Spencer Charnas One Shots

L. Therapist

* just some cursing and shit

* note: set around tss, probably part 2

(I believe karen is the receptionist, correct me if im wrong)

~ third person ~

"Dr. Black, Miss L/n is here," Karen walked into Ian's office where Spencer was still on the couch. The two men turned their heads towards the receptionist.

"Oh, I didn't know it was past four. I can-"

Ian cut off Spencer, "That's alright, she can wait." Spencer looked to Ian with a weird look and then back to Karen.

"I really don't think-" Karen was cut off once again by Ian.

"Tell her to wait." Ian said sternly. Karen shook her head and scoffed, walking out of his office and back to the waiting room. Karen told the woman dressed in black what the doctor said, but she wasn't having it.

A few minutes after Ian began to ask Spencer about his dreams again, that's when Spencer set his eyes on the woman. She had walked to the door frame, leaning on it slightly. Her hair and makeup looked perfect, but also a little messy. She wore a black FFDP shirt with a leather jacket over it. It was accompanied by a mini skirt with fishnets under it and black, knee high platforms. She caught his gaze right away, almost like he was looking at a plate of his favorite food.

"M- Miss L/n, you cannot just barge in here-" This time, Y/n cut Ian off.

"It's ten past one, Dr. Black," she said with a smirk. The woman then walked over to the couch where Spencer sat, sitting right next to him. "If you want to spend my time with someone else, then I'm fine with that. But right now, we need to talk about my problems."

Ian looked quite pissed, but Spencer was more shocked. He'd never met someone like her. Well, apart from the clothes. No one would just barge into a doctors office, with another client, like that. Spencer felt butterflies fill his stomach. Maybe not butterflies, more like moths. "Hello, Spencer," she said to the tatted man, without even looking at him.

"Hello to you too, Miss L/n. I'm assuming you know me from my music?" he questioned. Y/n nodded and popped a piece of gum in her mouth. Spencer just watched with a small grin forming.

"S- Spencer, I am so sorry about her.." Ian stuttered and spoke nervously.

"No no, that's quite alright," Spencer said, standing, "I would be quite pissed if someone went over my hour with you." Spencer looked down at the girl and she smirked back up at him. It was like an instant connection between them, somehow. Y/n sent a wink his way and he smirked. "I'll see you next time, Dr. Black." And with that, the man walked out.

"That was very rude of you, Y/n. I've told you before that if this happens again, I'll have to release you from my care," Ian spoke to the woman with anger in his tone.

"Don't get angry at me. Weren't you the one who shooed me out last week for another client before my time was over?" she spoke back to the doctor.

"Well- yes.. But that doesn't matter!" Ian spoke up and grabbed his notepad and pen. "So, what is it this time? Anger issues still prominent?" Y/n groaned, it was like this every time with him.

She struggled with her anger. Well, that was what Ian thought. Sure, the woman had anger issues, but little did he know was that she was a local serial killer. She kept herself well hidden, and came to Ian as a coverup and to get medication. It was the only way she could do death by pills, as long as she said every time that they weren't working anymore.

Y/n went through the same conversation. Fights with friends, that were always made up, getting into bar fights, pills not working. She had multiple stories she liked to tell. Occasionally, if one medicine worked well for a while, she'd say it was working. Y/n never took the medicine, of course. Maybe something strong just to get herself a high, but it was nothing for her actual anger.

Her anger was only around people. Bad people, that is. She wasn't a hitman or anything, she just enjoyed getting revenge. People she saw hitting women, or cops that were racist. She always had a reason. They were never innocent, though. No one was ever innocent. So far, her killings were covered up. She spread them out, hiding them in various places, and only some were found.

But, just like Ian normally did, he gave her a different medication for her mental issues. Y/n got the prescription and left, heading back to her house to wait for night to come.

Once it did, she headed out to her local bar. It was time for a night out to see if she could snatch anyone up. Someone she didn't expect to see there was Spencer. Y/n always had a thought in her mind about him being on tour and the murders that were surrounding it, but she never really thought about it too much. But now, seeing him alone in a booth, she walked over and slipped into the seat next to him. "Hello again, Miss L/n." Spencer greeted her without looking her direction, like she did him earlier.

"It's Y/n," she corrected and looked at him. She smirked and took his drink, taking a sip of it. "Mm, nice. You have good taste."

"And you do too," Spencer spoke while sliding a picture of a dead man towards her. She recognized the face — one of the criminals she had murdered about a week ago. "You got to him just before I could."

"How long have you known?" she asked, setting her chin in her palm and looking at him. The smirk never left her face. And his didn't either, when he looked at her,

"Since earlier." Y/n slid the paper back to him and he simply shoved it in his pocket. "I just don't want you getting in the way. I already have my murders planned out."

The woman scoffed and moved closer to him, gently running her index finger against his stubbly jaw, "Mm, why should I?"

"I wouldn't want your pretty body ending up like my others," Spencer said back, putting his hand on her uncovered thigh, now only wearing the skirt. The two were obviously flirting with each other. Anyone could tell, even without the touching.

"Oh, what a wonder it would be to be killed by the Spencer Charnas," she whispered, moving her face closer to his. With her head just barely tilted, their breaths mingled together. Spencer glanced down at her lips and then back into her eyes. His hand traveled up her thigh a bit more and he held it tightly, causing her to jump and laugh softly.

"I don't know if that's what you want your fate to be, pretty lady," he whispered against her lips. He was just barely brushing hers against his. She didn't pull away though,

"Take me home and give me a list of people, then I'll think about it."

"Deal," he said and closed the gap between their lips. The two kissed passionately but also roughly. Y/n pulled away after a single kiss and smiled, resting her hand on his.

"We could leave now and have some drinks there?" she asked with a flirty tone.

"Sure, lovely."

But, as they got to Spencer's house, the first thing they did was go upstairs and start to make out on his bed. Both of them were hungry for some sort of attention, and more hungry for each other. Y/n pushed Spencer on the bed so he was laying back and she was above him.

"This means nothing, kay?" she asked, leaning closer towards him. Spencer put his hands on her ass and forced the skirt to ride up to just around her waist. Her bare ass was now exposed to him.

"I'll think about it when I want another bite of you." Spencer smirked and kissed the woman again, continuing their streamy night together.

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