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nifolution · 3 years ago

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It Happens

Pairing: Dennis Baker / Reader

Summary: Dennis has never had much luck in his worthless life. Sleepwalking through his miserable days and lonely nights… until he met her.

Warnings: smut, misunderstandings, dating, dumb choices, fluff, angst, talks of divorce and cheating, bitchy ex-wife, Dennis being Dennis

A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is still written in 3rd person. 18+ only due to smut. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

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Staring morosely into the mirror, the brunette straightened his glasses. Hair combed, beard trimmed, clean polo and khakis, he looked ready for work, even though he lost his job six months ago. Same time his wife left him for another man and sent him the divorce papers. At least it meant it was quiet, Gina wasn't yelling at him constantly. Reminding him what a pathetic failure he was and how repulsive she found him.

His eyes flickered down to his left hand, debating if he should take the ring off. It’s not like she was coming back. He reached for it but hesitated once his fingertips met gold. He couldn't do it… He should do it… He shouldn’t... He needed to. Well, if nothing else, he was good at giving up. The man slipped the band off his finger and sighed. Resolved to live the rest of his miserable life alone. Rock bottom, meet Dennis.

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Bypassing his former place of employment, Dennis headed straight to 'Back to The Grind' coffee kiosk. Standing awkwardly to the side of the queue, avoiding eye contact with the other customers, he awaited the arrival of his coffee buddy, Y/N. For the past two years, Monday through Friday, they would meet here in the pursuit of caffeine and conversation. Sometimes she had to run, but mostly they’d sit and chat until their cups were empty. Dennis enjoyed her company so much he kept showing up day after day, long after he no longer worked around there. It was all he had, all he lived for anymore. Just those few precious minutes of human connection.

Dennis checked his watch, 7:37 a.m., she was running late. Joining the line, he ordered for both of them, then sat at one of the nearby benches to wait. Ten more minutes went by with no sign of Y/N. You're a loser Dennis, she's not coming. With a defeated exhale, he stared at the sidewalk and took a large angry bite of his donut.

“Hey coffee buddy.”

Shit, she was here. Dennis looked up at her beautiful face, his eyes as big as saucers. Swallowing the large bite, he coughed out a greeting.

Y/N smiled at him. “I see you started without me.” She gestured to the corner of his mouth, “You have a little…”

Dennis wiped his face on his arm. “Thanks.” He handed her a cup and a wrapped pastry. “I got your usual, medium caramel iced coffee. They were out of croissants though, so I ordered you a blueberry danish.”

“Oh no,” she frowned, “blueberries and I do not agree.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry. I messed up your breakfast. I should have asked, I’m so stupid.” Dennis became visibly upset and continued to over apologize. Promising to get her something else and refusing to finish his donut.

“It's ok, D, really. It’s not a big deal.”

He buried his face in his hands, “I suck, I'm sorry.”

“Well I think you're pretty great, Dennis.” She smiled at him again, even though he couldn’t see it. “Hey, seeing as neither of us are having breakfast, how about an early lunch? Are you free?”

Dennis’ head whipped up, “For lunch? You want to have lunch with me?”

“Yeah.” Y/N checked the time on her phone, “Shit! I got to go, but can you meet me here at eleven? We can walk up the street to Charley’s, their food is awesome. Real burgers, not the microwave crap I know you favor.”

Dennis nodded, “I’d love to.” Saying their goodbyes, he watched Y/N rush off to work. He knew she must see him as a charity case. Who wouldn’t. He was broken and worthless and felt bad for wasting her time everyday. It was selfish of him. Still, he could feel butterflies flapping in his belly, knowing he’d get to spend more time with her. Having nothing else to do, he sat in his car and waited.

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Y/N slid into the booth, staring eagerly at the man across from her. Eyes tracking his hands as he picked up his food and took a bite. Smirking as his eyes practically rolled into his head, “Good huh?”

“So good,” he groaned out before continuing to chomp on his burger.

Chuckling, she began eating her own meal. “So how have you been, D? What ya been up to?”

Dennis shrugged, not wanting the conversation focused on him. “Not much… not anything really.” Making the mistake of looking at her expectant face, he found himself blurting out the things he tried to hide from her. “It’s true though, I wasted my entire life. Nothing to show for my 37 pointless years of existence. No job, no kids, no wife. I’m a big fat nothing.” He closed his eyes, waiting for the blowback of his confession. Startled when a soft hand enclosed his, giving a gentle squeeze.

“I'm sorry. I had no idea.”

She sounded so sincere, Dennis couldn’t process it. “It’s okay. It’s, uh, been a few months now.”

Y/N regretted bringing it up, but couldn’t help how her interest peaked. Her coffee buddy had never talked about himself this much. She wanted him to open up more. “How long were you guys married?”

Taking a deep breath, he spilled his soul. If she wasn’t laughing before, she would now. “Sixteen very long years… haven’t had sex in the last seven. Not that we did it often before that.”

Her eyebrows shot up, “Wait, you and your wife haven’t had sex in seven years.”

“Well… I haven't,” he let the rest of his words die on his tongue.

“Ohhhhhhh,” Y/N cringed, “Sorry I brought it up.”

“That's alright. It wasn’t much of a marriage. I think she was faithful for maybe the first three years. That or I was too in love to notice. After our 10th anniversary she didn’t even bother hiding it. Spent our special day in someone else’s bed and facetimed me.”

“What a bitch. You didn't deserve to be treated like that, Dennis.” She rubbed his hand before going back to eating. After a few minutes, a thought occurred to her. “I know it’s not my place, but I think you should take this as an opportunity to start over. Find a new job, new girlfriend. I could help you, if you want.”

Even the thought of trying depressed him. “I don’t think anyone out there will hire me, or date me for that matter.”

Y/N tilted her head, “Love the enthusiasm.” She took a sip of her water before continuing, “I think you’re a catch, D. You just need some practice. You’ll get your life back on track in no time.” Dennis could only offer half a smile. “Okay, first up, a place to work. I know your old job was in sales, but you never told me what you sold.”

His voice lowered as he admitted it was the sale and rental of porta potties. He worked there for 15 years and hated every moment of it.

“So something not involving toilets, then. There are lots of different types of sales jobs.”

Dennis shook his head, “Nobody wants to buy anything from me, not even shitters.”

She nodded, “No sales, got it. Umm, my department is hiring, logistics for big rigs.”

“Maybe. I’d hate to invade your space though.” With a weary sigh, Dennis finished the last bite of his delicious burger.

“Hmm,” she pondered over any positions that would suit him. “Oh hey, I know of an opening at a warehouse? Does something like that interest you?”

“Maybe.”

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No one was more surprised than Dennis when he landed the warehouse gig. He took to it like a duck to water. His strength and organization skills put to good use. Memorizing where everything went on his first day. His coworkers were friendly and his manager was fair. He actually looked forward to going into work. But mostly, he loved continuing to have his daily coffee with Y/N.

They were hanging out more often now, not just for coffee or lunch. Calling and texting at all hours, seeing each other after work and on the weekends. He talked to her about everything, and she to him, even gave him tips for reentering the dating pool. He wasn’t sad or lonely with her around. He forgot what that felt like.

Dennis was familiar with the term touch starved, and oh, how it fit him. He couldn’t remember the last time someone touched him on purpose. His wife hadn't let him near her in years, recoiled at his every attempt to show affection. But Y/N touched him willingly, openly, without reservations. He was undeserving of it, he knew, but he craved it so. Every hug, every handhold, every fistbump, he wanted it all from her.

Dennis was currently pacing through his kitchen. Y/N was on her way over to celebrate his divorce being finalized. She cheered that he was finally free from Gina’s horrible treatment and was better off without her abusive, cheating ass. He could feel the flop sweat start. Taking a paper towel, he began wiping his face and armpits. Just as he was wondering if he had time to shower, the bell rang.

When he opened the door, he was greeted with Y/N’s charming smile, her arms full with his favorite beer and chips. Helping her set her load on the kitchen island, he watched her grab two bottles, twisting off both tops, handing him one.

“Congrats on the permanent dissolvement of that bitch’s claws from your life.” She clinked her beer with his. Both of them took long pulls of their drink. Y/N looked him up and down, tsking at his stiff attire. “You aren’t really dressed for movie watching. Why don’t you go change into comfy clothes, I’ll set up the movie.”

A few minutes later, Dennis walked into the living room wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, “I feel naked.”

“Well I think you look great. Although I’m sure you’d look just as good actually naked.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him.

His whole face turned bright red. It was just a joke, he told himself. She couldn’t possibly be flirting with him. He sat down on the couch next to her. Popping a chip into his mouth before turning his attention to the television. Oh no, she picked a horror movie. Dennis did not do well with scary movies. He was going to make a fool of himself.

Rubbing his hands on his pants, his leg muscles painfully tight, Dennis did his best to put on a brave face. It lasted all of 20 minutes. The first jump scare had him releasing a blood curdling scream. Completely flushed, his chips thrown everywhere, any shred of dignity he feigned now gone. He was mortified.

Y/N stared at him with wide eyes, her hand over her heart. “You scared the crap out of me,” she roared before breaking into a fit of laughter. “Didn’t know there’d be 4D effects. Way to give me a heart attack.”

Wordlessly, Dennis fell to his knees and began cleaning up the mess. Waiting for a scolding that never came. He declined her offer to help him. He was just grateful she found the situation amusing. She was so forgiving of him. Once finished, he sat back with his feet perched on the coffee table.

“You sure you’re okay, D?” Seeing as how he only nodded in affirmation, Y/N decided he needed some comfort. As the movie continued, she cuddled up to his side, her feet leaning on his. Her white socks with black stripes next to his black socks with white dots. She began rubbing her feet on his, “Guess opposites really do attract.”

Dennis couldn’t take his eyes off the game of footsie. Feeling brave, he put his arm around Y/N’s shoulder. She tucked her head into the crook of his neck, her arm resting on his chest, sending his heart rate into overdrive. Dennis was a cuddler, but couldn't recall the last time he was with somebody like this without being shoved away. He felt comfortable, content. The movie was forgotten as her hand slipped inside his shirt, her fingers combing his dark chest hair. Gina always made him wax, it hurt, he hated it.

Looking down at his coffee buddy, he met her gaze with a fond smile. To his surprise, she leaned up and kissed him. He felt his brain short circuit as Y/N’s soft cherry flavored lips glided with his chapped ones. She slowly pulled away, leaving him with closed eyes and puckered lips.

“Do you think you’re ready to start dating? We can go someplace fancy, really wine and dine it.”

“Definitely.” Oh yes, Dennis was looking forward to this practice date.

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Dennis' stomach growled as he loaded his prizes into the freezer. He’d never won anything before, but scored big at the meat raffle with Y/N. His freezer was stuffed with burgers, steaks, pork chops, ribs, lobster tail, and the fridge stocked with his favorite beer. He made changes around the home as well. Threw out the million stupid throw pillows that Gina insisted they needed. Replaced the furniture he disliked, bought a giant beanbag simply because he’d always wanted one. Rearranged the rooms how he preferred, did anything he desired to make his house his. Anything of his ex-wife's left behind got put into a box and thrown in the basement.

The raffle was his second fake date with Y/N. Dennis was appreciative of her help and that she gave him a second chance. Their first date started out a disaster. He was so nervous he spilled wine all over her dress before their food arrived. She ran to the ladies room as the waiters cleaned the table. Dennis was inconsolable for those few minutes, certain Y/N would never want to see him again. He was shocked when she sat back down like nothing happened, only the deep red stain as a reminder. He thought he was in the clear, until he ended up choking on his dinner. The heimlich wasn’t needed, but the gagging and panicked noises he made trying to dislodge the food had the unwanted attention of the other patrons on them for a second time. It was decided it was best to skip dessert.

After embarrassing her twice, Dennis was sure that was the end of the practice dates. Y/N didn't want to go home though. They drove to an arcade where they binged on candy and she whooped him at every game they tried. Hopped up on sugar, they ended the night making out in the car like teenagers. Dennis was having fun for the first time in his adult life. Beyond thankful for her assistance and attention, he cherished every word and every kiss, wishing with all his might that it was real.

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“Woooo,” the enthusiastic couple practically kicked in the door to her apartment. Hooting and guffawing as they verbally replayed the events of the wrestling match they returned from. Bantering back and forth, “Your guy totally cheated.” “Nuh-uh.” “Mmhm.” “You’re crazy, you’re out of your mind. It was a fair fight.” “Cheater cheater pumpkin eater and I hate to tell ya, you are guilty by association.”

Cheeks hurting from all the laughter, holding onto each other for balance, Y/N felt the air shift. She began running her hand over his arm and onto his chest. “So D, it’s your first time at your girlfriend's place. What shall we do, hmm?”

Even though Dennis knew she was only pretending when she called herself his girlfriend, he loved hearing her say it. He decided to knock her socks off by grabbing her face and kissing her with a passion that even surprised himself. Y/N responded in kind, opening her mouth, allowing him to explore. She tasted like cherries, ale and heaven.

Y/N broke the kiss, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into the bedroom. “Ready to wrestle?” She bit her lip seductively and began to strip off her clothes. Dennis was hypnotized watching more and more flesh be revealed to him. He’d fantasized about this so many times, but never imagined it would happen. When she stood before him naked, he gulped, she was gorgeous. He couldn’t get his shirt, socks and pants off fast enough, but then he hesitated, deciding to keep his underwear on.

She yelped as he lifted her up a little too aggressively. “D, I swear to god if you actually bodyslam me…”

Dennis froze and gently set her down on her bed. “No! I- I’m sorry. I was trying to be sexy.”

“You're very sexy, Dennis.” She pressed her lips to his and tugged at the waistband of his white briefs, “Join me up here.”

As he climbed on the bed, he asked her to lie down. ”I want to worship you.” When she acquiesced, his heated gaze roamed her body. Fingers danced along her skin, marveling at all the places he wanted to touch, wanted to kiss. Like a siren’s call, her hardened nipples drew him in. Swirling his tongue around her peak, he sucked it into his mouth. Making a wet pop as he released it. Massaging the breast, and checking Y/N’s face to confirm her enjoyment, he continued licking, sucking and fondling her left side.

The heat of Dennis’ mouth made her other breast feel cold and lonely, it wanted attention too. She quietly mentioned to him that the other one was getting jealous. Dennis, embarrassed by his blunder, repeated his actions on the right boob before beginning to kiss down her body. He had to do this right. It had to be good for her. Shit, his hands were too clammy, his body was too sweaty. She was going to push him away, she was going to laugh at him. Dennis began second guessing himself, too afraid of making the wrong move, he rested his head on her stomach.

After a minute of no movement, Y/N ran her fingers through his hair. “You okay?” Troubled by his silence, she continued trying to sooth him, “Where’s your head at, D?”

He expected to get scolded. His mind playing through the times with his ex. She would yell at him if he wasn't doing something right, or didn’t get hard fast enough. Telling him he couldn’t make her cum with an instruction manual stapled to his head. Taking a deep shuddering breath, he braved a look at Y/N. “I just… I want to do this right.”

She smiled so sweetly, “We got all night.”

Encouraged, he picked up where he left off. As he kissed down her leg, he remembered his prior error and copied what he did to the other side. Reaching her core, he closed his eyes, nuzzling her thigh with his cheek before flattening his tongue, giving her entire womanhood a big fat lick. Grinning to himself at her surprised squeak, he turned his head to kiss at her other thigh before licking his lips and burying his face in her cunt.

It was as if he was possessed by someone with far more confidence than he. Dennis became an animal, sucking and licking her folds, eating her from the outside in. His tongue roamed over her, up and down and side to side, making frequent stops to circle her clit. She made the sweetest noises for him, mewling and moaning as she writhed in his hold. She had a firm grip on his hair, gently guiding him where she needed him to be.

Dennis was open to instruction, so he let her move him as she pleased. The taste of her sweet honey working him up so much he rutted against the bed. His hands trailed up her torso to cup her breasts, before one slid back down to play with her soaked entrance. He inserted a finger, realizing she was more than ready, he added another. Pumping his fingers in tantum with his licks, he could feel her tremble.

“Oh fuck, oh god,” Y/N cried out as she climaxed around his skillful digits.

Drunk off the greatest praise, her orgasm, Dennis looked up from between her legs, a dopey grin plastered on his face. He eagerly asked if he could do it again.

Y/N looked down at him through hooded eyes, “Ya, go for it.”

It wasn’t long until her legs were shaking again, Dennis held her hips down, not stopping until she spasmed and screamed in ecstasy. He was proud of himself. “Holy shit, that worked.” Out of breath, heart pounding, she told him that was incredible, especially whatever he did at the end. Blushing ear to ear, Dennis admitted that he spelled his name with his tongue. Chuckling, he asks her to guess what he spelled next. Diving back down he traced his message.

“Umm, peace out?

He shook his head, “It was thank you.”

“I should be the one thanking you.” She wiggled out of his grasp and took a condom out of her nightstand. “But, hey, the night’s not over yet.” She handed the packet to a terrified Dennis. He looked like he was going to pass out, and wouldn't meet her eyes. “Do you not want to?” She’d be lying to say her feelings wouldn’t be hurt if he said no.

Head down, rubbing the back of his neck, Dennis mumbled his secret, “I have a bad penis.”

“A bad… um, does that mean ED or like performance anxiety?” Y/N had to know if this was something they could work around.

“I'm.. I’m not sure. It just doesn't work like it’s supposed to.”

“Do you have any problems on your own?'' He shook his head no. Y/N caressed her boyfriend’s nervous face. “Maybe there isn’t a problem.” She waited until he looked at her. “No pressure here, but I'd like to try if you do. If it goes wrong, we can just try again.”

Why was she so patient with him? He didn’t deserve her friendship. He didn’t deserve her at all. Dennis took his briefs off, kneeling on the bed, bare to her and awaiting judgment.

“Damn Dennis. Wow, that, I mean, it looks like a good dick to me.” She watched him with unbridled desire, wrapping her hand around his length, ducking down to lick the swollen head. “Thick and veiny and standing proud. I don't know if my mouth or my pussy want it more.”

Her compliments spurred him on. Dennis removed her hand, pushing her back on the bed. Crawling over her, he stroked himself twice before rolling the condom on. He was terrified of disappointing her and it must have shown on his face because she pulled him down for a reassuring kiss, “Don’t overthink it, just be here with me. I want you to fuck me, Dennis.”

He lined himself up and kissed her once more before slowly entering her. Already breathing heavy, he barely had control of himself when he bottomed out. “I can’t believe I’m inside you.” Y/N giggled and told him how good he felt, begging him to move. Closing his eyes in concentration, Dennis pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in with a groan. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.”

Dennis snapped his hips as she rolled hers to meet each thrust. It didn’t take long to find a rhythm that suited them. Sweat dripped down their bodies as they chased their carnal highs. The sounds of skin on skin and their moans filled the room. The tension in her stomach unbearable, Y/N opened her legs wider, angling them up so he could go deeper. His cock hitting all the right spots. It was all it took for her to cum a third time.

Feeling her walls fluttering and gripping him hard as she came, had Dennis at his end. When he told her he was close, she asked him to come on her tits. Hissing as he pulled out, Dennis straddled Y/N’s chest, pulling off the condom just before he released. He made sure every drop landed on her breasts before collapsing next to her.

After a few minutes of catching their breaths, Y/N giggled, “I got some d from D.” Finding her joke hilarious, she continued laughing.

“Was it good?”

“It was great.” She kissed him, “See, there’s nothing wrong with you.” She pecked his lips again, “Promise.” Holding her chest as she rose to keep his cum from running down her, she walked to the bathroom to clean up.

Dennis stretched and hummed, allowing himself to be happy at a job well done. He could satisfy a woman after all. When she returned, Dennis was almost redressed.

“You can stay, if you want to.”

“Stay?” He desperately wanted to, but couldn't believe she wanted him to.

Y/N walked over, carefully taking his glasses off his face and setting them on her nightstand, “Please.”

Dennis removed the clothing he put on and followed her into bed. He couldn’t remember the last time he shared a bed with someone, Gina banished him to the guestroom five years ago. Look at him now, a beautiful woman in his arms that actually wanted him to be there. Him and Y/N shared a few more kisses as they cuddled and talked. Determining his issue was due to stress and his marital problems. He could have confidence going forward.

He couldn’t take his eyes off Y/N as she slept. His best friend, his only friend, his lover. Dennis didn't know it could be like this, he wished so badly that it was real. What a beautiful life they would have together. They'd be happy, she made him happy. He didn't think it was possible to feel good anymore, but here he was practically jumping for joy. There was no doubt in his mind that he was in love with her. He'd go down on her every night, expecting nothing in return, if it meant he could stay with her forever. If only it were possible. Instead he would take these pretend moments and commit them to his memory forever. A shining light in his bleak life.

Morning arrived too fast. Dennis yawned, wrenching his eyes and started to get out of bed. “I can make us breakfast.”

Y/N grabbed his arm, pulling him back to her. “Orrrrr, how about I order some eggs benny and we can spend longer in bed.”

“You’re brilliant.”

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“What does a fish say when it runs into a brick wall?”

“I don’t know, what?”

Dennis slapped his hand on the table, “Dam!” He threw his head back, braying and wheezing.

Y/N snorted at the bad joke, smiling at how his face lit up with the punchline. Their fish frys were huge, so her boyfriend had been making awful puns and one-liners all night. She threw her lemon at him, which he promptly caught and ate without breaking his cocky grin. He was turning into quite the cheeky bastard.

The shrill of his phone interrupted the merriment. His ex-wife’s name flashing on the screen. Rolling his eyes, Dennis declined the call, only for her to call back. He ignored her again to no avail, his phone continued going off. She clearly wasn't getting the hint. Huffing, he answered.

All Y/N could hear was non stop shouting, poor Dennis not even getting a word in. He grew paler, biting the inside of his cheek. She was about to take the phone from him and tell that horrible woman off, when he quickly said goodbye and hung up. He made a face she had never seen on him before.

“Gina wants her stuff from the house. Says she’ll be by tomorrow and demands I have her things in clearly labeled boxes just inside the door. She doesn't want to step foot into my house again.”

She smirked at Dennis, looking very much like the cat that ate the canary. “I think a better plan would be to show that cheating whore what she's missing.”

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Dennis couldn’t stop giggling thinking of the plan. He looked over at his coffee buddy, her short pink sundress making her look like a yummy treat. His fingers began twitching; he so badly wanted to unwrap and devour her. He walked up behind her, winding his arms around her middle. Whispering in her ear, “I’m dying to taste your juicy cunt.”

Her knees wobbled at his dirty words, whimpering as she felt herself getting wet. Y/N glanced at the time, it was too early, he wasn’t playing fair. He began nibbling on her ear while groping her chest, making her clench around nothing, she felt so empty. Well… it wasn’t terribly early. No harm in pregaming. She allowed Dennis to reach under her dress and slide her panties down her legs.

“Wait,” she reached down to grab the piece of fabric, throwing it to the floor on the other side of the kitchen island near the box labeled ‘the bitches crap.’

Dennis didn’t have time to ponder why she did that because his pants were currently being undone by nimble fingers. His eyes followed her beautiful face as she fell to her knees in front of him. He gripped the counter behind him as she removed his semi hard cock from his pants, her other hand cupping his balls, giving him a smile too innocent for what her naughty hands were up too.

Leaning forward, Y/N licked at his testicles, gently rolling each in her mouth. She dragged her tongue along the underside of his length, satisfied hearing him gasp and his body jerk. Her ravenous gaze never faltered as she watched him watching her with lust blown eyes. Placing a kiss on his tip, Y/N sucked him fully into her mouth. She swallowed him a few times before allowing his dick out to glide along her cheek. Her tongue gave it a kitten lick and another kiss.

“Fuck,” Dennis gave a needy moan, “please, Y/N.”

Gripping his thighs, her mouth reclaimed his cock, taking him as deeply as she could. Her own arousal drenching her as she continued blowing him. Sparing a peak at the clock, she leaned back, causing Dennis to practically sob.

He wasn’t disappointed for long as she turned around and pulled up her dress. Putting on the condom he had in his pocket, he grabbed the back of Y/N’s neck, bent her over the kitchen island and buried himself to the hilt. The lewd squelch of his cock dragging in and out of her dripping heat drove him into a frenzy. Both began moaning louder as he continued to fuck her. It was almost time.

Gina let herself in, not bothering to knock or ring the bell. Seeing no boxes, she marched into the home yelling, “God damn it, Dennis. I told you to have the boxes ready by the door. Why can’t you do anything right? You are hopeless. You…” She paused at the kitchen entryway, mouth hung open. Blinking a few times in shock. Her ex-husband was screwing some chic from behind, how disgusting. “What the fuck is the meaning of this, Dennis? How dare you, in our fucking kitchen?”

Dennis looked up when his ex started screaming, seeing the offended look on her face, he had to stifle a laugh. “Shut the fuck up, get your shit and get out. My girlfriend and I are busy.” Turning his attention back to the woman under him, he vigorously pounded into her.

Gina couldn’t believe her ears, he had never spoken to her like that. And he certainly never made her make those noises. Avoiding the tossed panties, she grabbed the single box on the floor and hurried out of there, slamming the door behind her.

The sound of his ex shrieking all the way to her car had the couple in stitches. Dennis couldn’t believe it worked. Y/N was a genius. Pulling out, he turned her body to him, kissing her forehead, nose and lips. “Want to fuck in another room?”

“Ha! Yes, in every room. Give my pussy the tour.”

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A week later, Y/N waited at the coffee kiosk, order in hand. Dennis was late, he had never been late before. To make matters worse, he hasn't responded to her messages for the last two days. She was concerned, but didn’t want to be ‘that’ girlfriend. She didn’t want to smother him if he needed space.

It was almost 8 a.m. when he showed up, giving Y/N a big hug and kissing her cheek. “I’m sorry I’m late and that I haven’t been responsive. Been really busy. I hope you’re not mad.” He took his coffee and donut from her.

“I forgive you, but I have to tell you, D, I was really worried. I thought you were sick, or maybe hurt, or that I must have done something wrong.”

Dennis’ eyes twinkled in amusement, “Oh no, everythings great thanks to you.” He gave Y/N another bone crushing hug, careful not to spill their coffees. “It worked.”

Her eyebrows drew together, “What worked.”

“Gina came over Saturday morning, begging for another chance, promising to be better. We made love all weekend. I got to show her all the new moves you taught me. She's moving back in as we speak. I’m getting my life back thanks to you. I can't thank you enough for your help.” His excited eyes met Y/N’s as they turned from confused to cold. She threw her drink in his face, called him an asshole and stormed off.

Dennis was stunned, wiping the iced coffee from his face, he ran to catch up to her. “Y/N, what's wrong? Why did you do that? Hey!”

She turned on her heel and sneered at him. “What did you expect, a high five for telling me you fucked your ex-wife and are back together with her.”

Confusion danced across his face, “I don't understand, the plan worked. Gina was so jealous she came crawling back to me…”

“THE PLAN?!” Y/N shouted. “The plan was to show that bitch how you were living your best life without her. Expertly banging YOUR girlfriend,” she patted her chest, “so she regrets the way she treated you. NOT to get her back. NOT to throw me to the side for someone that was so cruel to you your whole life.”

Dennis was flabbergasted, “Wait, you were my girlfriend? MY girlfriend? Like my real girlfriend, my real actual girlfriend?” He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Why would someone as amazing as her want to be with him? He never would have given his ex a second thought if he knew he had her.

Y/N shook her head, “Not anymore.”

He couldn’t breathe, “N-n-no, wait…”

“Goodbye, Dennis. Hope you have a wonderful life with that tramp.”

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Dennis walked into his house, spotting Gina’s blonde hair at the fridge. She was throwing out his meat, and beer. She didn’t eat that stuff and wouldn’t allow him to. He was preparing himself to say something when a dark haired man bumped into him. The guy apologized and continued on his way, bringing boxes up the stairs. “Who was that?”

Gina spoke without bothering to face him, “That’s just Vinny, he’ll be staying with us for a few days. The poor dear got evicted. Don't worry, he knows we're working on our marriage. He won't be a problem, I promise.”

Oh lovely, the man Gina left him for will be living with them. “Okay,” he agreed defeatedly, walking into the living room. Dennis knew she’d be cheating on him again before sundown, in his house this time, and he will pretend he doesn't know. He’ll pretend everything is fine.

Seems rock bottom had a basement. Dennis was in hell, he was sure of it. He lost the woman he loved, the only person that ever thought he was worth anything. He couldn't break further, there was nothing left. Dennis sighed and collapsed face down on the floor. Lying there in his own misery, daydreaming of what could have been.

The End

A/N: Oh Dennis…

A/N: Thank you to everyone that has read. I appreciate you all. I’d love to know your thoughts.

Sequel: It Could Have Been Love (coming soon)

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xcaptain-winterx · 2 years ago

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blackwidownat2814 · 3 years ago

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His ex-wife is a biiiiiiitch. I can't wait ‘til Dennis' lawyer cancels that alimony & she gets busted for drunk driving. She's horrible!

Take Me Home - Part 6

PAIRING: Dennis Baker x Reader

SUMMARY: It’s been nearly a year since your ex-boyfriend dumped you and left you with a laundry list of insecurities, and you haven’t been able to really put yourself out there since. But when Dennis shows up at the adoption fair you’re running for your job at the animal shelter, there’s just something about him that makes you feel like you’re ready to try again.

WORD COUNT: 8.2K

WARNINGS (more to come): Body Issues (Dennis and Reader), References to Past Animal Abuse, Emotionally Abusive Exes (Dennis and Reader), Mention of Past Domestic Violence (Dennis’s Evil Ex), Dry Humping/Thigh Riding, Two Idiots In Love Making Out In A Car. 18+ only, no minors.

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Part Six

You just couldn’t help yourself; you bought yourself another little sundress the day before your next date with Dennis. Ever since that night, you’ve been thinking about the way his eyes drank in the sight of you when he saw you in the first one and you want to feel that feeling again. But as you get ready at home, you decide you’re not going to wear it. Instead, you choose a pair of jean shorts and a white linen button-down: classic summer wear, cute and casual. After all, he’s probably not going to go crazy with the clothes for a date in his own house, and you’d feel silly and self-conscious being overdressed. You also plan on playing around with Jax a bit, so you decide that dressed down is better.

There’s more to it, though. As much as you want to look your best—for him to want you just as much this time as he did before—you also want Dennis to see you as you really are. You’re wearing something you’d wear if you were grabbing coffee or going to a movie with Mal. You look like you, and you want to know if he’ll be as attracted to regular you as he was to date you. Because you like him both ways. You don’t care if he’s in his dorky polo shirt or his fancy new clothes. You’ve been attracted to him from the very beginning, and while you think he feels the same way, you want to know for sure.

There are a lot of things you want to know for sure, actually, and you’ve decided that date number two (or three, if you count your coffee date) is the time to start getting some answers, to scratch beneath the surface and see what you can dig out. You want to really get to know Dennis because, as much as your body wants him, your mind is quick to remind you that you don’t really know much about him at all. You’re not looking for something casual like Mal is; you’re at the point in your life where you want to find the person you’ll spend the rest of your life with. You need to know that Dennis isn’t just looking for a rebound hookup after his divorce, because the more you think about it, the more you realize that’s probably exactly what he wants.

You don’t fault him for it. He’d been with his ex for twelve fucking years and he hasn’t dated anyone except you since. He’s probably not looking for a commitment right now, and that’s ok—you just need to know. If you wait to find out, if you go any further with him before you get answers, it’ll hurt too much. You don’t let yourself think about what might happen if he does want to keep things casual—if you’ll convince yourself you’re ok with it and sleep with him anyway, hoping that he’ll change his mind once he gets to know you. You don’t think about how easy it would be for him to say and do the right things, how fast you’d turn to putty in his hands and let him use your body even if you knew in your heart it wouldn’t last. You don’t let yourself acknowledge how weak you already are for him and how incredibly dangerous that is.

Because maybe he’s not like other guys. Maybe he’s more like you. Maybe he’s the type of man who doesn’t do one-night stands or friends with benefits or casual sex—the type who has to care about someone to fuck them. Maybe he cares about you as much as you care about him. Maybe he needs to know what your intentions are just as much as you need to know his.

Earlier in the day, Dennis had suggested ordering in dinner and you’d agreed, but you have a surprise for him: you want to make dinner, to teach him how to cook so he can stop living off of pizza and wings. Nothing too complicated, of course. You don’t even know what kind of supplies a single man who doesn’t cook would have in his kitchen, but you have to assume that he has the basics. You decide on a caprese appetizer and lemon spaghetti. You can even use fresh tomatoes and basil from his garden and show him that there are more interesting uses for his veggies than the same garden salad he eats for lunch at his desk every day. You text him when you’re leaving the grocery store and tell him you’ll be there in 10, and when you show up at his house, he’s waiting for you outside with Jax on the leash. Dennis is back in his khakis, but instead of a polo, he’s wearing a black t-shirt just snug enough to remind you how desperate you are to see what’s underneath it.

You leave the groceries in the car for the moment, focusing on your reunion with Jax. It feels like a decade since you’ve seen him but it’s only been a week. You try not to cry but it’s pointless; they are joyful tears, though—and just a few—because he looks so healthy and happy and you can just see in his eyes how much he loves his new home and his new dad.

“Hey, Jaxy! Hey buddy! Oh, I missed you so much!” You kneel down on the ground in front of him and Dennis’s hold on his leash keeps him from knocking you over. “You like your forever home? Your daddy told me all about your adventures.”

You look up at Dennis and the way he’s smiling at you makes you weak—like your legs would have buckled under you if you hadn’t already been on the ground. He pulls Jax back a bit and reaches out his hand to help you up off the grass. He doesn’t let go of it once you’re upright and you really want to kiss him but you don’t. You decide on a hug instead and oh god he gives good hugs. He’s got you wrapped up tight in the cocoon of his chest and his arms, and he smells so fucking good—that freshly showered clean smell mixed with just a little bit of his own personal scent. He’s got his chin resting on top of your head and you’re smiling like a fool by the time he lets you loose and looks down at you.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” you reply, and you almost let him lead you inside when you remember. “Shit, wait. I brought something. Hold on.”

You hate to let go of him but you need to fetch the groceries, and when you return with the bag he looks puzzled.

“What’s all that?” he asks.

“We’re cooking,” you reply. “Surprise! Well, I’m cooking. It’s just pasta, but I wanted to show you that there is more to life than Domino’s and it’s really not that difficult.”

“Never Domino’s,” he says. “I order from Joe’s. I do have some taste.”

“Joe’s is good, but this is better. Just trust me. I promise you’ll be shocked at how easy it is.”

Dennis places his hand on the small of your back as he guides you through the front door and it’s all you can do not to audibly moan and drop the grocery bag. When you enter Dennis’s home for the first time, the sheer size of it shocks you. You’re used to sharing your cozy 750 square feet of space with Mal and Badger, but you feel like your entire apartment could fit in Dennis’s open living room and kitchen. Everything is shiny and new—the stainless steel appliances, the gleaming gray and white granite countertop, even the furniture looks barely used. Of course, you realize quickly, he must have left everything at his old place after the divorce and started fresh with a brand new house and brand new furniture. And something this size in this neighborhood? It must cost at least a million. He really wasn’t kidding when he said he had money.

The walls are bare—no art, no pictures—and it makes you kind of sad, but the sheer number of plants makes up for it. There are hanging plants and potted plants and flowers all over the place, all of them lush and healthy. Dennis’s green thumb is on display everywhere you look, and a quick scan of the place reassures you that nothing within Jax’s reach is toxic. You don’t even have to ask; you know Dennis researched it and got rid of anything dangerous he might have had before bringing him home.

“Wow,” you say, trying not to lose your balance as Jax does excited figure-eights around your legs. “This is really nice. Your kitchen is gorgeous, which is incredibly annoying because I know you don’t use it.”

“I want to learn how,” he replies. “I’m open to anything you want to teach me. Just, you know, let’s start with the easy stuff.”

“I got you,” you say, and you smile at him. “But first, I want to see this garden of yours. And…”—you reach into the grocery bag and pull out a brand new frisbee and Jax loses his mind—“...I brought you something too, buddy.” You turn to Dennis. “You wanna play?”

You almost can’t hear him say yes because Jax is barking so loud at the sliding door to the backyard. You put a few things in Dennis’s refrigerator, noting how sad and empty it is except for a couple of takeout containers, basic condiments, and some beer. You find yourself desperately wanting to take this man grocery shopping but you push the thought away, focusing instead on Jax, who is practically foaming at the mouth to get out back. When you get outside, you’re shocked again by the sheer size of the property. As Dennis had promised, the yard was all fenced in, but the pictures he’d sent you didn’t do it justice. It’s fucking massive—probably half an acre—with a well-kept yard and some gorgeous maples and oaks toward the back of the property line. You can see his garden over to the side, itself fenced in and gated, which is good because you know Jax would have absolutely destroyed it by now if it wasn’t.

You toss the frisbee as far as you can and Jax takes off running, and then you turn to Dennis.

“I am desperate to get into that garden, but I think we should tire him out first.”

“Sounds good to me,” he says, and when Jax comes running back with the frisbee in his mouth, he drops it at Dennis’s feet and waits for the next toss.

You and Dennis take turns throwing the frisbee, just catching up a bit even though it hasn’t been long since you’ve seen each other and you’ve been texting every day.

“I should probably have asked you about making dinner,” you say, “but I wanted it to be a surprise. But I don’t even know if you like surprises so-”

“I like surprises,” he says. “Well, good surprises. I think it’s a great idea. Just, uh, maybe temper your expectations when it comes to how easily I’ll pick it up.”

You giggle. “It’s pasta, Dennis. You’ll be fine. Oh, that reminds me—please tell me you at least have a pot and a colander in that beautiful kitchen.”

“A colander?” he asks. “That’s the water straining thingy, right?”

“Yes. The water straining thingy.”

“Yeah, I’ve got that stuff. I’ve got a lot of kitchen stuff, I just don’t really know what to do with any of it.”

“I can fix that,” you tell him, and in your head, you’re already running through a list of the things you want to teach him how to do in the future.

But you stop yourself. You’re thinking too far ahead. You need to figure out if there even is a future here before you go planning things, and to do that, you’re going to have to start asking some real questions. Not yet, though—later, after dinner, when you can leave with a full stomach if it all goes to shit.

Once Jax is sufficiently tuckered out, Dennis brings him inside to freshen up his water before returning to the yard to take you on a tour of his garden. It’s much bigger and more elaborate than he made it sound, with wooden beds and trellises filled with the fruits of his labor. The vegetables are on the side closest to the house and the flowers are towards the back, and as you walk toward the flower beds, the smell of the baby pink peonies is absolutely heavenly.

“These are gorgeous,” you say, bending over to sniff one. “This whole thing is amazing.”

Dennis scratches the back of his neck and says, “Thanks.”

“Seriously, this looks like a lot of work.”

“It’s not really,” he replies. “After I made all the beds and the trellises and installed the irrigation system and everything, it’s really just about paying attention and weeding regularly.”

“Wait, you MADE all of this? By yourself?”

“Yeah,” he says. “It’s a lot of work at the beginning, but it’s so much better to customize things for your space and the light and what exactly you’re growing. The drip irrigation system was a bitch, but it saves so much time.”

You don’t even know what to say, you’re so impressed. You just stand there with your mouth catching flies until he clears his throat and says, “So, you said you needed tomatoes?”

“Yeah,” you reply and you walk towards him.

“How many? These Brandywines are ready. And there’s always more cherry tomatoes than I know what to do with.”

You feel like you’re at the farmer’s market looking at the ripe heirloom tomatoes growing in front of you, and you pick two—one a sunny yellow and one a vibrant red-orange almost too beautiful to eat.

“God, these are gorgeous. There’s so much, here, Dennis. What do you even do with all of this if you don’t cook?”

“Yeah,” he says. “I went a little overboard this year I think. I just… I had just moved and it was a totally new space and I could do whatever I wanted with it and I just… I may have overplanted. But it’s ok. I donate a lot of it to the food bank and I give stuff to my neighbors. Nothing goes to waste if I can help it.”

“That’s… wow.” Of course he donates food to the needy and brings his neighbors fucking care packages of fresh vegetables and herbs. Of fucking course he does. You feel like you might actually swoon. “That’s really nice of you.”

“It’s nothing,” he says. “And you can take anything you want. I’ll send you home with a basket of stuff and you’ll actually know what to do with it.”

“I’m definitely taking you up on that. But for now, just these two tomatoes and the basil, which I can already smell.” You pluck a handful of decent-sized leaves and the smell of it all has your mouth watering and your stomach growling. “So, should we get started?”

***

Dennis watches you move effortlessly through his kitchen, trying not to get caught staring at your legs and your ass in those little shorts you’ve got on. Somehow you look even more beautiful today even though you’re dressed casually, and Dennis thinks to himself that he’d like to see what you look like first thing in the morning. He’s willing to bet there’s no prettier sight than that.

“OK,” you say, holding the pot under the faucet. “So I’m assuming you know how to boil water?”

Dennis smiles. “Yes, and I know you’re supposed to add salt to it when you’re cooking pasta.”

“Look at you, Masterchef.”

“Hardly,” he says. “I can never get it so it’s not all mushy… what do you call it?”

“Al dente.”

“Yeah, that.”

“That’s cause the cooking time they put on the box is always too long. You want to start taste testing it a few minutes before and pull it off the heat while it’s still got a little bite to it. We’ll get to that. So, ok, while the water is boiling, do you think you can handle washing the tomatoes and basil?”

“I’m on it,” he replies.

He does the washing while you pull the fresh mozzarella out of the fridge.

“I got the good stuff,” you say. “From the little Italian market in town. I like the salted kind for caprese but you can use unsalted too and then add more salt to it at the end. This is super easy. Literally all you have to do is slice it into like ¼ inch pieces but you can go a little bigger if you want. Knife?”

Dennis grabs a knife out of the drawer and you roll your eyes.

“That’s a butter knife, Dennis.”

“Will that… not work?”

You laugh and walk over to the butcher’s block on the kitchen island. “You have, like, really nice, really expensive knives here. All your stuff is really nice, actually. Can I ask you—how did you end up with all this stuff when you so clearly have no idea what to do with it? I mean, no offense, but this must have cost… fuck, I don’t even know.”

“I just… uh… when I moved I just went to that kitchen store in the mall and asked the woman there what I needed and she just kind of picked everything.”

“Well, she certainly earned her paycheck that day. This is like really high-end stuff.”

“I didn’t know,” he says, and he watches as you grab a large knife out of the block and examine it.

“I would kill for a set of Shun knives.”

He wants to send you home with that block of knives. He wants to give you every damn thing in his kitchen. But what he really wants is for it to be your kitchen, for everything that is his to be yours. He could happily spend the rest of his life in this room, watching you and learning from you until the day when he could cook you a gourmet meal you didn’t have to lift a finger for.

“Ok, so this”—you hold a big knife up—”is a chef’s knife. It’s pretty versatile and since I’m assuming you’ve never used it, it’s probably still sharp as fuck so it’ll be good for slicing.”

You place the cheese on the wooden cutting board on the kitchen island and cut a few slices, each of them of equal thickness, and place them on a plate. Dennis watches your every move, admiring how deftly your hands work as you move on to the tomatoes, telling him the slices should be the same thickness as the cheese. When you ask him to check the water to see if it’s boiling, he does as you command and adds the spaghetti as directed.

“Ok so with spaghetti, unless you’re using a really wide pot, you have to sort of wait a minute until the bottom half gets soft enough that you can push the rest down into the water. You think you can handle that?”

“I can,” he replies, and when he does it and you tell him “good job,” he feels like he’s just climbed Mount Everest.

“Now,” you say, “I like to salt and pepper before I put the basil on top because the tomato absorbs it better. You rummage through the grocery bag and pull out the salt and pepper shakers, giving them both a few good turns over the tomatoes. “Not too much salt because, like I said, it’s already salted, but a decent amount. Just watch and you’ll see.”

It’s not hard for Dennis to be attentive; he couldn’t take his eyes off you if he wanted to. He watches you season the tomatoes, and when you’re done he lets his eyes linger on the bits of skin he can see through your top, which is just sheer enough to give him a taste. He can see the outline of your bra through the fabric but it’s tasteful—just a bit of a tease without being see-through.

“Dennis?” you say, and he realizes he got caught staring.

“Yeah, uh, sorry, what?”

“Do you want to learn how to cook or do you want to stare at my ass?”

Dennis can feel himself blushing. “Uh, both?” he says, and you giggle.

“Focus now and you can stare all you want later,” you say.

“I’m sorry,” he says, but he’s not, and by the way you’re looking at him, neither are you. He can feel the blood start to rush to his dick but he manages to keep himself at a semi. “You’re just very distracting.”

“Stir the spaghetti, Mister.”

As Dennis swirls the pasta around with the wooden spoon you told him to use, he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He knows who it is. She’s been texting him all day. He’s almost relieved to get yet another nasty text from his ex because it stops his boner in its tracks, but he doesn’t feel like reading it—not now. Not when he’s with you. He takes his phone out anyway, just to make sure, but of course it’s her, and she’s fucking pissed.

Because Dennis finally decided to do what he should have done a long time ago. He contacted his lawyer and had him file a motion to terminate his alimony payments. He should never have agreed to it in the first place, but he was so desperate to be done with her that he just let her have whatever her lawyer asked for (which was, of course, an obscenely large monthly allowance). His lawyer had advised him to push back but he just wanted it over with, but he’s done with that now. He knows it means he’ll have to go to court, argue against payments on the grounds of infidelity and abuse and the fact that his ex has never even tried to find employment, and even then it might not be enough, but he has to try. He needs her out of his life for good and forever if he’s ever going to be able to move on.

Dennis sighs as he reads her last few texts.

Do you really think you’re gonna get away with not paying me what you owe me? My lawyer is going to eat you alive.

When did you get so fucking cheap, huh? I know you have the money.

No judge in their right mind will ever go for this. You’re wasting your time.

Fucking answer me, Dennis. You fucking deadbeat loser.

“Everything ok over there?” you ask, your sweet voice breaking through and drowning out the sound of hers in his head.

“Yeah,” he says, “just, uh, some legal stuff I need to deal with. It’s no big deal.”

You look at Dennis and he knows that his displeasure is written all over his face, because even though he instigated this, he’s still fucking scared of her—of what she might do. She still has that power over him and it pisses him off. He doesn’t want to think about her now, not when he’s having such a good time with you.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” you ask. “You can talk to me, you know?”

“Later,” he says. “Right now I want to learn what the fuck a basil ribbon is.”

And so you show him how to cut the stack of basil into thin strips and place it on top of the tomatoes, drizzling everything with some nice extra-virgin olive oil and balsamic vinegar that you bought for him to keep. You tell him when to taste the pasta and what it is supposed to feel like when it’s done. You watch him strain the pasta water and advise him to leave a little bit in the pot, and then you show him how to make the sauce.

“It’s literally just two ingredients—lemon and butter. All you have to do is slice the lemon in half and squeeze it into the pasta, then you toss both the lemon halves in the pot, put in about three teaspoons of butter, and you stir the shit out of it for about two minutes until the butter is all melted. Plate it and then top it with a bunch of grated pecorino and black pepper and you’re done.”

He watches you go through all the steps with ease, and once everything is ready, you take the appetizer plates and he takes the pasta bowls over to the table. Jax bounds over to investigate the delicious food smells and you stop him with a look.

“Jax, no begging. Go lie down.”

“Maybe I should feed him before we eat,” Dennis says, but you shake your head.

“Feed him after. He needs to learn that you eat first and he doesn’t get food just because you do.”

“Right. Ok. Do you want a drink? Wait, shit. I don’t have any wine or anything. I should have gotten something. I meant to.”

“Water is fine,” you say, taking your seat. “I’m not a big drinker anyway. Just when I go out and even then I’m a total lightweight. I mean, I had one glass of sangria at dinner the other night and basically attacked you in your car. That was… out of character for me. I don’t usually do that. I mean, I’ve never actually done that before.”

“Well I’m glad you did,” Dennis says, but now he feels bad—like he may have taken advantage of you. “But, I mean, I hope it wasn’t just because of the sangria.”

“Oh, God! No! It wasn’t… I didn’t mean it like that. Shit.”

“I just want to make sure that you don’t… uh… regret anything that happened. If I thought you were drunk, I would never have-”

“I wasn’t drunk,” you say. “I was maybe… slightly less inhibited, but I knew exactly what I was doing and I’m not sorry I did it. I would do it again. I’d like to do it again…”

Dennis exhales and you smile at him. “Good,” he says. “I just… I would never want you to feel like I took advantage of you or anything like that. I would never do that.”

“Dennis,” you reply. “I basically jumped you. If anyone took advantage of anyone, it was me.”

“Well, if that’s what you consider taking advantage of me, feel free to do it whenever you want.”

You giggle and tell him to eat before it gets cold, and when he takes his first bite of pasta, he can’t stop himself from moaning. It’s not lost on him that you shift in your seat a bit and bite your bottom lip when he does.

“Good, right?” you say.

“So good.”

About halfway through dinner, Dennis feels his phone vibrating in his pocket—a call from her this time. He pulls his phone out and hits decline and puts it back in his pocket, but thirty seconds later it starts vibrating again. He clenches his jaw as he rejects her again, but he knows she won’t stop calling.

“Do you need to take that?” you ask. “It’s fine if you do.”

“No,” he says. “It can wait.”

“Seems important if they keep calling. I’m fine here, really. If you need to take care of your legal stuff or whatever…”

“I would much rather finish dinner and keep talking to you than deal with this shit,” he replies, turning his phone off. “I feel like I haven’t even gotten to ask you any questions that don’t involve food preparation.”

“Well, what do you want to know?” you ask.

“Everything,” he replies.

***

Talking to Dennis is easy, effortless almost. It feels like you’ve known him forever even though you’re only just starting to learn about each other. Conversation flows smoothly as the two of you talk about your families and growing up. You learn that Dennis was a shy kid who focused mostly on his schoolwork, which comes as no surprise to you. You learn that his dad passed away when he was in high school and that the wealth on display around you is family money from his mother’s side. He doesn’t have any brothers or sisters, so everything went to him when she died. It makes you so sad to think that Dennis is all alone in this world—no family, no real friends. He avoids the topic of his marriage for as long as he can, but eventually he brings it up.

“I, uh, I’m sure you’re wondering… about the divorce… I mean, I would be if I were you.”

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, Dennis.”

“No,” he says. “It’s ok. Like I said, we were together for 12 years, married for 10. It was good for a while, or I thought it was, but she… uh… I guess she wasn’t happy. She… she changed. She started cheating on me after about 5 years.”

“I’m so sorry, Dennis,” you say, reaching out and grabbing his hand across the table. “When did you find out?”

“I, uh, she… she told me. When it started, she told me, and I just… I stayed anyway. I just wanted it to work. It was stupid. I know that now but…”

“You loved her,” you say, and it makes you so fucking angry to think about someone hurting him like that and so fucking sad to think that he couldn’t see he deserved so much better.

“I did,” he says. “But I shouldn’t have. She was… fuck…”

You see Dennis start to tense up and his eyes start to water.

“We don’t have to talk about it anymore,” you say.

“No, there’s just… there’s stuff I need to tell you, but it’s really hard.”

“There’s no rush, Dennis,” you say. “I’m not going anywhere. You can tell me when you’re ready, ok?”

And you mean it, but part of you is worried by how deadly serious his tone is. It’s very clear to you that something happened, something bad—worse even than cheating—and you’re terrified to know what it is even though you absolutely have to. You decide to shift gears a bit, because there are things you do need to know now—things that can’t wait.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” Dennis replies.

“What are you looking for? Like, in a relationship. Because I mean… you were married for a long time and you just got out of it and if you just wanted something casual that’s totally understandable, but I just… I don’t want to be a rebound.”

He looks at you, his blue eyes filled with so much pain you just want to hug him and kiss him but you don’t because you need to hear his answer.

“You’re not that. You could never be that. That’s not what I want.”

“What do you want?” you ask.

“I want a relationship—a real relationship with someone who actually loves me and doesn’t want to be with anyone else but me. I want someone who doesn’t make me feel like shit all the time and who doesn’t get drunk and say mean things and throw shit and… fuck.” He buries his head in his hands and you can hear him sniffling. “I just want to feel safe with someone.”

You know it without him having to say it—you just know, but you have to ask.

“Dennis, did she hit you?”

He nods, face still hidden behind his hands, and you feel your own tears start to fall.

“It’s so fucking embarrassing,” he says. “I mean, I’m twice her size and I just… I let it happen. For years.”

You get up out of your seat and walk over to him, gently pulling his hands away from his face and wrapping them around your waist as you sit in his lap. He buries his face against your chest and you can feel the hot tears soak your shirt as you hold his head in one hand and rub his back with the other.

“You’re safe with me,” you say, your heart absolutely breaking for him. “I promise.”

Jax walks over slowly and joins in the comfort circle, shoving his head between you and Dennis and licking his face.

“I think someone else wants to keep you safe, too,” you say, and you can feel Dennis chuckle against you.

Dennis brings his face up to look at you and you straighten his glasses before pressing your lips to his forehead. You just sit like that for a while, not saying anything, your hands running through his hair and across his neck and his back. He holds you tight, like a lifeline, as you let your body speak for you, trying to comfort him with your touch, feeling his heartbeat slowly return to normal. You want to find the words to make it all better, to make all of it go away, but you know that there’s nothing you can say to take that kind of pain away. It hurts a bit, not to be able to tell him that you love him, because you do—in a way, you do. You know you don’t know him well enough to really love him and you don’t want to frighten him, but you feel it anyway—that pull, that connection, that fierce desire to protect him from anything and everything, to make him happy, to be his strength and his security.

You wonder if he feels even half of what you do but you think that there’s no way—not with everything he’s dealing with. He’s probably terrified of loving someone again, and with good reason, and you would never ask that of him. But you’re willing to wait for him, to help him get there, to be anything he needs you to be.

“Thank you,” he says softly. “I… just… thank you.”

I love you, you think.

“You’re welcome,” you say. “But you don’t have to thank me.”

“Yeah,” he says. “I do. That was really fucking hard and I’ve been dreading this conversation but you made it easy. You make everything easier for me.”

“I hope so,” you say. “I want to. I just want to be with you, Dennis. I don’t care if that sounds fucking needy or clingy or desperate or crazy or whatever. It’s the truth.”

Dennis looks at you strangely. “Why would you think it sounds like any of those things?” he asks, and you sigh.

“You’re not the only one with a shitty ex, but we can deal with my shit another day.”

“No,” he says, “tell me. I mean, if you want to. You don’t have to.”

“Yes, I do. Eventually, I do, so fuck it, right? We’re obviously doing this tonight.”

“I guess we are, yeah,” he says. “But can we move to the couch? My leg is falling asleep.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” you say, scrambling to get off of him, but before you can get out of reach, he pulls you in and kisses you.

It’s a long, sweet kiss—the tender kind, the kind that says I love you—and you think that maybe he does feel the way you do. At the very least, you know he wants to be with you, too, and for now, that is more than enough.

You settle in next to Dennis on the couch and he puts an arm around you as you nestle against his chest. Jax jumps up on the couch on the other side of Dennis and puts his head on his lap, giving him puppy eyes too big, brown, and sweet to deny.

“Please tell me I can let him on the couch now,” Dennis says.

“Look at that face,” you reply. “How could I possibly ask you not to? I’m shocked you held out this long.”

“You told me to!”

“Yeah, well, it’s been long enough. We both want to snuggle with you and it’s not fair if I get to and he doesn’t.”

Dennis pulls you in even closer and you put one hand on his knee as the other lazily scratches Jax’s head.

“So,” you say, “you still wanna hear about my shitbag ex?”

“Only if you want to talk about it. I don’t want you to feel like you have to tell me anything just because I did.”

“I mean, I don’t want to talk about him just like I’m sure you didn’t want to talk about her. But I feel like… I don’t know… I just… I want you to know that I get where you’re coming from. I mean, sort of. My ex was mean, too. He was never violent or anything, but he said horrible things to me. He made me feel like shit about my… well, everything. Like I wasn’t good enough or pretty enough. He used to pick me apart—like, imagine everything you don’t like about yourself and some shit you didn’t even know you didn’t like about yourself—and the person who is supposed to love you just constantly points it all out to you. And he cheated, too. I mean, he claims that he didn’t, but she moved in with him a week after we broke up, so you do the math.”

“He’s an idiot,” Dennis says. “You’re fucking perfect.”

“I am certainly not perfect but, yes, he is an idiot.”

“If you were my girlfriend, I would fucking worship you every single day.”

Your heart skips a beat and you turn your face up to look at him. “Do you want me to be your girlfriend?”

“I… uh… I didn’t mean to… I was gonna do a whole thing and like ask you ask you…”

“Dennis, answer the question.”

“Fuck. Just… hold on. Give me five minutes.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. I want to do it right. Please?”

“Alright,” you say, “but hurry up.”

Your cheeks are burning from smiling so hard and you just want him to fucking ask you but you let him run off and do whatever cute thing he’s about to do because he looked so excited about it and you didn’t have the heart to tell him that, in your mind, you’ve already said yes. He runs out the back door and you wait, your heart beating wildly, but before he returns you hear a car pull up outside. Jax’s ears perk up and he’s on alert, and when the doorbell starts ringing over and over and the banging on the door starts, he’s up and barking like crazy.

You hear a woman’s voice screaming, “Dennis, open the fucking door!”

***

Dennis rushes out to the garden to cut a bouquet of peonies for you. He would have liked to take his time and pick the prettiest and most fragrant flowers from the bunch, but he doesn’t want to keep you waiting. He grabs the shears and cuts a few of the best-looking ones, trimming the ends to make sure the stems are level, and then wraps them in a purple ribbon. It’s a bit of a rush job, but he knows you won’t mind. Even so, his heart is pounding out of his chest as he makes his way back to the house because he’s about to ask you to be his girlfriend and you’re going to say yes.

He’s about twenty feet from the back door when he hears it: Jax barking and raised voices—women’s voices. He breaks into a jog and throws the door open and sees you holding Jax back by the collar as his ex-wife screams in your face.

“I’m not going anywhere until I see Dennis,” she yells.

“You need to leave,” you reply. “Now.”

“And just who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?”

“I’m his girlfriend,” you say, “and he doesn’t want you here.”

It warms Dennis’s heart to hear you say the word but he doesn’t have time to savor the moment.

“His girlfriend? Pfft. How much is he paying you to pretend you give a shit? What are you, one of those rent-a-whores or sugar babies or whatever the fuck you call yourselves? No wonder he doesn’t want to pay his fucking alimony anymore. Has to buy himself some pussy. Hope he’s paying you extra to fake it.”

Dennis can see the rage in your eyes and he needs to put a stop to this right now because he’s not entirely sure you won’t swing on his ex and he’s also not entirely sure he wouldn’t love to see it.

“Don’t fucking talk to her like that,” Dennis shouts. “You need to leave, Karen.”

“Ah, there he is. Nice flowers, big guy. Those for me? Maybe an ‘I’m sorry for being a cheap deadbeat who won’t pay his alimony’ gift?”

“You can talk to my lawyer. I have nothing to say to you. Get out of my house or I’m calling the police.”

Karen laughs—that brassy witchy laugh of hers that sets Dennis’s teeth on edge. “Always with the calling the cops. You’re such a fucking pussy.”

“And you’re drunk,” Dennis snaps, “I can smell it from here.”

“I assume you drove here,” you chime in. “The cops might have something to say about that. You should probably just go.”

“Why don’t you fuck off to the bedroom and wait for your meal ticket while I talk to my husband, hmm?”

“Your ex-husband,” you say, “and he doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“Still can’t speak up for yourself, can you, Denny? Have to have your lawyer or your little whore do it for you.”

“Call me a whore one more time. I fucking dare you,” you say, and Dennis sees Jax pulling you even closer to Karen.

At this point, Dennis doesn’t know who to be more concerned about: Jax going into protection mode or the fact that he knows that look in Karen’s eye—that I just want to hit something or someone look—and it’s directed right at you.

“Enough,” Dennis says, striding across the room and stepping in between you and Karen. “Sweetheart, can you take Jax upstairs?”

“I’m not leaving you alone with her,” you say, but you’re more concerned than angry now.

“I’ll be fine,” he promises you, giving you a kiss on the forehead before handing you the bouquet. “Here. These are for…”

You smile at him as you take them. “I know. And yes.”

You stand up on your tiptoes and kiss him, and for a second Dennis almost forgets that his psycho ex is standing three feet away drunk off her ass. But then she ruins the moment yet again.

“Aww, that’s adorable. You must be new. Haven’t figured out he can’t fuck yet, have you, sweetheart?” she spits.

Dennis freezes, every cell in his body tensing up as you turn to face Karen and look her up and down.

“Have you ever considered that maybe he just couldn’t fuck you?” you ask, and you walk away with Jax before she has a chance to answer.

Karen turns to Dennis with fire in her eyes. “So that’s it? You’ve got a new girlfriend to pay for and that’s why you’re cutting me off? We had a deal, Dennis. You get your divorce, I get my alimony. You agreed to it. You don’t get to change your mind because you bought yourself a shiny new toy to play with.”

“She has nothing to do with it,” Dennis says, but that’s a lie. You have everything to do with it because just knowing you gave him the courage to do what he should have done from the start. “I’m doing it because you don’t deserve a fucking dime from me ever again.”

Dennis hears the door to the office close and he can feel your presence behind him.

“You know what I think?” Karen asks. “I think you’re mad that you came over the other day and I was fucking somebody else. That’s what I think.”

“When have you not been fucking somebody else, Karen? I really can’t remember the last time, so no—that’s not it.”

He can see Karen looking at you with an evil smile on her face. “Oh, did you not know he came over to see me? Did he not mention that to you?”

Dennis turns to you, expecting you to be angry but you’re not. “I just went over to fix the dishwasher,” he tells you. “It was before I even got Jax.”

“It’s ok, baby,” you say. “Like I could ever be jealous of that.”

God, he loves you. He loves you so fucking much. And you’re so fucking sexy. He needs to get Karen the fuck out of his house immediately.

“Look,” Dennis says. “I’m going to ask you nicely, one last time, to please leave my house. Then I’m calling the police.”

“Fuck you, Dennis. I’m not leaving until you give me my fucking money.”

You scoff. “And I’m the whore? Jesus, lady, why don’t you get a fucking job? Or at least find a new man to pay for your life. You really can’t survive on your own without leeching off your ex-husband? Fucking pathetic.”

“Right,” Karen says, “like you’re not with him for the money.”

“I’m not, not that it’s any of your business.”

“Then what the hell could you possibly see in him?”

“Everything you didn’t,” you say, “now get the fuck out or I’m letting the dog rip your bitch face off. Fuck the cops.”

“This isn’t over, Dennis,” she says, stumbling towards the door.

“Yes,” he says, “it is.”

Dennis slams the door behind her and turns to you.

“I’m so sorry about that, she’s-”

“Fuck her,” you say, and you grab him by the t-shirt and pull him down into a bruising kiss.

Dennis moans into your mouth as he feels your hands running down his chest and up under his shirt, your palms hot against his skin as you push the fabric up. He breaks the kiss just long enough to get it off and toss it aside, and you lick your lips as you run your hands over his muscles. His whole body is on fire for you—every last nerve tingling at your touch and that hungry look in your eyes. He grabs the back of your neck and pulls your lips to his as his other hand drops to your ass and squeezes hard, and when you whimper into the kiss he brings his other hand down and lifts you up like you weigh nothing. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he carries you to the couch and sits down with you astride him.

Dennis untucks your shirt from your shorts and slides his hands up your back, and you arch into his touch before taking it off and tossing it on the floor. He was already hard, but the sight of your nipples straining against the sheer lace fabric of your bra has him throbbing. He swipes his tongue into your mouth and you dig your nails into his shoulders as you circle your hips on top of him, and when he starts to kiss down your neck to your chest you throw your head back and bury your hands in his hair. When he pulls one cup of your bra down and latches on to your nipple you gasp and tense up on top of him. He stops and looks up at you and he can tell something’s not right.

“Are you ok?” he asks. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” you reply. “It’s me. I’m just being stupid. Please don’t stop.”

“Talk to me,” he begs, and you squeeze your eyes closed and wince.

“I’m embarrassed.”

“Sweetheart, please.”

“I’m… self-conscious,” you say, “about my body. My ex was… critical. And you’re… fuck, you look like a Greek god and I’m just-”

“Gorgeous,” Dennis tells you. “You’re gorgeous and so fucking sexy. Do you feel how hard I am right now?”

You giggle and wiggle a bit in his lap. “Yeah.”

“Every single thing about you is beautiful to me, and I want to see all of you, but maybe… fuck, I hate that I’m saying this… maybe we should slow down.”

“Do you want to slow down?” you ask, but the answer is complicated.

“I want you so fucking bad I’m gonna explode,” he says, “but I think we might need to… talk through some things.”

“I’m ok,” you say. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Yes, you absolutely should have. And I’m glad you did, and I need to say some things, too.” Dennis puts your bra cup back up where it belongs and runs his hand down your side. “I don’t want to fuck this up. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“I fucked it up,” you say, your eyes starting to well up with tears. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Please just keep kissing me, touch me, fuck me, do whatever you want to me. I’m sorry.”

It breaks Dennis’s heart a little bit to do it, but he knows it’s the right thing. You’re not ready for this yet, and neither is he.

“Can we just talk for a bit?” he asks. “I have some stuff I need to say.”

Be open, Dennis. Be honest.

“Ok,” you say. “I’m listening.”

PART SEVEN >>>

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Stitching

Spencer Reid x Reader (female)

A/N- Much like Adam Driver, I have been a huge fan of Matthew Gray Gubler and criminal minds for years. With quarantine, I decided to re-watch the show from the beginning and I had some inspiration. My writing tends to take a while but if you have any requests or idea for Spencer Reid, please send them my way.

Word Count- 6286 words

Warning- Angst, mentions of violence and torture, fluff, tears, and the usual criminal minds details.

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? -William Shakespeare.

QUANTICO, VIRGINIA

“Good morning my lover and friends. As of 8:45 am, yesterday morning, four bodies have been found across the Washington State area. Locations confirmed to be Pomeroy, Baker City, Salem, and Mill Creek. All victims were very similar in physical appearance; Caucasian, red hair, brown eyes, approximately 5ft 4’.”

Garcia swiped her tablet to display family photographs of the victims on the screen. The team watched, in the debriefing room, as they scanned through their own tablets; reading through the details. Spencer’s eyes flittered over the images as his fingers scanned across the words in his paper file; still adamant on not working with technology like the rest of his team.

“What about the cause of death? How were they found?”

Garcia shivered at Rossi’s question.

“It’s not a pretty image. Each victim was dismembered at the elbows, knees, neck, and stomach. Further cuts were made vertically down the stomach and across the face, arms, and legs. Not deep enough to cut through bone, but deep enough to bleed out. Where the unsub cut our victims, he then sewed them back together.”

Emily looked up at Garcia.

“Are you saying the lacerations were made before the victim’s died?”

“Precisely. Each autopsy report came back the same with the cause of death pointing to the direction of blood loss; specifically, from the throat.”

The team looked at the new images before them. Multiple pictures appeared on the screen, showing the bodies of the victims. The pictures showing the women laid out in the same pose, thick thread holding together the pieces of their corpses. All had their eyes closed, except one.

“Garcia, the last victim, zoom into her face.”

Garcia did as Spencer asked.

“Her eyes are closed.”

Spencer nodded, glancing towards JJ as she spoke.

“Meaning that he felt remorse for this murder.”

Derek scrolled through the pictures on his tablet.

“The other three victim’s eyes are open, indicating that he wanted them to look. To watch what he was doing, whatever it may have been.”

Spencer looked across the table at the questioning faces.

“So, what changed between the third and the fourth victim?”

Hotch stood from his seat, indicating the others to grab their belonging.

“We can discuss further on jet. Wheels up in thirty.”

WASHINGTON STATE

Being greeted by the local police department in Clagstone, Spencer and the team began their investigation into the murders. Spencer did not know what it was, but the stitching on the bodies felt familiar. Like he had seen them before.

Looking up from his files, Spencer watched as Derek walked into the room, ending a call with who he could only presume to be Garcia.

“Garcia has just completed background checks on our latest victim. Lily Trent visited local film screenings at the Southview Centre religiously, to watch horror movies in particular. Seems like the girl loved anything horror and Halloween; according to her roommate and her computer history. It seems that are other victims did also.”

Spencer stood from his seat and walked towards the whiteboard at the back of the room. Writing down the details Derek stated, his brain began to filter through the relevant information needed.

“Halloween is ranked the ninth most celebrated holiday in the world. With different interpretations of the holiday occurring according to country and culture. Wearing costumes at Halloween did not even become an occurrence until 1585, with the first instance recorded in Scotland.”

Derek chuckled at Reid’s excitement. He knew the boy loved Halloween.

“Well it all looks like they were pretty huge fans of the holiday and horror films. Maybe our unsub was too.”

Spencer looked down at the photos in his hand, scanning his memory for any correlation.

“Maybe, it’s not just horror, but a particular film. If all the victims were presented in a certain way, maybe the unsub is trying to replicate what happened to a character in a particular film.”

Derek crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’ll call Garcia to search through all the victims search history to see if any particular horror films come up in each one. Do you know of any films that the unsub could have replicated?”

Spencer shook his head.

“I can collate his actions to hundreds of films but, the method of torture and look of the victims, I can’t think of one horror feature that pinpoints all that the unsub has done.”

A thought unexpectedly popped into Spencer’s mind. Derek cocked his head at the sudden halt from the resident genius.

“But I know someone who might.”

UNIVERSITY OF WASHINGTON

“The importance of genre in film alters many of the other aspects. The characters and their narrative arcs, the music score, cinematography, the edit, and so much more. Sometimes genre even dictates the director who signs onto the project. Dennis Dugan would not have a directing career if Adam Sandler stopped making comedy movies. Because that is what he directs. He doesn’t direct comedies; he directs Adam Sandler comedies. Which, in my opinion, are a whole genre on their own.”

The class chuckled.

“Genre plays a part in everyday life. Sometimes, your day will be led by romance, or grief, or action. There may be drama, or comedy, or even silence.”

The class looked on in concentration as Y/N walked across the floor. If someone who did not attend the college walked past the classroom, they could’ve presumed that she was a student. She looked young enough.

“It controls the way the characters talk, act, and move. How the plot thickens and pushes forward and…”

The doors at the back of the auditorium opened. Y/N looked up at the sound of the intrusion to see figures that she could not recognise, and one that she did.

Clearing her throat, she continued.

“And how it even ends. We shall leave it at that today. What I want you to do in the meantime is research a genre in particular and come up with examples that counteract the stereotypes that have been enforced upon the genre itself. Hand it in to your professor first thing Monday morning. Thank you.”

Y/N watched as the students collected their things and filtered out of the room. The figures waiting till she was only left before they walked down the steps.

Coming to a stop in front of her desk, Y/N crossed her arms and waited. Spencer stepped forward with a crooked smile on his face.

“Hi Y/N.”

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle.

“Long time no see stranger.”

Spencer’s cheeks burned at Y/N’s words. The team shared looks between them at the unfamiliar display. They had seen Spencer blush at people before, but not for a long time.

Spencer cleared his throat, preparing himself to act professional.

“This is Dr Y/F/N Y/L/N. Y/N travels across the country to guest speak at different universities on her topic at hand. She specialises in film studies, more importantly the focus of characters and genres. If I can’t connect the unsub’s actions to a film, Y/N most definitely can.”

Y/N smiled at Spencer’s praise.

“Nice to meet you all. So, what are you here to talk to me about Doc? Obviously, you’re here on a case and if you are asking for my help, I’m guessing it’s going to be pretty gruesome.”

Spencer blushed at the nickname; caught off guard by the word slipping of her tongue.

Sending a raised look towards Reid, Hotch began to explain why they were there.

“Were looking into a case of connected murders. All victims were found to have been mutilated and tortured in the same way. As well as showing resemblances in their physical appearances. With research, we’ve found that each victim was particularly fond of horror films and Halloween. We would just like for you to take a look and see if you could recognise if the ways in which they were harmed stemmed from a film in particular.”

Y/N nodded her head.

“Of course, anything to help.”

She reached for the files from Spencer’s hands, ignoring the tablet pushed in her direction by JJ.

“Sorry, I prefer to use paper. I only really use technology for my lectures or to watch films if they cannot be purchased in physical form.”

Derek smirked, shooting looks to his team, as his eyes landed on Spencer. He never thought he would meet a technophobe like Reid.

Y/N scanned through the pictures and documents, looking in detail at the lacerations at hand. She identified the similarities between the victims, as her mind swirled through the images and characters from the films, she knew held similarities.

“What were the names of all the victims?”

Emily looked towards the woman.

“That information is classified.”

Y/N did not blink at her abrasiveness.

“Were any of them called Sally?”

The team looked perplexed at her question.

“No. Why that name in particular?”

Y/N continued to scan the pages as Rossi questioned her.

“Because the unsub isn’t replicating anything from a horror movie. The unsub is replicating the physical appearance and staging of a character from an animated movie. A Disney one to be more specific.”

A light bulb flickered in Spencer’s mind as he stared at Y/N in realisation. The hair colours. The stitches. It made sense now.

“The Nightmare Before Christmas.”

LOCAL POLICE DEPARTMENT

“The Nightmare Before Christmas is a 1993 American stop-motion animated musical Halloween-Christmas fantasy film directed by Henry Selick and produced and conceived by Tim Burton. It became a cult classic during the early 2000s with orchestral concerts occurring every year to celebrate the spectacle of the film.”

Spencer indicated for JJ to change the monitor as he and Y/N stood in front of the team to explain the information.

“Originally, the story began as a poem written by Tim Burton. Both narratives follow the protagonist, Jack Skellington, into his journey to Christmastown, and how he tries to make Christmas his own. The character in question that your unsub is replicating is the love interest of our protagonist. Created by Dr Finkelstein, Sally is a ragdoll-esque character whose body is covered with stitches to keep her together. The form in which all the women were found is identical to this scene in the movie.”

The screen changes to show the scene in question; paused at the precise moment to prover her point.

“All red haired, all Caucasian, all eerily the same. The stitches are exactly the same and the pose in which they are in the pictures are also.”

“We now know which film our unsub is mimicking, but how can we produce a distinguished profile of our unsub? All we can say is that between his third and fourth victim, he suddenly began to feel remorseful of his crimes.”

Y/N looked towards Spencer, waiting for him to speak as he knew more details about the case.

“Garcia checked into the victim’s computer histories and found that all four victims attended a horror convention in the Washington state area over the course of the past month. The convention in particular runs every other weekend, focusing on different horror films to highlight. However, they always make an exception for one film; The Nightmare Before Christmas. Whilst reviewing receipts for the tickets, they were all brought through the convention’s website, which is run by its board of organisation every year. Up until recently, the board has held the same members.”

Derek tapped on his tablet to the convention’s website.

“Last month, the website released details stating that a distinguish member was no longer part of the board due to unforeseen circumstances.”

It suddenly dawned on Y/N who Derek was talking about.

“Dean Faulkner.”

Spencer whipped around towards Y/N.

All eyes laid on her as her breath increased.

“You know him?”

Y/N nodded at Hotch.

“I guest spoke at a panel with him a few years back at a separate university. We were both there, amongst others, to talk about the works of a genre that are expertise were in. I was there to basically provide loose ends for what they could not answer. Dean’s specialised area was horror. The whole time he spoke about what he described as the true villains of horror and of the world.”

Y/N gulped, her mouth going dry.

“Women.”

The wheels began to turn in the team’s heads.

Spencer stepped closer towards Y/N in assurance, seeing that her thoughts were becoming overwhelmed. He quickly stepped back after he realised what he had done.

“He went on a raging tangent about the damsel in distress and the final girl. Going on and on and on about how women are weak and would never be the last one standing if faced against the monsters in real life. How they manipulated the men and made the monsters seem worse than they truly were. The only time he spoke positively about women was when we finally calmed him down and, during a Q&A session, a student asked him who the perfect horror movie character was. He said Sally because she was forgiving and would do anything for Jack; even if that meant falling apart and being sewn back together. I tried to justify that the film does not necessarily fall into the genre of horror. But he rebutted saying that it most definitely did, because of the fact that Jack’s dream did not come true.”

The room was silent for a second, taking in the information.

Suddenly, Y/N grasped the pen from Spencer’s hands. Her finger scribbling across the whiteboard.

“I need to know the names of the victims. Get Penelope on the phone and tell me the names.”

The team shocked at her erratic movements, sat in silence.

“Do you want to capture this guy?”

Spencer licked his lips and repeated the victim’s names.

“Susanna Cole, Alice Dawes, Liberty May, and Lily Trent.”

Y/N swiftly wrote the names on the boards. Each name below the other. Underneath the last name she wrote the letter Y.

“Can you ask Penelope to track any females with the first name beginning with Y who have purchased a ticket to the next convention?”

Derek quickly began to type to her. The rest of the team looking on in disbelief.

“There were twenty-three purchases, but with cross referencing with the similarities in the other victims, one matched. Her name is Yasmine Driver.”

Y/N wrote the name on the board. Circling all the first letters of each name, it became clear there was another connection with the victims.

“Their initials spell Sally.”

Y/N nodded at JJ’s disbelief.

“Reid, when is the next convention being held?”

Spencer diverted his attention to Emily.

“Their schedule every two weeks, so that would make it… tomorrow.”

The team swiftly moved into action.

“JJ bring together the police force for a debrief. Derek and Rossi, go to the convention centre and question the board about Dean. Ask them how often he visited and if they have any knowledge of the victims visits to the convention. Spencer and Emily, contact Penelope for Faulkner’s address. Once you have visited the home, if he is there, bring him in. We’re going to try and catch him before he gets close to his goal. I will locate Yasmine and bring her to the station for safety. We don’t know how far he is going to go and what the end goal of his fantasy is. But we are going to stop him.”

The team swiftly did as they were told, leaving the room with only Spencer and Y/N behind. Just before the door shot, Hotch leaned back in.

“Thank you, Dr Y/L/N, for all your help. If possible, could you stay here with JJ and look through the documents? You know this guy more than we do, so any more information that comes to mind, please let us know.”

Y/N and Spencer watched as Hotch left the room, the door shutting behind him.

As the silence engulfed them, Y/N and Spencer were hyper aware that they were now alone and had been for the first time in weeks.

Spencer swiftly walked towards Y/N and embraced her in a tight hold. Wrapping her arms around the slender man, Y/N breathed in his scent.

“I’ve missed you.”

Y/N chuckled at Spencer’s muffled words, as his head rested on top of her own. Pulling back, Y/N slowly released Spencer, letting her hands drop to her sides.

“I’ve missed you too Doc. We can catch up later, I will be waiting right here. Now, go and save the girl.”

Spencer chuckled at her words but did as Y/N said. Throwing her a smile, Spencer quickly walked out the room, leaving Y/N behind.

Y/N sat in the room, looking over the files as the time passed, waiting to see Spencer return with the rest of the team. A knock on the door startled her from her search.

Looking up at the door, Y/N saw JJ walk into the room with two cups of coffee in her hands. JJ outstretched the one hand, placing the cup in front of Y/N, as she took a seat and began to sip at her own.

“I didn’t know how many sugars you took so I estimated.”

Y/N smiled at the woman’s kindness.

“Thank you. Have you heard anything from the others?”

JJ sat up in her seat as she watched Y/N look over the documents. Her fingers moving across the pages ever so quickly. Her hand that wasn’t tapped continuously on the table in a rhythm.

“Spencer and Emily located Faulkner’s home, but it was vacant. They’re looking around the premises for clues for where he may be; as we speak. Hotch and Derek just called saying they are on their way down with Yasmine now.”

Y/N nodded at her words. Glad to hear that the girl was safe, but the main priority now would be to locate Faulkner. She wanted to truly help them, before anyone else could get hurt.

JJ grabbed her tablet and began to search through the files for any missed out information. Silence befell across the pair, until JJ could not help but ask what they had all been dying to know.

“How did you and Spencer meet?”

Y/N had been waiting for the question. She had seen the looks the team had shared throughout the day. The questioning gazes towards the pair.

“Spencer and I were both guests speaking at the University of California a few months ago. He must have finished his lecture early as he was wondering the halls when he came across the class I was teaching. I was stood on the desk, encouraging the students to do the same. Spencer thought I was a student causing trouble whilst the professor had left the room. He ran in sprouting facts about the percentage of people who fall and severely hurt themselves whilst standing on tables. Telling me that I should get down before he reports me to my professor.”

JJ chuckled at Y/N’s story.

“Sounds like Spence alright.”

Y/N giggled in agreement. As she spoke, Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the memory of their first encounter. JJ noticed the smile on the woman’s face. She knew what that smile meant.

“So, I told him that he better stay there to catch me, just in case I fell, as I was trying to teach my students about the importance of character actions, and how doing something as simple as standing on a desk can amplify the tone of the scene. Like in the film Dead Poet’s Society. Spencer finally realised that I was also a guest speaker and he actually stood there for the next 40 minutes of my lecture. I didn’t need to stand on the desk that long, but I wanted to see if he would stay. Once the lecture had finished, he apologised for jumping to conclusions. I apologised for making him wait for 40 minutes in case I fell. He told me I didn’t make him wait; he chose to. We’ve been in contact ever since.”

Just as Y/N finished her story, the door to the conference room opened once more. Looking towards the door, Y/N watched as Hotch entered, followed by Yasmine. The young woman looked scared, but unharmed.

Y/N stood from her seat, unsure of what to do as Hotch insisted for Yasmine to take a seat.

“Do you want me to leave?”

Hotch nodded his head.

“We shouldn’t be long. The rest of the team are outside in the bullpen. You can go ahead and join them. JJ and I will take it from here.”

Y/N nodded her head, leaving the room. She watched as Hotch and JJ questioned spoke to Yasmine through the glass, before she turned and walked down the corridor to find Spencer and his friends.

Turning the corner, Y/N failed to stop herself before bumping into a tall figure. Looking up to apologise, her eyes suddenly widened at the familiar face. Before a sound could leave her lips, a blunt force knocked her out cold.

Spencer and the team discussed where Faulkner could be when Hotch strode into the bull pen.

“How did it go?”

Hotch walked towards his team, ready to answer Derek’s question.

“It seems that Faulkner had been stalking the victims for some time. Yasmine detailed seeing him turn up at the conventions, even though he was no longer allowed. She had previously complained about his behaviour to the board before his dismissal. Stating that Faulkner had sexually harassed her. Rossi, did anyone at the convention mention anything about Faulkner that we don’t know?”

“It seems that Yasmine wasn’t the only one. The other board members went into detail about why he was fired. It turned out that all of our victims, including Yasmine, had filed lawsuits against Faulkner for sexual harassment. The charges were ultimately dropped and never recorded to keep the convention’s reputation clear. But they fired Faulkner and banned him from being able to attend any further conventions. Taking away the Nightmare Before Christmas dedicated stand was just a coincidence. They felt that the convention needed something new as they had been celebrating the film for over eight years.”

Just as Hotch was about to declare what the next step would be in finding Faulkner, JJ burst through the ball pen.

“Guys, you have to come quick.”

The team, in shock, watched as JJ ran back towards the conference room. All quickly on her heels. Entering the room, she took control of the laptop, streaming the image to the projector.

Spencer could no longer breathe as he looked at the image on the screen.

“Y/N.”

The screen showed Y/N tied to a chair and bent forward; clearly in pain. Her surroundings empty and dark.

Suddenly a voice was heard.

“I sense there's something in the wind. That seems like tragedy's at hand isn’t there Dr Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

The team watched in horror as Dean Faulkner yanked Y/N’s head back, her body letting out a strangled cry at the pain caused by his actions.

Spencer felt sick, he felt like he was watching himself when Tobias Hankel had held him captive.

“Emily, call Garcia to track his location. We don’t have much time.”

Emily did as Hotch told her to. Talking as quickly as she could on the phone.

“She can’t track it; he’s re-routing the IP address every thirty seconds.”

“She needs to track it. She needs to find her now!”

They all jumped at Spencer’s outburst, watching as tears filled his vision and his hands began to shake.

“Spencer, you need to calm down, we are going to find her. He can’t have taken her far.”

Spencer took in Derek’s words. Taking a breath, he looked back at the screen as he tried to distinguish any recognisable features of where she may be.

Faulkner moved his face to rest against Y/N’s hair, smelling the tresses. She tried to pull away only for him to yank her back again.

“Why did you kill them Dean?”

Faulkner let go of Y/N’s hair. Walking to her side, he grabbed her face in a vicious grip. Yanking her to look at him.

“Why? They ruined my life, everything I ever worked hard for. You all did.”

Y/N looked at him in confusion.

“I did nothing to you.”

Y/N’s breath increased at the vicious look he sent her way. Her eyes flickered to the camera, knowing that Faulkner was streaming what was happening to Spencer and his team. She had to find a way to tell them where she was.

“You made them question my authority. My position. My integrity as a member of the board. You ruined my reputation by belittling me in California.”.

“That’s because you know nothing about horror Dean. You think you know everything about it, but you don’t.”

Spencer couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Why was Y/N taunting him?

“Garcia’s looking to see if there’s any abandoned properties around the area that he could have taken her to.”

Spencer didn’t even acknowledge Emily’s words.

Faulkner reeled back at Y/N’s taunt.

“I know everything there is to know about horror. I’ve seen it all. I’ve lived it. I’ve created it. Ask me anything about it, I know the right answers.”

“But you don’t. You have an idea of horror, your own idea, that is wrong. You believe that women are the reason you lost your job and became the monster that you are. But they’re not. The reason you’re a monster is because of your sick and twisted fantasies. You made those girls feel small and weak, didn’t you?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

The team watched in apprehension.

“Garcia, the location, we need it now.”

Rossi looked between the screen and the phone in Derek’s hand.

“I can get the area he’s holding her, but not the specific building. The whole town is basically abandoned. She could be anywhere from a shop to a house.”

“Keep looking.”

Spencer chewed on his lips. He had to think rationally. If the unsub was upset about the changes and losing his job, what could have been the last straw?

“Derek what was the film they replaced Nightmare Before Christmas with at the convention.”

Derek and Spencer shared a look.

“Cabin in the Woods.”

Spencer ran across the rooms to the files at hand.

“In the location that Garcia has tracked her too, there are three cabins, all within a walking distance of the other.”

The team began to rush out the room, transferring the livestream to a tablet so they could monitor Faulkner and Y/N.

“You’re weak Dean. You’re just like all the horror movie villains. Ghostface, pinhead, jigsaw, all of them. You feed of fear and feeling in control. But the only thing you have in common with them is that you’re not going to win.”

Faulkner scream in rage. Pulling Y/N’s head back, he punched her in the jaw. Striding to the camera, he pushed his face to the lens.

“The party’s over!”

Spencer watched in horror as the feed went off.

“Hotch we have to hurry!”

Hotch sped up the car. Quickly arriving to the location, the team split up into pairs, taking a cabin each to inspect. Hotch and Derek, Rossi and JJ, and Spencer and Emily veered off to their targeted locations. Spencer followed Emily, trying to stay calm, as he slowly walked into the cabin to find it empty, when suddenly a gun shot was heard. Looking in the direction, the pair ran to the cabin that Derek and Hotch had been assigned. The rest of the team already there, looking into the cabin in shock.

“No, no, no, no. Y/N.”

Spencer pushed in front of them, tears pooling in his eyes as he a waited to see the horror before him. He looked in disbelief as Y/N stood from her position on the floor, the gun dropping from her hand as they shook. Faulkner laid a few feet away, in a pool of blood, no longer breathing.

Y/N looked towards the team. Raising her shaking hands towards Spencer.

“I didn’t want to kill him but he was going to shoot whoever walked through the door.”

Spencer rushed forward, grabbing her in a bone crushing hug. His hands stroking her hair as he soother her cries. Leading her out of the cabin, he allowed his team to sort out the rest as he continued to calm Y/N down.

The movement of the team were a blur as ambulances and police cars came. Taking them to the hospital as they sat in the waiting room as Y/N was checked over.

Spencer sat in the waiting room, his leg bouncing up and down with nerves.

Derek excused himself from the groups conversation as he went and sat next to Spencer. Clapping him on the back, Derek squeezed Spencer’s shoulder in re-assurance.

“She’s going to be fine pretty boy.”

“Physically, she has a concussion, bruising along her jawline, and needs stitches on her forehead. Mentally, I don’t know how she is going to handle this. When I suggested asking for her help in the case, I didn’t presume the risk of her being hurt. I should have.”

“Spencer, listen to me. We would have done everything to make sure she lived okay. She not only saved herself but she also helped save Yasmine and this team. Any one of us could have been shot if she had not thought fast and got the gun out of his hands. You know, better than anyone, how to help her deal with this.”

Spencer took in Derek’s words, nodding his head in appreciation, as he leaned against his friend in a comforting hug.

“Probably wasn’t the ideal way to introduce your girlfriend to the team though.”

Spencer stuttered at Derek’s teasing.

“We’re profilers Spencer. We’ve all noticed how you’ve been happier these past few months and seeing how persistent you were for us to consult Y/N, it gave us all an idea why. Seeing you together only confirmed our suspicions. So, how long has pretty boy had his pretty girl?”

Spencer chuckled at Derek’s words. Ringing his hands together as he spoke to Derek.

“Tomorrow is actually our six-month anniversary. She was going to be flying back today so we could celebrate; unless I got called on a case.”

“We can still celebrate.”

Spencer looked up as Y/N walked through the waiting room, fresh stitches on her forehead and an ice pack resting in her hands.

“The nurse said that there was no internal damage. That my body will just be sore for a few weeks. My concussion is light, so I am alright to travel home.”

The team gathered around to check on her. But her eyes could not leave Spencer’s as he rose from his seat. Spencer walked forward slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Carefully he cupped her face in his hands, and to the surprise of Y/N and his team, Spencer bowed his head and placed a careful kiss on Y/N’s lips. Slow, protective, and full of love.

Pulling back, Spencer wrapped his arms around her as he looked at the beaming smiles of his teammates. Y/N couldn’t help the blush across her cheeks or the giggle that followed. Soon, everyone was chuckling at the pair.

“I would like to thank you Y/N. From the entire team. Your actions saved a young woman’s life, and what could have been one of our own.”

Y/N smiled in appreciation at Rossi’s words.

“You’re Spencer’s family. I would do it all again if I had to.”

“Statistically speaking, around 2,000 people a day are reported missing in the US. Approximately, 600 of those would be reported or considered kidnappings. It is highly unlikely for you to be put in a situation like that again.”

Y/N looked up at her boyfriend.

“I never thought I would say this, but your talk about me being kidnapped again is really attractive.”

The team laughed at the girl’s statement, seeing Spencer become physically embarrassed.

“Just to inform everyone, the jet will be ready to depart in forty-five minutes. As I was informed that today you would have been heading home, Y/N we have sent for your belongings to be collected; you can fly back with us.”

Spencer smiled at Hotch in gratitude, the older man knowing he would have only worried if she had flown home alone.

“Thank you, Mr Hotchner.”

Hotch let out a brief smile.

“Call me Hotch. Your part of Spencer’s life, that means your part of this family.”

BAU JET

It had been an exhausting few days for the team, and it showed, as they all were sporadically asleep throughout the jet. Silence encompassed the steel capsule, with only the sound of sleep filled breaths being heard.

Y/N laid fast asleep, with her head on Spencer’s shoulder, as the boy genius sat up wide awake. Looking down at the woman next to him, all Spencer could imagine was what could have happened if they weren’t quick enough. How many days he would have lost with her. All the things he wanted to tell her.

As though she could sense his deep thoughts, Y/N slowly awoke, rubbing her eyes as a yawn escaped her mouth. Blinking her eyes rapidly, she waited till she was fully conscious before she spoke.

“What time is it Doc?”

Spencer jostled out of his thoughts to check the watch on his wrist.

“It’s 2:36 am. You’ve been asleep for approximately 3 hours and 22 minutes.”

Y/N quickly sat up in her seat, wide awake.

Spencer turned towards her in worry, wondering what had made her so alert.

“What wrong? Are you feeling nauseous? Do you need some painkillers, as your due to have…”

Y/N grabbed Spencer’s face and placed her lips flush against his own. Their mouths moved in unison, as Spencer’s own hands moved to circle around her waist, bringing their bodies as close as they could be in the small space they had. They hadn’t kissed since the hospital, and before then it had been weeks. Spencer never realised until then, how much he truly missed her touch, her taste, her as a whole.

Coming to a point where they both lacked breathe, the pair pulled apart. Their eyes fluttering open as Y/N’s hands caressed Spencer’s face. Her one hand travelled to his hair, feeling the tresses that had grown since she had last seen him. She looked at him in a way no one had before. Spencer shared the same expression.

“Happy six-month anniversary Spencer. I love you.”

Spencer looked at Y/N in disbelief.

“Before you start spouting of facts about transference and how I am probably only saying this because you saved my life, you’re wrong. Because then I would be telling Hotch and Morgan the same thing.”

Spencer couldn’t help the watery smile that graced his face. For the second time in the past day, his eyes filled with tears. But this time, they were good.

“I’ve known I have loved you for a long time. For five months actually. I knew I loved you when we made pizza in your apartment and we ended up burning it, so we ordered one instead.”

Spencer laughed at the memory. It was the first time Spencer had initiated their make out. He had watched her cooking, in his apartment, and he had never found her more attractive than he did seeing her in his home.

“I knew that whilst you were spouting of facts about the invention of the pizza that I loved you and that I could listen to you forever. I love you Spencer.”

Spencer pulled Y/N closer to him as he rested his forehead against her own. The pair basked in each other’s presence.

“Past surveys show that men wait just 88 days to say those three little words to their partner for the first time, and 39 percent say them within the first month. Women, on the other hand, take an average 134 days. You knew after 31 days that you loved me. I knew after our first date that the way I felt when I was with you is a feeling that I could not even describe with my vast vocabulary. I knew after 8 days that the way I felt was stronger than liking you and that was a frightening thought. But its scarier to think what could have happened to you yesterday. That I could have lost you without you ever knowing. I made that mistake before. I will never make it again. I love you too.”

Y/N couldn’t help the smile and giggle that overtook her. Spencer, feeling high of the serotonin that was coursing through his body, couldn’t help his laugh either. Soon the pair were a giggling mess, unaware of the team who had all begun to awaken whilst the pair were talking.

The team congregated to the back of the jet, allowing the couple to stay in their own bubble.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve seen him truly happy.”

The group nodded at Emily’s words.

JJ smiled as she watched her best friend rattle of the possible movies that he and his girlfriend could spend their anniversary watching as she recovered. Her smile growing even wider at Y/N’s enthusiasm to watch the film’s in their original language. None of them could miss the look of adoration beaming between the pair.

“Yeah, it really has.”

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. -Lao Tzu

A/N- It isn’t the best but I really enjoyed writing this one.

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FRIDAY, NOV. 2; 6 - 10 p.m. Triforium Fridays Night 3 Triforium — Temple and Main St., downtown Los Angeles The Joseph Young-designed public sculpture opened in 1975 as a monumental musical instrument. The six-story, 60-ton structure has fallen into disrepair but this series of "Polyphonoptic Parties," curated by the band YACHT, allows the public to see, hear and experience the work as the artist intended. The final installment features THAO (of the Get Down Stay Down), TAIKOPROJECT, Molly Lewis and Restless Nites DJs. COST: FREE; MORE INFO

FRIDAY, NOV. 2; 6 - 10 p.m. Late Night! Notorious RBG Skirball Cultural Center — 2701 N. Sepulveda Blvd., Brentwood If you haven't had a chance to check out the exhibition "Notorious RBG: The Life and Times of Ruth Bader Ginsburg," now's your chance. The galleries stay open late as dublab's Mamabear provides the soundtrack. In honor of the Supreme Court justice, the Skirball has invited a number of women-owned food trucks to the event including Mandoline Grill, Dina's Dumpling and Sugo Italian. COST: $5; MORE INFO

FRIDAY, NOV. 2 - SUNDAY, NOV. 11 AxS Festival: City as Wunderkammer Throughout Pasadena and the greater L.A. area The festival's 12 programs incorporate the concept of the "wunderkammer" or "cabinet of curiosities" to explore the intersection of art and science. Highlights include Australian artist Lawrence English's site-specific public sound artwork that re-appropriates the decommissioned Los Angeles Civil Defense System; a two-gallery exhibition of light works by Phillip K. Smith III at Claremont Graduate University; and an Election Day Parade: Grand Buddha Marching Band. The festival's opening reception is being held at the Armory in Pasadena from 7 to 9 p.m. on Friday. COST: Most programs are free; MORE INFO

SATURDAY, NOV. 3; 11 a.m. - 4 p.m. Grand Ave Arts: All Access Grand Ave., downtown L.A. Arts and culture organizations open their doors for family-friendly activities, interactive workshops and tours during a day-long celebration. Go on a scavenger hunt at The Broad. Take part in musical activities at the Colburn School. Listen to the Los Angeles Chamber Orchestra. Participate in other diversions at the Los Angeles Public Library, L.A. Opera, L.A. Phil, MOCA, The Music Center and REDCAT. COST: FREE; MORE INFO

The Orange County Museum of Art opens its temporary space with a party this weekend in Santa Ana. (Image: Courtesy of OCMA)

SATURDAY, NOV. 3; 12 - 5 p.m. OCMAEXPAND-Santa Ana Open House South Coast Plaza Village — 1661 W. Sunflower Ave., Santa Ana The Orange County Museum of Art throws a party to celebrate its temporary digs. (The museum's new permanent home, at the nearby Segerstrom Center for the Arts, is slated to open in 2021.) Meet exhibiting artists Rodrigo Valenzuela, Mariángeles Soto-Díaz, Valentina Jager, Alan Nakagawa and Kathryn Garcia. You can also listen to gallery talks and presentations while you enjoy live sets by local bands The Aquadolls & VENEER. COST: FREE; MORE INFO

SATURDAY, NOV. 3; 8 p.m. The Los Angeles Pancakes & Booze Art Show Catch One — 4067 W. Pico Blvd., Arlington Heights The pop-up art event showcases more than 500 works by more than 150 artists. In addition to the art, there are free pancakes as well as craft beers and cocktails (cash bar). Live music and DJs help you get into the spirit of the season with a zombie fashion show. This event is 21+ only. COST: $10 - $15; MORE INFO

SATURDAY, NOV. 3; 10:30 a.m. Jason and the Argonauts Vista Theatre — 4473 Sunset Blvd., Los Feliz The Secret Movie Club screens the 1963 adventure fantasy film in 35mm. Watch the Greek hero and his band of adventurers on their quest to find the Golden Fleece. Better yet, watch it for the stop-motion magic of the great Ray Harryhausen. COST: $12.75 - $20; MORE INFO

SATURDAY, NOV. 3 - SUNDAY, NOV. 4; 8 p.m. Beastie Boys Book: Live & Direct with Adam Horovitz and Michael Diamond The Montalban Theatre — 1615 Vine St., Hollywood Tickets are scarce for these two shows but totally worth it if you can get them. Both events feature a live score provided by Mix Master Mike, readings and a conversation between Mike D, Ad-Rock and a guest moderator, followed by a Q&A. Fans can also check out a new Beastie Boys exhibit at the Montalban, curated by the band and Beyond the Streets. COST: $75 (includes book); MORE INFO

SATURDAY, NOV. 3 - SUNDAY, NOV. 4; 11 a.m. (doors open) Tropicália Music & Taco Fest The Queen Mary — 1126 Queens Hwy., Long Beach The festival's A+ lineup includes Morrissey, Mazzy Star, Kali Uchis, Toro y Moi, Albert Hammond Jr., Kero Kero Bonito (among many other acts) on Saturday and Cardi B, Mac Demarco, Chicano Batman, Allah-las, La Sonora Dinomita and Ronnie Spector on Sunday. No word on the taco lineup. The festival is all ages. COST: Single-day passes start at $150; MORE INFO

SATURDAY, NOV. 3; 11 a.m. - 6 p.m. Sanctuary Marketplace 2018 Sanctuary LAX — 10914 S. La Cienega Blvd., Lennox For the fifth year in a row, the adult entertainment studio hosts a marketplace with dozens of BDSM, kink-focused artisans and vendors. A stage show will be hosted by comedian and podcaster Sir Gear. COST: $10 admission; MORE INFO

SATURDAY, NOV. 3 - SATURDAY, DEC. 8 Remembrance, The Faces & Places Historic Southwest Museum (Mt. Washington Campus) — 234 Museum Drive, Mt. Washington The pop-up exhibition from the Arroyo Arts Collective features the work of 20 artists who are creating altars in the niche spaces of the portal tunnel and Sprague Hall. The works explore death, grief, love and loss, as well as the rituals of Halloween and Día de los Muertos. There are a number of exhibition-related programs throughout the run, including an opening artists' reception on Saturday at 2 p.m. with traditional African ancestral chants and a drum and dance salute/libation by Nzingha Camara and Rene Fisher-Mims. COST: FREE; MORE INFO

SATURDAY, NOV. 3; 8 p.m. The Phantom of the Opera Younes and Soraya Nazarian Center for the Performing Arts (The Soraya) — 18111 Nordhoff St., Northridge The performing arts center at CSUN screens the 1925 classic film starring Lon Chaney accompanied by a live score. Richard Kaufman conducts the New West Symphony, which features guest artists Dennis James on organ and soprano Kristi Holden. COST: Tickets start at $34; MORE INFO

SATURDAY, NOV. 3; 5 - 8 p.m. Art Salon Chinatown presents Kristina Wong Realm — 425 Gin Ling Way, Chinatown The Ministry of Culture art collective presents the sixth edition of Art Salon Chinatown with L.A.-based performance artist Kristina Wong. As part of her campaign/show, "Kristina Wong for Public Office," she'll make her final campaign appearance before the 2018 midterm elections and the gallery will transform into her campaign HQ. The accompanying exhibition will be on view through Dec. 10. COST: FREE; MORE INFO

SATURDAY, NOV. 3; 2 - 11 p.m. HARD Day of the Dead Los Angeles State Historic Park — 1245 N. Spring St., downtown L.A. The music festival returns to the park after a six-year hiatus with headliners Justice, Die Antwoord and Knife Party. This festival is 21+. COST: $79.99 - $159.99; MORE INFO

SATURDAY, Nov. 3; 9 a.m. - 4 p.m. Over L.A.: Aerial Accounts USC's Doheny Memorial Library — 3550 Trousdale Parkway, University Park Explore Southern California from an overhead perspective while keeping your feet on the ground. There ae panel discussions, interviews and presentations examining everything from Southland sunlight and the region's biodiversity to the relationship between helicopters andarchitecture. COST: FREE, but RSVPs requested; MORE INFO

SUNDAY, NOV. 4; 3 - 4:30 p.m. CAAM Reads! Parable of the Sower California African American Museum — 600 State Dr., Exposition Park The museum's monthly book club continues with Octavia Butler's "Parable of the Sower," a sci-fi novel set in a dystopia where society has collapsed due to climate change, inequality and corporate greed. Research librarian Denise L. McIver will moderate the discussion. Titles are selected in conjunction with the exhibition, "Robert Pruitt: Devotion," which investigates the intersection of black identity, spiritual traditions and technology. COST: FREE; MORE INFO

Iron Triangle Brewing believes that beer makes things better—even studying ballot propositions on a Sunday afternoon. (Image: Iron Triangle/Facebook)

SUNDAY, NOV. 4; 5 - 8 p.m. Pints and Props Night Iron Triangle Brewing — 1581 Industrial St., downtown L.A. Are you registered to vote in Tuesday's midterm elections but not sure what's on the ballot? Learn more about the props and measures at a civilized debate — while drinking beer. The brewery is selling $5 beers all day long for anyone who promises to vote when they order a beer. COST: FREE admission (beer tab's on you); MORE INFO

SUNDAY, NOV. 4; 12 - 5 p.m. Arts of Africa Festival Fowler Museum at UCLA — 308 Charles E. Young Dr. W., Westwood The all-ages festival presents an afternoon of African-inspired food, music, storytelling, gallery talks and conversations. View the works in "Striking Iron" through the eyes of contemporary blacksmiths, who discuss the technical details and artistic expression of certain objects, and stick around for a live forging demonstration. Partake in a Mbira-Making workshop that shows you how to build your own five-note thumb piano. Then, learn how to compose and play short songs with world music educator Dr. Craig Woodson. COST: FREE; MORE INFO

Abbi Jacobson speaks onstage during Netflix TCA 2018 on July 29, 2018 in Beverly Hills, California. (Photo by Matt Winkelmeyer/Getty Images for Netflix)

SUNDAY, NOV. 4; 7:30 - 9 p.m. Abbi Jacobson in Conversation Garrison Theater at Scripps College — 241 E. 10th St., Claremont The actor, writer, producer and illustrator Abbi Jacobson is best known as co-creator and co-star of Broad City but she also released a book, "I Might Regret This: Essays, Drawings, Vulnerabilities, and Other Stuff." The debut collection was inspired by a solo cross-country road trip. Each ticket includes a copy of the book. Waitlist only. COST: $25 - $35; MORE INFO

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Entry Lists Released for U.S. Short Track Nationals at Bristol

The expected entry lists for Bristol Motor Speedway’s U.S. Short Track Nationals have been released. To no one’s surprise the lists are massive, with over 500 drivers ready to attack the historic facility May 19-21.

The divisions involved are Super Late Models (co-sanctioned by CRA, CARS, and the Southern Super Series), Pro Late Models (sanctioned by CRA), Late Model Stocks (sanctioned by CARS), Modifieds (sanctioned by the National Short Track Racing Alliance), Street Stocks (sanctioned by CRA), and Sport Compacts (sanctioned by Vores Cup)

Just a few weeks ago Bristol requested the participating sanctioning bodies limit each division to a certain number of entrants. The maximum number set by the Speedway are: 80 Super Late Models, 80 Pro/Crate Late Models, 60 Late Model Stocks, 80 Modifieds, 110 Street Stocks, and 110 Compacts. The numbers have been exceeded in all but two divisions.

Bristol is now asking those who may not compete to contact their corresponding sanctioning bodies.

For more information visit www.bristolmotorspeedway.com

U.S. Short Track Nationals Entries as of 3/27/17

Super Late Models (CRA/CARS/Southern Super Series # DRIVER CITY ST 1 C Keith Cahela Boaz AL 1 J Cody Coughlin Delaware OH 1 S Derek Scott Franklin TX 1 Jake Crum Taylorsville NC 2 J Kyle Jones Germantown OH 2 L Robby Lyons Seminole FL 2 N Trevor Noles Fuquay-Varina NC 2 W Donnie Wilson Oklahoma City OK 4 A Dalton Armstrong Alexandria IN 4 M Rob Maynor Hartland WI 4 N TBA 4 P Kyle Plott Mareitta GA 4 R Cory Roper Baytown TX 4 X Ben Rowe Turner ME 5 B John Beale Verona WI 5 D Nathan Davis Dora AL 5 S Will Sahutske Northville MI 6 R Logan Runyon Cambridge OH 6 S Brandon Setzer Newton NC 7 C Tyler Church Concord NC 7 D Erik Darnell Huntersville NC 7 E Doug Elliott New Smyrna FL 7 G Weston Griffith Jr Crown Point IN 8 F Tate Fogleman Durham NC 8 N John Hunter Nemechek Mooresville NC 9 C Jeff Choquette Orange Park FL 9 T Jason Timmerman Hicksville OH 12 Harrison Burton Huntersville NC 14 D Chris Davidson Pearland TX 14 G Cale Gale Athens GA 14 O Connor Okrzesik Grand Bay AL 15 H Roy Hayes Concord NC 15 M Joey Miller Lakeville MN 16 Lucas Jones Mooresville NC 17 B Josh Brock Corbin KY 17 M Eddie McDonald Rowley MA 23 S Thomas Skiles Indianapolis IN 23 V Eddie VanMeter Indianapolis IN 26 B Bill Burba Germantown OH 26 P Bubba Pollard Senoia GA 26 S Chandler Smith Jasper GA 26 T Rick Turner Yorktown IN 26 X Travis Braden Wheeling WV 27 Gatlin Lance Morristown TN 29 D Spencer Davis Dawsonville GA 29 S Tommy St.John Indianapolis IN 30 Joshua James Saukville WI 34 Nolan Pope Harrisonville MO 35 Derek Ramstrom Worcester MA 41 B Brandon Johnson Mooresville NC 41 J Hunter Jack Auburn IN 41 L Nick Leitz Chesapeake VA 43 Dennis Schoenfeld Van Buren AR 45 Joey Mucciacciaro Wolcott CT 47 C Brian Campbell Wyoming MI 47 K Allen Karnes Sharpsburg GA 47 S Dakota Stroup Owensboro KY 49 Jeff Batten Nashville NC 51 G Noah Gragson Las Vegas NV 51 N Stephen Nasse Largo FL 51 O Brandon Oakley Dayton OH 51 R Cole Rouse Fort Smith AR 53 J Boris Jurkovic Manhattan IL 53 W Jerry White Concord NC 54 Matt Craig Kannapolis NC 55 TBA 56 Robert Ford Lake City FL 57 C John Coffman Live Oak FL 57 T Cole Timm Mooresville NC 58 A Tyler Ankrum Colton CA 58 F Jeff Firestine Venice FL 62 Cassten Everidge Hudson IN 66 B Logan Beardan Leander TX 66 W Steve Wallace Mooresville NC 71 John VanDoorn Fruitport MI 76 Bubba Wallace Forest City NC 79 Kyle Bryant Navarre FL 81 F Jared Fryar Trinity NC 81 X TBA 83 Joey Padgett Concord NC 87 Mike Mazzagatti Clinton OH 88 Garrett Jones Mooresville NC 93 Dave Russell Clarence NY 96 Blake Jones Sevierville TN 97 Chase Purdy Huntersville NC 98 K Paul Kelly Pendergrass GA 98 M Mason Mingus Nashville TN 99 H Fred Hopkins New Castle IN 99 L Raphael Lessard St-Joseph CAN 99 O Justin Oertel Lincolnshire IL 112 Augie Grill Hayden AL 158 Daniel Webster Polk City FL 354 Chris Nash Portage MI JEGS/CRA ALL STARS TOUR # DRIVER CITY ST 0 Brandon Curron McCalla AL 1 C Cody Coughlin Delaware OH 1 D Dave Duncan Cicero IN 1 L Brandon Johnson Mooresville NC 1 S Jon Beach Watervliet MI 2 John Bolen Jasper AL 4 H Matt Hall Newport MI 4 X TBA 4 Phil Bozell Portage MI 5 C Michael Clancy Jr Ortonville MI 5 H Tyler Hufford Schoolcraft MI 5 L Eric Lee Macomb MI 6 Cody Quarrick Uniontown PA 7 B Jackson Boone Franklin TN 7 C TBA 7 D Cole Daffron Pell City AL 7 P Joey Pontbriand Norway MI 7 X TBA 8 H Hope Hornish Defiance OH 8 N John Hunter Nemechek Mooresville NC 8 T Scott Tomasik Avon IN 9 Jeff Choquette Orange Park FL 11 A Dustin Ash Las Vegas NV 11 C Stacy Crain Brentwood TN 12 B Brandon Brilliant Atlanta GA 12 L Dan Leeck Birch Run MI 14 D Corey Deuser Lanesville IN 14 H Carson Hocevar Portage MI 15 C Trey Craig Louisville KY 15 J Colt James Newton NC 15 T Kevyn Terry Citra FL 17 B Josh Brock Corbin KY 17 S Keith Sterkowitz Cedar Lake IN 20 Jack Dossey Indianapolis IN 22 Jamie Cox Dorcehster ONT 23 C Mandy Chick De Soto KS 23 G Dalton Grindle Flowery Branch GA 23 K Chris Koslek Grand Rapids MI 23 V Billy Van Meter Indianapolis IN 26 A Willie Allen Centerville TN 26 B Bill Burba Germantown OH 26 X Travis Braden Wheeling WV 27 Joe Ross Kansas City MO 28 Jack Smith Clyde OH 29 D Spencer Davis Dawsonville GA 29 K Austin Kunert Batavia IL 30 Memphis Villarreal Corpus Christi TX 32 Kent Baledge Alexandria IN 33 O Dillion Oliver Bowling Green KY 33 S Carter Stokes New Smyrna FL 40 Jordan Miller Breezewood PA 43 Justin South Leeds AL 44 Steve Laking Guelph CAN 46 Cole Williams Borden IN 47 C Brian Campbell Wyoming MI 47 S Dakota Stroup Owensboro KY 48 B Dwayne Baker Stayner CAN 48 C Kent Crane Independence MO 51 F Eddie Fatscher East Northport NY 51 N TBA 51 O Brandon Oakley Dayton OH 53 Kyle Ivey Nashville TN 54 H David Hite Apopka FL 54 T Brandon Thomson Seminole FL 56 Jerry Andrews Kalamazoo MI 66 Nate Walton Hudsonville MI 67 Ben Welch Spring Lake MI 81 Bob Varney Richmond MI 83 Andy Bozell Portage MI 88 Roger Reuse Alabaster AL 89 Bobby Reuse Alabaster AL 96 Marc Jacobs London ONT 97 I Robbie Iverness Escanaba MI 97 J Jaxson Jacobs London ONT 99 Harrison Hall Circleville OH 114 Sterling Marlin Columbia TN 127 David Strode Independence MO 145 Bill Melvin Trussville AL 407 Jason Vail Clermont FL CARS TOUR LATE MODEL STOCK CARS # NAME CITY ST 2 Paul Nogradi Knoxville, TN 2 Myatt Snider Charlotte, NC 2 Cody Haskins Marietta, GA 3 Taylor Jorgenson Stockbridge, GA 4 Mike Chambers Timberlake, NC 5 Jeremy Burns Simpsonville, SC 7 Bradley McCaskill Wendell, NC 7 Justin Crider Statesville, NC 7 Brandon Rogers Canton, NC 4 A Anthony Alfredo Mooresville, NC 8 Deac McCaskill Raleigh, NC 8 Trevor Rizzo Bluffton, SC 11 Jeff Oakley Manquin, VA 12 Ryan Wilson Randleman, NC 12 Paul Wark Winston-Salem, NC 12 Austin McDaniel Harrisburg, NC 12 Ryan Gray Raleigh, NC 14 Ryan Repko Denver, NC 15 Bryson Dennis Chuckey, TN 15 Sheflon Clay Asheville, NC 16 Colby Howard Simpsonville, SC 18 Evan Swilling Cohutta, GA 18 Ty Gibbs Huntersville, NC 21 Tim Allensworth Wallace, NC 21 Travis Swaim High Point NC 23 Zachary Dabbs Mooresville, NC 24 Kevyn Terry Citra, FL 26 Joey Trent Gray, TN 27 Tommy Lemons Troy, NC 29 Jake Ruggles Kannapolis, NC 30 Taylor Coffman Bean Station TN 32 Jerry Miracle Indian Trail NC 32 Brandon Grosso Belle Mead NJ 37 Joel Courage Dublin, CA 38 Hunter Byrd Clarksville, TN 38 J Ricky Jones Angier, NC 39 Grayson Massey Dryfork, VA 42 Craig Stallard Jenkins, KY 44 Justin Johnson Troy, NC 44 M Nate Monteith Bluff City TN 57 Justin Carroll Concord, NC 66 Austin Peters Kingsport, TN 74 Ronald Hill Rougemont, NC 77 Logan Jones Fredericksburg, VA 81 Jared Fryar Trinity, NC 87 Hayden Woods Piney Flats TN 88 Chris Davis Hillsborough, NC 88 B Josh Berry Mooresville, NC 96 Danny O’Quinn Abingdon, VA 97 Dylan Garner Yorba Linda CA 97 William Lester Lexington, NC 98 Stefan Parsons Cornelius, NC 99 Layne Riggs Bahama, NC TOP SPEED MODIFIEDS # NAME CITY ST 0 Tony Dager Grabill, IN 0 R Lucas Ripley Ulrichsville, OH 1 Wayne Jefferson Pinellas Park FL 1 Bill Prietzel West Allis WI 1 B Dan Burden North Canton OH 1 W Wayne Parker Mount Dora FL 1 W Rick Wiecorek Mount Morris MI 3 Kyle Bookmiller Riverview, FL 4 Mike Hadley Jr Greenwood, IN 5 H Bobby Heyink Eaton Rapids MI 5 Al Berry Auburn, IN 5 Greg Fullarton Howell, MI 7 S Bob Sibila Massillon, OH 7 Matt Dimit Huntington, IN 8 Scotty Tomasik Avon, IN 8 Jamie Sites Tipp City OH 9 Cory Nuttle Yoder, IN 9 N RJ Norton III Indianapolis, IN 11 Brian Nester Hamilton, IN 12 Chad Poole Springfield, OH 12 J Josh Nester Edon, OH 12 N Dave Nester Edon, OH 12 X Michael Occhipinti Dearborn, MI 13 Kevyn Terry Citra, FL 13 Kyle Purvis Marion, OH 13 M Sean McPherson Riley, MI 14 Mike Maddox Tupelo, MS 14 Tim Burkett Hamilton, IN 15 Scott Jones Marysville, OH 16 Bill Melvin Trussville, AL 16 Stephen Klinect West Salem OH 17 Chris Cotto Milton, FL 19 Andy Shutts Orient, OH 21 Ross Klingelhofer Quincy, OH 24 Buddy Gray Petoskey, MI 26 Jeff Lane Knightstown, IN 28 Dameron Taylor Indianapolis, IN 30 Y Brad Yunker Swanton, OH 30 Jonathan Martin Fort Wayne IN 31 Parker Pugh Madison, AL 31 L Chad Lemmerman Streetsboro, OH 31 Doug Meyer North Canton OH 32 D Danny McGowan Huntington, WV 33 Jason Morman Seabrook, TX 33 Jeremy Menninger Pataskala, OH 35 Evan Foster Clarkston, MI 36 Darrin Bowman Ambia, IN 39 Dave Christensen Clio, MI 40 Chris Stark Lewiston, MI 43 Billy Marcoux Goulais River Canada 44 Robert Babb Chesapeake, VA 45 Todd Gearhart Montpelier, OH 46 Doug Moff Fort Myers FL 51 Ryan Tamburro Worthington, OH 53 David Dobbins Hartville, OH 53 Z Eldon Zacek Jr Concord, NC 54 Clayton Green Marble Falls TX 57 Tim Moore Pinellas Park FL 57 N Tyler Nuckles Groveport, OH 57 Blake Rowe Ortonville, MI 58 Dan LaRocco Strongsville, OH 60 Brian Brewer Galena, OH 60 Bobby Gery Carrollton, VA 60 Sam Bigham New Franklin OH 61 Tyler Shullick Vermillion, OH 68 Stu Robinson Jr Beaverton, Canada 70 Mark Bott Port Austin MI 71 William Skaggs North Fort Myers FL 71 Johnny Brazier Hazel Green AL 71 Brett Hahne Brighton, MI 72 Gary Zink Jr Orient, OH 76 Mark Timmerman Fort Laramie OH 77 Hunter Slayton Richmond, VA 77 Kevin Doran Lebanon, OH 78 Travis Eddy Beaverton, MI 82 John Hansel Columbus, OH 82 Rick Sibila Mineral City, 84 Bubba Brooks Kalamazoo, MI 86 John Long Niles, MI 88 Travis Stepp Star City IN 88 E Ethan Mullet Hilliard, OH 93 Doug 1 Dowagiac, MI 95 Dave Stacy Enron, OH 111 George Perkins Fort Wayne IN 131 Jeff Letson Madison, AL 141 Rocky Rogers Jasper, AL TBA Mike Rush Powell, OH X Damon Breedlove Greenfield, IN CRA STREET STOCKS # DRIVER CITY ST 00 B Bruce Burch Greenbrier TN 00 G Cliff Gaumond Midland NC 00 H Brett Hudson Owensboro KY 00 W Gordon Watson Tipp City OH 0 Ricky Young Beavercreek OH 1 D Brandon Tregembo Ray MI 1 W Jamie Whitt Wise VA 1 Jerry Zordan Bangor MI 2 B Jim Boyle East Windsor CT 2 F Bill Fisbie Jr. West Danby NY 2 S Paul Schloss Palm Coast FL 2 Mark Ross Jr Highland IN 3 M Jacob McElfresh Elwood IN 3 P Jeremy Pletz Dowagiac ME 03 E Kevin Eby Lenoir NC 03 S Ricky Stamber Bowling Green KY 03 W Matt Wilson Richfield OH 4 H John Heck Indianapolis IN 4 P Clynis Phillips Clintwood VA 4 X Matt Maurer Granger IN 5 B Chuck Barnes Sr Louisville KY 7 P Ryan Paul Richmond VA 6 HA Chris Harmon Brooks KY 6 HI Blake Hillard Owensboro KY 6 M Jeff Melton Concord NC 6 S Bryce Schaefer Niles MI 7 Jerry Lewis Waynetown IN 8 Brian McDonald Louisville KY 9 Jake Hinton Markle IN 10 B Dan Banker Des Moines IA 10 S Tom Stone Linden MI 11 Jimmy Kirby Indianapolis IN 14 H Aaron Abbott Reynolds Station KY 14 W Quentin White Greenwood IN 16 C T. 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So, you're just gonna use Dennis Baker and the "one of us doesn't know we're dating" trope to emotionally devastate me, huh.. I am reeling after that ending. This was such a good read. x

It Happens

Pairing: Dennis Baker & Reader

Summary: Dennis has never had much luck in his worthless life. Sleepwalking through his miserable days and lonely nights… until he met her.

Warnings: smut, misunderstandings, dating, dumb choices, fluff, angst, talks of divorce and cheating, bitchy ex-wife, Dennis being Dennis

A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is still written in 3rd person. 18+ only due to smut. No stealing, no reposts, no translations. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

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“Hey coffee buddy.”

Shit, she was here. Dennis looked up at her beautiful face, his eyes as big as saucers. Swallowing the large bite, he coughed out a greeting.

Y/N smiled at him. “I see you started without me.” She gestured to the corner of his mouth, “You have a little…”

“Oh no,” she frowned, “blueberries and I do not agree.”

“It's ok, D, really. It’s not a big deal.”

He buried his face in his hands, “I suck, I'm sorry.”

Dennis’ head whipped up, “For lunch? You want to have lunch with me?”

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“So good,” he groaned out before continuing to chomp on his burger.

Chuckling, she began eating her own meal. “So how have you been, D? What ya been up to?”

“I'm sorry. I had no idea.”

She sounded so sincere, Dennis couldn’t process it. “It’s okay. It’s, uh, been a few months now.”

Taking a deep breath, he spilled his soul. If she wasn’t laughing before, she would now. “Sixteen very long years… haven’t had sex in the last seven. Not that we did it often before that.”

Her eyebrows shot up, “Wait, you and your wife haven’t had sex in seven years.”

“Well… I haven't,” he let the rest of his words die on his tongue.

“Ohhhhhhh,” Y/N cringed, “Sorry I brought it up.”

Even the thought of trying depressed him. “I don’t think anyone out there will hire me, or date me for that matter.”

His voice lowered as he admitted it was the sale and rental of porta potties. He worked there for 15 years and hated every moment of it.

“So something not involving toilets, then. There are lots of different types of sales jobs.”

Dennis shook his head, “Nobody wants to buy anything from me, not even shitters.”

She nodded, “No sales, got it. Umm, my department is hiring, logistics for big rigs.”

“Maybe. I’d hate to invade your space though.” With a weary sigh, Dennis finished the last bite of his delicious burger.

“Hmm,” she pondered over any positions that would suit him. “Oh hey, I know of an opening at a warehouse? Does something like that interest you?”

“Maybe.”

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A few minutes later, Dennis walked into the living room wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, “I feel naked.”

“Well I think you look great. Although I’m sure you’d look just as good actually naked.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him.

“Do you think you’re ready to start dating? We can go someplace fancy, really wine and dine it.”

“Definitely.” Oh yes, Dennis was looking forward to this practice date.

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She yelped as he lifted her up a little too aggressively. “D, I swear to god if you actually bodyslam me…”

Dennis froze and gently set her down on her bed. “No! I- I’m sorry. I was trying to be sexy.”

“You're very sexy, Dennis.” She pressed her lips to his and tugged at the waistband of his white briefs, “Join me up here.”

After a minute of no movement, Y/N ran her fingers through his hair. “You okay?” Troubled by his silence, she continued trying to sooth him, “Where’s your head at, D?”

She smiled so sweetly, “We got all night.”

“Oh fuck, oh god,” Y/N cried out as she climaxed around his skillful digits.

Drunk off the greatest praise, her orgasm, Dennis looked up from between her legs, a dopey grin plastered on his face. He eagerly asked if he could do it again.

Y/N looked down at him through hooded eyes, “Ya, go for it.”

“Umm, peace out?

He shook his head, “It was thank you.”

Head down, rubbing the back of his neck, Dennis mumbled his secret, “I have a bad penis.”

“A bad… um, does that mean ED or like performance anxiety?” Y/N had to know if this was something they could work around.

“I'm.. I’m not sure. It just doesn't work like it’s supposed to.”

Why was she so patient with him? He didn’t deserve her friendship. He didn’t deserve her at all. Dennis took his briefs off, kneeling on the bed, bare to her and awaiting judgment.

After a few minutes of catching their breaths, Y/N giggled, “I got some d from D.” Finding her joke hilarious, she continued laughing.

“Was it good?”

Dennis stretched and hummed, allowing himself to be happy at a job well done. He could satisfy a woman after all. When she returned, Dennis was almost redressed.

“You can stay, if you want to.”

“Stay?” He desperately wanted to, but couldn't believe she wanted him to.

Y/N walked over, carefully taking his glasses off his face and setting them on her nightstand, “Please.”

Morning arrived too fast. Dennis yawned, wrenching his eyes and started to get out of bed. “I can make us breakfast.”

Y/N grabbed his arm, pulling him back to her. “Orrrrr, how about I order some eggs benny and we can spend longer in bed.”

“You’re brilliant.”

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“What does a fish say when it runs into a brick wall?”

“I don’t know, what?”

Dennis slapped his hand on the table, “Dam!” He threw his head back, braying and wheezing.

“Gina wants her stuff from the house. Says she’ll be by tomorrow and demands I have her things in clearly labeled boxes just inside the door. She doesn't want to step foot into my house again.”

She smirked at Dennis, looking very much like the cat that ate the canary. “I think a better plan would be to show that cheating whore what she's missing.”

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“Wait,” she reached down to grab the piece of fabric, throwing it to the floor on the other side of the kitchen island near the box labeled ‘the bitches crap.’

“Fuck,” Dennis gave a needy moan, “please, Y/N.”

“Ha! Yes, in every room. Give my pussy the tour.”

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“I forgive you, but I have to tell you, D, I was really worried. I thought you were sick, or maybe hurt, or that I must have done something wrong.”

Dennis’ eyes twinkled in amusement, “Oh no, everythings great thanks to you.” He gave Y/N another bone crushing hug, careful not to spill their coffees. “It worked.”

Her eyebrows drew together, “What worked.”

Dennis was stunned, wiping the iced coffee from his face, he ran to catch up to her. “Y/N, what's wrong? Why did you do that? Hey!”

She turned on her heel and sneered at him. “What did you expect, a high five for telling me you fucked your ex-wife and are back together with her.”

Confusion danced across his face, “I don't understand, the plan worked. Gina was so jealous she came crawling back to me…”

Y/N shook her head, “Not anymore.”

He couldn’t breathe, “N-n-no, wait…”

“Goodbye, Dennis. Hope you have a wonderful life with that tramp.”

—-------

The End

A/N: Oh Dennis…

A/N: Thank you to everyone that has read. I appreciate you all. I’d love to know your thoughts.

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blackwidownat2814 · 2 years ago

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Yes. So much yes.

I loved the whole Badger meeting Dennis scene! However!...I’m pretty sure the meeting with the lady in the park is going to come back and bite Dennis is his lovely tush though. I hope he’s able to get his girl to listen so he can explain.

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Part Eight

Dennis sleeps better than he’s slept in years. Instead of waking up groggy and resistant to leave bed, he’s actually got energy—that ready-to-greet-the-day pep in his step that’s always annoyed him when he sees it in movies or on tv. It never seemed realistic to be excited for a new day. For Dennis, for a long time, all the days have been the same, bleeding into one another—some of them horrible beyond words, others just an endless stretch of nothingness. There was never anything to be enthusiastic about; there were only ever things to fear. But he gets it now. Because of you, he feels like the day ahead is filled with promise.

Of course, Jax has helped with those feelings, too. With Jax, Dennis’s days have structure and he never has to be alone. Normally on a Sunday morning like today, he would have to force himself to get up and get out of the house to go for a run or a hike. Even though he actually enjoys those things once he starts doing them, there was always that inertia keeping him in bed too long or holding him down on the couch. But today—waking up to Jax licking his face, his mind swimming in memories of you—he can’t wait to get up and out and take Jax to the park. Everything seems greener as he jogs the trail with Jax at his side. Even the birdsong seems louder and more melodious than usual. When people pass him in the opposite direction, he smiles back instead of looking away. He would say he feels normal again, but this was never his normal.

Even though they got an early start, by the time they get to the middle of the trail the summer heat is starting to get oppressive. Dennis’s t-shirt is soaked with sweat and clinging to his body, and he stops to take a drink of water and give some to Jax who is happily panting away at his feet. He takes a few big gulps and Dennis thinks it’s probably smarter to cut the hike short given the heat, but as he goes to lead Jax back down the trail the way they came, he starts to pull in the opposite direction.

When Dennis turns, he sees what’s caught Jax’s eye: another German Shepherd who is also pulling at the leash to meet a new friend. The other dog is strong, and the woman holding him loses her grip and stumbles over a branch onto the ground. As Jax and his new friend greet each other with a few butt sniffs, Dennis grabs the other dog’s leash and pulls the both of them toward the woman to help her up.

“You okay?” he asks as she takes his hand and hoists herself up.

“Yeah,” she replies, taking the leash from his hand. “Mickey’s only six months old but he’s already way too strong for me!”

Dennis is focused on the dogs playing together but he can feel the woman’s eyes on him, expecting him to say something—the kind of small talk he’s never quite grasped. He gives her a half-smile because he doesn’t want to be rude.

“They seem to be getting along,” she says. “I’ve had him in puppy socialization classes but he hasn’t really been around older dogs much. How old is yours?”

“Jax is about 4,” Dennis replies, much better at answering questions than coming up with something to talk about. “He’s a rescue so we don’t know his exact age, but that’s what the vet thought.”

“I’m Stacey, by the way,” she says, reaching her hand out.

He takes it and gives it a shake. “Dennis.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Dennis.”

Dennis is happy to see Jax make a new friend and he watches the two dogs wrestle around with each other as Stacey babbles away, telling him all about her last dog who passed and how she thought maybe it was too soon to get another but that she was just so lonely without one.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I feel like I’ve been talking forever and I haven’t let you get a word in.”

“That’s ok,” Dennis replies, but he doesn’t know what else to say.

“I think they really like each other,” Stacey says. “Here, why don’t you take my number and maybe they can have a playdate sometime.”

Dennis doesn’t want to take it but It feels awkward not to and she’s already got his phone out of his hands anyway, putting her number in and sending herself a text.

“There,” she says, “now I’ve got yours, too. Well, I’ve gotta get back home, but it was really nice meeting you. Hope we can get the dogs together soon! Come on, Mickey.”

She’s off down the trail before Dennis has a chance to say anything. And what would he have even said? It’s not like she asked him out. She just wants a playmate for her dog. It doesn’t mean anything. Dennis has no intention of texting her or calling her or making plans with her. You’re the only one he wants to spend time with, and he wouldn’t want you to think he’s just going around getting women’s numbers. He deletes Stacey’s contact from his phone and puts it back in his pocket. She doesn’t need to know. No need to be rude.

All thoughts of Stacey are gone from Dennis’s head by the time he gets back to his car and gets a text from you.

Y: Hey! I’m at work. Just wanted to check and see if you still want to come over later.

D: Of course I do. Should I make dinner reservations? Someplace nice? My treat.

Y: Sounds good. Mal loves a free dinner. Why don’t you come over around 6 and you can meet Badger and then we can go to dinner after.

D: Perfect.

Y: Just a reminder that Badger can be a little standoffish with men so don’t take it personally. He might have to warm up to you a little before he acts like himself but he’s a sweetheart once he feels comfortable.

D: I’ll be patient.

Y: Ok. Gotta get back to it. I’ll see you at 6.

You sign off with a heart and a kiss emoji and he can’t wait to feel your lips on his again. It’s all he’s going to think about all day—well, that and the fact that he’s meeting your best friend and he’s terrified she’s going to find him lacking. You’d promised him that he had nothing to worry about, but he can’t help it. This is new territory for Dennis and he wonders what kind of questions she’s going to ask him and if he’ll be able to answer them.

He wonders, too, how much you’ve already told her about him—if she knows all about his history. Dennis doesn’t think you would share everything with her, but the fact is that he doesn’t know. Maybe you did tell her and swore her to secrecy. It makes him uncomfortable to think about it—you sharing his deepest insecurities and fears with someone else—but he tells himself you wouldn’t do that… would you?

***

You smile at your phone as you put it down on your desk. It seems like ages since you’ve seen Dennis but you’ve only been at work for a few hours. You wonder briefly if this is normal—this insane need to be around him 24/7 and to miss him when you’ve barely even been apart. It’s all just so new, these feelings. You can’t remember ever feeling this way about someone, not even Brad at the beginning when things were fun and exciting. You’re lost in your thoughts about the night before when Jack comes into your office. He’s holding Lily, his favorite little Chihuahua, and he’s got a sheen of sweat on him and terror in his eyes.

“I need your help,” he says, and you feel a panic rising beneath your skin.

“What’s wrong? Is Lily ok?”

You rush over to him and give her a once over but you see nothing but her tiny smiling face with her tongue poking out.

“Can you hold her?” he asks, and you take all four pounds of her into your hand.

“Jack, what the fuck?” you ask. “What’s going on?”

He pulls a little black box out of his pocket and opens it with a sheepish smile, and you gasp when you see it. The ring is modest but absolutely gorgeous—a vintage art deco style that you know Betsy is going to love.

“I wanna tie it to her collar,” he says, “and my fucking hands won’t stop shaking.”

“OK, that’s adorable. I’m so excited. Does she know?” you ask, and he shakes his head.

“I mean, she knows but she doesn’t know it’s today. Fuck, what if she says no?”

“Don’t be an idiot,” you reply, holding Lily still so he can slip the ring onto the ribbon and secure it to her collar. “In no universe does she say no. And that ring is amazing.”

“It was my grandmother’s. I hope she likes it.”

“She is going to love it, and if she doesn’t, I’m stealing it. So how are we doing this?”

“I was gonna bring Lil over to the desk and ask her to check her neck for a tick.”

“I love it,” you say. “I love all of this. I wish you’d told me sooner. I would have gotten a cake or something. I can run to the cafe real quick if you want and get some cupcakes.”

“No,” he says. “That feels like a jinx.”

You roll your eyes. “Jack, you guys have been together forever. Do you honestly think she’d say no?”

He takes a beat to think about it and smiles that goofy little boy smile of his. “I guess not,” he says. “I’m just… I’m excited. I just want to spend the rest of my life with her. I would marry her today if she wanted to.”

You feel a pang of something then, though you can’t say what it is, and when the tears starts welling up in your eyes you stomp your foot and say, “Dammit.”

“Shit,” he says. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine,” you reply, wiping the tears from your eyes. “I’m just happy for you.”

And you are. You really really are. They are happy tears for sure, but you can’t help but wish it was you—that you were where they are instead of at the very beginning of something, wanting desperately for it to be more. And then there’s the other bit, because when you look at Jack, absolutely frazzled with nerves and excitement to make Betsy his wife, you think about Dennis—how, at one time, this was him. You wonder how he proposed to Karen, if it was some adorable elaborate thing he was this excited about. You know in your heart that it was, and you also know she didn’t appreciate it, that she never appreciated him or anything he did for her.

It pisses you off that she got to be married to him for all that time and took his love for granted. It pisses you off that he wasted so many years on her, that he wasted marriage on her when she never deserved it (or him) to begin with. You never thought you were the kind of girl who was desperate for a guy to put a ring on it—who would be filled with jealousy at someone else’s proposal—but here you are, filled with envy as Jack makes the final touches on the ribbon bow.

You can’t help hearing those words in your head—desperate, needy, clingy, crazy—and that’s exactly how you feel right now, like maybe Brad was right. But then you feel a single cramp shoot across your side and you realize you’re probably just pre-menstrual and hormonal. But that doesn’t stop you from sobbing like a lost child when Jack proposes and Betsy says yes, or from spending the rest of your day at work lost in thoughts of your own dream wedding as Betsy talks to you about their plans.

“I just want something simple,” she says. “None of this whole wedding industrial complex bullshit with months and months of planning and tons of money spent on one day. I want to do it soon. Like, maybe in the next few weeks just go to the courthouse and have a little party in our backyard or something. I just want to be married to him, you know?”

You’re so in your own head that you barely realize she’s waiting for a response from you. “Yeah,” you say, “I totally get it.”

And you do—part of you does, because (as insane as it makes you feel), if Dennis showed up today with a ring and asked you to be his wife, you know you’d say yes. You haven’t even said those three little words to each other yet but you already know you want to be his forever, that you already are his and he just doesn’t know it yet. But these are the kind of thoughts that you know it’s best to keep to yourself, just like you know you shouldn’t be thinking about the type of dresses that you like when Betsy comes into your office to show you a couple of choices she’s trying to decide between. You help her pick, of course, but when she leaves your office, you stay on the website and tell yourself, what’s the harm in looking?

The further down the wedding website rabbit hole you go, the more you feel your rational mind urging you to shut your laptop. Objectively, it’s insane for you to be thinking about any of this and you know that. Never once in your entire relationship with Brad did you consider any of this stuff. Of course, he never once brought up the idea of marriage, but it’s not like Dennis has either. You find yourself wondering what Dennis's wedding was like. It was probably picture-perfect and insanely expensive. Karen would have insisted on the best of everything, and you know he always gave her everything she wanted. He probably wouldn’t want to do that again; it would probably just remind him of her.

You have to stop. It’s just the hormones. It’s too soon for any of this. You haven’t even had sex. You haven’t talked about whether he’d even want to get married again. Sure, he’d said he wants a committed relationship, but that doesn’t mean marriage. And what about kids? You want them, but does he? He was married for 10 years and never had any. You think that was probably her decision, but what if it wasn’t? There’s so much you still don’t know about him.

Stop being crazy.

You’ve got an intake to prepare for anyway: a 5-year-old Persian named Bella whose elderly owner passed away and whose family can’t take her because of the children’s allergies. Bella is young and gorgeous and by all accounts perfectly healthy, and you know she’ll be adopted quickly, so it won’t be too stressful an afternoon, but you need to focus on making sure your newest resident gets all the TLC she needs. After the initial examination, you spend some time with her and you’re happy to see that—though she’s understandably a bit freaked out by her new surroundings—she’s a very friendly, sweet-tempered cat. Once you get her settled in the kennels, you snap a picture of her on your phone, put her into the system, and take your break.

The cafe is slow at this time of the afternoon and Cassie grabs your iced coffee and sits with you at a table.

“I’ve got a beauty for you,” you say, showing her the picture you took of Bella. “She just came in and I want to get her fostered ASAP.”

Cassie snatches your phone out of your hands. “I’m in love with her already. Look at those eyes!”

“I know,” you say, “and she so sweet. You’re gonna end up keeping her.”

Cassie rolls her eyes and says, “Probably,” before accidentally scrolling backward in your camera roll. “Fuck me. Hello there, handsome.”

You look over and see the picture Dennis sent you of him shirtless in bed with Jax and you feel your cheeks start to heat up.

“Give it back, Cass,” you say, trying not to giggle as you attempt to grab the phone back.

She holds it just out of your reach and raises an eyebrow at you. “Um, so, when were you planning on telling me that you’re fucking the nerdy beefcake?”

“Keep your voice down!” you whisper-shout, checking your surroundings to make sure no one heard that. “And we aren’t… you know… we just started officially dating, like, yesterday.”

“So you’re telling me you haven’t fucked this guy? This guy? The incredibly sexy, ripped guy who adopted the dog you’re in love with and is sending you lewds?”

“Not yet, no.”

“Well do it, for fuck’s sake. I mean… look at him.”

You laugh and finally get your phone back from her. “I will,” you say. “It’s just… we’re trying to take things slow.”

She eyes you over the rim of her coffee mug as she takes a sip. “Is that your decision or his?”

“It’s a mutually agreed-upon decision and it’s complicated so can we talk about when you’re coming to get Bella, please? I have to be back at work soon.”

“Alright alright,” she says, “I won’t pry. I’m just excited for you. It’s about fucking time you found yourself a new guy. What’s he like?”

You can’t keep the goofy smile off your face but you don’t care. “He’s sweet and kind and he’s, like, actually capable of talking about his feelings.”

“And he treats you well?”

“Like a queen,” you say. “I think… fuck, I don’t know.”

“No, uh-uh, no way,” Cassie says, and you know she’s not letting you get away with anything. “What were you going to say?”

“I feel crazy,” you tell her. “I feel like it’s all happening so fast but I think… I love him? Like, I’ve never felt this way about anyone and it’s making me feel absolutely insane and I don’t know what to do because I obviously can’t tell him because he’ll run away screaming but I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t.”

“Slow down,” she says, grabbing your coffee away from you—a not-so-subtle hint that caffeine is the last thing you need in your current state. “You’re not crazy. Sometimes it takes a long time to fall for someone, and sometimes it happens right away. Now, if I were you I probably wouldn’t go spilling all that to him before you’ve even had sex, but what do I know.”

“I looked at wedding dresses today, Cass. I’ve officially entered crazy territory.”

She looks at you and bursts out laughing. “Well definitely don’t tell him that.”

“To be fair, Jack and Betsy got engaged and she pulled up the website to show me some stuff. I just happened to stay on it longer than I should have.”

“About time Jack popped the question,” she says. “That’s been coming for a while. So, let me guess: you listened to Betsy wedding planning all day and now all you can think about is walking down the aisle towards this big hunk of man?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“Understandable. I can only imagine how he’d look in a tux. But you need to slow it down a little. I mean, I’ve been there—when you fall fast for somebody and it feels like you’re crawling out of your skin—but you basically just met this guy.”

“I know,” you say. “And I’m not going to say anything to him, but I just… I don’t know. I just want to be with him. I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life to feel like this about someone and now I do and I don’t want to lose that feeling.”

“Well,” she replies, “the good news is you are with him because you’re dating him. He obviously wants to be with you, too. So why don’t you just enjoy that for now, get to know each other, and fuck him before you start picking out DJs and wedding flowers.”

“Peonies,” you say wistfully. “He grows them. In his garden. That he built himself.”

“Oh, you’re down real bad,” Cassie says, laughing. “But, wait, are you serious? Because that is very sexy.” You pull up a few pictures of Dennis’s garden and show them to her. “Holy fuck, look at those tomatoes. I think I might love him.”

“I’m sure he’d bring you some,” you say. “He donates most of the stuff he grows to the food bank.”

“Ok, ok. I get it. He’s perfect. Except he’s not perfect, because no one is.”

“He’s close,” you say. “But point taken. I gotta go. Do you think you’ll be able to take Bella soon?”

“Absolutely. I can get all set up to take her tomorrow.”

“You’re the best, Cass.”

As you’re walking back to work, you get a text from Dennis with the dinner reservation confirmation and you almost choke on your sip of coffee. Mirabelle just opened and you’ve heard amazing things, but it comes with a hefty price tag and a dress code. It’s one of those chic, sexy restaurants—the kind of place you’ve always wanted to go but could never rationalize spending the money. Mal is going to absolutely shit. You want to text Dennis and tell him it’s too much but then you think about the fact that he’s gonna have to dress up for dinner and you’re basically drooling at the thought of him in a suit. Besides, you know Mal would murder you if she found out you turned down a free five-star dinner and she confirms as much when you text her to tell her where you’re going that night.

M: Holy shit Mirabelle?!? Please marry him.

You almost text her back, “I’m trying to,” but you put your phone away instead.

***

Dennis takes his time getting ready. Even though he knows you won’t be spending the night tonight, he wants to look his best for you. He lays out one of the suits he bought—a nice navy blue one—and pairs it with a light blue button-down. It’s pretty hot out for a jacket, but the restaurant requires one and the suit is lightweight anyway. It’s probably too much, he knows, but he just wants to spoil you, and it doesn’t hurt that his choice of dinner location will ensure he gets to see you in a dress. The first one is still burned into his memory and he can’t wait to see what you’ve got in store for him tonight. And yes, sure, he wants to impress your friend, but it’s not about her. It’s about you. It’s always about you.

When he pulls into your apartment complex, he texts you a heads up so you can get Badger harnessed up and ready to meet a new person. Dennis knows his history: that Badger was in rough shape when he was brought in, had obviously been abused (and was most likely used as a bait dog), and is still skittish around other dogs and men (especially big ones). There’s a pit of anxiety lodged firmly in Dennis’s chest because he knows it’s important that Badger likes him (or at least tolerates him) or else your relationship is never going to work. You’d never choose him over your dog, and he’d never ask you to. And even if Badger does like him, Dennis wonders how things could possibly proceed if Badger and Jax don’t get along. Dogs brought the two of you together, but they could also complicate everything.

As Dennis walks to your apartment, carrying a basket full of veggies and herbs from the garden and a bottle of wine for your roommate, he can’t seem to calm his nerves, but all the bad thoughts whoosh out of his head the second you open the door. He’s never seen anything quite so lovely. The dress that hugs your body is a sinful shade of red and falls just above your knees, and Dennis’s eyes travel up the slit, drinking in every inch of your thigh on display. Your black heels are high, bringing you slightly closer to his height, and your silver pendant necklace rests on your breastbone, just above the swell of your breasts. You look elegant and sexy as hell, and the wicked little smile on your face tells him that he looks good, too.

“You look…”

Dennis doesn’t even know if there’s a word for the way you look, but you don’t make him finish his sentence. Instead, you say, “Hey, handsome,” and give him a kiss that tastes like cherry candy.

You swipe your thumb across his lips to wipe them clean. “Sorry,” you say. “Lip gloss.”

“Tastes good,” he replies, and he can hear the gravel in his own voice.

“Come in.”

Your apartment is much as he imagined it would be: small but in a cozy way, a collection of secondhand furniture that somehow goes together although it’s mismatched, colorful walls and artwork and pictures, a tiny open kitchen overflowing with things you have no space for. It’s warm, it’s inviting, it’s you.

“This is Mal,” you say. “Mal, this is Dennis.”

Dennis sticks his hand out and swallows the lump in his throat when he gets his first look at your friend. From the way you’d described her, Dennis expected some supermodel, but although Mal is a beautiful woman, she doesn’t hold a candle to you.

“Nice to meet you, Dennis,” she says, shaking his hand. “This one won’t stop talking about you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” Dennis says. “This is for you.” He holds out the bottle of Cabernet the guy at the wine store said is the best. “I don’t know much about wine so I hope you like it.”

Mal’s eyes go wide when she takes the bottle from him. “Is this… holy shit, this is Opus One.” Mal turns to you, clutching the bottle to her chest. “I think I love him,” she says, and then turns back to Dennis. “This is insanely nice of you, thank you. Should I open it now or…?”

“You keep it,” he says. “I’m not much of a wine guy. It’d be wasted on me.”

“What else you got?” Mal asks, motioning towards the basket Dennis is holding.

“Oh! Right.” He turns to you and hands you the basket. “From the garden.”

You place the basket on the small kitchen island that divides the kitchen space and the living room and your eyes light up when you open it.

“Mal, look,” you say, taking in the bounty he brought for you.

He’d taken his time in the garden that afternoon, picking the best of everything—perfectly ripe tomatoes and bell peppers, crisp Bibb lettuce and green beans, basil and chives and thyme, and a bundle of lavender tied in a bow. You take the lavender out of the basket and bring it to your nose and Dennis is jealous of the buds that brush your lips as you inhale.

“Oh my God, Mal, smell this.” You hand her the bunch and turn to Dennis, quickly closing the distance between you and grabbing his face and bringing your cherry lips to his again—a deeper kiss this time, but nothing too obscene in front of your friend. “Thank you. I love it.”

I love you, he thinks.

“You’re welcome,” he says, lost in the sparkle of your eyes for a moment until Mal’s voice brings the rest of the world back into focus.

“Should I go get Badger?” she asks you.

“Let me do it,” you say, and Dennis can see a nervous crease in your brow. “So, ok, here’s what we need to do. Dennis, I’m gonna give you a couple of his treats to put in your pocket, and when I bring him into the room, you should just ignore him, ok? No eye contact or anything. Let him come to you, and if he does, then just toss a treat onto the floor but don’t look at him or make any moves to pet him or anything. He’ll probably just sniff you and then ignore you, and that’s probably as good as it’s gonna get right now. He’s got some… trust issues.”

“Don’t we all,” Dennis says, and you smile as you give him a handful of treats.

“It’s gonna be fine,” you tell him, placing your hand on his chest and running it down the front of his jacket. “Love the suit, by the way.”

“Love your dress,” he responds, and you look over your shoulder.

“It’s Mal’s,” you say. “I don’t have anything Mirabelle-worthy in my closet right now.”

Dennis is already planning the shopping trip he wants to take you on as you walk towards what he assumes is your bedroom. The A/C in your apartment is working overtime in the summer heat but Dennis can feel himself starting to sweat so he takes his suit jacket off and lays it over the back of a nearby armchair.

“I hope he likes me,” he says, partially to Mal and partially to the universe itself.

“He will,” she says. “You just gotta give him time to warm up. He’s very protective of her, as am I.”

Mal gives Dennis a look that says she’s kidding but also very much not kidding, and Dennis nods.

“As you should be,” he says.

Mal gives him a tiny half-smile as you enter the room with Badger on the leash. Dennis watches out of the corner of his eye, making conversation with Mal as Badger slowly walks toward him with his head low to the ground. He stops a few feet away and you say, “Wanna go say hi?” but he doesn’t move. Dennis tosses a treat on the ground toward him when you tell him to and Badger scarfs it down and moves a bit closer before stopping again. Another treat, another few inches, and soon he’s tentatively sniffing Dennis’s loafers. Another treat, some more conversation with Mal, and Badger is circling Dennis, sniffing at his pant legs and collecting the treats as they fall. You’re praising him the whole time (and praising Dennis, too), and Dennis is looking everywhere but the dog until he hears you say, “Oh my God, look!” Dennis takes a quick peek down and sees Badger sitting in front of him with perfect posture, his tail wagging behind him. You look like you’re about to cry.

“Is that good?” he asks.

“He’s literally never done that before,” Mal says. “With anyone.”

“What should I do?” he asks you.

“OK,” you say, “why don’t you walk over and sit on the couch and let’s see if he follows you.”

Dennis does, and Badger does, and when he sits again and starts wagging, you rush over to give him a treat.

“Good boy, Badge!” you exclaim, bending over to give him a treat and some scratches. Dennis catches your eye and you’re smiling so wide he can feel it in his own cheeks. “Let’s quit while we’re ahead, shall we? You guys ready to go?”

Dennis gets lost in your cleavage for a minute as you lean over in front of him and he has to force the memory of his dick sliding between your tits to the back of his mind or else he’s going to go absolutely feral. You just look so fucking good he wants to grab you by the arms and pin you down on the couch and rip that dress to shreds, but instead he just smiles and clears his throat.

“Yeah,” he says. “I’m starving.”

PART NINE >>>

#Series: Take Me Home #Dennis Baker #Dennis Baker x you #Dennis Baker x reader #Dennis Baker x female!reader #Dennis Baker x y/n #Dennis Baker fluff #Dennis Baker fanfiction

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azenpal · 3 years ago

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oh dear jisoos this got me on a roller coaster but only the sudden dropt part because ?????? dennis sweetie why would you do that 😩😭✋🏽😫 i was just enjoying it and laughing by myself and suddenly-

their build up though was so sweet<3 and then the moments they had whooo 😮‍💨 i need that!!! then dennis being that confident ✋🏽🥵 man has me on a chokehold and i love it!!!

there are only few dennis fics out there and i love this so much!!! thank you for writing this<3

It Happens

Pairing: Dennis Baker & Reader

Summary: Has his worthless life finally found meaning?

Warnings: smut, misunderstandings, dating, dumb choices, fluff, angst, talks of divorce and cheating, bitchy ex-wife, Dennis being Dennis

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–----------

“Hey coffee buddy.”

Shit, she was here. Dennis looked up at her beautiful face, his eyes as big as saucers. Swallowing the large bite, he coughed out a greeting.

Y/N smiled at him. “I see you started without me.” She gestured to the corner of his mouth, “You have a little…”

“Oh no,” she frowned, “blueberries and I do not agree.”

“It's ok, D, really. It’s not a big deal.”

He buried his face in his hands, “I suck, I'm sorry.”

Dennis’ head whipped up, “For lunch? You want to have lunch with me?”

–----------

“So good,” he groaned out before continuing to chomp on his burger.

Chuckling, she began eating her own meal. “So how have you been, D? What ya been up to?”

“I'm sorry. I had no idea.”

She sounded so sincere, Dennis couldn’t process it. “It’s okay. It’s, uh, been a few months now.”

Taking a deep breath, he spilled his soul. If she wasn’t laughing before, she would now. “Sixteen very long years… haven’t had sex in the last seven. Not that we did it often before that.”

Her eyebrows shot up, “Wait, you and your wife haven’t had sex in seven years.”

“Well… I haven't,” he let the rest of his words die on his tongue.

“Ohhhhhhh,” Y/N cringed, “Sorry I brought it up.”

Even the thought of trying depressed him. “I don’t think anyone out there will hire me, or date me for that matter.”

His voice lowered as he admitted it was the sale and rental of porta potties. He worked there for 15 years and hated every moment of it.

“So something not involving toilets, then. There are lots of different types of sales jobs.”

Dennis shook his head, “Nobody wants to buy anything from me, not even shitters.”

She nodded, “No sales, got it. Umm, my department is hiring, logistics for big rigs.”

“Maybe. I’d hate to invade your space though.” With a weary sigh, Dennis finished the last bite of his delicious burger.

“Hmm,” she pondered over any positions that would suit him. “Oh hey, I know of an opening at a warehouse? Does something like that interest you?”

“Maybe.”

–----------

A few minutes later, Dennis walked into the living room wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, “I feel naked.”

“Well I think you look great. Although I’m sure you’d look just as good actually naked.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him.

“Do you think you’re ready to start dating? We can go someplace fancy, really wine and dine it.”

“Definitely.” Oh yes, Dennis was looking forward to this practice date.

—-----

—-------

She yelped as he lifted her up a little too aggressively. “D, I swear to god if you actually bodyslam me…”

Dennis froze and gently set her down on her bed. “No! I- I’m sorry. I was trying to be sexy.”

“You're very sexy, Dennis.” She pressed her lips to his and tugged at the waistband of his white briefs, “Join me up here.”

After a minute of no movement, Y/N ran her fingers through his hair. “You okay?” Troubled by his silence, she continued trying to sooth him, “Where’s your head at, D?”

She smiled so sweetly, “We got all night.”

“Oh fuck, oh god,” Y/N cried out as she climaxed around his skillful digits.

Drunk off the greatest praise, her orgasm, Dennis looked up from between her legs, a dopey grin plastered on his face. He eagerly asked if he could do it again.

Y/N looked down at him through hooded eyes, “Ya, go for it.”

“Umm, peace out?

He shook his head, “It was thank you.”

Head down, rubbing the back of his neck, Dennis mumbled his secret, “I have a bad penis.”

“A bad… um, does that mean ED or like performance anxiety?” Y/N had to know if this was something they could work around.

“I'm.. I’m not sure. It just doesn't work like it’s supposed to.”

Why was she so patient with him? He didn’t deserve her friendship. He didn’t deserve her at all. Dennis took his briefs off, kneeling on the bed, bare to her and awaiting judgment.

After a few minutes of catching their breaths, Y/N giggled, “I got some d from D.” Finding her joke hilarious, she continued laughing.

“Was it good?”

Dennis stretched and hummed, allowing himself to be happy at a job well done. He could satisfy a woman after all. When she returned, Dennis was almost redressed.

“You can stay, if you want to.”

“Stay?” He desperately wanted to, but couldn't believe she wanted him to.

Y/N walked over, carefully taking his glasses off his face and setting them on her nightstand, “Please.”

Morning arrived too fast. Dennis yawned, wrenching his eyes and started to get out of bed. “I can make us breakfast.”

Y/N grabbed his arm, pulling him back to her. “Orrrrr, how about I order some eggs benny and we can spend longer in bed.”

“You’re brilliant.”

—-------

“What does a fish say when it runs into a brick wall?”

“I don’t know, what?”

Dennis slapped his hand on the table, “Dam!” He threw his head back, braying and wheezing.

“Gina wants her stuff from the house. Says she’ll be by tomorrow and demands I have her things in clearly labeled boxes just inside the door. She doesn't want to step foot into my house again.”

She smirked at Dennis, looking very much like the cat that ate the canary. “I think a better plan would be to show that cheating whore what she's missing.”

—------

“Wait,” she reached down to grab the piece of fabric, throwing it to the floor on the other side of the kitchen island near the box labeled ‘the bitches crap.’

“Fuck,” Dennis gave a needy moan, “please, Y/N.”

“Ha! Yes, in every room. Give my pussy the tour.”

—-------

“I forgive you, but I have to tell you, D, I was really worried. I thought you were sick, or maybe hurt, or that I must have done something wrong.”

Dennis’ eyes twinkled in amusement, “Oh no, everythings great thanks to you.” He gave Y/N another bone crushing hug, careful not to spill their coffees. “It worked.”

Her eyebrows drew together, “What worked.”

Dennis was stunned, wiping the iced coffee from his face, he ran to catch up to her. “Y/N, what's wrong? Why did you do that? Hey!”

She turned on her heel and sneered at him. “What did you expect, a high five for telling me you fucked your ex-wife and are back together with her.”

Confusion danced across his face, “I don't understand, the plan worked. Gina was so jealous she came crawling back to me…”

“THE PLAN?!” Y/N shouted. “The plan was to show that bitch how you were living your best life without her. Expertly banging YOUR girlfriend,” she patting her chest, “so she regrets the way she treated you. NOT to get her back. NOT to throw me to the side for someone that was so cruel to you your whole life.”

Y/N shook her head, “Not anymore.”

He couldn’t breathe, “N-n-no, wait…”

“Goodbye, Dennis. Hope you have a wonderful life with that tramp.”

—-------

The End

A/N: Oh Dennis…

A/N: Thank you to everyone that has read. I appreciate you all. I’d love to know your thoughts.

@maroonsunrise83

#dennis baker x reader #dennis baker smut #dennis baker angst #dennis baker x y/n #dennis baker x you #dennis baker

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emerald-evans · 3 years ago

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bruh I did not expect that, that man is so godamn dense wtf

it’s so sad bc dennis and reader had a wonderful experience together

It Happens

Pairing: Dennis Baker & Reader

Summary: Has his worthless life finally found meaning?

Warnings: smut, misunderstandings, dating, dumb choices, fluff, angst, talks of divorce and cheating, bitchy ex-wife, Dennis being Dennis

Main Master List

–----------

“Hey coffee buddy.”

Shit, she was here. Dennis looked up at her beautiful face, his eyes as big as saucers. Swallowing the large bite, he coughed out a greeting.

Y/N smiled at him. “I see you started without me.” She gestured to the corner of his mouth, “You have a little…”

“Oh no,” she frowned, “blueberries and I do not agree.”

“It's ok, D, really. It’s not a big deal.”

He buried his face in his hands, “I suck, I'm sorry.”

Dennis’ head whipped up, “For lunch? You want to have lunch with me?”

–----------

“So good,” he groaned out before continuing to chomp on his burger.

Chuckling, she began eating her own meal. “So how have you been, D? What ya been up to?”

“I'm sorry. I had no idea.”

She sounded so sincere, Dennis couldn’t process it. “It’s okay. It’s, uh, been a few months now.”

Taking a deep breath, he spilled his soul. If she wasn’t laughing before, she would now. “Sixteen very long years… haven’t had sex in the last seven. Not that we did it often before that.”

Her eyebrows shot up, “Wait, you and your wife haven’t had sex in seven years.”

“Well… I haven't,” he let the rest of his words die on his tongue.

“Ohhhhhhh,” Y/N cringed, “Sorry I brought it up.”

Even the thought of trying depressed him. “I don’t think anyone out there will hire me, or date me for that matter.”

His voice lowered as he admitted it was the sale and rental of porta potties. He worked there for 15 years and hated every moment of it.

“So something not involving toilets, then. There are lots of different types of sales jobs.”

Dennis shook his head, “Nobody wants to buy anything from me, not even shitters.”

She nodded, “No sales, got it. Umm, my department is hiring, logistics for big rigs.”

“Maybe. I’d hate to invade your space though.” With a weary sigh, Dennis finished the last bite of his delicious burger.

“Hmm,” she pondered over any positions that would suit him. “Oh hey, I know of an opening at a warehouse? Does something like that interest you?”

“Maybe.”

–----------

A few minutes later, Dennis walked into the living room wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, “I feel naked.”

“Well I think you look great. Although I’m sure you’d look just as good actually naked.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him.

“Do you think you’re ready to start dating? We can go someplace fancy, really wine and dine it.”

“Definitely.” Oh yes, Dennis was looking forward to this practice date.

—-----

—-------

She yelped as he lifted her up a little too aggressively. “D, I swear to god if you actually bodyslam me…”

Dennis froze and gently set her down on her bed. “No! I- I’m sorry. I was trying to be sexy.”

“You're very sexy, Dennis.” She pressed her lips to his and tugged at the waistband of his white briefs, “Join me up here.”

After a minute of no movement, Y/N ran her fingers through his hair. “You okay?” Troubled by his silence, she continued trying to sooth him, “Where’s your head at, D?”

She smiled so sweetly, “We got all night.”

“Oh fuck, oh god,” Y/N cried out as she climaxed around his skillful digits.

Drunk off the greatest praise, her orgasm, Dennis looked up from between her legs, a dopey grin plastered on his face. He eagerly asked if he could do it again.

Y/N looked down at him through hooded eyes, “Ya, go for it.”

“Umm, peace out?

He shook his head, “It was thank you.”

Head down, rubbing the back of his neck, Dennis mumbled his secret, “I have a bad penis.”

“A bad… um, does that mean ED or like performance anxiety?” Y/N had to know if this was something they could work around.

“I'm.. I’m not sure. It just doesn't work like it’s supposed to.”

Why was she so patient with him? He didn’t deserve her friendship. He didn’t deserve her at all. Dennis took his briefs off, kneeling on the bed, bare to her and awaiting judgment.

After a few minutes of catching their breaths, Y/N giggled, “I got some d from D.” Finding her joke hilarious, she continued laughing.

“Was it good?”

Dennis stretched and hummed, allowing himself to be happy at a job well done. He could satisfy a woman after all. When she returned, Dennis was almost redressed.

“You can stay, if you want to.”

“Stay?” He desperately wanted to, but couldn't believe she wanted him to.

Y/N walked over, carefully taking his glasses off his face and setting them on her nightstand, “Please.”

Morning arrived too fast. Dennis yawned, wrenching his eyes and started to get out of bed. “I can make us breakfast.”

Y/N grabbed his arm, pulling him back to her. “Orrrrr, how about I order some eggs benny and we can spend longer in bed.”

“You’re brilliant.”

—-------

“What does a fish say when it runs into a brick wall?”

“I don’t know, what?”

Dennis slapped his hand on the table, “Dam!” He threw his head back, braying and wheezing.

“Gina wants her stuff from the house. Says she’ll be by tomorrow and demands I have her things in clearly labeled boxes just inside the door. She doesn't want to step foot into my house again.”

She smirked at Dennis, looking very much like the cat that ate the canary. “I think a better plan would be to show that cheating whore what she's missing.”

—------

“Wait,” she reached down to grab the piece of fabric, throwing it to the floor on the other side of the kitchen island near the box labeled ‘the bitches crap.’

“Fuck,” Dennis gave a needy moan, “please, Y/N.”

“Ha! Yes, in every room. Give my pussy the tour.”

—-------

“I forgive you, but I have to tell you, D, I was really worried. I thought you were sick, or maybe hurt, or that I must have done something wrong.”

Dennis’ eyes twinkled in amusement, “Oh no, everythings great thanks to you.” He gave Y/N another bone crushing hug, careful not to spill their coffees. “It worked.”

Her eyebrows drew together, “What worked.”

Dennis was stunned, wiping the iced coffee from his face, he ran to catch up to her. “Y/N, what's wrong? Why did you do that? Hey!”

She turned on her heel and sneered at him. “What did you expect, a high five for telling me you fucked your ex-wife and are back together with her.”

Confusion danced across his face, “I don't understand, the plan worked. Gina was so jealous she came crawling back to me…”

Y/N shook her head, “Not anymore.”

He couldn’t breathe, “N-n-no, wait…”

“Goodbye, Dennis. Hope you have a wonderful life with that tramp.”

—-------

The End

A/N: Oh Dennis…

A/N: Thank you to everyone that has read. I appreciate you all. I’d love to know your thoughts.

@maroonsunrise83

#dennis baker x reader #dennis baker smut #dennis baker angst #dennis baker x y/n #dennis baker x you #Dennis #dennis baker

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