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powderblueblood · 2 months

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Can we please talk about the Jonathan of it all? I love that lacy had the tiniest thing for him before nancy had him all spellbound (no hate to my girl nancy. She can't help it that her pussy pop's severely or however that meme goes) lacy likes herself a weirdo and I am right there with her. I want to ask, she mentions they went out on one date and you mention it a bit but was it really a date or something she, for lack of a better word, tricked him in to? because we both know he wouldn't have asked her out and I'm completely unsure if she'd even utter the word 'date' to him because it might have spooked him or had him thinking she was trying to pull something on him. Basically I want to know how you think lacy would have gotten him to agree to even meet in the park because as stated in a later chapter, he's pretty hard to get a hold of. sorry I'm fixating on this one part. it's just, idk i really liked that lacy saw something in him and went as far as she did to pursue him, you know?

never apologize for fixating in my inbox EVER, that's what this place is for. this dynamic is so secretly special to me. i honestly think if things were different and lacy didn't need a motormouth like munson to rev her engine up and bring her to life out of sheer annoyance, there would be a strong dair energy between her and jonathan. he appealed to something very real within her; he's sweet and thoughtful and sweet and thoughtful are in short supply. the following is how lacy and jonathan ended up standing elbow-to-elbow in main street vinyl that fateful summer. written in the third person because i thought, why not, fun. part of the hellfire & ice universe

HAWKINS, INDIANA. JULY 1982-ISH, SOMETHING LIKE THAT.

Dear reader,

Summer makes us pliable, I think. It makes us liquid and wanting. We've hit record temperatures this July, and even the best conditioned of places feel like they're warping. I find myself spilling over into things I usually wouldn't, looking over people's shoulders to peer into how they're handling the heat. Anything to break the monotony of Carol's/gas station/Lover's Lake/Skull Rock/substitute as appropriate.

I'm not finding anything interesting. Or didn't. Until today.

TRACK ONE - MARQUEE MOON by TELEVISION.

The weather that day was too heavy for the sky to hold, and Lacy's sour mood with everyone was too heavy to gloss out. She peeled her car out of the rocky bank at Lover's Lake and may have nipped Harrington's on the way, humidity fogging over her spatial awareness.

No one bothered to poke holes in Lacy's flimsy excuse for leaving, which she kind of resented--in fact, she was kind of resenting the grand dearth in attention she was getting. Cass on Mikey, Carol on Tommy, Tina chasing Steve, Derek pouring over Nicole, but no one quite zeroing in on her. The boys would shoot a stolen glance her way when her shirt and shorts came off, a momentary and forbidden distraction from whatever they were supposed to be locked into.

She's gorgeous, sure. And she knows it, of course. But not gorgeous enough to latch onto, it seems. Nothing of substance there. Lacy was bored to distraction herself.

Once she hit the throbbing, melting concrete of Hawkins' main drag again, she parked a couple of blocks away from the record store, figuring it would do no good to hitch her car right out front. Even if no one was looking for her. Lacy was a girl made of buffers and alibis, pushing the heavy glass door open just as the lightning cracks overhead. It announced her arrival in a way she could have done without.

The clerk, Jerry, a man made up of mostly Groucho Marx facial hair with bifocals perched on top, regarded her with a half-second glance. Lacy patted her perspiring brow as delicately as possible and wound her way towards the 'T's. She had a riff caught in her head that the darkening sky inspired, with all that threatening rain and achy rumbles of thunder, and she needed to exorcise it. It wasn't something she could do in the grand privacy of her own bedroom, because this was a purchase she hadn't smuggled home yet.

Plucking the record out and looking to the listening booths with a satisifed quirk of her lips, Lacy caught Jonathan Byers' dark, serious, brow-knit stare the very second before he thought to snap back around. His headphones skewed against his dull brown hair in a way she knew should have disgusted her. Pavlovian, Lacy waited for her learned reaction to kick in; a lurch, an ew, Byers, what a weirdo! squeeze of the abdominal muscles but... nothing. Nothing happened.

Like she'd left the part of herself that knew how to perform that back at the lake with the others.

Whatever.

The listening booth beside Jonathan Byers stood free. His spine visibly stiffened as she stepped up to his right, picking up the headphones and putting the needle down. The perspex between them was stained heavily, browned blotches of nicotine from decades past, but still transparent enough to see through. And Lacy could feel Jonathan's stare again, beady and judging and zeroing in on the vinyl cover as she flipped it over in her careful hands.

Confusion teemed off him in waves, prompting her to feel something-- a kind of smug indulgence in the notion that he might be thinking, What the fuck is Lacy Doevski doing listening to Television?

Smugger still that if he were to tell anyone, no one would ever believe him.

TRACK TWO - HERE SHE COMES NOW by THE VELVET UNDERGROUND.

Jonathan doesn't spend any time thinking about people like Lacy Doevski, and he means that. Not a flitting fantasy of oh, what would it be like to have the glaring sun of someone so popular shone upon him, nothing like that. Kid's a realist, okay? He knows that people like Lacy are not even worth entertaining the thought--plus, she's mean. As kindergarten as it sounds, he about as much mean in his life as he can handle, thank you very much.

But there's something about a person encroaching on your space, especially in summertime. Was it not for the perspex, they'd be elbow-to-elbow at the listening booths of Main Street Vinyl. And due to the Byers' shot air conditioning with no fix in budget and therefore in sight, he comes here every day to avail of those big box fans. So, unfortunately, does Lacy.

Doesn't she have a state of the art unit she could be sitting in front of, blasting cold air and listening to all these records that she can definitely afford but never ends up buying in the privacy of her own plush Loch Nora home? Why does she hang around here with a soft sheen of perspiration on her forehead that she has to keep shyly dabbing at? Irritably flipping her hair as she tries to subtly spy what he's listening to?

She's not as smooth as she thinks she is.

Why did she roll her eyes and smile a little when she spotted the copy of White Light/White Heat he was listening to? Why did she swap out what she was spinning for a copy of The Velvet Underground & Nico?

Why did Jonathan kind of smile back?

TRACK THREE - FEAR IS A MAN'S BEST FRIEND by JOHN CALE.

Shutting up feels good in a place like this.

Not that Lacy doesn't thrive off the empty caloric intake of a good gossip, but a break in the buzz became more and more adored. And this wordless game of record chicken she'd taken to playing with Jonathan Byers...

Well, how does one explain that without coming across as cruel? Fact was, she was having fun with it and a huge portion of that pie was because Jonathan was so far out in the social hinterlands that it would never blow back on her. No one would ever accuse Lacy of having freak-loving tendencies because no one would ever care to notice Jonathan in the presence of someone like her. He was younger and he was quiet. He had a busted up family, of course, no one found that too interesting. He didn't parade himself around as a paragon of oddity like some people did, like that Munson kid did. He was just... nobody. And for a while, so was she, and it didn't feel entirely terrifying.

The two of them fell into this strange, silent rhythm, where it appeared to the naked eye that they were just two distant classmates standing next to one another in this stuffy record store.

But Jonathan's nose would wrinkle if she was listening to something he didn't recognize, and he'd tug at the hair behind his ear if he did. Jonathan's nose was always a little oily and a soft waft of body odor escaped under his deodorant as he passed her in the stacks-- yet, none of these imperfections triggered that habitual repulsion that they ought to. That they would have, if school was still in session. Instead, Lacy began to feel this animalic pull toward them.

It was as if she immediately started to try and sniff him out each time she entered the store.

And Lacy being Lacy, the pull made her want to push back. Threaten it. Break the unspoken covenant they had and see what Jonathan would do. Boredom with your life begets a thing like that, you see. So, she lifted her needle off John Cale, curved her fingers around the stained plastic that separated them and said, "I love Linda Thompson's voice, don't you?"

He'd never directly met her eyes before then.

"You wh-- sorry?"

TRACK FOUR - SUGAR ON MY TONGUE by THE TALKING HEADS.

Jonathan's a good judge of character. You have to be, with a father like Lonnie and a mother like Joyce. You have to know how to spot someone who's an asshole or someone on the verge of a breakdown from a few hundred miles away. You have to know the difference between good company and bad; Jonathan's skilled at that. Just, so far, seems that the only good company in Hawkins is his own.

Until. Well. Listen.

Lacy kind of made the lines blur.

He couldn figure out if she was fucking with him or not.

Instinct told him that she was; that this was some big elaborate plot to humiliate him somehow, because something like that always seems to be lurking around the corner for him. But the way she smoothed the arch out of her brow when she spoke to him--bitesized sentences, Bagel Bites of conversation--made Jonathan edge closer to that dangerous maybe not.

And they only ever talked about music.

Lacy did most of the heavy lifting, with Jonathan too struck to offer anything beyond a single-word affirmation or a strangled smile over the alarm bells that kept ringing in his head. She kept going, however, saying these incredibly clever, snipped, almost curated things that made Jonathan notice the shape of her mouth.

"...and I actually have that. I could make you a tape."

Jonathan's finger twisted into the wire of his headphones. "Oh, you don't-- I actually, I have this one too."

"Oh."

What was he talking about? That copy of Talking Heads: 77 that he's played to death but couldn't find for the life of him, not in the deepest recesses of his bedroom? The fact that it was missing brought about crazy feelings of self betrayal because that thing was one of Jonathan's prized possessions. Not least of all because it came out the same year he turned ten; same year Lonnie made him shoot a rabbit, same year he proved to Lonnie that he'd never be the man his father wanted him to be.

"Um, no, actually," Jonathan said, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I lost it, actually. My copy." Say actually one more time, buddy. "But you don't have to."

Lacy gave him a look that was solid and confident, one he almost recognized from the real-her, the one that existed in the spaces outside this record store. This looked more genuine, though. Like there was light behind her eyes.

"I want to," she said, "I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to."

TRACK FIVE - PABLO PICASSO by THE MODERN LOVERS.

"Meet me in the park at off Maple at like... midday?" Lacy knew how it sounded, so she gave him a shrug, one so characteristic and comforting to her. Sliding responsibility right off the curve of one shoulder. "Or don't. It's up to you. But that's where I'll be."

And if she's confessional honest, she hadn't expected him to come. To breach containment of the bubble they'd created in the listening booths, hogging them away from the other patrons of the store. It was safe there, where they didn't have to exchange pleasantries like how are you or what's new, where things were abstracted yet so incredibly personal because this, this, music was one of her secret vestiges that she didn't share with anyone.

To bring it out in the light like this, in the pollen-filled field, to a pockmarked picnic table, meant Lacy was risking it.

Most of her knew that a thing like this couldn't survive being outside it's stuffy, soundtracked bell jar. But the little flicker that thought, dangerously, maybe burned bright in her. In some long neglected place.

"Hey."

"Oh, hi."

Summer makes you pliable. Makes you want to try anything.

It had that effect on Jonathan too, because he showed. But Jonathan shies away from the light; even sitting with Lacy in the shade, the farthest he could position himself from her, he squinted and hunched and looked all apologetic about it. Lacy couldn't hack through the awkwardness with a chainsaw, one she wanted so desperately to rev and scream,

DO YOU LIKE ME OR HAVE I BEEN WASTING MY TIME? I THINK YOU'RE NICE. NO ONE'S NICE. I SHOWED YOU SOMETHING NO ONE ELSE GETS TO SEE. SHOULD WE TRY SOMETHING? DO YOU READ ME?

Everything is that serious when you're sixteen.

The pirated tape of Talking Heads: 77 sat between them on the bench, and Nancy Wheeler crested the hill with a dog on a leash, and Lacy watched as Jonathan's eyes opened. His shoulders relaxed some and his face took on a faintness of a glow she had recognized, because Steve Harrington had looked at Nancy that very same way a couple of weeks back.

Not a look of distraction. Because they were in the real world now.

Spell broken, bubble popped. The shame that she would ever be so stupid to try something like this blew through her like a harsh gust, snuffing out the hope-- because no matter what she does, what she chances to reveal to boys like Jonathan who operate with a sweetness, who need coaxing, there'll always be kinder. There'll always be better. There'll always be Wheeler.

#powder room talk #Anonymous #this took me forever to write and i must apologize but i hope you enjoy my love #j. byers by powder #jonathan byers x oc #hai brainrot #lacy doevski #blurbs #published by powder #stranger things fic #l. doevski by powder

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blackjack-15 · 4 months

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okay i'm back 6 hours of sleep later

i'm still galled at claire having her friend say "we were together for 5 years and he never even cooked me dinner" and claire's response being "you deserve better. no one's ever made me dinner before"

no one -- i think it's gelled by getting more sleep than i have all week, so i'm a little more normal now -- no one talks like this in the show. the bear prides itself on very naturalistic dialogue. hesitation markers, people talking over each other, misspeaking, correcting themselves -- it's an intensely naturalistic approach to dialogue, and it makes the world feel very cohesive. it's worldbuilding in the most integral way. it's not there for "realism", it's there to create the world that the characters operate within

claire does not talk like this.

claire says stuff like "because you're the bear, and i remember you" in a supermarket at night. claire says stuff like "speaking of dead brothers, do you want to go to a party?" when a man is talking about how he enjoys talking about his brother's memory. claire says stuff like "you deserve better. no one's ever made me dinner before" when her friend is sobbing over a 5-year relationship ending.

claire speaks like she's on a CW show and has no idea that she's not.

and since the writers and directors are good and purposeful and consistent? this is on purpose. she's supposed to feel Outside of the show, and it's not because she's Exceptional. it's because she's a distraction.

anyway.

tina's killing it, she looks great, she sounds great

and gee i wonder why the song is about supporting and loving someone who needs them by their side...it's ebra, yes, most texturally, but...syd's sitting there at the bear, trying to do plates and menu, and she needs her partner

it's character work, and carmy's going through it. but i'm gonna love seeing those two come back together. it feels like a string stretched too tight for comfort

oh carmy...he is not logan but he's gonna pretend!

CARM'S PERFORMER SIDE COMES OUT

"that's the thing about logan. he doesn't give a f//k"

it's amazing how much easier he finds it to talk -- and how much charisma he has -- when he's not buried under the weight of being Carmen Berzatto. if there's one thing i've noticed over and over throughout this show, it's that carmy's at his best when there's no spotlight shining over him -- when he's not mikey's not-dead brother, or 'the bear', or Chef Carmen, or anything else; those quiet moments he's cooking with syd in the kitchen and no one else is around, when he's talking with marcus outside behind the beef, when he can finally hash things out with sugar on the floor of the office, when he's sitting in the car or basement with richie talking about life

"i got really good at managing sad, drunk people" "yeah i know that feeling" "i know you do" if this girl could have one EFFING emotional beat without making it all about herself, i would cheer.

"guess i missed this college thing, huh" AND THE SUBTEXT BECOMES TEXT. this whole thing is a glorified high school/college party. fireworks, drinking, i'm guessing a handful of drugs in the mix, crying drunks, the whole nine yards

carmy in a lot of ways skipped from kid brother to executive chef, emotionally, and what he's missing is, like in the last episode, being out in the world. he's technically speaking the best, the most impressive, and he has a lot of heart in what he cooks, because it's the only language he can reliably use to express what he's feeling.

the result is that he has very little middle ground. he's either spending hours scrubbing a single spot on the floor of the kitchen or he's using a fake identity to entertain at a party. he either comes back to the bear after a long day there to keep working or he disappears from it entirely. he needs balance. and he's not finding it here just yet -- especially not so long as he keeps up this all-or-nothing approach that has let him 1) become one of the best chefs in the world 2) become such an isolated and repressed person that it takes a case of mistaken identity to get him to smile at a party

oh. okay fake number thing? we're going onto another post for this holy crap

#the bear #liveblogging #2X05 #anti claire bear #that tag is getting a workout but the lap's not done yet!

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mechaknight-98 · 4 months

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Gathering act III: Jaheria’s respite

Emma and I space-sifted to the BRIPE warehouse. To my surprise, Dexter and Connor were there.

when Dexter saw me he began to laugh. which made Connor smack him in the torso.

"Sorry, we heard about yesterday." Connor apologized.

I shrugged and said "No big deal"

Emma turned to me and said, "Really you are going to let him get away with that?"

"Well I can take it on the chin and laugh at him the next time he does something dumb or uncouth or I can hold onto it and let it fester. I chose to wait for the next time." I explain

"What if there isn't a next time?" Emma asks disgustedly

I shrug and say "Well then I lose that trade but it's Dexter Eunbi who is constantly telling him stuff about not being dumb or something like that. Which I guess is a roundabout way of saying "There will be something to laugh at later."

Emma groans as we follow her. I got another text from Mina she was asking if I could help her learn commander.

"Sure I can but are you absolutely sure?" I replied

":). I trust your heart and you love the game so it can't be all bad." was the reply. I had just finished typing when we stopped and Emma asked "DID you hear anything I just said?" I turned to her and responded

"So recently Excalibur has resurfaced, and we need the help of the last three people who have interacted with him. Dexter and Connor's experience was the most recent as one of the Knights of the round had him, and you called me here because I had faced the last true wielder."

"How did you get all of that while chatting on the phone?" Emma asked dumbfounded.

"AUDHD I think?" I said questioningly. Emma chuckled.

"Well, I need you all to recover the weapon and bring it here. I will be going to provide support and that's it. If you need me to talk to someone in a "Normal" way I am your girl." Emma explained

"Okay! Works for me." I exclaimed calmly. Dexter and Connor nodded

"Oh and Tj. Please be careful. Astrid expects you in tip-top shape tomorrow." Emma adds

I nod as we all get ready to go to the warp point. after arriving in Colorado Springs, Colorado I get another text from Mina "I am feeling pulled to Red Blue Green...Tina, I think you called it."

I chuckled and replied "Temur, but don't worry I got you." I text back then I add, "My first recommendation is to start small with Arena. I will send you the link. Please don't buy anything." I text back to her. I get a ;) and a "thank you." before I am called on again.

"We have arrived at the edge of the compound where Excalibur is being held," Emma says

I nod and walk out, and I am shocked to see several KKK flags. I turn to Emma who is bursting at the seams with laughter. I turned to the other two presenters and asked if they knew anything about this. They shake their heads profusely. I nod then turn to Emma again.

"Why would you do this?" I question, and at this point, Emma is still beside herself with laughter.

I checked my phone and saw that Mina had downloaded Arena and sent me a screenshot. I groan seeing she bought the starter pack that came with several packs, some gems, and a pet. I groaned as I typed back to her. I sent her ":( I told you not to buy anything."

"But the cute pet. look at him I named him Mocha," she replied

She also shows me all the packs she got just from booting up the game. "I like the animations." she says as she sends me a screen recording of opening one of the packs where she got a "Miirym Sentinel wyrm". I told her that would be an excellent Red Blue Green commander for her. She sent another ":)" Back my way. as we walk further to the last seen area of Excalibur I get another text that reads. another reads "Oh this is a lot harder than I thought it would be." there was another that said "How do you keep all of the mana stuff squared." "Wait this is just math."

I chuckle reading her texts.

"Man who's got you smiling so bright?" Connor asks.

I catch myself falling for Mina again and internally tell my heart to stop it. "Nothing mostly memes," I respond

Dexter laughs and responds. "I know what your meme smile looks like. that wasn't it. Seriously though tell us your secret is safe with us."

Connor nods in agreement but Astrid turns to me and says "I don't agree to any such principle a secret is only safe with the persons it applies to.."

" I guess I can't then" I respond. Emma laughs and then says

"I am kidding. Go on tell them about your crush on Mina"

Connor and Dexter's eyes widen, "What now?

Emma laughs and says "Well Astrid was telling me how interested in learning Commander she was, and how embarrassed Tj was when everyone else watched."

Connor began to stifle his laugh while Dexter fully indulged. I let it slide until I noticed someone was coming our way. I gave them the universal zip and pointed to the lights coming our way. Dexter and I hid. while Connor (who looked close enough to white) and Emma (who was white) didn't.

I watched in terror as one of the people coming was wielding Excalibur.

"Who are you two?" the man said

"Oh, we are recruits," Emma said on her feet. the man in response said

"You lie recruits aren't due for another three weeks. you're here for our sword."

I race out to grab both of them as the man swings Excalibur and a searing flame burns my eyes. I quickly cover my eyes with slime to prevent damage. when the burning has stopped I turn to the two hooded individuals, and rage just consumes me. "BACKBREAKER; SEVER ALL THE TIES. BACKBREAKER; REACH INSIDE AND SEE IF I'M LIVING. BACKBREAKER; EVERY FEAR CONSUMING," I scream before I black out.

When I "came back" I was sitting back in BRIPE's HQ with a very terrified Emma, a relieved Connor, and Dexter. what was surprising was that I had Excalibur in my hand. I looked around for someone to hand it off to. What was scary was when I did so an arm and hand fell off the blade. So I just set the blade down. and started backing up. As I did I bumped into Artio. she looked at me with eyes full of sadness. she lowered herself to my eye level and just gave me a bear hug, and for the first time in several days, I felt at peace.

I felt better over the next few days as I walked back to Astrid's office. Emma was outside the door. she had a disapproving look. she sighed and said"Thank you for saving me. I should have taken the situation more seriously and not teased you. I should have been more focused," I shrug to which she responds "This still changes nothing between us though, but I owe you one." I shrug again "Can you do something besides shrug?"

"Well, what would you like me to do?" I ask

she groans annoyed then says, "Tell me yesterday an aberration and that monster that came out of you was just a bad dream," she pauses and then says, "Yesterday was quite frightening." Emma said with a very uncharacteristically demure tone.

"I wish that were the truth, but Lami-Orochi is always there. I will say it's never that bad though...I guess everything has been getting to me a lot more than I thought." I said contemplative

"I hate that I am going to say this but if you want someone to talk to I am here for you," Emma said. we both looked at each other shocked but instead of teasing her I took the better path and said

"I appreciate it," I say to Emma I hug her which surprises her stiff. after breaking the hug she is frozen at first but hugs me back. After that, I walked into Astrid's office. Astrid was super chipper and bright today.

"Thank you for protecting Emma for me. She told me about the craziness." Astrid says

"Hopefully not too much." I tease

"Only how you defeated the wielder of Excalibur single-handedly as he was trying to burn an entire forest, but what else should she have expected from my bestie who's fought, Titans." Astrid paused before saying "I am sorry again for turning on you, and I just want to thank you again for helping me. is there anything I can do at least to repay...besides the Porsche."

"Um actually if this goes well can you buy Ive's company? I don't like how they're treating their girls." I ask

"Tj. I know you're mad but..." Astrid starts

I cut her off and explained "I am not mad at that...I am mad at the circumstances that brought me here obviously, but what I really don't like is how they went about resolving the issue. No, I will admit I fell for an Idol I got caught up in the fantasy of it working out the worst mistake any K-pop fan could make. I made a mistake and it won't happen again...however, I would like for you to take care of Ive since their own company won't."

"Always the hero." Astrid teases

"I guess. Let's get to work." I say

Astrid nodded and I got another text from Mina who was playing Miiirym. I smiled. Astrid noticed and said

"It's Mina isn't it?" she asks

"Is it that obvious?" I ask in return

"Well to most no, but I've known you almost ten years Tj. I know all your tells. So before we talk tell me what you feeling." Astrid says in between laughs

Seeing no way out of this I oblige my friend “Yeah I've fallen for her and I hate it, and I know I just made that mistake but I am not going to let my heart run the show this time.” I assert firm

“Wait why?” Astrid asks confused,

“Because I just got out of a “relationship” with another idol,” I say

Astrid pursed her lips before saying, “You know I would call that more a fling. You two were only an item like a week and a half maybe? You have been separated longer than you were together.”

“Regardless I'm not ready,” I say firmly to Astrid

Astrid laughs and when she realizes I wasn't joking asks, “Why not?”

“Well mostly because I…”I start.

Before I could finish Astrid said, “Before you tell me you don't think she likes you. Keep in mind she listened to you talk about magic for two and a half hours.”

“It was over two hours?” I ask

“Yes, and you only stopped because the rest of Twice was watching you for the last 30 minutes, and you got embarrassed,” Astrid says in between bursts of Laughter.

“What if I'm not ready or good enough,” I say ashamed to Astrid.

Astrid smiles and then says,” You know my worry for you wasn't any of that my worry for you was could you play "the game" to get to a relationship.” I looked up at Astrid, “You are so incredibly kind and caring that any girl would be lucky to have you. Not me though I'm too crazy for you. Your frustration about “the game” is what held you back from being cuffed and now you've got a model esque star who likes you. Just take the chance dummy.”

I nod and then smile before saying “Okay I trust you”

“Great now let's get to work so I can go on a date with my girlfriend,” Astrid exclaims proudly

After another day of work and spewing my guts to Astrid I get a text from Mina. “Hey can you come over I need your help.” the text reads. I groan and head that way. I tell Astrid who reminds me to be firm with my boundaries. On the way out I see Yujin and her boyfriend walking into the lobby. I sneak past them and smile. They seem so happy and cute together. When the couple bumps into Astrid they begin to chat, and I leave before I am noticed. Or so I thought

“Why is TJ avoiding me?” Yujin asks Astrid looking in my direction as I walk out. her boyfriend tenses at the mention of my name.

“Well knowing him it's because he's probably not ready to talk yet, but please know he's not mad at you or anything just has a lot going on and you know how he gets,” Astrid says

“Yeah, when he locks in he locks in hard.” Yujin agrees with Astrid to go on a double date with Astrid Emma, and her boyfriend.

I arrive at the Mina's apartment complex. I get to the elevator and ride it to Mina's apartment. I knock and am met by Dahyun and her super-bright smile. Once upon a time when I was a baby “Once”, I considered her my bias due to both being the same age but times change.

“Hi Jio,” she says happily. I smile and look at her confused

“Who's Jio?” I ask

Dahyun looks at me confused “I thought was your name that's what Astrid said” she exclaimed frustrated.

“I pause and say my name is Theo not… you know what I like Jio so yeah it's Jio.” I say not to make Dahyun feel worse. Dahyun smiles at my acceptance of yet another new nickname.

I walk in and Chaeyoung points to Mina's room and says “She's in there waiting for you lover boy.” I shrug confused and Chaeyoung notices my tattoos. “Oh those are so cool,” she states I say thank you and go to Mina's room. She's lying on her bed and staring at me when the door opens.

“How do you beat counterspells," she asks with an adorable pout.

“That depends on the colors. My recommendation for green is always a veil of summer or an autumn veil, but if you're in blue you can just counter them back” Mina nods takes out a notebook, and starts writing it down. As I stand there awkwardly she pats the floor next to her bed where a nice little cushion is waiting for me. Almost immediately after sitting down her hands are in my hair and on my shoulders.

“So why is blue the only color with ways to deal with things on the stack?” Mina asked quizzically

“Honestly I don't know. That is one of the things I think is a failed design space. I think there's room for something like a fight target spell in green or a deal damage to target spell in red.” I reply

“But Green already has fight spells,” Mina says confused

“Let me explain when I say fight target spell I mean target spell on the stack not on the battlefield. So like let's say you have Miirym out and I'm trying to counter one of your Old Gnawbone you cast. I (and other players) should have the ability to have a spell that isn't just Blue to deal with it. Before it resolves” I elaborate

“Okay, I think I get it,” Mina affirms I nod and just let her continue to run her fingers through my hair. we sit together for a while as the emotions begin to charge the air, but it's not as overwhelming as I'd thought it would be. Out of the blue Mina says, “Thank you for teaching me all of this. I feel like I'm getting better so much faster than I would be otherwise. You know you're a really good guide.”

“No problem Mrs. Myoui,” I reply

Mina turns me to face her and says, “Call me Mina. We are friends aren't we Jio.”

The way she said that was emotionally charged insanely. Her hands wandered down to my collar where she turned my face to hers. I look into her big soft brown eyes and I feel safe. I feel like I could tell her anything and she would just be like "okay" and be okay with it. the guarding of my heart and mind all just kinda crumbled and I leaned in and kissed her. She smelled nice. We sat there for a moment lost in our little world. When my brain came back online I looked at her and all my worries came back in full force I had fallen for another idol, and she had me in deep.

“What's wrong?” Mina asked concerned as she wove her hands in mine. I hesitate to answer but her presence drags it out.

“I really like you,” I say

“I can see that, and I really like you as well.” Mina teases while still holding my hand.

“But I don't want to cause trouble for you with JYP,” I say

“Why would you? You know we can date so it's not a problem, besides most people think I like Chae and Momo," Mina said teasingly. then there was a pause as I tried to establish some level of boundary because I still felt "dirty" in all of this, "You know you're so cute when you're flustered.” Mina teases

“I love that you care so much for others too. Now kiss my boyfriend.” Mina says before bringing my head back up to hers and thrusting me into a heated kiss.

If I were to describe intimacy with Mina it was "involved". She was handsy. I felt her caressing my cheek my neck my shoulders and my upper body. She only paused to say, “Don't be afraid you can touch me as well.” to put this to practice she put my hand on her waist as she had me melt more into the kiss. When we finally stopped she smiled and smirked “Okay now that that's done, let's get down to business.” she said as she took out her notebook. “Help me build a paper deck so I can play you.” I smile and say

“Okay, whatever you say Mina.” we spent most of the rest of the night deck-building. We took a little break to order some take-home but for the most part, we stayed in her bed spooning and deck building. That's when I saw how invested she was. She wanted to build Mirrym on paper, which made sense because she had been playing the deck non-stop since she downloaded Arena. She had a lot of really good ideas to translate it the only issue was Commander and Historic Brawl were exceptionally different so when I started showing her all these other cards and strategies she quickly pivoted from Mirrym to Animar, Soul of Elements because it filled a similar niche, but pivoted back to Mirrym since she knew Mirrym so well at this point. The only thing I was adamant she added was the Maskwood Nexus and Archetype of Endurance. She was unsure because it was extremely mana expensive and she didn't know if it was worth the investment. I asked her to trust me and she did so she added both

We both eventually fell asleep. I dreamed about her all night, and when I woke up seeing her wrapped in my arms was a bit wild. I quickly attempted to remove my hands but Mina was jolted awake by the action and turned to me asking what was wrong

“I uh felt.” I stammered

“Your hands were fine,” she said before pulling me into another kiss that led to a make-out session. When we were finished we got up and I headed back to the penthouse. While I did so Mina smirked at me the whole time.

“What is something wrong?” I asked

“No just looking at my handsome boyfriend be all flustered,” she said confidently.

I nod and reply, “I'll pick up your list after work and get you sleeves and a deck box. Do you have any preferences?”

Sana shook her head and said, “Just make sure they're cute and I'll be happy.” I nodded and kept moving. When I got back to the penthouse I got a question asking if I made it back safely from Mina. I replied “Yes dear” which led to her sending me a “:)” back as I walked I thought to myself this is going to take some getting used to. Opening the door I felt six expectant eyes staring at me.

“So where have you been” Astrid said in a teasing tone.

“I was with Mina. We deck built and nothing else happened.” I answer

Alex nodded and said “Right” sarcastically. As I moved around the penthouse. Aurora laughed before saying

“She has you wrapped around her fingers doesn't she?”

I nod which causes everyone to laugh at me. I go to the shower to get ready for the day. after that, I head to the office with Astrid. we get more prep work done when there's a knock on the door. Astrid opens it and I see Yujin. I blink rapidly hoping for a way out but not this time.

#kpop fanfic #fanfic #edh #mtg commander #twice fanfic #twice mina

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judedeluca · 2 years

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If Bob’s Burgers Did A Pride Episode - The Master Post

This is built off a thread on Twitter hypothesizing how the show would do an episode about Pride. You can find it here: https://twitter.com/KB_SFWArtist/status/1541122201142939649?s=20&t=IknQdxd0_I_O9rg_Wojj4w

The A-Plot: Bob and Linda are asked by Marshmallow and the girls to serve up some fantastic burgers at Pride to help them upstage their rivals. The problem is the rivals have hired Big Bob.

The B-Plot: At the school, Gene is shaken when Tammy obnoxiously asks what Gene’s “deal” is for Pride and tells him he has to figure out his identity before Pride is over. The Belcher siblings spend the week trying to help Gene determine his label until Gene figures out he doesn’t need one.

Everyone in town is getting ready for Pride with varying results:

Teddy gets too enthusiastic about it when he learns Bob is serving burgers for Marshmallow’s crew and shows up in drag, later singing “I Will Survive” on a float will be simultaneously terrified and proud.

Linda has to deal with the fact that Gayle doesn’t know what Pride is. She assumes it’s Halloween in June and it terrifies her, so she barricades herself in her apartment for the month.

Gayle: HALLOWEEN IN JUNE! HALLOWEEN IN JUNE! LINDA YOU TOLD ME MY NIGHTMARES WEREN’T REAL!

Linda: Gayle calm d-

Gayle: YOU LIED TO ME! LOOK AT THE LITTLE GREMLINS WHAT IS THAT?!

Linda: That’s supposed to be Liza Minelli, Gayle.

Gayle: IT’S THE GHOST OF LIZA MINELLI?!

Drag Queen: Rude!

Linda: I’m sorry, oh but you look just like her! Love your lipstick.

Gayle: THAT’S HUMAN BLOOD, LINDA!

There’s also the fact that Bob made Linda promise that he and the kids would never have to be in contact with Gloria and Al during June, because Gloria’s dismissive of Pride and Bob has had... words with her.

Bob (answering the phone): Bob’s Burgers.

(Bob immediately slams the phone down on the receiver)

Linda: Who was that?

Bob: The devil.

Linda: Wha-? (answers phone as it rings again) Oh, hi Mom! No no, we didn’t hang up on you! Bob just dropped the phone. Uh, yeah cuz his hands are greasy.

(Some time later)

Linda: Bob did you rea-

Bob: No. No. Linda you know the agreement. The kids and I don’t have to have any contact with either of your parents during June for any reason whatsoever.

Linda: Yes Bob I remember what the contact said.

Linda: I still think having Mort notarize that agreement was going overboard.

Tina: Remind me again why you guys did that?

Louise: Because Grandma hates Pride.

Gene: Really? I thought she just hates rainbows and sparkles and wigs and having fun.

Bob: She does. She hates all of those things.

Linda: She does not.

Bob: She does.

Tina: So Grandma just hates queer people?

Linda: Look, your grandparents are from a different time.

Bob: Your parents live in a swingers community, Lin, that’s like the perfect place to host Pride.

Linda: See? They’re making progress.

Louise: Oh absolutely. Especially last year when they had to stay with us for a week because their old people place was being fumigated.

FLASHBACK to Gloria and Bob screaming at each other in the restaurant while Linda tries to push them away from each other.

Gloria: DON’T YOU TALK TO ME ABOUT-

Bob: DO YOU JUST HATE HAPPINESS IS THAT IT GLORIA-

Gloria: IF YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE A GROWN MAN IN A DRESS-

Bob: YOU JUST CAN’T STAND THAT THEY HAVE MORE CLASS AND STYLE THAN YOU WILL EVER-!!!!!

End Flashback

Bob: I feel I argued my point rather well.

Louise: You mean before or after you took a swing at Grandma?

Linda: Louise your father did not take a swing at your grandmother.

Bob: I should’ve taken her down when I had the chance.

Linda: ENOUGH.

Mr. Frond is completely obnoxious as an ally and Bob and Linda have the misfortune of running into him one day.

Frond: Bob, I will have you know as an out and proud ally I am right there on the frontlines with everyone else. What do you think the A in LGBTA stands for?

Bob: First of all, it’s LGBTQIAP. Second, that is not what the A stands for.

Frond: I do believe you’re wrong there, Bob. You know, it is people like you that make it so hard for us allies to be who we really are.

Bob: Are you sure this is who you really want to be?

Frond: You are so alliphobic it is sad.

Bob: That is not a thing, Frond! And that’s not what the A stands for!

Linda: Yeah it stands for acesexual!

Bob: Asexual.

Linda: That’s what I said, acesexual.

Bob: No it’s a-sexual. You’re saying ace, like a playing card.

Linda: I know, acesexual.

Bob: You *chuckles* you really think it’s pronounced acesexual?

Linda: Well yeah cuz they’re all out there, acing it!

Bob (amused): I mean, kind of, yeah, but, that’s not what-you know what it’s fine.

Linda: Don’t be acephobic, Bob!

Bob (laughing): Oh my God.

Jimmy Pesto got into a lot of trouble when he tried hanging straight pride flags from his restaurant and got destroyed on social media.

Jimmy: What straight people can’t have Pride, too?!

Logan and Cynthia Bush are utterly horrible and feel the need to complain about Pride and the “moral decay” of the city.

Linda: I’ll show her moral decay.

Bob: Lin no.

Bob: There are witnesses.

Linda: Alright later when she’s alone.

Mr. Fischoeder believes the concept of Pride is adorable

Fischoeder: Ah, I remember back when we didn’t have this LGBTMNOP hullabaloo. Back then we didn’t need it because everyone was everything.

Bob: I’m sure it must’ve been a fun time.

Fischoeder: Oh it was. I have pictures, you want to see the pictures Bob?

Bob: No that’s ok-

Linda: I do!

Fischoeder: Here you go.

Bob: You just happen to carry Polaroids of queer people around with you?

Fischoeder: Doesn’t everyone?

Linda: Ooooooh. Wait, is that-

Fischoeder: Before she was famous.

Linda: Oh I loved her in that one movie with the boat!

Fischoeder: She was robbed of that Oscar.

Bob: Yeah she kind of was.

Linda: Hold on, is she with a-

Fischoeder: It was domesticated, if that’s what you’re going to ask.

Linda: Oh.

Bob: Annnd I’m gonna go now.

Linda: Oh my God.

Surprisingly the Cranwrinkles are all for Pride for various reasons. They make a fortune thanks to people putting together parade floats and making flags for the month.

Edith: We don’t care about gender or sexuality. All we care about is that they spend their money here, at the most inclusive art store in the city!

Bob: Edith that’s somehow the nicest thing you could’ve possibly said.

Unfortunately the Cranwrinkles feel the need to inform Bob of how they’ve done pretty much everything and he’s informed of the various sexual escapades they’ve had.

Edith: Pride’s the one time of year Harold and I get to experiment without judgment.

Bob: Please, stop talking.

Edith: Don’t be such a prude, Bob!

Harold: Is it our fault you haven’t lived life, Chubs?

Bob: I’m gonna be sick.

Edith: You name it we’ve done it.

Harold: Maple Syrup Montana.

Edith: Spoiled Milk.

Harold: Haberdashery in Wales.

Edith: The Bashful Midwife.

Harold: Kate Mulgrew.

Edith: We invented the Kate Mulgrew!

Harold: Invented it, Tubsy!

Edith: I became a woman thanks to the Kate Mulgrew!

Harold: A WOMAN!

Edith: IT’S PRIDE, BOB!

Millie got into trouble at school when she announced she was Louisesexual and Louise ran out of the class screaming her head off. She even had a flag.

Andy and Ollie Pesto, unsurprisingly, announced “I’m Andysexual!” “I’m Olliesexual!”

Ms. LaBonz: Millie, Andy and Ollie go to the counselor’s office. Though I doubt there’s anything he can do for you at this point.

Regular-Sized Rudy tried to get Louise’s input on if his one-man puppet show was right for Pride. Louise was dubious but Rudy insisted it has something for everyone.

Tina tries to write erotic friend fiction that is especially erotic and inclusive for Pride.

Tammy is absolutely obnoxious and constantly tries to identify with whatever she thinks is the coolest, but even Jocelyn can’t stand her attitude and calls Tammy out on her bullshit.

It turns out that Ms. Schnur and Ms. Jacobson run the actual version of Wagstaff School’s queer student association, and the one Frond “runs” is just a decoy so they don’t have to deal with him. Schnur is a lesbian while Jacobson is demisexual. Believe it or not Schnur met her girlfriend through a Brendan Fraser message board.

Ms. Schnur: It was a passionate affair of love and violence as we waged war over whether or not Brendan’s best movie was The Mummy or George of the Jungle. Somewhere along the line we stopped being enemies and became... soulmates.

Dr. Yap likes to hit on lesbians at Pride.

Randy Watkins tried to make a documentary about Pride and went “undercover” as a gay man but it failed miserably.

Randy: Clearly the gay community in this town has horrible taste.

Bob: Yeah they, they clearly don’t know what they’re missing.

Randy: Thank you, Bob.

Gene’s subplot comes to a conclusion after he has both a heartfelt talk with Bob, and when he’s with Courtney who simply tells him “Well you’re Gene. I always think of you as Gene.”

Gene shows up at Pride dressed as Baby Spice and lip-syncing the Spice Girls.

Linda: Oh look at that little baby Baby Spice, his wig is enormous.

Bob: Wait, I think that’s Gene.

Linda: You’re right it IS Gene!

Bob: Oh my God!

Linda: My little Gene’s a drag queen!

Bob: Go Gene!

Linda: Aww, my little Genie Queenie!

Bob: That’s Gene Spice, that’s my son!

And finally, we have Marshmallow and Nat Kinkle meeting for the first time. Nat immediately guesses that Marshmallow’s name comes from her love of sweet potato pies. Bob literally cries tears of joy when he overhears them setting up a date.

#bob's burgers #if bob's burgers did pride #pride #bob belcher #linda belcher #louise belcher #gene belcher #tina belcher #mr. frond

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sacredwarrior88 · 8 months

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The Best (Spencer Reid x OC)

Summary: Six months after Zafina and Spencer broke things off, the two are very miserable without each other but are too stubborn to admit it and talk to each other. When Zafina ends up hospitalized due to a heart attack, Spencer goes to see her and after a deep conversation, she decides to open her heart again and gives him a chance. This results in Zafina experiencing the best love of her life and she finally gets the happiness she deserves.

Warnings: Heart attack, mention of sex (18+ only)

Tagging: @reidsbtch @reiderwriter

I call you when I need you, my heart’s on fire You come to me, come to me wild and wild When you come to me Give me everything I need

Six months had passed since Zafina broke things off with Spencer and although she tried her best to hide it, she was completely miserable without him and he without her. It didn’t take a profiler to see that they desperately missed and needed each other but they were too stubborn to admit it and were avoiding each other instead. It was a good thing that Zafina wasn’t an FBI agent or else going through this withdrawal would be impossible. Zafina viewed it as such because when she was with Spencer, it was like she couldn’t resist him. He was like a drug and she was a user. She wanted to have him. She needed to have him. Whenever, wherever, however.

Zafina hadn’t even entertained the thought of another man being in her life since Spencer. How could she? No one would be able to please her like he could! She tried masturbating and fantasizing about Spencer but it didn’t do a damn thing to quell her urges! Not even using her secret collection of toys worked! A sexually frustrated Zafina is a very cranky Zafina and she often isolated herself from others so she wouldn’t snap at people and go off on them. At this rate, her upcoming retirement from the military was gonna be full of nothing but misery and insanity!

Unbeknownst to Zafina, Spencer felt the same way and was definitely acting strange too. He was becoming more aggressive and moody which worried the others and it wasn’t until he was confronted by Derek that he admitted it was because of Zafina. Spencer was frustrated with himself for falling in love with someone who didn’t return his feelings and as hard as he tried to move on and forget about her, he just couldn’t and it frustrated him to no end! Zafina was quite difficult to profile because of her icy and closed-off nature so Spencer couldn’t even see that she was lying all along. The thought of moving on made Spencer sick to his stomach so that wasn’t an option!

Little did Zafina and Spencer know, they would reunite much sooner than they thought!

One of the things Zafina did to cope with the loss of Spencer was throw herself into her work and it was starting to take its toll on her body. She was getting older and although she took great care of herself and looked gorgeous for her age, that didn’t mean her body was in peak physical condition like it once was.

While she was at work in her office, Zafina suddenly felt severe chest pains and a sense of dread washed over her. She was also becoming short of breath and she knew she was running out of time before she passed out. Zafina managed to rush out into the hallway and mutter the words “Help me” before fainting.

Zafina’s kids were the first ones to arrive at the hospital and the oldest of the four whose name was Wayne decided to contact Will who told JJ which lead to the whole team finding out. Spencer immediately rushed to see Zafina, fearing the worst and the team followed suit.

Zafina had suffered a massive heart attack due to blocked arteries near her heart and needed bypass surgery. She was going to be in the hospital for quite some time and Spencer planned on seeing her every chance he got!

After the surgery was over and Zafina had stabilized, Spencer went in to see her after her kids had left and the others decided to give them some space. God knows they needed it!

“Spencer? You came? Why?”

“You know why. And don’t lie. It’s unnecessary.”

Zafina sighed and looked down at her lap. She was so afraid that she was gonna die and when she was unconscious, all she could think about was Spencer and what she was starting to miss out on. Zafina was missing out on true love and her chance at happiness. She couldn’t run anymore. Fuck it.

“You’re right. You’re right Spencer. I lied. I lied about everything. I do love you. I love you so fucking much that it terrifies me. You already know my history so don’t be surprised about me being scared. You’re a fool for loving a coward like me.”

Spencer gently grabbed Zafina’s chin and made her look at him. She was doing the one thing that she hadn’t done in years: crying. Showing vulnerability around people was very difficult for Zafina but Spencer was a special case. No matter how hard Zafina tried, she just couldn’t maintain her fortress around him. He was her biggest weakness.

“You’re not a coward Zafina. It’s ok to be scared especially after what you’ve been through. But I’m miserable without you and I can tell it’s the same for you. I’d rather be a fool for loving you than live in ignorant bliss pretending like I don’t. I need you Zafina or I’m gonna lose my mind.”

Not saying a word, Zafina grabbed Spencer’s shirt and started kissing him as if her life depended on it. If she wasn’t in the hospital right now, she’d be fucking his brains out! Desperately needing air, Zafina gently pushed Spencer away and looked him dead in the eye with the most serious look she could muster.

“Don’t fucking disappoint me Spencer. If you break my heart, I’ll break your fucking neck along with every bone in your body. You understand?”

“You do realize that murdering a federal agent is punishable by death or life imprisonment? Also it takes about 4,000 newtons of force to break a femur alone so you would have to use an impossible amount of force to break all of my bones. And–”

Zafina shut Spencer up by kissing him again, not in the mood for hearing his rambling. All she wanted was his company and his kisses! Thankfully he got the hint and just smiled at her while kissing her hand. Despite her earlier threats, Zafina had a feeling that Spencer would never hurt her and that he was the one although she would never say it out loud. She didn’t believe in the concept of soulmates but Spencer was changing all of that for her and he was giving her the love that she thought she would never get! Where would she be without him?

Give me a lifetime of promises and a world of dreams Speak a language of love like you know what it means Mmmm, and it can’t be wrong Take my heart and make it strong baby

Two years have passed since Zafina’s heart attack and so much has changed in her life! Although she was up for a promotion, she decided to retire and leave the military instead so she could focus on her newfound relationship with Spencer and start relaxing like she needed to. Although her huge pension and many other benefits guaranteed that she wouldn’t have to work another day in her life, Zafina wasn’t one to just sit around doing nothing and she didn’t want to just live off of Spencer’s income either.

Six months after her retirement began, Zafina decided to go back to work and became a professor which fit her perfectly since she enjoyed teaching others and had great leadership qualities thanks to her military experience. It didn’t take long for her to become quite popular at the university and despite her toughness and blunt attitude, the students loved her because she didn’t beat around the bush and she told things as they were with no filter which made her lectures and lessons easy to understand. Zafina was hard but fair with her students and she was understanding when it came to personal issues but wasn’t gonna coddle them either.

Zafina asked Spencer to move in with her another six months later and their relationship improved quite significantly from there. They loved coming home to each other and always did things together as a couple and with Zafina’s kids who adored Spencer and although they were now all grown and out of the house, that didn’t stop them from calling frequently and visiting whenever they got a chance which would sometimes lead to rather comedic moments since Zafina and Spencer’s sex life hadn’t slowed down a bit and it was still as amazing as ever!

Fast forward to the present. It was now December 25th. Christmas Day and Zafina’s birthday. She and Spencer were enjoying their time indoors and they were in the process of exchanging gifts. Zafina had gotten Spencer some high-quality coffee beans of various flavors as well as various Star Trek merch that he had been wanting all year. He loved both gifts very much and expressed it as such. When the time came for her gifts, Zafina raised an eyebrow as Spencer gave her both a large box and a small box. He told her to open the large box and the look on Zafina’s face made Spencer laugh when she opened it.

Inside the large box was a gorgeous red dress with matching heels and even a purse. It looked like it was made by a designer!

“Spencer, how much did you pay for this? This is gorgeous!”

“Don’t worry about it. I can afford it. You said you needed a new dress so I bought one for you. I want you to wear it on our next date. The small box is the true gift I planned to give you this year.”

Zafina instantly opened it and gasped at what she saw. A diamond ring that she had only dreamed of wearing on her finger one day. Was this what she thought it was?!

“Zafina. I know I should’ve discussed this with you earlier but I didn’t want to ruin the surprise. These last two years with you have been the best years of my life. You’ve taught me more than anyone else ever has and my life has gotten so much better with you in it. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Zafina Cartwright, will you marry me?”

Tears started to roll down Zafina’s cheeks as she struggled to catch her breath. She couldn’t believe this was happening! She never imagined she would get married again but here she was, being proposed to on her birthday of all days!

“Yes Spencer Reid! Fuck yeah I’ll marry you!”

Zafina pounced on Spencer, knocking him to the floor and covering his face with kisses. He returned the kisses in kind and laughed as he felt her hug him tighter than she had ever hugged him before. She started to kiss and lick his neck which made him moan softly due to his growing boner. Zafina’s eyes widened for a brief moment before she gave him a sultry look. Her hands instantly wandered down to his pants and she was about to remove them until he stopped her.

“Wait. I want to try something new,” Spencer gasped and at this point, his dick was straining to be released and Zafina was starting to drool. Unlike her ex-husband, Zafina didn’t have a problem trying out new things with Spencer and she was able to communicate her boundaries with him and actually be listened to which just made her want him more!

“What is it beloved? Name it and make it quick. I’m fucking horny right now!”

“I want you to sit on my face.”

Cue record scratching and Zafina looking at Spencer in a mix of shock and concern. Although she was still in good shape and her body got many compliments from others, she definitely put on some weight since retiring from the military and she was feeling a bit self-conscious about it.

“Spencer, don't you think I’m a little too heavy for that? I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Nonsense Zafina. Your body is just right and I’m much stronger than I look. Come sit on your throne my Queen. Don’t keep me waiting.”

Zafina gave Spencer a deep, passionate kiss and from then on, that Christmas night was filled with unbridled lust, passion, and love which included heights of pleasure that neither of them had ever experienced before. Completely covered in sweat and panting hard, Zafina laid down next to Spencer and gave him a tired but happy smile.

“You’re the fucking best Spencer. I love you so much.”

You’re simply the best Better than all the rest Better than anyone Anyone I’ve ever met

#criminal minds #spencer reid #original character #black woman #songfic #black characters #Spotify

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aajjks · 5 months

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so who’s ready for tpol!yn’s yandere phase? 😈

TPOL!JK

so this is how jungkook was feeling like? now you completely understand…

the anxiety, the insecurity, the jealousy, you understand it all. when jungkook tells you that he’ll be late coming home from work because of a meeting with tina, the happiness in your voice is placed with a more curious-monotone like voice.

you don’t have to ask him why because you KNOW why but if he was going to work with her anyways then why would he ask for your opinion about it? either way, you aren’t comfortable with this meeting and now your mind won’t rest until he’s back home.

your thoughts are interrupted by your sweet three year old asking you to help him with his homework that requires him to trace his letters in both hangul and in english.

“jaemin, i thought i told you to let mommy be. she’s about to leave, bun”

“but i want mommy to help me”

“it’s okay ms. ji-ae. i can help him while you tend to the twins” you say with a smile and ji-ae just shakes her head. you’re always tending to the kids even though you’re supposed to be getting dressed for your outing with alina and jorja.

you remind her so much of herself when she was raising jungkook and jung-hyun on her own. jaekuk was always working day and night (cheating too) so it was her that did all the cleaning and raising two bickering boys that bonded like they were twins. she remembers the time jung-hyun and jungkook were fighting over the computer and let’s just say, that’s how jungkook got that scar on his cheek.

she can’t wait for you to experience and grow with your kids and so far, you’re doing such a great job managing a three year old and two two month olds with all three children constantly needing your attention including your needy husband.

once you’re finished helping jaemin, you freshen yourself up and put on a cute comfy outfit to wear while you’re out with jorja and alina.

“i made sure to pump enough milk for the twins but i should be back before you run out” you say but ji-ae doesn’t let you finish because she’s pushing out of the home. “go enjoy yourself! i got this” she says and before you leave, you press a kiss to all three of your children before you’re out of the door and driving to the movie theater to meet up with alina and jorja to watch the barbie movie.

meanwhile…

“hi jungkook! long time no see” tina says with a smile on her face before she’s reaching across to shake his hand. “you look handsome and your hair has gotten longer” she smiles as she and her manager take a seat and pull out documents containing clothing ideas.

“so” tina claps her hands together “i’ve got a good set of clothing pieces, outfits, and i’m thinking maybe shoes?” while tina is talking, her manager gives jungkook a binder with all of the clothing pieces they sketched to see if he likes them or not.

“last year i did a women’s clothing line and i still want to do that but i want to do men too…with you as the global ambassador. you’ve grown past being just korea’s wealthy businessman, you’re even known in the states, europe, everywhere! people actually like you and it’s mostly because of your baby features. you’re an attractive man and with your status and support, i’m pretty sure we can get this line to be sold out the moment it drops”

So far he’s liking the designs, but he actually chokes on air when she suggests he should be the global ambassador for the Line

“Tina?! Are you kidding me? I’m sorry, but no. I appreciate your compliments, do you even realise how much time is required to be a global ambassador? It’s gonna take all my time.” He scoffs, putting the binder back on the table. “ I’m willing to fund it and all of that but.. I don’t know, no.” He shakes head. This is completely ridiculous.

He’s a father and he’s a husband, and he wants to spend majority of his time with you and still he is unable to because of his own company and work- imagine him- no.

“you could get any celebrity or idol but I’m not really willing to do this… in fact, I have a few idol friends that could be willing to be the global ambassador for our men’s line.” He suggests, taking a sip of his water, yes, just water because of course he wouldn’t drink with her.

Actually, working with her might not be so bad at all because she’s actually behaving like professional and he doesn’t see any thing in her eyes for him so that’s a good thing, “listen to me.. I can’t I am a father and I am a husband first and foremost and then I have my company- I cannot dedicate myself to this.” He reminds her once again, eating away.

Of course his life isn’t the same anymore. He’s not the bachelor that he once was, and now you are officially a part of his life along with his three beautiful children. “Y-Yn needs my time.” he says your name before thinking, and she goes all silent.

It is true though, you need him and you just had the babies. “she gave birth literally two months ago to twins. Of course, she really needs me at this time.” Jungkook tries to make her understand that he doesn’t have time at all.

“But as for the clothing line, yes I’m willing to work with you as partners. My assistant and team will reach out to you soon about the contract.” he’s now focusing on his meal, it is a beef steak, with just water, because.. you know why, while he’s waiting for her response to all of this, he stabs the boiled vegetables with his fork.

And he wonders if you’re enjoying your time with your friends.

“are we done here? Can I go now?”

#ask: tpol!jungkook #OH MY GODD IM SOOO READY AND PUMPEDDDD

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You're Not Alone in This World

Chapter Twelve

Warnings: a little bit of uncomfy flirting

Word Count: 5k

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Elijah Kamski.

The father of modern robotics. He created life from wires, plastic, and few different chemicals mixed together. A new form of blood. Blue, so humans would know the difference. In some ways, he was God. A few steps down from him, nearly the same level as Andrea.

Elijah was a smart man. But he was also lonely. Perhaps that's why he created androids, to make something that would never leave him. A partner that would always stay no matter how much they probably should have. Elijah wasn't the most… easy to get along with. After creating androids, his ego inflated to an exponential degree.

He was a genius. It was time everyone else knew. However, this isolated him more. Paranoia grew from seemingly nowhere.

People would use him, wouldn't they? To get funds, to get attention, to get anything they could from him. He wanted… no, needed, to isolate himself from all the attention he was getting. Spending a decade at the forefront of the public mind could do a lot to a person.

—---

2034, August 11th

Andrea Cartier was a fresh Lieutenant after being a plain old detective for several years prior. It wasn't hard to feel pride in herself, she knew she deserved it. Her record was clean and nearly any case that made its way to her desk was solved within the following days. Sometimes weeks, depending on how demanding the case was.

She attended the police banquet held in downtown Detroit. Unfortunately, Hank couldn't make it, considering the fact that he wanted to drink himself to near death in the privacy of his own home and not be surrounded by people who would likely detain him for it.

Hank was Andrea's best, and only, friend. So she was alone. Sure, she could talk to Tina and her wife but it wasn't the same. They didn't know her. Not really. Whatever. Andrea would do anything for free food.

She decided it might be best to wear some sort of dress to the event so she wore a black floor–length evening gown that hugged her body in all the right places. It was sleeveless so it showed off her tattooed arms. Perhaps a police event wasn't the best place to wear such a thing but Andrea didn't have many other formal clothes. She'd need to get more later on, especially if she decided to go to more events like these.

There were a few food tables, some with different sorts of drinks and small hor dourve trays around. Compared to everything else, the tea sandwiches seemed to be the most appetizing. So Andrea decided to simply eat those. She barely paid attention to the actual ceremony. Occasionally, she'd listen to some speeches being made by people who were giving thanks or something of the sort to others in the audience or people who couldn't be there to celebrate with them.

Like Hank.

Distracted by the sandwiches, Andrea thought about Hank. He was like a father to her. Which was saying something because she was far older than him. Hank just… had that fatherly feeling. He'd worry about her but was strict on how she shouldn't worry about him. It was a strange dichotomy—their relationship. For someone like Andrea to take a liking to Hank, it took a lot. Thankfully, they had a lot of time together—considering the fact that they worked together nearly every day.

"Hello…" Said a masculine voice from behind Andrea. She turned, assuming the person was addressing her. "And who might you be?"

Elijah Kamski, in the flesh. Likely there just to be thanked for a few new police androids given to the precinct by Cyberlife. And he was talking to her? Why?

Andrea suddenly became extra aware of her attire. She didn't know much about Elijah but she knew a lot about men. "Lieutenant Cartier." She responded as politely as possible. She didn't like new people. Especially when she wasn't around others she knew.

"Oh? A lieutenant. I thought Anderson was the only lieutenant in the DPD." Elijah moved closer to Andrea. She could see his intentions from a mile away.

The lieutenant cocked an eyebrow at Kamski. How did he know who Hank was? Then the pieces started to be put in place. Gavin mentioned having a brother. A twin. Kamski did look eerily similar to the slimy detective. Maybe a bit worse with his… sterile-ness. It looked too unnatural.

Andrea nibbled on a sandwich and took a small swig from a champagne glass. "I was just promoted a few days ago. Might be why you haven't heard of me." She offered with a light smile.

Kamski looked deep in thought for a moment and Andrea had half a mind to just get herself out of there. "No, I believe I know you. What's your first name again?"

She never gave it but strangely felt inclined to. "Andrea."

"Ah, yes, my brother's coworker Andrea." Kamski smiled, an amused look in his eyes. Likely from a memory he shared with Gavin. He glanced up and down at Andrea. "He never quite explained just how beautiful you were. I imagine it was because he was too busy arguing with you about… whatever." He observed Andrea for a few seconds. "Not a fan of parties?"

The woman shrugged. "Not exactly. I'll go anywhere for free food. I'm just not the biggest fan of… police parties." She admitted with a small laugh. The money spent on these parties could go towards something a bit more productive for the city. Only the Gods know how much they really need it.

"Says the police officer." Kamski joked softly.

"Yes, well… I'm not your typical police officer." That was putting it plainly but Andrea had gotten used to the irony and hilarity of her job as well as her being.

Kamski nodded, waving his hands around slightly. "Certainly don't see ones as beautiful as you every day."

Andrea cocked an eyebrow at his attempt at flirting and silently took a sip of her champagne just to let the man think about what he just did for a few minutes. Really let him sit in embarrassment. If he even felt embarrassment. Andrea wasn't sure if that was an emotion most adult human men felt. At the very least, Kamski didn't feel it. He remained composed with a light mischievous smile on the edges of his lips.

"Would you mind if I gave you my number? You're a good listener." Kamski offered. Thank the Gods he didn't ask for her number or Andrea might have had to have a word with him.

Pursing her lips, Andrea thought for a moment. She didn't particularly like Elijah. Maybe that'd change in a setting not like the one they were currently in. Aw, what the hell? What did she have to lose?

Her dignity, most likely.

But she already lost that a long time ago. Couldn't get worse than that, could it?

—---

2034, August 13th

Summer was slowly starting to wear off, stagnating at a cool 70 degrees. Compared to the recent 100–degree weather, it was heaven–sent. But, Detroit being Detroit, most people still wore shorts and a tank top just as a precaution. Andrea could care less if she sweated through her long–sleeved shirts and jeans. It was a style choice.

At least Kamski lived on the Lake so he had a bit of a breeze. Andrea took a deep breath of fresh air and smiled slightly. The lake looked especially clear and sparkly that day. Enticing to swim in. Perhaps it was her brother. Toying with her. So she refrained.

Andrea pushed herself off the side of her car and made her way to the front door of Kamski's house. The house itself looked completely out of place. Like someone decided to spray–paint a misshapen brick gray and left it out. More like a prison than a home.

Before Andrea even got the chance to press the doorbell, the door was opened. In the doorway stood an average–sized blonde woman. Her hair was in a bun and she wore a blue knee-length dress. "Oh, I'm sorry—" When finally in full view of the woman, Andrea noticed her LED. She wasn't sure why she wasn't expecting an android to be in Elijah's house.

"It's alright, Lieutenant Cartier." The android smiled gratefully. "My name is Chloe. Elijah has been expecting you." She stood off to the side in order to let Andrea inside. "He has informed me this is more of an informal gathering so I've prepared a snack board. As well as a few drinks, I hope you like wine." She led Andrea through the slightly haunting foyer into the kitchen.

The kitchen wasn't much better. Like the foyer, the walls were a light gray with different wall art and sculptures around. Andrea noticed one of them was made by Carl Manfred. An artist she liked. Not so much as to buy some of his art. It was incredibly expensive. She knew of a few that went for hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Elijah was in similar attire to what he wore at the banquet, sans the blazer. A simple maroon sweater and some black slacks. His hair was in a bun as well.

Andrea glanced down at her own clothes. A T-shirt, a brown leather jacket, and some ripped jeans. They looked like polar opposites. She laughed internally. Couldn't be more accurate.

"It's nice to meet you, Chloe." The lieutenant smiled in thanks, nodding her head. "Perhaps I'll see you again?" She offered as she turned her gaze to face Kamski's.

Chloe nodded as she left the room, a light blue blush on her face. One that Andrea didn't notice.

"I was afraid you wouldn't show up." Kamski admitted, taking a sip of one of the wine glasses on the counter.

Andrea cocked an eyebrow. "Why? Because you're… you?" The woman shrugged and grabbed a few things from the snack board. "Weirdly, I find you… fascinating. The man who gave life to so many people. It has to be… interesting." She pursed her lips in thought.

While Andrea was a God, she did not bring life into the world. Her existence helped lives to be made and even saved a few thousand but it was never as direct as what Kamski was able to do. Her followers simply prayed at a full moon for children and, perhaps, by the next one, they would conceive. Andrea was not the goddess of fertility nor of anything motherhood related but she could pull a few strings.

Kamski cocked an eyebrow at Andrea. They would get along just fine… or so it seemed.

—---

2039, August 30th

The familiar gray slate door sat in front of Andrea. Almost foreboding. She was nervous. Connor could tell by her twitching fingers and the way she felt the need to shift her weight between her legs. After a while of simply staring at the door, Andrea pressed the doorbell. She was glad she didn't come alone. Connor was one of the most stable things in her life. Besides her siblings. Although, most of them were far from stable.

Connor took her hand and offered a smile. "You're gonna be okay." It was a little… funny to see someone as powerful as Andrea be so nervous about seeing someone they haven't seen in a while.

"True. But I still feel weird as hell." Andrea whispered with a huff.

"And that's totally normal." Connor reasoned.

The door opened. It was Chloe. Except she didn't have an LED in anymore, her hair was down, and instead of her usual elegant blue dress, she wore jeans and a T-shirt. A smile made its way onto her face instantly when she saw Andrea. She opened the door wider.

"Hey." Chloe hummed, hugging Andrea tightly. "It's nice to see you again." Her eyes darted to Connor who just gave her an awkward smile.

The more she thought about it, this was likely a lot more anxiety-inducing for Connor since he had almost killed Chloe for the sake of Kamski proving his deviancy. Andrea couldn't imagine Connor ever going through with it though. She imagined he would have always been deviant. However, there could always be another universe where he wasn't. Where their relationship didn't exist… where he was just a machine.

Andrea thanked the universe she wasn't in that world.

She liked Nines but he was still very reserved when it came to showing his emotions. Andrea loved Connor because he was a deviant. Because he knew how to handle his emotions, mostly. And if he didn't, he'd ask. The victim of his questions would either be Hank or Andrea herself. However, Andrea found his questions cute. She was glad he could be so open with her.

As they entered Kamski’s house, Andrea could feel the nostalgia rushing into her chest. The foyer didn’t change much from the last time she was there. A few small plants were added to liven the place up a little bit. It was needed.

Andrea wondered if Kamski would ever move because this house was so… Not warm. She couldn’t imagine waking up every day in this house and feeling good about her life. Though, she and Kamski were very different people.

“Elijah just finished cooking, you came just in time.” Chloe smiled as she led them through the house.

Kamski cooked? Andrea had to be honest, she didn’t know he could cook. She assumed he was helpless in the kitchen since he had Chloe cook most of their meals when she came over in the past. Chloe noticed Andrea’s questioning look and let out a small laugh.

“To be honest, I thought you might be late.” Kamski said as they entered the kitchen. His eyes ran over Connor as he smiled slightly. “Hello, Connor. It’s nice to see you again… under a less stressful situation.” This was awkward for Kamski too. Just a little bit. “Well… who’s ready to eat?”

The dinner at Kamski’s was actually very nice. They talked briefly about everything that happened between the last time Andrea saw him and now. It was… a lot. Especially since they couldn’t talk about what really happened. While Andrea did trust Kamski with her life, she didn’t trust him with a secret. That may change. He seemed a lot less… deceptive than he used to be. Andrea would give it a few weeks to see if those feelings would go away.

Besides that, Andrea was glad Kamski made some thirium-based foods so Connor could widen his palette. Lately, he’s been on a souvlaki kick. Partly because Andrea would occasionally make them for her lunches and, as soon as Connor got his hands on one, he became addicted. Now, instead of packing one lunch, Andrea would pack for two. Connor didn’t want to admit it but he was almost human appetite-wise.

Walking into the precinct the next day felt a little weird. Everything was just off. Everyone was staring at Andrea and not for the usual reasons. She could tell. Even Gavin, the renowned asshole he was, was quiet. So quiet that Andrea was concerned for his health. She did arrive earlier than her usual time but it wasn’t like she was always late so this was some sort of accomplishment for her. If that was the case, Andrea would be more like Hank.

Andrea leaned over to Connor’s desk, eyes narrowed as she watched Tina who was trying to act like she wasn’t staring at her. For a cop, she was horrible at acting not suspicious. “Why’s everyone staring at me?” She whispered. “It’s unnerving as hell.” Connor simply shrugged, typing at an inhuman rate on his terminal. Andrea huffed. Connor was in on it which meant was of no help.

Did they know what she was? No. Andrea shook her head. If they did, she would’ve been fired as soon as they found out and Connor would have told her if they knew. He wasn’t cruel. In fact, quite the opposite. It’s not that he wouldn’t hurt a fly… it was more that he wouldn’t prolong its suffering. A quick headshot would get the job done without the need for a messy fight. Connor gave Andrea a reassuring look, nudging her slightly. He could sense her stress levels were getting higher.

“Cartier!” Andrea jumped at the sudden calling of her name. Her coworkers were making her uneasy with all the staring. “ In my office!” Whatever it was, she’d have to worry about it later. Fowler needed her.

Connor smiled softly at Andrea as she stood with a huff. Was it so hard just to come out of his office and tell her they needed to talk in private? It seemed like it was for Fowler. Connor watched as his partner left when, suddenly, Nines and Hank appeared next to him.

“Does she have any idea what’s happening?” Hank asked in a muffled voice, part of a pink glazed donut halfway in his mouth. Connor allowed this because, at the very least, it was healthier than alcohol. Nines glanced at Connor. He had the same thing on his mind.

“I don’t think so.” Connor admitted with a light shrug. Since getting to know Andrea, it was far easier to read her unlike when they first met. The air of mystery around her was gone. But he would occasionally have trouble. Andrea, like some humans he knew, was paradoxical. Contradictory. Complex. Confusing… “I believe she is more concerned that the precinct knows the truth about her.”

Nines scoffed as a light laugh escaped his lips. Humans were stupid. They’d never find out because of their own ignorance towards the truth. Connor and Hank stared blankly at Nines. The blue-eyed android stared back with narrowed eyes.

“Did you just–”

“No.”

Fowler glanced up at Andrea once she entered his glass case of an office. “You may want to sit down.” He offered. The comment just made Andrea feel more uneasy. She sat down across from Fowler. Was she getting fired? For what? To Fowler’s knowledge, she did nothing against the law. Nothing that could be a fireable offense. Unless someone was trying to blackmail her somehow. “You’re overthinking too much.” His words cut through Andrea.

Andrea pursed her lips before she let out a breath. “What did you want to talk about?”

“You’re a good kid, Andrea.” Andrea was far from a kid but took the compliment anyway. “You’re a great leader in times of chaos, you’re a helluva detective, I’ve known you for years and you don’t take bullshit. I like that about you. I trust you.” That certainly sounded like he was about to say, ‘I’m sorry, we have to let you go’ to Andrea. She remained quiet to let the man continue. “I’m getting old, if I wasn’t bald, my hair would probably be gray. I want to spend time with the wife and my kids. I don’t want to be living in stress for the rest of my life. I think you might be able to handle it…” Andrea stared, confused. Was he..? “I’m retiring. And I want the next Captain to be someone I trust to run this precinct better than I ever have. I think that person can be you.”

Andrea felt her heart drop to her feet. Be Captain? She had never thought about it before. She assumed the position would go to someone like Hank. While Andrea was experienced, she thought Fowler would go for someone with more experience than she had. Someone who joined fresh out of the academy and worked until they were fifty or sixty.

Fowler continued after a few moments. “Would you want to have that kind of responsibility?” Being Captain of the DPD would be the least of Andrea’s worries.

“It would be…” Andrea took a deep breath. “An honor.”

Fowler smiled. A genuine smile. “Good. Cause I had no other options.” He admitted. “I’ll get things in order on my end to hand the precinct over to you. We’ll probably have a little party or something. I don’t know, Tina said she’d handle it. You’re dismissed.”

Andrea chuckled. Of course, Tina would handle it. “That’s the last time you’re gonna be able to do that.” She said as she walked towards the office exit.

“Yeah…”

“So, Captain Cartier…” Hank smirked as Andrea got back to her desk. “That does sound nice, doesn’t it, Connor?” The android in question nodded, a wide smile on his lips.

Andrea shook her head as a crowd formed around her. “You were all in on it, weren’t you?” She laughed, rolling her eyes with affection.

“I mean, it’s partly Hank’s fault.” Tina admitted. Andrea cocked an eyebrow at the lieutenant.

Hank shrugged, “Me and Fowler hang out occasionally at this jazz bar. He was talking about retirement and shit like that. We all know it wasn’t gonna be me. I’m still a mess, just… in a contained area right now.”

Andrea’s eyes softened with sympathy for Hank. She knew Hank didn’t take it personally but she couldn’t help feeling slightly guilty. Even if Fowler and Hank were similar in age… Hank was of retirement age too.

“You deserve it, Andrea.” Connor set a hand on her shoulder. Overthinking was one of Andrea’s greatest vices. He knew he couldn’t change that about her but perhaps he could ease some of the pain it caused her. “You will be a great Captain. I know it.”

Chris nodded in agreement, “Yeah. Plus, you’ll get your own office now! Away from Gavin.” He teased, knowing the detective in question was listening intently from his desk.

That was a plus. Another plus was the ability to fire him if she needed to. Though, Andrea had a feeling Gavin would be a lot less of an asshole with her in charge. Daniel… she wasn’t so sure of. She’d have to gauge it when she becomes Captain.

“Not to mention…” Tina smirked, “You get a rocking first-day party next week planned by yours truly.” She winked. “Now…. what’s your favorite foods? Because I already have some baklava and spanakopita on my list but I don’t know if that's like a Greek stereotype or if you actually like that. So let me know.” Andrea was about to respond. “Actually, text me 'cause I probably won’t remember off the top of my head.” Andrea had to suppress a laugh as she nodded. She did like Greek food but it wasn’t the only kind of food she ate.

Connor and Nines shared an amused look. Connor was proud of his lover. She absolutely deserved this. She was so kind and loving and yet was full of so much self-doubt that it pained Connor to see her feel like she was undeserving of every good thing that came her way. He blamed it on the weight of the world (or moon) on her shoulders. Nines was proud of his friend. She was nothing but kind to him, even at the beginning of his deviancy. He appreciated her honesty. Why wouldn’t the Goddess of Justice be honest? Well, with those she trusted.

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2039, September 7th

At approximately 10:00 am

The police station was decorated with banners and fliers donned with “CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR PROMOTION!!!” strewn all around the office. Andrea was almost done moving her things into the Captain’s office. She seemed happy enough and that’s all Connor could ask for. The entire precinct staff was there including a retired Fowler, Kamski, Chloe, Markus, North, Simon, and Josh. The Jericho leaders were happy to see someone who cared about their people put in a higher position of power in the precinct. Andrea may not be able to do much when it came to government but she’d judge the victims and suspects of the precinct fairly.

With a breath, Andrea left her new office and grabbed a spanakopita from the break room. She appreciated the party as a gesture but it wasn’t something she needed. Connor spotted Andrea and made his way over to her. He could tell something was eating away at her. “Pos eisai agapi mou??” He whispered in Greek, eyebrows furrowed.

TRANSLATION:

My love, how are you doing?

Surprised, Andrea looked up at Connor. She knew Connor was an android, therefore he had a million different dialects programmed into him but she never heard him speak her language before. “Eímai entáxei.” She eventually responded in Greek as she took another bite of her snack. “Aplá synklonisménos.” She was glad she had a family, earthly and divine.

TRANSLATION:

I’m alright. Just overwhelmed.

However, they were very different from each other. Andrea would be glad to see any of her siblings or nieces and nephews besides Poseidon. Olympus was rarely empty but the realm of the Gods didn’t feel like home anymore. Before Connor, Andrea wondered if she could reside on the Moon in the same way Poseidon resided in his realm of the Sea. Now, she didn’t see the need for that.

“Vlépo...” Connor pursed his lips. “Would you like to go outside? I believe the moon is visible in the sky since it’s a clear day.” He offered softly. He could tell that simply seeing the moon helped re-energize Andrea. He wasn’t exactly sure why but he equated it to her being a Goddess.

TRANSLATION:

I see…

With a nod, Andrea followed Connor outside. The moon was full. It looked like a perfectly round cloud in the middle of the blue sky. Andrea visibly calmed, leaning against a wall as she looked up at it. Connor intertwined their hands, pressing a kiss to her cheek. He could feel the tension leaving her body. He was glad he could have that effect on her.

The pair stayed there for a while until Andrea turned towards Connor. “I think I’m good now.” Connor knew she needed to decompress, becoming Captain would be stressful for anyone.

Connor hummed in response, admiring the way Andrea’s chest rose and fell with her breathing. Simply knowing the beat of her heart calmed him. He wasn’t sure why. “Would you like to go back inside? Tina might mind but if you want to go home…” Connor’s eyes flicked up to her deep blue ones.

Andrea’s eyes flickered with something dark. “Giatí? Tha boroúsate loipón na échete mazí mou?” She knew Connor loved it when she spoke her native language. And he knew she’d use it to her advantage.

TRANSLATION:

Why? So you could have your way with me?

Another side effect of the full moon. Andrea’s libido would rise exponentially. The daylight suppressed it but at night… Connor couldn’t wait for night.

“Don’t think you want your first time to be in an alleyway, Connor.” Kamski teased. He was leaning just outside the doorway back into the precinct.

Right. Connor only knew of Andrea’s change of… desire at a full moon because she told him. Not because he had any experience with Andrea like that. She was partial to simply locking herself in her room if it became too bad.

Kamski watched the pair for a moment. “You two need to come back inside. Chloe wants to talk to you.” He glanced at Andrea. “Nothing serious, in case you’re wondering. And I think Hank might explode if Nines keeps barring him from the cake.”

“Wait, you didn’t tell me there was cake.” Andrea’s eyes widened. While she was partial to Greek sweets, cake was one of her favorite desserts ever. Chocolate with strawberries was her favorite.

“Yeah. Chocolate…oop. And she’s gone.” Kamski and Connor watched as Andrea ran inside to get a piece. He leaned over to Connor, eyes still trained on Andrea. “Does she still eat a coffee cake almost every morning for breakfast?”

Connor’s eyebrows furrowed. “Yes.” How did Kamski know that?

“Good to know some things never change.” Kamski laughed. Much like his relationship with his brother. That didn’t change. And it probably never would. He then motioned for Connor to come inside so he could close the door.

Connor did. On his way to the main bullpen, he admired his surroundings. The Jericho leaders were talking with Nines, Chloe, and Hank, Chris, Tina, and Sarah were bickering over something, Daniel and Gavin seemed to have a nice rapport (while both awful people, Connor felt glad they could have each other) while Andrea was in the middle of cutting a slice of cake for herself. The cake, as Kamski explained, was chocolate with cream cheese icing and was decorated in a deep blue color and white lettering that read:

HAPPY PROMOTION DAY!!!

It also had a moon in the top right corner as well as a few stars. When Connor asked Tina about it when she brought it in she said “I dunno, Andrea just seems like star and moon girly to me.” Oh, how true that was.

Andrea took a bite of the cake and hummed. “It’s a little sad there’s no thirium in this or I would offer you some. It’s so good.” She bounced a little out of happiness.

[Note to self: next time Andrea gets sad, bake her a cake]

“I’m glad you like it.” Connor smiled after a moment of his LED whirring yellow.

Andrea coughed, setting down her plate as she looked up at Connor. “I know you helped put all this together.” Her eyes softened. Connor knew she’d find out eventually. Although, he wasn’t too concerned about it being a secret. “S'agapó.” She took his hand as she set one of hers on his jaw. “Eísai o ílios apó ton opoío to fengári mou paírnei to fos tou.” Her eyes were so soft. So deep that Connor could see himself getting washed away in them, like the ocean. He didn’t mind.

TRANSLATION:

You are the sun from which my moon gets its light.

Connor’s LED turned pink. Hot pink. Previously, Andrea wasn’t one to express her love in so many words. He liked it. Perhaps she was more comfortable doing it in her native language.

From across the room, Kamski and Chloe watched the exchange. Everyone else was too busy talking or trying to get a little work done. “You think I should fix that?” Kamski spoke. The pink LED phenomenon wasn’t something he’d seen in an android before. Whether that was because most deviants took off their LED after deviancy or some other thing, he wasn’t sure. Was it a bug? If so, it seemed only Connor had it.

“No.” Chloe tilted her head slightly as she watched the pair share a kiss. “She likes it.”

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masterthespianduchovny · 2 years

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Correct, correct, and correct. And don't get me wrong. I feel for Richie. That man is in some serious pain and he has a lot of healing to do. He lost his best friend. His brother, basically. But that does not absolve him of his wrongdoings. He very much believes he deserves to be in charge. You see it in the first episode, when he is undermining Carmy and berating him left and right. I get he is clinging to the memory of Mikey and what they had but....the place was a mess. And nostalgia does not negate a failing business. Even Tina told Richie that her shit was sharp now that she was working with Sydney and Carmy. And Sydney told Tina previously that she didn't have time to fuck around and she has every right to say that. That's what it's like when you are someone like Sydney. When you see what you are capable of, you double down on that shit and you go hard. Because when you see yourself and see your power, that is freedom. And a lot of white people do not understand that because they DO coast, just like you said and they hate to be confronted with how basic they truly are. I literally will never forget this one time I was presenting the beginning of a project, had fully fleshed out colors and logos and shit, and this one white guy (the only straight white guy in the program, so you know people were fawning =/) was criticizing my shit. We get to his project and he has....nothing. We could not even give feedback because he didn't have enough work. So he really had the audacity to tell me what was wrong with my shit but had shown up with literally no work done. And he would do that constantly with my work, like say he didn't get it or try to change it and make it look basic. That's what it's like. I, like you, have lived and gone to school around white people, and a lot of them really just get handed things. For the bare minimum. And again, that's why Sydney and Carmy stand out (and why people like Tina and Marcus are coming up with them). They know that greatness is in the work. In the trenches and the details. And they get down there and work. And rather than do the work or be inspired by her story, you have people trying to knock Sydney down a peg because she defends herself and makes it clear she is more than capable. When she has taken punch after punch and she didn't have to. And it's not like I don't find fault with her either. Like, she talks like a Gen Zer and I personally find that grating. But who cares? Like, that's my problem. It doesn't mean I go around trying to shit on her and find reasons to hate her. People just need to own up to the fact that their racism is showing and their thin veils aren't cutting it anymore.

Funny enough, I do sympathize with Richie, however, I feel he gets excused a lot and his problematic behavior is either ignored, trivialized, or seen as not a big deal. And that's fucked up. The shit he had said and done to Sydney is not acceptable. He's also a huge distraction and liability at times. If Mikey had his shit together, Richie would've been fired OR been told to get his shit together. Instead, his friend with a huge addiction and failing business is letting this man do whatever. And, perhaps, that's what he was really upset about: he realized he didn't even deserve to run the register, so why in the hell would Carmy even consider letting him have a position of power? Even more, he got why Mikey chose Carmy over him. He was resentful as fuck about it though.

Carmy IS talented. And that talent took him presumably all over the world and he's winning awards and shit and working in fine dining and what does Richie have? He had the illusion of power by being Mikey's best friend and the closest to him as well as the idea that he was going to run the business. That's why he gets high off the employees texting him and talking about the "delicate fucking ecosystem." It takes him a long time to realize it was so delicate because it was poorly managed.

Richie also feels threatened by Sydney on a ambitious level. He does not have will, ambition, or drive. He's always been content and just doing whatever. Now he's getting older--40s presumably--and where has that gotten him? A cashier in a business that he worked in with his best friend who then passed the business along to his little brother. Said little brother hires a second in command who is way younger than him, more accomplished, and more driven. She also sees him for the loser that he is. But Sydney's drive and determination and her take no prisoners approach. Yeah, that's very intimated to a man like him. He's always had more opportunities in life than her, which he knows, yet she's way further in life in her mid 20s than he is in his 40s. She's his FUCKING boss, at that.

And you see the stark differences between the two. Richie is always fucking around and got time for chit chat. Sydney is making sure everything is working smoothly and things are being done correctly. She also knows when something has gone wrong and how to fix it. She is not only prepared, she anticipates what needs to be done or what will happen next. Richie lives to moment to moment, but honestly, I'm being generous. He's playing catch up.

Because they come from two different places, Richie will never understand that power and freedom mean two different things to him and Sydney. And the rest he won't is because of how heavily he invested in white mediocrity and coasting off of it.

White men especially will always have the audacity and entitlement to being gatekeepers, yet won't even bring a fraction of what we bring to the table and see absolutely nothing wrong with it. I have no idea how I managed to escape criticism from these asshole. lol. Meaning in school. People really didn't challenge me and it's probably I always came off well versed in various topics (even when I wasn't), regularly volunteered, and debated teachers sometimes. LOL. It sounds nerdier than it was. However, I did see them question and argue teachers and were blatantly wrong, it was so annoying. It was clear that they hadn't done the work and this came from a person who skimmed it. Even had a discussion with a lecturer about it. My freshman year, a former friend of mine, incoming freshman as well (LMFAO) was talking about how our professor had things wrong in the history book they wrote. I was in such disbelief! Although I know not everyone is right just because they write books, but the audacity to little be in your first semester and never question if perhaps you are the wrong one.

That's what the critics don't get. Sydney rightfully earned the respect of the kitchen (as well as Carmy), so they have no issue listening to her and implementing what she says. Richie is the holdout because he's petulant and resentful. He also doesn't like that she barks back and isn't intimidated by him. I get my life every time I see Sydney wave that knife and implies she will stab him!!! The problem is: they're used to black people backing down and the fact that Sydney refuses to has them shook. Especially against a white man! If she won't deal with his shit, she definitely at dealing with white women's shit. LMFAO.

According to them racism doesn't exist anymore and they think we can't pick up microaggressions. Being black in America means knowing the nuances of communication, feedback, and interaction. It's how we can tell if someone is cosplaying as us or can tell when someone is white, despite them not disclosing their race.

#the bear mail

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letterstotheflre · 2 years

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TINA! pls don't kill me but i remembered this idea i had a while back and is very close to my heart so just think of this like a lil baby i'm handing to you lmao. could i request 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 sfw blurb where reader is a bit socially anxious. she's just basically always scared of embarassing herself, and we know james doesn't give two shits about any of that, so one day while they're on the street, she gets anxious like she often does and this time james decides to help her loosen up so he starts dancing around, encouraging her to join him even though people are watching. i got this idea watching the uberlin music video with atj if that's any help. feel free not to do it if it doesn't speak to you and sorry for this fucking testament length ask lol

oop this got too long but it was very relatable and i couldn't stop writing lol

all i need is to see your face

GIF IS MINE! (oop look at me, making gifs)

warnings: anxiety

word count: 981

a/n: idk what they call the subway cards in the uk and i'm too lazy to look it up, so lets pretend it's metro card okay? also idk how to describe dancing lol, the movement i had in my mind was the one from that scene with harry and hermione in deathly hallows? i hope you know what i mean

Your hand is clammy against James’s.

You cling to his arm as you walk, almost using him as a shield to avoid people’s stare. And you know they are staring. You can feel the burn of their gaze on your face, on your back, on your uncovered legs.

Maybe you should’ve worn a longer skirt.

James leads the way towards the subway station, trying to keep you distracted by talking about anything and everything.

The closer you get to your destination, the louder your heart beats against your ribcage. You’re pretty sure James can hear it, or at least feel the pulse against his palm. But he pretends everything is fine. Clearly, it's not, because your brain is going haywire with all the possible catastrophic scenarios.

Someone could rob you, or touch you. What if you get the wrong stop? Or if you go in the wrong direction and end up in the wrong station? You’ll have to go back, and everyone will know that you got it wrong because they already saw you walking past them.

Oh god, what if your metro card is empty and the gate doesn’t let you through? People would get mad at you and start whispering and rolling their eyes because you’re going to make them lose the subway!

Jesus, you can’t believe you let your therapist convince you to try going on public transport with James. You don’t even need to use it! You have James, and he has a car and he can drive you anywhere you need!

See? Completely unnecessary and very independent of you!

It gets darker as you go down the stairs, a foul and wet smell filling your nostrils. You scrunch your nose, squeezing James’ hand even tighter when a man breezes by a little too close to you.

“You're okay, baby," he comforts, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. He's been keeping tabs on you the whole walk, gauging your reaction to your surroundings and trying to see how long you could go without reassurance.

You managed to make it all five blocks and the stairs in a relatively calm state. He deems that a success.

When you get to the gate, James goes first, calmly sweeping his metro card on the scanner and strutting forward. When he's on the other side, he turns to you and gives you an easy smile, one that calms your nerves. Slightly.

With a shaky hand, you place your card on top of the scan, holding your breath. It takes a few seconds, but finally, the scanner turns green and the doors open, allowing you passage.

You scramble to James, wrapping your arms around him. He laughs softly and hugs you, smoothing his palm down your back. "I did it," you whisper against his chest, a note of pride in your voice.

"You did, angel. ‘M proud of you, you did so well."

"I didn't know if the way I was holding the card was the right one, though. I couldn't remember which way it is."

James leads you towards the stop, noting a guy that's playing the guitar near the two of you. "Doesn't matter, it scans both ways," he informs you, and you make sure to store that important piece of information in your mind.

It'll make next time easier.

You both wait for the subway, wrapped in one another, and your mind starts to wander again.

You'll have to be fast, least the doors close on you while you're halfway through. Should you sit or stand? How close to the doors should you even be? What was the name of your final stop, again?

You're about to ask James when you realise that you're swaying from side to side. James hums along with the guitar in the background, keeping you close to him as he dances in place.

"James," you hiss. You scan the station and notice multiple business people side-eyeing the pair of you. "What are you doing?"

"Dancing," he says simply.

"Well, stop it!" you whisper. You can feel their stares burning through you, and you want to cry. Your eyes even fill up with a couple of tears and you feel like an idiot, but Jesus doesn't this man have any shame? "They're looking, James. Please stop."

James grabs your face with both hands, squishing your cheeks together. "Don't worry about them. Just look at me, okay? Wanna have some fun with my pretty girl."

His hands fall to your sides, caressing your arms that go around his waist and going to hold your still sweaty hands. He links his fingers with yours and squeezes three times, slowly bringing them in between your bodies and stepping away from you.

He pulls on your arms and sways along with the movement, your body remaining stiff. "Eyes on me, angel," he reminds you.

You peel your gaze away from the whispering women on a bench and look into his hazel eyes. They shine with happiness, or maybe it's also pride? Whatever it is, it allows you to relax, and James is free to move you along.

He brings your body forward and turns along with you, resting his left forearm on the small of your back to have you pressed together, and extends your laced hands to the right.

You giggle when he repeatedly leans to the side until your knuckles grace the floor, then up until you point to the pipes in the ceiling. He peppers your skin with small kisses, laughing into your skin and feeling proud of himself when you go lax against him.

You don’t even notice the subway has arrived, and James dances his way inside with you, dropping you ceremoniously on a free seat and standing in front of you.

He raises your chin with his index, leaning down to place a sweet kiss on your lips. “M’brave girl.”

#2.2k.reading #james potter x reader

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darthsavior · 2 years

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I focus so much on Bette but really

Tina in the season 4-5 arc of realizing she wants Bette back is such a ride. From Tina feeling it’s not right to want her back after leaving, sabotaging her own relationships anyway, seething with quiet jealousy over Jodi while only encouraging Bette to fight for Jodi no matter the personal cost, letting Bette innocently peck her goodbye as she simultaneously vibrates with need she has to physically keep herself from leaning into, being nearly seconds away from crying in every scene she has with Bette up to and including the KISS, nearly seconds from crying every other time after when she a) fundamentally doesn’t want to be a cheater but b) cannot handle the possibility bette would actually be in love with someone else (which notably did not happen with La carpenter) and c) knows shes gonna have to be a cheater to survive because she can’t help wanting to be with Bette regardless of their status and d) fully and bafflingly believes Bette would have an affair with her cause just uhh #bettelovesaffairs.com?? or something (laughable) and that they don’t truly have a future, e) therefore won’t get her hopes up except shes again going to burst into tears at any instant or get extremely drunk about it and f) never EVER going to tell Bette herself how much she loves her still and wants to be with her for fear Bette won’t want her back anymore (hysterical).

The part I LOVE, which I rambled about before, is the reason they have the KISS breakthrough is 100% down to Tina for the tiniest fraction of a moment finally dropping her guard enough to Bette albeit in the least intrusive, most innocent way that she was not only jealous, there was longing in a general sense that Bette had Jodi. That Bette was lucky. Lucky! She came close to it once before when Bette was deciding to keep fighting to be with Jodi poolside, and Tina still with Henry obliquely refers to taking Bette’s dysfunction over the boring man she’s been seeing then avoiding Bette when she shows immediate interest in the comment. But lucky? First, Bette at her core feels extremely unlucky not to be with Tina. Second, Bette knows what Tina means when she is being indirectly direct however much it’s wrapped in emotional armor. Tina clearly is hurting. Which finally, Bette could never as a bystander allow. And well the rest is history.

Tina’s whole vulnerability and strength and immorality and uncertainty and rigidity during her evolution that completes in s6 is … I’m ever in awe how she navigates that period. Tina silently suffers. She doesn’t talk to anyone in their close circle or ever even to Bette about it? She just endures, and indeed I believe to their later detriment, Tina doesn’t redeclare what she went through at least on screen even in their elevator confession scene. It’s why the pink ride is ultimately such a disaster- she explodes at the worst time- those at bay tears betraying her at last.

To think anyone thinks this character is boring -perhaps because she isn’t loud in her pain-is a shame.

#thoughts #tania shouts in space #tibette #tlw #otp: it feels like coming home #thinking about this again - and yeah it is really interesting tina not once thinks bette was in love with the carpenter #nor does the narrative - it's very obvious bette is simply acting out her grief about the miscarriage and at the same time #rightly never excuses her for it

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12tardis · 4 years

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Not That Dress (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Warnings: S M U T under the cut

Requested: yes @the-knights-of-saint-gay said ‘I want some dick (personally I think Newt is the pounding type and the reader is moan-in-his-mouth-while-doing-missionary type’ lmao this request still got me SENT- hope you like it love 💕

Summary: There’s a particular dress of yours that you know always drives your husband mad. You are having far too much fun teasing your husband but what will happen when you push him too far? Featuring shameless flirt!reader and very exasperated Newt on their honeymoon.

A/N: this is straight UP sin ppls I know I know I wrote a lot of fluff in the lead up to the thing - but is anyone surprised by this point? I tried really hard to not make Newt too OOC and I kinda vibe this for him ngl. I stand by my previous statements that Newt is a Hufflepuff through and through - even in the bedroom. Seriously I feel like I need some holy water IM SORRY.

Words: 4611

Taglist: @moonkissk7 @just-an-auror

Newt knew he was in trouble the second you stepped out of the hotel room in that dress with a little sparkle in your eyes that told him you knew exactly what you were doing.

He should have known you were plotting something the moment you told him to wait out in the hall and that you would be ready in a moment. You’d never had an issue with getting dressed in front of him before though Newt would always face the other way to give you privacy like a true gentleman.

This was something you always teased him for, often draping yourself over his back and wrapping your arms around him from behind just to see him blush when he realised you were in nothing but your undergarments.

- - - - -

“Y/N, would you get dressed? We’re going to be late”, he croaked out in a strained voice, feeling the warm blush travelling down his cheeks as you skimmed your hands over his chest with a soft hum.

“Honey, we’re going to be wed in less than a month. I don’t think you have to look the other way when I’m getting changed anymore,” you chuckled as you pressed a soft kiss to his jaw, trailing your hand over his firm chest one last time before you stepped away from him.

“I know but I wasn’t raised to be a Peeping Tom, darling.”

“Well you had no problems looking at me last night when w-“

“Y/N!” Newt cried out loudly and you could see the blush now working its way up the back of his neck.

“Oh please Newt how can you possibly be shy after all the things-“

“I’m NOT LISTENING! You’re trying to get a rise out of me and I’m NOT listening!” Newt called, clapping his hands over his ears and making a scene of humming loudly over your teasing.

You smirked to yourself as you tugged on the one dress, the one article of clothing you knew he would protest you wearing, checking your reflection over with a proud smile before you twirled him around by his shoulders to face you.

Newt’s eyes widened comically as he took you in and you caught the way his eyes dropped briefly to the neckline of the dress before he looked back up at you with his jaw agape “no no no no no. Absolutely not, anything but that.” he rambled shaking his head quickly.

He paused when he saw you glaring at him with one hand cocked on your hip “excuse you Newton Scamander but since when did you start deciding what I can and can’t wear?”

Newt actually let out a quiet whine then, looking at you with a pleading expression as he took your hands “I don’t and I can’t- I would never ever I am just begging you- not that dress. Not when we’re going to visit my parents.”

You dropped your peeved facade immediately at his pleading, the smug smile returning to your lips “why not this dress? What’s so special about this dress?” You tried to play innocent and clueless but Newt was not having it as he gripped your hips in his hands with a little more vigor than he usually would.

“You know exactly what you little minx,” he said lowly as he pulled you in against him without warning and began to pepper the column of your neck with kisses causing you to squeal.

And you did know. You had knowingly Pavloved your sweet, oblivious boyfriend to react a certain way whenever he saw you in said dress.

It had been the dress you had been wearing the first time you went down on him and the dress you wore before you slept together for the first time. You’d worn it several times since, when you had initiated sexy time.

Newt had eventually come to recognise it as the dress that drives him mental.

You pushed him away, looking up at him with a shy smile then because you knew he was right and it really wouldn’t be appropriate to tease him in such a way for lunch with his parents.

“Okay okay” you said, holding your hands up in surrender as you reached back to unzip the dress, rolling your eyes when Newt turned away from you quickly.

Shaking your head with a fond smile you made quick work of getting changed before you stepped around to face him. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sigh of relief he let out when he saw you were decent because your fiancé may have very well been the most adorable and sweetest man on the planet.

You smiled as he took your hand in his own, fixing you with one last exasperated expression before he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand “one day, I might just snap. And then what will you do?”

“Sit back and take it like a good girl.” you said casually with a sweet smile, giggling at the look of utter shock he now wore. He took a few minutes to gather himself and lift his jaw from the floor.

- - - - -

And now a month later you were on your honeymoon with your husband and you were travelling around the world with him as he’d promised. Currently you were in New York because it was where you had promised to drop in first and catch up with Tina, Queenie and Jacob.

You’d immensely enjoyed catching up with the Goldstein’s and getting to see how Jacob’s bakery was thriving and now you were due at the younger sisters' flat for a small cocktail night that Queenie and Jacob were throwing.

Now you were looking forward to the chance to dress up but Newt had needed some persuasion as usual from the moment that Queenie had mentioned the word ‘party.’

He was sulking in the hotel corridor when you appeared in the dress and you didn’t miss the way his eyes lit up instantaneously before a dark expression quickly passed over his features.

“Y/N”, he murmured in a half scolding tone but you were quick to shrug your coat on and take his hand in your own, tugging him down the corridor after you.

“Not another complaint out of you, mister. We’re going to be late.” You tossed his own words in his face as you pulled him along. The coat covered you up for the most part and Newt was relieved but he knew that relief would be short lived.

When you arrived at Queenie and Jacob’s place Newt was completely distracted by greeting the Goldstein sisters and the sheer volume of people packed into the tiny flat that he missed you slipping off your coat behind him.

“Ah Mr. and Mrs. Scamander have arrived!” Jacob called loudly, clapping Newt on the shoulder and you couldn’t help the smile and small flutter in your chest at the use of your new title.

“Sorry we’re late, the Niffler was being a nuisance,” you lied so easily that Newt quickly looked back at you where you were greeting Tina and Queenie.

The retort died on his lips and he gulped audibly as his gaze roved over your form. He broke out of his ogling when Queenie’s surprised giggle met his ears and he glanced at the woman to see her covering her mouth as she looked back at Newt in amusement.

Odd. He could have sworn she couldn’t easily read his thoughts.

“When you’re thinkin’ em that loud honey I’m pretty sure even Jacob knows” Queenie teased as she hugged him tightly in greeting, squeezing his shoulder to reassure him.

“Relax sweet cheeks, you’re recently married to the girl of your dreams and your thoughts are loud with happiness. Ain’t no one here gonna judge you,” Queenie murmured for only Newt to hear and Newt smiled thankfully back at her though he couldn’t suppress the blush that filled his cheeks.

“Well I don’t suppose Y/N’s inner monologue is embarrassing like mine,” Newt murmured and Queenie smiled widely at him before she peeked back over her shoulder to where you were talking animatedly with Tina.

“She’s just thinking about you. And calling herself Mrs Scamander over and over again.” Queenie laughed and Newt looked back at you in adoration, shaking his head to himself as he made his way over to you with drinks for both of you.

Not long later you were sitting pressed into his side at a small table listening to Tina ramble on about her most recent case at MACUSA. Newt was finding it increasingly more difficult to focus on Tina’s words as you lay your hand on his knee and slowly began to trail your hand up his leg.

Newt jolted a little when your hand drifted a little too close to the growing tent in his trousers and he quickly gripped your hand in his own, glancing down at you.

But of course you just smiled innocently back up at him, tracing your other hand along the neckline of your dress and Newt had to dig deep to find the willpower to look away from you and focus back on Tina who was still talking about the pile of paperwork she’d had to sign that week.

Newt frowned when you worked your hand free from his and wandered away from him, his eyes following you as you made your way to the makeshift bar.

You were in the middle of fixing you both another round of drinks when a gentleman sauntered over to you, grinning down at you widely “and who is this little heartbreaker we have here? What are you doing fixing your own drinks, angel face?”

You couldn’t help but twitch at the pet name because it sounded utterly wrong coming from someone other than Newt. The man in question was now leering down at you with the most obnoxious smirk on his face and your eyes quickly flicked to your husband.

Newt had noticed the man immediately as he’d been watching you from across the room and he felt a heat flaring up his neck at the way the other man was looking like he wanted to devour you.

He was just about to push himself to his feet and go and intervene as you were preparing to put the man in his place. But Queenie beat you both to it as she slipped between the pair of you, gripping the young man by his shoulders.

“Patrick, Y/N is a married woman! And I suggest you remove yourself before Mr.Scamander unleashes one of his creatures on you.”

The man, Patrick, blinked quickly and glanced over at Newt before he looked back at you and then at Queenie “Scamander? Oh Mrs. Scamander m-my apologies! I’ll be right outta your hair!” He scurried away and you returned back to the table where Newt was sat with Tina with Queenie in tow.

You slid back into your seat beside Newt as he curled his arm around your waist protectively, lifting your hand to his mouth and pressing his lips to your soft skin.

He took particular care to brush his lips over your ring finger as he held your gaze, twirling the wedding band on your finger while you smiled back at him as if to say ‘yes I know. I’m yours.’

The rest of the room and the people in it faded into the background as you gazed back at your husband, lifting your other hand to play with the hair at the nape of his neck, noticing his little shiver in response.

His hand fell to your knee this time and he thumbed at the fabric of your dress as he became vaguely aware of Tina still rambling on at him. Newt looked back at her, nodding along and plastering on a look of interest as he slowly pushed the fabric of your dress up along your thigh.

He bit his lip when you scraped your nails along the nape of his neck and laid your head on his shoulder, smiling back at Tina nonchalantly as you slowly let your legs fall open under the table. Newt wondered how easy it would be to just slide his hand up between your legs and into your panties an-

You both startled and sat up straight when Queenie began to choke on her drink violently, a pink blush colouring her cheeks as she looked back at the pair of you while Tina fetched her some water.

Newt flushed scarlet then as he realised what had happened. It was a mixture of the possessiveness he’d experienced just a moment before, the embarrassment he now felt along with the arousal that had been coursing through him all night because of you in that damn dress that had him getting to his feet quickly.

“I’m terribly sorry Tina, I’m really not feeling well I’m afraid we must go. We will have to resume this conversation another time.” Newt said in a rush as he pulled you to your feet, barely bidding his farewells to Queenie and Jacob before he was strolling out of the flat with his arm around your waist.

Jacob followed after you to fetch you your coat but he turned back to look at Queenie who had since recovered from her shock when he saw the two of you had already apparated away.

“Boy, Newt must really be feeling ill”, Jacob called out with a frown and Queenie laughed then, unable to stop herself as she took Jacob’s hand in her own.

“He’s not sick, sweetheart. More...excited,” she said slowly, laughing again as she watched the realisation dawn on Jacob’s face.

“Oh...OH! They grow so fast. It seems like only yesterday he was too shy to even kiss her!“

- - - - -

You raised your eyebrows in surprise when Newt managed to apparate you both back into your own hotel room and you recognised the look of complete focus in his eyes before he was pinning you back against the wall and kissing you hotly.

You kissed him back with just as much vigor, trying to lean into him more and letting out a gasp of surprise when he pushed you back against the wall firmly, looking at you with dark and lustful eyes.

“Merlin, Newt, what were you thinking about back there?” you breathed out, letting out another gasp as he nipped at the soft skin of your throat at the same time he pushed his thigh between your knees.

“I was thinking about fingering you right there under that bloody table,” he murmured lowly into your ear and you thought you might faint then.

What had happened to your sweet and gentle husband?

“What you have nothing to say now, huh?” Newt murmured as he lifted you up by the backs of your thighs, carrying you to the bed where he lay you down and wasted no time in slotting himself between your legs.

“You’ve been teasing me all night- fuck it, all week really ever since the wedding. In this sinful little dress of yours”, he brushed his lips over yours teasingly before he worked his hand up under your skirt “and now you have nothing to say to me?”

Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, your eyes widening because he very rarely cursed and at his words you felt the heat and a deep ache building between your legs.

You moved to wrap your arms around his neck as you usually would, making a noise of surprise when he let out a growl and pinned your hands above your head firmly “no touching.”

You couldn’t deny the way you clenched in response to his rough handling but you were still surprised as you tried to wrap your legs around his waist, gasping in shock when he used his body to pin you to the mattress.

“I said no touching”

“Well then what do you suppose I do then, Mr. Scamander?” you said in a much brattier tone than you had intended, smirking up at him.

Which you really shouldn’t have done because that only urged him to fix you with a smirk of his own “I don’t know...I suppose you could just- what was it? Oh yes,sit back and take it like a good girl,” he purred your own words back at you and it was your turn to stare back at him in utter shock and undeniable arousal.

He crushed his lips against yours again before you could come up with any more sarcastic retorts, his hand slipping under your dress and into your panties where he pushed two long fingers inside you without warning.

You cried out into his mouth as you rocked your hips up against his hand, clenching down on his digits hard in your shock.

Newt began to work his fingers deep inside you as he pulled back from the kiss, instead pressing hot opened mouth kisses down over your neck and between your cleavage before working his way back to your neck.

“So gorgeous for me my angel,” Newt breathed into your ear as he crooked his fingers deep inside of you, his cock straining and hard in his slacks.

“Newt please”, you whined desperately, clutching at his shoulder as you bucked your hips wildly in pleasure.

“Please what my darling? Tell me what you need.” he purred, freezing his actions completely in favour of sitting back and looking down at you. You just looked so pretty sprawled out for him, looking at him with such wanton beauty.

You whined in frustration when he stopped his ministrations and pulled his fingers free, trying to shift your hips and whimpering when he simply used his forearm to hold you still with that stupid sexy smirk on his face.

“I want you!” you whined again and Newt almost felt guilty for the briefest moment until he remembered how you’d been incessantly teasing him, driving him wild.

“You have me, baby. I’m all yo-“,

You groaned loudly in frustration, tipping your head back at his cruel teasing “oh my stars Newt! I want you. Inside me. Not your fingers.” You were practically pleading now but you were far too gone to care. Especially when he was rubbing teasing circles on your hip with his thumb and you could feel your own wetness on his digits.

Newt felt his cock give an interested jolt in the tight confines of his pants at your words and he relented his firm hold of you to reach for his pants instead. He made quick work of undoing his pants and shoving them down but you also used the window of opportunity to rise up onto your knees, pushing him onto his back before he could realise what was happening.

You wasted no time in straddling him, tugging your dress off over your head before you crashed your lips to his and reached down to grip his hard cock in your hand. You pumped the hard length in your hand a few times before you settled in his lap, rocking against him with a soft moan.

Newt groaned when you began to grind against him, grazing his teeth against your skin as he tucked his face into the crook of your neck “Y/N”, he groaned again when you gripped his throbbing cock again and rubbed the head of it against your glistening slit.

You rose up on your knees a little bit, gripping Newts shoulder hard in one hand and his throbbing length in the other and Newt held his breath and closed his eyes in anticipation.

But he blinked his eyes open again after a few moments passed and you hadn’t moved an inch. He let out a growl when he spotted the teasing little smile you had on your lips and he pushed you back onto the bed in one fluid motion, spreading your legs with his calloused hands and then settling over the top of you.

“You just love it don’t you?” He looked down into your eyes as he positioned his cock at your entrance “you love driving me wild...teasing me so I’ll snap”, he murmured as he nipped at your earlobe, running one hand up your body and tweaking one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

He relished the small mewl you let out in response as you wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to thrust your hips up towards him and whimpering when he held you down with his other hand.

“That boy is just lucky he had half a brain not to lay a hand on you”, Newt breathed against the skin of your neck, marking your sensitive skin.

“W-why’s that?” You managed to stutter out, your lips parting a moment later when his thumb rubbed over your clit.

“Because only I get to see you like this.” He thrust his length into you in one fluid thrust, letting out a low groan of pleasure and tipping his head back as you cried out from the sudden intrusion.

You were gripping his shaft with your walls in the most delicious way as you clenched your muscles tightly around him. “Oh Newt,” you sighed out, your voice high and breathy as you keened at the way he was stretching your walls.

It was a welcome contrast to his usual slow method of opening you up bit by bit with his mouth and fingers. Just the dark look of lust in his eyes and the unreserved pleasure on his face was enough to make you a trembling mess beneath him.

Newt pulled his hips back slowly until just the tip of his cock was inside you, slamming his hips forward in one motion with a deep groan before he set up a pace of thrusting into you continuously.

You couldn’t help your cries of pleasure as he had his way with you, completely captivated watching how unreserved and dominant your husband now was. He was pounding into you with abandon and you could do nothing more than lay there and take it, rolling your own hips up to meet his.

“You’re so incredible,” Newt panted, the sweat forming on his brow as he moved above you and inside you. His hips stuttered to a complete halt though just a moment later and you whined in response, trying to understand why on earth he had stopped but then you saw him scrambling for his wand and muttering about a protection spell.

“Leave it,” you breathed out without a second thought, taking his hand in your own and Newt whipped his head back to look at you in shock. “We don’t...I’m not worried. We’ve spoken about this already and- well I’m ready if you are,” you murmured as you squeezed his hand in yours, looking back at him with wide eyes.

Newt stared back at you blankly for a moment and you were worried you’d upset him but then he was pinning both of your hands back above your head and crashing his lips to yours in a deep kiss as he began to thrust into you again.

This time he was really pounding into you with a whole new sense of purpose and you moaned into his mouth as you squeezed your legs around him, spurring him on to fuck into you harder.

He was handling you far more roughly than he ever had before and you were a trembling mess below him, shrieking into his mouth when one of his hands found its way between your legs again and he thumbed over your sensitive nub again.

Newt pulled back at your shriek but when he saw the look of utter euphoria on your face he tucked his own face into your neck, sucking at the marks he’d made earlier while he jackhammered into you “come on darling, let go for me. Come for me angel”, he murmured directly into your ear like he knew you loved, flicking over your clit even faster.

Your entire body shuddered as the coil in your stomach finally snapped and you came, wrapping your arms around him tightly and crying out into his shoulder as you clenched around him rhythmically.

“Ohhh Merlin, Y/N, Y/N I’m gonna,” he trailed off with a groan when he felt the way you were clenching around him, as if your pussy was trying to milk his cock.

You were still in the midst of your orgasm when you heard him and felt the way his cock swelled inside you just barely and you nodded quickly “yes come for me, baby. Fill me up,” you murmured before capturing his lips again.

Newt rutted into you just a few more times before he finally shattered at the thought of spilling his seed inside you unprotected and the sensation of you still gripping his length. He pumped into you slowly as the warm cum spurted from his cock, filling you to the brim.

You whined softly as the sensation and stroked at his messy hair while Newt collapsed against you, panting heavily against your shoulder.

When his breathing calmed after a minute or so he carefully pulled out from you and you closed your eyes, already missing the feeling of him. He flopped onto the bed beside you and you both lay there, catching your breath, you with a small blissful smile on your face.

“Y/N”, he said it so quietly with the most timid tone that you quickly looked over at him in confusion and when you saw the distressed look on his face you grabbed his hand in your own.

He opened his mouth to talk but you lifted your other hand to press a finger to his mouth, effectively shushing him “Newton, I swear to everything-you-hold-sacred that if you apologise for the best sex we’ve had yet I will hex your mouth shut.”

You looked back at his stunned expression and you moved your finger from his mouth and gently stroked his cheek “unless...unless you regret not using the protection charm. In that case we can reverse it, there’s nothing to worry about.”

You sat up, reaching for your wand but Newt took your hand, shaking his head before he dropped a delicate kiss to the back of your hand “no it’s not that I promise...I was just worried, I got- I got carried away. You promise I didn’t hurt you?”, he murmured, flicking his eyes up to look at you in concern.

“Sweetheart I promise. You didn’t hurt me. I would have told you if I wasn’t enjoying it. You have to trust that,” you soothed, gently caressing his cheek and pressing a soft kiss to his lips a moment later. You were constantly surprised by how gentle and caring he was but you were certainly happy to have seen this new side of your husband.

Newt smiled again and nodded before he gently pulled you into his lap, hugging you close and tucking his face into your shoulder “I love you Mrs. Scamander,” he murmured, smiling at the way you preened at the name.

He lifted you into his arms and headed towards the bathroom, and you wasted no time to smile flirtatiously up at him “ohhhh did I hear you say ‘round two in the shower?’ ” You teased winking up at him.

Newt rolled his eyes fondly at you, shaking his head “shut it you, that’s enough of your teasing for one week,” he said, dropping a gentle kiss to your forehead and you laughed softly in response.

“I love you too, Mr. Scamander.”

-Other Works Here!-

#newt scamander x reader #newton artemis fido scamander #newt scamander x you #newt scamander smut

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honest man [quinn fabray]

quinn fabray x fem reader

requested: Hello, hope you’re well! If you don’t mind can you please write, Quinn and Reader in relationship trying to hide it from the Glee club. However, it turns out everyone knows they're dating since they’re not subtle, just something funny and fluffy, thanks!

*not my gif*

You were walking down the hall to your next class, when all of a sudden you were getting dragged into a janitor’s closet.

“What the-” you were about to continue, when the mystery stranger placed their lips onto yours and that’s when you knew.

How could you forget those perfect lips? That you’ve been honored to kiss the past four months.

“Hi beautiful.” you say, breaking apart.

She kisses the tip of your nose before smiling at you. Even though it was dark you could still see the beautiful smile upon her face, “Hi baby.”

“You really need to stop dragging me into these janitor’s closets without warning? I get a heart attack literally every time!” you tease and she laughs softly.

Placing another small kiss upon your lips, “I’m sorry, but I do it everyday. You should know by now. Unless you have another girl that pulls you into janitor’s closets.”

You place your hand over your mouth, “Shoot! You’re right, I actually have to meet another beautiful blonde in the janitor’s closet near the gym.” you say, pretending to open the door.

She grabs your wrist pulling you back towards her. You wrap your arms around her waist as you spin the two of you around. She lets out a squeal before infectious laugh fills the small closet.

“You better not have another girl.” she says sternly.

And you begin peppering her face full of kisses causing another squeal to leave her mouth, “Only you, my love.”

The bell rings indicating it’s time for glee club, so the two of you share one more sweet yet passionate kiss. You look out the small window to see if anyone’s around before heading out first into Mr. Shue’s room.

You walk into Mr. Shue’s room with a little pep in your step, “What’s got you so happy Y/L/N?” Santana asks and you shrug.

“Just a good day, I guess.” you reply with a smile on your face.

She squints her eyes at you before ultimately going back to talk to Brittany. When Quinn walks in she has the beautiful smile on her face, taking a seat right behind you and next to Santana.

“Quinn, your lipstick is smudged.” Brittany points out and you freeze in your spot, stifling a laugh.

The late bell rang and Mr. Shue was still nowhere in sight. So everyone was just making small conversation with each other. You made conversation with the Unholy Trinity, talking about the most random things.

When Sam came over and started to talk to you. It was no secret to anyone, you were a pretty girl. And despite your obvious interests in girls, guys still flirted with you every now and then.

You didn’t mind though. You knew where your heart was and that’s all that mattered. But Quinn, she hated it. She wished she could just up to you and kiss you in the hallway.

But she couldn’t. The stakes were too high for your little secret relationship to come out.

“Can I borrow a kiss?” Sam asks, “I promise to give it back.”

“Dude that was terrible!” Puck says from where he was sitting shaking his head in disgust.

Puck clears his throat staring at you with a sultry look in his eyes, “Y/N, I’d offer you a cigarette, but you’re already smoking hot.”

Quinn’s jaw clenched, and she could feel herself turning green. That’s how jealous she was!

“Hey,” Santana whispers, “Are you okay?”

A smirk was plastered on her face, but Quinn didn’t even bother looking at the brunette. All she did was send death threats through glares at Puck and Sam.

“Fine.” Quinn replies simply.

Finn decided to chime in this time with own cheesy pickup line, “Are you an overdue book? Because you have fine written all over you.”

“Can you three stop hitting on my girlfriend?!” she hopped off of her seat behind you.

You looked at her wide-eyed as she grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled you in for a heated kiss. Everyone just plastered a smirk or a smile on their face. You wrap your arms around her waist and kiss her back just as passionately.

When you pull away, you look at your friends expectantly, “You owe me $10, wheels!” Santana says to Artie.

Artie lets out a sigh, shoving his hand his pocket to grab his wallet. He hands Santana $10 and she takes it, “Thank you.”

“Wait...you knew?” you ask.

“We all knew!” Puck says and everyone nods.

“It was pretty obvious.” Tina says simply, shrugging her shoulders.

Rachel nods, “We planned all of the flirting to get Quinn jealous.”

“Plus we heard you guys making out and doing other things in the janitor’s closet, last week.” Brittany says, “I was gonna ask to join, but Santana said no.”

Your face immediately flushes red as you hide your face in the crook of Quinn’s neck. She laughs softly placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Now that everyone knows, she’s off limits. As Santana would like to say flirting with my girlfriend is ‘no me gusta!” Quinn says, giving everyone a death glare.

#quinn fabray #quinn fabray imagine #quinn fabray x reader #quinn fabray x fem reader

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babymetaldoll · 3 years

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Act one (Spencer Reid/ Reader)

Requested: Yes. Hello hello @meowiemari

Summary: Spencer's girlfriend is a sweetheart, but he discovers a new side of her when she gets the lead on a play, and she portraits an unsub.

Category: Hardcore fluff 💜 (you know that's how we roll here)

Warnings: Maybe a little cursing here and there, but that's it.

Word count: 3,7K

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Spencer's girlfriend was a sweetheart. (Y/N) was the kind of girl who you thought might actually be a Disney princess in a different universe. She was adorable. Garcia was crazy for her, Morgan adored her, JJ thought of her as a little sister, and Prentiss always tried (and failed) to make (Y/N) curse once each time she saw her. They loved her.

And, of course, Spencer loved his girlfriend. He couldn't deny it. He didn't even try to do it. He knew he was young. He was just 25, after all. But he already knew she was the love of her life. Derek would always tease him about it, joking about how he was ready to propose to her, even after just six months of dating.

Spencer would laugh, but deep down, he knew Derek was right. (Y/N) was just perfect for him. She was the sweetest girl everywhere she went. That's why everybody was in shock when over dinner in Penelope's, she announced to the team she might play a serial killer in a play she was putting on with her drama group.

- "Oh, honey"- Penelope smiled and caressed her hand on the table- "There's no way you can actually pull that off."

- "What? Why?"- (Y/N) asked, confused, as the whole team nodded in agreement with Garcia's words.

- "You are too sweet to portray a killer nurse!"- Prentiss added

- "Well, I am not going actually to do it. I have to learn my lines and all, but I'm the substitute for the part."

- "Substitute?"- Spencer frowned, in shock- "What do you mean? You are amazing!"

- "Yeah, well, apparently not as amazing as Rachel Cooper. She got the lead role, again."- (Y/N) smiled and took a sip of her wine- "But, anyway, if anything happens, it's on, and I'll play a mass murderer nurse."

- "You are too sweet for that role, baby face"- Derek smiled at his friend and shook his head- "But you'd make an amazing job."

- "Thank you, Morgan. It's a little upsetting, 'cos I know I could do great. But well, I guess Rachel Cooper is gonna do an amazing job, and everybody's gonna be happy. It's really a team effort after all, and we are all there to have fun."

- "See?"- Penelope pointed at her- "You are too sweet to portrait a serial killer."

Spencer held (Y/N)'s hand on their walk back to her place and kissed it several times. She blushed and smiled at him as they talked of anything and everything.

- "Please don't hate me, but I'm kind of glad you didn't get the part."- Spencer confessed when they were about to reach (Y/N)'s door.

- "Why?"- she didn't get what he was talking about, especially considering she was dying to get that role in that play.

- "Because the guys are right, you are too sweet to play a mass murderer."

- "That's the idea of acting, Spencer, portraying someone you are not, and making your best to fit the role and convince the audience."

(Y/N) whispered and sighed as they walked the last couple of steps in silence.

Reid felt he had ruined it.

- "I'm sorry, buttercup. I know you'd do a great job. I was just trying to cheer you up."

- "I know, honey. It's ok."- (Y/N) whispered and cut him a small smile. She knew he was sincere.

- "I'll call you tomorrow."- Spencer said as they said their goodbyes on her apartment's door.

- "I had a great time tonight."- she answered and felt his lips on her for a second. She sighed and leaned over to kiss him again as soon as Spencer moved from her. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him for a moment.

- "I'm sorry you didn't get the part, (Y/N)."- Spencer murmured and looked into her eyes in adoration.

- "It's ok, Spencer."

- "You'd make an adorable killer nurse."- and she giggled as she felt his lips against hers. It was his favorite sound in the world, and it made Spencer feel butterflies in his whole body each time she laughed like that. So sweetly and bubbly.

- "You are just saying that 'cos you love me,"- she whispered and kissed him again. Spencer chuckled and thought he could love her even if she actually were a murderer.

During the next couple of weeks, (Y/N) divided her time after work between Spencer and rehearsals with her drama club. And each time she was at the theater, she was happy. She had a fantastic group of friends to have fun with. Except for Rachel Cooper. She was the exception of the whole gang. Actually, no one really liked her much. She had a nasty attitude toward everybody in the club. She acted like life was still the same as it was in high school. She thought she was one of the popular girls, and no one could mess with her.

No one but karma, apparently.

- "(Y/N)!! (Y/N)!! Where the hell are you?!"- everybody in the place could hear Rachel yelling backstage, looking for (Y/N).

- "I'm here! What is it?"- the girl waved and continued painting part of the background of the play.

- "I need you to sew my dress!"- Rachel commanded and literally threw her outfit on (Y/N)'s face.

- "You were supposed to have it done already! The premier is tomorrow!"

(Y/N) sighed and smiled at Rachel. Of all the people in the club, (Y/N) was the only one who didn't hate her. If anything, (Y/N) was the only one who was still somehow friendly with her. Why? 'Cos she couldn't' help it. She was just too nice for her own good.

- "Give me ten minutes, Rachel. You'll have it ready for the rehearsal"- (Y/N) answered and smiled- "Just let me wash my hands. I don't want this to be all covered with paint."

- "You better don't!"- Rachel mumbled and walked away.

- "How on earth can you be so nice with that bitch?!"- Tina turned to (Y/N) and raised an eyebrow- "Each time I hear her talk, I have to make a major effort not to break her fake nose against a wall"

- "Come on!"- (Y/N) frowned and shook her head- "She is just nervous. She is the lead. You know that can get to you when you are performing."

- "She was born being the lead. The lead witch of the meanest coven I've ever seen"- Tina added and shook her head- "Honey, you are too sweet with her, and people like her eat nice girls like you for breakfast.·

- "I'm not gonna change who I am just 'cos she is mean. And she hasn't done anything to me."

- "(Y/N)!"- Rachel yelled- "That dress is not going to sew itself!"- Tina looked at (Y/N) right into the eyes, and the girl just smiled.

- "She is just nervous. Don't be mean."

But Rachel wasn't friendly. Not with (Y/N), and not with anyone in the whole club. For twenty-two years old, she could be very juvenile. (Y/N) could understand her, though. She didn't know why, but she couldn't be mad at Rachel. If anything, she felt sorry for her. (Y/N) was sure it had to be a burden to be like that, and she bet Rachel didn't know better.

- "Hello?"- (Y/N) walked into Rachel's dressing room and picked up the phone, excited to read Spencer's name on the screen.

- "Hello princess, how are you?"

- "Hello honey, I miss you so much."- (Y/N) replied and nearly sighed just by hearing Spencer's voice at the other side of the line.

- "I miss you too, Bunny. I'm calling from the airport with good news, though. We are on our way back home."

- "Really? You caught the bad guy?!"- the way (Y/N) asked about the case made her sound younger and more naive than she was. Spencer smiled and blushed, imagining her shiny eyes and her excited face. Rachel cleared the throat and handed (Y/N) the dress and the sewing kit.

- "Yes, we'll be back home tonight, so do you wanna grab a late dinner with me?"

- "Of course! I'm in rehearsal right now, wanna meet at my place? I'll ask for some take-out from your favorite Korean place."

- "Sounds like a plan. See you later, princess."

- "I love you, Spencer."

- "I love you too."- Rachel rolled her eyes as (Y/N) placed her phone back in her pocket and started sewing her dress.

- "So, you have a boyfriend?"- the way Rachel asked that question made it sound like it was something shocking and improbable to happen.

- "Yes, Spencer and I have been dating for over half a year already,"- (Y/N) answered proudly

- "Spencer, uh?"- Rachel repeated his name and looked at (Y/N), raising an eyebrow- "And what does he do?"

- "He works at the FBI"- the girl answered with a big proud smile- "He is a profiler at the BAU."

- "What does that mean? Does he makes good money?"

(Y/N) chuckled and shook her head. She didn't even know if Spencer made good money or not at his job. But she knew the most important thing about it: that he loved what he did for a living and that he was happy going to work every day, 'cos he had the chance to save people's lives.

- "He analyzes the behavior of mass murderers and catches serial killers."- (Y/N) explained with pride in her voice- "He has been out of town for two weeks, and he just called to tell me he is coming back home."

- "Does he travel often?"- Rachel asked and raised an eyebrow staring at (Y/N), who smiled and nodded, sewing her dress.

- "Yes, he and the team have to work across the country."

- "So, how do you deal with all the cheating?"

- "What?"- (Y/N) frowned and looked at Rachel for a moment, confused and shocked by her words.

- "Oh, come ok, honey. If he travels so much, it's only obvious he must have some flings now and then. After all, he is a man."

- "You don't know Spencer. He is not like that"- (Y/N) answered and returned to her job. Rachel stood up and sighed.

- "Oh honey, I know men, and they are all the same. They can't keep it in their pants."

And after those poisonous words, Rachel chuckled and walked out of the room.

(Y/N) tried not to think about what she had just heard. Instead, she continued sewing and repeated to herself Rachel had no idea what she was talking about. It was clear someone had broken her heart, and now Rachel couldn't trust anyone. Maybe she didn't want anyone to trust anyone anymore. Whatever was the reason, (Y/N) felt it didn't mean Rachel was a bad person, only someone who had gone through some bad situation that had gotten the best of her.

(Y/N) made a mental note to invite her for ice cream or some tea after the play and talk. Maybe what Rachel needed was a friend.

- "Help!! Help me!"- someone yelling took (Y/N) from her thoughts and made her jump from her spot and run outside.

- "Help me! Please!!"

- "What happened?"- (Y/N) and the rest of the drama club found Rachel on the floor, crying in pain.

- "I was trying on the shoes for the play, and I think I sprained my ankle!"- Rachel yelled and hit the floor- "Call a fucking medic!"

- "Fucking call a medic yourself!"- Tina answered and turned around- "You have a fucking cellphone in your hand. Probably you fell 'cos you were too busy taking selfies to look where you were going."

- "I'll help you. Just stay still."- (Y/N) whispered and kneeled next to Rachel- "Let me get you some ice."

- "Hurry up!!"- Rachel grunted, crying. Tina rolled her eyes and turned around to go back to what she was doing.

- "That bitch doesn't deserve your help."

- "I need your help!"- (Y/N) nearly tackled Spencer as soon as he showed up at her door later that night.

- "Hello to you too, princess"- he answered and kissed her lips, chuckling.

- "Sorry, hi, how are you? How was your flight?"- she asked all the questions at once as she held his hand and crawled him into her apartment.

- "I'm so happy to see you!"- he said and smiled, keeping his eyes on her. (Y/N) walked around, searching for something.

- "Here!"- and when she found it, she handed it to Spencer and smiled- "I need your help!"

- "What is it, bunny?"

- "Remember the play I'm in? That I'm the substitute for the lead role?"

- "Yes, I remember."

- "The play is tomorrow, and two hours ago, Rachel Cooper sprained her ankle doing wardrobe fitting. And now I am going to be the mass murdered nurse killing it in the play!"- (Y/N) smiled and hugged Spencer.

- "Oh! But I feel so bad Rachel is hurt. I sent her chocolates and flowers. I hope that cheer her up a little bit."

- "Wait, wait, wait! Are you telling me my girlfriend is going to be the lead in the play?"- Spencer asked her, surprised. (Y/N) just nodded frenetically, and he hugged her again.

- "Buttercup! This is great!"

- "But I need your help with my lines! Please help me, Obi-Wan."

- "I'm guessing those are not your line."- Spencer joked, and (Y/N) giggled.

- " I only had one whole rehearsal today, and that's it. I need to work on my lines with someone for tomorrow."

Spencer stared at her excited and happy smile, and it didn't matter that he was exhausted from the travel and the last two weeks of work. He couldn't say no to that smile.

- "Of course I'll help you!"- (Y/N) clapped and jumped on her stop.

- "Thank you so much!"

- "But please tell me you got me tickets for tomorrow."

- "For you and the rest of the team, if they want to go."- (Y/N) replied and kissed her boyfriend's lips- "Thank you, Spencer. You are the best."

The next evening, Spencer dragged the whole team along with him to see (Y/N)'s play. He had never been more excited about going to the theater before. He had bought (Y/N) flowers, and he made sure to have the best seats in the whole place.

- "Ok, pretty boy,"- Morgan chuckled as he noticed Spencer kept fidgeting his fingers nonstop- "Why are you so nervous? It's just a play for fun."

- "I don't know. I just want (Y/N) to enjoy her time and be proud of what she does."

- "I'm sure she will"- Penelope smiled at Reid and tapped on his arm- "I'm just scared she is too sweet to portrait an unsub."

- "Yeah, me too!"- JJ whispered and shook her head.

- "But the kid is a good actress, and she is going to be great,"- Derek added and turned to Spencer- "You've seen her acting before. Is she good?"

- "Yes, very."

- "You are not a reliable source"- Prentiss argued and opened a bag of jelly beans- "You are having sex with her. You are not objective."

Spencer wanted to argue with Emily, but he couldn't even make a sound. He felt so embarrassed and mortified with Prentiss's comment, and he couldn't even talk about the subject.

The lights went out, and the audience started clapping. Spencer's stomach tightened as he held his breath. He was more nervous than (Y/N) was, and she was the one walking into the stage that very same second.

An hour had passed, and Spencer Walter Reid couldn't move. He was glued to his seat, and his eyes could barely even blink. He was hypnotized by the beauty of the woman on that stage. A woman who looked so much like his girlfriend but acted entirely differently.

Was it wrong to feel so attracted by someone who was portraying a mass murderer? Was it considered cheating being drawn in such a profound way to someone who was nothing like his girlfriend, even when it was actually his girlfriend?

Spencer couldn't move. He could barely register what was going on around him and how Penelope giggled when she noticed (Y/N) hypnotized Reid in a way that only a man under a spell could be.

And that spell was lust.

When the play was over, Spencer stood up and clapped until his hands hurt. (Y/N) looked at him and smiled sweetly, thinking she couldn't believe what had just happened. She was the lead role on a play, and she nailed it. She had killed it. Literally, 'cos she had killed pretty much the whole cast during the show. She had been someone completely different than she was in real life, and she loved it. It had been fun, and she felt proud of her job.

- "Munchkin!!"- Penelope yelled as soon as she saw (Y/N) walking to them backstage- "You were amazing!!"

- "Thank you so much, Penelope!!"- (Y/N) chuckled and hugged her friend- "I'm so happy you are all here!"

- "You are the only unsub we are looking for tonight, pretty girl!"- Derek hugged her too, and his words made her laugh

- "You are definitely some actress! I couldn't believe that was really you!"

(Y/N) knew she was blushing as Emily complimented her acting. The girl nodded and hugged JJ, to then look behind her friend to find one shy Spencer Reid staring at her in deep love and adoration.

- "Hi. I think I saw you clapping in the audience,"- (Y/N) joked and walked over to Spencer. He opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came from his lips, 'cos his eyes were on (Y/N)'s clothing.

She was still wearing the nurse outfit from the play. And though it wasn't necessarily sexy (not in the sexy nurse costume you usually see), it did things to him. Things Spencer had to suppress to act like a human being of his friends were there too.

- "You were incredible"- that was all Reid could mumble as he hugged his girlfriend and gave her the flowers he had gotten for her.

- "Thank you, honey"- (Y/N) hugged him and noticed how his arms held her tighter and closer. She knew Spencer wasn't very comfortable being physical with her around his friends, especially around Derek, 'cos he would tease them until Garcia smacked him.

But that night, Spencer didn't really care. In fact, he couldn't help it. He needed to feel her, to touch her, to kiss her. And so he did. He kissed (Y/N) slowly at first, his lips recognizing hers and enjoying her softness. But within seconds, his kiss got hungrier and more passionate. It was a kiss that he had been imagining for the last hour and a half, watching her acting. And he didn't know how to control that passion anymore.

- "Woo, kid! Slow down!"- Derek chuckled and started joking, but Spencer didn't even pay attention to him. His hands held (Y/N) closer, cupping her face against him, making her moan softly.

- "Ok, ok, please stop! This is disturbing!!"- Garcia complained, but they didn't break the kiss either- "Ok, we'll wait outside, come on, Derek!"

- "Kid, what's..."- But Morgan couldn't continue making fun of Spencer, 'cos Penelope literally dragged him outside, along with Emily and JJ, who were laughing.

(Y/N) giggled, but Spencer didn't break the kiss. His tongue played between her lips slowly, and his hands moved slowly down her back until they reached her waist.

- "I have the feeling you really like me on this play,"- (Y/N) whispered, as her lips rubbed her boyfriend's as she spoke. He chuckled and nodded, deepening the kiss again.

- "Very much."

- "Is it the outfit?"- (Y/N) asked and rested her forehead against Spencer's. He sighed and looked at her for a second.

- "If I have to be honest, I think it was the whole thing,"- he confessed, blushing. For someone who had shamelessly made out with his girlfriend in the middle of a room filled with strangers, he was suddenly timid.

- "You were so different, and... please don't get me wrong. I love you, and I love who you are. But the way you acted... how you played the role of a mean girl..."

- "Did that turn you on?"- (Y/N) whispered, feeling her cheeks turning all shades of pink. Spencer chuckled and bit his lips. He couldn't even speak, so he just nodded and looked at his girlfriend.

- "Do you wanna know something that might make you happy?"

- "What?"- even when they were incredibly close, and no one could hear what they were talking about, (Y/N) leaned in and whispered in his ear.

- "Rachel Cooper's outfit didn't fit me, so I had to buy this one. Which means, I'm gonna take this nurse back home with me, in case you wanna play with her later"- Spencer wide opened his eyes and looked at her, gulping.

- "Really?"

- "Yes, Doctor Reid. Now I suggest you be good and behave in front of your friends. We'll talk about this when we are back in my place. Ok?"- Spencer's words got caught in his throat when he heard (Y/N) giving him commands. All he managed to do was to nod, and her lips sealed the deal with a hot sloppy kiss.

Who could have imagined two nice kids were going to find out they were both pretty dirty at the very same time?

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