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☆ author's note: this series is going to be looooong and sloooow burn im warning you (i already have like 4 chapters ready and 15 chapters drafted). i do not think that this is my best work because it's my first time writing a fic in english, so there might be some mistakes but at least no AI!! tell me what you think and please reblog if you liked it!! + cecile's presentation is coming ;)

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ see all the chapters to: i wanna share an apartment, a room and a bed ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

☆ summary: spencer reid asks penelope garcia to help him find someone to rent his guest room to. the girl she finds turns out to be the most interesting topic in the doctor's apartment. and we all know that when spencer reid's curiosity is sparked there's nothing you can do to stop him.

☆ tags: rommate!au, season 2 spencer, possible mistakes about dc and quantico geography and american uni and things idc really, fluff?? i dont know how to tag things I'm so sorry i just know they're cute

☆ words: 2.7k

1 the guestroom

It was a cloudy but warm morning in Quantico and rare sunrays crossed the office of the Behavioural Analysis Unit giving Spencer Reid the hope of the actual start of spring. The office was quiet and everyone was pretty tired after a weekend of really harsh cases, so they didn't even have something to mindlessly talk about while waiting for Hotch to remind them to work. The whole team sat down at their desks, their arms folded over piles and piles of reports, aware - having seen JJ doing the same thing and not researching new cases - that those were going to be their only mansions for the day.

Everything suggested that it was going to be a slow and quiet morning, or so Spencer thought.

Summary:Frank reconnects with one of his old friends again. He finds out his friend has a daughter, you, he never talks about and sees that some things never change with people. But Frank is there to be a father figure to you. (Reader is a teen!)

Author’s notes:This is for the people who have never felt love with their fathers and found comfort in someone else. I know I have mentioned before that I have two moms but I also have met my father and when he was in my life I felt like an outsider to my own family. Thankfully my grandparents made me feel seen and now I no longer talk to my father but I still have a long way to heal. I hope that this brings comfort into someone’s life if they are going through this. Remember lovelies. You are loved. You are important. You matter. Enjoy. Mwah!🫶🏻

Warnings: Daddy issues, neglect, mental abuse, and underage drinking. But don’t worry there is comfort.

The notification on Frank’s phone is startling. He sees the name and his stomach drops. It’s your father. Frank hadn’t talked to that man in years due to a falling out and it was for the better. Reluctantly, though, he opens it. Wonders what the bastard wants. The text is simple.

“Hey.”

Frank ponders if he should answer but sure enough he does.

“Hey. Why are you texting me?”

As he waits his heart is racing from anxiety. What did he want? Frank’s life was so much better without him around. So why after all these years?

“Look Frank. I’m sorry for how I was in the past. I know I was a real dick back then but I’ve been trying to change. I was hoping we could hang out soon. Catch up on the years missed.”

Frank hesitated for a moment…Then finally said,

“I appreciate you for apologizing and owning up to your actions. I’m inviting my bandmates over soon for a bbq. You’re more than welcome to come. It’s on Saturday at one.”

“Cool. See you there.”

When Saturday rolled around Frank discussed to Jamia about his old buddy and warning her that if things go bad he might get angry and yell. She understood completely and told her husband she’d be there.

Soon there was a knock on the door. Frank thought it was Gerard, Mikey, or Ray but no. It was his old buddy…And a girl in an oversized hoodie that did not look happy. “Frank! It’s so good to see you again!” Your father speaks while shaking his hand. Frank is polite and gives him a smile. “Uh…Who’s this?” He points to you. “Ah this is my daughter.” “Daughter…?” “Yeah. She’s 15.” “Wow…Didn’t know you had one…Uh hi. I’m Frank.” He holds his hand out and you take it giving it a firm shake.

Frank then introduces the two of you to Jamia who gives you both a warm welcome. “You’re so pretty!” She tells you. You smile softly at her.

Frank observes you through the get together. Notices things. Like how you looked drained. You giving your father looks. Finally Frank comes up to you and says, “Hey…You okay?” “I’m fine.” You lie. “…Want to talk about it? I’m here to listen. Or unless you want to talk to Jamia. You know. Girl to girl.” “I said I’m fine.”

“She back talking to you?” Your father interrupted. “Uh-“ Before Frank could get his input in your father says, “I apologize. She’s hot headed. Going through a phase where she hates everything and everyone.” “I don’t think that’s the full truth you know.” Frank says. “Usually kids are like this because something’s going on.” “You have kids?” “Well…No.” “Then be quiet. And you.” Your father turns to you. “Put on a goddamn smile before I take everything away.” Frank gives him a look. “That’s not really necessary. She’s fine.” “No she ain’t. You don’t know her like I do.” Your father soon walks away to grab another beer.

Frank looks at you. You look like you’re holding back tears. “It’s okay…Want to go to my guest room? I have a tv and some books in there. You can hangout there if you’d like.” “I’m fine. Thank you.” “You’re welcome, kiddo…Food should be ready soon.” He gives you one last smile and leaves to talk to his bandmates.

This isn’t the first incident Frank had to face. One day your father invited Frank and Jamia over for dinner. Frank had met your stepmother and step siblings. He knew of them. They were all he talked about. All except you. You came in and say hi to Frank and Jamia. They say their hellos to you. “You’re rocking your outfit!” Jamia tells you. Your step mom rolls her eyes. “She looks like a whore.” She mutters under her breath. Jamia looks over and says, “Excuse me?” “Nothing. Nothing at all.” Frank makes a look over at your father wondering if he’d say anything but nothing.

It made Frank and Jamia feel uneasy. You were just 15. A child. During dinner your father asked about your step siblings days. But not yours. Frank turned to you and asked, “Hey, kiddo, how was your day?” “…Good. I watched some cartoons.” “You still like cartoons? Awesome! Cartoons are cool. What did you watch.” “Transformers. I love transformers. Bumblebee is my favorite.” “Bumblebee huh? Yeah he’s super cool. I like StarScream.” “Really?” “Yeah!” You finally crack a smile but then your father spoke, “Ugh I get her those damn figures and she opens them.”

Jamia then spoke, “Isn’t that what kids are supposed to do…?” “They’re collectors. Not toys.” “Then why are they in the toy-“ Frank just put a hand on her arm and shook his head. She huffed and took a sip of her wine.

Another incident a month later was your father taking you to a movie. Frank suggested he’d do that. Frank went along and enjoyed it and so did you. But the car ride to the store your father was complaining about it and how much of a waste of money it was. “Well I liked it. Ain’t that right, kiddo?” He asked turning to face you in the backseat. You just nodded.

At the store you were looking at the Transformers toys and looking at the latest Bumblebee figure. “That looks so sick, kiddo!” Frank said. “Yeah…Hey dad! Can I get this?” You ask. Almost hopeful. “Pssh. No. Too expensive. Put it back.” You didn’t argue. Didn’t complain. Just put it back. Frank thought that was very mature of you. “It’s okay. Maybe next time you can get it.” He says while patting your back. His attention then turns to your father who picked up a pack of badeblades that was the same price as the Bumblebee figure. “What are you doing?” Frank asks.

“Oh getting these for my collection. I started to collect these bad boys again.” “Thought you said that the Transformer was too expensive.” “Well-“ “Whatever man.” Frank huffed. He didn’t want to hear his excuses.

Another thing that pissed off Frank was when your father took you and Frank to ihop in the middle of the night. Again. Frank’s idea. He had talked to your father about how he needed to spend more time with you rather than his step kids. At ihop you had ordered an omelette and a stack of pancakes. You ate everything without leaving a crumb. “That good kiddo?” Frank asked you. “Yes…I’m so stuffed. I’ve always been a heavy eater. My mom used to say I should be in one of those eating competitions.” “Hey if you ever decide to do that me and my wife will be cheering you on!” You smiled and chuckled.

The bill came and your father looked at it. “God damn. What are you trying to do huh? Burn a hole in my pocket?” He asks staring at you. “What..?” “Look at this shit. It’s because you ordered extra.” “Dude calm down. Your meal wasn’t exactly cheap. Besides I’m paying.” Frank said. “I apologize for my greedy daughter.” “Dude. Be quiet. She’s not greedy she’s just a growing kid. She’s gonna wanna eat.” You looked down. Your joy had been stripped from you.

From then on Frank noticed you’d check the prices of meals and tried to get the cheapest one. And half of the time it wasn’t something that you liked but you forced yourself to eat it.

Then Christmas came. Your father and Frank were going Christmas shopping. Frank was getting presents for Jamia and his bandmates. As he was doing so the talk of the evening was your father’s step kids and what he would think they would like. “Look man that’s nice and all but what about kiddo? I know you love your step kids and that’s good but you gotta think of your first baby.” “I’m not getting her those damn Transformers figures. She takes them out of the box. They loose value.” “Dude I like collecting things too but she wants them out to display them.” Your father rolls his eyes. He ended up getting you a Transformers mug but that was it. It was something though.

On Christmas Frank and Jamia came over. They had presents for you. They watched as your step siblings opened up their presents and complained. Saying that’s not what they asked for. Meanwhile when you got your mug your eyes lit up and you thanked your father. Jamia and Frank then handed their presents for you to you. Jamia got you a stuffed animal of Bumblebee and Frank? He got you the Bumblebee figure you asked your father for that one day. You jumped up and down and thanked them over and over again while giving them both hugs…

It was now New Year’s Eve. Frank and Jamia were at Gerard’s place for he was hosting a New Year’s party. Through the middle of it he got a call from you. That was odd. He answered anyway. “Hey kiddo. What’s up?” The line is quiet for a second then he hears your sobs. “What’s wrong with me…? Why does my dad hate me so much..?” “What..?” “You don’t even know the half of it Frank…Sometimes when I tell him I love him he ignores me…And when I text him he leaves me on read…He always complains about everything…He cares more about his step kids than me and they love to rub it in. I…I want him gone…I want him out of my life I’ve never felt so unloved before…I cry almost every night and…Fuck…He makes me out to be this horrible spoiled brat but I’m not…I’m really understanding…I just…I need you and Jamia…” At this Frank’s heart shatters. He knew your father’s actions affected you. But to finally hear it? Fuck.

“Where are you, kiddo?” “I’m at a friends…I also drank a bit…I’m on my mom’s time…So don’t take me to my dad’s please…” “Okay babygirl. Me and Jamia will be there in a second. Stay put okay? What’s the address?” After you tell him the address he hangs up and finds Jamia talking to Lindsey. “Hey we gotta go.” “Why? Everything okay?” “Kiddo needs us.” Mama bear mode kicked in Jamia and nodded eagerly.

When they finally got to you Frank rushed in the party your friend was hosting and found you crying surrounded by friends comforting you. You look up and see Frank. You rushed over to him and held him tightly as you cried. “I hate him! I hate him! I feel so unloved and worthless! It’s all his fault!” You yell drunkenly. “Baby girl I’m right here…Jamia is here too. We love you. If we didn’t we wouldn’t be here. Let’s get you to your mom’s okay?” You nod.

When you get in the car you sit in the back with Jamia. You rest your head on her shoulder as she strokes your hair in a comforting manner. “It’s okay sweetie…I got you…” She whispers. Your waterworks never stop.

When you arrived to your mother’s Jamia helped you to your room while Frank discussed with your mother how she needed to fight for custody over you. She was absolutely horrified about the stuff Frank had told her about and cried. She felt awful for not knowing how badly your father was hurting you.

A couple months had passed since that night and Frank or Jamia hadn’t heard from you or your father. The both of them hoped you were okay.

Frank and Jamia were out shopping for they were expecting twins when Frank felt a tap on his shoulder. It was you. You looked better. Happier. Brighter. “Oh my goodness! Kiddo!” He hugged you tightly and you hugged back while giggling. “How have you been?” “Much better. I’ve been living with my mother since New Year’s. There was no court battle thankfully. My father just didn’t care.” That broke his heart but he was happy you no longer had to deal with him anymore. “Where’s Jamia at?” “Ah she’s using the bathroom. Me and her are expecting soon.” Your eyes lit up. “Really?! Oh my goodness congratulations!” “Thanks…I’m a little nervous. What if I fuck up?”

“What are you talking about…? You’re already like a father.” “How so?” “Um hello? When my father was being a dick you always showed that you cared. You always were there to listen and you know more about me than he ever did. Don’t stress too hard about it Frank. You’re already an awesome dad.” Frank held you tight and you hugged him back. “You’re an awesome kid…Me and Jamia will keep you updated okay? And we’d love it if you’d have an older sister role for our kids.” You smile and nod. “Thanks Frank…Well I better go. Me and mom are watching Transformers all day!” Frank chuckled. “Okay kiddo. I’ll see you around. Text if you need anything!” With one final wave the two of you went off separately and it eased Frank’s mind that you were okay. It’s what you deserved.

It was September 1, 1992.

Two new Professors. 

One almost all the girls fell for. They sighed dreamily when they saw him and were eager to please him. He was of course, a great wizard. After all he's done amazing things. That's what he claims at least. He seems far to impressed with himself and always seems to loose focus when he see's his own reelection. Rumor is he carries his own hand mirror. At least that's what Headless Nick said. Who told another ghost. Who told Peeves. Who told portraits. The list goes on. Oh how Severus loathes him. Thinks the man's far to much of an idiot to teach the....children. The great hall doors open. The other new professor walks in. Stumbling a bit. Yet she's beautiful. "Ah- Students meet your new History of Hogwarts Professor- Professor Snape." Dumbledore says, blue eyes twinkling with delight. Snape? The students wonder. Is this there miserable potion professors sister? Cousin? She's far to pretty to be his wife...right? It was until their new Professor kissed Severus's cheek they figured she was related somehow- but no. She was his wife. By choice mind you. No love potion or unforgiveable curse was used. 

Margot Snape. 28 years old. Hufflepuff. You will know who she is in time. Or rather, who she used to be. She started dating Severus when she was 13. And even when he was her professor when she was 17, she continued to love him. She thought that her last year was going to be marvelous. Until it wasn't. Until October 81, 1981. That's when her whole world crumbled. And over the next two years, Severus helped he pick it back up again. Then on May 2, 1984 -she got married to the love of her life.

little did she know. In the next 5 years- her life is getting much, much worse. 

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Title: Pretty Picture (Kokichi)

Synopsis: Random thought abt lies n pics

Warnings: Angst (?), Lies (obvs), slight signs of depression

Notes: first fic of all time favorite character, hope y’all like. actually not at all a very deep thought.

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He sometimes thought of what it meant to lie.

What was a lie exactly?

His rough definition of it, “a way to make things a whole less boooriiiiiinggg.”

But actually, he had thought about it more than what the average person does– specially when he’s staring at the darkened ceiling in the middle of one of his sleepless nights. Arms crossed behind his head, half-lidded eyes, tired, fashioning eye bags that he’s going to cover up with makeup in the morning, pondering why he’s still kicking.

Like how he’s doing now. Only that right now it’s the brightness of midday that covers the surrounding white walls of the patio they’re currently in. Him and his classmates. Well, more accurately, his classmates playing volleyball a couple yards away, and him. Him standing away from the group. Not taking part in whatever jokes they exchanged. They sounded funny.

If an onlooker passed by and saw the scene, they would think, “Oh, what a nice time those teenagers are having.” Seem to be having. Because what that passerby saw was a momentary glimpse of they’re daily life. It’s not a video shot with a drone from various angles, catching every breath they make. It’s just an impression of reality that that onlooker took with them. A picture taken just at the right moment. 

That’s his take on a lie.

A picture-perfect image, taken at the moment where everything is perfect.

Like a picture that you see hanging in a waiting room. Rolling hills plastered in front of a resting sun during a hot, summer evening. A perfect landscape. Correction, a perfect picture of a landscape.

And you can tell it’s a picture. You know in the way the clouds aren’t moving to the wind that doesn’t sway the tall grass. The same breeze that is supposed to disperse the overbearingly fresh aroma of pine, or that supposedly nudges bugs in a different direction from their intended path. That piece of reality that makes you realize that the beautiful scenery around you is not an illusion, but a dream that you are living awake, is not there. 

The picture lacks all of those things. The annoying and the pleasant. The sting of tall weeds and the feel of warm breeze. 

So that’s why it’s a lie is a picture. 

The lie captures all of the pretty, cute things that your eyes want to see. The things everyone else wants to see. The image that comes up when they hear ‘beautiful landscape’. The ideal reality. 

But reality isn’t ideal.

Reality is truth. So if that reality has been tinkered with, it ceases to be the truth. 

It becomes a lie.

The compilation of the best pieces of a landscape. A carefully crafted lie of a scenery. 

And that is a lie. Just a pretty picture.

“Everyone! Picture time!!” The crowd stopped their conversations to turn and face the phone’s front camera. Arms swinging on top of companions’ shoulders, peace-signs hovering on friends’ heads. Everybody ready to take a group picture. A perfect memory of the second of good time that they’re having. 

“And it seems they don’t want me in it” Kokichi thought.

In a split second Kokichi dashed from his spot far away from the group and leaped directly in front of the camera. Arms wide and silly face, so that none of his classmates’ faces could be seen through his body.

“Now it’s a true picture.”

“It has me in it. The person nobody wants on the picture dead in the center. A complete imperfection.”

“And it’s also a reminder for me. It’s a trick to myself to believe I was wanted.”

That I was ever wanted in the picture-perfect landscape.

𝐀𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲!!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 (𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧)

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬