sy's reading recs
hi. i read a lot of fanfiction for COD and i love spreadsheets. i try to track my reads, and thought i'd make two reading rec lists. you are currently viewing the non-darkfic list. i've included blurbs from yours truly. the blurbs are short because there are a LOT of recs below the cut. now then.
beyond the read more, you are responsible for reading tags, warnings, and summaries.
pairings are indicated where applicable, although these may change or may not be established yet.
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gaz x reader
Lavender Skies by @yeyinde
Late to the party but gd if you haven't read this, put it at the top of your list. Kebabs, back-up shoes, the feeling of someone knowing you, the pain and sublimity of being in your late 20s...Chef's kiss.
childfree!reader thoughts by @pfhwrittes
Tooth-rottingly sweet bit about finding someone with the same priorities and not being made to feel bad about it. Love it when the boys match-make a lil bit.
The Gym by @secretsynthetic
Very cute piece about meeting trainer!Gaz at a workout class. Kudos to Reader for making it through the class because I would've had to bail if Gaz perceived me for half a second. Love how observant and sweet he is in this.
Pluto by @groguspicklejar
Late to yet another party, but I got sucked in by the premise: 'vampire!Gaz is smitten with a girl who has no desire to be around his kind'. I love how the relationship progresses, the later chapters had me gigglin'. Except for that last chap. I got GOT.
ghost x reader
child free @391780
I tag it from time to time but one of my favorite things to see in fanfic is the love and intimacy of caring for someone. And that's what this is. Among my favorite oneshots I've seen shared in this fandom.
Roommate Simon by @tacticalgirlboss
Roommate Simon could go in so many directions, but I love this particular take. The slow evolution of the relationship from roommate to something else. Made me feel mushy as hell by the end.
Through Me (The Flood) by @peachesofteal
Another drop everything to read fic. Seeing Simon embrace a role he was not expecting to ever fulfill is both heartbreaking and heartwarming at the same time. Me with every installment.
soap x reader
mic work by @glossysoap
I have four words for you: Erotic audio artist Soap. Soap's hard at work (🥁), imagining best friend!Reader as the subject of his latest scripts. He is COMMITTED to his job.
submissive Soap by @doeidawn
Dizzying. Schedule time to take a lap after reader. Something about that man begging. It needs to be studied and somehow distilled. Into what? I don't know, don't ask me, I can't think straight after re-reading this.
bad reservation by @the-californicationist
I think I summed up my reaction to this in my tags: "reader's getting that michelin star dick". A prompt filled by Cali that made me giggle furiously for a smooth ten minutes after reading.
price x reader
Storm Chaser by @/the-californicationist
Save me, biker!Price...save me... Caution: You may need to lie down after reading. Truthfully, I'm terrified of motorcycles. But I would reconsider for this Price.
A Case of You by @alittleposhtoad
One of my favorite new series. A zombie apocalypse where you're hiding out on a remote island in Canada, and who finds you? Just my favorite man. Really enjoy the pieces of worldbuilding and seeing Price interact with what's left of Reader's community.
Words Like Violence by @deadbranch
BodyguardxBodyguard. Two professionals wanting one another and their jobs kind of getting in the way. Suits. Gear. Gloves. Pure catnip. An appearance from Simon that made me laugh, re-read, then rub my hands together like a raccoon.
141 x reader and other pairings
GhostGaz Week by @dragonnarrative-writes - gaz x ghost
Dragon knocked it out of the park on GhostGaz week. I love all of them, but 'afraid of the dark' and 'sweet talk' are two of my favorites.
An Offer You Won't Refuse by @lovifie - gaz x price
You know that clip of Kylo Ren screaming more? That's me, because this makes me want more GazPrice in my life. Delectable. Mean!Price and Gaz calling in a victory.
SCP!141 by @ghouljams - gen tf 141
Incredibly fun and freaky AU that I think has half of my lil circle of friends on here willing to overlook their personal safety to get at SCP-141....I may or may not be among them.
Fancy by @swordsandholly - 141 x reader
Subtle delicious morsels of worldbuilding and bleak, dystopian vibes with vampires. That should be enough to get you started. Had me at the Reba reference.
Tradie 141 by @/pfhwrittes - mix
The way I would be quickly banned from any worksite if they were real. The Tradie!verse is very, very important to me and I eat up every piece that comes out of P's big brain.
Autumn Embers by @/dragonnarrative-writes - 141 x reader
One of the most nuanced takes on the omegaverse paired with some of the hottest smut. The meta is a good place to start, imho, as it underpins the fic and bolsters the plot.
Mission Shenanigans by @kyletogaz - gazsoap x reader
Here's a taste: “You’ve got your tongue shoved in my pussy and you expect for me to be quiet?” Got it? Scurry on over for the oneshot that made me bluescreen at the end.
Service Dog Johnny by @void-my-warranty - ghoap x reader
Interesting spin on Ghoap x Reader that shows a level of intimacy between Simon x Reader (and by extension, Ghoap x Reader), that goes beyond the sex. Yes, the smut is fantastic, but the relationship dynamic hooked me.
Cool Girl x @/peachesofteal - ghoap x reader
As a former 'Cool Girl', reading this is both therapeutic and painful, and fuck me if I don't run to read every update. You will cry, laugh, tear your hair out, and enjoy it.
Fuck-ass mohawk by @sentientcave - ghoap x reader
Reader finally saying what I'm thinking. Fuck-ass mohawk. Hilarious piece. I definitely didn't finish this and think "oh dang I want Reader to be mean to ME". 👀
"romance" in the age of technology by @/pfhwrittes - soap x gaz
Let it be known that Johnny MacTavish is a giver. A good friend. So thoughtful of others. So while Gaz recovers from top surgery, obviously our Scottish saint takes it upon himself (literally?) to cheer him up. Funny and WHEW.
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I'll Pick You Up at 8
Spencer Agnew x gender neutral reader
accidental first date fluff one shot
word count: 4.6k
A/N: I haven't written fiction in such a long time, so bare with me.
potential content warning: make-out session depicted, joking/talking about the implication of s3x (s3x NOT depicted)
Just like after every SwordAF recording session, you're still so amped up from the game, you insist the group goes out to your favorite restaurant for dinner. A small authentic Italian pizza joint, Ardovino's. And just like every time, your exhausted friends decline.
Well, everyone except Spencer.
"C'mon guys..." Your whine draws on as you pout with your whole body, like a disappointed child. "It'll be fun I promise. And the food is to die for."
Your friends' rejection wasn't new, far from it. It had actually begun to become a running joke. You always get the post-performance adrenaline rush after SwordAF. While the rest of the crew would rather wind down, you insist on a big group dinner.
"Y/N." Chanse spoke. "Leave It." The group, including you, chuckled. "The very last shoot of one of our busiest shoot weeks isn't the time for a pizza party."
"He's right, babe." Amanda chimed in. "It's time to sleep."
You throw your arms down to your sides in defeat and give Shayne a pleading look.
"Sorry." Shayne shrugs. "Me and Court are bathing the cats tonight."
"You guys are lame!" You exclaim. "You have your whole lives to sleep and bathe cats! You have only one night to rally at Ardovino's!"
"Ardovino's isn't going anywhere." Shayne retorts. "Look, we all promise, we'll do it another time."
"But I'm not gonna be here for the next week and a half!" You playfully whine. "It could go bankrupt and shut down by then!"
Spencer closely watches you from behind the cameras with a subtle smirk. The scene of you insisting they all go out never gets old to him. You get so passionate. Your eyes grow wider than they already are. You pitch dinner like it's life or death. A trait of yours Spencer has always adored.
Spencer makes his way over from behind the cameras to start putting up the mic equipment. "Y/N," He shakes his head and chuckles to himself as he wraps up various cords. "I don't think that place is in danger of shutting down as long as your around."
You scoff. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that I don't think there's been a single week that's gone by since I've known you, that you haven't eaten from there." Spencer says, eyebrows raised. And a smile he couldn't get rid of, even if he tried.
"What else am I supposed to do? I make up like half their business." You joked. "Since none of my 'so called friends' have ever even set foot in the joint."
Shayne, Chanse, and Amanda are all getting up from the table, getting ready to go home for the weekend. While you keep sitting there, looking up at Spencer, with that smile he thinks about when he's all alone.
Spencer had eyes for you since you first met. Something only a close observer, and of course, Kiana, would know. You weren't just obviously and immediately stunning- you were the funniest person Spencer has ever met. And in his eyes, that was the most attractive quality a person could have. You were also incredibly caring and warm, of course. You gave steadfast support and generosity to the people in your life. The things that came out of your mouth consistently took him by surprise- whether it was your unwavering wit, completely unique observations about the world, or the most thoughtfully crafted and kindest compliments. Spencer knows you as one of the strangest and greatest people in his life.
The one thing Spencer didn't notice about you- was your clear feelings for him.
It took you guys a while to become good friends. His crush on you made him shy. But you eventually wiggled your way into his shell. And he was more than happy to accommodate you. It had almost been a year since you really formed a genuine and intimate friendship with him outside of work. Playful teasing. Inside jokes. Carpooling. Cat sitting. Late night phone calls. Stories you've never told anyone else. Testing games for the channel at Spencer's place. Ordering in. Falling asleep together on his couch.
All while you adored everything about him. His laugh. His unfiltered jokes. His attentiveness. His green eyes. His tattoos. His arms.
The same arm he was currently nudging you on the shoulder with. "Okay, fine." He groaned. "You win. Let's go to Ardovino's."
Amanda and Chanse stop in their tracks and give each other a knowing look of excitement. They, of course, being the only ones to know about your feelings for Spencer.
"Really?!" You swelled. "Wait, are you being serious?!"
Spencer laughed.
"Wait, Spencer, really?! No way! Really?!"
His eyes could fall out of his head with the way he's looking at you.
"Spencer!" You tugged on his hand and started shaking it. "Are we really gonna go to Ardovino's?!? Finally?!?"
Spencer stays quiet as he grins and basks in your excitement. That smile. Those eyes. Your excited shrill. Your hands touching his.
"Spencer!!" You give him another shake.
It pulls him out of your eyes and back into the moment. "Yes, yes. Just let me get some actual clothes on. I'll pick you up at eight o'clock."
"Oh wait," With raised eyebrows, your tone and posture softens. "Now I feel bad. I don't want you to have to change."
"Well it's a nice place, right?" He shrugs. "Can't go in like this." He motions to his old champion hoodie.
"Wait, no, nevermind." You say. "It's okay, Spence. I don't wanna put you out like that. I know you're tired."
"Yeah, y/n, you're really putting me out." He mocks. "Going to dinner with a beautiful thing like you. How burdensome."
Beautiful?
You give him a quizzical look, but can't help the huge smile creeping on your face and the color rushing to your cheeks. Your suddenly extremely aware of your grip on his hand. It starts to feel very hot, almost burning.
"Relax." Spencer says, very softly, almost a whisper. "I wanna go with you. I'll be at your place at eight, okay?"
As he looks down at you with a smirk, there's something in his eyes that excites you. But also starts making the eye contact between the two of you intense.
You can barely utter out "Okay."
"Okay." He says with a smile, again in that soft tone. He gives your hand a squeeze before turning to leave.
Your eyes linger on the door as he exits the game stage. He left you with a smile you can't seem to shake.
Amanda and Chanse are gripping each others shoulders with their jaws on the floor as you slowly turn your body to face them.
Shayne is oblivious.
---
"Okay." You let out a breath as you give your outfit a onceover in the mirror.
"Now that's a first date fit." Chanse says eating popcorn from your couch.
"Chanse. I don't know how many times I have to say this- but this isn't a date. I basically begged him to take me to dinner."
"That's not what I saw. He couldn't wait to pick you up at eight." Chanse mimics Spencer in a provocative tone.
"Well it's just dinner, Chanse. Me and Spencer eat together all the time."
"Yeah, at the office or your guys' apartments. Not at a fancy, romantic pizzeria."
"It's not fancy or romantic."
"He called you beautiful."
You scoff. "I call you beautiful all the time. What? Is this a date? Are we dating now?"
"Yeah but he obviously likes you."
"You know you keep saying that, and then nothing happens. He's never made a move- or done literally anything to indicate he's into me."
"What are you talking about?! It's happened like a million times! You always just brush it off!"
"I don't brush him off!"
"Yes you do. You brush him off because you're too scared of rejection."
You roll your eyes. "Well, Chanse, normal people are plenty scared of rejection."
Chanse puts his hand to his chest, pretending to be offended. "Oh am I not normal?"
"No." You emphasize. "You're some superhuman freak. You can just walk up to anybody and start flirting."
"And you wanna know what the worst thing that happened was?"
You tilt your head at him and put your hands on your hips.
"They didn't reciprocate. And I just keep on living."
"Yeah, but if Spencer rejects me..." You trail off defeatedly. You search for the words, and suddenly the weight of all that you'd feel if Spencer were to reject you comes crashing down. "I couldn't just brush that off, Chanse. I like him. So much. It'd crush me."
"Well, I think living in this limbo of unknown feelings and 'what ifs?' for the rest of your life- would crush you even more."
Your phone buzzes with a text from Spencer.
On my way :)
"Shit, that's him." Your heart sinks. Suddenly this all becomes very real and the fact that you and Spencer are going to be having a candlelight dinner sends nerves throughout your entire body.
"You need to get out of here before he comes." You pull Chanse off the couch and take away the bowl of popcorn.
As you push him towards the door Chanse laughs. "If it's not a date, why can't I stay?"
You stop and he turns to face you.
"I mean it's just two friends getting together, right? Why don't I just tag along, too?" Chanse smirks.
You're ready to call his bluff.
"The more the merrier." You smile.
"Great."
Silence surrounds the staring contest between the two of you.
"It's not a date, Chanse."
"Then why'd you choose that underwear?"
You roll your eyes and start pushing him out the door again. "Goodbye."
Chanse manages a very rushed "Use protection!" before you slam the door on him.
---
In the car, on the way to your apartment, Spencer gets a call. It's Kiana.
He answers the phone from the bluetooth system on the steering wheel. "Hello?"
"Why did I just get a text from Chanse that you and y/n are going on a date?" Kiana questions.
"Date? I mean, we're going to dinner?"
"And you didn't tell me?! This is your chance Spence!"
Spencer rolls his eyes. Then an idea strikes him. "Wait, date? Is that the word Chanse used?"
"Well, no. He said you two are going to Ardovino's right now. Alone."
"Well yeah, Kiana, that's not a date."
"You can make it one."
Spencer furrows his eyebrows. "What does that even mean?"
"I mean, you want it to be a date, right? And I can bet you, she wants it to be a date, too."
"I don't think so."
"Spencer, y/n obviously likes you."
"Then why haven't they told me?"
"Why haven't you told them?!"
"You know why, Kiana. I can't risk that. If I put everything out there, and they don't feel the same way..." Spencer follows the trail of thought where he confesses his feelings. You rejecting him. You distancing yourself from him. No longer being friends. No longer being able to make you laugh. No more late night phone calls. No more you. You weren't something he was willing to lose. "It'd ruin everything."
"But if you go on like this, you'll lose y/n either way. They'll eventually meet someone who'll actually make a move."
For a while, there's a silence where only the cars on the road can be heard.
"There's always gonna be that what if in your head if you don't just go for it. And it'll be too late." Kiana says. "A nice dinner is the perfect place to tell her how you feel."
---
As Spencer shuffles up the steps to your apartment, Kiana's words couldn't get out of his head. What if you did meet someone else? The thought of anyone else being with you- hugging you, kissing you, making you laugh- stung.
He knocks on your door.
What if you did want this to be a date? What if this was his chance? What if he told you his feelings and you told him yours back? What if he kissed you and you kissed him back? What if-
All at once, Spencer's thoughts go quiet and his breath hitches. You open the door. You're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. His eyes are more than happy to take you all in. He's too preoccupied staring at you to even greet you.
"Hi." You sheepishly say after a few seconds of silence.
Spencer looked so handsome. And the smell of his cologne was intoxicating.
"H- hey." He let out with a lot of air and a huge smile. You can see him looking over all of you. "You look..." He meets your eyes. "You're gorgeous."
You smile and feel the warmth rush to your cheeks, as well as to the pit of your stomach. "Thanks, Spence." You step closer to him and playfully tug on the collar of his white polo shirt. "You look very handsome." You giggle.
A playful moment, quickly turns into tension you could cut with a knife. Your faces now, just inches apart. Your hand still on his collar. Eye contact unbroken.
You look down at his lips for a split second when you suddenly hear a car horn down the street. It makes you guys jump back and laugh.
"Well..." You break the silence. "I thought we could walk there. It's only like ten minutes down the street. If that was okay with you?"
"Sounds perfect." Spencer smiles. He offers out his arm, doing his gentleman voice. "M'lady?"
You laugh. "M'lord." You link arms with his.
The walk there is filled with a very comfortable silence. It's not lost on you how nice being this close to him feels. You have a tight grip on his bicep.
Spencer is more than happy. Such a beautiful person like you, wrapped around his arm. He keeps almost running into things with how many times he's looking at you.
As you walk in to the restaurant, the older southern hostess, Lynn, you've seen many, many times greets you by name. "Hey, y/n! Welcome!"
Spencer laughs. "Come here that often, huh?"
You smile and roll your eyes at him.
"So who's the handsome fella?" Asks Lynn.
"Oh, this is Spencer." You say, gesturing your hand toward him.
"Well, Spencer, it's nice to meet you." Lynn smiles. "I hope you know you are one lucky man to be out on a date with this one!"
As you open your mouth to correct her, Spencer agrees. "Well, more like the luckiest man alive."
Lynn laughs. "Aw, well, ain't that cute? Right this way you two."
You give Spencer a bewildered look. But, of course, a huge smile on your face. Was Chanse actually right? Was this a date?
He doesn't look back at you. Instead he links your arm with his and leads you as he's walking.
His heart beating out of his chest. His nerves feel like fire. He was so nervous, but also, relishing this moment.
Lynn lets you know your waitress is on the way and walks away. Spencer pulls out your chair and helps you in. He sits down and starts looking at the menu.
You see a cool, calm, collected, nonchalant Spencer turning through the pages. Yet, what you don't know is, he's too scared to make eye contact with you.
You pick up your menu trying to follow his lead. But can't think straight. You haven't stopped smiling. A few moments go by and you keep putting down your menu to say something, but then go back to reading it.
Finally, with a huge smile, and raised eyebrows you say, "A date?"
Spencer freezes and looks up at you. "Hmm?"
"You're the luckiest man alive to be on a date with me?"
"Uh.." Spencer shifts in his seat. "You know.. uh- well... yeah."
Your heart flips.
"I mean, look at you." He gestures at you like it's obvious. "If this was a date, I'd be the luckiest man alive."
If?
Before you can say anything the waitress comes.
---
Dinner was great. It was just like any other time between the two of you. Great conversation. Lots of laughter. Untold stories. Except you were admiring his lips throughout your meal. And when you'd look away, so was he.
After an awkward fight for the bill, he wins.
He opens the door for you on the way out. You guys stand outside and just look at each other. No words are spoken, but you can feel a tension. Then you both instinctively laugh at the same time.
"Well..."
"Well.."
You didn't want this night to end. You look at the place across the street you go to often, and an idea strikes.
"Up for dessert?" You ask. "That place has the best churros in LA."
"Hell yeah." He extends his arm out to you again, and you take it. You guys find a break in between cars to jog across the street.
"¡Hola, hermosa!" Rita, the woman who owns the small churro stand, and at this point, a close personal friend, greets you. "Nice to see you!"
"Hi, Rita." You smile.
"Been here a lot, too, huh?" Spencer laughs.
"Shut up."
"This you boyfriend?" Rita asks.
You and Spencer both look at each other. Both of you secretly wishing you could answer 'yes' to that question.
"That's what everyone seems to think." You chuckle.
"Let me get a picture!" She says motioning to the cork board full of polaroids of couple who have eaten here.
"Oh, Rita, it's okay. We're ju-" Before you can finish your sentence she is out there with her camera.
"Okay, c'mon, c'mon, get close." She motion at the two of you.
You look at Spencer. "I'm so sorry, is this okay?"
"It's totally fine." He laughs.
He put his arm around your waist.
A chill rushes through you.
"One. Two. Three."
The camera clicks.
"Okay now kiss!"
You laugh awkwardly. "Oh, it's okay-"
"C'mon! Kiss!" Rita insists. "C'mon, such a good photo!"
Spencer and you look at each other with awkward smiles, not knowing what to do. You did want to kiss him, of course, but not like this. Not for the first time.
"I'll give you a peck on the cheek." Spencer whispers. "If that's okay with you."
You look up at him, flustered. "Oh, yeah, yeah. That's good."
He plants a kiss on your cheek. A sweet and intimate moment that makes both of your stomachs flutter. Rita snaps the photo.
"Beautiful!" Rita exclaims. "I'll bring out your usual now, okay?"
You and Spencer sit and wait on the curb in front of the stand. Rita brings one large churro and a huge cup of horchata to you guys and hands it to Spencer.
As you go through your stuff to pull out your cash, Spencer moves for his wallet. "Oh no, I got it, y/n."
"No, no, no!" Rita smiles. "On the house for the happy couple." She points at Spencer. "Just treat y/n right."
"Yes ma'am." Spencer chuckles.
"Oh! And here you go. One for you." Rita hands you the polaroid of Spencer kissing you on the cheek. "See? Such a good photo."
Rita walks away, and you and Spencer sit in a moment of silence looking at the picture.
"Wow." He breaks it. "You usually eat all this by yourself?" He laughs.
You hit his arm and giggle. "No! I come here with Chance... sometimes."
Spencer lets air escape his nose. He looks over to you with an endearing smile. Something in his tone shifted "And she never thinks Chanse is your boyfriend?"
"Well..." You blush and bring the photo closer to show him. "I guess you and I just have that undeniable chemistry." You joke.
"Yeah I mean, I get it." He says, placing the food down at his side, and grabbing the photo from you. "That's one handsome couple."
You both chuckle. As the sound fades and it's just the two of you in silence, you stare deep into each others eyes. Spencer notices a spark in yours that seems to be new.
It seems like every sign was telling you this was a date. Other people were literally telling you this was a date. Looking into his eyes, your heart swelled up to your throat. You cleared it, breaking the silence.
You leaned your body against Spencer to reach across him to get the churro that was on his other side. "Well..." You gesture for him to take a bite as you hold it. "Tell me what you think."
---
You threw your trash away and said bye to Rita.
"Onward?" Spencer, once again, offers his arm.
"Onward." You smile taking it.
Now, on the opposite side of the street, you pass your favorite café. It's pretty empty and there is a small jazz band out front you've seen play there plenty of times.
"Hey!" Mr. Reeves, the old pianist, stops playing when he sees you. The band follows with greetings as well.
"Hello, Mr. Reeves. Hello, everyone. How are you?"
"Well, I'm much better now after seeing you!" Mr. Reeves offers a friendly smile.
"Jesus, you really get out a lot, huh?" Spencer whispers in your ear and nudges your side. You look up at him and roll your eyes.
"Does your boyfriend here wanna dance?" Mr. Reeves asks.
"Jesus, you really get mistaken for my boyfriend a lot, huh?" You both laugh.
"Well, son? Are you gonna ask this pretty young thing to dance or not?" Mr. Reeves asks. The rest of the band joins in, egging Spencer on.
After a moment, of looking at each other. Spencer gives you a playful shrug. "Why not?" Spencer unlinks his arm from yours and offers his hand. "Will you do me the honors?"
You look at him in amazement. Your heart beating out of your chest. This was really happening. With a smile so wide, you take his hand.
The band starts playing your favorite old-timey love song you've told them so much about.
Spencer has a hand around each side of your waist, with a firm grasp. You have your hand wrapped around the back of his neck. You hadn't been this close to him for this long, ever. Without saying anything and only the occasional break in eye contact, you sway side to side on the pavement.
Once you both were able to push past the nerves, it was pure bliss. Spencer had the person of his dreams in his hands. He still hadn't gotten over how beautiful you looked tonight- tripping over his words during conversations you had throughout the night. He knew he couldn't push down his feelings any longer. Everyone thinking you were a couple, kissing you on the cheek, dancing with you- if all of this was a possibility for the two of you going forward, it was worth the risk of anything. He had to let you know how he felt. He was in love.
And you knew in that moment, you felt the same way.
As the song ended, the band started clapping for you both.
"Thanks for that." Spencer places some cash in a hat the band had in front of them. "Seriously thank you." He whispers to Mr. Reeves. Spencer would put his entire bank account in that hat to thank them for giving him that moment with you.
"So..." You giggle.
"So." Spencer repeats with a warm smile. This time, he offers his hand for you to hold. You happily take it. "Just no more detours, okay?" You both laugh.
As he guides you up the steps to your front porch you don't let go of his hand. And he doesn't let go of yours. You lean your back against the door, and give him a big smile.
You can't keep it in anymore.
"Well, Spencer. I think you just might be the luckiest man alive."
"Oh really? Why's that?" He grabs your other hand now too.
"Dinner, dancing, kissing... I think that was a date."
"Well, since that was a date..." A smile grew on his face. "That was the best date I've ever been on."
Your heart is pounding out of your chest. His too.
"Me too." You whisper.
You stare into each others eyes. And a brand new kind of silence embraces you both. You let go of his hand and pull on his collar again, bringing him a few inches from your lips. His hands go to your waist.
You stare at each other again. This time, obvious glances to each others lips. Your faces slowly gravitate towards each other.
Your foreheads touch.
Then your noses.
Then your lips.
A peck at first, but then quickly becoming deeper. Your hands are tightly tugging his collar to pull him even closer into you. His hands are even tighter around your waist to pull you closer to him.
You pull away with your eyes closed and with a big smile. You take in some fresh air and open your eyes. Your heart stops when you open them, and he's already looking at you, like he's hungry. He places his forehead on yours again.
"Holy shit, I can't believe this is happening." You giggle. He does too.
"Me neither." You both close your eyes again. "I've wanted to do that for such a long time."
"Me too." You whisper.
"Can I kiss you again?" He asks.
You answer by kissing him. Deeper and harder than before. Nothing but smiles each time his and your lips part. His hand travels up your body, to the side of your chin and neck. With the other still firmly against your waist. Both you and Spencer's breathing gets heavier. A mmm escapes your lips. Which sends an excited chill through Spencer's body.
You both pull away not being able to say anything for a bit. Your chests rising and falling rapidly as you try to catch your breathes.
"Spencer." You say between breaths.
"Y/n."
"I'm gonna ask you something, okay? But just let me finish before you answer. Okay?"
"Okay."
"I'm gonna ask if you want to come inside." You say with a shaky voice. "But... I think I should tell you... I have feelings for you. I have... deep, strong, feelings." Spencer doesn't break the intense stare he is giving you. You ramble on. "And if something were to happen in there, it would mean a lot more to me than just one night. I'd want something more than just that. I'd want you. Like, in a relationship, or whatever." You swallow the lump in your throat. Your pace quickens. "And if you don't feel the same way, that's totally okay. I'll be happy looking back on this night as a fun, spontaneous thing, you know? I'll be okay. And I'd wanna still be friends." Tears start to build in your eyes and you can feel your throat get heavier. "But I can't go any further if you don't feel the same way. Because if that happens... It's more than just a fun, spontaneous thing for me. It's... everything. So when I ask you to come inside, you can only say yes if you feel the same. Okay?"
You let out a big sigh. "Do you wanna come in?"
"Y/n, I...." Spencer closely studies your face. He gently wipes a tear that had fallen down your cheek. He takes your hand and places it over his chest. You can feel his heart beating rapidly.
"I love you." He says. "I wanna be with you... even if nothing else happens. I just want you. I always have. There's nothing I want more than just you. I love you."
"I love you too."
You smile and let out a breath of relief. Your lips and bodies embrace each other once again. You open the door, and he follows you inside.
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I've been working on this for an embarrassing amount of time, but i finally mustered the courage to post it! this a gift for @galvanizedfriend , my favorite autor, moot, and dare I say friend, on tumblr! Yokan, I'll never stop saying that your fictions are the only thing keeping me sane at the moment, and they've always been a tiny lantern during some tough periods of my life. I really hope you'll like this little Drabble about Kleve 🙏
DISCLAIMERS: Eve is NOT my character, she's from Yokan's series The Wolf ! also, this is my first time ever writing a fan fiction, and English is not my native language, so please, have mercy.
maybe there's a god, after all.
That's the thought that has been crossing Klaus' mind for sixteen years ,every single time he looked at his little girl.
After his experience with Marcel, Klaus has realized that raising a child into his own reflection is not a smart move. In fact, if Eve had turned out like her father, it would've been the very end of the whole human - and inhuman - species. Luckily for everyone, his beautiful princess is essentially the mini version of the only woman who shares the custody of his immortal heart with her: Caroline.
They couldn't be more similar if they tried. Like mother, like daughter.
If it wasn't for some specific.details that Eve couldn't have taken from anyone but him, Klaus thinks that people would start questioning if Caroline made Eve by herself, without the contribution that is usually required to create another living creature.
Even if he's quite proud – and grateful — about how Eve's turned out just like her magnificent mother, Klaus can't help but smile when he witness the appearance of one those details he mentioned before: the fondness for art, the passion for swords duels — a voice in the back of his mind reminds him of something Caroline said about this specific factor, "it's called fencing, Klaus. You don't need to kill your opponent anymore to prove your victory." or something along those lines — the constant presence of dark humor and sarcasm in any of her conversations, and her gigantic, stormy blue eyes that are accompanied by a pair of dimples and a wicked little smile whenever she got something on her mind.
That, is all him.
Something that Eve clearly hasn't taken from him though, is her way of showing emotions. Just like his wife, Eve wears her emotions like a second skin, which leads to her being a terrible liar. If she's happy, then the room will light up as soon as she enters it, and everyone can't help but be drawn to her joyful behavior. On the other end, if she's feeling sad, angry, or any other kind of negative emotion, then... Well, she would keep her mouth shut and open it just to make salty remarks, keeping an annoyed — yet adorable, if you ask him — little pout on her face.
That's how Klaus knows that something is wrong.
As soon as he sets foot in the compound, he's greeted by a very common view: Freya and Eve, sitting around the table of the living room, reading and chanting spells.
Normally, Klaus would walk towards them just to make them aware of his presence and to steal a kiss on his daughter's cheek as a brief salute, but he soon realizes that Freya is the only one writing down something in witch gibberish, while Eve is just quietly looking at her aunt, with a frowned expression all over her face.
His little wolf is so caught up on Freya's doing that she doesn't notice him until he's behind her, trying to understand what kind of spell his sister is casting, with a hand gently touching her shoulder. Eve tenses up at the touch, turning her head to look at him almost as fast as a regular vampire. As soon as she sees him though, she relaxes a little bit, offering him a tight lipped smile.
"Hey, Daddy," she says, voice so quiet and hoarse that he probably wouldn't have heard her if it wasn't for his vampirism. " 'm sorry, didn't hear you coming in."
Hearing Eve talking with such a tired and low tone makes his heart explode with concern. She's pure sunshine, hisdaughter, this cloud of negativity does not belong to her. Nonetheless, he tries to mask his thoughts with a tight lipped smile, looking down at Eve, "Don't worry, sweetheart," He says, moving his eyes to his sister, who hasn't left hers from the grimoires spread around the table even as he introduced himself, "Freya, care to explain what's happening or do I have to guess?" He asks with a tone that indicates nothing but irritation.
Freya finally looks up, if only to send him a not-so-friendly glare, but before she can snap right back at him, Eve takes word, looking at him like she's about to have a nervous breakdown "Apparently, I'm on house arrest until the Jury," she indicates Freya with her eyes, before turning her attention back to him, "tells me otherwise." She concludes, and the exasperation of her tone is almost touchable.
Klaus arches his brows in confusion, his gaze switching between Eve and Freya, as to ask for one of them to elaborate what he just heard.
It's Freya the one that, with a sigh, steps in. "Some witches have been messing around with a kind of magic way too difficult for them to understand, leading to an imbalance that covers all New Orleans." She explains, rubbing her hands on her temples. "Long story short: right now, every witch in New Orleans is having trouble controlling their magic, especially the younger ones like Eve. In addition, being the tribid gives her an enormous amount of power which is hard to control on a good day, so it's better if we keep her under control, in a limited and safe space."
Eve rolls her eyes as soon as Freya concludes, shifting her position to show him the magic-restraining bracelet on her wrist. "I haven't seen this freaking bracelet in years. I thought I was finally free, but no, some dumbass witch thought it was a good idea to mess with something way too big for them to understand, turning me into a fu-"
"Language." Both Klaus and Freya interrupts her, giving Eve a warning look.
she glares at both of them, visibly annoyed.
Christ, Klaus thinks, he's losing points as the cool parent.
"turning me into a freaking bomb." she grumbles, looking down at the pages of the grimoires.
Klaus takes a long sigh, pulling out his phone from his pocket to send a message to Caroline and the rest of the family. It takes all of his willpower to not storm out and look for this gang of inconsiderate witches, accompanied by nothing but his fury, showing them the treatment that is reserved specifically to the ones that put his daughter in a bad mood, but he recognized the fact that this situation is already unsteady, and there is no space for his impulsiveness, yet.
"Dad?" Eve says, looking at him with an arched eyebrow, like she's expecting something from him. "Are you still here? You haven't threatened anyone since you heard of this, and it's more concerning than a bunch of low-level witches messing around." She concludes.
Well, the sarcastic remarks are only funny when they're not directed at him.
"Trust me, Eve, I have lots to say, but none of it is appropriate in the presence of a child." he retorts, switching his attention back to Freya. "I've sent a message to Caroline and to our siblings, they should all be here in about 40 minutes."
Freya simply nods, gathering all the magic stuff from the table. "I'll call Vincent." she stands up, giving a kiss on Eve's head. "I'm pretty sure he's more informed than us at the moment. Besides, another witch would be helpful."
"what am I? a ghost?!" Eve snaps when Freya disappears in her own bedroom. "I can't use magic, I'm on house arrest, this handcuff is back around my wrist and I haven't even had my daily bignets!" she explains desperately, curling on herself, resting her chin and arms over her knees.
Klaus can't help the low chuckles coming out of his mouth, something that earns him a dirty look from his little wolf.
"I'm glad you find my misery amusing. Father of the year, really." Eve says, enunciating her pout even more.
"Not at all, sweetheart. To be completely honest, I would love nothing more than to go fetch those witches myself and show them what happens when someone dares to upset my daughter," Eve promptly rolls his eyes at that, but he sees how she's trying to bite back a smile.
"However, Your mother would eviscerate me if my impulsiveness took place in a delicate situation such as this one."
"Then what do we do while waiting for mom to come home?" Eve says, and truth to be told, patience has never been a strong suits of her.
"Well, I did get that new painting set you've mentioned lately." He says with a grin, observing how Eve's pout changes to a wide smile between record time.
"The pink one?"
"Do you even have to ask?"
"You're the best!" she chirps, jumping from her chair to wrap her arms around his waist, the bad mood evaporating completely from her body. Klaus can't help but smile when he looks down at his daughter, holding her close to him. Oh, how he wishes time would stop, just to remain like this for at least a decade, with his little girl safe, sound and happy in his arms, where no bad intentions can reach her.
"Come on, sweetheart," He says, grabbing her hands "let's see if those colors actually blend on their own." he concludes with a wink, leading her towards the art studio. He knows this happiness is going to be short-lived, but the least he can do is to keep Eve's mind occupied, distracting her from the stress of this situation. As he enters the room, Klaus notices that he's running out of dark red acrylic.
Well, it appears those witches are going to be useful, after all.
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