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Sweet Nothing
Spencer Reid x Fem Reader
Summary: Penelope made a friend on the internet over covid who just so happens to live in the same town Dr. Reid just got a new job... and playing Cupid is her favourite thing in the world
Warnings: strangers to lovers, meet cute, 40-year-old virgin Spencer, Virgin reader (late 20's/early 30's), picnics, food mention, lots of Taylor Swift references, first times, Spencer is on anti-depressants, oral sex fem receiving, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, sweet sex, lots of communication
Word Count: 12.6
Making friends on the internet was never easy… it always came with its own set of unique difficulties. People lie, anyone could be secretly crazy and when actions don’t really have consequences on the web, they can get crazier.
That being said, Y/N has recently made a wonderful friend in a woman named Penelope.
Penelope’s Tumblr page was pretty normal, very pink and vibrant and happy, but normal nonetheless. She’s in her early 40s, an internet veteran, an ex-employee at the FBI and known for creating a brand new, very safe, social media platform for young people. She was very easy to trust, very forward and easy to open up to as well, which made the two of them bond instantly.
And despite the age difference and the long distance, Y/N would consider Penelope to be her best friend.
She knew everything about her from her favourite colour to her hope and dreams and favourite singer… and also the fact she was a virgin well into her adult life and dying to get out there. They’ve spent most of their friendship discussing their equally awful dating lives, would-be lovers and almost hookups. Both women have tried time and time again to find love, however, nothing ever seemed to work out… until the day Penelope got an idea.
“I have a friend…” Penelope leads, something sinister in her eyes. “And he’s single and pretty cute, too…”
“Do you have a crush?” Y/N lights up thinking this is a happy moment for Penelope. “Oh my god, Penny tell me all about him!!”
“Well, no, actually… I want to set you up with him,” she explains further, in a much softer tone. “He’s so soft and sweet and a few years younger than me… and still a virgin.”
Her eyes grow impossibly wide and her jaw drops momentarily, “you’re kidding?”
“Nope.”
“Wow,” she takes a moment to soak it all in. She sits back in her chair and lets her shoulders drop as she thinks about it. And for once, Penelope is quiet too. “How much older than me is he?”
“He’s 41… which I know it’s a lot older than you but he’s what you’re looking for and you’d be so perfect for him. He’s so wonderful and he’s waited for so long to find someone who wouldn’t judge him and I know you’d love everything about him if I told you everything but I want you to meet him and find out for yourself… sorry, that was a lot.”
“No, no, that’s okay,” she actually loved when Penelope went on little rants like that. “I just don’t really have the funds to fly to Virginia right now—
“That’s another reason why he’s perfect for you, he’s moving to Reno next week!!!” Penelope can’t help but shake her hands with excitement while her voice raises at least a pitch if not 3.
“Is this the same friend who’s already from Nevada?” Her eyes light right up like a cat staring at a laser… she’s seen photos on Penelope’s personal Facebook, everything from selfies in new glasses to the parties with friends and throwbacks from working at the FBI… “doctor what’s-his-name?”
“Spencer, yeah oh my god? I can’t believe you remember him?” Penelope asks and she just shrugs, “See, this is why you’re perfect for Spencer, he talks a lot like I do, only about much smarter things but you’d be able to keep up.”
“I’d love that, actually,” she swoons, feeling slightly embarrassed about how the possibility of having a boyfriend makes her so giddy. “I’d love to listen to someone talk about what they love and just sit there and look at them…”
“Perfect, I tell you! Perfect!!” Penelope exaggerates, “he’s moving in a few days but all his things are already there. The department paid for his relocation and everything, I’m so surprised he actually decided to go this time, he’s been thinking about it forever.”
“Ask him if he wants some help unpacking when he does get here and I’d love to give him a hand,” she agrees fully, taking a leap of faith and seeing where this could go without the fear of the unknown weighing her down.
—
She shows up at Spencer's apartment 2 days after he arrives in Reno, a bottle of Welcome to the Neighbourhood sparkling cider and an assortment of muffins in her arms, thinking it would be quick and easy for him to take the muffins to work over the next few days, unlike a flower arrangement he didn’t need taking up space in his downsized apartment.
She takes a deep breath before she knocks, her knuckles are barely off the door when he opens it. She barely has a moment to prepare before she’s smacked with the realization that this man is very handsome and incredibly smart… and so, so intimidating.
“Hi,” he smiles at her. “Is that— you didn’t need to bring anything?”
She looks down at the basket she’s holding and then back up to see those beautiful brown eyes, “I know… sorry, um, Hi, welcome to the neighbourhood,” she hands him the basket with the best smile she can muster, slightly embarrassed to be so flustered by the mere sight of him.
“Thank you, come in,” he steps out of the doorway so she could walk in, he steps away from the door completely and sets the basket on a moving box. “Sorry, it’s a mess, the movers just put the boxes wherever they wanted, so I’ve been reorganizing where they were supposed to go,” Spencer explains, gesturing to the room around them.
“It’s okay, that’s why I’m here,” she’s cheery as she shuts the door and starts to take her coat off. “Can I just leave this over here?”
“Yeah, actually—“ he reaches for the closet door, “I found the box with hangers first so you could hang your coat when you got here.”
“She said you were a genius,” Y/N teases, holding her coat up so he could slip the hanger inside and hang it on the bar. She sets her purse down inside the closet too, just for safekeeping.
“I hope she hasn’t talked me up too much,” he’s honest with his fears. “I’m afraid I’m actually quite average, maybe tilted towards the strange side…”
She gives him another smile, but ultimately shakes her head, “Don’t worry, she didn’t tell me anything really personal. I only really know about you from stories she’s told me about her old job, but nothing in detail… I was just starting to get to know her when you were hospitalized before the pandemic and she was by your side a bunch so she wasn’t online and I was actually worried something happened to her 'cause she’s never that quiet.”
“Oh, yeah, that was awful,” he agrees, pressing his lips together awkwardly while he thinks about it. But then he takes a deep breath and his shoulders drop. “So I was thinking we could start in the kitchen? I’ve found most of the boxes.”
“Yeah, lead the way,” she says, following him through the front room to the living room that was connected to the kitchen by means of an archway. “Oh wow,” she muses aloud, “this is going to be nice to decorate…”
“You think?” He looks a mix of worried and confused, “I have no idea what to do with the place.”
“I’m sure once we start taking out all your things we’ll figure something out,” she knows she can make a room out of anything, it's how she decorates her classroom each September. Just with sheer will and pure hope.
“I had to downsize a lot to come here, I donated most of my books so I wouldn’t cost the department a fortune moving them out, but I still have a lot,” he shares, both proud and a little embarrassed that 50% of his boxes are for books. “I don’t have many personal things or decorations… I honestly wasn’t in my last place enough to make it feel homey.”
“You’ll be here often, though, right?” She asks, selfishly, she can already see them becoming somewhat good friends and she wants to be able to see him regularly.
He nods, “Yeah, I’m going to be working with the sex crimes unit, 9 to 5 every day unless there’s a big case,” he explains. “Like human trafficking or a pedophile ring or something, but I doubt I’ll see an overwhelming number of those right now, it’ll be nice to downsize to just a city instead of dealing with the entirety of The United States.”
“I have 4 different groups of teenagers that I teach, which is like 120 kids alone, I can’t imagine being principal and having a thousand kids to watch out for,” she can relate it back. “I’m sure this will be less stressful for you… still awful sometimes but—
“But I’m good with stress,” he assures her. “Especially this kind of stress. You know, when I first started at the BAU I had a co worker who transferred over from sex crimes in New York, she actually had a great time cause she got to kick some creeps ass every now and then.”
“Oh that’s cool, I guess,” she tries not to be jealous, knowing he’s probably had lots of meaningful relationships with women throughout his life, but that’s not going to stop him from getting to know her.
She grabs a box that says mugs and lifts it to the edge of the counter island instead of dwelling on these bubbling feelings for who is essentially, a stranger. “Which cupboard did you want the mugs to go in?”
“Uh,” he gets nervous then. “I have about 3 boxes of mugs… so wherever they fit?”
“Sounds good,” she can’t help but smile, it was cute. “Do you like to collect them or something?”
“Kinda,” he reaches into his pocket and takes out an exacto-knife, handing it to her so she can open the cardboard box. She pushes the knife out of its plastic sheath and starts to cut along the tape seam.
The first mug she pulls out is a pink octopus, “oh, this is so cute?”
“That’s Mildred,” he can’t help but smile, “I got that from Penelope on her last day at work.”
“Oh,” she holds it to her chest in a sweet hug. “I can’t wait for her to come and visit, I just know she gives amazing hugs.”
“Actually, she hugged me before I left and said that I was supposed to pass it along to you at some point…” he looks at her softly, slightly terrified. “Which is strange 'cause she knows I don’t like touching and we’ve never met before but for some reason, she knew I’d still want to hug you upon meeting you…”
She can’t help but laugh, placing the mug down on the counter, “is that an invitation?”
He nods, opening his arms and allowing her to step into his space. She wraps her arms around his middle and holds him close, feeling his large hands on her shoulder and upper back, his thumb lightly caressing the fabric of her shirt.
She stays there in the hug for a moment and then pulls back, “I’ll be sure to tell her that you passed that along.”
“Good,” he’s smiling like an idiot, bright red and flustered, falling head over heels for her already.
At least, the little voice in her head thinks so. Making her smile back at him with the same giddy hopefulness that she’s longed for most of her life.
—
He feels like the most awkward person in the whole fucking world. Hiding away in the living room to unbox something alone and give himself a moment of anxiety without having to play it cool in front of her any longer.
She’s pretty, she’s nice, she smells like honey and happiness and new beginnings… Penelope raved about her for days when she heard he was moving to Reno and now he can see why.
Y/N is amazing… it’s almost too good to be true.
She’s in his kitchen humming while she unpacks box after box of his dishes, moving around his new space like she was always meant to be here too. Like she’s a ghost or an extra piece of the pre-furnished listing. Like it was hers first.
He can’t quite place what song it is that she’s humming, but it’s nice. He wanders over to the archway and leans against it, watching her in admiration as she slides some more mugs to the back of a shelf. He knows he wants to ask her out for real. Not just as friends, not just for help or convenience but because his aura is drawn to hers and the colour they could make together has never been made before.
When she turns around to grab another mug she’s startled by his presence in the doorway, “gosh,” she gasps and places her hand on her chest to get over the initial shock. “What the heck, Spencer?”
“Sorry, it’s just…” he licks his lips and thinks it over before saying it, “It’s so nice to have you here… it feels right.”
“Oh,” she softens, he can see a weight lift off her shoulders and her eyes glimmer under the lights. “Thank you, thats the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me?”
“Would you want to go on a real date, tomorrow?” He can’t help but ask. “I know Penelope was hoping for us to date and I hate that she’s always right but, I would really like to go on a date with you.”
“Yeah, absolutely,” she makes her way around the counter and over to be closer to him. “I’d love that, what do you want to do?”
“Um,” he really didn’t think that far ahead… “can I surprise you?”
“Sure,” she gives him the sweetest, most hopeful smile that makes his heart swell.
“Is there anything you don’t like? Or are allergic to? Anything I should avoid?” He can’t help but ask. The last thing he wants is to surprise her with something that makes her distance herself from him. It’s happened too many times before.
She shakes her head, “not that I can think of?”
“Okay,” he smiles at her, stepping into her space more. “I found my Alexa that Penelope got me years ago, did you want me to put on that song you were humming?”
She looks like a dear in the headlights, she clearly forgot he could hear her when she was humming. “Oh, um… no? I don't think you’d like the song.”
“It sounded nice when you were humming?”
“It’s embarrassing…”
“What is it?”
She sighs and gives in, “Taylor Swift has this song that I listen to when I dream about the life I want and it’s been stuck in my head all day cause I’m in your kitchen… and the lyric is outside they’re pushing and shoving but you’re in the kitchen humming, all that you ever wanted from me was Sweet Nothing…”
“That’s not embarrassing,” his heart swells. “Penelope is a matchmaker, has she ever told you about all the couples she created at the FBI? She’s responsible for 5 marriages and by proxy about 10 babies.”
“Wow,” Y/N’s a bit taken aback by that. “So you’re saying she’s like Cupid?”
He nods, “Or she’s able to see fate's design a lot better than us.”
“One hug? That’s all it took?” She teases him.
“A few mugs?” He teases right back.
“Hey, you can tell a lot about a person by what they hoard,” she bites back, trying not to smile too hard.
He just shakes his head and backs up, headed back to the living room with her in tow. “Hey Alexa, what’s the Taylor Swift song that says you’re in the kitchen humming.”
“That would be Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift on Midnights By Taylor Swift, released October—“ the British man's voice comes booming from the small speaker only to be cut off.
“Hey Alexa play Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift,” he orders with a smirk plastered to his face.
“Okay, here’s Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift on Amazon Music.”
Within the first few notes, he knows this is going to be their song. He extends his hand to her, silently asking her to dance even though he doesn’t really know how… and by design or some exquisite happenstance, she takes it.
With one hand in hers, his other hand lands on her hip while her extra hand is placed ever so gently on his shoulder. Chest to chest, eye to eye, they smile and sway along to the flow of the tune. Her hand squeezes around his own slightly tighter, the tune matches exactly how she was humming in his own kitchen and then he hears the lyric she mentioned.
They said the end is coming,
Everyone's up to something,
I find myself running home to your sweet nothings.
Outside, they're push and shoving,
You're in the kitchen humming,
All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing.
He spins her around making her laugh as she crashes back into his chest and holds him tighter. She wraps her arm around his middle and rests her chin on his shoulder. The music is loud, but his thoughts are louder. He wants everything this song mentions but with her. Only her. And it’s been only an hour and a bit that he’s known her. He doesn’t even really know her but he craves to.
“Do you write poems?” He asks after the song mentions them.
She shakes her head, “no, but I know you read a lot of them… do you write them too?”
He nods, “Sometimes… maybe I’ll make you one.”
“I’ll probably cry,” she admits.
Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors
And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other
And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more"
To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it
She is soft-hearted. She’s sweet and kind and wonderful, too. She tilts her head to the side to rest against his own. Now cheek to cheek, he lets out a deep breath he didn’t even know he was holding. She hums along to the song, just soft enough for him to hear, not quite on key, but it’s endearing.
They’re quiet for the rest of the song and keep swaying, knowing it’s going to end soon and they’re going to have to pull away. They don’t want to… luckily the song is on a loop. It starts right back up and so they don’t pull away.
—
His place is still a mess when he gets ready to leave the next morning. After their dance, she knew she wouldn’t be able to focus on unpacking and he knew he’d be too tempted to hold her all night long… so she went home. He helped her into her coat, he hugged her goodbye and she left, taking a piece of his heart with her.
He’s not as used to Reno as he was with DC, but one look at the map and he was able to find the grocery store quite easily. He walks there because he opted not to bring his shitty car with him. He sold it with the promise of looking for a new one here in Nevada, but it was actually a lot nicer to walk in a sunny place like this. And on days when it’s not as nice, taxis exist for a reason. He really didn’t need a car, anymore.
He didn’t realize how much he missed Nevada until now.
He spent a lot of last night thinking about what he wanted to do for their date and came up with the splendid idea of a picnic. The first thing he did was call Penelope, it wasn’t too late for her back in DC, so he didn’t feel too bad, but he had to ask her some questions. He wanted everything to be perfect. She talked his ear off and then gave him an extensive list of the things she knows Y/N likes from past conversations, it turns out they’ve spent a bit of time talking about snack foods and it was finally coming in handy.
He comes back to his newly unpacked kitchen with bags of groceries, he prepares sandwiches on croissants and cuts up cheese and puts them on toothpicks with fancy slivers of meat… and he bought some new Tupperware so the meats and cheese can be in one and the fruit he bought can be in another. He bought her favourite drinks and some cute disposable cups to put them in because he didn’t have anything other than coffee mugs, which he was sure she wouldn’t mind, but he did.
He wanted this to be perfect for her.
All while he was packing their picnic basket, he listened to Taylor’s music, thanks to Penelope he had a playlist of her favourites to get himself caught up on them and ended up liking most of them himself. Especially one called Maroon. The lyrics are so powerfully written and wondrously sung, it’s as if a heart-stopping novel was put to music and all told within 3 minutes and 38 seconds. Taylor Swift is a genius, that much her lover got right in sweet nothing. What a mind, indeed.
Just a little past her apartment, there is a little park with a lovely field of flowers beside it. It’s a perfect spot for a picnic, so once he’s finished packing their picnic, he sets off on a walk to her apartment, thinking a walk to the park together would only add to the ambiance of the day.
He makes it to her place a little before 11, like he told her he would, and spends a few seconds in the hallway to catch his breath and fix his hair before he knocks. And when he does knock, it’s 3 times and he hits the wood pretty hard with his knuckles. Inside, it’s pretty quiet and then he hears her call out, “Just a sec!!”
He waits patiently for a minute or two and then she wipes the door open while putting in an earring, “Sorry, I didn’t realize what time it was.”
She’s breathtaking. She’s all dolled up and it’s all for him. He can’t believe it.
“That’s okay,” he manages to breathe out, leaving his mouth hung open as he stares.
She just smirks and reaches out for him, touching his chin and redirecting his jaw closed. “You don’t want to catch flies…”
He blushes, uncontrollably, and bows his head, bashful as ever. “Sorry, you just look beautiful… I’m not used to someone getting all dolled up for me.”
She lets out a huff of breath through her nose, settling all her nerves, her shoulders drop and she stares at him like he’s the only man in the whole world. “You’re so sweet, I almost can’t believe you’re real.”
“That feeling is mutual,” he assures her.
She finally looks down at his hands to see him holding a picnic basket. “Oh my god, are we going to have a picnic?” She lights right up.
He nods, “is that okay?”
“Okay? It’s perfect, Spencer!” She’s so excited and it’s real. She’s not playing it up or anything. She’s genuinely over the moon. “Let me just put on my shoes and grab my purse, you can wait in here.”
“Okay,” he steps inside and closes the door behind himself as she runs off into he bedroom.
It’s a small apartment. Her bedroom and bathroom are separate rooms, but the kitchen, living room and the washer and dryer are all exposed. She has it set up really nicely, it’s warm and inviting and happy and he could see himself making a home on her couch in the upcoming weeks of getting to know her. He couldn’t wait to learn about her favourite shows and movies and books. He wanted to hear all about her family and friends and co-workers, even her favourite students and the ones who irked her. He wanted to hear about it all. He wants to know her favourite colour and how she likes her pizza and her pasta and what her favourite baked good is. There’s an endless amount of personal things that he can learn, and he wants to know it all. He wants to love it all, too.
When she returns, she has her shoes on, her purse over her shoulder and a blanket draped over her forearm. “I don’t want to sit on the grass, and I didn’t think you fit a blanket in there…”
“Oh, shoot,” he looks down at the basket and realizes that was the one thing he forgot. “Yeah, we’re going to need that.”
“Thought so,” she smirks. She walks back over to the door and grabs her keys, “anything else you need?”
“Just you,” he replies without thinking it over.
“Stop being so sweet,” she nudges him, staring up at him like he hung the stars, himself.
“Or else?” He teases. It’s remarkable how easy it is with her. It just flows out of him like the script was already written between them.
She steps even closer into his space, “you get a kiss for every compliment,” she says, standing on her tip-toes, she presses her lips to his cheek for 1, 2, 3 seconds of pure bliss.
She drops back down to her normal height, a smirk plastered to her face, proud of the lipstick stain that’s almost as red as his blushing cheek. She reaches up to wipe it off but he pulls back, “don’t…” he’s adamant. “I want everyone to know you’re mine if you’re going out looking this beautiful beside me.”
“Okay then.”
—
Like a real man, Spencer insists on standing closer to the road as they walk along the sidewalk. A few moments into their walk, he transitions the basket to his right side so that his hand that’s closest to her is free and she notices it right away. She has draped the blanket over her left arm, leaving her right hand free… all but begging him to take it. But he’s shy and quiet and he doesn’t know how to just do it.
So she does.
She takes his hand in hers and interlocks their fingers, smiling up at him as they keep going forward, “have you ever been to this park?”
He shakes his head, “No… is it nice? The reviews online said it’s clean and there isn’t a lot of illegal activity there.”
She can’t help but laugh, “Yeah, it’s a nice park. Sometimes I hit up the bookstore down here and then I go read in the park. It’s nice in the summer when I have a week off between my regular job at the school and my summer job.”
“Summer job?”
She nods, “Mhm, you know, 'cause I only work at the high school when school is in session and I don’t make enough to take two whole months off so each summer I take a new job. Like last summer I worked at a daycare but the summer before that I was at a ladies' clothing store a few streets over.”
“What are you going to do this summer?” He asks, intrigued.
“I’m not sure yet… I’m still friends with some of the girls at the daycare so I might go back, but honestly, I’m also thinking of putting in my application for summer school and I might tutor some of the kids that need help graduating,” she explains. “Cause I know how hard it is to try your best and still just not get it. They shouldn’t be punished for having a hard time.”
“You sound like a wonderful teacher, I’m sure they’d really like to have you in the summer, too,” Spencer compliments. “I was always closest to the kids that didn’t do very well in school. It’s not that I pitted them or felt like I could improve them, I just liked who they were as people, more.”
“They’re lovely kids, they just get pushed to the side because they either learn differently or they can’t do the work at home for whatever reason. And they shouldn’t be punished for that, it’s not their fault that most kids nowadays have to work to help their families or become a second parent to help their younger siblings. They barely have the time to take care of themselves let alone do 5 hours of homework a night,” she rants, “I genuinely hate how the school system is currently.”
“My nephew is in high school currently and he isn’t having the best time,” Spencer shares. “He calls me for help on his math homework sometimes and it always floors me that even if he got to the right answer, if he didn’t follow the exact formula that the teacher uses then he gets a 0. There are many different ways to solve an equation, and as long as he shows his work it should count.”
“Exactly!” She raises her voice a little and startles a lady passing them. “It’s frustrating to watch them struggle with shit they’ll never use again unless they’re going into a math-dominated field. It’s not fair.”
“More kids need a teacher like you,” Spencer says, giving her hand a little squeeze.
“Why, thank you,” she gleams. “If we weren’t in the middle of the walkway I’d kiss you again…”
“The books store is just up here, you can kiss me in the aisles… if you really want to?” he kids, but not really. She can tell he wants another kiss from her.
So she drags him into the bookstore, they tell the worker that they’re just looking and perusing the store, calling out the titles they know and rating the backs of the ones that seem interesting until they’re in the back aisle. She turns to him with a smirk, “Are you gonna make me stand on my tip-toes every time, bean sprout?”
He smirks and places the picnic basket down on the floor so his hands are free, “I could just kiss you, instead, you know?”
“You wouldn’t be so bold?” She tempts, secretly hoping he will.
He tentatively reaches out, placing his beautifully soft hand on her cheek and caressing her skin with his thumb before he starts to lean in. She closes her eyes in anticipation, just mere seconds before their lips touch and like the big bang, universes were created in the pitch-black darkness behind her eyelids. Colours she’s never seen before, feelings she’s only read on pages that surround them, and a warmth in her chest that seems so foreign… yet so right.
He goes to pull away and she leans back in, dropping the blanket in the process to kiss him again and again until his tongue slips past her lips and it's more than just a kiss. It’s the start of something beautiful. Something more than Penelope ever thought possible when her two friends ended up in the same town at the same time.
They’re brought out of the moment by the sound of a woman clearing her throat, “You actually have to buy something you can’t just make out back here.”
“Sorry, sorry.”
“I’m so sorry!”
The two of them rush out with equally guilty mugs. She grabs the first book she see’s, “We’ll take this.”
“I’ll meet you at the register,” the keeper replies rather snidely and over it as she walks away.
Looking down at the book, it’s a poetry book by an author she’s never heard of before. “You know this one?”
Spencer shakes his head, “surprisingly, no.”
She picks up the blanket again, he grabs the basket and the two of them slowly make their way towards the cash. “Sorry, again,” Y/N says, pressing her lips together awkwardly. “I don’t know where that came from, we really just wanted a book for our picnic.”
“I’ve been in love before, I get it,” she waves it off with a growing smile. “This is a good choice… it’s only 6 dollars as well.”
“I’ve got it,” Spencer steps forward, taking his wallet out of his pocket and handing the woman two 5 dollar bills. “Do you take tips or donations?”
“Always, it keeps the lights on,” she’s happy to take the extra money, exchanging one of the 5’s for 4 1’s and placing them in a jar behind the desk. “Thank you, I hope to see you back here sometime.”
“Definitely, I’d love to have a real look next time,” Spencer teases as Y/N takes the book. He places his hand on her back, “thank you.”
“Have a good rest of your day,” she adds for good measure, following Spencer towards the door.
“You too! And enjoy your picnic!” The lady calls back just before they leave.
“God,” Y/N scolds herself, “I can’t believe that happened.”
“Spencer just laughs, “It’s not that embarrassing… believe me, I’ve walked in on much worse.”
“I can imagine, I mean, Penelope told me about some of your cases,” she says with the roll of her eyes. “I really don’t know how you did it for so long.”
“Honestly, me either,” he agrees with her there. “How much do you know about me? Because she never told me much about you and I’m worried we’re not on even playing grounds…”
“Oh, not much!” She tries to sound as believable as possible. “She basically told me you’re a genius, she loves you like a little brother and some little anecdotes like you were shot in the knee once and were on crutches for months and you wear a lot of purple which I’ve also seen in the Facebook photos she has of you… but nothing super personal.”
“Okay, that’s good then… cause she’s seen me at my worst,” Spencer admits as they make their way toward the park entrance
“She was basically big brother to you guys,” Y/N teases.
Spencer manages to laugh, “Yeah, she was.”
The gates to the park are open, there are children running about cheering with one another while their parents sit on the benches and talk, barely watching on. They pass everyone and head right back to the grassy area behind the playground, past the soccer fields and take cover under a baby Willow tree that still has lots of growing left to do, however, she’s still big enough to cast a good amount of shade on them.
She lays out the blanket perfectly and takes a seat while Spencer gets down on his knees, placing the picnic basket in front of himself. All while they’re still talking about Penelope. He takes out two plastic champagne flutes and hands them to her first, then he sets out the bubbly drink he got, followed by 4 Tupperware containers. “Speaking of which, I called her last night and she told me about your favourite snacks…”
“No way?” She can’t believe it.
He simply nods, a smirk growing, “It would seem you two love food.”
“Well, it’s always late when we call so she’s seen a lot of my nightly snacks,” She admits. “Is that? No way…” She takes one of the containers and opens it up to find little croissant sandwiches. “You want me to fall in love with you? Don’t you?”
He’s startled to hear it and she can’t believe she said it. It was forward and real and incredibly honest. But Spencer nods. Of course, he nods. “Yeah, I do.”
She looks at him like that 'I do' was the big one. The most important one. And to her, it’s almost more important. “Really?”
“I’ve spent most of my life completely alone, I’m tired… and I’m not settling, not at all, no,” he stutters out and worries he’s offended her. “I just mean, I like you, you’re wonderful already and everything I look for in a person and if you loved me I’d be the luckiest man in the world.”
“Wow,” she can’t believe it.
“Sorry—
“No, no,” she reaches out, dropping the container so she could touch his knee instead, “don’t, I’m just shocked, really…”
“Really?”
She nods, “Yeah, not many people have just openly told me that they like me let alone want me to love them?”
“Me either,” Spencer admits. He’s ready to lay his whole heart bare to her. “I really want someone to love me and if that someone was you then I could die happy.”
“Not on my watch,” she manages to smile. “My love means taking care of you. My love includes worrying and obsessing and making you entirely mine… it’s driven people away before we could even start anything real, I don’t want that to happen here.”
“It won’t,” Spencer is quick to reply. “It can’t drive me away, it’s exactly what I want… and I want to love you just the same.”
“You won’t have to try hard,” she teases, smiling up at him. “Come on, get comfortable, grab a sandwich and talk to me. Tell me about yourself and watch it happen.”
“Okay,” he follows her instructions.
He gets comfortable on the blanket, taking off his shoes so he can sit crisscross applesauce and he pours them each a glass of sparkling cider. “I’m sober,” he shares first. “I had some drug problems in my 20’s and I find if I avoid all substances, except coffee, then I won’t slip.”
“Wise man,” she compliments. “I don’t drink either, mostly cause drinking alone is sad and I don’t like how it makes me feel.”
“And I picked this pinky one cause of the line in Paris…” Spencer admits which makes her peak right up. “You know, fake wine makes believe it’s champagne…”
“Oh my god, you listened to Midnights?”
He nods, “I went back to listen to Sweet Nothing and thought why not?”
She can’t help but shake her head and smile, “That’s so cute, you have no idea how cool this is for me. No one I know really likes her, everyone acts too cool for Taylor Swift and then you come in and listen to her on your own accord? That’s— that’s everything to me, Spencer.”
“I think she’s amazing, well, so far, at least,” he admits. “I’ve only listened to the one album but it was a great album, I particularly enjoyed Maroon.”
“Her track 2’s are always my favourite,” Y/N raves. “She saves track 5 for her personal favourites or songs that mean the most to her, like on Red there’s this one called All Too Well and it’s originally 5 minutes but on the new recording of Red it’s 10 minutes and it’s so good. It’s insanely beautiful.”
“I can’t wait to listen to it,” he can’t help but smile. “I love listening to you talk about her, you glow.”
“Here,” she pulls out her phone and headphones from her purse and plugs them in. “We can listen to it now if you want?”
“Okay,” he agrees, taking an earbud and placing it in his ear while she moves closer to share the other.
And for 10 minutes they sit there in silence, she eats her sandwich and he listens to the words with the most admiration. The hurt is palpable, the passion is gut-wrenching… he loves it and she can tell from the look on his face. He’s so focused and enthralled. She feels a warmth in her chest that she hasn’t felt before, something in this moment is what makes her really love him. She isn’t just infatuated, he isn’t just cute and nice… he’s special.
“That was amazing—
“I never want to feel like that,” she whispers, staring at him intently. “don’t break my heart, please.”
“I don’t plan to?”
She lets out a deep breath she didn’t mean to hold, “I’ve never dated anyone before because I can’t go through the heartache. She made it seem so fucking awful I never want to feel it.”
“It’s awful,” he admits, all the hurt he’s experienced comes forth, pooling behind his eyes as tears form. “I was in love only once. She died before I could tell her.”
“Oh, Spencer, I’m so sorry,” she can’t believe it. “When?”
“In 2013.”
“Have you been single for 10 years?”
He nods, “Basically. I tried to date before the pandemic but she wasn’t really my type, it was more convenient so it didn’t last.”
“Oh.”
“This isn’t like that,” he assures. “You’re kind and beautiful and you have a normal job and you make people's lives better… you’ve made Penelope’s life better. You are sunshine—
“Do not call yourself midnight rain I will laugh,” she cuts him off, biting back a smirk.”
“I wasn’t,” he laughs too, “but it works here, too.”
“I’m not always sunny,” she adds, making sure he knows that.
“That’s okay,” he’s fine with it, really. “Even on gloomy days, the sun is just behind the clouds.”
She can’t believe he just said that. It’s so beautiful and kind and about her? It makes her just stare at him, mouth opening to say something but nothing comes out. She doesn’t know what to say. “Oh, man… I’m going to fall in love with you so quickly.”
“Me too,” Spencer smiles, reaching out to hold her hand. He grips it tight and doesn’t break eye contact with her, “and I’m excited about it.”
—
He only lives around the corner from her which means they see each other every day for the next week. They wake up at the same time, they get coffee before work, she drops him off at the police station and then she heads to the high school. After school, she goes and picks up something for dinner and he Ubers right to her apartment to eat. They talk well into the night, they listen to music, they watch documentaries and movies and they cuddle… she knows almost everything about him and he knows almost everything about her. He’s going to meet her family in the summer, hopefully, and she’s going to meet Diana in a few weeks.
Being together is the most fun she’s ever had in her entire life.
And while they’re not going on dates to get to know each other, they are dating and Penelope is happy about it for the most part. She’s just upset she lost her nightly chats with Y/N on Zoom. They barely even text now.
When Penny finally does get Y/N on the phone, however, it’s on a night that Spencer has an intense case in Reno. The BAU are back in town… 3 women have died this week, all online sex workers, they never walked the streets and yet that’s where they’ve ended up. It’s heartbreaking.
“I called him today during his break and he just sounded so defeated, it breaks my heart,” Y/N says with her hand over her chest and pleading eyes, “it’s too bad you’re not working with them again.”
“Their new tech guy is good,” Penelope assures her, “and he’s got JJ and Luke with him so he’s fine… he’s more than fine, he’s Spencer.”
She rolls her eyes playfully, “he is fine…”
“You guys really like each other?” Penelope digs, she wasn’t going to pry and press too many questions but she can’t help herself.
Y/N nods, “Yeah… I think I love him.”
“Really?” Penelope lights right up, “Oh my god?”
“I know! It’s been so nice, we were going to go on another date tonight but, you know, duty calls…”
“How many have you had so far?”
“Uh,” Y/N doesn’t really know. “Well, we unpacked boxes last Saturday and then on Sunday we went to the park and I’ve seen him every day this week…”
“I know,” Penelope pretends to be mad about it but she can’t stay fake mad for long. She loves them both too much. “I’ve missed you.”
“I miss you too, I just like cuddles with my boyfriend more…”
“Boyfriend?”
She nods, “Yeah, I think that’s what we are, I mean, we’ve already talked about what we want and he said he wants to fall in love with me so I think that makes us boyfriend and girlfriend?”
“Spencer said that? Shy, nervous, Spencer Reid?” Penelope can’t believe it.
She can’t help but laugh, “Yeah, I guess that’s him… I don’t know, he’s a lot less shy with me.”
“Have you—
“No, no, not yet,” she waves her hands in front of the screen and looks panicked. “No. We haven’t even talked about it yet.”
“No?”
She shakes her head, “No… I mean, I want to and we’ve had some nice make-out sessions but we haven’t done anything more than kiss.”
“Wow,” Penelope is genuinely shocked. “I thought you would’ve jumped him by now.”
“Hey,” she says with a cheeky smile. “I have self-control… so does he, I guess cause he hasn’t even tried to cop a feel or anything, he’s super reserved.”
“Well yeah he’s spent 40 years being a virgin,” Penelope says without any malice, she’s just stating a fact. “He’s used to things not going there. I think you have to make the move.”
“I was thinking that too,” she doesn’t sound excited about it. “I’m just really scared even though I know I shouldn’t be when it’s Spencer. He’s going to be very sweet and he’s already told me he thinks I’m beautiful and I feel it around him… it’s just so nerve-wracking.”
“I was still a teenager when I had sex the first time and it was so scary, I wish I waited,” she really emphasizes Wish. “I wish I was mature and chose someone good and deserving and I wish he cared about me. But you have all those things right now, it’ll be worth it now.”
“I know,” she tries her hardest to believe her. “I know it’ll be okay… it’s just the anticipation feels more like anxiety.”
“Which is totally normal, but it’ll go away when it happens, believe me.”
“I do.”
—
Spencer's cause goes on another 4 days. She brings him coffee and donuts after work, she meets his friends and ex-collogues and she understands now why he had to get out of it all. Emily is just a few years older than him and fully grey, JJ sneaks out to make phone calls to her family who she doesn’t see as often as she wants and Luke is still single no matter how hard he tries. The job takes things from them.
She gives him a hug before she leaves each time, never a kiss, that would embarrass him in front of his new co-workers and his old ones would never let him live it down. So he gets just a hug. It’s long, they linger and then she goes home.
It’s weird being home without him now that he’s been there often. She misses him dearly, every day. All through the weekend, he works. And then the case ends on a Tuesday at 3 in the morning and stays up just for her. He buys them coffee, he walks to her place and he knocks on her door right at 6:30, 15 minutes after he knows her alarm has gone off.
She opens the door dazed and confused. “What are you doing here?”
“I missed my best friend.”
“Get in here,” she tugs him inside and makes him put the coffees down so she could have a proper welcome.
She cups his face in her hands and kisses him with so much force and passion, it startles him. But he kisses her back. He wraps her up in a big hug, bringing her in closer, he deepens the kiss with the swipe of his tongue and she pushes him back against her door. It’s as fiery as the first time, it’s better than the kiss in the bookstore, there’s so much more feeling in it now.
His hand roams up the flat of her back, over her shoulders and rests on the nape of her neck. His thumb caresses the skin under her ear, causing her to moan into the kiss and pull away, embarrassed. Her eyes go wide and she stutters on her way to find an excuse but Spencer just smiles, still caressing her, he brings his other hand up to cup her cheek, “It’s okay… you’re so cute.”
Her cheeks heat up and she feels bashful as all hell. “Shut up,” is all she can manage to say. “I’m still half asleep, I mean, you should be lucky I already brushed my teeth before you surprised me.”
“Mm,” Spencer hums, running his tongue over his teeth, “that’s why you’re so minty.”
She just pulls away and reaches for her coffee, “And now I can’t drink this until the minty-ness goes away, so thank you.”
“Should I go awa—
“No,” she rushes out. “No, you can stay. I can drive you home on my way to work.”
“Okay,” he can’t help but giggle a bit as he makes his way closer to her, reaching out for her waist. “You like me…”
“Shush!” She swats him away, “I have to get ready, don’t tempt me.”
“Just one more kiss? Come on, isn’t it the deal that I compliment you and you kiss me?” He begs. “You’re so beautiful and smart and lovely—
She steps closer to him and presses her lips right to his only to pull back just as fast. He cups her face in his hands and stops her from moving away too fast and peppers kisses to her lips. “Spence— Spencer!” She giggles while trying to pull away, “Seriously, I have to go to work!!”
“Fine,” Spencer sighs as he lets her go, only to pull her back in for one last kiss. “Okay, now you can go.”
She just laughs as she pulls away and heads back to her room, “Come on, you can sit in my room while I get ready.”
“Really?” He follows even though he doesn’t believe her.
“Why not?” She doesn’t see why it’s a big deal, “I’m just doing my makeup and then I have to pick an outfit and I’ll change in the bathroom?”
“Okay, yeah, sorry I just thought you meant you’d change in front of me and I didn’t think we were there yet?”
“Oh, no,” she agrees. Taking a seat at her little makeup desk, she turns to him. “When do you think we should be ready for something like that?”
“When do you want to?” He questions her right back.
She shrugs, “I don’t know… this Saturday is 2 weeks of us being together so, I mean, most couples start moving further around then?”
“We’re not most couples,” he reminds her.
“What do you mean?”
“Well,” Spencer hesitates, he looks a little nervous but he sits on the end of her bed anyway. “I’ve never had sex before… I’ve wanted to, I’ve tried.”
“I’ve never even tried,” she’s incredibly honest. “Making out is as far as I’ve gone with anyone.”
“Really?” He almost can’t believe it. “Why?”
She shrugs, “I’m over-emotional and incredibly soft. I can’t do one-night stands and I’ve never trusted anyone enough to experiment before.”
“Oh,” Spencer softens, “you feel safe with me?”
She nods, “Extremely.”
He gets up and wraps his arms around her, resting his cheek against the top of her head. She snuggles into him and holds onto one of his forearms, they both sigh. Completely content with one another.
—
They agreed to try and go further on Friday night. They both have weekends off, so they could spend the whole weekend together if they wanted to.
And when Friday comes, she isn’t nervous. It’s just a Friday.
She placed an order for Chinese food when she got home from work and texted Spencer right after so he could get it on his way over. It was closer to his place and convenient this way and he just liked to get it for them. And while he’s on his way, she takes the time to bring out some comfy blankets to put on the couch for their cuddles later and she lights some candles and turns on her fairy lights. Her whole living room is set in a soft, romantic mood with the hopes that they could do more than just cuddle tonight…
Spencer knocks 3 times to let her know it’s him and then he walks in, “Hey, so they ran out of spring rolls but they gave us egg rolls instead, is that cool?”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” she doesn’t care, rushing over to the door she takes the bags from him and puts them on the table by the door instead.
He slips out of his shoes and puts them beside hers, then he takes his bag off and places it beside his shoes, next he takes off his coat and hangs it up. He even locks her front door for her, these are all things he’s used to doing after 2 weeks of visiting. She clears her throat when he takes too long to turn back to her, “excuse me, I’m waiting,” she teases.
“Sorry,” he steps closer to her and places his hand on her cheek as he leans in for his welcome home kiss. It’s a new tradition that she loves so much and clearly he does too as she can feel him smile through the kiss. He kisses her once, twice and a 3rd time just because he can, “there, happy?”
She shakes her head and cups both his cheeks, pulling him in for a longer, more passionate kiss. His hands go to her waist, holding her closer to his body, he wraps her up in a hug as well. She pulls back with an audible “mwah,” and a smile on her own face. “Now I’m happy.”
“You’re so cute,” he compliments. “I missed you so much today.”
“I missed you, handsome,” she compliments right back. “Um, I missed you so much I was wondering if maybe you’d want to stay over tonight?”
“Oh?” He’s only slightly surprised, “yeah, I’d like that… I just need to check my bag, hold on.”
“Okay?” She’s a little confused about why he has to, but she doesn’t ask any questions. She just watches him open up his satchel and search the pockets.
“Oh, good,” he says with relief in his voice as he pulls out a bottle of pills and his toothbrush. “I haven’t told you yet, but I’m on antidepressants… I take them every night before bed.”
“That’s nothing to be ashamed of,” she says without a second thought. “Do they help?”
He nods, putting them back in his bag until later, “Yeah, I like them.”
“Good, now, come on,” she grabs the bag of food and makes her way over to the kitchen so she can start dishing everything out. “Did you check that they had everything?”
“You bet, after they forgot the red sauce last time I’m never not checking the bag again,” he says as he follows her.
They spend a few minutes in the kitchen as they fill their plates with a variety of food. Spencer opts for a fork while she uses the chopsticks provided in the bag and then they move back to the living room. They put their plates on the coffee table and sit down criss-cross apple sauce together on the floor in front of the couch. The remote is on Spencer's side of the table, and the TV is on and ready for them to pick a show, but instead, Spencer asks how her day went.
“Oh, it was okay with my juniors we worked on SAT prep and then with my 3 freshman classes we worked on their independent study unit and I’m now considered the cool teacher cause I let them listen to their music while they read,” she shares with a smile. “And then for my spare I filled in for Miss Tyndall, the arts teacher, so we watched a David Bowie doc while they all worked on different projects.”
“Sounds like a fun day,” Spencer loves to listen to her talk about it all. “You’d be my favourite teacher too.”
“I know,” she can’t help but smile. “How was your day?”
He shrugs, taking a forkful of fried rice, he covers his mouth with his hand while he talks, “It was okay, no one died so that’s a bonus.”
For the rest of their meal, they share little stories, about their day and things they heard on the news or on TikTok, funny anecdotes and memories from their separate pasts. It’s nice. She could listen to him all day and he felt the same. When their plates are empty, they both lean back against the couch and Spencer turns to stare at her with so much love in his eyes.
“I’m really enjoying my nights with you,” he shares, and in the silence, she feels it. But he says it anyway, “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she says and a feeling of relief flows out of her in the form of a sigh. Her shoulders drop, and she looks over at him with a sweet smile, silent as they take in the moment. “I love you so much.”
He places his hand on top of hers, both of them are in too much of a food coma to move closer or kiss or anything. They just hold hands and stare at each other.
“I get it now,” she whispers. “I understand what she’s been singing about all these years… this feeling right here. It’s worth the heartbreak, I think.”
“I can’t tell the future, but I know I never want to leave you,” Spencer replies, voice equally as soft. “I want everything with you.”
Her heart starts to beat out of her chest but she knows she has to ask it. “Would you be my first?”
“Only if you’d be mine?”
She nods, tears bubbling behind her eyes, and she squeezes his hand. “I’d love nothing more… but I’m in a food coma right now.”
Spencer breaks out in a burst of historical laughter first, causing her to laugh just as hard and lean into his shoulder.
“Well, then it’s a good thing we have all weekend,” Spencer finally says, he wraps his arm around her and holds her close.
“Even if we don’t do it tonight, do you want to sleep in my bed with me?”
He nods against her, “Yeah… I’ve been thinking about that a lot actually. It’s really hard to leave here in the middle of the night knowing you’re sleeping alone in there when we were just cuddling right here,” he motions to the couch. “I want to wake up with you next to me every morning.”
The warmth that fills her stomach is a mixture of extreme happiness but also anxiety… it’s almost too good to be true. She pulls away and looks up at him with fearful eyes, “is it normal to fall in love this fast?” The words just tumble out of her.
Spencer shrugs, “I mean… I’ve always heard the saying ‘when you know, you know’ and I’ve read a lot about love at first sight and the way we pick our mates based on familiar facial structures that make us feel safe… and I’ve been in love before and I never met her—
“But I understand why you loved her, she was the only person in your life other than your mother to truly take care of you and listen…” Y/N cuts him off, remembering the night he told her all about Maeve.
“Yeah, and from the first day I met you, you’ve done the same,” Spencer reminds her. “You brought me muffins so that I’d have something to eat before work and you wanted to help me unpack and every day since you have cared for me more than anyone I know. Onto of that you’re beautiful and easy to talk to and you’re not only wonderful to me, but to everyone, you know. It wasn’t hard for me to love you, I’m just surprised you love me.”
“Why?”
“Well, for starters I’m a 42-year-old man who’s spent the last 20 years of my life hunting serial killers and I had a drug problem and I’ve killed people and I was in prison… you know everything and you still love me?” Spencer really can’t believe it.
“Mhm, I love you because despite all that shit that’s happened to you, you still have a sweet smile and a big heart and the best mind I know,” Y/N confirms everything he needed to know. “I love you because you’re you. There’s no other reason.”
He cups her cheek and looks at her with the softest expression known to man, “I’m going to love you forever.”
“Show me?” she whispers, pleading with her eyes to know just how much he loves her.
“Do we just leave our plates here?” He teases, going to stand up.
“I guess we can put them away,” she agrees, she moves to her knees and gathers up her own plate while Spencer does the same with his.
They meet again in the kitchen, placing both plates in her dishwasher, she turns to the leftovers and starts to pack them away while Spencer moves back over to his bag. He grabs his phone and something else while she’s not looking and he opens up Spotify. He doesn’t have many songs saved to his account, just some classical music and the most important song… Sweet Nothing.
She turns to him within milliseconds, “Spence?”
He places his phone on the counter and hands her a little rock, one he picked up on his walk over to see her before work last week. He never had the time to give it to her between all their kissing and her getting ready for work. “Here… it’s only May but I can get you another rock in July.”
She doesn’t want to speak or she’ll cry, but she manages to say: “okay,” as she takes it from him and steps into his space to dance again. In her kitchen this time…
She rests her head on his shoulder, his arms around her waist, they sway to the sound of the music and hold each other close. And then he kisses her shoulder and the side of her neck up to her ear. He cups her face in his hand and stares into her eyes, “bedroom?”
“Bedroom,” she agrees, taking his hand in hers, she leads him back into her room and turns on just the one table lamp she has beside her bed, “should we light candles and stuff?”
“Do you want to?”
She shrugs, “I don’t know, isn’t that what people do when they have special sex?”
“Special sex?”
“You know, first times, birthday sex, anniversary sex… emotional sex,” she redefines what she meant and surprisingly she isn’t embarrassed.
“Candles would be nice, then,” Spencer agrees with a smile. “Do you have condoms? Are you on the pill?”
She smirks, “I bought some condoms on Tuesday after work.”
He watches her open her bedside table and take out the box of condoms and a lighter, she hands him the condoms, “Here.”
“Thanks,” he reads them over, latex-free, real feel, they’d work perfectly.
While he’s reading over the box, she lights a few candles in her room and he takes a seat on the side of her bed, watching her. When she returns to him, she stands between his legs and rests her hands on his shoulders. “You’re sure?”
“Absolutely,” Spencer smiles up at her and reaches out to hold her hips. He plays with the hem of her shirt, “how do you want to do this?”
“Can we strip down to our underwear and get into bed and kiss for a bit and see where it goes?”
“Of course, yeah, that sounds good,” Spencer agrees, he pushes up her shirt and she lifts her arms to help. Spencer has to stand up to pull it all the way off and then he looks down at her in her bra. “wow…”
“Thanks,” she smirks, shaking her head as she reaches for his shirt to undo the buttons, “they’re just boobs…”
“Just boobs,” he repeats with a small chuckle. “I’ll have you know everything about you is spectacular.” And with a rush of confidence, he cups both breasts with his hands, he runs his thumbs over where her nipples are hidden under the fabric and she has to bite her lip so she doesn’t moan.
“Do you like that?”
She nods and pushes his shirt off his shoulders until it's discarded on the floor. “Yeah. I don’t think you’ve ever noticed but… your hands… I watch them when you talk and when you’re tracing a page as you read really fast and you use two fingers instead of one and I’ve wanted you to touch me from the moment I saw you.”
“Mmm,” he turns her around and motions for her to get on the bed and she moves quickly, she’s resting her head on the pillows when he’s suddenly hovering over her.
He runs his pointer finger from her chin, down her neck and between the crease of her breasts before cupping them both again and places kisses on her exposed chest. She arches into the contact and his hands follow both her arms until his fingers are interlocked with hers. Holding them over her head as he kisses her neck and shoulder.
“So beautiful,” he whispers, “how’d I get so lucky?”
“We have a great mutual friend, remember?” She teases,
He groans “Don’t mention her when I’m about to go down on you…” he says as he nibbles at her skin and it makes her moan, grinding her hips up against him, she wants him so bad but she still has her pants on. He sits on his knees between her spread legs and undoes the button as she lifts her hips, helping him glide them down her legs and off. He tosses them to the floor and goes right back in, gripping her by the hips he leans down and kisses her stomach… something she never thought any man would do.
He wants her just as bad as she wants him and it’s prevalent in the way his eyes are blown out as he looks up at her, pleading with his eyes, all he says is “Can I?” And she nods. He pulls her underwear down and tosses them off only to lift one and kiss from her ankle and all the way up to her knee and then he dips in closer, smothering her inner thigh with kisses and nips and then he sucks a deep purple mark into her skin, lapping over it with his tongue before blowing on it softly.
“Holy fuck,” she moans as he gets closer to her pussy and all she wants is his hands on her.
Almost like he reads her mind, he moves to the other leg and hurries along until he’s kissing right along where her underwear used to meet her thigh. Then, he spreads her pussy and licks a broad stripe along her cunt. He presses a kiss to her clit next as she bucks her hips into the sensation, “Oh my god, Spence?”
“Shh,” he whispers, looking up at her from between her legs like a man starved. “Just enjoy it, I’ve always wanted to do this.”
She’s so turned on from the teasing alone, and then he adds a finger, he gently circles it around her hole before inserting it slowly, seeing how much give she has before he takes it all. The feeling of his tongue on her is unlike anything she’s ever felt before, he’s soft yet rough and sweet yet disgusting with the noises he’s making. She can’t help reaching out and gripping his hair as her hips lift from the bed again. With only one free hand, he pushes her back down against the bed and she whines. When he adds a second finger, the stretch isn’t too much to handle, he’s so much better with his hands than she figured he’d be as he finger fucks her. His tongue on her clit and freehand trails from her hip up to grip her tit as he grinds against the mattress, he’s so into it she’s worried he might not get to really fuck her.
“Spencer,” she pants, “holy fuck Spence, please, oh my god,” she can barely make it through the sentence when his fingers curl and her legs tremble.
“Cum for me,” he growls against her and her body listens as she jolts forward and she feels the rush flow through her bloodstream.
“Oh!” she cups her breast and arches her back, oblivious to how he watches her while still lapping at her clit.
When it gets to be too much for her, she grips his hair tighter and pulls him off, “fuck me, now… please?”
“Is it an order or a suggestion,” he teases as he kisses back up her body with his glistening and wet lips, “well?”
“Please?” She looks at him with the sweetest, most fucked out expression. “That was amazing, baby.”
“Fuck,” he groans and drags himself off the bed so he can push his pants and boxers off in one fell swoop. Now, only in his mismatched socks, he doesn’t really have the time to take them off as he reaches for the abandoned box of condoms at the foot of her bed.
She watches contently as he hastily rips it open and rolls it on before he gets back on the bed. He gets right back to where he was, between her legs, he places his hands on her knees and soothes them down her inner thighs, “you sure?”
She nods, “I’m ready.”
“Okay,” he says with a deep breath, readying himself in the meantime, he grips himself at the base and pushes the head into her, inch by inch, he watches as her mouth opens in a silent gasp.
“My god…” he coos, “it’s like you were fuckin made for me.”
She’s speechless, reading out for more of him, she’s desperate for his touch. Her hands land on his hips, his skin is so soft and warm and then they’re flush together. He bottoms out and stills, he drops down so that they’re chest to chest and she cups his face instead, “Hi…”
“Hi,” he manages to laugh, holding himself up with one arm, his other hand pushes her hair back off her forehead and stays there. “I love you.”
“I love you,” she says as she pulls him in for a kiss, tasting herself on his tongue, he collapses onto her and wraps his arm around her, angling her hips up as he starts to thrust.
The kiss gets hungrier, and they moan into each other as he picks up the pace, really fucking her just like she asked him to. She has no idea where this side of him came from but she can’t explain how much she likes it, the hand that was once in her hair is now pushed into the pillow, bracing himself as he hovers and fucks her deeply.
She absentmindedly runs her hand along his forearm and takes his hands in hers, interlocking their fingers before he holds it over her head again and fucks into her with vigour. Her legs wrap around him, every trust grinds his pubic bone against her clit and she’s still so sensitive, she’s so incredibly close that all she can do is sloppily kiss him and moan into his mouth.
His hips snap faster and faster as he fucks her and she can’t hold back anymore when she tosses her head back and sucks him in more. “Oh my god,” and “Holy fuck,” is all she can say, making him smirk.
He’s trying his hardest to keep his composure, breathing quickly, it’s the best workout he’s ever had trying to keep the pace and please her right. “I might,” he says between pants, “I might last a while… cause my meds—
“I don’t care,” she uses her free hand to cup his cheek again, “I want to stay here forever, holy shit.”
“Yeah?”
She tosses her head back again, “Oh my god, yeah!”
He just laughs and it’s the sexiest thing she’s ever heard. She’s right there at the edge when he retrieves his hand from behind her back and rubs his thumb over her clit, “you can cum, if you want.”
“No, no, it’s fine,” she says, running her hand down his chest and looking between them to see what he’s doing, “I want to finish with you.”
His grip on the hand she’s holding gets tighter, he’s sweaty and losing stamina and nowhere close to being done. “Do you want to switch positions?” She asks, “It’s okay?”
“Can we?” He slows to a stop, “you’re okay with that?”
“Spence, I love you,” she reminds him, “It’s fine, it’s better than fine, actually… I’ve heard all my friends talk about dudes who last 5 seconds, this is more than I ever expected.”
“I’m just anxious, you can see why I take them,” he gets all blushy and bashful as he lets go of her hand, pulls out and sits back up on his knees.
She sits up too, taking her bra off in the process. She tosses it to the floor and his jaw drops when he sees her naked chest, “fuck..” He mumbles under his breath.
“Here, you sit up against the headboard,” she suggests, moving out of the way so he can take her place.
Once he’s settled she straddles his hips and takes his cock in her hand, angling it toward her entering as she sits upon it. Once he’s fully inside she drapes her arms around his shoulders and smiles at him, “We can do it this way… now you’ve got a face full of tits.”
His hands soothe down her bare back down to her hips, he licks his lips as he looks at them and helps her glide her body against his. “My god,” he all but moans, watching her boobs jiggle as she starts to really ride him.
“You’re so deep,” she moans, tossing her head back again to free up her neck, he pulls her in and kisses her from her shoulder up to her ear, lighting sucking at her earlobe, he brings his hand up to cup her cheek and ends up gripping her hair at the nape of her neck and pulling her to the side so he can messily smother her in kisses. “No marks, I have teenagers to teach, ‘member? They’re fucking ruthless.”
“Mhm,” he mumbles, too into it to really care, his other hand reaches down to thumb at her clit, he’s getting close and she wants to finish with him.
He finally does cup her face with the hand that was just in her hair, he caresses her cheek with his thumb, pulling her back in for a kiss that’s all tongue. She moans into his mouth, running her hands down his chest, she uses his as leverage to keep pushing back before grinding down on him, he’s right against her g-spot and so fucking deep she can feel him everywhere, “Spence,” she whines, pulling back from the kiss, “are you close?”
“Uh-huh,” he pulls her back in, kissing her deeper, he wraps both his arms around her back and lifts her up, laying her back against the bed and slams his hips into hers over and over.
Her back arches again and she opens her mouth in a silent moan, it’s so good she can barely breathe. She reaches out for him, gripping his biceps, he attacks her neck again, covering her in sloppy kisses and hot breath. His pelvic bone grinds against her clit, again and again, bringing her right to the edge again until she finally peaks, moaning, she arches her back as her orgasm rushes through her but he doesn’t stop. He fucks her through it, chasing his own high.
“Fuck, I love you, I love you so much,” he mumbles, through his last few thrusts, and then he stills with a groan, filling the condom, he drops down against her.
they’re a ball of limbs, holding each other so close she doesn’t know where she ends and he begins. He buries his face in her neck, still kissing her, she holds him tighter, “I love you so much, too, Spencer.”
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not my husband (austin butler)
summary: it's your first night out since having ines and in your drunken state you're surprised to find that the attractive man looking after your baby has the same name as your husband.. and looks a lot like him too
request: I was wondering if you could please please write an imagine going out drinking with friends and Austin coming to pick you up and telling him you have a boyfriend. He said it’s him, and his name and being super drunk telling him your boyfriend has the same name. Basically being super drunk and Austin having a way harder time than originally expected but finds it hilarious and cute?
authors note / warnings: mentions of alcohol! i changed this request slightly, because I see boyfriend!austin and raise you husband!austin- I hope you love it!! <3 also planning on writing 'going method' soon which should be fun!!
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You were concerned earlier on in the night that you wouldn't be able to leave Ines at home with Austin. However, now was a different story. Skulling your drink on the sidewalk, whiskey dribbling down your chin, your Uber approaching at an alarmingly fast rate. Your stamina since being pregnant had dwindled immensely when it came to alcohol, so you abandoned the half empty glass on a nearby table outside of the restaurant you had eaten at.
Your friends weren't in much better states. One of them having to be picked up earlier on in the night, they didn't make it to the main course. Sure, you were still periodically checking your phone, updates coming from Austin on an hour rotation- selfies of him and Ines beginning to fill up your text chain. But seeing all your friends again and being able to let go was enough of a distraction from how much you missed your husband and daughter.
So as you stumbled into the Uber, you couldn't help but be filled with warmth as you thought about how you would soon be snuggled up on the couch with them both.
You thanked the driver before getting out of the car, the yellow light coming from your living room made you feel happy to be home. The door was left unlocked for you, which was helpful because you didn't have to fumble with your keys to get inside. You kicked off your heels and left them in the doorway as you shut the front door behind you.
"Hey pretty mama," A man's voice startled you. You turned around to meet soft blue eyes that could still pierce a soul and lips that could've been crafted by the Gods. "How was your night?" He came over to you and leant in for a kiss.
"Um- no," You pulled away suddenly before his lips could touch yours, "I can't kiss you,"
Austin's face dropped, confusion flooded his features. "What, why?" He asked.
"You're really cute, but-" You sighed with wide eyes, dumbfounded that someone would try this with you- "I'm married,"
Austin had to stop himself from bursting out in laughter. Your slurred words and smudged mascara under your eyes, showed him that you were drunk- but he didn't think you were that drunk.
"And we have a baby together, like I'm wearing a wedding ring!" You held the wrong hand up for a moment before switching to show your ring to Austin, he stifled a laugh. "I can't believe you would hit on a married woman? Who does that?" You scoffed, "You're lucky that Austin isn't here," You slurred.
"Baby baby baby," Austin said as he rested his hands on your upper arms, rubbing them up and down to soothe you in your drunken state, "I'm Austin,"
You stood there for a moment, just looking at him- expression blank. "It's a very common name," You shrugged. Austin couldn't help himself, he let a laugh erupt from his chest. "Shh!" You scolded him, "My daughter is probably asleep right now," Your arms were suddenly crossed over your chest, "My poor husband had her all alone tonight,"
"Mama, I am your husband- I know I had her alone," He was bewildered with the fact that his wife was so intoxicated that she was having trouble recognising him. "It's just me, baby"
You let Austin take you into his arms, he held up your head as you gazed up at him. "Oh my god, Austin!" You smiled, your voice coated with relief as you realised who was holding you. "How are you?"
"I'm good baby," He chuckled, his smile reaching his eyes, "You had a good night?"
"Yeah," You nodded slowly, your eyes were beginning to flutter, "I had a great night, but I missed you and Nezzie a lot,"
"We can go see Nezzie and then get you into bed," He nodded, "Sound like a plan?" Austin asked, admiring your flushed cheeks.
"Definitely,"
#Austin butler#austin butler imagine#austin butler one shot#austin butler drabble#austin butler x reader#austin butler fluff#elvis 2022#celeste writes fics
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Material Boy
(This one is available on AO3)
When he’s not busy being a vigilante, Tim likes to think that he’s a pretty simple guy. He has normal, civilian friends. He's awkward when he talks to people he wants to bang. He likes skateboarding and playing Warlocks & Warriors. He dropped out of high school.
He also, like many kids of his generation, grew up collecting superhero merchandise and memorabilia.
And yes, maybe he never got out of the habit of collecting super-trinkets even after joining the vigilante game — a fact he keeps between himself and God, he can only imagine how much shit Steph and the others would give him if they knew — but it's not like he steals stuff from the heroes he knows. He just... buys things. A lot of things.
Which brings him to his current problem: the amount of merchandise created depends a lot on a hero's popularity. This means that Superman has insane amounts of merch. Wonder Woman and Batman too, to a lesser extent. In Gotham, Robin does pretty well for kids' stuff, and Nightwing has inspired more than one, uh, adult line of toys.
…But Red Hood? As tacky as brands can get with their products, they know better than to create merch of mass murdering rogues and villains, and unfortunately people aren't sure whether Red Hood qualifies a good guy. This means that Tim's haul is Very Poor when it comes to Hood. Which is an issue on account of Tim's massive crush on Jason.
How is a man supposed to pine in dignity when he can't even find a decent body pillow to warm his lonely bed? How?!
Tim obviously has to fix this problem. He has to rehabilitate Red Hood and ensure a steady supply of bling for his display cases. And shelves. And furniture. And possibly wardrobe, he's not picky.
He has to.
Which is why he ends up raving about Red Hood, his crime-fighting exploits, and his charity work on social media. He uses all of his covers' accounts and even creates a few more, enthusing people and posting praise until, finally, his amateur PR campaign snowballs.
He knows his job is done when his hashtags start trending outside of the Gotham metro area, and the first Red Hood plushie comes out of Build-A-Bear.
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Jason is bemused when he first gets wind of his rising popularity. Sure, it's nice to be appreciated and the genuine testimonials from Gothamites warm the cockles of his dead, dead heart, but where did the hype come from? And why are people trying to ask him for autographs? He's a crime lord! He's dangerous and scary, and people should definitely not feel comfortable enough to ask him for selfies!
…Oh fuck, is that it? Is someone trying to sabotage his reputation?
Disturbed, Jason reaches out to Oracle for some help with finding the person behind this heinous plan. He's not entirely sure why Babs laughs for five minutes straight after hearing his question, but she eventually tells him that the original accounts extolling his virtues belong to Red Robin's covers.
Shrugging to himself, he suits up and heads to Tim's nest. He busts in, ready to deliver the wrath of the Hood on Tim for making him look like a hero when he's a Very Mean, Very Dangerous Badass… only to find Tim eating Froot Loops out of some violently lime liquid, while wearing what looks like chibi Red Hood pajamas, complete with little cat ears over the stylized helmet.
Suffice to say, that display takes the wind out of Jason's sails. He holsters his weapons back and takes off his helmet so Tim can properly appreciate how appalled he is before speaking.
"Okay, what the fuck, Timbo?"
Tim blinks. "You wanna be a bit more specific there?"
"I wouldn't even know where to start. Just. What the fuck."
"Well, I'm having dinner?" Tim tries, shoving a spoonful of cereal in his mouth.
"Froot Loops in, what is that, cucumber juice? That's dinner?" Jason stares harder.
Tim swallows his spoonful thickly. "It's Mountain Dew, actually."
"Okay but that's worse. You get how that's worse, right?"
"Did you seriously come here to talk about my meal plans?"
"I came here to ask why you decided to ruin my street cred, and to kick your ass—" Jason winces as Tim eats another mouthful, "—but apparently you're doing a great job at hurting yourself on your own."
Tim gives him a blank look. "I ruined your street cred? How?"
"You told people I'm a hero," Jason says accusingly.
"Ah, I see what the problem is. Look, Jason, this might come as a shock to you and I understand if you need to take a minute to process this very new piece of information but… you are a hero, dumbass."
Jason seriously considers throwing his helmet at Tim but, with the state Tim is in, he's pretty sure it would feel like pouring water on a drowning man.
"I'm not the kind of hero they make jammies of! I mean, what the fuck are you even wearing?"
Tim pulls on his shirt to show off the design, perking up. "These? They're Red Catting Hood limited edition PJs. They're cute, right?"
You're cute, Jason mutters under his breath, before taking a few menacing steps forward. "They're ridiculous. I'm not a cat. And I'm definitely not cute."
"We're going to have to agree to disagree there."
Jason stares at him. "You think I'm cute?"
"No, I think you're a cat," Tim deadpans, still eating his disgusting mixture.
"I… I tried to kill you, remember?!"
"Yeah, you did. And now I have little cartoon kitties of you on my jim-jams. Life's full of curveballs, isn't it?"
Jason is pretty sure he's having a minor breakdown in Tim's kitchen. He opens and closes his mouth silently several times, confusion robbing him of his words. Tim watches him for a couple of minutes, then he stands up and shuffles closer to pat him on the back.
Jason lets out a very unmanly squeak of horror when he spots matching Red Catting Hood slippers on Tim's feet.
Tim shushes him. "Hey, it's okay, dude. I understand that you don't know how to deal with people expressing positive emotions in your direction after getting the Bruce special growing up, but it's gonna be fine. Just breathe. You'll get used to it."
Jason stares at Tim with wide eyes. Then he gently takes him by the shoulders.
"Timmers. Tim. You crazy little birdie. Telling me I'm cute, talking about emotions... Are you okay? Is this a cry for help? Talk to me."
"You ask me that now?" Tim gives him a judgmental look. "I can't believe that's where you draw the line. I mean, where's your 'Be my Robin' enthusiasm?"
"It drowned in your bowl of Mountain Dew next to the Froot Loops. No, but seriously. If I'm your last resort, then you can tell me what's wrong. No need for tacky PJs, I'll listen."
Tim's eyes narrow. "Okay, then listen to this. First of all, my PJs aren't tacky. Second, I like you, dumbass, and yeah, I think you're cute. And third, I hyped you up on social media because I wanted Red Hood merch for my collection."
Jason takes a second to let that confession wash over him. He regrets removing his helmet. He's blushing, he knows he's blushing. In fact he must have been a redhead in another life, because he must be reminiscent of a tomato at this point, and oh no. He's a grown-ass man, why is he blushing like a nerd for this incredibly sleep-deprived, adorable maniac?
"You have a collection?" he squeaks.
"Uh, yeah. I started it when I was 4." Tim raises his eyebrows. "But nevermind that, are you seriously going to leave me hanging? I just told you I like you, man."
"I don't know what to say," Jason chokes out. "This... You're—I'm not good for you."
"Sorry but the entire internet would disagree. You're a hero, remember? And I can take care of myself, thank you very much. I don't need to be patronized."
Jason gestures at Tim's dinner. "That is demonstrably false."
Tim pouts. "Well. If you were my boyfriend, you could make sure I eat properly."
"Is that what you want? To be my b—" Jason's voice breaks. He swallows before trying again. "To be my boyfriend?"
"I mean, yeah?" Tim shrugs. "That's not why I hyped you up, I'm not kidding about the merch thing. But. Yeah. That would be… Good. Nice."
"Oh."
"Is that something you'd like too?"
Jason licks his lips. "Yeah, I—I think so. Yeah. There's just one thing though..."
Hope sparkles in Tim's eyes. "What?"
"It's just... I can't let people think you like me more than I like you."
"What does that mean?"
"It means—" Jason tugs on the fabric of Tim's PJs, "—that for every Red Hood item you own, you have to get me some matching Red Robin merch."
Tim grins a wide, bright, genuine smile that almost offsets the deep purple bruising under his tired eyes. "It's a deal."
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(They show up to the Manor together two months later to announce their relationship. They walk in hand-in-hand, Jason wearing a Red Robin hoodie, Tim in a Red Hood henley. Damian doesn't even have to pretend to gag at the sight.)
#jaytim#jason todd#tim drake#if you're wondering why Tim didn't just commission some artist for Red Hood merch#well that's because he can't flex online about owning limited editions if there's no market other than him#kieran writes
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IDIOT'S UGLY BOOTIFUL FAMILY
girl || Haley [Last Name]
eldest sibling of the [Last Name] family
has anger issues
also has a massive ego
likes to takes selfies but somehow hates getting her pictures taken without permission becuz it 'captures her bad side'
very selective when it comes to men
realized she's a lesbian when she almost had sex with a guy
what happened to guy you ask?
she slapped him and went off to get dressed and yelled that she's a lesbian becuz of him
poor guy
also has a girlfriend named Yuriko
Yuriko's a transfer from Japan and they met when they were working
is Yuriko nice?
i guess u can say she is cuz she's very wifey
will Haley ever propose?
probably
boytoy || Mark [Last Name]
youngest sibling of the [Last Name] family
narcissist
he's pretty and he knows it
sucks ass at sports tho
would be a lady hooker if he can, but [Name] taught him to be a woman respecter since apparently their mom isnt there to teach them how to
is bisexual
sucks at cooking so he always relies on [Name] to cook for him when their dad ain't home back in middle school and high school (since Haley only cooks for herself)
basically relies on [Name] a lot but not so much since he can work fine alone
he just likes companionship
degrading kink haver || Lila [Last Name]
the Aunt of the [Last Name] family (dad's side aka dad's sister)
yes she does have a degrading kink
just lives at a house right next to the [Last Name] residence but stops by often cuz bitch ass Haley won't take care of her siblings correctly
tried teaching Mark how to cook but ended up roasting the egg and its now stuck to the pan
yes
is a gambling addict
but when she wins some big money she'd invite Haley, Mark and [Name] to new amusement parks, shopping, etc etc
other than that a decent aunty
often asks Mark if he scored a lady's cooch cooch
he doesn't
hes a virgin
and Lila is very disappointed in that
dad || Jason [Last Name]
Father of the [Last Name] family
works as a car engineer
is NOT good with words
hated cats but when [Name] visited him with a cat in their arms, immediately bonds
is confused why [Name] is the only one with a Model husband instead of Haley or Mark having a spouse
(tbh he never expected the menace of the family to be happily wedded but good for u)
would be father of the year if only he just be truthful abt their mom
other than that hes a decent dad
cooks for the family, works for the family, (although grocery shopping would be hard but hes trying), and doesn't destroy his kids' mental health
good dad
(his pfp is from [Name], they sent him a cute cat named Maxwell from the internet and he kept using that pfp for almost a year straight)
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SUMMARY II in which, a sassy and bitter househusband, and his beloved, idiotic streamer of a lover got married! what a lovely occasion. now, for the married life in a newer, and bigger apartment.
PAIRINGS || Househusband Scaramouche x Gaming Streamer GN Reader
MASTERLIST || IDIOT GAMER!
FUN FACT !
this story takes place in China, Beijing.
the reason [Name]'s family names are American-styled, it's because Jason is a transfer from America to China for college. He met [Name]'s mom, Lian Hua, by being roommates.
since Lian Hua left the family to pursue her dreams, Jason decided to name his children by American names, solely because he wants to cut any Asian ties that's connected to Lian Hua herself.
he even moved from Shanghai to Beijing because of it.
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Falling in love with James Aubrey after losing Lance Sweets:
Paring: James Aubrey x Hodgins!Reader, previously Lance Sweets x wife!Reader
Summary: learning to fall in love again after your husband Lance passes away. - there will be a part 2!
🩷MasterList 🩷Part 2
you first met James Aubrey when he helped you and your husband Lance figure out who framed your best friend Seeley Booth.
Your first thoughts of him was that he was kinda adorable with his extreme eating habits and goofy personality.
“he's adorable” you whispered to Booth, when you said it back then you didn't mean it as you were attract to him. You ment as if someone called a small child adorable.
What you didn't know was he was smitten when he saw you, he thought you were beautiful and extremely smart. He couldn't stop staring at you and your husband and best friend noticed.
Lance trusted you and it was clear you weren't interested to Aubrey, he let it go and focused on the case. He was still sharp towrds him though, he was checking his wife out after all.
Booth had a different reaction, he thought it was humorous but wanted to Inform him before he started playing with fire. He took Aubry aside without you two knowing “married” he pointed at you, he then pointed to Lance. “husband”
He didn't know why it hurt so much, especially do to the fact you guys just met, but there was something about you and he couldn't get you out of his head. He really tried to let it go but failed, he had a crush on a married woman.
“don't worry” Seeley said, patting his back. “you'll get over it like the rest of them” meaning everyone has had a crush on you at least once.
To make matters worse he was there to witness your husband getting gun down. He felt tears run down his cheek as he watched you hold Lance lifeless body and sob.
“please don't leave me” you cried and rested your forehead on his. “I love you so much” Lance said softly
James didn't know what to do, he wanted to help some how but he only stood there in shock.
Seeley tried to separate you and Lance but you weren't having it. “he's not dying! Please Temperance help me” you cried.
Temperance was trying to hold it together herself. She held back her tears and looked at her husband then back at you. “honey... He's gone”
Seeley made his final good by in privet. “I'll make sure they're alright... Y/n and Charlotte both, I promise to protect them”
And just like that the love of your life was gone, it left a huge whole in your heart and all you wanted to do was avenge Lance.
What hurt you most was telling your daughter Charlotte that her daddy was gone, and on top of that your son hadn't even been born yet.
You stayed strong for your daughter, she had yet to real learn about death. She would have with when her gold fish Gus died but Lance replaced it while she was at preschool. All she knew was her daddy was in Heaven now.
You couldn't sleep on Lance's side of the bed, work got harder, and you just started to drift through time. Your brother Jack got worried about you and asked you and your daughter to move in with him and Angela.
It was a nice change, you got to be with your big brother, who you saw as your hero and Charlotte had the opportunity to grow up with her cousin Michael-Vincent.
A couple months went by and you started to feel better, you knew Lance wouldn't want you to be in so much pain so you tried to just live every day in his name.
Suprisenly James became a good friend to you, for awhile he forgot about his crush on you and just wanted to be there for you and your Daughter.
He made you laugh, the first time you really laughed since Lance passed away was when you went on a case with Seeley and James. It was video game company and James stoped to take a goofy selfie with a bigfoot. Seeley would have told him to knock it off, but it was the first time he heard you laugh in a while and he didn't want to take that away from you.
The more you hung out the more he fell for you and it scared the hell out of him... The both of you. At the time you didn't want another relationship, Lance was the love of your life and you always thought you only get one. You were scared you were giving off the wrong signals to him. Your kindness has been mistaken for flirting before.
Two years passed and your friendship with James only grew stronger. He was their when your son Seeley Lance Sweets was born. He was in the waiting room while your brother and Angela was there comforting you.
James got to be one of the first few to hold little Seeley and was aw struck. Once he saw that little boy he made a promised that he'd protect him and his sister from now on.
People noticed how differently James would treat you. He was naturally a kind man, but with you he treated you like a queen and was always there to protect you if you were out of the lab helping with a case.
He treated your kids like his own, he knew he'd could never replace Lance and he wasn't trying to, but if he need to babyset he would, if they want him read them a story he'll go all out and make difference voices for the characters. He loves your son and daughter.
Then there was the whole sharing food. People knew not to get in between James and his food. Your friends suspected his feelings when they cought you two sharing a plate of fries at the Diner. “that's different” Seeley said.
Hodgins, who just happened to be with him shared a worried look. “you don't think... He would be trying to get close right? She just lost Sweets”
The two didn't try to over think it, Jack knew your stance on a new relationship. He didn't want you to be in anymore pain but he couldn't help question James reasoning, it had only been two years since Lance left.
When the bottled up feelings became too much for James he went to Booth for advice. He was pacing back and forth while also rambling, Seeley tried to keep up as he watched him pace back and forth infront of his desk.
Then it finally clicked. “Wait! Your in love with her!? And she's into you, are you sure?”
“I can't help it.. I would never push her into anything but i cant-” he started but Booth cut him off.
“No, no, no. It's just that Lance was, Lance was perfect for her. I mean, that girl's heart beat for Lance Sweets. It just, it never occurred to me that she would ever be with anyone else.”
James knew how special your relationship with Lance was to you and he respected it. If you two were ment to be he would never be jealous or mad that you'll always love Lance.
But he is human, he would feel a pit in his stomach at the thought his first with you will always be your second with him. You experienced everything that was involved with a relationship with Lance first. Sex, cuddling, having a kid, everything.
Your first reaction to your feelings for him was absolute panic and remorse. You felt you were cheating on Lance or betraying him for having feelings for another. It ate at your already broken heart and you kept it bottled up.
It would go like this, you'd sneek a glance at James, admiring his beautiful eyes and his cute little smile. Then you'd immediately start feeling bad.
Jack caught on, he knew you like the back of his hand and loved you with every fiber of his soul. One day your big brother took you to the side and asked you if you're okay. You broke down in tears and told him how awful you felt.
“buddy, your not cheating on Lance” he said softly. “he would want you to be happy... You lost Lance at such a young age and now Your experiencing something most people wouldn't after losing a spouse, your getting another chance”
You looked at him with tears in your eyes. “what if I lose him too? And I can't expect him to take care of me and my kids? My son didn't even meet Lance”
That became another fear, you were so afraid of losing him too, what if James dies on you too?
“I think you two should have a long serious talk” your brother said.
You took your brother's advance and talked to James, you talked for hours and brought of everything that was on your minds.
“just promise me you will never die on me” you said with tears in your eyes. “I promise” James nodded and slowly leaned in, you mentally panicked and moved you face so his lips landed on your cheek.
“I'm sorry.. I-” he quickly said. You looked at him saddly and pecked his cheek. “I'm just not ready for all that yet”
He nodded “when ever you are... We'll take things slow there's no rush, just know I'll always be there for you and your kids”
It's been a while since you felt so much love and it scared you, you knew you could trust him but there was still fear of losing him if you got too close.
Even if you took things slow you both loved every moment. It was the little things that mattered most, you'd go to New restaurants, watch movies, go to your kids school functions.
James didn't miss a single thing involving your kids, if your daughter had some kinda concert with her class he'd be recording the whole thing. He even got to witness your Son's first steps.
Seeley Lance or LJ has know James all his life so it wasn't a surprise he called James dad, you told him stories of his father, but he couldn't help but see James as father. Charlotte calls him Jamie, she looks up to him and all but in her mind, her daddy is in heaven.
They do have a strong bond though, the little girl loves to be a round him and feels safe with him.
they probably watched every thing episode of Bluey together.
Speaking of which, James did get you and your kids a puppy, a Beagle puppy that your daughter named Bluey.
The first time you ever said I love you was about a year into your relationship, unfortunately it was after a life threatening experience. You went on a case with Booth and you ended up being in a coma for about a week.
You thought you were dying, and this sad thing is you accepted it. While you were under you could have sworn you talked to Lance, you didn't know if it was hallucination or a ghost.
You ran to him and hugged him tight as tears filled both of your eyes. He was so happy and sad to see you, it just wasn't your time.
“our kids need you.. They can't lose both of their parents”
You held his face in your hands and kissed his lips saddly. “you didn't even get to meet your son... He's so much like you”
He smiled. “I know... And couldn't be more prouder of him and Charlotte both, but I know you three are being tooken care of”
Once again you felt a pit in your stomach when you thought about James, you will never be ashamed of falling in love with him. James put your piece back together and helped you heal, but Lance will alway be your first love.
“don't you ever feel bad for falling on love again... You remember the pain you felt when I died?” Lance asked softly, you nodded sadly. “Aubry is feeling that right now, he's so scared of losing you”
You knew he was right, but you still shook your head and cried... All you wanted to do was stay with him forever.
He smiled softly and whipped your tears away. You said 'I love you' one last time before you started to blink back to reality. You took deep breath and looked around the hospital room. Your brother Jack was fast asleep on a couch in the room, Charlotte and Seeley was piled up with him asleep as well.
James was fast asleep next you, he had a chair pulled up to your bed with his head in your lap and his hand holding your. You took your free hand and ran your fingers through his hair softly.
He jolted awake in a panic, he left out a sigh of relief when he saw you smiling softly at him. “your awake” he said with tears pricking his sleep-deprived eyes.
He leaned over and wrapped his arms around you. “I thought I lost you” you placed your hand on his jaw and pulled him towrds you kissing his lips passionately, it was so soft but held so much emotion. “I love you... So much James”
He smiled, you didn't know how long he's been waiting to hear thoughs words. He smiled from ear to ear and kissed you again. “I love you too”
You only pulled away when you hear your kid chearing your name. “mama!” they jumped from Jack's lap and ran to you, giving you a big hug.
You finally had peace and felt you could move on, your life was better knowing Lance and you are better person because of him. Now it's time to start over with a man you knew loved you just as much as Lance did.
#James Aubrey#James Aubrey x reader#James Aubrey imagines#Lance Sweets#Bones TV show#john boyd#Headcanons#Bones headcanons#James Aubrey headcanons#James Aubrey smut#Jeffersonian#Jack Hodgins x Sister!reader
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✧𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍✧
WARNINGS: nothing I know of
✧taglist✧: @heeseung-min @jaeneohee @lovingvoidgoatee @neruishoon (anyone I may have missed)
✧CHAPTER 12✧
Today was a special day for Sunghoon. It's the man's birthday. Y/n had taken him outside for a walk in an empty park, away from potential victims. The girl needed to keep him away from their home so the family can decorate the living room for his surprise party. The girl truly wanted to surprise him as he had been less violent toward her during her pregnancy. Of course Sunghoon knew it was going to happen, what is he, dumb?
So he had gotten rid of all evidence of torture, murder and locked up the basement completely after cleaning it properly. "Babe wanna head to the diner?" Sunghoon asked as the girl nodded "Yeah the babies have me feeling weird today I don't know why" the girl said as she patted her womb. Sunghoon held her hand, smiling as they slowly walked there. She was pretty far long and he didn’t want to take any chances. “What do my angels feel like eating?” Sunghoon asked as y/n smiled.
“Babies want french fries with mango sorbet and mommy wants a salad~” Y/n said as Sunghoon ruffled her hair, he ordered the food, and ordered himself a sloppy joe, as it was the diner’s special. “This diner is super cute~” y/n said “I know right? Very retro style, I heard it;s been up since the early 1980s” he added ”we totally need to take a selfie and send it to Sunoo” the girl snickered as she pulled out her phone to take a selfie with her darling husband. “Say babieeeees” “Babieeees~” he snickered as she took the photo.
“You know what? We should totally bring our girls here once I give birth~” Y/n said “It can be like our little go to place for fast food since we no longer like our old one~” Sunghoon added with a smile. “I’m so glad you’re taking me out like this for my birthday sweetheart, a day to myself, where I can have you all to myself and I don’t even need to try and make an excuse to keep you with me” Sunghoon said.
Once they had finished their meals, y/n had gotten a text, revealing that the party was ready "Hoonie hoonie lets go homeeee" y/n said as the man snickerred "Already? but I want to-" "Pleaseeeee pretty pleaseeeee?" she pouted as the male pat her head, helping her up as they walked home. "SURPRISE!" he heard the family and friends scream, a sweet smile on his lips as he saw y/n's family, and his friends, even Jay and Jake who we're in a different continent, made it. Sunoo gave Sunghoon a hug "Long time no see bro~" the male smiled.
"Ha- AAAH-" Y/n shouted, as she tried to sing, "Sweetheart are you ok?!" Sunghoon asked as he approached her, the others also turning to her, worried "Y-yes I'm fine- You STAY IN THERE-" she shouted at her womb. This can't be happening. Not today of all days. Sunghoon already had to share his wife with these babies, she can't have him share his birthday too. "Baby what? are you alright?" he asked as y/n faked a smile nodding "All ok- just cramps anyways where were you HAAA- AHHH NO NOT NOW WAIT TILL TOMORROW-" she screamed again as Sunghoon sighed "Sweetheart, why are you trying to hold the babies in?! let me get you to the hospital, rest of you don't worry I'll call you ok?" Sunghoon reassured as he carried her to the car.
Turned out it was actually a false alarm, y/n pouted, as Sunghoon kissed her forehead and drove her to the diner instead. He was still a little confused as to why she tried to hold her babies in. The two sat down as they ordered something to eat. "Wanna talk sweetheart?" he asked as he stared at her, the woman sighed, looking back at him "I just... I felt bad... you already have to share me with two babies and you hate sharing me in general... a-and earlier you were talking about how on you're birthday its your day and you can have me all to yourself... I-I was scared you were going to lose that" y/n admitted.
Sunghoon interrupted her with a loving kiss "The fact that you tried to hold two babies inside you just to protect my feelings proves enough y/n... you love me n I love you, and these babies are like a product of our love. as long as you're with me, im ok." Sunghoon reassured as he smiled at her. "Aww you're so sweet, I'd kiss you right now but I'm pretty sure my water just broke...." Y/n trailed off, teary eyed, as she took deep breaths. "Oh fuck- shit OH NO- WE SHOULD'VE GONE TO THE HOSPITAL-" Sunghoon yelled, realizing a thunderstorm started outside.
Many hours later, at 11pm, y/n was safely in a hospital bed, the two baby girl's in her and, Sunghoon beside her as the family arrived. "Can't believe we conceived our angels at a diner~ now we have a story for them when we have our little family dinners there" y/n smiled as she kissed their foreheads. "There they areee, the new additions to our family~" Mrs Lee smiles "Did you come up with any names yet?" Heeseung asked.
"Why don't we save the naming for another day? we don't need babies named tom and jerry or Disney and Pixar, coz of the anaesthesia" her mother pointed out as y/n stared up at hoon then turned back to her family "Well we had been talking about it for a while and we finally came up with 2 cute names... we think we should name them Avaani and Anaya" she smiled. "The twin who has my jaw and lips is avaani, and the one with hoon's eyes and ears is anaya" she smiled.
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on the absurdity of grief: when these objectively benign or positive things make you intensely sad
-Being enthusiastically recognized at the Drama Book Shop and asked for an autograph/selfie. She was VERY sweet and we had a lovely chat. The sadness had nothing to do with her, and everything to do with me remembering how I frequented the 40th St. location as a tiny baby actressling, poring over all the acting/auditioning books I could find, plagued by a persistent feeling of needing to "catch up." And the saddest part is knowing that even if I could have seen the future back then, I would've been like "but why did it take so long?"
-The folks at my physical therapy clinic telling me "it's rare to see a patient who's as motivated and consistent as you are, even if they have the time and the resources." Why wouldn't I be? I've spent my whole adult life remaining motivated and consistent about pursuing a career that is renowned for the rarity of its success. Of course I'm gonna be motivated and consistent about following a program that has been steadily improving my quality of life within a matter of weeks, AND which my insurance covers in full. It's extremely easy to be motivated to do things that get you immediate, progressive positive results and require no sacrifice. The sadness is because I wish I could get HALF these results from everything else I was motivated and consistent about. And I wish other people could too.
-Going into the cafe I used to take my friends to when they came to HTDIO and seeing the same lovely woman behind the counter who always gave me a discount because of how much business I brought them, and seeing her still give me the discount every time even though I'm not bringing the business.
-Looking at clothes of mine that I specifically remember wearing for certain moments in HTDIO rehearsal, even if I've also worn them ten thousand other places.
-The fact that I'm still using the same cream blush stick that Sarafina (costume designer) gave me for the Syracuse run. Makeup I had in Syracuse should not have outlasted the Broadway run. Makeup I had on Broadway should not have outlasted the Broadway run.
-The intrusive thoughts that come with seeing something in the media about some major Broadway person and then remembering that that Broadway person knows who I am. And the craziest part is, the reason they know who I am is because I am also a Broadway person. Like, I'll be minding my own business, doing the dishes or whatever, and then maybe I'll discover that the milk in my fridge spoiled because I only ever use it for baking and I haven't baked in a while, and then my theatre kid brain will be like, "The milk has gone bad, hold up just a second, why is everything in this fridge warm and tepid?" and the impulse will be to continue the lyrics, but then I remember LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA FOLLOWS ME ON INSTAGRAM NOW and the next thing I know I'm standing catatonically over my sink with the carton of spoiled milk in my hand, my executive functioning having short-circuited so intensely that I forgot that I'm supposed to pour the milk down the drain and not just stare at the open spout on the upright carton hoping the smell dissipates, and then eventually I snap out of it and get rid of the milk and the carton, but then I need to lie down, and then I feel like I have to apologize to Lin-Manuel Miranda because even though he's not physically present, and we haven't directly interacted since he came to the show, and he probably devotes maybe 0.01% of his time to thinking about what that one chick from the autism musical who showed him that Strong Bad gif might be up to right now, I just know he felt that somehow and he does not deserve to be telepathically assaulted by my weirdness like that, and the worst part is that I'm sure the embarrassment I made myself feel as a result of this made-up situation that I made up wouldn't feel nearly as pathetic if the show was still running.
Grief is weird.
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i’ve been having some fascinating talks about implicit bias and fandom lately (and implicit bias in fandom) and i only see this stuff really discussed in certain circles where the facts don’t need to be laid out, so i wanted to sort of break it down for anybody who hasn't already seen somebody do this.
okay, so: to start.
to be flippant, implicit bias is when you Do A Bigotry and you don’t even know it.
i’m gonna focus in on race here because i’ve got the perfect example, but for reference implicit bias covers a wide array of biases and assumptions made about any given group of people, usually thanks to cultural cues or training, etc.
back when falcon and the winter soldier first aired, something fucking fascinating happened.
because one of the things i will say the show did pretty well, especially early in the season, was portray a constant stream of microaggressions and instances of implicit bias aimed sam’s way. it was one of the reasons i broke a years long marvel break and actually bothered to check it out.
in the first episode, there's a scene where sam and his sister sarah visit a bank and attempt to get a loan. the white teller recognizes sam but assumes it must be because he used to play college ball at lsu, when sam says he’s the falcon and turns on the shine to try and get this done the guy just goes ahead and takes a selfie without asking, there's some pretty realistically uncomfortable ‘ah yes, my brother, i too am down!’ bullshit, he talks over sam a bunch and won't let him talk about his plan for the business that would be a reason to give them a loan, then he acts like it’s sam’s fault being an avenger didn’t come with a paycheck and talks down to him about it in a million ways, acts like sam is a charity case and not a fuckin hero, and then is like well it’s just you see. you did not exist for five years, and you did not earn money during that time, and even though you qualify for a loan by the ‘old terms’ there are just so many more people now, sooooooo they just don't seem like good candidates for the loan. not gonna happen.
sarah says she knows it’s about their race; the teller is REAL FUCKIN OFFENDED. he says ‘whoa, easy there, i’m on your side’ in a tone of voice i don’t think i need to describe much, because when a white guy tells a black woman anything that starts with ‘whoa, easy there’ (especially because she was like, okay well that’s racist though) it’s kinda obvious how he said it.
and then, because why not: he asks sam for another selfie, this time with sam posed differently because apparently that first one he took without asking permission was not good enough.
so: i went well jesus. that’s pretty blatant. woof, with the flood of racism. that was like a neon sign.
and then i went online. and to be clear: some people talked about the racism! but it was not a majority of fans.
there was one major category of response i found... somewhat frustrating, but very understandable nonetheless: a flood of canon-based ‘um, ACTUALLY’s about how tony (or pepper) would never forget to support the avengers, or how could tony what a dick, etc etc etc.
almost none of that seemed to mention the racism busting through every seam.
and, look: i’m a pedantic little fucker. back when i consumed comics i was an x-men kid, so this was not my canon rodeo enough to even start being pedantic, but i really do understand that urge.
however, that response missed the entire point of the scene— that sam and sarah live through the endless indignities of racism, that the teller rejected their offer despite the fact that their family had been using that bank for ‘generations’ and the teller knew it, and though he did not know it consciously, he did it because they were black.
which leads me to the second school of thought, and the one that is still pissing me off to this day, a little bit.
fans arguing: okay, but that wasn’t racist! he just denied the loan because there is so much going on. why would you say he was racist? he didn’t say anything racist.
this was so mainstream an opinion the creator of the show had to clarify on twitter: no, folks. that guy Did A Racism.
and i still see people arguing the point sometimes and saying he’s wrong! still! even though he created the show and wrote that fictional man into being!
to this day, there are an odd amount of people who want to argue it’s not racism unless it’s on purpose, and it’s also not really racism until somebody uses a racial slur.
which is... you know, just sort of empirically wrong, but also stealthily loops back around to reinforcing white supremacy.
because, okay, if racism only exists in the most horrible margins and we accept that definition, who does it benefit? who wins and who is actually in control, when we decide that until the hate is so blatant those who set cultural standards go: yep, they did a racism. i see it now, it doesn’t count?
the exact wording on who wins i will leave tactfully in subtext, but i will say this: implicit bias is one zillion percent racism, and part of the reason that kind of subtle racism is so hard to even start to talk about is because people can lean into ‘well maybe they didn’t MEAN that’ or ‘i just think you're reading into it’ or ‘it’s not THAT bad’ or ‘it was just a mistake!’ etc etc etc into forever.
basically: white supremacy’s second best tool right after violence is silence. that’s why ‘silence is violence’ is such a handy phrase. it’s snappy and it’s true.
#honestly it's been great to break this shit down in messages#fandom spaces are lovely and also have their problems#getting to talk it out has been Part of This Too
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maybe moving on is better? -- mason mount x reader.
second and first part above!!
It’s been a month exactly since you last saw Mason at that dinner. Where he confessed to you many things, thoughts you never expected to be heard. To say the least, you were sure of your feelings and what you wanted.
Over the course of the month, you got yourself busy with work, school, and managing time within yourself. You went out, did more jobs in London, took walks with your dog, and even decided to get a new car after the hard work and effort. Although he never left your mind, he was constantly popping up in your head no matter where you were. Vivid images of his perfect, pretty, handsome face.
Mason knew what he wanted, and knew how he was going to succeed at that. Not even a week later after the dinner, he found out Allison was cheating on him, and even moved out to Spain. He never did like her, as a matter of fact, he felt relieved she left.
She wanted one thing only, the attention. The attention at games, parties, club events, you name it, oh and the money. He saw that, but he wanted to move on, move on from you. That wasn’t the case though.
Months after what he did, he always wanted to know what you were up to, how you were doing. No luck though, you unfriended him everywhere. No traces of you, only the memories and items left at his house. He knew he fucked up, badly. He wanted you, but for his selfishness and pathetic reasons, he lost you. It cost him a lot too, mentally and physically.
He knew it was a sign once he saw you again, a different woman. There was no way he was letting go now, the phrase “We’re forever” popped up. During that month he texted you, constantly to earn you back, much to his dismay, he finally got you out of your apartment to a cold game at Stamford Bridge.
“You came! You actually came!” Mason yelled once he saw you near the tunnel entrance. You wore your hair straight with a beanie, gloves, a white turtleneck under your jersey, and a warm coat. He hugged you nuzzling his head in your neck, you felt his warm breath as he smiled. “I couldn’t back out of this one, something tells me tonight will be a win” you chuckled.
“Did you come alone?” he asked as he pulled away, you shook your head no, “No, I came with Sophia, we’re sitting near the corner flag,” he hummed understanding. “It’s cold out, please let me know if you need anything okay?” His soft and sweet voice made your stomach flutter, you nodded, taking mental note in case.
The two of you talked quietly near a secluded area, laughing at certain jokes or phrases. Soon you found yourself with Sophia standing up at your seats. She took a selfie, tagging you on her insta stories before, shutting her phone off, and paying full attention to the game.
“Kai told me that Mason hasn’t been a slob during training, something about maybe having a muse?” She joked, making you laugh hard. “I’m glad he’s back, even in the starting eleven, he told me Tuchel wasn’t going easy on him. More training and-” screaming, cheering, and whistling cut you off.
James near the corner quickly passes the ball to Jorghino, who then gives it to Mason to score. He does a little celebration dance before pointing at you and motioning heart. You laughed and blushed, trying to hide from the stares coming your way. “No fucking way!” Sophia yelled, “You’re definitely his muse.”
“So how are things between you now? It seems like they're going great,” Sophia curiously asked. “Honestly I’m happier than before. I want to relish everything we have right now in case things don't go to plan. I'm planning to tell him how I feel tonight, somewhere between I don't when…” Sophia squeals and hugs me tightly.
“Cheers to more double dates!” You found yourself missing this place just a little bit. Everyone cheering, bantering when missed opportunities, especially watching him under all the bright lights, doing what he loves. Only you and him know how much he sacrificed to be here today, and you couldn’t be more proud.
After a successful win at home, you found yourself near the benches, greeting players and finding yourself closer to him. He held your waist with a secure yet soft grip, whispering then and there into your ear. The media team came around to take pictures and congratulate Mason as the Player of the match.
“Is there by any chance you can take one of us?” Mason asked the small brunette with glasses. He nodded and fixed the lens, “Come here!” He demanded in a joking way, you slightly gasped as he placed his hand on your hip and pulled you towards you. The photographer took a couple of pictures before running off.
“Nice trophy you got!” you pointed out, running your finger at the small engraved details. “Thank you, another one to the case.” Mason started to look around seeing some of the fans leave, players going into the tunnel before nervously chuckling, “Listen uhm- The team is gonna go down to celebrate at a club, I was wondering-” with no hesitation, you answered quickly, “Yes I’ll go with you”.
He looked down to your face, his brown eyes gazing and shifting down to your lips, with a big smile on his face. “Perfect! Enough said we’ll go together,” he linked your hands together before leading both of you out the pitch. He dragged you along to the doors of the locker room telling you to stay there.
Since everyone was already heading over there no one felt the need to dress up. Mason came out wearing a black Nike hoodie, some cargo pants, and sneakers, simple but boy does it make him look good. Your cheeks turned red as he placed a gentle kiss on your temple, “You ready?”
With a simple nod, you two headed off.
The club, restaurant, whatever it was, was packed. People celebrating, drinking, and singing due to the holidays coming up, you name it. The team sat in the back with their wives or girlfriends. Mason knew you hated crowded and loud spaces, so he reassured you, “let me know if you feel uncomfortable or want to leave, okay?”
“Thank you, Mase, I will.” You sat next to Sophia and Paula, who talked about going to dinner and then a live show over the weekend. You felt in the mood for a drink, quickly excusing yourself you went to the bar. You pushed off people dancing, either standing or playing beer pong. You leaned over the bar waiting for someone to serve you.
“New around here?” a deep frightening voice came from beside you. You looked them up and down ignoring them, you weren't trying to be rude but you knew their intentions. “Don’t talk much eh?” his smelly alcoholic body came near you, in instinct you moved away glaring at them. “I'm talking to you bitch!” his voice yelled loudly grabbing other's attention.
You blinked fast as he slammed his fist on the table, “When someone talks-” suddenly the man was pushed tripping over their feet but quickly balancing themselves. “Oi! Don’t speak to her like that, got it?” Mason appeared behind you, pushing you behind him in case. “Oh fuck off, this isn't your conversation, she needs to be taught manners,” he hissed.
“She’s my girlfriend, if anything I will get in between the conversation, especially when a drunk man like you intervenes,” Your heart raced a little more at his words, girlfriend? Sure maybe it wasn't official then or now, but it felt so good to hear even say…
Mason’s blood was boiling, he needed to calm down or else it would turn ugly. Sure maybe you hadn't spoken properly where you two stood, but it felt almost natural to call you that. Hell, he couldn't help it but, you were his. Only his. The man went away after being asked to leave, Mason cursed under his breath, only thought of leaving.
“Can we go? I really don’t want to be here…” he spoke softly against your ear, “Please.” you pleaded. Mason stood quiet the entire ride back to his house. He wanted you near him after being apart for so long, he was exhausted only wanting you in his arms or vice versa. You tried to make small talk but only got answered with short responses.
His house felt almost foreign again, you had not been here in a long time. The smell remained the same, along with the white couches and trophy case. There were newer things like plants, the bar stools in the kitchen area, new rug by the entrance, even a new coffee table. He kicked off his shoes and walked into the laundry room to place his training bag.
He was still quiet and it pained you. All you wanted was to get a little something out, maybe the slightest smile or chuckle. “Would you like anything to drink?” he offered, still thirsty after what when down you nodded, “Water should be fine.” he wandered off into the kitchen.
You didn't want to feel intrusive or anything but you were slightly taken at back when you saw the picture frames on the stand. You hesitantly walked over and picked it up, the picture was from the night they won the Champions League. You painfully smiled remembering what went down that night. You picked another one up, too distracted to hear his footsteps walking towards you.
“That isn't even half of what I have.” you looked at his tired eyes, disheveled, devastated, but most if all sort of distracted. You took a small sip from the water bottle, hoping it would calm down your nerves about being here again. He motioned you to come over, you followed him like a lost puppy to the couch.
He sat at the coffee table lending down and grabbed the photo album. You teared up as you ran over the pictures, missing him even more, wanting to confess how you felt. You looked up at him already staring deeply into you. He broke off the contact, fidgeting with his finger and then strands on his hoodie. You felt sort of guilty at the sight.
“I'm sorry.” You shook your head, taking his cold hands and kissing over the calloused knuckles. “Stop apologizing. You have nothing to apologize for.” You said, his heart felt warm and butterflies took over his stomach. The small yet intimate touch from you made him feel like this. “Y/n. Be honest with me where is this going to go?-” You answered him by kissing him passionately, something the both of you craved.
He groaned softly grabbing your torso and pulling you closer to him. Your hands traveled across his chest and settled behind his neck. He pulled away sort of breathless setting your foreheads together. “I want you, Mase... All of you. Today, tomorrow, I just want you. I wanna build our relationship further. I want to be close to you, make you happy after a bad match or in general.”
He looked in your eyes for any sign of uncertainty, “I need you, my best friend since we were little. I wanna be that person that you come home to despite anything. That person maybe to grow old with. Mason, I feel the same way, I love you.” You confessed after forever. Mason couldn't help but let out a small laugh of relief as he stood up cheering.
Finally, he thought. He pulled you up grabbed your cheeks and smashed your lips together. He deepened as you let a small moan out, running your hands up his torso. “You're mine. All mine,” he growled. “ I don't plan to lose you again. We're going to talk things out when needed, and most importantly be there for each other. You make me a better man Y/n. Thank you baby, for giving me the chance to prove it to you,” he whispered along your lips.
You bit your bottom lip as tears dropped down your cheeks, he wiped them away laughing at the sight. With one small last kiss, he dragged you upstairs. I started to feel more at home now. He got undressed handing you one of his shirts to sleep in. the two of you brushed your teeth and got into bed. He cuddled into you, his head on your chest, legs tangled beneath the sheets.
“Does that mean I'm a doggy daddy now?”
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EYE CANDY 🍬 Part 1
Yakuza! Yandere!Genji x fem!reader
Summary: You get drugged up in a dance club with none of you're friends there to assist you. Unfortunately for you someone noticed.
Pairing: Yakuza!Yandere!Genji x reader
Warning(s): drugs, alcohol, implied assualt, MDNI, 18+ content ahead!
A/n: Just a quick one-shot. Unsure if this will have a part two. I'm new to Tumblr so bare with me. I am still learning to post on here. I really hope you guys enjoy my writing.
The entire room was spinning, the flashing colored lights seemed much more brighter, the music muffled but it was loud enough to vibrate the entire dance club. Regardless it was enough to make (Y/n) aware that she was drugged. Her mother had warned her long ago about these places and how one day it could happen. But she never thought it would ever happen to her. The feeling of someone moving to sit next to her wasn't enough to catch her attention. In fact, she could care less as the man let his fingers graze her cheek.
"Ah..?" She moans in response as the simple touch made her feel so.. hot.
"Don't worry.. I won't hurt a defenseless woman." The voice said and she managed to turn her head to look at the man speaking to her. Reassuring her that he wouldn't do anything to harm her. "You poor, poor girl." His voice sounded like he was mocking her. She could see he had dyed green hair and in a suit. He wasn't security so her next guess was that he was possibly a well off man. "You don't look like your from here.." he said with a thick Asain accent following his words.
"I'm from.. my house." She swore he heard him chuckle and he passes her a glass. 'Water?' She thinks as she brings it up to her glossy lips and drinks. More alcohol.
"Do you have a name?" He asked as he let's his fingers trail down her cheek, his thumb brushing against those supple glossy painted lips. They stood out more than the color of her flustered cheeks.
"Name?" She thinks and it almost seems like she spaces out before he removes his hand and let's his fingers trail down her shoulder, her arm and stop just at her hip. He let's his thumb slide down her dress, eyes studying and his thumb feeling how soft and warm her skin was.
So soft, he notes.
"Yes, it's.. (Y-.. (Y/n)." She nodes to assure herself as he takes a moment to take in her name. It was unique to him because of how different it was to the ones he would often hear or repeat. He let's his fingers take her bag, look at her phone which was unlocked and he makes sure to type her number down in his contacts, making sure to add his to her contacts. Regardless, if he wanted to see her again his men could easily track her down.
Unbeknownst to her, Genji's eyes were looking at her attire. Admiring how that tight black dress hugged her waist so well. The way the dress split at one side of her leg to show off her thigh. Her hair was short and curled so naturally just behind her ear. To him, she was like a fine glass of wine.
He's slept with a few women in Hanamura to know that women like her were a rare sight. Sadly, he wouldn't feel right with taking advantage of someone so helpless. He looks around, seeing if there was anyone approaching. Perhaps a friend or lover?
No, everyone was too busy dancing, taking selfies, getting drunk or making out. It was usual to not notice someone getting drugged up and end up in a bad place without anyone noticing.
He was going to call her a taxi. That was the plan.
"You're really cute up close." He blinks, not expecting this sudden sentence to leave a woman's lips.
"What?" He flinched as she cupped his face, his cheeks to be exact.
"You have such chubby cheeks too." She smiles and he can't help but melt. This reaction was something he was new to. Affection from a woman at a club but one that thought he was cute. Surely, she was paid to tell him that but he doubted that since she was drugged up. He looks to his left and raised a hand to stop his guard from possibly pinning her down.
"Now why did you have to say that..?" His smile was probably the last thing she saw before blacking out.
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short fic starring jason and his little mouse from built to love, but broken now
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Bubble Tea
The fact is, Jason isn’t a fan of trendy places. He dislikes the gimmick, the music selection, and the crowd that it draws in. He also doesn’t want to risk being caught in the background of photos that are sure going to pop up on social media. He doesn’t want the risk of people finding out where he is, who he’s with, figure out the pattern of his everyday life.
So, the new bubble tea shop—The GCBT or the Gotham City Bubble Tea shop—is the worse place for him to be in. Yet here he is, surrounded by Gotham University students, children, and pastels all because she saw one of the drinks on her Instagram page.
Because the fact is, Jason’s weak to her, can’t find it in himself to tell her no when she’s excited to try something new, something out of her comfort zone. That, and it really is his own fault. He knew he should have taken a different route back to their apartment, but he’d made a wrong turn just because he thought he saw a dog with a broken leg limping down the street.
Turns out the dog was fine, liked to play jokes on people, garner their sympathy only to trot away once he got what he wanted, and now here Jason is lining up to get…bubble tea.
He can’t imagine what Alfred would think of all this. The old butler turned his nose up at putting ice in his tea.
“Is this drink really that good?” Jason asks, shoulders hunches as a group of sorority sisters gathered to take a photo, colorful drinks held up to their faces.
“I mean, this place is packed, it must be.” She takes his hand in hers, pulling him further into the shop. Jason holds onto her tightly, knowing from experience how easy it is to lose her in a crowd. “You have to admit, it sounds pretty efficient. Chewing and drinking at the same time.”
“It sounds like a choking hazard,” Jason says when he sees the drink up close. “Do you remember that article I sent you about mochi?”
“If you find one about tapioca pearl related deaths, I promise I won’t make you come back.”
She pats his arm and smiles at him encouragingly. It’s the kind of smile that says, that reminds him that they wanted to experience being college students, being young and carefree, and this, this was part of the experience. It brings some comfort, her touch, her excitement over this drink, but the pop music blaring on the speakers is for sure going to play in his head while he’s on patrol later tonight, so, that’s great.
He heaves a sigh. “Let’s just get this over with.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be quick,” she squeezes past a couple who were in the middle of taking a selfie and Jason ducks his head in time to avoid being part of the photo. “Here’s the line. Whoa. Look at all her orders.”
A woman walks away from the receiving counter, both hands holding plastic bags filled with colorful drinks. Jason doesn’t think he’s ever had anything purple before and he’s sort of tempted to try it just so he could say that he did.
“Do you know what you’re getting?”
And, it seems like the wrong questions to ask, because she looks at him in surprise, mouth slightly open. It’s the same look she gets when she finds out that two of the items in her online shopping cart are on sale, but she can only afford to buy one of them.
“I mean, we have to get the best seller, right? But it’s just black tea, isn’t it? Is that playing it too safe? Should we get the seasonal drinks? Or the one with coffee. The coffee might be good. But it might be too early to have the caffeine…oh! There are juices, too! But would that be good with the pearls? I really want to try the pearls…but they have other toppings, too! Oh, wait, no, they’re called sinkers. Oh. I get it. Ha. So, there’s pudding and lychee and…grass jelly? What’s that? Jason, oh my god, there’s so many choices no wonder that lady ordered like twelve drinks! I—”
“Mouse,” Jason places his hand on top of her head, easily shutting her up like an alarm clock. “Breathe, would you?”
“Jason,” she gasps and the overwhelmed look in her eyes makes Jason smile. She really has no business looking that cute. “I should have done my research before we got here. Look, let’s just come back—”
“Welcome to the GCBT! What can I get for ya?”
“Noooo,” she groans out quietly, tucking her head into Jason’s chest, hiding. “I’m not ready…”
“Uhm,” the cashier begins, looking just about as uncomfortable as Jason feels. He loves his little mouse, he really does, but they’re in public.
“We’ll have two of your best seller, please,” Jason cuts in, taking out his wallet. “To go.”
…
Jason watches her stab her drink with the straw and mix the pearls around. He has his own drink in his hand, cooling his skin.
“Good call getting the milk tea,” she says, holding her drink closer like someone’s going to take it from her. “If this isn’t good, then nothing on their menu is, right? It’s what their brand should be known for.”
“Just drink it, mouse.”
“Yeah, of course, I, just, do I drink then chew or chew then drink?”
“You’re going to have to drink or else you’ll have nothing to chew.”
“Right, of course, well, here goes nothing.”
Jason watches the pearls shoot up the straw in rapid succession before she chokes on them. He already has a bottle of water ready for her, but she waves him off, hunched over, coughing. Jason should be concerned, really, feels the burn even on his end, but he sort of saw this coming. He’s just glad that she didn’t choke on any of the pearls or else he’d be completely useless to help her.
Death by secondhand tapioca choking did not seem like the way to go.
“So, chew first or…?”
“I, I hate you,” she wheezes out.
“I take it we’re not going back?”
She straightens, pushing her hair away from her face. There’re some tears in her eyes but the grin on her face tells Jason that she’s fine and that he’s not going to like her answer to his question.
“Jokes on you. I like it.” She mixes the pearls around with her straw once more before taking a sip, an actual sip because that’s what she should have done in the first place, approach it with caution.
“You literally choked.”
“You’re exaggerating,” she says, chewing on the pearls she managed to keep from going down her throat. “Try it.”
He tries to give his untouched drink to her. “I like living, thanks.”
“Oh,” she holds up her hand. “But unless you’ve tried bubble tea, you haven’t quite lived, Jason.”
“Mouse. It’s been two minutes. Don’t go preaching to me about the wonders of bubble tea.”
“It was life changing. I’m converted. I saw God.”
“Because you nearly died.”
“Just try it, Jason.”
“No thanks.”
“It’s good.”
“Alfred would never forgive me. It’s not tea.”
“Yeah, it’s bubble tea. It’s better.”
“Blasphemy!”
“Jason. Please?”
And the fact is, Jason doesn’t like trends, doesn’t particularly care if he’s on trend or not, but he’s always been weak to her, weak to her eyes, weak to her requests, so even if it kills him, at least he can say he died trying to make her happy.
…
“So? What do you think?”
“It’s…okay.”
“Shut up. You like it.”
“Fine, I do. But I’m never stepping foot in that shop again.”
“It’s alright. We can order it online.”
“Thank you.”
...
a/n: do you call it bubble tea or milk tea? pearls or boba?because where i live we call it milk tea and pearls, i don't know why i suddenly starting typing up bubble tea but here we are...
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Ten years | Chapter 1
Summary: It's been 10 years since I left him standing at the altar to go follow my dreams. I failed, but he didn't. He became a football player, just as he always wanted to. One of the best in Europe. And after not seeing each other for a decade, he is coming back. Declan Rice, England's captain, probably the love of my life... He's coming back home.
Author's note: Welcome to another story inspired by one of my dreams 😅 Though mine was completely different, because the one left standing at the altar was Rodri, the one who plays for City (super random), and I was running away with Ramsdale 🤷🏼♀️
Also, yes, that first sentence is outdated 😂 But I wrote this months ago, and editing it feels weird 😅
Hope you like it, and thank you very much for reading! 💜
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"I'm sure that if it was the Queen coming, they wouldn't be making such a fuss. They even cut the main road!"
"He isn't the Queen, but he is the most famous person this town has seen since... Forever?"
"What about that time Elton John stopped Lola to ask her for directions?"
"That's what Lola says, but no one else saw him. And you know her, she is constantly mixing people. Just say that it bothers you that all this is for him. No one will blame you."
"It doesn't bother me. And people will blame me. It's been 10 years, and they still give me pitiful looks when he wins something."
"Well, you were the one who left to fulfill her dreams because you didn't want to be stuck on this town, and then..."
And then things completely turned around, and I found myself back on this town, my dreams shattered, while the one who wanted to stay was out there living his dreams and being successful at it. Highly successful in fact.
"Do you think she's coming with him?"
"Even if he didn't want to bring her, she'll find a way to come. I've never seen a bigger attention seeker than that woman."
"Jealous?"
"Me? Of that woman? Please, Claire" I scoff.
"I don't know. You always speak of her with such... Hate."
"I don't hate her. I just dislike her."
"Because you wish you were her?"
"Oh, yes, I wish I was a woman with no purpose in life beyond taking selfies, getting nails the size on my foot, and self tanning. Badly."
"Rude. And that's not what I meant, and you know it."
"Whatever. I've moved on, and so should you and everyone on this damned town."
"Hey, don't talk like that about us. You've actually learnt to love it here. You are just too stubborn and proud to admit it."
"Yeah, yeah" I say, rolling my eyes.
"If I could have your attention, please" I hear my brother Dom say. He's the one who has organized this... I want to say charade, but they call it celebration. The town now has a new football pitch and a summer camp for kids from all around the area, which is something amazing. But what isn't amazing, is that for the inauguration they've called him. Declan Rice. One of the best football players of his generation, and England's captain among many other things. Like being my ex-boyfriend and the man I left standing at the altar 10 years ago.
"Thank you everyone for coming" Dom continues. "Today it's a very special day for our little town. Not only because we get to inaugurate these amazing new installations that will hopefully help our kids follow their dreams, but also because, finally, we've managed to have him back with us. The man who was able to follow his dreams, and become a star. Please give a warm welcome to the one and only, Declan Rice!"
"Did he actually have to say that last part?" I say while everyone around me has started cheering and clapping, some eyes looking in my direction to see my reaction. Because if it hadn't been for me, Declan would have followed his dad's steps and become a doctor, and he would have never gone to London to try and get a spot at West Ham's academy as he always dreamed of. I am the reason he is where he is. Well, his talent helped a lot too, but my decision was what pushed him to do it.
"Thank you everyone" Declan says from the little stage they've built for the occasion. "You can't imagine how special it is to be here today with all of you. With my people."
That makes the crowd cheer even louder than before, and I can't help but roll my eyes. Again. After that he continues talking, thanking the mayor and Dom for everything they've done, but I stop listening. I'm just looking at him, at how damn good he looks. He's always been handsome, but as he's got older, he's gotten better and better looking. And I hate myself for finding him that attractive. I've moved on. And seeing him run a hand through his hair, should not make me feel the things I’m feeling. It should not.
"So, yeah, thank you very much everyone. Love you all" he says, giving the microphone back to Dom before they all start posing for photos.
"Can we leave now? I have to work tomorrow" I say to Claire.
"But now is when they are serving the food! And the drinks! Now it's the fun part!"
"Then stay and enjoy it. I don't mind."
"But I do mind doing it alone. Please, stay just a bit more" she says, pouting.
"Ok, fine. But just for one drink."
"Yay!" Claire says, hugging me.
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"There you are, sis" Dom says, coming to where Claire and I are seated. "I thought you would have left by now."
"I tried, but someone didn't let me" I say, nodding towards my friend.
"I'm glad she did. Because this is the adult thing to do. Especially when you keep saying you've moved on and all that."
"Don't they need you somewhere, Dom? Maybe taking more photos with him and Barbie Malibu?"
"She is really nice, you know? You should meet her."
"Speak of the devil..." Claire mutters.
"Dominic! Hey!"
"Birgit, hello. What can I do for you?"
"Well, we are having some issues with the champagne on our table, it isn't cold enough."
When I hear that, I can't help but laugh. But not a normal laugh, no. I do the ugliest laugh you could ever imagine.
"Sis, are you alright?" Dom asks.
"Yes, yes. My beer just went through the wrong way."
"Ok... Anyway, I'll see if I can do anything about the champagne."
"Thank you, Dominic. You are the best" Birgit says, batting her fake eyelashes before her eyes follow him as he disappears among the crowd. "So" she says, looking back at Claire and I. "You are her."
"What?"
"You are Dominic's sister, aren't you?"
"I am, yes."
"Which means you are her. Deccy's ex. The one who abandoned him."
"I'm sorry, how did you just call him? Deccy?"
"Is there anything wrong with it?"
"No, no" I say, trying not to laugh. Again. "It's just that I had never heard that before."
"Well, that's because I came out with the name."
"Congratulations."
"Thank you. But you know... You aren't what I expected."
"How so?"
"You worked as a model, didn't you? I expected you to look like one."
"And how are models supposed to look like?"
"Like Sasha, for example."
"Sasha Pivovarova? Luss?" I ask her.
"Who?"
"Nothing, forget about it. It's late, I should probably go back home."
"Yes, yes" Birgit says. "You have to open the town's pub tomorrow, don't you?"
"Exactly. Someone has to give breakfast to the tourists."
"Good, good. But before you go..." she says, coming closer to me and grabbing me by the arm, stabbing me with her stupid long nails. "You better stay away from him. He is mine."
"I beg your pardon?"
"You know what I mean. Stay away from Declan." And with that, she lets go of my arm, giving Claire and I a big fake smile before walking away.
"What the hell was that?" Claire asks.
"I think Barbie Malibu just threatened me."
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Hey guys! This is my first post on here so I might put some of my OCs on here! I hope you like them!
My No Straight Roads OC: Mariah Qwartz
Name:
Mariah Qwartz
Age:
20 yo
Gender:
Female
Species:
Human
Hair color:
Light Brown with purple highlights
Eye color:
Blue
Powers/abilities/styles/gifts: She is an excellent dancer having started at the age of 4. She also incorporates dance moves into her attacks with strong batmas and graceful pirouettes to dodge attacks.
Weapon(s): Her microphone which she can use either at close range or launch it at enemies further away. She can also use it to send supersonic sound-waves to either confuse or knock back the enemy. She can also sing to boost her team's morale or heal them.
Hometown: Vinyl City
Personality: Mariah is a kind and charming woman with a passion for music and dance. She enjoys many forms of dance, but ballet became her bread and butter. She often experimented with incorporating ballet dance into various genres of music from Country to Jazz, but she had one dream: to combine ballet dance and rock. She also has a combined personality with BBJ; a bit of Mayday's hotheaded nature and Zuke's logical thinking side.
Strengths: She is a natural born morale booster!
Weakness: Her beauty causes opponents to easily underestimate her.
Family: Aside her parents and siblings, her only known family member is great-aunt Tatiana. They have had a rather strained relationship and was made worse once Mariah pushed Titania off the stage when she was being pulled off by her relative. However, the two would reconcile at the end of the game.
Friends/relationships:
Mayday- Mariah and Mayday have a very close bond as friends after she was comforted by her and Zuke after the argument between her and Tatiana and offered a position for her as a singer since she sounded great. Mariah accepts, and returns the favor by protecting her against any threat possible. However in the fight against 1010, she is consistently irritated by Mayday's gushing and even said during the fight that if, "she didn't shut up, she would beat her over the head with a shovel". Mayday is further shocked when after the fight Mariah kicks the head off one of the bots before angrily walking away. However in the fight against EVE, the two would have their chance to work together and reconcile. She even consoles Mayday after the final defeat
Zuke- Mariah and Zuke have an equally close bond, especially after the incident occurred. He does seem to show a little interest in her, but does respect the fact she's not ready to date again after a different incident happened (not between the two of them). She even stands up for him in his confrontation against DK West and even delivers a few rhymes of her own.
Kliff- She initially distrusts him, but really hates his guts when finding out his true intent near the ending.
DJ Subatomic Supernova- She doesn't seem to speak much to him, although when she shares her knowledge about Pluto with BBJ; she immediately catches his eye. After he summons her close to him, he examines her, asks for her name, and invites her to go out with him. When the battle starts, he puts her up on a smaller Saturn platform to protect her from harm. Luckily, she is able to rejoin the group in time to deliver the showstopper. He does agree to start off as a friend after the whole ordeal.
Sayu- Mariah does admire Sayu for her outfits, but is mortified upon seeing her in her reverse mermaid form. Afterwards, she is met by the kids behind the bot; Remi, Tila, Dodo, and Sofa, who are big fans of her dance work (especially her electronic ballet video). She is the last one to leave as she is signing autographs and taking selfies with each of the kids.
DK West- Mariah doesn't care for him at all, considering what a jerk he was to Zuke. After Zuke defeats him, she decides to get at him further and post a social media status saying, "There's a new king of rap and his name is Zuke West!" and smiles as she hears his agonized cry.
Yinu and her mother- Mariah initially considers Yinu's mother control over her child to be barbaric. But afterwards, she is pleased that she has simmered down. As for Yinu, she is impressed by her musical talent at such a young age. Yinu greatly admires Mariah and considers her a legend in dance. Her mother even asks Mariah to dance for them while they play before she leaves. Mariah happily agrees and even gives the duo an autograph afterwards.
1010- She has had a major dating nightmare of these guys. She clearly instructed her date (the one in the white) that it was to be a one-on-one date. However, unknown to her, each member had a chance to swap spots. She would only find out the truth after the pictures of the date were posted. The only way they could be told apart were the colored wrist-bands. Angry for being tricked and fearful for what kind of backlash she might get; she dumped them. When she and BBJ confront the group, the group immediately recognizes her and attempts to win her back with their flattering compliments. However, she bitterly responds with, "Does a toe miss a hangnail? Absolutely not!" To further her level of spite, she kicks the head off one of the members after the fight before storming off. But, she does forgive them a little while after they reclaim their district, but on the condition that they'll have to restart as friends (she's not ready to go back to dating yet).
Eve- Mariah does admire EVE greatly and considers her an inspiration for fashion and music; although she is shocked that she would set Zuke's hair on fire in the past. After EVE is consoled, Mariah approaches her and tells her how much she has meant to her and humbly asks for an autograph. She is surprised when the great artist admits that she has been an equal inspiration for her dance techniques and agrees to swap autographs.
Tatiana- As explained earlier, Mariah intially has a strained relationship with Tatiana and it's made worse when Mariah stands up for Bunk Bed Junction. While Mariah believes that Tatiana is being too stubborn to disclose her rock star past; Tatiana believes that she's being a rebel. However; the two reconcile after they team up against Kliff to stop the satalite from crashing into the NSR tower. Aside the incident; they actually are very close.
Likes: Ballet, Fashion, her friends, her family, her fans, music
Dislikes: Kliff, Tatiana (formerly), 1010 (formerly), being underestimated, being restricted, people who disrespect music, being lied to, dating
Fears: Forced to start dating again
Hope you guys like Mariah!
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Many surprises filled the life of one Diane Foxington. Her sudden retirement from her life of thievery, her having to break the framed Bad Guys out of Jail, and now, the biggest surprise of all lay within her very own body. Three of them to be exact. Not too long after Mr Wolf and company were released from prison on good behavior, Diane treated him to a night on the town. This lead to drinks, fun, and sharing a hotel room. Nine months later, here she was, waddling down the red carpet and slowly up the steps of the Museum of Art, a paw rested upon her belly as the pups Wolf put inside her wiggled and bumped inside, excited by all the commotion outside. She waved and greeted the paparazzi, but wasn’t intent on sticking around.
Those in attendance however got a bit more time with her. The socialites and those who reserved seats who chose to approach her got to ask all about her predicament. She didn’t feel annoyed answering many of the same questions. In fact, despite the loss of her amazonian figure, she loved every moment of this on an almost instinctual level. She was taken aback by the occasional question about politics, and she’d make clear that even though she chose the life of her children, she’s still firmly pro choice and would be running on it for her next election. This of course would be followed by a selfie with whoever she was talking to, and a granted request to feel the baby bump. She’d never received so many compliments in her life, and it made her glad that she chose a bolder look. Her old strapless pink dress, ironically the same outfit she wore when she met the father of the pups inside her.
A good hour of talking and moving around the place left her a tad winded, and hungry. Diane’s appetite skyrocketed once she reached her third trimester, and the Good Guy’s crew would attest this to the many devoured pizzas, fried chicken buckets, and whatever the fox woman got her paws on once her cravings kicked in. It was happening again, and a paw pushed out from her dress as she moseyed down to the buffet table. Her lips licked across her muzzle as she equipped herself with a pair of tongs, and grabbed whatever looked appetizing. Exotic cheeses, grilled chicken, French bread, and other things you’d expect to be served at a fancy party we’re devoured over the course of the next fifteen minutes, followed by an innocent smile once she saw she was being watched.
“Heh, cravings and I right? Huurp..scuse me!”
Diane stroked her paw atop her now softly gurgling stomach as it started to digest the bounty of her cravings. She approached a very familiar looking Swan art piece as she stifled down a belch. Tonight shouldn’t let herself be too rambunctious, at least not until the after party where she’d probably get into another burping contest with Piranha, of which she’d been seeing herself win each time recently. A soft groan bubbled through her belly, and she sighed. Speaking to the little ones who made her so big and hungry.
“Can’t make too much of a pig of myself. I’ve got a dolphin to present.”
Suddenly, an all too familiar voice was heard from behind as a brown furred Wolf in a white suit and fedora walked over. He finally showed up.
“I don’t know, Governor. Choosing a pink dress isn’t really helping with that.”
Diane gasped in an almost offended manner. It was a really smooth comeback to what she’d said, and of course with it was the surprise of her lover having come to be with her on this important night. The fox swung around to face him with a raised brow.
“Very funny, Mr Poodleton.”
The two came together under the swan’s shadow and briefly embraced, kissed, and Diane stepped back so wolf could get down and show her swollen belly some much needed paternal love. He’s hood her bump with his paws and rub in circles as he face the middle of it a soft kiss. They moved and wiggled around under his paws, and both mother and father could feel their kicks.
“You three giving your mama trouble tonight? I hope not, or no golden dolphin for either of you!”
Wolf and Diane chuckled together as he stood back up, regarding her further.
“Seriously though, how do you feel? You know the doctor said you shouldn’t be doing this at week 38. You might actually go into labor on stage. In fact the guys are betting on it.”
The governess laughed and rolled her emerald eyes as she waved a hand dismissively. “I’ll be fine, Wolfie. I haven’t felt any contractions or hicks yet. Just cravings”
“And the hard to resist urge to burp your lungs out? I can hear your gut from here.”
“Wolf!”
“Hehe! Sorry Charlie.”
Both shared in a short bout o haughty laughter before their conversation was cut short by one of her attendants approaching and whispering into her ear. She’d nod before giving wolf a kiss.
“Okay then, I guess I’ll just have to tease them with a false alarm on stage. See you at the after party, Mr Poodleton.”
After her farewell, she’d waddle hastily around Wolf, give him a hip check, before disappearing belly and all into the museum. Wolf staggered before his tail found itself wagging again. He was left alone and just sighed, Diane on his brain.
“What a woman…”
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Now THIS exquisite piece was brought to you by the extremely talented Bindy the Cat (@ bindweed on FA), who definitely delivered on Diane’s appearance. I hope the short story was able to match the magnificence of what they drew. Hope you enjoyed reading and expect more soon!
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WIP Wednesday
Here is a treat as I haven’t posted something in forever.
[captions welcome]
I went for:
“Eddie doesn’t like the show and he’s gonna make it a problem!”
Other things:
I’m working on a lot of different events and projects right now. I’m still writing a fic that turned into a bit of a beast, but once it’s finished I’ll be posting chapters on a more regular basis for it.
So here is a snippet from that mini beast
ITICHBS (it’s a secret 🤫 😂)
rockstarSteve x photographerEddie
Eddie goes to type back, but he feels the car slow to a stop. A crunch of gravel and muffled voices. Moments later, his door is opened.
"Mr Munson?" The woman asks as Eddie steps out and nods. The car is swarmed by athletic people sporting black security uniforms.
The woman in front of him makes eye contact with her team members and then looks back at him, "Your agent said you were staying?"
"I-I am. Just not here." Eddie says nervously. He was supposed to be, that's what Marney had advised, but Eddie had dug his heels in and got an airport hotel instead, at his own expense, "I'm so bad at waking up for flights, so," he scratches the back of his neck, "the closer, the better."
She folds her arms and levels him with a look before scanning him up and down. "You don't want to spend the night? Stay in Steve Harrington's house?" She almost laughs out the last question.
Eddie figures it's something ingrained in him that is making him nervous with all these official-looking uniforms around him, "Not if I wanna keep this job," he says with a forced laugh, looks down and rubs his stomach, "I should really learn that fast food doesn't always agree with me." He raises his eyes to her to see if his performance has landed, and though he's not sure she believes the story, she seems happy enough to accept it for some reason. She extends her hand to him.
"Buckley. Head of security here for Mr H. This is my team. Get to know their faces and names if you care to. If it's not one of us telling you, it's not mandatory." She says and waves him through the huge ornate gates that slowly open as she signals to the house.
Eddie quirks an eyebrow at that. Mandatory? If it's not one of us? What did that even mean? She didn't look like your typical bodyguard or security guard that Eddie had seen over the years, but knowing he'd be meeting her at the gates, he'd done his research.
Robin Buckley. She'd only ever worked with Harrington, no one before, no one in-between. She wasn't a waif by any stretch of the imagination, but she was not your typical heavy-set build either. However, the footage Eddie had unearthed last night definitely sent the message home that she is not to be fucked with. She easily kept the crazies at bay, and Harrington's humanising posts about how safe he felt with her around, made her a fan favourite. Even though she was often the only thing standing between him and his adoring followers.
He'd seen three times caught on film she'd intercepted a weapon or projectile aimed at Harrington. One effortlessly caught out of the air, cool as anything. Then there was a guy with a gun who had been leg swept to the floor, had his wrist snapped, and was disarmed in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it display of prowess. You could see on the video Harrington hadn't seen any of it. Busy leaning back into the crowd for a selfie at the barrier with a fan's phone. Her team carried that guy away, and she just fell back into step beside him. The third was definitely the most terrifying. Mainly due to the fact, there were so many different views of the same event because it happened whilst Harrington had been singing one of his most famous songs. It looks like a fan rushes the stage, not uncommon, but as Harrington shuts his eyes to croon to the crowd under the spotlight, something catches the light in the fan's hand, and if this had been a movie, you'd swear this would be the singer's last scene. But it wasn't. From out of nowhere, Buckley's big black boot steps into the light and puts the assailant in a choke hold from behind. They were out for the count in seconds and pulled back with her into the darkness.
Hope you liked it 🥰
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