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extremelyblackandwhite · 7 months

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pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

author’s note: things are picking up now xx

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and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

Waking up on a Friday was also the toughest thing to do. At least, it had become an issue ever since Sadie realised that the 5th day of the week usually meant the last one at kindie before she got to spend the next two days at home. In fewer words, the two year old had learned the concept of a regular working week which is a feat considering her father blatantly disregards the sanctity of a Monday to Friday work week in favour of a messier approach. Y/N was almost sure his motto was screw work-life balance; nevertheless, Sadie made it incredibly hard to bathe and dress with all her excitement with what to do over the weekend, specially since Steve was around.

She finished brushing and braiding Sadie's hair, straightening her uniform so she wouldn't get yet another passive aggressive note from the PTA mums complaining about tidy uniforms - as if it was possible to get a 2 year old to be tidy. The two went downstairs with Sadie running to the breakfast table once she saw some donuts laying around which she was sure to only eat the pink icing of and hand Y/N or Bucky the donut itself.

There was something ... off. Bucky was silently buttering a slice of toast and Steve was staring into the further wall which Y/N knew was not that interesting.

- Who died? - Y/N asked as she sat down.

- It's Friday morning, Y/N. Sorry if we're not singing Kumbaya my lord. - Bucky replied, taking a bite of his toast.

- Thank god, you can't hold a tune. - Y/N smirked, helping Sadie place a napkin on her lap. - We're gonna need to get Sadie a new uniform, by the way.

- A new one? - Bucky looked up from his plate. - Swear we bought her that one a few months ago.

- We need to get the winter uniform. She doesn't fit the one from last year and it's starting to get chilly.

- Take the AMEX and buy it today. - Bucky fished through his wallet before handing Y/N the gold card. - Oh, get her one of those lunchbox thingies. I saw some kids with them the other day.

- Hm, now describe such lunchbox thingie, Sergeant.

- What do you mean? The thingies the kids carry along with their lunchbox for soup or water. The round thing.

- A thermos? Why would Sadie need a thermos?

- Yeah Bucky, she's a 2 year old not a college student. - Steve said, handing Sadie a donut. - She doesn't need one.

- Y/N get her one. Get one for yourself too, you eat soup right?

- I have a thermos, thank you.

Sadie, as expected, ate the sprinkles and frosting off the donut and handed the half eaten donut to Y/N. She excused her from the table, kissing the top of her head and sending her on her merry way to wash her hands and get her backpack, leaving Y/N to bring the dirty dishes to the kitchen. Bucky followed behind like a puppy, carrying some leftover pastries and fruit to put in the fridge before they ended up with fruit flies.

- Are you going to Columbia today? - he said, opening the fridge nonchalantly.

- No. I'm going to come back home after dropping Sadie. I have some online meetings booked with some experts in the UK and France about some topics in my PhD and the library didn't have any available private rooms.

- I'll ask Steve to come down with me to the office then.

- That's not necessary. - Y/N loaded the dishwasher with the plates, looking at Bucky, taking a very good look. He didn't look as put together as he usually did. His hair, usually wavy yet gelled into place, was messy and he wasn't wearing his suit yet. - I'll just go to my bedroom.

- You can use my office. - was he trying to get on her good graces once more? - The internet signal is better there.

- It's your office, Sergeant. I'm not gonna use it.

- I absolutely hate it when you call me Sergeant. - he shut the fridge, leaning against it. - Look ...

He sighed, his eyes not meeting hers.

- I'm sorry. - those words came from his lips very slowly, as if it pained to say them and if Bucky were being honest it pained him to say them. Bucky wasn't sorry but that didn't mean he wanted Y/N to hate him forever. - It's not my place to interfere with your relationship.

- I know. - she shrugged. - If you think your opinion of my love life interferes with it in any way, you're wrong.

- I'm just trying to look out for you. There's a lot of wolves in New York.

- I'm not a country bumpkin, Sergeant. I know how to look after myself.

- So ... are you and Chris Davis dating then?

- That it none of your business, Sergeant.

- It actually is. - he smirked. - You see, you are my employee, he is my employee which means if two of my employees are dating they should tell HR.

- You're not HR, you're the CEO.

- Maybe I multitask, how about that?

- That would be illegal and a conflict of interests, Sergeant. Besides, why are you so interested in my relationship? Are you bored of yours?

- He's just not the type of guy I would picture you with.

Of course not. Bucky had always considered Y/N would end up with someone ambitious, someone who'd crawl and give blood, sweat and tears to get what they wanted. Chris Davis, although not a complete dunce, was not that. He was smart but he wasn't innovative - what he was good at was packaging old ideals to newer audiences. He didn't come up with new marketing ideas, nothing that hadn't been done and when he did it was usually under the guide of an executive. He wasn't his worse employee but he also wasn't his best and Bucky wanted Y/N to have the best.

- Clearly. - Y/N dried her hands. - As if you have a good track record of relationships.

- Is this about Anna? Are you still pissed off because of Anna?

- You can't treat people like crap and then expect them to forgive you.

- I know but you have to understand that me and Anna ...

- You are a father first, Sergeant. You can't potentially hurt your child because you're so blinded by this stupid notion of "a real family". You and Sadie are a real family, you don't need Anna and you can't force her. If Sadie was any older she could've gotten very hurt.

- I know but if it had gone well ...

- Bucky. - Y/N interrupted him. She didn't want to be mean, she didn't want to be hateful about a woman she'd never met, specially the woman who birthed Sadie. - If you think the woman who left a baby in front of your door and has never attempted contact would suddenly change your mind, you're naive.

- You wanna know what's funny? - he moved away from the fridge to get closer to her.

Y/N almost took a step back. She didn't like being close to Bucky, it was always weird for her. Bucky, despite being her boss, was an attractive man, an attractive and imposing figure and she sometimes would find herself divided between fear of what he would say and fear of what she usually did at night when she thought of him.

- I don't think anything is funny about that situation.

- Anna would've liked you. - he said before turning around, almost happy that he'd gotten her a bit speechless for a while, happy he got to be the dominant one for a bit. - And you would've liked Anna.

- I doubt I'd like any woman who would willingly sleep with you.

- She didn't like any woman who would willingly sleep with me either. - Y/N rolled her eyes, not really understanding what Bucky was trying to get at. He was always like this, jumped over bad moments looking for some peaceful solitude in an off hand joke or confusing statement. - Are we gonna continue being mad at one another?

- Who said I was mad at you?

- Fine, if you're not mad then take my office upstairs for your meetings.

Before Y/N could reply something regarding his very flawed logic who wouldn't win him any debate, Sadie came walking through the kitchen, dragging her backpack through the floor and her yellow raincoat so Y/N could help her onto the plastic garment.

- Hey squid. - Bucky lowered down to her help, taking over Y/N to help Sadie into her raincoat. - Do you want a thermos?

- What? - she looked at him eyes wide, probably not knowing what a thermos even was. The red head looked at her au pair, looking for clues about what her dad was talking about. Y/N just smiled and shrugged. - Yes.

- See? Told you she wanted a thermos. - Bucky picked her up to kiss her cheek, directing his voice towards Y/N.

- She doesn't know what a thermos is, Bucky. - Y/N took Sadie from him.

(...)

When she returned from dropping Sadie off, buying her an overpriced uniform and a thermos which she would probably only use by the time she was 12, she found an empty house. Bucky had made good on his promise, leaving a note telling her Steve was with him as well as where to find the key to the office. The office was usually locked due to Sadie, according to Bucky, having almost gotten hurt. If Bucky's dramatic retelling was to be believed, when Sadie had started to walk she'd manage to get into the office and grab a stapler which she was keen on using until Bucky caught her. However knowing Bucky and knowing 2 year old Sadie who still struggled to reach the handles of doors, she reckoned he was overreacting or probably saw something similar in one of those "scare the parents" TV shows.

Nevertheless, the office/study had been locked and Y/N had never had been inside, yet once she got inside, it looked like what she expected Bucky to have as a work space. It was white, bright and minimalist with a few knickknacks from when he had been stationed in Italy and some first version novels which had undoubtedly came from his mother. His desk was deep mahogany, neatly kept with all contents at a 90 degree angle.

She moved to seat on his chair, putting her laptop on the middle of her desk and logging into Zoom. She waited for the right time, her eyes hoovering over everything in his desk from the gold pens, to the tape and the photo frames. He had a big photo of Sadie when she was a newborn followed by a few others, yet what called her attention were two gold circled frames - one with a photo of Sadie and Y/N when she had first started to work for them and one of Y/N and Sadie at Christmas.

She didn't allow herself to dwell much on it, she had meetings to get to. Besides, this was nothing big. It was just a photo of his daughter that he liked which Y/N happened to appear in. She had bigger fish to fry now than wondering about Bucky.

(...)

The work day wasn't any better for Bucky. Steve was being, well, Steve and to describe Steve is to describe someone who likes playing both sides to get to a decision which everyone is happy with. He knew he shouldn't have brought up the stuff about his wife, Steve would never try to break a relationship, heck he wouldn't even think it. Nevertheless, now Steve and Y/N were upset at him - maybe they can unionise and start a little "We hate Bucky", maybe they'll get branded thermos.

- Sergeant Barnes? - his assistant knocked on the door. She was pretty, very pretty and Bucky was almost certain they'd slept together ... almost. Yet today not even the pretty assistant could sort his mood out. - Christopher Davis wants to talk to you.

- Christopher Davis? - oh yes, the best way to make his day, seeing Chris Davis. - What does he want?

- He says it'll be a quick word, Sergeant Barnes. Should I send him in?

- 5 minutes. - he sighed, closing his laptop. Maybe making Chris Davis squirm would make his day, yet again, he was sure the "We hate Bucky" club would not enjoy that. Besides, it was hair washing tonight for Sadie and last time he tried, he had ended up inside the bathtub.

Chris Davis walked into the office, the mere sight of him ignoring Bucky. Did Y/N seriously find that attractive? He was so bland, so boring, the only interesting thing about him was that he was rich and Bucky was almost certain he only finished his PhD because his godmother is Professor Anderson. Nevertheless, here he was, taking a seat in one of the chairs of his office without even asking. This is the guy who gets to see Y/N naked? Life really is unfair.

- What do you need Davis?

- I know this will probably be crossing a line but I was wondering if you could let Y/N have the weekend off.

- What Y/N? - he cocked a brow at him.

- My Y/N.

- My daughter's au pair Y/N? - Bucky rested against his chair, looking down at the man in front of him. - Why?

- I was thinking of taking her to the new restaurant downtown but she said she was busy with Sadie. I wouldn't ask but it's really hard to get reservations and I got one and I would love to take her.

Oh, this was fun.

- Y/N has always had the weekends off. She doesn't work weekends unless she wants to, specially not this weekend which I'll spend at home. Besides, she doesn't have a fixed work schedule.

- Oh ...

- Maybe fix your communication issues with her before you come and waste my precious time, Davis. You can go now.

(...)

Having meeting after meeting had really wasted all energy Y/N had and to congratulate herself for not crying when someone suggested another alteration to her project with a thick French accent, she decided to cuddle against one of Bucky's many small yet cuddly cashmere blankets in the couch of the living room watching Gilmore Girls. She was close to snoozing off when the front door opened and closed. It could be Bucky, Steve or a burglar but she was much too tired to actually check.

- Oh, Y/N, do I have some gossip to share with you. - Bucky. It was Bucky and it was the first time she'd heard him say the word gossip. That couldn't be good.

He walked with a douchey smile to stand in front of the TV, sitting on top of the coffee table and staring at her, just waiting for her to question him on it and she was much too tired to avoid playing his game.

- What? Someone you fucked got pregnant?

- Someone came into my office asking about you. I didn't know that you were gonna be busy with Sadie this week. Isn't Steve taking her to Coney Island?

- What?

- You're using me and my kid as an excuse not to go out with Chris Davis? - he chuckled. - What? Is he a bad lay or something?

- Oh shut up!

- Small dick?

- This is highly unprofessional. - she turned around to face the couch.

- And sleeping on my couch isn't? C'mon, tell me, Y/N. Are you tired to pretend to orgasm or have you just figured out he's just bland.

- You're such a child! - she got up, folding the blankets so she could get away from her but he kept going after her. - Why don't you go pick up your daughter?

- Steve has her. I wanna know more, I thought everything was okay in the Y/N-Chris relationship. Is he one of those guys who cries when he cums? Is that it? Is he a crier?

- Why won't you shut up?

- Or maybe he can't find your clit. You know, he can barely find the copy room sometimes and that's way bigger.

- He is perfectly fine, I just don't want to hang out and I didn't want to hurt his feelings but because you can't lie to save your goddamn life I know have to go.

- He's taking you to Le Coucou, you may want to brush your hair before you go. The poor thing fought so hard to get reservations but obviously you prefer to eat buttered noodles with Sadie.

- I have been to Le Coucou.

- I know, I took you there. - he smirked. - And here I was thinking you'd soon start bringing your boyfriend around.

- I don't want to go. I'm tired, I need to wash Sadie's hair tonight and that will take time and I am not in the headspace to get ready.

- I'm sure Chris would love it if you came in with a soaked white t-shirt.

- You're a dick, Bucky.

Before Bucky could continue with his teasing about it, Y/N's phone started ringing. She grabbed it from the counter and put it up to her ear as she saw Sadie's school number. Bucky watched, mostly hoping it was Chris so he could tease her some more but as the colour drained from her face, he realised he wasn't. She put her phone down and looked at Bucky.

- We have to go. - Y/N looked overwhelmed, looking around fo something. - Sadie has appendicitis. They called an ambulance and she's going to the New York-Presbyterian Hospital.

- Shit. - Bucky rushed to grab his keys.

- Where's her toy, where's a toy? - Y/N started throwing pillows around, looking for Sadie's cuddly toy.

- Y/N, let's go.

- NO! - she screamed at him. - She's scared and when she's scared she needs her toy and I knew, I knew she was a bit off when I dropped her off and I should've known better and I ...

- Y/N. - he held her shoulders, stopping her in place. - I'll go find her toy, get the car going and drive there.

- But yo ...

- I'll get a cab. Now you go and stay with her, I'll meet you there with the cuddly toy. Go.

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ewanmitchelll · 4 months

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Imagine Taylor Swift’s songs (I): Cruel Summer.

Imagine it’s a modern world and you, such a good girl, fall in love with Aemond Targaryen. But worst is… he’s already taken.

Warnings: fluff; drama, light smut. Rom-Com vibes.

***

You are Helaena’s best friend since college when you took a few of biology’s classes for your course. A bound that now surpasses times, you are often seen around at the Targaryen’s household, an inheritance of Helaena’s father to her, which she shares with Aemond and Aegon, her brothers.

Initially, Aegon had taken a like of you, but by then you were in a relationship, so nothing came to it. However, now you are single again and trying not to get yourself involved in further relationships when cupid seems to play with you again.

How could you know, but an opportunity to travel with Helaena and Aemond came up.

“It’s summer”, Laena is telling you as you have just arrived for Aegon’s party. House is full and you are dressed elegantly for the occasion, but you two are outside because your friend is not very fond of noisy people. “We should travel to countryside. Do you want to come with us?”

“Us who, Laena?”, you tilt your head, sipping your champagne. “And when do you plan to go?”

“Me and Aemond. We don’t like these parties Aegon throw, you know. So we want to get away as soon as we can”, she gives you a mischievous smirk.

You raise your eyebrows. Aemond is the one with a bad boy fame, socially awkward, and whom you rarely had seen these years. Nonetheless, like Helaena, he doesn’t strike your as the type of not fond of partying.

“He’s just busy working with his PhD in Humanities”, she tells you when seeing your puzzled look. “So why don’t we take a break, eh? It’s not as if Aegon will get hurt if we do.”

“Okay… but when do you want to go?”, you’d think this is typical of Aegon to party hard and have his siblings out for the weekend.

“Soon.”

“How soon? I didn’t bring my clothes, I am not prepared to do a long trip”, you protest.

Laena, also enjoying her champagne more than she’d like to admit, waves her hand dismissively.

“It’s no big deal. We are sisters. What is mine is yours.”

Little surprised you are that she has such an influence over you. When have you ever denied her anything?

Knowing this, Laena beams and hugs you.

“You are the best!”

***

Dressed in dark green robes, walking unaffectedly, Aemond spots you and Laena giggling. He sighs, wondering why on earth he’d agree with his sister’s plans on getting away of Aegon’s party.

But then again, he loves a great escape, doesn’t he? Often the dramatic, as their mother likes to snort about.

When seeing you, he cannot help but noticing your curves, taking some time in admiring your cleavage. Then something comes to his mind and Aemond is forced to look away, although he captures a blush painting your cheeks which pleases him very much.

“Well, ladies? Y/N, nice to see you again.” He nods at you.

You feel so suddenly disconcerted that all you can do is nod back. Helaena, not noticing what had just happened, jumps in his arms, thanking him many times for this adventure the three of you are about to have.

You are still processing his gaze, noticing his alluring presence, when he takes you to his very fancy car. As you slide to the back seat, behind Helaena’s, you seem to forget how to breath.

Bad, bad boy. Shiny toy with a price(…) Devils roll the dices, angels roll their eyes.

As soon as he starts driving, every sound dies when Helaena starts to snore. Aemond sees through the rear view that you are uncomfortable so he decides to break the ice.

“Is everything well there?”

You spot a smirk dancing in those lips. And you blame on the alcohol for picturing yourself on his lap and kissing him fervently.

You clear your throat so you focus. Aemond is slightly amused by your awkwardness.

“I… Yes, yes, it is. I was just overthinking. A bad tendency of mine, I suppose.”

“What is it that you are overthinking about?”, he inquires you, possibly aware of the cause of it and instigating you to speak it…

“It’s a silly reason. I don’t often take chances like this, traveling out of the blue, completely unprepared.”

If Aemond is disappointed with the answer, he doesn’t let it show. But he chuckles, though.

“There’s nothing wrong with planning if you don’t forget how to live your life.”

You tilt your head, detesting how easily you lock eyes with him.

“What’s living your life for you in this aspect?”

Aemond side smirks at you.

“For once, not letting others bossy me around.”

You laugh quietly.

“I don’t think you are easily bossed, Aemond.”

He raises his eyebrows.

“What exactly are your thoughts about me, Miss Y/N?”

“I see you so little that I couldn’t form my judgement of you, Aemond”, you smile at him. “Though I don’t think I can judge anyone at all.”

“Not even if they do bad things?”

“What bad things have you done?”

He seems to stay quiet for a while, watching regret rise to your eyes as you don’t like this silence that hangs between you two so suddenly.

“Some things are better left unsaid”, Aemond sort of justifies. “Look, we are here.”

As he carefully wakes Helaena and takes her inside, you struggle with balance as you leave the car. It’s three in the morning, and you wait as some lights are turned on by Aemond, watching as he carries his sister inside.

The house is a typical lake house, or so you think, comfortable and made of wood. The walls are painted in a light shade of green and you can tell that everywhere else is larger: there are trees surrounding you, a firepit, and boats. Yeah, definitely it’s a lake house.

“Are you staying there?”, you hear a voice calling you out.

Coming to the car to pack small bags is Aemond. You notice his hair is short.

“Did you cut your hair?”, you ask him.

He gives you an amused glance before helping leading you inside—since you are still under effect of alcohol.

“Yeah I did. Did you like it?”, he smiles at you when seeing you blush.

“Maybe”, you whisper, hoping he doesn’t listen.

But he does. Aemond finds you adorable.

“Thanks, princess. So…Here you are. You can stay at my mother’s room and use her clothes. Or I could get some of Laena’s for you.”

“Thank you for being so kind. Are you sure it’s okay if I wear something…?”

“Yeah. She likes you all right, she wouldn’t mind.” He could have added that Mrs Alicent hates his girlfriend, for example, but he doesn’t share this detail yet.

You nod, not realizing Aemond’s been studying you.

“Thank you once again”, you raise your eyes to smile at him.

Aemond’s taken aback by the innocence stamped in your features. No reason why you are friends with Laena, he thought.

“Anytime.” He nods his head and leaves, wishing to ignore that so suddenly a spark came uninvited.

You watch him go, disappointed. But turning to close the door, you move to the comfortable bed and drop asleep. All else is briefly forgotten.

For now.

***

What doesn’t kill me makes me want you more.

For a strange reason you are the first to wake up the next day. You look for a swim suit since the morning is apparently hot—no more a prelude to summer, but it in itself—, decided to have a go at the lake.

It’s a beautiful sight from Mrs Alicent’s quarters: when pulling away the curtains, you are in awe at the dark blue lake that runs deep, cut by houses that stand from two sides of the land. There are already boats on, children having fun and adults too. You smile as you hear the birds singing, it’s all so peaceful and inviting.

After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you opt for making yourself coffee when to your surprise Aemond is already preparing it.

“Up so early?!”, you cannot help yourself.

Aemond is shirtless this morning, only wearing pants. You struggle to keep yourself composed as your eyes scan his well build muscles.

Oh Lord.

It’s what you think, detesting to feel some ache in your feminine parts. But thankfully you are able to repress your impressions as he looks at you with an amused smirk displayed on his lips.

“Yes. A bad habit. I’m surprised you are up early. It’s not even nine o’clock yet”, with a move of his head he invites you to sit at the table that is behind him.

As you do so, you reply:

“I couldn’t set myself to sleep properly. I suppose it’s because I am not used to new beds.”

As he finishes cooking some eggs and preparing coffee, Aemond serves you breakfast.

“I can imagine. We did all so suddenly. But in honesty it’s for the best. Aegon’s parties are too much for us”, he tells you. “We only show up to greet guests and that’s it. After a couple of drinks he doesn’t notice us anymore.”

You frown at that.

“I’m sorry to hear that”, you say as you drink coffee.

Black coffee. The way you like it. You smile in content, a sight most pleasant to see. Aemond smiles back.

“Do you like black coffee too, uh? It’s perfect for me as well. But don’t be sorry. It is what it is. What about you? You are familiar with our dysfunctional family, but I know nothing of yours.”

You’d never think Aemond could be talkative if he so wanted. Turns out, however, you are the one who, when encouraged, speaks a lot. But he actually listens when you tell him about your divorced parents, how you ended up living with your grandparents, your profession, everything.

“I think I overshared, didn’t I?”, you think out loud, embarrassed.

“I don’t think you did”, he smiles at you, locking eyes with you again, giving you that same aching you feel obliged to repress. “I’m protective to Helaena and I lament I had no opportunity to get to know her best friend better.”

You tilt your head with a gentle smile on your face.

“So am I a suitable companion for her?”

He is still watching you intently when he says:

“Of course you are, Y/N. Now let’s get you to the lake.”

How the hell are you on his back and holding him tight like a monkey? You don’t know how easily he convinced you doing that, but here you are. Holding your legs, Aemond runs to the lake and…

SPLASH.

You are both under the cold water. But you are still holding onto him as you laugh out loud.

“You are crazy!”

He turns his head lightly so he can match your gaze. A smile is on his lips when he says:

“Am I?”

“The lake seems too deep for me!”, you justify for remaining locked onto his back.

Aemond raises an eyebrow, not minding at all that you are there—he knows he should, but he likes to feel your warmth against him, his fingertips still caressing your thighs.

“It’s completely safe though”, says he, unwilling to let go of you. “Hold on tight, monkey. I’ll take you to the other side of the lake.”

It’s a fun morning for both of you. Staying like this so close, only reluctantly you part to dive in these blue waters, ignoring his lustful gaze at your curves, he hates how easily such thoughts occur him.

And worst. It’s not only about carnal, but when you two speak, it is as if everything is connected. A sentiment, he perceives, so evident in your y/c eyes.

But the moment is briefly gone when Helaena shows up at the window and yells:

“How naughty of you for not waiting for me!”

***

These first days end up in a first week. Every morning you and Aemond leave your beds early to swim together. Every morning, a new intimacy seems to flow.

But it’s only when sun rises slowly in the first hours that you two can spend some time together by yourselves…or when Helaena is the first to retire after a long day.

In late nights, you two watch movies, share a beer and thoughts. But when it becomes too unbearable to keep away this tension between one another. Something happens.

A bell rings.

“Can you open the door, please?”, Aemond asks you as he’s preparing your favorite breakfast. He’s all smiley today, completely forgetful of the consequence of his getaway.

“Of course”, you smile too, sensing his eyes on you as you are dressing shorts today a blue bikini on top.

But when you open the door, you don’t find Aegon or any Targaryen relative on the other side. Instead a taller, dark-haired sensual woman looks you up and down, making you feel embarrassed of yourself.

“H-Hello”, you try not to forget your manners. “Good morning. May I help him?”

“Is Aemond Targaryen here?”, she asks you cooly.

You try to act in a nonchalant manner as you are under those judging eyes.

“He is. I’m sorry, but who are you?”

“Oh”, the older woman seems pleased to find you in ignorance. “He hasn’t had the grace to tell you about me? I’m Alys Rivers, his girlfriend.”

***

So cut the headlights, summer’s a knife. (…) It’s blue, the feeling I’ve got.

You are sitting in front of the firepit eating your marshmallow as you consider the last events. In a matter of thirty days, your mind has been fed with what you now realize to be an illusion.

You fell for his smile, desired his body, admired his wit. You felt heard and seen for the first time in your life. You thought that he encouraged you in holding him tight, smelling his scent when you dived in together… or when you danced after getting drunk with a couple of beers.

Now these memories are poisoned with the fact he fooled you. How cruel. But you should know better, bad boys don’t like good girls.

Tears raise to your eyes, but you swallow them. You don’t see Helaena coming to your side. The two of you stay silent until she breaks it.

“I’m sorry, Y/Nickname.”

“Why are you feeling sorry for, my dear?”, you ask her, confused.

“Because I didn’t tell you he’s been taken. But honestly I was surprised he accepted my crazy idea of spending some weeks of this summer break without his girlfriend. No one likes her, really. She’s crazy.”

You smile at her attempts to cheer you up.

“It’s okay. I understand, truthfully.”

“You’d be a better girlfriend, though”, she smiles back, giggling when seeing a weak blush painting your cheeks. “It’s true. Mama loves you, and no one else is diplomatic like you.”

You scoff at her. A different aching has your heart breaking.

“Helaena, my honey. Don’t get yourself delusional. It does us little good. But I appreciate it though. Truthfully.”

Though your words aim to a self protection, you need a comfortable embrace and Helaena, knowing you, promptly gives it to you. You two stay like this for a while until she says:

“There is a party going on at the neighbor’s.”

You look up at her and say:

“I thought you didn’t like these kind of parties.”

“Aegon’s parties”, she corrects you, pleased to make you smile. “Come on. It can be fun.”

You wish you had an arguments to say no, but seeing Helaena is actually excited to go to the neighbor’s party, you decide to join her. After changing clothes—you dress a white top and a black skirt with red high heels; and Laena is dressing a short dress—you finally go to the party, pleased that at least with Aemond and Alys gone, you’d not have to see them again.

***

I’m drunk in the back of the car. And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar. Said “I’m fine”, but it wasn’t true.

When seeing Laena having a great time with the said neighbor, a handsome lad named Jacaerys, you raise your eyebrows at her insistence in going there. You laugh to yourself, letting her having her fun all the while you look for yours.

You grab one and then another beer. Losing track of time, you prefer to dance like crazy at the gardens. All of this and you don’t see him crossing the limits that separate Jacaerys’s gardens to the Targaryens’s ones. You don’t see him rushing after you, face carefully in check.

You don’t know his desperate thoughts. Couldn’t even think he’s realized a little too late that you captured his heart, taking as he is, never indulging in his bad boy fame or expecting him to be better.

And here he is. Aware he has your heart broken, by never being honest with you about his connection with that woman that is now his ex, he comes to pursuit you.

“Y/Nickname”, his husky voice comes at you.

And you freeze as you turn around only to watch him standing in front of you.

“Aemond”, you avoid his gaze.

“There are so many things to be said. I should have told you I was in a relationship”, he says urgently, trying to take your hands but he is hurt when you give a step back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I was trying to run from her and…”

But you are not listening. You take a long sip of the beer and decide to go back home. Aemond, however, is not a quitter.

“Y/N!” He then holds your arm, making you look at him. “I’m sorry. What can I do to earn your forgiveness?”

I don’t wanna keep secrets to keep you. (…) And I screamed for whatever it’s worth “I love you”. Ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?

“I hate you”, and for the very first time you burst in tears. “Leave me alone.”

“No. I won’t”, he is firm on that. “I love you.”

“It’s a little too late for that”, you suddenly realize you two have snuck in the gardens of Aemond’s parents’ summer household.

But he’s too close to you now. Aemond’s eyes are so expressive and when you find his blue ones…

“You don’t love me”, you accuse him, heart racing.

“I do. I fucking love you, Y/N Y/LN. I left everything to be with you, to fix my damned mistakes”, he cups your face and you spot some tears in his eyes. “In losing me, I found you.”

You know he’s being sincere. He is the devil and you are the angel. But then what? You love him regardless.

***

His lips taste so good, his tongue sliding into your mouth makes you shiver. There is drunkness and sobriety in one kiss, mixed all the way. But neither seems to mind.

You are now at the couch, hands quickly removing his shirt, your nails ensuring to leave your mark in his skin.

“Goodness me, woman!”, he groans, aroused. “Never took you as a possessive one.”

You smirk at him, but there is little time to answer as his mouth dives into your neck, pulling gently your hair as his hand slides to your sides. Finally he parts, breathlessly so, as he lifts your shirt and helps removing your skirt.

The way he watches you makes you dripping wet.

“You are so mine”, says Aemond in the kind of authority voice that accepts no otherwise.

“That I am, sir”, you kiss his lips passionately, your hands going to his pants and there working out with his rigid manhood. “As much as you are mine.”

Your mind, however, goes blank the moment he begins to play with your breasts. You moan hotly in his ear, trying to focus, but damn it’s so difficult.

“My dear Y/N”, he moans your name in such a way.

It’s been a cruel summer, indeed, when every teasing has not prepared for its consummation. And now he has you under his command, lifting your legs to stay in between, playing with your feminine parts as his mouth takes a long time in each nipple, making you moan louder and louder.

“So wet for me”, he groans against your skin, pleased to be responsible for your yearnings. “Fuck!”

He lifts his face to contemplate yours all the whilst preparing to slide his manhood into you. Locking your hands above your head, he smirks down at you.

“I corrupted you, my sweet angel”, Aemond bites down your lips. He now spots some bruises showing on your skin.

“I redeem you”, you say softly.

He smiles at you.

“My savior”, he leans to kiss you slowly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And thus the night is the only witness of how one surrenders to the other in endless making love.

***

Epilogue.

It’s that family barbecue. Aemond watches as you interact with his relatives, a proud side smirk on his display.

“Finally you got rid of that woman”, he listens to Alicent’s pleased sigh. “I always knew Y/N was the right one for the family.”

“For me, mother. For me”, the silver haired male corrects her arrogantly. “She’s my future wife.”

Alicent beams at his son.

“Does she know?”

Unconsciously you turn your head and flash him a big smile. You love his family, but you love him more. Aemond doesn’t resist staying away from you. He just winks at his mother before going at you.

Snaking his arms around your waist, he rests his chin over your shoulder and side eyes at you.

“What?”, you tell him in between giggles as you sense his stare.

“Be my wife”, he blurts out.

Your jaw drops, not really expecting that. But there’s no need to think twice.

“Yes, of course.”

And then you two live happily ever after.

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bad idea, right? part 1

early summer - eli performs in LA and faye brings her new bf, only for eli to confront her about ghosting him

Eli is back in LA because of tour and goes to Carsylvia’s apartment for dinner. He brings a bottle of wine and dessert before knocking on their door.

Sylvia opens the door with an apron on and grins at him, “Hey Rockstar! Come in!”

Carson grins widely and steps back from the kitchen so he can see Eli at the door, “Welcome home!” Eli laughs, “Hey! Thanks for having me! Sylvie, you look beautiful as always.” He leans down and gives her a long kiss on the cheek. Carson sighs, “Can you at least come in before you start making moves on my fiancée!”

She laughs and shakes her head, “Oh he’s fine, Car.”

Eli chuckles and goes inside, his arm around Sylvia, “I won’t do anything that I haven’t done in the past!”

Sylvia laughs and playfully taps his chest, “We are officially off the market now.”

Eli pouts and teases, “I don’t even get a goodbye kiss?” Carson laughs, “Enough!”

She pulls away from Eli and pecks Carson’s lips, “Sorry, baby. Let me go back to check on dinner.”

Eli laughs and hugs Carson, “Good to see you, man.” Carson grins, “you too, buddy.” He takes the dessert from Eli and goes to set it down on the counter.

Sylvia stirs their dinner and glances back at them, “How’s the touring been? Happy to be home?”

Eli smiles and opens the bottle of wine, “it’s really good but definitely glad to be home.”

She nods as she pulls out three glasses for them, “I believe it.”

He smiles, “how’s being engaged?”

Sylvia smiles shyly as she pours them wine, “Amazing.”

Eli grins, “Are you guys gonna have an engagement party?”

She shrugs as she hands them both a glass, “Not sure yet. We probably should.”

Carson smiles, “it would be nice.”

Sylvia nods in agreement as she sips her wine, “I think it’d be fun to have it in LA since the wedding will definitely be in Tahoe.”

Carson grins, “I agree.”

She smiles and goes back to stir their dinner, “Have you met anyone on tour?”

Eli arches a brow, “No.. why?”

Sylvia shakes her head and laughs, “Just wondering if you’ll need a plus one.”

He rolls his eyes, “Suuuuure.”

She raises her hands innocently and laughs.

Carson grins, “As long as you’re happy, that’s all we care about.”

Sylvia nods in agreement, “Exactly.”

Eli smiles, “Awwwwww, cheesy.” Carson shrugs and chuckles, “We love you, even if we don’t have group sex with you anymore.”

She blushes and busies herself with making salad.

Eli chuckles softly, “Shut up. So what have you guys been doing lately?” Carson shrugs, “Working, making sure Sylvie doesn’t rip her hair out through getting her PhD.”

Sylvia laughs as she looks over her shoulder at them, “So close.”

Eli chuckles and bites his lip, “You guys hear from Faye at all?” Carson shrugs, “we hung out with her last weekend, but it was not a good time, her boyfriend is the fucking worst.” Eli’s eyes widen and he freezes.

She shakes her head at him, “Carson!”

Carson looks at her with his eyes wide, “What!?” He looks at Eli, “oh shit man, did you not know?” Eli slowly shakes his head.

Sylvia frowns softly and looks at him, “I thought you guys would keep in touch after seeing each other at your show. You seemed…chummy.”

Eli shrugs, “We saw each other in Boston and I’ve reached out plenty of times and got.. nothing back.” Carson raises his brows, “Boston? That was like three months ago.”

She raises her brows and hums softly, “Typical Faye. Running from everything.”

Carson frowns, “I can’t believe she ghosted you.” Eli laughs humorlessly, “Me neither.”

Sylvia sighs softly and shakes her head, “Well this guy sucks. It’s like she is punishing herself.”

Carson nods, “He really does we’re not just saying that to make you feel good. He is the fucking worst.”

She reaches over and squeezes Eli’s arm gently, “I’m sorry though.”

Eli nods and half smiles, “Thanks.”

Sylvia smiles and tilts her head to the side, “Would it make you feel better if I kissed your cheek to make Carson mad?”

Eli grins widely and quickly nods.

She laughs and leans up to kiss his cheek.

He chuckles, “thank you.” Carson playfully rolls his eyes.

Sylvia giggles and shrugs one shoulder, “I’m just using my future PhD over here.”

Carson grins, “he’s the only other man you’re allowed to do that to,”

She laughs and nods her head, “Of course. Ready to eat?”

Eli smiles and nods, “definitely,”

Sylvia moves to serve their plates.

Carson smiles, “looks amazing, baby:”

She smiles as she hands him his plate and kisses his cheek.

He smiles at her, “thank you, love.”

Sylvia nods with a smile before handing Eli his plate.

Eli grins, “thank you, Syl.”

She nods with a smile as she makes her own plate.

Carson grins as he and Eli wait for her to be served.

Sylvia sits down with them and smiles, “Well, enjoy!”

Carson grins happily as he starts to eat.

She starts to eat and hums softly, “So how long are you home?”

Eli smiles, “A whole week!”

Syl grins and shakes her head, “Wow that’s probably the longest you’ve been home in a while.”

Eli nods and grins, “it is, I love being on the road but it’ll be nice to have a small break.”

She smiles and continues to eat, “We’re excited to see you perform again.”

He grins, “It’ll be fun to have a home show.” Carson smiles, “It’ll be epic.”

Sylvia nods in agreement and laughs.

Eli grins, “I think so too.”

She sips her wine and smiles, “Can’t believe you get a free Gabe Reid show every night.”

Eli chuckles softly, “you can’t believe he gets a free Eli Hudson show every night?”

Sylvia laughs and nods her head, “Well I’d be saying the same thing to him if he was here!”

Carson chuckles, “Liar.”

She gently nudges her foot against his, “You’re supposed to be on my side!”

Eli laughs, “I appreciate his honesty.”

Sylvia wrinkles her nose at them and laughs, “You know I love your music so hush.”

He laughs, “thank you.”

She nods as she continues to eat, “Of course. We’re your biggest fans.”

Carson grins, “we are!” Eli smiles, “thanks guys. I’m glad I always have you two.”

Syl smiles with a nod, “Gonna wear my Eli Hudson #1 fan shirt.”

Eli laughs loudly. “I would love to see that!”

She grins and nods to Carson, “Buy me a shirt please?”

Carson laughs, “I’ll buy two.”

Sylvia smiles and kisses his cheek.

Eli chuckles softly and then looks at them, “you guys won’t tell Faye that I asked about her, right?”

She raises her brows and shakes her head, “No, I mean..I think she will suspect it since she knows you’re here.”

Carson chuckles sheepishly, “But I love mentioning you in front of the dickwad.”

Sylvia laughs and shakes her head, “I hope we don’t have to see him much before she dumps him.”

Eli laughs, “it’s really that bad?” Carson nods, “the dude is obsessed with himself.”

She sighs and shakes her head, “He wasn’t nice to anyone even Faye.”

Eli scowls, “And what does she like about this douche?”

Sylvia shrugs one shoulder and finishes her dinner, “I have no idea.”

Carson shakes his head, “No idea. Like.. none.”

She sighs softly and shakes her head, “Like I said, I think she is punishing herself for some reason. Maybe..” She looks over at Eli and shakes her head, “Nevermind.”

Eli raises his brows, “No, say it.”

Sylvia shrugs and sips her wine, “I don’t know, I feel like you could talk sense into her.”

His brows raise and he laughs, “I can’t talk to anyone who blows me off for weeks after two weekends in a row of non-stop sex.”

She nearly spits out her wine and widens her eyes, “Eli! What?!”

Carson’s jaw drops, “you guys hooked up!?” Eli raises his brows and laughs, “Oh, yeah. Fucked all night long in New York, flew her out to Boston, fucked all weekend long and even hooked up with two people on my tour too.”

Sylvia widens her eyes even more and shakes her head, “Well..that..makes more sense. She is absolutely scared to talk to you. I know her.”

Carson looks at him in shock, “You two had that much sex and now she’s with this guy?!” Eli shrugs, “We made future plans in person and then after she left.. poof. Wanted nothing to do with me.”

She waves her hand and sighs, “You have to force her to talk to you. Damn it, I wish I knew sooner.”

Eli shakes his head, “You can’t force Faye to do anything. I barely could get her to do aftercare.”

Sylvia frowns softly and shakes her head, “I just..I’m worried about her. Now knowing this, I don’t know it feels like she is self sabotaging.”

Eli frowns, “Why does it have to come from me?”

She shakes her head and starts to gather the plates with a half smile, “You don’t, I’ll try again. You have enough going on, don’t worry about Faye drama.”

Carson frowns a little. “I’ll do that babe.” Eli bites his lip, “if I happen to see her I’ll try.”

Sylvia shakes her head at them, “I got it. I can handle both of the messes.” She laughs softly as she nods to the couch, “You guys can go hang out.”

Eli frowns, “I can’t have fun knowing you’re upset.”

She squeezes his shoulder with her free hand, “I’m alright. I’m annoyed with Faye if anything.”

Eli gently squeezes her fingers, “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Sylvia shakes her head and frowns, “No, of course you can tell us anything. Besides she also hurt you here, she needs to grow up and face her emotions. I wish I knew so I could talk sense into her.”

Carson smiles, “she doesn’t take me seriously so I wasn’t much help.”

She kisses his cheek and laughs, “It’s okay, babe. You try.”

He laughs and he takes the plates from her, “I’m cleaning up, you loon.” He brings them to the sink to clean.

Sylvia wrinkles her nose at him playfully and taps his butt.

Carson laughs loudly and Eli chuckles, “yeah you deserve to relax. Dinner was amazing.”

She nods with a small smile, “Thank you.”

Eli grins, “no, thank you.”

Sylvia nods as she leads him to the couch, “You’re welcome.”

Carson smiles as he cleans, “I’m definitely spoiled.”

She shakes her head and laughs, “You’re a good cook too!”

He smiles at her, “thank you, baby.”

Sylvia nods with a smile, “Of course.”

Eli smiles, “I love that I have you two to come back to.”

She grins at him with a nod, “Even though we’re boring and almost married?”

He laughs, “you’re not boring, you’re home.”

Sylvia grins at him, “Awww, cheesy!”

Eli laughs sheepishly, “Definitely.”

She reaches over and pinches his cheek playfully.

Eli laughs softly. Carson chuckles, “I’m glad that we can be that for you though.”

Sylvia nods in agreement, “Me too.”

Carson smiles, “Syl, if you were to be a famous musician on tour, where would you wanna go?”

She hums and leans her head back against the couch, “Japan.”

Eli smiles, “If I go to Japan then I’m bringing you guys.”

Sylvia grins and nods her head, “That sounds amazing.”

He grins, “I’d want you there with me.”

She smiles and nods to Carson, “Where would you want to go?”

Carson smiles, “Maybe South Africa.”

Sylvia grins and nods her head, “Oooh!”

Eli smiles, “A Safari would be really cool.”

She goes to grab the wine to refill their glasses, “Where’s your favorite place you’ve played so far?”

Eli grins, “Definitely MSG but The Forum might beat it.”

Sylvia nods with a smile, “Is it cause we were there?!”

He smiles widely at her and chuckles, “Absolutely.” Carson sits beside Sylvia and puts his arm around her, “It definitely isn’t.”

She leans into Carson’s side and laughs, “Because we got engaged?”

Eli laughs softly and nods, “Yep, definitely.”

She grins and looks up at Carson, “I knew it.”

Carson shakes his head, “He will say anything to win you over.”

Sylvia laughs and shakes her head, “And aren’t you lucky your best friend and fiance get along?”

Carson laughs, “Of course. But he’s also sneaky and wants you to fall in love with him so we can be a throuple.”

She laughs and shakes her head, “No he doesn’t. Right, Eli?”

Eli chuckles, "Not technically."

Sylvia raises her brows and laughs, “What does that mean?!”

He winks at her and laughs. Carson laughs, "Told you!"

She gasps and holds up her hand to show off her ring, “I’m a taken woman!”

Eli grins and takes her hand, kissing her knuckles. "I know."

Sylvia laughs and leans her head against Carson’s shoulder, “Oh he’s charming.”

Carson dramatically sighs and laughs, "I know."

She moves her hand to cup his cheek, “And so are you.”

He leans into her touch and grins, "I love you."

Sylvia grins at him and pecks his lips, “I love you.”

Eli dramatically sighs and then grins.

She laughs and looks back at Eli, “And our forever third wheel.”

Eli opens his mouth to say something and then closes it, shaking his head with a smirk.

Sylvia raises her brows at him and laughs, “Oh god, what?”

Eli looks at Carson and he sighs, “Just say it.” Eli grins, “Syl, I still know what you taste like on my tongue so I would not call myself a third wheel.”

She gasps and playfully hits his shoulder, “Eli!”

Eli laughs loudly, “I wasn’t even as crude as I could be!” Carson shakes his head and laughs, “You might’ve gotten punched if you had.”

Sylvia wrinkles her nose as she blushes deeply, “Yeah, by me!”

Carson laughs, “That’s who I meant!” Eli grins and leans over to peck her cheek, “Sorry, Sylvia.”

She laughs and shakes her head, “I would never punch anyone, but maybe a pinch.”

Eli laughs, “I would’ve deserved it.”

Sylvia giggles and leans her head back against Carson.

Carson smiles and kisses her cheek.

She grins softly and cuddles into him, “So where to next after LA?”

Eli smiles, “Vegas.”

Sylvia raises her brows and laughs, “That sounds fun.”

He grins. “Wanna come?”

She raises her brows and looks up at Carson, “What do you think?”

Carson smiles, “If you can get the time off.”

Sylvia shrugs and nods her head, “We’ll look into it then.”

Eli smiles widely, “Hell yes!”

She laughs and raises her hands innocently, “No promises.”

Eli smiles, “a maybe is better than a no.“

Sylvia nods with a laugh, “True, true.”

Carson chuckles and kisses Sylvia’s temple.

She hums softly and squeezes his thigh gently.

Carson grins and rubs her side. Eli smiles, “Then we’ll go up to San Francisco.”

She smiles at him and nods her head, “I love San Francisco. Such a fun city.”

Eli grins, “I’m excited. I haven’t been since I was a kid.”

Sylvia grins and nods, “When do you go overseas?”

He smiles, “few more weeks, we have to hit Canada first and then after Toronto we go to London.”

She shakes her head and smiles, “I’m so excited for you.”

Carson smiles, “Me too.” Eli grins shyly, “thank you.”

Sylvia squeezes his arm gently, “We’re proud of you!”

Eli smiles at her, “You guys are the best.” Carson laughs, “we are.”

She nods with a grin, “Carson definitely is the best.”

Carson gives her a look, “Stop.”

Sylvia laughs and shakes her head, “No way.”

Eli groans, “Don’t do this.”

She looks over at him and laughs, “Whaaat?”

Carson laughs, “Don’t be jealous.” Eli laughs, “too lovey dovey.”

Sylvia grins and squeezes Carson’s hand, “Aww come on. We can’t help it. I actually hope you get all lovey dovey with someone again soon. Maybe someone European..ooh..”

Eli laughs, “If I come back with a tall Scandinavian person?”

She hums softly and shrugs one shoulder, “I would be very outnumbered in height.”

He chuckles, “Now I’m determined to find someone.”

Sylvia laughs and nods her head, “That’s the spirit.”

Carson shakes his head and laughs, “Just to make you feel little.”

She nods in agreement and smiles, “You deserve someone hot and tall and Scandinavian if that’s what you want.”

Eli smiles half heartedly, “Maybe.”

Sylvia gently nudges her foot against his, “Maybe?”

He gives her a small look, “Maybe.”

She laughs and squeezes Carson’s hand, “We just want you to be happy.”

Eli nods and smiles, “I know.”

Sylvia nods with a small hum, “Good.”

He smiles, “Let’s have some of the blueberry cheesecake I brought before I head out.” Carson laughs, “I’ll go make the plates.”

Sylvia nods and thanks Carson.

Carson goes to serve them dessert. Eli looks at Sylvia, “Try to get her to come to Vegas if you decide to come.”

She raises her brows at him and tilts her hewd slightly, “What? Who?”

Eli gives her a look, “Faye.”

Sylvia furrows her brows and shakes her head, “Eli, you don’t have to worry about it. I told you, I’ll try again. If I can’t get through to her..she’s a big girl. There’s not much more we can do if she want a shitty boyfriend.”

Eli frowns, “Just.. try to get her to come to Vegas without him if you decide to come.”

She squeezes his arm and nods her head, “If you’re sure..”

Eli nods, “I’m sure.”

Sylvia sighs softly and smiles at him, “Thank you.”

He nods and squeezes her hand. Carson comes over with three plates and forks, “here we go.”

She pulls back and takes the plate, “Thank you, babe. And thank you for the dessert, Eli.”

Eli smiles, “it’s the least I could do.”

Sylvia takes a bite and hums happily.

Carson starts to eat and nods, “Good pick.”

She nods in agreement and smiles, “I love cheesecake.”

Eli smiles, “I know what you guys like.”

Sylvia laughs with a nod, “You do!”

He laughs, “and that wasn’t an innuendo.”

She laughs as she eats more, “Thank you for refraining.”

Eli laughs and nods his head.

Sylvia giggles as she finishes her cheesecake.

Carson smiles and finishes his too, nodding his head.

She takes Carson’s plate and stacks it with her own.

Eli smiles and finishes his, holding out his plate.

Sylvia takes it and smiles as she stands to clean the plates.

He smiles, “Thank you, Sylvia.” Carson grins, “thank you, baby.”

She nods with a smile as she goes to clean in the kitchen.

Eli smiles, “I like what you guys have done with the place.”

Sylvia smiles softly with a nod, “It’s a start! It’s small.”

He smiles, “Where will you guys go next?”

She shrugs with a small smile, “Not sure yet.”

Carson smiles, “this definitely isn’t our forever home.”

Sylvia nods in agreement as she returns to the couch.

Eli smiles, “Well it’s nice for the time being.”

She cuddles into Carson’s side and smiles, “It is. I love our little home.”

Carson grins and kisses her temple, “Me too.”

Sylvia grins softly and leans into him.

Eli smiles, “Okay, let me get out of your hair.”

She laughs and shakes her head, “We’ll see you after your show?”

Eli nods and stands up, “Of course.” Carson gets up to hug him goodbye.

Sylvia hugs him after and smiles, “Can’t wait.”

Eli returns the hugs and smiles, “Me neither. Your VIP tickets will be at will call.”

She grins with a nod as she leads him to the door.

Eli smiles and says goodbye to them once more. A few days later, Eli is at the KIA Forum for his concert with Gabe and he texts the group chat with Carson and Sylvia are your seats okay?

Sylvia is in the VIP area with Carson as she sees his text, Perfect! Thank you!

Carson texts back with a laugh, I’ll be able to see Gabe Reid perfectly from here He smiles at Sylvia, “Are you more excited for this show than New York?”

She laughs at his text and nods her head, “It’s different! New York was fun because it was fun to visit but I love being home.”

Carson grins, “This will be really cool. Eli’s hometown show.”

Sylvia nods as she leans into his side. Faye walks into the VIP section with her boyfriend, Emmitt and spots Carsylvia.

Carson looks around and he tries not to show his surprise on his face, “Syl.. is that Faye?”

She furrows her brows and nods, “Oh..and her boyfriend..” Faye smiles softly as she leads him over to Carsylvia, “Hey guys!”

Carson grins and speaks between his teeth before Faye reaches them, “What is happening??” When Faye and Emmit get close enough he laughs, “Hey you two!”

Sylvia shakes her head at Carson before smiling at them. Faye grins softly and gives Sylvia a hug, “Hey! Fancy seeing you here.”

Carson chuckles, “Surprised you haven’t done anything in this venue to get you put on the banned list.”

Emmit gives them both a nod and unimpressed smile, “Why do you say that about her?” Faye laughs and shakes her head, “It’s a joke.”

He blinks at Emmit, “Cause Faye likes to have fun.”

Faye nods with a shy smile and motions to the stage, “Exactly. E knows that, that’s why he insisted we come to the show tonight.”

Carson arches a brow, “You a big fan of Eli Hudson… E?”

He shrugs one shoulder and puts his arm around Faye, “Can’t say I’ve heard much of his music. It’s a little too…expected for me. I admire Gabe Reid’s writing and instrumentals but even he has sold out.”

Carson narrows his eyes at Emmit, “Sorry, how can music be expected if you haven’t heard much of it?”

Emmit shrugs one shoulder and hums softly, “I mean there’s real musicians, writers, poets, writing about the meaning of life, man. Not just crying about a female.” Faye tries not to flinch before she puts her hand on his chest with a fake laugh, “Anyways..we just wanted to have a fun night out and I knew we would see our friends.”

Carson grits his teeth, “Eli’s songs are more than about women.” He gives Faye a look and then looks at Sylvia, “I’m gonna go get us drinks. Faye, want anything?”

Faye bites her lower lip with a small nod, “Please..whatever Sylvia is having.” Sylvia smiles at him and nods, “Rose, please. Thank you, babe.”

Carson nods his head and kisses her softly before going to the bar.

Sylvia smiles and looks at Faye, “So how have you been lately? We haven’t seen you too much and only got to talk a little last time we saw you.” Faye laughs and shrugs, “I’ve been good, you know..busy as always!” Emmit rolls his eyes and laughs, “Just working at that bar.”

Carson orders the drinks and goes to text Sylvia but accidentally texts the group chat with Eli, I cannot believe she brought that fucking douchebag

Sylvia gives him a tight smile and shakes her head, “That’s a great bar though. You always look like you are having so much fun.” Faye glances at her boyfriend then back to Sylvia with a nod and shrug, “Yeah, may be time to hang up my hat soon. Might try something new, I don’t know.”

Eli checks his phone and his eyes widen as he reads it before texting Jade to confirm.

Sylvia furrows her brows at her and nods her head, “I wanna hear more about that. Speaking of, I kind of was wondering if you may be up for a girl trip next weekend?” Faye raises her brows and smiles, “I’d love that! Where to?” Syl laughs and hums softly, “I was actually thinking Vegas, it’s not too bad of a drive!” Emmit tuned out from their conversation until he heard Vegas and scoffed softly, “Faye won’t wanna go to basic ass Vegas.”

Carson comes back with the drinks and hands the girls their rosés, and he keeps quiet but glares at Emmit. When Eli gets Jade’s response he tosses his phone away and goes to get ready to go on stage.

Sylvia thanks Carson and leans into him as she frowns, “Pleaasee? You’re the only person I’d wanna go to Vegas with.” Faye raises her brows as she looks between all them and smiles, “Text me tomorrow, I think I can swing it.”

Carson puts his arm around Sylvia and kisses her temple before drinking from his glass.

She grins widely at Faye and nods her head as she wraps her arm around Carson, “Perfect.” Faye nods as she looks over at the stage with a nervous glance.

The house lights go down and the crowd starts cheering loudly. Eli comes out with his guitar and starts his opening song.

Faye swallows thickly as the lights go down and she chugs half her drink.

Carson sings along and sways to the music. Eli looks towards the VIP area as he sings.

Sylvia cheers for him and dances with Carson as she sings along. Faye grips her drink tighter as Emmit looks around impressed and bored.

Eli keeps singing and then finishes his song. “How we doing, LA?” The crowd goes crazy and Carson cheers too. Eli laughs, “It’s good to be home.”

Sylvia pulls out her phone to record him and widens her eyes at the text messsge. She turns to whisper yell into his ear, “Did you mean to text Eli about Faye?”

Carson looks at her, “What do you mean? I texted you!” Eli grins, “I’ve got four of my favorite people in the VIP area right now, so make sure they look like they’re having a good time.” Carson counts himself, Sylvia, and Jade then looks at Faye.

Sylvia looks back at Eli then follows Carson’s gaze to Faye. Faye finishes her drink and nods to the bar, “I’m gonna get another. Want anything?”

Carson raises his brows and shakes his head. Eli grins widely and goes into his next song.

Emmit nods his head, “I’ll have tequila on the rocks, thanks love.” Faye nods and heads to the bar. Sylvia turns back to Carson and shows him her phone.

Carson’s eyes widen, “That explains the four.”

Sylvia nods as she glances up at Eli then back to her fiance, “I hope he’s okay..”

He looks at the stage, “Me too.” Eli keeps playing and focuses on his performance.

Faye comes back and hands Emmit his drink blindly as she sips her wine and watches Eli.

Eli finishes his second song and then talks into the mic, “This is a new one that only felt right to play here. This is You Don’t Go to Parties.” He starts to play it and then starts the first verse.

She raises her brows and crosses her arms over her chest as she listens. Sylvia glances at her to see her reactions.

Carson glances at Faye too as Eli moves on to the chorus.

Emmit leans over to whisper in her ear but Faye doesn’t hear him or pay attention.

Eli looks directly at the VIP section as he continues the song.

Faye sips her drink as she shifts away from Emmit slightly as he narrows his eyes at her then the stage.

Eli keeps his gaze on the VIP section has he finishes the song.

Sylvia cheers loudly and claps for him. Faye puts her drink down as she claps.

Carson grins and cheers for Eli. Eli smiles sheepishly and nods in thanks. He plays a few more songs, including Wildflower, before finishing with Youngblood.

Emmit eventually goes to sit down near the bar and drink as Faye continues to watch with Carsylvia.

Eli and his band do their final bows before leaving the stage. Carson keeps cheering for Eli and laughs happily, “Wow, one of his best!”

Faye nods in agreement with a small smile. Sylvia grins as she leans into Carson, “Amazing!”

Eli doesn’t even think about it, he passes off his guitar and immediately heads to the VIP section. Carson grins, “I really liked the new one.”

Emmit returns to them and grabs her butt, slurring a little, “Sorry I had to sit down down, I was tired from working on my piece all day.” Faye nods and sips her drink, “It’s okay.”

Carson scowls when Emmit comes back over and when he puts his hand on Faye, “Maybe you should sit til Gabe comes on then.” Eli comes out and the few fans that see him wave and he waves back with a smile. He walks into the VIP area and looks for Faye.

He raises his brows at Carson and laughs, “I’m good, man. You guys should come to my next exhibit. Faye has been helping me, it’s going to be unbelievable.”

Eli spots them and takes a deep breath before walking over. He squeezes Carson and Sylvia’s shoulders before standing right in front of Faye and staring down at her with hurt in his eyes. He pauses a moment and goes, “Glad you’re alive.”

Faye widens her eyes slightly before biting her lower lip, “Great show, Eli.” Sylvia raises her brows at Eli before she grins as she gives him a side hug, “You did amazing!”

Eli returns the side hug and kisses the top of Sylvia’s head before letting go of her and nearly growling, “‘Great show, Eli.’”

Faye frowns softly and shakes her head. Emmit holds his free hand and gives him a smirk, “I’m Emmit, Faye’s boyfriend.” She looks away and fights a sigh.

Eli glances at him, “Hey.” He shakes his hand quickly and then looks at Faye. Carson frowns and puts his hand on his shoulder, “Come on, man. Let’s get you a celebratory drink.”

Sylvia nods in agreement as she pulls back from them, “Good idea!” Faye sips her drink and shifts away from Emmit slightly.

Eli frowns and nods, going with him to the bar.

Sylvia reaches over to squeeze Faye’s arm and smiles, “Bathroom?” Faye nods quickly and pulls away from him, “We’ll be right back.”

Carson orders Eli a double and Eli scowls down at the bar.

The girls go to the bathroom and Sylvia looks over at her, “You okay?” Faye sighs and shakes her head, “No, I didn’t want to come and ruin his night but he insisted.”

Eli takes his drink and sees the girls walking away. He starts to follow them despite Carson trying to stop him.

Sylvia puts her hand on her shoulder and frowns, “That’s not the Faye I know. That lets someone let alone a guy dictate what you do.” Faye waves her hand around and shakes her head, “It’s not like that.”

Eli goes into the bathroom and Carson runs in after him, “come on lets just go back go the bar!” Eli shakes his head and he goes up to Faye, “Why?”

Faye widens her eyes slightly as she sees the guys come in, “Eli..what are you..why what?”

Eli frowns deeply, “why? Why did you stop talking to me? Why did you not want to talk to me for three whole months? Why did you get a boyfriend? Why are you here at my concert with him?

She looks at their friends then back at him, “Can we talk alone?”

Carson holds his hand out for Sylvia.

Sylvia bites her lower lip as she looks between them and takes his hand, “Don’t kill each other. I love you both.”

Eli gives her a slight nod.

Sylvia follows Carson out of the bathroom and Faye reaches over to lock the door, “I wasn’t planning on coming tonight because I know this is an important show but he insisted and I was going to leave before you could see me. How did you even know I was here?”

Eli narrows his eyes at her, “you are in the VIP section of my show full of people who actually care about me and haven’t decided I wasn’t worth even a text back, of course I was gonna find out!”

She sighs and shakes her head at him, “I do care about you. I didn’t..I really didn’t want to bring him.”

He blinks back tears, “Why, just tell me why…”

Faye feels her own eyes well up as she put her hand out to touch him but stops and pulls her hand back, “I didn’t..know how to feel and I shut myself down from it. And I’m sorry.”

Eli watches her hand and frowns, “I let you in. And I thought we were friends again and you fucking ran.”

She sighs and shakes her head, “I’m sorry..I really am. At first I was just giving us space and then..I don’t know then I met Emmit and he was a distraction. I shouldn’t have ignored you, I know that but I couldn’t..”

He shakes his head as he fights back his tears, “What are you doing with this art bro douche bag, Faye?”

Faye frowns and shakes her head at him, “It’s not like that Eli, he’s not that bad and it’s just casual.”

Eli motions to the door, “your best friends hate him! And you brought him here, you brought him here.”

She narrows her eyes at him and crosses her arms, “This conversation isn’t about him. You don’t know anything about him and neither do they!”

He frowns, “This isn’t about him, this is about you! You and what you’re doing, you’re running and hiding cause you’re scared and this guy is just another wall you’ve put up because you know he’s not what you want so he’ll never get too close. So you’re gonna let him treat you like shit because you think it’s what you deserve when it’s not!”

Faye rolls her eyes and shakes her head, “Yes I shut myself out and maybe I was running but that has nothing to do with Emmit. He is…” She strains slightly, “Nice enough. Besides my ignoring you has nothing to do with it so leave him out of it.”

Eli narrows his eyes at her, “Nice enough!? Faye, that is bull shit! I treated you better during two weekends of just sex than your entire relationship and you know it. And if he has nothing to do with it, even though you’re the one who said you met him and he was a distraction, then why? Give me one good reason as to why!”

She shakes her head and takes a step away from him, “I am not having this conversation about him. It’s none of your goddamn business. If you have a problem with me, I accept that but he is my choice. Maybe I want to be with an asshole, maybe because I’m an asshole. Ever thought about that? Maybe I’m not this good person you want me to be! I’m gonna hurt you, I’m gonna be a bitch, that’s me, baby.”

Eli glares at her and steps into her bubble, sinking his fingers into the back of her hair, “fine! Then don’t take the fucking coward’s way out. Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want me, that you haven’t thought about me once these three months, and you don’t wish it was me inside you every time he fucks you.”

Faye gasps softly and looks up at him with wide eyes, “Eli..” Her lip trembles slightly and she shakes her head, “You know I can’t say that..please.”

Eli leans down and kisses her deeply, holding her to him.

She moves her hands to his cheeks and kisses him back with a soft moan.

His fingers tighten in her hair as he kisses her desperately.

Faye whimpers as she returns the kiss with the same desperation before pulling back quickly and pushing him gently, “We can’t..”

Eli leans his forehead against hers and whispers, “Then say you don’t want me..”

She feels her eyes well up again and she whispers back, “I can’t, you know I can’t. Please..stop having this hold on me.”

He frowns and pecks her lips, “I want you, you know that I want you.. stop pushing me away..”

Faye lets a few tears fall and quickly wipes them away, “You deserve more than this. That’s why, that’s why I’ve ignored you. I shouldn’t have let New York then Boston happen to begin with.”

Eli shakes his head and kisses her lightly again, “You don’t mean that..”

She returns the kiss and frowns, “Why do you let me treat you like this?”

He strokes her cheek with his thumb and he frowns, “Because I know you.. and I want you just as you are..”

Faye closes her eyes as she lets a few more tears drop, “I can’t. We can’t. We’ll get hurt again. You know I’m right.”

Eli wipes her tears away and he speaks softly to her. “Faye.. having you go no contact with me hurt more than anything else could.. I’m here, I’m right fucking here.. don’t do this..”

She moves her hands to his cheeks, “I’m sorry I did that.”

He frowns, “Don’t push me away.. I’m right here..”

Faye sniffs softly and strokes his cheekbones, “What about him?”

Eli clenches his jaw, “What about him?”

She nods to the door, “He’s out there, waiting for me. What am I supposed to do right now?”

He frowns and takes a step back from her.

Faye pulls him back by his shirt and shakes her head, “No, come back.”

Eli leans down and kisses her deeply.

She returns the kiss and slides her hands onto the back of his head.

He wraps his arms around her and holds her to him, lifting her up slightly.

Faye grips his hair as she kisses him deeply.

His hands move to her thighs and he picks her up, wrapping her legs around him.

She tugs on his hair and whimpers into the kiss before pulling back, “Eli..where are you staying?”

Eli carries her over to the sink, “My house.”

Faye slides her hands down his chest, “Can I meet you there?”

He nods his head and kisses her deeply.

She makes a soft sound and returns the kiss.

Eli rubs her thighs as he kisses her desperately again.

Faye whimpers against his lips and presses herself against him.

He kisses her harder and holds her tight.

She tugs on his lower lip as she pulls back and slides her nails over his chest with a soft laugh, “Give me your phone.”

Eli nods and holds his phone out to her.

Faye pulls out her phone and shares her location before handing it back to him

He watches her, “Should I be worried about your safety at all?”

She shakes her head and laughs softly, “No, but I can’t hide if I’m giving you my location.”

Eli laughs and kisses her neck heatedly.

Faye tilts her head to the side and makes a soft sound.

He skims his nose over her jaw before kissing along it.

She moves her hand to his cheek and sighs softly, “We should go..”

Eli groans and leans into her touch, “Now?” He squeezes her thighs and brushes his thumbs over the inside of them.

Faye makes a soft sound and nods her head, “They are all going to be wondering what we are doing..”

He nips at her ear and repeats the motion, “So let them..”

She whimpers and leans her head back, “Eli Hudson..”

Eli kisses to her lips and kisses her heatedly, toying with the waistband of her bottoms.

Faye moans into the kiss and lifts her hips to his.

He tugs down her bottoms quickly and then her panties.

She drags her nails over his chest and breaks the kiss to moan.

His hand moves to her center and he rubs her slowly.

Faye whimpers and tugs on his hair, “Eli..”

Eli heatedly kisses her neck and teases her clit.

She gasps and leans her head back, “Nobody touches me like you..”

He groans and kisses to her jaw, “You always get so wet for me, Faye..”

Faye tilts her head to the side, “Always..”

Eli tugs down his pants with one hand and keeps rubbing at her clit.

She slides her hand down over his pants and whimpers, “Fuck..I missed you.”

He groans, “I missed you so much..”

Faye grips his length and leans her forehead against his.

Eli groans and rubs her clit eagerly.

She moans and rubs his tip through his boxers.

He moans and nips at her bottom lip, “Faye..”

Faye smirks up at him and squeezes his length, “Fuck me, baby..”

Eli groans and tugs his boxers down. He presses his forehead to hers and sets his tip at her entrance before thrusting into her hard.

She cries out and grips his arms, “Eli..”

He moans loudly and presses his nose to her temple, “Fuck.. now I’m home..” He starts to thrust his hips hard.

Faye moans loudly as she drags her nails down his back.

Eli groans her name and picks up his pace slightly.

She cries out and grips the back of his neck as she tries to match his pace.

He moans louder and starts to move in and out of her roughly.

Faye moves her hips with his as she moans his name louder.

Eli groans and moves his fingers against her clit as fast as his hips are moving.

She arches her back into him as she feels her body tense up.

His abdomen tightens and he groans loudly.

Faye grips his hair as she cries out and hits her climax.

Eli shouts her name as he hits his climax and releases inside of her.

She moans and drops her head against his shoulder, “Eli…”

He moans and leans his head into the crook of her neck.

Faye slides her nails over his hair as she pants softly.

Eli catches his breath as he holds onto her.

She whimpers softly and grips his back, “I’m so sorry..”

He shakes his head and leans back to kiss her softly.

Faye slips her hand on his cheek and returns the kiss.

Eli returns the kiss and hums softly.

She pulls back and strokes his cheek, “Let’s go.”

He nods and slowly pulls out of her.

Faye whimpers and slips off the sink to fix her pants.

Eli fixes his bottoms and kisses her neck.

She smiles and tilts her head to the side, “Eli Hudson..”

He grins and hugs her tight.

Faye laughs and wraps her arms around his middle.

Eli grins and kisses the top of her head.

She smiles and nuzzles her nose against his chest, “I gotta go do this..”

He nods his head, “Okay, baby..”

Faye kisses his chest before pulling back from him.

Eli smiles and unlocks the door. Carson and Sylvia are still out in the hall since they were standing guard and telling everyone the bathroom was out of order.

Faye blushes as she sees them standing there, “Hey..”

Carson grins at them knowingly, “Hey.” Eli smiles and nods, “Let’s head back. Don’t wanna miss Gabe.”

Sylvia raises her brows at them and squeezes Faye’s arm. Faye gives her a small nod and starts back towards the VIP.

Eli puts his arm around Carson’s shoulder and once they’re back in VIP they go back to the bar.

Faye sighs as she approaches Emmit who is hammered in the VIP area. He stumbles over to her and smirks, “Where the hell did you go?!” His arm goes around her and brings her close.

Eli keeps watch over Faye as he sips his drink.

She raises her brows at him and gently taps his chest to push him back slightly, “Maybe we should go. I think you’ve had one too many.” Emmit laughs loudly and shakes his head, “I’m fiinnneee! I thought I might get to meet Gabe Reid and show him my art, dude. I think he’d really be into it.”

Eli tells Carson to go get security just in case and Carson nods before heading off.

Faye shakes her head and sighs, “Well, you’ve had too much tequila, you’ll be falling all over him, you’re too wasted.” Emmit narrows his eyes at her and lets go of her, “I’m not fucking wasted! Fuck you, Faye, you always are jealous of my work sorry some of us aspire to be more than a flirty waitress!”

Eli hears him raise his voice and goes over, “Do not yell at her.”

Emmit raises his eyebrows at Eli, “Oh and don’t get me started on this guy..the whole reason we are here is because you and your friends are clearly obsessed with him and want his clout.” He slips back into his normal voice, “You, my dude, did a fucking number on this nutcase.” Faye narrows her eyes at him, “What the fuck?”

Eli steps in front Emmit and speaks low to him, “And I’m about to do a number on you if you don’t get the fuck out of here. You don’t talk to Faye like that, you don’t talk about her like that. You pathetic, untalented, pretentious, little man.”

Emmit laughs bitterly and pulls out his phone, “I get it. She wanted to come to get you back. Whatever, I’ll just call up my other girl. At least she’s less of a slut.”

He smirks, “Oh no, we’re all devastated, you’re gonna go make some other girl miserable and forced to fake orgasms.” Security moves closer to where they are.

Faye rolls her eyes at him and crosses her arms, “Just go before you are forced out.” Emmit looks over his shoulder at security and starts to text on his phone, “Fuck all of you.”

Eli gets airdropped a video from Jade of Emmit yelling at Faye, “and the internet is gonna love this footage of you demeaning your girlfriend. Well, ex-girlfriend now.”

Faye raises her brows and smirks softly, “Don’t ever call me again.” Emmit looks at the video and turns to storm off.

Eli turns and looks at Faye and grins.

She laughs softly and shakes her head, “Well..that was easier than I expected..”

He chuckles and whispers in her ear, “And I didn’t even have to mention that my cum is still inside of you right now.”

Faye widens her eyes at him and gasps, “Thank you for not saying that considering there was cameras rolling.”

Eli laughs, “I didn’t know at the time! We have Jade thank for that.”

She puts her hand on his cheek and smiles softly, “Thank you.”

He smiles and nods, “I would’ve punched him.”

Faye strokes his cheekbone and hums, “I know.”

Eli leans into her touch, “He should’ve never talked to you like that.”

She shrugs one shoulder and slides her hand down to his neck then chest, “But he did. Not many men are as nice as you.”

He frowns, “He is a dick.”

Faye nods and pulls her hand back, “I know that, I tend to attract them. Except you.”

Eli hugs her, “I can be sometimes.”

She moves her hands over his back and shakes her head, “No..definitely not.”

He laughs into her hair and squeezes her.

Faye smiles shyly and looks up at him.

Eli grins at her, “do you wanna stay for the set?”

She shrugs and slips her hand under his shirt to run her nails over his back, “It’s up to you.”

He shakes his head, “No, I wanna get out of here.”

Faye pulls back from him and nods, “What about Carson and Sylvia?”

Eli looks at Carsylvia, “Will you guys be upset if we leave?”

Sylvia shakes her head quickly and smiles, “Call me tomorrow to talk about Vegas? By the way, it’s not for a girls trip..Eli has a his next show there. Didnt want asshole to know.” Faye raises her brows and laughs, “Trickster…”

Eli chuckles softly, “Let’s go.”

She nods and gives them a wave as she follows Eli.

Eli leads her out and to where his car is waiting behind the venue.

Faye follows behind him and into the car.

Eli gets into the car and starts it up before holding his hand out to her.

She takes his hand and shakes her head with a soft laugh.

He can’t help but grin and moves his fingers between hers before starting to drive them to his house.

Faye looks down at their hands and smiles softly, “Where do you live?”

Eli smiles, “Malibu. So a bit of a drive.”

She raises her brows and smiles, “Long quite as long as USC to Laguna but close.”

He chuckles, “not even close with traffic.”

Faye smiles and leans her head back against the seat, “But it’s Malibu.”

Eli grins, “I promise it’s not that bad, at least from here.”

She squeezes his hand and nods, “I know, I know.”

He smiles and brushes his thumb over hers.

Faye watches him drive and puts their hands on her lap.

Eli glances at her and smiles, “Are you doing okay?”

She nods with a small smile, “Yeah..kind of surprised but kind of not.”

He squeezes her hand, “What do you mean?”

Faye lifts her hand and kisses the back of it, “I guess I should’ve known from the moment I stepped into the venue if you found me, I’d be in your bed tonight.”

Eli laughs shyly, “Really?”

She brushes her thumb over the back of his hand as she speaks quietly, “You know I can’t resist you. This is now the second boyfriend I’ve broken up with because of you.”

He shakes his head as he smiles, “Neither of them were good to you.”

Faye smiles and shrugs one shoulder, “I didn’t like either of them very much anyways.”

Eli squeezes her hand gently.

She leans over and kisses his shoulder gently, “Thank you for defending me.”

He nods his head, “Til the day I die.”

Faye shakes her head and smiles to herself.

Eli squeezes her hand tight.

Faye tenderly kissing the back of his hand and sighs softly.

He looks at her, “Are you hungry?”

She smiles and shrugs one shoulder, “I could eat. What do you have in mind?”

Eli smiles, “We could get In-n-Out, or I can cook for you, I actually have food.”

Faye raises her brows and smiles, “As long you don’t mind after just performing for thousands of people to make food for little old me.”

He grins, “I wanna cook for you.”

She nods with a smile, “Okay, okay. I won’t say no to that.”

Eli smiles and moves his fingers in between hers.

Faye squeezes his hand back and smiles, “So I liked the new song.”

His brows raise and he smiles, “yeah?”

She nods and hums softly, “Yeah, I mean..I like all of your music.”

Eli shrugs, “I wasn’t sure if you��d be fond of that one.”

Faye squeezes his hand gently and raises her brows, “Why not?”

He glances at her, “Cause it’s based on us.”

She nods her head and hums softly, “I know.”

Eli nods a little too and lightly squeezes her hand.

Faye smiles and looks at him, “My ego loves it if I’m honest.”

He chuckles and shakes his head, “Well that’s good at least.”

She laughs softly and shrugs one shoulder, “I guess I can also relate to the new one. I always felt like hanging with Carson & Sylvia was hanging out with your friends without you.”

Eli raises his brows, “What? They love you.”

Faye nods with small shrug, “I know but it’s different.”

He shakes his head, “Not when Sylvia thinks of you as her best friend— aside from Carson.”

She squeezes his hand and shrugs, “I know but it isn’t the same because at the end of they day they are closer with you. I mean that’s how you knew about him, isn’t it?”

Eli shrugs, “I asked about you.”

Faye hums softly with a nod, “I get it. I guess it was just different when I was third wheeling with them and it felt like you were missing.”

He lifts their hands to kiss her knuckles, “Guess what I said to Syl when she said I was their forever third wheel.” He chuckles.

She raises her brows at him and laughs, “What’s that?”

Eli chuckles, “That I still remember what she tastes like on my tongue so I wouldn’t call myself a third wheel.”

Faye gasps at him before leaning her head back to laugh, “Oh I bet she was blushing!”

Eli grins, “She definitely was.”

She giggles and shakes her head as she winks at him, “I remember too.”

He smirks, “I bet you do.”

Faye laughs and shakes her head, “I can’t say that to her though.”

Eli grins, “You could.”

She shakes her head and hums, “You’re bad.”

He chuckles, “Just sometimes.” He pulls up to the house and parks in the driveway.

Faye looks out the window and raises her brows as she lets go of his hand.

Eli gets out and goes around to open the door for her.

She smiles and thanks him as she gets out, “This is really nice.”

He smiles at her. “thank you.”

Faye gives him a shy smile as she squeezes his arm.

Eli grins and brings her inside.

She follows him and looks around the house, “How long have you lived here?”

He smiles, “Before tour, about four months.”

Faye wanders around and smiles, “It’s amazing.”

Eli smiles and goes into the kitchen, “thank you.”

She follows him and leans against the counter, “So can I help?”

He smiles, “Maybe, what are you in the mood for?”

Faye laughs and tilts her head to the side, “What can you make? I mean I haven’t had you cook for me since it was the days of grilled cheese and quesadillas.”

Eli laughs, “I can still do both of those. I can make real pasta too, pesto chicken, you name it.”

She smiles and crosses her arms with a hum, “Whatever is easiest for you. Pesto chicken sounds delicious.”

He smiles, “you got it.” He takes out what he needs from the fridge.

Faye nods and moves to wash her hands, “Let me help.”

Eli smiles, “you don’t have to.”

She nudges her hip against his, “Let me help, Elijah.”

He chuckles, “Okaaayyyy.”

Faye smiles and kisses his shoulder, “Put me to work.”

Eli smiles at her, “Mix breadcrumbs and the cheese for me?”

She nods and takes a bowl, starting to mix per his instructions.

He hums softly as he preps the chicken.

Faye finishes and watches him with a smile.

Eli grins and then coats the chicken in pesto and the mixture she made.

She leans against the counter and hums, “When did you learn to cook when you were busy becoming a rockstar?”

He laughs, “I’ve been cooking longer than that. I do have precooked noodles if you want those too.”

Faye nods with a smile, “Sounds good to me.”

Eli grins and nods, putting the chicken in the oven and taking out the pasta.

She starts to wander into the living room to snoop as he cooks.

He preps the pasta for their dinner.

Faye looks over the books on the coffee table and hums softly to herself.

Eli glances at her and grins to himself:

She grabs one of the old art books she remembered and sits down on the couch as she browses through it.

He puts together a cheese board and brings it over.

Faye raises her brows and closes the book, “A little appetizer?”

Eli chuckles and nods, “Yep.”

She puts her fingers under his chin and leans in to kiss him gently.

He grins as he returns the kiss.

Faye smiles and pulls back slightly to nip at his lower lip.

Eli smiles widely at her.

She tilts her head to the side and slides her hand down his front, “You should get more comfortable, Eli Hudson. As much as I love this outfit.”

He nods and chuckles, “okay. I’ll go change.”

Faye nods and kisses him quickly before pushing him back playfully.

Eli shakes his head and kisses her a few more times.

She smiles as she leans back and takes a few pieces of cheese to eat.

Eli goes upstairs quickly to change.

Faye eats as she stands up and opens the door to the patio, walking out with a smile.

He changes out of his concert clothes and into a tshirt and sweatpants. He comes back down and looks around for Faye before following her outside.

She hears and looks over her shoulder at him, “It’s really beautiful out here.”

Eli goes over and wraps his arms around her from behind, “Thank you.”

Faye leans her head back against his shoulder and smiles softly.

He smiles and kisses her temple.

She looks over her shoulder at him and hums, “Eli..”

His brow raise, “yes?”

Faye shakes her head and smiles softly, “I like this.”

He kisses her cheek softly, “me too.”

She grins and closes her eyes at the kiss.

Eli gently squeezes his arms around her.

Faye moves her hand to cup his cheek and hums, “You could’ve come home with a groupie, you know?”

He makes a face, “ I could have. “

She laughs and shakes her head, “This better?”

Eli nods his head, “obviously.”

Faye turns in his arms and puts her hands on his chest, “Obviously.”

He tightens his arms around her and grins, “I missed you..”

She smiles and nudges her nose against his, “I missed you.”

Eli smiles and rubs her back.

Faye leans up and nudges her nose against his with a smile.

He grins and kisses her sweetly.

Faye returns the kiss and puts her hands on his cheeks.

Eli rubs her waist as they kiss.

She strokes his cheeks and kisses him with a small smile.

He laughs happily against her lips.

Faye pulls back and grins, “Eli..”

Eli smiles at her, “Yeah?”

She nudges her nose against his and smiles, “You’re something special.”

He blushes and pecks her lips.

Faye strokes his cheek and pulls back with a smile.

Eli grins, “Let’s eat.”

She nods and slides her hands over his arms before pulling away.

He grins and brings her back inside.

Faye follows him and grabs a few pieces of cheese before following him to the kitchen.

Eli chuckles and goes to take the chicken out as the timer goes off.

She leans against the counter and smiles, “Smells amazing.”

He grins and plates the pasta and tops it with the chicken.

Faye smiles and raises her brows, “This looks professional.”

Eli chuckles, “Go sit, baby.”

She laughs with a nod, “Where should we eat?”

He smiles, “Outside. Want wine?”

Faye nods with a smile, “Sounds good. Want me to carry it?”

Eli hums, “If you don’t mind.”

She nods as she grabs the wine and two glasses before heading out to the patio.

He carries the dinner plates out.

Faye smiles softly and pours them each a glass.

Eli sets the plates down and smiles, “Thank you.”

She nods and looks at the food, “This looks amazing. Thank you!”

He grins at her, “You’re welcome.” He sets the silverware down.

Faye nudges her foot against his as she takes a bite of her food with a hum.

Eli smiles as he watches her, “what do you think?”

She nods as she chews on the food, “Wow..that’s perfect.”

He laughs shyly, “you’re sweet.”

Faye laughs and shakes her head as she eats another bite, “I don’t know about that!”

Eli shakes his head and takes a bite of his food.

She leans back in her seat as she sips her wine, “So why Malibu?”

He hums softly, “I like how it’s a little more secluded and by the ocean.”

Faye nods as she looks around with a smile, “It suits you.”

Eli smiles, “Thank you. Where are you at now?”

She hums and nods a little bit, “Not too far, I’m in Venice.”

He nods and smiles, “I feel like that makes sense too.”

Faye laughs and raises her brows, “Why’s that?”

Eli grins, “we’re beach people.”

She nods with a smile, “We are California babies.”

He chuckles and nods as he eats.

Faye hums as he eats more of her food, “How’s tour been?”

Eli hums softly, “it’s been fun.”

She smiles and raises her brows with a laugh, “Anymore fun with Lily & Shawn?”

He chuckles, “No but they’re together.”

Faye laughs as she sips her wine, “You’re a matchmaker.”

Eli chuckles, “It was kind of obvious.”

She taps her foot against his and laughs softly, “It was very obvious.”

He chuckles and nods.

Faye laughs and eats more of her dinner.

Eli smiles as he eats, “Should we talk?”

She smiles and taps her fork against her plate gently, “Probably.”

He looks at her, “So.. what is it you’re looking for?”

Faye finishes her food and bites her lower lip gently, “I don’t know.”

Eli nods his head, “That’s okay..”

She sips her wine and holds her glass close to her mouth, “I’m gonna hurt you, you know I will, right? Even if it’s unintentional.”

He frowns, “Why?”

Faye sighs and shakes her head, “Because I’m selfish and insecure and still a little too messed up to be with anyone. I mean hell look at what I just did to you, Eli. I brought my terrible boyfriend to your show after ignoring you for months. Then I basically broke up with him publicly which was the right thing to do but that’s..I’m not a great person.” She waves her hand before he can speak, “And I’m not asking you to say I’m wrong or you know I’m not like that but..I am and I don’t want to hurt you. Guys like Emmit, whatever but you? I can’t do that to you again.”

Eli frowns, “Well we don’t have to be anything serious. Cant we be friends? Cause as much as I missed the sex and your body, I really just missed having my person the most.”

She sips her wine and places it on the table with a laugh, “We can be friends but I don’t see a world where I don’t want to undress you whenever I’m near you.”

He chuckles, “Well I didn’t meant without the benefits.”

Faye hums softly with a small smile, “So..we are friends with benefits when we are together? And friends when we are apart?”

Eli nods his head, “Yeah, no pressure, no dates, our friendship comes first. But I’m always gonna want you.”

She raises her brows and shakes her head, “You can’t close yourself off to others when we are apart. That’s the rule. If you want to hook up with someone else, take someone on a date, you follow that instinct. Promise?”

He raises his brows, “And if I don’t get that instinct?”

Faye shrugs one shoulder, “Then you don’t have to do anything but promise not to close yourself off? What if someone pursues you and asks you out? You can’t say no because of me.”

Eli sighs softly, “I promise not to close myself off but I’m not gonna say it might not be because of you. Are you gonna hookup with other people?”

She hums and taps her foot against his, “I’m not going to be looking to. If it happens, it happens. I have needs and I know you are going to Europe soon.”

He chews on his lip, “Then come to Europe with me.”

Faye laughs softly and takes his plate to stack on hers, “Good one, Eli Hudson.” She shakes her head and stands, “I’ll go clean these dishes.”

Eli stands up, “I’m not joking.”

She shakes her head as she starts to the door, “You are. We are friends with benefits, that sounds like a girlfriend.”

He frowns and follows her, “We are more than friends with benefits. We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend, but don’t try to make me feel like I’m weird for wanting you with me.”

Faye leads him into the kitchen and sets the plates in the sink before turning to him, “You’re not weird but you are asking me, your ex girlfriend and now friend who clearly cannot be trusted with your emotions to not be serious but yet spend all day, every day all across the world with you. Not to mention drop everything to do that. I have work to think about.”

Eli bites his lip, “I’m gonna be in Europe with Gabe and Tatum, and they’re a couple. I’ll be alone, or I could have one of my best friends there with me.”

She crosses her arms and looks at him, “Eli..I just warned you.” She sighs and looks away from him, “I don’t think I can handle hurting you again.”

He frowns more, “Then come for a week.”

Faye looks back at him and holds her hand out, “I can do a week.”

Eli takes her hand, “Pick any week you want.”

She pulls him closer and moves her arms around his middle with a small smirk, “No, you pick. Where do you wanna fuck me most?”

He rubs her back, “London.”

Faye smiles and leans up to nudge her nose against his, “I’ll be there. You can buy me a ticket so there’s guaranteed no backing out.”

Eli grins, “I’ll take care of all of it.”

She smiles and looks into his eyes, “And it’s not serious..just friends, right?”

He smirks, “With benefits.”

Faye laughs softly with a nod, “With benefits.”

Eli smiles, “I wanna have fun with you.”

She nudges her nose against his and smiles, “Then have fun with me.”

He grins, “It’ll be nice to have you to share it with. Plus I’ve never been overseas.”

Faye rubs his lower back with a soft smile, “I can’t wait for you. You’re gonna have a blast.”

Eli smiles and kisses her nose.

She scrunches up her nose and laughs softly, “Let me clean then I want a tour of upstairs.”

He gives her a look, “I don’t want you to clean.”

Faye smiles and squeezes him gently, “But I want to.”

Eli sighs, “Fine but I’m helping.”

She pecks his lips and pulls back to start rinsing the dishes.

Eli smiles and helps her load the dishwasher.

Faye quickly finishes with the dishes and slides her hands over his back, “You look so comfy…”

He grins at her, “Wanna borrow a shirt?”

She hums and kisses his shoulder, “Yes please.”

Eli smiles, “Okay, tour time.”

Faye nods as she slips her hand into his.

He smiles and brings her upstairs, “guest rooms and bathrooms are down the hall.”

She hums and nods her head, “And the master?”

#fayeli023

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adoracora-elizabeth · 1 year

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When life interrupts. Chapter 5

“Cora?” Robert asked while buttering his toast. It was a Sunday morning and had spent the night at Cora’s. During the week both were busy, but this was the second weekend they were together. Friday evening they went to a gig from a local band, yesterday they had walked around in the National Gallery. He noticed Cora was passionate about art. She knew so much about all the different artists.

Cora turned around, her curls swirled around her face, she was standing at the kitchen counter. Robert was transported back to last night when her curls were tickling his thighs. It had been obvious that he was Cora’s first, but he loved showing her what was possible and she was a fast learner. Last night she had surprised him with her mouth in a way he had never been pleased.

“Stop thinking about last night and ask your question.” Cora said stepping closer and kissing his cheek.

Robert wrapped his arm around her waist and rested his hand on her bottom. “I forgot what my question was.” He felt Cora’s hand moving over his back. She bent down to kiss his lips.

“I am sure you did not.”

With his hand still on her bottom he smirked. “You know me too well. “Why do you teach at that local school?”

Cora’s hand movement stopped. “Because I like teaching?” She raised her eyebrows. “What an odd question.”

“I don’t mean, why do you teach, I mean why aren’t you teaching on a higher level?” Robert moved his hand, so it was resting on her waist.

Cora frowned. She didn’t tell Robert about her dream. Teaching at the Royal College of Art. How did he know her doubts? “I, I.” She started but did not know what to answer exactly. “I never got the chance to teach somewhere else. I got this job and think I am happy with it.”

Now Robert took Cora’s hands in his. “Don’t fool yourself. I don’t believe you are happy with it. When you talk about your classes, I miss a spark in your eyes.”

“Oh” Cora said softly.

“Yes. Yesterday in the gallery I saw a spark when you were talking about the paintings and their history. Don’t you want to feel that when you are teaching?”

Cora lowered her eyes and tried to pull back her hands, but Robert strengthened his grip. “I don’t know the right people.”

With his thumb, he was brushing her hand with the other one he lifted her chin. “With your knowledge you don’t need to. Why don’t you write to them?”

“They won’t take it seriously. I am just a public school teacher.”

“Where did you study yourself?” Robert asked.

“I got my Master in art history at Columbia University back in New York.”

“And you are teaching at a public school? Darling, how did you end up there?”

Cora shrugged. “I needed a job. The only thing I found was at the school I teach now.”

Robert stared at Cora, she thought she wasn’t skilled enough. Totally forgetting the fact she has a master, something you need to be skilled for. “Cora, I think you should write that letter.

“Do you really?” Cora wasn’t sure if he was saying this to please her or that he really thought it.

“You have a master’s in art history, why would the Royal college of art don’t want you?”

Cora sighed, she knew Robert wouldn’t understand. “It is a master from America.”

“So?” Robert was getting more confused by the minute.

“You really don’t understand do you?” Cora got irritated. How did Robert not see the problem? She was lucky she had a job as a teacher at all. “Robert, you are forgetting I am an American with an American education. British people tend to look down on that. I wish I had taken the time to get my PhD at the University College London. But I didn’t.”

“You could still go for that PhD?” Robert tried. He saw that Cora’s blue eyes had turned into ice-cold fireballs.

“And who is going to pay for that? And how do you think I can afford this house? No Robert, maybe you are coming from a rich family where everything is possible and presented on a gold plate. I have to work for it. Something you should try” Cora did not know why she was getting this angry, she didn’t even know if Robert was rich. Maybe his parents didn’t pay for everything for him and he had said he worked in his father’s business. She sighed again, took Robert’s empty plate and threw it in the sink.

“If you really think that, then I think I better go.” Robert got up, kissed her cheek and left.

Cora sank to the ground with her head in her hands, she didn’t know why she got so mad and why she said that. Until now he hadn’t treated her differently since he knew she was from America and didn’t her parents pay for everything she needed. Her mother bought her this house. But once she got her teaching job, her mother cut her allowance in half. It was Martha’s way of saying she disagreed.

Cora got up and walked to her study, opened her laptop and checked the website for vacancies. There was one, for a minute she didn’t do anything, but then she clicked on the apply button.

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Angry Robert walked into his own apartment. Why had Cora said all this? His parents always gave him what he needed, but nothing came for free. His father taught him very young to work for his money. How dared Cora insinuate that he didn’t work? They were opening a new office on the mainland and his mother wanted him to go there to make sure the start-up would go smoothly. He had been very enthusiastic to go until he met Cora. She had shaken up his world and it was hard to leave her behind in London. He should not have left her house like this. Although he was only trying to help, he understood where she was coming from. It must have been indeed hard to find a job as an American. He knew his mother always looked down on Americans, they were loud and annoying according to Violet. But Robert knew better because he had met Cora.

#cora crawley #robert crawley #downton abbey #fanfiction #downton

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a-simple-gaywitch · 3 years

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Ohana

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer’s in love with his new neighbor- and her son that’s just like him

Word Count: 3234

Warnings: Typical CM stuff (Amplification specifically), Single Parent!Reader, slight angst

“Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind, or forgotten.” -Lilo and Stitch

Spencer remembered the day you moved in. He remembered you lugging boxes up five flights of stairs by yourself. When he saw you struggling with a heavy box, trying to find your key, he decided to be bold and help.

“You look like you could use some assistance,” he said. “I’m, uh, I’m Dr. Spencer Reid, I live right across the hall.”

“Dr. (Y/N) (L/N),” you said.

“Here, let me hold the box for you.”

“Careful, it’s heavy,” you said, shifting it into his arms.

Spencer was jostled for a moment from the weight of the box, which was labeled (Y/N)’s Books. “So, MD or PhD?” he asked you as you searched for the right key.

“PhD, I’m too squeamish to be in the medical field,” you said with a laugh. It was the most beautiful sound Spencer had ever heard. “What about you?”

“What? Oh,” Spencer shook his head, focusing back on the conversation. “PhDs.”

You stopped sorting through your keys and turned to face Spencer. “Plural? Holy shit, are you a genius or something?”

Spencer let out a small laugh before saying, “Yeah, technically. But I don’t think intelligence can be accurately quantified.”

You finally found the right key and sighed as you heard the lock click. “Um, you can set the box with the others by the bookshelf.”

Spencer turned to see a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, much like his own, with boxes upon boxes of books in front of it. Some were labeled Academics, some had the same label as the one he was currently holding, and some had Oliver’s Books scrawled across the top.

“So, uh, where are you moving from?” he asked you, following the maze of boxes to your kitchen.

You offered him a bottle of water. “Erie, Pennsylvania. I got a job at Georgetown as an Associate Professor in the history department.”

“Oh, I guest lecture there every once in a while. In the criminology department. Uh, what’s your concentration?” Spencer took a sip from the water bottle.

“Medieval and Renaissance history,” you said. “I get to teach fun classes like Medieval Weaponry and Warfare.”

“Well, maybe I can sit in on that class someday.”

You smiled at him and that was when Spencer knew, you’d worked your way into his heart and you were never leaving.

Spencer remembered the first time he met Oliver. It was 53 hours, 27 minutes, and 15 seconds since the day he met you. He was coming home from an exhausting case when he saw you trying to balance paper shopping bags in your arms while opening your door. A small boy, no older than 6, stood behind you with oversized headphones and a mobile gaming system. He had a huge backpack on his shoulders.

“Ollie, take the keys. Ollie. Oliver.”

“You need some help?” Spencer asked, setting his go-bag in front of his door.

“Spencer, hi! Um, some help would be great.” Spencer took the bags from your arms so you could open the door. “Oh, uh, this is Oliver, my son.”

“Your-your son?” Spencer asked. If you had a son, it was likely you had a partner.

“Yep, he’s my boy.” You tapped his shoulder and gestured for him to say hi. The boy gave a small wave before going back to his game.

Spencer cleared his throat. “So, uh, where’s-where’s his father?”

“California. At least, that’s where he went when he left us.” Your hand was resting on top of your son’s head. He looked just like you. “Here, can you just set the bags on the counter?” you asked after opening the door. Oliver started down the hallway when you grabbed the loop of his backpack. “Not so fast. You know the rules. Homework first, then you can play your game again.”

Oliver groaned and handed you his game. You set it on the counter next to the bags of groceries.

“So, you’re raising him alone?” Spencer asked you.

You nodded and started unpacking the bags. “Yeah. You know, it’s been hard, but I can’t imagine life without my Ollie. He’s my heart and soul.”

Spencer and you became friends quite quickly. He told you about his job as a profiler, and you told him about working at the university. He would come over after cases and watch movies with you and Oliver. He’d help you put groceries away and he’d help you with simple tasks.

He also picked up on Oliver’s eccentricities. He reminded Spencer of his younger self. He didn’t talk much about kids at school and he breezed through schoolwork. His interests seemed heightened beyond what could be considered normal for a kid his age. One day, Spencer decided to ask about it as inconspicuously as he could.

The two of you were playing a game of chess when he brought it up.

“So, Oliver seems to be doing pretty well in school. What grade did you say he was in, second?”

“Yeah, the school bumped him up a grade. They wanted me to move him up to fourth, but I know how important it is to have friends your own age. And he already struggles to make friends.”

“He does? Why?”

You sighed, moving your knight. “Check. He was diagnosed as autistic when he was three. He doesn’t quite get social cues so it’s hard for him.”

Spencer moved his bishop and took your knight. “I’m sure his dad leaving didn’t help.”

“Well, he, uh, he never actually met his dad. Leo left me when I was four months pregnant.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

You waved him off. “It’s fine. It was almost seven years ago. I moved on, and I learned to balance motherhood with college. I completed my undergrad when he was only a few months old and I worked on graduate school when he was a high-energy toddler. It just proved to me that I can do anything. Checkmate.”

Spencer was enjoying a rare day off on a Tuesday when his phone started ringing. He groaned, thinking it was Hotch with an urgent case. But when he saw your name on the caller ID, his face lit up.

“(Y/N), hey!” he said. “What’s going on?”

“Ollie’s school just called me. He’s sick but I have classes and meetings all day so I can’t go get him and-”

“Are you asking if I can go get him?” Spencer said, cutting off your rambling.

“Yes! Could you, please? I’d be so so grateful.”

Spencer smiled, grabbing the spare key you gave him. “Of course.”

“Oh, thank you so much. There’s a spare car seat in the coat closet. I’ll call the school and let them know you’ll be picking him up. Thank you so much, Spencer.”

When Spencer got to the school, he was fidgety. He’d never spent time alone with your son before. And he wasn’t even sure if the kid liked him.

He walked into the front office and said, “Hi, my name is Spencer Reid, I’m here to pick up Oliver (L/N)?”

“Oh, (Y/N) said you were coming to get him. If I could just see your ID?” the receptionist asked. Spencer nodded and pulled out his driver’s license. “Great, if you could just sign Oliver out on the clipboard here, you’ll be good to go.”

Spencer scribbled his signature on the clipboard and the receptionist got up to get Oliver from the back office. Oliver followed the receptionist, his backpack on his shoulders and a paper bag clutched in his hands. His face was pale and he was swaying slightly.

“Hey, Ollie,” Spencer said.

“Hi, Spencer. Where’s my mom?”

“She got stuck at work, buddy. You’re gonna stay with me until she comes home, okay?”

Oliver nodded. “Okay.” He followed Spencer out of the school and climbed in the back of his car.

“Do you want me to put the window down?” Spencer offered, looking back at the boy in the mirror. When Oliver nodded, Spencer put his window down and pulled out of the parking lot.

After pulling into the parking garage, Spencer looked in the mirror again. Oliver was fast asleep, his head slumped against the door. Rather than waking the boy, Spencer unbuckled him and scooped him up in his arms.

Oliver wrapped his little, sweaty arms around Spencer’s neck as he was carried inside. Maybe it was instinct, maybe it was how much he cared for the boy, but Spencer pressed a small kiss to the side of his head. Spencer dug your spare key out of his pocket and unlocked the door, setting Ollie down on the couch.

After covering him with a blanket, Spencer dug around in your kitchen for some ginger ale and crackers. After setting them on the coffee table, he heard a small voice say, “Why are you being so nice to me?”

Spencer noticed Oliver watching him from the couch. He sat on the edge of the coffee table, handing Oliver the soda with a red bendy straw. “What do you mean, bud?”

“I know you like-like my mom. But you’re nice to me even when she’s not here. Matt didn’t do that. He called me names when Mom wasn’t around. He said I was weird.”

Spencer knew Matt was your ex from your time working at the Erie campus of Penn State. He was the first person you’d been with since Oliver’s father. And hearing how he treated Oliver didn’t sit right with Spencer.

Spencer sighed and looked at Oliver. “I’m nice to you because I like you, too. And I was a lot like you when I was your age.”

“You were?” Oliver handed the cup back to Spencer to set back on the table.

Spencer nodded. “People still think I’m weird. But being weird is good. How boring would the world be if everyone was normal?”

Oliver smiled. “It would be pretty boring,” he said.

“Get some rest, okay? It’ll help you feel better.”

You finally managed to sneak out of work and get home. When you opened the door, you saw Spencer sitting in the chair across from your sleeping son, reading a book.

“Hey,” he said in a voice just above a whisper.

“Hey. How is he?”

“He has a low-grade fever and he hasn’t been able to keep anything in his stomach. I’ve been having him nibble on some crackers but even that doesn’t stay down.”

“Oh, my poor boy. Thank you for staying with him.”

“Of course. You know I’d do anything for you, for both of you.”

The team got back from a particularly rough case dealing with kids. Hotch gave them the weekend off to recuperate.

“Anyone want to go grab a drink?” Derek offered to the group.

“Or five?” Emily added.

“What do you say, kid? You in?” Derek asked Spencer as the younger man packed up his bag.

“Oh, no, sorry. I, uh, I have plans,” he said with a smile before slipping out of the office. The team watched him hurry out of the building before sharing glances with each other.

“Spence has a girlfriend,” JJ realized.

“Pretty boy has a girlfriend?”

“Think about it. When does Spencer ever have plans? And when was the last time he didn’t stay to do paperwork when we were given the time off?”

“And he upgraded his phone out of nowhere,” Emily chimed in. “He went from one that had only the bare essentials to a smartphone he texts on all the time.”

“We need to find out who this girl is,” Morgan decided.

Spencer had been keeping you a secret from the team on purpose. Not because he was ashamed of you, or embarrassed, but because he knew the team saw him as the baby and they would be invasive if they ever found out. He didn’t want them to scare you away, he loved you too much to lose you. Though, he hadn’t said it out loud yet.

You and Spencer were walking down the street, Oliver asleep on Spencer’s back, snoring against his shoulder, his arms wrapped around Spencer’s neck.

“You have no idea how excited he is for you to see his science fair project,” you said. “It was all he could talk about all week.”

Spencer smiled and adjusted the boy on his back. “I think I’m just as excited to see his project, especially since he wouldn’t let me know anything about it.”

You reached the apartment complex and you dug your keys out of your bag. “Are you sure you can carry him up the stairs? I can wake him if you want me to.”

“No, it’s fine. I got him,” Spencer whispered, moving so that Oliver was clinging to his front rather than his back. He followed you up the stairs to your apartment. When you unlocked the door, he went straight to Oliver’s room and put the tired boy in his bed. He kissed Ollie’s forehead before flicking on his nightlight and leaving the room.

“Oh, hey,” you said when Spencer came out of the room, “Is he still out?”

“Yeah. I think we might have put him in a coma.”

You laughed and kissed Spencer’s cheek. “Go get some sleep. I know you’re tired, too.”

“I’m not-”

“Spence, you nearly fell asleep at the movies tonight. Go.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll go. But not without a kiss goodnight.”

You gave Spencer a kiss before shooing him across the hall. When Spencer unlocked his door and flicked on the light, he saw his team sitting in his living room.

“What the hell? What are you doing here? JJ, I gave you a key for emergencies!”

“This is an emergency!” Penelope said. “You have a girlfriend and you didn’t tell us!”

“Kid, please tell me she’s a single mother and you haven’t been keeping a family a secret from us for years,” said Morgan.

Spencer was still annoyed his friends broke into his apartment, but he couldn’t resist talking about you, especially when they’d already seen you. “Her name’s (Y/N), she moved in about a year ago with her son, Oliver. We’ve been dating for three months.”

“Spence, why didn’t you tell us?” JJ asked.

Spencer looked down at his shoes, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “I didn’t want you scaring her off. I love her. I love both of them. And you guys can be intimidating.”

“Spencer’s coming to the science fair tonight, right?” Oliver asked you as you got him ready for school.

“That’s what he said,” you told him. “And you know Spencer likes to keep his promises.”

“I can’t wait to show him my mold project!”

“Okay, kiddo, we have to go. We don’t want to be late, do we?”

Meanwhile, Spencer was in the conference room at work, worrying about the latest case they’ve been presented. Someone was releasing a new strain of anthrax in public places around the DC area.

But under his stress over the case, he was worrying about you and Ollie. Maybe that’s why he worked so much harder on this one.

He and Morgan were sent to the suspect’s house, and Spencer entered first. Looking around, he noticed his mistake. When Morgan made his way to the door, he slammed and locked the door.

“Reid, what’s going on?”

“I’m sorry.”

Spencer was infected. He knew there was a large chance he would die, but he couldn’t stop working. He needed to find the antidote. HIs breathing was getting heavier and he felt sweat dripping down his face. He pulled out his phone and dialed.

“Hey, Garcia?”

“Reid! Oh, my god, Derek told me what happened. How are you feeling? Are you okay?”

“That’s not important right now,” he said. “Um, can you- can you record a message for me? It’s for (Y/N) and Ollie.”

“Oh, uh, of course.” He heard her typing. “Okay. Go ahead.”

Spencer cleared the lump in his throat. “Uh, hi, (Y/N), it’s Spencer. Um, I-I wanted to let you know that, uh, I love you and…” he paused, taking a breath and blinking tears from his eyes, “and I’m so happy you let me into your life, into your family. And I want Ollie to know I love him, too. You- both of you- you’re my family.”

After that, things happened too fast. Spencer was being pulled out of the house and hosed down before being ushered to the waiting ambulance. He fell out of consciousness on the ride to the hospital.

When he woke up in a hospital bed, Morgan was sitting by his side.

“Are you eating Jell-O?” he asked, his voice cracking from being dry.

Morgan lit up with a smile. “Welcome back, kid.”

“Is there anymore Jell-O?”

Morgan chuckled. “You know, there’s some people here waiting for you.”

“What?”

Before Morgan could explain, you and Oliver burst into the room.

“Oh, my god, Spence!” You ran over and hugged him the best you could with the various medical equipment attached to him. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again,” you scolded.

Oliver climbed onto the bed and curled up next to Spencer. “Yeah, don’t do that again,” he said. “How can I take you to Donuts with Dad if you’re dead?” He looked up at Spencer with his big doe-eyes and Spencer felt his heart break a little bit.

“You-you want me to go to Donuts with Dad with you? Even though I missed your science fair?”

Ollie nodded. “I don’t care that you missed my science fair. I just care that you’re still here.” He looked up and Spencer and wrapped his arms around his torso. “I love you, Spencer.” He gave Spencer a light squeeze.

Spencer smiled and ruffled his hair. “I love you too, Ollie.” He looked up at you. “And I love you, (Y/N).”

You smiled and gave Spencer a soft kiss.

“Ewww!” Ollie squealed, making you both laugh.

Spencer proposed to you about a year later. You’d both decided you didn’t want a huge wedding, just family and close friends. Rossi gave his backyard for you to use for the ceremony. It was simple and small, but it was special and wonderful. Spencer had flown Diana out, and you’d flown your parents out.

After the ceremony, Spencer announced that the both of you had a surprise for Ollie. He went inside Rossi’s house and returned with a manila envelope. He cleared his throat. “Ladies and gentlemen, in this envelope, I hold the most important document I have ever signed.” He opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper. He cleared his throat. “This certificate certifies that Oliver B. (L/N) is the adopted child of Spencer W. Reid,” he read.

Oliver’s jaw dropped. “What? You’re- what?”

“Remember all those Saturdays Penelope watched you while Spencer and I went out? This is what we were doing,” you told him.

Oliver ran over to you and Spencer and wrapped you in hugs. The rest of Spencer’s team and your parents joined in. In just two years, your family had gone from just you and your son to more people than you knew what to do with. And that was more than okay with you.

“They may not have my eyes, they may not have my smile, but they have all my heart.” -Anonymous

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x-reader-theater · 3 years

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Could you do a Reid x male reader where Reid is insecure since his crush is the stereotypical jock; popular, handsome, sporty, and a bit of a himbo? While the male reader is insecure since Reid is this super smart guy who’s also handsome (and cute) (and the male reader knows he’s not the most intelligent person?)

Misunderstandings ensue and after a while the whole team just get frustrated and secretly plan a date for them? (I’m thinking prentiss, Morgan, Penelope, hotch, etc. gang) Like ditching them the last minute so only they are left? Ofc they clear things up and it ends with them eating at a diner or smth? Maybe coffee shop?

Idk, sorry if it’s too vague!!

I just made it Derek because I figured he's be the guy who'd know someone like that loll. Sorry this is short! Edited by @mystic-writes

Gif by @captainchilly

"Hey! Derek! Who's this?" you ask, sitting down in your favourite vegan restaurant with your on and off workout buddy. You and Derek have known each other since highschool, and when you moved to DC for work, he got in touch, and you two have been working out whenever he's in town for the weekends, and going to lunch together during the week.

The man sitting next to Derek looks up and meets your gaze, before his face turns red, and he looks away.

Derek clamps a hand onto his shoulder and says, "This here is Doctor Spencer Reid. We work together in the BAU."

You raise an eyebrow. "I'm guessing you're not a medical doctor?"

You take out your phone and put it on the table as Dr. Reid replies, "Uh, no. I have three PhDs and five bachelor's." He's still not looking at you, and his face reddens even more.

"Oh wow. That's amazing! I could barely graduate highschool," you say with a self-deprecating laugh.

"What do you do?" Dr. Reid asks and you feel yourself blushing now as well.

"I'm a personal trainer. I moved when my favourite client moved," you say.

"Who's your favourite client?" Derek asks.

You sigh, but say, "I guess I can trust you guys…" You lean in and the two men lean in as well, as you whisper, "Lila Archer. The actress."

Derek leans back, and laughs, loudly. "No. Way. You're kidding, right? Oh, pretty boy, that's too good!"

You frown. "You know her?"

Dr. Reid nods. "We uh… protected her from a stalker a few years ago."

"Yeah, and pretty boy here got to kiss her! She had a real thing for him!" Morgan exclaims, and you raise an eyebrow.

Dr. Reid mutters, "But I didn't have a 'thing' for her…"

That makes both your eyebrows go up. "You're the guy she talks about sometimes. The guy who saved her," you say and Dr. Reid's face goes red again. "Said she gave up when you didn't contact her again."

"Wait," Derek says, looking at Dr. Reid with a frown. "You didn't call her back? Not even when we were in LA on cases? Why?"

"Because she's not my type," Dr. Reid says, and you look at him, curious.

"What is your type?" you ask.

He locks eyes with you, and with only a faint dusting of blush, he says, "Men."

You feel your cheeks flame and you cough, looking away, your heart pounding. Morgan starts talking about how he didn't know Dr. Reid was gay, but you don't hear most of it, your mind running a mile a minute, trying to wrap your head around how this cute, amazing, smart guy could possibly say that to you, and not expect you to ask him out.

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"Dr. Reid!" You exclaim, walking up in front of the restaurant, waving at the young man. He was alone.

He looks up, and smiles shyly when he sees you, waving back. "Hey…"

"Where's Derek?" You ask, putting your hands on your hips and looking around. The place looked fancy, and while you had a sports coat on, you weren't exactly dressed for this place.

Dr. Reid blushes deeply and says, "He-he had to cancel."

Your smile falters slightly and you say, "Oh. Is he okay?" Dr. Reid nods and you smile. "Okay good. Well, I guess it's just us two then…"

Dr. Reid nods again before saying, "This place is kinda… fancy… is-is this a date?"

You feel your cheeks burn as you ask, "Do you want it to be?"

Spencer nods slowly, and you grin. You hold out a hand and Spencer looks up at you with wide eyes, before taking the outstretched hand.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x male reader #spencer reid #criminal minds reader insert #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #my writing #my work

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i-luv-sweets · 2 years

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|Use Less Gun| Yandere Engineer x reader Part 2

The gentle tapping of your floor was quiet enough to not hear over the students in the classroom. You were struggling on a math problem that the teacher told you to solve. “We didn’t even learn this Y/N!” The dark brown haired girl in front of you whined. The girl’s hazel eyes looked like she was tearing up. She had a clean beige turtleneck on with light brown pants. “I know Tia, but we just have to solve it.” You explained while patting her gently in comfort. She puffed out her cheeks. “I’m going to tell my daddy about this!” She whined now crossing her arms. Tia was a friend you made at this college and your roommate...On weekends. Her dad was a lawyer so she was able to get in easily. “It’s fine Tia, maybe they are trying to make us learn in a way?” You tried reasoning to her and yourself. Tia scoffed and grabbed you by the shoulders and started to shake you. “Y/N! Wake up and smell the calculus! This math teacher is the WORST...She’s been trying to fail all of us!” The girl whisper yelled at you before taking her hands off you and smoothening your clothes. Tia was a big math nerd in the college despite her not acting like it. Luckily the teacher was out of the classroom at the time. Because if she heard what Tia said, she would’ve made her grade go down. Of course the students here complained to the principle about the horrible teacher, but they didn’t get fired. Reason because the math teacher was “Good” in front of others. God forbid the students who tried filming, she sent them to detention, scolded them, and made them delete the video. You sighed rubbing your temples ignoring Tia and her rants to try and do the problem. “She picks on you especially! It’s because you try to please her! You shouldn’t!” The brown haired girl said tapping her foot impatiently. You knew she was right. That was another problem you had, you wanted to please everyone. It’s hard to get rid of a habit, hopefully it’ll go away soon. “Yes I know Tia, I’ll work on stopping.” You said giving her a small smile. Though Tia is almost causing a scene in the classroom, you were glad she was your friend. “Enough of this rant on Ms.Can, we still going to hang out today?” She asked kicking her feet as she sat on her desk. You suddenly got reminded of Mr.Dell. “Sorry Tia, I got a tutor coming over today.” The girl tilted her head. “How long ya worked with him?” She asked curiously. Thinking back into your mind you tried to think of how long you’ve known Mr.Dell. “Hm, I’d say about 1 or 2 months?” You said questioningly. Tia never met Dell since he only came to your apartment on weekdays. “Is your grade going down that bad?” She asked with a worried look. “With Ms.Can as the teacher? Yeah.” After classes, Tia and you seperated to go home. She stayed at her Dad’s house on weekdays and decided to live with you on weekends. Walking up to your apartment complex you adjusted you back pack strap. “Ahem, sorry if ah’m a bit early.” Turning around you saw Dell get out of his car. It wasn’t any car brand you’ve ever seen.

You gave a friendly smile towards him. “It’s fine Mr.Dell. Why are you here early anyway?” You asked as you opened the door to the apartment building. He entered the building and tipped his yellow building helmet. “Mighty kind of ya, But ah just got off work early and decided to head on down here.” He said taking off his helmet. You gave a light laugh and pressed the elevator button. “That explains why you have a yellow helmet. Say, what’s your job?”

Dell gave a proud smirk and puffed out his chest. “Ah’ma Engineer! A proud one with 8 PHD’s!” He said pointing his thumb to his chest. “8PHD’s? You aren’t tricking me Mr.Dell, That would mean you were in college at a young age.” You said crossing your arms not believing the PHD part. He gave a chuckle and a dorky smile. “Thaht’s right, Ah did college courses at a very young age.” He said putting his hands in his pockets. You then perked up at a single thought that came to mind. ”Wait if you have a job, then why do you tutor me?” You asked not trying to sound rude. ”Well Ah also have college still so it would be nice ta get extra money. Ah want 11 PHD’s after all.” He said with a smirk on his face. You just responded with a sarcastic ‘Mhm’ and left it at that. You still saw Dell had a tremulous smile on his face. “Anyways Mr.Dell we gotta go over a new subject in math it seems.” You said with a slight aggravated look. Dell didn’t fail to notice it. He cleared his throat and looked at you with a curious look. “Why do ya call me Mr.Dell so much? Ya can just call me Dell, darlin.” You shrugged and kicked you had a natural look on your face. “I usually do it for respect. My parents taught me to do that.” You explained to which the texan nodded now understanding. You chuckled lightly. “I actually wanted to stop doing it when I lived on my own. But I guess old habits die hard huh?” You asked glancing at Engie. He chuckled as well and gave a nod. “Ah know that.” The elevator opened and you two walked to you apartment and entered it. After a few minutes of reviewing the new subject, Dell put the worksheet on the table. “Ah’m sorry for askin darlin, but is yer teacher givin ya a hard time?” He asked while scratching the back of his head. You rested your face in the palm of your hand. “Yeah she tends to do that with me and my classmates.” Dell turned to you in surprise. “Didn’t yall report her?” He asked as you nodded your head. “We tried many things. She’s just a sleezy rat. excuse me for being rude.” Dell chuckled at your last sentence but then went back to the subject at hand. “Well ah hope ah can help you out with grades then.” He said while thinking in his mind. Dell knows he shouldn’t get involved in your business. However he couldn’t help the festering feeling in his gut telling him to help more. You gave a broad smile to him. “Yeah, and thanks for that. I’m glad I got a nice tutor like you.” You said now pulling out a calculator to try and solve the math problem. For some reason that hurt Engie. But at the same time you did call him by formalities most of the time.

There was a sound of running coming from the hallway outside before your front door smashed open with Tia in the doorway. “Oh Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! I GOT BIG NEWS!” She said running up to you while Dell looked very surprised. Embarrassed at your friend just bursting in you covered your mouth with a hand. “Dear god Tia, I told you I had tutor today.” Tia nodded and waved at Dell before swiftly turning her attention to you. “Oh okie doki, were talking later...Just don’t mind me. I’ll go.” She said now going outside and closing the front door. You were face down in the table at this point very embarrassed. Dell noticed you and laughed at your red face. “Well aren’t you redder than a cherry tomato? Who is that girl?” He asked patting your back. “My best friend and roommate on weekends.” You said sitting up and rubbing your face to get rid of the redness. He smiled and looked at your roommate’s bedroom. “Well ain’t she a lively one. Anyways since she’s here Ah assume you want to cut this tutoring session short?” He asked now standing. You thought for awhile to yourself before thinking ‘fuck it’. “ I know your just my tutor but do you wanna stay for dinner? It would be nice to get to know you. As friends of course, don’t want you to get the wrong idea.” You said now rambling about just trying to be friendly. Dell chuckled at your cute personality. He wasn’t one for staying at a stranger’s place for dinner. But how could he turn you down when you were trying to be friends? “Ah’d be happy ta stay. Ah can also help ya cook if ya want.” He offered as he watched you stand. “That would be nice. Warning, I can burn water when I cook sometimes so beware.” You joked as you and him went to the kitchen. After awhile of cooking you both let the soup cook for awhile. “Hopefully it won’t suck. I’d hate to food poison you.” Dell laughed at your joke and gave you a charming smile. “Well ah’ll be to blame as well. Since ah helped ya too.” He said resting his back into the couch. “All you did was chop the vegetables, I doubt it.” You spoke laughing and gently placing a hand on his shoulder. Dell knew you for a short amount of time but you were a very nice person to be with. You somehow always made him smile more often and laugh. He hoped that he could stay longer after dinner. But he knew not to overstay his welcome. “Do you want anything to drink? You stayed here and I never offered you a drink.” You said heading back into the kitchen. The texan man thought for awhile. “Could ah trouble ya for a beer? If ya have of course.” You nodded and went to go into the kitchen. Soon returning with two bowls of soup in one arm and two bottles of beer in the other. “Well damn, how do ya balance those?” He asked rushing over to you and helping you carry the bowls of soup. You lightly laughed and put down the two beers on the table as he put down the bowls of soup. “I used to play around with my parent’s dishes and try to balance them on my arms like those waiters in movies. They got so mad when I dropped them.” Dell chuckled at the story and sat down. “You’re such a lively person Y/N. Now to see if you really will food poison me.”

You laughed harder than you thought you should. Upon hearing your laugh the engineer smiled softly. “Let’s hope your lucky and not though, ok?” He nodded and you both took a sip of the soup before both of you gagged. “Nope, nope, not lucky.” Dell said laughing along with you. “I should just order take out maybe?” You asked yourself. Dell took out his phone. “Ah’ll order for you. Ah know places that don’t have bad food.” He joked making you laugh again. “Ok fair enough, i’m paying though.” Dell nodded and shook your hand. “Ya got yerself a deal darlin.” Now you and Dell were on the couch drinking beer with each other and watching TV while you waited for the pizza. “I should really try cooking better before asking you to stay for dinner. How embarrassing.” Engie patted you back and smiled. “It was still a fun experience with you. In fact i’d do it again to teach you cooking.” He said poking fun at you. In response you gently nudged him in the side making him chuckle. “I can get better without you, I totally can.” You said with a proud look on your face. Dell only laughed at you. “Can you get better at math without me?” You gently hit his shoulder making him laugh more to the point he coughed. “Oh god, are you ok?” He nodded and cleared his throat. “Ah haven’t laughed so hard in awhile, sorry bout that Y/N.” The Pizza came over and you both had a pleasant dinner together after that. Some small talk happened and just a fun time. But all good thing come to an end, because it was getting late. “Looks like you should be getting home.” You said almost disappointed that the fun night had to end. Dell had the same sad expression as you as he gave a cheesy smile. “Yeah, ah oughta go back...Say are ya free tomorrow? Ah’d like to pay you back for paying for the food.” He said scratching the back of his head. You immediately smiled at his offer and nodded. “Yeah i’m free, text me the details tomorrow?” You asked as you opened the front door for him. He mirrored you smile and nodded. “I’ll do that. See you tomorrow Y/N.” You smiled as you closed the door. Dell is such a sweet guy. He’ll be a nice friend.

#yandere tf2 #yandere engineer #team fortress two #team fortress engineer #tf2 engineer #tf2 fanfiction #engineer x reader #yandere engineer x reader

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opens-up-4-nobody · 1 year

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#prospective phd advisor: if u wanna go to Antarctica we can def arrange that #me: um fuck yea i wanna go to Antarctica.#it wouldnt be to mcmerdo dry valley like i always imagined but um yes pls #assuming he gets the funding for a student and assuming i decide to go there #hes the oldest guy ive talked to and he was a little rambly and scatterbrain but he reminded me of my undergrad advisor #and i feel like he liked my passion and im prob s good fit for what he wants to do. so idk another good option #and it would be kinda great bc it wouldnt b that far from where my parents live but it would b in another country #i could hang for a while in the forrests of canada 🇨🇦#ugh so many options. our call was unceremoniously cut short tho by a bad zoom connector #but it was on my last questions so it could have been way worse #sigh... i started the day sobbing into my scrambled eggs bc i was getting bombarded by texts abt leaving for sampling later today #and now i feel a little better. just gotta stay normal until Monday #hhhh at least thats all the interviews done. unless i decide to follow up on one last email exchange #i should do that. he does engineering cyanobacteria stuff but god im already seriously looking at 5 other ppl. do i really wanna chase #down another person. ugh idk ill feel so bad if i make all my referees send stuff to 5 different institutions let along 6 #blah im so exhausted #and what better way to deal with that exhaustion than spending a whole weekend sampling all day with zero rest fml #it better not rain. i dont wanna go back again.#oh god if i could just lay face down on the floor for a lil while. that would heal me #unrelated

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hercleverboy · 3 years

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love story

spencer reid x reader

summary ↠ the story of how spencer and the reader met, and how they began to fall in love.

category ↠ fluff

warnings/includes ↠ none

word count ↠ 4.2k

“We are all better versions of ourselves when we are loved.” — Unknown

Spencer was insane, he was sure of it.

What else would you call him finding himself hopelessly falling for a woman he’d known for less than a month?

Pure insanity.

They first day they’d spoken he hadn’t been paying much attention. It was a beautifully sunny day, with blue skies for as far as the eye could see. It was Saturday, and the team had been graced with the entire weekend off, with Garcia even joking that serial killers seemed to have taken the backseat. And so, Spencer went where he often spent his spare time- the local park, where he could sit with his chess board for hours on end.

Initially, he didn’t notice when someone sat across from him, too engrossed in his game. It’s only when she cleared her throat slightly that he looked up.

The breath quite literally left his lungs, he felt like he was choking.

She was so beautiful.

Far too beautiful to be talking to you, he thought.

“Hi, I’m sorry to disrupt your game, and please tell me If I’m annoying you and I’ll go but- I was just wondering if you wanted someone to play with?” She asked shyly, a sheepish grin on her lips. She stood next to the table, clutching the strap of her bag in her hands.

He was staggered to say the least but managed to string together some form of a sentence. “You- you play?”

She let out a small chuckle. “I dabble. My father taught me as a kid, but I don’t play often, so forgive me if I’m a little rusty.” She joked, and he just nodded at her wearily.

He was confused, in all honesty. He moved to look over his shoulder, surveying the many other patrons of the park on this particular Saturday. Out of all the people she could’ve chosen to strike up conversation with, she chose him?

He was overthinking everything, like he normally did.

It doesn’t mean anything, Spencer. She’s just looking for some company, and god knows you need it. Just don’t scare her off.

He just nodded at her, words escaping him. She perked up at his approval, joyfully taking a seat opposite him and placing her bag by her feet.

Unsurprisingly, Spencer won easily, within minutes of them sitting down to play.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you were rusty.” Spencer remarked, a poor attempt at a joke. He then quickly realised how cocky and ignorant that must’ve sounded. “I’m- I’m sorry, that wasn’t how I wanted that to sound at all I-”

She’s gonna laugh at you, you know? IQ of 187 means nothing when there’s a pretty girl in front of you, right Reid?

Spencer braced himself to be humiliated, as he was used to being. A feeling of unsettledness filled him as he mentally berated himself for not knowing when to keep his damn mouth shut- wait, why wasn’t she laughing at him? He relaxed slightly, looking over at her cautiously.

She was watching him intently, a small frown on her face.

“You don’t have to apologise, I’m not offended. In fact, you’re absolutely right. I should really brush up on my skills before I try playing a professional such as yourself.” She smiled, and Spencer blushed as he ducked his head down, avoiding her eyes.

“I’m not a professional.” He mumbled, trying to hide the smile that pulled at his lips.

“You’re not? Then you must be a genius.”

Spencer figured she was probably joking, but having never been very good with social cues, he simply nodded his head at her. When he saw her curious expression, he scrambled to explain himself. “I am, technically. I have an IQ of 187, I can read 20,000 words a minute and I have an eidetic memory.”

Great, now it sounds like you’re boasting. Why are you being such a showoff, she’s not gonna like that!

Spencer cringed, sighing inwardly, preparing for her to make fun of him. Any possible chance he could’ve had with her was gone, surely she’d think he was weird now.

“Wow, you are? That’s- that’s awesome.” She smiled, and Spencer’s head shot up in slight shock. She smiled at his reaction.

“It’s- I’m- awesome?” He stuttered, and Y/N refrained from showing how his lack of self-confidence made her heart ache a little for him.

“You sure are. I can only imagine all the cool things you know.”

He blushed again, smiling slightly at the compliment.

She grinned at him, happy she’d managed to make him smile. “I’m Y/N.” She reached her hand out across the table for him to shake. He just stared at her hand, and she quickly understood, moving her hand back. “Oh, bit of a germaphobe huh? It’s okay, I get it. I once read that with the number of pathogens passed on with a handshake, it’s actually much safer to kiss.”

Huh. As if she wasn’t perfect enough already.

“You knew that?” He breathed.

“Hm. I might not be a genius, but I know a few things.”

He chuckled a little awkwardly. “I’m- I’m Dr Spencer Reid- I’m Spencer, you don’t have to call me Doctor.” He could feel himself getting flustered under her gaze.

“You’re a Doctor? Like, of medicine?” She asked inquisitively, tilting her head to the side slightly.

He shook his head, moving his hands from where they rested on the table to wipe them on his trousers, only then noticing how sweaty they’d gotten. “No, I have three PHD’s, actually. But none in medicine.”

“Three?”

“I uh- yeah.” He swallowed, nervous as a silence overcame them. Spencer took note of how comfortable he felt, despite his visible nervousness.

“You- you’re really something special, Dr Spencer Reid.” She smiled, and he could tell it wasn’t meant to sound sarcastic or mean, but instead a warming compliment.

“Uh- thanks.” He uttered, unsure of what to say next.

You’re beautiful.

That’s what he wanted to say but he couldn’t force his mouth to form the words, no matter how hard he tried.

She flicked her watch up, checking the time before grabbing her little lavender coloured bag. “Sorry but I have to get going. I’ll uh- I’ll see you around?” She smiled, getting up from the seat. Spencer’s eyes followed her as she stood, willing himself to speak his mind.

Please don’t go, not yet.

Stay.

But the only words that left his lips were. “Y-yeah. I’ll see you.”

And then she was gone.

Spencer couldn’t help the smile that graced his lips as he watched her walk away.

He didn’t see her for two weeks after that. He’d been called away twice for a case, but every spare minute he had when he wasn’t working he spent sat at the table in the park, waiting to see if she would turn up that day. He felt silly, all the days he’d sat there waiting to see if she’d show. He rarely ever actually played any chess, just attempted to make himself look busy in case she just happened to swing by.

He was starting to lose hope that he’d ever see her again when he felt a familiar presence sit opposite him, the sight of her lavender bag being dropped by her feet.

“Are you up for a rematch?”

He looked up, trying to act as though he hadn’t dreamt of seeing her again for the last two weeks.

“Y/N.” Her name left his lips as a statement, relief that she was finally in front of him again. His lips pulled up in a small smile as he took in how she looked, ethereal as ever.

“Dr Reid. How have you been?”

“I’m good, how- how about you?”

“I’m great, thank you.” She beamed, a smile that radiated a warmth that spencer could only compare to the sun. “I was wondering when I’d get to see you again.”

“S-same here.” He grinned bashfully.

“I came here the other day hoping to see you, but you were nowhere to be found.” She commented, and Spencer cringed.

“I- yeah. I was away for work for a few days.”

“Ah. What do you do for work, if you don’t mind me asking?” She moved to lean her elbows on the table.

Of course he didn’t mind her asking. He wasn’t sure there was anything he wouldn’t do for her.

Stop. Stop that. You don’t know this girl, Spencer. Don’t fall in love with her, she won’t ever look at you like that.

“No, it’s okay. I uh, work for the Behavioural Analysis Unit of the FBI.” He winced at how much it sounded like he was flaunting.

“The FBI, no way.” She smiled, and he simply nodded his head. “That’s another thing to add to the already impressive list of reasons why you’re a pretty awesome guy, Spencer.”

His cheeks flushed again, looking away. Not wanting to make him uncomfortable, she smiled sincerely and then looked down at the board between them. “So uh, obviously I’m not very good at chess, and you’re brilliant at it. Would I be overstepping If I asked you to teach me?” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth nervously.

Smiling lightly with a little chuckle. “I- uh- no, not overstepping at all. I’d love to teach you.”

“Great!” She looked down at her watch. “I’ve actually got to run, but I’m free tomorrow if you’re about? How’s 11am for you?”

He found himself nodding, even though his mind was nagging at him.

“Cool. I’ll see you tomorrow, Spencer.” She smiled before standing up, grabbing her bag and waving kindly before turning to leave.

and then again, she was out of sight.

He felt dazed as he stared after her longingly.

When 11am rolled around the following day, Spencer made his way to the park with a little skip in his step. He had to keep reminding himself that this was most definitely not a date. He was simply going to help teach her how to play chess, right? Nothing else.

Don’t get your hopes up. Last time you did you ended up hurt. You remember that? Don’t kid yourself, Reid.

He pushed the self-depreciating thought deep down, locking it away in his mind. Instead, he focused on the warm feeling he got as he approached their table, seeing her already sat waiting for him.

He had never been more grateful to not be interrupted by his work.

She beamed up at him as he took his seat across from her. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“I don’t have anywhere to be today, so I’m all yours Doctor.” She joked, and he chuckled a little, ignoring the small twinge of pain in his chest as he thought about how desperately he wanted that to be true.

If only you were mine.

They spent the majority of the day together, Spencer trying numerous tactics to get her to have a better understanding of how the game worked. They even took a lunch break to grab coffee and pretzels from the little stand in the park. Eventually she was playing at a fairly decent level, although still no match for Spencer.

Y/N watched intently as he moved one of his pieces. She knew exactly what he was doing, but still moved her final piece.

Spencer grinned over at her. “Hey! You won.” He met her eyes, his smile faltering a little. “What?”

“You totally just let me win.” She deadpanned, and Spencer gasped dramatically.

“I did not! You’re just that good, I guess.” He shrugged and she squinted her eyes at him playfully, unable to stop the wide smile from forming on her lips.

Of course, he had obviously let her win. He should’ve known she would be smart enough to see that he’d evidently threw the round so she would win. Spencer reckoned that he’d happily lose every round if it meant he could see her smile like that.

Spencer didn’t even realise how late it had gotten until the sun began to set, casting a beautiful golden glow across the park- and her.

Y/N tapped the home screen of her phone, and Spencer watched as the screen lit up, displaying the time. “Wow, it got late quickly.” She quipped. “I should- I should really get going.” She stood from her seat, grabbing her bag and hanging it over her shoulder.

Spencer clumsily stood as well, somehow nearly tripping in the process. “Y-yeah yeah, of course.”

“Thank you for today, Spencer. I had fun.”

“That’s good- that’s good. I’m glad. I had fun too.” He replied, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck nervously.

She simply smiled with a nod before beginning to walk away, waving as she left.

Spencer’s brain was screaming at him.

Spencer Reid if you dare let this woman walk away from you for a third time without asking her out I swear to god-

“Hey, Y/N!” He’d already called after her before even thinking about what he was going to say.

She turned around, frowning a little as he caught up to her. “Everything okay?” She asked.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s just um- I was wondering if you’d want to go out sometime? I’d love to- to take you out for dinner or something?”

Okay, Reid. Be smooth, stand up straight, stop stuttering. Deep breaths, man. Come on.

She seemed stunned that he’d asked, and he started to backtrack, apologising profusely for even thinking for a second that she might like him. “I’m sorry, forget I said anything. Have a good night, Y/N.” He turned to walk away, trying to eliminate the burning feeling in his chest when she called his name. When he looked back at her, she was smiling at him.

“Of course, Spencer. I’d love to go out with you sometime.”

Relief filled him as he nodded happily, giving her a tight-lipped smile. “Uh well- how about the little Italian restaurant that’s just down the road from here? Does- does Friday around 7pm sound good for you?”

She nodded, grinning contentedly. She then leaned toward him slightly, and Spencer froze.

Holy shit, she’s totally going to kiss you.

She quickly pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek before pulling back with a joyful smile. “I’ll see you on Friday, Spencer.”

Then she walked away again. But this time, Spencer had hope. He put his hand to his cheek, touching the place where her lips had lingered mere seconds before. A smile spread out over his lips. He felt an unfamiliar warmth is his chest.

He felt happy.

For a split-second, anyway.

Then his mind caught up with him, and the realisation hit.

What if you get a case? What’re you gonna do? You didn’t get her number, so you can’t tell her why you won’t be there. She’s gonna think you’ve stood her up!

Spencer sighed, his head dropping into his hands.

For a genius, you sure are pretty stupid sometimes.

And because it’s just his luck, his phone chimed with a text from Garcia.

‘Crime fighters! We got ourselves a case!’

Of course.

He sat in the local police station, trying to focus on the case files in front of him. But he simply couldn’t focus. His mind kept drifting to her. How she was definitely sat at the dinner table of the tiny Italian restaurant he’d made reservations for, waiting for him. It made his heart ache. He wished he had a way to tell her why he was absent. She deserved better than to be stood up by him.

Morgan was sat next to him at the table, watching his friend intently. When he noticed how long it was taking Reid to read the pages of the case file, which would normally take him a matter of minutes, he knew something was up. So he chucked the case file he was reading down on the table, the loud bang getting Spencer’s attention.

“Okay, Pretty boy. Spit it out.” Derek demanded, in his ‘no nonsense’ tone.

Spencer’s brows creased in confusion. “Spit what out?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, kid. You’ve been staring at that same page for like fifteen minutes. I know for a fact that your smartass would’ve finished ages ago. Come on, tell me. What’s on your mind?”

Spencer still tried to play it off, shrugging his shoulders. He really didn’t want any of his friends finding out about Y/N. Not until he was sure if there was something going on between them.

Morgan put on his ‘serious face’, giving Spencer an unamused glare. “You know you can tell me anything, right? Anything you say, I’ll keep between us.” He attempted to persuade him.

Spencer’s shoulders dropped in defeat. It would be nice to get his worries off his chest, and if he showed Morgan how truly bothered by it he was, he wouldn’t ridicule him for it. Hopefully.

“Okay. This doesn’t leave this room though.” Spencer said, deadly serious.

Morgan smirked a little triumphantly, before crossing over his heart with his finger. “Cross my heart.”

Spencer took a deep breath before starting. “I met this girl.”

Morgan couldn’t contain his reaction, a smile lighting up his face as he leaned over the table to clap Spencer on the back as he grinned. “My man!”

Spencer rolled his eyes. “It’s not like that. At least not yet. I’ve only met her three times. She sat across from me at one of the chess tables in the park. She’s just- she’s beautiful.” Spencer’s last few words were whispered, and he smiled at the thought of her.

“So? Why don’t you go for it?” Morgan asked, as if it was the simplest solution in the world.

“Well- because. I mean- why would she- she wouldn’t like me.” He visibly deflated as he spoke. Morgan was quick to shake his head, leaning forward on his elbows.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Reid. She’d be lucky to have you. Did you at least get her number?”

Spencer shook his head. “No, ‘cause I’m in idiot. I asked her to meet me for dinner today, but then we got called away on this case and now I have no way of telling her that I haven’t stood her up.“ Spencer’s breathing was picking up a little, and Morgan could tell how awful he felt about it all.

Morgan nodded along in understanding. “Hey, hey. Calm down, Reid. It’s okay. When we get back, you’ll just have to find her in the park again and explain everything to her.”

Spencer nodded but still sighed. “And if she doesn’t want anything to do with me?”

“Then it’ll be her loss.” Morgan promised, and Spencer just nodded, biting down on his lip.

That didn’t help at all. She still going to think you’re an ass.

Luckily for Spencer, the case didn’t take much longer to crack. Two days later they were touching down on the tarmac at Quantico. Spencer had been nervously bouncing his knee for the entirety of the flight and drinking copious amounts of coffee (his form of liquid courage.)

With some last words of encouragement, Morgan watched as Spencer practically ran down the steps of the jet, grabbing his go bag and heading off. “Go get her, pretty boy!” He called after him, promising to tell his confused team what that meant later.

Spencer drove quickly to get to the park, where he could only hope she’d be. As he tried his best to focus on the road, he couldn’t help the way he found himself begging all and anyone who was listening to let him fix this.

Please, if you ever do anything for me Universe, please let it be this. I’m a good guy, all I’ve ever done is help people, so i think you owe me this one. Just please, please let her be there.

As soon as he stepped through the entryway to the park, he was immediately scanning the few who were there, hoping to find the one person her cared to look for. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to stop stressing out and think for just one moment. He headed towards where they always sat, the place he would now proudly label their seats.

He didn’t think he’d ever felt happier than when he saw her sat in their spots, her back facing him. He knew it was her by the colour of her hair, and that lavender bag that sat by her feet.

He took a moment to breathe and calm himself down before approaching her.

Alright, Reid. This can go one of two ways- Either she hates you, throws everything back in your face, and you never see her again. Or she’s kind enough to give your stupid ass a second chance which you cannot afford mess up. Just, keep it together.

As he got closer, he noticed how she was playing a game of chess by herself, a skill he’d taught her. He’d mentioned before how being two players really gives you an understanding of the board. He smiled slightly at the sight, knowing she’d taken his words in and actually valued his advice. He sheepishly sat down opposite her and saw how her shoulders visibly tensed as she recognised his presence.

“I see checkmate in five.” She murmured, not meeting his eyes yet.

He frowned, that wasn’t what he expected her to say. He observed the board, the cogs turning in his head as he took note of where each piece sat on the board. “I see it in three.” He mumbled, feeling slightly relieved when her eyes flicked up to meet his. “Hi.”

“Hi.” She whispered back.

fixitfixitfixityouhavetofixit-

“Y/N I’m so so sorry.” Those were the first words to leave his lips, as he tried to poor as much sincerity into the apology as he could. He was never very good at apologies, and he’d also never felt this way for someone before. In all honesty, it frightened him. He didn’t want to seem vulnerable. Was he supposed to just hand her his heart and trust she wouldn’t break it?

She smiled sadly at him. “If you changed your mind Spencer you could’ve found me and told me. You know? Instead of just standing me up.” She gave a weak chuckle at that.

He cringed when she said that. “I didn’t stand you up- well technically I did- but not on purpose! I got called into work for a case and I had to fly to a different state, and I forgot to ask for your number and I had no way to contact you and tell you that I wasn’t standing you up.” He rambled, and Y/N’s eyes widened in realisation. She knew he was telling the truth. He worked for the FBI, it was bound to be a demanding job.

“Oh.” She murmured, not sure what to say.

He breathed out a heavy sigh, hoping he could still attempt to convince her of how sorry he was. “Yeah. I’m sorry, Y/N. I really am. I didn’t want to upset you. Believe me, I was so excited to take you out. Well I was more nervous than anything-“

“Nervous? Why?” She asked inquisitively.

Spencer frowned. It seemed a silly question, wasn’t it obvious? “Why? Why- because you’re absolutely beautiful, that’s why. And for some, unheard of, unimaginable reason you wanted to go on a date with me.”

“Why’s that so hard to believe?”

“Because- because I’m weird. I talk too much and ramble about things no one cares about, I wear mismatched socks and have a phone that’s ancient ‘cause I repel technology-“ He would’ve continued had Y/N not interrupted him.

“I think you’re phenomenal.” She breathed out, smiling a little. “And you’re very handsome, too.”

“I- thank you.” He looked down at his hands, watching how his thumbs nervously intertwined. “I know you probably can’t forgive me, but I just needed you to know I was sorry. You deserved an explanation.” He mumbled, his shoulders dropping sadly.

“Spencer. I forgive you. It’s okay, really. You work for the FBI, for god’s sake. I think saving lives was more important than dinner. And besides, we can just reschedule for whenever you’re free.” She promised, shrugging like it didn’t matter- because it didn’t, not in the grand scheme of things.

Spencer was shocked that she wasn’t kicking him to the curb, leaving him like most people in his life seemed to. “You- you don’t- you still want to go out? With me?”

“Yeah, of course I do. I like you, Spencer.” She blushed.

“I- I like you, too. A lot.” He chuckled, and she laughed with him, as he unsuccessfully tried to downplay how attracted to her he was.

A silence fell on them, both just smiling nervously, trying to figure out where to go next.

“Would you want to-”

“I just wanted to say-”

They both stopped midsentence, laughing at one another.

“You go first.” Y/N giggled.

“I was just wondering- if you would- would you like to go for a walk maybe? If you don’t have somewhere else to be, that is.”

She shook her head, biting her lip softly. “A walk sounds lovely.”

As they began to walk side by side, Spencer, in a move that shocked even him, reached out to gently take her hand in his, intertwining their fingers together.

It wasn’t love, yet.

But it was something.

Something that would only blossom into more than either of them could have ever imagined.

Tag list (which I completely forgot to put on here when I first posted this fic lmao) : @beyonces-breastmilk @pinkdiamond1016 @itsmyblogandillreblogifiwantto @thelovelyrose

#spencer reid #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid x reader #matthew gray gubler x reader #matthew gray gubler #mgg x reader #mgg #criminal minds

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spacedikut · 3 years

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hi different anon here! but what if spencer had to take a mandatory arts class of some kind for his degree (i don’t know how caltech or phd courses work but we’re going to ignore that) and he’s getting super frustrated because he’s so good at all of his other academic classes but he just! can’t! figure! out! the arts!!! but then reader is in the same class as him and notices that he’s struggling so they offer to help him out?

it’s kind of a role reversal of the usual spencer-tutors-reader in college (because he’s a genius so it’s an obvious [and very good!] dynamic)

and bonus points if it’s a pottery class and they have a “ghost” moment 🙈🙈 (reader is obv patrick swayze 🤤) but make it any medium you want! or even a music class!! up to you my dear <3

ok for some reason i immedaitely thought of finger painting but. have decided against that

idk how art classes work either but if it’s anything like art was in school then you’re kind of left to you own devices? so let’s go with that. it’s fiction babey!

this was meant to be headcanons/random concepts but turned in a messy blurb so it’s under read more

he loves art and isn’t so bummed out that he has to take the class because - again - he likes it But the issue is he likes Looking at it, Not creating it. he’s got jiggly hands that squirm and twitch without his consent constantly and that doesn’t bode well for drawing fine details and intricate patterns, so he’s hoping because it’s an introductory course it’ll be. maybe more theory than anything else? or at least just basic tools and mediums so he can struggle through with a grimace from the professor

he ends up with /oil/ paints though and he’s looking from the bowl of fruit to his easel to thr OIL PAINTS and derek is there, in spirit, going hahahaha good luck pretty boy! and spencer Could ask to change the type of paint he’s using but he’s awkward and so. grits his teeth and goes. alrighty this is it this is life im using oil paints, something notoriously difficult for a beginner, which is what i am, a beginner, and i am now putting these expensive paints to this expensive easel with my inexperienced hands-

and you’ve been watching him since he stepped in, because he’s pretty, and now you’re grimacing cause Oh Boy he does not know what he’s doing and he’s. he’s breaking the paintbrushes. you can hear the bristles cracking from across the room.

spencer would’ve noticed you if he wasn’t so Humiliated (he, too, easily notices pretty people) so when you creep up behind him and say, “oil paints are difficult, aren’t they?” in this understanding voice that he follows with his head, his first thought is- oh, so to top it all off a piece of art has come to life? this is where we are now?

he does that thing where he forces out a little breath along with a small smile and goes, “ah, yeah. i didn’t want to ask for something else, so,” and weakly lifts the palette in his hand as if to say, it is what it is.

“i could help, if you’d like?”

and he agrees cause he’s eager to learn! and you, a masterful artistic genius, blow him away with not only your knowledge (you’re into the theory kind of stuff too and at one point he jolts himself, realises he was staring at you with his mouth open, and deeeeep down wishes someone would think of him the way he thinks of you when you ramble) but your actual skills too! and you’re a great teacher! patient, understanding, and did he say patient? because he has painted a damn sky at least 15 times and every time he Somehow makes clouds look phallic and you just go hehe :) and he’s like I love u (internally)

several weeks in, when you and spencer have become arty friends, the subject turns to drawing people rather than objects - you tell him getting people /right/ is something you struggle with yet you love doodling your friends and family in your sketchbook. the first body spencer draws (that isn’t a stick man) is done in crayons, which he’s found is the medium that works best for him (only when the crayon is properly wrapped. because the waxy feel of them Freaks him out)

you help him learn about drawing anatomy while he tells you /about/ anatomy, he attempts to sketch a hand and it’s so odd looking he laughs so hard he CRIES and you finally convince him to try charcoal, your personal favourite

it’s messy and gets everywhere (spencer opens his mouth to complain about his expensive grey cardigan but then- the little mark is a physical representation of this memory between you and him, huddled close together as you both draw aimlessly in your sketchbook, and the mark feels more like a blessing) but spencer ends up agreeing that charcoal sketches look the best.

then he sees something he shouldn’t have.

you’re talking about how you sketch your family all the time - there’s several of your roommates and your pets and a sheep u saw this one time - then there’s...someone oddly familiar? that he catches a glimpse of? and before he can think he goes “wait-“ opens that page and it’s him. him, standing too close to an easel with his tongue slightly poking out in concentration and it’s a charcoal sketch of him from last week.

you’re embarrassed. “that’s weird, im sorry-“

“you make me look good” he tells you, smiling sweetly, and you’re convinced it’s just to comfort you but you’re too glad he isn’t filing a restraining order you let it slide

i mean. have you seen his face? how can anyone look at that and not want to start chiselling marble?

then he gets secretive, weird, a little odd and definitely is avoiding you. he paints and draws with his back to you, still talks to you but over his shoulder and can never really look you in the eyes. you think this is it and that the sweetheart you’ve come to see as more than a friend is Done with you, because you’re a CREEP, and then after a weekend of silence on his end this happens:

while you’re getting your stuff ready, he walks up silently and slides a small sketchbook in front of you. you stare at it, wondering what it’s for, and he nods at it and tells you to open it. when you go to, he stops you-

“a-actually, let me give you a page to start on-“

when he manhandles the book his hands brush yours, his already bright red cheeks get redder, and you bite your tongue so you don’t sigh dreamily.

he’s drawn you.

it’s not perfect and kind of not pretty - a lot of harsh edges and weird shading - but you can tell its you. it’s you, drawn by him, probably from memory, and he’s drawn little hearts around your head because he’s the cutest? evidently?

“it’s really bad, but i thought-“ you look directly at him, making him freeze. he’s got a little charcoal just under his eye. unabashedly, you reach up and wipe it away, hand remaining at the side of his face when you’re done. “i thought you deserve to feel how i felt when you drew me.”

“and how did you feel?”

he gulps. “loved.”

all you can do in the Classroom you’re in is beam sickeningly sweet at one another, lost in your own world while there’s a wordless exchange. the rest of the sketchbook is full of half attempts at sketching you - in different positions, with different expressions, some with a full head while others are half a face. some of them are hilarious, but they’re all made with the purest intentions. “i love it.”

and when you share a look then, you don’t need to verbally say what comes next just yet.

(and. yes. the second you see a pottery class is available you drag him and Make him sit between your legs and he’s never blushed so much in his life the teacher asks if he needs air. at one point you think it’d be funny to peck his neck and the shiver it sends through him is so shocking your mould on the wheel is squished between his hands)

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #ask #long post #this was supposed to be short #and turned into this shit thing #that's why it feels rushed (more rushed than usual)

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spookbusters · 3 years

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Space Age Love Song

Summary: Falling in love with your best friend is never really easy, but it can be so worth it.

Pairing: Ray Stantz x astronomist!Reader // Warnings: bit of manipulative ex // Words: 2.2k

A/N: The process of writing these over the last few months was so intense, but it was so worth it. It was truly a work of the heart, and I hope you all love it as much as I do.

You met in 1982, almost two full years before Ghostbusters were even a thing, in a hallway on campus at Columbia University. It was almost two in the morning.

You’d seen each other before in passing in the Chem and Physics building, on long nights, but you’d never spoken before.

All you really knew about him was that he had the sweetest smile you’d ever seen.

It was both of your first years out of your PhDs.

You had gotten a job at the school right out of the gate teaching incoming freshman.

From what you knew, he was working in an on-campus parapsychology research lab with two other graduates.

One of whom he had a second, parachemistry lab with.

You were working on some diagrams for the freshman students you’d be teaching that semester.

They were spread all over the wall in front of your office, since you’d run out of space in your tiny broom closet.

You had your Walkman in your pocket, your favorite tape on blast, and flecks of paint on your glasses.

Your budget from the university couldn’t cover largely scaled, full-color pictures of the recent Voyager 2 Saturn discoveries, so you had taken it upon yourself to scale them yourself and paint them for your students to see.

Ray was on his way out of the lab that night, after having worked on developing some negatives and going over some tapes while Venkman (who was supposed to be helping) snoozed in his office chair.

He noticed from across the hallway how frenzied you were working and was genuinely surprised by how much energy you seemed to have.

When he got a little closer, you finally noticed him out of the corner of your eye.

You offered him a smile he’d seen several times before, a little bashful, but ultimately warm and very kind.

You tried to shimmy out of the way so he could get by you and your yellow, orange, and brown paints without much incident.

Now that he was closer, he could see your paintings. He noticed the mess on your hands, the brush tucked into your ear.

And he was in awe.

When he didn’t pass you by as you expected him to, you looked at him.

He was talking!! You hadn’t been paying attention!!

You pulled your headphones off your ears, and his voice suddenly flooded in to replace the music.

“-taken you to do this?”

He must’ve noticed the way your music was suddenly audible, because he suddenly redirected his attention from the painting to you, gave a light chuckle and gestured to your Walkman.

“Sorry! Couldn’t see the headphones, they kind of blended in with your hair.”

You returned his laugh.

You explained your situation to him, and the reasons behind your painting.

He thinks it’s incredible. Not just your artistic skill, but also your dedication to your students.

That is the moment the two of you are formally introduced.

You stand there and chat for a few minutes, and eventually part ways.

But that’s not the last time you talk. Not by a long shot.

You see him a few more times to and from your class, and instead of just offering a smile, you always shoot him a “Hi, Ray!”

He likes seeing you, truth be told. You always have an infectiously positive energy about you.

After a while, he finds he likes it so much, he stops to say hey to you even when he’s just passing by your open office door.

You’re mostly acquaintances, but there are often times you find yourself wanting to get to know him more.

Like when you see him just absolutely gunning it down the hallway past your open office door with a colander on his head. Or the time you could hear a muffled ‘boom’ from the lab down the hall, followed by a similarly muffled cry of “Success!”

The day you’d finally begin your friendship would come a couple weeks later.

When he passed by your office, you were bent over your desk grading quizzes, looking stressed out of your mind. Your students just weren’t getting the material and you were wondering

The sight stirred concern in him.

“Hey,” he’d said, and you’d look up at him with tired eyes. He looked just as exhausted. “I’m headed out to get a coffee. Do you want to come?”

You accepted.

It was all uphill from there.

He told you some of the best jokes you’d ever heard, and you inspired a lot of dedication in him.

You became close with him, and you’d spend a lot of time in each other’s labs.

It wasn’t until you met the girl he’d started dating after you got to know him that you finally admitted to yourself that you had feelings for him.

It was so hard. Not just admitting it to yourself that you had fallen for him like a boulder in the ocean, but seeing him as happy as he was.

Her name was Suzanne, and they’d end up being together for almost 7 months.

Around Ray you’d think she was the sweetest thing.

But when he’d leave you with her to go grab something from somewhere, she was bitter and catty.

She couldn’t stand how much time the two of you spent together.

You’d often sigh when you thought about them together. How wrong it was.

She didn’t deserve him, and he was such a sweetheart willing to give people the benefit of the doubt that he didn’t notice how thick her façade was.

Part of you didn’t want to tell him about any of your interactions with her. You didn’t want to be responsible for ruining things for him.

But, your better judgement knew that that wasn’t right.

So, you talked to him about how she’d been acting with you during their time together.

He trusted you, and decided to talk to Suzanne about it.

The next day, he came back to your office, and you instantly knew the conversation hadn’t gone well.

His face was sullen in a way you’d never seen before, and it worried you.

You sat together for some coffee to talk it over.

Apparently, she became extremely defensive when he tried to talk to her about it.

As time went on while they were talking, he became increasingly aware of how controlling and toxic she was.

He also realized he really wasn’t as happy as he had thought he was.

They broke it off.

He actually thanked you for taking the time to talk to him the way you did.

It was a bitter-sweet moment, but it reinforced your friendship.

It took a while for Ray to heal, but when he did, he was happier than he ever was.

You were happy that he was happy. Truly happy.

You’d also given yourself time to come to terms with the fact that you were in love with him.

You were hesitant to tell him, afraid of ruining your friendship which was so dear to you.

But, deep down, you knew you’d have to tell him eventually.

One day he came to you talking about something he’d be working on that weekend.

One of Ray’s friends, Egon, told Ray about a meteor shower that could potentially generate crazy amounts of energy.

“You’re the resident star-gazer,” he said with a kind, eye-twinkling smile, “Would you want to come see it with me? I wanted to get some readings when it’s going on.”

And, God, if you weren’t completely crazy about him before, you certainly were now.

You agreed instantly.

That weekend, you two packed up the back of the 70s Chevy truck Ray inherited from his dad, and headed out to Allegany State Park for the night.

The roadtrip alone would be ingrained in your mind for the rest of your life.

You guys sang along to the radio the whole time, cracking jokes in the afternoon sun, and talking about anything and everything you could think of.

When you got to the park, that sweet, light-hearted energy lived on.

You were pretty much in the middle of nowhere, parked next to a ridge that overlooked the rest of the park.

You spent the first few hours hanging out, having some drinks out of the cooler you’d brought, and setting things up for the night ahead.

You’d brought your best telescope, Ray’s equipment for his readings, a radio, and some blankets for when the spring night began to chill.

You were having such a good time that you barely noticed the way the sun was almost completely below the horizon.

You were really only made aware when your watch alarm started beeping.

“Oh, hey,” you muttered, “It should be starting soon!”

As the sun set further and the sky turned dark, the two of you sat curled up waiting for the first meteors to streak across the night.

At the first sign of a meteor, Ray’s electrical equipment starts beeping off the charts, and you could swear you'd never seen him so excited.

He’s all but jumping between his electronics, noting to himself the various measurements of a form of energy that you didn’t completely understand.

It only takes him about an hour to get what he needs.

“Do you want to go home,” you ask, and you hoped with all your heart that he’d say no.

And he did. “Actually, I was thinking we could stay here a little longer. Enjoy the view for a little bit, if you want to.”

“Yeah, I’d love to,” you’d reply, and when he grinned at you, your heart warmed.

You both retired yourself to the bed of the truck, curled up in the blankets and just watching the streaks cross the sky.

You’d turned on the radio, and were passing a thermos of hot chocolate between the two of you.

You’d seen at least a few dozen celestial events in your life so far, but you’d never experienced one that had made you feel the way you did in that moment.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever really asked why you got into all this,” he’d say, gesturing to the meteor shower.

“Hmm,” you mused, “No, I don’t think you have, actually.” He raised his eyebrows expectantly, silently urging you to go on.

And, of course, you do.

“When I was little, on a trip to Arizona, my family went out to the middle of nowhere, and I do mean nowhere,” you explained, “And when we got away from all the light pollution, it was still so bright outside from all the stars you could see.”

When you turned to look at him, he was staring right at you. You felt your face flush.

“I just remember wanting to learn everything I could about outer space,” you finished, “I’d never seen something so beautiful.”

When he looked back up at the stars, you leaned over and put your head on his shoulder, and you smiled.

You didn’t want this moment to ever end.

The two of you spend some time quiet, just listening to the songs softly play over the radio.

A Flock of Seagulls comes on and you smile.

You absentmindedly hum along.

He slowly reaches an arm around your shoulders.

He’s hoping you don’t really notice.

You totally notice.

Doesn’t take long for you to start singing under your breath.

"Saw your eyes, and they touched my mind. Though it took a while, I was falling in love.”

But it’s the soft muttered question of your name that really captures your attention.

You lift your head from his shoulder to look at him and you can swear that you’d never seen that look in his eyes before.

“Is everything ok,” you ask, concern tinting your tone.

You brushed your fingers across his cheekbone, and he all but leaned into your palm. The eyes that look back at you are stormy. Conflicted.

“You know I could never ask of you what I want to ask you,” he sighed. “You’re one of my best friends and I never want to lose having you in my life.”

The words nearly made you cry.

“You don’t have to ask,” you sniffled.

When you kissed him, it felt like coming home. It was warm and grounding.

Now you were crying. When you took a breath again you were crying and laughing.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” you confessed, your heart about ready to leap out of your chest. It nearly does when you hear him whisper, “Me too.”

The two of you spend the remainder of the night talking about whatever you can think of and giving small chuckles against one another’s lips.

You feel like you’re on cloud nine.

You decide to head home about an hour later, packing up the truck and watching light streak across the windshield as you drive out of the park.

“This view was really something,” you say, smiling with your head leaning against the window.

And, as he looked at you in his passenger seat, holding one of his hands while he drove, he felt his heart swell with all the love he had for you.

“I had two beautiful views tonight.”

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And Stuff

AN: When you decided on a life of academia, you’d never expected to meet someone like Spencer Reid

Characters: Spencer Reid Pairings: Spencer Reid x reader Spoilers: None Warnings: Mentions of crime and violence, alcohol

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You hated this stupid paper, you really really did. You stared blankly at your screen, reading and rereading the same two paragraphs in the vain hope that something would stick, but it was all gibberish.

“Hey, there’s my favorite PhD student,” a familiar voice called, collapsing into the seat beside you, “coffee?”

“Please,” you sighed gratefully, wrapping your hands around the disposable cup and taking a deep sip. It was perfect, just warm enough to shock some life back into you, “I owe you one, Prof. Reid.”

Spencer wrinkled his nose distastefully, and you laughed.

“I told you I hate that,” he said.

“And we both know that’s a lie,” you teased back, “you love being called Professor.”

“By my students,” he admitted, “not by you. How’s the thesis outline coming along?”

You sighed, “it’s not.”

“Can I take a look?” Spencer asked, reaching out towards you.

“Noooooo way,” you said, closing your laptop quickly, “not until it’s done.”

“But, Y/N-“

“No, Spence! It’s terrible.”

Spencer stuck his tongue out at you but didn’t press the issue as he pulled a stack of unmarked essays out of his satchel. You and Spencer had met a few years ago, when you’d both started a BA in philosophy. It was your third undergraduate degree, but like Spencer’s hundredth, and you’d bonded over your love of academia almost instantly. By now, meeting in one of the common areas to study and work together was almost a ritual, twice a week at least, every week of the semester. You loved it, you relied on it really. Without Spencer you were sure you’d have lost your mind years ago.

Spencer couldn’t always stay long, after all he was still a hot shot FBI agent, but even just the little bit of time you did have together was like a breath of fresh air. You both looked forward to the chance to talk about something other than your jobs for once.

“I’m sure it’s not, Y/N/N,” Spencer assured.

“Mhhm,” you said unconvincingly, “what about you? Did you get your epistemology paper in on time?”

“Oh yeah. I’m not sure anything I wrote technically qualifies as an argument, but it’s done.” Spencer replied, his eyes tracing the papers in front of him at lightning speed and marking as he went

You could see the signs of exhaustion on his face and your stomach pinched with concern. Spencer was a genius, you knew that better than anyone, but even he wasn’t immune to the stresses of university life. He was always burning the candle at both ends, taking on more than any reasonable person could ever hope to accomplish, and that was before he started teaching an intro to criminology class. It worried you.

“Spence?”

He looked up, his eyes still glassy and faraway, the hint of a smile on his lips, “Mmhmm?”

You frowned, “Are you okay? You look exhausted.”

Spencer nodded, “Did you know that some studies have shown that an adult man can actually survive on as little as two hours of sleep a night without showing outwards signs of exhaustion?” He rambled, gesturing at nothing with his hands, “Sleep deprivation will, of course, affect your mental capabilities over time, but the amount of time that process actually takes is fairly individual. In my case-“ he looked over, noticed you raising your eyebrows at him, and laughed, obviously realising just how tired he was. “Yeah I’m a little tired,” he admitted, “it’s just been a long week that’s all. I was up for a few days for a case,,” he nudged your shoulder with his, “you know if you took me up on my offer I’d probably have more time to sleep.”

“Me? Join the FBI?” You scoffed, shaking your head, “No way. I’ve never even held a gun.”

“Neither had I before I joined.”

“Yeah but you’re-“ you gestured in his general direction, “you know.”

“I’m what?”

“You know,” you huffed, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment, “strong. And brave. And stuff.”

Spencer laughed but he looked pleased with himself nonetheless, “you think I’m strong and brave?”

“And stuff,” you clarified, “I’m an academic. I’m perfectly happy in a dark room with my dusty books and manuscripts, thank you very much.”

Spencer nodded, stealing a sip of your coffee and grimacing at the taste, “is there any sugar in this at all?”

“You tell me,” You answered, “you bought it.”

“Well there’s obviously not enough, you can still taste the actual coffee,” he said, just as his phone started to beep frantically.

Spencer took it out of his pocket and frowned at the screen. Your heart sunk a little but, when Spencer looked up at you apologetically, you shot him a small smile.

“Duty calls,” you said simply.

Spencer nodded, packing his stack of papers back into his satchel, “I’m sorry, Y/N/N. I’ll see you back here on Friday?”

“Sure,” you agreed, “if you’re back by then.”

“And you’ll send me your thesis outline when you’re finished with it?”

“Of course.”

Spencer wrapped one arm around your shoulder, giving you a quick hug, “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Enjoy your day.”

“Good luck, Professor,” you smiled, waving him off, “and thanks for the coffee!”

He waved back at you, half jogging and already on the phone as he vanished into the incoming crowds. You watched him go, sighing sadly as you turned back to your unfinished outline.

“Okay, Y/N, you can do this. Spencer’s written like three of these, let’s go.” You muttered, “The psychological implications of linguistic progression, think.”

You threw yourself back into your research, losing yourself in the methodical nature of your work. The coffee next to you got cold.

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Spencer was flushed by the time he made it into the office, his cheeks hurting with the effort of suppressing his smile. Time with you always did that to him, no matter how drained he was when he first arrived.

You were like a ray of sunshine on an otherwise very gloomy day, and ten minutes with you was better for his mental health than a whole weekend’s worth of sleep. You were sweet, and funny, and you let him ramble about whatever he wanted to and even pretended to listen. Meeting you for coffee every week had become more than an act of friendship, it was an act of self care, a thin thread holding what was left of his sanity together.

His phone chimed and he smiled down at the message, a picture of you sipping your coffee and giving the cameras a big thumbs up:

Go kick some bad guy ass, Wise Guy!

He started typing up a reply but, before he could, someone interrupted.

“Good date, Pretty Boy?” Morgan greeted.

“It’s not a date, Morgan, you know that,” Spencer replied, fondly, “it’s just coffee with a friend.”

“Oh yeah it’s totally not a date, just a biweekly coffee hangout with someone you’ve been in love with since forever.”

“Yeah, exactly,” he smiled.

“But it did go well, then?” He retorted with a knowing smile.

Spencer smiled and nodded, “She thinks I’m strong and brave and stuff.”

“And stuff?”

“And stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?” Prentiss interjected.

Spencer froze, “I don’t know, I hadn’t thought about that.”

“Does she know you’re not dating?” Prentiss asked.

“What? Yes of course! Or-maybe? I don’t know we haven’t exactly talked about it.” Spencer replied.

“No, she doesn’t know,” Morgan clarified.

Spencer opened his mouth to argue but, before he could, Garcia cut in.

“Okay my little geniuses, it’s a weird one today. Let’s get briefed,” Garcia called.

“When do we get to meet her?” Prentiss whispered as they took their seats.

“Never,” Spencer replied.

Emily pouted, “you’re no fun.”

Spencer smiled but, as the briefing went on and the picture of their newest case got clearer and clearer, so did something else; they couldn’t do this alone. They needed help, very very specific help. His heart sunk. As they headed to the jet, Spencer pulled out his phone, wishing to God he didn’t have to.

“Hey, Y/N, remember how you said you owed me one?”

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This had to be some sort of nightmare, you thought to yourself as you stepped off the jet. When Spencer had first called you, you’d laughed, told him to stop joking around and tell you what he actually wanted but, as it turned out, he was serious. They had a case, he’d said, one that required a certain set of expertise, one that only you had. And you couldn’t really say no could you? Not to Spencer.

And now you’d solved it. It was over. Your hands were shaking and you’d never been this tired in your life, but it was over. You felt a hand on your shoulder and jumped.

“Hey, it’s alright, kid,” Derek Morgan assured you, “you’re okay.”

You nodded, even though it wasn’t a question and gave him a small smile.

“I know.”

Derek nodded, his dark eyes boring into you in that way only members of the BAU could, like they were looking into you and not at you, so you tried to look brave.

“You did good work on this case,” Derek said, walking back to the building with you, “without you I’m not sure we would’ve caught the guy.”

You shook your head, “Spen-Reid would have figured it out eventually.”

Derek pressed his lips together, “Probably, but even he said it would’ve taken him days to reconstruct the language from scratch, even without adding the psychology behind it. In that time who knows how many people our UnSub would have been able to get.”

You looked over your shoulder to where Spencer was standing at the base of the jet’s stairs, looking everywhere but at you. He’d been acting distant for a while now, ever since Hotch had decided to strap you into a bulletproof vest and send you in to talk a maniac off a ledge. The UnSub had been having some sort of psychotic break, he’d forgotten how to speak English and communicated exclusively in a language he’d created himself, a combination of several that pointed to details about his personal life. It was fascinating, in the worst way possible, a real life application of the theory you’d been working on for years. It would make your thesis a piece of cake to finish.

The thought made you feel nauseous.

“Is he-“ you asked Derek, pressing your lips together nervously, “is he angry at me or something?”

He frowned, “Reid? No. He’s crazy about you, he looks forward to those coffee dates with you every week for days.”

You flushed, “They're not dates, Derek.”

“Oh yeah, sorry,” he replied, sarcastically, “slip of the tongue.” He ruffled your hair fondly, “Go on, talk to him, I’ll call you a cab when you’re done.”

You nodded and hung back, letting Derek’s hulking form vanish into the FBI building as you made your way slowly back toward the jet. Spencer was staring up at the moon, looking pensive and beautiful and painfully sad.

“Hey, there’s my favorite profiler,” you greeted gently, “you alright?”

“Hey,” he replied, still looking up at the moon, “why didn’t you go inside with everyone else?”

“I was waiting for you,” you explained, “I wanted to see if you’re okay.”

“If I’m okay?” He laughed incredulously, meeting your eye, “Y/N, I’m out here because I’m trying to figure out what I could possibly say to make up for what I just put you through.” He explained, “This...this stuff-it’s my world, not yours. I should never have brought you into it.”

“Spencer you needed me, your team needed an expert and, no offense, but your social circle isn’t big enough to have two experts in linguistic psychology.” You teased gently.

Spencer chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest.

You stepped forward, resting a hand gently on his bicep, “You made the right decision, Spence. I’m glad you called, I’m-“ you paused, “I’m glad you let me help you.”

Spencer snorted, “And it nearly got you killed.”

“It didn’t nearly get me killed-“

“Yes. It did,” he insisted, “the UnSub was psychotic, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t have killed you on sight. Hotch should never have let you-I should never have let you go in there.”

“But I wanted to and I’m fine. The case is over, Spence, we’re in the clear.” You assured him, “Things can go back to normal now.”

“No, they can’t!” Spencer practically shouted, turning to face you, his eyes red and puffy. You instinctively stepped back and Spencer pressed his lips together, looking guilty, “Y/N, I-knowing you were in danger and that there was nothing I could do about it...it killed me. You were never meant to know about any of this, you were meant to be safe! I was meant to keep you safe!” He explained, running a hand through his hair, “You were the one thing in my life that this stuff couldn’t touch and now-“ he breathed, “now everytime you look at me you’re gonna think about this, and him, and everything I put you through and-“ he met your eye, “and things will be weird and you’ll stop wanting to talk to me. Things won’t be the same, Y/N.”

You flushed and stepped forward, “You're worried that I’m not gonna talk to you anymore?” You asked. Spencer didn’t answer, but the way he avoided your eye and worked his jaw seemed like answer enough, “Spence,” you smiled, “you’re like...my favorite person in the world. This stuff,” you gestured around, “what you do, it doesn’t change that. In fact I think it’s kind of incredible. You guys tracked down a serial killer based on nothing but some muddled letters, who does that?” You laughed.

Spencer didn’t respond, but the edges of his lips twitched, like he wanted to smile. You watched him for a moment, the way he held his head, the way his eyes darted up to yours. He was just as beautiful as he’d always been, but there was something more now. He was vulnerable, you realized, really vulnerable for the first time since you’d known him. No matter what he said, Spencer was reaching out to you.

“Your world is messed up, Spencer,” you continued, stepping forward and taking his hand, “but you aren’t. We aren’t, and I’m glad I got to be there when you needed me. We’re good, okay?”

“Do you promise?” He asked, his voice small.

You squeezed his hand, “I promise.”

Spencer nodded, squeezing back, and let you slowly pull him back towards the FBI building.

“Besides,” you continued, “you still owe me a look at my thesis.”

Spencer snorted, “That’ll literally take me 3 seconds.”

“Show off.”

“What? It’s true.” He laughed.

You suddenly realized that Spencer was still holding your hand and, when he saw you looking and tried to pull away, you held on tighter. Spencer smiled nervously, and you felt a rush of something warm and promising flow through you.

“Hey, Y/N?” He started nervously.

“Yes, Spencer?”

“Are we dating?” He asked.

“After today? We’d better be. I’m expecting at least a dinner after almost getting shot for you.” You teased, bumping his shoulder with yours.

“That’s so not funny,” Spencer replied, but he was smiling when he said it.

“It’s a little bit funny.”

“Fine,” Spencer agreed, stopping in his tracks and pulling you towards him, “it’s a little bit funny.”

And that’s when he pulled you in, cupping your face with his hands and pressing his lips to yours. Just like that, the weariness of the day melted away, disappearing into a kiss that tasted like burnt coffee and sugar and the best champagne you’d ever had. Spencer was strong and sure. He kissed you like it was the only chance he’d ever get, like he wanted to burn the memory of you into that brilliant mind of his forever. When you broke apart it felt like the earth had shifted beneath you and you stared at one another, breathless and smiling like teenagers caught making out beneath the bleachers.

“Oh yeah,” you laughed, “yeah you definitely owe me dinner.”

“Woohoo!” Morgan cheered.

“Ooooo, Y/N and Reid sitting in a tree,” Prentiss sang, “K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”

“Go get ‘em, Lover Boy,” Garcia joined in.

Spencer laughed, letting his head fall down onto your shoulder, humming when you threaded your finger through his hair.

“Can we-um-can we maybe continue this at a later date?” Spencer asked, “Like maybe at dinner? Or,” he checked his watch, “breakfast, maybe?”

You looked back at Spencer’s team and felt, with a sudden rush of clarity, that you were looking at a group of people who would soon be staples of your life.

“Let’s go get coffee with the others,” you answered, “and then after that,” you tilted his head up and kissed him softly, “you can take me to breakfast.”

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andrea-lyn · 3 years

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The Recs (Less Travelled)

I’m excited to bring you the first installment of my ‘roads less travelled’ recs! I will be doing another round of this, probably once the Ted Lasso fic tag hits about 25 pages, and then I’ll also grab a couple more fandoms to collect in there!

The Rules:

Each fandom/pairing was sorted on Archive of Our Own by completed works. Anything recced here was not in the first ten pages when sorted by kudos at the time of reccing. There may be some more well-known authors on this list, but the specific fics I’ve picked are ones that didn’t crack that top ten or just didn’t get much traction and I think deserve it, so hopefully I have also balanced it out with other under the radar (and still great!) works. As ever, I have a pinned post of my other recs (none have been duplicated from there), so you can also check those out! Under the cut you’ll find 10 recs in each fandom for:

Raven Cycle

Roswell New Mexico

The Old Guard

Inception

Star Trek (mainly Kirk/McCoy)

The Raven Cycle

savor all the little pieces by littlelionvanz

“Since when do you garden?”

Ronan snorted, “Since I grew up on a fucking farm, genius. Jesus who gave you permission to pursue higher education.”

the old grip of the familiar by littleseal

"There is a single black feather and a printed out picture of Gansey, Blue and Cheng standing in front of some fucking monument Ronan didn’t care enough to remember the name of. Gansey sent it to Ronan’s phone some time ago, but it sat in his messages until Adam picked it up and grinned at it so hard that, one afternoon later, Ronan cursed and kicked and glared his old printer back to life in order to print it out.

Fuck, he thinks, I’m in love with a hoarder."

Adam collects things. Ronan is in love with him.

No Sweeter Innocence Than Our Gentle Sin by gansey_is_our_king

Ronan Lynch has wanted to kiss Adam Parrish for a long time.

(alternately titled: four times that Ronan could have kissed Adam)

Cheers to Another Seven Years! by skyermirth

Adam left Henrietta for Harvard and never returned. Now, seven years has passed, and an unexpected work assignment has brought him back to a place and people he hardly recognizes.

Row, row, row your boat by emmerrr

“What. Why are you smiling at me,” he says suspiciously.

Adam shrugs. “You’re cute.”

“I’m not cute, I’m terrifying.”

“Terrifyingly cute,” Adam says.

and now the world is ours to take / and every single move is ours to make by thatlittleblackcat

"Adam was the scientist, Ronan was the data, and Orphan Girl was the key that explained the strange outliers that Ronan presented, his previously unexplainable actions."

Adam sorts out his feelings, Ronan helps him, Gansey is the number one dad friend, Blue is the number one mom friend and Henry tries to make Ronan smile. Otherwise known as the story of how Orphan Girl became Opal.

All These Things You Make Me Feel by SilverOpals394

It was late. Adam could feel the long day catching up to him as he left Boyd’s, all his energy exhausted. When he started his car, the tape deck whirred to life once more. He sighed and raised his hand to turn it off, but before he did a soft melody began to play.

AU in which the mixtape Ronan made for Adam only plays the murder squash song until Adam realizes he's in love with Ronan, too.

Ways to Communicate by Jalules

Blue Sargent reflects on an early memory (and gets busy with her boyfriends.)

(The two things are related, trust me.)

Hold Me Closer, I'm Safe in Your Arms by actuallyronanlynch

“You wanna tell me why I had to hear from Henry Cheng that my boyfriend was at the hospital?” Adam hissed, though his voice wasn’t as acidic as it could’ve been. Ronan took small victories where he could.

“You don’t have a cellphone,” Ronan pointed out flatly. “It’s not like I could’ve gotten a hold of you.”

arts and crafts and the inevitability of death by sunshineinthestorm

Adam comes to the public library in search of a study spot, not a boyfriend.

But it must be his lucky day—because he ends up with a bit of both.

Roswell New Mexico

a conversation between insignificant others by Bellakitse

“Hey…have you noticed that our boyfriends are madly in love with each other?"

“You noticed that too, huh,” she answers dryly, letting out a huff of reluctant amusement.

***

Forrest and Maria share a drink and a conversation and start a friendship.

Own Personal Hell by BeStillMySlashyHeart

Now that Isobel's getting the hang of her telekinesis, Michael decides to test out his telepathic abilities. It backfires. Badly. Now Michael's trapped inside his own mind and only one person can break him out.

Drop the Hammer by brightloveee

Max makes a new friend at the shooting range, who turns out to be even more bad-ass than he expected.

(Takes place mid-S1)

Boys Like You by forgadgetsandgizmos

Curly, dirty blond hair (the mere description ‘curly’ felt like an injustice) twisted in every direction off his head, a sharp contrast with the scruff darkening his strong jawline and scowl-ridden face.

Alex made a mental note to compliment Maria on her excellent taste in men.

—

Or, Alex has coffee with Maria's one-night stand, a man who he definitely does not have a crush on.

let's exchange the experience by lostin_space

Michael decides they need to quarantine.

Michael floods Alex with love and care over and over and over.

This Is Hardcore by Anonymous

Michael makes a proposal. Alex accepts. Michael wonders what the hell he’s gotten himself into.

i don't know what to think (but i think of supernovas) by Milzilla

michael discovers that the console can talk. then, he discovers it can do far more than that.

iridescence on skin by Lire_Casander

In a world where (almost) everyone has a tattoo on their right wrist with one set of coordinates that point to the place where their soulmate is born, Alex thought he wouldn't be any different. He couldn't be more mistaken.

He has two.

The Real Thing by elliebird

Max checks on Michael the morning after Michael saves Max’s ass from Wyatt Long and his dumbass buddies. He sees more than he’s supposed to.

Written for a Tumblr anon who one of their friends walking in on them or anyone of them finding out about Michael and Alex in an interesting way

Sundering by romancandles

“You know it was just an Air Force balloon, right?” says Alex.

Michael smirks. “That’s what they want you to think,” he says, with a wink.

The Old Guard

Peer Reviewed by ishandahalf

[From:] Journal of Medieval Studies ([email protected])

[Subject:] Ad-hoc note from the editor

I have noticed an uncommon level of animosity in your responses to your reviewers (or rather, one reviewer in particular). I am writing to ask if you would please do your best to keep your interactions civil. In fairness, I have also sent a similar request to the reviewer you seem to have this friction with. I trust you will both try and remain more professional in the future.

Again, thank you for submitting your work to this journal.

Sincerely,

James Copley, PhD

Editor-in-Chief

Journal of Medieval Studies

An (accidental) academic epistolary romance as (inadvertently) documented via a (theoretically) rigorously blinded peer review process.[citation needed]

third for a word and the song keeps going Macremae

It was honestly shaping up to be a pretty uneventful year before the Vatican got on Nicky’s bad side.

Or: three times in 2008 that the team genuinely thought about killing Nicky if only to get him to shut up about the changes to the Catholic English Mass and his unrelenting opinions on them, and one time Nile did.

Apex Predators In Island Ecosystems (Freeman et al., in press) by Sixthlight

Palaeobotany PhD student Nile Freeman and her supervisor Joe al-Kaysani are invited to billionaire Stephen Merrick’s new project – a theme park full of cloned dinosaurs. What could possibly go wrong?

This Rough Magic by Marivan

When Joe came to Scotland to study the sea, he did not expect to also encounter a beautiful man claiming that A. he’s a selkie and B. they’re married because Joe picked up his scarf.

It sounds like a fairy tale and that’s a problem. Because Joe’s a scientist. And selkies don’t exist.

Wars for the broken by Yuliares

Five years into his exile, Booker is joined by a companion he never expected to meet. Together, they try to work on healing.

Sometimes they go down to the sewers just so she can scream and scream. “I like to hear it echo,” she explains. “Underwater, you can’t hear anything. Here, at least I can be heard.”

“I don’t feel like a warrior anymore,” she tells him, throwing bread crumbs at pigeons. “I feel broken.”

“You’re still a warrior,” he says roughly. “This is still fighting.”

a good (eighth) impression by deanniker

Over the next few months, Joe runs into Nicky every so often at the farmer’s market. Some weekends Nicky doesn’t make it, because of his work schedule - Joe doesn’t understand it because he doesn’t ask, though he does start to recognize when one of those missing weekends is coming up because Nicky will stock up on things with longer shelf-life. When they do run into each other, they make small talk and move through the stalls together.

Joe doesn’t mention it to Lykon when he stops by, because it is kind of weird, that Lykon’s ex-boyfriend texts Joe things like - If you’re here, the apples look particularly good this week and thank you for that recipe, I did not know what I was going to do with that much couscous

Or,

Joe wouldn't usually consider starting anything with his best friend's ex, but as long as they keep it casual, it shouldn't be weird... right?

get back to where you once belonged by tenderjock

Nile takes a sip of her cappuccino and closes her eyes.

(Booker and Nile get that coffee. Life happens, along the way.)

a house; a home by mehm

“Is this a kidnapping?” Joe asks as Nicky checks both their seat belts. “Like, I don’t mind. It’s just not quite what I expected for my birthday.”

In which Joe gets a birthday surprise, because that’s the stuff you have time for when you and the love of your life become mortal at the same time.

the ties that bind by damaskrose

“There’s a story I heard many times,” Andy begins, “in the Mediterranean. Threads of fate and three sisters. One to spin, one to measure, and one to cut.”

Clutter And Croutons by flawedamythyst

Joe and Nicky have an argument, and then Nicky talks to Nile about what it really means to be in a relationship for 900 years.

Inception

My Big Fat Slightly Annoying Wedding by jibrailis

Arthur and Eames elope for ~tax reasons. Certain people in their lives are not happy at the lack of a wedding.

Remember Sydney by pathera

When Eames shambles into the safe house outside of London, he finds a red light blinking on the phone.

For the inception_kink prompt:

Arthur is on a plane which is about to crash. No way anyone is going to survive. Instead of panicking he calmly calls the team's office and gets the answering machine. He hangs up before the plane crashes.

Give me Arthur's last message to the team.

(TW: Character Death / Angst)

Of Such Deceitfulness and Suavity by delires

In which emotions manifest themselves in unusual ways.

YO, K2tog (it's like a code) by lazulisong

“Oh my God,” moans Arthur. “I’ve paid less for Somnacin. Good Somnacin.” A horrible thought strikes him. “How much is the yarn --”

“I want you to have an unguarded reaction,” Eames tells him, and pulls him up from the floor.

(They run an extraction on a knitter.)

hit the ground running by orphan_account

"I travelled halfway around the world for you. I dealt with the French for you."

Valley by wldnst

It's an old story: a knight, a prince, a kingdom in peril.

If This Is Rain Let It Fall On Me and Drown Me by Brangwen

We used to be so brave, Eames thought. Of the two of them, Arthur had always been the more fearless.

a gentle familiarity by jollypuppet

Two weeks later, Eames is on his doorstep with bad Italian takeout and a grin, and Arthur tells him he can sleep on the couch.

Your Crisis Cannot Be Completed As Dialed by sevenimpossiblethings

Arthur doesn't do snow, Ariadne is determined to be as Midwestern as possible, and blizzards make cell phone service unreliable.

Let’s Say I Do (I Do) by xsilverdreamsx

There were, perhaps some things worse that this, Arthur thinks, as he glares at the letter in his hand with his name printed clearly in bold ink, indicating his presence in two weeks for his esteemed marriage to one William H. Eames, III, at St. Catherine's Church in London, England.

Star Trek (predominantly Kirk/McCoy)

Show the World That Something Good Can Work by knune

Leonard McCoy is a doctor, not a personal assistant, and maybe that's why he can't stand working for Jim Kirk.

It's in the little things by winterover

Bones is bemused by a persistent secret admirer.

"Wedding" Away with It by pendrogon

One morning, Bones wakes up and he's single. By the same afternoon, he's married to Jim Kirk for Arbitrary Fic Reasons(TM).

How Long Will You Stay (For Your Whole Life) by withthepilot

Jim Kirk, deputy director of the Enterprise parks and recreation department, sees all of his hard work fall to pieces when budget specialist Leonard McCoy arrives from the state capital to cut Jim's budget and threaten the livelihoods of his colleagues. But thanks to a major parks project, Leonard finds a place in the department, as well as in Jim's life—and when all is said and done, Jim doesn't want him to leave.

All-Time Favorite by mardia

What to do when your best friend suddenly starts making new friends.

Joy Ride by Cards_Slash

While running for their lives from an alien species Kirk had accidentally enraged, they come across a car. And well, if you were to come across a car while being chased by aliens that wanted you dead, and you possessed some lingering knowledge of how to drive a car similar to said car, you would have decided to drive it toward the nearest cliff too.

Also a gunfight.

Syncytia by epistolic

He’d signed up for Starfleet on an impulse, but Starfleet meant James Tiberius Kirk: the first – and second, and third, and fourth – big mistake of Leonard McCoy’s life.

Renovation by canistakahari

Jim has a whammy put on him by an alien death ray and he suddenly craves domesticity. He's crazy with longing to shop at space!Ikea and get potted bamboo and he starts looking into adopting AND HE HATES HIMSELF AND CANNOT CONTROL THE SHIT. Luckily, McCoy is drunk all the time and plays house.

17:08 by butterflycell

She'd watched the news holos with a sick feeling, searching for information that was completely obvious in its absence. Amidst the reports of the the Enterprise's miraculous recovery and the damages sustained, there had been next to nothing about the crew or her captain. Jim had been mentioned only in passing, his name shied away from as his first officer limited interaction to the bare essentials.

The Honey of Hybla by shrift

"Bones, prepare to be my date."

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