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daydreamingleclerc · 2 years

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pretty little short skirt - mick schumacher

summary: in which, on a river walk you bump into someone you’ve never seen taking the route before, and after an exchange of numbers things get dramatically interesting.

warnings: protected sex, oral (m&f), dirty talk, choking, spitting, pet names, praise kink. trigger warning for a mention of death of an animal at the beginning.

requested: no.

notes: this is based on a dream i had about mick & thanks to my beloved @libraryofloveletters for bringing it to life in true dirty smut format (anj i love you)

“angie, no, you can’t have the ladies peanut butter!”

you caught the tail end of the sentence as you pulled an airpod from your ear, and looked down to be greeted by arguably one of the prettiest dogs you’d ever seen, a huge, fluffy australian shepherd, clearly called angie.

you smiled, and slipped the lid on the open tub of peanut butter just before the dog could stick her tongue inside of it, and you tickled the sides of her neck.

“i’m so sorry,” the man stuttered, crouching down to pet his dog, “she turns into an olympic sprinter when she smells peanut butter.”

you couldn’t help but laugh. his cheeks were flushed a light shade of red, and he had a baseball cap on his head. when he smiled you subconsciously tucked your legs further underneath themselves, making sure your skirt was covering anything revealing.

“don’t worry about it,” you smiled, really getting into tickling the dog’s neck, “she’s gorgeous, angie, right? i heard you calling her.”

“yeah, angie,” he smiled, tapping her side. as he did, he looked around. the riverside was reasonably quiet, with the odd people running along the opposite side of the bank. “have you got any dogs?”

you laughed and an embarrassed flush came to your cheeks, “i did,” you admitted, “i’ve got two cats and a rabbit too, but my dog blue passed away six months ago and i used to bring him here to play in the river.”

the man’s face folded into a frown and he rested his elbows on his knees while still squatting beside you, “he was just really old, and peanut butter on apples was one of his favourites,” you pulled an apple slice from the cooler beside you and held it out to the man, “any chance angie likes peanut butter on apples?”

“i think she does,” he smiled, “i never got your name?”

“Y/N,” you blushed, “and you?”

“i’m mick,” he noticed the blush on your cheeks but knew better than to say anything, “and i’m sorry for ruining your peace.”

you shrugged him off, explaining that the company was well needed and you were happy to let them stay put for a while. mick sat himself down on your blanket properly, while angie sniffed around your bag for more peanut butter apple slices.

as you prepared more slices for her, mick admired you. he couldn’t believe he’d never seen you on this route before, it was the one he always did when he was around this area, but he’d been busy working on the car with his team and had just got back from a holiday, so even if he did see you before, he could forgive himself for letting the memory slip away.

you looked pretty in a pleated checkered mini-skirt and a white vest with a knitted cardigan, almost ethereal for want of a better word.

“i like your skirt.”

the words came out unexpectedly, even mick was shocked when they did, for it seemed his subconscious had a mind of its own. as you turned your head to face him, he stuttered over the right words to say; but ultimately decided to just say nothing.

“thanks,” you smiled in return, “i made it myself, but i’m not sure if i like it.”

he seemed shocked at your revelation, and soon you rambled to one another about everything and anything. you realised you knew his face from somewhere, and then the pair of you began talking about his work; you had plenty of questions on the subject but it was obvious mick was humble and didn’t like to talk about it too much, and so the conversation quickly shifted onto you. he asked you questions about your life and your job, and the pair of you joked that it almost felt like some sort of weird first date.

“oh shit, i’m going to my mum’s house for dinner this evening, i was supposed to be there half an hour ago,” you said, snagging your phone from the top of your bag and only realising the time when your mothers name flashed up, “i’m so sorry, i need to go.”

mick smiled, but he was upset that his time with you was coming to a close. “that’s okay,” he said, standing up and helping you to your feet. you could see him questioning whether or not to give you his number, and you couldn’t help but giggle. “what?”

“nothing,” you giggled again, grasping the pen that was wedged into the side of your notebook in your bag, “here’s my number, give me a call sometime.”

you scribbled the numbers on the palm of mick’s hand and couldn’t help yourself when you gave him a kiss on the cheek, which ended up leaving some pink lipgloss on his now bright red and rosy cheeks. as he watched you walk away, he couldn’t help but admire you once again, only this time, once he saw how short the skirt rose on your legs, his admiration was a little less innocent.

by the time you got home from dinner with your parents, it was reasonably late, but thankfully your flatmate was working until the early hours of the morning. as soon as you got through the door, your phone buzzed and when you opened it to an unknown number your eyebrows creased for a minute.

hey y/n, the message read, it’s mick. i hope dinner with your mom was good :) i’d really like to see you again if that’s okay with you. plus, you left your airpods on the bench. i’ve got them for you x

immediately, you smiled. hey mick, thanks for texting! dinner was great thank you :) you shot that one over and within seconds mick had read the message. thank you for collecting them! i would love to see you again soon, when’s good for you? x

well, the message started, i hope i’m not coming off too strong but your skirt collection was very... interesting. any chance i can see some more?

you couldn’t help the smirk that painted your face, and in a bold move, you replied swiftly. sure, i’m free now if you want me to make myself look pretty and show you my collection ;) your fingers wagged over the send button until eventually it was hit, and within minutes he responded.

perfect :) he said. what’s your address? x

“you look very pretty,” mick said as he stood at your door, a bag full of things tucked away in a small carrier bag, “is that a different skirt?”

“like i said,” you smiled, “i promised i’d make myself look pretty and show you my collection.”

“and you certainly didn’t disappoint,” mick said, his hand gravitating towards your hips, where he lifted the material briefly, and your stomach lit up in butterflies.

the change in his breath was obvious, and he let out a long, heaving breath. “do you want to come in?” you asked innocently, “i’ll take your jacket for you.”

he smirked, and followed you into the flat. you purposely wore your skirt high up on your hips, so that the curve of your bum was almost peeking out. you took him into your kitchen-livingroom, and hung his jacket up onto the rack at the back of the door.

mick noticed the washing pile beside the drier, where clean garments of lacy, skimpy underwear lay on the top of the rest of the clean clothes. he picked a pair up, hooking it around one of his fingers, and the thin red lace dangled in the warm air.

“are these yours, or do you have a roommate?”

“i have a roommate,” you said, eyeing him watchfully as you picked up the half drunk glass of wine you’d been drinking before he arrived, “but they’re mine, if you’re that curious.”

mick smirked, placing them back on the pile. he watched you eagerly as you shot back the remains of what was in the wine glass. “do i make you that nervous?”

“you wish,” you replied, hints of a smirk curling up at your mouth. he took a step closer, and your hands subconsciously rested on his hipbones and it brought him closer. his breath was hot on your skin, fanning your face delicately. “i just wanted to make sure i tasted as pretty as i look.”

“oh, i’m sure you’ve got nothing to worry about in that department, angel.”

within seconds, mick leaned in and hungrily kissed your lips. one of his hands was pressed against your hips while the other moved up your body to rest at your neck, thumb just knicking your chin as he did.

his thumb dragged at the skin under your lip, which gave him the upper hand when they parted, and left him able to nibble down on the bottom one. he tugged it between his teeth and slipped his tongue along it to soften the pain. you moaned at the action, and sucked on his tongue to give him a taste of what he would end up getting.

“is your roommate here?” he asked, pulling away from your lips and dipping his head under your jawline so he could leave a mark.

“no, why?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you tugged on his hair breathlessly, “were you hoping she’d join in on the fun?”

“no,” he shrugged. he pulled at the fabric of the bodysuit, and when the poppers gave their signature pop! he knew he could pull at it with ease now, “was just making sure that nobody would be around to hear all the noises you’re gonna make, that’s all.”

“bold statement,” you hummed, pulling away from him and wiping the lipstick from the corners of your mouth, “do you want a glass of wine?”

mick smiled. he liked the hard to get attitude you provided him. it was new and exciting, and he loved being kept on his toes. “sure, sweetheart,” he said, and watched as you spun around in front of him to get the glass. “can you reach?”

you said nothing, but you nodded as you hopped up onto the counter. mick’s eyes trailed down your figure, and he couldn’t help but let his mind wander at the sight of you in front of him, kneeling on the counter with your skirt so short he could see your bum, and he shifted in his position.

“do you trust me?” mick’s hands skimmed your hips, and you shivered at the contact.

“i’ve only just met you.” you recalled over your shoulder, and you caught his eyes, bright blue with an eager, menace-like twinge to them.

“i know,” he said, kissing at your jawline, “but do you trust me?”

you nodded, and gave him a little yes to confirm that you did. he hummed, and with that he licked his lips. you moved once again, and mick got to his knees and awkwardly found an angle that would suit his idea best. you heard the scraping of one of your kitchen chairs behind you but you just assumed mick was pulling it out to sit at the dining table.

“mick, why don’t you — oh,” the feeling of his tongue licking a stripe up your slit made your brain go foggy, “fuck.”

“no underwear?” he asked, with a raised eyebrow, but you were too engrossed replaying the feeling of his tongue on your clit over and over again in your head, you didn’t answer. “not as innocent as you look.”

mick’s tongue flicked at your clit and you gently rocked at the feeling. every few seconds you would pull away in fear of mick’s suffocation — you weren’t sure the media would be best pleased at that news. “shall we move to the bedroom?” you asked him, but he shook his head, no; and the friction made you shiver.

“nope,” he said, and waved his finger in the direction of the sofa, “i don’t wanna sound dramatic but i need to taste you now.”

you couldn’t help but laugh as you pulled yourself away, and mick helped you down and guided you to the sofa with his hands on your hips softly, “is it a matter of life or death?” you raised an eyebrow to him as he laid down flat on your cushions.

“oh yeah,” he smirked, and pulled you back on top of him, “quite literally.”

mick’s hands rested on your bum cheeks, while you rested one hand on the back of the sofa and one at the side of his head. you moaned at the feeling of him switching between flicking his tongue on your clit and dipping it inside of you, and you couldn’t help but think he’d done this many times before. he was a pro. you pulled off of him every so often once again, fearing for his own safety.

“sit, Y/N,” he said sternly, pulling off of your clit with a pop before separating your lips with his fingers, giving his tongue deeper access. the feeling made you jolt and you lifted your hips subconsciously.

“but i don’t wanna-”

“-i said sit, Y/N, not fucking hover.”

a swarm of butterflies swept through your stomach at his words, and the tone of voice he used was dominant enough to leave you wanting more but nice enough to know that it was just fuelled by arousal. his hands moved from your bum cheeks - but before they did he left a harsh slap on each one which made you moan - to hook underneath your thighs, where he held you in place.

you were unable to move from his grip now, and your hands clawed at his hair while he hummed against your clit. he pulled away from it and flattened his tongue against your lips, and when his nose bumped your clit at the same time his tongue dipped inside of you, you cried out in a loud, desperate moan.

“that’s it, good girl.” mick muttered, albeit muffled.

“you’re so good at this,” you told him breathlessly, beginning to rock your hips back and forth against his face.

“i know, sweetheart,” he replied, and you could feel him smirking against you cockily. “and you taste so delicious.”

it didn’t take you long before you were on the brink of an orgasm, rocking back and forth against mick’s flat tongue. everytime you looked down, his eyes were on you, clouded over thickly with lust as he admired you.

“please…”

“please what, Y/N?” mick’s eyebrows furrowed while a smirk crept up his face, he knew you were close because of the soft pants and the open pleading.

before you could speak any further, your orgasm hit. mick’s hands subconsciously gripped at your legs harder so you were unable to move, and as he did that, he shook his head side to side. his nose was now rubbing intensely against your clit and you stilled as you cried out his name in pleasure, unable to hold back.

mick’s arms released from around your legs and you climbed off of him and to his side with wobbly legs. immediately he wrapped an arm around your hips and you knelt beside him with your hands messing up his hair as he kissed you. “was that good?” he asked, his forehead pressing into yours softly as he caught breath, and when you nodded he smiled, slipping his tongue past your lips so you could taste yourself.

“so good i can barely think,” you admitted, embarrassed at how much you were stroking his ego, “anymore where that came from?”

“why don’t you guide me to the bedroom and i can show you plenty, pretty girl.”

you obliged, practically jumping off the sofa and snagging mick’s hand so you could drag him to your bedroom down the hall. he admired the innocence within it — the fairy lights pinned up around the edges of floating shelves, the photo frame of you and what looked to be your family and blue on the bedside table, a TV mounted to the corner of the bedroom between two walls, endless fluffy blankets on the bed and the open closet door which showed the tiniest hint of mess you’d tried to hide before he arrived.

he kissed you, backing you up against the wall closest, and as he did you reached your hand down to his crotch. his dick was already hard in his jeans, and he was fighting all urges to push you down to your knees already. you wasted no time, dipping your hand into the waistband of his sweats and feeling the skin to skin contact of his dick in your hand, a feeling which made him gasp sharply. he pulled off his shirt, and when you saw the flex of his abdomen your knees almost buckled, but you kept composure. his hands then came to the straps of your bodysuit, and as he’d already undone the poppers earlier on, it made for an easy pull. he reached around and unclasped your bra, and for a minute he stood there admiring your boobs in his hands with a smirk on his face. you squeezed at his dick and moved your lips to suck a hickey on the underside of his chin as he fondled your chest.

“jesus christ,” he muttered, but before he could say his next part of the sentence, you were already dropping to your knees. you helped him shimmy out of his sweats, pulling his calvins down along with them and when you came face to face with his dick you sucked in a breath.

mick watched you with his lips parted slightly as you wrapped your mouth around his dick, carefully bobbing your head and working your fingers around what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

you knew if there was one thing you were good at in the bedroom — it was giving a blowjob. mick’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as you took him to the back of your throat and held him there for a few moments before your throat contracted around him and you gagged.

“fuck, do that again,” he said, already lining his dick up with the back of your throat. “fucking hell.”

“what happened to please and thank you’s?” you asked, muffled, as you pulled off of his dick for the second time. mick smirked, and pulled you up from your elbows, pecking a kiss to your lips multiple times.

“okay,” he breathed, “please let me fuck you senseless.”

your cheeks burned hot, not expecting mick to ask a question like that, and all you could do was nod.

“thank you,” he smiled cheekily, knowing he’d caught you off guard in the situation.

immediately, he guided you to the bed and you sunk down between the sheets, and the atmosphere around you both grew to an exceptionally hot temperature. mick fumbled with the zipper on your skirt and rid it of your body before spreading your legs with his knees as he leaned over you, his toned body looking exceptional in the low light of your bedroom.

you leaned your hand down and grabbed at his cock, and mick groaned at the feeling. "do you have anything?"

"mhm," you shifted, pointing in the direction of the bedside table, "there's half a pack in my drawer."

mick kissed your lips again before leaning around to find the box. you ran your free hand down his abdomen, admiring the toned muscle above you. he pulled one from the box, and delicately ripped it open and you rolled the condom on for him.

mick noticed a change in your breath, and he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. "we don't have to do this," he kissed your nose and gently pinched your cheek with his thumb and forefinger, "we can watch a movie or something."

"i wanna do it," you smiled, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips, "i just find it hard to believe that we only met like what? twelve hours ago and now you're about to fuck me."

mick laughed. he felt the same way too, this was so out of character for him but something about you drew him in like a magnet, "i'll make it a fuck to remember, don't worry, sweetheart."

he lined himself up with you, and you held the base of his dick to guide him inside of you. with every inch, you sucked in a breath that got deeper and deeper, he was filling you up so perfectly.

"oh, fuck, mick." you cried, wrapping a hand around his neck.

"i know, angel," he groaned lowly, followed by a soft moan, "god, you're so tight."

he began to pick up speed, snapping his hips against yours in fast fashion. you couldn't help but moan, and you got louder when he dipped his head to your chest and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth.

with every thrust, you could feel the pit in your stomach but you wanted to hold off for as long as possible. mick's left hand hooked under your right knee, and he used his strength to push it up until it was as high as it could get without any discomfort for you.

the angle of which he was fucking you was different now, and you threw your head back and began to mumble incoherent profanities. he pulled off of your nipples with a pop, and figured he'd use your neck to his advantage.

"god, you're so fucking hot underneath me like this," he said, his words lining up with each thrust. mick's hand wrapped around your neck, and almost immediately you moaned at the contact. he restricted your airflow for a few seconds before releasing his thumb and pinky from either side, and then smirked. "so responsive, even when my hands around your fuckin' throat."

he somehow managed to rest your calf on his shoulder, and used it for leverage, squeezing at the flesh as he used it as a balance to fuck you faster and deeper.

you let out garbled and strangled noises, and through all the chaos he somehow understood that you were asking him for more. "open that pretty little mouth for me then, darling," he said, his thrusts slowly starting to fall out of rhythm. immediately you did as you were told and he patted your cheek, "good girl."

you made a whimpering noise at that, and mick stuffed the memory away into his metaphorical back pocket for the next time you two would meet in this situation.

at first, the way mick leaned down you expected him to kiss you, but then you felt a trickle of spit land on your tongue and slide down into your throat. a loud, almost pornographic moan left your lips, and mick repeated the action.

his hand released from your throat, and this time he pushed your left leg out as far as it could go and held it there; meaning you'd undoubtedly have bruises on both legs from his fingers tomorrow.

"'m gonna cum, mick," you cried, your throat so dry it came out more like a croak, "i can feel it."

"hold it," he demanded, "you cum when i tell you to."

mick's hips really began to fall out of rhythm as you clenched around him, and he was unable to hold back his orgasm. "cum for me, princess," was all he had to say before the both of you came in sync.

he dropped your leg down carefully from his shoulder, and after a minute he pulled out of you and flopped down beside you, almost heaving for breath. you admired him as he pulled off the condom and tied it off, dropping it into the bin beside him.

"that was fun," he smiled, brushing the hair from your face as he turned to face you, "and you still look beautiful."

"thanks, so do you," you stifled a yawn, "we should do this again soon."

your eyes felt heavy by this point, and you were so exhausted that you forgot to thank mick as he pulled the covers from underneath you and slid you in. it wasn't until you threw it off of you that he realised you wanted him to get under as well.

"we will do it again, Y/N, but i think you should go to sleep now."

"mhm," you agreed sleepily. for a minute, you thought mick was going to leave you, so you wrapped an arm around his chest and placed your head beside his shoulder to stop him. "but stay with me tonight, please?"

he kissed your forehead and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, "i'm not going anywhere, gorgeous girl."

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mrs-dr-reid · 1 year

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Taking inspiration from this post I saw on my dash from @boldlyvoid:

I’m gonna tell you what color a handful of my comfort characters remind me of, but will provide no explanation as to why. (I agree with the characters and color associations she mentions, so they won’t be covered here)

1. Evan Buckley from 9-1-1 is a marigold yellow

2. Steve Harrington is like an olive green

3. Wanda Maximoff is like a pastel red. Not a full crimson, but soft like a little bit of pink is mixed into it to make it blushier

4. Matt Murdock is like baby kitten grey

5. Peter Parker in any form is baby blue, be it Toby Peter, Andrew Peter, or Tom Peter

6. Benedict Bridgerton is indigo

7. Remus Lupin is chocolate brown

8. Harry Potter is like Heineken bottle green (if you’ve ever seen a Heineken bottle you know what I mean)

9. Newt Scamander is like a rich lapis lazuli blue

10. And Percy Jackson is seafoam green

No I will not elaborate

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My Personal Spencer Reid Headcanons

Part 1/?

The only things he knows how to cook before meeting you are Ramen and Box Mac and Cheese (and even then he still isn't very good at it)

He memorizes all of your clothing sizes so he can just tell people right off the bat for gift-giving purposes (or for him to get you things *wink wonk*) instead of having to ask you first

He genuinely enjoys hearing you talk, so he’ll ask questions that trigger info-dump sessions on purpose just to hear you ramble on about whatever hyper-fixation he asked you about, because you always do the same thing for him

He is ENDLESSLY fascinated by makeup, so if you’re the type of person who wears/knows how to do makeup, he will sit and just watch you do your makeup, occasionally asking what a product is for or what techniques you’re using

The books on his bookshelf are organized via the Dewey Decimal System, and you buy him a label maker for that express purpose so he can label the space on the shelf instead of having to put a bulky lamination on all of his books

Despite never wearing matching socks, all of his socks are organized by color (you helped him get divided drawer inserts for that)

He does not know and cannot for the life of him figure out how to play Snaps, Black Magic, or any of those other weird mind-numbing camp games, which you always laugh at him for whether you know how to play them or not

He can successfully fold a fitted sheet because his arms are so long, and it endlessly pisses off everybody

He still doesn't know how to use chopsticks

He dotes upon you whenever it's your time of the month, because he hates it when you don't feel good and he wants to help you feel better

Even though he tries his best to avoid germs, when he does get sick, he's the biggest man-baby imaginable and you have to drop everything to take care of him (even though you'd do that if he WASN'T a man-baby)

You somehow convince him to read Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, The Maze Runner, The Hunger Games, and all those other fantasy/dystopian fiction novels for kids and young adults, and even though he tries to act all cool and say they weren't as good as Chaucer or Vonnegut, he actually really enjoyed them

He sucks at remembering to drink water, so you have to get him an obnoxiously neon colored water bottle so he'll remember to use it

The only form of exercise he can do well and for a prolonged period of time is sit-ups, so he has pretty decent abs

He had no idea how to properly care for his wild curls until you came along and helped him research how to do it best

He likes podcasts, specifically ones about books, movies, and tv shows, but he does have a select few true crime podcasts that he likes to listen to, even though he's very familiar with most of the cases they discuss

He only gets an iPhone so he can receive pictures and videos of his godsons from JJ and Derek, and eventually so you can send him pictures and videos of your sons and/or daughters (also for certain word and math puzzle games that you download for him when he first gets it)

He really likes the home organizing shows they have on Netflix, and once you came home to find him Marie Kondo-ing the entire apartment

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My Personal Matt Murdock Headcanons

Part 1/?

(And yes. I have discussed a handful of these with my beloved moot @leossmoonn before)

Due to his enhanced senses, he knows the perfect time to flip a pancake, never burns anything, always makes the most perfect toast, and he always kills flies on the first try

As much as he pretends to hate it because it’s kinda blasphemous, one of his favorite songs is Take Me To Church by Hozier. He also really likes Devil’s Advocate by The Neighborhood and (don’t tell anybody) Paper Rings by Taylor Swift

He’s really good with kids. Like, unnaturally good. Like, you’ll walk into a room and see him regaling your nephews with stories of Battlin’ Jack Murdock, or all of your nieces doing their best to put his hair in ponytails or “forcing” him to sing Disney songs with them (and melting when he actually gets really into it)

The most chivalrous little shit on earth. Always opening doors for you, pulling your chair out for you when you go out to eat, helping you out of taxis, kissing the back of your hand, shit like that. Simply because he loves hearing the heat rush to your cheeks

He’s annoyingly good at hide and seek, at least from a seeking standpoint because of his super weirdness. He can’t hide worth a damn, because he’s almost six feet tall and not that flexible, so he ends up trying to hide behind the big plant in your living room and you can just barely see the tiniest bit of his fluffy hair peeking out over the top of it

He’s a complete pansy when it comes to spicy food or strong flavors. The only spicy things he can kind of handle are Hot Cheetos or Takis, and even after those he has to chug like half a gallon of milk

He’s surprisingly good with animals. Like, say you’re at a petting zoo for a younger relative’s birthday party. You’ll end up finding him in some obscure corner of the animal pen with a baby goat fast asleep in his arms. Or if you’re at a family member’s house for a holiday and they happen to have a dog or a cat, you can bet the second he sits down that animal is going to make themselves at home on his lap or around his shoulders. It’s even funnier if the dog that picks him as their dog bed is huge, like you just walk into the living room to find him being borderline smothered by a very self-satisfied fully grown Great Pyrenees

His favorite times of year are the beginning of spring when all the flowers and trees are blooming, and the holidays because of all the yummy baked treats you’re constantly making that make the whole apartment smell like a real deal bakery

He can’t bring himself to go within 50 feet of a Bath and Bodywork’s or a Yankee Candle because of all the competing robust aromas, so he’ll just tell you what candle or bath product he’d like, because he physically can’t go near either of those stores without getting a wicked headache

After a particularly rough night out on patrol, you’ll most likely find him on the couch cocooned inside a weighted blanket with his expensive noise cancelling headphones over his ears, because sometimes the only way he can get calm enough to meditate is if he can’t hear anything and he doesn’t have any outside stimulation

He loves audio books, especially the ones where the narrator uses different voices to distinguish what character is speaking. Knowing this, you buy him the Harry Potter audiobooks, and it’s safe to say they quickly become his favorite because Stephen Fry is the MVP of character voices

Because his senses are so refined, you, Foggy, and Karen come up with a game where you give him five of the same thing but from different places or brands (like four black coffees from four different coffee joints and one homemade or five pints of vanilla ice cream from five different brands) to see if he can tell the difference between them. Annoyingly enough, he can, and it pisses you guys off to no end

He memorizes the heartbeats and walking patterns of the people he cares about (aka you, Foggy, and Karen), so he can pick you guys out of a crowd of thousands and instantly tell when there’s something wrong be it your heart rate is slightly irregular, your walking pace is accelerated, or god forbid you have a slight limp

Much like Anakin Skywalker, he can’t really handle the texture of sand (of course you quote that one scene whenever he mentions it just to mess with him), so he’s not the biggest fan of the beach. Then one year for a vacation you take him to your relative’s condo in Coquina Beach, Florida, and the second he feels how soft the sand is, he changes his mind about beaches, and you two decide to try and find the beach with the softest sand in the world

He loves it when you wear his clothes, especially his old Columbia sweatshirts or tees. Once when he came home, you were wearing one of his white work button ups and no pants, and he just about lost his remaining five marbles

He unironically loves VeggieTales, especially the Silly Songs with Larry. You’ve caught him humming “Oh Where is My Hairbrush?” to himself while he’s getting ready for work too many times for it to be a coincidence

He has a really good singing voice, but he only ever busts it out at a karaoke bar after a few too many whiskeys, and yet he still sounds coherent when you drunkenly usher him onto the stage. Once he sang “Hold Me While You Wait” by Lewis Capaldi, and the entire female population within the bar (and a couple of dudes, tbh) basically melted into the floor, because he has no business having the voice of an angel when he’s drunk off his ass

He likes going to museums with you that specialize in your niche interests just to hear you infodump to him about the stuff you already know and the new stuff you learn while you’re there, because he loves listening to your voice in any context

30 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

I Swear

(A Spencer Reid Fic)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Platonic-ish Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader decides to clean the apartment, but she finds something of Spencer's that she was never supposed to see

Genre: Pretty angsty right in the middle, but it gets sweet and fluffy at the end, I promise

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of Spencer's no-no juice arc, mentions of the circumstances that CAUSED said no-no juice arc, crying, general ouchies.

A/N: This is for @imagining-in-the-margins' Roommate Challenge. I apologize in advance for any pain this may cause. And this is post-finale, but Reader doesn't meet Spencer until around the middle of Season 13, so she isn't fully aware of all the crap our favorite boi went through

Word Count: 1121

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When Y/N set out on her spring cleaning mission, she was not expecting it to end in tears. Well, she usually doesn't expect anything to end in tears, but especially not tidying up her shared apartment with her best friend.

Y/N is the owner of a very small and homey second-hand bookstore that just so happened to be Spencer Reid's very favorite place to go when he needed to de-stress after a rough day at work. One day while he was in about two and a half years ago, she helped him find a book he was looking for, they struck up a conversation, and they've been friends ever since.

About 6 months ago, Y/N's apartment building got condemned for a multitude of health and safety violations, and she didn't have anywhere else to go because all the apartments available for rent were too far away from her shop. She vented all of her frustrations to Spencer when he came into the shop that day, and he very generously offered to let her live with him in his apartment.

Anyways, Spencer was off at Quantico for what he assured her was only going to be a cut-and-dry paperwork day, so she decided to get some cleaning done, because between him being an avid reader, her making a living collecting and selling second-hand books, and both of them working so much, the apartment was starting to resemble a small post-apocalyptic library.

She reorganized the two large bookshelves (one for him and one for her), scrubbed the kitchen counters until they were spotless, emptied the fridge of any spoiled food, and wiped down all the surfaces in the bathroom. And she had to admit to herself that she did a pretty good job at making the apartment look habitable again.

Then Y/N started cleaning up the floors of her and Spencer's bedrooms so she could vacuum, and while she was picking up all of the mismatched socks strewn about in Spencer's room, she knelt down to make sure there wasn't anything under his bed, and she found a small wooden box with a clasp on it. She dumped all the socks into his hamper (while reminding herself to start on laundry later), then grabbed the box from under the bed to investigate.

She sat on the end of his bed, then undid the clasp and opened the box to find three small glass vials filled with clear liquid. Y/N's eyebrows furrowed, then she picked up one of the vials and turned it around to read the label. She almost dropped the box when she read the word "dilaudid" on the little sticker, and tears started coming to her eyes. Y/N knew that Spencer had been through a lot from when she first became friends with him, but she had no idea that he'd had these kind of issues, and that was probably on purpose on Spencer's part.

The front door opened, and she heard Spencer call out, "Y/N/N? I'm home!", so she used all of her resolve to contain more tears and slowly left his room while holding the little box. He hadn't noticed her come out of the room, and he continued hanging up his jacket while saying, "Hey, did you clean the apartment? It looks great! You know you didn't have to do that ri-...?", but he cut himself off when he saw Y/N standing in the living room with tear streaks on her face holding the object he hadn't even thought about in almost 3 years.

Spencer's face immediately fell, and he said, "You were never supposed to see that," which only made Y/N want to cry even more. She tried to fight it, but she broke down sobbing, and had to grab the back of the couch to stop herself from sinking onto the floor, because she knew that if she did, it would break Spencer's heart even more.

Spencer ran forward, gently took the box from her hands, then scooped her into his arms bridal style before carrying her to the couch and sat down with her. Y/N buried her face in his neck and cried harder than when her family had to send the dog they had since she was four across the Rainbow Bridge right before she graduated from high school, and Spencer could feel tears welling up in his eyes as well, because he'd never imagined seeing her this broken up over him.

After she had calmed down a little, she whispered, "Why didn't you tell me?", so he replied, "Because I didn't want you to see me as some fragile broken former addict. I just wanted you to see me as Spencer, the guy who nabs all the good books from your store before anyone else can get them, the guy who makes you watch Doctor Who with him all the time, the guy who teases you for not being able to handle Indian food, just... your Spence," his voice breaking at the very end.

Y/N looked up at him and said, "You'd still be my Spence if you had told me. Your past mistakes don't define the kind of person you are," before wiping her eyes and letting out a tiny sniffle. Spencer nodded and said, "It's a long story, but I know you won't judge me now, so... here goes nothing," with tears in his eyes.

He told her his whole story, about Tobias Hankle and his multiple personalities, about his kidnapping, about his struggle with substances, and about how ten years of sobriety were ripped from him when he was drugged and framed for murder in Mexico, and Y/N listened intently the whole time.

When he was finished, she asked, "And the box I found under your bed?", so he said, "I haven't even thought about it since before we met. I've been sober again for almost 3 years, and I'm not planning on giving that up again anytime soon, I swear," which made her smile before throwing her arms around him in a tight hug. He hugged her back, then kissed the top of her head before saying, "Thank you for being my friend," so she squeezed him even tighter and said, "Thank you for being mine," and they just stayed like that for a while.

Y/N said, "Wanna watch Doctor Who?", and he said, "I swear you can read minds sometimes," before grabbing the remote off the coffee table and going into HBO Max. Y/N snuggled into his side, and they watched the show peacefully for a few hours before falling asleep that way on the couch, more in sync than they ever have been before.

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54 notes - Posted March 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

My Personal Eddie Munson Headcanons

Part 1/?

He always has you do his eyeliner before his shows with Coroded Coffin because he insists he’s terrible at it, but he really just likes how you sit on his lap and hold his face while you do it

This little shit is the biggest gentleman on the planet, and you wanna punch him in his stupid perfect face because of it. Always helps you step over puddles, always gives you his hand to get out of his van, and you haven’t opened a door for yourself when you’re with him since you first started dating

He tries to teach you how to play the electric guitar, but you’re horrendous at it. He has more luck with acoustic though, and when you get good enough to sing and play at the same time, he loses his shit because he taught you that and you’re amazing

This man is such a cuddle monster. Like, his 5’10” ass koalas around you the second you’re in bed or on the couch, and he buries his face in your neck to be as close to you as he possibly can (he’s only the littlest bit touch starved)

He has no idea how to react when you compliment him. He’s so used to being insulted and called awful names by all the douchebags at school, that when you brush hair away from his face and say “You have the prettiest eyes, Eddie”, he frickin melts like a popsicle on the 4th of July

He pretended to be annoyed by it at first, but now he openly loves it when you play with his hair and put braids in it and all that jazz

He loves it when you lay on his chest while he’s reading or sit on his lap while he’s writing out a new campaign for the Hellfire boys. He especially loves it when you ask him to read to you or offer up ideas about what bullshit to put the boys through at the next Hellfire meeting

He takes Will under his wing the second he meets him and makes him his Junior Dungeon Master. They combine forces and make the most elaborate campaign either of them have ever made based on their escapades with the Upside Down stuff. They even manage to get Max, Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Jonathan to design characters for it and play through it

He and the other Hellfire boys give you their old dice sets when they get all beat up and worn out so you can make crafts with them. Every member of Hellfire has a bracelet you made them with their respective dice sets, and they treasure everything you make them with every fiber of their beings

He’s really good at climbing trees. Like, you can blink and the dumbass is halfway to the top of the tree already. He says it’s because he likes to see the town from a different view point, but you know he just likes to show off

Metal may be his main wheelhouse, but he secretly loves Cyndi Lauper. You’ve caught him singing “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” in the shower on numerous occasions, but you never say anything about it

This man can’t keep his hands to himself worth any type of damn. He always has an arm around your waist or around your shoulders, always holding your hand, or he has his arms wrapped around your middle from behind while he presses kisses against your neck. He’s a leg man too, but y’all can jump to your own conclusions there

He taught himself how to knit once when he was stuck at home with chicken pox, and now you and the Hellfire boys have a collection of scarves, hats, and mittens he’s made for you, and they actually do a good job of keeping you warm in the winter months

He has a rock collection that he started way back in third grade, and everytime he finds a cool rock, he takes it home and puts it in a big Tupperware tub he nicked from the kitchen when he was little and first started his collection

He makes guitar pick necklaces from random abandoned picks he finds in the parking lot behind The Hideout, and he gives them to the people he cares about. So you have about 13 different ones, his uncle has a handful of them, and the Hellfire boys all have one or two

He begrudgingly allowed you to paint his nails black once, but then he realized he looked kinda cool, so now he always asks you to do them for him

He gave you one of his rings on a chain as a sort of promise ring situation because your fingers are too small to actually wear it

He secretly loves the movie Dirty Dancing, but nobody else besides you is allowed to know that, because he thinks it’s embarrassing. You think it’s cute though, and you always tell him “I’ll be the Baby to your Johnny any day, Eds”, which makes him blush

70 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

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