weredancingonamoonbeam

[weredancingonamoonbeam]

Happy birthday, kitten~

(Sylus got you a new outfit for a birthday present to wear to the next auction, except for the fact that both of you never made it to the auction ~)

Characters: Sylus (his POV) and you

Content: NSFW/Sexual Theme, smut, consensual

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“Are you almost ready, sweetie?” I call out as I flip the page of the leather bound book in my hand. Without hearing a response, I slip my reading glasses off and shut the book with one hand as she steps out of the connecting bathroom, her hands fumbling with the earrings that she was trying to put in her ear lobe. 

“Can you help me zip the dress up, Sylus?” She asked as she finished putting on her earrings, turning her back towards me from the bathroom door. The long obsidian colored dress that I had picked out for her looked too good against her pale skin as I stood up and made my way towards her. The dress hugged her curves just right, before pooling down by her feet. As I walked closer, I noticed the scent of her perfume which was so intoxicating. Cherry wine.

“So you decided to wear it?” I asked, standing behind her and zipping up the dress before leaning down and placing a kiss on her bare shoulder. She turned around and looked up at me. God damn. She looked good in anything she wore that she could pull off wearing a sack and still look stunning. Her hands worked their way to my chest, smoothing out the fabric of my black dress shirt. 

“Of course! You gifted it to me, so it’s only fair to wear it in return.” She smiled before walking over to the edge of the bed and opening a shoe box in her lap. The slit on the dress opened a little further to show off her long legs as she started taking out the heels I bought for her, too. Now, I wish that I didn’t buy the dress for her because now other people will see her and maybe fantasize about her, like I am. As she leaned down to place her foot in the heel, she glanced up at me. “With the way you’re looking at me, I would’ve mistaken you for a hungry lion ready to pounce on its prey.” 

I smirked back at her before walking over to her, kneeling down on my knee and taking her foot and heel in my hand. “Maybe I am, kitten.” I say in a low tone, as I gently worked the strap around her ankle before bringing her foot up and placing a kiss on the top of her foot and looking up at her “But maybe, I made a mistake in buying this outfit for you.” I said with a sigh, analyzing her heels, simple black heels with a strap around the ankle, and the bottom soles a deep red. 

“Why do you say that?” She questioned me. The only person that dared to question my authority, but I was willing to answer. I looked back up at her and tilted my head slightly to the side. She looked honestly worried, which got a low chuckle out of me. 

“Because, now…” I started, my fingers trailing up her calf before stopping midway. “I won’t be able to stop staring at you all night.” Normally, something like that would make her flustered, but not this time. Her heel made it to the middle of my chest which earned a grunt from me. Her eyes narrowed at me as I looked at her. Oh? This was new.

“Maybe, I want you to only look at me.” She said, as she leaned back on her hands, her heel not moving from my chest. “Does that make me greedy?”

I shook my head, answering her with a laugh. “It’s your birthday. There’s no harm in being a little…greedy.” My answer earned a smirk that played on her red tinted lips; the pointed tip of her heel tapping against my chest. 

“I kind of like this view of you.” She said in a low voice, a curt laugh escaping her lips. I suppressed a laugh, and got on both of my knees in front of her. 

“And I like this view of you.” I replied with a grin, my eyes traveling down her body, before looking back up at her. She tucked her short black hair behind her ear as her stiletto heel dug deeper into my chest. A groan rumbled from the back of my throat, the pain resonating from my chest. 

“Relax, you can handle it.” She purred, not taking her eyes off of me. This is definitely new, but I’m not against it.

“You’re not stepping hard enough, kitten.” I growled at her, bringing my fingers around the ankle that dared to step on the feared leader of Onychinus. “You need to step as if your heel is going to pierce my heart.” 

A moment of shock flashed across her eyes before her fiery determination took over. Her heel dug into me deeper, as I sucked in a breath. Who would have thought that this felt so good? I gripped her ankle tighter as she kept going. “We’ll be late for the auction.” I hissed, a mix of pain and arousal taking over me as I struggle to keep my thoughts straight. 

“Maybe… I don’t want to go anymore. This seems more fun than an auction.” She mused, her other leg moving to rest on my shoulder. 

“Are you sure, sweetie?” I asked, my chest heaving up and down as I looked at her. A sly smirk appeared from the corner of her lips. 

“I’m sure.” She replied back, her heel easing off my chest a little bit, but just enough for me to move. Grabbing her other heel from the box, I strap it onto her other foot, and put her legs over my shoulders.

“We’re more alike than I thought.” I tell her in between the kisses I trace down her inner thighs, earning a low moan from her. The pain from my chest changes to a pain of need as the scent of her perfume starts to intoxicate my senses once again. I bite down on her inner thigh, leaving a bright red mark behind.

“Sylus!” She squeals, trying to push me away with her legs, but I catch her ankles easily in my hands and hold her in place to look up at her.    

“Mmh…first you want it rough, now you want it soft?” I whisper. Her ears start to turn red. “You’re a tough one to please tonight, kitten.”

She turns her head away, now embarrassed to look me in the eyes. I continue to kiss her inner thigh, stopping right before her heat. She still refuses to look down at me and a low growl erupts from the back of my throat. 

“Look at me.” I ordered, feeling the power in my right eye start to work its way to her as she bashfully looked at me, her teeth biting down on her lower lip. “That’s more like it.” 

Her hand grips a fistful of my hair as I bite down on her inner thigh again. She uses her other hand to keep her upright on the bed as her other hand continues to run through my hair. Then it dawned on me why it was so intoxicating while down here. “What a surprise, sweetie.” I hummed, looking up at her, and grinned. “You’re not wearing anything under this dress.” 

“I-I can explain!” She stammered. 

“No need.” I reply, running my tongue along her entrance. A moan escaped her lips as her head rolled back. I smile and rub my thumb against the spots that I bit on her thighs earlier. I continue to work my tongue against her, lapping up any juices that spilled out. A string of moans come out from her as her grip in my hair gets tighter. I pull away slightly and bring my hand up to rub my thumb against her clit, my index and middle finger pushing into her entrance. She lets out a drawn out moan that almost sends me over the edge. God, I love her voice. 

“Sylus…” She groans. I met her gaze, half closed and hazy with lust, as she looked down at me. I moved up as my hand continued to move inside of her, catching her lips with mine. She kissed me with a hungry passion that almost threw me off guard. The same hands that smoothed out my shirt earlier, now were quickly unbuttoning my shirt. 

“We have all night, sweetie.” I chuckle against her soft lips, before biting down on her bottom lip. She frees the last button on my shirt before her fingers find their way to my belt, undoing that just as quickly. Her greediness turning me on even further and feeling my own erection becoming uncomfortable in my dress pants. She let out a loud moan before leaning forward, biting down on my shoulder. Found it. My fingers brushed against her spot, my free hand wrapping around her to pull her closer to me. 

“If you don’t mind.” I whispered in her ear. “ I’d like to fuck you with your dress and heels on.”

“Please do.” She moaned against my ear, the heat rushing down to my erection. “But I want you inside me already.” She moves at a quick pace, which is not surprising coming from a hunter, switching our positions so now she sits on top of me on the edge of the bed. Pushing my dress pants and underwear down just enough, she hovers over my erection and looks down at me, lust written on her face. 

“What’s gotten into you, kitten?” I asked, placing soft kisses against her chest and up the side of her neck. 

“It’s my birthday.” She says with a grin. “And you said it was okay to be greedy.” She lowers her hips down, pushing her entrance against my tip. I grip her hips tightly as she pushes her lips against mine, running her tongue against the bottom of my lip as her heat takes in all of me in one go. I groan against her lips as her walls wrap tightly around me. 

“Fuck, kitten.” I let out a breathless moan, as she starts to move her hips rhythmically up and down my length and drapes her arms lazily on my shoulders, her nails digging into my back. The pain and pleasure mixing as one of my hands grab her waist to help guide her and my other hand going up to grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head slightly back as I hungrily bite down on her skin. Her moans get louder and more wild as she rides me, her nails clawing at my back. “You’re a fucking masterpiece.” I growl against her skin.

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Luke walks down the main hallway towards his boss’ room, his hands in his pockets as he whistles a random tune. Then he stops in his tracks as he hears faint moaning coming from the end of the hall. “Oh-” He quickly turns around on his heel as he goes back the way he came. Kieran comes walking towards Luke, tilting his head. 

“Are they ready to go?” Kieran asks. Luke shakes his head in response.

“It might be a bit…” Luke says with a shrug, walking past Kieran and laces his arm with his twin. “Let’s go check out the auction by ourselves!” Kieran tilts his head at Luke and looks back at their boss’s door. Another loud moan is heard from behind the door before Kieran hurriedly picks up the pace. “You’re right! Let’s go!” The twins giggle to themselves as they run down the hall. 

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Reid-iculous

Past!spencer Reid x reader x Frank Langdon

Word count: 3.7k

A/n: I just saw that the requester wanted an OBGYN reader and I completely glossed over that and made the reader and Emerg doctor. I will rewrite this if you hate it, I’m so sorry 😭

The morning dew rested gently on the grass, most of the world still sleeping in the early hours of the morning. That, unfortunately, was not the case of the beloved health care or emergency in Pittsburg. The rustling of sheets slowly woke Frank from his slumber and in a still sleepy haze, he threw his arm over his beautiful fiancee, trying to soak in this feeling, the next time he’ll have it is in another 15 hours. Gruelling work it was, the trauma bay in the PTMC but this is what they chose and it’s too late to change. Or well, that's what the woman tracing light patterns on his back would say.

“Frank.” she calls out, voice as sweet as honey and he wonders, how on earth could anyone give up on such a sweet thing like her. “Hm.” he grunts, already knowing what the next words are. Frank lets out a louder groan, turning himslef onto his stomach as she giggles and places a small kiss on his forehead before making her way into the bathroom, humming a tune under her breath. Frank lets out a sigh, sitting up and trying to rub the sleepiness from his eyes as he joins her in the bathroom.

He watches the younger woman for a minute, knowing what her morning routine by heart but still always admiring. “How are you always so cheery in the morning?” the questions leaves his mouth before his brain has the time to process it. His fiancee, in the midst of washing her face, stares at him through the mirror and responds, “drugs.” a dead serious look on her face as the tall, dark haired man snorts. Seeing that, she lets a small smile of her own slip.

“But seriously Frank, we are going to be late if we don’t get in the shower now.” she tells him, tugging the white t-shirt she wore to bed over her head and tying up her hair. Frank admires her for a second too long, the swell of her breasts and the way her curves looked in the lighting of the bathroom. He needed someone to pinch him before he decided that this was just another wonderful dream.

“You gonna keep staring loverboy?” (Y/n) asks, peeking her head out of the shower and frank sheds his clothes in lightning speed before joining her. The hot water feeling amazing on their skin, a last moment of relaxation before they both tense up at work again.

“Fuck-” the sentance cut off as a student running past the couple accidentally bumped into (Y/n), luckily frank caugh her before any major injuries could happen, telling her that he didn’t need his day starting off by bringing her to the hospital for a CT because she hit her head. The shorter woman just glared at frank who grinned like he found a pot of gold. The couple made their way into the hospital, seeing most of the day shift members already present and the night shift just wrapping up final details on cases before letting the day shift take over. Frank and (y/n) walked over to their lockers, already seeing samira there, waiting for her best friend.

“Damn, looks like your wife gets you for the rest of the day” Frank mutters as he takes the bag his fiancee hands him, making her way towards the other woman. “We haven’t even started for the day and you’re already stealing her from me,” Frank whines like a petulant child while both woman snicker. Samira throws her arm over the other woman’s shoulders and pulls her in, “You get her 24 hours a day Langdon, let me have her for these 15,” Samira tells him, making his frown deepen as they make their way over to Dana and Robby at the nurse’s station.

Robby looked at frank once, then again, laughing lightly at his sour expression.

“Jesus, who pissed in your coffee this morning?” He huffed out as the younger man muttered something about stealing time under his breath. Dana, being a woman and smarter than the two men who stood before her, “it’s probably because dr. mohan is hogging dr. (y/l/n), again.” she huffed out, a smile on her face as she watched the two women, thick as thieves and close as sisters. Samira was showing the other woman a patient chart, asking for some advice on what to say to the parent who wouldn’t listen or acknowledge the proper care instructions. (y/n)’s eyebrows pinched together the more she listen to samira talk about the ridiculous parent.

“They come here for our help but won’t take our advice, what are we doing here then” The younger woman rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest, red painted lips curled into a disapproving frown. Samira only shook her head and muttered a small “i know” before leaving the other woman to deal with her patients.

“Morning Dana, Dr. Robby.” she greeted kindly, a smile on her face and a chai tea in one hand. Dana smiled at the young doctor before handing her a patient chart, a teen boy with an open tibia fracture in room 302. The younger woman thanked her before making her way over, her shadow for the day today being Dennis Whitaker. She quite liked the young man, he reminded her of a drowned rat but like a cute one. She had a thing for strays, Frank Langdon would and will heavily attest to that.

Opening the door, she walked in and introduced herself and Dennis.

“Hello Ryan, I’m Dr. (y/l/n) and this is Dr.Whitaker. Do you mind if he observes and helps us today?” She asks kindly, a soft smile on her face and when the boy shakes his head no, (y/n) motions for Dennis to go ahead with the examination and diagnosis, gently helping and guiding him when his tone wavered in unsureness. Ryan was a champ, the more the two doctors talked to him, the more impressive he became. They found out that he obtained the fracture from playing football, it was practice but he still took it seriously. An hour or so later, he was all wrapped up and ready to go home. Thanking both the doctors with a huge grin on his face as his mom beside him gramaced a little.

On the otherside of the ER, Frank Langdon stood still, chart in hand as he looked awestruck by his beautiful wife to be. She has to be the most gorgeous creature frank has ever laid his eyes on. The way her smile lights up a whole room needs to be studied but more so the fact that she’s so warm. Like sunshine personified. Everyone and everything finds itself drawn to her presence, like a moth drawn to a flame. Unbeknownst to him though, the two biggest gossips in the room are watching him diligently.

“He still looks at her like it’s his first time meeting her.” Pearlah says, not moving her eyesight from Frank. Princess, who stood beside her looking at a patient chart hums in response.

“Do you rember the first time they met?” Princess laughs, the memory of a slightly younger verson of Frank playing in their head. He had tried so hard to not catch feelings for the younger resident but failed miserably and everyone around them could see it. He was walking backwards while talking to her, just so he can keep looking at her face and made sure she stuck by him everyday. He was awestruck then and he was awestruck now. Not much had changed.

“Um..Dr.Langdon..?” Mel’s voice brought Frank back from whatever fantasy played in his head at the moment. He looked down at the blonde resident and sighed, aplogising for bring so distracted but the former only smiled and waved her hand, saying that it’s not a big deal. (Y/n) looked up at him from where she sat at her desk, flashing Frank a warm smile before turning her attention back to what Dennis was saying. Frank swore to every god in existence that his heart stopped but before he could say anything to anyone or even may his way over to her, the speakers started blasting.

“Trauma team to the ER. GSW incoming, female, late 20’s.” That’s all the doctors need to hear before they start preparing themselves, gowns and gloves on. Frank and (Y/n) move in sync, clearly and silently stating that they’ll be the ones to take over this case. The ambulance comes quick and on the gurney lays a blonde woman that the young doctor knows too well. Jennifer Jereau. Her best friend at one point when she was dating her co-worker.

“JJ?” the nickname falls out of her mouth before she’s able to stop it. To her, it feels like everything in the world has stopped movin. It also meant that if JJ was here then so was he. She paused for the slightest second but that didn’t go unnoticed by Frank but the years of training took over, “On my count,” she barked out, her voice authoritative and on edge, “One, two, three.” The team transferred JJ to the bed as they began to check her vitals.

“The gunshot is through and through.” She yells out as the team prepares for what’s to be done next. Pearlah administers the IV and morphine as Frank begins to work on his finacee’s former friend. Not that he know’s who she is anyways. Before she could start helping again, the doors bust open and a very worried Dennis stands there, panting as if he’d just run a marathon saying something about a federal agent and urgent care.

“Go.” Frank tells her, not looking up from JJ. (Y/n) stands there for a moment, uncertain but frank reassures her, tells her that he’s got JJ and that she will be okay. The young doctor feels slightly comforted at his words before taking off the gown and gloves, making her way towards the very recognizable team.

“Fuck- I uh, need a minute.” She tells the young student doctor as her lips curl down into a frown and an uneasiness takes over her. She feels like she’s going to be sick. Dennis looks worried and opens his mouth to say something before she shoots him a look and he walks away, mumbling something about bringing back a bottle of water. Nothing in the ED department goes unnoticed by anyone and this time, it was Robby. He watched as she took in deep shaky breaths, clearly trying to ground herself. To anyone else it may have looked like it was a hard case but to him, he knew it was something else that bothered her.

“Hey kid, you okay.” Robby’s soft voice broke (y/n) out from her train of thoughts as she looked up at the senior attending, simply nodding her head, hoping that Robby would take the hint. Spoiler alert, he didn’t. Robby crossed his arms over his chest and gave her a look, she called it the disappointed dad look. Looking up at him she rolled her eyes, knowing that she would have to explain her little breakdown.

“It’s uh, my ex. And his team, they’re here.” She told him, voice wavering a little. Today was a great day. In fact, she had a date later tonight with her hot tub, a bottle of wine but now she has to see her ex. Spencer Fucking Reid. The man who built her up only to cheat on her emotionally and then tear her down. “Fuck, kid-” Robby’s cut off by her shaking her head. The last thing she needs is Robby sending someone else with Whitaker and then this becoming the new hot gossip.

“I’ll be fine,” she tells him before looking around, “Whitaker!” She waves him over and he hands her the patient chart, the duo making their way over to the team. Emily is the first one to spot her, eyebrows furrowed and biting her bottom lip, all actions the brunette was familiar with very well. She nudges Morgan beside her who nearly drops his drink. Yeah they haven’t seen her for 6 years but damn does she look better than ever.

“(Y/n)..how have you been?” Emily was the first one to speak up, wincing a little as she did so and that did’t go unnoticed by both doctors as Whitaker immediately began to ask Emily questions before deducing that she had bruised ribs, a concussion and would need a x-ray and CT scan, just to make sure there isn’t underlying damage. She pretended to not feel the heated glare from a certain tall, lanky brunette piercing the side of her face as she gently held Hotch’s face in her hands, making sure that it wasn’t broken.

“Are you always this silent, doctor?” Spencer’s question cut the air sharply, his voice nearly suffocating her. He spat out the word doctor as if it were a slur and maybe to him, it was. The young doctor eyed him sharply, choosing to bite her tongue and not cause a scene, especially here.

Spencer Reid however, could not keep his mouth shut, even after he got the glaringly angry stare from Aaron Hotchner.

“You know, I always imagined you to be surrounded by the soft glow of a delivery room. This fluorescent nightmare suits you though. Stark, cold, and sterile…just like you.” His words cut deeply into the doctor and she pauses what she’s doing, letting Whitaker take over.

“And you haven’t changed a little. 6 damn years Doctor Reid and you’re still the man I left.” She hisses back, arms crossed against her chest and the fluorescent light catches the stone on her ring finger, Spencer’s eyes darting towards it momentarily as he scoffs.

“I’m surprised you managed to lock anyone down with your attitude.” Spencer hisses and before (Y/n) can say anything else Frank enters the room, sensing the hostile environment his eyes dart between the short doctor and the tall lanky one.

“Is everything okay?” He asks, his voice low and hesitant. To be honest, Frank didn’t give a flying damn about the other people in the room as long as his lovely fiancee was okay.

“Perfectly peachy…” She mutters, handing him the patient chart and making her way to have some cool down time. Robby caught her eye as she left, raising his eyebrow to ask if she’s okay to which she rolled her eyes. Not at him, no, at Spencer. He was a thorn in her side that she couldn’t get rid of, no matter how hard she tried.

The only place she could find dark and quiet enough was the break room. She was surprised no one was in there but grateful nonetheless. (Y/n) closed her eyes, needing to rest them for a minute before she heard the door open and close, hoping that it was someone just here to grab a quick snack. The sound of the chair being pulled out from across made her nervous and she hoped to god that it wasn’t Robby who followed her in.

“So..i heard the little spat you had.” Samira’s voice made the younger woman’s eyes snap open as she looked her best friend. She groaned, letting her head fall back. Samira patted her knee sympathetically. When (y/n) first started off at PTMC, she was matched into the OBGYN program before deciding that it wasn’t for her and switching into Trauma and since that day, her and Samira have been glued to the hip. Sisters in everything but blood or as Frank and the rest of the ER department likes to call them, work wives.

“I just don’t understand why he’d say that here, while I’m working. He doesn’t seem to realize that I’m not the same person I was 6 years ago but he still is.” She sighs, running a hand through her hair in frustration before tying it up again. Samira nods in undertsnding, also curious as to why such a hotshot profiler couldn’t be respectful to his ex at work.

(Y/n) pauses, looking at Samira and raising her eyebrow, “shouldn’t you be with patients?” Samira waves her off, telling her that Victoria was more than capable to be on her own for 15 minutes. The younger doctor nodded as they both sipped on a box of apple juice provided by Samira diligently. They sat together for 5 more minutes before Samira patted her shoulder and kissed her cheek before leaving, telling her to not lose her mindnfully. (Y/n) swatted at her best friend at that while laughing. She threw the empty apple juice box in the trash before leaving, sighing quietly.

“You disappeared for a bit.”

“Jesus fucking christ-” Frank’s laughter cut off her sentance as she swatted him on the shoulder, scolding him about scaring her. Frank stopped, looking at his baby seriously, taking her hand in his, “baby, are you okay?” Frank’s question made her fall silent, the warmth from his hand keeping her grounded. She looked up at him, mouth parted slightly, “Yeah Frankie, I’ll be okay.” She tells him yet her words fail to soothe Frank. He nods his head, kisses her forehead and tells her to kick ass in the ER before leaving to attened to his own duties.

“Hey, there you are.” Dennis exhales in relief. (Y/n) says a quick sorry and promises to make it up to him with some delicious donuts. Dennis smiles and tells her that it’s not a big deal and that the ‘scary law enforcement agents’ are all patched up and okay. She smiled brightly at him before patting his back as a thank you and made her way over to them. Out of everyone she missed Emily and Hotch the most. Emily was her Samira and Hotch her Robby.

“Hey.” Her voice was soft as she greeted Emily and Hotch, Spencer simply rolled his eyes, “Oh look, Princess here is finally over her temper tantrum and wants to be a doctor again.” All eyes snapped onto him the moment the words left his mouth.

“Jesus christ Spencer what’s your deal? It has been 6 damn years since we broke up. LET IT GO. You can’t come into MY workplace, antagonize me and then pray I don’t say anything. Because from what it looks like, you’re the only one that hasn’t moved in more than half a decade. Hot shot profiler and still can’t let go of the past. What’s next, are you going to start claiming that i haunt your nightmares or that I’m a witch who put a spell on you? MOVE ON!” Her snapping wasn’t on anyone’s list today except maybe Frank and Samira’s who passed a $20 bill to him. Robby and Dana just looked at eachother, Dana hiding her face behind an ipad but everyone could still see her shoulders shaking from laughter while Robby ran a hand down his face, trying to conceal his laughter as well. Trinity, Princess and Pearlah gossiped in Tagalog while Victora and Dennis looked like scared Victorian children seeing light.

Spencer could only look at her while scoffing. “Don’t scoff at me Spencer, leave the hospital. You’ve been treated and there’s no reason for you to stay.” She hissed out, not wanting to be disrespected any longer. Spencer looked at her for a second before he shoved his way out. If he wanted to act like a petulant child then he’ll be treated like one. Emily smiled at her and patted her arm, making a promise for them to catch up and left as well, the rest of the team following behind them.

(Y/n) sighed and made her way over to the nurses station where Dana and Robby stood watching her, a smile on Dana’s face. The younger of the three looked at them, exhaustion painting her face as clear as day as they all stared at eachother.

“No.”

“I-I didn’t even say anything.” Dana stuttered out with a smile on her face as she was met with a deadpan stare.

“You don’t have to. I can read your mind.” Dana’s smile didn’t waver and she just pulled the young doctor into a motherly side hug, kissing her forehead. She looked at Robby who looked at her, she gave him her signature ‘dad i swear i didn’t do anything wrong’ smile and he sighed for what felt like a millionth time.

“I am required to send you home, especially after an emotional outburst like that,” Robby paused, looking at her, his voice dropping into a whisper, “but since you’re my favourite resident ( daughter but he’d never admit that), you can stay. Just go take a 30.” At his words she tries not to squeal and gives Robby and overly exaggerated fist bump that he recepriocates awkwardly before heading to the break room.

“That’s quite a scene you caused there.” (Y/n) perked up at her fiance’s voice and teasing tone as he came to join her in the break room, he pulled the chair out beside her and sat down. She smiled at him and Frank took her hand in his own, letting it rest on his knee as he pushed her favourite sandwich towards her.

“I know you baby, and that means I know you haven’t eaten.” Frank tells her, going as far to unwrap the sandwich for her. One thing about Frank Langdon is that he will always take care and baby his fiancee, not because he thinks that she can’t take care of herself, no, because she works so damn hard and what type of man will he be if he doesn’t take care of her.

Unbeknownst to the couple, pair of eyes watched their interaction closely.

“How much do you want to bet she’ll be pregnant a year after marriage.” Pearlah asks Princess who shook her head.

“A year? Are you insane, it’ll be right after they get married.” Princess responded, her voice confident. Pearlah side eyed her for anminute before passing her a $50 bill, starting a whole new betting pool.

Tagging: @madeupinmyhead because I did “steal” this request from you

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Dude i'm rewatching Dexter as a grown up ™️ and the biggest upset, ONCE AGAIN is that Dexter and Miguel never kissed, it would have solved alot of issues.

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Mahmoud Faroukh, a civilian in the ruins of his house, Gaza, November 2023- read by Swann Arlaud, actor.

Source:voicesforgza ig

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Sweet treat

Vincent Renzi x reader

Word count: 1.8k

A/n: the dialogue is italicized because my French isn’t good enough (yet) to right proper dialogue.

Moments like these were precious to Vincent. These quiet serene moments where the only sound was the chirping of birds and the soft, mellow music in the background that accompanied it. He liked to light a cigarette, lean into his chair as he sat on his small balcony, looking out to the sky and the street below him.

However what captured his attention more was the cute little baker from across from him.

Vincent noticed that she often started her day early, rushing into the store as if her pants were on fire, hair unkempt and a cigarette dangling from her lips as the long winter coat protected her from the harsh wind. Vincent often donned a smile seeing her. He saw himself in her. The way the hair was messy and the cigarette, she was just another version of him. One that he so desperately wanted to know.

He watched her now, eyes squinting slightly as the silver haired man waited for his mystery woman to arrive. She was late today but Vincent swore up and down that he wasn’t stalking her. No, he’d never do that. He’d just familiarized himself with her routine. It wasn’t much different from his own. Up at such ungodly hours doing lord knows what.

This time though, she felt him watching. The clearly disheveled woman could feel eyes on her a couple months ago yet she chose to ignore it. Until she caught a glimpse of possibly the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. The young woman let a small smile graced her lips as he looked up at him, eyes squinting from the sun that decided to peek out today. He wasn’t looking at her then, no. He was looking ahead, not even in her direction. Deciding that she was running late already, the woman headed into the shop, quite unaware of Vincent’s watchful eyes.

Days went by yet neither of them made any moves. (Y/n) watched him occasionally, admiring the way his silver hair fell over his forehead. He looked like a cat. A very beautiful cat. She wanted to know the man yet she couldn’t exactly match up to him and ask questions. Her nose crinkled at the thought of being so invasive. Vincent, ever the recluse, watched her from his balcony, a cigarette in his mouth. He wanted to introduce himself to her and get to know her, possibly at dinner but he didn’t. He couldn’t.

“Watching him again?” A voice, Helene’s voice, interrupted the young woman from her thoughts. She turned her head slightly to look at the older woman standing in front of her, a teasing smile on her face and arms crossed.

(Y/n) scoffed. “No, I’m just… admiring the weather.” Her voice held uncertainty. Helene laughed, the young woman couldn’t lie to save a life.

“Mhm, because the weather is stunning today.” It wasn’t. The weather was horrible, not a peak of sunshine. It was just strong wind and clouds looking like they’re about to bless the ground with snow.

“Yeah. I can’t wait for the inevitable snow storm we’ll have.” The younger woman replied sarcastically, throwing her hair over her shoulder. She’d done it nicely today, two braids on both sides.

Helene looked up at the man, his name still unknown to both of them.

“He is quite beautiful.” She sighed, taking in Vincent’s form and earning herself a jab in the rib from her coworker.

“Come. Stop being distracted, we have work to do.” (Y/n) tells her, pulling the older woman in by her arm, leaving Vincent unbeknownst to their conversation.

The older man retreated into his apartment, it wasn’t a very small one. It was nice, well, nice enough for him. Two bedrooms, one used as an office while the other one looked like it had barely been slept in. He rubbed his eyes, trying to drive away the tiredness that seeped through his bones and into his head. Vincent looked over to the pile of files he had to sort through, sighing, he went over to brew himself a nice, warm cup of coffee.

“Fuck.” Vincent muttered, seeing the sputtering of the old machine. He sighed, rubbing his forehead in agitation. He knew he should’ve replaced the damn machine months ago but he didn’t. And now he’s seeing the fruit of his labour. Maybe today was his lucky day. Maybe he’d get to talk to the cute owner of the coffee shop. The older man exhaled deeply, pulling on a black sweater, one of his nicer ones along with a black trench coat.

The weather didn’t seem to be letting up soon and he wasn’t fond of freezing.

Vincent made his way down the stairs of his apartment, walking across the street and towards the shop. He stopped for a minute, breathing deeply, he didn’t want to come across as a stalker and he sincerely hoped that the cute girl didn’t notice his obvious staring. He pulled the door open, walking into the shop, surprised to see it busy.

“Oh my god.” Helene whispered, her jaw dropping as she noticed the silver haired man walk in. She nudges the younger woman beside her.

“What?” (Y/n) asked her, not in the mood to listen to another one of Helene’s rants on the cute guy that just walked in. (Y/n) stood up from where she was crouching and turned to look in Helene’s line of direction, only for her jaw to drop as well. The man that she had been admiring for the past few weeks was even more beautiful up close. His hair fell so perfectly over his forehead and the sweater he wore just did something for him. Not that he wasn’t perfect already.

Vincent looked at her, eyes crinkling as a small smile donned his lips as he made his way up to the counter.

“Hello.” Vincent greeted her politely, hands stuffed into his coat pockets. God she was even more beautiful up close. Big doe eyes looking up at him from behind the counter making him forget why he was here in the first place.

“Oh hello! Welcome to Café of Curiosity! How can I help you today?” The young woman chirped happily, looking at Vincent. Well, she wasn’t really looking, she was admiring him. Vincent lost his train of thoughts for a small second. He wanted to hear her voice for the rest of his life.

“Café of Curiosity?” He asked.

“Mhm. It’s because there’s many coffee flavors that intrigue curiosity that we offer!” Helene chirps in and both of them turn to look at her. (Y/n) shooting her a sharp glare while the older man just looks at her and nods before turning his attention to the woman before him.

“Right then. I’ll just get a plain black coffee and a croissant, please.” Vincent tells the young woman in front of him, nodding at his choices.

“Going for the basics?” She asks, not looking up at him from the screen. Vincent hums in answer.

“Right… May I grab a name for the order?” She asks him kindly, offering him a sugary sweet smile.

“Oh I’m sorry! It’s Vincent.” (Y/n) laughed at his expression, a deer in headlights. Vincent felt warmth rush up to his neck and into his cheeks, no doubt looking like a beetroot. He’s sure he’s embarrassed himself and ruined all his chances while the woman opposite him thought that he was endearing and charming, in an awkward way. She nodded and gestured for him to wait by the other side of the counter.

“He’s cute, no?” Helene nudged the younger girl who only smiled. Helene knew though, she always knew. She looked up at the man, Vincent, who was looking at her co-worker and smiled.

“Well, I’m not handing him his order.” Helene exclaimed, moving to greet the person at the counter.

“What why?!” (Y/n) asked, eyebrows furrowed together and a small pout on her lips.

“Because, my dear, I doubt I’m the one he’s here to see.” Helene winked, pushing the younger girl forward gently. Vincent smiled awkwardly, fiddling with his phone, opening the photos app and settings, trying to look like he was doing something other than staring.

“Vincent!” She called out, capturing his attention. The said man looked up at her, smiling. He seemed to be doing a lot of that near her. He went up to the counter to grab his drink and croissant, hands briefly touching.

“Oh, thank you!” He responded, grabbing his coffee off the counter. The younger woman nodded her head in response. Having nothing else to say, he awkwardly turned around and left, cursing himself for not saying more. Inside the café, (Y/n) was doing the same, shaking her head in disapproval at her stupidity for not saying anything.

“You know, he’s still outside.” Helene pointed out, seeing the mop of silver waiting for the light to turn green. (Y/n) looked at her before smirking, she grabbed a tiramisu, tossing it in a box before running out.

“Vincent!” The young woman yelled out, waving her hand for him to pause, and he did. Vincent halted in his tracks, waiting for the woman to catch up.

“You forgot this.” She panted out, one hand holding the box out to him while the other was on her knee, trying to catch her breath.

“Oh… I didn’t order this.” He told her, trying to turn it down, thinking that she had mistaken him for someone else.

“Think of it as a treat! From me to you.” She told him, shoving the box in his hands and bolting before he had a chance to say anything else. The older man huffed out a small laugh at their interaction and made his way home, not thinking much of it. On his short walk home, he couldn’t get the sound of her voice out of his head.

Vincent Renzi was utterly enamoured by this siren of a woman.

He set the box down, opening it up only to see something that surprised him. Inside the box was the woman’s phone number and name.

“Call me… or not.” He whispered out loud, laughing a bit. He hadn’t even known her properly yet she was already weaseling her way into his heart. He saved the number in his phone, not quite ready to shoot her a text yet.

This had to be the best day possible for him. All because he forgot to replace his stupid coffee maker.

Deciding that the weather wasn’t going to change its mind anytime soon, Vincent decided to drink and work outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Only to see that she was waiting for him, in the window of her café, waving at him shyly before signaling her hand into a phone. Vincent nodded, truly intending to know the woman more, hopefully over a nice dinner and a glass of wine. She smiled before turning on her heels and rushing back to the café.

Oh dear, he hadn’t even known her yet he was in so deep.

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Mon cœur

Vincent Renzi x reader

Word count: 1.9k

The bright sunlight filtered through the curtains, resting itself on the young woman sprawled in the bed, limbs twisting at an odd position. Vincent watched from the doorway as his beautiful lover slept peacefully, letting the sun highlight her features.

He admired her, a hot cup of coffee warming his hands and body, the only source of warmth really.

His wife liked keeping the house cold in even the coldest of weather and who was he to argue with that. Well, he was a lawyer, a good one but he was nothing compared to the wonderful woman he called his dear heart. His silver hair fell delicately over his face, framing it nicely as he walked quietly towards the sleeping woman.

Vincent set the coffee down on the bedside and made himself comfortable beside her, trailing his fingers up her back. “ mon cœur, time to wake up.” Vincent whispers, his lips near her ear as he delicately kisses her cheek. The woman stirs, eyes opening up slowly, like a cat. He grins, running his hand down her back, letting it rest there.

“There you are. It’s time to get up.” Vincent whispers as the young woman looks up at him, deciding that it’s not the time to wake up, she pulls the covers up to her chin, trying to fall into a dreamless state. Her husband laughs and scoots closer to her, fingers twirling a strand of hair.

“Vincent, it’s too early.” A muffled voice comes from the bundled figure and he grins. She’s bringing out the full name. “Not early, chérie. It’s 10am.” He tells her and the woman groans, knowing that this battle is lost, she throws the covers off her body, shooting a glare at the silver haired man.

“You are a menace, Vincent.” She tells him, pulling him down by the collar of his sweater into a loving kiss. The taste of cigarettes and coffee lingers on his tongue, a taste that she’s quite familiar with. Vincent pulls away first, knowing that if he didn’t, they wouldn’t get anything done for the day.

“Mon coeur, you have to get up. We have errands to run.” Vincent reminds her, eyes closed in content as she runs her hands through his hair.

“Hmm,” his wife hums, “We can leave them for another day.” She whispers, intent on staying in bed. Vincent laughs and pulls away fully from her, making the woman pout. She extends her hand out to him and he pulls her up, ushering her towards the washroom to shower. She listens, but not without stealing a kiss from him first.

Vincent loved his wife. She was the one person who truly held his heart and while he once loved Sandra, she was a woman of the past. His wife however, she is his present and future. The silver haired man makes his way down from their bedroom to the kitchen, starting on breakfast. His breakfast was a cigarette and a cup of coffee, his wife would not enjoy the same breakfast he did. Not this morning at least. On his way down he turns the heat up, letting the house warm up while he cooks and she showers. Vincent knows very well that while (y/n) prefers a cold house to sleep in, she does not like a cold house to stay awake in.

About half an hour later, his waist is encapsulated in a hug, face resting between his shoulder blades. Vincent turns around, throwing his arm over his wife, placing a delicate kiss on her forehead while serving her breakfast.

She frowns when she sees his lack of breakfast. “You know very well that I don’t like you eating cigarettes and coffee for breakfast.” The younger woman scolds him, eyebrows furrowed and lips pulled into a scowl. Vincent laughs, “ You my love, are one funny woman. You do the same when you think I won’t notice.” He tells her, brushing his finger along the bridge of her nose as she feels warmth rush into her cheeks. Caught in the spider web. Vincent kisses her cheek hand, encouraging her to eat while she talks nonsensically. He doesn’t listen, not really. He likes the sound of her voice, it feels like music to his ears.

After breakfast, (Y/n) goes to do the dishes but is stopped by her husband, a delicate grasp on her wrist telling her to not go any farther than just putting them in the sink. She turns to him and frowns, “You don’t let me do much, Vince.” He turns around and puts a delicate hand on her shoulder, bending down to whisper in her ear, “Let me take care of you, my love. As you do me.” She sighs, even after 3 years of marriage, he never fails to fluster her. She looks up at him, patting his chest and kissing his jaw before making her way upstairs and grabbing their coats.

Today was a busy day ahead of them. They had to run to the store, grab groceries and other necessities and while there, a visit to the flower shop wouldn’t hurt and of course, the most important part. Stocking up on wine and cigarettes. Their idea of a good evening was far too many glasses of wine and a cigarette while they danced to classical music. Well, dance was an overstatement, Vincent would grab her and sway her around the living room, cheek resting on her head while her own rested on his shoulder. She remembers this one night, Vincent had just one yet another case and they got drunk on wine, stupidly drunk. Her memory of most of the night was hazy except this. They ate cheese and talked about everything under the stars. It was before they got married and she knew at that moment she would never spend a lifetime without him.

Their relationship raised questions at first but only due to their large age gap. Many people didn’t seem to realize that the two didn’t care when it came to their age because together, they were still silly teenagers at heart laughing and giggling at stupid jokes and pictures. It was nothing illegal, she was a good 25 years old and he was 36 when they met. Dated for two years and now they were here, married and very much in love still.

“Cherie!?” Vincent’s distant voice from the bottom of the staircase pulled the young woman back from her memories as she rushed to put on red lipsticks and grab their coats. Vincent smiled at seeing her, hands in his pockets and spine curled up, like he was a cat. He is a cat, she thought, seeing him standing like that. The young woman handed him his coat while she shrugged on her own, it was cold outside and she grimaced. She liked it when the house was cold at night but she hated when it was cold outside and there were errands that needed to be run.

“Ready?” Vincent asks her, placing a cigarette between his lips as he turns to lock their door. (Y/n) shakes her head and sighs, plucking the cigarette from his mouth and placing it in her own.

“No. It’s cold, we should’ve stayed home.” The young woman whines, grabbing onto Vincent’s hand tightly and resting her forehead against his arm, cigarette dangling from her other hand. He plucks it back from her, inhaling before exhaling slowly.

“Come on, mon cœur, we have things that need to be done.” His accent thick as the words roll easily from his mouth. The drive to the grocery store was short and quiet. Music filled through the air as (Y/n) looked out the window, admiring the snow covered trees, one hand still in Vincent’s gentle hold.

He parked the car before getting out, his wife following behind him, they made their way into the store. It wasn’t large by any means but it had everything they needed. Their hands still held together as Vincent placed a small kiss on her cheek. His affection was always so soft, like a warm blanket wrapping her up.

“Let’s get the things and leave soon please.” She huffs out, crossing her arms over her chest while her husband examines the ingredients.

“Hm, do you have any plans that you’re in such a rush?” Vincent teases her, looking at her from the side of his eye. His wife rolls her eyes at his teasing.

“I know a couple things we could do.” She whispers, running a hand through his hair, a pleasant shudder going up his spine.

“Mhm.” He mumbles, at a loss of words. Only his wife was able to manage to leave the man speechless. His entire job was about talking yet as soon as she says anything suggestive, his mind goes into overdrive and the only thing that comes out is a mumble.

She notices it and walks closer, finger trailing up chest before stopping to caress his cheek, “Cat got your tongue, Vince?” She asks, a teasing smile on her face. He sighs and lets out a small, shy laugh. Putting the items in their cart, he throws an arm over her shoulder, pulling her into him, even closer than she was before.

“You, my love, manage to catch my tongue.” He tells her, gripping her neck lightly, angling her face to kiss her. It was a small kiss, nothing too intimate, no. That was saved for the privacy of their own home. They made their way down the isles, filling the cart with necessities and other things that they just felt like getting. It took them a good hour but that’s only because Vincent insisted on finding the best of the best.

“Come on, old man. I’m tired and hungry.” She grumbles, grabbing onto his arm to pull him forward and he lets her.

“Well chérie, it is time for lunch.” The older man states in an obvious tone. She looks at him for a moment before throwing her head back and letting out a small laugh. Vincent laughs with her. He loves the sound of her laugh, it reminds him of home. She is his home.

The two made their way to the car, filling the trunk up with groceries before heading to their respective spots. Vincent pauses for a minute, pulling her in by her waist and kissing her fervently. Hands on her waist as her back digs into the car, her hands wander to his neck, tugging the hair at the base of it. He pulls away, letting his forehead rest against hers.

“Where did that come from?” She asks him, doe eyes peering up into his own, making him smile.

“Je t’aime.” Vincent whispers, pulling back from her, she stares at him, hands on his face,

“Je t’aime aussi.” She replies as the older man leans into her touch.

“Come on, my love, let’s go home.” She pats his chest, making her way over to the passenger side.

Home wasn’t a building for Vincent. It was her. She’s his home. The scent of her perfume lingering in the air is home. The lipstick marks on their shared cigarette is home. Her warm body pressed up against his in bed is home. She’s his home and where she goes, he goes with her. Their souls make home in each other. If soulmates existed then she was his. He would seek for her in death and find her in each lifetime simply because his heart belongs to her and without her, Vincent is just a man without a home and heart.

A/n: I wrote this in like an hour and if there’s any mistakes or if something doesn’t make sense, let me know pls 🩷

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10 things Hannibal as said about or to his wife

(Enjoy the gif, it’s what Mrs lecter sees in bed 😉)

1) you are the fire that burns deep within my soul. Without you, I would cease to exist.

2) oh my soul, I love you more than anything on this planet. Even the greatest beauty on this world falls pale to you.

3)my heart only beats for you, my money is yours, my life is yours. Anything you do with it is yours.

4) there is only one god in my life and that’s my wife. She’s my creator and my universe. She’s the very essence of my being.

5) I would suffer through a thousand more lifetimes if it meant I get to be with you.

6) never will I love anyone as much as I love my wife. She is the one thing that keeps my heart beating. Without her, I would be nothing.

7) if her love is a thorn on the rose, then I’d gladly prick myself a thousand times to feel it.

8) my life would be colourless less without your presence. You are my moon and my universe. The sun that shines bright. The very essence of my existence.

9) if my death meant for her to live, I would die for her each time. There is no me without her.

10) I would die at her mercy if it meant I saw her face for the last time.

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Mint chocolate chip and horror movies

Spencer Reid x Reader

Word count: 1245

There weren’t many nights were Spencer slept well or even at all. He’s always had nightmares, dark vicious dreams that took hold of him in his sleep and terrorized him constantly. The only time he ever got some sleep was when he was on the jet or at home with his neighbours music humming lightly through the walls.

Y/n was interesting when Spencer first met her. He was coming home from a case and she was talking to someone on the phone, in loud Russian. Spencer didn’t even realize that she saw him there, the girl gave him a small wave and at first Spencer was confused. He looked behind him before he pointed at himself in a questioning manor. The giggle that his neighbour let out was so sweet, like island flowers dipped in honey. Spencer wanted to drown in the sound. He waved back at her with a soft yet awkward smile and the young woman let out another laugh before walking into her apartment.

The first conversation that Spencer actually had with (Y/n) was when he jolted awake from his sleep at the sound of something crashing followed by curses. Still disoriented, Spencer sat up in bed for a couple minutes contemplating if he should or shouldn’t knock on his neighbour’s door. He chose the former and Spencer was glad that he did. When (y/n) opened the door, the first thing that hit Spencer’s nose was the smell of cookies, chocolate to be exact.

“Spencer! I’m so so so sorry, I didn’t think that my baking would awake you!” (Y/n) rushed out a frazzled apology to a still slightly disoriented Spencer. The young woman grimaced slightly when she saw how tired he looked.

“I-uh. Sorry I heard a crash and I came to see if everything was alright.” The young woman in front of him only nodded before opening the door and gestured for him to come inside. She sighed,

“I’m sorry Spencer, I didn’t mean to wake you up. But now that you’re here, have some cookies and hot chocolate with me.” (Y/n) offered to Spencer. The older man smiled awkwardly at her before nodding at her. She grinned widely and opened her door fully to let Spencer in. He smiled awkwardly at her as she gestured for Spencer to sit on the couch.

“Do you have any specific way your like your hot coco?” (Y/n) asked him from the kitchen counter, shuffling through the cabinets. Spencer was quite for a while making (Y/n) worry. She turned back to look at him only to see him in deep thought. The young woman smiled to herself.

“I like mint Hot Chocolate?” Spencer told her, well, he more so questioned her. (Y/n) laughed at him.

“I love mint hot chocolate!” She said gleefully and Spencer smiled. This young woman was truly an enigma. The first time Spencer saw her, he thought she was some ditzy party girl who would surely annoy the life out of him. Now, that thought seemed too judgmental. From what Spencer could gather, she was smart and studious. The array of books in Russian and different languages have him the impression that she studied in her free time. Her wall was covered in pictures of her family and friends, intimate events. Before he could realize, Spencer began to profile her.

“Hey, here’s your hot cocoa along with some cookies on a tray to be shared between them. He followed her from the kitchen to her living room, taking a seat beside her yet still keeping a reasonable distance. (Y/n) smiled as she drifted through various streaming sites, trying to find a movie.

“Do you prefer horror movies or something else?” She asked Spencer, turning to look at him. He looked surprised that she even asked him.

“Horror movies sound good. Do you have a favourite?” Spencer was surprised by his own question. He was shocked that he didn’t stutter when he asked her the question that only made the younger girl beside him smile brightly. She looked like the sun when she smiled.

“The conjuring franchise is my favourite!” (Y/n) exclaimed, flapping her arms up and down like a golden retriever wagging its tail.

“It’s mine too!” Spencer responded, excitement seeping through his own voice. Everyone in the team was either to scared to watch the movie or just simply didn’t like it. His answer only made (Y/n) smile brighter as she pressed play.

The movie began as Spencer and (Y/n) watched the movie comfortably, sipping on their hot chocolate and munching on sugar cookies. The small talk between them consisted of their favourite scenes. (Y/n) was a huge fan of Ed and Lorraine’s relationship and wanted one just like theirs. Spencer nodded his head at that, agreeing with her.

“Why do you like Ed and Lorraine so much?” Spencer asked her, the two sitting closer than they had in the beginning. (Y/n) looked at him, resting her head on the armrest of the couch, her legs splayed over Spencer’s thighs. He didn’t mind, in fact, he welcomed the warmth that her legs provided.

“They would die for each other. In every sense, their love is so strong that the two won’t ever leave each other, even if it meant dying for one another.” (Y/n)’s explanation ended as soon as the end credits came on. A sad feeling rushed over Spencer at the sudden thought of leaving the apartment.

“Don’t you have work tomorrow, Mr. FBI?” (Y/n) teased him as she stood up from the couch, grabbing their cups and the tray before taking them to the kitchen. Spencer followed her to the kitchen.

“Actually tomorrow I have a day off.” Spencer informed her and (Y/n) turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow, clearly not believing him.

“Sure you do.” She said.

“I assure you I do. Unless I get called in.” Spencer replied making (Y/n) snort a laugh at the last part.

“You always have to jinx yourself don’t you?” She asked rhetorically, resting against the counter top now. Spencer blushed.

“Uh-” Spencer begin to talk but was cut off by her laughter.

“I’m joking, Spencer.” She said, walking out of the kitchen. Spencer spared a glance at the clock, it was late in the night. 2:30am. He couldn’t believe that they spent around 2 hours just watching the movie and talking.

“I should get going. It’s late and you probably have plans tomorrow.” Spencer told her, awkwardly removing himself from the island chair. (Y/n) looked disappointed but agreed, walking Spencer to the door.

“I had a good time tonight. Thank you.” Spencer said truthfully before walk-in out the door and to his apartment next door. He wasn’t lying, he did enjoy himself tonight.

“Hey Spencer, if you really don’t have work tomorrow, would you like to grab lunch with me?” (Y/n) called out tentatively, fiddling with the bracelet on her wrist. Spencer turned around and smiled at her.

“Yeah! That sounds amazing!” He said, trying to keep the excitement in his voice to a minimum.

“Great! It’s a date!” (Y/n) replied, leaving a dumbfounded Spencer in the hallway, smiling to himself like a maniac as he stared at he closed door. He couldn’t believe that a invitation for hot chocolate, from his very attractive young neighbour turned into a date for lunch!

A/n: this has been sitting in my drafts since the day I opened this account. It’s been long over due.

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besties it’s time i’m rewatching moonknight, steven i’m coming home my beloved

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Kiss kiss

Hannibal lecter is not a simple man in any terms. No, he is refined and meticulous. Not one moment of his day goes unplanned, until it comes to his beautiful and loving wife. Now, Hannibal is head over heals for his woman and anything that she wants she gets with a simple kiss as his reward and that’s all he truly asks for.

“Hannibal! My love!” She calls out as soon as she walked through the door. Hannibal knew that she was coming. He heard her soft footsteps and the vague smell of her lotus perfume lingered in the air. Hannibal peaked his head up from his desk and there she was, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, with her hair down and eyes bright and dark red lips stretched into a smile.

He got up, and greeted her with a soft kiss on her cheek, one she returned before she dragged him to sit with her on the chairs he had designated for patients. Even in his office moments with her felt intimate and homey. It was in this moment that Hannibal realized home wasn’t a place but rather a person and his home was sat right in front of him, babbling on about how she doesn’t get paid enough to deal with some of her students. Hannibal smiled. He was fond of her stories and students. Sure, they have his lover a headache but she loved them so much!

“How are you? How was your day, darling?” Hannibal asked getting up to grab some wine for the two of them. She smiled, a bright, old Hollywood smile. It was Hannibal’s favourite thing to look at in the whole world.

“It was so fun Hans!” She exclaimed loudly before telling him what she taught her students and the discussion they had about the novel they were currently reading in class. His wife was a good teacher and Hannibal knew that one day she’d also make an amazing mother. Hannibal handed her the glass of wine, one that she took gratefully. Her heels and jacket king discarded on the other chair.

“How was your day?” She asked, putting a hand on his chest and caressing him with so much love Hannibal thought he’d cry. He took his wife’s and placed a loving kiss on it, letting it linger for a while.

“My day was okay, my love. Will came by earlier and we chatted. Abigail also dropped by, talking about her classes at school. Then I had a few patients and that’s about all.” Hannibal told her, watching the way her eyes gleamed at the mention of Abigail. She loved the younger so much, like her own daughter. She also loved Will too, her was her brother in name.

“How is Will? I missed him so much! I need to go visit him again, I have some treats for the doggies.” She spoke, lost in thought. Hannibal grinned at her thoughtfulness. She always put others before herself. That made Hannibal frown, how did he, a selfish man, end up with a woman like her? A woman so wonderful?

“Are you alright?” She asked, coming closer to touch his face, Hannibal smiled before nodding. He bent down to kiss his beautiful lover before walking over to his desk and picking up his coat.

“Are you ready to leave?” Hannibal’s questioned snapped her out of concentration. She stood up tall and nodded while smiling.

Hannibal and wife made their way to the exit. Hannibal leading the way. She smiled up gratefully at him, always the gentleman. Despite being younger than him, Hannibal’s wife was the only one that could keep up with him. Even if she knew about the crimes that he’d committed, she’s always be right by his side. No matter what. It didn’t matter to her even if the world around them was burning down. All she ever wanted was for him to be okay. Just always okay.

“I love you.” She kissed his cheek as she entered the car. Hannibal smiled bashfully before entering the car after her. She was his light and fresh air that kept him alive. For her he’d do anything.

Tagging my babes: @shawty-writes-a-little @chchchcheni @jake-g-lockley

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im just going to come right out and say it. i miss when we were all obsessed with neko atsume. i do. it was a simpler time

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feeling like it’s time to maybe maybe quit my job

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sleepy sleepy sleepy and yet i still have a shift tomorrow

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well bestie just me and u and my thoughts

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