manic pixie dream girl

please please please let me get what i want 888teen i write sometimes

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since i'm new on here, i think i should make a short intro (and a place to keep what will probably end up being super messy, organized)! so here goes

basics

name: Ker

age: 18, minors DNI on anything NSFW

pronouns: she/her, but honestly anything works

dms, asks, requests: always always open! i'm super busy but i'll try to write often!!

fandoms

fandoms i'm in: criminal minds, outer banks, stranger things, 5 seconds of summer, grey's anatomy, the summer i turned pretty. this is all i can think of but i swear there's more, just ask if i write for something!

people i'll write for:

criminal minds: spencer reid, aaron hotchner, emily prentiss, luke alvez, derek morgan

outer banks: jj maybank, pope

the summer i turned pretty: conrad fisher, jeremiah fisher

5 seconds of summer: luke hemmings, michael clifford, calum hood, ashton irwin

anybody from any fandom i'm in upon request within reason!!

others: i don't write smut now, i might eventually but as of now i just don't think i'm any good at it. as a woman, i'm never going to write male!reader content purely because i won't feel right writing it, so all reader inserts will be afab or gender-neutral.

my top 3 artists rn: Arctic Monkeys, Tyler the Creator, Mac DeMarco

masterlist

ALL MY WORKS HERE

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things have been so crazy but since they calmed down, i wanted to give everyone an update. i’m in a program for homeless people with mental issues, i’m in a really good shelter with my own space, back in my old town with my friends for now. i’m on financial assistance, i don’t have to worry about food or almost anything else until i make okay money. the programs i’ve worked with this past week are getting me mental help, as well as trying to get me into college with free-subsidized tuition and housing. i wanted to tell you guys that everything is really really looking up for me and i’ll keep you as updated as i can ❤️

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hi. this is a very hard and very weird post for me to be making and i wanna apologize for my absence first.

as of today, i’m homeless. my father is an emotionally and sometimes physically abusive man and after getting rained in 60 miles away with my partner, gave me the ultimatum of submit to his control over my entire life at 19 years old or leave. this came after i chose to ignore him entirely as a result of him attempting to attack me but getting stopped by my mother.

my mother is not an option for help nor are any of my siblings because they’ll all fight tooth and nail to defend the breadwinner. she’s allowed him to turn my service off, but he hasn’t figured out that he didn’t remove my SIM card or prevent my phone from working on wifi. he is going to do everything he can to make my life away from him as hard as possible.

i have places to stay for the week, but i have no money for food or anything i might need. i hate coming on here and asking for money, but even if you could just offer me advice, i would deeply appreciate all of it. please message me if you can help me in this situation in anyway and i can always provide a slightly more detailed (and less messy) rundown on the situation.

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i think i desperately need to write some finn wolfhard and mike wheeler content. like desperately.

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the holidays have me trapped but i swear i just need to edit the first one a bit, it’ll be out either today or tomorrow (26th)! feel free to yell at me for taking forever 😭

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i think i desperately need to write some finn wolfhard and mike wheeler content. like desperately.

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i also have a wattpad story that runs from seasons 1-5 that i’m working on if anybody would be interested 🧍🏽‍♀️

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i think i desperately need to write some finn wolfhard and mike wheeler content. like desperately.

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PRI'S FIC RECS : TSITP (CONRAD FISHER EDITION !)

[ ♡ ] : personal favourites !

🎙️ finally doing this for my most fave character on this wreck of series....connie baby you deserve so much better!! and im glad fanfic exists to write exactly that :") #teamconrad4lyf

also!!! pls feel free to promote yourself or recommend any more fics cause there is a lack of them unfortunately :") and a thank you to all writers for their amazing works!!

P.S THIS GOES WITHOUT SAYING BUT PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS AND MINORS DNI WITH 18+ CONTENT, the rest is up to you as i am not in control of your media consumption :)

AO3 FICS

lover by @light-yaers / tumblr link [ ♡ ][ ♡ ][ ♡ ]

synopsis : It's been five years since you've been back to Cousins, Massachusetts; and Belly and Jeremiah are getting married. You and Conrad were best friends once, will you ever be best friends again?

notes : THE fic that made me a conrad girlie, so well written, the characterisation and the flow and just everything. i love this so much with my whole heart.

Redux by @/acosmist_t [ ♡ ][ ♡ ]

synopsis : You closed your eyes and drowned in the past and present as they met right here, right now, in the backseat of a beaten car and in the care of the boy who taught you to love for the first time. You wanted to want him gone, you really did, but he made it too damn hard or exes to lovers set in a band au

notes : YES. i FORCE you to read this, idc what you're doing, READ THIS NOW. this has everything and will MAKE YOU FEEL EVERYTHING YOU COULD POSSIBLY FEEL AND MUCH MORE??

TUMBLR FICS

after her, there was you by @pankowblues [ ♡ ]

synopsis : meeting conrad in freshman or sophomore year of college. he’s not over belly but eventually because of reader he gets over it and falls in love again.

notes : second chance at love <3 ; very cutesy ; deserved ; i love this writer's conrad works pls go check them out !!!

"you're my person, resting bitch face and all." by @princesscrter [ ♡ ]

synopsis : grumpy!reader x conrad fisher <3

notes : when i tell you, i love ac's writing. i love all her works, i will eat up anything she posts and so should y'all!! im so glad i found her through connie and this work is one of my fave of hers <3

The Wedding Guest by @roznnreads [ ♡ ]

synopsis : Conrad finds love again in college, at his brothers wedding, set after the events of season 2

notes : eagerly seated for pt 2, pls read this if you haven't already!!

Oceans by @seaglassandink

synopsis : When Conrad calls you from Cousins Beach, you expect a catch-up. Instead, he tells you Belly and Jeremiah just showed up engaged. What starts as a late-night FaceTime turns into sixteen years of friendship unraveling: old wounds, unspoken love, and the sting of realising he still hasn’t let go of her… and maybe never will.

notes : this is truly a gem. i love this series and i highly HIGHLY recommend if you love a good exes to lovers <3 or just connie in general lmao

you are in love by @marveladdictjones

synopsis : conrad being the best boyfriend ever.

notes : pls give my bf conrad i need him and this is so so cutesy <3

a playlist for you by @rainandsentences

synopsis : just monotony and some old devices.

notes : playlists for you loved one as a love language? sign me TF up.

THE SUMMER HE PROPOSED by @/pankowblues

synopsis : conrad proposing to you way better than jeremiah's lame self ever will :)

notes : as mentioned before, this author's conrad works <3 pls read them <3

Diagnosis:love by @certaimromance [ ♡ ]

synopsis : your boyfriend has been distant for weeks, but now he’s finally ready to open up and share what’s been weighing on his heart.

notes : this had me crying screaming giggling it was everything. i love you author for this.

empty space by @/rainandsentences [ ♡ ]

synopsis : wedding day at cousins, what could go wrong when belly returns home?

notes : hi so um i need like 14 more of this thank you. i love this, on a serious note take your time ofc :)

The Summer I Chose You by @mostlyinsanechrissy

synopsis : as the title says :)

notes : clicked for the amazing fic (no regrets) ; stayed for the charlie & leo pfp <3

last christmas by @tea-biscuits-books

synopsis : one lonely christmas you’re met with surprising company…

notes : to heal us all from e3 <3 thank you for this <3

conrad b'day surprise by @raven-dor

synopsis : conrad surprises you on your b'day :D

notes : as a july bby, i loved this!! and happy bday to anyone having an upcoming bday hahah <3 or belated happy bday <3

Strawberry Kiss by @weirdfanaus

synopsis : you find out Conrad's still in love with Belly.

notes : yes. angst. but comfort. i love love this.

vampire by @cherrywaves333

synopsis : conrad locks eyes with reader for the first time since their break-up.

notes : i love me some good old angst!!!

A TASTE OF HEARTBREAK by @bnnyskirt

synopsis : in which reader attends the debutante ball with conrad, and leaves with heartbreak.

notes : i love angst always!!!! and and eagerly waiting for pt 2 AND I HOPE HE GROVELS <3!

Always, Almost by @/rainandsentences

synopsis : when her chest physically hurts and her heart flutters violently for him, how would she tell him? you don’t tell that stuff to your best friend… do you?

notes : this one. this one hits all the right places but brutally and it HURTS.

...more to be added ! & happy reading :D

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vampire || c.f

summary: conrad locks eyes with reader for the first time since their break-up.

warnings/tags: cussing, smoking/drug use (very brief), reader shoves jeremiah, panic attack/anxiety, break-up, fluff, angst.

a/n: i've been working on this one since season two and i forgot about it, but i think it's so much better than it used to be so i'm glad about that! thank you for all the love on my last post, i'm sorry i'm so inconsistent, writing takes me so long and i never have enough time. hope you all enjoy this one, it makes me sob!

two summers ago, y/n was in love. so soul-crushingly in love with her best friend, Conrad Fisher. when they were growing up, he would see her in the window of his neighbors’ house, tending to her grandma. she had started going to Cousins when her grandma got sick. he remembered talking to her for the first time when he was twelve. 

“hey!” he yelled awkwardly over the fence. 

the girl looked up from her book, “hi?”

“what’cha reading?” conrad asked, desperate to find an excuse to keep talking to his pretty neighbor. 

“Hunger Games,” she squinted away the sun to take in the person she was speaking to, “why?”

“you wanna swim?” he offered, pointing at his pool.

“don’t know how,” she admitted. 

the rest was history. that was almost seven summers ago now. as twelve year olds, they were inseparable, but as adults, it was a totally different story.

two winters ago, conrad broke up with y/n after two months of non-stop fighting. she used to be a breath of fresh air to him, like breaking the surface after a long time underwater. when it was all over, he described her as a suffocating bitch. 

two winters ago, conrad and y/n were completely destroyed. they wanted this relationship so desperately and truly gave until they had nothing left to give. conrad became even more frigid and reserved with the weight of his failed relationship on his back. y/n finished a collection of songs she had started writing during her time of “will they? won’t they?” and eventually formed a band with her new material. 

the band itself had been pretty popular in Cousins, where she now lived. she had inherited her grandparents’ beach house from her grandma a few years back since she was the only one to take care of it and her. her band had played at parties and had shows of their own on the beach from time to time. jeremiah fisher had unknowingly attended one of these shows and ended up becoming a groupie for this band. 

jeremiah walked down the beach with his friends, approaching a stage that was set up right along the sidewalk. the band was getting set up for their show with music matching their vibe playing over the speakers. he realized that they were a few minutes early and slowed his stride while they finished up. he turned to talk to his friend when a girl’s voice rang over the speakers, “test, test.”

he looked toward the stage, double-taking when he spotted his brother’s ex-girlfriend on stage, ready to perform. she stepped away from the mic and took a sip of water as the lights faded to a soft purple. she grabbed her guitar as she looked back at the drummer, bassist, and two back up vocalists. they gave her a thumbs up and she started strumming her guitar. 

“i’m so insecure, i think that i’ll die before i drink,” she sang into the mic with gritted teeth. 

jeremiah listened to the anger in her voice and nodded along. the music picked up and the rest of the instruments joined in. y/n swung her hair while she sang. he started laughing as the song went on and y/n got more unhinged on stage. he pulled out his phone recording the performance and cheekily sending it to conrad. she paused, letting the instruments play as she danced along. 

“got a broken ego, broken heart,” she sang with a straight face before letting a smile spread across her face as she spotted jeremiah, “god, i don’t even know where to start.”

after two hours of songs, y/n said her goodbyes to the audience, thanking them for listening and started helping clean up the stage. jeremiah approached the stage as she sat to take a sip of water, her face softening upon seeing him but with a cautious feeling flooding her stomach. 

“you were amazing,” jeremiah gushed, hugging her. 

she hesitated before wrapping her arms around him, too. she didn’t know how to act whenever she was around the Fishers and she had the luck of not seeing any of them this summer. her family didn’t plan to visit, forcing her around the neighbors, and seeing as her grandmother had passed, she wouldn’t be in attendance at the country club anymore. she had her life set up to hopefully never run into them again and here jeremiah was, ruining that plan by coming to her show.  

“thanks, jere,” she gave him a squeeze before leaning back against the stage.

“seriously, you’re so good,” jeremiah smiled at her and she smiled back. 

“that means so much,” y/n said, honestly, “if you’re ever in need of anything, i’m still here for you.” 

jeremiah furrowed his eyebrows at the serious sentiment from the girl before flashing his signature smile, “thanks, y/n/n. i’ll take you up on that.” 

two summers later, jeremiah needed to cash in on that favor. cam cameron hadn’t been able to get them into the club like he had hoped after jeremiah’s card came up short. instead, jeremiah had the idea to ask y/n if they could all crash in her house. she lived alone to his knowledge and she did say that she was still there for him. since she was having a show tonight, he had the bright idea to drag everyone, including conrad, to her concert. 

y/n was nervous tonight. she was usually anxious before a show, but her nerves were never so fried that she was on the verge of vomiting. figuring it was the nerves from performing her solo project tonight, she shook her hands and wiggled her feet. she couldn’t stop pacing, which was apparently stressing out all of her bandmates as they migrated elsewhere to leave her to pace. she gave herself a onceover: an oversized white button down unbuttoned to reveal a black lace bralette underneath paired with leather shorts and black boots. she adjusted the way her shirt sat on her body a few times before letting out a breath and shaking the nerves out of her hands. she clenched her hands into fists before letting out a shaky breath and walked onto the stage. 

conrad was pissed. pissed that jeremiah would bring him to his ex-girlfriend’s show, that he and belly didn’t work out, that she looked more beautiful than when they broke up, that no one would ever be what she was for him including her. he stared her down, eyes unmoving with a blank expression besides the pain in his eyes. 

“sorry, how’s a concert gonna help?” taylor asked jeremiah, turning from the girl setting up the mic. 

“the lead singer’s owes me one,” jeremiah answered, ready for the start of the show. 

just like the first concert he had been to, y/n strummed her guitar alone with her eyes closed. she leaned into the mic to sing sweetly, “i am light as a feather and as stiff as a board.” 

taylor and belly’s jaws dropped with smiles grazing their lips as y/n sang, looking out into the audience and swaying along. when the rest of the band joined in, switching up the tempo, they jumped up and down. conrad stood with his arms by his sides, looking distant, when jeremiah grabbed his shoulder. 

“look on the bright side, at least it’s not about you,” he reasoned with conrad.

y/n started screaming as she crumbled to her knees and the crowd cheered in response. she leaned back to lay onstage as she continued softly, “all the time, i’m grateful all the time. i’m sexy and i’m kind. i’m pretty when i cry.” 

when the song finished, she sat up and let out a giggle as she looked at the following her group had amassed here in Cousins with such pride. she stood and walked to the center of the stage with a huge smile across her face. one that conrad wished he’d been the cause of.

she giggled with joy as she brought the microphone up to her lips, dragging out a, “hey.” she paused as the crowd cheered back including belly, jeremiah, taylor, and steven. “i’m y/n, i’m gonna be singing for y’all tonight if that’s okay.” 

“on drums, we have my dear friend, maya,” maya played the pornhub intro as y/n waved back to her. 

“on bass, we have my baby, jules,” she walked over and kissed him on the cheek, “say hi jules!” the boy waved, sweetly. 

“and we have the beautiful and smart and sexy storm to sing with me!” storm blew y/n a kiss, which she theatrically caught before biting the air at her. 

“we ready to have some fun tonight?” she smiled before pointing the mic to the crowd to hear the cheers. 

she nodded to the band and the intro to ballad of a homeschooled girl started to sound around the beach. she bounced along to the drums before singing, “cat got my tongue and i don’t think i get along with anyone.” 

“jere, who is this?” belly gasped in excitement, grabbing jere’s arm.

“she’s my ex,” conrad interrupted, clearing his throat and looking down.

belly’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion and a little jealousy, “i don’t recognize her.” 

“yeah, you two were never really around each other,” conrad tried to end the conversation, but taylor had to get her two cents in. 

“you pulled her?” taylor questioned. 

y/n’s voice caught their attention as she started up on the second verse, rocking into the mic stand, “talked to this hot guy, swore i was his type. guess that he was making out with boys like the whole night.” a reference to the way she met jeremiah. they were at a beach party as high school freshman and she finally decided this would be the summer she went out and the first person she met was the charming brother conrad had tried to hide her from. they spent a lot of the night flirting before she found him making out with a random guy he had been eye-fucking from across the sand, a humbling experience for her since she thought he was so cute. 

she ran the stage, interacting with everyone in front of her, “everything i do is tragic. every guy i like is gay. morning after, i panic. oh god what did i say!” 

jeremiah laughed at the lyrics, “connie, this song is definitely not about you. loosen up!” 

the girls sang along to the parts of the chorus they caught as y/n got more settled into the groove of performing, deciding to push closer to the front and center. the group had made it close enough for y/n to notice them in the crowd. luckily, it was towards the end of the song when they locked eyes and she only had to pause for a beat, leaning on storm for support. but, the whole world went dark for those five seconds they were looking at each other and it felt like an eternity that would never end. 

as the song concluded, she quickly turned around and grabbed her water, taking a gulp. she whispered to the band that conrad was at the show. everyone’s faces twitched, but they tried to hide it within their exhaustion. y/n made a last minute change to the setlist: her unreleased, never recorded song vampire. a song that’s torn her apart perfecting it since the break-up, filled with anger and pain. 

she walked back to the microphone, being met with cheers and chatter. she cleared her throat with a sad smile, “we’re gonna slow down for just a second. there’s some special people here tonight, so i wanna give a special performance. this is vampire.”

conrad’s heart fluttered at the word special and all the heartbreak came flooding back. all over again, he couldn’t understand what happened. all over again, he was grappling with everything, trying to find a sufficient excuse or reason, but he ran out of time as the song started. 

y/n let her eyes close as she sang the opening verse that remained relatively unchanged from the morning after the world was shattered, “hate to give the satisfaction, asking how you’re doing now. how’s the castle built off people you pretend to care about?” 

they locked eyes.

“six months of torture you sold as some forbidden paradise.” 

she thought of all their fights, the places she went, the things he said. 

“i loved you truly.”

his chest tightened. 

“gotta laugh at the stupidity.”

her voice was soft, eyes filled with tears of anger and grief as she stared down her best friend, her ex. as the song built, he couldn’t take the eye contact and closed his eyes to try to breathe. but the song built with no room for air. 

“the way you sold me for parts as you sunk your teeth into me, oh!”

with the venom in her voice, the band contracting around conrad’s chest was about to snap and he had to go. 

“i’m gonna wait by the sidewalk.” 

his heart pounded so hard he feared everyone around him would be able to hear the thud against his ribcage. his palms were clammy as he pushed through the crowd. he wished she would stop, even just for a minute, so he can prepare himself to see what she sees. 

while conrad was being crushed by the weight of their mistakes, she was finally freed. she danced along as she sang, “you said it was true love, but wouldn’t that be hard?”

he wasn’t far enough to miss a single word, “you can’t love anyone ‘cause that would mean you had a heart.”

but he did love her. conrad couldn’t imagine how she didn’t know that he sat on a bench, eyes watering over with his head between his knees. belly stood, looking for where he went, sinking into the fact that she was watching his first love and he didn’t seem to be over it. conrad was on belly’s mind, but his was focused on y/n. 

as the song came to a close, y/n was fully in tears and she sang with the most passion she had ever performed with. this song was the nearest to her heart due to its age and the process to get to this moment. she felt completely raw but there was still a show to put on, so she wiped her face and they finished the set list. when the show was over and the beach was mostly clear except the group she was looking for, she hopped off the stage and came charging at them. 

“why would you bring him here?” she shoved jeremiah, angry at him knowing exactly whose idea it was. 

“look, it’s not his fault,” conrad started to explain, approaching them as he had compartmentalized a bit. 

“i’m sorry, i don’t think i was talking to you,” she snapped at conrad before turning her attention back to jeremiah. 

“we need somewhere to stay,” jeremiah told the girl with a nervous smile, hinting at her letting them crash. 

“unbelievable,” she walked off to the van that was parked right before the sand. 

she climbed in the back and pulled out her makeup bag with a pipe and some bud. she packed a bowl to distress and just as she went to light it, the two girls that were with the fisher brothers approached her. she lowered the bowl from her lips, waiting for them to get to her. 

“y/n?” belly asked, softly. 

she let out a sigh, lifting the bowl and gesturing towards it, “do you care?”

when they shook their heads, she lit the bowl, “why can’t you guys stay at the beach house?” 

“because their bitch aunt kicked us out,” taylor rolled her eyes. 

“their aunt?” she looked confused and then she realized the house had to go somewhere after susannah passed. she had called jeremiah as soon as she heard, but she stayed away for conrad’s sake, knowing he wouldn’t want her around. she thought for a moment, “you guys can crash with me, but i wanna talk to conrad.” 

the girls nodded, thanking her profusely, before going to get conrad. so, y/n kept smoking, waiting for a conversation she never thought she would have. she thought she was ready, to cuss him out, to yell. but when conrad walked over, her breath caught in her throat. she felt just like she had the first time they locked eyes that night. she hated the power he had over he nearly two years later.

“you wanted to talk?” conrad sighed, looking at his shoes. 

“i’m not a bitch,” that one slipped out. the worlds she had been holding onto for the last two years rolled off her tongue before she could stop them. 

“i know that,” conrad looked up at her. 

and the word vomit kept coming, “good. i’m not childish either.”

“y/n, that was two years ago,” conrad huffed. 

“don’t call people shit that’s not true,” she shrugged, finishing off the bowl. 

“well, i’m not a vampire,” he muttered, hoping she wouldn’t hear but unable to stop himself.

she looked at him, immediately falling for his bait, “you love like one.”

he looked away from her and she looked away from him and there was silence. a silence filled with hurt and embarrassment that they hadn’t changed in the time they had spent apart. 

“what are we doing here, y/n?” he let out, softly. 

she was on the verge of tears and was just overall exhausted, “you guys can sleep at mine. just stay the fuck away from me, conrad.” 

his heart shattered as he nodded at her before walking towards the car, getting in and silently going back to y/n’s house right next to theirs. y/n got them all set up and played nice with everyone about the concert, getting blankets for the boys in the living room and the girls in her guest room. she walked up to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. 

“what did you say to her, connie?” steven questioned. 

“no, seriously, y/n’s a total sweetie,” jeremiah added. 

“can you guys do literally anything other than this?” conrad sighed out.

instead, they decided to go into the office on the other side of the girls’ wall and sing the songs played for them that night incorrectly just to annoy them. conrad had moved to the bay window in the dining room, hiding away to think about what y/n had said to him and the pain in her voice as she sang vampire. she had sang about wanting him back as well, but he couldn’t get the haunting sound of vampire out of his head. 

when everyone was asleep, he crept upstairs to her room and knocked on the door. his knuckles barely brushed the wood and he held his breath as he prayed she hadn’t heard him and he could go on pretending that he didn’t knock. that was until her voice could be heard beckoning him into the room. she was sitting up on her bed with string lights strewn across the wall. her room was almost identical to how it was the last time he was in it except for a few small things. she had more sketchbooks and notebooks that he amused were filled with song lyrics. books stacked on her desk that seemed to be untouched for a while. her led lights had been replaced by the soft glowing string lights illuminating her now. she had an absurd amount of posters along her walls just like before and her photo wall next to her desk. he finally let his eyes land on her. she looked exhausted, her hair hung lazily down and she was in baggy clothes. she had no makeup on and he could see the bags under her eyes. he felt for her deeply and his heart broke to see her so worn down. but he couldn’t help but think she was pretty. 

“you were good tonight,” he said because he couldn’t think of anything else to say and the silence was deafening. 

“thank you. is that all?” she responded shortly.

“your voice is kinda haunting,” he let out like he couldn’t breath, completely disregarding how evidently the girl didn’t want to hear him talk. 

she took a beat, never having heard her voice described in that way, “why are you in here, conrad?” 

“because you’re consuming me, y/n,” he breathed out,  roughly. when she didn’t respond, he began rambling, “you’ve taken over my every thought tonight. i thought i got rid of you, i thought maybe if i stayed single, you wouldn’t consume every inch of my mind. but, you do! you’ve plagued every relationship i’ve ever had.” 

he choked on his words and she took the chance to interject with teary eyes and a weak voice, “that’s not my fault!” 

conrad came to the edge of the bed, right next to her and dropped to his knees on the floor. his eyes filled with tears as he proceeded, “i know it’s not! i just kept trying to find you and i’ll never find another you. you’re it for me.”

y/n’s heart stopped. she stopped moving as a tear hit her cheek. she was frozen in the moment that she’s been waiting for. it was all she wanted when they couldn’t stop fighting. all she ever wanted from him was a little vulnerability. his breathing picked up and he hid his face in his hands as he tried to calm down. she recognized his anxiety taking hold in his mind and scooted towards the edge of the bed to bring him closer. she grabbed his hands and pulled him into a hug as he cried into her chest with his arms clinging to her waist like she was the only thing keeping him on earth. she let him cry while she massaged his scalp, his grip never faltering and a few stray tears of her own fell. he eventually followed the rise and fall of her chest to calm his breathing, his gaze moving to meet hers. 

“connie,” she whispered, letting his name float softly in the air. 

he leaned up and kissed her with such anticipation and desperation. y/n’s hand slid up to his face, slowing him as if to reassure that this wouldn’t be their last kiss. 

“you’re not a vampire.” 

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new post later today??? i think??? hopefully multiple posts this week??? we’ll see!!

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Helloooo! I just wanted to request if you could write boyfriend! C. Fisher HCS. I’m honestly so pumped for Season 3 and your writing has me very entertained:3 THANK YOU! Bye!!!!!!!

Hi!! Thank you so much for the request. I hope you enjoy, this is my first time ever doing headcanons and will definitely revist this later on.

well first off, conrad 100% wakes you up at the ass crack of dawn to go surfing with the rising sun

i think conrad is a MAJOR observer like he's going to watch silently for your habits so he can silently and coolly replace your favorites and just make your life easy

"why won't this bottle of perfume die?" "i bought the refillable bottle, i refill it all the time" and then he just goes to get chips

"fuck, i forgot to buy (item for your hobby)" "oh, i got it, should be in the drawer" "what?"

conrad is not a yapper but he loves to listen to you talk, especially when you're venting and he gets to watch you unravel

"are you listening, connie?" "yeah, you just look pretty right now"

demands phone-free dates; surfing, walking, hiking, eating, and talking

the most supportive of anything you do, he doesn't miss an event, gallery, performance

"i thought your final was today?" "art show." "connie"

he doesn't go to parties that you aren't at and if you're there, it's more like a date

he brings you drinks, opens your beers, holds your cups/bottles at every party

if you're there, conrad's watching you to keep you safe regardless of if you're with him or not

he loves to cuddle and you definitely have sherpys that you hang around in during the winter

cooks dinners with you instead of going out to eat because he thinks its more fun but really it's because he likes to be fully alone with you

watches you get ready to go out every day, comes early in the morning when you're going out without him to see you get ready

listens to music with you at full volume and dances around in your rooms or sing a longs in the car

[cherrywaves333]

white hotel sheets l.h || blurb/imagine

summary: michael saw something he shouldn't have and no one can shut up about it.

warnings/tags: implied sexual themes, overall pretty wholesome i think

a/n: i've been super busy but i have a few works i just need to finish that i can release and i'm graduating in a few weeks, so hopefully i'll upload more after!

“lukey, i need the good shampoo! luke!” michael yelled, stumbling straight through luke’s hotel bedroom door after knocking once. 

he hadn’t left either of them enough time to get dressed and his fell on a shirtless luke next to y/n, the choreographer and main back-up dancer for the Meet You There Tour. the problem wasn’t that he had walked in on luke as it wasn’t the first time something like this had happened; it was the fact that he didn’t know he was hooking up with their tourmate. Y/N scrambled to pull on her t-shirt and joggers from last night’s rehearsal. 

“mikey, please, don’t say anything,” she whispered, eyebrows furrowed. 

“seriously, michael,” luke said, sat up against the headboard with the white comforter covering his lap.

the bleach blonde boy stood in shock, not responding for a minute, “can i get that shampoo?” 

y/n snatched the bottle off of the wooden dresser and shoved it in michael’s direction before pushing him out and closing the door. she covered her face and ran her hands through her curly hair, tugging gently at the roots and letting out a breath. the sound of luke’s laughter broke her from her stressed out daze. her eyes opened, darting over to luke who was laughing his ass off. 

“what is so funny?” she asked, slightly annoyed at how little luke seemed to care. 

“you got up so fast!” he giggled to himself, “come back to bed.”

she smiled a little before jumping on top of luke and he immediately wrapped around her. 

a few weeks later, the band, as well as the dancers for the tour, was being interviewed. everything had been going smoothly as the interviewer asked questions like “how is tour life?” and “how different is having dancers?”, which the band and the girls answered enthusiastically. until the interviewer asked one question. 

“any tour hookups?” the interviewer questioned, cheekily smiling. 

michael, who had kept quiet, immediately sold and glanced at luke. the curly haired boy in question was biting back a smirk while calum stared directly at y/n, who he had noticed slipping out of luke’s room and bunk a few times. 

“no,” ashton said sarcastically, “we actually go celibate for the tour.” 

“oh, thank god. i thought i was the only one who knew,” michael sighed. 

y/n’s eyes instantly widened at the comment, “why are y’all actually folding under zero pressure?”

“so, that’s a yes?” the interviewer pushed. 

“no comment,” luke failed at sounding nonchalant while shooting glances y/n’s way. 

“wow, y’all actually suck,” y/n shook her head, laughing.

[cherrywaves333]

eyes up l.h || blurb

summary: luke can’t keep his eyes to himself during a red carpet interview.

warnings/tags: luke’s a bit of perv in this one, fwb/hidden hookup trope, female reader, i don’t think there’s any others let me know!!

a/n: just a little blurb i wrote in the middle of the night last night. let me know if i should make a taglist for each fandom i’m in or if you’d want to be apart of that!! happy reading <3

y/n had worn a dress to kill. she was on the red carpet before the MTV music awards wearing a floor-length form fitting gown with feathers holding the bodice, specifically extenuating her chest. she had gone with a black swan theme for her first red carpet look. she had dressed to potentially accept an award for best newcomer, an award she had no expectations of winning. the expectation died more and more as she mingled with, in her eyes, much more deserving artists. 

luke posed with the other members of 5 seconds of summer for the paparazzi as they anxiously await the fate of their newest album. his eyes flittered around the crowd, taking in the overwhelming flashing lights, the sound of camera shutter, the noise of the room. 

the band soon found themselves being interviewed before entering the venue right alongside some artists that they’ve met before and some that they haven’t. while most of the band couldn’t see her from this angle, luke had the perfect view of his friend, a special friend, being interviewed right next to them. 

god, luke wished he was in a different position. he rocked back and forth on his feet and glanced around tensely. he couldn’t concentrate on the questions being asked as his latest hookup was standing just feet away with her boobs almost spilling out of her dress, slits on either side of the skirt, back exposed to the cold air. he wondered if she was covered in goosebumps from the kiss of the cold or if they would only appear when his fingertips grazed her skin. 

she glanced past her interviewer for a minute and caught luke’s eye, letting a bashful look grace her face before continuing on with her interviewer. luke’s fate was sealed.

“i need to see you later, please.” 

[cherrywaves333]

hi!! this is my first ever tumbr post, i'm super excited and super nervous for how it's gonna be received since i've been a fly on the wall in s o o o o many communities for years. i hope you enjoy!!

warnings/tags: abuse, drugs/alcohol, the normal cm stuff, hospitals, emetophobia at the end (very slight mentions of vomiting), reader is a stripper, use of y/n, slight age gap if you squint, black!reader, spencer is a bit of a perv if you squint.

“oh, fuck,” she thought as she looked at the team’s destination. 

she read the name over two or three times on the jet, Charlie’s Devils. it was the same unclever name of the same dingy strip joint she used to work at to pay her way through college and the academy. she bit her lip in silence as the team went over the case. she didn’t flip any further than the first page so as to not potentially see any of her old friends in a state she couldn’t unsee. 

Spencer was the first to notice her uncharacteristic silence. he was going to question her about it, but he didn’t want to mention her unease in front of everyone. he knew what it was like to be the youngest and newest on the team and he didn’t want to put her in a position where she felt she had to defend her spot on the team. but, he did observe her and the cogs turning in her brain as she stared at the picture of the epicenter of the murders. it looked as though she wasn’t breathing, she was so still. then, she spoke.

“okay, i feel like i’ve been here long enough that i can trust you all and i know i’ve proven myself more than capable and professional on this team,” she began to ramble before stopping herself to breathe, “i used to work here.” 

the team fell silent, especially Spencer who was now left in her old position. he stiffened up, his breath caught in his throat at the thought. he had tried his best not to imagine her in any light other than his best friend as he knew they could never happen. he knew he was too old for her. JJ was the first to crack a smile, followed by Emily who couldn’t help but laugh. 

“but you can’t walk in heels!” Emily laughed a little harder. 

“shut up! i so can!” y/n defended herself, ears hot with embarrassment but also relief. 

“no, you can’t. you look like a deer!” Morgan added on. 

Hotch observed y/n for a minute and her gaze shifted to his, causing her to shrink into her seat a little further. everyone fell quiet, both hoping that Hotch wasn’t mad at her and that they hadn’t embarrassed her. 

“do you want to sit this case out?” Hotch questioned, raising an eyebrow. 

“no! actually, i thought i could be more helpful,” she reasoned, hoping he wouldn’t take her off the case, “none of them know i joined the FBI except my cousin, i could be an informant, i could go undercover, wherever you need me.” 

“we’ll see how it goes when we touch down. for now, i want you as far away from the club as possible. stay in the police station. Prentiss, Morgan, go to the club and ask questions. Reid, L/N, stay at the precinct, go over the files and work on the profile. Rossi, go down to the morgue and see the MD. JJ will come with me to talk to the victims' families.” 

everyone closed their case files and waited on the flight to Los Angeles. y/n had moved over to the couch by herself and busied herself with music and a book, but she had been on the same page for the last 5 minutes. not that spencer was counting or anything. he moved to sit next to her to make sure she was alright with working this case. 

“you okay, y/n?” he asked, softly.

she didn’t answer for a moment before answering with a question of her own, “who were the victims?” 

as spencer went down the list of 5 victims from the same club, she didn’t recognize any of them, they were all new girls. she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. she felt guilty for the relief that she felt, but she needed to know that none of them were her girls in order to work the case. 

“i don’t know any of them,” she breathed out. 

he felt his heart throb with sympathy for her as she was willing to work her friends’ case earlier, knowing what she would have to see. she gave spencer a small smile before speaking again. 

“you don’t see me any different?” 

spencer furrowed his eyebrows, “of course not, being an exotic dancer isn’t anything to be ashamed of.” 

she laughed a little at the title, “this club is not nice enough for us to be called exotic dancers.” 

once they arrived at the precinct, spencer and y/n immediately got to work setting up the profile. she thought back to everything she knew about this club, overthinking and overanalyzing every aspect, every dynamic. 

“were these girls working the streets as well as the club?” she asked, looking at their outfits. 

“there’s nothing in their files, why do you ask?” spencer looked up in confusion.

“the girls who just work the club show up in warm ups, sweatsuits, pajamas, hair and makeup not done, and they leave that way. the girls who work the street get cute before coming,” she explained, pointing to each girl looking done up. 

“i’ll let everyone know we might be working with potential street workers,” spencer nodded at her observation.

she bit her finger as she stared at the board, unmoving as she analyzed every single detail. the method of murder on each victim was strangulation. each victim had alcohol and drugs in their system, namely MDMA and high levels of THC. most of the girls at the club partook in a party drug every once in a while, especially during an off day. y/n tried to stay away from harder drugs, sticking to weed during her college years and only dabbling outside of that for two years. each victim was in their early 20’s, but they were all different physiologically. none of them were the same race or body type. one girl was 5’8 while another was only 4’11. 

hours later, the team met up to discuss the details of the case. the killings were sporadic, there was no pattern to the space in between killings. the victims all worked in the same club, but other than that there were no obvious links. there was no DNA left at the crime scenes. Rossi had found that the bodies were scrubbed clean before they were dumped.

y/n couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, this whole case felt familiar to her. she kept shaking it off as being the club she used to work at and the feeling that this could’ve been her or her friends. she knew deep down that wasn’t it. 

“L/N, i want you to go down to the club tomorrow. dress casual, show face, let people know you’re back in town,” Hotch stated casually. 

all eyes fell on her and spencer was the first to speak, “are you sure that’s a good idea?” 

“i’ll do it,” she nodded at Hotch, “am i going undercover?” 

“if we don’t catch this guy by day after tomorrow, you’ll be going undercover that night,” Hotch confirmed. 

she nodded before excusing herself to get some water with spencer hot on her tail. 

“kid’s got it bad for her,” morgan nodded. 

“he’s just looking out for her,” JJ shot down the idea, “it’s sweet seeing spence stepping up.” 

“20 bucks says they start dating before the end of the month,” emily wagered after Hotch left the room.

“you’re on,” morgan took the deal. 

“100 bucks says they start dating before the end of the case,” rossi remarked before leaving the room as well. 

“you don’t have to go undercover if you don’t want to. none of us will think any less of you,” spencer started as soon as they were alone. 

“i can handle a sting, spencer,” she chuckled, a little sarcastically. 

“are you sure? you’ve been anxious all day,” he shot back.

“are you seriously profiling me?” she scoffed, “you know what, i think you do think less of me. i’m not a child, spencer, i can handle my job.” 

she stormed out of the office, pausing to ask Hotch if she was good to leave. she left the precinct to go get into character for her upcoming operation. 

the next day, she walked into the club, donning a new nail set and done up hair. her outfit was much less than anything she would ever wear to work, trading her usual blouse and jeans for a mini skirt and a cute top. as soon as she opened the doors, she was taken back 4 years to the last time she was here. 

“y/n? is that you, baby?” she heard a familiar voice call to her. 

“did ya miss me?” she let her personality shine through her voice with a huge smile on her face. 

Laticia wrapped her arms around the girl, squeezing her tightly and whispering, “i told that fine ass man yesterday that you needed to be here with us until they catch the bastard that’s killing my girls.” 

“let’s go to the back,” y/n nodded with a smile. 

“look who’s back!” Laticia announced to the girls, “just in time to get me in this corset. let’s go, show’s in 2 hours!” 

she got dragged to Laticia’s private room before any of the girls could even get up and swarm her. she took in the room that used to be theirs. the two vanity mirrors, one decorated and one abandoned with a lone vase of orchids atop it. the pink carpet with questionable crunchy parts. the posters on the walls. Laticia took her sweatshirt off and slipped on the corset. 

“lace me up while we talk,” she said, playing music over her speakers loudly so no one could hear them. 

“what’s new here?” y/n said in detective mode. 

“King’s running shit now,” she whispered, “he’s got almost every girl in his grip, time’s are real bad over here.” 

y/n fell quiet at the mention of her ex, “are you working for him? is sadie?”

“no, no. but, you have to stop him, y/n/n. i feel like he’s at the center of all this, i know it.” 

“i know, we can’t link him to anything, though, tish. there’s nothing i can do.” 

she got her laced in and Laticia wiped her face, letting y/n speak again, “i can convince my boss to let me go undercover and work here again.”

“king wants you back, he never let you breaking up with him and leaving the club go. he’s gonna come after you,” Laticia shook her head at the suggestion. 

“and my team will take him down, babe, i got this,” she hugged her cousin and walked out to be swarmed by the old girls welcoming her back. 

after a bit of convincing, she was allowed to get on the pole the next night. she sat in the dressing room, putting makeup on by herself. she had told the team it was best she showed up just as she would when she worked here before. 

“heard you were back,” a voice said from the doorway.

her blood ran cold as she looked up through the mirror, “what do you want, king?” 

“so it’s king now? what happened to auggie?” he questioned, condescendingly. 

“you choked me,” she stated, coldly, going back to her eyeliner. 

“you know i didn’t mean it, baby,” he dropped down to her side, “i missed you, you left in the middle of the night.” 

“you choked me,” she repeated, finishing her second wing. 

the two sat in silence for a beat before he grabbed her thigh and looked up at her, “smoke with me. just like old times.”

she tensed, knowing refusal would make her look suspicious but she couldn’t smoke because of her job. she looked at him, trying to look as sad as she could. his grip tightened the longer she hesitated. 

“i don’t smoke weed anymore,” she tried to shake him off. 

she sat and stared at him and he pulled something out of his pocket, “or do you think you need something stronger to take the edge off?” 

she shook her head and he nodded, “then smoke with me.” 

she sighed and gave in, feeling his grip getting tighter and tighter, “fine, but let go.” 

she didn’t have a wire, nobody was going to knock on her door. they had cameras set up all over the club and people undercover set up around the perimeter with Spencer, Morgan and Prentiss inside the club as patrons. there was nobody except one of the girls who could interrupt this interaction and keep it casual. 

he lit the end of the joint, releasing his grip on her. she relaxed ever so slightly being free from his grip, but still shaky about smoking. she inhaled the weed, body fully tensed as she thought about her career going down the drain. she felt herself getting higher the longer he kept her in the room, her tolerance dropping significantly in the 5 years since her last hit.

“let me put your glitter on you,” he whispered to her. 

she complied, trying to keep him happy and maintain the personality he knew of her, “don’t mess it up.” 

he pulled her robe off of her as soon as she stood up. the air was so thick she couldn’t breathe, she knew in her heart that he had killed those girls as soon as he spoke to her. he grabbed the glitter gel and rubbed it over every inch of exposed skin. she looked modest given the circumstances; cheeky high waisted champagne bottoms paired with a matching glittery bra with chains hanging off of the bottom. she donned rhinestone fishnets, a wine red garter, and high stilettos. she lost her balance when he gripped her hips to glitter up her stomach. 

“you’ve stayed in shape,” he flirted.

“wish i could say the same for you,” she shot down. 

he let the comment slide, finishing up her glitter and looking her over, “you walking around like this all night?” 

“the robe is a part of the set, don’t you remember, king?” she taunted him with his street name. 

she sauntered out of the room, head in a fog from the weed. she walked up to behind the main stage, waiting for Laticia, now candy, to finish her routine. she watched from the velvet curtain as her cousin picked up the money from the stage and strutted towards y/n. 

“you got this, cinny,” she smiled at the girl, squeezing her arm. 

Prentiss was sitting at the bar, sipping a rum n coke all coke. she watched the stage intently, using her peripherals to scout out potential criminals. 

“how yall doing tonight?” she heard the owner of the club announce over the microphone, much to the disdain of the patrons, “i know you came here to see these beautiful girls dance, but i want to welcome back a very special guest to our regs of years. our girl cinnamon will be taking the stage for the first time in 4 years.” 

y/n shook out all her nerves and told herself to remember her pole routine, trusting that she can work the stage just fine. she put on her stage face and sauntered on stage on beat as wine pon you started playing. she flipped her hair to the side as she got to the front of the stage, curled hair framing her face beautifully. 

i ain’t got my eyes on you

she bent over slowly before quickly squatting down, ass to the audience. Spencer stiffened in his seat.

ain't been hypnotized by you yet

she slowly stood up, pushing out her ass. spencer tried to picture the girl in the navy blue cardigan, speed running a puzzle with him on the jet. 

ain't in here tryna find my dude

he could see the body glitter on her chest as she rolled her body. 

i take it you just like the way i wine pon you

her hips whined their way down to the floor on beat. his hand gripped his glass tighter as his loose button down seemed to strangle him. 

she worked the stage, and spencer little to her knowledge. her mind was in such a fog, she knew she was working on muscle memory and personality alone. no logic to her movements, no calculation between her position and king. she felt all her training leave her brain, becoming a vessel to the mission, returning entirely to the club in that moment. she felt hunted. 

after some polework, she noticed king’s attention slip away from her onto a girl serving drinks and she was desperate to get it back. she climbed off the stage, sitting on his lap and lip syncing the lyrics to him, “be like a museum, got you lookin’ but you can’t touch.” 

she climbed off of him and dropped to her knees, maintaining eye contact with him. spencer’s eyes tracked her every move like a hawk, both in shock and intrigue at the provocative nature that she had hidden so well. he tried to figure out if any part of this was her or if it was all for the case. before she stood, she tossed her head back, making a pornographic face as she locked eyes with spencer across the club. she could see something in his gaze, a hunger she was unfamiliar with. 

she sauntered back to the stage from the club floor to finish her routine. from then on, she was juggling spencer and king’s attention, doing everything to keep the gaze on her. her every move was to make sure the light hit the detailing on her bra, the glitter on her skin was popping, that they could see her every curve. she made sure her lines were clean and that she was drawing them deeper and deeper into her. 

when her set was over, she returned to her dressing room. she had hoped deep down that spencer would come in to talk to her about the moment of eye contact they had shared. she hoped he would come in and tell her that she wasn’t delusional and that there was something there. but she knew they were working a case, she knew he wasn’t coming. 

her door opened and in came king, “why’d you leave the club again?” 

she turned around and giggled, “i had better opportunities.” 

he grabbed her hips, “like what?”

she giggled even more, leaning back against him, “college.”

“why don’t we get outta here and you can tell me all about it?” he leaned down to her face, pressing their noses together. 

she smiled, even though his grip was tightening and it was hurting her, “okay, king.” 

he draped his arm across her waist, keeping his hand on her hip. he guided her out of her dressing room after she slipped on her long robe and her sweats. she was tying it closed as she walked through the club, catching the attention of spencer and morgan. 

“i can’t change first, baby?” she asked, stumbling to keep up with him in her heels. 

“i like you like this,” he stated, not looking in her direction. 

“i look like a hooker,” she grumbled as she covered up.

he ignored her, squeezing her closer to him to keep her from wandering away. spencer had half the mind to start following them out because of his aggression toward his friend, but he waited for her signal. it also seemed like they were going out to his car, which was in his usual spot right next to the team’s stakeout van in the alley. 

the rest of the team waited in the van, watching as y/n stumbled to the car. they couldn’t tell if she was actually under the influence or if she was struggling to keep up with the man’s pace because of her shoes. they watched as she climbed into his tinted car and waited for any sign of a struggle or signal to move in. 

y/n anxiously shook her leg in the passenger’s seat, feeling any high she had going slipping away from her with the intensity of the situation. she was sitting in the car where dozens of women had likely been abused or killed, she couldn’t breathe. king climbed into the driver’s seat a second later and just watched the girl. 

“you good?” he questioned. 

she couldn’t get anything out, thinking about the last time she was in this car, “i’m fine.” 

“nah, you’re tense,” he tried, pushing her buttons.

she shook her head and tried her hardest to relax, but she was angry at him. she was mad for herself, she was mad for the other girls, she was boiling over with hatred. she couldn’t stand the idea of him thinking he had all this power over not just her but women in general. she was so wrapped in her hatred, she didn’t see it. 

“come on, baby,” he held a powdery tablet in the shape of a playboy bunny. 

“what?” she questioned, knocked out of her gaze. 

“it’s e, baby, you used to do it all the time, remember?” he held out the suspiciously printed drug.

she tried to shake her head, but realized he wasn’t asking her. the moment she got in the car, she was in his domain, under his influence, at his beck and call. she couldn’t say no. 

so, she took it. and the next 15 minutes were a blur. 

“get off me!” she screamed, kicking at him and the driver’s side window as he knocked her head back against the passenger’s door. 

he was trying to force her into the backseat as she kicked and screamed, clawing at his neck and face. she managed to flip them, so they were fighting in the driver’s seat and her butt slammed on the horn multiple times. the team took this as her signal and moved in as he threw her into the backseat. they fought as the window broke all over them and the door flung open. 

he was pulled off of her as she crawled out of the other door. spencer was waiting on her side of the car and she immediately backed into him. 

“i need to go get my stomach pumped,” she gasped, putting all her body weight against him as the adrenaline wore off and the exhaustion hit. 

~

spencer had waited in the emergency waiting area, his leg anxiously shaking as he waited for the girl to wake up. he thought over the situation and couldn’t believe she would be so careless with her life. what if he had laced the drugs? did she even know what she took? he couldn’t fathom how she ended up in that position and why he didn’t push back against her going undercover harder.

“she’s awake,” garcia informed the team as she waited in the room with her. 

spencer stood up first, “can i go see her?” 

the team decided to let spencer go up first while garcia let them know how she was doing. 

y/n looked over at the lanky man in her doorway and a smile graced her cracked, chapped lips. she looked almost gray, but spencer could see her heart was beating strong and her lungs were full of air on the monitor, giving him comfort. she was a little embarrassed, her teeth were covered in charcoal and she had very clearly just vomited. 

“hi,” her voice raspy from throwing up. 

“i’m so glad you’re okay,” he said awkwardly, not moving from his spot. 

“me too,” she giggled, trying to make a joke. she grabbed her water taking a sip, “i’m sorry i scared you.” 

“what were you thinking?” he sat down, next to her. 

“it was me or someone else, at least the team was there for me,” she shrugged.

“no, taking the drugs. you could’ve died, you don’t know what he put in that,” he pushed, starting to get annoyed by her lack of care. 

“i had to do something, spence. i wasn’t getting out of that car without taking something with him.” 

spencer twiddle his fingers before tossing his hands, obviously getting frustrated, “that’s not the point!” 

“why are you so upset?” she furrowed her eyebrows, expecting this from hotch but not spencer. 

“because i just realized i like you and then you almost die!” spencer snapped at the girl, word vomiting his thoughts. 

the room falls quiet, minus the beeping of the monitors connected to y/n. she looked at spencer with tight lips, deciding to lighten the mood once again. 

“can you say that again when i don’t have a black smile and bruises?” 

[luveline]

paranoia is reaching new heights i was just wondering if someone put a listening device in my shampoo