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OK BUT DIDNT THE DUFFERS SAY WE’RE GOING BACK TO SEASON 1 DYNAMICS IN S5 SO WHAT IF VECNA KIDNAPS WILL AND WE LEARN THAT THAT WAS WHAT ORIGINALLY HAPPENED AND WILL AND EL MANAGE TO KILL HIM AND THEN AT THE END OF THE SEASON INSTEAD OF JOYCE AND JONATHAN ITS JOYCE JONATHAN EL AND HOPPER AT HIS BEDSIDE AND INSTEAD OF SHOVING THE PARTY ASIDE SO HE CAN HUG WILL FIRST MIKE SHOVES THEM ASIDE AND KISSES HIM ANDANDAND
#stranger things#byler#stranger things brainrot#st5 theory#do i think this will happen?#absolutely not#tho i would love a byler hospital hug#like in s1 where mike puts his head on wills chest#but this time we can see wills little special hug he always does#where he just clutches at the huggers back#and mikes just like ‘i’m never letting you out of my sight again’#will byers#mike wheeler#mack makes shit up
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Trying Again | TW00
Pairing: Toto Wolff x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of miscarriage, insinuation of sex
Prompt: Reader was distressed after meeting a friend’s newborn baby due to past trauma. Soft Toto steps in to take care of the reader.
“Y/N” You could hear Toto’s voice even before he entered your shared bedroom.
Getting hold of his happiness he finally informed you about Laura giving birth to a healthy baby girl. Laura, one of Mercedes’s top executive, was also a close family friend of yours.
You could totally relate to his over-excitement because you were elated too.
You both made it to the hospital as soon as you could with happiness gleaming off your faces. You weren’t sure what you were more happy about, a little angel becoming a part of the family or you finding a sweet thing to spoil and shower all your love upon.
“Congratulations” you said or rather sung, hugging the new mother and releasing as soon as you heard the muffled words, “Thank you, y/n” which made you realise that the excitement got the better of you.
“I’m sorry. I’m just a big hugger” You move away and explain with an apologetic tone with her just laughing it off.
You were about to throw in inquiries about her health when a pair of large hands clutched onto your wrist dragging you away.
“Omg, y/n just look at her. Isn’t she the cutest little thing ever.” Toto whispered, his face resembling the joy of a ten year old seeing a candy bar. Your better-half looked so cute that you almost had to force yourself to look at the fragile thing lying in the crib with eyes open wide, looking with astonishment.
The moment you looked at her, you fell in love. You’ve seen new born babies before but why did this feel so different? The day you heard about their pregnancy something inside you changed and you didn’t know why.
And this was all you could think about on your way back from the hospital but somewhere deep down you knew why you were feeling the way you did. The flashbacks were more than enough to tug at your heart.
“Hey, what’s up?” Toto spoke up breaking the lingering silence in the car. Your eyes met with his for a brief moment before he diverted his attention back towards the road.
Taking advantage of the moment, you turned your head to look out the window – choosing not to answer. The blanket of silence once again engulfed with none of you uttering a word for the rest of the journey.
It had been at the very beginning of your marriage that Toto had accidentally knocked you up. And before you could figure out your exact feeling for the unborn, it had slipped through your hands - result of an unfortunate miscarriage.
The loss had obviously left a hole in your chest. But like every situation where you’ve been pushed against the wall and you’ve bitten back, you acted the same then too.
Like a supportive partner Toto had asked you about your feelings, probably to share the loss you both had suffered, but you played unfair and shrugged the matter rather harshly and he never brought it up again. And now in this moment sitting beside him, you didn’t know how to communicate your feelings to him, you didn’t know how to ask for the chance to lean on his shoulders, you didn’t know how to ask him to hold you when you were falling so hard.
Once you both were back in your shared bedroom you gave the excuse of washing off the hospital smell and escaped to the bathroom. However, the shower failed to bring any warmth to your freezing heart.
You got out of the shower and slumped to the floor. You body just gave up with the sorrow weighing you down. And at that moment you heard the door to your ensuite open and saw a worried Toto standing by the door.
He leaped towards you as soon as his gaze fell on your crying structure muttering “Jesus, y/n”.
“Are you alright?” He said crouching down beside you. And those words were enough to break your composure. You started sobbing uncontrollably.
You vaguely registered being pulled onto his lap between repeating I’m sorries. You didn’t know what you were sorry for more; for the loss of your unborn child, for not allowing him to comfort you; for not comforting him? So you just tucked your face in the crook of his neck and let his large arms engulf you.
After what felt like an eternity and your sobbing reduced to hiccups, you pushed back from the nook you were hiding in. He held your face between his hand and said “There nothing to be sorry about my love.”
“I should be apologizing for not taking into account that you might still be hurting. I thought you were over it. I shouldn’t have taken you to the hospital today.”
And suddenly you were aware of the situation you were in; ugly crying on you husband’s lap. You tried to get up but his strong hands forbade you.
“Talk to me baby” Toto said, concern etched in his voice. You hards started awkwardly playing the collar of his white shirt which now carried the evidence of your breakdown.
“I want to try again Toto” The words slipped through your lips but he didn’t say anything.
After a moment you looked up and realized he didn’t have to because his eyes, the warmth and love for you in them did all the talking. He leaned down and pressed the gentlest of kisses on your lips.
Between those soft kisses he got up with you in his arms and proceeded towards the shower.
“I already showered Toto”, you said voicing your confusion.
“Oh, we’re not showering, baby!" The smirk on his lips clearly conveyed what he had in mind.
#toto wolff#toto wolff x reader#toto wolff x you#f1 x reader#f1 x y/n#toto wolff x y/n#toto wolff imagine#f1 imagine#formula 1 x y/n#formula 1 x reader#formula 1 x you#formula 1 imagine
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Hi author-nim! I really liked your previous fic with Jungwon, the one where he was about to go out having love marks all over his neck. I liked how fluffy and calm it was and I was wondering if maybe u could write this situation I had in my mind ^^ Like, imagine you were sleeping soundly at night while hugging your pillow then you heard somebody grunting, but you didn't mind it at first. You hugged your pillow closer and tighter, but to your surprise, it was actually Jungwon you were hugging hfhfihfessi. Idk if u take requests but if you don't, just don't mind this ask hehe.
OMG MY FIRST ASK! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS. YES, I DO TAKE REQUESTS.
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In the quiet stillness of the night, you heard a faint grunting sound, but your mind was caught in a dreamy haze. Seeking solace, you clutched your pillow closer, yearning for the warmth and comfort it could offer amidst the cold and lonely bed. Yet, to your surprise, you felt something amiss—a breath, almost gasping, buried deep in your neck, and a struggling sensation against your embrace. Your eyes fluttered open, and there he was—Jungwon, your beloved.
In a moment of realization, you immediately released your hold, concern etched across your face. "Won?" you uttered, your voice filled with confusion and worry. He gently tapped your head, trying to soothe you back to sleep, but the weight of the situation pulled you fully awake. You couldn't ignore the fact that the man you love, who had been sleeping on the couch for three days following an argument, was now lying beside you, breathless from your accidental grasp.
"No, I can't just go back to sleep," you whispered, your heart aching for the time lost between you both. "Won, I'm so sorry. I promise I'll try my best not to talk to Harua as much."
As you cupped his cheeks, you felt the warmth of his skin under your touch, and you could sense his silent nod, understanding the sincerity in your words. His eyes softened, reflecting the love he held for you, and he spoke gently, "No, Love. I'm sorry. I know Harua is your friend, and I shouldn't let jealousy get the best of me. From now on, I'll trust you completely, and I'll do my best to be the partner you deserve."
Jungwon's hand found its way to your waist, and his fingers interlocked with yours, his touch sending shivers of affection through your body. His other hand gently caressed your shoulder, creating a cocoon of warmth around you. It was as if he had become your protective blanket, enveloping you in love and care.
As the moonlight danced upon his features, he leaned in, brushing his lips tenderly against your forehead, leaving a trail of soft kisses. "I missed you," he whispered, the words dripping with sincerity and adoration.
"I missed you too," you murmured, feeling a lump in your throat. The distance between you both over those few days had been agonizing, and you vowed to cherish every moment with him from then on.
Throughout the night, you stayed wrapped in each other's arms, speaking softly. The room filled with an aura of tenderness and passion, as the love between you both flourished.
As you lay there wrapped in each other's arms, Jungwon couldn't help but chuckle softly. "You know, I always thought you were an enthusiastic hugger, but this was taking it to a whole new level," he teased, giving you a playful eyebrow raise.
You couldn't help but laugh too, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief that the tension between you both had turned into a light-hearted moment. "I guess I just missed you so much that I unconsciously tried to keep you close," you admitted with a sheepish grin.
"Well, note to self: never disturb your sleep when you're hugging your pillow again," Jungwon joked, and you playfully swatted his arm.
#yang jungwon#fluffy#fluff#enhypen fluff#enhypen#enhypen imagines#enha jungwon#sleep#jungwon fluff#jungwon x reader#enhypen jungwon#request#shorts
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Detours to You - 22
Good Monday.
Here I am with a new chapter. In this one we finally meet Rowan's mum.
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Two days later Aelin was at Orynth airport with Maya on her hand.
“Mama, is my other nana really coming?”
Aelin crouched “Yes, nana Eiddwen is coming to stay with us for a while to keep company to dad too.”
Maya cheered and took out the drawing she had made with nana Wen written at the bottom showcasing her writing skills.
Aelin walked to the arrival section and both of them stopped in front of the big doors “Mama when is she coming?” Since she had told her that her nana was coming, Maya had been counting down the hours.
“Soon, see the big board? It says that her plane has landed and now your nana is collecting her bags.”
“Mama, are we going to see dad soon?”
Aelin nodded. She had spent the two previous days at his side. Lysandra and Elide had prohibited her to go to work and had forced her to stay at Rowan’s side. She had not complained and after picking up Eiddwen they were going to the hospital. He was being moved out of the ICU that morning and the doctor explained that they could expect him to be awake. That had lifted a bit of her worries. He still had a while to go before healing fully, but he was alive and okay. He was with them both.
Aelin kept an eye on the doors until she spotted the woman she was looking for. She took Maya’s hand and they walked closer.
“Nana Wen?” Maya called, hoping to attract the attention of the right woman, but Aelin was on the case and they were walking already towards her.
“Aelin,” the older woman threw her arms around Aelin and she remembered all of a sudden that the Whitethorns were huggers. Rowan was the exception. She loved his family.
“Eiddwen, welcome.”
“Nana! Nana! I am here.” Maya pulled her grandmother’s trousers and the woman kneeled “hello, Maya.”
“Hi, nana. I am Maya.” She handed her the drawing “For you.”
Eiddwen grabbed the paper “Did you write this?”
“Yes, I am six, I am a big girl.”
Eiddwen’s eyes welled up and hugged her granddaughter “You are such a smart kid.” She stood and turned to Aelin “You look wonderful, darling.”
Aelin smiled and noticed that the woman in front of her looked an older from the one she remembered. Likely the pain of loosing her husband had something to do with it. And her stomach knotted. She almost lost Rowan. She shook the thought from her head. No, not now.
“Let’s go back to the car.”
While Aelin grabbed the suitcase, Maya gripped her grandmother’s hand and Aelin knew that her daughter was already in love with the woman “nana, do you like winter?”
“I do,” replied the woman as they exited the airport “but in Wendlyn is much warmer than here in Terrasen.”
“Mama, where is Wenlyn?”
“I will show you when we get home,” added Eiddwen.
In the car Aelin set off for the hospital and Eiddwen sat at the back beside Maya who was bombarding her grandmother with questions, but the woman seemed more than happy to answer them all.
“Nana, you know mum has a bookstore?”
“I do and I am looking forward to visit it. I heard a lot about it.”
“I love it. Do you like hockey?”
Aelin almost burst into laughter. Maya was so excited that was jumping from a random question to the other.
They arrived at the hospital not long after and Aelin hated how easily she found her way to Rowan’s ward. In the last three days she had spent far too much time inside those walls. She walked to his room and paused, kneeling in front of her daughter “wait it here with nana for a minute.”
“No, I want to see dad.”
Eiddwen pulled the girl to the chairs with her “Maya, darling, your mum is just going to check how your dad is and make sure he is not sleeping. We will see him very soon. I want to see him too.”
Maya nodded quietly and Aelin kissed her then disappeared through the door.
A set of green eyes turned to her and Aelin smiled. The clutch on her heart finally loosened a bit more and she felt like she could breathe again. He was awake. She kept repeating to herself.
One step and then another and she was at his side “hi sleeping beauty.”
He made a sound that resembled a chuckle “sleeping beauty gets a kiss.”
Aelin threw herself at him, cautious of his injuries and her lips landed on his “Don’t. Ever again, Rowan.” She muttered amongst tears “Don’t you dare.”
Rowan uninjured arms lifted to her face in a caress “sorry.”
He kept kissing her “I love you, Aelin,” he whispered softly “That’s all I thought about while I was trapped. I love you so much.”
Aelin kissed his nose “of course, I am the most lovable person ever.”
Rowan tried to laugh but cough racked his chest and he stopped.
“Hey, lie back on the pillow,” she adjusted the cannulas under his nose “I have guests if you feel up for it. Not too long or the doctor might kill me, though.”
Rowan nodded and Aelin went back to the door and let the visitors in.
Rowan’s gaze widened in surprise when he saw his mum, but had no time to say anything because Maya came running towards the bed and was now screaming to get on it at his side
“Let me remove your shoes first.” Aelin fought to keep her daughter calm. She had missed him. Then lifted her in bed and placed Maya near his less hurt side “Do not move too much okay? Just stay beside dad and hug him.”
Maya nestled against him, her head tucked in his side “I missed you, dad.”
“Me too,” added Rowan while kissing her head and then turning to his mum who was staring at him with moist eyes.
“I am fine, mum.”
Eiddwen took a step closer and kissed her son’s head “I know.”
Aelin stepped up at the bottom of the bed “I called her.” She added at Rowan’s inquisitive stare.
“And I am glad she did.” Her hand brushed Maya’s hair “I finally got to meet her.”
Maya slowly fell asleep in her father’s arms and Aelin decided to step out for an excuse to talk to the doctor and leave mother and son talk.
“How are you and Aelin doing?” His mum was a pro at going straight to the point.
“Better,” he said quietly “we are trying to be a family.”
Eiddwen extracted a box from her bag. It was a small blue velvet box. She opened “This was my engagement ring.” She said, showing her son the ring inside “When the time comes give it to her. She is your other half, Rowan.” A pause “If it hadn’t been for me, you’d be married already.”
“I had to help you.”
Eiddwen caressed his head “I know, and I am grateful but look what you almost lost,” Said the woman, staring at the sleeping girl “I’ll keep the ring for now, but when you are ready it would make me very happy if you’d give this to her.”
Rowan nodded heavily.
“And of course I want more grand-babies.”
He chuckled “Slow down, mum.”
“Imagine a wee baby with Aelin’s looks.” Her tone dreamy/
“Are you saying that Maya is ugly because she is like me?” He pretended to be offended.
“No Rowan,” again she caressed the head “Your daughter is gorgeous and she is going to break a lot of hearts when she grows up.”
Rowan groaned “I don’t want to imagine her yet dating.”
“I am planning to stay here for a while, by the way.”
Shock passed through his features “are you sure? I am fine.”
“Rowan, Aelin has to work and Maya has school. You will not be able to do much in the house, so this time is my turn to look after you, and don’t even try to complain. Uncle Ellys knows and will keep an eye on the house.”
“Okay.” He conceded knowing that mentally sparring with his mum was a battle lost from the start. And a part of him was glad to have his mum around and seeing she was better enough to actually leave Wendlyn. For a long time she could not even leave the house. His gaze must have drifted because his mum called him off “Rowan, I am so much better, I know that you worry. That’s your fussy stare, you got it from your dad.”
He shook his head “I am glad that you are here and to see you are so much better.”
Eiddwen sat at the bottom of the bed gently stroking Maya’s legs “You and Aelin gave me a beautiful reason to be excited about things again.”
In that instant a gentle knock interrupted them and Aelin’s head peeked through “Am in interrupting?”
Eiddwen shook her head “No, come in.”
Aelin stepped inside and smiled at Maya’s sleeping form nestled on her father’s side “I spoke to the doctor. They will have to keep you in for a few more days at least. Because of the splenectomy and the other injuries, they want to make sure everything is under control before they release you,” she explained “You will also start physio very soon and they will also start your treatment plan for once you are discharged.” And smile then spread on her face “While I was outside Lorcan called and apparently the mayor is going to pay you a visit and please expect to be the recipient for the medal of valour.”
Rowan was stunned “For what? I just did my job.”
“According to the mayor your hard work recently has not gone unnoticed and you saved a few people lives. So yes, you are getting the medal.”
He pouted, unhappy “The other firefighters saved lives too, this is not fair.”
“Rowan, darling, take the win.”
“Fine, but I am not happy.” He folded his good arms at his chest and she almost laughed when she noticed that his grumpy expression matched the furrowed one on a sleeping Maya.
Aelin turned to Eiddwen and the woman nodded “Well, you definitely have no doubt now that he is the father.”
She laughed and stared at father and daughter and her heart swelled with love.
“Imagine how proud Maya will be when she finds out she has a superhero dad.”
He smiled “Fine, for her, I can accept it.”
It was late in the afternoon when Aelin finally took Eiddwen home. Lorcan’s team had invaded the room together with other off duty colleagues and the women had decided to leave him in peace with his firefighters.
Once at home, Maya started introducing the house to her grandma “come, I will show you my kingdom.“
Aelin laughed and nodded and went to tidy up the house a bit.
Upstairs Maya dragged Eiddwen in her room “look, nana. This is my bed,” she then ran for Elf “Dada gave this to me. It’s my friend elf.”
Eiddwen smiled “were you kind to the elves on the solstice?”
“Yes, dad told me all of the stories.”
She then ran to her collection of hockey items and grabbed her stick “I am starting hockey soon. I am playing with the big kids.”
“You need to tell me all about it. Wendlyn does not have a hockey team.”
Maya took that as an invitation to go to her drawer and pull out her Stags jersey “They are the Stags. They are the best.” She explained proudly “You can come with us. I will tell you the game.”
In that instant Aelin came upstairs “Did you give her a tour?”
“Oh yes, she even introduced me to elf.”
“That’s an honour,” added Aelin “I have a room ready.”
“Nana can sleep in my room.”
Aelin crouched “Maya, nana needs her bedroom, but she is just next door.”
“Okay.”
Eiddwen took Maya’s hand “I can come and read you stories. I am really good.”
“Yes!”
“Now, let nana go change and come downstairs with me.” Aelin turned and noticed the exploded drawer “did you show her your jersey?”
The girl nodded “Can she come to the game with us?”
“Of course.”
Maya walked to her mother and grabbed her hand “mum, I like her.”
Aelin hugged her “I am glad, because nana is staying with us for a while.”
The two walked downstairs and Aelin started prepping for dinner and missed Rowan’s cooking skills. She had improved leaps and bounds for the sake of her daughter but was not even remotely as good as him.
Eiddwen arrived back down a moment later and saw Aelin staring at the fridge with pensive face and Maya at the table colouring.
“Let me cook you a Wendlyn dish.”
Aelin tried to protest but the woman was as stubborn as her son.
She texted Rowan about her mum being stubborn and his reply was Pot. Kettle and a smiley face.
She replied with a kiss emoji and wished him a good evening and a promise of going to visit the following day.
Reply sent, Aelin returned to the two women and they enjoyed the rest of the night talking and with Maya getting to know her grandmother a little more.
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John Gielgud on Ophelia, quoted in John Gielgud Directs Richard Burton in Hamlet:
I have an idea about Ophelia’s mad scene. I thought we could get the idea that she was shut up in the castle. And you, Gertrude, come down the grand stairway saying “I won’t speak with her, I won’t speak with her.” But then they let Ophelia in—and her one idea is to get out into the open air. And so she keeps on going to the center doors trying to find a way to open them. Gertrude knows it’s dangerous and that Ophelia mustn’t be let out. Finally she does find the door and she rushes out, which alarms the Queen.
Then the riot begins with Laertes, and Ophelia, coming back, hears all the noise. She has been down by the river already and her dress is stained with weeds and muck. And she thinks of the flowers. She’s come back, she thinks, for the funeral—to offer the flowers for her father; she can’t find the body because the King has done “but greenly in hugger-mugger to inter him.” And I don’t think she ever saw him after he was dead. So that when she’s come back the second time and Laertes is there, she’s looking for poor Polonius’ body, and for Hamlet, too, who went away, and she can’t find either of them. She’s distracted and looks about, under the rostrum and everywhere. Then finally, when she sees it’s no good and she’s given away the flowers and doesn’t know where she is because there is no funeral, she kisses the Queen suddenly, and then very slyly, seeing the door is open, makes a dash for it and goes rushing out. The Queen rushes out after her, so we are prepared to hear the description of Ophelia’s death at the end of the scene.
I’m rather sick of the wild indecency that has been put into the scene in recent productions, with Ophelia tearing off her clothes and clutching all the gentlemen. I don’t think Shakespeare meant it. It must be a touching scene. You see, I think in Shakespeare’s time people always laughed at lunatics. They visited madhouses right up to the eighteenth century in England as we visit the zoo today. And Shakespeare knew that the only way to make madness pitiful, as is obvious with Lady Macbeth and Ophelia, was to give them a poignant, agonized, though not sentimental, scene. If that was not intended by Shakespeare, Laertes would never say “Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself she turns to favor and to prettiness.” And to suddenly make Ophelia openly lewd onstage is against the intention of the writing. In this other way you can be just as strong. I don’t want to make it sentimental and Victorian.
I think we must all play not as though we were going to put this poor creature in prison or to lock her up, but as though we were going to restrain her in the castle. After all, “Denmark’s a prison,” as Hamlet says and as our set conveys. Even Hamlet himself is trying to break away to get to the outer world. All the people in the play are shut up in this castle. You play that, really, all through the play. There is this curious feeling, except on the battlements and in the churchyard, that they are all really locked in the castle, in a miasma of corruption and sensuality. It isn’t until Fortinbras comes at the end that the whole thing opens and all are free.
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Doing Time | Criminal Minds S.R
Chapter 5. Drunk-Dazed
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A night-out leads to unexpected but pleasurable results
Chapter Title: Drunk-Dazed by Enhypen
It was just past nine at night when Hana arrived in front of the club the team had agreed to, stepping out the Uber as she double checked that she had all her things.
"You're sure they won't mind me crashing the BAU night-out?" Sasha chimed in as she also stepped out the Uber.
"Of course not, you're my roommate who's been stuck dealing with an asshole all week." Hana replied hooking arms with the blonde. "You deserve a night to let loose and forget him."
"Amen to that."
"Then let's get fucked." They both giggled as they made their way inside the club.
They showed their IDs to the bouncer at the door before making their way into the main bar area.
"Where are they?" Sasha asked as Hana stretched her head above the crowds and spotted the group at one of the booths that lined the walls.
"Found them!" She said before grabbing Sasha's hand and carefully guided her through the sea of bodies. Eventually they made it to the table. "Hey guys you look great!"
"Speak for yourself," JJ spoke up sipping the suspiciously purple cocktail in front of her. "You girls are looking hot tonight."
She was right each girl had dressed in their best outfits for a night in the city. Hana had opted for her traditional little red dress but had paired it with a pair of black leather thigh high boots and an equally black leather clutch swung over her shoulder. Her makeup consisted of her signature red lip and a dark smoky eye, she'd also chosen to keep her hair down and straight, letting it flow freely.
Sasha as always was the polar opposite, and had opted for a short baby pink corset dress and had chosen a pair of silver heels with straps that wrapped around her shins and calfs, she however hadn't brought a bag but Hana's had already offered to keep her stuff safe in the black clutch for her.
"JJ is right!" Penelope yelled clearly already intoxicated "I mean I'm unfortunately not into girls but if I was you two would be at the top of the list, like the very top."
"Thanks guys," Hana smiled brightly before winking at Penelope. "Oh and don't worry Penelope you'd be at the top of mine." Her eyes began to wander the club looking for the rest of the team.
"The boys are at the bar getting some drinks." JJ answered, peering at Hana with a twinkle in her eye. "Though you might wanna catch them so they get your orders."
Hana nodded before turning to her friend, “Sasha are you cool staying here while I get us some drinks.”
“Sure, you good getting four drinks by yourself?” Her friend asked as she slid into the booth.
“Yeah it’ll be fine I’m sure.”
With that she moved towards the bar where she spotted a mess of curly hair poking out through the crowd. Already a little buzzed from the three shots she had before going out she tapped his shoulder smiling widely as he turned to face her.
“You made it!” She shouted over the music, and she leaned in to hug him which he returned although clearly not expecting it. She was a hugger when tipsy.
“Hey! Yeah I figured I’d come since you invited me.” He explained before gently guiding her closer to the bar with his hand on her back.
“How long have you been here?”
“Long enough to finish my first drink.”
“You sure you’re okay being here I know you said you don’t really drink…” she trailed of as she leaned in close enough so he could hear her.
“Yeah don’t worry, I just don’t drink or go out very often but I can tonight.” He explained before gesturing to the bartender he was ready to order. She couldn’t hear what he ordered but he suddenly turned to her “What are you getting?”
“Oh I’m probably just gonna get a gin and tonic but I’ve also got to get Sasha two Pornstars.” She explained before seeing Spencer widen his eyes slightly, “Martinis I mean! Not the other type of… you know.”
He laughed at her panicked explanation before turning back to the bartender to finish his order and pay. Hana suddenly realised what he’d done and poked him in his side. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Do what?” He replied feigning ignorance.
“You know what, I could have bought them myself.”
“I know.” He stated simply, Hana became aware that he hadn’t move his hand from her back. She also realised how good he look in the shirt and tie he was wearing, he’d only ditch the suit jacket from the outfit he was wearing earlier today.
The bartender placed the four drinks on the counter and Spencer casually reached out and took both his and Hana’s drinks, leaving her too easily carrying just the two for Sasha. She then followed him back through the crowd and back to the table, where the rest of the team were already back.
“Hey Guys!” She greeted, as she stepped into the booth with Spencer sliding in just after her. “I’m glad you could all make it.”
“Jack’s aunt is still watching him so I could spare a least a hour for a drink.” Hotch stated as his sipped his whiskey, he seemed to be sharing a bottle between him, Rossi and Morgan.
“Well you certainly dressed up Babushka” Morgan teased, “Planning to get lucky tonight?”
She laughed before replying, “Not really I just really like this dress but a bonus is, it helps me get free drinks.” She tried to hide how she glanced at Spencer slightly when she said, who seemed to be smirking before he lifting his drink up to sip.
“I’m just glad for a night off.” Tara chimed in to the conversation, “I just wish unsubs could do the same thing.”
“Amen to that.” Rossi lifted his glass to cheers, to which all the Team and Sasha joined in.
They continued to converse together as Hana sipped her drink through the straw, feeling her buzz getting stronger. She hadn’t even realised she’d started to lean on Spencer slightly. She continue to sip until her drink was empty, and turned towards Spencer who was blocking her exit of the booth.
“I’m gonna get another drink, do you want another?” She’d asked noticing his drink was pretty much empty.
“I’ll come with and we can order together.” He offered as he slid out from the booth before stepping back to let her out.
“Sure!” She smiled, and slid out to make her way through the crowd. Spencer made sure to keep his hand on her back to guide her through. As they approached the bartender saw them and went up to them.
“Hey you guys forgot your shots”
“Our what?” She’d asked confused.
“The martinis you ordered come with a free shot of Prosecco and since you ordered two you get two free shots.” He explained as he pour liquid into two shot glasses before placing on the bar in front of the pair. “But other than that what can I get you?”
They ordered their drinks and the bartender left to grab all the stuff to make it.
“So…” she trailed off, “You want a shot?“
He laughed at first before replying, “Well usually I’d say no but, might as well not waste a free gift.”
At that, Hana lifted both shot glasses and handed one to Spencer. “What should we toast to?”
The pair thought for a moment before, the young doctor turned towards her, grasping his glass.
“I know,” He started before lifting the glass towards her, “To a successful first case.”
She smiled and clinked her glass against his, “To a successful first case.” She tapped the bottom of her glass against the bar before she downed the glass and watched as Spencer did the same. The Prosecco wasn’t as strong as the shots vodka she’d taken before, but it still left her with a nice kick. Afterwards they made their way back to the group once again, carrying their second round of drinks.
The night continued as normal with the team exchanging stories and discussing future plans. After Hotch and Rossi left the night change from a group of friends having a few drinks, into a true night of letting loose and having fun. Truthfully, it all started when a tray of shots were delivered to the table.
“It’s from the owner,” the waiter had said as he delivered them, “She also told me to say and it quote, you need to get Sasha on the dance floor so she can meet a cute guy and forget about Paul.”
“His name is Peter.” Sasha yelled over the music slightly slurred, already on her fifth martini.
“She said you’d say so she tole me say that she doesn’t care.” With that he left the tray on the table and walk back to the bar. Leaving the table in stunned silence as they stared at the completely full tray; there was easily at least 30 shots there.
“Well I am definitely coming here again.” Garcia broke the silence, clapping her hands before grabbing two shots. Soon the whole table followed suit, each grabbing their own shots. They cheers together before downing each shot on the tray.
“I guess we gotta go dance now.” Sasha said as she jumped up grabbing Hana and Garcia’s hands to grabbed them to the dance floor, the others following close behind.
Hana doesn’t remember much from what happened in the dance floor, she remembers dancing with JJ after a guy had started getting too close to the blonde. She’d then said bye to her and Tara after she’d announce will was there to pick the two up. Once she went back to dancing she’d felt a presence behind her, Turning to find herself face to chest with Dr Spencer Reid. She looked up to look at his face and found him staring intensely at her.
“You okay?” He’d asked, moving his hand around her waist to steady her as she started swaying slightly.
“Yeah I’m okay,” she answered buzzed, “You’re eyes are really dark in this light.”
She reached her hands out to cup his cheeks and pulled him closer so she could admire her eyes up close.
“What are you doing?” He asked, his voice seemed huskier than normal.
“I don’t know.”
“Are you going to stop?”
“Maybe” She shrugged, “Do you want me to?”
“I don’t know.” His hand around her waist was gripping her tighter now, and he placed his other hand on Hana’s cheek.
Nervous, Hana bit her lower lip between her teeth but was stopped when Spencer place his thumb on her lower lip and pulled in out from between her teeth.
“You shouldn’t do that, the human teeth are strong enough to withstand 30,000 pounds, so it could definitely go through your lip.”
“Really?” She scrunched her nose as she giggled to herself, leaning close enough to feel his breath.
“Yeah” It came more like a breath, but Hana didn’t have much time to register it as she leaned into him. Placing her lips against his.
Kissing Spencer was like the rush of air you feel when resurface from under water, it felt like she was breathing for the first time. He tasted like a mix of the whiskey he’d been drinking and the sweetness of the various shorts he’d been coerced into drinking; it made her pull him closer. Hana felt as Spencer responded. He deepened the kiss by moving his hand on her cheek to her back of her neck and tightened slightly, causing her to gasp into the passionate kiss.
The gasped seemed to send a shock through the doctor’s system as he pulled away quickly from her lips. Not thinking clearly, Hana attempted to lean back towards him but was stopped as he pressed firmly into her with the hand still on her waist. He caught his breath before he could speak.
“I think we both too drunk right now and should probably call it a night.”
“You’re um…” She hesitated looking down, “You’re probably right.”
The pair finally separated so they could shepherd the rest of the group out the bar and into individual taxis or Uber’s making sure to all get home safe. Eventually, Hana and Sasha’s Uber had arrived. After helping her roommate into the car, she turned back to Spencer who was following Morgan into a separate Uber.
“I had a good night!” She yelled to him, causing him to look back over to her.
“Me too!” He called back over before stepping into the car. Hana finally stepped into her uber and as the driver started to driver home, she scream quietly into her hands.
They’d have to talk about the kiss eventually, just not now.
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Fic Titles In Different Languages Masterlist
adiós (ao3) - philsmeatylegss
Summary: five times dan bought flowers and one time phil bought flowers
anocht, beidh muid (ao3) - werebothstubborn
Summary: when phil walks into a dingy bar on the outskirts of galway, he's not sure what to expect - least of all, a beautiful, irish-speaking fiddle player named dan.
Chez Nous - cityofphanchester
Summary: Dan’s stressed, Phil’s comforting.
doppelt. (ao3) - schnaf
Summary: The big wheel in Manchester. The big wheel in another Manchester. Phil's disappearance. Finding Phil - twice. Dealing with Doppelgängers. That's not exactly what Dan expected from their first meeting. But in the end, being with Phil is all that matters.
Embrasse-moi Près (ao3) - orphan_account
Summary: Phil has always been a hugger
Gamos (ao3) - auroraphilealis (peachrosepetals)
Summary: Phil manages to get himself cursed by the God’s again, but this time he won’t tell Dan what he did wrong, and Dan’s left to figure it out for himself. Modern Day Greek Gods AU
in vino veritas (ao3) - orphan_account
Summary: in vino veritas: latin - ‘in wine, truth’
it’s 9pm and they’re already halfway through a bottle of merlot.
Jardin d’Eden - wavydanrises
Summary: "They made it just in time, thanks to Dan covering the last part of the path with Nathan on his back and clutching onto his shoulders. He set him down and planted a kiss on the top of his head.
“Run kid, if you get inside before the bell rings, we're free men!”
Nathan giggled and hurried to the gate, where a teacher was standing.
“Hi I'm Dan, Nathan's dad, I'm assuming you're his teacher?”
“Yes, I don't think we've met yet,” Phil smiled. “My colleague Lisa usually does the openings.” "
Or the one in which Dan is a single dad managing running a flower shop and dealing with his five years old son, and his new teacher is very easy to like
je reviens vers toi (ao3) - basl
Summary: Oh no! There's only one bed.
kairos (ao3) - uselessphillie
Summary: (greek, n.) - the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement
(a 2009 fic. sort of.)
L'Histoire Française (ao3) - danfanciesphil (thejigsawtimess)
Summary: Since he can remember, Dan has had a bad experience with teachers. When desperate times call for him to take a job as a TA at his local secondary school, he is dreading the experience. Cue Phil Lester: eclectic, vivacious History teacher whom the students and teachers adore for his fantastical, unique methods and sincere passion for his job. Dan was expecting all sorts of drama in his new job, but falling for a member of the faculty was not part of it.
La Vérité Nue - lovebuglester
Summary: 'Charles-de-Gaulle airport was empty of anyone speaking English, as far as he could hear, and that relaxed him. It was barely prime time for small talk about the different between Parisian and London weather.' Dan gets snowed into an airport in paris, basically.
le tour de ton coeur (ao3) - Iittlesparkle
Summary: The bus was about to kick off when Phil saw a lanky man running alongside of it. His curly hair was sweaty, sticking up to his forehead, and his face red. Phil thought it was weird for someone about to do le tour de France. He could hear the guy mumbling from the open window next to him, but he was probably French as Phil couldn’t understand what he was saying.
“Putain de bus ! Arrête toi bordel !’’
or the Tour de France AU you didn't know you needed
Mon Cœur S'ouvre à Ta Voix (ao3) - auroraphilealis
Summary: It’s taken Dan a year to work up the courage to really discover why he keeps slipping into something he doesn’t fully understand, but now that he’s discovered that he’s not alone, he’s ready to find a solution, even if that does mean accepting a Dom into his life. Thank God Phil is there to save him when things seem like they’re about to go wrong.
Mon Chaton - chocolatesaucelester
Summary: Neko!Dan and Dom!Phil.
no te de miedo vivir algo diferente (ao3) - witchpersephone (tothendoftheline)
Summary: VFX artist Phil likes company parties, but an expensive tequila bar is so far from his usual scene that he has no idea what's going on. Luckily, bartender Dan is happy to educate.
Spiagga e Gelato (ao3) - Azure (Fancy_Ravenclaw)
Summary: Two rivalling ice cream vendors on an Italian beach sneak off together on their lunch break every day.
Tu étais courageux! (ao3) - phanburnhamizzard
Summary: Dan and Phil are lost in the streets of Paris trying to find the venue for their next Interactive Introverts show. This begins a day of stomach wrenching stress for Phil, who is already carsick from the bus travel.
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wheels . james potter x reader . wc: 341 .
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muggle!reader with james potter who insists on taking her to a skating rink as a date since he’d seen one in your neighborhood and had no idea what it was until you explained it.
and by the way your eyes held a soft glow when recalling how you spent most of your childhood there with your friends, he couldn’t deny you. and either way, it seemed fun and easy enough to pick up on.
but much to his confusion, having four wheels on his feet is nothing like riding a broom, not at all — so he’s stuck on the wall most of the time while he attempts to drown out your laughs with the insufferable music people were doing all sorts of turns and twirls in skates with five wheels all in the same row.
“you’re too old to be a wall hugger james, have you really never had a pair on your feet?” holding in a laugh, you yelled out to him over the sounds of other people as he released one of his hands from clutching the wall and half frantically shook it out to you.
first of all, he was twenty two and most wizards had never heard of such a thing.
“obviously not, you liar — i told you i never had and you said it would be easy to learn. it’s not,” he huffed out, bringing his arm back with a straight smile as a child no older than seven gave him a judgy look.
"well, i mean, i thought it would. you said you’ve been playing a sport where you literally fly around on a broom most of your life — that should mean you have a good enough sense of balance.”
“fine yes, i'm sorry, i thought that too — but from the six extremely undignifying minutes i’ve spent in this same spot, i’ve learned that the big difference is the brooms aren’t directly on my feet. and this is a lot more terrifying, just get over here before i fall and someone rolls over me.”
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Bow and Catra - "It's not that you're wrong, exactly. You're just extremely not right."
but why can't i?" catra groans. her arm is clutched tightly by bow, who's angry, and dragging a reluctant catra away from the edge of a cliff.
"because!" he exclaims. "you'll fall, catra. we can't have that. we care about you!!"
catra grumbles. "i'm part cat, bow. i'll land on my feet. and don't cat have like, nine lives, or something? so technically, if i did die, i would live. and have only eight lives left." she says this like she believes it, and bow sighs, running his free hand through his short hair.
"it's not that you're wrong, okay?" he says. because catra isn't; if she fell, she would live, but-
"you're just extremely not right."
"...that's the same thing," catra says, unimpressed.
bow inhales. "okay, how do i explain this? if you fall, the chances of which were very high, no, don't you dare argue-" bow adds, at catra's objecting expression, "the wind was rough and the rocks at the edge are slippery, catra! anyways. even if you fell and lived, we would still be worried. don't you get it?"
catra shakes her head mutely.
"it's like when adora went through the forest at night. you knew she wasn't in any actual danger, but you worried anyways."
catra scoffs. "yeah, but that's because i love her. it's natural for me to be worried." she's been more natural about saying she loves adora.
"yes," bow says patiently. "and we love you, catra. so it's natural for us to be worried too, isn't it?"
catra looks like she's crashed. her eyes are wide and her tail's poofed up, and she's completely frozen. bow lets go of catra's arm and raises a questioning eyebrow.
"okay?" he asks.
catra blinks. "you love me," she says hoarsely. "oh my god."
bow realizes why catra's malfunctioning. he gathers catra in his arms, because, a, catra looks like she's going to collapse any moment, and b, catra just understood he and glimmer love her. also, catra's a really good hugger, despite not having much practice at it.
catra's hands wrap around bow, tightly, and when she speaks, her voice is unsure, wobbly. "you guys love me?"
"of course we do," bow says reassuringly.
there's a pause, a long one, where catra gets back her bearings. she speaks carefully, slowly. "i- i love you guys too."
dialouge prompts
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Meet mum.
A/N: I do not think Nikki would be like this. Written for entertainment purposes only. As always hope you enjoy! I only changed the setting of the request.
Based on this request: Hey I was wondering if You could do a Tom imagine where he brings the reader home to meet his parents and brothers but his mum don’t like her and judges her but Tom gets angry and sticks up for her ect.
Warnings: Language.
W/C: 2.5K. Wow how’d this get so long?
To say you were nervous too meet Tom’s family was an understatement. The only member of his family that you had officially met was his brother Harry, who you got on with really well. You were going to a restaurant in town, completely Tom’s idea, he was adamant that it was time you met the rest of his family and you were excited but also nervous.
You finished up getting ready and made your way downstairs were Tom and Harry were waiting.
“Sorry, I just needed to finish my hair off. It wasn’t cooperating.” You said as Tom grabbed his keys, wallet and jacket. He moved towards, placing a swift kiss to your cheek.
“That’s alright darling, we’ve got loads of time. You look beautiful by the way.”
“You look so nervous Y/N! Lighten up, my family are amazing, I’d say you’ve met the worst of us when you met Tom.” Harry laughed as he took in your tense posture.
“Oi! Don’t start already, you only get worse when Sam is with you.” Tom laughed as he gave Harry a light slap to the back of the head. “He’s right though love, they’re lovely, they’ll love you.” Tom reassured you with a smile as he grabbed your hand and you all made your way to the car.
**
The drive to the restaurant was quite relaxed, making your nerves die down slightly and you mostly had Harry to thank for that. He was consistently making jokes in order to settle your nerves. As you pulled up you realised that you were the first ones to arrive, having not spotted anyone else’s car. You made your way in, taking your seats at the large table, looking at all the empty seats, reminded you just how big Tom’s family was, and the nerves came back quicker than they’d settled.
“Sorry I’m late! Didn’t finish work on time!” A voice pulled you from your thoughts. You looked at the male as he approached the table, this was Harry’s twin Sam, that much was obvious. “You must be Y/N! I’ve heard a ridiculous amount about you.” Sam teased as he pulled you into a hug. “Sam, the better twin and superior brother.” He joked as he punched Tom’s arm before hugging him too. Okay maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
“This is going to be a long dinner then?” Tom groaned as he watched the twins greet each other. You engaged in small conversation as you waited for his parents and final brother to arrive. It wasn’t too long after that they did. Paddy making his way over first.
“Hey guys!” Paddy said as he approached the table, taking a seat next to Sam.
“You won’t get a hug from him Y/N. He’s a typical teenage boy, I’m sure stuff like this has inconvenienced his night somehow.” Harry laughed as he watched Paddy pull his phone from his pocket.
“Shut up Harry! You were a teenager once you know. Hi Y/N, it’s nice to finally meet you.” Paddy said as he offered you a small smile.
“Where’s mum and dad?” Tom asked as he furrowed his brows.
“Dad was parking the car and mum went straight to the loo, they won’t be long.” Paddy answered, more interested in his phone than the conversation. You laughed at his typical teenage response to social events, reminding you of how you were at that age. Just after he’d said it you watched another man arrive at the table, presumably Tom’s dad.
“Y/N, this is my dad Dom. Dad this is Y/N” Tom said as he got up to hug his dad. You stood up as well extending your hand for him to shake unsure of what he would have expected as a first response, a hug would be too much maybe?
“It’s nice too meet you.” You said shyly. Dom laughed as he pulled you into a hug, startling you at first.
“We’re huggers if you hadn’t already gathered. Well, everyone except Paddy, he needs a couple years.” Dom laughed as he let go of you and took his seat next to Paddy. Tom grabbed your hand under the table, giving it a small squeeze to reassure you that this was going well.
“Paddy how many times do I have to tell you, it’s rude to be on your phone at the table.” A woman’s voice suddenly interrupted the light conversation. You looked up at Tom’s mum, she was beautiful. Paddy groaned before shoving his phone back into his pocket. “Hi Tom.” His mum said as she hugged him, she eyed you up and down, before mumbling a quick ‘hi’ and sitting down in the final seat. Your nerves were back, had you done something to offend her?
Tom cleared his throat awkwardly before engaging in conversation with Sam. Harry leant over towards you. “Ignore her, she can be like that sometimes, she’ll snap out of it.” Harry whispered as he gave you a reassuring smile.
You all ordered after five minutes and light chatter, started out amongst the table. As the starters were served, Dom switched the attention to you, which in hindsight, you really wish he hadn’t.
“So, Y/N? What do you do for work? Tom’s told us a lot about you but at the same time not all that much.” He laughed.
“Yeah it’s cause he’s always talking about how pretty she is.” Paddy mumbled as he stuffed his fork into his mouth, Tom’s cheeks burned red as he mumbled a ‘fuck off’ in his brothers’ direction. Paddy laughed at him before adding. “Not that he’s wrong! I didn’t mean that in a bad way, it’s just all he usually talks about when you come up in conversation.” Paddy stumbled over his words as he thought he may have caused offence, you laughed, again being reminded of when you were an awkward teenager and thinking anything you said would be taken as offence.
“I’m a book editor. I’m hoping to move into script editing because I think that’d be more fun but for now, I’m with the books.” You answered confidently as you smiled at Dom. Your smile faltered as you heard a scoff come from Nikki’s direction. Tom eyed her carefully before he cleared his throat and spoke up.
“Yeah, it’s great. She gets to travel with me a lot because she doesn’t have to go into a workplace to do her job.” Tom said as he finished his starter. Shortly after they were cleared. Tom took your hand again under the table, interlocking your fingers.
“That’s great! How long have you been doing that?” Dom asked, taking a sip of his drink.
“About three years, I graduated at 21 and got straight into it.”
“Ah, so you’re the same age as Tom then?” Sam asked.
“Yeah, he’s a couple months older than me.”
“So how did you meet? Like I say Tom has told us a lot about you but at the same time nothing at all.”
“We met in a pub actually.” You laughed as you recalled the memory. “I wasn’t sure Tom would remember talking to me let alone remember he’d taken my number. He was really drunk.” You teased as Tom went red again. Everyone laughed except for Nikki, who eyed you in a way that made you feel quite small all of a sudden.
“So, did you know who he was then? When you gave him your number?” She asked in an accusatory tone.
“I mean yeah, I’ve seen all the marvel films, so I did know who he was, but that didn’t really matter to me. I liked Tom for Tom.” You answered carefully.
“I’m sure you did.” She said as she gave you a sarcastic smile before sipping her drink.
“Mum.” Tom groaned before squeezing your hand that was still in his.
“What? I’m just making small talk.” She answered as Sam and Harry rolled their eyes. Paddy shifted awkwardly in his seat as he watched the conversation unfold. Luckily the main course arrived to settle the tension.
“So are you hoping to get into script editing through Tom’s career.” Nikki asked. Dom choked on his drink out of shock as you dropped your fork back onto your plate. The question completely taking you off guard. Tom’s hand found your thigh as you saw him tense next to you.
“You don’t have to answer that Y/N.” Sam said as he smiled at you.
“No, it’s okay. That’s not how I’m hoping to get into script editing. I’ve been applying for different companies for a while now, before I met Tom actually, I just haven’t had any luck.” You answered as your eyes met hers.
“But surely you would have hoped Tom’s career would help if you haven’t had luck.” She sneered.
“Nikki.” Dom hissed.
“No that’s not it at all.” You answered, slightly offended. You knew what she was implying but it wasn’t true. You could make your own way in the world.
“We’ll see.” Nikki said as she continued to eat. The atmosphere around the table had shifted dramatically it was incredibly awkward now.
After you had finished your mains, things hadn’t got much better. Everyone was engaging in small talk, but no one dared shift the attention back towards you. Well, for a while anyway.
“That’s a nice necklace.” Nikki suddenly said out of nowhere. You clutched the necklace that was around your neck, it suddenly felt very heavy around your neck.
“It’s from-“
“Tom? Yeah I’d have guessed. Is it real gold?”
“Yeah but-“
“Of course it is.” She sneered as she rolled her eyes at you. You suddenly felt like this wasn’t going anywhere and you felt the tears brewing in your eyes. You excused yourself from the table, finding your way into the bathroom.
**
“What the fuck was that?” Tom asked his mum as his nostrils flared.
“Don’t swear Tom.” Nikki replied. Paddy was eyeing the exit at this point. He knew it wasn’t going to end well.
“Okay, sorry for my language. My question still wants an answer. What. Was. That?” He asked through gritted teeth. He’d never in his entire life felt so angry with his mum. He looked at his dad who just offered him a small smile.
“I don’t know what you mean. I was just making conversation.”
“No, you weren’t. You were being rude. Why?”
“I’m just making sure she’s good enough for you.” Nikki answered her son, honestly.
“By making her look like a money grabbing, opportunity seeking bitch?” Tom fired back. Trying to keep his anger under control. He didn’t want to cause a scene in the middle of a restaurant. Nikki just shrugged and he felt some of his anger spill over.
“That’s not fair mum! I pursued her! She hasn’t once asked me to help her further her career, in fact she’s very careful to try and keep herself distant from what I do and what she wants to do. That necklace you felt the need to point out, came from her grandma, it was left to her after her grandma passed away. Something her granddad bought for her grandma. But of course, you’d have known that had you let her speak. I am so beyond angry with you right now, mum. You had no right to speak to her like that, you don’t know her, I do. I’m also a little offended that you take me for someone who can fooled. I get it you want to protect your kids, but you can’t treat people like that. You need to give her another chance, because I love her, and your little show tonight won’t change that.” Tom felt some of his anger dissipating. His brothers and dad looked at him, almost as if they were proud?
Nikki’s expression dropped at her son’s words. She suddenly felt immensely guilty. Tom was right, she’d taken it too far and judged the poor girl without giving her a chance.
“I’m sorry Tom.” Nikki said sincerely trying to meet her son’s eyes.
“Not me you should be apologising to.” Tom crossed his arms as he refused to meet his mum’s gaze.
“Your right.” Nikki swallowed as she got up from her seat.
“I swear if you’re on your way to upset her again, I’m going home.” Tom called after his mum as she made her way into the bathroom. He sighed as he looked at his dad.
“I know your angry son and I know she had no right. But forgive her yeah? She had your best interests at heart even if she went about that the wrong way.” Dom said as he offered his son a reassuring smile.
“I know. It just upset me that she treated her like that.”
**
You’d managed to stop the tears and you were splashing your face with cold water trying to get rid of the redness in your face. Would Tom believe you if you said you weren’t feeling well and let you go home? No, then you’d be taking him away from his family. You were pulled from your thoughts as another person joined you in the bathroom. You didn’t look at them, didn’t want to draw attention to your tear stained face.
“Y/N? I’m sorry.” You heard you were shocked as you turned around to see Nikki. You didn’t say anything, not wanting to upset her further.
“I mean it. I’m sorry. I just get so protective of him you know. He has had girlfriends like that in the past and I’m just scared someone will take advantage of him again. I know I shouldn’t treat him like he’s naive, but I can’t help it sometimes. I’m truly sorry for the way I have treated you tonight. It was unfair of me to judge you when I don’t know you.” She said as she smiled at you. You sighed as you took in her words.
“Look, I get it. I get that you want to protect him but I’m not like that I swear. I really do love Tom for Tom. I’d love him whatever he did for a living.” You said sincerely. Nikki smiled as she pulled you into a hug. You hugged back.
“Okay, let’s get you cleaned up. Let’s start again?” She asked you hopefully.
“I’d like that.” You mumbled as she helped you fix your appearance. You made your way back to the table Tom, instantly standing and pulling you into a hug.
“Are you okay? Did she upset you again?” Tom whispered protectively into your ear. “Tell me if she has, we’ll go if that’s what you want.”
“It’s okay Tom. She apologised. We’re going to start again. I get were she was coming from in a way.” You whispered back as he squeezed you tighter.
“Doesn’t make it right.” He mumbled and you hummed in agreement before whispering “let it go, okay,” kissing his cheek before you both sat back down. He didn’t let go of your hand all night. The rest of night went by without any more awkwardness, in fact when you left, you’d argue that you and Nikki had gotten quite close. Tom let his anger towards his mum disappear over the course of the night and when you all left to go home you made plans to do the same again next week and everyone left far happier and content than when they’d arrived.
#tom holland#tom holland imagine#tom holland one shot#tom holland x reader#tom holland fluff#tom holland angst#tom holland x y/n
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Hi. Can I pls request for The army bois with a mc who uh- sleeps with a stuffed animal lol or a pillow hugger Pls and ty :) (also ur my fav hc writer, it took a while to get the courage to ask lol, if u do this then tytytytytytyyyyyy) if it's too much then pls ray, lance, jonah, fenrir and luka ^^
Of course you can! ❤ I absolutely adored making this HC list. I love stuffed animals and body pillow so this hit pretty close to home. Enjoy! 😘
HC’s: How they react to a Pillow hugging/Stuffy Loving MC Pt. 1
❤ Lancelot ❤
His Alice is a stuffy lover. At first he was really curious about it. He doesn’t understand why a stuffed animal is so comforting to you. He never had one in his childhood and can’t wrap his head around it.
When he realizes how much better you sleep holding a stuffed animal he stops wondering and just accepts it. He wants to make sure you are comfortable since he works a lot and can’t always hold you at night.
He buys you a stuffed Lion so that you have something to hold from him, he doesn’t like seeing you hold things that he didn’t buy. You take right to the lion and he is happy to see how receptive you are to the gift. Seeing you asleep holding the lion he got you always makes him want to work faster so he can hold you.
He’ll always hold you and make sure the Lion’s in your arms so that you don’t wake up worried.
He added a magic crystal to the center of the lion so that it can be warmed up. It will stay warm for an hour or so before cooling off.
Lancelot hears soft whimpers from the bed where you lay. He creeps closer to see you on your side holding your stomach, the lion in your arms.
“Alice, are you okay?” His voice is laced with worry and you whimper, clutching the lion closer to your stomach as another cramp rips through your abdomen causing a cry to fall from your lips. Understanding what is going on, the King of Hearts lays behind you and pulls you into his arms.
“Can I see the lion for a moment?” Lancelot asks, resting one warm hand on your abdomen, you nod and reluctantly give up your beloved stuffy. Lance pressed a hand to its stomach and a soft glow emits from the lion's stomach. He gives it back to you, pressing the lion to your stomach, warmth emitting from the animal.
“Lance,” you sigh as the pain in your abdomen starts to lessen and you are able to drift off in the arms of your lover, holding the warm stuffed animal. Lancelot ends up holding you for the rest of the afternoon, making sure the lion helped with any pain and keeping you warm, he loved having you in his arms and seeing you hold the lion and just be vulnerable moved him so much. He makes a silent promise to make sure you are always relaxed and smiling.
❤ Jonah ❤
Jonah doesn’t understand why you have to steal the extra pillows at night to cuddle, especially his favorite fluffy pillow.
He will fall asleep with you in his arms and wake up to find you away from him with a pillow in your arms.
He gets a little jealous at the fact you would rather cuddle the pillow and it takes a while for him to understand it isn’t something that you fully control when you sleep.
Jonah buys a large pillow for you to cuddle and relaxes a little when he sees how happy it makes you.
"Why sleep with that when you can have me?" Jonah huffs as you sheepishly tell him that you can’t sleep without holding a pillow. He crosses his arms and looks away, a slight blush creeping on his cheeks. Jonah doesn't understand how you can cuddle a pillow. That night you fall asleep cuddling him, but wake up with your back against him cuddling a pillow.
A few days go by with this pattern, Jonah is still a little huffy about having to share his night time cuddles with a pillow. He has you close your eyes though and when you open them he is holding a large pillow, it is even bigger than his and is super soft and smells like strawberries.
“If you are going to cuddle a pillow I want it to remind you of me. I don't like that you cuddle just any pillow” He explains looking away with a slight blush on his cheeks. He is secretly happy that you adore the pillow not that he would ever admit it.
Jonah’s new favorite sight is coming back to his room after a long day to see you cuddling the pillow he got you fast asleep. He gets used to cuddling you around the pillow and even enjoys it
♠️ Ray ♠️
Ray is super worried when he notices you haven't been sleeping great since staying with him.
Eventually you admit you usually fall asleep with a stuffed animal. You reveal the animal you had been using that Seth had bought you.
Ray doesn't understand why you are so nervous about it. He kisses you and pulls you into his arms, stuffed animal and all.
He eventually gets you a cat stuffed animal, he doesn’t like the fact you are cuddling something so close that another man got you.
He gets a cat that can also hold a magic crystal and heat up, it quickly becomes your favorite of your stuffed animals.
Ray will shower you with various stuffed animals and lets you keep them in a box under the bed for when you need comforting.
"Hey weirdo, why are you acting all shy?" Ray presses a kiss to your cheek as you look away.
"It's embarrassing" Your voice is muffled since you're hiding it in the stuffed animal Seth got you. Ray softly finds your chin-and lifts your gaze to his. He softly brushes your hair away from your face and takes in your nervous eyes.
“Why?” His voice is gentle as he tries to understand the big deal, clearly this is something important to you and he is trying to understand. You sigh defeated and tell him about the comments you have received in the past about how childish it is and that you were scared of what he was going to think. Ray wraps his arms around you and holds you against him, letting you bury your face as he softly rocks you.
"Hey, it's not a big deal. Everyone has ways they fall asleep, or wierd little quirks." He softly encourages you. The two of you get ready for bed in silence while Ray pulls you into his arms letting you comfortingly hold the stuffed animal, you relax against him and keep the animal tight in your arms, you sleep much better that night.
The next morning Ray leaves early and you feel a little nervous still about your little secret coming out into hiding. Your fears are soon quelled when Ray comes back that night with a cat stuffed animal that has a crystal in its stomach allowing it to heat up for pain or for comfort. You hug him tightly, starting to cry at how happy the little cat makes you.
"See Alice, all that matters is that you are sleeping well and happy. "Ray murmurs as he demonstrates the crystal feature and keeps you close to him, pressing another kiss to your forehead before you both drift off into a peaceful sleep. You thank your stars that you have such a caring, understanding boyfriend as you drift off.
♠️ Luka ♠️
He is confused when you don't want to sleep in the same bed as him. He thinks he did something wrong. He gets really confused and upset, trying to find out what is wrong.
You sheepishly tell him that it is because you have to sleep with a stuffed animal. Luka is slightly confused so you bring him to your room and show him your horde of stuffed animals in the closet. Seth has been giving you cute ones when he finds them after he stumbled on your hobby.
You explain to Luka that they comfort you and Luka tentatively picks one up, not sure how to feel.
He gets a little jealous that Seth knew about your hobby before he did and that Seth has been buying you stuffed animals.
He goes out and gets you a few new ones to keep in his room for when you stay the night. In secret he actually likes running his fingers along the fur of one of the stuffed animals, he can see the appeal of them.
Luka absolutely adores coming back from his late night training to see you curled up in his bed with one of the stuffed animals he bought you. He will fall asleep holding you and the stuffed animals. He’s been sleeping for most of the night since you look so adorable.
Definitely bought matching stuffed animals for you two for your anniversary.
“Fine, do you promise not to laugh?” you look skeptically at Luka who gives a serious nod. You lead him to your room and pull a box from under the bed that is filled with stuffed animals that Seth bought you once he found out you don’t sleep well without them.
“What are these?” Luka pulls a hamster stuffed animal from the box softly running his hands along the soft stuffed animal.
“They are stuffed animals, they make great cuddle companions” You answer and Luka looks confused.
“Why do you hide them?” He looks up meeting your eyes with his inquisitive amber gold ones.
“It is considered childish in my world to have them at my age, but they comfort me and I have trouble sleeping without them. Seth got me these when I first arrived, I’ve been using them ever since. ” I look away in shame as I explain and Luka catches my chin.
“It's okay, I understand.” Luka picks up the hamster one and pulls you out of the room, bringing the stuffed animal and you back to his room for the night.
The next day off he goes out and finds the softest, cutest stuffed animals for you and gives them to you for his room. He runs his fingers along them and smiles softly as he watches your face completely light up at them.
He comes in from training that night to see you cuddling two of them and his heart absolutely melts as he pulls you close, stroking the stuffed animals as well as stroking your hair.
♠️ Fenrir ♠️
Fenrir is extremely calm when he finds out you tend to steal and hug his pillows as you sleep. He finds out by waking up a few nights in a row with his pillow missing from under his head and being in your arms. Apparently you can take his pillow from under his head while he is sleeping and he thinks it is the funniest thing.
Even though you are mortified, he just smiles at you and wraps you up in a hug pulling you and the pillow close to him.
He teases you a little about it, but honestly this boy falls more in love with you, you are so cute curling up hugging a pillow.
He enjoys seeing you so peaceful and if that means getting you a pillow to hold then that is what the Ace of Spades will do for you. The man will find the perfect pillow for you, he has a custom case made for you as well.
He gets used to cuddling you from behind so you can still hold the pillow, he loves wrapping you up in his arms, the pillow rarely gets in the way now.
"Stop laughing" you pout and cross your arms as the Ace of Spades laughs at you.
"There's nothing to be nervous of," Fenrir reaches out to cup your cheek. You brush him off and run your hand through your hair.
"It's embarrassing "You growl, feeling the shame that always settles within you when you are confronted with your sleeping habits.
"Babe, you know there is nothing wrong with hugging a pillow when you sleep right?” You can hear the laughter in his voice and turn away and pout, feeling his arms hold me close, I could feel his chest shaking in laughter.
"Why are you laughing so much?" You growl and Fenrir rests his head against my check.
"I'm laughing because you keep stealing my pillow. From under my head. While I sleep. You creep. "He laughs and you huff, bonking him with a pillow.
"It's not my fault" You yell at him and he sighs, raising his hands.
“Okay Babe I understand, I'm done teasing you. You just look so cute all cuddled up with my pillow " Fenrir apologizes and you feel bad for yelling. A kiss and cuddles make everything better.
2 days later Fenrir comes home with a pillow for you to cuddle that is larger than his and has a custom case. You fall instantly in love, cuddling the pillow and you stop stealing Fenrir’s pillow. Fenrir immediately cuddles you and lets you hold your new pillow, finding your smile the cutest thing in the world as he holds you.
#ikemen revolution#ikerev#ikerev headcanons#ikemen revolution headcanons#Jonah clemence#Luka clemence#lancelot kingsley#ray blackwell#fenrir godspeed
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i have a soft thought... the first time you hug them w all the pedro boys ??
These will be shorter but I be needing a hug rn 🥺
*Gender Neutral
Also I'm so sorry its so long, I'm on mobile and idk how to do the read more thingy
Din Djarin
The first time you hug Din he immediately locks up for a second. Today was a close call and the fact that after you patched him up you all but threw his beskar-less body against yours, breathing out how happy you are hes okay. He absolutely melts into your embrace at that, turning into a limp noodle.
Javier Pena
Hes gonna be grumbly when you hug him the first time. Its before you are offical and everyone was teasing him for his obvious crush on you. You think its kind of adorable so you go up and hug his back to you while he was sitting at his desk. Everyone ended up teasing him even more by how his ears tinged red but he couldn't deny how nice it felt having you pressed against him.
Frankie Morales
Frankie is a hugger already so when your the one to beat him to the physical affection he gets a big boyish smirk as he wraps his arms around you and squeezes you super tight. He absolutely loves hugs and hugging you? Perfection.
Ezra (prospect)
Ezra was not used to physical affection by the time you two were together. He was once upon a time but just too many times hes been burned so he likes to keep himself at a physical distance. The first time you hug him its out of relief, you two got split up and his comm ended up dying. You had no communication with him so you scurried back and waited hours for him to finally stumble through the tent. He's sweaty and exhausted but that doesn't stop you from ripping off his bubble and suit and throwing his body into your arms, clutching at his hair thanking keva he was okay. And Ezra absolutely melts.
Max Phillips
When you first hug Max its after he lost a major sale. You couldnt help it, he just looked so sad! When he feels your arms reach over his chest he all but flings around and tugs you into his lap, whining into your neck of how unfair it all was. Yes the heat leech strikes again.
Pero Tovar
Pero is so not used to physical affection that you think he's in pain when you hug him, thats how stiff his whole body gets. He's just awkward at times and now his mind is racing because you will think him strange and- oh he melts into your arms once your scratch your nails through is hair. He just thinks too much sometimes
Marcus Pike
Hes so used to being the one to start physical intamacy so the minute you yank his arm to shuffle back so you can hug him to your chest while you two watch a movie together he all but purrs in your embrace. He's also a nuzzler so expect chest and tummy nuzzles.
Agent Whiskey
The minute your arms wrap around him he's hoisting you up into a big bear hug. He just gets a bit too ampt at relationship milestones so physical intimacy of any kind is quickly met with loving agression.
Dave York
Aha what...are...you...doing? Is Dave's first internal thought. He's not yet used to letting people stick around and get close so when you hug him when he expresses hes in distress he all but fawns and freezes. Hes stiff and awkward at first but he will eventually melt into your curves as you two snuggle on the couch.
Zach Wellison
Zach tends to still get jumpy so you make sure to fully show him you are going in for a hug before he leaves your place after hanging out, a casual basically-sorta-kinda-definitely date. Hes gonna scoop you up in the warmest most welcoming embrace. He's been missing out on affection for a few years now so now that he has you he has no plans in letting you go.
Omar Assarian
He's another bad boy but secretly a leach. The first time you hug him you're happy its in the privacy of his place because he all but falls into your embrace and traps you under him on the couch. Completely snuggling up into your neck as you can't contain the giggles from his scratchy patchy 5 o'clock shadow tickles your neck.
Marcus Moreno
You first hugged him on a casual movie date. He came over to make dinner together and watch a cheesey rom-com. You end up snuggled up on the love seat as Marcus uses your chest as a pillow, your arms looped over his shoulders, scratching his hair. He's a bit embarrassed he ended up falling asleep on you but you were just so damn comforting.
Maxwell Lord
The first time you hugged Maxwell was when he finally broke down and shared his childhood with you. More so of his abusive father. He's such an expressive man you can see the unshed tears shine in his eyes and you just can't not hold him. You guide his face to hide in your neck as he pulls you up onto his lap. That's when he knew you where his rock and he would do absolutely anything to keep you happy.
#din djarin x reader#mandalorian x reader#javier pena x reader#frankie morales x reader#francisco morales x reader#ezra prospect x reader#ezra (prospect) x reader#max phillips x reader#pero tovar x reader#marcus pike x reader#agent whiskey x reader#dave york x reader#zach wellison x reader#omar assarian x reader#marcus moreno x reader#maxwell lord x reader
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Incorrect Quotes 3
Sorry for not updating in a while, anyway, Merry Christmas! Heres Incorrect Quotes 3!
Ships:
Crossmare
Errorink
Dustberry
Scifell
Horrorlust
Driller/Kreme
Afterdeath
Fandom: Undertale AU’s
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Blue: I'd like to address Ink's annoying personal habits.
Ink: Oh my God! What personal habits?
Blue: I have a list. FYI overuse of the phrase "Oh my God" is number 12.
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Dream: I'm sorry for all the stuff I said.
Ink: And for punching me in the face?
Dream: No, you definitely deserved that.
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Ink: It's a good thing I still have this sexy cat costume!
Blue: I really don't think you were the target audience for that costume.
Lust: There is nothing gendered about a sexy cat.
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Blue: I made tea.
Ink: I don't want tea.
Blue: I didn't make tea for you. This is my tea.
Ink: Then why are you telling me?
Blue: It's a conversation starter.
Ink: That's a lousy conversation starter.
Blue: Oh, is it? We're conversing. Checkmate
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Ink: Am I cool or what?
Geno: What.
Ink: I said, am I cool or-
Geno: Yeah, I heard you.
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Ink: You go big or you go home. And you don’t seem like the kind of person that goes home.
Cross: I’m not. I don’t even really have a home.
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Dust: Those pants look great, and I bet they’d look even better on Horror’s floor.
Horror: Are you hitting on Lust... for me?
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Killer: I've lied to every girl I said "I love you" to. I thought I loved them but then I met you and realized I've never been in love before.
Dream: Aw. I did not know that.
Killer: Yeah, it was eating me up inside. So, I called them each individually and said "I never loved you."
Dream: Okay, that seems unnecessary.
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Blue: We're going mattress shopping.
Dust: You know, once we get it, we'll have to break it in.
Blue: Oh, I hear what you're saying. Mattress trampoline.
Dust:
Blue: Wait, no. You were talking about sex.
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Blue: Uh oh.
Fell: What?
Blue: Somebody's in love.
Fell: Yeah, right. I just think Sci’s cool. It's not like I lay awake at night thinking about him.
Fell, later that night: shit.
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Dream: You guys just got back together. You might not want to ditch him on his birthday.
Blue: I think Dream has a point. You can see it another day.
Ink: But someone might spoil the movie. No one can spoil Error's birthday for me. Surprise, he's even older. Who saw that coming?
Dream: Aww, that's nice. Put that on his cake.
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Dust: We're lost.
Horror: Lost? As in "where the hell are we?"
Dust: We're not totally lost. We're still in Waterfall.
Killer: You said this was a shortcut.
Dust: It is a shortcut! Look how fast we got lost!
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Killer: Before I do anything, I ask myself, would Dust do that? And if the answer is yes, I do not do that thing.
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Cross: Nightmare, I typed up your symptoms into the thing up here, and it says you may have network connectivity problems.
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Cross: I would have been here sooner but the bus kept stopping for other people to get on it.
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Dust: How do you keep your pants up when battling? Its incredible!
Error:
Error: belt.
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Dust: Nightmare!! Theres an ugly monster under my bed!
Killer (who is on the bottom bunk of the bunk bed): Alright. Screw you too!
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Dream: You took so long in the shower!
Ink: Yeah sorry, I was at a concert.
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Cross: Holy crap, you’re so violent-
Error: Yeah, but i'm short so it's adorable.
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Nightmare: I scared them again didn’t I?
Cross: They’re terrified of you-
Nightmare:
Nightmare: That makes me so happy!
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Ink: Error?
Error: What?
Ink: You kicked me in your sleep!
Error: ….who said I was asleep?
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Horror: Why would you give Dust a knife?!
Killer: He felt unsafe.
Horror: Well now I feel unsafe!
Killer: …...would you like a knife as-well?
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Error: Okay, lets stop using the term ‘butt-hurt’. We are adults not 12 year olds.
Cross: You sound fannytroubled.
Ink: A little bootybothered if you asked me.
Dust: Someones having a tushytantrum
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Nightmare: HAS ANYONE SEEN MY SONS?!
Nightmare: OH GOD HORROR!
Nightmare: THAT MOTHERS ADRENALINE IS KICKING IN-
Nightmare: DUST!
Nightmare: I CAN SEE EVERY EQUATION!!
Nightmare: Excuse me ma’am?! Have you seen my sons?! They’re about this tall- all clearly gay but we havent had the talk.
Nightmare: KILLER ARE YOU IN THERE?!
Nightmare: *kicks down trash can violently*
Error:
Error: Cross control your boyfriend jesus-
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Enjoy some quotes from Disney/Nickelodeon Shows!: (I uh- also added some cusswords lol-)
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Dust: I'M PREGNANT-
Killer: You’re not pregnant!
Horror: Wait- who’s pregnant?!
Dust: ME!
Horror: Congratulations!
Killer: He’s not pregnant!
Dust: Easy Killz! I’m with child-!
Killer: You’re not with child!
Horror: I’m gonna be an uncle!!!
Killer: YOU’RE NOT GONNA BE AN UNCLE!
Horror: Then who’s gonna teach the little guy how to ride a bike?!
Error: Calm down Dust! You’re not pregnant.
Dust: Then why am I so moody and nauseous?!
Dust: I think it's the morning sickness!
Error: ...Dust…
Error: you’re a boy.
Dust: ...oh yeah-
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Sci: Sorry, but the convertants of air streams coming from the vents are creating a dangerous draft on the guest chair.
Blue: Alright...but if I catch a cold and start coughing and sneezing uncontrollably it will be on you. LITERALLY-
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Blue: Ink! Geno! Please..! Violence is never the solution-
Blue: *gets hit in the face by a pillow and falls down*
Blue: HECK WITH THE NON-VIOLENCE..! I AM ON YOU LIKE STRIPES ON A TIGER-
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Killer: *snoring on the couch*
Nightmare: Awww- he fell asleep mid clean! I’ll wake him.
Nightmare: KILLER!!!!
Killer: AHH! *sprays cleaning spray on Nightmare’s face*
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Cross: Who took all my scarfs?! I need them for tomorrow--
Dust swinging on a rope made out of cross’s scarfs: *doing a tarzan yell and crashing into the kitchen*
Dust coming out of the kitchen with spoons forks and knifes on him: Now that was awesome!!
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Sci: Well...I brought a book you could read-
Ink: NOOOOOOOOO- *runs away*
Sci: Too easy.
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Blue: I'm a hugger!!!!
Dust: I'M A HUGGIE-
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Killer: I did not see that coming.
Killer: *gets smacked in the arm by a drone* OW!
Nightmare: Apparently you don't see a lot of things coming.
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Horror: ...what's that?
A random stranger: It's lasagna… and it's for a Christmas Party I’m going to.
Horror: We could have a party right now-!
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Cross: What are you all getting Nightmare for his birthday?
Killer: A slightly used lip balm.
Dust: A free hug.
Error: My profound admiration.
Horror: *picks up salt shaker* This salt shaker.
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Ink: Oh, this is my chum bucket! I’m going to catch a giant squid and tame it!
Dream: ...you’re a weird kid.
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Lust: Now all we have to do is wait for the guests to show up!
Lust:
Blue:
Lust: Oh...we forgot to invite people….
Blue: Yup, sure did-
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Nightmare: Its not like anybody died…!
Dream: We haven't seen the rest of the tape…..
Nightmare:
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Killer: IS THAT A TATTOO?!
Killer while rubbing Dust’s arm: COME OFF COME OFF COME OFF!!!
Dust: Hey! The only thing coming off is my arm!
Killer: What am I going to tell Nightmare?! Oh….oh! I got it! We’ll just cut off your arm!
Cross: Good idea! Because that's easier to explain then a tattoo.
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Horror and Dust: *battling with pool noodles*
Blue laying on the ground: HALT!
Horror and Dust: …?
Blue: Does anyone have a pillow? This ground is really hard!
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Killer: Nightmare can you do me a big favor…?
Nightmare: You need a handsome man to go with you to the reunion? No problem...I’ll do it!
Killer: I meant to see if you could call one of your friends or your brother but uh-
Nightmare: *death stare*
Killer: okay...you’ll do-
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Dust: Two days to learn a language?
Dust: I got some spanish for ya! No way Jose- haha!
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Cross: And I’m sorry I said he was my favorite-
Horror: It's alright Dad! To be honest, I always preferred Nightmare.
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Dream: I know there is still some good left in you!
Nightmare: No there isn’t-! Wait.
Nightmare: *visibly cringing*
Nightmare referring to Passive Night: Agrh! There's still a piece of good. DARN IT!
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Dust: *pretends to yawn to sling his arm over Blue to dim the lights*
Dust: Do you mind?
Blue: Not at all. While we’re at it.
Blue: *throws one of Error’s puppets at the radio to play some convenient romantic music*
Blue and Dust: *about to kiss on the couch*
Horror in the kitchen doorway: *holding a glass of milk* What are you doing?
Blue and Dust: AH! HORROR!
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Ink: What are you saying? That I’m dumb?!
Error: Well- no… you’re just not very….thinky.
Ink: Thinky? Why did you say that?!
Error: Because Geno told me I cant call you dumb.
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Dream: Hey Killer? Can you get me some punch?
Killer: Sure, I’ll be right back.
Passive Nightmare: Cross? Can you get me some punch too?
Cross: What? Your feet dont work?
Passive:
Cross: Ice or no ice…?
Passive: Surprise me.
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Nightmare: If you all want your phones….
Nightmare: *shows box of phones* They’re right here.
Blue:
Dream:
Horror:
Dust:
Killer:
Ink:
Blue visibly shaking:
Dream: Blue…
Blue starts vibrating a bit:
Dream: Blue.
Blue starts vibrating:
Dream: BluE-
Blue: *war scream*
Everyone except Nightmare and Blue: OH SHIT-
Blue: I NEED MY PHONE- *starts running at nightmare*
Everyone else: BLUE NO *tries to restrain Blue*
Blue screaming: *kicks Ink in the stomach causing him to fall backwards*
Dust and Horror screaming: *trying to hold Blues legs and arms*
Blue still screaming: *elbows Horror in the ribs*
Horror letting go of Blue: OW!!
Dust accidentally lets his grip loosen on Blue: HOLY SHIT! HORROR?!
Blue who is still screaming: *pushing Dust to the ground and running at the box* I NEED MY PHONE-
Killer: *tackles Blue*
Dream: *helping Killer restrain Blue*
Ink: *confused screaming*
Nightmare: *laughing*
Blue: *flips over also flipping over Killer and kicking him in the chest*
Killer: FUCK! *rolls over and clutches onto his chest*
Dream: HOLY CRAP BLUE CALM DOWN- *grabs onto both of Blue’s arms*
Blue screaming and kicks Dream in the shin: I NEED MY PHONE-
Dream: *falls down grabbing his shin* MOTHER FU-
Blue running and grabbing the box of phones: GIVE ME MY PHONE-
Ink trying to grab hold of Blue: BLUE WAIT-
Blue screaming and hits Ink in the face with the box: AHHH
Everyone else except Ink: *charging at Blue*
Blue grabs phone from out of the box: I GOT IT I GOT IT-
Horror: *hoists up a screaming Blue in the air*
Dust: *grabbing Blue from the thighs lifting him up even more*
Killer: *grabbing Blue’s phone from his hands*
Blue: NOOOOOO-
Killer: *puts Blue’s phone in the box*
Blue screaming and squirming: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Ink: *grabbing a chair*
Dream: *helping Dust and Horror restrain Blue*
Blue: *flipping around screaming and kicking*
Nightmare: *still laughing*
Everyone: *sets Blue down on the chair Ink grabbed*
Dream, Horror, and Dust: *holding Blue down on the chair and shushing him*
Blue: *calms down*
Ink: Holy shit...
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Here are more incorrect quotes:
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Killer: Hey do you want to- stop screaming, its just me- do you want to watch a movie with me?
Dream: I'M IN THE SHOWER-
Killer: Okay well when you’re done with that do you want to watch a movie with me?
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F!Frisk: You don't think I can fight because I'm a girl.
Blue: I don't feel like you can fight because you are in a wedding dress. But for what it's worth, I don't think Ink could fight in that dress either.
Ink: Perhaps not, but I would make a radiant bride.
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Classic banging on the closet door: Fell! Open up!
Fell: Well, it all started when I was born-
Classic: No I meant-
Blue: Shh....let him finish.
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Dust: *sneaking in through the window at 2am*
Nightmare *flicking on the light and turning around in his chair*: So, Where were you?
Dust: I-I was with Cross!
Cross *turning around in his chair*: Wanna try again..?
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Epic: Bruh, I want to give you the whole world but like...I only have 20 bucks.
Cross: Dude, come here.
Epic: *moves closer*
Cross: *hugs him*
Cross: I don't have any money but I got the world right here in my arms.
Epic: B r u h...
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Killer: How high was I last night?
Dream: You forgot what milk was and called it cereal water.
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Blue to Ink: What time is it...?
Ink: Don't know. Hand me that flute and I'll find out
*Ink plays the flute*
Dream: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE FLUTE AT 2 AM?!
Ink: It's 2am
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Cross doing a CROSS-word puzzle: I need a 9 letter word for disappointment....
Ink: Nightmare.
Dream and Cross slowly rising from their seats: Are you ready to fucking die..?
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Blue: How do Horror and Dust get out of these messes?
Killer: They don't. They just make a bigger mess to cancel out the first one.
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Passive Nightmare: Do I want to be feared or loved? Easy.
Passive: Both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me.
Cross under his breath: Then I'm fucking terrified.
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Ink: I'd like everybody's attention. Christmas is canceled.
Blue: You can't cancel a holiday.
Ink: Keep it up, Blue, and you'll lose New Year's.
Blue: What does that mean?
Ink: Dream, take New Year's away from Blue.
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Lust: okay so the gingerbread house instructions say to be very delicate-
Sci: *holding power drill* DELICACY!!!
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Killer: I can't believe you and Horror broke the bed last night.
Dust: It must have been wild.
Lust: Haha... Yeah...
[Last Night]
Lust: Bet 35G you can't jump high enough to touch the ceiling.
Horror: Try me.
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Cross: Hey ya'll. So, I know I'm the new guy here, but I think I can speak for everyone when I say... I don't know what the fuck is going on.
The Bad Guys: Agreed.
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[Sets kitchen on fire]
Dust: shit- we need an adult.
Horror: You ARE an adult!
Dust looking extremely terrified: oh...oh fuck.
Horror: WE NEED AN ADULTIER ADULT. QUICK GO GET KILLER!
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Nightmare: It's hard being the leader of the bad guys sometimes, but I love them all and that's all what matters-
Horror: Nightmare! Me, Fell, Dust, Killer, and Lust tried to make ramen in the coffee pot and we broke everything....
Nightmare: [inhales]
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Killer: You need a hobby Dust.
Dust: I already have a hobby Killer.
Killer: How many times do I have to tell you stalking Blue is not a hobby.
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Error: Ink? Why are you on top of the fridge?
Ink: Can I not be wherever I want?! Maybe I like it up here!
Error:
Error: Wheres the spider?
Ink, quietly: Underneath the table...
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Dust: I have come up with a three-step plan to get Nightmare to marry you!
Cross: Okay...Im listening....
Dust: Step one! Get him to play truth or dare.
Cross: Never mind please stop.
Dust: Step two! Wait for him to pick dare.
Cross: Dust. I swear.
Dust: Step three! Dare him to marry you.
Cross: God damn it.
Horror from another room: IT MIGHT WORK!
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Killer: Synonyms are weird. Because if you invite someone to your cottage in the forest, that just sounds nice and cozy, but if someone invites you to a cabin in the woods, you're going to die.
Blue: My favorite is 'butt-dial' vs 'booty call'
Sci: It's called connotation
Lust: Also, 'forgive me father for I have sinned'
Lust winking at horror: Vs 'sorry daddy, I've been naughty'
Horror whose face is now completely red: I-
Nightmare: Congrats! Language has officially been canceled.
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Dream, joking: I should have Killer kill you for that
Killer from another room: who?
Dream: Oh no its okay, I was kidding around-
Killer, walking in, with a hammer and knife in both hands: No, is he bothering you?
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Classic teaching Fell how to drive: Alright, you see Dust walking in the middle of the road. What do you hit?
Fell: ...oh definitely Dust.
Classic: The brakes Fell! You hit the brakes.
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Dust: Quick! Take my hand!
Blue: *grabs Dusts hand* Now what?
Dust: Nothing. I just wanted to hold hands!
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Cross upset: I hate you guys and I'm never talking to a single one of you ever again!
[10 minutes later]
Cross kissing everyone's forehead: Goodnight Horror, Goodnight Lust, Goodnight Dust, Goodnight Killer, Goodnight Error.
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Blue: Psst! Error!
Error: what?
Blue: I made this friendship bracelet for you!
Error: Blue... you know I'm not really a jewerly person...
Blue: Oh. Its okay! You dont have to wear it-
Error: No. I'm going to wear it forever back off.
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Dust: Me and Killer get along fine! Right Killz?
Killer: I've never been more stressed out in my entire life.
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Cross: I guess I'm just too tough to cry.
Horror: Just yesterday you were crying about snakes.
Cross sobbing a little: THEY DON'T HAVE ARMS HORROR-
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Reaper: Hey bitches!!! I've got starbuckssss-
Dust: YAY!!!
Error: FUCK YEAH-
Lust: AWESOME!
Nightmare: Reaper...please...its 3 am in the morning....
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Dream: Are you a cuddler?
Killer: I AM A MACHINE OF DEATH AND DESTRUCTION- yeah I'm a cuddler.
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Classic: Dont talk to me.
Papyrus: What happened brother?
Classic: I went and joined a Sans look-alike contest...
Classic: AND LOST-
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Dream: Sibling relationships are weird.
Dream: Like, I'd give Nightmare my spine but no way is he borrowing my charger.
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Dust: Whats it like dating Nightmare?
Cross: One timeI asked him for water while he was still mad at me, and he brought be a full glass of ice and said "wait".
Dust:
Cross:
Cross: I love him-
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Dust: I can't go. Stress is bad for the baby.
Killer: What baby?
Dust: Me.
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Ink: I hate it when people ask me "whats the stupidest thing you've done?" Like bold of you to assume I've reached peak dumbass.
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Nightmare: If someone ever kidnapped you, I would hunt them down to the ends of the earth so I could kill them.
Cross: If you asked I would literally kill everyone in this room with no hesitation.
Dream [A little terrified and disturbed]: You know this is not what normal couples say to each other right...?
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Geno: How do you politely tell someone you want to hit them in the face with a brick?
Sci: One wishes to acquaint your facial features in a fundamental item used in building walls. Repeatedly.
Lust shedding a fake tear: Thats the most beautiful thing I've ever heard....
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Blue, opening a Capri-sun: Guess I'll just drink my sorrows away.
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Sorry if I posted a quote twice-
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Third Time’s the Charm // Wilmon
Summary: Wilhelm kisses Simon three times before he gets the hint.
Word Count: ~2600
A/N: A little in-universe fic to tie us over. Based on prompts from this prompt list *shamelessly plugs my prompts blog @deity-prompts *. Also I haven’t written fanfiction is a while so I’m a little rusty.
gif credits: @princewilhelm
Wilhelm kisses Simon three times before he gets the hint.
The first time is at Rosh's soccer final. The pair (and Ayub) had gone to every single game of the season, rain, or shine. They stood at the side lines. The night air gripped them through their puffy coats. Flood lights illuminate their breaths. Wilhelm and Simon pressed shoulders to 'help keep them warm'.
The game is intense. The ball is sent over and back again and again. Fouls are left and right. Fights even break out. The crowd hold their breath, each moment electric. Simon is so focused on the game that he forgets where he is. He forgets who he's with and who he is. All he can concentrate on is Rosh.
The whistle blows, once, twice, three times. Rosh punches the air with a victorious scream. The crowd erupts. Everyone rushes onto the pitch. They clutch each other into hugs, exchanging "congratulations!" and kisses on the cheek. Simon sprints to Rosh, grabbing her tightly. She slaps his back and yells something he can't hear. Ayub pushes him out of the way and hugs Rosh. Simon staggers back with a laugh. Wilhelm is in front of him. His eyes sparkle with happiness and Simon can't help but smile.
Before he can hug him, Wilhelm places his hands on Simons cheeks and quickly kisses him. The kiss barely lasts two seconds, but time seems to freeze. Simon short-circuits.
Before he can process or kiss him back, Wilhelm is already hugging someone else and Ayub is grabbing Simon.
"SHE DID IT! FUCKING YEAH!"
The night moves on. Everyone goes out to celebrate, still full of energy until they part in the early hours. As Simon celebrates, he can't help but think about Wilhelm kissing him. Did he kiss him or did he imagine it? No, it definitely happened. He can't imagine the electricity pulsing through him. He can't imagine the rush and heat he felt.
But that doesn't mean Wilhelm wanted to kiss him. It was an intense game. Everyone was celebrating. It was probably just a "hey bro, we did it! let's celebrate!" kiss. Wilhelm would've kissed anyone, Simon just happened to be there.
That's what Wilhelm is acting like. He's hugging everyone he comes across. Simons not sure if that's because Wilhelm is a hugger or because he's buzzed on celebratory drinks. Either way, he's not treating Simon any different. He's still talking to him like they're regular bros who like regular sports and other regular things.
It was nothing, Simon decides.
• ❤︎ •
The second time is at Felice's birthday party. She spares no expense. The common room is decked with streamers, balloons, and stocked with alcohol. Everyone is wearing the most extravagant outfits they have. The birthday girl has braided her hair short as a boys, and wears a purple robe that reaches her heels. Simon wears a black, glittery blazer over his bare chest with waist high black trousers. The lack of shirt was probably a good idea, considering people keep bumping into him and spilling their drinks.
The music is practically deafening. You can't walk two steps without knocking shoulders with someone. Simon keeps to the back of the room, fiddling with the hem of his blazar as the party unfolds in front of him. Sara keeps him company, chatting his ear off about something he can't hear. The only thing he can focus on is a certain prince across the room.
Simon barely notices when Sara tugs at his sleeve.
"Si! I'm going to find Felice. Don't just stand here for the whole night. Go talk to someone"
She disappears into the sea of drunk teenagers. There's no way Sara was telling him to go talk to Wilhelm specifically, but that's all Simon wants to do. Actually, he wants to skip the talking and pin Wilhelm against the wall.
But Simon can't do it. He's glued with his back against a wall as people make out around him. He can't mess things up with Wilhelm. He can't scare him off. He can't lose a great friend on the tiny chance he might get a boyfriend. Simon repeats this like a mantra to the beat of the music.
None of this stops him checking out Wilhelm, the crowd acting as a safety buffer. His simple yellow shirt is plain considering the occasion. He made up for it by covering his hair with glitter that has fallen onto his face and shoulders.
He watches as an already tipsy Wilhelm finishes his drink. He's surrounded by people (probably his friends). He suddenly cracks up at some joke they say. Glitter explodes into the air with the quick movement of his head. A shiny halo illuminates his face. God, he's beautiful when he laughs.
"Simon! Simon Simon Simon" Felice nearly falls on top of him. "I'm so glad you're here- and you look amazing"
"Thanks, so do you- and happy birthday" Simon has never been good at taking compliments.
"You're too kind. I'll admit, I can't get enough of my cape. Hey, you should try it on! Purple is definitely your colour"
"Oh no I couldn't-"
"Oh yes you could. Let's swap jackets. I promise I'll give it back"
Next thing Simon knows, Felice is slipping off her cloak-y thing to reveal a white blouse and black skirt. She takes Simon's jacket, even giving him a spin.
"We look stunning" she says as Simon wraps her robe around him. It looks a bit weird on him, but it's soft and smells nice. Felice sips her drink, and frowns. "My cup is empty. Can I get you a drink?"
"Uh- sure"
Felice disappears into the crowd. Simon goes back to looking for Wilhelm, but he's nowhere to be seen. He scans the crowd carefully. Wow, there's a lot of people here. A lot of bodies. The air is thick. The music is too loud. The room is too small. Simon needs to get out.
He excuses his way towards the door, not stopping until he's breathing in the night air. He leans next to the door, careful to keep Felice's robe clean. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Simon can only handle parties for a short while before he needs a break.
He stares up at the sky. Deep breath in, deep breath out. The stars are like glitter. The moon shines brightly at him. Deep breath in. He can't find Wilhelm, but at least he can spot the Man In The Moon. Deep breath out.
He's grounded again. He knows he should go home soon, but he figures a bit longer inside wont hurt. He gets up to go inside and find Felice when the door swings open. A yellow shirt stumbles into the night, glitter sparkling in the moonlight.
Simon finally found Wilhelm- or, rather, Wilhelm found him.
Wilhelm finds his footing, looking around. He finally spots Simon by the door.
"There you are!" He exclaims. There I am?
If Simon moves fast enough, he can slip back inside before Wilhelm even notices him. He can grab Sara and pretend he never came to the party. Before he can put his plan into effect, Wilhelm is cupping his face again.
Wilhelm kisses him. Simon is quicker to react this time. He kisses back, his plan to escape already forgotten. Wilhelm pulls back for a moment to tilt his head to the side. Simon holds the back of his neck, running his fingers through his hair. Glitter falls around them.
Wilhelm's hands slip behind Simon's robe, pulling him closer. Simon shivers as his hands run up and down his back. He drowns in bliss, finally getting to kiss Wilhelm the way he always wanted to.
When Wilhelm finally pulls back, his eyes stay closed.
"Oh" he sighs softly. "Oh . . . I'm about to throw up. Excuse me"
Without even looking at Simon, Wilhelm turns and staggers around the corner. Simon hears retching. His escape plan kicks in. He practically runs back into the party, nearly knocking people over as he finds Felice.
He finds her giggling with Sara, who's cheeks are blushes deep red. They swap their clothes back, re-completing Felice's outfit. She truly looks stunning, tonight more than ever. Up close, her hair is woven more intricately than he realised. It's as short as his but looks ten times better.
Oh God- with the short hair and purple cloak, he probably looks just like Felice. Especially to someone who's drunk. Wilhelm didn't mean to kiss him. He meant to kiss Felice. Now Simon feels like he's going to throw up.
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The third time is after Parents Day. Simon spent the days leading up to it avoiding Wilhelm. He probably doesn't remember the kiss at all but Simon wont chance it. He won't give Wilhelm the opportunity to reject him. This doesn’t stop him from looking at him for a little too long from across the room. This doesn’t stop Wilhelm looking back.
His ingenious “if I ignore him he can’t reject me” plan fails, however, when Wilhelm sits with his family as they eat. Simon can't take his eyes off him as he chats with Simon and Felice's family. Wilhelm combs his fingers through his hair, licks his lips, laughs along to jokes. Simon soaks up every minute of it.
Dinner plates empty. Belts are loosened. Waiters come around to collect dishes and Simon starts to panic. Wilhelm has been glancing at him again and again throughout the dinner. He's definitely going to corner Simon and let him down. Tell him to forget all about the kiss (if he even remembers it). Simon pulls out his phone.
Simon
I need you to pick me up
Ayub
Thought you were at the parents dinner
Cant ur mom take u home?
Simon
I'll explain later
If you pick me up right now I'll be forever grateful
Ayub
I'll be outside in ten
You owe me one
Simon
I love you more than life itself
Simon rests his phone on the table, slightly less panicked. As soon as people start getting to their feet, he bolts. Out the door. Our of the school. He only slows when his feet crunches on the front road's gravel.
Ayub arrives right on time. Simon jumps on his bike before he can ask what's going on. It isn't until the next day that Simon comes to a shocking realisation: he left his phone at Hillerska.
• ❤︎ •
"Didn't think I'd be back here so soon" Ayub says as he drops Simon off.
"I'll be in and out, I promise. Everyone's gone home so I'll be able to find it and grab it"
"Here, call yourself on my phone. You can follow the ringing"
"Where would I be without you"
Ayub tosses his phone and gestures for Simon to go. He pushes open the doors. Hillerska feels haunted without students bustling through the halls. It's like a museum. Simon opens Ayub's phone and calls himself.
It's probably in the dining room where they ate. He walks towards it, listening intently for his ringtone. What he doesn't expect is for someone to pick up.
“Hello?”
Simon stares at the phone for a moment before pressing it to his ear. ". . . Hello?"
“Simon? That you?”
“Wille!" Perfect. The one person he was trying to not talk to. "Sorry, I didn’t recognise your voice”
"Don't worry about it, I don't think you were expecting me to answer"
"Yeah, uh, you have my phone. That's why I was calling it. I must've left it here yesterday"
"Where are you? I can drop it off"
"I'm already at Hillerska so I can just grab it. Want me to come to you?"
"Just start walking, we'll find each other"
Simon decides to go in the general direction of Wilhelm's dorms. It really does feel like a museum. Each alcove is like a display he can't touch. His footsteps echo.
“So . . . what’re you doing with my phone?” Simon asks.
“I actually didn’t know it was yours. It was left on one of the tables, so I took it in case the owner came looking for it”
“And here I am”
“And here you are”
Simon can't help but smile. He's sure he can hear Wilhelm smiling too.
Wilhelm takes a deep breath. “I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you”
“Talk to me?”
“Yeah. Um . . . it's about Felice's party"
Simon stops. Here it is. Everything has backfired and now the one thing he didn't want to talk about has come up.
"Simon? You there?"
"Yes! Uh yes I am." He rubs a hand across his face. Play it cool. "What about her party?"
"I'm sorry that I was so drunk that night. I figured I'd need some . . . liquid courage but I guess I had too much"
"Yeah. It was a uh, a wild night" Simon feels like he's choking on his own heart. He distracts himself by looking around at the hallway. He's not even sure where in the school he is. He's more focused on not throwing up.
"Do you remember that night?"
Play it cool. "Anything specific you want me to remember?"
There's a moment of silence. Simon can hear Wilhelm's footsteps through the phone.
"If you want to forget that night and move on like nothing happened, we can definitely can"
Simon doesn't want to forget. It's all he can think about.
"Do you want to forget about it?" Simon asks, swallowing.
Wilhelm's walking slows as he thinks. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable"
"I don't . . . I wasn't uncomfortable"
There's a beat. "I'm glad. That-that you weren't uncomfortable"
"I'm a little uncomfortable now" Simon laughs awkwardly. His tension eases a little when Wilhelm laughs too.
"I'm sorry. I just don't know how to talk about this" Simon kicks his feet against the floor.
"I have to say, I didn't think I'd be talking to you about this over the phone"
"I didn't think you'd want to talk about this at all. I thought you were going to avoid me forever"
"Hey, you're the one who was avoiding me"
"Yeah yeah I know" Simon smiles.
Wilhelm takes a deep breath and exhales. "I really wanted to kiss you that night. That's why I got so drunk I needed a confidence boost. It uh, it didn't help that you ignored the kiss at Rosh's game"
Simon's jaw drops in a smile. "I didn't ignore it! I just panicked. I figured it was a spur of the moment celebration"
"None of it was spur of the moment. I've wanted to kiss you for a while"
"You have?"
"You didn't notice?"
"Not at all. If I did, I probably would've kissed you"
Simon hears him stop and smile. “Simon, you are the smartest idiot I ever met”
He hangs up. He hangs up? Simon looks at the phone as if it holds the answer. His brow furrow as a hand grabs his shoulder from behind. He turns, that there he is.
"Hi" they say in unison.
Wilhelm's hands are on Simon's shoulders. He holds his gaze with a smile. Simon completely forgets how to breathe. All he can think about his Wilhelm being so close to him and his lips being right there because really they're right there-
"Can I kiss you again?" Wilhelm asks.
Simon nods.
Wilhelm kisses him for the third time. It's hesitant- like he's testing the waters to see if Simon is willing to swim. Before he can pull away, Simon yanks him back in. His hands thread through Wilhelm's hair as Wilhelm wraps his arms around his waist. They pull each other impossibly close. It's their third-first-kiss and it is perfect.
#wilhelm x simon#young royals#wilmon fanfiction#wilmon fanfic#wilhelm x Simon fanfiction#wilhelm x Simon fanfic#young royals fanfic#edvin ryding#omar rudberg
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Solace
(Spencer Reid x Reader)
The one where plus size!Reader is struggling with her body image and Spencer gives her a boost of confidence.
Length: 2.8k (whew, i got really carried away, this hit home)
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“Good morning, lovely crime fighters!” Y/N chirped as she walked into the bullpen, holding a file which indicated that they had another case. She had replaced JJ as the communications liaison when JJ became a profiler.
She was a hugger. She hugged everyone, hoping to make them feel more human as they took on the cruelest of the cruel. Everyone welcomed her hugs, even Spencer. Hell, especially Spencer. She was the BAU’s resident ray of sunshine and Spencer quickly realized how much he’d needed her positive energy in his life. Today, however, she gasped as she hugged him tight.
“Spencer, this cardigan is so soft!” She exclaimed excitedly, one of her hands running up and down one of the sleeves of his lavender cardigan. It was his favorite color. The action alone sent Spencer into a spiral of emotions. He didn’t know which to deal with first: his stomach erupting in butterflies, every inch of his skin heating up and reddening, or the fuzz she created in his brain.
“I-uh…um, y-yeah! It is!” Spencer stammered as she stared up at him.
Morgan and Emily exchanged a knowing look and scoffed at their coworker’s obliviousness. The two have been dancing around their feelings for each other and the entirety of the BAU took notice. They all filed into the conference room where Y/N presented them with the case.
“Time is of the essence with this case, wheels up in 30.” Hotch stated as he picked up his file and left.
The case was tough and almost all the leads were dead ends. A few days into the case, Spencer and Y/N were the only ones left in the police station. Spencer stared intensely at the geographical profile he’d created from his seat, hoping something new would come to him. Y/N picked at her dinner in boredom, but mostly out of a loss of appetite. Spencer noticed that she had her chin propped up by her palm, lost in her own thoughts.
“Hey, everything alright? You should really finish your dinner so you can get some energy.” His soft voice took her out of her head. He’d noticed how she hated eating in front of others, always preferring to eat alone. She gave him a weak smile and nodded, noticing that his takeout container was empty.
“Yeah, I just…don’t feel like eating.” He nodded, understanding but also decided not to prod any further. He hoped she would confide in him if there was anything else on her mind.
They caught the unsub a day later and were on the jet back home before they knew it. Y/N took one of the window seats and immediately zoned out, eyes staring out the window into the blackness of the night sky. Her arms had automatically wrapped around her body in an attempt to hide it from the world.
Spencer took the seat across from her and watched as she retreated into the darkness of her own mind. Even the sun had to set every day. She felt his gaze on her and somehow felt him scrutinize every inch of her skin.
An hour went by and the air conditioning in the jet had gotten too cold for Y/N’s liking. Spencer looked up from his book to find her body shivering slightly, her hands only doing the best they could to warm her up as she tried to create warmth. Spencer reached into his go-bag and found the cardigan that she had complimented him on.
“Here, take this.” Spencer once again ripped her from her own head. His hand holding the soft piece of fabric as his arm extended to reach her. A look of panic danced across her features as she eyed it. She began to shake her head profusely.
“No, no, no! It’s okay! I’m f-fine, I don’t need it…” She sputtered out quickly. The truth is, she knew it wouldn’t fit her and she would rather stub her pinkie toe one hundred times than admit it.
“Y/N, you’re literally shivering. Just take it.” Spencer insisted, setting it down on the table between them.
“No, Spencer, you don’t understand. I can’t put it on.” She stated firmly.
His confusion was evident on his features. Did she think he’d be grossed out if she put it on? Oh God, did it smell bad? No, he’s sure he washed it. She looked like she might cry, her eyes glossing over and her lip quivering slightly, it would have probably gone unnoticed by anyone else but him. Spencer’s heart shattered as a wave of realization hit him.
She thought it wouldn’t fit her.
The material was quite elastic, he thought it could stretch on her a little but he didn’t mind at all. He knew his frame wasn’t large or impressive, but never in a million years had he meant to make her feel uncomfortable.
She saw the realization hit him and she wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball and disappear. The silence between them was deafening to her.
“It’s alright, you don’t have to put it on if you don’t want to. You can just use it as a makeshift blanket.” He smiled softly, glancing down at the cardigan then back up at her. He saw her eyes soften slightly.
She knew she’d break into tears if she used her voice so she resorted to nodding and giving him another of her weak smiles. He rested back into his seat after he watched her drape it over her figure. It smelled like him, like laundry detergent and coffee and it brought her a sense of comfort.
After she made sure his attention went back to his book, she had no control over the tear that escaped from the corner of her eye. She quickly wiped it away with his cardigan. She didn’t even know what she was crying about. On one hand, Spencer was sweet enough to offer her his cardigan, but on the other, the dread she felt knowing it wouldn’t fit her was weighing her down. She knew he was just being Spencer and he didn’t mean to make her uncomfortable, but even the softest of fabrics couldn’t pull her away from her intrusive thoughts.
The rest of the journey was silent aside from the soft hum of Morgan’s music and the sound of Spencer turning pages. Y/N tried to get some sleep but couldn’t shake the thoughts away. As the plane landed, she folded up the cardigan neatly and returned it to Spencer, who just smiled and put it away. He knew he probably shouldn’t say anything, but he felt like he had to. Just as their feet reached the ground, Y/N began to take off in the direction of her car.
“Y/N, wait! Please.” Spencer called after her and she turned to him reluctantly. He made sure to wait until everyone else was out of earshot before he began stuttering nervously, “About earlier, I really hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable, t-that wasn’t my intention. I’m so sorry if I made you feel bad or anything.” His voice displayed true regret and she could practically hear the thumping of his heart against his chest.
She smiled a little at the flustered doctor and shook her head. She rested her hand on top of his as it was clutching the strap of his messenger bag. She felt the muscles relax under her touch.
“Spencer, relax. I know you meant no harm. Thank you, I really appreciated it. You’re a sweetheart, it’s just difficult sometimes when…” she trailed off and shook her head when she couldn’t even begin to explain what she was feeling, “nevermind. It’s really late, I should get home.” She wasn’t exactly in the mood to bare her soul to Spencer about her body image issues.
He nodded in understanding, hating that she felt that way. He was determined to make her feel better though. As they parted ways, Spencer thought of a way he could make it up to her.
Next Monday came around and Y/N walked through the bullpen to get to her office. Barely anyone had come in yet. She found a gift box sitting on top of her desk. Dumbfounded, she looked around to possibly find the culprit, but she couldn’t see anyone. She walked towards it and found a note taped to the top of the box. She recognized the handwriting immediately.
“This one’s all yours.” Spencer had scribbled as nicely as he could.
She opened the box and reached in. Her sense of touch told her more information than her eyes could have. It was the same material of Spencer’s cardigan. She pulled it out of the box to reveal the same exact cardigan he owned but in her own size. Warmth flooded through her heart and all the way out to the tips of her fingers. He went out of his way to make her feel happy and that alone melted away any negative feeling that had consumed her. She held the cardigan close to her chest as if it were a surrogate for Spencer as tears brimmed her eyes. She was so caught up in her emotions that she didn’t hear him come in.
He closed the door of her office slowly so as to not startle her and her eyes snapped up from the cardigan to meet with his warm ones as they tried to gauge her reaction. She didn’t even think to use her words so she made her way around the desk and wrapped him in a hug. His arms welcomed her and he felt a wave of relief hit him.
“Thank you, Spencer. You have no idea how much this means to me.You really didn’t have to do this.” she mumbled, her words muffled by her cheek against his chest. He bent his neck down and bravely placed a kiss to the top of her head.
“I’d do anything for you, Y/N.” He replied sweetly as his hands rubbed her back. He heard her sniffle into his chest. He raised a hand to rest it at the back of her head in hopes of seeing her face, “Is everything alright?” he asked as soon as she met his eyes.
As she looked up at him, he saw the pain in her eyes but it was mixed with something else that he could only identify as adoration. Did she adore him as much as he hoped she would?
She nodded slightly, not breaking eye contact with him. Having him this close was so nice, she had a hard time thinking again. His other hand came up to her face and she allowed for his thumb to gently wipe the tears from under her eyes. She smiled wider at the gesture and Spencer hoped his knees wouldn’t buckle under his weight.
“You’re an angel, Dr. Reid.” She teased and he smiled at the name, rolling his eyes playfully but kept a steady hand on her back and the other was cupping her face gently.
“So, do you wanna tell me what’s been going on up there?” He glanced up towards her forehead. Her smile faltered and he half-wished that he never asked. He felt her sigh against his chest and she pulled away from him.
“It’s nothing…” she began as she sat down in one of the chairs parallel to her desk, typically meant for visitors, “I don’t even know where to begin, Spence.” Her voice sounded defeated as she toyed with the cardigan in her hands. Spencer took a seat across from her but kept silent, hoping his silence would encourage her to continue.
“I know…I’m not…skinny and I don’t look like JJ or Emily or anything. And it’s really easy for me to get caught up in the self-deprecating thoughts, you know? And…most of the time I can just ignore it because I try my best to stay healthy and stuff, but sometimes it’s not enough and I start…” she broke off, huffing, “it doesn’t matter.” She shook her head, keeping her gaze floorbound.
He watched her in disbelief as she spoke, he had no idea she thought of herself that way, especially when he consistently thought she was the most beautiful woman in every single room she walked into.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to continue.” he reached for her hand with bravery and was delighted when she let him take it. She could feel how gentle he was with her and it made her heart flutter.
“Listen to me, Y/N. I know how easy it can be to let ourselves succumb to the thoughts we have about ourselves. We always think we can define our worth by ourselves. But you don’t see it. You don’t see how beautiful you are. You don’t see the way your eyes light up like fireworks when you talk about something you’re excited about. You don’t see how we could practically use your smile as a flashlight from how bright it is. You also don’t get to hear your laugh, your real laugh, it’s so damn melodic I want to make it my ringtone. That sounds kind of creepy and I don’t know if that made any sense and I’m aware that I’m rambling, but my point is: you don’t know how beautiful you are to me. And I know the shape of your body bothers you, but honestly, you are the most beautiful woman in the world to me, not just because of what you look like but also because you are the most genuine person I’ve ever met. You’re magnetic and your pull is strong enough to send me spiraling, Y/N, even though that statement is technically impossible due to the laws of physics–but I won’t get into that at the moment. And if you don’t believe me now, I’ll spend the rest of my life telling you until you do believe it.” He took a deep breath after his confession. She was looking at him now, completely speechless with tears racing down her face.
“I’m sorry if I overwhelmed you, Y/N. I just thought you needed to know how I felt about you.” Spencer stood, but she refused to let go of his hand, leading her to stand with him and tugged on it to keep him close to her.
“Spencer…you-” she began but she shook her head as if to gain control over her mental processes, “Spencer, you are my God given solace. You…you come in here and you literally sweep me off my feet and expect to run away? No, no, no. Now that I have you, I am never, ever, going to let you go.” She whispered the last part as she took hold of his tie and pulled on his tie gently to bring his face level with hers and pressing her lips to his gently. He reciprocated the gentle kiss and his hands found their way up to her face, cradling it and pulling it closer. He had never felt so flooded with emotion before that moment and all he could think about was her soft lips gliding against his and the way her hands rested on his chest. Soon, they pulled apart for breath and they both broke into the largest grins their faces could possibly muster.
“So…are you gonna try it on?” Spencer laughed as he took notice of the cardigan that was now laying on the floor. She had dropped it in the act of passion that had just occurred between them.
She saw it and laughed, “Yes!” she picked it up from the floor and put it on quickly. She didn’t even care that it didn’t go well with her outfit. It fit her like a glove and Spencer couldn’t help but grin at her.
Outside her office, in the bullpen, Morgan sauntered over to Spencer’s desk with a coffee in his hand, “Where’s the kid?”
JJ and Emily nodded their heads towards Y/N’s office and Morgan let out an ‘ah’ of understanding, a knowing smile plastered across his features.
The door to her office swung open and the two of them walked out with grins literally reaching up to their ears. Morgan couldn’t help but whistle as he saw the way the young couple shared a loving look.
“Finally! My God, we were getting impatient!” Emily exclaimed as the pair made their way over to where they were sitting. Morgan immediately reached up to ruffle Spencer’s hair and Spencer swatted his hand away.
“Nice cardigan, Y/N.” JJ smirked and raised a brow at her friend and the pair shared another loving look.
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Craving
Spencer Reid x (female) Reader
Word Count: 1465
Warnings: Withdrawal symptoms, addiction recovery, mentions of (canon) violence. Angst with a happy ending.
A/N: For the “dream sequence” square on my @cmbingo card!
It’s not the cravings that almost break him, and it’s not the physical withdrawal symptoms. It’s the insomnia, and then it’s the dreams.
Spencer can’t sleep for two days. Those first forty-eight hours are a blur of sweat and nausea and wanting.
Spencer is used to that part: wanting. He’s used to wanting things he can’t have — wanting them so badly it feels like he’s being crushed by the weight of it — because he spent so much of his life wanting impossible things. The cravings are just an echo of the ache that used to be a constant companion.
He wanted children to be less cruel. He wanted to understand them, to make himself understood, to communicate and connect in that easy way they seemed to connect with each other. He wanted his father to come back and his mother to get better. When he gave up on those things, he wanted someone — anyone — to help him. He wanted someone to share the weight, on her bad days, and to tell him he was doing the right thing.
He was never much of a hugger, but sometimes he wanted to be held, just for a moment. Sometimes everything got so heavy. Sometimes he wanted someone there to help him carry it all.
He curls up on the couch and shivers, sweats, waits for it to pass, and when he finally closes his eyes he can’t tell whether he’s dreaming or hallucinating.
Substance abuse affects dopamine production. Dopamine regulates sleep, and withdrawal interferes with sleep architecture, Spencer recites. Sleep architecture: the structure of the phases of normal sleep, as shown on a hypnogram. He draws it on the chalkboard, sketching out the peaks and valleys.
This graph is all wrong. He stares at it in horror, tries to erase it, but he made a mistake and he can’t fix it. The class is laughing at him, and he turns to face them. He’s naked, of course, and tied to the goalposts, and he can’t get away from his mistake. He thrashes with all his might, but he can’t move.
He opens his eyes and he’s back on his couch, but there’s something heavy on top of him. Tobias: eyes glazed and lifeless, with a bullet that had been meant for Spencer lodged in his chest.
Spencer can’t move. Every cell in his body wants to get away.
When the paralysis fades he’s choking, scrambling away from the couch, trying to run for the bathroom, but he’s tangled in blankets and tripping and stumbling — and he falls, gags, but there’s nothing left in his stomach anyway.
He doesn’t have the energy to drag himself to his feet, and he can’t shake the image of the corpse pinning him to the couch, so he just wraps himself in a blanket and sits on the floor, arms wrapped around his knees, wondering when it’ll end. Everything hurts.
Make it stop, he thinks, and shivers, because that’s what he thought that last time Hankel pointed the gun at his head: I’ve had enough. Please make it stop.
He closes his eyes and Tobias is there, smiling a little sadly.
Welcome back, he says.
This is a dream, Spencer tells him.
Maybe. Maybe not. Morphine is named for Morpheus, the god of sleep, you know. You prayed. I answered.
Spencer is in the chair again, aching all over — stripped naked and tied up and left alone — and maybe he should fight harder, but Tobias is holding a syringe and Spencer’s too tired to fight any more.
You’re weak, Tobias says, in his father’s voice. And I’m leaving.
Please don’t. Please don’t leave me. Spencer’s squirming away from the needle, writhing against the restraints —
You’re weak. Look what you did, boy.
— but when he looks down he doesn’t see anything holding him in the chair after all. There’s just the spidery threads of blood spreading from the hole where the needle was.
Spencer’s holding the syringe, and when he looks up, it’s the team walking away, shaking their heads, leaving him alone, leaving him to die here.
He thrashes and screams and the chair falls over, lands with a thunk that knocks the breath from his lungs, and Spencer wakes up, dragging in deep uneven gulps of air, sitting up on the hard cold floor with his head spinning and his muscles screaming.
He wants to shout, don’t leave me, but his apartment is empty; it’s too late.
Time has passed. He can’t be sure how much time, but it’s dark now. Twelve hours since he fell asleep, maybe, but he feels more exhausted than ever. It takes every bit of his energy to drag himself back to the couch.
Hotch had just nodded when Spencer said he needed a little time off. The team knows, in an abstract sort of way, but nobody has talked about it. They won’t talk about it; they can’t. They can’t say it out loud — addiction — because… plausible deniability, really, is what it boils down to.
The first step is admitting you have a problem. Spencer has to take that step alone, and all the other steps too.
Loneliness is a familiar feeling. He should really be used to it; he spent most of his life lonely. This should be scar tissue, by now, but apparently it was just a scab, and Spencer’s never been good at leaving those alone. He has the pale craters of his chicken pox to show for it.
Spencer hasn’t been lonely for a couple years now — not like this — because as much as he still feels like the odd one out more often than not (it’s never easy, even if he’s gotten better at communicating) he’s part of a team. He has a place there. There’s somebody who feels more like a father than his own father ever has, albeit in a grouchy, scowling kind of way. There’s an older brother who ruffles his hair and calls him pretty boy. There’s a girl whose smile looks like the sun coming out after a storm.
And there’s Hotch, who found him in that cemetery because he knew Spencer well enough to hear the coded message, because he understood, and that’ll never take away the memory of all the blank stares over the years, but it felt like a turning point.
He closes his eyes and Hotch is peering down into the grave Spencer dug for himself. Hotch shakes his head sadly. You got yourself into this mess and you have to get yourself out of it again.
Spencer tries to speak but there’s dirt in his mouth.
I don’t know what you’re saying, Spencer.
Help me, he tries to say, but all the other kids are just watching and laughing.
We can’t help you, Spencer. You’re on your own.
He tries to climb, but there’s too much dirt. Hotch keeps shoveling, and it’s too heavy, on top of him. It’s weighing him down.
Spencer. Look what you’ve done.
Spencer. Spencer!
Consciousness sneaks up gradually. He’s tangled in his blanket, soaked in sweat, but there’s someone banging on the door.
“Spencer!” she’s shouting. “You have five seconds and then I’m picking your lock!”
He opens the door just as she raises her fist again. Her eyes go wide when she sees him, and her mouth drops open, and Spencer’s cheeks burn when he realizes how he must look.
“What are you doing here?” he croaks, mouth too dry to form the words, like he’s still choking on grave dirt.
“I’m going to make you some tea,” she informs him. “And maybe some soup, if that goes well. Okay?” She shoulders past him before he can insist he’s fine.
“You don’t have to,” he mumbles.
“Bullshit. That’s what friends are for,” she says briskly. He closes the door and trails after her as she marches into his kitchen. She pours a glass of water and hands it to him, standing there with her arms crossed as he drinks it down. His hand trembles as he gives the glass back, and she sets it in the sink.
“Why—” he tries.
“Because you’re my friend,” she says, jaw set stubbornly, but her eyes are sad. She wraps her arms around him, pulls him close, fingers clutching the thin sweat-soaked cotton of his shirt, and she lets out a slow, shaky exhale. He’s swaying, but she supports him and keeps him steady.
“I didn’t mean to make you worry, I’m sorry. I haven’t showered, you don’t have to—” He tries to make himself step back, but she squeezes him closer.
“Please let me help,” she whispers. “Please don’t try to do this alone.”
Spencer clings, burying his face in her neck, and holds on.
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