Tyler, Hyperventilating: 911? My Wife Is In Labor

nate: *drunk, talking with the bayview crew* yeah. and that girl right there? that's my girlfriend.

bronwyn: your wife, nate.

nate: my wife?! oh man, that's even better.

snowdrop, part one

A/N: (found the gif used in the moodboard on pinterest, I'm sorry I do not know the creator)

Summary: “Excuse me, do you work here?” 

Warnings: Gideon!daughter!reader, reid wears glasses pre s1 because I said so (at least in this fic), literally just fluff, coffee-based flirting, kissing

Word count: 1908

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“Excuse me, do you work here?” 

You stopped dead in your tracks, book halfway pushed back onto the shelf. Looking over your shoulder, you saw a lanky man with heavy glasses resting on his little nose. 

“I-, yeah,” you quickly spat out, turning to face him completely, “what can I do for you?”

“I was trying to find Chaucer, but I, um, can’t,” he explained, shrugging his brown leather satchel back up into place on his shoulder. 

“Oh, well, let me show you,” you walked around the corner with him in tow, “it’s right over-,” your finger scanned down the dark shelf, but both it and your sentence fell short when you found the designated spot to be empty, “oh, I see why. You must have not been the only one in the medieval mood,” you flashed him a small smile. 

“Seems so,” he said slowly, his eyes taking their time washing over your face. 

“You know what?” you snapped your fingers, “I think there might be a few more down in the archive, but I think they might be the kind that you’re not allowed to take home with you…”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” his face lit up at your words, “I was just gonna read a few right here during my break anyway.”

Your eyebrows shot up, “a few?” Chaucer wasn’t exactly what you would call light reading… 

“Yeah, I, um,” you saw him struggle to figure out how much to explain, “yeah…”

“Alright,” you slowly started making your way in the direction of the front desk and where the staircase to the basement was located, “I will be right back,” you assured him, seeing him flash you a cute tight-lipped smile before he disappeared from your view completely. 

“Good news!” you were still somewhat out of breath from how you’d rushed back up the stairs to see the patiently waiting man again, “I found a copy of The Book of the Duchess!” you held the old book over your head. 

“Perfect!” he looked at you as if you’d just done a magic trick, “thank you so much.”

“Just, doing my job,” you suddenly felt yourself getting nervous under his warm gaze.

“Still,” his hand brushed against yours as you handed him the hardcover, “thank you. I’ve been feeling a little homesick the past few days, so maybe this will do the trick. Thank you, um,” you followed his wandering vision to stare down at your own chest, “I’m sorry,” he blushed, quickly averting his gaze, “I wasn’t looking at your-… I was just trying to see if you were wearing a nametag, which you are not… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay” you smiled, honestly finding his reaction kinda cute, “my name is Y/n.”

“Y/n,” face still a tomato, he reached out his hand, “I’m Spencer.”

Grabbing it with your own, you couldn’t stop the small giggle that fought to escape your chest, “it’s nice to meet you, Spencer. So, what are you studying?”

“Oh, I’m not a student here,” he let go of your faintly clammy palm, “my boss just teaches here, and I’m still new on the job, so he’s allowed me to shadow him for a while just in the beginning.”

“Really? What do you work-“ your question was cut short as the elderly librarian snapped at you.

“Y/n!” you whipped around to see her holding out the phone to you, the cord no longer curly from how she tried to reach you, “it’s your brother on the line. Says it’s urgent. “

“Oh,” damn your older brother’s timing. Maybe if he’d just given you a bit longer, you would be the one calling about relationship drama and not the other way around, “I’m sorry Spencer, I really need to take that,” maybe Ava had kicked him out again? Not the first time and undoubtedly not the last.

“Yeah, yeah, no, you go,” he rushed out, waving an encouraging hand, “talk to your brother.”

“Okay,” you slowly backed up, “enjoy the book. Hope it works in making you feel a bit more at home.”

“Me too,” he bit down on the corner of his bottom lip in order to restrain his rapidly rising smile, “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

Now around the counter, the other librarian impatiently handed the telephone off to you, “yeah, see you,” and as you raised the phone up to your ear to hear Stephen midsentence, mumbling something, you mouthed Spencer a small bye before finally forcing your eyes off of him and turning your attention elsewhere.

Not a day went by where you didn’t see Spencer. Every break he got, even if it wasn’t a long one, he would spend it in the library. 

He kept on asking you where certain books were, and even though it had to be just poor excuses to talk to you, you still jumped at it every single time, eagerly helping him even if the book was literally right in front of his own nose. Every time he as much as glanced up at you from the pages of the book he was speeding through, you blushed like a little schoolgirl who’d never even been in the same room as a boy. 

One day, after a few weeks of this routine, he’d caught you right before your own break. Maybe you were just feeling confident that day or maybe, time had finally caused you to get over the initial high his presence gave you, nevertheless, you’d asked if he wanted to check out the cafe across campus. 

You’d never been there before, didn’t really know why, maybe it was just that every time you wanted a cup of coffee, you went for the easy, comfortable option and not venture out on some great quest. You had a feeling that he’d understand, so that’s just how you’d worded it, to essentially hold your hand while you checked out a new place. 

Understand he did. Nearly stumbling over his own feet in anticipation.

And that innocent little coffee-based flirting was probably what led to this.  

“Dad, I’m fine, really,” you spoke into the sage green phone and leaned against the front desk, bumping it with your hip softly, “you don’t need to wait for me to get off work.”

“You sure? Because it’s only a few hours.”

“Yeah, you just use that time to go shopping for dinner or something.”

“Alright,” he sighed contently. Even though the reason for your father's leave still weighed heavy on his shoulders, the ample time you suddenly got to spend with him felt like a gift. 

“Oh, and get ready to lose within like six moves tonight,” you smiled, dreaming of the many games of chess you always played when he came over for your weekly dinner. 

“Six?”

“Yeah, well, I learnt from the best,” you sang, turning just in time to see a familiar tall figure move through the library doors. He was balancing two beige to-go coffee cups in his hands and hastily making his way towards you, “hey, I gotta run, okay?”

“Okay, see you tonight,” your father spoke, but his words didn’t really cling to you as all you could focus on was the smile on the fast-approaching man, “I love you, honey.”

“Love you too, dad, bye,” you hung up just in time for Spencer to come to a stop right on the other side of the counter. “Hi,” you felt your heartbeat start to pick up at his sudden presence. 

“Hey,” Spencer beamed, sliding one of the coffee cups over the high desk to you, “here…”

Staring at the paper cup in pure awe for a good while, you blinked up at him again and asked, “is that for me?”

“Yep,” he nodded timidly, taking a small sip of his own. 

“Did you just come here to bring me a cup of coffee?” you picked it up and brought it closer to your smiling lips. 

“No, no, I, um,” he not so subtly scrambled his brain for an excuse, “well, I also wanted to read something…”

“Hm,” you took a sip of the steaming beverage, “good thing you came to a library then.”

“Yeah, right,” he giggled softly, wincing cutely at himself.

“So,” you leaned over the counter, closing in on him, fully aware of just how low cut your shirt of the day was, “what’ll it be today?”

“I, um, uh, m-maybe something on hydrology?” 

“Hydrology?”

“Yeah…”

“Okay, well, if there are any up here, there should be over in 551,” you pointed to the designated section, “but I think that’s the kind of thing we keep mostly down in the archive.”

Biting his bottom lip, he asked softly, “can I come with you?”

“Downstairs?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m not really supposed to bring anyone down there without the proper authorisation…” 

“Right, yeah, sorry,” he glanced down, shaking his head.

Setting down the drink, you grabbed the crammed bundle of keys off the desk, “let’s go.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you glanced around you to check for the other librarian, “just, don’t bring the coffee,” you snatched it from his fingers and set it down before he could smuggle it with him, “Debby would actually kill me if I allowed food or drinks of any kind down there.” 

Chuckling, he followed your lead, sneaking down the dark staircase you exposed with the click of the lock. 

Switching on the flickering light, you noted how Spencer’s face too lit up from the vision of the hoard of books now at his fingertips. 

“Wow,” he breathed out, moving almost as if the tomes were calling his name. 

“I know,” you followed him as he wandered through the maze-like basement like a kid in a toy shop. 

“How do you not just spend all of your time down here?” he glanced over his shoulder at you, “this is amazing,” he uttered, ghosting his fingers over a few of the delicate spines. 

Fighting to remember the task at hand, you blanked, “I, um, hydrology.”

“Yeah,” it seemed like it took him a second to remember what you were talking about. 

“It should be over here,” you walked past him, deeper down the narrow path. “Here,” your eyes flickered to find the correct Dewey decimal number. “So, um,” your breath got caught in your throat as he stopped close enough for his arm to brush up against yours, “I don’t know, do you just wanna take a look at what there is or-“

Your babbling was cut off as you glanced over, just to gauge his response and was instead greeted by his lips softly pressing up against your own. Your fingers quickly came up to the sides of his neck as you felt your balance begin to sway. 

“Wow,” you breathed out, almost tipping over as he pulled back. 

“Wow?” he misread your stunned expression and started to loosen his grip around your waist. 

“Yeah,” you let a shaky exhale flow from your smile before pulling him down for more. 

“Y/n?” you heard the heavy door creak open, “are you down here?”

Tearing away from each other, you felt a string of saliva snap back against your face, disconnecting you completely. The sound of your co-worker’s voice had been like a smack to the back of your head, “yes?” you squeaked through your swollen lips. 

“We need you back upstairs,” Debby demanded. 

“Yep, yep,” you clasped your palm over Spencer’s lips as soon as you saw them threaten a laugh, “I’ll be right up!”

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#fav scene of twisted hate.

NATEWYN + COMFORT

2x03 // 2x05 // 2x07

It is Wednesday, my dudes🖤🖤

Tyler: Look, I get it. You’re stressed out, two people died –

Wednesday: Twelve people died.

Tyler: Not the point. The point is, they’re dead now and really, whose fault is that?

Wednesday: Yours.

Tyler: That’s right, no one’s.

WEDNESDAY  |  1x07 “If You Don’t Woe Me By Now”

Terrible crack idea, no one look at me: Wednesday actually has a colour allergy and at the Rave'N after being doused in red paint she stops breathing.

Tyler's running outside with her in a bridal carry, Enid actually gets physical with Lucas and his normie friends to force them to admit what they 'laced' the paint with.

I feel at some point, Enid would have to go: "God, this reminds me of Wednesday's joke about her allergies. But seriously way worse." Tyler, crouched over Wednesday who is slowly turning blue under the red paint. "Allergy...joke?"

"OH, oh fuck."

And then she gets hosed down. Plus it's a legitimate explanation for why she got a custom uniform. No school I've ever heard of would allow let alone organise a goth uniform just for aesthetic preference.

OR, when she's arrested the Sheriff puts her in an orange jumpsuit for Father V Son Angst.

Tyler confronts Wednesday in S2

Tyler’s obsessive ass not ready to let Wednesday go

That night at Tyler’s hideout / Wednesday’s apartment

The next morning, Tyler brings Wednesday her quad

I’m actually here for Tyler. I told you he was bad news. Twice. But who I speak to is my business.

WEDNESDAY | 1x03 “Friend or Woe”