#she tells herself it's no big deal

[softquietsteadylove]

For the Doctor AU:

The… “aftermath” of their date, if you know what I mean… 🔥

They're making out like teenagers, stumbling in her door.

Obviously the date went well.

Gil kicks the door closed, still kissing her like he's being shipped off in the morning never to return. In reality, they both have 24 hours before they're on call again, if all goes smoothly.

"Gil," Thena whimpers, her arms around his neck he presses her back against the door. He's way too good at this. "Gil!"

"Hm?" he stops, tearing himself away from her in a grand effort. Her lip colour is all over him.

She laughs, reaching up to wipe it off his lips (not that it isn't a great colour on him). She shakes her head, "just...slow down. I'm not going anywhere."

"S-Sorry," he turns pink, contrasting the lip stain on him nicely. He helps her swipe it away and then swipes at the corners of her lips, too. "Got, uh, excited, I guess."

There is something always so sweet and endearing about him. Thena grins; if she had been nervous at all about finally going on an actual date, that was put to rest. "It's been a long couple of weeks."

Since their last...tryst.

He just nods, looking at her in a way that makes her need to look away from him. She looks over at the flowers he brought her when he picked her up. She stuck them in her fruit bowl with cold water because it turns out that she doesn't own a flower vase.

"Should I say goodnight?"

She looks up at him again. Of course he would ask that--give her the option. They were making out like he was going to fuck her against the door just a second ago. She shakes her head.

He leans down and kisses her again, gently and slowly this time. Not that she needs a special 'first time' treatment, or anything. It's far from their first time for...anything.

First real date, maybe. And it went smoothly, because it's still them. Although there's this fluttering sensation that's been happening more and more and more. And it started well before the sex did.

Thena throws her arms around his neck again, kissing him more fervently. He accepts and she pushes her tongue between his lips.

Gil moans as he tastes her, and the rumble of his chest against hers makes her brain see new colours. He holds her so gently, like she's this very precious thing.

She pushes closer, tugging at the lapels of his jacket in no particular direction. But it's in her way, regardless.

"Yeah?" he asks briefly, between their breathy, open kisses.

"Yeah," she confirms, nudging them in the direction of her bedroom. It's been a long couple of weeks indeed.

"C'mere," Gil mutters as he hoists her up, holding her by the waist and supporting her legs as they wind around him. He enters her room backwards, kicking the door closed again.

Thena pulls him with her. She pushes his jacket off his shoulders while also trying to keep kissing him. It's not exactly ergonomic.

"Hey," he chuckles, leaning up so he can remove it more easily. He looks down at her, and her impatient pouting. "I'm not going anywhere."

"What if I do want you going," her eyes run over him for a second, "somewhere."

He raises an eyebrow at her, looking awfully cool about it. He starts unbuttoning his shirt (maybe he's too patient). "Where do you want me?"

Her toes curl, and she clamps her lips closed before she can say something completely vulgar. He smirks at her visible restraint and tosses his shirt off before gripping his belt. "I'll surprise you."

Thena shudders as he kneels against the foot of her bed, trailing his hand from the strap of her heel up her calf to her thigh. She bites her lip as he hooks his finger into the top of her thigh-high stocking. He drags it down, making sure she can feel his finger against her skin the whole duration. His other hand is pulling her heel off.

"Did I tell you?" he asks all of a sudden, as if he's reminding her about a work schedule or a supply notice. He grins, though, tossing the stocking aside and letting his hand drift up her leg again. "You look stunning."

Yes, he did tell her that. And it made her bright red the first time and this time is no different. She looks away, "you might have mentioned it."

"Good," he chuckles, dragging the other stocking down with much less protraction. "Not that I could ever say it enough."

Thena lifts her hips as he starts dragging her dress up her body. She should have guessed Gil would be really into this part of things. She's never been much of a fan of it with her exes, but-

"Hey."

She opens her eyes, looking down at him poised between her legs. She resists the urge to tug her dress down.

"Try to relax," he says in that gentle, work-husband voice she's used to. His finger hooks into the side of her panties, "you're in good hands, Doc."

She almost chastises him for the cliche joke, but she doesn't get the chance as he runs his tongue over her. She slaps her hand over her mouth as some kind of completely new sound tears out of her.

Gil is capable of unwavering focus. He runs his tongue along her lips and through ever fold and crease he can find. Once that's done, he focuses on the little pearl of nerves presented to him. Actually, he knows her better than that, so he knows to focus his attention right above it, otherwise it's too much for her.

Thena groans into her palm and up at the ceiling. He's massaging the hood of her clit as he pushes two fingers into her, and she's already far beyond being able to speak coherently. "Fuck!"

"Let it out, baby," he says roughly against the inside of her thigh. He leaves a kiss there, but she knows he's grinning like a maniac.

She whines a bit as that feeling builds from below her belly to a burn in her chest. She doesn't like getting eaten out...didn't--she didn't like getting eaten out before. She should have known Gil was different in this way, too.

She brings her legs together and rolls onto her side, gripping the closest pillow she can as she comes. Her hips tremble and she bites into her lip as a string of appreciative noises escapes her.

Gil kisses up her back to her bare shoulder, pulling his fingers out gently. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, "you good?"

She presses her face into the sheets as she lets out a moan. She is so very, very good.

Gil licks his fingers clean - unnecessarily and embarrassingly loudly - before moving his hands to hers. He gently works to unclench her fists from around her already messy sheets. "Honey?"

Thena pushes her hips back against his, earning a groan from him for her efforts. She points to the far nightstand, "top drawer."

Gil heeds her, giving up on forcing her to look at him in all her glowing glory. He opens the drawer and gives the box of condoms a shake, "full box?"

She still doesn't look at him, "like I'd be using them by myself?"

She hears him shimmy back over to her on the bed. He leans down and kisses the back of her head. She whines again, "are you going to fuck me, or not?"

He accepts her raised hips, letting her push back into him as he rolls the condom on. He reaches up and pulls her dress zipper down, exposing the pale of her back and the strap of her bra. "Matching set?"

"I told you to let me get ready," she mutters in reply. In reality, half of that time was actually finding a set that was cute but not too desperate seeming.

Gil leans over her back to whisper closer to her ear, "are you?...ready?"

She nods as he helps her toss the dress aside, both of them naked and already finely sheened with sweat.

"Actually..."

"What now?" she glares back at him. He's going to be patient about this?!

He pulls her hair over her shoulder, kissing the base of her neck, "I wanna see that pretty face, Thena."

Again with those sweet words. She huffs, "you don't have to say things like that."

"Like what?" He can be a real tease sometimes. He chuckles he helps her roll over and slips a pillow behind her lower back. "That I wanna see how beautiful you are when I make love to you?"

Exactly like that. Thena rolls her eyes at him, so it won't seem like she's feeling shy after such corny compliments. Her chest is flushed rouge anyway. "Yes."

"Okay, I won't say it," he chuckles and leans down to kiss her again.

Her mouth drops open as he pushes into her. She almost forgot what it felt like to have him in her like this. But she could never forget that.

"You can feel it."

She digs her nails into his back, mostly so he stops talking and she can focus on how fucking good she feels. He moves gently at first, and she hooks one of her legs up around his back. "Fuck, Gil."

"Thena," he growls back, his hands moving endlessly between holding her hips and running through her hair and palming her breast.

She pulls them up to her breasts, which bounce and ripple with every slap of their hips coming together. He gets a handful of them, but his touch is both firm but gentle. She can feel the callouses on his hands as they move against her nipples.

"Thena, honey," he grunts as he picks up speed. He's always more vocal when they're fucking - making love, apparently - and she doesn't mind it at all.

Not that she wants to tell him that she likes it when he calls her stupid pet names and tells her she looks pretty and kisses her cheek in the morning. All the things she swore she didn't need in her life--too busy for them.

Now she craves Gil like the air she breathes.

"Gil," she whimpers, clawing at him, needing him closer as if he's not buried within her completely. They're as connected as can be and she still wants more--that's how down bad she is. "Baby, please!"

He grips her hips and pulls her up and smashes their hips together. He leans over her, coarse hair grinding against her clit with every movement. She can see the flush in his skin and how tight his throat is. He cradles her cheek in his palm, "right here, baby, all for you."

Fuck, does he ever make a mess of her.

"Gil!"

Thena comes first, crashing down and around him like a wave engulfs the shoreline. Her whole body tenses around him, from her insides to her legs wrapped around his hips to her nails on his back. She clings to him.

Gil lets her. He smashes their lips together and his hips buck a few times as he follows her into bliss. He stays close, whether because she keeps clawing him closer or because he also wants to be no more than a breath apart from her.

Thena tries to hold onto him but everything goes soft. Her arms lose their muscle and she flops to the bed, panting for breath and her hair spread around her.

Gil leans down to kiss her before lying beside her with a groan. He pulls her into his chest. "Baby?--you doin' okay?"

Thena lets go of her pride completely, purring as he cuddles her in his arms. She snuggles as close as she possibly can, which is already embarrassing enough. "Hm, I'm...I...I'm...yeah."

Gil chuckles, but he doesn't ask her what she was trying to say. She has no idea either, anyway. Probably just about to sing his praises in a way he would tease her about later. He rubs her back and runs his finger up and down her arm. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," she sighs, more sated than she can ever remember being. She really thought it would be the same as when they fuck in an on-call room, but she couldn't have been more wrong, she realises.

Gil kisses her forehead and starts moving around, but she's way too out of it to think about what he's doing. He could literally run a bath and sponge her off and she doesn't think she'd be aware of it.

"I'll be right back, sweetie," he kisses her cheek as he stands from the bed. He doesn't need direction; he knows where everything is.

"Hurry back," she mumbles, still a pile of goo in her own bed. She'll pull herself together when he gets back, she thinks. She just has to...recover.

They'll have to go on dates more often.

#Thenamesh Doctor AU #Thenamesh 18+ #it's time! #Gil finally gets to take his wife out on a proper date #And of course everything is perfect #he brings her flowers #she doesn't have a vase but they just laugh about it #Thena doesn't tell him that she literally sprinted around her apartment to get ready #she tells herself it's no big deal #she is not some spring chick going on a date with her crush #she is a grown woman and a doctor and Gil is her friend #wrong they make eyes at each other the whole night #they flirt the whole time #her foot kept brushing against his leg under the table at dinner #and they both knew what the offer to come in really meant #she hasn't been thinking of Gil picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder at all #also he makes her breakfast in bed the next morning #like a good husband

[akkivee]

For the next BAT audio drama I kinda hope they put Kuukou through the horrors, I love Kuukou and all but I want to know what the absolute fuck is his problem. I really hope we get to finally find out what happened to Mama Harai. What I think happened to Mama Harai is something involving the ocean, I always found it ironic that Kuukou dislikes the ocean considering where he lives so I thought maybe that has to do with Mama Harai not being around.

all i want is for kuukou to have fun and live life but yeah, we have reached the point where it’ll be straight bizarre if we don’t get his backstory lol. kuukou enjoying nature to the point he takes solace in it but dislikes the ocean is soooo telling

and so i hope it’s mama harai too lol!!!!! whether the drama is she gave kuukou a reason to hate the ocean, or is the reason he hates smoking and alcohol, or is the reason he naturally turns to self sacrifice, or all of the above!!!!! i would like to know lol!!!!!

#vee got an ask #i saw a post that mentioned hypmic likes to make their very obvious soulmates the same age #with rosasa and dohifu being quite literally in your face lol and you look at them with their similar goals and experiences #and turn to ichiro and kuukou who are also the same age and have been called soulmates in the stage and it makes you wonder lol #we just found out mama yamada is still alive and is likely going to be a source of conflict in some capacity for ichiro down the road #with rosasa dual dealing with rei shit and dohifu dual dealing with honobono #it makes me wonder if ichikuu will be dual dealing with mommy drama lol #idk whether to assume she’s alive and left kuukou or she’s dead #and that’s mostly bc nemu is also 19 and her mother died by su*cide after protecting her kids #which is something i’ve been wondering about kuukou’s self sacrifice as a skewed version of su*cide this is a whole thought process lmao #but ichiro being shaken by sacrifice likely bc of his mom and kuukou very willing to stake his life on the line may also stem from his mom #and that tells me she’s probably not alive #which would make sense since the most pivotal people in bat’s lives are also not alive lol 😭😭😭 #like big fear for me is that she couldn’t stand temple life and drowned herself in the ocean #and kuukou with his uncanny ability to be in the right place watched it happen unable to save her and almost died himself trying #i have questions lol!!!!!! it’d be nice if i finally got SOME answers!!!!!!!!!!!

[lucy-moderatz]

#tv: sex and the city #satcedit #sex and the city #satc #what a queen #because samantha does not insert herself in her friends' business #she'll tell you what she thinks but she never intervenes #but carrie is incapable of setting up boundaries with big #(and this point) #and big is incapable of reading the fucking room #so for sam to step in and say 'hey back the fuck off you can still do a lot of damage here' #that's a huge deal #and to big's credit he listens and backs off #god bless you sam #character: samantha jones #things i made

[loverboybreakdowns]

im so tired

#its exhausting living here #im the bad guy in every situation #every time i dont accomodate her stupid bullshit whims im evil and creating conflict #dean you arent allowed to get lunch for yourself bc she wants to do a baking project &youre too Disgusting to be in the same room as her fo #*food #dean you arent allowed to listen to music out loud in your room but she can play her music in the living room while you have a migraine #dean you have to ask her what food she wants from town bc she doesnt feel like texting mom herself #dean you have to stop laughing because she thinks your laugh is annoying #dean you arent allowed to eat the bread that was bought for you because she decided she wanted it #dean you arent allowed to wear the one piece of mens clothing youve ever gotten to buy apart from plaid shirts bc she thinks youre too fat #dean you arent allowed to correct her when she says things about you that are objectively untrue #dean she wants to hang out in the living room go back to your room so she doesnt have to be around you #dean she wants a book for english class you have to give her one of yours #dean you arent allowed to be angry at her for ripping the cover off one of your favorite books & nrver apologizing that was years ago #dean you arent allowed to make plans with your friends this weekend bc she might want to hang out w her friends & wants to keep moms schedul #schedule open to drive her #dean you arent allowed to eat until she serves herself #dean if youre making food & she refuses to eat bc you were in the kitchen thats your fault #dean how dare you say her hair looks like sam winchesters #dean you cant be angry when she calls you fat & ugly & disgusting & tells you to kill yourself you shouldnt let it get to you #sui mention #dean you cant get new pants bc she wants to buy this dress that she’ll never wear #dean its not a big deal when she misgenders you she waa just joking #dean shes not ableist bc youre the only autistic person she thinks is faking it for attention #im just so goddamn tired

[boofbuck]

Thinking thoughts about alpha Robin again 🥰

#other #stposting #but like modern au where Robin lives in the big city for university #still dealing with some repression and internalized homophobia because she comes from a small town #but getting to uni is like a breath of fresh air #she feels free to be herself and explore what it is she wants #except she's super fucking dense when it comes to girls #girls who are actually very into her because Robin is hot and smart and tall and respectful in a way that makes them want to climb her like #a tree #she just can't tell when girls are interested??? #like even after she starts dating #she just thinks girls are being extremely polite/friendly #it makes Steve laugh and want to pull his hair out because how???? how is his best friend so smart adn so dumb at the same time #cue Nancy coming in and just trying so fucking hard and Robin is just NOT getting it #to the point where people think they're dating because Nancy is a little possessive and flirting shamelessly at this point #just romcom omegaverse when??? #Steve in the background watching Nancy fighting for her life and Robin clueless as ever #(she's clueless but pining lbr she fell for Nancy the day she met her) #(tiny little omega who is so so pretty and competent and smart and sure of herself and in charge? Robin was a goner) #ronance omegaverse #Alpha Robin Buckley #Omega Nancy Wheeler #omegaverse

[fellhellion]

as a Rebecca enjoyer I would really like to see some options in book 4 digging into how little has changed if your detective is seeking or ambivalent to reconciliation, or the absence of apologies. As well as detectives who aren’t seeking/rejecting reconciliation but Rebecca cannot let go of anyways. Especially since we’ve now had one of the few times, according to the detective’s memory, Rebecca explicitly expressing regret for her actions.

#I kind of disagree w most people that the narrative is pushing you into forgiving her #kind of. #I think wayhaven’s writing style is intentionally pretty transparent to the reader on character motivations #even when they/the detective aren’t explicitly aware #there’s enough context clues to get an idea of what’s sitting underneath the surface #so I think the emphasis on Rebecca’s grief around her kid is more about telling the audience that her feelings on these matters ARE sincere #in nature. at least to how Rebecca interprets then #but what id enjoy seeing some more of in book 4 is the choice to pull open the conflicts happening here #Rebecca runs away AND engages w the detective irrespective of their wishes because she simultaneously cannot accept this relationship as #broken beyond repair AND is unable to acknowledge to herself the core issue to their relationship #the job was an obstacle yeah but the true conflict to their relationship is Rebecca’s avoidance w dealing w grief #and it results in what we see in either relationship state #I can’t let you go/I can’t believe it’s broken beyond repair <- can’t acknowledge what I chose to do #I can’t break down these walls/won’t spend time with you <- won’t acknowledge I ran away from you out of grief #and I think the next step narrative wise now that the tone to their relationship has gone through the big revalation arcs #is to start unpacking the WHYS #allow the detective to have those hard conversations and deal w whether Rebecca runs away from those or not #tunes talks wayhaven

[burgerspeople]

my principal just emailed me and another teacher asking to check a kid for dress code violations tomorrow morning and I… 💀 I literally refuse to dress code kids lol because 1) I don’t care and honestly don’t pay much attention to their clothes which just proves that clothes aren’t that distracting!! and 2) I refuse to say anything to a preteen about their attire because the thought of that talk makes me uncomfortable!!! I’m not doing it lol

#I’ll tell my principal what the problem is and she can take care of it herself if it’s that serious to her #because I refuse #it’s a waste of time dress coding literal kids #if I haven’t noticed the violation then it clearly isn’t that big of a deal!!! #🤦‍♀️

[lyxchen]

Okay you know what, Gretchen fucking sucks

#like i thought i liked her and that she was just a bit weird about some stuff #but no she actually fucking sucks #like imogen tells her that she thinks she might have a crush on tessa but it's really confusing to her and she doesn't really know how to #deal with it #amd gretchen is like the first person she tells #and then fucking gretchen is like 'well do you want to fuck her?' #????? #like i can't even #there's this girl Your Best Friend telling you A Queer Person that she might be into a girl and that's the first thing you ask her??? #like imogen is already so insecure about this and has never even thought about having sex with a girl and whether she'd like it or not #and also figuring out your sexuality and being comfortable with it can take some time #so it might very well take imogen some time to know if she actually would like sleeping with a girl #because this is very new for her and sex is like A Big Deal and she can't just be like 'yeah i think i'm not that straight i know for #a fact now that i want to have gay sex even though i'm not even sure if this is a crush or not' #like man (gn) #let her figure herself out first and maybe help her with that instead of being fucking insensitive #also wanting to fuck someone is not The One indicator for being gay or not being gay #especially since i feel like imogen might be ace #like this is not al all the way to help her with this right now #also #then imogen starts crying because this isn't at all what she wanted to hear and it's just confusing her even more #and then gretchen is like 'hey it's okay to be straight' #like what the actual fuck?? #imogen could Really need some advice and support from one of her queer friends #but instead gretchen keeps Pushing her into the role of token staright ally best friend who could never be gay noo not at all #like fuck you #also all that stuff with that actress that came out and that kid that doesn't want to label themself #the Way gretchen talks about it and is like so Judging and not at all supportive even though she claims to be #i really don't like it #lea's random thoughts

[totentnz]

................. thinking about au v and rogue again

#sammy says shit #v gets hurts regularily its not a big deal for her #ofc rogue tells her to be more careful every time #puts on a front about how a job needs to be done cleanly (which is TRUE) #and how v cant take on more work when she's injured (also true but not as much) #and v gets all grinny and happy and goes 'aw you love me' #which rogue brushes off as her being an idiot (once again true but not really) #it all comes to light clearly when v really really gets hurt during one job #she had just lost some of her cyberware and in a matter of hubris wildly underestimated the risks #she usually picks up rogues check in calls during gigs and even if she doesnt she does shoot a quick message with an update #but one day none of this happens and she returns to the afterlife completely battered #with a job done but clearly in need of medical attention #she doesnt remember half of this because when things go real bad she enters some kind of trance #which usually gets her out of a lot of shit but its certainly not a good sign #rogue goes BASLLISTIC - not at v - but herself for putting a loyal and treasured friend in a bad position #and ofc the asshole(s) who did this to her #let me tell you fellas - i am LIVING

[miercabre]

i like to think at some point eugene and enid convince wednesday into joining their paranormal investigative podcast. wednesday's obviously just there to provide retaliation and the infrequent facts but she enjoys the research that goes into it. this is a small gateway into wednesday's career as an investigative journalist, specifically for the dark and dreary, in the future.

#𝖜 . 𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖆𝖒𝖘 — iii . study : headcanons . #i don't think she becomes a fiction writer like mary shelley #she might earn herself a book deal for a big case later down the line #but i think her real skill is in her curiosity #we all saw that board she made in her dorm #tell me that's not a little detective in the making #except she also likes writing still so mish mash that togetehr and you get a creepy little journalist #this post was meant to be a dumb hc about a podcast and turned to my actual hc about her future

[tvrningout-archived]

     I’M EMOTIONAL bc after what peach wrote, it’s making me realize!! that if people around kaiya went, “ it’s alright if you can’t accept yourself now, ” vs. getting noticeably upset or pitying her, she’d be more likely to be open with them. but i think most people around kaiya don’t bc they want to take care of her, they want her to be happy, so they get sad and sometimes try to change her mind then and there. she just has that kind of personality -- she’s so gentle and soft that most people get up in arms when she’s hurting ( i know sei and chinatsu certainly do ). but that isn’t what she needs.

     kaiya has a negative perception of herself already, and causing others to worry only makes it worse, so getting upset when it comes out how she thinks of herself? it doesn’t help or make her think differently. it just kind of reaffirms that she’s someone who causes trouble and pain for others, and she’ll just think that she doesn’t deserve someone caring that much in the first place. instead, kaiya needs someone to simply accept her feelings. you can tell her she’s wrong bc she is, but it’s all about delivery!! something like, “ your mistakes don’t define you, and one day you’ll see that. ” 

     you can comfort kaiya, but how much it truly helps depends on how you do it. the more positive you are, the more accepting, the better :’ )

#i hope this makes sense?? #like basically don't baby her and get upset that she doesn't like herself bc that just makes her feel worse #tell her you love her even if she doesn't love herself maybe give her a lil hug or smooch and then keep the day going uvu #don't make a big deal of it you know? #okay okay... i'll stop rambling about my sunshine child :' )))) #headcanons | kaiya

[arolesbianism]

they make a Jackie duplicant and her stress reaction is all of them at once and her overjoyed reaction is also every stress reaction at once because I think if this women felt an ounce of legitimate happiness again shed immediately self destruct herself into the ground

#rat rambles #I have found the way to make myself like jackie and its by percieving her as way more pathetic than she was intended to come off qs #this is a woman who is torn between science and her ex and her urge to be petty to said ex #like tbh this is the reason I want jackie to get more logs because we just do not get to see her perspective on their relationship #we know that olivia was and likely still is very important to her #but this is from environmental stuff we dont hear a wiff of it from her own mouth #in general we do not get to know a lot about who jackie is as a person beyond second hand information #the only time we see her openly talking by herself is in the time ribbon logs #and those were both just abt yknow. the time ribbon bullshit. #and both were before gravitas and before she and olivia fell out #rly the only thing it tells us is that jackie is Very dedicated to what she thinks is important and at the very least started from a place #of wanting to better the world and likely she still thinks she does #but at the same time I think its become pretty clear that as time went on it sorta became more about bending reality to its limits #which is a thing I think she and olivia kind of have in common tbh #after they achieved the time ribbon I think they sorta both got a smidge bit progress hungry in their own ways #olivia less so but the two are still scientists at heart and more importantly scientists who only care so much abt the ppl around them #again olivia less so but like. I could not lie to you and say she cares That much about the ppl around her #she does care just. not enough to really... respect them I feel like? #as in clearly not enough to strongly oppose the whole dna stealing thing lol #even tho she probably sees it as not a big deal it's still not a great look lol #but yeah jackie is a lot harder to truly analyze because we just. dont get a whole lot from her. #I can presume a lot of her downhill spiral was from being put in a position of authority #its very easy for the human mind to start seeing real people as a bunch of numbers and statistics #she was likely very demanding even before then tho #like as far as we can tell olivia was like. her Only friend. which tbf we dont know nearly enough to know that for sure but still #I feel like jackie and olivia became friends because they both had a lot of out there theories that no one took seriously #and they took eachother seriously so they became fast friends as they finally found someone who would truly listen to them #but once the time ribbon was done and they were both left kind of flailing for smth to chase after next they ended up drifting #and I could see this deeply upsetting jackie and leaving her feeling deeply conflicted #idk its just interesting to me to imagine how jackie felt under the proffessional I need everyone to take me seriously face

[psychoticallytrans]

A surprisingly helpful bit of social maneuvering I've figured out from trial and error: Throughout your life, you are going to need things from people. Often, it's going to be on a deadline. And when that deadline passes, you generally want to know what's going on. So, you need to ask them.

There are two kinds of people, broadly, in this situation. The Shameless will tell you what the holdup is, with absolutely no regard for if the reason is "good enough". This is actually very helpful, because you get the real reason immediately, and can start working on a solution.

The Ashamed is trickier. People who are Ashamed are people who were often told they were giving excuses when they were trying to explain, and they'll often avoid you until they solve the problem on their own. This causes them and you a lot of stress, and often takes a lot longer to solve.

Long term, the strategy for dealing with people who are Ashamed is to provide a supportive environment where they're comfortable sharing any problems they're having with getting things done. But, there's a way to at least partially short-circuit that:

Provide an explanation for them.

One example might be "Hey Susan, I noticed that I don't have your report yet. Are you busy with other projects?" The readymade explanation signals that you're willing to accept an explanation, which is the big anxiety point.

Sometimes, you still won't get an honest answer- especially if the honest answer isn't "good enough" by the standards of the person who traumatized them. But, I've found that it often at least gets you a lie that lets you give them some slack or work around the problem.

Let's say that Susan has actually completely forgotten that she needed to do the report. She's horrified at herself, and completely unwilling to admit the real problem. But, she can now safely reply with "Sorry Jennifer, I've been swamped, and it got lost in the mix. I can have it to you in two days. Does that work?"

From there, so long as Susan gave an estimate for when she can actually do it, she and Jennifer can hash out a solution.

It's not a perfect solution, but it works astonishingly well for how small of a change it is.

[pathologicalreid]

nicknames | S.R.

in which you meet the team for the first time, and receive your first nickname

who? spencer reid x fem!BAU!reader

category: fluff

content warnings: reader is referred to as a girl. i have this headcanon where when reid's IQ gets slashed to 60, he'd get so distracted that he'd run on autopilot, hence the willingness to handshake.

word count: 591

a/n: happy finals szn! this fic has been rotting in my brain for weeks and i finally decided to flesh it out. and maybe you should like and reblog this if you enjoy it (no pressure tho)

You were still filtering through your entry paperwork when the rest of the team filtered into the bullpen. David Rossi, who had helped you land this job in the first place, nodded in your direction before disappearing into his office. “Hey!” Someone called from across the bullpen, “Y/N, right?” Emily asked, setting her go bag in the chair at her desk before making her way over to your desk.

Smiling in response, “It’s nice to finally meet you,” you responded, reaching your hand out for her to shake. It was nice to be in the BAU, complete with a promotion from Special Agent to Supervisory Special Agent.

JJ walked over next, waving, and introducing herself as the communications liaison. “I’ve heard a lot of great things from your old CARD team,” she said, “I’m sure your skillset will come in handy here.”

You nodded in affirmation, “That’s the hope!” You answered, smiling at the prospect of your old team singing your praises.

Next, Derek approached, reaching out his hand for you to shake. Of course, you obliged and grinned at him. Part of you felt like you were meeting celebrities, the BAU was a big deal in the bureau. “Derek Morgan,” he introduced himself, “How long were you with CARD?”

“Five years,” you responded, it was a long time for anyone to deal solely with child abduction, but your team had the best rate in the bureau. Besides, you found the work rewarding.

Morgan’s eyebrows raised in surprise, “that’s impressive.”

You nodded, “Thank you. I’m really looking forward to working with you all.”

JJ looked behind her, “Oh, have you met Garcia?” She asked, peeking around the corner to where the technical analyst's office was.

Glancing down at the cat-shaped stress toy that she had given you when you arrived this morning, you smiled, “Yes, she was the first to greet me this morning. I think I’m just missing Dr. Reid.”

As if on cue, the young doctor walked into the bullpen, he had a worn leather satchel over his shoulder and looked like he might be talking to himself, “Reid!” Emily called over, getting his attention, and causing him to change course, approaching your desk. “Come meet, Y/N.”

He adjusted the strap of his satchel over his sweater before you reached out your hand for him to shake. “Oh, he doesn’t…” JJ began, but her voice trailed off when Dr. Reid shook your hand.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Dr. Reid,” you said, smiling at him. It felt good to know you had finally met the entire team.

He gave a close-lipped smile in return, “Reid is fine, or Spencer.” He said as you each dropped your hands to your sides.

Noticing everyone looking back and forth between the two of you as if you had already managed to do something wrong, you gathered all of your paperwork in your hands, “I should get this to Hotch.”

The rest of the team got the message and started to disperse to their respective desks, Reid’s being adjacent to yours. “Welcome to the team, pretty girl,” Morgan said to you before turning to his own paperwork.

You hugged your paperwork to your chest as if you were protecting it. Quietly, you muttered, “I really hope that nickname doesn’t stick.”

Across from you, there was a short laugh, almost a scoff. “It will,” Spencer responded in the same reverent tone. For a second, you thought it might be a joke, but you could tell by his facial expression that he was serious.

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[watchmegetobsessed]

OLD GRUDGES (part 1)

A/N: wooohoooo im bringing something new!!! i feel like it happens so rarely it's like a miracle lol anyway, this will be hopefully a couple of parts (probably about 3) and lets all pray i will actually finish it lol

WORD COUNT: 3.7k

WARNING: sexual content

SUMMARY: Harry and Y/N go way back. Working together was like a dream when 1D was still going strong. Now, years later, when they end up working together again, things are very different. Mostly because Y/N seems to be hating Harry passionately. But he has not idea why.

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

Everyone loves Harry Styles. It’s a known fact, not just amongst the people who actually know him, but all around the world. He is known as one of the most unproblematic celebrities, someone who gives just as much if not even more respect as he gets, always kind and patient with others, rarely loses his temper. It’s hard to imagine that there is anyone walking this planet who doesn’t see him as a lovable, sweet man.

Well, it might be hard to imagine, but there is actually one person who has a very different opinion when it comes to the british popstar. 

And that person is music producer, Y/N. 

The interesting thing is that their history goes way back into his 1D days. Y/N was an up and coming name in the industry, just started working with bigger names when she got the chance to produce several songs on the band’s third studio album. Harry remembers her as a bubbly, funny girl who is passionate about her job and is also excellent in it. Working with her was easy and motivating, she was always eager to perfect songs to an extent Harry couldn’t even imagine and that’s why songs like Story Of My Life, You & I and Midnight Memories were such hits. Y/N put her heart and soul into them, which eventually earned all the recognition they deserved. 

Harry loved working with Y/N and she was in talks of working on their fourth album as well, but the deal ended up ditched and she went on to do other projects and they somehow had a fallout. It was a shame, but he hoped his path would cross hers again. 

Years and years went by and so much changed by the time their professional ways finally met again. Jeff brought her name up when Harry just started writing for his fourth solo album and Harry gave him the go to do whatever it takes to get her on the project. A few weeks passed and Harry didn’t get any confirmation about her and just when he was about to bring it up to Jeff, he hit him with the news.

“Y/N is in for five songs. Contract should be signed by Wednesday and you can start working next week.”

Harry wondered why it took so long to get her on board, but he brushed it off because he knew she was a big name now herself and had plenty of offers from which she could choose from. He was excited to work with her and simply see her again.

It was utter shock for him when she was the complete opposite of what he remembered. Okay, that might be an overstatement, but Harry could feel something was off instantly.

She was still bubbly and fun, but for some reason, she had a certain iciness and bitter attitude whenever her focus was on Harry. To anyone else it was unnoticable, Harry knows, because he asked Jeff about it.

“What are you talking about? She is awesome,” the manager said with a shrug and Harry tried to tell himself it was all in his head, because if Jeff doesn’t see it, it’s not real.

But it kept happening and it felt even stronger when it was just him and her in a room. Sometimes she even pretended like he wasn’t there, sometimes her snarky comments were all he got and they just strengthened him in his belief. 

He wanted to ask her about it, he tried, several times, but his attempts just bounced right off her icy behavior so eventually, he gave up and there was only one thing left for him to do.

Return what he was getting. 

Yes, it is childish, but he felt like he needed to deal with her unreasonable hatred towards him somehow and this was the easiest way. Was it a smart idea to practically become enemies when working together on his album? Of course not. But it just happened.

And going against each other became their thing. 

They were great in arguing, disagreeing even when they could easily compromise, riling each other up and lashing out on each other when the tension had been building up for hours. It got to the point where others started to notice that something was off between the two of them and when Jeff questioned Harry about it, he couldn’t give him a reasonable explanation.

“She started it,” he said and instantly felt like a kid, telling on his classmate at school. But this is all he could say, because he had no idea why she was acting this way. And he has to live with it while they work together.

Something is off. Harry knows it. Something about the melody… or the guitar… or is it the lyrics? He can’t tell, he has listened to the recording a million times so it all melts in his ears and he can’t identify what’s setting him off every time he hears it. 

“Why don’t we take a break?” Jack, the technician suggests, turning in his chair. “Y/N will be here in twenty, I’m sure she’ll–”

“Okay,” Harry snaps, just so he doesn’t finish. He knows what he wanted to say. 

She’ll know what’s wrong and will correct it in a second.

Y/N always knows what’s wrong and most of the time it’s a perk, of course it is, but today, Harry feels like it’s gonna make him want to crawl out of his body. Maybe it’s because he’s been in the studio for five hours and he got nowhere or maybe because Mitch will have his first ever solo gig tonight and Harry has been worried his fame or relation to him might ruin this experience for him. 

Either way, today he is just extra pissed by the fact that Y/N will be the one to solve this mystery. 

“I’m gonna grab a coffee,” he clears his throat, standing up from his seat. “Do you want one?” he offers, feeling a bit guilty he snapped at Jack.

“Uh, yeah, just an espresso is fine, thanks man.”

“Sure, I’ll be right back.”

Putting on his headphone, Harry jogs across the street to the tiny coffee shop he’s been a regular at. He likes the place because they are discreet and their coffee is just simply amazing, though they swear there’s nothing extra in it. 

He waits for the two coffees at the end of the counter and scrolls on his phone in the meantime. Emails, messages, there’s always something to answer to. He sends out a few replies before he ends up in his calendar. It’s neatly color coded and he takes pride in keeping it up-to-date all the time so he can always be on top of his game, no matter what. 

His eyes land on one particular date. Five weeks from now Y/N’s contract expires and if the five songs are done by then, she’ll be out of Harry’s life again. Seeing how the work is going, she’ll easily outdo that number so there won’t be any reason for talk about an extension. 

An unsettling feeling spreads in his stomach as he stares at the date but he doesn’t have time to figure it out because  he is snapped out of his thoughts when the two paper cups are placed in front of him. He is trying his best to keep a positive mindset as he returns to the studio’s building. With the two coffee cups in his hands he makes a right turn and then stops at the door, seeing Y/N sitting where he did previously, already listening to the recording with Jack with a critical expression on her face. 

Harry doesn’t interrupt them, just stays put and waits for her feedback. When she is done listening, she leans back in her seat.

“It’s the bass. Or more specifically the lack of it. Can you double it? Let’s see how it changes.”

Jack is quick to do as she asked and then he starts the song again and…

Harry wants to scream and laugh in bliss at the same time, because it’s perfect now. He’s mad he couldn’t spot such an obvious thing, but he is also happy it’s finally sorted out. It’s just a shame Y/N was the one to do it and not him. 

“Great, so this is done then,” he makes himself noticed as he walks into the studio and hands over one of the cups to Jack. 

When he looks at Y/N he can see that familiar, irritated look on her face that’s almost always there when he’s around. He hasn’t decided if he wants to physically wipe it off, or…

“Thanks for bringing one for me,” she comments in a bored tone, turning back towards the screen.

“You weren’t here when I went out.”

“But you knew I was coming.”

Harry opens his mouth, but then closes it, because this time she is kind of right. And it irks him even more today.

It’s gonna be a challenging session today, Harry thinks as he takes a seat.

It’s always exciting for Harry to be behind the stage when he’s not the star of the show. Kind of like a whole different world.

He hasn’t been here for long, but he’s been trying his best to stay as unnoticed as possible and let Mitch take the spotlight. Just a few minutes ago Sarah put him on Scout-duty which he gladly took up on, he’s always happy to spend time with the little guy. This time he is letting him explore freely and he’s just following him around to make sure he’s safe. Scout seemingly enjoys the adventure with uncle Harry, who doesn’t really pay attention where he is heading. 

That’s how they end up in the green room where Y/N is.

Y/N and Sarah have worked together a while ago, which is a random coincidence how they are connected outside of Harry. Because of their history, Y/N is often where they are, however she was never around when Sarah and Mitch were playing for Harry. 

Scout runs up to Y/N, arms in the air, asking to be picked up and Harry stops a few steps away from them when he realizes who he just found.

“Hey there, little guy! Are you all by yourself?” Y/N asks, settling the boy on her hip.

She’s changed since they parted ways in the studio. Harry has always admired her sense of style, which mostly consists of basic pieces, almost like a capsule wardrobe, but there’s always something extra, something vibrant on her that makes her sets interesting. Tonight she is wearing a simple black dress with a rather low back cut, simple heels, simple makeup, but she added a silky scarf with vivid colors and shapes around her neck that brings Harry’s attention to the curve of her neck and collarbones, almost as a cheeky invitation for his eyes to her naked skin. 

He has to fight the urge to touch her.

Despite the spiteful relationship they’ve been sporting lately, Harry had to deal with a rather unreasonable desire for Y/N in a physical way.

Unreasonable, because he never thought he could be attracted to someone who pisses him off so easily, yet there’s been plenty of occasions when Harry found himself imagining scenarios he could never admit to her, not when she hates him with such obvious passion.

Tonight it’s not just the outfit, but also the way she’s handling Scout. It’s not just women who find it incredibly hot when the opposite sex is great with kids, Harry can definitely feel something inside him moving as he watches Y/N sway from side to side with the little boy in his arms.

“Uncle Hazza is here!” Scout points at him, answering her previous question. Y/N looks up and because Harry was already looking at him, he catches a slipping moment where there’s no irritation on her face, but it returns quite fast when her gaze settles on him. 

“Ah, hi,” she says, lips pressed together as she nods, acknowledging his presence. 

“Hey. Long time no see.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth he regrets it. Who says that? Why did he even say anything else other than hi? He smacks himself in his mind. 

Part of him expects her to say something like ‘not long enough’ but she just keeps quiet and turns all her attention to Scout. Harry feels out of place, he is supposed to be babysitting, but Y/N is taking care of Scout, Harry knows he is in good hands but Sarah asked him to watch over him. Should he leave? Or just keep standing there awkwardly?

“You can go, I’ll watch him,” Y/N says, as if she could read his mind. 

“You sure?”

“I’m pretty sure I can take care of him until Sarah is back.” Her reply is not just dry, kind of offended, nothing Harry wouldn’t expect from her, but it’s still irking him.

“I didn’t say you’re not capable, I just–”

“I’m not in the mood for this,” she cuts him off with an icy look. Harry is too stunned to reply, just watches Y/N walk away with Scout. 

He almost finds it amusing how easily she can piss him off, not many people have been able to do that, in fact, Harry thinks she does it the best. 

Clenching his jaw he takes a deep breath to calm his nerves and then just lets it all go. 

The after party is always kind of Harry’s favorite. The stress is over, it’s just the relief and celebration that is left.

Mitch’s show went well, that’s what Harry expected, but it’s still great he was right. Seeing his friend be the star of the show was an experience he is glad he could be part of. Now that the core of the group has moved to a nearby bar, Harry has loosened up thanks to the couple of drinks he’s had. 

He’s been mostly sticking to the familiar faces he knows, rotating between the same few people  while enjoying how under the radar he is currently. 

The more drinks he has had, the less he’s been able to control where his gaze goes. To be exact, he’s been finding himself looking Y/N’s way the past hour or so. That damn dress and scarf, it’s like she’s put a spell on him that forces him to keep wanting to look at her. 

Harry is not experienced with feeling like this. Being attracted to someone who he hates, it’s such an ambivalent impulse, he can’t think straight. Or maybe it’s the amount of tequila he has drunk tonight, either way, it’s getting a rise out of him. 

From the corner of his eye he sees her slip out to the back where the smoking area is, he hesitates, shifts his weight from one leg to the other before making the leap and heading after her. He has no plan, no idea what he wants to ro will say to her, but he just feels like he has to talk to her.

Stepping out to the dimly lit back alley he is met with a few people scattered around, having a cigarette with drinks in hand, talking or scrolling on their phone and then he spots Y/N on the left, standing by the wall, cigarette in one hand, the remaining of her drink in the other as she stares ahead of her. 

She doesn’t smoke regularly, but she does enjoy one in certain social settings or when she’s had a few drinks. Harry knows it from years ago, because they shared a cigarette at a party, back then she seemed thrilled to spend time with him, he remembers all the conversations they had while working together, telling each other stories, sharing their plans, Harry truly thought they would remain good friends on this extraordinary journey, yet they ended up here.

As Harry walks towards her, she notices him and he sees her lips twitch in annoyance. 

“Care if I join?” he asks and she just shrugs without a word, avoiding to look at him. 

They stand there in silence for a while, she is lazily puffing the smoke out from time to time.

“Is it still just an occasional thing?” he tries to strike up a conversation.

“Mhm,” is all he gets as a reply.

“Have you tried to put it down fully?”

“Why are you doing this?” she snaps at him, finally looking his way. 

“What?”

“Why are you trying to chit-chat when we both know we don’t do that?”

“And why don’t we?” He challenges her. “Tell me why we are like this in the first place, because I have no idea.”

She stares at him for long moments and he awaits her answer like nothing before, but then she shakes her head and turns to the pin beside her, puts the cigarette out and flicks it into the bin. Then, without another word she is already heading back inside.

It takes a moment for Harry to start moving again, but he is quick to catch up with her in the hall that leads to the restrooms. 

“Y/N, give me a fucking answer!” he demands, grabbing her wrist to pull her back before she could escape, but she shakes his hand off as she comes to a stop, turning towards him.

“I owe you nothing!” she hisses at him. “I owe you no one, but especially you!”

“What the fuck does that suppose to mean?! I never thought you owe me anything!”

“I’m not doing this, Harry, leave me the fuck alone,” she growls and tries to leave, but Harry pulls her back again, determined to get an answer this time. 

“Don’t think I will just swallow everything down forever. I will get to the bottom of this, whether you like it or not. It’s your choice if you make it hard on both of us.”

She is looking back at him with wide eyes, this time his hand remains on her arm as they stare each other down in the empty hallway. Neither of them knows what will be their next move, the tension is so thick, it’s almost suffocating.

But then it all changes.

If someone asked who moved first, they wouldn’t know. One moment they are standing like stone statues, barely even breathing, then the next moment they are kissing like there’s no tomorrow.

It doesn’t take long until Harry has her pressed up against the wall, his hands roaming her body, feeling her up the way he fantasized about before, they are both rough and impatient, she is clawing at him, moaning into his mouth when his hips press against hers and she feels how hard he’s gotten already. 

Blindly, Harry pushes the closest door open which happens to be the staff’s bathroom that someone left unlocked, lucky for them. Still glued together they stumble inside, Y/N kicks the door open before Harry pushes her against it and he locks it before his hand returns to her tempting body. 

He has never acted like this when it comes to sex. He does like to spice things up sometimes, but the way he’s biting her lips or unbuttoning his pants or reaches under her dress to pull her underwear down is just so out of character for him, yet so freeing. 

Nothing is said, but when her hands pull his hard, leaking dick out of his pants, there’s a fleeting look they exchange that says it all, just how much they both want it. 

It’s the fastest pace he’s ever experienced, yet the most passionate too. They moan at the same time when Harry pushes into her and starts moving in a rush, desperate for relief. She’s panting and whining for more, the only form of speaking she is able to as she holds onto Harry who is focused on keeping up his quick and steady pace while holding her left leg up to ensure the perfect angle. 

The animalistic need is there for them both, making them act like this is what they must do to stay alive. It’s messy, fast and mind-blowing and they don’t need much time to reach the peak. As she comes her nails dig into her shoulder and she bites into his bottom lip so harshly it draws blood, but he doesn’t care, only follows her into bliss just a second later. With the last bit of his consciousness Harry pulls out right before he comes, covering her thigh with the white, sticky evidence of just how much he enjoyed the past minutes. 

They are breathing heavily and Harry feels like a thick haze is still lingering around his head, stopping him from realizing what just happened. Y/N however is ahead of him and when reality comes crashing down on her, her instinct to flee kicks right in. Harry is still trying to clear his mind when she grabs a paper towel and cleans herself up as fast as possible and Harry only snaps out of his trance when she is already unlocking the door.

“Y/N, what the— wait!” He can’t go after her as she slips out of the room because he is still pretty indecent, so he has to pull his pants up and can only rush out then, but by that time she is already gone.

He’s quite frantic as he tries to find her in the bar, but she is nowhere to be seen. Harry returns to the rest of their group, hoping to catch her somewhere but she has vanished into thin air. 

“Hey, have you seen Y/N?” he asks Mitch, his eyes still roaming the place.

“Nah, haven’t seen her since she went out to smoke.”

Harry groans and makes his way outside, maybe she’s there waiting for a car, but as he steps out to the street he sees no trace of her. Fishing his phone out of his pocket he doesn’t hesitate before dialing her number. The line rings once, twice and then… it goes to voicemail.

“Hey, this is Y/N. Do whatever you want after the beep.”

“Fuck!” Harry ends the call and he has to stop himself from throwing it against the nearest wall. 

This is not how he planned. Well, he didn’t plan any of it, especially not fucking Y/N like a horny teenager. He wanted to solve this whole issue between the two of them but instead he just created another one.

A stupid, giant one. 

NEXT PART

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[reiderwriter]

Everyone Looks Better in a Sundress

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (GN + AFAB)

Summary: The AC at the BAU decides to take a holiday during a summer heatwave, and when you decide the FBI’s dress code is merely a suggestion, you unwittingly catch Spencer’s eye.

Genre: smut (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: Dom!Spencer, sub!reader, semi-public sex, fingering, car sex, degradation, name-calling, edging, praise-kink, dumbification, basically Spencer is a tease and the reader really gets off on using his official title.

Word Count: 3.8k

Authors Note: Hello! This is my first posted fic, so any feedback is welcome and absolutely appreciated (I tried to keep it GN!AFAB but if you notice any gendered pronouns pls lmk immediately!) I finally decided to start writing again after a few years, so I might be a bit rusty but I recently started rewatching Criminal Minds and I am so in love with Spencer! This little fic was inspired by @imagining-in-the-margins CM Summer Sunshine Fic Challenge, so big thank you to them for the inspiration! This could also develop into a multi part fic in the future, so if that’s something you’d be interested in, please let me know in the tags and comments! XOXO K

Part two!

After three years in the BAU, you should know that summers in Quantico, Virginia are nothing to play about. Sure, it could be cloudy sometimes, and summer rain did allow for some relief, but with a heatwave on the way and a week of office work ahead of you, it seemed every member of your team was excited for the office AC. 

That was, of course, until the maintenance department sent out an office-wide email telling you it was “undergoing work” for the foreseeable future. 

You received the email during your commute, and immediately turned around to change. There was no way you were surviving in your slacks and long-sleeve shirt, and, truth be told, you knew that your bosses wouldn’t mind if you were a little more relaxed in your workplace attire if you weren’t going to be spending time in the field. 

It took all of thirty seconds to shoot a message to Garcia, telling her that you’d be a few minutes late for your daily carpool, letting her know the situation so she didn’t hack into your car GPS (which she still claims she absolutely did not do the last time you accidentally slept in, but would in an emergency just to know you were safe). 

She quickly sent you a reply: “put on that floral number we picked up last week! Between you and Morgan, I'm hoping my eyes will be feasting today 😉.” 

You let out a little chuckle as you read the message, and quickly complied. A sundress didn’t sound too bad right now at all. 

The dress in question was perhaps pushing it slightly for office work. It was short, and you knew immediately when putting it on that you would spend the day pulling it down to a more appropriate length. But the shade of blue fit your skintone perfectly, and the floaty material was exactly what you needed to beat the heat. 

Grabbing your keys again before you could second guess yourself, you didn’t let your mind linger quickly on the thought that perhaps the dress was a little attention grabbing. And perhaps there was someone in the office whose attention you wanted to grab. 

-X-

The commute into the office wasn’t bad, but stepping out of your nicely temperature regulated car into a wall of heat made you thank yourself for your foresight. And it seemed that the rest of your team was dealing similarly. Walking into the office, you noticed that Prentiss had divested herself of her shirt, sitting comfortably with an iced coffee and red tank top, an electric fan inches from her face. Morgan was similarly outfitted in lighter clothes than usual, and you could audibly hear Penelope’s brain working to come up with the best heat related compliment for her work husband. You couldn’t see Hotch or Rossi, but you knew they kept their own back-up units in their offices, so they wouldn’t be struggling at all today. You assumed JJ, too, was in her office.

“Well, look at you Cutie. You’re gonna break some hearts today, I know.” You roll your eyes as you throw your bag down. You were used to Morgan’s playful teasing by now, but compliments and affirmations were always welcome. You grimaced looking down at your desk chair and realised you had another problem. Your very recent purchase of a black leather office chair was going to absolutely make your day a living hell. Before you resigned yourself to a day of sitting in the orthopedic seventh layer of hell, your heard the angelic call of your office BFF.

“It feels like the devil’s armpit in here, god, do not expect an miracles from me today, I’m collecting my laptop and immediately moving away from all the heavy heat-producing machinery in my cave. Anyone got any space at their desk for me to work at?” 

“Yes!” You replied a little too quickly. 

“Feel free to make yourself at home, Pen, I have to look over some files with Reid later anyways so I’ll just pull up a spare chair to his desk, it’s all yours.” You thanked your lucky stars that everyone was too hot to tease you about your imminent proximity to the office’s Boy Wonder. 

It turns out hiding a small, tiny, stupid crush from a team of FBI profilers wasn’t the easiest thing to do, but you were confident in thinking the only one who had clocked on so far was Penelope. And that was only because of your weekly girls nights and an unfortunate habit of spilling secrets while intoxicated. Sure, the others still teased sometimes, but that was only because the two of you were the easiest targets. And they just didn’t know how on the nose they were sometimes. 

She gave you a quick look, of the ‘we will be discussing this later’ variety but didn’t say anything else and quickly excused herself to collect her things. 

You quickly pulled up a (non-leather) chair next to Reid’s and straightened out your dress as you started searching for the file you were looking for. Although you absolutely had an ulterior motive to intruding on his space, you actually did have work to do. But the heat, and the knowledge that you’d be working closely with Reid again any minute now did nothing to help you stay focused. 

Of course, having worked on the same team now for three years meant that you’d been alone together before. In all honestly, he was your partner of choice for any field task and you complimented each other well. The two of you worked together on Geographical Profiles for the majority of your cases, using your people skills, and his practical knowledge to gain insight into the locations unsubs lived, worked, murdered and hid their victims. And of course, you were friends outside the office, too. But you felt there was a distance between the two of you that made itself known the minute you stepped off the Jet or out of the bullpen. 

As you searched the desk, you let your mind wander to what he would look like in this heat. You knew he didn’t deal with the heat well, and could often be found with his shirt sleeves rolled up and top buttons undone on the cases in the warmer climates. You thought about him panting in the heat, pushing his hair out of his face, glistening with sweat and grumbling quietly about the heat. You specifically thought back to a case from a few weeks back, where the two of you had an awkward run-in with an automatic sprinkler when you made your way to interview a witness. His purple shirt had ended up soaked, and on day six of the investigation, his go bag was thankfully short of replacement clothing. So he’d sat in the precinct, shirt semi-transluscent, completely oblivious to your brazen oggling and sudden lack of anything intellectual to say. Or anything to say in general. 

It was only as you felt yourself getting warmer (a particularly impressive feat on today of all day’s) that you had to pull yourself out of the fantasy. But of course, as you stood up to get yourself a cool drink, you realised you were face to face with the man of your fantasies. 

“Y/N? Did you need something?” He looked down at you, with a soft smile on his face. 

“Oh! No, it was Garcia, she, um, she needed somewhere to work because her office is practically a sauna with all those computers. And I was thinking, we still need to work on that report on the geographical profile from the last case, so I offered her…my…” You trailed off, noticing you were rambling and allowed yourself a second to look at the man in front of you properly for the first time that day. 

It was going to be a miracle if you got any work done ever again.  

Like you, he’d opted for a change in uniform. He’d rid himself of his usual waistcoat-cardigan combo and was left in a button down shirt. It was, as you’d hoped and prayed, open slightly more than usual at the top. You frowned unconsciously as you realised he had also pushed his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, unhappy that you wouldn’t get to watch him do it in-person, his veins popping out as he exerted himself in the smallest way. 

A few seconds of silence passed, and you had to make yourself tear your eyes away from a droplet of sweat that was neatly making its way down his throat, tracing a line that you could only hope to one day follow with your lips.  When you snapped your eyes up to his, he nervously did the same, gripping  his bag a little tighter to him. 

“Oh, yeah that sounds good, um, let me just put my bag down and we can, uh, get started I guess.” 

“Yeah of course. I was just gonna grab a drink first, do you want one?” 

“Sure, yeah, a coffee would be good.”

“Okay, I’m no expert but that cannot be healthy in this heat. I know you’re practically a caffeine addict at this point, but I’m getting you a glass of water and you’re going to thank me, okay Doctor?”

He rolled his eyes and settled comfortably into his seat, but made no complaints as you walked away. 

-X-

“This is ridiculous, how can they expect us to work like this?” Agent Prentiss grumbled from her desk. 

“Oh, come on now, Prentiss, you can’t be complaining about a little heat, now.” 

You rolled your eyes at your coworkers playful back-and-forth, doing your best to not melt into your borrowed seat. You’d been working side-by-side with Reid for the last three hours and the heat was now unbearable. You were stuck to the seat in an uncomfortable way, especially with the extra exposed skin from your dress. It had ridden up your legs more than you expected it would, so you were constantly shifting in your seat attempting to keep yourself decent. 

The heat rolling off your teammate didn’t help. You had assumed that his love of cardigans, scarves and layers in general meant that he usually ran on the cooler side, but he was practically burning up next to you, making any and all accidental touch near intolerable. 

Each accidental brush of his fingers as you passed files between the two of you, each knock of your knees together under the desk as you moved to read over one-anothers shoulders, and every time you got up for another drink, it’s like he’s read your mind because he stood up at the same time and you had to awkwardly untangle yourself from the mess of desk chairs and office furniture. With every touch, you feel yourself getting hotter and hotter, the heat pooling between your legs embarrassingly.

It’s only when, later in the day, he brushes the seam of your skirt with his fingers when reaching over you with his other hand for a file you know for a fact he does not need, you realise that all of those accidental touches may have been absolutely intentional. 

Lowering your voice to a whisper, you bring your lips closer to his ears.”Spence, what was that?” You try to keep your voice steady, but his fingers are stil lingering closer to your sensitive areas than you found comfortable.

He drops his eyes to yours, looking you in the eye for the first time since you started working together in a comfortable silence. 

“What was what?” He asks innocently, his cheeks flushes as he starts drawing small circles on your thigh.

“You’re touching me. You’ve been touching me a lot today, Doctor.”

“Oh, I’m Doctor now, am I?” He smiles at you before quickly moving his attention back to the file he was reading. 

“Don’t change the subject.” You feel your whole body flush, as he ignores you and continues his reading, not removing his hand from your leg the entire time. 

“S-Spencer, I’m serious.”  He looks at you again then, and your heart jumps into your throat as you realise he’s removed his hand from the hem of your skirt, only to have it return under the material, moving closer and closer to where you really wanted him. 

“You know,” he whispers under his breath, so quiet you’re sure that no one could overhear, “you look really pretty in this dress.”

Your brain is short circuiting as you feel his hand on your inner thigh, failing to register the implication of his words as you do your best to stammer out a reply. 

“A-actually, Garcia chose it out for me. She said that you would-” you cut yourself off before you can say anymore. You’re surrounded by a room of your close friends and teammates and you’re doing your best not to beg your incredibly attractive coworker to push his fingers into you right then and there. Biting your lip so you don’t say anything else, you try to stand and shift away. 

But Reid is there, and with his other hand he maneouvers you even closer to him somehow.  

“She said I would what, beautiful?”

He’s so close now and you find yourself again staring at his exposed neck, wanting nothing more than to bury your head in him and kiss and lick and bite until he gives you what you want. The little circles he’s drawing on your legs are removing your inhibitions quicker than any alcohol could. 

But then he grips you a little tighter, and forces you to look up into his eyes again and respond. 

“She said that you would, uh, she said that you would’nt be able to take your eyes off of me. We were shopping together and she was just teasing and, well, yeah.”

“All dressed up for me, then? You thought you’d test the theory and see if she was right?” 

And suddenly he’s ghosting his fingers across your panties and you’re doing your best to not make any other noises as he looks you deep in your eyes.

“Do you think she was right, Y/N?” He asks. But before your brain can catch up and choose whether or not to answert, he’s pulling away. He’s standing up and he’s walking over to Morgan, file in hand, asking questions about another previous case file, and you’re left sitting at his desk questioning if any of that actually just happened.

-X-

You spent the rest of the day in a daze. Luckily, your team was so busy complaining about the heat that you were sure none of them noticed the tension you carried through the rest of your day. With the AC still not working, Garcia had gained permission from Hotch to head back to her own apartment to finish up the day with more appropriate equipment, and had quickly evacuated your desk, allowing you to retreat back to your own space. 

Emily had finished her own paperwork early due to a well-timed bet with Morgan, and had taken herself off to JJ’s office, and Morgan was meeting with Hotch in his office to discuss a potential death row intervew. So with the end of the workday in sight, only you and Reid remained in the bullpen. 

After your little run in, you knew that you weren’t going to get any effective work done. Emily had once joked that Reid’s high IQ gets slashed to 60 every time he comes in contact with an attractive woman. At the time, you’d laughed, joked along. Nowthat it was your reality, it wasn’t as funny to you. 

He’d played with you, called you beautiful, had his hands on you in the most frustratingly dizzying way- and then just as soon walked away from you. It wasn’t as if you wanted him to take you right then and there, in front of the entire office. 

In fact, you’re quite sure that no matter how horny you were, you’d have stopped him before he went any further that publically. But you weren’t as sure you wouldn’t have dragged him off to a supply closet and forced him down on his knees and under your skirt. 

To be short, you were pissed. He had left you, hot and bothered, on a day where you literally could get no relief from the heat. 

You watched him work for a while after that. His desk faced away from yours, which meant you could covertly watch him whilst he worked and he would be none the wiser. After catching yourself staring a hole into the back of his head for the fifth time in an hour, you  grunted out a curse and started packing your things up for the day. Unfortunately, you were just loud enough to catch the man’s attention. 

“Leaving so soon, princess?”

“Yes. It’s hot and I’m tired and I just want to go home and take a cold shower and get into bed.” You started packing your things up again, but you quickly noticed that Spencer was doing the same. 

“Are you leaving as well?” You asked, your stomach doing a small flip in apprehension of his answer. 

“Yeah. I’m also hot, and tired and a cold shower sounds amazing right about now.” 

You flushed at even the slightest change of a double meaning. Did he want to shower with you? Was he really going to step over that line? 

He continued to pack up his things calmly, and you did the same. You walked towards the elevator, and it wasnt until he reached from behind you to press the call button that you realised he was so closely following you. 

“And besides, your bed sounds amazing right about now.” The hairs on your neck stood up as he whispered into your ear, his hot breath fanning against your neck as you felt heat pool between your legs for the second time that day. You froze up like a deer in headlights, and as the elevator dinged open, you felt Spencer walk you in, press the button, and close the door before making his next move. 

“You didn’t answer me earlier, you know? When I asked about the dress? Do you think Garcia was right?” He had crowded you into one corner of the elevator, and your brain was still short-circuiting. Shit, maybe you were the one whose IQ was cut in half, because the man in front of you seemed more confident than you had ever seen him before. 

His placed his hands on the guard rail either side of you, as one of his legs found its way between yours and you let out a small whimper, then cursed yourself when you saw the smirk growing on his face. 

“Come on, Princess, use your words.” He teased again. 

“She wasn’t right.” You breathed out. “You looked at me a few times, but nothing too long and nothing…inappropriate, but-”

“But what?” He pushed his leg further into you, moving his hands to grip the fabric at our waist,  and suddenly you were counting your blessings that no other agent in the building had decided to use the elevator right now. 

“But you can’t keep your hands off of me.” His lips crashed into yours the second you finished your sentence, as you desperately grabbed at his hair, desperate to feel more and more of him against you despite the sticky heat. 

He pulled away reluctantly as the elevator came to a stop in the basement carpark, but you still desperately clung to him, pressing kisses into his jaw and down his neck as you breathed in the scent of his sweat on his skin. Your words had failed you, but your body was desperate to communicate exactly what you needed. 

He chuckled as he pulled you off of him, stroking your hair as he pulled you to your car. Opening the passenger side door for you and taking the keys from your bag, he placed a kiss to your temple, pulling away only enough to whisper into your ear. ”Which one of us can’t keep their hands off the other now?” 

You were hot and delirious and you were not going to interrupt him now. He climbed into the driver’s seat, something you knew he didn’t do often, and placed his hand on your leg again as he drove. 

“Spread your legs,” he ordered as soon as you were far enough away from the building. You complied immediately, not wanting to interrupt anything the man might do to you. “Good girl,” he mumbled as he immediately picked up where he left off earlier, rubbing your sensitive nub through your underwear. Your dress was pushed up now 

“You know, Garcia was right” he spoke again, his fingers snaking their way under the elastic of your underwear. You could only moan in surprise, desperately close to getting exactly what you wanted.  

“I have been staring at you this whole day. You came in this short dress, practically on display for anyone to see.” His fingers were now slowly circling your clit, going torturously slowly as you bucked up your hips for some much needed friction.  

“When you got me that glass of water, I followed you, you know. Watched you reach for the glass on the top shelf, saw your skirt riding up. We’re you so desperate for me to notice you that you put yourself on display for the entire office like a little whore?” You moaned in surprise as his words registered in your mind. 

You tried to reply, to deny and protest your innocence, but he chose that minute to thrust a finger into you, the awkward angle forced by your position in the car creating a beautiful friction. You started rocking your hips quicker against his hand, opening yourself up to him fully, and grabbing his wrist so he couldn’t pull away for a third time that day. 

“You can’t even deny it, Look at you using my hand to get yourself off. Are you gonna come for me? Gonna do it right here in your car?”  You moan out a yes as he adds another finger, stretching you out further as you whimper around him. 

“Fuck, yes Spence, I’m a whore, your little whore.” You feel that familiar coil in the bottom of your stomach tighten and soon your releasing yourself all over his hands.  Gasping for air, your head falls back on the passenger seat, and you release your grip on Spencer’s hands. 

“Good job, princess, you did so well for me. We’re almost home now, let’s get you in that shower.” You whimper a little, nodding as you allow your brain to settle once again, completely comfortable with letting Spencer take control and do whatever he needs to do with you for the rest of the night. 

-X-

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