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Lazy Day

pt1, pt2, pt3

pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: suggestive cuz it's perce, dirty jokes, nudity, mentions of sex summary: percy and his girl have a lazy day in bed (pt3) a/n: final part! percy is my fav to write for

Percy was laid on his stomach with his head turned away from me, the blanket pushed down to his waist as his hands held the pillow. I gently ran my fingertips up his spine, his skin warm and smooth under my touch.

I folded my legs underneath me, the blanket falling to my knees as I traced the freckles across his back, making little constellations. His muscles rippled under the skin as he pulled his shoulder blades together, flexing his muscles as I traced them.

I was mesmerized by the way the little spots would pull and contract along the hills and valleys of his back. He let out a little hum as I ran my fingers along the back of his neck, just barely playing with the hair that fell at the nape.

"I love your back," I praised, trailing back down to the base of his spine.

"Well, if you love it so much, sweet girl, why don't you—"

"Don't."

He pushed himself up just enough to turn his head towards me. "How do you I was going to say something dirty?" he protested.

"Because I know you," I answered flatly, mindlessly drawing shapes on the small of his back. Percy's sea green eyes stared back at me, testing me. He looked divine, laying on his stomach with his pillow pushed under his chest, watching me intently with jet black hair falling in his eyes.

"Just because ninety percent of the things that come out of mouth have some kind of innuendo involved doesn't mean that's what I was gonna say."

I dropped my head to one side, raising my eyebrows at him. "And was it?"

He stayed silent, fighting a smirk.

"Exactly."

He rolled over to his back, taking my hand in his. "Well, how am I supposed to help it when I've got such a beautiful girl sitting next to me?"

His eyes shamelessly rake up and down my naked body as if he was trying to memorize the sight. Which knowing him, he probably was.

"Hey, do you know if there's a god of photographic memory?" he asked, answering my question for me. "Because if so I might have a few offerings to make."

I pulled my hand out of his, slapping his arm.

"Hey!" he argued. "Just putting it out there."

"You're being gross is what you're doing," I huffed, but I still let him pull me down to lay on his chest.

He gently ran his fingertips along my side, placing a kiss against my forehead. It had to be somewhere around noon by now, but I couldn't be bothered to care. If no one had come looking for us by now then I would happily stay in bed.

I took one of Percy's hands in mine, playing with his fingers. I laced our hands together, squeezing as hard as I could until he muttered a soft "ow". I let out a giggle, moving on to tracing the length of his pointer finger.

I turned over his hand, studying the line of old scar tissue across his palm. The edges curled just past the flat of his palm, tapering off like the creases in his skin.

"What gave you this?" I questioned.

"Chimera," he answered softly, his face pressed into my hair.

I hummed in response, bringing his hand flush with mine, giggling at the size difference. Percy's hand easily trumped mine, making me look tiny in comparison.

"I like your hands," I mumbled.

"Yeah?" he asked, a mischievous tone already in his voice. "How about when they're—"

"No!" I scolded, cutting him off.

"Come on! You haven't let me make a dirty joke since I fucked—"

I quickly turned to press a finger to his lips, glaring at him. He rolled his eyes, holding his hand up in defeat.

"You're no fun," he huffed as I settled back into his chest. We fell back into a comfortable silence, his hand rubbing my side as we listened to the soft trickle of the fountain.

"I'm hungry," Percy announced. "Maybe they'll have blueberries up at the pavilion. I haven't had anything blue all day."

"Blueberries aren't blue," I stated.

"What? Yes they are. It's right in the name, blue berry."

"News flash, they're named wrong. Take a blueberry muffin for instance. Are they ever blue?"

"Well... Everything's a different color when you bake it," he argued.

"Like what?"

"Cookie dough."

"In theory maybe. That's such a stupid argument."

"You're a stupid argument."

I quickly sat up, spinning to face him. "Excuse me?"

Percy's eyes swiftly dropped to my tits before meeting my gaze again with a smug smirk.

"Jackson," I warned.

His eyebrows shot up with a shocked smile. "Oh, last name."

"Stop trying to distract me." I crossed my arms over my chest, accidentally pushing up my boobs in the process, much to Percy's enjoyment. "I think what you meant to say was your beautiful loving girlfriend."

"Uh huh," he mumbled, eyes trained to my chest. "Whatever will keep you angry and naked."

I rolled my eyes, laying back down against his chest. "You're a dumbass."

"You love me," he laughed.

"Doesn't change the fact that you're a dumbass."

He filtered off with another low chuckle, and just as I thought I might get some peace and quiet, he started running his mouth again.

"I'm serious about the blueberries. I want a snack. We should go up to the pavilion."

"You're gonna have to drag me out of this bed," I protested, despite the way my cheeks heated up at his use of we.

"Besides," I continued, slipping my hand under the blanket to tap the bare skin of his hip. "You're gonna have to put on more clothes."

"If I let you wear my blue hoodie will you come with me?"

My head popped up at the offer. He rarely let me wear that hoodie since he claimed I stole all his others—its not my fault I somehow gained hoodies right after he lost ones identical to them—and the blue one just happened to be both of our favorites.

"Really?" I questioned.

"I mean as much as I hate you having to put on clothes, I guess I could make an exception if they're mine."

"Deal." I placed a swift kiss on his lips before tumbling out of bed behind him.

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Romeo and Juliet

pairing: billy loomis x reader genre: fluff content/warnings: mentions of murder summary: billy tries convincing you to sneak out with him

Billy pulled me closer by my hips, kissing my neck. "C'mon," He groaned. "Come to the party with me."

I laughed. He'd been practically begging all night. I was as close as I could get, yet he was still grabbing at me, trying to get closer. I spun around in his arms, fluffing my hair in the mirror as he continued to kiss my neck.

"Why can't we just stay here?"

Billy paused just long enough to meet my eyes in the mirror. "I want to show you off." His eyes dropped down my body before he returned to my neck.

"Why does it have to be tonight? We can just go to another party this weekend."

He stopped kissing me. He stood up, resting his head on top of mine, and found my eyes in the mirror again. The look on his face was soft, almost sad. His hands tightened on my waist.

"Please?"

I stared back at him. His voice was quiet, pleading. I sighed, turning around again as his arms came to wrap around the small of my back. He was watching me intently, that same sad look on his face.

"My parents will kill me," I tried again.

"We'll be like Romeo and Juliet," he said with a smirk, leaning down to kiss the corner of my mouth.

"Because that ended so well," I laughed as he trailed down to my jaw.

"They were together, weren't they?"

"We don't know that. I mean Romeo killed someone. Juliet was pure."

He pulled back with a wide grin. "Are you saying you're a perfect little angel?"

"If the shoe fits. You on the other hand..." I trailed off.

"I'm a damned killer?" He teased.

I shrugged. "You said it, not me."

"Hey, all's fair in love and war," he laughed.

"Whatever you say, Romeo."

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Morse Code

pairing: leo valdez x reader genre: fluff content/warnings: mentions of the argo II quest summary: leo realizes that reader knows morse code

"So we sail into the Atlantic, meet up with some mysterious group of Chiron's 'brothers', and then to the most dangerous place on earth for demigods?" Leo cast a glance around the table, meeting all the nervous eyes.

"Yeah, I guess so," Percy answered, mindlessly playing with a pile of blue gummy worms.

"Great," Leo sighed, his fingers tapping nervously against the table.

"It should only take us another six hours to get to the coordinates," Jason began, leading into a mission briefing sort of monologue, but Leo's mindless drumming made it hard to focus on his words.

He was nervous. It was hard enough for him to sit still as it was, but put us in the middle of the ocean heading toward the unknown and he was almost always bouncing off the walls. I wanted some way to soothe him, placate his nerves.

I gave up trying to listen to Jason, instead zoning in on Leo's soothing rhythm.

Wait, I knew this.

I began counting the beats, keeping track of the rushed code in my head.

O, V, E, Y, O, U, I, L, O, V—

He had talked about Morse code before, with his mom. He was spelling out I love you.

Without really thinking about it I tapped the table, repeating his message to him, my eyes still trained—mostly—on Jason.

Leo was quick to notice my movements, giving me a stunned glance.

You know M C? he tapped.

Some, I answered with a small smile.

A warm blush came across his face as he looked down, bashfully running his fingers along the wood of the table.

I love you, I tapped again before Annabeth sent us off to prepare for the next leg of our journey.

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thinking about . . . ✧˚ · .

rots anakin skywalker x fem!reader

nsfw, exhibition kink, breeding kink

He pounded into me, his grip rough on my hips. "Such a dirty girl, letting me fuck you like this with the council all right outside." I moaned against his palm, forcing myself to hold his gaze. "Just too needy for my cock, huh baby?" I nodded frantically, tightening my legs around his waist. "What me to fill you up? Have you walking around full of my cum, give you a baby. You're gonna look so pretty all big and round, all because you let me fill you with my seed."

"Anakin!" I cried against his skin, earning a sadistic grin from him.

"With you being so loud, I might as well just open that door. Let them see how much of a slut you are for me." My eyes rolled back my head with a choked moan, my walls squeezing around him. "You want that, baby? Want everyone to see you falling apart on my big dick?"

My head fell against the wall, my pussy contracting as I came. Anakin continued his rough thrusts, pressing me into the metal behind me with his bodyweight. His hips stuttered against mine before he was spilling into me, his cum shooting out in hot ropes. I moaned at the feeling, milking his cock with my walls. Anakin stilled inside of me, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"You're gonna make the best mama, baby."

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Ready Freddie

pairing: none really, just a basic weasley family blurb summary: ron weasley vs muggle phrases a/n: super random idea, enjoy

"Hurry up, Ron! Harry and Hermione are already in the car!"

I hurried down the stairs. I took a bite of the toast on Charlie's plate, grabbing my bag from the chair next to him.

"Strawberry, my favorite," I mumbled through the toast.

Charlie smiled up at me. "Picked it just for you. Figured you'd get to it before me." I laughed as Ron ran down the steps and into the kitchen.

I turned towards him. "Ready Freddie?"

His face screwed up in confusion.

"I'm not Fred."

I rolled my eyes. "It's a muggle expression."

"Muggles call people Fred?"

"Just grab your bag and come on!" I hurried out the door as Ron followed, grabbing his bag off of the hook.

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Lazy Day

pt1, pt2, pt3

pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader genre: smut content/warnings: mentions of a wet dream, use of nicknames, tiny bit of sub!percy in the beginning?, oral sex (f receiving), percy is a tease, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), percy's exhibition kink, summary: percy and his girl have a lazy day in bed (pt2) a/n: there is one kinda corny line, but it also sounds just like something he would say so I left it

"Percy," I groaned, opening my eyes. He had managed to push me on to my back, wedging himself between my legs. Now, his hips rolled against mine, his hard-on rubbing against the soft cotton of my panties.

Percy let out soft grunts with each movement, his eyes squeezed shut as he buried his face farther into my neck. My arms were still wrapped around his shoulders, my fingers mindlessly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Percy," I tried again, though my voice was hardly above a whisper. My attempts earned a low whine and an erratic thrust.

"Pretty boy, wake up," I whispered into his ear. That seemed to better grab his attention, his eyes just barely fluttering open. His thrusts quickened as he whined, seemingly beginning to slowly grasp his surroundings.

"Hey, hey, hey," I cooed. "Slow down, baby."

He obeyed with a delicate moan of my name, his hips rolling to a stop against mine. Percy met my gaze, his pretty sea green eyes looking up at me like a lost puppy.

"What were you dreaming about?" I teased.

"You," he answered, not bothering to come up with some inappropriate joke.

"Really? And what could I possibly be doing in this dream?"

"Sweet girl," Percy argued, dragging out his words with a pitiful groan.

"No, no," I laughed. "I wanna know. You woke me up, I deserve an answer."

A flicker of an idea crossed his eyes, his mischievous smirk finding it's way to his lips in no time.

"Why don't I show you?"

I raised my eyebrows at him. "Well, go ahead."

He gave me a soft chuckle before trailing light kisses down to my bare chest, his mouth only pausing to swirl his tongue around my nipple.

"Percy," I gasped, pushing my back into his chest.

"I love you, sweet girl," he hummed, moving his kisses down my stomach. He stopped just above my panties, hooking his fingers through the sides.

"My favorites," he praised, studying the baby blue cotton, scalloped at the edges with embroidered sea shell designs. "But my real prize is underneath." He placed a delicate kiss above the fabric before sliding it down my legs.

The cool air hit my core as Percy pushed my legs apart, letting out a suppressed moan at the sight. He held a tight grip on my thighs, kissing the skin.

"Perce," I pleaded, my hands knotting the sheets.

"What do you need?" His eyes were trained on my folds, his thumb rubbing slow circles on my skin.

"You," I whined. "Please, touch me."

"Like this?" His finger swiped up my folds, collecting my slick as I gasped. Percy brought his finger to his lips, sucking off my juices with a moan. "Taste like Elysium, sweet girl."

He ran his thumb to my clit, causing me to let out a sharp moan. I tangled my hands in his hair, panting as he swiftly ran his tongue through my folds.

Percy pushed my legs up, circling my clit with his tongue as I moaned. I pulled on his hair, desperately rolling my hips against him, earning a chorus of groans from him, vibrating through my cunt.

"Percy, fuck!" I cried as he lapped at my entrance, burying his face in my folds. "Pl—please," I moaned, bucking my hips towards him.

His hands came to my hips as he hungrily ate me out, pushing me against the mattress. I whined, tugging his hair. I could feel my orgasm getting closer as I struggled not to rut into him again.

"Perce—Perseus. Gods!" I yelped as Percy squeezed my thighs, his nails digging into my skin.

Just before my orgasm could hit me Percy pulled back, a smirk plastered on his soaked lips.

"What the hell was that for?" I whined, falling back against the mattress.

"You look hot when you're angry."

"You're such a fucking tease," I huffed.

He laughed, placing a soft kiss on my stomach before pulling himself up to hover over me.

"Do you want me to fuck you or not?" he asked with a smile, cocking his head to one side.

"Please," I said a little too quickly, earning another chuckle. He sat back on his knees, slipping his shark patterned boxers down just enough to reveal his cock, leaking precum onto his stomach. I let out an involuntary whine, my eyes fixed on his pink tip and leaking slit, gaze following his hand down his shaft as he pumped his dick. Fuck.

"Hurry," I choked, desperate to have him inside of me.

"Patience, sweet girl." Once he finally lined himself up to my hole I was already gripping his biceps, begging him to fuck me. His tip prodded my entrance, pushing into my walls. I moaned, stretching to accommodate him.

He bottomed out with a groan, his head falling to my shoulder. I wrapped my legs around him, struggling to catch my breath.

"Fuck," he cursed. "Not gonna be able to move if you keep squeezing me so tight, sweet girl."

I tried to relax, but his dick felt like it was spitting me in two, his tip resting against the perfect spot. Once I was able to loosen my hold on him he began thrusting, sliding out of me before forcing his hips forward again.

Percy brought his lips to mine, swallowing my moans with his own. My nails dug into his arms, creating red semi-circles in his skin.

"Oh Gods," I whined, my hips meeting his thrusts.

"Be careful who you invoke, sweet girl. Don't want one of them seeing something they shouldn't." I whimpered, unable to meet his eyes as he watched me with a smirk, no doubt the idea of being caught playing through his mind.

His thrusts became faster as he littered kisses across my chest, murmuring soft praises. I pulled him closer with my legs, pushing his hips farther into me.

"Percy!" I cried as he hit my g-spot, making my hips buck into his. "Percy, I'm close."

"I know, sweet girl," he choked out. "Right behind ya."

His thrusts became erratic, rutting into me even faster. I moaned, clawing his back as I came around his cock, my walls spasming.

Percy moaned at the feeling, spilling cum into me with a gasp. He fucked both of us through our highs before coming to a stop, still buried inside of me.

"Fuck," he panted as he collapsed on top of me. "You must be an angel or some shit."

I laughed, hitting his arm. "That's no way to talk to the divine."

Percy slid out of me with a sigh, propping himself up with his arms. "Let's go get you cleaned up, Miss Divinity."

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thinking about . . . ✧˚ · .

changing in front of percy

lil nsfw

・❥・The first time, you were simply in a rush, and didn't think much of it since your back was turned to him, and you were quick about it

・❥・Then you turn around, and he's been mesmerized, starting at your back this entire time

・❥・It's the first time he's seen you with that little of clothing, and he's struggling to regather his bearings

・❥・You didn't think he'd even notice, but come on. It's Percy. You? Showing any amount of skin? He's seated, front row

・❥・The more and more common this gets, the more and more annoying he becomes about it. At first, it's just a few memorized compliments, but very quickly it spirals into him practically going full stadium cheer, heckling you with compliments and dirty jokes, the two things Percy does best

・❥・And he's always eager to "help". At least with the removing part. He's not so happy about when you put clothes back on

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Chills

pairing: anakin skywalker x reader genre: fluff content/warnings: use of y/n, use of nicknames summary: anakin still gets chills on coruscant a/n: I rewatched tpm, and it reminded me that ani gets cold on some planets or in space due to his body being used to tatooine. I think it'd probably be a lot less frequent after a few years, but it may still affect him occasionally, so I wrote a little blurb for it!

I woke to the bed shaking. It was still dark outside, and the room was practically silent. Except for Anakin, his breath coming in short, shallow bursts.

I rolled over to face him. He was shirtless, the blanket pushed down below his abs, and he was violently shivering, his body convulsing. I moved closer to him, placing a hand on his neck. He was ice cold.

"Ani," I mumbled.

He softly groaned, still shaking profusely. I pulled myself on top of him, nestling into his neck as I covered us up with the blanket. His arms wrapped around me as he groaned again, his teeth chattering.

"Honey, wake up," I said, kissing his neck.

"Y/N?" he whispered, voice wavering as he shivered. "W-Why's it so—so cold?"

"It's just you, Ani. You're on Coruscant." He tightened his grip, hugging me to his chest. "You're okay, you'll warm up soon."

I covered as much of his body as I could, mindlessly running my fingers through his hair. His shaking began to slow, until it was almost non-existent, his breathing now calm and quiet. I placed another kiss on his shoulder before drifting off with him.

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.. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..-.

pairing: benji dunn x fem!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: on a mission, evil psychos, reader's in a dress, reader gets shot, reader's sassy summary: you always thought benji's little habit was out of nerves, but maybe you're wrong... a/n: a bonus fic!

Benji fell back into the cramped space next to me, making a loud noise in the process. We both cringed at the sound, immediately peering out of the thin grate to see if anyone one noticed.

A few of the buyer's security guards stood around the entrance to the conference room, but none of them seemed the notice the unusual noise from the wall. Benji let out a sharp sigh of relief as I rested back against the metal.

"That was a close one," he whispered. 

"If you were any louder, we'd be tonight's salmon—skinned, filleted, and grilled." I ran a hand through my hair as I spoke, Benji's eyes falling on me.

"That was... An unnecessarily graphic description," he commented, his expression scrunching at my words. "I don't think I'll be having fish tonight."

"More for me."

He turned back to look out at the guards, but I lingered on him for a moment. His hair had been ruffled by his hurried return to our hideout, and the suit he had been forced to wear had lost its jacket, and become incredibly wrinkled.

As the silence went on, his knee began to bounce. Then, he was blowing out soft puffs of air, before he moved on to furling and unfurling his fists. He finally decided on busying his hands with something in the bag, but as he reached for it, the zipper slipped and the gadgets came spilling out, creating a loud racket.

We both froze in place, staring at each other like blinded deer. I hurried to look out the vent, met by the image of a guard making his way to our side of the lobby, eyes scanning the walls.

"Get back, get back, get back!" I whisper yelled, smacking his arm as a way of pushing him against the opposite wall. We both pressed ourselves as far into the metal as we could, holding our breaths.

The guard's footsteps got louder, coming closer to the edge of the room. I stared out the corner of my eye, trying to see what he was doing. He reached for something in his jacket before he got to the wall, disappearing from sight.

I moved my eyes to Benji in an attempt to not think about the fact that there was a dangerous bodyguard somewhere along the wall we were hiding in. Benji's gaze flickered to mine in the silence. His eyes looked shinier than normal—even in the dim lighting—as if he was on the brink of tears, but he held my gaze, keeping his focus on me.

I nodded to him with as small a movement as possible. We stayed like that, frozen, until the sound of a gun barrel dragging along plaster filled the space. Benji squeezed his eyes shut, trying to press further into the metal behind him.

The noise stopped as the guard made it to the vent, his gun instead coming to tap the edge of the grate. It felt like a millennium, sitting there not breathing, only staring at Benji, till the guard continued his search, walking further down the wall.

We both let out slow, quiet breaths, relaxing instantly. "Could you be any louder?" I asked in my softest whisper.

I hadn't meant anything by the comment, only teasing, but Benji's voice shook as he answered in a depressingly rattled tone, "Sorry."

I helped him repack the spilt bag, carefully watching the guard return to his post. By time we'd settled again, Benji looked even more shaken up than he had before. His hand had somehow ended up on my knee—though that wasn't difficult in the tight space—and he mindlessly tapped, or made little lines on my leg.

"I'm sorry," I started, catching his attention. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"What?" he asked, somewhat frazzled.

"When I got on you about being loud earlier. I was just teasing you. I didn't mean anything by it."

He immediately looked down the hand that still worked away on my knee, hurriedly pulling away. "No—no, you're fine. I'm just a bit thrown, is all."

"I didn't upset you?"

He paused, catching my eye again. His expression seemed to soften from the worried one he held a minute ago as he spoke, his words coming out steadier. "Not at all."

A little smile graced his lips, causing me to do the same in response. His hand fell back to its previous position, tapping his mindless rhythm.

"Package secured," Ethan rang over the earpieces.

"What?" Benji and I said in unison, our voices twice as loud as they'd been a minute ago.

"It was just a... slight oversight," Ethan tried, though his words lacked his typical confidence.

"There's a deadly weapon out in the open!" I cried. "That's hardly an oversight!"

"We've already worked it out," he hurried in response. "You and Benji just have to pose as the buyers."

"Oh, bloody hell," Benji groaned, running his hands down his face.

"Why can't you two?"

"He's seen me, and he knows Luther is on the job. You're the only two he won't suspect." Ethan was watching me expectantly as he talked, trying to gauge my willingness.

I sighed, turning my gaze to the ceiling. "What do we have to do?"

"Simple," Luther chimed in. "We've already arranged for you to show up as the buyer. It'll take me just a few seconds to load you into their facial recognition when they arrive. Benji will be acting as your bodyguard."

Benji's eyes widened, giving Luther a horrified look. "Me? A bodyguard?" I had to admit, in his button up and glasses, he didn't look exactly bodyguard material.

"It's the only way we could get two people into the meeting."

"You'll be fine," Ethan reassured. "But you need to leave in..." He glanced at his watch. "Approximately two minutes, forty-seven seconds."

"Fuck!" Benji yelled, scrambling into the other room.

"All clear," said Luther's voice over the coms. "You're good to go. Good luck in there, you two."

"We're gonna need it," I muttered, Benji and I giving each other final look overs as I spoke. I had to admit, while Benji normally wouldn't be the bodyguard type, they'd made it work. And I mean really work. He had an oversized earpiece in one ear, and they had traded his glasses in for a pair of contacts. This suit was completely black, void of a tie, but dangerously clean nonetheless. When he wasn't giving me his signature Benji grin, I could almost believe he was a high-profile bodyguard.

As the limo stopped, he stepped out of the car, coming around to open my door for me. The building was at least six stories high, each decorated in layers upon layers of molding and sculpting, supported by ornate columns. My dress was a shimmering champagne color, falling in smooth folds around my feet.

"You look radiant," Benji whispered, falling into to step next to me, his hand placed on the small of my back.

"Who said you could use big words?"

He let out a chuckle, suppressing a small smile. "My apologies," he answered, his fingers beginning to tap his previous rhythm on my back.

"In and out," I said in an attempt to relax him. "Simple as that."

"Simple as that," he repeated.

We were through the main doors in no time, making our way across the humongous ballroom to a curtained section on the far wall. Benji and I gave each other one last look before he stepped away from me, pulling back the thick velvet curtain.

I stepped into the dark room, followed shortly by my "bodyguard". Once my eyes adjusted, I was able to see four men lining the walls, and one sitting on the sofa in front of me, his legs spread wide and an arm through over each side of the couch. He was dark and handsome, clearly tall, even from his position. His eyes raked up and down my form shamelessly. Marcus Muñoz, Columbian arms dealer. Incredibly unpredictable, incredibly deadly.

"Get down!" Benji shouted, from a few tables over, propping the handle of his handgun on the tabletop. I made for the closest table, but the shot rang out before I hit the floor.

Next thing I remembered, I was the back of the safe house, laying on a loveseat in a makeshift hospital room. Luther leaned over me, tugging something on my arm. 

A bandage. A bloody bandage. I went to sit up, falling back with a wince.

"Don't," he warned. "You've been shot. You'll be fine, but that's gonna be a bitch to heal." He pulled back, balling up a bloodied rag. "I'll tell Benji your awake. He's been worried sick."

Luther disappeared through the doorway, Benji shortly taking his place, leaning against the frame.

"Hey, stranger," I said, my voice weak in my own ears.

A faint smile came across his lips as he pushed off the door, making his way to me. "Don't ever do that again," he said, his tone playful, despite the seriousness in his expression. He stood over me, his arms crossed over his chest. "You have no idea how painful it is to not be able to get to you."

"I'm here now," I answered, taking his hand. He smiled down at me, taping his rhythm against my hand with his thumb. "I'm going to be fine. You don't need to be so worried."

His eyebrows knitted together as he watched me.

"Your nervous fidgeting," I said, motioning to his previously moving hand. "I've noticed."

"I don't do that when I'm nervous."

"Yes, you do. It's always the same pattern too."

"No, I don't," he repeated. "It's Morse code for—" He cut himself off, instead staring at me blankly, like he'd said too much.

"For what?"

"Nothing."

"No, tell me."

He sighed. "You're not going to let this go, are you?"

"Not by a long shot," I said with a smile.

"It's," he started, adverting his eyes to the floor as a thick blush came over his cheeks. "I love you."

I paused, watching him try to distract himself, firmly looking anywhere but me. "You didn't have to go all secret spy shit on me. I love you too, idiot."

His eyes shot back to mine, wide and a little frantic. "Really?"

"Absolutely," I answered, pulling him to sit on the edge of the loveseat. "I can't believe you waited till I almost died to say something to me."

"Well—I didn't—You just—"

"Shut up and kiss me," I teased, pulling his lips to mine.

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Shoot

pairing: tyler galpin x reader genre: angsty but also kinda fluffy content/warnings: alluding to mental, physical, and sexual abuse, use of nicknames, threats against thornhill (yay!) summary: tyler confides in reader

I lifted my head from Tyler's shoulder as he paused the movie, his gaze fixed on the floor.

"What was that for?"

"I have to tell you something," he mumbled.

"Okay. Shoot."

He stayed quiet, not moving. I sat up, turning his head to me. There were tears welled in his eyes, and he was frantically avoiding looking at me.

"Tyler, what's going on?" I asked, suddenly worried.

"I—I don't want you to hate me for this." He finally met my gaze, pulling his hand off of my leg to rest in his lap.

"What? I could never hate you, baby. Whatever's going on, we'll figure it out." At my words he looked down again, focusing on his hands.

"I'm... Y—You know that thing Wednesday said is in the woods?"

"Yeah?" I started to get an odd feeling in my stomach. I couldn't tell if I wanted him to keep talking or stop.

"It's... I'm the... I'm the hyde." He rushed out the last part, causing me to take a minute to process it.

Immediately the drawings of the monster from the diary came flooding back to my mind. The paintings in Xavier's shed. The cuts on his neck. The bloodied rag.

The blood.

I turned to look at him better, causing me to move farther away. His eyes were searching my expression frantically, looking for some clue of my reaction. I was vaguely aware of my eyebrows knitted together, but I couldn't possibly tell you what my face looked like to him.

As I became aware of his soft green eyes, the images of the blood seemed to melt into—or more accurately—be covered by the words on the page next to them. It was never the hyde's choice. Not really at least. It was triggered by a traumatic event, or someone. A master.

Master.

Suddenly I was filled with a hazy rage, diluted by shock and jealously. Someone was making him do this. That or he was a loose cannon, never knowing when he might put the people he loves in danger.

Without a single word I pulled my myself onto his lap, straddling his legs as I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him as tight as I could.

Tyler froze, before letting out a quiet sigh and returning my embrace.

"Who is it?" I choked out, suppressing tears.

"T—Thornhill." His voice was thick from crying.

"I'm gonna kill her."

He only squeezed me tighter, tucking his face into the crook of my neck.

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thinking about . . . ✧˚ · .

fighting with percy

・❥・You guys are fighting like 24/7

・❥・But they’re rarely serious

・❥・Most of the time you’re bickering about nonsense, like some dirty joke he made, or that one of you stole the other's hoodie.

・❥・You two just love getting on people's nerves, and getting under people's skin, so why not take the weight off the rest of the camp and just go back and forth with each other?

・❥・The new campers definitely think you guys are toxic at first, but then the older campers have to explain that you're actually the healthiest couple there, it's just your guy's love language

・❥・Percy especially loves to be holding your waist, or giving you the most loving look while also trying to justify why he didn't clean up his cabin

・❥・You can't keep your hands off each other, clearly head over heels, all while chiding him for being too inappropriate, as he's saying you're no fun

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Weddings

pairing: george weasley x reader genre: fluff content/warnings: google translate french, george threatens a pair of pants, fred is a lil sus summary: reader and george sneak away from bill and fleur's wedding a/n: idk why but I feel like the twins (at least fred) would know french

"Oi," George mumbled, pulling his lips off mine as he turned his head just enough to see who'd bumped into him.

Fred stood less than a foot away, staring dreamily at one of Fleur's cousins, who was tucked into his side. "Sorry, mate," he mumbled, not taking his eyes off of the blonde. She softly giggled.

She cast a short glance towards us before looking up at Fred again. "Frère?"

"Oui. Jumeaux."

She giggled again, Fred doing the same before looking at us with a wide smile. "She knows barely any English."

"Fred," I started, a clear scolding tone in my voice.

"I'll leave you two alone. Sorry to interrupt," he hurried out, cutting me off. Before I could say anything else they started off towards the tree line, disappearing with another chorus of giggles.

George stared at the now vacant shadows. "Ya know, I think he has the right idea."

"Running off with some blonde? You better not be getting any ideas."

"Not that," he laughed. "I mean about getting out of here."

"It wouldn't be safe to wander off," I protested, but I couldn't deny it sounded like a good idea. We were standing just behind the hedge line closest to the tent where everyone was dancing. What could a little further hurt?

"Come on," he whispered, pulling me towards the cover of the trees. I couldn't fight the smirk on my face, which he took as an answer.

Before long we were at the pond. George sat on the ground next to the water, gently patting the ground next to him. "Envie de me rejoindre?"

"Not you too," I groaned.

He chuckled. "Come on. Sit."

"I'll ruin the dress, do you know how hard it is to get mud out of silk?"

His eyes flicked down at the golden fabric, lingering at my chest before he met my eyes again.

"Fine." He pulled me down by my waist. I let out a short squeal as I fell, before landing in his lap. "There. Now you won't get dirty."

"You've got to be kidding me," I laughed.

"What? Upset you didn't think of it first?" he teased. "Maybe if you're lucky I'll let you take the credit when I publish it."

"As if! You took that from my sercet book of ways to sit on the grass without getting your dress dirty!"

"You can't prove a thing!" He shouted, tickling my sides.

"S-stop!" I heaved through laughs.

"Not until you promise not to tell anyone the truth."

"I promise!"

His hands stilled on my waist as he quickly placed his lips on mine. I slowly brought my hands to his shoulders, kissing him back.

He pulled back first. I kept my eyes closed, dropping my head to his shoulder. We stayed like that for a minute while he softly rubbed my back. I suddenly realized how tired I was. We'd been on our feet for hours.

"Ready to head back?" George's voice was barely above a whisper, a tired rasp in it. I nodded, lifting my head.

George held my hips as I stood, keeping me balanced. After he stood, he brushed off his pants, but there was still a large amount of mud caked to the fabric.

"Molly's gonna kill you."

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her."

"How are you gonna hide that?"

"I'll accidentally throw them in the fireplace."

"Very believable," I hummed as we started back off towards the burrow.

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Fireplace

pairing: stu macher x reader genre: fluff content/warnings: use of nicknames summary: sitting my the macher's fireplace a/n: literally just wrote this for the cat and the only downstairs room you don't really see in the movie

I sat in front of the fire in the sitting room, the Macher's ginger cat curled up in my lap. It was late and I had wandered in here after Stu fell asleep on the couch. I watched as the fire cracked, sending flames higher in the air. I gently stroked the cat, receiving loud purrs in return.

"Babe?" a tired voice came softly from the hallway.

"In here," I mumbled. I looked over my shoulder to see Stu stumble into view. His robe hung loose on him and his hair was ruffled. He ran a hand down his face.

"What are you doing?" His voice was soft and raspy.

"Sitting and watching the fire. You wanna come sit with me?"

He mumbled something that might have been a sure as he started across the room. He sat down on the floor next to me, drawing his knees to his chest.

"How long have you been in here?" Stu asked.

"Since you fell asleep."

He hummed in response, reaching down to scratch between the cat's ears. "Has he been enjoying the fire with you?"

"Yeah. I think he likes me."

"Who wouldn't?"

I let out a small laugh, leaning my head on Stu's shoulder. The fire cracked again, sending a piece of ash into the room. I watched as it burned red, twirling in the air. It slowly died out as it fell, disappearing into the darkness before it hit the ground.

I reached into my pocket, pulling out a piece of old notebook paper. I threw it at the edge of the fire. The flames caught the corner. They traced the edges of the paper, slowly eating it away to nothing. It started to curl in on itself. The penciled words burned away to black.

"What was that for?" Stu asked.

"I wanted to watch how it burned."

"Hm," He wrapped an arm around me. We sat there in silence. The glow of the fire danced on the walls. The cat lay curled up in my lap, purring at the attention.

"What time is it?" I practically slurred my words with exhaustion. He pulled his arm tighter around me to see his watch.

"Two thirty-seven."

I hummed in response. Stu laid back on the floor, sprawling out. I gently shifted the cat off my lap. He stood up, stretching before he stalked off into the rest of the house. I laid next to Stu, curling into his side. He wrapped an arm around me, rubbing my back.

I watched the firelight dance on the ceiling. It had started to die down, but I was tired and shut my eyes instead of stirring it back alive.

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Benji Dunn Dating Headcannons

pairing: benji dunn x fem!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: tad suggestive, just benji being a simp

・❥・You met when you joined the IMF team, but Benji could barely even fathom making a move till Ethan urged literally threatened him to do so

・❥・He didn't kiss you until a few dates in, as he was afraid he'd rush you, or mess something up, or not be good enough. But after you bring this up on date three, his increasingly nervous ramblings are met with you grabbing him by the shirt and kissing him as hard as you could

・❥・After that he was a goner. I mean, he was well before this, but as soon as your lips meet his he's decided he can't live a second without you

・❥・Such a gentleman. Always holding doors, helping you with your jacket, checking that you have your seatbelt on (is that last one a bit related to the PTSD from the car chase in m:i-5? maybe)

・❥・When he first mentioned a sleepover, he was so nervous he couldn't even look you in the eye. He didn't want you to think he was inviting you over for just sex (which he very helpfully over-explained for five minutes). You couldn't help letting him ramble a little, going on and on about how he just bought this new set of sheets, and the show you both liked would be on tonight, etc. etc, looking flat out adorable as he folded and unfolded the cuffs of his sleeves, staring down at his shoes

・❥・This is probably the first romantic sleepover he's really had. He's got fresh fluffy blankets on the sofa, a bag of popcorn in the microwave, and the TV all set up when you get there

・❥・As soon as you're cuddled up on the couch together he's convinced he's in heaven. You smell like strawberry shampoo, and you're tucked into his side, gently shaking him with each laugh, which means he hasn't watched a lick of the show, his attention solely fixed on you

・❥・Benji does end up as 10x more of a nervous wreck on missions though, and will happily jump on the chance to be close to you so he feels like he can protect you

・❥・He's almost convinced you're taking more risks, and you have to tell him to stop being such a mother hen after he almost shoots Ethan in a hostage-situation-gone-wrong (do they ever go right?)

・❥・Literally sits at his desk and creates little computer viruses to send you that serve the sole purpose of randomly opening love notes, or showering hearts on the screen whenever you type his name

・❥・Basically he just becomes even further gone for you, and can't believe he's lucky enough to spend all day with the best person he knows

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Benji Dunn Masterlist ⋆ ˚｡୨୧˚

masterlists are not always up-to-date, but I make sure they're updated on the first of the month!

fluff ✧.*

・❥・.. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..-.

blurbs ✧.*

・❥・Dating headcannons

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Lazy Day

pt1, pt2, pt3

pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: lil suggestive because percy duh, dirty jokes and light groping, sneaking out/stealing food from the pavilion, mentions of percy having an exhibition kink, lil bit of nudity at the end summary: percy and his girl have a lazy day in bed (pt1) a/n: I love this three parter, and I'm excited to share

I woke up to Percy's unconscious body smothering me. I was pinned beneath him, his arm cutting of my oxygen. My instincts kicked in, causing me to panickedly slide out from underneath him.

The only issue with that plan, the twin sized bed we were on. In my drowsy haze I overshot the edge of the mattress, just about to topple over the side before Percy unconsciously grabbed me, turning over to pull me against his chest.

"Whatcha doin', sweet girl?" he mumbled, barely awake.

"Trying to not be smothered," I huffed, tucking myself into him.

His laugh rang through the mostly empty stone building, rolling off the walls. I smiled at the sound, his chest shaking me with the action.

His hand slid down my back, finding its way up the oversized t-shirt of his I was wearing. Besides that, I was only in a pair of panties—Percy's favorite, baby blue with soft scalloped edges and an embroidered seashell pattern. He wasn't wearing much either, just a pair of boxer briefs, covered in little cartoon sharks.

"I wasn't smothering you," he protested, his tone teasing.

"I couldn't breathe."

"You're fine."

He pulled me closer, tracing shapes on my skin. I nuzzled against his neck, breathing in his scent. He always smelled like salt water, no matter the time or place. The intoxicating scent filled my nostrils as I hummed in delight, enjoying the sweet silence.

But, as any situation with Percy goes, the silence didn't last long.

He let out a long groan. "Now I'm up, sweet girl. I can't go back to sleep."

"Here's a tip, less talking, more shut-eye."

"Or..." he began, dangerously stretching out the word. "We could sneak down to the pavilion and steal an early breakfast.

"It's not even light out," I muttered, pulling back to look at thin slit windows in the stone, the seaweed curtains pulled back to display a shard of night sky.

"Which is why they'll never suspect us."

I huffed, sitting up. "Fine."

He hurried out of bed, pulling me along with him. He dug through a pile of clothes as I checked the analog clock on his nightstand.

5:12 AM

"Where are your extra pajama pants?" I asked, turning back to Percy.

He cast a glance around the room, the checked pair he had on previously in his hand.

"Uh... I don't know."

"Perseus! I can't go out there without any pants on!"

"You're fine," he said, stepping forward to tug on the edge of my shirt's fabric, which stopped halfway down my thighs. "Besides, it'll be dangerous," he added with his signature devilish smirk.

"I'm not playing into your exhibition kink just so we can steal breakfast."

"Suit yourself, sweet girl," he hummed, pulling on his pajama pants. "But I'm starving."

Before I could stop him he was dragging me out of the cabin and on to the dirt path, my bare feet becoming dusty as soon as I landed. I gave him my best attempt at a glare, which he happily returned with a grin, lacing his hand in mine.

The air was warm, and already gathering moisture, despite the early hour. By time the sun was up the humidity would be brutal, but for now the only light was the faint glow of the sun below the horizon, turning the night sky a deep shade of sea grean, almost the exact color of Percy's bedspread.

"Did you know," he began, leaning towards me with a whisper, careful not to alert any campers that may have woken up early. "this is called nautical twilight?"

I stifled a laugh. "You're such a nerd."

"Hey, you're one to talk! Yesterday you were going on and on about how the red part of a strawberry isn't the fruit. Who's the nerd now?"

"Shh," I shushed dramatically. "You'll wake the campers."

He rolled his eyes with a suppressed smile, turning his attention towards the tree line. The bushes were still in the thickening air, no sign of a cooling summer breeze. Something far off in the woods let out a shrill howl, the sound echoey and distant.

The creak of a cabin door broke the silence, setting both Percy and I on edge. He pulled me along the side wall of the nearest cabin, using his bodyweight to keep me against the siding.

"See?" a loud whisper echoed, the voice no doubt Connor Stoll's. "I told you there was nothing out here." His voice was reassuring, like he was talking to one of the younger campers. "It was probably something in the woods. You get used to it."

A weak, high-pitched murmer followed his observations before the door creaked shut again. Percy let out a sigh, which quickly turned into a chuckle as he looked down at me.

"See. Dangerous."

I rolled my eyes, pushing him off of me.

"Let's go get you breakfast," I huffed, grabbing his hand again.

We hurried up the path a little faster this time, making it to the pavilion in no time. A few dryads were already setting out breakfast, trays lining the table.

When the closet wood nymph turned her back, I darted out from behind the pillar, grabbing one of the platters. Percy and I both struggled to contain our giggles as the nymph turned back around, confused as to where the dish had gone.

We scampered back down the main path in a chorus of muffled laughter before ducking for cover in Percy's cabin. He shut the door behind us a little too quickly, making more noise than he intended, which sent a short moment of panic across his face.

I dove back into bed, pulling the blanket over my lap as I laid out our spoils.

"Voilà," I said, waving my hand over the spread like Vanna White. Percy slipped off his pajamas pants again and climbed over me to reach his spot, wiggling under the covers.

"We make a good team," he announced, nodding appreciatively at the plate. The bronze dish was decorated in an arrangement of grapes, apples, strawberries, an assortment of cheeses, and half a loaf of warm bread, freshly sliced.

"I did most of the work," I teased, reaching for a grape.

"You wouldn't have even gone if it weren't for me," he protested, feigning offense at his downgraded role in our breakfast-napping.

"You're so full of yourself. I am perfectly capable of planning my own schemes, thank you."

"You're welcome," he said with a smirk.

I shot him a glare, loading a slice of toast with cheese. We were already a third of the way through out food before Percy let out a dramatic gasp, startling me.

"What?" I asked around a slice of apple.

"Aren't we supposed to burn part of this?"

"Shit," I mumbled, roughly swallowing my apple.

"Our parents are gonna be pissed with you," he said in a teasing tone, dragging out his words.

"Me?" I protested, a hand coming to my chest.

"You forgot. At least I remembered... Eventually"

I rolled my eyes. "Hold on, I've got something." I crawled out of bed, Percy firmly groping my ass as my shirt came up to reveal my panties. I grabbed an old can, most likely left behind by Grover, and filled it with balled up notebook paper.

"I think that was my test scores," Percy announced, lounging on his bed as he enjoyed the fruit. He looked like some stuck-up Greek monarch.

"Shut up and toss me that lighter."

He did as he was told, and shortly we had a small fire in the can. I sat it on the chest by the end of his bed before hurrying back under the sheets.

"Problem solved," I said with a proud smile, tossing a grape into the tin. Percy suppressed a chuckle, his eyes flicking down to my lips as he admired me. I placed a swift kiss against his before handing him a grape. "You're turn."

"What would I do without you?" he asked before taking a shot at the fire. The grape hit the rim, bouncing off and landing on the floor.

"I'm not picking that up."

He rolled his eyes, attempting the shot again. This time it landed in the flames, disappearing in a flicker of gold.

"Score!" he cheered, throwing up his arms.

I laughed, biting into an apple. "Let's play Pig," I proposed, my tone challenging.

"You think you can beat me?" he questioned, a hand on his chest in mock disbelief.

"No problem. Go ahead, take a shot."

Percy looked me over once before taking a grape and tossing it, bouncing off the back of the can and back into the flames.

"Easy," I chided, copying the shot without any trouble.

Half an hour later we had eaten most of the other food, and tossed almost all the grapes into the flames. I only had P, and Percy was up to PI.

"I make this shot, I'm basically the automatic winner," I stated, my back to the tin as I looked at him.

"There's no way you're making this," he argued, resting back on his palms.

I turned my attention back to the headboard, taking a deep breath. We only had one more grape left, so the game would be over soon anyway. I threw the fruit over my head, squeezing my eyes shut in preparation for Percy's reaction.

"No way," he muttered.

I spun around on my knees so quickly I almost lost my balance, turning to look at the can.

"Did I do it?"

"Shockingly, yes."

I squealed, throwing my arms around his neck as I tackled him to the mattress. He laughed at my excitement, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I'm the Pig champion!" I cheered.

"Yes you are, sweet girl."

He pushed himself to sit up, settling me on his lap as I ran my fingers through his hair.

"You're so lucky to have such a talented girlfriend."

"Trust me, I know," he laughed, kissing me cheek. "That's the first thing I tell myself every morning."

"Good."

I shifted to look out the line of tall thin windows cut into the sea stone, each framing a sliver of sky. It had turned from a deep blue to a much lighter blueish-grey. My hand fell absently to the edge of Percy's boxers, tracing the hem of the fabric. My gaze drifted from the pale light beginning to pour in to the cartoon sharks covering his crotch.

Hammerheads and lemon sharks—which Percy made a point of telling me after I had originally misidentified them as great whites—were scattered across a sea blue background, the stitching lined in black.

"Whatcha doing, sweet girl?" Percy asked, his voice soft and sweet.

"Looking at your sharks. They're cute." My tone was slightly drowsy, zoning out on cartoon sea creatures.

He let out a low chuckle, running a thumb across the bare skin of my thigh. I shifted closer, resting my head on his chest to listen to the slow in and out of his breath.

"Ya know," he started, his quiet voice vibrating through his sternum. "This is hardly fair."

"Hm?" I hummed, my eyebrows knitting together. He slipped a hand up the back of my shirt, tracing patterns between my shoulder blades.

"As much as I love you in my clothes, you've still got a shirt on."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes, but obliged, leaning back so he could pull the clothing over my head.

"That's more like it," he hummed in praise, his gaze trained on my tits as he tossed the shirt to the floor. Percy moved the forgotten food tray to his nightstand before nestling us both under the covers again. He looked down at me with a loving smirk when I tugged him closer with a whine.

"Hold on, sweet girl." Once Percy was settled, he buried himself into my chest, humming contentedly. "Could stay here forever," he mumbled.

"I'm sure you'll try," I teased with a laugh.

"You know me too well."

The only sound in the cabin was the trickle of the fountain, a thin stream of water splashing on the other side of the room. A light breeze filtered in through the windows, making the air feel like a soft, cool mist. The last thing I remember before drifting off was the sound of the breakfast conch rolling over the valley.

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Pretty Boy

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: use of y/n, lots of flirting because it's morgan and garcia, spencer gets a tiny bit defensive about his title, derek is a lil condescending to spence at one point, reader's wearing a dress summary: your best friend takes you out to meet her friends from work and one of them catches your eye a/n: I half wrote this for spencer, half for penelope lol. she's so bestie coded. also this was written with early seasons spence in mind.

"You'll love them, I promise," Penelope insisted, leading the way towards the front of the bar. "And wait until you meet Morgan. When I tell you this man looks like a chocolate god."

She gave me a look over the tops of her glasses, earning a laugh from me.

"Although I must say," she started. "you are one foxy lady tonight. I might have some competition."

"As if!" I protested. "We both look so hot he's gonna lose his mind from just one glance."

"That's my girl!" she cheered, pushing open the bar door. "Let's head to the bar. They'll find us."

I nodded in agreement, following her to the long polished bar at the far end of the room. Shortly after we'd taken our seats a bartender came up, shaking a drink as he spoke.

"What can I get for you ladies?"

"A tequila sunrise for me," Penelope stated.

"And for you?" he asked, turning to me.

I cast a glance down the bar, my eyes landing on a tall fancy glass, filled with a cherry red drink and an assortment of fruit.

"I'll have whatever that is."

"Alright," he laughed. "One tequila sunrise, one that."

Before long our drinks were in front of us, and Penelope had already managed to tell me half the BAU's secrets—which I'm sure they wouldn't have been fond of—when someone tapped her on the shoulder.

She spun around to warmly greet the man behind her. Derek Morgan, I assumed. He was tall, handsome, and his tight shirt showed off his muscles perfectly. But I was more interested in the person next to him.

"You must be Y/N," Morgan began. "I'm Derek Morgan, FBI Supervisory Special Agent, and devilishly handsome."

He flashed me a cheeky smile, earning a 'keep it in your pants' from Penelope.

"Pleasure to meet such a stunning—" His eyes flicked up and down my tight dress before coming back to meet my gaze. "—woman such as your self. Garcia never told me she had friends as hot as her."

"We're like kindred spirits," Penelope boasted. "Two sexy intelligent women, donating their precious time to peasants such as yourselves."

Derek gave a mock bow at her comment, which earned a slight chuckle from his companion.

I allowed myself to turn my attention back to him, finally having the opportunity to really look at him. He was young—definitely younger than Morgan—tall and skinny, his hair a little long, but meticulously neat. He was in a sweater, the collar of his shirt peeking out from underneath it.

Derek's mystery friend hadn't spoken since they'd walked over here, and stood slightly off to one side, mindlessly fumbling with the club soda in his hands.

Not a drinker, I noted, turning on my stool to face him.

"And what about you, pretty boy?" I asked, leaning towards him.

His eyes quickly snapped to mine, seemingly a little startled by being addressed. Derek raised his eyebrows, most likely in response to my choice of nickname, looking expectedly between the two of us. When his friend didn't respond—staring at me like a deer in headlights—Morgan nudged him with his elbow.

"Well?" he urged.

"Oh—Uh," he stumbled, casting a frantic glance around the group before finding my eyes again. "Doctor Spencer Reid."

I raised my eyebrows. "A doctor?"

Before I could continue he started again. "Three Ph.D.s. Mathematics, chemistry, and engineering." He stared at me, seemingly waiting for another question.

"Reid," Derek began. "She didn't ask."

Spencer's shoulders slumped a little, his eyes glanceing at Morgan before falling to the bar top behind me.

"No, no. He's fine," I quickly corrected with a laugh. "I'm sure you get that question a lot."

"Force of habit," he explained. "Sort of like Pavlov. Even without the direct questioning of my intelligence present, I've learned to exhibit the behavior of listing off my credentials when my title is under any form of scrutiny."

Penelope and Derek stared blankly at him, but I couldn't help but smile.

"You're adorable," I stated with a laugh. I turned towards Penelope, who was now looking at me shocked. "How did you fail to mention the super smart cute one?"

"I—" she tried, but words seemed to fail her. I hopped off my chair, picking up my drink as I looped my arm through Spencer's.

"Let's leave these two to their flirting, shall we?"

"Sure," he mumbled, following as I led him out into the crowd again.