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Reblogging this because comments are turned off, and I need to rant about how relatable this is. As an OR nurse (and a Luke girl) who was going to work in pediatrics (I do love pediatric kids when we get them), all of this is so relatable. The funny thing is I get told off (jokingly) by Doctors and other staff because I write on my hand eventhough I carry a notebook, so the writing on Luke's hand so he can't loose it made me laugh out loud. Well done.

Can you do a request for luke Hughes? Maybr he meets a girl while doing an appearance with the team like a nurse at hospital and he has to try and find her the next day to ask her out. Maybe his teammates help

CHASIN' YOU

warnings: none!!

note: please excuse my lack of hospital knowledge.. ps. THANK YOU 700 followers. i love you all.

The Devils were making another one of their visits at RWJBarnabas Health, a trip that always had Luke feeling excited.

As awkward as he was, he felt great visiting kids whose days were made so much better just by spending time with him. It wasn’t just for him, it was for them too. So, when he and Nico were split up together walking around the hospital and meeting those kids, he didn’t think too much of it. Just another day at the office.

That was until the pair entered a room in the left wing. They were expecting a kid, and their parents, the usual sight they were met with during these trips. However, what they hadn’t expected was for you to be in there. You turned to face the men, a warm smile on your face. 

“Hey, sorry! I’m just checking his vitals, and I’ll be out of your hair.” 

Nico nodded, thanking you before walking over to the parents, shaking their hands, and making small conversation as you did your job. Luke, on the other hand, was stuck still in his spot, lips slightly parted as he watched you work. 

The way your hands were gentle as you lifted the boy's arm, wrapping a blood pressure cuff around it. The way you were smiling and laughing along with him as he told you about how the other nurses weren’t as nice as you. The way you chewed on your lip as you wrote on his chart. You weren’t doing anything a nurse wasn’t expected to do, but Luke thought you were an absolute grace from the heavens.

“Everything looks good, bud!” You said joyfully, high-fiving the boy before taking off the cuff. “I think it’s time for me to get out of your hair and let you enjoy these superstars, huh?”

The boy nodded, smiling widely. “Thank you, Ms.Y/N!”

Y/N. It suited you so perfectly, Luke was positive he’d never get it out of his head. You bid farewell to his parents, walking across the room to head out the door. As you passed Luke, he caught your eye, offering you a polite smile. In return, you smiled at him and let out a soft, “Hi,” before grazing his arm with yours, walking out the door into the hall.

It was one word, yet Luke felt a blush rise to his cheeks and a tingly feeling in his stomach. It was one word, and Luke knew that he needed to see you again.

~~~

“We don’t have to go again for the next two months. Why do you want to go back so soon?” Nico asked, his eyebrow quirking up at Luke’s sudden request.

He choked on his spit. “I- I just miss the kids, you know? I’m sure it gets lonely in those cold rooms.”

His reasoning was bullshit, and Nico knew it too. “Alright, spill it, Rusty.”

Luke sighed, knowing he’d been caught in a not-so-good lie. He shifted back and forth on his skates, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket as he avoided eye contact with his captain. 

“You remember the girl who was in there with that Charlie kid?”

Nico furrowed his eyebrows. “His mom?”

“No!” Luke exclaimed, “The nurse. I thought she was kinda cute.”

The older man let out a sigh, his hand coming up to his teammate’s shoulder. It was possible, Nico knew that, but he wanted to tease the boy a little longer before giving in. “So you want to use those kids to get a girl? Didn’t think you were that kinda guy, Hughes.”

His tone was light and teasing, so Luke didn’t feel actual offense. Still, hid his face in his shoulder, face burning red. Maybe he was right. Maybe he shouldn’t be using visiting kids just for the slight chance of seeing you. Maybe he should just man up and ask a receptionist for your name. Maybe-

“I’ll see what I can do, okay?”

The look of pure joy on Luke’s face was laughable. His smile was wide, and he was pulling in Nico for a side hug before skating off quickly to do god knows what. 

~~~

The hospital felt bigger than it had during previous visits, making Luke sweat a little around the collar of his jersey. The whole team was confused as to why they were back only two weeks after their initial visit, but they were happy to be making kids’ days again. Jack was with them this time, feeling well enough to join his teammates and brother on this visit, unaware of Luke’s ulterior motives. 

They split off, leaving in groups of three. Coincidentally, Luke ended up with Jack and Nico, one of them who would actually be a help to Luke’s side quest. 

He was antsy. Walking quickly through the halls that you would think he was a doctor trying to get to his patients, given he wasn’t wearing his jersey. Jack gave Nico a look, confused as to why his younger brother was zooming past rooms of kids they were scheduled to visit. “Is he alright? He’s been acting weird.”

The captain chuckled, placing his hand on his teammate’s uninjured shoulder, “You’ll see.” The lack of an explanation had Jack even more confused, but he kept on, speeding up his pace to follow Luke. 

“Lukey, can you slow down?” Jack hollered, trying to avoid crashing into the hospital staff. 

Luke turned around for a quick second, his eyes widening slightly as he saw the distance between himself and the boys. Before he could chirp back, a sudden pressure came onto his chest, a soft gasp following it,  causing his head to whip back around. His jaw fell as he saw you, your chart and pens scattered around you as you looked up with furrowed eyebrows. It was impossible for you to keep that rapidly rising anger, your face immediately softening when you noticed it was the guy from a month ago. 

He squatted down, helping you pick up your stuff, “I am so sorry. I-”

“It’s okay.” You laughed softly, picking up your papers and taking what he had gotten from his hands, “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

Luke stood up, his tall figure standing over you as he extended his hand, which you gladly took. “Still, I don’t think you’d expect someone to be standing in your way.”

By now, Nico and Jack had caught up. They were a few steps back from you and Luke, choosing to watch the situation unfold from a listening distance before they stepped in to help the younger boy. 

“Well, if it were to be anyone, I’m glad it was you.”

Your words slipped out before you could stop them, mentally facepalming yourself at what you had just said to the cute stranger in front of you. The truth is, you couldn’t stop thinking about him either. Since the day he walked in on you, it felt like his face was imprinted into your head, every bone in your body wishing he would come back. Selfishly, you started picking up extra shifts, wanting to be there if he ever came back. 

A blush rose onto his face, your heart beating faster at the sight. Yet, he did his best to keep his composure. “Y-Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, “I’m Y/N.”

Luke remembered that. How could he forget? It was your name. The name that was engraved into his memory. The name he spent countless nights thinking about because it fit you so well. 

“Luke.” 

“Well, Luke,” You repeated, “It’s nice to see you again.” Your pager beeped, your eyes glancing down to see that you were needed down the hall. He noticed it too, but he knew he couldn’t let you go again. 

“Do you think I could get your number?” He blurted, causing Jack and Nico to sputter out laughter.

You chuckled, taking his arm and sliding the sleeve of his jersey up. You took one of your pens, clicking down the tip as you scribbled your digits onto his skin, making sure he couldn’t lose them. When you finished, you looked up at him, noticing his impossibly redder face, smiling at him before dropping his arm and walking away.  Jack came up behind him, picking up that same arm to see what you’d done. “Damn, Lukey. She’s got you whipped already.”

And his brother was right. He was already obsessed with you.

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Came here to say this. I don't know how hockey players get up, pregame nap, then go to the game. I'm failing my prework nap before I have to work overnight into Christmas. The OR has no surgeries overnight or Christmas day, so it's literally just sitting there incase of an emergency. So everyone stay SAFE, be smart, and make good decisions. Merry Christmas and happy holidays (and thanks for still following me eventhough I don't post as much as I used to). 😊 🎄

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Sea Sickness

Sea Sickness

Luke Hughes x fem!reader (established relationship, but still new)

Idea: Reader gets nauseous from being on the boat at the Hughes’s Lake House and snuggles up to Luke.

Requested: Nope. 

Author’s Note:  I know I’m bouncing around who I’m writing for, but I’m on a NHL spree right now. I also get nauseated if I'm on a boat or in the ocean for too long. Fun Fact: I wrote the beginning part of this on a note card while working by myself in the OR today. We had a really long case where I just had to check up on people during the middle of it (hence why I wrote this on a card because I don’t like going on my phone when I’m in the OR. It's unprofessional). I don’t know any of these people personally. The closest I’ve gotten to the team (that wasn’t just playing in the band at the games or when they were walking past us down the 2023 red carpet in tampa) was a tuba was talking to some of them in his plane row on the ride back from that trip (he ended up being the tuba you see in the senior picture from 2024) and one of the coaches had to share our bus on the way back from the 2023 frozen four game with his wife and two young daughters (I kept trying to get the younger one to smile at me unsuccessfully).  Someone from my hotel room also shared the elevator ride up with the entire Fantilli family the night they lost that game in 2023 (I think Adam also won the Hobey Baker award that same night). I’ve also been playing my lego lord of the rings game. Anyway, enjoy this little blurb.

Tagging some of my favorite Hughes/NHL writers, love y’all.

@wineauntie @thedevilrisen @winterbarnesblog @sc0tters 

I forgot to mention that this is kinda based on the cute stuff @bedsyandco writes

I'm now sad when I'm uploading this because a friend from college drumline has an incurable brain cancer. Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers (he's only 19 or 20).

Requests are still open.  Feedback is always appreciated.  Also, tell me if you want to be part of a Tag List and I’ll tag you when I upload something new. If you want to only be tagged when I upload something for a certain character or shows, let me know as well.  

Warning: None, just general fluff. Feeling sick on a boat. 

Word Count: 488

Being on a boat wasn’t your most favorite thing in the world, mainly because the last time you were on a boat, it got stuck in the middle of the laek and had to be towed back to shore (true story), but when your boyfriend Luke invited you to spend the weekend at the lakehouse with ihs brothers and friends, you weren't going to say no. The weekend had been filled with lots of eating, playing outside, and the boys being competitive at every game they pick up (even the old board game you brought to teach them how to play).  Just trying to keep up with them all was exhausting, so that’s how you ended up on the back of the boat enjoying the warm air instead of diving into the water again.  The boys had been going back and forth between wakeboarding and chatting on the boat deck. With them supplying the lake with plenty of waves, the constand up and down was starting to make your stomach sick.  You scooched over and made yourself comfortable laying your head on Luke’s shoulder.  He then opened his arms and wrapped you in his warm embrace so you could crawl on his lap and snuggle closer to his chest. 

“You feeling ok?” 

“Yeah, just want to stop the constant movement.” It was getting to a point were you just wanted to stop the constant movement.  It being really hot out didn’t help either. 

“We’ll head to shore soon. Then we can cool off inside.” 

Being wrapped up in Luke’s embrace with his fingers gently carding through your hair or down your shoulder leaving goosebumps in their wake and shading you with his fit body definitely helped keep your mind off of your stomach and the boat’s ever shifting movements.  Luke wasn’t much of a pda person, but you always encouraged him to show little bits of it at least in front of his family or close friends.  

Little did you know, that’s exactly who was eyeing the interaction.  Jack, Quinn, Trevor, Cole, and Dylan all had stopped what they were talking about in favor of watching the interaction between you two.  Eventhough they were not all related, they felt like proud older brothers seeing Luke be so considerate and affectionate in front of them.  Of couse they’re all going to tease him relentlessly later about this, but they were gentlemen in regards to respecting the timing and the moment.

“Just lay down and close your eyes. We’ll be on shore soon.”  You snuggled deeper into Luke’s neck keeping your eyes closed and focused on his soft skin, his natural scent, and the way his warm body curled around yours. He even tugged on your legs to pull you fully into his lap as his large frame wrapped around your body fully encasing you in his warmth and comfort. 

Nothing better than enjoying the summer with those you love.

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i love this

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His cutie smile. (Also, MSU wasn't even good enough to get a bowl game, they can't talk).

his little laugh at the end

he is so🫠🫠

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The only thing more patriotic is this same team sining their hearts out to the national anthem. Rutger's face makes me giggle every time. (I don't reblog stuff much, but I'm on a hockey spree, and some of these guys played for Michigan (including captain Rutger)). Link: https://youtu.be/j-0WyzwyQqs?si=BuxH6vljkvXvP6Io (this was the only short clip of it I could find)

this is the most patriotic thing i have ever seen 🫡🇺🇸

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@kimistorm *gives forehead kiss*

@thedevilrisen @lvkehvghes @thatintrovertedwriter @pocketsizedq

*places big leaf on head and gives forehead kisses*

reblog this to put a leaf on your mutuals head

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Paint the Night Sky

Paint the Night Sky

Bang Chan x member!reader (more like the love he gives all his members)

Idea: Based off of this: https://youtube.com/shorts/zQg00zBAK30?feature=share 

Member!reader and maybe felix takes bang chan shopping and gets him some colorful clothes and stay asks who designed it and he's cute about saying it was her 

Requested: Nope. 

Author’s Note:  I know no one asked for anything Stray Kids related, but I wanted to do something short for Bang Chan’s birthday!  (me face palming and picking this up a year later the day after his birthday, but on my birthday) I am working on some other ideas, including a pt 2 to Late Night Talking, a couple Spencer Reids, and Bucky Barnes one but I am trying to make those longer and more like an episode, so they’re taking a bit longer to write.  Also, if anyone is a STAY and wants to talk Stray Kids, message me because I would like some STAY friends pls.  Last thing, I couldn’t tell you what their dorm looks like now, so just imagine that they still all live together. I also couldn’t find Chan in a pink hoodie, but I feel like the pink dolfin one would be a hoodie he’d like.  The title also sucks. lol.

Requests are still open.  Feedback is always appreciated.  Also, tell me if you want to be part of a Tag List and I’ll tag you when I upload something new. If you want to only be tagged when I upload something for a certain character or shows, let me know as well.  

Warning: None, just general fluff.

Word Count: 570

You walked into the dorm with Lee Know after a bit of personal dance practice.  It’s nice to practice with everyone, but it’s also nice to do some one-on-one practice to really help with your improvement.  And who better than Lee Know to guide you.

“Do you want to help me make some food?”  Lee Know asks you as he heads toward the kitchen.

“Yeah.  I’ll put on something for us to listen to in the background.”  You pull out your phone and see that the recent episode of two kids in a room came out, so you put that on as the background noise.  

You start by cutting the cabbage to put in the tteokbokki.  While Lee Know searched the freezer for something to fry.  You both continue to make food for the boys as the episode plays in the background.  There’s one particular bit of audio that catches your attention though.  

Chan: "I need someone to go together. I can't shop at all."

Felix: “You Always Buy Black Clothes. You look like a Reaper.”

This got you thinking and you had to ask Lee Know to be sure.  “Lee Know-hung?”

“Hmm”

“Does Channie-hung wear anything colorful?”

It took a second of silence for Lee Know to come up with an answer.  

“I don’t keep track of what he wears.”  That was the most Lee Know answer he could come up with.  “But if he does, then usually the stylist put him in it.”

“Yeah, he wears a lot of black.” That got you thinking and your mind set on what to do tomorrow.

You two continued preparing food as the rest of the boys came in from doing their various activities throughout the day.  When you saw Chan come into the kitchen, you enact your plan. 

“Channie-hung, you doing anything tomorrow?” 

“I was going to be in the studio then do Channie’s room, but I got nothing planned for the morning.”

“Good we’re going shopping.”  

“Ok.”  No an argument or anything, but Channie would honestly do anything for us.  

“Be ready to leave at 8.”

*Time skip to next morning*

You and Channie head down to the shopping district in Seoul.  Could you have done this online? Yes. But it’s like Christmas shopping.  It’s better when you get out there and get the full experience.  

You had to pull Chan away from anything black and white because he has a million of those already.  You had to do that more times than you can count.  You ended up going with a baby pink hoodie and baby blue shirts just to ease him into color more.  

“You sure you like…” Before you could even finish, you were captured in one of Chan’s hugs.  One of the ones that is fruitless to attempt to escape.  

“It’s cute! I love it Y/N.” 

Chan wore that hoodie all the way back to the dorms.  You parted ways when Chan went to the studios and you went up to the dorms.  A few minutes later, you see the notification of Chan doing Chan’s Room for Stay.  

Transcript from the live.

“Hi Stay. Hi. Hellooooooooooo.  Welcome to Channie’s Room.”  

“Chan you look so lovely. No, Stays look more lovely.  Chan you look so cute.  Yeah, um… Y/N picked the sweater because I’m told I need more colorful clothes *stands up so Stay can see his sweater* it has dolphins on it. I like it.”   

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According to Know Your Meme, on August 18th, 2005, Erwin Beekveld brought forth this work into the world. HAPPY TEN YEAR ANNIVERSARY, THEY’RE TAKING THE HOBBITS TO ISENGARD.

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Reblogging this for my nostalga sake.  I rewatched the good parts of this movie more times than I could count. I love these two.

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I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

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Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

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no way no fucking way....

NO fuckifn way

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You'll Never Be Alone

You'll Never Be Alone

Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Idea: Based off of a lot of what @spencer-reids-adventures writes (which is really good btw) where reader and spencer have come up with a system where if either one of them has a hard case they force eachother to sleepover which ends the night with always talking about what's on their mind.

Requested: No

A/N: I’m making the background of the reader being a pediatric nurse before she joined the FBI/BAU because I want to be a NICU nurse (and it also gave me a reason to have made it a hard case especially for the reader).  I switch a lot between who’s thoughts I’m speaking.  **I love you if you get this Stray Kids reference.**  Let me known if you want to be tagged when I write for a certain fandom. I finished this on a night shift (why is that the only time I ever have motivation to write), and I'm studying hard to take my NCLEX in a few months (the test you have to pass to become a nurse).  I'll be sure to pick up my writing after that. 

Let me know if you want to be on my tag list when I write or if you only want it to be for certain fandoms. 

Requests: Nope, but requests are Open. Fandoms I write for in pinned post.

Warnings: Some season spoilers (just the themes, mainly in Spencer’s), infant death and kidnapping mentioned, child pornographer mentioned, hard cases, mental stress, mention of Spencer’s past drug use, Derek misinterpreting a situation, please tell me if I missed any.

Word Count: 2,122, wow one of my longest yet

We all trudged our way back into the bureau after one of the worst cases we had in a while.  Cases involving kids were always hard and ones we put all our effort into, but this one involved infant kidnapping.  That hit me at a deeper level than everyone else because I used to be a NICU nurse before I decided I wanted to join the BAU.  Also, infants don’t deserve anything bad to happen to them.  They literally are not strong enough to do anything to anyone.  

I dumped my to-go bag on my desk, louder than I intended.  I felt everyone’s eyes on me after that.  “Sorry.” I mumbled.  

Hotch and Derek were the ones to discover the bodies of the five missing infants and three more that were unidentifiable and decomposing in the basement of a manic bipolar who, apparently, had a miscarriage.  That was my only saving grace in this case.  Neither Spencer nor I had to see the bodies.  I’m glad Spencer didn’t have to see them as well because I knew that he couldn’t forget that image no matter how hard he tried.    

Spencer started packing up the paperwork from his desk adjacent to yours. "My place or yours?" 

You knew he didn't mean it in a sexual way. You also knew there wasn't an answer option of 'I want to be alone right now.' Those were the rules you and Spencer set for yourselves.  

It was after he came to you because a case affected him so much that he had the temptation to start using dilaudid again.  He just needed some distraction then because he couldn’t go back down that slippery slope.  Never again.   You both made a pact that night that if there was a case that shook you to your core that you would not spend the night alone, no matter how you felt.  Many bad things can happen when you’re alone with your thoughts after hard cases in a job like this.  

“Mine.  I got better food and you know it.”  That made Spencer smile knowing that even through a hard case you still kept your sarcasm up.  He also knew that it would break as soon as you were behind closed doors.  You needed to be somewhere where it was safe to be vulnerable.  

“Mine has my library though, and I know how much you like it there.”  

“Fine, but you’re reading me Harry Potter to sleep and getting take-out.”  At the end of the night, you didn’t care where you slept.  You had some clothes at his apartment anyway.  

You drove the both of you back because the subway was closed (it was the middle of the night, so obviously).  The car ride was silent as you both were trying to figure out what to say or if any words needed to be said.  It wasn’t awkward silence**, but comfortable silence.  Once you parked, you and Spencer made it up to his apartment.  

Spencer’s apartment usually gives you the warm homey feeling, but it just made you feel safe.  Safe enough to break down.  You stood no more than a few feet in the doorway and rivers of tears started coming out of your eyes.  Your mind saying words of blame. ‘THEY WOULD HAVE BEEN FINE IF YOU HAD DONE MORE!’ ‘YOU SHOULD HAVE GONE IN THERE!’ ‘YOU SHOULD HAVE SAVED THEM!’ Your mind making your body numb and you couldn’t do anything but drop to your knees in Spencer’s front room.  Your eyes flowed rivers of tears down your face as all your walls broke.  

The arms of Spencer around your shoulders broke your intrusive thoughts.  He slowly lifted you up and guided you to lay on the couch with your head in his neck.  He allowed you to cry and be vulnerable and he gave your forehead kisses as silent words of reassurance.  Spencer has been through more than enough in his life, yet he still chooses to show kindness to others. “I can’t get them out of my head.  I didn’t even see them and I can’t get what their tiny bodies would look like out of my head.”  It would be worse if you had an eidetic memory, but you didn’t say that.  You were just feeling so defeated and helpless at the moment.

He let you fall asleep on his shoulder with him rubbing your back.  You woke up being under covers in his bedroom with Spencer nowhere in sight.  You still felt the sting of your eyes from crying so much last night.  You walked into his living room to find breakfast, clearly ordered, set up in his living room.  “I waited until you got up before I got your phone set up for Harry Potter.” His hair sticking up in many different directions from having obviously slept on the couch.  

“Please tell me you didn’t sleep on the couch in your own home.”  That would have made you feel worse if you kicked Spencer out of his own bed.  

��No, I slept next to you in case you woke up from nightmares.  I also got you breakfast from that Mom and Pop place you liked that does white chocolate chips in pancakes.  Also, Hotch gave us both the day off to recover.”  You looked at him as if he was your world, because to be honest, he was.  There’s no one else who would treat you this way.  Spencer was truly one of a kind.  His cute curly hair stuck out every way while he wore a Washington D.C. sweatshirt.  Probably one of the only ones he owns and that he was probably forced to buy in a downpour you suspected.  

You sat on the couch next to your breakfast, raised your arms, and made grabby hands toward Spencer offering, more needing, him to sit with you.  Spencer makes his way over to you looking the most comfy he has looked in days.  You both sit on the couch and enjoy your breakfast while watching Chamber of Secrets.  It was what you both needed to recover.  Good food and good company.  

The time when you got to pay it forward to Spencer was after a case in Vegas.  You had mixed feelings about cases in Vegas.  You hated the hot weather and it was a city of dreams, failures, mobsters, and addiction.  It was also where Spencer was from and you knew he liked visiting his Mom, but you hated how many bad memories of his childhood the city brought up for him.  

The case you were working was women who had their skulls cracked and left in the desert with carvings in their abdomen.  Not your typical case, but working it wasn’t too difficult.  The team ended up narrowing it down to a 30 yr old man who lived in Nevada his whole life.  When we arrested him, in the act of dropping another body stupidly enough, Spencer didn’t move a muscle.  He just slowly lowered his gun as Derek did the muscle work of arresting him.  

Spencer was silent on the way back to the hotel and no one dared push him.  He would open up on his own time.  Once everyone exited the SUV, you took over the drivers wheel and searched for the nearest grocery store.  You got jelly filled chocolate frosted donuts, Spencer’s favorite, and indian takeout.  

You trudged up to his hotel room and fully expected Spencer to not open his door when you knocked.  And you were right. You were met with silence and a still door.  You sat down on the gross hotel floor and leaned your back against the door.  “Just let me keep you company Spencer.”  You knocked your head against the door, planning to sleep out there until he opened it up.  Apparently you didn’t have to wait too long before you stumbled backwards because you didn’t hear the door knob.  

When he opened the door, Spencer just looked defeated.  All you could do was raise yourself up and wrap him in your arms.  You slowly guided him to the bed with the food as he held onto you like his life depended on it.  

“I knew him.”

“What?”

“I knew him.  He used to bully me when I was taking high school classes at age 11.  I couldn’t do anything about it then because no one would believe me and my Mom was having bad episodes then, so no one would believe her.”  He just hiccupped and sobbed into your shoulder letting it all out, and you kept rubbing his back. “Seeing him again just opened up old scars.”  

You couldn’t pretend to know what pain he was going through, but you knew you weren't going anywhere.  You just rubbed his back and laid him down to try to lull him to sleep by running your fingers through his hair and whispering words of reassurance. You assured him that you would be there to scare away any nightmares and keep the demons away.  

You fell asleep like that until morning, until there was a knock on the hotel door.  You tried to slowly untangle yourself from Spencer’s arm grip and answer his hotel door, and of course who is it, Mr. Chocolate Thunder himself (you guessed that or Hotch). 

“What do you want Derek?”

“This is Spencer’s room.”  You looked at him dumbfounded and you’re pretty sure you had bed head.  

“Yeah … and?” Those were the only words that it took for Derek to show those pearly whites in a smirk. 

“Ok, I’ll let you get back to taking care of him.” 

“I was, but not in the way you’re implying.” You whisper-shouted defensively.  “We all know this case was tough on him.  I didn’t want to leave him alone overnight.”  That kinda brought Derek’s mind out of the gutter, because although he teases Spencer to no end, he does look at him like a little brother.  He just smiled and nodded. 

“If you don’t answer your phones, I’ll stop by when I get news about when the plane’s leaving.”  He left it at that before leaving you be.  

You couldn’t sleep much after your encounter even though you were back in Spencer’s arms, so you slept on the plane ride back.  Spencer on the other hand, had gotten the best sleep he had after a hard case in a while.  He was busy playing cards and giving facts to Derek about the history of playing cards.  

“The most common theory of why there are 52 cards in the standard deck is that they correspond with the number of weeks in a year, given the fact that there are 365 individual symbols in a deck of cards, and that the 13 cards match the 13 lunar cycles, and that the 12 court cards match the 12 months of the year.” Spencer explained with his normal air finger movements to match.

“You seem more peppy after a case than usual Reid.”   

“Well this case didn’t affect me as much for some reason. I didn't need as much time to recover from a hard case.”  Derek already knew the reason.  Everyone knew the reason.  That’s what made it hard having a family of profilers.  No secrets can be kept for long.    

“She likes you, you know. And it could turn into something more if you asked her out pretty boy.”  Spencer always knew the risk of trying to make something more between friends, the pros and cons of possibly losing that friend always laid heavily in his mind.  Was it worth the risk?  After seeing first hand how you treated him last night when he was at his lowest (well, not his lowest, but one of his low points), it may just be something more.  The topic was left at that as they finished up their card game and the plane landed back in DC.  

Because of the jet lag, Spencer wasn’t tired and he gauged that the nap you took on the plane ride was effective.  This may be his golden opportunity before he overthought and talked himself out of it.  He waltzed his way around to stand next to you at your desk while you packed up your case paperwork to do at home.  

"Hey, do you maybe… I don't know. Want to get some food then go to that drive in theater outside of town? Together? As a thank you for staying with me last night."  He had no idea if what he was saying was working or cringy. He'd never done this before.  However, you shyly smiled at his shuddering mess.

"Yes Spencer. I would love to go on a date with you." 

Well it apparently worked. 

Summary rest of it: I might do two cases, this first one of the reader being stressed and the 2nd one of spencer being stressed.  Everyone trudges into the bureau really exhausted and spencer says something that the reader needs to come to his place.  They go to his place which we know has a wall of books but some other nerdy things and is very warmly for the reader.  Once she sits on the couch she cries into her hands.  Spencer comes to her side and hugs her while she cries into his shirt thinking it’s her fault the infants died (the UNSUB could be doing it because their kid died due to prematurity/miscarriage and the kids he stole died due to physical abuse because he obviously wasn’t taking care of them).  Spencer stays with her and comforts her with words saying even though it’s upsetting that they died, it’s not her fault and they’re not going to be suffering anymore.  She can’t get them out of her head but she does mention that it’s probably worse for spencer because of his eidetic memory.  

Spencer’s case could be in vegas and the unsub could be a kid who bullied him a lot and the case is just bringing up memories and tearing open old wounds.  Spencer trudges through the case insisting everyone he’s fine.  They end up staying the night after the case ends and decide to leave in the morning.  Reader ends up leaving to go to the corner store to grab tons of snacks and bangs her head on his hotel room door to knock.  She doesn’t even ask if he needs someone to talk to because she knows he’ll say no but he does need someone.  No matter if he wants to talk or not, she wraps him up in a blanket, feeds him good food, and maybe he does start talking.  Morgan could try to get in the room once spencer’s asleep and the reader has to untangle herself from spencer’s arms to open the door and tell him off.  Even though Morgan does tease them a little bit, he does say if he’s okay now, he’ll check up with spencer in the morning.  When he does check in with spencer (either at the bureau or on the plane), spencer says he’s doing better than he usually would after a hard case like this and he’s not sure why, but morgan knows why obviously.  It could end with morgan giving spencer a nudge saying he should ask her out, spencer could rephrase it and actually ask her if she wants to have a movie night just the two of them as a thank you for staying with him when he needed it.  

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