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shepherds-of-haven · 2 years ago

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What would the ROs consider red flags when going on dates? Like if Blest had dating apps or something, what would be something that turn each RO off or give them the ick?

Hi there, I've talked what the ROs are looking for in relationships quite a bit, such as here in the #cheat codes tag or places like this post about what they need in a partner, and I think those posts also go into what would genuinely turn them off or how to fail at getting their attention in detail! So instead of reiterating those points, I'm just going to list really silly red flags, like small or irrational things that you would vent to a friend about after the first date rather than true big-deal incompatibilities! Like mostly superficial stuff that might allude to deeper issues, but it's mostly just stupid or irrational hangups that would still give them the ick

(But when I say it like that, they suddenly become too many to count for each character, so I'll just list a few 😂)

Blade:

someone who's clearly uncomfortable with silence. this does not equate people who are naturally talkative, but people who literally can't exist in quiet without becoming visibly antsy and awkward

similarly, someone who can't control their volume and is audibly grating in public (think drunk bachelorette parties at nyc brunches, but all the time)

someone who's prone to randomly bursting into song (not humming under their breath or singing quietly while doing a task, but just walking down the hall and suddenly throwing their arms open and belting out a random verse like they're an actor at dinner theater)

someone who is overly sexual or physically familiar when flirting, especially very early on in their acquaintance.

someone with very sickly and strong-smelling perfume

Trouble:

someone being rude to the waiter/staff

someone who kept checking their appearance with a compact mirror

someone who's obsessed with and comments on how much things cost

someone who won't let you touch their hair or face without fear of you ruining their makeup/hairstyle

similarly, someone who won't do something spontaneous or active for fear of ruining their appearance, like 'i can't go up onto the roof with you, i'll dirty my dress!!'

someone who came off as flippantly controlling right away ("i like to shoot guns" "oh no, well we'll train that out of you")

Tallys

someone whose shoelaces were untied, and if you pointed it out, they didn't move to correct it

making overt statements to emphasize how special or unique they are (to the tune of "see, I'm not like other guys/girls/people...")

someone who can't keep indications of their emotions to themselves in a public setting. like when you're standing in a big line with a bunch of people, say at the post office or DMV, and there's one person who keeps sighing impatiently, huffing, scoffing loudly, tapping their foot, so that everyone else has to know how they're feeling--like they make it other people's problems, if that makes any sense?

not putting things away when you're done using them. like if you were to make yourself a sandwich and then leave the open jar of peanut butter on the counter and just wandered away without closing it and putting it back in the cabinet

Shery:

someone who made hating animals or kids a big part of their personality

someone who starts to make your story all about themselves as a way of relating to you--idk I worded that exactly right, but it's not exactly talking over you, it's more like directing the conversation back to themselves without even realizing it? Like "so the other day, I was really frustrated at work..." "oh my gosh, I completely know what you mean, at my job as a mercenary, I've been in so many situations where..."

someone who uses a lot of crude humor, like dead baby jokes and etc.

someone who would step on a flower growing out of a crack in the sidewalk without even noticing 😭

Riel:

someone showing up to the date dressed sloppily

someone who picked their teeth at the table

someone who asked the waiter to "just bring them the most expensive thing on the menu"

someone who's late without a good explanation

someone who sings, hums, or whistles along while watching a performance at the opera

someone with dirty fingernails

someone who kept coughing wetly or hacking away after every few words

in a modern AU, posting a mirror selfie with a dirty mirror. the selfie is already thin ice, the dirty mirror is unforgivable because you have so many opportunities to correct it

chewing ice loudly

--he's probably the pickiest dater of them all that I'm actually having trouble just narrowing it down to a few... 😂

Chase:

an overly superstitious person, or someone who ascribes a lot of things to "signs" or "fate." like "what day were you born? the 9th? oh wow, my mom's cousins are coming to visit and there are nine of them... i'm getting the chills!!"

someone who clearly says a lot of unoriginal cliches and adages. like the dad jokes where they say "clearly I hated it!" when the waiter comes to take away their empty plate... there's nothing wrong with saying this in and of itself, but if he senses you clearly say these types of things a lot and therefore have a default, rehearsed, repetitive mode of talking where you're probably automatically going to say that every time you have a clear plate, that would start to drive him crazy. especially if you acted like it was original 😂

also, someone who baited for compliments expectantly and overtly, especially quite a lot, and not in a teasing/flirtatious way

Red:

someone who doesn't really have any passions or hobbies, like if he were to say, "so what are your interests?" they wouldn't really know what to say... or basically someone dull who couldn't hold a conversation, though that seems fairly obvious!

in a modern AU, texting him "i'm bored" with no followup (aka with the silent expectation that he's supposed to fix that or entertain them) would be a big turn-off

also, someone proud of how much they don't read, or thinks being ignorant is funny

someone who spilled the tea/gossip on their close friends/family really easily, like telling him really crazy stuff that they swore not to tell anyone. would make him wonder if they could be trusted with his secrets!

Ayla:

someone who seems like a snob, like criticizing something niche like how the napkins are folded shows that this a low-class establishment, or making a big deal about how they wanted a red-wine sauce and this is a port reduction.

similarly, someone really overwrought or high-strung

someone very physically lazy while in perfect health, like they would complain about having to walk a few blocks to a restaurant or would whine about walking up a small hill to see a sunrise

someone who took food off of her plate without asking 😂

in a modern AU, a backseat driver

a "stiff," someone with a dead sense of humor or couldn't laugh at themselves

love-bombing or being too romantic too soon, like wanting to lock down the relationship and make it official after 2-3 dates, or making statements like "I can already tell you're my soulmate"

mincing words or beating around the bush as a way to stall so you'll say the thing for them

Briony:

someone who doesn't come off as authentic, especially if their words and actions don't match (like stating "I'm really passionate about helping the poor" but then they coldly shake off a beggar or act disgusted by them)

someone who spends a large part of the date ripping on other people or oversharing (such as passionately going on an angry tirade about an ex and how crazy they are, a parent and how much they're annoyed by them, etc.).

someone who's condescending or a mansplainer, explaining really obvious things with the assumption that she doesn't know about them (without checking first)

someone who gave her callous/indifferent responses ("i'm really worried about my friend, she's been having a hard time..." "oh. well good luck with that")

someone who kept checking the time even if they don't have anywhere to be, making her feel insecure that they were impatient for the date to be over

in a modern AU, putting "just ask" as their bio on their dating profile

Lavinet:

someone repeating a joke that didn't land the first time, just louder

someone who seems thoughtless or inconsiderate (by her standards), like not holding the door for her or not holding the umbrella over her head if they're sharing. basically not a gentleman!

someone who was a sloppy drunk/couldn't hold their liquor

someone who spat or hocked a loogie in the street

someone who admitted to cheating in a past relationship (doesn't matter the circumstances)

seeming flirtatious with other women or visibly checking others out while in her presence

someone who ran at a bird to scare it and it didn't fly away 🙂

Halek:

someone who was a very picky eater

someone who liked to play coy or play mind games (deliberately not calling on him the next day to see if he would do it first, etc.)

someone who talked in a baby voice a lot and used nicknames like "babykins" or "smoochums."

deliberately acting helpless, especially as a way of being cute or eliciting caretaking behavior, like "omg i can't figure out how to boil water, can you do it for me?" 🥺

in a modern AU, telling him you think silver foxes are hot 😭

#Shepherds of Haven #red flag #red flags #all characters

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yourmidnightlover · 4 years ago

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i would never leave you

Summary- when reader gets injured on a case, spencer stays with her to take care of her, even if he already had plans.

TW: talk about case, undercover!fem!reader, kissing, a little cursing, reader gets stabbed

WC- 4,998

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the team was so close to catching the unsub. all they needed you to do was go undercover, act interested in him, and catch him in the act.

so there you were getting ready in the bathroom at the bau. the girls had chosen a flowy strapless black dress that went below your knee, some black pumps, and a gold necklace for you to wear.

you threw the dress on, admiring the amount of tasteful cleavage it displayed, followed by the shoes and necklace.

you applied some red lipstick and added some more mascara before you ran your fingers through the waves in your hair, trying to give it a bit more volume before greeting the team.

you had been insecure in the past, a result of some standard high school bullies, but you had gotten through it with the help of your parents. they re-educated you on what confidence meant and where it came from.

you had only gotten insecure every once in a while, normally when all the attention was on you.

so when you entered the conference room with your clothes in hand and all eyes were on you, you felt yourself close up from the stares.

"umm... too much?" you questioned, grabbing the blazer you were wearing and throwing it on over your shoulders.

you noticed spencer looking at you with his brows raised, not saying anything but with his mouth slightly agape as he looked at morgan, who was also entranced by your new appearance, and back at you.

"no, y/n," jj consoled. "you look great, sweetie," she said as she ran her hands up and down your arms comfortingly before stepping back after taking your clothes, and blazer, from you.

"y/n..." morgan trailed on, "who knew you were hiding that underneath those pantsuits, mama," he smirked.

"oh, don't mama me, derek," you chastised, pointing a finger accusingly at him as he raised his hands at his head in defense.

"you truly look fabulous, y/n. and derek will stop with the comments as of right now," penny scolded him while giving you a smile.

"thank you pen," you said with a grin. "so when can we get this over with? this dress isn't exactly very comfortable," you asked, looking over at hotch for further direction.

"right. so i need everyone to listen to this part because we are all responsible for keeping y/n safe if things go awry," hotch demanded as you all made your way to your seats.

"the unsub will lure you out of the art gallery. there weren't any traces of drugs, so he won't try to routine you. you need to go willingly, that's part of what gets him off. we'll have someone in there with you and keeping an eye on you from a distance," he directed you, to which you nodded your head.

"he's going to most likely take you to his car, it will be a nice one, expensive. he's going to drive you somewhere more secluded, but still in the open and then will attack," hotch clarified, his eyes now scanning across everyone in the room.

"so when you leave the gallery we will follow behind and garcia will be tracking your phone the entire time," he ordered, now looking at garcia.

"we will do the takedown at whatever park he takes you," he made sure you were looking directly at him. "you can back out if you aren't up for it, y/n. just say the word."

"don't be ridiculous, this is the best way to catch him," you assured, shaking your head no. "just don't let me die and i'll be good," you laughed.

"i was just making sure," he grinned. "we should get going now. it's almost time for the gallery to open and he's really punctual," hotch said as he stood up.

you stood up and pulled your dress down a bit since it began to ride up as you were sitting. when you turned around you saw spencer looking at you with a similar expression as earlier.

"y-you look beautiful, y/n," spencer said softly, walking around the table to get closer to you.

"oh, umm. thank you," you smiled kindly at the shaggy haired man.

truth be told, you had a bit of a crush on him for a while now.

his adorably perfect smile, the way he gets so excited when he begins to ramble on about something, his harmonious laugh, his voice as he reads you a book on the plane so you can fall asleep easier, wishing the monsters that pry at your mind away.

okay so maybe it wasn't just a bit of a crush.

you really, really, really liked him.

you would say love, but you've never truly experienced true love. you had nothing to compare this feeling to.

"no problem," he continued to look at you. not in the way derek was looking at you. he was truly looking at you. he saw you. "just... please be careful out there," he bit his lip from the nerves of you being in line of danger.

"i will be. i always am. you know that, spence," you furrowed your brow in confusion from his sudden concern.

"i-i know. it's just that... you've never been undercover with a serial killer before and i j-just don't want you to get hurt," he stuttered.

"you're worried about me?" he nodded.

you placed your hand on his bicep and gently squeezed before pulling him into a hug.

"it's sweet that you're worried. i promise i'll be careful," you whispered in his ear before pulling back, squeezing his arms one more time and walking past him.

spencer watched as you walked out, still feeling beyond anxious as you were literally walking towards danger with each step you took.

he began to think about all the possible outcomes of the night, everything that could go wrong and lead to you getting hurt... or worse.

he walked out of the room once he collected his thoughts, and pushed them aside. he couldn't be distracted right now. he had to make sure you would be safe and okay.

he always wanted you to be okay. he wanted you to have everything you've ever wanted it. in his mind, that's the least you deserved for being... you.

you made sure everyone else was okay after a rough case. you always gave them a hug when they needed one. you let everyone vent to you when they were having a rough time. you let him finish his rants and never told him that 'nobody cares' or rudely change the subject.

you even went to watch movies with him when others would refuse - even though he knew you did that out of pity, he couldn't help but feel special. you would always offer your presence in place of the others. he eventually just started asking you after a while, to which you would happily agree.

but you never asked for anything in return. ever. you were obviously beginning to get stressed from having to manage everyone else's problems atop your own.

he wanted to help you with that. he wants to be the person you talk to about rough things. he wants to be the shoulder your tears can fall on. he wants to be there for you. he wants to be with you.

walking out of the room hotch told him he would be the person undercover inside with morgan, keeping an eye on you as you openly flirted with a hot serial killer.

great.

you slid into the passenger seat of the car after putting a mic on somewhere he wouldn't notice a few minutes before you were joined by spencer and morgan, morgan of course being the driver.

"so, pretty girl, pretty boy and i are gonna be your watchdogs for the night," morgan informed you.

"so hotch, jj, emily, and rossi are in charge of the cars?" you wanted affirmation.

"yup. they're gonna be right outside all night until you leave. when you do, we're going back to this car to follow you as well," spencer finalized, admiring the way your skin was glowing with the street lights beaming down through the windshield.

"right. sounds good to me," you assured them, trying to mask the way the nerves were eating at you.

"hey," morgan reached over and placed a hand on your thigh comfortingly. "we're not gonna let anything happen to you."

"i know," you took a deep breath. "just a little nervous."

"that's to be expected. you're putting your life at risk for the betterment of others, y/n," spencer gushed. "that's extremely admirable of you."

"thank you, spence," you turned around, placed a hand on his knee, and lightly squeezed.

the rest of the drive to the gallery was quiet and comfortable. you managed to get out of your own head and focus on what was about to go down.

you went into the gallery a couple minutes after it opened, wanting the unsub to watch you entering. the guys followed behind you after about 5 minutes.

you clocked the unsub after being in there a few minutes, and began walking over to greet him.

you stood beside him as he was admiring a painting of 'infinity mirror room fireflies on water' by yayoi kusama. he turned to face you with a smirk on his face.

"it's beautiful, isn't it?" you asked, nudging his arm gently as he continued to search your appearance.

"indeed it is," he said, still eyeing your body. you mentally gagged, but externally you giggled, bringing a hand up to your chin to bring attention to your lips.

"this particular painting is supposedly one of her most popular pieces. this one, followed by 'narcissus garden'," you informed him, to which he raised his eyebrows in approval.

"wow. you must know your art, huh?" he asked, you nodded. "smart... i like that," he said as he reached up to move your hair behind your ear. "i'm michael."

"y/n."

spencer was watching the whole time. he couldn't help but wish it was him you were giggling at. he wished he was the one pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

you were imagining it was him.

"how about we get out of here?" he asked, bringing his hand to cup your face softly. "i know a nice, quiet place we can go."

if it were anyone else, and if you didn't know what he really meant by a 'nice, quiet place," you might've thought it was a sweet sentiment. but he was a literal serial killer.

"yea?" you bit your lip softly. "that sounds great," you agreed before he took your arm in the crook of his, leading you outside.

you turned your head to make sure spencer and morgan were aware of what was happening. they nodded their head as they watched him escort you through the doors.

he had the valley pick up his car and open the door for you.

"such a gentleman," you nodded at him as he gave you a straight-toothed smile.

spencer and morgan ran to the car as they saw you hop in his with him. they were the first ones lined up behind you and michael.

the ride with him was quiet and eerie, probably because you knew what his true intentions were.

meanwhile, spencer and morgan were anticipating your arrival at some undisclosed location. in an attempt to ease their nerves, they tried to talk about another subject.

"sooo... y/n looked nice tonight, huh?" morgan probed.

"i-i'm not discussing this with you!" spencer shouted.

"alright, alright," he took a deep breath, trying to think about what else to talk about. "so are you looking forward to this weekend?" he asked.

"actually, yea. i've been looking. forward to it for weeks now!" spencer shouted, excited this time. "jane goodall doesn't lecture very often, and the fact that he's doing it so close and i somehow managed to get a ticket is astonishing," he gushed.

"wow, you're really excited about this," morgan stated the obvious, to which spencer nodded eagerly.

"i am," he said before noticing michael pulling into a parking lot. "there! turn right there!" spencer pointed as morgan began to take the turn.

michael escorted you out of the car, walking hand in hand. he lead to you a bench, and you knew that was where he was planning his attack. you felt your heartbeat pick up as he reached into his coat pocket and pulled something out.

spencer and morgan ran up to where you two were sitting right before he revealed that he was holding a knife.

"FBI! MICHAEL DAVID PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" morgan demanded, his and spencer's guns raised.

"michael, y/n is not your ex wife. she isn't her," spencer attempted to talk him down.

"i don't care! she needs to die! savannah needs to pay!" michael yelled in frustration as he took you underneath his arm, pressing the knife into the side of your torso.

"let. her. go," spencer demanded.

"NO!!" michael squeezed tighter. "she has to SUFFER!!" he said as he jabbed the knife deep in your side and removed it.

morgan ran over to arrest michael as spencer ran to your side as you began to fall to the ground, calling medics as he caught you in his arms right before you hit the ground.

"hey, hey," spencer calmed you as he moved a piece of hair from your face. "stay with me."

"i-i'm okay," you consoled spencer, holding your hand over his that rested on your face. "he-he took the knife out. apply pr-pressure," you instructed.

"r-right. of course," he said as he moved one of his hands to press on the incision, a wince coming from you as he did so. "i'm s-sorry."

"don't worry ab-about it. ahh!" you groaned as you heard sirens approaching.

"shhh, shhh. i'm here. it's okay. i'm not leaving you," he told you as you moved your free hand to cup his face.

"promise?" you asked meekly.

"i promise. i would never leave you," he said as he leaned into your touch.

they loaded you into the back of the ambulance, to which spencer hopped in with you. he held your hand the entire way to the hospital, only releasing it when they needed to perform cpr after you bled out too much.

they had to give you stitches because of the stabbing, but no major organs were punctured in the process. they made you aware of the trouble you would have when walking or standing for a certain amount of time. they kept you overnight for one day and released you for the weekend.

hotch had given everyone their mandatory two weeks off because of the spur of back to back cases you had gotten and asked anderson to drive you home.

you had never been one to ask for help, and spencer knew that. if anyone truly payed any attention, they would realize that as well.

he knew that you wouldn't want to bother anyone's time off with having to help you through an injury.

he also felt guilty for your injury in the first place.

if he had been able to talk the unsub down then you wouldn't have been hurt. it was his fault you were in pain, and hiding your pain nonetheless.

spencer had also been waiting to hear jane goodall's lecture for so long now... and there was no telling if she would ever lecture again.

you were struggling. far more than you'd want to admit. you could barely get up to get yourself a glass of water, let alone stand in the shower for long enough.

you had learned to lean against the wall for the majority of the time in the shower, and rinsing off as quickly as you could. luckily you put a bar along the wall, you had installed it while sitting down on the floor.

you could barely manage to change into any clothes. you hadn't been wearing a bra since the accident because you just couldn't turn your body at all in order to put one on.

you had finally come to the conclusion you really didn't want to admit.

you needed help.

you had become so desperate and helpless that you had to call someone.

but who should you call?

jj was with will and her kids, morgan with savannah, hotch with jack, penny with kevin, rossi with joy, and you didn't know what spencer was doing.

maybe you could call him?

you dialed his number as you winced from trying to change the bandage on your side.

"spencer reid here," he answered cheerily, already feeling happy from receiving a call from you.

"hey, spence," you answered, already feeling guilty for having to ask so much from him. "wh-what are you doing right now? did you have any plans?" you asked with a shaky, guilt ridden voice.

spencer thought about what this question meant. you wanted to know what he was doing so he could help you. you couldn't go out right now because of your stabbing, so you obviously needed help.

he felt partially guilty for not offering you his help in the first place, but you both knew that you would refuse it the first time he would've offered anyway.

so what, jane goodall was lecturing for possibly the last time ever right near him and he had tickets? you needed help. and you wanted him to help. you wanted him.

"nope. no plans," he lied, much to your relief.

"i need - would you - can..." you took a deep breath, trying to figure out the right words. "i'm sorry to have to ask but... i need help, spence. w-would you mind coming over?" you asked in a reserved manner.

spencer felt his heart swell at the thought of you needing his help. it made him feel wanted, and needed. for such an independent, strong woman to need him he felt as though it was more him that needed to check up on you.

"i wouldn't mind at all," he replied with an apparent grin.

"oh my gosh, you're a life saver. could you stay the weekend? i just... i just really need the help," you admitted with a chuckle to hide the disappointment.

"yea. sure. i can stay the weekend," he agreed happily. "i'll be there in 15 minutes."

he grabbed his go bag and ran to the nearest convenient store to grab some of your favorite snacks.

you popped a pain killer in your mouth in an attempt to ease the pain a bit more while spencer was with you.

he used his spare key to get inside and set the bag of goodies on your living room table.

"y/n?" spencer called out in an attempt to find you.

"hey, spence," you said as you peeked out of the bathroom after putting the painkillers back into your cabinet.

you wobbled out of the bathroom, clutching your side as you took each step. spencer felt horrible watching you in pain while doing something as simple as walking.

"hi. how're you feeling? wait, that's kind of a stupid question considering..." he rolled his eyes at his response as he met you about as soon as you stepped out of the restroom and wrapped your free arm around his shoulder so he could help you finish the trek to your living room.

"i'm feeling better than i was yesterday, which i would definitely consider a success," you feigned a smile.

he knew you were probably dulling down how bad you felt by trying to shed some light on whatever you could. you've always tried to avoid pity as much as you could, reasonably so. he just wished you would be straight forward with him.

"y/n, i know you're trying to downsizing how bad you feel by diverting my attention to something more positive. how are you feeling now," spencer corrected his question as he helped you ease onto the couch.

"shitty. i feel shitty," you said, looking down at your hands and paying around with them. "i just feel bad for dragging you away from your vacation. we rarely get time off, and the one time we do i take up your time. it just doesn't seem fair for you," you explained as spencer sat down beside you.

"you aren't a burden, y/n," spencer consoled as he placed a hand on your lower thigh. "i'm glad you called me to help you. i'm glad that i'm spending my vacation time with you. don't ever think that it isn't fair for me, because i truly enjoy spending time with you. okay?"

you took a deep breath, trying to take in the environment around you. placing your hand atop his, you interlaced your fingers and bent your head down to lean onto his shoulder.

"thank you, spencer," you sighed deeply. "for everything."

"it's no problem at all," he replied as he placed a kiss on the top of your head, leaning his cheek down to rest on your head. "oh! i brought you your favorite snacks!" he exclaimed.

you lifted your head off his shoulder as he jumped up to retrieve the bag of goodies. he sat back down and began unboxing the snacks in an amusing manner.

"ohh, just you wait until i show you the last one!" he said as he pulled out your favorite chips on the coffee table.

he then followed by revealing your favorite drinks, favorite spicy snack, and finally, after a long drumroll, he revealed your favorite candy.

"spencer walter reid, i think i'm in love," you said as you placed a kiss on his cheek.

you didn't realize what you'd said or done until the time had passed. you bit your lip softly after removing your lips from his cheek, noticing the smile and blush growing on his face.

he wanted that kiss to be a couple inches to the left, right in the center of his face, right on his lips. he wanted you to mean it when you told him you were in love with him.

and you wanted that too.

"i knew i was doing good," he smirked.

that comment made his gut twist in a way it hasn't in a long time. he didn't know if you meant what you had said, he's never been good at social ques. but even then, the way you blushed and bit your lip as if you had revealed something told him something different.

"hmm, now that's downsizing it," you countered, a laugh erupting from both yours and spencer's chest. "how about we dig in? i haven't eaten much since the hospital since it's kinda hard to get around."

"how could i refuse?" spencer quipped as he reached for the chips, opening them and placing one in his mouth and offering the bag to you.

you and him sat on the couch and talked for a while. he mentioned the theories of relativity and how einstein even developed it. you were engrossed by his rants and monologues, mesmerized by his tone and voice.

the way his throat would get raspy the longer he had been talking, not even that would stop him from getting his message across. he's always been a determined guy, something you've found attractive in him. he's not really one to give up. he's quite resilient, and makes for really good conversation as well.

you both had even decided to watch a movie. he convinced you to finally watch star trek with him, mostly because you had never seen it and he looked so damn cute trying to convince you to go on that journey with him.

spencer didn't feel like he was even missing out on the lecture when he was with you. in fact, he didn't even remember he had wanted to go. he was too entranced by you to notice.

the hours that went by felt like it went by far too quickly. by the time you looked at the clock, it was half past 11 pm., which also meant it was time for you to take your meds again and change your bandage.

"okay..." you sighed. "it's doctor time now," you grimaced at the thought of having to get up again.

"right!" he stood up from the couch and bent down to help you. "let's get you up," he said as he wrapped your arm around his shoulder and his underneath your armpit, wanting to avoid the incision.

you were able to smell his aroma, the warmth his scent provided to you, the comfort it ensued, the distraction it so graciously offered from the pain that wreaked havoc on your mind. it transported you to a place where you were too preoccupied by the smell of coffee and burnt vanilla to notice the pain even if it was just for a few minutes.

he helped you sit on your bathroom counter as he got your meds and the bandages you guided him to retrieve.

"so can i-or you- or just.. we need to remove your shirt," he stuttered out, already feeling nervous at the thought of seeing what was underneath your shirt.

you were silently thanking yourself for putting on a good bra today as you subtlety leaned back and lifted your arms up for him to remove your shirt.

his eyes tried their best to avoid looking at your chest. although he definitely wished he could, he knew it wasn't right because of how you were inured right now. instead, he opted to look at the injury, trying to assess the stages of healing.

"okay, the stitches look good, although they do look rather irritated," he said as he gently ran his hands around the cut.

his touch brought shivers to your body, and he noticed the goosebumps from your body betraying you.

"so... i just need to not wear a shirt for the next few days?" you asked with your brows raised. "or are you just trying to see me walk around topless for a while?" you laughed enthusiastically, wincing as your muscles contracted round the stabbing.

"hey, hey, hey..." spencer said grabbing your face to help you concentrate on something else. "i'm gonna put the medication on the wound now, so we should talk about something to distract you now. any recommendations?" he said as he grabbed the ointment the doctor prescribed.

"so, what were your plans for the break? anything special?" you asked as he dabbed some of the medication on.

you ended up squirming slightly as he continued to apply it. spencer noticed your discomfort quickly, so he offered you his hand to hold and squeeze as you felt the pain.

"umm actually there was one thing, but i don't think that'll work out anymore," he admitted as he felt your hand squeeze gently.

"wh-what was that? your plans?" you asked softly.

"jane goodall was lecturing," he said, only revealing enough to not make you feel so guilty.

"jane goodall doesn't lecture very often. i'm pretty sure that was today, right? it was downtown DC," you clarified, brows furrowing in the process.

of course you would know that. you liked goodall, too. he knew that look on your face and he should've known better than to say anything at all.

"yea. it was today," he smiled as he thought of the day he spent with you instead of a famous scientist.

you squeezed his hand harder and leaned back with your eyes wide at the revelation, mouth parted slightly.

"spencer, you didn't," you sad solemnly, sighing as the guilt flooded through you.

"don't worry about it. i wanted to help you," he said, lifting your head up by your chin to look him in the eyes.

"she rarely lectures anymore. that was probably her last one, spence. you missed it because of me," you said with an eyeroll, upset that he would do something so reckless. "for a genius you're kinda stupid."

love makes you stupid, spencer thought to himself.

"i would rather make sure you're okay and well taken care of than see her work," he tried to convince you as you shook your head in defiance.

"since when did you think that doing that would be the right choice, spence? why did you do that?" you pushed his shoulder back gently as you furrowed your brows slightly in confusion.

"y/n..." he trailed off, feeling the nerves eating at him as you raised your eyebrows in question. "i-i um... iminlovewithyou," he spurted out.

"what?" you asked him, not understanding what he said.

"i... am... in love..." he took a deep breath, avoiding eye contact, "with you."

this time you grabbed him by his face and pulled him into yours, your lips colliding. he was tense at first, not realizing what was going on, but very soon relaxed at your touch.

he placed his hand on the side of your face as he brought the other to the back of your head, deepening the kiss. you wrapped one of your hands into his hair, playing with his beautiful locks as you continued the kiss.

after a few more seconds, you both pulled back from one another for a breath.

"i love you too, spencer," you said with a smile.

"let's finish putting this medication on, then we can talk about that some more," he said as he placed the bandage on your wound gently, not wanting to further hurt you.

"so... that's why you missed that lecture, huh?" you questioned with a smirk.

"well," he replied, "that and i promised you i would never leave you. even if there is a famous scientist lecturing right near us."

@averyhotchner @greenprisca @muffin-cup

#spencer reid #spence #spencer #spencer x reader #spencer walter reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction

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ophelia has never actually been in a nord city or interacted with many people who aren't reach natives, so a lot of little things about them confuse her (esp when she first meets lucien)

alexi always complains about nord men hitting on her and calling her beautiful, and she feels like she can't quite explain to them why it's so offensive to her. every time she hears about it, filly is genuinely BOGGLED at how rude it is. she genuinely can't wrap her head around the idea that nords consider it a compliment

when the gang gets invited to a feast at namira's coven, lucien is like, "uhhh i'll pass." filly always finds his reactions so bizarre, and she asks him, "are all imperials this squeamish?" he doesn't know how to explain to her that no, a lot of other people have pretty strong stomachs, but you're literally eating human flesh and that's a step beyond anyone's metric.

when she first meets lucien, she can easily tell that he likes her girlfriend, but when she brings it up to tease him, he obviously is really worried it pisses her off. he scrambles to say that he'd never do anything to get in the way of the two women's relationship and she's like "?? why would you being interested in alexandria bother me at all?" cause the concept of strict monogamy is bizarre to her

at first, she thinks lucien is really weird and awkward because of how he avoids physical contact and seems to keep his distance a lot of the time. whenever alexi throws an arm over his shoulder or climbs on his back or sits in his lap, he gets super flustered and doesn't know what to do with himself. his hands hover over he body rather than touch her directly, if he can help it. he's like that with everyone in the coven, even as they warm up to him. when ophelia brings it up, he tells her imperials aren't as casual with skinship and touch as the reachfolk seem to be, and she's like "?? what else even is there..... do u not like have friends?"

the reachfolk are much more direct and much less "polite" than imperials, so she never vibed with lucien's little sarcastic, passive aggressive comments. one time, she grabbed him by the shoulder, looked him in the eye, and told him, "look, if you don't like me, just call me a bitch to my face and tell me what you want me to do instead." he thought she was pissed at him at first, but she was genuinely trying to tell him that it's okay to communicate with her rather than act all fussy like this.

lucien mentions that honey seems to be really disobedient and rowdy, and ophelia is really confused by his tone bc he says it like it's a bad thing. "parents are meant to guide and protect their kids, not control them." she's a little horrified to hear about how children are expected to behave in other cultures.

when she started to warm up to him, she started getting him to help around more in the coven rather than do his own thing. at first, he thought she was angry with him for something and wanted to work him to the bone and boss him around to vent out her frustrations. alexi had to explain to him that this is her recognizing him as an honorary member of their group and a respected guest, by letting him contribute and valuing what he brings to the table rather than sidelining him. ophelia is really baffled when he explains how different hospitality is in cyrodiil.

when she went to whiterun for the first time (long story), her brain was fried as she watched people interact with the jarl. she herself is the coven leader and the next in line as matriarch, and the idea of being treated that way makes her feel icky. the whole concept of respectability politics and the right ways to conduct yourself with authority figures is so drastically different from what she's used to. (this is a whole post all on its own, so i'll leave it there)

#cozy speaks #lucien flavius #gen: ophelia & lucien #oc: ophelia #their dynamic would just be. so much fun.#the culture shock they get from being in the same room is so funny to me #but as they grow to understand each other they'd be such good friends #im also debating putting this in my reachfolk lore tag just bc it's a lot of my headcanons abt their culture #uhhhh sure why not <3 #series: the madmen of the reach

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Hey bro, I hope you're doing well🥺💖 if your hcs are open, could you do hcs with bucci gang and a s/o getting catcalled/street harassed (only if this is not a trigger for you obviously)? I am upset 🙂🙂🙂...ANYWAy I love you sOoo much Morgane

This is extremely late my apologies but dw I don’t mind writing for sensitive topics such as this one!!! Behavior like this absolutely enrages me and you have all the rights to be upset because it’s fuckin vile. It goes without saying but tw harassment yadda yadda.

Bruno:

- He’s usually freakishly good at masking his true feelings and overall keeping his calm under pressure, but if he were to actually witness you getting catcalled he’s going to go lowkey sicko mode. His motherly/protective instincts kick in and he’s instantly death glaring the person who dared wrong you like that right on his weary watch. Honestly he’d feel like throwing a fit even if it didn’t happen before his very eyes. No, he’d be EVEN more enraged if you’d just come home one day and tell him that since he wasn’t there to intervene.

- At this point he doesn’t even have to do much, all that it takes is for Bruno to shoot said person a quick murderous glare then tell them to beat it and they’ll instantly fuck off not even 2 seconds later. After they are out of scene, he flips back to his usual calm and polite self (the d u a l i t y of man) as he proceeds to check up on you by asking if that asshole’s words managed to get to you. Hell, this man is going to be comforting you for hours and wouldn’t let go of you unless you were absolutely certain you were feeling at least just a little better.

- No matter your response, Bruno is going to pull you into his arms and firmly let you know that he’ll never let anyone hurt you. As long as he lives and he’s by your side he’s going to fight whoever dares to bother you, you have his absolute word for it. Normally he’d at first try solving the issue through diplomatic means but there’s just something about catcalling that utterly enrages him and makes him lose control for a few seconds, let alone if it’s his partner we’re talking about. Tl;dr: dont fucking make the mistake of wronging his s/o, he’ll fucking end you.

Giorno:

- Just like Bruno, but 3 times more menacing if that’s even possible. If Bruno managed to hold himself back just a bit and didn’t let his anger COMPLETELY consume him in that moment, our dear aries right here is quite the opposite. Sure it’s not like he’s going to throw said person into a death loop of despair (although that’s the first thing that would cross his mind), but in that second Gio wouldn’t really be able to mask his emotions like he usually does.

- If it happened before his eyes, that person is as good as dead. He merely steps in between you two, hooks an arm around your waist and “kindly” asks said person to repeat themselves since he’s not sure whether he heard them correctly or not the first time. At this point the person in question would already be getting lowkey uneasy since Gio’s aura and overall presence would be goddamn menacing, and so they’d be beating it in due time after he throws them a cold glare and tells them to never speak to you in this way ever again.

- Akin to Bruno, he’d revert back to his usual calm self right after that asshole leaves then ever so gently he’d check up on you and tell you that you should ignore their dirty, meaningless words and that he’ll be there to protect you always. That day Gio would try his best at keeping you preoccupied and cheering you up since he wouldn’t want you to think of this experience again. He’d put on an unbothered mask for you but deep down he’d still be fuming at the thought of another person just...insulting someone like that. Not only a random someone, but HIS beloved.

Abbacchio:

- Straight up shoves his fist in front of their face, I ain’t even joking. The second he hears them whistling and saying some dumb dirty shit he’s instantly walking over to them whilst seeing fucking red and asking if they have a problem with HIS partner. As said person would desperately try explaining themselves, Abbacchio would merely scowl then threaten to beat the fuck out of them if they don’t fuck outta here in the next 3 seconds.

- He’d be highkey scary threatening that person like that but would then try calming himself down in order to be able to actually think rationally again and check up on you. By the time he’d walk over you and grab your shoulders whilst asking if you’re alright, poor Abba would still be breathing heavily, his cheeks tinted red from the previous intense anger episode. He’d immediately escort you away from the place where the harassment happened as he’d keep reassuring you that you’re safe now with him here.

- That day Abba would keep replaying that episode inside his head over and over because he simply cannot understand how someone could just speak to a stranger in such a horrible way, and the thought of you getting insulted like that is enough to send him into a fit of anger, let alone if you were actually touched by said person. He’s absolutely ready to square up for you 25/8 and, although he’s not the best with words, he’s going to make sure that you’re feeling better and would keep cuddling and comforting you for as long as you need in an attempt to make you forget about the incident.

Mista:

- Makes a damn scene and rightfully so. He’s already a very touchy guy even in public, so the fact that the person in question clearly saw the both of you together and STILL decided to hit on you absolutely enrages him. Hell, even if you were alone what do they think gives them the right to talk to someone else like that??? Mista cannot wrap his head around it and at this point he doesn’t even try to anymore, he’s full on f u m i n g. He already took on some fuckers that were harassing a poor woman in the past and will gladly do it again for his partner.

- Whether he was there when it happened or not, you bet your ass that Mista is going to go on a rant and insult that person’s entire bloodline, mostly using italian curse words of course. He’d hate himself for not being there to properly protect you if it happened when you were alone, but if we’re talking about him actually WITNESSING that scene then it’s game fucking o v e r. Mista would just go like “O I” then waltz towards that rude ass with his fist clenched and brows tightly knitted together in sheer anger. He’d be screaming his ass off at that person telling them to never get near you again, calling them out on their bs right in front of everyone else on the damn street.

- He wouldn’t be afraid to legit fight them whilst everyone was watching either so you’d most likely have to drag his ass away from there or else he’d end up fucking killing them or something. Mista would need some time to come down from his rage episode but when he does he’s going to be apologizing over and over for his outburst, quite literally crushing you into his arms afterwards and trying not to fucking cry whilst telling you how much he loves you and how he’s going to beat up anyone else that tries wronging you like that again. Expect him to be EVEN more clingy than usual for the next few hours as well since he can get v e r y protective over you.

Fugo:

- As expected, probably the one that erupts the worst. If you thought Mista and Abbacchio threw a scene honey you ain’t seen s h i t. The second he hears that person call out to you in an insulting way he’s violently whipping his head around towards them, his jaw clenched and hands trembling with anger. In that second said person knows they F U C K E D U P because Fugo starts screaming his ass off and calling them all sorts of colorful insults.

- Just like in Mista’s case you’d have to hold him down or else he can and WILL kill them. Fugo has absolutely 0 patience and regard for people that do this also because of personal reasons, so it would almost be ptsd inducing for the poor man. Not only would he be utterly enraged with such behavior directed at a total stranger (who also happened to be his beloved mind you), but it would also remind him of some past experiences he wished he could forget.

- Afterwards Fugo will be unusually clingy and significantly more open with his feelings, telling you over and over how he’ll stop at nothing to protect you and constantly expressing his love for you through gentle touches and soft words. He’s normally extremely shy when it comes to showing affection, but after this he’d feel an overwhelming need to be there for you and comfort you through your distress, swearing that he’ll protect you no matter what and that you shouldn’t care for such heinous comments coming from an uneducated rude ass.

Narancia:

- At first is flabbergasted and tries to process what that person just said. Did he hear that right?? Are they really serious?? Did they really just dare to mess with Y O U???? That’s it, Narancia is angrily stomping towards the scene, throwing an arm around your shoulders whilst straight up bullying your harasser for their disgusting behavior. Now if said person tries mocking him that would be their last mistake because Narancia can and WILL throw goddamn fists regardless of who’s watching.

- He’ll tell off anyone that bothered you then smother you in hugs and spoil you with anything you wanted in an attempt to cheer you up. He’s also a surprisingly good listener so you can pretty much pour your heart out at him for he will sit through it all then proceed to comfort and hug you plenty. He may be smol but Narancia has no fear of fighting for his close ones, so he’ll let you know that whenever someone else starts bs you should immediately call him.

- He doesn’t like dwelling in the negative feelings and will instruct you on doing the same. Basically, he’ll try getting your mind off of things to the best of his abilities and is going to constantly be encouraging and reassuring you. Narancia is pretty much a walking serotonin machine who will be your emotional support human as well as your “bodyguard” because he really likes to pride himself in protecting and keeping you safe.

#JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #Vento Aureo #bucci gang #jojo headcanons #headcanons #anon #tw

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Gun Metal and Daisies (Thomas Shelby)- Chapter 4

A second encounter that was not any better.

Masterlist

For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.

So collapse.

Crumble.

This is not your destruction.

This is your birth.

Dorothy awoke with a snap. Quite literally, a snap. As her head twisted out of it's awkward position resting on her hand, her neck made a rather painful and wince-worthy crack. Bringing her hand up to the side of her neck, she softly caressed the tender spot.

It was only when her eyes stammered open did she remember the events of the night prior. If she was being honest, she didn't know how to describe what had happened.

Strange?

Despite the small panic that settled in her stomach, she shrugged off the fog that clouded her brain and stretched her limbs, flinching at the sound of the joints popping and cracking.

"Note to self to never sleep sitting up ever again."

Looking around the room she was in again, she noted that the man from the night prior was no longer there. No traces of him except the now half empty bottle of whiskey in the liquor cabinet.

Eyeing her camera on the table, she picked up the awkward contraption, inspecting it in her palms. By the looks of it, it had been fixed, she admired the handy work of who she could only assume was the rude man she had met.

The panic that had only been dormant a few seconds prior, now bubbled to the surface as she remembered this was not her home and her father did not know where she was.

Deciding to not dwell any longer in this strange house that she didn't like, she slipped her wellie boots on and strolled to the door, not glancing back as she left the confines of the -in her words- offensive building.

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Thomas Shelby was not a man to dwell on the past. Deciding the moment he stepped back in the Garrison, the day he returned from France, that the past, could only affect the future; dare he cared for the future. The past was not his concern, nor was the future.

So it was no wonder that as soon as he stepped out of the small confines of the safe house that Thomas Shelby forgot of the woman he spent the night in the same room with.

He didn't think about the curves of her face or the way the hair fell in front of her eyes; he didn't think of the way she pulled the front of her fringe back together every time it set out of place; he didn't think of the way the woman seemed so infatuated by the woods and the prospect of him having a house on the outskirts of which offended her to the point she threatened him -even if the threat was pathetic-.

No, he didn't think about any of those things.

Walking into the betting shop, he pulled his mind away from not thinking about her.

He stomped into his office, taking a look at his paper work, stacked higher than he would have liked but when legitimate business settles nicely into the company, he realises this will be easy weekend work compared to what's to come.

He rubbed the need for sleep from his eyes and sat down slowly. Taking a deep breath, he picked up his pen and began writing.

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About a week had passed since the curious encounter the two individuals had.

It was now Saturday, Dorothy's last day of the long week before she can spend the day off tomorrow, once again prancing around with her camera.

Dorothy worked in a bakery, you see. She worked for a lovely slightly older lady who was almost sweeter than some of Dorothy's baked sweets. She hired Dorothy after she found it harder to work in the bakery all on her own. Dorothy would be lying if she said it was her dream job, but she couldn't deny that she loved the job with all her heart.

Today was clear-out day. Saturday was the day when Dorothy and Ms. P, the lovely ladies name, would work their hardest. While Ms. P spent most of the day inside the bakery, cooking up the more savoury and bulky produce; Dorothy was outside on the streets selling all of the baked goods that were left over from the week prior, before having to throw the food away.

Then, once Ms. P had finished her work, she left the keys for Dorothy and she baked all the sweets for the week. It was a good system and benefitted the bakery greatly.

The bakery was located in some of the more populated and nicer -if there is one- places in Small Heath. Dorothy never encountered any trouble, in fact, quite the opposite.

Dorothy had earned a small reputation among frequent market goers. Her sweets and sweeter smiles attracted all kinds of customers. Famous for her cute and creative names, she'd coined names such as: 'Pookie bears'-baked sweet bread, shaped like a bear; 'sweet circles'- doughnuts with a special added ingredient that no one had yet worked out; and finally the one she was most famous for, 'Bonny bunnies'- a small cake that stood upright in the shape of a rabbit, with a filling of chocolate or jam in the middle.

As well as being an adoring girl, she was also very caring. She found herself during the week, often leaning over the counter to give her buyers sweet and caring words as they explained to her their woes. She was deeply empathetic, and even though it got her down sometimes, she carried on, knowing that the world will keep moving forward and she had to keep up.

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Thomas marched through the streets of Small Heath. People seemed to fly out of the way of his path, pushing their young children to the side.

The market becoming a bit quieter as he walked past. Thomas didn't bat an eye. At least he didn't until he heard the screams of a woman and the running group of boys charging in his direction. They were sniggering to each other as they tossed around a bag of what looked to be bread and an assortment of other items.

He would have just kept marching if one of the bodies of the boys hadn't crashed into his.

'Oh shit' everyone thought, probably.

The boy stumbled back, clutching the clearly stolen bag of food to his chest.

His friends scampered off, fearful of the events about to take place.

The boy stammered out, "uh-uhm, Mr Shelby, s-sir. I'm so sorry -uhm- I, um."

Thomas hated petty criminals. These boys clearly did not need to steal, not at all, but did it anyway for the supposed thrill.

Thomas was about to make a move, when very quickly, a woman came tumbling through of the crowd, out of breath.

"Hey!" She panted, "that's not very nice!"

The statement itself did not seem very intimidating, but with the heartbreak and disbelief apparent in her voice made you feel as though you had kicked a puppy. The boy might as well have with the way she saw it.

The woman stepped forward, ignoring the Shelby man and standing next to the boy.

"If you would be so kind as to give back my sweets, that would be highly appreciated, thank you very much" she held out her hand expectingly as the boy meekly placed the bag back in her hand.

"Now I don't want to see you stealing from me or anyone else again, you hear me mister? It's very rude and there are many better ways of spending your day." Her tone like a disappointed mother, scolding a child. Usually petty crimes like this were dealt with in a harsher way than this, but by the look in the boys face, it seemed to do just the job. "Now go on, run along, I don't want to see you or your friends faces unless you are buying from my shop." She put a hand on his shoulder, "Most are only 2 pence, you'd enjoy them more if it was honest earned food."

She patted his shoulder and he scampered away, avoiding the Shelby man who had watched the whole encounter silently.

It was only now that she looked up and noticed the man. Her eyes glaring up at him as he scrutinised her under his gaze.

"Oh. Hello again." Her voice seemingly cheery but the look on her face said otherwise to the man she wasn't too fond of, standing in front of her.

Without so much as a hello back, the Shelby man inquired, "so you're just going to let him go? Eh?"

"Well yes. He is only young and will learn that bad things will always come to bite him back." She stated stiffly.

Those words somehow sent a shiver up Thomas' spine. Recollecting all of the horrible things he had done.

Nodding in agreement, he said nothing else.

The movement in the streets seemed to have resumed as the two stood there in the streets, just gazing at each other.

A weird crossover, but not an unwelcome one.

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AND ANOTHER ONE!

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Feedback and comments are wanted.

See ya next time!

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