes scanned the crowd, looking at those in attendance. Part of you had hoped to have seen Arthur by now, especially after he was the one to help you break out of the creative block you were facing. But you couldn't see him anywhere. He didn't have to come, and it wasn't like you were friends or anything, so you told yourself it didn't matter. You were just two strangers passing by each other. Your disappointment fell away when you struck up a conversation with someone who began to ask you about your pieces, and what other things you offer. He was in the market for a new piece of artwork to go in his study, and was considering something that was in line with your style. You handed him a business card and told him to get in contact, and parted ways. 

As you watched the man leave, from the corner of your eye you spotted someone entering the room, looking a little out of place. You stood a little straighter to see above the heads of the crowd, and couldn’t help but smile at the familiar face.

"Arthur!" You called out with a wave, trying to catch his eye. He turned in your direction, and gave you a wave back. Seeing someone you recognized here was a relief, even though you hardly knew the guy. It was nice to have some support, no matter who it was from. He approached you, and you couldn’t help but notice how nice he looked cleaned up. His outfit was different from the one you first met him in, though it was definitely nowhere near close to the dress code everyone else had followed. An effort had been made, you noted.

"You made it!" You said as he walked closer, eyes already on your paintings.

"I said I would," he said with a smile, his hands moving to rest on his belt as he gestured to the canvases. "You did these?"

"Mhm. The bigger one was the one I was having issues with when we met," you explained, looking at him to try and work out his thoughts about it. He took in the painting, and you watched as his expression changed from genuine interest to shock, and he held back a smile. He raised his hand, pointing to a section near the bottom right. There, hitched up to a post, was a familiar looking horse.

"That ain't my horse now, is it?" He asked. You couldn't help but smile in response.

"What can I say? She's a pretty horse," you replied, as he let out a laugh, catching the attention of a few people nearby.

"I don't believe it. There she is… on a painting! On display!"

"The moment I saw her I knew she would fit right in."

"She sure does!"

The look of joy on Arthur's face was something you wished you could capture. The way he was beaming to himself over a simple thing like this warmed your heart. You had been nervous to add his horse in, going back and forth in your mind to figure out if it would be weird to do so, but you did it anyway, and it had paid off.

"Whenever we cross paths," he began, leaning in a little closer to prevent others from hearing, "drinks are on me."

You raised an eyebrow. "All drinks?"

"Sure. As many as you want. As repayment. I can't put a painting of you or, uh, your horse in a gallery, but I can do drinks,” he said, looking at you with a nod. “Just don’t go too crazy.”

“I can’t make any promises there.”

Quiet fell over you both, as Arthur took the time to properly look at your work. You wondered what he was thinking about as he moved from piece to piece, eyebrows pulled together in focus. There was a gentle touch on your arm that pulled you from looking at him, and you turned to find yourself in conversation with someone who was interested in buying the main piece. The man went into great detail about how he was a consumer of the arts, and how having the piece of the theatre in his house would be a perfect home for it. He offered you one hundred dollars in cash for the piece.  You heard someone clear their throat from behind you.

“Sorry, fella, but the startin’ price for this was five hundred. Right?” Arthur said, looking at you. Was he trying to upsell? You were happy to settle with one hundred, but the man didn't look convinced. 

“Who exactly are you?” He asked, and you could feel him start to slip away.

You spoke up quickly. “He’s a… very influential appraiser.” 

Arthur gave a nod in approval. “And I say this piece is to sell for no less than five hundred.”

The man looked past you both at the painting, and eventually sighed. “Did you have any other buyers interested?” He asked you, and for a moment you felt as if he was going to tell you to consider them. You shook your head, watching as he took out a money clip filled with cash - more cash in one place than you had ever seen. He continued speaking. “If I put down two-fifty for a deposit, and then come back and pay the rest, will that do?” He held out the money. You looked up at Arthur, unsure on how to process this.

“If you want it, sir,” Arthur started, noticing how unsure you looked, “then you can add an extra hundred to the price. Six hundred all together, and it’s yours.”

“Deal.” The man smiled, as you slowly took the money clip from him. He grabbed your hand in his, giving it a hearty shake. “I'll let the relevant people know to expect a check from me for the rest.” He left quickly, leaving you standing there with the money. 

You heard Arthur let out a little laugh beside you. "Some rich bastard is going to have a painting with my horse on it hanging from his wall."

You had yet to move, still taking in the fact that you had sold your piece for a lot more than what you thought it was to be sold at. The money felt heavy in your hands, and you couldn’t even let yourself laugh at Arthur’s silly comment, afraid that if you moved you would wake up from this dream, broke and alone.

“You alright there?” He asked, waving a hand in front of your face to bring you back to the moment. You blinked, and found yourself laughing.

“Six hundred dollars…” You looked up at Arthur in disbelief, thanking whatever was out there that you had crossed paths with him. “Thank you.”

He gave you a confused look. “I ain’t the one payin’ you.”

“You’re the one who got him to pay that much, though.” You began to quickly count the bills, double checking that it was the right amount. It was. “Six hundred… and here I was ready to walk away with just one hundred.” You counted out seventy-five dollars, and handed it to him. “Here.”

“Oh, no, I can’t.” Arthur put his hands up, taking a small step back.

You closed the gap, gesturing the money in his direction. “Take it.”

“Look, I-” “I’ll make it a hundred if you don’t take it.”

He stared you down for a moment, but when you didn't back down, he sighed, taking the money from you. “I didn't do anythin’ to deserve this, y’know.”

“You did a lot, actually,” you said, pocketing the rest of the money. “You had your horse, you let me draw her, you came to the showing and you up-sold my art to that guy.”

He considered your words, before shrugging. “I s’pose. Ain’t worth seventy-five dollars, though.”

You thought he was worth more.

The evening was drawing to a close, and you were beginning to ache from standing for so long in one spot. You stretched out your arms, and quickly counted how many people were still left here. Only a handful, not including you and Arthur - the latter had decided to check out the other pieces of art on display now that the main bulk of the crowd had gone. You gave one last look at your corner, pleased at how this night had gone, and went to join Arthur. 

He was looking up at a large painting of the city in the morning light, a soft fog covering the streets. His arms were folded over his chest, and from what you could tell, he didn't seem to be enjoying this piece.

“Ain’t as good as yours,” he said quietly, shaking his head slightly at the painting. “This is missin’ my horse.”

You let out a chuckle, ignoring the feeling of your cheeks warming up at the compliment. “That’s what makes a good painting? If your horse is in it?”

“She deserves to be in all paintings.”

His love for his horse was something you haven't really seen in anyone else before, and you wondered what it was he did for a living. Arthur looked intimidating from a distance, and you remembered how cautious you were around him during your first encounter. But seeing him here, studying all these pieces of artwork, standing out against the crowd of the higher end of Saint Denis society, it truly felt like something out of a painting. You tried to pinpoint what kind of business he could be in from just looking at him, but nothing pleasant came from it. Gunslinger? Bounty hunter? Maybe just a guy who happened to look too tough and leaned into that style? You had no idea. He tilted his head to the side, gaze still focused on the art in front of him.

“I think you’re supposed t’ look at the art, not the people,” he said, catching your gaze on him. You were quick to look away, face turning bright red as you tried to find anywhere to look at that wasn’t him. “No, I didn't - I wasn’t looking at you, I mean, I was, but not like that! Never, no, not at all.” You had to stop yourself from talking, the last thing you needed was to embarrass yourself even further. He just smiled at you, seeming to find some enjoyment out of seeing you like this. Or maybe you were reading into it too much. Probably that.

“I’m going to take this as a sign that I should be gettin’ back home,” you said, clearing your throat. “It is getting late…”

“Can I walk you back?” Arthur asked. You were taken aback at the question, and gave him a curious look. “Not like… y’know… the streets can be troublesome at night. Just for safety. No, uh nothin’ weird about wanting to make sure someone gets home safe,” he was quick to explain, though you couldn’t help but spot the faintest tinge of red appear on his own face, as he averted his eyes.

The offer was endearing, and you couldn’t help but smile widely at him. “I’d be honoured to have you walk me back home.”

The air outside was much cooler than in the gallery, and you welcomed the change. The streets were still lively with action, the night only just beginning. In typical Saint Denis fashion, you were certain that they weren’t going to quieten down for a long while. Clouds covered the night sky, blocking out any sign of the moon or stars, which made you wonder if it was going to rain sometime soon.

Arthur offered you his arm, which you took after a moment of overthinking the meaning of it, and the two of you set off for your home. You made little conversation as you walked, talking about the art on display to the patrons there and how ridiculous some of them looked. It then moved onto you, and Arthur was curious to know how long you had been painting for, and what got you into it. You told him the story, though it wasn’t as exciting and grand as others may be. Drawing was calming, and something you found that you were pretty good at - why not try and profit from it, right? You then changed the conversation onto him.

“What is it that you do?” You asked, looking up at him in curiosity.

“Nothing much. Nothing good, either,” he replied, but that really didn't tell you anything.

“Nothing good?” You let out a soft laugh at that. “You helped to upsell my artwork to a random man. That’s pretty good of you, if I’m being honest.”

He waved the comment off. “Nah, that was nothing.”

“Tell that to the six hundred dollars in my pocket. That’s enough money to… oh, I don’t know, travel the world? See the sights? Paint everything I come across?” The thought of travelling freely to see more of the world placed itself in the front of your mind, and it was closer to becoming a reality now.

“You really want to travel, huh?” Arthur asked.

You nodded in response. “There is so much out there I’ve yet to see. I think it would be nice to escape the city for a bit. Get some fresh air.”

“Y’know, I ain’t sure how long I’m going to be around here for, but,” he paused for a moment, checking over his shoulder. You copied him, worried that someone was following you both. When you saw no one behind him, you looked up at him, trying to work out if something was wrong. He continued. “There’s a few places I can think of outside the city that are good spots for drawin’. If you’re interested, I wouldn't mind showing them to you.”

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at the offer. “That would be really nice.” 

In all of your daydreams about seeing the world, you had travelled alone. But now you were looking at Arthur, and the thoughts of travelling and drawing together began to flood your mind.

"My place is just up here," you said, changing the conversation in hopes that it would push those thoughts to the back of your mind. The last thing you needed was to get your hopes up over nothing. 

Your apartment building was off the main road, hidden away between alleys and other buildings, but it was cheap and you had yet to have any problems with it. 

“I think I’ve been down this part before,” he mumbled, which caused you to laugh.

“I thought you said you hated the city?”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t walk around it.”

You had to let go of his arm when you got closer to your door, rummaging through your pocket to find your keys. Arthur stayed a few steps back, giving you space. As you unlocked your door, ready to climb upstairs to your floor, you noticed a few drops of rain had started to fall. Then, all at once, the sky opened up, rain pouring down heavily. You turned to face Arthur, who was looking up at the sky, adjusting his hat to try and prevent his head from getting too wet. It would be rude to let him walk back in the rain…

“You’re welcome to come inside and wait out the rain?” You suggested, gesturing inside. Arthur considered it for a moment, looking up at the sky. The clouds seemed dark, and the sudden downfall didn't look like it would ease up any time soon. You gave him a nod to confirm that it was okay, and he stepped inside.

The main room in your apartment was also your art studio, which was fine when you were alone, but having company over meant that you were acutely aware of how messy it was. Your organisational system was chaotic, but worked for the most part. Canvases were stacked up against the walls, various sketches and other notes were stuck to the walls, mainly so you wouldn't forget about things.

"Sorry for the mess," you said, quickly grabbing a few things to clean some room up. "I, uh, had planned to clean, but… life got in the way, I suppose."

"It could be worse,” Arthur said, gently pulling a stack of canvases away from the wall to see what was painted on them. He put them back quickly when he saw you watching him, holding his hands up away from the canvases.

“You can look at them, I don’t mind,” you told him, putting away a stack of paper. With your approval, he went back to looking through the artwork you currently had out. Most of them were works in progress, ranging from personal art to a few portraits that people had requested from you. Even with photography growing in popularity, people still enjoyed a good painting.

You had cleaned up the small dining table, pushing aside any notebooks or old brushes that had yet to be put away and started to light up the room. It looked a little better, and there was enough room to sit down if needed now. You glanced over at Arthur, who was still examining everything around him like he was back in the gallery. It was slightly intimidating watching him look over your work, especially in a less formal setting. You had no idea what he was thinking, his back facing you, which only heightened your anxieties.

“You’ve got a lot of stuff here,” he said, turning his focus from your artwork to a small box full of various pencils that sat atop a drawer full of art supplies. You watched him pick one up, turning it over in his hands a few times.

“Most of my supplies are years old, I try to make them last,” you told him with a small smile. “Paint can go a long way if you look after it, especially oils.”

He raised the charcoal pencil up. “I’m more of a pencil man myself.”

“You are?” You made your way over to him, pulling out one of the drawers and searching through it. You remembered being gifted a nice set of charcoal pencils one year for your birthday, but they remained unopened in the depths of your drawers because you had so many already. It was underneath a few scrap sheets of paper and you pulled out a rather ornate looking tin, holding it out for Arthur. He raised an eyebrow curiously, gently taking a hold of it. “You can have these if you want. They’re brand new, I’ve never used them. Never really needed to, if I’m honest.”

He took off the lid, and revealed six pencils, each with a different density to them. “Are you sure?” He asked, as you nodded quickly. “You’re too kind…”

“Think of it as a thank you. For tonight.” You gave him a smile as he looked from the pencils to you, a similar smile spreading across his face.

“I guess there’s only one way to test them out, huh?” He placed the pencils on the side, before opening up the leather satchel that hung at his side. You watched, as he pulled out a small journal, holding it up. “Have you ever been drawn before?”

You let out a nervous laugh, having more practice being the one behind the pencil rather than the object of its drawings. When he didn't seem to laugh with you to confirm that it was a joke, you cleared your throat, ignoring the warmth in your cheeks. “I haven’t… Have you ever been painted?” It was your turn to notice the redness in his cheeks now, as he shook his head. “I have some new brushes I need to break in…”

“Best you go and get them then…” He responded softly.

You stayed still for a moment, just looking up at him, before grinning and rushing off to find the new paint brushes you bought recently. It was too late to properly set up a canvas, so you settled with the same sketchbook you used to draw his horse a few weeks back.

You gathered your supplies, and returned to find Arthur had settled himself on one of the chairs at the table. He had taken his hat off, setting it aside. It felt a little weird seeing him hat-less, like you had walked in on him half naked. A few loose strands fell over his face, and you wanted to gently push them back into place. You quickly shook that thought away and took the seat opposite him, laying out your supplies. Arthur reached over to pick up a brush, and you playfully tapped his hand away.

The two of you began to draw, the room filled with sounds of charcoal scratching against paper and rain tapping against the window. Arthur had his journal in one hand, holding it in a way that prevented you from seeing what he was drawing. Anytime you peered over, he would pull it closer to himself. 

Now that you had an excuse to look at Arthur up close, you began to take in his features, putting them down onto paper quickly. He had a really pretty eye colour, and in this lighting his hair looked like a honey colour. You caught yourself looking at him for longer than necessary a few times and were quick to avert your eyes back down to the page, blushing darkly.

Once you had a base sketch of him done, it was time to add colour. Usually you would take your time with this, but you weren’t sure how long you had with him and you wanted it to be close to finished before he left. You began to put down the darker tones, building up to lighter tones as you progressed. The new brushes were pretty good, and you were glad you had the chance to try them out on something smaller before using them properly.

Time ticked on without you knowing, and you soon had a pretty decent portrait of Arthur in your sketchbook. You looked up from your work once you were settled on it, and caught Arthur looking at you. He gave you a smile, and 

“I wasn’t keeping you, was I?” You asked, noticing the lack of pencil in his hand.

“Not at all. If you need more time-”

“No! No, I think I’m done,” you said quickly, not wanting to think about how long he was watching you paint and you hadn’t noticed. You cleared your throat, regaining your composure. “So…”

“So…?” Arthur frowned, as you gently placed your paint brushes to the side.

“Can I see your drawing?” 

He broke eye contact, looking back down at his journal. There was a moment where you thought he was going to say no, but instead he turned the book upside down, and held it out for you to see. On both pages were drawings of you. The one on the left was a close up of you. You looked to be concentrating, some of your hair fell in front of your face as you painted. He had captured the way the light fell on your face through the shadows, and it looked incredible. The drawing on the right was a little more detailed and captured more of you and your surroundings. You were deep in thought while painting, a brush behind your ear and one in your hand. He included parts of the backgrounds through quick lines and smudges of the charcoal to indicate that there was something there. Underneath that drawing was your name in capital letters.

“Arthur… these are beautiful,” you said, leaning closer to get a better look, trying to piece together in your mind his process. You looked at him, smiling as he had kept his gaze somewhere else, not wanting to look at you to see your reaction. There was a notable blush on his cheeks which had spread to his ears, and since he was hatless you could see it clearly. It was now you assumed he wasn’t one to take compliments.

“I’m sure it ain’t anything compared to yours,” he replied, only looking at you when he heard you sit back as you held out your piece.

“Careful, the paint is still wet,” you warned, as he took hold of your book. Your heart was beating quickly as he looked over your painting, and you now understood why Arthur was looking away - watching someone look over your work like this was daunting. You took to busying yourself with organising your paint brushes, only looking back at him when you heard him say your name softly.

“This is incredible,” he said, placing your book down on the table. “It’s like a photograph… I ain’t seen anything like this before.” Now it was your turn to blush, and you mumbled out a very small thanks in response. 

He pushed your book back towards you, and you handed his back. Your hands touched for a moment as he took it from you, which didn't help the warmth in your cheeks. The room felt oddly quiet, and it was then you realised the rain had passed. 

Arthur seemed to notice it too, as he cleared his throat and closed his journal quickly. "I should probably get goin' now."

"Oh, yes, of course," you replied, standing up at the same time as him. The both of you ended up bumping into each other by doing this, causing you to laugh nervously as he held your arm to steady you. His hand lingered on your arm, and you looked up at him. You could feel your heart pounding, and were almost certain Arthur could hear it with how close he was standing. 

Your hand moved to push back the strand of hair that fell across his face, and his hair was as soft as you thought it would be. The movement took Arthur by surprise, and you quickly broke his gaze.

"Don't forget your hat," you said quietly, moving your hand away from his hair and stepping away, your mind rushing with thoughts of what could happen if you lingered too long on him.

Arthur grabbed his hat, and you began to head towards the door, telling yourself to calm down and not do something you would regret. But life was here to do stupid things, right? It wouldn't hurt…

You held the door open for him as he followed you, stepping outside into the cool night air. The air was a welcome change from how hot and flustered you felt inside.

"Thank you… for coming tonight. It's been really nice," you said softly, watching as he tipped his hat towards you.

"The offer still stands if you ever want t' see what life is like outside the city." He smiled, and you nodded in response.

"You know where to find me now!"

The both of you stood there, neither walking away. Cheers and loud laughter could be heard from down the street from people, most likely drunk. Arthur turned in the direction of the noise, and you took this moment to take a step forward. Maybe it was because you were tired, or maybe it was because you were painting in a badly ventilated place again, but part of you felt disheartened that he had to leave.

"Arthur?" You spoke, catching his attention. He turned back to you, a look of concern on his face. You took a deep breath, and leaned towards him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "Thank you. Again. I really appreciate what you've done," you whispered, staying close to him. 

The kiss came as a shock to him, and he stood still, looking down at you with a blush. He gently pushed some of your hair behind your ear, his hand lingering by your cheek before speaking. "It's nothin', really."

You stood there for what felt like an eternity, though you knew it was only a few moments. Arthur's hand was against your cheek, and you couldn't help but lean into it. You placed your hand atop of his, and smiled.

"You're welcome to stay for a while longer if you want," you offered, though your intention wasn't anything lewd. You liked being in his company, and wanted to keep this going for as long as you could. 

"I've been away long enough. People might start to get worried," he replied with a soft chuckle at your invitation, and you nodded with a smile. You let go of his hand as he moved away, and both took an awkward step back from each other.

"Drop by if you're ever in the city again, won't you?" You asked, keeping your hopes up that he would do so.

"Of course. You'll be the first to know I'm here." He gave you a nod, and took another step back. It felt like he was in the same boat as you, knowing he should leave but something was stopping him. You gave him a little wave, and watched as he waved back, finally turning around to walk away. He looked back at you before he turned off to the main street, and you couldn't hold back the smile as he did so.

You wondered if he would ever come back and visit. There was still so much you didn't know about him, but maybe that was a part of the charm? The strange artist with a mysterious story and the interesting horse he loves so dearly… Maybe there was a painting to be made from this?

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One sided love or is the other side just blinded?… Part 2

——— Part 1 ——— Part 2 ——— Part 3 ———

Pairing: Best Friend!Eddie Munson x Fem!Best Friend!Reader

Summary: Eddie Munson is the readers best friend, but Eddie is finding himself catching feelings for his girl best friend, and can’t help himself but feel jealous when he sees his crush falling for Steve “the hair” Harrington

Warnings: Cursing, Slight angst, Mentions of drug dealing, Heart break

Robin practically threw herself out of Steve’s car and began to ramble out a thank you before rushing into the school doors, making you sorta confused, you always see Robin anxious but this time, what could she be anxious about?

But right when you realize that she was holding her trumpet case you left your loving glance to the fancy car and began to panic.

“WE HAVE EARLY BAND TODAY, I CAN’T BE LATE, MR. MORGAN WILL KICK ME OUT IF I’M LATE” You yelled in a panic, making Eddie chuckle a little before waving your instrument case in front of you, out of your reach.

“Don’t worry princess, your butler made sure he returned your golden sing song spit filled thing back to you after you forgot it at his house” Eddie teased making you glare and get on your tippy toes and snatch it from his grasp and run to the school.

Eddie sighed as he watched you disappear into the school, putting a hand on his head. His eyes went back up as the fancy car of Harringtons left the schools property.

Were you just into rich guys or something? Eddie began to pull at his hair a bit and kick the tire of his van. “Stupid ass van.”

You never really told your best friend Eddie exactly about your little crush on Harrington, but in Eddie’s eyes

It was obvious

Ever sense you started to work at Family Video after school, every time you would see Steve anywhere you would stop and just stare at him, Eddie couldn’t even imagine how u acted around him at work.

It hurt Eddie’s heart every time he saw your eyes go on Steve, he just wished you would look at him like that.

Eddie began to hear the group begin to walk up, making him stable himself, trying to look casual.

“woahhh, when did u get a cool ass new van” Gareth said as he stared at the van, making Ed smile a little.

“Well, my last baby gave out on me, my uncle helped me pay for this beauty” Eddie leaned onto the van.

“You have to let us take a look inside” Dustin protested, going to go open one of the back doors, having Eddie look down at his watch than back up.

“Sorry Henderson, it’s already 7:15, I’ll let y’all have a small tour after Hellfire? That sound good?” The whole group nodded fast, them all rushing into the school.

The day went by painfully slow, well for Eddie at least. You and Eddie had begged and promised the principal that if y’all shared all the same class periods y’all would finally put effort into graduating, and he actually agreed.

And after your early band class, y’all were together all day, and Eddie watched you day dream about Harrington almost every class, and how he knew your thoughts were of Mr. Good Hair is because every time he regained your attention your face would flush.

He knew it wasn’t out of embarrassment, he knew you way too well, he was the only one who could read the lines of your actions like a book.

You were now at your locker, grabbing your backpack and your uniform for work that u kept handing up in there. Your fingers than touched the soft plush you had in your locker making your heart begin to flutter as you took out the little chocolate brown teddy bear you got for Steve, today was gonna be the day you finally asked him out. Than suddenly.

THUD

You squeaked, looking over to see Eddie leaning onto the locker next to yours, a sinister smirk plastered to his face.

“Did I scare ya princess?” You punched his arm softly making him laugh.

“Stop doing that asshole!” You glared at him. He chuckled a bit until he looked down at the little bear you held in your hands, smile fading a bit as he read the “to Steve” tag.

“Uh you can change in my van, I know u hate changing in those gross bathrooms.” Eddie said, changing his tone a bit. You scoffed a bit.

“If you promise not to look” you said with a smirk making him laugh nervously, hiding the blush in his face as his smile came back.

“Now I know I’m the freak of Hawkins but not like that” he exclaimed with his hands slightly in the air making you laugh. Once you stopped he smiled and motioned with his head to leave.

“Don’t want you to be late” You smiled and began to walk to the van.

Eddie always drove you to work and to school. Yes you had a car but why use it when you have your best friend to drive you.

Once you got right outside the van you looked over at the Hellfire club that was sitting outside.

“Wait don’t you have Hellfire today?” You asked, looking over at Eddie.

“Yeah, but Family Video ain’t that far from here, so I told them to wait, don’t worry you ain’t ruining anything.” He explained as he opened the back door for you.

“You can cover the window with the blanket, just honk when you’re done” he pointed over at the black and white flannel blanket laying on the floor. You nodded and covered the back window with the blanket, and began to strip out of your school clothes, laying your panties behind the drivers seat and change into your work uniform.

Afterwards you climbed over the seat and honked the car. You saw a couple people look over at the van and scoff, mostly the basketball kids. Eddie quickly opened the drivers door and hopped in.

“alright, buckle yourself in princess, this may not be a easy ride” Eddie smirked while putting in his song disk and turning the volume up almost to the point your ear drums wanted to commit suicide.

Family video was bout 5-8 minutes away from Hawkins high, so your eardrums weren’t busted yet as Eddie pulled into a disabled parking spot and turned down the music.

“You know going in a disabled parking spot is illegal without actually being disabled right?” You looked over at Eddie with a questioning smile, Eddie began to chuckle.

“Well if u don’t remember I already sell illegal shit, and plus I’m gonna only be here for a second so the princesses legs don’t hurt from walking at a far spot.” Eddie smirked, earning a eye roll and a giggle from you.

“Yeah yeah, don’t worry about picking me up today, Steve said he would take me home after work.” Eddie’s heart dropped and slowly gave you a silent nod. You smiled then closed the door and ran inside the store.

Eddie sighed as he looked up at the review mirror and then noticed something pink beside his seat. Eddie raised an eyebrow and looked in the back, slowly putting his hand on the odd object. His eyes began to grow wide as he slowly pulled up the fabric of your pink panties you wore earlier.

You stumbled into the store, placing the little teddy bear in your pack, Robin and Steve looking up from the counter.

“How are you always arriving somewhere last minute” Robin asked sarcastically, leaning over the counter with her head in her hand.

“Don’t blame me that Eddie always runs into red lights” you laughed as you walked over.

“You still are hanging out with the freak?” Steve asked. Your eyes furrowed a bit.

“Eddie really ain’t a freak, it’s just the popular kids don’t like him and trying to get everyone else to not like him” Steve shrugged.

“he’s still a weirdo tho” he mumbled. You slowly looked away from him, you hated the way everyone saw Eddie, no one now days gives people a chance to show they aren’t that bad to be around, it always depends on what you like and how you look. If you liked basketball and had a jock body, everyone loved you. If you liked metal, games, band, science or anything like that you were seen as a freak or nerd.

After a few hours you were putting up some returned tapes in their designated areas when you began to overhear Steve and Robin.

“Steve, you know she’s with Johnathan, you can’t keep trying to get with her” Robin said as she looked at Steve who was leaning on the counter.

“You don’t understand, she stares at me with those precious eyes, and plus she barely ever sees Johnathan, he’s all the way up in California” he groaned as he put his hands in his hair.

“Steve-“

“No Robin. You don’t understand, you have barley been in a relationship, I love Nancy.” He cut Robin off making her sigh.

Your heart went into your stomach, looking at your pack on the counter with the bear in it but slowly went back to work, even with your heart almost shattered.

Eventually the Family Video’s store hours finally came to a closing, Robin flipping the sign on the door to closed and turning off the LED signs.

“God you never realize how boring listening to someone try to explain a movie plot for you to find until you look at clock and not even a second has passed by” Robin said dramatically.

“Yeah, but it sucks more when your the first person they go to” you mumbled making her smirk.

“Hah, loser”

Steve than walked out from the back, his car keys in hand, letting them dangle off his fingers.

“You ready y/n?” Steve said looking at you. You tightened your grip onto your backpack strap and nodded.

“Yep” y’all both walked to his fancy car, getting in and Steve starting it up. You placed your backpack into the floor and began to look around the inside of the car, who knew you would be so lucky to be in Steve Harringtons car.

“It’s a nice car isn’t it” Steve said making you leave your trance and blush a bit.

“Yeah, you have a cool car” you admitted, looking away to try to hide your face, Steve smiled and began to drive.

Your heart began to race as your eyes went to your pack, slowly unzipping it and staring at the teddy bear that stared back up at you with its button eyes. Steve glanced over.

“What you got in there?” Steve asked as he put his eyes back on the road. You gulped as your hands wrapped around the little bear and took it out of it’s hiding spot.

“Well…. This, I wanted to give it to you” you shakily handed it to him. He looked down at the stuffed bear for a second than you.

“What’s this for?” He questioned, looking slightly confused. You took a deep breath before letting it all out.

“Steve, I really really like, like really like you, ever since I started working with you I just noticed how funny and handsome you are, and you aren’t the Jack ass everyone said you were, I just love who you are and I would really really like to be with you” you stammered out.

Steve’s eyes went on the road, before slowly stopping at a stop light.

“Um Y/n, how do I say this, I uh don’t like you in that way, I’m sorry, but my eyes are on Nancy” he said, not looking at you.

Now that broke your heart completely, leaving you there silent for a moment.

“Oh.. that’s fine” you muttered, looking down at your lap.

The rest of the ride was just completely silent, Steve pulling into your driveway after what felt like centuries. You grabbed your backpack and opened the car door and went to leave.

“Here, um take this back” Steve handed you back the bear. You silently looked at the plushie.

“Give it to someone else, someone who likes you like you like them.” Steve’s added. You gave him a silent nod and shut the car door, quickly going inside your house, watching from the window as his car pulled out your driveway and back onto the road.

Than in a instant, all the tears began to pour, making you put your hands over your mouth as you went to your room and slid down against your door , holding your head as you sobbed.

Your reaction wasn’t Steve’s fault, if he didn’t like you that was ok, right?

Of course it was ok because it’s his life, just because you like him doesn’t mean he has to be with you, but it still hit you hard like a brick.

Your rubbed your shoulders, what were you supposed to do, no one was here to tell you that there’s always other fish in the sea, you lived alone unlike Eddie.

Your head immediately went up, looking at your car keys that sat on your dresser.

Eddie always knew how to comfort you.

You quickly grabbed the pair of keys off the wood and rushed out to your car with your mascara running down your cheeks.

A/N: Yess I finally finished part 2!!!! I promise that part 3, the final part to this little series will be out soon! If you want to be tagged please comment that you would like to be tagged!! I’m thankful for all the support y’all have given me! Have a nice morning/afternoon/night!

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[ashturnedtomist]

Keep it Covert: Ch.0

Prologue

@morgansplace came up with the title. everyone say thank you.

Summary: in which, things are not kept covert.

Next Chapter

TW: panic, cursing, force, Geordi starts to have a panic attack but you don’t really see anything

Read it on Ao3 too :)

Based off of this post

Morgan sighed, knitting his brows together.

Standing before him was the only other Seer Obscura that he knew existed, and they were exhausted.

“Can we just…take a break? Please?” They were working on honing their abilities and they had worn out their core.

“That’s fine, just sit down,” he gestured to the couch. He slumped down beside them, undoing his tie and turning on the TV. He flipped to a random news channel.

He froze.

‘-American government has already started making plans and precautions against this unknown threat. The leaked documents call them, ‘empowered.’

Morgan leaned forward, his heart pounding.

“Morgan?” He glanced at his trainee. “What-what does that mean?”

He shakes his head, his eyes trained on the screen. “I-I don’t know.”

‘We know little about these people. Where did they come from? How long have they been living among us? And, are they a danger?’

———

“Shit,” James muttered. “Shit, shit, shit.”

His phone had been ringing off and on for the past half hour.

“Your stress levels are elevated.” Asset sat to the side, eyeing their superior.

“I wouldn’t have guessed,” he muttered bitterly. They hummed in acknowledgment. “What has happened?”

James sighed, bracing his hands on his desk. “The Department was exposed.”

Asset tilted their head to the side. “What does that mean?” James looked up at them. “It means-” his phone rings again. “That the unempowereds know we exist.”

Ring.

“Which means our entire project could be shut down.”

Ring.

“Which means you could be shut down.”

Ring.

They stare at him blankly before looking away. “I see.”

Ring.

“God damn it!” He flung his phone across the room, a shattering sound echoing across the empty walls.

Asset looked around for a moment before facing him.

“Take my memory card.”

He looked up at them again. “What?”

“Take my memory card.” They repeat. “Or at least make a copy. That way, if they shut me down, you will at least have a way to put my memories somewhere else. Maybe you could make me again. Somehow.”

A glimmer of their old personality shone in their eyes. James swallowed thickly. “Okay…okay. We can-we can do that.”

———

Geordi was exhausted. He’d had a long day.

First, his internet went out, and so did his cable. So he had to get that fixed.

Then he phone broke, so he had to get that done too.

And when he finally turned his phone on when he got home, he was bombarded with messages and calls.

15 unread messages from Guy

3 missed calls from Guy

5 unread messages from “Honey”

2 missed calls from “Honey”

1 missed call from Cutie

1 unopened voicemail from Cutie

His stomach dropped. What happened?

Cutie hadn’t contacted him in weeks, let alone Guy’s partner. They were friends, sure, but not that good of friends.

Geordi swallowed thickly as he opened his messages

Guy

dude

where are you

have you read the news

do it asap

wait

maybe dont

well it might be better if you do

honey says you should

but idk

just do it

please

and dont panic

unless you heard something from them

then maybe you can panic

im definitely panicking

“Honey”

Read the news. Now.

I don’t care what you’re doing.

This is more important.

Ignore Guy. He’s in a bad headspace right now.

Check the news.

Geordi scrambled to open his news app. His eyes scanned the screen until he found what they could be talking about.

Friends or Foes? Who are these ‘empowereds?’

Geordi almost dropped his phone. He quickly scanned through the article, his heart rate picking up with every word he read. He felt like he was going to be sick.

He quickly checked his voicemail.

‘U-um, hey Geordi, I know I haven’t checked in in awhile but-‘

Something cuts them off. They sound like they’re crying.

‘S-sorry about that. Um, anyway, I just wanted to get this message out to you in case you don’t hear from me for awhile. I’m sure you’ve seen the news.’

Geordi bit his lip. So that’s what this was about.

‘I lost my job! Well, I think I did. Things are kind of a mess over here-’

Their voice cuts out.

‘-don’t know what’s gonna happen now. I don’t know what’s going to happen to me. I just- I-I love you, okay?”

Their voice grows more tearful.

‘I love you and I’m sorry I couldn’t have been a better partner to you. I’ve been trying so hard to get better. So hard. I don’t know when you’ll see me or hear from me next, so…’

They sniffle

‘I love you. Goodbye, Geordi.’

His phone clatters to the floor. He slides down the wall as his breathing grows heavy.

“No. No, no, no, no…”

———

Angel hums to themself as they mess around on their switch, Minecraft lighting up their screen. They had just finished building a house for themself and their dog when their phone went off. It was David.

“Hey, Davey, what’s-”

“I’m coming home. Don’t check the news. Just-just wait for me.”

“What? David, what’s-”

“Just wait.”

Beeping sounded in their ear, signaling that he had hung up.

Angel couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling in their stomach

———

Aaron pressed a heated kiss to his partner’s lips. “I’ll teach you to talk back, Smartass.” They giggled against his mouth, moving to unbutton his shirt when his phone went off. They whined as he pulled away. He chucked. “Hold on, it’s Elliott.”

He pressed the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

Flustered shouting could be heard from the other line.

“Woah, woah, woah, Elliott. What’s going on?”

As his brother chattered on from the other line, Aaron grew pale.

He hung up the phone.

“Aaron? What’s wrong?” Smartass clambered onto his lap. “What happened?”

He took their hands into his. He was shaking.

“The human government knows about empowereds.”

——-

It was supposed to be a good day. An amazing day. They were gonna finish work, pick up dinner, and cuddle Aggro until Milo got home so they could eat and watch a movie.

It was great.

But now, they were hiding under their desk while sirens wailed above them, and black military boots stomped by.

It all happened so fast.

One moment, they were talking to their coworker about their latest therapy session, and how they were going to reach out to their boyfriend again, and the next, the emergency sirens were going off and government troops stormed the halls.

They huddled under the protective covering of their desk, trying not to make too much noise.

Their phone started vibrating. They scrambled to silence it.

‘God damn it, Milo.’

A gloved hand reached under the desk and pulled them out.

“What a sweet little thing you are.”

Sweetheart yanks their arm away. “Get the hell off me.”

The man in front of them scoffs and says, “Don’t make this harder than it has to be. A lot of your colleagues have slipped away, but we have a few in holding.”

“Slipped away, huh?” Sweetheart says. “Well,” They look him up and down. “I guess they didn’t tell you how stealthy I can be.”

“What do you-” The man cuts himself off as Sweetheart disappears from his sight.

———

“Come on, Damien. I promise it doesn’t taste that bad.” Freelancer begged. Damien looked at the meal in front of him that Gavin had made. Everyone around him insisted that he try it.

“Yeah, it’s not that bad, Dames.”

“R-really, it’s good. Gavin outdid himself.”

The incubus in question leaned in close to the fire elemental.

“Please? For me? Don’t make me beg, Damien.”

Damien’s cheeks flushed a fiery red. “Fine. If it’ll get you out of my face.” Just as he went to go take a bite, Gavin’s phone rang.

“Ah…just a moment.” Gavin rose from his seat. “Don’t eat any just yet, I want to see the delectable look on your face when you try it!” He called before he disappeared out the door.

Freelancer furrowed their brows. What was that about?

They filled the time that Gavin was gone with casual conversation and some banter here and there. After about 15 minutes, Gavin came back inside.

He came back into the room, looking pale.

“Gavin?” Freelancer stood up. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Turn on the news.” Everyone looked at each other. “Now.”

Notes: Geordi and Guy are friends

Honey and Cutie are friends

Honey is also empowered bc I said so 😍

Also: this will be centered around an idea I came up with, so stay tuned.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted morgan #redacted james #redacted asset #redacted geordi #redacted cutie #redacted honey #redacted guy #redacted angel #redacted david #redacted smartass #redacted aaron #redacted elliott #redacted sweetheart #redacted milo #redacted gavin #redacted freelancer #redacted damn crew #forget covert au #ash turns to mist

[gretagerwigsmuse]

this is sooo random but i was listening to the song chasin you by morgan wallen (hate the guy but unfortunately his songs are good) and all i could picture was bradley screaming singing this to smart alek in the car and her pretending to hate it but secretly she loves it. they’re literally just my favorite couple in the world u are a genius my friend

first thank you??? that's so sweet and i'm glad you adore them!! okay so i’m glad you added the mw clarification because i am not a fan of his errr politics (also how is that album only 4 years old but he looks SO DIFFERENT??) - BUT bradley would 10000% BELT songs like that out in the car - he's def a big country fan sorry - and she would be like...

“i know your callsign was rooster, but you don’t need to constantly crow like one…” you said, but out of the corner of his eye, bradley could see a smile creeping across your face.

he eventually stopped, but the smile on both your faces only grew when a little voice from the backseat piped up: “no, sing daddy, sing!” maggie pounded her little fists on her car seat.

gil quickly joined his little sister and soon the car was filled with chanting. “sing! sing! sing!” "daddy! daddy! daddy!"

you leaned your head back against your seat and chuckled. “fine, fine. daddy gets to sing one song -”

“- yay!” the backseat erupted in cheers from your four and ten year old and bradley tossed you a pleased smile, at which you just rolled your eyes good-naturedly.

“- BUT,” you voice cut in, “mommy gets to pick -”

“- lime in the coconut!”

- ‘candy mountain!” maggie called out, only getting half the song title.

you tapped your index finger against your chin. “hmmm, both good choices…” you browsed through bradley’s spotify until you shot him a soft smile once you seemingly found what you were looking for and queued it up. “but i'm gonna go with a different one. did you know your father sang to me at our wedding?”

bradley winked at you, immediately knowing what song you had picked. he grabbed your hand across the console and kissed the back of it.

“really?” gil asked.

you turned around to explain to them both. “he practiced for weeks, even had the band we hired backing him because you need a band for this song, it’s larger than life just like daddy.”

chasin’ you was finishing up, but bradley couldn’t help himself and clicked the fast forward button on the carplay, skipping the end of the track. it was silent for a moment - he could even see the kids leaning forward in their seats in the rear view mirror in anticipation - and then the drums and the horns, followed by that iconic baseline hit.

everlasting love wasn’t a terribly popular song - at least not anymore. but you both had come across it during a long car ride to visit your parents in berkeley after it popped up on bradley’s discover weekly playlist. it had quickly become your song and whenever it came up on shuffle over the preceding years, you'd both smile and think about each other. of course you’d played it since and the kids knew it (as well as a four and ten year old could know a song).

but you had never told them the significance behind it.

that bradley had sang it to you as his speech at your wedding, complete with a full band and a slew of smooth dance moves. it could have been corny. like really fucking corny. but it worked. it really worked. because bradley was larger than life and he could just do stuff like that - literally serenade you at your wedding.

you had first sat in your chair at the head table, a little gobsmacked, your mouth wide open in shock - or disbelief - until you had eventually gotten up as if in a trance and walked towards the stage, eventually standing in the middle of the dance floor. around the second verse, bradley had jumped off the stage to dance alongside you, still singing along. miraculously, he didn’t stumble through the lyrics once, despite all your giggles and crazy dance moves. when he finished, you collapsed against him, giving him one hell of a kiss as he spun you around in his arms.

it was such a pure and honest moment and he knew that was when all your family, friends, and colleagues finally saw you as he did. as his everlasting love.

back in the present - bradley was happily singing along to the song while your kids were sitting in the backseat, completely captivated.

open up your eyes, then you'll realize here i stand with my everlasting love, need you by my side, girl you'll be my bride

the kids kept giggling and chiming in with brief snippets of the lyrics, but all you could do was watch bradley - your everlasting love.

anyway that was DISGUSTING god i need to take a shower jesusfuckingchrist

#my teeth are legit ROTTING after writing this #bradley and smart aleck #asks

[seoafin]

I've been thinking about you often the last few weeks- I KNOW THAT SOUNDS INSANE BUT LIKE NOT IN A WEIRD WAY I SWEAR. You're one of my favorite writers online and I adore everything you make, but I also find you incredibly and genuinely interesting and unique as a person- just with the things you've shared about yourself with us and how you express your mind through your writings. I've been wishing you luck and good things for your life and hope whatever has been weighing you down since the start of this year will ease- if even just by a bit. I don't just say this as a regular visitor of your blog, but as another person who can recognize that you are quietly struggling. I hope this doesn't come off strange, but you are in my thoughts and I'm sending good positive energy your way! Please don't feel rushed to reply or feel the need to reply at all- I just wanted to let you know that you aren't alone. Wishing you a great day, Morgan!

this is the sweetest ask ever thank you so much 😭 I have a really bad habit of clamming up when things get a lot and just basically going no contact. my friends have been trying to help me put things into perspective. I'm not going to feel bad forever, realistically. in the end it is something that can be replaced. thank u so much for this ask though it means the world to me that ppl are still thinking of me 😭😭😭😭😭

#this is SO SWEET thank you #tearing up in the middle of work yeah things are not bad I'm just dramatic #f

[xgmtmdmx]

Close - chapter three the match

You arrive at the performance centre to get ready for your match against liv Morgan  , when you are in the locker room you hear someone comming in so you turn around.

"Hey"  "omg hey dems" you went over and hugged her "calm down y/n/n we were together a few hours ago" she says laughing "yeah I'm just kinda nervous I guess like this is my debut match" "y/n you will be amazing don't worry" "thanks " you say with a smile on your face even though you were still worried , what would happen if it didn’t go well or the crowd didn’t react well to you .

*time skip*

You are sitting in the makeup chair doing your makeup when you hear people come in , it's the judgement day , " hey guys" "hey y/n" they reply "what are y'all doing here?" You ask " just came to wish you luck and I wanna do Damian's makeup" Rhea replies , dom and Finn come over to the desk and start fiddling with makeup . “Eh excuse you Finn get away from me makeup” “doms touching it aswell” “yeah but he’s being careful , your a clumsy fuck” he comes over and starts tickling you “will ye fuck off ive to get ready” you say laughing “you sound like some townie when your laughing” “go away Finn will ya” now scowling at him while he keeps laughing “right everyone out I’ve to get changed” Rhea stayed sitting on the couch while the boys left “why does she get to stay?” Questions dom “because she’s a girl and she’s one of my best friends” dom just smiles and leaves

*time skip* (I'm sorry for all the time skips I promise I'm not lazy 😭)

 You are waiting in the gorilla for ur que when u hear it 

IM GONNA SHOW YOU , LOCO MANIAC , SICK BITCH , PYSCOPATH 

You go out and do ur signature pose (it can be whatever u want it to be , I chose I'm gonna show you crazy by Bebe Rhexa for my enterance but it can be whatever you want again) 

You go out and start fighting liv and win by using your move called the compress (it's a pin tactic). You go backstage and the judgement day hug you , you wait for liv to get backstage and give her a hug and start talking to her " you were amazing out there y/n" "thank you so much liv like honestly I have looked up to you for a while" "awh y/n you are so sweet , do u wanna go get a bite to eat later or something maybe to celebrate your win and you big debut?" "Yeah sure I'd love to" you say  , you go back to the locker rooms with liv and Rhea to get changed and get ready but when you try to talk to Rhea she just kinda blows you off and is very short with you so you are confused but just put it down to her being tired so you leave and go to dinner with liv , you have an amazing time and are happy to have made another friend , so you call an Uber and make your way home and when you get home u text Rhea but she leaves you on read 

Y/n🫶 : hey dems *read*

Y/n🫶: you okay? *read*

Y/n🫶: I'm guessing your asleep I'll talk to you tomorrow good night *read* 

You were confused and a bit upset that Rhea wasn't answering you but thought that maybe she had fell asleep with her phone on so you tried to sleep but just couldn't so you went to watch a movie and texted liv

The compressor💪: hey liv you awake?

Blondie locks💛: yeah what's up 

The compressor 💪: I think Demi is mad at me but I don't know why 

Blondie locks 💛 : why what happened ?

The compressor 💪: I don't know she hasn't spoke to me since she heard us planning to go to dinner

Blondie locks 💛 : oh my god you are oblivious aren't you 

The compressor 💪 : what do you mean?

Blondie locks 💛 : never mind you will figure it out soon hun 

What on earth was liv talking about? This just made y/n even more confused than she already was, she needed to talk to Demi very soon 

She would see her in the gym the next day anyways and will corner demi if she really has to.

*authors note* 

Hey y'all I hope you like this chapter , it's a bit longer than the other two

Have a great day/night 🫶

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Your hair :

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[fe-fictions]

Where? ~oh~ where? Have those Henry fics gone?~ I needs my crowman

(I've got some Henry taking care of Robin and Morgan when they get sick! Huge thanks to @zankavogue , who compiled a huge archive of fics from the deactivated blog! I'll be reuploading as many as possible!!! U V U)

The family had taken a brief, albeit very fun and relaxing, trip in Plegia. Morgan being only eight months old certainly made things interesting. Having the whole family there to enjoy the beauty of Plegia outside war time was fun.

Plus, you were both Plegians, so it was nice to learn about your roots.

It was a magical time. Or at least, it would have been. You woke up the morning after you came home and found yourself unable to get out of bed.

You had a fever, your head was pounding, and you were a snotty mess of misery. Henry was amused until he heard baby Morgan bawling down the hall. You both caught, according to your husband, the Plegian swine flu.

No one was immune from it, not even sweet, innocent little blood bags like Morgan (Henry’s words, not yours).

So Henry quickly went from teasing you and being fascinated by how miserable you were to going into full-blown panic.

Like any disease, a baby catching it had a higher risk of complications. Most recover, Henry explained while frantically scribbling an urgent letter for Maribelle to tie to one of his crows, but itty bitty babies could suffer serious health problems.

Henry got to work on preparing you a bucket of cold water, a second bucket for the kerchiefs you would be blowing your nose into all day, and a third bucket in case you couldn’t keep your food down.

You didn’t.

“Gods, Henry- did you have to send that filthy animal to me? I’m literally down the block! It would take you fifteen minutes to-”

“Fifteen minutes is a waste of time! Morgan and Robin could be dead by then! And if it’s either of them, it’s no joke, nya ha!”

“Then why are you laughing?”

“It’s nervous laughter!” He chuckled again, though judging by how pale his face was, it seemed to be true. 

Maribelle simply scoffed and hurried to the bedroom, ready to treat her friend.

“Robin, darling! Oh, you look positively ghastly!” She gasped, drawing the mask over her mouth and nose. She pulled on her medical gloves, a stave at her side and a big pouch of herbs on her belt. “The Plegian swine flu is no joke...it’s very rarely found in Ylisse, but when it travels with you…”

“I-it’s a disaster.” You wheezed, not before you were overcome by coughing. “Anything y-you can do will be a welcome remedy.”

“Luckily for you, there’s nothing here that herbs and plenty of rest won’t fix. Now Morgan might be a little trickier, given his age...but we can at least get started with you.”

Maribelle was quick to send  Henry off to grind up the herbs, preparing some disgusting concoction guaranteed to get your body back to normal.

Presuming Henry could put it together.

“Now, when did you start to feel ill?”

“W-well, if I’m honest… It started around-”

Crash

“Ah, gods- I broke the cup!!”

“-The time we got home, last night. It was late-”

Smash

“The pestle’s shattered!!”

“-And I just thought I was tired, but...my head feels about the same as-”

Bang

“The herbs are everywhere!!”

“HENRY!!” Maribelle shouted out the door, “What in the gods’ names are you doing?!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make a mess!” Henry apologized, his voice shaky and unsure. “I-I just meant to help a bit, but it looks like I’m making things worse, nya ha!”

“Why don’t you come and sit,” Maribelle pinched  her brow, “Just settle down until you stop breaking things.” 

You watched as Henry wandered back into the bedroom, looking surprisingly pale and nervous. You had never quite seen him in such a way, before.

After all, it was always good times and weird vibes with your husband. Since when did he become the anxious type?

“I’ll be right back, Robin. I’ll get your medicine.”

“Give some to Morgan, first.” You asked, “I can wait.”

Maribelle nodded to you before taking off, leaving you alone with your husband who was bouncing his leg and fidgeting with his hands with a nervousness that you’d never seen before.

For a few moments, it was quiet, listening to the rhythmic, rapid tapping of his heel against the stone. Eventually, though, you would have to snap him out of it.

“Henry, a-are you all right?” You questioned as gently as you could. Henry started to nod, giving you a cracked, faux grin. Then he paused, his smile fell, and he shook his head.

“Well, if I’m honest? No. Not at all. I feel like I’m dying inside.” He admitted. “I mean, you’re sick, and so is Morgan! My two favorite living people! And there’s not a thing I can do about it- I mean, he’s just a baby, and we’ve only been back together for a year- I dunno. It scares me, y’know? Which is impressive! When’s the last time I’ve been genuinely scared, right! Nya ha ha!”

“There’s nothing to be scared of, Henry.” You tried to assure him. But he shook his head, folding his arms tightly.

“You don’t know that! All it takes is one thing to go wrong and it could be bye-bye wifey, or even bye-bye baby, and I...oh, I couldn’t handle that. Nope, not one bit.” 

It was certainly a reasonable concern. 

“Henry, sweetheart...come here.” You held your hand out to him, insisting he sit with you. You weren’t sure if it was the exhaustion or the pain that numbed your sense of worry, but you were far calmer than he was.

He took your hand, revealing trembling fingers. You squeezed it tightly, trying your best to comfort him despite your situation.

“Maribelle will take care of us. We’ll be okay, I’m sure.”

“But you can’t be sure!” He sighed shakily, “Anything can happen when it comes to Plegian flu. It can either be nothing at all, or really bad! And you never know until it happens. If something bad did happen to you or Morgan, I just...I don’t know what to do! You already told me I’m not allowed to re-animate either of you if you croak, so...I’m out of options!”

“I’m standing firm on that, just so you know.” You informed him with a soft smile, “But, Henry...there’s no value in worrying for worrying’s sake. W-we really shouldn’t be concerned with the unknown until it comes.”

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one having to take care of both of you! What if I mess up?! What if I make it worse!! I already broke Maribelle’s mortar and pestle, there are herbs everywhere, a-and I just-”

“Henry,” You pressed a finger to his lips, “You’re overthinking.”

“B-but I just...I worry about you guys…”

“I know.” You beamed at him, stroking his cheek. “But please, try not to worry. We need to wait for Maribelle’s diagnosis, and we can go from there, okay? It’ll be easier if we take it a step at a time.”

“Gosh, Robin...how’re you able to stay so calm all the time?” He looked at you incredulously, “I’m about ready to pop out of my skin and just run around like a headless Risen!”

“Experience.” You laughed. 

Maribelle came in not long after, informing you both that the flu didn’t appear to be as bad as it could be. 

“Morgan should recover within the week, though we’ll need to make sure he receives two doses of medicine each day; one in the morning and one at night. Henry, you’ll have to make it for him each day- is that something you can handle? Or will I be making more visits this week?”

Henry shared a look with you, seeing your encouraging smile. He took a deep breath and nodded.

“I can handle it, I promise!”

“Good. Morgan’s going to be counting on you. Robin, you should need more rest than anything else, but I’m recommending you take one dose each evening; it will help you sleep better, and it’s strong enough that it should hold you the next day.”

“That’s fine by me.” You agreed; the less disgusting, bitter herbs you had to ingest, the better.

“Your recovery time will be a bit longer than Morgan’s, though, judging by how you’re doing… I’d say two weeks at minimum; a month-and-a-half at most. Now if you want, I can have Lissa or Libra come and help take care of you, so that Henry can focus on caring for Morgan. Or, we can simply send Morgan off with a wet nurse while you’re here.”

“N-no, I-!” Henry interrupted before you could reply, putting a hand to his chest. “I can handle it, Maribelle! After all, if I can’t take care of my family, what kind of man would I be? Just a sad bag of bones and sinew! Not good for anything but crow food.”

Maribelle glanced over at you, looking for some sort of response. You knew she was still wary of Henry, especially now that she was out a very lovely mortar and pestle. But you were confident in his abilities.

“He can take care of us.” You told her, “I trust him.”

“Well...if you insist.” She conceded, earning a whoop from your husband- and an apology for it shortly after when he realized you weren’t to be around loud noises with your headache. “I’ll be coming to check up on you twice a week until you’re all better- until then, Henry, we’re counting on you!”

“You got nothin’ to worry about, Maribelle! We just take it a day at a time, and it’ll be great, nya ha!”

“Robin, if anything changes, or you need help...please don’t hesitate to call me or the other healers immediately.”

“I will.”

“I do mean anything, dear.”

“...I will.”

“If Henry does one thing wrong-”

“Hey!”

“I got it, Maribelle.” You chuckled, waving her away. “Thanks for your concern. We’ll be sure to call for you if we need anything. But I’m positive Henry will take care of us just fine.”

“You can bet your organs on it!” He grinned, giggling happily with his wife’s support. Maribelle gave him a long, hard look, but eventually took her leave. 

Henry was quick to move Morgan’s crib into the bedroom, guaranteeing that he could keep track of both of you and ensure you were both recovering nicely at the same time.

While it was heartbreaking listening to Morgan’s discomfort and those tiny baby coughs, it helped to see him improve day after day.

You did end up recovering about a week after Morgan, all thanks to Henry. He made sure to give you only the best. Most of all you were just thankful that none of you could get the Plegian swine flu ever again.

Especially since he bought Maribelle a replacement mortar and pestle that came from a questionable source, covered in animal bones and bird skulls and...you really didn’t know what corner of Hell he summoned them from.

At least there wouldn’t be another opportunity for him to break anything else of Maribelle’s, seeing as you wouldn’t be getting sick again.

You would take extra steps to ensure that just so he wouldn’t frighten Maribelle with another horrifying “gift”.

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[first-edition]

Breaking Seasons

Spencer reid x reader fanfiction

Updates every Tuesday and Thursday 

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CHAPTER 9

Summary- When y/n takes her sick friends criminology class to take notes in the winter, she meets the guest speaker, BAU-FBI agent Spencer reid.  After getting to know more about each other due to a college school related case, that ends up involving y/n herself, they naught just have each to keep warm.

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CW- this chapter has a heavy topic of sexual assult, r4pe and gunsh*ots. As well as the mention of sexual toys and immodesty. Please read with caution or skip.

The team walks into the scene two floors above the two previous deaths same noice and cause of death. Morgan walks through the act while Spencer walks around the room looking at trinkets and keepsakes. 

"Reid?" Emily says holding a small picture frame in her hand. 

Spencer turns around and walks to her to see what she holds in her hand.

"Isn't this y/n?" She asks point to see the victim y/n and another girl. 

"Yeah..." he says taking the picture in his own hand. He frowns and looks around the room again seeing the astrology decor and the study books.

"They have a the same major." He says looking back down the picture and taking out his phone taking a picture and sending it to y/n.

"I'll ask her if she knows her." He says Emily nods as he puts the frame back down.

"The unsub came in through here and somehow kept them quiet long enough to rape them...yet no dna was found. Then he shoots them making a scene and leaves in the crowd." Morgan says retracing steps.

"This is an all girls dorm area it would be weird to see a male walk in and out." Hotch says 

"Unless the unsub is female." Emily says 

"We can rule out y/n she was with mave when the first victim was killed there's apartment cctv footage outside her house. And mave was killed and mave was killed while reid was with her-" Hotch stops talking and turns his head across the room at the bullet hole in the wall.

"The rooms were swept weren't they?" He asks. 

"Yeah forensic and the district packed everything up." Spencer says Hotch takes out his phone and calls Penelope.

"Yes? Good sir!" She says. 

"Garcia in the forensic bags were there any form of sexual pleasure toys?" He asks. 

"Sir such a dirty mind." She says Hotch sighs Emily snickers.

"Yes the first victim kelly Dane has a pink dildo and a vibration egg, mave had a vibrating dildo, and the newest victim, Amy rodden also happed to have a dildo and vibrator." She says 

"Thanks." Hotch says and hangs up.

"What's up with that?" Morgan asks. 

"The killer raped them to unconsciousness with thier own toys when they came to she stood them up and shot them through the wall to the next room each and everyone." Hotch says.

"It's a peephole." Spencer says Hotch nods 

"She comes back after we leave." Morgan continues. 

"It's time to give the profile." Hotch says. As Spencer phone dings.

"I got a message from y/n it's a picture from the maths decathlon early last year. The other girl in the photo is Bella Chang." He says Hotch nods. 

"I'll ask Garcia to pull up info on Bella. Let's go." Morgan says 

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"The u sub is a white female around the age of 22-26 she almost likely attends the college. At some point in time she had a traumatic event that strung from sexual harassment of being watched while e gain private activities between herself or with a partner." Hotch says 

"She goes back to the scene to check up or recreate what she went through." Morgan says 

"We'll have you posted up on at the dorm we believe to be the next victim and only letting in the form owner." Emily says 

"She'll look like anyone else a normal college student 

So look for other define traits like nervousness around police or even hate due to the fact she probably went for help and was turned away. Thank you" Spencer says.

Everyone disperses. And Morgan's phone rings.

"Hey baby girl what you got?"

"We'll my delicious chocolate fountain fondue wonder, Bella Chang enrolled at the school two years ago in the door that Amy now had but moved back to china for family issues six months ago. Her and Amy were roommates." Garcia says 

"The unsub wouldn't even bother going after Bella though she Asian all her victims are white and brunette." Spencer says leaning against the table. 

"What's so special about white and brunette. That well over half of the girls at the school is she gonna kill everyone?" Morgan asks. The team shrugs. 

"Garcia give me a list of all the girls white and brunette that attend school please." Hotch says. 

"Yes sir!" She says and hangs up.

"Everyone go back to the hotel before the road get too snowy we can meet up in the main front after resting." Hotch says. They all nod and disperse.

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Walking into his hotel room Spencer takes out his phone texting you asking if you're okay. Due to the nature of why he asked you to describe the picture he sent. He sees the three bubbles of you texting pop up them dissapear after a bit. But no text comes through. Brushing it off he goes to his suit case and takes out a book laying on his bed and reading.

Hours pass and still no reply from you checking his phone he sends a question mark and asks if you still wanna go out but nothing. 

He sighs putting his arm over his eyes eventually catching sleep.

You look up at the bright gloomy sky in your sunroom. As the frosted glass shines through the room. Fear of Spencer runs through you. Not fear of him as a person, not fear of his job, but fear of your feeling for him. Knowing the last time you fell for someone, it ended in shit. You don't want that for Spencer you don't want that for you.

You know it's wrong, it's a dick move to cut someone off but fear cloud your mind causing you to put him on do not disturb. Thinking of your family your ex and Maeve hurts your heart even more than he could know.

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10 songs, 10 people (part 2!!)

okay when i did this a while ago I said i wanted to do it again so now i am :P this round's way more chaotic so buckle in bitches my caps lock was working hard tonight

lets get started

@justadmiringanakin (i know i already tagged you in the last one but you have top tier music taste so im bringing u back) @emilysmidnights (come back...be here) @karmaismyb0yfriend um idk anyone else to tag so open tag?

You're Losing Me | Taylor Swift - bro this song. so devastating but also such a period slay??? miss blondie i just love you so so much you will always be awesome

firearm | Lizzy McAlpine - "what a joke?!?!" "WHAT A FUCKED UP REALITY SHOW?!?!?!?" "YOU HAD ME CONVINCED THAT YOU LOOOOOOVEDDDD MEEEEE???????????????????" i have no other words. lizzy i love you so so much as well you're so cool

in my head | Ariana Grande - this one's partly for ch 18 of ffm. I- rfobsVKfobalAbalbgrushf I love this song so much. The lyrics? the production?? the high notes??? perfection. ALSO GO READ FALL FOR ME PLEASE BY @justadmiringanakin DO IT

The Alcott | The National and Taylor Swift - the parts where they sing like at each other??? AMAZING. i never fail to scream out tay tay's parts-- DID MY LOVE AID AND ABET YOU SHRED MY EVENING GOWNNNNNNN

Easier to Cry | TV Girl - and she just wanted to die but it was easier, it was easier to ADFFJSKBF:IURCSVG CRYYYYYYYY

What You Wish For | Guster - okay where my hayden girlies at cus theres a story to this one. I've always loved Guster since I was a baby, theyre my mom's fave. The movie Life As A House (EMO HAYDEN) came out about 4, 4.5 months after I was born. The directer of LaaH is a HUGE Guster fan. Their songs are in all of his movie soundtracks. This, along with the song Rainy Day of the same album (Lost and Gone Forever 1999), were featured in Life as a House. My mom met the director of this movie at a Guster concert when I was unfortunately only like 2 and too young to go. She also loved Hayden-i guess the obsession is a gene lol. thank u for coming to my ted talk

Thinkin Bout Me | Morgan Wallen - before I begin, if you're thinking of hating on country music, do not interact please. it's unnecessary. I'm unashamed for my interests. anyways this song is so GOOD morgy is absolutely SAVAGE songwriter and i loveeee him for it.

NYMPHOLOGY | Melanie Martinez - this song is also so amazingly savage. I love both Melanies, old and new. Angry songs are my PASSION and this song hits so hard for me

Someday You Will Be Loved | Death Cab for Cutie - "DO IT FOR BEN GIBBARD"-my friend i was talking to making this as i told her idk if i should put death cab on here -> this is my fave song by death cab (postal service and solo gibbard not included) for inexplicable reasons

and finally....

WILD UNCHARTED WATERS BY JONAH HAUER-KING yes i felt the need to yell that one at you guys this barbie just saw the little mermaid and is officially obsessed. IT WAS SO GOOD!!!!! the music? the storytelling?? the casting???? PERFECT. Everyone was soooo good in it and i encourage you ALL to go see it or watch somewhere. i condone illegals to see this movie. anyway Jonah Hauer-King was GORGEOUS and sang SO WELL and I LOVE HIM and OMG. ive listened to this song on heavy repeat in the last few days. like my spotify is having a stroke actually

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