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russellsppttemplates · 2 months

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I'm right here! (Oscar Piastri)

People seem to forget you're dating Oscar

Note: english is not my first language. Another Oscar piece 🫶

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"Do you think this will translate as well on the track though?", Phil, the head of the engineering department, asked as you showed him the latest set of data.

"Even with the interval we've set for changes, these numbers show it could improve performance, especially in race pace", you pointed to the calculations on the side.

"We would only have it for Miami, though", he reasoned, "we don't have enough time to get this done for Shanghai and I don't think it would be wise to test this in a track we haven't raced in five years", Amelia argued as you nodded in agreement, "but it looks promising - good job, Y/N", she patted your back.

"Would you feel comfortable talking about it in the meeting with Zak, Andrea and the mechanics? You have been the one working the most with this, makes sense for you to be the one taking point. Lando and Oscar should join you as well - I think they're doing something on the Sim", William mused.

"Absolutely! Yes, Oscar said he was driving a new set up and strategy Tom also wants to discuss in the meeting", you offered with a smile.

"Having insider information makes this easier - I don't have to check every single e-mail and wonder about things, especially Oscar's schedule", Amelia chuckled, rubbing your shoulder before she got up.

As everyone gathered in the meeting room, you set your laptop up so the latest data would be seen by everyone as you spoke about the changes, "we don't think nor expect this will be ready for China, but we're hoping to have the new package in Miami already - gives us enough time to work on it and the track there is ideal for us to have an idea of how this could play out for the rest of the season", you concluded.

"I agree - I think China will be damage control racing and we're accepting it as it goes", Andrea stated.

"We just need to get going with these then and also get the guys to try it out on the- Oh! Speaking of the devil", Zak chuckled as Oscar and Lando stepped inside the meeting room.

"So that's that, I think - thank you for all your work and let's hope we can bring some points next weekend", the British driver said before everyone scattered out.

Closing your laptop and getting your tablet, you held them against your torso so you could go and set them back to your station before lunch. You didn't make it very far as Oscar stood just outside the room, his hand snaking up your back carefully as he didn't want to startle you.

"Good morning, love", he smiled, kissing your cheek and walking with you.

"Morning, Osc", you kissed his cheek back, "how was training?", you wondered.

"Same old - went for a run this time, though, it was nice enough outside", your boyfriend offered as you reached your desk, tidying it a little bit before leaving to get some lunch, walking hand in hand.

You didn't expect to fall for a driver, especially after the relationship you had with Lando. You behaved like siblings, often pranking eachother, and it had helped you grow more confident around him and the senior staff when you felt you were all but a small intern. Over the years, you grew more comfortable as your ideas and pitches would get considered and tested, finally feeling like your place was well earned and that at the right time, the development would come to bring McLaren to the top where it belonged.

When Oscar joined the team, however, you didn't expect to feel the way you felt about the Australian driver. He was handsome, very shy and very kind and thoughtful as he sat all through the meetings as you explained the changes. Jeopardising your career was something you didn't want to do, but after some not so careful touches and glances, the team assured you it wouldn't be an issue in case you and Oscar were to pursue a relationship together.

"Here's my favourite team-mate! And she brought Oscar with her!", Lando joked as you sat at the same table as him.

Swatting his neck playfully, you sat down next to him so you could face Oscar as he put his tray down, "I will revoke new updates package from you and you'll be stuck in the midfield", you taunted before you started eating.

"Do you want to spend the night at my place? I need to sort a few things out still this afternoon, but I'm hoping I can leave on time today", you squinted your eyes.

"What do you mean on time?", Lando quirked an eyebrow.

"Yesterday, she got so caught up in the calculations, I barely got a text out of her when I asked her if she wanted to have dinner with me", Oscar chuckled as you held hands on top of the table, playing with his fingers, "what was it you texted me? 'I'm having a breakthrough' I think it was", your boyfriend offered.

"I did, though! Amelia checked it over and we might be onto something - I have to go to Race Base this afternoon so they can check them out", you shrugged your shoulders."We're spending the whole afternoon in the sim", Oscar checked with you, "when you get off, then we can leave together - how does that sound?".

Coming back to your place after you stopped by the supermarket, you set the bag on the counter and pulled out all of the ingredients you bought to make sure the dinner would be suitable and appropriate to Oscar's plan.

"I haven't had a proper cuddle today", Oscar pulled you to him, beggining to litter kisses on your forehead all the way to your cheeks and jaw, "I can't ever do this at the center", he mumbled against your neck, tickling you.

"We could, just where there are no other team members", you giggled before cupping his cheeks, "which happens to be nowhere most of the time", before you kissed his lips.

"I'm going to start working on the chicken", Oscar said after you stole a few kisses, "are you going to be in the Center for the race?".

"No, I'm travelling with the team", you smiled as you took the fresh pasta out of the bag, "which means we can spend more time together - and people will actually see us together", you mumbled the last part.

"People know we're together, love", he smiled, cutting up the last bit of garlic and tossing it in the pan.

"Sometimes it doesn't seem like it - they didn't see me in Jeddah and the rumours flew out of control", you wiped your hands on the kitchen towell before hugging Oscar's back, resting your cheek between his shoulder blades.

"You know how the media works - they see the smallest hint to something they want to see and then they're there", he offered, taking one of his hands to squeeze your hip, "you're the one here, aren't you?", he tsked.

"Where are you going?", Oscar asked as he saw you grab a tablet and push the chair back under the table, "I thought we could have some time together now".

"The stewards picked out eight cars at random to get checked over a few components - Mike and Barry are waiting for me", you offered, pecking his lips quickly, "hopefully they're just not messing around with our schedule because everything is supposed to be how it is!", you smiled before you started to walk out.

"I'll go with you, then", your boyfriend assured, "can't have you go to the wolves on your own when you can have company, beautiful".

Oscar walked up to the building with you, kissing your temple before you stepped inside, "I left some data from the sprint for you to look at, and tell Lando I also left a file for him with his tire deg - I told Will to do it, but he might forget!", you alerted before letting him go.

Knowing how long it would take, he went back to the McLaren garage, stopping whenever fans snapped a couple of pictures or autographs.

By the time you were back in the hotel room after the sprint and qualifying, Oscar went to the bathroom so he could have a shower, leaving you to lay on the bed and scroll through social media.

You looked at the photos the media team had posted, along with the stories where you could spot yourself in the background and spotted a few comments as you flicked through the carrousel of pictures, the comments under it weren't something you hadn't seen before.

Hear me out, Oscar and Elaine are the perfect match

I know, right? 😭 honestly, they need to get together! They would be so cute together

She's so polite and put together, but I get rhe vibe that she's really shy too, they would be perfect for eachother

Are we forgetting Y/N? aka Oscar's girlfriend

I still can't believe the people at the top have let their engineer date a driver

Y/N's way too out there, I call PR relationship

She couldn't even build a great car, I'm not sure why you would defend her

She was literally the reason the car and the turnaround last year and we started getting podiums?

These have been the best 12 months in terms of development, what are you on about? Just because she's with Oscar, you can't dig at her like that

The last few comments don't come up too often, but you had to admit it was nice when they did even if they did nothing to the way you felt.

The green eyed monster took over more times that you'd like. You work with numbers, probabilities and direct correlations, so it was hard to miss the reason behind how you were feeling.

"Why are you looking at your phone like that? You promised you wouldn't work once we got back to the room", Oscar warned, using the towell to dry his hair before he looked at you again.

"I'm not working", you mumbled, locking the phone and setting it on your stomach, pondering whether or not you should talk to Oscar about this.

"That long silence tells me that there is something bothering you", Oscar began, "I'm not saying you have to talk about it right now - I won't force you to -, but I'm here for you when you want to do it", he offered earnestly.

"I'm jealous of you and Elaine", you stated, earning a quirked eyebrow from your boyfriend.

"Me and Elaine? The communications' intern?", he looked for some clarification.

"Yes!", you answered loudly.

"We don't - I don't even spend that much time with her, what do you mean?", Oscar asked.

"I know you don't, but people online seem to think you should! First, it was that actress that McLaren invited for Abu Dhabi - the weekend where Natalie and Naomi kept approaching us because they wanted to chat and there was actual visual proof we were together after all the rumours -, now they're saying how you should go out with Elaine!", you admitted, "they're all saying you really should have someone and that she should be the one to go, that she has all the qualities you should look for and I-", you took a big breath in, "I'm literally over there, every single day of the races - in the garage, sometimes in the pitwall!", you stated, "I barely do any races from the Center anymore, so it's not like people forgot that I exist!".

"Love, I'd never do that to you - you're the only person I care about like that", Oscar replied instantly.

"I know you don't, but it hurts to see", you admitted, "comments people make about my boyfriend and how he really should start dating someone when our relationship is public - I'm there, I see them, they see me!", you let a tear fall down your cheek, "there's only so much I can do to make it obvious, Osc!".

Oscar sat down next to you on the bed, throwing the towell on the floor for the moment so he could pull you to face him.

"Y/N, I didn't know it was bothering you so much, I don't even notice all of that", your boyfriend craddled your face in his hands, thumbs wiping the tears that continued to fall and looking into your eyes.

"I never told you and I know you don't read all of the comments", you reasoned, "I just thought it would stop at some point! Everyone keeps saying that you should have someone and I want them to think I'm that someone - because I am!", you said bitterly.

"Is there something you'd like me to do? That would make you feel better about it?", Oscar combed your bangs away and behind your ears.

"What can we do anyway? Have you walk around with a t-shirt that says "I have a girlfriend - Y/N, the engineer"?", you scoffed.

"I will do that if you think it will help - throw in a headband with "Y/N's boyfriend" too if it helps!", he tried to pry a smile out of you.

"Don't be silly", you playfully shoved his chest before holding his hands in yours, "I honestly have no idea what to do, but I know I want it to stop without putting our jobs on the line", you pouted.

"Maybe an Instagram post from us then? Something chilled but serious enough so anyone can get the hint - and I wouldn't mind arriving into the paddock with you in the morning", your boyfriend suggested.

"Oscar, I have to be there way earlier than you need to", you argued.

"Then I'll be there earlier, I'll have breakfast there with you and we'll spend more time together in front of everyone - as much as you feel comfortable with", Oscar offered you an assuring smile, "I don't want anyone else the way I want you, I don't love anyone the way I love you, Y/N".

Smiling at the honesty and safety he was transmitting you, you kissed his lips, starting with small pecks before one last long kiss, letting your foreheads touch as you pulled away, "thank you, Osc, I love you".

The next morning, reporters were surprised when they saw the McLaren driver show up in the paddock so early, his hand laced in yours as they asked a couple of questions.

"My girlfriend had to come in earlier, so I thought I'd join her and see a little bit of the preparations", Oscar replied before you continued to walk to the McLaren hospitality.

"Is it bring your boyfriend to work day?", Anna asked after her usual morning greeting.

"He's always with me at work though", you squinted before giggling, "but I really need people to know he's mine and that I'm here!", you half joked.

#oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri fluff #oscar piastri fic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fluff

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missviviii · 5 months

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a/n: zayne my boo <3 im sobbing over the fact that the game killed off mc’s grandma and caleb 😭

ミ★ Love & Deep Space ミ★

pairing: zayne x fem!reader

warning(s): mentions of death, mentions of the explosion that killed mc’s grandma + childhood best friend (caleb) in game, spoilers(?)

Summary: Ever since that day, you’ve fallen in a deep, dark pit. Why did you have to be the one that they decide to destroy? Why did Caleb and Grandma have to die? Is it your fault they did? Zayne, as your primary care physician and a family friend, is concerned for your well-being.

“Sometimes, a small gesture is all it takes.”

The sound of the news on your TV, the thundering rain outside, the sound of the cars driving by your apartment—it all blurs out as you stared at the TV screen, eyes dead and unfocused on the news of the Wanderers attacking and the explosions. Some 22 casualties, two deaths. Grandma and Caleb. His necklace that you bought him as a goodbye gift when he left for the Aerospace Academy sits beside a picture of you, him, and Grandma on the coffee table, the cheerful smiles making you wished that you could revisit time.

Your apartment, once somewhat organized and clean, is now messy with things being knocked down and dirty dishes long discarded. You stare at the one last thing your Grandma left for you, some..tablet(?) with a final letter on it. You haven’t gotten the energy or the ability to open it. It pains you, seeing that you haven’t visited for so long yet when you do, this was the time her house had to explode right in front of you, flames engulfing the house and the only thing that remained was Caleb’s necklace.

“I miss you, Grandma..” You mumbled to nobody, rubbing the tears threatening to spill out your eyes as you glanced down at the item she left you with. Besides that, a small box of her old recipes of those notecards, and other small things that she had entrusted to you years before.

Around you was your laptop, papers and files on the latest Wanderer attacks around you. Yes, Captain Jenna dismissed you and said that you should take some days off to regain your energy, since you haven’t been getting the sleep or the energy you needed, but you just couldn’t.

Your door opened, yet you didn’t bother to look at who entered. “Still sitting in front of the TV?” A familiar voice spoke out, flipping the light switch on and shutting the door behind him. It was Zayne, a long time family friend and your primary care physician. “You haven’t eaten,” he bluntly says as he sets a bag of food on your table and walked into the kitchen. He bites back a sigh, knowing that you were going through a tough time, and people tended to discard everything and grieve and grieve their hearts out.

“Hello to you too, Zayne,” you replied as you shut off the news and got up off your sofa. You pile up all the papers and files you’ve scattered around and set them on the coffee table before you walk into the kitchen as Zayne is cleaning up your dirty dishes. He checks in on you whenever he’s free or when he’s off his shift. He looks back at you, only making a small hum of acknowledgment before cleaning up your dirty kitchen. You looked terrible—eyes red and puffy from crying, obvious eye bags, and the sparkles from your eyes were gone.

You yawn as you take out a bowl and some utensils for whatever food he brought in for you. You unpacked the bag as he cleaned up the dishes you couldn’t bother doing last week. Potatoes, avocado on the side, tuna salad, salmon and rice you said to yourself as you took out the food that he had carefully backed in those plastic containers for you. Then you took out the last thing. Cookie..dough? He remembered your favorite childhood snack. The kind of cookie dough you liked.

“Your grandma gave me a recipe for the cookie dough. She said that if she couldn’t make it, I should since it lightens your mood,” Zayne says as he puts your clean dishes back into the cabinet. He dries his hand off before walking over to you, watching how you stare at it like a piece of gold. Disbelief and shock were etched on your face.

Zayne puts his hand on your back, soothingly rubbing circles as you opened the container and took a bite. Your eyes almost brimmed with tears again. You could remember how your grandma used to bake in the kitchen and you’d always sneak a bite or two of the cookie dough, no care in the world if you could get salmonella.

“Thank..you, Zayne,” you finally said, turning around tightly hugging him. He was a bit hesitant at first, but he put his hand on your head, massaging your scalp as he looked down at you with a gentle look on his face.

“..You’re welcome. I miss her too.”

Zayne’s eyes looked away at the picture on the counter of your grandma. She didn’t have to go out this way.

#love and deepspace #zayne x reader #zayne x mc #vivi’s writing✫彡 #writing #i wanna write #x reader #fanfiction #for funsies #i almost cried #fanfic #my darling <3 #this game is so good #send me asks #love & deepspace #love & deepspace fluff #little bit of angst

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howtotwirlaknife22 · 2 months

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Hello!! I read that you're taking requests, and I would like to ask for headcanons: what would the GHOSTS boys think or how would they react to (any) user trying to put pacman ghost stickers on their belongings like guns, gear, and such?

Thank you and take as long as you want to write for this, it was a thought I had but have yet to draw or write it<33

Omg I love this idea! I also love this idea because I like to think a few of them (Keegan, Kick and Ajax specifically) were born in the 1980’s when Pac-Man first came out so they grew up with this kind of thing and would totally vibe with it.

CW: none! Fluff :)

Ghosts find Pac-Man merch on their gear:

Keegan:

So starting off, I def think this man was born in the mid to late 80’s so Pac-Man stuff would be nostalgic for him from when he was a kid.

Keegan notices one of the power pellet ghosts (dark blue ghosts) on his rifle and while he is confused at how it got there at first, he can’t help but crack a smile.

He knew it was you who stuck that on there, and he couldn’t bring himself to peel it off.

The ghost ends up staying there for about 5 months before he ended up losing his rifle in a firefight with an enemy team.

He was slightly bummed after that, he actually liked the little quirk it gave his rifle.

but once you gave him another? He couldn’t be happier about it. He made sure to take extra care of his new rifle this time.

Ajax:

I imagine him to be born in the early 80’s, so he was growing up with it once it came out.

During a ruck through a desert you had been stationed in, you, Ajax and your platoon had settled down for a quick rest.

Ajax felt a slap to the back of his helmet and turned around to see you beaming mischievously.

He raised an eyebrow and took his helmet off, turning the back of it towards him only to see the little red ghost “Blinky” on the back of his helmet.

He thought it was a cool addition to his helmet, and from that point forward he had given you the nickname “Stickers”.

He had the sticker on his helmet before he was kidnapped by the federation, and sometimes you still wonder whatever happened to it.

Kick:

This man…this man was born in the late 80’s and video games were his SHIT when he was a kid.

He notices something bright and shiny on his laptop one day and he narrows his eyes before he moves in to investigate.

The little blue ghost “Inky” was placed perfectly on the laptop’s cover.

He immediately got so excited, he finally had a good excuse to nerd out and explain how he used to play the games when he was a kid, how he played the original in arcades and eventually on his game boy.

The smile on his face when he noticed the little blue ghost was priceless, and he’d curse himself forever if something ever happened to his laptop specifically because of the sticker.

Hesh:

Hesh was born in the late 90’s, but he was still able to appreciate the old arcade games at the mall or at an old fashioned pizza joint from time to time.

He had left his gear out one day when he went to go and grab something to eat from the mess hall, only to come back to find the little orange ghost patch stuck onto his vest.

“Clyde” he mumbled happily, remembering the name of the little orange ghost. He held his vest up in front of him, grinning at it.

He knew exactly who did it, but he went to go and find you afterwards so he could ask if you had another that he could stick onto Riley’s doggie vest.

Logan:

He was born in 2001, two years after his brother, so he was also on the tail end of the hype for Nintendo games as they were starting to transition to DS territory.

(Running out of ghosts in the pac man series, saving the best for last so let’s just imagine there’s a yellow ghost for this HC).

Logan strikes me as someone who likes the color yellow (yellow by Coldplay anyone?).

He notices a little yellow ghost sticker on his tablet, and he was a little confused at first when he saw it. He knew the character looked familiar, however he still went to ask his older brother about it.

Hesh had informed him that it was a Pac-Man ghost, and had nudged him with his elbow as he gestured to you who happened to be nearby talking to another soldier.

“Guess who bestowed you with your awesome prize?” Hesh teased Logan. “Sunny.” Logan gently punched his brother’s shoulder at the name he gave him in reference to the ghost on his tablet.

Logan couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the little ghost though.

He looked on at you and cracked a small smirk. How did you know his favorite color was yellow?

Merrick:

Merrick is one of the older men on the team, I imagine him to be born around the mid to late 70’s, so he saw the craze start and end.

But he was never that into video games, so he never really got into the whole Pac-Man craze.

He noticed a little pink ghost painted onto one side of his headphones.

He was livid, not for the fact that someone had painted on his personal property, but mainly for the fact that he received the pink one.

“If you’re gonna steal my shit and paint over it, the least you could have done was given me the blue one. Not this girly one.” He grumbled to you.

“Sir, Pinky is a boy..”

Merrick gave you an intense side eye and had you on kitchen duty for a week.

Eventually, the pink ghost grew on him, and he couldn’t help but smile to himself every time he saw it.

“Y’know, you’re actually kind of cute when you’re vandalizing other people’s stuff.”

Elias Walker:

Elias is another older gentlemen on the team, so he was right up there with Merrick as far as seeing the craze start and end.

Since he was one of the OG ghosts, he gets another power pellet ghost.

He noticed a little blue ghost pin along with his other chest candy on his uniform, and he raised an eyebrow at this.

He wondered if this was one of his two sons doing, until he noticed that they both had a variation of one as well.

He ignored it for a bit until he caught Merrick complaining about his own one day.

You had been caught red handed.

However, Elias was secretly a master at Pac-Man back in his prime and couldn’t lie if he said he didn’t love the little pop culture reference.

He let it slide, and he kept the pin on a little tray in his room, feeling nostalgic of his youthful days anytime he sees it.

Bonus: Rorke

Rorke gets a Pac-Man pin, specifically for the reason that he hunts the ghosts and takes them all down.

Inbox is open, message me with any requests!

~💌

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peachii-keenii · 3 months

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SURPRISE DIGITAL ART

I finally got a laptop and although I don’t have my tablet with me, it has a touch screen so I can draw with my finger. What better way to practice a new medium than drawing the same character I’ve drawn 50 times now.

#eat up #I’m working on a drawing of Michael that I may or may not share #my art #henry emily #fnaf henry emily #fnaf #five nights at freddy's

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daedalusdavinci · 4 months

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24. superbat. this motherfucker JUST got to bed if any of u assholes wake him UP

24. Protecting your lover’s sleep as they doze on your lap, making sure nobody bothers them as they entrusted their peace to you. thinking about.... jlas superbat. i may not have followed this prompt to the letter but its very long so you get what you get at this point

It was just one of those days- one of those nights- one of those weeks- where one problem shifted right into the next without break, and they all found themselves running more ragged than usual. In the tower, heroes everywhere seemed sluggish and exhausted, running low on sleep and worn out from the last battle. Diana had tipped onto a couch and hadn't gotten back up again, and Wally had nearly passed out in the cafeteria, starting awake and drifting off again in the middle of a burger. After being pried away from the monitors, J'onn had gone straight to his room to sleep, and there were countless others who had followed his example.

Bruce was too stubborn. Clark was reasonably sure he'd been awake longer than anyone, but Clark could still see him typing away, doing god even knew what.

"I'll sleep when I finish," he said, before Clark had even said anything.

"I wasn't going to tell you to sleep," Clark said, taking that as his cue to approach.

"Yes, you were."

"I know better." Clark set a hand on the back of Bruce's chair, glancing briefly over the monitors. Logs, security feed, news reports- all of it a huge mess of information to sort through. Someone had to do it, but that someone didn't need to be Bruce.

Bruce looked tired. His shoulders sagged and his fingers hesitated, slow on the keys. He'd been drooping all day, attacking everything with the energy of a man on his very last leg. He'd sustained too many injuries during the fight. He'd been slow, and sloppy. He needed to sleep, but he'd never let Clark talk him into it if Clark let on that that was what he was doing.

"Can you do all this from anywhere?" Clark asked.

Bruce blinked slowly. "Not from anywhere."

"But from another computer."

"Yes. I have others."

"A laptop?"

"Yes." Bruce was eyeing him with suspicion, now, leaning back in his chair.

"Then you're doing it from there," Clark decided. "You can burn your retinas to your heart's content- I won't stop you. But I need company."

For a long moment, Bruce looked at him. Clark could practically hear the gears turning as he thought it over, taking longer to consider it than he usually would in his exhaustion. Then, finally, his gaze softened. He sighed, slumping back in his chair and rubbing his hands over his face. "Just don't watch one of your stupid cooking shows while I work."

"They're not stupid," Clark protested.

"Whatever." Bruce waved a hand, pushing himself up out of the chair. He hit a few more buttons, and the monitors condensed into the smallest screen, allowing Bruce to pull it off of its docking station. "Lead the way."

The tower had grown quiet and still with sleeping heroes. With his hearing, Clark could hear Booster and Ted's laughter from the cafeteria, but everywhere else had turned muffled and heavy with the air of sleep. People murmured back and forth to avoid waking up sleeping heroes in the commons, and most of the sleeping quarters were occupied. Somewhere, Wally got ready to portal home, while somewhere else, Oliver snored loudly. No one passed them on their way to Clark's room.

It was easy to get stuck on the fringes of his senses, listening to everything instead of whatever was closest. The need to keep an ear out for danger hadn't quite abided yet, and it left Clark feeling unmoored and anxious. Normally, it was a nuisance, but maybe this time it'd keep him awake long enough that Bruce would sleep first.

It was almost too easy to pile on his couch with Bruce. Normally, any attempt at getting Bruce to accept even a mediocrum of comfort resulted in a fight, but he sat without prompting, eyes never leaving his tablet. He didn't complain when Clark flopped down with a heap of blankets, even when Clark twisted to lean against the arm, swinging his legs across Bruce's lap. Somehow, they settled in like that; Bruce, on his tablet, and Clark, half-watching some nature show that was interesting enough, but not so interesting that it offended Bruce's sensibilities.

As the narrator droned on, Clark struggled to narrow in his focus. The lights from the TV flickered colors across the dark room, and it felt so quiet, surrounded by the suffocating vacuum of space. If he strained hard enough, he knew he could hear Earth, but he tried not to. He could feel each individual fiber of each blanket, and each snore in the building. The tap of Bruce's finger against the screen of his tablet felt obscenely loud. The constant shifting of his attention and the overwhelming amount of stimulus was exhausting, and he could feel himself sagging under it, so worn out that it was hard to hear the words coming from the TV. He rubbed his face, running through grounding exercises in his head to no avail. He wasn't sleeping, at least.

Bruce's hand came to rest on his knee. The pressure of it was enough to shock Clark out of his thoughts, but light, and gentle. Bruce hadn't looked up from his tablet, but his thumb tracked back and forth absently.

Slowly, Clark relaxed back into the couch again. His eyes fixed on the TV, but without really registering the pictures. He couldn't feel every fiber in the blankets, or hear every snore, but he was suddenly hyper-aware of that weight on his knee- a single point of focus that he locked on helplessly. It wasn't constant- every now and again, Bruce lifted his hand to tap the screen- but it always returned. Somehow, that caught Clark's attention more, leaving him waiting, expectant, caught on every detail of Bruce. The bracing warmth of Bruce's legs under his own, the vaguely ticklish stroke of his thumb, his breathing, steady and slow. Out of habit more than anything, he found Bruce's heartbeat, listening to the low thump of it until it felt like his own had slowed in turn. The familiarity of it was soothing, safe, protected, the reliability of the Batman unexpectedly grounding after so long.

His head slipped off his hand, and he started, eyes opening. He hadn't realized he'd closed them.

"Seems like I'm not the only one trying to stay up," Bruce commented.

"I'm not," Clark said. Although, maybe he was. He frowned through the haze of exhaustion, trying to focus on the TV.

"The life and death of a sea star are just that riveting," Bruce said, teasing under the deadpan.

"Shut up," Clark muttered, and shifted again, re-propping up his elbow on the arm of the couch.

It was difficult to understand how Bruce stayed awake. Without the cowl, the bags under his eyes were dark and deep, his expression something beyond exhausted. And yet, even now, wrapped up in blankets and secluded in the quiet comfort of Clark's room, listening to the soothing drone of a documentary, he tapped at that stupid tablet. Clark was beginning to doubt his ability to outlast him. The restless discomfort that had kept him awake earlier- his ace in the hole against Bruce's stubbornness- was fading into a sleepy warmth all too quickly.

And then, Bruce started to hum.

Clark could count on the fingers of one hand how many times he'd heard Bruce sing. Diana had once told him that Bruce had a voice so beautiful it could make a villain weep, but Clark had only ever heard it rarely, and never meant for him. It was a quiet lullaby, murmured to a baby that wouldn't stop crying as Clark searched for the mother, or a hum, pressed against Robin's hair in the aftermath of fear toxin. It had always felt like something he wasn't meant to hear. Now, through the ridiculous fog of exhaustion, Clark thought of sirens, calling soothingly to sailors from a distance.

Bruce's humming was soft and low, just under his breath. The tune was impossible to place, but haunting, and mournful. The sound of it seemed to vibrate through Clark, blanketing his senses until all he could focus on was just Bruce. Bruce was warm. He was safe, and close, and so confusingly present, as reliable as the tide. Time seemed to turn fluid, listening to that soft song, and Clark's eyes closed without his permission, just listening.

When Clark next opened his eyes, it was dark. The TV was off, Bruce's tablet forgotten somewhere in the tangle of blankets. His neck should've ached from the arm of the couch, but his head was on the cushions, propped up by a pillow. How Bruce had pulled that off without waking him, he had no idea.

Bruce was a warm weight against his chest, breathing slow. Judging by the awkward positioning, Clark doubted he'd meant to fall asleep, knees still jammed under Clark's own and cape still on. One of his hands was tucked against Clark's side, his face hidden between his own shoulder and Clark's sternum. It was... sweet, really. To have Bruce feel comfortable enough to sleep was a unique privilege, and one rarely afforded.

Clark hadn't outlasted him, in the end. But Bruce was sleeping, and as Clark let his eyes drift shut again, he allowed himself to consider it a win.

#superbat #superman #batman #bruce wayne #clark kent #tumblr drabbles #justice league animated series #justice league unlimited #asks #ashysiashy #uno reverse card clark gets taken care of trying to take care of somebody #i think he needs it.#its good for him #anyway idk if this is a good place to end this but im sick of looking at it and i have other prompts to get to

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artsyspinch · 9 months

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Four years ago, I drew my first ever finished digital art piece, using a Huion 420 tablet off of Amazon, and Krita. I was so proud of it, I showed it off to my friends and family on instagram, and I didn’t think I could get any better than this. Fast forward to the next year, and I drew it again, just to see how much better I could make it.

This time I used a Wacom tablet with Krita. It was one of the cheaper ones, but still an upgrade. I was even more proud of this one, but I wasn’t really that happy with it. I didn’t like how Papyrus turned out, and it seemed so awkwardly spaced and posed. I knew I still had more to learn, and I rushed it, since I didn’t think I could do any better. I then decided to redraw it again the next year.

This time I used Ibis Paint X and a small stylus on my phone. I was ecstatic with how this came out. I thought this was the absolute best I could ever do, but I still had little nitpicks about it. Again, I struggled a lot with drawing Papyrus, but this time I was also unhappy with the colors and shading, and how Sans was drawn (I have no idea why I made him thicc). But again, I redrew it the next year.

This one was a huge confidence booster for me. I had just gotten a brand new laptop from my parents: A Lenovo Yoga, with a Wacom bamboo ink stylus. It was the best gift I ever received, but on top of that, they got me Clip Studio Paint PRO. So I was ready to make some good ass art. This time I sketched everything out on paper, then finished it in CSP. I even attempted a background, which didn’t come out too bad. Papyrus doesn’t look horribly off model, and the poses and composition overall was just better. I used a clean sketch for the lineart, since that was a big struggle with my previous versions, and I used colors other than black and white for shading. After I made this, I felt like I didn’t need to continue redrawing it, because I thought I was at my peak.

I redrew it this year.

I used my Lenovo Yoga, but this time I had a Wacom bamboo plus, and Clip Studio Paint EX. I added more characters, and took a little bit more inspiration from the original, but I mostly wanted it to feel more alive. I finally perfected how I draw Papyrus, and Toriel, Asgore, and Frisk aren’t statues anymore. I showed off what I’ve learned about lighting and shading, did actually clean lineart, and I even did a full background! I’m so proud of this, and so happy with how far I’ve come as an artist, and I can’t wait to see what my future self draws next year.

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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A Dangerous Game Ch 18

Emily Prentiss x reader Warnings: language, major alcohol consumption, more terrible coping skills, toxic exes, usual case work.

The next morning in DC was a bit of a whirlwind and Emily was kicking herself for sending the majority of her team off in the field, although the Dewald case was more of a need to know situation at this point. Her and Rossi, along with Will’s team and a SWAT team burst into both the warehouse and apartment Garcia had tracked down promptly at nine am. They found someone in the apartment, but it wasn’t Dewald, a potential new accomplice that they promptly brought in for questioning. They searched through the entire space, bagging up a couple of tablets, a laptop and a burner phone for Garcia to crack through. Over at the warehouse they found most of the more illegal stuff, a second laptop, surveillance equipment, souvenirs from previous killings, a fishing knife kit and a crate with two (thankfully alive) cats.

While it wasn’t as successful as Emily had been hoping, she knew that Garcia would be able to work her magic and find something that would lead them straight to him on the electronics. She gave the order to get everything over to the BAU asap so they could start searching.

Across the country you and Derek buckled up for another day of hell, him insisting that you at least get half a bagel into your stomach. You only agreed because he was withholding caffeine until you did so, grumbling as you finally got into the car. Shortly after lunch you were sent a blessing and Skylar was called away to an arraignment and you were finally able to slip from under her thumb and actually get some time out in the field following a couple of leads that had popped up that morning.

The next five days went on just like that while you continued to work the case. Derek watched as you struggled to continue treading water, barely managing to keep yourself above the surface. Skylar just got more and more under your skin with each moment you were forced to spend around her. Your resolve had started to crumble, where you once would get fiery, fight back, you started to just submit, agree that she was right, apologize and move onto something else. She somehow managed to corner you at least once a day if not more, catching you alone in an attempt to persuade you into dinner or drinks.

You knew the only reason you could still breathe was because Derek was being your life preserver, managing to slip into conversation, shutting down Skylar’s moves. Managing to track you down, saying your phone was ringing, or that he’d found something, or even that it was just time to go for the day. He let you have your space, alternating his running times from yours so you’d have some time in the hotel room to yourself, knowing each time he returned by the redness in your eyes you’d been crying. He never once scolded you or shamed you, never tried to wrestle a cigarette from your fingers or force you to leave the hotel bar. He was simply just there, making sure you were still afloat.

The two of you had managed to escape the precinct for lunch on Friday, Derek trusting your choice of a local diner that had been one of your favourite spots when you lived there. He was relieved when you were actually eating the burger you’d ordered, rather than just picking at the fries. Conversation was limited, mainly shooting ideas back and forth about the unsub, but you were finally perking up being away from Skylar and knowing you were close to closing your case. An alert in his phone went off, he glanced toward it and smiled before swiping it away.

“Savannah?” You asked over a bite of food.

“Nah, well, kinda. I have flowers delivered to her apartment every Friday, just the delivery notification.”

“Gross.” You groaned, rolling your eyes and he laughed.

“Hey, I never asked about the date with Maya, that was what? Two weeks ago? How’d it go?”

“Ugh…” you dropped your head into your hands, running them over your face.

“That bad?”

“No.” You huffed. It wasn’t Maya, and honestly the rest of that Friday had been wonderful. It was the aftermath in the following couple of days that seemed to all start that night. The last Friday you’d spent with Emily, the following one she’d sent you across the country. Thanks to your lack of sleep and focussing on the case, you hadn’t even realized it was Friday until Derek brought it up, “she was fine, cute, nice, we just didn’t mesh. And the restaurant? Geeze! Way too fancy.” Derek chuckled.

“I always tell her she goes too big on the first date.”

“Yeah? You should tell her to let her dates order for themselves.”

“Oh god.” He winced, “I thought she’d stopped doing that. She just likes to try and impress.”

“Not my style.”

“Noted.” He grinned at you and you rolled your eyes.

“If you’re about to say something about next time, I will shoot you right here in this booth.”

“Okay, okay.” He surrendered.

Your phone started buzzing on the table top and both your eyes glanced toward it as you reached for it, the conversation was brief and Derek watched your body tense while your free hand dug out your wallet before hanging up and turning to him.

“They spotted our guy, we’ve gotta go.”

That evening a very tired Derek returned to the hotel room, taking advantage of the alone time to soak in the shower and relish in the fact that you’d caught the unsub. It was only a matter of last minute paperwork in the morning before you could head back home. He tossed on some pyjamas, flicking on the tv as he cracked one of the beers he’d picked up on his way back. Settling against the headboard he got comfortable, picking up his phone and scrolling mindlessly for a bit, chatting with Savannah and the promise of weekend plans once he was home. End credits of the movie that had been playing began to roll across the screen and he shook out of his trance, picking up his phone again to dial Emily’s number.

“Prentiss.”

“Hey, sorry it’s late.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m still at the office.”

“You get your guy?”

“Unfortunately no.” She sighed, “Will’s got guys monitoring traffic cams, Garcia and I are going through mountains of tech we found during the raid. Wouldn’t be surprised if we’re here all night. You get your guy?”

“Yeah. Wilson did one hell of a job talking him down, I was impressed.”

“Can I talk to her for a sec?”

“She’s not here.” He replied and Emily sighed into the phone.

“You know, for an FBI agent she sure runs a lot at night.”

“Easier to clear your head before bed.” Derek offered with a chuckle, “but she’s uh… she’s out with Carver.”

“What?! Morgan! I told you to”—

“I know, I know. Carver’s been pestering her all fucking week about it, coffee, drinks, dinner, lunch, letting her drive her back to the hotel. It’s been a lot of pressure. Wilson said something to me about trying to distract herself cause it was Friday and then said to her, and I quote ‘if I say yes to one fucking drink will you leave me the fuck alone?’ She’s probably already back downstairs at the hotel bar.”

“Okay.” She let out a weary breath, “tell her I said good job when you see her? She hasn’t picked up her phone all week.”

“Yeah she thinks you’re still pissed about her little field trip.”

“I figured. Thanks for keeping an eye on her, I’ll see you guys Monday.”

“Yeah. Night.”

“Night.”

Emily hung up the phone with a groan, pocketing it and picking up the two mugs on the counter in front of her before winding her way through the halls of the BAU until she was entering Penelope’s bat cave.

“What can I help with?”

“You’re still here?” The blonde turned in her chair, a surprised expression on her face as she accepted the coffee.

“May as well distract myself with work.”

“Hey… just cause we didn’t catch him today doesn’t mean he got away. He’s still in the city, we’ve just gotta figure out where.”

“It’s not that.”

“What’s up buttercup? Derek said their case was an easy close.” Her head tilted in Emily’s direction who let out a sigh over the rim of her cup, choosing to ignore the blonde as she picked up a case file. Penelope let the silence take over, returning to the deep dive she was doing through Dewald’s phones. Three minutes later Emily finally spoke.

“Wilson’s out with her ex….”

“Okay, so?” Garcia raised a brow, “they’re out for a drink. Carver’s a toxic pos who hurt her like hell, who lives all the way across the country, and you my fine furry friend, live right here in DC. There’s a pretty big bonus in your column and some very large cons in hers. It’s one night, if they sleep together, they sleep together.”

“I don’t want them sleeping together!” Emily absolutely was jealous, she knew she was jealous, she could feel the burning in her gut, the similar burning that had been there all week, causing her one hell of an acid reflux flare up. And by the look on Penelope’s face, she knew it too.

“Hmm… looks like you’re finally admitting it to yourself. You know denial’s not a good colour on you.”

“I hate you sometimes, you know that?”

“You love me.” She grinned, leaning in to kiss the other woman’s forehead.

“Get back to work.” Emily scolded, pushing Penelope’s chair so she rolled back to her workspace with a small giggle.

“Alright boss.”

It was nearly one thirty when Derek heard something thump against the hotel room door, a slight fumbling of the door knob before the lock finally beeped and you tumbled into the room. You teetered a bit as you shoved off your shoes, dropping your coat and bag down onto a chair with a hiccup as you struggled to get your phone out of your purse.

“Must’ve been one strong drink.” He teased from his spot on the bed and in your attempt to spin around and scowl at him you toppled to the side, tripping over one of your shoes and landing with a ‘humph’ half on his bed half on the floor. “Okay baby girl, let’s get you sorted.”

He slipped off the bed with no worry, wrapping a secure arm around you and guiding you to the edge of your bed. He grabbed a make up wipe from the basin and you grumbled, tossing it to the ground with a pout and he huffed, shaking his head.

“Alright, leave it on. You wanna change or no?”

“Jus lemme sleep…” you slurred, avoiding his gaze as you looked to the floor and he could see your shoulders slumping already and was pretty sure it wasn’t from the alcohol.

“Well you’re gonna be uncomfortable enough in the morning, can we at least get you out of your jeans?” He asked and when you looked up you stuck your tongue out at him,

“Pfffffffttt.”

“Fine, you leave ‘em on.”

“No.” You whined, fingers fumbling with your belt before you huffed loudly looking back up at him, “help?”

He couldn’t ignore the misting of tears in your eyes, pausing a moment before talking you through what he was going to do, not wanting you to freak out any further. The moment the denim was kicked off your legs you crawled your way up the bed and shoved yourself under the blankets. He turned to the mini fridge,

“Hey,” he nudged at your shoulder, “drink some water for me, please?”

You grumbled at him in response, only taking the bottle after he’d raised a brow in your direction to take a couple of smaller sips before tossing it to the nightstand and flicking off that light. You shifted under the covers, pulling them up to your chin and rolling onto your side like every other night, your back to Derek. The tv was still on, but he turned the volume down, his eyes drifting between it and you.

It started out as small sniffles, shaky breaths as you tried to hide it from him, if you hadn’t been so drunk you would’ve been incredibly embarrassed and likely tried to go hide in the washroom. But your sorrow had you paralyzed to the spot, unable to feel anything but the tears running down your cheeks. You couldn’t hold it in, a wavering gasp forcing its way through your lips and that was the breaking of any resolve you had. A moment later and you felt the bed shift with Derek’s weight, cold air on your back as he shifted the covers, sinking in behind you and wrapping his body around yours, tucking you under his chin.

“Roll over.” He urged gently, nudging at your shoulder until you did, knowing he wasn’t going to move until you did. He tucked you into the crook of his neck as you cried, kissing the top of your head.

“You…” you hiccupped “yo have a girlfrien.”

“And you don’t like dick. She won’t care.” He murmured, one of his hands reassuringly rubbing at your back, feeling you nestle closer to him, “you need to let it out. It’ll be okay, I promise princess.” He was surprised when his reassuring resulted in a louder cry from you, your body shaking in his arms.

“Don call me that… please.”

“Okay, okay, sorry sweetheart.” He squeezed at you softly.

“She… she usta call me that.” You cried, struggling over your slurred words, “an’ now she hates me! She hates me… and I.. I... can’t stop loving her.”

“Skylar?”

“No!” You half coughed half hiccupped and he pulled back a bit, worried that you might be about to throw up. You glanced up at him, tears pooling in your reddened eyes, mascara streaked down your cheeks, “Emily…” you sobbed again, burying yourself into his chest, “thought… she cared.” You shook against him, “an’ she broke me. But.. but I still love her. M’so stupid.”

You collapsed against him and the bed, cries muffled by the pillows as your body continued to tremble and Derek let out a sigh, holding your tighter to him. A sense of realization washed over him, he’d been right about it not just being work, but there being some kind of crossover between the two issues. He pressed another kiss to the top of your head, rubbing at your back as your cries started to get quieter until you’d finally sobbed yourself to sleep.

Emily had fallen asleep, her head in her arms on Penelope’s desk when her phone buzzed once, then twice, then a third time and she finally roused from her slumber. She picked up the device, squinting at it while she blinked to be able to read the screen.

“They find something?”

“No. It’s my doorbell cam.”

“You live in an apartment.” The blonde replied with a chuckle.

“Yeah, the super let it slide considering I’m FBI. I installed one over the buzzer.” Suddenly her phone began ringing and she nearly jumped, fully waking up, “Oh my god! Its him!”

“What?!” Penelope jumped into action, her fingers dialing DC local pd’s number.

“It makes sense, he’s been outside my place every Friday for months.”

“So go!” The blonde urged her, it was far too early to really be able to function, especially considering they’d been at it all night but someone at DC metro would be ready to go, and this was their prime time.

Derek woke up to a cold bed, which at first made sense so he just rolled over. Then he heard the sound of you gagging, followed by a cry before the very clear sound of you puking. When it didn’t stop he slipped from under the covers to go check on you.

You were hunched over the toilet bowl, feeling like absolute garbage, physically and emotionally. The guilt and embarrassment from last night was strong enough on its own without the pounding headache, churning stomach and overall shakiness. You felt something cold rub against your shoulder before a bottle of Gatorade came into your peripheral vision and you realized you hadn’t closed the door.

“So much for one drink.” Derek’s teased, “cause I know you’re not pregnant.”

“Ha-ha.” You replied dryly, barely able to glance up at him before you vomited again. Coughing a bit, you spat into the toilet, your stomach seemed to slowly be calming down, that, and you didn’t have much left to throw up.

“What happened?” Derek asked, settling on the side of the bath tub.

“Fucking Skylar.” You muttered, staying perched over the toilet bowl just in case, “supposed to split a jug of sangria. Bitch did what she always did, nursed her glass and a half while continually topping up mine while I wasn’t looking, add in a couple of tequila shots….”

“You with her all night?” He asked and you finally leant back, shooting him a glare while you snatched the Gatorade.

“No.” Cracking open the bottle you took a couple of sips, “I had enough sense to get out of there but she followed me out when I was waiting for the cab.” You sighed, cautiously drinking some more of the drink as your resolve started to waver, “and then she kissed me. And I fucking let her. Like some idiot who didn’t remember what she did all those years ago. But I was already drunk, and all I could think about was how they say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else but that’s basically impossible. Then I felt so fucking guilty about the kiss I was downstairs drinking til they cut me off.”

You stomach flip flopped again and you lurched forward, vomiting again, this time you continued gagging until it was nothing but stomach acid. You felt Derek’s hand coming to rub circles on your back, calming your trembling body, somehow helping the spins slow down.

“You know, this is why Savannah and I do our best not to talk work, once you start mixing church and state things get messy. Just talk to Prentiss, open communication and try not to sulk around the house too much.”

“Who said anything about Prentiss?” You groaned, slowly sitting back, leaning against the wall behind you, side eyeing the Gatorade, wondering if it could be trusted yet.

“You did. Last night.” He replied and you risked a glance up at him, “listen, I’m not one to usually bring up things people say when they’re that drunk, but you need to talk this out with someone. You’re hurting. And I’m worried. Why do you think she hates you so much?”

You let out a sigh, rolling your head so you were looking up at him, surveying him for a moment as if you were wondering if you could trust him. Scooping up the Gatorade you distracted yourself with a tiny sip.

“The night she kicked me off the case, she told me to come over. I thought I was walking into an apology, a conversation about moving forward with our relationship and instead she had a whole lot of yelling to do and dumped me. If you can even call it that, we weren’t even technically together.”

“What’d you mean by that?” He asked and you sighed again.

“I can’t believe I’m telling you this.” You muttered, “and you are sworn to fucking secrecy, you cannot tell anyone.”

“Promise.” He raised a finger, drawing an x over his heart.

“We met at a bar the night before I started at the BAU. No work talk, no last names, just fun. When I woke up in the morning she was already gone.”

“Must’ve been one hell of a surprise when you got to work.” He smirked and you scowled at him.

“We knew we couldn’t do it again so we resolved to just be friends, but that didn’t last long. Trips out of town meant rooming together, one thing lead to another and we created this unspoken rule that if we were out of town it didn’t count.”

“Didn’t you guys disappear from Rossi’s together?”

“Yeah. And there wasn’t a case, obviously. I spent the whole weekend at her place, we figured being friends with benefits wasn’t so bad, it wouldn’t affect work.”

“But you were both lying to yourselves.”

“Obviously.” You groaned, taking a sip of Gatorade. “Then you set me up with Maya and it kinda all clicked. I didn’t enjoy the date because she wasn’t Emily. Who, admitted she was jealous and I thought we were good, but there was something off about her that weekend, she got freaked out, cold feet, and that was two weeks ago.”

Derek paused, letting you have a moment to yourself as a tear escaped the corner of your eye and you swiped it away, sniffling softly.

“Do you really love her?” He asked quietly, and you nodded.

“Yeah… and she doesn’t want me around. Probably waiting for me to hand in transfer papers. Oh god…” you hiccupped again, launching forward as you started to puke once more.

“You need a break, a vacation, away from nasty exes.” He rubbed at your back when his phone pinged, moving around you in a half hug motion, dropping a kiss to the top of your head, “and I know whatever mean things she said to you were in the moment and not true. Try to stop dwelling on them, even though I know they probably hurt like hell. I’ve gotta go into the precinct.”

“Yeah.” You groaned, “just give me five.”

“Oh no baby girl.” He chuckled, “it’s just wrap up paperwork. You stay here, try to get some sleep, I’ll pick you up on the way to the jet.”

“You’re a lifesaver.” You muttered, doing your best not to heave as you smiled in his direction before he disappeared from the bathroom.

As he thought, a few extra hours of sleep (even if half of it was on the bathroom floor) helped your physical well being. You were still a little shaky as you got on the jet, but you were at least keeping down the water and saltines. You let out a little humph as you crossed your arms, leaning back in the chair you were in, glaring at Derek as he sprawled out on the couch. He let out a little chuckle, knowing why you were grumpy,

“You can sleep perfectly fine in the chairs too.”

“Couch is comfier.” You countered and he laughed again.

“If you were sick I’d give it up, but this is self inflicted, your loss.”

You huffed, pausing for a moment until a wicked grin took over your lips, “remember when you asked about the mile high club?”

“Yeah?” He raised a curious brow in your direction.

“Emily fucked me right where you’re sitting.”

Derek scrambled up off the couch, throwing a pillow in your direction with a disturbed look on his face.

“We both know they don’t detail the jet that often!” He yelped and you took the opportunity to scurry across the jet to take over the couch.

Derek would have been more offended as he settled into the chair you’d been in, but it was the first time all week he’d seen you genuinely smile. The laugh echoing through the air, your lips in a wide grin as you curled up under a blanket on the couch and he began to laugh too, more than happy to see you smiling again.

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britt-kageryuu · 1 month

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The audience of the stream is watching Leo move about the set checking a laptop, tablet, and his phone all sitting on a desk with a blue gaming chair. He was also swapping his models outfit, not sure which would fit with whatever he was about to talk about.

He finally chose a full Lou Jitsu jumpsuit, with gloves, platform shoes, and shield glasses worn over his usual mask. He plopped back into the chair and poses with his one of his ligs crossed over the other, and leaning onto his left hand.

"Sorry 'bout starting the stream while I wasn't ready. I found some amazing news, and wanted to track down as much actual facts, to make sure I had everything correct." He leans over to the laptop to set something up. Once he was satisfied he turns back to facing the camera.

"So, it's fairly obvious we're big Lou Jitsu fans here, so imagine our surprise to hear about someone attempting to claim his supposed left behind fortune. Because people for some reason think he's dead, and not just trying to live peacefully somewhere." Leo clicks on something, and a news article pops up.

"Woman claims to be Lou Jitsus 'long lost' Daughter/Granddaughter."

"Either the Lady couldn't keep her story straight, or whoever wrote this kept getting conflicting evidence. Part of why I wasn't quite ready. Had to check is with my journalist sis to see if she could help get things straight." He clicks over to something else and a different article takes the place of the previous one.

"Woman attempts to steal fortune of Lou Jitsu with faulty Scam. Surprised by the results!"

"So to set the scene better, this lady shows up out of nowhere, claiming she's, let's see by age... Daughter! Of Lou Jitsu. I don't know how she planned to have this work with modern DNA matching and everything, but she apparently refused to do a DNA test to prove this. If this was literally 30 years earlier she wouldn't have to worry, but I guess she didn't bank on people asking so many questions." He gets rid of the article, and brings up a badly edited birth certificate. "Seems she believed she could just wave around a doctored Birth Certificate, and some flimsy 'photographic evidence' that looked like they were put together in a bootleg photoshop program."

A couple of pictures appear on screen, they were obviously edited pictures of Lou Jitsu "holding" a baby, or child. Then a couple with a little girl that looked very off, the lighting didn't match between the girl, and Lou.

"Yeah, this didn't fly with the people at the banks, or whichever government offices, she had attempted go to, especially since there was a different thing blocking her from succeeding in this sham of a scam." Leo looks proud of himself for that slight word play. Something is thrown at him from off screen, and he glares at whoever threw it before continuing.

"You see, Lou Jitsu had set up an interesting set of security questions and or tests for getting access his bank accounts. He did include a DNA matching test as a last ditch security, but it never got that far. No she got caught at a slightly obscure set of security questions that required you to answer a random on set inside joke from one of Lou Jitsus first movies!" Leo laughs and spins in his chair a couple times. He stops and brings up a new document.

"Okay, so this is a copy of the security tests list we got ahold of, as you can see," He points at a spot near the top that's highlighted, "Lady didn't get very far into the security tests. Yeah there are alot of them, he apparently set this up not long before completely disappearing from the limelight. Though why there's so many tests is anyone's guess! Maybe it's just to annoy whoever attempts to fake their way into his accounts?"

Leo thinks it over a bit before muting the mic and shouting off to the side, then waiting for an answer, where he nods his head, and talks to whoever's off screen, with a couple of odd gestures and head tilts. After a couple minutes he unmutes the mic.

"So, just asked Dee a couple questions, and while we can only speculate why Lou make such a complicated set of tests, what we do know is that the tests were actually updated a few years back. So Lou is still out there, and he knows the Lady made this attempt. And has filed a lawsuit against her! That will be an interesting day in court!!" He quickly stands up and throws his arms up in the air with jazz hands.

After sitting back down he swaps out the documents still on screen with a couple of pictures of the Lady's headshots from getting arrested for attempted fraud, and scam. Her name is blurred out.

"This is the Lady, we don't want to give out her name since she either has a very unfortunate name, or she would only give them a very crude name instead of her actual name. Plus some places can't legally tell the names of people who were arrested, so let's go with that." Leo reads some notes on the laptop then added, "And she might have a record already, but we can't read or find any legal documents that confirm or deny this."

The pictures are taken off the screen, and the lighting changes.

"Well, there's not much more of that incident that's public, so let's move on to something else Lou Jitsu related! They've announced a new special anniversary movie bundle! And we have some info on the special bonus features!" Leo announces, and brings up some graphics for this movie bundle.

The stream continues from there, and even though some people in chat are still shouting questions about the scammer lady segment, they get ignored and buried under other things spammed in the chat. Especially since donation notifications were disabled for the stream.

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bunnytriestoanimateyt · 1 year

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some doodles I made with my new laptop.. Finally!! I got a new laptop and it works decently so far with my tablet.. I need to adjust a lot of resolution stuff blah blah.

#homestuck #art #fanart #illustration #doodles #karkat vantas #gamzee makara #tavros nitram #he likes chedder #mmmmmmm yumm

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honeybadgercomeback · 2 years

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No Goodbyes

Goodbyes happen. But sometimes when they do they can become something so much better. You didn’t think that hiding from Daniel would cause this, but with his hand in yours and people trusting and believing in both of you, this is going to become something more than a final race week. Part two of Not Yet Goodbye.

AN: I still can’t fully believe the reaction to Not Yet Goodbye, I’m in absolute shock at how wonderful you all are. Thank you for the support and kindness.

Warnings: McLaren folks, Christian Horner (but being nice?). This is mainly fluff tbh.

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As soon as the fact that Daniel Ricciardo was holding your hand got through to the garage, things got awkward to put it mildly. There was joking around, but as soon as they could get Daniel away for his final debriefing you were pulled into a meeting. That first meeting with Andreas was almost painful. The team principal had rushed you into his office, Zak following close behind. The two men looked at you in surprise as you held their gazes evenly.

“How long as this been going on?” The CEO asked you. You checked your watch and did some mental maths.

“Around twenty two hours, officially. I didn’t hide anything from anyone and after tonight Daniel no longer works for McLaren Racing. I didn’t need to report anything. You stayed calm despite the heartbeat thundering in your ears.

“If there was anything going on, anything you didn’t want…” the words hung in the air as the implication hit you like a ton of bricks. You shook your head fervently in denial.

“Daniel and I made a mutual decision. I wasn’t forced into anything. I spent last night having dinner with his family.” A deep breath centred you before you continued speaking. “While I appreciate that you’re looking out for me because of a potential power imbalance, it couldn’t be further from the truth. There was no coercion or anything inappropriate. Nothing happened between us until last night because we’re both aware of our jobs and what we do, but thank you. Now it’s the end of the season and my boyfriend is waiting for me so we can go for dinner with his family to celebrate that he was in the points today. Do we still have two weeks off before planning for next year starts?”

Your final question was directed to Zak who nodded in response. “It’s Thanksgiving at home next week, I won’t be in the UK until the first full week of December.”

“Perfect. I’ll be working remotely until then. I need to clear my head from the season, you can reach me by email.”

You held yourself together as you left the room, trying not to shake with frustration as you made your way back to the table you’d nabbed for yourself in hospitality. Normally you’d have never spoken like that to either of them. But this was different. You’d been in the room and watched the awkward moments as Danny had lost some of his sparkle because of everything that had happened. You’d been at the MTC when he made that speech. There was a large group of you who didn’t agree with how things had happened and you’d always been in that group. Yes this relationship was new but your loyalty was always going to be to your boyfriend. Jobs came and went but men like Danny didn’t.

It took all of two minutes to pack your tablet and laptop into the grey and papaya bag when your phone buzzed with a text. Holding your breath you opened it.

That was inappropriate. Once the cargo is gone take the time off, you deserve it.

Thank you.

You couldn’t reply with anything more than that, your frustration was still too high and you didn’t want to snap at him.

“Are you leaving?” You looked over at Danny’s sister, Michelle, standing there with her kids. You smiled at the slightly shy children who waved nervously and nodded your head.

“Finishing packing. I don’t need to be here for the tear down so I like to leave pretty soon after.”

“You’re coming for dinner, right? We’re getting pizzas delivered to his suite. None of us want to go out, it’ll be all family.”

“That sounds really good.”

It was quiet between you while you zipped up your branded bag. Your routine stayed the same, triple checking the pass around your neck was firmly in place and you had everything. Michelle walked out with you, the kids holding her hands before grabbing one of yours too.

“He really likes you, y’know. I was telling him for months to man up and ask you out. But then the break happened and…” she trailed off and it was clear what she thought of everything that had happened with her brother’s career.

“I wouldn’t let him say goodbye.” Michelle looked at you as you spoke, but you kept walking and looking straight ahead. “Yesterday. He was saying goodbye to everyone except Lando and the mechanics, but I kept hiding because I didn’t want to say goodbye. So I get it. And I’ve no intention of hurting him.”

She relaxed as you both swiped out and you helped the kids to do it.

“I’m glad. Want a ride to the hotel?”

You ended up in the back of the rented SUV, jammed between two child seats as the kids settled down. There was casual conversation between you, Michelle, and her husband as he drove back and you felt calm. The season was over. You could relax for a little while. Tonight was about dinner and chatting and later on working out when you and Dan could spend time together that wasn’t just filled with work related things. And getting the details on what he’d be doing next year. Milton Keynes wasn’t as far away from Woking as it could have been. Plus he’d be at races so that made things easier to plan. But this was oh so right and you wanted it.

After a shower to wash away the desert heat and sweat and changing into comfy clothes there was a knock on your bedroom door. Dan stood there with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a wide smile on his face.

“Long time no see,” you murmured as you reached up to kiss him in hello. Once you separated he came into the room and put the arrangement on the desk before pulling you in for a proper hug.

“Missed you.”

“It’s been two hours.”

“I still missed you.” He pouted at his words and you kissed it away before filling him in on Zak and Andreas’ words. Anger started to fill his face but he took a breath and squeezed your hand.

“Do people really think that I’m forcing you? Seriously?”

“No. And we both know that this is completely consensual. Anyone with eyes knows that. But we also know that until after the last race there was that power imbalance. They were right to check in, just not the way they did it.” He calmed at your words, pulling you close and kissing the top of your forehead.

“I’m going to Red Bull tomorrow to sign my contract and flying back to Monaco the day after. Will you come with me? I know you can’t be in any of the photos or anything but I want you to be there. Mum and Dad will be.”

You took a deep breath. It’d be more than just your secret or even your colleagues in McLaren knowing then. It’d be known immediately around the paddock and as soon as you arrived in Bahrain for the first race next year everyone would know you were Danny’s girlfriend. But you wanted it. You wanted to be there to support him in whatever way you could.

“Is signing this the best thing for you to do?” It was a simple question and he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you into his lap.

“I’m not ok right now. I…I’m burnt out. I’m miserable. Driving these cars isn’t fun anymore, I’m half afraid when I do it. It’s become something I’ve started to dread and if I don’t have full confidence I can’t do it. They’re giving me sim time to help with racing lines, a chance to help develop the car for next year and beyond, and I can be at whatever races I want. Plus it’s Christian. Even when I was leaving and he didn’t want me to go he supported me. He always has. It’s nowhere near a guaranteed seat but it’s a chance to try love the sport again with people who believe in me and want me to succeed.” He looked like he was about to say more but you cut in.

“Then I would be honoured to be there to watch my boyfriend sign his contract. You deserve the world, Danny. You deserve everyone to know that you’re a good driver, that you’re successful and easily able to battle anyone on the track. I want to see that happen.”

The kiss you shared with him was filled with meaning and hope. Even after your lips separated you stayed with your arms wrapped around each other.

“I should have kissed you last year. I nearly did at Monza. Remember the after party?”

You never could have forgotten it, delaying your flight to stay and celebrate the 1-2 finish. You’d been standing at the bar ordering a drink when Daniel appeared beside you and handed over his card to pay for your drink instead. When you’d thanked him he just grinned and pulled you in for a hug to cement the friendship you already had. It made you think that anything romantic could never happen.

“I’d have kissed you back.”

“We were fools.”

Dinner that night was bright and happy, the knowledge that the contract was being signed tomorrow and Daniel was happy helping everyone. He’d been invited to Seb’s goodbye party and had stuck around for a few minutes before leaving. It was Seb’s night, he didn’t want to bring the mood down and instead said he wanted to spend the night with his family. The walk from your room to his suite was about a minute, everyone standing there and greeting you both with hugs and kisses on your cheek. Michael shook his head at the way Danny wouldn’t keep his hands off you, making you smile shyly at the knowledge.

Once the pizzas arrived they were opened and spread over the table, people handing slices through as wine was poured. The kids had juice and were clinking glasses with everyone between each sip. When they chose you to clink with you couldn’t help the grin spreading over your face. Dan’s arm was around your shoulder as you all sat at the table. It was a nearly perfect night.

People started slipping away as the night went on. Hugs goodbye were given and you were surprised to be included in them. Finally it was just you and Dan left in the room and he pulled you to them, arms holding you close.

“Stay the night?” You smiled up at him and reached for a kiss, sealing exactly where you were staying.

When you woke up in his arms you were pleasantly sore with a warm hand rubbing a circle into your hip.

“Good morning,” you murmured as you turned over to see him there.

“Morning.”

Getting ready would have been a lot quicker if he hadn’t dragged you into the shower with him, heated kisses between the two of you making it take much longer in the warm water than you truly needed. Once Dan was dressed he went down to your room for clean clothes, returning with a navy shirt and jeans. You raised an eyebrow.

“Look, there’s no logos. But you can’t wear orange today.” Your laughter pealed through the room before grabby fingers ticked you. You made him stop so the two of you could meet his parents and get there on time.

The Red Bull motorhome had always been somewhere you’d wanted to visit and learn from. Their set up was effortless and when you had a few minutes you enjoyed watching how they worked together, wanting to see if you could steal some of their efficiency for McLaren. Today though there was no paddock passes and turnstiles, just you and Danny arriving hand in hand with Grace and Joe behind the two of you. His fingers fit perfectly between yours as you walked beside him. There were looks from your team breaking down the McLaren motorhome but you just smiled and continued on to the far end of the paddock. Once you reached Red Bull Daniel looked down at you.

“Ready?” He asked and you squeezed his fingers.

“As long as you’re ready.”

It was mostly boring while you watched him sign away what felt like his life with multiple signatures. You stood at the back of the conference room with Grace and Joe while mostly Daniel and Christian spoke and you felt completely out of place. Finally it was done, the two men standing up and shaking hands before pulling each other into a hug. Christian greeted Grace and Joe but Daniel reached over to take your hand and pull you forward.

“Christian, you know my girlfriend from the paddock, right? She does the McLaren setup and travel planning. Meet Christian Horner. He’s nicer than he seems to most people, I swear.” You smiled and held your hand out, Dan holding onto your waist.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You introduced yourself and Christian shook your hand.

“I’m well aware of who you are. You turned down Ferrari last year, didn’t you?” Your cheeks heated at his words. The job offer they’d given you had been kept hush hush, but it would have been highly paid. You didn’t want to leave McLaren at the time so you turned it down. You didn’t think that anyone except you and Binotto even know that there was a firm offer on the table.

“I did. I wanted to stick where I was.”

“And if I offered you a job here?”

You took a beat but shook your head. “I’d appreciate it, but my answer is still no. I want my reputation to stand on its own. I don’t want people thinking I’m just following my boyfriend around the paddock to his new team. Ask me in another year and I might consider it.”

Horner laughed, clapping your shoulder. “I should have guessed that would be your answer. Binotto still wants you there, so I’d prepare for that job offer if things settle down in Maranello. Now we’ve got photos to do outside. Not that I want to face the sun after last night, Sebastian got the Jaegermeister out and it was a mistake.”

There were photographers snapping as the two went outside, Grace and Joe slightly behind and you following at a distance. Danny slid the navy polo shirt on and you had to admit it really did suit him. They sat at a table and signed the last page before taking questions and filming content. It was so clear to you just how happy this made your boyfriend. He was relaxed and grinning, smiling and joking even when Christian grabbed his chest. You laughed at the scene, taking your own photos of them. Once it was done Daniel came back to you with his fingers grabbing yours and holding tightly.

“Do you want lunch?” Christian asked, Daniel shaking his head.

“I can’t be here when afternoon practice starts. I need to get a clean break, and I’m back in Monaco tomorrow. I’m in Milton Keynes in two weeks?”

“We want you at the parade. Will you both be there?” The second part was aimed at you.

“I won’t be,” you replied. “I still have my own job to do, so I’ll be supporting at a distance and outside of work.”

“We’ll see you around.”

The drivers were starting to come in for the practices, Lando hugging the two of you briefly and Oscar looking nervous to see you there. Daniel squeezed your hand before going to speak to him for a moment, the two separating looking brighter. It was nods to everyone else you saw before getting in the car and Dan leaning his head back.

“I’m going to Monaco in the morning, do you want to come with me? I want to spend time with you away from the tracks. Eat food, spend time together, get our shit together. What do you think?”

You grinned at him, leaning over to nuzzle your head to his chest.

“That sounds like one of the best ideas you’ve ever had. I want to spend time with you and get to know you properly, Daniel Ricciardo. Plus, I think I’ve made friends with your family.”

“I think they’d pick you over me.”

It was a lie, but a sweet one. You smiled and agreed, pulling up your travel app and cancelling the flight to London. You could book the Nice flight later on that evening. The afternoon ahead beckoned with laying out at the pool to enjoy the October sun, jumping in and splashing the family that had quickly welcomed you as a member. Dinner that night was another family dinner in the restaurant but out in the main area rather than a private room. Anyone could see all of you together but you weren’t worried. The almost out of clean clothes situation did worry you slightly, but it was manageable as you pulled an outfit together. Dan had done some magic to move your belongings to his hotel room, your toiletries mingling with his in the bathroom. The way they just fit together didn’t go unnoticed.

“How come you didn’t take the Ferrari job?”

Dan had just finished clasping your necklace when he asked, pressing a kiss to where the chain hit your neck.

“I didn’t want it.” You turned around and looked up at him, a small smile on your lips. “Carlos put my name in for it when it came up. He told Binotto that I’d be perfect for it and Binotto agreed. I didn’t even need to interview. But I told you, I’m awful at goodbyes.”

“You stayed because of me?” You’d have been lying if you said he wasn’t part of your decision, the friendship you’d shared meant so much.

“Not just you. But I was loyal to McLaren. Now though I’m loyal to you.”

Photos from the dinner ended up online, shared on instagram and TikTok. You really liked one of them that had you and Dan with a child on each of your laps. It was taken from far enough away that nobody’s face was truly visible so you took that opportunity to lock down your instagram account before anybody could work out it was definitely you. Even though you’d appeared on his photography account in a work context you wanted to keep what little privacy you could for a while.

It lasted all the way on the hour or so drive to Dubai International for the direct flight to Nice. While not as busy as Abu Dhabi would have been the airport was still filled with people who’d been in the UAE for the race. Thanks to your lack of non work clothes Dan had given you one of his tees to wear - laughing at how it was essentially a dress - and you were clearly together as he checked you both in and whisked you into the lounge after saying goodbye to his family. People stopped and stared at him but only a few asked for photos which let you relax a little. It was a little bit scary and definitely unusual, and you didn’t know quite what this relationship would involve but you were determined. This wasn’t going to end in a goodbye, even with the what could be of next season.

Just before you boarded both of your phones dinged, Lando creating a group chat with you. You opened it up to a link to an instagram post putting the dinner photos together with the times you’d been caught on camera and the one and only time Ted Kravitz had spoken to you, naming you as Dan’s girlfriend.

Just saw this, thought you should know. For the record you look adorable.

Dan squeezed your hand before the two of you handed over your passports to the gate agent, holding on as you walked down the jet bridge. Once you were settled into the plush first class seat - and you’d have a conversation with him about paying for it later - you looked at him, catching his gaze. He seemed slightly worried but you smiled.

“Fuck ‘em all?” You asked, his eyes lighting up at the familiar words.

“Fuck ‘em all. We know what we’ve got.”

Dan took your hand as you listened to the pre flight information. You took a photo of the hands linked, Dan’s rose tattoo showing clearly. You sent it to him, watching as he smiled and picked up exactly what you were thinking. Less than a minute later he nudged you to open instagram. When you opened the app his latest post was the first on your feed. The caption made you grin.

Honey Badger’s being tamed. FEA, babe.

You kept the smile on your face as you sat back and put your feet up, waiting for the six hour flight to begin. Whatever the media wanted to throw at the two of you could suck it. This was the best non goodbye you could ever receive.

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lovebeinaprincessworld · 2 years

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Intelligence (Spencer Reid x reader)

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Description: You really like Spencer, but worry that you’re not smart enough for him.

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“Everyone, meet our new Assistent (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I finally got Strauss to agree that we have too much paperwork and she hired someone to help us”, Agent Hotchner introduced you to the team that was already sitting around the table in the room. All of them looked very nice and greeted you, and you immediately felt less nervous. Considering you were about to run to the bathroom and throw up a few minutes ago, this was a huge improvement.

You were hired by Chief Strauss to handle part of the paperwork the BAU team could delegate. That didn’t mean you’d fly out with them when they got a new case, if it was necessary they could request you but your job was at Quantico most of the time. However, you were attending all their meetings at the BAU so you could document everything.

“Hey I’m Penelope Garcia, the tech analyst and communications director”, a blonde woman with colorful clothing introduced herself, and after that you learned who JJ, Emily, Derek and David were. The last one to introduce himself was a skinny, brown haired man whose voice was shaking slightly when he started to talk. “Hey, I’m Spencer”, he said and met your eyes, damn he was cute. And kind off young compared to the other ones, he looked more like your age.

“Hey, Nice to meet you”, you answered and took his offered hand. It was softer than expected and he blushed when you smiled at him. “Here have a seat”, Agent Hotchner pulled out a chair next to Spencer for you, and you sat down. “Thank you sir”, you said and pulled out your laptop so you could take notes. You side-eyed the attractive team member next to you, and blushed when he caught you staring, making him blush too.

“Oookay”, Penelope started, getting yours and Spencer’s attention, making you realize the whole team was looking at the both of you. Perfect, could this get any more embarrassing. “Garcia, the case”, Agent Hotchner looked at her sternly, making everyone snap out of it. “Oh right, yes sir, so, we have three female victims in the Austin area”, she started and pulled up three crime scene photos on the big screen.

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You were working at the BAU for two months already and in that time you found out that Spencer - who you developed a serious crush on - wasn’t just part of the team, but a doctor who had an eidetic memory and an IQ of 187. No wonder he was such a vital part fo the team at this age. You two talked a lot when you had the time, but you would never hope to be anything more than friends. He was way to smart to want to be with you, not that you were stupid, but to be in a relationship you need to be able to talk about shared interests and you had the feeling you wouldn’t be an adequate partner for that. That didn’t stop you from daydreaming though, having been caught staring into space thinking about his soft brown eyes by Penelope more than once.

Because you and her were the two team members staying in Quantico most of the time, you became good friends and sometimes you were working together in her tech cave. You were on friendly terms with all of the team though, but with her it was just effortless. “You daydreaming about our boy genius again?”, she chuckled when she came through the door, balancing her new coffee and muffin and tablet at the same time. “What? No! Of course not”, you denied, but a treacherous blush made its way into your face. “Sure honey”, she giggled and sat down, while you tried to concentrate on your report again.

“I don’t get why you won’t tell him, he’s so obviously into you too”, she sighed like she always did when she caught you. “He’s not”, you rolled your eyes. “Sure he is! Everytime he remembers you’re in the room too, he looks over and stumbles over his words mid-rant, it so obvious”, she told you while simultaneously typing away on her computer. You two were finishing up the newest case, the team was already in the jet back.

“Even if he was, nothing could ever come from it”, you sighed and gave up trying to write your report. You’d just take it home. “What? Why?”, now you had her full attention, normally you just brushed her off, but now that you actually admitted something, she wasn’t going to let you off the hook so quickly. “It’s…it’s just he’s so smart Penelope, I could never talk with him about the things he’s interested in”, you sighed, feeling slightly better by telling someone, “I tried to read the books he rants about sometimes and even looked at his favorite mathematical phenomena, but I just don’t get it, not enough to have an intelligent conversation about it at least.”

“Oh my sweet little oblivious colleague”, she sighed and shook her head, “Spencer doesn’t care about that, I’m sure! And you’re not not intelligent just because you’re not as smart as him, nobody is, that’s not what relationships are about!” “I don’t know, maybe it would work at first, but at some point he’d be bored. He needs someone equally as smart”, you shrugged and tried to tell yourself that it’s no big deal. You were fine just being friends.

Before Penelope could try to convince you more, Derek pushed open the door to greet his favorite tech girl.

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“Reid, why don’t you just get over yourself and ask her out?”, Derek asked Spencer who was walking down the corridor after the both of them ran into you and Reid was left a stuttering mess. “I can’t Morgan”, Spencer was still red and his heart was beating thousands of beats per minute. “Reid! Reid, slow down for a second”, Morgan grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop. “You see how I act around her, how would I ever be able to ask her out?”, Spencer was desperate, even after months of working together his feelings for you only seemed to get stronger.

“Spencer, she obviously likes you too, I know you can do it”, Derek encouraged him. “Oh, you two taking about (Y/N)?”, Rossi was walking by and heard the two BAU members. “Am I that obvious”, Spencer visibly deflated. “Yes, but so is she”, Rossi chuckled and Derek crossed his arms. “Derek is right you know, she likes you too, don’t tell me our genius isn’t studying her body language?”, Rossi teased Spencer, who looked up.

“How could I, I’m way to busy embarrassing myself”, he mumbled clutching the strap of his bag. “Her pupils are dilating every time you start talking, she’s blushing just as much as you are and she’s always patiently listening to all of your rants, which is honestly admirable”, Derek pointed out and Spencer seemed to be uplifted by that. “Are you serious?”, he asked, sometimes not understanding when people messed with him.

“Yes Reid, trust us, and if you don’t, ask Garcia, you know she’ll tell you the truth”, Derek rolled his eyes and gave Reid an encouraging pat on the shoulder before leaving. “How do I ask her out though?”, Reid asked Rossi now that they were alone. He had little experience in things like that, and he never ever felt like this for someone before. “You talk to her a lot, you know her”, Rossi told him, “just be casual about it, so you two don’t mess it up.” Rossi also gave Spencer an encouraging pat before going the same way Derek left. “Casual”, Spencer mumbled thoughtfully.

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“Hey Spencer!”, you greeted the doctor who was sitting in the break room alone, reading a book. His head immediately snapped up when he heard your voice and he raised his hand to wave at you, but almost knocked over his coffee. His clumsiness was honestly adorable. “Hey”, he said and caught the cup before it could fall.

“How was your lecture yesterday?”, you asked him, remembering he told you about a guest lecture he was teaching. “Oh! It was great, thanks for asking”, he smiled and you poured yourself hot water on the teabag in your cup. You heard his chair scrape against the floor, and he stood beside you, pouring himself some more coffee. You didn’t mention that his cup was almost full as it was.

“You know there was something I was meaning to ask you”, he said with a slightly shaking voice and you turned towards him. “Sure, everything okay?”, you asked and he just nodded, his eyes roaming your face, making you feel slightly hot. “Do you wanna go out with me?”, he finally blurted out after a few seconds of silence, rendering you speechless.

“Really?”, was the only thing you were able to get out. You dated your fair share of boys in college, but this was something else, something more serious. “Yes, really”, Spencer was fidgeting with his hands, seemingly nervous too. “Yeah, yeah I’d love to”, you finally answered his question and he seemed to be relieved. “Great!”, he said and smiled at you, making your knees weak. Maybe you should give this a shot.

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The date was going way better than you expected, it seemed like outside the walls of the BAU you two were way less tense and awkward around eachother. Spencer took you to a small cafe that was a bookstore at the same time, and you two were sitting way in the back between two shelves of old books.

“So yeah, I probably don’t have to mention that I’ll never eat jello again”, you laughed, having told him the story of how your best friend in college puked her jello shots all over you at a frat party. Spencer laughed with you, and was about to answer when the waitress interrupted you two. “I’m sorry you two, but we’re closing in ten minutes”, she told you with a broom in her hands and you looked at your watch in shock.

“Sorry, of course! Can we pay?”, Spencer said, you couldn’t believe you were here four hours already! The sun was already setting outside. When the waitress gave you the bill, you were about to pull out your wallet, but Spencer stopped you. “Don’t worry I’ve got it”, he smiled and gave the money to the waitress. “Thank you Spencer, you didn’t have to”, you smiled at him, but he just got up and took your hand while walking out of the cafe.

The cafe wasn’t that far from where you lived, so Spencer decided to walk you home. “I had a really great time with you tonight”, he told you when you reached the front door of your apartment building. The streetlights were already lit up. “Me too”, you smiled, but the doubts you had pushed aside this entire afternoon were slowly coming back. Did he really have a good time, or was he just saying that to not hurt your feelings?

You talked a lot that afternoon, and he also explained a lot of the things he’s interested in to you, but you couldn’t help and wonder if he thought you were stupid for not knowing what he was talking about from the beginning. “I know we just went on a date, but what do you think about going to dinner tomorrow?”, he smiled and you were unsure. Was it worth enjoying the time you had, just to get your heart broken when he realized you weren’t intelligent enough? Not that you would ever expect him to tell you something like that, but you were knee deep in your insecurities right then.

“What is it? Did you not have fun? I’m sorry, did I misread-“, you could tell he was beginning to get nervous by the lack of answer you were giving him. “No! No you didn’t misread anything, I had a great time too”, you reassured him with a smile, but it fell of your face rather quickly, “it’s just…” You couldn’t bring yourself to finish that sentence, no matter what you were going to say next it was gonna sound pathetic.

“You can tell me”, Spencer tried to get it out of you, but looked rather worried. “This sounds exactly as dumb as I feel, but Spencer you’re so intelligent and you have so many interests in things I can’t even really grasp, I-“, you took a deep breath, “I’m just worrying if there’s going to come a moment when you realize I’m not smart enough. I tried reading some of the books you like so much and even tried to understand the math stuff you always talk about, but I’ll never get it.” You looked down at your hands, a little ashamed to put your insecurities out in the open like that.

It was silent for a few moments, two or three cars passing by. Spencer grabbed your fidgeting hands and you raised your head in surprise. He looked shocked. “How could you ever think that? Not once in all our conversations have I ever thought that! I love talking to you, and I love how you let me rant about my interests even if you might not understand them. But that doesn’t matter! I love that you’re trying to understand the stuff I talk about, but that isn’t what’s important, please don’t worry about that. I like you, like a lot, and we don’t have to have all the same interests, the most important thing is that we’re interested in eachother”, he told you without stumbling over his words once and you were looking at him with wide eyes.

Was he right? There was never not something to talk about between you two, and you were both doing your best to understand the things the other person was interested in. Maybe he was right.“I’d love to go to dinner tomorrow”, you came out of your stupor and blushed at the way a smile made it onto his face.

“I can’t wait”, he grinned and his hand softly cupped your cheek, while he was blushing too. Oh my god, was he going to kiss you? His other hand was still holding yours and he pulled you a little closer, so you two were standing chest to chest. “Can I-“, he started but his voice gave up and you noticed the hand on your face shaking a little. “Please”, you whispered and leaned upwards. He met you halfway, and his lips softly found their place on yours.

Your hands were holding onto his cardigan, because your knees were weak immediately and his now free hand was pulling you closer by the waist. His lips moved against yours hesitantly but meaningful at the same time, and your heart was beating so loud you were scared he could feel it. After a few moments you pulled away, but still stayed close to him, loving the way he was holding you.

“I like you too by the way, like a lot”, you said softly and gave him another kiss - this time shorter than the other one. He grinned and pulled you close again.

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“Do you think we should tell the others?”, Spencer asked you, not worried about being overheard since you were the only two that were in the meeting room already. You two were a couple for nearly three months now, and it was getting harder and harder to hide it from the team. You wanted to make sure that it worked out before telling them. “Yeah maybe, there’s this gathering at Rossis on Saturday, how about then?”, you suggested an were about to take a sip from your coffee when Spencer pulled your chair closer.

“Woah, careful there love”, you giggled and he looked at you with a lovesick smile while you put your coffe down. “I can’t wait to stop pretending”, he sighed and leaned forward, his hand holding your face while he kissed you gently. He was always so soft with you, and you were loving it. It seemed like you two were so deep in your bubble, that you didn’t hear the door opening until someone cleared their throat.

Your eyes flew open and Spencer immediately pulled away, both of you completely red in the face when you saw the whole team standing there looking at you with smirks and smug looks. “I told you so”, JJ was the first to break the silence with a sing song voice. “I knew you had it in you kid”, Rossi and Derek were patting Spencer on the back making you giggle. “Guess we don’t have to tell them anymore”, you told Spencer, who nodded in agreement.

“Tell us?”, Horch raised an eyebrow, “Even someone who isn’t a profiler could have seen what was going on.” Turns out you were more obvious than you thought.

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First criminal minds piece, hope you liked it!

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