#bring me a dream (bung

[nifolution]

Love Me Forever

Pairing: Jake Jensen / Plus Size Reader

Summary: A brief look into what Jake and his Angel are up to.

Warnings: fluff, hits of sexy time

A/N: This is a sequel to Love Me Again. Takes place about two years in the future.  This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is still written in 3rd person. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

Love Me Again     Main Masterlist

Y/N sat propped up on their bed, her legs bent up. Clad in only a bra and her lover’s eyepatch, faintly smelling like pink starbursts, cherishing the perfect moment. The fear of losing this again lived in the back of her mind. Her soulmate came back to her, she refused to take a single day for granted.

It took a long time for them to get back to this place. Rebuilding what they used to have brick by brick until their foundation was solid once more. She fell in love with him every day. With every bad joke, every laugh, every kiss. He never stopped showing that he belonged to her, and she to him.

Jake wore his favorite pirate hat and Lord of the Rings boxers. Contently cuddling his angel’s legs, placing lazy kisses on her knees, soaking up the postcoital bliss. She stroked his arm and back, making him purr. Most days he couldn’t believe his angel was real. Thankful for each day she chose him. There was no one more perfect in his eyes. He prayed he would never lose her again.

They had just finished celebrating the addition of the Sword of Omens to their weapons wall. After a brief debate on where it looked the best, they decided it fit between Excalibur and the Bat’leth. Their house décor was a geek's dream. The real deal items however, had to be hidden. Of course there were several secret passages built into the home. Y/N’s lab where she worked on her drones and Jake’s equipment had to be kept safe.

Parting her legs, he moved between them with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He has her full attention. On all fours, he growled like a tiger while stalking up her body. Once nose to nose, he pulled back, wiggling his eyebrows. His right hand disappeared under the pillow next to her, fiddling with something she couldn’t see.

“Ta da!” Jake pulled his hand out, now wearing three finger puppets. 

“Are those rats?”

He tsksd at her, “Opossums my dear, America's only marsupial. Have some respect.” Shimmying lower, he half rested on her belly, making himself comfortable.

Using her as a stage, he began to dance them across her stomach as she watched with amusement.

“Look, it’s a remake of see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. BUT they forgot, smell no evil?” Jake loudly sniffed the air. “There's evil afoot.” 

He continued to sniff all over Y/N, tickling her. Reaching her neck, he narrowed his eyes at her. Taking a large whiff and a small lick, he moved away. Lips pursed in suspicion, “Hmm, semi evil.”

“Mwahahaha.” A fourth puppet popped up on the index finger of his left hand.

“Villain! ATTACK!” A great battle raged across her chest and torso. “Pew pew… Kapow… Ahhh… Take that… Bang… You’ll never take me alive… Pow… Thwack.” Jake made the fighting noises to a soundtrack of her giggles.

“Oh nooooooo… Save me. Save me.” The evil opossum fell dramatically into her cleavage.

Jake glanced up, eyes wide in alarm, “He fell in a booby trap.”

Shaking with laughter, Y/N pressed her hands into her aching cheeks.

His voice took on a somber tone, “Sadly, there was no escape for the scoundrel. It was a slow death, but hey, what a way to go.”

“Now the good news is, the survivors of the war for Mount Gazongas turned their lives around. Yes, indeed. They became an overnight sensation as the next big music group, Nocturnal Melody. Their cute noses and prehensile tails stole the hearts of the world.”

Sounding like a deranged mickey mouse, the puppets began singing, “Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream. Bung, bung, bung, bung…”

The puppets covered her face for their finale. Once Jake’s hand passed over, Y/N’s eyes popped back open, greeted with his bright smile.

“Ah, my wish came true.” He softly kissed her waiting lips. “I love you, Angel.”

“I love you more.”

Jake shook his head, “Mm.”

She quirked her eyebrow in challenge, “Mmhm."

“Nuh-uh.”

“Uh-huh.”

Kissing her again, he chuckled, “The love war continues.”

She smiled into the kiss, “Never-ending.”

A finger possum inserted himself into the conversation. His high squeaky voice inquiring, “What about meeee? Do you love meeeee?”

Y/N grimaced, “Not so much.”

Gasping, Jake pulled the puppet away protectively. “How could you not love him? Poor Mr. Trashcan. Look at that face. Don't you want to keep him forever?”

“Sorry, one horny animal in this bed is enough.”

He took her hand, kissing it. The air around them seemed to shift. He whispered into her flesh, “Do you want me forever?”

“Of course I do.” She tried to break the tension with a joke, “Wait, you're house trained, aren't you?” Seeing the serious look on his face, she stopped. He doesn't wear one of those often.

“You really are my dream girl. I couldn't have imagined someone that matches me so perfectly. You are so funny and smart and sexy and thoughtful. You're creative and kind, beautiful and sweet and a blast to be around. A great friend, coworker, partner and all around badass. You understand me like no one else ever has, or will. Each day with you is the best day of my life.”

Choked up, her eyes watering, Y/N was at a loss for words.

Flashing a lopsided grin, he nervously continued, “I was originally going to make a huge spectacle, but after everything that’s happened, and how fucking amazing you are for still being with me, I didn’t want to push my luck. So I'm keeping it small, just us, and hoping with all my heart that this goes my way.”

Furrowing her brows, she searched his eyes for answers.

Jake leaned back, going onto his knees. Pulling off two finger opossums, he threw them over his shoulder. As he pulled off the last one, there was a quick glimmer and a sound of something falling in the puppet.

“Shit.” Jake shook it, trying to dislodge the item, but it wouldn’t budge. He huffed, “This is not going to plan at all.”

Peeking up into the offending puppet, he used his pinky to dig it out. “Ah ha.”

Y/N sat up straight, ripping off the eyepatch. Pinched between his fingers was a diamond ring. “Jakey?”

Jake smiled at her, assuring her this was real. “My Angel, you are everything to me and I never ever EVER want to lose you again. Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

She met his eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Fuck yes!” She shouted, grabbing his face and kissing him eagerly. When his hat fell off, she picked it up, putting it back on his head. 

“You really want to spend the rest of your life with me, Jackey?”

Shaking his head, Jake took off his hat, placing it on her head. “Not long enough. You better believe I'm going to haunt your ass. And when you meet me in the afterlife, we’ll spend eternity as a fearsome ghost couple. I got places picked out we can haunt.” He slid the ring onto her finger, “We'll be legendary.”

She squeezed his hand, “Promise?”

“Promise. You got me forever, Angel.” Jake moved next to her, pulling her to him to lay down. Adjusting the covers over them, he held her to his chest and kissed her hair.

Angling her head, she kissed him properly. Murmuring, “Love you, love you, love you.”

Returning her head to rest on him, Y/N wiggled uncomfortably, a funny look on her face. She reached into her bra, pulling out the villainous puppet.

The couple erupted in a fit of laughter.

The End

A/N: A special thank you to everyone that has read this version or the original. I appreciate you all and I’d love to know your thoughts.

[niffala]

Love Me Forever

Pairing: Jake Jensen / Plus-size OFC (Maisie)

Summary: A brief look into what Jake and his Angel are up to.

Warnings: fluff, mention of sexy times

A/N: This is a sequel to Love Me Again. Takes place about two years in the future. Reader insert version found here. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated. 

Love Me Again    Main Masterlist   

Maisie sat propped up on their bed, her legs bent up. Clad in only a bra and her lover’s eyepatch, faintly smelling like pink starbursts, cherishing the perfect moment. The fear of losing this again lived in the back of her mind. Her soulmate came back to her, she refused to take a single day for granted.

It took a long time for them to get back to this place. Rebuilding what they used to have brick by brick until their foundation was solid once more. She fell in love with him every day. With every bad joke, every laugh, every kiss. He never stopped showing that he belonged to her, and she to him.

Jake wore his favorite pirate hat and Lord of the Rings boxers. Contently cuddling his angel’s legs, placing lazy kisses on her knees, soaking up the postcoital bliss. She stroked his arm and back, making him purr. Most days he couldn’t believe his angel was real. Thankful for each day she chose him. There was no one more perfect in his eyes. He prayed he would never lose her again.

They had just finished celebrating the addition of the Sword of Omens to their weapons wall. After a brief debate on where it looked the best, they decided it fit between Excalibur and the Bat’leth. Their house décor was a geek's dream. The real deal items however, had to be hidden. Of course there were several secret passages built into the home. Maisie’s lab where she worked on her drones and Jake’s equipment had to be kept safe.

Parting her legs, he moved between them with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He has her full attention. On all fours, he growled like a tiger while stalking up her body. Once nose to nose, he pulled back, wiggling his eyebrows. His right hand disappeared under the pillow next to her, fiddling with something she couldn’t see.

“Ta da!” Jake pulled his hand out, now wearing three finger puppets. 

“Are those rats?”

He tsksd at her, “Opossums my dear, America's only marsupial. Have some respect.” Shimmying lower, he half rested on her belly, making himself comfortable.

Using her as a stage, he began to dance them across her stomach as she watched with amusement.

“Look, it’s a remake of see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. BUT they forgot, smell no evil?” Jake loudly sniffed the air. “There's evil afoot.” 

He continued to sniff all over Maisie, tickling her. Reaching her neck, he narrowed his eyes at her. Taking a large whiff and a small lick, he moved away. Lips pursed in suspicion, “Hmm, semi evil.”

“Mwahahaha.” A fourth puppet popped up on the index finger of his left hand.

“Villain! ATTACK!” A great battle raged across her chest and torso. “Pew pew… Kapow… Ahhh… Take that… Bang… You’ll never take me alive… Pow… Thwack.” Jake made the fighting noises to a soundtrack of her giggles.

“Oh nooooooo… Save me. Save me.” The evil opossum fell dramatically into her cleavage.

Jake glanced up, eyes wide in alarm, “He fell in a booby trap.”

Shaking with laughter, Maisie pressed her hands into her aching cheeks.

His voice took on a somber tone, “Sadly, there was no escape for the scoundrel. It was a slow death, but hey, what a way to go.”

“Now the good news is, the survivors of the war for Mount Gazongas turned their lives around. Yes, indeed. They became an overnight sensation as the next big music group, Nocturnal Melody. Their cute noses and prehensile tails stole the hearts of the world.”

Sounding like a deranged mickey mouse, the puppets began singing, “Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream. Bung, bung, bung, bung…”

The puppets covered her face for their finale. Once Jake’s hand passed over, Maisie’s eyes popped back open, greeted with his bright smile.

“Ah, my wish came true.” He softly kissed her waiting lips. “I love you, Angel.”

“I love you more.”

Jake shook his head, “Mm.”

She quirked her eyebrow in challenge, “Mmhm."

“Nuh-uh.”

“Uh-huh.”

Kissing her again, he chuckled, “The love war continues.”

She smiled into the kiss, “Never-ending.”

A finger possum inserted himself into the conversation. His high squeaky voice inquiring, “What about meeee? Do you love meeeee?”

Maisie grimaced, “Not so much.”

Gasping, Jake pulled the puppet away protectively. “How could you not love him? Poor Mr. Trashcan. Look at that face. Don't you want to keep him forever?”

“Sorry, one horny animal in this bed is enough.”

He took her hand, kissing it. The air around them seemed to shift. He whispered into her flesh, “Do you want me forever?”

“Of course I do.” She tried to break the tension with a joke, “Wait, you're house trained, aren't you?” Seeing the serious look on his face, she stopped. He doesn't wear one of those often.

“You really are my dream girl. I couldn't have imagined someone that matches me so perfectly. You are so funny and smart and sexy and thoughtful. You're creative and kind, beautiful and sweet and a blast to be around. A great friend, coworker, partner and all around badass. You understand me like no one else ever has, or will. Each day with you is the best day of my life.”

Choked up, her eyes watering, Maisie was at a loss for words.

Flashing a lopsided grin, he nervously continued, “I was originally going to make a huge spectacle, but after everything that’s happened, and how fucking amazing you are for still being with me, I didn’t want to push my luck. So I'm keeping it small, just us, and hoping with all my heart that this goes my way.”

Furrowing her brows, she searched his eyes for answers.

Jake leaned back, going onto his knees. Pulling off two finger opossums, he threw them over his shoulder. As he pulled off the last one, there was a quick glimmer and a sound of something falling in the puppet.

“Shit.” Jake shook it, trying to dislodge the item, but it wouldn’t budge. He huffed, “This is not going to plan at all.”

Peeking up into the offending puppet, he used his pinky to dig it out. “Ah ha.”

Maisie sat up straight, ripping off the eyepatch. Pinched between his fingers was a diamond ring. “Jakey?”

Jake smiled at her, assuring her this was real. “My Angel, you are everything to me and I never ever EVER want to lose you again. Maisie Rose Shelton, will you marry me?”

She met his eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Fuck yes!” She shouted, grabbing his face and kissing him eagerly. When his hat fell off, she picked it up, putting it back on his head. 

“You really want to spend the rest of your life with me, Jackey?”

Shaking his head, Jake took off his hat, placing it on her head. “Not long enough. You better believe I'm going to haunt your ass. And when you meet me in the afterlife, we’ll spend eternity as a fearsome ghost couple. I got places picked out we can haunt.” He slid the ring onto her finger, “We'll be legendary.”

She squeezed his hand, “Promise?”

“Promise. You got me forever, Angel.” Jake moved next to her, pulling her to him to lay down. Adjusting the covers over them, he held her to his chest and kissed her hair.

Angling her head, she kissed him properly. Murmuring, “Love you, love you, love you.”

Returning her head to rest on him, Maisie wiggled uncomfortably, a funny look on her face. She reached into her bra, pulling out the villainous puppet.

The couple erupted in a fit of laughter.

The End

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

[loving-parappa-always]

mr sandman

 bring me a dream (bung, bung, bung, bung)

[sidetongue]

mr span man 

[dresmire]

why won't big daddy sandman come and bare knuckle me straight in the kisser??? hmmmm??? i will slob his sandy knob for more than 3 hours of sleep at night, i will become his sleepy lil sand slut. i can probably fit so much sand in my ass. call that a sandbox. 

[king-galaxius]

The Chordettes - Mr Sandman (Live 1958)

The Chordettes – Mr Sandman (Live 1958)

The Chordettes – Mr Sandman (Live 1958)

The Chordettes – Mr Sandman (Live 1958)

“(scat “bung, bung, bung, bung” 26 bungs in all)

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream (bung, bung, bung, bung) Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen (bung, bung, bung, bung) Give him two lips like roses and clover (bung, bung, bung, bung) Then tell him…

[lexi-anastasia-astra-luna]

Okay I haven’t watched Sandman yet so I just need to know one thing before I decide to watch it.

Does the song, you know the one, “mr sandman bring me a dream (bum bung bung), make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen (bung, bung, bung, bung” does it play at anytime in the show??

I need to know so I can prepare myself to be happy and sing at the top of my lungs or be sadly disappointed.

[trashexplorer]

BLCD Review: Pheromone Tantei

Title: Pheromone Detective Drama CD~Kioku Soushitsu Otoko Hiroimashita~(フェロモン探偵 ドラマCD～記憶喪失男拾いました～)

Author: Maruki Bunge

Illustrator: Aiba Kyoko

Release Date: 2021/05/12

Cast:

Kawahara Yoshihisa x Shirai Yuusuke

Yabuuichi Marina

Yoshiyuki Ito

Synopsis: Nasukawa Akira, a detective by day, slut by night, is a trouble magnet. On one snowy day, he picks up a fallen amnesiac who he names as Kisaragi Yukiya. He was a handsome and interesting man, so Nasukawa hires him to help him with his agency. 

Review Proper

Don’t look at me. Even I don’t know what’s up with my first synopsis. 😬 However, I still don’t get why it’s named “Pheromone Detective” when pheromones weren’t actually in the story? Akira-san doesn’t even attract too much trouble, even as a so-called “magnet”. Anyway, uhh, what can I say? This was paced badly ngl. I’m not sure if it’s because of how short all the tracks were, but they weren’t able to expound on the plot of each one of them. Everything was happening so fast, man. They don’t even have a moment where they at least catch feelings for each other, and Yukiya was a borderline homophobe, remember??? I can’t believe it only took Akira-san’s asshole to be drugged to get his dick bending the other way.

Yukiya: “Sheesh. Alright, I’ll help finger your ass.”

Akira-san: *incessant moaning

Yukiya: “Yeah, uhh, can I put this dick in you?”

And this is where shit hits the fan ‘cause even when Yukiya forbade Akira-san to find their missing people (who were actually being human-trafficked), Akira-san  still goes and him being a detective gets exposed??? So he gets caught??? And just willingly accepts being a prostitute??? Then Yukiya comes to save him with a big black Mercedes, brings him to some auction house, takes him to the back room, and makes Akira-san eat his dick in gratitude??? With 0 explanation. I was just so confused, man.

Anyway, turns out that Yukiya bought Akira-san and all the missing people out of that auction. So, he really was part of some shady yakuza group, which is where he gets his munny from. Yukiya actually got his memory back a while ago and was just hanging around Akira-san ‘cause he found him interesting, I guess. After that, Yukiya turns all domestic possessive on Akira-san like he didn’t scream to the world that he don’t play anal back in track 2, the end. 

I’m not even sure if Akira-san had feelings for him either and wasn’t just after his dick. Also, I’m a bit sad with his character ‘cause he was basically a chaotic top before all this and was even set on clapping some Yukiya cheeks back there. UGH. “Please, if you’re really intent in having sex with a man, then let me at least be the man in the bedroom.” - Yukiya. The fuck??? I’m not really familiar with Maruki Bunge, but I’m pretty sure Aiba Kyoko can write better than that. There’s even this running gag? that Yukiya’s actually an alien (Yukikya’s the only one who finds it funny) ‘cause he dreams of space a lot. So when Akira-san asks him about his Mercedes the first time, he says that it was his spaceship??? Then when they have sex, he says he’ll send him to... space...

HOW DARE YALL MAKE KAWAHARA SAY THOSE LINES

Moving on to the technicalities,

Damn, it’s been a while since I’ve added Shiraimu to the queen sluts category, but he really do show how worthy he is of the title. *wipes tear* My man really said, “Wow. That got me wet.” and I just flatlined. I mean, if I was a straight man and I got hit with that, I would certainly be bending whatever way for him, yanno? He a fighter. He a queen. 😩 Also, can I just say that this Shiraimu could have pulled a Masato perfectly, seeing how well he vibed with Kawahara despite this tragic dumpster fire of a plot. 

As for Sir Kawahara Yoshihisa,

Well, that was a new daddy experience I didn't know I needed.

You don't understand. This was the first time in my life that I've ever heard Kawahara use his normal speaking voice in a BLCD. The tone he used as younger Asahi was even deeper than this, mind you. Also, can I just say that the breath he puts between words sometimes just 🥴. He tends to put an h in between some words like “Ah” and “iya” making it sound like “Ahhiyaa” which makes me wanna go out and touch some grass, man. Listen to belib. Anyway, I wouldn’t mind more Kawahara in this tone—more like, please do.

NOW FOR MY NEXT ISSUE WITH THIS PLOT: THE FUCKING SOUND ENGINEERING. Remember when I said that Akira-san got drugged and he needed his ass to be stimulated? I really thought that this was another Brilliant Prin original, which is why I put it right after Cendrillon, but when I heard Akira-san’s pants being unzipped with some reverb, I became suspicious. BUT THEN I HEARD KAWAHARA YOSHIHISA FINGERING WHAT SOUNDED LIKE A CAN OF TUNA AND I

WHO ALLOWED THIS??? WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS???

Doesn’t help that the bgms also sucked balls. I mean no offense, but did all the budget go to Kawahara and Shiraimu??? And this is one of their newest CDs. I’m just very, very confused as to what happened here. Also, it turns out that this is actually an adaptation of a multi-part novel with the same name, so there’s more of this... this thing which gives rise to the potential of the BLCD having a sequel too. 😬  

If y’all want to listen to something more interesting that shares some themes, do try Wasurenaide Ittekure. The bottom (Yusa Koji) has the ability to erase memories and makes a living with said ability, the top (Yasumoto Hiroki), on the other hand, is a detective who’s investigating a case that one of Yusa’s clients was involved in. If you want other police blcds to listen to, I highly recommend Outface Double Bind (Morikawa Toshiyuki x Okitsu Kazuyuki & Ookawa Tohru x Suzuki Tatsuhisa), the S series (Konishi Katsuyuki x Kamiya Hiroshi), and Houi Gakusha to Keiji (Konishi Katsuyuki x Yusa Kouji). That’s tragedy, action, and porn respectively. 👍

[monthgirl]

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream (bung, bung, bung, bung) Make him the cutest that I've ever seen (bung, bung, bung, bung) Give him two lips like roses and clover (bung, bung, bung, bung) Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over Sandman, I'm so alone (bung, bung, bung, bung) Don't have nobody to call my own (bung, bung, bung, bung) Please turn on your magic beam Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream

[stupittmoran]

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream (bung, bung, bung, bung)

Make him the cutest that I've ever seen (bung, bung, bung, bung)

Give him two lips like roses and clover (bung, bung, bung, bung)

Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over

Sandman, I'm so alone (bung, bung, bung, bung)

Don't have nobody to call my own (bung, bung, bung, bung)

Please turn on your magic beam

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream

[secret-rendezvous1d]

“you’re so beautiful.”

hello, hi.

here’s some long-awaited spencer fluff that got requested to me. it’s loosely based on this idea that someone sent in to me; you should write something fluffy about spence or the reader being sick or having an off day (something along those lines), and the other just being very attentive to them. like checking in on them before the roundtable meetings or in between briefings and maybe they go out to catch an unsub and they're holding hands in the car and just being super sweet and caring :'))))) brb gonna go explode with feels.

explode with feels is how i hope you’ll feel after reading this. it did make me go all mushy inside because having spencer take care of me whilst i’m sick would be a dream come true- but it won’t because he’s a fictional character and that sucks.

this could the last story that gets posted for a while; some things are happening and i just want to take a bit of a break from posting stories on here until i’m feeling comfortable again. i’m still going to be writing behind the scenes so don’t think i won’t be; there’s so much spencer stuff to work from that plenty of stories will be coming. i just want to say that i am incredibly thankful to each and every one of you who has supported this new venture of writing and has enjoyed it so far. 

like, reblog and send in some feedback, please. it’s greatly appreciated and it helps me work out what you want to see and what you are after. if you want something specific then do let me know! i’d love to try and write something for you.

thank you. enjoy.

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“you’re so beautiful” spencer reid x female reader (reader insert imagine) word count; 4.6k.

* TRIGGER WARNING; very brief mentions of rape, abduction, torture. if you are uncomfortable with that, i advise not to read or read with caution. *

summary; yn falls sick and spencer likes to take good care of her when they’re working on a case.

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YN woke up feeling like shit.

There was no need for her to beat around the bush and deny herself the truth on how her body was making her feel. Her head ached whenever she moved her vision from side to side and her temples throbbed close to her ears and she could feel her heartbeat from behind her eyes, pumping more vigorously, almost like it could have been heard throughout the entire building. Like the heartbeat effect in a movie when things got tense. Her breathing was shallow, her throat felt constantly dry and in need of hydration and her nasal passages felt like wet cotton-wool had been shoved up each nostril and had been strictly put there to restrict a clear intake and outtake of breath when she needed one. Her chest felt heavy, like she was drowning and had no way of coming back to the surface, and her eyes felt sensitive to the bright light of the pure sunshine streaming through the open curtains, which she assumed Spencer had opened when he woke up.

Despite feeling poorly and her head feeling like it wanted to involuntarily dip downward toward her chest, her eyes begging to have a few more minutes of sleep, she felt physically fine and there was no aching in her joints and no soreness around her neck and her legs felt strong enough to hold her weight and so she felt she could live the natural working day like normal. She could still hear so she could attend the briefing that morning, she could still see clearly so she could see the images of what they were dealing with when Garcia showed them on the screen in the roundtable room, she could still manoeuvre herself around and walk without getting dizzy or wandering from a straight line so she could easily be used in a chase to catch an unsub. She was fine to work and nothing but a couple of cold and flu capsules taken with her breakfast and some regular four-hour intakes of paracetamol through the day would keep her strong and feeling better throughout the day.

She left their bedroom freshly showered and spritzed with perfume and deodorant and dressed in an outfit that seemed like it was fitting attire to how she was feeling; a baggy sweatshirt, that hung loose down her upper body and covered her hands, and a pair of worn-out and black-denim skinny jeans that she kept in the back of her closet for days when work trousers just didn’t cut it for her. When she wanted something a little more comfortable and fitting. The material at the kneecaps almost worn out and torn from the non-stop crawling on her knees during cases that had them in tight spaces, the hems cut up from walking through thorns and shrubbery when cases took them into the wilderness, dried out stains of god-knows what sunk deep into the material which she struggled to get rid of when laundry day came around, and the denim around the inner thigh was wearing thin from the constant running around they had to do and with the amount of time she paced interrogation rooms and paced negotiation rooms when she felt on edge about something in particular. The jumper, she hoped, would keep her warm enough to not get worse symptoms over the next few days that passed so she wasn’t sent home for being ill - Hotch being more careful than strict because he couldn’t have her working excessively when her body couldn’t take the pressure.

What she expected to see, after closing the bedroom door behind her exit, was an empty living room that was void of anything related to Spencer. His house keys taken from the hooks by the front door, his tattered Converse trainers gone from the space beside her chunky black boots, his shoulder bag picked up from the floor by the coat-rack that was also missing his coat. Except, when she looked around and took a note of anything that had gone, everything seemed to have been left in the same place as where they had been left the previous evening when they arrived home; her boots were to the left of his trainers, his bag was hung up instead of left of the floor and his coat was taking up a hook on the rack beside her patterned macintosh. 

He was still home and it took her a moment to realise.

There was a delicious smell of bacon and fried eggs filling the entire apartment, the delectable sound of something sizzling in a pan taking her from the entryway and into the kitchenette, where she found Spencer stood amongst the smells and the sounds and the spitting oil and the steam coming from the cooker. Stood with his back facing her and dressed in the typical waistcoat and patterned shirt, one hand holding a ceramic bowl in a tight grip and the other using a fork to mash two halves of an avocado up, head darting from the pan frying the eggs to the bacon cooking in the grill to make sure there was no burning of any of the breakfast foods he was prepping for a masterpiece. 

“What’s going on here this morning? Are you burning food for an experiment or something?” She questioned, startling him in his spot, a tinkle of metal cutlery colliding with ceramic as he dropped the fork upon your sudden arrival. His body turned so gracefully in his place, the bowl of avocado being left behind on the counter, taking in the standing stature of his girlfriend as she stood in the archway of the kitchen entryway. Her hair damp from the shower but dried enough not to leave wet patches on her clothes, fresh-faced and make-up free, looking so small as she stood with a grin on her face- god, he really loved her., “Good morning, sunshine.”

“Good morning to you,” he smiled warmly, stepping across the expanse between them and reaching for her hands, curling his fingertips into hers and holding them gently in his sweetened hold. He smelt like his musky and sandalwood-scented aftershave, something that always lingered in whatever room he entered, and she loved that it made her feel so safe and secure. The smell of home when they/he were away from home. “You were tossing and turning in bed all night and I heard you sniffling this morning so I knew you were going to wake up a little ill so I thought I’d make you breakfast to cheer you up. Egg and mashed avocado on toast with some bacon to get you going since it’s your favourite at the moment.”

She smiled appreciatively. He was attentive, no matter what the subject was, and his eidetic memory came in hand sometimes when she found a new obsession or found something that she enjoyed because he always seemed to remember and never let it slip his mind. Egg and avocado on toast just so happened to be her favourite meal for the first meal of the day, which she knew would change by next week, and to see him cooking it made her heart race for him a little more than normal. She laced her fingers through his, bringing one of his hands to her lips and pressing a kiss to his skin because there was no way she was going to kiss him on the lips because she knew whatever she had could pass as quickly as it could spread. Much to her dismay, of course, because she liked to sneak the occasional and sneaky kiss whenever they could in between meetings or briefings or orders being thrown about from Hotch. 

“A little ill?” She frowned, head dipping down to her chest before looking back up at him, his eyes full of concern and worry, “I feel fine. Just a little bunged up. A head cold, I would say, Spence.”

He left the space in front of her to tend to the sizzling in the pan that was becoming a little more vicious as it held the cooking eggs, spitting oil as an indication that they were ready to be taken out and placed on a plate and ready to sit upon a bed of toasted bloomer bread that had a spread of avocado along the toasted top. Turning off the hob and sliding to the toaster, slipping two slices of bread into their toaster and allowing it to toast whilst the bacon finished grilling under the heat. And, by this point, YN took it upon herself to sit at the dining table and pour herself a cup of coffee from the cafetiere perched in the middle of the table, steaming with black coffee that had been freshly made before she left the bedroom.

“You look beautiful today, by the way,” Spencer broke the silence of the quiet apartment with a huff and a puff surrounding his words, setting a plate down in front of her and swiping his brow with the back of his hand, “you’re so beautiful.”

“I don’t feel beautiful right now, Spence,” she informed him, eyes focused on the bright yellow yolk of her egg, as he went back to grab his plate and walked back to the table to sit opposite her. She was impressed with his attempt. She liked her eggs cooked in a very specific way when it came to frying them, sunny-side up and with a runny yolk that covered everything when it broke, and he managed to get it perfectly to her expectations. “I’m all bunged up and snotting and leaking from every hole today. I don’t feel so pretty.”

“Every hole?” 

“Every facial hole, you pervert,” she scoffed and rolled her eyes, trying to hide the smirk that would have shown if she wasn’t trying to be a tiny bit serious. However, deep down, she was a little surprised that the innocent face that had sat opposite her at the dining table could even think of euphemisms so youthful and degenerative so quickly and so on subject when sex wasn’t exactly something he was confident in, “get your dirty mind out of the gutter.”

“I still think you look beautiful. Snot all around your nostrils or not,” he said, “absolutely gorgeous.”

“Shut up, don’t flatter me,” she kicked his shin underneath the table and grinned at the contact she felt with her toes, a wince leaving his mouth and a dribble of yolk trickling down his chin, the impact jerking his body and therefore jolting his arm and smearing avocado across his cheek, much to her amusement.  “serves you right, genius.”

“Hurry up and eat, we’re needed in the roundtable room in half an hour,” he shovelled a forkful of toast into his mouth, the crust catching his mouth and swiping a mix of avocado and egg whites across his upper lip.“Try not to sniffle and cough so much otherwise Hotch won’t allow you on the jet.”

“Don’t sabotage my job, Spencer. The team needs me just as much as they need you.” 

“I want you as close to me as possible so I can keep an eye on you. I’m a doctor, after all. I can look after you, carry any meds you need, be your something warm on the jet,” his sentence was halted by the ringing from the phone in his trouser pocket, the fork in his hand being placed on the plate so he could dig around and pull it out, no hesitation in his thumb to answer until he heard YN sniffle and he caught himself before he pressed the green call button. “You’re still alert to everything, yeah? Still good to come into work?”

“Do you mean, am I alert that Hotch is ringing your phone right now to get confirmation that we’ll be in on time?” She wondered, a hint of a smirk on her face when he looked up from his screen and nodded, “then yeah, I’m still good to go to work and treat the any like any normal day, Spence.”

+

“Are you feeling okay?” 

Spencer’s question was full of concern, and she worried that those overhearing their conversation because of the silence inside the confinement of the plane had their ears pricking up at any noise made by any one of the team, his long legs striding across the alley of the plane and crouching down beside the chair YN had made herself comfortable in for the duration of the flight to Texas. Away from everyone else, away from where chat would have been occupied because her head couldn’t take the jokes and the laughter that came from the gentle banter shared, away from being seated next to anyone in close proximity because she feared that she would definitely give something to someone in the tight space they were spending the next few hours. Although, when she looked around the plane for any eyes on her or anyone who had stopped mid-task to focus on what she and Spencer were talking about, she saw everyone off in their own worlds and in their own quiet conversations as the plane coursed its path. 

“I’m a bit tired but I’m okay. The pills before the flight are kicking in,” she smiled and tilted her head to the side and looked at him through red-rimmed eyes and hooded eyelids hanging above her coloured orbs, his arms folded on the arm of the chair she was curled up in. Her legs felt a little achy, in the bent up position they were in, and she remembered to move them and stretch them for a little to make sure her circulation was still running well. “I think I might take a nap right now. How long till we land?”

“Another couple of hours,” Spencer looked at his watch and then looked back to YN, his hand resting upon hers reassuringly, “I’ll brief you on everything when we land, if you want. To refresh your memory. I’ll get Hotch to get me and you to check the abduction site.”

“That’ll be good.”

“YN, get as much rest as you need,” Rossi said, standing behind Spencer and placing a soothing hand on his shoulder, squeezing it to tell him he was there and to not stand bolt upright in surprise. Partly to silently reassure him that she’d be fine if he left her to sleep through the flight to pass the time and partly to keep him stable as the plane hit a bout of soft turbulence from the gusts of high winds. “We’re thankful you chose to come with us but don’t forget to put yourself first sometimes. If you’re feeling rough then tell us. We can work around that.”

She really adored David.

He was like the father of the team; much more to YN because she had joined the team a short amount of time before he had taken over from Gideon. Even though he had common ground with almost every one of the agents in the unit, the two of them still kept a lookout for one another and checked in during intense cases because Rossi knew some of the information was enough to have someone second guess their career paths. He was the one who always pulled them aside when a situation got a little hated, he was the one who always pulled together team functions outside of work, he cooked for them and taught them Italian and he always knew how to shock and surprise them to a point where they weren’t surprised that Rossi had such an emotional and bumpy road in life.

He was the good cop to Hotch's bad cop - but that usually switched from time to time.

“Rossi, I’m fine. Honestly. I feel fine, just a little bunged up in the chest and the nose area. I struggled to sleep last night so I’m just going to try and grab an hour's shuteye,” YN spoke softly, wiping a tissue underneath her nose and balling it up in her fist, “I’ll be fine after a sleep, I’m sure. My grandma always told me that sleep was the best medicine.”

“If you’re sure,” he hummed, taking a step to the left and hiding in the alcove to make himself a cup of coffee, “absolutely sure?”

“This may not be my grandma’s couch but,” she grinned tiredly and nodded, “I’m absolutely sure.”

He smiled and held his coffee cup tightly in his hands, walking back to where he had been situated opposite JJ and Hotch, taking a glance at Morgan who had found himself comfortable on the sofa of the plane, the case file spread out on either side of him as he prepped to take control of the quick brief they always made so they were ready for when they touched down at their destination and split off into pairs to gain better understanding of who they were dealing with this time around.

“Warm enough?” Before his question was over, he was already shrugging off his jacket and opening it up, “here, some extra warmth,” he draped the material over her body and watched as she snuggled deeply beneath the garment. It smelt like him, it felt like him but it wasn’t him and she wished she could be snuggled on his lap and sleeping under his arm because that's where she slept the best- “better?”

“I was fine before,” she rolled her eyes and tilted her head to the touch of his lips, a kiss being placed against her forehead “but this feels nice.”

“Get comfy, I’ll go grab you some water.”

“You don’t need to baby me, Spencer. I’m honestly fine,” she grabbed his arm and stopped him from standing up and moving into the alcove behind her, not that he was going far but she just wanted to enjoy the moment they had going right now. They rarely got the chance to have their own conversation, in their own world, without any interruption from someone who wanted to tease them for something silly, “just stay here. I don’t need any water, not thirsty.”

“You can’t finish a sentence with the letter ‘d’ finding its way to the end of a word,” he said teasingly, a grin on his face because when she rolled her eyes, her head went the movement, like she went to ignore him because he couldn’t say anything seriously when she wanted him to be serious. Except, she wasn’t doing it to ignore him and to silently tell him that she was displeased with what he had said- she was doing it because if he let her eyes move on their own, her head would have been aching for moments afterwards, “let me grab you some water.”

“Spencer, stop,” she whined, “if I want water then I can get it myself. I’m not an invalid.”

“Never said you were but let me take care of you this time,” he was practically begging. She was independent when it came to being sick and she never liked to show a vulnerable side in front of Spencer, even when he tried his best to wear her down to the point where she gave in to his relentlessness, “please?”

She sighed heavily and pulled his jacket further up her body, tucking it beneath her chin and cosying a little deeper into the seat; she supposed she could use him and his willingness to obey orders to her advantage.

“Okay, fine.”

+

Two days had passed since they had landed in Texas, the longest amount of time that they’d ever spent on a case across the borders, and they were closer to the arrest of the predator who had abducted, raped and killed multiple women over the course of thirteen months than they were when they first arrived. Just a few more hours until they solved the case, had it come to an end with an arrest, so they could be on the jet and back in Virginia come nightfall.

She was ill, granted, and that was one reason as to why she couldn’t wait to get home. In the last forty-eight hours since they’d been there, YN’s head cold had turned into a full body cold and she had taken a turn for the worst but refused to work from the hotel room she shared with Spencer and kept her symptoms more secret. Partly because she was selfish - she knew Hotch would want her working away from the case because the chances of her zoning out where pretty high and she wanted in on the arrest of this unsub, she wanted to be the one who got him in cuffs and put him away for the murders of so many innocent women. 

She wanted her own bed and she wanted to cuddle with Spencer and she wanted to sleep beneath her own covers and sleep in a mattress that Spencer wouldn’t check and inform her on all the facts about bed-bugs and larva that could linger within the spring beneath them, in a bed that wasn’t a tiny hotel bed that was put to shame by their comfortable bed at home. she wanted a decent shower to freshen up in because she always woke up feeling gross and no matter how many showers she took, she still couldn’t rid herself of the sweaty feeling that covered her skin. and she wanted 

But she couldn’t wait to get home and try to rid herself of the information and the images she had been looking at and reciting and listening to over the last 48 hours or so. The stab wounds and the lacerations and the markings on the body of a woman who couldn’t defend herself, the brutal depiction of the well-thought out scenario that made YN shudder in her boots, the toture equipment that had been used on them when they were bound and tied up and screaming for their lives, the pictures showing the faces of the women who no longer had a life to live due to someone’s sadistic behaviour. That was the biggest reason as to why she couldn’t wait to go home.

And it was her arrest.

And she felt proud, a sense of accomplishment, that she was the one to handcuff him and walk him out from his tomb in the basement, beneath the house he had stayed in all his life, and pass him off to a police official who sat him in a police car waiting to take him to the station to be put away for the rest of his sorry life. Of course, they prevented any more attacks that this man would have prepared for but it never brought her a full sense of happiness- how could it when they couldn’t save the girls he had tortured?

“Even when you’re ill, you’re still a badass,” JJ claimed, squeezing YN’s hand and feeling the adrenaline shaking through her body. Something that they had all been through and always experienced no matter how many times they brought a criminal to justice for the horrific things they had done. “You did good, YN.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m a badass just-” she coughed into her free hand and Spencer was close by with a tissue from his jacket pocket, passing it to her so she could blow her nose and wipe the residue from her hand that came from clearing her throat, “just trying to be good at my job and trying to do it well to get these sons of bitches behind bars.”

JJ smiled at the two of them and jogged down the steps of the house, running toward Hotch as she filled him in and told him what had happened in the house and who made the arrest and who was their support and back-up in case things went wrong so he could write the report as best and as true to the story as he could. His eyes darted to YN and then back to JJ a few times as she explained in detail, a small smile on his face that was full of appreciation when he looked at YN and made eye contact which enticed a smile back in his direction, deep in conversation before clambering into the drivers side of the car. 

“I’d agree with JJ,” Spencer smiled, laying his arm over her shoulder and pulling YN into his side, pressing a kiss to her hairline, “full of a cold and you still put the job first. That’s badass behaviour to me.”

“Badass,” YN scoffed and rolled her eyes, looking up at him and squinting from the sunlight that seemed to be beaming directly down upon them, “I don’t think so, Spence.” 

They descended the steps outside the front of the house, his arm still holding her close, the soft feeling of grass and soil from the front lawn making a difference to the concrete they had walked upon as they exited the house. YN could feel the heat radiating all around, making her feel a little hotter than usual and she had the  big jumper covering her upper body to thank for that, and she couldn't wait to be back in Virginia in the air-conditioned office that stayed at a calm and cooling temperature, no matter the weather.

“For a genius, I’d take his word for it,” Rossi said from behind them, overtaking them in a haste to grab the passenger seat in the car with Hotch, “he knows what he’s talking about, YN.”

She didn’t need to see his face to see and hear the smirk in his voice, her arm sneaking around Spencer’s waist, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment as she received a well-done from the rest of the team who had watched from behind the scenes.

“Come on,” he leant away from her and looked down at her, “you did so good today. I’m proud of you.”

“I just want to go home now. Although, I’m not looking forward to the flight with these ears. They ache like mad,” she admitted. Her earshad only just started aching that morning, something she thought would pass if she kept clearing out her nasal passages and 

“We could drive home,” “I can make Morgan take us back. He won’t mind.”

“I will mind. It’s three hours by jet, five by car,” Morgan teased, elbowing Spencer in the arm with hopes he took it as a piece of banter and nothing more than that, “no, I can do. Of course. We can grab a bite to eat on the way home, too.”

“No, flying is much quicker and I want to be home and in bed by nightfall,” YN assured, climbing into the car and scooting over to the far seat behind the front passenger chair, situating herself comfortably and clipping her seatbelt around her upper body, “I’ll just take some meds in a second and sleep it off as soon as we get on the jet.”

“Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent, Spence,” she nodded and gave the seat beside her a pat with her finger tips, “let’s get home.”

[bestjeanistofficial]

Mr Jeanist, bring me a dream🌌🌙

{bung, bung, bung, bung}

You are the cutest that I've ever seen😳💖

{bung, bung, bung, bung}

With two lips like roses and denim 🌹👖

{bung, bung, bung, bung}

I know where you live, our lonesome nights are over🥴💃

Jeanist, I'm in your closet alone 🥺

{bung, bung, bung, bung}

Don't mind me as I raid your home 😘

{bung, bung, bung, bung}

-short anon

Thank you 💕

[raypunkzero]

Hans Rudei Giger (1940 - 2014) 🎶... Sandman, I'm so alone (bung, bung, bung, bung) 🎶.. Don't have nobody to call my own (bung, bung, bung, bung) 🎶... Please turn on your magic beam. 🎶.. Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream https://ift.tt/3hCubcg September 16, 2020 at 12:17PM +visit our fellow Goethepunk art page

[chamiku1]

🎶Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream (bung, bung, bung, bung) Make him the cutest that I've ever seen (bung, bung, bung, bung) Give him two lips like roses and clover (bung, bung, bung, bung)🎶

[samatedeansbroccoli]

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream (bung, bung, bung, bung)

Make him the cutest that I've ever seen (bung, bung, bung, bung)

AU where Team Metal is a matchmaking group instead.

[strange-corners]

Sandman

Silver is laying on the bed with his eyes wide open he was suffering a sleep paralysis "This can't get any worst" suddenly there was some weird noises coming for the living room a record was being play the sound of the needle scratching on the record coming from the stereos.lt started to play a song which meant only one thing "Oh merciful Giratina no" he said fearing for the worst.

A female voice started to sing along with the music that was coming from the living room the distance of the voice was getting closer "Bung-bung-bung-bung bung-bung~".

The singing gets louder and closer, the door slowly opened it was Abigail who had turn on the record player and was singing she slowly enter the room as the moonlight illuminated her small figure she got near the bed as she continue singing "Bung -bung-bung-bung bung~"

"Arceus No! Stay away" Silver tried to get up but was useless the sleep paralysis made it impossible for him to move he saw how she creep into his bed getting near him "Mr. Sandman.....bring me a dream~" she continue with the melody as she reach near his trainer side smiling at him.

"I told you....that you weren't gonna sleep in my bed, you were gonna sleep in the sofa and why the hell did you turn on the recorder player?" he said annoyed as he look at the Gengar.

Abigail didn't acknowledge his statement nor question, instead she gave him some sad puppies eyes as she hug him and started to snuggle him as she continue singing "Sandman, I'm so alone, don't have nobody to call my own~"

Silver let out a huge sigh feeling frustrated but he understood what she was getting at "Okay fine you can sleep with me....just stop singing and stop calling Sandman it...it feels weird". She hold him tight as she wraps around with some blankets and started to fall asleep next to him letting out some soft purrs, eventually Silver started to close his eyes as the music on the living room become nothing but white noise for the both of them.