H A H A I L O V E C R Y I N G A T S C H O O L

H a h a i l o v e c r y i n g a t s c h o o l

Pierre

(Listen to Pierre be Ryn Weaver while reading)

- I can’t let him in, you call up me up and ask me how I’ve been, I call your bluff and keep on telling, telling, telling you lies -

“Hey... how have you been?” I heard Spencer’s voice ask. He sounded different.

“Fine, yeah,” I said, trying to sound distracted. Maybe if he thought I was distracted he’d think I’m over him. 

“That... that’s good. I just wanted to ask, day’s been... kind of boring,” he replied. We were both silent for a few long seconds.

“I don’t think that’s why you called me,” I blurted. I heard him take a breath. I’d normally get upset and emotional right about now, but I decided that I didn’t care. Not now.

- Danced in the desert in the pouring rain, drank with the devil and forgot my name, woke with somebody when the morning came. No one there to shame me for my youth... ‘cause I wouldn't be with you - 

“I’ve been doing everything I can, and it worked for awhile,” I said, “I went to out to Arizona to visit my sister and I got drunk and slept with someone I didn’t know. And I did it because you aren’t around to tell me what’s right for me anymore. You never even had that right and you somehow still managed to lose it.” I finished.

- And I’ll keep on telling, telling, telling you lies -

“And I’ve been doing fine without you,” I said. I realized I had repeated myself twice. “I’ve been doing fine.” I reiterated. Before he could say anything, hung up and threw the handheld house phone across the room. I was lucky it landed on a chair cushion.

“I’ve been doing fine,” I said, this time to myself.

- Count down to the day they may come true -

“I’ve been doing fine.”

FUCKING EXACTLY!

an explanation is not owed

Body Language, Pt. 2

Part 1:

https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/642653179122794496/body-language-pt-1

Part 3:

https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/645923305711370240/body-language-pt-3

“(Y-Y/n), l-let me explain,” he rushed, eyes wide, voice high and squeaky. I simply stared at him, letting the fear turn over in his mind. I knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it much longer. Seeing the sweat on his forehead leading down to his terrified eyes made me want to tie him up and ruin him right that second. But he would have to wait.

Torturing him was the best part.

※※※

Turning to close the bedroom door, I stayed silent. I only did this when I was furious, and he knew it. Still facing the wood, I brought my hand up and slammed it against the doorframe. I heard Spencer whimper behind me. 

“Spencer Reid?” I asked.

“Yes (Y-Y/n)?” he said almost too quietly for me to hear.

“Did I give you permission to call me by my name?,” I growled, my voice raising slightly.

“No Ma’am!” he squeaked loudly. I whirled to face him. 

“When,” I annunciated the first syllable of my sentence with a step towards him, “Did I ever give you permission to touch yourself while I’m not here?” His jaw tensed as he realized how much trouble he was in. “And do you have any idea how fucking obvious you were today? Looking at me and biting your lip in the goddamn conference room in front of everyone,” I scoffed. As of now, I was standing next to the bed, looking down at him with a hard stare. He clutched the sheets closer, which made me cock my eyebrow. “So you practically spoke about wanting me to fuck you with your body language today, but you think you get to hide your gorgeous body from me when I get home?” I questioned. His eyes widened and he shook his head vigorously.

 I watched as he slowly crawled towards me on all fours, sitting on his knees and putting his hands behind his back as he reached the side of the bed I was on. I lifted his chin with my finger, to which he refused. Then I grabbed his chin forcefully and yanked it closer to my face. I leaned in so my lips were right beside his ear. “I’m going to tie you up and ruin you,” I whispered, causing Spencer’s whole body to shudder. 

I let go of his chin, and turned around to the dresser where our assortment of all different colors, textures, and sizes of toys and ropes were kept. Picking out a few things, I lifted them out and placed them on the end of the bed. I glanced at Reid, watching him eye the items with nervousness. 

I crossed over to him and laced my fingers into his long hair, pulling him to meet my lips in passionate kiss. At first he was hesitant, confused as to why I was kissing him instead of punishing him.

Oh, we were just getting started.

FUCKING EXACTLY. I’m biologically female and can’t use tampons and it’s so uncomfortable now and was honestly terrifying when I was young and needed supplies and they only had like... huge tampons to offer. I hate that people who menstruate are shamed for what they do or don’t stop DEAD UTERAL LINING FROM LEAKING THROUGH THEIR PANTS. Like what the actual fuck society ?

also i literally do not care whether you prefer pads or tampons but the fact that in almost every situation where free period supplies are available, they’re tampons, and this is just assumed to be fine (or people like campaigning for “free tampons” rather than “free menstrual products”) upsets me bc there are a lot of people who use pads who cannot use tampons and i don’t understand why tampons are considered not just the default but the only option worth mentioning

Body Language, Pt. 1

Part 2:

https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/645851107666591744/body-language-pt-2

Part 3:

https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/645923305711370240/body-language-pt-3

You jogged up the stairs, sneakers hitting the old, carpeted apartment building steps harder than normal. You reached your floor, stuffed your hand in your go-bag and fumbled for your keys. As you pulled them out, you jammed the only silver one into the lock and twisted, throwing the door open angrily. It had been a BAD day. You worked at the BAU, in Quantico, VA. You had been working a case today that heavily involved BDSM play. It was full of jokes from Derek and flirting from Penelope. They weren’t the issue, though. 

It was your boyfriend, Spencer Reid. Every time dominance and submission was brought up, he glanced your way, his body turning slightly towards you. You would catch him staring at your body, biting his pretty pink lip until a visible dent appeared. No doubt what his eidetic memory and vivid imagination were up to trouble. 

How could he let his body language run away from him like that? We’re surrounded by profilers, for god’s sake. I know Emily and JJ noticed, it’s hard to keep anything like this from them. At least that’s how Spencer was acting. He left the BAU at the normal clock-out time, but I stayed to do some extra file work for the case we had finished. It was a clean shot from Rossi, but the Unsub did die, so there was bound to be more paperwork to complete. You saw Spencer’s eyes catch yours on his way out. You just glared, and saw his eyebrows draw together in slight fear. He’s a genius... he’ll figure out what he’d done.

As I closed my last file, I looked up to see Hotch exiting his office and walking towards the clear doors towards the elevator. I placed the file in the plastic holder in the corner of my desk, then gathered up my go-bag and coat to follow my superior. I jogged towards the elevator, which he held for me before it closed at the last second. 

“Hey,” I said, worn-out and irritated. I did my best to keep my tone neutral and polite, as he was my superior. Not to mention he was someone I respected as a person. I knew he could tell something was wrong, though. He frowned slightly, lips pursing together. 

“Everything okay?” He asked, fully knowing that something was up.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Just a stressful day, boss,” I said, trying to add a chuckle at the end. I hadn’t convinced him, but it didn’t seem like he was going to press any further. 

“Okay. Just tell me if there’s anything you need.” 

I nodded.

“Thanks, Hotch,” I said, genuinely grateful to the man standing beside me. He nodded towards me, and I returned it. He exited the elevator first. I followed, walking to my car in the underground parking lot. The drive home only 20 minutes, but seemed like forever. I had been thinking about Spencer’s obvious behavior all the way to our shared apartment, and was seething by the time I got out.

※※※

I tossed my keys on the stand next to the door, and set my bag down on the end of the couch. 

Where is he?

I quickly looked around the room, a kitchen off to the side, and a living room connected to it. It wasn’t a huge apartment, but it worked for us. I noticed soft noises coming from down the small hall where our bedroom and bathroom were located. I growled under my breath and made my way down the hallway. The noises became louder as I approached the closed bedroom. Discernable moans came from behind the door.

I knocked roughly and flung it open.

The sight I was met with filled me to the brim with even more anger. Spencer was sprawled out on the bed, his hair mussed and his clothes on the floor. His hand shot up from his dick, and he pulled himself up to the headboard of the bed. 

“(Y-Y/n), l-let me explain,” he rushed, eyes wide, voice high and squeaky. I simply stared at him, letting the fear turn over in his mind. I knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it much longer. Seeing the sweat on his forehead leading down to his terrified eyes made me want to tie him up and ruin him right that second. But he would have to wait. 

Torturing him was the best part.

A.N. - 

Ahhh this is just the first part, I’ll finish it soon. t/y!

Update-

I’ve finished all three parts. My first actual thing on here, tysm for reading! I only started it in 2nd person POV, the rest of it it 1st person POV