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nothing, he’d just answer your question then go quiet and walk away, well he was at least kind enough to give you his name. peter.

there was something in peter’s eyes that drew you in, they shouted how he was feeling inside while he kept his physical self locked tight. he was sad, hurt, lonely. you understood how that felt, to put up a mask around people that it’s not always easy to just drop.

the complex rooftop wasn’t the prettiest or cleanest, but you get a nice view of the sunset everyday and solitude, what more could you ask for. you like to come up here when you just need a break from being inside all day, feeling cramped and stuffy. bringing a book, or headphones to listen to music as you reflect, maybe even reading through the newspaper like a grandpa to see how spider-man is ‘destroying the city’ jameson’s words.

you were too busy zoning out at a random window that you didn’t hear the thud, only snapping from your mind when the sound of the door creaking opens do you look over your shoulder.

“peter?” he stepped further towards you, hands in his pockets. his face was neutral, only a slight tilt of his head. “y/n, right?”

you smiled, “yeah.” you went quiet for a second then asked, “wanna join me? having a mini meditation session.” holding out a wired earbud as an invitation for him to sit beside you.

he looked hesitant, ready to make an excuse to disappear again. “you know, it’s always good to talk to someone. but if you don’t want to talk we can just sit in silence.” treating him like a baby deer, gentle and slow.

“uh…i-i’d like that. thank you.” his sneakers carrying him along, a tiny smile on his lips. you smiled to yourself. peter settled beside you and neither of you spoke, just letting the wind and pedestrians fill the air. and then you decided.

“you know, i want to get to know you, peter. but you seem pretty allusive.” words pointed at him with your eyes on the sky.

he cleared his throat, “yeah, uh, i-i don’t really have any-anyone in my life so…i got used to my own company.” his shoes toed at some loose gravel.

ok for rom com 💐 could i do like needy clingy cuddly spencer reid?? maybe sleepy too. oh wait like after a case and they’re watching a movie and just like kinda sleepy makeouts on the couch with some shitty tv on in the background or smth.

this is me healing from just reading a TRAUMATIZING fic abt him </3

i wanna say this is early seasons spencer cause THATS MY BABYBOYYYYYYYY. hope this is okay, im mostly doing small stories or anything that will only be done in a day cause im not trying to stress myself with being perfect with my writing.

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it was only four in the afternoon but you just gotten off the jet from a three day investigation in oregon and the time difference always killed. you were able to take a minor nap but still, your eyelids just felt so heavy every time you blinked and you wanted to avoid coffee today.

“everyone enjoy your weekend, i’ll see in the office on monday.” hotch nodded everyone a goodbye as you presumed he was heading back to said office to get started on his paper work. gideon only waved a hand then hopped into his car before driving away.

you, spencer, elle, and derek were the only four left loitering on the turmeric, you couldn’t help but lean your head onto spencer’s shoulder to keep you upright. “well looks like sleepyhead is already getting a head start on her beauty sleep,” derek teased.

“and what a great idea she has, well everyone, rest up cause it’s gonna be paperwork and office coffee once we get back.” elle said then started walking away, derek also walking away talking about how we should get drinks tomorrow night.

“we’ll see,” spencer replied for the both of you. one of his hands rubbed at your clothed upper arm for moment then guided you both towards your car. “i’ll drive, you just rest for now,” he whispered before placing a peck to your temple, you hummed in appreciation.

-

he’s a nice guy, you found out his name is peter when he kindly offered to help carry boxes up to your floor so you didn’t have to make multiple trips. “thank you, i appreciate it, but they are kinda he…” the word heavy trailed off when he stacked three of your densest ones on top of each other like they were simply books. sleeper build you thought to yourself walking behind him.

“you sure you’re not the hulk or possibly thor with that strength?” teasing him as he followed behind you where you dramatically dropped your two boxes that were the weight of only one of his. you looked over your shoulder as you shook out your keys, his cheeks were a bit pink and his eyes slightly wide.

“uh-“ he laughed nervously, “just a gym rat you could say.” he cleared his throat when you opened your door, “uh where- where would you like these?”

“oh, just to your left is fine, not like i’m planning to get through them all today.” choosing to push your boxes through the threshold, the cardboard making that annoying noise for about five seconds. then you stood straight and made eye contact with peter.

“oh! how rude, would you like some water or anything? can’t believe you were able to do that in one go, would’ve taken me thirty minutes cause i’d need a break in between each one.” fist pressed into your hips as you evened out your slightly huffed breathing.

peter perked up, “uh i’m fine actually, but i appreciate the offer. i actually live below you so if you need help with anything heavy again, just knock.” hit his knuckles against an invisible door, giving a quick laugh.

you smiled, “i’ll try not to take advantage of that too often, but it’s at least good to know there’s someone i can chat with in this building. i’m pretty sure mary beth in 8d is secretly in some shady things, always just staring with those beady eyes.” shuddering at the flash of her cold stare.

peter was quiet for a moment then cleared his throat, nodding in agreement. “yeah, yeah. i’d- i’d like that. don’t have many friends these days.” mumbled more to himself but you faintly heard him.

“well, peter, starting today you and i are friends.”

-

“it is! it’s the most important film in the whole human earthworm franchise, how can you say that love?” yuuji pouted at the bright screen of his laptop, his left arm thrown over your shoulders to keep you held close to him.

your head lay on his chest, just under his chin, with your hand pressed over his heart. you didn’t really care that much about the movie, you just liked being close with yuuji while he’s simply existing. his slow breathing like your personal melody.

“you know i only watch these movies for you, yuu.” whispered in the dark dorm room. you felt his fingers move to softly caress at your shoulder, his pillow rustling as he moved his head to lean is against your crown. “you don’t have to,” he replied.

your fingers danced along his chest, playing with the cotton of his t-shirt. yuuji’s right hand joined you eventually and your fingers began their own slow dance of toying and lingering. “i know, but i like hearing you talk about the things you like. it brings a warmth to my heart, like whenever i see you smile and your eyes get scrunched because of your chubby cheeks.”

adjusting your head to lean back so you could peer at yuuji who happened to already be doing the same. sliding your hand away from his you quickly squished his cheeks and giggled at the exaggerated pursed lips he had. yuuji leaned in to press a wet kiss on your forehead.

he then pulled your hand away to intertwine your fingers and rest them atop his heart again. “you’re smile and laugh is like the perfect sunny day for me. it’s like the second i see you the clouds just disappear, whether they were good or bad, you make my day so so so much better.” yuuji’s voice started to crack, barely a mumble as he stared deeply into your hearts.

you felt frozen by his gaze, but it was good, you liked being simply admired by him. the movie became white noise as your eyes studied yuuji’s lips, they were slightly red and cracked due to him always losing his chapstick.

“i know it’s still early to say this-“ a hushed confession forming aloud, “but i hope we get to live a happy life.” leaning in closer while yuuji was a breath away.

“i’d like nothing more.” and then your lips connected. a promise, a future lifetime.

-

eyes closed, lips pulled into a soft smile while you let your body sway and twist with the rhythm of whatever mix the dj had cued up. your friends stayed close in your little circle, letting you feel loose instead of anxious.

one particular song was transitioned and it caused you to open your eyes and beam at your friends while doing happy jumps. “i love this song! holy shit!” your friend tipped her drink towards you and you took a grateful sip of vodka and whatever mixer before letting yourself be distracted again.

humming the lyrics under your breath, flinging your arms up and around, trying to be mindful of the other sweaty bodies pressed around you. you gave yourself a tiny twirl, but your ankles didn’t have their usual strength, so just as you were about to steady yourself you felt a warm palm being pressed into the middle of your back and a hand grip onto your upper bicep.

drunken chuckles escaped your breath as you looked over your shoulder to thank the stranger, “thanks for- dick?!” surprisingly locking eyes with those impossibly striking blue eyes in the darkened space.

“robin says we should catch that new movie, she ranked it pretty high, well more so said ‘it was a solid three for me but i bet for steve that’d be like a four point five’.’ you shrugged your shoulders while starring at the white ceiling.

steve, beside you, said “why’s she gotta act like she has better taste then me?” he moved his right hand into the air then dropped it back onto your shoulder.

“she’s a girl. we’ve all got better taste compared to guys,” placing your left ankle over your right and threading your fingers together. “if you were to write a love song what would the feeling be?”

a beat of silence. “what?” steve breathily asked. “like a-a tone of emotion? happy, sad?”