Marked Up

hey so I'm actually so in love with this and the way Spencer is written in this is so perfect and accurate to his character and I'm gonna go feral bc it was so sappy and sweet and made me so happy and rhgrogrjgjr just go read it rn

same sky | spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader

a late night phone call with Spencer. unruly amounts of fluff. no gender identifiers in this one. apologies to residents of las vegas, i did insult your city's aesthetics. i had to do it. for the plot

word count: 2k

notes: this is a rework of a very old fic i used to have up on ao3 by the same name. it's the second in a series of fics i've updated from my vault of oldies :) this one's for the girlies who liked the banter in no vacancy <3 oops! all banter

“I miss you,” you say into your cell phone, standing on the back porch and gazing out at the sky. It’s late, but you can’t sleep. Spencer has been gone on a case for the better part of a week, and you don’t sleep as well without him. 

“I miss you, too. But I’ll be home soon,” Spencer replies, keeping his voice low.  

“Is everyone else asleep?”

“Yeah. It’s been a long day.”

“Where are you right now?” Even though you aren’t in danger of waking anyone up, you find yourself mirroring Spencer's tone. 

“Best guess, somewhere over New Mexico.” They’ve been in the air about an hour, and given their trajectory, he’s pretty sure he’s right. Spencer is seated at the edge of the couch, his back against the arm of it and a blanket thrown over his legs, barely covering his mismatching-socked feet. 

“How come you’re still up?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” he says. Somehow, he can feel you smiling across the line. It makes him smile, too. He doesn’t ask why you’re awake when it’s even later where you are; he knows already. "What are you doing?”

“Looking up at the stars.”

“You know, you won’t be able to see me up here.”

“Ha ha.”

“Here, I’ll open the shade on the plane window. At least we can share the same view.”

“Hm. Almost like we’re together,” you hum. 

His heart aches. It’s only been a few days and he still can’t stand it. “Almost.”

For a minute, neither of you speak, looking out at the sky from two different time zones.

“When I wake up tomorrow morning, you’ll be here, right?” 

“Mmhm. Maybe even before that,” he responds, a low, soothing hum in your ear.

“Should I stay up until you get here?” you already know what he'll say, but you kinda like the idea of it anyway.

“No, no, it’s at least another four hours. Don’t worry about it. When you wake up, I’ll be there.”

“Sounds good. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You’d intended to let him go after just a quick call once you realized that the rest of the team were resting not too far from him, but you don’t want to hang up. He doesn’t make any moves to do so either, wanting to hear your voice as much as you want to hear his. “So, how was Tucson?”

“Oh, you know. Hot. Desert-y. Lots of murder.”

“Less murder now.” 

“Yeah.” 

His voice sounds strained. He doesn’t like indulging in a sense of accomplishment after closing a case, doesn’t ever feel like he’s done enough. He shows up too late and does too little, and then he gets to leave while the families of the victims have to pick up the pieces. You understand why he doesn’t like to think about the work that way, but you’ve tried to remind him that the good he does is incalculable; how many lives saved, how many tragedies avoided. It’s all you can do. 

You pivot a little, not wanting him to get too caught up. “I remember, when I first moved to Virginia, I was so shocked at how green everything was. I swore I’d never seen that much green in my life.”

“I had a similar experience,” he says, fondly, aware of your tactics. 

“Oh, I can only imagine. I’ve been to Vegas. It’s icky.”

“Icky?” he asks, laughing at your word choice. 

“I mean, no offense, but… it’s kinda ugly.”

“Wow, okay, insult my hometown, why don’t you.”

You laugh. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. You’re right.”

“I know,” you sigh. “Always am.”

“Well, statistically, you actually have a seventy-two percent chance of being right, which is still impressive, but hardly a flawless track record.”

“Spencer Reid coming in hot with the stats. I love when you talk numbers to me.” 

“I don’t think we’d have gotten very far if you didn’t.” 

“But I think I should be right more often than that.” 

“Are you asking me to fudge the numbers?” he asks with put-upon shock. 

“I’m just saying, maybe you’ve got it wrong.” 

“Oh, so you dare to challenge the accuracy of my eidetic memory? Or is it the statistics that you think I’ve calculated incorrectly?” 

“This is affecting my score, isn’t it?” 

“I’ll have to factor it in. You understand.” 

You giggle, and Spencer starts to feel some warmth come back into him after too many days of stress, doubt, and destruction. He hadn’t been able to talk to you nearly as much as he wanted. And it was hard to talk to you on certain cases, to allow you to make him feel lighter when reality was so dark. When he felt so much weight on his shoulders, when he should be focusing on the profile and apprehending the unsub and… sometimes he just didn’t feel like he deserved to have that weight lifted by you, even for a little while. 

“Spence?” 

“Will you go inside?” he asks, his tone full of something like reverence for you. “Please?”

“If you insist,” you sigh, already opening the door. 

“I do. I do insist, very forcefully.” 

“I’m already inside with the door locked.” 

“Man, I’m good.” 

“Mmhm.”

“Going to bed?”

“Yeah. Will you talk to me for a few more minutes?” you ask, sliding under the covers. Spencer hears the slip of fabric as you pull them up over your shoulders, and it sharpens the ache he feels to be home with you already. 

“I’ll talk to you for the rest of the night, if you want me to.” 

“No, I don’t wanna keep you awake, too.” 

“I probably won’t get much sleep regardless.” 

“I don’t condone that,” you say, your frown evident in your voice. 

“Noted,” he replies, though he sounds apologetic. 

Four hours feels an eternity too long to wait. You miss Spencer, and you hate how tired he sounds. You want to fix things for him. You want to run your fingers through his hair til he falls asleep and you want to make sure his dreams are peaceful when he does. 

“What do you wanna do when you’re back?” you ask, hoping that planning for it will make the time go faster. 

“Oh, I’m taking a shower and getting right into bed. And you can’t make me get up.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“I’m serious. Don’t ask me to do a single other thing cause I won’t do it.” 

You laugh. “For the whole day?” 

“Probably. And you better not go anywhere either. We could both use the rest.” 

“Okay, rest day all day.” 

“We can order Thai though. So we’ll get up for that. But even then, it’s just to sit on the couch.” 

“Maybe the floor.” 

“I will also accept floor,” he concedes, and then it occurs to him that you might’ve been asking because you want to do something with him. “Is there something you wanted to do the next day though?” 

“Well... the saucer magnolias are blooming at the Smithsonian again.” 

“Say no more.” 

You sigh wistfully. “You’re my favorite boyfriend I’ve ever had.” 

“Well, I should hope so,” he says, smiling. “You’re my favorite, too.” 

“Aren’t I the only partner you’ve ever had?” 

“Ha ha. I had a girlfriend in college.” 

“Spencer, you were like sixteen in college.”

“I wasn’t sixteen the entire time,” you hear the eye roll in his voice, “I have three PhD’s, it took me a little while.” 

“Well, who is this girl? Do I need to beat her up?” you joke. 

“No,” he laughs. “You are my favorite, after all. She wasn’t very nice to me.” 

“Okay… so you told me not to beat her up but then gave a reason why I should?” 

“Please don’t beat up my ex-girlfriend. I do appreciate your violent impulses though.” 

“Mm, okay. As long as you know I could.” 

“Sure, angel. You’re very scary,” he placates. 

You let out a little gremlin laugh. 

“Oh, and you’re delirious,” he notes, an amused lilt to his tone. 

“Delirious because I miss you,” you sing, dragging out the ‘you’. 

“God, where did I even find a weirdo like you,” Spencer laughs. 

“I found you. You attracted me with your peculiar aura and soulful eyes. Trapped me in your… fucking what’s-it-called. Tractor beam.” 

“You know, the term tractor beam was actually coined by science fiction author E.E. Smith in 1931 as an updated version of his original term ‘attractor beam.’” 

“Hmm, yup. You caught me in that.” 

“Did you call my eyes soulful?” he asks, seemingly just processing that part. 

“Oh, you don’t like my adjective choice? Next you’ll have a problem with me calling your aura peculiar.” 

“I mean… I don’t know that I loved it.” 

“Here he goes fishing for compliments,” you sigh, rolling over to your other side and creating a bunch of shuffling noise on the line. Spencer wrinkles his nose, holding the phone a little farther from his ear until he hears you speaking again. “Okay, your eyes are big and brown and beautiful and they contain a standard unremarkable amount of soul, and your aura is also really regular. Regular Reid, that’s what they call ya.” 

He’s frowning, you can practically see it, but he’s also fighting off an amused smile. “Well, that one started off nice, at least.” 

“God! You’re so difficult. My boyfriend is sooo difficult. Why don’t you come home to me first and then I’ll come up with some more adequate compliments?” 

“I’m going to hold you to that.” 

The two of you talk for a little while longer, with you telling Spencer about the new coffee shop you’d tried out and how their lavender latte actually tastes like lavender, which is basically unheard of. Spencer tells you about the standoff between him and an all too curious roadrunner that he swears was trying to get into his motel room. Calling it a standoff is generous; the man got bullied by a bird. 

You try not to laugh and end up unsuccessful, with Spencer insisting that you were taking sides and he was well and truly in danger, which only makes it funnier. His voice pitches up even as he tries to keep his volume low, and you argue that his energy is just so attractive that even the local wildlife are drawn to him. 

“Don’t start,” he warns, overwhelming fondness in his voice. 

You make Spencer tell you something boring to calm yourself down from the image you’ve conjured of him being chased by a roadrunner, which, in your exhausted state, is even funnier than it should be. He claims to regret confiding in you with this, but he knows he’d do it again just to hear you laugh. 

Instead of telling you something boring, he recites some of the poems he’s memorized over the years. It works the way you’d intended, and you regret it when you have to stop him to tell him you’re falling asleep. He’s just a little smug about it. 

“So, you’ll be home in four hours?” you ask, the start of your goodbyes. 

“More like three now.”

“We made time go faster.” 

“We did.” 

“Will you try to get some sleep?”

“Fine. Only because you asked.”

You hum, victorious. “Goodnight. I love you.” 

“And I love you.” 

Hours later, just as the sun is beginning to change the hue of the sky from deep navy to a hazy cerulean glow, you feel your mattress shift underneath you. You’re barely awake, but still you register the scent of Spencer’s shower gel, fresh and sort of woodsy. 

Half asleep, you shift to accommodate him, and he slips an arm around you as you lay your head on his chest. You wrap an arm around his torso and throw your leg over his hips, as close as you can possibly get without literally being on top of him. 

You sigh, deep and relieved, and Spencer’s heart stutters. 

“I missed this,” he chuckles, resting his cheek against the top of your head and wrapping his arms tighter around you. You just hum in response, the last of your energy before you’re pulled back under. Within minutes, Spencer is asleep too, and the two of you sleep through sunrise and into the afternoon. 

i’m glad we get forever

gn!reader x jasper hale (fluff)

words: 387

summary: y/n and Jasper realize that being a vampire isn’t so bad when you have someone to love.

I twirl his silky golden hair between my fingers as he's intertwined with me. As a vampire, he can’t sleep, but I can tell he's at peace.

The Cullen house is quiet, and we’re the only people home. As you’d expect in Forks, you can hear the whirring of air and gentle raindrops tap against the windows from inside. The weather creates a tranquil ambiance for us to find comfort in. There’s a soft static on the TV that we keep on just for the background noise. It provides a dim glow that barely illuminates the room as we lay together.

Jasper and I are sprawled out on the pliant couch, halfway sunken into the seats. I feel his hands on me, and his soft maroon sweater brushes against my skin. For a brief second, I close my eyes and admire the sweet smell of fresh-cut flowers that lingers on all his clothes. I open my eyes again because I don’t want to take them off him.

His eyelids flutter open, and his soft, honey eyes meet mine. I smile and brush more hair away from his forehead. His skin is smooth, and my hand lingers on his temple. I can feel him hold onto me tighter, and his hands grip me more, but I don't mind. I feel secure in his arms, and it’s just so easy to relax with him.

Vampires are inherently cold creatures that don’t have a heartbeat, but he has the warmest heart I’ve ever known. I know he could make anyone feel this serene if he wanted to, but I wholeheartedly believe I feel this way because of my genuine love for him.

“I wish we could do this forever.” His words are soft and barely audible as they leave his mouth, but I can still make out his sticky sweet southern accent. Before I respond, I take a long minute to stare at his cold, soft lips. I don’t kiss him, but rather admire him just as he is.

"Jas, we really do have forever. We can do this for as long as you’d like,” I reassure him while feeling him lean into me and rest his head between my collarbone and jaw. The following words he says are muffled, but I cherish them regardless.

“I’m glad we get forever.”

MtF reader who is nervous about bottom surgery, (any depth) and so she starts to wander around the forest to work out the excess energy.

Jasper who's used to them pacing around the forest simply waits for them to go to the same spot they usually do. This time instead of letting them not talk about it he tells them they need to talk about it. Since she's so scared of surgery.

a/n: Okay, so I usually don’t write for fem readers, but I thought this idea was super sweet. As a queer person myself, I really love the idea of the twilight vampires being accepting of queer people. I hope I did this ask justice, and to any trans people who are worried about hormones or surgery I hope this is comforting to y’all. 

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comfort 

mtf!reader x jasper hale (fluff)

words: 823

summary: you’ve been nervous about your upcoming bottom surgery for a while now, so Jasper, the concerned lover he is, makes sure to comfort you and talk you through every detail.

Jasper sat atop one of the trees, waiting for any trace of her to alert him. It was no surprise when he smelled her familiar scent before he could even see her. This secluded spot in the forest was where she always went when she was feeling nervous. Jasper looked down to see her, the beautiful girl he’d grown to love so deeply, walking quickly back and forth as she mumbled to herself. Jasper jumped out of the tree, and in an instant, he was next to her.

“You scared me,” she said breathlessly with a red tint covering her face. He could feel her embarrassment, but more than that he could feel her nervousness. 

“You seemed nervous, darlin’,” Jasper replied as he held one of her hands in his. “I wanted to check on you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, brushing him off. “It’s nothing.”

“Seems like somethin’,” he said playfully, trying to lighten the mood. “You know you can tell me anything,” he said softly. She smiled at him and with shaky hands she brushed some of the hair away from his face. She let her hands fall back down to her sides, working up the courage to tell him what was really going on. Unbeknownst to her, Jasper was using his power in an attempt to make her feel calmer.

“I just need comfort, not advice. We don’t have to talk about it,” she assures him. 

“Sweetheart,” he says softly, his southern accent pouring out, “I can comfort you too, but clearly somethin’ has been botherin’ you for days. We need to talk about it or it won’t get any better,” he tells her as gently as possible, trying not to work her up.

“I’m just worried about my surgery,” she says with a sigh, causing Jasper’s eyes to widen in surprise. Soon, she’d be undergoing bottom surgery, and she was so excited about it, but now it was clearly causing her a lot of stress.

“I thought you wanted the surgery?” Jasper asked, looking into her eyes.

“I do,” she responded hurriedly, “it’s just this is a big operation, and something could go wrong, or I might not be happy with the results, or maybe you won’t be happy with the results and-”

“Darlin’, I will love you no matter what,” Jasper said, cutting her anxious rambling off. “It doesn’t matter if you get the surgery, if you don’t, or how it turns out. Despite how much I love your body,” he says lightheartedly, grabbing a hold of her waist, “that’s not why I stay with you. I stay with you for this,” he says, tapping her temple with his index finger. “You have the most beautiful mind I’ve ever encountered in my 160 years.”

“So things will be the same between us even after my surgery?” She asks hopefully.

“Not exactly,” Jasper says, causing her smile to fade. She gives him a concerned look and he quickly elaborates, “there might be some new things I’d like to try in the bedroom,” he says with a wink, causing her whole face to go red.

“Oh knock it off,” she says, playfully pushing his chest away with her hand, causing him to pretend to be shocked, except he can’t stop smiling at her. “You aren’t worried about me getting hurt?” she asks him. “It’s a serious surgery, what if I die?”

“I know for a fact no one has ever died during bottom surgery,” he comforts, leaning in closer to her. “And even if that somehow did happen, Carlisle and I would rush right over to the hospital and turn you. Even death can’t save you from me,” he tells her jokingly, but they both know that Jasper really would do that for her. “Besides, Carlisle has been a surgeon for like a million years, so that should be comforting,” he informs her. She laughs as she places her head on his chest.

“This is comforting,” she responds. 

“Perfect,” he responds, lightly kissing her on the top of the head after. She stays pressed up against his chest, and he begins to gently stroke her hair as they talk out some of the finer details of the surgery. Not only does he provide statistics about the surgery for logical comfort, but he also provides loving, emotional comfort. It’s clear Jasper won’t let anything bad happen to her. He’ll drive her to the hospital, hold her hand as she gets put under anesthesia, and as soon as the surgery is complete he’ll go back to her room and hold her hand while she wakes up. During the recovery process, he vows not to leave her side the entire time, even when she insists he doesn’t have to do that. She’s his whole world now and this surgery is just a small part of their story. Even if it’s scary, she can rest assured knowing nothing bad will happen to her. 

I'm not the only one who thinks that if Jasper was human he'll have some sort of addiction, right?

Jasper Hale and gn! reader they're looking around the stream and they see some Quartzite and reader gets excited (it's their fav.. rock)

typically its found in the mountians

a/n: This was so fun to write! This was actually my first request, so I'm glad to get to write it. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy!!

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i could listen to you forever

gn!reader x jasper hale (fluff)

words: 535

summary: you find your favorite rock along the river's edge, and Jasper can't help but listen to you ramble.

“Jasper,” you whisper shout to him. Your eyes are only partially open, but you still see something shining in the sunlight towards the bed of the stream. “Jas,” you urge again, this time shaking his shoulder. You aren’t sure why either of you decided it’d be a good idea to rest here, out in the forest, but it’s been some of the best sleep you’ve ever gotten. 

“What is it love bug?” Jasper asks in a soft, sleepy voice. Vampires can’t sleep, but sometimes he gets so relaxed with you that he feels like he could. You yawn, stretching your back, and stand up. One second you’re looking at Jasper resting against a rock, eyes barely open and strands of blonde hair in his face, the next second he’s stood next to you with wide eyes. His vampire speed might be something you never get used to.

“I see something shining over there,” you say excitedly. You absolutely loved all things rocks and crystals, and Jasper knew that well. 

“Well, let’s go look and see what it is, Sugar,” Jasper tells you with a smile. He loves to see you get excited over what you care about, and you love when he calls you those sweet nicknames. The two of you quickly make your way over to the river's age. The sun is hitting just right, and Jasper begins to sparkle just as much as the rock in his hands.

“Is that what I think it is?” you ask him happily. You watch as he rubs his thumb over it, and then holds it up to the light. 

“Why yes, I do believe so,” he says with a smirk, leaning in closer to you. You laugh and gently kiss him. He places the rock in your hand and you begin to exam in it.

“Did you know this is my favorite?” 

“I think you’ve mentioned it,” he says with a smile, “maybe I’ll get it made into a ring for you.” You laugh at his comments, but deep down you know that sounds amazing. “Why don’t you tell me about it?”

“Haven’t I already told you about it?” you ask genuinely. You could talk about this sort of stuff forever, but you don’t because you don’t want to annoy Jasper.

“You have told me about it, but I wanna hear it again,” he tells you as he grabs you by the waist and kisses the top of your head.

“It’s Quartzite, typically found in the mountains. It’s a metamorphic rock, meaning it’s formed by being subjected to high heat and pressure, that’s made from quartz rich sandstone. Sometimes it’s used to make kitchen countertops.” 

“You sure do know your stuff, sweetheart,” he says with a smile. His southern accent is more prominent then ever when he’s calling you his sweetheart. 

“You don’t mind when I ramble?”

“Darlin’, I could listen to you talk about rocks for the rest of my life, which I’d like to point out is the rest of forever.” He kisses you on the top of the head again and holds you close.

“Well, I guess you’ll be learning a lot about rocks,” you joke.

“I can’t wait,” he says, syrupy sweet. 

I think D is what is most likely. I imagine after Renesmee finishes aging (and can leave the Cullens) Jacob would want to stay near the reservation (at least as long as he could) and Renesmee would want to stay with him (imprinting things), but of course the Cullens have to leave Forks (so ppl aren't suspicious). Even if Jacob and Renesmee don't stay near Forks/La Push, I can't imagine them staying with the Cullens. Jacob being a werewolf really makes vampires not like him. They think he smells terrible and he interferes with Alice’s visions. However, if they ever visit the Cullens or stay with them or whatever I imagine they’d just say Renesmee is Edward’s sister (because they look more alike and it would make him seeming like an overprotective “brother” (dad) more reasonable than if she was Bella’s sister) and Jacob would just be her boyfriend/husband.

How Will the Cullens Explain Renesmee in the Future?

How do you see Renesmee fitting into the Cullens’ cover stories when she is grown up and appears to be the same age as the other Cullens? We’re used to them using a “adopted/foster kids” scenario, but even if they use a different story (Carlisle/Esme as older siblings or uncle/aunt  to the ‘kids’ rather than parents) Renesmee’s physical resemblance to both Edward and Bella is going to complicate things. What story do you think they will use for her? A) Bella’s biological sister B) Edward’s biological sister C) Bella, Edward and Renesmee are all biological siblings (E/B can’t be a couple in public) D) Renesmee and Jacob will do their own thing separate from the rest of the Cullens E) Other? Explain. 

I loved this so much I'm going insane omg- you wrote this prompt so well and I wasn't sure what to expect but I loved it! Thank you sm!!

howdy!! I luv ur writing and congrats sm on the 1000 followers milestone :)

I'd like to request a spencer reid/reader fic with 30 from the general dialogue prompt! Thx!

IRON WALL [CLIMACTERIC]

30. “Leave me alone.”

“Is that really what you want?”

WARNINGS: mentions of spencer’s kidnapping, elusions to spencer’s withdrawals, spencer is a tiny bit of a twat

spencer x gn!reader | hurt/comfort | 1.1k | climacteric event!!

a/n: thank you <3333 back on my angsty game fr-

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“Reid?” You furrow your eyebrows at his dissociation, resisting the urge to wave your hand in front of his face as you approach him. “Spencer? Hello?”

He doesn’t turn his eyes upwards at your calls, keeping them locked on the trembling plastic lid of his take out coffee cup as he sits stationary at the round table with it cupped in his hands.

He does however give you a small hum so that you know he’s acknowledging your existence.

“Are you Okay?”

Obviously not. Spencer was probably going through the most uncomfortable day of his life. He felt like his brain was physically trying to escape from his skull and his stomach was clawing its way up his esophagus.

“I’m fine.” Spencer knew that he didn’t sound at all convincing, but he didn’t really have the mind to care at the moment. He was trying to focus on not ripping out his own eyeballs so that he could massage away his pounding headache from the inside out.

“You’re shaking,”

“I didn’t notice.” His snark isn’t something you’re used to, and it’s so out of character that you have to physically take a few seconds to check that this was indeed Spencer in front of you and not some doppelganger that had taken his place.

Him changing after the kidnapping was to be expected, he’d been through a lot of trauma that would surely impact the way he portrayed himself, but you never though that it would be this type of change.

You expected the quietness, the dissociation, even a level of defensiveness. But outright abrasiveness was something you weren’t prepared for.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You try to approach the topic carefully, your voice softened tenfold as you take a seat on the edge of the table next to him, but it seems that it wasn’t careful enough.

“No.”

“Spence-”

“Just leave me alone.” Spencer finally turns up to look at you, but instead of those round and bright eyes that you’d grown used to over the last few years, you’re greeted with nothing but blank slates that are furrowed under his eyebrows, a metaphorical iron wall spreading across the expanse of his scleras to block you from reading his emotions.

The one thing you can read from his expression is his impatience with you, and you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t sting a little.

“Is that really what you want Spencer?” Your shoulders drop a little, a small sigh leaving your mouth as you rub your hands over your arms. “You won’t feel better by bottling everything up, you know that…”

“I won’t feel better by telling anyone either.” Spencer turns his gaze away from you again so that he doesn’t have to look at the pitiful expression on your face. He didn’t need your pity, it wasn’t like it was going to do anything.

“You don’t know that…”

“I do know that.” Spencer scratches the inside of his right elbow during his retort, a self-soothing method that you’d noticed had developed after his kidnapping. “This isn’t something you can fix with some ‘words of affirmation’.”

“That’s not what I’m saying Spencer,” You sigh softly as his continued attempts at shutting down your advances, and you wonder whether you should just give up and let him deal with whatever he’s going through by himself.

But he doesn’t look okay, and you’re not sure that he can work through whatever it is by himself.

“I just want to help you…”

The subtle change in Spencer’s gaze tells you that the dejection in your tone might’ve cracked those iron walls a little bit, and he closes his eyes momentarily to take a deep breath in through his nose. “I’m sorry for snapping at you, but you really can’t help me,”

“Spencer please,” You sigh softly. “Even if it’s just getting everything off your chest,”

He bites the inside of his cheek, picking at a loose thread on the sleeve of his shirt as he seemingly deliberates whether to let you in on what he’s feeling, and the second you hear that sigh of exasperation leave his throat you know you’ve managed to worm your way in.

“I’m having headaches, I can’t sleep, I constantly feel like I’m going to throw up and I can’t even drink my coffee without spilling it all over myself because my hands just won’t stay steady no matter how much I try to keep them stable-”

Spencer spills his issues to you in one long, unbroken sentence, and you’re half-surprised he even had enough breath to make it through the whole thing.

And the worst part is you know that there are things that he’s left out. But it’s a start at least.

You let out a small exhale as you absorb his words for a moment. “Do you want comfort or solutions Spencer?”

Spencer exhales heavily, the tension in his shoulders visibly relaxing as he considers your question. After a moment of contemplation, he looks up at you with a small, weary smile. "Comfort, please."

“I can do that,” You walk over to where he’s sitting to stand behind him with your hands resting gently on his shoulders, not wanting to push his physical boundaries too much or else force him back into his shell.

As you offer your comforting presence, you feel Spencer's shoulders slump as he leans into your touch, as if the weight of the world has been momentarily lifted off of him. His breathing slows down, and you can sense a slight ease in his demeanour.

You stay with him for a while, not saying anything, letting the room fall into a comfortable silence only broken by the sound of your hands rubbing against the fabric of his shirt against his shoulders. Eventually, he straightens up a bit, turning to look at you with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

“Thank you…” His voice is quiet, barely a whisper, but tinged with a warmth of appreciation.

You smile back at him, relieved to see some of the tension in his face ease away. It might not solve all of his problems, but sometimes, just knowing that someone cares can make all the difference.

"Anytime, Spence," you give his shoulders a gentle squeeze. "We're in this together, okay?"

“Yeah…”

playful in potions

gn!reader x cedric diggory

words: 503

summary: y/n gets overwhelmed in potions class, but Ced is there to save the day (and ask y/n out).

“Why must Snape assign the most tedious work?” I mumble to myself as I stir my potion counter-clockwise, which would be fine, but I’m not sure if I’ve stirred seven or eight times. My inability to stay focused while brewing potions might be why my potions OWL was…subpar.

“Hey, do you need help?” I’d recognize the soft velvety voice that’s asking anywhere. Cedric Diggory. The guy that every girl in this school is fawning over. The worst part of it is that I can’t even blame them. He’s gorgeous, compassionate, and benevolent. Anyone would want him.

“Yeah, some help would be great,” I admit my defeat as I watch him continue mixing the potion. He adds in something leafy and green that I couldn’t even begin to name. As he stirs the potion, I watch the soft veins in his hands emerge. His sleeves are rolled up, and my eyes trail up his exposed forearms, and slowly to his chest. It’s strong, and I wouldn’t mind laying my head on it while I listen to his heartbeat. We’re shoulder to shoulder as we (really just him) fix the potion, but I don’t mind being so close. I’m admiring his honey hair when he turns to me.

“That should fix it,” he shoots me a gleaming smile while leaning into my ear, “as long as you follow the instructions this time,” he says with a playful whisper. I feel the hairs on my neck raise at the sensation of his breath on my jaw.

“Thank you so much, Ced,” I say the words with a sigh of relief for my grade as he pulls away from me.

“Sorry, what’d you just call me?” His smile drops as he raises one of his eyebrows. I can smell the cologne radiating off his soft skin, but I can’t focus on that as I panic at the realization I called him Ced instead of Cedric.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you didn’t like being called that.”

“I like whatever you want to call me,” he says with a grin. It's the same shimmering smile that has every girl at Hogwarts falling for him. The same one I wouldn’t mind getting to see up close again.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The words come out flatly because I’m in such shock at his statement. I don’t think I’ve ever had someone flirt with me so obviously.

“It means maybe I could take you out sometime?” I feel every nerve in my body when he says that. He could realistically be asking anyone out, but here he is, standing next to me in potions, with his shoulder pressed against mine, asking if I’ll go out with him.

“You’re really asking me out in potions class?”

“Would you prefer I wait till Charms?” He smirks, and I can’t help but dissolve into laughter with him.

“Not at all,” I pause as we take a moment just to smile at each other, “I’d love to go out with you Cedric.”

wip game!!

Tagged by: @starch1ldz

rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

cooking class: gn!reader x jasper hale (domestic fluff)

Jasper attempts to make a romantic dinner for his human partner, but as someone who hasn’t eaten in over 100 years, he doesn’t do a very good job. When reader gets home and discovers the mess Jasper made they decide to start over and cook dinner together. Or, in other words, Jasper gets a romantic, at-home cooking class brought to him by his loving partner. 

behind the scenes: gn!reader x aaron hotchner (fluff, confessions) 

Reader and Hotch have been keeping their love a secret, not even willing to admit it to each other, but when reader starts having some financial issues Hotch knows he has to do something. Reader isn’t willing to take money from Hotch, but they gladly accept a confession of his love. 

checkmate: gn!reader x spencer reid (friends to lovers, fluff)

Reader plays chess at the same park every Sunday at 4:00 pm. It’s always the same, until one day when an awkward, intelligent FBI agent shows up and asks to play too. Reader accepts, and the two of them hit it off quickly, agreeing to meet there every Sunday at the same time. Eventually, they both crave more than just a few hours at the park every week. 

graveyard shift: gn!reader x spencer reid (unresolved feelings, right person/wrong time)

Every night, without fail, the same man walks into the dinner reader works at around 2 am. Every night, without fail, he sits in reader’s section and orders a coffee and chocolate chip muffin. Every night, without fail, reader takes their break and spends the entirety of it sitting in his booth, talking about life. Every night, without fail, they wish they could go home together.

No pressure tags: @0stargirl0 @gaypirate420 @ (I know I was supposed to tag more people but these are my only mutuals who haven't already been tagged...and one of them hasn't even posted any fics yet but that's not the point...)