delusional-4-fake-people

[delusional-4-fake-people]

hey 🥹 only if it’s ok ofc, but i’ve been super sick for about a week and it’s not looking to be better any time soon smhh. was just wondering if i could get a lil smth with rosekiller fussing over a sick reader? perfectly ok if not <3 tysm and such a huge fan of how u portray barty :D

struggling a little with some writers block/lack of inspiration lately so this is a bit shorter than usual; hope you feel better soon, and hope I did your request justice!

poly!rosekiller x fem!reader and they are tired of her being sick [397 words]

CW: light dom/sub dynamics probably because it's Evan, Barty trying to play middle man, Evan pretending to be a big bad dude when he just wants to run his sick girlfriend a nice bath to help bring her fever down

“Poppet, you better have a very good reason for being out of bed.” Evan barked as you tried, though apparently failed, to tiptoe into the kitchen. 

Had you been feeling better, you’re sure there were more than a few ways you could have gotten yourself out of the hot seat. Unfortunately, your fever induced state left you with only one option.

Evan turned his head to look at you at the first not-illness related sniffle that escaped you to see you wiping at your eyes. “I…I wanted to watch a show- a show with you.” You hiccuped pathetically. 

“That might be what you want, doll, but you need to sleep.” He sighed. 

“Treasure!” Barty screeched as he stepped through the front door, hustling into the kitchen and nearly throwing the groceries onto the counter before rushing back and grabbing you roughly by your upper arms. “What are you doing out of bed?!” 

“She’s being a brat.” Evan answered for you. 

“M’not!” You whimpered with a petulant stomp of your foot. “I’m tired of being sick.”

“And I’m tired of you being sick too, that’s why you’re meant to be in bed.” With this, Evan stood from the sofa and came to stand like a displeased bouncer in charge of kicking out some unruly drunk from the pub. 

“I hate to say it, but it kind of sounds like you’re being a brat, babygirl.” Barty pouted on your behalf, looking far more sympathetic for you than your other boyfriend. 

“I just thought I could watch a show; one episode!” You tried bargaining. 

It almost worked, too, as Barty turned to Evan no doubt adorning an expression he hoped would help plead your case. No dice.

“I’m going to need you to get your beautiful arse back in that bed, Poppett.” Evan declared with finality. 

“But-”

“One.”

Barty let out a sound halfway between a sigh and a nervous chuckle. “Ev…”

“Two.” 

“Excuse m- Are you counting? Do you really think you can just-”

“Three. When I get to five, pet, your time is up.” He continued, voice never raising even a fraction. 

He got to ‘four’ when you finally turned to hustle back to your room, missing the way he whispered ‘five’ with a wicked grin before following after you. Barty laughing all the while at the way Evan made running you a lukewarm bath with bubbles sound devious and threatening.

[delusional-4-fake-people]

Just Hold Me

Rio Vidal x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Notes: Fluff x 100, comfort x 1 million, very soft

Summary: You had a rough day and Rio wants to comfort you, but she wonders if she's doing enough.

An: The yearly fluff I post after Christmas. Soft as a bunny's tail.

Masterlist

Love was such a strange thing. Tangled up in emotions like hurt, betrayal, and longing, but also bathed in happiness, care, and optimism. It was complex enough with normal people, but you had fallen for Death itself.

Loving Rio was like loving a hurricane. It was wild and even if some things were predictable, you couldn’t always prepare for what was to come. Having a trail of destruction behind her was a part of her job.

It was something she only found shame in when she was with you. She didn’t want you to think that of her. The truth being, that you never could. It was what had drawn you to her in the first place. Death didn’t scare you, not at all. Falling into her embrace felt like destiny. You’d tell her, but Rio was never one for fate, she said if anything it was an omen.

She was so scared of the consequences when it came to being with you. She tried to go against her urges, but you were patient. In her mind you’d forget her and move on with someone more suitable, but you never did. You knew what you wanted and it was her.

There would never be anyone to come close.

Rio was a good girlfriend. She was affectionate, and as attentive as she could be. There were still some things that she was uncertain about when it came to her emotions. After all she had only learned them from her limited experience in other relationships and observing others. She had seen a lot, but that didn’t mean she understood it all.

So when she appeared in your home to find your curled up on the couch, hidden by a blanket, she simply tilted her head to the side before approaching you.

“Love?”

You heard her voice, but felt like you couldn’t move or speak. Instead you let out a soft hum in response. It caught Rio off guard, she was still assessing the situation, but it wasn’t looking good.

She stepped into your point of view, crouching so that she could meet your eyes. She was taken aback by the sadness in them. The bags under your eyes were dark and heavy. Rio pouted seeing the red hues scattered in them.

She reaches out cautiously to hold your face in her hands. Her touch was warm, it made you briefly close your eyes.

“What happened?” Rio’s voice was soft, as if she was scared of pushing.

However you weren’t like the lovers of her past. You wouldn’t push her away, so you took a deep breath trying to muster up your voice.

“Hold me,” you managed to murmur.

Rio was quick to shed her work clothes and create more comfortable attire for the sake of both of you. You briefly sat up on the couch, only enough for the Green Witch to slip behind you. Once she was behind you, you tugged her arm over your body. You held it in place keeping her hold on you tight.

Rio places a delicate kiss on the back of your neck, “I'm not going anywhere."

For a while you stay in that position silently. Neither of you break through the quiet. Rio thinks she’s eventually going to hear your breathing level but it doesn’t.

“Long day,” you mumble against her hand.

“I think I know something about those,” Rio threaded her fingers through yours.

You let out a small laugh, “I bet you do.”

You feel the time shift again. You turn to face Rio who scans over your features again.

“Is there something I can do?”

You see the worry in her eyes and it makes your heart swell. The smallest furrow in her brow, the usual mischief in her eyes is gone, her tone is missing the teasing edge.

“Just this,” you bury your head in the crease of her neck.

You inhale deeply, her scent always grounds you. That specific scent of earth freshly hit with rain. You could get lost in her aroma, it almost makes you feel like you’re outside. You can feel her skin cooling, which only submerges you deeper into the fantasy.

Now both of her hands hold you. She kisses the top of your head. Rio is still uncertain about it she should be doing more for you. This didn't feel like enough. She wanted to destroy whatever it was that made your day so hard. Seeing you in this state was tugging at her heart strings.

She began to trace patterns into your back. You didn't mind, you like having her hands on you, being this close together. It helped you feel safe.

“Are you sure it’s enough,” Rio whispers, insecurities gnawing at her.

You pull back just enough to look at her, “Rio Vidal you’ll always be enough for me.”

Your words knocked the wind right out of her, she felt her face getting warm under your gaze, but she wasn’t trying to hide it from you.

“I’d do anything for you, you know that? Legal or illegal. If I need to go fuck up your boss I will. If I need to pop your annoying coworkers tire, I will. If you needed me to hunt down a Karen I-"

“I know,” you cut her off.

“All of the above?” Rio wriggles her eyebrows playfully.

You move to sit up and she sits beside you.

You rub a hand over your face, “Work was fine, I guess. A few difficult customers, but nothing out of the ordinary. I don’t really know why, but today just felt harder to get through than other days. Nothings wrong, I just feel a little… down.”

Rio listen intently as you speak. When you finish she nods slowly, “I think I know what you need.”

“You do?”

Rio nods with a little more certainty, “Let me cook for us. We’ll order some snacks and pop in a movie. We can keep cuddling too. And tomorrow, I think you should call out. We’ll spend the whole day together, I know all the best parks for walks. How does that sound?”

You let out a sigh of relief, “That sounds perfect. I love you.”

Rio places a gentle kiss on your lips, “I love you too.”

Rio reluctantly begins to stand, but you pull her back down, “Just hold me a bit longer?”

She lays her back flat on the couch and pulls you on top of her, stealing another peck.

“Always.”

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To Be Loved | Poly!Jegulus | Harry Potter

When sleep tended to evade him, Regulus often thought about how funny life was and it’s way of turning out. This time last year, he had thought he was destined to follow his father’s footsteps and marry one of his cousins to keep the Black family line pure. Originally, it had been Sirius’ responsibility, but the day he left him behind in their family home, he knew the burden had fallen upon his shoulders.

He could still hear his mother’s anguished cries reverberating through the back of his mind. As much as Walburga had presented as the stoic, uncaring mother, there was a part of her that still cared deeply for Sirius. Regulus had wondered if she had cried the same when he left home too, and his portrait was burned off the family tapestry, alongside Sirius’. 

Despite the years of torture he had endured, she was still his mother, and the thought of being the cause of her pain did not sit right with Regulus. But alas, he had left, just as Sirius had done, and just like Sirius, he could not bring himself to regret the decision. Because if he had stayed, he would not have learned what it was like to be loved.

He wouldn’t have known what it was like to be loved by you and James. 

Regulus slowly shifted to his side as he tried to get comfortable again. His movements were soft, as he did not want to disturb your sleep. Somehow, you always knew when his thoughts turned back to his family and what could have been.

“You okay?” You murmur, voice still riddled with sleep. Regulus looks down at you cuddled into his chest and stops your hand from rubbing at your eyes.

“I’m okay, Sweet Girl,” he whispered back. Although it was for your benefit moreso James’ as nothing short of a hurricane could wake him. “Go back to sleep.”

“Mm’kay,” You didn't argue as you snuggled your head further into his chest. 

Slowly Regulus dragged his hand up and down your back, moving in time with your deep breaths. He couldn't help but let his mind wonder back to his previous train of thought. Yes, it was funny how life turned out. A year ago, he could not imagine being laid in bed, cuddling the two loves of his life, and yet here he was, and here he was going to stay.

[delusional-4-fake-people]

“Little Skater, Big Tears”

Sturniolos x sister

The Sturniolo triplets stood by the edge of the ice rink, tightening their skates while their three-year-old sister, Y/N, sat on the bench between them, bundled up in her oversized coat. Her tiny feet dangled, already laced into her little skates, but she wasn’t nearly as excited as the boys were.

“Alright, munchkin,” Matt grinned, kneeling in front of her. “You ready to be the best skater out there?”

Y/N clung to Chris’s arm, her big eyes filled with doubt. “No,” she mumbled, shaking her head.

Chris chuckled. “C’mon, it’s gonna be fun! And we won’t let you fall, promise!”

That was the biggest lie ever.

The second she stepped onto the ice with their help, her legs wobbled, and before Nick could even get a firm grip on her, she plopped straight onto her butt.

Her eyes widened in shock before her lower lip trembled. “Ow…” she whined.

“You’re okay! Just gotta get back up,” Nick said, quickly picking her up and placing her on her feet again.

Three seconds later—boom. Right back down.

This time, her little sniffles turned into a full-on wail. “I don’t like dis!” she cried, rubbing her gloved hands over her teary face.

Chris bent down, rubbing her back. “You’re good, princess. Wanna hold both our hands?”

She sniffled and gave a small nod. Chris and Matt each took one of her tiny hands, slowly gliding forward. It worked for a few steps, but then she tripped over her own skates, nearly pulling both boys down with her.

More tears. More frustration. More dramatic sniffles.

“You got this, Y/N!” Nick encouraged from ahead. “Look, you’re skating!”

“I wanna go home,” she pouted.

“Not yet, munchkin,” Matt said. “One more try.”

As they continued slowly across the rink, Y/N finally found a small rhythm, smiling up at Chris proudly—until she let go of his hand to balance on her own.

Bad idea.

Her little skate slipped, and before she knew it, she was tumbling forward, hitting her forehead lightly against the ice.

Silence for a split second.

Then—

“WAAAHHHHH!”

Chris was the first to scoop her up, his heart dropping when he saw a small trickle of blood forming where she hit her head.

“Oh my God,” Matt muttered, immediately pulling off his glove and pressing it gently against her forehead. “It’s not bad, it’s just a little cut.”

“Doesn’t feel little to her,” Nick said, looking at Y/N, who was sobbing into Chris’s shoulder.

Chris rocked her gently, whispering reassurances. “You’re okay, sweetheart. I promise. Just a tiny boo-boo.”

“I don’t like hockey,” she hiccupped between sobs.

Nick snorted. “Yeah, I don’t think we’re gonna have a future skater in the family.”

After getting her off the ice and cleaned up, Y/N finally calmed down in Chris’s arms, still sniffling.

“You know,” Matt said, kneeling beside her. “For a second, you were actually skating.”

Y/N frowned, clearly not buying it. “No, I wasn’t.”

Chris smiled. “Yeah, you were, princess. You did so good.”

Nick ruffled her hair. “Just… maybe we’ll wait a few years before trying again.”

Y/N looked at all three of them, her face still puffy from crying. “Can I get ice cream?”

The triplets exchanged glances and laughed.

“Yeah, munchkin,” Matt said, scooping her up. “You definitely earned it.”

[delusional-4-fake-people]

Hiii, can you make a story we’re little sister is obsessed with Billie eilish? I need this story in my life bc I also loveee Billie!🫶🏼

lolllll, SHES SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL I NEED HERRRDR😩😫

“Obsessed”

Sturniolos x sister

Y/N sat on the couch, fully immersed in her phone, Billie Eilish blasting through her headphones. Her entire TikTok ‘For You’ page was just Billie edits, concert clips, and fan theories. She had posters on her walls, wore oversized hoodies that gave Billie vibes, and had every piece of merch possible.

Chris walked into the room first, raising an eyebrow when he saw her scrolling. “Let me guess… Billie Eilish again?” he teased.

Without looking up, Y/N responded, “Duh.”

Nick and Matt soon joined in, plopping down next to her. “Dude, I swear you’ve watched that same Billie interview like ten times,” Matt pointed out.

“Because it’s a good interview,” Y/N shot back, rolling her eyes.

Nick smirked. “You literally act like if Billie walked in here right now, you wouldn’t pass out.”

“I wouldn’t,” Y/N said confidently.

Chris scoffed. “Bro, you would actually stop breathing.”

“False.”

Matt pulled out his phone. “Alright, let’s test this.” He suddenly played a random video of Billie saying, ‘Hi, I’m Billie Eilish,’ and shoved it in Y/N’s face.

Instantly, she gasped dramatically and grabbed the phone. “Oh my God, she’s so pretty, STOP.”

The boys burst out laughing. “Case in point!” Nick said, pointing at her reaction.

Chris shook his head. “Nah, you’re way too obsessed.”

Y/N grinned. “And proud.”

Nick groaned. “You need help.”

“I need Billie tickets,” she corrected.

The triplets all groaned at the same time. They knew that this obsession wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

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A Complete Unknown Title

Barbie dolls: musician! Regulus x gn! musician! Reader

Word:4k

Summary: I watched a complete unknown and the whole time all I was thinking was 'lemme fuck him I can fix him lemme fuck him I can fix him lemme fuck him I can fix him lemme fuck him' I really hope someone understands this ( him playing the harmonica and like shaking his head back and forth 🫠) sorry lemme pull myself together you and regulus search for each other after your interesting meeting

Warnings: biting mentioned, you yearn, you wear sunglasses sorry if your wear regular glasses you're blind now, American reader, um regulus yearns so bad, communicate through album covers idk if that's a warning but I think it's intriguing, making out? Ig idk what classifies as making out, mentions and themes(?) of sexual activities, you annoy your manager like hell, Sirius wears gold jewelry, um I think that's it

You had laughed at Regulus when he said not talking to you for a year would drive him mad. Now that it’d been three months from the festival you understood his claim. You hated that you were yearning for a man you barely even knew. You wanted to see him again. You needed to see his eyes. You needed to feel his lips without a barrier between your bodies. You missed his voice. You missed the way he could sprout a smile on your face with just him existing near you. You wanted to find him and sink your teeth into his shoulder so he could never be shirtless around another person without being reminded of you. Classic regular things to feel and think of course. 

Luckily your management was pushing out your newest album. Even with the sudden change to the cover. You kept the sunglasses like they were a lifeline. Every outfit had a new accessory. Either on your head, over your eyes, or hooked in your shirt. You thought of Regulus constantly, you couldn’t get him out of your head. You felt like you should regret never telling him anything about yourself. He knew your name, he knew your songs, he knew your car and that was all he could go off of. A part of you hoped he saw your license plates as you drove off and committed the state to memory. All you could do was go about your life and hope he still thought of you. 

Regulus felt crazy. It’d been months, yet it felt like centuries. He couldn’t get you out of his head. All he could think of was you. You. You. He needed to see you again he could feel it stirring in his stomach. All he had to find you was the state you lived in. Maybe you couldn’t tell him but your license plates could. He knew the state. Regulus had been drifting around it for the past three months, asking around if anyone knew about you. Still, it’s an entire state. He’d gotten nowhere. Regulus found nothing. He could only find you in the back of his mind and of course. He thought of you constantly, pulling through all the memories of your lips on his. When that wasn’t enough to satiate him, he went to the closet record shop. 

Regulus had always found a soft comfort in them but this was something new. He had already bought your last album, the one you released before he ever met you. Regulus played it on repeat, memorizing every lyric, every breath, every single sound that came from your mouth. It still wasn’t enough. Regulus meandered through the isles, eyes peeled for your name. He paused when he finally found it. 

It wasn’t the old record, the one still set in his player. This was new. His fingers flicked over the edge of the last few records still there. Yours sold out pretty quickly, you were already down to three in this shop. Regulus pulled the record up, looking down at the full image on the cover. 

You were leaning back in a wooden chair. Your arm was hanging to the floor, a small gathering of flowers in your hand. They were falling from your fingers like you’d given up on the prospect of giving them water and nurturing them. Your other hand was thrown over your lap. Your head was lolled to the side, facing the camera. 

Regulus knew he’d later stare at the cover while listening to your songs, just like he did with the magazine cover you landed on he found in a gas station. This was much different from the magazine. The magazine was just a picture of you performing, on this cover, you had a piece of him. Right there resting on your face were his sunglasses. It’s stupid sure but it felt like he was with you and holding you. You were thinking of him. That’s what those glasses meant. You wanted him too. You needed him too. Regulus bought the record and on the way out of the record shop, he made a mental note to call his manager. 

A part of you knew he found your record. Why wouldn’t he? Another part of you worried he hadn’t found it. Another part of you worried he wasn’t interested anymore. Maybe he found another singer along the way. Four months wasn’t the longest time but it was a good chunk. You could easily find someone new and more interesting during that time. Many people had already come up to you and asked you plenty more questions than Regulus and yet you didn’t find them any more interesting than a wall painted plain white in a doctor’s office. 

You wandered into the record shop closest to you to check on his record sales and even see if you needed to buy a new one to keep your collection up to date. You paused when you saw there was, in fact, a new album with his name on it. You pulled the record from the box, staring down at the picture he picked for the cover. 

It wasn’t anything spectacular but you knew it was meant for you. It was a close-up of his face in color. His sunglasses were off, his gray eyes on full display. The pad of his thumb was pressed to his lips.

You smiled, he was thinking of you too. How simple this must look to someone else, he just stared at the camera and pressed his finger to his mouth. It was so much more. It was communication through album covers of all things.

Even more, he hadn’t found someone else. It was still just you. You wanted to push down the bright grin on your face, though you didn’t. You let yourself smile and stare into his eyes. It was just a photo but it still had a similar effect on you. You couldn’t feel cold wood floors or the lake lapping at your chin but you felt the need to stare at the record until your eyes shriveled up. You headed straight for the checkout, knowing you were going to play this record on repeat for the next week. 

You glanced over your shoulder constantly, as if Regulus would just appear next to you. You lingered around the public like maybe he was in town just hadn’t seen you yet.  You started collecting the things that made you think of him. A random rock that you thought he might enjoy, sat on your bookshelf next to a jar he could put coins in or guitar picks or fucking trash, you didn’t care just as long as he knew it was from you.

You started to kick yourself over giving him nothing except your saliva. You wanted him next to you now not in another month. You already waited a month from your album release to know if he was even reciprocating after all this time. 

Of course no matter the emotional torment you were going through, your management set up a tour for you. It was a month long and you were traveling all over the U.S.

At first you were peeved. How could they set this up at a time like this? It was like your teachers told you, if you get lost on field trips stay where you are and they’ll find you. If you left this stupid state, how would he find you?

Then you thought of the opportunities this gave you. Imagine how many stages you’d stand on, how many mics you’d have to call his name into, and your upcoming location would be spread like fire. He could easily show up to a performance and find you that way, simple. You agreed and began planning exactly how you’d find your long-lost lust love. 

Each stage gave you a new memory, a new smile, and a burst of confidence. You played your songs, sang your lyrics, and moved onto the next stage. You loved it. Every second of it felt like you were in the clouds. It was hard staying on the road for so long but you saw so many fans and experienced many things you thought you never would. Every day was new and filled with experiences.

During your last performance of the tour, you decided to pull out your secret move. As the claps for your last song died down you leaned towards the mic, plucking out a simple tune to keep the crowd occupied. 

“This is the last song, of the last tour night-“ The crowd burst into whines, making you chuckle. 

“Yes, I know. I know. But! Fear not my lovelies, this is a special night. I know my management is going to chew me out for this one but this is important. A few months ago, at the music festival- I’m sure you all remember the music festival-“ The crowd shouted out agreement. You nodded. 

“-Thought so, well I met this guy and now I can’t find him. We’ve been searching for each other for a while now. I hoped he’d catch up to me on the tour, and meet me backstage, but he didn’t. That’s alright there’s still tonight, no? I’m looking for my friend, his name is Regulus, you may know him.” The crowd cheered, recognizing his name. Probably another one of their favorite artists. You hummed, stepping away from the microphone to laugh. 

“Yes, I thought so. If you’re listening to this Regulus, I am looking for you. I think we will find each other. If you happen to know Regulus personally, I’d love to speak to you. This song wasn’t on my last album. I wrote it just this month while on the road. I think I’ll sing it for you.” You paused in your plucking readying yourself to play your newest song. 

You sang of the black-haired gray-eyed man on a motorcycle. His guitar case, the feeling of his eyes, the taste of his lips, the smell of his cigarette, the search for one last kiss, and the image of him still plaguing your mind.  You sighed as you finished the song, finally letting your hands rest. You stared out into the crowd as they clapped, hoping you could see through the glare of the spotlight and catch Regulus’ eyes. You said your goodbyes and headed behind the curtain.

You packed up your belongings taking them out to the back of the building. Your team was helping you load back into your car as well as loading their things into their van. A bodyguard was perched outside around the corner. You already had multiple people try to sneak a secret meet-up with you. You were considering asking your management for a second bodyguard at this point. 

You set your guitar case into your trunk, leaving it open for your team to add whatever they need. Your manager stepped out into the back with you, scolding you for the impromptu set list change. You tried to listen you really did, but you heard someone arguing with the bodyguard. Obviously, if someone is arguing with your protection you probably shouldn’t head towards that sound. So you did, like a very smart and mature person. Your manager scoffed at your departure, smacking his head with his set of papers. 

“I’ll be right back, I have to check something.” You yelled back to your manager, jogging to reach your bodyguard in time. You didn’t want him to scare this person away, just in case. 

“Give me ten minutes.” The mysterious voice said. You saw your bodyguard shake his head. His silhouette covered the person’s body entirely, giving you essentially nothing to work with.

“No can do bud. I don’t see your name on the list.” Your bodyguard said. The person scoffed, their hands shooting out over the side of the silhouette of your rather massive bodyguard now that you’re thinking about it. 

“What list! Give me not even two minutes, I just need to see them. They’ll verify who I am.” You paused in your steps, the voice finally ringing in your head. You knew that person. You rushed forward, running even. You pushed your bodyguard’s arm out of the way. There he was in all his glory. 

Regulus. Your Regulus, if you did say so yourself. The street light caught in his hair, giving his head a halo. Or maybe that just came naturally to him. His sunglasses were on, which you thought was a little strange since it was night. It might’ve been to make his face slightly less recognizable. The crowd did seem quite excited when you mentioned his name. Your lips twinged, glancing down at his. You hoped they tasted the same as they had five months ago. Your bodyguard’s arm moved forward, pushing you back behind him. 

“I know him! I know him! He’s my friend, please!” You shouted as he tried to shove you back. His arm stalled, catching up with what you said. You shot forward, dipping under his arm. You stumbled into Regulus, accidentally making him take a step back into the middle of the sidewalk. You latched onto Regulus, gripping onto the sleeves of his shirt. He held onto your elbows, watching you intently. You didn’t bother fighting the smile on your face. 

“Hi.” You whispered. Regulus’ hand shot up, whipping his sunglasses off. He hooked them into the front of your shirt, before returning his hand to your elbow. 

“Hi,” Regulus muttered, smiling more than you’ve ever seen from him. “I thought you believed in fate, what’s the announcement for?” Regulus asked, leaning closer to your face. You shrugged. 

“Fate was taking too long. I was starting to worry a goblin might’ve stolen those precious eyes of yours. Hadn’t seen them in so long.” You responded, reaching up to cup his face and drag your thumbs under his eyes. Regulus snorted, tilting his head to the side. 

“My friend, Pandora, would love you. I missed you plenty, I told the wind of it and something else poetic.” Regulus said, finally pushing forward to press his lips to yours. You remembered Regulus’ ferocity with the second kiss and his tentativeness with the first but this was something new. It seemed you couldn’t experience any kiss with him the same. 

It was slow yet knowing. He had memorized your lips, picturing them every night. Your last kiss felt rushed with the knowledge that you wouldn’t see him for a very long time simmering in the back of your mind.

This one Regulus is dragging his lips against yours, tilting his head up to break the kiss for a breath. He kisses the corner of your mouth before capturing your lips between his again. You hummed, digging your fingers into his shirt and tugging him forward. His body pressed against yours and you were finally thankful for being able to feel it finally. You cursed his guitar and your car for stopping you from feeling this earlier.

You hated to acknowledge the guttural sound that came from your throat sparked by his hips knocking into yours. You hated the smile pulling your lips from his even more. Regulus took the opportunity to break the kiss and catch his breath. You grinned at him.

Regulus felt an eerie sense of deja vu wash over him, the same grin that reached your face when he asked you what you thought of his music was in front of him again. You released your grip on his shirt, instead dropping it to the waistband of his pants. You kept your eyes on his face as you slipped your hand under the hem of his shirt, splaying it against his stomach. Regulus let in a quick breath, reeling away from you and gripping your hand by your wrist. Regulus set your hand on his shoulder instead. 

“We’re in public! On the sidewalk, no less!” Regulus urgently muttered to you. Knocking his nose against your hairline to whisper in your ear. You shrugged, turning your head to face his. 

“I have a car.” You whispered back, still grinning wildly. Regulus’ lips were turned up but his cheeks were burning brightly. You hummed in question, leaning forward to lick at his lips. Regulus grimaced drawing away from your face. 

“You’re so gross, take me back to your hotel room?” Regulus said, wiping at his mouth the back of his hand. You nodded, taking a step back from him. Regulus shook his head and dragged you back against him. He pecked your lips. He opened his mouth just as a voice yelled from behind him. 

“Regulus! Arcturus! Black!” You raised your brow at that, stepping away from Regulus to stand next to him. Regulus spun around, leather jacket swirling around him. A man with long black curls bouncing around his shoulders was running towards you both. A second man was slowly walking behind him, a cane in one hand and a messager bag slung over his shoulder. A sweater was thrown over his forearm, holding it to his body to make sure it didn't fall to the ground. The first man was in a cropped shirt with your name on it, dangling gold earrings, leather pants, huge black boots, and the angriest face you thought you’d ever seen. The first man pointed his finger at Regulus, only to be scooped off the ground by your bodyguard. 

“That’s my brother,” Regulus told your guard. The guard looked over his shoulder to you, asking for your approval. You nodded. Your guard set the man down on his feet. The man huffed and straightened his shirt before looking back at Regulus. 

“How dare you steal my motorcycle!” The man said, nostrils flaring and eyes wide. Regulus seemed unfazed by the man's dramatic anger, rolling his eyes. 

“I did not steal it, Sirius. I asked to borrow it. You said yes. I borrowed it.” Regulus said, crossing his arms over his chest. Sirius snarled his teeth. 

“I thought it was for a supermarket trip not for seven months! You know Lady has needs, she’s a princess she can’t be drug around all Willy-nilly like some Subaru!” Sirius yelled, pointing his finger at Regulus’ face again. Regulus reached forward and knocked Sirius’ finger away like a gnat. The second man had finally reached the group, leaning on his cane and standing next to Sirius. He gave you an awkward smile as Sirius continued to yell at Regulus. 

“And is that-“ He lunged forward and gripped the lapel of Regulus’ leather jacket, staring into Regulus’ eyes. ”Is this my jacket?” Sirius asked. Regulus hummed and pushed Sirius off of him. 

”Borrowed that too.” Regulus shrugged, a small proud smile greeting his face. Sirius seethed, clenching his jaw and shoving Regulus by the lapel of his Sirius leather jacket. The second man reached out and held onto Sirius’ shoulder. Sirius’ anger slipped from his body, his shoulders relaxing. Regulus leaned into your ear and whispered the second man’s name. You hummed and nodded. Sirius looked up, meeting your eyes. 

“Hi! It’s really nice to meet you, I’m a really big fan. I listen to your record all the time.” Sirius said. You smiled brightly. You reached forward and shook his hand. 

“It’s nice to meet you too, Sirius.” it really was nice meeting him, you liked meeting fans but around the 120th photo signed you felt numb and wanted to rip your eyes out. You didn’t do meetups quite frequently. Sirius looked giddy shaking your hand. He looked back to Regulus. 

“My dear brother, why didn’t you bother telling me you were friends with my favorite singer?” Sirius asked, a bittersweet smile on his face. Regulus pulled in a breath, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. 

“I was… searching for them for the last five months. I didn’t do much sharing. I stayed in their state and started working my way through the big cities. I started looking in the surrounding states, maybe you visited or something. Then I looked in the little towns- anyway the point is, I didn’t exactly think of it. I’m sorry I didn’t give Lady back. I was planning on only borrowing her for the festival but that…” Regulus looked to you, the old memory of the festival washing over him again. “started something new. I’ll talk to you returning Lady and going home tomorrow, maybe. I would like to catch up with my lover first.” Regulus said, looking back to Sirius. Your head snapped to Regulus. 

“Lover?” You whispered. 

“Lover!” Sirius said, shocked. Regulus turned his head to look at you. 

“Is that alright?” Regulus whispered to you. You hated how easy it was for him to make you smile, or maybe it just showed how much of him you liked. You nodded. 

“Yes, it’s alright.” You responded, feeling bashful. You turned your head away from him, looking at the wall instead. 

“Oh, this is just foul. I’m your older brother and you can’t even give me the decency of telling me you’re on a journey to find some long-lost lover like you fell in love at first sight or some shit. At least inform me, send me a letter or a postcard!” Sirius said, gesturing to himself as he stabbed in the heart. Regulus sighed. You frowned. 

“You know, Sirius, I had this idea for this tour: I thought I might put together a collection of my songs and clothing, trinkets, a book of my unfinished songs, and a lot of other things. My manager sent me a prototype bag, I didn’t really like it all that much. I just felt like it wasn’t really worth all the trouble fans would have to go through to get it. However, I do still have the prototype so I could give it to you and you’d have exclusive items. They’d be the only ones any of my fans have. If that makes you feel any better about this whole thing.” You said, watching the frustration slip from Sirius’ face. Sirius stayed silent, staring dead at you. His jaw was slack, eyes wide. You worried he’d start salivating. Remus reached forward and rubbed Sirius’ back. 

“Love, you will have to answer them at some point,” Remus said, snapping Sirius out of it. Sirius stood up straight and closed his mouth. He shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

“Yeah, I mean that would be cool. I guess if you’re into that kind of thing.” Sirius kicked a nearby rock, looking around like he was nonchalant. Like he wasn’t wearing your name on his chest right now. 

“I’ll give it to Regulus, to give to you.” You slipped your arm through Regulus, interlocking your elbows. Regulus hummed, his hand gently brushing your arm.

“We do have plans though, so we need to start heading out.” You whispered. Regulus let out a huff of air through his nose. Sirius nodded. 

“We should have lunch together tomorrow, Remus has this nerd convention thing after tomorrow so we’re staying in town for the weekend.” Sirius glanced over his shoulder at Remus. 

“It’s a classic literature convention, not a nerd thing.” Remus corrected from behind Sirius, sounding particularly dejected.  You cooed, feeling bad for him. Sirius looked over his shoulder, blowing Remus a kiss. Remus lifted his cane, pressing it into Sirius’ hip and pushing him a few inches away. Remus returned his cane to the sidewalk, rolling his eyes and looking at you. 

“This family is a bit dramatic so be prepared to want to punch them sometimes. They think they’re really funny. Assholes.” Remus muttered, throwing the sweater in his arms at Sirius. Sirius caught it, grimacing at Remus. Regulus huffed, pulling away from you. 

“Catch you guys later. I have somewhere to attend.” Regulus said. His arm stuck out, plucking his glasses from your shirt and pushing them onto his face. You waved goodbye to the strange couple and led Regulus back to your car. You hoped your hotel room had thick walls, you weren’t letting this man out of your bed until you felt your souls intertwine. 

[delusional-4-fake-people]

Can you make a story when the little sister like 4-5 years old sneaks down to the kitchen to drink Pepsi then Chris catches her but instead of getting mad at her they just drink Pepsi together all night long? I love your story’s btw!!🎀🎀🎀💗💗💗

awww thank uuuu

“Midnight Pepsi Party”

Chris sturniolo x sister

The Sturniolo house was quiet, everyone fast asleep—except for one tiny, mischievous little girl.

Four-year-old Y/N tiptoed down the stairs, her favorite fuzzy socks making her nearly silent. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be awake, but she really wanted a Pepsi. Chris always had them in the fridge, and she figured… if she was fast enough, maybe no one would notice.

She reached the kitchen, standing on her tiptoes as she yanked the fridge door open. The cool air brushed against her face as she spotted the familiar blue can. “Gotcha,” she whispered, grabbing one.

But just as she fumbled with the tab, a voice broke the silence—

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Y/N froze.

Slowly turning her head, she saw Chris standing in the doorway, arms crossed, looking both amused and slightly suspicious.

Her eyes went wide like a deer caught in headlights. “N-nothing…” she squeaked, hiding the Pepsi behind her back.

Chris raised an eyebrow. “Really? ‘Cause it looks like you’re stealing my Pepsi.”

She pouted, clutching the can tighter. “I just wan’ a little sip…”

Chris sighed dramatically, walking over. “Y’know, you’re not really supposed to have soda at night.”

Y/N frowned, shoulders slumping. “Oh…”

He let her sit in disappointment for a second before suddenly snatching another can from the fridge and popping it open. “Good thing I’m a bad influence,” he whispered with a grin, handing her the one she grabbed.

Her face lit up. “Really?! We can drink it together?”

Chris plopped onto the floor, patting the spot next to him. “Only if you promise to tell no one.”

Y/N giggled and sat beside him, holding the can with both hands. “Pinky promise.”

They clinked their Pepsi cans together like it was some kind of secret toast, then took big sips at the same time. The fizziness made Y/N scrunch up her nose, but she loved it. “It tickles my tongue!” she giggled.

Chris laughed. “That’s how you know it’s good.”

For the next hour, they sat on the kitchen floor, drinking Pepsi and whispering about silly things—Y/N told Chris all about her dream where her Barbie went to space, and Chris told her about the time Nick tried to eat a super spicy pepper and cried.

Eventually, Y/N’s little head started drooping against Chris’s arm, her tiny yawns growing louder. “I’m sleepy…” she murmured.

Chris ruffled her hair. “Told you Pepsi wouldn’t help,” he teased, picking her up. “C’mon, let’s get you back to bed before someone catches us.”

As he carried her upstairs, Y/N sleepily whispered, “You’re my bestest brother.”

Chris grinned. “Don’t tell Matt and Nick.”

She giggled, already half asleep by the time he tucked her back in. That night, their little Pepsi party stayed a secret—just between the two of them.

[delusional-4-fake-people]

omg I ADORED what you did with observation!!

anyways, I have another request and it’s based off of a great movie (that just so happens to have mgg in it)

It’s reader’s first day at the BAU and while she’s taking the elevator she’s listening to music. Another person joins her in the elevator (Spencer) and he comments on her music taste saying he loves the artist she’s listening to. (eventually that interaction leads to more)

thank you so so much 🫶🏻!!

-B

music — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: nervous reader bc it's her first day a/n: HII B!!! i'm so so glad you liked observation <333 i sort of tried to copy the scene in the movie - also i used beethoven as the music, reader was listening to bc spencer mentioned once ( s5 i think ) that he liked his music ( i do too tbh ) - i hope you like this !!

The fluorescent lights of the FBI headquarters buzzed softly overhead as you stood in the lobby, waiting for the elevator. Your foot tapped nervously against the polished floor.

Today was your first day at the Behavioral Analysis Unit, and despite all your preparation, the nerves were getting the best of you.  

You glanced at your reflection in the shiny elevator doors—your outfit was professional, your hair was neatly styled, and your badge was clipped securely to your belt. But your nerves were still getting the best of you.

You reached into your bag and pulled out your headphones, slipping them over your ears.

As soon as you hit play, the opening notes of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata filled your ears. The soft, melancholic melody was like a balm to your nerves.

Your foot slowed its tapping, gradually falling into sync with the rhythm of the music. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting the music wash over you. 

The soft ding of the elevator arriving pulled you from your thoughts. You opened your eyes just as the doors slid open.

You stepped inside, pressing the button for the floor of the BAU. As the doors began to close, a hand shot out, stopping them.

You looked up to see a tall man stepping into the elevator with you. His dark hair was a little messy , his tie slightly askew, and he carried a worn leather satchel slung over one shoulder.

Your eyes met for a brief moment, and he offered you a small, polite smile. You returned it, though you were sure yours looked more nervous than friendly. He stood beside you, his hands clasped in front of him, and the elevator doors closed with a soft whoosh. 

He glanced at you from the side, his hazel eyes curious. You caught his gaze and smiled awkwardly, unsure of what to say.

He opened his mouth to speak, and you saw his lips move, but the sound was muffled by the music still playing in your headphones. Quickly, you pulled them off, letting them rest around your neck. 

“Sorry?” you asked, your voice soft as you smiled at him apologetically. 

“I said I enjoy Beethoven too,” Spencer repeated, his voice slightly higher than before, as if he wasn’t entirely comfortable initiating conversation. He adjusted the strap of his satchel bag, his fingers fidgeting nervously. 

“Really?” you asked, your interest piqued as you turned to face him more fully. “Not a lot of people I know listen to classical music.” 

“Yeah,” he nodded, meeting your eyes briefly before looking away again. “It’s… complex. I like that. It gives my brain something to focus on.” 

You smiled. “Same here. It calms me down,” you admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Especially on days like today. It’s actually my first day.” 

Before Spencer could respond, a loud ding echoed through the elevator, signaling that you’d reached your floor.  

The doors slid open, and the two of you stepped out into the hallway. You paused in front of the elevator, the doors closing behind you as you turned to face him. 

“Oh, really? What department?” Spencer asked, his tone curious as he shifted his satchel strap on his shoulder. 

“The BAU,” you replied, meeting his hazel eyes again. You couldn’t help but notice how they seemed to light up at your answer. 

“The BAU?” he repeated, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “That’s… that’s my department too.” 

“Really?” you said, your eyes widening in surprise. “What are the odds?” 

Spencer chuckled softly, his nervousness seeming to ease a little. “Yeah, I guess it’s a small world. Or, uh, a small building, at least.” He paused, then added, “I can show you around, if you’d like. The BAU can be a little overwhelming on your first day.” 

You felt a wave of relief wash over you. “That would be amazing,” you said, your smile widening. “I was kind of dreading trying to figure everything out on my own.” 

“It’s no problem,” Spencer said, his voice warm. “I remember my first day. I was… well, let’s just say it wasn’t exactly perfect.” 

You laughed softly, feeling less nervous than you did 5 minutes ago. “I find that hard to believe. You seem like you’ve got it all together.” 

He shook his head, a faint blush creeping up his neck. “Trust me, I didn’t. But you’ll be fine. The team’s great. They’ll make you feel at home.” 

As the two of you walked down the hallway together, Spencer began pointing out different rooms and explaining their purposes. His voice was calm and gentle, and you found yourself hanging onto his every word.

“This is the bullpen,” he said, gesturing to the open area filled with desks and computers. “It’s where we do most of our work. Hotch—our unit chief—has his office over there, and the conference room is just down the hall.” 

You nodded, taking it all in. “It’s… bigger than I expected,” you admitted, feeling a little overwhelmed by the sheer size of the space. 

“It can feel that way at first,” Spencer said, his tone reassuring. “But you’ll get used to it. And like I said, the team’s great. They’ll help you settle in.” 

You smiled, feeling a little more at ease. “Thank you. I really appreciate this.” 

He returned your smile, his eyes softening. “Anytime. Welcome to the BAU.” 

[delusional-4-fake-people]

Hi!!

I’m back with another request because I loved the last one (thank you btw)

Essentially Reader and Spencer are in a secret relationship due to the fact they both work for the BAU. However, someone in the BAU (I don’t really mind who) notices that Spencer starts doing things for Reader that he didn’t do before (carrying around her favourite candies or helping her with her go bag). That person proceeds to try and get a confession out of the two of them/ confront them

hopefully that makes sense, and I apologize if it doesn’t.

Thanks!! 🫶🏻

-B

observation — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: nothing i think ? a/n: hii B !! thank you for your request <33 I had so much fun writing this i love penelope so much

“Thank you,” you said with a warm smile as you took the coffee from Spencer’s outstretched hand, fingers brushing briefly against his. He had remembered exactly how you liked it, down to the smallest detail, just as he always did. Your gaze flickered down to the other item in his grasp—a familiar, perfectly frosted donut from your favorite bakery. You accepted it with a grateful hum.

“You’re an angel,” you sighed contentedly, sinking your teeth into the soft pastry.

He didn’t say anything at first, just offered you that small, knowing smile, the one that made your chest feel a little lighter. His hazel eyes lingered on you for a second longer than necessary before he gave a slight nod and turned back toward his desk. 

Across the bullpen, Penelope Garcia perched on the edge of Derek Morgan’s desk, idly twirling a pen between her fingers.

She hadn’t been paying much attention at first—her mind had been occupied with whatever conversation she and Derek had been having—but something about the moment between you and Spencer made her pause. 

It wasn’t unusual for Spencer to do kind things for you; in fact, it had almost become routine. But there was something different this time. Something in the way he looked at you, the way your eyes met his in that brief exchange.

It was subtle—maybe too subtle for most people to notice—but Penelope was observant. And she knew a meaningful glance when she saw one. 

Narrowing her eyes, she tilted her head slightly, watching as Spencer settled back at his desk, his posture a little too relaxed, his focus not entirely on the file in front of him. Then she looked back at you—still happily munching on your donut, a barely-there smile lingering on your lips. 

Oh. 

Oh. 

Penelope’s eyes widened slightly as realization dawned, but just as quickly as the thought entered her mind, she shook her head, pushing it aside. Maybe she was imagining things. Maybe she was reading too much into it. 

Still… she made a mental note to keep an eye on the two of you.

Just in case. 

For now, she turned back to Derek, who was watching her with an amused smirk. 

“Something on your mind, Baby Girl?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Penelope pursed her lips, stealing one last glance at you and Spencer before turning back to Derek with a dramatic sigh. 

“Oh, nothing,” she mused. “Just… observing.” 

Derek chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s never just ‘nothing’ with you.” 

Penelope only smirked in response, filing her suspicions away for later. 

The next time Penelope’s curiosity was piqued was when the entire BAU team was making their way to the jet. It wasn’t often that she had to join them on cases, but when her technical expertise was needed in the field, she had no choice but to trade her cozy tech lair for the fast-paced world of profiling. 

As she strolled alongside Derek, chattering about the latest tech upgrades she wanted for her office, something caught her attention. 

Spencer. 

More specifically, Spencer carrying your go-bag. 

Her eyebrows lifted as she watched him adjust the strap over his shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. You walked beside him, laughing softly at something he had said. He was smiling, too—not the awkward, barely-there smile ,but the warm, comfortable kind. 

Huh. 

Penelope’s eyes narrowed slightly behind her glasses. Her eyes were locked on the two of you as you boarded the jet.

And that’s when she nearly lost it. 

Because, oh. Oh. 

You sat down next to Spencer—nothing unusual about that—but the way you did it made her jaw nearly hit the floor. 

Legs touching. No space. At all. 

Not even the usual “oh, it’s a tight fit” kind of situation—there was plenty of room on the jet. But you? You had chosen to sit so close that if one of you so much as moved an inch, you'd basically be in each other’s laps. 

Penelope turned her head slowly, as if to make sure she wasn’t the only one seeing this. But the rest of the team didn’t seem to think anything of it. Emily was already flipping through the case file, Rossi was drinking his coffee, and Hotch, well—Hotch probably knew but was choosing not to acknowledge it. 

She turned back just in time to see Spencer shift slightly, angling his body toward you as he mumbled something. You responded with a soft chuckle, nudging his arm playfully. 

That was it. 

That was the moment Penelope Garcia officially entered investigation mode. 

“Oh, this is interesting,” she murmured to herself, a slow grin spreading across her face. 

Derek, who had been about to sit down, paused mid-motion. “What’s interesting?” 

Penelope shook her head, plastering on her most innocent expression. “Oh, nothing at all, my delicious chocolate thunder,” she cooed, reaching over to pat his cheek. 

Derek rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay. I know that look, sweetheart. Spill.” 

But Penelope just hummed, settling into her seat with a knowing smirk. 

Oh, she was going to figure this out. 

And when she did? 

Oh, you and Spencer were never going to hear the end of it. 

The next time something happened was a couple days later.

Penelope had seen a lot of things in her time at the BAU—gruesome crime scenes, mind-bending mysteries, and things that made her want to bleach her brain—but this? 

This was something else entirely. 

She had suspicions, of course. She wasn’t the team’s resident gossip queen for nothing. She noticed the little things—the way Spencer always seemed to hover a little too close to you and the way you looked at him like he personally hung the stars.

But this? This was undeniable. 

Garcia had just stepped out of her office, stretching after a long day of staring at computer screens, when she spotted you and Spencer waiting by the elevator. At first, she didn’t think much of it—just two coworkers leaving at the same time. Normal. Totally fine. 

And then she saw it. 

Spencer’s hand. 

On your lower back. 

The casual intimacy of it made her stop in her tracks.

And just when she thought she couldn’t possibly be more stunned—he leaned in and kissed your temple. 

Kissed. Your. Temple. 

Before she could even react, the elevator doors slid open, and you both stepped inside, completely oblivious to the fact that Penelope Garcia had just witnessed the biggest secret of the year. 

She stood frozen in the hallway, her mouth slightly open, her mind racing. 

No. No, no, no. She had to be hallucinating. Maybe she had spent too much time staring at screens and was now seeing things. Maybe someone had slipped something into her coffee. 

But no. This was real. 

Her hands flew to her mouth, suppressing the squeal threatening to burst out of her. 

“Oh. My. God,” she whispered to herself, eyes wide with a mix of shock and happiness. 

The entire night, Penelope tossed and turned in bed, her mind racing with one singular thought—How did you and Spencer hide this for so long? 

She prided herself on knowing everything about her team. Not just their work habits, but their favorite coffee orders, their comfort movies, even the ridiculous little quirks that made them who they were.

But somehow, somehow, she had completely missed the fact that Spencer Reid had been in a secret relationship with you—for who knows how long. 

It was unacceptable. 

So, instead of getting a good night’s sleep, she lay awake, replaying every interaction, every inside joke, every moment she had brushed off as just “friendship.”

And now? Now it all made sense. 

By the time morning came, she had given up entirely on rest and got to work earlier than anyone—which, for her, was unheard of. 

Hotch had to do a double-take when he walked into the bullpen, his brows lifting slightly at the sight of Garcia standing there, arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently against the floor. 

He debated asking. 

Then decided, Nope. Not his business. 

With a subtle shake of his head, he continued toward his office. 

Garcia, meanwhile, was waiting like a hunter tracking its prey. She was ready. The moment you and Spencer stepped foot into the bullpen, looking far too relaxed for people harboring a massive secret, she pounced. 

“Finally!” she exclaimed, her voice cutting through the quiet morning air. 

Both you and Spencer froze mid-step, your expressions instantly shifting into matching looks of confusion. 

“Uh… good morning to you too, Pen?” you said hesitantly, giving her a small smile. 

You walked toward your desk—right across from Spencer’s—placing your bag down and shrugging off your jacket. But before you could settle in, Penelope cut in with a pointed, “You two. We need to have a talk.” 

Spencer blinked. “About what?” 

She scoffed, throwing her arms up. “Oh, don’t play dumb with me, Doctor Reid.” She turned to you. “And you! I expect this kind of top-secret, under-the-radar stealth mode from him, but you? I thought we were closer than that!” 

You blinked, completely lost. “Penelope, we have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

Penelope scoffed again, crossing her arms as she glared at the two of you. “I’m so mad at you,” she huffed. 

“Why?” Spencer asked immediately, concern lacing his voice. His brows furrowed as he glanced between you and Garcia.

Penelope’s glare deepened. “Why? Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you two have been sneaking around behind my back for—who knows how long?! And I had to find out on my own?” 

You felt heat creep up your neck. “We weren’t sneaking—” 

“Oh, please,” she cut you off, waving her hand. “I saw him kiss your temple last night at the elevator! I’ve seen the way you two look at each other, all googly-eyed and disgustingly adorable—and yet, nobody told me? Your best friend?” 

You and Spencer exchanged a look, and even without speaking, you knew you were both thinking the same thing. 

Busted. 

You sighed, rubbing your arm. “Okay, yeah… we’re together.” 

Penelope gasped, clutching her chest dramatically. “I knew it!” 

Spencer cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable with all the attention. “But—Garcia, please don’t tell anyone,” he said quickly, adjusting his bag strap. 

Garcia’s mouth fell open in offense. “Excuse me?” 

“Please,” you added, stepping forward with a pleading look. “We just… we wanted to keep it private for now. It’s not that we didn’t want to tell you, we just—we weren’t ready for everyone to know yet.” 

Penelope stared at you both for a long moment, lips pursed, clearly debating whether to accept this explanation or not. 

Then, finally, with a dramatic sigh, she rolled her eyes. “Fine. I won’t tell anyone.” 

Spencer let out a relieved breath, and you smiled gratefully. “Thank you.” 

“But,” she added sharply, pointing a finger between the two of you, “I expect to be the first one to know when you are ready to go public. I want details, I want stories, I want all the romantic fluff I was robbed of for���how long?” 

You bit your lip. “…Almost a year.” 

Her jaw dropped. “A Year?!” 

You winced. “Uh… surprise?” 

Garcia groaned, throwing her head back. “I cannot believe I missed an entire year of cuteness. This is a disaster.” 

Spencer shifted awkwardly. “Well, statistically speaking, keeping a secret this long in a workplace environment is actually quite rare—” 

“Oh, don’t you dare start throwing statistics at me, Doctor Love,” Garcia interrupted, narrowing her eyes. Then, her face softened as she let out a dramatic sigh. “Ugh, you two are so lucky I love you.” 

You grinned. “We really are.” 

Garcia huffed but smiled anyway. “Now go, before I change my mind and announce it to everyone.” 

You and Spencer didn’t need to be told twice. With one last grateful look at her, you turned to head toward your desks, your shoulders brushing as you walked. 

Garcia watched you go, shaking her head with an affectionate smile.

[delusional-4-fake-people]

could you do a fic where 3 year old sister clearly has a favorite and it’s matt, ps i love your sister series 🤍

yes, and sorry for not getting to you sooner. I’m actually at the very bottom of my inbox. I have like around 60. so I’m trying to do these all so very sorry I couldn’t get to you.



“Matty’s Little Shadow”

Sturniolos x sister

The sun streamed through the windows of the Sturniolo family’s living room, casting a warm glow on the floor. The sounds of laughter and playful shouts filled the air as Chris, Nick, and their three-year-old sister, Y/N, played with her toys. The boys were trying to film a TikTok, but Y/N had other ideas in mind.

“Matty, come play with me!” she called, her voice sweet and demanding as she tugged on Mat’s sleeve.

“Just a sec, Y/N! We’re almost done here,” Matt replied, trying to balance his attention between the video and his little sister.

But Y/N was persistent. She let out a dramatic huff, crossing her arms. “No! I want Matty! Come on!” She pouted, clearly upset that her favorite brother wasn’t giving her his full attention.

“Okay, okay! Just give me a minute!” Matt laughed, shooting Chris and Nick an apologetic look.

As soon as he finished recording, he turned to Y/N. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got for me!”

Her face lit up like a Christmas tree, and she grabbed his hand, dragging him over to her colorful play area. “Look! I made a castle!”

“Wow, that’s amazing!” Matt knelt beside her, genuinely impressed. He leaned in to inspect her creation, and Y/N beamed with pride.

Chris and Nick exchanged glances, both bemused and slightly jealous. “You know, she didn’t look at any of us when we were playing,” Nick said, nudging Chris. “I think she’s officially a Matty girl.”

“Tell me about it,” Chris replied, rolling his eyes playfully. “I’ve been trying to get her to play with me all day.”

Matt grinned, unfazed by the teasing. “What can I say? I’m just the best!”

As they continued to play, Y/N followed Matt around like a shadow, giggling and insisting he help her with every little thing. Whether it was stacking blocks or pretending to have a tea party, she wanted Mat’s undivided attention.

“Can we have a picnic?” Y/N asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“A picnic sounds fun! Let’s grab some snacks!” Matt said, rising to his feet.

Chris and Nick, feeling a bit left out, decided to join in. “Can we come too?” Chris asked, smirking.

Y/N frowned, placing her hands on her hips. “No! Just Matty!”

“Come on, don’t be like that!” Nick said, feigning disappointment. “I make the best sandwiches!”

“Y/N, it’s okay to let us join, right?” Chris added, trying to negotiate.

Y/N shook her head vigorously. “No! Matty’s my best friend!”

Matt chuckled, feeling a mix of pride and amusement. “You can have more than one best friend, you know. You can have all of us!”

“Okay, but I still want Matty to help me,” Y/N replied, climbing onto the couch and pulling out a small blanket.

The boys watched as Matt set up a makeshift picnic, spreading out the blanket and laying out snacks. Y/N was in her element, and her joy was infectious. As they munched on snacks, the laughter and chatter filled the room, and the triplets couldn’t help but feel grateful for these moments.

As the afternoon wore on, Matt leaned back against the couch, Y/N resting her head on his shoulder, blissfully content. “You know, I really love spending time with you, Y/N,” he said softly.

“I love you, Matty!” she exclaimed, her tiny voice full of affection.

Chris and Nick exchanged glances again, their hearts melting at the scene. They knew Mat would always hold a special place in Y/N’s heart, but they also felt the warmth of being part of her world.

In that moment, surrounded by laughter, snacks, and love, they were all just siblings—no matter who Y/N’s favorite was. And as the sun began to set, the Sturniolo family continued their playful antics, each moment cherished and remembered, the bond between them growing stronger with every passing day.

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Crossword Masters

Summary: On their way back from closing a case, Spencer realises he had finished his crossword book. Only to look over the shoulder of BAU member Y/N, and see her playing a crossword game.

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After finally closing a case that took a week in Washington, the BAU were finally on the jet and were making their way back to Quantico.

Hotch was looking over his paperwork, Rossi was reading a book, Morgan had challenged Alex to a game of Poker (with gummy worms being their currency) the pair had encouraged JJ to join. Spencer was finishing his crossword, as Y/N fiddled with her phone.

Y/N had joined the team three months after the sudden death of Spencer's girlfriend Maeve, she was used to Spencer being a little bit standoffish (Alex mentioned it was something to do with her hair or some kind of facial feature she inherited from her parents).

Spencer flipped the page after he finished yet another crossword (it was something he had picked up in the past month in order to quieten his mind).

Instead of being greeted by another crossword, he met the end page and back cover of his book. Damn, it had taken him just under a week to finish this book.

He put the book down on the table and looked over at what the rest of the team was doing. Which is when he noticed the game Y/N was playing.

A crossword game.

He kept watching her as she set letters on a board, Spencer couldn't help but watch her game as points were added and deducted from her final score. How her 'opponent' must be some kind of artificial intelligence, as she completed her game with a score of 120 points to the 'opponent's 66. Spencer watched as she moved onto the next crossword she had to complete in order to unveil some kind of picture that was locked away.

Spencer looked at the crossword over her shoulder, seeing words form in front of him. Much like everything, he couldn't keep a hold of his tongue. "Sues."

Alex glanced over her shoulder at Spencer. She was getting used to Spencer. Y/N looked over at him, raising a single eyebrow and taking an earbud out of her ear. The sound of a pop hit could faintly be heard. "I'm sorry?"

That was one thing about Y/N. She was unbelievably polite. In some aspects, she could put both the British and the Canadians to shame!

Spencer points at her screen. "Indicts. Four letters, it's sues."

Y/N looked down at her phone, which showed she currently has two As, a D, a S, and a C. "Thank you, Reid."

As Y/N progressed through the game, Spencer would sometimes blurt out words for her crossword. "Netting," was one, and "amass," was another.

The two letter word in the bottom corner was bugging him. Good night. How could there be a two letter word for good night.

There is one if you were a late teenager in the early 2000s. "GN, what does that mean?"

"It's text speak. Every teenager and young adult was texting like that in the 90s and early 2000s. You're looking at one of them," Y/N held her hands up in defence.

"I wasn't."

"That's because you're an old grandpa."

Spencer was only three years older than Y/N, but she would always call him a grandpa, especially when he had a full-fledged job and his second PhD underway when she was halfway through college.

Spencer rolls his eyes at Y/N. "There is no way anyone texted like that 10 years ago."

Y/N took that as a challenge, opening her text messages and starting an empty thread (so she doesn't send a random text to someone in her contacts).

Lol, omg wuz gr8 2 c u but gtg ttyl!!!

She turned her screen to face Spencer, and it looked like his brain just broke, simply looking at it. "What is that? Is that even English?"

Y/N burst out laughing. "JJ, can you explain this to Reid?"

JJ took Y/N's phone. Not even a second later. "Laugh out loud, oh my God, great to see you, but go to go, talk to you later," she quickly receited and passed the phone back to Y/N.

"What did he mean by that?"

"Texting was in its early stages in the 90s and early 2000s, so we found a way to adapt. You could only have 160 characters, so you got creative," Y/N tells Spencer. "I once had an ex-boyfriend when I was on Spring Break from College text me J4F and a question mark," Spencer's face was still confused. "Just for fun."

"Essentially, he was asking if I was up..." Y/N trailed off. Spencer blinked. "Sex, he asked if I was awake for sex."

Spencer's eyebrows raised. "That was dating?"

"That was just for hooking up. Dating was a disaster in the 2000s. And it still is now when I think about it..."

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Like Janet and Frank can get it

Lowkey high-key in love with Janet 😘

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In My Hometown

Summary: At a crime scene in Y/N's hometown, they learn the tale of her hometown's three (somewhat, definitely evil) crooks. Boggis, Bunce, and Bean. After solving the case, the BAU team gets to meet some important people in Y/N's life.

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Note: Boggis, Bunce and Bean are from Fantastic Mr. Fox by Roald Dahl - one of my favourites as a kid.

As Spencer looked over the map of the small Pennsylvania town, he spotted the three large farms on the outskirts. "Y/N, who lives here?" He points to the board. It would be quicker to ask Y/N than to look through a census. 

"That's Boggis," she points to one farm. "That's Bunce," she points to another. "And that's Bean," she points to the final farm.

"Weird names," Morgan says as he walks through the door with Emily in tow.

Emily shrugs her shoulder. "Weird town."

"Hey!" Y/N calls, looking over at Emily Prentiss. "I can say it, you can't. This town traumatised me, but hey. Who's hometown didn't?"

Morgan nods at her statement, along with Spencer.

"Who are these three farmers then?" Spencer asks. When they spoke about their childhood on their second date, she never mentioned these three people.

She was able to borrow a book from Spencer, which had been reading about her hometown. She opened the page to Walt Boggis. "This is Walt Boggis. He is a chicken farmer. Probably the most successful in the world. He weighs the same as a young rhinoceros," she starts, watching as JJ's eyes widen as she walks in with Hotch and the small town's police chief. "He eats three chickens a day for breakfast, lunch, supper, and dessert."

"That's twelve a day!" Emily exclaims.

"How do you know this?" Morgan asks.

Y/N shrugs her shoulders. "Everyone knows this," which was echoed by the police chief.

She turned a few pages over. "This is Nate Bunce. He is a duck and goose farmer. He is approximately the size of a pot-bellied pig, and his chin would be underwater in the shallow end of any swimming pool on the planet," she explains, looking down at a picture of the possibly the least scary of the three men. "His food is homemade doughnuts, with smashed-up goose livers injected into them."

She then turned to the final page. "Frank Bean is a turkey and apple farmer. He invented his own species of each," she says.

"Impressive," Derek comments.

"He lives on a liquid diet of strong alcoholic cider, which he makes from his apples," she shuts the book and looks at the team. "He's as skinny as a pencil, as smart as a whip, and possibly the scariest man currently living."

Spencer looked over his girlfriend's shoulder and flipped the book open to see the picture of Frank Bean. "Definitely terrifying, I don't think Morgan could beat him in a fight."

Morgan agreed, having seen the picture in the book of the man.

"Tell 'em about the rhyme you lot sing," the police chief says, with a growing smirk on his face.

Y/N pulls a face. "In my defence, I was taught it by my brother, who learned it from one of his school friends. You get the picture, school kids have been singing this for years?"

When the team understood, Y/N sighed and started singing. "Boggis, Bunce, and Bean. One fat, one short, one lean. These horrible crooks, so different in looks, but nonetheless equally mean."

As much as Y/N wanted it to, there was nothing to tie the three businessmen/farmers to the murders found in their fields/yards.

But considering how crappily they treat their employees, anyone was a suspect...

By the time 9 o'clock rolled around, Hotch sent everyone back to the hotel to get some sleep and hopefully be well rested in case a new body turned up tomorrow morning.

After Spencer and Y/N let their relationship be known to the team, they have been able to share a room every time they go out of state for a case (something Morgan is grateful for, now that he no longer has to share with the BAU resident genius who had a bad habit for reading until 2/3am...)

However, now that Spencer is rooming with Y/N - he makes sure he is in bed at a reasonable hour.

After closing the case, Y/N turned around to look at Hotch. "Is it okay if I go visit my parents before the plane arrives?" She asked, looking at the unit chief almost pleadingly (but everyone knew he would say yes; no one could really say no to Y/N).

"Of course, but take those four with you," Hotch counters, pointing at her four other teammates.

Y/N looked from the four to her boss just as she was about to counter-argue (which would be like arguing against a wall; Hotch was a prosecutor). She scrunched up her nose. "Fine," turning to look at her colleagues. "I'm going to see my parents, you four are coming with me."

"Embarrassing pictures of Y/N? Yes, please!" Derek exclaimed, instantly climbing into the passenger seat of the car.

Emily climbed in behind the driver's seat, leaving Y/N and Spencer outside the car. "You okay, Spence?" Other than JJ, Y/N was the only other person to call him 'Spence'.

"Hmm? Yeah, I'm fine," Spencer said, climbing in behind Derek. This would be the first time anyone in the team would be meeting your parents (having only heard your mom talk on the phone), but Spencer - would be meeting his girlfriend's parents for the first time. Sweet, kind Y/N. Who wears her heart on her sleeve and hates upsetting people. Apart from serial killers, she has managed to make two of them burst into tears since she started working with them 3 years ago.

Sweet, kind Y/N who Spencer couldn't help but love. Lovely Y/N who didn't know the extent of Spencer's feelings. After what happened to Maeve, Spencer never thought he would love again, doomed to spend the rest of his life alone, haunted by a ghost he saw a handful of times. But Y/N appeared out of nowhere and practically knocked him off his feet.

Not practically, literally. She had collided with him in a flutter of BAU papers on her first day after a meeting with Hotch.

Morgan had reached for the GPS, only for his hand to be swatted by Y/N. "You do realise I grew up in this town, right? I know this town like the back of my hand. I'm pretty sure I have it imprinted onto my eyelids."

Derek holds his hands up in defence. "OK, let's go meet the parents!"

As they drove through the little town, Y/N would often point out different spots and what had happened there. Her old elementary school. The old shopping mall building where a food fight had once broken out and the police had to be called after a meatball hit a young boy who had glass in. The slightly run-down theatre where she had her first kiss.

Y/N was so focused on the traffic and telling stories of her childhood her driving went into autopilot, and before they knew it, they had arrived at her childhood home.

"Impressive," JJ comments on her driving.

Y/N got out of the car and looked at the home she grew up in. The roof, where she had gotten stuck stargazing (more than once), her parent's bedroom window had seen a baseball fly through it during a long game in the middle of the street. The patch on the porch where her childhood dog used to sleep for hours on end.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a set of keys. Y/N found the one she wanted and unlocked the door, motioning her team behind her to please be quiet.

The entryway hadn't changed since she moved. Her mother's cherry red coat was hanging on a peg, and a slightly faded picture from her parent's wedding was sitting on the side table. She heard her mother call her father's name. She chuckled silently as she motioned for the team to come in. "It's me, mom!"

The sound of some kind of crockery hit the floor in the kitchen, and hurried footsteps made their way throughout the house. "Y/N! Oh, my baby girl!"

Y/N's mom wrapped her daughter and held her tightly to her chest. Spencer couldn't help but watch with a little bit of envy, how attentive and loving Y/N's mom is.

"Hi, mom!" Y/N's voice was a little bit muffled in her mother's shoulder. Once she was finally released, the newest member of the BAU turned around to look at her teammates. "Guys, this is my mom. Mom, this is Emily, JJ, Derek and Spencer."

Derek, Emily and JJ were all greeted with similar hugs until Derek spotted one of Y/N's baby pictures hanging on the wall. Leaving Spencer with his girlfriend and her mom.

"You must be Spencer then," her mother says somewhat slyly. Y/N's hushed 'Mom!' was ignored. "My daughter's told me everything about you."

Spencer feels his heart stop for a moment. Everything, everything?

"A literally genius, who can read a book in minutes and recite it back word for word. The resident genius on everything," her mom smiles.

Y/N could see the trio in the living room, who was looking at a picture of her parent's wedding day, so she hurried away to supervise them.

Leaving Spencer alone with his girlfriend's mom. "What do you mean when you say Y/N told you, everything?"

"Born and raised in Vegas, you were forced to grow up too quickly as you looked after your mom and jumped grades rapidly. Graduated high school when you were 12, three PhDs, the youngest person ever to join the BAU," Spencer flushed slightly. "And in love with my daughter."

Spencer looked up at her with wide eyes before he could say anything. "Don't try and lie to me, honey. The eyes never lie." Spencer dips his head to look at his shoes. "Now, come on. I have some more baby pictures to embarrass Y/N with."

Just as Y/N's mom was going to flip to a new page of Y/N's childhood, the front door opened. "Honey, I'm home," could be heard. This was obviously Y/N's dad.

Round the corner came... the police chief?

"Hi, honey," Y/N's mom greeted with a smile.

"Hi, dad."

Spencer looks between the police chief (who he now knows is Y/N's father) and his girlfriend. The similarities were uncanny - how he didn't pick it up when they first arrived, he'll never know.

"I'm sorry," Derek interrupts. "The chief of police is your father?"

Y/N nods. "He was the police chief when I was 17 and getting a driver's license. And he's still the police chief now."

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୨୧ CAUGHT IN THE ACT ✧ SPENCER REID

───── IN WHICH 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗍 !

𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖿!spencer 𝓍 𝒻! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 1.1𝖪 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 ♡ ⎯⎯ 𝖠𝖱𝖢𝖧𝒾𝖵𝖤

LUNCH BREAKS AT THE BAU were a rare occurrence, and peaceful ones were practically nonexistent.

so when spencer quietly asked you to join him in his car for a moment of privacy, you couldn’t possibly say no.

the bullpen was loud, filled with agents and cases to be discussed, and even the break room wasn’t safe from the work chatter.

now you were here, sitting in the passenger seat of spencer’s old, slightly cluttered car. his bag sat in the back, along with a few scattered books and the faint smell of coffee lingered in the air.

he sat beside you, legs awkwardly angled in the tight space, his knee brushing yours every so often as he shifted around nervously.

“this feels risky,” spencer mumbled, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his cardigan. his voice was a whisper as his eyes scanned around the parking lot, looking for any signs of movement though it was highly unlikely anybody from your team would make their way to the parking lot.

“you think everything’s risky, spence.” you teased, leaning a little closer to him. the corners of your mouth quirked up as you added, “but that doesn’t mean you’re not enjoying it.” —READ MORE!

his lips parted to respond, but instead of words, a soft laugh escaped his mouth. “i am,” he admitted, his cheeks flushing that same endearing pink. “it’s just.. you know how the others are already suspecting of our relationship— especially morgan! if he even suspects anything, he’ll—”

“—never let it go,” you finished for him, grinning. “i know. but we’re fine, spence. no one’s looking for us.”

he hesitated, his hand moving near yours on the console. you took the initiative, gently wrapping your fingers around his.

his hand was warm, a little clammy from nerves, but it fit perfectly in yours. that small touch seemed to ground him, and his shoulders relaxed slightly as he turned to look at you.

the way he looked at you. soft, hesitant, like he was still in awe that this was real—made your heart warm.

slowly, you leaned closer, your hand brushing against his cheek to bring him forward. he didn’t resist, tilting his head just enough to meet you halfway.

when your lips finally met, it was as sweet and careful as ever, his kiss unhurried and slow, as if he were savoring every second.

his hand rested lightly on your thigh, the touch barely there, yet it sent a sharp shiver down your spine nonetheless—as spencers touch always did.

spencer kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world, and in moments like this, it felt like you were—no cases, no crime scenes, just you and him.

the kiss deepened naturally, getting more heated by the second—his lips getting needier and searching against yours.

you could still feel the nervous energy of making out in such an exposed area in the way his fingers tightened slightly around yours, but you also felt the trust in the way he leaned into you, his body relaxing more with each passing second.

until you heard it.

a sharp knock on the driver’s side window.

you and spencer both flinched so hard that you bumped into each other, breaking the kiss with an awkward clash of foreheads.

spencer let out a startled, high pitched “ow!” while you turned toward the window, your heart pounding in your chest.

there he was, grinning like a dog who just found a tiny new toy, stood derek morgan. he leaned down slightly, his hands around his eyes to see better through the glass. “am i interrupting something?” he asked, his voice muffled but unmistakably smug and teasing.

spencer’s face went red, and you and him froze like a deer in headlights. for a few seconds, neither of you moved, the tension thick in the cramped car.

finally, with great reluctance, spencer reached over and pressed the button to roll the window down.

the glass slid down with an agonizing slowness, revealing morgan’s face in full, his grin practically glowing.

“well, well, well,” he said, folding his arms on the window ledge. “what do we have here? dr. reid and…” he turned his gaze to you, raising an eyebrow. “i should’ve known. you’ve been sneaking off an awful lot lately.”

spencer’s mouth opened and closed a few times, no words managing to escape. his cheeks were so red you thought he might combust on the spot. “morgan, i—this isn’t—we weren’t—”

morgan held up a hand, cutting him off. “save it, pretty boy. i don’t need the explanation. i saw what i saw.” he glanced between the two of you, his grin somehow growing wider. “and might i just say—wow. didn’t think you had it in you, kid.”

you couldn’t help it, you burst out laughing. it was nervous laughter—sure, but it broke the tension, and you leaned back in your seat, shaking your head.

“come on morgan, don’t you have something better to do than stalk the parking lot?”

“oh, this is better,” morgan shot back, his tone teasing. he straightened up, giving spencer a pointed look.

“you’re lucky it was me and not hotch who caught you two sneaking around. or worse—garcia. you know how she loves gossip.”

spencer groaned, burying his face in his hands. “please don’t tell garcia,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by his hands.

morgan laughed, resting his hand on the car door. “relax, kid. your secret’s safe with me. for now.” he paused, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “but if you owe me a favor down the line, don’t be surprised if i cash it in, oh—make sure you kids don’t get too lost in the smooching, hotch was looking for you both earlier.”

with that, he turned and walked away, still chuckling to himself as he headed back toward the building.

you turned to spencer, who was still hiding behind his hands. “hey,” you said softly, nudging his knee with yours. “it’s okay. he’s just messing with us.”

spencer peeked at you through his fingers, his face still flushed. “this is exactly why i didn’t want anyone to find out,” he muttered.

you smiled, reaching over to gently pull his hands away from his face. “morgan isn’t going to tell anyone. and even if he does, who cares? they’re our friends. they’ll be happy for us.”

he looked at you for a long moment, his expression softening at your smile. “you’re too calm about this,” he said, his voice tinged with disbelief as he leaned his head into your shoulder.

“that’s because i know something you don’t,” you teased, leaning in closer.

“what’s that?”

“that no one could possibly tease you more than morgan just did,” you said, kissing him lightly on the cheek.

despite his anxiousness of the situation, spencer laughed, his shoulders finally relaxing. and even though the lunch break didn’t go as expected, at least the two of you wouldn’t have to hide away something so beautiful anymore—and that made it all the sweeter.

𝖱𝖤𝖡𝖫𝖮𝖦𝖲 𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖣 ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

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✧ 𝑓. FIRST FIC COMPLETED !! please feel free to leave any requests 🫶🫶 i love spencer so much shushdjdj

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I love pictures of the Rocky Horror cast just hanging out, but I love this one so much in particular

The way Tim is looking at the camera, how him and Barry are chillin so close, Peter is just sittin there, Patricia is barely in frame and listening intently, it's all great. It all feels so casual and comfortable and silly I just- I love those guys, man

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Lowkey high-key in love with Janet 😘