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Dr. Reid's Lonely Hearts Club

Genre: smut, light fluff at the end Pairing: spencer x hotch x fem!BAU!reader word count: 6,650 cw: threesome, vaginal penetration, facefucking, light bondage, slight degradation, alcohol consumption A/N: this is just absolutely pure filth and I'm both sorry and not sorry. Happy Valentine's to all singles out there surviving on self insert smut fics! Summary: When everyone gets the evening off, only three people remain in the office, the lonely hearts come together to not feel so alone on the most romantic day of the year. Tag list: @ssamorganhotchner @hotchxreid @cassiemartzz @supercriminalbean @evee87

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Tap, tap, tap, tap.

“Jesus, Reid! Can you stop that?!” Emily yelled towards the young genius, and he ended up jumping in fear on his own chair. The poor guy was simply tapping his pen against the surface of the desk while he pondered over some details of the case they had just wrapped up. “Sorry.” Emily said again once he noticed both Morgan and Hotch coming out of their offices to oversee the ruckus on the bullpen “Sorry, Spencer, I’m just a little antsy, I have a date tonight and I’m really hoping I don’t need to cancel it. Sorry, everyone.” She said again looking apologetically at the rest of the coworkers.

“Alright, enough is enough.” Hotch mentioned from the handrail outside his door “It’s 5p.m., we’re clearly not getting a new case tonight, and any paperwork left can be finished tomorrow. Anyone with Valentine’s Day plans can go home. Have a lovely evening.” your boss waved his hand dismissingly, and you watched as almost every person bolted out of their seats and towards the elevator. You waved goodbye at your girlfriends shouting ‘bye!’ and ‘have a great night!’ with bright smiles on their way out.

Hotch went back into his office, and only Spencer and you remained by your desks, exchanging equally disappointed looks. “No plans?” you asked.

“Have I ever had plans?” Reid answered with a slightly embarrassed smile. You offered him one of your own and a nod in agreement before going back to the files on the wooden surface. You reached to grab a couple from Emily’s desk, if you were going to spend your night like that, might as well help your friends out; you would be able to check that favor in some other time. Spencer smiled at your actions and did the same with some of the files from JJ’s desk.

Aaron was shut inside his private workplace, devouring file after file of piled up work for what felt like two or three hours. With his eyes strained, he decided to take a walk to the kitchen and get some extra coffee to burn the midnight oil. When he stepped outside the door, however, he stopped right on his tracks. “What are you two doing?” he asked as he stared at Reid’s desk.

You had dragged your chair to be sitting on the other side of your friend’s table, the surface covered in different Chinese dishes still in their take-out containers, behind them a bottle of rum that was clearly drank from, and some Hershey’s kisses wrappers scattered around, you were laughing soundly together, talking about random Valentine’s Day experiences.

“Hey! Look who's finally out of the man cave!” you said with a smile, raising your hands in the air victoriously “We’re having ourselves a little Valentine’s Day dinner, courtesy of Dr. Reid’s Lonely Hearts Club, if you got a partner, you are not invited. Care to join us?” you added. Spencer was looking at him expectantly, and Hotch let out a defeated sigh before heading downstairs and pulling a chair to sit in front of the two of you. You handed him a container with a pair of chopsticks on top. “Pekin duck. I know you like it.” you mentioned.

“I don’t think the rum is a good idea.” he replied, grabbing the food from you.

“Come on, it’s after 8.” you complained.

“It is morally questionable, but since we’re off the clock we’re technically not breaking any rules. Not any that we can be reprimanded for, at least.” Reid added. “Plus, we got you scotch in case you didn’t want rum.” he continued, bending his body to pick up a bottle of acceptable whiskey from the floor.

“Relax, Hotch, no boss scolding, no dad speeches, just friends making each other company on the loneliest night for single people.” as you spoke, you were opening the bottle of his preferred liquor and pouring a glass, or rather a coffee mug, with a couple ice cubes. After having served a considerable amount, you handed him the mug and your hand squeezed his thigh in a friendly manner, however a little bit higher than you usually would. He scoffed at the comment and took a sip out of the container.

“How come you don’t have any plans tonight?” your boss asked.

“I usually spend Valentine’s Day with my mom, but I couldn’t get a ticket without making sure we would be in town.” Spencer said absentmindedly while he rummaged through his food. Both of you looked at him questioningly, and he responded with a confused stare.

Hotch gave up without even trying to explain that the question wasn’t, obviously, directed at him, instead his head turned towards you “and how come you don’t have plans tonight?” he asked once again.

“Nuh-uh” you answered with a sarcastic tone “If we’re drinking, I’m not answering anything unless we play a game.”

“A game? What, are we 15?” Hotch asked.

“I was thinking a little bit more like 20, you know, r-rated questions might be included” you answered.

“So, we’re not horny teenagers, we’re horny college kids.” your boss reiterated, and you nodded along “and you’re okay with this?” he turned to Spencer to double check.

“I never really got to play drinking games in college, so this should be interesting” his head wobbled excitedly.

“That’s because you were fourteen, Reid,” you joked, earning a chuckle from Hotch in the process “Okay fellas, since it’s Valentine’s let’s go with a spicy game, so we have ‘Never have I ever’, ‘Strip poker’, or ‘Truth or Dare’. Spencer, since it’s your first time, why don’t you choose first?”

Your partner fiddled with the chopsticks in his hands, lips pursed pretending to ever consider it “Strip poker.” he stated with an innocent and hopeful smile. You and Aaron broke into a surprised and nervous laugh, you exchanged looks for a second and decided that, well, even if stripping in your office wasn’t on your bucket-list, it would still make an interesting anecdote.

Big mistake. You forgot two very important facts: one, doctor Reid was banned from every casino in Las Vegas, and two, when men play this game with a woman involved, they tend to team up with a very clear purpose in mind. After just ten minutes of playing, your bra was on full display, blazer, blouse and shoes long gone, yet managing to keep your lower clothing intact. Hotch remained with his white button-up shirt and pants, and Reid only having lost as much as his sweater vest.

“Full house.” Aaron said as he opened his cards, clearly beating Reid’s straight. He turned to look at you, eyeing your last garment, but a pleading expression appeared on your face and caused him to chuckle. “Alright, I’m using my winning privileges to change the game. Let’s do Never Haver I ever.” you put your hands together thankfully, and Spencer huffed his cheeks in disappointment.

You took a moment to top everyone’s drink up, and after you had taken a sip, you began to talk “Never have I ever had a sexual fantasy with someone from the office.” you said and watched with amusement how both of your friends sipped at their drinks, regardless of you being the question host, you would be lying if you said you hadn’t, so you had to take a sip was well.

“Never have I ever gotten a lap dance.” was Spencer’s turn to speak, and both your boss and you had to drink. He appeared to be embarrassed at the fact of being the only one left out, and you chuckled at his cute expression.

“Never have I ever…” Hotch began “…had a threesome.” there was a bit of an awkward silence as you stared at each other intently, noticing how none of you would bring the mug to your lips.

“Never have I ever wanted a threesome.” you dared to ask during your turn, and in perfect unison the three of you downed a bit of your beverages. There was an exchange of looks afterwards, and your brains all seemed to be working in the same direction.

“Never have I ever felt sexual attraction for a person in this room.” Reid asked, and yet again the entire group drank up.

Hotch’s throat cleared up, and being the voice of reason, aware that you were still in an FBI building, he decided to take the questioning in another direction. “Never have I ever done a body shot.” he said.

“Taken off of me? Or me taking it from someone else’s body?” you asked trying to clarify the question “Actually, you know what? Doesn’t matter, just remembered I’ve done both.” you answered yourself nonchalantly and proceeded to take the corresponding liquid; to your surprise, however, you saw how both of your companions remained still. “Wait, for real?” you asked, taking turns to look at both of them.

Spencer simply shook his head, lips pursed, and Hotch shrugged it off “I wasn’t really a frat party guy.” the older man admitted.

“Come on. Unacceptable.” you stood up and grabbed the bottle of rum in your hands. You looked around, Spencer’s desk was a mess, so you decided to move over to Emily’s ‘she will understand’ you told yourself. The two men followed you with puzzled expressions. You laid down on top of your friend’s workspace, still shirtless, and pointed in the direction of your boss “Let’s go old school for you.” you said with a smirk as you bent the bottle over your stomach, letting some of the liquid fall and spill over your belly button.

Hotch cocked an eyebrow, but curiosity got the best of him. He unbuttoned the top part of his shirt, a clear attempt to not mess it up, and took a step closer. You could feel his lips land on your stomach, and the way his tongue dug in the concave area caused a slight moan to come out of your mouth, your hand lowering to land on the nape of his neck, keeping his head in place. After he was done sucking the liquid, he pressed a couple of open mouthed kisses higher up your stomach, and stopped himself right before your chest.

“I can see the appeal of that.” he muttered while wiping his mouth to get rid of some of the dripping liquor. He turned to look at Reid, who was watching the situation with a flustered face, and signaled for him to take his turn. Startled, the blond man hurried to your side, but before he let the fluid down your body, you darted up to be sitting instead.

“Hold on, I have something else in mind for the doctor.” you stopped him, a mischievous smile on your face. You fixed your position and tilted your head to expose the right side of your neck, your finger pointed at the base, indicating that he should put his mouth there. He complied to your instructions, positioning his head at the base with an open mouth, he proceeded to tilt the bottle letting the rum slide down the side of your neck directly into it. Once he had enough of the drink, he laid the bottle back onto the desk, his hands instinctively gripped the sides of your hips to keep you still as he licked the trail of wetness the alcohol had left on your neck; he mimicked Aaron’s actions and sneaked a couple of nibbles to the sides of your neck. In the heat of the moment, and with his blood rushing everywhere, he lifted his head and attempted to capture your lips in a kiss.

Your reflexes were fast, and before he could land them on you, your hand came in between. “Ah, ah!” you exclaimed with provocation in your voice “If you want to go there, then we’re going to have to change the game.” you pushed him slightly by his chest and he retracted his hands, stepping back with a slight hint of embarrassment in his face, at which Hotch smirked; he found fascinating how you had him on his toes since the very first moment. “That leaves us with Truth or Dare, doesn’t it?” you clarified “Since it’s my turn, I’ll go first. Say, Reid, Truth or dare?” you turned to face the slender figure in front of you.

“Truth.” he said convincedly, his hands undoing a couple of his buttons to allow for the cool air to enter.

“Out of every girl in the office, who would you like to fuck the most?” you batted your eyes at him, your legs swinging as they hung from the desk you were still sitting on.

He took a second and licked his lips before he answered, apparently unwavering “You.” he let out after some thought.

Next to you, you could hear Aaron scoff “Playboy.” he muttered “We know it’s JJ.” he added.

“A liar, just like any other man” you joked, but instead a frown formed on the doctor’s face.

“Alright, enough.” he fixed his eyes on yours “Truth or dare?” he asked.

“Dare” you said with a cocky smile.

“Take off those pants.” Spencer commanded. Hotch raised his eyebrows, intrigued by the proposal.

“You’ve been waiting for that since strip poker, haven’t you?” you snarked at him “Okay, pretty boy, but I get to help you strike one of your ‘never have I ever’ experiences.” Without further explanation, you hopped off the surface and took his hand to pull him along as you walked to your chairs. The second you were in front of them, you pushed him back until his legs hit the edge of the seat, forcing him to fall onto it. Before Spencer could understand what was happening, your back was already facing him, and your ass was grinding on his lap.

Hotch had taken his seat as well, legs spread open with his hand dangerously close to his own crotch, simply admiring the way you moved on top of the youngest. Your body rolled as you danced teasingly over Reid, your pants slowly coming further down until your ass was on full display, only covered by the panties you had chosen for that day. You turned yet again to lay your knees on each side of the seat, straddling his front, your eyes lustfully staring into his as your fingers worked to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt. “And to prove you I’m a good sport, I’m going to throw in something extra.” you smiled at him and shortly your lips were onto his, from the beginning, the kiss was sloppy and open-mouthed, your tongues tangling together as they moved hungrily.

His hands, out of habit, lifted to land on your ass, and you swatted at them with a disapproving sound. “I didn’t say you could touch.” he winced in protest at your words, and you knew he wouldn’t be able to keep them to himself. Instead, you reached out for the desk in which your belongings still laid and took a hold of the handcuffs you used to carry. You distracted him with your lips once again, having him focusing only on the kiss, he didn’t notice when your hands caressed down his arms to place them behind the chair, and it wasn’t until he heard the clicking of the cuffs that he broke away from it.

“What are you doing?” he asked with startled eyes.

“Making sure you behave.” you answered, your head tilting to have your mouth on the side of his neck instead, nibbling on a spot like he had done before on yours. His eyes fluttered closed, just allowing himself to enjoy the warm sensation of your tongue on his skin, your hips occasionally rolling on his crotch, which felt tighter by the second.

“Hey, Reid” the both of you were slightly startled by Hotch’s voice coming behind you, but you kept going into providing your friend some friction; Spencer on the other hand replied with a questioning hum “Truth or dare?” Aaron asked.

“D-Dare” he barely managed to stutter out. The second he got his answer, the boss stood up from his seat, his hands working on undoing the pieces of clothing that were holding his member captive. Once his underwear was moved aside, his cock slapped against his stomach, slightly pink from the way he was rubbing it over his pants during your little lap dance.

He walked in your direction and landed a hand on your ass gently, giving it a light squeeze to enjoy the sensation of your soft skin, then they travelled up to grab the hem of your panties, pulling them down to your thigh level. He gripped at your hips to draw them up, causing your ass to perk up and your clothed chest to be pressed further against Reid’s. His fingers curiously travelled in between your legs, and you could feel his thumb press flat against your slippery slick.

Your lips had moved back to Spencer’s, and a moan got caught up on your throat at Aaron’s touch. You broke the kiss to look back with surprise in your eyes. You watched him bring the fluid-covered thumb to his mouth and taste you with utter excitement.

“I dare you to watch me fuck her first.” he stated with his eyes completely fixed on yours as he finished removing the shirt that still covered his torso. You couldn’t really process what he had just said, and what was even more puzzling was, now that you had gotten a good look at his dick, how were you going to take all of him?

He didn’t give you much time to keep thinking before you could feel him entering you. His hand pumping the base of his own member until it was covered by your pussy, however, he allowed a couple of seconds for you to get used to his size. As you felt him slide into you, your hands traveled up to tangle on Spencer’s hair, clutching on it for dear life, your head laid on his shoulder and you let out a loud, high pitched moan, at the feeling of being full of your boss.

You could hear Spencer wiggle beneath you, trying to get rid of the cuffs that were holding him back. He exchanged a look with Hotch, an almost offended one, and the older man answered with pressing his index finger to his lips, indicating the younger to keep quiet “Watch and learn.” with those words, his hips began to move. He was slow and gentle at first, causing you to be panting against your friend’s neck softly, but not long after his pace began to pick up.

The entire office was quiet not being for the loud smacks of Aaron’s balls against your skin. His cock hitting your deepest sides over and over again. You held onto Reid for balance, your hands gripping tightly onto his shoulders to prop yourself up. You face was right in front of him, your mouth slightly parted open letting the noises flow, your forehead laid on top of his, and you stared into his eyes, showing you just how good your boss was fucking you.

You let out a cry after a particularly rough thrust that Hotch hit you with, and Spencer took the advantage to lean up and press his lips back onto yours, nibbling and twisting his tongue around like his life depended on it. He didn’t like feeling left out, so he was trying his best to shower every bit of the skin he had access to with sloppy and wet kisses.

Perhaps Hotch was going too hard on him, his dick still pounding against you at a steady pace, and having his subordinate confined to a chair, fucking the girl he clearly liked. With a rough tug, he ripped the safety pins of your bra open, and from the movement of having your hips repeatedly pummeled, they bounced off the garment on their own. You leaned forward so they would be dangling over Spencer’s face, the new angle not only allowing your dark-haired partner to access new angles, but also gave the doctor chance to catch one of your nipples into his mouth.

He was sloppy, but never carless, his tongue moved around your breast, hungrily, the noises of sucking and popping filling your ears along with Aaron’s growls that, you noticed, had began to be much deeper. A wave of confidence hit you at the desperation that you were making him feel, and with Spencer busy with your chest, you turned your head around, a smug, shitty smirk on your face. “Truth or dare, Aaron?” you asked.

“Dare.” he said without flinching, his eyes fixed on you, his hips keeping the steady, although slightly erratic pace.

“I dare you to make me cum before you do. Bet you can’t do it with how close you are.” your tone was not only daring, buck even mocking.

One thing about Aaron Hotchner, he liked abiding by the law, but he did not enjoy being told what to do, or being challenged in any way, it hurt his ego, and it brought out the worst in him. Without warning, he landed a loud smack on your ass, same one that caused a loud wince out of your mouth “Shit, Aaron!” you were about to turn around and complain at the surprising, yet not unwelcome, roughness, but the slight pain of your hair being pulled shut you up. He grabbed you by the head to pull you upwards and away from Reid’s lap; you stumbled a bit as you got back on your feet, and he made sure to wrap his arm around your waist to keep you from falling down, or his dick from slipping out. In a quick motion, you removed the bra that kept dangling from your arms and ended up kicking down the panties that had slipped down to your knees, leaving you bare naked in front of Spencer who was staring from his restricted seat. Aaron’s hand moved from your hair to your chin, turning your face in his direction to be able to attack your mouth with his, his tongue forced it’s way in and you almost choked at the lack of air. The hand around your waist kept you secured as he kept thrusting into you, your moans coming out from your throat directly into his mouth; said hand slipped further down, making its way in between your legs to have his index finger rub around your clit.

His hips snapped faster each time, but the circles drawn around your sensitive nub remained to a steady, slightly slow pace. Your knees began to give in, and he was holding you up by the mere use of his hand against your pussy. Spencer could only observe from a few steps away, how another man, your boss nonetheless, was causing you so much bliss. His dick began to twitch inside his pants, and his hips rolled trying to get friction, any source of friction, from them.

One of your hands clung from Aaron’s neck, while the other tried to keep balance by gripping onto the desk. You began to clench around Hotch, who was already struggling to keep his noises at bay, releasing them right into your mouth. “Aaron…” you moaned against his lips, letting him know that you were close. His finger quickened its pace on your clit, you began to clench repeatedly, and your stomach began to tighten, and just before you could feel the sweet release of your climax, Aaron Hotchner pulled out of you, his hand leaving your sensitive area, and his lips breaking away.

You yelled a curse in his direction, and he grabbed you by the wrist in response, his face visibly annoyed since, for the sake of his teasing, he had accidentally denied his own orgasm. He tugged on your hand before you could protest any longer and directed you to Reid, making a sign with his hand for you to kneel down, and you obeyed. Without much as a word, and Spencer dumbfoundedly looking down at you, he walked around the chair with the cuff keys that he took from the desk, kneeled, and freed Reid’s hands from their confinement; the youngster took a second to rub at his hands that had gone slightly numb and observed the actions of your boss. Hotch walked behind you and reached for your arms, pulling both behind your back, you also didn’t quite comprehend what was going on, but you were so focused on Spencer’s pretty face, his swollen lips from the kissing, and the uncomfortable shuffle he made to try and satisfy his need for attention down there that you didn’t care about whatever Aaron was doing to you.

“You created this little club to not spend Valentine’s alone, didn’t you, Reid?” he said in the blond man’s direction “And yet, you’re the only one unattended. That doesn’t seem fair, does it? She went around parading another man fucking her, with only a couple of kisses to keep you going.” he shook his head disapprovingly, his hand then moved to the back of your head, and gently pushed it forward, allowing your cheek to rest on Spencer’s bulge. “He even paid for the food, time to pay him back, treat him nicely.” he commanded.

Your eyes had locked with Reid’s the entire time. You were more than pleased to be of service to him, he deserved to be praised, and treated, like nothing but a king, and you intended to do so. You wiggled your body to be further in between his legs and tilted your head up, staring at him as you opened your mouth, showing him that you were ready to take him in. His heart felt like jumping off his chest, and he used his newly-freed hands to cup your face, bend down, and land a passionate kiss on your lips. He was softer compared to Hotch, tender even, as he had been waiting his entire life to do that, even if he had done it minutes before.

After he was satisfied, he pulled back to fiddle with his pants. Once he moved his boxers aside, his member darted out, accidentally landing right across your face. You heard him mutter a quiet ‘sorry’ and you could see the red tint adorning his face again. You giggled to yourself and tilted your head to finally have his tip inside your mouth. You took a tentative, gentle suck at it, and the high pitched moan that he let out was all the encouragement you needed to keep going. You began to bob up and down, making sure to take more of him each time. His own head was thrown back, eyes closed as he let himself be pleasured.

In the meantime, Aaron kneeled right behind you. He double checked that the cuffs weren’t too tight, the intention was never to hurt you, and once he got confirmation, he positioned his still hard dick at the height of your hands still forced together. His fingers guided yours gently to wrap around his shaft, and he began to thrust slowly into it. You could feel his tip hit your back time and again as he fucked your tied-up hands slow enough to keep his erection, but not so fast to make himself come.

Spencer’s moans were a higher pitch and came out more repeatedly. His hands had moved your hair and he was helping you move your head back and forth. The excitement kept running through your veins, you could barely move, your knees hurting a little bit from being on the floor, but there was nothing you could do about it, and the mere feeling of being bound to provide these men with pleasure was keeping you on the edge, still unable to release.

Reid’s grip tightened around your hair, and you could feel how he kept you still. You braced yourself for the thrusts that were about to come, and they did not disappoint. With every jump of his hip, you could feel him hit the backside of your mouth, dangerously close to going into your throat. “You’re taking me so well, so fucking good.” the blond man praised, and your eyes traveled up in attempt to see him, his own met your sight, and he took a second to push a strand of hair behind your ear. His hips buckled up a couple more times, with your lips tightening around him. You wanted to taste him, you were eager to do so, but alas these men had entirely different plans for you.

As he felt his stomach cramping in pleasure, Spencer decided to remove himself from your mouth, to which you yet again complained. He signaled Hotch to get up, and he gently helped you stand by grabbing you around the shoulders. “I wanted to taste you!” you cried out with a huff of your cheeks, turning your head to look at Reid.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you will get the chance, I’m nowhere near done.” he directed you to Emily’s desk once again, poor girl will have to throw away the whole thing by the time the night ends, and he guided you as if he was transporting an unsub to a holding cell, Hotch following behind. His hand landed on your head and he forced it forward to have you bent over the wooden surface, your ass out in his direction. He positioned himself at your entrance and easily began to push in. You let out a moan of pure bliss at the sensation of being filled again, this time around with Spencer’s pinkish cock.

His thrusts were gentle compared to Aaron’s, but the pace was rather quicker and deep, he was desperate to feel you. One of his hands landed on the mark that his boss had previously left on you, squeezing it with what seemed almost like rage. The other hand tangled itself on the chain of the cuffs, using it as support to continue pulling your body against his hips. You began to whimper once again, almost like cries, from feeling so close, so fast, more intense than before.

“If you don’t mind…” Hotch’s voice snapped you out of your own mind “…I’ll be using this side” your body was positioned close to the edge, your cheek laying on the surface facing the hall; Hotch stood in front of your mouth, guiding the tip to your lips, not quite pushing in yet. The opening of your mouth was the approval he needed to finally slide his length in the slippery hole. Unlike Spencer, he wasn’t paying particular attention to how deep he went, his hips continuing to push trying to find the pleasure he had taken from himself moments before.

Down south, Spencer’s eyes were focused on your ass, it looked so magnificent, swallowing him in without protesting. He could feel you twitching, you felt heavenly to him, never did he imagine he would actually have the chance to fuck you, let alone have you whimper because of him, so desperately. He wanted to make you cum, to have you trembling in a way Hotch couldn’t do it. His fingers slid in between your thighs in a similar fashion, and his index yet again began paying attention to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You were going on overdrive, your bottom half was getting attention everywhere, and your top could barely hold any air from the thick member using your mouth as his personal flesh light. “I’ve seen every landscape in this country,” Hotch began to say, his eyes staring tenderly down at you “and there’s no prettier sight than you like this, taking me all in.” the praise sent shockwaves all over your body, and your walls began to clench around Spencer.

He was trying to keep himself sane, not wanting to come just yet, he wanted to give you more pleasure, to have you wobbling even more. “Hey, truth or dare?” he asked in between grunts as he tapped on your back, letting you know the question was for you “If I remember correctly, it’s my turn.” he clarified. Aaron’s cock, however, was not giving you much of an opportunity to answer. You made random sounds around his length, and the vibrations gave him an extra wave of pleasure.

“She said ‘Truth’” your boss translated for him, a prideful smirk plastered all over his face, pleased with the fact that he was barely letting you speak.

“Whose dick tastes best?” Spencer shot Hotch a smug look and he replied with a shake of his head.

You pulled back, letting go of Aaron’s cock in attempt to answer the question “Yo-“ before you could even began the sentence, your boss’s hands guided your head into its previous position and thrusted his shaft back inside your mouth; you complied and continued swallowing your cheeks around it. It was Hotch’s turn to look smug, and Spencer chuckled at his actions.

The situation was becoming almost unbearable, you needed to come, you were so close, and here they were playing ‘who wore it best?’ with your mouth for a gown. Spencer seemed to notice your desperation when your eyes began to tear up. His hips changed positions, and it hit a spot so sweet you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your walls clenched around him, your mouth let go of Aaron’s dick to allow your voice to come through “Fuck, Spencer! Inside, come inside!” you begged as your release began to drip down your thigh.

Your partner obeyed your commands, and he pulled roughly on the cuffs to have his member all the way inside of you as he spilled his seed. You shut your eyes and smiled to yourself, it felt so good to be filled up, specially by someone you had wanted to fuck for so long. Light curses and a mention of your name left his lips, he gave a couple more thrusts trying to ride down his high, and finally pulled out of you.

Hotch had taken the lead on himself to let you enjoy your orgasm; he continued to jerk off at a fast pace in front of you, his tip basically rubbing the side of your face. You were about to take him back in when he moved, and you noticed he was walking towards your rear. Panic drew in your eyes, and you cried out beggingly “Aaron, please don’t, I can’t take anymore.” you whispered in his direction.

“It’ll be one second.” he said, and you braced yourself for yet another round of overstimulation. Instead, you felt how his tip slid in an out a couple of times, and he walked back to have his hips at the same level as your face. You watched in awe how his member was coated in what seemed like cum, and you looked up with surprise “If I remember correctly, you wanted to taste him” if your brain hadn’t been just freshly fucked, you would have given than man round three right there. You opened your mouth widely, and he pressed his shaft once again. He held you still by the head as he continued to thrust, considerably faster this time, and moments after he pushed deeply in, allowing his release to spill inside your mouth. He must have been pent up, because it became a little hard to hold all of it in. Your tongue rolled around, taking a second to taste both loads along with some of your own fluids.

He pulled back after he made sure everything was released, but his hand tugged at your chin to force it up and closed, not permitting that anything were to spill. “Truth or dare.” he asked as the final question of the game.

“Dare” you barely mumbled.

“Swallow.” was his last command, and you more than happily obliged.

Spencer stood in shock watching the scene, like whatever had taken over him had finally left his body. Hotch seemed to be the same, his stern glare softening once again to the relaxed one he had outside of work. Reid hurried to get the key and undid the bind on your hands, Hotch grabbed your shoulders and helped you straighten back up so you could be standing once again. “You okay?” he asked, tilting his head to get a better look at your face.

“I don’t think my throat is in the right place because of you, and you ask if I’m okay?” you snarked playfully. The three of you shared a laugh, and Hotch offered a sincere apology, which you shrugged off since it was not big deal, not like you didn’t enjoy it anyways. Spencer walked back to his desk to slide into his pants, suddenly self-conscious about his body being exposed, and threw his shirt loosely over his shoulders before starting to gather your clothes together.

Your boss reached for his jacket and laid it over your shoulders before he started to get dressed as well “Reid.” he said in a commanding voice, back to the boss demeanor he usually had “Help her get cleaned up and then take her home.” he turned at you instead “I don’t want you driving after that, got it?” his words made you blush slightly, he seemed like a completely different person, but you nodded in response.

“You’re not going out with us?” Spencer asked curiously.

“I need to oversee that the floor gets cleaned and Emiliy’s desk gets…” he made a pause, looking at the surface covered in sweat and other fluids “…burned down, hopefully” he joked. Both of you agreed with the statement, but before Reid could direct you to the office's bathroom, Hotch took a step forward in between the two of you “Hey,” he spoke up to get your attention, his hands laid gently on your face once it turned to him and he leaned in to place a gentle, but deep, kiss to your lips “thank you for tonight, I had a lovely evening.” he smiled as he spoke.

You tried your best to suppress a wide smile “Well,” you started “I would say ‘anytime’, but this club kind of only gets together once a year.” you joked.

“Can’t wait until next year, then.” he answered without even looking up as he revised the countless messages that he got while he was occupied. He patted Reid on the shoulder as a goodbye and headed back to his office.

After everything was clean on your body, and you didn’t look like you had just been attacked by hyenas, Spencer walked you out of the FBI building. The trip down the elevator being slightly too quiet for someone who had just moved your liver to a completely different position. Your legs began to wobble again, feeling like they were going to give in, and Spencer stepped closer to offer his body for support. “You can lean on me.” he said with a gentle smile, and you took his word “By the way, you still owe me one answer that, if I remember correctly, was cruelly taken from me.” he said as he chuckled recalling the scene.

You laughed along “Alright, rules are rules, do you want to ask the same question, or would you like to change it?”

“Actually, I think I’ll change it.” his arm darted out to surround your shoulders with it, making the position more stable for you “Would you like to do this again sometime? Minus Hotch, of course.” he diverted his gaze as he asked.

You tilted your head with surprise, yet another blush creeping at your face. “You mean, like, next Valentine’s?” you asked with genuine surprise.

“Well, that, or,” he chuckled to himself, finally daring to look back at you “next Friday? Preferably after dinner.”

There was no holding back the bright smile that appeared on your face, or the flutter in your stomach. Your head leaned on his shoulder, and you could feel his land on top of yours in a loving embrace.

“Deal.”

#criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfction #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reif fanfic #spencer x you #spencer reid x you #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #i didnt proof read so im vry sorry ill edit later!!#happy valentines lonely people #fan fic: spencer #fanfic: spencer #fanfic: hotchner #fanfic: criminal minds

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Hello! Can I request some valentines headcanons for the idv hunters? Thanks! (Nw, wu Chang, Joseph and nightmare please!)

I dont really do well with headcanons guys.

One: Night Watch prob has no idea what Valentine's day and if you give him a gift, he prob think there something you want in return for this or some mating ritual (i mean he is not wrong cough)

Two: Wu Chang is Chinese and won't celebrate it. However, he will celebrate Qiqiao Festival/Qixi Festival so you can look forward to that! Plus, you are celebrating the Lunar New Year with him <3 (i dont see him as valentine's day guy. the story prob isnt as warm warming to him as the The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl)

Please note I googled this stuff and im solely making guess

Nightmare though would be the type to celebrate for you, just you. He will not be part of the manor's Valentine's day event. This is a private thing for lovers. Would be more of flowers guy then a chocolate guy, he like the language of flowers and giving you hidden messages in them. Def would do the private dinner and night of passion (prepare to not use your legs for a bit he has a lot of body worshipping to do uwu)

Joseph the type be on the clock with his gift on this day. Not because he is a romantic, he can be romantic when the mood or day calls for it but don't expect to showered in room of flowers at 6am in the morning. He and Nightmare are the same in be private about this. He does the jewelry gifts, things you can wear that will remind you of him and plus he likes seeing something on you that he gifted you. Chocolates, classic. A few flowers, and dinner for the evening. Sex after is not a must but he is open to it. He will 100% taking pictures of you during this

#idv #anon ask #reader insert #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v #identity v x you #idv x you

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Be My Valentine?

Pairing: Bernard x Nicole Blake

A/N: It’s still technically Valentine’s Day! So have a short fic of Bernard asking me on our first date! And Happy Valentine’s Day!

Nic poked her head into the kitchen, brown hair frazzled despite its small ponytail. She blew a strand of hair from in front of her face. “We have a quarter of a tray of brownies left! We’re going to need more brownies in the next ten minutes!”

“I got you, Nic!” Jade shouted, pulling a tray of brownies from the rack. They were carried to the front where they replaced the nearly empty tray of brownies, the old being stacked on top of the new. As Jade disappeared back into the kitchen, one of the bakery’s employees, Brad, entered from outside the front.

“Van’s full and ready for the deliveries,” he told Nic, handing her the keys.

She hated driving and making deliveries, but the only other people allowed to drive the company van and make deliveries were either in the kitchen finishing the Valentine’s orders that were expected to be picked up, or on vacation. So she was stuck with the responsibility.

Nic sighed heavily as she clutched the keys. She started to untie her apron. “Think you can handle the front without me?” She asked both him and Bernard, who was scooping chocolate chip cookies into a bag. They both nodded, but Bernard was the one who replied.

“Absolutely. We’ve got this,” he told her.

Nic smiled and reached over to pat him on the arm.

Bernard felt all of the air leave his lungs in the moment her hand connected with him. His face suddenly felt hot and his hands froze in his movement. Nic didn’t even notice his lack of response as she tugged on her jacket and headed for the door.

“Don’t get into too much trouble without me!” Nic jokingly told them as she stepped out of the front door. It shut behind her, the bell ringing as it did.

Even once she was out of sight, his brain wasn’t working. All he could think about was that she touched him. Her hand was on his arm.

An elbow to his ribs pulled him from his train of thought, but his heart continued to flutter. He looked over at Brad who smirked at him as he rang up a customer. It was an open secret in the bakery that Bernard had a crush on Nic. Everyone knew, even the owner. Well, everyone except for Nic. She was somehow oblivious to his feelings, despite the longing gazes he gave whenever she left the room.

“Shut up,” Bernard mumbled, moving to fill the order in the hope it would keep the blush from growing further on his face.

Noon came and Nic had come back from making the deliveries. She rejoined Bernard and Brad in the front, helping them with customers and filing orders. During a lull in service they leaned against the counters and chatted. Brad told them about his plans to propose to his girlfriend during their Valentine’s dinner.

“Do you have any plans for Valentine’s Day?” Bernard asked Nic as she took a big gulp from her water bottle.

She shook her head. “I’m just going to go home and order some Chinese and watch Star Wars. I never have Valentine’s plans.”

“Oh. Never?” He inquired, and Brad hid his smirk behind a bagel. “I just thought, maybe you’d have plans.”

“No, I’m kind of married to work right now. I’m first to come in and last to leave. Same with today, actually.” She pointed to both men. “You two are clocking at four-thirty like everyone else. No buts.”

“And you do this every year?” Bernard asked.

“The last four that I’ve worked here,” she said, stepping up to the cash register as a family came into the bakery. “Now look alive, gentlemen. We have some cookies to sell.”

Nic had just finished sweeping when she heard the door to the bakery open. It was five minutes until normal closing time so she assumed it was a regular customer unaware they closed early. Wiping her hands on her pants, she walked into the front of the bakery.

“Sorry, we’re closed. Come back in the morning–” Nic paused when she looked up and saw Bernard standing in the middle of the bakery.

His hair was combed neatly and he was dressed in a button up shirt. In his hands was a bouquet of red roses. He had an anxious expression as he shifted on his feet. His face shifted to bright red as he looked at her.

“Happy Valentine’s Day?” He greeted.

Nic walked from behind the counter, mouth agape as she stared at him. Bernard held the bouquet out to her. She took it from him gently. “Thank you.” She gave him a shy smile. “What’s this about?”

“Do you want to go to dinner? Together?” He asked her hesitantly.

It took a moment before she could respond, not expecting the words that came from him. She nodded before she could speak. “I’d like that. Um, let me lock up.” She rushed behind the counter to grab her jacket and the copy of the keys to the bakery. “Do you have any ideas of where we’re going to dinner?”

Bernard shook his head, stepping over to help her put her jacket on. “I thought I’d let you pick.”

She smiled at him. “I know a place.” Nic leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Bernard.”

#reblogs are appreciated and encouraged #mywriting #otp: frosted cookies #grumpy elf 🎄

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media roundup jan 2024

hey whats up!!! its me again!!! happy valentines day :3 finally caught up to patch. and by patch i mean "talking about things that i remember reading." finally got around to reading/playing a bunch of things that were really hyped up!! that ive been really looking forward to :3 yippee also, one of my new years resolutions was to play all of umineko? which according to most people ive seen, does in fact take An Entire Year due to being 1. fully voice acted 2. a little over 1 million words. so uh, please look forward to that.

books:

camp damascus by chuck tingle: horror ya. a girl on the cusp of adulthood belongs to a strict and isolated christian sect, living in the town with the us' most famous conversion camp. things get weird quickly.um ok i was really hyped about this! its the first chuck tingle thing that ive actually read (lol) but ive been following his stuff for a while. its an interesting look into what its like to be uh, really christian and also (SPOILERS) gay, but the whole time i was like man i wish i was playing [we know the devil]. which is a really good game please play wktd :3 there were some really cool and chilling body horror parts!! which i liked a lot!! but overall it was more inspiring (?) than scary, which wasnt really what i was looking for personally

the way spring arrives and other stories: translated chinese scifi/fantasy anthology, written and translated by a team of women + nb writers. really solid!!! took me a while to get through, but theres such a wonderful variety of stories here--some are creepy, some are heartwarming, some are silly, some are elegant. i particularly enjoyed some of the essays about translation itself, as well as the titular stories and A Brief History of Beinakan Disasters as Told in a Sinitic Language. definitely check it out!!

spark joy by marie kondo: an appendix of sorts to marie kondos super big book the life changing magic of tidying up, with a couple more practical tips and some anecdotes. ok to get kinda personal, konmari stuff appeals to me bc i grew up surrounded by detritus. from where i sit in my childhood bedroom, i can see a stack of floppy disks, old checkbooks, and a copy of The Lost Treasures of Infocom--a game from 1991. almost none of it is ever touched. so the idea of having a space full of only joyful things is really appealing.. honestly i think the best bit of advice from the book was that if you have things that are necessary but dont necessarily elicit joy (eg screwdrivers, coffee makers, whatever) that you try and take a bit to appreciate/praise those items and what they do for you? and they may become more beloved :3 anyways probably not worth reading unless youre already into the whole konmari thing

ninefox gambit by yoon ha lee: space opera. kel cheris, a freshly promoted general, has been sent to suppress a rebellion lodged in a fortress. but her greatest enemy is also her greatest asset: the implanted consciousness of the prodigy traitor-general, shuos jedao. famous for winning impossible battles--and infamous for killing his entire fleet. its kind of in a trio of "lesbian sff about empires and stuff" with machineries of empire and traitor baru cormorant. well for one i really liked it. i do have a lot of hours in um games like civ 5 and starcraft but i usually dont like Reading books about military stuff. this is obstacle number 1. obstacle number 2 is that ninefox gambit has some really intricate worldbuilding, and unlike some other lesbian bodysharing scifi novels out there, our protagonist is not a newcomer. you dont get the assist of getting to learn about the world as the same time as her. but the thing is that ninefox gambit makes you Want to pick apart everything thats going on and get into it, and once you have a good idea of all the factions and stereotypes and tensions, etc it feels really rewarding :3 and the world is grounded in how you get to see what feels like every single level of this one infiltration/siege, from the general at the top to the infantry at the bottom even to the servant robots who clean! yay robots :3 when youre jumping to someone completely different, doing something totally unrelated, its pretty easy for that to be… super jarring? (hi sanderson) but it was not that <3 although it took a bit for me to get it, i also liked the intermittent correspondence that we get to see from the enemy side as well. how humanizing! it also balances a large cast of characters very well. characters with bit parts still feel memorable to the extent they need to be? idk how to say that correctly. obviously between cheris and jedao, jedao has the upper hand conversationally pretty much always but they have a good dynamic and its cool to see her strengths come through in other ways i think one of its strengths/weaknesses is that its very focused on this One siege in One point in time. i would love to hear about the anden in the sequels for example. also like does everyone have to be in a section or are there real (non conquered) civilians. how do yall grow food. also yeah sorry democracy beign the ultimate heresy made me laugh ninefox gambit is kind of a tricky read; its probably not a good idea to try reading without a stretch of uninterrupted time + brain energy but i liked it 👍 i thought it was good 👍

raven strategem by yoon ha lee: sequel to ninefox gambit! yoon ha lees ability to balance lots of different povs works really well for this book :3 it really ratchets up the tension! i also really liked seeing all of the exotics lol (magic wepaons that do crazy stuff). unfortunately the tension didnt pay off in a way that was really satisfying to me personally, however.. it didnt really help that i didnt like one of the main pov characters (brezan.) the first book is still worth reading though as a standalone!

comics/manga:

mitsuya sensei no keikakuteiki na edzuke: m/m series about a cooking writer (older man) and his editor. ok i talked about this last time but im a big fan of romance with older people in it. the baggage comes preattached!! also the protag in this kinda looks really similar to shinji from kamen rider ryuki?? has some Extremely Delicious looking food art, as well as some really nice like. food + desire + eroticism type thing going on. (i started reading it bc tumblr user stella obstinaterixatrix was talking about it as an example of non explicit eroticism!) yay i love food manga :]

sonna me de mitekure: aka look at me with those eyes. m/m romcom that parodies a lot of common BL tropes (overbearing prince of the school falls in love with some rando!) but also has a lot of heart :3 definitely only worth reading if youre like. already sort of in the soup of romance manga though lol

ouji-chan no sukina hito: suuuper cute f/f oneshot about baby prince idolization

catch you catch me: another cute f/f oneshot :3

botticelli drawings exhibit: ok i just thought this was neat. it was an exhibit about some of the preliminary sketches that were made for some of botticellis famous pieces (he was a famous painter during the florentine renaissance in italy) i like how you got to learn more about how the Workshop Style worked like how a lot of paintings were actually made by lots and lots of apprentices.. also how botticelli apparently got really into this one super duper intense monk type guy and started making some kinda weird shit

movies/tv shows:

pokemon concierge: lighthearted family show about a stressed office lady who quits her job to work at a pokemon hotel. super cute!! very short!! you can watch it with your parents or kids or whatever its really not that deep but the stop motion was just soooo cute. slightly concerning in like idk the level of 'escapism from office culture' but you know how it is

dear ex: slice of life/drama? taiwanese movie. after his father's sudden death, song chengxi and his mother meet his fathers hidden male lover. dudee this movie is so fucking pretty and so sad. i almost cried and blew up and died. all 3 main parts of the cast are such good actors and the way it does grief and like the seamless sliding between memory and the present AUGH. so good

sousou no frieren anime: also known as frieren of the funerals! a slice of life/fantasy anime about what happens after you save the world. frieren is a long-lived elf who saved the world with her companions--but many decades afterwards, she still wanders the world the same as ever. bro this show is so freaking gorgeous and well made. it really makes me wish going outside was real. has a really nice sense of melancholy too.. its just a really solid adaptation :3

dungeon meshi/delicious in dungeon anime: cooking/slice of life/adventure anime set in a dnd-like setting that digs into a lot of fantasy worldbuilding. mainly about: can you eat the monsters!!!! i finished the manga a couple months ago so i was really hyped (and a little bit nervous) about this anime but studio trigger is doing a really good job!! its just a really good show ok please watch it

marry my dead body: straight police guy gets ghost-married to a dead man, and then is tasked with solving his murder. um ok so i watched this bc i misread neils text and thought it was by the same director as dear ex. spoilers this is very much not true lmfao its more lighthearted with a side of feelings about death and stuff. very silly! i think the gulf of expectation was so wide that i couldnt enjoy it that much.. also cops. why. some of the jokes didnt really hit for me esp the whole like ahhhh slag straight guy doesnt understand anything type thing? but its like not a bad light movie

percy jackson and the olympians: remake of the first percy jackson book. yeah this was fine i watched it with my mom while playing solitaire the whole time. the actors are very charming and the show is solid, but i think it really deserved to be like. a 20-episode series with 20 minute episodes, or something like that. like its oestensibly for kids but its Really trying to make that nostalgia cash grab so it exists in a slightly uncomfortable middle (writing is very basic and friendship-y which isnt necessarily bad but its not like That Deep, but also who is making a kids show 40 MINUTES LONG). anyways i think a longer pacing like that would have given more time for filler and replicating the road-trippy vibe that the original books had. its still solid though!

games:

umineko episode 1: its the classic murder mystery setup: a wealthy man on his deathbed still hasnt resolved the issue of his inheritance. he, his hateful children, and their own children are cut off from the world on a remote island. but the man still has unsettled debts….and something is deeply wrong on the island of rokkenjima 🤯ok umineko is infamous for 1. having fans who wont shut up about it 2. something something metatextual? 3. a very high bar for entry, featuring near-required modding, several hours of expository setup, and the fact that. well. its a visual novel. that aside, i enjoyed the first episode way more than i thought i would :3 the uroshimiya family is so rich and alive and shitty it felt like i was watching succession again lmfao. battler is a very endearing (if slightly stupid) main character, and there are some really strong characters laid down that make you excited to get into All That in the future. plus, once i got to the murder part it was genuinely so hair-raising? theres some phenomenal voice acting.. the scene with maria was so memorable i thought i was going to dream about it. also i loooove beatrice <3 anyways i would recommend but its not for the faint of heart. 99% of umineko-ers stop reading right before the love lets them see it, and so on.

off game: wow im so happy to have finally beat off. i mean. hey whats up. off is a weird, abstract game about a 4th-wall breaking "Batter" whos self proclaimed goal is to purify the world. its often viewed as a spiritual predecessor to games like undertale :3 …actually, i played off a long time ago and then got stuck/intimidated by the very last set of puzzles so i Just Now gave up on actually finishing and just watched a letsplay lol. honestly one thing that ive figured out over time is that actually?? im really not that much of a fan of pokemon-style rpgs like this 0_0 i mean, the gameplay is just. not that fun? and the typical random encounter type thing is just not that nice. i think this is something that a lot of jrpgs/rpgs have figured out recently, but off is an older game without those QOL improvements lol. (also random encounter is easier to code probably) anyways!! the writing in off is so compelling…its so weird in a way that invites you to pick apart that weirdness, but also makes you feel like some mysteries might remain unresolved forever. its a video game that actually Has Writing In It. its one of those (free!) indie classics thats definitely worth checking out. also i love drawing the judge and valerie. weird cats for the win ok now im just going to talk about my theories about the game. so we know that the only real humans in the world are sugar, zacharie and the baby. however, the queen and the batter are parental figures for the baby. the wardens of each of the levels were created for the baby as it (in the absence of its parents?) longed for companionship, but they warped over time. whats healthy becomes sick and whats sickening becomes necessary etc. possibly mimicking how the baby, sick and alone in the hospital, also warped over time? becoming warped caricaturizes the babys creations and makes them cruel and so the batter becomes the ultimate heroic figure, who purges whats evil and rotten. but if it lives where i live then i guess the whole world has to go?? well idk

music:

take my hand by zerobaseone: ok whenever i listen to this imlike this is one of gods perfect songs. the production is like chefs kiss and theres just some really beautiful sounds in here? its so warmly dreamy and delicate feeling.. just like first loves… or whatever lmfao the fluttering hook-y thing at the beginning is just too good i ended up looking up a bunch of the producers. also big pop is nice bc you can tell they mixed it so it sounds good in a car OR in headphones lmfao

1,000,000 by nine inch nails: i forgot what genre nin is supposed to be ok this song came up when i was playing hifi rush (rhythm based action game!! so cool so stylish) and me and neil were like NINE INCH NAILS?! it was like that one comic you know. anyways i like this song its very adrenaline feeling. i looked up the real lyrics recently but to ME its about trying to escape emptiness thru adrenaline and danger and sex and stuff :P not that i do that but its still a fun song!! yippee

dark red by steve lacy: ok i found this song bc of a tumblr post i did not know he was the "i wish i knew" guy lmfao. honestly if people only knew like a 5 second songbite from my works id be so mad. but anyways its progressive rnb apparently? i just like this song :3 when you are kind of pathetic but basically chill with it but what if.

anyways if youre reading this: hi!!! ive been spending a lot of time recently doing the hard fisher quests in final fantasy 14. guys never do beast of brewers beacon ok the school year is just starting up but having to wake up early is kind of doing a number on me…… other than that i actually totally have my shit together! yay :3 if you read to the end (or even skimmed) thanks <3

#txt #yippee!

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My media this week (11-17 Feb 2024)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😠 A Damsel in Distress (PG Wodehouse) - via Serial Reader app; hadn't read before. mostly a pretty standard PGW but the final chapter was off the charts fatphobic even for PGW ☹️

😍 Dishonor on Your Cow (mandarou) - reread, forever fave. shrunkyclunks canon-adjacent AU

🥰 "Pistol Grip" (Vina Jie-Min Prasad) - described in tumblr post as "m/m pwp super soldier gunfucking" and they are telling no lies. This was fantastic.

😊 Howitzer (spacebuck) - 111K, stucky, college hockey AU - got some OMGCP inspo for the set up but very much its own tale; very enjoyable.

💖💖 +99K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Duende (astolat) - Master & Commander: Aubrey/Maturin, 14K -a truly impressive amount of worldbuilding in so few words

The One Where They Adopt a Selkie (mikkimouse) - Teen Wolf: Sterek, 7K - a fun accidental (supernatural) baby acquisition fic

perne in a gyre (enemyofrome) - Punic Wars RPF, Ancient History RPF: Scipio Africanus/Hannibal Barca, 7K - brilliant & hilarious modern AU for fucking PUNIC WARS RPF! hannibal's taking a gap year/getting away from being the rich kid & ends up staying at Scipio's family AirBnB. and there's only one bed. Fave quotes: 'He was sharing a room with some kind of glittery Italian twink, and there was a grumpy eagle glowering at him from the headboard as if he’d offended it in a past life, but at least he couldn’t see the wolf piercings anymore, so it was fine. It was all just fine.' and 'Then Mago came back. “Soggy twink at the door for you.” “Didn't order one,” said Hannibal. Then the word twink sank in, and he looked up. “Is he glittery?” “Like a unicorn.” “Mierda,” said Hannibal. “That’s my twink.”'

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

The Graham Norton Show - s31, e14 (Andrew Scott, Paul Mescal, Da'Vine Joy Randolph, Kingsley Ben-Adir)

The Repair Shop - s1, e1

QI - series S, ep 6

Ghosts (US) - s2, e8-15

Game Changer - s6, e1

Dirty Laundry - s3, e12

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Party Politics" (s21, e6)

D20: Adventuring Party - "You Are The Chosen None" (s16, e6)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

⭐ Up First - The Sunday Story: More Than Friends

What Next: TBD - Breaking Up with Dating Apps

The Allusionist - 189. Mouthful of Fortune

⭐ Hit Parade - Hello, Gorgeous Edition

Vibe Check - UsherBowl…and Beyoncé?!

Pop Culture Happy Hour - 2024 Super Bowl, Plus Beyoncé's New Singles

Throughline - The Hindu Text That Continues to Influence Indian Politics

Short Wave - The Shared History Of The Chinese And Gregorian Calendars

The Sporkful - Can A Stanley Drinking Cup Really Withstand A Car Fire?

⭐ The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Robert Is Here

I Said No Gifts! - Joel Kim Booster Disobeys Bridger

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Toy Story

NPR's Book of the Day - 'Toxic' looks back on Janet Jackson, Britney Spears and tabloid culture in the 2000s

All Songs Considered - Mix messages: Listeners share the songs that say 'I've got a crush on you'

Switched on Pop - The Star Spangled Banger!

I Said No Gifts! - Emma Thompson Disobeys Bridger

Vibe Check - Rollercoaster of Love (and Hate)

Short Wave - Celebrate Valentine's Day With These Queer Animals

Outward - The Inherent Queerness of Poetry

⭐ Code Switch - Before the apps, people used newspapers to find love

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Platonic Love In Pop Culture

Culture Gabfest - We’re Saving Our Own Lives

⭐ The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Owamni

Decoder Ring - Why Do So Many Coffee Shops Look the Same?

The Weirdest Thing I Learned This Week - Government Cheese, Mitochondria NOT Powerhousing, Dawn of the Cockroach

Ologies with Alie Ward - Hydrochoerology (CAPYBARAS) with Elizabeth Congdon

Throughline - Love, Throughline

The Assignment with Audie Cornish - Gen Z In the Workplace: Rethinking Business Etiquette

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Damanhur

Up First - KC Parade Shooting, Russian Space Nukes, Migrant Crossings Drop

Films To Be Buried With - Eddie Marsan

⭐ 99% Invisible #570 - The White Castle System of Eating Houses

Welcome to Night Vale #242 - The New Branch

Short Wave - The U.N.'s First-Ever Analysis Of World's Migratory Species Just Dropped

Dear Prudence - How Do I Get Over Someone I Never Dated? Help!

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Feud And What's Making Us Happy

Endless Thread - Dinner and a (Slide) Show

All Songs Considered - New Music Friday: 5 albums out Feb. 16, plus 'Rhapsody in Blue' still thrills at 100

⭐ You're Dead to Me - History of Bollywood

Sound Up! - Audience reaction to Rock Hall Noms, Mark reviews Stevie Nicks live and Chris Molanphy breaks down how Beyonce will impact country music and radio.

It's Been a Minute - Legendary choreographer Fatima Robinson on moving through changes in dance

99% Invisible - The Power Broker #2: Jamelle Bouie

Wait Wait… Don't Tell Me! - WWDTM: Sleater-Kinney

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Presenting Barbra Streisand

Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox

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katiajewelbox · 1 year

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Could there be a more exquisite rose for Valentines Day than this red and white Osiria rose? The Osiria rose is a rare Hybrid Tea Rose (Rosa x hybrida), and I was stunned by its otherworldly perfection when I encountered it in a Mews house garden in London this summer. What is exactly is a "Hybrid Tea Rose"? There is a long and complicated history hidden in this term. Since at least 2000 BC, roses have been mentioned in writing and depicted in art in Europe and the Middle East. The Ancient Greeks associated the rose with the goddess of love Aphrodite, and the Ancient Romans used roses as a decorations in their festivals. There are several species of wild roses, notably Rosa gallica, Rosa moschata, and Rosa phoenicea, in Europe and the Middle East that were hybridised and selectively bred for scent, colour, and luxuriant petals. In Mediaeval and Renaissance times, Europeans had richly scented roses in a range of red, white, and pink shades but these plants had a drawback - they only bloomed for a limited time each summer. In the late 18th century, global trade and exploration brought the prized Chinese Rose (Rosa chinensis) to Europe. Cultivated in China for over 1000 years, these new roses had a more diverse colour palette and bloomed perpetually, with flowers appearing from April to November. European horticulturalists began cross breeding their native roses with the Chinese roses in a quest to unite the ideal traits in the same plant. Among these hybrids were "hybrid perpetual flowering" which were vigorous plants with plain flowers and "tea roses" which were delicate plants with flowers in an impressive range of colours. The name "tea rose" comes from their scent, which is like freshly brewed green tea. "Hybrid tea roses" are hybrids of these two hybrids, and combine the impressive flowers with stronger plants. In the 20th century, the hybrid tea rose was crossbred with other wild roses like Rosa wichuraiana to increase its cold tolerance. Next time you give roses to a loved one, take a moment to ponder this flower's global history! #rose #osiriarose #rosehistory #hybridtearose #botany #redandwhiterose #valentinesday #plantbiology #katia_plantscientist

#katia plant scientist #roses #rose plant #rose #rosecore #big rose #flower #red rose #white rose #hybrid rose #tea rose #botany #plants #horticulture #history #facts #plant facts

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dorothygale123 · 3 months

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In honor of the death anniversary of Saint Valentine, where we celebrate his decapitation by giving the same fate to flowers and forgetful boyfriends, we shall be looking at one of the most famous love stories in Chinese mythology. Today, we look at the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

Now, as with all stories that have already been covered by Red from OSP, I recommend watching her video because she's funny and her chibis are adorable. However there will be new information in this post, so feel free to enjoy both.

The version Red covers begins with the 7 daughters of the Jade Emperor and Xiwangmu sneaking down to the mortal realm for some sisterly skinny dipping, only for Zhinu to have her clothes stolen by a passing herdsman, Niulang. She thinks he's super cute and this theft of her clothes is very endearing, so she decides to stay and marry him while her sisters go back home. This displays a very common myth structure where a man finds a magical lady bathing, takes her clothes, and then marries her. Western myths often have this is often an animal bride, but in Asia the bride is likely to be a celestial maiden who is physically unable to return to heaven without the aid of her special raiment.

This is not the only version of the myth, though. One of my sources claims that Zhinu's father decided she'd been doing such a good job that she deserved a break and actually picked some random cowherd, in this story called Chen Li, to be her husband. His expectation was that she would have a short time of wedded bliss and then come back up to heaven to do her job again. Unfortunately Zhinu was unwilling to just abandon her loving husband and 2 children just to do more work, what a surprise.

In both versions, Zhinu's refusal to return pisses off her parents, who just drag her back up te heaven anyway. Naturally, her husband has some objections about it. However, since he's a mortal he can't really, you know, do anything about it, but he ends up getting help from a very unlikely place. Those who've watch Red's video may remember Niulang's "super intelligent ox he's had this whole time, don't even worry about it." Well, this magic ox has a bit of a backstory. It's actually a divine spirit, the Ox Star, that was being punished for some crime by laboring for humanity and was currently under the care of Niulang/Chen Li. In some tellings the ox was even the one who directed his master to the pool where the divine maidens were bathing and told him to steal their clothes, so you could say he's more than a little invested in their relationship. The ox's punishment was conveniently almost over, so he told Chen Li to wait until he died and take his skin and wear it as a cloak, and then he would be able to see his wife again. Chen Li did so and, taking his 2 kids with him, flies up to heaven to go get their mom back.

Unsurprisingly Zhinu's parents didn't take too kindly to this breech of their daughter's forever grounding, so they cut in between the lovers. Some versions say that Xiwangmu cleaved the sky with her hairpin, while others say the Jade Emperor threw a silver scarf down. Either way, the Milky Way was formed to keep the couple separated. This made Zhinu so sad that she would cry, causing soft rains. Eventually, her parents felt kinda bad for, you know, ripping apart this loving family and forever denying their daughter her husband and children, so they decided to let them meet for a whole day every year! On that day, magpies would fly up and make a bridge over the Milky Way so that the family could be together again.

Then they'd be separated again til next year.

Thanks mom and dad.

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#mythology sh*tposting #chinese mythology #cowherd and weaver girl #tanabata #xiji festival #valentines day #xiwangmu #queen mother of the west #jade emperor #lmk

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lizzybeth1986 · 2 years

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I'm working on a fic for the LGBTQ+ theme today but it looks like it's going to take a lot longer to finish...so in the meantime I made Hana and Kiara a wedding moodboard

As in the larger universe of the pairing that I'm planning for (Petals and Thornes), the two women are bisexual, I'll be tagging @choicespride in this moodboard/hc:

A few headcanons:

• The wedding is at a basilica in Castelserraillan.

• There was a henna party the day before. Moroccan henna is very unique for its minimalist and geometric designs and the two had them done on their hands and feet.

• Kiara and Hana have either others' initials hidden in their designs. The women around them giggled and said something about how the couple would have to find each other's names before celebrating their wedding night*

• Hana had a hair combing ceremony (梳头 or shūtòu) before the wedding - and so does Kiara, whose parents find out about the ceremony from Hana's family beforehand and make preparations - and a wedding tea ceremony after.

• Kiara wears a lace jumpsuit with a train, and also wears a heart necklace that Hana had gifted her before the wedding.

• Hana wears a blush pink qipao, with plum blossom detailing on the front and down the back. Both women wear the jewels of their duchies.

• Kiara had proposed to Hana almost 6 months after Liam and Esther's wedding, at the lake near the Capitol (the same lake we see at Hana's proposal in TRR2).

• They rent a villa at Mauritius for their honeymoon, see the Seven Coloured Earth at Chamarel Village, bet on winning horses at Champ de Mars (again, Kiara wins), and enjoy the best of French, Creole, Indian and Chinese cuisine.

• On Hana's request, the couple also go a couple months later to China, to celebrate Qi Xi (most popularly known as "Chinese Valentine's") for the first time as a married woman.

• Hana's favourite moment at the wedding was doing the Cordonian Waltz with Kiara. It felt full circle to her...this was the first dance her mother taught her, and she was dancing it now with her new bride.

• Kiara's favourite moment was at the dinner, with all the opportunities she got to personally feed Hana. At Liam's wedding reception almost a year before (ironically Hana and Kiara's relationship went public that very night), they could only touch each other in secret; now she could be as free about her love as she wanted and no one would stop them.

* Thanks to @thecapturedafrique who also thought up this headcanon and we share it in both our TRR universes xD

#hana lee #hanaleeappreciationweek #HLAW #the royal romance #the royal heir #the royal finale #HLAW Day 3 #HLAW Day 3: Romance #lizzybeth1986 #content: moodboard

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ironmanfridgemagnet · 2 years

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Sitting on the Shelf - Marcus White x Reader

Part 25 - Valentine’s Day

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"Attention shoppers. It's Valentine's Day, and love is in the air, along with dust, pet dander, and toxic mold spores, so pick up a SuperCloud air purifier and convince yourself it's making a difference, which it's not, 'cause it's just a fan."

Swinging your legs over the edge of the countertop, you sat facing the store, head turned as you engaged Garrett in small talk about any Valentine's Day plans you had. Though you'd denied having any plans to your friends face, you couldn't wait for your shift to end, knowing at the other side of it was a date night with Marcus; in the warmth of your apartment with some romcom and a whole bunch of Chinese food.

"Excuse me, everyone." Miles, one of your co-workers who you rarely saw, your shift patterns never lining up, snatched the microphone from Garrett's hands, buzzing it to life.

"Dude." Garrett cried, his hands thrown up in the air at the sudden lack of intercom in his hands. "You know what? I don't care."

"Two Aprils ago, I was new here, and someone special came over to help me on register. And, Lisa, you didn't just bag groceries. You bagged my heart."

"Ooh, this is a bad idea." Garrett cooed, his head leaning into his hand as he perched on the edge of his seat, anxious to see what was about to go forward.

"Lisa Beth-Ann Donatella Lopez-Fitzgerald, if you'll make me the luckiest man in St. Louis, I'll show you the time of your life."

Miles ripped off his cloud 9 vest, throwing it to the floor before springing away from the customer service counter. A dozen other regularly dressed customers suddenly ripped their clothes off, a sea of baby pink dresses and leather jackets flooding the store.

"This makes me genuinely sad." Jonah huffed, leaning against the side of the deli counter across from you, arms folded across his chest as he stared at the flash mob that was currently happening.

"I don't know." You pondered, approaching the group that had stopped to watch the performance in the café, all with judgmental looks. "I think it's kind of cute. I'd personally throw up if it happened to me though."

"Flash mob proposals are so lame." Amy huffed, quickly straightening up and turning to Cheyenne with a sweet smile. "Except for the one that Bo did for you. That was unique and very cool."

"Literally the cutest thing ever." You added, watching as a dancing Miles's eyes filtered across the crowd for a hopefully happy Lisa - though she seemed nowhere to be found.

"Yeah. Yeah, but flash mobs stopped being cool, like, a year ago." You laughed at Cheyenne's words, not surprised that the coolness of flash mobs worked in her favour.

Jonah was on the same train of thought, a short laugh bubbling past his lips as he shared a look with you. "Yeah, they were cool one year ago."

The flash mob was well in its midst now, Miles looking around frantically with every step he took in search of Lisa and her reaction to his proposal; though it never came.

"Where's Lisa? We need Lisa." Glenn ran past you, eyes scanning the crowd of customers and employees alike in search of Miles's blonde-headed sweetheart.

"She's in the bathroom." Dina shouted over the sound of "(I've had) The time of my life" that was blasting over the intercom and throughout the store, the flash mob stumbling to a stop at the confirmation Lisa hadn't seen anything yet.

Garrett's voice buzzed to life over the intercom, the song briefly fading into the background as he spoke. "Is it a quick bathroom break or more of a hunker-down-watch-YouTube-videos situation?"

"Hard to say. Her body language going in oh, wait, here..."

A very confused Lisa walked into the centre aisle, her hands coming out from her pockets as she meekly waved as a star stuck Miles, his eyes wide and frightened. With sudden haste, Miles ushered the members of the flash mob away, back to their previous position and began to run back towards the customer service desk. "Go back. Go back. Places, places."

"Oh, God. Not again." Amy sighed, receiving three grunts of agreement as you, Jonah and Cheyenne as the proposal began all over again; this time without the zest of surprise to aid the awful decision.

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"You guys, look what Jeff just sent me." Sandra announced herself to the group of you huddled around the gift wrapping counter, a large box-bouquet of red roses in her hands. "My precious treasure, words cannot express my love for you. And I love seeing you naked, because it's really good. Love, Mr. Man."

"Oh, Sandra! Those are so beautiful." You fussed, walking over to her and teasing at the Valentine's Day themed gift paper they came wrapped in.

Cheyenne, however, didn't seem to share the same sentiment, forcing a weary smile. "Wow, Jeff sent you those."

"That's, like, a hundred-dollar bouquet." Garrett gasped, eyeing you the expensive flower arrangement with suspicion, that you could understand. Sure, Jeff might want to spend all the money in the world on Sandra, but I'm a cloud 9 salary? It was a little suspicious.

"Yeah, or like, 140."

"Seems so weird he'd send you a gift at work when your relationship is supposed to be secret." Mateo snapped, Cheyenne immediately shooting him a look you couldn't quite read or understand.

"I guess he really loves me, huh?" Sandra admired the bouquet once more, her fingers toying with the petals of the red roses, vibrant and filled with life, which only seemed to fuel Mateo's anger more. "Hey Heather! Look what Jeff just sent me."

As Sandra walked away, a lovesick grin on her face and with an armful of beautiful flowers, Mateo bore a tight-lipped, tense expression. His hands gripped onto the tissue paper he'd been holding, tearing it right down the middle in a violent pull. "Oh, we need more tissue paper."

"What on earth is going on with Mateo today?" The shorter man was storming away from the three of you towards the warehouse in search of more tissue paper, his feet hitting the floor with heavy, angry thuds. "I'm not the only one seeing this, right?"

"What's wrong with him? Well, it's because of a reason that I, I can't tell you." Cheyenne blubbered, her words tailing off into what sounded like her loud, over the top nervous laughter. She had a secret.

"Hmm, I actually don't care, so..." Garrett hadn't asked, you had, but you highly doubted that he didn't want to know now that it was obvious something was going on.

"Mateo's the one dating Jeff, okay?" Cheyenne spat out, her words rushed and brash. You let out an audible gasp, hand smacking over your mouth as you held yourself back from saying anything while Cheyenne listed off the truth to you. "And Sandra is just making it up to get attention."

"So Sandra has a fake boyfriend." Garrett confirmed, a reassuring nod from Cheyenne egging the pair of you on.

"She sent herself flowers." You gasped once more, wide eyed expression flicking between Garrett and Cheyenne as you came to terms with what was really going on.

Only recently, in your drunken stupor had you found out Dina and Garrett were doing it - which Garrett still hadn't admitted to you himself - and now Mateo and Jeff? You'd ask if there was anyone in the store who wasn't with another co-worker, but you and Marcus were together, sorta, kinda, and Amy and Jonah had some kind of tension between them.

"And Mateo is dating Jeff?" At another nod of agreement from Cheyenne, a bemused smile dimpling his cheeks and raising his eyebrows. "This a quality Tuesday."

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As you continued your search for Amy, hoping to update her on the stuff you'd finished stocking - and the drama surrounding Jeff, Sandra and Mateo - you found her at the front of the store, staring intently at Arthur as he welcome a little girl into the store.

"Ames, what are you-" You were quickly silenced, Amy's finger pressing to your lips with a reprimand to 'shush' as she continued to watched the sweet interaction.

Arthur's attention quickly turned to Myrtle as she walked past, stumbling over a simple hello when trying to talk to her. Amy quickly pushed away from you, approaching the older man as she stared at a leaving Myrtle.

"Hey, Arthur, I might be totally off base here, but do you have a crush on Myrtle?"

"Oh, no. I well, maybe just a little crush." Arthur shyly admitted, looking longing after the older woman, her grey-haired top knot bouncing as she walked about.

"Oh, that is just the sweetest thing." You cooed, standing beside Amy and a blushing Arthur.

"I like to imagine the two of us together someday, feeding the ducks." Arthur got more confident in his words the more he spoke, his gaze still following Myrtle as she spoke so lovingly of her. Even though romance could sometimes gross you out, seeing this was actually quite sweet. "Watching the ducks. It doesn't have to be ducks."

"No. It can be ducks." Amy assured, quickly grabbing you and pulling you away from the front of the store with a wicked grin; scheming something from the small scene that had just played out before the two of you.

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Amy had dragged you towards soft lines, pretending to take stock as she watched Myrtle with a keen eye. Reaching out to touch Amy's hair, you twirled a curl around your finger, stretching it out then letting it bounce back into its original place.

"I love your hair, Ames." The blonde highlights had been another big change on top of the ear-length hair cut, but it suited Amy incredibly well. Amy either didn't hear you or ignored your words, fully focused on the interaction between Cheyenne and Myrtle.

"And Bo's parents are out of town, so everyone's just gonna get waa-sted. What about you? Any hot Valentine's Day plans?"

"No, probably sit in the park, feed the ducks." Myrtle shrugged with a meek smile, immediately going back to folding the clothes she had to stock after answering. You and Amy shared a look; you had a way in. Arthur had said he loved ducks - and he'd love to feed them with Myrtle - it was almost like fate was trying to tell you something.

"Ohh, that's so old person. You can come if you want, but it's bring your own nitrous."

"Hey, Myrtle, do you date anymore?" Amy asked, stepping away from the shelf the two of you had supposedly been stock checking, clipboard completely disregarded.

"No, but if you know someone nice, set me up. He doesn't even have to be white." Amy's hands drummed excitedly against your arm, a bright smile quickly forming on her face as her plan fell perfectly into place. What had she dragged you in to?

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Amy had dragged you back and forth around the store, having lead you with her to swap Cheyenne and Arthur's places between soft lines and greeting and now she was pulling you into the security office, staring intently as the blinking images of Arthur and Myrtle.

Sitting in Dina's office chair, you crossed your feet on the seat, pushing yourself into a slow spin off of the side of the countertop, eyes skimming over the live feed with each loop of the chair. "Come on, you two. Talk to each other. It's not like either one of you have that much time left."

"Hey. Oh, what is Arthur doing in Women's Wear? He's confused again. I'll go fix it." Glenn was already walking out of the security room within an instant of walking in, his hand there long enough to still the spinning of your chair and chastise Arthur.

"No, no. No, Glenn, I put him there." Amy's chin met her chest, awkwardly avoiding Glenn's eye-line as she comity to stare down the security camera footage.

"Why?"

"You know, just to mix things up, give people an opportunity to work with other people and..." Amy shrugged her shoulders incessantly as she spoke, an awful attempt at a cover story that was seeming to win Glenn over.

"She's trying to set them up." You revealed, looking up at Glenn over your shoulder, his hand still gripping the back of the spinny chair. "To like, date."

"Oh, I see." Glenn chastised, his lips puckering together as he raised his eyebrows at Amy. "It's wrong when I try to do matchmaking, but you get to whip out the fangs-"

"Huh? What fangs?"

"Cupid's fangs." Glenn clarified blankly, oblivious to the stark looks of surprise you and Amy were giving him.

"Glenn, again, an arrow. Never mind. Look, this is different. They're really perfect for each other." Amy assured, defending her own actions whilst chastising Glenn's.

Though you didn't agree with the idea of forcibly matchmaking your co-workers, you had to admit, it was sweet; the idea of the two older employees feeding the ducks together, in a park somewhere.

"Why can't I matchmake someone? Like..." Glenn looked around the small security room, his eyes scanning across the screens before landing on you. "Y/n! I could matchmake, y/n."

"Oh, that's really not necessary, Glenn."

"Are you sure? 'Cause I was thinking you'd look pretty good with Marcus; there's something there but I don't know what it is yet." Glenn's hand came to rest against his chin, squeezing at the skin as he swelled on what exactly it was what that made him picture you and Marcus together. "Or maybe Jonah. Is he still dating that girl from the cheese stall?"

"Anyway." You coughed out, trying not to focus on the fact that Glenn felt there was something between you and Marcus, and the smirk that Amy was boring into the side of your head. "They are kinda perfect for each other. They're both old."

"Yeah, and there's, like, this whole duck thing, but mostly they're old." Amy agreed, the smirk falling from her face as she refocused on the scene that played out on the live feed from the security camera.

"Why aren't they talking to each other?" Glenn asked, walking across the length of the security closet to stand beside Amy, pushing your chair into a spin as he walked away.

"I don't know. He's really shy. It's like they need a bigger push."

"Yeah." Glenn agreed, pointing a finger hard into the video screen onto a silent image of Jonah. "Oh, hey, you see that guy? You think that's Jonah, right? It's not."

Scooting over to sit beside Glenn and Amy at the screen, you clicked onto the image, scrolling and zooming in closer to view the image in as good detail as you could. "That's not Jonah? You sure?"

With a nod of confirmation from Glenn, you hummed in acknowledgement, pushing away from the desk and rolling around in your chair once more. With a shrug, you met Glenn's eyes.

"Could've fooled me."

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Amy and Glenn had left you as they sped off in search of duck themed items around the store, ordering you to find some kind of card and potentially a gift bag or wrapping paper - which had led you right back to where you'd been earlier that morning. The gift-wrapping counter.

"This is so embarrassing. I always tell him, "Jeff, you're gift enough for me," but he won't listen." A person dressed in a heart shaped outfit stood behind Sandra, holding an armful of gifts and Valentine's Day themed balloons. It was a big display of affection - too big for the likes of Jeff, who wasn't even dating Sandra in the first place - but either way she seemed smitten with the proclamation.

"I'm not much of a romantic, but this is special stuff." Garrett teased, eyeing up Mateo as anger seethed out of him, each word out of Garrett another spark to the flame.

"Whatever." Mateo scoffed, pulling out his phone and typing furiously against the screen. "Do you know how many babies choke on balloons and die every year? I don't know, but it seems like a few would."

"I'm just happy for Sandra." You shrugged, looking longingly at the blissful smile that rested on her face. Even though her relationship might not have been real, the joy it seemed to bring her was something you wouldn't want her to lose.

"I mean, can you imagine what it's like to have what she has? I mean, just to have a connection like that with someone." Garrett stared longingly at the display, and if you didn't know him better, you'd say he was imagining himself in Sandra's shoes right now.

You loved Garrett. That was no question. And he loved you too; just not like that. The two of you had been on cute little dinner dates, he'd bought you'd flowers, you'd bought him flowers and you had weekly movie nights that were very rarely skipped. But you weren't a couple. Maybe, you thought, Garrett needed someone in his life who would do the couple stuff for him.

Maybe, that someone could be Dina, if he ever manned up and told you about them.

"I bet Jeff just loves it." You confirmed, a smirk curling onto your lips as you looked on at Sandra and her heart-shaped gift-a-gram fondly.

"30. 30 babies die." Mateo spat, stuffing his phone into his pocket and rushing away from the counter in a fit of rage.

Reaching your hand out towards Garrett, he slammed his hand down onto your own in a high five, the two of you having set off Mateo's fuse in what appeared to be record time.

"You got any duck themed Valentine's Day cards back there?" You asked, turning around, leaning against the counter to talk to Garret.

"No." Letting out a laugh at Garrett's blunt response, you threw your head back, before peering back down at him. "Best I can do you is a heart-shaped card and some pink tissue paper."

"Call it a done deal." Leaning over the countertop, legs dangling slightly off the ground, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to Garrett's cheek, taking the card and paper from his hands as you did. "Thank you. You're a saint."

"No worries, doll." Garrett blew you a kiss as you back away from the counter, a skip in your step as you headed back in the direction of the break room, supplies in hand and plan ready for action. "I'll see you around."

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Sitting round a table with Amy and Glenn, you stabbed your fork into your lunch, piling food onto your fork and then brining it to you mouth. Knees up to your chest, you had your phone balanced against them, skim reading through any emails you hadn't caught up on yet.

"She's late, like..." Glenn checked his watch, eyes flickering between the door and the magazine in front of him in an effort to act like he wasn't waiting for her.

Amy suddenly sprung up in her seat, hitting Glenn on the arm to silence him. "There she is."

"Hey, Myrtle. Break time already, huh?" Magazine were long forgotten the second Myrtle entered the break room, thrown against the table and ignored - if it had been anyone else, the set up would've been obvious.

"I love break time, great time to kick back and see what's in the old locker, huh?" So, Glenn wasn't really working on the who subtle aspect of the plan, but Myrtle didn't seem to notice, instead opening her locker to find it filled with gifts galore.

Leaning out of your seat a little, you peered into the locker - you hadn't had the chance yet to see the gifts Amy and Glenn had gathered for her - to find a sweet pink jumper and a duck stuffie. "What you got there?"

"I don't think this is my locker." Myrtle muttered pulling the duck stuffie out and fiddling with its soft fur in what appeared to be abject horror.

"Yeah, it is." Glenn far too quickly confirmed, sinking back into his seat with a thud as he tried to play it off nonchalantly. "It just looks like someone left you some flowers and chocolates and a duck."

"Wow. Who's it from?" Amy asked, edging Myrtle on to look through the surplus of gifts that was hidden away in her locker.

"Guys, I'm starting to think this was a bad idea." Amy scrunched her face at you, clearly not seeing the same reaction you saw in Myrtle, instead nudging Glenn and getting him to provoke Myrtle's reaction even more.

"Well, look. Look for a card. Just look around. Look look under that sweater. No, not your sweater. He's not a magician."

A frown settled on Myrtle's face as she clutched the heart-shaped card in shaking hands. "It's from Arthur."

"Ohh. That's so sweet of him." Amy cooed, looking on at the scene fondly despite the way Myrtles face seemed to be contorting between upset and fear.

"That's so nice." Myrtle began crying then, Amy and Glenn fawning more over the scene as the influx of sudden emotion whilst you sprung from your chair and crossed the length of the room. Wrapping an arm around the older woman, you took the card gently from her and placed it back inside of her locker, out of sight.

"He won't leave me alone. Why won't he leave me alone?"

Amy's eyes went wide, surprised by the change in mood and your instant accompaniment of Myrtle. With an apologetic grimace, you mouthed a sorry at the pair of matchmakers, rubbing your hand across Myrtle's shoulder as she cried into her hands.

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"So, Myrtle has filed sexual harassment complaints against Arthur as well as the two of you."

Though Myrtle had asked you, well, Amy, to set her up, you can see how it was so easily interrupted in other ways. Especially when Arthur had been harassing Myrtle, unbeknownst to all of you.

"That's crazy. We didn't harass her." Amy insisted, throwing her arms about in distress as she shouted at the phone.

You'd somehow escaped the situation Scott-free, despite having found and written the card 'from Arthur,' but had been called to Glenn's office before you knew only the two of them had been given the brunt of the blame. Though you weren't exactly sure what you'd done that was worthy of Myrtle not filing a complaint against you, you weren't exactly complaining.

"She's alleging that you used your positions of authority to force her to work with an employee in hopes of engaging in a physical relationship with him. And she also claims you broke into her locker. Now, what's your side of the story?"

"Um, factually similar." Amy stumbled through an admission, looking between you and Glenn for help in covering up the factual truth of the situation, though no help came to her.

"Yeah, but you can prove anything with facts. I mean, Darwin..." Glenn couldn't get the words out, the corporate rep cutting him off with another insistence about what he and Amy had done.

"She goes on to say that he made lewd and profane comments."

"Arthur?" Amy gasped, a hand resting over her heart as her mouth hung agape over the phone. "He's so sweet."

"Maybe he's not as sweet as we thought?" You offered, one hand raised to your mouth as you bit at the tips of your nails, it resting on top of the other which was folded across your chest.

"Well, we had no idea what he was saying to her. The security cameras don't have sound." Glenn defended, voice seeming to raise an octave as he fought against the corporate personal on the other end of the line with desperation.

"I'm sorry, are you saying that you were spying on them as well?"

"No, spying makes it sound like we were trying to get information." Glenn cried, eyebrows tensed and arms firm on his hips. "We were just watching them for our own pleasure."

"Stop talking, Glenn."

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"Sexual harassment. At what point is it inappropriate? Harassment is always wrong."

Amy had ushered herself out of Glenn's valentine-ified office in search of a deeply upset Myrtle - leaving you and Glenn to go back to the break room to empty out Myrtles locker and finish your lunch - and apparently started an altercation which ended with her telling Myrtle she was 'asking for it.'

"If it starts in the Break Room, it shouldn't end in the bedroom."

"He's totally thinking about boning Sandra right now." Garrett whispered to you, loud enough for Mateo to hear, over the hum of the old break room television and training tape.

Mateo, who had heard the small comment, replied with a sharp, 'No, he's not.' writhing in his seat at the thought alone. Jeff had, unsurprisingly, been called out to deal with the issue, and instead of dealing with it, had put on an at least 2 decade old training tape.

"And fewer lawsuits equals more revenue for Cloud 9, which benefits all of us."

"I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable, Michelle." The cloud 9 mascot, 'Mc Cool Cloud' has sexually harassed someone this time, which was a weird enough concept on its own. But the way everyone just accepted that he was a cloud - a talking, breathing cloud - didn't sit right with you.

"Doesn't Mc Cool Cloud give you the creeps? Or is it just me?" You leaned back slightly in your chair, asking Garrett in a hushed whisper as to not disturb the obedient silence that filled the room.

"No, there's definitely something off about that cloud." Garrett agreed, Mateo straightening up in your peripheral vision at the thought you were making more comments about Jeff and Sandra.

"Oh, MC Cool Cloud, you are all right."

Jeff finally turned off the video with a click, the tv screen fading to black as Mc Cool Cloud finally, and thankfully, left your sights. "Does anybody have any questions?"

"No, I think we're all set here." Amy insisted with a tight lipped smile, tapping her hands against the table she sat at in nervous wait.

"Actually, I do. How does Mc Cool Cloud hold the chain up? What's it connected to?" Though Jeff seemed to be actually pondering the logistics of your question, Glenn began to speak.

"You can't take love out of the workplace." Glenn whined, a frown forming on his face at the thought of it alone. As long as you'd known him, Glenn had been a man of love - especially when it came to his employees - so the idea of that love being taken away must've worried him deeply.

"Oh, God, kill me now." Amy's head fell heavily against her hand, groaning into the flesh as Glenn continued his rant about love.

"What about Miles and Lisa? If it was up to you, they never would have gotten together. And then the children they're gonna have would never have been born."

Lisa's face scrunched in confusion, her eyebrows pinching in confusion, a frown settling on her face. "Oh, we're we're not having kids." It appeared to be news to Miles, who gasped out a 'what?' turning to Lisa with a look of confusion and hurt.

"No one is saying you can't ever date somebody you work with. Just be careful not to make unwanted advances." Though Jeff was trying his hardest to explain what was right and what was not acceptable, it still managed to confuse the break room.

"So you can't ask someone out unless you know they like you? But then you don't know if someone likes you unless you ask them out." Cheyenne asked between licks of her heart-shaped, red and white swirled lollipop, the candied treat fitting the themed streamers and banners that covered the break room. "So that's, like, a Catch-22."

"Whoa, well done." Jonah gasped, turning in his seat to stare at a smiling Cheyenne. If it weren't for the weirdly tense atmosphere that filled the break room, you'd have been as shocked as Jonah - or you'd have laughed at the utterly surprised look on his face.

"Oh, I've been studying for the SATs. It's been a very extrapolatory experience."

"Okay, what we need is a database. Everybody write down all the employees you're attracted to. Totally confidential." Dina quickly began handing out blank sheets of paper from her clipboard, giving them to those nearest to her first. "I will compile a spreadsheet of any matches and post it above the microwave."

"Nope, we're not doing that. Let's just say that if you ask somebody out, and they say no, move on." Jeff, ever the man of hand gestures, motioned out the words he was saying, trying to work out a middle ground that would appease everyone.

Marcus stayed slouched in his seat, arm raised lazily pressed against his chest, eyes briefly meeting your own, before Jeff nodded at him to go ahead. "What if she just says no because she has plans that night? Can you ask her out again for a different night?"

"Umm. I guess. I mean, it depends. Does she really have plans, or is she politely telling you she's not interested?"

Marcus's hand hit against the table, snapping with his middle finger and thumb then pointing a finger gun at you. "Which one is it, y/n?"

Marcus looked good sat across the room from you, his grey T-shirt clung to his slouched form, the three-quarter shirt sleeves really accentuating the more muscled parts of his arms. His arms folded across his chest as he waited for your response, arms flexing as he did, and a grin was bit back between his teeth - which as you looked at him, you decided it was the most attractive thing you'd ever seen.

"I did really have plans..." You began, eyes trailing across Marcus's face, a wicked grin curling onto your lips. "But the second one."

"Whatever." Marcus scoffed, rolling his eyes at your teasing tone; you had plans tonight, he knew you weren't being serious. "I was just asking as a joke anyway."

"Sometimes people do change their minds. I mean, I met Jerusha when we were both working at my father's hardware store. I asked her out every day for a year, and then she said yes." Glenn explained, eliciting a chorus of 'Awww's' across the break room.

"Okay, actually, that's called a systemic pattern of hostility. It's, like, the number one thing you can't do." Jeff emphasised, Glenn's face paling at the idea that had forced Jerusha into a relationship against her will.

"I got a question." Garrett raised his hand, not waiting for Jeff to answer him before he began to ask his question. "The actress in the video, does she get paid per video, or is it more of a flat rate for the whole day kind of thing?"

"My guess is flat rate."

"I've got another one." Raising your own hand, you waited for Jeff to nod at you, grabbing the attention of the break room. "If your dating someone and your best friend doesn't know can that be considered neglect?"

"No, I don't think so." Jeff looked at you as though you'd lost your mind, but before he had the opportunity to ask about the meaning behind your question, Mateo had raised his hand.

"Can ignoring someone you're dating be considered harassment?" At Jeff's, again, dismissal of the odd question, Mateo scoffed, folding his arms defensively across his chest. "Of course you don't."

"I'm, I'm just not explaining it right. I wasn't harassing her. She agreed to go out with me because my father threatened to fire her if she didn't." Gasps echoed around the break room this time at Glenn's admission, the meet-cute getting uglier with each addition to it.

Arthur turned to Myrtle with a pleading look, the attention of the break room change with each breath of new conversation. Innocence seemed apparent on his face and you could imagine Amy fawning at the sight behind you as you turned in your chair. "Myrtle, I'm so sorry. It was wrong to harass you, and if you want, I will quit right now."

As Amy and Myrtle argued over whether Arthur was a good guy or not, you met Marcus's eyes from across the room. He winked at you, biting back a grin as your eyes met, his arms tucked across his chest and under his arms as he stay slouched in his seat. It felt like the image was going to be burned into the back of your skull. Shifting in your seat, you smoothed down the front of your jeans, tuning back into the conversation, though slightly more flustered then a moment before.

"Arthur is a lovely guy. He was just trying to compliment you." Amy emphasised for what felt like the millionth time today; at this point you weren't entirely sure if she was doing it out of earnest or to prove her point that Arthur wasn't a creep.

"That's all it is! I like your sweater, and I think you're pretty." The break room was once again encapsulated by the sweets words that slipped from Arthur's lips, his gaze endearingly on Myrtle who seemed to squirm under it. "And I love how your sweater cleaves tight against your breasts."

What the fuck.

"Gross, dude." Marcus scoffed, turning his head but assuming his relaxed position. "She's, like, 100."

"Okay, this is actually making things worse." Jeff attempted to calm the situation, though the break room and its population had already descended into chaos, a cacophony of voices shouting over each other.

"It's not always harassment. I mean, Jerusha and I got married."

"Oh, so it's not harassment if you marry them?" Cheyenne refuted, Glenn's face contorting into one of pure horror as he looked back at her.

"Oh, God, what have I done?"

"They're like two little robin's eggs all bundled up in a bird's nest." Arthur continued his 'compliments' - this time just blatantly harassing Myrtle in front of all of their coworkers, plain for everyone to see.

"Found her on IMDB." Garrett interrupted, holding up his phone. When you turned your head to look, you smacked into the front of the screen, coming away and rubbing your nose as you read it. "She was on "NCIS." She played "Lady in Pool." Acting life is tough."

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Thankfully, your shift was long over now, the day having finally come to a close so that you could go and pick up some Chinese food before Marcus would come and meet you at your apartment, his shift not over for another hour or so yet.

You'd picked up a handful of items from through-out the trip through the store towards the exit, lazily swinging the basket they sat in back and forth as you walked.

"Did Jeff get Sandra puppies?" You asked, stopping beside Garrett, who had a basket of 'go-backs' nestled on his lap, and Mateo, who for the first time today seemed sort of relaxed. "Now, that is a commitment."

"I'm not a big Valentine's Day guy, but Jeff and Sandra are..." Garrett began his tormenting, staring fondly at the couple before him in hope of eliciting a reaction out of Mateo, though was swiftly cut off by his simple coo.

"Jandra. We should call them Jandra." Mateo quickly walked over to the group surrounding Sandra and her adorable little balls of sunshine, a wide smile of his face for the first time today.

"Why does everybody want to fuck Jeff?"

"I'm not entirely sure, Gare. I'm not sure at all." It was a crazed situation, but when wasn't it at cloud 9? Bidding your goodbye and a fun evening to Garrett, you headed in the direction of the checkouts to buy your good and make your way home for the evening.

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A bagful of goodies to take back to your apartment, and a pair of car keys that weren't yours, you were heading back into the store before you'd even left, finding Amy amidst the Valentine's Day aisle.

"Oh, hey, if you've got plans tonight, you can head out. I'm fine to finish this up." Amy didn't look up from her sweeping the destroyed display, only glancing up at the silence when you didn't respond.

Twirling her car keys in your hand, you tossed them out to her, tucking your hand back into the pocket of Marcus's jacket, the other gripping onto the bag filled with snacks and drinks.

"Actually, my shift is already over. And I also do happen to have plans tonight."

"You have plans tonight?" Jonah asked, suddenly appearing beside you, a half frown on his face at the discovery. "Like Valentine's Day plans? Or plans plans?"

"Valentine's Day plans." You confirmed, nodding hesitantly at Jonah, grip tightening on your bag. "And not that it has anything to do with you, J, but it's with a very strapping young fellow."

"Why'd you say it like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like that?"

"You know what? It doesn't matter. I've got to get going. Have a lovely Valentine's Day guys." Turning away from the pair, you began to walk back in the direction of the stores exit, in the direction of your apartment, of warm Chinese food and of Marcus.

At the last moment, you turned back and blew them a kiss, an unusual pep in your step as you began your journey out of the store and back to your apartment.

"Y/n's got plans?" Jonah pondered aloud, hands on his hips and jaw hung agape as he stared at your retreating figure, unmoving even after you'd left his sights. "With who? Do you know them? Why didn't they tell me?"

"I don't know, Jonah." Amy was lying through her teeth, biting back a smile at the fact she was in the know for once. It was easy to hide as she continued to sweep things off of the floor, avoiding Jonah's eyes as his bore into her, desperate for any inkling of information he could grasp too. "You want to help me clean this up? Or have you got plans tonight too?"

"No. No, I've not." Jonah grabbed the broom stick from Amy, beginning to sweep up the broken ribbons and banners as she picked up the larger pieces of rubbish. "Did they tell you they had plans, or-"

"I don't know, Jonah. Let it go."

Jonah wouldn't let it go. As long as he was unaware of whoever it was that had you smitten enough for Valentine's Day plans, he would not rest easy. They must have been special to you - and he was special to you - and the fact that you didn't tell him had a million thoughts running through his head.

Not a single one was the idea it was Marcus.

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