#jadey moment

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19, 20 <3

19. “what’s your personal worst spot? what’s your favorite “death spot” you’d wreck someone with?”

My worst spot is my pits, I think 😔 TELL NO ONE. Also my favorite death spot to wreck someone with is 100% of your spots, you’re one walking death spot dork

20. “are there any spots you personally find underrated? where are they?”

The top of your head with one of those scalp massager thingies, those things tickle and it’s pretty underrated I’d say

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I forgive you 🫶

Sorry for having big boobs and correct opinions. As if it’s my fault

[jade-kyo]

My mental state since Restoration aired

[jadeykitties]

(unprompted) dario da vanci’s entire thing is being a parody of leonardo da vinci and the thing is da vinci’s full name is leonardo di ser piero da vinci which means smth along the lines of “leonardo, son of (mes)ser(???) piero from vinci” which means that dario’s name being based on da vinci’s suggests that 1. vanci is a location in novelmore’s universe and 2. his full name is probably something along the lines of dario di ser dario da vanci or whatever. we know that in the series hes named after his grandfather but no clue as to what his father would have been named. maybe dario (protagonist) is dario the 3rd. thatd be crazy

anyways that also implies that hes italian but you didnt need me to tell you that.

[jade-jini]

https://youtu.be/HBtSK3Y0yzw?feature=shared

take care :)

Awww thanks hahaha this song has affected the chemicals in my brain 😭 I made the mistake of listening to it again in the morning and I just wish I could stay and zzz with my puppy.

[luveline]

hey! i wanted to request r with a best friend!marauder, and she feels guilty for being a clingy/touchy bsf? eg. always holds hands and loops arms together and loves hugs. but said marauder comforts her? thank you jadey

The steps off of the bus feel especially steep on just four hours sleep. You’re not dizzy, but when James offers his hand from the ground, you accept it. Much less scary to know he could catch you if you slipped. 

“I’m surprised we weren’t holding hands already,” he says, giving yours a squeeze as you land, and pulling you to the side where the already departed rugby team and their family members wait for their luggage to be retrieved from the bus’ belly.

“Oh, I know,” you say. There’s an odd awkwardness to it that you’re trying to bury. 

James is used to you. Your hand in his is casual, perhaps a little too much for company, but it’s just hand-holding. You like feeling that he’s near, the slight chill of British summer more readily suffered with his palm against yours. He runs hot. 

He lets your joined hands swing gently with the wait, doesn’t bother letting it go until the luggage is all out. James grabs his duffel bag and your suitcase, and everyone makes their way to the hotel. It’s late —the team were expecting to be here much sooner but there had been a punctured tire, and then an accident on the M4. James will have to play the game tomorrow with less hours of sleep than intended, but he’ll play well. 

“You’re uncharacteristically quiet,” James says a little later, when you’ve shoved your suitcase under the double bed. He turns off the big light. 

“That is an uncharacteristically large word.” 

“Loser,” he says, pushing down the blankets to sit next to you. He rubs his mouth and nose, then he turns to you, all business. “You are quiet, though. What’s the matter? Still feel poorly?” 

“I feel fine.” 

“You look awful.” He winces at his own harshness. “You look upset, sorry. And you still have sleep in your eyes, let me–”

You sigh and tilt your head up for him to scratch the sleep from your eye. For a moment, it’s quiet, just your face in his hand, his fingernail against the delicate inside of your eye. “Do you ever think we’re too close?” 

“Not really. Sometimes when you kick me in your sleep, maybe.” He takes back his hands. 

“You don’t care that I’m, like, constantly on you? I don’t know, like earlier, when you helped me off of the bus. Most friends wouldn’t keep holding on to each other after, but we do.” 

“Most friends wouldn’t take a nine hour bus just to see me play an away game, so…” James gives you a little poke in the ribs. “But we aren’t friends, we’re best friends. So what if we want to hold hands? That’s our business.” 

You frown. “You really don’t care? Even when I’m harassing you for hugs and stuff?” Nausea sits in your chest, waiting for him to say, Yeah, actually, the hugging is a bit much. 

“Babe, I love you,” James says, his glasses slipping down his nose as he gives a shake of the head. His eyebrows are pinched in confusion, but his mouth is softening. “How long have you been thinking about this?” 

“I just don’t want to be a burden.” 

“You’re never a burden.” He opens his arms. 

You crawl into his embrace, reassured by his chin where it digs into your forehead, and his warm voice. 

“You don’t bother me. We bother each other, right? We fight like kids. I love it, I wouldn’t trade our friendship for anything.” He pauses. Hums. “‘Cept a Big Mac. I’m starving, I can’t believe we got stuck on the motorway like that.” 

“You’d trade me for a Big Mac?” 

“In a moment of weakness.” 

His smile curves against your head. His arms settle on your back. It’s the same as every other hug you’ve shared, warm and easy. “I wouldn’t,” he murmurs, “I don’t know why you’re worried about being too much, but don’t bother. You’re touchy, I’m touchy, we’re affectionate people.” 

“I spent too long on that stupid bus,” you say, dropping your flushed face into his shoulder. 

“You definitely did. Why would I care about you hugging me too much?” His hand moves gently up and down. “You give the best hugs around.” 

[irondad-creator-awards]

Final Thanks

Some Final Thanks

With the winners announced and prizes posted, the 2024 Irondad Creator Awards are winding down for another year.

As always, we’ve had a lot of fun running them, and I want to take a moment for to give thanks.

@superherotiger created our great icon and banner again this year to add a little color to our posts and they were always ready in the team chat for advice and opinions.

@monireh89 created the most beautiful prize for our winners and runners-up and they put Hours into personalising them. We’re so grateful to them for all their work.

@ctrsara had to take a step back this year as life got busy, but they were there every day in the chat making decisions with us, giving opinions and general encouragement. They also helped me work my way around the Book@marks and Collections options when I was clueless.

@asyouleft is a true hero of these Awards. We literally could not run them without it without them. Not only do they take care of all the data entry and form creation, but they also put their own money into the Awards to pay for the website and secure voting forms. Without them we would be on Google Forms still and we all know how frustrating they are.

Final thanks, of course, go to you all. Thank you for nominating, voting, spreading the word, and being the most vital part of the Awards. Without you all, there would be no point in us running them at all.

See you all in 2025

@jadeys-world x   

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Jadey's Masterlist 2

Will add more of my fics over the next few days 💞🫶

Eddie Munson Fics

Not so Secret Admirer

Fake dating au 2. 3

Under The Stars

I get to love you

Spooky, Spooky Movies

One of those days

🦇 Eddie

Professor Eddie

Angsty asshole Eddie

Asshole Eddie

Sunset

How do you know?

Been here all along

Enemies 2. 3

Eddie dresses up as Emperor Geta

I Choose You

Friends with Benefits series 18+

Fated

Arguments

Then there was you

Changes part two

Mean Eddie series 1 2 3 4 5 18+

Boo! I have a crush on you 👻🎃

Tutor

Something More 18+

Older Eddie Series 1. 2. 18+

Not His Type 2

Home 2

My Valentine 🌹

Just For Fun 18+

Family Arrival

Sparks Fly

About Time

Princess bonus

Rival 2

Eddie misses you

His Princess

I only have eyes for you

Second Choice

All the Wrong Reasons.

First Fight

My Girl

It's Magic 🪄✨🔮

Envy

Fake

Pouty, jealous Eddie

Soulmate

Protective Eddie

Mistletoe

Moments. 2

The Perfect Prom

Stuck

[kunikame]

# PURPLE LILACS !

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ace trappola x fem!reader smau

! warning(s) : cussing, st@bbing mention, sewerslide & kys jokes, is ace developing a crush? is he not? well never know, author real story incorporated (yes the scissor story is real.) ! w/c : 865

even through your doubts, you chose to accept aces invitation in the end. perhaps this meeting will help clear up said doubts, who knows? plus, you suppose it wouldn’t hurt too much to pay the octatrio a little surprise visit.

upon entering the mirror chamber you immediately notice the ginger waiting for you by the octavinelle mirror, fiddling with his phone angrily. probably texting deuce, you assume. once he takes notice of your nearing footsteps he looks up and immediately brightens when his eyes land on you. “[name]! i didn’t think you would actually come!”

“.. that would be really rude. sounds more like something you would do.”

he winces momentarily, then after a moment, he nods in understanding, “can’t say i blame you for thinking that. shall we go?” 

ace holds his arm out for you to take, which you glance at warily, only to walk past him and through the mirror.

it’s not that you don’t trust ace, you’ve been through a bunch of shit during your time in nrc together, but you don’t really want to be seen arm-locked with him, either. people might get the wrong idea, or something (you fail to realize you’re literally going on something that looks like a “date” to outsiders). 

after a short mirror trip you find yourself outside the magical octavinelle dorm building. due to the dizziness the mirrors effects still have on you, you stumble a bit upon landing and immediately feel aces hand on your arm to help you steady yourself. after the first couple months you spent here, your friends have all learned the mirror makes you dizzy, and there’s always someone reaching a helping hand out whenever you use it. ace himself has done it a million times before.

so why is your heart racing just a tad faster this one time?

and why are aces hands shaking slightly?

“jadey my dearest!”

“seven save me,” was all the eel got to utter before getting body slammed.

“oh, how i missed you so! i’m so happy to see you’re finally back from war!” you say, wiping some fake tears from your cheeks.

“he is not ‘at war’. he is simply ‘working’. as all humans should, because some clearly have way too much time on their hands.”

“zuzu! … go back to war, i did not miss you.”

azuls expression was a hilarious mix of flabbergasted and backstabbed and you wish you had a free hand to take a picture, but it seems floyd had you covered when you notice his flash go off.

“what’re ya here for today, shrimpy? .. oh, crabby is here too! here for a squeeze?”

“no. nope. absolutely not,” out of the corner of your eye you could see ace slowly backing away from floyd, who wore his signature menacing grin–

“c’mon floyd, back to work you go.”

–before azul (who was still pouting) hauled him away. to this day you still don’t understand how he can do that.

“thank you, zuzu! love you!”

“i hope you explode.” (he’s not pouting anymore)

“so, what are you here for today?”

“ace asked me to hang out. i decided i’d see how it goes.”

“i see,” the eel hums in thought, “alright. give me a call if anything. or floyd. any of us, really.”

“thanks, jade. i hope i won’t need to."

“he threw you down a well?!”

“he sure as hell did! and our dad just stood by and watched, no words, nothing! like a damn statue!”

you’re pretty sure you’re doing an ab workout with how bad your stomach hurts from laughing so much.

“they couldn’t even pull me out! had to call the fire department, they were all like, “oh yeah, my child tripped and fell in the well in our backyard” tripped and fell my fucking ass, hello?! i was screaming ‘n crying when they got me out.”

“i’m so… so sorry… i can’t-can’t breathe–” you continued your hysterical fit for a short while longer before you finally managed to calm down.

“ohhh my god i can’t believe this, man,” you finally took a drink of the smoothie jade placed on your table about 30 minutes ago, “your childhood days were fucking wild.”

“yeah,” he copied you by also drinking from his drink, “how about yours? if you want to share that is, i understand that’s a.. sensitive topic right now.”

“no, no, it's fine. umm.. let me think..” swirling the contents of the glass before you, you thought deep and far back into your memories, until you found something appropriate, “oh, i stabbed myself with scissors once,” ace nearly chokes on his drink, “intentionally, i think? we were making some christmas cutouts with my mom when i was 7 and she left me unsupervised for 5 minutes. i started playing with the scissors pretending they were planes and the plane was supposed to crash into a mountain, which was my knee, and yeah. boom. scissors i my knee, blood everywhere, mom screaming bloody murder, and im just staring with my stupid little blank face.”

you look up from your smoothie and ace is staring at you like you just told him you ate your foot raw.

“dude…”

## ❝ after the events of the phantom bride wedding, ace started wondering whether he still had the ability to charm girls. he hasn’t thought about anyone romantically in years, hasn’t really flirted with anyone either, what if he’s gone out of it? perhaps it’s time to put his talents to the test; with the person who hates him most, no less. if he can charm her, he can charm anyone. ❞

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[gaydiation-poisoning]

I lost my cat Jade tonight.

She'd been sick for a while, so I can't say I'm exactly shocked. But it all happened so fast and I didn't get to say goodbye.

We'd had her since I was a kid, so it's tough to imagine she's gone.

But she lived a long life and was loved every moment, so I'm happy for that.

Here's some of my fav pics of her (she wasn't the most photogenic cat lmao)

I love you Jadey Girl. Always and forever.

[shipperofdoomedships]

This idea popped up in my head like two weeks ago and wouldn't go away so for what its worth here it is

When Jade and Tori first started dating, everyone assumed Jade would be her usual jealous self and scare away anyone that even talked to Tori who wasn’t part of their friend group. Much to everyone’s surprise Jade seemed to calm down significantly. When cautiously questioned about it by Cat one day Jade simply said “I trust Tori, I know she would never cheat on me and she knows I’d never cheat on her, plus she just makes me...happy” Cat’s eyes widened but she knew better than to push Jade any further with questions so she just smiled and gave Jade a hug saying “I’m happy for you Jadey, Sam makes me feel the same way. Hey we should totally go on a double date sometime!” Cat was honestly expecting an outright no or maybe even a small threat at the suggestion but another shock came when Jade simply said “Sure Cat, I’ll talk to Vega about it and we’ll plan something this weekend”. Cat squealed and rushed to find her phone to call Sam with the news. 

Tori on the other hand handled jealousy just a little bit different. She didn’t get jealous over people talking to Jade, she even laughed when she noticed someone trying to casually flirt with Jade and sometimes wished she had popcorn for when Jade verbally eviscerated whoever was foolish enough to try to come between them. One thing she hated though was when guys would openly leer at certain parts of Jade’s anatomy and make crude comments in hushed whispers. She knew her girlfriend was gorgeous. She would guiltily admit to checking her out (looking respectfully as she liked to think) before they ever started dating. What drove her up the wall was guys looking at Jade like an object. Tori knew the guys that did that would shit themselves if Jade ever caught them but they apparently had no issues doing it around her and even openly saying crude comments in front of her. They found out one day what a mistake that was. 

Tori was leaning against Jade’s locker scrolling through her phone and waiting on Jade to finish a project she was working on with Cat. She heard footsteps approaching behind her and she turned towards the noise. Much to her utter exasperation it was three of the guys who were usually the culprits when it came to ogling her girlfriend. Tori rolled her eyes when one started walking towards her with a smirk on his face. Tori was about to try to politely tell him to go away when he leaned against Jade’s locker with one hand, getting very much in Tori’s personal space and said “sooo, the guys and I have a bet going on if Jade’s nipples are pierced. Care to tell us so we know who won?” 

 To this day Tori doesn’t actually know what came over her in that moment, all she can remember is feeling absolute rage at his words and actions. Tori reached behind her and pulled a pair of scissors out of her back pocket. They were black and the handles were painted to look like they were splattered with blood. Tori had found them at a thrift store and knew Jade would love them. The guy looked at the scissors puzzled but before he could say anything Tori grabbed him by his shirt and flipped them slamming him against the locker. Pushing the tip of the scissors to his throat she said “Now you listen and make sure you hear every word I’m about to say, understood?” With wide eyes the guy jerkily nods and says “ok..sure..yeah..whatever you say”. Tori leans closer and pushes the scissors a little further against his throat and whispers loudly so the other guys can hear it too “Jade is my girlfriend, and even more she’s a human being. She is not some object for you to ogle and make crude comments about. I want it to stop now and I want it to not happen again, ever. Do you understand me?” The guy squeezes his legs together (Tori realizes later he did that to try to stop himself from peeing his pants) and squeaks out a “yes ma’am” before tears form in his eyes and he starts mumbling a prayer to whoever is listening. Tori removes the scissors from his throat and growls “Leave, now! Before I put real blood on these”. Not having to be told twice the guy and his two friends quickly sprint away and out of the school.  

Pocketing the scissors Tori turns around to lean on the locker again when she see’s Jade and Cat standing in front of her with varying expressions on their faces. Cat looks shocked and a little bit scared but quickly gives Tori a huge smile and says “That was awesome Tori!” before giving her a quick hug making Tori laugh. Tori looks up at Jade and for once she can’t immediately read Jade’s expression. Jade calmly walks closer to Tori and says “Cat, can you give Tori and I a minute?”. Cat smirks and says “KK” before skipping down the hallway and out of the school. Tori starts to say something but Jade immediately grabs Tori by the face and kisses the breath out of her. After a few minutes Lane walks by and says “Take it off school grounds please ladies”. Breaking apart Tori chuckles and says “Sorry Lane, we’re leaving now”. Jade takes Tori’s hand and they walk out of the school towards Cat who’s waiting by Jade’s car. Tori stops them after she realizes she forgot to give Jade her gift. Pulling the scissors from her back pocket she says “I found these the other day and immediately thought of you. I hope you like them”. Jade takes the scissors and smiles while inspecting them. She looks up at Tori after a few seconds with a soft smile on her face and says “Vega, how would you feel about us sharing a last name someday? I don’t care which one, and I know it won’t be for a few years. I just want you to know that I want to marry you one day.” Tori has a shocked smile on her face and promptly kisses Jade against her car then whispers in her ear “How about we hyphenate, Vega-West?” Jade smiles and nods but before she can lean in to kiss Tori again Cat pipes in with “Could you two stop making out long enough to take me home please? I also have a girlfriend I would like to be kissing right now”. Jade and Tori both chuckle before Jade says “Sure kitten, let’s get you home to Sam”. 

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Such a lee that even I can regularly make her blush, that’s saying a lot right there~

Maybe you’re just so lee that you ler-ify other lees, ever think of that, ticklebug~?

BYE leave me alone 😞😞 /nsrs

[jade-kyo]

Time to rewatch seasons 15-17 and make a comprehensive list of all the pros and cons of the potential retcon

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 125 - The Bossiest Little Heir

While Ophelia's been dealing with Paisley, the kiddos have been dancing to the radio while Xander gets his cardio in. Gemma, however, is OVER IT.

Gemma: Jadey, let's go play dolls.

Jaden: But I'm still dancin'!

What the heck? Since when does Jaden not wanna play dolls?

Gemma: No, dolls!

Jaden: I wanna keep dancin' 'fore we play dolls!

Xander: Gem, let Jaden keep dancing. You can play by yourself if you don't want to dance anymore.

Gemma doesn't WANT to play by herself!

Gemma: No! We play dollies NOW!

She's so mad, she kicks her little leg out at Jaden. Luckily, in her clumsy toddler rage, she barely taps him on the thigh, but it still hurts his feelings.

Jaden whimpers before the waterworks start. Gemma's his friend, why'd she do that?

Looks like Xander's cardio is being cut short.

Xander: Gemma Nicole Lemon, I did NOT just see you kick at him.

Gemma: Bu-But Daddy-

Xander: No buts. We do not kick people when we don't get our way, and that's certainly not how we treat guests in our home.

He'll deal with Gemma in a bit. For now, Xander checks on the little redhead.

Xander: You okay, buddy?

Jaden sniffles and nods.

Gemma's not moved by his tears. He wouldn't be crying if he had just played dolls like she wanted him to!

Xander sends Jaden out of the room so he can talk to his daughter.

Xander: Gemma, that wasn't nice.

Gemma: Jaden's not bein' nice! I! Wanna! Play! Doooolls!

Gemma is a pretty well-mannered toddler, but she's still a toddler. Tantrums are inevitable… and irritating.

From what Hilary told him, Xander was the king of tantrums as a tot. This is karma, he supposes.

Xander: I'm not impressed by your attitude, missy. Do you need a time-out to remember how to be nice?

Gemma: NoOoOoO! I di'nt mean it! I-I-I jus' wanted Jay-Jay to play with me!

Xander kneels down.

Xander: I get that, but Jaden said he'd play with you after he was done dancing. Jaden's our guest. That means we want him to feel welcome. Do you think getting him to stop doing what he wants to do by yelling and kicking makes him feel welcome?

Gemma: ...No.

Xander: What do you think we should do?

Gemma: Say sorry.

Xander: That's right, good girl. And if Jaden wants to play something else, you can play with him, or go play dolls by yourself, but don't force him, okay?

Gemma: 'kay, Daddy.

Gemma toddles out to find Jaden playing on the yoga mats.

Gemma: Sorry I was mean, Jay-Jay. You can go dance instead of dolls.

Jaden: But I wanna play dolls! Jus' hadta get my wiggles out!

Gemma's lucky Jaden's angelic, he doesn't hold a grudge!

Gemma: Yay!

By the time Ophelia gets home, those two are playing dolls like nothing happened. Xander fills her in on his day, though, before she fills him in on hers.

Xander: Never a dull moment, huh?

Ophelia: The Watcher needs to give us another beach episode.

After all that fuss, Gemma got bored of the dollhouse before Jaden did. Kids. 🙄

Ophelia checks in on them, and they seem to be doing okay. She doesn't see a bruise on Jaden's leg so hopefully they don't have to tell Jaden's parents about the incident. They're judgmental enough.

Ophelia asks Jaden if she could join in on playing dolls, and Jaden is thrilled.

Jaden: Can I be the mommy and you be the daddy?

Ophelia: Sure thing!

Jaden likes the mommy doll. Her hair is prettier.

Before going to Gemma's room for bedtime, Jaden makes sure he uses the potty, officially mastering potty training. Isn't it wild how support and guidance work better to help kids learn than shame and punishment? Anna and Calvin, take notes.

Before bedtime, Jaden and Ophelia chat.

Ophelia: You excited to see Mommy and Daddy tomorrow?

Jaden: Yeah… But what if I stayeded one more night?

Ophelia: I think they'll want to see you, bud, but you can always come back another time.

Jaden likes the sound of that!

[jade-jini]

Tipsy Jadey sad short moment: pls god let me like somebody who will give me a healthy thing I’m tired of getting hurt and feeling it’s my fault.

Anyways you know who would treat me right? Yunjin

[luveline]

hiii jadey <3 i’ve been having a bit of a rough time in college lately and i was wondering if you’d be willing to write some bombshell!reader where spencer talks about being bullied in high school and maybe bombshell can relate? even if not, just a lot of comfort please? i hope you’re doing well!! <333

ty for ur request!!! fem

It’s a blessing and a curse whenever you come around. Spencer’s thinking he hadn’t seen you in a while when your text lights up his screen, a summoning if there ever was one. 

Hi Spencer, I need some help with my laptop. It turns out for about ten seconds and then turns off again. Do you think you can fix it?

He has no idea. Probably. Do you want me to come by SCU? 

No need

“Spencer!” you say, practically glowing as you drop your messenger bag on his already crowded desk. “Sorry, that’s so heavy.”

“You’re here,” he says, surprised. 

You lean down to hug him in his chair. Spencer can’t ignore that he likes every part of you, your arms as they wrap around his shoulders, the perfume on your neck as you touch your cheek to his, even the soft exhale of your breath by his ear. “Hi, Dr. Reid,” you say gently. “Missed you. So happy my laptop isn’t working ‘cos now I get to see you.” 

You pull away with a grin. Your lips are a shade of pink that Spencer won’t soon forget.

“That was fast.” 

“So fast,” you say. “You know I love an excuse to see you and to not be at work.” 

You work very hard, but you’re like anyone. Stealing time is fun and free. “You’re not gonna get in trouble, right?” 

“With who? Hotch doesn’t care if I’m here and Sandy,” —you full body shiver at the mention of your boss— “won’t notice I’m gone for another hour. Besides, I can’t have a broken laptop. They’re pretty cool, right?”

“Laptops?” 

“Yeah, I like them. I just need the WiFi to work everywhere.” You squint at him. “Is that something you can do?” 

Spencer cannot make the WiFi work everywhere you go, but he can soft reset your laptop after a short investigation of the problem. It takes about five minutes, in which you steal Morgan’s chair and get comfortable next to him, legs crossed, hand resting open on your thigh. “You’re so smart. I bet you were very popular in high school.” 

He laughs, startled, a horrible sinking feeling moving through his chest. “What? Why would you think that?”

“‘Cos you’re a genius at everything, right? I bet you were always helping people with their homework.” 

His lips last. He doesn’t know what to say. “I don’t think I talked to anyone in high school who didn’t want to hang me at the top of a flag pole,” he says honestly. 

Your lovely smile falls flat. “What?” 

“I skipped a couple of grades, so I was younger than everybody, and I wasn’t well liked. I was actually bullied pretty badly.” He laughs again with that same brittle panic. He’s talking without thinking, it just spilled out, it’s spilling still, “I used to get beat up for breathing wrong.” 

You’re quiet. Spencer panics worse because why has he told you that? You’re so sweet to him but that doesn’t mean you wanted to know about his worst moments, he can practically feel the affection you had for him melting away as you realise he’s a loser, he’s pathetic–

“I was bullied too,” you say, giving him a tentative smile. “All the way through high school and a little bit after that, too. Maybe that’s why we get along so well, huh?” 

He looks at his hands. “You were?” 

“Yep.” He can hear the strain of wanting to sound normal. “I mean, I didn’t get beat up, Spencer, that’s awful and I’m– I’m so sorry.”

You’re the last person he’d ever want an apology from, because you’re one of the only people he’s ever met who likes him as he is. You could never make him hurt the way he did back then. High school was years ago and it lingers like it happened yesterday. “I can still remember the stuff they used to say to me,” he says. 

“I got made fun of for so much stuff,” you agree. “Boys I didn’t even know would berate me in the halls for just being there. I got called ugly so much I genuinely believed I was for years.” 

“You’re not ugly,” he says immediately. 

“I know.” 

He nods thoughtfully. “It’s hard trying to forget about it. I think if people knew how much I carry with me from then they’d tell me to let it go, but I can’t.” 

“You don’t have to let it go, Spence, so long as you know it’s not your fault it happened.” 

You offer your hand. Spencer stares at it. You wiggle your fingers and he thinks, Oh, grasping it quickly, before you change your mind. Your fingers slide between his and you rub the back of his hand with your thumb, smiling approvingly, eyes crinkled with pleasure. 

“They don’t know what they missed,” you say, a hint of shyness in your voice that’s swiftly covered by your usual confident drawling, “they had unfiltered and unadulterated access to the Spencer Reid, n’ I have to pretend my laptops broken just to see you. So crazy.” 

You give his hand a good squeeze.

“It was sort of broken,” he says as you take your hand back. He’s sure his brain is broken too. 

“Nah, it always does that. I just give it a love tap and it fixes it again.” 

“A what?” He laughs so loudly it turns heads. His crush on you turns to full blown infatuation.