#tsundere!reader

There had to be something he was doing wrong. What that slight could possibly be, however, Azul had no clue. He tried just about everything—Offering beneficial contracts, flowers... Hades, he’d even tried music! But every attempt to earn your affection had gotten him nowhere. 

You sneered at every offer. Handed the flowers off to Grim. Put earbuds in over the music.  

Azul was at his wit’s end here. And he hated it. Being in love was painful enough. To be losing at the game was even worse. 

All he wanted was to move on. You were a hopeless cause, so he should just cut his losses and pretend he never felt this way about you to begin with. But every time you sauntered into the lounge, laughing, teasing, cheerfully sipping on your favorite drink while doing your classwork, he was painfully reminded why he adored you so. 

Your voice was gentle. Even at your loudest, he wanted to listen to you speak for hours. He normally loathed being the subject of jokes, but he could accept your taunts. They were playful challenges, each demanding him to answer, and the longer he could talk to you, the better. He had your orders memorized, even going so far as to prepare your drink in advance, as you usually came to the lounge at the same time each day. 

“I just don’t understand,” Azul sighed, leaning back in his chair and spinning a pen between his fingers. 

“Understand what?” Jade asked, leaning against Azul’s desk. He looked up at him, giving a sly smirk that Azul had long sense come to dread. “This wouldn’t happen to be about our dear Prefect, would it?” 

An image of you flashed through is mind, and Azul’s fidgeting stilled for a brief moment before he recovered. “What? No, of course not. My apologies, I’m simply... Thinking out loud.” 

“Thinking about Shrimpy~?” Floyd teased, looming over Azul’s right shoulder before slinking to the other side of his desk, mirroring his brother.  

“No!” Azul huffed, shooing them both away from his desk and pulling out a folder of unfinished papers. “Besides, they’ve made very clear they want nothing to do with me.” 

Floyd snorted in response. “Yeah, and that sure does bother you, doesn’t it?”  

Before Azul could begin to defend himself, Jade chimed in, adding, “Perhaps that’s all just an act. Surely you, of all people, should see through such a flimsy scheme, yes?” He suggested it so matter of fact, leaving no room to argue.  

But argue Azul would, nevertheless. “Exactly, I’d know. I’m no fool.” 

The twins both looked up at each other, sneering.  

This was going to be a long day, wasn’t it? 

“For a self-proclaimed expert in these matters, you sure seem to miss all the signs,” Jade chided, getting closer to Azul’s face. He refused to move backwards, but he desperately wanted to retreat into the quiet darkness of underneath his desk. 

“What in Seven’s name are you talking about?!” He exclaimed.  

Floyd shook his head. “Man, you’re so boring... Just talk to Shrimpy, won’t ’cha?” 

“Or better yet, let us talk to them,” Jade rested his chin in his hand, which was perched against all of Azul’s nicely organized paperwork. “We’ll handle--” 

“Absolutely not! And move your arm!” Azul pulled his folders away. He’d just work on them later.  

“Awww, you’re no fun,” Floyd whined, standing up and slinking to the door. “But really though, Shrimpy’s out in the lobby. And they were looking for you~!” 

Azul’s posture stiffened. You? Waiting for him? At this hour? He checked his watch to ensure he wasn’t running behind or something of the like. No, you had come to the lounge early. “You should have said that in the first place,” he huffed, standing up. “Instead of fooling about.” 

Floyd rolled his eyes, pushing the VIP room door open with his foot. “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?”  

Jade picked up Azul’s folders. “I can work on these, while you’re busy.” 

“No, I’ll finish them myself. Thank you very much,” Azul chided, following Floyd out the door. “Just get back to work.” 

Jade trailed behind, clearly just wanting to enjoy whatever show was about to occur.  

As Floyd said, you sat in a booth nestled against the glass walls of the lounge, ignoring your surroundings to study a fish swimming in circles about a single patch of corals. It was pitiful, watching the poor thing wander aimlessly, and Azul couldn’t help but wonder if you saw him the same way. Just a pathetic creature with no purpose but circling the same object.  

He stepped forward, clearing his throat. “Can I get you something?” He asked.  

You didn’t look at him right away. He shifted his weight awkwardly. He hated this suffocating feeling. When you finally looked up at him, your eyes narrowed, a look of pure distaste on your face. Azul looked away. He felt small, and embarrassed, and all he really wanted to do was curl up somewhere dark far away from your scrutiny.  

“Nah, I’m just getting some work done,” you replied, pulling out a notebook and pencil. You knew well the lounge rules—That an order had to be placed to stay on the property—But wanted to test the waters. 

Azul nodded. “... That’s good,” he said. 

“Seriously? You’re just gonna let me?” You laughed, propping your elbows up on the table. “You’ve gone all soft, Azul! What happened to the guy who had me put to work for the crime of waiting too long to meet with you?”  

He fixed his glasses, looking for something to do with his hands while staying as “calm and collected” as possible. What was he supposed to do here? What was the move? Did you want him to lash out? Or let it go? 

It felt like everyone was playing a game he never got the rules for, and he was left just trying to play it right.  

Before he could even decide on a response, Floyd slid up to the table. Azul flinched—He hadn’t even noticed Floyd approaching. 

“Here ya go, Shrimpy! Your usual,” he chirped, holding out a tray with your favorite order... And a second glass, which he handed to Azul. “And for you, that nasty zero-sugar stuff you always drink for some reason.” 

Azul didn’t grab the glass. “Floyd, what are you doing?” 

You hesitantly reached out and lifted the Dr. Pepper off the tray, setting it down on the table without drinking it. “Y-Yeah, Floyd, I didn’t even order.” 

Floyd rolled his eyes, pushing Azul’s drink against his chest and forcing him to grab it. “Yeah, but you’re always here all the time, so I assumed you wanted something,” his eyes narrowed as he grinned, head tilted to the side as he looked down at you. “Unless you have a reason to be here besides orderin’.”  

“Floyd-” Azul tried to interrupt, but you cut him off. 

“A-Absolutely not!” You stumbled, cheeks turning a coral pink. “Or I mean... I’m studying! That’s all! Don’t need anything else!”  

Wait, were you blushing? Azul stared in disbelief as you sheepishly looked up at him before staring at the fizzy drink in front of you.  

“Oh yeaaaah?” Floyd pushed Azul into the chair across from yours without a second thought, making Azul spill a few drops from his glass onto his uniform.  

He’d be upset, if he wasn’t so distracted.  

You kept looking at him, and looking away, and... Well, now, you almost looked angry.  

And, embarrassingly, Azul found he adored that expression on you. The way your eyebrows crinkled together, and your lips turned into an annoyed pout was adorable, whether he liked it or not.  

“Because Shrimpy, I’m starting to think maaaybe you’re here for something else,” Floyd teased. “Like seeing a certain Azul over here--” 

“Oh Floyd, just go away!” You snapped, covering your face with your textbook. “No one asked. I’m trying to study!”  

Floyd huffed in annoyance before giving Azul a snide grin before sauntering off.  

A minute of awkward silence passed. 

“... My apologies,” Azul finally said, reaching out to lower the book before pulling his hand away and folding it in his lap. “For interrupting your work.” 

You ignored him for another moment before setting the textbook down and slowly taking a sip of the drink. For once, you didn’t look at him with contempt, at least for a little bit. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Can you leave me alone now?” You mumbled, voice lacking the usual sting.  

Azul smiled. He was maybe starting to get the hang of this. 

The motel smelled putrid—artificial lemon cleaner, ammonia, and piss stains they failed to wipe away. Sam was half sure the underpaid and apathetic cleaning staff had accidentally made mustard gas in their rushed attempt at cleaning.

But that's not what you were worried about.

"There're two beds," you said, dropping your duffel by the door as your muscles loosened out of shock. All your attention was on the two queen beds, not on keeping a firm grip on the strap of your duffel.

"Yeah?" Dean shrugged as if it was nothing. No biggie.

"Yeah?" you snapped up at him, eyes wide and furious. "Yeah?? There are two beds! Three of us!"

"Oh, really?" Dean gasped sarcastically. "Well, I'll be sure to check under them for monsters since we're apparently, what, eight years old?"

"Shut up," you huffed, smacking the back of his shoulder and claiming the bed closer to the door, pulling up the duvet and off-white sheet to sit on the springy-hard mattress underneath.

"What, have you never shared a bed with a guy before?" Dean said, fully joking.

Until you didn't respond

"Oh, this is rich."

"I've never had to!" you squealed, glaring daggers into the back of his head as he searched through his duffel for his toothbrush and toothpaste.

He laid a small strip of white, minty paste on the bristles and shoved it in his mouth. "Bad news," he said, muffled, with foamy white bubbles at the corner of his mouth as he tried not to spit out the toothpaste when he talked.

"That's a disgusting habit," you murmured, shying away from his spittle. "And why can't you guys share beds? You're brothers, so it's, like, not weird..."

"Winchester genes mean being a human furnace; we'd die of heat stroke if we shared."

"And," Sam chimed in, "I'm a light sleeper. Erh, lighter... either way, Dean snoring directly into my ear all night would mean I'd get a good two minutes of sleep total."

"...then you're sleeping on the floor," you decided, chin up, avoiding looking Dean in the eyes.

"Hah, fat chance," Dean scoffed, spitting out the toothpaste into a small paper cup next to a coffee machine that's clearly been there since the Reagan administration. He pulled his shirt off over his head, scratching the low part of his back and walking over to your bed.

"What are you doing?" you hissed, pulling the blanket up over yourself as if personal modesty would cover up the lack of Dean's.

"Going to bed?" he said. "When you heard 'human furnace,' did you imagine I could sleep comfortably in a thick cotton shirt?"

"You're disgusting," you scoffed, squinting. If looks could kill, he'd be a pile of blood and guts on the floor by now, but instead, he's just a childish, cocky dickhead walking towards your bed.

"Pity," he huffed, cutting the conversation short. He sat on the opposite edge of the bed from you, manoeuvring under the duvet and curling away from you. "Night, princess," he teased. You grabbed a pillow from your side, reaching back and smacking it against his broad shoulder, eliciting a low chuckle as he flicked off the one lamp meant to illuminate the entire room. "What? It fits. Pretty but rude. And really fucking spoiled."

"Whatever," you huffed, squirming further under your blanket.

"God, get a room," Sam groaned, pulling a wide pillow over his ears. "Settle down, you two."

Dean rolled over, smiling as you looked over your shoulder to see the source of the rustling blanket noises. "What?" you whispered, not wanting to annoy Sam anymore. The brothers were bad, but either was a total bitch when grumpy.

"You're cute when you're mad."

"Shut up."

"Fine," he huffed, grinning, settling to face you. You could feel your vision going hazy, black creeping into your peripheries as your eyelids suddenly felt twenty pounds heavier. The last thing you could see before dozing off was rolling over, head lolling onto Dean's shoulder, hair brushing just under his jaw. It was like you were seeing yourself leaning into him, affectionate as all hell, but couldn't control it.

-> Spencer Reid as the soft spot for his cold coworker

details: use of Y/N, fluff, gn!reader, tsundere!reader, Derek + Emily are best friends, 483 words!!

It was morning, and Y/N was grumpy as always. They poured themselves some coffee in the BAU break room and grumbled to themselves about the day ahead.

Emily walked in, smiling at them. "Good morning, Y/N." She poured herself some coffee as well. Y/N rolled their eyes. "What's good about it?" Emily chuckled, "Grumpy as always, huh?"

Y/N glared at her and walked off to their desk.

The next unfortunate victim of Y/N's grumpy attitude was Derek. He smirked. "Morning, sunshine." Derek teased. Y/N glared at him too. "Piss off." Derek pretended to slap himself. JJ approached, "What's going on?"

Derek chuckled, "Just bothering the BAU's designated grump." JJ smiled. "How's your morning going, Y/N?" Y/N groaned, "Why won't you people just leave me alone?" JJ and Derek high-fived and went to sit at their own desks.

Y/N felt a tap on their shoulder, they whipped their head around, ready to give a snarky remark or mild threat, only to spot a tall man with big brown eyes and soft brown hair. He smiled, "Good morning!" It was Spencer.

Y/N's gaze immediately softened. "Spencer.." They said, affection radiating from their tone. Spencer handed Y/N a cup of coffee from their favourite coffee place, "I got this for you! I noticed that when you arrive late, you always have this specific place's coffee. It's location is the complete opposite direction of the BAU from your apartment, so it must be your favourite, right?"

Y/N smiled, "Yes, it is."

Spencer began to ramble on about something, but Y/N was just staring at him, daydreaming with a goofy smile on their face. Derek nudged Emily, nodding towards the two. Emily snickered, "They're SO into him it hurts," She whispered into Derek's ear, who chuckled in response.

Later, on the BAU jet, Spencer, Emily, Derek, and Y/N were playing cards. In the first game, Emily had won, Y/N had responded with "You just got lucky is all." In the second round, Spencer had won. Y/N had applauded and smiled. "You played really well.." They complimented him. Emily had a bewildered look on her face and Derek scoffed.

Throughout the entire case, Y/N INSISTED on being paired with Spencer. Their excuse? "We just work well together." "Yeah, right." Derek mumbled, which was responded with a dirty look from Y/N.

By the time they had returned to the BAU, Y/N had complimented Spencer 364 times! Derek yelled out "GLAZE!" When Y/N called Spencer handsome during the flight home. Hotch had just told Derek to settle down.

Spencer was going home, so Y/N walked him out. "I'm so happy to have been working with you, Spencer. You truly are remarkable.." Spencer blushed.

Y/N walked back into the office after Spencer left. "So, I heard someone has a crush on our boywonder--" Penelope said, walking toward them. Y/N rolled his eyes for the millionth time, "Who the hell told you that?"

“Please, Shino.” Terror coursed through Hinata. “I don’t think I can do it.” He sighed.

“What is it? What happened, Hinata?” His silky monotone voice carried subtle urgency.

“It’s Ino’s birthday tomorrow night!” Shino quirked an eyebrow under his hood, silently questioning where this was going. “Everyone’s going to surprise her... at… uh- you know that new barbecue place by the hotsprings?”

“Were you attacked?” He gave her hands a squeeze, patiently waiting to hear what urgency got the shy Hyuuga so worked up.

“No, nothing like that at all!” Hinata waved her hands defensively in front of her.

“So what’s the problem?” Shino asked slowly. Hinata began to stutter, looking as if she could burst into tears at any moment. Shino took in the terrified young woman who bit her lip, forcing herself to find words.

“Well, someone has to tell (Y/N)... and I was the only one who was available.” Shino pursed his lips. “I hear that she’s really upset again…” What else is new?

“And she is…?”

“In the Ōtori Aviary.”

“Okay,” Shino sighed, “I’ll tell her.” Hinata’s face lit up. Blood rushed to her head. She could almost faint from relief. Hinata thanked her teammate profusely and waved him off as he set off towards the Ōtori family aviary.

Shino’s hands dove into his pockets. It had been well over a month since the two of you went to Yakiniku Q together. That night had been a quiet one, though surprisingly comfortable. You greeted each other and he complimented your appearance. Your temper had been well suppressed, hidden by a layer of cosmetics and stylish civilian fashion. The two of you sat down to eat. You thanked him for removing his clan’s parasitic mites from your family birds and conversation was light. He paid for the meal and walked you home. He actually had a good time and thought you had as well. But for someone who always spoke her mind, he hardly heard anything from you since.

While many ran for cover at the first sign of your infamously moody disposition, Shino never seemed to mind. Your flaming temper was always something that he could handle and over the years he grew to enjoy what became a witty back and forth. As derogatory as the words became, there seemed to be a mutual understanding that at the end of the day, a mutual respect. He found himself waiting for your next outburst, which seemed to come at him more often than back in the academy. Shino assumed, hoped that they only served to cover up your interest in him. You were such a gawky girl in the classroom days, but Shino had too much self awareness to not notice how taken he had become with the raging spitfire you grew up to be. He thought that asking you out last month would settle things. Shino would get the last word, leave you speechless, and sweep you off your feet. That was, at least, the perfect world scenario, but he could never have expected that you would have been so unsatisfied that you would go completely silent. You, whose voice could be heard across the whole village, silent.

Shino approached the large, caged dome. He twisted the knob to the first door. Closing it behind him, he entered the aviary through the second entrance. Lush plants filled the dome, dividing the enormous area up into discrete habitats from the main space. Diverse families of trees that had been infused with chakra for many generations grew tall and healthy, providing a home for the hundreds of birds. Discrete caging lined the borders with catwalks leading to doors with steep drop offs. Somewhere, an artificial stream babbled.

Shino noticed you standing on one of the catwalks that wove around the high plantlife. Noticing him, you peered down, two large lanner falcons on your gauntlet. You turned away, and with a start, you thrust your arm up. The large birds flew up. Circling around to your back, the two predators transformed into two monstrous, speckled brown wings. The two heads rested on your shoulder blades. You lept from the catwalk. The air caught under your feathers and you glided down to where Shino waited. You stumbled as your feet hit the ground, the momentum keeping you forward in motion.

“Who died?” You questioned blankly, the wings turning back into falcons that flew to rest on a nearby branch.

“No one died.” Shino informed you plainly.

“Well, it must be important for you to show up here.” Shino shook, the bugs underneath his skin antsier than usual. Another bird came to perch in proximity to the two of you. A line of beetles retreated behind Shino’s glasses.

“Yes,” Shino cleared his throat. “Ino’s birthday is tomorrow. There’s a surprise party.” You looked with just your eyes to your left, to the right, then back at Shino. He cleared his throat again, bugs visibly squirming under the skin of his cheeks. “And you’re invited.” Shino finished.

“Where is it?” You crossed your arms, tilting your head. Upon seeing the Aburame member, you normally would have cursed him into next week, but you were more confused than anything. Aburame clan members would never be caught dead in the aviary. More birds began to surround you.

“The new barbecue place by the bathhouses.” Shino answered.

“What time?” Shino paused.

“I wasn’t told.” You stood silent. Shino’s posture showed nothing but composure. You, on the other hand, were slowly losing it.

“Is there a real reason you’re here, Bug Boy?” You shifted your weight, hip judded out to one side. You tapped your foot. More birds came to land near you and you lashed out, waving them away, “Oh buzzard off, you vultures!” You snapped, and the crowd quickly dispersed. The beetles quieted.

“Everyone else was too afraid to talk to you.” Shino bluntly stated. Your head snapped towards him, crinkled nose and creased brow.

“Yeah, what else is new?” You huffed, narrowing your eyes. “There’s nothing else?” You cracked your neck, “You came all the way to the aviary to tell me about a birthday party you don’t even know the time for.” It was less or a question and more of a statement.

“I would say to be there by seven if I had to guess.” Shino supposed. The suggestion in your tone flew over his head. Your lips formed a line.

“You know, you put me in a worse mood than the one I was already in.”

“I always do.”

You stood, blankly staring at each other. You expected him to continue, but Shino kept silent and still. He hadn’t moved from his spot since he entered. You felt your skin burning. Not a lot could make you feel dejected, but Shino’s expressionless face across from you at your table at Yakiniku Q could definitely get you there. You had gone as far as to actively seek help from Sakura. You went shopping. Despite your efforts, he hadn’t spoken to you since your date. And now, he, a bug user of the Aburame clan, simply waltzes into your aviary more than a month later with nothing to say. That alone was ballsy. You felt the heat rising in you. He just had to get in the last laugh, didn’t he?

“Is this some kind of sick joke, Aburame?” You seethed. “If you think that you can fuck with me because I…” You flushed. You took a second. “Because…, you are sorely mistaken! Like, Kami, how Academy of you. You’re a fucking Chunin you could at least grow the balls to...” Your cheeks blushed harder. You couldn’t say it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It was true. Shino didn’t know.

“Get out.” You grumbled and motioned towards the door. You put a hand to your mouth, whistling loudly. A great condor swooped down from the treetops. It’s impressive pitch black wingspan held streaks of white and it’s crimson, jurassic head tilted down. Shino ducked as it swooped over him. The beetles vibrated. With a sharp talon, the condor plucked open the door. It sat on the top of it, wings outstretched behind it as the bird peered down at Shino. “Get out before I sic the birds on you.” Venom dripped from your words.

Shino left wordlessly, hands still in his pockets.