#but I PROMISE PROMISE MYSELF I’ll have fun this weekend

[alvinmichaelmurphyseville]

“Wait, so this is why other people always have their priorities straight? Work and fun feel similar to them? The same sort of brain chemical release?”

“Because like, if skateboarding feels the same as doing homework, WHY skateboard? I could just walk for exercise and then do homework.”

“This is why everyone pretty much is expected to grow up and be a boring adult.”

“Well, I refuse to join the ranks. But…I recognize there’s a time and place for fun. I just have to carve out that place myself apparently.”

“I think I know how to manage my time now…tentatively. And how to regulate when I take my meds and when I don’t.”

[mywritersmind]

HIDE YOUR NAME NOT YOUR TEAM - LN4

summary : In which a pretty red head catches Lando’s eye one night in mexico, a rude remark and laughable flirting stays on both of their minds. The last thing Lando expects is to see her again in the paddock, while he’s determined to figure her out, she’s determined to hide her name and why she constantly is spotted in orange.

listen up : panic attack, sexual comments, comedy!! lando norris x bosses!daughter.

word count : 5404

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I don’t usually go to these things. But Alexandra convinced me when she said I could borrow her dyson.

“I take it back.” I say as I get my drink, we’re sat at the bar, Charles already gone to find some drivers, “Let’s go back to the hotel! Girls night!” I beg her but she just shakes her head.

“You look too hot for that.” I sigh, I do look hot tonight. I’m in a black mini dress, sheer tights, and knee high boots that are the same shade of burgundy red as my hair.

Just as she says that, Rebecca, Carlos’ girlfriend, comes up to us, “Y/n! You never come out with us!” She hugs me and I smile. I never do but I do like hanging with my girls.

“I had to drag her here!” Alex sips her drink as Rebecca laughs. We’re in Mexico for the grand prix, something I also rarely find myself at.

“Don’t make that face! You deserve a day off.” I sigh, knowing they’re right.

“Alright.” I down the rest of my drink, coughing and turning to the bartender, “Three shots please! Surprise us!”

The girls squeal and as soon as I sit back down, I know it’s gonna be a good night.

I’m multiple drinks in, dancing with my friends, when Carlos and Charles sweep my friends away like it’s nothing.

I scoff, going to walk off the dance floor before a man stops me, “Wanna dance?” I almost laugh when I see who it is. I can tell he sees me thinking about it, “I promise I don’t bite.”

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LANDO NORRIS

I noticed her when she was dancing with some guy who was out of his mind wasted. I saw her hair first, a dark cherry red with messy waves.

I don’t know if she’s here with friends but I do know that I want to know more.

She’s staring at me like i’ve just asked her to do a backflip, “Uh… no.” She shakes her head and walks straight past me.

What the fuck?

I haven’t had a girl reject me in a long time, but it’s not unheard of. Still, something about her is telling me to not give up.

“Wait! I’ll buy you a drink!” I hurry after her, she’s flipping her hair over her shoulder and eyeing me, “Please?”

“Please?” She laughs, “You can’t find any other girl besides me?” She hops up onto a bar stool and I lean against the counter, staying close.

“Maybe I don’t want to.” She narrows her eyes at me. “I’m Lando.”

“Yeah, I know.” This surprises me.

“Oh! Well then you know I'm not a creep, so you’ll let me buy you a drink?” She crosses her arms, she seems to be assessing me.

“Fine.” I get her a dirty martini and water for myself. “Thank you.”

“I’ll always be down to buy a pretty girl a drink.” I smile as she sips her drink, “I never caught your name-”

“Mhm…” She looks around the club, obviously not interested in what I have to say.

“Okay, Red.” She doesn’t even flinch at the nickname, “Why are you in Mexico?”

She hums, “Family.” she lets out a long breath.

I frown at her lack of interest, “That’s fun. I’m racing here this weekend.” She doesn’t respond, “Look, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I promise I'm not like whatever shit magazine you read.”

She looks at me after that and I immediately know I fucked up. Except instead of throwing her drink on me, she just laughs, “God, you’re an asshole.” And with that, she walks away.

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YOU

Lando Norris hitting on me was not something I expected from that night.

But it immediately became worse once I remembered why I was in Mexico.

“Sweetheart!” My dad hugs me tight. Zak Brown is a lot of things but a shit dad isn’t one of them. He’s in all orange, contrasting my white dress. I smile as he pulls back, “I’m so happy you’re here!”

I have gone to four grand prix’s in my life. It seems a bit odd for someone who’s father is there almost every weekend, but we had a deal. I was a sort of trouble child, more in my teens when I wanted more freedom. I took some years off of school but I realized what I was wasting and got right back into college.

My dad said I couldn’t come to a grand prix until I finished school. I was annoyed at first, who wouldn’t want to spend their weekends partying with rich people and flying on private jets? But I sort of fell in love with my studies in fashion and had no time anyway.

But I recently graduated and am back in my papaya fathers reach.

“How are you doing? Excited to be back?” I nod as I walk up the paddock with him.

“Very! I’ve missed everything, especially my friends.” He smiles and I’m happy I can make him do that in public.

“I’m so proud. Oh!” I see my nightmare in neon and freeze, “Come meet one of our drivers, he’s a bit like you, I think.” My dad looks back at my frozen position and frowns.

“I forgot I have to grab food with Lily! New friend duties, right! Remember how happy you are that i’m making friends!? Bye!” I turn around and run.

I end up meeting up with Lily because as soon as I heard myself say it, I suddenly really wanted to see her. Lily isn’t new to the paddock, but I’ve only met her a couple times. We follow each other on instagram and have DM’d multiple times.

After our taco and gossip session, practice started and I know I should be watching, but I want to explore more. So instead, I walk around the Paddock alone.

I seriously missed this environment. One of my favorite memories from when I was a kid was my dad walking me around the paddock. I love the hustle and bustle of the paparazzi, fans, and drivers.

I also love the quiet in the paddock while the cars are on track. I make it back inside, finally finding a bathroom and after fixing my hair and makeup, I wander more halls.

I don’t want to admit I'm lost, but I definitely am. I’m about to call Lily and Rebecca but realize I am a strong independent woman! That and I'm a tad embarrassed.

I turn yet another corner and see the worst person for this situation. I realize he hasn’t seen me yet but when I go to turn he eyes me, “Red?” He looks genuinely shocked and I'm even more shocked that he remembers me!

I laugh awkwardly, not knowing what to say. He’s in his race suit, sweaty, and way too good looking with it unzipped. He runs his hand through his curls, has he always been this attractive?

Sorry! Dickhead. I don’t like this man. He’s an asshole.

“What the fuck?” Is all he can say.

“Hey!” I smile, “Thanks for buying me that drink the other night…” When I left him at the bar, I did not think about the whole MY FATHER IS HIS BOSS thing.

“What are you doing here?” I hide my paddock pass behind my back, “Seriously. You’re not some stalker are you?”

I roll my eyes, “No but I am lost.” I can’t ask him to point me to the Mclaren garage because then he’ll ask why so I go for the next best thing, “I’m looking for the ferrari garage!” I need to text Alex right now.

“I’m still confused- you said you were in town for family.” Fuck my life.

“Yeah! Well… Alex is like family to me! And she invited me. Alex as in-“

“Charles’ girlfriend. Yeah I know.” He moves his water bottle from one hand to the other, stepping closer. “But, why would I help you if you think I'm an asshole?”

Okay. Good point.

“Because you think I'm pretty?” I smile and I can tell he’s biting back a laugh. “And because you were being pretty cocky!”

He nods, “Fair enough. Come with me.” I didn’t expect him to give in so easily.

“Hey, why were you in here anyways?” He shrugs and keeps walking for a bit before answering.

“Needed a breather.”

I nod, walking with him in silence, he opens the door for me and the sun hits up straight on. “So… how's the whole driving thing going?”

He glances at me, “It's alright. Quali tomorrow.”

“Good luck. Although I kinda hope you don’t get first.” He raises a brow. “I’m a big Piastri fan.”

He looks genuinely hurt, “I didn’t even think you watched.”

I frown, “Why wouldn’t I? I mean, I'm here.”

“Yeah but you… nevermind.”

I stop, turning to him, “You have to tell me now!”

He grins, looking away and continuing to walk, “You just didn’t have a reaction when I hit on you.” I scoff, “I know, I know! Dickish.”

I can’t help but laugh, “Honestly… fair enough. If I looked like you with the whole famous rich thing. I’d be pulling left and right.”

He eyes me, “So you think i’m attractive.” My face drops and I look ahead, “Hey it’s okay we already know I think you’re hot!” God if my dad ever heard this…

“Just shut up.” He does.

Until he doesn’t, “You really a big Oscar fan?”

I’m happy that I got under his skin with that one, “What if I said I liked Verstappen more?”

“I’d leave your lost ass right here.” Lando says it so serious that all I can do is laugh. He looks proud after I look at him again. “Seriously though.”

“Ferrari girl through and through.” He rolls those gorgeous green eyes of his, “McLaren might be second best though. Plus that Colapinto kid…”

He rolls his eyes, “You can’t like Franco more than me.”

“What, you jealous?” He points to turn and when we do, I see the garages in view.

“Gonna give me your name yet? Or am I sticking to Red?”

I pull his same move and avoid the question, “Thanks for showing me back.”

“Is it bad I like it when you’re mean to me?” I groan and walk away, “Bye, Red!”

“Later, Norris.”

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“He doesn’t know who you are!?” Lily and Alexandra scream at the same time, we’re sitting in my hotel room when I called an emergency girls meeting. Except Rebecca is with Carlos to celebrate a little after his pole.

I cover my face with my hands, “But why does it matter!?”

“He’s obviously is hot for you.” Alex shrugs as Lily laughs, rolling onto her back.

“Babe, No wonder he’s so interested in you! I mean- besides the fact that you’re hilarious and drop dead gorgeous- he definitely is intrigued.”

I shake my head, “More like plotting to get me back for calling him an asshole.”

“Wait! You called him an asshole!?” Lily laughs even harder, “I love you!”

“Genuine question though… why don’t you go for it?” I stare at Alex as if she has two heads.

“Go for it!? Lando Norris?” She nods, “No way! Besides the fact that my dad is his boss, he’s way too cocky, and he doesn’t even know my name, I still wouldn’t go for him.”

“That’s kinda part of the appeal.” Alex shrugs, “What!? He knows nothing about you but thinks your hot! Seems like enough to me.”

We end up crying laughing, the conversation straying from Lando and to all the on track drama.

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I’ve been avoiding the McLaren garage like the plague. I was there this morning but stayed on Oscar’s side. After meeting him, falling in love with him (platonically of course), and seeing that Lando was completely locked into Qualifying, I took my first breath of calmness.

The boys went out and I popped over to talk to Pato. Quali was over way quicker than I expected, After Oscar’s P17 a weird energy was in the garage and as soon as I saw Lando’s car, I was out of there.

What game am I even playing? Maybe it’s a little hot that he doesn’t know who I am… I don’t know why. Plenty of people have bugged me because of who my dad is, but Lando doesn’t need extra grand prix tickets or me to spot him money.

I find myself in a large room, it’s filled with chairs and a couch facing them. I grin immediately, how the hell is this just open?

I obviously am going to take my chance and pretend to be a talented man! The couch is not as comfortable as I expected and I almost fucking jump off of it when someone walks in.

He's breathing heavily and I recognize something’s wrong immediately. He’s pulling off the velcro of his race suit, unzipping it and pacing. “Lando.”

His head shoots up immediately, just staring at me, “Fuck Red, why are you everywhere?” His breath is labored and shaky.

I stand slowly as he slides down the wall, pulling his knees to his chest and leaning his head back. I’m confused because he seemed fine twenty minutes ago. P3 was not bad especially for where they are right now.

I start to say something but he just shakes his head, “I can’t.” He points to his throat and I realize he can’t breathe.

“I like your hair.” I say quickly, he looks so shocked when he looks up at me, “You look really good with it.” He keeps breathing heavily.

“Huh?”

“Although, you should ditch that fuck ass hat.” He tries to laugh but he’s still struggling. I slowly sit in front of him, “Seriously, who told you to wear that?”

“I- I have to.”

I roll my eyes but my hands are shaking. I’m not a stranger to a panic attack and seeing it happen to someone in front of me is a little scary, “Free will? I mean we all know you have it with the amount of times you whip out your middle finger.”

He laughs again, breathy, but his breathing seems to be getting slower.

“You definitely have free will.” he chokes out, “Saw you- today. Flirting with Lewis.” He got me there.

“Okay! Have you seen him? Who wouldn’t!?”

He shakes his head, “He’s way older.”

“Some people might find that hot.” He side eyes me, “Don’t worry I'm still into guys my own age.”

He’s smiling, nodding. We stay silent for a moment, his head resting against his knees as he catches his breath. He finally slides his legs out in front of him and I scoot next to him.

I tap my neck to ask for permission and he understands immediately, nodding. My hand slips to his neck, feeling his pulse.

“I used to have panic attacks a lot last year.” I explain as I feel his heart underneath my touch. He doesn’t say anything, just looking into my eyes. I swallow, “Your heart is going crazy.”

He doesn’t miss a beat, “Yeah I don’t think that’s because of the panic attack.”

I give him a look, “Seriously? Even in distress you’re a flirt.”

He licks his lips, “You’re good at calming people.”

“All I did was talk, not that hard.” My hand is still on his neck. “Are you okay?”

He swallows, looking away just as I drop my hand back to my side, “Mhm. Thank you.” His hand goes to mine as if it’s nothing. I’m shaking. He rests his head against the wall, closing his eyes, and squeezing my hand. “I think I owe you another drink, Red.”

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It’s not until after more press and the conference is over, when Lando finds me again.

“Let me buy you dinner.” I raise a brow, “Come on, as a thank you.”

“You already said thank you.” I sip my water as he frowns. He’s out of his race suit and into jeans and a McLaren shirt.

“Just let me take you out.”

“Are you feeling okay?” I reach up and press the back of my hand to his forehead, “Oh no! Seems like you have a case of aiming high.” He mocks me as I cross my arms.

“Red, If you’re that high, I'll take my McLaren rocket ship and meet you.” I laugh at his words.

“A bit late on the whole rocket ship thing.” He sighs.

“We’ll have fun. Please. Why not?” He goes through five emotions in two seconds.

“You’re sinister, evil, and orange.” My eyes stray who who’s also orange and walking quickly up to us, “Shit.” I don’t mean to say it out loud.

Lando turns around quickly, then back to me, “Don’t tell me you’re scared of Zak. I’ll introduce you-”

“No! I’m not! I gotta go!”

“Wha- Red!” I walk away so fast that I don’t see the man rounding the corner.

“Y/n?” Oscar looks at me confused, “Alright?”

“Hi!” I quickly move past him but he follows.

“What’s wrong?”

“Lando is trying to introduce me to Zak Brown.” I say simply as we turn another corner and Oscar frowns.

“Zak Brown as in your dad Zak Brown?” I look at him, nodding. Then he laughs, “He doesn’t know who you are?”

“Nope. Sort of a long story but I'm in too deep now.” I cross my arms and he starts laughing harder.

“I’m completely here for this- Just one question though… how the fuck does he not know who you are? You’ve been in the garage.”

“He’s blind and I'm a mastermind?” I shrug and of course, Lando finds us.

“Red! No!” He groans when he sees Oscar, “Osc, Don’t convert her into a you fan i’m trying so hard to get her to like me!” Oscar laughs harder, covering his mouth and looking at me.

“I don’t need to be converted! I’m already an Oscar fan!” Lando frowns as I shake my head.

“Don’t worry mate, everyone’s an Oscar fan.” He pats Lando on the shoulder before leaving. “See ya…” I can tell he’s about to say my name but he stops himself.

Lando narrows his eyes at me, “He knows your name?” I bite my lip and walk away. “Hey wait! Any thoughts about tonight?”

I glance back at him, “Don’t you have a race to be preparing for?”

He smirks, catching up to me, “Wanna know my pre race ritual?” I push him away from me, “I’ll give you a hint.” He winks and my stomach does a weird flip.

“You’re never gonna stop, are you?” I place my hands on my hips, looking up at the man.

“Tell me to, and I will.” I stay quiet, his eyes meeting mine and the corner of his lip quirking up. Someone calls his name but his eyes stay on me, smiling. He leans down and taps his knuckles against his hand, “Bye, Red.”

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Although Lando has been running around my head, I still have other duties besides being flirted with. I’m at dinner with my dad, it’s been a while since it’s been just the two of us. And I will say, I missed it.

He’s busy and obviously distracted but i’m grateful for any time I get with him. We’re in the Paddock but everybody is gone except for a few engineers and workers.

“Tell me about your weekend! I haven’t seen you much in the garage.” He takes a bite out of his salad, looking down at his texts.

“I’ve been around.” I shrug, drinking my lemonade, “It’s good to be back. But I have been sneaking off with my friends a bit…”

He smiles, “I’m glad. Even if you aren’t cheering us on.” I laugh, “You will be watching from the garage tomorrow, though.”

I nod, “Yes yes, I know.”

We get into a conversation about the issues with my apartment and how he thinks I should move back home. I get the feeling that he’s worried about tomorrow and suddenly wonder if he’s like this every weekend.

My dad gets a call which ends our dinner early, “I gotta grab my bag then I'll head to the hotel.” I kiss him on the cheek and make my way to the garage.

There’s a few people hanging back, some looking at screens and someone laying on the floor, looking at Lando’s back wing.

I grab my purse, rummaging around in it to make sure my phone is there. “You sure you’re not stalking me, Red?” That damn voice makes me jump.

He's sitting on the floor next to his own car, his arms and black shirt dirty. Was he… fixing his car?

I raise a brow, “What are you doing?” He takes the rag next to him and wipes off his hands, standing up.

“What are you doing?”

I cross my arms, “Stealing information for ferrari.” He smirks, shaking his head and walking past me to grab his water.

“Instead of having dinner with me? You need to sort your priorities out.”

I flip my hair over my shoulder, “Do you work on your own car often?”

“I can’t do much but I do like to see how it looks.” He shrugs, leaning against the wall and glancing at the people working, “You seriously not gonna tell me who you know at McLaren? You obviously have an in.”

He waves to the people who are packing up and walking out. We are now alone.

I hum, knowing there’s no chance I'm about to tell him who my ‘in’ is. He laughs a bit, “Alright, stay mysterious. Wanna sit in it?” I almost think I didn’t hear him correctly.

“What?” He nods, standing and walking over to his car, “Come on, don’t tell me you’ve already driven one or something.”

I smile, shaking my head and walking towards him, “No. I used to kart but I’m actually shit at it.” He laughs, beckoning me closer. “Won’t you get in trouble for this?”

He brings his finger to his lips, shushing me as I stand in front of him, “Okay put your foot here,” he points, “And hold onto this.” He points again and I do as I'm told.

I hate to admit it, but I am quite clumsy. When I slip a bit, his hands go to catch me instantly. Thank you driver reaction practice.

He lifts me down into the seat, his hands regretfully leaving me. I look up at him, “For once, you look tall.” His smile drops, leaning over me.

“You’re one to talk.” He scoffs and starts pointing at things. I try to listen but his hand is right in front of my face and I’m genuinely surprised how much I don’t know.

“You’re so far down.” I hum, holding my hands out as if I'm driving, “My back already hurts.” He smiles and kneels next to me.

“You look good in here. Seems like a complete hazard though, even if the car isn’t on.” I tilt my head up to look at him. A curl is falling perfectly in his face. “I didn’t wear the hat as much today, what’d you think?”

I smile at the fact that he listened to my bullshit, “How are you, by the way?”

He nods, avoiding my eyes and messing around with something on the car, “Fine.”

“So the whole panic attack thing was just for fun?” He eyes me, biting his lip.

“Thank you again, It was kinda embarrassing but you made me feel better.” I chew the inside of my cheek, smiling softly at his expression. He looks tired, but a big step up from earlier.

I’ve seen Lando a million times. He’s on posters, all over my feed, in my dads photo dumps, billboards, ads… But none of that can compare to the real thing.

He shoots up so fast that I’m about to laugh and ask what he’s doing, but he starts talking to someone. “Lando!” It’s my dad. Alarm bells ring in my ears as my hand goes over my mouth. Okay. He can’t see me, I know that at least. “I thought you’d already left!”

Lando laughs awkwardly, I think he’s standing in front of the car now. “Uh! Wanted to make sure everything’s good with the car. Guess I lost track of time.”

I hear my dad laugh, rummaging around, “Get some sleep, kid.” I think we’re in the clear until I hear sneakers squeaking, “You haven’t seen a girl come in here, have you?”

My heart rate skyrockets as Lando clears his throat, “Nope. But I've been pretty distracted with the car.”

“Alright well… I have someone to introduce you to tomorrow! Get some rest and drink water!” The door shuts and I hear Lando sigh heavily.

I stand up and messily get out of the car, “I thought for sure I was dead!” Lando says, running a hand through his hair and shivering, “Sorry about that.”

“No worries! I don’t want to get you in trouble though so I should go…” He nods, looking a bit disappointed.

“Want me to walk you out?” I can’t help but smile softly at the soft way he says it.

“I know my way, Thanks though.” I grab my bag, thanking god my dad didn’t see it before, “Rest up.” I mock my dad as Lando chuckles.

“With you on my mind, that’ll be difficult.” I pretend like my cheeks aren’t on fire and open the door.

“Dream about me, then.”

⋆༺

The party environment of the Mexican Grand Prix is all I needed today. I’m in a white dress with marigolds embroidered at the bottom, a flower in my hand from one of the people who are painted.

I laugh with Rebecca and Alex as we walk through the paddock, their boyfriends already getting ready for the drivers parade.

I haven’t told them about last night. I mean, what is there to tell? I swipe my lipgloss on, checking my makeup in the reflection of Rebecca’s glasses.

“Is Carlos nervous for today?” I ask her as she smiles at his name.

“I think so, but I’m really hopeful for a good result.” we continue walking, “Hopefully I don’t jinx it.”

“Hey, Y/n.” Alex nudges me, “Someone just arrived.” She winks as we all turn to look at the Paddock entrance behind us.

Lando Norris.

He’s wearing a Quadrant crewneck and a big smile. He signs something for a tiny fan and hurry’s past the photographers.

He almost walks past us, but he does a double take. He looks happy, I’m glad. “Rebecca, Alex.” He doesn’t stop walking as he politely greets them. His eyes meet mine and his expression changes, “Hey, Red.”

I smile softly before he turns and practically runs away, “Yup! He’s in love.”

I swat Rebecca’s arm as she laughs, “Goodbye!”

“No!” Alex laughs, “Come get coffee!”

I shake my head, “I told Pato I would grab breakfast with him, I’ll see you later!”

I smile at the two of them as they wave and we split up, me going to McLaren and them to Ferrari.

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Breakfast is good, we watch the drivers go around and laugh at George who is shivering like a leaf. I say goodbye to him as soon as the drivers parade ends.

I need to see my dad before the craziness begins. “Dad!” I smile as he sits on the pit wall.

“Sweetie!” He smiles and waves me over, letting me sit with him.

“Ready for today?” I ask as he looks over data.

He nods, “Definitely!” He crosses his fingers and I smile, looking over the data with him. He knows I have no clue what we’re looking at so he explains it to me.

I lean in to look at the tiny words when my dad gets distracted, “Oh!” I hear him say but i’m trying to decipher this code still, “I have someone for you to meet!” I’ve met a million different people this week so I smile and stick out my hand like usual, “Lando! This is my daughter Y/n.”

I stare at him. His smile drops for a second, then a look of panic washes over him before he takes a breath and shakes my hand.

“Nice to meet you.” I almost whisper it. He’s looking at me and I feel like I'm about to get swallowed whole.

His face contorts again, he looks like he’s finally cracked me, “Pleasure” My dad looks away and Lando takes that second to narrow his eyes, a smirk still on his face.

I drop his hand as my dad looks at us again, “I think Y/n has been avoiding the garage! I would have introduced you days ago!”

Lando’s jaw ticks, “Not a McLaren girl?”

I can’t help but smile, “Ferrari through and through.”

My dad shakes his head, “Don’t mind her odd preferences…” he’s about to say something else but gets pulled away by someone in orange.

Lando just looks at me, my cheeks hot as he examines me. I expect him to be mad, but he just smiles, “Y/n, huh?” I nod shyly, “It’s pretty. It fits you.”

“Okay! Lan you gotta go!” My dad claps a hand on his shoulder, dragging him away.

“Good luck!” I say quickly as he shoots me a devious look. I take a breath I didn’t know I was holding in, and watch him leave.

⋆༺

The race has me on the edge of my seat for all 71 laps. I accidentally gasp way too loud at Lando being pushed off track and maybe start clapping when it’s announced that Max got two penalties.

The whole time I have a feeling that Lando will be on that podium, but definitely not in third.

My manifestation comes true when Charles goes off track and Lando zooms by.

Ten laps to go and I don’t think I've taken a deep breath in twenty. But the moment Lando passes the finish line, the garage claps and I sigh in relief.

I hug my dad but I watch the podium ceremony from the side, smiling as the boys get sprayed with champagne while laughing.

I see Rebecca with tears in her eyes and when I look back to the podium, I see Lando looking at me. He's grinning, holding his bottle of champagne and pouring it into his mouth before winking at me.

If he’s still acting like this after he found out my dad is his boss, then I am unexplainably screwed. And I couldn’t be happier about it.

After the podium, I walk back to the garage, but Lando catches me first, pulling me into a hidden area. He’s soaked in champagne and grinning like an idiot, “Have fun out there?” I ask, crossing my arms.

He nods, “Think i’m cool yet?”

“A bit… maybe when I watch you win.” His smile grows, his chest rising and falling quickly.

“Go out with me.” I laugh at his words, “For real this time! Y/n.” He says my name like a prayer and I never want it to stop.

“I guess I sort of owe you.”

He nods enthusiastically, “Y/n Brown. What a name… I knew you had an in!”

I shake my head, “I’m sorry. But it was fun messing with you.”

He sighs in defeat, “I feel much better that I know who you are. Although I almost passed out when the words ‘daughter’ left Zak’s mouth!” I laugh with him, champagne dripping down his curls still.

“You did really well today.”

He bites his lip, “Think of how much better I'll do knowing you’re screaming my name in the garage.” I swat his arm but he swerves and plants a kiss on my cheek.

My jaw drops as he pulls back, “I’ll pick you up tonight!” he starts walking away, backwards, “I’ll text you!”

“You don’t even have my number!” I yell after him but he just winks and blows me a kiss. Just as I turn back around and roll my eyes, I see my dad in front of me, arms crossed as my eyes go wide.

He sighs, looking like he already has a headache, “What the hell did I miss?”

[dreamwritesimagines]

Sunshine

AN: Hi my loves! So, this is the first installment of a oneshot series and I hope you’ll like it! Please don’t forget to tell me what you think!

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Female!Reader

Summary: The first ray of sunlight holds many promises.

Word Count: 2844

You were no stranger to the feeling of inadequacy.

For you it was around every corner; impossible to get away from at least for the last couple of years. Even now, in the clothes you had borrowed from your best friend in an attempt to look more formal and serious, you couldn’t help but feel way out of your element.

Yet in your humble opinion, the very intimidating mansion you were currently gawking at didn’t make this any easier.

Your heart was slamming against your chest as you tried to keep your breathing under control, your tongue shooting up to wet your dry lips, then you looked down when you felt a tug on your sleeve. Theo stared up at you with wide eyes, making your heart clench but you managed to give him a bright smile despite the fear clouding your mind, and crouched down to get to his eye level.

“Hey bean,” you said, pushing his round glasses up the bridge of his nose. “What’s going on?”

“What if they don’t like me?”

You gasped and pressed a hand over your chest, feigning shock.

“Are you kidding?” you asked. “They will absolutely adore you. I myself am more worried that they will love you too much.”

He blinked a couple of times in confusion. “Too much?”

You nodded fervently.

“Yeah!” you said. “And then I’ll have to fight everyone in there to get you to myself every weekend.”

That managed to make him giggle and you pretended to be offended, narrowing your eyes.

“You don’t think I could take them down?”

“Can you?”

“Why yes I can,” you said, sticking your nose in the air. “I just don’t like to brag about it because that’ll scare people off, you know?”

He smiled wide and you pinched his cheek, then turned your head when a pretty girl with gloves on her hands cleared her throat.

“Hi, I’m Rogue,” she introduced herself. “New enrollment?”

 “Yeah,” you said after a beat. “Yeah, hi.”

“Professor is expecting you, please follow me,” she said and you stood up, then took Theo’s hand and followed her into the building.

The interior of the mansion was as gorgeous and intimidating as it was on the outside. Theo looked like he was nearly hypnotized -which made sense, your apartment had to be the size of a simple storage room in this place- and he stared at the ceiling with his mouth hanging open, his eyes darting around.

“I feel like you should know that because of the new policy Professor will need his parents’ signature in order to enroll him,” Rogue said, making you snap out of your haze before you cleared your throat.

“Um, I’m the parent.”

That made her pause only for a moment and she pulled her brows together, looking between you and Theo.

“Oh, sorry about that!” she said. “I just assumed…”

“No no I get that a lot, please don’t worry about it,” you assured her quickly, waving a hand in the air. “I had Theo the first year of college and—”

Never got to finish that year or the rest.

“As I said, I get that a lot.”

She gave you an apologetic smile, then stopped in front of a door.

“Wait a moment please,” she said, knocking on the door before stepping inside and Theo tugged at your sleeve.

“It’s so pretty here!” he whispered and you tried to swallow the nervous lump in your throat, then smiled at him.

“Isn’t it?” you whispered. “It’ll be fun to go to school here huh? The brochure said they even have a maze!”

“A maze?” he asked, his eyes widening behind his glasses. “Like in the movies?”

“Mm hm, just like in the movies,” you said. “And a lake!”

“Where is the lake?”

“I don’t know yet but they’ll show you,” you said and frowned when the thought hit you. “But you’re not going there without a teacher, alright?”

“Okay.”

“Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise,” he said as you hooked your pinky with his and the door opened again.

“You can go in,” Rogue said and you thanked her, then turned to Theo.

“Don’t go anywhere, okay?” you asked and entered the huge office to see the man in the wheelchair behind the desk.

“Hello sir,” you said, your voice trembling slightly despite your best efforts as you approached him to shake his hand, then took the seat across from the desk.

“Hello,” he said with a calm smile. “I’m Professor Charles Xavier, we spoke on the phone. Y/N, isn’t it?”

“Yes sir,” you said. “Thank you for agreeing to see me.”

“Of course, it’s my pleasure,” he said. “I take it you’re here to enroll your son as we spoke?”

You nodded your head, fighting the urge to bite at your nails and took Theo’s file from his other school out of your backpack, then put it in front of him so that he could examine it.

“He’s um, he’s really good at math,” you said, stumbling over your words. “I don’t know if that’ll be helpful here but he’s—he’s very good at a lot of classes really.”

“I must admit, he is going to be the youngest student here and the fact that his power has shown itself this early on…” Professor Xavier trailed off, your stomach doing a painful flip. “We will have to work hard, but I’m confident that we can guide him and teach him how to use his abilities for good.”

You nibbled on your lip, clenching and unclenching your hands.

“I know it’s a boarding school but he’s not used to being away from me and I’m not used to being away from him,” you admitted, “You said on the phone that the students’ weekends are free?”

“Of course,” he said. “Some of our students only stay here on weekdays to attend their classes, and they spend their weekends with their parents.”

You let out a relieved breath. “Okay. That’s nice to hear.”

“I know you’re worried,” he said, his voice completely calm and soothing. “It’s very normal to be worried but trust me, you’re making the best decision for him.”

“I know,” you said, trying to convince yourself and him at the same time. “I’ve done a lot of research and—and I want him to be safe and this place seems like the best place to teach him how to be safe.”

Professor Xavier pulled out a paper from his drawer, then pushed it in your direction with a pen.

“We only need your signature,” he said and paused for a second. “That is if the father…?”

You shook your head.

“Not in the picture, sir,” you said as you signed the paper, your heart beating in your ears. “Um, it’s just me and Theo.”

“I see,” he said. “Well, I promise you that Theo will be in good hands, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you said, putting the paper back on the desk and fixed your hair with a shaky hand just so that you could keep yourself busy, and Professor Xavier offered you a small smile.

“You can always contact me if you have any other questions,” he said. “I’ll talk to Theo after Rogue gives him his tour, and I’ll see you on Friday?”

“Yes sir,” you said. “Thank you, have a nice day.”

“You too.”

When you walked out of the office, you caught the sight of Rogue talking to a tall man with tousled dark hair, but you couldn’t see his face since his back was turned to you. For a moment you considered letting Rogue know that you were out, but figured it would be rude to interrupt, so you approached Theo who was patiently waiting for you.

“Alright bean,” you said as you crouched down to look him in the eye, trying to swallow the lump in your throat, desperate to keep the tears at bay at least until you were back in the car and Theo couldn’t see you. “What day is it today?”

“Tuesday.”

“And then we have…?”

“Wednesday, Thursday and Friday,” he said, counting with his fingers and you nodded your head, holding his fingers together.

“And on Friday I’ll come and get you, okay?” you asked him and he pursed his lips, then pushed his glasses up his nose.

“Just three days.”

“Just three days,” you repeated. “But before I leave, you need to promise me something.”

“What?”

“You’ll tell me all about how pretty this place is, in detail,” you said. “And how much fun you have. So you kind of have to see everything here and have fun, promise?”

“Promise.”

“And the signal?”

He smiled, tapping over his heart three times and you did the same.

“See? I feel it,” you told him. “When you do that, I’ll do the same even if I’m not here. Okay?”

“Mkay.”

 “Ready for your tour, Theo?” Rogue asked and he looked up at her, then turned to you and you pulled him into a tight hug, then smothered him in kisses as he let out an embarrassed whine.

“Mommy!”

“Okay okay, sorry,” you said with a small laugh, then adapted an overly serious expression and held out your hand. “A handshake then?”

He let out a giggle, then shook your hand and you forced yourself to smile, then stood up and straightened your back while he made his way to Rogue. Theo waved at you and you waved back, but as soon as he turned the corner with Rogue, your shoulders dropped.

Okay.

It was fine.

It was going to be just fine.

 “New enrollment?” a deep voice reached you and you looked over your shoulder, then turned around to see him better.

It was the same man who you’d seen talking to Rogue just now and God, he was so handsome. If your mind wasn’t numb with anxiety, you would have stood there and gawk at him for a good minute, but perhaps your worries were for once working in your favor. His intense gaze raked over you, making your cheeks burn and your heartbeat speeding up, and a small smile curled his lips as if he could hear it.

“That obvious?”

“Just a little,” he said as your hand shot up to pinch your bottom lip, his gaze following the motion.

“People don’t get killed or maimed here, do they?” you asked and he shrugged his shoulders.

“Not on weekdays.”

“Great,” you said after a beat, offering him a weak smile. “Thanks. I’m gonna go on a limb and say there’s a reason why they didn’t put you in the welcome committee?”

That made the corners of his mouth twitch and he nodded in the direction Theo had walked away from you.

“Isn’t he a bit too young to have powers?”

“Funny you should ask that because I repeated the same question over and over again until I cried myself to sleep last night,” you pointed out and scrunched up your nose when he tilted his head. “Sorry. My jokes get a bit grim when I’m stressed.”

“You look like a very relaxed individual.”

“Do I?”

“Not really, I’m convinced that you’re having a heart attack right now.”

You blinked a couple of times in confusion before the idea hit you and your jaw dropped, your stomach doing a flip.

Right. He—

Everyone here had powers.

Well if there was anything more embarrassing than making bad jokes in front of a very hot man, it was that when the said hot man could hear your heartbeat. You managed to close your mouth and shifted your weight, your hand shooting up to your mouth again so that you could bite at the hangnail on your thumb nervously.

“Yeah that’s kind of my factory settings,” you managed to mumble. “I generate enough stress to light up a whole city.”

He hummed, his unwavering gaze making your heart skip a beat and as always, your brain took it as a sign for you to ramble about absolute nonsense.

“I’ll be a very rich person the moment they find a way to monetize stress,” you stated. “Which should be any day now, and I kind of have a list prepared for that day; the first thing I’m gonna do is probably cry because knowing me—I cry like all the time, I cried this morning and I will probably cry when I get to my car after this but— but then I’ll buy one of those very expensive coffees, I don’t know if you’ve tried them—”

“Logan, Storm wants to see us,” someone called out from the end of the hallway, cutting through your rambling but he didn’t even look at the owner of the voice. Instead, a small smirk curled his lips as if he was amused with your nonsense and you swallowed thickly, biting at your thumb again.

“I’m Logan by the way,” he said and you raised your brows, then nodded fervently.

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself, lowering your hand. “Hello.”

“Hi.”

The silence that fell upon you felt like it would explode your head so you cleared your throat, throwing your shoulders back.

“I should—I should get back to work before I get fired,” you stammered, jerking your thumb over your shoulder and took a step, then turned around on your heels. “But um, nice to meet you.”

“You too,” he said, his voice completely calm unlike yours and you shot him a tentative smile, then made your way out of the hallway, then walked out of the building as fast as you could as if someone was chasing you.

“Oh I’m an idiot,” you sang to yourself, drawing out the last syllable like an opera singer while fished your car keys out of your backpack, your heart still beating in your ears. “I’m an idiot, I’m such an idiot…”

 The moment you got in your car, you heaved a sigh and pressed your palms on your eyes but your head shot up when your phone started ringing. You unzipped your backpack to grab it, then tossed the backpack back in the passenger seat and checked the screen to see your best friend’s name. You let out a breath, then touched the screen and took it to your ear.

“Julie, I’m an idiot I think,” you greeted her and she paused for a moment.

“Hello to you too sunshine,” she said with a laugh. “What happened?”

“Well the good news is, Theo liked the school,” you said, looking out the window at the mansion. “But I miss him already. Do you think—”

“You’re not changing your mind about this, we talked about helicopter parenting,” she said. “It’s going to be good for him.”

“Right.”

“Is that why you’re freaking out?”

“Not really but I will cry about it,” you pointed out. “Tonight I’m guessing.”

��Didn’t expect anything else, I’m bringing drinks to your place,” she said. “So? What is it then?”

“There’s a very, very, very attractive man there,” you murmured and she hummed.

“Just so I get it clear, how attractive is he again?”

“Very.”

You could practically hear her grin. “Good.”

“It’s not good!” you whined. “I’ve made a fool of myself.”

“It’s a part of your charm.”

“It really isn’t,” you said and looked down at your clothes. “And I look like a tax collector.”

“People other than tax collectors wear white shirts, we’ve been over that.”

“He thinks I’m a tax collector who can’t form a logical sentence,” you said, slipping a little in the driver’s seat to lean your knees to the steering wheel and she scoffed.

“Not really, he probably thinks you’re a—”

“We’re not calling me that,” you cut her off, making her laugh.

“Fine.”

You pinched your lip between your knuckles, then heaved a sigh.

“Theo will be okay, right?”

“He will be more than okay because he is going to be surrounded by the people who can in fact teach him how to use his powers, something you can’t do,” she said. “There’s nothing wrong with getting a little help, sunshine.”

You clicked your tongue, still keeping your gaze on the mansion.

“So let me guess,” she said, pulling you out of your thoughts. “This very very very hot man is tall.”

“Yes.”

“Looks cocky.”

“Uh…”

“And older than you.”

You blinked a couple of times, pulling your brows together. “How did you—?”

“You have a type.”

You drummed your fingernails on the steering wheel, then heaved a sigh.

“It’s fine,” you said. “I…I doubt I’ll talk to him ever again and you know, with Theo, I just don’t have the time for anything else right now.”

“I’m going to convince you otherwise but I’m going to need drinks for that.”

You breathed out a laugh, then checked the time.

“Gotta go,” you said. “I’ll see you tonight then?”

“Yep, love you!”

“Love you too!” you said and hung up, then tossed the phone on the passenger seat and started the car.

“Alright,” you muttered to yourself. “I’m so gonna get drunk tonight.”

[2] - Summer Breeze

[emmylksblog]

I’LL COME BACK BABY // H.FORT

the night before hector leaves to usa. based on this request.

genre: fluff

warnings: none

a/n: he played so well that i couldn’t help but write about him 😮‍💨 also we have more content about him yall edit girlies should be working 🫡

Hector and you sat on your couch, a cozy atmosphere filling the room. Soft music played in the background as you cuddled together, enjoying each other's company. You rested your head on his chest, tracing patterns on his shirt with your fingers. "I'm going to miss you while you're away," you said, looking up at him with a small pout on your lips. Hector smiled and wrapped his arms tighter around you. "I'll be back before you know it amor," he replied, kissing the top of your head.

"But it'll still be a week without you," you said, pouting even more. You knew it was childish, but you hated the thought of being apart from him even for a few days.

Hector chuckled and brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face. "I'll be thinking of you every single day," he assured you. "And I'll call you every night, I promise.

You took a deep breath and snuggled closer to him, taking comfort in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "Just promise me you'll be careful over there," you said quietly.

Hector tilted your chin up and looked into your eyes. "Of course, amor. I'll be playing in a friendly match, what's the worst that could happen?" he asked with a chuckle.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help smiling at his nonchalance. "Don't jinx it," you replied, poking his chest. "I would never forgive you if something happened to you."

Hector pretended to be hurt, clutching his heart dramatically. "You wound me, amor," he said with a grin. "You really don't think I can handle myself?"

You smirked. "You can be pretty reckless sometimes," you said, recalling all the times he'd come home with a bruise after a particularly aggressive match.

Hector laughed, knowing that you had a point. "And I always survive," he said, shrugging. "I'll be fine, I promise. Just worry about missing me."

Hector could see the worry still present in your eyes despite your smile. He brought your face closer to his and gave you a soft kiss. "Amor, I promise I'll be fine," he said, trying to reassure you again.

You took a deep breath and nodded, forcing your worries aside. "I know baby, I know," you said, resting your head on his shoulder.

He stroked your hair and held you close. "Just think about all the fun we'll have when I get back," he said, trying to distract you from your worries. "We can go out to your favorite restaurant, go on a weekend getaway..."

You smiled, imagining all the things you could do together once he was back. "I like the sound of that," you replied, feeling your anxiety slowly dissipating.

Hector gave you a mischievous grin. "And I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun making up for lost time," he said, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

You felt a blush creeping onto your cheeks at his words. "Hector!" you exclaimed playfully, lightly swatting his chest.

Hector laughed and pulled you closer. "What? I'm just saying what we're both thinking," he said, nuzzling your neck.

You rolled your eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but secretly relishing the feeling of his touch. "You're terrible," you said, biting back a smile.

You looked at the clock and realized that it was getting late. "You should probably get some sleep cariño," you said reluctantly. "You have an early flight tomorrow."

Hector groaned and pulled you closer to him. "But I don't want to leave you yet," he said, pouting dramatically.

You chuckled at his pouting. "Don't worry, I'll join you in bed too," you reassured him.

Hector perked up at your words and a smirk appeared on his face. "In that case, let's go to bed immediately," he said, standing up and scooping you up into his arms.

You let out a surprised shriek as he carried you bridal style towards the bedroom. "Hector, put me down!" you protested, half-laughing.

He just chuckled and shook his head, continuing to carry you until he reached the bed. He laid you down gently before climbing in beside you and pulling you close.

You snuggled into his chest, feeling safe and comfortable in his embrace. "You're such a menace," you said, shaking your head.

Hector just laughed and buried his face in your hair. "But you love me anyway," he said smugly.

"Unfortunately," you muttered, though there was no heat behind your words.

Hector chuckled and kissed the top of your head. "You're stuck with me, amor," he said, wrapping his arms tighter around you.

You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Despite your teasing, you couldn't deny the way your heart rate quickened whenever he was near.

"Just promise me you'll come back in one piece," you said softly, your worries surfacing again.

Hector hugged you closer, rubbing your back reassuringly. "I promise, amor. I'll always come back to you," he said, his voice firm and sincere.

You took a deep breath and nodded, trying to find comfort in his words. "I love you," you said quietly.

Hector's hold on you tightened at your words, and he nuzzled your hair. "Te quiero," he whispered, his voice low and heartfelt. "More than anything."

You snuggled closer to him, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. "Hector?" you said suddenly.

"Hmm?" he replied, not opening his eyes as he continued to hold you.

You took a breath, not quite sure if you wanted to ask the question that was on your mind. "Will you still love me when you come back?" you blurted out, unable to stop yourself.

Hector opened his eyes and looked down at you, his expression serious. "Of course I will," he said firmly, cupping your face in his hand. "Why would you even ask that?"

You looked up at him, your insecurity clear in your expression. "But there will be so many pretty girls in America," you said quietly. "What if you meet someone else and forget all about me?"

Hector chuckled at your words, finding your insecurity endearing. But when he saw the look on your face and you turned away from him, he quickly realized that you were actually upset.

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling you close to his chest. "Amor, you have nothing to worry about," he said gently, nuzzling your neck.

You stayed silent, biting your lip as you tried to suppress your doubts. Hector continued to hold you, tracing soothing patterns on your skin with his fingers.

"You really think I could forget about you that easily?" he asked, his voice soft but with a hint of amusement. "Have you seen yourself, amor? You're the most beautiful person I've ever met, inside and out."

Hector pulled you even closer, enveloping you in his warm embrace. "Don't worry anymore, amor," he whispered. "You're worrying me too."

You took a deep breath, feeling a sense of reassurance wash over you. "Goodnight, cariño," you said, finally relaxing against him.

He reached over to turn off the light, plunging the room into darkness. "Goodnight, amor," he replied, kissing the top of your head.

You were abruptly woken up by a loud thump and a few muttered curses coming from the bathroom. You sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you tried to orient yourself.

Panicked, you searched for Hector, hoping he wasn't already gone. When you heard him shuffling around in the bathroom, you quickly got out of bed and walked towards it.

You barged into the bathroom and immediately enveloped him in your arms. "Why didn't you wake me?" you asked, your voice a mix of surprise and frustration. "I wanted to say goodbye."

Hector wrapped his arms around you in return, a mixture of guilt and tenderness on his face. "I didn't want to wake you, amor," he said softly. "You looked so peaceful asleep."

You kissed him gently, your lips lingering on his for a moment. "Let me help you finish packing," you said, taking his hands in yours. "It'll go faster, and I want to make sure you have everything you need."

Hector smiled and squeezed your hands, grateful for your help. "Okay, amor," he said as he picked up the items he had dropped earlier.

You stood by the front door, Hector's manager waiting just outside. You couldn't help but poke at him one last time. "Are you sure you have everything? Your passport, wallet, keys...?"

Hector rolled his eyes playfully, feigning irritation as he checked his pockets for the thousandth time. "I have everything, amor. I swear."

You laughed and gave him a gentle nudge. "You forgot something, though," you said, a sly smile on your lips.

Hector raised an eyebrow, looking slightly suspicious. "Oh, really? What did I forget?"

You leaned up on the tips of your toes and whispered in his ear, "Good luck kiss?"

Hector chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. "How could I forget that?" he replied, his voice mischievous as he pressed a deep, lingering kiss on your lips.

For a moment, the world around you faded away, and you lost yourself in his embrace. But eventually, he pulled away, breaking the spell.

He kissed your forehead gently before reluctantly stepping back. "I'll make sure to call you every night amor," he said, his voice a little hoarse.

You nodded, a bittersweet smile on your face. "I'll be waiting," you said quietly.

Hector gave you one last lingering look before turning to leave, his manager waiting patiently outside. He looked back at you from the doorway, giving you a small wave.

You waved back, watching as he disappeared down the sidewalk. A pang of sadness hit you as you closed the door, feeling already lonely without his presence. But you took a deep breath, knowing that he would be back soon.

[sunny44]

Co-parenting (Part 3)

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x ex!reader

Warnings: medical center, cuts…

Summary: Co-parenting is never easy but y/n never thought it would be so hard.

Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

Max and I haven't been able to go on that date yet. The first time, he had to cancel because he had to go to Milton Keynes for a meeting, and the second time, I had to cancel because Maeve and I got sick and I didn't want to go and risk getting him sick too.

But after several weeks we finally managed to schedule a day, and it would be today. Maeve is going to spend the whole weekend with Carlos, which would be great because even if he hadn't, I would keep my promise to introduce them only if it was someone I knew would stay in my life longer.

But he was late, and I was getting nervous because I had asked Carlos to pick her up at seven because Max would come to pick me up at seven-thirty. And besides not wanting Carlos to see him, obviously, I didn't want Maeve to see him either.

I heard knocks on the door and ran there to see Carlos.

"I know, I know, I'm late and I'm sorry. I had to wait for the plumber to fix a pipe that was flooding my apartment and he was late, and then I got stuck in traffic, and..."

"It's okay, just hurry up." I shouted for Maeve to come quickly and handed him the backpacks.

"Why the rush and why are you all dressed up?"

At that moment, Max parked, and I panicked. He got out of the car and was smiling until he saw Carlos and stopped smiling.

"Why is he here?" I didn't know what to say. "Are you going out with him? Is that why you wanted me to leave quickly? So that I wouldn't see you going out with Verstappen?"

"It's not because of that."

"Then why?" I didn't say anything. "Answer my fucking question."

"I didn't want Maeve to see, okay? Because I stick to our agreements, she doesn't need to know that I'm going out with someone, and neither do you."

"But why him?"

"Because he invited me and I wanted to." He laughed. "Look, I don't have to give you any explanations. Focus on taking care of our daughter and I’ll deal with my live life ok?" At that moment, she appeared.

"Sorry, I couldn't find Mr. Bibbles." She said, hugging her stuffed rabbit. "Can we go Daddy?"

"Yes baby." He picked her up, and they went to the front, and luckily Max had returned to his car when Carlos passed with Maeve in his arms.

"I'm sorry; I didn't know he would be here."

"It's okay, he was supposed to arrive earlier but got delayed. Neither you nor he were supposed to see each other.”

“You didn’t want him to know that you were going out with me?”

“Carlos and I have an agreement about relationships and I didn’t want him nor Maeve to know about it right now.”

"What kind of agreement?"

“We don't introduce anyone to Maeve without the other being aware, and not with a short amount of time in the relationship, you know? We don't want to put someone in her life just for that person to leave without explanation."

"I understand."

"Our separation was amicable but also difficult; she was small and doesn't remember, but she doesn't quite understand why her friends at school have parents together and she's the only one who doesn't."

"It's okay, you don't need to explain to me." He says kindly. "I can imagine how difficult it is to raise a child, and I also understand what it's like to be the child of divorced parents; I know you're doing the best you can for her."

"Thank you."

"Well, shall we go to our date? They say the third time's the charm." I laughed and went inside to grab my purse and my phone, locked the house and went to his car.

...

The date was great; he made me laugh a lot, and I hadn't had that much fun in a long time.

I felt light, and I felt like I could be myself without being defined only as Carlos's ex or as a mother; I could be myself again.

"Just a minute." My phone started ringing, and I saw it was Carlos. "Hello?"

"I'm sorry; I took my eyes off her for 1 minute, and..." I immediately got up.

"What happened?"

"Maeve and I are at the hospital."

"Which hospital?" I grabbed my purse and started walking towards the exit, and Max came along.

…

“What happened?"

"She was on the couch with me watching a movie and she asked me for a juice box when I went to get it, she started jumping on the couch and when I heard a loud noise, I went back, and she had fallen and hit her head on the table." He spoke quickly. "I'm really sorry; I..."

"It's okay."

"It's not; she cut her head and had to get stitches. I'm a terrible father."

"Carlos, stop." He looked at me. "These things happen; kids jump on things, they fall, and they get hurt, so stop blaming yourself."

"I was just so scared, and..." I hugged him.

"It's okay, everything will be fine." He hugged me back and relaxed. "What did the doctor say?"

"That it wasn't anything serious and that I did the right thing by bringing her as soon as possible; it could have been worse if she had fallen asleep after hitting her head."

"Okay, let's go in." He went in, and I turned to Max. "I'm sorry for ruining our night."

"You didn't ruin anything; our night was perfect."

"Except when I switched back to mom mode."

"Your daughter got hurt, and you did what any worried mother would do."

"Thank you for bringing me here too."

"You're welcome." He smiled. "I would love to go out again. If you want, of course."

"I would love to. I'll send you a message, and we'll make plans."

"Perfect." He said goodbye, and I went into the room.

"Mommy." I went to her and kissed her forehead.

"Hi, sweetheart, how are you feeling?"

"My head hurts and I'm very sleepy." She gave a little smile and blinked her eyes very slowly.

"It's okay, you can sleep again." I pulled the blanket up to cover her more, and she closed her eyes and was soon asleep, and I sat next to him on the couch there.

"How was your date?"

"We don't need to talk about that."

"I know, it was just a question."

"Let's just focus on her well-being and forget about today." He agreed, and we fell into silence.

And that's how we spent the night at the hospital until we could leave the next morning.

Bonus scene!

“What a wonderful night”

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♦️There Are No Words Left to Speak ♦️

Chapter 5 of That's What You Get

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Pairing: Spencer Reid X Fem Reader

Summary: In a panic, you spill your guts to Penelope and receive some much needed advice before your "date" with Reid.

Warnings: None!!

A/N: This one is 4k words long because I absolutely could not help myself 😭 I've has a lot of messages and asks about this series lately, and it's been really encouraging to see! If you like this chapter, please comment or reblog and let me know or come chat with me in my inbox! Happy Reading!!

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"Penelope, I fucked up and I need your advice," you screamed into the room as soon as the door slammed open, startling the other woman as she threw her phone up in surprise. 

"Jesus, Y/N, you're lucky I didn't reach for the all too full can of pepper spray I store in here, oh my god."

"I'm sorry, Pen, I'm just, I'm kinda freaking out, and I need your help."

"Are we going to need wine, or are we going to need ice cream and a chick flick? What kind of problem are we talking here?" she asked from her place at the desk. 

"I married Spencer in Vegas." You said and then clamped your hand over your mouth as you finally let the pressure of the weekends mess seep out of you now that you'd shared your secret. 

"Oh my god, both, we'll do both. We need both, let's go, let's go now."

–X– 

Penelope drove the two of you home, immediately moving into a mothering role as soon as the words left your mouth, and she could see your impending implosion. You were grateful that she didn’t ask you any further questions as you made your way back to her apartment, just turning on the radio to a channel playing 90s pop hits and simply letting you calm down through the fun music. 

When you finally got through her door, she let you get comfortable and then immediately came back with all the things she promised. 

“Okay, I know you’re more a rose girl, but all I have is this really nice white that Derek got me for my last birthday and half a bottle of tequila, and I think it’s better for the both of us if we don’t open the tequila. Also, I have chocolate, cookie dough ice cream, and tissues, and When Harry Met Sally on DVD, I'm ready to be plugged in and played as soon as you say the word.” 

“Penelope, we do not tell you how brilliant you are as often as we should.” 

“While that is true, I’m trying my best not to immediately cave and ask you to spill, so can we please sing my praises after you explain what you mean by saying you married Spencer.” 

“God, Penelope, I don’t know what happened,” you let your head hang in your hands and she immediately moved to sit closer to you, rubbing a hand over your back and getting the tissues ready. 

“We went out drinking, and my mom got in my head earlier in that call I took, and I don’t remember anything and then I woke up and we were in bed together and-” you rambled out, lifting your head up as you tried to explain, but she cut you off quickly there.

“You were in bed together? Did you… you know, bump uglies with Spencer? Do the old in n’ out? Sorry, I’m making this worse, I’ll shut up now,” she said, but you laughed at her enthusiasm, and you felt more of the weekend’s tension leave your body. You knew that you had made the right decision coming to Penelope with this. She always knew how to make you feel better. 

“I don’t know, but it looks like it. TMI but-”

“Hold on, I don’t think I want to know what the Good Doctor is like in bed.” She visibly shuddered, and you let out another shaky laugh. 

“Well considering I remember none of it, you’d be hard pressed to get those details from me. I did wake up handcuffed to the bed, though.” 

“Shut the front door, no you did not!” Penelope’s jaw dropped. “Oh god, I’m almost morbidly curious, but I don’t want to open that can of worms. Sorry, please continue.” 

You took a swig of the wine she poured you and relaxed a bit further into her couch, pulling your legs up under you to find a more comfortable position as you told the rest of your story to Penelope, gaining more confidence with each of her reactions to what you told her. 

“So, now we just need to track down our two witnesses and get the marriage quietly annulled, and we can forget it ever happened.” You could hear the frown in your voice before you realised you were making that kind of expression, and from Penelope’s reaction, you could see that she’d noticed too. 

“Oh.. oh, I know that look. You don’t want the annulment, do you?” 

“Yes! I mean, no! Look, I really don’t know how to answer that right now, it’s just…” you trailed off, and Penelope silently filled your wine glass again, not saying anything and letting you come around at your own pace. 

“Earlier today, after we told Rossi, and before I came running to you, he… he kissed my forehead, and he called me Mrs. Reid, and I really liked it. And I didn’t think about it before, but Reid is nice, and he is good, and he is obviously really smart, and, god  he’d be a great dad, and he took care of me yesterday and today… Penelope, I think I have a crush on my husband.” You gasped out, feeling the weight of your revelation as it hit you straight in the gut. 

“But we talked about it and we’re getting an annulment and now it’s like I fucked up before I really got the chance to let it go anywhere, and what if it’s a mistake? What if I made the world’s greatest fuck up and married a great man in Vegas and then threw it all away a week later?” you raked your hand through your hair quickly, trying to ignore the tears forming quickly in your eyes. 

“Oh my god, sweetie, it’s going to be okay… You’re going to have to trust me when I tell you that it’s going to be okay…” she patted you on the back and you let the tears fall down a bit, quickly dabbing them away with the now balled up tissue in your hand. 

“I don’t know if I can, Pen…” you tried to smile up at her, but you could feel your lips wobbling and you let your head hang again before you could let out a choked sob. 

“No, nonononoonono, listen to me… Okay, promise you won’t hate me after I say this?” She said, squishing your cheeks between her hands as she made you look up into her eyes. 

“I pwomise,” you sniffed out, voice muffled by her strong grip. She let you go then, content that she had your attention. 

“I know for a fact that the boy is as infatuated with you as you are with him because… because I saw you two.” She stopped there to watch your reaction, but you froze, so she continued.

“You… you called me from wherever you guys were out in Vegas, mumbled some words over the phone and then sent me a picture of a brochure with an address on it, and then when I turned up it was a wedding chapel and you were getting married.” She winced out those last words, and you gasped at the confession. 

“You were one of the witnesses! Penelope!” You pointed an accusatory finger at her, but it was half-hearted. You knew that you were stubborn enough while sober. You certainly wouldn’t have been persuaded out of something you obviously wanted while blackout drunk. 

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, but you guys were just too cute! He was giving you all these small kisses on your forehead and on your cheeks, and you looked like innocent kids giddy and high on love, and I didn’t want to bring you back down to earth. You looked so happy, and I do not make it a habit to get in the way of my friends’ happiness.” 

“Penelope, why didn’t you say anything?” You groan out, sounding a bit like a petulant teenager who has just discovered her mom threw out a shirt she hadn’t worn in years. 

“I wanted to, but I was told not to…” she winced away. “And before you ask, I won’t tell you who else was there! Just know it was someone else who also loves both of you and would’ve pulled you two out of there. No questions asked if they thought you were making a stupid decision!” 

You let the revelations sink in, one by one. Penelope was there. Reid couldn’t keep his lips off of you. The other witness thought you two were good together. It almost didn’t surprise you when you started giggling, finding humour in the situation at least. 

“Oh my god, Penelope, I got married in Vegas to my coworker. And I think I’m in love with him now.” You were in a fit of giggles now, and Penelope hesitantly joined in at first. 

“Yeah, I suppose it is funny when you put it that way.” 

“God, what am I going to do? How am I going to face him from now on?” You pulled yourself together again and faced Penelope again, hoping that she would have actual answers for your very rhetorical question. 

“Well, at least we have a couple of days off now. You don’t have to see him again until we go to work.” 

“No, we have a date tomorrow,” you said matter-of-factly. “Appointment, really, he’s reading some books on alcohol induced memory loss tonight, and then I’m going over to his place to see if any of it can help us fill in the blanks.” 

“Oh god, you’re going to talk books with Reid. That’s practically as romantic as it gets for him. No wonder he wifed you up.” You playfully kicked her leg, and she laughed again. “Okay, so no avoidance, okay. Maybe you could put the moves on him? Try to recreate that scene with the handcuffs. Who knows what might happen.” She wiggled her eyebrows at you then, and you did your best not to once again be overcome by a fit of giggles.

“Okay, enough of my romantic problems. I was promised When Harry Met Sally and that ice cream has probably melted, so let’s get to it.” 

–X–

You braced yourself at the apartment door as you psyched yourself up to knock. As promised, you’d been greeted in the morning by a text from Spencer with his address and a proposed time to meet. He’d suggested 5pm, and you’d agreed, but here you were 20 minutes early, probably looking overdressed and over eager to spend time with your coworker/ husband/ soon to be former husband, maybe. 

You’d left Penelope’s apartment that morning, having had an impromptu sleepover, happy that you’d at least confirmed your own feelings. You’d taken a taxi to collect your car, then spent the rest of your time at home overthinking and overpreparing. 

You’d put on a dress and some make-up, and you were almost regretting the decision now you were on his doorstep, wondering what he’d think. You worked one of the toughest jobs in the world together, and you knew that he’d seen you completely black and blue after going blow for blow with unsubs in the past. Would he think this sudden effort was weird? You tried not to pace, knowing that your footsteps in the hall would alert him to your presence, but you couldn’t bring yourself to knock just yet. 

You checked your phone again. 4:45. You couldn’t spend another fifteen minutes out here overthinking, so you finally just pushed ahead and knocked. Almost as if he had been waiting on the other side of the door this entire time, Reid answered immediately, not even letting you get a third rap in before he was there standing in front of you. 

“Hi,” you said, standing there awkwardly with your hand still up, ready to knock again. 

“Hey,” he replied, smiling at you. 

You felt his eyes trail down your body, taking in your appearance. The dress you’d chosen wasn’t particularly special, just a mid-length tiered dress with bow straps. The weather was getting chillier so you’d layered it over a plain turtleneck, enjoying the added bonus of not having to conceal down your neck to mask the love bites he’d lavished upon you only a few nights prior. 

You looked at him as well, and you were pleasantly surprised by his casual wear. He was more dressed down than he was in the office, but not by much. He was still wearing slacks, and a button down shirt as well, but he’d thrown a beaten up CalTech sweater over the top of them, and he looked so cosy you wanted to bury your head in his chest. He was wearing his glasses, and you were so thankful for that, as you forgot how well they suited him, fitting him perfectly. 

“You’re early.” He said, finally breaking the silence between the two of you, drawing you out of the trance he’d kept you in while you took in the sight of him. 

“Yeah, I guess I just overestimated how long it was going to take to get here. Is that okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah, it’s great, totally fine. Come in.” He moved his body to the side slightly so you could enter the door, but kept his outer arm pressed against the door so you had to duck under it, brushing past him as you went. The small contact made your entire body buzz, your heartrate picking up as you willed yourself to act natural. 

“The food should be here any minute.” He smiled as he followed you back into his apartment. “I wanted it to arrive before you got here so I could surprise you.” You turned around to face him, and you could hear the bashfulness in his voice as he made the admission. 

“Sorry for ruining the surprise,” you smiled up at him. “What did you order?” 

“I remembered you mentioned that Korean streetfood place a while back that does those spicy rice cakes and kimbap rolls, so I got us some of that. Is that okay?” 

“Sounds perfect.” You were touched that he even remembered the conversation when you yourself couldn’t even think of when it might have happened. He turned and walked further into the apartment, and you followed him this time, finally looking around and taking it all in. 

The walls were obviously lined with bookshelves, and there were books laying around in piles everywhere. The walls were painted a dark colour, which made the space feel calming, almost more intimate, and sunlight was streaming in from the open window on the back wall. 

“Sorry, it’s not much. Take a seat wherever, and I’ll grab those books I was talking about.” 

You took a seat on the couch and watched him trail around the room, picking up books from several shelves and stacks. 

“Okay, this is all of them. So the main takeaway is that it usually takes two weeks to fully recover memories from alcohol induced blackouts.” He explained, bringing you a stack at least eight books high. 

“Spencer, did you read all of these last night?” You asked. 

“Yeah, I said I would, I thought it would help.” 

“Spencer,” you took his hand into yours as he set the books on the floor and flopped down to the couch beside you. “I really appreciate you putting in all this effort to help us, but you could’ve just come home and relaxed, you know. Our case was long and tough, and now all of this, you deserve a break.” You stroked your thumb over the back of his hand, trying to make the gesture calm and reassuring. 

“I know, I wanted to do this. I want to remember what happened between us,” he whispered the words softly, not needing to fill the space with much sound as you’d crept closer and closer together since he’d returned. 

“So, uh, two weeks then, is that it, we just have to wait for the memories to return?” you asked quietly, letting go of the small moment you’d shared to get back to the task at hand. 

“It seemed so, but there are some other more general tips we could implement that could help us piece together what happened. We might at least be able to figure out who our witnesses were.” 

You felt almost guilty then, but you kept your mouth shut. You’d decided the night before that you wouldn’t tell Reid about Penelope. At least not yet. You wanted the time first to see if he could possibly feel the same way about you before you worked up the courage to let him in on what you had learnt. 

“Yeah, I’m open to try anything. Within reason, that is.” 

“Great! I was thinking at first that maybe we could do a cognitive interview, but as we only have each other to work with, I thought that might make some of our answers more biased and not garner effective results. But we could still try to jog our memories by working out some of the same emotions, doing some things we could have done that night, and seeing if any of it rings a bell?” 

“Some of the things we did that night?” 

“Yeah,” he repled. 

“Like… like make out or get handcuffed to a bed?” You enjoyed watching the flush creep up his neck, and his eyes go wide as he struggled to backtrack on that one. 

“No, no! I mean, unless you want to, or you think it would help?” It was your turn to be left speechless, your mouth suddenly not complying with your brain as you begged yourself to respond somehow. All you could muster was a glance down at his lips that lingered a bit too long, your body slowly creeping forward. 

He noticed and moved closer towards you as well, letting his hand grasp your waist as you got caught in his atmosphere. 

“It’s worth a try, right? To regain our memories.” He supplied you with the words, letting you stay silent as your lips grew closer and closer together, seconds away from taking your breath away forever. 

A loud rap at the door and a shout of “delivery” had the two of you suddenly bouncing away from each other, Reid scrambling to the door to collect the food, while you stood up awkwardly and tried to pretend there was something really interesting on his bookshelf that had caught your attention all of a sudden. 

For the Nth time in so many days, you found yourself trying to convince your heart to beat a little quieter, and you managed to get yourself under control as he returned with the food.

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time…” he trailed off as you nodded, joining him back at the couch as he began unpacking the food. 

“It’s totally fine, we should eat anyways, trust me when I say this stuff doesn’t taste even half as good cold.” You smiled at him, but it didn’t go quite to your eyes. You really wanted to kiss him, and you were really doing your best to control your disappointment, not wanting to show off how desperate for him you were. 

“Well, you’re in luck, because you now get to witness one of my only flaws,” he said, fishing out two sets of chopsticks from the delivery bag. “I am absolutely terrible with chopsticks.” 

You giggled at him and grabbed the pair he offered you, letting out a dramatic fake gasp. “And you only tell me after we get married? That’s it, I want a divorce,” you laugh, and the two of you settle down into a comfortable silence as you begin your meal. 

–X– 

Two hours later, and you’re still no closer to locking lips with the man than you were earlier. You’d had a nice time talking with him over the food, both of you sitting like kids on the floor as you ate over his coffee table. He’d told you about a Korean film festival he’d attended a few years back, one of many international film festivals he’d been to, and you sat and listened, in awe of the way his eyes lit up when he talked about something that excited him. You hoped that one day, he’d talk about you in that same way. 

You helped him clean up and settled back onto the couch, where he’d mentioned having a copy of one of the films that had since been subtitled, and you ended up in another movie marathon.

The movie was good, but his presence next to you was even better. He’d stretched out his arms on the couch behind you, letting you snuggle up into his side as you pulled your legs up and under you, screwing yourself up in a comfortable little ball, burrowing into him for warmth. He was a fire beside you, and you wished you were bold enough to push further into him, to drag your hands across his skin and feel even more of him, continuing the exploration from earlier. But you weren’t, and, honestly, you were tired, so you let yourself sit peacefully beside him, touching but not much, as you were lulled to sleep by the sounds of the TV. 

It was pitch black outside when you finally cracked your eyes open again, but he was still there next to you on the couch. The movie had been turned off, and so had the TV, and there was a blanket now wrapped around your legs, so he had obviously moved, but he had also come back to you. You shifted your head up to look at him and smiled. He’d picked up another book from who knows what shelf and was reading slowly so as not to wake you with the movements of his hand as he traced down the page. Your head had moved from his chest to his lap, and he held the book off to the side in one hand, his other resting protectively over your waist. He was so engrossed by his book that he hadn’t even realised you’d moved and that you were awake until you spoke to him. 

“Spencer? What time is it?” you asked, your voice thick with sleep. 

“It’s 11:30. You fell asleep during the movie and you looked like you could use the sleep.” 

“Wow, what a way to tell a girl she doesn’t look so good,” you laughed at him as he pouted down at you. 

“I didn’t mean that. Y/N, you look beautiful today. You look beautiful everyday.” 

You lifted yourself up from his lap, one hand braced on either side of his legs on the couch as you bought yourself eye-to-eye with him, your chests close enough to touch if you took a big breath in. Instead, yours were shallow as you looked up at him through heavy eyes. 

“Thank you, Spencer.” You whispered, silently begging him to close the space between the two of you. But he didn’t, instead, clearing his throat and putting his book down, breaking your eye contact. 

“I should be getting home now. It’s pretty late.” You said, standing up from the couch. He followed you up and around as you started collecting your things and organising the space you’d occupied. 

“Y/N it’s late, and you’re tired. I can’t let you drive home like that. An estimated 30% of road accidents occur due to sleep deficiency, you know.” 

“It’s fine, I don’t want to get a taxi and just leave my car here and then have to come back in the morning. I’ll be fine driving,” you said, but he softly took the keys out of your hands as you grabbed them from your bag. 

“Stay here tonight.” He said, less of a suggestion than an already established fact. You looked up at him and knew there was no changing his mind, but he continued anyway. 

“I have a spare toothbrush and some old clothes you can probably use as pajamas, and it’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before. Maybe…maybe waking up next to each other again will help jog our memories, too. We only have until the end of the week, right?” 

He looked at you expectantly, and you let out a little sigh and nodded your head, letting him guide you away to the bedroom and back into sleeping in his arms. 

--×--

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[its-time-to-write]

Hi!! I hope you’re doing well and that you had a wonderful weekend:) My request (if you can) is short and sweet: the first time meeting Jamie’s mum! Maybe a heart to heart between the two women (you loved him first and because of that it is my honor to love him for the rest of my life typa deal) IDK anyway have fun with it and thank you!!!

Done! I love Georgie so much. Like, she gives off total mom vibes in the way where she seems like she’d try to be the sunlight in everyone’s day, you know?

there is happiness

You’re not taking a bus to fucking Manchester. Shit, you’ll take the train or a cab or maybe even walk before you get on a bus for upward of four hours with the Richmond Greyhounds. 

So why are you packing things into a duffel bag to do just that? It probably has something to do with the man sitting on the floor, debating which pants to pack. 

“Do you think I should take the Calvins?” he asks, pretending not to notice the murderous glare you shoot at him. 

“Don’t know why it matters,” you reply carelessly. “No one’s going to be seeing them anyway.”

Jamie gets up and slides his arms around you from behind, pressing a kiss to the crook of your neck. 

“Aw, don’t be so hard yourself babe,” he says. “You’re not no one.”

“You know what I mean,” you say, hugging his arms closer. “I’ll have you know I am very, very upset at you.”

You can feel his smirk against your neck. “Right, yeah, if upset is a new aneurism.”

“Euphemism,” you correct. “Wait. Shit. Or is it aneurism? Hey Siri, what’s the difference between a euphemism and an aneurism?”

Siri responds from your phone. 

You say, “Ah yes, an aneurism is what I’m going to have on that fucking bus ride on the way to meet your mum for the first time.”

Jamie flops backward onto the pile of clothes on the bed. “Babe, I don’t know why you’re so stressed out. It’s just my mum. She don’t bite.”

“Ok, sure. Yeah. I’ll calm down if you tell me exactly how many people you’ve brought home to meet her since making it to the Premier League. Actually, you know what? I’ll make it easier for you. You can even include platonic relationships.”

Jamie’s silent. 

“E-fucking-xactly. It’s just been Roy and Keeley. I wasn’t even this stressed when I met Ted because he likes everyone, but this is your mum. What if she hates me? It’s scary.”

“It’s not scary,” Jamie laughs. “She’s gonna love you.” You’re standing in between his legs now and he pulls you on top of him. “You’ll be fine, love, I promise.”

—

The bus ride was as expected. Smelly, loud, and filled with laughter. The team is still getting in the swing of things without Ted, but they seem to be picking up where he left off. 

You’re not really tired, especially since it’s mid-morning, but you’re pressed against Jamie’s side and he’s warm as always, so you find yourself drifting off.

—

The boys check into their hotel. You’re not staying with Jamie because the boys have all sorts of team-building things going on and Jamie’s mum insisted that she needs girl time.

You squeeze Jamie’s hand the entire way over to his mum and Simon’s place and he doesn’t even make any jokes about it, just squeezes back. 

Your heart rate shoots up a million times when Jamie knocks, then slows down about 10% when Georgie swings open the door and grabs you in a hug, barely giving Jamie any notice. 

“What the fuck?” he asks, amused. “Hey Simon, how’re you doing?"

“Oh lord, I told myself I wasn’t going to cry,” says Georgie, wiping away a tear. “Never thought he’d come home with a real, actual girl.”

Jamie makes an offended noise. “The fuck do you call all the girls I’ve been with?”

Georgie swats his arm playfully. “You know what I mean, love. None of them were built to last. Only one I sort of liked was that Keeley Jones, but I was never quite convinced you were right for her. But this one- well, must be the first girl you’ve brought home since primary school.”

“Come inside, come inside,” says Simon. “No sense standing in the doorway with the food getting cold.”

He ushers everyone inside and to the couches, and Georgie is latched onto Jamie’s arm now. He’s chattering away about the upcoming match and Roy as the manager, leaving you to take in your surroundings. There are photo prints on the walls and soft lighting and a table with photos of Jamie at every age. 

You smile at him as a baby, same giggly face as ever. 

It’s a nice evening. Simon’s made dinner and Georgie can’t stop beaming or ruffling Jamie’s hair. You’re the only other person on the planet allowed to touch his hair without warning.

He has to leave all too soon (“It’s a pillow fight, babe, and Sam’s fucking asking to get decked in the face,”) so you kiss him goodbye then head inside. It’s just Jamie’s family minus Jamie, and you have no idea how it’s going to go. Is this the moment Georgie tells you she actually hates you and you need to leave her baby boy alone? 

No. What happens instead is she takes your arm and leads you up the stairs to Jamie’s old room.

“Hasn’t changed since he left,” she beams. “Now come on, let’s chat just us girls! I feel like I already know you, what with the way Jamie talks about you all the time. Hardly a word out of his mouth that isn’t about you or footie.”

You grin. “He’s a man of singular tastes, that’s for sure.”

Georgie laughs. “Oh, I bet you’re good for him! Don’t let his head get too big, that’s for sure. My wee sexy baby always did need someone to take him down a few pegs here and there. But don’t let him fool you. He’s fragile as the next person, that one.”

You smile and say, “You two are so similar. He calls himself a ‘sexy baby,’ or a ‘wee sexy lad,’ all the time. And he can’t fool me. I know exactly who he is.”

Georgie’s eyes twinkle as she squeezes your hand. Not quite as strong as Jamie, but still the same type of grip. “Oh I’m sure of that, darling. I’m glad he’s got you all the way out there in Richmond. He’s been alone for a good while.”

You’re well aware of Jamie’s history since leaving Manchester. 

“You know, Keeley’s actually the one who kind of kickstarted all of this,” you say. “We’ve been friends for ages, and she- well, she sort of helped Jamie become a better version of himself.”

Georgie laughs. “Oh, you don’t have to sugarcoat it for me, love. I raised that lad, remember.”

“Ok, fine,” you say smiling, “She broke up with him because he was a massive prick, which started this whole redemption arc and she kind of forced us together at this event and, well, you know the rest. I just feel really, really lucky to be with him. Like if I were anywhere else at any other time, we could have missed each other. I could have missed him so easily.”

You shake your head. It’s hard to imagine a life without Jamie, and you wonder where you’d be at this exact moment if things had gone differently. What would be happening if you’d fought Keeley just a little more?

It doesn’t matter because Georgie’s squeezing your arm and saying, “But you’re here, darling. And it’s so wonderful that you two found each other, because I haven’t seen my baby smile like that in ages. I’ve got no worries about either of you.”

She pulls you into a hug, and it’s all you can do to keep from tearing up. 

God, who knew Jamie’s family would be so quick to accept you?

—

It’s late now, but you’re positive Keeley is still awake so you open your phone to send her a message.

You could have warned me, you text.

Three bubbles appear, then: what do you mean babe?

You roll your eyes. Fucker. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Your crazy football knockers are staring at me while I’m trying to sleep.

Keeley instantly responds with three angel emojis. I’m watching over you like a fucking guardian angel!

There’s a pause, then she texts, don’t know what Roy is. maybe the devil.

You snort at that. Roy Kent? Grump with a heart of gold? You don’t think so.

You close your text thread with Keeley and open the one with Jamie.

Nice football sheets, you write. Maybe we should get some for our room.

Jamie responds way too fast with an Amazon link and and an x. You smile then flip your phone over on the nightstand so you can get some good sleep, with Jamie’s guardian angels staring down at you.

[cyberpunkgyu]

Safe With You - P.SH

pairing: sunghoon x reader

genre: fluff, romance

warnings: none

inspired by latest ‘en-o’clock’ episode 67. sunghoon’s too cute 🥰😭

☆…━━━━━·:*☆…━━━━━·:*☆…━━━━━·:*☆

the carnival is full, as it is a weekend, mostly families wanting some quality time, teens wanting to have some fun and forget about the final exams they had just taken the day before, and you and sunghoon are one of those people.

it has only been two weeks since sunghoon confessed his feelings to you, and of course you agreed to going on a date with him, but once final exams ends, which is why the both of you are here right now.

sunghoon thought it was a good idea to bring you to the carnival for your first date, because he learned you loved going on rides, which he learned from your best friend winter. yes, this boy did his research. but, surprisingly enough, it’s the opposite for him. he hates rides.

obviously he wasn’t going to admit that, not when he sees how happy you are. but, this, this is definitely not right up his alley.

“that looks dangerous yn, uh, and look, the line is so long.” he tried pulling you back, hearing the screams of the people riding the pirate ship ride.

“but all the lines here are long, come on! look how fun!” you pouted, guilt tripping the boy who’s eyes soften at the sight of you. “we’ve only been going on kiddie rides.” you continued, gently tugging on his hand.

you paused, curiously tilting your head. he looked nervous, which is something you haven't seen before. “wait. are you… scared of that ride?” you questioned him, making a face as if you offended him. maybe hurting his pride a bit. “pftt. what? of course not! just… being cautious.”

“but it’s safe sunghoon, it’s a pretty popular carnival. but if you really don’t want to, fine. i can go by myself,” you decided, not wanting to force the poor boy. “just wait for me here, yeah?”

as you were about to walk up to the line with sunghoon behind, he halted you by grabbing your wrist. “uh wait, no,” he glanced up the ride and then back at you before sighing, finally agreeing. he can't just let you go there alone. “i-i’ll go.”

“only because you’re cute.” he muttered under his breath, letting you pull him towards the line. sunghoon unknowingly gulped, looking around his surroundings. there were a lot of chatter, noticing how there are also kids lining for the ride. “aren’t these kids too small for this ride? what if they slip out of there.”

rolling your eyes as you let out a laugh “that’s what those safety bars are for,” sunghoon kept shifting around, but still holding onto your hand, making your heart flutter. he is quite clingy, and you didn't mind.

the line moved fairly quickly, as the ride can hold a whole lot of people and sunghoon did not like that, at all. “oh, look, it’s getting a bit dark now. maybe we can just do this next time? we can just go and get something to eat.” he rambles his excuses, his ears turning red.

“come on, sunghoon.” you pulled the boy as the line moved forward, and soon enough both of you were now part of the next group to get on the ride.

climbing up the stairs with sunghoon following behind you, he lets go of your hand as you stepped in the ride, choosing to be in the back. you looked up at sunghoon, who seemed hesitant. “come on, it’s not that bad, i promise.” you tried reassuring him, the ride quickly getting filled.

the workers started to push down the safety bars, but sunghoon is still not convinced that this ride is safe and supposed to be fun. he is afraid, yes, but again, he isn’t going to admit that to you.

“sir, are you going?” one of the workers asked as he finished pushing the second last row’s safety bar, only needing to do theirs. “yes i will, just, hold on.” he exhaled through his mouth, ignoring the stares of the people in the ride. for a dude who looks tough and intimidating, you’d assume he’d be cool with such rides. “sir-,” “okay, okay. jeez.”

sunghoon finally steps in and sits down next to you, watching the worker push down the safety bar, “make it tight.” sunghoon comments, making the worker shake his head. you giggled softly, watching the boy nervously look around.

“here, hold onto me.” you wrapped your arm on sunghoon’s feeling his grip tightened around you. “are you okay? don’t worry, i got you.” sunghoon said, although it was probably the other way around, it’s you who got him.

the ride started slow, swinging smoothly back and forth. a bunch of “oohs” and “aahs” are heard, mostly hearing sunghoon’s voice getting louder as the ride started to swing at a much rapid pace.

both of you were now screaming along with your fellow riders, the wind blowing on your faces as well as your hair. sunghoon slowly started to enjoy the ride a little, but still holding onto you tightly. you two started laughing, enjoying your time together.

the ride quickly ends, people getting off the ride, some rushing out the exit to go to the other rides the carnival has, wanting to make the most out of it. you turned to sunghoon as you both walked out, watching as he fixed his dark hair before smoothing his clothes down.

“see! that wasn’t so bad now was it?” you grinned, taking a hold of his hand, stepping closer to him. he playfully side eyed you, intertwining your fingers together.

“not too bad.” he looks down at you, finally giving you a cute smile of his that you love.

“maybe you deserve… a prize?” you teased, feeling him press his forehead against yours, his breath fanning onto you softly. he hummed, his eyes shifting down to your lips and back to your eyes.

closing your eyes, your lips gently pressed against his, feeling him kiss you softly and slowly. he lets go of your hand before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you up, making you tiptoe due to the height difference.

you felt yourself smile into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck. “if i get this type of prize every time i go on this ride, i will definitely do this again,”

“and definitely to hear your laugh.”

you slowly pulled away, smiling widely to the point that your cheeks started to hurt. “you don’t have to do that. you can always get kisses, it's unlimited.”

“i’ll take that offer then.”

even though he hates rides, perhaps it isn't that bad after all. as long as he's with you and gets to see you smile, and unlimited kisses? best first date ever.

[wreckedandpolemic]

DAD!MATTY THOUGHT OF THE DAY!!!

Girlie going away for a little trip with Charli, so Matty is looking after baba for four whole days!!!

And it’s just him looking after them and letting them sleep in Matty and Girlies shared bed when they get fussy 😭😭😭😭

i’m not even lying i felt myself well up reading this it’s so CUTE… you have a sweet little family breakfast (matty cooks, obvs) then you kiss your babies and your husband goodbye and hop into charli’s car. vera’s lower lip is already trembling, ever the mama’s girl, and if she cries, fiona cries. and if the twins cry, alanis pitches a fit for attention, and that’s a headache matty would rather nip in the bud lol.

right, my girls, he says, scooping vera up before she can cry. what do you girls get up to when dada’s not home, hmm? alanis cocks her head, and he can literally see her scheming, the expression so reminiscent of you that he almost laughs. mummy lets us have chocolate for dinner and stay up past bedtime, she says, smiling like butter wouldn’t melt even as she shoots vera a death glare when she opens her mouth. fiona agrees emphatically and he laughs.

matty shakes his head fondly, still idly bouncing vera in his arms. her thumb is in her mouth and she tucks her head into his shoulder, his heart melting as she cuddles in close. i don’t know about chocolate for dinner, but i’ll see what i can do about bedtime, okay? how’s that sound, baba? she considers it deeply, and then nods. d’you wanna build a fort in the lounge? watch some films? and he makes it so sweet and soft and cosy, all your expensive throw pillows and blankets spread out on the floor, string lights wrapped around the chairs propping up the sheets, and despite his bad back and dodgy knee, matty gets on the floor with them, climbs into the fort and lets them crawl over him to get comfy before he starts the movie. he snaps a couple of pictures to send to you of the girls all cuddled up together around him, all smiling faces and curly little heads, and it’s so adorable that you almost want to turn around and go home and snuggle your husband and daughters on the living room floor.

matty ends up with a spread of picky bits for lunch/dinner, popcorn and crisps and frozen pizza galore, and he does let them stay up past bedtime, carrying them carefully up to bed once they pass out in the lounge. of course, he has to deal with three grumpy five- and seven-year-olds who haven’t yet figured out how to sleep in at seven a.m. the next morning (after getting off the phone with you at two teehee) and regrets everything. still, he’s determined to muscle through and maintain his status as a fun dad through the weekend, so he drags himself out of bed and makes them smiley-face pancakes to start the day.

alanis is sulky, fiona sullen and vera withdrawn, and matty’s like you know you could just go back to bed? there’s no law that says you have to wake dada up by pulling on his hair and jumping on the bed at silly o’clock in the morning? but of course, there’s no reasoning with them, so he tries a different tactic, bundling them back into the fort and spinning a slow, soft record until they fall asleep. his sweet, energetic girls are back when they wake up, and fiona pads into the kitchen to find him and excitedly asks to play tea parties. he obliges happily, indulging in their fantasy game with gleeful yes-ands.

it’s only a few minutes after matty’s settled down to sleep himself that vera shuffles into your room. what is it, baba? it’s a school night, you need to get good rest, he murmurs, frowning when he hears her quiet little sniffle. i miss mummy, she says, i want her to kiss me goodnight or i can’t sleep.

oh, sweetheart. mummy’s still on holiday with auntie charli, but she’ll be back before you know it, promise. he lifts her from the floor and pulls her into bed with him, kisses the top of her head and brushes away her tears. i miss her too, baba. come here, darling, just go to sleep, you’ll be okay. she tucks herself into matty’s chest, eyes fluttering closed, and his heart swells.

and ugh i could go on and on and onnnn this is the cutest fucking thing in the world oh this dilf why is he not fathering my children right neow…

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Let's call it Fate | Part 6

(A/N) Not me digging out my old Latin textbook for this chapter. Istg. Also, I think I'm getting a hang on the chapter lengths, kinda proud of myself for that one.

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader (no Y/N)

Warning: google translate translations, abusive parents (especially mother), arranged marriage, age gap, bullying, talk of grandparents and death of a grandparent, misstreatment of Ghouls

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

Over the next few days, you established a simple routine.

Wake up and get ready, before going to breakfast. After that classes until lunch and then join Papa Primo in the greenhouse. And when it’s time for dinner, accompany him back up and meet Lila for the daily gossip trait. After dinner, find your spot in the library and study until it was time for bed.

Most of the time studying was spent on Latin since it was giving you the biggest troubles, but you also like to review whatever you had learned in the other classes. And from time to time, Copia would join you, either to work on his own things in silence or to help you learn Latin. Either way, you enjoyed spending time with him.

It was just another day, Friday of the first week to be exact. You were excited because you had the weekend off and on Sunday you’d join the first black mass. Lila immediately noticed your good mood when she joined you at the usual table for dinner.

“Any plans for this weekend?”

You shrugged as you were shoveling food into your mouth. Work had been exhausting that day. Exhausting but fun.

“I’ll probably explore the Ministry so more. And I promised Swiss and Dew that I’d meet their friends, have a picnic, or something like that.”

As soon as you mentioned the Ghouls, Lila made a face. Since she’d been raised by people who subscribed to the whole ‘The Ghouls are our servants’ way of thinking, you spent a tremendous amount of time showing her in how many ways that was wrong. And she was starting to understand and change her way of thinking, but she still reacted weirdly whenever you mentioned them.

“Lila…”

“I know, I know. It’s just…it’s weird to hear someone talk so casually about them. And to be honest, they kind of scare me. Especially the tall one.”

You giggled when she mentioned Swiss. And you understood why she might be afraid of him. He was tall and strong, and his constant grinning and showing off his canines wasn’t helping.

“He is harmless, I swear. He gives really good piggyback rides.”

The moment you mentioned the piggyback rides, she choked on the water she was drinking at that moment, making others stare and you burst out laughing. Once she had calmed down, she shook her head, before looking at you with a lopsided grin.

“You are something else.”

She hesitated for a second.

“Don’t ever change, okay?”

You grinned and nodded, reaching out and grabbing her hand in yours.

“You neither Lila.”

You were soon done with dinner and bid Lila a quick goodnight, before you rushed out the mess hall and to the library. The woman at the counter smiled at you, as you waved at her and the Ghoul, you think his name was Aether. He didn’t talk much.

By now, you had the way to your table memorized. Straight ahead, fifth bookshelves turn to the right, continue for two bookshelves before turning left, and then straight ahead until you reach a little hidden nook. As usual, you were the first to arrive. So, you took out everything you needed and started working on reviewing the vocabulary you learned that day.

“Magnus - big. Non - not. Laudat - to praise. Et - and. Summus…ahm…shit. Summus…summus…”

“The highest.”

You smiled, turning to look at Copia who stood behind you with a stack of papers in his hands. He was also smiling, slowly walking up to the table. Once he was in reach, he gently sat down the stack of papers and fell into the chair beside you.

“Paperwork?”

“Si. Things my fratello didn’t have time for today.”

Copia rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed.

“Let me guess, he spent his entire day on the couch surrounded by his lovers.”

He chuckled and nodded.

“You’re not wrong, he did spend most of his day like that. But he did have time to go over and agree upon one thing. His clothes. For the black mass this Sunday.”

Copia sounded so done, but at the same time amused, that you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well, when you’re Papa those are the difficult decisions you’ll have to make.”

He turned to look at you, his eyes wide in surprise.

“You think that I’ll be Papa one day?”

“Of course. Why shouldn’t you be?”

Copia shrugged, averting his eyes to the paperwork.

“Most in the clergy think me too…imbarazzante, timido. They don’t think I have what it takes to be Papa. Well, my mother thinks I do, but she is my mother, and-”

”And she is right. Hell, you’re already doing most of the work that should be taken care of by the Papa. Plus, you’re smart, kind, caring but also strict when needed. You know how to lead people but you’re not power hungry. I think you’d be an amazing Papa. Plus, you look really good on stage. Kind of jealous of that one fan.”

At some point during your rant, your eyes had drifted back to the book in front of you, scanning the vocabulary. But when Copia didn’t respond or move, you looked up, concerned you said something wrong. Instead, you found a blushing Copia with tears in his eyes.

“You…you- I uh…I mean…thank you, cara. You don’t know how much these words mean to me.”

He gently grasped your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a firm kiss to your knuckles, while looking you in the eyes. You immediately felt your cheeks heat up and averted your eyes, before looking back up. Copia squeezed your hand, before carefully setting it down and turning to his stack. But as soon as he turned his attention there, he looked miserable.

“Let me help you with that.”

He looked up, slightly confused, and was about to protest when you stopped him.

“You always help me, now let me help you. It’s only fair. Plus, there are no classes tomorrow, so I can sleep in.”

After a second of consideration, Copia agreed and handed you about a fourth of the stack. He quickly explained what you had to do, before both of you started working in silence. After an hour you understood why Papa Terzo didn’t want to take care of this stuff. It was boring and exhausting and after that one hour, you had to take a break, rest your eyes for a second. You carefully placed the paperwork a bit further up the table before resting your head on your arms and closing your eyes.

“If I fall asleep, wake me in like ten minutes, okay?”

Copia just hummed as he continued reading and before you knew it, you were asleep.

Hushed voices were what woke you up.

“I brought the paperwork to your office, Cardinal.”

The voice was unfamiliar, you wondered who it was.

“Grazie, Phantom. If you could just open the door to her room for me in un secondo?”

“Of course.”

The voices stopped, as you felt a sense of security and care wash over you, falling back asleep.

“I got it from here, thank you.”

“Of course, Cardinal. Good night.”

You heard footsteps retreating as you suddenly felt something soft underneath you. Instinctively, you nuzzled against the cool fabric, twisting your body until you were lying on your side. A familiar chuckle reached your ears and you automatically smiled.

“Buona notte, cara mia.”

You felt soft lips meet your temple and immediately you wished they’d stay there for just a moment longer. But they quickly left your skin as familiar footsteps walked away from you before a door was shut gently.

You wanted to get up and chase after that feeling of security and love, but before you could, sleep took over you again.

Translations: Si...yes fratello...brother imbarazzante...awkward timido...shy cara...dear Grazie...thank you un secondo...a second Buona notte, cara mia...Good night, my darling

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[mrshesh]

Could you do kabal and reader intro thingys?? (funny or flirty idrc)

intros with kabal - flirty edition!

overview: intros the reader could have with kabal - flirty edition!

pairing: kabal x gender neutral reader, romantic

genre: fluff, spice

a/n: hi anon! kabal is a fun character. i'm still a bit unsure about his personality, so i could use some feedback on this one. thanks for the request! i hope you love it.

Kabal: Missed you. 

(Y/N): Lose the mask. I wanna see your face!

Kabal: I take it you missed me, too. 

Kabal: When’s our next date?

(Y/N): After I beat your ass?

Kabal: Go easy on me, then, babe. 

(Y/N): You’re a good fighter.

Kabal: Speed has its advantages. 

(Y/N): Care to show me those advantages? 

Kabal: Fuck no, I’m not doing this. 

(Y/N): What happened to you being a Black Dragon asshole?

Kabal: I’m your boyfriend before I am Black Dragon. 

(Y/N): Kano’s been pissing me off lately.

Kabal: I’ll make sure he never bothers you again. 

(Y/N): I’m pissed that he treats you like shit, Kabal. 

(Y/N): Kabal… 

Kabal: Yeah, babe?

(Y/N): We’ve talked about the mask. 

Kabal: You look tired as shit. 

(Y/N): My problems have been weighing down on me a bit, yeah.

Kabal: Let me help you with that stress, babe. 

(Y/N): What’s the deal with the Black Dragon, anyway?

Kabal: Can’t tell you. 

(Y/N): Am I gonna have to beat it out of you? 

Kabal: Damn.

(Y/N): What?

Kabal: You look hot. 

(Y/N): You don’t strike me as a family man. 

Kabal: I can see myself having a family with you. 

(Y/N): As long as you keep Kano out of the picture… 

(Y/N): Pleaaaaase? 

Kabal: I promise you, babe, it’s not that interesting. 

(Y/N): I just wanna see your sword collection!

Kabal: I’ve got the weekend off. 

(Y/N): Deserved.

Kabal: You do, too - that’s why I’m taking you out. 

(Y/N): Do you even like Kano?

Kabal: I only like you. 

(Y/N): So… no?

[stoptakingthegoodname5]

Idk some of y’all liked the Zhogan post I did 🤷🏻‍♂️ first time I’m writing sooooo

(⚠️Again this is a small rpf fic just scroll, I’m not going to repeat myself⚠️)

/ Just your regular little Bass Pro date /

It was another sunny day in Texas which Zhou didn’t understood, as the big state was still reaching the high 70°s in October! Which in his mind wasn’t really setting right with him usually in any other countries this time of year would be gloomy and cold but not this god forsaken state!

Zhou walked around the hotel with a soft yawn after landing in Austin after the long flight from Singapore due to last weekends race. He wasn’t having it this morning as his head pounded due to the severe headache from jet lag. Walking into the living room and saw Logan all bright and early with a cheeky smile on his face “Hey!” He said in a way Zhou wished he can portray this early in the fucking morning…

“Hey” He said groggily and borderline pissed off as he has to wake up bright and early, walking to the small kitchen he opens a cabinet above the tabletop microwave to grab bottle of painkillers. Logan looked over and sighed concerned “Headache again bro…?” to which Zhou replied with a soft nod as he took the glass of water and downed the pill “Jet lag killed me this time… 21 hours of no sleep” he said to his boyfriend softly whistled “Jeez… 21 hours? Now I see why you’re all cranky…”

Zhou looked at him pissed as Logan did his usual snarky antics ‘prick….’ he said in his mind “ha ha… you’re so funny bro.” The annoyed man said sarcastically as he really didn’t want to tolerate his boyfriend’s antics, Logan took it into consideration and nods as he raised his hands “sorry babe sorry.” smiling he looked at the food in the counter.

“After dinner I was thinking of going to Bass Pro to just look around.” He said casually as Zhou looked at him in an annoyed expression and with a soft eye roll “Really dude Again? Swear all the time you go to this damn shop to spend money, what’s so important of this place?”

Logan gasped dramatically as he faked innocence “I don’t ALWAYS go there!” But he knew he was lying as Zhou did the usual eye narrowing when Logan lied, he sighed softly and grumbled “fine. It’s an addiction….” Logan said in a soft whisper in defeat, Zhou smiled in victory as Logan looked at him softly “Do you want to come this time? Promise I’ll make it fun for your first time”

Zhou never took the opportunity into consideration and well it’s a Monday and they have nothing planned for the day and he nods softly “fine I’ll go to this “Bass Pro” to see all the hype. It will be like a regular Bass Pro Date” Logan smiled to that and nods “yeah… just a regular Bass Pro date. Now get ready I’ll be in the car”

With that Zhou smiled softly and walked back to the room to change…

(AAAAAA I’m done 😭😭😭 hope this isn’t an eye sore to you guys as I tried not to run on with many sentences! Anyway the people who wanted me to do this will be mentioned ❤️ @kichona-s @midnight-grandprix maybe this will be a series if the people like it)

[marmie-noir]

Cabaret, Confessions, and Curses

TW: Smut, swearing, Mitch Keller being dressed up and looking good. Per usual no proof read so forgive any silly goofy things pls!

It felt like yesterday when we finally had claimed our peace. There had been a lot of work to do after but it had been so worth it. Every project came with it’s own reward, every long day ending with the knowledge that we were working towards our future. Which, most importantly, was about us being together. 

Since the shootout Mitch had been hesitant to let me out of his sight for a bit. I couldn’t tease him, I’d been the same. We’d been glued at the hip for weeks, the two of us doing everything together from meeting with contractors to approving interior design choices, to filling out paperwork to file with the state to make everything look crystal clean as far as the government was concerned. 

We had our fun too, weekends away and time away from the bar. Pops had harassed us enough to get out of the house and go ‘be young people’, the two of us going to a music festival a few towns over and getting drunk on cheap wine, dancing under the stars with a field full of other people. It was all like a dream, and it had all come down to this. 

I looked at myself in the mirror once more, fingers fiddling with the necklace I had picked. I heard Ann huff next to me and I glanced over with a little frown. “You look perfect, Sunny! C’mon!” She said, grinning at me. 

“You didn’t see Mitch before he left.” I muttered, reaching down to smooth the skirt of my dress. I’d picked something pretty, the cut of the front lower than I normally preferred, the back of it too, but when I’d seen it in the shop last time Ann dragged me out shopping I had wanted it. It was a pretty shade of green that looked nice against my skin and with my hair, making my eyes pop too after Ann had done her voodoo girl magic to make them seem more vibrant. One day I’d have her teach me, but for now I enjoyed having her handle it, the bonding experience something I’d never had with someone else. 

Mitch had left hours ago, getting all dressed up himself in a Western style shirt and a nice pair of jeans, even had a new pair of boots he’d prepped and waxed before going out. I’d practically drooled when he’d come to give me a kiss goodbye. “Come in a few hours, spend some time with Ann, get all dolled up. I’ll handle all the bullshit that always goes wrong on the first night of opening, darlin’. You just enjoy yourself. You’ve earned it.” He’d said, not letting me drag him to the bedroom for a quickie with how good he’d looked. It’d been half touched, half frustrated. 

“And he’s gonna sing tonight.” I said, giving a little spin in my mirror, looking at the way the skirts shifted as I moved. I looked good, really good. “Ann, it’s disgustingly unfair how hot he is.” “Girl, are we looking in the same mirror?” Ann asked, stopping next to me, meeting my eyes in the mirror. “You are looking so fine right now, don’t even. C’mon, get your cute butt into gear, we gotta go see your man. And I wanna check out my new job.” As promised all the employees from Bred-2-Buck would still be employed. But Mitch had been very firm when he’d told everyone that tonight they wouldn’t not be working, they would be enjoying the new place. Even Charlie had accepted, and I was looking forward to seeing the old man show up in his Sunday best. 

Ann drove us to the bar and we didn’t have any issues finding parking, seeing as there was employee parking in a well lit part of the new parking lot, Mitch having that be part of the changes. Safety for his employees. We walked up, spotting Fred acting as bouncer at the front door. 

He perked up, grinning at the two of us. I leaned in, returning his hug and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before pulling back to step in as Ann chatted him up. She liked to flirt with Fred, he got shy and stuttery around her in the sweetest way. 

It was beautiful. The lighting was a reddish tint and everything was new and spotless. Pale colored couches lined the walls, round tables filling up the middle with a spot left open before the new stage for a dance floor. The place was packed except for a few tables near the front and everyone was having a great time eating, drinking, and laughing. Spotting some more familiar faces my smile grew and I made my way towards the front spotting Bohdi and Grace, who I pulled into a hug. She looked stunning, wrapped in a pale bodycon dress, her smile sincere. Clint walked up with another round of drinks and I gave him a side hug too. 

“This is insane! It’s so full!” I said, grinning at them as I slid my hands down the back of my thighs as I sat, making sure my skirt didn’t get too wrinkled. Turning towards the stage I felt my body freeze in reaction, eyes widening as I made eye contact with Mitch. “God damn.” I whispered, causing Ann and Grace to laugh. 

He looked as good as I remembered from a few hours ago, except now he had a few of his top buttons undone. He hadn’t even worn a hat tonight, his hair combed back, a few strands falling across his forehead as he moved slightly while singing, rocking as he played the guitar and sang with that grin on his face. Now, I was no groupie, but a girl could only handle so much. Grace said something but I couldn’t hear her, just going “Mhm.” As I blinked up at Mitch. He smirked, shooting me a wink before scanning across the room. Always the boss it seemed. 

“Grace said Dwight was at the bar if you want to say hi.” Ann said, reaching over to give my thigh a squeeze, making me jump slightly. I blushed at being caught oogling Mitch so obviously. Refocusing on her I reached up to brush some of my hair from my face, giving her a little nod. “Yeah, I will in a minute.” 

The song wrapped up and I clapped with everyone else. Mitch straightened, adjusting the guitar strap as he wrapped his free hand around the mic stand with that same pearly smile. He looked so happy, he looked so good, so in his element. It made my heart ache with happiness a little bit. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, if I could have your attention please?” He said, the band winding down the song behind him as he looked into the crowd. I crossed my legs, intent on hearing what he had to say. 

“As many of ya’ll know, we just got our license.” He gestured to the back room which was now filled with card tables and slot machines. The gambling license had been a longer process than anticipated but it hadn’t been overly difficult thankfully. “And I’d like to take this opportunity to welcome you all to the future home of the Bred-2-Buck Cabaret and Casino!” I let out a cheer and clapped, everyone else joining in. It felt good to have our friends here, the people who had become near and dear to my heart filling the space. 

“Now, none of this would be possible without without the support of my partners, in particular Mr. Dwight Manfredi.” He said, gesturing towards the bar. I turned in my seat, spotting the familiar gray head of hair next to his daughter who I’d recently met. I cupped my hands around my mouth and let out a cheer before clapping. Dwight had grown on me slower than Mitch, but after what he did for us? He was alright in my books, closer to family than I’d like to admit. 

Dwight gave a little wave, looking pleased with himself and not a bit shy. “And I’d also like thank the one who got me through the long hours of paperwork and the frustrations of interior design,” He said, voice dropping low like it was some sort of horror. It garnered some laughter but he didn’t stop. “My rock, my girl, Sunny.” 

I smiled so wide my cheek hurt. I covered my lower face, blushing and shaking my head as Ann reached over to pat at my shoulder, Grace letting out a whooping cheer that had me batting at her with a laugh. Once the clapping and cheers died down he continued on, practically glowing. “Now, I’m going to be taking a short break from being the entertainment tonight to enjoy myself, but I’ll be back in no time. But please give a warm welcome to Malcom and the Bonefish.” He stepped aside as another man stepped forward, apparently part of the band he’d hired for opening night. People clapped once more as the music started up. Mitch handed off his guitar and stepped off the stage, one hand sliding through his hair as he said something to a worker before heading over towards me. I hopped up, all but throwing myself into his open arms. He let out a quiet laugh, giving me a good squeeze before pulling back to look me over. “And I thought you couldn’t get any prettier.” He said, taking my hand and giving me a little spin with that smile that had a heat burning in my lower stomach. I squeezed his hand back and pulled him towards the dance floor where a few other couples were swaying, wanting to get a dance in with him on one of the most important nights. “Hush, I just had to match how handsome you look.” I said, reaching up to lace my fingers together behind his neck. His hands found my hips, the two of us leaning in and swaying to the music. It wasn’t exactly a slow song so we didn’t move slow, but it wasn’t something we should be swinging around to. It was perfect like everything else had been today. “Mitch, it looks amazing.” I said, grinning up at him. He nodded, glancing up for a moment to take in the room before meeting my eyes once more. “Should. You picked everything out.” “Not everything.” I said with a laugh, making him grin a little wider. “You picked out some stuff too.” “Mhm, but the important stuff is all you, darlin’. Don’t forget that.” He said, hands moving to my lower back, pressing gently to ensure I was pressed up tightly against him. I went willingly, the music perfect. I let out a happy sigh, relaxing against his taller form. “Like I’d let you forget that.” I teased, fingers playing with a few strands of his hair at the base of his neck. Mitch leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before pulling back. I wanted more, and I had already crafted a plan to get what I wanted a few days ago when I’d seen that new desk get carted into his office. Sturdy, hardwood, looking like it should be in a lawyers office. “I’ve got a surprise for you if you can spare fifteen minutes.” “Fifteen minutes for my girl? Easy.” He said, pulling back to find my hand once more. “Lead the way, pretty girl.” The name brought butterflies to my stomach and I shot Ann a wink as I lead Mitch away. She knew my plan, I’d confessed it when we had been getting ready. I lead Mitch down the hallway towards his office, sneaking a glance back at him to catch his heated expression. Opening his office door I closed it behind us, letting go of his hand to walk over to the desk. I perched myself on top of the cool hardwood, leaning back to pop open the top drawer. I pulled the picture frame out, and then grabbed a bottle of expensive whiskey I’d bought with Dwight’s guidance. Setting the bottle down next to my thigh I held the frame out to Mitch with a grin, gesturing he take it. He did, stepping closer, flipping it over. Mitch was silent a few moments before he looked at me, surprising me by being slightly emotional. There was a sheen to his eyes I’d never seen before. “I’m gonna confess, darlin’. When you pulled me in here I thought I was going to be breaking in the new desk. Didn’t think you’d be getting me all misty eyed.” He said, giving me a softer smile and looking back at the picture. 

It was a picture I’d taken awhile ago, a few weeks after starting to work for Mitch. I had insisted Ann snap a picture of myself, Mitch, and Pops. Had claimed it was for me, admitted guilted them a bit. It had turned out great, the old interior of the bar obvious in the photo, my cheesy grin with Mitch laughing, and Pops cracking a half smile for the picture because Ann had asked sweetly.I had it sized up and put into a nice frame for him to put wherever he wanted it.  

“I got a few other shots of the bar I took before we- well, blew it up.” I said with a little shrug, reaching out to hook my fingers in his belt loops to pull him closer between my spread thighs. “Confession time for me as well, I was really hoping you’d fuck me on the new desk also. Think of it as a two parter.”

Mitch let out a genuine laugh, setting the photo down on the desk to instead grab my face. He tilted my chin up, leaning down to press his lips to mine, smiling still. I knew I was smiling too, arching up to kiss him back, the taste of the drink he must have had earlier a little burn against my tongue as it dipped between his lips.  

“Been thinkin’ about you all pretty on this desk since they brought it in.” Mitch breathed out against my lips as his hands moved to my thighs, sliding up under my dress as he leaned in closer to grind against me. He felt good, already half hard in his jeans, the cool metal of his belt buckle obvious through the thin material of my dress. “Oh, my too. I miss the old desk but this one will do.” I teased, nipping at his bottom lip as I reached for his buckle, needing him. I’d been wet since seeing him on stage, my body immediately reacting to seeing that smile for me as he sang. Mitch Keller was like a drug and I was addicted because no matter how much I touched and tasted him I always came back for more. 

Mitch made a noise that was all masculine amusement, his big hands giving the fat of my thighs a squeeze before dipping between them. The rings on his fingers were cool too and I whined, thighs spreading a bit more out of habit, undoing the jingling belt buckle and working on his pants next. As I undid his pants he hooked his fingers around my panties and pulled them down, dropping the red lace on the desk next to me. The thin scrap of fabric had him raising a brow, giving me a sly smile. “Well now, someone was planning this.” He said, one of his big hands pressing against my cunt, blunt fingertips finding how wet I was with a little groan in the back of this throat. “Really planning this.” 

“I did say it was a surprise.” I breathed out. With the help of his free hand he opened his pants, my hands greedily dipping in and pushing them down enough to free his now fully hard cock. “The bra matches, you can see it later.” “Fucking- you are going to be the end of me.” He said with a smile, hand wrapping around mine at the base of his cock, giving himself a slow pump that had me rocking my hips against his hand between my thighs. “I need you now.” I said, looking up at him. So fucking handsome, especially when his blue eyes went dark with want, the two of us wrapped up in one another. Inseparable on a base level that would terrify me if it was anyone else but strong, sturdy Mitch. “I don’t wanna hurt you.” He said, two fingers pushing into my slick pussy. I whined, clenching around him, head tipped back to look up at him. “Y’get so tight, baby.” “Won’t hurt me, want it.” I demanded as firmly as I could while suppressing a moan as he hooked his fingers just right, rubbing at the spot inside me his long frustratingly talented fingers always seemed to find. “Please, Mitch. Fuckin’ please.” He bit out a curse, his hand leaving me and having me feel empty once more. I leaned back on my elbows, arching my hips up so he could push my skirt to my waist, leaning in to grind his hard cock against where I wanted him more. He hit my clit, the friction making me take in a sharp inhale, nipples pebbling behind my sheer bra and showing through the thin dress. 

My legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer, needing him inside of me. There was an underlying desperation, a desire, the ache he created deep inside me only something he could soothe. “Please.” I whined once more as he pulled his hips back slightly to slot himself in place. Mitch leaned forward and captured my lips in a heated kiss as he sunk into me, pushing each thick inch into me slowly until his hips were pressed flush against mine. My thighs immediately tightened around his middle as I moaned into the kiss, lips parting under his as he fucked into me with slow, firm strokes, his tongue tasting between my lips at the same time. 

He was big and thick in the perfect way, and I was soaked for him already, each stroke easy. “So good for me.” He ground out, big hands moving to under my knees, using his hold to push my legs up towards my chest. It changed the angle, letting him slide in easier, each thrust pushing him deeper. It was so good my eyes nearly rolled back. 

“Fuck, I’m so lucky.” Mitch’s voice was rough, almost like how it sounded in the morning when I kissed him awake. I wanted to tell him I was the lucky one, I was the one who was winning, a little cock drunk and delusionally happy. But words had left me and I whined, nodding as he continued to thrust. He didn’t let up, setting a fast pace. 

“M’not gonna last.” I confessed, clenching around him when he bottomed out again, grinding so that his pelvis put the most delicious friction on my clit. “‘Specially if you do that.” 

“Me either.” He said, hands sliding up my calves to hook my ankles over his shoulders. He was so deep it was like he was fucking the breath out of my lungs but in the best possible way, my own arousal making the slap of skin on skin sinfully wet. With his hands now free he reached between us. But instead of going right for my clit like he normally did he pressed on my lower stomach lightly. It had me nearly choking on my own gasped breath, the force of his hand making sure that every stroke of his cock hit right where I needed, bullying my g-spot mercilessly. “Fuck-, Mitch.” I choked out, reaching out to grip the edge of the desk as well near the top of my head. His free hand found one of mine, lacing our fingers together, pinning my hand against the wood. His other, on my stomach, was of course long enough to use his thumb to flick at my clit as he fucked me harder and faster. He had me practically bent in half but I didn’t care, the position letting him sink in deeper and faster, pressing in so deep I saw stars. 

“Please please please.” I panted out with each clap of our hips, squeezing our interlaced hands, looking up into his pretty blue eyes. More hair had fallen in his face but it looked good. He gave a little nod, adding a little roll to his hips to grind where I needed him. “C’mon baby, give it to me. Show me how good I make you feel, hm? Wanna see you come undone on my desk so I can think of your perfect pussy every time I sit down to do paperwork.” He growled out, hips never slowing. It was too much and I fell apart under him, my own free hand clasping over my parted lips as I let out a cry. I came hard, clenching around him tightly. I made a noise that I was sure was a porno level moan but all sound had become muffled except the sharp breaths Mitch was taking above me, his own movements becoming sloppy as he chased his own high. “That’s it, that’s my pretty girl, fucking look at you baby. Christ, that’s it. Take it, know you can, know you want to.” He said, deep voice more like a growl in my ear as I nodded at him, hand leaving my mouth as I panted and whimpered. 

The familiar warmth bloomed in my lower stomach and he groaned, head hanging and resting his forehead on mine as he came hard. I echoed the sound, my free hand moving to cup the back of his neck, chin tilting up to capture his lips in a slow heated kiss. He ground against me but didn’t move anymore than that, firmly as deep as he could get. After a few moments Mitch broke the kiss, panting but grinning. I mirrored his expression, letting out a little laugh as he slowly leaned back and let my legs down off his shoulders, his hands massaging at my hips as they were rather stiff from the position. “Shit- I don’t want to ruin your pretty dress.” He said, ready to pull out but hesitating because we’d certainly made a mess. I let out another laugh, gesturing to the side where the cubbies were rebuilt into the wall. “I put some towels in here.” I said, hand falling limp onto the cool surface of the desk. He leaned down to give me another quick kiss before slowly pulling out, both of us making a sound at the overstimulation before he grabbed the towels to gently work on cleaning me up. The two of us straightened one another up and I fixed my hair in the little mirror next to the door, pleased to find Ann’s make up wasn’t really smudged because she used some professional level setting spray. We ended up perched on the edge of the desk, thighs pressed together, as he cracked open the bottle of whiskey. I leaned on his arm but accepted the bottle, taking a small sip and proud that I didn’t even pull a face. “Well,” I said, handing him back the bottle. “We did it Mitch. A full bar, people having a good time, and you even have a stage. A real stage. I’m proud of you.” He set the bottle down, arm wrapping around my shoulders and pulling me close. His free hand tipped my chin up to meet his eyes. I gave him a smile, content and happy, pleased that this was how life was going to be. “I love you.” Mitch spoke softly, thumb brushing over my bottom lip. I blinked, wondering if I’d misheard him. After a few heartbeats I melted. “I love you too.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” “Good. Think you might be stuck now, darlin’. Stuck here, stuck with me.” He said, voice still that same soft tone that made me want to wrap myself up in him. “Oh no, not here at the bar that is my home with my insanely hot boyfriend. God, some people have no luck.” I teased, giving his thigh a squeeze. He leaned down, brushing his lips against mine when someone knocked on the door. The two of us didn’t pull away but we did turn to look at the door. “Yeah?” He called out, giving my shoulder a squeeze. “Mitch, it’s Dwight.” I recognized Fred’s voice. “He stepped outside to talk to some woman who asked for him and he’s been arrested. Cristina isn’t doing well, and we have no idea what is going on.” 

“God fucking damnit.”

More Mitch and Sunny here

Well, here it is. I might post some random things from the three month break between the shootout and the opening of the new Bred-2-Buck, but for this season that is a wrap. I really love Sunny, thank you everyone who bothered to read my brainrot inspired little fit that was supposed to be 5 chapters long and melted into this. Ily all!!

[georgiapeach30513]

Peach! Mrs pasta here checking in on you!

I see your page is as lively and bustling with positivity as usual ☺️

Inshelliesworld is a queen for that pasta art. I feel so blessed that you think of me from time to time.

I always make a point to check in on you but usually you say things (or don’t say them) better than I could. Are you sure you’re not ramen? 🤪

It’s nice to see that he continues to move on in his life. It’s nice to see you and your followers are doing the same.

Moving forward.

BTW: interesting fact for those who may not know: Massachusetts has a large Portuguese population and lots of restaurants have Portuguese inspired dishes. So if you’re a Portuguese native/interested in the cuisine, you’re actually in luck when it comes to food choices.

If you’re new to US and are near either coast, New York and Los Angeles have some of the biggest and most diverse food hubs in the country and possibly the world. If you live in LA and or NYC you should have no problem finding something to eat, and google/yelp is your friend.

It’s interesting that some people claim to live in multiple cities in the USA for several years yet claim they can’t seem to find any place to eat. I mean, I’m not saying American food itself is great, as an American myself I believe it leaves much to be desired. But the great thing about the USA is that it’s a cultural and immigrant melting pot. Nearly every ethnicity has food and culture representation here, from authentic, to fusion, to americanized, the options are nearly endless. Especially in our two biggest coastal cities. You could spend one weekend here in either city and you’d have food choices coming out of your ears.

But I mean…you’d have to actually spend time here to know that…

Okay okay, I’ll stop with the shade now I promise 😜❤️

Until next time, Jen! Keep on with your sweet peach self 🍑

Mrs. Pasta! Did we create a bat call for you?? 🍝

We like to keep things moving, positive, and fun here. Life is too short for it not to be fun and people enjoying themselves.

@inshelliesworld made such cute graphics, the mascot even has makeup!

No, I’m just a girl that doesn’t get enough sleep, and I’m trying to drink more than my average 64oz of water. Yesterday I had nearly 80oz. But we do try to keep it a bit more upbeat and lively here. It helps when I ban certain topics not worth mentioning.

I’m glad that most of us can move on with our lives and go back to enjoying content as it’s presented.

Well, these are some interesting facts Mrs. Pasta. I’m shocked to find this information out. So glad you could enlighten us with your knowledge 😉 that’s a lot of choices to be had.

Anyways, I’m glad for your shade 😎 and you dropping buy with a few lines. It’s always a pleasure when you pop in with some words of wisdom. Take care of yourself Mrs. Pasta 🍝

[kakujis]

sweet like cinnamon;

warnings: afab!reader, established relationship, blood kink, dacryphilia, soft!yan baji, pet names(baby, kitten, pretty girl), mentions of stalking and violence.

summary: baji would rather u stay home for the weekend and sinks his teeth in when you don't.♡

wc: 2.8k, not proofread per usual

an: here's my entry for @saecore's dc collab! this was so much fun!!!! honestly... i couldn't bring myself to write a mean!baji cus i think he's actually really really sweet as yan uwu. he's only a lil mean. just a bit. one of these days i'll write out the super mean baji of my dreams but not today!!!

when keisuke baji finally managed to have you in the palm of his hand, he thought that he had it all. finally, after years of trying he could keep you all to himself. but he realized quite quickly that he still wasn’t your very first priority. 

“it’s just a little weekend trip kei, i’ll be back by monday!” you had told him, exasperated. you ignored his grumbling, continuing to pack your things. it was a small two day get together with your friends that you hadn’t seen since you started college. sure, most people spend summer break with their significant other, but the two of you had the rest of the season together. a measly two days couldn’t hurt. that’s what you thought anyway, but your boyfriend kept grumbling disagreements, noting that he had been missing you too. 

through many kisses and sweet words you managed to convince him. “keisuke,” you mumbled against his lips, “i promise we’ll spend the rest of summer together, okay?” 

and he had agreed, head stuck in the heat of the moment as the two of you grinded against each other. he was still agreeing, minutes later, when he was buried to the hilt within you, drowning in the whimpers of his name. even when you two were finished, his softening cock still inside you, he agreed. 

so why was he so fucking angry? don’t fall back into bad habits, keisuke. he thought, pacing around your shared apartment. he was different now, he had you, he didn’t need to follow you around anymore. he was done stalking through alleyways to beat anyone within an inch of their life if they so much as looked at you. you were safe as long as he was around. ah, that’s the problem isn’t it? that he wasn’t going to be around on your little trip. 

it had been exactly 12 hours since you had left that morning. “see you later, baby!” you pressed your lips to his cheek, before you ran off waving. he watched how excited you were, jumping into your friend’s car. something about it made his hand twitch and his heart hurt. maybe he was reaching his limit. 

was it really not enough for him just to be your boyfriend? he knew, deep down, it wasn’t. he wanted to keep you safe within his grasp. did you even think about how dangerous it’d be at night? 

“keii, please, it’s a cabin… it’s safe.” you whined out  the night before, “besides.. i’ll be with my friends!” he shot you a look, irritated and unbelieving, because really that was your best excuse? you quickly  responded, “and i’ll even text you when i get there!” 

you kept your promise, the familiar ding! in his pocket alerting him that you got there safely. he had tried to distract himself earlier today, heading over to chifuyu’s place to hang out for the day. his friend tried to reason with him, you were having fun with your friends. he likened it to when toman would get together, since everyone became so busy with their lives they never had time to meet up. but baji liked toman. he didn’t like your friends that took up your time away from him. maybe it was insecurity, the fact that he couldn’t hurt them the way he hurt others, you’d be sad and he doesn’t want that. but the less you responded to his texts the more antsy he got. 

so antsy that he was driving straight to your location on his bike. it would’ve been a nice night ride, the breeze cool on his face, if  his adrenaline wasn’t going haywire, if the blood in his ears wasn’t pumping wildly with this sickly sticky feeling caught in his chest. 

it was a quiet, cozy sight. cabins set in nice manicured rows with dimly lit porch lights. honestly, maybe he should rent one of these out and take you up here himself. sticking his hands in his pockets, he silently moved across the site til he came across your cabin. now he just had to find you. 

peering through the open back window, making a mental note to scold you later, he saw you. laid there on the bed, flat on your stomach, feet up in the air and giggling as you sent “sorry for the late response,” texts. you were cute, wearing a shirt way too big for you, which was obviously keisuke’s, and pajama shorts. 

alright, you’re safe and settled. there’s no reason for him to stay any longer and yet he’s climbing in through your window. the inherent need to be with you over taking any earlier self doubts. he strides over and covers your mouth before you can scream, your body half turned from the noise of his boots hitting the floor. 

he lets go of you, and you fall limp on the bed as he moves over to lock the door. you stare at your boyfriend as he analyzes your room, checking the door knob, the lock, even crouching down to see if the planks were loose. with your eyes wide and mouth agape, you’re sure that if your jaw could’ve hit the ground it would’ve. 

“keisuke, what the fuck?” you whisper, trying to keep your voice down. he glances at you, confusion etching across his face. 

“whatcha mean kitten? i’m just checking up on you.” he says, climbing back up to sit on your bed. there’s concern lacing through his face, even a small pout since that wasn’t really the reception he wanted. 

“by breaking into my room? you couldn’t have like, called me or something?” you sit up now, legs crossed as you face him. there’s… no way he doesn’t see an issue with this, right? you scan his face, looking for anything, something that would indicate he knew this was… strange. 

but he doesn’t see an issue at all, too focused on trailing your body, the way his shirt just barely covers over your thighs, soft and plush and so inviting. something in his eyes changes, something dark and needy. he rests a hand on your thigh, before leaning closer, nose nuzzling yours. 

it’s annoying how easy you crumble to him, already whimpering as his hand traces delicate circles on your thigh. you try your best to resist, leaning back on your elbows as he inches towards you, but eventually you’re trapped underneath him with your head up against the headboard. 

“just missed you s’all,” he breathes, pressing soft kisses to your jawline. “what about you pretty girl? you miss me?” his hand trails up further, pressing up against your clothed cunt. 

you suck in a breath, “i-it hasn’t even been a day, kei.” you shouldn’t give in, you should ignore him for doing this and yet you’re already slightly grinding into his hand that’s slipped it’s way into your shorts, your clit caught between his fingers. 

“don’t care,” he drawls, moving down to lick a stripe up your neck. he latches on, sucking a bright red hickey onto your skin. you mewl as two thick fingers enter you, massaging your gummy walls. he uses his other hand to push your shirt up, palming at one of your tits.

“off.” he commands, pulling off slightly to give you some room. he watches your shaky hands, continuing to roll his fingers into your dripping cunt, stretching you open, as you pull the fabric off over your head. he taps at your shorts with his other hand, one brow raised when you hesitate and suddenly you’re scramble to take those off as well, struggling with his hand working in and out of you. you bite back a particularly loud moan when you bring your knees up to slip your shorts off, feeling his fingers press in just a little deeper than before. 

there’s something different about his demeanor tonight, something that he just can’t shake. so he finds purchase on your neck again and you gasp as his fangs lightly graze against your skin. there was always a little voice in the back of his head, a sort of urging, especially whenever you two fucked to sink his teeth into your flesh. he’s felt it before, after each fight he’s been in, the scent of blood has always gone straight to his cock, but he’s always wondered just what does your blood taste like. 

he gives in to that voice and bites, his fangs prickling little holes in your skin. he knew it, you taste heavenly, a saccharine liquid enveloping his buds. should’ve done this sooner, he thinks, way sooner. 

“ah!”  you almost scream, biting so hard on your fist you almost draw blood there as well. you push at him with your hands, tears welling up in your eyes. keisuke was rough, you knew this from the dozens of marks he’s left on you before, but he’s never drawn blood. 

he withdraws, face flushed as he laps up the wound one more time. he slips his fingers out of you, tugging off his sweatpants and shirt, his leaky cock already dripping with precum.

“kei,” you sniffle, “that hurt.” with shaky hands you press against the mark, wincing at the sting. but keisuke can’t hear you, too focused on the wanton need of his throbbing cock.

he grabs his shirt, balling it up and bringing it to your mouth. “gotta be quiet baby, i don’t want your friends to hear us,” he growls, auburn eyes burning into you. he’s thinks he’s doing them a favor because if they interrupted he’s not sure how well he’d be able to restrain himself. you do as your told and clamp down, tears already starting to stain his cotton shirt. he’s right, you’re not sure how well you’d be able to explain your boyfriend sneaking into your get together. 

he wipes one tear away with his thumb gently before he’s settling himself in between your legs, his tip coated in precum as he slides between your folds. he groans lowly when he notices a trickle of crimson running down your throat and he realizes he can still taste you on his lips. you already look so pretty, flushed and crying all for him. 

he hooks one leg up over his shoulder as he sinks down into your pussy. you moan as he pushes deeper, inch by inch into your twitching walls. he bites down hard on your shoulder blade as he bottoms out, coaxing sweet drops of blood into his mouth. it’s strange, the mix of pleasure and pain makes your head feel dizzy. 

keisuke tries his best to start slow, he doesn’t wanna hurt you anymore than he is now, but fuck do you feel good. he swears you taste like honey as he suckles harder, his cock bullying your cunt with each thrust of his hips. you claw at his back, nails digging and scratching pretty red lines along his skin. the sting of his bite starts feeling oddly good, so much so that you’re arching your body up closer to his touch. 

god, you hope your friends are asleep because even with your mouth stuffed you’re fucking loud. his flushed and leaking tip kisses your sweet spot with each thrust, as he finds new places to mark again and again. it drives him insane, coppery ichor flooding his tongue while it drips down your body staining the sheets below. he’s always wanted to ruin you for anyone else, mold your cunt to his cock, and with the way that you’re clenching and crying he’s probably doing just that. it sends shivers down his spine that you’re so fragile, malleable even. 

he shifts up to lick at your tears, salty clear liquid muddying with the cherry from his mouth as he peppers kisses on your cheek. “taste so fuckin’ good, you still with me baby?” he grunts, each slam of his hips pulling out a whiny moan from you. you whimper out an “mhm” with a slight nod of your head, glassy, unfocused eyes meeting his. he pulls his shirt out, a small bit of drool falling from your lips, wanting to hear your little hiccups and gasps. 

“so fuckin’ pretty when you cry,” he grins, lips smeared red, nails digging into your thigh as he pushes it down further, his cock reaching deeper than before. “so fuckin’ cute takin’ my cock, huh?” his praise runs straight through your head, and he knows, feeling the slight twitch of your pussy.

“fuck, fuck, fuck!” you sob, each thrust of his hips has your eyes rolling back. “feels s-so good, kei, i wanna cum..” you look at him through fluttery, tear-coated lashes, puffy lips babbling and gasping. he leans in, thrusting his tongue against yours, at best a shoddy attempt to quiet you, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. you’re not sure how to feel about it, not that you can really think too hard about it, caught up on the fullness of his cock. 

keisuke’s too sweet and too in love to not give you what you want, his fingers slowly rubbing sticky circles on your clit. it’s just barely not enough, but the position he’s keeping you leaves you unable to grind back against him. he’ll get you there, but there’s just one thing he wants to hear as you unfold.

“you belong to me, right?” he asks with a small tilt of his head, scarlet tinted fangs flashing as he smiles, seeing you nod frantically. “then say it, kitten.” 

“i-i belong to you, keisuke,” you answer, breathless and needy, “to you and only you.” 

“that’s right,” he hums, picking up the pace of not just his fingers, but his hips, each slap of skin getting you to mewl even louder, “all fuckin’ mine.” 

“‘m cumming, kei, i’m-“  you slur, eyes rolling back one final time as you cream on his cock, entire body shaking. “fuck,” you whimper out and he follows not too long after with a snarl, hips stuttering with sticky, white cum painting your walls as your cunt tries to milk every drop. 

his head drops as he pants, hips finally still. you giggle when his pretty dark locks tickle your face. “keisuke, my leg!” you groan due to the burn of your hip. “why do you always gotta stretch me so far?” you pout, pushing and kicking your boyfriend with your good leg off and out of you. 

he backs off with a fake yelp, smile beaming with pearly white fangs as he brings his hands up in a fake apology. he moves to get dressed as you rub your hip, slowly bringing it back down into a resting position. you wipe off the rest  of your tears, shifting a bit, trying to find your discarded shorts and underwear when you hear a familiar zip. you look over to see keisuke shoving your other clothes back into your weekender bag, before he lugs it over his shoulder and throws it out through the window. 

“keisuke, what the fuck?” you hiss for the second time that night. he ignores you this time, walking over, clothes in hand to help you dress. his mother always taught him to help a lady out when she needed it. “are you just gonna ignore me?” 

he does, instead helping you shimmy your shorts back on, a pleased hum when your shirt falls back over your body. while it covers the marks he left on your shoulders and chest, he can still see the ones left on your neck. good, he thinks, you look the best marked up and all his anyway. he rubs his thumb over your pretty lips which you kiss as you look up with pretty, hazy eyes, making him fight the urge to take you again. 

he grabs your hands, slowly pulling you up on your feet. your legs feel a little like jelly and the ache from his marks is starting to kick in so you wobble into him, draping your arms over his shoulders. 

“alright, let’s go.” 

“go where?” you ask, waiting for any type of answer, as you lean against him. 

he picks you up, “home, dummy. you’ve been with your friends for too long.”  he nuzzles his nose into your cheek as he saunters towards the window. “besides,” he breathes, pressing his tongue against one of your marks. “i wasn’t done playing with you yet.” 

you shiver, face heating up at the implication. you spare a glance at the bed, well, it doesn’t look like a murder scene, but there’s definitely smeared blood on there. your cunt twitches, full, but not nearly enough, at the thought of him drawing blood again and maybe you don’t mind ditching your trip. you can hear your phone blowing up in baji’s pocket, but you ignore it, you can answer them in the morning. 

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Baby I'm yours- Chapter one: "Fuck it, I'm in love"

Summary: Spencer and reader have been together for just two weeks and their relationship is still too new. However, they are still getting used to being lovers and not just friends after so many years.

Warnings: I curse a lot, mention of smut, usual Criminal Mind cases info and descriptions.

Word count: 7,9K (because apparently I can't write 2K chapters)

Divider by @skylightlantern

A/N: Thank you to everybody who supported me and waited for this update. Guys! honey bunny and chipmunk are back!!

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Spencer’s point of view 

I sighed and breathed in as (Y/N)’s hair fell on my face when I rolled in bed. I wrapped my arms around her and moved her closer, as she continued sleeping. We had been together for ten days. The best ten days of my life, if you ask me. Catching unsubs wasn’t even bothering me. The blood, the gore, I didn’t care about that anymore, as long as I could be with my sweet (Y/N) next to me.

Yes, I am cheesy. And I’m not even sorry. 

- “Wake up princess, time to go to work.”- I whispered softly in her ear as she rolled in bed and hid her face in the crook of my neck. 

- “I don’t wanna”- (Y/N) whispered and held me close- “I wanna stay here with you” 

- “I wanna stay here too, with you. But we got a case.”  

- “Why can’t fucking psychos take a day off?” 

- “Been asking myself the same for some time now. Wanna shower with me to save time?”- (Y/N) giggled and looked at me, as I leaned over and pecked her lips. 

- “Last time we did that we didn’t save time. We actually were late for work and everybody made fun of us.”- I chuckle at the memory of that day. Well, it was just last Thursday, and Morgan is still teasing me about it. 

- “Fine, you shower and I’ll make breakfast.”- I sigh defeated, but in a second her arms around my neck make me giggle again- “What are you doing, chipmunk?” 

- “I’m giving you your good morning kiss, my sweet prince.”- I chuckled and kissed her sweetly, biting carefully her lips as she rubbed them against mine. 

- “I am not getting out of bed if you are doing this to me, chipmunk.” 

- “Come on, honey. We didn’t leave this bed for the entire weekend. Time to work” 

- “That’s not true… we spent some fun time on the couch too, and on the kitchen counter… and in the bathtub” 

- “Spencer Walter Reid, you are acting like a horny teenager!”- (Y/N) laughed and looked at me as I blushed, but kept smiling and caressing her cheeks as I stared at her. 

- “I might be… but I just wanna spend every second I have with you, now that I have you” 

- “You are gonna have me forever, honey bunny,”- I kept my eyes in hers and tried to take it all in. Her sweet smile, the loving look in her eyes, her scent. Everything drove me mad about her in the most sensual and yet adorable way. I didn’t want to get out of bed, but I knew we had to. Most of all I knew we had to keep our behavior at our best. We had promised Hotch we were going to keep it professional. So far we had managed, though believe me, it had been a challenge. 

I had never had a girlfriend before. I didn’t know what it was like to have someone who loved me back. Yes, it was still odd for me to face my feelings so openly in front of (Y/N). And it was still weird to hold her hand and hear her saying she loved me. But I wouldn’t change it for the world. I wanted to give her everything I could. All my love, all my kisses, all of me, if she had me. 

It is hard for me to explain exactly how it felt. I was so happy my entire soul was about to burst out of my body each time I held (Y/N)’s hand and kissed her lips. And at the same time, I was freaking out ‘cos I knew I could ruin it. I usually ruin the few good things that happen to me. I could speak too much and think too much. I overanalyze everything. 

- “Ok hon, it’s your turn to drive today”- (Y/N) announced as she grabbed her bag and her coffee to go. 

- “Do I have to?”- I pouted and frowned immediately- “You know I’m not a big fan of cars.” 

- “You were the one who said that didn’t want Morgan to make fun of your driving anymore.”

- “I know, I know. I just get nervous”- (Y/N) gave me my satchel and smiled widely.  

- “If you drive us to work today, I will give you a reward tonight.”- my eyes open wide at those words. She knows the effect she has on me, ‘cos she is giggling. Is it too obvious that my pants are feeling tight right away?

- “Oh my god! Spencer Walter Reid! you are such a horny boyfriend!”- (Y/N) shouted, laughing as she opened the front door. 

- “But I didn’t say anything!” 

- “You didn’t have to! I know you!” 

- “Please don’t profile me, chipmunk! we promised we would never do that to each other” 

- “I am not profiling you, hon. You have a boner.”- she chuckled as I moved my satchel to cover myself as we walked out of her apartment. 

- “I… this… what I’m…” 

- “Come on, honey bunny. Don’t get all shy now. You know I love it when your pants are feeling too tight.”- she wanted to kill me, I knew it. And honestly, dead by her kisses sounded like heaven to me. 

(Y/N)’s point of view  

There are no words that could ever explain how I felt walking into the BAU holding Spencer Walter Reid’s hand. My whole body trembled with happiness and a deep sensation of peace. His finger intertwined with mine, and the sweet smile on his face as he opened the door for me was all I needed to start the day.

Well, Spencer’s kisses earlier that morning had been, in fact, all I needed to be happy. But we couldn’t share those kinds of moments at work, Hotch had warned us already. 

- "You know I am very happy for you, but I need you to keep your relationship at work strictly professional."

And of course, we had agreed with our Unit Chief. 

- “Did I drive alright?”- Spencer asked me, and I nodded. I wanted to lean in and kiss him, tell him he had won a reward that night. But I couldn’t. Holding hands was all we could do at work, and that was already pushing things a little. So I walked to my desk and sighed, staring at the pile of paperwork I had to do.  

- “Good morning, lovebirds”- Penelope walked into the bullpen holding a bunch of file cases- “I’m sorry to bring the news, but we have a case.”

- “I guess I’ll just keep piling up paperwork on my desk, then”- I sighed and held my coffee. Spencer did the same and cut me another shy smile. 

- “You two are so sweet!! I can’t deal with all the love in this room!!”- Garcia nearly squealed- “Please, tell me you are getting married and having a million babies as soon as possible.” 

- “And you told me I wasn’t the one supposed to scare them”- Morgan chuckled, overhearing Garcia’s excitement as he walked from the kitchenette toward our desks. 

- “I am not scaring them! I’m just telling them what everybody wants!”- Penelope defended herself and pouted- “Besides, picture their babies! they are going to be so cute and smart!”

I looked at how Spencer’s cheeks turned red, but his eyes sparkled with joy. Clearly, he wanted to have babies. I hadn’t thought of it yet; we had been dating for a couple of days, literally. But I was in that relationship for the long run and there was no one else I would rather have babies with than Spencer. 

- “Come on! I don’t want Hotch to get mad at us,”- I said and started walking to the conference room, knowing Spencer was following close behind.   

So far, our BAU family, plus Frank, Mikey, and Lu were the only ones who knew about our relationship. Honestly, we hadn’t had time to tell anyone else. Spencer told me we could make a short trip to Vegas in a few weeks to tell his mother, and I thought it was the sweetest idea. I loved Diana, and I knew she was going to be happy with the news.

However, the idea of telling my family made me feel a little uneasy. I knew they loved Spencer as much as I did. I just didn’t want to hear mom’s comment about how our job was too dangerous, stressful, and demanding. Besides, I knew Phoenix was going to start acting all protective, like an older brother. And I didn’t want to go through all that. And who knew what my dad was going to say or do? Jesus! I kept praying he wouldn’t act all possessive and threaten Spencer with a gun as he did with my first boyfriend. So, telling them wasn’t in my plans at the moment. 

It was a good thing we had a new case, which gave us little time not to think of any family issues. Spencer moved the chair for me, and I cut him a smile as I sat down. Hotch looked at us, and I could feel the pride coming from his eyes. You could tell he was happy for us. 

- “Where's Prentiss?”- Morgan asked, looking around trying to spot her in the bullpen. 

- “I don't know.”- I shrugged and opened the file case in front of me- “Maybe she overslept.”   

- “Her car wasn't here when we rode in this morning.”- Spencer added, and I bit my lip, thinking of the make-out session we had in the parking lot when we got to work, just to help us through the day not touching. 

- “I'm gonna give her a call, get her eta.”- Pen said and walked to the door the second Emily showed up, looking rather exhausted.  

- “Hey.”

- “Somebody had a long night?”- Derek was trying to be fun and playful, but it backfired quickly. 

- “Somebody wants to mind their own business?”- clearly Prentiss wasn’t in the mood for jokes. Spencer looked at me, frowning and I shrugged. Things I’ve learned working at the BAU: you never upset Prentiss when she is crossed.  

- “Garcia.”- Hotch’s voice forced me to sit straight on my chair, even when he wasn’t even talking to me. I guess I was very self-conscious of every movement I made.  

- “Oh. Spin the wheel and it is sunny Los Angeles, people.”- Pen turned on the screen and started going through the pictures. 

- “Two times in one year, huh?”- I was about to argue with Morgan’s comment when Rossi asked:  

- “Remind me again why it’s called the City of Angels.”- and of course, my boyfriend had an answer to that question.   

- “It was originally called the town of our lady the queen of the angels.”- and everybody turned to look at Spencer- “That was a rhetorical question, wasn't it?”

- “Maybe, but can you tell me more about that later?”- I whispered and squeezed his hands underneath the table. He smiled and blushed as Rossi shook his head and chuckled. 

- “You make my teeth hurt.”  

- “This is a weird one.”- Garcia’s voice took me from my staring competition with Spence. 

- “As opposed to?”- Morgan questioned as Prentiss kept pouring herself a cup of black coffee. I looked at her for a second, she looked nervous and tired. Did something happen to her? She had been acting a little off, but I thought she might be dating someone. Maybe the Scottish guy she kept talking with. 

But it wasn’t time to sniff around my friend’s life. It was time to work and I had to make an effort to focus.  

My cell phone rang as I grabbed my go bag from my desk and headed to the elevator. Spencer was waiting for me to go to the jet. 

- “Hey dad!”- and that was a call I didn’t want to answer. 

- “Hey peanut! how are you doing? Where are you today?”

- “Just leaving town. We are on our way to Los Angeles.” 

- “Again? what’s wrong with that city?”- I chuckled and held Spencer’s hand as we got into the elevator. 

- “I don’t know, but clearly, sunny weather ain’t no certainty of security. How are you?” 

- “I’m well, just calling to catch up with my favorite daughter.” 

- “You know I’m the only one you have, right?”- I joked and my boyfriend chuckled, overhearing my conversation with my father. 

- “So, when are we meeting for lunch?” 

- “How about dinner when we come back from the case?” 

- “We? Are you bringing Spencer?”- oh shit… 

- “Yeah, is that ok?” 

- “Of course! I love that kid. There are still a few scrapbooks I haven’t shown him.”- his excitement made me chuckle. 

- “He is going to be so thrilled.”- and I wasn’t even being sarcastic.  

- “Then it’s a date. Call me when you get home and please be safe.” 

- “You too dad. I love you.”

- “I love you more, peanuts.”- I hung up and turned to Spencer, who kept playing with my fingers the entire time. 

- “Do I have to ask your dad for permission to date you?”- his voice was a soft whisper, I don’t know if he was afraid of my answer or paranoid about getting caught talking about our relationship. 

- “Are you scared of what he might answer if you ask?”- I whispered, leaning closer to him. Spencer smiled, kind of awkward, and cleared his throat. But before he could answer, the elevator’s door opened and we were forced to walk, rather quickly, to the jet.  

Spencer’s point of view 

(Y/N) frowned as she stared at the corpse’s pictures in the case file she held. We were in the jet on our way to Los Angeles, and she kept the satin scarf around her neck, covering the hickey I left on her skin the night before. I remembered second by second the moment I marked her as mine. I remembered clearly how her body felt under mine. She trembled as my lips traveled slowly from her mouth to her neck, enjoying the taste of every inch of her skin. The sound of her moans and sighs kept guiding me and encouraging me to go on.  

- “Reid?”- Morgan raised an eyebrow and kept staring at me with a silly grin.

- “What?”- I widened my eyes as I waited for his words.

- “I asked you if, considering we are going to Los Angeles…. You might give Lila Archer a call.”- there was a silence in that plane, too awkward to even describe it. (Y/N) raised her eyes at Morgan and if looks could kill, my friend would be buried already.

- “No. Why would you even suggest that?”- I shook my head as Derek simply shrugged. 

- “I think, Spencer, that our dear friend here just wants to find all the ways to make you feel uncomfortable around me at work, ‘cos he can be a jerk sometimes”- my girlfriend said and sighed- “I would say it’s disappointing, but it’s actually what I expected from him.”  

I just kept my eyes on her, as Morgan just chuckled and turned to Hotch. I kept my eyes on (Y/N), she was still looking at the case file and clearly, something was bothering her, so I made my way to the kitchenette and started making a cup of tea for her and one for me as well. My mind kept going back to the images of (Y/N) naked under me on my bed, so I started rambling facts about the case, in a desperate attempt to focus on work, and avoid getting a hard on in front of the team.  

- “Methanol is compositionally speaking the simplest of the alcohols. It's actually ubiquitous in the environment. There are small traces of its vapor in the atmosphere, but atmospheric methanol is easily oxidized by sunlight.” 

I didn’t even breathe. 

- “Is it toxic?”- Prentiss asked right away.  

- “Ingesting 10 milliliters of it will cause permanent blindness, and as little as 30 is potentially fatal.”- I kept giving facts and picked two bags of earl grey tea.  

- “These victims had between five and six ounces in their lungs.”- Morgan seemed confused by my words, but I just continued talking and poured hot water into two cups.  

- “You know, if they were immersed in it, they would have died even without ingesting or inhaling it. When absorbed through the skin, it depresses the central nervous system to an unsustainable degree.” 

- “Well, what's it used for?”- Morgan kept his eyes on me as I walked to (Y/N) and gave her a cup of freshly made tea, and sat next to her, as she whispered a sweet thank you. I couldn’t help but picture her naked again, so I started spitting facts one more time. 

- “What isn't it used for? A solvent, an antifreeze. In World war II the Germans used it for rocket fuel. It's used in wine-making. Its most commonplace use, however, is in the creation of other chemicals. Methanol can become plastic, plywood, paint, explosives, and permanent press textiles. It's essentially the chemical used to separate other chemicals from each other.” 

- “Breath, honey.”- (Y/N) smiled at me and landed her hand on my knee, making me realize I was rambling too fast. 

- “Can it be bought? Is it tracked?”- I heard Prentiss’ question but didn’t answer it by decision. Instead, I focused on the warm feeling (Y/N)’s touch gave me. It was soothing and relaxing. Just knowing she was there made me feel better about basically everything. 

- “California's got some of the strictest environmental laws in the country. I'm sure it's regulated.”- Hotch analyzed, and Rossi continued talking.  

- “Yeah, but methanol is also used in making biofuels, which quite a few people have been doing at home. I'd imagine the sale of it is fairly commonplace.” 

- “But he needs enough in which to immerse a body.”- Hotch replied, and though I wanted to add a thought, I didn’t. I held (Y/N)’s hand instead and intertwined my fingers with hers. 

- “All the victims were nude, but there's no evidence of sexual assault on any of them.”- Morgan added, and Prentiss continued talking. 

- “And the skin was removed from the bottom of the foot. Unless we're talking about a foot fetishist, you actually can't get further away from sexual areas.”- (Y/N) let my hand go suddenly and tapped on my leg sweetly. It was my cue.  

- “Yeah. Impotent sadists like Robert Napper typically take their frustration out on their victims. You'd think there'd be a lot more kill.” 

- “And what he's doing is very specific, very focused. It’s not just about sex or power.”- my girlfriend added, and I nodded at his words. 

- “What about the skin patches? Is this a trophy of some sort?- Rossi questioned, staring right at me. 

- “I have no idea. Skin, independent of any other substance, would wither and die rather quickly.”  

- “ Well, that might be the thing that's forcing our unsub back out on the hunt.” 

- “Considering the wide divergence of abduction and dumpsites, this guy could be anywhere. L. A. is over 500 square miles.” 

- “Uh, 498.3”- I corrected and Morgan shook his head, annoyed. 

- “And the fact that no one has seen him either abduct or dispose says he knows the city and its patterns well. Day and night, it's all the same.”- Rossi looked at (Y/N) and waited for any word coming from her. She had been very quiet since we got on the plane. But instead, Hotch spoke. 

- “Reid, you and (Y/N) start working on how he is getting so much methanol, plus a geographical profile. We need to narrow down his hunting area.”- we both nodded and re-opened the file again. I was excited to know I was paired with her. Hotch trusted me, and that felt good. I didn’t want to let him down. 

(Y/N)’s point of view 

I hated Hotch. He kept pairing me with Spencer, and I felt like I was never going to do my work in peace again, ‘cos I kept thinking about humping that hot boyfriend I had every minute of every hour we were together. It was already hard enough leaving the house every day on time for work, and keeping my hands off him for over 9 hours every day. 

Honestly, I don’t wanna sound like a horny teenager, but I had held myself back for years. Years! I didn’t want to anymore. I didn’t feel like I could. So when I saw Spencer walking toward me in those tight gray pants and that white shirt, I knew my day was gonna be hell. 

- “Ready chipmunk?”- he whispered and I nodded- “Ok, let’s get to work.” 

The last thing I wanted to do with Spencer was work. Every hour was torture. I couldn’t even kiss him in that police station. And no, I didn’t try to sneak him into the bathroom with me or anything like it, though I thought about it more than once. I had to make sure to keep it professional. 

At least until that night. 

I knew what I was doing was wrong. I knew it was childish, and most of all, it was just what Hotch had asked us not to do the minute we told them we were together. But none of that actually mattered, ‘cos there I was, sneaking into Spencer’s room in the middle of the night. 

He opened the door and smiled at me, wrapping his arms around me before I could close the door behind my back. 

- “Wait, Batsy, someone might see us,”- I whispered and turned around, but his arms locked me against his chest, and his lips moved quickly all over my skin. 

- “I missed you so much,”- Spencer whispered and pushed me against the door, closing it.  

- “We were together the whole day”- I chuckled and sighed, enjoying the nice welcome. 

- “But being professional and not kissing you all day is horrible. It’s torture!”

I stared at him, unbuttoning my shirt, and bit my lips. Spencer Walter Reid was my boyfriend, and I couldn’t be happier to enjoy his love. 

- “I missed kissing you too,”- I murmured, running my fingers through his hair as his lips made their way to my neck, sucking carefully my skin, making me moan in a second. 

- “I swear, we are catching this guy tomorrow, so we can go back home and be together”- I chuckled at the desperation in his words, but I couldn’t even answer, ‘cos someone knocked at the door, and the two of us froze, wide opening our eyes, feeling caught.  

- “I’m busy”- that was all Spencer managed to say. 

- “Open up, kid. We need to talk.”- Derek commanded from the hall. I quickly buttoned my shirt as Spencer looked at me, almost like a lost puppy, and fixed his clothes too.

- “Sorry,”- I whispered, and gave him a short smile. Defeated, my boyfriend opened the door, and I waved at Morgan, who widened his eyes as soon as he saw me there. 

- “Shit, kids. I’m sorry. I didn’t think you would be here.”

- “It’s ok. We were just catching up on a few things. I have to go back to my room anyway. It’s late already. I’ll leave you two to talk.”- I kissed Spencer’s lips, feeling Morgan’s eyes on us the whole time. 

- “Good night, chipmunk,”- my boyfriend whispered and caressed my face sweetly.��

- “Bye, Morgan”

- “Sleep tight, pretty girl.”

I closed the door behind my back, and Morgan nearly yelled right away. 

- “My man!!”

I could only imagine Spencer’s cheeks as he heard our friend’s teasing. We knew Morgan would give him a hard time when we told them we had started dating.  

- “You owe me”- I read the incoming text from my boyfriend and chuckled as I laid back in bed. 

- “No, you owe me a thousand kisses”- I texted back and closed my eyes, waiting eagerly for his reply. 

- “Deal. But I get to choose where I kiss you”- how on earth did I wait for so long to tell him I loved him? 

There was one downside of dating Spencer, though. My boyfriend was very insecure. He was jealous and scared someone was going to show up and steal me away from him. He couldn’t see he was the sun of my days, and that I would never change him for anyone else. Like that could ever happen. I had been in love with Spencer Walter Reid since day one, and though we had only been together for two weeks, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. No questions asked. If he asked me to marry him that night, I would have accepted in a second, and actually, drag him to the nearest church.

The following morning, when we reached the police station, Spencer took a look around the room and scanned the bunch of police officials that greeted the team. There was nothing out of the ordinary, so I smiled at him and continued walking to our office, where we started working right away. Morgan called García and asked for information about the taxi companies that worked in the area of the latest abductions, and for a moment, I enjoyed overhearing their random conversation. Until... 

- “SSA (Y/L/N)”- one of the police officials knocked on the door and half opened it. We all stopped and turned to see him, but he just smiled and walked in.- “Good morning, I just wanted to bring you something to eat with your coffee”- and just like that, he gave me a donut. I didn’t know how to act, or what to say. I never saw that coming, honestly. So I just cut him a very polite smile and watched him walk out of the room. 

The way all of my teammates looked at me was embarrassing, to say the least. But the look in Spencer’s eyes was pure jealousy. 

- “Someone has been breaking hearts at the station while we’ve been breaking our backs trying to catch a serial killer.”- Morgan joked as I shook my head right away. 

- “I have no idea what this is all about”- and I wasn’t lying. 

- “You are cute, (Y/N).”- Prentiss smiled at me and grabbed the donut- “And if you are not gonna eat it, I will gladly help.”

- “Thanks”- I mumbled as she continued talking. 

- “We can go out for drinks when we get home. Maybe you can get us a few rounds for free.”- Spencer stood up and faced the blackboard with leads in one corner of the room. Of course, he was mad. No questions asked. And of course, the team had to make it worse.

 - “I’m actually surprised this hadn’t happened before. Bad luck for this official, Spencer already made his move.”- and Morgan chuckled at his own joke. 

- “Let’s focus on work now.”- Hotch basically commanded, his expression serious as I nodded and took a look at the room. Prentiss kept reading files as she ate the donut, Morgan did the same, trying to steal part of the pastry. Spencer didn’t turn and kept his back to us, pretending to be focused on the board. But I knew he was just jealous. 

- “What about a gypsy cab?”- Rossi pointed out after a short silence- “They roam around in unregistered vehicles with fake insignias that look legit.” 

- “There are 2,300 registered cabs in the city and at least as many unregistered.”- detective Bailey added, as Hotch kept walking around the room looking even more serious. 

- “And no one pays any attention when they get into a cab.”- Rossi sentenced. 

- “If he's unregistered, he's not gonna sit outside taxi stands and wait to pick up fares in the traditional way.”- I added and kept my eyes on the map behind Spencer, trying to see if there were any official taxi stands there. But mostly ‘cos I wanted to see if Spencer turned to look at me. But he didn’t.    

- “Which makes him either harder to find. This guy could be anywhere.”

- “Detective, can you gather everyone? We'd like to give the profile.”- Hotch interrupted Morgan and we all stood up to get ready. Detective Bailey walked out of the room, along with Rossi, Prentiss, and Morgan. But I stayed behind with Hotch, waiting for Spencer. 

- “What is it, Reid?”- our Unit Chief asked, and I prayed we just talked about our professional issues. 

- “When I was in school, we used to use methanol to separate chemicals from each other. Whatever we did, we’d clip a sample of the source material to label and keep next to the output.”- my boyfriend explained, frowning.  

- “What kind of samples?”- I asked him, already knowing the answer. 

- “Square samples 2 inches by 2 inches.”- right like our unsub.- “I think this guy's a scientist and he's experimenting.”

- “What kind of samples could he be getting from each girl?”- I asked but neither of them answered - “It sounds like that book, “Perfume.” Do you think he is trying to capture an essence?”- I asked, honestly wondering if this case was related to the book. But neither of them could give me an answer. 

- “Let’s deliver the profile”- Hotch walked to the door and I held Spencer’s hand, stopping him from walking away.

- “We’ll be there in a second”- I cut Hotch a short smile and pulled Spencer’s arm closer to me, as he tried to walk towards the door. 

- “Two minutes”- I nodded at Hotch’s words before he closed the door behind his back. 

- “Don’t be mad at me.”- I whispered right away, and the word left my lips more like a plea than as a command. 

- “I am not mad at you, chipmunk.”- Spencer mumbled and looked at his feet. He was nearly pouting, and I couldn’t help but feel it made him look adorable. He was too cute for his own good. And mine. How could I control myself around him if he looked like that?  

- “Then why are you acting like this, honey?”

- “I just… how should I act when some random cop just stops a meeting to flirt with you? And I know I can not tell them you are mine!”

- “I don’t care if a cop gives me a donut! I don’t even like donuts! I just want you. I love you!”

- “And I love you too”- Spencer whispered as I moved closer and wrapped my arms around him, feeling the warmth of his body invading mine, making me feel loved, protected, and… automatically aroused.   

- “You are the one who is gonna take me home as soon as we catch this killer. Don’t forget that.”- I added and looked at how his cheeks turned red in less than a second.  

- “I know… I just… it’s hard to forget you are way out of my league. I still don’t know who I got lucky enough to call you mine.”- and that just hurt.  

- “What? Who says that?”

- “Everyone who knows we are dating”  

- “Honey Bunny, I am not out of your league. You are hot, smart, and funny! and most importantly, I love you!”- I stood on the tip of my toes and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to plant a kiss on his lips. It was fast and sweet, and it left me wanting more immediately.  

Spencer stared at me, dumbfounded for a second. And that’s when Hotch opened the door and stared at us. 

- “We are waiting.” 

Spencer’s point of view

The team was out, (Y/N) and I were alone at the station - alone in the middle of all those officials- trying to narrow the geographic profile. And you know what? Despite my initial thoughts of Hotch longing to torture us, I was actually enjoying my time alone with my girlfriend. I knew I would never be able to work if we were apart. I could never live with myself if anything ever happens to her while we are together. 

- “This is impossible”- (Y/N) mumbled, staring at the blackboard- “This unsub is all over the city, dumping bodies like a pizza delivery guy”- my phone rang that second, it was Prentiss.

- “Could it be smell?”

- “What?”- that came out of nowhere. Well, not exactly, (Y/N) had said it earlier, but we had nothing to link it with yet. 

- “Could smell be what's attracting him to his victim?”

- “Distillation extraction.”- I whispered and turned to my girlfriend. 

- “I told you it was like Perfume”- she shook her head as I went through the plot of that book in my mind, again. 

- “Well, I hope you know what you just said, 'cause you lost me.”- Prentiss said at the other side of the line, and I proceeded to briefly explain the facts. 

- “Methanol can be used to create scents or aromas. If you soak something in it for hours, it draws out the essential oils. Emily, let me call you right back, ok?”

- “I’m gonna call Hotch”- (Y/N) said as I hung up my phone. 

- “And I’m gonna call García. We have to narrow down all the equipment needed to distill an essence.”

- “And I thought homemade scented candles could be a nice hobby”- (Y/N) joked as I dialed. 

- “Hello loverboy, what can I do for you today?”

- “Hey García, I need you to help me track and address where a specific kind of equipment has been delivered.”

- “Do you have a list?”

- “No, but I can dictate it very fast”

- “Tell her I can fax it”- (Y/N) interrupted me and Garcia chuckled. 

- “That is the best girlfriend ever, right there. She deserves a donut.”- of course, Morgan had told her already about what had happened that morning. It felt like nothing could ever be private working in the BAU. I bit my lip, as I meant to tell her (Y/N) doesn’t like donuts, but instead I heard Garcia say goodbye. 

- “Hotch is on his way with Rossi”- (Y/N) announced, sitting by my side to start writing down all the equipment for a distillation extraction home lab, while I stared at her for a minute. 

- “What?”- she whispered- “Am I forgetting anything?” 

- “Receiver flasks”- I read the list quickly and my eyes moved back to her lips as she smiled. I had to close my eyes for a second and list prime numbers to control myself. 

- “So, I was thinking, they are showing the original “Solaris” tonight back home. If we get there on time, do you wanna watch it with me?”- my girlfriend asked and for a moment, all I could do was stare at her in silence. 

- “Marry me”- I whispered and her sweet laughter filled the room. I knew my cheeks were burning red 'cause I meant it. I wanted to marry her, right there, on the spot. I knew it since the day I met her, and now that she was mine, it was impossible to hold my feelings back. 

- “Just ‘cos I wanna watch the best sci-fi movie meditation of all time with you?”- she continued giggling as her lips touched mine for a second. 

- “Well… yeah…”- that was all I could answer and I just stared at her, probably looking like a dork. She loved calling me a dork, and I just wanted to be her dork. 

- “So, if we make it on time, can we invite Prentiss?”- (Y/N) whispered and looked around, though we were alone, and we had been for at least an hour. 

- “Why? I thought you meant going out as a date”- I looked down at my hands, fidging on a piece of paper, as she kept her eyes on me. I could feel her smiling. 

- “We can have a date after… maybe a sleepover. But I feel like Emily needs a little fun. She seems kinda distant and worried. I don’t know why. Maybe she misses JJ.”

- “We could invite her too”

- “I don’t think JJ would enjoy Solaris as much as we do.” 

- “Right, she doesn’t speak Russian”- (Y/N) chuckled and held my hand. 

- “Neither do I.”

- “Yeah, but you know I’m gonna whisper the translation in your ear the entire movie.”- I answered and moved closer to her, landing a hand on her waist. 

- “Aren’t you getting bold, Dr. Reid?”- (Y/N) whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck. 

- “I’m getting…”- but before I could finish talking, Rossi and Hotch stormed into the room. 

- “Oh come on! hang a tie on the doorknob next time! I don’t wanna see that!”- David argued as (Y/N) moved away from me.

- “Sorry, sorry! I’m gonna fax this to Garcia.”- and just like that, she left the room. 

But though it was a very good plan, we didn’t get to watch Solaris that night. And it wasn’t because Prentiss turned us down (‘cos of course, she did), it was because (Y/N) remembered she had made plans already, and she couldn’t cancel. 

- “Chipmunk, are you sure this is a good idea?”- I turned to her before we exited her car, trying my best (and failing) not to show how nervous I was. And I would have been embarrassed, but she was worse than I was. My girlfriend was actually pale, scared to tell her father we were dating.  

- “I am positive I have no idea.”- she mumbled and sighed- “But if we hide it, it’s gonna be way worse.” 

- “Yes, that’s true. But if we tell him, we are gonna have to tell your mom, and your brother.”

- “And then we are gonna have to move”- she added, giggling. And those giggles made me chuckle, as I held her hand and kissed it. 

- “With you? I would go anywhere”

- “Dad is a cop, remember that. He knows how to track people.” 

- “Witness protection program, chipmunk. We can make it”- and her giggles turned into laughter that made my heart flutter- “Come on, the quicker we do this, the quicker we are back home, and you promised me a sleepover”- I opened my door and ran out to open hers and help her out of the car. 

- “Peanut!”- Chief (Y/L/N) stood up and opened his arms to hug his daughter. And just then I remembered how much he intimidated me. He was sitting all alone, drinking a scotch, waiting for us. And somehow that made me feel like a kid. A weak kid who was about to tell the scariest man alive that he was sleeping with his daughter. 

- “Hey daddy! I missed you so much!” 

- “How is my little princess doing? Did you catch the bad guy? Hi Spencer!”- and suddenly, I froze. All I could do was wave, but chief (Y/L/N) grabbed my hand and shook it. 

- “Sorry we are late, we just got home after the case”- (Y/N) excused us as we sat at the table. I quickly grabbed a menu, basically to do something, as my girlfriend leaned over to her dad and rested her head on his shoulder. Yup, I watched her cuddle with her dad right in front of me and somehow it made me feel jealous. Is that bad? ‘cos I felt bad about it. I also felt weird to hear her calling him “daddy.” But I refused to think further about that at that minute ‘cos I felt like a perv. And mostly ‘cos I felt I was developing a weird kink I didn’t know if (Y/N) was going to like. 

- “Don’t worry about it. I’m glad you are here, kids. Were you on the field?”

- “No, Hotch kept us at the police station the entire time we were in Los Angeles, which was great actually, ‘cos I didn’t want to deal with the heat. Is this for me?”- (Y/N) grabbed a glass and sipped it- “Gin Tonic!” 

- “You deserve it, peanut. You had a long few days. I also asked for a Sprite for Spencer, ‘cos you told me he is cutting caffeine at night”- I looked at my girlfriend and she sincerely blushed, embarrassed. So she talked to her dad about me. I already knew she loved me, but that silly confirmation made me feel so cared for. 

- “So, tell me, kids. What’s new?”- we both opened our mouths but no word came out. It was too fast to just drop the news, right? Or at least that’s how it felt. 

- “Not much”- my girlfriend answered quickly and cut her father a big grin- “How about you?”

- “Since the last time we met, not much either. Oh, your brother has a new girlfriend. Did you know?”- (Y/N) shook her head and turned to me, I just sipped my Sprite and hid behind my menu. It felt like it was going to be a long awkward night. 

- “He has been dating for over six months, I am actually proud of him. Maybe not telling us made his relationship work, finally”- Chief (Y/L/N) joked as the waitress came over to take our order. That forced us to pause our conversation and focus on food for a minute. But as soon as the waitress was gone, the topic came back. 

- “So you think keeping a relationship a secret from family can be a good idea?”- (Y/N) asked, biting her lip. 

- “No, but I think whatever helps your brother keep a girl longer than a weekend is good enough for me.”- I nodded and smiled, awkwardly at chief (Y/L/N)- “How about you, Dr. Reid? What’s new?” 

- “We are visiting my mother by the end of the month.”- that was the first thing that came to my mind and I regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth. 

- “Sounds like a good plan. Where do you stay when you go to Vegas?”- and suddenly I felt like I had to explain to chief (Y/L/N) I was actually sleeping with his daughter. 

- “We alternate between a Holiday inn near the institute and a Marriott closer to the city, where Spencer can’t get into any casino ‘cos he was banned at eighteen.”

- “Why do you always bring the banned from the casino thing?”- I argued embarrassed as (Y/N) and her dad chuckled. 

- “‘Cos it’s fun to see you get all embarrassed out of something that is actually quite funny.”- my girlfriend sipped her gin tonic and looked at me in a way that I still wasn’t used to. She looked at me like she wanted to get me naked. And that made my pants tight in less than a second. I hadn’t made love to her in two days and it was turning into agony. 

- “Actually dad, there is one thing Spencer and I wanted to tell you about.”- but her words took me from my thoughts and slammed me back to reality. 

- “Sounds serious. Everything ok?”- (Y/N) turned to me and immediately, her father followed her. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I felt worse than during my first interrogation with an unsub. I felt like I was thirteen again, in my first college class.  

- “Ok… so, what (Y/N) wanted to tell you is that, contrary to what most people thought, we were able to take the next step. And though it was hard, and though it really took us way too much time to do it and admit it, the truth is…” 

- “Are you trying to tell me that you two are finally dating?”- (Y/N)’s dad wide opened his eyes and stared at me as if I had just confirmed we found the cure for cancer. I just nodded and felt her hand in mine, intertwining our fingers. 

- “Are you fucking kidding me?”- chief (Y/L/N) stood up and automatically I caught a glimpse of his gun on his belt. Great. I was going to die.  

- “Dad, I know this might be a little bit of a shock, but I love Spencer and we finally decided to…” 

- “A little bit of a shock?! Peanut, it took you forever!”- and right after that, (Y/N)’s father wrapped me in a tight hug that forced me to stand up.- “Well son! you are officially part of this family now!” 

- “Dad, we are dating, not getting married”- you could feel the embarrassment in (Y/N)’s voice as she spoke. 

- “After how long it took you two to get together, I actually settle for just dating. As long as you are together, in love and happy, I don’t want anything else.”- chief (Y/L/N) tapped on my back and smiled, then turned to his daughter and hugged her too. 

- “Just take care of each other. I had never imagined a better man for my peanut. Does your mother know?”

- “His mom or my mom?”- (Y/N) asked as we all sat down again and Chief (Y/L/N) raised his hand to call the waitress and ordered champagne to celebrate. 

- “Either” 

- “No, no one knows. You are the first family member we tell the news to, but that’s why we are going to Las Vegas in a few weeks, we wanna tell Diana face to face.”- (Y/N) added and turned to me with a huge smile- “I wanted to tell you first ‘cos I knew mom was gonna make a huge deal and Phoenix is gonna try to act like a protector brother.”

- “You are right, peanut. Your brother is gonna try to threaten Spencer, so get ready for that scene, son.”- I bit my lips and nodded, as the waitress appeared with the champagne and glasses. 

- “To you, kids. And to love. I am more than sure you two will make each other very happy for a very long time.” 

Later that night, I was trying to catch my breath on (Y/N)’s bed. She was wrapped around my body, sweating and resting her head on my chest. I hugged her tight and kissed the top of her head as I felt her sigh and giggle for a moment.

- “What’s so funny, chipmunk?”

- “The fact you just made me call you daddy.”

- “You didn’t like that?’” 

- “Try to stop me from doing it again, daddy.”

- “You have to be a good girl first. Earn it.”- (Y/N) giggled and started leaving sloppy kisses on my chest, up to my neck until she reached my lips.

- “I promise I will be good for you, daddy.” 

- “You have to be good now and sleep. We still have to work tomorrow.”- and for a moment, we just lay on her bed in total bliss, listening to each other’s breathing. Until my sweet girlfriend sighed and looked at me.  

- “It’s scary.” 

- “What chipmunk?” 

- “The fact that everything is finally perfect.”- I smiled and kissed her nose, making sure I had her locked in my arms, safe and sound.  

- “Why is that scary?” 

- “I’m afraid something very bad is about to happen.” 

- “Don’t think that. Nothing bad will happen to you, or me, or anyone around us if I can help it.”- I kissed the top of her head and tried to be as soothing as possible.  

- “I just… I had never been so happy before.”- I could hear the embarrassment in her voice as she confessed her feelings.   

- “Me neither.”- I whispered and felt her kiss my neck in reassurance- “Maybe that’s what’s scary.” 

Little did we know things were weeks away to turn into the biggest and saddest mess we had ever faced before. 

- “Perhaps.”- (Y/N) made a pause and sighed- “I just don’t wanna lose you, honey bunny.” 

- “I promise you, you won’t, ma cherie.” 

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