So, I think Mary knows not just that Cas loves Dean but that Cas is in love with Dean. My evidence.
She saw The Hug and she had…suspicions. She saw the way Castiel didn’t fit and spent time with him. Then while the boys were gone she saw how it broke Castiel…Castiel who was counting the fucking DAYS since he’d lost Dean. She saw the speech to Billie, she saw the look that we all saw. She takes some time, stays in touch with everyone…then this happens.
When Dean starts pushing Cas at the waitress, Mary tries to stop him. She probably isn’t used to Dean being a performative lil bean or his regular BS. She just sees her sons telling the guy who’s in love with him to flirt with someone else and she wants him to stop.
She’s tender with Cas, understanding.
She sees how Dean reacts when Cas is hurt, there’s so much guilt in her; not just because she put her boys in danger but she knows what this will do to Dean.
When Cas says “The things we’ve shared.” She gives a look, like…”are you hearing this? Is there more to you two that I don’t know?????”
Mary knows, and you know how I was talking about Cas confessing romantic love more explicitly to a third party…If it happens I know who I want it to be.
Lunyx was like my first ship in the game/movie so I’m curious what they look like in my drawing. and since I’m getting addicted with screencap redraw/crossover, these happened. My curiosity has been appeased.
Imagine: Damon confessing Stefan he’s in love with you, but is afraid to tell you.
“So why you don’t you tell her?” The youngest Salvatore asked. “I don’t know,” Damon said. “I want her to live her human life how she’s supposed to.” He added. “But?” His brother said, knowing perfectly what Damon was going to answer. “I can’t be selfish with her… But I can’t live without her.”
“What’s that look for?” Dean asks through a mouthful, eyeing Cas over his burger.
A hint of a smirk graces Cas’ lips. “What look?”
“Don’t go pretendin’ to be innocent,” Dean bumps his boot against Cas’ dress shoe. “Tell me.”
“It’s nothing,” his best friend insists, though the light dancing in his blue eyes tells another story.
“Okay, then,” Dean says, unconvinced.
He takes another humongous bite from his burger and shoves a couple of fries into his mouth as well. Humming, he chews slow to savour the taste. It’s a pretty damn good meal. It’s been a pretty damn good day so far, in fact. This morning Sam had tromped into the kitchen, sniffling and croaky. Dean had taken one look at him and went nope! No way I’m spending time in the car with Sneezy!
The previous night, they had planned to check out a lead for a hunt. A run-down house at Junction City, not too far away, had been swallowing up a few daring, but stupid, teenagers. Sipping his coffee, observing Sam and the trail of tissues that follows him – Dean had considered not going, period. But then, he had heard the quiet but determined “I’ll go with you,” from Cas.
You really want to give your virginity to Johnny who has been your crush for years but you are a bit scared because you think your first time is going to hurt so he makes love to you in a gentle way and always asks you if you feel okay & leaves soft kisses everywhere in order to make you feel safe. You have an amazing first time which is followed by cuddling and kissing.
5 Times When Peter Parker had a completely obvious crush on you
1) He anonymously sent you a copy of your favorite book
Peter overheard you talking to one of your friends in the hallway of school. “I just cannot believe,” you were saying, “that A Tale of Two Cities is my favorite book and I don’t own a copy of it!”
Gwen, the friend by your side, shrugged. “Buy it.”
“Ugh, but that’s so much work,” you sighed. “I’d have to go all the way to the store and talk to someone to purchase it.”
Peter closed his locker, eyeing you from the side. You had moved on from the topic, slinging your red and black checkered bag over your shoulder and walking away.
He waved to you nervously and was delighted when you smiled to him. “Hi, Peter,” you say before continuing on.
The following morning shocked you because there was a package inside your locker. Well, more of a present.
It was wrapped neatly in gold paper with a ribbon on top and a note card with your name on it.
You looked around the hallway-it was still just morning time, students still filing into the school. You supposed it couldn’t have been hard for someone to break into your locker seeing as you spend every minute you can spare by sleeping in. Who, exactly, thought it would be a good idea to start high school at seven in the damn morning?
Either way, you hesitantly unwrapped the paper.
You couldn’t help but squeal in delight when you saw the contents; a book! Not just any book, but your favorite book!
You’d been talking to your friend, Gwen, about how you had yet to own a copy of it just the day before now. Perhaps she had something to do with it?
You grinned while you held the book to your chest, retreating to class.
Peter waved to you from his locker and you waved back.
2) You were gushing about your crush on Spider-Man
Michelle laughed at you from her side of the table. “You’re utterly insane, [Nickname], you know that?”
You pouted. “I’m not. I’m just saying that Spider-Man and I will probably ended up making out at some point. It’s bound it happen. I’ve read the fan-fiction on tumblr, Michelle, and I know at least one third of it was written by you.”
She rolled her eyes when you pointed at her with a plastic spork. “Hey, so on a totally different-and normal- note, can one of my friends sit with us today?”
You put her hand over your chest in mock terror. “You have friends other than me? That’s bull,” you laughed.
Michelle leaned back on her cafeteria seat. “Nah, he’s a little and helpless puppy-nerd. Yo, Peter!”
You looked back and smiled when Peter Parker made his way over. He set his bag beside yours and you pulled a seat out for him. “[Y/n], you know Parker, right?” Michelle asked, gesturing between you both.
“Yeah, sort of,” you replied happily. “You were in my biology Freshmen year! And we have lockers close together,” you told Peter, as though he didn’t remember it himself. Trust me, he did.
“So Peter, enlighten us both with your ever so smart nonsense,” Michelle purred, resting her chin in her elbow. “Do you think [Y/n] has a chance with Spider-Man?”
Your eyes widened and you promptly kicked your friend underneath the table. “Why?” you hissed.
Michelle laughed over her wince of pain.
“Uhm. W-why would you want a…chance…with Spider-Man?” Peter asked, looking at you. “Because,” you replied slowly. “He’s-well he’s the type of guy who just-”
“Because [Y/n] has a huge crush on him,” Michelle answered for you.
The rest of the day, Peter imagined what it’d be like for him to swoop you up in his arms while wearing his suit.
3) He offered to be your date when yours stood you up
The Midtown High School committee always held a party right smack in the middle of the year. It acted as a fundraiser and a survey for student interests at the same time.
This year, the theme is super heros! Everyone that would show up was meant to be dressed as a super hero, whether real or fictional. You would get to take pictures with little kids who showed up and what not. Plus, when the photography portion is over, there would be a marathon of hero movies in the theatre of the school-food and drinks provided.
Someone had ended up asking you out to this school event. You supposed he was cute enough. The plan was that you’d buy the tickets and he’d pay you back at the end of the night. You guys even decided to go as a super hero couple!
So you now stood in line at your school, handing money to Gwen. Gwen is the type of girl who is in ever single club at the school so it didn’t surprise you that she is also apart of the committee. “So,” she grinned, “I hear you’re going with Dreamy Danny?”
You blushed, looking away from her as she counted the money and tickets. “Yes, I guess.”
“You guess?! [Y/n],” Gwen said, all serious now, “Dreamy Danny has been the number one wet dream boat for everyone ever since he transferred. I’m going to be the sister-in-law of Dreamy Danny!”
You took the tickets from her hands. “You are not because we aren’t getting married. And Dreamy Danny isn’t all that, you know,” you grumble back.
Gwen nodded. “Oh, yeah. I’m sorry, I forgot you were only into nerds like Spider-Man and Peter Parker.”
You wanted to scream at her to shut up. “I don’t like like Peter, okay! All I said is that he happened to be really cute and I’m happy we are starting to be friends…and Spider-Man isn’t a nerd!” you added before walking off. Gwen called out to you, something along the lines of “Nerds are so your type!”
You tried to forget Gwen’s comment on Peter-especially since you are headed to the library to spend free period with him.
He greeted you with a cute smile, as usual. He had the seat pulled out for you and you happily took it.
“Ooh, you’re going to the fundraiser?” he asked, spotting the tickets in your hands.
“Yep! Maybe Spider-Man will be there,” you joked. Your crush on Spider-Man became an inside joke between you guys now, since it was the first thing you two had actually talked about.
Peter had quickly become a good friend. You enjoyed his company.
“Are you going with Gwen?” he asked, biting into an apple. “No, Danny Rand.”
Peter stopped in the middle of his bite. Danny Rand?! As in the guy everyone in school thought was really hot? Hell, his nickname is Dreamy Danny!
“I thought the same thing when he asked,” you admitted. “It’s all very weird. I actually thought he liked that girl, Colleen. But whatever, right? Peter, you said you’re going to the fundraiser tomorrow?”
He opened his mouth to answer but noticed your phone light up. The number hadn’t yet been saved.
“Oh. That’s Drea-Danny,” you say, unlocking the phone to read what he had sent. “Oh…”
Peter leaned in towards you. “Wait, what’s wrong?”
Your face had fallen, just a bit, and you wrinkled your nose with discomfort. “I’m getting stood up,” you announced, putting your phone face down. “And I already bought his ticket…do you want to come with me to return this?” you asked, waving the other one in your hand.
It didn’t totally bother you; Dreamy Danny isn’t your boyfriend, anyways, and you hardly knew him, so why should it bother you? But on the other hand, you’d gotten a bit excited. Maybe the idea of having a date was why you’d been excited.
But now you’re going alone. It made you a little sad.
“Uh, no,” Peter said, clearing his throat. “You don’t have to return it. I’ll go with you to the fundraiser,” he said, a small smile drawing the corner of his mouth up.
You raised your eyebrows. “Don’t you already have plans?”
He shook his head, leaning down on the table. Peter tapped his fingers on a textbook rhythmically. “No, I was going alone too. And besides, I didn’t buy my ticket yet. I’ll just pay you right now for it.”
You held the extra ticket close to your chest. “I don’t want your money, though. I’d feel bad!”
“Why?” Peter asked. “Wasn’t Danny Rand going to pay you back?”
You slowly nodded your head. “Well, yes, but isn’t his family super well off? Not that you’re poor!” you quickly apologized. Peter only laughed at that. “Hey-think of it like this! I bought my own ticket, you just picked it up for me. Okay? Say ‘Okay, Peter,’” he coaxed as he switched the spare ticket in your hand for a five dollar bill.
“Okay, Peter,” you nodded.
4) You showed up as his superhero S/O
Peter insisted that he should have picked you up for the fundraiser, but you told him no and he’d already been enough of a big help. Peter, you texted him, you don’t have to go out of your way to do that! I’ll meet you there, don’t worry! :)
So he waited, bouncing on the balls of his feet while playing on his phone. His costume was a Nightwing one, black and blue with his hair slicked out of his face.
A taxi eventually rolled up and he watched curiously to see who would get out of the car.
He almost screamed out loud when he saw your costume.
You had decided to come to this thing as Starfire.
STARFIRE. OF ALL PEOPLE. AND YOUR COSTUME…NO, he yelled at himself, I CAN’T LOOK AT HER THAT WAY.
Since the event was a school function, you’d opted for a more modest take of the alien’s outfit, seeing as the comic version involved as little cloth as possible. But your hair was curled the way Starfire’s was and you looked absolutely gorgeous.
You happily skipped over to Peter and admired his costume. “Hey! We match! You know, Nightwing and Starfire are da-”
“Yeah, I know,” Peter quickly interrupted before you could say it. Dating.
After some chatting, you guys decided to head into the school. All Peter could think about was the fact neither of you planned this.
What a coincidence.
5) He saw you in an unexpected place
Summer had finally come for New York. The school year ended with Peter romantically confessing his feelings for you then giving you a hard, passionate kiss.
Haha. Not. It’s what he would have liked to have happened, but instead you guys went back to his apartment and ate ice cream with his Aunt May.
The intense July heat gave Peter much more of a reason to ask Mr. Stark to help him train and learn more at the facility. The air conditioning there was so cold and perfect. Not perfect for winter, anyways, but it would be just fine for this time of year.
Tony escorted him around the place again for good measure. “Hey, so when can I meet the other Avengers?” Peter asked eagerly. “I mean, you know, officially meet them.” Peter wouldn’t call getting his ass kicked by Steven Rogers a ‘proper introduction.’
Tony hesitated. He wasn’t completely over the incidents with Steve-i.e the time when everyone on the Avengers split into side and tried to beat each other up- but gave in. “I guess you can meet some of them now. Come on, kid, follow me.”
Peter cheered to himself and followed after Tony. “You can meet a few of the softies first. You know, to ease your way into it. Let’s start with Banner.”
Peter paled. “How is he a softie?! He-he could kill me,” Peter said quietly, as though if he said it louder he would actually die.
“A lot of people could kill you, kiddo, but Banner won’t. You can also meet his kid. She’s about the same age as you and has some weird powers. Probably something to do with Bruce’s bio~hazardous sperm.”
Peter wanted to point out that if Bruce did sleep with someone without a condom, his ‘bio~hazardous sperm’ would most likely kill the poor woman.
There was a wide set of tinted glass doors, a few words of warning printed onto them. “This is our playground,” Tony explained. “The science lab. If the Big Guy is anywhere, he’s here. You wouldn’t have seen him yet, but his kid, you have. She was at the airport.”
How could Peter forget? She pummeled him into small Spider-Boy pulp. And all because he said her mask was a bit unreasonable( his exact words were “I mean seriously, how do you breathe with that? And purple? Not a good color on you.”).
Tony pressed a few buttons and then pushed the door open. “After you,” he grinned to Peter.
Peter stepped in, cautiously, and looked around. There wasn’t anything absolutely crazy like he’d expected. In one corner of the room there was a couch with a new looking book on the armrest and a knit blanket sprawled over the cushions.
In another corner, a cabinet of glass beakers and other items; beside that, a door that led to a storage room-Peter thought to himself that it probably held chemicals.
In the very center of a room was a wide table. Expensive looking computers and the same hologram screens Tony used were littered about it. Behind the table was a man with scruffy dark, graying hair. He has thin glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, buried deep into his work.
Although that wasn’t what made Peter gasp in utter shock.
There was a girl standing on the ceiling.
Standing. On. The ceiling. Her hair didn’t fall out around her head, and her clothes weren’t slipping off of her that way it should have when someone is hanging upside down. She was humming to herself, occasionally doing flips and spins. She even landed perfectly back onto the surface!
“Kiddo, Big Guy, why don’t you stop being weirdos and say hello to the guest,” Tony says.
The girl didn’t bother to look at Tony and huffed. “Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled. Peter watched in awe at how she got down from the ceiling. She simply walked down the wall and to the floor.
But Bruce had already moved over and blocked Peter’s view of the girl’s face. “Tony, who have you kidnapped now? He’s only a teenager.”
“Maybe Tony should be kidnapping teenagers if you guys intend on locking me up here and raising me hidden away from society.” That voice-
And then she pushed past her dad. Her [e/c] eyes widened in complete surprise. “Peter?!” Bruce’s eyes narrowed at Peter, then. “You know [Y/n]?”
“Wait,” Tony interrupted. “You know Peter?” he asks you. “Well duh, I know Peter,” you say, though your eyes don’t stray off of your friend. “Why do you know him?” The question was directed at Peter now. He realized you had meant ‘Why do you know Mr. Stark?’
Tony proudly pat Peter’s shoulders. “Kiddo here is Spider-Man!”
It was then that you realized not only have you once beat up your favorite hero-but also your crush.
Request: for the anon who asked for a “Reid x reader where they are both in the BAU and are in love with each other but haven’t confessed. Reader thinks Reid is in love with Maeve (or someone else, totally up to you) so starts to distance herself and then Spencer confronts her and they both give this romantic, fluffy confession.”
A/N: Ok wow. This one has been sitting in the inbox for quite awhile and I feel bad about that. Finals really burnt me out and then I feel into the worse writing slump that I’ve ever had, but I’m happy to have finished this one and hopefully the slump might be ending! Anyways, this one is probably a smidgen more angsty than I intended for it to be, but it’s cute and fluffy at the end I promise! I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: honestly other than some angst and maybe one curse word, there’s nothing to warn you about
Word Count: 2.5k
“No! It has nothing to do with that,” Spencer laughed, resting the phone between his shoulder and head, trying to do his paperwork while continuing his conversation. You sighed in frustration and stirred more coffee into your coffee. You’d joined the BAU team almost two years ago and had immediately clicked with all of the team members, particularly Spencer. Friendship had led to inevitable feelings for you, but there was one problem. You’d fallen into the friend-zone. This was breaking your heart. (Not Spencer being happy of course, that was the only good thing that had come out of all of this situation.) It was the cause of that happiness that was the source of your loathing. Maeve. Spencer had confided in you about her months ago, when you’d noticed him disappearing four hours a few times a week. You know what, it was fine when she was some disembodied voice on a telephone, but when she became a real person who the team had worked their asses off to bring back from an abduction alive it was your worst nightmare. That was when you’d realized he was in love with her.
“(Y/N)!”, JJ said waving a hand in front of your face. You snapped out of the trance you hadn’t realized you’d fallen into and shook your head.
“What’s up, Jayje?” you asked plastering a fake smile on your face.
“Just bringing you more of those transfer forms that you were asking for,” she replied placing the stack of paperwork on your desk. “So, you’re really doing this huh?” she commented, leaning against her chair.
“I’ll call you back,” Spencer said quickly hanging up the phone.
“What’s going?” he asked leaning forward to gain you and JJ’s attention.
“Late for meeting Morgan at the gym, so you’ll have to excuse me,” you said cutting her off as you stood up. “Not a word,” you muttered in her ear. “Have a nice day, JJ. Reid,” you replied curtly before making a b-line for the elevator. Spencer flinched at the short tone you had used with him and glanced at the stack of papers on your desk.
“JJ, what was that about?”
“(Y/N) asked me not to say,” she mumbled, smoothing out her skirt and collected the finished report from the last case that was sitting on your desk.
“I’m not talking about this transfer or whatever it is you two are doing,” he said, crossing over to her, “I’m talking about why she has been giving me the cold shoulder.”
“Spence she’s not-”
“Please don’t lie to me,” he pleaded, “I just want to know what awful thing I did to make my best friend hate me.”
“Best friend or girl you are secretly in love with?” JJ asked before she could stop herself.
“That’s not fair,” Spencer snapped, looking down.
“Well, my question is still valid although you seem to have found someone who sparks your interest more these days”
“Maeve is just a friend. How many times do I have to say that?”
“A friend who you can’t go one day without talking to for at least an hour?”
“I value her opinion.”
“There used to be someone else’s opinion you valued above everyone’s and she’s not going to be around much longer,” JJ hinted, subtly trying to clue him in without explicitly telling him.
“JJ, what are you talking about?”
“Spence, I love you. You know I do, but this is something that you are going to have figure out for yourself or you are going to lose one of the best things that ever happened to you,” she replied, before walking back to her office leaving Spencer standing in the middle of the bullpen more confused than when the conversation started.
“Hey there Pretty Girl,” Morgan called as you strolled into the gym.
“Hey hot stuff, sorry I’m late. I had to discuss something with JJ and then change,” you explained, dropping your gym bag by the door. You’d swapped your usual work attire for a loose tank top, cropped yoga pants, and your Nikes.
“Not a problem, I’ve got the whole afternoon open,” he replied, leaning against the wall. You laughed and stretched your arms over your head. Other than Spencer, you considered Morgan to be your best friend. “So you gonna tell me what this is really about?”
“Time for a little brush up on hand to hand. The last case was a little too close for comfort,” you lied. In reality, you were looking for an outlet to take out some aggression.
“Uh huh,” Morgan muttered, clearly unconvinced.
“Ready? Go,” you said lunging for him in an attempt to derail his train of thought. Derek knew you too well and simply side stepped. You turned on a dime and swung your leg toward his knees. He caught your foot in his hand and shoved you backward. You and Derek had been sparring together since you joined the team, and in that time you’d only beaten him once. In your current distracted state, you had no chance of winning. You steadied yourself and kicked again, this time swinging your leg up to strike his face.
“So you asking for a transfer has nothing to do with Reid hanging around Maeve?” His question made you freeze up, foot stopping right next to his face, instead of following through.
“What?” you demanded, still frozen.
“Your ‘oh so secret transfer’, does it or does it not have something to do with Reid,” he asked, pushing your foot down to the ground.
“How do you know about that?”
“Did you really think Penelope wouldn’t tell me?”
“I didn’t think she would see it until it was too late,” you grumbled, crossing your arms.
“How long has Hotch been sitting on that paperwork?”
“The first part, a week. I just turned in the rest of it earlier and I guarantee he’s going to hold it as long as he can or until I force him to file it. He’s not happy about this.”
“I don’t blame him. The team is losing a damn good agent and profiler,” Derek replied.
“The team will be fine,” you insisted, grabbing your bag from where you’d dropped it, “Don’t try to talk me out of this, I’ve already made up my mind.”
“(Y/N), no one wants you to go but we want you to be happy,” he said walking over to you. “I’m just questioning whether or not this will make you happy.”
“I’m happy. It’s just time for a change,” you said slinging your bag over your shoulder. “I have to go.”
“In more ways than one it would seem,” Derek replied, tugging you into his arms, “if you do this, I’m gonna miss you, Pretty girl.”
“I’ll miss you too,” you told him sincerely squeezing his muscular form, “but there is no if. I’m doing this.” You strode out of the gym, shoulders only slumping slightly as you questioned your decision. You sprinted to your car and drove like mad to get home. You were desperate to shake that little seed of doubt that Derek had planted in your mind about your decision before it had time to take root. “Oreo,” you called to your kitty as you opened your apartment door, “I’m sorry I’m late. Are you hungry?” you spoke as you passed through the entry but froze. Spencer was sitting on your couch with your cat curled up in his lap, just purring away. A bowl of popcorn and two beers had been casually placed on your coffee table, while Doctor Who played in the background. “Um, Spence?” you muttered, mentally kicking yourself for giving him the spare key to your apartment. The sound of your voice finally caused him to look up from the book.
“Oh (Y/N), hi,” he said closing the book and setting it on the back of the couch.
“What are you doing?” you asked, dropping your gym bag and purse on the ground before heading to the kitchen to start dinner for yourself.
“Well, I thought since we have the day off tomorrow, maybe we could do movie night?” he asked glancing over at you.
“Movie night?” you snorted, “We only do that when one of us is upset.” You shifted your weight from foot to foot as you filled a pan with water, and you could feel him staring at you. “I’m fine.”
“Clearly you’re not,” he insisted, getting up and walking to the kitchen much to Oreo’s chagrin. She pouted as she hopped up on the counter and sat by her food bowl. You shook your head at her before filling the bowl. “You’re upset about something, there’s talk of some kind of transfer, and on top of all that you’re avoiding me.”
“I am not,” you mumbled, setting the pot down on the cooktop, “I’m just working some stuff out.”
“C’mon (Y/N), I know you. You don’t do anything without getting other people’s opinions.”
“Spencer, you are the smartest person I know. So why don’t you use that big genius brain of yours, to put all that information together and figure out why I wouldn’t tell anyone,” you said turning to face him. He scrunched his eyebrows up together and you watched as the realization washed over his face.
“Probably,” you muttered, grabbing a box of spaghetti out of the pantry.
“Why? When? Where?” he asked, trying to deal with the new information.
“Sex crimes,” you replied, breaking the spaghetti over the pot, “Remember Hotch leant me to them a month ago. Before I left, Agent Tyler told me if I ever was done with BAU there’d be a job open for me in his department and I’ve decided it’s time to move on.”
“But why? I don’t understand. You were happy until like a month ago,” he said, running a hand through his hair.
“A lot can change in a month,” you mumbled, reaching over and smoothing a hand over Oreo’s fur.
“Don’t do that,” Spencer groaned, snatching your hand, “Don’t shut me out when I’m just trying to understand-”
“Well, this is one thing you can understand,” you insisted.
“Then explain it to me.”
“Why? You just said that I’m the smartest person you know.”
“Spencer, please. I am trying not to hurt you.”
“You’re already hurting me by shutting me out, so just say it!”
“I’m in love with you, damn it,” you shouted, tearing your hand away from him and wrapping both arms around yourself. Spencer froze and just stared at you. There was no way that those words had come out of your mouth, no way. Right?
“What did you say?” he asked hesitantly.
“I’m in love with you,” you repeated still hugging yourself, “and watching you fall in love with someone else is slowly killing me. I can’t do it anymore. You wanted to know, so there it is laid out plain as day. I know it’s my own fault for falling in love with my best friend who could never possibly into me that way, but I did and now that’s something that I’m going to have to deal with. I’m-” you were trying to explain but were abruptly cut off when Spencer took your face in his hands and pressed your lips together. It was your turn to freeze be confused. You settled into the kiss after a few seconds and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I don’t understand,” you muttered as you both pulled away to get some air.
“Well, I thought that would have cleared some things up,” Spencer chuckled, pressing his lips against your forehead, “but I didn’t just come here to have movie night. I came here to tell you something that I should’ve told you a long time ago, and now that you’ve expressed a positive sentiment about me this will go much more smoothly for me.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well, to put it plainly, a few of our coworkers knocked some sense into me in regards to feeling but JJ really hit the nail on the head. She made it obvious that I was being a coward. I was content to watch the girl that had dazzled me and ensnared my heart from the moment I met her go about her life and make connections with other people without ever stepping up and going after what I wanted. Her. I did a lot of thinking this afternoon, and I realized that she was right. I had sat by and watched you live life, date other people, have fun, while I sat on the sidelines content that if I couldn’t be with you the way I wanted to be that I could still be in your life. I could live with that, but what I can’t do is be without you in my life. You make me a better person, inspire me to do things I never would’ve dreamed of doing, listen to me when I ramble or blurt out facts, and so many other wonderful things. I’m in love with you (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I am whole heartedly and undeniably in love with you. So, here I am laying my heart out for you and hoping that, if you’ll have me, you’d be willing to hold onto that heart even though you’ve already had it for quite some time,” he replied, holding you close, smoothing a hand over your cheek and wiping away a tear that had fallen from you eye. You were speechless the confession was so beautiful. Without a second thought, you crashed your lips into his and tangled a hand in his hair. He responded immediately, arms tightening around your waist. “I’m hoping that’s a yes,” he chuckled as you parted again.
“Well duh,” you giggled and tried to stop the happy tears from running down your face as you brushed the hair away from his face. “I’m sorry I’m crying, I’m just really happy.”
“Happy tears are good.”
“I thought you and Maeve were-”
“Ah yes, that. When it first started, I think she and I were both actually considering a relationship of the romantic variety but we both realized that we were trying to replace other people who we were actually in love with,” he explained.
“Well, I- oh crap.”
“I guess I should call Hotch to see if I can cancel that transfer.”
“I think you’re safe.”
“I think Hotch hasn’t actually filed the forms yet. Penelope was snooping through the files on his computer when she found the email.”
“Well, everythign seems to have worked itself out,” you chirped happily, “and seeing as you’re here, still want to do movie night?”
“Absolutely, but first. These are for you,” Spencer said producing a bouquet of flowers from the sleeve of his cardigan.
“How did you do that?” you laughed, taking the flowers and setting them in the vase on the counter.
“A magician never reveals his secrets.”
“How on earth did I get so lucky to have you in my life?”
“I ask myself that question every single day,” Spencer admitted and kissed you again.