i get embarrassed too easily

sukicurse  asked:

Hi Hi! I have a request for your designation: miracles stories! I am hoping this message reaches you as my tumblr hates when i sends asks lol. This is my second attempt so please ignore if you received my first. I always send a second just to be safe. ANYWHO I love how you write Akashi and Furihata, so may I request something with those two? feel free to add the other miracles as well hehe. Maybe along the lines of what Akashi's reaction would be to Furi being around children hehe. Thank you! :)

“Akashi…are you scared of the four year old?”

Akashi pulls himself up with all the injured dignity of a cat. “No. Don’t be ridiculous, Furi. I just do not see the point of interacting with creatures whose cognitive capabilities have not fully developed yet. Please take it away now.”

I don’t know his parents! That would be weird. I’m pretty sure there are rules about interacting with other people’s kids.” Furihata looks down at the sticky four-year-old boy, who is staring up at both of them wide-eyed, gnawing on a popsicle.

“Furihata,” Akashi says, his voice slightly odd. “Do you not know how to take care of children?”

“Well, not particularly,” Furihata says, sounding doubtful. “I mean, I’ve never really been around kids all that much. All my cousins are around my age, and it’s not like I have any nieces or nephews, so I just never had much opportunity to interact with them.” The kid is getting closer to them so Furihata smiles encouragingly. “Hi!” He wants to pat the kid on the head, but again, he’s pretty sure you’re not supposed to just touch strangers’ kids, even if the woman had left the boy under Akashi’s watchful eye.

“I see,” Akashi says, moving slightly back in a way that was almost unnoticeable. “I was somewhat counting on the fact that you would know how to handle children.”

“Why?” Furihata asks quizzically. Akashi doesn’t respond right away, but the child takes another step forward and Akashi takes another step back almost automatically, and then it clicks. “You are scared of kids!”

“I am not afraid of anything,” Akashi seethes.

“You are!” Then the rest of it falls in place. “Wait, were you expecting me to do all the parenting? Of any hypothetical future children?”

“Not all of it,” Akashi replies stiffly. “Just until they’re about thirteen. Then I am sure I would be able to do my fair share of the responsibilities.”


“Or we could adopt after they are already in their teens, as my father did. That seems like the most reasonable solution.”

“I can’t believe you!” Furihata is equal parts thrilled by the fact that Akashi has been thinking about their relationship in long enough terms that he’s imagining children, but also super irritated that he had been slotted as the sole caregiver for all children under twelve. He bends down to the small child and says, “How are you?”

The small child stares at Akashi. “He’s very red.”

“He is!” Furihata says gleefully. “You should go give the red onii-chan a very big hug.”

The boy giggles and flings his sticky self (complete with popsicle) at Akashi, who is visibly flustered as he tries to escape, “Stop! Don’t touch me– ack.”

Furihata laughs at the expression on Akashi’s face– he’s never seen Akashi so off-balance before. Since Akashi didn’t actually Order the child away, Furihata figures their future children will be OK.

A/N: Thanks, friend! Sorry for the lateness! And thank you, anon-friend, that is so kind of you to say! I don’t see Akashi getting embarrassed too easily, but I thought him being flustered would work quite well with this other prompt I had, so I hope you enjoyed!

Sweet Dreams

A/N: Requested by @day-dreamer-45 :) Quick summary: Reader comforts Spencer while on a case after he had a nightmare. I hope you like it!!! :)


You were wrestling around in the lumpy, uncomfortable hotel bed you had been staying in for the last two nights – when you were on a case, you normally got quality hotel rooms but the small town you were in didn’t have the best sleeping arrangement.

You knew you weren’t going to be sleeping any time soon, so you flicked on a lamp and started looking through your case file.

The team was in your co-worker and best friend, Spencer’s, home town and he seemed to be having a hard time being back. He had told you countless stories about his childhood and home, and you couldn’t blame him for reacting the way he did when he came home.

His mood had been all over the place – you tried your best to help your friend, but he continued to push you and the rest of the team away. You finally decided to just give him some space and let him come to you when he felt ready.

You flipped through file after file until you felt like your eyes were going to fall out. After almost an hour of going over the case again, you heard an earsplitting scream come from next door.

Your head whipped to where the source of the scream came from – it was Spencer’s hotel room. You grabbed your gun and pointed it defensively in front of yourself.

You rushed through the door that adjoined your rooms to see that Spencer was alone and asleep; he was having one of his nightmares.

Carefully putting your gun away, you climbed onto his bed and started shaking his shoulders violently.

“Spencer… SPENCER! Wake up! It’s just a dream, wake up!”

His shouts stopped abruptly when he finally snapped awake, his eyes wide with surprise to see you there in front of him.

“Oh Y/N, thank god…” he breathed out as he sat up and pulled you towards him.

His hug surprised you – Spencer wasn’t necessarily one to get physical very often. You reciprocated his embrace, hugging him equally as tightly as he was holding on to you. “I’m right here Spence, everything is okay…” you cooed in his ear.

You pulled away and wiped his sweat-matted hair out of his face. “Spence, you were screaming at the top of your lungs… are you okay?”

He pulled his covers off of his sweat drenched body and rubbed his forehead – you couldn’t help but gaze upon his bare chest. It was more defined than you had thought it would be.

“I’m sorry… I was uh… I was having a nightmare”

Spencer wasn’t the only one on the team that would have nightmares – all of you got them at one point or another. It just seemed like Spencer would get them more frequently than anyone.

You gently took his hand in yours and sat cross-legged on his bed. “What was it about?”

You watched his Adam’s apple bob as nervously swallowed. “It was you, actually… we were out in the field and the unsub had caught you… he had a gun to your head…” he got choked up with every word.

Your heart broke to see him in this state. “I’m okay Spencer, I’m right here… it was just a dream. Nothing is going to happen to me” you said softly, still holding his hand. He gripped onto you so tightly that you saw his knuckles turning white.

“I just… I don’t know what I’d do without you”

You smiled softly at him. “You don’t have to worry about that, okay? I’ll always be here…”

After a few moments of silence Spencer finally spoke up. “I’m um… really sorry that I woke you”

“You didn’t wake me… I couldn’t sleep either”

He looked down and even in the dim light, you could see his cheeks deep a bright red of embarrassment. You hadn’t even thought about how Spencer got so easily embarrassed.

“I uh… I get them too, you know. The nightmares. I think we all do”

Spencer fiddled his thumbs nervously – you knew Spencer well enough that he wanted to say something.

He looked up at you with his sad eyes. “Do you erm… do you mind maybe staying with me?”

You gulped loudly. It was no secret that you had a crush on Spencer – no secret to everyone but Spencer himself. He was a wonderful profiler, but not so good at picking up on the moves you attempted to put on him.

“Stay with you…?” you asked timidly.

Sensing your nervousness, he immediately shook his head. “Nevermind Y/N, I can tell that I’ve made you uncomfortable, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to… it’s just that whenever you’re around, you make me feel better…” his whispers trailed off.

At this point you both had slowly inched closer to each other, barely realizing that both of you were beginning to lean in.

“I want to stay” you whispered softly.

His eyes lit up – he crawled underneath his covers again while you stayed above the covers. As much as you wanted to be under those covers intertwined with Spencer, something in your gut told you to stay where you were.

You laid your heads down facing one another only inches apart.

Feeling bold, you reached your arm around to reach his back and started rubbing large, comforting circles with the tips of your fingers. As you continued, you could feel Spencer’s skin get goosebumps beneath your touch.

You instinctually pulled your hand away. “I’m sorry…” you whispered into the darkness.

He shifted underneath his covers. “Please… Keep doing that…” his sleepy voice croaked out. You smiled, loving the sound of his voice when he was tired and loving every moment of his closeness.

You continued to make small circles until soft snores escaped his slightly opened mouth. You couldn’t help but beam with adoration of this simple, wonderful man.

You studied the shape of his lips, his closed eyes and his dark, long lashes flowing out of them, and the sharp edge of his jawline. You couldn’t help but reach out and gently stroke the side of his cheek.

Once his breaths evened out and you knew he was asleep, your eyes became heavier and heavier. Before you knew it, you were fast asleep, lying next to your best friend whom you loved so dearly but didn’t have the courage to tell him.

Prompt: hi. bechloe. “we work out at the same gym and you always look super legit but i know you sing hannah montana in the shower and you know i know” au. i love your work and i hope someone brings you cake today.

Okay, so I know logically that it makes more sense for Chloe to be the gym badass, but also it’s more funny for Beca to love Miley Cyrus and deny it vehemently. This is my first attempt at a mini-fic, and it’s possibly a bit longer than mini, but I don’t know. Any and all comments would be appreciated, and y’all are aca-awesome.

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I sing in my car by myself. I laugh. A lot. At almost anything that’s not sad, really. I’m over emotional. I talk too much. Sometimes I don’t talk at all. I say the wrong things at the wrong time. I get embarrassed easily. I worry too much about what other people think. I love coffee. I have a hard time picking favorites because I love everything. I’m lazy and unmotivated. I want to be more fit. I want to live by mountains. I love to be alone but sometimes I get lonely. The kind of lonely that courses through your chest until you have trouble breathing. I am empathetic and sympathetic and I feel too much all of the time. I am me. That’s all I ever am and will be. I am a walking contradiction. There are things about myself I would like to change and there are things about myself that I wouldn’t change for the world. I have apologized too many times for things I shouldn’t have. From here on out, I am me. I am unapologetically me. I don’t live my life to please everyone else.