I came up with a “humans as aliens” scenario on the bus and now I’m writing a story snippet.
Karikki was sitting in the ship’s mess when the most recent addition to the crew stumbled into the room and collapsed into a chair with a relieved groan, dropping her head onto the table.
“Rough shift?” ie said, making a sympathetic noise as ie broke off another piece of ir food pack.
Melanie Dupré, recently hired on as a ship’s mechanic and as of one month ago the only human crewmember of the Xanaki Star, mumbled something into the table before lifting her head so that her translator could actually be of use.
“I could swear the ventilation ducts actually hate me personally,” she said. “I’ve been running around all day.” A look of horror crossed her features then, and she groaned again, dragging her hand across her eyes. “And I left my food packs in my room. Goddamn it.”
Karikki churred soothingly. “Don’t worry about it, you can have one of ours,” ie said, getting to ir feet and digging one of the vacuum-sealed silver packs out of the pantry.
Melanie made a noise that Karikki had learned to interpret as grateful and peeled the pack open, looking down at it dubiously. “You’re sure this is okay?”
“We’re nutritionally compatible!” Karikki said. “The captain checked, before we hired you on. Just in case you ran out of your own supplies. It should be fine.”
“Okay. Thanks,” she said, breaking off a square of the compressed nutrition block and popping it into her mouth.
A look crossed her face then that it took Karikki a moment to identify: disgust, ie realized. That was disgust–which was made all the clearer when Melanie gagged and grabbed a napkin, spitting the square out into her hand. “Oh my god,” she said.
Karikki could feel ir antennae fluttering anxiously. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is that a bad texture for humans?”
Melanie wiped her mouth, scrubbing at her tongue with the side of her hand. She shook her head. “No, the texture’s fine, it’s just like one of our protein blocks. It’s the [——], I’m sorry, I don’t mean to offend you, but it’s awful! How can you eat that?”
Karikki flicked ir ear. “Sorry, say that again? I think your translator cut out in the middle. It’s the what?”
i dont understand why the fandom is suddenly divided between flinthamilton and silverflint and ppl are abandoning ship like… there might be TWO men in flint’s life now !!!! and here i am expecting either or and you know what im gonna get?!
nothing im gonna get nothing thats what
It takes you a moment to process what’s happening. By the time realization kicks in, the Student Gov member delivering the carnations is visibly annoyed. She sighs, “I have about twenty more dorm rooms to visit. Could you please just take the flowers?”
You stare intently at the carnations. “This isn’t a joke, right?”
“Oh, this is actually for a YouTube prank channel that we’re launching, and – no, of course this isn’t a joke!” the girl snaps. She thrusts the flowers into your hands and stalks off into the hallway, a large box of carnations propped against her hip.
You mechanically fill up an empty jar with and stick the bouquet in the makeshift vase. Your mind rewinds back to Steve explaining that white carnations would symbolize secret admiration. If only there was a card –
A gasp escapes your lips as you notice a small card tied around the stem of a carnation. You quickly untie the gently knotted twine and hold up the card to your eyes.
can you do a jughead/riverdale imagine where
jughead breaks up with the reader, and the whole “squad” leaves the
reader, so in despair she goes to the river to kill herself ( like what Cheryl
did ) and Jughead saves her?
Warnings: Attempted Suicide, Swearing, sad
A/N: If you ever feel like self-harming or
think suicide is the answer, please, talk to me or someone. There are so many
people going through this, and I’d hate for anyone to feel this way. x
“I’m breaking up with you.”
Those five words had
basically killed you. You knew you’d hear those words, but you didn’t expect
them right now, after dating Jughead Jones for a year and three months. You
hadn’t expected the words to come tumbling from his mouth. They were like
bullets, each word hitting you in the heart. You had looked at the raven haired
boy, who sat across from you. You were both in a booth, where you spent your
time together. You had a sudden chill come over your body, the thick, khaki jacket
couldn’t even keep you warm. You looked outside, the neon sign reflecting onto
the window, but the thick, white snow still fell outside.
“How long?” You asked, looking
back at the boy who sat in front of you. He looked emotionless, whereas you, on
the other hand had tears welling up in your eyes and your hands were shaking a
little bit. You bit your lip, looking around the diner. So many memories were
made in this diner for you and Jughead. You had met him in this diner, along
with Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge. You had spent countless
nights with him, curled up in the booth, a book in your hands as he typed away
on his laptop.
“A few weeks,” Jughead
said softly. He could see how broken you were right now, but he swore he didn’t
feel the same. After a very intense conversation with Betty about her feelings
for him, he thought he didn’t love (Y/N) anymore, but deep down, he still loved
her. He was just too caught up in everything, and with Veronica pushing him to
love Betty, he got confused.
You couldn’t handle
seeing his face anymore. His beautiful, pale face. You looked down at your lap,
hand covering your mouth as you let out a sob. ‘Don’t cry, (Y/N)…’ Jughead’s words went straight through you as
you stood up, collecting your phone and book, shoving them in your bag and
quickly making your way out of the diner, walking in the snow, making your way
home and ending up on your bed, a sobbing mess.
None of them had talked
to you in three weeks. They all sided with Jughead and immediately left you.
Archie, Betty, Veronica, Kevin, even Cheryl had started befriending them all
and she was giving you a few side eyes and glares.
You walked into the
student lounge, one earphone in your ear as you listened to your Spotify
playlist. You had left your book and water bottle on the table in the lounge.
As you looked up from your phone, you saw a certain pair of blue eyes meet
yours. Along with your ex-friends. Goose bumps appearing on your skin as you
walked to the table, picking up the two objects you had to collect and shoving
them in your bag, you looked over your shoulder, all six pairs of eyes on you.
Your breathing had quickened, and you knew they all hated you. All because
Jughead broke up with you. You could feel it in the atmosphere and see the look
in their eyes. Running your fingers through your hair, you quickly left the
student lounge and made your way out of the building, wanting to get home as soon
Another two weeks had
passed and they were all still being so petty about Jughead breaking up with
you and they were still taking it out on you. It had been over five weeks and
they were still being so dramatic about this whole thing, but you just couldn’t
handle it anymore. You closed your locker gently, looking down at your Converse
clad feet and slinging your bad over your shoulder. You headed towards the
doors that you walked through every morning, the ‘Core Four’ as your peers
called the group that you had once been a part of, were walking straight
towards you, but you were not moving out of their way. Your shoulder had grazed
Jughead’s, and you looked over your shoulder, his blue eyes coming in contact
with yours. He had a slight look of confusion in his features, wondering why
you weren’t going the way he was going, since you both had English together.
You wanted to say ‘I’m sorry’. You wanted to apologise and have him hold you,
but you knew that wasn’t going to happen.
You had left the
boundaries of the school, the snow falling and creating a crisp, white layer on
the ground. You had taken a different route today. You weren’t going home. No.
You were going somewhere that meant a lot to you, and you wanted to make sure
that no one knew where to find you. The snow had gotten thicker, it reaching
above your ankles at this moment, and it was getting deeper. You trudged
through the snow, seeing Sweetwater River covered by a thick layer of the snow,
and also a layer of ice had been hidden underneath the snow.
Your hair rested over
your shoulders as you dropped your bag, letting it fall onto a log that was
peeking out of the snow. You took your phone from your back pocket, staring at
it for a few seconds before typing in your password and going to your messages.
You clicked on Jughead’s name and started to compose a text message.
‘i don’t know why everyone hated me so much
after you broke up with me. but now i understand, because i’m hating me too.
Jughead didn’t know why
he suddenly got a text message from you, but as soon as he saw what you had
written, he was on his feet, collecting his stuff and rushing out of the
student lounge. So many thoughts were running through his head. Where were you?
He tried calling you, but you didn’t answer, you were immediately declining his
“Juggie!” Betty had
called out to him, Archie, Kevin and Veronica also following the blonde, who
was following the raven haired boy. “What happened? Is it your dad?” She
continued, trying to catch up to him, but he was already out of the school
doors and jogging down the stairs. “Jughead, please!”
Jughead turned around,
his phone still clutched in his hand. “You! You’re all the goddamn problem! You
wanted me to break up with her. You all egged me on to do it! Putting into my
head that I’d be so much better with Betty! Well, no. I just wanted (Y/N) and
now she fucking hates herself and I have no idea where she is, but she probably
has one motive at this point and I think you all know what it is!” Jughead
looked at his group of friends, his face was red, but he was almost crying.
You had managed to make
it out to the middle of Sweetwater River, taking in a deep breath as the snow
fell, and snowflakes had landed in your hair and on your eyelashes. It was a
beautiful feeling, and you wanted it to be the last feeling you had.
Your clothes were a
strong contrast against the pure white snow, and anyone could possibly see you
amongst this blanket of white, but no one was around to see you disappear
within the snow, so it would be like you dropped off the face of the earth.
You took a deep breath,
the cold air feeling refreshing as you looked around one last time. You gripped
the sharp rock that was in your hand, looking down at the snow and dropping to
your knees. You pushed the snow, piling it up so you could see the ice. You
raised your hands above your head, the rock still grasped in your hands. A rush
of adrenaline had overcome you and you swung your hands down, hitting the rock
onto the ice. A small chip had been made, but bringing the rock down onto the
ice over and over again had started to show a result in what you were looking
“(Y/N!)” You heard a
voice shout across from the shore of the river. You stood still, but looked
over your shoulder. Seeing 6 people across the river, standing safely on the
shore, whereas you were stood in the middle, hearing the ice creak the
slightest bit made your heart beat faster. All 6 of your friends that had left
you were standing there. Archie, Betty, Veronica, Kevin. Even Cheryl was stood
there. But the last one, his signature denim jacket with a fleece collar and
his beanie, was stood at the very edge. His eyes were wide and he was paler
than usual. He was just hoping that the ice wouldn’t crack before he could talk
“(Y/N), please! Just,
come to the shore. We can talk through this. We’re so sorry!” Betty shouted,
and Jughead gave her a side glance. Betty and Cheryl were standing behind
Archie, and Veronica and Kevin were standing next to Archie. The boy that loved
you so much watched as you turned around, fully facing the group of teenagers
that had left you in a time of need. Jughead started forward, taking one step
onto the ice. Slowly walking towards you, he told the others to not follow,
because the weight of them all will surely pull them under.
“(Y/N). Come closer,
please. We’re going to talk through this. It’s freezing and you’re going blue.”
Jughead continued to walk towards you, but you stood exactly where you needed
to. The ice was starting to crack a bit more, and you wished it would hurry up
and pull you under the surface. “You know I love you and I care about you. I
don’t want you to do this. I’m sorry that I was so pathetic. I should’ve known
to stay with you. (Y/N), I love y-“
Betty Cooper stood
there, watching the boy she had probably the slightest feelings for, confess
his love to someone else. She wasn’t sure how to feel, but you loved him first,
and she went out and ruined that. She felt like shit, putting it bluntly, but
she would eventually get over it.
“You know I love you and
I care about you. I don’t want you to do this. I’m sorry that I was so
pathetic. I should’ve known to stay with you. (Y/N), I love y-“. Betty watched
as Jughead’s face dropped and went pale. He stood there as his girlfriend
disappeared below the surface. Archie was the first to move, bolting across the
icy surface in attempt to save his best friend’s love.
“Jughead! Come on!”
Veronica pushed him slightly, and Jughead realised that his girlfriend had
disappeared. Archie was almost at where she had just been standing. The ginger
dropped to his knees, seeing that the current had pulled her somewhere
underneath the ice, which was acting like a glass floor. Jughead hand scrambled
next to Archie, panting and looking at his best friend.
“Current’s pulled her
under somewhere, spread out and look for her,” Archie spoke to Jughead,
nodding. He watched the raven haired boy followed the way the current was going
and started pushing snow from the icy floor. Archie repeated the same words he
had just said to Jughead, in a louder tone. Everyone had started looking for
her. Cheryl was stood at the shore, a phone to her ear. She was wearing a pair
of heels, so Kevin had decided to give her is phone to call someone to get
“Found her!” Veronica
yelled as she pushed more snow away from the ice. Jughead looked up, his hair
dishevelled and his beanie was crooked on his head. He scrambled over to where
Veronica was and saw the body of his girlfriend starting to disappear deeper
into the water. He looked around, in hopes to find something to break the ice
with, but there was no luck. He looked at his hands, starting to beat at the
ice. He groaned, his knuckles could definitely not take this type of beating,
and Archie saw his best friend’s pain. Despite the words that Jughead would say
to him after, he pushed him aside and started to hit the ice. So far, Archie
was just cutting and breaking his knuckles, and blood was going everywhere, but
he had eventually started to break the ice. His blood was mixing in with the
water from the river. As soon as Archie had broken the ice, he and Jughead both
reached in, grabbing onto either of your arms, pulling you onto the snowy
Jughead took one look at
you as he moved you away from the hole that had been created in the ice. Your
skin was paler than usual, and your lips had gone blue. Your clothes stuck to
your skin and you were colder than the water that was trapped under the layer
of ice. “She isn’t breating,” he murmured, laying you on your back. He pumped
at your chest, hoping that it would start to pump some blood into your system.
Jughead shivered when he pressed his mouth against yours. It took him about
three minutes to get you back, but as soon as you spluttered the water from
your lungs, gasping for air, he pulled you into his chest, holding you so close
Archie had given up his
letterman jacket, since Jughead’s had become drenched somehow. You were in
Jughead’s arms, shivering and shaken up from the events that just happened. You
had realised in that very moment. As soon as your body went underneath that ice
and you couldn’t pull yourself up. You actually thought you’d end up dead, and
you definitely regretted putting Jughead, and everyone else through that.
“Juggie?” You whispered
as you sat up in your bed. Everyone agreed to not mention anything, so Jughead
took you home. You both got into the house just fine, since your parents were
out of state for the week. He let you take a hot shower, got you changed into warm
clothes (both you and him) and he let you sleep, while he took a shower, the
scene of you dropping into the water playing over and over in your head.
Jughead looked at you.
He hadn’t spoken much, because he didn’t know if he was going to burst out crying.
He had just brought you back from basically dying, and he was still shaking up.
“I’m so sorry,” you spoke
softly. Your skin was still crawling with goosebumps. Your room was probably as
warm as a sauna or something. The heater was on, you had two blankets on, a
pair of pyjama pants on, a hoodie and a fuzzy pair of socks, but you still felt
cold. You felt so cold and heartless for attempting to do that, especially in
front of Jughead.
“For what? If I hadn’t
had arrived when I had, you’d probably be at the bottom of Sweetwater River
right now, dead. And no one would probably know until summer, and that’s what
scared me so much. I love you and I don’t want you to go anywhere right now.
It’s tough for both of us, I know. And I am the worst person for pulling that
on you, and being so pathetic about it.” He sat on the edge of your bed,
looking at you. “Please, please. Don’t leave me,” Jughead’s voice broke as he
leant forward, head resting on your shoulder. Small sobs could be heard, and
your heart shattered into a million pieces. It was you that broke Jughead
Jones. And you’d have to live with that for the rest of your life.
The Alex Comforting Maggie Scene We All Deserved (aka Alex doesn’t get called away, and “I love you” happens)
She is so fucking proud of her.
She walks away.
She snaps and she freaks out and she walks away, but she doesn’t try to head out the door.
Instead, she heads straight to the couch and sits down.
And Alex is so fucking proud of her.
That’s the final proof Alex needs that Maggie is perfect.
But perfect for her.
Because Alex had told her that it was a relationship and she didn’t get to just walk out.
Maggie had listened.
So Maggie’s on the couch and she’s in agony and Alex hates it, hates the catches in her voice and the not-quite biting she does to her lips to keep them from trembling when Alex brings up her parents, hates the nod and the anguished “I know” and the terrified drop and tremble of her jaw.
She hates it, because she’s defeated and she’s helpless and she’s destroyed.
But she loves it, too, because she… because… because she’s Maggie.
She hears her own voice tremble on the word heal and the only thing that keeps her from breaking herself is how warm Maggie’s face is, how soft her hair is, the way that Maggie finally looked at her when she said her name, the way she’s leaning into her hand, probably without even realizing it.
“You don’t think I’m a bad person?” she asks, and Alex knows how many years Maggie’s spent feeling like she is, and Alex knows exactly, exactly, exactly what that kind of self-hatred feels like.
She looks off to the side because she knows Maggie, she knows that there’s only a certain amount of intensity, of vulnerability, that she can handle at once. So she looks off to the side and she quirks her lips and she says, “Actually, I always thought that you were perfect. But it’s really nice to see that you have problems, too.”
Maggie’s voice shakes when she says thank you, and Alex smiles because god, she’s never been so… she’s never felt this…
She pulls back because she needs to see her face again.
Pulls back – but not before pressing the side of her face to Maggie’s hair, because god she loves how close it feels, how perfect – because she needs to tell her something.
Because if she’s going to call Maggie out for keeping things to herself, she can’t do the same.
“Yeah,” she whispers as she strokes her hair, as she looks into wet brown eyes and steels herself for the scariest thing she’s ever done.
And she’s a DEO agent with a superhero little sister.
Scary is her job.
“Listen, I know we haven’t been together for five years, I know… I know it’s not… I know we’re still learning each other, and ourselves, but I… I never want to stop learning each other together, and I… No, Maggie, I don’t think you’re a bad person. I think you’re the most… Maggie, I’m not going to run. I’m not going to run just because you have a history – hell, I have a history, too, we all have histories – and I’m not going to let you run just because you’re scared. I’m going to prove you can trust me, I’m going to prove I’m going to be here for you, unconditionally, always, no matter what ghosts you have or what scar tissue you’ve got, because I…”
Maggie’s eyes are wide and her lips are trembling and her heart is bleeding and Alex needs her to know, needs her to understand, needs her to feel it.
“I love you, Maggie. I love you, I love you, god, Maggie, I love you, and I’m not going anywhere, and you’re not a bad person, and you – “
But her next words are lost in Maggie’s lips, in her tongue, in her arms and in her sob, in the way she pushes Alex back onto the couch, in the way her body wracks with sobs even as her lips cover Alex’s.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Alex pulls back, and Maggie stills immediately, sits up immediately. “No, no, you don’t have to get off, come back, come here, please, I want to be near you, I want to kiss you, I just… you’re crying, Maggie, I don’t – “
One of Maggie’s tears drips onto Alex’s cheek, and Alex reaches up to wipe her eyes, to stroke her hair, as she shakes her head, as she furrows her brow and confusion defines her every feature.
“I shouldn’t what, Maggie?”
She reads the answer in Maggie’s eyes before Maggie can force the words out of her lips, and it shatters her heart.
“Love me. You… you shouldn’t love me.”
Maggie sits up and crawls off of Alex, crawls to the opposite end of the couch, and Alex stays laying down, leaning up on her elbows, watching her. Watching her, scared to move, because if she moves, Maggie might run.
And she would understand why.
Because if Maggie loved her, and said so, god, she would say she didn’t deserve it, too.
Because she didn’t, she didn’t, she didn’t.
“I’m sorry, Maggie, I shouldn’t have said anything, I should have just kept my mouth shut – “
“No, Alex, it’s not you.” Her voice is distant and her voice is firm because she cheated, she lied, she destroys everything, not Alex, and she won’t have Alex blaming herself for this, too.
Alex stiffens and Maggie notices out of the corner of her eye, so she forces herself to relax her shoulders somewhat and she sighs and wipes her eyes roughly. Alex stays leaning back on her elbows, stays watching her carefully, stay wishing she would be gentler with herself when she wipes her own tears away. Wishes she were as gentle with herself as she is with Alex.
“I’m sorry. It’s…” She chances a glance at Alex, and the confusion, the adoration, the pure concern, the pure… love… in her face makes her want to scream, and makes her want to weep, and makes her want to cling to Alex and never, ever, ever let her go.
“You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, Alex. You… I loved Emily, yeah. I did, a lot. She was… we met in college, and she… and we were together a long time, my longest, like I said, but it… I wasn’t… I loved her, but not… not like this. Not like I love you.”
Alex’s heart stops beating and she sits up slowly, slowly, slowly. Maggie’s crying again, soft tears, silent tears, and Alex is pretty sure she’s crying now, too.
“But I shouldn’t, Alex, and you shouldn’t, because I don’t… you see what I did to her, what I… what I do. To the people closest to me. Because it’s not only about not trusting them, or you, it… it’s about trusting myself. I tore my family apart, Alex. I did that. Me.”
“Maggie, no, it wasn’t – “
“I know. I know. But that’s never… that’s never how it felt. It felt like it was me. Everyone told me it was me. And I believed it, Alex, because hell, you know, you believe what your mother says about you, too.”
Alex looks down and Alex takes a deep breath and Alex is in shock because she loves me, she loves me, she loves me.
“It’s why I tried not to date you, Alex, because… yes, because you were just coming out, but also because I… I ruin things, Alex. It’s what I do, and I never… I never want to ruin you. You’re… you’re a masterpiece, Alex. You’re the greatest thing this damn planet’s ever come up with, and I just… I destroy things. And I shouldn’t have gotten with you, because I don’t know what I’d do if I ever destroyed you, but I couldn’t help it, because Alex, I… I’m so sorry. You deserve to be loved by someone… whole, someone… Someone who doesn’t ruin everything she touches.”
Alex is sitting up fully, now, is kneeling back on the couch in front of Maggie, now, her hands in her own lap, now.
“Are you done?” she asks softly, gently.
Maggie nods and looks away, and Alex raises her index finger to her chin and helps Maggie meet her eyes.
“You do not ruin things. You do not destroy things. You aren’t broken, Maggie, and you aren’t a… a curse. You’re the masterpiece, Maggie, because you… you have survived hell – hell that your own family put you through, hell when you were a child and needed all the love and protection that I wish I could have been there to give you then – and after all that, the worst thing you do, what, you cheated on someone? Okay, that’s bad. That’s really, really bad. But Maggie, doing a bad thing doesn’t make you a bad person. It makes you a person. I’ve tortured people, Maggie, I’ve… I’ve killed people. People with families, people… people. And you still say I’m… those things you said I am.”
“A masterpiece, the most incredible woman in all of creation, the – “
Maggie’s smiling now, and it makes Alex smile, too, but she shushes her softly, because she’s not done.
“Maggie, I don’t love you because you’re perfect, or because I thought you actually were perfect. I love you because you like gross food like double toasted bagels and vegan ice cream, and I love you because you take care of the queer kids of color your precinct would rather lock up, and I love you because you have terrible morning breath and I love you because you make me laugh and I love you because you stand up for yourself and I love you because you’re stubborn and because you’re loyal and because you’re passionate and because you’re neurotic about parking regulations and because you’re into weird things like bonsai trees.”
“Hey, don’t hate on my trees.”
“And I love you because that’s the thing you decide to pipe up about. I love you, Maggie, and god, I’m sorry, am I saying it too much, I just… it’s like a floodgate, now that I told you I have to keep saying it, because Maggie, you deserve it. You deserve to be loved, and you deserve to be loved for exactly who you are. For everything you’ve ever been and everything you’ve ever done and everything you are now and everything you will be in the future. I want to be in your future, Maggie, I… you’re amazing, Maggie. You’re amazing, and you just… I love you, Maggie. I love you. I love you, I – I’m going to stop talking now. Sorry.”
“I don’t deserve you, Alex.”
“But you said you love me?”
A silence. A long, long, long silence.
Alex’s eyes are wide and Maggie’s eyes are soaked and she reaches to cup Alex’s cheeks in her hands and she kisses every centimeter of her face because “Yes, Alex. Yes, yes, yes. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”
“Well then. I don’t feel like I deserve you, and you don’t feel like you deserve me. But I love you. And you… you love me? You love me.” She can’t help but straighten and smile and Maggie chuckles wetly.
“You love that I’m your nerd.”
“My nerd. I like the sound of that.”
“Maggie. I want to be with you. Let me be with you. But like… really with you. So you have to try to trust me, to let me love you properly. Okay?”
“Do I have to?”
“I don’t like talking about myself, Alex.”
“But I… I trust you.”
“Well that’s a start.”
“You know what else would be a start?
“Heading over to the Baldwin and talking to Emily. You deserve closure, Maggie. You both do.”
“Alex, I – “
“I’ll drive you. I’ll be right outside the whole time.”
Requested by anon: “I’m so glad you want Reid lol imagine being the person Reid goes to when he’s over thinking or panicked. Just being there for him when a case or situation is overwhelming. I think that’s cute and dramatic lol -🐞”
A/N: First Criminal Minds fic on this blog! How exciting. ^.^
If their is one thing you consider your apartment, its safe. It has a good security system, locks, and of course the FBI agent who is your neighbor. Yes, Dr. Spencer Reid is your neighbor.
The two of you have become quite the friends. You’ve also even gotten to meet some of his co-workers/friends. They were all amazingly nice people, but they noticed how different your relationship was with Spence. It was completely friends, no co-worker, or case drama to mix in.
Over time your apartment has become a safe haven for the good doctor. No matter what time of day or night you’re always open to listen to his overly thunk thoughts or the nightmare he just had.
Often you’d even let him crash on your couch if it was late and he was still worked up.
All of these things made tonight no different. Finding him leaning against your door, looking like a lost puppy.
“Hey Spence” you greeted. Giving him a wide smile, something he dearly loved to see adhere your features.
“H-Hey [F/n], sorry to bother you just getting home but could we talk? Please?” his voice shaking a little as usual, for some reason it did that when he started talking but eventually warmed up to your presence. You thought this happened around everyone he was comfortable with but in fact it only happened around you.
This boy was head over heels for you. No matter how he’d like to deny it. He didn’t want to pull you intimately into the life of Rapists and Serial Killers.
“Of course, you know my door’s always open to you” Answering while unlocking your door.
He followed you in, taking his shoes off by the door. “What were you out doing tonight?” curious as to why you were later than usual.
“A date“ you answered simply. “Oh really?” he asked, his voice a bit pained.
“Yeah, it was a waste of time though. Guy was an ass. Last time I let my friend set me up with someone” you chuckled while standing in your kitchen. Having made some tea for the both of you. Not hearing his sigh of relief.
Meeting him at the couch you handed him a mug before sitting by his side. “So what’s got the doctor troubled?”
“I, um. You know how my mother has schizophrenia?” he asked hesitantly. You nodded having been told about his childhood already.
“Well I’m reaching the age where those symptoms begin to show, I mean I’ve had testing done and those results say I’m fine but there’s always the chance that I won’t be and it’s scary.” The pace of his words quick. He did that when trying to get a thought out or opening up to someone.
At this point you’re more than capable with keeping up with him.
“Spence, yes there will always be risk factors but if the tests say you’re going to be okay you should trust them. Over thinking about what might happen will only affect your time in the present. Enjoy life in the moment. And if something does end up showing itself then we cross that bridge when we come to it” You comforted him.
“But what happens if I do end up having something? What if I end up as bad as my mom?”
“Spence you know more than anyone that mental illness is different for everyone. There’s no guarantee that you will reach that point. But how things are going now, you’re about as normal as a genius can be” you giggled. Making a smile pull at his lips.
“Thanks [F/n]. You always know just what to say.” he smiled at you. Relief filling you at seeing he’s back to his fact spewing self.
“Hey, that’s what I’m here for.” You laughed, shrugging. “I’ll always be here for you Spence, okay?” reassuring him at taking his hand. He smiled, lightly squeezing it.
“[F/n]?” he whispered, staring at your hands. “Yes?” you matched his tone.
Looking up at you, hope in his eyes. A completely new expression on his face, one of hope and confidence. “Would you maybe want to–” Though his voice was cut off by his phone ringing.
He apologized before answering, “Hey Hotch… Yeah I understand… I’ll leave now”
He hung up the phone and looked at you apologetically “I’m sor-” you stopped him by raising your hand, “No worries, duty calls” smiling at him.
Getting up to leave he slipped on his shoes. He was halfway out the door when you stopped him. Looking at him from the couch you called, “Hey Spencer?” He looked back at you curiously. “Yes” you answered.
“What?“ His face contorting with confusion.
“Yes, I’d love to get dinner with you.” He visibly tensed from shock. “Y-You mean?”
You chuckled, “Being friends with you I’ve picked up some profiling abilities. I finished the sentence for you, how’d I do?” smiling at him, a sparkle in your eyes.
He smiled and looked at his feet, “Great, you did a great job. I’ll uh, I’ll call you after the case” nerves twisted with happiness in his tone.
“I’m looking forward to it” you smiled. He waved before closing the door behind him. Biting your lip you smiled before nestling into the couch further. Unaware of Spencer high-fiving himself in the hallway.