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A muted shade of green ✧ Chapter 3: X marks the spot

genre: finally some fluff! still some angst, but some fluff too!

word count: 5804

pairing: reader x spencer reid

description: you need spencer back home. so spencer comes back home. simple as that.

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author's note: you folks are amazing! thank you so much for the support and I know this chapter is a bit duller (aka famous filler chapter) but y/n needs a break from pain and suffering all the time lol <3 if you want to join the taglist for this series, please let me know in the comments!

“She knows who I am.”

That is the sentence that sets off Plan B.

Spencer’s instructions are clear: call Penelope and go to the BAU. Office Kaper is to stay with you at all times until you enter the FBI and even then, he will personally deliver you to her caring hands, and for once, you don’t argue. In what has been a very dark past few days, you think that Penelope’s bright colours might do you well. “I have to close the shop,” You tell him on the phone, already changing from your sleeping shorts into some jeans, but keeping his hoodie. Right now, you’re not focused on appearances; you’re focused on getting the hell out of there.

“That’s fine, but keep Officer Kaper with you. Was the envelope delivered to my place?”

“No,” You breathe out, backpack on and ready to go. Nodding to man that has become your loyal companion, the two of you walk out of the building like any civilian couple. It’s unsettling, watching a man that is not Spencer wear his clothes, but he had to blend in so you two didn’t stand out.

“And he’s wearing my clothes?”

You turn to look at Officer Kaper and you snort despite the situation. “As best as he can, though he is considerably shorter than you, Spence.”

“You’re calling me Spence,” He says, and even his voice sounds a bit more at ease. Somehow, in the midst of this craziness, you two find time to ease back into what once was and you manage a small smile despite the anxiety rushing through you. “I missed that.”

“I miss you,” Is what you say back, and you blame it on the adrenaline of being outside, so open and vulnerable to prying eyes. “I… I feel safer when you’re here.”

“I know,” You swear you hear something skin to a smile on his voice. “I’m on my way back.”

“Yeah, in like three days,” Talking on the phone and closing your shop is no easy feat. You’re no genius and having to split your focus onto two different tasks is quite hard, but you manage. You don’t want to let him go yet, scared that one you can’t hear his voice, he’ll be as good as gone.

“No, I’m on the jet right now, I should be landing in an hour.”

You shouldn’t feel this happy about having Spencer come back this soon and probably in the middle of an active case, but when a psychotic killer starts sending you handwritten letters, you feel entitled to being a little selfish, even if guilt and anxiety are mixed it like the perfect emotional cocktail. “You didn’t have to,” You say, biting your nails when you finally grab everything you need and lock the door behind you. “Spence, I– thank you.”

“You need me home,” Is all he says before announcing he has to go.

The silence doesn’t make things easier. Now that you don’t have to split your mind in two to multitask, you can fixated on the fact that this is serious. This is quite serious– Cat Adams has just confirmed she knows you. She has also, however, confirmed she does not know where you are, and just like you told yourself before, you have to believe that there is something better than this out there. There is a moment in time, reserved and crafted by the sisters of fate, in which Cat Adams gets bored with you. You are no longer a struggling rat under the weight of her paws, and she is no longer entranced by how you try to wriggle out of maniacal grasp. In another moment, another sliver of an alternate reality, Cat never even finds out who you are. You like that reality a bit better, because then you also don’t know who she is, and the knowledge of her presence and her impact on Spencer’s life is as weightless as a feather.

While the city passes by you, the taxi ride to the FBI not as quick as you’d like with the early morning traffic, you allow yourself one more scenario. One more reality.

In this one, you live in an apartment with muted green walls. Your furniture is that fancy, dark shade of oak and you don’t have to keep your books on the store; instead, you have space to add them to your decoration. You have shelves and shelves of books lining your walls and you think you’ve never seen anything more beautiful than that place. The windows, large and usually covered by cream blinds, are open to allow some sunshine inside. In this reality, you’ve told Spencer all about the benefits of sunlight to your books– none of them true, of course, but he still pretends to believe you, and he still opens the windows before leaving for work. This time around, you dream big– in this alternate life, Spencer never even met Cat Adams. He never even applied to the FBI, in this odd, hallmark version of your story. It doesn’t really matter what he does, but all that matters is that you get to be with him. You get to wake up next to him, to talk to him, to call him… hell, you even get to kiss him!

This reality, as utopian as it seems, it’s fragile, though. Unrealistic. Spencer loves his job, you know that now. A world where you keep him from it can’t truly be a perfect world, not when he’d be so, so unhappy without his team standing next to him. “Ma’am,” Officer Kaper calls. “We’re here.”

“Oh!” Grabbing your backpack, you follow him inside, feeling a bit awkward at the way people started at your with puzzled looks on their faces. “Wait! Before you leave, this is for you! You mentioned your daughter likes stories and that she’s about five or so, so these should be fun!” Children’s book is one of your secret passions, and you’re happy to see him smiling as he looks through the titles.

“You really didn’t have to, Miss Y/L/N.”

“I really wanted to, though,” You smile. You need some light in your life as you walk those beige hallways. “Let me know if she wants more– her dad is a hero, so we have a special deal at the store for you.”

“I’ll tell little Jane that a very nice lady from work gave her new books then,” He says, nodding as Penelope rushes to your side. “Call me if you need anything else, Miss Y/L/N, I’m happy to help. If it makes you feel better, you’ve been dealing with this exceptionally well. It can’t be easy.”

The validation has you pursing your lips, trying to hold back the need to hug him. In no way, shape, or form are you two close– to be honest, this is the most you’ve spoken with Officer Kaper during the forty-eight hours you spent together; and yet, his opinion seems to mean something to you. Your hands hide behind your back and you exhale sharply, nodding at him, eyes glassing over with emotion. “Thank you,” You whisper, head whipping at the familiar sound of heels waddling down the hall. “I’ll uh, I’ll go… but thank you. For everything.”

He just nods, leaving with a wave and a smile.

“Either you joined the FBI since we last saw each other or this sweatshirt belongs to a certain genius man,” Penelope says, looking at you with the ghost of a smile. If you didn’t know any better,

“What? Oh. Yeah, I borrowed it from Spence,” You mumble, hands nervously fidgeting with your backpack. There isn’t much of anything inside, and you think you got flustered when you had Spencer on the phone telling you to get ready to go. All you remember is packing your toothbrush, a couple of books, and some underwear. “Oh, sweet girl,” Penelope sighs, her arm light on your shoulders, guiding you through those horrid halls. You think you hate the FBI headquarters more than you hate Cat Adams, and that is saying something. “Everything will be okay. Boy genius is on it, and he’ll figure this out in no time.”

“Seven days is quite a lot of time,” It’s not fair, how your words make her frown, but you have no one else. The words tumble out of your mouth before you can control them because this is what you’ve been dying to do since you first left that goddamned office, seven fucking days ago. And that is your regret– not talking to Spencer when you had the chance, not letting him talk to you, not… not letting him be therefor you. “God, seven days is a lot– it’s a whole week! I don’t know what you believe in, but if you’re Catholic, God created the Earth in seven days and– well, six days and Sunday he rested, but honestly, semantics. And it’s a whole week, one-fourth of a month. Seven days, and– and–“

“I am not judging you, because I am the biggest yapper of this team,” Penelope cuts right in, hand up in the air between you two. “But you need to breathe. I know seven days is a lot. And I hate that you’re in a position that you feel like you need to count the days. But there are no better people to have on your corner than this team. I promise you, Y/N, and– look!” She shakes her phone in front of your face. “Lover boy just landed! He’ll be here soon, so for now, please sit down and drink some tea?”

The door in the end of many, many hallways later is her office. You don’t really understand the juxtaposition of Penelope Garcia, and that’s okay– you might not understand her, but at least, with her, it feels like what you see is what you get. She wears her authenticity on her sleeve and you actually feel at ease around her because of it. There is not an ounce of ambiguity, not a shred of secrecy coming from her. She looks at you– really looks at you– and in her eyes you know how she feels. Penelope, unlike the rest of the team, is not a trained profiler, and even though you are quite limited in your knowledge of what exactly a profiler like Morgan and JJ does, the internet provided you with enough general background that you know just how… proficient… they are in hiding their own selves from the world. Apparently it’s a part of the job, but at one point, you have to wonder just how intrinsic is the job and their overall selves, and if when Spencer comes back home, does he leaves the job behind or is he always on the clock?

“Here, it chamomile,” The mug is bright pink and purple, and despite the room being dark and cold, you see how she has made it her own. The figurines and stickers on the screens around you make you smile weakly, sipping on the tea while sitting down next to her. Her screens are locked, and you are thankful for that– it makes you feel like at least someone is trying to separate you and the world you never wanted to know existed. “How are you feeling?”

You shrug a little, finger running around the rim of the cup. “I… I’m scared. And this feels really stupid, you know? It’s not even about me, but I’m the one kicking a fuss about everything,” Shaking your head, you let out a big exhale, like you have been holding it in for the longest time. “All because of a silly crush, oh my god…”

“Wait… Wha– What…?”

“I know,” You laugh at yourself, that type of chuckle that is so dry and void that even you worry. Underneath it all, underneath all the anger and the confusion and the disbelief, you think you just feel… dumb. You feel stupid. Like you’ve played yourself, and poor Spencer doesn’t even know. “How stupid am I? Getting a serial killer on my back, all because I liked a boy? And it’s not even like he likes me back, so this is all just… so fucked up. I wish I could go visit her and tell her that I don’t have Spencer, not like how she thinks I do.”

“You like Reid?” Her smile is so big that her voice comes out all weird and squeaky. “You actually have a crush on little boy genius?”

“I–“ The hesitation in your voice is obvious. “I did. Spence is just so kind. And gentle, and loving, and he has this huge heart, you know? He used to bring me coffee every day he visited, and he would tell me all these really cool facts about the most random things, and I swear, I loved listening to him talk.” Without even realising, you’re smiling, wide and true, for what it felt like the first time in forever. You bring your legs up on the chair, hugging your knees close just to feel that sense of security it brings you, grounding you in the moment. The memories of your time with him, your favourite customer, are precious to you; and much like old time treasure, you hide it in the depths of your mind, away and untouched by prying hands of people around you.

Except, Cat Adams found your map.

And X marks the spot.

It’s just a matter of time until she finds the golden chest and picks at the lock.

Slowly, your smile slips away. “But now… now things changed, you know?” You gulp, not having the capacity to face the pitiful look she gives you without crying. And you’re tired of crying.

“You didn’t change. Reid didn’t change, he’s still the same kind and gentle and loving man…!” You’re almost swayed by the desperation behind her voice. Penelope is a great friend and you can’t believe you were once jealous of her, but even then, you grimace. It’s not like you don’t want to let yourself be guided by these feelings– you want to let the butterflies loose, you want to allow yourself the giddiness of being with him, you want to have this quintessential girlhood experience, but the threat looming over your head pushes you down and away. You’re scared and you have all the reason to be.

“Haven’t I?” You ask, cocking your head to the side. “Anyways, at the risk of sounding like a middle schooler, it’s not like he likes me either.”

“Y/N, he– he’s different,” Penelope whispers, reaching for your hand. “He’s afraid of germs and rambles a lot and he’s been hurt before, but please, if you just give him a shot, I think you could be really good for him.”

“How would you know?” You’re not trying to be rude, you even smile a little, but the question stood– how would she know? You two had very limited interactions.

“Because he talks a lot about you, and… well,” She confesses, chuckling like she had just done something naughty. When she points at the screens though, you gasp. “I know more about you thank you think.”

That makes your blood run cold. “You– what– what did you find out?”

“Not as much as I could’ve!” She quickly promises, turning to the screen and quickly pulling up a file. The first thing you see is your driver’s license, and you wince at the picture. “This is all I managed to get before Reid put a ban on me!”

“He put a ban on you looking me up?”

“Yes, he said he didn’t want to cheat and that he wanted to wait for you to tell him whatever you wanted to tell him,” Her words come out so fast you barely understand them, but it still tugs at your heart. “He said you didn’t know who he was because you didn’t know he worked for the FBI, and I tried telling him that’s not all he is! I did, but Reid is a stubborn, stubborn genius and wouldn’t listen to me! But he is, Y/N, he is much more than this job and–“

“I know that,” You whisper, eyes running through the documents on the screen. Degrees, past addresses, old jobs, family… and past relationships. Your body tenses up at the small list of names, one in particular making you gulp, glancing quickly at Penelope. “This is all, right? You… you didn’t dig more, right?”

“Yes, this is all! I promise! To be very honest, I could find anything I wanted, but as I mentioned, I’ve been banished and threatened with a long, long lecture on privacy laws.”

Her words echo in your mind for a moment, eyes unmoving from the bright screens. “Anything?”

Penelope looks at your with hesitation. “Anything that has been online, yeah. Why?”

Sitting back down, you take a deep breath and nod. “Show me Cat Adams.”

“Oh… Oh, Y/N, no, no no no, I can’t–“

“Yes, you can! You just said you can find anything and, honestly how hard would it be for me to pick up my phone and Google her? If the FBI made the arrest, I’m sure media has picked it up!” Before you can even reach for the device, Penelope is grabbing it, hiding it behind her. “Penelope, please! This woman wants to kill me, I deserve to know what she looks like!”

Your voice is hushed, the undertone of desperation seeping through every word. “What if she gets out?”

“Y/N, she has a life sentence, she’ll never get out.”

“You don’t know that!” This is what scares Penelope, the way you screech in panic, hands flying to the neck of the hoodie and tugging it away from you like you need it to breathe. “You don’t know that and I need to know what she looks like! Please, Penelope, I’m begging you!”

The tension in the room is palpable, but you know you got through her when she sighed. “I’m doing this for your protection,” It’s more like she’s talking to herself, so all you do is nod quietly, getting up and walking to the back of her chair. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” You are holding your breath while you squeeze the back of her chair, trying to keep yourself upright for a moment that could easily throw off your balance.

In all honesty, you are not sure what you’re expecting. The little you know about black widow killers comes from a fictional world of made up characters, a place where the fantastical magic of made up stories meets the trauma ridden lives of turbulent characters. In them, these killers are beautiful. In fact, their beauty is their weapon, right before their grace and intelligence. It’s almost sick, how you remember liking those stories so much you once called it ‘a form of female empowerment’, and just thinking about it has your stomach tied in a bunch of knots, each one pulling and tugging at you in a rhythm that is too chaotic to not have you hunched over, panting next to Penelope like the photo she pulls up on her computer has just punched you in the gut.

Because despite all your silent prayers, Cat Adams, in her orange jumpsuit and messy prison hair, is gorgeous. It’s something about her eyes, so cold and distant, yet holding an invitation that even you might not be able to resist. Is this how she draws men in? Is this how she drew Spencer? “I–“

“Garcia, what are you doing?!”

Both of your turn around at the same time, both of you shocked at the sight of Spencer, in all his sweater vest glory and red face anger, marching towards you both. “Take it down.”

You have never heard him sound so cold. “Spence, I asked her to pull it up. I was curious.”

“She should’ve known better, she’s an FBI agent!” Now he is screaming, and you can’t help but feel overcome with a familiar type of shame. Part of you, a specific part you left back in New York, expects him to to keep screaming. It’s the part of you that unconsciously pushes the tea mug away. It’s the part of you that looks at the door and feels relieved to see it unlocked. It’s the part of you you’ve been hiding from him and everyone else you met since you’ve moved.

It’s the part of you Spencer just noticed.

“I’m sorry,” He says, squinting his eyes at your so quickly it’s almost imperceptible. Almost. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have screamed, I’m just–“

“On edge,” You whisper, nodding in agreement. “We all are, Spence. Don’t scream at her, please.”

“I know, I know, I’m really sorry,” This is more like him– shy eyes casted down between glances here and there. “I just don’t want you wasting your time on someone like her. She doesn’t deserve it.”

No one says anything for a while. Until you notice it.

“Spence,” You mumble, smiling a little in an attempt to ease the high emotions in the room. “You cut your hair.” It’s shorter now. His shaggy curls still peek out, but it looks more… grown, even if it enhances his boyish charm.

“I did,” He mumbles, blushing a little. For a second, he looks at Penelope, like he’s asking her what to say and what to do. “It was getting too long.”

“It looks really good.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” God, you love when his voice gets low and airy like that. Garcia is looking between you two with a certain kind of spark in her eyes and it makes you shift on your feet. “Uh, shall we go home?”

“You’re going back to your apartment?”

“Yeah, Officer Kaper said that the letter came with the batch of mail they got from Y/N’s apartment, so it’s safe to assume she has no knowledge of her current whereabouts,” Spencer picks up your backpack without even asking, smiling at you innocently. “I reviewed the security footage you sent of my apartment entrance and there is no suspicious activity happening during the days I was gone. And, well, you know, I’m here now. She’s safe.”

No one will ever understand the amount of relief you feel in that exact moment. “Thank you for coming back.”

“You need me home,” Is all he says before guiding you away. When you turn to say bye to Penelope, she is smirking, giving you two thumbs up and a giggle. In the midst of all this mess, you actually feel happy to have someone allowing you to enjoy a moment of silliness. “Are you okay? Do you feel a bit better?”

“Now that you’re back, yeah,” You sigh, sticking close to him as you pass by a group of agents. “Officer Kaper is really sweet, but he’s not you, he’s not–“

“Familiar,” Spencer says, but you shake your head.

“He’s not my friend.”

“And I am?” The hope in his eyes crushes your heart. You never meant to make him feel like you had left him behind, but you know you have pushed him away when he tried to stand by you.

No more.

“You are, Spence,” You breathe out, hand gently falling on his arm and squeezing it adoringly. “You’re my favourite customer and I guess now you’re my living room-mate. But you should really sleep in your bed tonight, okay?” The joke is just an attempt to make him smile, and you’re happy to see it works.

“Will you sleep next to me?”

His question is not that unexpected, really, but it still makes you freeze in place. “Uh… What… What do you mean?”

“Sleep next to me,” His bluntness doesn’t help with the way your cheeks fire up. “I know you’re scared, so if you’re next to me, I’ll be watching over you at all times. I’m a light sleeper, so even if something happens, I’ll wake up. We can put pillows between us, if the thought of me that close to you makes you uncomfortable and–“

“It doesn’t,” You say before you can give up on it. “I just… I know you’re a germaphobe and I don’t know how many germs can be shared when you sleep next to someone and I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Actually, when you sleep next to someone, there is an exchange of bacteria and skin microbes when we turn and move around, but your brain compensates by releasing the ‘happy’ hormones because you’re sleeping next to someone you care about, so I wouldn’t mind the former much considering we would wake up pretty content.”

Someone you care about. You hold your tongue back from asking him if he cares about you– at this point, you should know he does. You shouldn’t need the reassurance, as nice as it would feel to have it, but you really, really want it. In a time where everything is uncertain, you pray so that Spencer can be your constant. “Okay,” You nod, hand slowly slipping down his arm, brushing yours fingers through his, before letting it go altogether. Looking down to the ground, embarrassed with your own courage, you follow him out of the building. “The subway is that way.”

“We’re getting a taxi,” He mumbles, signalling one down as he spoke. “I don’t think public spaces with that much visibility are a good idea for now. I don’t want you paranoid, Y/N, but I need you to be careful, okay? Subways, buses, all of these get crowded and they have a large amount of surveillance. We still can’t figure out how Cat found out where you live or who is her connection that got your name through the UPS delivery, but we’re not stopping until we do, I promise you that. For now, we just ask that you be careful around people.”

“I work with people. I have to talk to them to sell them stuff… I can’t lose my store, it’s all I have!” The two of you turn to face each other on the back of the car. He is shaking his head before you can even continue, and when you feel it, the warmth of his hands covering yours, so much bigger and steadier to the point that is like he’s holding your fists in his palms, you hold your breath.

“You won’t,” He whispers, shaking his head so gently that wisps of hair fall over his forehead and you have to fight the urge to push it back. “Y/N, you won’t. We’ll figure something out, okay?”

“Okay,” The trust you have in Spencer is enough to have you nodding along. Until the car stops in front of his apartment, he doesn’t let go of your hand, and you make no effort in letting go of his.

It’s only when it’s time to pay for the ride that you pull away, faster than him in getting the money to the driver. “Hey!”

“Be faster next time, boy genius,” You say, smiling tiredly while walking next to him through the hallways of his building until you reach Apartment 23. Using your key in front of him, the one he gave you when he went away, feels weird and oddly intimate. “Do you want this back?”

“Keep it,” Spencer says, giving you his trademark tight-lipped smile. The way his shoulders sag a little as soon as he is inside the familiar apartment has you frowning. He is exhausted, tired from flying and rushing through the city, but he still made the effort to come get you at the BAU. “What do you want for dinner? We can get some pizza.”

“I have leftovers in the fridge,” You mumble, suddenly too out of place in the apartment you know at the palm of your hand. Standing in the entrance, you just look at him, watching him walk around the apartment so carelessly and you wonder if Spencer knows just how meaningful it is for you to have him back home. “I bought groceries, don’t worry, I didn’t use any of your food or anything like that.”

“I wasn’t worried, but now I am. I told you to be comfortable Y/N.”

“I am…” You mumble, moving to sit down on the armchair.

Under his watchful gaze, you’re not sure how much Spencer can get out of your behaviour right now. It’s a bit sad that you’re even thinking about this so consciously, observing him as he observes you right back. You know you will never win a battle of wits against the genius across the room, but no ones knows you better than yourself and that is currently your only leverage in this entire situation. But… why do you even need leverage? What is this war you have started with yourself and pulled poor Spencer in without even letting him know? The blanket you adore so much is right by your feet and you pull it up to cover your whole body, all the way up to your face. At this point, you don’t want him reading you because you’re afraid of what he will find. Specially because you don’t know what he will find.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” When he sits on the corner of the chair, your body dips to the side, rolling closer to him. “Are you hiding?”

“Yeah.”

“And why are you hiding?”

“Because you’re an avid reader,” Even you want to cringe at your own words. “And I’m not really sure what story I’m telling, right now.”

His laughter takes you by surprise– this has to be the loudest you’ve heard Spencer be. “Y/N, what are you talking about? I’m not going to read you!”

“Spencer, you can’t help it! It’s what you do– I see the way you look at me, okay? I know what you’re doing, and I have to say I am not a fan!”

With one tug on the blanket, your face is exposed again with hair all over it. But then you see his smile, and it looks so honest and happy, like a version of him you thought you had left behind days ago. “You think I’m reading you?”

“Are you not?” You ask, sitting up to try and look at him with a serious expression.

“No, Y/N, I’m not looking at you because I’m reading you.”

There are moments in your life, unique and specific in their own credits, that you are sure you will never forget. The day you decided to leave New York is one of them– you bought tickets last minute and left with only a rucksack you found in the back of your closet. On the way to the airport, you called your parents, waking them up at three in the morning to tell them they were going to need to ship your stuff to a PO box address. Y/N, where are you going?, your mom cried out. What is going on? To which all you said was I’ll tell you when I can, before hanging up and throwing your SIM card out of the window.

Opening your store was high in the list too. Not the day that you conceptualised it or rented the place– the day you truly opened it. The day your first customer, your favourite customer, walked in, that’s the day you truly opened the place. The day he bought a book and promised to come back again.

Of course there are other dates, too; simpler dates. Birthdays, christmases, random family dinners. The small things that build-up to be big memories. But then there are the big things that are even bigger memories, and you’re intimidated, with the size of it all. It’s too big, too tall, and when you fall, it might just be high enough to break all your bones, but not kill you completely. No… that would be too merciful.

This– Cat Adams, Spencer, the box– this is not just big.

This is huge.

In comparison, tonight is not all that big. In fact, his living room feels quite small now that both of you are back inside. The green walls descend and it’s just you and him, squeezed close in an arm chair you both love, surrounded by books you both love, and you still can’t help but feel afraid. This is as small as it gets, as monotonous as it gets, and yet, this is the most scared you’ve ever felt, because no matter what you do, it’s like you can’t stop climbing– you go higher, higher, higher. His words, replaying in your mind, keep pushing you up, without any regard of how you’ll ever come down.

Truthfully, you don’t want to come down, even if he brings you down gently.

“Then… why do you stare at me, Spence?”

He doesn’t answer you, shaking his head slightly before looking away and clearing his throat. Uncomfortableness doesn’t look good on him, and that is saying something, coming from the one person who thinks everything looks good on him. “I uh, I’ll heat up some of those leftovers. Shall I get you some, too?”

Spencer might the profiler, but you are still able to read the blooming colour in his cheeks. “Yeah,” You say softly, I would love some, Spence.”

Dinner with him is peaceful. You’re learning how to live this new life with a plus one. You learn his habits and his quirks– you learn that he likes to put ketchup on his pizza and that he drowns his coffee in sugar. That despite his immense IQ, he still can’t quite cook for himself– or prefers not doing so. That he made sure his cleaning lady came during the times he was away to avoid small talk and human contact. You learn, through a lot of trials and a lot of success, that you are his one exception.

For you, Spencer is malleable, and he has no qualms in moulding himself to your needs, except… except you don’t want him to do that. You don’t want him to be someone he’s not and you don’t want the Spencer you know and adore to be someone curated just for you.

“I’ll go take a shower and change into some comfortable clothes,” He says after he finishes eating. “Thank you for the food.”

“No problem.”

“And Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“You can keep that hoodie. You look good in it.”

Just like that, you chuckle, shaking your head when he disappears behind the bedroom door. If Cat Adams has the map to your past memories, Spencer Reid has the map to your future ones.

X marks the spot.

And for him there is no lock to pick– the door is wide open.

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sumbarbietingz · 4 months ago

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Burning Desires

You start working for Toji Zenin, the famous CEO of Zenin Inc. But your relationship won't stay professional for too long as attraction comes in the way

Chapter 1 : Welcome to Zenin Inc.

CEO!Toji x black!fem character

The series contains : smut (dom!toji, age diff, degradation and praise kink, choking, hair pulling, rough sex, foreplay, boundage, squirting, creampie and breeding kink) fluff, angst (mention of SA, violence, mental health issues, mention of teenage pregnancy, mention of death)

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You can see the nword sometimes too lol.

Mazikeen is a talented and hardworking individual who has applied for a position as Toji Zenin’s new secretary. She's confident and articulate, with a sharp mind and an ability to keep things organized and running smoothly. It's the day of Maze's job interview, and she's feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement as she walks into Toji's office building. He’s a wealthy and successful businessman and Zenin Inc. is a prestigious company who’s worth billions of dollars. She's also heard rumors about him being a difficult boss and a tough negotiator, but she's determined to make a good impression and land the job.

As she steps into Toji's office for the interview, she's taken aback by his intimidating presence. He's sitting behind his desk, looking every bit the powerful CEO he is. He gestures for her to sit down in the chair opposite him, his eyes never leaving hers. ‘I knew he was hot but GODDAMN HE’S A GOD!’ Is what she’s thinking deep down as she takes a seat. She can smell his expensive cologne from where she’s sitting, the perfume intoxicating her senses.

"So, you're here to apply for the position of my secretary," Toji says, his voice low and gravelly. "What makes you think you're qualified for this job?"

Maze feels butterflies in her stomach once she hears his voice. This man is already affecting her after a single sentence and a few seconds of entering his office. Takes a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before speaking. "Sir, I have experience in administrative work, excellent organizational skills, and a strong work ethic," she says confidently. "I also can handle confidential information discreetly."

Toji raises an eyebrow, clearly impressed by her confident tone. "I see" he says, leaning back in his chair. "And what do you know about the demands of this job? It's not just about pencil-pushing and answering phone calls. It requires a great deal of multitasking and the ability to handle stressful situations with composure."

Maze nods, already mentally prepared for his questions. "I fully understand the demands of the job. I'm able to work under pressure, prioritize tasks, and manage multiple projects at once. I know how to deal with difficult situations and maintain a level head even in challenging circumstances."

Toji studies her for a moment, his eyes never leaving her face. He can see the determination and confidence in her expression, and it's admirable. "You seem capable" his tone less cold than before. "But being a secretary requires a certain level of trust and loyalty. Can I trust you to keep my private affairs confidential?"

"Absolutely, sir" Maze responds immediately. "Your privacy and the confidential nature of your work are of the utmost importance to me. I assure you that I would never betray your trust or disclose any sensitive information without your explicit permission."

Toji nods, seemingly satisfied with her response. "Good. But being my secretary also means that you'll be working closely with me, attending meetings and events by my side. Are you prepared for that kind of exposure and scrutiny?"

Maze nods confidently again. "I'm prepared to be a visible member of your team and represent you in public settings. I'm good with people and have the ability to handle any inquiries or interactions with finesse and professionalism."

Toji leans forward, his eyes narrowing slightly. "This job also requires a significant amount of travel. Are you willing to accompany me on business trips, often at short notice and often to different time zones?"

Maze doesn’t answer directly, she hesitates and Toji notices that.

"What’s the problem?"

Maze takes a deep breath before replying "Nothing sir."

See the thing is, Toji has a liar detector test for a brain. He knows something is going on. So he picks back up her resume, and reads it while talking to her

"Do you have maybe family members to take care of or something?" He notices her birth date. 22 years old? She’s basically a baby. How come she already has so many experiences?

Maze nods "I got a daughter."

His eyes widen slightly. She’s a mom? He would’ve never guessed "How old is she?"

"She’s 7" Maze replies

Toji keeps his composure but he’s genuinely shocked to learn that she has a 7 yo while being so young. A lot of things become more clear now. "I see. Just so you know, the company provides services for the parents. Such as babysitting and long-term babysitting for the employees who have to travel. And don’t worry, all our babysitters are licensed and pros."

Maze feels a wave of relief once she hears that, even though she doesn’t like the idea of leaving her daughter to someone else for more than a day. But she knows she needs this job. "I’m glad to hear that. I’m prepared to travel whenever and wherever you need me. I understand the importance of flexibility and being able to adapt to new surroundings quickly." She responds confidently now

Toji leans back in his chair, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He's impressed by her responses, her confidence and determination, and her willingness to adapt to his demanding schedule despite having a child. "Very well. You seem to be a capable candidate. But there's one more thing I need to know..." He leans forward, his eyes intense as they lock with hers. "You need to be able to handle me," he says, his tone serious. "I'm not an easy person to work for. I'm demanding, and I have little patience for excuses or mistakes. Are you prepared for that?"

Maze doesn't waver under his intense gaze, her confidence unwavering. "I understand the nature of your expectations, sir. And I'm more than prepared to handle the demands of the job and the challenges that come with working for you. I'm not one to back down from a challenge."

Toji studies her for another moment, his eyes searching hers for any hint of doubt. But all he sees is determination and confidence staring back at him. He can't help the flicker of satisfaction he feels as he leans back in his chair. "You have a strong spirit. I like that."

"Thank you, sir" Maze responds, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "I believe determination and perseverance are important qualities for any job, but especially for being your secretary."

Toji nods, a hint of admiration in his eyes. "Alright, then," he says, folding his hands on his desk. "I think I've seen enough. The HR department will contact you for an update."

Maze nods, standing up from her seat. "Thank you for your time, sir," she says while gathering her things. "It's been a pleasure speaking with you." She leaves his office, the sounds of her heels resonating in the room

Toji watches as she turns to leave, his eyes lingering on her figure for a moment before she disappears out the door. There's something about her that intrigues him, her determination and confidence, unlike anyone he's met before. But his thoughts go back to her age and her child. So many things pop up in his mind. Was she reckless and didn’t protect herself? Did the birth control fail? Did her parents pressure her to keep the baby? Or maybe she wanted to face the consequences of her actions and not run away? Or maybe she couldn’t get an abortion? So many theories come and go until a phone call breaks him out of his reverie.

A few days later Maze is at work, getting restless since the HR department still hasn’t called her back yet. She eventually thinks that she didn’t convince Toji and that she’ll have to forget about this opportunity. As she keeps typing on her computer, her phone buzzes, but she doesn’t recognize the number. She picks up.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Mazikeen Washington?" a pleasant voice on the other end of the line inquired.

"Yes it is." She says curiously

"Great, I'm calling from the Human Resources department of Zenin Incorporated. We have an update for you regarding your recent job interview with Mr. Toji Zenin."

"Oh, um, yes. I'm listening," Maze says, her heart racing even faster now. It’s the call she had been waiting for all week.

"We're pleased to inform you that your interview went very well," the HR representative said. "Mr. Zenin was very impressed with you and has personally requested that you join his team as his new secretary."

Maze gasp, her eyes widening in surprise, she feels a burst of excitement "Really?"

"Yes, he does" the HR representative confirmes. "Mr. Zenin was very enthusiastic about your qualifications and your confidence during the interview. He feels that you would be a valuable addition to his team."

"I, um, wow…" Maze stutters, still trying to process the news. "This is... unexpected. But, I mean, I'm honored. l'd be happy to accept the position."

"Excellent, we just need to finalize some paperwork and arrange a start date. Would you be available to come to our office sometime this week to sign the necessary documents?"

Maze replies, her mind spinning with with excitement "Yes, of course, when would be convenient for you? I'm free anytime."

"How about tomorrow afternoon around 2 p.m.? That way, we can get all the paperwork taken care of and you can start the job as soon as possible." She suggests

"Tomorrow afternoon works perfectly I’ll be there at 2 p.m." she agrees

"Great, we’ll see you then. And congratulations on your new position, Ms. Washington."

"Thank you so much," Maze says, her voice filled with gratitude. "I'm looking forward to joining Mr. Zenin's team."

She ends the call, and Maze stands there for a moment, trying to digest the news. She couldn’t believe it - she had gotten the job. She’s going to be working directly for Toji Zenin, the handsome and intimidating CEO who had captivated her thoughts for days.2 months later, Maze adapted to her new workplace at Zenin Incorporate. She's cordial with the majority of her colleagues, but the one she started being friends with outside of work is Jay (Jayna) Malone. These two are basically twins. Regarding her job, everything is going smoothly. The paycheck is good, she got to spend time with Nya her daughter, her duties are not as exhausting as she expected them to be, and as for Toji... there's definitely something going on in the air. She notices the way his hand lingers a bit too long when he gives her some files, she notices the way he looks for eye contact when he comes into the building when the entire lobby goes quiet in his presence, this tension whenever he calls her in his office or when he comes in hers... Trusting Jay enough she talked about all these small details and Jay came to the conclusion Maze thinks deep down herself: he's attracted to her. Maze being the reasonable one still thinks this is all in their head and even if he is attracted to her, nothing will happen, because after all, well, he's her boss. Jay being the wild and reckless friend tells her to go for it anyway. Because he’s ‘hot as fuck, rich as fuck, built like a brick wall and he prolly fuck good’. Horny bitch.

It’s Friday and per usual Maze is answering phone calls, doing Excel spreadsheets, and planning Toji’s schedule, when she hears the door knocking.

"Come in!"

The door opens and Toji comes inside her office. He’s wearing that black suit that’s almost too tight for his muscular body. He smells like that usual expensive cologne that drives Maze crazy.

"Come in my office," He says, his voice indicating that it’s an order

She nods "Yes Mr Zenin." She’s used to his demanding tone, he warned her about it after all. She stands up and follows him outside. His office is right next to hers so it takes her 10 seconds to be there. She opens the door and comes in, his large and organized desk, his red velvet sofa on the corner and the large windows that offer a beautiful view of the city, greeting her per usual.

But her heart skips a beat once she hears the sound of the door being locked. She swallows and slowly turns around, noticing something different in Toji’s expression. It’s not his usual nonchalant and composed look, it’s darker… and lustful. He has his hands in his pockets as he slowly approaches her, like a predator ready to jump on its prey. "You feel it too don’t you."

She slowly walks back, her heart beating like crazy. "Feel what Mr Zenin?"

He rolls his eyes as he keeps approaching you. "You know damn well what I’m talking about. This tension whenever we’re alone. I know you feel it as much as I do."

She keeps walking back slowly. God, he’s right, but she didn’t want to admit it. Of course, she feels it too. This consuming need to kiss him senseless, to be taken by him anywhere he wanted, those butterflies in her stomach whenever the two of them made eye contact in the middle of a reunion. She felt everything. "I don’t know what you’re talking about Mr Zenin."

"Don’t lie to me Maze. I see the way you look at me. The eye contacts we keep making."

She suddenly feels his desk hitting the back of her thighs, her heart beats so fast she feels like it might burst out of her chest. She can feel herself breathing a bit faster. "I…"

Toji is now in her personal space. He puts his hands on the edge of the desk to cage her. He can feel her sweet vanilla perfume filling his nostrils and her body heat radiating. Maze bites her lip at the proximity, she can feel his hard chest against her own. He’s so intoxicating. He comes closer to her face, his warm breath caressing her lips

"Tell me Maze. Tell me you don’t feel anything. Tell me you don’t want me, and I won’t insist." He says his voice deep, almost a whisper.

"Mr Zenin… I… we… we can’t…" she says whispering, her mind yelling at her to say no, but her body telling her to say yes.

Toji chuckles and caresses her jawline with his finger, the touch sending shivers down her spine "I’m the boss sweetheart, besides that’s not what I asked. I want a clear answer." He responds, his voice soft yet firm. He’s now licking her lower lip, causing her to whimper softly. Her body is in heat, she can’t take it anymore.

"Say it Maze. Say you want me as much as I want you"

Maze feels like she’s being tented by the devil, like she’s Eve, and the snake is telling her to eat the forbidden fruit while whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She lets a shaky breath as she finally answers

"I… I want yo- mmph!" She barely has time to answer that Toji crashes his lips against hers with a loud groan, relieved he can finally taste her. He holds her by her jaw as he kisses her freveletly. Maze moans against his mouth, she sits on his desk and wraps her legs around his hips, feeling his arousal against hers. The kiss is heated, it’s a mess of tongues dancing together, moans and groans. Toji keeps his mouth against hers while he clumsily takes of his vest, so does Maze with her own. She removes her heals with her feet and her hands run on Toji’s chest, feeling his hard defined muscles under her fingers. Toji groans and leaves her lips to attack her neck, leaving kisses and love bites on it. Maze moans while unbuttoning his shirt. Once she’s done she helps Toji taking it off and finally sees the beauty that was hidden behind these expensive Zegna and Versace suits. She caresses his chest in lust and admiration, feeling his muscles flexing.

"My turn." Before Maze can say anything he lifts her shirt and pushes her on the desk, so he can take her breast in his mouth, humming as he suckles on her brown nipples while massaging her tits. She moans and feels her panties getting wetter and wetter by his ministrations "Mmm… Mr Zenin…"

"I think we’re past the point of formalities here. Call me Toji." He says between suctions. Maze nods while breathing heavily, feeling excited but also a bit embarrassed to call her boss by his name. But oh well he’s getting breastfed by her so embarrassment should be the least of her concerns. "O-okay… Toji" she breathes out

"Mmm, that’s it, sweetheart. Much better. I wanna hear you moan my name, not Mr Zenin" he grinds his bulge against her core, already impatient to be inside her. Maze hisses in pleasure from all the sensations "Fuck… mmh keep sucking on my tits while you rub your dick on my clit…"

Toji chuckles "You don’t get to tell me what to do darling" Then he stops, causing her to whine in protest. He grabs her by the throat and lifts her back up. "I’m still your boss remember? And I want you to do everything I ask you to do without discussing my orders, even now. Understood?"

Maze didn’t realize how much she loved being controlled like this until now. She bites her lip and nods eagerly "Anything you want Toji~"

"Good girl." He takes a step back and brings Maze closer to him by her neck. "Kneel." He says, his voice deep and dominating, indicating no back talk will be allowed. Maze nods and slowly gets on her knees, her eyes not leaving his.

Seeing her on her knees for him, looking at him with this needy expression on her face turns Toji on Even more. He has imagined it multiple times but seeing the real thing is better than anything. "Undress me then suck my cock."

Maze feels like a pool has formed between her legs. She can’t wait to finally have him in her mouth, so she quickly unbuckles his pants and undress him. And once she pulls his boxers down, she almost moans at the sight that greets her. This man couldn’t be more perfect. His length is huge and veiny, leaving a very small amount of pubic hair, and his balls are big. She lifts her skirt and starts rubbing her clit as she gets ready to lick the tip. But Toji’s grip on her neck tightens a bit. "Ah ah ah sweetheart. Don’t touch yourself. You’re not allowed to do that yet"

She whines again "But Toji I wanna-" She gets cut off with a gasp as she feels his grip tightening more, "I said. Don’t. Touch. Yourself." His voice is deeper, making it clear that he won’t allow disobedience.

She nods quickly and removes her hand to place both of them on his hips for balance, as she starts licking his cock. Toji groans softly and lets go of her neck to place his hand behind her head, his fingers playing with her tight curls. "Mmh… that’s it baby"

It doesn’t take long for Maze to suck his dick like a starving woman. She spits on it, gags and chokes on it, lets the drool flow on her chest, and makes sure to exaggerate every sound that comes out of her, meanwhile Toji groans in pleasure as he tightens his grip on her hair. "Fuck… you’re so good…" He loves how she’s behaving like a pornstar and how she’s feasting on him like he’s her last meal. "You look so slutty while sucking me. You look like you enjoy it too" he chuckles

Maze removes his length from her mouth, letting out a ragged exhale "Yes… so much…" She then licks and sucks his balls while stroking him. Toji grunts then grabs her by the hair and pulls her head back, admiring her mouth covered in spit, her brown and pink lips swollen, her runny nose and teary eyes. He bites his lip at the view, she looks so perfect, messy for him.

"Go lay on the desk" Maze nods and immediately obeys him, she’s shivering in anticipation. Toji stands between her legs and lifts her skirt up to her stomach, not bothering to take it off. He takes off her panties throws them somewhere and admires her body. She’s stunning. Her brown little pussy was already so wet and ready for him, her curvy body on display for him. She’s perfect. He grabs her thighs and slowly lowers his head. "You’re beautiful." Is the last thing he says before licking her wet core.

Maze lets out a deep moan, her aching clit finally gets some attention, and it feels so good. She runs her fingers through his hair and with her other hand she grips the desk. He’s a real pro. He knows where to lick and suck, how to make her moan louder and make her grip his hair harder. He also spits on her clit, he wants it to be messy. Toji grunts once he feels the way her hips start riding his face. But once again, he’s the one in control, so he grabs her hips tightly and pins them back firmly on the desk to show her she’s not in charge. But Maze loves it. She loves the way Toji dominates her and he knows that. He keeps eating her pussy up and down, left and right, wanting to generate more of those sweet moans. She starts breathing heavily, her legs are shaking, and she feels the orgasm coming. "T-toji im gonna cum…" Then Toji inserts two fingers in her gummy walls, folding them inside her, and moves them back and forth while he licks and sucks her clit. That does it for Maze. She cries out and sees stars as she feels the wave of her orgasm crushing her. Toji moans when he hears the beauty of her moan, he wants more, so much more from her.

He takes his fingers out, lifts his head, and sees a look of pure bliss on her face, her eyes are half-lidded and she’s panting hard. He grabs her by the throat again and kisses her so she can taste herself. She moans against his mouth and passes her tongue on his lower lip. Toji breaks the kiss and brings the fingers he used to finger her into her mouth. Maze doesn’t hesitate and sucks on his fingers, humming while looking him in the eyes. "Mmm… you’re such a naughty little secretary." She nods while she keeps sucking. He removes his fingers and pushes her back on the desk. She knows what’s coming and she can’t wait, even though she’s still sensitive from the orgasm.

He grabs his dick and rubs her pussy lips with the tip. Without wasting another second, he slides inside of her, which causes her to gasp and let out a long moan of pleasure and pain from his girth. "T-toji... you're stretching me.." He only chuckles as he moves his hips slowly but deeply. "That's the point. I want your pussy to be able to only take my dick and mine alone. I'm gonna fucking ruin you, sweetheart. You want that?" She's so lost in the pleasure that she simply agrees with him. "Yes... yes... ruin me..."

He groans and grabs her hips "Good girl, now shut up and take it." After that, he goes faster and harder, which makes the desk rock hard. Maze is completely lost in ecstasy. He's stretching her in a way she never thought could be possible from a single person, his thick tip keeps poking her cervix as if it's trying to go deeper inside her, it's too much. But it feels incredibly good. All she can do is take his treatment and moan loudly, her voice resonating in his office along with the skin-on-skin noises. Then he pulls out and flips her easily. He grabs her thick ass, smacks it, and buries himself inside her again.

He keeps the same pace from earlier, which makes Maze moan louder from the new angle. He makes both Maze and the desk rock fast with his powerful thrusts. Her eyes roll to the back of her skull as downright pornographic moans and random words escape her mouth "Ouuuu Toji…. It feels so good…" He groans pushes her flat on the desk and grabs a hold of her hair while keeping his thrusts unforgiving. Her ass claps and jiggles against him, her curves drive him crazy. "You love being fucked senseless like a whore uh?" She nods like a dumbass, his dick has turned her brain into mush "Yes… yes… yessss… I love when you fuck me like a whore…" she says in between moans, barely even able to speak properly as tears come running on her face to ruin her makeup. He lets go of her hair to grab her cheeks so he can have a better look at her. He sees the face of a woman who having the best sex of her life, her mascara running down her cheeks. And this beautiful, dumb look on her face makes his cock twitch. With the way her pussy keeps pulsating around him he can tell she’s getting close to cum again.

So while he’s still inside her, he lifts her and walks towards the massive windows of his office. Maze gasps in surprise, but she can’t deny how much she loves being picked up so easily and manhandled by Toji. Once they’re at the window, he puts her down and pushes her against it, her tits pressed against the cold glass sends shivers down her spine, a sweet contrast to the hot temperature of her body. Toji keeps the same pace, making Maze moan again, her cheek, hands, and breasts pressed hard against the surface. Eventually, she feels another orgasm coming, and her pussy clenches around his cock, swallowing him completely. "Toji… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum…" He grabs her hips tighter, his pace staying the same "I know baby I can feel you getting close. Cum for me. Cum on my dick." It doesn’t take her too long after that to come undone again, a loud cry of pleasure resonates in the room. Her legs are shaking uncontrollably, she’s sweating like crazy and her breath becomes ragged. This orgasm was so powerful that she was barely able to move again. After a few more thrusts, it’s finally Toji’s turn to reach his orgasm. He grunts and quickly pulls out, strokes himself a few times, and cums on her ass, the warm semen dripping down her butt. He wraps his arms around her waist and pants against her neck. "That was amazing, right sweetheart?" She doesn’t even answer as her mind is now clear, and regret instantly hits her like a truck.

‘Oh God. What have I done?’

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shuastar · 13 days ago

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KISS 'ER UP (HVC) - pt. 2 excerpt

pairing: baseball player!vernon x fashion designer/fan!reader wc: ... warnings: nothing (my procrastination) a/n: hi!! erm so part 2 is taking longer than i thought because i refuse to work properly ig... so im taking it up for myself to post the first excerpt of part 2 and I PROMISE PART 2 WILL BE UP BY THE END OF THIS WEEK.

anyways thank u always for reading <3 taglist form here!!

In 3 weeks, you go to 6 home games.

Which, in retrospect, is absolutely crazy because that’s averaging two (2!) games per week in the brunt of design finalizing and fashion week scrapbooking and planning with your team.

And now, the one you’re sitting at seems to up your count from six to seven games in 3 weeks. Which means that your assistant will be calling you sometime next week asking if you ever finished finalizing the fashion week scrapbooks and tulle selections (only one of which you’ve actually finished. The other…. Well, let’s just say that it won’t be seeing the light of day for a while). Which also is part of your explanation to why you are busy multitasking between texting Yena, your assistant, on the last flap stitches for your fold-over bag for the F/W collection, gluing pieces of fabric and drawing cut-outs and print outs and colors down onto your scrapbook, and watching the actual baseball game and participating in half-assed and quarter-minded fanchants that seem to have no soul in it.

All in that exact order.

And it’s even harder to balance (especially your phone that teeters precariously off your knee because your actual table is too full of food, beer, and your scrapbooking trash pile) when your phone chimes with a familiar notification.

new message from vernon⚾️🐈

You almost choke on your beer that was travelling half-way down your esophagus, coughing violently and trying not to get drops of Cass onto your scrapbook.

For the first time in almost fifteen minutes, you raise your head, swiveling to try and see where the hell Vernon is texting you from because not only is it the middle of the seventh inning but it’s also the middle of his game.

And he never goes on his phone during games.

vernon⚾️🐈 yo u see that last play?

You roll your eyes at his text. Yo? Really? But also, typical Vernon. Almost three months – texting, calling, showing up to games, post-game chicken runs, and the occasional late-night movie theater run at Coex – made you accustomed to his rather nonchalant way of saying hi. Those including (but definitely not limited to) yo, hey, bro, dude, whats up, lol, and show cat now as in your actual feline pet, not your pussy (which you thought at first was what he was implying and almost blocked him before he clarified with a photo of his own cat that you were too scared to open for the first three minutes, thinking it was an unsolicited dick pic).

You pause before you reply, placing the glue stick down.

you yea obv

It’s a lie. A blatant one at that. But you feel bad telling Vernon hahaha no lol was too busy working on my pfw scrapbooking and model calls to be focused on ur game im at.

So yeah. You lie.

But Vernon texts back in record time.

vernon⚾️🐈 no u werent

You roll your eyes.

you i was watching

vernon⚾️🐈 liar!! too busy lookin down @ ur sketches to watch me hit that ball outta da stadiummmm

you ur such a child and literally lying

vernon⚾️🐈 no im not but u wouldnt know bc ur too busy

you i have pfw stuff to sort out sue me

vernon⚾️🐈 ah so u admit that u werent paying attention

You don’t get a chance to reply before the speakers above your head crackle to life, stadium static breaking over the announcer’s booming voice:

“Now up to bat, our very own number twelve, VERNON CHWE!”

All of the vowels in his name are stretched way too long but most of the call of his name is drowned in the thundering cheers and applause of the Diamonds fans crowding up the stadium.

You jolt at the sudden screams, blinking up from your stupid silly grin at your phone.

And just like that, the messages stop.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 9 months ago

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The Devil Wears Armani 2

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you’re the CEO’s new PA and you find the work too much to handle. (short!reader)

Characters: Tony Stark, this reader is known as Georgie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

---posting to the correct blog lol---

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

After the week you’ve had, the need for a strong drink is irresistible. You’re almost there. Friday. You just need to make it through the day. There’s only one obstacle in your way. Mr. Stark.

You bring him his ritualistic cafe au lait just after noon. He has an airpod in his ear, chattering on a call as he clicks around his floating computer screen. You keep your head down, making yourself invisible as you place the cup on a coaster. He leans back in his white leather chair as he speaks, reaching quickly for the coffee.

“Yeah, Rogers, maybe, I don’t know about you but I’m not looking to invest right now. I got enough eggs to hatch...” Stark sips as he rests his other hand on his thigh.

Before you can retreat, your eyes flick over and see the moving image on the monitor. You don’t react. You just backpedal and return to your desk, gently closing the door as to not disturb your call. You might commend him for multitasking if it wasn’t so inappropriate.

You cup your chin and zero in on your screen, fighting the images seared into your eyes. The woman’s ass spread wide as the man... nope. Not today.

Mr. Stark’s reputation is less than pristine. Everyone knows how he is but he’s the CEO. Who’s going to say anything? Or do anything? Coming into the role, you expected a demanding workload and a finicky boss, but not everything else. Not the blatant disregard for others and brazen lack of shame.

You glance over at his door before you dare to take out your phone. You lay it next to your keyboard and keep your hand under your chin. You look down as you press to unlock and read the messages from the other girls. Izzie can’t make it, she’s out in the field, but the others are down. Awesome.

You scroll through the gif catalogue and send a celebratory reaction. Mr. Stark’s door startles you and you slide your phone up under your monitor stand to try to hide it. You put your attention back to the calendar and swoop your mouse around the pad.

Stark approaches as he slurps loudly over the brim of his cup. You feel the weight of his gaze and meet it shyly, pushing your glasses up your nose as you sit up. You can’t quite smile as your jaw locks up.

“Sir?” You greet him in confusion.

“So, Friday,” his brown eyes dip down to consider the depths of the mug, “got any exciting plans?”

You look left then right and back at him. Your brow twitches in surprised confusion. Mr. Stark never asks about your personal life. He only ever talks about his private jet and high-life getaways to locations you could never dream of. Your cocktails are meagre compared to his elite lifestyle.

“No, sir,” you say. “How about you?”

He smirks and tilts his head. He slowly prowls around your desk and you swivel your chair to face him as he nears the corner to your right. You tilt to look up at him.

“Ah, the usual, there’s this sweet little blonde thing down in Barbados waiting for me,” he chuckles as his eyes rove over your desk, “no dates? No... partying?”

“Sir, I... just errands.”

“Uh huh,” he clucks and reaches for your mouse. Nope. He swerves and swipes up your phone as it lights up beneath the stand. Shoot. “Social hour, huh?”

“No, sir. I just shut off an alarm and forgot--”

“You’re a bad liar, stop it,” he warns as he brings your phone up and reads the messages popping up, “girls’ night?” He looks at you over the cell, “that sounds like more than errands to me.”

“Well, sir, I didn’t think... it was important.”

“Must be if you’re texting at work,” he tosses the phone at you and you catch it as it lands in your lap. “You been to Barbados?”

“Barbados? No?” You answer dumbly, no expecting the question.

“Wanna go?”

You hesitate. Is this some trick? It’s like when he was taunting Walker last week, baiting him into giving answers that made him look stupid.

“Sir, maybe one day, I guess, I never thought--”

“No thinking. I know you’re not that fucking simple,” he reaches to poke your forehead and your recoil. “Don’t get too fucking crazy tonight, sweetheart, jet takes off at six. In the morning.”

You frown and shake your head. He can’t mean what you think.

“Should I have your luggage--”

“Be there,” he demands and gulps back a mouthful. He slams down the empty mug on your desk and backs up, “if you’re still thirsty, they got cocktails on the plane.”

He turns and strides away, whistling as he checks his watch. He sighs as he approaches the office door, pausing, “when Odinson gets here, make sure he has everything he needs.” He glances back with a smirk as you peer around your monitor, “and smile, sweetheart, you got nice lips.”

You stare after him as he closes his office door and you sit back. You chew your thumb and look down at your phone. You sniff as you watch the others messages stream over the screen. Now you know better than to have your phone out at work. Now you get to do overtime. Fun.

You rub your cheek and roll close to your desk. You’re not going to miss tonight, even if Mr. Stark wants to take away your weekend. You’ve been waiting for this and you need the boost before you face whatever he has planned.

A message blips up in the corner and you click it, not daring to ignore Mr. Stark’s icon. The window spreads over the screen and the message floats over the reply bar. ‘Don’t forget a bikini’.

Huh?

#tony stark #dark tony stark #dark!tony stark #tony stark x reader #series #drabble #au #bad bosses #mcu #marvel #iron man #avengers #the devil wears armani

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eelnoise · 1 year ago

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zoro x afab!reader smut. 18+, NSFW MDNI cw: possessive zoro a little, hair pulling, piv sex, creampie, biting an: drabble cuz im horny and NOT OKAY AND NEED DUBIOUS BACKSHOTS ASAP. also do i know what the fuck the title means? absolutely not i made it up lol

zoro’s mastered the art of multitasking.

slamming his hips into yours and continuing his duty of keeping watch, keeping a near perfect balance between scanning the star-speckled sea and the ripple of your ass as he bounces you off his cock.

he bends you in ways only he can, chasing any whim, any angle that he wants. you’re at his mercy, and he knows it. each muffled whine or choked cry from you working as initiative to go harder, faster. your sounds of wanton pleasure ring in his ears and it makes him feel as if he’s tipsy from the most potent of sake.

zoro knows he’s hitting you in just the right spot, the one that makes your toes curl and tears leak from the corners of your eyes. your hands grip the open windowsill as tightly as your body will let you, though as well used and thoroughly filled as you are you fall face first into the bench below it.

fingers dig into your waist to hold you steady against him while the palm of his hand presses down on your back, warm and forceful - a wordless dare to keep your body in that pretty arch he loves to see you in.

he laughs, a dark chuckle that oozes of elated satisfaction. “too much for ya?” zoro teases, the rough edge of his voice cutting through you like a white hot flame and making you loudly moan out in ecstasy as you weakly shake your head.

“that’s what i thought,” he adds with a smack to your ass before kneading and squeezing the reddened, tender skin beneath the pads of his fingertips. “i know ya can take it.” and it's true, zoro knows you can take what he’s giving you, well trained and shaped to fit his cock and his alone.

the more possessive side of him rears its head at the thought, and the hand on the small of your back reaches up to grasp your hair. his hand tangles in your already messy strands, and the wail that passes through your long swollen and very much loved lips nearly makes him lose control.

zoro’s pace is ruthless, and in the throes of pleasure you see fireworks behind your eyes. you’re close, so, so close - and he knows. he always knows. with his fist still full of your hair, zoro leans forward, yanking your head back enough to growl into your ear. “gonna cum for me, pretty thing?” and no longer do the words fall from him do you cry out his name in a series of jumbled syllables, falling over the edge and plunging head first into your orgasm.

it hits you hard, hits you fast, and leaves you a heap of jellified flesh on the bench. zoro smirks into your hair and releases his hold on your tresses to wrap his arms around your middle, chasing his withheld high now that he’s deemed you fucked stupid enough.

his breath begins to fall out of rhythm, soft grunts and groans that call out to that sweet finality within the confines of your tight, squelching pussy. his head rests in the crook of your neck, and in a shock to your senses, zoro bites down on your shoulder. between your cries of overstimulation from his assault on you and the sudden pain of teeth digging into your flesh, he cums - filling you and painting your inner walls with his spend.

zoro resists the urge to simply collapse atop you, instead quickly twisting your bodies over until you’re snug in his lap. the evidence of your rendezvous pools between you, some even trickling off of the bench and into the floor below, though cleanup is far from your mind as you’re pulled close to a broad, warm, sweat drenched chest.

he shows his affection and gratefulness for you by pressing a long kiss to the top of your head and a nuzzle into your neck. the gestures work as a million-and-one silent words of praise, of admiration, of love. and never before have you felt it so raw and so real than with zoro.

#one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #roronoa zoro x y/n #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader smut #one piece x reader smut #op x reader smut #roronoa zoro x you #zoro smut #op headcanons

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dark-lord-of-awesomeness · 28 days ago

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okay so i'm the anon who first brought up memory wiping shifter!stan and i just need to ramble because this more canon-adjacent version of the timeline has been festering in my brain now.

- the stealing of ford's identity part is fun bc now stan can actually perfectly replicate his appearance, extra fingers and all. probably makes it into part of his gimmick at the shack (why does he need the shack if he has money in this au? idk man i haven't figured that out yet but he has it). that does create an issue when dipper finds the journal and brings it to stan bc of the finger thing, but stan just flat out denies any connection to it. he can't just confiscate the thing though bc that would be suspicious as fuck, so he spends a significant amount of time trying to get his hands on it to make copies without the kids noticing.

- he probably loses a bit of his shifting flexibility due to having a more permanent shift (he's at least less flexible than he was during his drifter days) but he still does some stretching down in the lab. i also imagine that when he's down there he uses his shifting as a way fidget/stim while he works. he also probably uses it to keep an eye on the kids a non-zero number of times.

- i'm imagining the reveal happening in scary-oke, similar to the canon reveal there. this is also when he can finally take the journal for a bit, using the excuse that dipper did something actively dangerous with it and this is the punishment. he still gives it back when he has his copies.

- looking over that journal he finds out about shifty and he is immediately staging a rescue

- ford probably finds out about stan's shifting when he comes out of the portal and stan has 6 fingers. it's... tense.

- i think if maurice is involved they probably know about the whole situation from investigating stan's fake death and/or stan just telling them bc if there's one person stan can trust with that information, it's probably them. stan continues to call them twice a year and they continue to pretend they aren't invested. maybe they can get in on freeing shifty.

i'm just!! foams at the mouth because i can't write for shit but oh man. oh god. this au is killing me

Shapeshifter Stan is so fun. I'll probably write the next (and maybe final) chapter when i'm done with the next cat Stan short.

More under the cut, because it got very long

Stan stealing Ford's identity is definitely him becoming Ford in a very literal sense, letting his original base form disappear forever at 17. Because he thinks Ford knows he's a shapeshifter, and he'll just seamlessly transition them once Ford gets home. I imagine it followed the original timeline with him showing up with his face covered, then quickly shifting to look like Ford with minor differences and revealing his face so he wasn't embarrassed about his baby face. He makes the shack to launder his own money so that it doesnt appear that Ford just got a million of dollars from nowhere, and because he doesn't want to continue his brother's research without him. So from an outside perspective Stanford Pines had a mental break, and started giving tours (just like canon lol). Stan makes everything fake, because he doesn't want to get on the bad side of any real supernatural creatures hanging around. As for the journal, I imagine Dipper runs up and shows it off, and Stan says its nonsense from when he 'went crazy in the eighties! nothing to worry about!' but he also can't take it without looking suspicious. Now the b plot becomes not 'who's the author' but 'what happened to Grunkle Stan that he forgot all his amazingly real research.' Stan still has to try and steal the book without notice, but can also shapeshift into the twins so its not an impossible mission, just very difficult.

Stan definitely becomes less flexible, but not terribly so. Limbs have always been his bread and butter, and he makes himself stronger and fireproof while working on the portal. Gives himself extra hands to multitask, the ability to climb better to reach the higher mechanics. The portal probably looks better the OG Stan's, just because he has more maneuverability. He also 100% spies on the kids in the 'hands-off' stalker raising technique he was raised with. Closes the Shack down and turns into people to follow the twins around and keep an eye on them.

In keeping with the 'no one realizes he's a shapeshifter until his mind is wiped' angst, the reveal is that he "did" write the books, but that they became dangerous, similar to Stan's 'this stuff is dangerous I'm not an idiot' speech. He still takes the journal to 'reminisce' but gives it back, saying that he knows the kids have been using it to keep themselves safe. Claims any lapse in memory as 'it was the eighties and I went through a rough patch and forgot a bunch of things'. Dipper thinks cult (blind eye that falls through) Mabel thinks mental break (official story but also wrong).

Now the question about Shifty is tricky, because Stan would want to rescue the poor kid his brother treated as a pet(Which is weird, because Ford knew about shapeshifters, but maybe he didnt realize they were the same species because he never saw the form Stan was born with), but I think it would happen after the bunker episode, so that the kids still get that shapeshifter experience. Stan goes down, sees poor Shifty is still a popsicle, and calls a bunch of his circle to help him out, as this is a special case. They'd probably come in, unfreeze him, then get him out of Gravity Falls and rehabilitate him in a more social Shifter group. Stan wouldn't use Fords form here, as he wouldnt want to cause a scene, but would explain that the man who sorta raised him isnt around anymore, and to try and find a new life out on the surface.

For the portal reunion, Stan explains he 'got an extra finger' and Ford brushes it off as a fake or medically transferred in a way too try-hard move of stealing his identity. Because Stan wouldn't look exactly like old man Ford, as he's had to guess how Ford's changed over the years, so his hairs still full grey and he looks slightly different. Ford 100% does not realize Stan's a shapeshifter at this time, but Stan doesnt realize that Ford doesnt know either, still making vague references to being a shapeshifter that aggravates Ford because he thinks Stan is being childish, then Stan thinks that because of Fords experience with Shifty that maybe he doesnt like Stan anymore in a big circle of miscommunication.

Maurice 100% knows whats going on (maybe not about the portal specifics, but enough) and only some of that is from Stan calling them. The rest is from his constant spying on Stan. So they know that Ford is missing in such a way that Stan is working on retrieving him, just not about Bill and the doomsday device in Stan's basement. Maurice does get his two or more phone calls a year and calls on birthdays. Probably also helped find a circle to adopt Shifty, since they're fairly well connected. There's a fifty-fifty chance Stan has a younger spawn-mate at this time as well, but they wouldn't come into the story more then "please let me talk to them, i want an actual shapeshifter sibling, please please please!"

EXTRA: Stan would not have any spawn at this point, because he'd be focused on the portal and getting Ford back. Maurice becomes the 'and when am i going to see you spawning? you have a very rare talent you might be able to pass onto future spawn.' parent, always nagging Stan about his lack of spawn, despite being 'very genetically desirable' (Their way of saying attractive lol, because of Stan's limb growing). The parent who demands grand kids basically.

#gravity falls #gravity falls au #stan pines #ford pines #shapeshifters #shapeshifter stan #dark lord shapeshifter au

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youling-the-ghost · 5 months ago

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it's ok Emu...I have two monitors open right now and both of them are on tumblr and have sfth-related posts open on both tabs

you may be chronically online but at least you don’t have tumblr open on your phone AND laptop right now

#in MY defence one of said tabs is a wip that I'm working on #it's even worse for me cause right in front of my is my physics homework #(I *should* be doing homework right now)#it's called multitasking ok #<- a lie I tell myself every day #but yeah I feel ya lol

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cherie-doll · 6 months ago

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Heheheh hello Cherie 💖💖💖

In the spirit of October 31st, I push forward this to you

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSje5TvQF/

Cosplaying or doing something scary to scare the COD men MWHAHAHHAAHHAHAHA

As usual stay blithe and healthy 💕💕

the reaction these men have kills me, thank you for the good wishes hope you stay happy and healthy during these times <33

𓏴𓏴 Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves

Ghost

The second one's reaction to his wife gives Simon

You cannot live a day without tormenting that man

What is the reason for you always doing this to him?

In the moment, he was caught with his guard down and almost used a dangerous maneuver on you

Thankfully, he stopped as soon as he realized it was just you playing a joke on him

Will just stand there and stare at you on the floor dying of laughter

Soap

Usually you're at the receiving end of a joke or prank because of Johnny

If you want to successfully scare him, planning it out won't work because he'll follow your string and know what you're doing before you can scare him

It's got to catch him off guard, you opt for the simplest prank you can think of and just scaring the living daylights out of him when he gets into the car

Not even your kid who was in the backseat scared as bad as Johnny did

You got him good but later had to constantly be on guard because he would get you back

Gaz

Kyle waking up to see you "possessed" nearly gave him a heart attack

He knew you'd try something around this time of the year but certainly not in the middle of the night when he was half-asleep and could barely see in the dark

He really thought he would have to call someone to perform an exorcism on you

Was literally begging you to stop

Slept with salt on the bedside table just in case, he don't play around with that stuff

Roach

This one wasn't even intentional

You liked messing around with your makeup before getting in the shower and he just so happened to walk in at the wrong moment

He'd already sprinted into the bedroom before you cornered him and told him it was you

Horrified he asks what was wrong with your face before you explain it was just makeup

Give him a warning lol he's easily surprised

Alejandro

The first one gives me Alejandro vibes

You've sent him out for groceries and like the obedient and sweet man he is, he'll go out even if he's busy

To him, your cooking is the best and he can't ever get tired of your acts of love for him so he goes without you having to ask twice

Mind you, he's multitasking whilst running this quick errand so when he comes back home on a phone call and you scare him like that, the unfortunate person on the other end of the line just lost their hearing that day

He apologizes at least a hundred times for throwing the grocery bag at you

Rudy

Scaring Rudy whilst he's taking care of your baby is straight up mean but it's funny

The way he calls your name out, concerned whilst holding the baby

Don't come at him for leaving the baby alone in the room, he just put the baby down in the crib before running out to see what the hell was wrong

Until the adrenaline kicked in and he ran in the opposite direction when you came after him leaving the baby in the nursery

Phillip Graves

Recently, you've been really into cosplaying whatever movie you've watched

Decided it'd be funny to dress as the nun from The Conjuring 2 as you watched the movie by yourself because Phillip could brave many things except the supernatural

He was used to your "normal" cosplays but he nearly pulled out the Bible out when he saw you perched on the end of the bed

Initially, the sight of you in your costume did scare him but he knew it was you

Didn't stop him from running when you hissed and launched at him

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liriostigre · 3 months ago

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Your letterboxd bio 😭 I can't, tell me a useful tip, I really can't pick a book or watch a movie because I'm always itching for my phone

For context, the bio in question says "fix your attention span or die" (reference to David Lynch's "fix your hearts or die.") But pls don't die lol instead you should kill your cellphone 😬👍🏻

Get real about social media detox: delete apps, limit screen time, turn off notifications.

Avoid multitasking. Everyone thinks being able to multitask is a flex but it's really not. It's not good for the brain, look it up. So, one task or activity at a time, unless it's something reasonable like listening to music while walking or exercising or cleaning the house.

You need to put your phone away while you're watching tv or a movie, or reading or painting or knitting or doing whatever that doesn't require a cellphone. Just put it away! You really don't need to have that thing on your lap while you're watching a movie. I know this sounds like "just do it, it's not that hard" but there's really no other way lol. Just take a deep breath, maybe check your notifications one last time, and then put it away, out of reach.

Reading will save you so don't give up. Try the Pomodoro Technique—focused work during 25 minutes + take a 5 minute break. But you can start as low as 5 minutes. Set a timer and read for 5 minutes, then try 10, the following week 20, 30.

And let people know (people you talk to often; family and friends) that you won't be available for a couple of hours and that if there's an emergency they should call you and not text you. This is very important! You can't let everyone assume you're going to be available at all times just because you own a cellphone!

I hope this was helpful 🩷

#also maybe start getting scared of the damage holding a cellphone does to your hands your blessed blessed hands #💌

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vitaminseetarot · 1 year ago

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PAC: What Hobby Should You Begin Next? 🎨🛶📯

Sup y'all, it's time for a new pick a card reading (this one's especially for you night owls out there as I'm posting this at midnight lol). Ideally, I'd like to post one PAC every week after this but eh, lettuce see about that. 🥬👀

This pick a card was inspired by the remaining energies of late Taurus season. The grass is bright, the air is warm, the flowers are blooming, and it's brought out the artist in me. While I've been finishing a leisure painting, I stopped to draw out some cards to help out anyone who's in the mood to do something fun in their spare time but could use some direction or guidance.

Pick any one of the four Prism Oracle cards below, or its corresponding crystal/emoji, to see what hobby you could explore next, or if there is a hobby you enjoy that is calling for your attention:

Pile 1 - Consciousness + Moonstone 🌙 Pile 2 - Happiness + Carnelian 😊 Pile 3 - Creativity + Amethyst 🎉 Pile 4 - Determination + Citrine 🧭

Pile 1 - Consciousness + Moonstone 🌙

77 Beginnings, Sound+Resonance+Frequency, The Musician, Capricorn Rising - Aspire; Page of Swords, Page of Wands, 9 of Cups, Knight of Swords, XI Justice

Wow, pile 1, I think you have the most obvious answer of all four piles. You're very drawn to pursuing something musical. It could be in a variety of ways. You might try singing, writing a song, playing an instrument, learning to dance, or perform in musical theater (the purple curtain in the Justice card definitely brings theater to mind). You could enjoy collecting vinyl records, or producing music through special programs and apps. You may desire to publish your music online, or dream of going big on stage and signing major contracts with labels. Two Pages tells me you're most likely into more than one thing, as plenty of musical artists can multitask.

Your pile was the only one to get two Prism cards at first as Anxiety initially wanted to pop out. It's also clear that with two Pages and the Beginnings card, you're very new at this hobby. There's an over awareness of this fact, that on some level you may not know where to even start. There's some doubt I sense that you feel you can't be at the level you wish to stand on. Capricorn energy wants to reach for the very top of the ladder in accomplishment; it is a steady energy although not intent on settling. I get that there are many people here who greatly look up to an artist and wish to have their same talents. Try to look past the smoke and mirrors of all the top 40's singers and know that music is way more accessible than it's made to look.

Try embracing the newness of this pursuit, pile 1. It's okay to be a little lost, or feel that there's a long way to go. The only way to go pro is to start small and grow. There are a lot of free resources online for learning music (try out musictheory.net for free lessons) and free vocal technique lessons on Youtube. Some people are very lucky to have the chance to start learning at a young age, but if we were to set a rule stating that only those who did so could play, that would leave a lot of creative geniuses and successful musicians out of the frame. If you're learning to play the keyboard, practice one song or even one note at a time (doesn't have to be Chopsticks, lol). Consistency is key.

When the inspiration and joy to explore music finally strikes you, take the time to really dive in and make something small. If you're trying to write a song, start with a jingle. If it's music theory you want to go over, start with just 1 lesson and see how it feels. If you're learning to dance, begin with warm ups and slow music before working on the more intense songs. Are you looking for writing inspiration? Keep plenty of notes on hand and learn how to identify music so you can easily write a melody down (there are empty music notebooks for this). If this is something you would like to do in the long term, then continue to practice with that perspective by not overdoing it to compensate for "lost time". You are exactly where you need to be on your creative journey.

Pile 2 - Happiness + Carnelian 😊

66 The Selves, You Belong Here, The Wise One, Cancer Moon - Intuit; X Wheel of Fortune, Sagittarius ♐, VI The Lovers, 9 of Pentacles, XVI The Tower

What's going on, pile 2? With the Selves card above Sagittarius, I'm getting that a lot of you may be interested in pursuing theater or comedy, whether that's stand up or it's simply channeled through the projects you create. Your next hobby may involve incorporating a lot of humor into what you do. This pile is the most multifaceted of the four, with many differing hobbies, so I'm going to list a variety of different talents, but what binds them all together is the need to express one's own (very) strong opinions for the world to see.

You may want to be a photographer who documents unusual things, or write something that makes a powerful statement. There's a need here to let go of any of the anxieties that come with expressing your authentic self, because while those feelings are natural, listening to them too much will dampen your creative drive. This is the group that wants to make very surreal graffiti art or provocative dance routines. With the Tower card, here, I feel there's a need for the shock and awe to get your inspiration buzzing. On the gentler side, I can see some of you getting into something nature based like flower printing and permaculture but the caveat is that it's a reflection of your genuine self and beliefs in some way. With Wheel of Fortune, some of you may feel an urge to learn about tarot or pendulum reading, as these things are typically categorized as "unusual".

You may also get into traveling to stay involved in your hobby, or it requires roving about in some way. To break down creative blocks, it might help to actually move yourself to a different location. It doesn't necessarily involve moving to a whole new place, it could just refer to another part of your home or you may benefit from walking or dancing to decompress. I feel that moving your body will stimulate your creative ideas to flow through. A small number of you may have considered trying out extreme sports like free climbing or parkour. I don't really need to mention that these can be incredibly dangerous, so some of you may like something similar like skateboarding or gymnastics as well. It doesn't have to be intense, just active.

With the Lovers, there also exists a social aspect to your hobby. You may be drawn to share you hobby with a friend or with partners. It will greatly help you to be in an environment that supports your avant-garde tastes and not settle for less. It's not always easy to put shocking art with profound messages out there for the world to make sense of it, though some make it seem that way. It's easy to pretend that negative feedback doesn't get to you, but only accept constructive criticism as that will feed you more than shocked reactions. You cannot afford to have others in your life discourage you, as your skill sets require a lot of space for growth. Nourish relationships that want to celebrate your talents with you. Find a community that loves what you love, and wants to see you happy with what you do. Embrace the wild side of your artistic abilities.

Pile 3 - Creativity + Amethyst 🎉

54 Security, the Messenger, The Aspirant, Aries Sun - Assert; 2 of Pentacles, Knight of Wands, 0 The Fool, Aquarius ♒, Virgo ♍

Hello, pile 3. With the 2 of Pentacles, many of you may want to explore a hobby that is both online and offline, or the internet and social media are major components. If you like making artwork, you could be into digital art or simply want to upload images of your offline work for others to see. With Virgo, some of you may have a lot to say, by starting a blog or online journal documenting your life or interests, or you could try out freelance editing. If you were a youtuber, you could be really good at creating epically long videos about niche topics, or short videos explaining how to do a certain task (like tiktoks that showcase a person's routines and what cleaning products they recommend).

I see that this is the pile of innovation, as the Creativity card shows a lightbulb. You could have various ideas pop up in your head, only to feel unsure of how to approach them. Your attention span could split into a variety of different mediums for getting the idea out. Aquarius wants to take its genius energy and spread it around the world. For a lot of you, social media will support your ideas by broadcasting them. Your hobby may directly involve interfacing with others; your creative spark is not for hiding away. Web design, for example, is a hobby but it involves creating something that others will directly interact with. Your work is meant for a wide audience, should you choose to put yourself out there.

This may not always be easy for you, since there could be a pull towards more stable and predictable activities. There's a nervousness here, kind of like imposter syndrome. You may get a really cool idea for a mobile game app before you or someone else goes "but that's an unrealistic goal to spend so much time and effort on", followed by, "how could I ever make something like that?" The thing is, you can be the most talented, skilled, and experienced person when it comes to a subject, yet still have these same worries. Imposter syndrome doesn't magically go away with a college degree, a new job, or 10,000 subscribers. It's completely normal, but make sure to not let your doubts tempt you into doing something more boring and unfulfilling. This is the pile most likely to try a totally new hobby that is unrelated to your other skills, it doesn't have to be realistic.

But also understand that it can take time for something to get really good. Your first fiction draft is gonna turn out clunky, or your app could be filled with bugs, but it's part of the process. There's no perfect time; when you get the urge to try, just try it! Reach out to a local community or chat group so you can get a realistic sense of how long it takes for projects and skills develop. Slam poetry may be a great outlet, so if you'd like to do that, attend an open mic and see how others do it. You are allowed to be imperfect with your hobby--if you wish to evolve your craft, remember the passion and curiosity that brought you to it.

Pile 4 - Determination + Citrine 🧭

57 Spiritual Guide, What Goes Around Comes Around, The Astronomer, Taurus Rising - Enjoy; 9 of Pentacles, Cancer ♋, Queen of Swords, Knight of Wands, Knight of Swords

How's it going, pile 4? So this is the most active and possibly athletic pile we have here. Staying in the house is not gonna work because something is itching you to get out underneath the stars. Could some of you be majoring or planning in major in STEM? I'm getting a lot of natural science here. With the Astronomer card, you could want to use your telescope to go stargazing or visit planetariums. Are you still feeling the buzz from all the aurora storm and eclipse hype? It would not surprise me if these events awoke an interest for you and now you're looking up when the next meteor shower will show up or when Saturn will be most visible in the sky.

Your next hobby needs or is the outdoors on some level. But Cancer energy is that of a homebody. The most laidback people in this group may enjoy relaxing hobbies like birdwatching or gardening. These hobbies could be spiritually fulfilling for you. I'm seeing someone wearing an apron outside, so could some of you be interested in grilling or being the host to a fun party in the backyard. Do people even have book club meetings in gardens? A lot of enjoying nature is simply finding a good spot and soaking in the scenery with no other goal in mind. Just being near trees and beach sides might be enough.

But I see a lot of you mainly wish to have an adventure and go far out in nature when the weather's just right. You could be thinking about hiking or backpacking out on trails. It all depends on your comfort level as we all have different tolerance levels. I don't know if geocaching and pokemon go are still popular, but they can be unique ways to engage with the outdoors. You could try guided nature tours presented by nature conservationists like the National Audubon, where you can identify and take photos of animals as you wander through the woods and plains. You may like a hobby that is seasonally specific, like swimming in warm waters or skiing down a snowy mountain.

Your hobby may have you think deeply about how humans connect with nature, exploring the ecosystem and how our actions influence our environment. Climate change can be a very serious and, for some, directly impactful topic to mull over. Remind yourself that as long as you're respectful (leave no trace), mother nature enjoys your company as much as you do for her. A small few of you may have the urge to travel to weird locations. Two knights in your reading suggest boldness. If you decide to visit an abandoned or haunted place, Queen of Swords says to please be careful and follow rules if it says no trespassing, and remember that abandoned places can be dangerous from faulty wiring and unstable flooring. Overall, I feel this pile just can't do with an indoor hobby. You have the motivation and courage to explore the vast beautiful world out there. It awaits you.

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Eyes Dont Lie (Part 3)

Jason Todd X Fem!Reader

Eyes Dont Lie Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2

Warnings: English isn’t my first language so there will be errors; I haven’t read a dc comic so all my info comes from other fics and google so the characters may be OOC (tips to make them less OCC will be highly thankful for), I don’t know anything about golf so sorry if something is wrong lol.

I decided to change the format. Please do tell me if you all prefer Headcanons or something like this, and if you do, should I do the same for the earlier ones? I do hope y’all enjoy my meh writing, I'm open to constructive criticism.

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The decision to make himself stay occupied so he doesn’t think of the situation has bitten his ass in the end. Now he was desperate to see you and to explain how he didn’t have a relationship with Roy besides being friends and Lian being his niece.

It was a cold night in the streets of Bludhaven, Jason was currently cursing under his mask as he finished another mission, this one was to help Nightwing with some gangs that were causing trouble in Bludhaven and were starting to expand to Gotham.

Usually, he is good at multitasking, but he learned the bad way that thinking about you while doing something else was a big error. Some goons had managed to land some hits on him, but thankfully he got his shit together and finished the mission without major injuries. Still, he needs to fix all this mess of the perspective you have of his relationship status …and his current injuries. He thinks he has a bruised rib….

“Jay, why don’t you stay here?” He and Dick were already in Dick's apartment, where he stayed while they did the mission, but he was ready to leave for a variety of…reasons. One being that he can't take another phone call from his brother and his girlfriend.

“I'm not staying another second here” Jason grabs his bag, and a grunt escapes his lips. He knows Dick heard it, but it doesn’t stop him from grabbing his bike keys.

“I should call social services, that poor rib is pleading for help…or should I call the pretty teacher?” Jason lets go of the keys and turns to look at Dick, his rib crying because of the sharp turn. He still looks at him with a ‘you're crazy’ look. “Dude, it's really obvious that you like her. It's fascinating how you barely had a decent talk with her and you go already all dumb around her.” Dick crosses his arms and smirks when Jason leaves his bag on the couch. An urge to wipe the smirk off his brother's face consumes Jason.

“I do not go all dumb around her.” Jason glares at Dick.

“You do”

“I don’t!”

“You do!”

And like every sibling, they fight on the living room rug until one, Dick, hits the other one, Jason, on the nose and panics when he sees a bit of blood coming down. “Don’t tell, Alfred.” He says without thinking, almost like muscle memory. “I'll give you my desert for a week”

“Three weeks”

“Two weeks”

“…deal” Jason wipes his nose with the back of his hand. Later in the night, they both sit side by side on the floor watching the TV, some run of an old cartoon they watched as kids while eating leftover pizza. “Is it really that obvious?” Jason side-eyes his brother.

“Well, no, but I'm your brother so I noticed it.” Dick shrugs. “Recently you have been careless in missions, up in your head most of the time, and since it began after Lian birthday party I just put one and one together.” Dick looks at Jason and sees him already looking at him. “What? Tim isn’t the only detective in the family”

Jason rolls his eyes. “So…how do i…” Jason clears his throat. “How do I show her I'm not in a…relationship?” Jason mumbles and when Dick starts laughing, he instantly regrets it. He should just have had google it.

“Oh man, I forgot that she thinks you're with Roy.” Dick laughs even more, and Jason punches his arm.

“Forget I asked you anything!” Jason goes to stand up and Dick pulls him back to sit.

“NO! NO! You already did. Sit down and let your big brother help you” Dick was having the time of his life with this. Jason wondered what he had done wrong in his life for him to have such an older brother.

“Send her flowers, girls love that.” Jason nods, maybe the Dickhead can have a decent idea. “OH! The note can say: If being beautiful was a crime, you'd be guilty as charged!” Dick avoids the pillow being thrown at him. “Or was your father an alien? Because there's nothing else like you on Earth”

“Please tell me you didn’t use that shit with Kori” Jason looks at him in disbelief as Dick just nods with a stupid smile on his face. Forget it, he is stupid.

By the next day, Jason was back in Gotham and vowed not to stay at Dick's place ever again. He was walking on Gotham streets to arrive at the destination in his GPS. He turns it off when he enters the door of the flower shop, Dick idea wasn’t that bad but no way he will let Dick know that. He walks around the shop scratching his head. Flowers were out of his knowledge, but he knew roses were not it. They are too cliché and overrated.

“Need any help, sir?” An emplyee approaches Jason noticing him glaring at the petunias.

Jason clears his throat. “Huh yeah… I want flowers for um..a friend” He looks at more flowers refusing to look at the employee. Maybe this was a bad idea, he shouldn’t have come, curse Dick and his stupid advice.

“A ‘friend’ of course, do you know what type of flower they like?” Jason shakes his head and the woman sighs. “Okay…favorite color?” Jason thinks a bit. “She doesn’t have one, she likes every color…currently the one on the top is…pink” Jason makes a mental note of buying Lian some chocolate ice cream for that bit of information.

“I can work with that” The employee walks around the shop grabbing flowers that Jason hasn’t seen in his life, less know the names of, but he has to admit they look pretty together in a bouquet. He pays for the flowers and leaves for Lian school.

Jason had managed to convince Roy to let him pick up Lian after what happened the last time he did. Roy didn’t buy the excuse Jason gave him, but hey? Who is he to say no to? It meant free time to go see the cute girl in the flower shop.

He cleans his hands against his jeans as he walks toward your classroom. Some parents were walking with their kids down the hall, so he wasn’t late this time. He knocked on the door before opening the classroom door and saw Lian playing with the kids that were still there, she seemed to be too engrossed in her game, so he decided to talk with you first. Jason’s watch could detect his abnormal heart rate the moment his eyes landed on you. You are at your desk looking at some papers a bit oblivious to his entrance, he notices the broken bell attached to the door, so he walks up closer to you with the bouquet in front of him. “Good evening, Miss (Y/N)” You look up at him and Jason can feel his cheeks heating up a bit, shit is he blushing?

“Oh, good evening, Mr. Todd” You smile at him, not mining the flowers since it was common for dads to sometimes pick up their kids with flowers. You find it cute since not even your parents have ever gifted you flowers. “Lian is currently playing Uno, so I don't think is wise to pick her up before the round ends so you free to wait”

“Great! I mean yeah, that's true.” Jason clears his throat an awkward silent moment between you two.

“Those are some pretty flowers, Lian will love them.” You try to erase the silent moment.

“They are for you” Jason mumbled and now he was certain that he was blushing, he hadn’t felt his cheeks and neck so hot before.

“For me?” You blink confused. Is he flirting? No way, he is in a relationship. Is he thanking you for coming to Lian birthday? Yeah, that seems more like it.

Even as you look confused at him, Jason can notice your eyes shining as he mentioned the flowers being for you and he finds it hella cute. He moves the flowers to your hands and beelines to Lian not caring for the Uno game. He grabs her and her things and leaves the classroom even faster than the corporate parents.

You remain at your desk, but now with a bouquet in your hands and a soft heating sensation on your cheeks. Later at the end of the day, you're discussing what happened with your friends

“I mean the thought of the flowers being a thank-you gift is out of the window.” One of your friends comments through the phone. “Parents don’t gift flowers to the teacher of their kids unless they want problems with their partners”

“Then the only reasonable explanation is that he wants to cheat on Roy with you.” The other one speaks up, not really helping to calm your thoughts.

“Or you got it wrong from the beginning and they aren’t together, and he just wants a piece of the pretty teacher” The last of your friends wiggles her eyebrows.

“Either way, do not break your brain on it. Just enjoy that you got some free pretty flowers” One of your friends noticed your uneasiness.

“Yeah, because that man you have is shit even at the bare minimum.” The other one mumbles thinking the phone won't pick it up earning a scold from the others.

You take it as a sign to leave the call and do it. Your friends are right, maybe you're overthinking it and just have to enjoy the flowers. So, you take them out of the bouquet and place them in a glass cup, maybe you'll buy a vase for them. After a relaxing bath and repassing your classes for the next day your boyfriend arrives.

“Hey, baby.” Your boyfriend says without even looking at you and turning on the TV. “You don’t mind me watching the game, right?” You don’t answer, he was already sitting on your graded papers, too focused on the guy holding the golf stick. You have been together for years now, some have even asked when the wedding was going to happen. A reasonable question after six years of dating the same person, but you hated the question. Maybe it was the look on his face when he said “soon” Is like he forgets that you know the signs he makes when he lies.

You look at him and for some reason, your eyes divert to the flowers, he doesn’t notice them even when they are beside the TV. A flash of a thought passes, maybe the reason is that you fear that he will pop on one knee and ask the big question…Do you actually want to marry him?

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