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aperrywilliams · 6 months ago

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Douchebag Falls Short in This Case (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

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Author Masterlist

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Part 1: If Anything I Find it Educative

Part 2: It Was Horrible Until It Wasn’t

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Spencer and Reader can’t have their scheduled lunch, but they keep talking by phone and texts. After Spencer returns from a case, they can see each other again. If Spencer hadn’t been mesmerized with Reader, now he is, and maybe is more than that.

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: Some strong words. Description of Road Rage Disorder. Talking about bad experiences at high school (nothing explicit). Emily is the best older sister to Spencer.

A/N: The prospect of them having a date was too tempting not to do it. This one is part 3 of “If Anything I Find It Educative” (Part 2 of “It Was Horrible Until It Wasn’t”). Let me know your thoughts!!! I’m here to read you guys.

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Spencer's POV

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Me: Are you free on Saturday at midday? We could go to lunch. Let me know. Good night. S.R.

Heimlich Master: Yeah. Lunch sounds great. Let's talk about the details later. Good night :)

My face hurts from the big smile I sport right now. Smile that doesn't fade once I get to my apartment.

How did I manage to text her right away? I would never know, but I thank that moment of confidence.

Now I can't wait to see her again on Saturday.

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I should have known making plans wouldn't work for me. It's Friday afternoon, and I'm on the jet about to take off for a case in Los Angeles.

There goes my lunch with (Y/N).

I grab my phone to type a text to let her know.

Between last night and today, we have been texting back and forth about what time on Saturday works for us and whether I had a place in mind. I did, but I told her it was a surprise.

Now I must cancel, and I can't stress enough my disappointment.

Me: Hey. I'm so sorry, but I'm leaving for a case in L.A. Can we reschedule our lunch? Please don't hate me.

Heimlich Master: Oh, it's okay. Don't worry; of course, we can reschedule.

Heimlich Master: Let me know when you come back. And don't be silly; I don't hate you.

Heimlich Master: Can I ask you for something, though?

Me: Sure. Anything.

Heimlich Master: Can you prevent Morgan from kick-down doors this time? The bureau budget would appreciate it.

I can't contain the snort that leaves my lips, gaining Emily's attention. Bad luck of mine; she is in a seat just in front of me.

Me: I'll do my best. Promise.

Heimlich Master: Thank you. Have a safe flight :)

Me: Thanks :)

Look at me! Even using emojis.

Penelope would be proud of me.

I set my phone on the table to exchange it for the book I chose for this flight. Emily's voice stops me before I can do that.

"So, are you going to tell me why you are so smiling?"

And here we go.

"Me?" I lift my eyes to Emily, who has a smirk on her face. I hate that she already knows what's happening, not even knowing what's happening.

"Sure, genius. I don't see anyone else here so amused and focused on his texts. Not to mention the grin that could illuminate the whole D.C."

"No, I'm not!" I defend—a poor attempt to keep the transparency of my face at bay. Emily scoffs, and that's all it takes to know she doesn't believe me.

"I understand you don't like to talk about your personal life. I get it. And I won't bug you as Morgan would, yet knowing it is related to your love life. But don't try to fool me. It's insulting," she says, the last part faking hurt. That makes me chuckle.

"That being said, I just want you to know I'm here if you need to talk. It's not always good to keep things to yourself."

Not waiting for my response, she picks up the folder with the current case details to read.

I have known Emily for a few years now, and even if we didn't start on the right foot - entirely my fault - she's proven very supportive. Gosh, once she endured a whole beating from an unsub only to keep me safe.

Beyond that, she knows how to talk to me without treating me like a kid. Sometimes, I can't say the same about the rest. Of course, I don't blame them; they've always seen me as the team's baby, but I appreciate Emily doesn't.

"That's the thing. This," I point my gaze where my phone is. "I don't know what it is," I sigh. Emily's eyes are back to me. She sees how confused I am.

"What do you think it is then?"

I don't want to betray (Y/N) 's trust by spilling details about her life, so the specifics of our talks are out of the table.

"I can't deny there is a connection between us. We only met twice—both by chance. But they led us to talk for hours. And I ask myself, am I reading this wrong, and she only sees me like a, I don't know, potential friend?"

"Why would she? She told you she was only looking for a friend?" Emily asks, her hands resting lightly over the folder on her lap.

"No, she didn't. It's a deduction of mine, though. I mean, she recently ended a relationship —a very serious one."

Just remembering the reason that led to that breakup makes me sick.

"Okay. That could be a thing, but not necessarily. Maybe things ended precisely because she wanted something different. That's not bad," Emily hypothesizes. I shake my head.

"I'm not so sure. Let's say she wouldn't have ended the relationship until something big happened. Big enough for her to realize the guy was a total -"I trail off. What would be the right word?

"A douchebag?" Emily offers.

"I think douchebag falls short in this case," I point out. Emily's eyes widen.

"That bad, uh?" I nod.

"She is vulnerable right now, and I don't want to take advantage of that. But at the same time, I want a chance with her. Am I a bad person?"

"What? No! Spencer, don't say that," Emily rushes to stop my spiral. "Far from that. You are considerate enough to see she's in a complicated situation. Most of the men don't even care about that. Cut her some slack, though. She is a grown-up woman, and if she wants to get to know you, why not let her? If she hasn't already, I bet she will see the great man you are. And not only as a friend."

My eyebrows furrow.

"Do you think so?"

"Sure. And for how you describe her, I don't think she is the type to play with people's feelings. Although, I strongly recommend being honest with her. That will prevent false expectations."

I take in Emily's words, and they make perfect sense.

"Thank you, Emily. I didn't think about it like that," I

muse. "Can you do me a favor, though?"

She nods, anticipating what I'm going to say.

"I know. Not a word to anyone. Got it," Emily confirms with a reassuring smile.

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The heat in Los Angeles for the last three days has been overpowering. Just as catching this unsub has become extremely frustrating.

I'm in the meeting room they lent us to work in, reviewing the details of the case over and over again. The rest of the team is outside the precinct following our latest leads.

My head started to hurt, and I had to close my eyes for a moment.

As I focus on breathing, my phone pings. I open my eyes and see a text from (Y/N).

Heimlich Master: How are you? I read that L.A. has a heat wave; I hope it's not hitting you too hard.

I can't help the smile that pushes the corners of my lips upward.

Me: I'd like to say it's not affecting me, but I don't want to lie. I will survive, though. Please tell me how nice the weather is in D.C., and I'll aim to finish this case as soon as possible.

Heimlich Master: I thought our lunch was enough incentive for you to do that. Now I feel bad.

Oh, fuck. What did I do? Of course, it's an incentive for me. It is THE incentive, actually. I have been thinking about that since Friday when I came here. Now she's assuming I don't care.

How can you be such an idiot, Spencer?

I must fix this immediately, so I hit the call button—a confused (Y/N) answers on the other end.

"Spencer?"

"Hey. I - uh. I decided to call because I needed to explain myself. Please, don't feel bad. Of course, I want our lunch to happen. I wasn't saying it like if I don't. I mean, the heat is fucking insane here, but it's not-"

"Spencer, hey, don't-" she tries to make me stop. Still, I am so determined to say everything necessary to explain myself that I continue my rant.

"What I'm trying to say is-"

"Spencer, wait!" (Y/N)’s firmer voice halts me in my failed attempt at an apology. It's sufficient enough for me to shut up.

"Sorry. What were you about to say?"

"I'm sorry for stopping you, but it sounded like you would run out of air and pass out. Now I feel awful because the last thing I wrote was only to mess with you. I didn't want you to feel like I was accusing you of something, much less that you owed me an apology."

"Oh," I mumble, now making sense of the whole exchange. My cheeks heat up realizing I went from 0 to 100 in seconds. (Y/N)'s voice sounds anxious now.

"Please, forgive me if I worried you that way. That's why I hate texts; I can't control my teasing tone as I do when I talk to someone."

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I don't want (Y/N) to think she did anything wrong, though.

"No, don't say that. I'm not good at - literally - reading social cues. I should have noticed. I just need some practice," I chuckle. I can hear a chuckle on the other end, too.

"Well, since we already cleared up our first miscommunication problem. How are you?"

That sentence shouldn't make my heart skip a beat, but it does.

Get your shit together, Spencer.

"With the heat and the lack of progress in the case, it is a bit frustrating. But we'll make it. How about you?"

"Good, actually. Not the load of paperwork I had last week, and my boss just asked me to prepare a lecture for the trainees in forensic accounting."

"Wow, that's amazing!" I chirp, excited.

"I'm a bit nervous, though. But I'll live," (Y/N) sighs.

"You'll do it great. I didn't know you were into teaching," I muse, remembering our prior conversations.

"I didn't, either. But I've had some previous experiences, and they have been okay. So, the case? That bad, uh?"

That brings me back to L.A. and the case. I was very comfy with my mind in (Y/N).

"He's taunting us. I mean, the police force. But we have a strong profile. One more piece, and we have him," I assure, trying to be convincing enough.

"You guys know what you're doing. You'll catch him, Spencer." (Y/N) sounds like she has no doubt. It fills my heart with warmth because although she doesn't have to put that amount of trust in me, she does it anyway.

"Reid?" I turn to see Morgan and J.J. walking into the room. She hears it, too.

"They need you. You have to return to work," (Y/N) concludes. I let out a sigh.

"Yeah. I have to go," I mumble apologeticly.

"Of course, you're working. It’s okay," she affirms with understanding.

"I'll let you know when I'm done here. Take care, okay?" I whisper into the receiver.

"I will. You too, be safe. Bye."

I can see Morgan's smirk and JJ’s curious look when I hang up.

I know they're dying to ask me questions, but now is not the time, and I don't want to either. So before any words come from their mouths, I hasten to speak.

"Did you find anything? I was examining what we have so far, and I think we are missing something. Look at this," I tell them, pointing to the scattered photos on the table. They look at each other and hesitate to interrupt me or play along. Thank goodness they opt for the latter.

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Me: Did you know L.A. has an abandoned underground tunnel network? If they are put together, it will stretch out 17 kilometers. They exist due to the Prohibition. When alcohol was banned in L.A. in early 1920, 35,000 gallons of wine were poured into its sewers. But, far from eradicating booze, prohibition pushed its use underground, literally.

Heimlich Master: Wow. I didn't know that. But I'm afraid to ask why are you telling me this. Are you trapped in one of those tunnels, and this is a call for help? [see attached photo]

Me: Ha Ha Ha. Let's say I've been studying those tunnels all day. Good thing we have Morgan and Prentiss to do the dirty job, though.

It's my fifth night in Los Angeles, and I don't know whether to laugh or cry. The only things that have kept me at least in a decent mood are the texts and short calls I have shared with (Y/N). I've never been very fond of using technology, including my cell phone, but thanks to (Y/N), I haven't even questioned it.

We've been sharing fun facts and memes. If you had asked me a week ago what a meme was, I wouldn't have known what to answer. The word was familiar to me thanks to Garcia, who often mentions them, but now I can say that I know more about them than I would have expected to. (Y/N) is a regular, and I can understand more of her sense of humor because of that. She especially loves the ones with a philosopher dinosaur and those where a woman yells at a cat.

Heimlich Master: How is the case going?

I'm about to reply when hard knocks shake my hotel room door. I hear Morgan's voice on the other side. "Reid! There is a break in the case! Move your ass right now!" Before leaving the room, I texted (Y/N).

Me: Hoping to wrap it up tonight.

Two hours later, we have the unsub in custody, not before running into a frantic chase for L.A. streets. Now, completely wasted, we are packing our things to return home. Usually, when we wrap cases at this hour, we stay until the next morning and then take off. But everyone is so drained that Hotch called to the tarmac saying we’re flying back tonight.

Being already on the jet, I feel like writing to (Y/N), but it doesn't seem appropriate, considering it's 2 in the morning. I refrain and try to catch some sleep, knowing exactly what I want to do first when we touch down in Virginia.

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It’s the first time I've put foot on the third floor of the Quantico Headquarters. It doesn’t look too different from the others I do know. A bunch of people walking in and out, agents perched at their desks, deep in folders or computers. Phones are ringing, and the sound of copy machines is unmistakable.

But none of that matters right now. I have a mission to accomplish.

After navigating between several desks, I find the one I’m looking for.

“Good morning, agent (Y/L/N).”

At the sound of my voice, (Y/N)’s head whips up.

“Hey! When did you come back?” she asks, seeming confused. The last time we spoke was last night before the unsub takedown, so for her, I still could be in LA.

I check my watch. “One hour and fifteen minutes ago.”

“I hope you slept on the jet.”

“I did. A bit.”

I won’t tell her how I barely closed my eyes, excited about returning to Virginia.

“So, to what do I owe the honor of having you here, Dr. Reid?”

“A crucial matter that can’t wait.”

“Is that so?”

“Uh-hu. I have an announcement and a question for you.”

“Oh yeah? Okay, shoot.”

“Morgan didn't kick down any doors during this case.”

(Y/N) snort a laugh. What a beautiful view it is to see her laugh.

“It's what I needed to start my day with the right foot.”

“You're welcome.”

“Okay, that was the announcement. And the question?”

“Yeah, about that. What do you say if we switch our failed lunch last Saturday for having dinner tonight?”

(Y/N)’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Tonight? Are you sure? You just came back.”

She’s inspecting my face, looking for certainty. I nod solemnly.

“Yeah, tonight. Unless you already have plans. If that’s the case, it’s okay. We can do something another day.”

After pondering my offer for a second, a smile creeps in (Y/N)’s face.

“You’re a lucky guy. Did you know that?”

Is it too much to say I’m feeling a lucky guy since I met her?

“I’m realizing now. Pick you up at seven, then. Is that okay?”

“Perfect. I’ll text you my full address.”

After saying our goodbyes, I take the elevator back to BAU. As the doors open at the sixth, I go face-to-face with Garcia.

“Oh, there you are! Everyone was looking for you to start the debriefing. Where were you anyways?” Penelope says, worried about my whereabouts.

Shit. I forgot Hotch wanted to do that quickly so we could finally get over this case.

“Uh. I had to use the bathroom.” I try to sound normal to avoid making a big deal.

“On another floor?” She asks, visibly confused.

Sometimes, my IQ gets lost in my odd way of doing synapses.

What the fuck I was thinking when I said that?

“Did you know the men’s bathroom paper toilet in the seventh is better quality than here?”

Oh, Spencer Reid, please stop.

“Really? I always knew they had more privileges than us. But the paper toilet? It’s infuriating,” Garcia huffs. And I know doing this is not very kind of me, but I promise to explain to her. Not now, though.

“Uh. I’m going to the conference room now. The others are waiting,” I announce, and Garcia nods, ushering me there.

“Yes. Go, go!”

Aside from the looks of 'Where the hell were you?' no one commented on me being late. Once we debrief, Hotch officially closes the case, instructing us to finish the paperwork and head home at lunchtime, which is perfect for my plans. It gives me enough time to prepare for dinner with (Y/N).

I know I look like a teenager, but I don't care.

Around three in the afternoon, I am already in my apartment and have made a restaurant reservation.

I decided to take a quick nap, although I didn't know how much sleep I would get given my nerves. It's not that being with (Y/N) makes me anxious per se; It's the anticipation of being with her.

Maybe I'm expecting too much from this date.

Shit. 'This date' Is this actually a date?

I feel like it is, but for (Y/N), will it be the same?

I invited her to dinner but never told her it was a date. Derek would tell me it is, but I don't want to assume.

Now is when Emily's words ring in my ears: 'Be honest with her to avoid false expectations.'

With her words in mind and the tiredness from the last days catching up with me, slumber finds me after a while.

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It’s seven pm sharp, and I’m knocking on (Y/N)’s door. I can hear some rustling from inside before the doors open, revealing her frame greeting me with a smile.

“Hey! Just in time!”

“H- hi,” I say, almost breathless after taking in her appearance.

It's true that the first time I saw (Y/N), she was dressed to the nines. It's also true that when I saw her on the terrace that night, I couldn't help but think how beautiful and captivating she was.

The next time was at Quantico. She wore a classic and elegant office outfit, with black formal trousers, a white silk blouse, and a fitted maroon jacket. The image of all the confidence and resolve I bet she has at the job.

But now? My jaw shamelessly drops.

She's wearing a sleek, form-fitting black dress that accentuates her curves and black heels that elongate her legs. A beautiful cardigan wraps elegantly in her upper half. Her hair is styled in loose waves cascading over her shoulders, and she's accessorized with long silver earrings and the same necklace with the compass I saw on her the first time. She looks sophisticated, alluring, and just perfect.

“Let me get my purse, and we can go, okay?” (Y/N) says, jutting her thumb to the inside.

“Su- yeah, sure.”

Great. I’m a stuttering mess.

The drive to the restaurant is filled with light conversation. I talked about the last heatwave in Los Angeles, and she annoyed me by telling me about the rain in Virginia last week.

Now I ask (Y/N) if she has a car. It happens that she owns a car but doesn't like to drive.

“I just discovered years ago I don't like it. But I kept the car only for emergencies, which is stupid if I think of it,” she prefaces.

“Why?” I ask, stealing a glance at her.

“Because now all emergencies I can think of entail myself incapable of driving.”

Her laugh fills the car now, and I can’t help but join her.

“Okay, okay. But really, why you don’t like it?” I ask when our laughing fades. (Y/N) clears her throat.

“Uh - are you familiar with the term road rage?”

I nod, not peeling my gaze from the streets ahead.

“Yes, I do. Colloquially known as ‘angry driver disorder,’ it is aggressive or angry behavior exhibited by motorists. These behaviors include rude and verbal insults, yelling, physical threats, or dangerous driving methods targeted at other drivers, pedestrians, or cyclists to intimidate or release frustration.”

A sigh escapes (Y/N)’s lips. “Yeah. That.”

Using the chance a red light gives me, I look at her with an eyebrow furrowed.

“So, do you have RRD?”

She averts my gaze, focusing on the windshield instead.

“I thought I had it. At first, I didn’t give it any importance. I said it was just me trying to adjust to the jungle. Who hasn’t yelled as driving? But there were times when I freaked out of myself and feared doing something more than screeching or honking like crazy. So, I stopped driving for a while. I did my research and learned techniques to get it under control. But since then, I never enjoyed it again.”

A nervous giggle escapes from (Y/N)’s lips.

“Jesus, you are going to think I’m a society threat.”

I shake my head without a second thought.

“Of course, you are not. Furthermore, I find it admirable that you realized it was unhealthy and took action before living a worse experience.”

I see a blush creeping (Y/N)’s cheeks from the corner of my eye.

Not five minutes later, we are at the restaurant parking lot.

Descending from the vehicle, I hurry to (Y/N)’s door and open it for her. Once she is out of the car, I offer my arm so she can lace hers with it.

The hostess greets us at the entrance, and once he checks our reservation, he leads us to our table.

It's the first time I’m here. I chose it because Rossi once said it was perfect for a date.

Again. A date. Something I still don't know if apply here.

A waitress approaches us as soon as we sit, handing us two menus.

“Miss, sir. I’m Emma, and I’ll be at your service this evening. Can I offer something to drink?”

After Emma leaves us with our orders, (Y/N) turns to me.

“Spencer, this place is amazing.”

And she is right. The soft lighting from the small lamps creates a warm atmosphere. The decor includes cozy tables spaced apart for privacy, with comfortable seating and plush cushions. Soft and muted deep reds and browns fill the interior, with classy artwork on the walls. It's really nice.

But above all, the company makes it even better.

Our conversation flows as easily as in the car. It's so comfortable as we have known each other for a long time. And we just met less than two weeks ago.

“Okay, let me get this straight. So you are from Vegas and couldn't bear the L.A. heatwave?”

“I have lived in DC for almost eight years, so I adapted better to this climate.” I shrug and (Y/N) hums.

“You don't get to go there that much? I mean, do you have family there?”

“Just my mom. And no, I don’t see her very often,” I confess—a tint of guilt in my voice.

I see (Y/N)’s face, and I know she wants to ask, but she is respectful enough not to. Not everyone is.

“I’m an only child. And my dad left us when after my tenth birthday. With no siblings, it is only my mom and me. But even if I don't see her often, I write her letter daily.”

I look at her again, expecting the same face everyone gives me when I talk about my family, the one that screams pity. But no, if (Y/N)’s face screams anything, it’s understanding.

“Old school, uh? I’m sure your mom loves your letters,” she says, sipping her glass of wine. I nod,

telling (Y/N) more about my letters to my mom and how detailed she likes me to write them.

“And I think it helped us not to break the bond.” I shrug, taking a bit from the fork. “What about you? Did you say you are not from DC?”

“No. I’m not. I’m from Minneapolis. My parents settled there at a very young age. They were born in the South. I have two siblings: an older sister and a younger brother. My parents are still in Minneapolis, and my brother is, but he lives with his boyfriend now. My sister left for Chicago when she married her fiancee years ago.”

“Do you see them often?”

(Y/N) shakes her head.

“Not quite. Just in holidays or major events. But we call each other often. I always know what happens there, and they know what happens to me here.”

(Y/N) tells me she is not that close with her sister, though. Since she started dating his current husband, they distanced. And that only worsened when (Y/N) moved to DC.

“I’m sorry. That must have hurt.” I don’t know what having a sibling is, but I see in her eyes that she is not okay with how things turned between them.

“Yeah. But neither of us has done something about it. And here is where I need to clarify that stubbornness runs in my family,” she chuckles.

I pull a face, faking surprise. “Yeah, that’s so you can realize who you're dealing with,” she says, pointing her fork at me.

Our conversation bounces from topic to topic until we land on the school phase.

I tell her about what it's like to be a child prodigy in a public school in Las Vegas. The bad things and the not-so-bad ones, because believe it or not, I can see something positive from that time at this point in my life.

“Clearly, I didn't have it as difficult as you, but I am sure we all felt out of place at some point during that time,” she muses, cutting a piece of her dessert with the spoon.

“Did you?”

She lets out a chuckle. “Let's say I haven't been very ‘typical’ in my life, especially in high school. I mean, if following a stereotype was required, mine was quite different from the other girls my age.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “How is so?”

“Well, while my friends dreamed about having a Mr. Darcy-Elizabeth kind of love, I found Heathcliff and Kathy's relationship more appealing,” she stops from her explanation with a snort escaping her lips. “Ha! I should have known it would be a problem later.”

Why do I think other people would know what she is talking about while I don't?

Of course, she sees the confusion written all over my face.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about, do you?” I pull a face, shaking my head.

“At risk of being disrespectful, uh, no. I don't.”

“Don’t worry. You don't have to, I guess. But if you read Wuthering Heights someday, you will know.”

I will—first thing in the morning.

“But the main idea is that I never expected life would be something close to a fairy tale, you know? I just didn't believe it, and my friends hated that of me.”

Jerks.

It's fair to say that we are so caught up in chatting that we don’t realize we are the only ones left in the restaurant. We do when Emma approaches to ask if we need anything.

After paying the check, we left the restaurant and headed to my car. The ride is mainly silent this time. I don’t want this night to end, and I think (Y/N) doesn't either because of how she bites her lower lip with her eyes trained on the road ahead.

We begin a light conversation for a few minutes after arriving at her building. With the car in parking, I reach her side of the vehicle to open the door for her. I offer her my hand, and she takes it, giving me a warm smile.

“I'll walk you to the door.” She nods softly, “Okay.”

The three floors to her apartment are pure agony in my head. I want to be honest with her, but I also don't want to scare her into thinking I'm a creep or whatever. If she notices my internal dilemma, she doesn't mention it. We reach her door, and (Y/N) takes her keys from her purse. I don't trust my hands and keep them in my pockets as she opens the door. She turns to face me now.

“Thank you, Spencer. I had a great time tonight.”

I see it in her eyes. She is genuine. And my heart skips a bit.

“Me too. Thanks for accepting my invitation.”

My hands feel clammy, so I take them out of my pocket and dry them discreetly on my clothes.

“Of course.”

We remain silent without taking our eyes off each other. Emily's words reverberate, and I know what I must do.

Okay. Here we go.

“Can I - can I ask you something?”

I wish I could speak without stumbling over my words.

“Sure.”

“Would you say that tonight, that is, our dinner - would you say it was a date? I mean, would you classify this as a date?”

(Y/N)’s eyes are trained on me as if trying to follow my train of thought.

“A date? Why wouldn’t I?”

She is still careful but curious about where I’m going with all of this.

“It's just that I never said it was a date when I talked about dinner.”

“So, you didn’t want it as a date?” (Y/N) asks for clarification, and I feel like the stupidest human being on earth.

“No! I did. I do. It's just - I thought you maybe thought of it like something different?”

She narrows her eyes at me. This is not working. I take a deep breath before starting over.

“The thing is, I don’t know if I’m reading this wrong. From the times we have seen each other and what we have talked about in these two weeks, I feel that there is something that feels so good between us, and I wonder if maybe you don't feel it or if you see it as something similar to a friendship. I know things in that part of your life have been messy lately, and I would understand if you wouldn't want anything to do with me, but I can't stop thinking-“

My rant is halted when I notice (Y/N)’s palm caressing my cheek. There is a glimmer in her eyes that makes my heart stop.

“Spencer. You are not reading this wrong. I feel the same way you described it as ‘right,’ even if I’m unsure what it is exactly.”

I let out a dramatic sigh I didn't know I was holding. That makes (Y/N) giggle. I join her with a chuckle myself.

As the giggle subsides, I hold her hand and place it over my chest near my heart. My other hand softly tilts her chin so I can look into her eyes.

“You are amazing; did you know that?” I whisper, and her breath hitched. I flick my gaze between her eyes and her lips. She does the same. And that's what I needed to get the courage and lean in. Slowly, the distance between us gets short, and I swear my heart is going to burst out of my chest. I can feel her breath fanning my face as her eyes flutter close.

And then, our lips met for the first time.

It's slow, and I can taste the sweetness of her lips.

I've never felt something like this kissing someone before, but now that I know what it's like, I never want to stop feeling it.

Her hands go up my shoulders, seeking a grip on the hair at the back of my neck. My hands fly to her hips to pull her closer to me as our kiss deepens. I sweep my tongue over her lower lip, and she parts them to grant me access. One of my hands leaves her hip to cup her face to get a better angle for continuing our kiss. Her arms tighten around my neck, pulling me impossibly closer.

I don’t want it to end, but the need for air is too much. After breaking the kiss, we are both panting with our faces flushed and lips swollen.

“Wow.”

“Jesus.”

We breathe out at the same time, followed by a fit of giggles.

Her laugh is definitely my new favorite sound on Earth.

I cup her cheeks and lean again to steal a quick kiss from her lips, and when I’m about to part again, she tightens her grip on my suit jacket lapels and brings me to her lips again.

After two or three more kisses, we lose the hold of our hands off each other, with a wide grin spread on our faces.

“I think we already give my neighbors enough of a show for tonight,” (Y/N) points out, biting her lower lip and peeking at both sides of the hall behind me.

“Yeah,” I mumble as I stroke her cheek, gaze focused on her eyes. “I should get going.” (Y/N) nods. “Text me when you are home?”

“I will.”

After another quick kiss, I muster the will to say goodbye. Wishing me goodnight, (Y/N) enters the apartment and closes the door. I linger there for a few seconds, excited like a child after the best day of his life.

I feel like it is.

Right now? I'm beyond grateful to Hotch for making me attend that stupid gala.

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mechaknight-98 · 4 months ago

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Dominance (NSFW) Yel

Authors note: A short little gift of Yel I guess. No funny joke or behind the scenes stuff

I was working on an assignment for work when Yel entered my office. She had a big, bright smile that always filled me with affection for her. She was always so happy and dressed so cutely, but today she wore a crop top that made her chest pop and a loose-fitting jacket that gave tempting glances at her impeccable body. I tried to focus on my work, but Yel demanded my attention. She twirled her blonde hair in an attempt to get me to focus on her. Eventually, her exasperated sighs and expressions made me take my focus off my work. I turned to her, and Yel grinned triumphantly.

“What’s up, Yel?” I asked as she sat down on my desk to my right. She pouted as she looked at me. Her eyes shimmered as she moved closer, causing my heart to beat a bit faster. She gave me that sweet innocent look before asking,

“There’s this guy I’ve been crushing on, but he’s too sweet to make a move.”

While I was slightly disappointed by this information, I was abundantly happy for Yel. She is a catch and deserves a great guy. “Okay, I can work with that. First question: do you know if he’s interested?” I asked. Yel nodded slowly.

“I’ve caught him drooling and fantasizing about me when we hang out a couple of times. Plus, there was this one time he moaned my name when he was taking a nap,” she said. I smiled—he sounded normal so far.

“So, what’s stopping him from asking you out?”

“There’s an age gap. He’s older by a bit, but we hit it off super well, so I’m not sure how to broach the subject. He’s so tied to this concept that because I’m younger, he’s bad for liking me.” I nodded; he sounded like a good guy, and I could easily understand his plight.

“Oh, and he’s also trying to be a good guy, but I know he’s dirty on the inside like me,” Yel added, and I laughed.

“Oh, are you some kind of goddess of love or something?” I teased. Yel smiled and nodded sarcastically.

“Have you seen me? I’m a total smoke show,” she said, smiling while fanning herself with her jacket and showing off her midriff. I would have looked away, but my body wouldn’t let me.

“Okay, fair—you are stunning,” I said, and Yel’s smile grew a bit brighter. She shifted in her seat, subtly leaning closer, her knee brushing against mine under the desk. It made me kind of wish the guy she was fawning over was me, but I’m too old for her.

As I relaxed into my chair and gave her situation some thought and attention, I had another question. “Okay, last question: how does your company feel about dating?” Yel smiled. I noticed she moved closer in her excitement, her eyes growing to the size of saucers.

“I knew you’d ask that question. You’re always so responsible about that kind of stuff. To answer your question, they’re fine with it as long as I’m not letting it get in the way of promotions.”

I nodded, now getting a full view of the picture.

“Oh, okay. Well, then let’s start with Attack Hs: Hunger, Hobbies, Habits. What’s his favorite food? What does he do in his free time, and what is his lifestyle like?”

Yel’s eyes brightened as she talked about this hypothetical man.

“Oh, the first one is easy. He loves ramen, pizza, and burgers,” she replied lightning fast. I nodded to show understanding of her words and that I was listening.

“Okay, and hobbies?” I followed up.

Yel smiled mischievously. “Oh, he’s a total helpless nerd. He loves going out to the countryside to take pictures and Kaiju movies. He finds them relatable since he’s kind of a loner, to be honest. Also, don’t tell him I know this, but once a month he goes to this event called Kaiju Big Battel. He dresses up as a Kaiju and fights other guys and girls in costumes over miniature model cities. It’s dorky, but it’s a lot of fun to watch, and he always gets so into it,” Yel said.

I laughed because I go to Kaiju Big Battel. I began to wonder if I knew the guy she was talking about. I nodded and then asked about the dude’s lifestyle.

Yel pouted. “That’s the one thing I don’t know. We don’t talk outside a few hours during the week in person and text over off-hours. I do worry about him sometimes because I’ll randomly see him beat up over the week, and I don’t know how it happened.”

I nodded and noted that she sees him throughout the week. “Oh, so it’s a workplace romance?”

Yel shook her head as she grimaced, annoyed, before smiling. “No, he works in the same office building, though.”

I nodded and responded, “Then ask him out or seduce him—it’s your call.”

Yel laughed and said, “Okay. Barry, will you go out with me, or do I need to make it more obvious?” I blinked rapidly, processing what Yel said. She closed my laptop and guided me to stand and face her. She bit her lip before repeating herself. I got lost in her, as I processed that this remarkable young woman had romantic feelings for me. It was daunting but exhilarating. I took a chance and kissed her.

As our lips met in that unexpected kiss, time seemed to slow down. Yel’s touch was gentle yet electric, sending a rush of warmth through me. When we finally pulled away, I found myself staring into her eyes, trying to process the moment.

“Wow,” I managed to whisper, my heart still racing.

Yel smiled, a hint of shyness breaking through her confident demeanor. “Wow indeed,” she replied softly. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

“Me too,” I confessed, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders as I admitted my feelings.

We stood there, caught in a moment of shared understanding and newfound closeness. The air between us crackled.

“I should get back to work,” Yel said, breaking the silence with a small laugh. “But maybe we could continue this conversation over lunch?”

“Absolutely,” I agreed, a smile spreading across my face. “Lunch sounds perfect.”

As Yel gathered her things to leave, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement mixed with nervousness. As I tried to focus on work a different problem arose.

As I worked I tried to stop my surging lust for Yel from getting out of control. I tried counting to ten and doing breathing exercises but to no avail. The monster between my legs had awakened and demanded appeasement. I groaned as I couldn’t focus anymore. I sat in my office for a few minutes before Yel came back.

Her eyes were dilated and her tan skin flushed. She looked at me with a hunger I knew very well. Our eyes locked and our bodies took over as she closed the door to my office.

“I’m so fucking wet for you. You have no idea.” She said as I got up. Her eyes went to my crotch and she chuckled “Maybe you do have some idea”

She looked at my bulge and bit her lip.

“Is that because of me?” She asked I wordlessly nodded as even now I tried to suppress ripping her top off and fucking those massive tits. As if sensing my struggle Yel says 9 words that give me the green light.

“What are you waiting for Daddy? Come Fuck me!”

I close the distance and bring her face to mine. This kiss is aggressive. I'm staking my claim on her. She mine. Yel submits to my aggression as my tongue dances with hers. She moans in my mouth as I feel her grind into my right knee. Eventually, we need to come up for air and the lust has only gotten stronger.

“Let me fuck your gorgeous tits,” I growl at her. Yel mewls and says

“Yes, daddy. Before lowering herself to my crotch. She smiles brightly as she lifts her top. Her tits bounced mesmerizingly as they adjusted to being free. Unable to control myself. I yanked my pants down and got out my cock.

“Oh, Daddy has such a nice cock for me to worship,” Yel said as lightly palmed my cock before slathering it in her spit. I moaned as she licked and slurped my rod. I look down at her. Her eyes are rolled into the back of her head as her tongue wraps around the shaft before ending with a light poke to the tip. Yel smiles before opening her mouth and taking me deep into her mouth.

The sensation is crazy I’ve never felt anything like this before. There is so much spit in her mouth when her nose reaches my groin that I can see it pooling on her chest. Yel’s sloppiness causes me to get even harder as I grow more in her mouth. I hear her moan causing her throat to vibrate around my cock in an unexpected way that causes me to cum violently down her throat. My mind goes blank as the lustfulness takes hold. I see Yel’s eyes are clouded as well. A ditzy smile painted across her face.

We let our instincts guide us as I plunge back into her mouth. Yel mewls before wrapping and sliding her tongue around my rod as I fuck her face. More drool pools down her chest as she stares luridly at me her eyes full of lust and love. When I cum again down her throat she smiles as her spit and my cum pool all over her face and chest. She massages her massive chest before saying “Does daddy have enough for my tits?”

I growl as I take my cock and position it between her mounds. Yel moans as I manhandled her.

“Yes, Daddy use my body.” She says as I relentlessly pound into her pillowy tits. My possessiveness and affection ferment together as I watch her so effortlessly take all of me.

“Fuck babe. You’re taking me so well,” I praise Yel and her eyes grow bigger

“Please I only exist to please Daddy. I’ll make sure your balls are drained every morning before work and before bed. Just please let me be your baby girl.” I smile at Yel and say

“Of course.” She smiles and begins to drool even more on my cock before begging me to cum all over her huge tits.

“Come on Daddy please cum for me. Cum all over my tits mark me. Make me daddy’s little good girl,” Her pace is relentless as she fucks me with her tits she moans as her pace becomes breakneck.

“Oh fuck Daddy I’m cumming!” Yel screams. I watch as she can barely contain herself she jolts and it causes me to cum again as well. I paint her face neck and chest. Yel smiles and massages it all in before she says, “I can’t wait for you to fuck this tight pussy.”

I groan and pick her up before peeling her pants off. Yel moans as I do.

When I manage to get her tight jeans off I am greeted by her dripping pussy. I slam my face into it. I taste her nectar which has a sweet taste that’s a little sour. She moans and yells, “fuck Daddy don’t tease me fuck me with that fat cock.” I laugh and jam my cock into her. Yel moans satisfied. “Oh god yes.” She yells. Her walls are tight, but she is so wet that’s a nonissue. I easily slip in and out of her sopping cunt as massages my cum and spit into her tits.

“Oh yes, Daddy you fill me so well.” She said. I feel my lust surging as I thrust in and out of her at a pace matching the rhythm of her moans.

“Yes use me as a flashlight.” Yel moans as I thrust deeper and deeper until I hit her womb. She moans and then she yells

“Daddy I’m cumming again.” As she does her pussy clenches me tight. I hold out long enough to fuck her through her orgasm until she yells.

“Fuck Daddy you’re so big. You take me so well. Fill my cunt.” Helpless to her request I concede and fill her greedy pussy with my seed. She moans in approval. She smiles and then says.

“Can you take the rest of the day off?”

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popcornforone · 19 days ago

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I’ll Make An Exception

A Frankie (Catfish) Morales Fic

Day 20 of Pedrotober

Masterlist

Ooooh so you all liked soft Frankie reading Fink did you (im publishing this now I’m home from my second viewing of The Wild Robot in 48hs) well today you get a bit more of the menace that we all fantasise about. God he’s talented.

Synopsis:- it’s the morning after you met a hot stranger at the bar.

Word count:-1100

Warnings over & above:- most of this is done by messages to each other, masturbation,naughty photos suggesting activities, sexual tension, swearing, alcohol, hook up friends with benefits.

Thanks for giving this a read my loves. As always please thank @alyssamariag & @norththelemon for setting this up.

Had the night before been a blur, or did it happen? You weren’t sure. You knew you were overly tired on this Sunday morning. Not actual hangover that made you dash to the bathroom to be sick but you did have a small headache. Past you knew this would be the case for Louisa birthday & you had a bottle of water & some painkillers by the bed, past you knew future you would need them. You’d also clearly had not been that tipsy as you had got home, locked the house up, taken your make up off & changed into your sleep shirt. That blue & white stripy one. Yet as you laid there thinking about if you should get brunch, you also felt happy. Like something had happened the night before.

That’s when your 11:30 emergency alarm went off. You knew you didn’t want to sleep in & not get any sleep before work on Monday on Sunday night. You’d learnt from past mistakes. As your hand reached to turn it off it stopped. This made you sit up in bed & reach for the phone.

Unknown number

1 message

You swiped & clicked & your eyes widened.

Morning beautiful, hope you got in okay last night 😘

It floods back. The handsome man at the bar. The one with the dirty cap that looked older than him. The stray locks & curls trying to escape it. Big brown eyes. Soft large hands. A grey shirt & jeans which well showed him off in all his glory.

You lie in bed & smile. Your friends know you often don’t like guys to flirt with you at bars, but you signaled to them that this one was fine. He had started out nervous, but from your memory you remember a gently kiss on the back of your hand, you kissing his beard patch, & vaguely remember grabbing his phone to put his number in, before your girls dragged you to the next bar for their happy hour. Your eyes lingering on him for as long as you could. Your blushing right now thinking about him, when the next message pings through.

If you don’t remember me that’s fine, but I just want to check your okay.

You smile & reply to him.

Morning, I’m alive not hungover how are you… frankie?

Your being honest when you ask that, something in the back of you mind just clicked that this was his name.

Ahhh I’m so glad you’re alright, & yes I am Frankie… how many guys did you give your number to last night? You know he’s starting off soft but you can tell from the messages & how you body feels as you think of him, that he could be the right kind of trouble for you.

Just the one, he was kinda cute & shy, I liked him. You can’t see frankie blush as he reads that message.

Lucky him, so I didn’t scare you off?

No 2 for 1 cocktails are clearly more important to my friends than my dating life

Which is?

Until last night none exisitant

& now?

Possible

So you think I’m a good dancing partner?

Whoever said we’d go dancing?

I mean in bed?

You almost choke on your bottle of water at his reply, he’s being forward now he’s realised you’re up for it. It’s not usually what you go for but you are enjoying this. Your arousal growing, tempted to get out your vibrator as you message this handsome stranger from the night before.

Well that all depends, I like whoever I bed to take me on a date first

Ooooh so dinner before desert

Yes

Hmmmm & what would I wake up to each morning if I decided to peruse this. You then quickly snap a selfie not caring how bad your hair is & send it to him so he can see you sleeping in the sleep shirt. Frankie has to palm his cock instantly once he receives the photos.

Any panties under that?

Yes, a small red thong

Damn it baby

& you frankie? What does a smoking hot pilot wear to bed. Your turn to receive a topless selfie, you lick your lips looking at his good body, his chest you want to bury your head in as you bounce up & down on his cock moaning his name as he grabs your arse & he tells you to be a good girl. Your own hand goes to your clit.

Hmmm nice view

I think mine would be better. You then do the ultimate power move & take your thong off & send him a photo of it on the bedroom floor.

Well I’m sure that’s a view you’d like to see.

You fucking tease

You started it

Did not

Did too 🤪

You go back & forth with this. Your pace picking up. He’s asked you if you like someone in control, if you shut your eyes when you cum. The friction unbearable & you moan in a voice note going fuck yes. You have know I dear that this send him over the edge too. Frankie cums all over his hand. A waste he says to himself. After all the self pleasure he then send you one final message.

What if you turned your location on right now to your phone? What would happen?

I dunno come round & find out. You turn on your location & then hear nothing at all for 15mins. You lie there damp & ready to be ravaged by a man who you know nothing about other than he likes to pull a girls hair as she sits as his reverse cow girl.

Then the door bell goes off & you walk downstairs to open it. There in the midday sun stand frankie, he’d clearly thrown on what was near him, long shorts with paint stains on them a grey tshirt & that cap. you stand there still in just your night shirt & look at him.

“Hello handsome”

“Hi does this count as a date?” He asks as he clicks his keys to make sure his truck is locked & you can see his other hand is over his manhood trying to not cum at the state of you in a bed shirt that just about covers your bum.

“No but for you sexy”You wink & grab his hand”I’ll make an exception”

You drag him into your house & lock the door & he pushes you up against it. Clothes fly off everywhere as what was going to be your lazy Sundays for recovery becomes one of the most passionate afternoons of love making in your life.

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lace-coffin · 6 months ago

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could you write something with Bubba Sawyer who's dating a s/o who is chubby(and ftm if that's all right) and they dislike how their body looks. It would be amazing if this included smut.

Bubba Sawyer with a ftm!chubby!Reader who’s feeling insecure (NSFW)

I use he/they/she for bubba in my fics btw!

Both you and bubba were bigger guys, both having a soft layer of fat cushioning your body to paw at and whisper sweet nothings into on warm Texas mornings in bed. You loved Bubbas body, big burly and hairy, thick arms to carry farm equipment and to hold you when you need protecting from the harsh outside world. You wouldn’t change a thing about your partner.

So why couldn’t you extend that love to yourself? It wasn’t like you disliked fat people, your beautiful girlfriend was fat for Christ’s sake, all soft curves and smooth edges you couldn’t keep you hands off so why did you feel so gross about your own body? You adored it on bubba but on you it just all seemed…wrong. You didn’t always feel this way, some days were better than others and you’re working on accepting and loving your body but it’s such a struggle on days like these.

work around the homestead finished for the day you practically jump bubba once he’s kicked off her boots and wiped the sweat from her brow. Squealing in surprise and making a soft ‘oof’ noise from the impact they return the affection, sliding their thick arms around your middle and placing a soft kiss onto the crown of your head. There’s no missing the way you squirm in discomfort, shrinking under his touch and pulling away almost as if burned.

Instantly your partner is checking you over. Did she do something wrong? Are you injured somewhere? are you feelings sick? Placing their hand back onto your stomach they whimper, worrying you might need a trip to the doctor, the nearest one is so far out too..

Giggling a little at their motherly instinct you remove his hand from your stomach, guiding her hand and lacing your fingers together, pressing a kiss to their knuckles.

“I appreciate your concern honey but I’m not sick so don’t go worrying yourself about that”

Bubba lets out a relived breath, glad to know you won’t be needing to be hauled into the truck and driven out of town to the nearest doctor but if that’s not the issue then what..? Cocking their head to the side they sign “please tell me?”. If signs could have a : ( emoji you’re convinced it would be tacked on the end. She looks like a wet cat in the rain, sick with worry.

You sigh and relent, not wanting to admit what you’ve been dealing with but wanting to scare your partner even less. Seeing your reluctance he squeezes your hand in encouragement, prompting you to go on. Taking a deep breath and releasing you start.

“I haven’t been feeling good about my body, I’m usually fine with how I look but right now it just freels…gross. Like my skin doesn’t fit the way it should and my fat is sitting all wrong. I just don’t feel very handsome right now.”

The look that passes over your partners face can only be described as pure heartbreak and confusion. Shes thinks you’re the most breathtaking man in the world so why..? You’ve had bad days sure but never pulled away from him like this.

Seeing the expression plaster itself on their face in time real time makes you scramble to explain.

“It’s nothing you’ve done! I’m just having a shitty day, been feeling weird and out of it…I’m sure I’ll be ok soon”

You’re not sure whether you’re trying to convince bubba or yourself.

Nodding in understanding she signs again.

“How can I help? I love you”

“Love you to big guy! Just uh, do you mind if we hang out in our room today? I don’t really feel up to seeing everyone at dinner.”

Humming in agreement you make your way up the stairs, bubba squeaking out an embarrassed noise as you slap his ass that’s just sitting in front of you. It’s too tempting not to. She doesn’t take that lightly, grabbing you by the waist (once you reach the landing, they’re not trying to break both do your necks.) and slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You kick and struggle but you’re easily overpowered, not that you don’t love it, but what’s life without a little fight?

Bubba tosses you onto the bed, giggling at the way you bounce before landing. You spread your arms with an amused look and invite them to join you. Wasting no time he crawls into your arms, mask unfastened and slung to one side. Earlier into your relationship it had taken a lot of trust and work on both ends to get them comfortable enough to unmask around you but now it’s like it never mattered in the first place, you’ve made him feel so loved and worthy without the mask it makes her wonder why she was ever so adamant on keeping it on.

Sweet kisses between the two of you quickly turn heated and rougher, tongues gliding over eachothers messily, muffled moans caught between bitten lips. Thick fingers trail down your body, dipping below the hem of your shirt, teasing the soft plush skin there and asking permission. You wiggle under his hold, the fingers playing with your shirt ticklish, and give them a nod of confirmation. Wasting no time Bubba wrestles your shirt over your head only to be met with your binder, she gives a less than excited groan at the extra layer, signing “arms up”

You snort in response “yes mother” you reply sarcastically.

An unreadable look passed over his face, devolving into a smug smile.

“Mommy?” They sign out

“Hey, whatever you want, cutie” you joke back, helping them tug your binder off and taking a well needed deep breath. Delighted as always his hands fly straight to your plush stomach, grabbing handfuls in appreciation, fingers trailing along the happy trail peaking from your already damp boxers.

Suddenly hit with an idea, your partner pauses, snapping their head up to meet your questioning eyes.

“Can we try something new please? I have an idea..” she signs out shyly

Never one to turn away from a new experience you agree, nodding and squeezing his hand. You wriggle out of your boxers and throw them to the side, they can wait until later.

“I trust you” you smile back, giving them the go ahead to get started on whatever they’re planning. Humming in agreement he takes himself out of his boxers, already hard and happy to continue.

“Well hello to you to” you giggle, giving them a quick stroke, causing them to groan and buck into your hand. Huffing she readjusts herself, you spread yourself open for him and close your eyes, waiting for the delicious stretch of her inside you, but it never comes.

Slipping open your eyes in confusion you let out a surprised yelp as your boyfriend’s thick cock is slapped onto the plush surface of your stomach.

Bubba pauses for a moment, meeting your eyes as to ask for permission to continue their ministrations.

“Go ahead handsome, I’m happy to see how much you enjoy my body.” You smile back, leaning your weight onto your elbows behind you, keen to enjoy the show.

With one final nod he begins to thrust again, wet cock slipping over your soft tummy. The noises from their mouth are downright sinful, little gasps and moans making you squirm in your spot.

“There’s my good boy, hm? Gonna cum for me?” You lull out, a lazy smile on your face.

Your words of encouragement push them over the edge, with one final moan they release onto your stomach, warm and sticky.

“Fuck, you like it that much baby?” You giggle, petting Bubba’s hair, who’s now collapsed onto your dirty tummy in a panting mess. You receive a muffled groan in response. You’ll take that as a yes.

#slasher x reader #slashers #slasher headcanons #writing #my writing #slasher fucker #bubba sawyer #bubba saywer x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #the texas chainsaw massacre

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likeadevils · 11 months ago

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What exactly happened between Taylor and Olivia Rodrigo?

it seems like neither partner really wants to talk about it, i would guess because there’s not that much to talk about. like, the list down there looks long, but (from the outside, as someone who casually keeps up with olivia) i would characterize it as a series of small but complicated events that caused olivia to decide she couldn’t grow as an artist while under taylor’s shadow. and from what i can tell, those are:

olivia felt creatively stifled, and taylor getting writing credits on deja vu heightened that— she’s mentioned a few times how damaging other artists claiming credits on sour was to her creative process, and how it made her feel like she couldn’t write anything original enough to be worthwhile. to be fair, olivia outright said she got the idea for the screaming part on deja vu from listening to cruel summer, so like. it wasn’t like taylor didn’t deserve credit, but i don’t think olivia was wrong for being hurt by it— it’s hard enough to find your voice as a 17/18/19 year old, let alone when all anyone can say is how it sounds just like this other person who did it much better than you. that’s going to take a toll, and taylor was (imo completely unintentionally) part of that storm for olivia

i also wouldn’t be surprised if olivia felt a little stung by taylor being so close to sabrina, even though i imagine all parties involved understand each other’s reasoning. but that’s just pure speculation on my part, i don’t think anyone close to olivia has even hinted at that. olivia has taken great pains to make it clear that she was mad at uh. josh something? jake? feminism win, local blogger forgets that guys name. but anyway shes always been careful to make her songs and public statements about that guy’s wrongdoings, not sabrina. that being said, from olivia’s music, it seems like she struggles a lot with comparing herself to other women, even as she knows that’s not like, a good path to go down. and uh. “my favorite artist has been so kind and patient with the woman who my first love left me for, while said favorite artist flippantly hit me where i’m weakest” is an tempting narrative to make yourself feel really bad, and who among us has not felt the call of an tempting narrative to make ourselves feel really bad

irregardless of any hurt, i think a big part of olivia distancing herself from taylor is an attempt to distance her brand from like, the “taylor swift fan first, songwriter in her own right second” thing that interviewers and to a certain degree the general public was treating her like.

i really don’t want this to come across as like, olivia is overly emotional and taylor is a careless money-hungry superstar, so of course olivia harbors a deep animosity to taylor— i think it’s just a case of two people who aren’t in a place where they can have a healthy, close mentorship, at least not publicly. and that’s okay! sometimes you come into peoples lives when you aren’t ready, and out of respect for them and you, you move on. from what they’ve chosen to make public, i don’t think it’s a feud, just olivia doing what she needs to do to grow as an artist and person

#asks*#sorry this took so long i was watching lotr

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emmalostinwonderland · 4 months ago

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Emma Happy Friday!! and a Ficlet prompt for ya

🥾 Walking tour for firstprince plz 💚

Thanks for the ask! I also got a 🥾 from @tailsbeth so this is for both of y’all. Sorry for the late submission 🫣

This is just absolutely un-fucking-fair. Alex has been giving food tours in New York for a couple years now – it's the perfect side gig for a college student trying to stay in shape and get to know a new city – but despite bad weather and Karens and the occasional scheduling issue, he’d never been tempted to quit on the spot. Until now, of course. This one guy with his blondness and his posh accent and his pink, pouty lips has no business taking his tour and practically fellating everything they try. He looks like he’s having an orgasmic experience at each stop on the tour, and Alex is… barely coping. “Oh, it’s been absolutely ages since I’ve had good gelato,” the guy moans at their Eataly stop. “This is just divine.” “I can’t say I disagree,” his companion, the beautiful, dark-skinned man with teal hair, replies. Alex briefly considers the appeal of being the filling in their sandwich so-to-speak before he shakes the thoughts away. Keep it professional, he thinks to himself. Blondie doesn’t seem to notice his blatant thirsting anyway, thank fuck. He’s moved on to asking Fashion Colors what kind of gelato he ordered. “Pretty sure it’s technically sorbetto, dear heart, but I simply could not ignore the passionfruit. My instincts were correct, of course; it’s delightful. What’s yours then? Mint?” “Pistachio.” Oh and how Alex both loves and loathes the way this guy pronounces pistachio with a hard C like the Italians do. So pretentious, and yet… well. “Ah, of course. You always have been a slut for the nut though, Haz.” “Pez! Some bloody decorum, if you please,” Blondie hisses at the other guy, and Alex can’t help but scoff. “Like you’re one to talk.” Both men turn and stare openly at him, leaving Alex to finally realize that he was the one who just fucking said that. So much for a good review. “Pardon?” Blondie asks, looking incredulous. Alex glances around to make sure his other tour group members are distracted. “You’ve eaten everything this afternoon like you’re filming an OnlyFans video, man. Not judging, just like… I dunno, I assumed you knew.” “I– I absolutely have not,” he splutters, his forgotten gelato dripping onto his fingers and nearly driving Alex to distraction once again. His mouth has gone completely dry, and he lets his subconscious run wild imagining all the scenarios in which he could lick the guy’s fingers clean. “Well,” the other man (Pez? Surely not his real name) adds in, “he’s not entirely wrong, darling.” Blondie looks like he wants to melt right through the sidewalk along with his pistachio gelato. “It’s cool, plenty of couples are like that,” Alex says as casually as he can manage. The words burn his throat on the way out. “Are y’all newlyweds? Honeymoon in the Big Apple?” “What? Us?” Blondie’s shock is about equal to his horror. His companion doubles over laughing. “Pez, stand up, you’re making a scene. We, er– no.” “No?” Pez, wiping tears from his eyes, straightens up. “No. Lifelong mates, though only in the English sense. Henry here is completely unattached, in fact. You wouldn’t happen to know any strapping young lads seeking a hopeless romantic with a fondness for good food? He’s new to the area, you see, and I think he’d benefit from being shown around the city.” “Fucks sake, Pez–” “Funny you should ask because I do have someone in mind, as a matter of fact.” Pez grins as Henry falls silent. “Do tell.” Alex clears his throat. “He’s actually a tour guide, so he’s friends with half the restaurant owners around here and can get a last-minute reservation practically anywhere. And he’s free tonight.” “Please be referring to yourself,” Henry says softly. “I don’t mean to overstep, of course, but–” “I’m absolutely referring to myself, sweetheart. Can I take you out after this?” “I’d like that very much.” Pez claps each of them on the shoulder. “Wonderful. You two go on mooning over each other; I shall be inside buying more pasta than I know what to do with. Henry, I’ll see you at home eventually — don’t hurry back.”

#ficlet friday #rwrb #firstprince

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petruchio · 3 months ago

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PLEASE share your midnights Matty softlaunch theory, it’s such an odd and (to me at least lol) fascinating album

ok so. im going to go into insane detail track by track, but i think midnights makes sense (almost) if we read it as a journey through deciding to leave joe and we read mastermind as being a matty song — so the album is mostly her wondering if this thing she feels with matty is real or in her head, and then wondering, if it is real, if it’s worth it to make the jump. and i think she was ready to do it, and midnights would’ve been basically the matty “announcement,” but then she and joe made up and the 3am tracks are kind of damage control to confuse the narrative and make it less obvious. but we have to do a bit of digging. so let’s dive in.

(obvi we don’t know what happened for real. but it’s just fun to speculate!!!)

we open with lavender haze. and here we see taylor desperate to stay in the happy, peaceful relationship she’s in — she doesn’t WANT to get married, she doesn’t WANT to be talked about, she doesn’t WANT anything more. she just wants this. it’s enough for her. …or is it?

because immediately, we move to maroon. we go from a pastel purple color to various shades of red, changing the image and flipping back through memories. and these memories call back to a lot of 1989 era imagery — we get the wine stain from clean, the rosy cheeks from wildest dreams, new york… that’s a real fucking legacy to leave. something triggered this little trip down memory lane. maybe they hung out, or someone said something, who knows. but i think this is where the cracks in the lavender haze begin.

and so after all that she takes us to anti-hero. it’s me, hi, i’m the problem. i think this is probably the precursor to guilty as sin? — it’s saying, oh no. i’m the problem, fantasizing about my ex again (i dream of cracking locks, throwing my life to the wolves/i wake up screaming from dreaming) and acknowledges that joe is going to leave her when he finds out (one day i‘ll watch as you’re leaving)

but she can’t stop. the fantasy continues to grow in snow on the beach. this song is filled a bunch of space/sky imagery — “a few moons ago,” “stars by the pocketful,” “your eyes are flying saucers from another planet.” let’s keep track of that imagery. (we’ll return to the all space stuff in a big way in down bad, but don’t worry, it’ll reappear on midnights.)

and then there’s the realization of you’re on your own kid. that’s right — you’re on your own, and you always have been. i think this is her deciding to separate her sense of identity from joe. and the first verse brings up a lot of images we see come back on ttpd: “summer went away, still the yearning stays” -> “another summer/rolling thunder/he don’t understand me” and “it’s okay we’re the best of friends” -> “but tell me who else is gonna know you?” and “you’re smoking with your boys” -> “you needed drugs more.” it’s tempting to interpret the first verse as a retrospective on her teenage years, but it could just as easily be about falling for matty while they were “just friends” and she was still with joe. but i think in yoyok she’s still trying to convince herself it’s not real: “just to learn that you never cared.” matty doesn’t want her, she thinks. but she has her songs. maybe that’s all she ever needed?

this triggers an even larger dive into the past: midnight rain. now she’s wondering if the reason she’s so resistant to marry joe is just a repeat of old patterns, so she dives into the past looking for answers. i maintain that midnight rain is about the muse of debut and i think it’s her looking over her own past and trying to make sense of what’s happening now. am i the problem? was i always the problem? am i incapable of marriage or is it just with this guy?

so now she has to know. she has to get answers. is this fantasy about matty her just replaying old patterns of leaving when things get serious? or is this thing she feels with matty something real? basically, can i ask you a question…? we don’t even need to dive any deeper into the 1989 era of it all. this song is pretty obvious. note that we return to the space imagery though: “does it feel like everything is just like second best after that meteor strike?”

i don’t feel like talking about vigilante shit because it’s a bad song but suffice to say i think it’s just her being admitting she’s okay sometimes being the villain. other than that it’s not really relevant to the matty narrative.

so then we get bejeweled. which was strange when it came out and hasn’t gotten less strange, but it’s kind of another step in deciding to leave joe behind. she can’t marry him, because she’s not sure matty isn’t actually the one for her. “when i meet the band, they ask do you have a man, i can still say i don’t.” is the band… perhaps… the 1975? and this is when she leaves. “what’s a girl gonna do? a diamond’s gotta shine.” she sets herself free. you can try to change her mind, but you can’t. she polished up real nice.

and then we get labyrinth. which to me only makes sense as a post-joe song. “it only hurts this much right now.” “i’ll be getting over you my whole life.” “break up break free break through break down.” but what saves her? the person who comes in right at the last second: matty. he turns the plane around. remember all the space imagery? my flight was awful thanks for asking? well, here he is. uh oh, i’m falling in love again.

and actually… she loves it. it feels like karma. (or maybe destiny.) for all her work, all her struggle, all her pain, she gets the guy in the end: the years of pining and coded songs all add up to this.

but she can’t hate joe. she could never hate him. she might have wanted to leave, but it wasn’t because he treated her badly. he never wanted anything from her. just sweet nothing. i don’t think sweet nothing is a breakup song; it was probably even written as a love song. but its placement on the tracklist makes it feel like a goodbye. “they said the end is coming,” she says. but she needed someone who saw her that way. it’s an i will always love you song. it’s a thank you.

and so we close: mastermind. the planets and all the stars aligned from snow on the beach and question. we’re up in space now. she’s been planting these seeds since back in 2014… and now she has him. matty. she did it. all the wisest women had to do it this way. doesn’t that sound like fucking politics and gender roles? the liquor in the cocktails that she’s always drunk on when she’s around him? but he knew the entire time. she’s a mastermind.

okay so that’s the standard edition. the bonus track being hits different makes sense if it’s the joe breakup — “it hits different this time.” she’s left people before, but never like this. she’s SAD! she’s waiting for his key in the door but it never comes. she might have been the one that left, but it still hurt like never before.

but the 3am tracks are the last bit of the puzzle. and here’s where i think we can take taylor’s word for them as sort of “vault tracks” because they don’t fit in the narrative of midnights, but they tell a story in themselves. and that story is of her and joe getting back together after all this.

the first one she tacks on is the great war, a song about making up after a fight. so she puts that one to first, to reassure that they actually made it through. then i think we get the “cutting room floor” tracks — that is, they’re out of order but all part of the larger story. we get another heartwrenching goodbye in bigger than the whole sky, a return to the delusional lavender haze and staring at the ceiling in paris, a song about cheating in high infidelity. all thematically relevant, but not perfectly fitting into the narrative of the original record.

then we get glitch, which imo is also a matty song. “depending on what kind of situationship im in” read: if joe and i are off or on. “2190 days of our love blackout” read: six years since the 1989 era where they dated originally. “nights are so starry” brings us back to the space imagery, the glitch video on spotify glitching to the 1989 tv of wildest dreams… “it must be counterfeit” will come back too, in loml when she says “something counterfeit is dead.” but here… it’s only getting started.

would’ve could’ve should’ve again sees her examining her patterns with toxic men, and begins a lot of the religious theming we’ll see return on ttpd. and then we close with dear reader, a song about self-loathing, and begging the listener not to take her advice because she’s not really a good person. she admits it: she cheats, she lies, joe has left her alone in the house (not a home, cause nobody’s there.) “you should find another guiding light,” she tells us. but she shines so bright…

anyway yeah. that’s my extended theory. i think it was supposed to be the goodbye to joe and mastermind was introducing matty, but then when they patched it up, the narrative changed and 3am tracks got added on and changed the direction. (it makes sense if those tracks were added on late, since they weren’t available physically for a long time after the record was released. hits different, the song about breaking up with a long term partner… was.) we could deep dive into every song and analyze the lyrical parallels with 1989, folkmore, and ttpd too (don’t get me started on the 1 and cardigan) but we’ll save that for another time.

and of course, we all know what happened next. but we wouldn’t be here without the chaos that was midnights. without it, we might never have gotten an answer to that one, burning question…?

now we have the answer. the only thing that’s left… is the manuscript.

#answered #ts midnights #taylor swift #lancelotofthelake #HOW AM I STILL TALKING ABOUT MIDNIGHTS

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love island kirishima would have me so sick and tired bc i just Know he’d come back from talking with another girl and be all “i think she wants to be friends! ☺️ how cool is that!!” and like… i’m not trying to look insane on national television so i’m just like, “the 😬 coolest 😬” and then excusing myself to go float facedown in the pool

or like !! he’s so big and burly and helpful ?? so the others are always bein like “can you get this off the top shelf for me?” or “ugh, i can’t climb up here—can you give me a boost?” and he’s just So Happy to help !!

and it’s so hard bc people are telling you he’s playing you, other guys in the villa are offering to help you give him a taste of his own medicine. and , it’s SO tempting bc you’re really going through it! but you know that he’s just…chronically kind. and intentionally hurting him just feels too wrong .

basically, being coupled up with kiri is an exercise in patience and trust i’m just not sure i’m cut out for 😩😩

LITERALLY IT WOULD BE SO MISERABLE !!!! floating face down in the pool akfhsoakq EXACTLY !!! he's tells one of the new girls, "yeah i'm doing great in my couple !! very happy !!" and she's like, "so does that mean you're totally closed off ? 🙄 not gonna get to know anyone else ? 🙄" and he FEELS BAD !!!! SO HE'S LIKE, "oh, no ! i still want to get to know everyone !" LIKE. BABE. STOOOOP. SHE'S BAITING YOU.

omg. and you are so right. your closest friends see him being so interactive and kind and !!! they're telling you not to ignore the red flags !!! and you don't want to 🥺 you don't want to be made a fool 🥺 but he still sits close by you and hugs you and kisses your head so he really cares, right ?? RIGHT ??? AJFHSKKAKA

as one does, i have now constructed an entire season for kirishima love island au LOL and it would be STRESSFUL THE WHOLE WAY i think. like if another girl grabbed him from your couple, he's so nice and earnest and kind that i think he would be one of those, "it wouldn't be fair for me not to sort of get to know her, too" and like YEAH THAT'S THE POINT BUT !! 🥺 NO STOP !!!! akfhskaka yeah. i would lose my mind. absolutely not cut out for it.

#GOD so conflicting #it's so funny that love island kiri is even more difficult than love island bakugou LOL #ALWAYS HELPING PEOPLE WITH STUFF !!!!#CAN EASILY PICK UP ANY OF THE GIRLS AND CARRY THEM !!!!#WAAAAH PUT THE WOMAN DOOOWWNNNNN !!!#some guy comes to you and is like 'you deserve someone that gives you their full attention' and 🥺 it's not that kiri DOESN'T 🥺#but he's just pulled in so many directions 🥺 doesn't see how it's affecting you 🥺#and how do you tell him: you're too nice akfhskaka #am i gonna have to get a kiri love island tag akghskakak #✿ willow writes #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: kirishima #✿ theme: bummer island kiri

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holylulusworld · 2 years ago

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Hunter vs Witch

Summary: Sam just can’t stand you.

Square filled for @samwinchesterbingo:

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Witch!Reader

Sidepairing: Dean Winchester x Pie 🙃

Warnings: banter, implied past sexual encounter, fun, enemies to ???, crack, mentions of pegging (no description)

Words: 800

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“Y/N,“ Sam unhappily looks at you. He presses his lips into a thin line and narrows his eyes.

Sam Winchester never was a big fan of you, or rather your attitude.

“Samuel,” you give the hunter a wink. “What brings you here? I thought you never wanted to come back here.”

You just love to rile the tall hunter up.

“You know why I’m here!”

“How shall I know what’s going on in your pretty head?” you batt your eyelashes. “I was minding my business when you stormed into my establishment, gun aimed and a wild look in your eyes.”

“You kidnapped my brother!”

“Oh, that,” you grin. “I did not kidnap your big brother. I borrowed him.” You correct. “He’s fine.”

“Where is my brother?” Sam raises his voice and unlocks his gun. “I will kill you if you don’t tell me where my brother is. I’ll count to ten.”

“One,” you giggle. “Two.”

“I’m not joking!” pressing the barrel of the gun into your chest Sam sneers. “Three.”

“Four, Samuel.”

“Five.”

“Six.”

“Seven,” Sam looks around the bar, huffing as there is not a single customer. “Eight.”

“Nine, sweetheart.”

“SAMMY! There you are,” Dean walks out of the small kitchenette in the back of your bar. “You’ve missed all the fun. What took you so long?”

The elder brother buries a fork into the pie you bought for him, humming happily. “Dean?” Sam sighs deeply. “You are alright.”

“Y/N bought me pie,” Dean walks toward one of the bar stools to sit on the bar counter. “I love me some pie, sweetheart.”

“I know you do, Deanie.”

“She…and then,” securing his gun Sam grunts. “What did you mean with I took my time? You were just gone, Dean. I came back to the bunker, and you were gone. Baby was still at the garage, though.”

“Y/N drove me,” Dean shrugs. “She said that the monster she’s hunting attacks their victims while stealing their cars. I didn’t want to put Baby on the line.”

“You could’ve left a message! I was worried sick, Dean,” Sam grumbles. “You can’t just run off with that witch! She cannot be trusted!”

“Oh, come on, Samuel. You got all cozy with Rowena and call me a witch like I’m a bad guy. I only use my powers to kill the big bad guys wanting to feast on your cute ass.”

“Keep my ass out of this.”

“I bet you’d like me to peg your ass,” you smirk. “You always give me submissive vibes. Hmm…yeah. I got some nice toys.”

“Last warning, Y/N,” Dean watches you and Sam with amusement. He chuckles and turns his attention back toward the pie. “Dean, don’t you want to say something?”

“Keep me out of this. Y/N is a white witch and a hunter. If I don’t want to kill her, you should try to do the same.”

“Yeah, you better not anger me,” you lower your voice and point your index finger at Sam. “You don’t want me to use the spell I saved for you.”

“I’m not afraid of your spells,” Sam puffs his chest. “Do your worst.”

“Don’t tempt me, Samuel,” you take a step toward the hunter. “If I’m done with you, you’ll say: ‘Oh no that witch shrank my dick! Help me, Dean. But he won’t. Your dick will be a tiny wiener for the rest of your life.”

“You wouldn’t dare to put a spell on me, witch.”

“I will so put a spell on you and your dick,” Dean snickers behind his brother’s back. “What’s so funny, Dean?”

“You sound like a married couple in the middle of a fight. Just tell me when you get to the make up sex.”

“Eek…I wouldn’t touch his dick with gloves on.”

“I didn’t know you’re into kinky shit, sweetheart,” Dean dips his head to glance at you. “What kind of gloves do you prefer?”

“Dean, you are confusing reality with porn again. Help me here. She just threatened my life.”

“She threatened your dick.”

Sam rolls his eyes at Dean’s comment. “You’re not helping.”

“I didn’t try to be helpful.”

“I got that,” Sam sarcastically says. “I’ll bring her to the dungeon and chain her up. I think Rowena and Castiel should check on her again. I don’t believe for a second that she’s a white witch.”

“Now you made it,” you turn around to walk toward the staircase. “I’ll put a spell on you right now!”

“WAIT! You won’t,” Sam runs after you, calling your name. “I’m warning you.”

“Young love, huh? I guess they will have loud make up sex again,” Dean looks at the half-eaten pie. “I know, sweetheart. We should go somewhere more private and enjoy each other’s company. I can’t have you listen to the noises they are going to make …”

Hunter vs Witch (2)

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#samwinchesterbingo #Sam Winchester #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester x witch!reader #sam x reader #sam x you #Hunter vs Witch

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hedgiwithapen · 1 year ago

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Young Justice. “You’re right: I’m a liar. But you can believe me, just this one time.”

Something soft and furry presses against her ankle. Zatanna doesn't look, just steps away from whatever cat or dog has sensed her anxious sorrow. She doesn't particularly want to be comforted right now. In the aftermath, she always does. Artemis is good about holding her up through her grief. in the days that follow, she wants to be empty, a bit. Focus on her magic, focus on her work. It's just easier that way.

"I know how to stop that old tightwad," a voice says in Zatanna's ear. She jumps.

Teekl purrs, moving from her ankle to Klarion the witchboy's, and anger builds inside her. It's his fault. He killed Kent Nelson. His spell shattered the worlds. He stole her father from her. The League, the Team, they have a thing about killing.

Magic has a thing about threes.

"Give me one good reason not to kill you."

"Well, you can't, so there's that," he says. "But also I can help you with your Nabu problem."

"Right," she spits. "Help. Because you're so benevolent and trustworthy."

"You’re right: I’m a liar." Klarion said with a shrug. "But you can believe me, just this one time.”

"And why's that?"

"Because I'm a being of chaos not evil. I mean, evil most of the time, sure, but that's because it's fun, not because it's what I am."

"Speak plainly, Chaos creep."

"The Bad guys are all board meetings these days.” Klarion says, his eyes suddenly far too big and sad to exist in the real world. “ Literally. It's hell. I don't have anything anyone else would want, so you're my best bet for, you know, shaking things up. Like, all those secrets you heroes have been keeping? Hiding stuff and manipulating each other each until someone does something drastic and like nine layers of lies get unraveled like an onion? That’s gold. Probably the only reason I’m not dead. So maybe, I dunno, I owe you or something. So how’s about it, I get your dad back from Nabu, without killing him I guessssss--" he peeks at her. Though she's tempted, she nods firmly. " Without killing him, and in return you get the heroes to do something really splashy. Get things going. Street fight? Been a while since there was one of those. Up to you. I'll throw in a bonus if it's against Luthor, that guy really takes the fun out of villainy. Three piece suits when he could have a mech! There's no drama and it is killing me. So, you in?"

Zatanna's spent years wondering what she'd do for her father back for more than an hour once a year. Starting a street fight against the likes of Lex Luthor is a far cry from selling her soul.

"Tell me how you plan on saving my father. As long as no one dies... I'm in."

#dammit hedgi day 2023 #Young Justice #Zatanna Zatara #Klarion the Witchboy #the writers are cowards about chaos/order being alligned with good/evil and i say fuck that

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love-for-faeries-go-burrrr · 1 year ago

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When the Feelings Started

okay so some fluff inspired by @funkydancingdinosaur <3 this is when Rose & Rocket realized they liked each other and started taking feelings seriously.

Doing fluff while having orgasmic smut in your drafts is a type of funny I’ll never get over

Note: in my little world calling someone a nymph is like calling a faerie a slut or whore; that is needed for this.

~ approx ten months of knowing each other ~

“This place is beautiful!” Mantis exclaimed looking around at the beautiful planet the crew just landed on. Rose nodded in agreement.

“Tch, same as every rock we’ve landed on before” Rocket said blandly. Peter rolled his eyes before motioning everyone to follow him to a bar.

Today was an easy day, having just eradicated werewolf like creatures from a nearby planet that were terrorizing the common folk, they decided to travel to another to get some much needed relaxation.

Relaxation meaning drinks and bad jokes, Peter and Rose living it up on the dance floor as the guardians laughed at them. Groot cheering them on and busting some moves himself on the table the guardians sat at.

Rose asked the table if anyone would like to join, joking to Rocket that he should join her and Peter. Drax bursted out laughing “ROCKET? HA! HE COULD NEVER DANCE PROPERLY!” having a hard time breathing due to all the laughter.

“Ya know? I’m a great at everything, and ya lucky I’m feeling good tonight or I’d shove my blaster so far up yar-”

“I would not enjoy that and disagree with you being good at everything” Drax said calmly, only a small smile. The guardians just ignored the twos antics and enjoyed their night.

Towards the end all the guardians were feeling tired yet Rose still danced the night away, having many people ask her to dance and she never refusing, adoring the music flowing through her veins.

“Okay, who’s going to tell her we want to go home?” Peter asked with a yawn, watching his half sister’s face light up with happiness as a new song started.

“I will not be the one to do that.” Mantis said while shaking her head. As everyone grumbled on who should, Rocket ordered another drink.

“Go ahead with out us, I want another drink to two then we’ll come back” Rocket said with a slight shrug.

Peter smiled at this, he knew Rocket found his sister attractive and was trying to be a good wing man when it counts. Rushing everyone out and towards the Milano as he winked to Rocket.

Rocket rolled his eyes, a small smirk forming when another drink arrived. He may know Rose is attractive but that doesn’t mean anything, it’s like saying a super model was pretty, didn’t mean anything.

Rocket’s ears perked as Rose approached, “Hey, where did everyone go?” Rose asked her eyes lingering on the exit.

“Ehh no one wants to dance as much as you do Princess,” Rocket said before downing his drink.

Rose blushed with embarrassment, “I should apologize, I always keep everyone out too late” a frown forming as her eyes went back to Rocket.

Rocket shook his head, “Nah, ain’t a big deal Princess…promise” he said motioning to the bartender to bring another.

Rose’s eyes fell to the empty glasses beneath Rocket, “Hey all these ain’t mine, I’m havin’ another few then we leave” Rocket said, answering her accusations she made with her eyes.

Rose smiled, whenever the bartender set down another drink, she was tempted to dive forward and grab it just to mess with Rocket, Rocket smirked noticing she had an idea to mess with him conjuring in her head. But his eyes widened when he saw someone approached Rose from behind.

Rose felt it, it was quick but was forceful, she whipped around to face the guy who just groped her. “Who do you think you are?!” She yelled, her normal calm face tainted with a furrowed brows and gritted teeth, behind her she heard a glass break.

“I don’t give a damn who he is; he’s a dead man” Rocket snarled, now standing on on the table and pointing a blaster at the creatures face. “Rose.” Rocket ordered, wanting her to duck so he could shoot the creature without risking injuring her.

Rose knew what Rocket wanted but she didn’t break eye contact with the creature in front of her, his smirk causing Rose’s body to ick but rage at the same time. “Rocket, I got this,” Rose half pleaded half demanded through gritted teeth.

Rocket started to protest, his finger on the trigger, the creature grinned at Rocket, causing Rocket’s trigger finger to fidget, begging to shoot him.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Rose said with a hint of snark, the guy’s eyes fell back on her.

“Shouldn’t take it so seriously, Princess”

Rose’s body twitched, the way this guys voice was dripping with a very punchable sensation.

Rose turned to Rocket, her eyes saying trust me, basically pleading he let her handle this. Rocket reluctantly placed the blaster back in its holster. Nodding to Rose, his eyes saying, fine but if it gets out of hand I’m taking over. His hand still resting on the blaster, ready if need be.

Rose faced the guy again, her arms now folded across her chest. The guy smirked as his eyes landed on Rose’s breasts, Rose resisted shuddering when he licked his lips and leaned in.

“Now where were we princess?”

“Only friends call me that” Rose said with a sickeningly sweet smile, before launching herself at this guy.

Rocket laughed as he watch Rose beat the sense out of the guy, but when security arrive to separate them, Rocket pointed his blaster at security with a smirk, he let out a “Tut tut tut” as he shook his head no, his eyes saying oh please try I would take pleasure in killing you if you try to stop her.

Rose berated the man for touching a woman with out her consent, much less being so bold about it, stating she’d kill him if he ever so much as looked at another woman.

Rocket couldn’t help but laugh at the guy as Rose stood before him, wiping his blood off her chin. “That’s my girl!” Rocket said proudly, seeing this side of her only released on truly despicable people.

“Now we’ll leave, peacefully” Rose said, aiming for security to hear her. The tall security guard stepped back, fearing Rose more than he did the blaster Rocket had pointed at him.

As Rose turned to Rocket with a proud smile, her eyes flickered back to the now bloodied guy on the ground who grunted out, “Nymph” it was like something snapped in Rose.

She stared at him, watching him, he should be apologizing for what he did, yet instead he insults her even now?

Rose’s face turned to a smile, chilling the creature and everyone standing around her, everyone but Rocket, as if reading her mind, Rocket held out his blaster.

“Wait! No no!” The guy yelled out before promptly having his face blown off. Rose’s grip was firm on the blaster, now noticing her dress would need to be cleaned at least twice.

“It was self defense” Rose said with a frown her voice dripping with authentically fake fear, before motioning to Rocket, who understood what she meant and jumped on her shoulder. Security stood stunned, but he couldn’t do much before Rose extended her wings and flew above everyone, promptly flying over a confused or speechless crowd.

Rocket chuckled as he lifted his blaster to ‘open’ the door for them, he would usually receive that look from Rose when he did stuff like that but not tonight.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Dude that was cold!” Rocket said with excitement, walking next to Rose back towards the Milano.

“I took it too far didn’t I?” Rose said now regretting what she did. She did just kill a man.

“Flark no! Who knows how many women that guy has messed with! I say ya just served justice” Rocket said proudly, wiping the guys blood off the blaster.

Rose stopped walking, causing Rocket to pause too, “Rose?” Rose couldn’t help but have her mind linger, her lips pressed together. Rocket waited, knowing she had her thinking face on.

“No one’s ever really trusted me like that before….” Rose started looking to Rocket.

Rocket avoided the eye contact “Ehh it was nothing.” He said plainly, the ground was much more interesting than her pleading eyes right now, before continuing “I knew ya could handle it” a small smile forming as Rocket kicked a rock.

“It may not mean a lot to you but no one’s ever really looked at me like I was well…capable before. Especially in a situation like that, I’m always expected to have someone else step in for me, it’s infuriating!” Rose’s left hand now softly tugging at her baby hairs as her voice become angrier with every word.

Rocket chuckled, and looked back up at Rose. “Yeah well. Screw all those people, if ya look at me and say ya got it.”

A small smile forming, “Ya got it.” motioning Rose to continue the walk to the Milano.

Rose smiled to herself as she following Rocket, watching him hum quietly as he flicked off small droplets of blood off the blaster. He was different from everything she’d ever known, and she was starting to like it.

The way he took care of Groot, always rushed in to put his life on the line for friends he would say he doesn’t care about, but Rose knew, he maybe cared more than everyone else. The way he hummed when fixing something that broke, even his humor, albeit when it has it maniacal moments.

Rose bit her lip gently before crossing her arms as she walked, “Soooo…. Rocket?”

A small hum for an answer.

“What if I told you I was starting to like you?” Rose said, asking it in a jokingly manner.

“I’d say you were an idiot for not liking me before hand” Rocket said matter of factly, not taking her question seriously.

Rose giggled as she felt her heart get warm, yeah she was starting to like-like him.

~approx fifteen months of knowing each other~

Rocket ran, running towards Groot, why did he have Groot, what was he going to do to him? He had to run faster, how was he so far away with Groot in his arms, begging for Rocket’s help. He wasn’t getting any closer to Groot, any closer to him, if he didn’t hurry it would be too late-

Rocket shot forward, awake and alert, wait, he wasn’t alone?

Rocket’s eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, he was in….bed sheets?

“Rocket?”

Rocket finally snapped out of it and realized it was a dream, feeling a soft hand caressing his face while another was wrapped around his shoulder.

Fuck.

Rocket took a deep breath, his eyes falling on Rose, her face full of concern and…fear? Rocket opened his mouth to tell Rose to move, tell her anything, but he was left with shock whenever he was lifted forward, his face nuzzled in Rose’s neck.

He should push her away, tell her to stop, but he couldn’t, it felt too good. His quick breath slowing, feeling Rose’s soft but firm embrace, he couldn’t help but just breathe in her scent. Feeling his body melt under her comfort.

Rose’s fingers rubbed the metal in Rocket’s back gently, he felt sore there, but her touch helped soothe the aching. Rocket pulled his face slightly away, his face too close to Rose’s he dropped his head so he wasn’t looking at her head on.

Noticing new scratches on Rose’s arms that were slowly trying to heal them selves.

“Flark, Rose-” Rocket pleaded trying to pull away, the guilt feeling immeasurable knowing he must’ve clawed her in his sleep while she tried to wake him from the night mare. They shared a room, tonight was Peter’s night with Groot, Rocket assumed he was making noises during sleep and woke Rose.

His thoughts ran wild as he tried to pull away, but Rose lifted a hand to cup Rocket’s base of his neck, and pressed him closer to her, refusing to stop comforting him.

Rocket just stopped talking, stopped thinking, everything was fine. He focused on Rose’s breathing, feeling her chest lift and fall against his, his face nuzzled in her neck.

Her hands rubbing up and down his back in comfort, she said nothing, but meant everything. Rocket couldn’t look her in the eyes, if he could he would pull away and demand she stop comforting him, but it felt so good to be held by her.

Why did she have to have the most amazing presence? It was like her being in a room just brought him comfort.

Rose started humming softly, her antennas above her head glowing a dim purple hue. Rocket felt the vibration of her chest with every hum, Rose’s soft nails now scratching his back gently, yet when close to the metal in his back, she’d rub it gently.

He basically went limp in Rose’s arms, why did he want to cry? He refused to, Rose heard small sniffles but said nothing, staring down at Rocket’s tail as she continued to hum.

Rocket didn’t remember when he fell asleep in Rose’s arms, he didn’t know that Rose stayed up and held him for hours, humming peacefully throughout his sleep. Rose felt a tear fall down her cheek during this time, she smiled to herself, she didn’t know what Rocket had gone through before this but she wanted to be there for him.

Rose had grown to love him over the past few months, unbeknownst to Rocket, Rose stood with Rocket in her hands, but placing a hand on Rocket’s head, humming as she repositioned herself.

Slowly and carefully, laying down on her back, having Rocket now lay on her chest. She smiled as she, used her hands to trace intricate details on his face. Watching the way his whiskers moved slightly at her movements.

Rose tried to stay up throughout the whole night to ensure he didn’t have another nightmare but failed at her personal task.

~~~~~~~~

Rocket’s eyes slowly opened, he felt groggy, but they shot open when he remembered what happened last night. That’s when he froze, laying on his side, looking down he saw arms wrapped around him, looking up he saw Rose’s sleeping face laying peacefully on a pillow.

Her breathing was slow and calm. She was out cold, Rocket’s mind was numb, he tried to shimmy closer to Rose. He needed to just feel her breathing it comforted him, but he moved too quick, cursing himself when he felt Rose stir. Looking up he saw her eyes flutter open, “oh…I’m sorry I’ll move” Rose whispered, still tired from last night.

Rocket didn’t even think about it when his paw held on to Rose’s retracting hands. He felt his heart sting at the idea of her leaving, he wanted her to stay, for this peace to last just a little longer.

Rose’s eyes opened fully looking down at Rocket, Rocket’s eyes pleaded for her to stay, even if he wouldn’t say it. Rocket’s heart fluttered when a hazy smile crept on Rose’s face as she pulled him closer, falling promptly back to sleep.

As Rocket watched her sleep, lifting his paw to move a strand of hair behind her head, he paused. It was like his heart was squeezing in his chest, he left his hand on her cheek, caressing it as she slept.

His face tensed as he remembered all the teasing Quill had made before, joking to Rocket that Rocket and Rose should get together. As much as it pained Rocket to think but….

maybe Quill is right about him liking Rose?

Rocket always liked Rose being near him, even if she wasn’t talking to him, he liked watching her grow as a person, the way she stood up for herself and those she loved was commendable. The way she didn’t seem to tolerate Rocket, but he proud to be with him when people asked who he was.

Quill had been joking for some time that Rocket had a thing for Rose, joking he should say or do something about it before it was too late.

Rocket did only let one person openly pet him. He only let one person give him back massages. He only let one person brush out his tail. He only let one person try to teach him how to dance and felt no shame as she tried. The one person who just comforted him for who knows how long last night, the person sleeping in his bed.

Yeah. As much as it hurt Rocket’s ego.

Quill is right.

Art by: glow-autumz

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