#almost ran me over... classic! [music]

[discotitsposts]

meant to be

Spencer trying and failing to flirt with you because you are oblivious to his attempts.

spencer reid x reader

i picture this as later seasons spencer maybe sometime around 12-14?

some mature themes mentions of sex at the end so 18+

writing this because i saw something about people who are bad at flirting and that’s literally me. (i hope ppl get the reference w the nickname)

Spencer had tried every day to get your attention romantically. It didn’t work. Nothing did. You were so oblivious to all of his flirting attempts. He figured maybe you had trouble understanding so he worked harder to make you think of him as more than a friend. He tried everything his genius brain could come up with.

He even made up a nickname for you, Bean, because you always had a coffee in your hand, and because he was taller than you.

Today you were getting coffee with him as usual. At your favorite coffee shop and library. You didn’t work at the BAU so you would eventually have to go to your own job so Spencer decided to try again.

Since you lived in the same building, neighbors in the same hall, he picked you up every morning. Drove you to get coffee and you each picked a book for each other and then he drove you to work.

He knocks on your door awaiting anxiously. You come out in your outfit, just a t shirt and jeans. you didn’t have a dress code at your job, you were an author and usually went into a nice office that the publishing company provided to write since you had a hard time focusing in your apartment. Too many distractions.

In Spencer’s car you make small talk as he tries to think of a way to flirt with you. Normally he’d call Morgan but his son was a toddler now so he was busy. He gets so lost in his head he doesn’t realize he just ran a stop sign on accident and almost hit someone.

He hears you yell “Spencer what the fuck!” and slams the brakes. The other car honks and his heart is pounding in his brain. He pulls to the side of the road and stops.

“Spencer. Breathe. It’s ok.” You worry tracing your face at the sight of his extremely fast breathing and you rub his back reassuringly.

“Holy shit.” He barely chokes out. His face is beet red and he looks like he’s about to have a panic attack.

“Switch.” You tell him. He looks at you and feels comforted immediately by your face. “Let’s go, switch.” You get out of the car and switch sides.

‘So much for flirting’ he thinks. Then it hits him. When he picks your book for the day, he’ll give you a romantic story. Something that says ‘I really like you but I’m an idiot so I don’t know how to tell you but i’m not actually an idiot because im technically a genius but my fucked up life has ruined romance for me but i’d love to try it with you if you are okay with that.’

When you take over driving you don’t talk. You just focus on the road. You had even turned the music off. He hopes you’re not upset with him. That thought quickly dissipates when you pull into the parking lot and your face is beaming. You both race to the entrance and he gets there first and opens the door for you. You stick your tongue out at him and he smirks.

You order your usual drinks and he gets himself a breakfast bagel and you get a croissant. He puts the food at a table and you both get up to grab each other a book. You had yours picked since last night, The Godfather. It’s only a little over 400 pages so he’ll probably finish it by lunch time but at least it will be fun for him since it will make him think of you. At least you hope it does.

You have a habit of making funny commentary during movie nights. When you watched ‘The Godfather’ trilogy with Spencer he had laughed so hard he cried.

Meanwhile Spencer is searching rows of books looking for the right one. He moves to poetry but nothing feels right. He feels slightly frustrated so he moves back to classics and picks ‘A Little Princess’ instead. A favorite of yours you had read in elementary school. Not romantic but shows he knows you well.

When he makes his way back to the register to check the book out, you’re already seated munching your croissant. He makes his way to you and hides the book behind his back. You discreetly pull yours out of your bag and hide it the same way.

“1,2,3!” You both count at the same time and then reveal your books. Spencer cracks up when he sees the book you had picked. He had read this before but he enjoyed it because it reminded him of you. You both eat and finish your coffees. You look at each other.

“More?” Spencer asks.

“Obviously.” You answer. You both stand up and order more coffee.

Back in Spencer’s car you open the book and start reading. He’s about to put the key in the ignition when sudden confidence hits him. He doesn’t know if it’s the caffeine but he doesn’t care. He should kiss you right now. He stares at you until you look up.

“You’re going to be late for work if you don’t start that engine up soon Mr. Chauffeur.” You tease him.

He leans closer and puckers his lips slightly. He’s so filled with lust he just can’t wait anymore.

You look at him strangely. Was he trying to kiss you right now? Probably not. Truth was you were always so filled with doubt whenever you liked someone. Especially Spencer. He was just too handsome and sweet and perfect.

He leans in even closer to you and tilts his head. You, however, had gone back to your book and weren’t even looking at him.

“Does this make you uncomfortable” Spencer leans in closer. He closes his eyes and you lean down to reach for something from your bag. He doesn’t feel your soft lips on his and thinks he may have missed your face. He opens his eyes.

“Everything does. I have anxiety Spencer. All the time anywhere day and night. ” You reply while eating a yogurt you had found in your tote.

Spencer pulls away and smacks his forehead. He starts the car and drops you at your work and drives to the BAU feeling defeated. What would it take for you to realize how bad he wants you.

That night he decides to drop by your apartment. You had gotten a ride home from work by a friend tonight. He opens his door and walks the short distance to yours.

When his hand knocks on your door he feels nervous. You open the door and greet him.

“Hi!” You cheer.

“Hey, I was gonna order a pizza. You want?” He lies. He actually wasn’t the biggest fan of pizza. He didn’t eat it too often but it was your favorite food so why not.

“That would be great. I’m starving.” You clutch your belly dramatically. Which makes Spencer laugh.

He picks up the phone, “What would you like on the pizza m’lady.”

You tap your chin and think. “Sausage.” You reply. Spencer thinks of a way to flirt. Kind of.

“How much sausage would you like?” He asks smirking.

“Uhh, 5? I don’t know dude. The normal amount that goes on a pizza?” You answer sarcastically, going to your dvd rack to pick a movie. Spencer sighs. He calls and places the order and helps you pick a movie.

“How about ‘How To Be A Serial Killer?’ That’s a good one. I love Matthew Gray Gubler in this one so much.” You fan girl a little.

“Who the fuck is Matthew Gray Gubler? Also, no, not with my line of work. I need a break from that.” Spencer asks with a hint of jealousy in his voice. You clasp your hand over your heart dramatically.

“Ok, fine. how about a Disney Classic? Sleeping Beauty is my favorite.” You ask. Spencer nods. You put the movie on and grab two root beers from your fridge. Spencer thanks you when you hand him one and you lay a big fluffy blanket over you both. Not far into the movie the pizza arrives and you cheers Spencer with your pizza slice.

After you both eat and are full the movie is still on. You’re starting to feel sleepier by the second. Spencer offers you to lay with him and you take him up on it. He’s basically a giant teddy bear. He’s so warm and comfortable.

“I’ve got a real life sleeping beauty right here.” He whispers to you. You smile with your eyes closed. Too sleepy to open. He gets out from under you, to your dismay. He cleans up the trash from eating. He even washes some dishes you had left sitting. When he comes back, you’re still half awake. He sees you sneak an eye open to look at him and your smile after.

“It seems there’s a fair maiden who has fallen asleep. However can we wake her? What if she sleeps for a hundred years?!” He exclaims. You start giggling softly. He leans closer to observe you.

“I don’t believe it! She’s laughing in her sleep! Must be quite a funny dream. Wonder what it is. Only one way to find out.” He gently leans down and kisses your lips softly. This action puts you in shock and you’re blushing. He starts to pull away because doubts fill his mind. You grab his hair and pull him back in.

You both pull back and he starts to ask you,

“Were you ok with that?”

You cut him off, “Yes.” Then you rip your shirt off. Spencer’s in shock. He follows your lead and starts undressing. He picks you up and carries you to your bedroom. The kiss you’re sharing is deepening by the second.

“Fuck why is it so hot in here.” You complain.

“I can think of a few reasons.” Spencer had been kissing you on your neck sucking the skin softly. He lays you back on the bed. He makes you comfortable. He goes down on you and then fucks you like you’ve never been fucked before.

The next morning you woke up naked next to him flashes of last night replaying. You couldn’t believe it. Spencer was so passionate! You didn’t even imagine he liked you like that.

He groans next to you and turns over. You get up and put on some coffee. When you come back into the bedroom he’s awake and looking for you.

“Hey, coffee’s ready.” You lean over and kiss him. He groans too tired to give an answer. He pulls you into the bed and holds you longer.

With him, this felt so easy and realistic.

Then you realize something.

This was meant to be.

the end ♡

to anyone who read this far: hope u enjoyed reading!! please let me know if u enjoyed! xoxo

[wyniepooh]

Snow

snow rarely falls in district twelve. but when it does, it always takes something, or someone away with him.

peacekeeper!coriolanus snow x district!reader. reader meets snow at the hob in district twelve. Written with blonde buzzcut white tee blue uniform and dog tag in mind ofc. In which reader peaks an unhinged corio’s interest post lucy gray… whether it’s a pure or toxic interest is up to u babe (but it’s meant to be a lil toxic okay).

“You can’t be here if you’re not gonna dance. Or drink.”

A flash of blonde swished towards you, so bright it seemed to reflect even under the dim light.

“excuse me?”

You chuckled as you stepped into the corner he was hiding in, hopping onto the stool and grabbing two pints of the watered-down beer before sticking an arm out. his arms remained crossed, eyes focused on into the bubbling liquid.

“Oh, come on, mr. peacekeeper. You’re off duty. I won’t tell,” you teased, winking with a chuckle.

his lips thinned in an attempt to smile, and he finally grabbed the glass from your hand. you took a sip, using the opportunity to scour the quiet man in front of you. peacekeeper, obviously. if the classic blue uniform and dog tag didn't give it away, the buzzcut identical to an array of people in the room certainly did.

Although, his hair was a brilliant shade of blonde, white, almost, forcing a separation from him and the rest of his comrades.

you set your cup down, wiping your mouth with the frilly sleeve of your dress. "so, why aren't you dancing?"

he opened his mouth, then closed it. you raised your eyebrows, chuckling lightly at his wooden expression. "well?"

He sighed. “I’m leaving this district tomorrow. I've been reassigned to district two," he finally spoke. "I'm here because they," he swiped a hand over at the men behind him, "wanted to celebrate. I don’t… care for it."

you blew out an annoyed breath, rolling your eyes lightly at his response. his eyes squinted, silently assessing the way you gulped down the last of your drink and the way in which you brushed your tongue over your lips.

"you're looking at this all wrong..." you paused.

"coriolanus."

you grinned, "...coriolanus."

you hopped off the wooden stool, patting down your fluffy skirt. "you think they have bars like this in district two? you think they have beer, music, and dancing like this over in that fancy district?"

"well, I assume-"

"Well, stop assuming,” you ran your hands through your hair, staring into his blue eyes as you strode in his direction. “And simply live. You never know what might happen. tonight's your last chance to celebrate in the best district there is, corio. your last chance to dance, drink..."

going on your toes be at level with his face, you stepped even closer, close enough to smell his freshly washed shirt and feel his slow breaths on your eyelashes.

"...kiss," you whispered. the corners of his lips perked up ever so slightly, his blue eyes glossy from the flickering candles. you backed away with your eyes still locked together, only looking away when you slotted your way into the expanding dance circle in the middle of the room.

you laughed and yelled as you twirled and tapped your feet, linking arms with the seamstress you always see at the supermarket, holding the hands of the baker that always snuck you an extra muffin. when the lively music finally came to an end, you instinctively looked in his direction-- but he was no longer there, cup still half full on the worn-down table.

Wiping your forehead with a cloth, you panted as you opened the door leading to the outside. you relished in the cool breeze, feeling an immediate relief from the humid dancing quarters. you looked to your right, and there you spotted the same shimmering blonde hair, the same shiny blue eyes making their mark on you.

your feet were moving before you even realized. when you neared him, he looked down at you with an unexplainable gaze in his eyes, hands clenched by his side.

you opened your mouth to speak, but your words never got a chance to escape. In one moment, you were close enough to touch the brick wall in front of you with your hand, and in the next, your back was up against the prickly surface.

He inhaled sharply before he pressed his lips against yours, his fingers skimming your chin as yours grazed the back of his head. you couldn’t help but smile at the bitter taste of beer still on his tongue, pushing his head harshly against your mouth while you relaxed against the wall.

his lips lingered on yours for a long moment before he pulled away.

"snow," he breathed against the flesh of your lips.

you scoffed, still dazed and breathless. "what?-"

"coriolanus snow."

you slowly reached for the silver tag dangling around his neck, turning it around to observe the cold metal. "if you ever come to the capit-"

"I am never going to the-"

his hand came up to clutch your hand, which was still latching onto his chain tightly. "if you ever come to the capitol..."

pressing his forehead against yours, his other hand danced along your waist while he pulled your chin closer to him again.

"come find me.”

-

a/n: hey guys... did I just write a pic about president snow? yeah I did. I would like to formally apologize to katniss, finnick, peeta, johanna, etc and suzanne collins I’m sorry but I’m just a girl

Btw everyone I’ve only ever seen the movies n have never read any of the books (shame on me ik but I’m planning on it) so pls excuse any inaccuracies in setting, timeline, etc, etc.

[makncheese12]

Top Shelf

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary: being the kid of a well-known book store owner was easy, so was running into famous people. But being book smart doesn’t make everyone people smart.

Warnings: my writing, language(bad words😯), my attempt at being funny, mention of gun shots and head shots, mentions of my favorite book(literally love Ruta Sepetys sm omg.

A/N: part 2? I am going to make you all suffer through the most oblivious slow burn. R if going to be so dumb/oblivious it’ll hurt you all🫶🏻

Word count - 3.6k

Credits: @novmoth (my friend from school who feeds into my delusions and gives me more ideas for this story🫶🏻)

(bare with me English is not my first language🥲 I’m getting help from my friend to edit it)

You were born to it.

The books. The films. The music and video games.

It was your life, literally. With your parents being owners of the infamous establishment called ‘top shelf’, you had no choice but to.

And you wouldn’t ever change.

Books upon books, movie after movie, games old and new and music that could last you weeks. Who would want to change such a life?

Your father was the first to start it.

He was poor man in Washington but had just enough money to buy it from the man who owned the small movie shop before he retired. He slowly started added book shelves and video games to the mix. Getting few customers but enough to survive day to day during the time of his early years

Your mother was a wealthy run away. Wanting something different and new in her life when she met your father. The man was playing on his game boy behind the counter before he saw her.

The poor boy and his run away wife, a classic really.

The rest after that is history.

As soon as they found out your mother was pregnant with you, they used the rest of her money they saved and went to New York where they bought the huge abandoned apartment complex.

They broke all the insides down and built what you now know as your second home. Hundreds of video games, films and music in one section and thousands of books in another.

Thus, Top Shelf was born only two weeks after you.

You met many friends there in the comfort section where students and business people worked as you all goofed off.

Your had also met your small friend group during your younger years, the four of you all never letting your father have the peace he wanted and dragging him all over New York.

With the thousands of books and hundreds of video games and films your parents sold, you had money. Lots of it.

But your mother made sure you never let that get the best of you, never. It went against everything she went for when she ran away.

She would make sure you would work for and earn everything you got, always.

She never let you have too much online activity, in case her family found you and made sure you were both street smart and book smart.

Your neighbors made sure you were street smart more than anything but you still gave her credit for trying.

Though, the book store was beautiful in every season. Winter was a favorite and when it was busiest. It was too your favorite.

Your father lighting the public fire place, your mother setting soft seasonal music, hell even the cheesy Christmas cartoons on the TV’s set the mood for the perfect bookstore vibe.

The lights dim just enough to where it almost felt like dark academy yet the plants that grew down the upstairs railing made the entire place feel more alive.

————

“Bullshit!” You yell out as you throw your head back onto the head rest of your chair, groaning loudly as the photo sound of your death snapped in your ears.

“Man, he’s fucking using cheats!” Dru calls out through the mic before his name pops up above to yours in dark red on the screen as you respawn.

“Of course he is, he’s a pussy.” Mj says, as her name, too, pops up on the screen.

“Oh come on, guys!” Lyle says through his staticky mic. “You all just suck.” He laughs

“Now I know your cheating, dude. Your mic is acting up again, just like last time!” Dru says, the sound of his voice booming louder than needed and you roll my eyes.

“DD, just because you like to replay games without using cheats doesn’t mean the rest of us do.” Lyle says in a matter-of-fact tone.

“It’s multiplayer, stupid! It’s meant to be fair for everyone!” Dru says making you snort. “Says the guy who chases around little kids and steals their horses making them cry.” Mj says making Dru blow into his mic making loud, unnecessary noises.

“Quit that!” You say taking one head phone off your ear. “Tsk tsk tsk,” Lyle starts. “Such a sore loser.”

“I’ll show you sore loser, get on Elden ring and we’ll test your irritation.” Dru says, mic now muffled by his own spit.

“Your tank build is not enough to stop me, comet azur will always save the day.” He says in a sing-song voice.

“And you call me a try hard, yet you’re the one always using a broken spell.” Dru complains. “Theres nothing I have to try hard at when I can just hold a simple button.” The sound of Dru’s groans become louder as his spit clears out from his Mic. “Same thing!”

You laugh once again before picking up your phone and looking at the time.

“Shit!” Your eyes go wide at the sight, 8:48 AM.

You quickly throw the head set off and push yourself out of the chair, opening your closet grabbing a quick pair of jeans and a hoodie before rushing to put it all on.

Your cat skids across the floor, startled by your sudden movements before a crashing in the your pile of books and out the door.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you mumble as you jump up and down to put on your shoes, failing at not falling and race toward the door. “Sorry!” You call to your cat who yells at you next to his food bowl.

You grab your keys and rush out the door before slamming it shut and locking it.

“Ay, y/n!” Your neighbor, Rosa, shouts from beside her door. “Quiet will you! I just put Nona to sleep!” She yells raising her news paper tapping your head with it.

“Sorry! sorry, Señora Rosa.” You whisper yell as you try to push her weaponized hand away. “I’m just a little late.”

“And I just got a moment of peace! Quiet!” She says giving you one last wack making you try and shrink away from her as you rush toward the stairs.

“You got your pepper spray, right?” She calls and you raise your key chain to show her the attached small can. “¡Buena niña!”

You rush down the stairs and push passed the glass door, almost slipping on the ice before running down the street.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket making you quickly take it out.

“Hello?” You ask without knowing who it was.

“Arthur Morgan would be very disappointed at your sudden disappearance from an important mission.” Lyle says before sighing.

“It’s multiplayer, there are no main missions.” You say, trying to avoid the ice on the ground before stopping at the red hand across the street. “Plus, we were in the middle of four way 1v1. He’d be more upset that we were going against each other.”

“Loyalty is everything in such a game,” he says, sarcasm in his voice and you imagine him shaking his head. “Of course he would be upset at my bullet in DD’s head.”

“Why’d you call me exactly?” You ask watching the hand turn into a green man walking before taking off again.

“Well, you just yelled ‘shit!’ Before disappearing on us, had to make sure someone didn’t break in and kill you.” He replies casually as if he knew that weren’t the case. “But after hearing you continue on your ‘shit’ rant and the door slam I figured it was okay, just had to call and make sure, y’know?”

“Ever heard of a text, loser?” You ask, barley missing a man walking and looking down at his phone. “Gross,” he says before making a gagging noise. “why waste such time typing when I can simply just hit one button?”

“You’re so lazy.” You laugh out loud as you run across another street. “Work smarter not harder, Y/N. You should know this with that big brain of yours.”

“What if I want to work both smarter and harder?” You ask, running up to the glass window to see the books lined up. “Well, then your just weird.” You roll your eyes.

“Just kidding. I guess you can do both, I just personally prefer the alternative.” He says as the sound of guns shooting fills the phone. “Yeah, also sorry about leaving.” You say pushing into the store being greeting with the familiar smell of books and the warm smile of my mother.

“I forgot I had to get ready for work.”

“You’re at top shelf?” He ask and you reply with a ‘mhm’. “I might stop by later to say hello actually, I need a new game anyway.” He laughs as the sound of Dru yelling in the back ground becomes more prominent.

“Sounds good, see you loser” You say as you take your sweat shirt off, leaving you in your tank top you hand before leaving. “Later,” you hear him say before hanging up.

“Good morning,” you hear your mother say as you pull the staff sweat shirt over your head and pull up your sleeves. “Mornin’,” you reply before kissing her cheek.

“Wheres dad?” You ask looking around before your eyes setting on the woman stack a pile of books into one pile.

“He’s going to be out of town for a few days,” she says carrying the pile to the check back station. “A vacation, I insisted as I continue your training.” She says making you smile.

“We both know he needs it, he’s getting older.” She says and your smile fades as you nod. “So are you.” You mumble and she, too, nods.

“You know him getting old is different from me getting old.” She states, sighing quietly.

“What’s todays task?” You ask, quickly changing the subject at the sight of her sad frown. She looks at you for a moment before smiling once again.

She moves to storage closet and unlocks it, allowing you to see the boxes upon boxes along with stacks of different other things.

“To be a good store owner, you have to know your customers.” She says returning with a large box that you quickly take from her.

“Just put it on that table — and to know your customers, you must socialize and help them throughout the store.” She finishes as you take the box to the table noticing the label romance written across it.

“That also means having to work while helping the customers, so you’ll be on stock duty as well.” She says with a smile.

Yes.

You mentally say to yourself. Stock duty required work of you finding the places of different books, movies and games which also meant finding new things you didn’t know about before.

“One more thing,” you mother says as she walks behind the counter to finish opening up the store. “No head phones.” Your eyes go wide.

“But ma!” You call out to the lady who switches the sign from closed to open. “What else am I supposed to do when I stock!” You call, holding onto the white cords and swinging them around.

“Help the customers and socialize.” She laughs out making you frown. “I should call CPS.” You mumble carrying the box to the sorted area before hearing the woman’s laugh.

“Sure, call ahead but don’t be disappointed when they decline a twenty year old.”

You roll your eyes before continuing down the aisle.

“And after you sort those, get the others out of the storage closet!” You huff quietly as you glance back with a small playful glare on your face.

“If I wanted to work out, I would have gone to the gym.” You say and she rolls her eyes. “You’ll be just as sore in the morning, trust me.”

————

Hours hand passed, since you last seen the romance box having moved on to the horror section of the films.

You search through their placement areas, looking at all the old cinematic master pieces, the many Dracula films placed neatly next to each other, in order of both year and name.

Horror was one of the favorites when coming here, your father being a collected through his years he had many people couldn’t get their hands on.

Sure you could watch it online now but where’s the fun in that when you have a real copy with the static noises and written voices on screen. Some people still had some class left in them.

You hear a book hit the floor making the library echo as heads turned toward the cause of the sudden interruption of their silence.

“Shit—” You hear someone say quietly, making you roll your eyes as you place the rest of the CD’s in their rightful places before making your way toward the aisle the noise came from.

You subtly make your way toward the aisle while acting like your checking the books before taking a peek around the corner.

You see a rather short girl — shorter than the third shelf — craning her neck to look up at all the books in front of her.

Just to your luck, your mother placed a box for that genre next to the end of the shelf and you picked it up.

You make your way down the aisle and set the box toward the middle before looking up the girl who was already staring, and boy was she something.

Freckles littered across her tan skin, strands of her short hair fell from her half up half down style, her eyes — damn her eyes — they were the prettiest brown you’ve ever seen.

You smile lightly before picking up the first book and reading both the authors name and the title while trying to slow down your racing heart.

Who was this girl? Matter of fact, what was she? She wasn’t a regular, that’s for sure but you always get random people coming in so it didn’t exactly matter.

After putting away a few books, you glance up to see the girl a few feet away and on her tippy toes, reaching for a book on the fifth or sixth shelf.

You snorted quietly catching the girls attention making you quickly look away to keep yourself from laughing.

“You think this is funny?” She asks and you begin shaking in quiet laughter.

After a few moments, you compose yourself and stand shaking your head.

“No, not at all. Would you like some help?” You ask taking step toward her. She narrows her eyes. “Are you making fun of me right now?” She asks, both amusement and annoyance in her voice.

“Why would I do that? It’s poor customer service.” You say with a smile before watching her own smile grow.

“It’s poor customer service to laugh at a customer.” She mumbles before stepping back. “Please.” You walk up and grab the book.

“Look how easy that was.” She says, taking the book you held out for her. “Being six-foot-two does have its perks.” She says looking over the back of the book.

You roll your eyes but your smile only grows. Looking down at the book you nod and raise your eye brows, “that’s a good one, read it a few years back.” You say, making your way back to box of books.

“I’d hope so, for all the work I had to do to try and get it.” She mumbles making you smile and shake your head. “Anything else good?” She asks, looking down to you.

“You’re asking me if there’s anything else good in here when there’s just by the look of it thousands of books here?” You ask, smirking at her when she rubs the back of her neck.

“Yes, there is, I’ve read more than I can count. My recommendation board is up by the front desk if you want to check it out.” You say before placing crave by Tracy Wolff into the slot.

“You must have come here a lot before working then? If you’ve read so many books from here.” She asks, following hot on your trail with the book tucked between her arm. “Oh, for sure,” you say nodding. “The owners and I are real close, we were together a whole nine months before I was born.”

Her eyes widen slightly at the information. “You’re parents own this place?” She asks, gesturing to the entire book store and you nod, smiling.

It felt like you were a teenage boy, flaunting his muscles to a girl he finds attractive.

“Wow,” she says looking around once again. Book still tucked tightly into her arm as she did so. “Just wow. Your parents have taste.”

“More like their people pleasers.” You say shaking your head. The real other reason why horror is so popular in the movie section is because of their request.

Every week they check their request list and buy everything people ask for. New books, new movies, new music and games, there’s always something new. You’re surprised there’s still room, then again the place would be as big you supposed.

“They like having their customers choice their number one priority. It’s good business.” You say looking up to the girl who had a look of wonder in her eyes as she stared down at you but there was also something else. Something you couldn’t quite place.

She stares at you for another moment before speaking again, “do you.. know who I am?” She asks and your furrow your eye brows in question.

“Should I?” You ask tilting your head. She stares for another moment again, eyes scanning your face and it’s features as if searching for something.

Her smile then grows, as she shakes her head. “You shouldn’t, or rather shouldn’t have to. It’s just a surprise.” She says, tucking her hair behind her ear.

You knit your eye brows together in confusion.

She walks out of the aisle and you catch the light smile on her face as she does.

What the hell? You wonder to yourself as you place the last few books away.

You were pretty sure that was the last section, unless your mother put out some more stuff you didn’t notice. You’d just check out the to-do list.

Your mother and father always had one for both you and their own sake. Adding things so no one would forget.

As you made your way to check out, you see the girl walking in the general distraction as well.

“All set?” You ask, placing the box inside the others, moving past the small door attached to the low counter.

“Yep,” she says once again staring at you.

You take the book you got for her earlier along with another you recognize almost immediately. “Between shades of gray?” You ask, looking at her as if she were serious.

“Your description seemed trust worthy enough to make me interested.” You glance over to see your board clearly flipped through before nodding.

You scan both books. “Careful, it’s sad, dark and traumatic. It’s one of my favorites though.” You say looking up at her, she pauses for a moment, staring at you once again and just smiles and shakes her head.

“I think I can deal with a few of those.”

“Bartering or buying?” You ask. “Bartering,” she replies and you nod. “Good, I need to get a review on what you think.” You say with a smirk and you see a glint of something in her eyes.

“Name?” You ask and she looks at you a little confused. “We have to know whose using our books, how else do you think we send emails threatening to charge or get them back?” You snort.

“Oh, your totally right.” she says quietly before taking out her credit card.

“Jenna Ortega..” she says and you nod, typing in the name before reaching for the credit. Her grip on the card tightens at your lack of response.

You pull the card gently but her grip is to hard for you to take.

“Can I… get the card?” You ask, looking around slightly uncomfortably with the stone like stare she was giving you.

“Are you sure you don’t know who I am?” She asks letting go allowing you to swipe the card.

“Again, should I?”

You both stare at each other, both confused and entrapped by the other.

You find is strange how she thinks you know who she is or why you don’t know her.

Maybe she was some big deal somewhere off and you still have yet to hear about her.

Her name did ring a bell but you weren’t sure. Was she a person you knew from your child hood? An old friend trying to reconnect? Maybe some relative on your moms sent by the older ones to investigate if it was really you.

“Miss Ortega?” You’re both broken out of your thoughts as two large men stand behind her. “Time to go.” he says gesturing to a few people who were standing and staring in your general direction.

One grabs the bag off the counter before quickly walking towards the door.

“Looks like I gotta go,” she says, smile now suddenly shy with others watching. “Don’t worry, I’ll return your book Y/N.” She says before walking toward the door, one of the men right behind her.

“Yeah, you bet-“ you pause after the the realization hits you. “Wait, how’d you-?” You begin to ask before watching her gesture to her chest.

You knit your eyebrows together, you look down to see the name tag right under the library symbol.

She was strange.. cute.. but strange

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A/N : Some parts once again rushed🧍🏽‍♀️This is just an introduction I suppose, the details will get better I tried my hardest🥲

[samwinchesterswifu]

Unwritten (Sam Winchester x Reader) Blurb Fluff

Early seasons era

Song Inspo: "Unwritten" by Natasha Bedingfield

Warnings: holy mother of CUTENESS!!

MINORS DNI

A/N: oh my god. oh my god. This one is so damn cheesy but I loved writing it !!!! also, i love love love early seasons sammy!!

Word Count: 472

Summary: A night out, a drunken dance floor and nothing but the emotions around them.

A night out after a successful hunt was exactly what all three of them needed. Grabbing a table at a random ran down bar, the each start to take in shot after shot. Dean was down 6 or 7 at this point. She had lost count after the 4th one and Sam seemed reasonably sober. Sam looked dazzling in the bar light. Grinning at any joke he made.

She had the biggest crush on Sam since they were younger. Of course, life as a hunter got in the way of things but her feelings for Sam never left. She never really got to experience the college side of Sam but he shined through from time to time. After a few more shots, the music of the bar was really starting to flow through her. They had a tiny dance floor with a few other patrons dancing along to whatever song was on.

But then, she heard the classic opening of “Unwritten” and squealed. Not really one for pop, this is one of the only songs that really got her going. Standing up, she held her hand out to Sam.

“Come on Sammy! Come dance with me!” She says in a semi-high pitched voice.

Sammy laughs, “Y/N you’re drunk.”

“So?” She drags at, taking a look over at Dean who was making his moves on one of the girls at the bar.

“Deans not gunna care!” She yells over the music.

Sam groans, getting up and taking her hand. She drags him to the dance floor. Practically shoving others out of the way and Sam apologizing for her behavior. She begins to sway her hips to the beat, singing along. Sam just standing there awkwardly. She puts out both hands, encouraging him to grab them, which he does and she sways the two of them. Her cheeks were growing hot with blush as she felt the liquor flow through her. Giving her liquid encouragement.

But slowly and surely, Sam was starting to let loose to the song. He was taking the lead, grabbing her hips and pulling her flushed against him. Both of them laughing at the silliness of their dancing. Sam throws her out for a spin, and brings her back in.

The part of the song with the choir comes on after colliding back into Sam. The two of them stand there for a few moments, staring into each other’s eyes. The world around them seemingly disappeared. She grins brightly at him.

Then, Sam dips down and connects their lips in a kiss that sends lighting like shocks through her body. Almost like resetting her entire anatomy. They held the kiss as the song heads towards the end. Leaning away at the final notes, and each having the biggest grin plastered on their face.

Yeah, maybe this is where the book begins.

[simplyholl]

Out of My System Pt 5

Summary: Loki doesn’t understand Thor’s attraction to Midgardians. Until he meets you.

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI.

W/C: 1.9K

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The midnight pool party was all you could talk about. You decided to wear the tiny, red bikini you had only wore around the compound. And only in front of people you were extremely comfortable with. Nat bought a black one just like it, so you could match for the party. It helped you to feel less self conscious too.

Everyone who was anyone would be in attendance tonight, including Tony’s nephew Ben. You went on one date with him a few weeks ago, but it wasn’t anything serious. You still texted with him sometimes. It was mostly flirting, nothing too deep. He was attractive, but you couldn’t see yourself with him long term. Maybe that’s just what you needed right now, some fun.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, admiring how the small garment made you look. You fluff your hair one last time before walking down the hallway to meet up with Nat.

Loki’s mind hadn’t stopped racing since the kiss that almost was. He had made up a million different plans to seduce you. Each of them worse than the last. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with him. Under usual circumstances, he could get a woman out of her panties without so much as talking to her.

He just turned on the charm and they fell at his feet. But he had never seduced a mortal before, had never wanted to. He couldn’t figure out the hold you had on him. He knew Fiona was right. He was merely curious. Once he had you in his bed, the spell you had on him would be broken.

The music blared out of the speakers. Most of the guys were jumping into the pool. Steve was grilling by the side of the compound. You and Natasha were dirty dancing on everyone who came over to you. You were laughing and smiling so much, your cheeks hurt.

Loki watched as you danced with Ben Stark. You were wearing that red bathing suit that was often the subject of his fantasies. Loki wasn’t jealous. He just wished it was him you were dancing with instead.

The song changed and you ran over to Natasha, both of you screaming about the song choice. Nat sat in one of the lounge chairs. You crawled on top of her grinding against her in time with the music. The Ying Yang Twins was the artist playing. Loki recalled Lang introducing it to him months prior, so he would be familiar with Midgardian music. A classic, he had called it.

Loki couldn’t take his eyes off you. You made eye contact with him. He looked away too quickly, failing to hide that he was staring. He saw you say something to Natasha. You crawled out of her lap, and walked towards him.

“Hey Loki, can we talk for a minute?” He nodded, scooting over on his blanket to make room for you to sit beside him. “You’ve been weird with me since field day. I just wanted to know why.”

“I haven’t meant to behave strangely with you. I apologize.” He’s looking at the other party goers instead of you. “I thought you were going to kiss me.” That gets his attention. He whips his head toward you.

“I wanted you to. I replayed it over and over again in my head. I thought I misread the situation. It’s so hard to read you. I never know what’s on your mind. Tell me what you want, Loki.”

A sigh escapes him. He pushes a stray hair behind your ear. “I want you.” It seems like a weight has been lifted off him with that confession. You’re feeling more confident now. “Then have me. What’s stopping you?”

He leans in cupping your jaw, tilting your face toward his. His lips meet yours with more softness than you expected. You could tell he’s holding back. You deepen the kiss, climbing into his lap. Your hands travel the length of his back.

You pull him as close as you can. You’re the first to break the kiss. You sink your teeth into his neck. With a primal growl, he flips you over onto your back. He traps you with his bulky body. He nips your earlobe, his large hands covering your breasts.

You squirm underneath him trying to rub yourself against him, desperate for friction. He laughs wickedly, looking down at your trapped legs held captive by his own. You feel his hard length pressed against you. You slip your hands in his swimming trunks taking him between your eager hands.

You pump him once, twice. He says your name through gritted teeth wrapping his fingers around your wrist to stop you. “Slow down, love. We have all night.”

You find yourself in Loki’s apartment pinned to his door. Your wandering hands take in every inch of hardened muscle as he feverishly kisses you. “We shouldn’t do this.” Loki murmurs against your neck. You let out a shaky breath. He’s right, you shouldn’t but you don’t care. You’ll deal with the consequences later. Tonight all you want is him.

“My forbidden fantasy.” He whispers as he cups your breasts. His fingers slide under your bikini top finding your pebbled nipples. You arch into him. “Tell me to stop.” His voice is barely audible. It sounds almost like he’s begging you.

“I can’t, Loki. I want this so badly. I want you. Don’t you want this?” He continues tugging your nipples. “I want this more than my next breath. I’ll have you just this night.” He lifts you, carrying you to his bed. He places you gently on the satin sheets.

“Since this is all I get of you, if this is the only time we are together this way, I’m going to savor it. Every inch of you. Everything you have to offer.” He pulls on the flimsy fabric of your top. The material snaps in his powerful hand.

He lowers his head to your chest taking a hardened peak into his mouth. He settles between your legs, removing the rest of your bikini. He presses a soft kiss to your thigh. You are almost shaking with anticipation.

He dives right in, flattening his tongue against you. He fastens his lips around your clit gently sucking. Your hands tangle in his dark curls. You hold his head as if it’s the only thing keeping you here on Earth. You’re sure if you let go, you would float away.

He moves his hot muscle in quick flicks over your clit. One of his hands finds your chest, rolling a nipple between skilled fingers. The other is on your hip, his fingers digging into your skin. He swirls his tongue in a pattern that blurs your vision. You writhe against his face as you explode.

He looks up at you, his lips turned upward in a cocky grin. He’s never been more attractive than right now. Propped between your legs, his mouth covered in your arousal. “I need more.” He states with all the seriousness he can muster. He spreads your trembling thighs once more.

His tongue parts your swollen folds, gliding through you with ease. Loki is ravenous. He eats you like you’re the first meal he’s had in weeks. His face is pressed to you so closely, you’re not sure how he’s even breathing. You know he is from the moans coming from between your legs. He’s not satisfied until you come a second time.

He lays his head on your thighs letting you catch your breath. You play with the messy curls splayed against you. “I’m glad you don’t want to make this a regular thing. If we did this often, I would fall in love with you.” You’re joking, but there is a lot of truth to it. You laugh, but his expression changes as if he is really contemplating your words.

He places a tender kiss on the inside of your wrist. “I’m not capable of love, darling. But if I was…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, instead he lines himself up at your entrance, pushing into you slowly. You release the breath you didn’t know you were holding. He rocks into you with slow, deep thrusts. You buck against him, needing more.

“My needy girl, perhaps you would like this better.” You gasp as he suddenly flips you. His back is now the one against the mattress. You grind down on his lap. You decide to try something different, swaying forward and back. Loki watched intently.

“Sorry. This probably isn’t doing anything for you, is it?” You pause your movements waiting for his answer. “This is everything. I want you to take your pleasure from me.” He grips your hips, rocking you back and forth on his hard cock. The angle hits your g-spot, causing you to cry out his name. You grip his shoulders for support. He continues controlling your movements until you shatter once more.

Loki finds his place on top of you claiming you again. He handles you like you’re the most delicate, precious thing in the world to him. Like he’s afraid you will break with one wrong move. He slips his hand between you, his finger tracing your clit. He sinks into you deeper burying his face against your neck.

You claw at his back, moaning his name with each tilt of his hips. “Can you come for me once more, love?” You sigh. You’re so exhausted. You think another orgasm might kill you. “I don’t think I can, Loki.” His fingers move faster, in time with his thrusts. “Just one more. Will you try for me?” You confirm that you will. His next movement deliciously brushes your walls, hitting your sweet spot again.

You gasp his name with such longing, it makes his heart soar. You come apart at the same time losing yourselves in each other. He presses gentle kisses to your neck, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. “That’s it, such a good girl for me.” Once you’ve both come down from your high, he takes his place beside you. You’re smiling so widely you’re sure you resemble a creepy clown.

He smiles back taking in your appearance. Your disheveled hair, the flush of your cheeks. He was sure you’d never been more beautiful. It was like Valhalla having you for the first time. It had never been like this. Then he realized what he feared most was true. Fiona was wrong. He would never get over this. He would never be able to get you out of his system.

You notice his smile falters. You interpret it as him wanting you to leave now that you were done. Even though it couldn’t be further from the truth. “So is this the part where you kick me out and tell me it was all a huge mistake? That you regret it and we can never talk about it again?”

Loki takes your hand in his, entwining your fingers. “I’ve made plenty mistakes in my life, but this is not one. I swear it. I could never regret this, regret you.” He looks at you with such vulnerability. You’d never seen him like this before.

You know he doesn’t actually mean it. He is the god of lies after all. It’s probably something he says to everyone he sleeps with, but it’s too late. His sweet words take root in the depths of your heart, even though they shouldn’t.

He wraps his arms around you, snuggling in to you. You close your eyes, enjoying being this close to him. If this is all you’ll ever have with him, you want it to last.

Loki knows he should let you go. He should leave you and go sleep on his couch, or throw you out like you had suggested. But that only makes him hold you tighter.

Part Six

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Prowl over

Prowl x human

Word count:2.5k

Warnings: classic paying for fines with sex, (man in uniform) sex, smut, fingering, oral, G/T, sex on car/ sex with car(XD) valveplug.

Take on the classic paying a fien with fucking a police officer, haven't seen anything like this for Prowl so thought why not.

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If anyone makes art of this please tag me cause I'd love to see it.

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The sound of an engine roars through the long desert road, the stars above flicker and sparkle under in the cloudless sky. The car races down the old highway, over the speed limit more than the driver cared to check. They hum along to music, as their arm hangs out the window tapping against the side of the door. The driver's carefree demeanour abruptly shatters when the flashing red and blue lights catch their attention, in the rear vision mirror. A muttered curse escapes their lips, a frustrated exclamation at the unfortunate timing of encountering law enforcement in such remote areas. "Oh fuck me, why is it only on roads like this pigs fly, never out here any other time" they mumble. 

The presence of the police car ruins their mood in an instant.

They finally find a decent enough area to pull over and slam their head back into their seat and groan out loud at their stupidity, taking a deep breath as they try to read themself for dealing with law enforcement this late at night. It's only when they catch the number plate that they realise it isn't a real cop, the smaller little insignia on the bonnet also reflects the red and blue lights. A mix of relief and curiosity washes over them as they watch Prowl's holoform emerge from the police car and approach them. They can't help but wonder what he was doing out here this late, normally he would be back at the Ark at this time of night.  

Prowl maintains a professional demeanour as he approaches the driver door. "Good evening, licence and registration please" he greets them in a firm yet polite tone, his eyes focused on a note pad but in truth it was his way of masking as he ran scans on their number plate. Prowl's attention moves to the driver. Their eyes flicker to him as they shoot him a nerve smile. "On the Prowl I see" they state with a slight laugh. 

 Prowl's optics narrow slightly as the driver's words reach his audials, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. He lets out a groan of annoyance as a stern and annoyed expression crosses his face, His voice takes on a colder tone as he addresses them, his words laced with a hint of passive-aggression.

"What are you doing out here?" Prowl says, his voice dripping with a mix of familiarity and disdain. "Speeding like that on these roads, you're lucky I happened to be on patrol today. " Prowl's optics scan the surroundings once more, ensuring that no other potential law enforcement were around. He then focuses his attention back on the driver, his gaze unwavering. “Sorry I was just trying to get home Prowl” they try to defend. 

"You know the rules. Speeding is a dangerous and reckless act that puts not only yourself but others at risk." He reaches into his pocket and retrieves a ticket book, flipping it open with a practised motion. "I'm afraid you'll be receiving a fine." Prowl's tone remains stern as he proceeds to document their information. "Oh come on Prowl! Don't be a hard ass!. No one ever comes out on these roads other than Autobots or you know Human allies and no one this late, I'm sorry I am but I'm just trying to get home!" They hiss out in annoyance. Prowl's brow narrowed further, his patience wearing thin. He takes a step closer, leaning against the window. "Let me remind you that it is my duty to enforce the law and maintain order on these roads, regardless of who you think should or shouldn't be here."

Prowl's holoforms eyes bore into the,, his voice growing colder. "Speeding is a violation, plain and simple. It endangers everyone.". They lean out their window meeting him almost face to face. "Prowl please I can't get this fine I need my licence, i can't afford a fine" they state desperately. "You should have thought about the consequences before you decided to break the law," Prowl responds, his tone less harsh than before. 

"Prowl I flat broke, I don't get paid to come out to autobot headquarters, I'm there as a volunteer, please I can't afford a ticket, anything else please" They beg. Prowl's optics narrow, as they continue to plead for leniency. "Step out of the vehicle,” Prowl commands, his voice commanding obedience. They are led to the boot of the car where they are handcuffed and Prowl does a quick search of them, then lets out a small grumble of words at him but he pays them no mind. Just as quickly as his holoform was there it disappears into thin air; the sound of gears, metal and scrapping is the only warning they have before two large servos grab their  hips. They gasp slightly as Prowl sits them up on the roof of their car moving back around the side. "You're an ass you know " they mumble as he makes them look up at him. 

Prowl's optics flicker with a mix of annoyance and amusement as they mutter their discontent. "You should have thought about the consequences before breaking the law," he states, his grip on their hips tightening ever so slightly as he moves closer standing between their spread legs. "Consider this a lesson in accountability," he adds, his voice carrying a note of satisfaction. He leans in closer, his voice low and husky as he responds to their plea. "You enjoy being a pest, don't you?" he murmurs, a hint of amusement lacing his words. Prowl's grinding against them slowly,  servos gripping their  thighs harder holding them in place against the roof of the car. His name falls from their lips as they look up at his optics. 

A faint smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. "Say it again," he commands. they bite their lip and lean back against the roof of the car, Another moan leaves them before an idea crosses their mind, a twinkle of mischief in their eyes. "Oh officer Prowl, I'm so sorry for speeding, please I don't have the money can I pay this fine Another way?" They ask in fake desperation only to moan as he nips at their neck. "Fuck prowl" they yelp as they squirm under him. 

Prowl's continue to nip and suck marks into their throat. teasing them as punishment, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Oh, how convenient. Suddenly you're sorry for speeding," he hums against their throat, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Prowl's grip tightens on their thighs, hiking them higher up his hip plating. "You think a few moans and pleas will get you out of this?" he questions, He leans in closer, his voice low and seductive as he whispers in their ear. "You just want me to fuck you, is that it?" he whispers, his words sending shivers down their spine as a loud whine leaves them making Prowl chuckle at their desperation. 

 

"Yes, Please Prowl" they call out breathlessly and sincerely. Their eyes focus on his faceplate "God you're hot when you get all Cop" they state under their breath, Prowl's audios catch the driver's breathless plea, he lets out a soft chuckle at their desperation. 

  "Flattery won't get you out of the fine," he responds smugly as he watches how flustered they get under his touch. "Prowl I don't even care about the fine anymore, please you're killing me here" they whine as they grind back against his interface panel. "Fuck Prowl please" They whimper pathetically. A smirk tugs at the corners of Prowl's lips. "You want it so badly, don't you?" he murmurs, his voice low and husky in their ear, the static filtering over the top of it has them whining as they try to grind back against him.

The sound of ripping fabric has them gasping as Prowl servos tear through their pants.   throwing the ruined fabric onto the ground. "Prowl! That my only set!" They cry out in a panic as they wiggle and struggle in the hand cuffs. his voice tinged with a hint of annoyance . "How unfortunate," he retorts. His servos continue their slow descent, tracing over the newly exposed skin as be indulged in how soft it is in his grasp. "You should have thought about that before," he remarks, a smug satisfaction crosses his face.

 

They don't get a chance to try and argue more before Prowl's digits are moving against their sex stroking and teasing before he dips one into their tight heat. They gasp, Moan and quiver against the car roof from each touch. "You owe me a new set" they manage to stutter out, as they rock against his servo, adjusting to the size of his digits as they relax against the car roof. Prowl raises an optic as he shakes his head before leaning down to press his glossa into them, working them open with both his mouth and digits.  His voice drips with a passive-aggressive remark, "You think you can make demands now? How amusing" . Prowl's response. They cry out as he presses his glossa deeper into them, his other servo dragging them back as they try to squirm away. 

 

As the cuffs dig into their back, the driver arches and whines, their arms partially numb from the restraints. Prowl watches his digits disappear into their tightness. Spreading their thighs wider. Prowl's spike throbs mercilessly within his panel, aching to be released . "You want my spike?" Prowl taunts, his voice dripping with amusement at their despair. "You'll have to beg a little harder than that," A small sob leaves them as Prowl digits sink back into them, he enjoys each little sound and movement of their body against his. "Prowl please fuck me, please need you, please" they call out breathlessly,  only to gasp as he captures their lips in a hungry kiss. he pulls his digits out.. "You want me? You want me to frag you?" he murmurs, desire in his voice as he continues to press little kisses to their lips.

 

"Yes, yes please " They whimper sweetly against his lips. Prowl feels a surge of satisfaction, their plea for him growing more desperate. With a deliberate motion, Prowl's interface panel snaps back, freeing his spike from its confines. A low growl of pleasure escapes his vocalizer in a static filled buzz, his spike throbs and pulsating with anticipation between their thighs. 

They bite their lip as Prowl teases the tip Against their sex, pressing in enough only to pull away and repeat again.  Whimpers and whines leave them as they watch. "Please mister police officer, I promise I won't speed again, I really don't have the money to pay this fine, could I pay with my body?" They coo in a playful tone, still biting their lip. Prowl's optics narrow slightly as he continues to tease the tip of his spike against them. 

A hint of amusement flickers across Prowl's face as they plead with him in a playful manner, offering their body as payment for the fine. His tone is laced with a fake mix of restraint and curiosity as he holds back an eye roll at their dramatics. "Is that so?" he replies, his voice low and measured. "You're willing to offer your body in exchange for the fine? Quite a proposition," Prowl's optics lock onto theirs, his gaze intense as he considers their request, taking the time to mull it over in his processor with a hum. 

 

They gasp loudly as Prowl slowly presses his spike into them, sweet little moans leave them as he rolls his hips pressing his spike deeper into them with each thrust. "Mmmm you don't seem to mind my offer, somebody likes to play favourites with autobot allies " they call back teasingly only to gasp at a rough thrust from Prowl. “behave” he mumbles, With each thrust, Prowl rolls his hips, driving his spike deeper into the driver's tight opening, eliciting more moans from them. "Don't mistake this for favouritism," he growls, his tone filled with a touch of aggression. He knew it was true he was playing favourites but he didn't want to be called out on it. 

 

Their eyes flicker down to watch as Prowl's length disappears and reappears with each thrust, he hikes Their legs up more before picking up pace grinding his spike into them.  "Mmmm whatever you say handsome, I'm your favourite little criminal, " they tease playfully as another moan falls from them. A low growl escapes Prowl's vocalizer as he continues to move with increasing intensity, "Oh, you think you're my favourite little criminal, do you?" he grunts, his voice laced with a hint of dominance . "Well, let's just say you've certainly caught my attention" . Prowl's movements become more urgent, his thrusts growing harder and faster . 

As he continues his forceful thrusts, pleasure courses through both their bodies, causing them to gasp and cry out in ecstasy when he presses into them just the right way. Prowl relishes in the tight clench of their walls around his spike, each little response to his actions bringing him immense satisfaction as he shuts them up. He watches with delight as their words are replaced by babble pleasure. Leaning closer, his voice dripping with a mix of authority and desire, Prowl whispers in their ear. "You wanted to tease, my little criminal? I hope you're ready for the consequences of your actions," he growls, his voice low and seductive . Prowl's thrusts become even more forceful, his movements calculated the car under them rocks with each thrust and the sound of his gears grinding and creaking echoes into the desert air.

They clench as if trying to milk him of transfluid and cry out as their orgasm hits, tears run down their cheek. With a snarl of raw desire, Prowl continues to rut into them, his movements becoming more urgent with each time they arches and grind back against Prowl. One of his servos brushes tears away from their cheeks as he captures them in another kiss.

With each powerful thrust, Prowl is closer to the peak of pleasure, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. Prowl's own overload follows, his transfluid spilling into them, as a static snarl leaves his vocalivers as he slumps over their panting form. He holds them close as he resets his systems taking time to let everything reset before his optics focus In on them. They both stay still, taking time to recover as Prowl's expression softens as he traces their faces. Their pants go into lazy breaths as they lay against the car roof just watching him before they finally speak. "Do I still have to pay the fine?" They inquire softly as they clench around him again. Prowl's optics flicker with a mix of annoyance and amusement as them. “You're a pain in my aft” he grumbles with another kiss. 

“can you please take these cuffs off, they are digging into my back too much” they call out as he hums in contemplation again. “Prowl don't be a dick, please”  

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[violetmuses]

Safety Net - A. Aretas 🌴❤️‍🩹🫂

Title: Safety Net - A. Aretas 🌴 ❤️‍🩹 🫂

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: When Armando Aretas leaves Mexico and faces Miami again, you change his life.

@nelo0wesker @nobodygetsza @yeahnohoneybye @sofia-da-1st @spaceacelover @btitannaaaaa

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Safety Net: Chapter 1

2024

The quiet departure from Mexico took so much planning, but Armando Aretas returned to Miami at last. Hiding would just stall reality this time.

His biological father, well-known Detective Mike Lowrey, pulled strings and “eased” the lifetime sentence, but Armando just needed more.

Waiting around between missions seemed pointless. If not useful, Armando might as well go back to prison and lock that damn cell forever.

Taking one rental car back to the small apartment from Lowrey, Armando didn't contact his father right away and took this much-needed shower before organizing just a few belongings here.

“I'm back.” Armando called Lowrey by the early afternoon.

“Hey, man. Really? Do you want me to pick you up from the airport?” Mike was a little surprised while answering the phone.

“Nah. Already settled here, but I'm just telling you.” Armando cleared his throat awkwardly

“You found the house? Cool. Glad you called me, too. Need anything?” Even Mike clipped words at this point.

“Maybe a side hustle?” Armando tried to frame the question easily. “I don't wanna stay around if you'll just call for work.”

“Right, I didn't think of that idea. My bad.” Mike almost whispered. “Let's see if I can help out a little bit.”

“Yeah, bye.” Armando hung up and left once more, hoping to run errands.

____

Many ran straight to the grocery store for various reasons, but Armando didn't need much, unlike other folks with children and more vacation plans.

Leaving the self-checkout, warm sunlight hit the parking lot as Armando reached that car and settled items, but one person caught his eye.

One door opens from another storefront in the shopping center.

“Thank you so much!” You beamed toward restaurant staff while carrying takeout and kept walking in the direction of your own vehicle.

To Armando, you looked cute and raved as sunlight heats up the state of Florida.

Though watching you from a distance, Armando found himself smiling in return, but pulled together and drove away, simply refusing to act weird.

Who are you? Aretas ponders during the commute back.

_____

Cooking and eating alone, gentle music played from his Bluetooth speaker. The device stood as his most expensive item beyond weapons or gear.

One call interrupted washing the dishes, but Armando picked up regardless.

“Hello?” Armando greeted the caller.

“Hey, it's me. Got something. Do you mind if we meet early tomorrow?” Mike Lowrey picked up this call again.

“No. What's going on?” The day would have Aretas occupied.

“This barbershop owner needs help.” Mike explained. “You'll get paid for basic upkeep over there. Nothing fancy.”

“Doesn't sound terrible.” Armando grounded his plans for the morning.

“Fair enough. See you tomorrow.” Mike ended the call this time.

Better than nothing. Armando thought, sleeping without dreams in preparation.

_____

“What's up?” Cruising with style, Mike Lowrey arrived while driving his classic Porsche the next day and greeted Aretas in this lot. “We'll meet that owner first.”

“Cool.” Armando repeated the note of his estranged father.

“How was your flight?” Mike tried offering small talk.

“Good. Still getting used to the house.” Armando told the truth.

“You'll be fine.” Mike went on. “My first place wasn't always dope.”

“Wait. Didn't you grow up with money?” Aretas squinted near his father. “That's what Marcus told me.”

“Well, yeah, but your mother knocked out riches. I stood undercover and worked as her driver before you were born.” Mike cleared his throat. “Let's go.”

____

“Morning, Detective.” The barbershop owner spoke up while addressing Mike Lowrey.

“Morning, Sir.” Mike offered respect to the older gentleman. “We shared our phone calls earlier, but this is my son Armando.”

“Hello.” Genuinely kind while speaking English, Aretas offered to shake hands with the owner right now.

“Heard about you, but we don’t have much time for questions. Let me show you around.” The older man continued speaking. Even Mike Lowrey stepped back, letting this moment between two different people for once.

Let him grow and learn. That’s the only way out of this problem. Lowrey thought, quietly watching his son understand this new environment.

_____

For Armando, three important rules grounded his place at the barbershop:

Aretas needed to show up every day now, arrive on time, and avoid drama. Constant structure keeps this guy from trouble in the first place.

Clients for the barbershop varied all week and Armando would remain observant every time someone opened that chiming front door.

Sooner than later, staff knew his name and everyone laughed sometimes, offering Aretas this comradery that didn't include heartbreak.

“Have you met Mike's partner yet?” One employee chuckled while cleaning his station.

“Marcus?” Sweeping, Armando immediately rolled his eyes and workers cracked up about Detective Marcus Burnett, Mike Lowrey's famous partner.

“Oh, no! Tell us.” The employee settled down and resumed working.

“I joined special operations at the police department, but this barbershop thing is a temporary job.” Armando played up his role a little bit. “One time, Marcus accidentally set our car on fire.”

“Woah!” Voices gasped through shock and even the owner tuned in.

“Marcus didn't know that windshield wiper fluid is flammable, so we jumped out right before everything burst into flames.” Aretas nearly cringed.

“Damn!” This story just pulled everyone's attention.

“We made it out alive, but moments like that really happen.” Armando shook his head and still cleaned when the front door chimed again.

“Hi! How's everybody doing?” One greeting brightened up the entire space. “I'm just here to bring Dad some lunch.”

You walked toward that barbershop owner with the biggest smile on your face, carrying takeout.

“Hey, Sweetheart. Thank you.” The owner gently raved while facing you, his daughter.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

somewhere in the haze got a sense ive been betrayed

pairing: ethan landry x reader

WC: 1.3K

warnings: blood mentions, stabbing, this is a scream fic its a little violent and graphic. SPOILERS LIKE ACTUAL CHARACTER SPOILERS DONT READ UNTIL YOUVE SEEN THE MOVIE

summary: people aren’t who they always say

A/N: i freaking loved scream6!!!!! literally wrote this the day after i watched the movie. gonna try and pop out a mix of angst and fluff for ethan cause i love my nerdy boyfriend. lowercase on purpose, sorry if that bothers you. if the chase scene sucks... mind your business, just skim the words.

masterlist

“hello?”

“hello… y/n. i’ve missed the sound of your voice.”

it was like you heard the stereotypical horror movie music play in your mind. your blood went cold and your body seized up from the bucket of ice water that just splashed over your whole body at the voice of the horrific ghost face. the way he spoke your name made you feel even sicker.

“what is it now? gonna sweet talk me for a second before you start saying vile words and then pop out from a corner ready to stab me?” you took slow steps through the living room, trying to scope out where the killer could be lurking.

he just laughed, “well you do know how this works. after all, you already went through round one in woodsboro, somehow surviving multiple stab wounds to your stomach. impressive.”

the deep drawl of his voice only caused nausea to roll over you in waves. with quiet steps as you listened to the narcissist as they just talked and talked, you hurried to the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife from the wooded block.

“honestly why don’t we just do this dance, huh? i was in the middle of a very good book and i would like to get to the part where the love interest resolved their differences and had hot sex. plus i’ve done this before and i’ve been working out.” you just started to blurt things out, your anxiety kicking into high gear.

ghost face didn’t say anything back and it only caused your fear to grow. so you just hung up and speed-dialed sam knowing she always answers her calls.

“come on, sam. please please plea-“

“y/n? what’s-“

“he’s in the apartment. please get here fast… i love you guys.” you hung up placing your phone in your back pocket. you hoped to make it alive again, but as mindy said, you're all expendable in sequels.

the noise of something crashing to the ground made you flinch high in the air, a small gasp slipping from your lips. the grip on the knife readjusted to get a firmer hold as you peeked around a corner, seeing nothing suspicious. so you started to make your way towards the front door, hoping you could escape the killer before he gets you.

as just as you passed quinn’s room you stepped on a creaky spot. you froze for a second before running to the door, fumbling with the five locks. and just as you were on the last two, sweat causing the metal to be slippery, your roommate's door burst open and ghost face, dressed in his black cloak and the dirty mask came dashing at you with the classic knife held high.

you screamed and ducked away needing to circle back to the door. you were able to get a quick swipe to their bicep before running to sam’s room and closing the door closed. you took a breath until loud banging slammed against the wooden frame, almost bending the door in half from its weight.

with ghost face distracted on the door, you ran through the shared bathroom, shutting and locking each door as you entered quinn’s room. you pushed her dresser against the bathroom for extra hold. when it was in place you ran, knife still in hand, and went back to get the last locks on the door free and ready for your escape.

just as you pulled the door open, ready to dash down the steps, you were pulled back with arms around your waist and pulled into a solid chest. you screamed and kicked, the knife falling to the floor. ghost face threw you to the ground, back hitting the living room chairs. you turned to your stomach to try and go for a push-up into a run, hands tight on your ankles pulled you back. your hands scrambled for purchase on something solid.

then suddenly the most blinding white hot pain shot through your right thigh pulling a high-strung scream from your vocals. then he gave the knife a twist making the pain shoot to your spine, you felt frozen. he pulled the dripping knife out and his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you further down before flipping you over and straddling your waist making you immobile.

you tried to push his arms away, but his strength was must higher than yours as he plunged the knife into your stomach then pulled out then back in. in and out, in and out. multiple more times that you knew you wouldn’t survive this one.

you tried using your last bit of strength to push his looming face away. with a solid hold, you ripped the stupid mask off the killer's face and the sight before you taking the last bit of air from your lungs.

“e-ethan?” you rasped out, blood dripping from your mouth.

your loving, sweet, handsome boyfriend of five months now stared down at you with a sickening twisted grin on his lips, teeth poking out like fangs. his thick head of luscious curls that you would run your fingers through when making out or just laying with each other were matted down with sweat, and the urge to touch them came back on instinct.

limply you lifted your left arm from the floor and cupped his cheek, you saw the look in his hungry eyes switch for a second before snapping back into place. “e-ethan… wh-why? i- i thought you lo-loved me.” with a gentle swipe of your thumb over his skin, his eyes involuntarily slipped closed at the comforting gesture.

“i do love you, sweetheart. but i have to do this.” a gloved hand held the one on his face, you were scared and confused by everything.

“i- i don’t-“ “i need to complete my brother's movie.”

you decided if you could keep ethan talking maybe the others will show up soon and save you, “br- brother? you- you said you were an- an only child.”

“sorry sweetheart, but i lied. had to get close to you and your friends somehow, and having a fake identity helps.” he whispered, “landry isn’t even my real last name.”

your anger was spilling over the brim. ethan used you to get closer to your friends, you were just a pawn in this stupid fantasy of his. and it hurt because you thought he was the one, the goodness that you needed in your life.

with both hands you held his cheeks then slid them slowly up into his sweaty curls, nails dragging over his scalp pulling a groan from his throat and usually, you loved the noise but now all you saw was red. so with a good fist full, you pulled his hair hard and then slammed your head together.

it caused ethan to fall back, dropping his knife. with the last of your strength, you tried to slide away from him, tried to grab your phone and call sam or chad, anyone at this point. but your luck had run out and ethan gained back his upper hand.

he grabbed a chunk of your hair, head pulled back with your eyes pointed at the ceiling. ethan leaned over your left shoulder and whispered in your ear, “i did love you. but family is family, gotta stick by them. so, any last words, y/n?”

with tears streaming down your face, and blood closing off your throat, you sniffle out your last words, “i loved you too,” you said with every bit of honesty, “but you're gonna get killed like the pussy you truly are.” you seethed with a blinding anger.

and the last thing you heard was the roar of ethan’s cry as you felt the cold metal slice your throat open and your head slumping hard on the wood flooring. you died at the hands of the first boy you truly loved in this twisted world.

love does kill you in the end.

...

[abeautylives]

Times I Remember Well

(and Some That I Don’t)

Part 3

author’s note: Thank you for reading this ridiculous story. Now for the good stuff.

pairing: female!OCxjake

time frame: 2016-2018

word count: almost 7.8k this part

warnings: language, underage drinking (implied), mentions of sex and sexual situations, nudity, oral (m. and f. receiving), unprotected penetrative sex

You know how most people’s lives change pretty drastically when they move away for college?

What, were you expecting me to claim that I was different, special in some way?

I’m not.

If you’re wondering, Sam and I were fine. I guess he’d matured enough to keep speaking to me when he found out I’d almost fucked his brother. I was still immature enough to give him a classic three day long silent treatment over the whole Sam said he thought you were fucking that guy you dated thing.

I even made him agree to never bring me up to Jake again. Ever.

Anyway, my first semester of college kind of kicked my ass. I was smart enough, but I couldn’t decide on a major and it made the whole experience feel like a waste of time. I didn’t meet anyone worth much of my effort to get to know, and I spent a lot of nights alone in my dorm room. I barely even liked my roommate. Meanwhile, Sam was at home breezing through his last year of high school and preparing to actually go on tour.

Like a real tour. It was my worst nightmare. And I had to hear all about it when I came home for winter break. 

But he was excited, of course he was. And I was proud of him. And Josh, and Danny. I couldn’t bring myself to have positive feelings for Jake. After he’d rejected and embarrassed me (again), I’d run off to school determined to lose my v-card to literally anyone who’d never been to Frankenmuth or heard of their band. Fortunately for me, almost no one had heard of either.

So, I did. And Matthew Nowak had been a very cursory and lazy fuck, but he got the job done. I mean, he popped the cherry or whatever, he didn’t make me come, and I never gave him another opportunity to try.

I almost didn’t even go home for Christmas, my dad had been begging me to come see him, but I knew if I didn’t go home, I might never see my best friend again.

Was that a little dramatic? Sure, but the dates for tour were going to start around my birthday, before he even graduated, and he wouldn’t be home for the entire summer. There were talks of getting signed, to a fucking label. Releasing their music to the world. Jake’s dreams were coming true and he was stealing my best fucking friend from me.

He really was an asshole.

I went back to school in the spring a little sad, nostalgic for a time when things were easy and fun, and I always had a weekend smoke sesh in the Kiszka garage to look forward to. There was nothing for me to look forward to in Ann Arbor. Until I met Soph.

Sophie and I were paired up within the first few days of one of our classes, and thank God we were. We clicked instantly, she was almost like a female version of Sam with even better hair.

She got me out of my slump, out of my dorm room and out of my own head.

As we started hanging out more outside of class, we learned about each other’s lives at home, and she let me talk endlessly about Sam. About moving away from Traverse and finding the best friend I’d ever had, growing up with him, becoming an adult at his side.

I don’t remember exactly when it happened, but eventually I ran out of stories and didn’t feel the need to talk about him much anymore.

For a few months, we worked hard and partied harder, and I felt more and more like myself, or my new self, with her help. My new self must have been putting out certain vibes that attracted attention, because I wasn’t hurting for it. Not that I really had back home, but home had narrowed my view, the Kiszkas my whole world. Even when I did date boys, Sam was there to tell me he didn’t like them, then Josh was there shining brighter than the sun, blinding me to them.

Then Jake was there. Ruining me for everyone else, just by existing.

In Ann Arbor, Soph had the opposite effect. Every guy was cute, cute enough to talk to, flirt with, party with. A select few were hot enough to make out with, let them touch our bodies, we would touch theirs. Dance with them, let them pull us close, throw our arms around them and tell them to take us somewhere quieter. 

There was that one time, I’d gone back to this guy’s dorm and he’d put a playlist on shuffle. Ya know, so we wouldn’t be heard. And right before I put his dick in my mouth, fucking Highway Tune started playing. 

Instant no. I left him there with a hard-on and zero promises of returning.

But anyway, Soph and I had fun every weekend, studied every weeknight. By the end of the second semester, we’d decided on my major, and made sure we would share more classes in the fall.

When summer break rolled around, we spent the first half with her family in Grand Rapids and the second, reluctantly, with my mom. Home was weird without Sam, but he was off galavanting across the U.S. Communication between us had been sparse, though he did call me once every few weeks to fill me in, and let’s be honest, brag. I didn’t mind the bragging, much, but even with how well things were going at school, I’d have given anything to drop it all and be with him. 

Even if it meant tolerating Jake. 

Life goes on, time keeps on slipping, the wheel in the sky keeps on turning and all that. 

College was hard, but Soph and I really buttoned up in the fall. More studying, fewer boys, a little less fun, but Michigan gets cold fast and running wild all over campus didn’t hold the same appeal. We vowed to live it up in the spring, maybe settle down and get some boyfriends. Maybe not.

“Holy shit holy shit!”

We were in the library, Soph across the table from me with wide eyes, laptops, books and notes spread out between us.

“Shhh! What? What the fuck?” She leaned in conspiratorially and I turned my phone around to show her the screen. 

“They’re playing in Detroit. They’re coming home!”

“Will you be quiet? Who, Sam’s band?”

That made me laugh every time. I always called it Sam’s band, because he would’ve loved it and someone else I knew would have loathed it.

They hadn’t been home in forever, they were hardly even in the states, and when they’d played the Fillmore in the spring I’d been so bogged down with new classes and so much fucking homework, I couldn’t justify leaving campus let alone the city. 

But they were coming back, and I’d be on winter break. Sam had sent me their schedule, which I’d thrust into Soph’s hands.

“Aww, reunion! I wish I could go with you.” Her pouty face was unmatched, but she was going with her parents to visit family in Ohio for the holidays. For a moment, that realization made me panic. I wanted to go, needed to see my best friend, but to do it alone? Why did that make me nervous?

Maybe because I hadn’t seen him in two years. Maybe because I hadn’t seen him in more than two. I doubted I’d even get to spend much time with Sam, and I doubted further that I’d be able to get him away from the others.

Not that I wouldn’t want to hang out with Danny, or even Josh. But… well, you know.

I wondered if they were going home for the brief break between Detroit and Seattle, and I made a mental note to ask Sam. 

I’d insisted on buying my own ticket to the show, their third added at the Fox after the first two sold out, but Sam wouldn’t hear of it. He set me up with a ticket and access to see them backstage, and I tried not to let it get to my head. It's not like they were famous or anything.

Selling out multiple shows.

I FaceTime’d Sophie so she could help me decide what to wear - I hadn’t put this kind of pressure on an outfit since the night I kissed… yeah, you saw how that went.

We landed on skin tight faux leather pants, an extremely low-cut black and tan floral print top with a fitted bodice and wide, flowy sleeves, and chunky black boots. I planned to top it off with a vintage fur coat Sam and I had found thrifting a few years back. We’d always joked that it originally belonged to the old lady they named their band after. 

“Okayyyyy, so what about your underwear?” 

I stopped spinning in front of my phone, where I’d been showing Sophie the whole get up.

“What the fuck do you mean, my underwear? Who cares?”

“Babe, it’s a rock show! What if you meet a super hot guy with like, tattoos and a tongue ring that wants to rock your world?” I watched her eyebrows waggle as she stuck her own tongue out at me. 

“Yeah I don’t think that’s really their demographic.” 

But… an idea started to form. Sexy underwear would make me feel sexy. Who would be irritated to see me, looking and feeling sexy, arguably hotter now than I’d ever been? Who would be downright furious to watch me get a little flirty, a little provocative with another man? Men? His brothers?

Ohhh, Jake Kiszka was gonna kill me. And it was gonna be worth it. 

The ticket Sam held for me was in the front fucking row. Of the seats, behind the pit floor, but still. How embarrassing, what if I didn’t know any of the words? I didn’t really listen to their music, not since I was in high school, watching them practice or play at Fischer.

As you can imagine, I didn’t need to worry. Every, single, song was familiar. Songs that they’d written or started writing when Sam was barely fifteen. But the people around me knew them all, better than I did actually. 

That was… pretty cool.

I left my seat as the guys were blowing kisses and throwing flowers into the crowd, stopped in a bathroom to check myself out, and followed Sam’s directions to make it backstage. The guys made it there before me, I could hear their excited voices from the hall as a security guard led me to their green room. We slowed as we got closer, and I stopped the guard before we reached the door, composing myself, slipping my coat off, smoothing my hair and controlling my expression. 

You should've seen his face when I walked through the doorway, slow clapping and wearing my best deadpan. They all turned their heads in my direction, but his face was the one I sought out. 

His cheeks were still flushed from the stage (he honestly goes crazy up there) but he immediately turned so bright pink I hoped his head would explode. 

“YOU’RE HERE! Holy shit, you’re here!” Sam rushed at me and instantly my feet were off the ground, he swung me around and I couldn’t help the smile that stretched wide as I laughed with him. 

“You’re sweaty! Put me down, idiot!” He dropped me to my feet and grabbed a hand, lifted it above my head and spun me in a circle.

“Look at you, you look hot, T!” His laughter cracked loud and joyous and my heart soared. He didn’t mean anything by it, of course, but he was right and I knew it.

Danny approached me next, taller and even broader than I ever remembered him being, and wrapped me up in another sweaty hug. “Good to see you, did you get tinier?” We laughed and I slapped him away. Then Josh caught my eye, arms crossed over his bare chest under an open black vest and leaning against the vanity, grinning. 

I moved toward him and he met me in the middle, opened his arms and threw them around me. He didn’t make fun of me, or comment on the way I looked. Our cheeks were pressed together and he turned his face and dropped a kiss to mine. “We’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you guys too, more than you know.”

He let me go and his grin stretched into a blinding smile. “What’d you think of the show?”

“It was fucking awesome, I can’t believe you guys are like, legit rockstars! Seems like yesterday you were jamming in your garage.” Sam sidled up and threw a long arm over my shoulders.

“To be fair, we didn’t really stop jamming in the garage until last year, T.”

I knew that, I guess. But I’d missed it, and I’d missed the moment my best friend grew up. But this wasn’t the time to get weepy about that. I still had a mission to accomplish.

Turning out of Sam’s hold, I faced him. He no longer looked apoplectic, but his nostrils were flared and his arms were crossed, one hand running a finger across his chin below pursed lips. His focus was distinctly somewhere on the floor, but I walked toward him and watched his eyes connect with my boots and then travel, slowly, all the way up my body. 

Get a good look, asshole.

And he did, his gaze lingered for a fraction of a second on my hips, and then again on my chest before it finally met my face.

Say something stupid, I dare you.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” 

My own eyes rolled in my skull. “Good to see you too, Jacob. How have you been?”

His features twisted in confusion for just a moment before he smoothed them back out. Good.

“Fantastic, living the dream, ya know. How have you been, Tiny?”

“Oh, really good!” I crossed one arm, tucking it under my tits and pushing them up while I twirled a finger through a strand of my hair with the other hand. “I’m majoring in English and Writing and aced all of my finals this past semester. Just really living my best on-campus life. Work hard, play hard and all that.”

It was so satisfying, the way he’d accidentally looked at my chest and then failed to look back at my face until I was done speaking. I swear to you my pussy fluttered when he swallowed, hard, before responding. It was that satisfying. 

“That’s- ahem, that’s great. Glad to hear it. Thanks for coming by to say hi or whatever but we need to pack up our gear and head to the hotel.”

Nice try.

“Oh, cool! I’d love to come with you guys, I just miss you all so much.” His face started turning pink again before I looked over my shoulder. “Sammy! Can I come with and hang out at the hotel? Just for a little bit?” I whipped my head back, my hair swinging with it, to see his face before Sam even answered.

I wanted to see if steam came out of his ears.

“Fuck yeah! You can crash with me if you want!”

One corner of my mouth lifted and curled. “Perfect!”

I regret to inform you that no steam came out. But I think it was pretty close.

When I pulled in at the hotel, I texted Sam and he told me they were in the lobby so I flipped my visor down, checked my face and fluffed my hair. After a deep breath, I got out of the car and made my way inside. 

The hotel wasn’t anything too ritzy, and I figured despite it all, they weren’t that famous. Sam still looked and sounded like the best friend I’d grown up with, though there was something about him that had become more attractive. All of them actually exuded more… sex appeal? 

Ugh, musicians. 

My timing was pretty good, I entered the building in time to catch them getting in the elevator, Jake being the last left in the lobby. But we caught each other’s eye and instead of walking on, he backed up a step. The doors closed and the elevator rose without him. 

He stood there, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans, and waited for me to reach him. When I did, he spoke before I could. 

“What are you doing here, T?”

I painted confusion on my face instead of the pure gratification I actually felt. “Visiting my friends? What are you-“

“Cut the bullshit. It’s unbecoming.”

Okay, that was a little wrinkle in my plan. I hadn’t even started shamelessly flirting with anyone yet and he was already cursing at me. I doubled down.

“I came to see them, Jake.” I pressed the button to call the elevator back down and crossed my arms.

“And what about me?”

“What about you?” Just as I glanced up, feigning more interest in the LED display of numbers as the elevator came down than this conversation, he stepped closer and gripped my arm. Pulled me closer.

It felt familiar.

“I’m not buying it. Come on.” The elevator dinged and the doors opened to an empty car, but he was already pulling me down a hall toward a stairwell door. It swung open as he shoved through it, yanked me through and pushed me ahead of him, and it slammed shut behind us.

The stairwell was silent, our breathing was amplified and bounced off the walls. His voice made me flinch.

“Third floor. Go.”

Four flights of stairs and two landings separated me from their room. That was fine, I could do it.

Except he stayed behind me the entire time and didn’t speak a word. By the time I pushed the door to the third floor open, my nerves were fried and I was still trying to discern his reasoning for taking the stairs. If he had yelled at me or pushed me to the wall and kissed me in the stairwell, it would’ve made more sense. Instead, he placed a hand low on my back and led me down a deserted hallway to room 307. I breathed a shaky sigh of relief, ready to abandon the plan completely and run to Sam, use him as a personal human shield for the rest of the night.

But he pulled a key card out of his pocket and slid it into the lock, and the heavy door opened to a dark, empty room. 

Jake stepped inside and flicked on a light, holding the door open for me. I didn’t move.

“Jake, what-“

“Get in here, we need to talk.”

It sounded like a terrible idea, I hadn’t come here to talk. I came to spend time with Sam and do enough harmless flirting with the guys to drive Jake crazy. 

“No. Where are the guys?”

He just stared at me for a tense few seconds before he sighed impatiently. “In Sam and Danny’s room.”

“And which room would that be, exactly? I’ll just go knock-“

“Please.”

I know, I know. Did he really have to go and ask nicely?

“Fine, you know what? You have five minutes then I’m the fuck out of here.” He had the nerve to give me a tight-lipped smile, lift his palm and wave me in as I started to pass him and head into the room. Then he let the door swing shut.

We were alone.

The room was pretty standard, two queen-size beds, a table and two chairs. Not exactly rockstar shit. I tossed my coat onto the closest bed.

“You want a drink?”

I dropped into a chair, crossed my legs and folded my hands over my knee. “No, I don’t. What did you need to talk to me about? You have four minutes.”

He pulled a White Claw out of the mini fridge, popped the tab and sat at the end of the bed closest to me. After a swig from the can, he leaned forward and propped his elbows on his knees. 

“Three minutes.”

“Jesus, give it a rest, T.” He pinned me with a glare and my eyes widened. “Don’t. Don’t act all affronted because you’re not getting your way, I’m sick of it.” 

“I don’t know what you mean, I-“

“Stop! Tell me why you’re really here.”

“To see Sam! I told you-“

He stood from the bed, leaned across me and slammed the can onto the table. I jumped in my seat, but then he bent down and gripped the arms of the chair on either side of me. Right in my face, he ripped me to shreds.

“I’m tired of this, T. Since day one, everything has always had to be all about you, your feelings, your stupid ideas, your fucking games.”

That was ridiculous and it straightened my spine, I sat up taller and put us nose to nose, but he didn’t stop.

“How many times have you come between us and Sam? Pitted us against each other? Run away when you didn’t get your way, with one of us or all of us?”

With a huff, he pushed himself away from me but now I was ready for a fight. Launching from the chair, my body followed his. “And what about you, Jake?  You spent years fucking with me, leading me on, just to humiliate me over and over again!”

“Is that really what you think?!” We were squared up now, hands flailing as we yelled in each other's faces. “I didn’t do shit, and you spent years avoiding me, making me feel awkward and unwelcome in my own house because God forbid I ever be in the presence of such a self-entitled, delicate fucking princess!”

“Oh, you fucking prick. Fuck you-“

“So eloquent, that’s really lovely Tiny.”

You already know that he said that on purpose.

“Don’t. Call. Me. That.” I was fuming, the steam was probably coming out of my ears, and that pissed me off further. Everything about this was infuriating, my night completely off-railed, my time with my friends ruined. I was done.

I threw my hands up and then put them on his shoulders, with all intention to shove him out of my way and walk out of the room with some part of my dignity intact, for once.

But that’s not exactly what happened.

Because once I touched him, the tension reached a breaking point. And boy did it break.

Before I could push him away, his arms were around me, his hands spread across my back, and he pulled me in. 

Yep, he was kissing me. 

Our mouths slammed together and all the anger, all the fury, combusted between them.

My own hands betrayed me and shot from a grip on his shoulders to a grip in the hair at the back of his head, still slightly damp from sweat or a shower at the venue, I had no idea. And I didn’t care.

He ravaged my lips until they felt bruised, opened them with his and forced our tongues to battle for dominance, sucked the air from my lungs until I couldn’t breathe. I pulled away to drag some back in but he hardly gave me the chance, tugging me back in to kiss my lips, bite my jaw, murmuring between the attacks. 

“Why are you really here…”

His hands slid up my back and sunk into my hair, pulled my head to the side so he could continue his attack on my neck, my throat.

“Say it, the truth.”

My brain was in shut down, I forgot what words were and how to make them. His teeth reminded me, scraping along my skin.

“You. For you.”

His lips closed over mine again and he was moving me, two steps backward and we turned, the back of my knees hit the bed where he’d been sitting. Our mouths broke apart, our hands fell away. The sound of our breathing, fast and uneven, thundered between us.

“I’m not gonna stop this time, T.”

My heart stumbled over its next few beats.

“I don’t want you to.”

We fell back into silence as he reached forward and slid his hands up underneath my shirt, rough fingertips pushing the fabric up over my ribs, my chest, I lifted my arms and let him pull it over my head and shook my hair out as he let it drop to the floor. 

There was just enough light coming from the only one he’d flicked on, and the moonlight spilling through the uncovered window, that I saw his nostrils flare. His eyes trailed over my lace and silk covered chest before meeting mine.

“You’re so beautiful,” My breath caught, I held it. “I’ve never told you how beautiful you are.”

I couldn’t speak, emotion squeezing my throat, the words I’d always wanted to hear from him tightening every muscle in my body. So instead, I mirrored his actions and tucked my fingers under the hem of his t-shirt. Soft, heated skin met my touch and I flattened my palms over his hips, up over his stomach and I swear he trembled. Seriously! When they made it to his chest, I could feel the hard, steady beat of his heart, rapid beneath my hand. 

Maybe he knew I could feel it, maybe not, but he leaned in and pulled a soft, sweet kiss from my lips before he took over and tugged the shirt over his head. 

“Jake…” His chest and stomach were lightly toned and completely flawless, a glimpse of which I’d gotten when he was onstage, shirtless under an open jacket. I wanted to tell him just how perfect I thought he was, he’d always been, but the words wouldn’t come. So I bent my knees and dropped to the bed, the barely there happy trail leading up from the low waist of his pants now directly in front of my face.

I leaned forward and kissed it. A strangled noise came from above me, I smiled against his skin. Then his hand was in my hair and he pulled, forcing my face up. He smirked.

“You ever done this before?”

Asshole.

Blindly I reached for and found the button of his jeans, popped it open and worked his zipper down slowly. 

“Please don’t piss me off, or I won’t be nice.”

A chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Just making sure.”

His grip in my hair kept my chin tilted up, eyes locked with his. I peeled the denim over his hips and pulled it down to his knees. Heat rolled off his body in waves, I was dying to look at it, take it all in but there was fire in his stare and I was burning. My fingertips mapped out what I couldn’t see, found the subtle V that led down into his briefs and traced it before I tucked them under the elastic and rolled it down his legs. 

Jake Kiszka’s cock bobbed in the air between his hips and my face. Crazy, I know. I wrapped shaky fingers around him, felt how thick and hard he was before I’d even seen it, tried to picture what I could remember from his dark bedroom.

“Fuck, T.” I tightened my grip on him, just a little, stroked him once. His eyes slid shut.  “I can’t believe you’re here.” I stroked him again and his grasp on my hair loosened, my chin dropped and there it was. As perfect as the rest of him, his dick was big, the head flushed pink. My mouth watered.

For real.

In that moment, I wondered quickly what he liked, how fast, how slow, how hard? My tongue slid out and tasted him, just the very tip, and he snatched my hair up again. The sting in my scalp made my eyes water and I opened my lips and took him in, wrapped them around him and swirled my tongue over his skin. He whimpered.

I could be remembering that wrong, but I swear he did.

He wanted to take control, I could feel it in the smallest amount of pressure from his knuckles on my scalp, but I wanted to be stubborn. I was tired of the control he seemed to have over every one of our interactions. I released him with a soft pop and his eyes shot open. 

“C’monnn,” he groaned. I took my hand off of his dick and pushed him back, he almost stumbled, his legs still trapped in his half-removed jeans. I stood from the bed, spun us around and reversed our positions, then pushed him by the shoulders to sit.

“Patience, Jake, patience.” I flicked the front clasp of my bra open and felt the unrestrained relief as my tits spilled out, then that flutter of satisfaction as his eyes went wide right before going soft and dreamy. What can I say, Jake’s a breast man. “Aht.” He’d reached for them, lifted his hands like he just couldn’t wait to feel them again, but they paused in midair. “I said patience.”

He huffed out a sigh and dropped them, so I continued. Made a little show out of unzipping my boots, sliding them off and peeling the skin-tight material of my pants down my legs. His fingers flexed against his thighs the entire time, clenching into fists and releasing over and over. I waited until I was left in just the lacy thong to instruct him to remove his pants. 

His boots were kicked off and denim tossed away in an instant.

And there we were again. Jake, fully bared to me while we stared at each other, my tits out and pussy covered. But this wasn’t going to end the way it did two years ago. 

Not if I had anything to say about it.

I dropped to my knees and his legs spread, making room for me to kneel between them. His cock jumped when I touched him, just my fingertips, up his shins and over his kneecaps before I placed my palms flat on his thighs. When I peeked up at him through my lashes, he was staring hard, jaw clenched and nostrils flared again. So I continued to trace my fingers over his skin, further up his thighs, over his hips, up and down his happy trail. 

Through gritted teeth, “Baby, please.”

Baby? I was throbbing, slick between my thighs already but that hit me like lightning.

I wrapped a fist around him at the base and took him all the way to the back of my throat.

I had to. 

A string of rough curses fell from his lips and a hand tangled in my hair, but I kept my composure, sucking him in and stroking with my fist, letting him sink as deep as I could without choking. His skin was hot velvet on my tongue, I could taste his desire, his need, and I couldn’t help the moan that rippled up my throat around his cock.

“Jesus fuck.” His hips jerked, I gagged around him, he fisted the hair at the back of my head and yanked me off of him. “Get up here.”

Remember how I wanted to maintain the control here? Yeah, I failed. 

He used his grip on my head to bring my lips to his, his tongue sweeping in to dance with mine immediately, his hands moving down my body to pull me up and into his lap. I threw my arms around him and rocked into it instantly, his roving hands landing on my ass and pulling me in, his dick rock hard and slick with my spit grinding against my silk-covered pussy.

Just like that, I lost control of my insolent mouth too.

The kiss broke and I rested my forehead on his, my eyes trained on what was happening between our hips. “God… I-“ The head of his cock caught on my clit, I gasped at the feeling. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Embarrassing, I know. But then… ohh then.

His hands skimmed up my ribs until they were cupping my breasts, thumbs grazing over my nipples. 

“I’ve wanted you longer, T. Forever.”

Goosebumps. Literal goosebumps ran up my arms, I shivered, my nipples tightened, and he pulled one into his mouth. He sucked and lapped at it, thumb still moving over the other, and without hesitation he sunk his teeth in. 

“Fuck yes, yes yes…”

His tongue circled it again and he released it, pressed a hot and fast kiss to my mouth. 

“You still like that, huh?” He chuckled as he opened his lips over the other side. The silk between my legs was soaked, I could feel how easily I was sliding over his cock, and I was getting impatient despite the way I’d reprimanded him hardly ten minutes ago. 

“Jake, please…”

He popped off of my nipple and pulled another kiss from my lips, then leaned back and let one corner of his mouth curl up, self-satisfied and cocky.

Still an asshole. 

“Please what, baby? Tell me.”

My eyes rolled, even as he tucked his face into the crook of my neck, nipped and licked me there.

“I want you inside, please fuck me.” Self-control, out the window.

“Mmm,” he hummed into my skin, “No.”

Before I could be properly offended, and believe me, I was, he gripped my thighs and hauled me up, then deposited me onto the mattress. Well, tossed me, really. I bounced once, arms and legs flailing, hair falling in my face. By the time I pushed it away and propped myself up on my elbows, he was standing at the foot of the bed, dick in his fist. I opened my mouth to speak, to yell at him or beg him to stick it in, I don’t know, but he was stroking himself, and he moaned. My mouth snapped shut.

“I’m not gonna fuck you,” I scoffed, offended, pissed even. “Yet.” He let himself go and placed his hands on the mattress, then climbed onto the edge of the bed and started crawling towards me.

It was so fucking hot. His cheeks were flushed, his hair wild from my hands, his eyes dark. I backed away, moving up the bed until my shoulders met the headboard. He didn’t stop coming, and I didn’t want him to. Instinctively, my knees bent and my legs fell open, inviting him in. But he didn’t settle there, when his hands reached me, he grabbed me by the calf and threw my leg over his shoulder on his way down. 

His mouth opened over damp silk and I cried out, his name or God’s, I’m not sure, but his lips and tongue were moving against me and I may have blacked out. I came to when one of his hands skimmed up my inner thigh, and he broke away long enough to slip two fingers under the material and tug it aside. 

Jake Kiszka’s tongue was on my actual, bare pussy. 

My shoulders sagged against the headboard as I reached for him, burying my fingers in his already tangled and unruly hair, our eyes met and he dragged his tongue over me again and again.

“Shit, you were right, this is better,” I panted. He smiled against my cunt and I felt it. I smiled too.

My cheeks hurt I was smiling so hard, until he laser-focused his attention to my clit. His lips wrapped around it and he sucked it past them, my jaw dropped. 

“Oh, oh my God, oh my God!” He was good at this. Too good. The beginnings of an orgasm were already swirling, tightening in my belly, making my toes tingle. The tip of his tongue moving against me until he opened his mouth over me again, and I felt it plunge inside me. The sounds I was making were unholy but I had no shame, I couldn’t feel anything other than need. I needed to scream, I needed to come, I needed him. 

He brought a hand up around my thigh and ran his thumb over my folds, licking himself as he lapped at me, then swirled it over my clit as his tongue fucked me. Before I could even moan, two fingers from his other hand replaced his tongue inside me.

“Jake!”

His head tilted and he pressed his lips against my thigh, kissed it and grinned. “Yes?” Fingers everywhere, filling me and fucking me, circling the most sensitive part of me - I forgot what I wanted to say, if I had even wanted to. Instead I pulled his mouth back, he slid his thumb away and flicked his tongue against me. 

“Yessss, yes just like that, please!” I let my eyes close and stars were already dancing behind my lids, I was close, so close, and I told him so. I moaned it and his fingers plunged deep and curled. I screamed it and he sucked my clit back into his mouth. 

I came hard, nails dug into his scalp, bucking my hips against his face, screaming his name. 

It was unreal. College guys had nothing, fucking nothing, on him.

Before my muscles had even relaxed, he lifted his head from between my thighs and moved up my body, his fingers still pumping slowly inside me as he kissed my hip, my stomach, my breast on his way up to my mouth. He tasted like me when my tongue touched his, and he eased his fingers from my body. 

“Absolutely fucking stunning, breathtaking.”

His breath was taken? I still couldn’t breathe, my chest continued to heave as he left the bed, taking my panties down my legs with him, and I could barely lift my head to see what he was doing. My eyes closed and I felt the mattress dip with his weight as he returned and settled on his heels between my legs, still splayed open. I cracked an eyelid and found him watching me, wrapped condom held between his fingers. 

Under his gaze, I shifted down until my head rested on the pillows, spreading my legs wider, pussy presented to him on a silver fucking platter.

This was happening. There was absolutely no way this was not happening. Not this time.

“Now, Jake.” Unrecognizable, my voice had a distinct sex kitten-like quality that I loved as soon as it hit my ears. He must have loved it too, because his dick twitched and he gripped it. I reached up and snatched the condom from his fingers, tore it open and started rolling it on while his eyes bugged out and his jaw fell slack.

“Jesus, not your first time, huh?” My hand replaced his around him and I stroked, he leaned over me and I guided the head to my center, moved it through the slick pool of arousal there. He paused, poised to enter me, and met my eyes.

“I’m pretty much out of firsts, Jake.”

His eyes closed, his hips rocked forward, and he pushed just past my opening, the tip not even fully inside me.

I tilted my own hips up, he slipped a fraction of an inch deeper. I whispered, and it was sexy, and seductive. “It could’ve been you.”

He sucked in a sharp breath, opened his eyes and we watched each other’s faces as he sunk deeper, slowly, to the hilt. “It should’ve been me.”

Stunned, speechless, we stayed like that. Unmoving, bodies connected, eyes locked. He broke first, dropping his lips to mine and rocking into me softly. A sound I’d never heard before, quieter than a moan, crept up his throat, trapped behind his lips as they caressed mine. My legs lifted, cradling him between my thighs and wrapping around him. 

It was gentle, sweet. The exact opposite of how I knew it would’ve been, if I’d let him be my first, thinking he wasn’t. 

I felt my cheeks warm, my eyes pool with tears. I blinked them away. This was everything I’d wanted and more. I knew I’d been an idiot to think otherwise. Especially when he pulled back and delivered a quick, deep thrust and there was no pain. Only pleasure bloomed inside me, hot and volatile. 

“Again, more…”

An excellent listener, he repeated it. Again, again, and I met each thrust with my own. Our kiss turned frantic, sloppy, lips and tongues clashing and pushing, pulling and taking. The temperature in the room was rising with the heat of our skin, our bodies slipping against each other. He lifted his chest from mine, hands braced on the pillows on either side of my head, and the conditioned air on our damp skin made us both groan in ecstasy.

I damn near came again, almost commented on it but he dropped back down and shoved an arm between me and the mattress, rolled us both. We laughed as we landed, his hair strewn across the pillow and mine falling in his face. My laughter stuck in my throat when he grabbed onto my thighs and pulled, tucking my knees against his hips and forcing me to sit. I propped myself up with my hands on his chest and fell back into the rhythm, my hips rolling. 

“Goddamn, you feel so good, look so good riding me.”

My head fell back as his words rippled through me, his fingertips digging into me, his hands moving my body over his. He brought one to my chest, squeezed me roughly, rolled my nipple with his fingers, pinched it. Hard.

“Yes!” He did the same to the other, my pussy clenched around him. 

“You like when it hurts a little, don’t you?”

“I- I don’t know, I guess so- ohhh!” He wrapped a hand around each tit and sunk his fingertips into my flesh, then kneaded them both, ran the pads of his thumbs over the peaks. 

“Fuck, that’s so hot. You’re fucking perfect.”

Yeah, I lost my mind a little bit. My hips bucked wildly in his lap. Perfect? Me? My nails pressed into his skin, I dragged them down his chest, reveling in the sharp hiss sucked between his teeth, the way his own hips lifted from the bed and he fucked into me. Sharp, fast thrusts hitting me so deep I was screaming his name. He sat up and pulled my face to his, kissed me hard, bit down on my bottom lip, and then tipped me backwards.

My head was nearly hanging off the end of the bed, but really, who cares? My ankles locked behind his back and he was slamming his hips into the back of my thighs.

Fuck, was I gonna come? He had to be close. I lifted my head, now very much hanging off the bed, to ask him.

Beep. Click.

His hips stuttered and paused, we both whipped our heads to the door, which was fucking opening. 

Josh appeared, his foot crossed the threshold and he was looking down at his phone. 

“GET OUT!!” We yelled in unison. Josh’s head popped up, his eyes went huge, and then he laughed. 

“Shit, sorry guys.” He started backing out into the hall, the door creaking closed. “About time,” We heard him chuckling to himself and the door clicked behind him.

Jake turned his face back to me and seemed to realize for the first time that I was barely on the mattress. An arm wrapped around my back and he shifted us until I could look him in the eyes.

“What the fuck…” I whispered up at him.

His smile was subtle and affectionate before it stretched to a full grin, and he huffed a laugh.

“There was no fucking way I was stopping.”

I matched his grin and lifted to pull a kiss from his lips. “Good.”

He tucked his face into my neck and began the roll of his body into mine again. I let my hands roam across his back as he kissed and nipped my skin and his thrusts picked up speed. The orgasm that had been teasing me before we were interrupted built again quickly, and Jake was panting in my ear. 

But then… then. A whisper. Low and deep, but a whisper nonetheless. 

My name, my real name, hit my ear and I gasped, right on the edge.

“Come for me. Please come for me.”

How could I say no?

It broke, crashed, consumed me. His name on my lips as I tightened, writhed, and shook for him. 

He didn’t stop, didn’t slow, he chased after me and followed into the flames. My name burned into my flesh by his kisses, a guttural groan as he came inside me. 

Easily the best orgasm I’d ever had. Easily.

Because he’s just a man, albeit an incredibly hot, multiple-orgasm-inducing man, he collapsed on top of me. I let him. I ran my hands over his sweat-dampened hair and the soft skin of his back and we both caught our breath. Then he started giggling. 

I pinched his ass. “What’s so funny, Kiszka?”

His head popped up and he propped himself on an elbow, a wide grin splitting his face in half, gorgeous. “I can’t believe we waited so long to do that, that might’ve been the best sex I’ve ever had.”

We both laughed as I slapped his chest. “Might be?!”

“Okay okay, you’re right.” He looked at me dreamily, his eyes bouncing around my face. “It was the best.”

Because I’m a woman, albeit a mind-blowing sex goddess, I started overthinking. I couldn’t help it! You should’ve seen the way he was looking at me. 

“Jake…” He lifted his eyebrows, I lifted a hand to his face, tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear. “What does this mean?”

Those eyebrows knitted together, a quick moment to think that over. Then he kissed me, soft and slow. 

“I don’t know what it means. But I do know this hotel has free breakfast downstairs, so be up and ready by nine.” His smile stretched again, and I couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Oooh, do you think they have French toast? That’s Sam’s favorite.”

He attacked me, tickled me until I had tears in my eyes, kissed me until I was breathless, and fell asleep with his arms around me.

The truth is, I don’t remember the exact moment I fell utterly, completely in love with Jake Kiszka. Maybe you should ask him. 

[usagikookiejams]

THEY SAW SOMEONE 'FLIRTS' WITH YOU

Baji Keisuke, Haitani Ran, Hitto Kakucho

Baji Keisuke

Baji walked over to the spot he promised to meet you after school. Upon his arrival, he could see a guy was flirting with you. He saw how the guy was leaning towards you in a friendly manner, making his blood boiled. Baji knew that he shouldn't act violently as he's still inside the school perimeters, hence might risk getting in trouble. However, he didn't realize how his body was moving on its own and landing a punch on the guy's face. The guy stumbled backward on the ground and looked up at him, 'What was that for!?,' said the poor guy. Baji took his glasses off and smiled sinisterly at him. The guy trembled and immediately ran away. 'What was that for, Kei?,' you asked him. 'I don't like how he was flirting with you, it's utterly disgusting to say the least,' he shoved his glasses inside his school uniform pocket. You tried to hold your laughter but failed miserably, 'You know he was the new guy in school, right? He was asking me directions to the Principal's office. He admitted to be semi-deaf too so he asked me beforehand to explain near to his ear. How could you do that Kei, pfttt!.' It could be said that Baji felt embarrassed for the whole week and tried to 'talk' to the guy to ensure he didn't report him to the school office. Yeah, he definitely didn't beg him, yup I assured you he didn't. Maybe just maybe... if you paid attention enough, you could see how Baji was following the guy to talk things through, just maybe tho~

Haitani Ran

You and Ran went to the supermarket to get some groceries. You told him that you will fetch some items from the other aisle, and he needs to just stay there. 15 minutes passed-by, but you still didn't come back. So, he went to look around for you. He noticed a familiar figure that is yours and went to that direction but his movement halted upon seeing someone talking to you, a guy to be exact. Without thinking thoroughly, he went to you and slung his arm around your shoulders, 'Look at this dumb man trying to flirt with what is mine, how shameless,' he smirked at the guy. 'Excuse me, what?,' 'Stop acting dumb, I know you're trying to flirt with my girl here, isn't that right babe?.' Your mouth hung open in disbelief and you dragged him away, not before apologizing to that guy. 'Babee, why should you apologized to him? He made you uncomfortable didn't he?,' Ran asked as he's quite confused with the situation. 'No Ran. That guy over there is my uncle! Now, I want you to go there and apologize sincerely to him!,' you demanded him. Ran almost felt his soul leaving his body upon hearing that. Best to say that whenever you visited your uncle after that, Ran always bring luxurious gifts for him though it has been months since then.

Hitto Kakucho

You and Kakucho has been dating for almost a year. Today marked your first anniversary with him, thus both of you had a plan priorly to celebrate at the 5-star restaurant across the town. You had a great conversation with him throughout the night, when the spotlight suddenly aimed towards you. 'Oh my, what is this?,' you said gleefully. Kakucho came to your side and held out his hand, 'Do you mind dancing with me on the dance floor?.' The other customers were applausing for you guys, meanwhile you could hear the classical music playing in the background. After finishing the dance, Kakucho talked to the mic, telling how grateful he is to love you and enjoy your love hopefully until forever. You could see some of the customers shed tears, and so did you. After returning to your table, you dismissed yourself to the ladies' to fix your makeup. Kakucho waited for about 5 minutes and could see your figure approaching. But before you could come back to the table, he saw a guy came towards you and hugging you. Kakucho immediately walked towards both of you and pull the man aside, 'Don't you dare touching my girl! Do that again and I will make sure your fingers are cut off'. The guy looks petrified and looked at you. 'Calm down honey! It's okay, nothing bad happened. This guy is my brother, remember?' you tried to reasoned with him. Never in his life Kakucho felt this kind of embarrassment, for the next hour and so on, there he was, still asking for your brother's forgiveness despite had been forgiven.

[ddagent]

If you're still doing the scenarios - I'd love to see the whole von Braun trying to get Margo to date someone else so she starts dating Sergei.

I am! Any of these are still fair game, as are any other prompts. I'm focusing this week on really spending time with my hobbies, so expect lots of writing! :)

Margo slipped out of a side door, unnoticed by any of her colleagues at JSC, and walked over to where Sergei had parked on the back lot. He was sitting in the driver's side, listening along to a classical music station, with two Styrofoam cups of coffee from a diner a few blocks over. She slid in, just as he moved the cups off the passenger seat. Margo was immediately greeted by the warm, loving smile of her fake boyfriend.

"Good morning, Margo." Sergei offered her one of the cups. "You know, I could have picked you up from your home. It would have been more believable that way."

She took a sip of the coffee. He'd already sweetened it for her. "It's fine."

"It would have been no trouble—"

"—I sleep here, Sergei. In my office." She jabbed a finger in his direction. "And don't you dare criticise me for that; the only person who sleeps in their office more than me is you."

He raised his hands in mock surrender. Margo knew she should be nicer – after all, Sergei was doing her a huge favour pretending to be her boyfriend. But it was one thing telling Von Braun that she was dating Sergei Nikulov when he kept foisting engineers and academics on her; it was a whole other thing to walk into JSC as a couple. But it had to be believable. Everyone, from Emma Jorgens to Thomas Paine, had to believe that they were a couple. It was the only way to avoid the flush of suitors interrupting dinners and conferences.

"Are you ready?" Sergei asked, as he turned off the radio.

Margo nodded. "I'm ready."

They got out of Sergei's car and began their walk to the front of JSC. A couple of new arrivals in the lot had clocked their little coffee date on the front seat; another stared as they walked, hips occasionally bumping together. Margo's palms felt damp. She was unsure how to act, what to do with her hands. Her last boyfriend had been a middle school dalliance that had only lasted half as long as it did because she forgot to break up with him before winter break. She'd never seen the point of relationships if there was no guaranteed outcome of success. Sex was different. Guaranteed outcome, strict parameters, sought after only when necessary.

Margo Madison was many things but a romantic she was not.

"Relax, Margo." Sergei's hand slid into hers. He didn't flinch at the clamminess of her palms. "This is all we have to do. Just walk in, with your hand in mine."

"Sounds simple enough."

They kept walking. Simple. Sergei kept holding her hand. Also simple. As they approached the doors, his hand slipped away to open the door for her, before settling on the small of her back as they moved inside. Wholly unnecessary and complicated. But the small act of chivalry certainly caught the attention from those waiting in the lobby. Emma Jorgens at reception gave a wide, almost knowing smile as the two passed by. There were whispers, and stares, and a few chuckles. Margo felt the urge to snatch back her hand, to recoil and run to her office and hide in calculations and procedures until the world went quiet again.

A thumb ran along hers. She stared up at Sergei, his gaze sympathetic. "How can you stand it? All the looks?"

"I am used to it by now." Margo couldn't quite imagine, though she had played nurse when two of the astronauts had taken their anger out on Sergei, despite the fact that he had defected in 1968. His hand squeezed hers. "Still, it is nice to be stared at for something so wonderful."

Sergei smiled at her and Margo's stomach somersaulted. So, as soon as they were in the elevator, away from prying eyes, Margo snatched her hand back and put as much distance between them as the tin box would allow.

[color-craz]

AF MidWeek Round-up!

This is just a simple post compiling all of my attacks so far along with some artists notes! Mostly because I found myself much more active this year than last year (Minus these few couple days due to some appointments). I'll be tagging everyone and linking to other socials so you can see these lovely folks. Of course if you want to attack me, I'm ready to fight! Without further ado, here's all the attacks so far :>

@cosmicdenro @stellarknightz - Weekend Date The name of the game for these first few attacks was to get everyone who I was supposed to last year but ran out of time ^^;;. I decided upon Jesse's Zircon over Jesse the character (one in my bookmarks) b/c it seemed like Turquoise Zircon was less drawn this year but was his icon on AF. So easy pick from me :> (Btw doing Sodalite's stripes and copying Zircon's shape language was really fun!!)

@/clawothy (Twitter) - Chill Cat Another attack from last years bookmarks! It was definitely a soft but enjoyable opening into drawing furries since Claw's so human shaped. It was fun drawing his tail and patterns :>. This is just a nice character design all around.

@twidaisi - Speedy Service Twi was also one from my bookmarks, but also a doorway down an ArtFight rabbit hole. Which will become apparent in the next two pieces. For this one, I had a pretty clear pose in mind so I placed it onto O.R.B.I and went from there!! His design is so neat and he seems so cool! The pose was also pretty fun to do as well, just an overall fun art piece (Also this one got a revenge!!! I still really really love thank you so much!!!!!)

@scratchgeist - Escapism Ho! This was a doozy! Twi had Scratch's profile linked so I ended up hitting him with an attack too. Drawing Scratch's mane turned out to be a pleasant experience despite me originally fearing it. This scene idea also came from a prompt of Scratch going outside. I ended up putting Polish on this because all those scratchy "ink like" lines I actually did manually (take a fuzzy brush and then go over it using a sketchbook eraser). It was nice dipping my toes into BatIM again and trying out more animal feature.

@/stylin.art Instagram @/crypticc0rpse Instagram - Pirates in arms One of those two people were linked on Scratch's profile and the person linked also linked to the other person. But I realized that both Stylin and Crypt had some shared characters. So this ended my little rabbit hole of people by attacking these two lovely fellows at the same time. This little crossing swords idea took me a nice minute to come up with but I liked how it ended up anyway. I really did like drawing James together like this (probably helps that I really like pirates in general). Also yes I know her hand is fucked up I noticed way to late to fix it.

@smoresthehalloweenqueen - Listen to the waves Once I finished up with that I moved onto the next bookmark, which was Smores! Originally I was gonna draw Brutus but then I was like "I like his sona it looks like fun!" So I drew them listening to music because why not :>. I struggled on the arms initially but it came out real clean and nice. Honestly might be my best work so far! (Fun fact, I color picked the waves + background from Seafoam's icon.)

@skittisketch - I got it! Mr. Sascachawean himself! I referenced this pose form the classic Objection point because I thought it would fit his personality. This was also a little bit of a test with a style I had only done in sketches (Basically my human style but omitting a neck which somehow shaves off a lot of time). This was a super fun pose to do with a pretty nice background! (Once again, fucked up hand I know I noticed too late again)

@justpainterrobot - Rare Nightly Sight I had this really really clear picture of what I thought up for this attack and I'm happy that I was able to make it a reality. I put the polish tag on this one because I almost got super super detailed of what the junk was below her (Stuff coming down from Elysium n all that) but due to a lack of references I just went with typical metal and wood. Fun fact, the night sky in the background is based on the one from Deponia itself (The first game's scenes with the professor at night). I think this rewrite of Toni was really cool from what I could find about her. Overall a labor of love type of attack.

@coelpts @swan-swanno - Boss Battle I thought to myself "Hm, I see Coelpts around a lot, lets hit him with an attack." and it turns out Ciel's gay married to Swanno's charater Mikhail, who was the last one in my bookmarks from last year. So another double attack for this one! It was a struggle starting this one mostly because I was debating whether or not to draw Ciel's Lord outfit but I ended up doing so because why not :>. It was a fun experience copying Swanno's more angular style, which is a stark departure from my more rounded shapes (As you can see here). Has a nice venture doing the lighting as well, overall a good experience.

@tailsylennon - Sweet Treats Mitchell showed off Tasily's proflie one day and I saw their sona and was I was like "Lemme draw it!" and did! I ended up following another prompt by her because it was their birthday! (By the time I started on this it was 8 pm and I freaked tf out and got to work). Her sona was really cool and I really loved drawing them. Fun fact, each of the set pieces references the Hallows Souls trio. The chair is decorated after Terra, Markus is the table, and Whistle pallet is used for the tea set :>. It was just a pleasant and cozy attack to make overall.

@ceaseless-enemy - Congratulations!!!! I've actually known about Voila for quite awhile now and thought his design n theaming is quite neat! I actually based the pose off of Ai from Oshi No Ko (I think one of her key arts before the anime released, ifykyk). But I skillfully cut out the legs because I can't draw digitigrade legs... Hooray... Otherwise it was quite nice to work on this attack in particular, especially the eyes and the hair :>.

@killbent - Getting Ready This is another one I had a real clear idea of prior to doing this, specifically because Killbent gave a prompt to give Mr Fairchime pink hair, so i thought a "pre-show" set up would look nice :>. The lighting was another new venture for me, because I usually do cool/night time like lighting but I think it turned out nicely for Fairchime. It was also fun doing the accessories and stuff on the vanity as well. Fun Fact, it's a bit hard to see through the watermark + lighting but the face paint and pallet both have the colors of his make up! Overall a pleasant and warm attack for this year.

And that's all of them so far! I picked up some new bookmarks + I gotta get Twi back for drawing Compact!! So those will probably be compiled by the end of AF so about, early August-ish if I keep up the pace. Anyway, thank you so much for reading and gracing me with the opportunity to draw all of these amazing characters!

Until next time!

-Gappy, Witch of the Stars

[sims-fileshare-finder]

Fixing Broken CC - Step by Step

I've noticed that over the years, CC I loved in the past get left, well, in the past. Build essentials and item go-tos get destroyed by updates and the modders who made them never return. So I have compiled a guide to get your broken cc back up and running. Software to install: Sims 4 Studio (S4S) [windows] [mac] Believe it or not, but at least half of the issues I have ever faced could could be solved by s4s. Right up at the top bar is a menu item called "Content Management" > Batch Fixes. This is your best friend.

Most any batch that broke CC can be quickly (do note that if you have a lot of cc, the word "quickly" should be changed to "slowly but automatically") fixed for you. Once the script has finished updating your CC, you will get to see what CC updated, what cc could not be updated, and what CC did not need to be fixed by the script. But what if it didn't help? What if you're like me, with an adorable music box CC item that still has the option "Listen to..." instead of "Play", rendering it useless? What then? Since you have downloaded (and hopefully ran) S4S at least once, you should have a sims4studio folder in your DOCUMENTS folder on your computer.

Inside of this folder, you're going to click on "Mods" and drag and drop the CC item that you want to edit

Now you are going to want to go to S4S and select Object Override. (click on the word "Object" to proceed).

In the drop downs section, find "Content" and select "Custom". If you do not see your custom content, close and reopen S4S.

Save the package file somewhere where you will be able to find it later. I choose my downloads folder. Give it a name (I choose the items original name then add "- Edited"). Once it is saved, you will be on an overwhelming screen. Ignore it. At the top, you will see two options: Studio and Warehouse. Select Warehouse then go a little higher to where it says "Tools". Select Extract Tuning...

What we are going to do from here is rip the working parts off of a base game EA item. In my case, I will be ripping the functionality off of an EA stereo. Almost any item you would be fixing would be under the naming convention "object/object_[item name]". in the top bar, type that.

Pick anything that will work. In my case, that would be the highlighted item. After you have selected the item from the list, click "Add to current Package". and close the window. Now towards the bottom of that Warehouse tab, you should see something called "Object Tuning". For me, it is the second to the bottom.

When you click on it, you get two tabs on the right-hand side: XML and Data.

--OPTIONAL SECTION--

In XML, you can change some interesting things. In my case, I want to change "Trigger_random_state" which controls what radio stations get selected when you click turn on > random in game.

Personally, I don't want my music box playing anything by Lullabies, Classical, and Baroque, even when randomly playing music. If you scroll down a bit to "client states, you can find a list of every radio station.

For my example of only letting a music box play Classical, Lullabies, and Baroque, I will delete everything from "client_states" except those options (keep stereochannel_off and stereochannel_randomPick).

Make sure to keep every <u> and </u> as well as the </L> at the end. Now you can copy the stations you kept and go up to the random section from before.

You might notice that the random section has n="state_value" where our added items all have n="key". We will want to fix that.

Delete our "off" and "randomPick" options then delete the preexisting options in the trigger_random_state.

--EXIT OPTIONAL SECTION-- Now that your item does what you want it to do and you have (optionally) deleted functionality that you don't want the item to have, you should be able to mess with the "Data" tab.

Change the "Name" section to [your name]:[object name]. Once you click off of that box (or hit enter), you will see that the TuningId becomes a lot longer.

Go to the "Object Definition" file from the right side of your screen.

In there you will see Tuning and Tuning ID. Copy the name you just wrote in Object Tuning > Data to the Tuning box and the TuningId from Object Tuning > Data to the other TuningId. (TuningId might autofill for you. Just copy and paste anyway to be sure).

Now you should be able to save this file and move it back into your Sims 4 mods folder. --RESULTS-- The white, unedited music box still has the old (and broken) "Listen to" function.

However, our edited music box now has the working "Turn on" function.

[AUTHORS NOTE: I accidentally deleted the 'Sims Data' file in S4S, so the 'Put in inventory' option did not show up in screenshots. If you follow my directions to a T and do not accidentally delete "pointless files", you should see all of the options.]

And even better, now the music box can only play the three stations that we wanted it to in the optional section.

--FINAL NOTES-- Let's say you're like me. You have a couple of music boxes that need to be fixed. Going through all of these steps all over again is more hassle than its word. That's where the "Import" and "Export buttons come into handy. On BOTH the Object Tuning and Sims Data XML files you have on the object you have JUST EDITED, click the "Export" button and save the xml files as somethings like "Music Box Object Tuning" and "Music Box Sim Data".

Once you have exported both files, begin the first steps two of this process (Object > Override then selecting the item you wish to override). At the bottom of the Workshop page. you will see an "Add" button. Click on it, then add an Object Tuning and a Sim Data file.

Once you have both, they will look like this and be completely empty.

Now go ahead and click the import button (right next to the export button we used earlier) and import the tuning xml and the data xml into their appropriate files in S4S. If you go to Object Tuning > Data, you will see that the name of the tuning stayed the same BUT THE TUNING ID DID NOT. Once these items have been added, go ahead and update the Object Definition and use the "save" button in the bottom right corner. Now all you have to do is click and drag this file into your mods folder! Happy Simming!

[femscottlang]

The CPA and SSA- Part three

part one part two part three

Aaron Hotchner x accountant! reader

Summary- The case they're currently working on has gotten bad, the unsub has been stalking the team and they need a safe place to stay. Luckily, Aaron has a girlfriend in Arlington that he has yet to tell the team about. 

Contents/ warnings; description of cases, a little bit of hurt/comfort, established relationship, just overall kinda fluffy and sweet :) 

N/A- Sorry this took so long !! I am almost done with finals and will have a t o n of time to update and part 2 of S&M is coming soon!

Send me asks and requests! im happy to do blurbs on characters from CM and MCU :)

You silenced your watch buzzing against your wrist, opting for the vibration rather than an alarm in hopes of not waking the man holding you. You grumbled quietly and turned to face Aaron. This immediately erased your irritation from having to rise with the sun. For once, his brows were not furrowed and his face was completely relaxed. He looked 5 years younger with the worry washed away. You traced a finger along his jaw and pressed a kiss to his cheek. You struggled to wriggle out of his tight grasp, gently rolling the heavy sleeper over in order to finally escape. You stretched and then stood there watching him for another minute before going to the bathroom to get ready for the day 

Hotch rolled over to wrap his arms around you before feeling am empty space. He shot up before he heard the sink turn on and you humming along to the classical music playing quietly. He sighed with a smile and looked at his watch. 6:32 AM. Even though Jack wasn’t there, you kept to your routine of waking up earlier to take a little time to yourself to get ready before either of them woke up. He ran his fingers through his hair and rolled his shoulders back. You walked out as you were running a brush through your hair “I was just about to wake you up. Felt it was unfair to get you up at 6” you said, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him and kissing him on the cheek

“You know, I always wake up when you’re getting ready? I just don’t get out of bed so you can have your alone time” he mumbled, reaching out and pulling you into his chest “thank you” you rubbed his arm and tried to sit up “Aaron you're gonna wrinkle my work clothes” you squirmed “Hon, let me go!” you laughed as he squeezed tighter before letting you go, getting out of bed and helping you up 

“Do you have to go to work? Its honestly best if you don’t.” he said in a more serious tone. You looked at him for a second then huffed “should I really not go? Is it that serious?” 

He nodded “Please?” he added, giving a guilty smile, you reached around to run your fingers through the back of his hair, “I won’t go if it's that important to you. On one condition. You have to keep the shirt on until after breakfast.” you grinned, letting go of him and turning to look at the stupid shirt he had on. If you didn’t know any better you would have assumed he was like every other dad in DC, but Aaron was special. Different.

He groaned “Fine! Fine. I'll wear it.” he grumbled in defeat, running his fingers through his bedhead before leaning forward to put his head against your shoulder as a not-so-subtle way of smelling your perfume. Rhubarb, sandalwood, and gardenia flooded his senses. The scent that was so uniquely you. Like a warm spring morning after a storm, wandering through a farmers market in your rainboots. 

You let yourself take a moment and appreciate the sight in front of you. It was rare to see him so relaxed, even around you. Drowsiness radiating off of him, his shirt wrinkled from sleeping, slouching in order to be closer to you. Even though you couldnt see his face, you could feel him smile against your blouse.  “I’ll call out then.” you murmured, rubbing his back 

“it’ll give me a break from having to deal with interns”  you rolled your neck in a circle as an attempt to stretch out the crick in your neck from using Aaron’s arm as a pillow. You weren’t much of a cuddler before you had met aaron, preferring your space when you slept and claiming you just got too hot at night. But after the first night sharing a bed with Aaron you were hooked. He held you as if someone would steal you from him. When you would move away, he would find a way to always be touching you, even if it was just his hand on your back. 

“Good. They can find someone else.” He said, finally sitting up and pressing a kiss to your temple before going to the bathroom to brush his teeth. You go to the closet and trade your blouse for one of aarons FBI t-shirts and your slacks for shorts.

You looked back at the bathroom to see Aaron trying to smooth out the wrinkles in his shirt. You shook your head with a smile and walked down to the kitchen to start making breakfast for everyone. You heard heavy footsteps down your creaky stairs, not bothering to turn around to see who it was. The routine happens the same almost every day, with the exception of you being coerced into taking a sick day. After you preheated the oven, you poured a cup of black coffee into a cat-shaped mug and put a spoonful of honey in, leaving it on the edge of the counter for Aaron. He took the cup and replaced it with your phone and speaker, still playing the same classical music playlist you always had on. 

“You didn’t have to wake up, you’re no good in the kitchen” you hummed, reaching into the fridge to pull out a carton of eggs. 

“That may be true but if I didn’t wake up, I wouldn’t be able to watch you cook.” he said, leaning against the counter as he carefully took a sip of his coffee as to not burn his mouth.

“You’d think with how often you watch me, you’d learn a thing or two” you teased, cracking all the eggs into a bowl and handing it to Aaron to scramble.

“So snarky first thing in the morning.” he feigned offense as he grabbed a fork out of the cutlery drawer. You looked over at him with a grin, shaking your head “You wouldn’t be with me if I was agreeable.” you stated matter of factly, reaching around him to change the song. 

“That’s…true.” he chuckled, putting the bowl on the counter to watch you cut up some mushrooms and tomatoes. You put all the ingredients into a baking dish and stuck it in the oven before turning to face him. 

He put down his coffee and held out his hand. You took it as he pulled you into his chest, intertwining his fingers with yours and placing his open hand on your waist. You placed yours on his shoulder as he began to sway with you. He let go of your waist briefly to spin you with a downturned smile, leading you back to him to place a kiss on your forehead. 

Penelope got up out of Jack’s racecar bed and walked down into the hallway towards the kitchen, smelling the fresh coffee. She looked in the kitchen before halting her steps and going into the guest room. She shook Emily and JJ awake “you two get up right now and come see whats going on in the kitchen” 

“Garcia, is it really worth missing a little more sleep?” Emily groaned as JJ silently got up and stretched 

“Just get up, shes not gonna let you sleep any longer” JJ said before motioning for Penelope to lead the way. The two women followed her to the entryway of the kitchen, pointing at the two of you dancing.

The oven beeped and you went to let go of him in order to pull the frittata out of the oven. Before you could, he tightened his grip on you “C’mon, Ronnie. It’s gonna burn and I dont want to go out to get more food” You groaned 

“One more song, Pumpkin” he insisted, dipping you so you could not reach the stove. You squealed and swung your head back, letting you see what was behind you.

“Good morning ladies,” you said as Aaron put you back on your feet and went to grab the oven mitts silently. You covered your mouth to hide your laughter and mouthed “He is just embarrassed” silently to the girls. 

"Didn't know you were such a romantic, boss man" Emily snickered as you handed her a cup of coffee and went to set out cream and sugar for everyone

"I'm not" He grumbled, picking back up his coffee after he set the pan on the cooling rack.

"When you try to reprimand, your subordinates maybe don't be holding a cat mug, Hotch" JJ chimed

Once everyone was up and around the dining room table, you had gotten into a debate with Spencer about Pavlov's Dogs.

“I don't know how ethical that is…” Spencer muttered, you waved your hand in dismissal “No no. It’s for his own good. Every time he walks past me I give him a kiss and a sip of water. That way every time he walks past me he will get thirsty and want a drink of water. I'm forcefully hydrating him!” 

“You are evil, you know that right?” 

“I am fully aware. I already did this to my subordinates to get them to turn their spreadsheets in on time.” you grinned, grabbing Aaron's arm as he walked past you to get to the living room. You pulled him down and gave him a kiss on the cheek before holding up your water bottle “Water, honey?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes.

He smiled and leaned over, taking a sip “Thank you, love.” he kissed your hand that clung to his wrist before slipping away and going to talk to Rossi.

“Wow.” Spencer chuckled and leaned back in his seat. “Honestly I am more shocked that he has not catched on”

You smiled and shrugged “Honestly? He probably has.”

[batboysoneshots]

Ears

Saw this cute comic on Pinterest and just had to write a one shot for it.

Summary: Little Robin (Dick) wants ears like Batman so he asks Alfred if he could make them.

Dick is 9 he's been Robin for a year.

Third person pov...

Batman and Robin were on their way back to the cave, they had just finished their patrol of the city.

As the Batmoblie zoomed through the dark streets of Gotham little Dick Grayson sat curled up a frown upon his face, Batman's cape over his shoulders like a huge blanket, he had a problem.

He wanted ears. Not actually animal ears no, instead he wants ears for his Robin suit, like Bruce has ears for his Bat suit.

The little boy loved Batman's ears, he loved to play with then when the man put him on his shoulders, and he thought they looked cool.

Pouting in his seat the little boy had a plan, innocent blue eyes light up. 'I'll ask Alfie to make me some'

Eyes swimming with happiness the young boy could not help but grin, next to him Bruce was confused at what made his partner so happy.

As they arrived home Dick flipped out of the car once it stopped, he then ran upstairs forgetting to take off his suit.

he was too excited to tell Alfred about his idea. Bruce watched with a slight chuckle as his son bounded upstairs.

"he'll come back down when he remembers" he says before turning to the Bat computer, he had some files to write up.

Once he came through the secret entrance Dick ran off in search of the Butler.

"Alfie!"

"In here master Dick" 

Came Alfreds voice, Dick grins and runs into the lounge, the man was sat on one of the plush one seaters, a small glass filled with whiskey on the coffee table, gentle classical music playing from the record player in the corner of the room.

Dicks face lit up when he saw the man. "Hi Alfie!" Alfred smiles back at the energetic child. "Hello son, what's got you so exited then?" he asks the child, Dick got even more excited he stood next to Alfred bouncing on the feet.

"Alfie can you make me ears!" exclaims Dick, Alfred is confused as he looks at the child in front of him. "What do you mean ears?" he asks, Dick then makes Bat ear shapes on his head.

"Like Bruce has for Batman, could you make some for me please?" he asks the butler, the action causing a laugh to tumble out. Alfred pats the boys' head. "of course, Master Dick" he smiled.

Dick gasps and climbs over the arm of the seat, clambering onto the man's lap, he then wraps his arms around the man hugging him tightly. "Thank you thank you!" he speaks, Alfred hugs the boy back.

A few hours of designing and sewing later. "This is so cool!" exclaims the boy as his twirls around in his yellow cape, now equipped with a yellow hood but with ears. Alfred sits in his chair watching as the boy twirls.

"Thank you, Alfie," says Dick grinning widely at the man, he loved his new ears. Putting away the supplies Alfred answers. "of course, master dick, why don't you go show master Bruce" he tells the excited child.

Dick stops twirling before turning to the old grandfather clock. Eyes wide in remembrance. "Oh yeah I'll go show him!" giggling the 9 year old runs off to the cave to show his dad.

Bruce was drinking his now cold coffee taking a break from the big screen and the files he was almost finished with, suddenly he heard someone coming down the cave stairs. It was Dick.

"Bruce! Bruce looks what Alfred made for me!" he exclaims running towards his mentor, as he turned around Bruce almost spat his coffee out in surprise, his son so to say looked unbelievably adorable with his new appendages.

The white eyes of Bruces mask widened as he saw the ears on his sons' head, Dick twirled so the man could see.

"I look like you now" he said giggling, Bruce took out a small camera he keeps in his belt (he has so much in there) and snaps a picture of the boy.

He smiles. "You look great chum, Alfred did a great job" he praises, the bundle of energy smiles back.

When Alfred came to check on the two, he them sat on the at the Batcomputer, Bruce in his bat suit, typing away at the keyboard.

With his brightly colourful son sat curled up on his lap, part of the black cape tucked around his shoulders, with his ears still on.

The end!

Hope you liked this one shot, I certainly do! As usual sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count: 816

[cetaitlaverite]

Why All This Music?

Masters of the Air - Rosie Rosenthal x OC

masterlist is linked here <333

18. Nothing to Write Home About

Freddie had decided to finish work early today. Now that she was leading the Corona operations at Thorpe Abbotts she could afford herself such luxuries. It had only been during the sleepover last night, when Millie and Jem had reminded her that for all intents and purposes she was now her own boss, that Freddie discovered all of the negatives which came with ranking so highly could also be balanced by positives. So, yes, she had a lot of stressful responsibilities, a big workload, and few moments of peace. But she also had her own office and no one to tell her she had to stay in it all hours of the day to toil over her work.

This afternoon, Freddie had a date with her music. She’d been neglecting it lately.

The officers’ club was empty this time of day. Most everyone on base would still be working - it wasn’t even dinner yet. So Freddie waltzed right in like she owned the place, Meatball trotting dutifully behind her, the book of piano sheet music Rosie had given her for Christmas in hand. She sat down at the piano while Meatball found a nearby chair to curl up under. 

The blinds were up, letting daylight pour in, and the club looked different this time of day. At night the warm lighting always made it feel so much smaller than it was. It looked big now. Almost lonely.

Carefully, reverently, Freddie lifted the cover off of the keys and ran gentle fingers over them, barely making a sound.

She had already looked over the various pieces of music in the book Rosie had gifted her. Whether he knew it or otherwise, he had good taste. She knew he wasn’t particularly well versed in classical music - jazz, on the other hand, he may as well have been the world-leading expert on - but maybe he’d asked the clerk in the shop for help. Though Freddie liked to think he’d picked the book himself. The music was beautiful and romantic and she liked to think of it as a love letter of sorts. A love letter in a language she understood better, even, than English or German.

The first song she played was Meine Freuden by Franz Liszt and Frédéric Chopin, and the challenge of playing a new classical piece for the first time was exciting. Her fingers wanted to stumble and her wrists wanted to flick, but the music poured forth from beneath her hands anyway, as endearing and unfamiliar as new love.

She had played through two different songs three times over each before she was interrupted.

“You’re supposed to be at dinner,” Rosie said from the doorway. He was leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed and a fond smile on his face.

Meatball trotted over to him for attention, which Rosie gave him, while Freddie turned on the piano bench to look at him. “Oops?”

Rosie rolled his eyes but he was laughing quietly. 

“Time ran away from me,” Freddie told him, moving to sit sideways on the bench with one leg propped up on it. “The music in that book you got me is beautiful.”

“It’s beautiful when you play it,” Rosie replied.

Freddie laughed. 

“Come and eat something,” Rosie bid her next. “You can come back and play after.”

Freddie’s eyes sought the clock on the wall and she frowned. “Dinner only started five minutes ago. Let me wait until it calms down a bit in there and then I’ll come.”

Rosie tipped his head back and groaned playfully. “One more song,” he told her, petting Meatball once more before walking further into the room. 

Freddie’s smile lit up her face. “Really?!”

Rosie came to sit beside her on the bench and Meatball resumed his position beneath one of the chairs at a nearby table. 

“Okay,” Freddie said, flicking back to the first piece of music she’d been playing, “I’ve been practising this one. It’s not perfect, so -”

Rosie was laughing to himself.

“What?”

“Everything you play is perfect,” he told her, grinning. “Just play it.”

Her cheeks were engulfed in flames. She couldn’t meet his eyes anymore. “Okay.”

Rosie sat so quietly and so still beside her, terrified to interrupt her playing, that she almost forgot he was there. His eyes were locked on her fingers, following them across the keys, and every now and again their legs would brush against one another when Freddie used the pedal. It made the skin of her legs feel warm beneath her tights.

Freddie’s fingers slowed as the end of the song neared. She didn’t want it to end. After this, they’d go to the mess hall and be surrounded by noise and Freddie would sit with the girls unless her Corona wireless ops demanded she sit with them and she would be so far away from him. She didn’t want to be far away from him. She wanted to be close. Closer, even, than this.

But the song came to its end eventually. Freddie pressed down on the final key and the pedal longer than she needed to in a futile attempt to drag it out past its expiration.

“Beautiful,” Rosie murmured.

Freddie looked up at him to find a pink hue in his cheeks, his lips just slightly agape as he stared at her, now motionless, fingers. Slowly, he tore his gaze away from her hands resting on the piano keys and met her eyes. And slowly, a smile spread across his face.

Freddie smiled back at him. “Hi,” she whispered.

He grinned. “Hi, Fred.”

Her smile widened a touch. “I like the way you look at me,” she informed him quietly, because in that moment he looked so adoring she almost couldn’t bear it. His blue eyes were gentle and unspeakably fond. His smile was reverential.

“Sometimes I find it hard to believe that you exist,” he whispered back, an explanation of sorts.

It was so easy to get lost in him. In his eyes, in his smell, in his touch. In just the feeling of having him close. Sometimes she felt that he made the world a better place just by existing in it. He certainly made her world a better place just by showing his face there every now and again. How had she managed to go about her life without him?

“I exist,” Freddie assured him with a teasing grin.

Rosie’s eyes were on her smile. On her lips. “You sure?”

“Quite sure, yes.”

“I think I might’ve made you up,” he confessed. 

Freddie’s eyes dipped to his mouth as he spoke. To his lips. “Only one way to make sure,” she said.

His lips quirked up at the edges. “By pinching me?” he asked.

She shook her head just slightly, an almost imperceptible jerk of her head. Tilting her face up, as far as her neck would let her, she closed the distance between them until she could feel his breath fanning over her lips. 

He tilted his face down for her, to make it easier. Smiled as he waited for her to cross the line for them. 

Freddie drew in a deep breath and let her eyes flutter closed. She pressed her lips gently against his and encouraged him into a kiss. 

It was slow, soft, just a little bit unsure. She’d never been the one to make the final push.

But Rosie was sure enough for the both of them. His hands found her waist and tugged her closer, and then even closer, until she found it would just be easier to sit on his lap.

Their lips remained attached as she moved to straddle him on the piano bench. His hands held onto the piano to make sure she didn’t knock against it. Then, secure and with better leverage, Freddie leaned further into him, twined her hands into his hair, and let herself revel in the feeling of finally, finally, having his lips against hers.

His lips moved slowly, his tongue even slower, and it made Freddie want to squirm. He smiled as if he could tell. 

And she was worried she wasn’t very good at it anymore. At kissing. She was out of practice. He was clearly very good at it - better, even, than she’d imagined. He’d clearly been underselling himself when he’d told her he’d kissed ‘a few’ girls back in America. But then again, he was twenty-six and gorgeous and smart and kind and brave. If he hadn’t been around the block a few times she would have been more surprised.

But when they finally pulled apart for air all of Freddie’s worries of inadequacy disappeared. There was something in his eyes as he looked at her which was even stronger now than it had been before.

He kissed her again. Lifted a hand to cup her cheek and tilt her face just a little bit closer to his.

She let out a whimper which she was immediately humiliated by, but Rosie only pulled her impossibly closer.

Until - 

“Rosie, I gotta talk to you about - you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!”

Freddie was giggling even before she’d properly pulled back from Rosie. “Sorry, Jack.”

“Not more fucking sorry than I am,” Jack replied, lifting a hand to rub at his eyes. “Jesus Christ. This is a public place!”

“No one’s here right now!” Rosie argued. “How did you know I was here?”

“Pappy told me you were going to find Fred. I heard the piano when I was walking by earlier. Figured you probably heard it too when you walked by.” He huffed, seemingly annoyed to have had his attention diverted. “Anyway, if you two could maintain a sense of public fucking decency for five seconds, I was just trying to tell you, Rosie, that I gotta talk to you about the next mission.”

Freddie made no moves to get off of Rosie’s lap and he made no moves to make her.

Jack threw his hands up and sighed. “Fine. We’ll talk later.”

Rosie was grinning. “I’ll come find you after dinner.”

“Yeah,” Jack said, frowning as he looked at Meatball. “You do that.”

He turned and left directly.

Freddie tucked her face into Rosie’s neck and laughed. “If he had been five minutes earlier I would have killed him.”

“If he’d been five minutes earlier I would’ve helped you,” Rosie replied.

Freddie laughed again.

She let herself linger for a minute, with her face pressed to his neck, before deciding she wanted to see his face. Sitting up straight, or as straight as she could in his lap, she was greeted with a wide smile which didn’t seem to have slipped during the time he’d been out of her sight.

Too cute. How was he that cute? It should’ve been illegal. Unable to help it, Freddie leaned in and tucked her nose up beside his, shutting her eyes and then rubbing their noses together.

Rosie laughed softly.

Freddie pulled back just a bit and moved to kiss him again when her stomach rumbled, almost obnoxiously loud in the quiet of the officers’ club. 

Rosie gave her a look. “Dinner,” he told her, faux sternly. “Now.”

“One more kiss first?”

“One more kiss and we’ll be here all night,” Rosie replied, but he kissed her quickly on the lips anyway.

Freddie huffed out a laugh. “Dinner and then another kiss?” she asked.

He laughed again, standing up with her still in his arms when it became clear she wasn’t moving. “If you eat all of it then yeah.”

Freddie frowned. “You’re mean.”

He rolled his eyes. Just when he opened his mouth to retort, however, he banged his shin on the leg of the piano while trying to manoeuvre them both out from behind the bench. His eyes fell shut, his bottom lip got caught between his teeth, and a low hiss of air emerged from his mouth.

Freddie knew it must have hurt really badly. She also knew it was probably her fault for refusing to stand up herself. As such, she held in her laugh with all of her might, thanking god that his eyes were closed. 

When he opened them she tried to smooth over her features. She was sure she was red in the face from holding her breath.

“Ow,” Rosie said.

Freddie’s laugh all but exploded out of her.

“Shut up,” Rosie complained as he set her down on her feet.

Meatball started barking as he approached because her laughter was so loud and so uncontrollable.

“Sorry,” Freddie choked out. “It’s not that funny. I just -”

“Fred,” Rosie complained again.

“I’m sorry. I know it probably hurts so much.”

“It does.”

For some reason, that only made it funnier.

She delayed them a further five minutes while trying to get herself under control. Rosie threatened to throw her over his shoulder and carry her to the mess hall if she didn’t stop but eventually she managed to. But she caught him rubbing his shin as he let her past him out of the door and sputtered a laugh all over again, and was forced to enter the mess hall in fits of giggles.

Freddie was still talking about it in the officers’ club that night. And no one else found it even half as funny as she did, but she kept telling people about it anyway because Rosie went red and frowny when she did and she thought that was even funnier.

“Rosie, I have no idea why you put up with her,” Millie said at one point, when she’d already had to endure the story five times.

When Rosie chuckled quietly and shrugged, lifting his glass for a sip of beer, Freddie wrapped both of her arms around his free arm and hugged it to her chest. “I make it worth your while, don’t I, Rosie?” she asked, batting her eyelashes.

He glanced down at her and kissed her hairline. She knew he loved when she hugged his arm, not because he ever told her but because he always got all sweet and affectionate when she did. He could never deny her anything when she asked like this, and neither could he hold a grudge. 

Jem was sitting at their table, Meatball beneath her chair, and chewing on her nails. They were freshly painted a bright red so they must have tasted awful but she gnawed at them anyway like a child trying a lollipop for the first time.

“Feel like doing a shot, Jem?” Freddie asked, trying to settle her, to remind her that all of this was meant to be fun. Paddy had agreed to the dancing with wild enthusiasm and now everyone was waiting for Jem to decide she was ready. She could still back out if she wanted to but Freddie knew she wouldn’t. Freddie also knew she wanted to dance, really, she was just frightened. The same way Freddie had been frightened to dance with Rosie even when she’d wanted to, though the stakes were wildly different.

Jem nodded almost absentmindedly. “Yeah, alright,” she replied quietly.

Freddie knocked back the rest of her lemonade and stood, smoothing down her skirt. “Come, then, sweetness. Bar’s clearing out at the moment.”

Freddie and Jem waited for Atley’s attention quietly, Jem chewing on the inside of her cheek. 

Freddie smiled and wrapped both of her arms around Jem’s waist, squeezing her lightly. “Feeling alright, Jemmy?”

“Nervous,” Jem replied, glancing down at her.

“Normal to be nervous,” Freddie assured her. “Do you feel excited too, though? Even just a little bit?”

Jem finally cracked a smile, her eyes seeking Paddy clearly of their own accord because once they found her they flicked right back to Freddie. “Yes,” she admitted.

“Good,” Freddie decided. “You take your time on deciding when. We’re in no hurry.”

Atley served them their two shots of whiskey with a nod and a smile before moving onto the next patrons. Freddie and Jem linked arms as they tossed them back. “Liquid courage,” Jem declared, clearing her throat of the burn. 

Freddie grinned. “Feeling brave, are we?”

“I’ve spent my whole life being frightened,” Jem said. Her eyes, once again, sought out Paddy in the crowd and found her without even having to try. They softened when they caught her and stayed there, bright and fond. “Don’t feel up to it anymore.”

“That’s my Jem,” Freddie said proudly. “Shall I go and get Mils? I think the next song might be about to start.”

“Go put on a show, Fred,” Jem told her, laughing as she smoothed down her skirt and jacket sleeves.

Freddie grinned at her. “No one’s eyes will be on you, Jem, we’ll make sure of it.”

Returning to the table with a spring in her step, Freddie forewent heading over to her seat and instead rested her hands on the back of Millie’s and lent down over her shoulder. “Fancy a dance?” she asked, smiling wildly.

Millie turned to look at her, a similar grin on her face. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The eyes of the men at the table were confused as Freddie offered her hand and Millie took it, leading her to the dance floor. Pappy and Bailey both looked to Rosie, who shrugged, as clueless as anyone.

Freddie and Millie took their places front and centre on the dance floor just as a new song started up, upbeat and joyful. Freddie was taller so she took on the man’s role while Millie played the woman, and off they went, laughing loudly as they galloped and twirled and generally made fools of themselves across the floor.

Freddie noted Amy and Cecelia dancing not too far away from them, pressed close in case that’s how Jem and Paddy wanted to dance. They were grinning at each other as they went about their performance, joking with each other and tripping over each other’s feet, neither of them used to dancing with a partner the same height as they were.

A few of the Operation Corona wireless operator girls joined in the fun, dancing with each other the same as they would with a man. And before long Jem and Paddy were tucked in the middle of a sea of all-female couples, and if they were dancing slightly slower than everyone else, slightly closer, smiling at each other slightly fonder, who would ever have noticed? They were just one couple amongst many. Nothing to write home about.

The girls danced together for three songs total. Jem and Paddy left after that, Jem tapping Freddie and Millie on the shoulder as they headed for the door, smiling so wide her cheeks must have been hurting. It made Freddie’s heart ache with tenderness. She’d never seen Jem look so utterly joyful. 

Millie winked at Freddie and Freddie laughed as the couple disappeared out the door. The two of them would be back later, probably, but they would get their privacy now while everyone else was still at the club.

“Good on them,” Millie said to Freddie as they headed back to the table, arm in arm. “They’re getting more than I am, that’s for sure.”

“And me,” Freddie said with a giggle.

Millie nudged her with a roll of her eyes. “Won’t be long, Fred, and you know it.” When Freddie glanced at her she was inclining her head in the direction they were going and Freddie followed the gesture. 

There was Rosie, eyes on her. And there was no mistaking it. Bedroom eyes.

Freddie looked back at Millie with a roll of her eyes. “Don’t say anything.”

“I’m not.”

“Your face is saying everything.”

“My face always looks like this.”

Freddie scoffed but dropped it as they arrived back at the table. 

There was a fresh lemonade waiting for Freddie and a fresh beer waiting for Millie.

“You know, I think I like you, Rosie,” Millie said as she sat down and sipped at it.

Freddie leaned over and kissed his cheek in thanks for her drink. “He’s taken, Mils.”

Millie scoffed. “So am I.”

“Then mind your business.”

“You have fun?” Rosie asked, moving some of Freddie’s hair off of her shoulder and smoothing it down her back as she sipped her drink.

“Mh-hm,” Freddie hummed. “So much.”

“I’m a better partner than you, Rosie,” Millie taunted.

“You hear that, twinkle toes?” Milburn, Rosie’s bombardier, said, smirking across the table at him. “She thinks she’s a better dancer than you.”

Freddie sat up straighter. “Twinkle toes?” she echoed, starting to grin.

Rosie’s head fell back as he groaned. “Damn it, Milburn.”

“What?” Freddie asked, looking between the two of them with increasing intrigue. “Is there something I don’t know about?”

“I said no twinkle toes jokes in front of Fred,” Rosie said, tipping his head back down and shooting half-hearted daggers at Milburn.

For his part, Milburn only carried on smirking into his beer.

“Rosie’s an excellent dancer, Fred,” Pappy said from Rosie’s other side. “I’m surprised he ain’t shown you yet.”

Freddie’s eyebrows furrowed. “We dance together all the time.”

“But have you ever seen him dance solo?” Bailey cut in.

Millie was giggling from beside Freddie.

“Show me,” Freddie demanded, turning back to Rosie.

He groaned again. “No.”

“Rosie,” Freddie said, frowning.

“Fred,” he replied, sipping from his beer.

“I want to see.”

“No.”

“Rosie,” Freddie complained once more, dragging out the final syllable. She tried to wrap her arms around his bicep but he pulled it away, smirking down at her.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing.”

She pouted.

“Put on some Artie Shaw and he’ll show you,” Milburn commented, grinning as he watched their exchange. He was clearly thrilled with himself to have put Rosie’s foot in it for him.

Freddie turned to Milburn with her eyes all lit up. “I can make that happen,” she said.

“Once you see it you can never unsee it, Fred,” Pappy warned.

“Oh?” she asked, humouring him. “Will it make me change my mind?” Nothing could make her change her mind, she was just thoroughly enjoying watching Rosie squirm.

“Probably,” Bailey joked.

Rosie was dying a slow, painful death beside her.

“Another time,” Freddie said, finally putting him out of his misery. “For now, let’s dance together.”

Instantly, Rosie pushed his chair back and stood, then offered Freddie his hand to help her stand too. As he led her to the dance floor she snorted out a giggle and he cut his eyes at her. “What now?”

“Just thinking about when you banged your shin earlier -”

Rosie groaned. “Fred.”

She kept on giggling until he kissed her when they were dancing, right there in the middle of the dance floor. And then she was too enchanted to think of anything else.