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ladylooch · 10 months

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Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 7

A/N: LMAO, all the Wild players except like two in this chapter aren't even on the team anymore 🤣

Word Count: 41.k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, Swearing

The Minneapolis- St,. Paul airport is busy for a mid-September Tuesday. I try not to get frustrated as I wait for Kevin. He texted me that he was just about to the front of the customs line, but each minute has been passing painstakingly slow since then. After two and a half months apart, I’m as desperate for him as I was when we parted in Sweden. Time does nothing to calm the ache or the desire that I have for Kevin. I’m utterly obsessed with him in a way that scares and excited me.

The doors to the international customs area open again causing me to turn and then, there he is walking casually down the stairs. I grin widely in response and wait for his eyes to lock on me. I know the moment that he sees me because his entire body responds with excitement and he motions for me to run to him. I do, not caring at all what people must think about this desperate girl running to a man in the airport. When we meet, Kevin catches me and spins me around while I wrap my legs around him. I bounce against him excitedly as he laughs.

“Best welcome home ever.” He whispers as I pull back. I connect our lips in a desperate kiss and sigh as I lose myself in the feeling of being with him again. “Hi baby.” He says when we have to pull apart because our smiles are too wide. “Did you miss me?”

“God, yes.” I whine to him with a pout. He captures my lip in his teeth briefly and then slides me back down to the ground.

“Good. Let’s get my stuff and get out of here.” He winds our fingers together. I clutch his arm with my other hand, kissing his bicep through his sweatshirt as we walk. He smells exactly as I remember- clean, fresh and sweet.

We grab Kevin’s bags and set off to the parking lot where my SUV awaits. We throw his stuff in the trunk and I climb into the driver’s seat.

“Are you tired or hungry?” I question, looking at him as he reaches over and begins to trace hearts on my thigh.

“I’m starving.” He tells me. When his eyes meet mine, I know he’s not talking about food. I suck my bottom lip into my mouth and nod in understanding. “Are you hungry, baby?” He murmurs to me.

“I could go for a mouthful of something.” I suggest to him, giggling afterwards as I back out of my parking spot.

“Mmm, that’s my girl.” Kevin sucks in a breath through his teeth which is follow by an immediate yawn. “I am tired though. I only got like two hours of sleep on the plane.”

“No.” I pout to him.

“Yeah, I see jet lag in my future.” He rolls his neck from side to side, stretching out his muscles. I notice that his biceps are bulging a bit more out of his shirt than last time I saw him.

“You’re looking cut.” I point out to him as I stop for a red light just outside the airport. “Must have worked cutting out all that cake.”

“It just about killed me though.” He wrinkles his nose in disgust. “But yes, I’m faster and stronger. I feel like I’ve lost some more of my baby pudge.”

“You did not have baby pudge.” I say to him. “But your cheeks and jaw are some how even more pronounced than before. You’re like fine wine, you get better with age.” I touch his cheek gently, turning back to the road when the light turns green.

“I hear I’ve got an excellent face for sitting on.” My eyes widen and I let out a loud laugh in surprise as his hand returns to my thigh. One finger slices under the leg of my shorts and brushes the inside of my thigh.

“Definitely.” I agree calmly, even though I’m anything but calm with his fingers teasing me.

“You know why I couldn’t sleep on the plane?” He asks me as I pull off the freeway and into downtown.

“Why?” I wonder innocently, but I’m well aware of where this is going.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about how damn good your tits look when I’m fucking you.” Heat instantly pools between my legs. I keep my eyes on the road, acting like his words aren’t making me melt. I know if I do this, he’ll keep going like it’s a challenge. Kevin pauses to study my face. I bite the left corner of my mouth to keep my smile at bay. “Then, that got me thinking about when you were in my bed in Sweden. Having you early in the morning and late at night. You squirming under me and begging for me not to stop. How’s a guy supposed to sleep when all he can hear is the moans of a beautiful woman?”

“Kevin.” I say incredulously. “Good lord.” We pull into the underground garage of his building. I’m thankful for a darker space where he can’t see the pink taking over my cheeks. He talks dirty like a hockey player and I love him for it. I put the car in park and Kevin continues.

“On the plane, knowing I would be buried inside of you in mere hours, sleep just wouldn’t come.” That does it.

“Oh my fucking god…” I gasp, unclipping my seat belt and throwing myself at him. Our lips smash together and even though it’s awkward with the console between us, it’s just as hot as he wanted it to be. My tongue slides into his mouth and tangles with his. His hand moves from my back to reach for my ass, giving it a rough squeeze. I bring a hand to his pants and slide my fingers easily into the waistband of his boxer briefs giving his hard shaft a tug. He pulls away with a moan followed by a hearty laugh.

“Nailed it.” He grins, finishing with a brief kiss. “Let’s leave this stuff in here and bang one out quick.”

I don’t have to be told twice.

We fall into bed minutes later, naked and groping at each other like it’s been years not months since we’ve been apart. Kevin’s on top of me, his fingers are indulgent on my breasts. He moans as I run the tip of my finger over the head of his engorged penis.

“Fuck!” He exclaims all of a sudden, pulling back from me quickly. “I don’t have any condoms here. Do you have any?” He wonders, but I shake my head no. The thought never crossed my mind because I figured there were some left from earlier this year. “I’ll go grab some from the store down the street.” He’s rolling off of me and I grab his wrist to stop him.

“Kev, I trust you.” I say to him honesty because I do. I believe him when he says he’s clean, that he hasn’t been with anyone, and I’ve been on birth control for years. We are safe together and I want this right now, not in twenty minutes.

“Are you sure?” He asks me, coming back on the bed and cupping my face in his hands. “We don’t have to do this. We can wait and I can go get some.”

“Are you honest with me?” I ask him seriously even though I know the answer.

“Of course. I’m good. Are you?”

“Yes.” His eyes take in my face again before he leans down and kisses me softly. “I love you.” I tell him, running a hand through the side of his hair.

“I love you, Sam. So much.” He whispers against my lips. He’s poised at my entrance but he stops and sucks in a slow, measured breath. “I have to be honest, I was going to rail into you and now I’m trying to wait so I can slow down.” I laugh loudly in delight.

“You know I like it hard and fast.” I trace the outline of his right pectoral muscle.

“I know, but now I want to make love to you slow and sweet like this moment deserves.”

The way he is looking at me makes happy tears sting in my eyes. I have never felt so safe and loved in someone’s arms before. I want him slow and fast and hard and gentle all at the same time. He eases into me and my eyes close at the addictive pleasure of having him again. I don’t care what he does at this point. I just want him to stay right here, this close to me. When he’s all the way in, he pauses there, letting me accommodate to him. He brushes a strand of hair from my face and tenderly kisses my lips.

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone.” He confesses to me as he begins to move. The feeling of no barrier already has me quivering in his arms. I’m so turned on that he easily glides in and out. I turn my face away from him and sink my teeth gently into his forearm to hold back from the scream I want to let loose. When Kevin speaks again, I can hear the smile dancing in his voice. “Tell me you feel the same.”

“Yes!” I moan and he laughs in response at the exasperation in my voice. “Can you focus?” I breathe out, unsure of why he keeps talking to me needlessly.

“I am. This is hot. I love making you beg for more.”

“Kevin, you are the most incredible man I have ever met. Now, for the love of all that is good in this world, please just fuck me.” My hands reach for his hips and hold him deep inside of me while I complain to him.

“Okay baby.” He gives me one last smirk and then thrusts into me so hard that I’m shoved higher up the bed.

Incredible doesn’t even begin to describe the orgasm that comes next.

Welcome home, Kev.

_ _ _

“Whoa.” I breathe out to Kevin with wide eyes as we roll up to Mikko and Helena Koivu’s house in the lush suburbs of Edina, three weeks later. The captain and his wife are hosting a welcome back dinner for all the players following the completion of training camp. It’s one last opportunity for us all to bond and have some fun prior to the season kicking into full, exhausting gear.

“Yeah. Goals.” Kevin grins at me.

“What do you do with a house this big?” I wonder. “I mean the cleaning alone.”

“Babe, when you live in a house like this, you pay someone to clean it.” Kevin parks the car and we exit, walking up the cobble stone walkway to the impressive entrance.

“Hello!” Helena exclaims excitedly when she sees us. “Come, come, come. Sam, welcome to the WAGS.” She gives me a huge hug. “You and Kevin, just stunning.” She motions with her hands. “Everyone is in the kitchen, so head on in.”

Kevin and I share an amused look as we enter into the party. I notice immediately that Alex is relatively close to where we are standing. I’m not quite sure how to approach this situation so I just give him and Felicia a small wave. Alex acknowledges us with a brief nod and returns to his conversation with Marcus Foligno. Okay, that was relatively painless.

“Do you want something to drink?” Kevin asks me, motioning to the other side of the room where various drinks are.

“Um, maybe some wine?” I question. “You know what I like.”

“Fireball it is.” He confirms with a joke before sauntering away.

“Sam, Hi!” A woman with long brown hair and perfect cheek bones greets me. I know she is Jared Spurgeon’s wife, but I’m unsure what her name is. “Danielle.” She tells me. “I’ve seen you around the lounge, but we haven’t met.”

“Yeah, Hi! Nice to meet you.

“Welcome.” She grins, “It’s always nice to see new faces join our group.” She is warm and genuine while she talks which puts me at ease.

“Thank you.” Kevin returns with a glass of white wine for me. I smile gratefully at him. I glance around the party. Even though I’ve been in the family lounge before, I haven’t spent much time with the other WAGS. I feel a bit out of place, like the only new person, even though I know I’m not. My eyes look in my brother’s direction and I can tell he is purposefully avoiding us.

“Sam.” Zach Parise greets me as he walks in with his wife, Alisha.

“Hey!” I greet Zach with a wave. I have babysat Zach and Alisha’s two kids a few times over the years as they live relatively close to Alex and tend to double date together.

“Al told me about you and Kev. You sure about this guy?” He is teasing but Kevin’s shoulders tighten a bit in response.

“For the most part. We will see how he plays this year before we make any long-term decisions.” I give Kevin’s arm a loving, kidding squeeze.

“Superstars only in your family.” Zach chuckles. “You’ve got a good one, Kev. Take care of her.”

As the Parises move on, Helena begins to buzz around the kitchen, handing out light blue jean jackets that are seemingly adorned with various patches and letters in the Wild colors of green and red. She hands one to Danielle, who shows me the jacket in full, both the front and the back.

“A few of the veteran WAGS designed these to hand out to the girls this year. We went with denim because they are easy to wear for all season and can be worn under a winter jacket. We do this every year as a fun, kick off for the season.”

“Wow.” I tell her, taking in the Wild logo, the numbers and the large letters on the back that spell out Spurgeon along with his number of 46. “They’re very cute.”

“Sam! Fiala!” Helena hands one to me. I reach for it unexpectedly. I wasn’t anticipating getting a jacket because one, I didn’t know this was a thing. And two, I never gave anyone my size.

“I snatched your jacket one day when you weren’t looking.” Kevin fills me in on how they happened to guess my jacket size.

“Sneaky.” I glare jokingly at him. “There is just one problem.” I tell him as the kitchen begins to clear out with people move farther into the house and party.

“What’s that?” He wonders leaning a hip against the counter, eyes narrowing in on me seductively.

“I don’t know if you’ve earned the right for me to swap out the last name that I wear.” I’m teasing, but I know it will lead somewhere fun.

“Excuse me?” He looks taken aback, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah. The last name I’m rocking to games right now has some pretty serious NHL caliber play behind it. Jury is still out on you.”

He lets out an incredulous laugh, blinking rapidly and eyeing me up. “That’s big talk for someone who came here with me. You might need to find your own ride back.”

“Oh… you’re gonna leave me behind, Kevin? Looking like this?” I motion to my tight jeans that grip my ass like a glove and the sweater that allows sinister peeks at my cleavage. “Okay. Maybe I’ll see what Dumba’s doing later.”

“Sure, I can save this for my next girlfriend then.” He shrugs as if he doesn’t care, holding the jacket up. My mouth drops open in surprise and slight annoyance at that comment. Even though we are kidding, the thought of someone else wearing Kevin’s name lights my heart on fire- and not in a good way.

“Fine. Matt!” I yell out, trying to get Matt Dumba’s attention from across the room.

“Enough.” Kevin silences me with a hard press of his lips causing me to squeal into his mouth. “Why do you do this stuff to drive me nuts?”

“Because it keeps things interesting…. And you humble.”

“Please wear this.” He places the jacket in my hands and I accept it from him. He softens instantly.

“Kev, of course I’m going to wear this. Just don’t pout if it not on the nights Al starts.”

“Okay, we can agree on that.” He nods in agreement. He leans down again, placing a sweet kiss on my lips. When we pull apart, his eyes have melted into chocolate pools that I want to bathe in. I step closer to him and run my hands up his chest, lacing them behind his head and pulling him to me again.

“I’m so in love with you, Kevin Fiala.” I whisper so quietly I’m not sure he can hear. Then his lips tilt into a smirk and I know he does. I wrinkle my nose at his cockiness which makes his smile larger.

“My number 1 fan.” He murmurs back to me.

“Aw!” Luke Kunin yells as he walks by. “FiFi’s in love!”

“Yeah, tell your friends.” Kevin responds without breaking eye contact with me.

“Al! Kev’s smooching your sister!” I drop my hands from Kevin’s neck in an exasperated response.

“Great. That’s going to be a thing isn’t it?” I mutter to Kevin, stepping back from his embrace.

“Absolutely.”

“Good thing you’re worth the trouble.” I chirp at him before I turn, noticing Alex and Felicia walking towards us. “I’m innocent!” I jokingly hold my hands up.

“You may be, but the cheesing cat right there isn’t.” Alex narrows his eyes at my boyfriend. Kevin widens his stance, shoving his hands into his pockets casually with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Just trying to treat her right, man.”

“The jackets are so cute this year!” Felicia exclaims, changing the subject. “You picked a good year to join the group.” She winks at me.

“Yes, I did hear about the jackets, so that’s why I let this guy catch me.” I snap my teeth teasingly at Kevin who shrugs.

“Whatever works for you, baby.”

As a foursome, we slide deeper into the party and begin engaging with other members of the team. Kevin and I quickly find Ryan Hartman and his girlfriend Lauren and engage in conversation with them. I find out that Lauren is from a southern suburb of Minneapolis as well and graduated from high school around the same time that I did. We even have a mutual friend from college that we joke about her obsession with her dog on Instagram.

“Truthfully, if I had a dog that cute, I would probably be just as obnoxious.” I laugh with Lauren, thinking of the beautiful blue Pit Bull with crystal blue eyes and a face that would be impossible to say no to.

“Hey!” Felicia pokes me, entering the circle again after her and Alex wandered off to chat with Jason Zucker and his wife, Carly. “We are going to play a team bonding game. Join us!” She insists. The four of us comply and settle into the massive seating area of the living room. I look at the cards centered on the table and see we are playing a game called Buzzed.

“So this game is like a drinking version of Never Have I Ever. You pick a card, read it out, and anyone who has done that thing has to drink. Does everyone have a full drink?” Carly wonders, holding up her own. “You’ll need a full one because I know at least half of you in here are nasty.” The group laughs in response and some members dip to grab refills of their drink before rejoining the circle.

The cards start out innocent enough with soft balls such as drink if you’ve ever failed a test, got a speeding ticket, or lied to your parents. Soon, though, the questions turn a little deeper and the embarrassment begins to creep up my neck. I become very aware of exactly where my brother is and unfortunately, it’s directly across from Kevin and I.

“Drink if you’ve ever had sex in a public place.” Jared Spurgeon calls out.

“Define sex?” Marcus wonders.

“Moose, if you have to ask, drink.” Alex points at him with a laugh while taking his own swig of beer. I look down at my drink and side eye Kevin, who is trying not to make eye contact with anyone. I casually lift my drink and give a small sip. It was one time in high school and I was so terrified of getting caught that I didn’t even enjoy it.

“Good to know.” Kevin murmurs to me, shoving my shoulder as his drink stays in it’s position.

“It was once.” I mutter, giving my head a slight shake.

“Okay!” Natascia, Marcus’ wife, calls us all back to her. “Drink if you’ve ever kissed a friend’s sibling.”

“Kevin!” Luke yells and the others join in. Kevin shakes his head and sucks down the rest of his drink.

“Who said Al was a friend?” Jordan Greenway laughs.

“As far as Fiala is concerned, I’m the best damn friend he’s ever had.” Alex insists with a slight glare.

“Sure.” Kevin nods with a shrug, laughing as Jordan gives him another beer. Next up is Carly, Jason Zucker’s wife.

“Okay… drink if you’ve ever given or received road head.” The room roars with laughter and several people suck down sips of their drink. Both Kevin and I take a drink, thinking of a certain date earlier this fall when we just couldn’t wait.

“I hate this game.” Alex mutters, rubbing at his forehead.

“Look away!” Felicia jokes at him, shoving his face away from our direction.

“There are some things I just don’t need to know.”

“Then mind your business!” Carly laughs at him. “Good for you, Sam! Woo!”

Lauren is next and thankfully gives us a break of the sexual related cards. “Everyone must take a drink without using their hands.”

“Oh god.” Helena mutters, looking around at all the white, cream and grey furniture in the living room. “Mind your wine!” She says with a laugh while we all attempt it.

“Shit, my beer is full.” Kevin mutters, encircling his beer with his lips and tilting it up. I laugh at how much goes into his mouth as he attempts to swallow it all. I grab the bottle from him when I see it slipping and giggle. I take a sip of it, figuring I can do that easier than I can with my glass of wine.

“Not bad.” Ryan, who is next to me, says as he grabs the next card. “Everyone who is single, take a drink. Woo!” Ryan yells, grabbing Lauren and laying a hot smooch on her. The boys in committed relationship howl in response while the single boys willingly take a sip. None of them seem overly disappointed by not having someone here. Next, it’s my turn. I grab a card from the top of the pile and read.

“Drink if you’ve ever had sex multiple times in one day. Good for you, people.” I slowly slide the card back to the table and then raise my wine to my lips and take a big gulp. I shrug my shoulders as I laugh at Kevin, who is also taking a drink. He reaches for the next card after a majority of the people in the room take a sip of their drinks.

“Drink if you’ve ever been in love.” Kevin clinks our drinks together before we both take a sip. When we are done, he reaches for me and pulls me into a sweet and sensitive kiss. “Never like this though.” He nuzzles my nose with his before he leans away.

I watch him as he turns and rejoins the game. I swallow my wine and take in every feature of his. His beautiful eyes, strong jaw, perfectly styled hair. He’s everything I’ve been missing. Like he said in Sweden, the missing piece but one I didn’t even know I was waiting for. I gulp down the emotion building in my throat and turn away from him. My eyes find my brother’s and he gives me a heartfelt smile. I know Alex can see how much we love each other and that helps reaffirm what I’m feeling internally.

Hours later, the night is ending and I’m in the car, heading back to Minneapolis with the man of my dreams. Kevin’s hand instinctively reaches for mine as we hit the freeway. Just like our first date, he raises my hand to his lips for a sincere kiss.

“I love you, baby.” He quietly tells me, the passing street lights illuminating his beautiful face as he drives.

“I love you too, Kev. Always.” And it’s the truth.

No matter what happens in the future, I know for certain that I’ll never stop loving Kevin Fiala.

#letters in your last name au #kevin fiala #Kevin Fiala Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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paulinawoodpecker · 2 months

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Ramirez and Sara cheered him up about Tiffany Mordon hurting his feelings part 1,2,3,4 and final

@jakkiisthatboy2

Part 1:

Tiffany: do you want to play this game?!

Tiffany: *laughs*

Tiffany: Fine! I’ll let you play this game!

Tiffany: operation! Break man’s heart!

The mean queen bees gasps at her

Kenny: no! No! No! This is bad! Really bad!

Kevin: naw not the foot.

Tiffany: let’s do this!

Tad: *gulps*

Part 2:

Tiffany: you have been making women a distraction and feel bad about themselves since you came in to this world. I think you have that all wrong mr. You’re wrong around you representing everything wrong with your discovery and your lame stuff.

Tad: lame?

Tiffany: what unrealistic ideas you have. You are describing stereotypical useless people.

Tad: 😧 I mean I am good looking…

Tiffany: LOOK AT YOURSELF!

Tad: *looks at himself*

Tiffany: where the heck did you get that ridiculous abdominal area where you mostly gain weight?

Tad: 😧

Tiffany: you have got yourself the glutes! The glutes are for people with big guts who always eat overweighted *pokes and slight punches his stomach*

Tiffany: it’s like you have embryos there!

Tad: hey!

Tiffany: you set a masculine movement back to your years. You destroyed men and women’s lives and rights on listening to their hopes and dreams but instead you wanted the spotlight to yourself. With innate sense of worth. You are killing their chance to live in the spotlight. You are killing the planet with your glorification of rampant.

Tad: *tears forming in his eyes*

Tiffany: am I the only one with consumerism? No! Because you know what you are? Nothing! Absolutely nothing. I’m supposed to make you happy and proud of you for yourself. Well get this. I’m wrong. And I’m powerful. Heck yeah I’m powerful!

Sara: *watches tad suffer*

Tad: 🥺

Tiffany: and you have declared yourself sir wrongly nothing. If it weren’t for you, I’ve not been doing this on my own. And another thing. Stop getting in our way you FAT FACIST!

Blair, andrea and ying: 😧

Kevin, Kenny, Christopher, and Ryan: oooh.

Ryan: wow she’s good.

Christopher: never trust a girl with yellow hair.

Tiffany: 😈😏

Tiffany: well? You give up? Or are you hungry for more?

Tiffany: because if you want more, then is suggest you should start stuffing your face because your gut is so big and thick *pats his stomach*

Tad: 😢 okay. Fine. If that’s what you want to call me. It was nice talking to you. Come on Sara.

Tad: *speed walks with 😭 while Sara catches up*

Tiffany: oh yeah. and tad?

Tiffany: *gives him the naughty finger which is censored by the Lightbox animation studios logo*

The mean queen bees laugh villainy and evilly and walks away

Part 3:

Tad: 😭😭😭😭

Sara: hey. It’s okay.

Ramirez: *heard crying that was coming from tad*

Ramirez: what happened?

Sara: he got into a bet with some mean girls.

Ramirez: mean girls?

Sara: her name was Tiffany mordon. She’s the leader of the mean queen bees.

Ramirez: oh. I know her. She used to make fun of my sibling on the first day of high school.

Tad: *sniffs* she was so mean. Where did she get that FAT Fascist? *continues crying*

Part 4:

Ramirez and Sara give him a hug to cheer him up

Tad: *stops crying but still sheds tears*

Sara: I’m very sorry you had to go through that.

Tad: *sniffs* I’m fine. Sara. I’m fine.

Ramirez: Well. Maybe Sara and I can figure out how to make you feel better.

Final:

Tad: really?

Sara: yeah. Someday. You need to stand up to her.

Tad: *tears form bigger* but I’m scared. I’m just scared she might do that break heart thing again.

Ramirez: I know. It’s okay to be scared at first.

Sara: yeah. Sometimes at the first day you meet bullies, they make you cry. But on a future day, you finally start raising your voice and start standing up to them.

Tad: okay.

Ramirez: don’t cry tad.

Tad: I’ll try.

Ramirez and Sara give him a hug to cheer him up

Tad: *manages to calm down*

Tad: thanks you two.

Ramirez: all good?

Tad: yeah. All good.

#tad the lost explorer #tadeo jones #tad the lost explorer 4 #tadeo jones 4 #mean girls #bullies #bully game

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redlibra14-2 · 1 year

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FD Survivors as SCPs *Part 1*

/Hello again all,

It’s been a while. I’ve just been busy with some personal stuff, college, fanfic ideas, Pokemon-related stuff, etc. I honestly didn’t think that my first SCP post would garner some attention from the Final Destination fandom the way it did but it did. I mean it was kind of a casual idea that I had going on in my head that I didn’t think would go anywhere. But I guess it’s starting to take shape. Also, if anyone wants to make fanart based off of my SCP matchups, by all means go ahead. And I’d also like to give out a disclaimer: Much like in my previous post about this, these matchups are based solely on my opinions and what I think fits. Apologies if we disagree, but I did say that if you did have a different opinion, feel free to post it in the comments. Which by the way, feel free to do the same here. I put this as Part 1 in the event that anyone wants to see more in the future. @hatsumesgoggles, this one is for you. This took about a decent 10-20 mins of research and internal debating before making the final decision.

Anyways~

This is another FD/SCP crossover post, but this time it’s with the survivors.

Starting off with:

Nathan - SCP-26805 aka "The Helper Spirit": Now this one is a bit of a mixed case for me, as the SCP in question could apply to basically any of the sidekicks to the visionaries since they all share the same role. And Nathan is no exception to this. And it especially doesn’t help when this SCP isn’t as well-known as some of the classics, like 106 or 035. But I will give you a brief rundown as to what this thing does. Basically, it’s a spirit that can possess anyone and ONLY the person possessed can see its true form. It is also know to cause what can be broken down to and choked up as an adrenaline rush, such as being able to lift heavy objects or withstand bullets. And while possessing the person in question, it leaves behind a clone of itself (SCP-26805-1). But when it leaves the host, the host can’t even remember what the thing looks like after being released from its grasp. And if you think that’s it, that this thing isn’t so scary, let me give you a quick fact: this thing was one of the few scps that can literally incapacitate larger SCPs like 682. You gotta admit that that’s pretty powerful as it can basically temporarily turn you into a Jojo stand user. Now why Nathan in particular when I said that this could also apply to other characters? Well, Nathan does say that he can see dead people. I... unfortunately do not have any other reason why other than Nathan making a reference to the Sixth Sense to match him up with it. And also, going back to how this can also apply to other characters, this thing can literally possess multiple people at once, such as when some Chaos Insurgency members got possessed and with the power the received, almost destroyed an entire site. However, they were twarted by another army of 26805-1′s who were on the side of the Foundation. This also shows that this being isn’t purely a force for good, but it can also be used for evil too. Which is why it’s classified as Euclid, not harmful per say, but not safe either. This thing could literally possess anyone, meaning literally any FD character (unless I come up with different and better matchups). Hell, the closest thing to a helper spirit moment that happens in the FD series would be when Alex saves Carter. Too bad this thing wasn’t around to save him from being hit with a brick.

(I’m gonna be honest with you guys and say that I originally wanted to place a cooking based scp with Nathan because fun fact: the whole cooking gig that every FD fan and their dog knows Sam had throughout the 5th film was originally supposed to go to Nathan before it got cut. The more you know.)

Kevin - SCP-965 aka “The Face in the Window”: This one was also difficult to pin down because most of the SCPs that I tried or thought could fit were either phenomenon’s or literal objects, humanoid or sports-themed specifically, but none of them really seemed to fit with Kevin in my eyes. That was until I learned about SCP-965, aka “The Face in the Window”. This thing only appears when the “outside” of the window is slightly darker than the “inside” by 5 candelas. This thing can appear in the window regardless of how dark or light it is. It’s still there even if you tried to cover it up by closing the curtains. This thing is also known to instill the feelings of unease, nervousness, and paranoia and the areas in which it is seen are fully assembled window frames, regardless if installed or not (SCP-965-1). The only way it changes homes is if you destroy the current -1 and it reappears in a different window with no explanation. Also, if you sleep in a room with a window containing this thing, be prepared for the non-physical, yet choatic nightmares you’re gonna face. They’re so bad that they will leave you feeling as though you’re being watched or stalked in the waking world. And if these dreams become more frequent, the side effects you may experience are, but not limited to:

- heartburn or abdominal pain

-vomiting blood or have blood in bodily wastes

-ulcers

-and low-grade hemorrhaging in varied locations of the victim’s gastrointestinal tract.

These symptoms happen because exposure to this thing is what’s causing abnormal spikes of fear and paranoia, allowing these symptoms to happen. It’s a traumatic experience and the more pain you feel, the bigger its monstrous grin grows. Now why did I place him with Kevin instead of 26805, like I did with Nathan? If you know anything about the visions in the films or how any of the characters die, you’d know that Kevin’s vision-based deaths have a lot to do with windows. Such as the picture of the flash going off in his face making it look like he got squashed against a window, or how in Wendy’s last vision, he’s sucked out of the window of the subway train and reduced to, as James A. Janisse once so lovingly put it, “a strawberry shortcake”. Plus throughout the film, while trying to put on a brave and helpful front around Wendy, is fearful and uneasy, which fits this to a tea. But then again, all FD characters feel this way to some extent, because it’s difficult to not be traumatized after the things they went through. (Also, a more morbid part of me is amused at the idea of Ghost!Kevin haunting windows, especially near where he “died”. I put “died” in quotation marks because like how I mentioned in my previous post about how we don’t know whether Wendy or Kim are alive and well, we don’t know Kevin’s fate either. For all we know he could be hidden away somewhere safe and vibing with Julie and Wendy.)

Olivia - SCP-056 aka “A Beautiful Person”: Much like how I felt SCP-105 was a good choice for Wendy and to quote what I said in that section of the post: “Do I really need to explain this? To me it just seemed pretty fitting.” I mean seriously, does this really require an explanation as to why? Have you seen Olivia? She is literally a ✨Q U E E N✨. But in all seriousness and simping aside, she is very vainly beautiful. We see her take her shirt off in one scene and just preferring to wear more open clothes. She also really hates her glasses and it is why she visits an eye-laser sugery clinic leading up to her death. She values her looks so much to the point where it gets her into a heated rivalry with Candice. When I thought about what SCP should fit her best, 056 was the first one that came to mind as some of its behavior and abilities sound like Olivia. It can change its appearence at will according to its environment and the people around it. It can turn into either the most handsome man or the most beautiful woman. It’s so attractive to look at to the point where it leaves others feeling insecure and jealous of it. Sound familiar? Kind of like the rivalry that Olivia and Candice had as mentioned earlier. It’s also very vain but can be helpful if so desired. No one knows its true form behind the numerous masks it wears. Despite what everyone feels about it, it still gets its way.

So anyway, those were my matchups. And again, some aren’t perfect but that’s what opinions and having discussions about said opinions in the comments are for. And if you want to see more, let me know. (Also, i just found out a few minutes ago as I am finishing this post that 26805 isn’t really part of the canon and is a fanmade scp but lets pretend that it is, at least for the sake of this post)

#final destination #Final Destination 2 #final destination 3 #the final destination #final destination 5 #SCP universe #scp-26805 #scp-965 #scp-056 #Matchups #CrossOver

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Look who’s back, back again. Ree is back, telling my friends! Oh I’ve missed seeing you on my dash so much love. So, so much.

You want theories? I’ve got theories. I mean idk how realistic these are but I have THEORIES. So here, in no particular order.

Stella’s gonna be the one to get her and Kelly out of danger in Fire cause SHES OUR BAD ASS

Season 10 of PD is gonna be the season of Voight not giving a shit but also not willing to do something to harm everyone else and it’s gonna go sideways quickly

If we don’t have Burzek at least platonically living together in The House by like 10x10 I will be surprised. But also 10x14 is 200 so that’ll be Something.

And on a Burzekwater note if my babies don’t get to go for detective after that drug bust I WILL FIGHT. I know Adam didn’t want to in the past so if he says he doesn’t want to cool but LET KIM AND KEVIN HAVE THEIR PROMOTIONS

That’s everything off the top of my head but ugh it’s so good to see you 💙💙💙💙💙💙

Been back for only a few hours and already you're making me smile with an ask I've missed this 💕

Oh for SURE I completely agree! And I am so ready for it!

I'll be interested to see if this happens, because I'm actually thinking that Voight might go in the opposite direction. Like I definitely think something will have broken in him and that he doesn't give a shit, but in a more broken way? But idk if that's because that's something I'd rather see then me reading the character right

Oh we better fucking do! I have so many Thoughts and wants about this and how it should happen but I'm trying not to engage my burzek heart too much because I don't wanna cause problems for myself again. And I didn't know which episode number would be #200 but I had in my mind that's the episode number I want burzek to get back together in but I had it in my mind #200 was episode five and I was like damn that'll probably be too early in the season for that but now I've got my clown face on... (Although would not mind getting it earlier than that lol). But I should probably not try and think that too much, because #200 is most definitely gonna be about Voight's future and the ramifications and effects of her death.

YES EXACTLY!!!! Like so I was watching criminal minds right before I caught up with pd and i know it's not technically logical bc they're agents and burzekwater should be detectives but it gave me such whiplash when they referred to themselves as officer bc after that it just didn't seem right? And YEAH as soon as they did that bust, I was like, this HAS to be the thing that gets them promoted. Like unless they physically turn down being detectives after everything there's literally NO reason they shouldn't be now more than ever because it's literally the biggest bust. And if they don't that just really shows how little the show truly cares about them (and I'll honestly be shocked bc Gwen really is making this show so much better so I can't see her dropping this).

But ngl it'll be also kinda funny if they do get promoted, bc once Marina joked in an interview that it'll probably be in season ten that Kim finally becomes a detective.

But yeah, honestly, a big part of me is hoping that'll be the opening scene of 10x01 bc I'll make a good start, especially bc from that they can very easily transition into what's everyone up to. But yet again trying not to get ahead of myself bc I have so many Thoughts about how everything should go (esp burzek related) and I don't want to play that around in my mind too much bc I'll be inevitably disappointed by the actual thing then.

And about Adam not wanting to be-- I mean yeah at the very least burgwater should be, but also Adam's opinion very much comes from growing up around his father and being taught to be proud to be an officer. So him getting promoted would really truly mark a growth in Adam and mark how much he's grown; not that you shouldn't be proud to be an officer, but that he's putting pride in himself and his well deserved badge, and recognising he's done amazing work and that he really has grown and evolved from his childhood-- that he's a father and a good one and able and ready to have an adult relationship.

Anyway! Gonna quit rambling now before I go too into my feels!!! It's good to be back and thank you for this!!

#ree's asks #burzek #chicago pd #Chicago fire #stellaride #cíara tag

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luminousvision · 9 months

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Bankrupt

The following is mostly autobiographical and partially fictional.

— Mom called me again last week to ask about grandkids I won’t have. If I had kids and gave them half of what my mom gave up for me, I’d have nothing left.

I remember high-school Maddie whose parents demanded repayment on the loan they took out in the form of her birth. You ought to be grateful for this opportunity, they said. You’d be living in a straw hut and tending to the fields if we were still in Vietnam. It wasn’t just Maddie. Kevin, both Karens, Miles all lived variations on the story. Every kid was a gigantic loan from The-Bank-of-What-We-Could-Have-Been, accruing interest invisibly over fifteen years, only to reveal the debt sharks in the form of kind and caring parents who swore to themselves and God that it was only out of love.

My parents empathized more than most. When I procrastinated on college apps, missed too many problems on practice SAT tests, or threw a fit at the door about my stupid teachers were, my parents listened patiently, nodding. But at dinnertime, they’d tell me when they were my age, they hunted for every last grain of rice. You are what you don’t eat, they said. They watched me put my bowl with three uneaten grains of rice in the dishwasher. That’s who I was. They knew.

They knew that an American high school kid growing up in the suburbs had no idea what it meant to leave behind their whole life, promise, family, and career behind in South Korea to start anew in a rich country where you didn’t have to build it from scratch. My dad gave up dreams of being an esteemed professor; my mom gave up dreams of corporate brilliance and financial independence from a family who decided their fourth consecutive girl was not deserving of baby photos. Both of them had converted their intellect, grit, and every last grain of rice in their bowl into hope and empowerment.

My parents knew. They knew I had no clue what they had suffered, attained, and given up for me. I know Maddie, Kevin, the Karens, Miles, and all the rest also had no idea what their parents gave up for them.

To this day, I still don’t understand what my parents gave up. My calculator for a fulfilling life implodes when I put their numbers in it.

Maybe my parents subscribe to the ideology that sacrifice is noble and beautiful. If so, God bless their hearts and God damn their principles. I don’t want any more people sacrificing their lives for anyone else, even their kids. I don’t want to be a loan. I don’t want anyone waiting twenty years to collect their debt. I don’t care if your kid is Mahatma Gandhi. I don’t want any kid to ever look at their parents and see even a glimmer of regret in their faces silently asking themselves: “is this what I gave my life for?”

But for two seconds, forget about me as a kid. I’m in the position to choose parenthood. I’m in the position to make the greatest sacrifice. I obviously haven’t had any personal experiences here, so let me tell you the most inspirational stories I’ve heard about others.

Sometime in college, I came across the biography of Clara Schumann, the brilliant pianist and composer from a time when women were not allowed to be musical, brilliant, or really anything at all. She wrote in a letter: do you really think people in the future will remember me for my music? I think people will remember me more favorably for the great mother I was. She soon retired from music to raise three kids whose names I do not remember.

Many years later, I read the story of Judit Polgar while studying chess. She peaked at the seventh best player in the world. No other woman, even to the day I write this, has broken into the man-infested top 100. She even beat Garry Kasparov, infuriating the world champion of her day because he lost to the inferior sex that belonged in the home with her babies. Guess why she quit chess?

I am not Clara nor am I Judit. I do not possess any quality nearly as exceptional as theirs. They are also empowered to make their own choices. I even give them the benefit of the doubt that they did not regret their decision. But I ponder their decision to take the road more traveled by and wonder who else we’ve lost in the history of human reproduction.

I am aware of the irony. There is no humanity to bemoan without parents. But this irrefutable logic is cold comfort when I listen to Schumann’s music or study Polgar’s games. I look at my dad’s research papers and pictures of my mom smiling in a Samsung office, thinking that if I could un-exist so they could live their trajectory forward twenty more years, I’d gladly take the opportunity.

My parents would be horrified. But I’ve seen that they underestimate what they gave up and who they could have been. I measured their perceived sacrifice by what it took to pay it off.

When I was accepted into Stanford, my parents demanded that we celebrate. I protested. Celebrations give too much credit to their object: a low-quality application with four shitty essays attached to it. But my parents would not budge. I was forced to celebrate with some pizza. The next day at dinner, my parents didn’t lecture me about the three grains of rice left in my bowl. Nor did they mention it the day after. They left me alone. They left me alone the same way a bank stops sending you bills once you pay off the mortgage on your house.

When my mom called me last week to ask me about her grandkids I won’t have, I had to tell her. I needed to say it, and I needed her to hear it, even if she didn’t understand what it meant. I said: “Your lives were worth more than that.” I know mine is.

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islandpcosjourney · 1 year

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Next stage

7th March 2023

Well, here we are, we’ve exhausted our other options and after our referral 6 months ago, we now have our first appointment date at the Assisted Conception Unit next month.

It has been a rollercoaster of emotions so far. From realising that our last cycle (before we leave it in the hands of the scientists) had failed, to feeling denial about our “need” for scientists to take over, the natural rhythm of life failing us and the possibility that this isn’t meant to be, from the perspective of continuing to seek a family through medical interventions.

It has been no secret that we were told years ago that we’d need medical intervention but I still refused to believe it. I still had hope where others may not have. I wanted and so badly did believe that it WOULD happen and that we wouldn’t need to push onto this stage. I never wanted it. Yes, I accepted the referral but didn’t quite compute what it all meant in terms of it being a deadline for us to make this decision - we now only have til we’re 40.

It’s not been easy on either of us. We’re seeking further help out-with our own capabilities because deep down, we’re just not coping. Or I think it’s just that I’ve realised how much we’ve been dealing with and “coping” in a certain way by not facing it head on. It is so much easier to not say the words when you feel rubbish and useless. I find it much easier to just cuddle up to Kevin, cry and leave it at that. Saying words out loud however, make it real and making it real helps you to heal.

But neither of us have been through this before, no matter how much I might know about the process from documentaries or dramas or talking to people, we will still be going through this together, afresh, at the same time and that partly does worry me as this isn’t a trial run, this is real and happening! Will I know how to comfort Kevin? Will he know how to comfort me? Will there be part of the process when he won’t be there to help me? Well, there must be because on average its a 6 week-long process going through an IVF round (just found that out yesterday, that’s how clueless I am!) and he’s only ever home for 5 weeks at a time. Not entirely sure why I thought it took months. Maybe because I know people can be going through it for months but that might actually be because there’s time between monitoring, drugs, scans, various appointments etc before a 6-wk cycle even begins! Then of course there’s the failed transfers, which might mean that you’re 6 weeks down the line, not pregnant but might have frozen embryos in storage so you might get to try again the next month. Now presumably, if that happens to us, Kevin wouldn’t need to be around for future transfers, as they’re frozen, already fertilised embryos, but this is me just guessing.

As far as we can understand, our first appointment has to include us both and presumably that’s because they’ll be talking us through the process and finding out more about us. I will have my AMH tested, which will test my blood for levels indicative of my age, to see about my ovarian egg reserves. Women are born with a finite number of eggs whereas men can produce new sperm every day, forevermore. I’m kind of hoping that I won’t have any problems in that department as, even though I’m 35, I haven’t had many periods before the last 2 years, I basically only had around 30 in 10 years so my ovaries haven’t been spitting out eggs like they should have, therefore I’m assuming they’re still in there 🤷🏻‍♀️ The AMH level will indicate what hormone protocol you’re put on for treatment.

I’ll also have a carbon monoxide test - me?! I’m a non-smoker but it’s been Kevin that’s cheekily been sneaking cigarettes for years, not me. He’s off them now but our documentation doesn't say anything about him being tested. It says we’ll be asked but it specifically says that I'll be tested - random.

I’ll also be weighed - to make sure my BMI is under 30, which it is not at the moment (still carrying Christmas weight - oops!) but it will be in 5 weeks - that I am certain of!

Other than those 3 things that will be measured, we have no idea what the rest of the appointment will entail but it’s annoying that Kevin isn’t having any tests done because we postponed our first offer appointment which was this week because he isn’t around and when it said that we both had to be available, we assumed that was because we were both needed for tests. I'm told that staff shortages etc mean that they’re using our previous test results to start off and if anything else is required, we’d have to be referred somewhere else like Aberdeen for that - frustrating. Having Kevin away 5 wks at a time, I’m used to dealing with appointments on my own, relaying info to him etc but their policy must be that both parties must be present for the first consult and there was no way around that.

Then came the realisation of getting into a whole new ball-game with the local Health Board here and phoning up to arrange patient travel. I’m already down in Edinburgh anyway so it’s only Kevin that needed a flight arranged, one way but still, that process spiked a lot of anxiety in me and I could hear my voice breaking down the phone, getting emotional about silly little things! Well I say silly but when I told the lady that I was already down and staying with my mum, after that she kept referring to me as staying with my parents and after a while I felt I had to correct her as she shouldn’t have assumed that it was my “parents” when I had said “mum”. I had to say that my Dad had died. She should’ve maybe said “family” or perhaps I will in future. What was going through my head also was that I’m disappointed that we’ve had to get to this stage. It’s a realisation, an acceptance that we couldn’t manage it ourselves, even with medications and that we now have to go about it in the most clinical way possible. However, it will all be worth it for a child to enter into our lives, to bless our marriage and make us a family (although I am not saying that we’re not blessed already and that we’re not a family, but you get what I mean - bless us further and make us a family of more than 2 adults plus fur babies 😂)

I also had a horrid realisation yesterday that we wouldn’t be able to afford this financially. Yes, we’re entitled to 3 NHS funded cycles, yes we get our travel paid and (to a certain extent) accommodation when required but as a self-employed music teacher, I don’t get sick pay, I don’t get holiday pay, I don’t get maternity pay. When I don’t work, I don’t have an income. An average teaching week would cover my mortgage, another week would cover my council tax (which is 200% atm because the house isn’t fit to live in), another week would cover my car payment, another week covers the month’s electricity. There’s not much left over each month because of the rising costs facing us and when I am either forced to take a week off due to school holidays or because I need time off for something else, it has to be done with care and thought because most of the time, I might be relying on my overdraft to get me through that month. So, when hearing someone else who went through IVF tell me that they took 3 wks staying on the mainland during treatment - that freaked me out! I really can’t afford to take 3 weeks off. Is having a baby worth going bankrupt for? Worth losing my house and therefore my living? Then, if we can’t afford that, how on earth can I afford maternity leave? We have a long-term plan but it isn’t in force yet and thoughts, financially like this, always have me questioning whether or not we’re in the right position to have a family and then it dawns on me that maybe that’s why we don’t already..... that God is saving us from that stress. Perhaps.

However, Kevin insists that we’ll be fine and I prayed on it this morning. Hours later when I was getting ready to leave for work, it dawned on me that there must be advice out there for musicians going through IVF or similar and I googled it and found a charity called “Help musicians”. I just rattled off a quick email to them as I couldn’t read their FAQs well-enough on my phone and I got a response really soon after, asking me about more specifics. There might be help available! Who knew?! Praise the Lord. It’s in these moments when you cry out, you feel rock bottom and have no clue where or who to turn to for help, that prayers really can be answered. Nothing may come of it, I have no idea yet but at least I didn’t get a straight NO from them. I am being put in touch with the right people to decide what application forms are best to fill out etc but what a weight off my mind that we might possibly get some support - one less stress.

Yes it’s our choice to want a family and to want to pursue this treatment option 200 miles away but neither of us made the choice to get an infertility diagnosis. We do not have the simple choice of deciding when to be parents, in the comfort of our own home. We have to make sacrifices and this is where it begins. If we want this bad enough, we’ll be making the hardest choices we’ve ever had to make in our lives over the next weeks, months & years. This is where adult life gets really complicated and serious and scary. I’m learning to reach out to others now because we can’t do this on our own. We’re being open and honest about where we’re headed and that in itself will breed a different type of stress when we may well have several folk checking in on us, asking us how things are going, BUT to be honest, that’s parenthood starting early - the crazy life with no privacy beginning!

The time for “surprise” pregnancy announcements is over. There’s no hiding from this process now. Once you start a cycle, you either end up pregnant weeks later or you don’t. Everyone will know that. Every time we leave the island for an appointment, I don’t want to be hiding it because there is no hiding on this island! Everyone knows your business and that’s that. I don’t want to be made to feel like I’m ashamed of what we’re doing because I’m not. Best to be open and honest and upfront, which I’ll respect myself for even more too. Several times this week I have been asked if I’m ok and I have without hesitation said NO.

It is ok not to be ok.

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 3 years

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Strip

Gif credit @discoelitist.

Requested by @mypridefulsoul27. Hope you like it. Thanks for the request.

Taglist: @nocturnalherb16. @jesseswartzwelder. @mypridefulsoul27.

"So what are these pills called again"? Antonio asked about this new drug on the street. It already had forty overdoses under its belt and growing.

"Pez". You replied, handing him a sample of the product that you got off a dead guy.

"Like the pez candy"?

"Yeah, it even comes with it's own pez dispenser and everything. Makes it popular with the kids". You tell him as you went to put the last two overdoses on the board. They were thirteen and sixteen that had a bright future before them.

"That's Eva's and Diegos age". Antonio sighed.

"From what we know, the dealer is a strip club owner named Marco Stewart. He has connections to strip clubs, porn studios and apparently schools as well. He has a record longer than my arm. Mostly drug charges and a few DUI's, assault with a deadly weapon and a breaking and entering". You tell Antonio and the others as they started to come in.

"A model citizen". Jay chuckled.

"Yeah, his club has been shut down for redecorating and looking for new talent. So if it's alright with Voight. I was thinking I could go apply and someone else". You looked at Voight who was noddling his in approval.

"I'll go. I can go be a bartender or something". Antonio volunteered.

"They're looking for dancers and a bouncer". You tell Antonio. He lifted a eyebrow.

"Alright set it up. You sure you're cool with this, Y/N"? Voight asked.

"Yeah. I want this guy off the streets. Parents will sleep better at night". You smiled and went to get your coat.

"A stripper? Of all undercover missions I have to miss is, Y/N being a stripper. That hurts". Adam held his chest dramatically.

"Eat your heart out". You laughed as you walked past him. Antonio snickered as he followed.

Adam playfully dropped on his desk dead. Kevin and the other laughed. You were taking this serious.

"So what's your name"? Marco Stewart asked, looking you up and down. A toothpick sticking from his mouth.

"Heaven. I'm a little piece of Heaven". You batted your eyes and flirted with him.

"More like a big piece of Heaven". Marco chuckled, his eyes went to your breast.

"Oh you're so funny". You playfully hit his arm.

"You're hired. So what about your boyfriend"? Marco watched Antonio out of the corner of his eye. Antonio was looking at the stage in the club.

"His names Johnny. Just got out of the pen. Had five years but did three for good behavior". You smiled.

"What was he in for"?

"Possession of a controlled substance". Antonio turned to talk to Marco. "That's what the asshole cop said once he planted it on me". Antonio looked between you and Marco than laughed. Marco laughed as well.

"You use to deal"? Marco asked intrigued.

"Yeah back in Brooklyn. I dealed for nine years and nothing but they catch me picking up a ounce of weed for my moms and I'm in prison before I can bat my eyes. It was bullshit". Antonio put on a thick Brooklyn accent.

"Alright. You're hired too. Both you be here Friday night, six o'clock. I got something for you two do before you go on".

"Wow, thanks. I cant wait to show you my moves. I promise it'll be amazing". You gushed, hugging Antonio and planting a kiss to his cheek. "We got the job, baby".

"Let's go home and celebrate". Antonio growled and picked you up carrying you out of the club.

Antonio put you down and headed to the car. "That was easy".

"Yeah. Now we have to figure out what he wants us to do". You say as you and Antonio drove to the station.

"Heaven? You chose Heaven as a stage name"? Adam scoffed.

"Yes, I'm a little piece of Heaven". You seductively purred.

"Yes, yes, you are". Adam smiled like a fool. Antonio rolled his eyes.

"Do you think he wants us selling drugs for him"? Antonio asked.

"Maybe. We could get a few undercovers in there as customers. Give us a better chance at catching him with the drugs". You suggested.

"We can do that. But we dont want to spook him. Since theres two new faces in the club and then add more. He'll know somethings up". Voight replied.

"Yeah. You're right. We go in tomorrow at six".

"Alright. Make sure you two are ready and prepared for this. I dont want it going bad and someone getting hurt. No dealer will go down nicely". Voight reassured.

"Yes, sir". You say. Antonio and you had a rough night sleeping. Your minds raced. Tomorrow was a big job, a lot was depending on you two. You couldn't screw it up.

"My little piece of Heaven". Marco greeted you as you came into the club his arms open for a hug.

"Good even, sir". You purred in his ear.

"Oh, sir. I like that". Marco laughed. "Come on, I got something for you guys". He waved you and Antonio into the back room.

"So tonight is going to be big. Huge! We have Heaven here making her debut and everyones coming. Everyone. So I need you two to be selling some of our delicious product. It taste just like candy". Marco chuckled as he opened a box that had about five hundred pills inside. Enough to kill a whole school of kids.

"I've heard about this drug. It's supposed to make sex even more amazing". You wrapped your arms around Antonio's waist and started kissing his neck. Antonio went along and grabbed your face deepening the kiss to your lips.

"Fuck yes"! Marco cheered.

Antonio pulled away panting, you licked your lips. This was the first time you two let your sexual tension free on each other. It was there but you two kept it bottled up.

"I like you two. This is going to be a great partnership". Marco grinned.

Around seven, people started arriving. Each person got a pez and a pat down from Johnny the bouncer. Antonio was taking his job seriously. You were going around getting drinks for the customers until you were called to the stage.

"Baby, why dont you take this fifty and we go back to the back and play"? A creepy older guy slapped your ass as you sat his drink down on the table.

"No thanks". You smiled and went on your way. You had to breath cause if you didnt you would have taken the drink tray and popped him up side the head with it.

"Heaven, baby. It's almost time". Marco pointed to his wrist and you nodded. You went back to the dressing room and changed into a diamond bralette that didnt hide anything and a pair of black cut up booty shorts. It wasnt your taste but Marco wanted you to wear it. You splashed on some glitter and perfume before you heard your song come on.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a new comer here that has blessed us with her beauty. Please give it up for a little piece of Heaven". Marco introduced you to the cheering crowd. You walked on stage and put your hand on his shoulder.

"We also have a special guest to share the stage with her, our own bouncer Johnny Boy". Marco put the spot light on Antonio which caught both you and him off guard. You didnt know his was in your performance.

Marco waved Johnny on stage, Antonio gulped and went up. Marco had a chair for Antonio to sit in as you danced.

"Show em what you got baby doll". Marco slapped your ass.

You smiled at Antonio, he looked nervous. The combination of spot light, the men sitting around watching and the part where he liked you this was a bit to much for him to stand.

The music was flowing through your veins. You swayed your hips to the music in between Antonio's legs. Your hands on his knees, your ass on his lap. Antonio licked his lips, he got the courage to put his hands on your hips and guide you along.

You smirked, rolling your hips. This was all work but you could throw in some play as well. The crowd of cheering men disappeared when you turned around and straddled Antonio's lap. Your hand wrapped around Antonio's neck as you grinded on him. He looked into your eyes as he helped you move your body.

Your eyes wondered over his face, his eyes sparked in the lights, he had a slight smirk on his face and you could see Marco deal out a baggy of Pez.

"Now". You said and Voight and the team busted in. You got off of Antonio and went after Marco, Antonio followed your lead.

Marco didnt run, he had his hands up and ready for cuffs.

"For a dealer, you went easily". You told Marco as you handed him off to Jay.

"I'm just the bottom of the food chain, baby. I'll get a slap on the wrist". Marco laughed as he was taken away.

"Great job, you two". Voight nodded and walked away.

"You look absolutely beautiful". Adam smiled like a bigger fool as he came over. You looked down and covered yourself up.

"I'm going to go change". You hurried to the back.

Antonio slapped Adam on the back of his head. "Watch it". He pointed at Adam. Adam stood there confused.

You got dressed quickly and headed out front. Suddenly all eyes were on you.

"What"? You looked down at your outfit. You had tight red pants on with a red jacket and a black see through corset. You may have taken it from Marcos wardrobe.

"You look good, Y/L/N". Jay chuckled along with Adam and Kevin.

"Thank you". You giggled.

Antonio came by your side. "You do. You look really good. Um, you wanna get coffee"? Antonio rubbed the back of his neck.

"Are you asking me on a date"?

"A coffee date".

"Oh". You were kinda sad that that was it.

"Just for now. I'm kinda tired so coffee will hold you over until Friday night". Antonio sent you a wink.

"Yeah. I'd like that".

"Great". Antonio held out his arm for you and you wrapped yours around his. "Where did you learn to dance like that"?

You laughed. "Believe it or not there was a time I wasnt a detective. But that's for another time".

Antonio smirked as he lead you to his car and you were off on your first date.

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blu-joons · 3 years

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When He Meets His Long Distance Partner For The First Time ~ The Boyz Reaction

Sangyeon:

Your hand tapped nervously against the top of your leg as you watched the corners of Sangyeon’s mouth turn up into a smile in response to your good news.

Your own smile grew too as he leant in closer to the screen with his hands pressed to the top of his head. “You’re really going to come to Seoul? This isn’t a wind up, right?”

Your head instantly shook, “I promise it’s not a wind up, I’ve got some holiday to use up.”

“I don’t know what to say,” he chuckled, throwing his head back in disbelief, “when are you coming? How long for? There’s so many places I want to be able to take you too.”

“We’ve still got a couple of weeks to organise everything, it’s alright.”

With a shaky breath, Sangyeon’s head nodded back at you, “of course, although I don’t really care what we do, just finally being able to spend time with you will be nice enough.”

“I agree,” you concurred, “it doesn’t matter what we’re doing, just being in Seoul is enough.”

Your eyes flickered back up to the screen as Sangyeon continued to stare, “I can’t believe I finally get to see you, properly, in real life and right beside me.”

“I’ll be there in no time, not too long to wait now.”

Jacob:

Your eyes instantly lit up as you looked around the lounge, finding Jacob sat down at the end of a row of benches, scrolling aimlessly through his phone as he waited.

Your speed picked up and in no time at all your figure was stood before him. “Hi,” he nervously whispered as he looked up and saw you stood in front of him.

Arms instantly wrapped around your waist as you dropped your suitcase, “hi, how are you?”

“So good,” he chuckled as he squeezed you tightly against his chest, “I can’t believe you’ve finally managed to get over here, and you’re definitely a real person as well.”

“I’ve always been real,” you laughed, “or did you think I was a super smart catfish.”

His head shook back at you as he pulled away so that he could meet your eyes, “I never imagined how it would really feel to be able to meet you in person, that’s all.”

“Does it feel good to finally meet me in person though?” You asked back across to him.

His head nodded straight away, “it feels amazing, I feel like I might need you to pinch me a few times to let this sink in and not let me wake up.”

“You’re not dreaming, I really am here before you.”

Younghoon:

As you lifted the plane ticket up so that it crossed over the screen, you heard a loud gasp from the screen as Younghoon leaned forwards to the camera.

His hand beckoned for you to move the ticket back where he could see it, “please tell me I’m not dreaming when that destination says to Seoul.”

Your head shook gently, “one ticket to Seoul in two weeks, that’s exactly what it says.”

“That makes this all feel so real,” he whispered in a slight haze of disbelief, “you’re really going to be here in two weeks, and not just a face on my screen anymore.”

“Hopefully we can be a bit more normal too and see the same time of day.”

A soft chuckle escaped from Younghoon, “at last I don’t have to wait until the end of my day to speak to you, but instead I can spend the entirety of my day with you.”

“Sounds pretty cool, right?” You smiled, relieved as Younghoon’s smile grew too.

His head moved back away from the camera once again, “I don’t know how I’m going to be able to wait, I just want you to fly over right now and never leave Seoul.”

“We’ve lasted months already, a couple more weeks will be nothing.”

Hyunjae:

Your eyes looked around in bemusement as you stepped foot in Jaehyun’s room for the very first time, taking in all the sights that you’d seen so many times before.

It was different on a screen though, which Jaehyun quickly realised. “I bet it feels pretty strange to be in the room you’ve seen as my background for such a long time.”

Your head nodded in agreement, “I never really pictured this room as a real place, that’s all.”

“A bit like how we never pictured each other as real,” he sympathised, “you’ll get used to this place being real soon enough, it’s home at least for now anyway.”

“I never pictured myself getting here one day on our calls.”

His smile widened as he took a seat on the edge of his bed, inviting you to join him, “why don’t I show you around a bit, that way you might feel a bit more comfortable.”

“What’s there to show me that I haven’t already seen before?” You asked with intrigue.”

His hand extended to point across to a new addition to his room, “I had to create a little spot for you, so that it felt like you’re home too.”

“That’s adorably sweet of you, but your home is also mine.”

Juyeon:

Your body jumped slightly at the feeling of a pair of arms wrapping around you, preventing you from placing anything else into your suitcase to pack your belongings up.

As you turned your head slightly, your eyes met Juyeon’s. “I don’t want you to go tomorrow, it feels like you’ve only just arrived still, doesn’t it?”

You smiled weakly with a sigh, “I wish I could stay, but I’ve got too much going on at home.”

“This could be your home,” he frowned, resting his chin against your shoulder, “I know I’ve joked about it all week, but would moving to Seoul be so bad, I’d be here with you.”

“Life isn’t that easy Ju, it’s not something I can do straight away.”

His head nodded softly, “I’ll hold onto the hope that one day things might be able to change for the two of us, that’s all that I need for now anyway.”

“Neither of us know what the future will hold for either of us,” you assured him.

“As long as you’re there, I don’t mind,” he whispered into your ear, “whether you’re here or at home, none of that matters to me, as long as I have you.”

“You’ll have me, somewhere around the world I’ll be there.”

Kevin:

Your head shook as you walked into arrivals to notice a large banner held up in the crowd with your name written on it, and a figure jumping up and down holding onto it.

As soon as Kevin spotted you, the banner fell as his arms reached out for you, “I was worried you wouldn’t see me,” he laughed as he followed your gaze.

Your eyes rolled back at him, “was a banner that big really necessary for me to spot you?”

“I wanted to make your arrival special,” he proudly smiled, “and I knew it would make you happy too, I know you’re impressed by the banner really, I worked on it all night long.”

“It’s perfect, but only because you’re the one who made it.”

His arm snaked around your waist tightly, “if you thought the banner was good, you just wait and see the rest of the things I have planned for you this week.”

“Is it too late to consider getting a flight back home?” You teased in response to him.

“No!” He yelled, tightening his grip around you, “I’ve waited too long for this moment, there’s no way I’m letting go of you all week, you’re mine.”

“I guess we’ll just have to leave the banner here then, right?”

New:

The noise that hit you as you walked into the studio left you stunned, your eyes met Chanhee’s as he looked around to face you, noticing how slow your pace was as you walked.

Your head shook, but he had already pushed the door open as several pairs of eyes flickered around. “Members, meet Y/N,” Chanhee smiled, excited to finally introduce you.

Your eyes darted around as a tall figure approached, “we’ve waited so long to finally meet you.”

“At least now he’ll stop talking about you too,” another voice quickly interjected, drawing your attention across the room to where you recognised Kevin’s face.

“I’m sure he doesn’t talk about me, I’m hardly that interesting.”

Kevin’s head shook back at you, ignoring the glare that Chanhee shot him. “I’ve recorded him a few times, I could play them for you if you wanted me too.”

“Maybe later, there’s too many of you to meet properly first,” you joked with them all.

Chanhee quickly appeared by your side and agreed with you, “I’m not letting you guys embarrass me when Y/N has only just arrived in the country.”

“Chan, you’re normally capable of just embarrassing yourself.”

A nervous giggle came from you as you looked across at Changmin who sat beside you in the car, quickly looking away when you realised that he had heard you.

His hand reached across the car to grab onto your hand, “why are you still so shy?” He whispered, squeezing your hand to encourage you to look back at him.

Your head shook anxiously, “I guess it still doesn’t quite feel real that we’re physically together.”

“I guess it does feel a little odd still,” he agreed, offering you a smile, “we’re so used to just talking online, and suddenly we’re able to do so much more and spend more time together.”

“I never imagined that seeing you in real life would make me even happier.”

His hand squeezed against yours once again, “I’m just glad that you’re happy here in Seoul, and that you’re happy being here with me as well.”

“Seoul is amazing, and so are you,” you assured him, “better than I ever could have imagined.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” he acknowledged, leaning in closer to you, “and just so you know, you’re pretty cool yourself, I feel very lucky to be here with you.”

“Stop being cute before you really do turn my cheeks red.”

Juhaknyeon:

As your eyes flickered up from the menu, you quickly noticed Haknyeon’s eyes darting downwards to look through the menu, keeping quiet as you stared across at him.

After a few moments he looked up, noticing your eyes still firmly on him. “I don’t mean to stare; it still just feels pretty surreal that you’re in front of me right now.”

A soft laugh came from you, “would you prefer if I went back to being a laptop screen instead?”

“No way,” he chuckled, closing his menu and placing it in front of him, “being with you in person is ten times better than speaking to a screen in front of me.”

“I’ve spotted you staring at me multiple times through the week.”

A sigh gently escaped him, “I keep staring to remind myself that this is happening, I’ve dreamt about this for so long sometimes I question whether I still am dreaming.”

“What can I do to prove to you that all of this isn’t a dream at all?” You asked.

His hand lifted, using his index finger to tap against his cheek, “a kiss would be a pretty handy reminder that all of this is real right now to be honest.”

“I definitely think I can do that, any excuse to kiss you is good with me.”

Sunwoo:

Your body froze as you saw a man before you who looked just like Sunwoo, furrowing your brows together to work out whether it was really him before you or not.

As they took a few steps towards you, their smile widened. “Are you going to stand there all day?” They laughed, closing the distance between you both.

Your head shook as it slowly began to sink in, “Sunwoo? You really are real? Can I hug you?”

“Of course,” he laughed, opening his arms out for you to walk into, “I thought for a moment I’d got the wrong girl with the way that you looked at me.”

“I just didn’t know what to expect from this moment.”

His smile widened as he engulfed you gently, “neither did I, but that’s what makes it all the more special, the fact that we can just be ourselves.”

“I don’t know what to do, I think I’m just stunned,” you admitted back to him.

His head nodded understandingly, “just let it sink in for a moment that I really am this handsome in real life and then I promise you’ll be alright.”

“You’re impossible, even if you are incredibly handsome too.”

Eric:

Every corner that you turned came with a new surprise as Youngjae introduced you to the place he called home and the many sights that were around too.

As another gasp came from you, he decided to finally speak up. “Many of these buildings that you see right now are on our itinerary for this week.”

Your eyes moved across to look at him, “but they’re all so big and fancy, are you sure?”

“Of course,” he laughed, “I told you that I was going to show you the best that Seoul had to offer, plus they’re not as fancy as they look, most of them are pretty boring.”

“I’ve never seen anything like this before, it’s a far cry from what I call home.”

His head nodded back at you, “you get to explore a different part of the world with me, and I promise that by the end of this week you’ll love Seoul as well as you love me.”

“I’ve already fallen in love with Seoul, almost as quickly as I did you,” you complimented.

The corners of Youngjae’s mouth widened quickly, “you’ll have the time of your life being here, just you wait and see, you won’t ever want to go home.”

“Don’t say that I already wish I could be here forever with you.”

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criminalmindzjunkie · 4 years

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Unlucky in Love

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Summary: Spencer is unlucky in love - until he isn’t.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, some suggestive content

Word Count: 3.4k

Spencer Reid is, by most people’s definition, unlucky in love.

It wasn’t for lack of trying. In his early twenties, Spencer often caught himself fantasizing about being on the receiving end of some great storybook romance straight out of one of the classic novels on his bookshelf. On the rare occurrence where his mind was able to slow down long enough, Spencer would daydream about what his future partner would be like. Would they share his fondness for the written word, or his penchant for foreign cinema? Would they find his tendency to go off on tangents endearing and his less than fashionable style of dress charming? Spencer liked to think so, but the likelihood of finding someone who could accept him despite all of his quirks seemed low.

But still he hoped, even though he knew hope was a dangerous thing. Hope gave life to the possibility of disappointment – and if there was one thing Spencer did not need more of, it was that.

Spencer Reid was in love with the idea of love – obsessed with the idea of his soul intertwining with someone else’s. But with his thirtieth birthday quickly approaching and absolutely no prospective love interests in sight, Spencer was feeling more than a little disheartened. It certainly didn’t help that everywhere he turned, love was running rampant. Hotch had Beth, Penelope had Kevin, Jennifer had Will, and Morgan had… any number of possible partners. Emily and Rossi were both unattached, but happily so in a way that Spencer just couldn’t quite manage.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like seeing the people around him happy – it was just that he couldn’t help but wonder when he’d finally get his chance at love.

A month before Spencer’s thirtieth birthday, everything changes.

When a member of Garcia’s victims’ support group goes missing, it’s all hands on deck at the BAU. It’s not that they’d give any less than one hundred percent on any other given day, but as with any case that hits close to home, everyone on the team is in a frenzy trying to put the pieces together. The thing that makes this case different is the fact that people from other departments are quick to lend a hand. It comes as no surprise to Spencer – Penelope is a social butterfly by nature. She made it her business to know and befriend everyone in the building. Her sunny disposition is hard not to love, and her current distress had garnered the support of more than a few non-team members.

By the time the case wraps up, the bullpen is much busier and, much to Spencer’s chagrin, much louder than usual. The steady influx of people has Spencer’s head spinning and he can’t seem to focus on the papers sitting in front of him. What should take him thirty seconds to read has almost taken twenty minutes, and at this point the words on the paper are all running together. Spencer knows that it doesn’t help that he’s running on less than three hours of sleep, as evidenced by the frequency of his yawns. Worse even is the fact that his coffee cup is empty and no, he thinks, that simply will not do. With a sigh Spencer pushes away from his desk, bones creaking as he stands.

With his coffee cup in hand, Spencer shuffles to the breakroom. He goes through the motions of preparing his drink, lazily stirring in the mountain of sugar before turning to leave.

Spencer supposes that if it weren’t for the fact that he was horribly sleep deprived, he would’ve seen you walking down the hallway. But alas, Spencer’s alertness had been compromised by poor sleeping habits, and he isn’t aware of your presence until his body is colliding with yours and his hot coffee is dripping down the front of your blouse.

“Ouch,” you whimper, and Spencer is immediately overwhelmed with guilt.

“O-Oh my God, I am so sorry,” he splutters. Without waiting for a response, Spencer’s rushing into the break room and procuring a thick stack of napkins. The part of his brain that controls logical thinking is apparently overrun by the onset of his mortification, and in an act of absolutely panic, he begins to dab at the stains with one of the napkins.

“I-I wasn’t looking where I was going. I’m so so sorry,” Spencer stutters out, frantically attempting to blot the stain. “I’ll give you money for a new shirt. A-Actually, you should probably take this one off. The best way to treat scalds is to immediately get the person away from the heat source. You should also run some cold water over it.”

In his hurry to rectify his mistake, Spencer hadn’t managed to take a good look at you. When his eyes leave the stain in favor of looking at your face, he prepares himself to see anger there. What he doesn’t expect is for your face to be just as flushed as his, with eye brows raised in shock.

Spencer also doesn’t expect this to be the moment he’s been waiting on his entire life, but one look into your eyes tells him this is it - this is your person.

Stunned into a stupor, Spencer stills, eyes boring into your own. You’re even more beautiful than he’d dared to let himself imagine, but in all honesty that didn’t matter much. What matters is the fact that there’s a faint hint of smile lines etched into your skin, and your eyes are so inherently kind that Spencer has no doubt that you’re as gentle as you are alluring. Your benevolence is also evidenced by the fact that you hadn’t immediately begun to yell at him, and for that he is thankful.

Spencer’s revelation renders him unable to form any semblance of thought, and before he knows it almost a solid minute of him gaping at you passes. You begin to squirm uncomfortably under his gaze.

“I, uh, appreciate the help, and you seem like a nice enough guy, but your hand is on my boob and I kind of make it a point to not let strangers touch the goods. So, if you don’t mind,” you stammer, looking pointedly at his hand that is still pressing a napkin to your chest. Spencer recoils as if he’s the one that’s been scalded.

“I-I didn’t mean to, um, t-touch your -,” Spencer gulps, “- chest. I swear I was just trying to get the stain out. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he chokes out. Spencer had imagined the moment he’d come face to face with his person a million times, and none of his daydreams had accounted for the possibility of him giving her second degree burns and inadvertently copping a feel. His emotions fell somewhere between mortification and elation.

“Mm likely story,” you murmur, lips upturning into a smile that has Spencer feeling weak in the knees. Spencer practically swoons. “Do you make it a habit to ask strangers to take their tops off, or am I just special?”

Oh God, had I really suggested that? Spencer cringes and wonders what good an IQ as high as his was when it seemed to fail him at times like these. Speaking to women had never been a specialty of his, despite Derek’s coaching, and Spencer was floundering to come up with an acceptable response.

You are the most special woman in the world, probably. Nope – too creepy, and Spencer definitely doesn’t want to scare you off. Not when he’s been waiting the better part of thirty years to meet you.

I didn’t mean to insinuate that you should take off your shirt, but I also wouldn’t particularly mind if you did. Even worse – that would certainly earn him a stern talking to from HR.

Spencer decides to go for the honest approach.

“I-I’m not sure how to answer that.”

His honesty draws a laugh from you, and Spencer loves the sound so much that he decides then that he’ll never tell a lie again. You shake your head at him and reach for the napkins that he still has clutched in his hands.

“What’s your name?” you ask him as you continue his earlier efforts to sop up the coffee.

It’s probably the easiest question he’s ever been asked. That doesn’t stop him from making a fool out of himself, though.

“I’m Doctor Spencer R-Reid. Uh, I’m Spencer. Y-You don’t have to call me Doctor.”

Someone please put me out of my misery.

Your eyes meet his again and he can tell that you’re holding back a laugh.

“Okay, then, Spencer,” you say as you discard the napkins in a nearby trash bin. “I’m Y/N.” You punctuate your words with an outstretched hand, and before Spencer can think better of it, the usual spiel come tumbling out of his mouth.

“The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It’s actually safer to kiss.”

Your lower your hand and cock your head to the side.

“Are you always this forward, Doctor Reid?” you tease him, eyes flashing amusedly.

“I-I didn’t mean that we should kiss,” Spencer interjects, cringing at the way his voice has suddenly raised in pitch. “N-Not that I wouldn’t kiss you! I-I’m sure that kissing you would be really n-nice. I just meant that… you know. Germs.”

Are you there, God? It’s me, Spencer. A hole opening up in the ground and swallowing me up would be great.

To Spencer’s delight, you don’t seem offended in the slightest.

“I cannot believe that they’ve been hiding you up here, Spencer Reid. I should’ve come to visit Penny years ago.”

Wait – what?

“You work here?”

You nod.

“I work on the floor below this one – sex crimes,” you explain.

“For how long?”

“Coming up on three years now.”

Three years. You’d been right under Spencer’s nose for three years and he hadn’t the slightest clue. You’d parked your car in the same parking garage and taken the same elevator as he! How many times had your paths nearly crossed in the last three years? If he’d been just a little bit earlier or a little bit later getting into work, might the two of you met earlier? The possibility of it was maddening.

“Oh, wow. I-I’ve never seen you,” Spencer mutters lamely. But miraculously, you don’t think he’s lame, if your response is any indication.

“Nor I you, Doc. It’s a shame, too. You’re a funny guy.”

Spencer Reid has been called a lot of things in his lifetime – funny was never one of them.

“Y-Yeah. I’m a real riot at parties,” he deadpans. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” you hum, and Spencer really hopes that you mean it. “Would you mind escorting me to Penelope’s office?”

Spencer nods, and the two of you fall in step together. Spencer’s wracking his brain again for something – anything- he could say to fill the silence. Thankfully, you don’t seem quite as inept at conversing as he, and you beat him to it.

“You look a little young yourself, Spencer. How long have you worked here?”

“Uh, I’ve actually worked here for almost eight years. I started when I was twenty-two.”

Your eyebrows raise in shock.

“Twenty-two, huh? That makes you – what? Thirty now? I wouldn’t put you a day past twenty-five,” you muse, and Spencer isn’t quite sure what to make of that. You must pick up on the conflicted look on his face, because you clarify. “That’s a good thing, Doc. I hope I look as good as you do when I’m thirty.”

Spencer has to remind himself how to breathe.

“I’m not thirty yet. Technically I have twenty-three more days. I could have a rapid decline in attractiveness by then.”

Spencer’s not usually one to try to be funny, but she seems to have a good sense of humor and he wants to impress you in any way he can.

“I guess I’ll have to swing back by in twenty-three days and find out.”

The two of you come to a stop in front of Penelope’s office and Spencer tries not to look as disappointed as he feels. He doesn’t want your meeting to come to an end – not when there’s so much about you that he wants to know. He wants to ask about your opinion on books and obscure foreign films and most importantly, Spencer wants to know what you think about him. Did meeting him affect you in the same way it did him? Did you secretly wish to make this moment last, too?

Spencer wants to say so much, but he can’t. He’s too awkward and too scared and too nervous to find the right words. So instead, he gives you a tight-lipped smile.

“I’m sorry about your blouse. Can I please give you the money to buy a new one? I feel like it’s the least I can do.”

“Absolutely not. It’s really not that big of a deal. Didn’t even really care for the shirt, if I’m being honest. Red really isn’t my color.”

Spencer wants to tell you how wrong you are – that he’s infinitely certain that you’d look irresistible in any color – but he doesn’t.

You reach for the door knob, and Spencer’s shoulders slump.

“It was nice meeting you, Spencer.”

And then you’re gone, and Spencer can’t help but think that he royally fucked up the most important introduction of his entire life.

When Spencer envisioned how his life would look at age thirty, he’d imagined it being a lot different than it is now. He’d hoped to use his intelligence for something great – finding a way to cure Alzheimer’s had been his main aspiration. Yet, here he was, thirty years old with nothing more than three PhDs to his name. He’d accomplished nothing of great significance, and the idea of having wasted his intelligence was eating away at him.

In short, Spencer Reid was in a bit of a funk.

It didn’t help that he hadn’t seen you since that fateful day in the bullpen. Spencer had contemplated paying you a visit, but the lingering embarrassment over his actions kept him from reaching out. He didn’t think he could handle how badly a rejection from you would hurt, so instead he sulked around the office and wallowed in his own self-deprecation.

Spencer’s birthday wasn’t something he tended to advertise. From a young age, he’d chosen to observe it silently. Usually, his mother would forget, and he never really had any friends to celebrate with, so the day was always rather unimportant to him. Perhaps he would order takeout and gorge himself on greasy food while he sat alone in his apartment. It had been good enough for him last year, and he supposed it would have to suffice this year as well.

He made it a point not to mention it to his coworkers, and the day passed by just as any other day. By the time five o clock rolled around, Spencer was waving a goodbye to his coworkers and heading out the door. As he waits for the elevator, he debates on whether to order Thai food or pizza for dinner.

Just as he settles on Thai, the elevator doors open.

“Oh, thank God, I was worried that you had left already!”

Before Spencer can get over the initial shock of seeing you, you’re stepping out of the elevator and into his space, an excited smile on your lips. And then you’re holding out your hand, and Spencer’s almost moved to tears when he sees you wielding a single chocolate cupcake.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d like chocolate or vanilla better, so I went with my gut. I get the feeling you’re a chocolate kind of guy,” you say, eyes shining as you look up at him. “So, was I right?”

“You brought this for me?” Spencer asks, voice barely above a whisper. He can’t fathom it – that you had spared him any thought past your initial meeting. Spencer had surely expected you to forget about him entirely. Either that, or you’d written him off as someone to be avoided.

You nod.

“Of course, I did. It’s your birthday. Everyone deserves something sweet on their birthday.” You pause, the smile dropping from your face. “It is your birthday, right? I didn’t miss it, did I?”

Spencer is slow to shake his head.

“N-No, you didn’t miss it. I’m just surprised you remembered.”

You chuckled softly.

“You’re very unforgettable, Doctor Reid,” you say, and Spencer’s heart flutters in his chest. “And you didn’t answer my question.” You gesture to the cupcake expectantly.

“Chocolate is my favorite,” Spencer breathes out, raising a shaky hand and taking it from her. “I… Thank you. You didn’t have to do this. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re turning thirty. That’s a very big deal, Doc.,” you argue, and Spencer gives you a tentative smile.

“If you say so.”

“I do,” you smirk, before hitting the button to open the elevator doors. “So, do you have any big plans to celebrate?”

The doors open and you and Spencer file into the elevator together– an event three years in the making.

“Not really. I was just going to order some food and stay in,” Spencer says before taking a bite of the cupcake. It tastes wonderful – better than a store-bought cupcake could ever be. This cupcake was undoubtably made from scratch, and the thought of you taking the time out of your day to bake something for him makes him feel weak at the knees. Pair that with the way you’re looking up at him and Spencer worries he might collapse.

“What kind of food?”

“Thai,” Spencer says around the mouthful of cake.

“Mm,” you hum. “You know – I happen to love Thai food. And I also happen to not have any plans for the evening.”

Even Spencer, who struggles to decipher the simplest of social cues, can deduce that you are insinuating that you want to spend the evening with him. He’s thankful, then, that he had already swallowed the bite of cupcake, because there’s no doubt in his mind that he’d have choked on it. Spencer gapes at you, but your gaze is unwavering and your body language gives no indication that you were joking.

“D-Do… Do you want to, uh, come over?” Spencer trips over his words more times than any grown man should, but in his defense, he isn’t exactly well versed in matters like this.

“Do you want me to come over?”

“Yes.” Spencer answers so quickly that it should be embarrassing, but it’s hard to feel anything but happy when you’re looking at him like that.

“Then in that case, I thought you’d never ask,” you sigh dramatically, and then the door opens up and you link your arm with his. “You know, I was beginning to think I’d never see you again. I’ve been driving Penelope crazy asking about you, Doc.”

“You’ve been asking about me?” Spencer asks, incredulous.

“Absolutely. It’s not every day that you meet a guy who has the audacity to feel you up and ask you to undress within the first five minutes. I just had to know more,” you tease, and Spencer can’t help but laugh. Despite the cold air of the parking garage, Spencer feels warm – warmer than he’s ever felt and he knows that it has everything to do with the way you’ve pressed yourself against his side.

“In that case, I’m very glad I spilled my coffee on you,” Spencer says and you let out a snort.

“Yeah, I could’ve done without that part. And the part where you called me germy.”

“I did not mean it like that,” Spencer insists. You hum and detach yourself from him, and Spencer instantly misses the contact.

“Because it’s your birthday, I’ll let you off the hook,” you announce, making your way to the other side of his car, all while never taking your eyes off him. “And if you’re lucky, birthday boy, I might just be willing to test that theory of yours.”

Spencer cocks his head to the side.

“Theory?”

You nod, and the smile that creeps across your face is the best birthday present he’s ever gotten.

“You said you thought kissing me would be nice. I think we should find out.”

Spencer Reid is, by most people’s definition, unlucky in love. But as he steals glances at you on the way to his apartment, his chest swells with a hope that maybe – just maybe – his luck is about to change.

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there-must-be-a-lock · 3 years

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Lessons Learned

Spencer Reid x (female) Reader (but reader doesn’t actually appear in the scene, that’s more of a postscript thing)

Word Count: 1225

Warnings: Non-explicit discussion of sex, in an oddly sweet and wholesome kinda way.

A/N: In which Emily gives Spencer some advice!

Inspired by @softspence / @homoose and this ask / this fic! Because it’s been a while (or, y’know, a week) since I wrote about the importance of communication during sex, and then I got to thinking about the whole “men being threatened by vibrators” thing, and... fic happened.

“I swear to god, Kevin’s eyes just about bugged out of his head when he saw mine,” Penelope is saying, as Spencer slides back onto his chair.

“They get so threatened, right?” Emily exclaims. “It’s a tool, not a competitor.”

Penelope sighs. “God. Men. No offense, Spencer.”

“None taken?” he says tentatively. “Um… what are you talking about?”

“Vibrators,” Emily informs him, and Spencer chokes a little bit on absolutely nothing. “And the time a man told me female ejaculation is a myth, and all the other reasons I prefer having sex with women.”

“Maybe I’ll just — um,” Spencer mutters, looking around desperately for an excuse to be somewhere else. For a second he considers joining JJ and Derek on the dance floor, but that’s its own kind of hell.

“Which part of that statement made you uncomfortable?” Emily asks, laughing. “C’mon, Doctor Reid, I’m sure you have some statistics on the female orgasm.”

Spencer grimaces, but offers, “Women orgasm during heterosexual intercourse roughly sixty-one percent of the time, compared to eighty-six percent during lesbian sex.”

“There you go,” Emily says, slapping her hand on the table with a grin. “And I bet it’s only that low because women don’t always expect reciprocation. Sometimes I just want to go down on a chick, you know?”

Spencer just looks at her, wide-eyed, feeling like a deer caught in headlights.

“I’m gonna go get another drink and get my dance on,” Penelope interrupts with a giggle. “Be back in a bit. Spencer, try not to die of embarrassment while I’m gone.”

“I should probably switch to water,” Emily muses, draining the last sip of her drink. Once Penelope is out of earshot, she adds, “I’m sorry, Spence, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, it’s not that, exactly.” Spencer frowns down at the table. “It’s just — never mind.”

Emily is studying him, uncomfortably sharp even though she’s way past tipsy. “You still haven’t, have you? Gone down on a girl, I mean.”

Spencer’s entire face is hot. “That’s… you’re correct.”

“You’ve had sex, though,” Emily says.

Either Spencer’s been saying some embarrassing things in his sleep during jet naps, or she’s… well, a profiler. Right.

“She wasn’t —we didn’t — once, and it was a… perfunctory experience.” He sighs, dropping his face into his hands, and admits all in one breath, “Idon’tlikebeingbadatstuff.”

When he looks up again, Emily’s smiling at him, not unkindly. “Are you looking for some advice?”

“I know the theory, but —”

“Not something you can learn from a book. Yeah. Believe me, Spencer, I am happy to talk about this stuff,” Emily says. She’s obviously sincere, and Spencer feels some of his embarrassment melt away. “Not enough men want advice, and that’s part of the problem.”

Spencer shrugs. “Then… yeah, I’m asking you for advice.”

Emily nods and folds her hands, sitting up a little straighter; she means business.

“Lesson one: make sure your fingernails are clipped and filed and clean,” she says authoritatively.

“That makes sense.”

“Second: take your fucking time. Okay? Don’t just, like, faceplant tongue-first onto the clit.” Spencer almost chokes on his drink at that, and Emily smirks before continuing, “Women are beautiful, right? Seems obvious to you and me, but a lot of the time, they don’t believe that they’re beautiful, and when they’re naked, they tend to worry about whether you think they’re beautiful.”

“Huh.”

Yeah, none of the books ever mentioned that.

“So take your time getting there. Appreciate the rest of her body. Kissing, touching, licking, just — looking, and exploring, and letting her know that you like what you see. That you like all of her, and not just what’s between her legs. If you can make her feel comfortable — not just comfortable with you, but comfortable in her own skin — that’s going to make it a whole lot easier for her to enjoy herself. Got it?”

“Got it,” Spencer says softly.

Emily takes a sip of her drink and clears her throat.

“Okay. Here’s where a lot of dudes get tripped up: fucking communicate. Just ask her what she likes, and then actually listen to what she says. There’s nothing wrong with not being confident. It’s a whole lot better than being over-confident.”

“Yeah, I don’t think over-confident will be a problem for me,” Spencer says wryly.

“Good. Because way too many guys go into sex assuming that they already know how to blow her mind, or whatever, and that this is a chance for them to, like, amaze her with their moves, and a lot of the time, they got their moves from porn and they suck.” Emily’s getting a little rant-y. She takes a deep breath and continues. “Anyway, just — just ask her. She might not be comfortable, at first, saying it bluntly like that, so listen to her body, too, right? Touch her in different ways and pay attention to how she responds. Fingers, tongue… suction, penetration… everybody — every body — is different.”

Spencer nods, and hesitates before saying, “I’ve heard a couple men talk about it, and they always make it sound — intimidating? And not necessarily… enjoyable.”

“Men are fucking weird,” Emily says bluntly. “It’s awesome. Not like jizz tastes like chocolate and strawberries, anyway. But, like, it’s… human, you know? There’s something hot about it, even if it’s not what you’d usually enjoy. And the wetter she gets, the longer you spend down there, the better she’s going to taste.”

Spencer’s cheeks are burning again. He rubs his eyes, trying to cover his discomfort. “And how — I mean…”

“You’ll know,” Emily says wryly. “And also, when it’s over, she’ll be sensitive, and she’ll push you away, because it’ll be too much.”

“Oh.”

“And it’s not — it’s not necessarily comfortable, you know? Feels like you’re gonna fucking suffocate, sometimes. You’ll have her thighs around your head, and she’ll be all trembly, trying to move her hips, maybe pulling your hair, but —” Emily’s smiling now, equal parts dreamy and smug. “— feeling someone just fall apart like that, feeling their whole body shaking — making them feel good — it’s amazing.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” Spencer mumbles.

“Really, though,” Emily says seriously. “The most important thing is that you take your ego out of the equation. Stop worrying about being ‘good’ or ‘bad’ at it. Whether it’s your fingers or your mouth or your dick or her fucking vibrator, ask her what to do, and then do it. Understood?”

“Yeah. I understand.” He gives her a grateful smile.

Emily studies him for a moment and then says, “For what it’s worth? Just knowing you as a friend, knowing how much you care about people, I think your future partners are in good hands.” It’s unusually earnest for her and it catches Spencer off-guard, but before he can think of a response, she flashes him a bright grin and adds, “If they want to thank me, though, my favorite flowers are roses.”

Spencer laughs. “I’ll remember that, if I ever meet someone special.”

“You will. Don’t worry.”

“Thanks, Em.”

Sure enough, he meets you a few months later.

Your breathless, “How did you do that?” was meant to be rhetorical, but he tells you the whole story anyway. You have a huge bouquet delivered to Emily’s apartment, along with a bottle of wine and a card that says, “Can’t thank you enough.”

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fangirlings-things · 3 years

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Chicago PD Preference: When they first realize they're in love with you

requested by anon || A/N: hope you like it, love 💖 || tag list: @imaginesofyourfandom ; @regalbanshee

Jay Halstead— he would realize he loved you for the first time after you got injured on the job, during an operation that went terribly wrong. He blamed himself deeply for not being there to protect you when he had to, being your partner at Intelligence. He would be scared to death that you wouldn't pull through and he wouldn't even be able to tell you about how he felt. At the end you did manage to survive, and he couldn't even contain his relief when he stood at the door of your room at Med and saw you still asleep from the surgery.

"(Y/N)'s going to be fine" his brother, Will, said as he stood beside Jay at the corridor. He could see it in his brother's eyes just how much he cared for you. "You have nothing to worry about"

"Don't I?" Jay echoed, still a bit under shock as he watched you, eyes not leaving your being for even a second. He seemed to fear you would disappear if he looked away.

"No, you don't" Will placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it tenderly. "Hey" only then, Jay looked at his face. "You will be able to tell (Y/N) how you feel" at that, Jay flashed him a small grateful smile.

The idea of telling you in the future, did excite him.

Adam Ruzek— he would come to terms with his feelings for you one night when he saw someone hitting on you at Molly's. Jealousy would unexpectedly take a deep hold on him and that would make him see that it wasn't just friendship, what you two had. At least, that wasn't all he wanted. He wanted to be with you, to love you. And so, he would make it his goal to have the courage to tell you just how he really felt.

"What happened there?" he asked you with a emotionless expression on his face as he sat at your table, pretending he did not care while referring to the someone who had just walked away from you not looking too happy.

"Didn't feel like it" you shrugged, smiling at him before taking a long sip of your beer. "What about you, Ruzek? Not leaving with anyone tonight?"

Adam smiled before shrugging just like you had done. "No, I'm happy to just spend the night here drinking with you"

You smiled widely and raised your beer in the air. "Well, cheers to that"

Antonio Dawson— he would realize how he felt about it when you comforted him during a really bad case. No other members of the unit had even noticed that it got to him that hard, but you did. When he excused himself and went to the precinct's parking lot, you followed right into his car and just waited. For him to talk, to have the time of silence he needed. Whatever it was that he was going to do to get over it, you wanted him to know that he could count on you. And for him, that mattered more than you could ever imagine.

"We should get back there" he would say after sometime, where you both just stayed there in the silence. He motioned to get out of the car, but you gently grabbed his forearm, making him stop.

"Hey" you waited until he fall back against the seat again and looked at you to continue speaking. "Voight won't care if we are just a few minutes away. We don't have anything new yet"

"That's exactly what worries me" Antonio said in something that was just a little above a whisper, with a heavy sight that put out all of his frustration.

Instead of saying something else you reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly as you watched his face. You gave him a small smile, made him know that you were there, whatever happened. With his heart filled with joy in the middle of that chaos, he was able to smile back at you.

Kevin Atwater— he would realize he had feelings for you unexpectedly, during a day when you showed up a bit late for work because you had stopped by to buy them all donuts and coffee. Your smile as you gave everyone the little gifts, the laughter you let out when Voight wasn't able to hide how much he had liked his coffee, all of that suddenly got to him like a punch in the face. He liked you, a lot. And honestly, he didn't know if he would be able to hide it for too long.

"I was beginning to think you had forgotten me" Kevin said when you got to him, as he leaned against his desk with a smile on his lips just by watching you.

"How could I?" you smiled back at him, while reaching to the inside of the donuts box. "This one is for you" you gave him a apparently delicious cinnamon twist.

"Oh, come on, you do know you are playing with my heart here, right?" he let the words leave his mouth in a rush, before he could even stop himself or rethink the sentence. His tone was filled with irony, but the meaning behind those words... that was quite true.

You smiled, shrugging slightly. "Good"

Hank Voight— he would realize how he felt about you after a very successful case, having just them taken notice of his how good you worked and functioned together. That smoothness that surrounded you both, the way you were both really comfortable around each other and how you did not hesitate to fight him when he was wrong, unlike others, all those things opened his eyes for the fact that what he felt for you was more than just Sargeant affection towards a subordinate.

"This went better than I expected" you said, going to stand by his Hank's side at the sidewalk. Your arms were crossed over your chest as you watched the criminal that just got busted by Intelligence be placed into the patrol car.

"You did good police work, (Y/N)" he smiled, eyes going to the criminal just for seconds later to go back to you. Somehow, his eyes always kept going back to you.

"Thank you, Sarge" you said, almost unable to hide how proud of yourself you were in that moment. Deep down, you tried to not make it a big deal just how much a compliment from him meant to you.

Erin Lindsay— her feelings would finally make sense to her after seeing you with your family one day after shift. She noticed all the love and caring you guys shared and being someone who did not have that kind of love for a great part of her life, it made her happy to see that you had that. You seemed to shine when you where with the people you loved and that made her want to be one of those people, to be able to put that kind of smile on your face just by being there, beside you.

"Hey, Lindsay, you want to join us for dinner?" you asked while having your arm joined with your mother's, a welcoming smile in both of your faces.

"I want her to go!" your little cousin said, while looking up at Erin with those childish, big curious eyes that melted her heart.

When she answered, she was looking directly at you. "I would love that"

Kim Burgess— she would realize how she really felt about you after you spent a whole day together on a lookout, outside a suspect's house, sharing food and talking about the most random things possible while simultaneously, working on the case. The easy conversation, good vibe and the comfort you found in open up to each other would make her have to think hard on how she felt, which would lead to further realization

"Did I tell you about the day me and Adam made a drinking contest against some of the firefighters from firehouse 51 at Molly's?" you asked, right before taking a sip of your orange juice. Your eyes checked the suspect's house, everything was clear.

Kim on the driver's seat, turned her head towards you with a smile on her lips. It amazed her, how you seemed to always have something funny or interest to say. Made her want to hear what you had to say all the time. "You did not, but now you'll have to"

You laughed, then started off, excitedly, while remembering what happened on the said day. "So, me and Adam had been drinking alone for some time and then, Cruz comes along..."

Hailey Upton— she would realize how she felt for you when during an interrogation you two were leading together, you got threatened by the suspect. It would drive her mad, to have that person even thinking about hurting you in any way. The very enraged look they had upon you would make her want to do something reckless or eve stupid, something that would take them away from you. Anything. All that protectiveness and worry, she realized, was not just friendship. Couldn't be.

"I can't believe they had the nerve to threaten you" she said more to herself then to you, when you both walked out of the interrogation room together. The expression on her face was furious. "To say that, to even think about—" she interrupted herself with a heavy sight, looking at everywhere but you.

"It's okay, Hailey, really. I've received worse threats before" you tried to make a bit of a joke to easy the tension, but she was having none of it. You could see the anger and worry in her eyes. "Hey, hey" you touched her shoulder gently, making her stop and look at you. "Everything's fine"

Hailey nodded for a moment and you thought she was going to let it go, but then she walked straight towards you and held you tightly in a hug. You smiled softly, glad for her being so protective. Little did you know, all her feelings for you were now very clear on her mind.

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First, I LOVE what you are doing, thank you so much.

Second: any that focus on the baby foxes—aside from just Neil punching Jack?

All the older foxes have stories that go more into their character, we can see why they are assholes (and almost excuse them). Any for the baby foxes (particularly Jack) like this?

Alternatively, any where the older foxes are held accountable for their asshole actions? (Andrew forcing Aaron’s withdrawal, the chocking incident, the speedballs, Matt’s attacking Kevin for stuff that isn’t his fault, Nicky’s kissing Neil, Andrew’s drugging of anyone he considers suspicious, etc.)

Ok, so Robin Cross and Jack are future foxes discussed in Nora’s extra content. Robin has some in-depth fics written about her backstory, most notably the true crime podcast AU ‘Red Rabbits: Season 2,’ below. We found a bit of Jack’s past in ‘Lessons In Cartography’ (chapters 19 and 20), and a bit of Robin’s in sequel ‘The Cartographer and the World’ (chapters 8 and 13), find both here.

I’ve also got some accountability fics for you. - A

Robin & Jack:

fics featuring the freshmen here

Jack and Sheena being assholes here

Neil fights with Jack here

‘pick up all the pieces (and what’s left of my pride)’ here

‘Red-Breasted Fox’ here

og foxes held accountable:

Confrontations about demisexuality/Andrew's soullessness here

Foxes feel guilty about Andrew here

New finds for Nicky kissing Neil here; master list here

Andrew apologizes to Kevin here