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arthur-r · 2 years

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this post hereby marks maggie rodriguez’s legal name being changed to mariposa!! it’s the name he chose when he transitioned (something something metamorphosis blah blah blah migration shhhhh flight). the rest of what i had to say here wasn’t important

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changing mars/maggie’s full name to mariposa because i want to. like it was kind of implied that his full name was margarita or maybe possibly margaret or marguerite like. one of those names. but it’s not a dead name and maggie would not name himself margarita or margaret like marguerite is possible maybe i guess like if it were me there’s definitely a possibility that i could have named myself that if i was transitioning with more knowledge of like. presentation doesn’t have to equal identity and all that? so yeah maggie could’ve named himself marguerite maybe but that would imply that he’s as invested in french as i am and i think he’s a lot more of a polyglot like he definitely speaks french and spanish and arabic (one of the things true of him that aren’t true of me. i only speak french and kinda sorta spanish) if not more languages, so i don’t think the french name would at all make sense to be the one that prevails. anyway margarita is the name of too many of my extended family and also i ashamedly must say mostly just reminds me of alcohol. so none of the marg names were working and in conclusion mariposa is a pretty rad name. and one of my way-back-when original oc’s was named mariposa vasquez so it even has a personal background for me. and real arthur-r fans know that maggie is a transmutation of my old character freddie rodriguez so taking another of my old characters names is not a surprising idea. and in conclusion now there gets to be butterfly imagery too and isn’t that great? im thinking monarchs.

#other things about mars that i might have mentioned or i might’ve forgot include that he never left maryland his whole story happens there #depending on how my life goes i might send him out to nebraska for college but at least his whole childhood is spent out there #but no i think i goes to the university of maryland how i would be trying to if i could get in state tuition #(said as if im academically good enough to go to umd but like. maggie is very smart okay)#anyway mars is the name he goes by mariposa is the name he legally changed it to and maggie is a very exclusive nickname i think #it’s just that me and maggie are besties so i’m allowed to. shdhdf. the point is he doesn’t introduce himself as maggie or even mariposa #but if someone were to care enough to ask and also just professionally. mariposa would be his answer #or like on news reports and such. so just. keep that in mind shdhdf #anyway this is a classic arthur ramble and not meant to be content im just talking shdhdf #and yeah he lives in maryland and interns at some sort of historical center i haven’t decided where exactly yet #honestly it could be the friggin library of congress this guy is living within an hour of the nations capital #anyway hi i started drafting this like as soon as i woke up and now im soon to leave home. so i should probably post it #sooner rather than later. anyway song recommendation cause it’s playing right now: drink by the happy fits. or anything off awfully apeelin #and i hope everybody is doing okay #me. my post. mine.#delete later #or abridge later

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prettyrickyreid · 7 years

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Heaven in Hiding || Spencer Reid x Luke Alvez {PT. 1}

“I can tell you mean it ‘cause you’re shaking.”

Summary of Imagine: Luke gets drunk at Spencer’s party and becomes dependent on Reid, in which things end up going in the complete opposite direction they both expect it to.

Warnings: None in this scene except some swearing!

Length: Long, 1,507 words

A/N: Inspired by the song Heaven in Hiding by Halsey! (I really wanna do a whole Halsey series tbh) I really hope you guys like it and forgive me if this is choppy - I’m so used to my old fanfics where they were always heterosexual relations so I haven’t really worked with same gender relations! (I’m 100% supportive of every relationship though no matter what!) Enjoy! ALSO: FOR THE SECOND PART I WOULD LOVE IF WE COULD GET 50+ NOTES SO I COULD WRITE IT :) (just seeing the interest!) Thank you and I love feedback!!

@reidoneshots / @ssajenniferjareau (for the ship recommendation!) @twelveyearoldchildprodigy @reidbyers @bookofreid @dontshootmespence

It was Spencer’s 30th birthday, and JJ had surprised him with well, a surprise party that had been casually thrown together in a last minute attempt to make the birthday boy feel special, instead of sitting alone on his birthday snuggled up with a book and a cheap cupcake from Costco.

Everyone managed to stay sober except for Luke and Emily. Those two went at it with the alcohol Emily provided, and no one stopped them. They both threw in their responsibilities considering both Sergio and Roxy were at the kennel for an overnight visit, so with the parental needs out of the way, they were intoxicated to no end, but those two were having fun, so the team just let them go.

As the chaotic shouts of the night slowly faded into the desired rest of morning and the team was yawning more than laughing, Spencer decided to call it quits on the bash that had now become well... a crash. Emily and Luke were both giggling, but eventually fell asleep on Spencer’s tainted corduroy sofa adorned with coffee stains.

JJ agreed to escort Emily home, considering both of their residences were in close proximity to one another, and an hour ago she was itching to get home to see her child and Will.

Everyone else left except for Luke who refused, promptly hissing at Emily and JJ as they walked out. Emily proceeded to laugh, squirt Luke with a plant spray, and tell him that “momma is gonna punish you”, implying that Emily was so drunk she thought Luke was her cat Sergio.

It was just Luke and Reid now, and although Spencer was buzzed, he was still sober enough to know Luke wasn’t completely okay, but it had been a few hours since he had a shot so he figured the tipsy man should recover quickly.

“Do you wanna just pass out here? It’s like 3am and I don’t want you driving home.” Spencer asked, but it seemed as if he was talking to a four year old.

Without hesitation, Luke abruptly nodded, still dazing in and out of a lucid dream he had been having about someone, considering Spencer could hear all of the not so appropriate things he was mumbling as he had been rolling around on the couch.

Spencer sat down on the couch next to Luke, his curls sprawled out in every direction refusing to become tame. He eventually aided Luke to clean up a bit and gave him a drink of water, the drunk now in Spencer’s arms because after seeming stable, his feet were now “incapable of working” and decided it would be better to use Spencer as his stability.

Luke went back into the deepest sleep of his life, and Spencer placed him down gently on the used couch, carelessly throwing a blanket over the now fetal positioned man snoring obnoxiously.

Leaving Luke to rest, Spencer decided to get changed into an old tee shirt - one that said “If you were an enzyme, I would be a DNA helicase so I could unzip your genes”. This cheesy and slightly inappropriate shirt he only wore to bed because it was too improper for work, but secretly, it was his favorite shirt. He threw on some flannel pajama pants to match (of course they matched - he may have been lazy but he was never caught badly dressed) and went to the kitchen table to read one of his favorite books - Jane Eyre. The music was still softly playing in the background from that night, ranging from Adele (Garcia’s choice) to Big Sean (Morgan’s choice). He didn’t mind it that much, so he dove in to the book and began to feel lost in it, ignoring the prominent snores coming from the recovering drunk in the background.

Spencer had been reading for about an hour, but his mind couldn’t fathom the plot line of the book, but rather his focus was on Luke - the one across the room from him on the couch. To be honest, when Luke had first started out at the BAU, Spencer had felt sort of a holy-shit-he’s-hot moment, but quickly brushed it off because at that time, there was no room for feelings. He didn’t want to feel anything since Maeve had passed, so he quickly dismissed these strange feelings for depression and loneliness. This hadn’t been the first time too that he’d wanted to pursue someone of the same sex, to be honest Derek was the first, but Spencer quickly got over that urge and was confident this would be the same way. That’s what he told himself anyway. Just a phase.

Yet, he couldn’t help himself from looking back at Luke, admiring him in such a way he would adore a lover.

Quickly Luke’s eyes opened to meet Spencer’s, but instead of addressing the matter of the odd glance, the boy dove back into his classic literature filled with religion, romance and tragedy. In an attempt to act normal, Spencer pushed up his glasses and nonchalantly flipped a page, licking his finger to do so in the process, the light trace of saliva wetting the used page.

Luke had been staring too. As soon as Spencer had focused in on his book after locking eyes with his, the man held his glance, marveling at how focused he was, how simply astounding he was to just look at. Now Luke had been a lady’s man, but what no one knew and what he refused to reveal was the fact he had also had his share of closeted relationships with men as well, but they had never ended well so he stuck to women, even if by women he meant his dog Roxy.

Eventually Luke stumbled up from the cozy couch, shuffling mindlessly into the kitchen for another glass of water to subside his raging headache. He was still semi-hungover, but now lucid. Of course Spencer had one of those weird fridges that take 3,000 times to figure out how to get the water out of the spout, so the first time Luke attempted to retain some liquid, he accidentally spilled water all over the floor.

“Dammit.” He cursed, grabbing the stray towel that had draped over the oven - the one Spencer refuses to use.

The boy at the kitchen table directed his scattered attention from the book to the hungover man cussing on the floor, failing miserably to clean up water from the old tile.

Spencer slowly rose from his reading and grabbed another old towel from the laundry room, trying to help Luke clean up the mess he had produced seconds earlier.

They eventually got it cleaned up, the resounding silence unsettling the both of them, because the closer they got, the more scared they each became of what was inevitable.

Ultimately, Luke sooner or later got his ice water, but they could now both feel the tension in between them, even if they were still numerous feet away. In an attempt to break the unsettling feeling amongst the two, Luke hopped up on Spencer’s counter and grabbed an apple from the basket beside him, biting into the juicy center, making a louder crunch than he intended to. Out of nowhere, Spencer started to laugh, one technique he often used when he got nervous.

Way Down We Go by Kaleo was playing in the background, a tune Spencer actually loved. As if almost on cue, Luke’s words spill out of his mouth, shattering the conversation silence they had both held since he woke up.

“Hell, I love this song.”

“Me... me too.” Spencer stutters, revealing a small smile and lightly tapping on his glasses, another trick he uses for anxiety and awkward situations. He was the epitome of awkward situations. It’s probably why he couldn’t date anyone.

“You like music?” Luke questions as he raises his eyebrows and jumps off the counter, searching for something to eat in the fridge.

Spencer tugs on some of his hair and clears his throat. “Love it.”

Failing to find anything admirable in the fridge (well - Spencer was admirable, but he wasn’t in the fridge) Luke closed the door softly and starts to hum the current song.

In an attempt to gather more space between the two and clear the awkward tensions, Spencer slowly paced back to the place where Luke just was, his back against the cool surface of the porcelain counter.

Avoiding eye contact, Spencer stared down at his mixed match socks - one was gray with pink polka dots, the other a paisley blue pattern - and took a deep sigh. It had been a long night. Luke seemed to ignore the gestures even as the place stayed silent.

Spencer could feel it. He didn’t want to, but he just knew this was going to go someplace he hadn’t been before and he wasn’t sure he was ready for it, but Luke looked so good with his small smile and natural build that left him speechless.

Luke could feel that something was going to change tonight. He had never been as close to anyone as he was to Spencer right now, but he chose to ignore that and focus on the boy with the sad smile standing in front of him - from his dimples to the curls that covered half of his delicate face.

Just as Luke was about to say something the both of them were thinking, Spencer finally opens his mouth to talk, hesitation but determination clear in his shaky voice.

He moves a step closer, and sighs.

“Fuck it.”

A/N: ahH cliFFhaNgEr oH ShIT! IF YOU WANT MORE, I WOULD LOVE IF THIS COULD GET 50+ NOTES? I never do this, but I just want to see the interest in it as I am still a newer account! Thank you so much for the love so far, and I hope you enjoyed! Remember: my ask and messages are always open!

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