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i’m not gay and i’m not interested in you
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To escape a politically motivated arranged marriage, a privileged heir Lucas Walton fakes being gay and engaged to his company's new executive, unaware that his "fiance" is actually an undercover agent investigating his family's corrupt dealings, leading to a hilarious clash of secrets, danger, and unexpected feelings.
If you're in the mood for a silly, preposterous, campy, rom-com, this series will hit the spot. Nothing makes sense and the secondhand embarrassment is strong sometimes, but it's funny and endearing. Turn off the brain, and just enjoy the ride.
The entire series (57 eps, 1-2 mins each, vertical format) is available on the Dramabox app. The first 12 eps are free on their website and app. Each ep after 12 is 5 coins each. Dramabox allows you to earn coins through completing certain tasks (like watching for 15 mins) and watching ads. It's annoying, but completely possible to watch the entire series for free. You can earn about 40 coins a day and additionally watch 5 ads to unlock 5 eps. 💀
Why go through the trouble? The tropes.
We get kabedon and the good old faint and catch,
a gratuitous topless scene and sex jokes,
disaster cooking, and lots of embarrassing slapstick comedy.
In other words, a masterpiece. 😂 I normally despise the fake marriage trope, but maybe this series is so short and unserious about it, I didn't have time to hate it yet.
Update: It looks like the links to watch on DM and Bili got taken down. Watch here. 🤫
#this series is ridiculous but a hell of a lot of fun#just don't set your expectations too high#having ptm trauma flashbacks but the coin earning is faster if you're able to get through the max amount of ads allowed per day#it only took me 4 days to unlock to the end#my secret agent husband#vertical ql series
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NO FUCKING WAY I GOT SUCKED INTO THST STUPID "MY SECRET AGENT HUSBAND" MINI STORY ITS SO FUCKING DUMB BUT ITS SO STEREK
ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY AND I CANT STOP WATCHING IT
Truly the worst thing I've ever seen but I genuinely can't stop watching
I'm not gonna download the fucking app tho I'd rather die
#my secret agent husband#personal#truly just a sterek fanfic come to life#i csnt even make fun of it i actually enjoy it#standards? -1000#sterek au
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can we talk about whatever the fuck dramabox is like can someone do a deep dive on this please clearly something nefarious going on here which is perhaps just the predatory marketing of it but guys i rly need to see the rest of my secret agent husband…
#dramabox#and im rly just interested in the whole concept of this app like sooo crazy..#again very nefarious clearly#my secret agent husband
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Got an ad for one of those crappy romcom tv app things for a show called "my secret agent husband" and I'm absolutely obsessed
It has kdrama vibes and often iffy acting but it has enraptured my heart
It's a fake marriage turned into real romance trope with a secret agent trying to get intel on the other person trope on top it's great
#are there even any tags for this show?#it's so bad but so good#was not expecting to hear a slur though#my secret agent husband
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“My Secret Agent Husband” but make it Winteriron (or SteveTony) 🙂↕️
#winteriron#stevetony#my secret agent husband#I finally got the chance to watch it last night and omfg#it’s so cheesy and corny and so bad that it’s so good#it’s basically an Americanized version of a k-drama#i highly recommend it#I can imagine Bucky or Steve being Agent Wyatt#and twink Tony being Lucas#I need fics of them immediately 😭
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How the f*ck did I get suckered into My Secret Agent Husband? It's campy and cringy but cute and I adored it! Now it's 3am and I am having flashbacks of watching Junjou Romantica in bed like I just watched My Secret Agent Husband....
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wyatt being endeared by lucas 🐻
#sorry i just love this series so much it’s so cute and camp#likeeee the chemistry between these two#my fav husbands aw#my secret agent husband#msah#lucas walton#agent wyatt#my gifs#michael naizu#andrei prunila#dramabox
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happy yaoi day 🫶
#my secret agent husband#the bunny ears are not in the scene i added them. for funsies.#this show sucks and i hope everyone watches it#hmm. actually no i don’t.#divine act of creation
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My Secret Agent Husband 2?!
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Did we need really need a sequel? No. Will I watch this? HELL YES. Looking forward to more fun brain off ridiculousness and cringe.
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help…
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I despise that man. He treats my son so poorly, and I hate him for it.
also me whenever I see him:
#I just wanna..... I just..... I... he..... he needs......#a ciggy#the secret saturdays#Agent Epsilon#my ex husband#*bashes his head in with a rock* 💖💝💗💓💞❣
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oh yeah diego's FINISHED
#simblr#the sims 4#the sims#sims 4 story#sims 4 gameplay#ts4 gameplay#sims 4 screenshots#the sims gameplay#sims 4#ts4#errantcesims#solani brown#she's never found a sim extremely attractive before even diego she just finds him very attractive.#plus she has amazing compatibility with ishaan meanwhile she has VERY bad compatibility with diego. yeah diego's over i fear#funny how ishaan already wants to take her on a date but scared the crap out of my girl in their first meeting#like sir she is terrified of you atm good luck getting that date#also they dont know it yet but ishaan and marc (beatriz husband - beatriz being solani's bestie) are actually very good friends#ishaan is a secret agent so he deals a lot with the oasis springs PD. they're all connected~
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the jjk men reaction to their wife without their wedding ring ?
Gojo satoru — Gojo Satoru strolled into the living room, humming a cheerful tune as he casually twirled his sunglasses between his fingers. It was a rare moment of downtime for both of you, and he had been looking forward to lounging around with his beloved wife. His sharp eyes, however, immediately zeroed in on you, sprawled out on the couch with your phone in one hand and your other hand resting lazily on the armrest.
At first, he didn’t notice it. But as his gaze lingered—because, honestly, you looked stunning even in sweatpants—it hit him. Something was… missing.
His blue eyes narrowed slightly, and the grin on his face turned into a playful smirk. He crossed the room and plopped down dramatically next to you, making the couch shift slightly.
“Darling,” he began in a tone dripping with mock severity, leaning closer to you as if he had discovered the secret to the universe.
You glanced up briefly, raising an eyebrow. “Hmm?”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached for your left hand, gently lifting it as if it were a delicate artifact. He examined it closely, turning it this way and that. That’s when he saw it. Or rather, didn’t see it.
“Oh. My. God.” he gasped, clutching your hand with both of his. “Where is it? Where’s the ring? Our ring?” His voice escalated into a melodramatic pitch, and he looked at you as though you’d just committed the ultimate betrayal.
You blinked at him, utterly unbothered. “I took it off while I was washing the dishes earlier. I forgot to put it back on. Relax, Gojo.”
But Gojo wasn’t about to let it go. He sprang to his feet, one hand pressed to his chest as if your words had physically wounded him. “Forgot? You forgot the symbol of our eternal, unbreakable love?” He pointed dramatically at your bare ring finger. “Do you know what this says to the world? That I, Gojo Satoru, am unclaimed! Unwanted! A free agent!”
You rolled your eyes, fighting back a smile. “Satoru, nobody in the world thinks you’re unclaimed. You’re too loud for that.”
But he wasn’t listening. He began pacing back and forth in front of you, gesturing wildly. “Do you realize how many people out there are just waiting for a moment like this? They’ll think I’m single! Do you want people throwing themselves at me?” He spun around, his eyes wide with mock horror. “What if Nanami hears about this? Or worse, Gojo’s fan club?!”
That finally got a laugh out of you. “You have a fan club?”
“Of course I do,” he said, puffing his chest out. “I’m Gojo Satoru. But that’s not the point!” He dropped back onto the couch beside you, leaning in close so that his face was mere inches from yours. His eyes, bright and intense as always, locked onto yours. “The point is, you, my dearest, most beautiful wife, have forgotten our sacred bond. And I, as your loving husband, must now remind you why you married me.”
Before you could protest, he scooped you up in his arms as if you weighed nothing. You let out a startled yelp, laughing despite yourself. “Satoru, what are you doing?”
“I’m making sure you never forget again,” he said with a grin that could melt anyone’s heart.
He spun you around once, his laughter mingling with yours. You tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but he held you firm, his warm hands steady and strong.
“Put me down, you lunatic!”
“Not until you swear to never, ever leave your wedding ring behind again,” he said, his voice playful but with a hint of mock sternness.
“Okay, fine!” you managed between laughs. “I swear! I won’t forget again!”
Satisfied, he set you back down on the couch, but not before brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face and planting a soft kiss on your forehead.
“Good,” he said, his tone shifting to that softer, more genuine one he reserved just for you. He sat back, crossing his arms as if he’d just won an important battle. “By the way,” he added, smirking, “your wedding ring is on the counter by the sink. You’re welcome.”
You groaned, throwing a pillow at him. “You knew this whole time and still made a scene?”
“Of course I did,” he said, catching the pillow effortlessly and flashing you a smug grin. “What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t take every opportunity to shower my wife with attention?”
You rolled your eyes again, but the warmth spreading in your chest betrayed how much you adored him—dramatics and all.
Geto Suguru — It was late in the afternoon, the golden light from the setting sun spilling through the windows of your quiet home. You were seated at the kitchen table, sipping tea while flipping through a book. The peaceful silence was interrupted by the soft sound of Suguru’s footsteps as he entered the room, his long, dark hair tied loosely behind him, and his expression calm as always.
“Hmm,” he hummed as his sharp eyes immediately noticed you. His lips curved into a faint smile. “There you are.”
“Here I am,” you replied with a playful grin, not looking up from your book
He walked over to you and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head. Everything about Suguru exuded calm, but there was something sharp about his gaze as he straightened, his attention drawn to your left hand resting on the table.
“Where’s your ring?” he asked, his tone casual but with a slight edge of curiosity.
You blinked, glancing at your hand. “Oh,” you said, realizing the absence of the small band. “I took it off earlier while I was washing the dishes. I must’ve forgotten to put it back on.”
Suguru’s expression didn’t change much, but there was a faint flicker of something in his dark eyes—amusement, perhaps. He moved to the chair across from you and sat down, resting his chin on his hand as he regarded you.
“Forgotten, hm?” he murmured, his voice low and smooth.
You tilted your head, sensing the subtle shift in his mood. “It’s not a big deal, Suguru,” you said, brushing it off.
His smile widened ever so slightly, though there was a teasing glint in his eyes. “Not a big deal? My wife walking around without a ring, making it look like she’s unmarried? How scandalous.”
You snorted, closing your book and setting it aside. “Oh, please. Nobody is going to think I’m unmarried, Suguru.”
“Hmm,” he hummed again, his gaze locking with yours. “Perhaps not. But it’s the principle, isn’t it?” He reached across the table, taking your hand in his. His thumb brushed over your bare ring finger in slow, deliberate strokes. “This little band means something, doesn’t it? A reminder of the vows we made.”
You rolled your eyes, though his touch was warm and soothing. “You’re being dramatic.”
“Maybe,” he said, his tone still even, though the faint smile on his lips betrayed his amusement. “But I quite like seeing you wear it. It suits you.”
“Well, it’s sitting on the counter,” you admitted. “I just forgot to put it back on.”
Suguru sighed softly, standing up from his chair and walking to the kitchen counter. He picked up your ring, holding it delicately between his fingers before turning back to you. His movements were always deliberate, almost graceful, as he returned to your side and crouched down next to you.
“Hold out your hand,” he said, his voice gentle but firm.
You quirked an eyebrow at him but complied, holding out your hand. Suguru took it carefully, his fingers warm against yours.
“You know,” he began as he slipped the ring back onto your finger, “this little thing is more than just a piece of metal. It’s a claim, a promise, and a reminder of the fact that you belong to me, just as I belong to you.”
His words were soft but carried a weight that sent a shiver down your spine. When the ring was back in its rightful place, Suguru raised your hand to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to your knuckles
“There,” he murmured. “That’s better.”
You shook your head, your cheeks warm. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
“Maybe,” he said with a smirk, standing back up to his full height. “But I’m your ridiculous.”
You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest betrayed how much his little gestures meant to you. Suguru wasn’t always loud in his affections, but moments like this reminded you of just how deeply he cared for you—and how much he loved to remind you of it.
Nanami kento — The quiet hum of the apartment greeted Nanami as he stepped inside, his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly now that he was home. He loosened his tie as he glanced around, his sharp eyes immediately landing on you sitting at the dining table, your laptop open and a mug of tea beside you.
“Welcome home,” you said, looking up with a smile.
“Good evening,” he replied, his voice calm and steady as always. He moved toward you, setting his briefcase down with practiced precision before leaning in to kiss your temple. “Busy day?”
“Not really,” you said, leaning back in your chair. “I spent most of it cleaning and catching up on emails.”
Nanami nodded, his gaze briefly scanning the room before settling on you. As you reached for your mug, his brow furrowed slightly.
“Where’s your ring?” he asked suddenly, his tone even but with a hint of curiosity.
You froze for a moment, glancing at your hand. Your wedding ring was missing from its usual place, and you let out a small laugh as you realized. “Oh, I took it off earlier when I was cleaning. I guess I forgot to put it back on.”
Nanami’s expression remained calm, but you noticed the slight tightening of his jaw. He pulled out the chair across from you and sat down, resting his hands on the table.
“I see,” he said quietly, his gaze dropping to your hand again.
You tilted your head, sensing his hesitation. “It’s not a big deal, Kento,” you said lightly. “I’ll go grab it in a second.”
He sighed softly, his eyes meeting yours. “It’s not that I doubt you,” he said, his voice calm but carrying a subtle weight. “It’s just… that ring isn’t just an accessory to me.”
You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?”
Nanami reached across the table, gently taking your hand in his. His thumb brushed over the bare spot where your ring should have been. “It’s a symbol,” he said after a moment. “Of us. Of everything we’ve chosen to share. When I see it on your finger, it’s a quiet reassurance that, no matter how chaotic things get, we have something solid.”
His words hung in the air, and you felt a pang of guilt mixed with affection. Nanami wasn’t one to dramatize things, but his quiet honesty carried more weight than anything else ever could
“I didn’t mean to worry you,” you said softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
“I’m not worried,” he replied, shaking his head slightly. “I know where we stand. But… seeing it missing felt strange. Like something wasn’t quite right.”
Your lips curved into a warm smile. “You’re such a sentimentalist, you know that?”
He exhaled through his nose, his expression softening as he gave you a faint smile. “I’d argue I’m just practical. But if it makes me a sentimentalist to care about something that reminds me of you, then so be it.”
You chuckled, standing up and leaning down to kiss his cheek. “I’ll go grab it now. I don’t want you to feel off balance.”
As you walked to the kitchen to retrieve your ring from the small dish by the sink, you couldn’t help but feel touched by how deeply he cared about even the smallest details.
When you returned, the ring back on your finger, Nanami’s eyes immediately dropped to your hand. He gave a small, approving nod and reached for your hand again.
“Much better,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over the ring.
You sat down beside him this time, leaning into his solid presence. “You know, Kento, you’re a lot more romantic than you like to admit.”
He huffed softly, his lips curving into the faintest smirk. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, resting his hand over yours.
Toji fushiguro— The heavy thud of boots echoed through the entryway as Toji walked into the house, his presence impossible to miss. You looked up from the couch where you were scrolling on your phone, catching the sharp glint of his green eyes as he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it over a nearby chair.
“Hey, you’re back early,” you said with a smile, sitting up as he crossed the room toward you.
He gave a small grunt of acknowledgment, his version of a greeting, before plopping down beside you. “Work wrapped up faster than I thought,” he said, leaning back and stretching an arm over the back of the couch.
As he settled in, his eyes flicked toward you, and they instinctively scanned over you with the same sharpness he applied to everything. They lingered on your hand for a beat longer than usual.
“Where’s your ring?” he asked, his tone casual but with an edge of curiosity.
You blinked, looking down at your bare finger. “Oh,” you said lightly, “I took it off earlier while I was washing dishes. I guess I forgot to put it back on.”
Toji raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a sly smirk. “Forgot, huh?”
You rolled your eyes, already sensing where this was going. “Don’t start,” you said, crossing your arms. “It’s not like I lost it or anything. It’s on the counter by the sink.”
“Mm,” he hummed, leaning forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees as he looked at you with that unreadable expression of his. “Funny. I didn’t think you’d be the type to forget something like that.”
You huffed, narrowing your eyes at him. “It’s just a ring, Toji. Don’t make it a big deal.”
“Just a ring?” he repeated, his tone laced with amusement. He leaned back again, draping an arm across your shoulders. “That’s not what you said when I gave it to you.”
You felt your cheeks heat up at the memory. Toji wasn’t exactly the sentimental type, so when he had proposed—ring and all—it had been one of the rare moments where he let his guard down. The ring symbolized more than just a commitment; it was his way of showing you that you were the one person he trusted enough to hold onto.
“Okay, fine,” you muttered, avoiding his gaze. “It’s not ‘just a ring.’ Happy now?”
Toji chuckled, his deep voice rumbling through the room. “Damn right I’m happy. You’re lucky I’m not one of those guys who gets all pissy about this stuff.”
“You literally just called me out for it,” you shot back, giving him a playful glare.
“Yeah, but I didn’t yell about it,” he said, smirking as he reached for your hand. He turned it over, his calloused fingers brushing against your bare finger. “Guess I just like seeing it on you, that’s all.”
The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard. Toji wasn’t one for flowery words or grand romantic gestures, but when he said things like this, it was impossible not to feel the depth of his emotions.
You softened, resting your other hand over his. “I didn’t mean to make you feel weird about it,” you said. “I’ll go grab it right now.”
As you stood up to retrieve your ring, Toji leaned back and watched you with a lazy grin. “Don’t keep me waiting, princess. Gotta make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”
You shot him a look over your shoulder, but there was no real annoyance behind it. When you returned with the ring on your finger, Toji reached for your hand again, his thumb brushing over the metal as his grin widened.
“Now that’s more like it,” he said, tugging you back onto the couch beside him.
“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, though you couldn’t help but smile.
“And you love it,” he replied easily, pulling you closer until you were leaning against his chest.
Sukuna ryomen — The air was heavy with the scent of incense and sakura blossoms, the grand halls of Sukuna’s domain illuminated by the flickering light of oil lamps. You sat on a low, ornate platform, your fingers absently tracing patterns on a delicate porcelain cup as you waited for Sukuna to return.
The sound of his footsteps was unmistakable, his commanding presence preceding him. When he stepped into the room, his twin sets of eyes found you immediately, piercing and intense. Dressed in his ceremonial robes, Sukuna looked every bit the fearsome king he was rumored to be, his aura suffocating yet magnetic.
“Wife,” he greeted in a low, resonant voice that sent a shiver down your spine. “What mischief have you been up to today?”
You smiled, setting down your cup as he approached. “Nothing that would trouble the great Ryomen Sukuna,” you teased, tilting your head to look up at him.
He chuckled darkly, the sound laced with amusement and menace. “Good. I’ve had enough annoyances for one day.”
As he lowered himself to sit beside you, his gaze swept over you, sharp and all-seeing. His attention lingered on your left hand, resting idly in your lap. His expression darkened instantly, a storm brewing in his crimson eyes.
“Where is it?” he demanded, his tone suddenly sharp.
You blinked, confused. “Where is what?”
“Your ring,” he said coldly, his jaw tightening as his eyes bore into yours. “The one I placed on your finger. The one that marks you as mine.”
Realization dawned, and you glanced down at your bare hand. “Oh,” you said lightly. “I removed it while preparing the tea earlier. I didn’t want it to get dirty.”
Sukuna’s expression didn’t soften. If anything, it grew more severe. “And you thought it wise to leave yourself unmarked?”
You frowned, sitting up straighter. “It’s just a ring, Sukuna. It’s not as though I’ve forgotten what it means.”
“Just a ring?” he repeated, his voice a low, dangerous growl. He leaned closer, his four eyes narrowing as his hand shot out to grab your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. “You insult me with such carelessness.”
You held his gaze, refusing to flinch under the weight of his presence. “It was not meant as an insult,” you said firmly. “I was thinking practically. Surely you don’t think a piece of metal is the only proof of my loyalty to you.”
Sukuna’s lips curled into a wicked grin, though his eyes still burned with displeasure. “No, but it is a visible declaration. One that tells the world you belong to me. You will not cast it aside so lightly again.”
You sighed, reaching up to rest your hand over his. “It was not my intention to ‘cast it aside,’ as you put it. But if it matters so much to you, I will retrieve it immediately.”
“Do that,” he said, releasing your chin with a flick of his wrist. “And do not make me repeat myself on this matter.”
You rose gracefully, moving toward the chamber where you had set the ring aside. Sukuna’s gaze followed you, his eyes dark and watchful, though you could sense the simmering satisfaction beneath his displeasure.
When you returned, the ring once again adorning your finger, Sukuna reached out and caught your wrist, pulling you closer. He inspected the ring as though ensuring it hadn’t been damaged in your absence.
“Better,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over the metal. He glanced up at you, his expression softening slightly—though his grin retained its edge. “Do not forget, wife. You are mine. Always.”
You smirked, leaning down so your face was close to his. “And you are mine, Ryomen Sukuna. Do not forget that either.”
He laughed, a deep, reverberating sound that filled the room. “Bold as ever,” he said, his voice dripping with approval. “Perhaps that’s why I tolerate you.”
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xoxo | s.r.
in which your daughter goes to the BAU to hand out her extra Valentines
who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: horrible tooth rotting fluff, chemist!reader and leah, the spencer reid dilf agenda, valentine's day, reader wears pink (it's FESTIVE) word count: 1.47k a/n: happy valentine's day my loves!!!!
You had just finished helping your daughter put her visitor badge over her head before she proudly approached the two agents manning the security desk.
She brandished two Valentine’s Day cards for them, grinning while they looked down at her in surprise. You watched them tentatively take the cardstock from your three-year-old while she teetered back and forth in her pink Mary Janes. They thanked her while you pulled your visitor badge on. “C’mon, Leah,” you said, holding your hand out for her to take, “Let’s go see Daddy.”
“Daddy!” She chirped, her pure, childhood joy causing people in the lobby to stare. Most people were already vaguely aware of who she was, and even if they weren’t, it’s difficult to be truly bothered by a kid wearing heart antennae. Adjusting her grip on her basket of Valentines, she led you to the elevator, practically dragging you through Quantico.
Her hand couldn’t quite reach the button in the elevator, accidentally hitting the number four while wavering on her tippy toes. “Here, lovey,” you said, reaching over her and pushing the number six for her.
Leah beamed up at you. “Thank you,” she whispered, lowering herself and standing next to you, tugging on your pink sweater in an attempt to get your attention—as if she had ever lost it. “You wanna Valentine?” Her voice was soft, as if you were exchanging state secrets in the elevator, sweetly leaning her head against your leg. She stumbled over the name of the holiday a bit, replacing the second ‘n’ with an ‘m.’
“I’ll get one after everyone else,” you reassured her, adjusting her headband and smiling at the way the hearts bobbled.
She nodded confidently, making faces at her reflection in the elevator doors as you continued your way up.
You held your breath as the doors opened, once again holding your hand out for her to take so you could enter the bullpen in an orderly fashion, but as soon as they were open, she had taken off, the door being held open for someone else, leaving a perfect gap for her to slip through. There was barely enough time for you to call, “Incoming,” before she ran directly into Luke.
Thanking Anderson for holding the door for you, you followed Leah into the bullpen at a much slower pace and locked eyes with your husband, sighing in relief at the fact that you’d made it with little stress.
Your daughter had already been rescued from a room full of tall people by Dave, who’d hoisted her onto someone’s desk, so they were nearly at eye level. “Happy Valentime’s, Dave,” she said excitedly, urgently rifling through her basket to find a treat that she deemed worthy of his receipt.
Rossi smiled at her, “Happy Valentine’s Day, kiddo. What have you got there?” You weren’t sure if he was faking interest for the sake of your toddler, but either way, you were grateful for the opportunity to sneak by them, approaching Spencer’s desk.
He powered off his computer monitor as you leaned on the edge of his desk. “Hey,” he greeted, leaning his head up so you could plant a quick kiss on his lips. “Did she have fun?”
You nodded, peeking over your shoulder to see Dave walking Leah around to hand out Valentines to the entire office. “We severely underestimated the number of parents who keep their kids home for Valentine’s Day,” you informed him. Leah’s daycare class had been nearly empty when you picked her up early.
“What does that mean for us?” He asked, placing his hand on your knee and giving it a squeeze.
Raising your eyebrows, you grinned impishly, “It means we’re bringing a lot of lollipops home with us.”
Spencer chuckled, eyes following Leah as she made her way to Emily’s office, jumping up the steps and giggling at the sound effects that Tara made when she landed. “How was your morning?” He asked nonchalantly, and since nothing Spencer ever did was nonchalant, you knew he was on a fishing expedition.
The corners of your mouth quirked up while he shuffled the papers on his desk, preparing to spend his lunch with you and Leah. “Oh, I dropped Leah off and then went to work. I only had one class to teach, Physical Chemistry, as you know. I had some time before I needed to be back at the daycare, so I decided to stop at home and found a large bouquet of red and pink roses on the kitchen counter. They didn’t belong there, so I tossed them in the trash before heading here.”
“You did not,” Spencer challenged, grinning up at you, pushing his tongue against his teeth like he did when he was holding in a laugh.
You laughed breathily, hiding your smile behind your hand until Spencer reached up and took your hand in his. “No,” you acquiesced, “But I have no idea where we’re going to put two dozen roses.”
He pretended to think about it for a moment. “How about the kitchen counter?”
Humming, you leaned down to kiss him again. “Works for me,” you murmured to him on your way back up. You turned your head to find your toddler, seeing that Penelope had made her way to the bullpen and was putting a red feather boa around Leah’s neck.
Listening in on their conversation, you frowned when you overheard Leah complaining that the boa wasn’t pink. “Leah,” Spencer called her name, having overheard the conversation himself. “What do you say to Aunt Penelope?”
The three-year-old spun around, stumbling a bit when she tried to come to a stop, before looking up at Garcia and jumping, “Thank you! Matches my butterfly ears!” She fumbled the word ‘butterfly’ a bit in all of her excitement—bubberfly.
Your husband looked at you, confused. “Butterfly ears?”
“Antennae, obviously,” you told him, shaking your head in faux disappointment that he didn’t understand what she was talking about.
He shook his head in disbelief. “Hey, princess, c’mere,” he said, waving over your daughter.
You waved to JJ and Emily as they joined the impromptu gathering, with everyone in the bullpen watching while Leah skipped over to her dad. “Hi, Daddy,” she greeted, lifting her arms for him to pick her up, which he did happily.
“Hi, baby. Happy Valentine’s Day,” he replied, sweeping a stray strand of hair from her forehead. He’d left before you got her dressed this morning, so he hadn’t been able to see her in her festive outfit, complete with a pink and red tutu.
Comfortably sitting in her father’s lap, she giggled when he tickled her side. “Happy Valentime’s Day, Daddy,” she managed to squeak out. Sighing when he finally gave her a break, she asked, “Lunch?”
You smiled softly, “Soon, lovey.” The three of you had planned to do lunch as a family, and Penelope had promised to take Leah for a sleepover so you could go out for dinner—you were nervous, and she was thrilled.
She kicked her feet contentedly, telling Spencer about the cards she had given away at the security desk in a hushed voice while you watched an exchange across the bullpen. Luke was leaning toward Tara, holding his lollipop in his hand, “What flavor did you get?”
Tara peered at him suspiciously. “Blue raspberry,” she replied.
“I’ll trade you a green apple,” he offered, extending his arm out for the swap.
Turning in her chair, Tara scoffed, setting her Valentine on her desk, “Not a chance.”
A small gasp to your side caught your attention. “No trades, Newbie!” Leah shouted from her perch.
Instead of turning on your daughter, Luke immediately pointed at Garcia, “You coached her!”
Penelope feigned offense, holding a hand to her chest and looking around the bullpen, “It is my duty as her godmother to warn her against certain people.”
“Meaning me?”
“If the shoe fits, Newbie,” Penelope replied, leaning against a vacant desk while she awaited Luke’s response.
He looked over at Leah now. “How did she even hear me?”
You shrugged. “She has freakishly good hearing; we’re thinking of having her tested.”
Spencer nudged you at your joke, smiling slightly, “She saw you.”
Sighing in defeat, Luke gave Leah an exaggerated pout, “I’m sorry I tried to make a trade. Can you forgive me?”
Leah nodded with a toothy smile. Luckily, she was three, and things were easy to get over. “Hey, do I get a Valentine?” Spencer asked, playing with the hearts on her headband.
Humming, she shifted on his lap. “Mommy put all of the pink ones in a baggie for us.”
You flashed a grin back at your husband, pulled a Watermelon lollipop out of your purse, and handed it to him. “I’m very good at what I do.”
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THEY MADE A SEASON 2 OF MSAH AND WHEN I TELL YOU. the budget is budgeting omfg.
does anyone else watch those shitty dramabox stories or am i the only one.
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