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jackie-shitposts · 3 years

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I Thought Thieves Love Jules!

Carmen strolled out of the elevator, feeling pretty beat after her workout with Shadowsan. Not that she would ever admit that- she had wanted to keep going, but it had only been two days since she got electrocuted in Egypt, so Shadowsan made her cut her workout short while he continued. Carmen sauntered over to the counter, taking a long drink from her water bottle, just as Player’s image appeared on her laptop screen. “Check it out, Red. Julia just posted a new entry on her blog, about a recent find in Columbia.” Player said, ”But it totally digresses into fun facts about fair trade coffee, including a “Red Blend.” Carmen leaned onto the counter. “Could be another riddle to solve?” “Good thing I learned a thing or two about code-breaking from Julia.” Player smirked, clearly excited to show off his new skills. “Every paragraph ends with a number. If you line ‘em up like they're a date and time, it’s tomorrow at 8am.” “Seems Chief wants an opportunity to thank me over coffee.” Carmen quirked an eyebrow. Seems as though she’d be seeing her favorite agent-turned-historian-turned-agent-again in the field, per Chief’s request. “How can you be sure it’s not a trap?” Player asked apprehensively. “If it were, Jules would’ve worded it differently.”

“OoOoO, are we talking about Jules?” Zack asked, peeking his head out from the doorway.

“That ACME gal Carm has a crush on?” Ivy chimed in, peeking her own head out from under her brother.

Carmen rolled her eyes at the sibling’s cartoonish antics. “Jules and I are just friends, you two.”

Ivy scoffed, entering the room and flopping onto the couch. “Yeah right- then why did you specifically go to her when you needed help decoding the relics?”

Carmen casually took a sip of her water before answering. “Jules was already familiar with VILE- getting a stranger involved would’ve only made things more complicated and dangerous than it already was.” Zack hopped onto the couch opposite of Ivy, resting his feet up on her knees. He pointedly ignored Ivy’s protests of, “Zack, gross!” and smirked at Carmen. “Oh? Then why did you ask Devineaux where she was in Louisiana?” “Hey, you never told me about that one!” Ivy gasped, feigning betrayal. “I was just surprised ACME let that driving disaster use a car,” Carmen quipped. Player laughed on his side of the screen. “Don’t act like you’re any better, Red. Don’t you remember your first caper?”

Carmen gasped, pretending to be insulted. “Says the 17 year old without a learners permit.”

“Not like I have anywhere to go.” Player laughed, before refocusing on Carmen’s interrogation. “Speaking of firsts, how about when you first met Julia? I listened in, and it totally sounded like you were flirting with her. You called her “Jules” on your first meeting!” Carmen narrowed her eyes at Player in defiance. “I was just sitting across from Jules so I could blend in while keeping an eye on Paper Star. And what’s wrong with nicknames? I called Crackle “Gray” and Ivy “Ives”. I don’t see what the difference is.” “The difference is that you and Cracker used to be best friends, and now we are best friends. However, you and Jules were not friends at the time.” Ivy said, emphasizing the nickname. “His name is Crackle now.” “He went and rejoined VILE, I think I get to call Gary whatever I want.” Player chimed back into the conversation. “Why did you leave the Magna Cartas with Julia, anyway? You had one conversation with her, what made you think leaving them with her meant they were in “good hands?” “While sitting next to her, I noticed Devineaux’s briefcase, and she said they were travel partners on business. I figured that meant they were law enforcement also trying to recover the documents. Leaving them with Jules simply saved me the hassle of returning the documents myself.” Carmen explained casually. “What about the fashion show in Milan, Carm? Why’d you have Julia help us then?” Zack asked, a shit-eating grin plastered onto his face. Carmen sighed in annoyance. Why won’t they just get off her back about this already? “Jules was the only ACME agent around, and I knew that ACME would be able to get the gowns to safety. And before you ask,” Carmen pointed at Ivy, whose mouth was already open with some smug retort, “I put her in charge instead of you because she would know where the gowns could be put for ACME to return.” At that, Ivy simply leaned back onto the couch and mirrored her brother’s smug grin. “Yeah, that was a fun night.” She smirked, and Zack tried to hold back his laugh that came out as more of a snort. Carmen raised her brow at the untold story, but she decided not to press. For the sake of her sanity.

“Well, what about Stockholm?” Zack blurted. Ivy and Player’s eyes snapped to Carmen, looking for any hint of discomfort, and Zack immediately tried to rectify the situation. “I-I mean, yknow, you just were gonna go try to get her help before-”

Carmen cut off his anxious rambling, smiling warmly. “Don’t worry about it Zack, I know what you mean. I wanted to talk to Jules to see if she could get ACME to back off. While that obviously didn’t happen, I know Jules didn’t try to betray me.” Carmen glanced out the window for a moment, whispering quietly to herself. “I don’t think I could be angry at her if I tried.” Carmen turned back to her friends and smiled. “Plus, she helped me out in Monaco and Ile De L'oleron afterwards, so-” Player practically leapt up from his chair, causing a loud crash as he knocked the fidget spinners off his desk and dropped the rubix cute he was playing with. “Yeah, let's talk about Monaco! You can’t tell me you guys weren’t flirting at the party. She was so confident you were going to deliver the goods to her door, and you trusted her not to stop you when you stole the eggs. Come on, Red, you know she was flirting with you!” Carmen felt Zack and Ivy’s eyes on her expectantly, and she chuckled at Player’s exasperation. “Player, I’m pretty good at reading people, and I’m fairly certain she wasn’t flirting with me. Even if she was, I was not flirting ba-” “Then what about the roses?”

Carmen’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly. How did Zack, of all people, know about the roses?

“Oh my god, the roses! Carm, why the fuck didn’t you tell us about the roses?” Ivy exclaimed, springing up from her relaxed position on the couch.

Carmen bit her lip before answering. “They were just flowers, as a thank you gift for the help. How do you know about them, anyway? I didn’t buy them until after you guys left.”

At that, Player piped up once again. “So Red, you know how at the end of each month, I look through our funds and see how much we spend on capers, to set our budget for the next month? Well, it was pretty interesting for me to see that you used our encrypted card to buy a bouquet of red roses from the flower shop across the street from Julia’s apartment, on the same day we left her the goods.”

Fuck. Carmen needed to shut this down, now. “They were just a thank you gift guys, nothing more. Just something Jules could keep for herself. And red is my color, so the roses seemed like a good gift. Now if you’ll excuse me,” Carmen glared at the redheads sternly, daring them to stop her, before looking down at Player with the same forbidding look. ”I’m going to take a shower. Player, let me know when you’ve got a red eye to Seattle ready.” Carmen closed the laptop, tucked it under her arm and walked out of the room without looking back. ~~~

The video call flickered to black, and Player leaned back into his chair, sighing. Red can be so thick-headed sometimes. As he booked her flight, he thought back to their teasing and banter from moments before.

Red seemed pretty genuine- maybe we were wrong after all.

Player took a deep breath- he didn’t want to call Carmen back so soon, especially when she seemed pretty pissed at the end of their last call- but he had booked her flight for a short two hours from now. So, Player reconnected to Carmen’s laptop, still looking at the red eye information on his other monitor, before hearing a loud, exasperated groan coming from his speakers.

“Holy fuck that was such a mess!”

Player’s head snapped towards his other monitor. The laptop had been set on the dresser across from Carmen’s bed, where she was laying sprawled out in agony. Player quickly hit his mute button and sat back to watch.

Carmen’s arms raised up to cover her face- though Player couldn’t see it, he was sure her face was covered in her signature color. “God, and the roses- why did I use the card for the roses? That’s a basic credit card slip, how am I so stupid!”

Carmen sat up, hands still over her flushed face. “I’m so fucking lucky they didn’t hear us on the ferry or at her office, there’s no way they would’ve ever let that go- I thought I wasn’t being obvious about this stupid crush-

That was all the confirmation Player needed. He clicked unmute and nearly shouted, “So you do have a crush on Julia! I knew it!”

Carmen’s head snapped up to the source of the sound, her face as red as her coat hanging on the wall’s hook. “Player! What the fuck are you-” Carmen froze as she watched Player pick up his cell phone. “Player, if you do what I think you’re about to-”

“Then what? You’re two thousand miles away Red, I'm practically untouchable.” He laughed and grinned smugly at the webcam as he dialed a number.

“Player, you are so dead next time I visit Ontario!” Carmen yelled before she threw her door open, barrelling down the hall to the stairway.

~~~

Zack and Ivy watched in silence as Carmen walked out of the room. When they heard the door to the stairway close, they looked at each other, before they couldn’t take it anymore and burst into laughter.

“Holy shit she looked so mad!” Ivy wheezed through her laughing fit.

“I know! Do you think that means she was telling the truth?” Zack questioned as he tried (and failed) to calm his giggles.

“No way.”

“But she seemed pretty-”

“What are you two laughing about?” Shadowsan’s stern voice stopped the twin’s giggling dead in its tracks. Just as Ivy opened her mouth to make an excuse, since she doubted Carmen wanted Shadowsan involved in her love life, (he is like her father, isnt he?) Zack spoke up.

“We tried to get Carm to confess that she likes Julia, but she kept on telling us she just likes Julia as a friend. Maybe she wasn’t lying, most of her reasons were pretty solid.” Ivy would’ve smacked him then and there if Shadowsan hadn’t interrupted her train of thought with a small chuckle. Since when did Shadowsan chuckle? “On VILE Island, Carmen was trained to be a master of deception. Do you not realize that she was also trained to survive any interrogation?” Shadowsan said, with…humor in his voice? Zack and Ivy were silent for a moment. “Wait, does that mean she actually does like Ju-” The moment was interrupted with a call on Ivy’s phone. When she looked at the caller ID, her eyes widened as she answered it and put the device on speaker. “Carmen does have a crush on Julia!” Player shouted from the phone, just as the Crimson Gay Ghost herself burst into the room and crashed into Ivy. “Dammit!” Carmen yelled, taking the phone from Ivy who was now on the floor with Carmen and laughing. “Player, I’m going to fly to Ontario and kick your ass!” Player’s laughing from the phone was almost drowned out by Zack and Ivy’s. “Oh no you’re not, you’ve got a flight to catch in two hours!” “OoOh where to? To go see your “favorite ACME agent”?” Ivy teased through her laughter. “Yeah Carm, I thought thieves love Jules!” Zack said as he laughed. Carmen jumped off of Ivy, her voice a noticeably higher pitch and her face extremely red as she shouted, “No! I mean- well, that is- I just-” As Zack, Ivy and Player continued to tease an extremely red-faced and stammering Carmen, Shadowsan smiled and quietly walked out of the room. It seems the war may be coming to a close with ACME on their side, but that doesn’t mean Carmen has to stop chasing someone.

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nctsworld · 4 years

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lucky strike

✩ renjun x reader | college au | fluff | friends to lovers | 2.3k

SUMMARY ⇾ you ask to stay over at your friend’s place on campus for the night, which leads the two of you to realize your feelings for each other. WARNINGS ⇾ fluff, kissing, roommate!haechan, haechan’s a little shit RATING ⇾ teen+ PROMPT ⇾ college au + fluff REQ BY ⇾ anonymous

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Tomorrow, you have a midterm at 6pm, then another at 8am the next day. Since commuting would already eat away so much of your time, you ask around in hopes that you could stay with someone on campus overnight to make your life easier. Unfortunately, most of your friends are either off-campus or don’t have the space to spare.

Except for your friend in acapella club, Renjun.

Knowing he lives on-campus, at the end of your practice, you explain your situation and inquire if you can stay with him tomorrow evening. You don’t think it’s a huge deal since you two have been friends for almost a year, yet his eyes widen at your question as the other members trickle out of the room. Despite his reaction, he doesn’t hesitate in his response.

“Yeah, sure. I have room at my place.” He stands up and lets his backpack hang from one shoulder. You do the same, but with a pleased smile now that your search is finally over. “Although... do you remember Donghyuck?”

“Oh yeah, he sometimes drops in during practice, right?”

Renjun nods, “I’m sure you could tell how he is from those few times. Even though he’s my friend, he’s also a little shit and, unfortunately, my roommate.”

The two of you begin to walk out of the room, shoulders brushing against one another, and into the open hallway.

“I doubt he couldn’t care less if you’re coming over, but do you think you’ll be okay with him?”

He scrunches his nose cutely in genuine concern, a habit you notice he often does during practice when frustrated. You chuckle, waving your hand and his worries away.

“I’m sure I can handle him, Renjun.”

Suddenly, the young man stiffens due to the arms that drape around his neck, dragging him into a hug. Although this isn’t the first time you’ve done so, he still freezes from the embrace.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it,” you whisper softly into his ear, squeezing him tighter to show your gratitude.

Because of your firm hold and how you’re cheek to cheek, heat rises upwards to Renjun’s face and ears. He ponders if you can feel his warmth on your skin, and if you can feel the knocking of his heart against your chest. Carefully, he hovers a hand over your back, fingers ghosting over your body to reciprocate the hug.

“Yeah, of course.”

“So, you like her?”

Later that evening, Renjun informs Donghyuck of your upcoming presence in their apartment during dinner in said apartment. The latter’s question is expressed, which causes the noodles that are about to be devoured by Renjun hang in the chopsticks near his agape mouth.

“No, why would you say that?”

The roommate snickers at the defensive rise in Renjun’s voice before picking around the plate filled with grilled meat in front of him.

“Why would you let her stay over at our place?”

The follow-up question stops Renjun once more from eating. The noodles continue to drip the soup base back into the bowl and splatter a bit of it around the table. The older roommate furrows his eyebrows and spews, “Because I’m a good friend?”

Squinting eyes filled with doubt stare back at Renjun. He sighs, shaking his head.

“Just be on your best behaviour tomorrow, yeah?” he says, finally stuffing his face with the noodles. The younger of the two sticks one piece of meat into his mouth and quickly adds a few more.

“Mmm, no promises,” Donghyuck mumbles with his full cheeks, now shoving the white rice from his bowl into his mouth.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

The next evening arrives fast. After finishing your midterm, you rush on over to Renjun’s apartment and are greeted by his candied smile as he opens the door.

“Hey, come on in.”

While you’re removing your shoes by the front door mat, you peer around and find his place quaint. It’s a little run-down and not the most spacious apartment; you’re directly standing in the small kitchen and it’s only a few steps from the slightly bigger sized living room. However, there’s a balcony that oversees a nice view of the campus, a fireplace across from the couch and coffee table, and, for two college boys, the space isn’t as messy as you expected.

“How was your midterm?”

“Don’t ask,” you groan. “I’m not looking forward to the next one.”

“Well, I’m sure you did well.” Renjun beams in comfort, but you’re too focused on taking your shoes off.

You set your shoes aside, ensuring they’re not obstructing the doorway. Standing up, you ask, “So, where should I set down my stuff?”

The host opens his mouth, ready to answer, but a familiar figure comes out of a room to cut him off.

“Renjun’s girlfriends always stay with him when they come over, so you can put your stuff in his bedroom—ow!” Your friend jabs his elbow into Donghyuck’s rib cage and you stifle a laugh.

“Ignore him. Anyway,” you trail behind him, entering the living room. “If you don’t mind, I was thinking you could sleep on the couch. There’s also the fireplace, so it’ll be nice and warm and—”

“It’s perfect,” you interject, halting Renjun’s rambling. “Again, I really appreciate it.”

You touch his arm for a brief moment, smiling warmly at him, before you place your backpack down beside the couch. His hand grazes over the spot on his arm and he nibbles on his bottom lip. Then, a low rumbling occurs from your stomach.

“Have you eaten yet? I’ve been dying to get food since the midterm.”

“Not yet. Let’s go pick something up.”

Also dying for food and dying to get away from his roommate’s existence, Renjun hastily turns around towards the kitchen counter to take his keys.

“Can you get food for me?” Donghyuck chimes in.

With his back facing Donghyuck, he shoves the keys into his jean pocket. “Are you going to pay me back?”

“Maybe, maybe not.”

“Then, no.” Renjun turns and flashes him a snarky grin.

It’s not like sass and sarcasm didn’t exist in Renjun’s vocabulary, but it’s amusing to you to see him act like this outside of acapella club.

Your friend and you begin to put your shoes on, but the third figure in the apartment whines and groans endlessly for Renjun to pick-up dinner for him.

“If I buy you something, will you leave us alone for the rest of the night?”

Your sudden offer and brazenness shocks Renjun, yet leaves an impressed smile on his face.

Leaning against the wall, Donghyuck folds his arms against his chest and eyes you up and down. You hold your ground and stare back at him. After a long beat, he faces Renjun.

“I like this one,” he comments and waggles his finger at you, as if you aren’t there. You roll your eyes, realizing Renjun really wasn’t exaggerating when he said that his roommate was a little shit.

“Is that a yes?”

The little shit nods, “Renjun will let you know what I want. You two lovebirds don’t take too long now!”

You’re the first to step out the door, so you don’t see Renjun baring gritted teeth at Donghyuck, causing the latter to flinch out of reaction. Both of you exit the building complex, heading towards the pack of restaurants on campus.

On the way out, Renjun makes a deliberate effort to not bring up the topic of being labelled lovebirds from before. You don’t bring it up either, so he assumes you aren’t thinking too much of it.

Little did he know, it’s actually all you’re thinking about; his roommate just shined a new light on how you see Renjun.

When you return to the apartment with food in hand, Donghyuck keeps his word and eats in his room, leaving both of you on your own.

Perhaps it’s because of the seed that was planted by his roommate, but over the last hour or so, you’ve been hyper aware of how you interact with Renjun, and vice-versa—how at ease you are with him; how he makes you laugh effortlessly; how he listens intently, hanging onto every word you say; how his stare often lingers on you; how, despite having different majors and interests outside of acapella club, both of you simply click, fitting as one like a lock and key.

Come to think of it, this is the longest time beyond practice you’ve spent one-on-one time with Renjun. Sure, you’ve hung out during get-togethers at other members’ places and at the yearly retreat, but being alone with him is different. It also feels right, as if you should do this more often.

After the food’s gone, Renjun questions if you’re going to study more for the evening. You answer with a shake of your head, citing you’ve studied enough today and will likely do more before you sleep.

You propose, “Are you busy with anything tonight? Do you wanna watch movies or something together?”

“Sure. Anything in mind?”

Pouting in thought, you reply, “I’m kind of in a Marvel mood. Do you like Marvel movies?”

The grin that forms on Renjun’s face isn’t alien to you, but it produces a remarkable feeling in your chest, one that doesn’t come regularly to you.

“I love them.”

Sinking into the couch, you observe the host prepare one of the Avengers movies on the living room TV. When he’s done and sits next to you, he reaches for a remote, which turns the fireplace on, fittingly warming up the apartment on this cool, autumn evening.

Your attention is on the movie for the first bit, but it begins to transition onto the handsome individual next to you. He’s so invested in the movie, even though he’s apparently seen it a million times. Your gaze sketches the outline of his jawline, absorbs the beauty of the nuances in his expressions, and then rests upon his hand laying on his thigh.

Impetuously, you reach for him and hold his hand gently within yours.

Like with your hugs, Renjun freezes upon your touch, but it’s even worse than those occasions since this time, he almost forgets to breathe. He blinks once, twice, before glancing down, not moving his head whatsoever, at the reality of your affectionate touch. When he peers up at you, you’re pretending to be fixated on the screen. However, your face says otherwise—your lips are pressed together in a simper, cheeks puffing out in nervousness.

The hand-holding is awkward since your fingers aren’t laced together, so Renjun anxiously draws his hand away, fearful of wrecking the moment with the absence of his contact, then hurries to intertwine his fingers between yours.

Neither of you break apart nor say anything throughout the rest of the movie, enjoying each other’s company and new level of intimacy in comfortable silence.

As the movie ends and the credits roll on the screen, neither party on the couch hasn’t let go of the other’s hand yet.

“Renjun,” You’re the one to break the extended silence in a delicate murmur. You recline and settle your head onto the curve of the couch. You blink at him and he follows suit, blinking back at you merely a few inches away. Your thumb rubs circles against the back of his hand. “I like hanging out with you.”

His throat goes dry, so he gulps, then whispers back:

“I like hanging out with you too.”

It’s not a blatant confession, but both of you understand the underlying intention of your words.

Your head cranes forward and meets his lips. The first kiss is a chaste one—very still, the pressure of your mouths pressed against each other lightly.

After a bit, with your heads still laying on the couch, Renjun raises a hand to cup your cheek, deepening the forthcoming kisses. His lips are soft and smooth, his kisses tender and careful. You’ve only had a small taste, but you already want to drown in his kisses forever. Both of you lift yourselves off from the head of the couch and shuffle your bodies closer to one another, increasing the excitement of the budding affection.

“Don’t mind me, I”m just getting—” Donghyuck gasps at the sight in front of him.

At the intruding voice, one of Renjun’s eyes shoots open. He attempts to wave his roommate off, hoping he won’t ruin the moment.

“I knew it!” he mouths, prior to grabbing a drink silently from the fridge. Respecting his promise, he scuttles off back to his room.

Studying is a forgotten concept as the two of you make-out for the next few hours upon the couch. The crackling and warmth of the fireplace engulfs your bodies amidst the intermittent giggles and sighs.

Eventually, you withdraw from his addictive embrace and prepare to go to bed. You decide it’d be best to keep to the initial arrangement of you sleeping on the couch. Renjun respects your decision wholeheartedly.

But neither of you don’t say your last good nights until you’ve shared a few more kisses first.

When morning comes, following a brief cram session of studying and you getting dressed, you knock on Renjun’s bedroom door. You open the door slowly, head peeking through to ensure you aren’t catching him in a state of indecency. A small smile creeps over your face, indulging in how adorable and angelic he looked as he slept. You shake him lightly, stirring him half-awake.

You drop onto your knees beside his bed, whispering, “Renjun, thanks for letting me stay over. I had a really nice time last night.”

“Mmm, of course,” he grumbles, eyes barely open.

“I’ll text you after, okay?”

He groans mechanically in response, making you feel a tinge of guilt for disturbing his peaceful sleep.

You give him a good-bye kiss, simply a peck on his lips, but when you rise and turn around, you don’t expect the sleepy figure to grasp you by the wrist, dragging you down for a more intense kiss.

“Did you really expect to leave me with a kiss like that?” he mumbles into your mouth.

You’re thankful to be on campus since the lecture hall is close by, so you have the luxury to stay for another ten minutes in Renjun’s arms, and you’re definitely going to be staying on campus a lot more often in the near future.

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hercleverboy · 4 years

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four times

spencer reid x reader

genre > angst

wc > 3.1k

four times the reader loved spencer and the one time she didn’t

The first time she knew she loved Spencer Reid, was when he brought her coffee early one morning on a boring paperwork day.

Y/N had only started at the BAU a few months ago, and had pretty much instantly fallen for the intelligent man with eyes like honey. She grew very close with the rest of the team, being the new youngest member, she very quickly became a part of their family. One day, without a new case that demanded their attention, Hotch had assigned them all to paperwork before dismissing them. Spencer had stumbled in through the doors of the bullpen, ten minutes late with flushed cheeks and a small paper bag in one hand, and a coffee cup in the other.

“You’re late.” Hotch stated.

“Yes Sir.”

“Don’t let it happen again.” Hotch tried to remain stern, but he let a small smile spread on his lips when he noticed the little paper bag Spencer held.

“Yes Sir.” Spencer smiled sheepishly as Hotch walked back to his office, and Spencer placed his satchel down on his desk before making his way over to Y/N’s desk, little paper bag and coffee cup in hand. “Morning Y/N!” He spoke, a little too excitedly for 8AM.

“Hi Spencer, What you got there?” She smiled back, nodding towards the items.

“Um well I remembered you saying that you loved the chocolate croissants from Tilly’s Bakery, and that your favourite drink was a vanilla latte, and I- um, I thought I’d stop by and get those for you on the way to work.” He fumbled over his words, like an idiot. His cheeks were red with embarrassment, and he thought he’d overstepped.

“Tilly’s Bakery? Spencer that’s- that’s all the way across town, Thank you so much but you really didn’t have to go so out of your way.” She was shocked he would’ve done something so kind for her. Not only that, but he’d remembered her exact order, something that she’d said in mindless conversation over six months ago?

“It was really no trouble, I had to get something else from that side of town anyway.” It was a lie, he knew it. Yet he shrugged his shoulders and acted like it was no big deal, when really he’d woken up an hour early to get the subway across town just to see that smile on her face.

“Oh, well thank you. So much. You’ve really made my day.” She smiled, and Spencer’s heart nearly burst.

“It’s okay. I try.” He joked, before turning back towards his desk, ignoring the proud smirk that Derek gave him from his own desk.

Y/N had a grin on her face for the rest of the day, Spencer’s gesture really making her feel so much better.

She loved him then.

The second time she knew she loved Spencer Reid was when he comforted her after a tough case.

They were on the way home on the jet, and Y/N sat playing with her fingernails anxiously. The case had been bad, and involved children. They’d managed to save the last child, but couldn’t forget how five others had died before they could track down the unsub.

Spencer had sat down across from her, watching her carefully before he spoke. “It wasn’t your fault, you know that, right?”

She looked up, surpised to hear his voice. “Yeah I know I just, I can’t help thinking if I was quicker at figuring it out then we could’ve-“ Her small voice broke mid-sentence, and in a very uncharacteristic move, Spencer reached out and took her hand in his, his thumb smoothing over the back of her hand comfortingly.

“Listen to me.” He spoke quietly, trying not to alert the rest of the team to her upset. “There was nothing different you could’ve done, okay?”

She nodded and smiled gratefully at him, but her emotions betrayed her, the tears slipping from her eyes.

He pulled his hand away, and she thought he was getting up to go back to his previous seat on the other end of the jet, but instead, and much to her surprise, he sat down next to her, placing his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into him.

Y/N was shocked to say the least. Spencer Reid, the man who swore off touch because he was cautious of germs, was willingly holding Y/N to his chest, and he gave no indication of feeling uncomfortable about it. When she gave in and rested her head on his shoulder, he placed his head on top of hers.

Derek nearly spat out his coffee at the sight, and the rest of the team looked bewildered to be honest. They’d never really seen this affection from Spencer, and on the rare occasion it was shown, it was with people he’d known for many years, not a few months. Y/N felt her eyelids droop and was lulled to sleep by the sound of his heartbeat.

She loved him then.

The third time she knew she loved Spencer Reid was at a party being thrown at Rossi’s place, to celebrate Y/N’s first year at the BAU.

Y/N had been dancing and drinking with the team all night, and had politely excused herself to get some fresh air. She found a balcony connected to one of the spare bedrooms on the second floor that overlooked the city. She leaned on the railing, taking a deep breath as she took in the view, the little lights of the town seeming so far away.

“It’s a pretty great view, huh?”

She let out a little yelp of surprise and turned to face the voice, seeing a sheepish looking Spencer standing there, his hands rasied in a sort of surrender.

“Sorry! It’s just me! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.” He profusely apologised and Y/N let out a small laugh as she shook her head.

“No it’s okay. I just didn’t expect to see you there is all.” She smiled. “and yeah, it’s beautiful really.”

“So are you.”

Smooth Spencer. Real smooth.

Her mouth opened in slight shock, and she really didn’t know what to say. Seeing her shocked and confused expression, Spencer began to ramble.

“What I’m trying to say is that I like you? Not just like a friend, I like like you, I have since you first joined and actually I’m pretty sure I’m kind of in love with you-“ He mumbled and winced when he realised what he’d just said. When she didn’t respond immediately he’s quick to speak again. “Oh my god, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that, you obviously don’t feel the same and now I’ve made you uncomfortable, I’ll just go.” He turned to leave, looking shamefully down at his feet.

“Spencer, wait.” He turned back to face her nervously.

“I kind of love you too.” She confessed, and Spencer had never felt a relief as sweet as hearing her say those words.

“Oh thank god.” He murmured, coming to stand next to her again. They laughed together, and talk about nothing in particular as she looked out at the city, and he looked at her like she was the world.

She loved him then.

And he loved her too.

The fourth time she knew she loved Spencer Reid came a year into their relationship. She was spending the night at his apartment, watching some reruns of Doctor Who on TV, (a TV that Y/N had insisted he bought for that very purpose).

Somewhere between her head resting on his chest and his arms around her she’d fallen asleep, and Spencer only noticed when something happened on screen that would normally illicit some kind of reaction from her, but instead she was silent.

He glanced down at her and smiled at the sight of her looking so peaceful. He reached over to the remote, turning the TV off. He then gently moved Y/N off of him, careful not to wake her. He stood, and then lifted her into his arms, carrying her bridal style towards his bedroom, her head resting gently on his shoulder.

He gently placed her on the bed, removing her leggings successfully without waking her up, leaving her to sleep only in one of his shirts she’d stolen from him. He didn’t mind, they looked better on her anyway. It was a cold night, so Spencer grabbed a pair of socks from his drawer and slid them onto her feet, before laying next to her and pulling her to his chest, placing the covers over them to keep them warm.

When she woke up the next morning, she noticed she was up before him, which was a rare occurance. She glanced down to her feet, and noticed how he’d put socks on her feet to keep her warm on one of the coldest nights of the year. When he woke up, he didn’t even take credit for it, just bashfully smiling and whispering “anything for you” when she thanked him.

She loved him then.

And he loved her too.

Spencer’s headaches were getting worse, so when he told Y/N he found a doctor who finally seemed to be helping him, she was estatic for him.

Everything seemed perfect.

Then the cold nights that he held her close to his chest turned to cold nights where he’d turn his back to her and giggle quietly as he texted her, thinking Y/N was asleep but she wasn’t. Spencer would lock his phone, and turn back towards Y/N, pulling her into his arms to hold her tightly. It made her feel sick.

Mornings where he’d kiss her forehead and they’d make love became mornings where they had pretty meaningless sex, where he was the only one really getting any pleasure from it. Then he’d retreat to the bathroom and call her, speaking with hushed whispers, thinking Y/N couldn’t hear but she did.

Every word.

It made her feel physically sick, like he was using her, a warm body in the place of this other woman.

What made her feel more sick was that she let him do it.

Y/N didn’t know when it happened. She spent so long in love with Spencer Reid that she didn’t really register when she fell out of it. She spent months in a haze, watching him have an emotional affair with some other woman in front of her. For the first few months she clung onto him and the love she still had for him for dear life, afraid she didn’t know how to live without him.

but with every morning spent alone, every time she strained to listen to his conversations

“Bye, Love You.”

Every time suddenly he’d leave on the evenings where they didn’t have a case, he’d tell her he got called in by Hotch to complete some paperwork, which was a half assed excuse that he hadn’t thought through properly, but Y/N had begun to lack the incentive to care.

She eventually confided in Penelope about her fears, after months of dealing with them by herself, letting them eat away at her like a disease. Penelope had become much like a sister to Y/N in her time at the bureau, and Y/N knew she would be honest with her when she asked if she thought something was going on with Spencer. Penelope wanted to tell her she was being silly, but she’d noticed it too, as had the rest of the team.

JJ had noticed when Spencer sat next to Y/N on the jet home, he wouldn’t comfort her after a bad case like he used to. That he no longer looked at Y/N like she was the only person in the world that mattered. Instead, he would sit with his eyes locked on his phone, smiling at the screen as he typed, before he’d lace Y/N’s fingers with his, as if nothing was wrong.

Derek saw how he no longer bothered to bring her coffee or her favourite pastries. And on the off chance he did bring her one, he’d bring her something she didn’t like. (“Oh, I’m sorry, I guess I forgot you don’t like this one.)

Hotch noticed too, it was his job as Unit Chief to notice when his team members were acting differently, as it was up to him to decide if that difference would impact their ability to work. He’d noticed how Y/N and Spencer never came into work together anymore. Instead, Spencer would stumble in 10 minutes late with a smile on his lips that wasn’t because of Y/N.

Emily watched sadly as Y/N became a shell of a person, no longer bright and bubbly but numb and almost paralysed. She saw how Spencer didn’t seem to notice.

It didn’t take the team long to conclude that Spencer was cheating. Not a physcial affair, but an emotional one was just as bad, if not worse.

Spencer seemed to think he could get away with hiding his emotional affair. As if he wasn’t a part of a team of expert profilers. He did feel guilty. It was true, he loved Y/N. But his ego had been boosted so high with the idea that two women wanted his affection, when he was so used to being rejected, he let it get to his head. He didn’t love this other woman, not like he loved Y/N anyway, but he did love her attention. He craved it.

He began to notice how Derek scowled at him from time to time, for hurting the woman he protected and cared for like a little sister.

He saw how JJ would cut him off with a cold tone, not a nurturing, mothering tone like usual.

How Emily refused to work with him in the field, angered at him for the pain he was putting one of her best friends through.

How Hotch wouldn’t even look at him, but remained professional because that was his job. In her time at the BAU, Y/N had become much like a daughter to him.

With every lie he told (and he couldn’t seem to keep track of them very well), Y/N fell more out of love with Spencer Reid.

Eventually, she reached her breaking point. Y/N was so emotionally exhausted of living this way, so tired of mentally trying to pinpoint where everything had gone to shit, but she couldn’t. She didn’t care anymore.

She knocked, and he seemed surprised to see her when he answered.

“Hey baby. I didn’t know you were coming over.” He smiled, and reached out for a welcoming hug, but she stepped back out of his reach, her hands coming up to gently push him off.

“I just came to get my stuff.” She stated. It wasn’t a question, she wasn’t asking permission. Over the time they’d been together, she’d been keeping some clothes in a drawer that Spencer had cleaned out for her in his chest of drawers. She also kept some of her toiletries in his bathroom, as well as a few other items she’d placed around his tiny apartment.

“What do you mean?” He asked, confused.

“You’ve been having an affair, and we’re done. I’m just collecting my things and I’ll go.” She spoke so nonchalantly, like the subject bored her. She was so numb, no tears fell and no words caught in her throat.

She was so fucking tired of this.

“I don’t-“ He didn’t know why he tried to deny what he knew was true.

“Don’t start, Spencer. I know it’s true, and so does the team. We are profilers, you know.” She pushed past him, walking towards his bedroom. He stood shocked for a moment in his doorway, trying to process what had just happened. Of course she knew, of course the team knew.

He scrambled to follow after her, and his breath hitched in his throat when he saw her collecting all her things and stuffing them in her bag.

“Y/N, please let me explain.” He tried.

“What is there to explain? You fell in love with her, you fell out of love with me. It happens.” The way she spoke in such a bored tone was scaring him. How easily she dismissed the love they had.

“I don’t- I don’t love her. I promise I don’t I was just- god I was getting this attention I didn’t know what to do with and I liked the feeling.” He seemed confused as he spoke, like he couldn’t figure out why he ever got himself into this situation, why he’d ruined something so good for a meaningless fling.

Y/N zipped up her bag and placed it over her shoulder, before moving to walk out the room.

He grabbed her hand, holding it tightly, forcing her to look at him.

“Wait, Y/N please don’t go. I love you. I’m so sorry, I don’t know where this all went wrong, where the attention got to my head but I don’t need her. I need you, I love you, please.” He was sobbing, begging.

She felt nothing. This was what his lying and sneaking around had reduced her to. When she saw the man she would’ve done anything for practically begging her not to go, she should’ve felt something. but she didn’t.

“I don’t love you anymore, Spencer.” Her words were sharp, clear. They wounded him. He sobbed, and pathetically continued to beg as she ripped her hand from his grasp.

She turned swiftly and left the small apartment. The click of the apartment door closing shut behind her left Spencer to be swallowed by the silence, and his heavy breaths and sobs filled the cold apartment. The anger he felt at himself came to the surface and soon he was trashing his apartment, pushing books off of shelves and shoving the paperwork from his desk.

He crumbled to the floor in sobs. Not only had his lost the respect of his team, his family, but he’d lost the love of his life too.

As Y/N walked out the apartment building, she smiled for the first time in months at the weight that was lifted off her chest. The sense of freedom she felt filled her with a sweet relief. She felt alive again. Being with Spencer had chipped away at her, but she was ready to rebuild herself, to do better, to start a new chapter in her life.

Spencer loved her then.

But she no longer loved him.

When you go,

and would you even turn to say

I don’t love you like I did yesterday.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid one shot #matthew gray gubler x reader #matthew gray gubler #mgg #mgg x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader

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disaster-fruit · 3 years

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could you tell us more about the brarg family au with the 3 babies and trans luci?

I definitely can! This au has been living rent free in my head since i started that drawing and I was actually sketching more stuff for the AU right before I got this ask so- I definitely can ramble more about it

This was supposed to be just a collection of a few hcs and now it’s a multi-pages word document the size of a fanfic so – Im really sorry.

I didn’t think a lot about their backstories tbh, though I have it in my mind that Luciano transition in his late teens and that he and martin either met after that or knew each other before luciano came out, lost all contact, and then met again after (and you can blame oxiosas fic for that yeah im not even subtle)

But I imagine them having some sort of meet cute and kinda progressing really fast in their relationship without realizing – yk, its just a fling, no big deal, yeah ive met his parents, yes I basically spend every weekend in his apartment, yeah I have a spare key now, ops I guess we’re adopting dogs and plants together- oh I think we’re married. Yeah. We’re married.

Ok but for real Luci does the proper proposal-with-a-ring-and-knelt-down-on-a-special-day thing and Martin is just bright red saying yes over and over again

It is Afonso (port) the first to be all WHERE ARE MY GRANDCHILDREN like… the night of their wedding.

They live in a house in a not too big city with two dogs, one cat, one parrot and all the birds that Luciano feeds and names that aren’t actually theirs. Still, they choose the house with two spare rooms because they always talked about having two kids.

In this AU they can buy a nice house and don’t have to worry about money and can raise kids like the world isn’t ending.

I think right after they got married they got in line for adoption. However, everything indicated that it would take a long long time so they started talking about the possibility of trying to have a biological kid. I think luci was the one to suggest it when he noticed martin had been thinking about it but not saying anything for a while.

Lots of boring doctor visits and confused doctors looking at luciano and trying to process it like the dumb cishets they are. Boring exams and all that, but everything is on track eventually, luci pauses his hrt and keeps his jockstrap on the drawer and they’re googling the best positions for fertility on those weird cishet sites and doing it like bunnies etc etc

Getting pregnant the natural way after years of testosterone is not the easiest thing in the world, so it takes a while. But eventually it works.

Both of them are kinda freaking out with this whole first pregnancy thing. Martin is the ultimate protective husband, and spends way too much time on the internet finding out what luciano can and can’t eat, what exercises he should do, and going to every single doctor visit. He’s very committed to it.

Luciano has to drink non-alcoholic beer and hates life. There’s a single teardrop shed every time he buys it. And drinks a lot of lemonade like it’s the same as caipirinha. Poor guy. Martin doesn’t help on that, life isn’t fair, he buys his own beer.

But he also has to drive absurd lengths to find the weirdest fruit or make the most hideous, blasphemous pizza toppings because Luciano is constantly craving absurd shit. But poor baby actually really NEEDS that chicken M&M pizza at 8am.

They’re super proud daddies though, and both their instagrams at this point are just baby belly pictures. Luci had top surgery on this au on my hc so also. Lots of shirtless pics. He looks like an old uncle with a beer belly and he’s PROUD. Just. Baby bellies all over.

Martin picks the entire baby layette. Because of course he does.

Their baby shower is a huge deal though. Their dads are there, Antonio brings an entire trunk filled with diapers and tells everyone how many tincho used to need when he was a baby, Afonso is cooking for everyone and talking about how he’s gonna be a grandfather (!!!). Iracema (pindorama) is scolding Luci about his bad habits while also quietly being a super proud grandma. Zola (angola) bought toys because she knows that’s what kids actually like, Samero (Mozão) keeps asking if they installed all the necessary security stuff in their house – we will, chill, we still have some months to go – Vera (Tomé) is teasing Simão (Timor) about him no longer being the family baby, Fatima (g.bissau) is another one who bought a huge amount of diapers, Rosinha (cabo verde) is taking pictures of everyone and everything, Sebas and Dani are discussing if the kid should speak Portuguese or Spanish, Maria brought a huge pink plushy as a gift, it’s quite a party.

Once they’re late in the pregnancy, Luciano mostly spends his time on Martin’s oversized t-shirts asking for foot rubs and not getting much sleep because the baby keeps moving. Martin on the other hand is a little nervous about being a dad, but absolutely loves feeling the little kicks and talking to the baby all the time, except when its 3am and he wants to sleep but Luci cant because of it so he just does his best to keep him company. He mostly ends up falling asleep on his chest though and doesn’t help much

I wrote all of this but I still don’t have a name for the girl lol Anyway, she’s finally born, and if martin was overprotective when Luciano was pregnant, he’s ten times more with his baby girl. Tbh theyre both kinda going crazy with this whole parenting thing, both are overprotective, tired, and have no idea what theyre doing.

Zola and Sebastian are the girl’s godparents. Sebastian isn’t very good with kids so when he takes care of his niece he either puts on a tv show and lets her eat whatever crap she wants, or relies on Daniel to do the actual taking care, since he is good with kids.

Luciano and Martin are very much neurotic first-timers and have all this schedule of what their girl can eat and when and when she has to sleep etc etc.

When Zola takes care of her, she just ignores it and does it her way. She helped raised Luci since he was a baby anyway, he survived just fine and even married and reproduced, she knows what to do better than both the dumbasses, and they never even find out.

Afonso on the other had follows everything when he’s with his granddaughter, determined to be a better grandfather than he was a father, and the baby loves him so he’s doing a good job.

They’re a very cute family yes yes

She grows up well and happy, a bit shy maybe but very smart and sweet, loves the dogs and her aunts and uncles and granddads (afonso more than antonio though)

By the way, Iracema is soft like butter with her granddaughter.

When she’s about four or five years old they start talking about having a second one, considering the age difference and all. So back to doctors, Luci stops the hrt again and they go back to trying, but again it’s not the easiest thing in the world to do it naturally after years of hrt.

But god listens to the prayers of such good catholic family, and right after they start thinking about a second child, they receive the news they will finally get to adopt a baby.

Luciano is the one to receive the news, he’s working at home when the social worker comes to tell him they can finally adopt. He’s extremely happy, he hugs the poor lady and is barely able to concentrate as she explains the paperwork that is left and the details of it because he can’t stop smiling.

He immediately texts martin saying something like “CALL ME RIGHT NOW WE NEED TO TALK” and it’s in happy caps but martin understands it wrong and thinks someone is dying or dead but then his phone is what dies so he gets home as fast as he can thinking all the worst scenarios just to find luciano jumping on him with a smile for ear to ear. It’s such a shock he takes a while to react but when he does you have two idiots so happy they can’t function.

It’s another girl, she has big brown eyes like her sister and it’s a few months old.

They quickly reassemble the crib and paint the second room to get everything ready in time to take her home, and the next week or so it’s nothing but all the family visiting to meet their new baby.

Since they managed to adopt, they decided to stop trying to have another kid. Luciano goes back to the doctor do some routine exams so that he can go back to testosterone and the doctor just awkwardly explains that, well, that won’t be exactly possible. Not for the next eight months, at least.

He’s quite shocked at that, and takes him a while to tell martin. They just got a new baby and do they even have space to raise three kids? Eventually it just escapes from him and martin is shocked as well, but ultimately both of them are just worried about their place being too small, and once they relax about that they can’t shut up about having another baby on the way to anyone.

Still, it’s not easy to manage, martin is just as worried as he was with their eldest, except that this time he’s simultaneously worried about their new baby and about Luci’s pregnancy. Poor dude needs a break asap. So he’s trying to do most of the work of caring for a little baby to spare luciano from the stress, while also taking care of him as well as he did the other time.

Luci is more chill about being pregnant, he’s done this before, he’s fine. He’s even a little too chill about it, as shown in the art, he still wants to carry their kid on his shoulder and having a few sips of martin’s beer is no big deal and honestly he’s fine, he can help with the baby, and Tincho just needs to relax and it will all be fine.

Again, poor tincho needs a break.

Some things don’t change though. Them being super proud daddies who do nothing but take pictures of their kids and Luci’s belly every chance they get. And they’re really happy and excited to have their house full and this big family.

Just a good cute family AU where nothing bad ever happens thank you very much. Yet it took me almost 2k words to say it. I have no self control and I’m very sorry. However, if anyone has their own hcs to add about this whole au, I will be more than happy to hear and talk about this AU even more than I’ve already done.

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vintagedolan · 4 years

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raleigh concept? maybe? ignore this if ur not feelin it haha but maybe g having to go outta town and y/n watching her or somethin overnight

(read everything raleigh here)

“And I laid out her pajamas, the dinosaur ones. She likes those, might help her sleep. Um, she’s been asking me to read Magic Treehouse every night, so she’ll probably be asking for that tonight, and if she gets fussy over food you can just give her those vegan chicken nuggets, she’ll always eat those. And then if-”

You took his face in your hands, waiting for him to take a breath and settle himself, stop rambling.

“Grayson. We’re gonna be fine. I can handle her, I promise.” You moved your hands down to his shoulders, squeezing, trying to get his muscles to relax even a fraction. Usually if he was going out of town Lisa would come in to watch Raleigh, or he’d just take her with him. But this time both those options had fallen through. It had been second nature to offer to watch her at the house for him.

“I know you can, I just get nervous. Don’t like being away from her,” he mumbled, chewing on the inside of his cheek like he always did when he was anxious. You knew there was nothing you could do to settle his mind, especially not with only five minutes before he had to leave. “Wish I could take you both with me.”

“I know, but you’ll be back before you even realize you’re gone. I’ll get your bag, go get some last minute cuddles in,” you leaned up on your tiptoes to kiss him, letting go and heading to his room to grab is orange Louis bag.

When you made it back into the living room he was on the floor, Raleigh handing him a plate of ‘food’, which from what you could see consisted of a plastic knife, banana and piece of watermelon from her toy kitchen.

“Ra, remember how Daddy told you that he was gonna have to take a little trip with Uncle E?”

She nodded at him, sensing the change in his tone.

“Well, it’s time for me to go now, but Y/N is gonna stay with you while I’m gone, okay?”

She didn’t like that answer.

“I come too. I be good on the plane,” she offered, and even your heart tightened a bit. It was true that Raleigh was an experienced traveler - she’d been on planes out to see Lisa since she was tiny. But Grayson was leaving for Wakeheart business out in Arizona, and there was no way he could keep her with him and get everything he needed to done.

“Not this time bubba. But I’ll be back tomorrow. Just one sleep.”

A car horn beeped outside, signaling Ethan’s arrival. Grayson didn’t care - he was too focused on the tears welling up in his baby girl’s eyes.

Knowing the tears were coming, you reached over and scooped Raleigh up, putting her on your hip.

“Okay, time for daddy to go! Group hug!” You kept your tone light in a bid to avoid a meltdown, and it seemed to work as Grayson wrapped his arms around both of you, kissing you first and then Raleigh before letting go and grabbing his bag. Ethan honked again, pushing him along.

“Wave bye, say ‘bye daddy!’“ You said, waving your hand so Raleigh would copy you. “Love you!”

“Love you all more, see you tomorrow!”

And with that he disappeared out the door, Raleigh’s little hand still waving.

Once he was gone, you opted for your typical meltdown avoidance tactic - keep them busy. So you launched into everything you had planned, from playing with her toys to finger painting, running around the backyard, even setting up the sprinkler for her to play in.

She was such a bubbly kid, always so excited to adventure and play that you were having just as much fun as she was, taking videos to send to Grayson of her squealing in the water or painting rocks, knowing it would ease his mind. There was never a lull, never a dull moment for the whole afternoon into the evening.

Dinner went without incident - you made the ‘chicken’ nuggets anyways just cause you wanted them too and she ate them happily, dancing around in her chair to the music you were playing. The only hiccup came around bed time, when she was curled up in her pajamas, post story, a pout on her face as she looked up at you.

“I want daddy.”

“I know, I miss him too. He’ll be here tomorrow though, and you can have all the snuggles. Does that sound good?”

She wasn’t very excited about the ‘tomorrow’ part of that, but it was enough to keep her from crying.

“We watch daddy’s videos? With grandma, and the garden?”

“Um... hang on just a second.” You pulled out your phone, hoping Grayson was where he could answer.

hey, Ra wanted to watch the video of you all surprising your mom with the garden, are you cool with that?

He was very particular about what he let her watch, and even though she was much too young to understand any of the dirty jokes or bleeps, you didn’t wanna overstep. The dots popped up almost immediately after it delivered.

yeah thats chill

"Okay, let’s go to daddy’s room so we can put it on the TV in there.” You helped her climb off the bed, following her down the hall to Grayson’s room, picking her up and putting her up by the pillows. It took a minute to pull it up, but as soon as Ethan appeared on the screen she lit up, so excited to see her uncle. You pulled out your phone again, seeing the message you’d missed from Gray.

wait did she ask to watch it?

yeah! she misses you big time, you typed, pulling up your camera so you could get a video of her. You watched on the screen as Ethan moved through Lisa’s house, into the laundry room to find Grayson.

“Daddy! Dats daddy!” She squealed, clapping her hands together in excitement. “I miss him,” she sighed at the end, eyes still intent on the screen. You stopped the video, sending it to Grayson. He responded a few minutes later.

oh my GOD

I’m actually mush right now that was the cutest shit i’ve ever fucking seen

I miss you guys so much

You laughed, curling up against the pillows and relaxing so you could watch the video. Raleigh’s reactions made it so much better, her imitating her dad imitating the rabid animal in the bushes being the highlight.

By the end she was curled up against you, eyelids dropping at the sound of her dad’s voice on the screen. You didn’t have the heart to move her, so you ended up having a little sleepover in Grayson’s room instead, perfectly content.

Grayson had scheduled the first flight he could the following day, which meant he could make it back to his girls around 8am. He couldn’t get the door open fast enough.

“Hellooooo,” he called out, waiting.

“DADDY!” Raleigh yelled, jumping out of her chair and heading straight for his voice. He dropped his bags and crouched down, arms open and smile blinding. You knew he was strong enough to not budge an inch when she barreled into him, but he let himself fall backwards anyways, her giggling away as she landed on his chest and wrapped her arms around him.

“Hi baby girl, I missed you so much. Did you have fun?”

“Yeah!”

Grayson looked up, eyes searching for you, softening when he saw you leaned up against the wall watching the two of them. He sat up, put Raleigh on her feet and headed over to you, pulling you in by the hips so he could kiss you. Even in just the 24 hours you’d missed his touch so much that you melted into him, sighing, glad to have him back with you.

“How’s my other baby, hmm?”

“So good, especially cause you’re back. We missed you.”

“I missed you guys too. Have you eaten yet?”

“Okay, don’t get mad, but I might have promised her french toast this morning, and you know I burn it every time.” You offered him a sheepish smile that had him kissing you again before he headed into the kitchen, more than happy to cook for his girls.

#c:raleigh #g:blurb #blurb #anon #ask #my heart is ~mush~

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redheadedpineapple · 3 years

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Eijiro Kirishima x Reader | Lock

Day 1: Lock Soulmate!AU Eijiro Kirishima

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Three years, 8 months, 24 days. That’s how long the heart shaped locket sat in the same red velvet box it came in, trapped away somewhere under your bed and long forgotten. Pushing yourself forward with your toes as you crawl beneath your bed, you fish the little thing from the far corner.

Dust, fuzz, cat hair, and lint stuck to the box, and you wipe it brashly off with your shirt. The box opens with a low pitched click. Bronze-gold stares up at you, taunting you with its stupid keyhole. A mini portal that could potentially offer a million possibilities yet limited you to a single path.

You peel the locket out of its case, turning the piece in your hand. Pushing your teeth into your bottom lip, you clutch the jewelry and stand, dusting off your clothing. It’s nearing 8am, and you’ve got to go.

Little tinks of the chain tutting against itself sing from inside your skirt pocket as you bounce down the road with your backpack slung over a shoulder.

“Ei-ji-rou!” you draw out, jumping on the redhead’s back. “Are you excited?”

Sharp teeth reveal themselves in his pulled grin. “Of course! I can’t wait to train and work hard to kick some villain ass!”

Nothing short of what you expect. “Hell yeah!” You laugh, backing off and returning your feet to the sturdy ground. While you want to ask him right then and there, you force yourself to wait. Supposing another half day isn’t much compared to the past four years, you patiently crawl through the day. Even the quirk test threatening expulsion isn’t exhilarating enough for the day to pass any faster.

But the moment you get on your walk back home with the boy, time suddenly flashes by, and before you realise it, you’re stopped in front of his house. You’re going to run out of time if you don’t make some.

“Ice cream!” you blurt out. Eijiro tilts his head. “Get some ice cream with me?” you request.

He blinks and nods. “Yeah, sure! Let’s do it!”

And so you do. It’s not a far walk, but it’s enough to build up the courage. It’s so much easier planning on doing it than asking, because when you look in his questioning eyes when you stop in your tracks, your heart beats impossibly fast and your mind clears.

Tongue refusing to work and hands refusing to remain still, you pull out the locket against your own will, screaming internally to stop, because even after all this time, you’re not ready, and there are too many what if’s, and---

“Really? Man, you have no clue how happy I am for you to offer. I’ve been thinking the same thing, you know,” he rambles, smiling like a fool and digging through his backpack to find his keychain. “I know it’s probably not super manly of me to make you ask, but I know how you usually feel about this whole love stuff, so…”

The soft ticking of the key entering and turning with ease shuts him up real fast and only fuels his ranting at the same time. “Oh my god I knew it, I was just worried for so long, and I was gonna ask when I dyed my hair but you were going through a hard time anyway and I---”

Your lips on his shut him up even faster and kept him that way, smiling into the kiss as he closed his eyes.

And when you pull away and open your eyes, he’s staring at you with a mix of awe and relief making themselves evident in his flushed smile and wavering eyes.

“So do I say I love you now?”

You giggle. “I think it is. So is this when I say I love you more?”

“I don’t think that’ll ever happen, so there’s never a time,” he responds, booping your nose.

You roll your eyes and take his hand in yours, dragging him to your house to watch movies all night and ignore any responsibility you might have to get good sleep for school the next day. Just for once.

#eijiro kirishima #fluff #kirishima x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #mha x reader

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cakelikeowen · 3 years

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*feel free to ignore this, I'm rambling

Sooooooooo I'm currently, but not seriously, looking at programs online for teaching abroad- and it's becoming incredibly tempting. I finish my MA (did I ever tell you guys I'm getting my masters degree? I forget) either late this year or the start of 2022, and I'm just in desperate need of any sort of change, to the point that I had a breakdown over the curtains in my room being too fucking long.

ANYway, teaching abroad- It's something I've considered before, specifically Japan or the US, partially for the experience, partially for the travel. Also, as strange as it might seem, and I totally don't believe in psychic powers or Zodiac signs or anything like that, but I've always had this sort of vision of me never settling down until I move away and have a sort of fresh start, and that I won't find 'love', in whatever form that comes, until I move away... So, yeah. I'm just doing a lot of thinking tonight- it's 1:15am here and I've been up since 8am, so I'm that point of tiredness where I don't really know what I'm doing, let alone typing

#mine #delete later #maybe?#idk

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stuckonjbbarnes · 4 years

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Only For a Minute {EPILOGUE}

This is for everyone that wanted a “Happier” ending.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Nothing to see here

Word Count: 1290

A/N: I wrote a few sentences and then I couldn’t stop. I’m not sorry about it. Enjoy :)

~~~~~~~~~~~~2 years later-ish~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"OH MY GOD! Erik?!" You spot him a little ways away, turning from your tour group. They're all looking at the ruined statues anyway.

"Hello Miss Y/L/N." He gives you a mega-watt grin, wrapping you in a friendly if not lingering hug.

"You know you can call me Y/N. My last name is so stuffy." You pull back, smoothing the hem of your shirt. "What are you doing here?"

"A little bird told me it was your last day of the residency! I figured the least I could do, would be to stop by and offer to take you to lunch."

"Oh that's so sweet of you! I have to finish this tour first but afterwards I can totally take my lunch break." You gesture to the group now flocking you, waiting for more history quips.

"Yeah, absolutely. Mind if I?" He gestures to the group and falls to the back, listening to the rest of the tour.

You ramble off the memorized script adding in some jokes. I could've been a goddess. Before long the group has dispersed and you're left with Dr. Thorne. Heading by the reception area, you check out for lunch and make your way back into the city. You lead the way to your favorite restaurant, smelling the food from a block away.

"It seems like the two years here really did you some good." Erik smiles at you, as the waiter leaves to get your drinks. "You look livelier than I've ever seen you."

"Well you did teach a lot of 8AMS." You joke, glancing over the menu. "Athens is exactly what I needed. These are some of the friendliest and most caring people, I've ever come across. The city took me in as if I was one of its own and not a tourist."

"Ahhh, the magic of Greece." He agrees before attempting to order in Greek.

The server asks if you're having your usual and you give a quick nod. You can't help but to wonder why Erik is really here. There's no new events happening at the museum and it's a little hard to believe he'd come visit just to buy you lunch before you go back to the States. Hell, he could've bought you lunch, in the States.

"You look gorgeous, Y/N." Oh...that's uncomfortable. You freeze a little, taking a gulp of water.

"What?"

"I've always wondered what it'd be like to wine and dine you." You're gonna puke.

This guy is more than ten years older than you and is not your type. You laugh nervously and attempt to make an exit strategy. You feign having to use the restroom and make your way towards the server station in the back. Your server spots you and asks politely what's wrong. Without a second thought you ask to have your meal wrapped up and delivered to the museum. You pay for what you ordered and slip into the bathroom, steadying yourself at the sink.

"OH GOD." You splash some water on your face and take out your phone. Luckily the museum director actually needed you back. You're a terrible liar, even now.

"Sorry to cut this short but I have to get back...the Acropolis needs me." You explain as soon as you get back to the table. "I hope you enjoy the food! This place is the best. Have a safe flight back!"

You don't wait for a response as you practically sprint back to the museum. That was the last thing you had expected or wanted to happen. Luckily, the museum was short on staff and you were needed on a few more tours. Ignoring the garbling in your stomach, you put on a happy smile and begin pointing out the excavated sitting under the museum. In the back of your mind, you wondered if Thorne would dare to come back.

At the end of the second tour, you head to the service desk just as your food arrives. The director thanks you again for taking a later lunch and you assure her its no problem. You're about to go outside for a picnic when you see something. Not something...someone. His hair had grown out to around his shoulders.

But you would recognize Bucky Barnes even if he were wearing a wig. Repositioning the to go containers, you stand just behind him. He's looking out the large windows and up to the Pantheon. You realize he has no idea you're behind him and is laser focused on the Acropolis.

"They say Athena herself, came down and blessed the Acropolis." You try to keep your tone even, doing your best 'I'm-a-tour-guide' voice. He jumps a little and turns, his blue eyes pierce into your soul. Dammit he looks amazing.

"Y/N.." A small smile lights up his face.

"Hi Bucky." You return the smile and stand with him in silence for bit. "Are you hungry?"

He tenses and you can see him trying to work something out in his head. You never finish your food and you figured you might as well catch up. He finally nods and the two of you walk out of the museum and up the hill. You flash your pass at the ticket attendants and the two of you continue up. Restoration had stopped for the winter and you shoot Bucky a look. Daring him to go inside the Pantheon.

"We'll get in trouble." Is his only response.

"That's what the last day is for Barnes." You smile and grab his hand, pulling him inside the ruins, away from prying eyes.

In the cool dirt, you set out the containers and the rich smells of the food hit you. Bucky sits down nearly across from you and the two of you start eating. It's nearly silent, aside from the people milling around to look at the ancient buildings.

"You were right Y/N." Bucky finally speaks, hardly more than a whisper. "We needed time apart. I learned a lot about myself and how I treated you. I'm so sorry."

"I'm sorry too. Living in another country really opens your eyes Buck." The two of you share what you'd been doing for the last couple of years; taking breaks only to eat more.

"I really missed you." He says, helping you clean up the containers. "You look amazing. So much happier than when you left. You've got this glow...like nothing can bring you down. You look genuinely at peace."

"I am and I missed you too." You smile, watching his face carefully. "You don't look so bad yourself. More muscles, longer hair, laugh lines by your eyes. Are you happier Bucky?"

"I'm getting there, more and more, every day." He helps you out of the dirt, both of your brushing off and slipping back out of the Pantheon, into the crowd. You notice the weight of his arm over your shoulder but make no move to push him off.

"I'm glad."

Bucky walks you back to the museum, throwing out your trash. Then suddenly he takes both of your hands and pulls you a little bit closer to him.

"Y/N, I know we've been a part for a while. But I never stopped loving you. I want to wake up to your face everyday. I want to watch the sun rise and set with you. You're strong and brave and confident. You're the only person for me and when you get back to Brooklyn–"

"Don't you dare propose to me!" You cut him off, pulling your hands away. What he told you 2 years ago is replaying in your head, I'm gonna marry you. "I'm not ready for marriage, Bucky."

"Marry you?" He scoffs and your heart drops a little. "Y/n, I'm just trying to date you."

~~~~~~ THE END~~~~~

OFAM taglist: @sunstarskyhappiness @stibbsx

Permanent taglist: @mermaidxatxheart

#buckysknifecollectionchallenge #buckybarnes #bucky x reader

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thiamislove-thiamislife · 6 years

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My plan failed. I tried to be sneaky. I sent you an ask a few days ago, but you did not answer it. I claimed to be new to the fandom, but I lied. I am not new to the fandom, in fact, I am your Thiam secret santa mwahahaha! Anyways, I was wondering if you had any favorite Thiam moments from the show and why? Also, if you had any Thiam headcanons that you wish were a reality?

Don’t worry anon, you’re plan didn’t fail, I did. I promise I wasn’t ignoring your ask(always feel free to ask, I’ll always respond, even if it might take a minute or err.. . fortnight)!! My Wednesday-Friday this past week were crazy busy, and I really wanted to give a proper reply, especially to a potentially new Thiam fan (which turned out to be a mult-page essay/Thiam101 Syllabus, so there’s that from which you will now be spared), so I was planning on getting to everything Saturday/today (your plan almost worked!). I’m super excited for the secret santa, so lets begin!

Thiam was a ship that took me completely by surprise. I suspect when I do a re-watch I’ll probably pick-up on some more subtle clues before, but that scene in 6a when Liam and Theo are in the police car and they finally find the right key to start the car and Liam just smiles excitedly and shouts to Theo “go go go!”, that was when (for me at least) I first saw that they were more than just allies of convenience; and in that moment seemed like two normal best friends. The actual fight scene in the hospital with the Ghost Riders (and the almost fist-bump) was when I thought “there’s no way they’re not friends”. Then the first elevator scene. Wow. I was having a discussion with a friend recently about who had the best character arc/underwent the biggest change throughout the series, and I still stand by Theo. That’s not to say there aren’t other close seconds (Lydia for one, among others), but maybe I’m just a sucker for redemption arcs. Especially when you look at the Dread Doctors quote about “True evil only comes from corrupting something truly good”. It was as if in that moment before shoving Liam into the elevator, Theo realized that even if Liam didn’t believe it yet, there was a good part of Theo, or at least a human/dash of empathy (however faint), and that Liam was the only one anchoring/keeping that part of him alive. Even if Theo didn’t make it out alive, saving Liam was also saving himself (hopefully that makes sense).

Pretty much every Thiam scene in 6B was fantastic, but I especially loved the zoo/truck ride home scene, and the final elevator scene (even if it wasn’t Liam’s pain that Theo took). It was wonderful because not only did it show how much Theo had changed, but that he was Liam’s anchor as well. I think I used a line about this in one of my fics/shorts, but what I think one of the things that Liam appreciates so much about Theo is that he treats him as an equal. They fight as equals (see perfectly choreographed hospital fight scene), but it’s more than that. They balance each other out so perfectly. Theo isn’t good for/by himself anymore than Liam is, but together they are able to bring out the best in the other and help calm/control their worst tendencies. I think that’s what I like so much about the ship, how they are so complimentary to each other.

Maybe I’m reading too much into it (such are my early morning thoughts; about 8am when I started this), but I think perhaps at some point, many of us have been able to relate in one way or another to Theo and also Liam. Liam is like the innocence of childhood, a cuddly puppy, bright eyed, full of optimism, and maybe a bit too eager to leap before looking where they’re going. Theo on the other hand is more like what happens if we let adulthood (the little I sitting here in my early 20′s know of it) make us jaded; that we may tell ourselves that it’s easier to be skeptical of others and “look out for #1″ and label it realism, when really we’re just trying to cope with emotional pain (as Theo says, “Real pain is emotional pain. That is the kind of pain that lasts”). Thiam then, for me at least, is a reminder that it is never too late to try to make things better, to try to be a better person; and that we should never let others rob us of our empathy, our capacity for compassion, regardless of how they may have hurt us. Thiam is also a reminder that while we should try to be our own anchor, we shouldn’t be afraid to be an anchor for others. Wow that got more deep/philosophical than I anticipated (sorry for the text wall/ramble, just trying to detail what I like about the ship I guess).

Pretty much all of the fanfics in the “Classics” post are amazing. I’m trying to remember what the first Thiam fic I ever read was, I think it might have been PHAS, that or the one where Theo has an apartment and Liam crashes at his place and Peter tries to get Theo to kill Liam. Really the only fics I haven’t been such a fan of are the ones where one of the boys dies. There was one I read on here where Liam died in Theo’s arms, and Theo just tore into the hunters that did it. It was well written, but it was just sooo sad! Tears were shed.

There are also so many great headcanons out there! The one I saw where Theo had a twin brother (Mike from PLL) was pretty amusing. I kind of really like the whole “reluctant/accidental boyfriends” theme I’ve seen in a few fics, leading to a slow burn realization where they end up actually having feelings for one another. I think I like Airplanes so much because it feels almost like canon; like I could totally see Liam just wanting to get a break, do something normal for a bit, and of course Theo would be the only one reckless/secretly caring enough to do it with him. Anchors and Ignite are probably my two other main serial fics I’m reading at the moment (among others). I try not to get into too many crossover type of headcanons, but I had a thought in the shower this morning (way too many of my prompts come from the shower for some reason) about how well Damon Salvatore (from TVD) and Theo would get along, and how Liam wouldn’t be super happy, but would probably get dragged along into crazy misadventures with them. I had this thought the other night heading home (Mr.Brightside came on), where Liam basically just used Theo over the summer before he left for college, but then Theo ends up getting a job bartending at the club near the campus Liam goes to, and he sees Liam and Hayden in there one night; Liam slowly starts to feel bad, seeing the looks of pain in Theo’s eyes, and realizes eventually his true love was Theo the whole time (culminating in an epic kiss in the rain). I’ve got an outline on that one, but that’s as far as I’ve made it because it’s sad, and I’ve also got a Thanksgiving one I’m working on plus my prom idea, and also Secret Santa (so much writing!). I’d kind of like to see a really positive coming out fic of Liam and his parents, and of Theo getting introduced. Ah, so many fic ideas! Always love domestic fluffly Thiam (and I’ll concede to not minding steamy Thiam either). Also Thiam raising little Leo is always too adorable. Also Theo showing up to Liam’s lacrosse games and just generally being a supportive loving boyfriend are always good.

I’m sorry this was so long, I hoped it helped (please don’t hesitate to reply/ask anything else!). I just really love this ship, it’s inspirational, and for lack of a better description just finds new ways to make my heart feel happy. The Thiam fandom on here has been absolutely amazing, so glad we’re all a part of it!

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