Cause I'm a Sinner - S.R
a/n: have yall seen the tiktok of reece witherspoon saying sinner instead of singer, yeah, that's what this is inspired by lmaooo
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pairings: spencer reid x bimbo!receptionist!reader
summary: you keep singing the lyrics wrong and spencer has to fight the urge to correct you
warnings: fluffity fluff fluff, spencer reid being so cutesy, reader singing in the office like girl pls people are working
wc: 0.7k
You find yourself playing with a curl of hair, humming a song that's become a recent obsession. The checkered fabric of your dress kisses your knees as you fiddle with the bracelets that decorated your arm. You're ordering new office supplies and trying your hardest to update the inventory Excel. The numbers could be confusing, but you managed.
"I'm working late 'cause I'm a sinner," you sing softly to yourself, your toes a glossy baby-blue tapping along with the beat.
It had been looping in your head all morning, and now, you're making it everyone else's problem. It had become the backdrop to your day, a private concert for anyone who passed by where the notes are just a tad off-key, and the words probably jumbled.
No sooner had Spencer walked in than his eyes were on you. The song you're mumbling is far from accurate, but strangely, they seem to fit you perfectly. In his eyes, many things seemed to.
He lingered for a second, watching you intently as you typed away at the computer, completely engrossed and unaware of him. You were the picture of focus which was rare. He considered correcting you, but something inexplicable held him back.
His mornings were always brightened by this scene: coming in and seeing your always-smiling face, which was, without question, always pretty, stunning, gorgeous, beautiful. He had a lexicon at his disposal, but no word seemed to truly be adequate.
As the chorus rolls around again, the same, wrong lyric slips out. He watches, a smile tugging at his lips, finding an unexpected sweetness in the way you cling to that line--the one part he thinks you're certain of.
Finally, Spencer clears his throat, deliberately stepping into your line of sight. He likes the way you have an involuntary reaction to him--the slight parting of your lips, the widening of your eyes, and the faint blush that dusts the apples of your cheeks.
"Oh, good morning, Dr. Reid!" you chirp brightly, a little louder than the quiet of the office warrants. He doesn't mind, and he can't imagine anyone else does.
He's just standing there, looking...well, looking like he always does, which is to say, effortlessly handsome. The urge to weave your fingers through his hair is overwhelming, so you clench your hands into tight fists on your lap instead.
"I'm digging the tie today," you add quickly. "I like that quirky geometric pattern. It's very...you."
Spencer peers down at his tie, a flicker of amusement in his eyes--most things you said had that effect.
"A pentagon?" he asks, cocking an eyebrow. It's not often that his choice of tie garners attention, but your enthusiasm rubs off on him.
"Oh, yeah, that!" you exclaim, your eyes alight with a keen interest that makes the tie seem like it's the most interesting thing you've seen all day. It probably was. You tilt your head to the side like a curious kitten. "You're a little late, everything okay?"
"Just car trouble."
You nod, your smile solid and sure. "Well, I'm glad you made it!"
He nods in response, the corners of his mouth lifting into a soft smile. "I better get to the office, have a good day, yeah?"
"Awh, thanks, Spence! You too!" you replied.
You hadn't called him that before. It might have been something you overhead from JJ, but it hardly mattered. The way the nickname rolled off your tongue felt natural, leaving him momentarily breathless, a flush rising to his neck. Spencer turned to leave, offering a slightly clumsy wave that sent your cheeks into another aching grin.
But then, there it is again--that same misquoted lyric, sung with such innocent conviction. Spencer paused mid-step.
"You know I think it's actually singer, not sinner."
"Huh?" you blink, smile shrinking ever so slightly into a purse of confusion.
He was quick to reply, his eyes softening perceptibly as they took in the slight dip in your smile. He had kind eyes. It was one of the first things you noticed about him.
"The lyric," he says softly. "It's singer, not sinner."
You hand flies to your mouth as a giggle breaks free. "Oh my gosh, really? I've actually been singing it wrong all day?"
"Well between us, I think I like your rendition a little better."
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[ID: Art of a laidback humanoid alien OC, holding up a peace sign with a bright yellow, orange, green, pink, and black checkerboard-patterned skateboard propped on his shoulder. She has teal skin that fades to yellow extremities, shaggy blue neck-length hair with bangs that cover his eyes, a long tail, and short antennae. He has piercings and she's wearing a large black and grey striped t-shirt with a cross on it, a white long-sleeved shirt under it, black sandals, and baggy black pants with checker-patterned straps hanging off the side. She also has necklaces, bracelets, and rings. End ID.]
my awesome new oc lyler (named after lylers gorks), she/he
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make no mistake that emo/scene is a music based subculture because it is. But i feel like people are so quick to dismiss the "aesthetics" of it so quickly and regard it as something trivial and unimportant.
Scemo is art to me, both in music and in fashion and in visuals. Broken hearts and scratchy emo boy doodles with demon wings and slit wrists. crying anime wolves with swoopy bangs. checker boards and razor blades and poetry about how you are sad and alone because youre 13 and youre experiencing the horrors of the world for the first time in your life. scuffed up converse with fading sharpie doodles and that one thick rubber bracelet from hot topic thats about to snap from over use. overly complex blingees of skelanimals and Pon and Zi with glitter and rainbows and textures and screenshots of JTHM panels with lyrics poorly edited in the speech bubbles.
such a beautiful and unique form of self expression that you can only unlock by being your true authentic self that many people are bullied to grow out of lest they be labeled as tryhard fakedeep lolcows posted on r/im14andthisisdeep. but like you know what. it IS that deep! not many people stay making this kind of art for long. "its just a phase lol i was so cringe back then" well its not for me and it never will be. its so meaningful to me
u can be smug about the music all u want because i get it, its important to remember and acknowledge when discussing the subculture but dont act like the art isnt worth anything
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── welcome to miami
paring lando norris x reader, word count 367, genre fluff, authors note so happy for lando’s win and love love mclaren’s new senna livery for monaco, ( masterlist )
you stood in the papaya orange filled garage next to lily, oscar’s girlfriend. nervously biting your nails listening through the headset given to you. your gaze never tearing away from the monitors as the formation lap started.
you wore a sunset backless high slit design dress. an orange lily resting in your hair that’s up in a bun. a chain with his name clasped around your neck. a fan made bracelet with orange beads and monochrome letters that spell out ‘norris’ dangled on your wrist that was given to you when you first arrived in the paddock.
since lap thirty-three when lando starting leading the grand prix. despite, the excitement bubbling inside of you, you ignored it not wanting to jinx him in any kind of way. after five years of hard work he deserved it.
he’s 5.7 seconds clear out front with seven laps left before he passes the checkered flag first. it was always in the matter of time when not if. cheers and congratulations filled the mclaren garage. tears formed in your eyes as you happily cry in the arms of lily, oscar’s girlfriend. you hurriedly went to see lando on the podium beside of zak with the rest of papaya orange following shortly behind.
a tear slip from your watery eyes as you watch him ever so happy standing on the podium. packed behind the barrier you right up in front with zak behind you. not minding that you was the one cheering the loudest. a smile angled towards you from the podium as the national anthem played. gosh, that smile. he was shining, glowing as the sunlight shined on him. your phone held proudly up to allow adam, lando’s dad, see his son on the podium through facetime.
the promise you made after his first formula one race in the comforts of the melbourne hotel. you were very much so going to hold up to your promise. so, before you went celebrating that night in miami you made a stop at a tattoo parlor where you gotten the miami track and the date tattooed on your right shoulder in the longing memory of his first win and many more to come.
© JPNRIIKICORE, 2024
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Lazy stay at home days with heroes of Olympus boys headcanons
frank, Leo, Jason, Percy
Frank:
i think he probably has some post traumatic arthritis from all the injuries he sustained in the war (just like me frr except I wasn’t saving the world I was just weak) so while he usually likes to be active maybe go for a long run in the morning or go on a hike with you, some days he aches too much to do the active sort of date he prefers.
He feels guilty if he spends a day not actively being productive or working out so I think these are probably the only lazy at home days he gets.
I think likes to spend days at home days watching sports, or nature documentaries (getting new ideas of what he can transform into) while cuddling. He peppers lots of his own fun facts and dry humor in though. he’s not the best at cooking, as his grandma never cooked, they had a maid who cooked for the family. However, every now and then his mom would bake with him. but he still loves to cook with you. I think he likes to play chess, checkers, and other two person strategy games. Finish the day off with breakfast for dinner. Probably waffles with lots of fruit with some bacon or ham.
leo:
Leo’s ideal stay at home day with his partner? Probably playing Mario cart or Mario party. You, Him, A bowl of guac, an entire bag of tortilla chips. Sitting on the floor playing video games or building legos.. oh man he’d have every Star Wars Lego set. He’s in heaven. I think he lets you play with his hair too. He’s definitely a little spoon/sit on your lap/ lean on you not the other way around. he’s very skinny and pretty bony likely more so than you and doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable. Finish the day off with a fire in the backyard maybe some roasted hotdogs some 80s rock-n-roll CDs playing. I think he’d dance with you, not well at all but he’d try and you would just eat it up. Maybe watch some classic Mexican movies while y’all fall asleep- he’d like that. Tbh I think he just loves 80s comedies.
Jason:
Jason is like Frank in that he struggles to have a day to wind down without feeling guilty. You have to force him to just chill out for a day man. Even so I think his ideal day is pretty structured.
Wake up at 6am, make breakfast trying his best not to wake you up too. I feel like Jason loves him some steak and eggs for breakfast, bro was raised by wolves, he also can’t cook that many things… but he tries to make you something too. I think his love language is acts of service, so he makes you pancakes or a smoothie or just something simple that he knows is going to taste good.
He wants to workout or train so bad but he knows it’s good for his muscles to have a day off plus he can spend it with his amazing partner. Honestly what he’d like most is doing your hobbies with you. I think he just likes to see you smile.
Percy: Percy needs a day off bro and he knows it. Percy’s idea of fun? Build a pillow fort in the kitchen with a Blue blanket (bare with me), fish patterned blanket on the floor. Man makes the cozy pillow version of the tunnel room in an aquarium. Don’t tell me he doesn’t have one of them y2k fish lamps. He and and you hang out there for the whole day him probably with a shark stuffie in his lap. I think because Poseidon is his father he’s really good at doing sailor’s knots and tying nets, therefore meaning he’s good at macramé and friendship bracelets so I think he’s like to make bracelets with you. Maybe watch some Jeremy wade or romcoms on a lap top. Play some board games. Listen to an audio book while curled up together. Just a nice slow paced day is all he needs
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