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You know how when most people make ficmixes, the little drabbles they include are actually drabbles? Like, they're short? I CANNOT DO THAT. WHY AM I INCAPABLE OF WRITING THINGS THAT ARE SHORT. Case in point: this, and also the Skandar/Georgie/Will P. thing that I'm still working on, which has exploded into 20k+ and still isn't finished. D:

What is my life, etc. Also, I feel like I'm using my 'general psychological fuckery' tag far more often than usual lately...


Title: dark red bloodstreams
Maker: likecharity
Pairing: Spencer Reid/Nathan Harris
Rating: R, to be safe
Warnings: Mentions of attempted suicide, self-injury, and drug use. Dark themes in general.
Sounds like: Fighting against your own mind. Finding somebody who understands. Distress and danger and guilt and helplessness, but with an undercurrent of hope. A mixture of music genres.
Notes: Includes 16 songs and ficlets. Plus .rar, .zip, and individual .mp3s to download. The heart and brain textures are by [livejournal.com profile] mellowmint.










01. [reid]
your head will collapse
when there's nothing in it
and you'll ask yourself
where is my mind?
— the pixies; where is my mind? []

He's smarter than this. He's so, so much smarter than this. Every part of his rational brain knows that this is a bad idea, tells him to walk away from it before it gets worse, tells him he's not as responsible as he feels and that nobody can fix Nathan and he sure as hell can't and that the kid isn't his problem and this isn't even a case anymore and there's nothing he can do—

But then Nathan looks at him, really looks at him, and it's like he can see all the way inside. And he has sad eyes and nervous hands and a voice that still quivers with uncertainty, and Reid just wants to look after him. Wants to make things better.

It almost doesn't matter that he can't.


02. [reid → nathan]
i'm sick of feeling sick and not throwing up
and you sit in my stomach and you seem to be stuck
and it won't work its way through my guts
and just go away
— frightened rabbit; the greys []

The team knows, right from the start. Nathan comes by the office shortly after his release from the institution—that's how he puts it when there are others around; later, in private, he tells Reid that he turned eighteen a couple of weeks ago and he left because he could, because it really didn't feel like it was doing him much good anyway.

He looks much the same, just taller, and it's a shock to Reid's system to see him so suddenly, unexpectedly, after all this time. He thinks about Nathan a lot, but he never allowed himself to keep in contact with the kid. Tried to write him a letter once, and Garcia found the draft of it in a notebook he lent her, and she shook her head at him a lot and looked somehow stern and sympathetic at once, and said "No, no. Not a good idea. You've gotta let him go."

He couldn't, though. He never has.

Now, Nathan asks if he wants to get some coffee sometime, and Reid agrees. And when Nathan leaves, Reid says, "Gideon said it was only a matter of time," out loud, but more to himself than anybody else, and so it surprises him when he hears Hotch's voice come back to him in response—"Only a matter of time until what?"

"Until Nathan kills somebody." Reid says it quietly, distantly. It's a sentence he's repeated over and over in his own mind, but he's never said it aloud before.

Hotch's response is quiet, too. Thoughtful. He waits a moment before he says anything at all, and then—"Gideon wasn't always right."


03. [reid]
and i cannot say that i was not warned or was misled
and when it comes it will feel like a kiss
— bloc party; talons []

He can't trick his own mind like this. He can pretend to miss the signs and try and fool himself that he's doing the right thing, or at least that he's not doing anything wrong, but deep down (of course) he knows exactly what he's doing, and how much of a bad idea it is. He sees every point at which he could (should) turn back, say "no", put a stop to this. He sees these points, he considers them, and he passes them by.

This is how Nathan starts spending the night at Reid's apartment.

Turning up in the middle of the night, cold and weary from walking so far (and how can Reid turn him away, really?)—Reid offers him the sofa. And then, crying out in his sleep, waking up in the early hours of the morning sweat-sodden and haunted by nightmares (and how can Reid ignore it, when he knows exactly how it feels?)—Reid offers him the bed.

Nathan peels off his t-shirt and trousers (too hot, sleeping in his clothes, especially with the nightmares—how can Reid argue with that?) and climbs tentatively into Reid's bed, and Reid has never shared this bed with anybody before and he can sense Nathan's weight on the mattress beside him, sense Nathan's eyes boring holes in his back as he lies facing the wall, and he is hyperaware of everything everything everything, jumping when the hot skin of Nathan's shin brushes against him beneath the covers.

It takes a long time for him to be able to sleep at all; many times he just lies wide awake and listening to the kid's breathing until his alarm goes off and shakes him out of it. And then he gets up, dresses quietly, gets his gun from the bedside table, scribbles Nathan a note and leaves him a key and then goes. Pausing (for too long) to look at Nathan and marvel at seeing someone else curled up beneath his sheets, to notice whether Nathan is sleeping peacefully or fitfully, whether he has the duvet fisted in one hand or his fingernails clawing at the undersheets or if he's just still, quiet, all steady gentle breathing and slightly parted lips.

At work, they tease him about the dark circles under his eyes, tease him about getting lucky and how she must've kept him up all night—at first. And then their jokes grow into quiet concern and Reid starts avoiding eye contact and it feels just like drug addiction again, all secrets and showing up late in the mornings—

And then it becomes routine. Reid sleeps. And not only that, but he sleeps well, better than he has in a long time. His own nightmares diminish with Nathan curled up beside him (and later, against him, limbs intertwining as they sleep). In some ways, Reid thinks that makes everything worse.


04. [nathan → reid]
it might be to me or to you
just let me do what i need to
— the dead weather; the difference between us []

Reid is not surprised to discover that the scars on Nathan's wrists from his suicide attempt are not the only ones of their kind. Nathan always undresses hurriedly, facing away from Reid with his head ducked in something like shame, and quick to get under the covers. Reid just thought the kid was modest, shy, but then one night he caught a glimpse of the neat white welts that line Nathan's thighs, and he thought that if he'd ever tried, he might have profiled this. Nathan has a hunger for it—for knives and blood and pain—and he'll express his urges any way he can.

He starts cutting himself again only a few weeks after he starts sleeping over at Reid's. Reid comes home early from work one day to find Nathan in the bathroom looking like a deer in the headlights, blood on his hands and spattered on Reid's white tiles. At first, before Reid's brain has really had a chance to process it, he panics and thinks Nathan has snapped, killed somebody, and then he registers the wads of toilet paper that Nathan is clutching to his thighs and he leaps into action.

It's easier to focus on his first-aid kit and all of his biological, medical knowledge, and he gets wrapped up in it, muttering non-stop to Nathan about femoral arteries and clotting. Nathan is silent and pliant, sitting on the edge of the bathtub with his legs bent and spread, Reid kneeling between them as he works. Feeling the slick heat of Nathan's blood against his fingers is not new, almost familiar, and Reid tries not to think about that and bites back tears and tries to forcefully detach himself from this emotionally, and then—

"Have you ever done it?" Nathan asks, cautious, his voice small.

"No," Reid says, shortly, snipping off a piece of gauze and trying not to let his hands shake. But he catches Nathan's eye, and the boy looks so lost and hurt and alone that he can't not; this urge wells up inside him like a wave, a need to comfort and sympathise. He takes a deep breath. "I wanted to."

"Yeah?"

"When—when I was trying to come off the Dilaudid—" because he has told Nathan about the Dilaudid, reluctant at first and then full of relief, finding more catharsis than he ever had at the meetings he went to, because it makes such a difference to be telling it to someone who's interested, someone who cares, "—I came to associate the high of the Dilaudid with the pain of sticking myself with a needle, and—" He pauses, swallows, shakes his head. "I came close."


05. [nathan]
(instrumental)
— the knife; wanting to kill []

Nathan can't stop calling him 'Dr. Reid', at first, the name falling from his lips out of habit, out of respect, out of admiration—and he senses Reid's agitation every time but he just can't stop. He's talked to countless therapists over the past few years—sometimes he thinks of that first evaluation with Agent Gideon and the white-haired man sitting listening in the corner and he remembers how nervous he felt, how uncomfortable, how fucking hard it was to voice the terrible thoughts running through his mind—and now he's so used to it, he thinks he's better at talking about his homicidal urges than he is at having normal human conversation.

And so it's mostly what he talks about, these days, with Dr. Reid. It's harder than he thought, being out of the institution. Being shut up in that building, he had no choice but to keep himself under control, and he forgot what it was like to be free to roam the streets at night, to meet temptation at every corner. It's like nothing has changed. His Mom still works night shifts a lot, making it easy for him to stay out all night, and he finds himself walking and walking like he used to, ending up where the prostitutes hang out like he used to, watching them like he used to—like nothing of the extensive psychological rehabilitation he's had has made the slightest bit of difference.

Until he starts walking right on past and ending up at Dr. Reid's apartment, instead. Until that becomes his goal, each night, until he starts bypassing the back alleys altogether in favour of quicker routes. Because lying in that bed with the warm safety of another human being beside him, who understands him—that's better than any therapy he's ever had.


06. [reid]
and this is fucked up, fucked up
this your blind spot, blind spot
it should be obvious, but it's not
(...) i don't care what the future holds
'cause i'm right here and i'm today
with your fingers you can touch me
— thom yorke; black swan []

Reid knows he should not discuss cases with Nathan. At the very least, it's against the rules—he should not discuss cases with anyone outside of the bureau—but when Nathan's interests and desires are factored into the equation, it becomes much more dangerous. He risks fuelling Nathan's fantasies, at the very least; at worst, he is giving him ideas.

But he's never really had anyone to talk to before, not like this. Not someone uninvolved, but so interested. And it's nice, in a way, to talk it through, whatever stressful events the day has thrown at him. At first, he shies away from the specifics, but they start to slip out, and he finds himself recounting gruesome murders in whatever level of detail he can bear to reach. It's easy, surprisingly so, lying there in the dark in his own bed staring at the ceiling—he could almost pretend he's talking to himself, like it doesn't even matter because there's no one here to hear him.

Only then the speed of Nathan's breathing increases and Reid feels the shift beside him, the uneasy movement as Nathan resettles himself in bed. Reid knows Nathan is excited, but he can't bring himself to stop.

Sometimes, Nathan is the one who shares too much, the one who's all gory detail and sickening mental image. Sometimes, when he whispers "Dr. Reid?" into the darkness and Reid does not respond, when Nathan isn't sure if he's awake or not and starts talking anyway, just for a release, he talks about what he wants to do, what he can't stop thinking about doing. And Reid stays silent with his eyes squeezed shut and his fingers digging into the mattress and he wants, wants, wants to hold Nathan close and tell him no and tell him stop and teach him what it's like just to feel somebody in your arms, what it's like to feel someone's heart beating beneath your fingers without wanting to tear it right out.


07. [nathan → reid]
some nights i thirst for real blood
for real knives, for real cries
(...) and i don't want to hear you say
it shouldn't really be this way
'cause i like this way just fine
— okkervil river; for real []

"It hurts, sometimes, like—physically," Nathan says, voice hushed and quick, the words a guilty blur, "like when you want something so bad you can feel it, like, inside, in your heart and your veins and your blood—"

He's speaking without really thinking, because once he starts thinking about it he gets too guilty to say anything, and god—talking helps, talking really helps. If he's not talking, it's all just locked up there in his mind and he can't cope with that. He went years like that, only letting it out by writing about it, masking it in fiction and sometimes masturbating to his sick sick thoughts when he just couldn't help it, and—it was like torture. It feels so much better for it to be out in the open, especially when the person across from him isn't silently judging him, thinking he's a complete freak. Dr. Reid understands. He doesn't understand what it's like to lust for murder, but he's had this want, this desperate all-consuming want that's more of a need, for something he should not have.

"—and it's like it feels inevitable that you're gonna give into it, only you can't start thinking that way because that's like you're giving in already, like that just makes it—what is it—a self-fulfilling prophecy, like once you accept you're gonna do it then you have no choice but to do it, and—" Nathan stops, takes a breath, hears it shaky, feels it rattle his ribs. "Do you—do you know what I mean?"

Reid is quiet—he always is, picking his words carefully, never sure how much he wants to admit to Nathan or even to himself. But then he nods, and says, "I do. God, but I do."


08. [reid → nathan]
your heart starts skipping steps
so you're farther gone
than you might expect
if your thoughts should turn to death
gotta stomp them out
like a cigarette
— bright eyes; down in a rabbit hole []

Nathan can't tell what's better: to allow himself to think about it, or to try and cut himself off mid-thought and distract his own mind. The latter is what most professionals recommended—replacing his 'bad thoughts' with 'good thoughts', bringing a completely different idea to the forefront of his mind. "It could be something as mundane as what you're going to have for dinner that night," one therapist had suggested, and it was at this point that Nathan began to lose faith in the system, started to accept that none of these people really understood him at all. He tried it, tried hard for a long time and still does, on occasion, but it never works. It's not as easy as pasting one thought over another; the human brain isn't as simple as that. Thoughts manifest themselves in the background of other thoughts, grow from tiny seeds into tall trees in the blink of an eye and then it's too late. You can't uproot them.

But, if Nathan accepts himself, if he stops trying to fight it—that's giving in, and that's dangerous. There are others as sick as him, others who accept their sickness, who no longer feel guilt or shame or regret. And he won't allow himself to become that. He can't.

Reid understands better than even the best therapists Nathan has talked to, which doesn't particularly surprise him. But he still doesn't have the answers. Nathan is beginning to realise that maybe there aren't any. Maybe there's no way out.

("You've been down this route once before," Reid reminds him, upset and urgent, "it's not the answer." But Nathan has tried other options since then, with no success.)

Perhaps the only possible outcomes are: he kills somebody else, or he kills himself. It ends in death either way, and he will be tormented by his own mind until he reaches the conclusion.


09. [nathan]
god loves a murderer
because there is so much sin to forgive
— david thomas broughton; so much sin to forgive []

Reid got help for his drug addiction; he did not get help for the trauma associated with what gave him the addiction in the first place. He does not talk about that, but it doesn't mean it's not in his mind. It lurks in the shadows, and Nathan wants to bring it out.

These things, they talk about only when it's dark, when they're in bed, when they're tired and the conversation will seem almost like a dream the next morning. Reid talks staring at the ceiling, but he knows that Nathan is turned over on his side, curled in on himself and watching, trying to make out the expressions on the indistinct shape of Reid's face in the dark.

At first, Nathan is curious about the psychology. He did not know that multiple personalities really existed ("It's called Dissociative Identity Disorder," Reid corrects him without thinking) and is fascinated to hear of the way Tobias Hankel would switch, sudden and seamless, from one person into the next. He wants to make sense of it; asks how Hankel could explain the fact that hours would go missing from his life, asks how he could really be unaware of the things he was doing when he believed he was somebody else.

Then, he asks why Hankel thought Reid was a sinner. Then he wants to know what Hankel did to him, and Reid knows he should not tell him but he does, because it's been long enough now, because he needs to be able to say it out loud, because keeping it shut up at the back of his mind hasn't helped him one bit so far. And god, it's a relief, much more than he could have anticipated. The words come pouring out of him, and his voice only wavers when he notices the way Nathan's breath hitches and a heavy sort of tension settles itself around them.

"I shouldn't be telling you this," Reid says, voice hushed.

"No," Nathan snaps, quick and sharp and desperate. "No. Go on. Please."

Nathan is excited, furiously excited, thinking of Reid helpless and hurt, tied to a chair and whipped and beaten and drugged against his will, and Reid feels disgust roiling in the base of his belly but he can't stop talking, because the relief he feels from finally voicing his suffering just simply outweighs it. (And maybe, somewhere, there's a little bit of a thrill at producing this sort of reaction in somebody, but he won't acknowledge that, he won't he won't he won't—)

Nathan stops him abruptly, disappears into the bathroom for four minutes and thirty eight seconds that Reid counts, lying there stock-still on his back and feeling something twisting deep inside of him. When he hears Nathan's feet padding their way back to the bed, he rolls over. He faces the wall, shuts his eyes tight, and pretends to be asleep.


10. [nathan]
i'm not always like this, it's something i become
a terrible weakness, in my nature, in my blood
save me, oh save me
save me from myself
(...) don't blame me, don't maim me
i can't help what i am
— imogen heap; glittering cloud []

Reid saved Nathan's life, when Nathan did not want to live. But then—maybe he did, on some level, maybe he was too scared, maybe that's why he gave Reid warning and left Reid's card out. Or maybe it was less about wanting to live and more about wanting Reid to save him. He wanted Reid to know just how bad it was. He wanted Reid to know he wasn't just another puzzle piece of an easily-solved case—they can save the potential victims, they can catch the murderers, but where did Nathan fit in? Potential murderer, put away in a mental institution instead of a prison?

It wasn't conscious planning. He talked about it with therapists, later, and they latched onto it—the way he'd reached out for help, alerting the young FBI agent to his issues and then trusting the team to do their work and find him. It was a good sign, everybody said, a sign that he didn't truly want to hurt anybody, that he wanted to solve his urges rather than give into them. And one doctor drew a parallel between this first event and Nathan's suicide attempt, said that leaving Reid's card out was another, more subconscious effort to bring Reid back to him, because he didn't want to die.

It makes sense, in a way, but when, after years in the institution, he was still thinking about Dr. Reid almost every day and planning to see him when he got out and envisioning all the different ways the meeting might go—he realised maybe it was never about life and death after all, just about him.


11. [nathan → reid]
if my vices are a burden
please don't let me off
cast me from your home
(...) it's getting hard to keep pretending i'm worth your time
— yeasayer; madder red []

Nathan is aware that this cannot last forever. It feels as though they're both fooling themselves: when he shows up at Reid's door, now, he no longer babbles explanations and excuses, and Reid no longer bothers with the formality of offering Nathan the couch. Occasionally, they are entirely wordless—Nathan enters, and they only look at each other, and then he is following Reid into the bedroom, Reid's bare feet padding across the carpet (and he doesn't bother, anymore, to pull on a hoodie or some sweatpants or a robe, just answers the door as is, in the boxers he sleeps in) and Nathan undressing as he walks, leaving a trail of clothing across the floor as he goes.

They don't talk about it, don't try and explain it to each other anymore. Nathan doesn't try to make excuses for his needs and Reid doesn't try to make excuses for satisfying them. But each morning after, there is a hollow feeling in the pit of Nathan's stomach as he lies there listening to Reid get ready for work, or as they sit and eat breakfast and watch the news together. As Nathan leaves with him and they part ways at the subway station, or as he lets himself out of the apartment like he lives there, with the spare key that has gradually and without discussion become his own.

Sometimes, he stays, because his Mom isn't going to be back until late or because he doesn't care anymore if she wonders where he is. He stays, and he pulls on a spare shirt of Reid's and he potters around the apartment, sits on the sofa all day reading Reid's endless supply of books. He reads about his own painful, life-affecting problems in neat scientific terms, and makes himself inventive sandwiches from the strange and sparse items in Reid's refrigerator.

Sometimes, he does this, because it's a way to cling on, because he wants to wrap himself around Reid's life and tangle himself up in it and never let it go. And sometimes, he wishes Reid would be a little bit more open with him, would make him go if that's what he really wants, but—

On these nights, when Reid comes home from work tired and drained, and finds Nathan curled up on his sofa reading his books and eating his food and wearing his clothes—Nathan could swear he looks a little brighter, perks up just that little bit more.


12. [reid → nathan]
when you came back
you killed me with a kiss
like a glorious fight i wished i'd missed
ah shit, guess i'm in love with the fucked up kid
— broken social scene presents kevin drew; fucked up kid []

It happens like this:

A hard case; Reid withdrawn and empty from the horrors of recent work, and quiet, not sharing as much as he might, listening more than he talks. Too much effort spent on trying not to think, trying to keep so many thoughts locked down (and he bets Nathan knows how that feels), and (as always) he can't fool his own mind. A hot night, and it all comes out in dreams, wakes him sobbing terrified into his pillow with a cool, tentative hand on the sweaty plane of his back—

"You were having a nightmare," Nathan whispers, and just like that it's all gone, the terrors in his mind's eye vanish in an instant and leave only the feelings associated—his pounding heart, his dry throat, the panic in his chest and thrilling through his veins.

"Yeah," he says, faintly, gulping. He rolls over unsteadily to look at Nathan beside him, eyes adjusting to the darkness to make out the boy's worried face. "Yeah. I'm sorry, I woke you."

Nathan shakes his head. He looks fixated on something. "It's okay," he murmurs. His hand reaches out again; Reid feels it small and cold on his own chest, feels his heart thud-thud-thud against it. "Are you okay?"

Reid thinks Nathan likes this, likes to be the stronger one for once instead of the one needing comfort and reassurance and looking after. Maybe he likes Reid's fear, too, for reasons too dark for Reid to consider at this time of night—something is changing in Nathan's face as he feels Reid's heartbeat, as he looks into Reid's eyes. Reid starts to respond, opens his mouth and doesn't know how he's going to answer the question but it doesn't matter, because Nathan's mouth cuts him off instantly. He clutches at Reid's chest as he kisses him, fingernails digging into the skin, and right now Reid does not have the self-control or presence of mind to resist.

He gives in easy.


13. [nathan → reid]
i undressed you with my eyes
i have maybe even raped you
in the dark and eerie corners of my mind
— cocorosie; honey or tar []

Nathan alternates between violent and tender, aggressive and timid, never quite able to keep himself completely under control. There is something animalistic in him that breaks from its restraints when he has Reid close, overcome with power and hunger and need, and he is biting and clawing before he's even aware of what he's doing. He catches a glimpse of torn clothing or scratches across skin, or registers his own hand around Reid's throat, feeling the frantic throb of a pulse against his fingers, and he goes immediately slack and gentle and sorry, mumbling apologies.

It's scary how easy it is to lose control like that. He hardly notices.

The worst part is how scared Reid gets—he knows he tries to cover it up, but Nathan can see the fear in his eyes, pupils blown wide and worried, and he can feel the way Reid shudders under him and his fucking heartbeat always much too fast. And it makes it just that much harder to calm down, to draw back and catch his breath and go slow.

It also makes Reid far more likely to make it stop, and Nathan is always so painfully aware of that, because Reid is too smart for this and Reid does not take such risks like this and Reid will come to his senses any second—and Nathan cannot stand it. It makes him want to take what he can while he still has the chance; all greed and desperation making him wilder, making it worse, sending him into a spiral—a vicious cycle that he doesn't know how to break.


14. [reid → nathan / team → both]
yeah, your mouth is a gun
(...) i really think we did the best that we could
— broken social scene presents kevin drew; gangbang suicide []

The team approach the topic in different ways. Reid knows they're going to say something before they do, and they probably know that he knows—it's just how they are. Garcia is the first. Something makes her take him aside before the others arrive one morning, and say, "Reid." Just that. Just his name, twice, and he can't quite look her in the eye. And then, "Reid. Baby boy. No."

She knows. The others might wonder, might touch upon it as a theory, but Garcia knows. In a strange way, it's like she's always known—she was there, after all, when Reid was straddling Nathan in a panic and clutching at his bleeding wrists and wanting to breathe the life back into him. She was there; she saw the desperation in him. She's the one who, early in the investigation, reminded Reid that Nathan might be their unsub after all, and saw him ignore it and go on looking after the kid anyway.

Of course she knows. Sometimes, Reid thinks she's a better profiler than any of them.

Prentiss is sly, careful, testing the waters. "You still seeing Nathan Harris?" she asks one day, faux-casual as she pours him some coffee. She's careful not to put any stress on the word 'seeing', letting Reid interpret the question how he chooses.

"Sometimes," Reid shrugs. He doesn't bother to explain himself. It seems easier to say as little as possible, but his hands shake and he spills his sugar and the look in her eye tells him she knows, too.

Rossi says nothing, not with words, but there is an air about him, half-concern and half-judgement, that Reid senses and does not quite know what to do with. JJ looks pained somehow when their eyes meet these days—she and Morgan are worried, of course, and (he thinks) somewhat hurt beneath it all, hurt that Reid has chosen Nathan of all people to share himself with like this, to confide in and open up to and be vulnerable with. (And what does that say about him? That he has chosen a potentially homicidal teenager over his own friends?)

"You know you can talk to me, right?" Morgan says, brow furrowed, hand broad on Reid's shoulder. "You'll drive yourself crazy if you don't talk."

Reid flinches at the choice of words. "I talk."

Morgan looks doubtful. "Just make sure you're talking to the right person, all right, kid?"

And Hotch—Hotch is all business; he does not skirt around the issue or get overly emotional. He calls Reid to his office, shuts the door, leans back against his own desk. Rubs his forehead with the back of his hand and sighs.

"There's nothing I can say. You know this is a bad idea." A pause. Reid doesn't bother pretending not to know what he's talking about. "I can't stop you. As long as this doesn't interfere with your performance here, it's out of my hands." Another pause. He is visibly stressed, and it makes Reid uncomfortable. He fixes Reid with a look, sincere and suddenly open. "Be careful," he says, finally, like it spills up out of him, emotion overriding professional concern. "I trust you know what you're doing. But you need to be careful."

Reid nods, slow, thoughtful. "I know, sir," he says in a small voice, and then, so faint he almost doesn't say it at all, "thank you."

It's the first time he's acknowledged it, really, truly, properly, to another person. Hotch nods back at him, expression at once grave and gentle. Reid is dismissed.


15. [both]
you're the only one i've noticed
of all the people i've been past
i will always listen to you
losing battles in your mind
(...) you help me feel a little less strange
— the dead weather; i feel strange []

One night, lying in the dark, neither of them able to sleep but neither of them acknowledging it, Nathan's voice rings out sudden and clear. "Will it get better?"

And Reid's heart breaks a little bit, because how can he answer that? How can he tell Nathan that it will, simply because that's what he tells himself, what he wishes and hopes for but has no basis in reality and fact? And how can he tell Nathan that in all likelihood nothing will change, that he's reached adulthood and his urges aren't waning so they probably never will, that he's doomed to live with this for the rest of his life?

"I don't know," he says in the end, his own voice coming out shaky and uncertain in the warm comfort of the darkness.

Nathan shifts, turns on his side, curls up close to Reid, his lips against Reid's shoulder. "You make it better," he whispers.

It seems so simple, like something Reid should have figured out, but it still comes as a surprise, and he lies there in silence a moment, unable to resist the quiver of his lips breaking into a smile. He knows how Nathan feels.


16. [both]
flashed up in my wildest dreams
the dark red bloodstreams
stretching out like vast cracked ice
the veins of you, the veins of me
like great forest trees
pushing through and on and in
— snow patrol; lifeboats []

It takes a long time, but eventually, Reid learns to stop blaming himself. He has made some bad decisions, but he starts to feel as though he had no choice. As though right from the start, this was all predetermined—and he's not one to believe in that sort of thing, in fate and destiny and his life's path written out in the stars or his palms. But when it comes to Nathan, it's different.

He saved his life, after all. They could not walk away from each other after that. Sometimes, he thinks this could not have gone any other way.




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Date: 2011-03-20 09:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maldeluxx.livejournal.com
Oh this is beautiful, messy and beautiful ::) Really brilliant <3<3

Date: 2011-03-20 09:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likecharity.livejournal.com
Thank you!! I'm glad you thought so. ♥

Date: 2011-03-20 09:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tamaraface.livejournal.com
I don't even watch Criminal Minds and I loved this. The almost star-crossed nature of these two, plus the age difference, is such a clincher for me; I love that dynamic. That was the best part of this, is that you illustrated dynamics so well. Between Spencer and Nathan and the team, there were all these lines going every which way crossing and connecting everyone and everything together. Your music choice were stunning, I desperately love almost all of these artists and was super stoked to see that Pixies track being I've been listening to Emily Browning's cover from the Suckerpunch soundtrack on a loop for days.

All of it, everything, flawless.

Date: 2011-03-20 09:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likecharity.livejournal.com
Oh, thank you thank you! Especially seeing as you don't watch the show, it means a lot that this worked for you. ♥ The age difference is kind of a thing for me too, even though I don't seem to mention it when I write about them.

GUH I'm pretty sure the Suckerpunch soundtrack is going to be the best soundtrack ever. I love what I've heard of it so far. I had the Pixies song on there mostly because it was used in Nathan's episode, but I legit had second thoughts and considered using Emily Browning's version instead because it's soooo good and like, haunting.

Date: 2011-03-20 09:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrexic.livejournal.com
WHOA, that was intense! And really brilliant... I especially love how well you hit on how different their reasons are for being drawn to each other - Nathan is excited, furiously excited, thinking of Reid helpless and hurt, tied to a chair and whipped and beaten and drugged against his will, and Reid feels disgust roiling in the base of his belly but he can't stop talking, because the relief he feels from finally voicing his suffering just simply outweighs it. - but how strangely similar also, in them both being tortured outsiders.

Also loved the characterizations of all the other team members- their reactions to Spencer/Nathan all seemed spot-on.

All in all, deliciously twisted and sadly sweet :)

PS: I have actually started DREAMING about Spencer now, thanks to all this TV, and my new fave one-off unsub to pair with Reid is Adam/Amanda, although I'm not really sure how that would work...

Date: 2011-03-20 09:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrexic.livejournal.com
OH YEAH. And I haven't listened to the whole mix yet, but I really love the album art, especially the back.

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Date: 2011-03-20 10:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lustmordred.livejournal.com
Seriously brilliant. I am loving how you write this pairing.

Date: 2011-03-21 10:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likecharity.livejournal.com
♥ Thank you. I'm glad!

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Date: 2011-03-21 12:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lone-zone.livejournal.com
This is an amazing fic :)

Date: 2011-03-21 10:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likecharity.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Date: 2011-03-21 01:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wolfinred.livejournal.com
Ahhh this is just wonderful. ♥ I love the idea of Nathan/Reid and you've captured exactly why. The fact that Reid saved Nathan's life, the sheer wrongness/creepiness of it (because I am all about the wrongness and the creepiness), and above all, the fact that they understand each other. Perfect.

Also I love the fact that Garcia just knows. She and JJ might not be official profilers, but they're so good at people they don't need to be.

Date: 2011-03-21 10:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likecharity.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it. The wrongness/creepiness is definitely a part of why I love the pairing too, hee - I can't help it, it's so interesting to me!

It just seemed to make sense that Garcia would know before everyone else, and probably know more than they did. I think it's partly because she saw more of the two of them interacting right from the beginning, in the episode.

Date: 2011-03-21 02:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] myjadedhavok.livejournal.com
OMG.

Okay, so, I kept stubbling upon Reid/Nathan fic and going who the hell is Nathan?! And then I saw that episode and OMG! Reid is just so DESPERATE to save him.

This is actually the first Reid/Nathan fic I've read, however, because it just doesn't seem like it'd be something with very many happy endings.

Amazing, though. <3

Date: 2011-03-21 11:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likecharity.livejournal.com
Lol! When you were asking for recs I was gonna be like "...we-ell, I wrote Reid/this teenager who wants to kill prostitutes?" and then decided against it. XD I have written this (http://likecharity.livejournal.com/189621.html) too, but it is definitely not happy and involves bloodplay and general weirdness, so I understand if you don't want to check that out. XD

I'm glad you liked this, though! ♥ Thank you.

Date: 2011-03-21 09:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] diskoandlace.livejournal.com
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBler

Date: 2011-03-21 10:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] diskoandlace.livejournal.com
Okay so I posted the above comment without reading, cos I was so excited about the Goob, right, but then I read this (read is the wrong word; devoured is probably more accurate) and oh, boy. Oh boy oh boy oh boy. Unbe-freaking-lievable.

CAN I JUST SAY HOW FREAKING MUCH I LOVE YOUR BRAIN?!?!!?!?!?!1!!one!!11! I could read this for EVER. EVER! Everything you write just strikes really intense amazing chords, and it's glorious to read. This sentence:

"Sometimes, he does this, because it's a way to cling on, because he wants to wrap himself around Reid's life and tangle himself up in it and never let it go."

stopped me in my tracks, and I had to pause, throw the words around my mind some more and completely savour them in before I was ready to move on (and I meant that in the least creepy way possible. Gah, intense fanboying is an ugly colour on me *embarrassed*). That was just one example, I could paste like fifty more. Then you have your song selection. Homg; don't even get me started on the song selection. Talons. YES. YES. NO YES.

Anyway, to sum up: you are Amazing♥ with a capital A. Forreal.

Moar Plz :D

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Date: 2011-03-21 05:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] streussal.livejournal.com
Aaaaaaah, REID!! Oh honey no. Even though I ship it. Sob.

Yeah this is how it would go. With the twistiness and mild disgust and lying to himself and yes.

Date: 2011-03-24 04:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likecharity.livejournal.com
I'm glad you think so too, haha.

EVERYBODY SHOULD SHIP IT NO MATTER HOW WRONG IT IS.

Date: 2011-03-21 07:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] burningchaos.livejournal.com
Fuck this is stunning.

Date: 2011-03-24 04:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likecharity.livejournal.com
♥ Thank you.

Date: 2011-03-22 12:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] moogalicious.livejournal.com
Totally rad! Love, love Reid. Snagging. <3

Date: 2011-03-24 04:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likecharity.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm glad you like. :)

Date: 2011-03-22 01:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jenavira.livejournal.com
OOOOH Mix *and* fic all in one! The double-take I did upon seeing this on my flist was spectacular, I wish you could have seen it. I've been wanting to see something like this for ages. <3

Date: 2011-03-24 05:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likecharity.livejournal.com
Hee! I'm glad I could provide. :)

Date: 2011-03-23 09:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] portraitofafool.livejournal.com
Holy shit! I love you, I think. This fic is seriously perfect and music, fucking Christ. BRILLIANT. *twirls* I loved this and I love the one before it the sequel to the prequel or... I'm getting my wording wrong, I think, but it's late. *has a good excuse*

I devoured this though and the emotion of it is all so spot-on to me; it's wonderfully easy to fall down this twisted rabbit hole and it's even easier to fall totally in love with the idea. How it started, where it led, Garcia figuring it out first... man!

And this: He reads about his own painful, life-affecting problems in neat scientific terms, and makes himself inventive sandwiches from the strange and sparse items in Reid's refrigerator.

It's little details like that which always drag me even farther in and convince me of a story's... story-ness. It's a matter of being the difference for me reading entertaining words on a screen and getting totally absorbed and lost in the world of the story. I hope that made sense. :/

Then there is the music, too and I am so :D at there only being four songs on this that I already have. That like... NEVER HAPPENS. I'm a bit of an audiophile, so fanmixes and me usually don't get to play because I'm looking and going, "Got that one... and that one... and that one... I've heard that one and it sucks... WHY IS THERE P DIDDY ON THIS MIX?!?" So on.

Needless to say, you've made me stupidly happy and now I will have a brand new pile of music to wallow around in, too. Also, <3 to you for having individual downloads. The lack of those with most mixes are the bane of my illegal downloading existence.

Would you mind terribly if I friended you, btw?

Date: 2011-03-24 05:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likecharity.livejournal.com
Oh, thank you so much!! I love this comment a lot.

I don't know if the other fic was really connected, but I was kind of writing this in the same 'universe' so to speak, like all of this could have happened before that happened, maybe. I don't know. But I'm glad you like them both!!

I'm glad you like the little details too - honestly, I felt like I could have put in so much more of that sort of thing but the fic was already longer than I intended, haha.

I know what you mean about it being hard to find fanmixes that aren't made up of songs you already have or hate, too - I'm glad this isn't one of those, and I hope you like/liked the songs.

I wouldn't mind at all! I'm not sure if I'll be writing more Criminal Minds fic yet. I thought this would be my last Reid/Nathan at least, like, getting it out of my system, but the more I think and talk about the pairing the more I realise how much potential there is for fic. So I don't know, but as long as you're okay with the fact that I might not post any more of that, friend away!

Thank you again. ♥

Date: 2011-03-24 03:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lucianwolf.livejournal.com
I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU.

Your writing style is amazing and this is my eternal OTP, so you have absolutely blown my world apart. :D :D :D

The disc art is AWESOME!!! And the music is perfect OMGWTFBBQ! *spazdies*


01. It almost doesn't matter that he can't.

I love that this line absolutely sets the mood for the rest of the story.

02. "Gideon wasn't always right."

Oh-dear-god! The desperate need for hope kills me. It's awful!

03. scribbles Nathan a note and leaves him a key and then goes.

I love this. He desperately doesn't want to admit that he's doing this, and the faster he gets out, the less real it is.

04. Nathan has a hunger for it—for knives and blood and pain—and he'll express his urges any way he can.

Unnnghhh. YES.

05. Until he starts walking right on past and ending up at Dr. Reid's apartment, instead.

I'm so afraid to be hopeful, but I can't help myself.

06.

I can't select any part of this because it's all perfect. The desperate need to share the horrors with someone, and to have someone there who is capable of hearing all those things without running must be the most relieving thing.

07. Reid is quiet—he always is, picking his words carefully, never sure how much he wants to admit to Nathan or even to himself.

Even to himself is the most brilliant part.

08. Thoughts manifest themselves in the background of other thoughts, grow from tiny seeds into tall trees in the blink of an eye and then it's too late. You can't uproot them.

THIS.

09. Nathan is excited, furiously excited, thinking of Reid helpless and hurt, tied to a chair and whipped and beaten and drugged against his will, and Reid feels disgust roiling in the base of his belly but he can't stop talking, because the relief he feels from finally voicing his suffering just simply outweighs it. (And maybe, somewhere, there's a little bit of a thrill at producing this sort of reaction in somebody, but he won't acknowledge that, he won't he won't he won't—)

THIS, OMG, THIS - I love when an author delves into Reid's darkness. I love how he fights the reason he's such a good profiler. That's my favorite Reid. :)

10. He wanted Reid to know just how bad it was.

It would be so easy just to call him a crazy psychopath and dismiss the boy that doesn't want to be.

Date: 2011-03-24 03:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lucianwolf.livejournal.com

11. with the spare key that has gradually and without discussion become his own.

This says so much about them. Slipping so slowly and easily into each other; filling spaces that they didn't want to admit were hollow, in Reid's case, and didn't think could ever be filled, in Nathan's.

12. He gives in easy.

That's such a perfect summary. That's my perfect Reid, giving in to Nathan because ... because he can't help it. Because Nathan is the manifestation of all of his self-destructiveness.

13.

This section was just plain perfect. Nathan can't give in or he'll lose everything, which makes him want to give in that much more because he'll lose it eventually anyway, so he might as well take it all - oh, so beautiful. A perfect parallel of the push-pull of this entire relationship.

14. hurt that Reid has chosen Nathan of all people to share himself with like this, to confide in and open up to and be vulnerable with.
(And what does that say about him? That he has chosen a potentially homicidal teenager over his own friends?)


First, I love this glimpse of Morgan. Second, what does that say about his coworkers? Are they not as dark as he is? Do they not understand what it is that make them such good profilers? Wow.

15. It seems so simple, like something Reid should have figured out, but it still comes as a surprise, and he lies there in silence a moment, unable to resist the quiver of his lips breaking into a smile. He knows how Nathan feels.

It's an addiction: every day is fighting - some days harder than others. it doesn't go away, but some things make it easier, and that's what makes the difference.

16. Sometimes, he thinks this could not have gone any other way.

This is when I was like, "Vast cracked ice? How did two authors use that same line for my very favorite pairing?" And then I realized it was you, who wrote on of my other favorite Nathan/Reid pieces, and YAY!!!

And then - I wonder what it looks like, outside of time - to see the star-crossed lovers hurtling towards each other through time and space into a bond that is truly sublime, in all of its meaning.


YOU ARE AWESOME. Please, sir - may I have some more? :D

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Date: 2011-03-25 04:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nowhere1girl.livejournal.com
This is so epic. Really, it totally breaks my heart: Reid and Nathan and the team.
The dynamic between these two it´s intense and brilliant and makes me think this is one of the best fanfiction I ever read, really.

"His own nightmares diminish with Nathan curled up beside him (and later, against him, limbs intertwining as they sleep). In some ways, Reid thinks that makes everything worse"

"Because lying in that bed with the warm safety of another human being beside him, who understands him—that's better than any therapy he's ever had"

" he realised maybe it was never about life and death after all, just about him"

OTP IS OTP! Totally brilliant and intense, just like I have tell you before.

I can´t explain how it took my heart and how much talent I think you have right now.

If my english wasn´t so bad I would write a better comment, but it´s bad, so, I´m sorry for that.

TO MEMORIES! :)<3<3<3<3

(I apologize for any mistake in this comment)

Date: 2011-03-25 10:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likecharity.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! Don't worry about the comment - it's lovely. ♥ I'm really glad you liked it, and thank you especially for picking out certain lines that you liked. :)

Date: 2011-03-25 07:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] everythingshiny.livejournal.com
<3 love this ep!! snaggin :D

Date: 2011-03-25 10:14 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-03-25 01:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] golden-may.livejournal.com
omg. this fanmix is just amazing.
I really loved this episode !
this should've been used for the soundtrack of this episode.
these songs describe characters' emotion very well,
again, beautiful job! and thank you for shraing :D

Date: 2011-03-25 10:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likecharity.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! I'm glad you like it. :)

Date: 2011-03-30 05:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] crumpetdear.livejournal.com
FUCKING FINISHED. THIS. omg. it's gonna be in several parts, LOL FUCK ME, SORRY, but i hope it makes you as happy as you've made me LOL /cheesy

okay so the first song THE FIRST SONG i looove that haunting voice in the background, it's like reid's LIFE, the nightmares he lives every day, and the slow burn of black francis' voice is just the grate of everythinggg LOL I'M GETTING INTO THIS. and yoouu: He's smarter than this. He's so, so much smarter than this. and the lyricsss WHERE IS MY MIND because reid's gotta be losing it to ignore all the signs of how badly this could turn out but he doesn't caaare. AND THE FACT THAT THIS SONG IS THE FIRST ON THE MIX AND THE INTRO OF THE ACTUAL EPISODE IS THAT A CONNECTION I SEE THAT CONNECTION I KNOOOW.

I'M TIRED OF FEELING SICK AND NOT THROWING UP like nathan's this constant weight at the bottom of his stomach that he's constantly worrying and thinking about AND IT DOESN'T GO AWAY because this kid is someone that sought him out and not the other way around, he has a responsibility now and maybe he doesn't want to give it up. awwh garcia finding a rough draft that reid would definitely keep in a notebook and not really ever forget about. AND NATHAN LEAVING AFTER TURNING 18 because yesss he'd be like he's never going to get better what's the poinntt and maybe that's at the back of reid's mind tooo because "Gideon said it was only a matter of time" BUT THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE. AND ALSO in the lyrics, I just sit around at night and avoid the day, If I do anything at all, it would be to get up, And avoid conversation and human contact and nooow like reid and nathan sitting alone together in reid's place, quiet, in the dark, alooone, not saying anything, just being therrre lol

This is how Nathan starts spending the night at Reid's apartment. THIS IS HOW NATHAN STARTS SPENDING THE NIGHT AT REID'S APARTMENT I MIGHT LOVE YOU YESS. and reid knowing every chance he has to stop it but he doesnn'tt AND LATER, SLEEPING WITH LIMBS INTERTWINING, WHERE IS THIS EPISOOODE. and the team teasing reid about some woman BUT LOOOL I DON'T THINK SO. a new disease came in the post for me today i love this soooong.

GUH. here's reid trying to help this kid get over his urges to kill someone but it just basically backfires because this might be even worse, FEMORAL ARTERIES, this is serious shit, and if he came home one day and nathan was there, but not really, lying, motionless, stark against the pool of his own--his own--fuck. COULD YOU IMAGINE auugh. AND THEN YOUR FIC HAPPENS, WHERE REID LETS NATHAN DO WHAT HE NEEDS TO, JUST. ohoho~.

this song for nathannn goood. the steady tempo just like wanting to kill the thoughts that are constantly in nathan's mind, always fucking there, and they get more and more intense, until he gets to see dr. reid, DR. REID, and then it all just sort of drops off. LIKE A VICIOUS CYCLE AND THIS SOOONG. omg, listening to it on repeat, idek where it ends, IT NEVER ENDS. /SOB that's better than any therapy he's ever had JUST SOMEONE UNDERSTANDING. that's it.

WITH YOUR FINGERS YOU CAN TOOOUUUCH MEE unf. i will never stop listening to this miiix. at worst, he is giving him ideas OMG the team taking on a case and the murders are like a series of cases he explained to nathan LIKE NATHAN COPIED THE CASES REID TOLD HIM ABOUT NGGGH giving him ideasss. and nathan getting excited dear god and reid wanting him to know what it's like to feel a heartbeat without wanting to destroy it THISSS. FUCKED UP INDEED. buy a ticket and get on the train THAT TOO. reid realizing he can't fix nathan and being unable to take the team's questioning and pitying looks and THEY GET ON A TRAIN, NATHAN AND REID GET ON A TRAIN, TO JUST GO, TO GET AWAY, BECAUSE NATHAN IS REID'S RESPONSIBILITY.

Date: 2011-03-30 05:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] crumpetdear.livejournal.com
THIS. IS. PERFECTION. these little therapy sessions with reid are killing me. AND AT THE END, But then he nods, and says, "I do. God, but I do." i cannot imagine how, idk, happy, or, or, at ease or something nathan felt after reid said that, how leveled out everything became because nathan's not alone in this, and even if reid says IT SHOULDN'T REALLY BE LIKE THIS, there's this moment, this mooomennt, where reid said, yeah, i know AND THE UNDERSTANDING THAT COMES WITH IT. the lyrics on this one are insane. jfc.

Thoughts manifest themselves in the background of other thoughts, grow from tiny seeds into tall trees in the blink of an eye and then it's too late. You can't uproot them. I LOOOVE THIS. idek. YOU CAN'T UPROOT THEM. lol IDK i just really like it. and if nathan's farther gone that he might expect, pleeaase don't go down that road again, reid will always be there, no matter how hard it gets, even if it goes too far, he'll be therrre. AND THE WAY REID'S UPSET AND URGENT, come ooon, nathan, DON'T DO IT. your writing does ridiculous things to me.

first off, this song. i've never heard of david thomas broughton and listening to this song is different, i guess, unique, and i actually really like it. his voice is just. i almost feel as though he's speaking a different language and it's just very flow-y lol TO THE FIC. listening to broughton's voice while imagining reid going on about being kidnapped and tortured, probably in a quick little voice, it's like this contrast of the peace from the beginning of the song with the situation that reid's explaining that gets nathan's heart racing and muscles twitching until the song bursts into this multitude of sounds and nathan can't take it anymore and needs to leave to (presumably lol) jerk off about something that's caused reid so much grief and then the repeat kicks in and the song starts out all quiet again and reid is facing the wall, unable to move and it's silent. THAT'S HOW MUCH I GOT FROM THAT LITTLE FIC LOLOL

that's one of the things i loved so much about nathan's episode, the fact that he left reid's card on the table, just, whatever his reasoning, he wanted reid there to see how quickly he was crumbling and to maybe help him and the way the therapists latch onto that, so truee, and just this song in general, nathan didn't ask to be like this, no one would, and he's just looking for help, looking for dr. reiddd

IT'S KINDA NICE COMING HOME TO A POTENTIAL PSYCHOPATH RIGHT RIGHT. thisss. baby nathan, so insecure, he can't possibly have someone like reid in his life for real, it's gotta end sometime, there's really no way he deserves someone like reeeid. and just always waiting for reid to actually kick him out, nooo, neverrr, reid wouldn't even think about it, rejecting the kid, there's no wayyy. fuck I JUST WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY lolol oh and nathan wearing reid's clothes? WEARING REID'S CLOTHES? I CAN'T EVEN.

reid waking up from nightmares and nathan being there, being stronger for once, and trying to comfort reid but he can't help the way he gets off on reid's ticking heartbeat, the fear in his eyes, so he kisses him and i wonder if it's difficult for nathan, wanting to be a comfort to reid, trying to make him feel safe but there's this thing inside him that won't let him completely do that because it's the cool sweat on reid's forehead, the way his breathing is all staccato, these things make him want when he should only be givinggg why is everything so angstyyy lol and reid giving in when nathan kisses him, even though he's knows it's not totally right, because he really is a fucked-up kid but what does that make reid?

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Date: 2011-04-11 04:47 pm (UTC)
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THIS IS SO PERFECT. Tbh I don't even watch the show, but the art is flawless and everything is beautiful and nothing hurts ♥____________♥ The layout of the page is just as flawless.

Date: 2011-04-12 01:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likecharity.livejournal.com
Aww, thank you so much!! :)

Date: 2011-04-14 02:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mafer-hp.livejournal.com
*o* grabbing it!

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Date: 2011-04-19 12:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ginny214.livejournal.com
Just had to add my kudos and thanks. Your taste in music is phenomenal, and your writing is impeccable. There is so much that can be done well with Nathan/Reid, and you've done so much right here. Plus, your playlist -- Bright Eyes, Yeasayer, Okkervil River, The Pixies, Imogen Heap, Broken Social Scene et al, Thom Yorke -- you've got a lot of my favorites here. Great choices and great execution all the way around. Thanks so much for sharing this. Make me inspired to try my own CM fanmix.

Date: 2011-04-20 11:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likecharity.livejournal.com
♥ Thank you so, so much. I'm really glad you like it and that it could inspire you!

Date: 2011-08-23 08:43 pm (UTC)
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Hi there! I sent you an invite to the comm [livejournal.com profile] yelchinfactory and I'd be touched if you considered joining!

Date: 2011-08-23 10:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likecharity.livejournal.com
Ooh, I would love to! Thank you. :)

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