cough jd x male reader fluff 👀 you got free range with this tbh I don't rlly mind
(this fandom is dead and I fear you're one of the few that still are open to writing heathers/haven't deactivated 🥹)
His Dork || Jason Dean x male! reader
Summary: JD helps you choose which one from your plethora of movies to watch together (spoiler alert: they're all Disney)
Warnings/contains: grumpy x sunshine trope, reader has a really bubbly personality, reader is an avid fan of (old) Disney (and has a bunch of DVDs instead of using Disney+ because I'm an advocate for owning physical media), kissing, JD calls reader "dork" affectionately, implied smoking/cigarette mention, JD also calls reader "pretty boy" as a petname, teasing, suggestive comments
Beginning notes: I've pretty much only been writing for the pitt lately, but since you were so sweet with asking I've decided to make an exception for you 🥰 I can never turn down a male reader fic hehe 💕 (plus you're so right about how there's so much fewer content for heathers lately so hopefully I can help amend that) hope you enjoy!
"Do you wanna come over? We can watch a movie and cuddle," your cheerful voice rambled on the other end of the voice as JD listened in. "I have The Aristocats, and Oliver and Company, and 101 Dalmatians."
"Do you have anything that isn't Disney?" he deadpanned at the options given. The sarcasm in his voice was evident, though he knew you well enough by this point to figure that you'd answer sincerely anyway. Whether that was because you didn't pick up the tone or you were just ignoring it, he wasn't sure.
"Hm…" there was the sound of muffled footsteps and soft rustling as you began what he could only assume was searching through the rest of your DVDs. "Ooh, I have A Bug's Life!"
He let out a quiet sigh and resisted the urge to make another snarky comment. "That's still Disney, babe. It's Disney Pixar, which technically counts."
"Oh, yeah…" your voice trailed off as you went back to looking, and he heard you muttering to yourself as you sorted through the stack of movies, trying to find something that wasn't animated and didn't involve talking animals. Or insects. "Ugh, I give up," you declared dramatically, the squeaky sound of springs bouncing beneath you from where you'd flopped down onto the mattress making its way through the phone and to his ear.
JD merely snorted at your theatrics. God, you were adorable. "How about you keep looking, and if you still haven't found something by the time I get there, I'll choose for you?"
"Okaaaayyyyyy," came your drawn out reply, all whiny and reluctant, like a toddler finally agreeing to a nap. "But I wanna still talk to you on the phone."
"You can talk to me in a few minutes, dork," he replied with an affectionate eye roll that you could practically see through the phone. "Just hang tight."
"Okaaayyy. I love you."
It was quiet for a moment before he responded with "love you, too", all muffled and soft; then he hung up. You didn't take it personally. Despite all of his grand speeches and declarations of undying devotion, he rarely said the actual words "I love you" unless you did it first.
You were still flipping through DVDs when you heard his motorcycle pull up somewhere outside before rumbling to a stop, his head poking through the windowpane a few moments later.
"Do you always leave your window open for anyone to wander in?" He questioned almost accusingly, as though he were seriously judging you for making such a poor decision.
"Um, no. I'm not stupid," you retorted at his words, glancing up from the DVD you were holding to see him shucking off his leather overcoat after climbing inside. "I left it open because I knew you'd be coming over, duh."
"Hm." It didn't sound as though he believed you, but he decided not to push the subject. "Find something for us to watch yet?"
"No. Urgh, why does this have to be so difficult?" You were sitting in a spot on the floor that was surrounded on all sides by movie cases, most of which were Disney.
"How about…" JD knelt down on the floor beside you, a barrier of DVDs separating your bodies. "…we watch this?" He reached for one of the movies before holding it up for you to see. The Lion King. Typical that'd be the one he chose, since he secretly enjoyed the turmoil involving Scar and the hyenas.
He saw the way your eyes lit up with unbridled joy, squealing before you launched yourself at him, DVDs scattering in a mess across the floor, not that you seemed to notice or care. You peppered his face with affectionate kisses, not missing the gruff laughs that escaped him at your excitement.
"You're such a dork," he huffed with faux exasperation that you quickly shut up with a sweet peck to the lips.
"But you love me anyway," you countered with a grin before getting off him and standing, grabbing his hand so you could tug him over to the bed for cuddles.
"Yeah, yeah," he agreed with a playful eye roll, watching you put the movie in while he leaned back against your pillows. He reached down into the pockets of his jeans for a lighter and a spare cigarette, but before he could even get them out fully you were already whipping around and pointing a chastising finger at him.
"No. You're not smoking in my room, so you can just forget it."
He scoffed and slumped down further on the bed. "Hey, what's the big deal? You don't have a problem with it any other time."
"Because any other time I don't have to worry about you using my pillow as an ashtray," you shot back without missing a beat, climbing into bed with him and cuddling up to his side. "That's what."
He let out a loud sigh, as if you were inconveniencing him. "Alright, pretty boy. If you say so." The corners of his lips curled upwards into a smug smirk at the flustered shriek you let out before burying your face into his chest. He absolutely loved it when you got like this, all giggly and unable to think properly over something he did or said.
"Y'know, you keep your face in my chest like that, and you're gonna miss the movie. Which is the whole reason why I came over here to begin with," he murmured in a low and smooth voice, dipping his head down to speak right next to your ear. "Unless you've got something else in mind for keeping me entertained?"
"JD!" You squawked while giving him a light shove, feeling as your face began to heat up at his teasing. "Stop that. You're doing it on purpose."
"If you say so," he shrugged and pulled his head back, still smirking as an arm moved up to curl possessively around your waist. "I still say you're a dork for making me watch Disney movies of all things."
"But I'm your dork," you pointedly replied, grinning up at him with a delighted twinkle in your eyes.
"Yeah, yeah." He reached up and playfully flicked you on the nose, enjoying the surprised fit of giggles you erupted into at the action. "My dork."
End notes: I'm so sorry if jd's ooc or if this isn't very good, I tried my best to come up with a fluffy and cute plot for you dear anon 💔
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Summary: A night of not being able to sleep leads to loving and enjoying each other. (I would say around 2007-2008).
Warnings: smut, soft intercourse, kissing, body worshipping kinda.
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It was hard to tell what time it was. But you should definitely be asleep. It was dark. The stars were already glowing sharply on the almost black sky. Your eyes were closed and you could feel them starting to get heavy but it felt like you were never gonna fall asleep completely. Bill was lying next to you, in your bed. You could feel some of his legs brushing against the back of your knees. You turned around after laying on one side for some time. Bills eyes were closed. You assumed he was asleep. Your palm reached for his cheek, stroking your thumb over his gentle cheek. You retracted your hand after a moment. It was practically silent in your bedroom. You could only hear Bills breathing and sounds coming from the world around you.
Cars driving by, people getting home late, dogs barking and the wind against the windows, trees and leaves.
He smiled just a bit. Bill loves physical contact. You breathed out a laugh. You moved to cuddle up to him, wrapping your arm around his torso and shuffling your body against his. He accepted your closeness by wrapping his arms around your body aswell. His hands let your black t-shirt slide up so he could softly brush his fingertips against your warm skin. Your eyes closed as he was starting to massage your lower back and hip. You hummed into Bills chest. “Are you having trouble falling asleep?” He questioned. You nodded with a hum. “Me too.” He mumbled. You lifted your head to see his face. Your palm laid flat against his chest as your eyes admired him. His black hair framing his face perfectly. His brown eyes being almost hid in the dark, but still having a glimmer. You moved up a little to kiss him on his lips. Bill kissed you back moving his hands around your body when you initiated the kiss.
He sighed into the kiss, like he could relax with your closeness. Bills hands slide under your shirt feeling around your back basically giving you goosebumps. You moved away from him and Bill decided to sit up completely when you moved away. He cupped your face looking into your eyes. You stared right back. Back into the most beautiful eyes you have looked into and felt this special at the same time.
Bill moved his hands back to around your waist as he leaned in for another kiss. You gave into it. Your hands rested around his neck pulling him closer, as he pulled you onto his lap. You both melted into each others arms. You were both starting to breathe more heavily. Your hands moved down his body and under his t-shirt. Both you and Bill started to undress each other.
“Is this okay?” Bill asked against your lips. He retracted enough to check your face expression. You gave him a tired smile. “Yes.” You nodded, and helped him take off your shirt. Bill helped you take off his aswell. He motioned for you to lay down on your back. Not many words were exchanged between you two. You were tired yet not exhausted.
You laid down on your back letting Bill lay between your legs on top of you. He gave you a short kiss on the lips before moving down your neck and collarbone. His kisses were soft and slow. He didn’t rush them. Your hands found their way into his hair.
Bill sat up to take off his pj shorts, and as he did so you reached after your own to take them off too but Bill saw it in the corner of his eye and his hand carefully landed on yours to stop you. Your eyebrows furrowed as you stopped moving, trying to read Bill.
Bills shorts landed on the floor and he turned to look at you. He leaned down and kissed you on the lips not too quick, not too long. His hands glided your pj shorts down your legs, pulling them off and letting them fall onto the floor aswell. He slowly rubbed his hands on your inner thighs as he kissed you now and then on your lips. Your hands rested on his arms.
You sighed and moved your hands to his boxers trying to pull them off. But Bill decided to take off your underwear first. He kissed down your belly, before pulling your under garments down your legs. You felt the soft fabric touch and move upon your skin. Your hands travelled to his hands feeling his hands, but also the way he touched you. Right now, his hands were resting upon your upper thighs. You let out a soft laugh and ran a hand through his dark hair. He looked up through his eyelashes and your breath hitched at his beautiful almost hazel brown eyes. They somehow managed to shine at you in the dark. You felt a cold breeze down your spine and you shuddered. He smiled. A very small smile. You barely noticed it. You looked up at the ceiling as a huff escaped you. You guides Billie down to where you wanted him. Down by your core. He understood and moved down himself, as he started kissing your thighs. All of a sudden you felt on fire. “Oh.” You exhaled lightly. He kissed closer and closer to where you wanted him the most. The butterflies in your belly got stronger and you whined. You could feel him smile against your inner thigh as he kissed them sloppily. He let his right hand rub all over your thigh too. His soft tongue glided slowly across your folds. He did multiple times before his tongue carefully laid against your bundle of nerves. You reached for his hand as your breathing got heavier. Your chest started heaving up and down as Bill kept going. However he got up on his knees and leaned over you, catching each others eyes. His arms next to you as he supported himself on his arms. You cupped hus cheeks, so soft so gentle. You pulled him down to kiss you and your lips moved in synch to each other. He let his teeth softly nibble on your bottom lip before he moved his lips down to your jaw, neck and throat. You moaned lightly at the touch and wrapoed your arms around his neck, caressing his shoulders, neck and what else you could reach. Not much was said between you two. Perhaps, you had known each other for so long that none of you had much to say when you both got so lost in each others arms. It was quiet most of the time, and you could hear the traffic still going on outside. All the noises from outside fainted away as Bill kept going. Going further. Your knees were up in the air, holding the duvet somewhat up. He still had his boxers on and you reached your hand down them. Just to stroke him once before you looked him in the eyes. “So do you have any condoms?” He rolled his eyes slightly nodding. He only rolled his eyes because of course he did. You knew he did. You had been together for some time now anyways. He reached for the drawer next to the bed and found one. He took off his underwear, sliding the condom on and letting himself lay between your legs. You smiled and kissed him again. He finally found your entrance and let a moment linger. He kissed down your chest right before he started to thrust. You arched your back out of instinct and let your hands roam his soft and warm skin. He constantly tried to find your lips in a heated kiss, but you both already so worked up that it didn’t really become kisses. And if it did, they were short.
He sneaked his hands behind your back holding you incredible close and tight. Your hands ended up on his shoulders, and you couldn’t stop your fingertips from digging into his shoulderblades as he thrusted, and kept hitting the right place. You felt it building up in your lower abdomen and the whole time noises were escaping both of your throats. He reached down for more kissing but your noses touched instead and you both smiled as a few breathy laughs escaped. You furrowed your eyebrows as he did too. You could hear the bed rock just a bit. Your head churned around in the tender feathery pillows. You both felt it too strongly at the same time. Bill burried his head in between your shoulder and hair. You heard him let out a whine as his movements slowed down, but right as he whined you felt electricity run through your legs and you held him tight.
[mingi voice memo 2 pm] hey baby! sorry is this weird? im on the go right now. i dont really have time to text or call so i hope this is okay. going between schedules right now and just been thinking of you. its really warm here in LA. it reminded me of the times we went to the beach together. i really miss being with you. sorry i hope this isnt weird *laughs* i just really wanted you to know! did you get my letter yesterday? or was it coming today....well let me know if you got it! .........yeah okay! im over here! one second! .... sorry baby i have to end this now. i love you!!! *kissing sounds* see you soon!!
a/n: its 2 am and my brain is wide awake and ended up writing this lmao! ill make these better in the future but i just had to get this out!!!
Series summary: Readers new around town, and therefore doesnt know the place or people. However, she ends up befriending the most chaotic people she could find.
Warnings: Idk let me know if u spot any. (Also this isn’t historically correct bc i want it my way ig).
Pairing: Billie Joe X Fem!Reader
A/N: Alright so I’m bored and I’m gonna apparently explore different fandoms, cause heres a Billie Joe fic. However I lowkey dont know where to go with this fic so I’ll only post this part for now, and to my surprise there isn’t a lot of fics within this fandom..
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On a regular day at the week you found yourself in a whole new place. You were actually here for studying, but it was gonna be a long year if you didn’t make any friends or connections at all. Now, making new friends isn’t all that easy, which is why at first you settled with s cat. A male cat who would keep you company. He was cuddly, but also took care of himself, like all cats pretty much do.
But at one point you had to face the fact that you didn’t do well without social contact. Yes, you still called back home, not only to your family but also friends. But who would be there for you when you hung up? Exept for your cat of course.
You really didn’t know how to meet new people. What kind of communities were there in your area? And how did you join?
For being a 21 year old, on your own in a new place, you really hoped that there was communities for your age. And interests. One to mention could be music. Music means a lot to many people, including you.
You pondered and wondered but you just physically couldn’t come up with anything. So you gave up.
A week later, walking down a street you weren’t familiar with. You were on your way home, and unfortunately couldn’t go the way you always did, when coming home from a long day at your school. You weren’t all to familiar with your surroundings yet, and therefore mostly only felt safe walking the known path, you had to walk pretty much every day.
But this time you were stressed out because the path you always walk, was unfortunately closed down. In a sense that an accident had happened, down that specific street. Ambulances and police cars parked down that street, with flashing lights everywhere. You knew you couldn’t just find your way around, but you tried walking down other Streets to see if anything was looking familiar.
But you only got more stressed as you felt completely lost. Your mind was racing with a thousands thoughts at once. What was gonna happen now? You were starting to get sweaty under your jacket, which was even more frustrating cause it was already hot outside. You wore a dark coloured summer jacket, cause every now and then the summer breeze would hit, in such a relieving way. But instead of standing and not knowing what to do you kept walking around. Walking down a street where you a bunch young people hanging around. It was little funny, so hang on here.
By a pair of stairs, leading down into what normally would look like a shop. But you could tell this wasn’t a shop. A few youths sitting or standing by the stairs, chilling. Most of them with a cigarette in between their fingers.
You hesitated walking down the street, because not only did this look like a closed off space, but you weren’t that well around people your age. Why? Not sure, but maybe its the way its so easy to get wronged by people you thought would understand you.
At first you thought you’d just walk past them, but what if you had to go past them again, cause you walked in the wrong direction, like you’ve been doing for some time now. Your stomach churned.
You then decided to go up and ask them for directions, since it was probably what you should’ve done for so long now.
You probably looked extremely nervous walking up to them by the way your lips curved into an awkward smile, and your slightly shaky voice.
“Uhm..Hello. I’m new around here and I seem to be a little lost..” You were trying to explain your situation as you were facing completely new humans. From what you could tell they were all men. It only made you more nervous to talk to them, as you also took in completely new appearences.
Most of them had unnatural hair colours. Blue and green. Tattoos and piercings. By a first impression, you’d think they were open-minded. And you tried to calm yourself with that. Maybe they wouldn’t judge you, like you always worried would happen anyways.
You felt like they had such an intense gaze but when a stranger approaches you, that will probably be an outcome.
“Yeah so, this is the street I’m headed.” You pulled out a piece of paper from your pocket. A piece of paper you had kept on you ever since you moved in, because of the fear of exactly this scenario.
One of the guys with with a tatto on his arm, and an earring hanging from his earlobe tried to reach out for it before one the others snatched it out of your grip. You took a look at the guy who tried, but failed. His hair was dark but not black. Quite lighter actually. And he was probably the tallest one, but you couldn’t exactly tell when most of them were sitting down. His face had a few sharp features. Like the shape of his face was sharp and somewhat bony. He had a long nose and a long face in general. His hair was messy.
He gave the other nameless guy a look, which you couldn’t read. You figured it was just normal teasing among friends.
The man holding and reading the piece of paper, was the one sitting on the top step of the stairs. His hair was blue, a quite bright one.
He read it, as the other ones let their eyes get a glimpse of the writing. He stood up and you could tell that he was definitely shorter than the other one. Now you got a better look at his face. His eyebrows were a bit long and black. His face oval and his eyes were green. But you noticed how he had small dark circles under his eyes, and you yourself knew what that was like. He probably didn’t get that much sleep, and if he did it wasn’t enjoyable.
He started explaining the directions for you but you could barely keep up. You had never been good at directions, or finding your way around. You really tried to understand, and you didn’t wanna make a fool of yourself.
You felt like giving up and just letting yourself wander around for hours again. But what good would that do? When he was done explaining he was looking at you. His eyes squinted from the suns rays. Which made a Line appear between his eyebrows, and a subtle scrunched nose. You gave him an awkward smile and shrugged. “Thank you for the help.” You said, but he could sense the insecurity beaming out of you.
“Alright, come here.” He walked down to the end of the street as you followed behind. When he reached the corner, he started pointing to a bunch of directions while explaining. You were finally understanding, and he gave you back the piece of paper. “No problem.” He replied after you thanked him a second time. He kept standing for a moment by the end of the street, watching you for a few seconds as you made your way home. He turned away, and walked back to where he came from.
His friends had been joking around, and sounds of laughter escaped the young men. He sat down by stairs again, as one of his friends shoved him. “Should’ve asked for her nummer while you were at it.” A goofy tone echoed in his friends voice.
“Yeah, you snapped that piece of paper so quickly, I didn’t stand a chance.” His other friend joked along.
The blue haired guy shook his head, and reached for his friends cigarette box. “Hey!” He exclaimed in protest, but didn’t snatch it back. “You owe me now.” He gave a faint smile, and lit the cigarette with a black lighter.
For you, you couldn’t shake off the fact that this was the longest and most helpful conversation you had had in your everyday life outside of school yet. Not only that, but they were interesting guys. They looked different and probably on purpose. And to be honest they were interesting to you. What a bummer this is how it went.
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if anyone is actually interested and wants a part more let me know (: also there’s probably spelling mistakes sorry! English is not my first language guys. I’ll probably right one anyway but at the same time i would need something to be motivated for like be fr.
Hi! I’m sorry that I’m replying so late. But writersblock is real 😔. Anyways here you go!
Also I told y’all I was working on it, so fear not 🩷.
You can read part one here: Taxi
Warnings: mentions of candy and beverages, mention of making out
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When you arrived at your destination you kissed Spencer goodbye before closing the car door. The taxi driver drove to your adress first and then Spencer got home. It was a sweet moment. A mix of Intimacy and sweet love, when standing by the car door. Holding onto the cold door and leaning down to place a quick but loving kiss on his plump lips. It felt a little weird to already feel so intimate with the guy you’ve been crushing on for months. But you went to sleep happy that night. Never felt such adrenaline before.
It wasn’t the easiest thing to wake up the next day. It was hard to think about what to do next. You didn’t confess any love to Spencer, but you did make out in a Taxi. There’s gotta be some feelings there. But what do you say? What do you do? Is Spencer going through this too? Is he just as confused?
God
Being so conflicted and not knowing what to do, you did nothing. Which maybe isn’t the best solution, but it’s not like you could avoid Spencer forever anyways. And you didn’t want to either. That wasn’t what you were trying to do. You were trying to think about your next move.
But it lead you nowhere. So you showed up to work after the weekend. Nonchalant. You guessed the reason why Spencer didn’t text you or call was because he didn’t want to scare you off or seem persistent.
“Good morning.” That familiar flirty voice said. “Hi Derek.” Morgan gave you a cheeky look from his chair. He was leaning his entire back on the chair. Like he wouldn’t fall any minute if he kept doing that. You sat down by your desk starting to get your things together for the day. Reid came back from the kitchenette, you guessed. He had a dark blue mug in his hands.
It was like his brown eyes light up when they spotted you in the bullpen. It didn’t take long for his long legs to make his way over to you. “Good morning, Y/N.” He said. And Spencer is always polite. But something in his tone had changed. Changed to something way more than friendliness in his voice. For a minute you looked up. “Good morning.” Then you returned to your duty. He furrowed his brows for a second. Now there wasn’t anything wrong with doing your work, but the way you were too quick with him wasn’t normal. Not for any of you two. “Uhm..” He was contemplating on saying anything to point it out but he didn’t want to cause a scene in the middle of the BAU.
So he just minded his own business and got back to work. During lunch you were sitting with Elle in the break room. You were both just sitting and snacking while talking.
“What did you do this weekend?” She asked and stuck her fork in her mouth. You sat and thought for a few seconds. Was it even a good idea to tell anyone? Pretty sure you could get fired for that..But it’s Elle. Your best friend. But then again everyone at the BAU love to tease each other. Will she even be able to keep it a secret?
You smirked. You tried so hard not to smile. The thought of you and Spencer being so close and intimate was making your belly errupt in butterflies. And of course it tugged at the sides of your lips. Elle is a profiler. That was not something she was going to overlook. “What? What happened?” She smiled too. She looked down at her food before giving you a teasing look. “Nothing.” You shrugged it off and tried to think of something else while she was staring you down like an unsub. Trying to figure you out. Even though, you promised not to profile each other. But that’s almost impossible. She pointed her fork at you accusingly. “Now you tell me what happened in your weekend, Y/N.” You could hear that she was trying not let out a laugh while she said and did all that. “Oh no.” You chuckled and rested the back of your hand against your forehead like you were checking for a fever. But it was to hide your face and put a shadow over it, so Elle wouldn’t look at you directly. “I’m scared to say.” You finally admitted and held both of your hands onto your waterbottle that was standing on the table you were sitting by. She raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Because I’m scared to get fired. If I tell you, you have to be quiet about it.” Your tone became serious. Going from laughing and teasing to serious and firm.
“Oh, okay.” Elle’s face was completely rested. She didn’t seem scared or concerned. More curious. Like she was waiting to see how to judge you. “Me and Spencer kissed.” You bit your bottomlip for a second after you said it. You were fidgeting madly with your waterbottle. Elle started to smile. “I’m happy for you, but it’s not that big of a surprise.” She shrugged. For a moment you almost let your jaw hit the floor. “What?” You let out a breath, like you couldn’t believe Elle was so chill about the fact that her two colleagues had kissed. “I mean, Y/N, as a profiler I had seen it coming.” She grabbed more food with her fork and took a bite of it. While she was chewing and looking at you for a response, her eyes slowly drifted to a figure behind you. She sat up straight and shifted her chair closer to yours. You mirrored her actions, not for one second doubting Elle. Between you two a beautiful friendship had blossomed with an important amount of trust between you. You turned your head to the side to see what was going on. Morgan was headed to the break room with a mug in his hand. He entreres and must’ve felt the energy change hanging in the air ‘cause he stood comepletely still and shifted his eyes back and forth from me and Elle. He lifted up his mug confused with a: “What?”
It was hard not to smile at that. Mostly because you didn’t know how to respond, so your instinct was too smile at him. “Nothing.” Elle said entirely chill and did the same Derek did with his mug but using her fork instead. “Come on now.” He sighed and walked over to make himself more coffee. He shook his head on his way. Elle looked you and smiled when Morgan turned his back to you. She nudged you with her shoulder before she packed her lunch together. It’s not certain what Elle meant by that. Did she just tease you? Did it mean nothing? Maybe it was her playful side coming out to tease. Or maybe she guessed that Morgan already knew about the kiss from Reid. It was tempting to ask Morgan if he did. But if he didn’t know you would’ve just revealed yourself. So risky.
But when Elle left, Morgan turned around and waved with a tea spoon that he held between his thumb and index finger. While he turned around he did this whistle noise. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Your mind was racing alot of thoughts. If you hadn’t told him anything, did Spencer? Or was it a different reason? If so, what the hell was it? You let out a shaky breath and held onto your own lunchbox. “I heard that…you and Reid have a little thing going on.” He said teasingly and made his way over. He was mostly looking up in the air, like he was trying to remember what Spencer told him. He looked down again into your eyes. “What?” Your eyes widened just a little, trying to remain calm. Like you were going to lose your while career. “Mhmm…” He hummed as he sat on the table waving one leg of it, while the other was firmly on the grey floor. “What do you mean?” You furrowed your eyebrows once again.
“He told me. You kissed.” He took a sip. “Oh.” Not being sure what to respond that’s what came out. “Okay.” You shrugged even though you could feel your palms getting sweaty. You got up and decided to pack your things and leave aswell. “Aww, don’t leave. I think it’s great you did.” He rushed when he saw what you were doing. “Morgan.” You almost chuckled. “It’s fine.” You smiled. He took a long look at you. “He doesn’t know what to do now. He came to me for advice. You didn’t talk the whole weekend apparently.” He told you as he stood up. “I don’t know what to do either.” You sighed. “I really like him and apparently he likes me back, but I just don’t know what to do now. Go on a date?” You raised an eyebrow at your suggestion, still being unsure. You rubbed your fingers together, holding hands with yourself basically. “Could be a start.” He said calmly. So relaxed, like he never had relationship problems.
You bit your bottomlip thinking about it for a moment and bobbed your head like you were listening to music. Getting customed to the idea of a date with Spencer. “Alright.” You muttered.
So now you had to find a way to get on a date with Spencer. And for it to happen you might have to be the one asking him. For Spencer is shy. You knew it would take him courage to do so. But then again he already knew you were interested in him. Or maybe he thought you were just playing around. Or it was the alcohol.
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As you were looking for a case file in one if your drawers you spotted a note on top of one of them.
Hi Y/N. I really didn’t know how to tell you, so I’ll write it you. I really like you. And maybe you already knew that since we kissed. But I always thought our first kiss could’ve been when we atleast had been on a few dates. So maybe we should start over? Do you want to go on a date with me?
- Spencer
Your lips started to curve upwards and you couldn’t help but glance over at Spencer who was caught up by his own work. You chuckled and grabbed a pen and started to write your own note back to him.
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I decided to finish this since it was just sitting in my drafts and it had been like a year.
