#''vegas is such a nice guy he really wanted me to be sure in case it was him. hes so secure abt his sexuality''

[crystallinemoonlight]

sometimes i'll think about how, at the start of episode four, pete offers to help porsche guess who he might have kissed at the pier the night before, and i imagine a crackfic where porsche goes on a quest to find out who it was by kissing his colleagues one by one - starting with pete of course that man was ready to sacrifice himself for the cause when porsche had questions about casual hookups later in the episode, offering himself up without hesitation

he visits them one by one; pol is confused... but intrigued, it's like one of tankhun's series! arm already knows it wasn't him but insists they check it anyway... just to be sure, right? you never know. ken says he'll break his face if he tries anything (very suspicious, porsche makes sure to highlight his name). big doesn't know whether to be angry or confused, he wasn't even there??? no he and ken didn't sneak in halfway through because of a secret crush, this isn't one of tankhun's series! tankhun asks what they're doing and if he can join but porsche isn't about to open that can of worms.

maybe at some point kinn catches on and realizes porsche doesn't remember but is rating the others based on if they kiss better or worse than the ~mystery person~, which is giving him an ego boost up until porsche declares that one of his friends is actually a better kisser and therefore can't possibly have been involved (said friend is very confused about why khun kinn is giving him death glares for the rest of the week)

you can even throw in some chan or vegas or anyone else if you want to, just go crazy with it, i think that'd be really funny especially if porsche just casually blasts vegas after they make out for a solid minute saying "no you're good but the other guy was just less desperate you feel me, sorry bro".

[reiderwriter]

You'd Be Like Heaven To Touch♣️

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Female Reader

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: After a whirlwind weekend, you're finally ready to go home and deal with the mess you created in Vegas. But you just cannot get your new Husband out of your head.

Warnings: Oral sex (F receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, no mention of birth control, and you're going to hate me by the end of this sex scene bye

A/N: They're officially out of Vegas! I'm so excited to share the next few parts with you guys, and we finally got our first taste of smut!! Also, the Reid in the gif is the exact one I'm picturing in this scene so yeah 🤡 smirk and all 😏

Here's the series masterlist, and my general masterlist!~

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The race back to the hotel was easy compared to the ensuing rush to pack up an entire hotel room's worth of mess in the time between their arrival and their check-out time. Sure, they’d had to pack light as travelling FBI agents, but with the added mess you’d created in Spencer’s room, and the additional luggage of their marriage licence, the packing was needlessly more frantic than usual. 

When you finally did make it down to the lobby, you froze up a little, realising that you were the final one to exit your room. You watched as seven pairs of eyes shifted to you as soon as the elevator door opened, hauling your go-bag further up your arm from where it was slipping down. You thanked your past self for having the foresight to put some makeup into the bag, having used up a copious amount of your concealer to cover up any evidence of your night with Reid. You still kept a small distance from the others, just in case.

“Sorry, were you all waiting for me?” you smiled at them as you got closer, hoping that they’d not ask questions at what had taken you so long. Your eyes caught Reid’s and you could see that he was looking down at your neck. 

After an entire day morning and night in your company, you knew he’d seen the results of his handiwork. You wondered if the look that raked over you now was that of the dominant Reid from the night before, who you presumed marked you in such prominent places so people would know you were his, or that of the concerned team mate, who didn’t want to be caught and questioned by the others. You tried to shake both images from your head, not sure which would please you more. 

“It’s okay, you’re not late, the cars are being bought around now and the jet leaves in 30,” Hotch greeted you when you finally got close enough. 

“Late night, mama?” Morgan laughed at you as soon as he turned to you. “How did all that drinking last night go for you?” 

You were so wrapped up in Reid and what he may or may not be thinking that you had to pull yourself back to reality for a second to realise that Morgan had been talking to you. 

“What? Oh yeah, I guess. I don’t think I drank too much, but I did sleep like a baby, so who knows.” You laughed a little to punctuate the point, and then watched Morgan’s reaction closely. You were still looking for the two “agents” who had been witness to your marriage, after all. 

“Ooh, you didn’t sample the local goods last night then? I’ve heard that Downtown Las Vegas is the best place to meet single men, and you were just complaining that you hadn’t been out in a while,” Penelope said from beside the man. 

“No, no, the place Reid took me to was more library than bar, and as far from Downtown as you could get, so it was a nice and easy night for me.” 

“And if the local men are anything like our resident Las Vegan,” Emily jumped in, looking at Reid. “Then I’m sure they’re not really what Y/N is looking for.” She laughed and they all start making their way out of the lobby. 

You try to avoid meeting Reid’s eyes after that last comment, sure that you wouldn’t be able to stop the grimace of apology from coming to your lips. But you couldn’t help yourself, and you forced your eyes up into a small peak at his face, only to see his downturned eyes and the small smirk that was crossing his lips. 

You hung back for a second, needing to clue this out, and nudged him with your elbow. 

“What’s that look for?” you whisper at him in a harsh tone, hoping that no one was watching the two of you. 

“It’s nothing.” He says, but the smile stays on his lips. You give him another look, silently communicating that you’re not taking that first answer and he nods a little as he walks beside you. 

“If they could see the marks on your neck, they wouldn’t be thinking that I’m not what you’re looking for, right?” You could feel the heat in your cheeks, and you playfully whacked him in the arm a bit, before pushing through the doors of the hotel and feeling the sun on your cheeks once again. 

You watched him climb into the car you took earlier and stop yourself from following him. You were going to need some time to think about how you should take that last comment, and a half an hour drive outside of his presence would probably do you good. Climbing up into the other SUV, you take a deep breath, feeling all the restlessness of the night before creep up on you.

–X–

You don’t know where you are, but you know that you’re burning up under his touch. His lips are on your skin, working their way down from your neck to the valley between your breasts and all you can hear is the sound of your own lustful moans as his hands trail further still. 

You don’t know who it is on top of you, but you know that you’re dying for him to be there, to push his tongue into your mouth and make you submit to his will. His fingers wrap around the waistband of your panties and roughly pull them down, opening you up to him. You feel his lips ghost down further still, until he’s there between your legs. 

“Is this where you wanted me, baby? So desperate to have me, my little slut.” His words send another shiver down your spine as you roll your hips up into his face again. 

He lets out a small chuckle and gives you what you want, finally lowering his tongue again and letting it meet your desperate cunt. He sets his attention on your clit, and your eyes roll back in bliss, not caring who it is between your legs giving you this much pleasure, just desperate for them to keep going. 

“Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” you beg, fisting a handful of your mystery man’s hair. It’s soft to the touch, a little curly at the ends and it feels familiar, but you’re unable to think about it for more than a second before he’s pushing a finger into you. 

“That’s it baby. Look at you, so fucking tight around my finger. You want me to push my cock into you, you’re going to have to relax for me baby, okay?” You still don’t know who it is, but you nod for him, knowing you want nothing except everything he’s telling you that you want. 

He’s thrusting his fingers into you at a relentless pace now, adding one digit every few thrusts, until he’s up to three. His face is still buried in your pussy, tongue still flicking against your clit, his other hand pushing you down by the hips as he forces you closer and closer to the edge. 

His hand drops down to your thigh, pushing your legs further apart, and it stays there feeling overly warm, almost burning you up from just that simple touch. 

“You’re so wet for me baby, going to take my cock now?” You whimper and nod your head as fervently as you can, begging him with your eyes to push into you. He finally pulls his head up to your own, and you’re finally face-to-face with your mystery man. 

“So wet for me, right baby? So wet for your husband?” Spencer questions you as he pushes into your wet, dripping hole, and you’re so surprised that all you can do in response is moan. 

With each thrust, he drops a moan into your ears, and you feel your climax building quickly. 

“Ah fuck yes, Y/N,” you claw at his back, desperate to pull him closer. 

“Spencer, don’t stop, fuck.” Your name begins dropping from his lips like a prayer as his thrusts get sloppier, wetter, deeper. 

“Y/N… Y/N……… Y/N….” 

–X– 

“Y/N, are you finally awake? We’ve been calling your name for a minute now.” Your eyes snap open and you come face to face with Emily and JJ from the seats opposite you on the jet. 

“We thought you might be having a nightmare. Want to talk about it?” JJ asks, her voice in a hushed tone as a look of sympathy crosses over her face. 

Whatever that was, it certainly was not a nightmare. But the scenario you were in now certainly was. 

“What? Oh, yeah. I don’t know, maybe it was a nightmare.” You desperately hope you sound convincing enough for them to drop the subject. The last time you’d mentioned a lack of sleep, half of the team had approached you with different home remedies and tips for getting your full 8 hours. The last thing you needed right now was the constant reminder that you’d just had a sex dream about Spencer Reid on the jet whilst surrounded by all your close friends and colleagues. 

Including the man himself, you realised, as you stretched your neck out from its awkward sleep position, and caught the sight of him there next to you. Your car had reached the jet first earlier that day, and it had taken all of two minutes after boarding before you’d been claimed by sleep, so you hadn’t realised he’d positioned himself next to you. 

A quick glance down had told you he’d done more than that. Wrapped around your legs, and so big that it stretched over his too, was a large blanket, the one that he usually used on your longer trips home. He was asleep in the seat next to you, you noticed after an embarrassing amount of time, head resting in one of his hands, lips slightly open, looking the image of tranquillity. 

His other hand was beneath the blanket, somewhere you couldn’t see, but as you shifted slightly in your chair trying to get comfortable again, you realised it was definitely somewhere you could feel. His hand had somehow fallen into your lap, and he had a firm but sleepy grip on your left thigh, the one closest to him. Now that you had moved, so did his hand, rubbing gentle strokes into your skin every few minutes. Slow enough that you were sure he was still asleep, but still enough to have am effect.

His hand was hot against your leg, and his touch burned. You remembered the sensation from your dream and immediately did your best to temper your facial expressions, not wanting to gather any more concern from the two women opposite you at the table than you already had. 

“Y/N? If you want to talk about it, we’re always here you know? This job can be overwhelming at the best of times, and we just worked a hard case. No one would blame you for needing to take some time for yourself.” Emily looked at you in concern now, and it was taking all of your will to keep your eyes on her, and nod at the appropriate time, your brain short-circuiting now that you realised Reid was so close. 

Where did this sudden infatuation with him come from? You’d always appreciated that he was a good looking guy, but you’d never thought about him so thoroughly before, and certainly not enough to lose yourself on the jet to inappropriate thoughts. 

It was the insanity of the weekend, you told yourself, it had to be. You’d learnt more about him and accidentally, possibly, maybe slept together, and now your body was just getting it out of your system. Either that or you’d just learnt too much about his preferences and your brain was just trying to come to terms with each revelation. 

You settled back into comfortable conversation with Emily and JJ, trying your best to convince yourself that your dream had meant nothing, blocking out any noise in your head that was suggesting otherwise. 

Especially the little thought at the back of your brain that was reminding you that you hadn’t removed his hand from your thigh, and that you really didn’t want to. 

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[lady-guts]

10 QL people I want carnally aesthetically

@nuwildcat thank you for tagging me! As a fellow ace, I'm going to copy the aesthetically part of this list, because wanting carnally is really not my thing.

1. Tay - Kinnporsche

He is the definition of gender envy. No one wins him in aesthetics, he has them all. I want him and I want to be him, but I will settle by being able to raid his closet.

2. Porsche - Kinnporsche

That gold skin, that itty-bitty waist, and those smiles. Aesthetically, him and his high waist trousers have won me over, and the suits by the end of the show are just *chef's kiss*. He's the best, and I love him, and since I don't think we'll get more of him, I'll just keep drawing him.

3. Kinn - Kinnporsche

Look at those long fingers. Look at them. And at his effortlessly casual dominance in everything he does (until he meets Porsche, and all that ice melts). I just love him. Also, what's better than a big sad boy? A big sad boy with huge tits, and Kinn has those to spare.

4. Vegas - Kinnporsche

Vegas bewitched me. He's such a pathetic, soggy mess, but then when you least expect it he whips out his murder raincoat and looks even cute with blood all over. I also want to raid his closet, and steal all his oversized witchy shirts (except for the velvet ones, he can keep those)

5. Choi Yu Na - Semantic error

She's everything. Yet another character I want to steal clothes from. Shes just so cool and so perfect, and I want to have a spin-off of centered on her.

6. Kurosawa - Cherry magic

Kurosawa is just so dear to me. He tries so hard to be this perfect cool guy, when he is the dorkiest person on earth, and somehow still manages the whole gentlemanly thing all together. I can't get over how he wrote a whole CV to meet Adachi's parents, and I love the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles.

7. Togawa - Old fashioned cupcake

Look at this boy eat! I love love love people who enjoy their food, and Togawa's hamster cheeks are the cutest of them all. He gets extra points for how he proposes in the special episode.

8. Nozue - Old fashioned cupcake

Those little three piece suits he wears look so nice on him. He's so babygirl too, batting his eyelashes at Togawa without realising his feelings at all. He's another case of the eternal dilemma of whether I want him or I want to be him.

9. Ai Di - Kiseki: Dear to me

Is half of this list characters whose clothes I want? Perhaps. But look at the kind of sweaters Ai Di wears all throughout the series, can you blame me? That and his chokers, and his hair.... He's also the best friend ever to Bai Zongyi, and he and Chen Yi stole the whole show for themselves.

10. Jack - HIStory3: Trapped

Just that smile (and maybe his boobs too just a little bit). He would come onscreen, smile like that, and I would miss half of what was happening from how much it distracted me.

Special mention. Fujisaki - Cherry Magic

Fujisaki is just so dear to me, she's one of the first explicitly ace characters I ever seen in a show. I read the manga for Cherry Magic, and while she's hilarious there, I'm so glad they gave us this version of her in the show.

I'm not sure who has or hasn't done this, so no pressure! @dummerjan, @dramarec, @mortimerlatrice

[aerodaltonimperial]

(y’all lack imagination this is so easy to rationalize. PLATONIC JungleHook)

“Okay, what was that,” Hook says, as he pushes open the door to Jack’s room. He’ll never understand why the guy keeps his room so damn warm. It’s like walking into a sauna. Is this a jungle thing again? Ugh, he’s already sweating.

“What was what?” Jack asks. He’s playing nonchalant at looking down at his phone, but does an absolutely terrible job at faking the keyboard mashing. As if Hook is going to really believe he just sent a text that says IIIILLLLL9999991113FFFJS.

Hook wants to smack him. “The hugs.”

“It’s normal for tag partners to hug when they are friends, Hook,” Jack says, with the most obnoxious preschool teacher voice Hook has ever heard.

“One hug is normal, Jack. That was three.”

Jack shrugs. “I just wanted to make sure they got the footage. For television. In case they missed it.”

“In case they...” Hook stops. Narrows his eyes. “Oh. Oh, I see. This is about earlier in the show. This is about the end of Orange’s match.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“God dammit, Jack, don’t put me in the middle of this.” Hook sighs.

“Don’t put you in the middle?” Jack repeats, eyebrows hiked. His voice goes high, that thing it does when he’s starting up into one of his rants. “Don’t put you in the middle, Hook? Are you serious right now?”

“Oh my god.”

Jack waves his phone in the air. “I’ve been getting death threats for months, Hook. Months.”

“You’re being dramatic, those aren’t death threats.”

Jack stares at him, and then opens his phone with exaggerated flourishes. While glaring. It would be a little impressive if Hook wasn’t annoyed by the whole thing. “May 24: Remember when you were mute? Good times.”

“Not a threat,” Hook says. “Plus, it’s nice that he remembers so much about your past.”

“May 15,” Jack continues reading. “Have you tried the blowfish in catering? Supposedly they can kill you. You should eat one. Or ten.”

“Trying to expand your culinary palette. That’s friendly.”

One of Jack’s eyes twitches. “May 2: Self-driving cars are having terrible accidents. One just drove off a cliff! Danhausen will buy you one as a gift.”

“Look at that, he remembered your birthday.”

“My birthday is in two weeks,” Jack says.

Hook waves a hand in the air. “Better early than late, right?”

“Hook.” Jack’s got that tone.

Hook groans. “Oh my god, okay. Maybe...maybe I’ve been doing the same thing to you.”

“Yeah, since January.”

“Well, then let’s just hope your hugs were visible to the right people, because I gotta feeling you’re gonna have to turn your phone off tonight with all the messages you’ve invited.”

Jack rolls his eyes. “Fine, fine. Look, I’m turning it off, see? Hurry up so we can finish season 3 of Grey’s Anatomy.”

“There are like 18 seasons of this. I told you we should have started with the West Wing.”

“Oh, you wanna switch now?” Jack asks.

“No, I’m invested,” Hook snips, tugging the unpopped popcorn package out of his bag. At least these hotel rooms have microwaves. They’d had to bribe Adam Page with like twenty bucks worth of vending machine food to use the one he bought at Target in Vegas. “And I hate you for this.”

“No, you don’t.” Jack settles onto the mattress, clicking on his laptop to cast it over onto the hotel’s smart TV. “We’re learning valuable things here.”

“I don’t think any of these medical procedures are correct,” Hook says.

“About ourselves, not surgical practices.”

“Whatever. Don’t you dare start it until this is done, I don’t wanna miss half the dialogue again when the popcorn goes.”

[lurkingteapot]

Laws of Attraction กฎแห่งรักดึงดูด Ep. 2

Same precedure as last week, including apologies to those who've seen this before. Includes translation of the writing on Tonkhao's picture and (attempt at) translation of bits on the documents Chaan receives in the last flashback.

open with something heartbreaking, why won't you? Tonkhao is so worried about that one failing/barely passing (not sure) grade, and the family being like "oh c'mon, one bad grade isn't the end of the world"? I am EMOTIONAL.

oh fuck. these are the WORST dreams. I guess at least Tinn had the questionable luck of remembering she died before he woke up, because waking up and feeling good because the memories or dream of a deceased person was nice and only then remembering they've passed? that's brutal.

WOW, that's a swanky place.

adfadfadsf idk WHAT Chaan's game is, but the whole "I'm just gonna let you jump to conclusions" sure is something.

… yeah, I'd be suspicious too, Tinn. But also Chaan, don't spring the "that might not've been an accident" on the man like that.

oof, IDK which show said it– feels like a Doctor Who thing? but those are some of the most dangerous and powerful words in the world. "let me help".

afaasfsdfads "I've never chased a guy like this" Chaan, not the time

no way that was a regular break-in

asdfasdfasdf

idk what they're building up to with Thaenthai and his bodyguard, but I'm intrigued

OH is that what they were looking for? something of Tonkhao's?

oh, ow.

Writing in picture reads:

Family. Granny Aew's Jaew Hawn (Isaan type hotpot) Love great-grandma and Uncle Tinn the most in the world

Chaan's got Tinn's sister and grandma wrapped around his little finger, huh. that was fast.

Chaan, just saying, I think he'd probably listen to you more if you told him things like this up front

Yeah, what do they want?

okay, this dude is a complete n00b at B&E, but also isn't Tinn a trained Taekwondo instructor? I feel like this should be easier for him

LOL at the motorcycle chase

Chaan to the rescue?

I love that shirt, but why is it already stained even though he just-- oh, continuity, okay.

his indignant little "I'm bleeding here" I -- Chaan, do you take anything seriously?

Chaan being a huge baby over having his cut cleaned gives me LIFE

also sorry not sorry but the way that ring lies at Chaan's throat … 👀 I'm assuming that wasn't on purpose, but. collar vibes

I feel like this is the last time we see this dude alive. Also wow Thaenthai and his anger issues and shirts? giving Vegas here, I said what I said.

oh, exposition by the way of Issues, gotcha. Also I'm willing to put money on Thaenthai and his bodyguard having something going on, or being on the way there.

Bodyslam!

AND IT'S SILVY!!!

wow, what a juxtaposition

okay this legalese quoting is a thing with him, huh.

oof, this kid is even less okay than I thought

oh, granny has adopted Chaan

okay, what gives, why are the cops suddenly willing to help?

oh, of course.

I've decided I love when Chaan quotes legalese, but I also definitely will have to catch the subs for these bits.

afsdfadfasdfas Granny

Chaan flirting and Tinn suspicious, the eternal dance

I BUY the revenge thing, but I also don't think that's the whole truth

wow, we get jaded lawyers a lot, but Chaan really is a different level

I like that they're on more even footing now, with Tinn having found something to push at, too

Pending legal case # 8943/2560 (= 2017) Pending legal case # 2190/2560 Judge's bench (??) 201 on the 20/07/60 (= '17)

Chaan's only six years on the job and changed this much? oof.

was his mum wearing that ring in the flashback?

This was another absolutely wild ride and I cannot wait for next week.

[spencer-reids-adventures]

prompt: spencer circumventing questions or outright lying about his mom to the team during season 1 before they meet her. I always assumed he must have told them something false based on morgan and hotch's reaction in the fisher king

“Spencer, what about you?”

The team is on the jet flying home, and everyone’s been chatting about their families and where they live and what they do. It’s obviously for Spencer’s benefit, since he’s the newest on the team and doesn’t really know them yet, and he appreciates that they’re trying to include him in the conversation. However–

Don’t ask me, he’s been silently thinking. Don’t ask me, don’t ask me, don’t ask me.

“Uh,” he says, stalling. “My family’s not that interesting, really.” He laughs nervously. “Not like yours, anyway…”

“C’mon, pretty boy, we still want to know,” Morgan insists. “Tell us where Spencer Reid comes from.”

“Uh,” Spencer says again. “I’m from Las Vegas. Did you know Las Vegas gets on average 91 more sunny days a year than Washington DC? And Washington gets 38 more inches of rain every year?”

“That’s interesting, Spence, but tell us more about your family,” JJ says. “How long have they lived in Las Vegas? Any brothers or sisters?”

“They’ve lived there for ages,” Spencer tells her. “I mean, my family goes back generations in Las Vegas, as far as I know. We’re natives. And I, um. I don’t have any brothers or sisters.”

“Just you and your parents, then?”

“I mostly grew up with my mom,” Spencer says, teetering too close to the truth. “Anyway, have any of you guys ever been to Las Vegas? Because if we ever go there on a case, I could show you around–there’s more to it that just the strip, you know, the wildlife is actually really interesting–”

“That would be great, Spencer,” Hotch interjects. “I don’t know much about Las Vegas at all.” From the look on his face, Spencer thinks Hotch can tell that he doesn’t want to keep talking about this, and he appreciates the reprieve. 

That’s the closest the team gets to finding out about his family.

Months later, after the Fisher King case is wrapped up and Spencer has traveled back to Las Vegas to take his mother home, Hotch calls Spencer into his office.

“I’m sorry the team found out about your mother like that, Spencer,” he says gently. “I’m sure you would have rather kept her condition to yourself.”

“It hasn’t been so bad,” Spencer admits. “Penelope’s been really nice about it. No one else has said anything about it until now. I know they’re all thinking about it, though. I can tell by how they look at me sometimes.”

“I think they just want to be there for you, but they don’t want to overstep your boundaries. They only mean well.”

“I know,” Spencer sighs. “It’s just awkward. I’m not–I’m not ashamed of her or anything. Just in case that’s what you thought. I love my mom, it’s just–”

“It’s a difficult situation,” Hotch finishes for him. “It’s okay to keep it to yourself, if that’s what’s most comfortable for you. It doesn’t mean you don’t care about her.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“If you ever want to talk about it, we’re all here for you,” Hotch says. “If not, that’s okay, too. I just wanted to check and see how you were doing with everything. That was a stressful case.”

“Understatement of the century,” Spencer snorts. “Threatening my mom is the only thing that could’ve gotten me to reveal her condition to you guys.”

“I’m glad she’s safe.”

“Me, too.”

[thesiriusmoon]

First Case

Summary: Bonnie is invited to assist on her first case, and got more than what she was expecting.

Characters: Bonnie McBride (OC), Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Jason Gideon

AU: Criminal Minds

Episode: Own

Word count: 4.9K

A/N: I make a lot of stuff up in this so just go with it! I make facts up a lot lol

TW: detail of blood and gore

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“Wheels up in thirty.” Agent Hotchner announced and Bonnie could have hit the roof and landed in Seattle already not having needed to use the jet.

It had been three months this she started her new job as the BAU’s (Agents Hotchners) assistant and she’d been invited to assist on a case. Not as a profiler or an agent, but to help out. Sort things, write down information, and keep up to date. Like a walking talking diary for the team.

Her go bag has been ready since her first day and followed Emily closely towards the jet, it was magnificent. She’d never imagine she’d ever step foot in something like this.

“You like it?” Emily asked knowingly, and Bonnie chuckled.

“It’s amazing.”

“Very comfy too!”

And the two entered and found a seat.

The rest of the team followed shortly and she thought it was a bit cramped for seven people, but it was fine none the less.

“Three killings, all stabbed and had their hair cut off, all dumped around the Livingstone park. Within four weeks. Which means around one killing per week.” Agent Hotchner read from his file, one that each agent had been given by Jennifer and Bonnie began writing in her notepad.

“The hair means something to him. Women love their hair, this dude hates women. So what does he do? Take away their identity and their looks. He’s angry and wants them to feel as low as he does.” Derek waded in, and by instinct Bonnie stroked her own hair. She did love hers. It was unique. Bright orange when the sun shone down on her, and cool ginger when there was no light. She’d hate to have it all cut off or lose it somehow.

“I think he knows the area. That park is two thousand acres, he can cover a lot of ground.” Said Emily.

“Are we sure it’s a guy? I mean, it seems like it could be jealousy. Possibly a woman who doesn’t see herself as pretty or well liked and she attacks attractive women then defiles something that most of us care for and always want to look nice, our hair.” Jennifer commented and Agent Gideon frowned.

“You might be onto something JJ. They leave the bodies face up, no remorse for what they’ve done. It could either me a man suffering from rejection or a woman full of jealousy. We’ll have to take a closer look when we get down there.”

“Did you know that in a recent survey taken in a Las Vegas high school, girls were asked what aspect of themselves they treasure most, and the highest answer was their hair. Not their body or maybe their face, but their hair. I-I think it’s because your hair can really change the way you look. You can change your face with makeup and surgery and your body by exercising and-and eating, but it’s easier to get a haircut or dye it.” Spencer gifted the team with his extensive knowledge.

“So you think whoever’s doing this is to make their victims… ugly?” Agent Gideon questioned, looking down to Spencer who nodded.

“Possibly.”

“Well all the girls do look kinda similar. Dark hair, blue eyes, skinny.” Derek had said before Agent Hotchner spoke.

“When we arrive I want Reid, Morgan, JJ, down at the police station find out anything you can about what’s been done. Gideon, and Prentiss, and I will visit the dump site.” He closed the conversation swiftly, along with his file.

“What will I do?” Bonnie asked eagerly.

Agent Hotchner thought for a moment. “Come with me. But if you feel sick or something you can head back and go to the police station with the others.”

But she swore she wouldn’t. This is what she’s preparing for. Her future. She’d have to get used to gory scenes at some point. And she wanted to prove she was capable of helping the team.

“Yes sir.”

And shortly after, the jet landed and Bonnie dug her nails into the arms of her chair, scared they would crash but had instead rolled smoothly into an airport.

Immediately, agent Hotchner, Gideon, and Emily were on their way to the Livingstone National Park, Bonnie in the backseat next to Emily.

“You ever seen a dead body before.” Emily asked suddenly and Bonnie almost laughed at how absurd that question was.

“Once.” She kept her answer short. Not wanting to give any more information about her past to the team.

It was rough growing up. Her mother and father migrated to America from Scotland when she was twenty two, Bonnie was four. Her red hair a flame and full of wonder. Her parents were convinced about the American dream, but neither of them had ever kept down a job, instead they fell down a hole of drug addiction. At the age of eighteen, her mother had found herself pregnant after a faulty condom broke, then six years later, it was her little girl who found her father laying lifeless in their apartment bathroom. A drug overdose. Since then her and her mother have been eating small plates and sometimes using cold water for showers. The apartment in which they live in now isn’t great. It needs a lot of work but neither of them have money to pay for it. Bonnie was accepted to college for outstanding grades as a young age. Child prodigy as her mother would say and tell her every day how proud she was of her. But lately she hasn’t seen her much, or heard anything similar in a couple of years.

“Who was it?”

“Emily.” Agent Hotchner had a stern look on his face and she gulped.

“Sorry.”

“It’s ok. I’m sure you guys have seen lots. I’m just excited to be helping.”

Agent Gideon smiled a little. “Let’s hope you still feel that way when we’re done.”

They arrived at the park, and were welcomed by one of the rangers.

“Thank you for coming Sir. I’m Sandy Parker, head of the rangers and the park.” A broad woman possibly in her mid thirties with short red hair, a tattoo on her left arm, and a bulbous nose shook Agent Hotchners hand. She had been leaning up against a pick-up truck, the same colour as her hair.

“Thank you for letting us in. I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner, this here is SSA Jason Gideon, SSA Emily Prentiss, and Bonnie.”

And Bonnie. It sounded a little funny. Here’s three intelligent agents, and a kid. We’re here to solve the crime. Just like scooby doo.

“Oh my god am I the dog?” Bonnie thought to herself.

“Right this way. One of my coworkers Andy found her. He hasn’t blinked since.” Her tone was steady, deep, she must be very professional, or has seen something like this before.

As they were led through the forest, Bonnie noted how close the trees were. Not really good for entering. And she wrote it down. There had to be another entrance somewhere. It would be hard to move around in here without making a noise or dropping the body you carried.

Before she even knew it, the agents had stopped walking, and the three of them were staring downwards. So Bonnie did too, and almost vomited.

It was horrible. The girl must have been around her age. Brunette, small, skinny, but perky. That’s the ideal type isn’t it? To be thin but also have a little something going on. She knew that she want to be like that. But was rather flat, as she would put it when looking in the mirror.

The girls hair was chopped right to the scalp, bald patches shining here and there and some cuts on where the shearing had gone too close to the head.

The girls face was grey, totally lifeless. But what the worst part of it was, was that it was hardly a face. It had been mutilated with a blade.

“Fifteen stab wounds. Most to the face, some to the body which is probably what killed her.” Sandy sighed. “Poor girl. You never think something like this could ever happen to you. She was so pretty too… shame.” Sandy said staring right down at the girls bloody corpse.

In her notes, Bonnie wrote down about the overkill. The rage.

But was there hair here? On the ground? Or any blood splatters? If the girl was killed here, the hair that was cut should be here too.

“There’s no hair around here. Or blood.” She said.

“You’re right…” Agent Hotchner mumbled. “He’s not killing them here. He might be holding them.” And he flipped out his phone.

“Garcia, I need you to find missing persons report on brunette young girls, typically attractive, thin, and small.”

“She’s on it. Hopefully we can find out his type. And he might already found his next victim.”

Bonnie gulped hard.

Once there was nothing else to look at, the four began travelling back to the car through branches and twigs.

“That was some good spotting kid.” Agent Gideon made Bonnie jump.

“Oh… thank you sir.” Smiling gratefully.

“I hear your studying criminal justice?”

“Yes sir I am. I’m almost finished. I’ve been skipping a lot of grades and should be finished next year at some point.”

“Oh another genius! So tell me, what are you planning to do once you’re done?”

“FBI training.” She said proudly and Agent Gideon smiled.

“Well you’ve proven you know your stuff well. Keep it up and you’ll be in the BAU in no time. I’ll make sure of it. That’s how Spencer got in! Knew him when he was studying and could see his wits from miles away. Once he was done all he had to do was give me a call.”

If he was hinting at her doing the same thing, she might faint.

She’s always had a passion for justice. She was smart and wanted to use it for good. Help others. Save them. Make something of herself instead of falling into the same path are the one her mother is taking.

“So what have you found?” Agent Hotchner asked Jennifer who began filling him in on missing girl cases and had three pictures up on a clear board which Spencer was scribbling profusely on, while Derek read over the victims files.

“No sexual assault on any of them. I think JJ might be right. It might be a woman.”

Jennifer sighed. “But how is she doing it?”

“Being nice?” Bonnie suggested.

“Gaining their trust.” Said Gideon, taking a seat. “These young girls wouldn’t think twice about a woman or another young girl showing kindness would they? They’re more trustworthy than men.”

“I don’t know about you guys but I wouldn’t just walk away with a strange woman just because she’s nice to me.” Jennifer commented and Bonnie nodded her head agreeing.

Then Emily added, “Trustworthy. People of authority uh… police officers, nurses maybe, someone the public is brought up to know will help them.”

“So how’s she getting rid of the bodies.” Agent Hotchner asked the question they were all thinking.

“A car would be too small I think. Too easy to get evidence on it. So maybe a van, or a truck. Something bigger that would have space to hold someone.” Spencer spoke to the board he was staring at.

“Great. We’re ready to deliver the profile, good work guys.” Agent Hotchner left the room with the team following in his footsteps.

The whole police departement sat before them, looking up at them eagerly wanting just as much they did to catch the person doing this. Sandy from the park had also arrived. She wanted to find who was defiling her beloved park just like everyone else.

Agent Hotchner spoke first. “The person were looking for is female. All victims have been white so we feel safe to assume this unsub is too.”

Then Derek. “She’s someone trustworthy. It could be someone of the law or of some other authority. These girls don’t have to question whether or not they’re safe with the unsub.”

“She’s full of rage. These women are everything that she wants to be. Small, thin, pretty, and she’s taking her own insecurities out on them, shown by the over kill and cutting of hair.” Emily spoke up.

“So we’re looking for a woman who may not be the same age as these victims. She’s old enough to know the Livingstone area well and clever enough to plan out her attacks and kidnappings.” Said Spencer.

“That’s right. These aren’t spree killings or sudden fits of anger. These girls are being kidnapped, held, tortured, then murdered.” Agent Gideon finished, all of the detectives and officers had their mouths gaping. Sandy’s expression was sour and Bonnie couldn’t blame her. The innocence of these young girls were ripped from them cruelly. All because some bitch never learned how to love herself.

“That’s all for now. Thank you.” Agent Hotchner allowed the detectives to go back to work.

At that moment, Sandy had her phone to her ear, and looked wide eyed to Agent Hotchner. “Sir, they’ve found another body.”

“What? Already?” Bonnie followed quickly to keep up with his long strides and they ended up in the jeep, Emily and Derek in the back as Bonnie had accidentally taken the passenger seat. She could tell Derek was a little annoyed at that.

“Another body… they’re picking up the pace man.” Derek said worriedly and Agent Hotchner nodded.

“It’s weird… we were literally just there and the second we leave there’s another body… how?”

“Maybe they were watching us. They knew we were there and waited until we were gone to dump another.” Emily commented from her back seat.

Bonnie hadn’t seen anyone in the trees… maybe they were high up like a bird and she had missed it.

“Over this way!” Sandy yelled having beat them to the scene, this time in a small black car. The truck must be used for park purposes.

The team followed into the scraggly bushes, and went deep into the forest about a ten minute walk until they laid eyes on their latest victim.

Just the same as the last, but a more violent attack had occurred. The girls ear was missing, the other still intact with a dangly sapphire earring. Her face was practically gone. Mush.

“How could…” Bonnie choked and Emily lay a gently hand on her shoulder.

From the rest of her body, she looked young. Nineteen maybe twenty or eighteen. She had her whole life ahead of her and now it was nothing but ashes. They couldn’t even identify her yet…

“ID in her pocket. Drivers licence. Katy Darnwall, seventeen.” One of the officers handed Agent Hotchner the girls card with a glove. She was one of the girls on Spencer’s board.

Seventeen… possibly the youngest of the lot. Probably still in high school not yet completed her exams…

“That’s disgusting…” holding the back of her hand against her mouth, Bonnie took a deep breath while Emily squeezed her grip.

“How long has she been here?” Derek asked the officers.

“Dumped today. She’s still warm. A dog found her. He was off his leash.”

“If you like I can take you to the park station and we can call her parents.” Sandy suggested, looking down at the girl.

“No… we need to have a look around. See how the unsub got this deep in. There’s close trees, there has to be a path easier to get in.” Agent Hotchner shook his head and turned his attention to Emily and Derek.

“Split up and try and find the entrance, you too Bonnie, note down anything suspicious.”

And she obliged immediately. Anything not to look at the blood still pouring out of the young girls face.

On her way she went. Separating from the group with her notepad in hand. Writing as her mind refused to stop thinking for just a second.

“Woman… older… not very pretty, or thin.” She spoke out loud. “Truck or van…” just subconsciously, a face blinked in her mind. Sandy was a bit like that. She wasn’t trying to be mean or insulting but that’s just what the description made her think of. Maybe there’s someone living out here pretending to be a guide and luring these girls into a cabin or shed.

Bonnie had been walking through a dirt path for about ten minutes now, not even realising, and saw at the bottom of a hill was in fact, a shed. It was hard to see. Moss covered the sides and blended the building into the trees and bushes. Just like the rest of the forest, the trees were close together. Anyone walking past wouldn’t have even seen it.

But Bonnie really did love quizzes and challenges. Amazing at spot the difference and games were you had to find hidden objects in pictures that blended into its surroundings. She didn’t know what that game was called but she had named it ‘the chameleon game.’

Immediately she pulled out her phone to dial Agent Hotchners number, but no signal.

“Shit!” She cursed and turned back to the shed that looked pretty old. Shabby but… well kept. There was a garden with flowers. Tulips. And a small lake, almost like a big puddle about twenty feet away.

She couldn’t turn back now, she was afraid she’d forget her steps. So she went forward towards the shed.

Watching her footing, careful not to trip, she began her descent, and noticed there was a path to her left. That must be how this person is getting the victims out easily, instead of treading through all these branches. Another on the right near the puddle lake. Must be how they get in.

“Hey.” Bonnie’s soul almost left her body and she slipped down onto the dirty ground, covering her skirt in dry mud.

Whipping around she saw Sandy and sighed with relief, getting back to her feet. “Hey… did you know this shed was here?” She asked, pointing in the direction.

“Never seen that thing in my life.” The woman shrugged.

But she’s the head of the rangers right? She needs to know all about the park.

“How come?” She asked innocently, as anxiety began to fill her stomach, something wasn’t right.

“Just never saw it. Some of these woods are still undiscovered.”

Well that couldn’t be true. There was a map at the station for visitors so they don’t get lost. Unless this wasn’t on the map.

“Oh right… well…” she didn’t really know what to do now.

“We’ll check it out together alright? I’m here with you. Nothing to be afraid of.” Sandy’s smile had eased her, so she began to walk. Trusting her.

The closer to the shed she got, the louder the alarms were in her head. But she didn’t know what to do about them. Sandy was here, but Bonnie was beginning to doubt whether that was a good thing.

Older woman, not ideally pretty, not thin, trustworthy, authoritative, truck… it all added up and formed into the woman walking right next to her.

And… had she been following her? She was a long way away from the dump site, why hadn’t she let herself be known…

Sandy was a few steps in front of her, and Bonnie caught a glimpse of something shiny. “What’s that?” She had suddenly asked, curious on the little blue gem in Sandy’s hand, twirling between her fingers.

“Just a little something I found.”

Katy Darnwall’s missing earrings.

The look of realisation must have been clear, as Sandy smiled and approached Bonnie slowly, and once reached, took strands of her hair through her stubby fingers, admiring it in her hand.

“Y’know, in all my life I’ve actually never seen someone with ginger hair before. Must be a foreign thing. It’s very pretty. Just like you. You’re thin, small, got nice rosy cheeks.” To which she pinched Bonnies face. A little too hard and Bonnies breathing hitched.

She wanted to cry out of fear. Scream for Agent Hotchner or Emily who wouldn’t even hear her. Someone safe. Someone to save her.

“And gorgeous blue eyes! Y’know how rare it is for ginger people to have blue eyes? Only zero point two percent in the entire world has that.” She looked down at Bonnie with a twisted smile, still playing with her hair in her fingers, with her free hand she stroked her cheek.

“I bet you’ve had a lot of boyfriends huh?”

“N-no… I’ve never dated anyone.” And that was true. She didn’t have the time nor the confidence to do so.

“Oh really? Why’s that? You’re a really beautiful girl. No one would ever want to date someone like me.” Sandy laughed, a little crazed. “But you… I know everyone wants a piece of you, and I hate you!” The hair between Sandy’s fingers was yanked hair and Bonnie fell down, suddenly feeling the weight of a boulder coming down on her face.

Scared and unsure what was happening, she pushed up hard, and rolled down the rest of the hill with Sandy running behind her. Hitting her head on stones or twigs on the earthy ground until she came to a quick stop and jumped, bolting for the shed.

“Get back here you little shit!” Bonnie screamed with fright and tried to door handle which didn’t budge, and dipped out the way before the pocket knife in which Sandy had pulled out collider with the wooden door, piercing it right through.

As she sprinted behind the shed she whipped out her phone and prayed for even just a little signal, but came up blank. But she pressed the call button anyways, letting it ring in her pocket.

There was the path to her left. The one which Sandy must have been using to dispose the bodies. If she followed it, it could lead her back to the team. Back to Agent Hotchner who’d know what to do.

The air was went still. Bonnie stifled sobs from pressing her back against the shed, trying to hear footsteps or dirt crunching to get an idea on where Sandy was now.

But there was nothing. Which was more terrifying actually.

Run for it. You’re quick and she’s a little bigger than you are. She might not catch you.

Bonnie crept to the edge of the shed where she reluctantly peeked her head round the corner to see it open. Wanting to not think about anything anymore, her legs took control and she was running towards the path.

That was when Sandy pounced. She was a hunter. Knew how to catch prey in these woods, and she was pretty quick on her feet.

“HELP!” Bonnie screamed into the woods as hot tears rolled down her face. She didn’t have protection like the others with their guns. She had her bare hands and feet that were shaking all over she didn’t know how much she could run.

“HOTCH!” She screamed again, begging for the one member of the team she longed for. His approval, his praise, everything. He was just amazing. So calm and preserved yet caring and understanding. She felt safe when she worked with him and always felt bubbly when he smiled at her. He was the only person she thought of when running.

Sandy was catching at a frightening speed, like a cheeta chasing an antelope, and Bonnies skirt wasn’t in her favour, restricting the movement of her legs, which she would curse out later for possibly being the reason she had been caught so quickly.

Sandy was on top of her again in a flash, but she kicked with all her might and strength in her body to stop the woman from turning her into her next victim.

“Bonnie!” The sound of a man’s voice slipped through her ears, not really processing it at all as her brain was too busy instructing Bonnie on how to dodge a blade.

One hard kick after bringing her knees up close to her chin had done the trick to loosen the larger woman’s grip on her and she crawled backwards, eyes manic with fear but she had forgotten how to stand.

Though she didn’t have to.

“Stop right there!” It was Derek, standing on higher ground pointing his gun directly at Sandy who had not paid him any attention. Instead she was looking hungrily in the direction of Bonnies small frame. Snarling like an animal fighting for food.

The woman lunged and Bonnie screamed.

Then a gunshot.

Bonnies shut eyes tentatively opened, and was horrified by the bloody scene in front of her.

Sandy had been shot through the chest. One clean shot. Her blood pooled around her body, as well as dripped from Bonnies nose.

“Kid?! Are you alright?” Derek’s voice was muffled. She couldn’t stop staring at the woman.

“She tried… she tried to…” she was ashamed on how her sobs broke loose but was comforted by the strong arms of Derek around her.

Picking her up swiftly with the young girl clinging onto his shoulders, legs weak, she watched as Sandy’s lifeless figure became smaller and smaller until she was gone.

She must have fallen asleep or passed out because when she opened her eyes again, her and Derek had just arrived back at the park station.

The strong man put her down and steadied her with his hand.

“You alright? You’re not hurt or anything?” He questioned frantically, checking her for cuts or bruises.

“I don’t know… my arm is a little sore.” Derek pulled her blazer up and winced.

“Must have got you and you didn’t realise. Will need stitches.” His gaze softened and his hand caressed her cheek, it was much more friendly than Sandy’s.

“Some first case right?” She had tried to joke but choked on a sob afterwards.

There was embarrassment and let down. She wanted to be in this field so badly but had fumbled her first chance.

“Bonnie! Oh my god, thank god you’re safe.” Once the pair walked in, Agent Hotchner sped over and had engulfed her in a hug, which she returned tightly. “You did it. You found her, seriously well done.”

She didn’t understand.

“What do you mean?”

“Your call to me, Garcia tracked it and Derek found you first. Officers are down at the shed and have found two girls. Without you, they wouldn’t have been found.”

Bonnie could have vomited now with the knowledge that she had been right at that shed and had no idea… but how could she? She tried the door and it was locked. She couldn’t get in if she wanted to. She couldn’t kick down door the way Derek could.

“But I failed.” Her lip quivered.

“Failed?” Jennifer scoffed with a smile. “Bonnie you caught her. And those other girls are safe now because of you. I’d call that success.”

“Days in the field are hard. Sometimes it gets rough.” Agent Gideon nodded his head.

“But if Derek hadn’t-“

“No. Enough. You did good. And I’m sorry for sending you out there alone… if I had any idea then…” Agent Hotchner sighed. “We found out probably the same time as you when we realised Sandy had gone. We were looking everywhere and your call helped us find you.”

Bonnie pulled the phone out of her pocket and checked that it had eventually went through.

“Thank you.” She whispered and Agent Hotchner led her outside with the rest of the team, away to get some medical treatment to which Bonnie still couldn’t really feel her arm. She just knew that it hurt. The blood on her coat said otherwise however.”

Fresh stitches, clean clothes, a good rest. The plane back to DC would be a little while and she was very excited to sleep, though she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to commit to it.

She’d never been attacked like that before. It had been a serious eye opener to who the BAU actually deal with. But then there was thrill to do it all over.

“So…caught your first bad guy today huh?” Emily said with a smirk on her face at the other side of the table in the jet.

Bonnie chuckled. “I guess so.”

“I read your notes. You were ahead of us. I couldn’t imagine how scary that must have been though. Figuring it out alone when the person is right there next to you… that must have sucked ass.”

“It did. But it’s over now.”

Emily winked to Bonnie. “Damn right it’s over. If you were of age I’d offer you a drink.”

“Legal age in Scotland is eighteen y’know.”

“Yeah well, I’m not ready to lose my badge yet.” The two of them laughed. Bonnie didn’t drink anyways, she hated it.

“So… would you like to tell me what the first body you ever saw was then?” Emily asked and Bonnie twisted her mouth as she stared around the window at the soft clouds passing by.

“My dad.” She said absently. “Drug overdose. I was six. Me and my mum have been ourselves ever since.”

Emily frowned deeply and stretched her hand over to where Bonnies lay on the table. “Well, if you ever need someone I’m only a phone call away. We all are. Each of us all have some sort of trouble one way or another… you’re part of the team even if you’re an assistant. You’re part of the BAU.”

Bonnie smiled in spite of the void in her chest, sniffed before closing her eyes.

“Thank you… Emily.”

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All Heart, All Muscle (Male!Reader x James Vega)

Requested by anonymous for  James Vega dating an Alliance biologist and he’s really nervous because he’s never actually dated guys before but seeing Shepard so open about his sexuality with Kaiden helped him see he can have those kinds of relationships. (Me just being irritated that you can’t romance James in mass effect 3! He’s so hot!)

"So, Loco... you and Major Alenko, huh?"

"This feel like appropriate mission talk, Lieutenant?" Shepard prompts, but James ignores the hint.

"Not like I got a problem with it, chief, just... how'd you both... you know..."

Shepard rolls his eyes. "Is it still that big of a deal on Earth?"

"Depends on where you grow up, really." James sighs. "Growin' up where I did, you got your dad and your abuelo and every man you know pushin' and pushin'. Gotta be a man's man for the family, you know?"

"Not really. I grew up in a colony, remember? Out there, so long as you do your part and help out, no one cares if you take someone of the same gender to bed. Same on the ships I've seen and been on."

James considers this. "Maybe it's just where I came from. Maybe even just my family. But still, it's hard to even consider disappointing your family."

Shepard points out of the Normandy's viewport. "Look around you, James. There's a lot of people out there, but it's just one galaxy. Beyond that is an infinity of cold and dark space, getting ever bigger. Life is precious and rare. Love is precious and rare. You tell me, Lieutenant, you gonna give up on love because you're scared?"

"I ain't scared, Loco." James bristles.

Shepard smirks. "Then ask him on a date."

James huffs. "How'd you know?"

"Kaidan noticed you staring at him after he followed you. To be fair, you were kinda watching us kiss pretty intently."

James sighs. "I want to, Loco, it's just..."

"In case you haven't noticed, Lieutenant Vega, the end of the world is going on right now. If you're not gonna do it now when you have nothing to lose anymore, when are you gonna do it?"

On the next shore leave, James Vega heads up to the Huerta Memorial Hospital, where his crush works.

A xenobiologist, you've worked around the clock to stretch Alliance meds to allies and medicines from other species to save lives as resources dry up.

James has visited you a couple of times, never been more than friendly, but helped you relax on your few mandated breaks.

You're actually excited to see him - you want to tell him about how you've figured out that utilizing certain asari medications in conjunction with turian and quarian dextro-based injections makes them beneficial to assisting in life-saving treatments in levo-based DNA.

I mean, he won't understand it, but he'll definitely catch on to your excitement.

But James has other things on his mind, and isn't his talkative self when he takes you to a cafe on the Presidium.

"Look, uh... we're buddies now, right?"

You tilt your head at him. "Uh... sure?"

"And, well... buddies can tell each other anything, right?"

"James, you're freaking me out. Just tell me!" you say, chuckling a little at his antics.

"Will you go on a date with me?"

You look around for a moment, then down at the food you both are eating. "Uh... correct me if I'm wrong, but... this isn't a date?"

James' eyes go wide.

"Like, we've been hanging out together... spending our very short amount of free time with each other... getting food, getting to know each other..."

"Ay, cógeme. Soy un gran idiota." James smirks. "I guess this is a date. Saves me the trouble trying to figure out a nice place."

"No way, mister." You grin right back. "Now that we both know, you're on the hook for the next date."

"That's fair enough." He chuckles, before glancing at you. "Well, since we've already had a few 'dates' before now... is it okay if I kiss you?"

You wink. "I think that's fair." And, feeling bold, you push your tray to the other side of the table and sit across his lap.

His lips are on yours in a matter of seconds.

"Hehe, you got no idea what you just signed on for, cariño."

[itsanerdlife]

A Really Bad Idea 3

Pairing: Fighter!Howie Stark x Writer!Reader

Warnings: Lies, secrets, cheating, scandal, criminal history, spice, obsessed Fangirl, violence, anger, and honestly no idea cause I’m not finished writing this just yet.

There is no such thing as an instant spark.              In books, sure. Real life? Not so much.                 Till I met the perfect stranger.                   It honestly was a case of mistaken identity in my own panicked state. I didn’t mean to grab a strangers hand. I just needed to avoid my ex and his shiny new fiancee. I never planned on the stranger kissing me.                   I sure as hell didn’t plan for the stranger to by my friends brother. It never was in the cards for me to find someone else after what my ex did to me. Especially a Fighter with a closed off past. I’m struggling to write my book and move on with my life, but what do I do when he comes in and starts changing things for me.         But the thing my ex taught me people aren’t who they say they are, what if Howie isn’t who he says he is?

I caught Sam when we were getting off the plane. Telling him about drinks and dinner. We swap numbers with the promised to drop my location to him. Perhaps having my friends meet him would settle if I should see if there’s anything there or not. My friends would either scare him off or accept him into the folds.

We dashed home, showering and changing. When Bucky texted where to meet. Quickly sending it to Sam, before leaving the apartment. Excited to see my friends; it was a long weekend and I couldn’t wait to tell them all about the event.

Bucky picked one of my favorite places, Johnny’s. It’s a bar, restaurant. But nice, not a hole in the wall. It was smack dap right in the center of where all of us live. Which only made it even better.

Reaching up on my toes, looking for them. Cursing my height, for the millionth time that day. Finding Bucky waving from a table. We manage to get there, without losing each other. The table big and round. Bucky, Nat and Wanda already there.

“Vegas chew you up and spit you out?” Nat laughs, hugging me.

“No, but Gwen had a hell of a hangover.” I laugh, wiggling into a stool.

“Fuck off.” Gwen grins, checking her phone. “Peter and Howie are almost here.” She announces.

Gwen and Peter are a complicated story. They’ve knew each other since high school, but lost contact during college. Recently they happened to find one another again, strangely enough in a book shop. They’re in a weird place of getting back together and dancing around their feelings for each other.

“Oh I invited a friend.” I perk up.

“You have other friends?” Bucky fakes an offended gasp.

“Fuck off.” Squinting at him. “I actually met him at the meet and greet. Turns out he lives here too. He’s a nice guy.” I shrug, a smile on my lips.

“He kissed her cheek.” Gwen wiggles her brow.

“Saucy!” Nat grins.

“Hope you used protection.” Wanda laughs.

“Wow, you go to Vegas. The sin capital and you get kissed on the cheek. When did you turn into a nun?” Buck grins.

“It wasn’t even like that big of a thing. It was just him being nice. Besides who knows if it’s anything. He’s a writer, I’m a writer. Maybe he just wants to be friends.” I wave my hand.

“I mean, from what Steve’s saying. He saw you in a full on make out with some guy the night of the festival.” Bucky smirks, picking up his beer glass. I flush, dipping my head.

“Who were you kissing?” Nat grins.

“Nobody.” I scoff, trying to not grin.

“Liar!” Wanda laughs.

“I really don’t know. I never got his name.” Chewing my bottom lip.

“Just making out with random strangers and not saying anything?” Gwen stares at me.

“I was avoiding Steve and Sharon. I thought he was Peter. Kind of looked like him from behind. Was not Peter. He was just helping me avoid that whole extra pathetic scene from happening.” I explain shrugging.

“And you just happen to make out with him?” Nat nods.

“I didn’t make out with him. And why are you talking to Steve about me?” I huff, rolling my eyes.

“I wasn’t, he asked who you were dating.” Buck shrugs.

“Why does it matter to him?” Nat scoffs. Buck shrugs again.

“Hey!” Peter calls. My phone dings, a text from Sam saying he’s close. “Guys, this is my brother. Howie. How, everyone.” Peter chuckles. My head comes up, a grin on my lips. Ready to introduce myself.

I freeze, staring at the tall man standing next to Peter.

My Perfect Stranger.

“You.” He grins.

“You.” Warmth blooms in my chest. Tugging on my bottom lip.

“Do you two know each other?” Peter looks between the two of us. The others doing the same.

“Ah.” I laugh, embarrassed.

“No, not really. Just ran into her once.” Howie smirks at me.

“Yeah, that.” I grin, shaking my head.

“Why are you grinning like that?” Bucky looks confused.

“Vegas high.” I lie.

“How was it?” Peter lights up sitting down next to Gwen. It left two seats open on either side of me. Howie takes the one next to his brother.

“Good. A lot of fun. Gwen got trashed.” I nod, still grinning.

“What were you in Vegas for?” Howie smiles.

“A meet and greet.”

“She met someone.” Nat taunts.

“Oh my god.” I slap a hand over my face.

Sam!

“He’s just another mutual writer.” I roll your eyes.

“Who kissed her.” Gwen adds. I give her a pointed look.

“That happen a lot? Random guys kissing you?” Howie lifts a brow.

“Oh it was on the cheek.” I smirk. He grins nodding.

“Weak.” He mutters under his breathe. A cocky grin on his lips.

The waitress arrives. Everyone throws in their drink orders. Just as they arrive Sam appears.

“Wilson!” Bucky laughs, getting up. They’re bro hugging, Gwen and I look confused.

“I didn’t know you were going to be here. You don’t have a date with your hair?” Sam laughs.

Oh my god are they friends?

“Funny, take a night off from only being able to score through your own books?” Buck chuckles.

“I’m sorry, I missed something.” I lift a finger.

“Wait, what?” Bucky looks confused.

“Sam, is who I met in Vegas.” I point out.

“No shit?” Bucky nods.

“Bucky and I were in the military together.” Sam explains.

“The fuck.” I laugh.

“Small fucking world.” Gwen smirks.

“Ah Sam, Nat, Peter, Howie, Wanda.” Bucky introduces him.

“Nice to meet you all.” He smiles, taking the seat next to me. Oh good, trapped between two guys. This should be fun.

“So how was Vegas for you?” Nat asks, sipping her drink.

“Fun. Never been for the meet and greet. It was more than I expected.” He chuckles, the waitress is back. He quickly orders. Nat is wiggling her brows at me.

“So Y/N, how’s that last book coming?” Wanda grins, leaning in.

“Ugh!” I slap a hand over your face.

“Wait, you’re a writer?” Howie looks over at me.

“I am.” I smile. Heat rushes me, under his gaze. “That’s what I was in Vegas for. It’s a Authors meet and greet event.” I explain.

“Might have to look up one of your books.” He nods, smiling softly.

“She plays with your feelings and gets you all hot and bothered.” Gwen laughs. I inhale my sip of my drink.

Howie just grins, nodding. “I’m sure she does.” 

I suck in a breath, letting it out slowly.

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Fic Origin Story

Ooh, fun! Thanks for the tag @rmd-writes!

What was your first fandom (reading and/or writing)?

Xena: Warrior Princess, reading and writing. Back when new episodes were originally airing on TV. So yeah, I'm that old.

What was the first story you ever wrote (even if it was never posted) and what made you decide to write it?

Oh man I wish I knew exactly. It was a Xena fic for sure, and it would have been Gabrielle/Joxer because apparently I love hopeless cases just wanted my favorite pathetic man to be happy, the poor guy. Fortunately for me, the internet does forget some things, particularly when the fics are only published on a personal website that no longer exists.

What's a piece of advice you would give to your younger fic-writing self?

Don't stop writing! After Xena, I fell out of fandom until the LOTR movies came out, and even then I didn't read or write fic for a bunch more years. Given how utterly compelling I find writing stories now, I wonder what would have happened if I'd never stopped. Possibly I'd just have a lot more embarrassing stories to my name.

What's an early fandom interaction that stuck with you (be it a nice comment, a friend you made, a fic that got a lot of feedback etc.)?

Honestly my very first fan community, the mailing list of Xena fans I belonged to, really shaped my relationship with fandom. Just having that community of like-minded people in the very early days of the internet, connecting with people from around the world... I'm pretty sure my teenage self wouldn't be able to fathom the kinds of things that would be possible with things like tumblr and discord and the fan communities now.

Post a sentence or two from one of your older fics, and a sentence or two from a newer one (if you want).

I have to say, dredging up my first fics even from when I re-started writing in 2018 was kind of painful. My writing has improved a lot. Anyway, from one of those, It's Code (Westworld, Elsie/Ashley):

She tensed up instinctively; nothing in her code had told her to expect this. There were some aspects of Elsie’s personality and relationships that Bernard only guessed at, but she was pretty sure she had never been a hugger, and she didn’t think her and Stubbs had been on hugging terms. Certainly not a hug like this, like he was holding on for dear life, like he never wanted to let her go again.

And from my most recent published fic, FBI AU feat. stripper!Henry, All for a Taste of the Honey (RWRB, Alex/Henry)

Unfortunately, that plan is destined to fail. Somehow it hadn’t occurred to Alex that Henry’s path toward Vega would bring him by where Alex is sitting until a large hand slides over the shoulder of his jacket and a low voice, close to his ear, says, “You’re going to blow both our covers if you keep glaring at people I’m dancing for like you’re intending to murder them.”

Thanks again, this was fun! I honestly would tag all of my author mutuals and followers, but gonna specifically call out: @heytheredeann, @mirilyawrites, @cricketnationrise, @nicijones, @adinarj, @cheesecurdsgravyandfries, @ikeepwatchinghelicopters, @thetamehistorian, @okilokiwithpurpose, @afewbulbsshortofatanningbed, @dreamycloud, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @dewdropreader, @deducitetemporacarmen, @coaldustcanary, @somedrunkpirate, and if I missed you and you want to do it please feel free to say I tagged you!

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ALRIGHT BUCKLE UP here we go again, friends. Today I’m going to tell you why I think that from the very beginning Kinn intentionally sent an unknowing Pete to Vegas to manipulate him into submission.

So in my previous post I tackled the scene from episode 4 where Pete and Porsche discuss and have some revelations about good vs evil. I also stated in that post “I think Kinn knows (HE KNOWS) that, in addition to basically being [Porsche’s] bestie, Pete is probably the most empathic of all his men...” and I would like to take this opportunity to elaborate on that. Because I may have let my mind run a bit wild with that idea during my rewatch, and it’s not only greatly satisfying to me, but relevant to my point.

So, in that previous post I outlined 4 occasions where we the audience gets to see Pete acting with a fair amount of empathy. TD;LR is 1) he’s nice to porsche when literally no one else is and this includes 2) speaking up to Tankhun when he thinks he’s being unfair (would also add retroactively that Pete speaking up to Tankhun is pretty major esp when we see how anxious he can get around the family). 3) The way he observes the family and internalizes all they’ve been through, and 4) When he calms Porsche down by helping him to understand that Kinn is also Going Through It.

Also, just for funzies I will add this bit where, once again, Pete is the only one to speak up in a situation he doesn’t think is Right (but also lol because he DOES stand by, watching in abject horror, and fascination, as Vegas removes the guys cochlea right after.) 

(Also, nevermind the fact that its literally in his job description to commit murder, A MAN COULD DIE)

AND Also this:

Which CAN be considered a silly throw away line, but is important to part of my theory, which is this: Kinn knows that Pete is a bit of a special case. Kinn knows he has this empathetic streak. Knows he’s a bit softer than his colleagues, but that he’s still lethal and competent. Kinn has witnessed the empathy manifest in some of the same ways that we have, like in his friendship with Porsche, and in this throw away line about Macau (which, if you are still wondering why it’s important to my theory is because its behavior that KINN IS WITNESSING).

Additionally, and in my last post I mentioned as well, When Porsche is having an emotional crisis; having his worldview essentially shattered, Kinn sends Pete to sus out the situation and to help Porsche through it, because, lets be honest, if he’d just wanted someone to tell Porsche to suck it up and get back in there, he would have sent Ken. And also, Kinn cares about Porsche. He wanted to see Porsche come out of the situation okay and trusted Pete to help him do that. 

Have I convinced you yet that Kinn knows Pete is an empathetic man? Because it’s important for the next bit.

I think Kinn sent Pete to Vegas specifically and intentionally. I think that Kinn knew that Pete would affect Vegas in some way, (with his empathy) and that he could use that to his advantage.

Kinn is an extremely competent strategist. If you’re not sure of that statement, just remember that the entire show is a series of events orchestrated by his father, for gods sake. And that Vegas’ entire Tawan plot was months if not years in the making. Okay, this is a family of people who’re playing an insane game of chess with each other, and the entire point of chess is to be able to predict your opponents move, BECAUSE YOU’VE LED THEM TO MAKE IT. If you still don’t agree with me think about how tankhun got out of being the main family head (he doesn’t seem all that crazy to me, js) or about Kim who’s somehow managed to stay “out” of the game for so long (spoiler alert, its because he’s getting ahead and manipulating situations so he WONT get pulled in. he just never counted on Chay happening to him lol).  

My final point and the bit that really brought this theory home for me is this conversation: 

Kinn approaches Pete, after, and I cannot stress this enough, MULTIPLE failed attempts on Pete’s part to spy on Vegas. Naturally, Pete is Confused. Just look at him:

and he says:

Pete’s REMINDING him. He’s like ‘hey, idk if thats a good idea. last time was a bit of a failure, maybe spying isn’t my thing’ and typically when someone fails their job multiple times... they aren’t asked to continue doing said job. I would imagine the consequences for failing at your job as a mafia bodyguard could even be something like death. That is, unless they’re NOT failing at their job, and they only think they are because they’re being used for another secret purpose. I would also note that regardless of their “failure”, Vegas does seem interested (drawn, even?) to Pete (aka that temple scene; the weird/sexual tension aside, Vegas and Pete were clearly trying to figure each other out. Vegas: why is the cute bodyguard so intriguing and how is he so BAD at this spying thing??, and Pete: I’m gonna die, he’s gonna kill me, but also he’s acting in a way and doing an activity that’s completely unexpected and I wanna make it make sense, figure him out--wait no. no no no.).

Why else would Kinn, a man who surely has a NUMBER of highly skilled spies at his disposal, continue to send in someone who continuously fails at their job? Unless that was the real goal all along. 

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Book The Nanny Affair.

Sam x MC Katie Monaco

All characters belong to pixelberry, I just borrow them to tell my story.

Summary: Sam is stock on his one night in Vegas, and so is Katie, what will she do when she finds out who he really is.

Word count 2,772

Warning: Rated R

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Expectations

Chapter 1: One night only

It's late September and my friend Jennifer is getting married, all of my friends are getting married or having babies, I am barely out  of college to even be thinking about those things, my career first then that other stuff later, Jennifer walks out in her dress its pink and blue and very short, I am in deep thought when Amy says something I’m not paying attention to

“Hello Katie I said are you ready?

“Yes I’m ready come on lets go.

“ Girl you are not wearing jeans to my party, here this is for you.

I go try on the dress the fit is perfectly, I walk out

“Damn bitch, are you trying show me up? You look good, not to be getting dicked down every night.

“Jen please, lets go

We walk out to the bar and have a few drinks then we head to the Casino, I try my look at the crap table,

I bet on 7 it hit twice I’m up $20,000, this  guy been watching me,  since I walked over to the  table.

“Hi beautiful, you just got an easy 2k, if you blow on my dice and I win, I will give you half I got 100k on the table $50k all yours if we win.

I blew on his dice, it was dark but I still could tell he was very attractive he was a bit older it hit 11, he grabbed me picking me up off the ground hugging me, I feel his ripped body through his shirt, I haven’t felt a man in over a year now, I motioned for him to put me down, all my friends watching on.

“Damn girl you on a roll, Jennifer says, then she whispers, go get him, daddy is fine as hell, I look  at her in surprise, girl I am getting married I am not blind and you better stop acting like you don’t see all of that beautiful man.

The guy tells me his name is Robin, “ nice to meet you Robin, he looks sort of familiar, but I don’t remember that being his name, he looks up and ask where am I from, “NYC how about you?

“New Jersey he says, but NY is cool, so do you want to go somewhere more comfortable?

“Sure let me let my friends know where I’ll be what room just in case.

“The penthouse they are welcomed to join, we still can enjoy one another if that’s what you desire

 I couldn’t help but to be turned on he was even sexier in the light, I thought I've seen him but that name don’t click any bells. We sit talking and a few more drinks I deftly wanted him, and his cologne surely had me interested since we met, it’s very expensive, I could just tell

He kisses me then unzip my dress, I take my arms out and it hits the floor, he bites his lips looking over my curves, kissing my stomach then running his hands down my body, my body is on fire for him now, he smirks.

“I am not sorry for what I’m about to do to you, he lick his lips and bend me  over, he adjust himself under  me until he’s positioned then he pulls me down, he is now licking me and watching me come in pleasure, he’s made me come twice, I can’t take any longer I need him inside of me

Robin I need you now,  he didn’t respond to his name for a few seconds, Robin I need you now please, he picked me up and we made it to the bed, he enter me it felt so incredible, damn Robin you are amazing.

He pulled out, I wrapped my hand around his thick length, and started licking him and playing with his balls, I could tell he really  liked it especially when I deep throated him,

“Damn baby, I need to be inside you right now, he picked her and entered

“Yes baby that’s it right there, he made me come twice, he wanted me doggy style I turned over and he entered I quickly come with just a few strokes, founding his own release, he went to shower, I was to tired to move, that was the best sex I ever had and now I will never see him again.

Maybe this was a bad idea, the best sex in years and it’s a one night stand, he  thought to himself, she did things Sofia would never do and I did things to her Sofia would never let me do.

“ Hey are you okay in there?

Yes I am fine, just finishing up, listen if you don’t mind I would love if you stayed with me

I agree to stay, he went down to the  Boutique while I was in the shower, he brought me a nightgown and something for tomorrow, I told him thanks but my room is just 5 floors down.

I know but I wanted you to have them, he wrapped his arms around me and we both fill asleep.

____

It’s the next morning and he had already left, there was a note on my pillow

  I felt sad, I wanted so bad to see him this morning, I showered and got dressed, I already had 15 text from bridezilla and 2 from Jana, they were dying to know the details of my night, I didn’t tell them everything especially the feeling of hurt and abandonment.

Two months had flown by Jen and Chris finally got married she was already 3 months pregnant.

Jana, started dating a guitarist and one day he sit me up on a blind date with his drummer Mark

We met at the Irish Pub,  down the street from my home, he made reservations at a expensive Greek restaurant, we sit down and this cologne hit me in the nose all I could think about is that night in Vegas, how he touched me, I sure did miss him, I stood to see if I saw him, but the area was  private I couldn’t see past the border that was up, there was 2 people going in the waitress talked about how lucky this Sofia woman was to be marrying Mr. Dalton, lucky her I mumble, the waitress walks off.

A man I assume is her fiancé walks up and kisses her, they quickly step apart when a boy about 7 walks out, it’s something familiar about his look, I watch as she look like she has no clue about children, it looks like he’s about to have a meltdown, I get up and Mark tells me to just leave it alone its not my business.

“ Look thank you for the date but you are not my type, I get up and walk over seeing if I can calm him down, he says his name is Mason, nice to meet you, I want you to  be good for your mommy okay.

 

 Before he could speak the man tells me to get away from him, asking him  did I hurt him.

________

Sam

Sam stood on the top floor watching, this could not be happening she can not see me.

Sam sit in his car waiting on Carter and there she was, his heart started beating fast, he didn’t know why but that night was the best he ever had, the boys ran to the car, father ant Sofia made me cry and that lady was only trying to help, she wasn’t hurting me.

“I believe you buddy

The next few months passed, it had now been six months since Vegas,

“Bro what’s the matter? I mean you are about to marry a beautiful woman and you got two great kids, what gives? you act like you lost your best friend.

“ I did man my wife of 8 years who passed 5 years ago, don’t get me wrong Sofia is great but do we really fit, is she able to be a mother and her career, the boys like her mostly but sometimes she’s too hard on them there only 6 with their 7 birthday coming up soon.

It’s March 22nd the boys birthday, Sofia comes in with the boys gifts, she gives them a gift card to Neiman Marcus, the boys should start early on dressing better she says, they are our future.

After the celebration I take a walk, there was a girl in the park who looked like Katie, damn it why is something that happened 6 months ago even on my mind, Sofia text me she wants sex, its been over a year what gives is this really going to be my sex life;  I mean I can go 2 or 3 times a day and she wants twice a year. I text her back, I arrive at the penthouse, Carter already put the boys to bed, he’s like a second father to me and like a grandfather to my boys, I really appreciate what he do for us.

Sofia has on red lingerie and hills, I licked my lips damn this for me? She nodded, the things I could do to her she won’t let me.

No kissing, I can’t go down on her she won’t go down on me all she want is the D and me suck on her breast while I am inside her, we finished and the first thing she pulls out those disgusting cigarettes.

“I thought you stopped smoking? Please don’t lite that in here its not welcomed.

“I started back okay, my father is really driving me crazy, me trying to prove I am better then any man who has ever  ran our company including my father is hard work.

“baby I understand but smoking is not the answer

“Sam,  I will try to stop but I really need a smoke now, I thought Robin was coming by to at least see the boys.

“He probably met someone you know him, he meet someone and forget his name

Sofia blood was boiling,  “boo bear I got to go but I will bring the boys breakfast .

“Ok

Its late I shower and get in bed, I  can’t help but to feel something missing from my  life,

The next few days blows by and he has thrown himself into his work and working out, Sofia been off on business trips for her father and Robin has missed 2 days of work saying he was sick with the flu, he asked the family to stay away.

I start the process of looking for a nanny, I went though hundreds of applications, I selected my top 30 picks hoping one was right of cause the boys would need to approve, most of the women seem to come for me and not the boys, the other half couldn’t handle them, so I pick another 30

______

 Katie

My friend Jana got me an interview a Mr. Samuel Dalton next Thursday, I can rent out my apartment if I get this job.

I was walking in the park I see that couple again;  it would be nice if I had something like that, but I am still young (24)  is not a bad age to be single no children, let my mother tell it I should be married and on my second baby by now, the man tapped me on the shoulder

“Who are you and why do you keep showing up every where I am?

“ This is a public park, I was just jogging, and I was on a date at the restaurant, but your son was upset and all I was trying to do is comfort him

“He’s my nephew and you had no business trying to help him

“Look buddy if a child need calming  down. Then I will do all I can to help them, look please just go I have better things to do then to be following you, and my name is none of your damn business, and she walked off

“Rob who was that.

“No body.

I meet Jennifer and her now six week old son for lunch,

“ So what’s new girl? This little guy has all of my time now.

“Nothing new I have an interview next week at 10:30, for a  live-in nanny and I want to rent out my old apartment.

“I have someone, my brother in law, I love him but me and Chris just married and not to long had this little guy and Jason always there, look he has a good job, and he pays Chris 600 a week, how much do you want for the place ?

“Two thousand  a month, I hope he’s legit, I will set up to meet him if I get this job next week, I will let you know after my interview.

“THANK YOU,  finally we will have the  house to ourselves.

 

The week passed quickly,  now it’s the day before my interview

 

 I feel nervous it’s just a job that’s all, I got this I I love children, what is there to worry about, I talked to my dad, him and my mom divorced when I was 11

“All you can do is your best baby that’s all, if that job don’t work out, you’ll always find another.

“ Dad I been out of work a year now and its not even my field of work.

“My dear daughter do what makes you happy stop worrying about your mom, she’s on her second divorce need I say more.

“I know dad, if it was left up to mom, she would have me married with 2 children by now, hey dad I got another call.

“Okay baby I will chat later love you.

“Hello?

“May I speak to Ms. Monaco?

“This is her speaking

“Just a reminder you have a 10:30 appointment with Mr. Dolton, please bring 2 forums of identification it would be helpful if you had your background check already, but we can get your consent to have it done, you must have 5 references an at least 2 emergency contacts, and please be 15 minutes early, just some advice off record; Mr. Dolton has interviewed 50 other for this job, out of 60, while he is very sexy and handsome don’t come in here man- hungry you are coming for the children not him, I also ask that you  dress nice and be ready to go to his home to meet the boys if you get pass the interview part and good luck.

“Can I ask why would  you want to help me ?

“Look Mr. Dolton need someone who can handle the boys, either they want him or they don’t know jack about kids, I get a good vibe from you so I am going with my gut on this and don’t prove me wrong, if that’s all dear I have a few more calls? His  office is on the 10th floor.

 

We hang up and I feel confident, I eat dinner and have a glass of wine, make a few more calls, shower and head to bed.

“Hello Katie did you miss me?

“Robin yes I’ve missed you like crazy I want you.

“I want you too my love, I been thinking of you since we met and now we meet again are you ready for dessert?

“ Yes I would love some.

Her alarm goes off and scares her

“Dammit just a dream, its only 3am so I can get a little more sleep, I wake up at 8:15, I get ready. luckily this place just 2 stops on the train, its only 9:20 I stopped at Starbucks.

I arrive and go through security, once I get upstairs there is this beautiful lay out, the secretary asks my name and identification she tells  me Sam is in a meeting that’s running a little over.

By this time I am on my second donut because I am so nervous, she wave me over and tell me he’ll be another 5 minutes, I go wash my hands and follow her into his office, as soon as he started talking I knew it was him, what the hell is going on I thought, I got up to go to the door, but it was too late he had turned around;  now we stood face to face.

[caelumsnuff]

Hi hello👋 I’m the anon from a few days ago who brought up why guy gets a lot of uploads. I just wanted to say thanks for the nice response and also I didn’t think you were attacking Erik at all for the uploads or what not. I probably just didn’t word it quite right whoops I do apologize if it came off that way. And also i think it’s so fine to critique or be a little annoyed at certain characters getting more time than others (I say this as some one who loves Guy and I absolutely see yeah he’s gotten soooo much content recently) I guess I was just saying you know when it comes to uploads like Guy or even Ollie it’s usually attached to something else going on for Erik. And I say this not in a parasocial manner because honestly I just occasionally watch the podcast and stick to the audios, but as a Erik’s just a person kinda way. I know you yourself aren’t attacking him but some have because they see him a lot as just a content machine (which I’m sure anyone in fandom has seen happen soooo many times as well as the fall out from it)

This feels kinda rambley so I hope it makes sense somewhat😂 but absolutely you’re right critiques on stuff like characters or the story line are necessary and should occur, lord knows I will scream to high heaven that I deeply want Vega to come back and have some cool development in his story. So yeah TLDR I knew you weren’t being mean or anything I just worded weird lol

oh, okay! im glad i interpretted the ask in good faith in that case!

Yeah i think some people do treat him like that, just a machine to make content. Its the dehumanization at the crossroads of a parasocial relationship and idolization of the man. It's honestly saddening, like he really is just some guy :/

Also sorry for the late response, but you did end up getting your wish about Vega coming back!!! I have yet to listen to it still, but you should tell me your thoughts on it anyways!!! 💕

[the-firebird69]

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Our son and daughter say it looks like Michelob bottles it's exactly what they are and they were around back then and they're around now and the plants would have to be revived and turn back on and we're not sure exactly who would do that it's up in Wisconsin and it's probably not going to be started up there and don't think they care about it that we are entertaining as idea and we do know that the beer company name came from Hera and Michelob is a decent beer and it is from Milwaukee and it had decent water up there so we're trying to figure out what to do here and it's some ideas about relocating it some say Pennsylvania and some say upstate New York upstate New York this nice fresh cold water in some areas and people know it it would be a weird thing though and too visible so wondering what's all about and someone says it's probably not the same plant and it's a very good point this plant was in California and still there and it's still running and they probably don't go there cuz it's already happened it's an idea he had and still has and wants the the bottle shape and other but really he wants to make cheap cheap beer and bottle it in whatever bottles are around and put the same label on sort of and we sort of get something it would look like them it'll be us and we've been making money off it and now we get that just trying to say it and keeps changing what the hell is the idea here and also I get it so he's saying like a ridiculous amount of money like a quarter of beer we're at 40 cents at 40 cents would be less than three dollars and six pack and 12 pack would be about 10 bucks and there is a brand out there it sells for twice that much and I thought it was a real cheap beer it's like 14 dollars for a case and this would be about 10 bucks both of them are really cheap and he says wow we're not really that cheap and I suddenly get the idea so if we cut it down and mass produced and sold it up front like 20 cents a beer bottle that would be 24 * 2 which would be around $6 a case and it sounds too cheap so you have to raise it to $7 and something 88 cents he says and we get that we might do that and it might make a display for the store it's like a refrigerated display and the Pierce 25 cents and people can buy a single could be a freezer they put in and we pay them to put it in as an advertiser and I haven't sent us in contests on the beer bottles we kind of stuff that more like we're doing and you'd win this trip here win a restaurant dinner gift card for food and grocery store trip to Vegas trip to Vegas for very very popular I'm going to start doing that and he wants to do cheap cars we got kit cars and he says we can't do it he just give me him and Ken a truck with a coolers and I'll try and sell them and stick them in there and the sales people come behind them with the beer see where the contest you want a kit car and then send it to you and where the mouth gets around instead of brochure and these guys are saying sure that's a good idea it's like telephone but seriously that's how it works so probably start this idea sounds pretty good

Thor Freya

I'm all for this that's dangerous to encourage people to drink and he does say it it is dangerous but you need to hear these guys and see him and control it and we need to do it cuz the drinking anyways

Nuada Ariana

They might try and drink our stuff and do stuff to our people though so we have to be careful out how many places we put it in and monitor for real

Thor Freya

We're going to prove it on those conditions I'm going to meet about it though

Olympus

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Romanced! Male!Companions react to Sole/Lone/Six being unable to walk the morning after.

I’ve got M!Companions from FO4, FO3, and FONV here, but let me know if you guys want me to include anyone else at all! 

Might be just a little NSFW?

;)

Fallout 4 --

Danse: 

     Danse would feel absolutely horrible. After the initial flush on his cheeks at the mention of sex, his expression would turn to one of devastation. There honestly wouldn't be any sense of satisfaction whatsoever at having hurt you, and he would internally berate himself for not being as attentive to you, and as aware of your reactions as he should've been. That day he would tell you to take it easy and he would be at your constant beck and call in an attempt to make it up to you. He would spend all day beside you, working on cleaning and repairing your weapons and armor, engaging in idle conversation, and maybe listening to the radio. The next time you two are intimate he will be exceedingly gentle with you, and will take extra care to ensure you are more prepared for him before really getting into it.  

Deacon: 

     He would feel really bad to have hurt you enough to impact you like this, but also he would feel just a small twinge of satisfaction at having been able to do so. He'll do his best to take care of you after you tell him about it though, spending the whole day with you in bed, just chatting away, playing little games with you, like “two truths, one lie” or 20 questions and the like. When the time does come for you two to be intimate again, he'll have you take the lead a few times in a row to get an idea of your preferred pacing so he can replicate it better and hopefully not hurt you in the future. But, and he's not particularly proud of this, he will ask your permission to tell some of the others back at HQ what had happened. (He just really just wants to see the look on Carrington’s face, and prove a certain something to Glory about his anatomy. But, of course, he wouldn’t use your name if you didn't want him to. Discretion is this man’s forte, after all).

 Hancock: 

     Is it still considered aftercare if it happens the day after you've had sex? Well, whatever it’s called, Hancock would do all that he can to make up for how he had made you feel. He should know better after all by now, he would feel horrible and try to think back to the way you had reacted to some of his movements in an effort to pinpoint what exactly had hurt you so he could make sure to never do it again. If you wanted chems to numb the pain, he'll surely offer them, and besides that, he'll spend the whole day just looking after you. Holding you close, telling you jokes and stories, making you food, maybe giving you a message, just anything to make you feel better. And when you two are intimate again, he'll be sure to make it up to you. Big time.

 MacCready:

     Initially, he might feel a distinct sense of pride at having rendered you immobile with his vicious love, but once his brain wraps around the fact that you're actually in pain, he'll feel pretty bad. Maybe not as bad as he should, which he tries to hide, but it's pretty obvious given his little grin he has plastered on his face all day. But he’ll be sure to take good care of you, grabbing snacks and refreshments before curling up next to you with a couple of comic books, really just taking full advantage of the day off. From now on, when the two of you do have sex, he will try to prevent this from happening again by having you be in control for the most part, at least until he learns your body and its limits a bit better. He still might not completely ease up, but he’ll at least make it seem like he’s not as proud of what he’d done as he actually happens to be. And just a heads up, he may just bring up the fact that he was the one who “loved you so hard that you couldn’t walk” at every given opportunity, so just be aware of that.

Nick: 

     The poor old detective would feel dreadful, this was part of the reason he'd been hesitant to engage in physical acts of intimacy with you in the first place. Even if you assured him it was nothing more than some temporary soreness, he'd have trouble rationalizing being with you intimately for a little while. He would also take an easy day himself so he could keep an eye on you and get you whatever you might need. When you did manage to convince him that you would be okay to have sex again, he would be overly tender and gentle, just to make sure that you know how much your well-being means to him, and to assure you that he would never repeat the actions that had ended up hurting you ever again. As far as he was concerned, he wanted you to wake up feeling good after being with him, to feel satisfied and giddy and maybe just a little tired, but certainly not in pain. 

Preston: 

     Oh lordy, good luck trying to get him to touch you again after he finds out that he hurt you. Initially, his brain would send a little spark of pride to the forefront of his mind when you first told him, but his conscious self would instantly shut it down, disgusted by the fact that it was present at all. He would insist you take the whole day off and would try to keep up on his work while also looking after you in every way possible. You'll really have to work to get him to be with you intimately again anytime soon, as he'll be quite worried about you, and once you do manage to convince him, he'll be extraordinarily gentle and slow. He's very sweet, but you'll have to be patient with him as he pauses with every heavy breath you release, or gasp you take, or moan you utter. Even good noises are scary for him, but don't worry, he'll get back to his usual pace eventually, and now be extra aware of your every reaction to him; which, as it turns out, can be quite handy. 

X6-88: 

     The courser will be conflicted. On the one hand, you were aware that X6’s lovemaking is rough, you've known that from the start, so the two of you wouldn’t be unused to scenarios like this occurring. However, for it to have escalated to physically impairing you enough to prevent you from walking… that made him feel an ache of regret in his chest. Luckily, X6 doesn't miss a thing, and likely will recall which aspects of the night had led to this specific outcome, and he would try to eliminate those factors from future interactions. As for now, he will ensure that you are safe, and as comfortable as possible; he will guard you as you take the day to rest, and will fetch you anything that you require. Normally, when you were hurt, he would recommend paying a visit to the Institute medical facility, but in this case… he would rather try and help you himself if it comes to it. You’re not entirely sure if it’s because he’s embarrassed, or just possessive over certain areas of your body now, but you’d say his crimson cheeks were a bit of a giveaway.  

Fallout 3 --

Butch: 

     On the outside, he would be the prime example of the sympathetic boyfriend. He would apologize and spend the day cuddling with you, playing with your hair, eating snack cakes and drinking nuka cola. On the inside, however, he would feel a certain sense of fulfillment, and would have to consciously hold back the wicked grin that threatened to spill onto his lips at the thought of his lovemaking being wild enough to make it so that you couldn’t walk. He certainly wouldn’t actively try to do it again, but he also wouldn’t necessarily try to prevent it from happening, so just be prepared for anything. But whether or not he’s successful in making you sore again, he’ll fully dedicate himself to caring for you afterwards, ensuring that you’re comfortable and content in his arms at the end of each night. 

Charon:

     The ghoul can’t say he’s surprised, he did warn you that this might happen, after all. His previous sexual experiences have all been initiated by past employers, so most of them have ranged from pretty negative ordeals to downright violent encounters, and though he'll try to leave that in the past, it's tough for him to let go of it completely since it’s really all he knows. That being said, he will still feel bad about hurting you, and will really try to take more care the next time the two of you are intimate. You'll have to work together on communication and focus more on foreplay in the future, but Charon aims to please, and would never purposefully try to hurt you (unless, of course, if you told him you were into it ;). 

Jericho:

     He’ll honestly just grin nice and big when you tell him. Sorry. If you wanted tenderness and sympathy, you should probably look into being with someone else. Jericho would consider this to be an achievement on his part, and assure you that this was a sign that the two of you had really done it right. He might complain a bit about having to stay in for the day, but that doesn't mean he won't still take care of you, in his own sort of way. He'll offer you a drink (or a few), or a cigarette (or a whole pack), and would probably just end up falling back into bed next to you and taking a nice, long nap at your side. He wouldn't really promise to change anything the next time the two of you have sex, but he might try to reassure you that it will get easier with more "practice."

Fallout New Vegas --

Arcade:

     Oh, he would definitely laugh, because it's a joke. Obviously you're joking with him… right? No!? But-- how? He would be confused by this, and too busy thinking through what he possibly could have done to make you physically unable to walk, to actually address the issue. Once he snaps out of it, he'll ask if you're okay and try to keep his snarky and sarcastic quips to a minimum for the day. As much as Arcade loves giving you a hard time in general, this time he'd be too embarrassed to bring it up. In the event that you do mention it, you'd best be prepared for the pink hue that would adorn, not just his cheeks, nor even his face, but his entire body. When the two of you do have sex again, Arcade will be happy to let you take the lead so you can better control the pacing and keep from hurting yourself at all, (which really is just a win-win scenario, considering the fact that he really prefers you being in control anyway.)

Boone:

     His brows would furrow at the news, barely noticeable through his sunglasses, but he would simply set down his rifle and bag and settle back into bed with you. The ex-soldier would curl his arms around you and stay beside you for the remainder of the day, rubbing his arms along your body comfortingly. He’s not big on small talk, but Boone would love to just sit and listen to you ramble all day long. When the evening comes, he’ll be sure to get up and make you both dinner before encouraging you to go to sleep early. Despite his stoic exterior, he's actually quite the tender caretaker. The next time you two are intimate together, he'll consciously focus on being more gentle and controlled with his movements, and certainly won't be shy in making sure you're properly "prepared" for him when he does get a little more rough. 

Raul:

     Aw, the poor old ghoul would feel horrible about hurting you, the ridge above his eyes would crinkle upwards as he flashed you a sympathetic smile. He'd be a little embarrassed about it as well, feeling like it was rude of him to let his self-control slip enough to have ended up hurting you. He'd take care of you for the day, taking the opportunity to tidy up your living space as he chats with you about anything and everything, telling you stories of his life from before the bombs dropped, teaching you some words in Spanish, and telling cheesy jokes to make you laugh. He would give you a bit of time to recover before agreeing to sleeping with you again, and this time he would suggest either you taking the lead, or using a safe word in case his control started slipping again. 

[mrsmaybank]

Crushing - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

“Reid, stop giving JJ’s intern bedroom eyes. It fuckin’ weirds me out.”

A/N: I love baby genius, season one Reid so much. I wanted to give him a soulmate. Soulmate is you: shy and also a baby genius. Okay, thanks for reading. This was honestly just for me. 

CW: Implied Smut, Mild Cursing, shitty writing 

“Who...Who is that?” Dr. Spencer Reid, debatably the wordiest boy Derek Morgan had ever met, was suddenly at a loss for words. Maybe it was your perfectly sculpted face, your shoes, the copy of The Kreutzer Sonata held to your chest, your chest, or maybe a mix of it all.  Whatever it was, at sight of you walking through the office doors, he was stripped of his ability to speak. 

“That’s JJ’s new intern.” Morgan said plainly, before noticing the completely enamored look on his friend’s face. “What, pretty boy?” Reid couldn’t even be bothered to reply. He was too busy studying every detail of your frame. 

“You think she’s cute or something kid?” Morgan playfully jabbed his shoulder, Spencer’s face instantly flushing an embarrassing shade of red. 

“What?!” He shrieked, “I-no! That’s not..No!” That’s a lie. 

“I just..I didn’t know JJ was getting an intern.” That though, was true. 

“She’s supposed to be pretty impressive. Let’s go meet her.” he started in the direction of the coffee stand, where you and JJ had begun chatting. Before Spencer could protest out of his shyness, he was being dragged along. 

“Morgan,” JJ smiled, “Spence,” she nodded in his direction, “This is Y/N Y/L/N. My godsent savior.” JJ beamed in your direction.

You smiled more sheepishly then you would’ve liked, muttering a “Hopefully.” that got a laugh from Morgan and a “Oh, please.” from JJ, but nothing from the man in the glasses. You did your best not to read into it. 

“Derek Morgan.” the muscular agent extended his hand to shake yours, an offer you timidly but happily accepted. 

The taller, lankier, younger, incredibly cute man next to him stuffed one of his hands in his pocket and shifted uncomfortably with a small wave, “I’m uh, Doctor Spencer Reid, oh! Uh, you don’t have to, uh call me Doctor. No..” He shook his head, “Just Spencer is fine.” He looked at you with wide eyes that sent butterflies berserk in your stomach and swiped his tongue in between his lips that only made them go crazier. JJ had told you all about the team. About the magnificently brilliant Dr. Spencer Reid, his 3 PhDs and eidetic memory, and all the other quirks you’d have to know in order to work with him, but had failed to mention how utterly hot he was. You felt a crush hijacking your system already. Dear god. 

“It’s nice to meet you both.” Your hands gripped your book tighter as you shifted onto your tiptoes, “I’ve heard really exceptional things.” 

The conversation was set to continue, but Morgan and JJ were summoned by Hotch to the closed doors of his office. Leaving the resident genius and you starting at each other with tight lip smiles. 

Spencer started first, “The Kreutzer Sonata is great.” He excitedly continued, “It uh, it actually used to be a pretty bold book to carry around. After the work had been forbidden in Russia by censors, there was actually a mimeographed version that was widely circulated. Then in 1890, the United States Post Office Department prohibited the mailing of newspapers containing serialized installments of it too. Theodore Roosevelt even called Tolstoy a-” 

His enthusiasm was beyond endearing. You finished for him with a soft smile, "Sexual moral pervert.”

Spencer’s lips upturned in a smile. It was rare somebody in the office could finish his sentences. And he couldn’t help but replay the crass words being said in your soft voice. He felt a crush hijacking his system already. Dear god.  

“Most people don’t recognize it in the original Russian.”  Spencer heard you say. 

“Most people probably wouldn’t recognize it in English.” he retorted.

You laughed, “Yeah, you’re right.” 

Spencer wasn’t even kidding. “I’m not joking.” He shook his head. “It’s unfortunate how many people aren’t even vaguely familiar with Tolstoy.” 

“It is.” you agreed. “You went to Caltech, correct?” 

He smiled, “Yes.” 

“I almost did too. Decided last minute on Columbia.” 

“You went to Columbia?” he asked. 

“I just graduated.” 

“How old are you?” he asked before quickly correcting himself,  “I’m sorry! That was forward! I am not...I’m not trying to undermine your studies with your age, I promise. I’m just curious.” 

“No! It’s okay!” You got out fast. “I’m 19. I graduated high school a little bit early.” 

“Me too.” He smiled. “12, actually.” 

Your eyes went wide, “12?” 

“Yes, um, in a Las Vegas public high school.” He winced, but the self-deprecation somehow came out charming, “I uh,” His eyes narrowed, “didn’t go to a lot of parties.” 

That made you wholeheartedly laugh. “Me neither! I graduated at 15, which you know is the age everybody else starts. It created a really weird dynamic because the older kids in my grade didn’t like me, but the underclassmen my age really didn’t like me.” 

Instead of the laugh you were expecting, Spencer just gave you a pensive stare. 

“Um..I can’t see why. I think you’re very likeable.” The compliment would’ve been strange exchanged by anybody other than Spencer to you.

  “Wait till you get to know me.” You said it through a smile but so softly you were afraid he might not be able to hear it, but he did. 

And that was confirmed when he flashed you the most incredible, toothy grin you’d ever seen. “I uh, I doubt there will be any change in opinion.” 

“Well, um, I’m sure- I think! You’re very likeable as well Dr. Reid.” you said. 

“That’s what you say now.” He retorted in the same coy tone you had earlier. 

You shook your head, “You’ll find I can be insufferably stubborn.” 

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After two weeks, there was little Spencer could do to hide his massive crush affinity for you from the team. 

In the bullpen: 

You guys had locked eyes and were mouthing out exchanged of No’s and Yes’s from across the room. There was an ongoing half-serious dispute about whether or not Xanthippe slept with Plato. 

Morgan glided in his wheeled chair to whisper into Spencer’s ear. 

“Reid, stop giving JJ’s intern bedroom eyes. It fuckin’ weirds me out.” He said, shoving files into the cabinet below Reid’s desk. 

“I’m..I’m not.. I--what? Bedr--No!” Reid whisper-shouted back. 

On the jet: 

“Reid?” Gideon called Spencer, “Chess?” He motioned towards the board. 

“Yes, sure. Just give me a second. I’m almost done. I’m reading Infinite Jest. I don’t usually enjoy literature if it isn’t classic, even less so if it’s American. But..” Spencer smiled, “Y/N likes the author.”  He continued his fast-paced reading of the third-to-last chapter of the book. 

Morgan and Gideon exchanged glances. 

Even in front of you: 

You opened a sugar packet and began stirring. 

“De Revolutionibus Orbium Coelestium is still some of the best work on  heliocentric theory out there, I think. Copernicus knew what he was talking about!” You spun on your heels to see Reid’s face contorted in disagreement. You giggled, “Don’t give me that face! I’m right!” 

He took a sip of his coffee as to keep himself quiet. “Listen, cosmological theory is for…” 

But the pair of you were interrupted, it was Elle, standing behind you and in front of Spencer. 

“New skirt?” Elle asked as you turned, back now facing Reid.  She was pouring herself a cup of coffee too.

“Yes!” You excitedly nodded. “You like it?” 

Elle looked up and down, but not at you. The judgmental eyes were for the man behind you. She pursed her lips, “Not just me.” 

The only face redder than yours was Reid’s.

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Nights spent in a bar after a case that had dragged on far too long was nothing new, but the energy tonight was especially light. Gideon had refused, but everybody else was just relaxed, even Hotch, and the team just got happier at each other's happiness. It was great, really. As Hotch and Morgan sipped on whiskey, JJ and Penelope had already downed four sugary, colorful cocktails and were in a whispered fit of giggles. Elle and Spencer settled on a tamer option of an IPA Spencer couldn’t name. 

“SPENCER!” Penelope excitedly shouted, “Y/N is literally you! You’re both adorable! You’re both geniuses! You’re both young!” She drew on her rant, “And if you have a crush on her you should just tell her!” JJ’s eyes widened in embarrassment as she tried to cover Penelope’s mouth. 

Morgan and Elle erupted in soft laughter while Hotch cracked an uncharacteristically amused smile. 

“Spence, I swear, I didn’t say that! I just...I may have mentioned how happy you get every time she’s around! And how you guys can talk for literally hours!” JJ defended, her words slurring in silly drunkenness. 

Spencer rolled his eyes. This wasn’t the first time they teased him about you, and it probably wouldn’t be the last time either. 

“I don’t have a crush on her! We just….we like the same things! It gives us a lot to talk about.” 

“Yeah?” Morgan said through a laugh, “And what is it that boy and girl wonder talk about so much?” 

“Well, uh.. a lot of things. But I find she gets the most excited when we are discussing the theories of postmodernism, in that apparent realities are actually just social constructs and veritable realities are subject to change, and uh... we like to talk about linguistics….political philosophy….history... mathematic theory...and uh, oh! Doctor Who.” 

Spencer was blushing and spoke about you like a teenage girl did their boyband crush, and the team noticed. They didn’t even need to say it out loud. Spencer gathered from the way they looked back at him. 

“I heard she lent you a book too, Reid.” Hotch said before taking a sip from his glass. 

“Yes! She did!” He smiled, “It was her copy of Pale Fire. She has an impressive collection of 19th century Russian literature. All in its original dialect! Some of it’s even annotated, which usually would annoy me but since it’s her thoughts and notes I sort of find it endearing.” 

“Dr. Reid is endeared!” Greenaway shrieked.

“Yeah,” he nodded, pushing his glasses up a little higher on his nose, “I find her incredibly endearing.” 

“Y’all that sounded like a dorky love confession.” Morgan said as the team erupted in laughter and Reid’s head fell in a smile. There was no point in denying it anymore: He really, really liked you.

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Within two months, you and Spencer had finally put your shyness aside, and spent a very lovely evening at watching an orchestra at the Smithsonian Music,  and sharing noodles at your favorite Thai restaurant. And then you guys spent some time on your couch. And then in your bed. And then in the shower. And then in the kitchen. You were both very sexually frustrated. 

For the following two months, as soon as you both stepped out of the office, it was very, very hard to keep your hands off each other. Could either of you help it though? Teenage geniuses don’t experience parties, or football games, or clumsy sex. The time was perfect to make up for it. 

And you guys did. The sex part at least. “Football involves a lot of dirt. And germs. And sweat.”

“Oh my god!” you shrieked. His hands were in a place they found themselves more and more often: Your pants. 

“Does it feel good?” he asked, continuing his pattern of small circles on that particular bundle of nerves. 

“It feels great.” You nodded. 

“I uh, I’ve been researching the female anatomy.” 

You closed your eyes and nodded your head, but trying to focus on your boyfriends newfound intellect. “It’s fascinating, isn’t it?” 

He watched your undoing with boyish adoration and curiosity before swallowing, “Very.” 

“Oh fuck!” Your legs began to shake, “Spencee...I’m gonn--” 

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You and Spencer just understood each other.