The edges of your soul (I haven't seen yet) ⭐︎ chapter eight

⭐︎ Dead-eyed. Dead weight.

Warnings: angst, angst, angst. hurt/comfort. sickness. mentions of death. post apocalypse au. grumpy x sunshine

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: Something happens that had none of you prepared and the fear of loss creeps up on your group... once again.

Word count: 8.5k

Author's note: Please read !! @hellfire--cult helps with allllll my chapters, we planned this story together, from start to finish. A lot of the things that happen here, are her ideas and I just write them. She not only brainstormed with me, she also writes with me and by that I mean, she writes a lot of scenes, like in the last chapter for example, there is a huge portion that was written by Roe, not by me. So please keep in mind that she is behind this story as well, don't forget her! Give her the love and the credit she deserves ♡

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It started off with a sneeze the night before and a scratchy feeling in your throat before the nausea took over. It then progressed into a painful cough accompanied by a headache. You knew it would happen the moment uncomfortable shivers started running down your body but you tried to blame it on the cold weather, at first at least. You knew it wasn’t the cold. It was the rain you and Steve got caught in two nights ago. 

Anxiety took over the second it dawned on you that a fever was rising up. You took some of the vitamin pills you found, hoping that they would help. They didn’t, of course. 

oh my god my heart hurts this chapter was so amazing

ARE YOU BORED YET? - part two

18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you're steve's "bitchy" step-sister and are spending the summer in hawkins; eddie is steve's annoying best friend who you can't seem to shake, but things take a sharp turn when you find yourself sneaking around and ultimately falling for him

contains: slightly enemies to lovers trope, food/eating, mentions of drug use, smoking, secret relationship vibes, lots of tension, kissing, flirting, and eddie being a pain in the ass <3

word count: 10.5k (sorry)

chapter song: magnet and steel x walter egan

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this is so glorious. so everything. summer eddie come home to me.

nobody:

hozier when faced with a small animal: ☹️

❛ through good and bad, you know that baby, i'll always choose you. ❜

summary: you know spencer reid better than anyone else that you’ve ever known in your entire life. he’s your best friend, your soulmate, and everything in between. so, when he starts acting off during a case, you know something’s wrong. you’ll do anything to help him, even if he’s hesitant to let you past his walls. after all, you’ll always choose him. 

tags: established friendship, so much hurt/comfort, underlying feelings for each other, “let me take care of you for once,” season two reid, mentions of his drug addiction, reader gives reid the attention and care that should’ve canonically happened whatever i’m definitely not bitter about it, hotch is lowkey a father figure here, spencer’s a bit of an asshole sorry he’s going through things, no use of y/n, afab character [no description though], based off i choose you by keshi

word count: 3k

notes: this could have a pt two if anyone likes it enough. thank you so much for waiting kisses kisses kisses

Just like the thick bound and thousand paged novels he read weekly, you could read Spencer Reid like a book. Out of all of the years you knew the messy haired, chocolate brown eyed man, you could sense every high he had, every low, and everything in between. You knew when he was particularly satisfied about the piece of information he had provided that ended up helping out with the case, and you knew when he was frustrated that his brain wasn’t making the right connections. You knew when his mind was racing a thousand miles per hour, buzzing with new material he had read over the weekend that he was dying to speak to somebody about, and you knew when he was especially down after a visit with his mom in Las Vegas. It wasn’t a one way street with the two of you, either— Reid knew all of the ins and outs of your mind, whether you liked it or not. Admittedly, he was one of the only people on the team you truly confided your problems throughout the years. His blunt personality made it easy for you to. There wasn’t any sugarcoating with Reid, and that’s what you liked best about him. The team always made jokes that you’d wind up married to each other one day because of how well you got along, and maybe it was true. Just maybe. But you didn’t want to hash out those feelings just yet. What was the point of potentially ruining something that was the one good thing happening in your life, right?

When Reid walked into the office that morning, you immediately sensed something was wrong. His unruly curls that were usually brushed neatly, curling at the very ends like they were fighting Reid’s attempts for it to be flat— which you definitely didn’t find endearing, absolutely not—, were sticking up in most directions, like he had tried to comb it with his fingers and gave up. There were dark circles under his eyes that could’ve easily resembled bruises if anyone walked by, and his clothes that were usually ironed straight were wrinkled, especially at the forearm of his long sleeve, as if he kept messing with it. It was easy to detect that something was wrong. Anyone could have guessed. Everyone could see. But yet, no one made a remark or bat an eye. As you raised a brow at him when he got settled at his desk, he only shook his head and focused his eyes on the lengthy pile of papers in front of him. It was a firm response that he did not want to talk about whatever situation was occurring, something that Reid didn’t do often. It was always a not right now or a we’ll talk about this later, never a complete shut down. 

You didn’t persist, though. One of the things that caused your friendship to stay so strong is the fact that you respect each other’s boundaries. Even if it pains you, you’ll do it, because Reid would do it, too.

You still noticed, just like you always do. The team always applauded you on your attentiveness. As JJ and Garcia were presenting the next case on their hands— an abduction of teenage girls in a downtown city—, it was hard not to. Reid constantly fidgeted in his seat, a contrast to his usual stark figure. His slender fingers picked and folded at the corners of his paper, the palm of his hand pressed against his eye as if something was internally bothering him, and his knee was bouncing so intensely it shook the table once or twice. When Hotch made his final remarks that they’d be leaving in thirty minutes, Reid shot up from the table and immediately left the room, as if the very thought of being in that same seat a minute longer would hurt him. His figure disappeared down the hallway within a matter of seconds.

“What was that about?” You turned to Morgan, who was packing up his papers, seemingly clueless to the incident that had just happened before him.

He only shrugged as he stood up. “Reid’s always weird. You of all people know that.”

That was that. On the plane, Reid sat in the back corner in a single chair, away from any physical figure that could possibly have wanted to sit next to him. He was closed off, only responding to questions Hotch or JJ had for him, and ignored your wandering eyes that always seemed to land on him. You tried not to let the fact that you two always sat next to each other on the plane bother you. If you were more naïve, you would’ve let the sight hurt your heart more, but after all, there was work to do. You weren’t raised to be sensitive. This was your job.

Your first day of the case was spent researching any sort of information you could conjure about just about everything: the town, the victims, the profile of the killer. The incessant questions of why invaded your brain— why was the unsub doing this? Why teenage girls? Why? Of course, when your eyes looked up from a long train of thought to see Reid staring at the wall with unfocused eyes, more why’s emerged in your brain. It didn’t take long for the man to feel your sight on him, as he stared back with those chocolate brown eyes that always seemed to make your cheeks redden over time. The tension grew thicker with the ticking clock in the room, and if the walls could talk, surely they’d yell at you both for not resolving whatever conflict seemed to be raging in your best friend’s brain. Before anyone could say anything, though, Hotch swiftly entered the room with JJ and Morgan trailing behind him, immediately starting a conversation with Reid about statistics in the city, causing the man to clear his throat and shuffle in his seat. You could physically see the wheels in his brain turning.

Hotch suddenly turned his attention onto you. “I need you and Reid to go out into the city. Follow the geographical profile. See if you can find anything worth noting. He’s most likely going to strike again tonight, and we need to be prepared.” 

“Me and Reid?” You repeated without thinking.

“Yes. You and Reid. That shouldn’t be a problem, right?” The facial expressions on Hotch’s face determined that even if it were a problem, it didn’t matter at that moment in time. With the unspoken conclusion, you got out of your chair and grabbed your things, heading for the car key sitting on the other table. Reid had already left the room without a word or noise.

“No, not at all. We’ll get going, then.”

“Good. And —?” 

You immediately turned around at the sound of your name.

“Figure out what’s going on with him, please.”

The sun was shining brightly as you walked side by side on the sidewalk next to Reid. He wore his black sunglasses, the ones that he had bought with you in a small shop on a beach boardwalk one day a few summers ago. You had joked it made him look like a wannabe rockstar in a boyband, especially with his haircut at the time. He laughed so brightly, with his head leaned back slightly and eyes crinkled with happiness, that your heart ached. You suppose that’s when you knew your heart would forever have a spot for Spencer Reid. A mold just for him, even.

Seeing those same sunglasses sit on his face now, you felt your heart ache in the same, pinching way it did all those years. The two of you always joked that you could easily read what was going on in his brain without any profiling, just from looking into his eyes. Reid always felt with his eyes. Now, it was a physical barrier between the both of you. You hated it.

“So, it’s a pretty public area. There’s people walking everywhere. I bet it’s the same at night, too. He has to have a gain on his victims. Maybe he knows them. Maybe—”

“Can we take a break? It’s too bright.” Reid interrupted, pausing your racing thoughts on the case. You turned to him with a furrow in your brow, almost in disbelief. 

“We just started.”

“I can’t— You don’t— I need to be inside.” 

Without waiting for a response, he immediately opened the door to a nearby coffee shop and rushed through, disappearing into the bumbling crowd that awaited inside. You let out a sigh as you followed; out of everything that had been happening for the past two days, this was the most out of character for Reid. Unable to find him through the groups of people waiting in line or standing about, you plopped down in an armchair in the corner, deciding to wait him out.

It became one minute. Then five. Then ten. As time grew more, you became more frustrated. Your fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the leather material of the chair. Your foot tapped against the cool concrete of the floor. You even had time to order a coffee with time to think about what you wanted to get— an iced americano that was admittedly so good you went back to tip the baristas— before Reid bursted out from the halls that led to the restroom. His face was flushed with slight redness that dipped down to below his necktie, and his cardigan’s buttons were fumbled, as if he had rushed to put them back on. Typically, you loved his cardigan collection, but now it made your head spin with anger. 

“Okay. Let’s go.” He walked past you with fervor, pausing to look at the coffee in your hand. “I think I’ve got an idea of— can I have some of that?”

“You cannot be serious.” The words tumbled out of your mouth before you had time to filter them out. It was so unlike you, especially in a job setting, that Spencer’s eyebrows raised. 

“What?”

“You can’t just make me wait in a random coffee shop for fifteen minutes and expect me to just be okay with you acting like whatever this is.” You waved your hands in the air. “What the hell is going on with you?”

Spencer grit his teeth, a clear tell to his frustration. The question of who exactly he was angry with— you, or himself— was up in the air. “I’m just stressed. Okay? You know the feeling. This job isn’t the most relaxing. Some just deal with it better than others.”

“Spence—”

“I’m done talking about this. Seriously. Find someone else to profile.”

The rest of the day was bitter. Finishing the case was worse. In a room full of people— one of which included your best friend, the one person you knew you could always count on— you had never felt so alone. Even when you helped with the case, fitting the last puzzle piece together that ultimately led the team to the right residence to catch the unsub, it didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel the same, knowing that the man across the room from you was upset with you. Spencer refused to talk to you or even acknowledge you, as he purposefully sat as far as he could from you.

And hell, if you weren’t upset with him, too. Of course you were. It was like your best friend had become a different person, someone that didn’t fit into the shape your heart had so easily molded for him. 

The sight of your apartment was like a breath of fresh air after the plane ride home. You would easily take being alone for a night than stuck in an aircraft with someone who had managed to rip the sews in your heart so quickly. Crawling into bed after a fresh shower, you wondered just when you had fallen in love with Spencer Reid. It made sense now, why you were so frustrated with him, why you felt so deeply about him, why everything led back to him. The only reasonable option at this point was to stop. Falling in love with a coworker, let alone a coworker in the federal government, was a recipe for disaster that you didn’t want to handle. Or can’t, anyway. Same difference.

A hesitant knock, knock, knock on your front door awoke you from your lingering thoughts. Trudging to the front door, you opened it, revealing the person your mind couldn’t stray away from. The one that you always wanted to be around, no matter the bad.

“Spencer?” You blinked rapidly in confusion, because no matter how hard your heart was pounding at the sight of seeing him again, there was still a mix of uncertainty wrapped around it. He adorned a faded Caltech crew neck with plaid plants, his hair falling into messy curls that just almost brushed the glasses that he wore only at home. He was too afraid of being teased. It fell into the genius boy stereotype, he said once. His appearance was so unlike Reid that only you could understand how much of a cry for help it was. “What are you doing here?”

“I shouldn’t have come, I’m sorry. I’ll just go—” 

“No.”

“No?” His head turned to the side slightly, showcasing the teary eyes that you had missed so much. 

“For fuck’s sake, you can’t just show up to my apartment and then leave like this. I can’t— I can’t do this anymore, Spence. The way you’ve been acting, the way you’ve been treating me… Let me in. Please.” You didn’t care if your words came across as desperate or wrong. Nothing mattered in this moment in time except for the man across from you.

You saw the moment your words affected Spencer. Reid always felt with his eyes. No one knew that. Only you. It was always like that. Just like now, when a tear slipped from his right eye, causing him to cry out a small sob as he covered his face, as if the thought of someone seeing him in such pain was agonizing. You immediately latched onto him, wrapping him in an embrace as you shushed his cries. You walked the two of you into your apartment, where you sat him down on your couch.

Spencer was actually the one to find it. It was a plush, brown one that he said reminded him of you and the way you curled into a good book on your off days. It made your heart ache.

“Tell me what’s wrong, honey. Tell me how I can fix this.” You murmured into his ear, where his head rested in the crevice of your shoulder. His eyes were scrunched, trying to will the tears to finally stop flowing. It was seemingly impossible. You figured it must be, the way he had been internalizing everything for so long.

“You can’t.” He sniffed, his voice just barely visible in the open air. “Not this time. I’m too far gone.”

“You’ve gotta be more clear than that, Spence. Let me in.”

Spencer suddenly sat up, rubbing his eyes. The tears were still pooled in his eyes. “Promise me you won’t look at me differently after this. Promise me you’ll be the same person after. You won’t— you’ll still be my best friend.”

“Oh honey, I don’t think anything could change the way I feel about you.”

You watched as Spencer tried to repress a sob from your words. He wiped more tears from his sleeve before starting. “You know Tobias Hankel?”

“The unsub that kidnapped you? We killed him. He’s gone.”

“No. No. I know. It’s just… when I was there, he used this… this drug to send me to sleep. It made me see all sorts of things— my dad leaving, all of my mom’s episodes, the day they took her away— and I guess, I don’t know. It still made me feel calm. Even when I was in the worst position of my life.”

The realization dawned on you as he spoke. “You took it with you.”

Another soft sob. “I didn’t want to. But I had been locked away for what felt like eternity, away from my friends, away from you, and all I had was this fucking drug that he kept giving me. And I didn’t know what to do after that, you know, I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t go back to normal after what had just happened to me. Everyone kept treating me like I was the same person, like that was their coping mechanism for what had happened. So I thought, if this could make me normal, maybe…”

“Spence…”

“I know it’s wrong. I’ve looked everything up. It’s highly addictive, it’s hard to stop, it makes you lash out at others, it makes you say the worst things to even the best people in your life.” Spencer looked at you with an almost sheepish expression, even with tears streaming down in his face. “I tried to stop taking it. But every time, it makes me feel so…” He burst into full body sobs, reaching for you as if he was the one that needed you the most. It had always been the other way around, you thought. You were wrong. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You shushed his cries away as he kept repeating his apologies. “Don’t be sorry, honey. We’ll get through this, just like we always do with things. Just let me take care of you once, hm?”

It took a few minutes for Spencer to finally calm down. Once his breathing had steadied, so slow that you thought he had maybe fallen asleep, and the wetness in his eyes had dissipated, he spoke once more. “Thank you. Thank you for being the best person in my life. My soulmate. You always choose me, even when I’m the worst person alive.”

Your eyes softened at that.

“Oh, Spence. You know that I’ll always choose you.”

AHHHHHHHHHHH OH IM OBSESSED

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summary: tired of being underestimated and pushed aside because of your gender, you rant to your boss about it. needless to say, he won't let it happen again. tags/warnings: afab reader, no use of y/n and no physical description of reader, protective aaron hotchner, mentions of gross men and misogyny in the workplace word count: 2k notes: first fic of the 'so close to what' series!!! i'm so excited to write all of this. its going to get sooooo mouth-watering. hey @reidswrld

kicking my feet excitedly we’re so back

boyfriend spencer reid would let you trace the veins in his hands absentmindedly while he reads. he wouldn’t mention it, wouldn’t even look up, but he’d adjust just slightly so you had better access, the barest tilt of his wrist like muscle memory. the kind of casual intimacy that RUINS people!! the kind that isn’t announced, not earned, just exists in the space between two people who don’t have to ask permission. he's that kind of safe space !!!

@reidswrld @rauspberries saw this and thought of u <3

“Oh, I care, I care, I care…”

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cw: college au, drinking, arguing, strong language, steve is very very VERY mean and out of line / borderline controlling, cigarette smoking, making out? ig?

wc: 3.5k

a/n: i am so so sorry this took so long! also pls don’t hate me for how steve acts this chapter, it’s a jealously thing i promise he’ll get better

That one night was enough to get Steve out of your system. You cried, you hated yourself, and then you finally stitched up the wound he’d left in your chest. It was easy to get back into the swing of partying, meeting new people, and dating around. You could tell that you were beginning to feel happier and like you were having fun again. You’d even felt comfortable enough to go out when Steve finally agreed to start coming to functions, shamelessly dancing with your beau of the night as he and Eddie normally sat chatting at the bar.

You felt free, and life felt good again.

lawyer!aaron hotchner x paralegal!reader masterlist.

THE SERIES. THEEEEEEE SERIES

“god, love’s fucking embarrassing !„

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cw: 18+ ONLY!! not canon compliant, alcohol mentions, swearing, smut & allusions to smut (*** indicated), no use of y/n, check individual chapter warnings

wc: 8.2k and counting

1: “ all-american bitch ! „ ***

2: “ bad idea, right ? „ ***

3: “ lacy ! „

4: “ ballad of a homeschooled girl ! „

5: “ get him back ! „

6: “ love is embarrassing ! „

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hi everybody! i'm such an avid steve fic reader and wanted to share some of my GOD TIER steve fics for everyone. so strap in, and get ready to read some of the best steve fics! (most of these are x fem!reader fics, so beware!)

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lawyer!aaron hotchner x paralegal!reader. summary: your boss shoots down your big idea to try and win a big case, only to use it later without telling you. noting your irritation, he sets the record straight. tags/warnings: afab reader, no use of y/n and no physical description of reader, prosecutor!hotchner, author didn't go to law school, reader is in law school, this is mostly just very hidden flirting and tension word count: 4.1k notes: this was recommended by an anon! i unfortunately accidentally deleted the ask but thank you so much whoever suggested this <3 this is mostly just tension but maybe one day i'll write more of this pairing [leave me requests huehuehue]

AS I LIVE AND BREATHE THE PARALEGAL FIC HAS DROPPED

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eddie munson with a lower back tat i love you so bad

“I’m glad I get forever to see where you end.”

cw: fluff. fluff. FLUFF!!! based around “forever” by noah kahan. steve is such a cutie pie

wc: 2.5k

a/n: happy valentine’s day!! i’ve had this sitting unfinished in my notes for months and thought today was the day to finish it. here’s boyfriend steve for u all <3

You had dreamed of a whirlwind. Just like the storybooks that lived on your bookshelf, you wanted someone to sweep you off your feet and give you the fairytale life you’d always dreamed of. You wanted a small house near a creek, and a front yard with wildflowers, and a forest green front door.

i literally love ur mind so bad

u need to turn on kansas anymore and lock in.