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flowerhrt · 1 year

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crave | daisy jones.

pairing: daisy jones x fem!reader

summary: daisy looks back on her life and your relationship after finally getting to marry you.

warnings: mentions of overdose, alcohol consumption, mentions of a past addiction, niccolo argento (his name deserves a warning).

a/n: daisy is a lesbian but the reader's sexuality isn't specified. i used the dates and ages from the book.

word count: 2.3k

the clock read 2:48 am when daisy finished writing her new song. most people would think she was crazy for staying up all night the day after her wedding, but she had never been this inspired before.

daisy jones got married to her wife y/n l/n on july 17, 2015. a month after same-sex marriage was legalized across the united states and the same date which marked her 36 year anniversary of being clean. her life changed on that date in 1979, and she wanted to celebrate it by getting married that exact same day and month.

she never thought this was possible. being able to get married to the love of her life, coming out to the entire world, and most importantly, still being alive at 64 years old. she didn’t think she’d ever make it past 30.

“daisy, aren’t you tired? it’s almost 3 am.” the singer looked up from her place on the couch at the sound of her wife’s voice. my wife, she smiled at the thought.

“i’m fine, my angel. i just had to finish writing this idea for a song i’ve had stuck in my head all day.” she answered. “so you were thinking about music during our ceremony? ouch.” y/n said, placing a hand on her chest, feigning hurt.

“oh, stop it!” daisy couldn’t help but giggle at her wife’s words. “you know i didn’t mean it like that. i meant that you inspired me to write a new song. i know, this isn’t news to you, but i could write an entire song about you eating a damn sandwich. you’re my favorite person to write about.”

“what? i thought that was billy dunne.” daisy laughed at the statement, not before sticking out her tongue at her. that was one of the singer’s favorite things about y/n, the fact that even though both of them were well into their sixties, they still acted like two lovesick women in their twenties.

y/n stayed quiet for a little while after that, just lovingly staring at her. the intense but loving stare made daisy feel nervous, not in a bad way, of course. it made her feel the same knot in the stomach she felt when they met for the first time. it was love. she was feeling love.

“what is it?” she asked, her face beginning to flush the way it always does whenever her wife, the most beautiful person alive, according to the redhead, looks intensely at her.

“nothing” y/n answered. “it’s just that seeing you write at 3:00 am is taking me back to all those years ago.”

daisy let out a soft sigh at the memory of their first years together. when y/n would wake up in the middle of the night to find daisy sitting on the floor, guitar in hand, scribbling new lyrics she had just come up with. it was as if she had traveled back in time, after all, both of them have been in this situation lots of times, but she swore it felt as if they were back in the 70s again.

“well, to make you even more nostalgic, the song i wrote is about that. not about me ruining your sleep schedule, but about missing those times.” she slowly strummed her guitar. “is it okay if i sing it to you?”

her wife took a seat next to the singer and placed a red lock of hair behind daisy’s ear. “it is more than okay, unless it makes me cry, because if that’s the case… then it is not.”

daisy pecked y/n’s lips and answered with a quick “no promises!” before taking a deep breath and starting to sing.

i can’t wait to memorize this day

oh, a picture could not contain the way it feels

she smiled as she sang those lyrics. it’s true, she thinks. this is probably the happiest she has ever been, she used to believe people were faking it when they said their wedding day was the best day of their lives, but it turns out they were right. maybe the reason she didn’t believe it is because her last marriage was the worst period of her life.

sure, she married an italian prince. but was she happy? fuck no. she only did it to find a way out of the hole she dug for herself during the recording of aurora. when she wanted to feel special. when she was only drawn to niccolo argento because he was drawn to her. when her addiction was taking over her life. when she didn’t know it was fine to fall in love with women.

you say, "live in the present"

i'm already dreaming of how it begins

when she was little, she always dreamed of having a big wedding with a rich, respectful man. she used to think that was the only way she’d finally get her parents to be proud of her. it took a lot of therapy and self-acceptance for her to finally let go of that dream. she decided she was going to marry for herself and the woman she loved, not her parents.

the singer was so happy she couldn’t stop crying when it was announced she could finally get legally married to her long-term girlfriend. it may have taken over 30 years, but she was finally married to the love of her life.

and trying to savor the moment

but i know the feeling will come to an end

this is a problem daisy has always dealt with, being scared of people leaving and using her. she was a teenager the first time an older man dragged her into his room and made her have sex with him, he used her and then told her to leave. it’s a pattern she grew used to. get used and then abandoned. it was a shock when she met y/n and realized she actually cared about her, about what she thought, about what she had to say, about her music.

y/n always reassured her she would never leave, even when things got rough, she always stood by her side. daisy tried to self-sabotage herself several times, always thinking about how she wasn’t worth the love she was getting, but even through all of that, her wife never abandoned her. never used her. never judged her.

so i crave, crave to do it again, all again

crave, crave, to do it again

it was difficult, it really was. being part of the biggest band in the world and being a woman dating another woman was frightening. but looking back on it now, if she knew all that fear would turn into happiness and she’d end up marrying y/n, she would do it all over again.

just for a second it all felt simple

i'm already missing it

despite all of the fear, a part of her enjoyed the simplicity of their first years together. when they would meet up in hidden places to make out or when they would book hotel rooms adjacent to each other, just to end up sneaking in the middle of the night into the other’s room and sharing a bed. she misses the adrenaline of keeping their relationship a secret, of always having to come up with an excuse during interviews as to why she isn’t dating any famous man.

daisy couldn’t give less of shit about them. the thought of dating a man made her skin crawl. plus, she was dating the most perfect woman alive, how could they think she’d ever look at someone else?

so i crave, crave to do it again, all again.

daisy almost stopped singing at the sight of her wife in front of her. the singer could tell she was trying to fight back tears, she was about to put her guitar down but she knew y/n would get mad at her for stopping. she always tells her to “never stop singing, not even when you see me crying and being a mess. because i’ll cry more if you stop doing what you love.”

so she continued.

i romanticize even the worst of times

when all it took to make me cry was being alive

daisy hit rock bottom a year before meeting y/n. her life was a mess, her addiction kept getting worse, her ex-husband was a fucking douchebag who didn’t care if she overdosed while on tour, her parents didn’t give her a single thought, and she was trying to understand why she didn’t feel anything towards men but kept wanting the same type of relationship simone had with her girlfriend.

she wouldn’t go a day without crying or downing an entire bottle of alcohol. it was the worst time of her life, but for some reason she looks back on it fondly. her years of therapy, meditation and healing helped her realize she wouldn’t have the life she currently has if she hadn’t survived those times.

look up and see a reflection

of someone who never gave way to the pain

daisy looked around their house as she sang those lyrics. their home. it has some plants sitting in the living room, a few framed photos of the band, of her and simone, and of her and y/n placed around the walls. they made sure to leave some space for their wedding photos. she still couldn’t believe it. she lives in a beautiful home with her wife, and the world supports them. they don’t hate them or are repulsed by the thought of them being gay.

after all, the world could never hate daisy jones.

what if i told 'em that now that i'm older

there isn't a moment that i'd wanna change?

she thought she was going to break down crying halfway through their wedding ceremony. it’s fucking crazy how far life got her, she went from hiding her sexuality to inviting all of her friends to see them get married. the years have passed and they’re all old now, but the six and simone are still her best friends, seeing all of them together, celebrating their love, made her feel like the luckiest person alive.

now i crave, crave to do it again, all again

crave, crave to do it again

just for a second it, all felt simple

i'm already missing it

so i crave, crave to do it again, all again

y/n l/n and daisy jones came out in 1997. it was all over the news, they revealed they’ve been dating since 1977, making it 20 years of keeping their relationship a secret. the only ones who knew about it were their close friends and some of y/n’s family members. the couple were rumoured to just be best friends who live together, but the two of them got tired of having to hide from the world.

any second, feel the present

future and the past connecting

any second, feel the present

future and the past connecting

daisy closed her eyes as she remembered the day she first met her wife. it was 1977 and she was at simone’s after-show party, she had just recently come out as a lesbian to her best friend, and simone thought it would be nice to have her meet some new people. both her and y/n were closeted during that time, but that didn’t mean y/n wasn’t dating anyone previously. daisy noticed her from afar and thought she was the most breathtaking woman she had ever seen, something she still thinks to this day, and decided to walk up to her. she didn’t know if she was gay too, so she made sure to only make small talk with the girl.

they were talking about their favorite records when a random girl daisy had never seen before pulled y/n towards her. she saw them having an argument and how the girl kept touching y/n’s arm, something that would make y/n turn her head to see if anyone had noticed. they had a heated conversation until the girl decided to storm out and leave y/n alone.

when she got back to daisy and anxiously said “i know you saw us, it’s not what you think.” daisy made sure to make her feel better by saying “all i think is that you’re way too cool for that chick.. and i know a thing or two about not being with the right girl.”

in that moment, a small understanding passed between them. they only gave each other a small smile before continuing their conversation about music.

crave, crave to do it again, all again

crave, crave to do it again,

just for a second, it all felt simple

i'm already missing it

so i crave, crave to do it again, all again

daisy finished singing and rapidly put her guitar down to be able to give her wife a hug. she loved her so much, she was so thankful for her existence and life together. sometimes she still wonders what would’ve happened if she had never gone up to her that night in 1977.

daisy broke the hug and looked into her eyes. “i would tell you i love you so much” y/n started

“but…” daisy interrupted.

“but you made me cry and that’s not fair.” her wife continued. the singer playfully rolled her eyes at the sentence. “i did tell you i didn’t promise anything.” she argued.

“but fine, is there anything i can do to make you feel better?” daisy asked. y/n hummed and acted as if she was in deep thought before saying “a kiss from my wife would make anything better.”

daisy answered with a “who am i to say no to my favorite girl?”

and kissed her wife.

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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criminal.

you met a woman from a penpal website and began to form a relationship with her, until you suddenly got comfortable with her and began to share fantasies that she had also dreamt of.

pairings | prisoner!dark!natasha x fem!reader

warnings | 18+ MINORS DNI! online talking, prisoner!natasha, dirty talking (online), rough sex on the couch, strap-on (used), pet names, dark!natasha, and daddy kink.

word count | 3.5k

notes | this was anon requested and i hope this satisfies you, nonnon! i’m so sorry if it’s too late :( i am doing my best to get all of your requests. enjoy though!

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When I heard of this website called Pen Pal from my friends, I was sketched up. I wasn’t the type of person who would message someone from the internet–let alone a stranger who could break into your house if they had your address. You can’t trust the internet these days. The only reason why I know this website is because of the lack of relationships that I have never gone through in my life. Although I did have a few crushes, they liked me back, but eventually, it turned into nothing like a cloud of dust. Did I want to be in a relationship? Sure, sometimes.

Okay maybe.

Anyway, I was scanning through the website and saw some of the inmates who seemed desperate as I was. These people, specifically women, wouldn’t pass my age. That didn’t matter though, I’d still like anyone even though they weren’t my age. No one caught my interest, especially with their boring information about themselves. Looking for a babe, I want someone who could send me nudes, if you got tits then ur good. This is the information that I don’t need, they are too forward. If you want to speak eloquently about railing someone, you might as well do it in the second stage of dating.

Until I see a profile that did catch my interest. Natasha Romanoff, 36 years old. “I like making new friends.”

She’s a real eye-catcher.

And, she’s not your typical American, she looked too European to be American. Perhaps she was Russian and possibly was born from there, unless I may have assumed it in a wrong way. I decided to click on her profile and gave her a small greeting message.

Me: hey! :D

I didn’t wait much for her reply since I had Calculus homework that I had to do, so I grabbed my pencil and went back to studying. It was almost midnight when she replied, and I was tireless when I received her message.

NatsRomanoff: Hey there :) what suddenly brings you here?

What suddenly brings you here, I thought as I read that message. I could say: nothing much, I just want to say you’re really pretty or I want you to lick my neck with your devilish tongue so that I could be compelled to you. Although the second option was too forward, too soon. I decided to type something else.

Me: my friends told me about this website, idk why. i think it’s because they think i’m pretty lonely, plus it’s also fun. as they said.

NatsRomanoff: Hahaha, that seems cute. I hope the people here doesn’t scare you off unless you’re only talking to one person.

Me: i only plan to talk to one person and hopefully that’s you

NatsRomanoff: You must be adorable, what’s your name?

Should I give her a piece of information about myself? Would it be risky enough to say my name and let her rattle all over me? Or would I not let her in and continue on with my basic life? Yes, basic. My life in the outside world isn’t as fun as it seems. I go to school, learn a few things, have my piano lessons, and come back home with a gaunt look on my face that wasn’t too inviting. Go on, tell her! My head won’t stop telling me to do so, my fingers are on the keyboard as I try to think of any other names that I would use.

Me: Y/N. you?

NatsRomanoff: Pretty name :) Natasha, even though you can see that in my bio.

Me: sorry. i was trying to be formal lol

NatsRomanoff: What’s your sexuality? I don’t want to assume that you’re a girl or a boy, or neither.

Me: i’m a girl!

NatsRomanoff: Cute :) so can I call you a pretty girl then?

I try my hardest not to form a smile or a significant sparkling feeling inside of me as I know that I could fall for someone on the internet in less than a month. But heck, I blushed hard.

Me: yes, why not haha

NatsRomanoff: :)) how old are you, pretty girl?

Me: I’m nineteen, almost twenty in two months!

NatsRomanoff: That’s cute, really adorable I’m gonna be honest. You don’t mind talking to someone older, yeah?

I put my laptop away for a short minute and thought long and hard about our age difference. We were seventeen years apart, she’s almost two decades older than me and I have this sort of romanticization of being with older people. They bring so much comfort to you that you ought to believe that they will always protect you and be more mature than you are, so that’s probably the reason why I love being in that type of situation in the first place. Though, I could never be in one. My parents would kill me.

But they aren’t here, so…

Me: not at all. :)

NatsRomanoff: I’d ask if you could send me a photo of you, but you can’t do that here.

Me: Well, when do you get out of prison?

NatsRomanoff: Two years, pretty girl. Why? Care to visit a poor old woman like me? :)

Me: aren’t we friends?

NatsRomanoff: Of course, we are. I’d like to see you someday, hoping you wouldn’t run off.

Me: why would you say that? lol

NatsRomanoff: Aren’t you scared that I’m some old woman who is a prisoner? You don’t know my crimes.

Me: do you want to tell them to me?

NatsRomanoff: I’d keep it a secret for now :) but, I’d like to see you someday. Anyway, I have to go. Can I talk to you again tomorrow? Pretty girl? :(

The real deal question was: why wasn’t I scared? Why was I willing enough to give myself to a prisoner? I wouldn’t know what she has done, I wouldn’t know anything about her. But she seemed so kind enough that she doesn’t give me the peevish and creepy vibes that I’d always feel when it comes to other people–especially her age. I bit my inner cheek and thought about what to type with her calling me a pretty girl. Referring to me as one even though I hardly believe in such a name like that.

Me: of course, tasha! goodnight :)

NatsRomanoff: Goodnight, pretty girl.

—

The next few days went pretty smoothly and ambling. It felt like I was in this word heaven as I called it whenever I would be talking to Natasha. Perhaps paradise would be a fitting term for our messages. My friends knew about Natasha, they even told me to flirt a little. But I gave them a hint that I wasn’t ready for anything like that, knowing what they were trying to tell me. Natasha knew a few facts about me that I told her a few days ago. And she gave me small pieces of information about her too, which made me admire her more. Before she got arrested, she was working at a bar and would spend her quality time at the library, telling me that she had a spot that is now taken by everyone else. I told her that I also like reading and that’s how we mostly connect; we send each other book recommendations. Apparently, she likes The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, she said the book reminded me of her–even though that was a little confusing on why. I told her about the book called The Price of Salt because of my age difference with Natasha. She said she had read that one, and we both laughed about it.

NatsRomanoff: You seem like such a smart girl for your age :) What school are you going to?

I read her message, again and again, thinking if I should tell her what school I’m attending. My friends told me not to give any information that would lead to my address, but it’s Natasha, right? She wouldn’t hurt me, even though I’d only known her for five days. Plus, she constantly reminds me that I don’t have to say anything that would offend me.

Me: columbia University, i have a scholarship. :)

NatsRomanoff: You must be academically inclined then :) Love smart girls like you.

Me: lol what does that mean?

NatsRomanoff: I’m sure you know what I’m trying to say.

No, I don’t know what she’s trying to imply–does that make me feel stupid?

Me: anyway, i have to do some reading before i go to bed :(

NatsRomanoff: Aw, come on :( I want to talk to you some more, stay here baby.

I almost threw my laptop in the air as I read that word. Baby, I thought with a whimsical smile on my face. She’s getting into me. I imagine her being in my bed right at this moment, her hand on my knee as she tells me so many stories about herself before her life in prison. Touch me, Natasha. Put your hand on my core, massage it and tell me how much I can be yours. Whisper into my ear and tell me that I’m the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen, that you have to eat. That lewd thought quickly went away when I received another message from her.

NatsRomanoff: Can I call you baby?

Me: of course, you can.

NatsRomanoff: Good. I love us being friends, I haven’t talked to anyone like this in such a long time. I understand if you’re tired, I’ll message you soon. Goodnight, baby girl :)

—

Days have turned into weeks, weeks have turned into months, and I’ve caught myself falling in love with Natasha Romanoff, not knowing her criminal record or her basic life. Just a small fact about herself that she rarely tells me since she stated that she’s more interested in my life than hers. I didn’t mind, it’s not like I could ask her again, but it did get me wondering why on earth she wasn’t telling me in the first place?

I was lying down on my couch with a book sprawled all over my face, just like how I’d be in bed whenever I think about Natasha. We’ve said some dirty text to each other, but not in a way that we tell our fantasies to one another. I like to imagine a lot, it’s like I make them into my own little world and I drag her through it–let her know what I like and don’t like. I’ve never told anyone about my fantasy, nor hers. I guess we were practically the same people.

NatsRomanoff: I have something to tell you, but promise you won’t freak out.

Why would I freak out? Is she going to say something intense that would scare me off? There’s nothing that could scare me off when it’s only from her, or maybe that’s how submissive and giving I am.

Me: shoot.

NatsRomanoff: I have this fantasy of breaking into your house and watching you sleep. If not asleep, then you’d be standing there with a frightened look on your face. I would touch you without your consent and quiet you down since you’re a bad kitty. Is it okay if I say I want to touch you without your permission? How about if I slip my fingers inside of you without your permission? Would you still allow me? Just tell me to back off, I obviously won’t do anything if you say no. Think of it as a kink.

I felt myself beginning to get wet as I read through the whole message from her. She makes my body tremble with the need for her touch, how much I crave for her fingers or her tongue to lather up all over my skin. My face began to heat up like a kettle, my toes were curling against the sheets, and my hands were sweating as well as my forehead. I wanted what she wanted, I fantasized about it long before she did. Unless she has done it first, I wouldn’t really care. The fact that we share the same thought probably meant how much we are connected. I typed fast and sent it, moaning quietly with the raging thought of her breaking into my house with a threatening look on her face.

Me: that’s really hot, tash…

NatsRomanoff: Do you want that to happen, little girl?

Call me that again, call me your little girl, Natasha. I promise that I can be good to you, I’ll suck your thumb for you and kiss your neck, I’ll let you open me up and take me until I’m bursting into tears, you only know how to make my world shatter. You know.

Me: yes.

NatsRomanoff: Call me Daddy, baby.

Me: Daddy.

NatsRomanoff: You love Daddy?

Me: yes.

NatsRomanoff: I have a strap-on in my cell, did you know that? Before you, I’d fuck girls with it. And now whenever I see that toy, I just want to use it on you so badly. I bet your pussy is tight, are you a virgin?

To her disappointment, I wasn’t. I’ve had sex with a girl twice, but it wasn’t as good as I thought it would be. Losing your virginity should be special, and it wasn’t. As much as I want to say it felt nice, it’s not as good as I thought it would be. Or maybe, I was expecting an older person willing to take me instead. Could that be Natasha when she comes out in two years? I can’t wait any longer, I could feel my legs opening up for her.

Me: i’ve had sex before :( is that okay with you?

NatsRomanoff: That’s okay baby. I’m a little disappointed that you’ve had sex, but it’s alright. Promise me no one else will touch your pussy except me. Promise me.

Me: i promise.

NatsRomanoff: I love you, little girl. Can’t wait to see you.

That was her final message before she went offline, and it made my eyes quirk in confusion. Can’t wait to see you. Was there a possible chance that she escaped from prison and broke into my home, fulfilling our fantasies of one another? Couldn’t be true, she wouldn’t do such a thing.

I decided to close my laptop and turned off my lamp, my body shifting against the mattress while I had my legs pressed hard against each other–shamefully trying to get some friction that would make me think of her lewdly once more as my nipples started to perk with the chill thought.

—

I tried texting Natasha over and over again for a whole week, but she never responded. It took me time to realize that maybe she has met someone else who was willing to give themselves to her, to be much more open when it comes to sex. Was it because I was not a virgin? Did she shame me for that? Or maybe, just maybe, she has escaped prison and is finding my location?

Stupid, stupid thoughts. She wouldn’t know my location, but I’ve given her a hint now since I went to Columbia University. It’s not that I was frightened, maybe a little, but it was because I don’t know anything much about her that she’s capable enough to hurt me.

I tried surpassing the thought and went back home soundly with my keys jangling on my bag, it was attached to the metal zipper. Except that, the door was unlocked, which gave me a thought of someone breaking in. Could it be Natasha? Was she fulfilling the fantasies that we’ve created together? I shook my head and walked to the apartment–getting a different feeling from the atmosphere. Everything seemed normal, perhaps I might’ve forgotten to lock my home. I dropped my schoolbag on the ground and removed my jacket, the hair on my skin getting sensitive because of the cold mystic air from the outside of my window. I turned around and almost stumbled on the couch when suddenly I saw a figure who was standing in front of me, I didn’t know who it was.

“What the fuck?!” I exclaimed, stepping away from the redhead woman–who’s honestly very daunting–as I tried to find a piece of glass or any object that would be my self-defense. Instead, she gives me an evil smirk and wraps her free arm around my neck, pulling me close to her until I realize who this person was.

This was, in fact, Natasha Romanoff. She has escaped prison.

I didn’t even give her my address.

“Shh,” she coos over and over again, cupping my face tightly. I do admit I was trying to free myself from her, but she was so strong. “You’re so beautiful in real life, and so tiny. C’mere, don’t be scared. It’s me, Natasha, why are you trying to fret me?”

“L-Let me go!” I said, kicking off my feet.

“Shh, stop baby stop…”

“No!” I screamed kicking my feet again, my hands trying to push her chest. But God forbid, she was undeniably strong. Her arms were wrapped around my torso like it was a life sentence, I kept screaming until I felt her hand smack against my left cheek–making me whimper aloud.

“If you scream again,” she breathes heavily and nips on my earlobe so that I could feel her warm breath–my core is beginning to pool with wetness. “I will cut your tongue out. You better stay fucking quiet.”

She never let go of my body and instead, kissed me hard on the lips. It felt consensual since I let her do it, and I almost melted from the kiss that I wasn’t expecting from her. Her mouth felt warm and cooled my lips, and I realized how we were both famished for our lips to touch. I never thought about it happening this way, though it felt romantic and incredibly arousing as she kisses my lips hard and passionate. I was desperate for her not to pull away, but she did with a pant.

“Gonna fulfill that fantasy we both wanted,” she whispers with a low grunt, pushing me to the couch while unbuckling her belt. “I have my fat cock with me, and I know how much you’re going to like it. So better yet open your legs and show me that pretty pussy of yours.”

I did not waste time removing my pants and snapping my legs together as the air hit my wet cunt. She sees the action and furrows her eyebrows, her hands in between my knees as she pushes them away, departing if you have a deeper term. Her eyes were so dark that you couldn’t see much green in them and her mouth was foaming when my bare cunt was shown, my clit beating hard.

“Gonna give yourself to me, m’kay? Gonna fucking ruin this hole until you’re mine. In fact, I’ll have to hurt you if you disobey me. Might as well break your legs so that you could never run off from me, understood?”

“But–”

A sharp slap made contact with my inner thigh as I gasped out in pain, mostly pleasure. She watches my lips being bitten by me and almost wanted her dildo pressed against my mouth, slithering herself in until she fucks my mouth as if it was the gaping hole of my vagina. I was ready–so ready–to submit myself to her, to make her smack me until I bled. I wanted her to do everything she wanted, let alone if she had to take me in the ass. I stare at her and notice how hungry she was for my pussy, please just fuck me.

She pulls down her pants and I see a dark purple dildo that looked insanely big for my preferred size. I looked at her with horror but she was smiling down at me, meaningless to say I have no way out. She brings the tip to my entrance and thrusts inside of me with one go, my mouth screaming in pain and pleasure. In an instant, my hand was around her neck and I felt her mouth kissing mine again–though this one was a sloppier one.

“Fuck,” she murmurs more to herself, enjoying the sight of her cock fully inside of my cunt. “Look at you, taking a prisoner’s dick. Ya like that, don’t you baby? Want me to fuck you on this couch?”

I nodded.

She snaps her hips into me, making the couch squeak with how forceful it was. I was moaning with each thrust, my chest burning up at how fast the pace was going–I couldn’t take it, she was so big. Yet, I didn’t care. I wanted her to do this to me, I wanted her to take me until I’ve become such a slut for her that everyone would know who I belonged to. She buries her face into the crook of my neck as I hear her let out a whiny moan.

“Oh, baby! Mmph, you fucking feel so good…” she pushes my hair away from my face to take a better look at me, and she chuckles. Fucking chuckles. “You are a slut, aren’t you? Tell me you’re my whore baby, come on–tell Daddy.”

“I-I’m–” my breath hitches as I felt my breasts bouncing up and down with the speed of her shallow thrusts. I’ve grown wetter than I imagined. “I’m your whore, Daddy…”

“Daddy is crazy ‘bout you,” she sniffs into my neck heavily that I practically heard it. “Gonna make this pussy mine. I’ll make sure of it.”

this was insanely hot for me i’m sorry

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fanfic #dark natasha #black widow x reader #black widow x you #natasha romanoff fic #prisoner!natasha #a's oneshots!

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rorygillmore911 · 7 months

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Unsub Bait

(The team needs y/n to go under cover and spencer is worried about y/ns safety)

“Here’s an overview of the first phase of the operation: (Y/N) will go undercover as a college student at Yale. She’ll get acquainted with the unsub at Speakeasy, the New Haven bar where he assesses potential victims. We’ll apprehend him in the act of attempted kidnapping.” Hotchner listed for the team.

You’d played unsub lure almost a comical number of times. Once? That’s a once in a million task required to capture a once in a million unsub. Twice? You’d only have two nickels, but it’s weird that it happened twice, right? But four times?

You’d already joked to Hotch that you should add “professional unsub bait” to your resume.

It would’ve been more comical if it wasn’t so scary.

You took a deep breath as you stared at the photos of the victims on the mahogany conference room table. Melissa Grey. Audrey Bernstein. Alivia Johnson. You could see your 21-year-old self in their eyes. You remember being so young and full of anxiety; you were near graduating from MIT. You couldn’t sleep at night from worrying if you had already lived up to your potential and would spend the rest of your years a washed up gifted kid– an academic has–been. After graduation, you proved to yourself your worth.

The college juniors in the photographs had their lives cut short by the unsub before they had the opportunity to find out what amazing places their brilliant minds could take them. You were about to allow said unsub to nearly kidnap you.

That is, if you didn’t blow your cover. Then, he would hold you hostage or attempt to kill you as soon as possible by skipping his usual "kidnap and torture" routine.

Rationally, you knew your field experience more than prepared you for this task. Also, you knew your team had your back. They always kept you safe and healthy. The one time you were put at serious risk, you had to fight to be left alone after the case closed. But, you’re not sure if all the facts in the world could adequately calm your adrenal glands.

“Is this necessary?” Spencer suddenly interjected.

You turned to Spencer in surprise. “It’s the quickest way. We have twenty-four hours,” You said.

The unsub had a pattern; a girl was dying once every two weeks, and, when the the local and Connecticut police force combined failed to contain the situation, the BAU was brought into the case 36 hours before the next killing. With his eidetic memory, you were certain Spencer couldn't forget the time restraints if he tried, hence why you were stunned by his sudden brazenness. However, given Spencer's traumatic relationship history and your budding romance, Spencer's behavior was a lot more likely.

You and Spencer had been dating for a couple weeks. Despite being certain the team had their suspicions, you kept your relationship on the downlow. Strong boundaries were a good thing to keep when your relationship was in its fragile, formative era. Plus, you both agreed it was best to keep a high level of professionalism.

This was the first time Spencer broke protocol.

“I think there’s another way.” Spencer continued. “It’s unsafe and illogical to put anyone’s life into considerable risk if there’s another viable option.”

“Are you implying I’m being rash, Reid?” Hotchner asked with a raised eyebrow.

Usually, Spence would look away and take a breath. He’d at least have the decency to act timid, especially given the fact the entire team pulled multiple all-nighters in an effort to catch this serial killer. Instead, he leveled with Hotchner’s glare and asserted himself further. “I just think we’ve gotten a little too comfy using (Y/N) as an unsub lure. The more we do, the more probable a disaster will occur with her in the line of fire.”

“Spencer,” Morgan cut in gently. There was sympathy in his eyes. “We’ve done this with (Y/N) before. We’re good at reading her. And she knows the drill. We’ll keep her safe.”

“Yes, because that’s something we can certainly guarantee when she’s 3 inches from a serial killer.” Spencer deadpanned.

“Reid. A word.” Without waiting for Spencer’s reaction, Hotch left the meeting room. With a hard look in his eye, Spencer filed after Hotch. You were relieved he was still obedient despite being ornery.

For a few moments, the team sat in silence.

Rossi broke the spell with the scrape of his chair. “Well, I for one, am going to take this impromptu intermission as an opportunity to grab coffee. Any requests?” Rossi asked.

“I’ll take a barbajada.” You joked half-heartedly.

“Very funny, (L/N). Any requests the office Keurig can complete in less than five minutes?”

The team rattled off their go-to office drink orders, but it faded to white noise. During your friendship, Spencer would always care for you when you had to lure the unsub. He’d be more attentive on the jet ride in and out. He’d check in on your mental state directly after the unsub was arrested and always called you once you got home. Once, after the particularly stressful unsub encounter, he sent you links to PTSD articles and even offered to help you schedule an appointment with a specialized therapist through the FBI’s mental health services.

But he’d never once intervened with a plan for you to go undercover. You knew Spencer Reid was nothing if not rational. He knew Hotch valued every member of his team. He knew Hotch would never send you undercover if it wasn’t necessary to stop a killing spree before more young women became statistics.

Therefore, you knew Spencer was thinking about Maeve.

You stood.

“Where you going, Beauty Queen?” Morgan asked.

“Just heading to the restroom.” You lied.

You walked down the hall and crept up the stairs. You tiptoed down the east wing of the second floor to avoid clicking your heels against the concrete.

You crept to the side of Hotch’s office. You pressed your back to the wall.

Hotch said something indecipherable. An angry Reid answered.

“And all I’m saying is, she is not a cat with nine lives! She has one life. One precious life, that I think we’ve been a little too careless with.”

“Reid, you know I would never risk putting (Y/N) in harm’s way if it wasn’t the best course of action. She’s experienced with this. The team is experienced with this.”

A beat of silence passed.

“Promise me that if you have so much as an inkling her life is in danger–”

“We’ll do everything in our power to get her out of there.”

“That’s the thing! ‘Everything in our power…’ It’s not enough. How many times have we told families we did everything we could when all they have left is a body bag?”

Your heart froze. Both of the voices lowered. You could only catch bits and pieces of Hotch’s speech. You were never an eavesdropper, but despite your better nature, you crept around the corner towards the door.

“I know what it’s like to lose someone to an unsub, Spencer. I know how it sticks with you. I know how it changes the job. But you have to trust us– the team. We’re going to protect her. And we’re going to be there for you,” Hotch said.

Spencer sighed. "How did you do it?" Spencer's voice cracked. "After Haley, Hotch? I’m not sure if I can survive this.” He sounded seconds away from tears.

At that moment, you knew you would not sleep comfortably at night if you continued to be a fly on the wall. You tiptoed back down the east wing and waited for Spencer at the bottom of the stairs.

Ten minutes passed before Spencer appeared at the top of the staircase.

“Spencer?” You called.

His hazel eyes were tinged pink. He walked down the stairs nonchalantly. “Hey, um, would you mind if we discussed part of the case file real quick? Privately? It could help, um…” He cleared his throat. “Develop your persona.”

“Yes, of course.”

Spencer didn’t look at you as he power walked down the hall towards the janitorial closets. For the first time since you started dating, he didn’t adjust to your walking pace.

He flung a door open and yanked you inside.

Carelessly, Spencer slammed the door behind you. Before you could get a word in, he pulled you into a bear hug.

“Spencer.” You whispered. “I’m here. I’m okay.”

He nuzzled his nose into your hair.

You stood in the statue of a hug for two minutes.

“I can’t lose you.” Spencer whispered.

“You won’t.”

Spencer pulled away from you. He bent down to look you in the eye. He squeezed your shoulders. His eyes danced with emotion. There was a deep ache, a whirlpool of sadness that you knew a lifetime may never heal. What perplexed you was the hardness that you could only read as anger.

“I…” He sighed. He hung his head. He dragged his palms down the slope of your shoulders to your forearms. It was like he was taking a cast of you with his hands.

“I’m not dead on arrival. I’m still here. I’m coming back on that jet ride home with you. I’m going to be okay.” You reciprocated his shoulder squeeze. “You’re going to be okay.”

Spencer shook his head. “Don’t worry about me.”

“I care about you. It’s a part of the girlfriend package.” Spencer pulled you into another constricting hug.

“I can’t fathom how difficult this must be for you.” You whispered.

Spencer pressed his forehead to yours. “Promise me when you go out there, you won’t worry about me. I want you to only focus on you, your surroundings, and making sure you get out of there.”

“I promise, Spencer.” You said, though you weren’t sure if that would be the truth.

“And one more thing,” He said. His irises were so close to yours you could pick apart the layer of green and brown. “As soon as you feel unsafe, you call someone. If you have any inclination he’s going to overtake you–”

“I call the team.”

He took a step back and ran his hands through his hair. “I know you’re strong. I’m not trying to insult your field work.”

Your heart cracked. “Spencer, love, I know that. I’m so happy you care about me. I just wish this situation hurt you less.”

He dropped his hands to his sides. His brows furrowed. He stared at a random point to the left of your face.

“Can you do something for me? Before we leave?” He asked, still not meeting your gaze.

“What is it, Spence?”

He took a deep breath. He met your eyes again. “Dance with me.”

“What?”

“Dance with me. I…” He inhaled deeply. “I never got to dance with Maeve before she…I barely even got to hold her. I won’t make the same mistake twice.”

You closed the distance between you and Spencer. You cupped his face in your hands, and he instinctively leaned into your touch. His eyes shone with tears. “I’ll dance with you for the rest of my days, Spence.”

He whipped out his phone. He turned on a slow jazz song you played for him last winter on an impromptu hot chocolate date.

Your heart skipped a beat. You could go on that same date again, but it would have a whole new color to it.

He slid his phone onto a cleaning supply shelf. He pulled you to his chest. Your head nestled right beneath his collarbone. You wrapped your arms around his mid back.

You danced, bodies pressed together like puzzle pieces, in silence until the song ended. The symphony of emotions didn’t cease with the final brush of the snare.

Spencer continued swaying with you.

“I’m going to be okay.” You whispered.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “You can’t promise me that.” He held you even tighter. “But I can promise you I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you come home to me.”

#criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader

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moneymoneygreengreen · 4 months

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My first Satosugu fanfic!

so this is an au in there teenage years when they were still going to school together. hope you enjoy!!

“Satoru!” Called a familiar voice. Satoru Gojo, the tall, white haired boy with pale skin and bright blue eyes turned his head to see his best friend, Suguru Geto. The long black haired tall boy was walking towards him while holding hands with a dark blue haired girl with yellow eyes.

When the two had finally reached him, Satoru glanced over at the blue haired girl and rose a brow. Looking confused. “Who the hell is this?” He asked while putting his hands in his pocket.

Suguru Responded, “she’s my new Girlfriend, Kato Jhara.”

Jhara lend out a hand to shake Satoru’s “Hello! Nice to meet you!” She squeaked excitedly.

Satoru still had his eyebrow raised but he didn’t seem confused anymore. He looked the girl up and down before saying, “Damn Suguru, you never told me you were seeing a girl— matter a fact I never knew you TALKED to girls!” He glanced at Suguru.

Suguru chuckled softly and placed a hand behind his neck. “Heh, well we actually only met last month and we knew we really liked each other so we started going out.” He said.

Jhara-Chan leaned against Suguru’s shoulder. “Oh yes, we are totally in love with each other!” She fluttered her eyelashes at him.

Satoru felt a small drop of sweat slid down his face. “Okay, love birds…” he mumbled. He can feel a tiny pang of something in his chest. Was it hurt? Jealousy? A tiny bit of both? Whatever it was he tried pushing it out of his head.

“Well, okay Kato, me and Satoru need to get going to class now,” Suguru slowly lets go of his girlfriend’s hand. “I’ll see you when I get out!”

“okay my long haired prince~!” She called after him as he started to walk away with Satoru.

Satoru cringed a tiny bit at Kato’s farewell to Suguru. Did she always spoke like that…?

///

Later on, when Satoru and Suguru were in class, Satoru couldn’t think straight at all. He kept thinking about Suguru having a girlfriend. (“How long has this girl been dating Suguru? First of all- how /old/ is this girl anyways? She looks more like an adult than a teenager!”)

Suguru glanced over at Satoru. He was fidgeting with his sunglasses and was staring at his desk. (“What on earth is he doing?”) Suguru asked himself. (“Shouldn’t he be listening right now?”)

Satoru’s thoughts continued even after class. he and Suguru were walking down the hallway with their other friend, Shoko Ieri and his thoughts still hadn’t went away yet. (“What dates have Suguru and Kato been on? Have they ever been intimate before? Wait— that’s sorta weird to think about…”) suddenly he hit into something— or someone, it was utahime.

“ouch! Watch where you’re walking nuckle head!” She spat angrily. She stood up and dusted off her clothes before racing past Satoru to hug and kiss Shoko on the cheek. “Hey babe!” She said more sweetly.

Shoko greeted her back by kissing her on the forehead.

Suguru stood next to Satoru on his phone, texting his girlfriend. Satoru looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes. “Texting that same girl aren’t you…?” He grumbled.

Suguru smirked. In response that his best friend was right.

“ugh,” Satoru said. “I never thought you’d turn into a guy that always smiled when a girl texts you…”

Suguru half closed his eyes at Satoru and said, “She isn’t just any girl, she’s my girlfriend. I’m going to marry her one day!” He said.

Satoru sighed and shook his head. “And I’m sure sooner or later she’ll be dead…” he said underneath his breath where no body can hear him. He spoke up to say, “how old is she anyway, she doesn’t even look like she goes to school anymore, let alone /high school/.”

Suguru rolled his eyes. “That’s because she doesn’t go to school, she’s 36 and she has a very nice job.” He put a finger to Satoru’s lips before he could say anything. “And yes I know she’s a little bit older than me but like I said, we’re in love! So I’m sure it wouldn’t really matter.”

Satoru scoffed, “A little bit older? Dude. She’s ancient! At this point you could say your dating a 98 year old women!”

“okay, Satoru. You’re going a bit overboard now.” Suguru said, sounding slightly annoyed. “Can you stop dissing my Gf, now? It’s time for us to go back to our dorms rooms now.”

“yeah okay whatever,” Satoru muttered with his lips going straight and his eyes furrowed frustratedly. He’d drop the conversation for now.

///

(A few weeks has passed by and day by day, Satoru started to grow more and more jealous of that woman everytime she and hung out with him, Suguru and Shoko. One day there was a party happening in Meimei’s room and the entire class was invited. Even Suguru’s girlfriend Jhara-Chan. Which of course Satoru was not happy about.)

Satoru stood in the corner with Shoko, sipping something from out of his red cup. He was glaring daggers at Jhara who was dancing with Suguru. Shoko noticed Satoru staring at the blue haired woman. She bumped her elbow up to his torso. “Hey, Satoru. Are you okay? You’ve been acting very strange ever since that new girl has been hanging around Suguru.” Satoru snapped his blue gaze towards Shoko and tried to play it off cool, “What?? Strange? What do you mean? I’m not acting strange!”

but Shoko wasn’t having it so she went straight to the point. “Your jealous, aren’t you?”

Satoru knew that the brunette girl couldn’t be fooled so he gave in quickly. “Fine, you’re right. I am jealous…” he took off his sunglasses and fixed them on his shirt. “Ever since she came, she had always given me weird, uneasy vibes… I don’t like her.” He swallowed heavily. “And you know that I’ve always had a crush on Suguru. I’ve loved him for so long. I know him longer than Kato has yet he’s dating her! That’s literally so unfair!” He ranted on.

Shoko listened to him and she can see what Satoru ment. “You know, I’ve been getting some uncool vibes from her lately aswell, ever since I heard how big Suguru and that woman’s age gap was, it unsettled me a lot. I couldn’t imagine dating someone so much older than me. It would feel as if I’m dating yoshinobu gakuganji!” She exclaimed. She took a draw from her cigarette. “And, yeah… I get how you feel. And ever since that woman and Suguru started dating I knew you would not have liked that at all. But it looks like you're handling it very well.” She blew a puff of smoke into the air. “If I ever heard of utahime dating some older man, I would have probably went absolutely nuts to be honest.” Satoru rose a brow and scoffed, “You? Go nuts? You’re the calmest girl I know!” She chuckled. “But it’s true. I could never see utahime with someone else. I love her too much…”

///

Later on, after the party, Satoru was in his room finishing up some homework when all of a sudden, there was a knock on the door. He rose his voice without looking at the door. “The door’s unlocked, you can come in.” The door creaked open and footsteps were slowly coming close to him. And then, a voice that was far too familiar, “Hello there, Satoru Gojo~ it’s me, Jhara.”

Satoru snapped his head around to see Kato Jhara in a skimpy bunny suit with her boobs nearly popping out of the suit! “Jhara! W-what are you doing here!” He asked.

Her lips curled into a smirk. “I’m here for you, silly~” she got onto the floor and crawled up to Satoru. “Your best friend, Suguru is asleep right now and I thought it would be a good time to come over to your dorm~ I want to have some fun with you.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “What the hell? Suguru is your boyfriend! Not to mention MY best friend, are you seriously going behind his back to cheat on him??” She shook her head quickly, “No, no! It’s more like… satisfying my lust with someone who’s d*ck isn’t small~”

“literally the same thing…” He spat. “Can you get the hell out?” He yelled.

she continued to crawl towards him. “But don’t you see how hot I am? Don’t you find me attractive too?” “Yes, you’re hot but I’m not interested in old ladies…” He grumbled crossly. When Jhara had gotten close to him, he activated his cursed energy so that she couldn’t touch him.

she had gotten annoyed at that point and said, “ugh. Ungrateful brat. I was doing you a favor.” She gotten up and stomped out of his room and slammed the door.

Satoru sighed heavily and said, “phew. That old hag…” He picked up his phone and texted Suguru saying, ><{Satoru Gojo 💙}><“Get over to my dorm, ASAP! Right now!” ><{Wanna be emo bestie 🖤}><“Why, what’s wrong?” ><{Satoru Gojo 💙}><”That doesn’t matter, just get your ass over here!”

><{Wanna be emo bestie 🖤}><”Got it!”

///

Suguru burst through the door, looking very conflicted. “Satoru! What’s wrong? Is everything okay? Are you in danger or something?” He asked. Satoru was sitting on his bed with a tap in his hand, looking down at it. He didn’t say anything for a while but eventually he did, “Suguru, come sit with me.”

When Suguru came to sit down on the bed with Satoru, he asked, “what’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

Satoru handed him the tape. “Watch it.” Suguru took the tape and put it into the tape player Satoru had and turned on the tv. (The tape video was about what happened when Jhara tried to sleep with Satoru.)

::::

after the tape had ended, Suguru looked down at himself, as silent as a mouse right now. Satoru frowned a spoke, breaking the silence, “Hey, I’m sorry if it seems like I’m trying to ruin your relationship but-“

“Why are you apologizing? You didn’t do anything wrong,” Suguru told Satoru. “You did nothing, Jhara though, I’ll be confronting her in the morning.” He looked up at Satoru, his face as nonchalant as ever.

Satoru widened his eyes. “Wait a minute, are you even upset about this? You don’t even seem a little bit upset that your girlfriend tried cheating on you!” Suguru shrugged. “That’s why I’m not. I’m not upset that she was trying to cheat, but I am upset that she tried to have her way with you even though you said no more than once.” He said as he scratched his back. “What I’m saying is, I started to lose my feelings with her. I realized my feelings for her were just an ordinary crush.”

Satoru looked dumbfounded. “Oh… well what about all of those things you were talking about then, huh? Wanting to get married with her and all of that stuff?” He sighed. “I dunno, I guess I was on drvgs or something. I wasn’t thinking straight.” “huh???” Satoru exclaimed. Suguru chuckled, “I’m just kidding! Like I said, it was just a crutch and I guess I didn’t know how dating works because I asked her out way too early.” He looked down at his feet. “Now that I think about, my relationship with her was pretty weird… I really was dating a child lover weren’t I…?” He shuddered. “Gross…”

Satoru put an arm around Suguru’s neck, “heh, let’s just make sure you don’t date anymore child lovers…”

///

(After the two had talked, Suguru had gotten ready to leave Satoru’s dorm room to go back to his own.)

But Satoru grabbed his arm and said, “Wait, Suguru?”

Suguru turned around to look at Satoru. “Uh, yeah?” He asks. Satoru gulped and murmured, “can you like… stay here? Only just for the night?” He asked sheepishly.

Suguru looked at him for a bit before smiling warmly and saying, “yeah. Sure. I’ll stay here with you.” Satoru smiled right back at him. “Thanks…”

(The two boys were sleeping in Satoru’s bed, with their backs to each other so they didn’t make it awkward with each other. Satoru couldn’t exactly sleep so he stayed up. Stuck in his own mind again. He can feel Suguru twitching a bit in his sleep, not to mention he was whimpering a bit too as if he was having a bad dream. Satoru looked over at Suguru, wondering if it would be a good idea to wake him up and ask him what was wrong.)

(“probably not a good idea…”) he thought. He turned all the way over and hesitantly put an arm over Suguru and snuggled up closer to him. He smelled into Suguru’s long black hair and sighed through his nose. (“Suguru Geto…”) He mumbled to himself before closing his eyes. (“I promise you, I can love you way better than Kato, if only you’d let me show you…”) and then he fell asleep…

#satosugu #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #gojo satoru #gojo x geto #shoko x utahime #jjk fanart

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pearblossommina · 11 months

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ToG Read-A-Long, Tower of Dawn, day 7

Ch 32

First official date!

(Cute)

(I would have thought we were past this by now)

(But still cute)

(Chaol and Yrene like to take it slow)

(Progress, maybe)

Ch 33

Nesryn and Sartaq are indeed having an adventure. Kind of an Indiana Jones.

Ch 34

Wait Falkan is a shapeshifter like Lysandra!

Is he related to Lysandra!

Maybe he was her mysterious father? Did she say her mother never told her who her father is??? (or was that Aedion) (lol)

(Maybe he’s just no one) (maybe he’s just a friend)

Ch 35

“A gesture to his body. To the twenty years he'd given up. He winced against what the movement did to be wound. "I could use it. I could change. Badly, and not often, but I can manage it, if I concentrate."

Hmm

So - like - Lysandra doesn’t know what she looks like - and was stuck in a beautiful body that’s not really the one she was born with. She doesn’t seem to be able to return to her original body, because she was in this form when magic first vanished and she doesn’t remember what she used to look like. Does she not feel the concentration, of holding onto a shift, for that beautiful outer appearance? When she modified her breasts to be smaller, does that take concentration? If she wanted to, say, change her hair color, that would be an easy thing to do, right? What if she wanted to get rid of a gray hair? For vanity reasons?

I guess what I’m saying is: does shapeshifting magic separate itself from aging? Like, when she was a little girl, she was able to turn her body into a different little girls body, but more beautiful. Does that mean Lysandra be able to shift into any form, but only at the current age she is right now?

Because this guy sold his youth to spiders

Can he not shapeshift into a younger version of himself? Can Lysandra? Is it just hard to do that, takes a lot of magic and concentration? Or, is it a separate, third thing, and spiders eating your youth magically overrides any other sort of magic, and even if someone HAD the ability to shapeshift to make themselves younger, they would no longer have it, if they were in the specific scenario that Falkan is in?

I’m probably going off on the world’s most random tangent here but I’m super curious about shapeshifting in general because of this guy.

Ch 36

36 chapters and we’re finally hearing from Aelin and the other members of the main cast (wow) (lol) (imagine if you were reading this book in real time. What agony that would be - to wait a whole year after that cliffhanger - and STILL NOT KNOW what’s going on 36 chapters in -)

(I mean) (I’m so lucky I’m reading these books in a big old binge post-completion-of-series) (but I can appreciate how annoying that must have been to the die-hard fans reading as they were being released)

“He had seen Aelin do terrible things.

He still dreamed of her gutting Archer Finn in cold blood. Stin dreamed of what she'd left of Grave's body in that alley. Still dreamed of her butchering men like cattle, in Rifthold and in Endovier, and knew just how unfeeling and brutal she could turn. He had quarreled with her earlier this summer about it - the checks on her power. The lack of them.”

Don’t make me sick, Chaol. She had to do that - it was right. In the name of what happened to Nehemia. You understand this better than anybody. Since you’re still blaming yourself, for what happened to her.

“This will be the great war of our time," Kashin said quietly. "When we are dead, when even our grandchildren's grandchildren are dead, they will still be talking about this war. They will whisper of it around fires, sing of it in the great halls. Who lived and died, who fought and who cowered."

I like this guy. Seems like a good dude. Seems like he cares, about hope, and goodness prevailing over evil. He’s just like you used to be, Chaol. You two should become friends.

#tog read along 2023 #tower of dawn

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icingsweet · 1 year

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✨ filling connections for elijah loomis’ cat cafe boss ✨

CAT, 28, GMT; SHE/THEY. | if you’re hearing ZO KAN HET DUS OOK by MAAN playing, you have to know YAZMIN ELSAYED (SHE/HER; CIS WOMAN) is near by! the 36 year old OWNER OF FRISKY KITTY CAFE has been in denver for, like, UNDER A YEAR. they’re known to be quite FINICKY, but being WELCOMING seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble MAY CALAMAWY. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those WINDOWS FILLED WITH PLANTS, WARM TEA, THE SMELL OF OLD BOOKS, MESSY BUNS vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around MONTBELLO long enough!

BASICS:

NAME: yazmin elsayed

NIKNAMES: yaz, min (please give her more!)

AGE: thirty-six.

BIRTHDAY: 16th november 1986.

ETHNICITY: egyptian and palestinian.

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: cis woman, she/her.

SEXUALITY: bisexual.

OCCUPATION: owner of frisky kitty cafe.

PHYSICAL:

HAIR: brown, curly.

EYE COLOUR: brown.

HEIGHT: 157cm / 5 foot 5 inches.

TATTOOS: butterfly on the back of her neck and upper back tattoo (reference)

PIERCINGS: lobe piercing, previous belly button piercing.

MISC: she knows three languages (english, dutch, and arabic).

BIOGRAPHY:

Yazmin is adopted and one of three siblings. Her father, Rashid, is a film-maker and her other father, Jeroens, is a renowned businessman both of which meant the family were fortunate enough to travel especially when Yazmin was young. The family eventually settled down in Denver, Colorado, where she studied.

She studied business, communication and hospitality management. She had set her eyes on event planning and that's what she did, eventually making her way up the ladder and becoming very successful but the time and effort she put into becoming one of the best didn't come with out a cost.

Yazmin loves to cook. If you're close to Yazmin she's definitely cooked for you. Her family has a big dinner most weekends and when she has free time she loves getting her friends together and cooking for them all.

ALL OF THIS CAN BE CHANGED BASED ON WANTED CONNECTION FOR EX-SPOUSE. Connection has been taken, updated info:

Yazmin wasn't looking to date when she met Nash. Maybe that was the start of the end knowing she didn't have time to focus on anything else but her career. Regardless, she eventually agreed to a date. Then a second. Then a third. Soon finding out that the two clicked in more ways than one and soon finding herself starting to cherish the time they had together.

As time went on, it was easy to love Nash. They eventually moved in together. A few years later getting married. Then it was goodbye to Colorado, both wanting to spread their wings and heighten their careers choices so the move was natural.

But even off the clock, Yazmin still focused on work. Often working way into the night on her laptop as the two sat together on the couch with little being said. In hindsight, working that much wasn't healthy to her and her marriage, but at the time she had such much on her plate and there wasn't enough hours in the day. It's the one thing she regrets. A big regret, really. But in her mind Nash doesn't deserve to know that.

Still, it came as a surprise when she found out about Nash's secrets. They didn't tell her that there was a deal hone bad nor that they had been fired for trying to embezzle money and the icing on the cake was taking money out of their shared joint accounts. How could Nash not tell her something so big? She moved back the night she found out and ever since has been living with a long-term friend, Owen.

After having her life uprooted, she decided that it was time for another change. Yazmin had been working in event planning since graduating but it no longer sparked joy. A cat cafe was a silly idea prompted by the idea of her two adopted cats at first but the more she thought about it the more realistic it became — if not now, when? If not that, what?

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Apparently tumblr didn't actually post this post I wrote right when I finished nona so time to go back and add some quotes.

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Ok I just finished nona and I'm going insane but, I wonder if mercymorn and Augustine and Gideon aren't the lyctors original names? Bc we know that's who Jod is talking about, but why censor them? Unless they were different and he changed them when the woke up.

My key piece of evidence for this is the bit where he talks about Ulysses and Titania and how he changed their names from the original. ALSO WILD THAT THEY WERE DEAD BEFORE HE MET THEM AND REVIVED WAY LATER

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My evidence:

So, my two kids, the guinea pigs, they were U— and T— on their certificates, you know, their old names. I thought about using those but it didn’t seem appropriate.

And then a bit later:

Let me introduce you to … Ulysses. Let me introduce you to … Titania.

Following these naming conventions that means all the lyctors had other names originally. I'm dying to know what they are.

And also trying to figure out who all the ppl he's referencing are:

He said, It was me and A— and M— at the start.

This one's pretty obviously Augustine and Mercymorn.

C— was brought on by the oversight execs for contracts, you know, checks and balances, but look where that ended up, she was on our side before the first year was over

This could be Cristabel, Cassiopeia, Cyrus, or Cytherea. (God why r there so many C names). Leaning towards Cristabel at this point just bc she goes with Mercymorn.

We even lent them G— at the time because they wanted to talk about coating.

This one's G1deon obviously.

C— was panicking because with the project over she was getting recalled to England and didn’t want to go, she’d got N— and didn’t want to leave her, refused to admit they were dating even though we all knew.

Ok so C is pretty obviously Cassiopeia at this point, and N is Nigella.

Interesting side note here, everyone mentioned so far is a necromancer, not cavelier (with the exception of N whose only referenced in relation to C.

we had a pet cop, P—. She’d made detective by that point; was going on to big things in the MoD. Knew G— from way back,

PYRRHA yasss baby

god her being a cop makes so much sense lmao.

C— was still pretending they weren’t dating—she was an artist, so that was cool. If you have two scientists and an engineer and a detective and a lawyer and an artist you’re pretty much sweet as.

Cassiopeia is the lawyer if we're going off of the earlier quote, so Nigella is the artist, Mercymorn and Augustine are both scientists, I'm p sure G1deon is the engineer, and Pyrrha is the detective obviously.

M— had brought in her best friend, the nun,

interestingly this person is always described as "M—'s nun, and never given a letter. It could definitely be Cristabel, especially given that we can't use C— twice without it being hella confusing, but I'm wondering if John chose not to revive her afterwards for some reason so she's not actually anyone. There's this weird distance to how he describes her vs the other ppl: "the nun", "our nun", "M—'s nun" vs everyone's name. (He would be that petty).

My other theory is that M—'s nun is ANASTASIA. Again, can't use A a second time, she's obviously smart as hell and gets him to figure out the soul, which hello our Anastasia almost perfected the actual lyctoral process, and obviously the ninth house is full of nuns. Plus, he trusted her to watch over Alecto and seal the tomb, who better then the person that showed you she existed in the first place?

And then A— brought in his little brother who was a hedge fund manager. A— Junior was useless but he was a darling,

We know from HTN that this is Alfred.

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"I did end up writing a total divergence when I was writing Nona, back in 2020, because I wanted to make sure my clockwork made sense — I wanted to make sure that if you wound up Gideon and Harrow and put them on a slightly different route the laws of the universe would still flow accordingly. (I stopped writing because when your editor asks how you’re doing and you’re like “I stopped to write 30k to prove a timeline” he’s legally allowed to shoot you with a crossbow.)"

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Ok I know everyone and their mother thinks Nona is in gideon's body, but what if... It's actually Harrow's body instead???

I have very little scant evidence for this but I will present it anyways.

At the end of Harrow the Ninth, Pyrrha, in G1deon's body, is with Gideon, in Harrow's body, onboard the Mithraeum at the bottom of the river.

Gideon breaks a window and swims out into the river, sees god and Ianthe, and then drowns. Then she sees

"a great sunshiny light: a blurred figure [...] your bullshit dead girlfriend had come to claim you.

And she said in the wrong voice twice removed: "Chest compressions. I know her sternums shattered; ignore it. We need that heart pumping. On my mark."

Hands pressed. We died." (500)

Then, in the Epilogue, the mystery girl lives with "the person who went to work for her, the person who taught her, and the person who looked after her" (505) we get confirmation at the end that "the person who looks after her" is Camilla.

Then, in the Nona the Ninth summary it says "Nona would prefer to live an ordinary life with the people she loves, with Pyrrha and Camilla and Palamedes"

So somehow, Pyrrha gets from in the river with Gideon in Harrow's body, to Camilla and Pal. What if she took Harrow's body with her? Knowing her character, and especially knowing that she just found out that Wake's daughter is in Harrow's body, it doesn't rly make sense for her to just abandon them.

I know this doesn't rly track with the fact that we know Cam was with Gideon's body at one point, but she's definitely not with Gideon's body in the shuttle when she meets Harrow, and given that that body was achieving cult worship status by BOE it's unlikely that they would let it go.

My other evidence, which is more circumstantial than anything, is that mystery girl is given "bones to arrange ("just whatever feels normal")" and "the sword would be put in her hand again by the person who looked after her" (505-506)

This would make sense for cam and pal to do if they knew it was someone in Harrow's body, bc they knew that both harrow (a necromancer) and Gideon (a cavalier) had been in that body previously.

Side note, "the sword" could be referring to gideon's two-hander, more evidence for it being Harrow's body, bc otherwise how would they have gotten the sword?

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A chronological reading of Harrow the Ninth

Note: this guide assumes htn has already been read and is not spoiler free.

This is my best guess as to the order of the events of the book chronologically. Since some things very clearly happen simultaneously (harrow in the river bubble and Gideon in her body for example) I have chosen an order to read those events in. This is fairly arbitrary and I will note that where possible.

The general timeline will be:

River bubble events at Canaan house up to and including the AUs

Present day events (Erebos and Mithraeum) up to Harrow getting stabbed

River bubble after Harrow becomes conscious

Gideon in Harrow's body

6 months after the emperors murder

All page numbers are for the paperback edition.

River bubble Canaan House

chapter 3 pg. 47-54 Harrow's childhood

chapter Parodos pg. 19-23 (14 months before) the summons

chapter 5 pg. 68-72 shuttle to Canaan

chapter 8 pg. 108-115 Canaan intro

chapter 10 pg. 127-135 Ortus reading Noniad

chapter 18 pg. 180-185 Deuteros' body

chapter 21 pg. 197-206 Pal and Cams bodies

chapter 26 pg. 236-238 Silas kills Corona

chapter 28 pg. 248-354 Harrow admits her madness

chapter 35 pg. 323-330 teacher leaves

the AUs

Given that we have no info on the timing of these I am placing them in the order they are presented in the book. At the very least they should be read before harrow awakens in the river bubble due to this line: "we have no idea of the limitations in those other scenarios" (379)

chapter 40 pg. 367-371 Harrow Nova (reverse roles)

chapter 41 pg. 372-374 Divine Highness arranged marriage

chapter 42 pg. 375-378 cohort coffee shop

Erebos

I'm not actually totally sure if the lobotomy happens on the Erebos or at Canaan house but it's the earliest thing in the book so it goes first.

chapter Epiparodos pg. 360-364 (9 months and 29 days before) the lobotomy

chapter 1 pg. 27-31 (9 months before) Jod gives her the sword

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My #1 post of 2022

Every time the body speaks in HTN

(In chronological order)

"the Body of the Locked Tomb had not spoken to you since the night you massaged the purple, swollen clots of blood out of the necks of your dead parents" (44)

This directly contradicts the next quote, from before Harrow goes to Canaan house.

"This isn't how it happens, said the Body. (23)

This is 14 months before the emperors murder, when Harrow is asking Ortus to be her cavalier. Side note: this is the only time the Body is present or speaks in the dream bubble/altered past.

"What he is saying," said the Body distinctly, "is that you have to learn that sword." (44)

Harrow talking to God about revenant beasts. She describes the the Body's voice as

"its dry uncanny echo of other voices you had known: your mother's, Crux's." (44)

She then replies to the body with:

"I can't," you said as carefully as possible. "I can't, beloved. It's gone." [...]

"You are walking down a long passage," said the Body. "You need to turn around."

"I am standing in the dark," you told her. [...] "I lost it. It's gone. There's nothing there. I must have misapprehended the process. I am half a Lyctor. I am nothing, I am pointless, I am unmanned." (45)

This is (presumably) before Ianthe gives her the letters and tells her of the work.

"How old are you?" she [Mercymorn] asked abruptly. "How old are you in years?" [...]

It was then that the Body emerged from behind the Lyctor's shoulder [...] and she said, quite clearly, with the voice of Aiglamene and your mother commingled:

"Lie, Harrow. Now." (77)

This is when Mercy first captures Harrow.

a dream wherein you sat down to dinner opposite the Body. [...] you talked comfortably of very little—yet it felt as thought it meant very much. [...]

Then the Body looked at you with those direct, incalculable eyes, and she said: "Harrowhark. Wake up."

"Pardon?"

"Wake up. Now." (207)

She is warning Harrow to get up to see Wake in Cytheria's corpse.

Aloud, you said through swollen lips: "The Saint of Duty must die."

And on the bed, the Body said, "Yes." (226)

Right after G1deon breaks through her wards in her room.

Next to you, the Body said quietly, "The water is risen. So is the sun. We will endure." (294)

After Harrow chooses not to kill G1deon and Wake in Cytheria's corpse escapes.

You said, "Beloved?"

She said, "It's coming," with the most anticipatory astonishment you had ever heard from her in her low, many-personed voice—right then she used the voice of your father's cavalier. And: "It's near!" [...]

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The Graveyard Book Quotations:

Nobody/ Bod

1. “Ever since the child had learned to walk he had been his mother’s and father’s despair and delight, for there never was such a boy for wandering, for climbing up things, for getting into and out of things.”

The Graveyard Book (p. 10). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.

2.“He was, for the most part, obedient. He learned how to talk, and, once he had learned, he would pester the graveyard folk with questions.”

The Graveyard Book (p. 36). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.

3.“He stomped off into the graveyard, feeling unloved and underappreciated.”

The Graveyard Book (p. 73). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.

4.“‘See the world,’ said Bod. ‘Get into trouble. Get out of trouble again. Visit jungles and volcanoes and deserts and islands. And people. I want to meet an awful lot of people.’”

The Graveyard Book (p. 306). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.

5.“But between now and then, there was Life; and Bod walked into it with his eyes and his heart wide open.”

The Graveyard Book (p. 307). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.

Silas

6.“‘As your guardian I have responsibility for you, yes. Fortunately, I am not the only individual in the world willing to take on this responsibility.’”

The Graveyard Book (p. 65). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.

7.“He gave advice, cool, sensible, and unfailingly correct; he knew more than the graveyard folk did, for his nightly excursions into the world outside meant that he was able to describe a world that was current, not hundreds of years out of date; he was unflappable and dependable, had been there every night of Bod’s life, so the idea of the little chapel without its only inhabitant was one that Bod found difficult to conceive of; most of all, he made Bod feel safe.”

The Graveyard Book (p. 68). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.

8.“‘They are. And they are, for the most part, done with the world. You are not. You’re alive, Bod. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything. If you change the world, the world will change. Potential. Once you’re dead, it’s gone. Over. You’ve made what you’ve made, dreamed your dream, written your name. You may be buried here, you may even walk. But that potential is finished.’”

The Graveyard Book (p. 179). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.

Mrs. Owens

9.“‘I am not your dear woman,’ said Mrs. Owens, getting to her feet. ‘Truth to tell, I don’t even see why I am even here, talking to you fiddle-pated old dunderheads, when this lad is going to wake up hungry soon enough—and where am I going to find food for him in this graveyard, I should like to know?’”

The Graveyard Book (p. 22). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.

10.“Then the last lines of the song came back to Mistress Owens, and she sang them to her son. ‘Face your life Its pain, its pleasure, Leave no path untaken’”

The Graveyard Book (pp. 306-307). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.

Miss Lupescu

11.“‘’This is bad. And you are content to be ignorant, which is worse.’”

The Graveyard Book (p. 71). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.

Scarlett

12. “Scarlett said to Bod, ‘You’re brave. You are the bravest person I know, and you are my friend. I don’t care if you are imaginary.’ Then she fled down the path back the way they had come, to her parents and the world.”

The Graveyard Book (p. 60). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.

13. “‘You aren’t a person. People don’t behave like you. You’re as bad as he was. You’re a monster.’”

The Graveyard Book (p. 286). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.

Jack Frost

14. “The man Jack was, above all things, a professional, or so he told himself, and he would not allow himself to smile until the job was completed. His hair was dark and his eyes were dark and he wore black leather gloves of the thinnest lambskin.”

The Graveyard Book (pp. 7-8). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.

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“Everybody has a crazy person in their family”, says a man on YouTube into a Shure microphone, “and if you think there isn’t one in yours, the crazy person is you”. I do not feel like painting on Wednesday, so I watch a short documentary about comedian and actor Andy Dick’s descent into drug addiction and sexual misconduct, then a man making slow cooked beef with fancy potatoes to his own voiceover narrating a story about a woman he used to date and who says he had to break up with because she was a hoe, but that she could cook amazing food. “You can’t turn a hoe into a housewife. But shout out Erica, I appreciate you bitch”

I feel accomplished in finally taking my bike to the shop for some diagnostics on my wobbling saddle after procrastinating for 3 weeks. The owner’s dog, a perfectly scraggly black mutt, allows me to pet him while my seat post is replaced. I check the dog’s genitals for confirmation that he’s male. By the time I am settling the modest bill, the dog is pawing at my knees pleadingly. I hang around for another hour to chit chat with the bike men who all know me by name and ask how much my paintings cost. We discuss Christmas, and how one guy gave up smoking weed, and how another is from Essex. I have changed a lot since childhood but one thing is the same, which is that I’m fantastic at kicking it with boys who think I’m gay. It is in perceived straightness that trouble seems to start. I think of what C said yesterday about how every girl he dates is overjoyed by his best friend - me - being female. “They are, capital W, WET. It’s like saying you’re in therapy or something”. I tell him this makes total sense, and that I would feel the same way. “But then”, C continues, “a few weeks in, it always always becomes a giant problem”. God, I say, I can see that happening to me too. Also everybody likes a man in therapy until they’re being discussed unfavourably by said man and said therapist. And as C’s female best friend, I truly want him to get laid and / or find love. I wonder if these women meeting me would help with the souring sentiment. I could play up my gayness, perhaps wear a baseball cap. Is it queer-baiting if I’m helping a dear friend get some pussy?

I text J asking for help with choosing my birthday meal, which he has promised to cook. We land on steak for the carnivores, and an expensive mushroom for the vegetarians. This will mark the largest group hosted at the new house to date, and I am still bent out of shape by the lack of pictures on the wall, and a few pieces of furniture I want to scrap. Of COURSE the house isn’t safe from my ruinous perfectionism, and even when what I think needs doing is done, I will want to do something else. I also cannot believe I’ll be 31 years old in less than three weeks’ time. I could have been legally driving for 14 years, and I can be the president of the United States in a mere 4 years. I am still 3 years younger than Mary Kay Letourneau, who had sex with her 13 year old student and got pregnant and went to prison. I watch the film May December in the evening, which is based on Mary Kay’s story. What disturbs me most are the scenes showing a 36 year old father with his 23 year old daughter, and his 18 year old son, and Julianne Moore’s bizarre lisp. I watch, as V told me she did after seeing this movie, the original interview between Mary Kay and Vili, the now-grown student she abused and later married. Letourneau still maintains she was “seduced”, and that Vili was “the boss”

Feeling safe in reintroducing my second cup of coffee of the day, I down one at 5pm and by midnight I am still riding high on caffeine. I have a date the next day that I can’t be bothered with. When I finally fall asleep at 2am I dream that I learn my mother has been sleeping with him the whole time, and I get so angry that I smash my phone into mosaic-sized pieces. Very Christmassy

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Kayla Nicole Delivers Powerful Open Letter To Black Women Amid Making Travis Kelce/ Taylor Swift Headlines [Video]

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October 10, 2023 8:36 AM PST

Kayla Nicole is sharing inspirational words for other Black women amid her ex-boyfriend, Travis Kelce’s, rumored romance with Taylor Swift.

via: Page Six

The 31-year-old clapped back at the “backlash and embarrassment” she has received while reading the lengthy statement in an Instagram video Monday.

She addressed her words to “Black women, specifically,” explaining that her aim was “not to create division but to elevate and unite” listeners.

“They may call you a traitor for falling in love,” Nicole, who dated Kelce on and off from 2017 to 2022, began. “You’ll hope the ones closest will protect you but quickly realize people don’t protect what they don’t value.

“They’ll say you’re too much … and in the same breath, tell you you’re not enough,” she continued. “Not successful enough, not wholesome enough, maybe not even intelligent enough. … They’ll even try to tie your value to your net worth.”

Nicole encouraged her followers not to “participate in this tumultuous, often one-sided journey” and not “engage.”

She explained, “Preserve your heart even when they try to quantify your character and test your boundaries. … You do not have to respond. Because there is power in your silence.”

The model added that while she has been tempted to ask “Why me?” lately, she won’t “give into this demoralizing and antiquated narrative” by clapping back.

“I know I’m not alone,” she said. “On days I feel most inadequate, I have to remind myself that I am, have been and will always be more than enough.

“When the world gets dark and time gets hard and you feel like your back is against the wall and your hands are tied and nobody knows what it’s like to be you … this is only a small chapter in your story,” Nicole concluded, stressing the important of “therapy, prayer [and] community.”

The on-air host’s followers praised her in the comments for the “beautiful, empowering, bold, authentic” letter.

One gushed, “i’m so proud of you!!! the elegance, the grace, the power!!! such an inspiration.”

Nicole’s social media upload came two weeks after Kelce, 34, and Swift, 33, went public with their romanceby leaving the Sept. 24 Kansas City Chiefs versus Chicago Bears game together.

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27 April 2023 Thursday jueves 8:10 am pt

if incubus was really cat fishing me, calling himself “Brendan” online and on the phone (green auto save. More harsh biting with acid pain top lip 😖😭 left shoulder pain bone 🦴 and flesh 8:12 am pt) then he had a lot of shameful stuff to hide so obviously he is trying to slyly get rid of me by sugar coating the truth to me flip flopping. He alluded to it and it totally makes sense why he would have that awful falsetto voice to hide his real voice that I heard on the phone when I was 16 years old back in 2001.

8:15 am pt when I was 16 years old his voice was appealing to me. And the thought of being with a 17/18 year old maybe was alluring? Tempting? 8:16 am pt I’ve heard (acid brain 🧠😖😭hot pain 8:16 am pt) older men say 5 years difference is ideal btwn a man and a young woman. I met a classmate 16 years old dating a 21? Year old guy and she said he was like a puppy. But now that I’m older, I think it’s extremely weird. Abnormal. Why not someone you’re age ?(right foot pain 😖😭) it’s weird to me. 21/22 year olds interested in 16/17 year old girls. 8:19 am pt

8:19 am pt so of course he would desolate me and set me up to fail multiple times. I was only a whore to him. Nicolatian style he was going to share with his bros so they’d band together like brothers to get rid of me the evidence that they are weird. 8:20 am pt

8:21 am pt a lot of loud door slamming this morning.

8:23 pm pt quit playing games with my heart. 🎶🎼🎵🎤🎧🎸[...] I should have known from the start. But now, that he wants to make me think we were married? It starts to look like even more that he was the one catfish me in 2001. Full circle. 8:25 am pt

8:27 am pt he attacked my vag with acid again 😖😭.

8:28 pm pt he would rather be friends with cano, carter, nick v./b., and garrido? Than with me. 8:29 am pt. And probably Jon benet Ramsey’s real rapist and murderer Bcz it might not be that guy who confessed which is very weird - they say they didn’t find his dna 🧬 at all. Originally I heard them speculate that it could have been the father Bcz she didn’t scream or that maybe she was familiar with the man. They formerly said murder usually occurred btwn people who know each other. But I guess it’s false to say that Bcz there are all sorts of reasons people kill each other without knowing each other. 8:33 am pt so I smell 👃 acetone again? 8:34 am pt. Incubus likes to confuse. I will be very sorrowful and disappointed if incubus demon lord kills me to hide everything. 8:34 am pt after all the build up and stretching everything out for years. Turns out life is a lie. And even god would cover up the truth to save his own *ss. 8:35 am pt like a real d*ck would. 8:36 am pt 😖😭acid brain 🧠 pain skull 💀 biting acid like hot 🥵. If he needs this to break down the bone 🦴 I’m wondering 💭 what the hell he put in it???? This don’t seem normal! Is this why I’m short!? 8:37 am pt I’m confused 🤷🏻‍♀️!!!! Left side ribs pain right hip hot searing 8:38 am pt. I’ve endured many hot days in my life that I wouldn’t want to endure again. 8:39 am pt I think people are going to be disappointed rough acid brain 🧠 pain that the stuff in my bones 🦴 comes at a price of what I believe it’s true. You have to be almost unbearably exposed to hot weather a lot to probably get it in. Maybe the stuff he put in me is irregular? So it wouldn’t help anyone looking to grow up tall without pain and difficulty. I had a very uncomfortable in my body type of life. I wore clothing for cold weather when it was hot 🥵 Bcz I was ashamed of my body hair. A guy named after Captain Hook 🪝 asked me aren’t you hot? In high school 🏫. I lied 🤥. I was hot. I said I wasn’t. (Left hip pain bone 🦴 8:43 am pt) I put myself thru stuff like an addict would but it was hot stuff. If you like air conditioning and being comfortable and not in pain then the stuff in my bones 🦴 if I’m right is probably not for you. 8:45 am pt (acid throat pain 8:45 am pt) I had very dry skin open eczema a lot. There are other things I’m afraid to say Bcz he might hurt me more if I said it. 8:46 am pt

5:22 pmpt I went to the Philippines 🇵🇭 4 times, Arizona 2 times. (Acid brain 🧠 pain) I lived in old apartments and I would stay there most of the summer time and it would feel like hot oven. No air conditioning. I remember days when temperatures were over 100 💯 degrees. Maybe even reaching was it 110 or 114???? Hard to recall. No air conditioning in school 🏫 I only remember one place I went to having air conditioning from 2000-2001? During the summer? Everywhere else was HOT 🥵 with only a regular fan and or an open balcony. And there was at least one year I wore jeans 👖 and 3/4 sleeve tops and I still had my jacket with me. Phillippines is HOT 🥵 even in November. And it’s a very expensive and loooong flight ✈️. It formerly was almost 2 days long. 5:30 pmpt. Now I see it’s 15 hours? Dang. Airplanes got faster. 5:30 pmpt

5:53 pmpt I also did at least 2 ten mile walkathons probably the whole 10 miles in elementary school 🏫, and always strived to p.r. (Personal record) on every mile we had to run 🏃🏻‍♀️ in physical education. I remember hot 🥵 days on the black top at school 🏫. No pain no gain. Very uncomfortable 🥵 conditions most of my life, and then I think 💭 I stopped growing b4 I turned 17 years old? 5:58 pmpt

I also didn’t have regular access to a swimming 🏊‍♀️ pool 🏊‍♀️ from around 1993? My parents divorce onward. Dog 🐶 hot 🥵 days of summer. 6:01 pmpt not to mention a sh*tty life. 6:02 pmpt

6:07 pmpt if you like living in very hot heat most of your life and in discomfort nearly every day and you like fevers, Bcz that’s probably what it takes to grow tall with very hard hard bones 🦴. No pain no gain. 6:09 pmpt it comes at a price.no one wants to be that hot 🥵 and in discomfort all the time. 6:10 pmpt

Everyone else in my family got air conditioning. 6:11 pmpt my sister would ditch me to go to frisco and left me at home 🏠 to bake.

6:13 (hot butt bones 🦴) it got so hot 🥵 the cold water 💦 came out hot in the kitchen. 6:14 pmpt

6:57 pmpt forgot... ohh I remember. 1 2 3 4 tell me that you love 💗 me more. 6:59 pmpt... not possible I guess. That’s why they keep on doing sh*t to me. Dug themselves a hole 🕳. 7 pmpt . If someone cared enough for my side of the story early on, a lot could have been avoided. 7:01 pmpt

7:02 pmpt weather people are they psychics? I don’t understand I guess I’m not smart enough for understand how they can predict weather. 7:03 pmpt

9:43 pmpt I didn’t want Derek for very long even though señior year of high school 🏫 I told him I thought 💭 he was the only guy worth giving my virginity to. I think 💭 how our only phone ☎️ conversation went and my mom wanting me to quit talking to him made me try to let him go. I somehow thought I was doing something good letting him go, for mom. That’s the only way I was able to let him go. “Brendan” talked so sweet from March to December. I forget when was the first time we talked or how many times [on the phone ☎️. First time we chatted online was after Nick’s bday 3/05] . I remember once he asked [on the phone ☎️ 11:01 pmpt] “we are boyfriend and girlfriend right?” To which I couldn’t answer him anything. 9:48 pmpt later on when I tested him with a new screen name I might have got a little annoyed when he said he didn’t have a girlfriend. Which is weird Bcz after Xmas I got a surprise email 📧 and instant messages from his girlfriend saying that I probably have a fat head and she wanted to know where I was so she could beat me up 🆙. She misspelled Brendan as brednan. When I saw his face on Friendster I think 💭 my obsession? Might have intensified. But I wanted a serendipity like interaction with him which kept me waiting and wondering 💭 if we would ever meet. 9:54 pmpt we must have talked at least 3 times on the phone ☎️. But it could have been more. (Acid throat pain 9:55 pmpt) I guess none of this matters to anyone? Which is why nurses don’t doctors 🥼 don’t care 🤷🏻‍♀️ to know more. Bcz I got so weird in high school 🏫 probably from the head trauma, I lost friends. Including one who knew about “Brendan.” She won’t talk to me anymore. She probably forgot about the whole thing Bcz she cut me out of her life señior year/after grad night. 9:57 pmpt

10 pmpt Bcz “Brendan” anad I did not have much more substance to our (acid throat pain 10:01 pmpt) conversation other than s*xual stuff, I still felt like I needed more but I didn’t close off the idea 💡 that maybe if we tried maybe there could have been more. 10:04 pmpt

10:07 pmpt before June 16, 2001 “Brendan” said he was 17 years old old. After June 16, 2001 he said he said he was 17 years old. I gave him chances even though it seemed obvious he lied 🤥 about his age probably Bcz he talked sweet and Nick didn’t. 10:09 pmpt .11:01 Pmpt [ ]. 11:02 pmpt

11:43 pmpt I wrote in a post that when I was a baby 👶 I lived in me Menlo Park. Autocorrect changed it or incubus changed it! I lived in Menlo Park Menlo Park Menlo Park Menlo Park Menlo Park Menlo Park Menlo Park Menlo Park Menlo Park Menlo Park Menlo Park Menlo Park Menlo Park Menlo Park Menlo Park Menlo Park Menlo Park Menlo Park

11:47 pmpt also I wrote but I can’t find it again: incubus pretending to be my husband makes it come to full circle ⭕️, making it look 👀 more probable that he catfished me in 2001, March to December, 15 going on 16 years old. 11:49 pmpt it’s like admitting w/o admitting. (Rough brain 🧠 hot right ear 👂 bit feeling pain right hip bone 🦴 pain 11:49 pmpt)

11:53 pmpt unfortunately for me someone called in February b4 Valentine’s Day? Trying to remember... and said whoever was using the cellphone 📱 who called me was also calling multiple other girls! 😭😖😭😑 dog 🐶! 11:55 pmpt

11:57 pmpt acid rough pain throat. But I was probably unlucky that the girl /young woman 👧 in Sunday morning music 🎶 video looks like Melissa cuen my school 🏫 mate who was part of my clique (mutual friends) 11:59 pmpt.

12:00 🕛 am pt we had a mutual friend who no longer talks to me. She formerly allowed me to sit on her lap. It was not s*xual. The incubus sat on Blake Shelton’s lap a lot so to me it seemed highly probable that he was copying me. 12:02 am pt

12:12 am pt pain pelvis? bone 🦴 pain the part that makes camel toe! 2 minutes ago. Repeat 🔁: Bcz incubus has an awful falsetto voice most of the time, it makes him look guilty of cat fishing me Bcz I talked to “Brendan” on the telephone ☎️ to have phone s*x. If you watched the voice in 2017/2018 you might have heard the incubus’ voice go deeper to a more natural sounding tone. 12:15 am pt Blake Shelton complimented him saying he’s very talented. Right hip pain 😤🥵😤😤🥵😤🥵 on Instagram near a fireplace 🔥 with calirisa tequila I think it was a December post his voice also dips then. I’m trying to remember if it looks like he’s talking out of the side of his mouth 👄 when he makes himself sound high/falsetto when he talks (not singing) 12:17 am pt front ribs pain 12:18 am pt.

12:19 am pt right arm hot pain 😖😭 he also likes to do different accents. “Brendan” had a little bit of a New York accent. It was s*xy. 12:21 am pt

12:22 am pt when I heard Melissa cuen arrive prom night at the double tree 🌳 hotel 🏨 she was curiously, talking in a type of new yorkish accent. Normally she didn’t. Not that I have noticed, but that evening she made it exaggerated so it was noted. I heard her* gush “ADAM” and then my mind went somewhere else oddly and didn’t catch the rest. 12:23 am pt. I didn’t know about Adam Noah Levine back then. I don’t think I knew about karas flowers 🌺 even though I probably did see them on 90210. I was a frugal kid unless it was Barbie dolls.😥 I remembered saving more than $100 once which I probably shared with my sister 2 times. I cut a blackberry bush to earn money 💰 once to buy a Barbie doll. 12:27 am pt it took all day! I think 💭 I remembered it taking hours. I think they wanted it completely gone??? Fuzzy memory. 12:28 am pt now I doubt myself. 12:29 am pt I also didn’t hear much of maroon 5 maybe only harder to breathe 🧘🏻‍♀️ once on the way to school 🏫. But I don’t recall learning much or anything at all. But I remembered hearing harder to breathe 🧘🏻‍♀️ on the radio 📻 and it sounded catchy. In 2001 incubus was at 5 towns college in Long Island 🏝 New York where “Brendan” said he was. Long Island 🏝. Maroon was the color for the school 🏫 5 towns college. 12:32 am pt I only got a few cds 💿 from earning gift 🎁 certificates from school 🏫 from going to the home 🏠 work center in the library 📚. So I had no choice in middle school 🏫 but to get some cds 💿:backstreet boys millennium, Christina Aguilera, *NSYNC? A few others. But no karas flowers 🌺. Didn’t hear about it. Even though I probably fleetingly heard soap 🧼 disco 🕺🏻 once. 12:35 am pt elementary school 🏫 years I listened to country music 🎶🎼🎵 radio 📻. During hush school my sister liked to dictate what we listened to/which radio 📻 station I think I remember. 12:36 am pt

High not hush 12:39 am pt

12:44 am pt I think 💭 I’m really going to die! They’re scratching away bones 🦴 below my waist! 😖😭😫😩😤🥵😤🥵12:45 am pt

12:47 am pt my sister grew away from the boy bands and Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera. She liked blink182 all through middle school 🏫. I didn’t stray far from *NSYNC. But I also didn’t buy anymore cds 💿 probably past middle school 🏫 and high school 🏫. Only *NSYNC no strings attached. Digital get down just you and me baby 20000 miles away 🎶🎼🎵🎤🎧🎸 it was meant to be I guess was cyber s*x a thing b4 2001???? 12:51 am pt webcam. I did not have in 2001. 12:52 am pt. What ever was on the radio 📻 was usually what we only heard. We had a used van I think it was used. Then an old car 🚗 after that. Didn’t splurge on radio 📻 in car 🚗 systems. We had antenna radio 📻. We tried Napster but heard we could get in trouble so we stopped using it. 12:55 am pt still did not know Kara flowers 💐. Barely much maroon 5. 12:56 am pt

12:58 am pt I think 💭 sometimes mom canceled cable tv 📺 to save money 💰. Some times we had mtv. But I liked to watch comedy 🎭 sister sister, cartoons, Lizzie maguure, the 3 musketeers movie 🎥 during hot summer nights 1 am pt

1:01 am pt this whole thing is a trick to neglect myself 😖😭😱😤🥵😤🥵😰 1:02 am pt no one cares!!!!! 😭 1:03 am pt

1:05 am pt I think 💭 we never downloaded Karas flowers and never maroon5. 1:06 am pt only heard on radio 📻

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amberfaber40 · 1 year

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chen-lopez1328 · 2 years

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Answering some questions.

Answering questions from Tumblr

1) How tall are you? 5’6”

2) What is your body type? Mesomorph

3) What is your favorite part about your body? My eyes

4) Is your current hair color your natural hair color? No, my natural hair color is blonde-brown, now it’s black.

5) Are you more outgoing or more shy? Outgoing

6) Are you femme or butch? Butch

7) Are you tol or smol? Smol

8) Wine mom or vodka aunt? Vodka aunt

9) Weird habit? When I’m bored, and alone. I like to organise everything, even though it already looks organised.

10) Favorite meme? Any meme with dark humor.

11) Do you sing in the shower? Absolutely, yes. It’s a karaoke sesh.

12) Ever used a bow and arrow? Yes, I have.

13) Are/were you a theater kid? No.

14) Have you ever seen a broadway musical? No, I haven’t. Not yet at least.

15) Do you think musicals are cheesy? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. Depends on which ones.

16) Have you ever been a part of a protest or a march? No, never.

17) Favorite Cards Against Humanity Card? The LGBTQ communtity.

18) Last movie you watched? Doctor Strange: Into the multiverse of madness.

19) Behind the camera or in front of it. Both, I like both aspects.

20) Favorite TV-show? Hawkeye.

21) Meaning behind your url. Don’t have one.

22) Reason you joined Tumblr. The fanfics. The endless string of fanfics.

23) Who’s your closest Tumblr friend? I don’t have friends on Tumblr….

24) What’s something most people love that you hate? Flowers.

25) Have you ever taken narcotics? Only when the dentist gives me some to numb my mouth when they fill up a tooth.

26) Have you ever had sex? Yes, I have.

27) Have you ever gotten caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? Yes, multiple times.

28) Worst/funniest lie you’ve ever told? I’m not drunk.

29) Describe your passion without mentioning it. The beat, the strum of the guitar, the soft melody of a piano, the calm that a violin brings, the bass vibrating through my entire body.

30) Describe your best friend. Kind, loyal, funny, appreciative, a good listener, charming.

31) Give us one thing about you that no one knows. I’m struggling so much with identity that I need a therapist, started when I was 14 and still haven’t figured it out, I’m 20 now.

32) How do you feel right now? Tired, it’s 1 am. I’ve been up since 8 am, and need to wake up today at 8am.

33) What is your biggest fear? My mind, showing emotions.

34) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? Dash Berlin – Heaven (DJ Isaac remix)

35) What is the best decision you’ve made in your life so far? Getting a therapist.

36) Have you ever tried your hardest and then been dissapointed in the end? Yes, a lot. Too many times to count. It sucks. Even recently with my job.

37) Something you fantasize about? Meeting my celebrity crush, Hailee Steinfeld.

38) Last time you cried and why? Today, I was feeling the music a little too much.

39) What was the last thing that made you laugh? Something my dad said.

40) Do you really, truly miss someone right now? Yes, I miss her all the time. But I bet she’s thinking about someone else.

41) Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? One of my best friends, who’s like the mom-figure of my friend group.

42) The last time you felt broken? Yesterday.

43) Are you starting to realise anything? That the decisions you make may end up changing your life forever.

44) Are you more dominant or submissive? I am more dominant.

45) I’ll only date you if _______. You have a nice personality.

46) Do you prefer to date people the same age as you, younger, or older? Normally younger or as old as me. But my most recent ex was older by one year.

47) Describe the person you’re in love with/have a crush on in great detail. She’s amazing, funny, kind. The daughter of one of my father’s best friends. Long brown hair, beautiful brown eyes. She can make me smile in no time. But she’s with someone else.

48) Do you have any kinks? Yeah, I have a few of them.

49) First thing you notice in a person? Eyes and personality.

50) How can someone win your heart? Being extremely cute, giving me compliments, making me laugh.

51) Been rejected by a crush? Yes. No further details.

52) Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back? Yes, my recent crush (not over them yet) is dating someone else.

53) Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? Nope, no freaking way.

54) Is trust a big issue for you? Yes, one of the bigger issues I have.

55) Did you hang out with the person you like recently? It was last week.

56) Is confidence cute? Depends, sometimes it’s cute but sometimes it’s really hot.

57) What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? Depends, if I’m not dating them I’ll put my head down but act like I’m happy for them. If I’m dating them, I’ll try to give them one last chance before breaking up with them.

58) Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? No, absolutely not. Humour plays a big part in who I am. If someone isn’t able to make me laugh, I’m most likely to dislike the person.

59) Does the person you have feelings for right now know you do? No, like I said, she’s dating someone else. I don’t want either stand in their way of happiness, or ruin the friendship we have.

60) Ever embarass yourself in front of a crush? Yes, lots of times.

61) Do you want to get married? Maybe, depends on what my significant other wants.

62) Worst thing you’ve ever done? Mix drinking black vodka with smoking weed.

63) Three things that turn you on? Scratching the back of my neck, neck kisses, pulling in for a kiss by the collar of my sweater/shirt/jacket.

64) Who do you hate? T, I don’t say his name/type his name. Those who know, will know. There’s not much space for hate in my heart.

65) Favorite term of endearment? Bub, sweetie, baby.

66) Who was your celebrity/fictional gay awakening? Clexa, Clarke and Lexa in the 100.

67) Intimidating girls or kind girls. Intimidating, I like a challenge.

68) What do you look for in a possible partner? Good personality with a great sense of humor.

69) Do you tend to like more masculine, feminine or androgynous girls? Androgynous.

70) Are you good at flirting? I think so? I don’t know, never asked anyone.

71) Who was the first person you came out to? My friend group that I used to hang with at school.

72) Do you have any friends who are wlw? Yes, a few actually.

73) Is your crush wlw? Yes she is.

74) Last person to make you reconsider your sexuality? Myself.

75) Write a short love poem to your crush/self? No, I don’t do poems, sorry.

76) Do you fall in love easily? Yes, I just don’t trust easily to either let them close or to actually confess.

77) Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about? Yes, like I mentioned, there’s this person T. I don’t speak his name for a reason.

78) Are you good at hiding your feelings? Yes, I think so. I’ve worn a mask for more than 5 years.

79) Are you a forgiving person? Yes, sometimes I forgive too much.

80) What is your “type”? Kind, funny, loyal, adorable. Brown hair, taller but younger.

81) Fall asleep in her arms or rub her back until she falls asleep in yours? Depends on how we’re feeling.

82) Tall girls or short girls? Tall girls.

83) Hugs or kisses? Hugs, I could cuddle 24/7.

84) Twirl her around or get twirled? Twirl her around.

85) Tummy kisses or thigh kisses? Thigh kisses.

86) Hairline kisses or neck kisses. Definetly neck kisses.

87) Play with her hair or stroke her tummy? Play with her hair.

88) Making out or soft kisses? Soft kisses.

89) Hugs around the neck or hugs around the waist? Hugs around the waist.

90) How confident are you in your sexuality. I’m strongly confident I like girls.

91) When you like someone do you blush or get butterflies in your stomach? I get butterflies in my stomach.

92) Have you ever liked a friend as more than a friend? Yep, my recent crush.

93) How old were you when you realised you were into girls? 13 or 14 years old.

94) Most embarrassing thing you’ve done in front of a cute girl? Shove a whole cookie/brownie in my mouth.

95) Do you have a favorite lesbian ship? Is it canon? I have two of them, one became canon for only a short period of time Clexa. The other one didn’t become canon but a promised deleted kiss scene was finally released, Bechloe.

96) What is the most aggravating things someone has said to you about your sexuality? Look at them, it’s another one of those lesbian couples.

97) When was the last time a girl made your heart flutter? Last week, I was on the couch with my crush. Just looking at her, sitting there, being beautiful. That was more than enough to make my heart flutter.

98) What is love to you? A relationship based on communication, connection, trust and love.

Try this, it was actually fun to make and to go through the questions.

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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36 Questions to Fall in Love

Summary: When Derek bets Spencer that he cant make someone fall in love with him in a week, he doesn’t expect Spencer to marry the girl the next day

warnings: strangers to lovers, blind dates, betting, talks of: drug use, drug addiction, abusive marriages, rape, sexual assault, abuse, attempted murder, mass shootings, parental death, love confessions, elopements, opposite of slow burn

word count: 8K

A/N: this is based on a request I received a while back about this article

Derek was a betting man, to say the least. He knew Spencer was from Vegas, he also knew Emily couldn’t say no to a challenge and that Rossi had enough money to burn. Betting at work was the best way to have fun when he worked there, and now he can’t stop.

“I’m not saying con a woman into loving you, I’m saying let us find a girl and let’s see if she can fall in love with you, take a week off from work and just spend time wooing her, and in a week, me or Emily will hit on her, if she turns us down for you, then you’ve won.”

Derek explained it like it was simple, and yet the mere thought of being set up with someone was horrifyingly nerve-wracking. But he got Spencer to agree… unbeknown to him that he had another bet going on the side.

You see earlier that day he was invited to Penelope’s apartment, her younger sister was moving in for a little while and they needed a big strong man to help move the boxes. And like Penelope, Y/N was really chatty and overly friendly really fast. It was like he’s always known Y/N Garcia.

She explained to Derek how hard it was in California to find good men who want someone to love them, she’s tired of guys thinking she comes on too fast, she wants someone who wants to settle and have kids and be a dad. Not a Vain narcissist who only cares about what the city can offer him.

“The last guy I went on a date with literally ran when I mentioned I read a New York Times article about 36 questions to make you fall in love… I just want a person to love? Is that really so hard?”

A lightbulb goes off in Derek’s mind, and Penelope almost reads it.

“Spencer.” They both reply with the same cheeky grin.

“I bet you, you could be as insane as you say you are and he’d still be in love with you by the end of the week.” Derek teases, and the way she smiles shows just how interested she is.

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Woo her.

The words have rattled around in his brain every second of every moment since Derek said he found a girl for him.

She was free on Saturday, all Spencer had to do was tell Derek where she should meet him and all Penelope had to do was not mention to Spencer that she had a sister, it was up to Y/N when Spencer learned that fact.

She’s already there at the restaurant when he arrives, he’s not sure what he was expecting when Derek said he found the perfect girl but it wasn’t this. He was thinking it was going to be a joke, that either no one would show or Derek was hooking him up with some hot blonde who was way out of his league.

She was beautiful in a nice dress, her makeup was stunning and she looked so content sitting there, waiting for him. Starring her ice water with a straw, she wasn’t paying any attention to the room, she barely knew he was there.

“Hi?” He said softly, not wanting to startle her.

“Hi,” she beamed up at him, that same unsure look on her face. Neither of them was expecting anything from the other, but they were pleasantly surprised.

“Spencer Reid,” he says, actually extending a hand to shake her’s because it’s the chivalrous thing to do.

She reaches out her hand, watching him take it and kiss her knuckle softly, she’s so surprised. “Oh, um, Y/N Garcia,” she whispers the name and his eyes go wide.

“Garcia?” He panics a little, sitting down in the booth and facing her as her face drops at his reaction.

“Did he not tell you I’m Penelope’s sister? I knew Derek was up to something,” she looked like it was all too good to be true, upset almost.

“He didn’t, he probably wanted you to tell me, I mean this all so we can get to know each other,” Spencer shrugs it off, interested in seeing why Derek picked her of all people.

“I guess,” she smiled again, “so what do you do?”

“I work with Penelope, I specialize more in psycho-linguistics and geographical profiling.”

She nods in approval, “I’m a high school English teacher.”

Spencer laughs lightly, “what’s that like?”

“Interesting to say the least, especially in California. Every kid there wants to be on TikTok, no one cares about reading any of the books I ask them too,” she just shakes her head. “I’m worried about the next generation.”

“Me too, it’s almost alarming how many kids are unsubs,” he agrees. She’s so easy to talk to, he’s suddenly not nervous anymore and the waiter is coming to take their order.

He never even opened the menu, “what looks good?” He asks Y/N, nervous and she can tell.

“I think I’m going to have the lobster, let’s go all out?” She shrugged again, both of them feeling more adventurous than normal.

“I’ll have that as well,” Spencer smiled, keeping eye contact with only her as she handed the menus back to him.

They ordered sides and appetizers, stuffed mushrooms and fresh bread, it was amazing. They traded small facts about each other, Spencer noticed a lot of Penelope’s quirks in her, she was very friendly and kind and funny. She loved to tease him and make him laugh, his stomach hurt by the time their lobsters came out.

“I’ve never done this before,” she admits, putting on her bib and holding the claw cracker in one hand.

“Neither have I, but I think it’s fairly simple you just need to apply the correct amount of pressure,” he demonstrates by picking up the crustacean and cracking it at its weakest point before twisting it open.

He’s surprised he did it, so is she as she copies is movements and struggles a bit. “You got it, come on,” he encourages her as she squeezed so hard her hands shake but the shell does eventually crack.

She smiles like she just won the science fair, overly proud as they stare at each other. Enamoured already by just how cute the other was.

“So, what do you do for fun outside being a fed?” She teases between bites.

“I like to spend my time finding new things, I tend to go to the same spots often but I’m always looking for new places. I like the theatre, the old cemetery is nice, I’m excited for the new phantasmagoria to open this fall,” he explains all his interests as he cracks away at his dinner. “I just like to try and appreciate what’s out there, after everything I see.”

“That’s really nice, I’ve always wanted to go to a phantasmagoria actually, science magic is the best kind of magic,” she says it like it’s nothing, almost embarrassed by the interest.

“Me too, I love magic,” Spencer lights up, “I can actually do some magic, hold on.”

He digs his NA chip out of his pocket, showing it to her quickly before making it disappear and reappear behind her ear and she was so smitten, “how the heck?” She asked as she reached for her own ear, shocked at the fact he could do it.

“Do you always keep a coin on you for that?”

He thinks about it for a second, not knowing if he should tell her or not. “No, I keep this on me for support.”

He places it on the table, she picks it up instead and inspects it carefully, “2 years is a really long time, I’m really proud of you.”

He feels like he falls in love with her in that moment, she places the chip back in his hand and smiles, “it’s not easy to admit nor recover from, it’s something you should be really proud of Spencer.”

“Thank you,” he blushes, “um, is there anything else you want to know about me?”

She bites the inside of her lip as she thinks, “actually I was reading an article the other day that said there are a list of personal questions you can ask someone and by the end of all of them you should be in love with the person.”

He thought it was a good opportunity to take a sip of water, upon hearing the word love he realizes it was a mistake. He chokes lightly, coughing as he puts the glass back down and apologizes.

“Love?” He repeats the word.

“I’m going to be real honest here Spencer, I don’t date to get my heartbroken, I date to find my life partner so if you’re not interested in marriage or kids one day tell me now,” she’s very stern about it and he can tell she’s gotten her hopes up and heart broken before.

“I want that too, I just didn’t expect you to be so upfront about it,” he’s honest, because clearly that’s what she wants from him. “What was on the question list?”

“Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?” She asks, remembering the questions easily.

“Wow,” he takes a moment to think about it, “alive or dead?”

“Sure, why not,” she shrugs.

“Probably biological Eve,” he comes to the decision rather quickly. “I’ve always been fascinated with the fact all humans can be traced back to one single women. I’m sure she was amazing, it must have been so interesting being the first women on earth.”

“That is the coolest answer anyone has ever given me,” she smiles, “I think I’d be boring and have dinner with Julia Roberts.”

“She’s a very talented actress,” he smiles, recognizing the name from Penelope’s movie nights. “Um, I have an eidetic memory, do you have the list I can just read it once and then we can spit it back and forth easily.”

She looks at him with wide eyes and a growing smile, “yeah hold on.” She takes out her cellphone and pulls up the article before handing it to him.

He reads it quickly and then hands it right back, she was amazed, surely it was a joke? “Would I like to be famous?” He repeats the next question to himself.

“No,” he’s very certain. “I’ve had some encounters with psychopaths who think they are my biggest fans, perfect match or my only rival, and it’s not fun. I’m sure being adored is lovely, but I don’t like the attention if it’s not from a good place.”

“So you want praise but you don’t want a stalker?” She dumbs it down slightly with a smile, “I definitely don’t want to be famous because I don’t like other peoples opinions about me.”

“That’s incredibly fair.”

“Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say?” She asks the next one.

“If it’s for work or my mother, yes,” he answers it completely honestly. “I prefer not to make phone calls, so when I have to make them I typically spend the day before panicking.”

She smiles, “well, if you ever need someone to call tech support and pretend to be you, I am really good on the phone.”

“Like Penelope?”

She nods, “we spent a lot of time talking on the phone when she moved to Virginia for your team.”

“That must have been really hard, I’m surprised she hasn’t mentioned you yet?”

“I’m not really her sister,” she smiles, “I wish I was. I met her during a really abusive relationship and I didn’t feel close to my parents anymore, so my old name didn’t feel right either. Penelope and her brothers were the closest thing I had to family, so I took their name after my divorce.”

“That’s beautiful,” his smile is so soft, she wonders if he feels the same about Penelope.

“What do you consider a perfect day?” She moves on before she can pry into his personal life further, just to pry into his personal life further— in another direction.

“Nobody dies.”

“Even the bad guys?” She squints as she asks it, wondering if that was an appropriate topic for the first date.

“I’m not a fan of the prison system, and I’m really not a very big fan of suicide by cop, let alone lethal injection,” he explained. “Just because you’re a murderer or a psychopath doesn’t mean you have to die too, there is rehabilitation and a way to keep them sane and alive while keeping people safe. I just hate when people die.”

“Me too,” her smile is sad, “my perfect day would be having my parents back, I’d like to show them my degree and go out for ice cream and give them another hug.”

“We should have our perfect days back to back,” his voice is low, he was nervous to say it. “Cause then once you bring them back, I stop people from dying and they can stay forever.”

He sees her heartbreak as the tears well in her eyes, “that would be nice.”

“Um,” he clears his throat and then takes a sip of water. “When was the last time you sang to yourself, or someone else?”

“I was singing in the car on the way here,” she smiles with a sniffle, “I sing a lot actually. I’m always humming or tapping as well, if my mind is wandering then it has to make some kind of noise.”

“What is your favourite thing to hum?” He can’t stop himself from asking it, “I personally do the muppets, duh duh nanana, manamanah.”

She laughs again, and a tear slips out as her eyes close. She hurries to wipe it away, “I often find myself doing the teletubbies song, you know; ‘Tinky-Winky, Dipsy,’” she sings the words before humming the tune to match.

“That’s a good one too,” Spencer is really enthusiastic suddenly, the way he would be with Penelope. He was really comfortable. “If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want?”

“Mind, because that’s how you keep a good body. If I can keep the strength and willpower to get up in the mornings and go to work and remember why I love being alive, I’ll be young forever,” she answers like it’s rehearsed.

“I was going to say I’d want my mind too, but the way you said it is a lot more elegant,” he teases. “My mom has Alzheimer's, you were honest about wanting kids and you should know that's genetic. I can also pass on schizophrenia and any other mental illness, like depression, bipolar disorder and most definitely anxiety—

“Spencer,” she reaches across the table for his hand, “breathe, that’s not scary to me. My grandma had it too, I’m not optimal gene-wise either.”

He takes a deep breath, “Sorry.”

“It makes you real to react like that, I don’t mind seeing that side of you. Fake strong men and men who compensate are the worst, in my opinion.”

“Mine too,” he agrees. “I am an anxious worrier, I barely sleep, I’m terrified of the dark, I have PTSD nightmares about my short stay in prison, and I cry a lot when I’m alone.”

“It was a mistake clearly? The prison stay, that is.”

“Yeah,” he nods, moving to the next question. “Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die?”

She laughs through her nose at the switch topic change, “well until I was 19 I thought my husband was going to kill me, then I thought maybe it would be myself, now I’m content dying in my sleep when I'm old.”

“It is ever-changing,” he agrees. “I have died before.”

“What did it feel like?”

She doesn’t ask how, she knows he was sober, she knows he’s been to prison, she knows he’s an agent. It wasn’t a surprise. Penelope even almost died once before, it was an unfortunate part of the job.

“Warm.”

“Like soothing warm, like drinking a hot chocolate, or that uncomfortable warm like being in a hot car?”

“Like a hug.”

Her lips purse, she hums a bit. “Yeah, my answer stays the same.”

“Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common.”

“You like to learn,” she smiles again. “You enjoy the mysteries and the horribleness of the world because it keeps you grounded. You love your mom.”

“We love Penelope, our hearts have similar scars, life has been mean to us for no reason,” he adds 3 more for good measure.

“What are you grateful for in life?” She asks the next question.

“I’ve never said this before,” he prefaces, “but found family. If it wasn’t for my team, no matter who was coming and going over the years, anyone who has had my back. Anyone who loves me in any capacity. That’s what I’m grateful for.”

“We’re not even through the first set of questions and I can see why everyone loves you,” she admits. Moving far too fast, doing exactly what Derek wanted from her.

To scare him and see if he still stays.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Spencer stops the questions, “I can’t continue if I can’t tell you this.”

“Yeah, what’s wrong?”

“Derek and Emily bet me $20 that I couldn’t get someone to fall in love with me, he wanted to set this up and then hit on you in a week and see if you picked me over him, and it feels like a really shitty thing to do to you. It’s making me feel like you’re an object more than a person and I feel really bad about it.”

She just laughs and he has no idea why. “He bet me that I could be as insane as I am with most of my dates and you’d still want to stay with me after a week.”

“You’re not mad?” He worries, by passing her words and the implications of it all.

“No, did you truly mean how you feel?”

“Yes…”

“Then I accept your apology, you’re really kind Spencer. I believe you when you speak, I trust you,” she explains her reasoning and he settles once more. “You’re the most real man I’ve ever met, I think.”

“Thank you,” he smiles again, reaching out for her hand once more, “do you want to finish these questions?”

“Not really,” she smirks, “I think they were wrong about all 35 of them making you fall in love with someone.”

“How so?”

“It only took me 9.”

It’s so absurd they start to laugh, making eye contact, they feel delirious. His hand in hers, she squeezes it lightly and he never wants to let it go.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

“Sure, did you drive?” She asks.

“No, I walked over.”

She gets up from the table and takes his hand once more, “well, are we going to mine or yours?”

“Are you living with Penelope?”

“Yours it is then,” she teases, bumping his shoulder. This was going to be fun.

Spencer pays for their meal and meets her out front, he gets in her passenger seat and gives her the directions. “Do you want to finish the questions on the drive?” He asks.

“Hmm, well, 11 is a long one, if you want to start telling me your life story in graphic detail? Or we can jump to 12 and you can tell me what super ability you’d like to wake up with?”

“Have you ever watched star trek?”

She’s not expecting that, it makes her take a double-take, she laughs lightly, “Yeah, why?”

“Deanna Troi can sense peoples emotions, I think that would really help with my job,” he explains it easily. “And in times like this.”

“I can just tell you,” she offers, pulling into his apartment complex, she can tell why he walked.

“You don’t have to yet, let it simmer,” he smiles softly, he’s not ready for her to make a decision like loving him when she really doesn’t know everything yet. “Come inside?”

She nods, getting out and taking his hand again for the walk inside. His house is green, and it makes sense. There are door wooden bookshelves and the distant smell of old books and spilled coffee, it’s dusty and old and very Spencer.

“Can I tell you some of my story?” She asks as she kicks her shoes off.

“Absolutely,” he follows her lead, “do you want anything, wine, water?”

“Wine would be nice,” she smiles, following him to the kitchen, “you know my favourite place to talk to someone is in the kitchen.”

“Why?”

“It's the heart of the house,” she smiles slightly, “that's what my mom used to say. This is where all the love happens.”

He loves her and he knows it already, she makes him happy and calm and if she’s in the heart of his house she might as well know all of his own heart.

“I was born in Vegas,” Spencer admits, pushing his life story past his lips before she can stop him or else he wouldn’t.

“My mom was a professor, my dad is an attorney, I have always been really smart and not so athletic, I enjoy chess and reading and I had big thick glasses as a child. My mom participated in a murder and my dad covered it up and that ruined their marriage but they blamed it on her schizophrenia when he left. And then I was left to raise her when she was supposed to be raising me. I cared for her until I turned 13, I left her during the weeks and my aunt would make sure she was okay and I would travel back and forth from CalTech and Vegas on the weekends.”

She can see the exhaustion on his face at just remembering it.

“I got my licence at 16, and then I took her car and it was easier. When I was 18 I put her in a sanatarium and sold her house and took a road trip with my friend to Virginia to go to the academy. He didn’t like it after a week and asked me to go with him to New Orleans and I didn’t— I met my mentor and joined the BAU instead. I was kidnapped and drugged by a man with DID… I died and then his personality switched and Tobias brought me back. I had an addiction to Dilaudid for a few months after, then I got sober after visiting Ethan in New Orleans.”

“Was he good to you?”

“Wonderful,” he smiles, “he was my shoulder to cry on for a long time and I didn’t realize how much I needed him in my recovery until we got a case and I had a reason to see him. I missed a plane and ignored my friends to just be with him. He’s the reason I got clean, not anything else… he told me that I was too special to hate myself, and he was right.”

“He was,” she smiles. “He sounds lovely.”

“And then, the first time I saw my mom after putting her in the sanatarium was because she told parts of our case to a man who lost his daughter, and he did a lot of messed up stuff… like he shot my co-worker. She was another special person to me—“

“I’m so sorry.”

He smiles, “she lived, don’t worry. I loved Elle, she was amazing but the bureau didn’t see that. She was a broken toy to them, we all become one eventually. I miss her a lot.”

She walks into his space and wraps her arms around him, giving him a hug as he rests against the counter, she makes no attempt to move back. Holding him in the heart of the house, close to her own. He holds her back just as tight.

“Maeve, she was another person I loved who got shot, she died. I see her sometimes when I sleep, she visits me when I’m in the most need. I’ll always love her, but she’s gone. The only other woman who claims to have loved me was a psychopath who is dead now too, she framed me for murder, had me drugged, kidnapped my mother and the list goes on and it’s not pretty. In prison she had a lot of bad things happen to me, I have scars that will never heal and a part of me was lost but I’m okay now.”

They have a moment of silence in the middle of their stories, she absorbs it while preparing her own, rubbing his back as her cheek stays pressed to his chest.

“I was born in California, my parents were high school sweethearts, they made me at prom. Learned that from the scrapbooks,” she laughs against his chest, “they were great and then they died when I was 14, it was a mass shooting at a mall, and I went to a foster home. I married the oldest son in the home after he groomed me for a few years… I met Penelope when I was 20 and she helped me get divorced and back on my feet and her brothers protected me.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry you relate to loss.”

“It's the one thing that unites us all, really,” Spencer’s voice is barely a whisper. “When you think about it, we’re all born and we all die, the only difference is how we fill the middle.”

They never get to that bottle of wine he mentioned, she pulls back and asks the next question as she drags him to his bedroom. “If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future, or anything else, what would you want to know?”

“If I get to have kids.”

She drags him into the room and closes the door, “that was going to be my answer.”

“Is there something that you've dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven't you done it?” He asks as she starts to take her clothes off.

“Sleep beside the love of my life.”

“I’ve never woken up beside the love of my life,” he replies with a soft smile and follows suit, getting undressed down to their underwear before climbing in bed.

“Greatest accomplishment?” She asks as they settle in, laying her cheek on his chest once more.

He takes a moment to think of everything he’s done that has been good, and one really stands out. “there was a case a few years back, we found a bunch of kids who went missing and returned them to their families and gave answers to the families of children who didn’t make it. Days like that feel like a reward.”

“Getting divorced,” she pushes the words out quickly.

“Most valued friendship?” He asks, knowing she doesn’t need to explain herself.

“Penelope.”

“Derek.”

“Most treasured memory?”

“When JJ placed her son in my arms and told me I was his godfather,” his voice is hushed and she knows it’s because he doesn’t want to cry. “It's the closest I’ve gotten to being a father so far.”

“I got an end of the year present when I was first starting out, this girl told me that I was the reason she enjoyed reading again and it was the reason I started teaching, I’ll never forget her. Tammy Brownlee, she graduated in 2009 and we’ve been Facebook friends ever since.”

“Most terrible memory?”

“My parents dying.”

“You’d think mine would be dying right?” He asked, she nodded against his chest, “it was actually being held down by 3 men, getting a sock shoved in my mouth while they beat me.”

She kissed his chest softly, “I’m sorry, I know that feeling. Mind you, he was only 1 man, it’s not a good feeling.”

“If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?”

“If it’s definite; not like a chance or a cancer statistic, if it’s like this is the day you die no ifs and's or butts, then I’d just continue as normal and have 1 really awesome day right before,” she smiles against him. “Make the most of it all.”

“If I was dying a year today, I’d ask you to marry me.”

“Already?” She laughs, thinking he’s kidding.

“You want a nice husband and a kid? I will be good for you as long as I know you, and I’ll have as many kids as you want me to help you make.”

She’s silent as she thinks about it. “What does friendship mean to you?”

“Someone who is there for you even when they don’t want to be, even when it’s hard,” Spencer whispers, thinking about his friends.

“It means hacking the government and voiding a marriage and changing someone's name so they can escape,” Y/N whispers. “don’t tell the feds she did that too.”

“What roles do love and affection play in your life?”

“I crave it and hardly receive it, but I give it out like it’s a sample at costco,” she snickers at the example she gave. “It’s something that people have always admired about me and yet it’s also the thing that scares people away. When I love, I love hard and it’s full and annoying and you will feel suffocated sometimes, but just tell me when and I’ll back off.”

“I don’t know how to ask for what I need,” Spencer whispers. “But I need someone to love me like that.”

“The next one is to alternate 5 good things about each other,” she rests her chin on her hand as she looks up at his face in the darkness, “soft.”

He pauses for a moment, bypassing the easiest one and saying pretty, instead, he says; “you’re honest.”

“You’re very caring,” she replies.

“You see beauty in the world still.”

She smiles at that one, “you make the world beautiful.”

“You are beautiful.”

“And you’re handsome, that’s my 4th,” she keeps track in her head.

“You’re true, to your heart, your promises, everything.”

“And you’re real, you see the world for what it is and you don’t try to change it for the better. You want to make it manageable,” her explanation is the longest one yet. “Was your childhood happy, and do you feel close with your family still?”

“I write to my mom every single day and I drop the notes off weekly, and no,” he doesn’t want to cry, but he feels like he might again. “It was liveable, I made it.”

“Mine was happy until I was 14, then I was alone, I have 1 living aunt and she is strange but I get a card from her every Christmas,” Y/N adds. “I’d like to think your lack of love and my need to fill the world with what I miss from my parents will make a really good family dynamic.”

“Me too.”

“How do you feel about your relationship with your mother?” She asks, “I think I know already, but it’s the next one.”

“She hit me a few years ago because I made her take some medicine, she hit me once when I was a kid too…” he whispers them so that they stay a secret, if they can’t be heard else where then they don’t exist in his mind. “She was a wonderful mother but the worst memories stick out the most now. She’s forgetting everything and all I can remember is how hard it’s been on me, like a bad son.”

“My mom was my best friend, and I still talk to her every day, I bring her and my dad around with me in my necklace,” she pulls the chain on her neck and shows him the little jar. “Mom, Dad, this is Spencer. Spencer, this is my mom and dad.”

He holds it in his hand and tips it gently, “nice to meet you.”

“The next one is weird,” she changed the topic again.

“Make three true "we" statements each. For instance, "We are both in this room feeling…" Spencer says it verbatim. “We are both feeling understood.”

“We are both hopeful.”

“We are both falling in love,” Spencer ends the feelings with the most prominent one.

“We are,” she agrees with another smile.

“Finish this,” he insists on moving forward, “I wish I had someone I could share…”

“The rest of my life with,” she whispers this time. “If we become besties, what’s something I should know?”

“I think I’ve told you all the important stuff so far,” Spencer thinks hard, pausing for a moment. “My butt is ticklish?”

It makes her giggle, “that is a good one. My sides and the bottom of my feet are ticklish too.”

“Tell your partner what you like about them; be very honest this time, saying things that you might not say to someone you've just met,” Spencer reads the question back from memory, “don’t be afraid to be too honest.”

“I like that you know how I feel but I hate that you’ve been hurt. I like how you listen to me, and I really like how comfortable you make me feel. I’m almost naked in your bed right now and I know you’d never, ever hurt me, and I haven’t felt that in a really long time.”

“I like that you are indulging me in the dream of becoming a husband and a dad one day… most people say it’ll happen but they never picture it. No one has ever said yeah id have your kids. I like that you know what you want and you’re actively looking for it.”

She moves up so she can hold his face in her hands, “only 7 more. Is it working?”

He nods, “my most embarrassing moment is the time I had a wet dream on the work jet.”

She laughs and then covers her mouth in panic, “I’m sorry that’s not funny.”

“It is, it’s fine,” he smiles. “I was dreaming about kissing this actress we helped, she actually did kiss me in the pool, so I guess it was bound to happen.”

She leans in and presses her lips against his, holding his cheeks in her hands his wrap around her waist as he holds her there. She peppers smaller kisses to his lips before pulling back, “we both cried in front of each other already today, so next question.”

“Tell me what you like about me already?”

Her hands trail his chest and down towards his boxers, he’s hard again from just kissing and she smirks, “this is promising.”

His hand on her back unclips her bra, “I love boobs, not even going to lie. They are my weakness.”

She pushes the straps down and tosses her bra aside, pressing her naked chest against his, she moves on. “What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about?”

“Being called insane, saying I'm seeing things, or acting crazy, those are things I don’t like to be told because they make my anxiety worse.”

“Noted,” she smiles. “I talk to myself a lot so get ready for that.”

“Okay,” he smiles, she’s way too easy to be real.

“I don’t want to mention my last husband from here on out, I think if I get married again I will never tell anyone I have a first husband,” she’s firm in her words.

“Technically, Y/N Garcia has never had a husband,” he reminds her.

Her face lights up at the realization, “you’re right.”

“If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why haven't you told them yet?” Spencer asks.

“I regret not screaming at my ex before I disappeared but I wanted to live.”

He hums, understanding how it feels. “There isn’t anyone in specific I’ve wanted to tell this to, but I wanted to kill people when I was in prison. It made me really angry being in there and I let myself dream about killing people who hurt me and then I almost did kill someone.”

“Remember what you said about bad guys?” She whispers a helpful tip, “even the worst people deserve to have a chance at life. And you’re not hardly as bad as the worst people you’ve met.”

“You’re right,” he agrees. “Thank you.”

“This place burns down, what’s one thing you’d run back inside for? Outside of people and animals…” she asks the 3rd last question.

“The book Maeve gave me.”

“The girlfriend who died?” She confirms, and he nods. “If my place with Penelope burned down, I just want my necklace and I don’t take it off that often.”

“The next question is interesting,” Spencer thinks about it, “Of all the people in your family, whose death would you find most disturbing, and why?”

“I’m glad I wasn’t at the mall with my parents, if I saw them get shot it would hurt more,” she whispers. “I’m sorry you had to see Maeve die like that.”

“In a way, I’m glad I saw Maeve get shot, otherwise I wouldn’t have believed it. She never felt real to me and then she was dead…”

She just hums, “Share a personal problem and ask your partner's advice on how he or she might handle it,” she whispers the last question.

“Also, ask your partner to reflect to you how you seem to be feeling about the problem you have chosen,” Spencer adds in the second half.

“I need to find a place to stay now that I’m here, I don’t want to keep living with Penelope. As much as I love her, I want my own place,” Y/N admits.

“I think I’m in love with this girl that I just met and I don’t know if it’s too soon to ask her to look for a house with me?” Spencer pretends to sigh, “she’s super cool and I think we’d make some nice kids. I would love some advice.”

“Has she told you she loves you yet?” She teases.

Spencer shakes his head. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too, Spencer,” she replies, leaning in one more time to kiss him.

It’s deeper this time, she breathes him in and rests her forehead against his as she breathes between them.

“How did that work?” She whispers, truly amazed at how easy it was.

He shrugs, “it’s a good questionnaire.”

“You were really honest, your heart is really pure and I would like to get to know you more, but I feel like I know everything?” She shakes her head while she talks, overthinking all the things she has learned, “I don’t even know what could be left?”

“My birthday is October 28th?” He whispers, “we have a lot to discover yet.”

—

When she doesn’t come home in the morning, Penelope knows she’s at Reid’s house. She just doesn’t expect to walk in and find them naked in Reid’s bed, out cold and cuddled together with their clothes all over the room.

It looks like something happened. If only she knew the truth.

“Oh my god?” Penelope’s voice wakes them up and Spencer scrambles to make sure they are covered by his blankets.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N shouts as she wakes up.

“I came to see if you were okay. I expected one of you to be on the couch, I didn’t think it went this good?”

“We just slept in the same bed, I promise,” Spencer turned bright red as he panicked, “we just got to know each other and talked all night, in what we normally sleep in.”

“Uh-huh,” Penelope smirks, “so I take it the 36 questions worked?”

“Perhaps,” Y/N smirks back at her sister.

“Do you use it on many people?”

“No one has made it past the first question,” she smiles at him instead, kissing his cheek as Penelope watches.

“That’s my queue to go, um… yeah, wow, I didn’t see this happening so fast,” Penelope is shocked but in the best way.

She leaves just as fast as she arrived and Y/N settles back into Spencer the second she closes the bedroom door. “You know, if she’s not going to believe us we might as well do it? If you accidentally get me pregnant then we can move fast and no one will question it.”

He laughs, “accidentally, is the key word there.”

“My parents made me at prom after crushing on each other for 2 years… I think knowing each other for 2 days isn’t the weirdest way to start a family?”

“Honestly,” Spencer lets out a sigh and her happy mood drops to a more serious one. “I was a little worried that we’d wake up this morning and you’d change your mind.”

“Why?”

“In the heat of the moment, learning everything about each other and saying I love you was really exhilarating, but I have a hard time believing it,” he admits, “not many people mean it, or stay around after they tell me they love me.”

She cuddles back into the crook of his neck and holds him as tightly as possible, wrapping a leg around him for optimal coverage, “I am staying right here, because I love you, Spencer.”

“Okay,” he whispers. Sounding like he still doesn’t believe it.

“I love you because you’re honest, you want what I want and you’re truly kind. You’re friends with my sister, you’re smart, you would make a great dad, you won't hurt me, you are really nice to cuddle with, and I know you mean it when you say you love me because it’s not a word you use lightly.”

“Are you my girlfriend now?” He wonders aloud, “cause if you really want to have a kid, I have my mom's old wedding ring in my closet, and I would rather be married to you before we do that?”

“Okay,” she whispers, tears welling in her eyes as she hides her face in his neck, “the courthouse is literally just down the road?”

“We can get breakfast together after?” Spencer adds, rubbing her back as they plan, he wasn’t scared anymore.

“Penelope will kill me if she’s not there, can we have her as our witness?” Y/N finally sits up to look at him, pulling away to sit on the bed, still shirtless.

His smile while he tries to keep eye contact with her is so funny, she giggles a little as she hides her nipples behind her palms and cups her boobs.

“I’m pretty sure she’s still in my living room,” Spencer giggles, “Penelope!?”

She comes back in then, “yes?”

“We’re going to the courthouse to get married, wanna come?” Y/N asks with an embarrassed smile.

“Yes!” She cheers, “I’ll go get you a dress!”

And then she’s off again, this time actually leaving Spencer’s apartment. “What if we don’t tell Derek, and let him hit on me next week anyway?

“Then you can say ‘sorry I have a husband,’ and he’ll body slam me to the floor,” Spencer laughs nervously, “the whole team is going to be so pissed they missed my wedding…”

She frowns, “send out a mass text, tell them to meet us at the court house, it’s their day off right?”

“You’re right,” he smiles.

This was going to be interesting.

—

Walking out of the courthouse, hand in hand, she’s in a white dress, he’s in a suit he’d probably wear to work, Penelope is crying and the whole team is waiting outside for them.

At the bottom of the courthouse steps, they all clap and cheer, throwing rice at them like an old movie, Spencer’s smiling so hard his cheeks are burning. Y/N introduces herself to everyone, hugged over and over by everyone she should have met 15 years ago.

Derek is tapping his foot, waiting for Spencer to come and hug him, “what the fuck?” He asks as Spencer steps into his space, wrapping his arms around him and shaking his back and forth.

“Nice try, I’ll give you $20 as a thank you,” Spencer teases as he pulls away. “She is perfect.”

JJ and Will are busy talking to Y/N when he turns around, Mike and Henry not far behind them. Spencer walks over and wraps Henry up in his arms, the kid was growing way too fast, Spencer loved him so much it hurt sometimes.

“Y/N, this is my godson,” Spencer introduces them, “Henry, this is Y/N.”

She gives him a big hug too, “do you have any cousins, Henry?”

“No, but I was 8 when Michael was born,” he smiles, “and I’m getting old enough to be a good babysitter?”

Spencer laughed, messing up Henry’s hair quickly with a smile, “I’m sure by the time you’re a cousin you’ll be great.”

They take a group photo outside, Spencer and Y/N in the middle, everyone was smiling. It was the first time all of them had been in a photo together, the entirety of Spencer’s found family. Now they were Y/N’s too.

She hyphenated her last name, Y/N Garcia-Reid, and their kids would share the same one. He was not only about became a father thanks to Y/N, but Penelope would also become an Aunt once more. It was like a gift that kept on giving, seeing Spencer and Y/N create a little family of their own.

—

She cried her eyes out when she met Diana. She wasn’t expecting to be so emotional, but then Diana was lucid and very welcoming and sweet.

“It’s going to be a pleasure having you as my daughter,” Diana smiles, thinking it was just a nice thing to say.

Y/N cries and holds her so tight Diana almost can’t breathe but she lets her hold her as long as she needs to, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome?”

“I haven’t had someone to call mom since I was 14,” Y/N whispers, “if that’s okay?”

Diana hugs her just a little too tight in response, “you can call me mom whenever you want.”

“Just until you become a grandma,” she whispers again as she pulls back and Diana’s attention snaps to Spencer.

“Are you trying?”

He nods, “we want kids, we’re not getting any younger.”

Diana wraps him up in a hug and he almost falls off his chair at the sheer force of it, she was so happy for him. She knew this was all he’s ever wanted; because he would be good at it, he had all this love in his heart, and he wanted to show his father how easy it is to stay.

“You’re going to be a great dad, Spencer,” she holds his cheeks as she pulls away, “I’m proud of you.”

He cried. It’s all he’s wanted from her, and now he has everything right here in this room.

—

When they find out they’re pregnant after the first try, it’s really funny to them. It was all working so well, it was a little too much for them at first. They were looking for a house, she was looking for a permanent teaching job but Spencer convinced her to wait until after the baby is born to go back.

They name her Morgan Garcia-Reid as a thank you for Derek’s little bet, and before she’s even 6 months old they’re pregnant again. By the time they have 4 kids under 5 they take a break and just enjoy their little family.

To think Derek gave them 7 days to fall in love… and then they lived happily ever after.

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