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okok so i just found your blog and lemme tell you ive been eating it UPPP
how would you feel abt josh or maybe chris? (rlly any of the men tbh) with a s/o who has nipple piercings?
i feel like josh would be sooo into it when he found out/when you first got them done. he wouldve def been so so so supportive if you wanted to get them done during the relationship. hed love the sensitivity after theyve finally healed, lowkey would sit there admiring them for a hot while just looking and fiddling with them(i headcannon josh as a tits/thighs man gonna be honest)
more smutty imagine, his s/o is bouncing on his lap, and your tits are just so perfect, and he just cant resist himself anymore, hes gotta know how they feel on his tongue. he takes one of your nipples in his mouth and just rolls his tongue over the piercing, mapping out the feel with his tongue carefully. hed be so content i fear.
chris would be shy about it, like, "oh wow, those mustve hurt pretty bad, huh?", not drawing too much attention to it at first, but eventually, maybe youre sat on his lap, grinding your hips against his, youre both sensitive and heated, panting, and chris has been admiring the way the balls of the peircing really perk up your nipple, and after a particularly rough stroke of your hips against his clothed hard-on, his large hands grip your hips or ass, digging into the flesh and he leans down, taking your nipple between his lips in an attempt to cover his loud whimper. after all, with you riding his hips, youre just elevated enough where your tits are right there, at a conveniently perfect level to his mouth.
someone save me my goddd đ
anon thank you for leaving this wonderful little gift in my inbox holy shit
warning 4 this one! afab reader potentially implied!??
josh:
i totally agree that josh is a tits man, but honestly - he just loves any curves⊠ass? tits? thighs?? and theyâre not on his face rn?? đ€š
heâd totally love nipple piercings⊠manâs a FREAAK!! first time he sees them heâs like đ§żđ§ż.. absolutely baffled!??! during intimacy heâd love them too, teasing them with his lips or fingers just to hear you whine and shudder like hello!?!đ”âđ«
also to elaborate on your thought⊠heâd definitely give them some special attention if youâre riding him, i mean⊠theyâre LITERALLY right there.. and heâs a strong man, but not that strong⊠it would definitely satisfy that little part of his brain that wants to analyze and commit all of your little reactions to memory⊠running his thumbs over them, maybe a lil pinch, kisses, sucking on them, yâknow.. the works. he wants to know what makes you moan for him the most!!
as for chris⊠oh boy..
heâs a lot more flustered by them, AND more hesitant to mess with them.. his eyes getting all wide when he sees them for the first time..like? BAFFLED.. âoh, wow⊠uh.. man, did those hurt?â and like.. obviously yeah, so heâs a little scared to fuck with them? BUT once he knows theyâre healed and in fact donât hurt anymore⊠oh lord!!!
he loves having you in his lap CANON! his face getting all flushed while you grind down on him, him touching ur piercings just to hopefully mess you up like youâre doing to him⊠heâs sensitive!! he doesnât wanna cum first :( and ur tits look so pretty with the bars through them, making ur nipples look extra perked up, ?!yknow!?
chris def has a secret oral fixation.. i have no reason or explanation⊠my brain is saying its true so iâm sharing it with the masses!!! he needs to he doing something with his mouth, especially when heâs close đ”âđ« so heâd love to wrap his lips around your nipples just to hear you whine for him like⊠UGHH!!
i hope i fulfilled your expectations anon!! praying this is good or elseâŠ.. (idk nothing will happen iâm just dramatic)
another note, i typed this shit like 3 days ago and it went to DRAFTS. INSTEAD OF POSTING.
thx bbg @ghouleaterr 4 giving me motivation once againâŠ
#đ#anon ask#josh washington#chris hartley#until dawn#until dawn smut#until dawn hcs#multifandom writer#smut hcs#chris hartley smut#chris until dawn#chris until dawn smut#josh until dawn smut#josh washington smut#josh until dawn
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Does anyone else hate the nickname seaweed brain?
I think it would be fine if Annabeth also complimented him, but all we, as the reader see, is her making fun of him. I can't think of a single instance where she complimented him. And since the name came from a place of bullying, she should have stopped using it as soon as they became friends. Percy in canon has only called Annabeth wise girl like 4 times he pretty much dropped the name as soon as they became friends.
In canon, he did it cause he thought the nickname Annabeth gave him was clever, but I think that's wrong given what we know of his childhood. It came of him being mean, so he stopped.
It's fine to tease your partner. I tease mine all the time, but I also make sure he knows it's just that, teasing, I also compliment him the same amount because I know his insecurities.
Percy made an attempt to take on his life and Annabeth still makes fun of him.
#percy jackson#pjo stuff#pjo#heroes of olympus#annabeth chase#one reason why im anti-percabeth and anti annabeth#it sould be so easy for her to complement him#and drop that nickname#its a little to close to brain boy for me to like it#the nickname his abuser gave him in case you forgot#i think annabeth can be redeemed so i wont tag this as anti#anti seaweed brain#percy jackson defense squad
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the boy-but-not-that-way-ism of riz gukgak send tweet
#not art#have been chipping away at a more... proper? so to say. piece of the kids for keepsake. and since its of them at the beach Im rotating#gender stuff in brain again. riz and gorgug ping a lot of the like funny gender stuff in my brain#very specifically adjacent to cultural understanding of it all... like I did say I do think riz has a gender and it can be#translated to ''man'' in solesian understanding but also that boy has close to no self awareness nor does he want to#he grew up as ''goblin'' before ''boy'' and it's kinda how he perceives himself. got a gender but doesn't wanna do much with it#kinda imagining him seeing his grandparents again and realizing that there's a gap there between himself and his grandpa too#and sitting with that for a bit. not for long that kid doesnt do that but for just a little bit#man I truly really do love that riz is aroace. my boy of the unquantifiable unimportant margins....#gorgug though is 100% trans lmao. there's a kinda distance to his own body in how he acts#that's kinda common in ''mad scientist'' characters? (or maybe my perspective's just skewed due to willow jenkins lmao)#kid spent the first two seasons fitting himself in places he Should be able to fit. and s3 is pretty much all about him Making New Spaces#thing is despite looking ardently for like. the reason Why he can't fit in in the first season I think gorgug really does#love his gnome parents and love being their child. and its confusing and tough to have to learn why something you love still hurts you#he wants it to not. he wants to make sense. and then it does and it changes nothing really#until he actively makes choices based on what he's learned. like. damn idk how to word it but#just like the ability to say ''actually this Is my life what are u gonna do? stop me from living it?'' is a powerful force#its rly fun to look at these two guys in these contexts thats like#they will never win the gender game just by virtue of being who they are. it's not designed for folks like them to win#but riz would simply not play and gorgug would design his Own game he's the champion of. and I think that rules
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She was driven mad by the truth (Clover and Emmeline love Hunter to pieces)
#that scene in ftf makes me fucking insane!!!!#their concerned little faces as they trail after him#like. hes not going anywhere. hes just pacing. they dont need to do this#but theyre silly brainless little creatures. they dont really know how to comfort him.#all they know is that hes sad :( and they are filled with love for him :( so they want to be close to him so hes less alone :(#do you ever think about how#clover and emmeline spent who knows how many years lost and forgotten#without a witch#i feel like a bond with a witch is the core of any palisman. they feel a void if they dont have one#so their little brains can certainly put together how devastated hunter must be to lose his ''other half''#its literally the worst thing their little brains could think of. its heartbreaking for them to see#but again. thryre not the brightest. theyre just like ''he's all alone'' :(#so their solution is to attach themselves to him so hes not alone#thats all they can think to do. theyre trying#also i feel like a part of their love for hunter is influenced by willow and gus' love for hunter#considering witches and palismen have a mental link im sure they fully understand just how deep the adoration for this boy runs#and thats all the reason they need to love him too#(i cant sleep. so you get very emotional babbling about palismen)
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HIII THABK U FOR THE TRIVIA AND ASHE SONG before i take forever 2 answer those or forget here is a blank ticket to please please talk about prime defenders and their AWFUL emotional literacy and processing skills i would literally love to read that essay so much ive also been thinking about it incessantly. big eyes staring up at u.png. ok ok peace out GOODNIGHT !!!! <33
i lied actually im not going to bed im judt thinking about this ans listening to St. John on a loop now. hello catkiss.gif i forgot how youve filled me with so much joy. that cat is so fuckign cute
anyway. hi :) prime defenders huh. this is gonna be less of an essay and more of a sleepy ramble but ohhh i have so many thoughts. they all process things so differently and none of them are good at it they all need therapy so bad. ms.g where is the hero therapy why didnt you build that into w.a.t.c.h ma'am
vyncent is probably the best at actually processing things out of all of them, he just internalizes everything to the point where he wont talk about it unless hes pushed past the breaking point. vyncent is actually very.. emotionally intelligent? i want to say mature but that feels like im singling him out because hes the oldest. i just feel like because he grew up on Fauna and had to be in basically survival mode in a world full of monsters trying to kill you.. that makes a person grow up quicker than they should. i think vyncent had a good childhood and for the most part his parents took good care of him but just.. living in that world doesnt seem like it leaves room for a whole lot of expressing emotions. vyncent is good at quick analysis of a situation, but unless a problem directly interferes with the current goal he doesnt externalize it to everyone else. but bottling up his feelings and emotions just builds up pressure over time until something like the lich makes him blow up and let it all out at once, usually in a dramatic monologue format bc condi is really good at those god damn it. also they played off the fact that vyncent said all of that to the lich and then missed his attack as a funny thing but i like to think of it as. he got too overwhelmed w his emotions and lashed out too soon it made his fighting messy. vyncent is so angry and honestly after what hes been through he deserves to be !!!!
william wisp. my boy. god hes just like me fr so much so that it physically hurts sometimes. anyway. i always think back to the scene where theyre all in the cabin talking about themselves/sharing backstories and william keeps desperately trying not to talk about himself. the fact that hes so ashamed of his powers he hides wisp form every time. two of his powers are LITERALLY a) turning invisible and b) turning intangible, usually as an excuse to leave whatever situation hes in ("accidentally" falling through the floor at opportune moments in season 1) . theres. a thing that happens at the end of episode 13/beginning of epidode 14 that youre really close to and i wont spoil yet but god it has to do with this so extremely much please come back to my inbox when you get there. youll know what it is trust me. um. yeah. so anyway. i think a lot of this comes from a place of. he doesnt want anyone to be scared of him. williams not stupid hes incredibly smart and insightful he knows his powers are objectively SCARY. hes scared of himself constantly, he doesnt want anyone else to feel that way about him, so he shifts focus whenever those aspects of himself are brought up because if someone were to think about it for any amount of time theyd realize the truth that hes scary and dangerous to be around (<< william logic. hey remember how one of the reasons he originally left deadwood was because the monsters there were attracted to the wisps and therefore Him so he left to keep his friends/family out of danger)
i think a lot about williams death and the immediate aftermath, i dont know how much you actually know and how much of this comes later but . how does he go home after waking up from that. his parents know about his powers, so they MUST know what happened. what do you think he told them when he god home muddy and dirty and broken and probably bloody after being missing for. god knows how long. how does he look his mother in the eyes and tell her her little boy is dead. but hes also not because hes standing right in front of her. how the fuck do you think he felt the first time he went into wisp form and saw his body laying there !!! of course he wouldnt want to talk about that!!!! youre gonna have to pry william wisps emotions from his cold dead hands !!!!!!!
dakota's response to the ashe situation was to run away in the woods and do nothing but train for 10 months. he didnt think about it for 10 months. i dont even have a whole lot to say about dakota other than like. stunned silence whenever his inability to process trauma is brought up because grizzly does such an incredible job at being like "you ask dakota how hes doing and his face is just blank" << paraphrased actual quote from an episode i cannot remember which one. either 11 or 12 ?
also because im thinking about him im including ashe in this. we didnt get to see a whole lot of his canon reactions to extreme emotional situations so a lot of this is just coming from My Mind but ashe seems like hed be the type to repress a lot of his emotions too. being alone in your house/in your room for extended periods of time will do that to a guy. i think he feels a lot of things and will probably very openly cry/scream/get angry when hes alone but as soon as he knows another person is there he can immediately flip the switch to turn it all off like nothing happened. very much a deadpan "im fine." if someone asks how hes doing, even if hes got like. the remainder of tear tracks down his face. cannot physically express his emotions in the presence of someone else
#very tempted to add a thing about the greats to vyncents section but i am not going to#anyway do u think it was weird for him to have the people he idolized in his brain. they knew things he thought#they felt things he felt they probably talked about it its no wormnder he keeps his emotions close to his chest etc etc etc#anyway.#im projecting a little bit on all of these can you tell. dont take any of this as canon i am fully like.#oh boy how can i put aspects of my godawful mental health practices on my favorite little superhero teens.#especially ashe be he has not a whole lot of canon basis . sorry ashe you get my emotion switch#asks#intertexts#friends!!!#jrwi pd#um!!! sorry i went off on the second william paragraph i think about the early stages of him gaining his powes a lot.#its the danny phantom in me#also that last sentence was especially mean of me sorry. i did yhat on purpose :) i love to be evil#OKAY. im going to bed for real now. i had 2 get this out of my system before i slept on it and forgot all the thoughts fresh in my mind
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Alright boys pack it up no more rain world posting new oni dlc is coming out in less than a week
#rat rambles#oni posting#rain posting#I jest I will probably still be posing some rain world stuff if I get around to designing more guys#but I can already feel the oni brain coming back and am half tempted to do one last comb through the files even tho I know itll be#pointless because the full dlc will be at my fingertips very soon#to be clear I 100% will be combing through the data of the full release too but thats a given#calvin my boy pls make it in pls don't get scrapped pls my boy#oh now that we're getting close Im gonna let myself talk abt this just this once but if you care abt potential spoilers stop reading#anyways so last I checked where the duplicant descriptions and stuff is stored there was an additional new duplicant named calvin#now I wasnt able to find anything else referencing him from my admittedly not super deep digging but he was there#I did thoroughly look through the spritesheets tho and hes definitely not there from what I could yell#or at least he wasnt when I checked idk maybe they put him in during one of the patches for some reason#but yeah I hope he makes it in despite all the specific advertising of them adding one new duplicant#its actually these descriptors that have been making me not wanna talk abt calvin dupe too openly as if he does make it in its probably#going to be a pretty big spoiler for a bit?#ofc if he is a secret of sorts then he wont be for long but if he is meant to be a surprise I don't wanna scream on the rooftop abt it#but I do wanna have proof that I found him before hand it he is a surprise I need to feel cool and special for looking at one file <3#yknow what I think I actually am going to pop open oni and tripple check that I'm not missing anything#I was playing rw a lot to cope with the dlc not being fully out but at this point Ive finished every campaign except saints#and saints is being a buggy bastard for me rn and keeps repeatedly softlocking me so Im giving up on it for now#like just this morning I did the entirety of the hunter campaign in like 2 hours I have so little left to do#if I do decide to replay a campaign tho it's probably going to be either gourmands or spearmasters since theyre my favorites to play as#idc what anyone says Ill always preffer the spearmasters story to rivulets I adore them both but ppl do not appreciate spearmaster enough#like every person Ive seen play it sees the ending as disappointing and I wont stand for it its high-key my favorite ending#now thats entirely because Im a moon enjoyer and a tragedy enjoyer but still I will always lose my mind over moon's final message
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your post about sylus essentially conditioning the reader to sit on his lap hasjsakddf that was so perfect and in character đ i love it sm its given me so much brain rot - how bout this:
can i request the lads boys reaction to the reader randomly asking to be carried/picked up in the middle of walking? for no other reason just to see how'd they react lol
LaDS casually carrying MC
Xavier
The most casual. He just smiles at you and asks, "Bridal or piggyback?" in the same tone as if he's asking what you want to eat.
And he's not just playing along. He means it. He wants to be the one you lean on â metaphorically and literally.
You can try and backtrack but then you'll get those eyes. The bluest puppy dog eyes that can break the strongest of wills. "Are you sure? We still have a few blocks to go to the cafĂ©, I donât want you to get tired..."
You feel like you're holding out on him by not letting him carry you. The mind tricks this man is capable of to get what he wants are ridiculous.
You fold embarrassingly fast and Xavier is happy as can be with you on his back, your arms and legs around him like a full-body embrace. He can see the tactical advantage to carrying you like this during missions, too.
Rafayel
"You want me to carry you?â Rafayel scoffs. âWhat if I pulled a muscle in my arm and couldn't draw for a week? No thank you!"
He refuses until you ask if it's not that he doesn't want to carry you, but that he can't.
Now you've wounded his pride. He might not be the God of the Sea anymore, but he can't let this go unanswered! Rafayel will be on you relentlessly to let him pick you up, no matter how long it takes.
"Whoa, be careful, cutie! There's no telling how deep these puddles are from all the rain â you're super lucky your boyfriend is here to carry you to safety."
When you finally break and let him do it just so he can prove a point, he realizes he likes this way more than he thought he would. You're like his adorable little prisoner and the only way you're getting out is in praise and smooches. This will become a regular thing, I fear.
Zayne
âI told you to wear more comfortable shoes.â
Zayne inwardly grins at how quickly you deflate at his blunt response. It's adorable.
But Zayne has a hard time denying you something so innocent as wanting to be close to him. So he guides your arm to wrap around his shoulders and picks you up with a strength that always takes you by surprise.
He waits for you to settle comfortably in his arms before he starts walking. He's aware of the disapproving stares from the people around you and not too long ago, he would've been one of them. How quickly his perspective has changed because of you.
Zayne is brought out of his thoughts when he feels you peck his cheek and now you get that oh so familiar look of gentle reproach from him. "I am working on being more affectionate but I'm not there yet, MC. Now, behave or your ride will end early."
Sylus
Sylus is so caught off guard that, for once, you can see his entire thought process play out through his expressions.
Surprise at your request, suspicion you're just toying with him, the realization you're being somewhat serious, and then the most gratified look you've ever seen on his stupid smug face.
Now youâre speaking his language. So delighted youâre finally catching on, he just picks you up and continues on his way without breaking his stride.
However, you didn't specify how he should carry you. So you're draped over Sylus's shoulder and to keep you there, his hand is dangerously high up on your thigh for being in public. The smack on your ass is so inevitable, you can feel it like it's already happened.
"You just said you were tired, now you want me to put you down? You need to learn to make up your mind, kitten. I'll just carry you until you're sure of what you want."
#i think rafayel is the only one who hasn't carried us yet...? correct me if i'm wrong#love and deepspace#love & deepspace#love and deepspace x reader#love & deepspace x reader#lads x reader#l&ds x reader#my writing
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how about Jason with the prompt "text me when you get home"? the one time they forget/fall asleep before sending the text and Jay loses hid mind. rushes over expecting them to be dead but they passed out on the couch as soon as they got home
really superbly SCRUMPTIOUS prompt Aud. I love protective jaybird đ„°âŒïž thanks for sending something in đ«¶
jason todd x gn!reader. worried protective snuggly jason. no warnings really, ya boy is just paranoid and madly in love with you đ
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As soon as you get out of your last class of the day, your phone rings.
You answer it, wedging the phone between your ear and shoulder as you fish in your bag for a couple of bills. You're already walking to the train station.
"Hi, snookie bear," you say into the phone, slightly delirious with hunger and sleep deprivation.
Jason snorts on the other end. "That's a new one. Hey, baby. Y'heading home?"
"Indeed I am."
"Need a ride?"
You wait and listen. Eventually, you hear the sounds of hitting and grunting in the background. You roll your eyesâonly Jason would be in the middle of a fight and then ask if you need a ride home.
"No, I'm okay. It's not dark yet. Plus you sound busy."
"I'm never too busy for you," he says immediately. "And it's gonna get dark in an hour. Are you sureâ"
"Yes, Jay," you say gently. "I'm sure. Don't worry about me. I'm going straight home."
You're already at the station. There's a good amount of people, students and workers alike. The university is in a relatively okay part of town, especially during the day. You're not worried. It's not like you traipse through Crime Alley on your downtime.
"Okay." Jason takes a deep breath. "Justâjust be careful. Text me when you get home."
You note the hint of worry in his tone. Maybe this week has been particularly saturated with crime. Jason tends to get a little overbearing about your safety when he's had a tough week. You know he had go down to BlĂŒdhaven and help his brotherâwith what specifically, you don't know.
Most of the time, you're sure you don't want to know.
"I always do," you say. The train pulls up to the station. "Ooh, train's here! I'll talk to you later. I'm thinking of ordering takeout. Too tired to cook."
"Okay, sweetheart. Be safe. Love you. Lock your door."
You roll your eyes fondly. "Yes, Jay. Love you too. Bye."
You hang up as you step onto the train. You pull your headphones out of your bag and shut your brain off during the ride. By the time you get off the train, you've lost hope that you'll be doing any work tonight. You're absolutely wiped out after three back-to-back classes.
It's still light when you get home. You lock the door after you get in, the habit ingrained into you, and dump your bag onto the couch.
Takeout is a no-go. You're hungry now and about thirty seconds away from passing out on the couch.
You change into your home clothes, eat a granola bar, and call it a day. You'll eat more later.
You turn off your phone to bar any annoying notifications and fall into bed, eyes closing immediately.
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The sound of your deadbolt being teared off its chain wakes you up. You flinch and jump awake, trying to blink through sleep. Your mouth is dry from how hard you slept, and your eyesight is slightly blurry from the sudden flood of moisture.
Your bedroom door swings open, and suddenly you're pulled into warm, heavily muscled arms. You hug back on instinct; you'd know the feel of your boyfriend anywhere.
"Jay, hâ"
"You didn't text," he says, voice shaking. "You said you would. I wasâI thought you wereâ"
You tense, guilt knocking into you.
"Shit. Jason, I'm so sorry. I meant to, I was just so tired..."
Jason pulls back to look at you, hands still on your shoulders. His expression is stern.
"I'm gonna pick you up from now on. When are your late days?"
"Jay, no, GCU is across town. You can't possibly pick me up three days a week. That's too much! What about patrol?"
"Somebody else is out at this time," he says stonily. "Crime Alley can wait an hour while I get you home."
His eyes blaze green, a side effect of the Pit. You can tell he's putting every effort into keeping a lid on the worry and fear and anger over your silence.
"Jason." You cup his face. "Honey, I'm safe. I'm sorry I didn't text you. I'm sorry I worried you. But your adrenaline is spiked right now, Jay. Everything feels magnified. I don't need to be picked up. I was perfectly safe coming home. Okay?"
He shakes his head, holding your wrists. "Anything could've happened. I was soâfuck, baby, I was so scared. I-I checked the station footage and the traffic cams, and I didn't see you after you cut through the park, and I thoughtâI was sure you'dâ"
Jason pulls your arms around his neck and buries his face into your shoulder. He supports you by the backs of your thighs, tugging you into his lap. Then he clings tight.
"Oh, Jay," you murmur, petting his curls. "I'm alright. This end of Gotham isn't so bad. And I know you'd have found me even if something had happened. But nothing did."
"Can't lose you," he chokes out.
"You won't lose me, honey," you say. "You keep me safe."
He trembles in your embrace. You kiss the shell of his ear and continue to pet his hair.
"Let me pick you up tomorrow, at least," he pleads. "We'll get dumplings at that place you like. You barely ate anything when you came home."
"Okay, Jay," you say, because you know he needs that reassurance. He won't relax without it. "That sounds good."
You keep stroking his hair. "Y'wanna order in now?"
"In a minute."
Jason lays you both down on the bed. He throws a leg over yours and pulls you into his chest. It's now that you see just how much tension is locked in his shoulders. He's exhausted.
"Jus' wanna hold you for a bit," he says, lips resting on your shoulder.
He's drowsy, the adrenaline finally ebbing. You close your eyes and snuggle into his arms.
"You can hold me for as long as you want," you say, threading your fingers with his. "I'm not going anywhere."
#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#jason todd x y/n#jason todd fanfiction#red hood x reader#red hood x you#red hood fanfiction#batman fanfiction#dc fanfiction#inbox#blurb
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pairing â ot7 enhypen x gn! reader ÊŹÊŹ content / warning(s) â extra extra soft fluff, established relationship, non-idol au, just enha spoiling you with gifts <3 ê word count : 1,637 ÊŹÊŹ go back to the start? ă» archive áą..áą lev notes : i wrote the whole thing with good thing by nct 127 on repeat and i think it did something to my brain. after making this i now want someone to gift like the boys do- cause the hell man :(( i envy their relationship its so cute T-T (i literally wrote this) thx for proofreading and editing this again twin <3 (gotta make sure twin gets their recognition)
đđđ đđđđŠđđšđĄđ - plushies
you come home to find a familiar pink gift bag sitting on your bed, decorated with little hearts and a note in heesungâs handwriting: âa little something for your collectionâhope they make you smile! - heeâ
excitedly, you peek inside, immediately spotting the cute sanrio tags and soft pastel colors. you pull out not one, but three adorable plushiesâmy melody, cinnamoroll, and hello kitty, each one perfectly cuddly and looking up at you with their iconic smiles.
just as youâre hugging my melody close, heesung steps into the room, a shy grin on his face as he watches your reaction. âi couldnât decide on one,â he admits, scratching his head. âso i figured⊠why not get them all?â
you canât stop smiling as you place the plushies carefully among the others on your shelf, each one finding its perfect spot. âtheyâre perfect,â you say, turning to give him a grateful hug. âyou know me so well.â
he chuckles, returning the hug. âi love seeing your face light up every time. besides your collection wouldnât be complete without the whole sanrio squad, right?â
with a laugh, you look back at the shelf, feeling warm inside. thanks to heesung your little plushie family just got a lot bigger.
đŁđđ„đ đđąđĄđđŠđđąđĄđ - clothes
youâre scrolling through your phone when you get a text from jay: âcheck your doorstep!â
curious, you open the door to find a large shopping bag sitting outside. you bring it inside, already knowing who itâs from. as you pull out one dress after anotherâsoft fabrics in different colors, some with delicate lace, others with simple eleganceâyou canât help but laugh, imagining jay going through the store and picking each one out.
a moment later, he shows up at your door, grinning like heâs just won a prize. âso, what do you think? i couldnât decide on just one, so i got youâŠoptions,â he says with a wink.
âoptions?â you tease, holding up a deep blue dress. âjay, you bought out the whole store!â
he shrugs, unbothered. âi just wanted you to have the best. besides, i know you have that event coming up, and i wanted you to feel amazing.â
you shake your head, touched. âyouâre too much, you know that?â
he grins, gently nudging you toward the mirror. âgo try one on, just to see how perfect you look.â
with a smile, you head to change, grateful for his thoughtfulness and the joy he finds in seeing you happy.
đŠđđ đđđđŹđšđĄ - perfume
youâre sitting on your bed, flipping through a magazine, when you hear a light knock on your door. âhey, can I come in?â jakeâs familliar voice calls out from the other side.
âsure!â you reply, setting the magazine aside. as he steps in, you notice heâs holding a beautifully wrapped box, the corners tied with a silky ribbon.
âwhatâs this?â you asked curiously.
jake grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement. âopen it and see!â
you carefully unwrap the box, revealing a stunning bottle of your favorite perfume, the one you always rave about. the familiar shape of the bottle brings an instant smile to your face. âjake! you remembered!â
âof course i did! i always remember,â he says, pride evident in his voice. âi figured it was time to restock your collection. i know how much you love this scent.â
you get up and give him a warm hug, breathing in the comforting mix of his cologne and the fresh scent of the perfume. âyou always know how to make me happy. thank you!â
he chuckles, pulling back to look at you. âi just want to make sure you never run out. you wear it so well.â
you shake your head in delight, placing the perfume on your vanity. âiâll always think of you when I wear it,â you say, feeling grateful for his thoughtful gesture.
đŁđđ„đ đŠđšđĄđđđąđąđĄ - chocolate
youâre at your desk, sorting through some papers, when you notice a familiar small box tucked beside your things. smiling, you pick it up and read the note stuck on top: âjust because. - sunghoon.â
opening it, youâre greeted by the rich aroma of chocolateâa collection of your favorite flavors. dark, milk, hazelnut-filled, and even a few fruit-infused truffles.
itâs the third time this week sunghoon has surprised you with chocolate, each box seemingly chosen with extra care.
later, as youâre enjoying a piece, sunghoon walks in, catching you mid-bite.
âcaught you!â he teases, grinning as he leans against the doorframe. âhowâs todayâs selection of sweets?â
you laugh, holding up the chocolate box. âperfect as always. i still donât know how you manage to get these here without me noticing.â
he shrugs, looking pleased. âi have my ways,â he says, pretending to be mysterious. then, with a softer smile, he adds, âi just like knowing that youâre never without a little something sweet.â
you smile, feeling warmth spread through you. âwell, thanks to you my lovely boyfriend, iâve never been happierâor more stocked on chocolate.â
đđđ đŠđšđĄđąđą - jewelry
one quiet afternoon, sunoo shows up at your door with a mysterious grin and a small, velvet box in his hand.
âwhatâs that?â you ask, your curiosity piqued as he invites himself in and settles onto the couch beside you.
he just smiles, handing you the box without a word. inside, nestled against the satin, is a delicate silver bracelet, adorned with a tiny charm shaped like a star. your eyes widen in surprise as you look up at him. âsunoo, itâs beautiful! you didnât have toâŠâ
but heâs already lifting his wrist to show you a matching bracelet around his own. âitâs not just for you,â he says, looking at you with a gentle smile. âitâs for us. i found these and thought it would be a nice reminder⊠something we can both wear.â
a warm blush creeps onto your cheeks as you turn the bracelet over in your hand. âitâs perfect. thank you, sunoo.â
he beams, taking the bracelet from you and gently fastening it around your wrist. ânow, every time you see it, youâll know weâre connectedâeven if weâre not together.â
you reach out, holding his hand, and squeeze it. âi love it, really. but i love you more.â
he laughs, giving your hand a playful squeeze back. âgood, because thatâs the part of the gift iâm hoping youâll keep forever.â
you both sit there, admiring your matching bracelets, feeling closer than ever as the sunlight filters through the room, casting a gentle glow over both of you.
đŹđđĄđ đđšđĄđđȘđąđĄ - flowers
the soft chime of the doorbell echoes through the house, pulling you from your cozy spot on the couch. you rise, curious about who could be at the door. as you open it, a burst of color greets you: jungwon stands there with a bright bouquet of flowers in hand, a broad smile stretching across his face.
âsurprise!â he exclaims, presenting the bouquet like a trophy. the flowers are vibrant, a mix of sunflowers, daisies, and wildflowers, their sweet scent filling the air.
your eyes widen, and a smile blooms on your face. âoh, jungwon! theyâre beautiful!â you reach out to take them, feeling the warmth of his enthusiasm radiate towards you.
âi thought you could use a little brightness today,â he says, stepping inside. âi know youâve been busy with work and school, so i wanted to remind you that youâre doing an amazing job.â
you feel a swell of gratitude as you breathe in the flowersâ fresh scent. âyou always know how to make my day better,â you reply, feeling the weight of your stress start to lift.
âi just love seeing that smile on your face,â he says, his voice sincere. âyou deserve to be reminded how wonderful you are.â
as you arrange the flowers in a vase, jungwon leans against the counter, watching you with a soft smile. âevery time you look at them, i want you to remember that youâre loved, no matter how tough things get.â
you glance back at him, your heart warming at his words. âthank you, jungwon . this really means a lot to me.â
he steps closer, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. âyou know iâll always be here for you, right? just like these flowers, iâll always try to bring a little color into your life.â
you lean into him, feeling the comfort of his embrace. âiâm so lucky to have you.â
he kisses your temple gently, and you close your eyes, savoring the moment. with jungwon by your side and flowers brightening the room, you know that no matter what challenges come your way, youâll face them with a smile.
đĄđđŠđđđ đšđ„đ đ„đđđ - sunglasses
riki practically skips over to you, a mischievous grin plastered across his face and his hands hidden behind his back. you give him a curious look, and he finally reveals what heâs holding: two pairs of sunglasses, both sleek and stylish with tinted lenses.
âtada~ matching sunglasses,â he announces proudly, handing you one of the pairs. âi figured it was time to make you as cool as me.â
you laugh, slipping them on. âso, does this mean i get honorary 'rikiâs fashion sidekick' status now?â
he nods, adjusting his own sunglasses as he strikes a dramatic pose. âabsolutely. now we can both look this good,â he teases, winking at you from behind the lenses.
the two of you step out into the sunlight, instantly feeling like the coolest duo around. you both take turns posing, doing mock runway walks and playfully pointing at each other like youâre celebrities. riki laughs every time you strike a ridiculous pose, clutching his sides with giggles.
eventually, you both settle down, leaning against a wall, still wearing the shades and smiling widely at each other. âi think we should make this our thing,â riki says, nudging you. âmatching sunglasses, everywhere we go.â
you nod, grinning. âagreed. itâs our official look.â
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any juice for baby boy shinichiro?
when ppl put him with a partner who is taller, extremely attractive and just generally insanely out of his league...ive seen some ppl write this exact trope for both male and female readers and omg its so satisfying for the soul. + his friends reacting to how the fuck did shin pull a big dick supermodel. godtier trope
nsfw but genuinely do what you prefer either way!! love to read everything you put out, regardless of the contents or characters haha
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Author's Note: I made the reader a literal model because I really like that idea, hehe. HCs + scenarios filled with plenty of sub Shin getting his entire world rocked, just for you, anon! đ
Pairings: Shinichiro x male reader
Warnings: Male model!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Shinichiro, risky sex, sixty-nine, size kink, mild hand fetish
âą Who would ever think that Mr. Handsome who visits the local mechanic shop was actually dating the shop's owner?! No one, clearly
âą Customers whisper amongst themselves after you and Shinichiro step into the office in the back, and, if they're lucky, they might catch a glimpse of you two locking lips
âą Or a glimpse of your strong arms bending Shin over his own desk. They try to avert their gaze once they realize that you're about to pound the store owner's brains out right then and there
âą On many occasions, he's had to take off work the next day because his legs have become jelly⊠and if you really feel bad for him, you'll give in when he sniffles âYou'll need to take care of me while I recover :(â
âą It's not any different when your lovely partner comes to visit you at work. Photographers can be impossibly picky some days, and when you pose for hours in little to no clothing for, yet another, underwear ad, it is nice to see your lover's smiling face walk through the door
âą Shinichiro brings you lunchâmade by his own hands, of courseâcomplete with a note or doodle. And when he doesn't cook, you'll jump at the opportunity to leave the studio for a lunch break together
âą The crew at the studio are always annoyed at how long you're gone, but what they don't realize is that more than half of your "lunch break" is just you and Shinichiro banging in the public bathroom
⹠Shinichiro isn't short, though when he stands next to you, he sure feels like it⊠you're nearly a foot taller than him (or more) and quite muscular to boot. And yes, you will use these facts to tease him
His arm stretches as far as it can, but it's just not enough to reach the item he needs on the tippity top shelf. He calls out to you for assistance, and you stroll into the room, grinning mischievously as the gears turn in your head.
âAw, shorty can't reach it all by himself?â
Shinichiro pouts, âI'm not short, you're just too tall! âŠBut I do need help getting that down pleaseâŠâ he relents.
âOf course.â to his surprise, he's suddenly lifted up by his waist, now at the correct height to reach what he needs. With embarrassment quickly setting in, Shinichiro snatches the item then stammers for you to "put him down, now!"
He thinks himself safe when his feet touch the floor again, but it's only for a second. As quickly as you let go of his waist, you spin him around and plop him on top of the counter. The blush dusting his cheeks begins to show as you still tower over him, even now. His eyes slowly close as you kiss himâeagerly pushing your tongue past his lips and pulling a few moans out of him.
âŠaaaand just like that, you pull away and leave. Leaving behind a lightheaded mechanic with a newfound throbbing sensation between his thighs.
âą If it's not obvious yet, I do think Shin would have a bit of a size kink. Maybe he doesn't realize it until he's actually with you, but it's definitely there
âą Someone larger than him, laying their weight on his back while a massive cock fills him so much that it creates a stomach bulge? Yeah, that's the good shit đ„Ž
⹠I just had an image of 69'ing with Shinichiro pop into my head⊠ugh
Wrapping your lips around his pretty dick while he struggles to take half of yours. His tip is leaking already, and you gladly accept everything that drips out and onto your tongue.
Shin arches his back, enjoying all of these sensations; your hot mouth around his cock. Your cock pushing further and further into his mouth. Your hands spreading his cheeks apart andâ
âMmgh~ babe, pleaseâŠâ
âPlease what?â you ask, popping off his dick long enough to ask a question that you already know the answer to.
A groan echoes within his throat, garbling the words attempting to escape through his lips. âD-do it⊠I can take it.â
With a serious fire lit within you, you suck his cock deeper into your mouth. Gently, at first, a finger eases its way into Shin's hole, making him arch deeper and dig his nails into the skin of your thighs. Soon after that, a surge of cum surprises you, shooting down your throat as you're forced to swallow it. Poor baby is apologizing when he hears your choked moaning⊠he didn't mean to cum yet, you just made him feel so fucking good đ„ș
âą He looooves having your hands on him~
-> Hands holding his waist while you slide into him. Breath heavy and right in his ear, whispered words of praise and how fucking tight he is
-> Hands connecting with his as you pin him down and steal (yet another) kiss
-> Hands working their magic on his erection. Both hands wrapping around his cock, milking more out of him like a relentless living fleshlight
-> Hands combing through his messy hair after a ride in the town. Detangling the knots as best as you can before he takes a shower
-> Hands on his lips, sliding into his mouth while you coo âGood boy~â
-> Hands scissoring his hole open. Making his knees wobble as you take it nice and slow, rhythmically pumping in and out with your thick fingers
-> Hands wiping tears from his eyes on your wedding day â€ïž
âą Uh um, yeah⊠moving on đ”âđ«
âą Now, since you're a model, Shinichiro has gotten some unwanted attention from random strangers and paparazzi. It's mostly when you're seen together, but some fans have even shown up at his shop just to ask if you were there đ€
âą You're very quick to tell anyone off though. Polite, if possible, yet stern all the same. Because gods help any person who's dumb enough to lay a hand on your man, or even make him uncomfortable in the slightest. All of your muscles aren't just for show
âą And, as a model, you have been known to pull a few strings. Only a few times. But you were able to have Shin as a guest for a few magazine covers or spreads
It's hard to act professional when his beloved is basically nudeânothing except the brand's boxers to cover that thang that makes Shinichiro squirmy and wet.
The photographer wants some rather intimate shots of Shinichiro sitting on your lap, facing you. The makeup on his face does help hide the growing blush, but to you, as you sit merely inches apartâit's quite obvious.
You also notice the semi-boner underneath his own set of boxers⊠you have to remind him that this is a professional setting, and he needs to calm down or you'll both get in trouble. But honestly, how can he? Even staring into your gorgeous eyes would be enough to turn him on!
Gently, you rub his back and whisper to him âKeep it together here, and I'll give you a private show later tonight, ok?â To which Shinichiro enthusiastically shakes his head, nearly making himself dizzy.
Oh, the things you do to him later~
âą Now, about his friends and familyâŠâŠâŠ yeah they have no idea how the hell Shin is dating you
⹠They don't mean it in a rude way either. It's just, you're literally actually a model⊠you're insanely attractive, handsome, breathtaking, kinda fuckin rich?, and so on and so forth. So, what made you choose to stay in Shinichiro's hometown (save for business trips and vacations) as opposed to, oh I don't know, living in some mansion or beach house surrounded by other models?????
âą Every single time, your answer is the same: âBecause I love him and want to spend the rest of my life with himâ
âą Yes, your career is important to you, but you can travel when need be for that. Shinichiro Sano lives here, and you're not willing to give him up
⹠As siblings do, Shinichiro's younger ones definitely make fun of him for being with someone way way waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyy out of his league. But it's all in good fun. Besides, they're also protective of him, and make sure you know that, if you ever break Shin's heart, they'll break a leg or two :) (especially Izana⊠that guy kind of scares you⊠except he's also a sweetheart once he realizes that you also care about his brother)
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missed me, missed me, now you gotta...
SUMMARY: minho wasnât grumpy, nor he was jealous. but he hasnât been the same ever since he fell in love with you.
REQUESTED! by a sweet annonie right here. pookie, your idea was lovely to write! lil grumpy minho, im melting⊠itâs a bit short, but I hope you like it! <3
CW: use of (crack) text messages to convey the plot, starring: han quokka as cupid + readerâs bsf, clingy minho as king of my heart, and ngl, type 1 diabetes fluff ahead. keep insulin shots close just in case! lol
WC: 1.1k
A/N: i love how iâm slowly turning into a minho blog/page lmaoo, only minho: the man, the myth, the legend!
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The same ringtone buzzed again during rehearsals. Its ding had sounded so many times already that it had started to get repetitive really quickly.
Minho frowned as he looked in the mirror, retouching his rolled sleeves just once more for what he secretly knew it had been more than twenty times. In the span of ten minutes. Maybe even less.
But Minho wasnât âgrumpyâ.
He so wasnât.
His day had been normal so far. He had no reason to be grumpy. Not one what-so-ever.
He had woken up in between your arms, and even if he had âcomplainedâ about it, he loved being the little spoon. And also, his cats jumped on the bed and, just for once, none of them landed on his face.
There had been just one thing.
âŠ
Well. TechïżŒïżŒnically more than one.
You had rushed outside this morning. You claimed you didnât have time to have breakfast with him, because you were late for something he didnât really get. Because of that, you hadnât come over to the JYP building with him. He had to drive over alone. And you hadnât pecked him goodbye at the entrance like always.
But he. Wasnât. Grumpy.
Not. At. All.
> sunggie: girl, did you hide his cats or smth?
< minhoâs owner: lol, wdym dude?
> sunggie: he looks like heâs going to kill me.
> sunggie: And he loves me! Wtf??
âJisung-ah.â
Han shrieked in his place in the sofa, his phone almost falling off his hands. He quickly turned it off, hoping that the grumpy dancer hadnât seen the old or new messages.
âWho were you texting?â Minho frowned, deeper this time.
âOh.â Jisung chuckled. âJust checking in on noona.â
âMy girlfriend?â The way Minho enunciated the title felt a bit possesive. Jisung eyed at him weirdly for a second. Even he felt weird himself.
Jisung nodded sheepishly, turning his phone back on but quickly opening a random app.
âYeah. I owed her a call back.â He shrugged, nonchalantly accepting that he had opened Subway Surfers, and started to play.
As the catchy music came from Hanâs phone, Minho shook his head.
Not grumpy.
Not at all.
But the thought that you had been texting Han and didnât text him âinstead of himâ did funny things in his chest.
Now, keep in mind that Minho would never describe himself as a jealous man.
He trusted you with his cats, of course he trusted you regarding your relationship. But he had barely got a hold of you all day. And Han had. By call and text. Like he was doing now.
Not grumpy.
Sure.
< minhoâs owner: you dead yet?
Jisung groaned.
> sunggie: no! you made me lose my score!
> sunggie: and I donât have any keys! ă
ă
< minhoâs owner: sucks to suck, lol
< minhoâs owner: but whatâs wrong with my future husband? did you do something?
> sunggie: heâs moody since he came in this morning.
> sunggie: you werenât here tho. smth wrong between ya?
< minhoâs owner: noâŠ? just had to run to work earlyâŠ
And then, something in Jisungâs paboracha brain connected. Probably because of how he had named your contact in his phone.
> sunggie: omg
< minhoâs owner: what?
> sunggie: that corny dumbass
> sunggie: heâs so stupid
< minhoâs owner: bitch what is it???
> sunggie: heâs moody bc u didnât come in with him today!
You hesitated. Could that be it?
< minhoâs owner: really? u think so?
> sunggie: bitch I know so!
> sunggie: imma go get boba for the boys, get your ass here and come w/ me
Jisungâs brain started to work at cupidâs speed.
< minhoâs owner: omw. be there in 5â
âGuys, Iâm gonna go get boba. Do any of you want something?â
The rest of the gang blabbered something while some kept going over the steps of the choreography and the others rested on the couch, doozing off or on their phones. Han quickly noted down everyoneâs orders, not before being squinted down by Minho. He held back a shiver.
âClingy prickâŠâ Jisung mumbled, leaving quickly.
He walked out of the JYP building, waiving and half bowing to the staff members and other artists in the building.
< minhoâs owner: just parked! ^^
Jisung entered the boba place next to the building, smiling at the cashier as he read down the orders on his note app, and stood aside, waiting for the drinks.
âHey!â You smiled widely at him, taking off your scarf, merely leaving it hanging on your shoulders. He clapped your hand, playfully slapping your back.
âWorking hard?â Jisung snickered, pointing at the bag on your other hand.
You side-eyed at him, giggling softly.
âTook some snacks before heading off.â You shrugged. âWe can sneak these in, right?â
Jisung scratched the back of his neck. âWeâll⊠come up with something.â
You both struggled carrying the drinks, teasing each other and betting whoâd make a mess first. But all giggles came to an end when the security guard stared at you.
âName and business?â He asked in a low huff.
Your body stiffened.
âSheâs my sister,â Han chimed back. You were in fact far from being his sister, but that didnât matter when the guard seemed to nod. âSheâs just helping me carry the drinks inside.â
âAnd the bag? Whatâs inside?â
You cleared your throat, smiling. âClothes for him to change once he finishes training.â You lied.
Thank God for his imagination. And for his stupid idea of shoving your scarf and his hoodie into the bag of snacks.
âOk. You may come in.â The guard smiled politely.
Only after the both of you had gotten into the elevator you allowed yourselves to let out a sight full of relief. You two then smirked, high-fiving.
âThank you, bro.â You teased in a snicker.
He cackled. âYouâre welcome, sis.â
You both laughed and joked until you reached the training room.
âThe person you dream of is back!â Han cackled.
âNoona!â Felix grinned happily.
âYeah, thatâs me!â You cackled at Jisungâs faked frown.
You smiled and greeted everyone as you entered, leaving a certain bunny boy for last.
You sat next to him on the couch, and without missing a beat, he took your legs and layed them on his lap.
You took a sip of his drink, and he stared at you, almost with a squint.
âYouâve made me jealous of fucking Han Jisung.â He stated matter-o-factly, making you practically choke on the tapioka pearls.
You coughed. âWhat?â
âYou texted him all evening. And me? Not even a good luck kiss this morning.â
âAw, are you grumpy, kitten?â You grinned teasingly, speaking only towards him in a soft tone to his ear. You pecked his cheek.
He needed more of those.
Grumpy, huh?
âYes. Very.â He mumbled, hiding his blushed and pleased grin in the crook of your neck. âNeed more kisses.â
âWell, you know how it goes.â You mumbled in a snicker. He hummed at you, waiting for you to explain.
You kissed his forehead softly, his hands stroking your thighs.
âMissed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me.â
~Kats, who can write this in one sit, but canât figure out how chemistry works (yes have exams, why did I choose this for myself, help)
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Sakura, did they...set off your romance sensor?
â  "Oh, listen, this boy hereâŠwhenever he senses anything romanticâŠhe goes beet red in the face!!" - Tasuku Tsubakino (Ch.66)
â Hayato Suo, Hajime Umemiya, Jo Togame
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Wow, my windbreaker brain rot has shot me into a whole new timeline where I can sit down and write. Not gonna lie, not my favorite but it is what it is. I've beat my first fic for a fandom nerves.
Hajime Umemiya
When Umemiya had called a rooftop meeting, Sakura had been through them enough to know what to expect. Umemiya would either show up late or be completely off-topic until someone, mostly Hiragi, stepped in to direct the meeting to its actual purpose. Most of the time, the distractions would be on his plants or his giddy plans of having another barbeque with everyone. It used to be annoying, Sakura once believed the reason why Umemiya was so unserious was because he didn't care. But he knows better now than to take that carefree smile on the surface level. Deep down, Umemiya is a great leader who knows when it's time to get serious.
But this...
Sakura's cheeks are already turning pink.
This is a bit too much for him. He hasn't leveled up enough for this.
"The Three Sisters is a method of gardening that involves planting corn, beans, and squash together. The corn provides support for the beans and squash, the beans add nitrogen to the soil, and the squash's sprawling vines create shade and discourage pests too. It's really quite fascinating, don't you think so Ume?" you ask, lightly petting the leaves of his most recent tomato plant sprout. Your eyes downcasted as you thumb away bits of dirt that happened to be blown by the wind onto the greenery. Perhaps it's because you're one of the few people who entertain Umemiya's rapid obsession with his garden, even going out of your way to tell him facts to better his plot and compliment him on his efforts. Heck, Sakura has seen Umemiya crying because Nirei has told him that his saplings look bigger each time. While Sakura does not doubt that those feelings and expressions were genuine, the look Umemiya is giving you, a look you're not even seeing, feels different. Umemiya himself is different.
"Yeah..." Umemiya responds in a soft tone, his voice almost a whisper. Their usually talkative leader who won't shut up for half a second, who talks over people, is currently so distracted that it's kind of embarrassing watching him. He's been staring at you, eyes zeroing in on your fingers as they brush against the leaves, almost entranced by the sight. Sakura would give anything to leave right now, this second-hand embarrassment is too much. Luckily, Umemiya finally seems to register that you and he aren't alone despite the fact he was the one who called the meeting in the first place. His head perks up confused, hands on top of his knees, as he's greeted with varying expressions from his grade captains. Hiragi in particular looks like he's having both a stomach ache and the urge to slap the back of Umemiya's head. The urge is only partially restrained when you also look up, sending them all a little wave. Hiragi isn't going to slug Umemiya if you're there to see it, it's the pride of a man to not get beaten up in front of his crush.
"Oh shoot, you're all here already? Why didn't you say anything?" Umemiya whines, standing up while dusting his pants free of any lingering dirt. He extends a hand to you, not before rubbing his palm furiously on the back of his shirt, to help you up, "I'll see you later?"
"Mm, sure. Good luck with your new sprouts. Remember to remove the bottom leaves once the plants are over 3 feet tall. I'll be upset if they develop fungus issues," you pat Umemiya's cheek gently, ignoring the way that Umemiya completely melts openly at the gesture. You turn to nod at the rest of them, offering another wave goodbye, as you pass them to exit the rooftop. The resounding sound of the door closing finally sets them back on track.
"We did," Hiragi speaks up as soon the vibrations in the air fizzle out with an exasperated expression, referring back to Umemiya's first question, "You were too busy staring. We've been here for almost ten minutes, you idiot."
"Sorry, sorry, my bad," Umemiya laughs easily, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. Although he's been clearly called out, Umemiya doesn't seem the slightest bit ruffled. Sure, he looks a little bashful but Sakura doubts that he'll tone it back much to the embarrassment of any onlooker. Maybe one day, he'll be able to look that happy with his own feelings on display.
A sudden clap has Sakura jolting back to reality, Umemiya's loud voice returning back to something familiar, "Now then, come sit! I prepared some snacks for us all to share."
Everyone else seems used to Umemiya's behavior and they easily follow him, completely disregarding your and Umemiya's interactions as if they never happened. Sakura doesn't really get it but if everyone else is unbothered, it'd be seriously uncool if he said anything. He lets out a sigh, whatever. It's none of his business anyway.
"Sakura, why are you blushing?" Nirei, the bastard, pipes up behind him. Suo, the even worst bastard, laughs behind his hand like he's some rich Victorian lady.
"Huh, no I- I'm not." Sakura's cheeks went from pink to red, now that he's been caught. He looks away, avoiding eye contact, "S-Shut the hell up!"
Hayato Suo
"Mr. Customer, if you're dissatisfied with our menu, you're more than welcome to leave."
Sakura blinks, head jerking up as he crosses the threshold of Café Pothos. Initially, he assumed those words were directed at him even though it wouldn't make sense. He quite likes the menu despite only ordering the same thing each time. But no, when Sakura looks up it's to a rather unexpected sight. Suo sits at the bar counter, back ram-rod straight and his hands folded in his lap, with that ever-pleasant smile on his lips. Across from him stands a worker Sakura has never seen before. He always assumed that Kotoha was the only employee, but today seems to be full of surprises. A green apron with white ties, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, and hands fisted against the hips.
"The bakery across the street would love to hear your complaints, Mr. Customer."
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There is something about the new worker and Suo that keeps Sakura glancing back at them after he's sat himself in a secluded corner. Perhaps it's because it's a new face he has yet to meet at a place he frequents so often. It's normal to be curious right? Or maybe it's Suo being here alone. He's never seen the man "out in the wild" before. They aren't even looking at him, Suo hadn't even looked up when he first opened the door although Sakura is sure that Suo is aware of him. He's creepy like that. The new worker, however, whips an annoyed glance at Suo before letting out an irritated huff, arms crossing over the green apron, and glaring down at Suoâs smiling face. A face that would remain ever-pleasant in any given situation.
Regardless...
"Is this your version of service? It must be hard on the customer," Suo chuckles, a slight tilt of his head that bounces his tassel earring. Suo's laugh, however, causes Sakura to feel a hint of surprise. It's not a laugh he expects the man to give, yet at the same time, it suits him.
"That's because you're a terrible customer and a pain in the ass." The worker sneers, leaning in so the two of them are face to face.
Suo seems to be difficult for anyone to handle.
"It's busy today," Kotoha says, appearing out of thin air and scaring Sakura half to death. A plate of steaming omurice slides in front of him because he really does only order one thing here. It's not a great conversation starter, but it's nice of her to break the odd tension that has settled over the cafe. Kotoha is also looking to the side, watching the scene of her co-worker and Suo bickering and arguing. Passive aggressive comments are being flown out, scathing remarks padded with polite voices, so much so that the two of you don't seem to register anyone else around. Completely wrapped up in your world of irritation versus amusement.
"WhatâŠare they even arguing about?" Sakura chances to ask, his eyes still glued to the curve of Suo's smile, red eye focused solely on you. His hand idly reaches for his spoon, scooping up a bit of rice and egg, yet it hovers in the air ideally. Suo has his head tilted and is leaning somewhat in the worker's space. His eyes don't stray, watching each shift in facial expression carefully to gauge whether his words are having their intended effect. He looks like he's having way too much fun.
"Oh, that." Kotoha giggles, placing her palm on the table. She too looks like she's having way too much fun, "They always go back and forth like that. It's like a game of cat and mouse with those two. They're both stubborn as hell so it's a constant power struggle between them. Although, I wonder what they're arguing about this time. They always bicker at each other when we change shifts."
Kotoha shakes her head, a fond smile on her face. She glances briefly at Sakura before her eyes drift back to the other two. She raises her hand, finally cutting the bubble between you and Suo.
"Hey, I'm back from break. Thanks for covering for me," she calls, waving her hand in the air. The frown that was permanently on your face melts away when you break eye contact with Suo, returning to a more neutral blank look. You only nod to Kotoha, flashing up a thumbs-up, and you move to head back to the kitchen. But not before sticking your tongue out at Suo over your shoulder as you disappear through the doorway. Sakura blinked surprised, he had somewhat expected a different reaction than something so...tame. His eyes drift to Suo and he can feel his cheeks heat up.
He doesn't think he's seen Suo look happier.
Jo Togame
"See, you peel off the seal on the cap. Remove the ring from the little plastic piece you use to push the marble. Then, with your thumb, press down, and poof, the marble drops and you can enjoy!" you grin as you move slowly for Sakura to see your hands with each instruction. The fizz of carbonation and the clink of the marble hitting the glass amplified louder in the abandoned auditorium. A few other shishitoren members are loitering, but only you and Sakura are sitting up on the edge of the stage. After the embarrassment of not knowing how to open the ramune Togame had given him, he sought you out to explain it to him. Sakura didn't think he could stomach it if he went back to Togame again for help. He follows your movement, his fingers removing the thin seal. Popping the ring off the marble pusher, and with his thumb, pushes on the marble. His thumb slips a few times, but you're patient as you coax him to try again. With his third attempt, he feels the marble give, the rewarding sound of bubbles popping.
"Thanks..." Sakura mumbles, a faint blush on his cheeks as you cheer your ramune's together as you take a swig.
"No problem," you say nonchalantly, leaning your weight back on your arms. With the bottle held in your hand, you watch Sakura, who is intently staring at the drink on his own. The silence between you isn't exactly uncomfortable, but you can sense the slight embarrassment oozing off him. "Soooo... how's it taste?"
He gives a soft hum before taking a small sip, the fizzy liquid leaving a tingling sensation on his tongue. It's not as sweet as he thought itâd be. It's rather subtle for a soda. He takes a longer sip this time, the fizz tickling his nose and bubbles popping against his lip. Looking at you sidelong, he can see you already staring at him excitedly. You weren't kidding when you said you were a big fan of this.
"It's sweet, I guess," his voice soft as he shrugs. A few strands of his white hair fell in front of his face. His eyes glance up at you as you stare at him intently, waiting for him to continue. He awkwardly bites the inside of his cheek. It still feels weird having people who actually want to hear his opinion, even if it's as small as a drink. "A bit strange⊠The flavor is nice, but the fizz is new."
He takes another sip, careful with the angle he tilts the bottle lest the marble block the opening. He doesn't really understand the appeal of the marble. It's a nuisance. The fizz was the best part of the soda, but the clinking made it impossible to drink it quietly. Besides, he holds the ramune bottle out, how the hell do you even get it out? Does he need to throw it against a wall to break the bottle? He doesn't want to get broken glass everywhere since someone could accidentally step on it.
"Is the marble irritating you?" you ask, laughing quietly under your breath to not set Sakura off into another tomato-faced explosion.
"No!" he answers with a quick hiss, cheeks flushing. He can feel you stare at him as a smirk dances across your lips. He can already envision the teasing youâre concocting to make him react. He gives another soft huff, refusing to look at you, as he fidgets with the bottle. He doesn't want to ask you to help again. He already feels like a helpless idiot. Instead of commenting, you swing yourself upwards, planting your hand on your knee. The other hand, wrapped around the bottle, moves to your lips as you down the rest of your drink. The fizz of bubbles pops in the air while Sakura looks at you bewildered. Weren't you supposed to drink carbonated drinks slowly or you'll stomach hurt? Did you become immune or something from drinking so many?
"Come on, let's go. I still haven't finished my ramune 101 class," you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, winking over your shoulder which sends Sakura into another pink mess, as you slide off the stage.
"W- What do you mean weâre not done?" he stammers quickly, flustered as he scrambles up to follow you. He feels a bit dizzy from going from a sitting position to standing too quickly. He grips the bottle in his hand and takes a few quick steps to catch up to you as you stride to the doors leading outside the auditorium. You laugh again when he rushes to catch up. His quick reaction time betrays his small stature. It's kinda cute.
"It means I'm gonna teach you how to get the damn marble out, genius" you tease, shoving his shoulder as you reach the doors. Opening them, the two of you were met with the cool outside air. It's refreshing after being indoors for so long and the auditorium has gotten you both hot and stuffy. Hence the initial ramune drinks. You quickly take his hand, ignoring the screams, as you drag Sakura to the side of the building. "Togame! Are you sleeping still?"
"Huh?" a tired voice answers groggily from the other side of the wall. Togame is sitting on the ground next to the wall with his back against the auditorium. He has his legs stretched out, his head leaning back on the wall, rubbing his eyes to clear the ever-constant droop in his eyes. He looks as if he is napping before being rudely interrupted, "I was..."
"Oops. Hehe, sorry," you chuckle, hands raised up in a mock surrender although you don't particularly look apologetic. To be fair, Togame doesn't look upset either. Only gives you and Sakura a sleepy smile and nods as he raises his arm high to stretch. His green eyes drifted to the bottles of ramune in your hands with a curious tilt of the chin. In response, you beam at him, rattling the marble inside the glass bottle before handing it to him. "Please, if you could."
Togame snorts as he takes the bottle. There's a hint of playfulness in his tired eyes as he shakes the bottle a few times, letting the marble inside thump against the glass. It's funny watching the marble rattle around. It reminds him of a little toy marble maze he had as a child. He flicks his gaze to look at Sakura, who stands off to the side stiffly. The poor kid looks ready to bolt at any second when given an opening. His own half-finished bottle lays limply in his hand, the marble reflecting off the sun's light.
"You know you just have to twist the cap in the opposite direction right?" he says, wrapping his fingers around the blue lid and twisting the cap off. Turning the bottle over, he catches the marble from the opening into the palm of his hand. He extends his hand, sliding the marble into your waiting ones. "I know you're strong enough to do that."
"Yeah, but my hands get cramps and it's impossible to move it!"
"I don't think that's how that works...But if it really is too hard, you can keep coming to me."
Sakura stands by, feeling out of place as you go back and forth with Togame. Yet, he doesn't feel like an intruder this time, merely an observer. He looks down at his own bottle, hands moving to twist the cap off while making sure he doesn't spill the drink.
It's easy. It pops right off with barely any effort. Sakura has quite literally seen you throw a man double your size over your shoulder.
The marble reflects his face messily, but there's a shine of red glinting off the surface.
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FML: Break
It had only been a few weeks, but already I was over this. Three weeks to crush a dream. Honestly, the burnout had been bad but I thought summer would help. I would have more time to myself. Relax. Reset. But as the first deadlines started breathing down my neck, I was this close to snapping.
The longer I stared, the more I couldnât take it. I needed a break. Something to take my mind off things. Even if just for a few days. I needed Hypnodope.
I first came across their ads freshman year, and I dared my roommate to take the plunge. Their website had a few options, so I popped on a random one, and input one hour, the lowest it went. I just expect it to be a one hour loop of weird mumbling and graphics that we would turn off after a minute or two. But I watched in awe as in a few short minutes, a tan started creeping from his finger tips down his arms. He didnât react then, nor when hair turned a dirty gold and his body hair vanished. But he certainly did as muscle began pumping into his thin frame, moaning as each pulse stretched his now golden skin taut to his muscular frame. He began to hump at the air as he ripped through his clothes, giving me a full view of his rod between his legs, though it was quickly covered by his thick fingers as he began jacking off to the video. By the time he finally came, my roommate was no longer sitting in front of me. Instead, a horny, golden boy was eying me up and down, as he assessed whether or not I was worthy to suck his perfect cock.
He put in the work for that hour, no position off limits, no taste of his too bold as I submitted to him. But just after our second round, he trembled as his skin lost its hue. His muscles were sucked back into his frame, and my new roommate was back, blushing in front of me, as he rushed to put on some clothes.
I hadnât been back to the site since then, a little too self conscious to explore the power I possessed. But after a night in the library from dusk to dawn, with no end in sight, I knew it may be the only way to force myself into a break. With caution I pulled up the site and scrolled the options.
I knew I didnât want anything too serious. Certainly not the extent that my roommate had. But I wanted something that would take the edge off. And I think I found the perfect one: âFucking Feral, Broâ. The name was a bit much, but it had basically everything I wanted. More muscle, boosted stamina, lowered inhibition and capacity for concern. I figured a few hours would be enough to try it out and have a great night out. So, I laid down, turned on the video, and prepared to be relaxed.
Almost immediately my brain felt fuzzy, like the static that was showing was in my head. Then, an image came into focus. It was some muscled up guy, stripped down to his speedo, not a care in the world as he posed for the camera. He looked like he was having fun. I wonder where heâs going? Must be relaxingâŠ
I stretched out on my bed to get comfortable. For some reason I was just so tight. So uptight too. I didnât need to be so stressed. A pressure I didnât know I was holding was releasing from my head. It was so relaxing as I just lay back and stared deeper and deeper at the spiral now on screen. I could be just like the guy on the screen. No.
Like. My. Broooooo.
My hand drifted down to my cock at full attention. I didnât even pause as I felt the heat radiating from it. My had just began gliding up and down. It was insanely sensitive. I bit my lip to keep the moans from escaping. As I stroked up and down, I felt it pulsing in my hand, swelling from five inches to six, then seven, growing more sensitive with each stroke. My toes were curling in my shoes, but soon felt constrained. I looked down to see the cheap leather straining to hold them in. With one flex of my foot, my size 12 soles ripped clean through. Meanwhile, my legs were getting some love, calves shredding while my thighs swole with muscles and fat. They squeezed against my heavy balls, increasing the raw animalistic pleasure I was devolving into as thick pre dribbled from my thick mushroom-tip and coated my monster.
By the time I started to worry a bit, it was too late. It was becoming hard to focus on my body, even as my gut sucked in and pushed out a perfect 6-pack and pecs chiseled from muscle and fat hung heavy on my chest. I could only focus on the changes rippling down my arms because the pump in my forearms was keeping me jacking and my thick fingers and calloused palms were much easier to wrap around my needy cock. I tried to stop myself, to will myself to turn off the now strobing screen. But the sensation was too much, and I could no longer hold back moans that were quickly deepening.
A fog of hormones was fully engulfing my brain now, dimming any reservations I could muster about my heightened state. I was moaning in heat at this point, ready to bury my cock in just about anyone. The video was edging me now, pushing as much change as it could before it released me. Every muscle in my body flexed, getting one last pump in. But as the video gave its command to cum, one pump was all I needed to coat the wall. I was left hot and panting, but somehow relaxed and insanely horny. As I checked myself out, dude I was sooo much hotter.
I let my free hand trace my abs and grab at my meaty pecs. Playing with my nips was like a whole new level bro, sent me into overtime. I couldnât stop imagining the holes I needed to split open with this monster, just as I couldnât stop just flexing, feeling the power surging through my veins. It was almost impossible to pull my hands away, but I knew I needed to hit the bars and get a few drinks in me. Bro, what was old me thinking, setting this for only the night? He was always such a bore anyways. I threw on the tightest tee shirt I could find, and some grey sweatpants. Rocking the fuckboi special, I was on the prowl for some ass to plow.
The night wasnât great. Naw, it was excellent. Climbing back into my dorm room, I was soaked in sweat and reeked of sweat, beer, and cum. I had lost track of how many men Iâd made my bitch that night. I at least remembered ripping off my shirt before sliding into one in the alley outside. God, I was a fucking show dude. Should have seen the faces of some of the dudes, I donât think they were expecting me to switch so easily from topping to bottoming. I was an animal, I was feral.
I was out of control.
I may have been fighting through that horny haze, but I knew one thing for certain. In just a few hours I would wake up in my bed and immediately worry. Worry about the night, the consequences, the danger. And I would never get to have that much fun again in my life. Bro, it was so damn boring being such a square. Someone had to make a decision.
I turned back to my laptop and began scrolling through options. I needed someone like me, someone who would make sure we had a good time. I needed someone to maintain this lifestyle for years. Maybe we could make some physique upgrades too. But above all, I needed someone who couldnât ever find a way to set us back. And there it was, the perfect candidate. As I added more and more time, some stupid warnings tried to pop up, but I didnât care. I was already hard at just the thought of the bro I was about to unleash. I hit play and braced for impact. I was going to be so fucking dumb, dude.
The effect was immediate. My eyes were blinded by a bright flash on screen as a dull ringing buzzed in my ears and rattled my head. The world around me felt heavy and slow. Every muscle was on edge, trembling beneath some unseen weight. The world was pushing in around me. I was frozen in a moment of pressure. But then, at the front of my brain bro, it was warm. And tingly. And soooo relaaaaxed. As it rippled through my head, I couldnât help but relax my face, eyes half closed, tongue out, drool drip
Drip
Dripping.
With each drip, it felt easier to relax, easier to thaw. And as I let each IQ point drip slowly out of my brain, off my tongue, and roll down my chest, I felt the waves crashing down my body.
It started in my shoulders, rolling into mountains of muscle, absurd in size even against my muscular body. But quickly it moved deep in my chest, pushing out from deep within my pecs. The sensation was overwhelming as with each strained breath muscle and fat hung heavier from my frame. I could even feel it as my nips stretched, wide and hard as diamonds. My arms began to loosen and instinctively brought themselves to massage my fat muscle tits. But soon they had to pull away, locked in a double-bicep pose as they inflated to near absurd proportions. As I flexed my forearms in and out, I felt the resistance growing as my biceps rolled back and forth. I was starting to truly feel hot and sweaty as the waves of muscles continued to ripple downward.
I could feel the heat as it started targeting my lower half. No longer toned muscle, it felt heavy against the bed even as I sat there. It throbbed as nearly any remaining fat on my body channeled into my ass, leaving it straining against the seams of my shorts. They were growing bigger by the minute. Though my cock and balls were certainly trying their best to compete. As my pouch was slowly becoming overstimulated by the pressure in their tight quarters, my cock was snaking down my leg to find space. I was ineptly pawing at my zipper, trying to find some release. But the final blow came as my thighs pushed out. The legs were busting through seams as I finally gave up and ripped through the remaining fabric, fervently stroking my heavy cock. Then it too started to dripâŠ
DripâŠ
Drip.
As my cock began oozing, I felt like brain was slowly melting down. My thoughts felt heavy. I knew that the video was giving me commands, but I couldnât even try to process them. I could only feel them slip deep in my brain bruh. I could feel him in there. Some version of me trying to keep it together. But he was getting real confused. And really horny. Heh, he was becoming just like the rest of me. Wasnât it easier to just let my muscles talk? Wasnât it easier to just feel out what to do? Wasnât it easier to just give in and⊠and⊠be⊠duhhhh-
Canât think. Gotta release. My balls are aching dude. I canât hold onto these brains any more. I need it⊠I need⊠au⊠AUH⊠AUGHHHH
As the last of my brains shot out of me, I was left in a state of absolute happiness. No thoughts. No worries. Just heat and muscle. As the last of my brains shot out of me, I was left in a state of absolute happiness. No thoughts. No worries. Just heat and muscle.
I was perfect bro. The world came into focus as I sat up. I didnât even realize my tongue was still hanging out.
It was a beautiful day outside, bruh. I just needed to find a hole to start it off with.
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I MIGHT JUST BE IN LOVE | Spencer Reid x Prentiss!Reader [8]
GIF by fightingdragonswithwho
decription: the FIVE times they hide that they're dating + the ONE time they tell everyone
word count: 17.5k
warnings: blood, gore, usual cm stuff. FLUFF, OH GOD FLUFF. mention of sex (minors DNI in this one), no actual smut but very close to it (actual smut chapter of their first time to come soon), tiny sprinkle of angst because its ME.
author note: WE'RE BACK POOKIES. I'M SO SORRY MY BRAIN STOPPED FUNCTIONING.
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âoh god Iâm gonna marry him, if he keeps this shit up,
I might just be in la la la la la loveâ
The one with the revenge.
âThis is so against company policy,â Bugsy murmured, her fingers twined in Spencerâs hair as he pressed urgent kisses to her neck.Â
âOnly if they have evidence,â Spencer replied, his brows furrowed as she attached her lips to his fervently. Theyâd held it together until this point, kept the touches minimal, left the make outs and needy hands for home when they could be themselves without exposing their best kept secret to the rest of the team. But today was different. Virginia had reached an unnaturally hot peak, and the whole team had been forced to swap out their usual professional attire with something more casual. Spencer had forgone his sweaters, which had been a mourning in itself, and instead had been rolling his sleeves to his elbows in some attempt to cool his thick veins.Â
Bugsy hadnât needed to voice her opinion of the new look. Spencer wasnât stupid, and he certainly wasnât blind. He saw how she looped her fingertips between his, the second they had a minute alone, how her eyes trained on his hands when he drove them home, how she would press a quick peck to the back of his hand in between moments of silence when she had little more to do with her mouth.Â
âIsnât that funny, the evidence locker doesnât have cameras, thatâs almost-â She cut herself off with a jolted moan as he kissed over her collar bone, nipping so gently that it wouldnât leave a mark.Â
âAnd you guys say I talk too much,â Spencer said, a hint of teasing in his voice as she looked at him with a gaping mouth, learning very quickly that Spencer was a downright menace when they were sneaking around, the boy who never broke the rules, who ironed his socks and folded his underwear almost devilish at the idea of doing something in secret.
She pinched his bottom cheekily, and he jumped slightly, only to find her giggling to which he cut her off with an even harsher kiss.Â
She was addictive, which was a strong claim to be made by a man like him. Yet he found himself thinking everything about her lips was laced with a toxin he couldnât keep away from, like heâd had a taste of fresh air and couldnât be without or heâd begin to turn bluer than Violet Beauregarde. Heâd found the golden ticket, the key to the factory. For once in his life, Spencer Reid had come out the other side and won.Â
Bugsyâs hands were yanking at his locks, their lips sliding against one another, and he pushed to the back of his head that they only had about three more minutes before it became suspicious that they were gone from their desks so long.Â
And as if some being up in the heavens was sat back watching with popcorn, the door handle rattled as someone entered the room, and the two of them sprung away from one another.Â
David Rossi strolled in, a fresh cup of coffee in his hand as he sat through his second batch of paperwork, looking for the file from the Milwaukee case to use as source material, His shirt had been unbuttoned, the Virginia heat stifling and he was already starting to regret picking a hot drink over the cold crap that wasnât even real espresso that Penelope liked from Starbucks, yet he thought he might take anything that would cool him down when he strolled into the back room that was known for no open windows, and the sight of two sweating agents greeted him.Â
Spencerâs hair was messed from where he must have ran his hand through it a bunch of times, trying to get it off his neck, Bugsyâs shirt was tucked where she probably attempted to cool herself off in the obnoxiously stuffy four walls as they both flicked through separate files, standing about ten feet apart from one another.Â
âItâs a hot one today, kids,â He said, sliding his coffee on the table and strolling past the two of them towards the âMâ section.Â
They stole a glance at one another, knowing smiles passing between them because it felt entirely clandestine what they were doing.Â
âDonât suppose the director would mind if we pulled funds to invest in a BAU swimming pool, would they?â She chimed in, fanning her blouse out because it really was stuffy in there, she had just assumed it was the feeling she got when she kissed Spencer.Â
âWe fuel the jet once a week, whatâs a pool between co-workers,â He shrugged, smiling when he heard her giggle.Â
Spencer pulled the folder he was actually looking for off the shelf, making his way to the exit, watching her eyes shy away from him because they both knew it was entirely obvious when they looked at one another, mainly because his cheeks heated up beyond what he could excuse as being the heat wave.
Yet he was feeling brazen, and maybe a little embarrassed at the way heâd leapt up as sheâd grabbed his butt, and with a quick glance back to make sure David was nose deep in the bookshelves, he reached out and gave her ass cheek a quick pinch as he waltzed passed her, hearing her yelp and drop her folder as he did so.Â
He left the evidence room with a smirk, heading back to his desk and keeping a low profile though he knew she was scrambling to collect the papers off the floor in the wake of his shameless grab.Â
âYou okay?â Rossi asked, his brows raised and watching the girl rearrange all the papers into a neat pile, a flustered look on her face.Â
âYeah, just thought I saw a spider,â She said, her voice breezy though her heart racing was anything but. She would have her revenge for that, she swore.Â
If Spencer wanted to play that game, then it was on.Â
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Two days later, she had all but strolled into work with a shit eating grin, and he knew she was plotting something then. She had been unnaturally quiet on the car ride, had tried to keep her glances at him sparse, though he caught the little smile that tugged at her lips whenever he looked at her.Â
âWhat?â He tried, despite the fact she shook her head in refusal, her eyes already sparked with mischief, âWhat? Whatâs that look for?â
âNothing, just concentrate on the road, Spence,â She said, though he heard her toes tapping together with delight, and she sighed dreamily as she looked at him. Though he was under no illusion that it had come from a place of endearment, no matter how much she adored him. Because of course she loved him more than anything, he had no doubt about that, yet he also knew she loved a sweet serving of revenge just as much, and it was for that reason her smile alone worried him a little. Â
âOh, nothing, really?â He said with narrowed eyes, though he felt the infectious beam spreading on his face because he loved seeing her happy even if it undoubtedly was coming at his expense, âSo I shouldnât be expecting salt in the sugar shaker, hm? Or a water balloon under my seat?âÂ
âNo, absolutely not,â She feigned innocence, reaching over to squeeze his hand in hers with a guiltless expression, âI am much more creative than that, Spence. Iâm going big or going home, honey, you should know that by now,âÂ
Spencer snickered, pulling her hand up for a sweet kiss to the back of her knuckles, âI donât know why I expected otherwise,â
The look of the cat that got the cream returned, and she merely hummed along to the radio. And oddly enough, Spencer was excited to see what she had hidden up her sleeve if it meant he could make her so childishly excited. He thought about embellishing his freight when she inevitably jumped out at him or had a can of worms pop out of his desk drawer, just to have her seem fulfilled just that bit longer.Â
He didnât care how much of an idiot it made him look, he was already a fool in love.Â
Spencer trailed a few paces behind her as they stepped out onto the sixth floor, and he knew she had something truly diabolical planned because she was so brazen as to lean up and press a kiss to his mouth in the elevator, pressing her body against his and letting her velvet tongue slip into his mouth tenderly. He could have slammed a hand on the emergency stop button right then and there, could have devoured her mouth and her lips and her hot kisses some more until he stumbled out of the doors drunken and idle on her intoxicating touch.Â
He made a move to caress the back of her head with one of his large hands, weave his nails through her scalp to hold her tight to him, only for her to part quickly, leaving his cheeks flushed and his lungs craving more than just oxygen.Â
âFor good luck,â She said with a chirp, a skip to her steps as the metal doors slid open, and she danced away from him with a grin that told him his day was about to be swiftly ruined by whatever it was she had organised.Â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â He asked with a mildly worried tone, not letting her get away from him too easily as he paced behind her, his lean legs weighed down and skittish by the fact his cock was quickly getting hard at the spritely woman who had him trailing her like a dog begging for a bone. He tried not to think of the irony in those words, his expression conflicted between interested and hesitant, âBugsy?â
âI thought you were supposed to be a genius. It means good luck, Spence,â She teased through a wry smile as she plonked herself at her desk chair, swivelling around to face him almost immediately, looking up at him through thick, roguish lashes, âOh! Hotch says he wants the Oregon files done today, pretty boy,â
Because it couldn't be honey or baby or the other nice names sheâd taken to calling him, but she could get away with the same name the entire team had called him for over ten years.Â
Taking a final glance at her face that had chaos written all over it, Spencer held his tongue, looping the strap of his satchell over his head and gently placing it on his desk, his forest hues watching as she logged onto her computer, trying to keep her excitement subtle as she grinned into her keyboard clicks.Â
Spencer Reid had learned quickly never to start something with that girl that he couldnât finish. And yet, by a stroke of boldness and lust, he had gotten caught up in the whirlwind of their excursions. He had forgotten in between the soft touches and gentle kisses and soppy exchanges just how hellish she could be when she wanted.Â
Shaking off whatever that look on her face meant, he rolled his draw out of his desk, the report heâd been half way through typing up laying where he had left it last night before Hotch had told them to wrap up for the day.
Pulling the manilla folder from his desk, he swore his heart leaped into his throat as a piece of thin, lacy fabric had appeared beneath his scribbles of handwriting, laughing at the look on his face when he spotted it sitting there in his drawer.Â
Heâd never seen her wear the satin, red thong before, but judging by the way his mind raced like a gelding let loose to conjure images of her in them, he didnât seem to find it difficult imagining it. The lining was a gossamer mesh, small posies decorating the front in subtle detailing, but it was the floss-like string that trailed down the back that made him stutter, because there was no way that was covering anything important even if it tried.Â
He heard a small giggle, and his head shot up to the offender, only catching the back of her head as she hid into her keyboard. He knew his cheeks were already flushing with poker hot flames, he felt them as much prickling and biting with heat, and he swore the shudder that ran down his spine was involuntary when he reached out to brush the fabric with his fingertip, testing the waters to see if there were really even there. Spencerâs jaw had slacked open uselessly, and she made it a mental note to tease him that she had finally been able to render the man who could tell her Thomas Edisonâs childhood pets in alphabetical order speechless.Â
âYou alright, Spence?â JJ asked with concern lacing her fair brows, because her heels seemed to have made no sound as she had been walking by, unless they had and heâd been entirely wrapped up in his punishment to notice.
He slammed the drawer shut, loud enough to attract the attention of Morgan who was nose deep in his own report, and Spencer nearly cursed when his thumb got caught in between the pieces of wood, choosing to smash his lips together tightly instead and nod wordlessly.
âSomething the matter, pretty boy?â Bugsy asked, feigning naivety as she swivelled around in her wheely chair, and he could do nothing but look at her with terrorred eyes, because he had hugely underestimated her with the can of worms idea. Though he couldnât help but think thatâs exactly what sheâd opened in showing him that underwear.Â
He wondered, in between thinking of excuses to give JJ as to why he had looked so disoriented, if she had a matching set.Â
âT-tired,â He managed to bleat, his thumb throbbing where the pain had surged up his arm, and it seemed his pathetic justification half worked as JJ shot him wary eyes and a small smile, one that said she would let him off with that dumb response for now.Â
Bugsy blinded him with a grin entirely cheshire, and she drew her file to her chest as she stood from her seat, following in JJâs footsteps towards her bossâs office.Â
âOh, just so you know, I have it in black too,â She said almost too casually, sticking her head over his desk with a sly pull of her lips, as if she was doing nothing more than letting him know to expect rain in an hour or so.Â
And he could do nothing but stare after her, his finger still aching from his mistake, begging himself not to take another peek at the divine material sitting just inches away from him.Â
Spencer knew then, if he hadnât figured it out already in the seven years heâd wanted her, that he was fucked.
2. The one where they almost get caught on a date.
She sipped the straw with a coy smile, the whipped cream and cherry only making the thick drink sweeter to the taste as he watched her intently.Â
âGood?â He asked with a cottony mouth and her lips popped off the straw, her mouth exploding with strawberry goodness.Â
âGotta admit, itâs kind of living up to the âbest milkshakes in townââ She replied swooping in to pop the glacĂ© cherry between her painted lips as Spencer took a sip from his own double chocolate delight, not missing the way her eyes lit up as she crunched into the fruit. Pushing her cone shaped glass onto his side of the sticky wooden table, she gestured the straw his way, âSwaps?âÂ
He smiled, because he loved sharing his things with her. He might have found it annoying had it been anyone else because he had always had his things and other peopleâs things separate. Heâd always kept his things to himself, not selfishly or maliciously, merely for the fact he liked having his own things uncontaminated. But with her it was different. Spencer would give her anything she wanted, which included a sip of milkshake here and there. His whole left leg if she asked.
Spencerâs almond curls fell over his forehead as he leaned down to sip the strawberry shake, sliding his own over to her awaiting hands, the cold glass moist with precipitate under his fingers. Yet he watched her, her lips pulling into a satisfied smile as she took a gulp, the two of them staring each other down with sickly sweet, adoring glances.Â
âGood?â She repeated back to him, and he nodded, a large, broad hand reaching over the table to swipe a touch of whipped cream from her cheek, her skin soft and hot as hell under his advance.Â
âDelicious,â He said, and without really thinking of the consequences, licked the cream from the tip of his thumb, his pink lips making a lewd smack as he did so.Â
She watched him with hawk eyes, and he had a glowing sense of smugness as she shook her head to herself.Â
âYouâre not being fair,â She grumbled, huffing and slumping back in the squeaky diner seat, and his hand quickly chased hers over the table, grabbing it into a loving entwine of fingers and palms.Â
âWhatâs not fair?â He asked, though the shit eating grin told her he knew exactly what he was doing and she nudged him with her sneaker for it.Â
âYou. Looking like a damn porn star drinking your milkshake.â She said, and he felt his cheeks twinge with a blush as she chuckled, squeezing their fingers together to tell him she was only joking.Â
âSeems Iâve moved up in the world of explicit professions. First you called me a stripper, now Iâve been bumped up to porn star,â He teased, remembering the confusion that had written on her face the day theyâd met. Spencer knew it had nothing to do with his freaky memory, heâd known she was special the second that door had opened, he knew everything Bugsy was committed to memory for the fact he couldnât forget her even if he tried.Â
She shrugged, a smirk on her lips, âWhat can I say, youâre a sought out man. You could charge double if you got Morgan in on it,âÂ
He laughed, shaking his head, âOnly double?â
âMaybe throw in a Valentineâs day discount for your loving girlfriend,â She added with a million watt grin, and he rolled his eyes, hating how he could do nothing but indulge her when she was like this.Â
âOfcourse, I can't have pretty girls paying for things,â Spencer said, because he was somewhat confident now about flirting with her, knowing it would have the full desired effect and more. âJust out of interest, are we still talking about Morgan being involved?âÂ
âWell, I was going to give him the evening off to spend with his own girlfriend, but if youâre really so insistent-â He shot her a raised brow and she giggled, leaning forward to kiss the thumb that had been slowly stroking the back of her hand, âAlways just me and you, honey,â
He smiled earnestly at that, and they exchanged a look that said those five words were much more set in stone than the teasing may suggest. Just them, always. Spencer could get used to that.
She leaned over the table for a quick peck on the lips because as much as she loved him, and god did she love him, they had quickly found they were just as embarrassed by affection in public as the other.Â
âIâm going to use the bathroom before food comes,â She said, slipping out of the latex red seats, his head following her as she waltzed over to the loo, the two of them looking back at one another with small smiles like lovesick children.Â
She loved the rhythm they had found, albeit the secrecy. It was nights like this, when they were able to act like a normal couple, when they were able to kiss and hold hands and flirt and look at each other with such heat it should have been public indecency, that she knew she wanted him forever. Because if this was how good it felt in private, she could only wonder how good it would be to tell people she was enamoured by one very handsome, very clever, Spencer Reid. Yet she loved having something for just them. In the lives of people who examined each other for a living, having secrets were like gold dust. Let alone a secret between profilers. That was pure jackpot material.Â
He smiled into his lap, because he was truly happy for the first time in years. He had everything heâd ever wanted handed to him on a silver platter. He had the girl heâd loved for nearly seven years playing footsies with him while he eyed her lips and tried to analyse just how much she would hate being one of those couples that made out over milkshakes and burgers even if it was all he wanted to do.Â
Spencer Reid had drawn the winning hand, no cheats or tricks or card counting needed. Just being him, awfully, nerdy, awkwardly him.Â
He leaned in to take another sip of his milkshake, because they really were the best, only for his contented face to drop the second he saw four people walk through the door all smiles and fancy suits and heels, entirely unaware of what they were stumbling on.Â
Spencer had never fumbled around his pockets for his phone faster, hitting the call button on her profile picture, which happened to be her asleep on the sofa with Sergioâs feet in her face while Niko peeked out at the camera from under the blanket, because Spencer thought it was possibly his favourite photo of their little family. She answered on the first ring, and he could just see the confusion written on her face before she even spoke.Â
âSpence, I love you but Iâm peeing right now, did you miss me that much-â
âGarcia and Morgan just walked in,â He whisper yelled, cupping his hand over the mic, whipping a look over his shoulder where their friends were standing at the hostâs desk, waiting to be served. âThey brought their partners, theyâre staying in, we gotta go,â
Bugsyâs face tightened, her panties down to her ankles, Brittany Spearsâ If You Seek Amy blasting in the womenâs bathroom and she wondered, on bated breath, if this was exactly what her life had come to.Â
â...Shit,â
âIâll pay the tab and try to distract them now, you slip out and weâll meet in the parking lot,â Spencer rushed, his brow sweating as he saw the waitress lead Morgan and Garciaâs new beau, Sam, over his way, no doubt towards the free booth next to them.
âAlright, I love you,â She quickly rushed, and he whispered it back, before the two of them hung up and realised just what a miracle it would be if the two of them got out of this undiscovered.Â
Morganâs dark eyes lit up in recognition as they neared their seats, just as Spencer grabbed her purse and stashed it under his shirt, dragging her milkshake over to his side of the table to make it seem like he was alone. Not the most convincing of cover ups, but it was all he had.Â
âPretty boy,â Derek called, and Spencer faked shock as best he could, though his mind was entirely consumed with whether or not Bugsyâs side of the plan was working out.Â
âWhat are you guys doing here, I thought you were taking Savannah to that fancy place on fifth,â Spencer said, his gaze trailing behind his best friend to see Savannah and Penelope too wrapped up in chatting to catch up to the boys. Savannah turned to the woman with a polite smile, excusing herself for a moment and heading towards the bathroom.Â
Shit. Spencer thought for a moment, watching the stunning vermillion dress trail off to the toilets, and Spencer was convinced then and there they were done for, Shit, shit, shit.Â
Derek looked a little guilty, âYou know how it is, man. We got home late from the case, missed our reservation, had to bring my lady to the next best thing. Pattyâs.â Derek chuckled and Spencer smiled fleetingly, though Derek could tell it was bothered, âYou here with someone-â
âPretty boy!â Garcia cut Morgan off, bouncing over in her pretty Dorothy-red heels to where their genius was shuffling out of the booth, fidgeting with his hands nervously. âAre you here with someone, are we totally destroying your street cred?âÂ
âNo, no. Iâm here on my own, I had a hankering for milkshakes,â Spencer nodded convincingly with a taut smile as Penelope and Morgan simultaneously turned their heads to the two glasses half drunk on the table, before they looked at him with raised brows as if to wordlessly question his alibi, two milkshakes for one guy, Reid? Feeling their eyes on him, he baulked, âLike I said, hankering.â
Bugsy felt like this was some sort of Greek tragedy.Â
After doing her business and washing her hands in possible record time, Bugsy cracked open the door to the bathroom just enough to stick her head out, eyes scanning the restaurant for Penelope and Derek. She caught Pennyâs Barbie blonde hair almost instantly, her sing song laugh travelling straight across the room into Bugsyâs ears and it was then she realised she was with a woman. The red dress spoke for itself, her hair was luscious and silky like sheâd popped straight out a shampoo advert, her skin that of a bronze goddess, and she immediately clocked that it was Savannah, Derekâs new girlfriend, which made all the more sense when she caught their hunky co-worker talking to a very flustered Spencer.Â
The girls had shamelessly stalked her instagram in Penelopeâs lair at lunch just that week and sweet heavens was a catch, if not for her job as a nurse then for the toned figure Bugsy was convinced was god playing favourites. She stared at the back of the womanâs head, whatever sheâd said making Penelope chuckle and turn towards her, her head pointing right towards where the womenâs bathrooms were.
Bugsy slammed the door shut, quickly retreating back into the loo and yanking at her hair in a flurry of white hot panic. God, she hoped Penelope hadnât seen her, or things were about to get ten times more difficult to explain why the two of them were out for a meal on Valentineâs Day, whilst claiming they were entirely platonic ofcourse. She wished the door had a window or she had X-ray vision or something-
A window. A window. That was it.Â
Head whipping around, her eyes locked in on the two windows above each lavatory, the stall walls luckily low enough that she could see they were big enough for her to slide through if she was careful enough.Â
Heading back into the cubicle she had been in, she shut the door behind her, and slammed the toilet lid down to give her a step. Her chest pounded, lips pursing when she cursed Derek and Penelope for possibly the only time in her life, because their date had been going so well. And yet here she was, cracking open a window in the dinerâs toilets and she wondered for a second time if this was what her life had been reduced to. But Spencer was worth it, she told herself. Sheâd crawl through a million diner windows if it meant she got him all to herself.Â
As if the universe was laughing at her, the second sheâd swung the window open far enough for her to pull herself through, the bathroom door opened and she froze.Â
Flashing a guilty look over her shoulder, her eyes widened in fear as she made direct eye contact with the woman who had entered, her lucious brown hair falling like silk over her shoulder as she stopped in her tracks, seeing the girl clear as day over the top of the stall.Â
Bugsy prayed, on godâs she had never believed in she prayed that Savannah didnât recognize her, though why would she. Unless she herself was a serial stalker. Though there seemed to be no hint of recognition in her eyes, just shock horror.Â
A beat of silence passed between them.Â
âTerrible date,â Bugsy said, thinking quickly on her feet and Savannahâs face melted into understanding.Â
âAh,â She nodded, âIs he a Catfish or is he a pig?âÂ
âBoth,â Bugsy nodded with a tense smile, anything to get away from the situation where Penelope could walk in on any moment and catch her in the act. And it pained her to lie, because Spencer was the furthest thing from both of those things.Â
Savannah rolled her eyes, âSorry you have a crappy date on Valentineâs day, that sucks. Need a leg up?âÂ
âIâm good, thanks,â Bugsy said, standing on the cistern and yanking herself up, hoping she wasnât flashing Derekâs girlfriend a nice shot of her ass. âYou should try the calamari, itâs real good!âÂ
And with that sheâd pulled herself through the window legs first, dropping onto the top of Pattyâs garbage bins with a âurgh!â, hopping off the lid immediately and dodging a heinously large rat that eyed her up for desert and flicking Spencer a quick text to say she was by the car.Â
Savannah chuckled with a shake of her head, heading to the toilet herself and hearing a loud bang and a curse from the other side of the wall.
Derek and Garcia watched him look down at his phone with a perturbed expression, âI really should be going anyways,â Spencer excused, his mind reeling at just how sheâd managed to slip past the lot of them, though the text only read âMeet by car. Window.â and he could only wonder just what the fuck sheâd meant by that.Â
âAre you sure weâre not interrupting, Spencer?â Garcia asked, and he only shook his head.Â
âNope, definitely not. The only date Iâm late for is between me and Lord Tennyson,â He said, which was almost too on brand for him that they didnât question it. Spencer nodded to her date and wished them all a good evening before rushing to the front desk, his card in hand as he asked quietly if they could get their burgers to go instead.Â
Morganâs eyes narrowed at his skittish behaviour, his fidgeting fingers that tugged at his shirt, the cufflinks his mom bought him for his graduation that he only wore on special occasions glittering under the swinging, overhead diner lights.Â
âIs it just me or is boy wonder acting extra shifty just now?â Penelope muttered, her blonde brows furrowed behind her glasses as Morgan nodded in agreement, Savannah returning to their table with freshly washed hands, her lipstick spruced up in the bathroom mirror.Â
âI was thinking the exact same thing, baby girl,â Derek smelled a rat as Reid took a brown paper bag from over the counter, flashing a swift nod back to them as he all but ran out of the restaurant, his long legs carrying him even faster than usual.Â
He saw her dusting herself off by his car, and before he could even question what her message had been, she had turned her attention onto him with a spritely excitement and launched up to give him a hungry kiss to the lips.Â
âIâm so sorry, I had no idea they were coming, they told me they were going uptown,â He said, his expression worried that their night had been ruined. He gripped their to go bag pathetically, and it was only then he realised she was laughing.Â
âSpence itâs fine, itâs not your fault,â She reassured, pressing another delicate kiss to his face as if to ward off the negative thoughts, and he rested his free hand on her hip, trapping her between his body and the car. He pressed into her, letting himself enjoy the affection a little too much in the cover of nightfall, âWe probably shouldnât be-â He kissed her again, because he couldnât help it, because it was like the adrenaline of almost being caught together had set his body on fire, â-doing this here though, maybe-â Again, his hand shoving the bag of food onto the roof of his car so he had free reign to cup her face entirely, -âwait until we get home just incase they come looking for you,âÂ
He nodded dumbly, âProbably,â He agreed, though he watched her with those eyes that looked dark in the moonlight, pressed against her wanton hands that clawed at his chest, pulling him closer as an impossible oxymoron to her chaste words, because she didnât want him to let go of her, not really.Â
He kissed her again, hard, because his chest was still pounding from the close call and her fingers scraped his waist, the feeling jumping straight to his crotch that was already well aware of how close they had become.Â
âI love you,â He said with a slight slur, idle from their affection and it was only then he opened his eyes to look at her. She looked impossibly more ravishing in the cloak of night, her eyes sparkling in the street lamps, her lips wet with his own spit, her gaze adoring and soppy and so in love, âIâm sorry if our Valentineâs day got ruined,â
âRuined?â She said, slipping a hand into his back pocket to grab the car keys, leaning in to kiss his chin gently a couple times, âI get to spend the most romantic day of the year with my very hot boyfriend eating amazing burgers and making out on the couch until the sun comes up,âÂ
He smiled, cheeks warmer than the freshly cooked beef steaming through the paper bag, and he couldnât resist shooting a hand out to stop her from rounding the car to the passenger side, grabbing her jaw in one fell swoop, lifting her head to attach their lips once more, âone for the roadâ he would excuse when he let her go, and he felt her smile into his affection. They let go with a sweet smack, and the second they did her mouth watered for more.Â
âThat really is the best Valentineâs Day,â He agreed, swapping the car keys in her hands for the food and walking round to her side to open the door for her like a gentleman.Â
And that was exactly how it went. Until making out turned into more, more kisses, more intimate, more parts of themselves bared to one another for the first time, and they sat in naked silence afterwards, enjoying each other's body heat until their eyes got heavy and they fell asleep.Â
And Bugsy swore she would love Spencer Reid with every part of her heâd touched until the day she died.Â
3. The one with the fake boyfriend.
Spencer was pouring kibble when she screamed. The bag was all but spilled over the kitchen tiles as his head shot up, his entire body diverting to the direction of her yell, and before he even had time to put the bag down, perhaps step over the two shadows that dived for the rogue biscuits tumbling to the floor, he heard her footsteps tearing from their room and into the kitchen.Â
Because it was their room now. Not just his.Â
She wore black pants and a tight, white shirt with her buttons only half fastened shut. His eyes shamelessly dropped straight to her chest, a black lace bra staring back at him and he couldnât help but be reminded of the week before, wondering for a second if they had a spare half an hour before work.Â
It had been eight days since theyâd had sex for the first time, and the two of them were struggling all the more to keep it together. He was like a man starved of oxygen, she was a woman let out of a cage, craving one another more than they had ever thought possible. Because before he hadnât been given that taste of sweet heaven, hadnât known every inch of her the way he did now, and Spencer thought he might not be able to ever know anything more intoxicating than how she looked in his bed when she-
He was quick to put his hands over her cheeks as she panted, horror in her gaze as she held her phone in her hand, damn near shaken for words, âWhat? What is it?âÂ
âOh god, I think Iâm going to be sick,â She murmured, her eyes never tearing away from her phone screen, and he promptly took the device out from her grasp, his hazel hues roving over the bright light.Â
His lips parted, and he felt his stomach flurry into life as he saw the raunchy photo sheâd taken of her lingerie, their shared bathroom in the background and what looked to be a toothbrush in the top of the photo, clearly having been in the middle of brushing when sheâd taken the photo in the mirror.Â
His gaze went to the top of the screen, because he certainly hadnât heard his phone buzz on the counter, nor would it have been such an issue if she had sent it to him, though he suspected he was the intended recipient anyway.
Spencer frowned, âWhoâs MILF?â
Bugsy looked at him guiltily. âItâs JJ.â She said through a cottonmouth.Â
âYou know what that word means right?â He said, and she rolled her eyes because of course he was focusing on all the wrong things, though she guessed that was down to his tented trousers and the rouge that crawled up his neck into the apple of his cheeks because Spencer always found an excuse to cram silences with words.
âYes, donât worry, youâre the only one I want to ilf for real.â She said, a hand running through her hair in panic as she looked over his shoulder at the text conversation.
âCanât you just delete it?â Spencer asked, his eyes scanning the photo again because it certainly would have made his morning receiving a photo like that.Â
âNot on messenger, not when- oh fuck, fuck, fuck,â Bugsyâs voice got louder with every with every curse, and she ripped the phone from his hand when the three little dots appeared, letting her know JJ was in fact typing. Spencer was knocked from his daze staring at the photo, realising that JJ was a profiler just like any of the rest of them, and she could very easily figure out who that photo had been meant for, âSheâs typing, sheâs typing!â
Spencer took a deep breath for both of them, his hands resting on her upper arms in gentle motions, âAlright, letâs just calm down, she might just be a little confused, I mean you donât usually send her photoâs like that do you?â He said soothingly, only for her to let out a small screech, and he saw âincoming call from MILFâ written in bright white across the top of the screen, âOkay, Iâm begging you to change that name, that is so weird thinking of JJ as-â
âSPENCER,â She barked, handing him the phone, âI canât speak right now, I donât know what to say, Iâll screw it all up,â
His eyes widened, ushering her hand back to her ear, âI canât answer it, then sheâll know weâre together while you look like- like that,â
âWe live together, I donât think Iâve worn pants here once in the past five years,â She whisper yelled to him, the ringing going on only longer with every dial thrumming right to her already racing heart, âOh god, Iâm gonna answer it, Iâm going to- Good morning, Jennifer, howâs the oatmeal in the Jareau-LaMontagne household?â
âPlease tell me that photo was meant for a guy. Or atleast Penelope,â JJâs voice was full of surprise, and Bugsy already knew she had her fingers rubbing her eye sockets, âAre you seeing someone?â
âUh, y-yeah?â Bugsy stammered, exchanging a wide eyed glance with Spencer, âA guy from⊠a bar! Iâm seeing a guy from a bar,â
âOh, Bugsy, why didnât you say?â JJ asked with a girlish delight, and Bugsy shrugged before she remembered JJ couldnât see that, and she had to think on her feet for a response.
âItâs just casual- itâs new and totally casual right now,â She stammered, hoping the lie was convincing enough that JJ wouldnât poke for more answers. But it was JJ, the same JJ who loved filling Emilyâs shoes as big sister when she was away, and âtotally casualâ seemed to not make the cut for explanations.Â
âIs he cute, how old is he?â JJ rebutted as she submerged Henryâs empty cereal bowl in the sink full of soapy water, pressing the phone between her shoulder and ear.
The girlâs gaze trailed over Spencerâs face, where he had gone deadly silent to listen in on their conversation. He flashed her a devilish grin at JJâs mothering tone, and she shyly looped a finger through his belt.
âThe cutest,â Bugsy replied, with a small beam, and she watched Spencerâs gaze turn doting and sweet. And that time, she hadnât been lying.
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âOh come on, I want to meet this guy,â JJ said, bringing her coffee cup up to her lips. It wasnât even that Emily had asked her to look after Bug the first time sheâd left for Paris, then again when she left for London, that made her so protective. Moreso that fact Bugsy was a little sister if sheâd ever had something close to one. Being the youngest herself, she knew what it was like to live in her own sisterâs shadow, a feeling that had followed her around her entire life.Â
If JJ was missing Emily, she knew Bug was feeling the same tenfold.
Either way, the second theyâd gotten into the office all of three days ago after the incident, JJ hadnât stopped badgering her about her new secret fling she had.
âHeâs busy, super super busy,â She brushed her off and Spencer smirked into his book, his desk chair turned away from where JJ leaned against her desk. Penelopeâs heels clicked against the BAU floor as she wandered over to them, a steaming mug of tea in her own hand.
âWhoâs super super busy?â She asked, cutting in half way through the conversation to hear only half of the story, and Bugsy shied away into her lap.Â
âBugsyâs secret boyfriend,â JJ raised her brows at the woman who almost dropped her mug, her jaw hitting the floor as she looked at the girl incredulously.
âDid my ears just deceive me? Have you been hiding something from me, cause you know Iâll hack into your social media before you could even say Barbie Dream House,â Penelope said with an aghast expression.Â
âHeâs just a guy I met at a bar, itâs not a big deal,â She brushed them off, already digging the lie deeper, and she only could hope the reward would be a bigger pay out when she thought back the night after the restaurant.Â
Sheâd tell them anything if it meant she could spend another night like that.Â
âNot a big deal?â JJ said doubtfully, flicking a look at the girl, âCome on, I want to meet the guy whoâs the best sex you ever had,âÂ
Spencer slammed his book shut, and twirled around in his office chair with just enough time to watch her groan, and bury her face in her hands.Â
âWhat was that?â He asked, his eyes lit up with a boyish excitement as he resisted the urge to smirk at her, because he felt the glare before heâd even seen it.Â
âNothing,â She snapped at him, eyes laced with an unspoken warning for him to watch his step because they werenât stupid enough to ignore his sudden interest in her lovelife, âDonât you have a report due?â
He shrugged with rosy cheeks, his expression that of barely concealed delirium as he watched her flush under the pressure of his prideful grin.Â
âYou know me, Iâll catch up on that later, letâs talk about this new thing you have,â He brushed off, just as Rossi paced past their motherâs meeting, heading for the roundtable room.Â
âWe have a case, kids. Life waits for no man, no matter how juicy his gossip,â David said profoundly as ever, and the four of them rose to follow behind him like a trail of ducklings. Penelopeâs heels clicked at his side, and she cast a quick glance over her shoulder at where JJ was interrogating their youngest agent some more.Â
âYou want the 411?â She mumbled, and the old man sighed, watching the girl's floral hair ties bounce with her pigtails at every step.Â
âShoot. Wife number one ruined Real Housewives for me, I guess I need something good,â Rossi said with tired eyes, as Penelope scooched closer.Â
âBugsy has a new secret boyfriend,â The bubbly woman said in between a million watt grin.
He raised his eyebrows at her, flicking a quick look back at the girl who looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole when JJ pushed her for details on their first date.Â
âNo kidding,â He murmured, tilting his head in consideration how he hadnât seen the signs, he knew well enough now to know the look of a honeymoon phase. Heâd had about fifty of them.Â
âStill awaiting details on how he looks, but I reckon a quick deep dive in her socials will get me what I want,â Penelope added as if putting together a report on an UnSub, though the tech wizz would argue mystery man was just as much a person of interest than any of the others they went after.Â
He looked at her for a moment, her chirpy tone almost a dichotomy of the invasive stalking she was revving herself up for, and he nearly stopped in his tracks for a second.Â
âRemind me to never get on your bad side,â He said, with a serious undertone, shaking his head, âIâd hate to be the guy on the end of your wirey maze, Garcia,â
But Spencerâs smile had yet to be wiped from his face, in fact he thought he might just get JJ to say it again into a microphone because the ego boost was set to last a lifetime.Â
He promised heâd make it up to her for the annoyingly arrogant attitude he was sporting, but then any man with half a brain would if heâd been told he was the best sheâd ever had, let alone one with a brain that had already engraved the sound of that into his hypothalamus.Â
And Spencer knew just how he was going to say sorry.Â
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âWait, so does this mean that your new hypothetical boyfriend is better than Sean?â Penelope said through the screen as they lounged on the jet on the way home from the case. Hotchâs head shot up from where he was reading the newspaper, and he couldnât even bring himself to look at the youngest agent before he had practically thrown himself out of his seat.Â
âIâm going for coffee,â He said before anyone could interject and the sight of their boss all but running down the aisle towards the kitchenette made her throw her head in her hands once more.Â
âIâm begging you, never make me talk about sex infront of Hotch ever again,â She groaned, and Rossi huffed, clamping his own book shut and shuffling past them to meet where Aaron was spending almost too much time with his head in the cupboard, âBetter yet, donât make me talk about sex with his brother infront of him again,âÂ
âFor the record, old man number two doesnât want to hear about who jiggles your Jimmies either,â He grumbled, and Bugsy carded her fingers through her hair, too embarrassed to look at the two men that cowered in the back of the jet.Â
âJiggles your Jimmies?â Blake repeated, her brow furrowing, âAt least, Iâm not that old,âÂ
âStop avoiding the question, Princess,â Penelope chided, and Morgan laughed as Bugsy huffed, turning her head away as if she hadnât heard, âIs he?âÂ
âThatâs usually what âthe best Iâve ever hadâ means, Pen,â She snipped through blazing cheeks, and she could feel the smug-shit eating grin coming from Spencer before sheâd even looked at him, âNow, could we talk about literally anything else, please?â
There was a lapse of silence where Morgan exchanged a look with JJ, and the blonde picked under her nail, trying to think of anything else to say before she cracked, because it was rare that Bugsy ever sought anyone out so fondly.Â
And possibly because she knew Emily would need the complete, padded out, full update when JJ inevitably called her to rinse her with details.Â
âHow many kids does he want?â The words fell from JJâs mouth, not really thinking much about the way Reidâs face was claret red. He had never liked lewd conversations.Â
And he wanted to blurt out three, as many as possible, as many as she wants and then another one, but he couldnât because that would inevitably give their secret away completely.Â
âDoes he have a stable job?â Blake chimed in, ever the mother considering if the mystery man would be a practical partner, âIs he gentle? Angry men make for terrible fathers,â
âIs he gentle in bed?â Penelope added, her glasses glinting in the light of her computer screen, âDoes he do the thing where he-â
Bugsy growled, half way between a groan and a scream, looking between her team with wide eyes, âYouâre all perverted, hedonistic, gossip girls, and I beg you leave this alone before I join Hotch and Rossi in the cupboards,âÂ
âCupboards are full,â Hotch barked, almost warningly because he didnât think he could look at her until the subject of her and Sean banging was entirely out of his head.Â
And they went quiet again, seeming to take the hint that Bugsy didnât appreciate their poking. Morgan gave her an apologetic yet amused smile as he slipped his headphones on, Blake pulled out a puzzle book, JJ retired to her side of the couch for a moment of shut eye, though her brain was filled with what she guessed Emily would say about her little sister having a real life boyfriend.Â
God help the kid who tries screwing that psycho over.Â
Spencer smiled dopily into his book, his hands gripping the leather bound spine tightly, and it was the first time sheâd looked at him the whole plane ride. His chest puffed as he met her with a cocky smile that he barely tried to hide, and he swiftly received a kick to the shin for his rare ego.Â
But he didnât care, the sting in his leg all but none existent because she hadnât been too cruel with her chastising, and he couldn't wait to kiss the anger out of her the second they were alone. He loved her temper, loved her fire and the warmth it gave him, and he thought then there wasnât a single thing about her that he wished to change. Even if the scowl and pout on her face didnât exactly suit her.Â
His smile was blinding the entire way home, even when they hopped into his car, and he looked at her with ill-concealed excitement, âBetter than Sean?â Spencer asked, hopefully, and she tutted, swatting his thigh.Â
âSpencer,â She hissed, though his eyes didnât leave her, waiting for a response, âFine, yes, better than Sean. Best Iâve ever had, right?âÂ
Spencer all but pranced up the stairs into their apartment ready to live up to his new moniker.Â
4. The one where someone finds out.
âCan I borrow your deodorant?â Bugsy asked, as she slowly slipped a piping hot cup of coffee onto Penelopeâs desk, making sure not to spill so much as a drop over the edge of the cute octopus mug.
âOh, of course! I always have something spare for my girls.â The tech wizz was quick to fish through her bag for the aerosol, handing it to the woman as she snuck a hand under her armpit to apply. âYou ever need tampons, a box of cookies, or prescription painkillers, Garci is your gal. Though preferably donât tell Hotch about that last one,âÂ
Bugsy smiled, âYouâre an angel,â She said, as she sprayed herself quickly, âI left my stuff in, uh, secret boyfriendâs car. If you got a spare bra lying around your bag, youâd really be a life saver,â
Penelopeâs eyes turned catlike as she narrowed them at the girl, âI said Iâm your gal, not Mary Poppins,â She replied, looking up at Bugsy with a smug smile as she played with the fluffy end of her pen, âSo, you guys hook up in his car or something?âÂ
Bug pressed her lips together tightly, wondering whether she could let too much slip to the woman who was known for tracking her friendsâ phones like they were damn Sim characters on the loose. And despite their relationship being so top secret, it had been five months of sneaking around. Five months of keeping her smiles and butterflies and silly little notions of just how great Spencer was entirely free from girl talk. She knew the moment they told their team, there would be questions and rumours across departments. There would be prodding and interrogating and paperwork to fill out with Hotch, and they more than likely wouldnât be allowed to be in the field together.Â
Which brought her an even more worried thought. What if she was forced to move teams?Â
Spencer certainly wouldnât be the one to move, he had practically made a home in the BAU before any of them even knew she existed. And despite the fact they felt more like a family to her than the houses in every country ever had, she would leave them if it meant Spencer could stay.Â
It was different with JJ and Will. They were together, yes, had been in the field together once or twice, but it wasnât as if they were on the same team, liable to letting their relationship muddy the waters of worklife. She wasnât entirely sure what the rules were of relationships in the team, and she knew Hotch would become suspicious almost instantly if she asked; knew she could only lie to him for so long about this so called secret boyfriend before he became overbearingly fatherlike and weaselled his way into her head with those stern eyes and that patient law degree.Â
She nodded after considering spilling her thoughts out to Penelope, because as much as she loved Spencer and loved that he was her best friend even before he was her boyfriend, she missed girl talk. The same girl talk he had no idea how to navigate, that was a complete mystery to him with its hidden politics and rules that he was convinced were purposely made up to confuse guys so they wouldnât be able to figure out what women were talking about. She missed having someone there to hear just how Spencer would stroke her hair before they went to sleep, when her eyes were closed and her breathing was slowly evening out and he thought she was already dozing, when she would glance at him through bleary eyes because she knew he would be watching her, his eyes wide and fat with love as he looked at her like he was a kid seeing his Christmas presents lined up neatly beneath the tree. She wanted someone else to know how he managed to make her coffee perfectly, how he would wake up five minutes before her, drag himself out of bed to brush his teeth and cook her breakfast at the weekends, how she was trying harder to stay tidy for his sake because she saw the way he cleaned her messes up for her without complaints or grumbles. Bugsy wanted someone else to know that he would kiss her like she was going to be ripped away from him at any given moment, and that she melted into a puddle at his feet when he asked to shower with her just last week and they got to spend forty minutes under the relaxing hot water, just holding each other close enough to feel every breath and smile and laugh and everything else they ended up doing when they were naked.Â
She loved having him all to herself, truly. Yet there was part of her that wanted to scream to the entire office the second there was a lull in conversation that she was in love with him more truly, deeply, insatiably than she had ever imagined anyone could be.Â
Penelope squealed, kicking her legs and pulling her second wheely chair out for Bugsy to sit down in, âTell me everything, were you in the back or the front? Oh my god were you in the trunk, can you imagine that? Didnât the seat belts get in the way? What about the handbrake? And the wheel-â
Bugsy laughed with a shake of her head, but she obliged her anyway as she threw herself into the seat, if not for a spare five minutes of relaxing before she started her paperwork.Â
âSlow down! Iâll give you three questions, tops, and thatâs all youâre getting out of me, Garcia,â She chuckled, cracking open her Dr Pepper can and taking a sip of the cold fizz.Â
âThree?â Garcia cried incredulously, âYouâre like a genie in a bottle only you withhold secrets instead of granting wishes,âÂ
âI can make it two if you want, smartass,â Bugsy teased, and she giggled at the way Penelope glared at her, like she was ready to lay one of her perfectly manicured nails around her throat and wrangle her for the truth in a rare bout of Penelope Garcia rage.
âOkay, umm, first question,â Penelope held a finger up, pressing her peach painted lips together because she only had three magic wishes, âWhat was it like, your guys first time?âÂ
Bugsy smiled, melting inside because speaking to Spencer about how good he was in bed seemed like a little too on the nose even for her, and sheâd kept it hidden for god knows how long, âIt was good, but not just good in that way. Although believe me it was good in that way too,â She said with a bashful giggle, her cheeks heating on impact and Penelope squealed, âI felt safe, and he kept telling me he loved me, and when we were done he went to the store and bought me strawberry milk because I told him it was my favourite,âÂ
Penelopeâs eyes melted into puppy dog ones, her lips pulling to reveal her pearly white smile and she quietly âawwâed at the sentiment, her brows tugging together in earnest joy as she watched Bugsy flick the metal tab of the can lid to avoid eye contact.Â
âWhat an angel, who did you pay to find you this guy?â Penelope asked and the girlâs chuckled together. She rocked side to side on her desk chair, mid thought of her very important question, âAlright, alright, next one! Have you told Spencer yet?â
Bugsy froze, flicking a look to Penelope because surely there was no way she could have guessed from that short exchange. She knew Garcia was a hotshot behind a screen, but she would have to be given a spot as a profiler if sheâd managed to figure out just from that one question who it was she was trying so desperately to keep a secret.
 âWhat do you mean?â She said, trying to hide the way her throat had run dry, and Penny looked at her as if she had lost a few brain cells in the midst of the honeymoon phase.Â
âI mean, it sounds like you guys spend a lot of time in your room. Spence surely must have crossed paths with him by now?â Garcia clarified, and Bugsyâs brows lifted in what she hoped was well concealed panic.Â
âYes- yes,â She cleared her throat, wishing the stuttering away as she scrambled to cover her tracks, âSpencer has met him, he said heâs a great guy, real baseball whizz,âÂ
âGreat guyâ didnât quite cut it, she thought with a chiding voice in her head, but she was sure Spencer would forgive her with a small bat of her lashes, a sweet kiss even. She even thought of a way that would convince him just how sorry she was for limiting him to just the word great, because he was so much more than that to her; she thought of an apology, one where he would be so smitten and drunk on kisses and other things that she could tell him he was the dumbest boy alive and he wouldnât care.Â
Because she was all his, loved him far beyond âgreatâ and the idea of that alone cut his IQ from 187 to a mere 5 on a good day.Â
Penelope smirked, like she knew a sudden shortcut in her system, âRemind me to interrogate Reid later about this âHome Runâ youâre bringing over for bang bang,âÂ
Bugsy snickered, making a mental note to remind Spencer where he suddenly fell in her lie, when in truth she had been thinking about the time heâd subbed for someone on Morganâs team. Sheâd been thinking about how proud he looked, how heâd smiled for days after, how Morgan and Hotch picked him up and screamed with happiness at their younger agent, but she definitely hadnât been thinking about how his hair had looked sweaty and full of curls on his neck, hadnât at all been thinking that his face looked that extra bit kissable when he laughed.Â
If it had been Emily, she might have been screwed. She swore her sister could sniff out a lie from her like a bloodhound to a body. It was why she had always been caught sneaking out, always been caught smoking blunts behind the shed, it was why Emily knew for a blatant fact whether she was really sick when sheâd claimed she was too ill to go to school. If it had been Emily, she would have been six feet under for that small white lie alone, but Garcia wasnât Emily. And so Garcia believed her.Â
âOh, third question, you guys are being like, safe right?â Penelope said, with rare concern swirling in her dark brown eyes, and Bugsy sighed with a knowing smile, because it felt like the team did nothing but mother her nowadays, âBecause as much as I would love to be an aunt all over again, I donât think the world is ready for a baby Bugsy,â
âI know what Iâm doing, Pen. My IUD doesnât run out for another couple years, weâre totally fine,â She replied, subconsciously running a thumb over the inner part of her arm where the rod lay under her skin until she felt the odd poking of the device. Spencer had insisted he wore a condom the first few times just to be extra cautious, had begun to tell her the fact sex was only safe 99 percent of the time with an IUD alone before she had kissed him to politely and lovingly tell him to stop overthinking things. However they had run out after the sixth time, and instead of stopping to go run out and get more, heâd decided perhaps they would be safe enough, or perhaps he had stopped caring the second she took her clothes off.Â
Penelope grinned, pretending to wipe her brow, âOkay, phew. If you ever need anything, Iâm talking condoms, lube, maybe you guys are getting it on and you realise youâre out of batteries for your-â
âAh,â Bugsy winced, sticking her fingers in her ears and hopping out of her seat to head for the door, the feeling that Penelope was toeing the line of boundaries the way she usually did only this time she was unknowingly talking about Spencer, âThankyou, Garcia, however Iâm going to get going, breakfast is calling, and Dr Pepper is not cutting it this morning,â She said backing away towards the door, looking at the bubbly blonde who watched her go with a cunning smile. Because Penelope always meant well, even if she trampled over boundaries sometimes, or lacked the perfect words to say, she always had the best of intentions, and for a moment the guilt tugged at Bugsyâs stomach for being so abrasive in leaving.Â
âAs long as youâre being safe, I am happy to know youâre getting some,â The woman brushed off, whirling around her desk to log into her software, her manicured nails clicking against her keyboard at the speed of light.Â
Pausing with her hand on the door knob, she looked back at Penelope with softened eyes, a small dose of sentiment trickling into her tone, âPen?â She said in a quiet voice and Garcia stopped, looking back to the youngest agent with wondering eyes, âDonât ever change,â
And with that she left to grab herself a coffee, because the guilt of keeping secrets was too much for the early morning.
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She saw him coming mid way through lunch, Penelope tucked behind Morganâs desk, stirring a spoonful of peanut butter into her oatmeal pot, steam whirling from the container with a sweet scent. Morgan leaned against Bugsyâs workspace, his arms crossed over his chest as the two of them chattered, Bugsy picking at a punnet of fat, red grapes.Â
Spencer came down the stairs, his eyes already trained on her the second heâd left Rossiâs office after handing some files over to the veteran agent, and he fought the small blush away from the apples of his cheeks. Because even after five months of calling her his girlfriend, just the sight of her glancing up at him with that look in her eyes had him bashful.
His hand dived into his bag before he could forget, a rare and near impossible occurrence for him only heâd found he had the tendency to get sidetracked when she was around, usually looking at her expressive face when she was talking, or getting lost in the light scent of her hair that wafted over to him, watching the way her hands fiddled with her stationary when she was thinking. Bugsy made Spencer Reid forget things, and it was for that reason he knew she wasnât like anyone heâd ever met before, not that he needed reminding of it.Â
âHere you go, you left your deodorant in my car,â Spencer exclaimed, producing a pink can from his satchell and handing it over to her with little thought to the chaos those ten words had created.Â
Because Spencer had unknowingly just set off a time bomb, one that threatened five months worth of covert operations. Unintentionally, ofcourse, because those five months had been just as hard on him. He had just been excited to see her.Â
Bugsy felt herself go a sickly colour, felt her stomach drop and the wind whoosh from her lungs at the sound of it and her head whipped to Garcia before she could think to be even the littlest bit subtle, because never had there been a clue about their little secret so blatant and open for the taking.Â
And as if that hadnât been the nail in the coffin, as if the small look of confusion that washed over Penelopeâs face hadnât given away the small feeling of puzzle pieces slotting together in that wonderfully big brain of hers, Spencer plonked a drink from the cafe down the street on her desk.Â
It was a pink liquid, thin and sickly looking, with a whipping of fresh cream on top, and a glacĂ© cherry to make it look extra delicious.Â
âI got you a strawberry milk as well because I know you wanted one last night,â He said, a helpful smile on his face as he slid it over the table to her. It wasnât the brand that she loved, or the Nesquik powder she kept stashes of in their cupboards, but he knew she would devour it nonetheless.Â
And yet she didnât look at him with that loving gaze like she usually did when he brought her presents. Didnât throw him a âthankyouâ dipped in hidden affection, or a small squeeze of his hand that they usually could get away with because theyâd always been affectionate.Â
Instead, the second the words had left his mouth, her eyes went so wide he saw the whites of her sclera, saw her pupil shrink as her head jerked around to Penelope who sat in Morganâs desk chair, the oatmeal in her hands shaking as she lifted her dirty spoon to point at the young woman.Â
âPen-â Bugsy started with a warning tone, the panic laced in her words that were quickly overtaken by Penelopeâs voice yelling, her eyes equally as peeled back wide with horror.
âOH! OH! You- YOU- And the- and the milkshake- and you said- OH,â Penelope screeched flicking her porridge covered utensil like a teacher pointing at a naughty student, and she was quick to turn her attention to Reid, âAND YOU! YOU- OH GOD-âÂ
âWoah, woah, whatâs with the yelling, baby girl?â Morgan asked earnestly, holding his hands up in surrender to the woman who had cut through the working silence of the office, some of the other agents lifting their heads from their work to see what the commotion was about. Even Hotch had shot a look to the BAU floor from his office, and judging by the annoyed look on his face as he stood up from his desk, they didnât have a whole load of time to shut Penelope up before Hotch began demanding answers.
This was it, Bugsy told herself. This was the moment sheâd been dreading, when they would be outed to the whole office, not even getting to decide when or what they told the team that could soften the blow of a cover story so huge. The moment when Hotch would likely get her to put in a transfer form by the end of the week with a slap on the wrist.
But she wasnât ready to leave; Bugsy didnât want to be anywhere that wasnât with her team, even if there was a grey area in the rules about what she and Spencer could and couldnât do in the field.Â
And so she sprung towards Penelope, a hand grabbing the arms of the wheely chair Penelope sat on, looking the woman dead in the eye.Â
âHey, Pen, quick question about IT for you, I think we should head to your office, donât you?â She said quickly, already rolling the woman back towards her lair with frantic eyes while Penelope hopped between five trains of thought, her oatmeal all but slipping from her hands, âSpence, get the door for me would you?â
âAnd Spencer- you said Spencer spoke to him- you said-â Garcia muttered on like sheâd opened pandoraâs box and peered inside to see the great wonders of the universe and returned a madwoman, her words only made more dramatic by the way she pointed in Spencerâs face as he passed by them, his own expression curved into worry as heâd quickly clicked what the tech whizz was babbling about, âBASEBALL, SPENCER- SHE SAID YOU LIKED BASEBALL-â
âOkay, am I missing something or was that an extra dose of weird and wonderful from Garcia this morning?â Blake said with narrowed eyes as the genius boy held the door open and Bugsy wheeled a yelling Garcia down the hallway to her office, the youngest agent with an oddly harsh tone as she shushed the woman.Â
âPen, Iâll explain-â
âBut you- YOU!âÂ
âShhh!âÂ
âSomethingâs ruffled her feathers, I can tell you that for free,â Morgan said, his eyes trailing Spencer as he strolled behind the bickering women, tucking his hair behind his ear worriedly, âThat right there was a level nine Garcia freakout,âÂ
JJâs brow creased, as Hotch headed down the stairs towards the trio, all too aware of the commotion Penelopeâs yelling had caused while the rest of the office attempted to settle back into their reports. But it seemed everyoneâs eyes trailed after the three agents heading towards Penelopeâs office, watching the car crash of a moment through the freshly cleaned windows as Pen tried speaking, though yelling may be a better term for it, and Bugsy barked at her to calm down.Â
âWhatâs level ten?â The blonde asked, her arms crossed over her chest, and Morgan shook his head.
âYou donât wanna know,â
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âYOU TWO ARE SEXING LIKE BUNNIES AND YOU DIDNâT TELL US?â Penelope all but yelled the second Spencer shut the door behind him, and Bugsy ran a hand over her face out of embarrassment, her cheeks hot and painfully tingly.Â
âPenelope, would you please keep your voice down, okay, this isnât a big deal-â Spencer tried to interject, his palms out in a non threatening manner like level nine Garcia was an unsub they were trying to subdue. The older woman looked at him wide eyed, as if heâd just told her the sky was falling, and her mouth dropped in aghast.Â
âNot a big deal- NOT A BIG DEAL? Spencer Reid, two of my best friends are screwing around in his car- your car- and you mean to tell me to calm down?â Penelope shrieked, and Spencer wondered for a moment if he was getting yelled at or she really was just that shocked, âI mean, this is groundbreaking, like more groundbreaking than the Anniston-Pitt-Joley affair, you guys are messing around right under our noses- this is like the talk of the century-âÂ
âW-weâre not just messing around, Garcia,â Spencer spluttered, scratching at his neck awkwardly, âI mean not that that stuff isnât great, cause, god, of course it is,â He looked at Bugsy who smiled with an unnatural shyness, rubbing at her mouth with an anxious touch, âBut itâs not just that, I really-really love her,âÂ
Bugsy thought she might have just melted on the spot there and then as she looked at him over her shoulder, a meek simper spreading across her face and she flicked a look back to Penelope with pleading eyes.Â
âI know itâs a lot to take in, and I know it's sudden,â She said quietly, and for once Penny listened, because it was like the air had shifted to accommodate the gooey feeling of love between the youngest agents, âBut heâs right, itâs not just fooling around, Pen, weâre just being us. And we wanted to keep it that way a little while,â
If there was one thing about Penelope that Bugsy knew would tug on her heart strings, was that Pen, at her core, was a romantic. She gushed over the kisses in the rain, the soppy proposals, the cheesy love confessions. And judging by the way her horror seemed to have melted away, she was entirely right, because it left behind a sparkly look in her eye that flicked between the two of them, like she was a kid watching the prince get the princess for the first time all over again.Â
âWait, so you guys are like, in love love, like wedding bells and a white picket fence with kids in the yard and all that?â Bugsy grinned, feeling Spencerâs arm lay over her shoulder, pulling her close to his side, and in a rare moment of PDA, she looked up at him with the full extent of her adoring gaze.Â
âIâm vetoing the white fence, but I guess so,â She said with crude humour, and he smiled down at her, raising his brows and almost instantly theyâd flung back into how it was when it was just the two of them at home.Â
âVetoing the fence? How are the kids going to play in the yard, weâll be raising a small horde of them,â He quipped back, and she laughed, burying her face in his chest as Penelope watched with fascinated interest how they fit together the same way they always had and yet now they were suddenly different. Glowing. Golden.Â
âI was thinking more of a flock but okay-â
âAre you kidding me?â Pen interjected, her tone exasperated and sweet, besotted with the sight of the youngest agents poring over one another unapologetically and she felt like slapping herself silly because how had they not noticed before. âI take it back, you guys arenât Pitt and Joley, youâre- youâre William and Kate, youâre Neeson and Richardson, youâre just,â She sighed dreamily as the two of them glanced at her with coy smiles, entirely exposed in their sickeningly loved up stupors, âMeant to be,âÂ
They looked at eachother, because Pen had hit the nail on the head, the fact theyâd danced around one for so long that it felt like they had always been made for one another the second theyâd kissed that day in her room. Bugsy couldnât imagine a life without Spencer in it, didnât think she started existing really until he came knocking on her door in search of a translator. Spencer never believed in god or heaven or angels, but he knew whatever it was that had sent her to him when he was ten feet below his rock bottom, was something even a man so smart as him couldnât explain.
Bugsy grinned toothily at the tech whizz, pointing a reprimanding finger in her direction, âYou canât tell Morgan, this is top secret,âÂ
Penelopeâs mouth dropped its smile almost instantly in moral offence, âWait, what? But I always tell big daddy everything,âÂ
Spencer face scrunched in bafflement, his lips moving before he could stop them; âBig Daddy?â, whilst Bugsy brushed off the nickname almost too unsurprised at the womanâs words.
âPlease, Pen, pleeeease,â She begged, her eyes round and wide with a pleading expression that made her seem ten years younger, and Penelope looked like she was ready to crack within mere seconds , âWeâll tell everyone soon, I promise, just please give us a few more weeks to figure things out,â
And Garcia showed signs of crumbling. Not that Spencer could blame her, because Bugsy could get anything she wanted from people when she really tried. He liked to think of it as her sixth sense, sometimes wondered if she had some sort of mind control over him that she hadnât told him about because he seemed to bend and sway to her whims almost too easily, and it was almost comforting to see Garcia facing the same struggle as she huffed, turning away from the puppy eyes that stared into her soul.Â
Penelope sighed, pouting a little at the fact sheâd been given an explicit instruction to hide something from Morgan, the very idea of which setting her in a dampened mood. Yet she glanced back at the two agents that held onto each other like they were awaiting lottery results, their imploring eyes trained on her and patiently holding out for a response, knowing she was the only person in the whole world who had the power to put an end to their hypothetical romcom montage theyâd been swept up in for months. She bet to herself for a moment that they would have some kind of cheesy seventies or eighties hit playlist running behind all of their hidden moments and secret affections, might have Cindi Lauperâs Time After Time running when they had their first kiss, Sheâs Always a Woman by Billy Joel when they danced in the kitchen at breakfast.Â
Penelope Garcia was nothing but a hopeless romantic, and it was for that reason that she rolled her eyes with a wry smile, and Bugsyâs chest deflated with relief, her expression lighting up with joy, that Spencer was quick to replicate.Â
âWhat would you kids ever do without me?â Garcia said with a dramatic huff, and Bugsy all but threw herself at the woman, grabbing her in a tight hug, squeezing her so hard she nearly popped a pom pom out of her hair.Â
âOh, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, I swear weâll make it up to you, anything you want,â Bugsy said, her words flooding together with excitement as she buried her face in the womanâs blonde curls, âI swear, itâll be a few weeks tops,âÂ
And with just a few more minutes of Penelope squealing over the sight of them holding hands, nearly fainting from joy when Spencer tucked Bugsyâs hair behind her ear lovingly with an adoring gaze, their secret was safe again. For a matter of a few weeks, that was.Â
5. The one where he gets shot.
âWeâve got the suspect headed into El Lobitoâs diner,âÂ
âCopy that, weâre on our way,â The sheriff reported, his radio sounding out as he approached the group where they stood around their table crammed full of suspect profiles. âWe got him,â He said with a trace of relief, the preacher that had been murdering the prostitutes he pimped out finally within their grasp.Â
Bugsy nodded, checking that her gun was holstered and reaching for her vest when Hotch put a hand out towards her, âPrentiss, I want you here with Rossi and I coordinating response here. Blake and Reid, you go with the sheriff to meet Morgan and JJ at the diner,âÂ
She opened her mouth to protest, maybe to exclaim that she was one of the best shots on the team, that there was nothing more that she could do here than if she was out in the field with the others, but Hotchâs word was always final, and she knew protesting on such a time constrained operation would only end in her unit chief giving her a timeout on the naughty step.Â
So, instead, she bit the inside of her cheek, silenced whatever protest she was going to give because she knew he hated hearing her whine, and within a moment everyone seemed to jump at their orders.Â
She caught Spencerâs eye as he trailed behind Blake, wishing now more than ever things could be different, because a horrible feeling settled in her gut like a rotten fruit, churning her stomach with horrid thoughts that Spencer was heading straight for the line of fire and she couldnât so much as give him a hug without it seeming odd.Â
She wished more than ever she could grab him in a kiss that Hotch would pretend to not see, that he would understand because the entire team fretted over one another when the cards were dealt and the guns were loaded, wished she could tell Spencer over and over that he needed more than anything to make it back to her safely because she wouldnât know what to do with all the love she had for him if he wasnât there to take it.Â
Except she couldnât. Not here. Not so public.Â
So instead she flashed him a nod that said a million words and more. I love you, I love you, I love you Spencer Reid. Come back to me because I love you more than life itself, Spencer Reid.
And Spencer got the message, the exchange looking like a plain tilt of the head between coworkers, as he strolled out of the precinct, checking his gun was loaded in his holster.Â
His eyes read clear back to her what his reply was, though maybe it was just their spidey sense working overtime, she could have swore she read his mind in the split second that their gaze met.Â
Iâll try. Iâll try with everything to come back to you.Â
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âCopy that, two of ours, three of theirs,â Cruz said with little to no inflection as he held out the speaker phone to the middle of the room, and Bugsy felt her breath catch in her throat as she waited for Alex to go on, âAny casualties?â
âOne,â She replied, and the Prentiss woman felt her head go funny at the sound of it, âColeman. Morgan has a superficial wound to his shoulder, little winded from getting shot in the vest but Reid is..âÂ
Blake trailed off, her throat choking up with emotion as she watched the boy be loaded onto the stretcher into the back of the ambulance.Â
âWhat?â Hotch pressed, and Bugsy would have to thank him later because she could have sworn words had failed her by now.Â
âReidâs been hit in the neck,â She felt her legs go numb, the world spinning around her like someone was playing a cruel joke on her, like she was falling down, down, down into the rabbit hole, down into wonderland, where Spencer was hurt, badly, and she hadnât been there to stop it. âItâs looking⊠bad,âÂ
Hotch flicked a glance at her where they stood in the precinct, and it was only then she realised all the air had whooshed from her lungs in what she suspected had been something between a gasp and a ânoâ, though she couldnât say for sure because her hearing had been knocked clean from her, a high pitched whine of white noise ringing in her ears, like sheâd knocked the signal from a TV, like her brain had been filled with static the second Blakeâs voice floated through the phone.
âBugsy,â It sounded underwater, and suddenly it was too difficult to swallow, until she realised the feeling was that she might just throw up, and she stepped towards the precinct door in some sort of haze, rustling around her pockets for the keys to the SUV, âBugsy, wait!âÂ
There was a hand on her shoulder spinning her around as she was hit in the face with cool air, and suddenly Hotch was there, his umber eyes full of concern, Rossi not too far behind him, and it took her Unit Chief all of one swipe to snatch the keys from her.Â
âI- We have to go, Hotch- we have to see him,â She babbled, and she was surprised at the fact she didnât feel like crying. She expected to feel the burn behind her eyes, the tingling and tightness in her throat, only to come up blank. Like her body had taken a back seat, her head working on autopilot because she needed to see spencer for herself, âThey need to know he canât have any narcotics- I need to make sure itâs on his sh-sheet,âÂ
Her teeth were chattering. It was the middle of July, why were her teeth chattering?
âI know, I know, heâs in good hands,â Hotch said, in a way that told her he wasnât being Hotch, that right now he was Aaron. He put a hand on her shoulder, the size of it dwarfing her and he looked at her like he was explaining to Jack why he couldnât have chocolate before bed, âI know, weâll go tell them right now, honey. Just let me drive the car.âÂ
She nodded without really hearing him, and Rossi opened the front passenger seat door for her, a grandfatherâs hand on her back that helped her up into the jeep, because she seemed ready to take a tumble at any point, walking like her knee caps were made from jelly.Â
âHas Blake said anything else?â She said, her voice entirely childlike, and David would bet any amount of money that it was the shock. He took a look at her, the way her fingernails were picking around each other already in a bad habit he could already guess came from Emily, and Aaron hopped into the driverâs side of the car, leaning over to grab her seatbelt for her.Â
âNot yet, kiddo,â Rossi replied, his eyes soft like a teddy as she nodded dejectedly, and he closed the door on her side of the vehicle, opening the back for himself, Hotch mother henning over her.Â
Aaron had expected her to worry, god knows he was well aware that Spencer and Bugsy struggled to function when they werenât close by. He chided himself for splitting them up, yet heâd thought he was doing his best keeping his team in two equal sized groups both in the field and in the precinct. With JJâs suspicions of a mole in the police force, Hotch and Rossi needed back up just as badly as the others. And god forbid he had selfishly tried to watch over her. Not because he didnât think she was capable, but because he wouldnât be able to live with himself if something happened while heâd sent her after an UnSub.Â
He knew it was wrong to pick favourites, and truthfully if he had to heâd say, his whole team meant something like family to him. But Bugsy was the youngest, the baby if you would, she was mellower than she liked to pretend she was, and sheâd carved a small soft spot in his side that he would struggle to get rid of.Â
Only now Reid was down, and with him went Bugsy.Â
Hotch started the car, quickly navigating his way to the hospital where he knew his team would more than likely already be racing towards in the same state of panic. He caught the way her knee thudded on the carpeted floor, where she tapped her ankle and it took a small glance to his right to see her chewing at her cuticles silently.Â
âBug, heâs in good hands,â He repeated, and she nodded though she didnât seem to really be listening, âHeâs going to be alright,â
Yet part of Aaron felt like he was telling himself that as much as he was telling her. Because if something happened to Reid, he didnât think any of them would be the same again.
â
Blake heard her before they saw her, the way Hurricane Bugsy usually went.
âI swear to god, you had better let me through this door right now, or I will have your superior on speed dial by the end of the week-â She snapped, her panic quickly turned vitriol anger as the desk assistant who tried blocking her way into the critical unit looked at her somewhat mortified that his job was walking along a fine line.Â
Hotch and Rossi had gone straight to where Morgan sat resting in a separate ward, trying to gather more information about the shooter since Morgan had seen the UnSub first hand.
Blakeâs head shot up, the wetness around her lashline stinging with guilt as she watched the youngest agent tear through the waiting room as if looking out for blood. Alex was out of her seat on shaking legs, heading towards the girl who she knew would go down in a blur of swings and insults for Spencer Reid.Â
âBug, honey, hey,â Alexâs tone was motherly, as were her soft hands that she placed on the girlâs shoulders, and it didnât become clear that the source of distress was from a place of fear instead of anger until the girl whipped around to face the voice, and Blake saw the redness rimming her eyes where she had forced the weeping away, likely putting on a brave face and high walls to stop the real emotion swirling inside her.Â
Bugsy looked at the older woman, and that was all it took for her lip to quiver. It didnât help that Alex threw her arms around her, pulling her in for a soft hug, one she had never gotten from Elizabeth Prentiss, one she had been craving her whole childhood, a mother that held her tight and told her she was going to be okay.Â
âWhat happened?â She said, the sob crawling up her throat, bleeding into her words and muddying them with tears, and Alex had to swallow thickly to keep down the wail that pressed tight against her tongue, âWhat happened?âÂ
âHe pushed me out the way,â She said with a shaky voice, and it took everything inside herself not to cry right there with her. âUnSub was aiming right for me, Spencer grabbed me and pushed me out the way. By that point it was too late, heâd already pulled the trigger, Iâm so sorry honey,âÂ
âDonât be s-sorry,â She hiccuped pathetically, clinging onto Blake like she was her only lifeline, perhaps the only thing keeping her standing, âIâm glad youâre okay, I was s-so worried,âÂ
Alex nodded, knowing she might just start crying then and there with the youngest agent if she were to open her mouth, and instead she chose to press a delicate kiss to her temple, hoping it would have to do since the infamous Emily Prentiss wasnât there to comfort her sister. She seemed to quieten down enough in the embrace that Alex could pull away, her hands still on the girlâs shoulders.Â
âI was just doing a crossword if you wanted to join me?â Alex said, which was a half truth since she had been too bothered to get past even the first three clues, and Bugsy nodded, her mind immediately spewing a million mornings of her and Spencer fighting for space at her desk to do the daily crossword.Â
She couldnât think like that, couldnât think of him as if he was gone. Because he wasnât, he was simply down that hallway, in the hands of surgeons who could slash his throat if they made even the smallest of nicks wrong-
âYeah, I would like that,â Bugsy nodded with a sniffle, wiping her cheeks with her cuff, feeling pathetic and entirely regretful for bursting into the waiting room with a million emotions and no idea which one to feel first.Â
She had never been good at putting a name to how she felt, only this time, if Alex were to ask her, she knew she would say she felt guilt. Guilt for not being there to help them, for hiding things from them for almost seven months now, for not telling Spencer she loved him more, not reminding him every second of every day, guilt that everyone was hurting over Spencer taking a knock and yet she was the only one who couldnât smush it down into a box and put on a brave face.Â
Because she couldnât even if she tried. The trojans had a horse, Rocky had Creed, and she had Spencer. She was all mouth and courage and stone faced until it came to him. He was her Achilles Heel. Â
She looked over Alexâs shoulder, pointing at seven across, and sighed with the horrific irony of the clue. A feeling of deep regret and remorse.Â
âContritionâ She said, slumping into the chair as Alex penned the answer in with a wobbly lip.Â
It was going to be a long night.Â
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Hotch found her by the vending machine, looking between the Dr Pepper and the Full Fat Coke like one of them would be able to tell her how to feel. She knew he was waiting for her, knew they had a job to do, but she couldnât make herself move. She felt like the hospital linoleum had claimed her as its own, like she had melted into the squeaking surface until further notice.Â
He was out of surgery by now, already in his room resting. It was just a matter of waking up really, and then they would see how bad things were, though by the sounds of it the doctors had hopes for a miraculous full recovery.Â
Two centimetres to the right and it would have been an entirely different story, thatâs what the surgeon had said. She was two centimetres away from losing the person she loved more than she ever knew was possible, the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.Â
She thought for a second then, that if Spencer proposed the second he woke up she would probably say yes. Because sheâd said it herself, her life had never been her life until it had him in it.Â
âBugsy,â Hotch tried, but her head had turned down, her chin pressing into her collar and it was then her shoulders began shaking, âBug, come on, heâs going to be okay,â
She shook her head, biting down hard on her lip to stop a whimper of raw pain coming out, âI should have been there, I could have stopped it, I could have covered him,â She mewled, feeling him wrap a hand around her shoulder, and it was only then he tugged her towards him, letting her whimper into his chest as she clung onto him.Â
âI know, I know itâs hard, but heâs going to make a full recovery,â He said in that cotton soft, loving tone usually reserved for Jack when he woke up from nightmares, âNone of this was your fault, sweetheart, you have to know that-â
âI canât do this without him, Hotch,â She said, pulling away just enough to look him in the eyes, and it pained him more than heâd ever admit to see her look so distraught. Memories of when Emily left flooded him and he felt all over again the painful shell sheâd crawled into make an appearance, âI canât,âÂ
It was a beg, a plea for mercy, a cry for help, and he could do nothing but nod, because he understood. If any of his team died, his team who he loved like a family, he thought he would crumble all the same.Â
Only he knew it was different. Heâd always known, deep down, why it was different for them. He saw the way Spencer had always looked at her, how damaged and tormented Bugsyâs eyes were as she looked at him now. And he knew.Â
âI know, honey,â He said soothingly, stroking hands over her cheeks to dry them for her, because he couldnât stand to see her so sodden with tears, âBut you know what? Youâre going to pick yourself back up until Reid gets better, because we have an UnSub to catch-â
âHotch, I canât,â She shook her head, but Hotch only pulled her closer, his eyes boring into hers with more affection than her father had ever shown her. âI canât-â
âYes, you can. You know why?â He asked, and she went quiet, shaking her head with a pitiful sniff, âBecause I have never once stopped believing in you, even when you hated me, even when you had a damn building dropped on you, even when you were a reckless kid running away from your own wedding, I never stopped thinking that you were the bravest person Iâve ever known. And Spencer never stopped believing in you either,â
Her throat closed up all over again, her eyes wide and threatening to wash her skin with tears all over again as she nodded timidly.Â
âOkay?â Hotch said, and she nodded again. He rooted around his blazer pocket for a handkerchief, passing it off to her before he reached for the top button of her shirt. He unbuttoned it with a gentle thumb, poofing her neckline out so she could breath a little better through her dying cries, âWhy donât we get that collar loosened a little for once, huh? Get you a soda, and then weâre going to make this son of a bitch pay for what he did to Reid,âÂ
Bugsy nodded again, feeling a hundred percent better the second air got onto her throat, and she saw glimpses of what he was like as a dad. Part of her wished then that things would have been different, that maybe she would have had a dad like him, one that knew how to fix things. One that knew just what to say to make her smile.Â
He produced a five dollar bill, holding it up for the vending machine to eat as he turned to her, âAlright, now which one are you having?âÂ
Bugsy thought she might just love Aaron Hotchner ten times more than she already had.Â
+1. The one where they tell everyone
She swore she had never run through hospital halls so fast.Â
Blake had called her to update her about Garcia shooting the UnSub who posed as a doctor to try and administer lethal doses of medicine to Spencer, and when that hadnât worked, heâd pulled a gun on her boyfriend and her tech whizz best friend.Â
And Penelope had shot him. Killed him. All to save Spencer.Â
And she supposed she needed to thank Penelope soon, that she would need to get the girl her own bunch of flowers like the ones sheâd quickly excused herself to grab while Hotch and Rossi went straight up into Spencerâs hospital room, even when Aaron had tried to wait for her thinking she was having another crisis of faith, she had ushered him along and told him it was bad form to show up without a card at least.Â
She burst through the doors like a bat out of hell, and the sight of Spencer in the scrubs, thick gauze wrapped around his neck made whatever resolve sheâd been storing dissolve immediately. Her face crumpled in a cry, and he barely had time to carefully turn his head towards the door, before she had launched herself at him, the flowers and card she had gotten him from the hospital gift shop forgotten and tossed to the floor.Â
She would apologise later, because she had ruined his presents despite the sentiment being there; for now she needed to feel him, make sure he was real and breathing and alive the way sheâd told herself he wouldnât be.Â
âBug-â His voice was raspy, no doubt having been drifting in and out of sleep for the past few hours, or even if the doctors had told him to rest his throat so as not to affect the thin, delicate stitches. But it didnât matter much to her, she didnât even let him finish anyway before she threw herself at him, minding his wound as she wept onto his chest, her arms wrapping around his waist, âBugsy, itâs okay, Iâm okay,â
But she couldnât even speak, couldnât even tell him to stop trying to reassure her, stop trying to make her feel better because he was the one in pain. She felt like a coward; she hadnât even pulled herself together enough to see him before, when he had still been sleeping. The sight of him on that bed, his eyes squeezed shut⊠she had turned tail and run before she even gave him a chance. Knew she wouldnât be able to hold herself together on the case if she went into his room and pretended everything was going to be fine the way Garcia and Blake were doing.Â
âIâm sorry, Iâm so sorry, Iâll stop-â She hiccupped, lifting her head up to look at him through distraught, reddened eyes, and she saw his face morphing into pure sorrow, his own hazel hues wide with grief because he hated seeing her in so much pain.Â
And she couldn't stop herself, her hands migrated to his cheeks, steering clear of the suture. She didnât think of the other eyes in the room, or the fact only Penelope knew, she suspected Hotch might have caught on by now anyway, she didnât frankly care. She wanted to feel him against her, to know he was still hers.Â
Bugsy kissed him like he was about to be ripped away from her at any given moment, and had she been in any other mindset she might have cared about the fact she could taste the salt of her tears, that he froze under her brazen affection, or that she surely looked a state after what the past twenty four hours had put her through. She didnât care when she heard a gasp, or felt stares, only that Spencer kissed her back, possibly the most tender he had ever been, his hands soft and featherlike as they traced over her waist to pull her closer. He tasted like Jell-O, and she thought it might just be her favourite flavour suddenly, because it was all him.Â
She pulled away with a sniffle, looking entirely sorry for herself and like a kicked puppy, and she was quickly ripped out of her delirium that allowed her to look at him without guilt or hesitation by a loud whistle.Â
âNow how long have you kids been holding that out?â Morgan jeered, and Bugsy cracked a smile, wiping her face on the back of her sleeve as she looked at her team. JJ and Penelope clung to one another with ditsy smiles, like they were watching John Cusack playing the boombox over his head at the bedroom window, Rossi stood with his arms crossed, a nostalgic smile on his face as he watched the kids heâd seen grow up finally seem like they were at home. Morgan looked ready to tease some more until Blake put a hand on his shoulder, entirely motherly and chiding, and Hotch looked at her and her alone like he was looking in a mirror.
He supposed, for once, the bau had found a happy ending.Â
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Spotted || The Queen of the Clan pt.1
I absolutely do think about werewolf/dog shapeshifter Johnny every day, because I am a weak little gorilla and want to cuddle a big doggo, but
What if Soap as a hyena shapeshifter. Cuz their manes look like mohawks and he can keep his precious fluffy hairstyle. He's trotting around with his spots and long black socks on those strong legs, round ears twitching when he hears someone - prey, perhaps? But prey doesn't sound so pretty and cute, doesn't laugh and chirp so sweetly. So he keeps his tail high and hurries to the sound source, to find reader there chatting with other people - all with photocameras and other familiar equipment. You're neither prey, nor threat: just a documentary crew here, probably mainly for the lions.
You spot him immediately, his wary stance catching everyone's attention.
"The tail up so high can mean different things, but it might be a sign of agression. Careful, everybody," one of the specialists warns you, and you nod - you're not stupid, that's clear, but the smile you have on your face is so blissfully ecstatic, almost as if every thought left your brain at the sight of a chonky, bulky hyena investigating your filming sight (to be fair, it's probably his everything else sight). But you're just happy to see your first big animal on this trip, and so close!
"Hi, beautiful," you coo softly, brely a whisper, as you pull your camera up and start taking pictures of him - it takes the hyena only a few moments before it suddenly changes his stance to a more imposing one, puffing out its chest, legs wide apart, mane fuffed up. "Aw, are you posing for me, pretty boy? That's right, you're gonna be a star. I can already picture everyone going crazy for these cute pics..."
You tear your eyes away from him to take a look at what you're getting, not sure if the exposition and other settings are right, but when you adjust them and look back up to try and take another picture, the hyena isn't there. You almost let out a disappointed sigh, when you realize that no one of the crew is moving and their eyes are all glued to you - and then something big, fluffy and warm bumps your hip.
"Oh god," you try not to get startled by the hyena so close. It's even bigger that it seemed from afar, probably will be as tall as you if it stands up on its hind legs. Actually, it might be a girl - those tend to be bigger among spotted hyenas, after all. A formiddable force of nature, a deadly predator - not to be fooled by the public perception.
And it's sniffing at you very loudly, fluttering its round ears and bumping your hip again, like a needy cat with its huge wet eyes, before you finally lower your camera - and it shoves its muzzle into the little screen immediately!
"What, you like these? Give me permission to make you famous?" you chuckle when the hyena lets out somewhat of an approving whine. It bumps its head against your palm, but, glancing at your crew, you decide to withhold from petting the wild animal, after all.
The hyena doesn't look pleased with it. It whines again, paws at you, and then huffs, clearly irritated. Leaving you alone and shaking its head to fluff up its mane again, it sniffs around, trotting around your temporary camp, and heads straight to your backpack - your food inside, sleeping bag rolled neatly and resting against its side. While you try to remember if you have anything there that could cause danger to the curious animal, the hyena sniffs around it, making sure it's definitely yours, and then...
"No, no-no-no, please, don't-" it's too late. Turning around with the smuggest smirk you ever saw on an animal's face, the hyena lines up and sprayes your stuff generously. The smell of boiling cheap soap and something else hits you almost immediately on that short distance. No amount of washing will save you. You stand there, absolutely speechless and bemused, as the hyena bursts out into loud cackling, almost rolling on the ground and the sight of you.
And then a response cuts through the air - one, two, three other voices, interrupting that little spotted shit's fit. It immediately stops giggling, casts you one last look with a grin and then bolts away, to its family pack.
What a start to your filming trip. You'll just have to hope that hyena doesn't bring all its friends to your camp to cause chaos...
Another important thing about spotted hyenas? Their packs are matriarchal :)
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do you still love me? (I still love you) - choi seungcheol
warnings: mentions of insecurity, slight use of profanities, car accident, hospital, mentions of a needle (IV drip) & mention of anxiety attack.
pairing: choi seungcheol x female reader (use of she)
genre: exes to lovers, angst-ish, happy ending
wc: 2.3k
a/n: wanted to write for wonwoo but lollapalooza choi seungcheol won't let me, he is stuck and imprinted on my brain fr. I will do anything for that man....also this fic is loosely inspired by seventeen's happy ending.
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âwhat? no! don't call him! are you crazy?â your hands frantically reached out to grab seungkwan at his hand that was holding his phone. âcrazy? who's the one being crazy here? I can't believe this happened and you didn't even think to call me, if i hadn't call and asked to hang out I wouldn't even have known you'd gotten into an accident. are YOU crazy?? you just plan on lying on this hospital bed waiting to recover alone??â seungkwan whisper-shouted at you. âseungkwan please we already broke up, I don't want to bother him or give him any more burdens. besides, I don't even know if he will still care and to be honest, I don't want to know. I don't want to find out that he doesn't anymore so just let me live with my what ifs.â it's true, you'd rather not find out that he's moved on and doesn't care anymore than to know for sure that he doesn't care anymore. you don't think you have it in you to bare another heartbreak.
âyou do know that he is still madly in love with you and that he asks me about you everyday still right? he is literally going to cuss me out if he finds out you're hurt and I didn't tell him. I don't even know why you broke up with him in the first place, you were both so good together!â seungkwan's words only filled your heart with more regret. you had broken up with seungcheol a little over 2 months ago but you both decided to stay friends for the sake of the boys. you had all been friends for too long, too many years to let them all go. seungkwan has been your best friend for over a decade and so was he with the boys, it was inevitable that you'd run into each other even if you tried to avoid him or them so this was your compromise.
it wasn't decided easily of course. when you first broke up, you had tried your hardest to avoid seungcheol at all costs, if he was going to be at a hangout, dinner or lunch, you would stop yourself from going bu seungcheol was persistent; begging that you'd at least be friends for the sake of the friend group & for his own sake as well, he couldn't stand not being able to see you or hear from you for too long. why the break up? to put it simply: you were insecure but that was just an understatement. every date you went on with him, every time you went out in public with him, pictures would inevitably find its way online. the comments were sweet, well most of them. for the rest? they were not so good & they started to eat at you everyday. you started to feel like you weren't good enough for him & that he could choose anyone and I mean anyone other than you, you just can't help but feel like he was settling for less with you. & slowly, this small insecurity grew so big that you started to distant yourself from him, avoid his hugs, his touches. when seungcheol finally had enough & asked you what was going on, you had decided on a whim to simply lie to him & told him you fell out of love with him.
you still remember the look of hurt that he had on his face that day and it haunts you every night before you close your eyes. almost immediately, you had wanted to take back what you had said, tell him whats really going on, you had so badly wanted to hug him so tight and to kiss the hurt away and yet, you didnt have it in you to continue being less for him when he deserved so much more.
âseungkwan you know why, just stop please just don't call him. it's just a small accident, I'll be fine once my leg heals.â you tried your absolute hardest to assure him, to convince and persuade seungkwan, but he's your best friend afterall. he knows you're not okay. âit's not just a small accident! you literally fractured your foot in a car accident and you have 3 stitches on your arm! you can't walk that's for damn sure, what, are you just going to not let any of our friends visit you for i don't know a few months? and not come to dinner and not expect anyone to ask about you? you know i can't lie for shit.â
âjust⊠just tell them I left the country for a bit. for travelling or something I dont know just make something believable up. Just don't call him, I don't want him to see me like this. god, I look and sound like a loser. I don't want seungcheol to-â
the door to your ward swang open so hard a loud thud rang from the wall. âdon't want me to what?â seungcheol asked as he panted; trying to catch his breath. your eyes widen at the sound of his voice, âcheolâŠwhatâŠâ it seems for a minute, your brain had shut down., nothing was coming out of your mouth. âh-hyung,â seungkwan who was as shocked as you are, stuttered. âwhat are you doing here?â seungkwan had voiced his question for you. ây/n's hurt. you're hurt.â seungcheol answers as he looks back at you. seungkwan watched your face, clearly still shocked and struggling, ây/n is fine, she's just-â
âshe doesn't look fine with a fucking needle up her arm. why didn't you call me?â you couldn't tell if seungcheol's question was for you or for seungkwan but you decided to speak anyway, âcheol-ah I'm fine, i-i just fell down the stairs.â what a stupid fucking excuse seungkwan thought to himself. what happened to making up something believable??? seungkwan tried to hide his face of unamusement. âyou fell down the stairs?â this time seungcheol fixed his squinted eyes on you scrutinisingly. his right eyebrow raised in disbelief and he started walking closer to your hospital bed. while you tried to hide your casted foot out of sight as much as possible. âyeah I just, I tripped over my foot and fell down the stairs, just had a few cuts here and there and some stitches. no biggie.â you tried to sound as lighthearted and careful as much as you could while trying your best to hide the pain from having to move your foot out of sight.
âdon't move, god, the hospital called and said you've gotten into a car accident, you still have me as your emergency contact.â oh. oh. well fuck. seungkwan sensed the already existing tension rising rapidly and decided it's best to go, âokaaay I should probably go and let you have some rest-â seungkwan almost feels invisible in the way seungcheol keeps disregarding his words and interrupting him, âwhy'd you not tell me? is this fun to you? the same way you fell out of love with me and just didn't tell me until I asked? why do I always have to find out things in the worst way possible?â seungcheol knows he's being harsh but he doesnt mean to, he's just so angry and hurt. so much anger in him towards himself for not being better for you. how bad must he have been, how much was he lacking for you to fall out of love with him? is it work? but he did try to make time for you, bringing you out for dates but you would reject those dates, movie dates at home were also always getting cut short, you no longer wanted to fall asleep on him shoulder or lap, you just went your way to the bedroom after announcing you're tired even before the halfway mark of the movie. was he doing something wrong? there's so much he still hasn't gotten the chance to ask you before you walked out on him.
and now seungkwan, seungkwan was a lot of things but patience? that man has very limited patience and he definitely doesn't have patience for the way seungcheol is speaking to you now. he has had enough of you running away from seungcheol when you still clearly have feelings for him. âhyung,â seungkwan reached for seungcheol's wrist, trying to get his attention. âcome with me.â he started tugging and pulling at seungcheol's arm, dragging him out the ward. âshe got into a car accident because she was having an anxiety attack because our song was playing on the car radioâŠyour voice.. anywayâŠshe's still in love with you.â seungkwan let out a deep breath he didnt know he was holding, he watches as seungcheol's eyes widen and dilate in shock, âim not trying to butt in your relationship with her or take her side butâŠjust go easy on her. she's- just talk to her, give her some time, she'll open up to you again. you know what she's like when she wants to be stubborn. I'm going to get going, tell her bye for me.â
for the next 5 minutes, seungcheol stood by the door with his back slumped against the wall, replaying the words seungkwan had said to him. you still love him? you're still in love with him? how? but didn't you⊠didn't you tell him you don't anymore? if you still love him, why did you say that? he gently opened the door to your ward this time, making his way to you. he pulled the vacant chair closer to your bed before taking a seat, âcheol-ah, you don't have to stay here, i was just about to get some sleep anyway, im good on my own. I know you're busy-â âdo you still love me?â the room turned so silent you swear you could hear if a pin were to drop on the floor. when you said nothing, he continued, âI have so many questions but i-i just need to know if you still love me... do you know how much I missed you?â tears you were so badly trying to hold back only cascaded down your cheeks, betraying you. both his hands come up to cup your delicate face inbetween his hands, both his thumbs working to wipe your tears away, âdon't cry, pretty. you're breaking my heart.â his own voice cracks and his own tears starts showing themself around his brown orbs but you watch as he blinks them away. âtell me you love me." he whispered so quietly, your head now facing down, eyes closed as you start sobbing. âi can't cheolâŠif I tell you, if I tell you I love you I don't think I can let you go again.â the room fills itself with the sound of your sniffing and crying.
âyou don't have to let me go, just tell me you love me and I won't let go of you, not again.â he placed a gentle kiss at the top of your head, bringing your face to his chest as he hugs you silently. âbut cheol,â seungcheol doesn't think he can take it anymore if he hears you call him cheol one more time, he's growing putty and puttier in your presence. âyes, sweetheart?â he asked as he started stroking your hair. âim nobody and you'reâŠyou. weâre so different and weâre of two different worlds. you're doing so good in life and you're so handsome and im justâŠâ his heart only breaks further at your words, âyou're beautiful. you're the most beautiful person my eyes has ever laid on. you have always been beautiful to me and you still are. & weâre not that different, my love, even if we are, isn't that what we both love about us? so different yet so similar. you have qualities I lack and we compliment each other so well, no?â seungcheol pulled away slightly only to look into the eyes he had missed so much. âif there's somewhere or something im lacking at, tell me so I can be better for you.â he assured you again. âyou're not lacking at anything at all cheol.â seungcheol notes how this is the loudest and clearest you've spoken since he's gotten here and he doesn't miss a beat when he says âyou're not lacking either, you're doing so good my love. I wouldn't change anything about you, you know that? I love you just as you are, everything about you, I love you at your best and I love you just the same at your worst times. you just need to let me in when you have bad thoughts, let me love and reassure you hm? can you do that for me?â he asked as he patted at your head gently again. you had merely nodded lightly & said âim sorry cheol.â with more tears running down your cheeks before he spoke again, âit's not your fault, princess. I'm sorry I didn't notice it back then, it's my fault. I'm sorry.â a light peck of a chaste kiss placed on your cheek as you shook your head in disagreement, âitâs not your fault cheol.â cheol cheol cheol he couldn't take it anymore; bringing your face closer to his, he looks into your eyes again, asking for permission, at the small nod of your head, you fluttered your eyes close and he wasted no time in bringing his lips to yours gently, afraid of hurting you. his heart overwhelms in love for you, lips and tongue exploring each other in lost familiarity, oh how much you both missed each other.
âyou still haven't answered me, princess.â another kiss to your forehead this time, âdo you still love me?â his eyes searched yours again, looking for a hint of anything. you caught him by surprise when you pulled him in for another kiss, âI still love you. I love you, cheol, so much."
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