He Had More Thoughts

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

your roommate was a strange man.

can you even really call him a roommate if he's only home for one week every few months? but when he is home, simon riley is a pretty good roommate.

he fixes the heater that's been broken for two months, he replaces the faucet after it drenches you for turning it on too quick, he even takes a look at your car when you mention how your breaks have been squeaking. but other than his penchant for whiskey and the color black, you really don't know much about the man you've been living with for more than a year.

he's in the military, you know that for sure. he works with a team because he tells you that you have a striking resemblance to a man names "soap"? you take that as a compliment even if he didn't really mean it to be one. he wears combat boots even when he's off, you buy him a pair for his birthday that he doesn't take off until soles wear out. but all of these are merely observations, you don't actually know anything about him.

and it's not like you don't try to find out more things about him. you search his name on google- nothing. you ask him about his social media- 'don't got any'. you never ask about family because he never brings them up. all you have is a phone number and the license plate on his beat up dodge charger.

so, getting a call in the middle of the night, three months after you'd last seen simon, about a mission taking a bad turn and simon taking a bullet for an american private. all you really manage to catch after that was the hospital's address and a room number to ask for.

you feel like you're in a trance as you pack yourself an overnight bag, then move to simon's room and just start grabbing the softest clothes you can find and a bunch of snacks from his side of the pantry, then you're off.

you didn't want to see desperate or overly worried about a man whose favorite song you don't know but you're pushing into the high 90s on your way down. and your mind isn't clear until you're standing in front of a tired looking nurse in sanrio scrubs.

"um, i need to get into room 1206?" you barely choke the words out before she's getting up to lead you, "oh! mrs. riley, they told me you were on your way."

"oh-i'm, well" and if you hadn't watch so many hospital shows where they don't let anyone but family into the room you would have just told her the truth, but you just shut your mouth, give her a tight smile, and follow her down the hallway.

the room doesn’t take long to get to, but the door is shut and you can hear the people inside talking. but the nurse doesn't even hesitate to swing the door wide open, "mr. riley, your wife is here."

and then there are four sets of eyes trained on you, but all you can look at is the hulking figure of your roommate sat up in his comically small hospital bed. and all you can muster up is a slight smile and a small wave in his direction before the bags you're holding fly straight onto the floor.

"oh, shoot- i'm sorry. i didn't know if you needed anything so i just grabbed some things from your dresser- and some of those granola bars you like, and there should be a gatorade somewhere in there. and, oh my god, i'm sorry, how are you? i came as soon as they called, and they said you got shot, and-"

"calm down, sweetheart, or yer gonna be the one that needs a hospital bed." ok, simon could still speak that was good, and he was conscious and remembered you.

"i'm sorry. i just got worried, and-" simon knew you well enough to know that you'll worry yourself to death if he lets you keep going, "nothin' to worry about, sweetheart, pull up a chair, you've 'ad stressful few hours."

you practically fell back into the chair that the man with the kindest brown eyes you've ever seen pushed towards you. and for the first time since you arrived, you took a deep, long breath. hand clasped in your lap as you take simon in.

"feeling any better, mrs. riley?"

"she's fine, garrick." 

'garrick' seems utterly unphased by your roommate's- husband's? you can address that later- tone and just continues to smile at you.

"c'mon simon, we just wannae ken 'bout the bonnie lass yer hidin' from yer pals. ye 'aven't even introduced us." you're glad the scot waited until you'd calmed down to start speaking because it took you at least 30 seconds to realize he was even talking about you.

"sweetheart these are the boys, boys this is sweetheart, now fuck off before you scare 'er away"

they didn’t seem like they were going to leave until the older man practically dragged them out saying something about the heaping loads of paperwork they had to do. so will a little wave and a cheeky smile, they were gone.

"so, um, ho-how are you feeling? they, uh, said that you got shot?"

" 'm fine, sweetheart, better knowing i've got a bird at home who'll come runnin' cause she thinks 'm hurt, yeah wife?"

yeah, maybe you'll let the mrs. riley thing go on for a little bit longer.

idk i just really like the idea of simon just picking someone random and being like 'yeah this is it, you're mine now' and they have literally no idea

Draco: on Halloween we dress as skeletons, but in reality, the skeletons dress like us..

Y/n:…That does makes sense, but sometimes I worry about you

Tehehe I'm getting married and all my stuff is DIY

Photo for Attention lol

OMG GUYS IM BACK AFTER MONTHS OF WRITERS BLOCK YAY

Sorrow

Source: †

Y/N: [watching a video of someone getting dumped at the altar]

Y/N: What the fuck?

Ghost:

Y/N: [the bride accepts getting dumped gracefully, just shedding some tears]

Y/N: Such an elegant, beautiful woman. Nobody deserves this. My heart breaks for her...

Y/N: Couldn't be me

Y/N: The way I'd be swinging so fucking fast—

Ghost: [smiles and nods]

Y/N: [bride keeps crying]

Y/N: No, because I'd immediately jump the fucker, bite his skin off, dislocate his jaw, kick him in the ribs a few times—

Ghost: [stares in heart emoji]

Y/N: Definitely would kick him in the dick too. Oh, and his balls? Would fully castrate him by the time I'm done stepping on them.

Ghost: 'Ere ya go. [hands Y/N a ring]

Y/N: [ignores the ring, keeps ranting]

Y/N: No, for real, he'd vomit his own piss and cum for a month.

Ghost: [gets on one knee]

Ghost: Marry me.

Y/N: To end it all, I'd spit in his mouth.

Ghost: MARRY ME RIGHT FOOKEN NOW—

if nintendo wants me to pay eighty of god's own dollars for a video game it better blow the cock clean off my torso. if nintendo expects me to drop eighty big ones to play the new mario kart bowser better step out of the screen and fuck me so hard as to turn every bone south of my eighth vertebrae into a fine powder. i need to be made into the worlds wettest sandbag from the waist down to justify that eighty dollar price tag

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Head cannons of spencer reid having a trans boyfriend? Thanks!

I always plan to write more trans stuff (usually when I get dysphoria and need comfort lol) but then I end up forgetting too so very excited

Spencer Reid is 100% supportive of you always.

If you started dating before you come out, it's not going to bother him. Our bi king see's you 100% as a man and wants to be there for you through your journey.

Surprisingly be doesn't bring up any facts when you first come out, but if anyone misgenders purposefully or is being transphobic he will correct them

Some asshole - "I don't know what you're always making such a fuss, you'll always be a girl just accept it."* Spencer- "He's always been a boy actually, studies have shown that the brains of transgender men and women physically don't align with their biological sex."* If you work at the BAU they are also very protective, probably taking a more physical approach to defending you.

He helps you with your T shots if you're too scared to do them yourself and he makes sure they're done perfectly. No air bubbles are getting past him

Again if you work at the BAU he doesn't want you to wear your binder on the job or at least wants you to change out of it after a while.

If your back, shoulders, or ribs hurt from wearing it too long he'll give you a massage.

He's very sweet and very respectful of you and your boundaries. Because sometimes you have a bad say and that's okay. He will be there for you in any way you want him to be.

If you want surgery. He will help go over all your surgery options and see what's best for you.* After your first one he'll take care of you thoroughly and make sure you have everything you need.* His post-op care if very good, he also takes off a week to help you.* Honestly, he is just the best boyfriend.

I'm the only that's gotten 'Deserves The World' so far hahaha

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