#i'm actually half asleep while writing this. oops

[hiddencarpet]

I Don't think i'll leave Tumblr just yet. At least i could toggle the option. Tbh i fear it's going to be simply the new big trend in corrupted corporations trying to fidn a way to sell our souls. Really wis the toggle was automatic :/

if anyone would like my other social media though, here they are in the carrd:

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among the links: Pilowfort, Artfol, Picarto, Bluesky

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[posh--bee]

hotel room revelations || Spencer Reid

pairing → Spencer Reid x Reader

summary → While on a case, you have to not only share a hotel room but also a bed with the BAU's resident genius Spencer Reid whom you have had a crush on since he first joined the FBI. When you wake up during the night with his arms wrapped around you, previously hidden feelings come to light and you realize that your unrequited feelings for him might not be so unrequited after all.

warnings → sharing a bed, love confessions, early seasons!Spencer, insecure!Spencer, misunderstandings, friends to lovers, reader is part of the BAU, no descriptions or pronouns used for the reader, no y/n used

author’s note → I love the "there was only one bed" trope so of course I had to write it with my beloved genius. I'm so happy to finally finish another fic again so let me know what you think about it! <3 (forgot to post this fic and now my cm obsession fizzled out, oops. But I know it will come back to haunt me sooner or later)

word count → 5.2k

When you wake up in the middle of the night, you’re not too happy about it and not sure who or what to blame for it.

You grumble your dissatisfaction without opening your eyes and the warm body behind you freezes.

Now you’re a little confused and you try to fight off the urge to just drift off again so you can actually form a coherent thought because you don’t remember going to sleep with someone else by your side last night. But thinking is still a little difficult when you’re half-asleep and it takes you an embarrassingly long time to even remember if you’re in your own bedroom right now or in another state in some sort of hotel room because of work, so your memory is not the most reliable source of help at the moment.

The someone behind you still holding you in their arms seems to get a little impatient and tries to slowly move away from you again but you don’t let them, instinctively grabbing their hand that is resting softly against your stomach and interlacing your fingers with theirs to keep it there. You hear a startled little sound close to your ear and feel the someone behind you going rigid, even holding their breath in surprise. Feeling bad about spooking your bedmate so suddenly, you apologize by soothingly stroking up and down their arm that is draped over your waist before going back to holding their hand. You don’t want them to let go of you even though you’re still not quite sure who exactly they actually are—but you’re still working on that.

What you do know, however, is that they’re warm and holding you in a gentle embrace and that you feel very safe and secure in their arms. And that you don’t want it to end.

You smile to yourself in satisfaction when you feel the someone gradually relaxing against you once more and you can finally pick up that derailed train of thought of yours to figure out where you are and why you’re not alone in bed.

But that’s when the someone behind you decides to speak up and solve the mystery at last.

“I… I’m really sorry, but I have to move. My arm’s completely fallen asleep…”

Oh. That’s right.

His voice is quiet, timid even and still laced with sleep, and suddenly you’re feeling a lot more awake than just moments before, your heart immediately picking up speed as you remember how you and Spencer ended up in the same bed together.

You’re currently in a little hotel room in a city halfway across the country because of a case JJ had presented you the day before. Five bodies with a sixth person still missing and the local police had decided to ask for the BAU’s help to stop whoever is responsible for these crimes. Spencer and you started to work on the geographical profile while the rest of the team drove to the scenes of crime and talked to the victims’ families. After working until the middle of the night but without making any considerable progress anymore, Hotch decided it was time to go to the hotel, rest, and return to the case after a good night’s sleep.

The hotel was pretty booked already when you boarded the jet so when you arrived at last in the lobby, exhaustion already weighing heavy on your shoulders and your eyelids dangerously heavy, the team was told they had to share rooms and even ended up with a room with a double bed instead of two single ones.

When JJ first announced this little circumstance at first, you really couldn’t care less. Somehow, your tired brain didn’t really consider that you would be one of the people staying in the room with a double bed and much less who would be the other person with you. But when Morgan sauntered over to you, letting the key ring spin around his finger, a wicked gleam in his eyes, you knew nothing good would come of it.

With a smirk he pressed the keys into your hand and announced that you and Spencer would be the lucky pair to share the room with the double bed, giving you a wink that made you want to kill him just a little bit. Morgan knows very well about your little, not all that serious crush on your coworker and makes a point to tease you about it whenever he can, which, unfortunately for you, is very often. Your only consolation is that Spencer is too oblivious to pick up on it even though Derek makes sure everyone and their mother knows how you feel about the young doctor. He obviously claims it’s only because he’s playing cupid and can’t stand the two of you dancing around each other for eternity, but you know for a fact that he’s obviously doing it for his own entertainment as well. Besides, playing cupid only gets you so far when only one person has feelings for the other one—which you’re painfully aware is the case for you and Spencer.

With an especially dirty eyeroll you grabbed the keys and turned to look at Spencer who gave you one of his signature tight-lipped awkward smiles. He didn’t look very happy at the prospect of having to share not only a room but also a bed with you and you tried your hardest not to take it personally. You know Spencer values his personal space so having to spend this and the following nights with another person next to him is nothing to look forward to for him—even if it’s with a good friend.

You masked your disappointment and bruised feelings with a small smile of your own and led the way toward the elevators at the end of the hotel lobby, pointedly ignoring Morgan’s teasing voice telling you to have a good night. You silently swore to yourself that you would get back at him for all of this when the case was solved and over, but right now you were more worried about surviving the next few nights of having Spencer so close to you yet completely out of your reach.

Dealing with your unrequited feelings for the young doctor on a daily basis wasn’t always easy for you but you contended yourself with being his coworker and friend even though it hurt more than you cared to admit. In the beginning, you hoped that your feelings would go away if you just ignored them—after all, it was just a stupid little crush on your adorable and dorky new coworker. But as time went on, and you were still plagued by an eruption of butterflies in your stomach whenever Spencer smiled at you, or accidentally brushed your hand with his when handing you a pen or a cup of coffee, or just stood near you for an extended period of time, you had to admit to yourself that your feelings for him were far more serious than you anticipated at first. The thought of just confessing to Spencer had crossed your mind a lot at this point, to get it off your chest, but the possibility of him rejecting you and losing one of your best friends in the process scared you too much to actually go through with it.

And before you knew it Spencer went on a date with JJ and made out with a gorgeous blonde actress in her pool and flirted with pretty barkeepers, and that was proof enough for you that keeping your feelings to yourself was the right course of action which didn’t mean it saved you from heartbreak or feeling sorry for yourself.

You started to distract yourself with alcohol and attractive strangers between cases, collecting fleeting memories with partners who never really helped you forget the one person who was always on your mind and in your heart. You went on like this until you could hardly look at yourself in the mirror anymore, feeling disgusted and ashamed of yourself, knowing that it would only get worse but still not stopping, telling yourself it was the price you had to pay for not having to spend the nights all by yourself. It was until you drunkenly stumbled into the apartment of yet another stranger, hurriedly opening buttons and zippers, carelessly tossing clothes to the floor, giggling when the stranger’s lips connected to yours despite feeling sick to your stomach. You saw it only when the stranger moved to press open-mouthed kisses to your neck; a photo of the stranger’s family, beautiful children and an adoring partner smiling brightly for the camera, and you wondered if you would ignore this too now that you have seen it, like you ignored the noticeable mark on the stranger’s finger where a wedding ring was clearly missing.

You felt faint when you pushed against the stranger’s shoulders, almost falling over your own two feet leaving the apartment only to find yourself in a part of town you were completely unfamiliar with in the middle of the night. Not knowing what else to do, you called Morgan who picked you up sitting on the curb, looking and feeling pathetic with tearstains on your face. He simply raised his eyebrows at you and wordlessly helped you into his car before driving back to his place. There, he gently wrapped you up in a blanket and cuddled with you on his old sofa for the entire length of three feel-good chick flicks all while alternating between handing you spoons of ice cream and tissues to dry your tears, listening to you in the early hours of the morning spilling your guts to him.

Thankfully, he never talked to you about that night again and you were grateful for it; otherwise, you would probably die on the spot from all the shame and embarrassment it would trigger in you. You had still apologized for inconveniencing him like this, staring at his shoes while stumbling over your words, fingernails biting into the palm of your hands. But Derek acted like he didn’t know what you were talking about, flashing you one of his defeating handsome smiles and you knew that all was good between you two, he was still your friend and didn’t think any less of you, so you pulled him down to press a grateful kiss to his cheek.

It didn’t however save you from Derek wiggling his eyebrows at you whenever Spencer and you sat pressed shoulder to shoulder absorbed in case files or when the two of you would share headphones on the jet while returning home. You are used to it by now, simply sticking your tongue out at him or giving him the finger when Hotch and JJ aren’t looking, earning a good-natured laugh from Derek and a confused glance from Spencer, who, to your relief, never quite understands what the constant teasing between you and the older agent is about.

So yes, after seeking pointless comfort with strangers until the point you almost didn’t recognize yourself anymore, you now are at a point where you would say that generally, you are just fine with knowing that Spencer would never see you as anything other than a good friend and coworker.

But after an exhausting day working on a grueling case, having made close to zero progress on it, and having to share a hotel room and a bed with Spencer only to wake up to him holding you in his arms, you really wish the universe would give you a break one of these days so you could take the time to get over your feelings for your genius friend once and for all.

You sigh quietly, willing your racing heart and those malicious butterflies in your stomach to calm down before letting go of Spencer’s hand, trying your best to ignore the pang of disappointment. The feeling only worsens when Spencer moves away from you, carefully putting some distance between yourself and him, taking all his warmth with him and you can’t help but to curl into yourself at that.

You feel him settle on the other side of the bed, already missing his touch even as fleeting as it was, feeling wide awake and wondering how you will ever fall asleep again tonight after that—and the nights still to come.

“I’m so sorry for ambushing you like that,” Spencer’s quiet voice cuts through the silence of the room, his bashfulness palpable with every word. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t, Spence. Don’t worry.” Quite the opposite, but you keep that thought to yourself, opting for lightening the mood instead. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable. I mean, I had to share a bed with Emily before and I woke up to her having me in a chokehold so I prefer having you as my bedmate by a mile.”

You’re blessed with a little laugh from Spencer, your body relaxing against the unfamiliar mattress but still missing his closeness from before. You feel him shift on his side of the bed and can’t help but wonder if he too was more comfortable with holding you in his arms. But you quickly dismiss this silly thought of yours, knowing that indulging in false hopes and wishful thinking doesn’t save you from the reality that Spencer just doesn’t feel the same way as you.

“But I’m serious. You didn’t make me uncomfortable,” you reiterate after a moment of silence between the two of you, slowly turning around for a more comfortable position which isn’t in the slightest related to the fact that like this you are facing Spencer now. You can’t really make out his features in the darkness of the hotel room but maybe it’s for the best. Otherwise, you probably would give into the temptation of reaching out and brushing a few unruly curls of his behind his ear, your fingers softly lingering on his face just a tad too long.

“That’s—I’m glad…” His voice is quiet, almost distant, and you wonder if he’s already drifting off to sleep again. You couldn’t blame him for that. The day the two of you had was long and wearying, coming into work just to be presented with gruesome pictures from various crime scenes, discussing the UnSub’s profile and MO while being on the jet before being introduced to police officers and grieving family members alike, getting to work without a single break on your mind. If it wasn’t for these inconvenient feelings of yours that caused your heart rate to resemble that of someone who just ran a mile, you would probably feel as exhausted as Spencer is. But in your case, sleep is currently not really something you can think about when all you want is to curl up in his arms like before, feeling warm and safe and happy until the harsh reality of the next morning catches up with you again.

“Still, I’m sorry,” Spencer then whispers into the darkness, your name leaving his lips in a soft sigh, and you frown. There’s really nothing he has to apologize for and you want to tell him as much, but he’s faster than you, his words coming out in a self-conscious rush.

“I’m sorry that you are stuck here with me. I know you’d prefer being with Morgan instead and I’m sorry that he’s being such an idiot about all of this.”

Now you really don’t know what he’s talking about. What does Derek have to do with anything? But Spencer doesn’t let you voice your thoughts, only to confuse you even more.

“I-I know you like Morgan so you were probably hoping that he would just assign this room to himself and you, and I really don’t get why he’s so set on acting like he doesn’t have feelings for you as well. I get he’s not really someone who does relationships but he’s lucky that someone special like you is in love with him so—”

“Spencer, stop—” you suddenly interrupt this agitated rambling of his, trying to wrap your head around the fact that he’s somehow convinced you have feelings for your fellow agent. “Wha-What are you talking about? I’m not in love with Derek Morgan. We’re friends, but that’s really all there is to it. What on earth makes you think that I like him like that?”

You push yourself up on your elbow in your bewilderment, the sheet that covers you and Spencer falling from your shoulders in the process. You quickly turn around, turning on the light by your bedside, not believing what nonsense you just heard. Dumbfounded, you look at the genius lying beside you, his expression confused and apologetic in return.

“I’m—sorry?” he starts while sitting up slightly so the two of you are at eye level, his voice hesitant and uncertain. “I just thought… The two of you are always together, even outside of work, on the weekends. And you have all these little private jokes with Morgan and conversations that always stop whenever someone else gets closer. And he always makes you laugh and flustered, so I just figured—you know, that you like him more than just a friend or a coworker.”

He takes a deep breath and looks away, his fingers fiddling with the hem of the stiff hotel sheet while you can only stare at him open-mouthed.

“And I figured that he’s an idiot for not realizing that he’s the luckiest man on earth to have your heart.”

The silence in the dim hotel room stretches on while Spencer pointedly avoids meeting your eyes and you continue to stare at him, your mind still trying to process that he is convinced about your feelings for Morgan when your heart only belonged to Spencer for a long time now, when you wish for nothing but to wake up in his arms like you just did every day for the rest of your life.

You reach for him and grab his face, holding him in place when he’s startled by your sudden action and the intense eye contact, his eyes widening in confusion and shock but you don’t care. You can’t. There’s a sudden need in you for him to understand how wrong he is about your alleged feelings for Morgan, to make him see the truth that was always right in front of him.

So you resolutely look into his eyes, ignoring the subtle trembling of your fingers against his soft skin and the ringing of your own heartbeat in your ears. You’ve experienced explosions going off right next to you, you’ve cornered armed serial killers and ran into possibly lethal situations without a second thought, but somehow you’ve never been as fucking sacred as you are right now. You could ruin everything you have with Spencer with what you are about to say, but you can’t keep it in any longer. You need him to know how you feel about him, how you’ve felt about him for so long now.

“Spencer Reid, you listen to me. I am not in love with Derek Morgan, I never was and I never will be. I can’t believe you’d think that when I’ve been pining for you for literal years now! It’s always been you, I need you to know that. From the moment I saw you standing next to Gideon with that stupidly adorable sweater and that awkward smile of yours, I knew I was done for. So I never want to hear you say that I have feelings for Morgan when I’m in love with you!”

Your voice is shaking throughout your little speech, but you make it to the end, intently staring into Spencer’s eyes who looks back at you with such a stupidly shocked expression that you would’ve laughed at him if not for your heart beating so wildly against your ribcage that it physically hurt.

The silence that follows your confession is oppressive and all-consuming, and you let go of Spencer’s face so he doesn’t fall victim to your nervous urge to sink your fingernails into something. Instead, they bite into the skin of your forearms as you hug your midsection, watching the young genius open and close his mouth multiple times without making a sound, his eyes blinking rapidly.

Dejectedly, you nod to yourself, already putting together a list of romantic comedies in your mind Morgan will have to endure together with you while you pathetically sob into his shoulder, tissues and ice cream keeping you company on your little coffee table in front of the TV.

You didn’t really expect it to end any differently, but it still hurt more than you anticipated. Your eyes begin to sting and you close them, stubbornly fighting the urge to cry. You have enough time for that later, preferably when you’re not sharing a room with Spencer anymore and the case is over, so you take a couple of deep breaths to calm yourself before opening your eyes again.

Spencer is still looking at you with wide eyes, a noticeable blush adorning his cheeks. Any other time you would find this discovery incredibly endearing, but right now, with your heart in pieces and dangerously close to crying, it only reminds you that you can’t take your words back, that now he knows how you feel about him and that your relationship with him will never be the same again, even if the two of you stay friends.

You manage a meek smile that Spencer doesn’t return, and you wonder if his silent reaction to what you revealed to him could be a blessing in disguise after all. You want him to say something, anything, to you but at the same time you don’t know how well you and your bruised heart would handle hearing him say that he doesn’t feel the same way about you out loud.

What you do know is that you can’t stay here any longer, you need to get out of this room, out of this situation, now.

With one last look at Spencer, you avert your eyes, your voice quiet, tinged with regret.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper before sitting on the edge of the bed, your back now to him, only tilting your head back to speak in his direction. “I’ll ask the others if I can stay in one of their rooms for the night.”

You move to stand up and that’s what snaps Spencer out of his daze at last, hurriedly reaching for you before you can get up, much less process what is happening, one of his large hands on your arm while the other is cupping your jaw tenderly, almost hesitantly. The kiss he pulls you into then is the opposite of that. It’s urgent and desperate and completely steals your breath away, your heart leaping into your throat and your stomach lurching in confused delight. Still, it takes you a moment to kiss him back, entirely too overwhelmed to react, but when you do it’s just as urgent, just as desperate. Your teeth clank together slightly but you ignore it in favor of meeting Spencer’s tongue with your own, your head beginning to spin. You’re not sure if it’s from the kiss or the lack of oxygen but you really can’t care less about that at the moment, especially not when you swallow the appreciative groan that falls from Spencer’s lips as one of your hands finds its way into his curls and pulls not all too gently on them.

The kiss only breaks when you’re certain the two of you are running out of air completely but still Spencer whines quietly at the sudden loss of contact, following your lips until the hand in his hair tugs him back. You placate him with a quick peck to his nose before concentrating on calming your heavy breathing and frantically beating heart, your forehead softly resting against his.

You don’t protest when Spencer starts to pull you closer to him, letting him wrap his arms around you and guide you to settle in his lap, your head now resting on his shoulder, humming in contentment at the kiss he presses to the top of your head. You don’t say anything for a while, having no need for words, not when you feel Spencer’s heart mirror the rhythm of yours as you place your hand on his chest.

You look up at him when he covers your hand with his own and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand that makes your skin tingle pleasantly. His eyes swim with emotions but he doesn’t look away as you try to decipher all of them even though his blush reaches from the tip of his ears to somewhere underneath the soft shirt he wears. Your fingers itch to pull the collar of the shirt down a little, just to see how far that blush really goes when he quietly clears his throat, the bright smile on his pretty lips faltering slightly.

“I’m sorry for—for not saying anything just now. I couldn’t—I wasn’t sure you really meant what you said, I just couldn’t believe it wasn’t some sort of joke.”

You shift in his embrace, ready to repeat what you have said, to express what you feel for him until he is sick of hearing your voice, but before you can even open your mouth, he quickly steals a kiss from you, and then another one, effectively shutting you up and looking quite proud of himself too when he meets your eyes again. So you have no choice but to let him finish what he has to say like you always do, always giving him time to collect his thoughts and listening to him when he is ready to share them with you.

“But I know you would never lie to me, especially not about something like this and only then did I realize we could’ve been doing this years ago if I hadn’t been such an idiot and too blind to see what was in front of me all along because—because I’ve been in love with you for a long time now too.”

The smile that spreads on your face is so big it hurts your cheeks, radiant enough to challenge the whole sun and you have to twist your fingers into the front of Spencer’s shirt to pull him down to you so you can feel his lips on yours again. They’re soft and warm and real and when you part again the laugh that bubbles past his is like music to your ears, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

You lean further into him and his arms around you tighten in response, enjoying the comfortable silence in this unfamiliar hotel room for a little while longer before gently speaking up again.

“You’re not an idiot Spencer. How could you have known when I’ve always been too scared to say anything? But now I did and we’ve finally found each other, and from now on we can make up for lost time. What do you say, my pretty boy?”

The adoration shining clearly in his brown eyes tells you everything you need to know and you move in to kiss him once more, preferably without ever stopping again, but suddenly Spencer tenses against you, making you look up at him with a quizzical look.

You can’t stop the little groan that escapes you at his next words.

“You and Morgan—did you really never—?”

As your genius worries his bottom lip between his teeth you really wish Morgan would finally stop being a part of your conversation.

“I—I believe what you’ve said, that you don’t have feelings for him,” Spencer continues, “but I’d understand if at some point, you know—because the way you are around each other—"

“Spencer. Let’s not do this again,” you have to interrupt a second time this night, but not unkindly. “Yes, even though I have feelings for you I have slept with other people, but it never meant anything to me—in fact, it just made me feel so, so horrible. And when it comes to Morgan—he and I are friends and that is all there is to it. It’s true I spend a lot of time with him, that we have a lot of little inside jokes and private conversations just for our ears, but do you want to know what the one common factor is with all of these things? It’s you, Spence.”

You emphasize your words with a kiss to his jaw, easing the tentative look he gives you by gently running your fingers through his soft hair.

“Most of the time I spent with Derek was just me whining about how much I wish you were mine and how unfair it is how adorable you look whatever you do and how smart and kind and pretty you are, and that you probably tried to kill me when you wore your glasses to work every day for some time. It’s honestly a miracle Morgan didn’t also develop a crush on you by sheer proximity to me, like through osmosis. He had to listen to me for years pining about you so he gets back at me for it by teasing me relentlessly about you, so I’ll have you know that all of our funny little private jokes are actually at my expense. My point is, even if Morgan would’ve wanted to start something with me—which he never did by the way—, he, and those other people too, never stood a chance because I only ever had eyes for you, Spence.”

“Oh.”

Spencer shakes his head in disbelief but he’s grinning like a fool with his cheeks and ears painted cherry red. He’s quick to hide his face in your hair, too overwhelmed by the sincerity in your voice and you think that now your genius finally, finally understands. But still, you would continue to reassure him about your feelings if his insecurities should get the better of him again, understanding that he doesn’t doubt you but that the voice in his head sometimes isn’t the kindest to him and that everything about this is very new to him.  

You close your eyes, your head resting comfortably against his shoulder until you’re on the brink of falling asleep, the comfortable and content silence of the hotel room and the steady rise and fall of Spencer’s chest steadily lulling you to sleep. After the long day you’ve had and the excitement of this night, exhaustion has now caught up with you and if the big yawn that escapes Spencer is any indication, he is feeling its effect as well.

You’re vaguely aware of Spencer reaching over to turn off the bedside lamp before moving the both of you to lay down together, shifting and coordinating limbs until you’re both comfortable with him holding you in his arms, his hand resting softly on your stomach and your fingers interlacing with his.

You smile to yourself, knowing that from now on you’ll have the privilege of falling asleep like this every night—in the arms of your beloved genius.

[malereadermaniac]

Go to bed ~ Leon Kuwata x Male Reader

Leon trying to flirt word count: 650 m!reader (no genitalia mentioned) / FDNI

It was early in the evening, 9pm sharp

You'd been scrolling mindlessly on tiktok for the past hour

You come across a video you felt you just needed to share, so you post it on your Insta story

Hoping you can making your friends giggle at it

Of course, Sayaka replies to it, and the two of you spiral into a conversation

But halfway through your convo with Sayaka, you get a message from none other than Leon

You and Leon were good friends, you liked the red-head, you went to hid games and cheered him on louder than anyone else

He fucking loved it when he heard your voice in the crowd

Leon had recently realised he had the fattest crush on you, so he did what any reasonable person would do and asked a friend for help

However, that friend he asked was Mondo.

Who encouraged Leon to talk to you as much as he could and to try exert dominance

"Cause a guy like (y/n) would totally love a dominant typa guy ya know?" - verbatim Mondo's advice to Leon

You end your conversation with Sayaka and go check what Leon sent you

It was a short reply to your story

"Go to bed, it's late"

You audibly chuckled, you looked at the time on your phone

It was barely 9:30

What the hell was Leon on to be going to bed so early?

"Bro it's 9:30 it's so early wdym???"

"This is actually late for me, I go to bed at 9 pm, its much better for you yk"

"Oh really now?"

"Yeah, clearly why I'm so much healthier and better than you"

Oh no...

Leon clearly misunderstood the kind of dominance Mondo meant.

....

....

"(Y/n)? You still there?"

You left him on seen again and then shut off your phone

"Oi (y/n)!"

"Shit please dont ignore me."

"I'm sorry okay"

"(Y/nnnnn)"

Leon was panicking, spam texting you as you put your phone on silent and went to bed

Guess he achieved his goal of getting you to go to bed

But he pissed you off while doing so

Truthfully you didn't care, Leon was ditzy from time to time and didn't think before he spoke

You were used to it

But you took up the opportunity to make the man frantic

You weren't thick, you knew the baseball player was crushing on you

And you were crushing on him too, hard

So knowing that Leon was now worrying that he messed up his chances with you gave you a sick pleasure - you didn't care if it was just the tiniest bit toxic

The next morning you woke up well rested

Your phone now plastered with message notifications from a certain ginger

You open them and send one quick message

"Oops I fell asleep sorry... Guess you are better than me for that haha ❤️"

Leon stopped in his tracks when he read that message, toothpaste falling out of his mouth as he froze

The sportsman quickly finished brushing his teeth and screenshot the message

Sending it to Mondo, frantically messaging him

"WHAT DOES THE HEART MEAN OMFG WHAT???"

"AHHHHH"

"HFHFJFHSJDNDN"

"Dude chill.... he defo fucks with u" mondo replies half asleep

Leon short-circuits, mindlessly changing as thoughts of a relationship with you fly through his head

He was like a schoolgirl, but he had reason to, in his eyes you were the finest of men

"Good morning~" you say with a smile as you sit down next to the muscular man

"Hey, beautiful~" he mumbles flirtily

"Oh? That's a new one?"

"Yeahhh figured I should up my game if I wanna get with you by the end of the year"

Holy shit you were shocked just how much that one heart emoji riled the ginger up

"Hold your horses, BallBoy... who said I was getting with you?" You tease him

"Oh just you wait, (n/n)..."

Short but eh whatevs!!

This has happened to me before - I doubt he meant it as anything but I just remember the situation while writing this and wtaf...

Anyway hope u enjoyed!

[sw-33-ts-stuff]

Killer in NYC

Tara Carpenter X Reader

Intro

Tara POV

I stood in line looking up at the menu as if I wasn't going to order the same items I have a million times before.

"I'll have..."

"An iced matcha latte with oat milk." I looked into (y/e/c) behind thick glasses. A mischievous grin painted on my favorite baristas face.

"Good morning Y/n." I grinned blushing slightly.

"Hey Tara, we feeling sweet or savory today?" I tapped my chin looking up.

"I think I'm feeling savory today."

"Breakfast wrap it is. How are your classes going?" I rambled on about the past midterms and upcoming finals while she prepared my breakfast. I had met y/n over a month ago when I'd wandered in the coffee shop half asleep. Since then we'd make small talk and I will admit she was easy on the eyes. Her curly hair always up in a ponytail showing off her undercut. Tattoos peeking from just under the sleeves of her polo. While some found her intimidating I thought of her as a giant teddy bear. She always wore a smile and was polite to even the rudest of customers.

"Here you go." I smiled unwrapping my breakfast first and taking a giant bite.

"Mmm." I moaned making her smile grow wider. As she opened her mouth to say something the door chimed and soon a familiar voice followed.

"Tara!" I turned to find Mindy and Chad coming in and waving enthusiastically. I smiled waving back turning to thank Y/n again only to find her working with the next customer.

"What's up shorty?" Chad said picking me up in a hug as Mindy sat at the nearest table.

"Did you get notes for our next lab?" I nodded pulling out my notebook and sliding them over.

"Mindy do you actually do any work yourself?" She shrugged stealing to drink some of my latte before she began writing.

"I could but there'd be no point since you already have it done." She grinned cheekily as I rolled my eyes stealing another glance at the barista, who was already looking in my direction.

"Hey guys." I snapped my eyes over to my sister who'd pulled the seat next me. Her apron covered in flour as she wiped her hands.

"Sorry I'm a bit of a mess." We talked and caught up as if we hadn't just seen each other at home.

As we headed to the subway I waved goodbye to Y/n as everyone shuffled out she jumped over the counter stopping me before I could go.

"Hey Tara real quick I-"

"Tara!" Sam was waving at me frantically to hurry up. I held up a finger turning back to the slightly taller girl. She rubbed her the back of her neck tan cheeks slightly red.

"You know what? You go catch up I can just talk to you tomorrow yeah?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"You sure?"

"TARA LETS GO!" I looked over to my sister exasperated.

"Yeah no worries." She have a strained smile. "There's always tomorrow right?"

I nodded biting my lip. "Yeah I'll see you tomorrow."

She turned to go back to work as I ran out to meet with the rest of the group sprinting to the subway.

"You couldn't wait ten seconds?" Mindy looked over at me.

"Oop Tara was Sam cockblocking? You got a new boo?" I blushed lightly shaking my head as Chad piped in.

"Tara's got a new man?!" I glanced to the side before looking up to see Mindy frozen.

I followed her line of sight and gasped. Seeing the same mask from my nightmares.

"Sam." I said shakily.

Her head turned to follow my gaze as we looked around the subway. I grabbed my inhaler before putting it to my lips taking a deep breath.

The lights flickered on and off and before I knew it I saw Ghostface standing in front of Mindy hand over her mouth and knife ebbed deep into her stomach.

Looking around for help everyone ignored us as Ghostface began to step towards me.

I kept looking around hoping to catch someone’s eye, everyone still oblivious to the murder that had just taken place.

As I went to scream the killer covered my mouth with a gloved hand, the other pulled back ready to slice into my abdomen.

I shot up to the sound of my iPhone alarm gasping and holding my chest.

I looked to the side to see Sam still sleeping soundly in her bed.

I started getting ready for the day knowing sleep would be inevitable. For the past week I had been feeling more anxious then usual and the nightmares were slowly starting to come back. It was 5 am so I began trudging my way to the coffee shop knowing they'd be opening now. It was only a block away from our apartment and not too far from campus and the subway.

"Goodmorning Ta- hey are you ok?" I looked into comforting brown eyes feeling myself smile a bit.

"Yeah just had some trouble sleeping." Y/n tilted her head to the side glancing at her watch and looking around.

"Feel free to say no but there's a couch in the employee lounge in the back, you can nap there. I'll wake you when it's time to go and have your usual ready yeah?" I looked to the slightly taller girl with wide eyes.

"You won't get in trouble?" She shrugged smirking.

"Meh probably but you're worth it." She winked before leading me over and opening the door to the employee lounge. "Now try to nap I know your usual schedule so I'll just wake you up when it's time to go." I nodded already getting comfortable on the couch.

It felt like seconds before the door slammed open.

"Oh my bad I didn't know anyone was back here." I looked up to see a cute guy standing in the doorway. I glanced down to his name tag Evan. I yawned stretching looking at my watch.

"It's fine I should probably start getting up anyway, y/n said it was cool I slept back here." Evan laughed a bit.

"For a pretty girl sure, I won't tell on either of you as long as I can get your number?" I felt my eyebrows shoot up as my cheeks started to feel warm.

"You don't waste time huh?" He chuckled running a hand through his hair shrugging.

"Hey Evan-" y/n popped in. "Damn sorry Tara I was fixing your order when I saw he came back here." She glanced at Evan who was still looking at me.

"So yes to the number?" He grinned blue eyes sparkling. Y/N's smile dropped slightly as she placed my things on the coffee table in front of me. I looked up to see her staring curiously.

"Sure." She grabbed the chain around her neck twisting the dog tag.

"We'll I better get back to work then. Tara it's about 6:30 so you should probably start heading out." She left abruptly as Evan and I watched before turning back to each other.

I put my number in grabbing my stuff and heading back to the counter.

"Hey y/n how much do I owe you?" She glanced up briefly before putting her focus on the current order she was working on.

"It's on the house, you gotta start heading out if you're gonna catch the subway." I smiled grateful.

"Thanks I owe you." She nodded giving the next customer their drink. I narrowed my eyes seeing she wasn't her usual cheery self.

"Hey are you ok?" She nodded forcing a smile.

"I'm fine, I'll see you later." Another customer came up cutting me off.

I walked to the door as a voice shouted.

"I'll call you later Tara!" I waved to Evan before heading to the subway.

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"This week we'll be going over the mind of a serial killer."

I slid in my seat next to Sasha. Her blonde hair almost whipping me in the face as she turned to greet me.

"You're late girly." Carly peering around her snickering.

"For real even I showed up on time today."

I rolled my eyes getting my notebook out as my phone vibrated.

Unknown Number

Hey Tara it's Evan how does a movie and dinner on Thursday sound?

The girls saw the text and stared at me with eyebrows raised.

"Ooooo Tara was late getting her flirt on."

Professor Freddie cleared his throat looking to us.

"Are you girls finished?" I blushed heavily nodding as the other two tried to look innocent holding back laughter.

"Yes sir we're sorry."

As class went on I focused on finishing my notes as my friends continued to tease and whisper next to me.

Once we exited class the girls began to hound me as we walked to the courtyard meeting up with Mindy, Chad, and Kirby.

The girls were still going on about Evan when Chad turned to me.

"Tara's got a new man's?" He grinned cheekily making Mindy look at him in disgust.

"Do you even hear yourself?" Before she turned to me smirking. "But do tell." She wiggled her eyebrows making all of us laugh.

I shook my head. "I literally just got his number it's not a big deal."

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6 months later

The small bell rang throughout the shop as I walked in seeing my boyfriend and his coworker making coffee. I walked to the counter catching Evan's attention.

"Hey babe, what can I get you?" I rolled my eyes...men really are clueless. No matter how many times I ordered he never remembered what I got.

"I'll have a-"

"Iced matcha latte with oat milk and a vegan breakfast wrap." Y/n placed the items in front of me turning to Evan as she began pulling off her apron. "You can ring her up I'm going on break."

She went to clock out and dropped another bag in front of me before heading to the back, "and two cake pops in case you have a sweet tooth later."

I smiled thanking her, as she nodded giving me a small smile.

"Hey since you're going on break would you want to hang for a bit? I feel like we haven't talked in a while." It was true for the last few months I'd seen less of the barista. She'd usually be going on break or just disappear whenever I came in. I kind of missed the goofy grins and cheesy jokes.

She shook her head. "Gonna head out for lunch today, but thanks for the offer."

The door bell rang again and I looked to see my friends and sister waving to me heading to our usual booth. I turned back to see Y/n had already gone to the employee lounge. I sighed grabbing the bags and sitting down.

"I'm hoping some of that is for us." I rolled my eyes at Mindy passing her a cake pop. Evan coming to sit with us as another coworker of theirs covered the counter.

"What's up guys?"

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3rd Person POV

Across town Carly was entering her apartment as her phone rang. Without checking she answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey uh is this Carly?"

"Who's asking?"

"Brian from Film Theory."

"Brian from Film Theory? I don't know any Brian from Film Theory." The red head rolled her eyes placing her keys in her purse.

"You sure? We had that group project last month. Remember?"

"Not really."

"We went over our favorite scary movies. I called to see what yours was."

The girl sighed. "Look if this is a desperate attempt to ask me out, I gotta tell ya it's not going well."

The voice on the phone chuckled. "We'll shit look-"

The girl hung up before the voice could finish. She began walking further down the hall heels clicking as she did. Her phone rang once more.

"Hey look I-" she hung up again continuing her journey.

Her phone rang once more. "Look man I-"

"NO YOU LOOK BITCH YOU DON'T GET TO HANG UP ON ME! IF YOU DO ILL SLICE YOUR BESTIES FUCKING FACE OFF YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

Carly paused scared. "Fuck you this isn't funny."

Her phone chimed a video of all her friends sitting at the coffee shop.

"Now we're gonna play a little game. If you answer three questions right they live, get them wrong and they die. Understand?"

The girl began sniffling nodding before she answered. "Yes."

"Good question 1-what's the real name of "Chucky" in "Child's Play"?"

The girl paused closing her eyes.

"5" her breathing sped up. As she began typing on her phone.

"4" God why was Google taking so long to load?!

"3" FINALLY!

"CHARLES LEE!" The voice paused.

"Correct. See? It's not so bad. Keep this up and your friends may see tomorrow."

"Question 2-what's the name of the camp where Jason Vorhees drowns in the Friday the 13th series?"

"I know this! Camp Crystal Lake!"

"That is....correct. Looks like you do like scary movies."

"Final Question-how many people did Jason kill in the first Halloween film?"

"5"

The girl types frantically: How many people died in Friday the 13th?

"4"

How many people has Jason killed since Friday the 13th....NO

She continues scrolling.

"3"

She clicks the list of kills in the original film.

"2"

"1"

"10!"

"Wrong." He whispers the girl gasps.

"No that has to be right!" I have the list of deaths right in front of me.

"Wrong, Jason Vorhees didn't kill anyone in the first film it was all his mothers doing before she was decapitated."

The girl stands still in shock getting ready to dial 9-1-1.

"Time to die."

"No!" She goes to run when her hair is pulled back a figure appearing right behind her slicing her neck from ear to ear. Her body dropped to the floor as the taller figure stepped over her getting close and taking a selfie with the lifeless body.

Using her phone he sends a text to the pinned group chat.

Surprise Sam! ;)

[hroscek]

✎📃Dottore studying headcanons📚

Back again with more Dottore content. This is a bit of a mix between a modern au but still somehow compliant with Genshin? Idk I just wanted to write ab him studying and projecting finding inspiration in my own life without having to explain how he has access to YouTube in his akademiya days okay? Anyways enjoy and make sure to study if you happen to be procrastinating at the moment (I will know)!

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Dottore study headcanons

Probably the type that ultra-focuses on the material in front of him leading to generally neglecting any and all other needs until he physically can't anymore (nearly burnt down his dorm via hair catching fire from a candle when he fell asleep at the desk)

Thinks he's above attending lectures so he'd definitely be that one student that never shows up but still ends up acing the exams.

Fully believes that he must achieve a state of total focus to optimize his brain. This starts as threatening the other students into leaving him alone as he studies, drawing the curtains and shutting out all other distractions. Probably spent too much on finding a good noise-cancelling headset.

After getting kicked out gracefully parting ways with the akademiya he devoted some time to trying to find ways to improve his focus even more. I'm talking full blown rounds of experimentation with different methods such as binaural beats (actually works tbh), sensory deprivation tanks etc. Sort of how greater lord rukkhadevata would shut herself away to meditate, but he would never admit how similar their methods are.

Honestly I wouldn't be surprised if the original Dottore is just floating in a state of meditation rn trying to achieve max brain power (legit a headcanon for me now lmao).

Seeing as he probably doesn't sleep much, especially when in the thick of experiments he tries his best to compensate in other ways. He drank an inhuman amount of coffee or energy drinks (or both at the same time tbh) until he grew a tolerance to all forms of caffeine and is now forced to actually sleep once in a while.

He is intimately familiar with is work area and instantly knows where everything is. To outsiders it looks like a mess of various documents, piles of paper, supplies and mechanical parts. Often he asks a new intern to fetch him a sheet or something and they'll spend hours looking for it in the raven's nest that man calls an office. Then he'll show up pissed as hell like "It was under the desk next to the 3rd used energy core. Are you really that stupid?".

When he's in the zone he's deathly silent, his eyes laser focused on whatever page or machine he's trying to figure out. An observer might be afraid he'll burn a hole trough the object with his eyes. This is probably the only time he doesn't wear his mask as he doesn't want anything to obstruct him. Archons couldn't help the unfortunate soul who dares to interrupt him in this state. Instant volunteer for his next experiment.

Pantalone once decided to gift him with an expensive stationery set in a desperate attempt to get him to organize his study. It included quills, ink, various highlighters and organizers all in pastels with cute motifs. "To bring some positivity to the gloomy atmosphere around you!". Dottore claimed to hate it but was seen months later using a kitten-themed notepad at one of his labs.

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Another post, another slay (probs a flop). I'm currently taking a half-voluntary gap year because I decided to switch universities a little too late in the year oops. And honestly in this time I've realized how much I thrive in the academic environment and I miss studying so much! Idk might sound a bit too optimistic coming from someone who's currently not under any pressing deadlines or tests but I really do miss it. As much as I hated crunching the night before a test and stressed about the material I believe it's an environment I truly thrive in. I really do find such comfort in being able to take notes, discuss with classmates and professors. It's probably one of the many reasons I find Dottore relatable. We both share such a thirst for knowledge and focus way too much on our favorite subjects. I'm rambling, sorry. Thank you so much for reading and please don't be shy to send me asks or comments with ideas you'd like me to expand upon. I'm still pretty new to writing in fandom space so I'd really be grateful to get feedback and see what the community wants lol.

Have a good day! ❀

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Logan hissed one more time at Althea before his head fell to Virgil's shoulder and...he fell right back to sleep. Though he was still holding Virgil in his protective grasp. But at least he isn't yelling anymore. So sweet.

Althea stared at Logan for a moment before she chuckled softly under her breath. "He cares about you a lot, even in his sleep! It's so cute to see." She purred softly. But then she nods, "It was all an oops." She stepped forward slowly as to not startle Virgil, and she offered back her arm at his request.

"Here... Let me help your hand. I'm the one that made it sore, the least I can do is make it feel better." She gently took Virgil's hand, and she did one more exercise before...pop! Oh, that feels much better!! "Does that feel nice? One of my old friends did this as her job, so she taught me a thing or do about how to make bones feel better! Pretty neat, huh?"

She smiled softly as she watched Virgil nuzzle back into her arm. She sat down beside him, and took the clipboard back onto her lap. She started writing something down onto the clipboard with her free hand when she paused at his reply. "Hm?" She chuckled, "oh! Don't worry about it! I think it is very sweet that he cares so much about you! He cares about you while he's half asleep! I think it's the most sweetest thing ever! I wish I had someone like that-"

"Althea? I made Virgil some tea." Nala poked her head in, but she paused at seeing Virgil. Virgil's...actually here. He's alive. He's okay. She smiled softly and waved to the mouse. "It's so nice to see that you're okay, virgil. I do hope you recover in a fast rate! I'll be here if you need me, as always." She bowed her head while holding up the cup of tea.

💍-Part 13-💍

TW: Misgendering, Rape, Abuse, Assault, Swearing, Injury Mention, Childloss, Remus.

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Logan couldn't help but to chuckle at seeing how happy Virgil was to see him again. "Virgil! Hey!" He said through his chuckle, "Did you thought I wasn't going to come back or something? Id never leave you in here by yourself! Not for very long, anyways. I'll always come back for you." He smiled. Then he went back to scrubbing, though Virgil was mostly done anyways. There wasn't much left to clean up. "It's okay, take your time." He could see him struggling to respond, and he didn't want Virgil to stress himself over it again. "Mhm, I'm sure she probably just wants to try and jog your memories. Or see what you remember and don't. Or, probably knowing Mary, read you a bedtime story." He chuckled at that, "She's such a mother that I won't be surprised if she does that."

"Oh? Okay. I'll let her know." Logan stood up again and poked his head out of the bathroom. "He says okay. But can you wait until I finish cleaning him and lay him back down on the bed? Thanks, Mary!"

Logan came back and smiled to Virgil, "Let's get you finished here then she says she'll love to talk to you! She says she wants to talk to you alone... I'm not sure why that is, but, how does that sound?"

[radiant-reid]

Broken Pieces

A/n: I actually cried writing this, oops. Be prepared for a lot of angst. And I wrote this in one sitting

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Y/n

Genre: Angst (major) with a happy ending

WC: 3.7 k

CW: major spoilers for the season 14 finale | discussion of a hostage situation

Things had been bad for a while.

Y/n wasn't sure when it started. When Spencer got out of prison, and she could finally stop worrying about him, she had enormous concerns about how it would affect their relationship.

But it hadn't. Spencer was more determined than ever to prove his devotion. And, Y/n was terrified to lose him again. It was as if they were in a second honeymoon phase.

Spencer took time off, and they went on holiday to Italy. Spending every day in the sunshine, completely infatuated with each other. It was the perfect stress reliever from Spencer's trial.

When they got back, things stayed good. They fell back into the routine they had created in the 3 years they had been dating, apart from the fact they spend almost all of their free time together. It was a dream. Y/n figured it stayed like that for a year.

Unfortunately, it ended. Slowly but surely, they gravitated away from each other.

When their first honeymoon phase wore off, both of them were extremely dedicated to sticking to their relationship. They were able to keep the warm fuzzy feeling alive because they knew they were meant to be together, no matter what.

But, this time, it seemed to Y/n like Spencer didn't want to. The first time she noticed the difference was when Spencer was held hostage by The Believers cult. When he got off the plane, he didn't rush right into her arms.

Y/n figured enough was enough, which is why she sat in her car in front of her therapist's office. Twisting the ring on her left ring finger, wondering if today would be the day she finally had to take it off.

"Do you still love him?" Doctor Christina King asked her.

Y/n didn't hesitate to nod. "I'll always love him." She replied.

Dr. King nodded her head. "I can tell. You've taken a very healthy step by coming here." She acknowledged. "All couples go through rough patches." That wasn't what Y/n wanted to hear. She knew that. She and Spencer had fought before. "I know I'm not telling you what you want to hear." Wow, she was a damn good therapist. "Are you talking at all?" She questioned.

"Well, often he's on cases, so I don't see him. But, he always used to call. Now he sends me a text when he's coming home." Tears welled in Y/n's eyes at the memory of all the nights she'd spent alone. She was used to being by herself in their apartment, but she found it easier to sleep if she'd talked to him at least once during the day. "When he's in DC, he doesn't come back from work until 7 or 8. He eats dinner at the dining room table while I'm on the couch, usually reading. Then he goes and does paperwork or god knows what until I'm asleep. When I wake up, he's either gone or still asleep." She explained the routine they'd been stuck in for the last few months.

Dr. King nodded and jotted notes down the whole time. "I've got a few things you can do to help." She decided. "Firstly, I have no doubt in my mind that you love Spencer. You use 'he' instead of 'Spencer,' which shows how invested you are." She observed. It made Y/n smile a little. "But, because I've not talked to him, I can't be sure he still wants the same things you do." She tried to put it gently, but it still pained Y/n.

Of course, she'd thought about the fact Spencer probably didn't love her, but she'd never said it allowed. Just in case her fears came true.

"He's never been good at expressing his feelings." Y/n half complained, half defended.

"That can be tough for a lot of people." Dr. King explained. "Especially with the nature of his job." Y/n nodded at that. "I want you to talk to him. Real talk." She directed. The very idea made Y/n's heart race. "Make sure to be kind. It's important you don't end up in a fight. Open communication is crucial in any relationship, but it seems to be strained here." She continued, laying out the problems. "If that doesn't work, I think it would be beneficial for you two to come here. If it does work, then you both need to remember why you love each other. Activities like looking at old photos, going on dates, and intimacy are all going to help enormously." Dr. King explained. Y/n was just hoping it would go well.

"Alright, well, I'll try that out. Thank you." Y/n farewelled as she got up to leave the room.

Dr. King's voice drew her attention back. "He's lucky to have you." Y/n just hoped Spencer still wanted her. With a nod, she left.

Y/n hoped the sort the problem out that night, feeling a tiny bit of confidence. However, when Spencer wasn't home at 11, she decided she was going to bed.

The next day he was gone, clearly having slept next to her but gone.

After that, Spencer left on a case with one simple text. It read, Going to LA.

Until, one day, Penelope called.

"Y/n, did you hear the news?" She eagerly spoke into the phone.

Y/n could actually smile at the friend she'd made in Penelope over the years. "Uh, what news?" At least it couldn't be bad with how excited Penelope seemed.

"Rossi and Kyrstall are getting remarried!" She squealed so loudly Y/n had to hold the phone away from her ear.

"Oh, I had no idea," Y/n replied in a saddened tone.

"Reid didn't tell you?" She questioned.

Y/n diplomatically lied to avoid suspicion about their worsening relationship. "No, we haven't talked much this week."

"Oh," Penelope replied, not letting it deter her optimism but a little bit concerned. "Well, they're on the plane back from LA. Then Rossi's going to propose, and we're going to meet him on the BAU floor. Please tell me you'll come." She all but begged.

As much as Y/n wanted to go, she knew she would dampen everyone's spirits. And she didn't feel like expressing her feelings for Spencer in front of the whole team. "Sorry, I'm really not feeling too well." In her heart. "Will you tell him congrats from me? And send Spence home as soon as you're all done?" She asked, a few tears falling down her cheeks.

Penelope could sense something was off. "Are you okay? I mean, with everything that happened on the case, it's fair for you to be shaken up." Her tone was so caring.

But, her words caught in Y/n's mind. Planting weights that would cause her to sink if she didn't ask. "What do you mean?"

"Reid and JJ being held hostage, did he not tell you?" Penelope quickly asked.

The words made Y/n's heart stop. How unimportant was their relationship if Spencer didn't tell her he could have been killed? She wasn't sure if she wanted to punch him or give him a hug.

"Are you two okay?" Penelope continued her questioning.

The tears were streaming down Y/n's cheeks. "Uh, yeah, I guess he just forgot?" Wow, lame excuse, she thought as soon as she'd said it. "I have to go, P. Talk to you later." She quickly farewelled before hanging up the phone, not giving Penelope any more room to ask questions.

Y/n felt like her whole world had come crashing down. What if Spencer got hurt? Would she find out when Penelope called her? Was she even his emergency contact anymore?

Maybe, there was someone else. That would explain the distance between them. She couldn't stop her mind from crawling to that dark place. Was Spencer cheating on her was the biggest question in her mind. A year ago, she would have said 100% not. But now, as she sat crying on their sofa, she wasn't so sure.

She didn't expect Spencer to be back until late. So, alone, she had dinner and watched some TV.

It was 11 before the door was unlocked, and steps walked in. Usually, she would have looked to make sure it wasn't a murderer. But, maybe if she were taken hostage, Spencer would notice her.

Spencer walked into the living room, glancing at her. Subtly, he looked surprised. She usually wasn't up.

"Hey, Spence, it's nice to have you back." Y/n welcomed him, remembering how her therapist had advised her to act. Kind. She could do kind.

Spencer looked taken aback by her words. "Uh, thanks?" He asked like it was a question. It was the first time in weeks he'd spoken to her while looking at her.

It was the first time she'd had the chance to really take him in. She couldn't stop wondering if he had always been so good-looking.

"I was hoping we could talk." Y/n cautiously spoke, moving over so he could sit next to her. She felt like everything was riding on his reply. All the years of their relationship had lead to this moment.

Spencer's voice was quiet, like a murmur as he replied. "Uh, I've got some paperwork to do. Maybe tomorrow?"

Y/n didn't have time to express how tomorrow never seemed to come before Spencer left the room. She listened as he walked down the hallway, each step crushing her heart. Finally, he must have entered his office.

When he'd closed the door, she finally let out a sob. Still concerned he might hear. If he did, he didn't come.

So, she went to their shared bedroom. Climbing into the bed that hadn't felt warm in months.

And she thought. She thought about what she would do when they inevitably broke up. She'd probably stay at one of her friend's places before getting her own apartment. But who would fix a fuse if it blew?

She wondered if Spencer would chase her.

Would he reach for her in the night? She figured that he hadn't in months, so why would he start.

Would he show up and declared his love for her? She decided probably not, making her choke out more tears.

Would he miss her? Would he go grocery shopping himself? Would he remember to move the breakable objects out of the way when he babysat Michael? Would he figure out how to work Netflix on the TV? Would he fulfill his dream of having kids with someone else?

More than anything, she hoped he wouldn't hurt. Despite how much pain she was in, she didn't want Spencer to stop eating or sleeping. She convinced herself that if he were okay, she would be too. She just needed to put on a brave face and deal with the fact it was all over.

The clock showed it was 12:38 when Spencer walked in, making Y/n wish she had rolled over so he wouldn't have been able to see the tears on her cheeks. Immediately, she stopped them and tried to act like she was asleep.

Still, he didn't say anything. Spencer let her hurt in silence as he got undressed and climbed into bed next to her.

It was the first time in a while she had felt his weight next to hers on the mattress while they were both awake. Something about it felt comfortable, which she detested. She needed the break-up to be professional and quick.

"Am I the reason you cry every night?" Spencer spoke, his words barely above a whisper.

Y/n felt a twisting pain in her chest.

Apprehensively, she rolled onto her back, feeling Spencer's eyes on her. She just wanted to check if it was really him speaking.

"You don't make me cry." She tried to dismiss his claim, wiping her face.

Spencer huffed from next to her, a comfortable distance away. "I see the swelling around your eyes and how blood-shocked they are." He commented.

Y/n wanted to ask him why he'd never said anything, why he'd never tried to stop her pain. But, Dr. King said to be kind. So, she wiped another few tears up and tried not to feel the tightening in her chest. "It's alright, Spence." She assured him with fake confidence.

"Can't you see how fucked up that is?!" He exclaimed much louder than before. It shocked Y/n, both his volume and his swearing. "You're literally wiping up your tears right now and telling me it's okay that I make you cry."

She wondered what gave him the right to be mad. However, she decided open communication was a better idea. "What's happening to us, Spencer?" She asked with the hope of gauging where he was at.

"Nothing," Spencer replied shortly, much more what she was used to.

"If you don't want to talk about what's happening, then say so. Don't just lie and say nothing's happening." She declared, unable to maintain her stoic stance. It felt like everything in their relationship had boiled up to that moment.

Silence. All she got was silence.

"Are we breaking up?" She asked, still not receiving a reply. Instead, she got more tears. "How do I make you love me again, please, tell me?" She reduced to begging, pleading with her silent husband to give her an answer.

"I... I don't know." That was all the reply he gave her.

Y/n had tried so hard not to get mad that she was bursting at the seams. And that set her over the edge. "You're so fucking difficult, Spencer. We haven't talked properly in months. I had to find out from Penelope that you were held hostage and could have died. Do you know how much that worried me!?" She shouted, tears not letting up. Her voice cracked on her next question. "Do you have any idea how much I love you?" She managed to get out before sobbing.

"I'm sorry." He apologized quietly.

That was enough for Y/n to know it was well and truly over. She was so tired of fighting for something he didn't give a damn about. "I'll pack my things up tomorrow. Because it's a mutual separation, we only have to wait 6 months to file for divorce. I don't think I can stay here, so the apartment's yours." She briefly told him, going back to her objective approach.

"How do you... How do you know that?" Spencer asked. She knew his tones so well she didn't need to look over to know he was crying.

Y/n shrugged, not that he could see in the dark. "I looked it up." She replied.

"You want to get divorced?" Spencer asked, sounding annoyingly surprised.

"I'm not sure how else I can fix the fact our marriage is over," Y/n replied with a sarcastic laugh. Still crying an impossible amount of tears. "I have to know, was there someone else?" She preempted that his answer would sting. But she had to know.

"What? No, not at all." Spencer claimed adamantly. "And I don't want to get divorced." He decided.

Y/n laughed again before realizing he was serious. "Why not? I don't know what I can do to make you love me again." She replied, trying not to sound too annoyed. She was feeling far too many emotions to be mad. Everything, from fear to relief, but mostly heartbreak.

Hearing that his wife didn't think he loved her broke Spencer's heart. But, then again, why would she? He knew he'd been absent for the last few months.

He let out a loud sob, and Y/n wanted to hug him, but something inside stopped her. A little voice telling her that he didn't want a hug from someone he didn't love.

"I'm so sorry," Spencer said again, not sure what else to say.

"I can't blame you for not loving me. I just wish I could have been a better wife." She replied.

It ripped Spencer's heart up that she was footing the blame. Especially when he caused their distance. He hadn't even touched her in months, and he didn't know why.

He let out a loud groan. "Y/n, you've been the best wife I could ever ask for. I'm sorry I let you down and kept fucking up." He assured her. There was no way he could ever repay her for how much she'd helped him out. There was no kinder person on the planet.

"I just want to know what happened," Y/n replied, trying to get an answer to the big question.

Spencer didn't have one that was good enough. No words could take away the pain she had felt. He felt like such an idiot for not stopping it earlier. It would have been so much easier to fix. "I don't know what to tell you." He started. "There's no answer that justifies how much I've hurt you." He knew he was going to feel selfish for saying his next words. "I love you."

It made Y/n's heart skip a beat the way it used to. She could imagine they weren't in this situation, just for a second. "I love you too." He knew that much was true. "But I'm not sure we can make this work anymore."

Now it was Spencer begging for direction. "How can I fix this? Please, I'll do anything to see you not crying."

"My, uh, therapist said we just needed to be honest." That made Spencer's chest feel uncomfortably tight. He wanted to run to the bathroom and throw up.

He realized Y/n knew it was so bad she had to source help. He couldn't believe how much he'd fucked up. And how much he didn't deserve the sweet girl sobbing next to him, doing everything to fix their relationship.

"Y/n, I had no idea." God, he felt like an idiot. "I'm so fucking sorry. I've caused you so much pain." He figured, completely unsure how he could ever make it up to her.

Just when he thought she couldn't get any more perfect, she turned to face him.

Timidly, she reached out to wipe a tear running down his cheek. It was a touch like neither of them had ever felt, so soft and nervous.

Spencer had no idea what he'd done to deserve someone like her. He wasn't about to do anything to jeopardize it, so he turned to face her. For the first time in far too long, he was right where he wanted to be. Staring into Y/n's eyes. Despite the tears streaming down both their cheeks, it was perfect.

"I'm just so sorry, Y/n." Spencer pleaded again. He felt like he could tear his hair out. Like 100 years in prison wasn't a long enough sentence for making her cry.

Still, she shook her head. "I know you are, Spence." Oh, how had he missed his nickname coming from her lips. "I just want us to be okay again." She admitted.

Spencer had never, ever wanted anything more. "I don't deserve you at all." He reminded both of them. "But, I'm going to spend every day making it up to you if you'll forgive me."

Y/n nodded at him. "I love you, Spencer Reid, and I forgive you." She replied, cupping his face, despite her fingers being too small.

"I love you, Y/n Reid, and I'm so lucky to have you," Spencer replied, eternally grateful he got to spend the rest of his life with her.

Y/n smiled genuinely at him, not a fake smile this time. He'd never get sick of it. Spencer didn't waste a second cupping her face, using the pad of his thumb to wipe her falling tears away.

Slowly, she leaned in, dying for a kiss she had been missing.

Spencer pulled back before his lips met hers, despite how much he wanted to kiss her forever. "I need to tell you something."

Y/n gulped, pulse quicking at whatever his news was. "Yeah?" She meekly asked.

"Jennifer." He started using her first name, which was extremely odd. Y/n was hoped JJ was alright. Penelope hadn't mentioned anything to the contrary. "She told me she loved me."

That made Y/n drop her hands off Spencer's face, feeling her heart shattering all over again. Her world crumbling around her. "Do you love her? Is that why this isn't working?" She pressed.

"No, no, not at all." Spencer quickly rushed out, wanting to wipe the broken look off her face. "Maybe when I was 24 in a childhood crush way. But as soon as I met you, I knew you were the only person I'd ever want." He assured her, running his thumbs over the newly forming tears.

"Why did she?" Y/n asked.

It only occurred to Spencer then that she had no idea about the events of his day besides him being held hostage. "The unsub. He made us play a messed-up truth or dare game. He was deranged, he had a gun, and we were tied up. He wanted JJ to tell me something she'd never told anyone."

"Oh." Y/n let out, understanding the situation better. At least JJ hadn't randomly blurted it out. She was coerced.

"I don't know if it was true," Spencer admitted. "But she looked sure." He decided. "But she mentioned as being young a lot."

Y/n though she understood. "I think you were the first person she loved, and some of her heart will always belong to you. But, I've seen the way she looks at Will and the boys. It's how I look at you." She found her own meaning from what Spencer was telling her.

"You never fail to surprise me with how smart you are. I couldn't put it into words. No part of me thinks she'd ever leave Will and the boys." He admitted. JJ loved her family, and as Y/n had explained it, it was just puppy love.

Y/n's hands were back on his cheeks. "Can we kiss now?" She asked.

Spencer didn't reply verbally. They were both so starved of the other's lips, the kiss felt like it was 1000 years in the making. Like the universe was finally at rest.

Both of them were crying, holding each other's faces, and lip-locked. But it was perfect.

And they were back.

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[albed-hoe]

Good Night & Good Morning

Characters: Aether, Albedo & Diluc x Male Reader

Summary: What I think it’s like falling asleep and waking up beside the boys

Warnings: Slightly suggestive (just me simping oop)

Word count: 1342 total, around 430 each

A/n: So I tried including some photos to kinda visualize what I was thinking, but I couldn't really find the best representations & idk how it's gonna turn out lol. The last one is from one of my favorite Webtoons called Lost in Translation!

Also, please don't be afraid to request things! I'm kinda starting to run out of ideas and I wanna write things for ppl hehe

Aether

Poor Aether…

He’s always so tired because of all the commissions he must do so he always looks forward to bedtime with you

After finishing both your nightly routines you might go back to the living room to talk and cuddle a bit on the couch

Aether ends up half asleep in your lap, his legs straddling yours, arms around your shoulder and his nose tickling your neck every time he exhales

It makes you laugh because you have to carry him to your shared room as he koala hugs you from the front

He’s so cute once you both get in bed, he is already asleep by the time you climb in beside him but as soon as you get in, he unconsciously grabs onto your pajamas with one hand😭

His face is very serene, you CANNOT tell me he does not twitch, furrow his brows, or smile a little at whatever is happening in his dreams (reminds me of a dog lol)

When morning rolls around, he’s usually already gone on a new commission, but let’s say he has a day off, so you wake before him

When you wake up, you don’t see him. He is completely under the covers with his arms around your waist and your shirt is lifted enough for him to stuff his face into your stomach. The only part of him that is visible is the stray little strand of hair at the top of his head which is peaking out of the covers

He refuses to let you go to make breakfast, so you pick up his sleeping form the same way you brought him to your room the night before: him holding onto you like a koala from the front as you walk to the kitchen to make coffee and food. Regardless of whether you’re shorter or taller, he will koala hug you

You sit him on the counter with you between his legs and his face in the crook of your neck while you brew coffee and cook something like Teyvat fried eggs for the both of you. He only lets you go if you absolutely need to do something (flip the eggs)

At this point, Aether is (almost) awake so when you sit down to eat with him, he is already starting to tell you all about what happened in his previous adventures as Paimon joins the both of you (she’s just there to gobble up the food)

Albedo

If you are actually successful at getting him into bed, you both do your nightly routines together (Bathe😳, brush your teeth, get into your PJs, etc.)

Once you both lie down in bed together, Albedo likes to face you and just stare at you in the dark lovingly with a small smile on his lips and perhaps even a hand on your cheek

It doesn’t take him long to fall asleep however, because he is constantly pushing himself so hard with his research and you just have that calming effect on him

His sleeping face- It’s so neutral and calm and cute… I’m gonna cry, I’m literally head over heels for this guy

You can’t resist brushing strands of hair out of his face or running your fingers through his hair before you eventually fall asleep yourself

Come morning time, you wake up to the very pleasant smell of some sort of… Flower? Or is it shampoo? Then you realize your nose is buried into Albedo’s hair

During your sleep, Albedo had wrapped both arms around your torso and snuggled his face into the front of your neck, while you had snaked one hand around his back and one into the hair on the back of his head with your nose buried in the top

Pulling away from him, you see the same serene face from the night before, but you only get a glimpse for a couple of seconds before he subconsciously pulls himself back into the front of your neck where he was peacefully resting before

After basking in the alchemist’s embrace for a few minutes (perhaps closer to an hour), you decide to get up and make breakfast

While waiting for the coffee to finish brewing, you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a face press into your back (shorter y/n: he wraps his arms around your waist but rests his chin on the top of your head/shoulder)

After pouring yourself and him a cup of coffee, you turn around and kiss the top of his head as you whisper a good morning in his ear and hug him (shorter y/n: you turn around and nuzzle your face into his chest as he kisses your ear and whispers a good morning)

He then takes his coffee and you both sit down at the table in a pleasant silence while secretly stealing loving glances at each other

BRO WHERE TF IS THE RING, I’M GETTING DOWN ON ONE KNEE RIGHT TF NOW TELEPORT ME TO THE GENSHIN UNIVERSE BITCH❗❗👹

Diluc

Now the tables have turned, this man is head over heels for you! (You are for him too, of course)

Just like the last two, he is always exhausted at night when he comes home from dealing with all the drunks at the Angel’s Share

It breaks your heart, because you can see in his eyes that he’s just so done by the end of the week, but he still manages to give you a warm smile and hug

So, when he gets home late at night, you’ve waited for him instead of going straight to bed and you have food ready

He literally almost sobs when his tired eyes scan across the table (he doesn’t always feel worthy of your love😞)

After finishing the meal, you both go upstairs to shower together and get ready for bed

Just like the other two in this list, he will get into bed and just pass right out

So, after chuckling at his sleeping form and gazing at him with pure love in your eyes, you get into bed beside him and wiggle yourself into his arms. He subconsciously wraps them around you in his sleep, and you burry yourself into his chest under the covers

When you regain consciousness, you’re being lifted out of the bed and into Diluc’s arms as he makes his way downstairs to prepare something

Even on his days off, he’s the first one to get up because he feels bad that you had to cook dinner for him the night before (any time bby)

He carries you downstairs to the kitchen bridal-style and you pull yourself closer to his chest from the cold morning air which draws a deep chuckle from his chest

Arriving in the kitchen, he’ll sit you down on a chair at the dining table as he turns to the kitchen to prepare breakfast

He isn’t the best at cooking, but he knows how to make the basics such as coffee/tea (I HC HE DRINKS GRAPE TEA), and he surprisingly can cook an egg to perfection!

This morning, he surprised you with a mini-English breakfast which he had been learning to perfect for the past week!

It was your turn to almost cry as he brought your plates and cups to the table

As he sits down beside you (he doesn’t sit across from you, because then he can't reach over to pass a hand through your hair or hold your hand once in a while), you take a bite from your plate and lean your head against his shoulder with your eyes closed

“I- Is it good?” he’ll ask hesitantly to which you nod and hum to. This draws a sigh of relief from him because he tried so hard to perfect the recipe for you

You both finish your breakfast in silence, basking in the morning sun filtering through the window and each other’s presence

So, this may have been self-indulging hehe… God I am touch starved :(

My heart writing this:

[sapphire-strikes]

Do you think you could write something about trying to teach the matsunos how to cook? 😚 Thank youuu

No, thank you for the request! ♡

~

Not helpful at all: Osomatsu and Todomatsu.

Tires very hard to be helpful:Jyushimatsu, Choromatsu, and Karamatsu.

Is actually Helpful: Ichimatsu.

• Osomatsu will be half asleep but he still pried himself out of bed to come down to the kitchen so props to him for that, I guess. But all he does is sit at the table and watch you work with his brothers, jokingly complaining about how long you guys are taking and how he's hungry.

"We've got mom to cook for us and even you sometimes, so why do we have to learn? The way I see it is if something isn't broke don't fix it."

• Karamatsu and Choromatsu are both right at your sides, doing their very best to mimic the steps you show them. It's one of the few times you'll see Karamatsu so careful, his concentrated expression just as unsure as Choromatsu's as they follow along to the best of their ability. They're actually trying; whether it be to impress you or because they actually want to learn, and it gives you a good idea of how far out of their league these boys are when it comes to basic self-sufficienct skills like cooking.

• Jyushi is also trying his very hardest! But it might be best to give him his own separate set of cooking utensils and ingredients so he can still work along with you just...a little farther away from what will be the finished product. He's an excellent gofer though and is at your side with whatever you need not a second after you ask for it.

• Todomatsu acted excited about the idea from the moment you told them you wanted to teach them how to cook, even picking the two of you out matching aprons and helping you decide what recipes you were going to show them first. But when the actual work starts all he's focused on is chatting and somewhat inconveniently hugging you from behind.

"Do you want to try, Totty?" You ask, motioning to your cutting board."

"Nah~ You keep going!" He rests his head on your shoulder with a sweet smile. "I'm much more of a visual learner!" You have to remind him to let go each time you have to move to a different part of the kitchen only for him to latch back on the second you're stationary again.

• He lifts his phone up to you every once in a while to show you something he thinks would be fun to make some time and you notice that they're all dessert, eventually deciding that your next lesson would be baking since you just might be able to find a recipie he's actually interested in learning.

• And then you have Ichimatsu. You weren't going to push him to participate but were more than surprised by how easily he followed along with the idea, even if all he did at first was lurk in the background, watching from a distance, but you were still happy to have him there.

• Eventually, a moment comes around where you get distracted helping somewhere else and forget about something you have on the stove, but when you finally remember and turn around in panic at the possibility of it having burned you see Ichimatsu carefully tending to it.

"...Hm?" He raises a brow at your happy expression, a small blush crossing his cheeks as he turns back to the stove. "Go ahead and finish with them, I've got this..."

• Osomatsu gets up at one point and tries to sneak his arms around you from behind like Tottys been doing, only for the youngest to return from wherever you sent him and promptly muscles him to the ground with a mischievous "Oops!" You have to stop a fight from breaking out after that but Osomatsu is finally off his butt so you put him to work alongside Ichimatsu who's more than happy to keep him from sneaking off.

• You'll have your hands pretty full the whole time but in the end the results are....better than expected! The phrase "too many cooks in the kitchen" exists for a reason you suppose because the resulting chaos left your final product looking less than pretty but it tasted just fine so it was more than a success in your book; especially since they're all already asking when their next lesson will be.

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what’s your favorite piece you’ve written?

aww i saw a few writers getting asked this today! cute question, i had fun thinking about this. i was surprised about how many things i have forgotten and how much i still liked even older stuff? in the past i used to die of shame like half an hour after finishing a piece, nowadays i allow myself to be a little proud of my work (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ i went a bit extra and in detail with my answer oop-

for fluff, i'd say:

birthday letters to Rayleigh ↳ writing Rayleigh is always so bittersweet and this one has it all. i really wanted to come up with something for his birthday because i love this silly fictional man and i think i did him justice <3

confessing while thinking the other one is asleep w/ Roger ↳ i was down bad for Roger but i think writing this made me down even... badder? i loved writing the interaction with the whole crew before it's just reader & Roger. need him to kiss me really bad.

"you owe me a kiss" w/ Thatch ↳ oh bread man. another one in the "need a kiss from him now or else i cry" department. it was fun spinning a story around this prompt and trying to catch his charm!

Flowers w/ Rayleigh ↳ another bittersweet Rayleigh! i saw the whole thing very vividly in front of my eyes and tried to grasp it with words.

comforting their lover on a bad day w/ Roger & Rayleigh ↳ great thing about being a writer is that you can write your own comfort pieces against the blues. it really helped and i love describing those soft little moments where nothing much is happening but you can still feel all the love.

and for smut:

sexual tension while tending his wounds w/ Kid ↳ this was the very first time writing Kid properly for me and possibly the moment i stepped foot into Kid simping hell. i haven't escaped ever since.

"i haven't even touched you and you're already this wet." w/ Sabo ↳ need the unhinged little man to rail me in semi-public okay

loving him all night long w/ Denjiro ↳ do you know the feeling when you want to read a fic about your unpopular side character and can't find any? especially in the smut department? that's how this fic was born lmao. kiss me shrimp man.

undercover w/ Law ↳ this fic has been occupying my brain for over a week. like the prompt was so fun and i wanted to do it justice and then kinda just... ran with it. always the best fics if you ask me.

one night with Kaido & Yamato's babysitter ↳ ahh, yes. the forbidden dilf. i've been joking so long about never being able to write Kaido smut but i guess someone had to? now here we are and i think it's so much fun. thinking about doing a sequel actually and i loooved reading all the comments and tags on this! really said 'pspspsps' to all Kaido fuckers and the ones in denial.

and for headcanons and stuff like that:

their recent search history ↳ because sometimes i'm really funny

giving them a booty call (nsfw) ↳ again, because sometimes i'm really funny

reacting to you not wearing panties in public (nsfw) ↳ always exposing myself in my smut pieces and this was not an exception. many little drabbles were born from this one too and i'm still not tired of this concept.

sex accident headcanons w/ Rayleigh (nsfw) ↳ oh, Rayleigh. horny old man. i love you.

Whitebeard Pirates: online dating headcanons ↳ those were born on a very long train ride and had a few sequels also, i really love all of them so much

[lgbtqlegends]

In tonight’s episode Gary mentioned that being stuck away from Sara might be triggering for Ava, and I think that’s a really interesting concept. Any headcanons for Ava being really clingy and protective toward Sara because of the kidnapping?

okay so i Did actually get this ask the night that ep aired (i think it was ep 11??) uhhh anyways i'm so sorry it's taken me this long to answer lmao (m writing this at 12:30AM on 10/11 but by the time it's posted it'll be the day before the s7 premiere i think lmaoo so,,, oops??) anyways- thanks for the ask n hope you enjoy!!

-ava is definitely very clingy and protective of sara after she gets back from the kidnapping. she just really doesn't wanna lose her again, especially because she'd probably still feel a little guilty for not noticing that sara was gone since she got so drunk

-usually sara would be like "you don't have to worry abt me babe, i'm fine" but after being gone for however long it was, and after everything bishop put her through, it feels nice and it makes sara feel super safe to have ava be really clingy and protective of her

-ava definitely does like,,, a lot of small touches n stuff like that, like a hand on sara's back or just holding sara's hand and staying close, pretty much anytime they're not out on a mission or smth. it's her way of reassuring herself that sara is still actually there and that she isn't like,, just dreaming or smth

-she also holds sara super tight at night when they're going to bed. like before the kidnapping, sara would always cuddle up super close to her at night anyway, but after sara gets home, ava holds her that little bit tighter and keeps her closer in her arms

-sara really loves it because it usually helps her fall asleep easier and faster. she just finds it really comforting when ava holds her really tight. it makes her feel safe and she likes the pressure of ava's arms being wrapped that tight around her

-i think, especially the first few nights after sara gets back, that ava would stay up a little later, after sara's fallen asleep, just to hold her and watch her sleep for a bit, to make sure that she doesn't slip away somehow in the middle of the night. sometimes sara is fast asleep and doesn't notice at all, but other times she's only like half-asleep and she can feel ava watching her and playing with her hair, but she doesn't say anything because she knows ava would probably get embarrassed and she thinks it's cute. (also she just loves it when ava plays with her hair so she just lays there contentedly and lets ava lull her to sleep by playing with her hair)

-kind of on the same note, ava's always been much more of a morning person than sara, so she just naturally wakes up earlier than sara does, but instead of getting up and going through her morning routine like she usually would, ava instead stays in bed until sara wakes up, just to have that extra soft, quiet time of laying with sara and holding her while she sleeps

-(sara also loves this a whole bunch because she often finds herself waking up super slowly to ava's hands in her hair, massaging her scalp, or to ava tracing mindless, gentle patterns on her back, and it's so so nice and comforting. she has to be careful abt it though bc if she lays there long enough then she'll just be accidentally lulled back to sleep and then they'd never get anything done)

[pinkispoggers]

Earth | Lance Bishop x Fem!Reader

A/N: Heyyyy... it's me again, so this is my second Bishop fic... I'm not that good with writing for Artificial people, so idk how accurate this is. Anyway, I'm also sorry if he smiles too much. Anyways, I feel free to share this with others! Oh, and I didn't use Grammarly so this probably doesn't have the best Grammar lol... and alsoooo this is my first fic with no smut... yeah...

Words: 4.7k

Warnings... none that I can think of!

Enjoy!

August 7th, 2120, aboard the USS Sulaco

You wake up in your chambers, stretching and sighing. You sit on the edge of your bed, pondering… well nothing really, you hop up, knowing this would be your last day on the Sulaco, and you would surely miss it. You had to go into Cryosleep at 3:00 pm and it was 11:34 in the morning now.

You get a few jumping Jacks in before finally getting your flight suit on and heading to the cafeteria to sit with the people you've only known for a year, and one you… you had feelings for, but you couldn't exactly call him a human. Artificial Human is what he preferred to go by and you respected that.

You sit down next to that Artificial Human. His name was Bishop, and you started a quick conversation. Before you end the conversation to eat, "would you like some cornbread?" He says with a warm tone, "sure" you smile and he gives you one back.

He hands you the cornbread, shaking a little. "Everything ok, Bishop?" You ask and a frown paints his face and you give him one back and tilt your head "Bishop?" You wave your hand over his face when he doesn't respond.

"Please, come to meet me in my office after Breakfast, I have something to ask you." He says and gets up, but not before he gives you the cornbread. You blush, hard. He walks out of the room to voices asking where he's going. He seemed… sad.

After Breakfast__________

You get back to your room, for this was a free day. Yesterday you had just got back from checking in on the Colonists on LV-492. You were only a science officer, so you only stayed in the drop ship while the others were down there.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you realized what Bishop had asked you to do. You jump up from your bed that you were comfortably laying on. You quietly open your doors and step out with no shoes on, making your steps quieter.

You begin heading down to his office, but you hear something. Steps. "Shit" you whisper and stop in your place. You begin to run. You run all the way to his office, which is not far. You always go there to hang out with him… a lot actually. He loves showing you things that he's discovered because he knew nobody else would really care like you did.

You get to his office and step in and he smiles, ear to ear. You love his smile, it's so sweet and so… well… unsettling. The room is black-gray painted, and parts of it were white, but barel. You look around a bit and then down at him, sitting at a desk. "So, what did you need to "ask" me?" You ask and

"Well, I know this is straightforward but, Y/n, do you love me?" He asks and your jaw drops, but you hold your place. "What? Um…" you blush. "I'm sorry, please disregard what I just said, I was just wondering." He exclaims. "No, no, I- I do actually." You stutter and his eyes open widely. "Oh, ok, well I guess I can say that I love you back, you have always been special to me and I guess I formed an… attraction." He says and your mind is filled with questions.

"How can you love, you are only an artificial person?" You ask and he smiles once again. "Well, the thing is, I don't actually have the answer for that, you just… to put it in simple terms, amaze me, you are so… beautiful." He says and you blush "well thank you, Bishop" you blurt, not knowing this feeling that was pouring down on you. He gets up from his chair and walks over to you.

"Bishop?" You ask and he puts his large hand on your cheek. You smile widely as you knew what he was going to do and you let it happen. His lips met yours and as soon as it began, it ended. A quick kiss before he went to sit back down.

"Well anyways, there was also something I needed to tell you. When we get back to earth, they are granting us a free vacation, and it's going to be fully funded by the Weyland-Yutani corps! For some reason, they invited me! Maybe just for a friendly face, but i'm… excited!" He says, running on. "Well that's great, more time to hang out with you!" You blush happily.

"Come, I want to show you something!" He smiles and you come over. He pulls out a chair and you sit down.

An hour later

"Yeah! Well it's…" He said as he looked at his watch "2:57 now, we better get going." "Oh! Ok, yeah I almost forgot!" You say as you both stand up and race to the Cryosleep room, side by side.

When you reach there, everyone is already ready to go into Cryosleep except for you and Bishop. "Get ready you two, and, I saw you go into his office" Apone glared at you and you sigh and you do what he says.

You lie in your chamber, pondering endlessly about… nothing again. You lie flat on your back, watching as Hudson shoots you a middle finger with a shit eating grin on his face and then closes the door to the chamber. You float off to sleep with a smile on your face.

3 weeks later, asleep

You wake up from Cryosleep, but in an unfamiliar room. It looks like a bedroom, a nice one too. You're only wearing underwear, and a wristband that says in all caps "WEYLAND-YUTANI CORPS" "this must be a Wey-yu hotel?" You whisper to yourself. Why were you half naked, You thought.

You hear a knock at your door and you panic. "One second!" You shout and you scramble to find clothes. You make your way over to the drawer in the far corner of the room and you slip on an oversized top and head to the door.

You open it and see a familiar face, then you smile widely. "Hello Bishop! What are you doing here-" you mumble, figuring out what happened. Bishop was wearing a striped shirt and gray sweatpants. He looked so cute like that. "Wait, I remember, but what are you doing at my hotel room?" You go on and he smiles back. "Just checking in. How are you?" He asks. "Oh, I'm fine! Still groggy, but fine." You say and his eyes seem to scan you from head to toe. "You look healthy from the outside, so I'm guessing you are feeling ok."

"Yeah" you say as you look at the clock in front of the door. "Can I come in?" He asks and you nod as you head back over to the drawer to finish getting dressed for the day. "Hey Bishop" you call as you are still facing the drawer "How does this look on me?" You turn around and he smiles again. "Perfect, Y/n" he exclaims and you blush as he sits down on the bed. "Thank you"

"So, how long is our "vacation" before we have to get back to work?" You ask and he looks around the room, something he would save in his "brain" for analysis later. "Two weeks." He says with a warm tone in his voice. "Oh! Nice!" You say excitedly. "Well, what do you want to do first? And… you never told me where we were going."

"Oh, I'm sorry, we are in Orlando, Florida, and I don't know what I would want to do first, it's really up to you and Hicks." He says and you half-gasp "Hicks is here? That's great!" You accidentally shout, knowing Hicks could probably hear you, but you weren’t sure which hotel room he was in so you had hope that he couldn’t hear you.

"Oops. Well, we can go get breakfast at…" you stop for a moment as you hear another knock at your door. You go to open it, and It's Hicks. "I heard someone say my name?" He said and leaned against the door, arms crossed and a smirk on his face. "Uh… yeah, but I didn't mean to be that loud" you laugh.

"It's ok" He chuckles and looks around your room and sees the man sitting on your bed. "What's he doing here?" Hicks raises an eyebrow and Bishop smiles at him. "Oh, he just came in to talk I guess" you sigh. "Sounds like Bishop to me." He laughs and you smile. "So, what were you talking about?" Hicks asks. "Oh! Yeah, we were talking about where we wanted to go this morning." You exclaim with joy.

"Well anyways…" you say as you look on top of the drawer and see something. A map of… what? Florida? You grab the map and to no surprise, it is a map of Florida, but it's fun things to do! "Well I see that The Glass Knife is open! It says here it has sandwiches, pastries, cakes, and doughnuts! We could go there?" You say as you look down at the map.

"We could go there for breakfast!" Hicks says with a smile. "Let me get ready and I'll call a Taxi." Hicks says. He's in an oversized shirt and probably boxers, you guessed. Bishop was wearing a long sleeve striped shirt and trousers.

20 minutes later

You were having a really good conversation with Bishop about some really interesting things, mostly about him and his programming, but in-between things, he's talking about how he loves you, and how beautiful you are. He just can't keep it in. You are blushing hard, but that stops when you hear another knock at your door.

"I'll be right there!" You shout and give Bishop one last hug before you get up and go to the door to be met by Hicks. "Ready to go?" He asks while smiling at Bishop, to which Bishop looks around the room, like a dog who just did something bad. "Yep! Let's go!" You say as you tuck in the oversized shirt you have on, into your shorts.

Bishop gets up and you take his hand. Hicks peeks around his shoulder, peering at your hands tangled with his, and he sighs and turns around, right before you could leave. "Are you two together or something?" He asks before you could understand what was going on. You were smiling like an idiot, but not for long after he said that.

"Uhhh… I mean, he's a… are we?" You look back around at Bishop. "Yes… I think." He smiles and you turn back to Hicks. "Ok… that's pretty cool… I guess." Hicks says, not sure if he should be happy about you and Bishop, or to be concerned that he's a… well, synthetic, and you are a human.

You motion your way over to a closet, where you find all of your things that you brought with you on the Sulaco. "Yes!" You whisper so no one can hear you, except for Bishop. "What did you find?" He asks. "My stuff!" You whisper back and he smiles "Glad you found it." He whispers back. You grab your wallet, and you get going.

The drive was really nice, you got to see all the beautiful palm trees, and the most stunning houses, a little farther from the Wey-Yu Hotel, but that was alright. You joked around with Bishop the whole way there, mostly about how harsh Apone was most of the time, and how you guys never caught a break. Hicks talked, but not much, and the Driver was dead silent, until you finally got there and he gave you a weird stare and hoped you had a nice day.

You hopped out of the car to see a modern looking building, and Bishop just stares at it for a while, processing what he's seeing. "Bishop? C'mon" you call to him as you and Hicks start walking into the Café. "Sorry, just taking in new information." He says and follows you in.

"Do we want to eat in, or out?" You ask. "Out." Hicks says. You know he didn't like eating around people because it made him nervous. Bishop nods his head in agreement with Hicks. You walk up to the counter to order and people are giving Bishop and you smiles. Weirdly enough, not Hicks because he looks grumpy.

Before you could ask what's wrong with him, he speaks and is the first to order. "Yeah, uhm, can I have the cheddar biscuit sandwich?" He takes his time to speak, as he looks at the menu above. "Sure, and what about the Lady in the back, with what looks to be a synthetic." The woman on the other side of the counter says with a smile, and Bishop frowns. "I prefer the term artificial person myself." He smiles.

"Ok, then. Well what would you like, miss?" She asks and you are still confused how she knew Bishop was an artificial person. "Uh.. uh.. I'll have any donut…" you smile nervously. "Ok, and I'm going to assume he doesn't eat." The lady says with a grin. "Actually, I can. Just not human food." He says and you nudge him. "Just say you dont" you whisper and he nods.

The woman goes to get your pastries and Hicks looks a little brighter than before. You nudge him. "Hey Hicks, what's wrong?" You ask and he looks down/up at you. "Nothing really, that driver we had gave me the creeps" He laughs. "Oh, well I hope you are doing better now!" You say happily.

The woman hands you your food and you all head out of the Café. "Where do you guys wanna eat?" Bishop smiles, probably happy to be out of there. "Well," you say, taking out the map that was in the apartment. "There's a park, about a 5 minute walking distance" you say and Bishop and Hicks nods in agreement. You start your walk, food in hand.

At the park

You find some soft grass under a large tree, that has the perfect amount of shade for you all to feel comfortable. You are the first to sit, motioning the others to follow and they did. You formed a triangle-like shape as you opened your bag with the food in it, giving Hicks his food, and Bishop, not having ordered anything, getting nothing.

You bite down into the delicious Donut, smiling as you lick frosting off of your lips and Bishop laughs a little. "What?" You laugh as you nudge him playfully. Hicks looks down at his food and takes a bite, not knowing if he will like it or not. He does, you think as he smiles widely with crumbs hanging onto his lips. "How's your food, Hicks?" You ask. "Really good actually, I'll be right back, he says as he gazes at the recreation center next to the park. He stands up, and rushes over to it.

You take a gaze at Bishop, and scoot closer to him, trying not to drop your donut. He looks at you, not knowing your intentions, but guessing they were nothing bad. He smiles at you and you look at him, then back down to finish your donut. Right after you finished, you leaned on his shoulder, putting an arm around his shoulders and his smile widened. He leans in to kiss your head and you let him. He then takes your arm off of him, reaching his hand for your face, cupping your cheeks.

You smiled, closing your eyes and letting him kiss you deeply. His lips were so soft, not chapped at all. Everything about him was perfect. Before he could continue kissing you, you pulled off, taking in deep breaths. You climb on his lap, wrapping your legs around his torso, but nothing more, and your lips clash with his.

"I love you, Y/n, and always will." He smiles on your lips and you laugh as you push him down onto the soft grass, getting off of him and lying next to him. "I love you too" you sigh as you rest your head on his shoulder. You wished you had all the time in the world together with him, but as soon as it began, it ended. You and Bishop turn your head to see Hicks running down from the recreation center, and you two sit up.

"What are you two doing?" He says playfully, and crosses his arms. Right before Bishop could speak, you looked at him, and then Hicks, embarrassed. "Just looking at the clouds" you smile and Bishop does the same. "Mhm" Hicks says.

You were both done with your food, so you decided it was time to head back. Bishop insists he should throw away the trash and you let him. He's also the one to call the taxi with a bright smile across his face.

Back at the Hotel.

You step out of the car, breathing in the fresh Florida air. You wait, as the other two get out of the car and say thanks, and goodbye to the driver. Suddenly, you feel an arm snaking around your waist, not squeezing, just resting there. You squeak and turn around to see that it's just Bishop.

You let him eventually hug, and kiss you on the cheek. The car drives off, and you and Bishop hold hands while walking into the hotel, Hicks walking behind you.

On the 17th floor of the Hotel

Hicks, Bishop, and you split up into your rooms, but not before he gives you a kiss, and everything goes quiet, and you walk away into your room. The first thing you do is go over to change into a long gown. It makes you feel stronger. After you do a spin in it, you walk over to your bed and lie on it, sun barely shining through the window onto you. You stared at the TV, wishing you could stream your favorite movie on it, but you knew it was not available. It was a really old movie from the 1980s… damn, that was a long time ago, you thought.

You had another favorite movie from the 2020s, also a long time ago. You grab the remote and look for the movie. "Ha! I knew they would still have it!" You whispered to yourself. You get under the covers, and snuggle up with yourself right before you get to watching it.

In the middle if the movie, you turn your head to the side, not knowing why, you are missing something, you think. … Him, Bishop. It's like you can't be without him today. "Shit" you whisper, not knowing why you want him so badly. Your body is already getting up, without your mind's consent. You sigh, knowing what you really wanted. Him. You sneak out of your room. You wondered if this was a good idea, since it was getting late. You checked the clock at the end of the hall, right next to his room. 8:47. You had all the time in the world to turn back, but you decide not to.

You let out your final sigh before knocking on his door. "Coming!" He shouts from the other side of the door, eventually opening it to see you and he smiles. Your eyes widen. He's completely shirtless, and wearing sweat pants. "I- hello" you smile uncontrollably, unable to take your eyes off of him. He smiles and cups your face, bringing you in for a quick kiss. You are completely flustered, with all that's happening in front of you. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" He asks, and you shake your head no. "Alright good, just checking!" He smiles. "Y/n, you look beautiful in that gown." He says and you blush. "Thank you"

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to come over to my room to hang out!" You say, shyly. "Sure" He smiles softly. Before you can start walking, he scoops you up, bridal style into his arms and you gasp, but you let him carry out what he's doing. He carries you down the hall, and over to your room, and you stretch over to enter the chip that came with your room.

As the door opens, he lets you down slowly, and holds the door open for you. You say thank you again and you both head in. He goes to sit on your bed like he did this morning, and you went to sit with him. "So, why did you want me here?" He asks and you smile nervously. "I got lonely" you say and he frowns. "How can I help, Y/n" he asks and you laugh and put your head on his shoulder. "Being here of course." You smile and he does the same. "Then I'll stay," He says.

"So, what have you been doing, and what would you like to do now?" He asks. "Well, I was watching a movie, and then I felt… like something was missing. You know. So I went over to get you." You say and he gently squeezes your arm. "Y/n, I missed you too, I love you so much." He says, playing with what he could of your hair. "I know, you've told me at least a million times today. But I love you too." You smile. Tears begin to brim your eyes and you suddenly hug him tightly, your head, plunging into his soft chest. He hugs you back, squeezing a little too hard, but you don't mind.

He had nothing to say. He just wanted to comfort you, to make you feel loved, which he was successful at. You were crying, hard, remembering the times where you felt like you weren't loved at all, but he was here now, and you felt completely loved, like he could protect you from anything dark to come. He plants kisses on your head, making you feel so much better.

You slowly push off of him, tears, all gone now. He smiles, happy to make you feel better. You stand up from the bed, reaching out your hand for him to take, and he does, standing there, waiting for you to do something. You let go of his hand to grab the remote.

Thankfully, there was an app called Spotify on your TV, that allows you to play old, and new music, but you fell in love with the old music a long time ago. "Hey Bishop," you call to him and he perks up. "Do you like old music? From the 1970s through 2020s?" You ask and he looks confused, a kind of blanked out stare. "I haven't heard much music in my life" He frowns.

"Well, it's really good, I'm gonna put it on!" You giggle. "Ok!" He calls back, seeming excited to hear it. With one push of a button, Shut Up and Dance turned on. Right when it started, you ran over to him and grabbed his hand. He looks down at his hand, and then up at you. "C'mon, let's dance!" You nod your head to the beat. He looks around the room, not knowing what you really want him to do.

"Bishop… you know how to dance right?" You ask, with a sudden frown on your face. "Not much, no," He says. "oh… well, I'll teach you, c'mon!" You paint a small smile on your face. This is gonna be hard, you think. "Ok," you sigh. "Let's start by tapping our feet on the ground." You say and he complies. "You got it! Now, start by moving your arms and swaying side to side with the beat!" You laugh. "Ok…" He wobbles on his feet. He starts to sway side to side, catching up with the beat, but still a little off. "Yeah! You got it… now move freely. Just let your body move to the beat!

You begin to dance around the room, encouraging him to do the same. He follows you, and mimics your movements perfectly. You laugh, waving your arms around to see if he would mimic you, and he did. You were on the verge of crying-laughing now, and he didn't have a clue to what was going on. "Bishop… don't just copy me. Try to come up with your own moves and stuff, like just jam to the music." You laugh. "Ok, how about this!" He says and he does something like the robot dance, and you snort.

"Bishop no… but get it I guess" you say and he stops suddenly and walks up to you slowly. You close your eyes, not expecting him to grab your waste, and dip you. Your eyes widen, and you let out a shriek, trying not to lose your balance. That is virtually impossible, as he could never let you fall. His grip on you was tight, but not even close to hurting you. He could never.

He lifts you back up, lifting you off of the ground by your hips, spinning you once while trying to look into your eyes, which were gazing around the room to try to center on something, anything. He notices you are getting a bit dizzy, so he slowly lets you down on the bed and you fall back with a soft thump. You finally center on a spot on the ceiling, and come down from the slight shock you had just been in. "Are you ok? Did I hurt you?" He asks and you shake your head no. "Nope, just wasn't expecting that" you laugh.

The song comes to an end, and you're still breathing hard. He's still trying his best to dance, even though the song has ended, but soon he's by your side again, rubbing your back the way you love. He kisses the side of your head and lays you down onto the bed, covering you with the sheets with swift, efficient motions. Next, he moves on top of the bed, getting under the covers and wrapping one arm around your shoulders.

Thankfully the remote is just above your hip, so you don't have to have him move away from the position he's in. You move your knees up to your stomach, leaning into him. You put one hand on his chest, and the other is gripping the remote, searching for the Netflix button. "Here!" You whisper and he looks over at you, and back to the TV.

"So, what do you plan on watching?" He asks and smiles widely. He had never really seen a lot of shows, so he didn't really know what watching one was like. He did read a lot of books though, just not TV. "Hmmm… maybe this really, really old movie called Revenge of The Sith, it's from Star Wars!" You exclaim happily, excited to get to watch this with him.

He looks back up at the TV and smiles as the big yellow letters pop up on the screen. He's taking in all this new information, reading the opening crawl, not missing any words. His eyes are glazed over from getting deep into the movie, which haven't even been 15 minutes in yet. You could tell he was really interested. You rest your head on his shoulders and he snaps out of his trance-like state, reaching one hand up from your shoulders, to play with what he could of your hair. He smiles and looks down over at you, just making sure you are ok with what he's doing.

About 2 hours later, at the end of the movie

"That was great! It really touched my synthetic heart" Bishop laughed. You smile, happy that he liked the movie, but it was getting late, and you were already drifting off to sleep. "Are you tired, Y/n?" He nudges you and you nod slowly. "Can you sleep? Or… well…" you ask and he nods.

"something like that. I can set a quick timer for sleep mode, and wake up at that time." He smiles. "Yeah, do that. How about 10:00 AM?" You ask. "Yeah, I can do that." He pauses for a moment, then lays a kiss on your head, and you finally drift off to sleep, thinking about all the things you could do tomorrow. He lies next to you, in a hugging position. You felt completely safe.

A/N: ok so I just discovered the "Under the cut" feature... yeah I'm dumb... anyways, ty for reading! (There will be more chapters)

[mistaeq]

I'd like to request a part 6 matchup then please 👀 I'm a scorpio, INFP, bisexual, usually quiet, bizarre gen z sense of humor, big savior complex haha oops, I struggle with depression and I love drawing, listening to music and writing ofc. I get anxious in big crowds so I tend to avoid them, or if I can't avoid them then I just hide behind the person I trust. Thx bby ❤️

Matchup

TW // depression is mentioned

Thank you for your request, Memory !! Hope you will enjoy this. Finally back with matchups ~♡

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My first matchup choice for you is...

Narciso Anasui!

When you first met, in Emporio's hidden room, Anasui asked himself how could such a quiet person like you be in jail. He genuinely couldn't get it. Narciso doesn't like too talkative people, since he moves, acts and listens to others for his own interests only. But your behavior really caught his attention. Someway maybe more than Kujo Jolyne did.

Since the first time he met anyone, that person would ask questions about his life, his mistakes, about the crime he had committed to be there. And he just didn't like it. That is why, the man had asked Emporio - or Weather Report - to be the one to inform people about his past before people asked him directly. But everyone always ended up asking him for more details. How annoying. You didn't, by the way.

Much to his surprise, though, you know how to me loud and chaotic too, above all when you and Foo Fighters laugh together over memes. He took a look at those too, just for the sake of knowing what you like. Might it be just because he knew that you were the one liking them, even if those memes were not his thing, he'll admit he's let out a couple giggles, looking through those along with you and F.F.

After he got to know you, it looked like Jolyne had completely slipped and gone away from his mind. Much to her happiness, to be honest. Narciso's undesired avances were on the verge of making her go completely feral. "It looks like it's your time to get his marriage proposals, Memory..." Kujo chirped, laughing at your shocked expression when she talked about marriage proposals.

Did you say savior complex? Narciso definitely cherishes this side of you. He's in love with the way you're always in the first row, when it comes to helping someone who needs your help. He even got the occasion to save you as well, when you happened to put yourself in trouble because of your will to absolutely help someone.

This exaggerated - but not negative at all - obsession about you made him wanna start to get all worried about everyone as well. Emporio always told you, Anasui never helped anyone, unless it regarded him or was for his own profit. You told him not to force himself over a behavior which didn't belong to him, since just like you do, he might have ended up in plenty of troubles. But he just wanted to conquer your heart.

Nobody would have dared to bet a single coin on it, but Narciso Anasui is an actual cheesy man, when he's infatuated for someone, who happens to be you. He won't even let depression get to you, the pink haired man is so ready to fight against it for you. In every hobby and passion of yours, you'll find him supporting you and complimenting your job.

This guy fucking loves reading. Please, don't be afraid to ask suggestions or opinions to him, when you're writing something and need someone to read it to comment it and maybe give you some tips. He didn't have many hobbies or things to do in prison, so he used to stick to reading books and letting his fantasy fly outside of the GD St. Jail. Plus we all know one if his all time favourite characters is Mickey... he's a hidden child.

He's never gonna bring you into crowded places, and even if he doesn't judge a place as "crowded", he's gonna ask you first anyway. The last thing Narciso wants is making you feel bad for a decision of his. He wouldn't forgive himself for such a thing. The man learnt to pay attention to your expressions of discomfort, and knows when he has to help you.

He doesn't like it, when he has to do it, because it means you're not feeling well, but he won't hide he feels pretty lucky, when you hide behind him, since it means that you really trust him. Don't tell anyone, but Jolyne and Foo Fighter overheard him bragging about this to an annoyed Weather Report, who just wanted to sleep and had to listen to Anasui's half-an-hour-long essay about you, instead.

My second matchup choice for you is...

Hermés Costello!

Hermés has been having a crush on you, a pretty strong one, for a good amount of time by now, but the thought of you probably not liking girls was haunting her, and she had no idea of what to do to not to make it awkward. She looked for Jolyne, to ask her for an opinion... and overheard you right in the act of revealing your bisexuality to your best friend. Lucky! She started to hang around you more, after that day.

The truth is, that Costello usually laughs over the bizarre gen Z type of memes, but just doesn't want to admit it. She's naturally calmer than you, or for example Foo Fighters, so she thinks that laughing over those might make her menacing woman façade disappear. She doesn't know whether it might be easier to conquer you by being serious and mysterious or by laughing with you.

When she finally chose to confess, she did it in the most cliché way ever. She just didn't know how to do it. She left a note with a confession in your prison cell, and waited for a reaction from you. If it was positive, then, good for her, she would have been able to love you. If it was negative, she would have made up an excuse to make you believe the note was just one of Jojo and F.F.'s pranks. Luckily, you accepted.

Good thing you have such a savior complex, because Hermés tends to constantly put herself in an ocean of troubles, and will definitely need someone to save her everytime, along with Jolyne and Foo Fighters. If it wasn't for you questioning where she is everytime, she probably would have died after not even a week. But luckily, she has such a good girlfriend thinking about her when she needs it.

Depression? Say no more. Your girlfriend will never leave your side on days when you feel it kicking in more than usual. It's true, you can't do much in prison, but the woman keeps on promising you that once you'll be out of there, she'll bring you to lots of new places to explore, wherever you'd like, to take care of your sadness and bad feelings. Damn, finding love in prison is wild.

She sometimes uses Kiss to duplicate herself and be able to take care of you, above all when you're feeling down and needs something to cheer you up. Two Hermés aren't just perfect for cuddling, but also to have fun, since it's comic to see her twice. Though, you tend to ask her to not to do it often, since going back to a single one after Kiss's effect ends, is sometimes painful for Hermés and you're aware of it.

"Yo, Memory... is that possibly... me?" Costello asked, staring at the drawing you were working on, sitting in your prison cell, the sketchbook on your thighs. You nodded, smiling. You enjoyed sketching her, she was like art to you, and couldn't help loving her body and facial featured. "This is fucking amazing. For real Memory." she sat next to you, and kept on staring at your drawing. "Am I that beautiful in your eyes?"

Oh god. Jolyne and Foo Fighters mock the two of you so much because of your habits. Hermés and you often happen to fall asleep, your head on her shoulder and her head on yours, while you're sharing earphones and listen to your favourite music. Such things aren't really appreciated in the middle of the girls in your prison section, so Emporio allows you and your girlfriend to rest in his hidden room.

Hermés doesn't mind big crowds, but she can't say she enjoys them. She'd rather be in peace, or at least with a bunch of people she enjoys staying with, like you, Jolyne and Foo Fighters. The four of you are like a squad, and perfectly know that they have to keep you away from big crowds. Your girlfriend usually take care of it, but if she's not around, Jojo and F.F. do it for her.

Even without you asking for it, if you can't avoid the crowd, Costello will grab your hand, to make sure you don't get lost or panic because of all the people, and pull you through the confusion of the noisy voices, to a place where the two - or four, depends on whether your friends are there too - of you can spend some quality time without having to worry about protecting you from crowds.

[starshinehemmo]

The One in Which Your Child Plays Cupid (Professor!Luke)

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summary: in the end, it’s only thanks to your child that you manage to snatch up your charming professor.

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“What's a ‘derogation rule’?” asked a small voice. Everybody's attention diverted to the front of the class, where your little girl sat at the massive teacher's desk, colouring in her book. The professor smiled, turning to her to direct his answer.

“Well, little girl,” he began, “First of all, what do we do before we speak?”

Your daughter's eyes widened, as she blushed. “Oops,” she said. “We raise our hand.”

“That's correct. Another point for the princess!” His eyes twinkled almost as bright as hers as he added another star to her name in the list. Professor Hemmings had taught her how to write her name, so she could scribble it down in his list in order to have her own spot, and whenever she got something right, he'd add to the stars which already continued on to the next page. “Students,” he then said, turning back to the rest of his class, “You should really keep up. Adelaide here is way ahead of you!” The class chuckled while Adelaide looked smug at the professor's comment.

He faced her again. “And now to answer your question, Addy, a ‘derogation rule’ is a norm in which an annulment or invalidation regarding another law is described. Make any sense?”

Adelaide's face scrunched up as she ran his sentence in her mind over again, trying to break it into words and interpret them. After a while, during which no one interrupted her thought process, she nodded her head. “Yeah, I guess so.” For a four-year-old, your little girl already had a massive vocabulary stored in her brain, thanks to her frequently sitting in during your lectures. Her favourite was, of course, Professor Hemmings' one.

He smiled. “Great. Moving on.” He clapped his hands once, getting right back to where he left off, as Adelaide returned her focus to her colouring book.

And this was how it went most of his classes. The professor—well, he was actually just a teacher’s assistant—lectured, and every now and then, Adelaide would raise her hand—or like today, just blurt her question out loud. You'd been a stay-at-home mom for almost two years of her life, but then decided to come back to study as your daughter had grown old enough to either stay at day care or like today, visit your lectures.

///

“Hey, you,” said a voice, pulling you out of your slumber. Instantly, your eyes widened and you shot right up in your seat...and knocked your head into said person's chin. He groaned in pain, mumbling, “Fucking hell.” Professor Hemmings released another string of profanities. “How can a person as small as you hurt so much?”

“I'm—Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry!” you exclaimed, blood rushing into your cheeks. The top of your head throbbed and it took everything in you to keep from rubbing at it. You were embarrassed enough. You couldn't believe you had fallen asleep in the middle of a lecture. 

The professor chuckled. “Don't worry about it,” he said, raising his arm. Probably to rub at his chin, which must hurt much more than your head. 

Still, you couldn't raise your eyes to look at him. “I apologise for falling asleep,” you said quietly and in a rush, as you began to gather up all your papers and books and stuffing them into your bag as quickly as possible. “I know that was very disrespectful of me, and it won't happen again. Again, I am very sorry!” you blurted, standing on wobbly legs. Finally, you somehow managed to meet his gaze, though you were sure your face was as red as a tomato. 

Surprisingly, Hemmings wasn't looking at you in a pissed off kind of way. His eyes more held amusement as his mouth twitched. Clearing his throat, he let his fist fall from his chin. “Are you alright?” he asked, the amusement fading. 

“Uh...” He cocked an eyebrow. “Well, my head hurts obviously. Your chin isn't that soft either, you know.” With that being said, you couldn't help but raise your hand and softly rub at the throbbing area of your head. There will most definitely be a noticeable bump tomorrow. “I—Uh, are you alright?”

“Yeah, that?” he asked, pointing towards his chin and then making a swiping motion with his hand. “That's nothing.” You could tell from the angry redness that it was not nothing. Guilt coloured your already red cheeks even redder, all the way to the tips of your ears. 

“I'm so sorry,” you said again, holding your hand out as if in peace offering. 

Hemmings smiled at you again, his eyes flickering towards your hand before returning back to your eyes. “What's got you sleeping in my lecture anyway?” There was mischief hidden in his voice. So much blood was rushing towards your face that you were beginning to slightly worry about the rest of your body. 

“That's not appropriate, I think, Professor.” 

He shrugged. “Only, if you make it inappropriate. Which would be all by your own doing. Me? I'm simply demanding an explanation as to what was so interesting the night before that it got you this tired at a one p.m. lecture that the only way to surpass said tiredness, was to sleep it off.”

Raising a hand to your cheek in embarrassment, you couldn't help but blush even harder due to how hot it was. “Stop,” you mumbled softly, half a smile, half a cringe resting on your face. “It's not what you think,” you said. “I'm a single mother.” Gripping the handles of your bag tightly, you dared to raise your eyes. 

He wasn't looking at you like you had expected him to. With pity maybe—people tend to look at you like that, thinking you were stuck with a tiny person you didn't want, when in fact you loved her more than life itself. Or with newfound disdain—people tend to look at you like that as well, because of your young age. Professor Hemmings on the other hand was looking at you with ... happiness and there was this glimmer in his eyes. “You have a kid?” he asked, smiling widely. 

“Uh, yeah. She's almost two.”

When Hemmings made a move to put down the seat in front of you, you raised your eyebrows. “What?” he asked, “Why stand when we can sit?”

So you unfolded your seat as well and sat down again. He leaned forward in his seat which forced you to back up a little. He didn't seem to notice. “So if she's almost two, how come you're so tired? Don't toddlers sleep through the night?” There was a genuine interest in his voice, another aspect about this conversation that positively surprised you.

“Well, yeah,” you began. “But sometimes I have to take the night shift when a co-worker cancels last minute, so there's that.”

Hemmings leaned back again. “Hmm,” he hummed. “How about, next time you get called in, you stay home the next day—”

“That's not—”

“Let me finish,” he interrupted your interruption, laughing. “The professors here are all very understanding when it comes to children. Especially single parents. If you ask them, they'll forward you anything they touched on during the lecture you missed.”

“Really? I didn't know that.” You honestly had not. 

“Of course. And you know,” he said, raising from his seat again. “You can bring her to lectures as well. To mine that is. Other's too, but I think they'd like a heads up prior to it. I'd really love to meet your little one.” And with a final smile he went back to the front of the class and began gathering up his own stuff. 

///

“That's it for today,” Professor Hemmings said as knocks erupted around the room. You quickly stuffed everything back into your bag and walked to your daughter in the front.

“Momma, look at this picture I drew for you!” she shouted, scrambling to get off the high chair to show you her artwork.

“Aw, baby, that's so pretty,” you congratulated her, while taking in the scenery (it was a flower field) with the three stick figures in the front, though you had to do a double take as you saw she had drawn her father into the picture as well—something she hadn't ever done before. “You drew daddy?” you asked quietly, failing to keep the enthusiasm in your voice.

“No, silly momma. I drew Lukey!” she exclaimed excitedly, holding the picture even higher up as she grinned at you.

“Oh?” came your surprise, as you turned to look at Luke with slightly widened eyes. His matched yours. There was also a faint tinge of pink on his cheeks, as he—like the Luke you, and maybe only you from all of your classmates, knew—began fumbling with his hands. He always did this when he was nervous. Though, you could see a grin trying to fight its way on his lips.

“You like it, momma?”

Redirecting your stare from Luke to your daughter, you crouched down in front of her, grabbing her waist and squeezing. “I love it so much, baby girl. You did a very nice job,” you told her, tapping her little nose.

She grinned, a smug look settling on her face. “Thank you, momma.”

“You're very welcome, sunshine.” Looking up, you smiled at a still flustered Luke and then back at your daughter. “Come on, let's finish packing you up and then we can go out to have our ice cream with fries.”

“Yay!” she squealed instantly. Adelaide thrusted her drawing into your chest, suggesting you should take it, before she scrambled up on the big chair and began collecting all of her supplies.

Above you, Luke cleared his throat. Patting his messenger bag, he said, “Good night. I'll see you guys next week,” and with a polite smile turned on his feet.

Quickly, you jumped up from your crouch, calling after him. There was a rush of adrenaline flowing through your veins and it was fuelling a very irrational part of your brain. “Now come on. That's no way for family to act, is it?” Your heart thudded so loudly, you feared he could hear it.

Facing you again, Luke stared at you, his lips slightly apart. “Excuse me?”

Taking a breath, you grinned, adjusting the strap of your bag. “According to my daughter, you're part of our little family. So, daddy—” he choked into a cough, causing your grin to turn into a rather mischievous one “—what do you say to ice cream and fries?”

His eyes fell on Adelaide for a second, who looked up at him in her sweet Adelaide-way. It made your heart swell—seeing both of them looking at each other like that. Though you'd never really paid attention to it, today you noticed just how much love Luke's gaze held when he looked at your daughter. And as him, Adelaide looked at him with so much wonder and amazement. It made you secretly wish that Luke really was her father. You knew, he'd have made a good one.

“Addy, sunshine—” There your heart went again, as he used the same nickname for your daughter. “—you okay with me joining your weekly ice cream date?”

She nodded enthusiastically, her eyes lighting up. “Yeah!” she said, and you couldn't help but notice how he said weekly, as in, he'd come with you every week? You were more than fine with that and chose to ignore the other possibility of him referring to the past weekly dates.

“Well,” Luke said, looking at you again. “I guess then it's settled.”

“I guess so,” you answered, grabbing for Adelaide's hand and pulling her off his chair. Together you left the auditorium, Luke walking on the other side of your daughter—her tiny hand clasped in his giant one, swinging.

///

The diner you went to was fairly in the middle of your route home. It had always been there but you hadn't actually walked in until you were pregnant with Adelaide and had major cravings for ice cream and fries. So basically, this tradition began even before she was born, making it that much more special.

Like every week, you walked. Adelaide tended to skip along the streets, drinking in every new thing she discovered with each step she took. You absolutely adored watching your daughter getting to know the world, loved the innocent questions she shot you with her big pure eyes that held an entire universe in them. It reminded you of your own childhood, as your mother loved telling you about what a smart child you had been. And your parents were the greatest tutors in your life, making sure to never leave a question unanswered. So you also paid attention to also give her an answer for whatever question she had, even if sometimes you didn't have the perfect one but rather only a weak "I don't know, baby”. Oftentimes she'd nod, run off and find the answer herself. And every time she shared it with you, amazement engulfed you, because how could such a little girl always manage to find an answer that satisfied her enough? Not even you had the pleasure to always find the right answer.

“Lukey, have you ever broken the law?” Adelaide asked, looking up at your professor, whose hand was still clasped around hers, contrary to yours, which was dangling lonely against your side. Somewhere along the walk she had let go and tugged Luke forward to show him her favourite flowers from a flower shop. With every other person, you would've been offended and maybe just a tiny bit hurt, but surprisingly, not with Luke. It was rather the opposite, as a giant smile had erupted on your face, watching them talk about their favourite animals and why they didn't like going to the zoo. (It was because they didn't like seeing them so sad and caged in.)

“Hm,” Luke said. “Let me think for a second.” After he'd decided on the most appropriate answer for a four-year-old, he said, “I've driven past the speed limit a couple of times before.” Adelaide gasped. “But nothing serious. I've never put anyone in danger by it,” he assured, watching her carefully, to see if she was satisfied with his answer.

“But Lukey, you're a teacher of the law!” Adelaide spoke, her eyes widened and clear horror written on her face. She stopped mid-stride, pushing their intertwined hands against his hips. “You should do better, Lukey.”

Both you and Luke snorted as you couldn't keep your laughter in. Glancing at each other, you saw the amusement in this situation. Your toddler kid was seriously scolding an almost uni-professor. Only your child would have the courage to do such a thing.

Adelaide's eyebrows scrunched up in annoyance at your laughing. “This isn't funny, mommy and Lukey. This is serious.” But upon seeing her adorable little face, you couldn't help but laugh even more, much to her anger. “Mommy! Don't laugh at me! Laws are here for a reason. You should all be ashamed of yourself,” she finished her speech, then freed her hand out of Luke's grasp, turned around and crossed her arms over her chest. Quickly, you silenced your laughter, even though you still found this moment to be quite funny, but didn't want your daughter to feel anymore ridiculed.

Looking at Luke, you saw that he held the same regretful expression. Shrugging, he exclaimed, “Yeah, don't laugh at Addy, mommy!” in a mock voice. You swallowed back a sound of surprise, as your heart forgot a beat in its rhythm.

But Adelaide only said, “You laughed, too, Lukey.”

Clearing his throat, he crouched down behind Adelaide—awkwardly, long limbs bent uncomfortably—and said, “We're sorry we laughed, Addy, sunshine.” But she simply took another step away from him. And you could've sworn, you saw Luke's shoulders drop a tiny bit as he witnessed her rejection to his apology—like he was seriously hurt by the distance she put between them. Tentatively, he reached his hand forward and sweetly swiped his forefinger across the back of her neck and then tickled her back, which, of course, caused her to giggle and pull away. “Don't be mad, little girl. We are very sorry and you're right. We should pay more attention to the laws since they were put in place for a reason. I promise I won't speed anymore. And your mommy. . .Well, I actually don't know what laws she likes to break, so mommy—” he looked up at you, the same clouded look in his eyes that he had before, when he had called you mommy “—what laws do you like breaking, huh?”

Glaring and blushing at him at the same time, you said, “Sometimes I walk even when it's still red. But like Luke promised, I will also try to never walk when it's red, because that is against the law,” before crouching down beside Luke to wait for your daughter's reaction.

With that being said, Adelaide spun back around, the biggest grin plastered on her face as she threw herself into you two and latched her arms around your necks. Both of you laughed, hugging her back and in result, each other. You must've looked funny to bystanders, crouched there in a heap—a triangular hug. Though as the seconds ticked by, all your mind seemed to focus on, was how much of a family you must've looked like as well.

Luke's arm was wound tightly around your waist, and the second he removed it, your skin tingled from the loss of contact.

“Now,” he said. “I think two very pretty girls promised me ice cream with fries, no?” He reached for your daughter’s hand again, smiling in content.

///

“Addy, sunshine, look at your face,” you exclaimed, giggling. “It’s full of ice cream.” Grabbing a napkin, you reached across the table to wipe it off, but were beat to it by Luke.

“I got it,” he said, taking the napkin from you and gently wiping Adelaide’s mouth. When he finished, Addy turned her head and grinned at him. This sight truly warmed your heart. Unsurprisingly, your daughter had chosen to sit next to Luke, leaving you all by yourself on the other side. It gave you a perfect view to watch them interact, though, and seeing them together made you forget all about the fact that Adelaide had chosen somebody else over you. The fact made you even strangely happy.

It reminded you of a father-daughter relationship.

///

Adelaide yawned. “I’m tired, momma.”

“We’re going home now. In just a few minutes you can go to sleep, all right?” you said, pulling her to her feet.

“But I don’t think I can make it home, momma.” She pouted. And for good measurement, she swayed a little, her eyes widening in innocence.

Biting your lip, you knew exactly what she was trying to achieve here. “Addy, you’re such a big girl now. Momma doesn’t have the strength to carry you.”

She grinned, the tired face she’d perfected slipping for a tiny moment, as she said “But Lukey can!”, before she went back to swaying.

“Oh no, baby, he can’t,” you told her, blushing. “That’s not—”

“Sure, I can,” Luke’s voice interrupted you.

You shot Adelaide an scolding look, before regarding Luke with an apologetic one. “You really don’t have to. She’s just being lazy, and if she really can’t carry on, I’ll carry her. Really, it’s no problem. Least of all yours.”

Luke solemnly shook his head, grinning. “I got this. Relax, momma bear.”

Dang, what the hell was up with this man today? If he kept calling you any more of these things, your heart might just jump straight out of your chest.

///

“It was a really nice day today. With you,” said Luke from behind you, as you fumbled with your keys to fit in the lock of your apartment.

Grinning to yourself, you threw him a smile across your shoulder. “I enjoyed your company as well, Professor.” Finally, the key disappeared into the lock and with a satisfying click, you nudged the door open.

Turning around, you could see Luke rolling his eyes at you. “I really don’t want to think of myself as your teacher.”

For a second, fear froze your body. But then you saw the blush in his cheeks and how his teeth were buried in his bottom lip. “And why’s that?” Slowly, your tongue ran across your own lip. “Professor?”

With your sleeping daughter in his arms, he took a tentative step closer to you. “Well,” he said, gaze wandering to his feet. “I don’t know about you, but I rather think a teacher-student-relationship is unethical. Don’t you agree?” His eyes met yours.

Slowly, you reached out to brush through Adelaide’s soft hair. “Who said anything about a relationship?” you tease, keeping your voice serious.

“I—I thought—” Luke began to stutter, his cheeks flaming red, but you wanted to toy with him just a little longer, just because he looked so darn adorable. “Okay, this is kind of awkward. . .” he said, as he tried to look anywhere, but at you. “I’m so sorry—”

His agony caused you agony as well and suddenly you couldn’t bear to see him this uncomfortable anymore. In a swift move, you placed your hands on either side of his face to pull him down to you and pressed your lips to his.

Luke stumbled into you, but quickly regained his balance so he wouldn’t smash Adelaide between your bodies. “Wha—” came his surprised voice, but you only kissed him harder. Luke relaxed, kissing you like he had all the time in the world and like he was in a rush all at once. His feet came closer to yours, pushing you back into your apartment.

Once you were all inside, he leaned back, whispering, “I really wish I had my hands free for this,” against your cheek, laughing quietly.

Pulling back, you took Adelaide from his arms and solemnly stood there, staring at him sheepishly. “Did this just seriously happen?” you asked, blushing.

Luke shook out his arms and then placed his hands in his pockets. He shrugged his shoulders. “I mean, I hope it did.” He shook his head. “I don’t want to sound like a creeper or anything,” he said, “but I’ve been dreaming of this. With you.” He blushed.

“You only sound like a creep a little tiny bit,” you assured him, laughing. “Let me just put her down, and then we can have a cup of coffee?”

“I don’t drink coffee, but sure,” Luke called after you, as you were already walking towards Adelaide’s room.

Turning around, you said, “Tea then. Just stay for a second, please?”

He grinned again, giving you a thumbs up. “Don’t worry,” he said, “I’ll stay.”

And that was more than enough.

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a/n i wrote this ages ago. seriously, i remember first writing this when i started uni, so 4 years ago almost? i hope it somehow brightened your quarantine :)

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Here I am *dramatic music*. This my turn with the prompt thing muhaha. So, you know me, I'll ask for Destiel because I love the way you write about these two dorks. And... Number 2! Because I'm really curious about the beginning of the list, and because this is my lucky number. So, HOPEFULLY, I wish I will not suffer too much with this one haha. Take care hun xoxo

Hello you lovely being! 

I’ve been working on this today, I hope you like it! 

And there’s only a teensy bit of suffering. Barely there, really... a minuscule amount of angst ;) 

Thanks so much for sending me a prompt!

(prompts are still open. Send me a number between 1 and 635 and I’ll write a thing for you)

Enjoy ^_^

Prompt #2: “I can’t sleep without you here…”

Wandering the halls of the bunker at night was usually Cas’ thing, but tonight Dean had taken over the duty. Cas was in Alabama, chasing a lead on another fallen angel that had gotten into some difficulty or other. Always trying to redeem himself for things long forgiven, that one. Things were quiet overall, though Dean hadn’t been sleeping well the past few nights, or at all really. They’d only just returned from a hunt, a quick rogue shifter case, and it had almost ended in disaster when Dean had been too tired to notice the eye flare on the security footage of the beautician’s parlour, meaning that he’d ended up tied to one of those stupidly heavy chairs with a creepy, alien-style hairdryer thing over his head while Sam did battle with it before it could follow through with its new hobby of skinning people. It its own twisted logic, trying to help them change.

Dean shuddered as he walked, the hallway was cooler than the temperature controlled rooms, which sucked in the winter but now, in early fall, it was actually quite nice. He’d been walking back and forth for fifteen minutes and he was already bored. How did Cas do this all night? Sure, Dean could pull an all-nighter when there was definitely something to watch out for. He could patrol and keep watch and all that, but when things were fine? He was just wandering aimlessly and it was boring. He ended up in the kitchen with a beer in front of him, because that was always the risk he took by getting bored.

Sam had given him a hard time on the drive back home. The drive wasn’t a long one, but it was enough for a stony silence followed by an earful of little brother guilt trip. “I’m not losing you to something so stupid, Dean. Come on, you know better than that, you saw the tape, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“I’m just tired,” was all he could say in return. It was the only defence he had, and a poor one at that. Tired was a Winchester staple. They were both tired. Dean just hadn’t slept.

He knew the reason behind it too, and it wasn’t because of the lack of memory foam on the hunt. He figured that Sam had guessed it, but no matter how pissed he was at Dean for dropping his guard, he was too tactful to mention it.

Dean took a quick pull of his beer and then fished his phone from his pocket, scrolling through his contacts before he could think better of it.

It rang four times before Cas picked up.

“Dean? Are you alright?”

“Heya, Cas, what, I can only call if there’s danger?”

“Of course not but it’s almost three in the morning.”

Dean winced and pulled the phone away from his ear to check the time. Yep, 2.47 am. Oops.

“Am I interrupting something?” He said instead of the more socially acceptable apology, because Cas didn’t sleep, and he always kept his phone in his coat pocket, but it had rung four times before he answered, which meant that he wasn’t wearing the coat, and that was unusual.

“I was talking with Jameriel. She’s reluctant to trust me, so I’ve called in Jo for reinforcements and we’re waiting for her to arrive.”

“So… just passing the time, huh?”

“I suppose.” Cas sounded confused, that worried kind of confusion when he thought he was missing something important that would change the context of the conversation if only he could grasp it. There was the sound of movement on the other end of the line, the scrape of a chair and footsteps that changed from carpet to tile, the soft, crackly click of a door closing, “Are you alright? Did you close on that shifter case?”

“Yeah, yeah, we got the thing.” Dean said. “Almost made a lab rat out of me but we’re both good, got back around noon, not injured.”

“Good,” Cas said, his tone wary. “So is there a reason you’re calling me at almost three am?”

“Oh, just passing the time.” Dean said with a very fake airy laugh and he heard Cas’ frown deepen through the phone.

“You’re not an angel, Dean, you need to sleep.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Have you tried?”

“You know what? I never thought of that.”

“Dean,” Cas sighed, and Dean didn’t feel like so much of a smartass as he did a jackass. “Are you having nightmares?”

“To sleep, perchance to dream.”

“What?”

“Shakespeare, man, A Midsummer Night’s Dream?”

Cas said nothing and it was Dean’s turn to sigh.

“I’m gonna tell Sam you’ve never seen a Shakespeare play. That’ll teach you.”

“Teach me what?”

“I dunno. I’m tired. Shut up.”

Cas let out a disapproving little huff. “Why can’t you sleep, Dean? Tell me.”

Dean took another swig of his beer.

“It’s stupid.”

“You say a lot of stupid things.”

“Dick,” Dean chided fondly. “Yeah, but this is… stupid.”

Damn, Cas knew the power of a good silence. Dean withstood perhaps half a minute before he broke. “It’s you,” he confessed.

“Me?”

“Yes, asshole. I can’t sleep without you here.”

There was a small sound, the crack of a smile. “I miss you too, Dean.”

“Yeah, yeah. Well I miss sleep so get your ass back here as soon as you can, alright?”

“I should be back tomorrow evening. I won’t be needed here when Jo arrives. Jameriel is very suspicious of me and all I’ve done against Heaven. She’s struggling to adjust to humanity but she doesn’t want to return. She’s afraid of what will become of her home if its current angels aren’t enough to keep it going.”

Dean couldn’t help but feel a little glow of happy in his gut when Cas called Heaven ‘her home’, as though it was no longer that for him, as though he knew his home was somewhere else.

“It’s not your fault, Cas.”

Cas said nothing for a long moment. Then,

“I want to hold you.”

Heat flamed through his cheeks at Cas’ blunt words and he instinctively glanced around to make sure he was alone before answering, his voice almost a whisper.

“I’d like that.”

“I wish I could help you sleep from here.”

“I can wait.”

Cas didn’t like that answer if the irritated hum was anything to go by. “You’ve never had an issue sleeping alone before.”

“Yeah, that was before.” Dean emphasised the word, still not able to say it aloud, not willing to label what was now and what had changed to make it so.

“This could become a problem.”

“It is a problem,” Dean said immediately. “I’m off my game. I can’t be off my game.”

“I understand.” Cas said, sounding anxious now.

“So you’ll just have to stay,” Dean said firmly. “When you get back. I need you around. At least for now, okay? I’ll get better. It’ll get easier. I’m not gonna stop you doing what you need to do, I just... I need this to become real.”

He hoped Cas could figure out what he meant from that. He didn’t want to latch onto the guy like a barnacle but since they had started this… this, they hadn’t exactly had the time to adjust to it. Cas had too many self-appointed missions, and the brothers still had hunts and Dean just couldn’t quite believe it yet. So he couldn’t sleep, because if he woke up, he was afraid all this would vanish too.

“Sleep in my room tonight,” Cas suggested. “It might help. I miss your smell of an evening, perhaps mine will calm you.”

Dean was oh so glad it was almost three am and that Sam wasn’t even on this plane of consciousness right now, because if he was as red as he felt, then Sam would tease him about it until their final dying day, and then come and find him wherever he ended up just to tease him there too.

“Yeah, okay,” was all he said. “Night, Cas.”

“Goodnight Dean.” Cas said, gentle and warm and Dean could imagine the softness to his eyes and it made his own itch.

He hung up and pressed a hand over his mouth as he yawned before standing and walking out of the kitchen, leaving his mostly-full beer behind.

Cas’ room didn’t have much in the way of a smell, Cas didn’t sweat after all, but there was a lingering sense of calm that made Dean instantly feel every second of his exhaustion.

He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, and when he dreamed, it was of blue eyes.

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Delay // Tom Holland

(a/n) I'll just call these short stories "fics I wrote in moments I really needed Tom". Got a 5 hour delay today. Whooo! So here is a little fic I wrote as I waited.

word count: no idea, wrote it on my phone

Warning: shitty writing, swearing, mention of cheating (just because)

"Due to incovenience with the weather, the following flights will be cancelled..." your ears perked up as you listened to your flight number being called out. With a groan you slid down in your chair that you had been seated in for the last twenty minutes. The flight attendant at the gate gave a small apology and explained more about the circumstances. Were they really expecting from you to wait another half an hour to get your flight rebooked?

Well, it's not like you could do anything else. You opened your book again and continued the enticing story.

This was, unfortunately, put to a halt once again when a man ran up to the gate. "NO, no, no, no." He kept on mumbling. You looked up at him through your lashes. His face was red, probably from running through the whole airport.

"Don't worry. They cancelled the flight." You mumbled as he stopped in front of you, his breathing heavy as he looked at the boarding information. His eyes widened and he looked down. His brown irises pearcing into yours.

"What? Why?"

"Weather's shit." You shrugged and continued to scan the words on your page. Something brushed against your shoulder as he sat down on the plastic chair next to you. Your eyes only moved to him for a second before turning back to the book.

He exhaled deeply. Somehow he managed to sound relieved but frustrated at the time. You were so close to each other that you could smell him: caramel brownie. You didn't expect a handsome man like him to smell like that.

Handsome? You gave him another quick glance. Yeah, handsome was an understatement.

"So, what now?" He asked as he turned to face you. You looked away hoping he didn't catch you staring.

"Uhm... they will rebook everyone on this flight. If you don't like the options, you can just ask for your money back and go." You repeated what you heard earlier over the inter-com. The man nodded along. His small brown curls falling up and down as he moved.

You started to wonder how to start a conversation when he asked you: "Where were you off to?"

"Weren't we supposed to be on the same flight?" You laughed lightly.

"Yeah. I meant, why? What occasion?"

"Wedding." You said, not with a lot of enthusiasm. "You?"

"Going to visit a friend."

"That's nice." You weren't looking at him, still embarrassed from when he might have caught you staring, but you felt his eyes on you.

"So is a wedding, isn't it?"

"It would be, if my boyfriend didn't cancel on me last minute." You looked up at him. Right at that moment his nice smile had twitched in... disappointment?

"How come?" He was a nosy one. Normally it would annoy you when strangers tried to converse with you. Though this, you didn't even mind. He was easy to talk to. But you kept yourself on edge. Not giving into the friendly facade immediately. He was a stranger after all. That is why you didn't mention the ex-boyfriend part of the story.

"He had to work." You shrugged again, laughing to yourself as you used the same excuse he did when he cancelled all of your plans to meet up with that bitch.

"That sucks." He pulled one of his legs on top of the other's knee. His legs spread, accidentally bumping into yours. "Sorry." He smiled while moving away lightly.

"That's okay." You reassured him. For the next few minutes you sat in silence. You reading your book, him checking things on his phone. From time to time, he would chuckle about something and your heart literally fluttered every time. It was actually really nice. You felt comfortable around him, something that didn't happen a lot, yet you didn't even know his name.

Then the silence was broken when the flight attendant called out that the flight was rebooked and everyone could walk up to the counter of the gate to get the new flight information.

You grabbed your backpack and basically ran over to the woman. By doing so, you managed to be one of the first to get their new ticket. Satisfied you sat down in your previous seat. The man who had accompanied you previously wasn't there. But you were alone for only a short while. Soon he came back. His own ticket in hand.

"Which one did they give you?" He asked, referring to the few options that were still available.

"The 4:25. You?"

"I got the same one." He smiled and sat down. You couldn't help but reciprocate the excitement. His smile was addicting.

"So that leaves us..." you looked at your phone for the time. 11:07. "Over five hours... oof." What were you to do, alone, for all that time.

"Hey," you were pulled out of your spiral by his voice. "Wanna grab something to eat maybe?"

"Uuhh...sure." Your striaghtened your posture. You hadn't even realized you were slouching.

"I'm Tom by the way."

"(Y/N)". You shook hands. At least you thought that was the plan. He, instead, took your hand and got up, pulling you along with him.

This was going to be fun. _____________________________

2:36. Less than two hours to go. You and Tom had managed to find a decent place to eat and after that took a walk through the busy airport. The tourist attracting shops having no effect on you, it was mostly to people watch.

"So what now?" You asked. You had stopped walking to look at him and he did the same. He thought for a moment.

"We sit."

"Where?" You looked around you. So did he. There were no seats anywhere near you. Then Tom's eyes lit up and a grin appeared on his face. It was that stupid kind of grin.

"There." He pointed to a corner in the hall. Right next to a giant commercial of an overpriced perfume.

"You're an idiot." You rolled your eyes but at the same time pulled his hand as you walked to the little secluded spot. It was one of those parts of an airport that was empty. Not because you weren't allowed to be there. It was just one of those hallways between gates where people kept on walking through, but never stayed in. Until you two came along.

You sat down and leaned against one of the walls. Tom did the exact same, all the way to how he crossed his legs the same way you did. You put your bags in between your and his legs.

"So..."

"So."

"So?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?" You blurted out. Your hand immmediately went up to cover your mouth. What the hell?! Tom looked at you surprised, clearly not expecting the question between all the "so" 's. But he just smiled, shaking his head.

"Sorry. I don't know why I asked." The hands that were in front of your mouth travelled up to cover your whole face.

"It's okay." He kept on laughing. You hoped he wouldn't stop. He looked so good when he did it. Well, he looked good doing anything, but with that smile on his face he looked even better. "And no, I don't have a girlfriend."

If you had been drinking water, you were sure it would have been all over him by now. How did he not have a girlfriend?

"What? I don't believe that." You told him the truth. He, however, just shrugged. "Better believe it, darling." The way he said that made you literally melt.

"But you have a boyfriend, right?" His eyebrow twitched just the slightest bit up by the question.

"More like an ex boyfriend," you mimicked his shrug.

"Did I miss something." He chuckled. "Pretty sure you had told me earlier that you had a boyfriend."

"Forgot to mention the part where I dumped his cheating ass.... oops." You gave him a sad smile.

"I'm so confused, but shit, (Y/N), I'm sorry." He spread his arms and you immediately went in to accept the hug. He was so warm and soft. The smell of caramel brownies still hung around him. It was sweet. You loved it.

And just like that you kept talking until your gate number was called out... just to keep talking while you made your way to it. This continued while you waited in line to get into the plane. You thought that would be it, but what were the odds, you had seats next to each other.

You kept talking until you fell asleep. Your head leaning against his shoulder. His head on yours. Fingers intertwined. His thumb brushing softly against your hand.

It might have been a dream, but it might have been in real life, but you were pretty sure you felt a pair of lips leave a soft kiss on your forehead.

The End

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