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0mg-bird · 3 days ago

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hii! i lovedd 'lover's rock' sososo much and would absolutely love if you'd write more about that reader & spencer's relationship! maybe the way it develops or their dynamic when they are like 100% official? anything'll do but the way you wrote reader is so unbelievably me i was absolutely eating it upp!!! i love you & your writing!

Hiiiii!!! Thank u sm !!! Lover’s Rock got so much love, here’s a part two!

My Spencer Reid requests are open!

Everybody Loves Somebody ~ S. Reid

Part II of Lover’s Rock

Spencer!Reid x Fem!Twee!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, brief smut, reader gets wine drunk with BAU women. Reid being dirty, reader being dirty. Idiots in love, omg so cute, season 6/ 7 Reid is soooooo boyfriend. Morgan thinks Reid’s gone crazy. Um yeah okay enjoy

86% of Americans believe in true love, but only 67% of them say they’ve experienced it. That’s a statistic Spencer told you once.

How lucky you are to be apart of that 67%.

How lucky you are that you didn’t settle, that you waited painfully long for it to feel right, because it feels so right.

Ever since that everything but casual hookup, it was like a stone that was always supposed to be in motion, finally started rolling. Spencer took you to dinner, a nice Italian hole in the wall because you mentioned a love of pasta, then he started to call at the end of the day just to talk, and a second date became of that. It’s like he blinked and all of a sudden you two were spending all of his free time together, watching movies, his hand in yours as you dragged him to record stores.

He seriously thinks that in the moments you’re half dressed in his bed, rambling on and on about something you think is important enough to talk about until you practically pass out, that it’s all a dream and he’ll wake up alone come daybreak.

It never happens though, he wakes and you’re curled into his ribcage like that’s where you belong.

You do, he determines.

So three months of this honeymoon dance, the words ‘I love you’ come out unexpectedly in one of Spencer’s ramblings as the breeze blows in, feeling awfully like the winter that’s coming soon. You were bundled up beside him, hand in his like it always is as he tells you about work and how Morgan is always after him about the ‘scandalous love affair’ he’s having with ‘bar room girl’. Aka you.

“They ask so many questions, it’s unbelievable the lack of privacy I have. You know what he told me?” He had asked, which you answered with “What did he tell you, handsome?” before he continued.

“He seriously asked me if I was keeping my options open just in case you turned out to be crazy, clearly he had to be joking because there are no other options. Not that I would want another option! I wouldn’t, you’re the option I’ll stick with- no not an option just, well, you’re you and I love you so I don’t really care if you turn out crazy. I’d see the signs by now anyway.”

You stopped your stride, looking up at him with wide eyes and a wide grin.

“What?” You question.

“Well I’ve been with you long enough to learn your habits and if you were crazy then-”

“No.” You stop him. “You love me?”

He faces you, realizing he had just said it. But even if he wanted to try and back track, he couldn’t, he’s smiling too wide.

“Yeah, I do. I love you.”

“Good. I love you too.” You say, watching your words click in his brain and immediately his hands are cupping your face and he’s kissing you in the middle of the sidewalk, leaning over you as you laugh against his lips. Spencer doesn’t do PDA, or so he thought until he learned that it’s sometimes the only way you’ll understand his feelings and how he can’t put them into words.

You adore the sporadic behavior, getting kissed on sidewalks and trains and movie theater seats and anywhere else he thinks you’re far too beautiful in.

That’s what life has been like for six months together, madly and truly and deeply in love, deeply intimate in every word and touch and action. He goes to work and you’re the thought in the back of his mind as he crakes cases, you teach students and find yourself smiling at any free moment you have to think of when you’re going to see him next.

Now, the team has noticed the shift in their beloved Dr Reid, how he didn’t go out with them like he used to, how he spent a lot more time texting, how he’d casually mention you, but Spencer was a selfish man who wanted you to be something of only his. He shared his whole life with his team and even if they were his family, he took pride in knowing he had an escape they didn’t, which was you.

If the world got too much, you were there with your quirky outfits and strawberry lipstick to stain his cheek. You were his fix. Screw drugs, he had your laugh engraved in his head and that was far better than a needle.

That being said, there were times he was feigning, going through withdrawal all over again when he was gone for too long.

Like now. When he’s been everywhere but where you are for a week and three days just because he had back to back conferences and then fell right into a case.

He was tired and drained and felt a migraine coming on, painfully antisocial as he leaned back in the seat in the jet. Momentarily, he takes a second to breathe, then immediately digs his phone from his pocket and messages you.

He knows that you’re probably just getting home from the school day, that you’re probably sitting down at your desk to grade papers or work out lesson plans. He’s learned your routine in and out, it might be a little stalker-ish if he really thinks about it, so many cases has he worked where the unsub knows where a girl is at 4:30pm.

He’s no unsub, he just loves you enough to know everything about you.

Morgan, nosy like always, notices the way Spencer softly smiles at his phone.

“What are you grinning at, lover boy?” He asks, watching the way Spencer’s expression quickly shifts.

“Nothing.” He states, putting his phone away.

Morgan smirks. “Oh don’t be coy with me, we all know you’re dying to get home to that girl of yours.”

Spencer’s brows furrow, he opens his mouth to deny but the words don’t come. So he gives into it instead.

“So what if I am?” He questions, making Morgan- and Emily who is now paying attention- laugh.

“Aw, Reid, you’re all twitter-patted.” The dark haired agent says in a sweet tone.

Spencer presses his lips together and looks away.

“He’s not even trying to deny it.” Morgan tries to jab.

Only Spencer just shrugs. “Why would I try to deny it? I’m in love with her.”

The two widen their eyes.

“That’s a big word to use.” Emily hums.

“It’s a big feeling to have.” Spencer states. “You know, I’m used to feeling like I’m slowly going crazy everyday but ever since I met her, I don’t really feel it as intensely. It’s all the chemicals released in my brain I think, the dopamine and oxytocin over powers anxiety. Maybe it’s a placebo effect or something but I’ve never felt better than I do with her, so in short words, she’s cured me.”

For a moment, the two are at a loss for words, staring at their friend. It’s no negative thoughts they have, because they are overjoyed that their nerdy, awkward sidekick has finally found a match.

“I’m happy for you, Reid.” Emily smiles. “Sounds like she’s a good fit.”

Spencer, who could never speak ill about you, nods. “She’s probably the only one out there for me so yeah, she’s a good fit.”

“And you have me to thank for having her.” Morgan smirks. “Without me, you wouldn’t have approached her at the bar, you would’ve sat with your nose in that book and died alone.”

“Wow. Very encouraging.” Spencer says dryly.

“I want to meet her. I’m sure the whole team does.” Emily says, changing the subject.

“What’s that?” JJ adds in.

“Reid’s gonna introduce us to the girl who makes him leave the office at a decent hour.” Emily states before he can protest.

You aren’t going to like this idea, but the team is all talking about it like it’s the biggest news ever. He’d get you to settle and agree somehow, just so Morgan will finally see why he is so infatuated with you.

Besides, Rossi is already planning a night at his mansion for the team just so Spencer can bring you along.

- - - -

You completely lose track of the time as you continue to prepare dinner in his apartment, adding homemade sauce to pasta, cutting up seasoned chicken.

That’s probably why you don’t realize Spencer is home until he’s shutting and locking the door behind him.

He smiles in surprise as he sees you, dancing around his kitchen, hair clipped up in a messy updo, knee socks sliding around the floor.

“Hey.” He speaks, causing you to startle and flip around to face him.

Immediately, you’re joyous.

“Spence! Hi!” You rush to him.

He’s never been greeted so warmly until you, and now he can’t have anything different.

His arms encircle your waist as you clumsily throw your arms around his neck. The first words out of your mouth are ones he had never heard that often before you.

“I missed you.” You say, hugging him tight.

He pressed his nose to your hair, soothed by your citrusy shampoo. “I missed you too. I thought we were going to meet at the restaurant?”

You pull back only enough to see his face, your hand in his hair. It’s shorter than when you met, but it’s a good look for him.

“I know but I got impatient and figured I could surprise you with dinner. Is that okay? I suppose I could have asked. I used the key you gave me, I figured that the key meant I could stop in but I really should have asked, huh? Sorry, you know I get ahead of myself. Is this a violation of privacy-”

His lips find your rambling ones, immediately shushing you. It’s a warm welcoming feeling, something the both of you have missed terribly. You sink a little more into him, eyes shut in bliss as you slowly mold your lips with his, savoring it, deepening it.

“You being here is perfect, I gave you that key for to use. Thank you for using it.” He says closely as he pulls back, leaning his forehead to yours.

You sigh with a smile. “I really missed you.”

“I really missed you too.”

There’s a very peaceful silence for a moment, filled with your hands on his chest and your lips trailing over his face.

“Hey, sweetheart?” He asks before you press into him again, a little deeper now.

You hum in question against his lips.

“Where are your pants?” He asks, all muttered.

He really wasn’t complaining if you decided a new fashion trend was wandering his apartment in knee socks and funky patterned boy-short underwear.

“Red wine tragedy.” You state, pushing his coat off. “The cork wouldn’t budge, I put a little elbow grease into it but the thing toppled over when it popped and it was like a crime scene. Red stain everywhere.”

He tosses the coat to the arm chair. “That answers my next question as to why you’re wearing my Lacoste shirt.”

“My clothes are in the bathroom sink, had to scrub them down, though I think they can’t be salvaged.” You frown, turning back to the dinner, reaching for your wine glass.

Spencer just stares, watching how domestic it all is. You in his clothes, making dinner.

“Are you tired? Hungry?” You ask, looking over your shoulder at him.

“Hungry, yes. Tired, not yet. Are you staying the night?” He asks, coming behind you, kissing the top of your head as he leans to pick at ingredients and snack on them.

“Oh…do you want me to?” You question, trying to be coy like you don’t already know the answer.

“Of course I want you to.” He responds, making you chew your lip.

“Good, because my bag is already in your bedroom so it would’ve been really awkward if you said no.”

Spencer laughs, squeezing your hip in affection before he goes to clean up and get out of his work clothes. He takes a quick shower, warm water rushing over him, but he doesn’t want to be away from you for too long.

He comes out in sweatpants and a graphic shirt you’ve finally returned back to him.

The two of you sit and eat dinner and you listen to every single word he has to say before you explain your day and everything you didn’t cover in the nightly phone calls he made to you while away. It’s sometime after cleaning up, after the two of you washed dishes while bumping hips, that Spencer notices the trickle of things that have made their way amongst his belongings. Some have come over time, like a collection of cd’s, books, scarves you constantly forget to grab on your way out. Some things are new, like the makeup products in the medicine cabinet, your favorite snacks in the fridge.

“Did you move in while I was gone?” He laughs, coming to sit beside you on his couch.

Your legs immediately are tugged into his lap, his hand rubbing your calves.

“What? No.” You state, taking your hair down. “I just came by to collect your mail and put it on the coffee table …and to water your plants.”

Spencer cocks his head, looking at you in question. “I don’t have any plants, lovely.”

He watches your smile grow. “I got you some plants.” You say with a giggle.

That explains the golden pathos on the television stand and the small fiddle leaf fig by the window.

He thinks it’s charming, endearing. He noses your hair line, drawing you closer to him. “I no longer live alone, it seems.” He hums.

“Does that bother you?” You question, leaning your head into the space between his collar and jaw. The perfect you size space.

Spencer is quiet for a moment, then he shakes his head and speaks something into existence that he probably should have taken more than a second to think over.

“No, it doesn’t. Actually, I think I want you to move in. Permanently.”

Why should he have to think about it? It’s you, he wants you around 24/7. You could be his home, you could greet him like this always, your perfume could linger around like a friendly ghost.

“Is that a joke? I know you have an odd sense of humor.” You say, pulling back to look at him.

Spencer smiles gently, fingers tucking hair behind your ear. “No joke. I want you to be here with me all the time, I’m selfish like that.”

“You aren’t selfish.” You scoff playfully, but your expression quickly turns into one of concern. “But-but are you sure? I’m probably not a good roommate, I can be messy and I sleep weird hours. And I leave wet towels on the floor a lot, and sometimes forget to put the toothpaste away.”

Spencer shakes his head. “That’s fine, I’ll pick up the towels and put the toothpaste away.”

You continue to fuss. “But what about all of my things? I have a lot of stuff, you’d have to move things around and you’d get sick of all my shoes in your closet.”

“I don’t have much in my closet as it is, I’m fine with sharing. I’ll get another bookcase for your books.”

“But-”

He cradles your face in his hands. “But I love you and I’d be happy to trip over your heels forever. Now, do you want to move in or not? You can say no.”

You don’t want to say no.

“Your apartment is bigger than mine…and your shower has better water pressure.” You slowly say, cheeks still squished slightly between his palms.

Spencer begins to break out in a grin, but he lets you finish.

“And I could get to work faster…and I like the thought of never having to go back to my apartment for clean clothes.” Then you pause and look back up to his eye. “It would be nice to share something with you besides my entire heart and body and soul.”

How dare you say something so loving and honest, and just sit there like you were always meant to say these sort of words to him. Spencer is going to be love sick his entire life, he has no back bone, he is not a man but your man and this is all he has ever wanted. He starts to nod with starry eyes, slowly bringing his face closer to yours. “So?” He presses.

“So yes, I want to move in!” You say in a gleeful tone, throwing your arms around his neck as you rush a kiss to him.

You can’t help the cheerful laugh that leaves you, it makes it hard to kiss when Spencer is doing the same thing, completely at your will as you nudge him to shift and lay down on the cushions, you falling on top of him.

This is usually how it goes.

Someone makes a small move and then both of you get carried away. Neither of you ever seem to mind. You could spend an hour kissing and doing nothing else, but you haven’t felt the heat of him in ten days and nights, so you’re hungry for the breath in his lungs and the electricity in his fingers.

Spencer’s hands start to wander as you sit on his hips, kissing him slow and deep. They smooth up your thighs, over your underwear and up your back. Your mind is always as good as blank whenever those hands are on you.

“I’m never leaving again.” He declares, trying to work on the buttons of his shirt that you wear.

You sit up to help him. “That’s not possible.”

“I’ll find a way to make it happen, I only ever want to be here.”

You push the fabric off, leaving you in your lacy bra that he thinks is almost too pretty to take off.

Almost.

“Right here? On your couch?” You question sarcastically, fingers in his hair as he sits up to taste the skin of your neck.

“Yes, on my couch, about to show you how much I missed you.” He clarifies.

It’s blissful and exciting, how he ends up between your thighs, giving you relentless pleasure with no indication that he’s ready for you to return the favor. He’d stay like this all night if you wanted, tongue on nerves, fingers drawing out pretty noises from your blushed lips. It’s because it’s as good as breathing, having you reacting the way you do, tasting you in the most intimate way.

“Spence, baby.” You whine, legs threatening to shut.

He’s working you up, pushing you closer to the edge, looking up at you with those big brown eyes of his. Your hand tightens in his hair, holding him close as you plead for your finish. There’s no need to beg, Spencer would give this to you all day long.

When you do get to that point, it’s throwing you into another existence momentarily. A rather desperate moan frees from your throat, your head digging into the arm of the couch. It makes you feel warm and shaky. You have to blink harshly for your vision to clear.

“I- mmm.” You hum as he comes up to kiss you, it’s sinful the way you taste yourself on his tongue. “I think you’re the most perfect person in the history of persons.”

Spencer chuckles. “I’d correct your grammar but I don’t think your minds working at full speed right now.”

It’s true, everything is slow and fuzzy, yet you still find the urge to ask for more.

“We don’t have to.” He says, wanting to make sure you don’t feel obligated.

You never do, your drive just happens to be something he marvels at. In all actuality, he’s learned that he can match your pace, so it’s always fine. The two of you could spend nights on end falling into each other, either softly or with a hunger.

Tonight is probably one of those nights.

That’s how it seems when he has you in the bedroom after taking you on the sofa.

It’s your shared apartment now, he could probably have you on every available surface. But he has you in his sheets, teeth dragging across his skin, bare and the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Sex is never just sex with Spencer, even when it feels like it. Like when he comes straight to your apartment after a bad day and you offer yourself as a cure. It’s never just using each other, it’s all feeling and praise and making sure the other is reassured and happy. It’s nerves on fire and constantly stroking those deep, hidden parts of heavy pleasure inside each other that have never been brought to life. There’s borders pushed, you just let it happen because there is no way you’d ever want to say no and deny yourself the feeling of what he does to you. He has you arching with an empty head thrown back against the pillow as your tongue goes lame and you can no longer properly tell him how amazing it feels. Spencer has an idea, given the way you shudder and make the most criminal and attractive sounds he’s going to be replaying in his mind forever.

You learn a lot about care in the moments following bliss. Spencer could be compared to an animal of prey, the way he comforts without question, wipes tears from your face and does anything you ask of him.

“Hey.” He calls softly, leaning up on his side, watching you with your messy hair sprawled on the pillow. “You still with me, angel?”

You hum, head feeling heavy as you turn it to face him. You’re there…most of you is.

You suck on your bottom lip like you always tend to do, not needing words as you nod.

His hand reaches for your cheek, thumb brushing the flushed skin. “Overwhelmed?” He asks in an intimate tone, one he only uses with you.

You curl yourself closer to him. “A lot of feelings…I feel a lot.” You jumble, brows furrowed as you try to get power back to your limbs.

He hums, understanding, adjusting to hold you. “It’s the endorphins.” He speaks. “You have a high release of them during sex, then it all comes crashing down post orgasm. Your body’s trying to regulate your dopamine, because you got a thousand milligram shot of it basically, and now the high is coming to an end.”

You love it when he proves just how smart he is. It’s also insanely hilarious if you think about it, because he was just leaving bruises on your thighs as he pushed deep inside of you over and over, and now he’s explaining the science behind everything he made happen for you. To say the least, you were insanely in love with how much of a nerd he is.

“I feel good though. Not sad or anything…just sensitive.” You breathe out, somehow your voice trembles and squeaks, nudging closer to his skin like you need it pressed to yours or you won’t live.

“What do you need?” He asks in concern, tightening his arms around you like a weighted blanket.

You could cry. You won’t, but you could at the way he’s so caring and gentle. In what life do you do good enough in order to deserve him?

This one.

Shifting to see him face to face, your hand rests on his jaw, your thumb brushing the stubble there, and then traces to his upper lip. You like when he doesn’t shave, it makes him look more mature.

“I just need you.” You tell him, continuing your slow rubbing motions. It’s all you can say because you’re not sure he’ll understand that you have the urge to be wrapped in his skin and bones entirely, like you could just absorb into him and be your happiest.

Spencer knew in all of those years of awkward strike outs and getting ignored, that when the day came when he’d have a you to tell him sweet things and caress gently, he’d have to recognize the feeling. He’d have to be aware that this was a gift and to not be blind to the fact in front of him. The fact being that he has someone to love who loves him back just the same, and now he has to use that fact in every choice moving forward.

‘Honeymoon’ months have come and gone and though the two of you did argue once in a blue moon, things were great and were going to stay great.

He thinks a lot about this as he stares at his book page, leaned back in a chair next to the sill of the tub you reside in. Warm water relaxes you, scented bath soap makes your skin smell fresh.

You’re watching your painted toes pop up from the water, perfectly content with his hand twisting a strand of your hair around his fingers.

“I like my bedsheets…they’re soft and broke in.” You say promptly.

“I’ll take my sheets off the bed, you can put yours on.” He tells you.

You turn the hot water dial on and off with your foot quickly. “You’ll let me put my stockings in your sock and underwear drawer?”

“Of course.”

“You won’t laugh at me when I come to bed in nightgowns because I spent way too much money at a 1960’s lingerie store?”

“Did you really do that?” He asks, looking down at you, taking better notice of your hair as he does.

You must have given yourself a trim again, your bang part isn’t straight. You’re always changing your hair on the whim and it’s never perfect, but it always looks great on you.

“I was really bored while you were gone.” You exclaim. “The girls and I went shopping and I somehow ended up with lace teddy’s in four different colors.”

“Which colors?”

“Yellow, pink, blue and purple.”

“I like purple.” He nods.

You smile, then turn over to gaze up at him, arms resting on the edge of the tub. “I love you.”

He looks away from the inked words on the page and to you, resting your cocked head on your folded arms. “I love you too.” He says, leaning down and kissing your temple.

Then he drops the bomb.

“Oh, we’re going over to Rossi’s and you have to meet the team.”

“Now!?” You panic.

“No, no, angel.” He laughs.

- - - -

“My hair.” You fuss.

“You’re beautiful.” Spencer reminds, leading you to the escalator after you get off the metro.

You’ve made every excuse in the book not to go tonight, you’ve worried yourself sick about absolutely nothing.

“Is Rossi really rich?” You ask, wrapping your arm around him as he crowds your space on the moving stairs, hand on your waist, not minding one bit at how you shrink into him as he faces forward.

“Extremely rich, actually. Sometimes I think I should write a book or two and live his lifestyle.” He tries to joke, but you merely groan.

“I should’ve worn different boots, nicer ones.” You sat into his sweater vest.

“Why didn’t you?” He asks.

“These are my nicest boots!” You protest, and Spencer just laughs because he knew that’s exactly what you’d say.

He likes that fact, that he knows you well enough to predict the words from your perfect mouth.

His hand rubs your hip, feeling the thick material of your coat. “Your shoes aren’t going to make them love you, honey, they’re going to love you because you’re you.”

A frown pouts at your red stained lips despite the way you swoon over his sweet words. Spencer is always good at stringing together terms of endearment to make you feel warm and fuzzy.

“Yes, I’m me, and people tend to not like me for obvious reasons.”

He doesn’t like those words coming from your mouth.

“I like you.” He chimes.

“Yes but you’re weird.”

“That’s no way to speak to your boyfriend who just put together a brand new bookcase for your things.”

You smile now, still clinging to him as the two of you head up to the night street. You’ll get a cab and you’ll be unsteady all the way to Rossi’s mansion of a home.

“I’m scared.” You squeeze his hand, staring at the iron door knocker.

Spencer squeezes back. “They pick on me, but they won’t pick on you. Besides, if you want to impress Rossi, just say a few things in Italian and tell him about your year abroad.”

“Vuoi fare sesso con me?”

His brows draw. “What’s that mean?”

You bite your smile. “Something I really can’t say to your boss.”

He rolls his eyes and knocks on the door.

This is the end. They’ll hate you, you’re sure of it and then Spencer will break up with you because his team will tell him he should ditch you and-

“Reid! You’re finally here!” An older man opens the door, dark hair slicked back, maintained facial hair, gold chain. He quickly ushers the two of you inside.

When his attention is turned to you, he is warm and inviting, introducing himself as David, calling you Italian terms of endearment, leading you to his living room after taking your coat.

The team- more like a family- is all talking amongst themselves with drinks in hand and laughing.

You’re thrown into the mix and come to realize you made it all up in your head.

The wine helps.

While the others are still trying to wrap their heads around the fact that Spencer Reid who doesn’t shake hands is showing signs of PDA, the girls who have been plotting for some time are pulling you away from him.

Spencer watches your eyes widen and he opens his mouth to suggest that maybe it’s not the best idea but Morgan sits him back down.

That’s how you end up in the guest bathroom with a bottle of wine and three women who ask you question and question. And as the four of you get tipsier and tipsier, all nerve is lost.

“We moved in together.” You say after handing the bottle to Penelope.

The three exclaim in surprise.

“He never tells us anything.” JJ frowns, possibly the most lightweight of them all.

Emily, who you learn gets more buzzed off of energy than anything, snickers a bit. “Sorry, I just got the image in my head of Reid sleeping in a twin size bed next to yours.”

The rest of you join her laughter.

“We share a bed.” You state, wondering why you thought these women were going to be monsters.

“Aw does he wear his pajamas and night cap too?” Penelope giggles. “Oh! Oh! Does he snore?”

She proceeds to imitate a very fake yet cute way of snoring.

“No, no. You guys have no idea what you’re talking about. He-he’s very normal, no striped pajamas, no oil lamp-”

“Ha! Oil lamp, that’s a good one.” JJ snorts.

“-just normal night routines, normal sex life, normal-ish sleep schedule.”

The three pause and you don’t even realize what you’ve given them.

“Normal sex life?” Emily questions, leaving you to drink from the bottle in confusion.

“Huh?”

“You said normal sex life.” Penelope presses.

“Oh…yeah.” Your cheeks go red.

The three cringe.

“Oh, ew.”

“Yeah, there’s no way Reid has a sex life and I don’t.”

“I’m never gonna get this image out of my head.”

Meanwhile, in the living room, Spencer is getting a similar interview.

“You love her?” Rossi asks with a proud smile.

“I do.” Spencer nods.

“She’s going to be moving in next.” Hotch jokes, fully being satire.

“No, she’s already done that. I’m going to marry her next.”

The men freeze and their eyes widen.

Their Spencer Reid, the young genius with a funny haircut who was just 24, is sitting here now talking about marriage.

“You’re too young for that, kid.” Rossi states, the others seeming to agree.

Only Spencer has thought of this for countless nights. Sure, he isn’t going to marry you tomorrow but he is going to marry you.

“I’m thirty, that’s a very average time for a man to marry. Besides, why would I push it off? I’m not waiting to be sure if she’s the one, I already know that.” He says like it’s so simple.

There’s no reasoning with him because he already has his reasons. The men realize this and accept it, because who were they to try and damper his mood? Everybody loves somebody, and Spencer finally fits that description.

- - - -

Crash

“I broke your plant.” You frown, stumbling over your feet, clinging onto Spencer as he pulls you through the apartment.

“That’s alright, it was more your plant than mine.” He reassures, trying to get you to the bathroom.

He knew he shouldn’t have left you with JJ, Prentiss and Garcia for that long. Now all three of you were wine drunk. He’s just grateful he only has to take care of you. Emily passed out on Rossi’s couch, Morgan was trying to wrangle Penelope when the two of you left.

“Your friends are nice.” You slur, hair in your face as he flicks on the bathroom light and sits you on the closed toilet seat.

“Yeah, real nice.” He huffs, pulling your hair up into a bun before going to grab your toothbrush.

“You’re mad?” You frown, mouth opening as he starts to brush your teeth for you.

Spencer looks down at you, one hand holding your chin while the other works the brush back and forth. “No, angel, never at you.” He reassures.

Once that task was tackled and he helps remove your makeup, he supports you all the way to the bedroom where he sits you in the bed and crouches to unzip your boots and pull them off.

Your eyes squeeze shut in hopes to get rid of the blur, and you yelp as he tugs your stockings down too roughly on accident. As your head hits the mattress, you erupt in a fit of giggles. Spencer can only apologize with a smile and kiss your knee.

“You’re taking my clothes off.” You state the obvious.

“Yes, I am.” He says, sitting you up after he pulls off your skirt to pull your sweater over your head.

“Careful now, I’m a married woman.” You joke, pulling at his sweater vest.

“Oh, are you?” He questions, pushing your hands away. The action draws a childish whine to escape you.

“No, sadly I’m not. I’m a spinster.” You sigh.

“That’s not what that means, lovely.” Spencer laughs.

“Doesn’t matter! Take off your clothes.” You whine and pull at the sweater again.

“Hey, I’m trying to get you ready for bed.” He dodges your advances once more, though it’s hard when you’re begging for a kiss.

Spencer kisses your nose and then goes to the dresser to retrieve a t shirt to slide on you when you’re just down to your underwear.

“I want a real kiss.” You frown, refusing to get in bed until you get it.

Spencer leans to softly peck your lips, once, twice, three times.

“Get in bed, I’ll get you some water.” He says, pulling back and motioning to the pillows.

With an audible humph, you do your best to crawl to your spot and slide into the sheets that came from your old apartment.

Spencer returns quickly with a glass of water, sets it on your bedside table and proceeds to get changed himself, well aware of your gaze.

“Spencer?” You question.

“Yeah?”

“You should make me your wife, I’d be a good one.”

He looks over at you, mostly covered in darkness accept for the light coming in from the window. You look so peaceful, watching him with love, saying the most perfect things.

“I know you would, pretty girl.” He smiles.

You’re satisfied with that answer.

Patting the empty space, you beckon him to your side, wanting to be tangled together. Spencer comes to his side of the mattress, the side closest to the door, and slips under the covers and helps you adjust into him.

Mostly incoherent, you speak. “We could get married, I could change my last name to Reid and we’d be the smartest couple around, you and me.”

Spencer hums, lying on his back as you nuzzle into his chest. “That sounds pretty nice.”

“I won’t ever ask for a divorce either, I wouldn’t even spend all your money.”

“Is that what you think wives do?”

You shrug. “That’s what my dad says about my mom.”

Kissing your head, he beckons you to go to sleep and you could continue this conversation another time.

“…Take your clothes off.” You say, shut eyes and mischievous smile.

“No, go to sleep.”

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haven't seen the movie yet, but what always got me in the musical version of No One Mourns (by OG Broadway cast to be exact - it's the one I heard the most songs in) is how Glinda's voice goes very high and she seems to sing "no one mourns!" and then "no one!" and it's clear she's having some really intense not so festive emotions unlike the choire, and then you learn the whole story, listen to it again and go "ah; she's mourning and can't show or tell anyone about it and has to play her part"

a theater youtuber I watch sometimes pointed out in his Wicked review that once you've seen Wicked once, its always good to really watch Glinda in No One Mourns the Wicked because whoever is playing her has to make some choices in how they portray her in this moment. Like how good of an actor they think Glinda is, how much she would slip up and show her true feelings versus also not making it too obvious for people who are seeing it for the first time. Its always soooo interesting to see how Glinda is done in this moment, and I specifically looked out for how Ariana did it when I went rewatch the movie and its sooo good imo. Honestly I pretty much immediately stopped thinking of her as Ariana Grande and started just thinking of her as Glinda because of how well she pulled off No One Mourns the Wicked and when she specifically slipped up and let her emotions show

and if we're talking about Glinda's voice, one of the only times we hear her hit those really high notes again (and actually in the obc recording, the highest notes she hits at all) is in Thank Goodness, where the fact that she's lying to the people of Oz and putting on a front is obvious even first time around and kind of the point of the song. Its also the song where she is bluntly saying "this is bad. this isn't what I wanted. I've crossed so many lines without even realizing it and I'm putting on this fake happy face and lying because this is what I've been made into"

and contrast that with, say, For Good, where Glinda is singing the low parts of the song. When we see her at her worst and lying and putting on a fake persona, she's hitting the whistle tones and being very showy, but at her truest and most honest moment where she's getting this one final moment with Elphaba, the only person alive who knows her and loves her and wants her to be Galinda from Shiz and not Glinda the Good, she's singing the low parts of the song.

probably means something

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opiopal · 3 days ago

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I remember a good while ago I saw someone write about like, the concept of a single day in the devildom is the equivalent of two days in the human realm, not as in time is faster but like there’s 48 hours in a day for them, so Mc needs to take naps throughout the day to stay sane,

(I don’t remember who wrote it nor can I find the post at the moment, but if I find it I’ll link it! Also if anyone reading this does infact know who I’m talking about please PLEASE also feel free to drop their user or the post itself because I remember really enjoying it and wanna credit the op! I genuinely do not wanna take credit for this idea simply just talk about some thoughts it provoked! Especially since if I remember it was a request they answered!)

but it also had me thinking about like, how would that translate to school hours at RAD?? Like, would they have two hours classes organized like regular classes? So like at least a 13-14 hour school day?(which for my fellow theater kids, a normal day during production week/tech week lol) or maybe RAD could have REALLY long free periods between classes, cause there is no way a bunch of demons will be able to sit still for that long without any breaks in between classes, so maybe like a 30 to an hour break between classes? Really I’m thinking about this cause there’s no way they could have a 48 hour day and only have a regular 7-8 hour school schedule. or maybe they have something like, you can chose “night” classes or “day” classes, since RAD does seem pretty flexible with their classes and stuff since levi goes online. So you can just fill out a form and pick what hours you want for one particular class, and with the classes that are deemed essential you’d prolly only get to pick certain hours.

also imagine business hours with restaurants and stores, cause imagine sitting with the brothers and being like “oh why don’t we just head over to the store to get [insert item]” so one of them is like “I think the store is closed right now though,” and mc just sits up a little and is like “that place actually closes?” And all the boys stare in confusion for a second, then mc is like “oh I’m SORRRY I forgot that working for 20 hours straight daily is NORMAL for you people! My bad for needing to sleep when it’s still technically rush hour at Hell’s Kitchen!” And they all awkwardly glance away,

anyways, it’s a fun thing to imagine tho, cause I do love the devildom having actual large differences to the human realm that would make it extra hard for mc because that simply just makes sense to me, again NOT my idea in the slightest and I wish I knew where tf the original post is,

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strcwberi · 1 day ago

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VIVA LA VIDA, mark lee smau ᵎ

four: can i say "this was a bad idea" yet?

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True to her words, by nine forty-five Minjeong is dragging your group straight through the doors of the campus' biggest theater. To your surprise it's already almost full but almost half the people in attendance are not even from Kwangya.

"Looks like a lot of people turned up to enjoy the show," Yangyang whispers—it's a big stretch of the word since he lacks a single inconspicuous bone in his body—from beside you as the six of you scattered into two rows wherever seats were empty.

"Yeah, well I know both Mark and Donghyuck are fully capable of giving them a show to talk about," Minjeong huffs to your right before her eyes narrow at the bag of popcorn with Xiaojun and extends her hand. "Where did you get that?"

Xiaojun shrugs from the seat directly in front of you, "What? I get the munchies. I can't give too much away."

"Sharing is caring," Yangyang sing-songs from his other side, mirroring Minjeong's stance.

"I'm surrounded by pigs," Xiaojun mutters, conceding the packet to them which eventually lands on your lap for them to share.

"Woah, look at that," Giselle points towards the front where a group of five rather easy on the eyes looking duded sat chitchatting. "That's TXT. They were the first runner-ups in last year's Festa, second only by a few points to Seventeen." She turned her head towards another bunch, five guys and three girls. "And that's the collab group formed after ATEEZ and WJSN dissolved last year. They've had a ton of successful gigs this year with huge turnouts."

Jeno shifts in his seat, still marveling at the amount of people packed into the hall. "So, most of them showed up to see what this new band will be made of. That level of competitiveness is cold."

"More like came here to clown the band if they fail," Giselle points out.

"Too bad that's not going to happen," Minjeong states proudly with a chuckle.

"You're really sure about those guys, huh?" Yangyang snorts, throwing popcorn into the air only for them to land nowhere near his mouth.

"They're just that good," Minjeong boasts, snatching the bag away from him.

Yangyang smirks, shaking his head. "Well, as much as I would like to see Haechan make a fool of himself onstage, watching those Hybies and community college punks' faces when we take first place would be golden." Minjeong high-fives him on that.

Sometimes it baffles you how big of a deal social hierarchies are to a good majority of people. To you it's always been less of a necessity. Good grades, decent company, a shimmering resumé — that's what actually matters. To your mother if not a single other soul in this world.

"Let's hear them play first," you murmur, putting a handful of popcorn in your mouth.

Minjeong's focus snaps towards you immediately, making you want to sink further into the rugged velvet seats at her feline smirk, "You of all people should show a bit more confidence. You've been to almost every music show our club has hosted!"

"I was in-charge of stage prep," you counter sheepishly.

"Not to mention you always seem to focus a lot more when a certain someone is playing," Giselle turns on her seat, wriggling her eyebrows.

Feeling the heat creep up your neck, you look to make sure none of the guys heard or cared too much about that statement, sighing in relief when you find all three of them staring ahead where Ning Yizhuo, the resident sports commentator, appeared on stage.

"Hello, everyone!" Yizhuo waits till the murmur dies down and the crowd greets her back albeit with less than half her enthusiasm. "As you already know, a few of our students have taken the initiative to start a band with the intent of signing up for Festa 2025 which is held on Valentine's Day! Cliché, I know," she mused garnering bouts of chuckles. "Without further ado, here is our lead guitarist, bassist and main vocalist!"

Backstage, Mark is officially losing it.

One peek from behind the curtains of wings of the big stage, he has a clear view of the packed theater. His foot taps rhythmically on the floor, matching his racing heartbeat. Who was he kidding? Starting a band? Like it was that easy. He can already picture himself kneeling before his predecessors—the legendary alumni of KGU—while they look at him with their most daunting disappointed faces.

He almost jumps out of his skin when a hand was placed on his shoulder, glaring at Haechan who snickers. "Dude, I can't afford a heart attack this early!"

"Then stop making your blood pressure skyrocket! Look, almost a hundred people signed up for the audition. This is a good thing," Haechan marvels at the sheet of paper Karina had handed him.

"Which means I have to play in front of a hundred people plus the thousand seats of audience out there!" Mark almost wails, the urge to hit his head on the wall rising steadily.

"This is not you first rodeo. You'll be fine," Haechan smacks his shoulders, grabbing him and shaking him by it. "But everyone will know you're a wuss if you keep looking like you're constipated."

Someone clears their throat from their side making the two stare at who would hopefully be their new bassist. Jisung is a tall guy and looks like he is about to throw up at the notion of any public interaction. Yet from the videos Ningning had showed them, he is a whole different being on stage. There he holds a charisma that was, for a lack of better words, totally absent from his normal self.

"You have performance anxiety?" Jisung asks, wide-eyed and looking a bit too much like a peeved hamster by each passing second.

Mark's immediate response would've been to scowl and deny, deny, deny. He is a music major for God's sake! Making music and playing it is his forte. It should be his forte. But he figured if they were going to be in a team together, they had to know each other's quirks preferably sooner than later.

"I don't know," he deflates with a sigh, shrugging Haechan's hands off himself. "Looking at people's faces just freaks me out."

"Oh, same," Jisung responds quickly as Mark and Haechan exchange looks. "I mean not onstage but that's because I can't even see everyone since it's too dark."

Mark smiles at the junior, patting his shoulder. "You handle yourself well while playing."

The tips of his ears turn red and Jisung ducks his head, mumbling with a flattered smile, "Thanks. But, I didn't think you of all people would be nervous about a performance."

Mark raises a brow while Haechan is grinning, "I know right! Usually not even walking out of the locker rooms in his boxers can phase this guy!"

"Donghyuck, shut the fuck up, please", Mark sighs, already feeling an oncoming migraine while he tries to push the mortification of middle school Mark out of his psyche.

Haechan laughs, "Sure, since you asked nicely."

"Guys, you're up now," Ningning walks up to them, mic in hand. "Anton has the sound set-up prepared. Just plug in your guitars and you're good to go. I'm going to go begin the intro, yeah?"

With his heart thundering inside his chest, Mark only nods, hoisting his electric guitar by the neck. As Ningning steps onto the stage, Mark looks at Haechan and Jisung, sticking his hand in the middle for a hurdle. "We've got this, guys. At the end of today we'll have a complete team."

"Yeah, no pressure at all," Haechan plays along, if only a bit sarcastically.

"That'll be nice," Jisung smiles tentatively before they broke apart with a cheer.

Just as he's about to go out of the wings, Ningning passes by him, whispering, "Hey, don't look, but a certain someone is sitting in the tenth row, left set."

Mark short-circuits.

You don't exactly know what you expected when the trio stepped out of the darkness of the backroom. Perhaps the amount of times you've seen him take the stage lights and make them his own spotlight should've saved you from the unfiltered awe painted across your features but it took Minjeong to nudge your side for embarrassment to kick in.

"Uh, hey guys," Mark starts with a stiff half-wave towards the crowd. "Like Ningning already said, we're looking for the last two spots in our group—the drummer and keyboardist. We don't really have a clear criteria for who we're going to accept but you have to be comfortable with a crowd. Um.. good luck."

Haechan takes over from there while Mark and the bassist ("Park Jisung", Jeno supplies his name, having recognized the guy as his underclassman in the architecture course) work on getting their instruments set up. "We're gonna start off with a small performance of our own. Those auditioning, feel free to play a song of your choice."

He then scans the unknown faces in the audience, mischief glinting in his eyes like a sharpened knife, "And those who came here just for the show, mare sure to purchase the $5 ticket at the gate before you leave."

That elicits a reaction from about a third of the crowd—the ones not belonging to KGU.

Haechan simply cackles, "Nothing is free in life, fuckers."

"Serves them right," Minjeong clicks her tongue, smiling ear to ear.

Even Yangyang looks a bit impressed, though he'd die before every admitting it. "He knows how to play the game."

"Haechan," Mark calls with exasperation evident in his tone but he's biting back a smile. The sight of him under the golden glow of the theater, guitar in hand as he plucks at the strings experimentally has you feeling an odd sense of contentment. Like watching him thrive in his element is somehow rewarding to you.

You go to swipe the grease from the popcorn off your lips, only to find a grin fixated there. Dumbass, that's lowkey creepy, you chide yourself but still the euphoria remains.

The mindless chatter dies down inside the dimly lit hall just as the first notes of Youngblood by 5SOS filter through the speakers in tandem with the rhythm that Mark and Jisung's guitars picked up. They are hesitant at first, tentative fingers picking at the strings alongside Haechan's voice traversing smoothly through the lines.

But just as the pre-chorus comes on, Haechan plucks the microphone away from the stand, going around towards the other two and matching their stances playfully while strumming an invisible guitar. Following his lead, the other two started moving around the stage, looking a lot less stiff as they turn the room into their personal show for the better half of almost four minutes.

Mark looks ecstatic, like he truly belongs on that stage. It's fascinating how he loses himself in the notes of whatever song he's playing. Even in his mismatched Oasis t-shirt under a blue fuzzy cardigan, he doesn't look a bit out of place with his maroon electric guitar; a plethora of miscellaneous stickers stuck to the body of it.

It's a fact as universal as the Sun rising every morning or the ocean being blue: Mark Lee looks ethereal under the burning stage lights.

The atmosphere in the audience goes from lighthearted skepticism to quiet wonder as the three reach the last verse, giving it their all as the song crescendos and the instrumental fades out into a numbing quiet.

And then the chaos begins.

Five hours, one intermission and about five dozen failed auditions later, Donghyuck finally stands up, silencing the chortles and whistling ringing throughout the theater with a single glare. "Alright, listen up. I know I've tolerated the bullshit for long enough so either put a lid on it or I shove the lid where the Sun don't shine."

Someone dares to boo at him, others merely laughing it off.

Mark carries on, "The performances up till now have been—"

"Horrible!" Yangyang shouts loudly from beside you making you wince. Mark looks simultaneously grateful that he wasn't the one dissing the masses of mediocre candidates and equal parts distressed off at having to sit through them.

"Thanks for the two cents, half-wit," Donghyuck drawls out earning himself the finger.

Minjeong hasn't stopped squirming in her seat beside you since the last guy who tried to play All of Me on the keyboard and failed on the opening measures. She looked like she was one second away from walking on stage and tearing the dude a new one if he hadn't been dismissed by Haechan immediately after his performance.

"These are noobs!" Minjeong whines, hitting her head on the headrest of her seat. "They couldn't have started playing more than a week ago!"

As if her voice is somehow audible three rows down, Mark stands up to address the remaining twenty or so people waiting their turn. "Listen, if you guys just started playing less than a month ago, don't even bother." The uproar his words cause make him frown, "Hey, it's better than making a fool of yourself in public!"

"Better listen to the boss. You'll get ripped to shreds in front of a real crowd," a girl from the former WJSN trio pipes up, lurching her group into a fit of laughter.

Minjeong scowls at that, biting into her thumb, "I'll rip her to shreds before that—"

"Woah, there," Jeno chuckles nervously, holding Minjeong back from possibly jumping a stranger.

Giselle looks oddly unbothered, as if she had expected this outcome. Instead she focuses on finishing a now-asleep Xiaojun's snacks. "So much for starting a band, huh?"

You however can only see the frown set deep on Mark's face. He spins a pen around in his right hand absentmindedly, watching the next girl struggle through the first few measures of Clair de Lune. You can't help feel bad for the three of them—Mark, Haechan and Jisung. From what little you saw of them performing together, they do have amazing chemistry.

And the band idea isn't half bad, if only a little sudden. It might not be Festa-winning level but with decent members taking the vacant spots, they could have a good chance of making it to top ten.

Your fingers follow along the notes of the chord on your lap and you wince at the misplaced Perfect Fifth. "D Flat, not Arpeggio," you mumble, almost feeling the embarrassment clear as day on the candidate's form from half a yard away.

"What?" Minjeong unintentionally snaps at you, making you look at her wide-eyed. "What did you say?"

You almost question more than a decade of practicing the instrument at her questioning. "Uh.. the chords. She's playing Clair de Lune, a pretty classic piece on the keyboard."

"Wait, you know how to play?" Yangyang chimes in and you nod hesitantly.

Realization dawns on your best friend's face, "Oh my god, Y/n!"

You shush her frantically, looking around with apologetic eyes at her sheer pitch, "What?"

Minjeong holds you by the shoulders, looks you dead in the eyes and goes, "Y/n, you should audition!"

"What?" You repeat, now more confused than ever.

"Think about it! You've played the keyboard for like forever and you always wanted to join a band since high-school! What other opportunity will you get after graduation?" She rambles on, attracting attention from the rest of your friends.

"She's right you know," Giselle smiles at you from up front. "What better way to put all that expertise to good use. Not sure a full-time nurse can handle the Hannah Montana double life."

Noticing your apprehension, Jeno puts a hand on your shoulder, his eyes turning into familiar crescents. "You should go for it, Y/n. I'd love to see you performing. Minjeong hyped you up a lot, so you better live up to it."

"Wait wait wait!" Yangyang is still reeling from the revelation, "Did you all know Y/n could play the piano?"

"It's a keyboard, Yang," you correct.

"Same thing!" He dismisses.

"Not really," you huff but let it go.

"Plus, it's a good opportunity to get close to a certain someone," Giselle says teasingly. Her words seem to fuel another spark in Minjeong and only make the pit in your stomach grow. You couldn't even stand to be in a same room as him without zoning out or fleeing. Being in a band with him? Yeah, real funny.

"Alright, it's settled then!" She declares, standing up while you desperately try to make her sit back down.

"Minjeong, Winnie, listen—"

But there is no stopping the torrent she becomes when push comes to shove. "Hey, Mark, Donghyuck!"

The two boys turn your way, alongside half the buzzing theater, making you wish for the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

Minjeong pays them no mind, already pulling you up from your seat. "What do you guys say about an impromptu audition? Or do we have to sign up beforehand?"

Donghyuck looks at mark with an indescribable expression ��something akin to smugness and disbelief while Mark has yet to speak. "Honestly, the way this day's been going, you can hop right onstage. "

"Minjeong, wait!" You try to get your best friend to stop but she's undeterred, walking towards the judges' panel to write your name and contacts onto the paper Jisung slides her way. "What will I even play?" Your holler sends a ripple of chuckles through the crowd, your face blazing red.

"Figure it out with Jeno," Minjeong yells back.

"Excuse me?" The amusement all but drains from his face and Jeno sits up straighter.

"Yeah, you're auditioning too, Mr. I have the best playlists because I can play drums."

You look at Jeno, meeting his shock with weariness. "Can I say this was a bad idea yet?"

"Coming here or coming here with Minjeong?" Jeno grumbles as you both walk to the front, mock applause from the audience acting as your BGM.

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talesfromawannabejournalist · 16 hours ago

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Lucifer: Listen M, Vaggie eventually the truth will come out and it will be better if she heard it from you. So please (puts hand on shoulder) don’t be scared my daughter is a very kind, loving person and also very understanding and forgiving. She’ll understand why you did it.

Vaggie felt a little better when he said that, but she felt a little anxiety rush up again when he fixed her with a look.

Lucifer: That being said, I don’t appreciate you talking about my girlfriend as if you actually know her. If you did you’d realize that she only did what she did because she had two young boys plus herself to feed.

Vaggie turned her gaze to her feet. She didn’t know that about her, just that she dominated men and sometimes women for money. Not understanding that Ada was in the same boat as her. Lucifer was right, she had no room to judge.

Lucifer: Just think about what I said, please.

With that Lucifer headed into the theater and sat next to Ada snuggling into her side

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

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@things-arent-what-they-seem66 here's part one, hope you enjoy

and @lilacwriter07 enjoy your early Christmas present

Lilith: I'm leaving you Lucifer

After twenty years of marriage never did Lucifer ever imagine those words ever being uttered from the love of his life's lips. Especially not on the day of their wedding anniversary.

Lucifer: What?

Was all he could say to Lilith who looked both tired and disappointed with him as she sat at the table with her arms crossed. They were supposed to be eating a meal together, drinking some wine, then watching a movie. They were at home at Lilith's insistence from a few days ago. She said she wanted to spend the evening with just him. No one else was to see what she wished to do.

He just thought she wanted to try something new. Not break his fucking heart in private so no one can see him cry.

Lilith: I said I'm leaving you Lucifer, I want a divorce.

Lucifer felt his heart start to pace as his breathing slowly turned erratic.

Lucifer: But, but, but I, I don't...why Lily

Lilith bristled at the nickname for a moment before answering.

Lilith: Because I no longer wish to be in a relationship where I fell out of love with you years ago. I swore that when Charlie moved out, I would finally bring myself to get out of a place that has only brought me misery.

With that she stood up and headed upstairs. Lucifer was still reeling when about five minutes later she was coming back down with two bags full of her stuff. Her stuff. Lucifer's eyes widened at the sight of them. It meant,

Lucifer: Lilith please, I beg of you don't go! Please! Lilith

He ran to her when she got to the doors. She stared him down as he stood in front of her exit; however, Lucifer could only stare up with tears starting to stream out onto his pale cheeks.

Lucifer: Lilith...please my darling I'm sorry for whatever I did wrong.

Lucifer then proceeded to do something he'd never thought he'd do in his lifetime due to the man's humungous pride and ego.

Beg

He fell on his knees, clasped his hands together, and begged for her to change her mind. Never did Lucifer ever felt so pathetic in his entire existence. He thought that it would get Lilith to at least think about doing something other than divorce. However, the thirty-eight-year-old singer had already made up her mind a long time ago.

Lilith: I'm sorry Lucifer, but I don't think you were ever meant to be mine.

With that she stepped aside, threw open the doors of their large, grand home and walked out. Never to step inside her former home again. All while Lucifer kneeled on the ground in total despair. It was only when he heard a car engine turning on did, he turn around and saw Lilith pull out of the driveway with her purple convertible and proceed to drive away did he close the door behind him to let out the anguish sob that had built up in his throat.

(Two months later)

Lucifer felt like his life was slowly falling apart. Ever since Lilith left, she had been sending him papers and been talking through her lawyer to him. Lilith had been one the most shining aspects of his life. In the entirety of their marriage, he devoted to making her happy. Including to working hard to provide for the both of them. So that way she could work on her music career. He bought her anything she wished for; heck he'd buy her the greatest diamond in all the world to make her happy.

In the end he guessed it just wasn't enough. When she sent him the final paperwork to sign off on their divorce completely shut the once proud, strong man down. Lucifer hadn't been out of the house in weeks and had mostly been taking to moping around the house. Or just laying all day in his bed, not sleeping, just staring up the ceiling, wall, or even occasionally the tv in his room that he put on for white noise. He didn't even go to the office.

Which would have been worse if Lucifer wasn't the boss of his toy company. Even if lately, he's been having his brother/partner Mammon and his assistant Moxxine take care of his work for him. Speaking of family, his brothers, sisters, and even daughter had seen how bad his depression had been and wanted to help him. Especially his daughter Charlie, who went to her Uncle Ozzie and begged for her to find a way to make him feel better. Since him and Ozzie have been the closest out of all seven siblings. Oz had an idea, but he didn't know if it would work

Lucifer: A sex dungeon?!

Lucifer sat across from his brother in his living room while in his robe. Oz noticed he also had deep, dark bags underneath his eyes. His hair looked a bit oily, and he appeared to be growing some hair around his muzzle. However, despite his shaggy appearance his body was rigid, his stark blue eyes wide awake as he took in what his brother just suggested.

Ozzie: Hun, please I know this might seem a lot and too soon after...

Lucifer: I don't care about ugh her. Look Oz even if I wasn't hung up over losing my wife, I don't think it would be right to go to fucking prostitutes!

Ozzie: But that's the thing though I really think these girls or boys can help you, Luci!

Lucifer: How!? How in the hell can they help me!?

Ozzie: By helping you get over Lilith. If you're with one those bad guys down, there soon Lilith will be nothing more than a distant memory. Plus, I distinctly remembering you telling me about this one domniatrix porno you kept watching. You kept telling me how you wish you could be Lilith's naughty boy. Well now you can do that! Just you know not with her.

Lucifer: I told you about that. Since when?

Ozzie: Since that time at that barbeque back in July where you got drunk and confessed to me.

Lucifer must've been hard hammered drunk to have told his brother about that. Since usually Lucifer was extremely private when it came to what happened in his bedroom. The blond man opened his mouth to once again reject his brother's offer but then stopped to think about it. It had been so long since he'd been in the warmth of someone's arms in the bed. Even before Lilith left, she had been distant from him for quite some time.

It actually was the reason for Lucifer looking up on those sites in the first place. He knew no love would be with the person he'd be with; he still wanted to forget about his heartbreak. Even if it was for only one night. Taking a breath, he looked straight at his expecting brother and said,

Lucifer: Alright, I'll go.

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nvtstvrns · 2 days ago

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Taking Risks - Chris Sturniolo

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Summary: Chris Matt and Nick take you to the movies and thing get hot and heated between you and Chris

Contains: smut, fingering, pet names, dirty talk, public place

Authors note: I thought of this idea while watching Moana 2 in theaters today (I promise I wasn’t being weird I had to pee really bad and well yk how that feels)

Divider creds: me.

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I was laying in Chris’s bed curled under the blankets while I waited for him to finish in the shower. We were seeing a movie today, which was Nicks idea because we were all just sitting around the house and he wanted to do something. None of us were opposed to the thought so we agreed. I wasn’t sure what movie we were seeing but I was excited because I haven’t been to the movies in forever.

I hear the bathroom door open and Chris walks out wearing his towel around his waist. He was being really quick so I wasn’t able to get a good look at him like I wanted to. I sit up in the bed and watch him get dressed.

Matt comes downstairs and he opens the door.

“Kid, what’s taking ya so long, we’re gonna be late to the movie.” He says watching as Chris pulls his shirt over his head.

“I’m ready, just give me a minute.” He mutters walking over to me and holding his hand out. “Come on, get outta bed.” He grins and I take his hand and he pulls me out of his bed. I quickly pick up my blanket and we meet Nick and Matt in the garage.

The car ride wasn’t long but Chris and Nick would not shut up about who drank the last Pepsi.

“I remember leaving the fuckin’ thing in the fridge to drink this mornin’. It didn’t get up and run away.” Chris says to Nick.

“I didn’t take your Pepsi stupid fuck. You probably drank it in your sleep sounds like something you’d do.” Nick says while using his hands to talk, I had to suppress a giggle.

Chris had that annoyed look on his face and I knew he wasn’t going to let it go.

“Babe, it’s fine we can buy more.” I tell him waiting for him to agree with me. He finally does and grumbles. “I wanted that this morning.” He crosses his arms.

We get to the movies and buy our tickets and popcorn. We had seats way in the back, one of my favorite places to be in the theaters, it was more comfortable to be there than in the front.

Finding our seats, we all sit down in a row, me, Chris, Matt and Nick. I lay my seat all the way back and drape my blanket over my legs.

“D’you really have to bring that blanket w’ya.” Chris whispers into my ear.

I nod my head and smile “there’s no problem with me bringing a blanket to the theater, it gets cold.” I say lifting my hand up to take the popcorn bucket out of his hands.

“Y’know it could be useful.” He says brushing my hair behind my ear. “Hide some things.”

“Chris!” I say louder than I thought I would. Matt looks over at me and I wave awkwardly. He looks away with a chuckle.

It was normal and quiet between us until about halfway his hand starts creeping under the blanket. I look up at him to my surprise he’s paying full attention to the movie. His hand unties my sweatpants. My eyes going wide, but I wasn’t going to make a sound or protest. I spread my legs for him as his fingers crawling deeper into my sweatpants finding my clothed clit.

“Chris…” I whisper quietly.

“Let me make you feel good, pretty.” He says pulling my panties to the side and pushing his fingers inside of me. I whimper softly that knot in my stomach forming, from the sensation and the risks we’re taking. His fingers slowly start to move hitting that spongey spot making me bite my lip.

“R’you gonna be a good girl for me, cum all over my fingers?” He asks his fingers moving faster hitting my walls perfectly. I let out a small moan causing Nick and Matt to look at me skeptically. I shake my head at them and wave them off.

He curled his fingers inside of me and I feel myself clench around him.

“Come on pretty, cum all over my fingers.”

My eyes clench and I look down tucking my lip under my teeth.

“Oh my…god Chris…” I say as I get pushed over the edge and I feel myself cum all over his fingers. I watch his hands move away from my pants and puts his fingers in his mouth. My mouth opens wide and he winks at me.

“You taste so good, pretty. So good.”

Thank you for reading!!! (Why am I such a hot dog bro)

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo smut #nicolas sturniolo #smut #fanfic #fanfiction

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susandsnell · 3 days ago

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i saw wicked today too and loved it! what did you think? (was i the only one who went "oh shit" out loud in the theater when That Cameo happened?)

well i may or may not have just gotten out of my second viewing of it in three days some fourish hours ago, so that should be some indication!

hiya bestie! sorry for the delays on this, things have been thinging and life has been lifing. I'll admit that as early as February I was not looking forward to this movie or its promised follow-up. Splitting it into parts confused me, I was dubious over some of the casting, the visuals, the lighting, and the use of CG, and was being a bit of a hater over the trailers. However, every hater worth their salt should eat crow when they're wrong, and wow was I ever wrong. I couldn't have been more wrong, actually, because I'll go so far as to say (though I have high high hopes for Nosferatu later this month)! that Wicked Part One was my favourite movie of 2024. Extended (gushing) quasi-organized thoughts under the cut, because like Elphaba, no I never stop talking.

Bit of background, I've been lucky enough to see the show live twice, plus countless bootlegs/the cast album being the soundtrack to my life since I was nine. I know the script, the score, and the lyrics back to front. So you can imagine how shocked/pleased I was to find that the movie retained just about everything! I know people are giving mixed reviews about the extended scenes/runtime, but honestly the Oz they gave us (which I'll get to momentarily) was so wonderful and the cast so wholly inhabiting of their roles that I could not get enough of the world and these characters. I also thought they fixed several plotholes/added depth and stakes to a lot of arcs from the musical with their changes, especially with respect to the villains.

Visually, the film is an absolute treat; the colour grading/lighting does have the unfortunate modern fantasy film vibe to it, but the sets, practical props/effects, and costumes more than make up for it. That rotating library portico set? Let me live there! The Wizard's invitation?? The choreography was fantastic and every dancing scene was shot so so beautifully. My only complaint really is the CGI; the animals looked really fakey and goofy, particularly poor Dr. Dillamond, to the point that my entire theater was cracking up when his little goat ears wilted at the blackboard scene during my first viewing. Which is...not really the reaction you want to go for with a scene that's supposed to be depicting a hate crime.

The costumes in particular were a standout; Paul Tazewell's work is so stunning (Morrible's gowns, the revised Popular dress, and Elphaba's little pirate academia number when she gets her Emerald City invite) that I feel comfortable saying with the exception of Glinda's Junon-takeoff bubble dress (because it's just so iconic), they vastly outdo the stage version's costumes. He needs an Oscar for this yesterday and I'm not kidding.

The performances!!! Oh my gosh! Everyone sounding great and there being good mixing?? in a musical movie made after 2007??? Who'd've thought!!! My only complaint musically was, unfortunately, during Defying Gravity. In the stage show there's like 2 pauses in the song for plot to happen (Morrible's call-out and making the broom fly), and through that iirc they keep the instrumental going. Today, at my second viewing, I counted like....6-7 pauses where the song just outright stops, including two instances where they play different sad piano music altogether and give Elphaba this big suit-up superhero moment because book cover nod I guess, and healing her inner child, and it was kind of a pain because part of what makes Defying Gravity such a memorable piece is its momentum and when you stop the song to do something else, the momentum really dies. With that said, all eight parts of Defying Gravity were, in each pocket, performed to perfection.

I had high hopes for Cynthia Erivo vocally, but was dubious about an apparently more earnest, innocent Act 1 Elphaba as opposed to the stage version which I'm more used to, where she's a lot more of a Daria type. However, I was so pleased to find that she deepened the aching tragedy of the character with this take, especially opposite a more sinister and insidious Wizard + Morrible, and her takes on these songs, her vocal choices, her runs...heavenly. Ariana Grande pleasantly surprised me as being much cuter and funnier than I expected, and her surprise option ups during Popular were an absolute treat. Jonathan Bailey was as charming and talented as any Fiyero worth his salt (also loved how casually they made him bisexual?), Jeff Goldblum as the Wizard killed me (especially since they played him as simultaneously more of a huckster conman and an Evil Walt Disney, and it worked), but the show-stealer was Michelle Yeoh as Morrible for my money.

From the moment Morrible swoops in to smoothly cover for Elphaba's power explosion, knowing what it would mean to her to be spared social ruin, I was on the edge of my seat with such a different take on what's usually just kind of a comic relief diva character. Michelle Yeoh's effortless grace and elegance command screen presence. But the slow creep of her goading Elphaba into intensifying her powers while playing the sympathetic ear/mother figure/mentor only to make the betrayal hit that much harder (I genuinely choked up during the cut to Elphie's face when she hears her saying that her skin is a manifestation of her twisted nature), to say nothing of dangling her approval over Glinda until becoming the shoulder for her to cry on at the end of Defying Gravity...my god. chills. Forget Gelphie, shoutout to all the teenage sapphics with something deeply, deeply wrong with them who are going to have an awakening over this chillingly manipulative milfy sorceress who presents herself as a twisted maternal figure and intellectual colleague.

On the note of Gelphie -- oh my god??? A homoerotic swordfight during What Is This Feeling - are you KIDDING???? They amped it up from the stage show if anything; the Ozdust sequence brought me to tears, and then ended with them joining hands and running off together and leaving Fiyero behind like???? The amount of times they fell over each other? Glinda's thousand-yard stare during No One Mourns The Wicked, Elphaba's longing/fond glances....the love note, are you kidding me. They were baby's first yuri for me so seeing them on the big screen played with such natural chemistry by Cynthia and Ariana warmed my heart and got me super emotional. Sidenote, okay, not to be the boss baby guy about Carrie, but with the changes/additions, Elphaba is kind of Carrie White now and I'm here for it? From the visions to the explosions to baby Elphie already having her powers in the flashbacks...and then you get to the Ozdust scene, and the extended cruelty towards her plays very much as Elphaba's They're All Gonna Laugh At You Moment...only for Glinda to swoop in and dance with her as the Sue Snell, so yeah, we now have fantasy CarrieSue in Oz. We won so hard.

Last bit, to address your point about the cameos -- I really was worried that I'd be cringing at all the lore tie-ins with the '39 Wizard of Oz or the Broadway cameos or any of the other fanservice, but it all tied in and flowed so smoothly at most I was rolling my eyes affectionately rather than in exasperation (the Ding Dong The Witch Is Dead tie-in to No One Mourns The Wicked was shockingly seamless). Stephen Schwartz being the one to invite them to see the wizard got me properly emotional!! Idina and Kristin were hilarious and 10/10 diva legends as always, and the extended Wiz-O-Mania propaganda play/Grimmerie Lore Dump is both a visual and auditory treat. The original Glinda showing up to tell Ari to shut the fuck up during her song got maybe the biggest laugh of the movie out of me, but then they had Idina doing her end of defying gravity 'aaaaaaah ah ahhhh' Elphaba War cry riff as a heehe gag just like...20ish minutes before Cynthia!Elphaba is going to do it for real. Which had me in stitches because it plays then as either subversion of the wizard's propaganda in finding her voice, or Elphaba's a theatre kid and said yeah that was a sick riff I heard 2 hours ago, I'm going to incorporate it into my political loudmouthing after nearly being assassinated 20 times. Fuck you, Oz man, I'm stealing your propaganda riff!

What an ending. What a movie. Can't wait for part 2.

Thanks for asking! <3 hope you're well.

#wicked #wicked 2024 #wicked part 1 #gelphie #my thoughts

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