#t.w.: drinks ( mentioned )

[kindbows]

Blossom hadn’t found the drink that she wanted to pay for, so she sighed, and she started to walk towards the hang out area at the apartments where all of the people live in. She looks over to someone who is right nearby to her. “I guess that they are all out of those brand new Fall drinks. They were pretty delicious.” Blossom said, sighing a second time as she continued to look at that other person who was nearby her. @forgottenfriendshipstarters

[aleahsmultimuseblog]

‘Kimi’ quickly smiles as she looks at the customer in the front of the line at the place that she works at, and owns. The Java Lava Coffee House. “Hello! Are you ready to order something? Welcome to The Java Lava Coffee House! Can I take your order?” ‘Kimi’ asks the current customer in the line. @forgottenfriendshipstarters

[scandalousashleyb]

“I hate to do this to you, but would you mind pretending that we’re dating for like ten minutes? My ex-boyfriend is standing right nearby me, and I honestly don’t feel like dealing with him today... I’ll buy you some food, or a drink, or something. Can you please hold my hand, or something? He’s probably going to try to ask me if I want to get back together with him.” Ashley B. said to the person who is next to her. @forgottenfriendshipstarters

[spookynessfm]

Chloé Bourgeois looked at the next customer in the line inside the Java Lava Coffee House. She had started to feel more comfortable around here, since Hawk Moth had never shown up here. At least not yet. Chloé grinned at the person. “Hi! My name is Chloé Bourgeois. Thanks for coming here. I hope that you’ve been having a good day or evening so far. It’s a pleasure to meet you. How can I help you?” Chloé asked the person. “I can recommend something for you to order, if you’re not sure what to order.” Chloé said to the person. @forgottenfriendshipstarters​

[abbysmultimuseblog]

“Hello, and welcome to the Java Lava Coffee House, owned by Kimiko ‘Kimi’ Watanabe-Finster. My name’s Mary Anne Spier. Can I take your order, please?” Mary Anne Spier asked the person who is standing in front of her. She is currently working a shift at the Java Lava Coffee House as a barista. @forgottenfriendshipstarters

[racingstarsxo]

@scandalousashleyb​

“Sure! Uh, my name is Timmy Turner. I’ll pretend to be your boyfriend. What is your name? And what is your ex-boyfriend’s name? It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Timmy replied to her.

[kindbows]

"Can I have one Apple Cider, and a Cherry Turnover? And thank you. This is a very cute café that you have here! Oh, and my name is Harper Finkle, by the way." Harper Finkle said to the employee.

“Welcome to The Berry Bitty Café,” Sour Grapes responded dryly after she noticed that the other person had walked in. “I recommend my Curried Cucumber Canapé, and my Glinty Minty Sparkle. But what would you like to order? We’re going to continue to be open for two more hours, so just me know if you want something here. Thank you.” Sour Grapes said to that person, knowing that her twin sister, Sweet Grapes, would want her to say thank you to the potential customer. 

@forgottenfriendshipstarters​

[v4mp-re]

𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲

SUMMARY: When your childhood best friend Theodore Nott sleeps with you one night, your feelings for him over complicate the delicacy of the situation. ᴛʀᴏᴘᴇ: childhood bestfriend! Theodore Nott x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

T.W: Angst, mentions of lost of parental figure (mother), commitment issues, implications of sex, mentions of the word "porn", mentions of smoking, drinking and promiscuity, the word "fat" used with slight negative connotation, google translated Italian. ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀ: @cafekitsune

It was as if all hell broke loose.

Ever since you've been young, your memories have been stained with that of the presence of your best friend, Theodore Nott. Influential pureblood families had to stick together, that and it just so happened that your mothers were good friends. You were about 5 when news of his mother's death came around, still remembering the tear stained cheeks belonging to none other than him.

That was the only time you'd seen him cry before.

The two did everything together, from getting their Hogwarts acceptance letters to getting sorted into the same house and forming a friend group of their own.

The group worked as sort of a combination of both your close friend groups, yours consisting of Pansy and Astoria and his of Mattheo and Lorenzo. It was just the 6 of them for a while until Pansy introduced Draco, who brought Blaise with him, and eventually joined the group as well.

Things changed in 5th year.

What at first seemed like Theodore reconnecting with his mother's death and coming to terms with it, turned into smoking, obsessive drinking and even whoring around. It wasn't something you necessarily expected either, growing up, he was always that chubby kid that you'd befriend but always depised when it came his turn to sit on the swing. Now however, he was different. He had grown, obviously, but puberty laced with Mattheo's influence, shaped him into the man he is today. And as much as you hated to admit it, he was gorgeous.

Theodore Nott. The very boy you grew up with, was now this tall, rich, Italian pureblood, slytherin boy that every girl wanted to get with, far from the ''fat geeky kid'' he used to be.

So what else could he do other than to embrace it?He had never gotten this much attention before and it wasn't as if the girls of Hogwarts were all a pain to look at, plus, Mattheo had showed him enough porn to know what to do, right?

His inexperience wasn't known to you. Surely you thought he had slept with you with the intention of wanting to get together, afterall he was your bestfriend and you both knew each other practically your whole lives. So you took his drunken kiss as a confession, the way his hands slid into your hair, how his tongue slid itself into your mouth, down to the way he looked at you as you laid there bare for him for the first time.

You should have known better.

By the time you woke up, he was gone. His presence almost non existent, except for the faint smell of him still lingering in the air, the only indicator that what happened last night wasn't a wild dream of yours. You thought nothing much of it, getting ready when the sight of your skin littered with hickeys made you freeze. You weren't drunk but you weren't necessarily sober last night either, for it being both your first times, it surely didn't felt like it. Your bodies felt like they were made for each other, and in a way you were conviced you were too.

You got ready, making sure to cover up the bruises claiming your neck as you walked to the great hall. You had been friends long enough to know that Lorenzo's love for the school's food had rubbed off on the others as well. You knew exactly where to look.

Though the sight you were greeted with wasn't necessarily pleasant.

Sitting at where you usually did, was Daphne Greengrass, a gorgeous blonde slytherin that just so happened to be the same year as you guys. Theodore's arm drapped right across her shoulder.

Mattheo, whom was previously in a conversation with Theodore, spots you almost instantly. He smiles that charming grin he always carried, one that you grew to adore, before calling you over. Theodore doesn't even glance.

With your original seat currently occupied by a girl, of which none if them had ever talked to prior, you sat beside the spare spot near Mattheo, who immediately pulls you closer to him by your hips. A gesture you normally would pull away from, yet the sight of Theodore being so cozy with another girl after the night you too had together was a new kind of pain you wish you never knew.

The insistent giggles coming from Daphne felt like a knife getting plunged deeper and deeper into your chest, knowing that the reason for said giggles was the man beside her, so carelessly whispering in her ear as his hand played with her hair.

''You're awfully quiet.'' A voice that unmistakably belonged to no other than Lorenzo. His eyes ever so slightly flickering to the way Mattheo's hand was still snaked around your waist, in which his fingers were carefully drawing patterns against the fabric of your skirt.

''I'm just tired'' You spoke, a slight smile gracing your features though your words carried a certain innuendo to it, one only Theodore could pick up, one which he ignored so openly.

Mattheo's low chuckle unmistakable, his arms moving to wrap around your waist, head nuzzled in the spot between your neck and shoulder. His breath ghosting against the surface of your neck.

Your eyes flickered to Theo, who, would once immediately tell Mattheo off, now sat occupied with the pretty blonde. His eyes fixed on hers like she was the only person that mattered. The glimpses of the night prior, the way he looked at you, how he treated you with such care, now a fleeting memory.

You felt used. Like Theodore had taken advantage of your friendship together and used it as a cheap way to test out what he already knew. Toying with a lot more than you had let on.

It was then on that you decided to distance from the Italian, something he had barely noticed until he strolled into the potions classroom, after flirting with random girls throughout the whole duration of the morning, to an empty spot which you normally occupied.

It was abnormal to him, you were his potions partner, his seat mate that allowed him to copy off you on tests, the one person who could help him pass the class, yet there you were, sitting with Mattheo instead of him.

It wasn't as if finding a new seatmate was hard, almost immediately, a brunette ravenclaw sat beside him, her friends giggling from the seat behind her, but she wasn't you.

As the class went on, Theodore found himself looking your way. His eyes would linger on the way you ever so carefully measured the ingredients and placed them to the side, a gesture that his current partner didn't care to do. How you laughed when Mattheo so dropped the eye of newt in an attempt to flirt with you.

It infuriated Theodore, but god was he too stubborn to admit it.

The smell of alcohol reeked the common room, the blasting of the music through the speakers weighing heavily on the countless of sweaty, intoxicated teenagers present, all of which, unbothered by it.

Draco had thrown possibly the 4th party in the past 4 months, all of which, you had previously attended on Theodore's insistence. This time, it was on someone's insistence, though not his.

Heels clicking with every step, you weaved towards the familiar green leather couch situated in front of the fireplace. Spotting your usual friend group, all of which slightly drunk and possibly high.

Mattheo, ever the observant, spots you almost immediately.

''For a second there I thought you wouldn't show'' His voice laced with amusement, it was clear he had probably been drinking prior, the scent of alcohol lingering with every breath he took.

He doesn't await a response before wrapping his arm around your waist, an action that doesn't go unnoticed by Theodore Nott, who in turn, pushes off the slytherin girl who was previously seated on his lap, before abruptly standing up.

You knew better than to follow after him, that Theodore Nott was no longer any of your business, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't care about him anymore.

Moving out of Mattheo's grasp under the excuse of wanting a drink, you made your way to the one place you knew Theo would be.

Theodore knew you'd come after him, you always have. The clicking of your heels an echoing reminder of your fleeting friendship. The once obnoxiously loud music now muted by the glass of the common room balcony.

You knew he'd be there, he always was. "Why are you doing this to me?" He spoke, his gaze fixed on the moonlight that reflected off the black lake, now even darker. The only flicker of light coming from his lighter as he brings it to the cigarette hanging off his lips.

"Doing what Theodore?" You spoke, your tone unconsciously laced with irritation and an air of indifference to his dishriveled appearance.

He pulls the cigarette away from his mouth, letting out a trail of smoke in it's path.

"Cazzo. (fuck) You know what I mean! You and Mattheo! Mio Dio, mi sta facendo impazzire!" (My God, it's driving me crazy) He turns to face you and for the first time tonight, you catch a glimpse of his expression.

It's been years since you've seen Theodore Nott cry, and yet here he was.

He moves towards the lounge chair, sitting at the edge, cigarette long forgotten. His shoulders shake with the kind of sorrow that you've only ever saw once in your life, his face buried in his hands.

"È come se ti stessi perdendo." (It's like I'm losing you) He mumbles ever so slightly, looking up for the first time as his gaze catches yours.

You knew there was no turning back. With your resolved crumbling at the seams, you moved to sit beside him on the chair. "I can't lose you, né a Matteo, né a nessuno" (not to Mattheo, not to anyone)

His cheeks were tear-stained as he stared out toward the lake. The party music in the background had grown faint, almost as if the world itself had narrowed to just the two of you.

But you weren’t having it.

"This isn't fair. You can't just sleep with me and then act like nothing happened! You can't just toss me aside like I was nothing and then get mad when Mattheo suddenly takes interest in me!"

"I don't get why you're bringing up that night we slept together. non è stato un grosso problema." (it wasn't a big deal)

"It was a big deal!" Your voice cracked, the weight of your emotions pouring out with every word.

"And why’s that?!" he snapped back, his voice sharp and defensive, but there was something else there—something unspoken, trembling beneath his anger.

"Because I love you!" The confession tore from your chest like a wound finally bursting open, raw and unfiltered. For a moment, the world seemed to still, the air between you heavy with the gravity of what you’d just said.

He froze, his breath hitching as his eyes searched yours. You could see it—the flicker of vulnerability in the depths of his gaze, the way his jaw tightened as if trying to hold back a storm of emotions.

"You love me?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper now, as though the words were too fragile to say out loud.

"Yeah," your voice trembling but resolute. "I have loved you ever since first year, and it's killing me that you're pushing me away and acting like nothing happened!"

"Yeah, well, maybe I’m pushing you away because I don’t know how to stop myself from destroying everything good in my life!" he snapped, his voice breaking. He stood up abruptly, running a hand through his hair as he paced in frustration. "You think this is easy for me? You think I don’t hate myself every second for the way I treat you?"

"Then stop doing it!" you cried, standing as well, your voice trembling with anger and pain. "Stop acting like you’re some broken thing that can’t be fixed. I see you, Theo. I’ve always seen you. And you’re not broken—you’re scared. But so am I!"

He stopped pacing, his back to you, his shoulders tense. "You don’t understand," he muttered, his voice low.

"Then make me understand!" you pleaded, stepping closer, your heart hammering in your chest. "Tell me why it’s so hard for you to believe that I love you. I’ve seen the parts of you you’re too scared to show anyone else. And I’m still here, aren’t I?"

He let out a shaky breath, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of his own self-loathing was finally too much to carry. "I’m scared," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I’m scared of what happens if I let myself believe it—believe you. Because what if I lose you? What if I ruin it?"

"You’re already losing me," you said softly, tears slipping down your cheeks now. "Every time you push me away, every time you act like this—like we don’t matter—you’re losing me a little more."

For a moment, he said nothing, his gaze fixed on the ground. Then, slowly, he looked up, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

"I don’t want to lose you," he whispered, his voice cracking under the weight of his confession.

"Then stop pushing me away," you pleaded, taking another step closer. "Stop pretending you don’t feel this too."

He hesitated, his lips parting as if to argue, but then he closed the distance between you in one swift, desperate motion. His arms wrapped around you tightly, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he let himself break in your embrace.

"I’m sorry," he murmured against your shoulder, his voice muffled but filled with raw sincerity. "I’m so sorry."

And as you held him, feeling the tension slowly leave his body, you knew that this was the beginning—not an easy one, but one where neither of you would have to carry the weight alone anymore.

[aleahsmultimuseblog]

Kimi quickly smiles as she looks at the customer in the front of the line at the place that she works at, and owns. The Java Lava Coffee House. “Hello! Are you ready to order something? Welcome to the Java Lava Coffee House! Can I take your order?” Kimi asks the customer. @forgottenfriendshipstarters​

[cordialsanguine]

"That's everything that I would like to purchase right now, and I did not have some difficulty with trying to find something in The Orange Mart. Thank you." Stacie said, after she put her groceries on the counter. Stacie grabbed her purse, and she took out her wallet. "How much money do I need to give you?" Stacie asked.

Open to: Only open to all of the other members of this RPG! Please do not like, or reblog this post if you are not a member of that RPG.

Location: The Orange Mart.

Trixie Tang looked at what the other person had placed on her counter at The Orange Mart. “Alright. Is that all that you’d like to purchase? Or did you have some difficulty trying to find something in the store?” Trixie Tang asked the customer in The Orange Mart. Trixie Tang looked at the customer too. @forgottenfriendshipstarters​

[formulawolff]

"just one dance" - t.w.

pairing: horner's daughter!reader x toto wolff

word count: 1.9k

warnings: toto lusting after a woman thirty years younger than him (what's new on this blog lmfao), sexual references, maybe some cursing (idrk), mentions of drug use, alcohol use, flirting, banter, yadayadayada

a/n: i played "here" by alessia cara like 20x on repeat while writing this fic. so we could say that this fic is veryyyyy loosely inspired by that song. also! this was a request by an anon! i hope y'all enjoy! <3

"come on," the words as slurred as he rolls his eyes, "come dance with us!"

bringing your hand to your mouth, you stifle a giggle, "max, for the last time, i am not joining the horny middle school grind circle you guys have going on over there."

"it's not a grind circle," he puts his hands on his hips, "i would say it's more like a mosh pit."

which, given the occasion, was not quite appropriate either.

at the moment, you were perched at one of the many elegant banquet tables, the rigid surfaced draped with a thick, cream-colored tablecloth. adorning the table were numerous vases, filled to the brim with floral arrangements, their fragrance oh so sickeningly sweet.

the plates, utensils, and other various dining ware were now cleared, only leaving numerous wine glasses, their crystalline stems glimmering in the dim light, swathed by the golden hue of the chandeliers as they sparkle above.

this was the annual fia prize gala, one of the most coveted events of the season. it was the showcasing and peacocking of sheer and utter wealth, as the drivers got to pull up to in their luxury vehicles, their keys handed off to the valets. every individual was dressed head to toe in designer clothing from nearly every brand possible, from christian dior to saint laurent.

you lost track of the amount of rolex watches, cartier jewelry, and hermès bags you noticed throughout the course of the evening.

the main event wrapped up hours ago, leaving the rest of the night for the drivers, crew members, mechanics, engineers, executives, and team principals to mingle and dance. and well, consume copious amounts of alcohol.

and well, perhaps do a few lines in the restroom. or light a joint outside. maybe even pop a few pills.

with the exuberant amounts of cash involved with events like this, there were surely some illicit affairs. ones that the fia ignored, simply turning their heads.

if they didn't see it, it didn't happen.

after all, you were in monaco. it was like las vegas in a way.

what happened in monaco, stayed in monaco.

and here max verstappen was, three-time world champion, standing before you, so drunk he could barely walk, begging for you to come join him on the dance floor.

too bad your phone was almost dead.

this would have been a prime opportunity to record what was unfolding before you. it would have fed the max girlies all over instagram and tik tok for months.

glancing over max's shoulder, you pick out lando, oscar, charles, and carlos. they were apart of the large formation, jumping up and down, barreling into one another. alexandra, rebecca, and lily linger around the group, their gowns swishing as they laugh, their cheeks dusted with a bubblegum pink glow.

a drunken mosh pit with a bunch of sweaty men? no thank you.

but gossiping with the girls? that was more your speed.

"my dad would have a stroke if he caught me with you guys," you simply shrug, sipping on your wine, "and what if something happened to my dress? we have to return this, you know."

"ugh," the dutch driver groans, "you're no fun."

"hallo, max," a new voice cuts in, thick with an accent you can't quite place your finger on, "congratulations on your accomplishment this year!"

shifting in your chair is none other than torger christian wolff, better known as toto wolff, team prinicipal of mercedes.

your heart skips a beat as your eyes drink in the sight of him, the way his crisp tuxedo fit him effortlessly. his dark brunette hair was messy, more than likely from the events of the evening. his bowtie was untied, hanging loosely around his neck. the first few buttons of the snowy white dress shirt were undone, exposing his skin.

fuck, was he a gorgeous man.

with sharp cheekbones, a chiseled jawline, and wide, beautiful coffee brown eyes, he knew that he was attractive, his aura brimmed with nothing but sexiness and dominance.

his hands land on the chair beside you, pulling it out as max rambles, the words drowning out in your ears.

you were more focused on his stature as he sits to your right, his thighs spread in the chair, a hand running through his hair.

"is there a reason why i haven't seen you on the dance floor?"

due to the excessive volume of the music, his mouth hovers by your ear. a shiver runs down your spine as his eyes lock with yours, lips forming a radiant smile, flashing his perfect pearlescent teeth.

"cat got your tongue? or are you just as intoxicated as maxie boy over there?"

"neither," you counter, straightening in your chair, "just not really interested, that's all."

"did daddy not give his precious diamond any dance lessons growing up?"

your father was none other than christian horner, team principal of red bull racing, sworn enemy of toto wolff.

quickly, your eyes scan your surroundings, in an attempt to pick out your father among the throng of people. to your dismay, you cannot find him.

which, in this case, could be a good thing.

if he saw toto speaking to you? oh fuck. it would be game over. you'd probably be grounded at your big age of twenty-four years old. could parents even do that when you were an adult?

you didn't really want to find out.

yet, you couldn't turn down a few moments with the team principal.

after all, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

why not seize it?

for most of your life, you obeyed every single one of your father's wishes. you maintained your distance from the red bull drivers, careful not to get too close. you stayed out of the spotlight, ensuring that no negative publicity ever came his way. as much as you yearned to get to know members of the mercedes team or crew, you shied away, maintaining the promise that you would never befriend a rival.

so, for this one night, you could be a little selfish.

just this once.

even if it involved your father's biggest foe. the bane of his existence. the man he spoked about so bitterly for years on end.

"i was offered dance lessons, actually," your voice is melodic, like an angel's from the heavens above, "i turned them down. opted for horseback riding instead."

"so you know how to ride?" the team principal runs a tongue along his lower lip, his brow slightly raised, "well, i have an offer for you. one dance with me, and then later you can show me how well you can ride."

"and what am i going to be riding?" you inquire, folding your arms across your chest.

the corners of his lips curl into a devious smirk, an emotion glinting within the mocha depths as he leans in, "my cock."

heat flourishes into your cheeks, seeping all throughout your body. as your mind scrambles, struggling to formulate some sort of witty response, the team principal nods, "not expecting that, were you? i like seeing you like this, all flustered. it's cute."

"y-you're ridiculous," you manage to sputter out, hands instinctively shielding your face.

"not as ridiculous as any of those fools," his head motions towards the group of rambunctious drivers, "tell me, why aren't you with any of them? i'm sure maxie boy would love to take you on a date. lando too."

"just not interested," you shrug, regaining your confidence a tad, "don't get me wrong, they've asked. but i've always just turned them down."

toto cocks his head, his voice laced with a tease, "why? scared daddy is going to ground you for dating a driver?"

"i just rather wouldn't be involved with anyone of them romantically," you wave a hand, "it'd be too awkward if things didn't end up working out. could you imagine having to spend so much time at the paddock with someone who your dad could fire at any given moment? it'd be like walking on eggshells. i'd feel bad for any poor soul who wants to court me. they'd constantly be seeking my father's approval, on and off the track."

"well it's a good thing that i already know where i stand," toto shoots you a wink, your heart thudding against your rib-cage as he offers you his hand, "come on, just one dance. that's all i ask of you, gorgeous girl. one dance and then you can come right back over here, spending the rest of your night sulking in the corner."

"i haven't been sulking," you snort, accepting the gesture, "i've just been bored."

"how about you accept the other half of my offer then?" his accent is prominent, lingering in every word, "i've just been flirting, you don't really have to ride me. unless you know, you want to-"

"are you forgetting that we're in a very public space?" you hiss, elbow interlocked with his as you make your way to the dance floor, "people can probably hear you."

"good thing we're all drunk," he responds, the casual delivery sending you spiraling, "here, place your hand on my shoulder. i'll take this hand. the other will go on your waist."

as you follow his lead, you can't help but feel the pairs of eyes fixate on the two of you, murmurs rising above the music. yet, toto's focus is honed in on you, and only you.

"don't worry about them," he takes a step forward, your feet following in suit, "they're probably just envious that i'm with the most coveted woman in all of formula one."

"you don't mean that."

"oh schatzi," a chuckle rumbles in his chest, flowing from his lips, "do you not hear the things they say about you among the paddocks?"

"enlighten me then," your heart swells as his thumb tenderly kneads into your waist, fingers interlocking with yours.

his mouth is merely centimeters away from yours now, dimples apparent as his eyes glitter like the chandeliers above, "there's whispers that you are the most breathtaking woman in the world. the drivers talk about you all of the time, debating who would look the best by your side. you're a hot commodity. a prize to be won."

"people say those things about me?"

"would i ever lie to you?" toto arched a brow, "i have no reason to."

"that is true."

there's a twinge of resentment that bubbles up in your stomach as the song ends. oh how this moment ended too soon.

way too soon.

"still no sign of your father," toto's voice is hushed, barely audible over the music, "you think i could have you for just one more song? after that, i promise i'll leave you be."

"i think so," you feel a smile form the moment he pulls you in closer, the space between you crumbling away, "careful, mr. wolff. you need to maintain some sort of distance between us, remember?"

he shakes his head, fingers squeezing your waist, "right now, i could give any fucks what your father would think. he's lucky that i have some sort of self-control."

"and why is that?" you press, blood roaring in your ears as his head lowers, situated by your ear.

"because it is taking everything within me to keep myself from getting on my knees right this instant and lifting up that gown of yours."

[spencerreidsrightsock]

Shadows of the Past

Summary: When y/n finds out the gender of her and Spencer's first baby it brings back a lot of memories from her childhood. So many questions swirl around y/n’s mind and she confides in Spencer.

T.W! Fluff, angsty?, mentions of murd3r, mentions of foster care. Pregnancy. Anything else I may have missed?

Pairing: Spencer x BAU!reader

W.c: 3.6k

A/N: Hi guys! This is the longest fic I've written this far! Also, I'm almost at 100 follows to thank you all so much!!

Tags: @lucreziaq2001 <— CREDITS FOR FIC REQUEST!!

Spencer and I had been together for eight years, we got married roughly two years ago. We met at a local restaurant; he sat at the table alone and I walked in alone. I built up the courage to ask to sit next to him. Remembering back on it now, I think we sat and talked for seemed what like two hours. We exchanged numbers and from then on it was history. I quickly was introduced to the team. 

Of course they welcomed me in with open arms. So as Spencer and I sit here, I am twenty weeks pregnant and are anxiously awaiting to know the gender of the baby. Spencer and I had opted for a gender reveal with everyone from his work. I don’t have any real family, my mom was murdered when I was twelve and my sister and I don’t speak as we were separated in foster care. 

Spencer holds my hand snugly in his as our heads both lift when the doctor comes in with the gender of our baby in an envelope. We thank the doctor and head out. We meet Penelope and JJ and hand them off the envelope as they are the gender keepers. 

Once Spencer and I walk into the house I quickly make us dinner, spaghetti. I put the noodles in the boiling water, and suddenly I begin thinking back to my botched and damaged childhood. I feel Spencer come up behind me and place his hand on my hip, I’m still stuck back in the house as a twelve year old, so scared and fragile. 

I hear Spencer say something as he moves around quickly, and it snaps me from my thoughts, “Oh Spencer I’m so sorry I was off in a daze” I say quickly apologizing. “Honey, it’s okay, you don’t have to apologize.” he says, smiling at me softly. He brings his hand to my belly, “I can’t wait to be a dad.” he says, rubbing my belly gently. 

I smile at him, “I know Spence, I’m excited to become a mom, and watch you be the best dad ever.” I say cupping his cheek with my hand gently. He leaned in and gave me a hug, “You’re going to be the best mom ever, I already know it.” he says, enveloping me in a tight hug. “Thank you Spencer.” I say as I hug him back. 

We pull apart and I get back to dinner, I plate our food and he helps me bring it to the table. I go back and get our drinks. I sit at the table and dig into the food. After dinner we shower and get into bed. I lay there sleepless, without Spencer knowing, my mind still thinking about my mom. Finally, I tire myself out from my thoughts and sleep overtakes my body. 

The next morning we wake up, I let out a stretch and look over at Spencer, “It’s gender reveal day.” I say sleepily. “I know, I’m excited.” Spencer says, smiling at me as he places a kiss to my lips. We both tiredly crawl out of bed. I make us a quick breakfast and after we begin to get ready. 

Once we’re both ready we go over to Rossi’s house, as he is hosting the gender reveal. Once we get there we both step out of the car and walk hand-in-hand to the door. We walk in and everyone is there, JJ, Rossi, Penelope, Emily, Luke, Tara, and Matt, and their significant others. They all greet me with a hug. I take a look around, “You guys, this is beautiful.” I say, looking at everyone as tears form in my eyes. Immediately JJ, Emily, Penelope, Tara, and Spencer surround me all patting me on the back, “It’s okay” they all say. 

I have my moment and dry my tears up. There is a station for everyone to place their guesses on the gender, a station for the other parents of the group to write down their parental advice, and a station with a polaroid camera and a scrap book, so everyone can take pictures and write down things for the baby. 

We all sit around and chat, drink punch, and eat various snacks. At some point the men had gathered in the kitchen while the women gathered in the living room. I looked around at Emily, Tara, Penelope, and JJ. “Thank you guys so much for putting this together, it’s amazing. And I know that baby Reid will have the best aunts in the world.” I say, smiling. “You’re welcome.” they all say back. “It was so much fun and it was a pleasure to be the one’s to get to do it for you and Spencer.” JJ says as she places her hand on top of mine. 

A while later JJ gathers everyone in the backyard, there was a giant balloon and two confetti poppers. Spencer and I stand in the middle of everyone and JJ and Penelope grab the confetti poppers. Tara gets in front of everyone, “Okay whatever color that are in these will be the gender of baby Reid.” she says and everyone cheers and hollers. She steps toward us and hands me and Spencer both a needle to pop the balloon. 

Everyone counts down from three and we pop the balloon, it’s pink. My mouth drops and Spencer lifts me up. “We’re having a baby girl.” he shouts with a smile on his face, I look down at him and smile as I press a kiss to his lips. “Oh my gosh Spencer it’s a girl” I say getting a bit emotional. He gently puts me back on my feet and wraps his arms around me, everyone else piles in and we all get in a big group hug. 

We’re there for a while longer before we all say our goodbyes, Spencer and I walk out to the car and drive home. Once we arrived home we both go inside, “Hey Spence, I’m going to soak in the tub for a bit.” I say smiling at him as he puts up Rossi’s pasta Carbonara he made for us for dinner. “Okay honey, if you need anything I’ll be out here” he says as he shuts the refrigerator door. I smile and walk into the bathroom. 

I shut the door behind me and sit on the toilet. I start having a panic attack, wishing my mother was here, that she could experience this, and get to be a grandmother; so mad that whoever killed her is still out there, living freely with no repercussions. I calm myself down and take my clothes off as I start the water. I step in and lay back, my mind still a mess with thoughts of my mother and my sister, Emma. 

I start to cry as I begin wondering where Emma is now and what she’s doing, wondering if she has kids and if I’m an aunt, wishing she could experience getting to be an aunt. All of this flooding my mind at once. It’s almost too much for me. Spencer knocks on the door and I quickly wipe my tears away. “Yes.” I call out, “Can I come in?” I hear him ask from the other side of the door. “Yeah” I answer back. He opens the door and steps in. 

He immediately notices my puffy and red eyes as a look of concern washes over his face, he comes in and pulls the toilet seat down and sits, “Honey, what’s the matter?” he asks as he cups my cheek in his hand. “Nothing.” I say trying to brush it off. “Something is wrong, y/n” he says back. “I just, I’m just thinking about my mom and Emma, Spencer, it’s so hard knowing whoever did it is still living free and then my sister, I miss her so much.” I say crying. He sits on the ground outside of the tub and pulls me into his chest as he strokes my hair. 

“I know, I know,” he says gently rocking me back and forth. I shove him away, “No Spencer you don’t know” I snap back. “I- I’m sorry Spencer I shouldn’t take my anger out on you. It’s just not fair, I was so mad that she left us that day and that it got her killed and I’m so mad that me and Emma got separated.” I say apologetically. “It’s okay, it’s okay to be mad, it’s okay to be sad, but I want to be here for you” he says as he hesitantly strokes my hair. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have snapped at you Spence, I know you’re here for me and I’m so thankful.” I say sniffling as I dry my face. I drain the tub and step out, wrapping a towel around me.

I put my head on Spencer's chest and wrap my arms around him, “Spencer I am so so sorry.” i say. “Y/n, it’s okay, I am not mad, I understand why you are mad.” He says as he places a kiss to the top of my head. We walk into the room and I get dressed into pajamas. We walk into the kitchen and I warm up Rossi’s Pasta Carbonara. I plate it and sit it at the dinner table. We both sit down and begin to eat. “I think I got so emotional because I want my mom here to meet her granddaughter, then Emma, she’s an aunt and she doesn’t even know it.” I say, swallowing the lump of emotion in my throat. “I understand that, it would be hard, y/n, but I want you to know I am here for you, always.” Spencer says as he holds my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. 

I ponder on an idea throughout dinner. Once we both clean up after dinner we sit on the couch together. “Hey I have a kind of dumb question.” I say looking at Spencer. “Do you think you all could look back into my mom’s case? I don’t and can’t really be there while you all do it.” I ask him. “Of course we can, I’ll text Emily real quick.” he says as he tucks a stand of hair behind my ear. He grabs his phone from the table and texts Emily. He looks back over to me and smiles, “Hey, it’s okay y/n, you know that I am always here for you. And if you want we can have Garcia look up your sister and see where she is.” He says, holding my hand. “I know you are Spence, and yeah I’d love for her to.” I say. 

We go off to bed. The next morning we both wake up to Spencer’s alarm. I stretch and look over at him. “Good morning Spencer.” I say giving him a sleepy smile. “Good morning honey.” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. He leans over and places a kiss on my lips and sits up. He goes into the bathroom and comes out, he goes to the closet and gets his work clothes on. I sleepily roll out of bed and walk into the kitchen. I fix a couple of eggs and some bacon and fix our plates. He comes out of the room as I sit a glass of water down. He sits down and begins eating. “Thank you for breakfast.” he says, as he picks up his glass of water and takes a sip. “You’re welcome Spence” I say, smiling at him. 

After we’re both done eating he stands up and gets his work bag. He walks to the counter and grabs his phone, keys, and wallet and shoves them into his pocket. He walks over to me and wraps his arms around me. “I love you so much y/n, we will figure out what happened to your mom, I promise” He says. “Thank you.” I say as I give him a small smile. “Since we’ve taken this case on I’ll be back home tonight.” he says before opening the door and waving goodbye.

I sit on the couch and turn on a movie. I stay home today because I’m emotionally not up to seeing and hearing everything again. And it would break the work rules. They pulled my moms case and started working over it with fresh eyes, from the start. 

Later that day I get a call from Penelope, I quickly answer, “Hey Penny.” I say as I answer. “Hey so I was looking for your sister, and she lives in Ashburn, Virginia.” She says, happily. It hit me that not only were we separated but there’s a good chance we didn’t even grow up near each other. “Okay, do you have her phone number?” I ask. “Girl you are talking to Penelope Garcia.” She says all sassy, I feel my phone vibrate. “I sent it to your phone.” She says all giddy. “Thank you, Penny, you’re the best.” I say as I hang up the phone. 

I see Penelope’s text with Emma’s number. I sit there frozen in time, barely taking a single breath. Thoughts krept into my mind, ‘What do I even say?’. ‘What if she doesn’t remember me?’. ‘What if she didn’t want me to contact her?’. I sit there for ten minutes contemplating on what to do. I opt for a text. I create a contact and text her. ‘Hey Emma, this is y/n, I don’t know if you remember me or not. I wanted to get in touch with you.’ I click send before I can even process what I’m doing. 

I put my phone down and stand up; I walk into the kitchen and do the dishes from breakfast. Once I’m done with that I get dressed in some day clothes. Finally, I walk back into the living room and once again, sit on the couch. I grab my phone and look at it. She hadn’t text back yet and I frowned a little. 

It’s now been hours, it’s currently six in the evening, Spencer isn’t home and there’s still no text back from Emma. My phone begins to ring, expecting it to be Emma. I picked it up right away, it’s Spencer. “Hey Spence. Have you all found anything?” I ask him. “Uh yeah could you come up here? Are you okay with driving or do I need to come get you?” he asks. “I can come up there. I’m leaving now.” I say, I grab my purse and keys. I hang up the phone and walk out of the door. I get into my car and start driving to the BAU. 

Once I arrive, Spencer is waiting outside. I walked up to him. “Hey what did you all find out?” I ask him. “Let’s get inside where it’s warm and we will all talk.” He says, as he puts his hand on the small of my back. Once we’re inside we get onto the elevator. I feel like I’m being choked with anticipation of what’s to come and what I’m going to find out. 

We step outside of the elevator and everyone is at their desks. They all look around at each other for a moment, Spencer speaks up. “We found out that your dad did it y/n. He hired someone to kill your mom that day. I know he wasn’t around for you all and maybe that’s why he was never a prime suspect, but we found a lot of incriminating things against him that tells us he did it.” he says as he rubs my back. I am completely and totally frozen where I stand. 

I look over at Spencer and shake my head, “No, he’s been out all this time. Who did it?” I ask him, tears streaming down my face. He pulls me into a hug and rubs my back gently. He pulls back, “It was at the time, 34 year old Steven Arthur.” he says rubbing my shoulder. “He was some low level hit man, he died last year of heart failure.” He finishes. 

I look up at him and nod my head, still trying to process that my father had my mother killed. “Okay, have you all found my dad? Is he still alive?” I ask, wiping my face. “Yeah, he’s still alive.” He says. Just then everyone came out with their vests on. “They’re going to get him right now” he says, pulling me in for a hug. “But I’m staying right here with you.” he finishes as he rubs my back. 

I lay my head on his shoulder as I begin to cry. “It’s okay y/n, he’s going to pay now.” He says as he shushes me. I pull away and nod at him. “Okay.” I say, still trying to wrap my head around everything. Spencer and I go into Emily’s office and sit down. My phone vibrates and I pull it out, I look at the text and it’s from Emma. I begin to read it, “Hey, y/n, of course I remember you. I’ve been trying to find you for years. How are you doing?” the message reads. I look up at Spencer with a smile, “Emma just texted me.” I say smiling. I call Emma and she picks up, “Hey” I say. “I thought it would be easier to catch up over the phone.” I finished. “Of course,” She says, “I’ve got so many questions” she says laughing. I let out a laugh, “I know, I do too. But I think it’ll be easier just to talk about our lives.” I say. “You go first,” she says. “Okay, well I live in Quantico, I’m happily married. Oh and most importantly, you’re going to be an aunt to a little girl.��� I say excitedly. “Oh my god y/n. Really?” She asks as she begins to cry. “Yes, Aunt Emma.” I say smiling and laughing. “Hey I’ve got a crazy idea.” She says. “Well let me hear it.” I say back. “If you aren’t busy tomorrow we should meet halfway, I’m in Ashburn. I’d really like to catch up face-to-face.” she says. “Yeah I’d like that too.” I say. “It’s a date” I say. 

We talk for a while longer, at some point Spencer had left the room, and eventually hang up. Spencer comes back in, “Your dad admitted to everything.” he says, sitting down in front of me. I nod my head. “Good.” I say. We both stand up and I walk out into the main office. Everyone is there so I look around at them all. “Thank you all so so much, this is a debt I will never be able to repay.” I say smiling at them. 

Spencer and I leave and get into our cars. I follow him home and we do our usual night routine. 

The next morning we both woke up. Spencer had a day off so we could meet Emma halfway. We get ready and get into the car and start driving. We decided to meet at a park. Once we got there I seen her and recognized her immediately. We both started walking toward each other before we grabbed each other in a tight hug. “Oh it’s so good to see you Emma” I say as I hold the back of her head. “It’s so good to see you too.” she says as she buries her head in my neck and begins to cry. 

She pulls away and looks at my belly, “Oh this must be baby Reid.” he says, she motions her hand toward my belly to rub it, “Yeah go ahead.” I say, smiling at her. She rubs my belly and smiles at me. “I’m an aunt” she says, more tears filling her eyes. Spencer slowly walks up after giving us a few minutes by ourselves. “Oh this is Spencer” I say smiling. She says “Hey brother in law” and laughs. “Hey sister in law” he laughs and I laugh too. “Thomas would have been here but he couldn’t get out of work.” she says sort of bummed out. “Well I guess we’ll just have to plan another trip then.” I say laughing as I look at Spencer and he nods his head. 

We start walking to a nearby bench. “Okay, so you said he works at the FBI right? And that’s how you found me?” She asks as we all sit down. “Technically yes.” I say. “It all started when I asked him to look into mom’s case again, just a fresh pair of eyes.” I say looking at her. “Did you all figure anything out?” She asks. “Yeah, I wanted to wait til I seen you in person to tell you, and there’s no easy way to say this so I’m just going to say it. Dad killed mom, or well had her killed.” I say as I hold her hand. She starts crying. She nods her head. “And he’s in jail now right?” She asks through tears. “Yeah, they arrested him last night.” I say as I squeeze her hand. I stand up and go around the bench to hug her tightly. 

We stayed for a few hours and ended our visit with dinner at a restaurant. We say our goodbyes and go our separate ways. Spencer and I get into the car. “Thank you Spencer. I feel like I belong somewhere now.” I say smiling. “Honey you’ve always belonged with her and me.” he says, “She never forgot about you and I am always here for you.” He finishes as he grabs my hand. “I know Spence, and I love you so incredibly much.” I say as I lean in to kiss his lips gently. “I love you more y/n” he says, smiling at me. 

[ilys00ga]

life after his enlistment.

pairing: yoongi x reader

synopsis: how life/the relationship was like after he enlisted.

genre: fluff, established relationship, yoongi enlisted, they are trying their best, idk if I should call it angst or hurt/comfort, but there's some kind of ✨️melancholy✨️ in this (predictable much), I effing miss him sm more now :(.

warnings: t.w: if u are just like me, prepare to be missing yoongi sickeningly after this. gosh, it feels like a hole in a chest rn. idk what to do w myself. oh btw some ideas mentioned here are purely my own opinions, so it doesn't have to be "facts" or "all true." if u have different opinions or if u disagree with any it u can reach out to me about them, I would like that, but that's that, enjoy!!!!!!!!!

A/N: this was a request made by @kimvante2013 I hope it meets ur expectations! this was so fun to write, I liked this a lot. feel free to send more reqs or anything u want :)

PS. English is not my first language, so you know the drill.

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the problem wasn't that you couldn't see him, no.

since his duty was different from that of an ordinary individual, you both were able to spend the nights in each other's arms.

when he comes back home after duty, sometimes he's met with an empty house where he'd wash up and start preparing something for you to enjoy munching on once you get back home at a later hour of the day. other times, he comes to a busy, warm house. you blasting your favorite drama on the TV while doing the laundry in the middle of the living room, or just chilling and waiting to welcome him with mellow hugs and kisses.

and when he's on duty, he can't always contact you, but he whispered kisses laced with promises into your lips before leaving on his first day, and he would never dare to break them. not that he wants to anyway.

sometimes you'd wake up to post-it notes sticked on random surfaces and items around the house, or good morning messages of love and kisses. sometimes he calls during lunch breaks to check up on you, reminding you to drink water and eat well because that's yoongi's most precious habit of showing that he always just cares.

"don't forget to layer your outfit today, I just saw that it's gonna be awfully cold."

"did you like the bouquet I sent? want more? cook me ___ tonight xx"

"hi, don't forget to drink a cup of water right this instance or you'll shrivel up and die."

"it snowed on my way here this morning, let's go out this weekend and have some fun :]"

when days are too hard to handle, weighing one of you—maybe even both of you at the same time, cause life is a bitch like that—down and burying you under the ground, you'd send long voice messages to the other. never expecting an immediate reply. just simply pressing record and spilling all the bottled negative energy that clogged your brains and chests.

so, the problem wasn't really that you couldn't see or talk to him..

the problem was that neither of you were used to any of that.

you weren't used to being away from each other for long hours throughout the day (even though he often went on tours and job events aboard), or not being able to talk and/or see him whenever you wanted to—atleast whenever your shift agreed to let you. you're stuck on this routine for months. you were so not used to that.

over the years, you and yoongi grew to become a pen and a paper: two different items that are meant to only function and be paired together. one can't be capable without the other.

yet you try to avail yourselves of the situation and take it all easy. slowly, like waking up and leaving a warm, comfy bed at 5 in the morning to gain some purpose somewhere out there.

so, while staying away from one another for several hours a day comes with heavy challenges and even melancholy at times, that doesn't mean it can't be fruitful for your relationship.

since for it to grow healthier, a couple, intentionally or not, sometimes needs to take some "time off" to preserve the connection and intimacy between them.

you always remind yoongi of how much you had missed him during the day, which is something that never failed to put a smile on his face and trigger a stream of butterflies in his stomach.

love and yearning are two inseparable powerful emotions that one can't defeat, and absence makes the heart grow fonder. that's the beauty of the challenge your relationship was subject to at this new stage.

"I am still me, you are still you. everything's gonna be alright." yoongi would say as he hugs your face into his chest.

he always reminds you that this new chapter the two of you have entered together, hand in hand and with shaking hearts, is one that he'd been dreading but looking forward to for a very long time.

a chapter that made him understand how much he needs your existence in his life. to be himself and to be the somebody you need and deserve.

and he makes sure to translate that into your skin as he traces it with his lips and fingertips when you finally fall into each other's embrace.

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"Can I please order an iced tea? Thank you. And my name is Tootie. What is your name? It's a nice pleasure to meet you, and I hope that you will have a good day today too!" Tootie gives the money for the payment to the barista.

“Can I help you with something?” Britney asked the next customer in the line at The Java Lava Coffee House, in which she is currently working there as a barista. “I can recommend something for you to order, or you can just tell me what you would like to order here. And I hope that you will have a good day today!” Britney said to the next customer.

@forgottenfriendshipstarters

[jimmy-johns5382]

Don’t Fuck with Dad

A platonic Tim! X Reader

T.W. : Mentions of blood and violence, reader is really tired and just needs a break, slender is kinda a bitch tbh, Jeff is a bitch, fighting, kinda angsty? Not proof read :/

Summary : Mission after mission, you’re exhausted. You haven’t had a break in weeks and you’re constantly on the go. When you finally do get a moment of peace, someone ruins it.

You open your eyes, the rising sun visible through your windows. Half asleep, you throw your arm over and slam it down on your phone, the alarm too loud. What time was it? Fuck, what day was it? You let out a loud groan, taking a few deep breaths.

You hadn’t had a break in weeks. The Slenderman giving you missions every night, not to mention the shit load of paperwork that came with it. Most of the missions had been a bitch too, difficult missions that typically took multiple proxies. Normally, you, Kate, and Cody would work as a team, but occasionally it would be changed. Sometimes you were alone, sometimes with only one partner, sometimes two. The missions you had been given recently needed multiple people, and yet here you were, slaving away.

Throwing your legs off the bed, you hissed at the cold floor. Yawning, you began the morning ritual, grabbing a hoodie off the floor and you’re phone, you made your way downstairs for coffee. Glancing at the bright screen, it was Tuesday, July 16th. No mission today, just had to finish up some paperwork. Once you were done, you made a mental plan to take a hot shower, get in the comfiest clothes you could find, and watch a comfort movie. Downstairs, Tim and Brian stood by the island, acknowledging your presence.

“Mornin’ kiddo,” Brian spoke first, “you look rough, Whatcha’ doing up so early?” “I have a shit load of paperwork today,” you groaned, shuffling toward the coffee machine.

“Ohhhhh, day off huh?” Brian smiled. He knew that you had been slammed recently, silently questioning Slender on why he was giving you so much.

“Yeah, finally,” you yawned, sitting at the island with the two. They were here long before you, they knew what it was like to have something every single damn day. It was exhausting, and you were running on such little sleep. Bags heavy under your eyes, you took a sip of the drink and sighed.

“Hey, I’ll catch you later, k? I’ve got to head out, mission two towns over. Gotta’ set up some cameras or something,” Brian said, getting up and waving as he walked away. That left just you and Tim in the kitchen.

For a little while, silence. You and Tim had an understanding, being a proxy sucked and was tiring beyond belief. But Tim had his own opinions, you were just a kid. He knew the kind of missions you had recently been on, violent missions. He knew you had killed a lot recently, and the paper work with it was insane.

“Leave your paperwork in my office, I’ll get it done,” Tim spoke, leaving no room for debate.

You looked to him, confusion ever present, “It’s my work, I can do it ya’ know?”

“I’m well aware kiddo,” and with that, silence. You didn’t ask for this, any of this. The stalking, killing, everything. You didn’t deserve to be dragged into this mess, you were at the wrong place in the wrong time. Tim didn’t know what it was, but he felt a connection to you. He was protective, he wanted the best for you, he wanted you to be happy. But most of all, he was proud of you.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it,” you mumbled.”

“The back to back for weeks on end is hard. It’s the least I can do for ya’,” Tim took another sip of his coffee. You nodded, getting up and making your way to your room. Passing Eyeless Jack on the way back, you smiled and waved. You and the demon actually got along really well, you spent lots of the little free time you had in the lab, learning from him. Anything from anatomy to some chemicals, you learned a lot of Jack. He waved back at you, offering a visit and teaching session later if you weren’t busy. You gave him a maybe, explaining how busy you’ve been recently. He understood, and then continued on to wherever he was going.

You made it to your room, grabbing the large stacks of paper. You felt awful giving it to Tim, but he didn’t exactly leave much room for debate. You made your way to his and Brian’s office. Walking over to Tim’s desk, the large stacks of paper on his desk ever present. Jeez, you felt terrible giving him all this.

“Just set it down,” it was Brian, standing at the door. He made his way past you and grabbed a file off his desk, “trust me. That guy would do any amount of paper work for you.”

“But he already has so much, I don’t want to just add more on,” you looked to him, a sad look in your eyes. It made his heart melt, you really hated to do this.

“Set them down and get some rest, you need it. And Tim agrees, plus he would much rather you go have fun with EJ or Nina or someone, not sit and do paperwork,” you sat the paper down, looking away from him and to a framed photo t on Tim’s desk. It was you and him, the first mission you two had together.

“Let me tell you,” Brian started, slowly making his way toward the door, “Tim would kill a man for you. He cares about you like your his own kid, so just let him take all this,” and with that, Brian made his way out. You smiled, following him out the door. You wanted to get back to your room, take a nice hot shower, and maybe go hangout with EJ. Turning a hallway, you bumped into someone.

“Hey-! Fucking, watch it!” It was Jeff, of course. Nobody else would be this loud in the morning.

“Fucking move, prick,” you mumbled, shoving your way past him. It’s not that you and Jeff didn’t get along, you just wouldn’t hang out with him at all.

“Excuse me? Want to say that again?!” Jeff’s volume rose as he grabbed you shirt and threw you against the wall.

“You stupid bitch,” glaring at him, you gathered yourself and tried to walk away. It was way too early to deal with his shit.

“Oh hell no, you aren’t fucking walking away-“ Jeff was cut off, a firm hand placed on his shoulder. He whipped around, only to find Tim standing there.

“Fuck you think you’re doing?” Tim asked, voice low.

“This little bitch started it-“ Jeff didn’t get to finish before Tim punched him square in the nose. You stood back in awe, watching the two.

“Better go see Jack, wouldn’t want to get blood everywhere,” Tim shoved Jeff in the direction of the medical lab, giving him a solid middle finger. Jeff grunted and walked off, holding his nose.

“You good?” He turned to you.

“Uhh, yeah.”

“He ever bothers you again, just come find me, ok?”

“Uhh, right, yes sir,” you looked at him, not many words forming. What the hell were you supposed to say? Oh yeah, thanks for breaking Jeff’s nose for me dad.

“Go, shower. You stink,” Tim turned and walked off. You caught a glimpse of a small smirk on his face and you smiled back. “Whatever old man.”

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SUMMARY: Mattheo Riddle still wants to be your best friend, your shoulder to cry on, regardless of what happened during your relationship.

ᴛʀᴏᴘᴇ: ex! Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

T.W: Angst, implication of drinking, mentions of losing feelings for the other party, unknowing of how to move on, slight implication of cutting people out, lack of communication between two parties, mentions smoking.

ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀ: @cafekitsune

Things were bound to be different.

It was something Mattheo was aware of from the moment you two crossed the threshold between just friends and lovers, yet somehow, he never anticipated that the breakup would destroy so many aspects of your relationship.

Ever since first year, the two of you were inseparable, almost as if you were conjoined at the hip. You two did everything together, from cheating off each others' potions test to both staying at Hogwarts over the holidays in fear of not having the other. For a moment, it seemed like nothing could ever come between the two of you —except yourselves. And that was exactly what had happened.

What had started off as drunken night back in 5th year — the raging green lights emitting from the party — turned into a little more than just rushed confessions and into a year long relationship. Maybe you were better off as friends.

After a few months of dating, you found yourself losing feelings for the curly haired brunette. It was something you stumbled upon when you woke up one morning and found yourself looking at the sleeping boy's figure with a lingering doubt on your mind.

Mattheo didn't give you any problems, and when he did, they were all minor issues that a flick of the wand could fix. No, he didn't do anything wrong, so why was it that the once present butterflies now disappeared? You never understood why all of a sudden, his jokes weren't as funny as how they used to be, his touches not as you remembered. The spark for you in his eyes however, remained constant with every breath he took.

Mattheo found you to be extraordinary, like an angel sent by the heavens above whilst he was a sinner, a devil, undeserving of the fruit that was your love. So no, it didn't surprise him when you broke up with him a few days after your one year anniversary. "I just think we should stay friends." Your excuse lingered in the air, a statement Mattheo never could grasp.

And now it's been months since the break up.

Your tradition to remain at Hogwarts over breaks were broken, something he only ever discovered when he knocked on the door of your dorm room, only for your roommate to inform him of your departure the night before.

How selfish of him, he thought, for taking you away from your family every year.

Mattheo was never surprised though, he knew you would find things awkward and feel guilty for how you ended things with him. He could read you like a book, even when you weren't around anymore.

Final year was hard for him. You had been there with him at the beginning of each term, always sitting in the same compartment carriage beside him, as you would go on about what you were excited for — whether about the classes or simply eager to be able to go to Hogsmeade with him again.

This year, he was met with the bickering of his best mates instead of your familiar presence. Their plans seemingly dull and repetitive in comparison to yours.

He hadn't heard from you throughout the break, his freshly bought quills and parchments gone to waste waiting for your responses, ones that never arrived. Excusing himself, he got out of the compartment carriage. He never was one to wonder the hallways of The Hogwarts Express but that was because he had everything he could ever want in the carriage with him, you.

With your absence, he could only wonder if you got on the train in time. He roams the cramped hallway, ever so slightly glancing into the carriages as he walks, hoping to spot even a glimpse of you.

He does, though the sight wasn't necessarily a welcoming one. There you were, dressed in the cloak Mattheo would always find randomly tossed on your dorm room floor, everything about you was exactly how he remembered it. Yet there you sat, in the carriage surrounded by Gryffindors, your head resting on one of the Weasley twins — one Mattheo couldn't bother remembering.

And it was then that Mattheo fear he had lost you. Your eyes glance to the door, immediately catching his and for a moment there, you swore you saw the tears welling up in his eyes —the tears he refused to let fall. Your smile fades a little and Mattheo notices it almost instantly. He wipes at his eyes with his sleeve, swallowing hard before he walks off.

Your eyes linger on the door a little longer in hopes of his return, he never did.

The two coexisted from then onwards, both acting as if the other wasn't their entire life line — as though you hadn’t seen a forever in his eyes, and as though he wouldn’t rather die than lose you from his life.

Their interactions were always kept to a minimum — a simple nod here, a smile there, but nothing more than that.

That was until the night of the Slytherin party. The quidditch match finals was earlier that day — ending with Slytherin absolutely crushing Gryffindor — which Draco took as an excuse to throw the biggest party Hogwarts has ever seen. It was your standard Slytherin rave, the pulsing of green lights, the smell of alcohol, the obnoxiously loud playing music, everything keeping up to standard in it's own way. Mattheo was situated on the couch of the common room, the cool leather green surface doing nothing to ease the urge of wanting a smoke break.

He excuses himself before exiting the common room and going to the only place he knew to go, the Astronomy Tower.

Mattheo pulls out a cigarette, bringing the familiar bud to his lips before pulling out a lighter to light said object. He's overlooking the edge of the tower, wallowing in the cold night air when the sound of sobs draw his attention.

Normally he would chase whoever it was out, but it was when he turned around to face the individual that he realised it was you, though not the you he remembered.

You sat tucked away in the corner of the tower, your body curled tightly as your sobs echoed softly around you. The sight itself enough for Mattheo to discard his cigarette, stepping on the bud before quickly moving towards you. He slowly moves to crouch in front of you, careful not to scare you as if the slightest movements would make you run.

"Can I just be left alone?" Your voice shaky with every word yet it's purpose was clear.

Mattheo's heart ached.

"What's wrong?" He spoke, his voice barely even a whisper as he stayed still, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you would open up to him like you once did.

His voice was like a homing signal for you, one you didn't know how much you missed until now. You slowly lifted your head, wanting to make sure that he was there and not just something you imagined. Your tear-streaked face met his gaze, and for a moment, the world seemed to still. His eyes, usually so guarded and sharp, were soft now, full of worry and something else—something that looked a lot like affection.

"You’re really here," you whispered, your voice trembling as if the weight of your emotions was too much to bear. The guilt of leaving him coupled with the comfort that came with his presence was something overwhelming yet welcoming.

"Of course I am," he replied, his tone steady but low, as though afraid any sudden movement might shatter whatever fragile thread held the two of you together. "I’m not going anywhere."

You let out a shaky breath, your fingers clutching the fabric of your cloak as you glanced down, unable to meet his gaze again. "I didn’t mean to hurt you," you said, your voice cracking under the weight of the truth. "I just—everything got so complicated, and I—I didn’t know how to fix it."

He was quiet for a moment, the silence stretching between you like a fragile bridge.

"I don’t even know why I’m here" you finally whispered, your voice breaking like shattered glass. "I just… I didn’t know where else to go."

When he finally spoke, his voice was thick with emotion. "Maybe you came here because you knew I’d never turn you away," he said softly. Your eyes flickered to his, seeing the emotion hidden behind them. What was normally his calculative gaze, now shown a side of vulnerability to it — one you had almost forgotten in the time apart. "I pushed you away, Mattheo. I hurt you. I ruined everything."

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his unruly curls. "Yeah, you did," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "But that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you sit here and drown in whatever’s tearing you apart. Not when I can see it’s killing you."

His words hit you like a wave, and before you could stop yourself, the dam broke. The sobs you’d been holding back spilled out, shaking your whole body. Mattheo moved closer, closing the gap between you, his hand hovering in the air for a moment before he gently placed it on your shoulder.

"You don’t have to say anything," he whispered, his voice steady despite the emotion behind it. "Just let me be here for you. That’s all I’m asking."

For the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to lean into him, your head resting against his chest as your tears soaked into his shirt. His arms wrapped around you, strong and reassuring, as though he were trying to hold together the pieces of you that had shattered.

And for the first time in a while, you let him.