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anothertimdrakestan · 2 years ago

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Pinky Promise - Damian Wayne x Reader !Soulmate AU

~ where your birthmark is where you'll first touch your soulmate ~

A pinky finger is an odd place to have a soulmate mark. Most people had full hands, a set of lips marked on their cheek, or a hand print on their hip. Yet yours was just the length of your left hand pinky finger.

No matter, you'd had the habit of locking pinky's with people since you were born. Call it natural habit or a desperation to link fingers with your soulmate, it was your thing.

So when you started your internship at the Bludhaven Police Department Sheriff's office and got finger printed you didn't think anything of it when officer Grayson paused on your last finger.

"This your soulmate mark?" he gestured to your pinky, which was darker than the rest of your skin colour.

"Funny right! Just the pinky. Most people have normal ones! Where's yours? Wait. Is it on your lips?" you glanced up at the officer with a grin as he flushed.

"We all meet our soulmates in strange ways." he mumbled with a smile.

"Truth or dare? Or Suck and Blow? It had to be a party game right?" you leaned in as Officer Grayson pressed your pinky into ink.

"It was more of a greeting, she's not from around here so it was her way of saying hello." he stated, eyes twinkling with a familiar joy. God you wanted that. He continued, "I'll tell you, I know a kid with a pinky mark too. Cant remember which hand though. I'll bring him in soon, though neither of you seem like each other's type." you noticed his brows furrowed thinking about the "kid" he mentioned.

"Bring him in like, a bad guy? Not sure that's my type! I'm just here to learn about forensics!" you giggled. The officer just shook his head and told you to go start reviewing the steps to finger print collection and storage. Sounded super fun and interesting (not).

Turns out there's a lot to learn about crime forensics. By the end of the day you had a backpack full of materials to study on your transit ride back to Gotham. Hiking up fire escapes to the top of your apartment building, you decided to study via the lights from the top of your building. Nothing like the haze of Gotham to comfort you through pages of reading.

"Glad to see you're back." A familiar voice chided from your side.

"C'mon, you're excited to see me!" you grinned into the darkness, willing the shadowy figure to come forward. Like usual, he did.

"Good to see you, Robin." you waved with a teasing smile as he visibly shook his head.

"Can't say the same Y/N. I had more peaceful nights when you weren't here. What's got you up late this time?" he grumbled, keeping his distance as you held up your bunches of papers exclaiming "studying! Always studying."

"And you can't do that from the safety of your apartment?" he questioned. You shook your head no in response. "Need I remind you of the multiple times I've had to throw people off this balcony for you?" he yawned, gesturing to the ledge of the rooftop.

"Aren't I so lucky you're protecting me!" you teased. He wasn't wrong, sketchy people had on more than one occasion lurked on top the Gotham's tallest buildings, but you enjoyed the view and trusted Robin far too much to change your place of comfort.

"Protecting Gotham." he retorted, moving towards the rooftop to jump towards a night full of crime fighting. You never tried to stop him from leaving, you still thought it was insane that he even paused to talk to you, so you just waved and watched as he launched into darkness. Curling back up with your notes you appreciated the blanket of safety his presence had placed on you.

"Damian I'm telling you she has the mark on her pinky!" Dick screeched, chasing after Damian who was not willing to hear anything he had to say. "What do I care Grayson? I don't want a soulmate, I'm busy," he retorted, cascading through the batcave to get away from Dick's prying eyes.

"Just let me see! I wanna know!" Dick cried but Damian had already slammed his door closed.

"Word on the street is Dames found a rooftop girl. You didn't hear it from me though." Tim called from the adjacent room. The two were usually stuck on patrol together so it did make sense. But Dick still couldn't believe it.

"Which goddamn rooftop." Dick's voice was a low hum, the determination dripping from his tongue. He had a theory.

"Morning Officer Grayson!" you called down the hallways of the BPD office. You'd finally gotten a full night of sleep last night because you had finished studying a couple days ago, free from the piles of work. Your morning glee quickly dissipated when you were promptly handed a stack of papers and binders.

"You're doing great work, so we're moving you up to sample analysis. Lots of reading for ya!" the officer sounded congratulatory as he handed you the piles of paperwork. You couldn't deny, this was what you wanted, but it was definitely more work than you could do in one day. Needless to say, you hoped you'd get to see a familiar bird brain that night.

Cozying up on the rooftop you were so deep into the inner-workings of a microscope you hardly noticed the shadowy figure that had appeared across from you.

"Studying again are we?" Robin's snarky voice made you jump, eyes snapping to his face. "Tons of work! Calls for an all nighter, what about you?" you simply replied.

"Patrol." His response was curt but you wanted more this time.

"What after? Tell me- what does a hero do in his free time?" you leaned in with a teasing smile. To your surprise Robin leaned back against the railing and responded "I like to draw." Giving you more of a key into him than you'd ever gotten.

"I'm a terrible artist but I bet you're amazing! Keen eyes and steady hands always make for good art. You should show me sometime! If you want!" you rambled with a grin. You figured it would be an automatic no, but the corner of his mouth twitched up, almost like a smile as he said, "maybe I will." Something blossomed in your chest.

"Well, you're always welcome here! Like, all night. It's brutal." you joked, gesturing at the piles of papers in your lap.

"I may just take you up on that, my brother has been overwhelmingly obnoxious at home. Have a good night." Robin muttered as he left over the rooftop railing once again. You smiled to yourself, he likes to draw and he has a brother? Fascinating.

You were practically asleep in your notes when you felt something bump into your chest. A surprisingly elegant paper airplane. From the shadows you could see Robin sitting across from you, back against the rooftop railing, a notepad and pencil in his arms as he starred up at you.

"What? You were practically snoring." he said matter-of-factly.

"For the record, I do not snore. Also, how'd you make this? It's beautiful!" you exclaimed, delicately holding up the paper airplane to appreciate the little curves of the thick paper.

"I was into origami for a while. It's almost mathematical, very satisfying." his reply was short again, seemingly focused on the sketching at hand. So you fell into silence with him, focusing up on your note taking.

You didn't exactly notice the sun starting to rise. It was hard to see in Gotham, smog and all, but the inkling of light from the hazy sky gave you a clearer picture of the boy wonder then you'd ever gotten.

It felt strange but he was gorgeous. Silky black hair tousled from running his hands through it in between pencil scratches, when he was focused he bit the inside of his cheek, eyebrows knit into determination. You appreciated the reds and yellows of his costume, noting the various weapons hitched across his body. But the rest was hidden. Whether behind his domino mask, his suit, or his silence.

"It's rude to stare at a working artist" he grumbled, chin tilting up to show that his eyes were meeting yours.

"You've never stayed this long." you replied breathlessly. Squirming in your chair, knowing that you couldn't get any closer without him running off.

"Your presence isn't, unbearable, for what it's worth." his voice was so low but you could hear the sincerity in his voice. "Same to you." you whispered back, letting your tired eyes drift back to your notes which were pretty much done. It was an all nighter after all.

It felt like a few minutes but the billowing light from the rising sun told you it had been longer, and your head was severely drooping into your lap. "Y/n, you need sleep. Go to bed," his voice was warm but stern, enough to get you to lazily collect your papers and stand up with a yawn.

"Well! Thanks for hanging with me!" deliriously you held out your fist, Robin tilted his head to the side in confusion. You chuckled, "it's a fist bump dumbass." And to your surprise he closed the distance between the two of you, and slowly touched his knuckled to yours. His gloves were cold but you were focused on the fact that you were just inches from the boy wonder.

But a few seconds was all you got to realize how much taller he was than you before he melted back into the shadows. You stood stunned for a moment before stumbling back to your apartment, desperate for sleep.

"You look like hell kid" Officer Grayson greeted you with a questioning look as you waved him off of you. "Your fault for giving me hours of reading buddy." He grinned glancing down at the now filled notebook you'd brought to work. "You actually look dead kid, on lunch break we'll grab coffee," you rolled your eyes at his promise but knew you needed the caffeine.

Getting to know Officer Grayson, Dick, was surprisingly rewarding. He had years of experience and hundreds of stories that had you folded over from laughter. But there was something you were begging to learn more about, someone rather.

"Have you worked with Robin much?" your question broke the calm silence. Dick's eyes shone with some sort of pride, "I have, yeah. Good kid. Cold as hell but a damn good hero." and you nodded in reply, although cold wasn't exactly the way you'd describe Robin.

Dick's eyes lit up at something behind you, he shot up out of his cafe chair and said "look what the cat dragged! Glad to see you lil bro!" A loud enough exclamation that you turned around and locked eyes with a boy with jet black hair and piercing green eyes. The boy stood stunned at the door, starring at you and Dick before slowly approaching, eyes trained to yours before Dick pulled him into a hug. Immediately, he pushed himself out of Dick's embrace with a scowl, you couldn't help but grin at the reaction.

"Y/N meet Damian, Dames this is Y/N she's an intern at the office! Damian has classes over here so I figured we'd catch him during our break!" Dick babbled as he forcefully guided Damian into the seat next to him. Damian looked almost stunned, eyes flicking between you and his brother.

You broke Dick's rambling saying "Hi! You're a student too?" and he nodded slowly, glancing between you and Dick. "Studying what?" you tried to guide the conversation but he interrupted:

"You live in the area?"

"Nope, Gotham."

"Oh, me too." was all Damian muttered before his name was called, and he shot up, mumbling a "nice to meet you" and giving Dick another glare. Dick just grinned in response and the two of you soon headed back to the office.

"You had no right to do that!" Damian's roar was echoing in the cave that night. He'd just finished throwing almost everything on his person at Dick who was still uncontrollably laughing.

"C'mon Dames, were you just gonna visit your soulmate every once and a while on a rooftop for the rest of your life? Make a move lil bro. You're Bruce's kid you've got to have some game!" Dick teased back before a stray batarang was lobbed towards him.

"I've got it handled." Damian retorted angrily.

"Fine. fine. But blame Tim cuz he's the one who snitched on the rooftop hookups." Dick cooed before ducking out of the room to avoid further assault. Another screech filled the cave.

A few nights later, you were perched on the rooftop once again. This time you didn't have nearly enough work, but were hoping a certain distraction would stick around this time.

And he did.

"Hey" his voice was soft, and your head rose from your book to smile into the shadows.

"Hi! Whatcha got?" you noticed the silhouette was holding something.

"Come see." you could hear his chest rumbling. You felt like you were floating towards the thick railing of the rooftop.

And there he was again. Holding a sketchpad.

"You brought drawings!" you cooed, grinning as he inched closer, leather gloves flipping pages as you drank in the beautiful sketches, watercolours, and poems that filled the pages.

"What do you think?" he whispered, you swore warmth was vibrating off of him, just a few inches away from each other.

"They're beautiful" you quietly replied. He flipped another page, and it was a pencil sketch of you half asleep in your studies, on the rooftop. "From the other night!" you giggled, delicately tracing the sketch with your pinky. Robin drew a sharp breath, loud enough that your eyes were drawn up to his domino mask.

"I've got one more sketch to show you. But, I fear you won't like it." his head dropped slightly, his gloved hand toying with the bottom of the paper, as if debating whether or not to flip it.

"I'll be okay! Promise." you nudged his shoulder, holding up your pinky, a true promise, and a dangerous solution to the question making you dizzy standing next to him.

He shook his head, "look first, promise after" to which you nodded, dropping your hand and eyes to the paper.

As the page turned, you couldn't help but gasp. On the last page of the sketchbook, in the most intricate detail, were two hands. Pinky's locked.

"Take your glove off." you shot your gaze back to the hero.

"Wait." he took a step back.

You took one forward, reaching for the glove yourself.

Back again. "Y/N, wait." you froze at your name on his tongue.

"You and I both know what's under my glove, but I'm giving you an out. I've sat here for months thinking about doing this, wanting to do this. But, you deserve someone who doesn't throw their life away, who can be there for you, someone who isn't... isn't me" he gestured to his outfit, stocked with weapons.

"Who can be there for me? You've protected me more than anyone else in my life. Someone who deserves me? I'm not a trophy, I'm, I'm your soulmate."

"I know, but-" he began but you weren't finished:

"All I deserve, is someone who can love me. Can you do that?" you closed the distance, and he didn't back away.

"It's all I've ever done." he whispered. Delicately, you reached for his hand. He let you draw it from his side, holding desperately still as you peeled the glove from his left hand. And there, in the same pattern as yours, stood his mark.

"You promise?" you gave a small smile, holding up your pinky for the final time.

"Always." he closed the distance, locking your hands together as a warmth like you'd never felt spread through your hand, dancing up your arm, and bursting in your chest.

"Oh my god do you feel that?" you asked breathlessly, your right hand touching your chest.

He nodded, letting your hands drop as his right hand tilted your chin up, your eyes once again meeting a mask.

"I never thought I'd ever do this" his voice was soft, drinking in your closeness to him.

"I would've found you" you said with a grin, you had always had the sixth sense that Robin's visits to your study sessions were more than patrol.

He scoffed, "yeah my brother was gonna make sure of it."

"Your brother?" you dug deeper, fighting the itch to reach up for the mask he wore, your heart begging to see his eyes.

You felt him tug his pinky from yours, "I suppose a promise is a promise." he reached up for you, pulling the mask from his face as familiar green eyes met yours.

"Oh. My god." your jaw dropped, fitting the puzzle together.

"I guess the universe decided I was taking too long and put Richard Grayson on job. I must apologize for the coffee shop, I wasn't expecting to see my Gothamite soulmate seated across from my brother, in Bludhaven. " he sighed, eyes twinkling. You laughed in agreement.

"Quite the wingman" you mused.

Damian nodded, closing the distance as he said "don't ever tell him, but I'm thinking he was right all along" before pressing his lips to yours.

Weeks later you were far less sleep deprived, still loving your job in Bludhaven. Especially because a certain student was always waiting to pick you up for the ride home.

"Hi Dames!" you strolled up to your now boyfriend, pressing a kiss to his cheek while he locked your pinky in his, the two of you strolling towards the cafe that has become your shared favorite place. Settling down in a booth, you both fell into routine: sketching and studying while enjoying the other's presence.

A crazy few weeks, a huge change to your life, but a good one nonetheless. You had to hand it to-

"I knew you lovebirds would be here!" The bell on the cafe door rang, drawing you and Damian out of your focus. Damian rolled his eyes with a scoff and you gave Dick a wave.

Dick was stroll strutting around, "call me cupid the way I matched you two up!" he crooned.

Damian dryly replied, "Richard we are quite literally soulmates." but the oaf wasn't listening, too busy pretending to shoot you both with an invisible bow "cupid style".

You smiled to yourself, if only Dick knew how grateful you and Damian were to have each other... thank to him.

~~~

A/N: pure fluff for your timeline <3 hope you enjoyed!

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ebonysplendor · 4 months ago

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Prescription: LOVE (Demo) Review👨‍⚕️💊

TL;DR: I've got a head injury? I'm gonna need a doctor! How's my memory been? It's been fine. Wait, what? I've got a head injury? I'm gonna need a doctor! How's my memory been? It's been fine. Wait, what? I've got a head injury? I'm gonna need a doctor!

Game Link: https://livingslime.itch.io/prescriptionlove

Notable Features: Self-Insert, Yandere LI, gender neutral language, 2 endings Spiciness: 0/5 -- Don't get me wrong, it's not wholesome either, but this is the type of LI that'll make you say "But daddy, I love him!" even though something is clearly off. LI Red Flags: 2/5 -- Gaslighter, obsessive tendencies, overly "medicating" us DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT. HE'S SO SWEET. I CAN FIX HIM.

Wanna know more? Well, let's get into it!

Okay, not gonna lie, this review is long overdue, because I played this like...maybe 3 or 4 days after the initial drop, and here I am, like, 3 weeks later lmao.

Um...okay, you know what? I'm-- I'm not gonna push myself to write an intro this time lol. I mean, since when is it ever good to push yourself? ...Sometimes, the answer is sometimes, but you should never push yourself too hard, ya know? ...I'm getting off track.

I guess I could start by saying how I found this game on a total accident, and holy shit, am I glad that I found this game regardless. It was damn good, and...honestly, a little unnerving at times. Like, I'll tell you more about it later, but let me tell you, one part in particular had me genuinely spooked.

Anyways, before I get too far into my yap session, I'm going to go ahead and tell you about the game -- with as little spoilers as possible, of course. I mean, how would you be motivated to play the game otherwise unless I leave just enough suspense and mystery? Exactly, so allow me a moment to set the scene, and let's get into it.

So, boom.

We wake up...somewhere.

No, like you don't get it. Logically, it's like, duh, hospital, but we have a whole ass IV in our arm, a splitting headache, and it's almost painfully obvious that our memory took a hit, because we don't remember damn near anything, you feel me? We have, what is essentially, a hole where our memories are supposed to be, and the memories that we do have are so fragmented that they doesn't make any sense. Like...what the hell happened, ya know?

At this point, we're making things worse, because we're trying to force ourselves to remember something -- anything -- and our brain is just like "Mmm...nah. How about we panic, though? Let's do that instead." So, we do. We start feeling really anxious because it's like, how do we go from remembering everything one moment, blink, and then just...virtually no memories at all? Like, nothing? Like, we can't even recognize what a hospital looks like or even is.

"Hey, hey, it's okay".

Huh?

Oh! Oh, hello~! Could this be our boyfriend? Fiancé? Husband~?

"I'm Dr. Anselm."

I mean...he didn't say that he wasn't our husband, ya know? :3 Okay, wait, wait, no, stop, don't distract me. Let me get back on track.

Anyways, this tall gentleman helped us regain control of our nerves and informed us that we were perfectly safe and were currently in a hospital. Dr. Anselm basically told us that he has been overseeing our care and that he was the one in charge of our surgery.

...Wait, our fucking what?!

Before we get too freaked out, though, he tells us that we had some kind of accident that involved blunt force to our head which naturally caused a traumatic brain injury. He then tells us that, when we were brought it by the paramedics, we were in need of an emergency operation in order for us to live. Oh, and we had been asleep for two days straight. Well damn...

Imagine not remembering what you even ate for breakfast yesterday -- well, two days ago -- and this random man who claims to be a doctor comes out of the woodwork and tells you that you had brain surgery. If I could just reiterate once more...what the hell happened?!

Even still, admittedly, Dr. Anselm is being super gentle about the whole thing, and it's bringing a good amount of comfort and security, like everything is going to end up okay; he's even going to let us call our family to let them know that we've pulled through and that we're safe...even though, it's a bit off that no one's visited to start with.

No matter though, because it's past curfew anyways, and Dr. Anselm is adamant that we should rest first and call tomorrow. Fair enough. Rest is a part of recovery after all, and we'd rather get our memories back sooner versus later, not to mention that we actually are a little tired. Lmao, now here's when the issues start coming in...

See, we managed to fall asleep, but then the creak of the door woke us up. Now, at first, we're like "Meh, probably the nurses checking in or whatever", but the issue is, remember when I was like we felt a sense of comfort and security from Dr. Anselm? Lmao, this shit was far from comfortable, let alone safe. So, we make the mistake of we look at the door, and in the gap --

Lmao nah, ain't no way. We're hallucinating.

BRO, AIN'T NO FUCKING WAaaaAAAaAaAaaAAaY. WE ARE NOT HALLUCINA-- DoCTOr ANSEeEEeEEEeeeELM!!!!

Bro, we hit that call button so fast, but that thing also ran off just as fast before Dr. Anselm came rushing in. So, naturally, now we look like we're experiencing the side effect of delulu, because we're trying to explain that we saw something that was clearly not there, but it's like...bro, no, we know what the fuck we saw! Like, dude, please do something!

As always, Dr. Anselm's being super sweet and promised that he'd look into it and get someone to check the security cameras. He encourages us to try to go back to sleep so we don't disrupt our recovery, and, oddly enough, we're able to, even after that.

The next morning, comes along, and Dr. Anselm let's us call our folks, like promised, but...no answer. Hurtful, but okay. Dr. Anselm, also like promised, tells us that they checked the security cameras, and there was no one watching us from the door. Great. So, now we're two for two in this bitch. Perfect.

Still, leave it to Dr. Anselm to help us feel better, though, so it doesn't weigh on us too much for too long. He really is our knight in shining...lab coat.

Even though, with all that medicine he's been giving us...

Not to mention, we had this vividly weird dream...

And, sometimes, there's these weird little flickers in his expression when we ask certain questions or say certain things...

Is Dr. Anselm really trying to help us? Or...

...is it benefitting him that we don't know what happened to us?

Then again...

Nah, that's kind've delulu to think. He's done nothing but try to prioritize our health and recovery. We're safe. We can trust him. It the doctor's orders, after all, and he'd know what's best for us.

4 words: I CAN FIX HIM.

No, no, no, no, no, hear me out! I can fix this one! Like, the red flags are there, but I can FIX him! Is he the one that caused us to have a traumatic brain injury? Maybe. Is he over-medicating us? Possibly. Am I gonna overlook all of that? Absolutely. I mean, who cares that I have an intense suspicion that we're not actually in a hospital and that we're just in a basement that's staged to look like a hospital. Who hasn't played doctor before? I ain't gonna fault this man for trying to heal his inner child and playing pretend. Like, honestly? Good for him.

Okay, but no, enough of that. This...was really good! It physically hurts me that this game is not done yet, but I am so excited that this game isn't done yet, because I am anticipating the hell out of what is next to come. The developer really has a strong foundation, and I can only imagine how they're going to build on it.

The pacing is a little slow, but it's not a bad slow! It's literally seeping us into the story, and I honestly feel like the pacing could not have been executed any better than it has been. This flowed exactly how I feel a demo or prologue or intro or whatever you wanna call it should. I just know that whenever there's an update, shit is going to start getting real, and I cannot wait for that!

Let's talk about the environment/atmosphere...ooh bitch. Let me just say this, I can watch all of the horror movies in the world and be totally fine. I can watch let's plays of horror games and read scary stories...but I cannot be in the situation myself. Haunted houses/trails? Playing horror games myself? Shit scares me out of my soul. That being said, that part where it was talking about being watched through the crack of the door? Chills. Fucking chills. I don't know what it was, because that's not anything revolutionary, especially in these yandere games, but for some reason, the way that the dev executed it just hit different. And the art! Like did you see the CG?! Lmao nah, nah, let me remind you. Actually, let me zoom in on it.

Like, what the fuck is thaaaaaaaaat?! (╥ᯅ╥)

I didn't mention this, because I was narrating/summarizing, but I had genuine fear tears when I read through it the first time, and it was somehow worse when I had to grab and attach the screenshots and type through that part. Like, I HATE shit like this, bro! Like, just make it obvious! Don't put faces and figures and shit like that in the darkness and barely out of view to the point where you can't see it unless you focus on it!

I was literally squinting my eyes and reading fast as shit because I wanted to read it, but I wanted to get through it and away from this scene, but I also wanted to prep myself for a possible jumpscare. Like, developer. De-ve-lo-per. Pop off. This part was so good, and I loved/hated every second.

I'm doing that yap thing that I do again, so I'm going to save you from the rest of my ramblings and start winding down. If you do not already have this downloaded and ready to play, you have got to do that expeditiously. I am telling you, I know I say this about a lot of these visual novels, but this is one that I absolutely cannot allow you to miss out on. This one is so good! Just don't get too invested, because it's just a demo. I suggest going to the game's page, putting your pride aside, and beg for an update as soon as possible -- respectfully, of course. It should be common sense, but don't harass the dev for an update ... but damn, do I hope they come through with an update soon. Very soon. Tomorrow actually...today.

Anyways, here's the link. Go download it, and tell the dev that your life is theirs, because I'm honestly contemplating starting a cult in their honour. I'll sacrifice the nearest weeb for two extra lines of reading material in this visual novel. I'm serious. I'm yapping again...

Okay, anyways! Ending it for realsies this time. Again, I highly recommend giving this game a playthrough. Here's the link to the game page and download...again. If you're able to donate to the cause, donate to the cause, as I'm sure the dev would seriously appreciate the monetary support. Oh! And just as a "pro"-but-not-really-tip: for right now, the choices are more of an "illusion of choice". The endings will be worded the same no matter what, so there's no extra dialogue or CGs, or secret options, or anything like that. It'll just be dialogue pertaining to that specific answer choice at that specific time, and then it's not brought up or mentioned again after it's done.

And...that's it! Lol I'm finally done yapping. Big preesh for getting this far! Please remember to drink water, don't be dumb, and hope to see you around~!

Prescription: LOVE (Demo)

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pottersfia · 9 months ago

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study buddy

summary: classic study "date" fic, rodrick desperately needs help in english and y/n is happy to help. lots of fluff in this part. both 18

the end of senior year was quickly approaching and rodrick was sick and tired of his parents bugging him about his grades. it was the third quarter of the school year and senioritis tended to affect many people around this time but rodrick had been a victim since the day he stepped foot into high school.

"if you want, we can work on this together?" rodrick looked over at you who was sitting next to him in his art elective class. you had been talking about your english assignment which, despite you being in honors english and him in regular, was the same. the book they read for the quarter came with study guide questions for each section of the book which eventually would help for the final book report.

"you'd help me with that?" he asked you. you smiled and nodded.

"sometimes working with another person makes it easier." she replied. he smiled back and the deal was set. you would go over to his house 2 hours after school and start your assignment.

these 2 hours consisted of rodrick frantically picking up in his room, taking an abnormally long shower, considering it's rodrick, and begging his family to not say or do anything weird or embarrassing. a pretty girl was coming over to study with him!! suddenly as he applied deodorant for probably the 10th time already, he heard the doorbell.

"i got it!" he yelled and rushed downstairs. he quickly caught his breath and looked through the peephole on the door to see you patiently waiting for an answer. he sighed and opened the door. you smiled as you looked up at the boy.

"hey, y/n." he said.

"hi, rodrick." you replied. the two of you stood in a few moments of silence stupidly smiling at each other. just as rodrick opened his mouth to break it you were interrupted by a sweet lady who cheerfully greeted you.

"you must be y/n! come right on in." she smiled and made way for you to step inside, you did so. "i'm so glad you're here to help rodrick, he's been struggling for quite some time."

"mom! can you please stop talking." rodrick loudly interrupted her, making you slightly laugh.

"she is a guest in my house, rodrick, i want to greet her. my name is susan, honey. if you need anything i'll be right down here." you smiled again at her.

"it's nice to meet you mrs.susan, thank you." you replied.

"ok we have to go, bye mom." he walked towards the staircase and turned around to you. "you can follow me." you nodded and waved bye to susan following rodrick to his room.

"keep that door open!" she said. rodrick groaned and you laughed again.

"she's really nice." you said.

"annoying is what she is." he let you walk into his room. you looked around and smiled to yourself as you realized his room screamed rodrick. there were band posters everywhere, dark bedsheets, the floor was cleared off but magazines and comics, a few water bottles, and forgotten school books were scattered around his bedside table and desk.

he closed the door quietly and sat down on the edge of his bed saying, "you can sit down i have my stuff," he reached to his backpack that was on the floor and pulled out his notebook and the book you were assigned. you nodded and sat down on the desk chair that was right across from his spot on the bed. you pulled out your stuff too.

"so i guess we can just start with the questions, do you need to review what we read today?" you asked. he nodded. you smiled and continued on explaining the events in the book.

rodrick was so mesmerized by you. he appreciated your want to help him with his work but how could he focus on anything academic with you right in front of him? he stared at the way you fidgeted with your fingers as you talked. he stared at how perfect your hair looked. he stared at your lips and thought about how good they would feel to ki-

"rodrick?" your voice snapped him out of his trance.

"what?" he kinda shook his head as he regained focus sending a fluttery feeling to your stomach.

"i uh, were you listening?" you asked.

"oh yeah. i heard everything you said." he tried to lie but you saw right through him.

"really?" you asked again. he lifted his hand to rub the back of neck a bit.

"i heard maybe half of what you said?" he replied, pretty unsure this time. you smiled and laughed.

"what are you so distracted by?" you asked. it was you. you were distracting his focus from the work but how could he just say that? he shrugged and turned his head away looking at absolutely nothing on the right side of his room.

"maybe if you sat next to me it would be easier." he said and turned back again to see your reaction. you were a little confused or taken aback maybe but nonetheless you stood up and joined him on the bed.

"is this better?" you looked right at him and he looked back. you gave him a small smile and despite his heart feeling like it was beating out of his chest, he smiled back.

"yeah, i think so." he practically whispered sending another flutter to your heart.

the two of you continued with the review. laughs and smiles were exchanged constantly and it was probably the most you've ever enjoyed doing school work.

"you're doing really good rodrick, you just needed to focus some more." you smiled after he got another question right.

"it's definitely because of you." he replied. you playfully bumped his shoulder and looked for another question to ask.

"ok let's do another one."

"i think i should get something for doing so good now." he said. you gave him a questioning look.

"like what, candy?" you replied. he shrugged. then you had an idea. it was a very corny idea but an idea nonetheless. the two of you were having a good time and it wouldn't hurt to ask, yolo right? "what if i give you a kiss?" you kinda cringed a bit at your words but tried not to let it show, anxiously waiting for his response.

the boy was stunned. his eyes widened and your words replayed in his head over and over. "a kiss?" he asked. "really?"

"only if you want though. it's pretty dumb i don't know." you looked down at the paper in your lap but his words made you look back at him.

"no, it's not dumb. um. yeah, that would be great motivation." he nervously laughs. you laughed back.

"but it has to be after getting 2 questions right." you said. he agreed, and for sure, he got 2 questions right.

"you've turned me into a genius, y/n." he smiled.

"you're definitely reaching nerd status." you laughed.

"well, you gave me the best motivation ever." he replied. now it hit you, you actually had to kiss him. you tried to hide the nervousness from your face. there was no turning back now. you turned to face him, crossing your legs on the bed, and placed your hand on his shoulder as you leaned in and gave him a quick peck. he looked at you as you leaned back.

"how was that?" you asked. he was quiet for a moment a little shocked that this was happening with the girl he liked but then he snapped out of it.

"i-i don't know. maybe you should uh, do it again just to be sure." he answered, making you smile.

"if you insist." you leaned in and let your lips meet again. this time it was more than a peck. his hands rested on your cheeks and yours around his shoulders. you melted into the kiss taking in the moment as the butterflies that you constantly felt seemed to go crazy.

once you finally parted for a breath the two of you couldn't stop smiling at each other.

"yeah, that was pretty good." rodrick said. you gave him another quick kiss but just as your lips touched the door opened.

"hey kids, do you want- oh." it was susan and you instantly jumped away from him. "didn't i tell you to keep the door open?"

"mom! just go away!" rodrick stood up.

"ok ok, sorry." she walked out but made sure to leave the door very much open. as soon as you heard her footsteps fade away you couldn't help but laugh. rodrick turned to you.

"sorry, that was a lot." you said. he laughed too and sat back down next to you.

"i know i'm sorry." he said.

"it's ok. i just need to make sure to kiss you when there aren't any family members around." you said.

"i agree 100%."

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley x y/n #rodrick x y/n

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kaciidubs · 1 year ago

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Hii! Omg first of all I love your works! Seconddd I was wondering if I could request fem reader being needy while bangchan is busy working on music so he has her riding his thigh to get off ?

Hello Nonnie!! Thank you so much, I'm glad you've read them! And of course you can! I'm a sucker for this concept so I hope you enjoy~

Work from Home

❣ Summary: On nights like these, you were thankful Chris was able to take his work anywhere he wanted. ❣ ❣ Word Count: 2.8k ❣ Warnings: Pleasure Dom! Chris, Sub! Reader, daddy kink, dacryphilia, thigh riding, a lot of begging, praise, degradation, reader is extremely needy, comfort, allusions to multiple rounds ❣ ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris, Channie, and Baby, Reader is referred to as Baby, Princess, Good Girl, and Slut, a lot of word 'please' being used, Chris calls himself Daddy ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

Chris was a busy man, you understood that the same as about 99% of the population who knew of him; he was the leader of seven darling, crazy boys, the leader of the 4th generation of Kpop, a writer, composer, lyricist, computer programmer, amongst the numerous other titles he had hidden in his extensive resume.

Chris was also your boyfriend; silly, kind, obnoxiously good looking, bashful, caring, insanely good at making omelets, hot, great with kids, animal lover, dad joke aficionado, and did you mention drop dead gorgeous?

Especially when he was making music?

It was one of the few nights he opted to bring his work home with him, toting his gray macbook as he shuffled through your shared apartment’s front door, offering you a shy apology as he told you he needed to work on a few more tracks throughout the evening.

Of course you brushed off his needless apology with a smile - even though you liked for him to have a break from work whenever he was home, you ultimately knew there’d be late nights of editing and schedule reviewing that he couldn’t avoid - and told him you had no problem with occupying yourself until it was time for the coveted “which takeout menu are we ordering from tonight” game.

But, damn, did he always look that sexy in that black t-shirt you’d seen time and time again? And did his lips always have that subtle shine to them or did he reapply chapstick in the car - god, did he lick them?

“No problem, baby - I’ll come get you for dinner, ‘kay?” You watched as his previous worry melted into gratefulness, stepping forward to press a kiss to your temple before making his way to your shared bedroom.

Maybe, just maybe, his plan of working from home wasn’t the best mode of action - not that it was his fault in the slightest, of course not!

But you knew how you got at the sight of him working on his music, headphones on so as to not disturb you - even though you were in two completely different rooms - and he knew that you loved watching him in his element, admiration set in those pretty eyes of yours.

Shaking yourself out of whatever horny stupor that decided fog your brain, you confined yourself to doing whatever it took to keep yourself occupied and away from your slightly workaholic boyfriend; tidying up the living room, washing what little dishes were left in the sink, even going so far as attempting the new season of the anime you were neglecting.

An hour.

One hour.

You felt like you were going crazy, your body hot and strung like a freshly crafted bowstring, the first episode of your anime currently on pause as you stared at the slightly ajar door of your bedroom; keen ears picking up the subtle key taps of his laptop.

God, what you wouldn’t give to have those long, pretty fingers of his on you, in you. He was probably focused too, his plump lips set into a pout, his eyebrows slightly pinched as if he were mad at something, but it was simply him trying to keep the hundreds of ideas in his head together.

Throwing your head back in exasperated whine, you quickly came to terms with the options laid before you; A) force yourself to sit through three 35 minute episodes and give him the space he deserves, or B) take matters into your own hands.

Your body must have made up your mind for you as you suddenly found yourself two steps away from the bedroom door, hand reaching out to push the door wider - welcoming yourself to a sight that made your heart and pussy flutter.

Chris was currently propped against the headboard, two pillows used to support his back as he supported his laptop on his thighs- god, his thighs.

There wasn’t a day where you weren’t thinking about them, especially when he was wearing his staple pair of black shorts that not only accentuated the sculpted muscles but highlighted that amazing ass of his - the same shorts he was currently wearing now, in fact.

You were drooling in more ways than one, hungrily staring at the exposed skin as if you’d never been exposed to them before.

“Baby?”

His soft call for you was enough for your heated gaze to meet his gentle eyes, squinted a little from the strain of staring at the screen of his laptop.

“You okay? Wanna figure out what to eat now?”

Shaking your head, you finally willed yourself to walk further into the room, hands going to the waistband of your sleep shorts as you unceremoniously stripped them off - leaving you in a simple pair of cotton panties, definitely not the pair that screamed “take me now”, but that was the least of your concerns.

Chris’ eyes widened, flicking between the discarded shorts, your partially bare lower half, and your face, “Princess? What-”

“I need you.” The whine came desperate from your lips as you crawled onto the foot of the bed.

Chris’ heart clenched, his pulse racing from the sight of you - pupils blown and fogged with lust - sitting on your calves with what he could only describe as pure submission, waiting for his acceptance to your invitation. He wanted you too, there was honestly rarely a moment when he didn’t want you, but he was just at the peak of his creative flow and he didn’t want to treat you to a half assed session in the sheets because his head was elsewhere.

“I… Princess, you know I love you, and I love that you love me, but-” An apologetic frown curved his lips, the coming words making him feel like a terrible boyfriend, “I-I’m so close to finishing this, there isn’t enough time-”

“Channie, please? Fuck, please? Please, please, I’m so turned on it hurts,” you nearly sobbed, your aching pussy throbbing now that his presence was near and so, so close to satiating your craving. “You don’t even have to fuck me - I can just ride you? You can finger me? Eat me out? I’ll do anything - I- I-” Your tear lined eyes flicked to his thighs, taking in the expanse that his laptop didn’t cover, “-I’ll ride your thigh? Y-You don’t even have to stop working! Just- Just make it stop, daddy, please.”

His face softened, and he wasn’t ignorant to the twitch in his shorts at your proposition; his laptop didn’t take that much room for you to be able to get comfortable on one of his thighs, and even if it did he could just put it at an angle - it wasn’t that big of a deal, not when his girlfriend was in such dire need for relief.

“You wanna ride daddy’s thigh?” A soft grin stretched his lips when you nodded hastily, lips set into a pout. “Okay, princess, come ‘ere.”

Your panties were slid off in record time, left in a puddle at the foot of the bed as you made your way to his lap. It took a few moments of repositioning, Chris tugging up the loose fabric on his right thigh for you to straddle it, hovering over the muscle and practically vibrating with anticipation.

“Look at you,” he cooed as he adjusted the decorative pillow supporting the other half of his laptop, “so fucked out of that pretty brain of yours, yet you still wait for daddy’s permission.” Once he was satisfied with the balance, his warm eyes found yours and he cocked his head to the side, “Gimme a kiss, princess.”

Leaning forward, you happily met his soft lips with your own and - shit, he did reapply that cherry chapstick - a shiver ran down your spine as a moan vibrated in your throat, fingers curling in his shirt in an effort to pull him closer.

You could feel his lips curl into a smirk, parting just so your noses and foreheads were still touching.

“Go on, make yourself feel good on me, yeah? I promise I’ll fuck you right when I’m done.”

Sighing a shaky breath, you finally lowered yourself onto the firm muscle of this thigh, choking on a moan from the delicious pressure on your clit, feeding the fire raging in your lower stomach. “F-Fuck- Feels so good, daddy.”

Chris hummed in acknowledgement before bringing his attention to the backing track currently waiting for him - just a few more edits, maybe another sample or two, then he’d be all yours, he promised.

You moved your hips at a testing pace, shivering at the short glide your puddling arousal made on his skin before fully committing to the movement; pressing yourself harder against his leg with the tried and true method; forward, back, forward, back, forward with a little grind, then back again. To keep yourself steady, you held his shoulder with your right hand while your left gripped high on his thigh, fingertips just barely grazing the area of his crotch.

“Daddy.” Your lips parted in a breathy moan, head lolling back as you let yourself get lost in the pleasure.

“Baby, a little quieter, please.”

You didn’t even notice the typing happening beside you, or the subtle shift in Chris’ demeanor until you brought your head back up again, eyes locked in on his illuminated face - and, most importantly, his concentrated pout.

Another wave of arousal flowed from your cunt, making the grind of your hips that much easier as you watched him. “But- Daddy, it feels good, why-”

“Because I’m still working, baby girl,” he didn’t even bother side eyeing you, eyes flitting around the screen in search of another asset, “if you can’t control yourself then you can get off and wait until I’m done.”

Your heart clenched, nails digging into the cotton of his sweatpants as you shook your head, “N-No! No, I’ll be quiet, I’ll be good.”

“Good girl.”

The only sign of good graces he gave you was a subtle flex of his thigh that had you curling forward, nearly knocking your head into his shoulder until you steadied yourself again.

A soft, slow breath fell from your lips before you went back to focusing on the hypnotic forward, back of your hips, rolling them in a way akin to the way you would if you were riding his dick - something you were currently aware of making a tent in his shorts.

‘I promise I’ll fuck you right when I’m done.’

Your hips stuttered, walls clenching helplessly around nothing as you remembered his promise - his guarantee of fucking you until the only thing going through your mind is him.

Choking back a whimper, you rode his thigh with a new fire - shivering breaths escaping you with each subtle tense of his thigh and every odd drag of his skin against your budding clit.

Soon, with the help of your overactive imagination and a few shifts from Chris, you found yourself at the peak of your climax, teetering just on the edge but nothing was quite enough to push you over; your thighs were tense and sore, muscles burning as your poor, neglected pussy begged for something more than the repetitive grinding.

Blinking away the heavy fog of lust blurring your vision, you lifted your head to look at the man in front of you, heart skipping a beat as he looked completely unbothered from the act happening in front of him - if you hadn’t known any better, you would have thought he wasn’t even interested in you, but the blush taking over his ears and neck were telltale signs he was.

“C-Channie…” Your voice was weak, wavering from your tireless efforts at getting the high you oh so desperately needed.

“A few more minutes, baby, I just need to play it back and-”

“Channie, no, please, I-” Breath hitching, ultimately growing frustrated by his nonchalant attitude, you pressed on, “I can’t, ‘s not enough - please, please, help me?”

His jaw tensed and you knew you struck a nerve, his eyes snapping to yours for the first time since you entered the bedroom.

“It’s not enough? Baby girl,” he tutted, huffing a breath through his nose, “you were the one who came in here whining like a needy little slut, soaking wet without me having to even lay a finger on you - let alone be in the same room - and now what you begged for isn’t enough?”

Despite his scolding, the motions of your hips didn’t falter - if anything, they sped up, grew firmer as you continued to drive for your orgasm.

“Daddy, I-” A small sniffle escaped you, tears from being pent up for the past 30 minutes welling in your eyes and trailing down your cheeks, “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it! I- I need you - need your touch, need your cock, n-need you to help me, please!”

The speed at which he tossed his laptop to the side should have had you worried about the hard drives taped to the back, but you weren’t - not when he was finally paying attention to you, touching you, indulging in you.

His large hands dripped the plush of your hips, immediately dragging them into a longer, faster pattern that had you keening in his hold; your head tipping back in a loud, unabashed moan.

“Poor princess can’t do anything without her daddy helping, huh? I thought I gave you everything you needed, too.” He spoke in a hushed tone, as if he were voicing his grievances out to himself as he dragged you - nearly bouncing you - against his thigh. “I let you use my thigh like some fucking toy while I worked, I helped you adjust, I helped you get there, but it still wasn’t good enough - not for a spoiled princess like you.”

Chris’ bruising grip slid down to your ass, squeezing the flesh before raising his right hand to land a smack against the swell of the cheek.

A surprised yelp escaped you, your left hand now holding onto his other shoulder for dear life, the heat of his strong stare making your pussy quiver.

“C-Chri- Daddy- Daddy, can I - fuck- I-I need- inside-”

“No.” He licked his lips, fixing you with a domineering gaze, “You’re gonna come using my thigh, and my thigh only, just like you wanted.” You let out a whine of disdain and he raised his eyebrow, poking his cheek with his tongue before cocking his head to the side. “Oh? But, princess, that’s what you wanted - that’s what you came to me for, begged me for, so that’s what I’m giving you, now fucking come like the good little slut you are.”

You gasped, body stilling as his words fell from his mouth and went straight to your cunt, pushing you into the orgasm you’ve been craving for so, so long. “D-Daddy! Daddy! I’m c- ah!”

He guided your hips into a short grind, helping you ride out your orgasm as your cum further coated his dripping thigh - he was sure some of it even trailed around the sides and stained the sheets underneath, but that was a problem he’d handle in a few more hours.

“There you go, that’s my girl - my good girl.” He cooed, eyes trained on your face currently enraptured in bliss, the tension melting from your body with each ragged breath you took. “That’s it, princess.”

Your hips stilled once you finally came down, laying your head against his shoulder with a tired huff and melting further into his body.

“You okay, princess?” Chris hummed softly, arms coming up to wrap around your waist, “Didn’t take it too far, did I? Wasn’t too much?”

You hummed, shaking your head as you turned to lay on your cheek, lips gracing his warm neck, “Nuh uh, daddy, it wasn’t too far - I liked it, ‘m okay.”

“Good.” He brought a hand up to softly massage the back of your neck, essentially cradling you against him.

A few moments passed before you sat up, a little less foggy-headed and more at ease with the handsome man you had the honor to call your boyfriend. “Okay, Channie, you can go back to work - ‘m sorry for distracting you.”

His eyes widened a bit before he looked askance, hands falling to your bare thighs as he cleared his throat, “Ah, well, I… sort of… finished it a few minutes before you asked for my help to get you to come - I was just clicking around to see if you could actually get off just from grinding on me.”

He expected you to lash out at him, for telling a white lie just to see if you could finish without his help, but when he looked back at you all he could see was an all too familiar sparkle in your eyes - the lips he wanted to kiss ever since you came into the bedroom curling into a smile.

“So you… You can make good on your promise?”

Chris chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief before glancing back at you, a familiar glint in his eyes making you shiver. “Oh, princess, you know I always keep my promises, especially to you.”

#✧. ┊ kacii answers #skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #bang chan x reader #bangchan smut #bangchan x reader

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tin-wufborf · 4 months ago

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Tin's Favorite Sterek Fics (Part 19)

Hello, and welcome to part fucking 19 of Tin's Favorite Sterek Fics. Good lord, how the hell have I gotten to 19 of these?? I cannot believe!!!

As always, thank you all so much for all of the love you continue to show this little series of mine. I never really expected any of these posts to get more than a passing notice from anyone, so to see that so many of you have liked and shared this series is honestly kind of mind boggling but also pretty cool. Because I just want everyone to read these stories, ya know? Like, I really love all of these fics that I'm recommending. I wasn't lying or exaggerating when I said that I re-read these fics all the time. I love these stories, and I want others to love them too.

I won't go on some of the crazy tangents that I do IRL, but I fucking love fan fiction. I truly believe that a good chunk of the world's more trivial issues could be solved by people simply getting into the right kind of fanfic for them. Because there's really something out there for everyone so long as you're willing to look for it, and I just think that is the coolest thing, you guys. It's just the bees knees. So to be able to share these lists of my favorite Sterek fics has been such a fun and fulfilling endeavor, and I am glad to have been able to share it with you all.

Okay, enough sap from me! I have admittedly imbibed a bit before writing this up, so I am a little bit in my head right now as well as in my feelings.

I hope you're all having as good a day as you can, if not a great one.

Smoochies and squeezies!

List and links to previous/next part(s) below the cut.

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DISCLAIMER: This is me warning you all that some of the fics I've included in this list may cover explicit, dark, and/or "taboo" subject matters. I cannot express enough how little I care what anyone thinks about any of that; all I want is for you to use caution when reading anything I've listed here and to please review and heed whatever tags the authors have provided in order to keep yourselves safe. Your experience from this point on is your own responsibility, not mine and not the authors'.

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Family Day by klutzy_girl (T | 1/1 | 2,447)

Derek and Stiles spend the day with Stiles' (and Scott's) younger sister and come to a few realizations.

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You aren't broken by GreyHaven (G | 1/1 | 4,339)

Derek doesn’t understand sex. Well, no, that makes him sound innocent and sheltered and he isn’t either of those things.

But he doesn’t understand the appeal of sex.

The one in which Derek thinks he's broken and tries to break up with Stiles. Stiles doesn't let him and insists on an open conversation which leads to Derek realising he's not broken, he's asexual. But can Stiles accept that?

(Spoiler alert: of course he can.)

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and the wild things roared their terrible roar by hoars (E | 1/1 | 4,905)

Derek as Khal Drogo (but set in snow beyond the wall) and Stiles as Daenerys Stormborn (although he's a greenseer of the Children rather than a dragon).

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Show Me Your Igloo and I'll Show You Mine by DiscontentedWinter (E | 1/1 | 4,943)

Stiles is finally going to meet the online friend he's had for years.

Instead, the hottest guy in the world walks in.

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that boy is a monster series by hoars (3 works | NR-M | 6,840)

1. monsters steal me away (M | 1/1 | 1,720) There’s a monster in the forest that has taught Stiles to lie and to love. 2. no secret stays secret (NR | 1/1 | 2,558) John follows Stiles into the woods one night. 3. my ghosts approve (NR | 1/1 | 2,562) (optional) Derek loves all his past loves because they all taught him how to love Stiles best.

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Run Wild and Free by greenleaf (T | 1/1 | 6,991)

Derek is a police officer, just recently moved to Beacon Hills, and possibly nursing a crush on the really hot, really powerful doctor with the twin sons.

(Or a story that was almost titled, 'I'm Quite Fawn'd of You, My Deer' but I stopped myself and I don't know why.)

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Do It For The Vine by crossroadswrite (G | 1/1 | 7,108)

“Tammy,” he calls her to attention and his baby daughter turns her sweet hazel eyes to him. “Do you want to go to the skate park tomorrow?”

Autumn gasps and twists until her bony knees are digging into his thighs.

“Daddy,” she says very seriously, placing both hands on his cheeks and looking him in the eye. “Don’t play with my emotions, daddy.” . (OR: in which Derek's daughter gets a skateboard and a cute guy teaching her tricks and Derek just gets the cute guy.)

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The Jackass in the Camaro by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) (G | 1/1 | 7,237)

To the guy I splashed with water on First and Crown on Thursday, February 27th around seven at night: I am an a**hole. I’m sorry. I was being an impatient driver, and I just wanted to get home, and I cut off the bus to get there faster. I didn’t mean to soak you with rainwater, and I am truly sorry for doing so. That was a total d*ck move of me. With regrets, The Jackass in the Camaro.

Stiles had to re-read the notice four times before he honestly believed he was seeing it with his own two eyes. He’d gotten splashed by rainwater on First and Crown on Thursday around seven while waiting at a bus stop because of an impatient Camaro driver cutting off a bus.

Like, that was actually a thing that had happened. This was a real thing.

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The Plan for Healthy Eating in the Stilinski-Hale Household by inhystereks (G | 1/1 | 8,100)

Melanie burst into tears, screaming about how she didn’t want their daddy to die while Greg tried to comfort her, sending his own anxious glances Stiles’ way. Elena grilled Addie and Clary about whether they knew for sure. The twins started listing examples from their textbook. Ian turned to Derek asking if food could really hurt humans while Kevin turned to Stiles and begged him not to kill himself by eating too many curly fries.

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children of the bad revolution by hoars (NR | 1/1 | 9,506)

Far away and long ago, the only companion Derek has, the only friend and enemy he's known since he was young, is the chain.

Then Stiles happens.

Then the crows.

Then the end of the world.

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to build a home by elisela (T | 1/1 | 13,021)

“You realize you’re at least ten grand over budget on Stiles’ house, don’t you,” Allison says, and he’s not entirely sure if it’s a question or not. “You better hope this works out because we can’t afford to build an entire house for everyone you want to date.”

He doesn’t bother denying it. “I’m going to do a lot of the demo and installation myself,” he says, leaning over her to cross off some of the numbers she’d written down. “It’ll work out.”

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A Crooked Way to Fly by andavs (G | 1/1 | 14,980)

“We can’t just leave him here to die.”

“He’s an emissary, Scott.” Derek tried to make his tone empathetic, but Scott’s tendency to fight back on everything always grated on his nerves. “His pack is gone, he won’t survive more than a day or two either way.”

“Then we should stay with him.”

Derek sighed as he studied the man for a moment; he was too pale against the fur rim of his hood, almost grey from lying out in the snow, and his cloak was stained with dark dried blood around a protruding arrow shaft. It was unlikely he would even last the night. They would probably be able to carry on in the morning with little time lost, if any.

It wasn’t a horrible idea, Derek decided reluctantly. They hadn’t been able to set up a real camp for a few weeks in the open foothills, and they were all on edge from sleeping in exposed areas. A defensible place to sleep would be good for them, even if they were surrounded by death. They would be able to give the pack proper burials, at the very least.

“Fine. One night,” Derek relented, already moving away to check on Isaac. “He’s your responsibility.”

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This Kind of Luxe by sugarybowl, weathervaanes, wishingonalightningbolt (E | 1/1 | 15,113)

As they have for almost every US President since the 1910s, the Prime Minister and the royal head of their country pay a visit to the United States after inauguration. Which is why, when President Jonathan Stilinski is elected into office, Queen Talia Hale of Norland plans their trip.

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Prince Derek and First Son Stiles. Gooey, ridiculous romance ensues.

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Good for you by lilysaid (E | 1/1 | 16,768)

Completely by chance, I saw a "human boyfriend for werewolf roleplay" ASMR video on YouTube and thought 1. Stiles would totally do something as reckless as making an ASMR channel for werewolves 2. He would be really good at it and 3. It would definitely blow up in his face.

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No Other Love by Idday (T | 1/1 | 18,745)

And maybe it’s irony, or the universe at work, or maybe it’s just Derek Hale’s shitty luck, but that’s when, at that exact moment (as Stiles will swear later), there’s a knock on the door. “Laura?” Derek breathes in disbelief, and Stiles feels his own face fall into confused slackness. Because the girl standing in the doorway? The last time Stiles had seen her—or, well, half of her—she’d been very naked, and very, very dead. “Hey, baby bro,” she says with a grin. ... OR: The one where Laura comes back from the dead, and it turns out to be bad for Stiles, because he’s suddenly spending a lot of quality time with one of the coolest people he’s ever met, and her brother. The guy that he might be just a little in love with. He's not okay.

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Nothing Short Of Perfect by GotTheSilver (E | 1/1 | 27,019)

In which Derek and Stiles are made aware of their potential and have to make a choice about what their relationship will be.

“Let me get this straight,” his dad says. “You’re telling me a witch told Derek and yourself that you could be destined to be together and now Derek will be going to college with you?”

Stiles shrugs, resting his hands on his legs to stop himself from fidgeting. “That’s about it, yep.”

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The Weight of an Enchanted Heart by PalenDrome (nerdherderette), 1jet2unknown (E | 1/1 | 31,590)

Marriage to the shape-shifting Alpha King of Lunansholt wasn't on Stiles' bingo card. His magic had other plans.

[excerpt]: Stiles entered Derek’s chambers, slamming the door behind him. “What did you do with my things?”

“These things?” Derek asked, waving his hand with an arched brow.

Stiles gaped when he saw his books lined neatly on Derek’s shelves. His trunk was in the corner, many of his clothes were visible in the partly open wardrobe, and the cloak he’d brought from home hung neatly on a hook.

“It would have been nice if you asked first.” A quick sweep around the room found only one bed. “Where am I supposed to sleep?” he asked, frowning.

“We are married now, Stiles,” Derek said after a moment. “We sleep together.”

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No Mercy by Gia279 (M | 24/24 | 24,743)

The story of the Boy King was this: when he was sixteen, the Stilinski kingdom was at war with the Novak kingdom. King John was on the front lines with his soldiers when his teenage heir came to check in with him. The king was struck down in a nighttime attack, in front of the boy. The boy took up the king’s dropped sword, mounted his war steed, and slaughtered the enemy forces.

When the remaining soldiers surrendered, he cut them down with his father’s sword and returned home a boy king with a bloodstained reputation.

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Salty Sweet by secondstar (E | 11/11 | 46,478)

Derek works at a porn store. One day, Stiles comes in asking all sorts of TMI questions about different toys. That's where it all starts.

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Call Me (Cliché) by orphan_account (M | 18/18 | 84,649)

When the sheriff's sister ends up in a wheelchair for the duration of summer, Stiles' dreams of three months full of pack bonding, late-night video games and bro-time with Scott come crashing down. He's temporarily relocated to Redford, a three hour drive away, and he can already tell he won't be getting many visitors.

Sure the pack will forget about him while he's gone, Stiles is determined to make the most of his summer of isolation, training his body and mind - and his magic - so he can come back with a bang, and maybe catch a certain Sourwolf's eye.

Then Derek shows up at his window one night with a flimsy excuse about needing research done. Suddenly, his summer away is looking a whole lot more interesting.

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puckpocketed · 7 months ago

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5/08/2023 - Berkly Catton captains Team Canada to gold at the Hlinka Gretzky Cup, leading the tournament with 8 goals and 2 assists in 10 games || 19/01/2024 Meet the Future - Berkly Catton named Team White's captain for the CHL/NHL Top Prospects Game || 5/07/2024 - Berkly Catton signs his ELC with the Seattle Kraken

Introduction, quotes/transcripts/bits and pieces under the cut!

I can't even begin to describe how jazzed I am that Berkly Catton got drafted to a team I already love. I wrote in my Sharks off-season roundup that I was hoping against hope Catton would drop to 14th overall (back before we had moved up to 11th) and the Sharks would snap him up, as unlikely as it was that they'd try to gather more firepower when we sorely needed defensive prospects. I'm so glad I got my wish one way or another <3

Krakenblr you will LOVE this dude. He's such a star. Such a character. Berkly Catton is so, SO fun to watch. You have no idea!!! I followed him in the months leading up to the draft because there was buzz that he might be available lower down because of the Height Issue (he is, tragically, 5'11 <- which makes him undraftable unfortch) + concerns with how his game will translate to the NHL level. He is an electrifying playmaker. He's so creative, throws in so many fakes, WILL break ankles, very good hands... ough <3 everything I personally love to see in a forward all rolled into one neat little package !!!

There's the suggestion that he's been "over-scouted," which really just means they've all been watching him so long they're probably overthinking things and looking for stuff to critique. I'm inclined to believe this take over the other one because I'm an optimist and he was one of my little guys going into the draft! I won't include more of that here, but there's plenty of material out there if you'd like to look for it.

Below are some of my favourite bits and pieces from media he's appeared in <3

“I don’t like to give it away (pause) but I look at guys before games,” Catton revealed. “What’s weird is going from midget to junior hockey is a big jump. Last year I was learning. This year I wanted to add stuff. My pregame stuff and to look at guys doing draws and seeing what works. That’s pre-scouting on my end. If a guy has a certain move, and you can trump it early, it gets in his head a little bit. That helped quite a bit.”

“I think I sometimes have a problem with passing the puck too much. I love seeing my teammates score and setting up for an open net. It’s one of my favourite things in hockey, if not my favourite,” Catton admitted. “That’s something I can work on. When I get a chance put it home kind of thing. I got better this year at it’s still something I’d like to improve. Honestly, I’m a pass first mentality guy I would say.”

- Berkly Catton’s video scouting has improved his overall game

You know, when I first read and saved this article I was like; this prospect who reviews VIDEO is gonna haunt me. That's my weakness btw, I'm freak4freak. If you tell me a hockey player is also deeply infatuated with the game to the point of reviewing tape in their free time that's IT for me. it's JOEVER. i have a type and i know it <3 also wowie a pass-first guy who gets really really happy when his teammates score??? crying. crying. Berkly Catton . tucking uou gently away <3 forever <3

From A Day in the Life: Berkly Catton & Conner Roulette

Fave movie is The Notebook (<- unrelated there's a . really funny comment on this video from a philly fan lamenting that Catton likes the Notebook - I assume because that's some uhhh how do the kids call it,, femme soyboy shit? lmao anyway stay LOSING toxic masculinity !!!)

The boys call him 'Berk' <3

He talks about Jack Hughes being a big influence on him (in other media, he gives Hughes as a player comp!) and going to hang out and work with the Hughes family in Michigan. I sense a thread of admiration here like it's such a sweet little crush LOL <3 I hope he notices you Berkly !!

he gives the player of the match hat to a coach/trainer (one of the two) it's lovely... ouhhh... good little fella so polite and so conscious of staff being the foundation of his success... mwah!!

From Berkly Catton Talks Hockey Sense, His Start In Hockey & More | Game Tape With Tony

His father and grandfather built him a rink in his backyard, very sweet.

1OA in the WHL draft!

Anime main character levels of training-arc... my guy shot thousands of pucks over the summer in his backyard and then came back suddenly able to score goals. <- this is where the DIY goalie made of wood and blocker pads comes in. lol. lmao. are u even real.

sorry. sorry. OLEN ZELLWEGER MENTION. <- one of my personal favourite little guys (undersized puck moving defensemen my BELOVED) "Kind of a funny story [...] I pretty much had a breakaway, when he just turned backwards and played it as a 1-on-1 somehow, and I was like 'wow, this guy's the real deal', so." I really liked how Catton easily recalled a specific person/moment when asked who challenged him the most in the WHL; I think it speaks to a thoughtfulness about the game - it would've been easy to just give a vague Oh Everyone Is Good answer here and I like that he didn't!

There's a section where he talks about how he got so good at stick lifting, such an interesting perspective I never considered - he played in situations and against people where he couldn't just throw his body around to win, so he had to learn to get the puck in other ways. KEVIN KORCHINSKI MENTION <- another one of my little guys <3

mentions his dad being a big influence on his 'patience'. parents are so funny to me. ur watching your sons juniors matches? and Ohhhhh Chris Catton was a hockey player too . it all makes sense. Berkly Catton product of jockdad like so many before him <3

I do love that throughout this interview, Catton defers to his linemates a lot. Always hyping them up and talking about how he owes his success to them. it could be construed as false humility, given Catton was the highest scoring draft-eligible in the league - but he really does go out of his way to emphasise how highly he regards them and how much of their on-ice success is owed to good chemistry built up over the entire season. It strikes me as genuine!! He's a good boy <3

Revealed he can solve a rubix cube at the end... wow... he just liek me fr...

PLEASE watch this on-ice interview where he's chatting after a game and then gets ABSOLUTELY WASTED by 5 water bottles and all the boys. he is clearly so so so beloved in that locker room waaaahhh <3

Anyway this isn't an exhaustive list but it IS a lot of the reasons why I really liked him pre-draft. welcome to the deep Berkly <3

#HELLO!!! COME GET YOUR BERKLY CATTON SCOUTING REPORT #berkly catton #seattle kraken #kraken lb #nhledit #hockeyedit #nhl gifs #puck!gif #p!gif:kraken #my writing #primers #puckscouting

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reidmarieprentiss · 6 months ago

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Bridges to Belonging

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Seven

Summary: (18+) Y/N and Spencer struggle finding time to see each other with their busy schedules, they do find time for Spencer to have a new experience

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: Angst, fluff, smut

Warnings/Includes: angst, talks of virginity, self doubt, relationship issues, smut (18+) more warnings under the cut

Word count: 14.3k

a/n: this is so long! and maybe bad!! i have never written smut before i'm so sorry for this, if anyone would like to volunteer to help me or be my smut writer from here on out dear god i'll take it!!!!

main masterlist

Additional warnings: hand job, oral sex (male receiving), nipple play, breast play, slight dirty talk

On Monday morning, the atmosphere in the BAU briefing room was charged with the usual pre-mission tension as the team gathered around the round table. Files and coffee cups were scattered about, each team member reviewing last-minute details before they set out. Hotch, standing at the head of the table, concluded the briefing with his customary, "Wheels up in 30."

As the team began to disperse, Morgan leaned over to Spencer with a mischievous grin. "So, Pretty Boy, don't think you're getting off easy this morning. We need the scoop on your big date," he said, loud enough for others to overhear.

Spencer's face instantly turned a deep shade of red, a bashful smile creeping onto his lips. Emily and JJ, overhearing Morgan, quickly joined in, pulling their chairs a bit closer to Spencer.

"Come on, Spence, you've got to give us something. We've been on the edge of our seats all weekend!" JJ teased, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"Yeah, don't hold out on us, Reid," Emily chimed in, "Was it romantic? Tell us everything!"

Even Rossi, usually more reserved, looked on with a raised eyebrow, clearly interested in hearing details of Spencer's foray into romance.

Spencer glanced around the table at his eager teammates, their faces a mix of amusement and genuine interest. Taking a deep breath, he began to share, his voice soft but filled with happiness. "Well, we went to the Met, and then to this great little restaurant that we went to after that one case. It was... really nice."

"Nice? That's all you've got?" Morgan laughed, prodding him further. "Come on, man, did you make out? Did you go up to her place? Give us the good stuff!"

Spencer let out a nervous and surprised laugh, a bit more relaxed now, encouraged by the friendly banter. "We laughed a lot. And, well, we did end up walking back to her place together. It was a good night."

"And?" Emily prodded, not satisfied with the basics.

"And," Spencer continued, a shy but unmistakably happy smile spreading across his face, "she kissed me on the cheek when we said goodnight."

The table erupted in cheers and claps, with Penelope Garcia, who had just walked in on the conversation, squealing in delight. "Oh my gosh, that is so cute! Spencer, that’s wonderful!"

Hotch, who had been packing up his files, looked over with a small, approving smile. "It sounds like you had a successful evening, Reid. I'm glad."

Spencer nodded, feeling a rush of warmth from the support and excitement of his team. "Thanks, everyone. I, uh, I really like her. We're planning to see each other again soon."

"Well, you've got the BAU's official seal of approval," Rossi said, giving Spencer a friendly nod.

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Late one evening, while away on a case, Spencer found himself lying on his hotel bed, staring at the ceiling. The hum of the air conditioner and the occasional siren outside couldn't drown out the thoughts of Y/N swirling in his mind. Finally giving in to the urge, he picked up his phone and dialed her number, his heart racing slightly as he waited for her to answer.

"Hey, Spencer!" Y/N's voice came through, bright and cheerful, immediately easing some of the tension he felt from the case.

"Hey, Y/N," Spencer breathed out, trying to sound casual. "I, uh, I realized I forgot to ask you something important the other day."

"Oh?" Y/N's voice was laced with amusement, clearly sensing there was more to his call. "And what could that possibly be at this hour?"

Spencer chuckled softly, feeling a bit more relaxed. "Well, I was thinking about our next date, and I realized we never decided what episodes of Doctor Who we're going to watch. You know, it's crucial planning."

Y/N laughed, the sound making Spencer smile. "Absolutely crucial, Dr. Reid. We wouldn't want to mess up our Doctor Who marathon with poor episode choices. That would be tragic."

As their conversation eased from light-hearted banter about Doctor Who into more substantial topics, Y/N and Spencer found themselves delving into the realities of their day-to-day professional lives. Y/N described a particularly challenging situation at work. Her role required not only expertise in psychology but also a deep well of patience and creativity to reach children who were often surrounded by walls of mistrust.

"I had to think outside the box today," Y/N explained, her tone reflective. "It's tough when you can see the potential for breakthrough, but every approach you take just doesn't seem to click at first."

Spencer listened intently, nodding even though she couldn't see him. "I can imagine that's incredibly challenging. But if anyone can find a way, it's you," he encouraged, genuinely impressed by her dedication and innovative methods.

"Yeah, thanks, Spencer. It means a lot to hear that," Y/N replied, her voice softening with appreciation.

Switching the focus to Spencer, Y/N asked about his current assignment. Spencer was naturally more guarded, knowing the often grim details of his cases could be distressing. He chose to describe the broader strokes of the behavioral analysis involved rather than the specifics.

"We're working on identifying patterns in a series of incidents across state lines," Spencer began, his tone clinical but careful. "It involves a lot of data synthesis and predictive modeling, trying to anticipate the unsub's next move without much to go on."

"That sounds intense," Y/N remarked, her curiosity piqued by the intellectual challenge of his job, despite the darker undertones. "How do you manage the stress that comes with that kind of responsibility?"

Spencer gave a small laugh, a hint of self-deprecation in his voice. "Lots of coffee and not enough sleep, mostly. But really, it's about compartmentalizing and focusing on the fact that every step we take is towards preventing further harm."

Y/N nodded, understanding the weight of such a role. "It's incredible what you do, Spencer. Really. It's like every day, you're part of a team that saves lives."

The conversation then veered back to lighter topics, but the depth of their exchange added layers to their understanding of each other. This mutual glimpse into their professional lives not only deepened their respect for one another but also highlighted the parallels in their dedication to helping others, albeit in very different contexts.

"So, the team's been giving you a hard time, huh?" Y/N asked, her tone turning playful again.

"You have no idea," Spencer sighed dramatically. "Morgan hasn't stopped teasing me since I got back from our date. And Penelope—she showed up at my door Sunday evening with dinner and dessert, wanting to hear all about our night."

"Really?" Y/N giggled. "She did the same to me! I guess she couldn't wait to get all the gossip from both sides."

"It was a full-on interrogation," Spencer joked. "But, honestly, it's nice to see them so happy for us."

"Yeah, it is," Y/N agreed, her voice softening. "They sound like a great team."

"They really are," Spencer confirmed. They spent another moment discussing potential ideas for their next date, bouncing thoughts off each other with an ease that felt both exhilarating and deeply comforting.

As their conversation wound down, neither Spencer nor Y/N seemed eager to hang up. They lingered on the line, sharing a comfortable silence that spoke volumes of their growing connection.

"Spencer, I... I'm really glad you called," Y/N finally said, her voice a whisper as if she were confiding a secret.

"Me too, Y/N. I suppose I sort of… miss you," Spencer admitted, his voice equally hushed, the words feeling both scary and right.

"Me too," she whispered back, her voice warm with affection.

Eventually, they said their goodnights, but only after making tentative plans for when Spencer returned. Hanging up, Spencer lay back on his bed, a content smile on his face. He felt like a giddy teenager with his first crush. He only wished Y/N was here, laying in the bed next to him.

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Back home from the case, Spencer's apartment felt unusually tidy and welcoming as he gave it one last sweep before Y/N's arrival. The anticipation had him checking the clock every few minutes, a nervous energy propelling him from one room to another as he made sure everything was perfect for their Doctor Who marathon night. He had spent the earlier part of the day decorating subtly with Doctor Who memorabilia, including a makeshift TARDIS door cover that added a playful touch to his usually unadorned apartment.

On the coffee table, Spencer arranged an assortment of snacks, paying special attention to include all of Y/N's favorites that Hotch had discreetly passed on to him. There were bags of gourmet popcorn, several types of chocolate, and even some healthier options like fruit and nuts, all set beside two large bowls.

In the kitchen, the smell of homemade meat pies filled the air—an attempt by Spencer to bring a bit of British flair to their evening. He hoped the gesture would be met with a smile, considering Y/N's affection for all things authentically connected to their shared favorite show.

The setup for the marathon was equally thought-out. The living room was rearranged to ensure maximum comfort. Cushions and blankets were piled on the sofa, creating a cozy nest. The TV was set with the Doctor Who episodes they had agreed on, including a mix of both their favorites and a few Y/N mentioned she had never seen before, promising fresh enjoyment and reactions for Spencer to witness.

As the time neared for Y/N to arrive, Spencer's excitement was tempered with nerves. He wanted the night to be perfect, to be a step forward in their blossoming relationship. He went over his mental checklist again—snacks, ambiance, dinner, entertainment—all checked off. Yet, the butterflies in his stomach wouldn't settle.

Finally, a soft knock on the door jolted him from his reverie. His heart skipped a beat as he walked to the door, smoothing down his shirt unconsciously. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he opened the door with a hopeful smile.

Y/N stood there, her presence instantly brightening the doorway. Her smile was wide, and she held up a bag of additional treats, playfully suggesting they might not have enough snacks—a light jest to ease into the evening.

"Hey, Spencer," she greeted warmly, stepping inside and looking around with an appreciative eye. "Wow, you really went all out, didn’t you? It looks amazing!"

Spencer's nervousness faded slightly under her genuine enthusiasm. "I'm glad you like it," he replied, feeling a bit more confident. "I wanted it to be a special night for us."

As they settled in, the initial awkwardness melted away. They shared laughs over the themed setup, teased each other about episode preferences, and soon enough, the marathon was underway.

As the marathon progressed, the room filled with the familiar sounds of Doctor Who's opening credits and the occasional laughter from Spencer and Y/N. The atmosphere was relaxed and cheerful, a perfect blend of comfort and excitement as they dove into the adventures of their favorite Time Lord.

During one of the episodes, Y/N leaned forward to grab a handful of popcorn from the bowl on the coffee table. Spencer saw this as his moment to make a smooth, albeit slightly clichéd move he had seen in a movie once. As Y/N reached for the popcorn, he casually stretched his arm and draped it over the back of the couch, right behind where Y/N had been sitting.

When Y/N settled back against the couch, she was momentarily surprised to find Spencer's arm behind her. A slight blush colored her cheeks as she turned to look at him, noticing his somewhat sheepish but hopeful smile. In that instant, any surprise she felt melted away into a warm sense of affection. With a small, encouraging smile of her own, she scooted closer to him, tilting her body to lean into his side.

Spencer's heart raced with the thrill of the moment, but as Y/N nestled into him, he felt a wave of calm wash over him. He adjusted his arm to wrap it more comfortably around her shoulders, allowing her to snuggle closer. The couch, already a cozy setup, now felt like a small haven as they both relaxed into the new position.

With Y/N leaning into his side, Spencer felt a profound sense of contentment. He could smell the faint scent of her shampoo, and the warmth of her body against his was reassuringly tangible. Every so often, Y/N would make a comment about the episode, or point out a funny inconsistency, and they would share a quiet laugh, their bodies shaking together slightly with each chuckle.

As the episodes rolled on, their initial single-arm arrangement naturally evolved into full-on cuddling. Y/N's head eventually found its way to Spencer's shoulder, and one of his hands rested lightly on her arm, fingers occasionally brushing hers. Every touch, though light and casual, sent sparks of delight through Spencer, reinforcing how right it felt to have her so close.

As the soft glow of the TV illuminated their faces, Y/N shifted slightly, her hand finding its way to Spencer’s thigh. The light touch sent a shiver through Spencer, stirring a mix of emotions and igniting a cascade of thoughts.

Internally, Spencer wrestled with the intensity of the sensation. Being a virgin, moments of physical intimacy like this were uncharted territory, laden with excitement but also a nervous apprehension. He cherished the warmth and closeness of Y/N beside him, yet part of him couldn’t help but feel a surge of anxiety about the physical expectations that might lie ahead.

His heart raced, not just from the thrill of her touch but also from the conflict within him—between his yearning for intimacy and the fear of his inexperience being a letdown. Spencer's mind buzzed with thoughts. He loved how natural it felt to have Y/N so close, how right it seemed to share this space and moment with her. Her hand on his thigh was comforting yet electrifying, a symbol of her desire and acceptance of him.

Despite his fears, Spencer realized that Y/N’s affectionate gesture was not just about physical desire; it was a reaffirmation of the emotional connection they shared. It was her way of showing trust and comfort in his presence. This realization helped ease some of his internal turmoil. He wanted to embrace this moment fully, to let go of the self-imposed barriers that his lack of experience had built around him.

Spencer's mind raced, and his body tensed almost imperceptibly under the weight of his thoughts. Y/N, sensitive to the subtle shift in his demeanor, felt the change in tension. Concern etched her features as she gently withdrew her hand from his thigh.

"Spencer, are you okay?" she asked softly, her voice filled with worry. She moved slightly to face him better, her expression open and concerned.

Spencer blinked, brought back to the moment by her question. He saw the worry in her eyes and immediately felt a pang of guilt for causing her any distress. "Oh, Y/N, yes, I’m okay," he quickly reassured her, managing a small smile. "I'm sorry, I just got a little stuck in my head. You didn’t do anything wrong."

Seeing her still looking apologetic, Spencer paused the show, turning to face her fully. The seriousness in his actions caught her attention, and she mirrored his position, giving him her full attention.

"There’s something I need to tell you," Spencer began, his voice tinged with a vulnerability that he seldom showed. He took a deep breath, searching Y/N’s eyes for the understanding he knew he would find. "I’m a virgin," he confessed, the words hanging between them in the quiet space of the room.

He rushed to explain, not just to clarify but also to unburden his heart. "It’s not for lack of trying or wanting. It’s just... I was always younger than everyone else in my grade, and, well, I was nerdy and got bullied quite a bit. So, it never happened for me." His voice was a mix of nervousness and embarrassment, his gaze dropping briefly before returning to Y/N’s.

Y/N listened intently, her heart swelling with empathy for Spencer. She reached out, taking one of his hands in hers, squeezing it reassuringly. "Spencer," she said gently, her voice warm and devoid of any judgment, "thank you for telling me. I can’t imagine how hard that must have been to say. I want you to know that it doesn’t change how I feel about you. I really like you, and nothing about this changes that."

Spencer looked at her, relief washing over him at her words. Her acceptance and understanding were palpable, and it helped ease the embarrassment that had coiled tight in his chest.

"Thank you, Y/N," he replied, his voice soft but filled with immense gratitude. "I just didn’t want to lead you to expect something I might not be ready for."

Y/N nodded, her smile kind. "We’ll go at whatever pace you’re comfortable with, Spencer. There’s no rush. I’m here with you, and that’s all that matters."

With the air cleared and their connection deepened by the honest exchange, Spencer resumed the show. But the night had shifted; there was a new closeness between them, a deeper bond forged by vulnerability and acceptance.

Y/N, still holding Spencer's hand, glanced over at him, a curious expression on her face. "Can I ask you something else, Spencer?" she ventured, her tone gentle to keep the space between them safe and open.

"Of course," Spencer replied, turning to meet her gaze, appreciative of her sensitive approach.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" Y/N asked, her curiosity piqued but her voice steady, showing that it was just another facet of getting to know him better.

Spencer paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before answering. "Yes," he admitted, his voice a little tentative. "One person, and only once."

Y/N nodded, taking in his response without judgment, her expression softening. "Thank you for telling me," she said, squeezing his hand a little tighter in a gesture of support. "I really appreciate your honesty, Spencer. It means a lot that you’re comfortable sharing these things with me."

Spencer smiled, a genuine warmth spreading through him at her understanding and acceptance. "Thank you, Y/N, for being so understanding. It’s not always easy to talk about these things, but I’m glad I can with you."

After a moment of comfortable silence, filled with the sounds of Doctor Who playing in the background, Y/N leaned over and gently kissed Spencer’s cheek. The gesture, simple yet intimate, seemed to seal the new level of trust and openness between them. She settled back into the crook of his arm, resuming their cuddling position as they turned their attention back to the screen.

As they watched, Spencer’s mind churned with thoughts. The warmth from Y/N’s kiss lingered on his cheek, a tangible reminder of their growing closeness. Despite the comfort and ease between them, a question nagged at him, fueled by his own admissions and the openness they had just shared. Gathering his courage, he decided it was his turn to understand more about Y/N.

“Y/N,” Spencer began, his voice a little hesitant as he again paused the show, turning to look at her with a mix of curiosity and slight apprehension. “Can I ask you about your experiences?”

Y/N looked at him, sensing the importance of his question and the vulnerability it took for him to ask. She nodded, a gentle encouragement for him to continue.

"Have you ever had sex?" Spencer asked cautiously, his eyes carefully gauging her reaction to ensure he wasn't crossing any lines.

"Yes, Spencer, I have. But that does not mean I expect anything from you," Y/N responded gently, her voice reassuring.

"Oh, okay. Thank you," Spencer replied, a sense of relief washing over him, yet curiosity nudged him to probe a little further. "Um, have you done everything? Like oral sex?" he inquired, his voice wavering slightly with the discomfort of the unknown but eager to understand her better.

"Yeah. In fact… I quite like it. Giving and receiving," Y/N said flirtatiously, her straightforwardness aimed at keeping the air between them clear and honest, but also slightly teasing.

"OH. Oh my God, okay. Okay. Let’s get back to the show," Spencer stammered, a flush creeping up his cheeks as he quickly reached for the remote, eager to shift their focus back to the safety of the television screen. His mind buzzed with the new information, appreciating her candor but also overwhelmed by the implications of their conversation.

As the awkward tension began to dissipate, Y/N offered a reassuring smile and gently teased, "Okay, big guy. We can get back to the show. But I want you to know you can always talk to me about anything."

"Thank you, Y/N. I really appreciate you," Spencer responded, his voice tinged with a mix of gratitude and lingering nerves. Her openness and reassurance made him feel valued and safe, a rare and cherished feeling.

Y/N, noticing Spencer's still heightened state, decided to lighten the mood further. "Spence… you seem kind of worked up right now, are you okay?" she asked playfully, her tone light.

"Mhm… yup, yeah, totally, super good," Spencer replied, his response a bit too quick and a touch too emphatic, betraying his still-rattled nerves.

"Yeah? You like it when I call you Spence?" Y/N probed further, a soft chuckle accompanying her words as she picked up on his slight disarray.

"I do, yeah," Spencer admitted, his voice softer now. "It’s intimate."

"Okay, Spence," Y/N said with a warm smile, shifting slightly to bring her hand back to his thigh, reinstating the comfortable intimacy that had momentarily been clouded by nervous energy.

The simple touch and the use of his nickname in such a tender manner helped ground Spencer. He felt a wave of affection for Y/N, appreciating how she navigated their conversation with sensitivity and humor. The return of her hand to his thigh, a gesture now familiar and comforting, reaffirmed her comfort and acceptance of him, no matter the topic of conversation.

As they settled back into their viewing positions, Spencer felt more at ease than before, the previous tension melting into a warm connection. Their shared laughter and light-hearted banter resumed, filling the room with a sense of closeness that promised only to deepen with time.

The final credits of the last Doctor Who episode rolled across the screen, neither Spencer nor Y/N made a move to get up. The comfortable silence between them spoke volumes; neither wanted the night to end. However, as the late hour ticked by, the inevitable conclusion of their perfect evening approached.

Spencer felt a mix of emotions swirling within him. Part of him yearned to extend the invitation for her to stay, to not let the night end, but he knew he wasn't ready to take such a significant step. His heart raced at the mere thought of having someone stay over, especially someone as special as Y/N. The anxiety of such intimacy so soon was palpable in his tense posture and distracted glances.

Y/N, ever observant and sensitive to Spencer’s moods, noticed his discomfort. Recognizing his internal struggle, she decided to ease the situation with the warmth and understanding she had shown all evening. She leaned closer, closing the small distance between them on the couch, and caught his gaze with her soft, empathetic eyes.

"Spencer," she whispered, her voice a soothing balm to his frazzled nerves. Without another word, she leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. It was a tender, affirming kiss, one that spoke of her deep respect for his boundaries and her care for his feelings.

The kiss was a first for them both in this budding relationship, and it was electric, sending a warm flush through Spencer’s body. It was a perfect end to their date, sealing their evening with a promise of affection and mutual respect.

As they slowly pulled apart, Spencer looked at Y/N, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and profound gratitude. "Thank you," he managed to say, his voice low and full of emotion. "For understanding and, um, and for kissing me."

Y/N giggled and smiled, her hand reaching up to gently touch his cheek. "Of course, Spencer, it was my pleasure. I really like you, and I’m more than happy to take things at a pace that feels right for both of us."

With the night winding down, they both stood and tidied up the living room, lingering over small tasks, neither wanting to rush their goodbyes. Finally, at the door, they shared another long, warm hug.

"I had a wonderful time tonight, Spencer," Y/N said.

"Me too, Y/N. Let’s do this again soon," Spencer replied, his smile genuine and hopeful.

With a final wave, Y/N stepped out into the cool night, leaving Spencer by his doorway, his heart full and his mind already anticipating their next meeting.

Spencer, still riding the high from their evening together, wandered into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, his thoughts replaying the perfect moments of their date. The soft sound of a knock at his door pulled him from his reverie. Puzzled, since it was quite late, he walked back to the door, adjusting his glasses as he went.

He opened the door, and there stood Y/N, her expression a mix of determination and a hint of playfulness. Before Spencer could form a question, Y/N spoke up, her voice soft yet urgent.

"I forgot something," she said quickly, and without waiting for his response, she leaned in and kissed him. This kiss was deeper and more intense than the last, filled with an emotion that had been simmering beneath their earlier interactions.

Y/N wrapped her arms around Spencer’s neck to keep them connected, and Spencer reciprocated by putting his hands on her face. He kissed her like he was hungry for affection, pulling a soft gasp from her lips. This was the best kiss Y/N has ever had, never has she felt more desired.

When Y/N started to slip her tongue out to play along Spencer’s bottom lip, he let out a gentle whimper. Embarrassed and brought back to reality, Spencer slowly pulled back.

As they finally parted, Spencer was left momentarily breathless, his heart racing from the unexpected intensity of their connection. Y/N looked into his eyes, a gentle smile playing on her lips, as if to reassure him of the depth of her feelings.

"Goodnight, Spencer," she whispered, pressing her pointer finger to his lips before stepping back with a lingering touch that felt like a promise.

"Goodnight, Y/N," Spencer managed to say, his voice a whisper of awe and affection. He watched her walk away, the sway of her hips enticing him, and the warmth of her kiss still lingering on his lips.

As Spencer closed the door and leaned against it, he felt a surge of emotions overwhelming his initial shock. The spontaneity and passion of Y/N's return had left him stunned, she wanted him. She really did want him, enough to turn around and come back for another taste. He touched his lips, smiling to himself in the quiet of his apartment, deeply moved and eager for their next encounter.

—

Over the course of several months, Spencer and Y/N found themselves woven into a pattern of sporadic yet deeply cherished dates. Each meeting was filled with laughter, shared secrets, and the kind of comfort that only comes with genuine connection. As the weeks turned into months, their feelings deepened—a testament to the quality of the moments they spent together, even if those moments were fewer than either of them would prefer.

Despite their growing affection, both Spencer and Y/N were grappling with the demands of their intense careers. Spencer, with his unpredictable hours at the BAU, often found himself called away at a moment's notice, leaving plans hanging in uncertainty. Y/N faced similar challenges, her responsibilities as a child psychologist not only demanding but emotionally taxing, often leaving her drained and in need of solitude to recharge.

Each date they managed to squeeze into their hectic schedules felt like a small victory against the relentless pace of their professional lives. However, as much as they cherished these snippets of time together, a silent acknowledgment began to grow between them—an unspoken question about the feasibility of nurturing a deeper relationship under such strained circumstances.

Internally, Spencer felt a growing turmoil. He cherished Y/N deeply and found himself increasingly looking forward to their every interaction. Yet, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling of inadequacy in not being able to give her more of his time. His mind often wandered during briefings and on flights to cases, pondering whether he was fair to her, holding her back from someone who could offer her the attention and presence he struggled to maintain.

Y/N, on her side, battled similar doubts. She adored Spencer's kindness, his intellect, and the gentle way he made her feel seen and understood like no one else had. Yet, after each date, as she returned to her quiet apartment, the joy of their time together was tinged with a pang of loneliness. The irregularity of their meetings made her question whether they were building something sustainable or if the sporadic nature of their interactions would eventually lead to an emotional disconnect.

Despite these concerns, neither Spencer nor Y/N had broached the subject with the other, each wary of casting a shadow over the precious moments they did share. Their communication, while open and warm, skirted around these deeper insecurities and fears. It was as if by unspoken mutual agreement, they chose to savor the present, leaving the uncertain future to unfold in its own time.

One afternoon, feeling the weight of her thoughts, Y/N decided to confide in Penelope, who had quickly become her best friend who she trusted deeply. They met at a cozy cafe, a place away from the prying eyes and ears of the office, where Y/N felt she could speak freely.

As they settled into the quiet corner with their coffee, Y/N's expression was pensive, her usual brightness tempered by the thoughts swirling in her mind. Penelope noticed her friend's unusual demeanor and reached across the table, offering a reassuring squeeze of her hand.

"What’s on your mind, hon?" Penelope asked, her voice soft with concern.

Y/N took a deep breath, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. "It’s about Spencer," she began, hesitating as she searched for the right words. "I really like him, Penelope. I mean, really like him. But I’m struggling with how sporadic everything feels. We see each other when we can, but it’s never enough, and I'm starting to wonder if it ever will be."

Penelope listened intently, her gaze sympathetic. "That sounds really tough," she replied, her voice gentle. "It’s hard when the heart wants what the clock doesn’t allow."

Y/N nodded, a sad smile touching her lips. "Exactly. And I keep wondering if I’m being fair to him—or to myself—by continuing this way. I love our time together, but the gaps in between just leave me feeling more alone. It’s like we’re in this constant loop of hellos and goodbyes, and it’s wearing on me."

Penelope considered her words carefully, understanding the delicacy of the situation. "Have you talked to Spencer about this?" she inquired, knowing that communication could either bridge their gap or confirm her fears.

"Not really," Y/N admitted, looking down. "I’m afraid to. What if bringing it up pushes him away? Or what if he feels the same way, and it leads to... ending things? I don’t know if I’m ready to hear that."

"Y/N, I know it’s scary, but sometimes, laying your cards on the table is the only way to know if you’re playing the same game," Penelope advised, her tone both encouraging and realistic. "Spencer cares about you. Maybe he’s having the same thoughts. Talking about it could bring you closer, or it might give you the clarity you need. Either way, you owe it to yourself to find out."

Y/N absorbed her words, the truth in them resonant and clear. "You’re right, Penelope. I need to talk to him. No matter the outcome, it’s better than just wondering what if."

—

Later that same week, Spencer found himself grappling with his own mix of emotions and uncertainties about his relationship with Y/N. He knew he needed to talk to someone who could offer a fresh perspective, someone who understood the demands of their work and the impact it could have on personal life. Naturally, he turned to Derek Morgan, his colleague and friend, whose advice he had always valued.

They decided to step out for a quick bite, a way to get away from the office and talk openly. As they walked to a nearby diner, Spencer felt the weight of his thoughts like a physical burden.

Once they were seated in a quiet booth at the back of the diner, away from the lunchtime rush, Derek took the lead. "Alright, kid, you look like you’ve got the world on your shoulders. Talk to me," he said, his tone both commanding and comforting.

Spencer sighed, stirring his coffee absentmindedly before looking up at Derek. "It’s about Y/N," he started, his voice tense with hesitation. "I really like her, Derek. More than I’ve liked anyone in a long time. But our schedules... it’s tough. We barely see each other, and when we do, it’s like we’re just stealing moments between cases."

Derek nodded, understanding the difficulty. "I get it, man. It’s hard to build something real when you’re always on the clock. But how does she feel about it? You guys talk about this?"

"That’s just it. We haven’t, really," Spencer admitted, his expression troubled. "I’m worried about what it might mean if we do. What if she’s just as frustrated as I am? What if she wants more than I can give her?"

Derek leaned back, his gaze thoughtful. "Spencer, you can’t let fear of the 'what ifs' stop you from pursuing something good. Maybe she’s feeling the same way, maybe she’s not. But you won’t know until you talk about it. And hey, maybe it’ll help you both figure out a way to make it work."

Spencer absorbed Derek’s words, finding some comfort in his straightforward advice. "You think we can find a balance?" he asked, a hint of hope threading through his voice.

"If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that where there’s a will, there’s a way," Derek responded with a confident smile. "You and Y/N seem to have something special. Don’t give up on it without a fight. Talk to her, man. Open up about your feelings. It’s the only way you’ll both know if you can find a path forward together."

Reassured by Derek’s supportive words, Spencer felt a little lighter as they left the diner. He knew what he needed to do now—have an honest conversation with Y/N. With Derek’s encouragement echoing in his mind, he was ready to face whatever that conversation might bring, knowing that clarity was crucial for both their hearts and their future.

After his conversation with Derek, Spencer felt a newfound resolve to address the uncertainties hovering over his relationship with Y/N. He knew it was time to have a candid discussion about their feelings and the logistical challenges they faced due to their demanding jobs. He wanted to ensure they were on the same page, whether that led to finding solutions or making difficult decisions.

Late one evening, after a long day at the BAU, Spencer found himself alone in his quiet apartment. The weight of the impending conversation pressed heavily on him, but Derek's advice bolstered his courage. He picked up his phone, his fingers hovering over Y/N's contact. Taking a deep breath, he dialed her number, listening to the ringtone with a mix of anxiety and anticipation.

"Hey, babe," Y/N answered, her voice a comforting sound in the silence of his apartment.

"Hey, Y/N," Spencer replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "Um, are you free tonight? I was hoping we could talk about something important. Could you come over?"

There was a brief pause on the line, and Spencer could almost picture Y/N's thoughtful expression. "Of course, Spencer. I can be there in about an hour. Is everything okay?" her voice tinged with concern.

"Yeah, everything's fine," Spencer reassured her quickly, not wanting to alarm her prematurely. "It's just something we need to discuss, and I think it's better to do it in person. I'll explain when you get here."

"Okay, I'll see you soon," Y/N replied, her tone now laced with an obvious concern.

"Thanks, Y/N. I'll see you soon," Spencer said, ending the call.

After hanging up, Spencer paced his apartment, trying to organize his thoughts and prepare for the conversation. He set up his living room to be as inviting and comfortable as possible, dimming the lights slightly and arranging the couch with extra cushions. He wanted to create a warm, open environment to foster a sincere and heartfelt discussion.

As he waited for Y/N to arrive, Spencer rehearsed what he wanted to say, reminding himself of the importance of honesty and openness. He acknowledged his feelings for her and his desire to make their relationship work, despite the challenges. His heart felt heavy with the weight of the conversation ahead, but he was also relieved to be taking proactive steps to address the situation.

When he heard a knock at the door, Spencer's heart started beating faster. He took a deep breath, steadied himself, and opened the door to find Y/N standing there, a look of gentle concern in her eyes.

"Hey," he greeted her, managing a small smile as he stepped aside to let her in.

"Hey," Y/N replied, stepping into the apartment and looking around, sensing the seriousness of the moment.

As they settled onto the couch, the air charged with a palpable tension, Spencer knew it was time to open up about his concerns and hopes for their future together. The conversation that would follow would undoubtedly shape the trajectory of their relationship, for better or worse.

Once they were both seated, the warmth of the room contrasting with the nervous chill between them, Spencer took a deep breath and met Y/N's gaze. He needed her to understand everything—his fears, his hopes, and how much he valued their time together.

"Y/N, I've been doing a lot of thinking," Spencer began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "About us, about how much I look forward to our time together, and how hard it is when we're apart because of our jobs."

Y/N listened intently, her eyes locked on his, a sense of dread building as she braced for what she feared might be coming.

"I value every moment we spend together," Spencer continued, his confidence growing with each word, thanks to their months of building trust and connection. "But I know it's been hard. The time apart, the cancellations... I hate that it's like this."

As he spoke, Y/N's eyes filled with tears, her heart tightening. She misinterpreted his preamble as a gentle lead-in to a breakup. "Spencer, are you... are you breaking up with me?" she asked, her voice breaking, unable to contain her fear and sadness.

Spencer's eyes widened in surprise, immediately realizing the misunderstanding. "No, no, Y/N, that’s not what I want," he hurried to clarify, reaching for her hands. "I’m trying to say that I want to make this work, despite the challenges. I love you, Y/N. I love you, and I want us to find a way to make our schedules work because you mean so much to me."

Hearing the words "I love you" not only surprised Y/N but also washed away her fears. She squeezed his hands back, the tears now flowing from relief and joy. "I love you too, Spencer. I’ve been so scared of losing what we have. I want to make it work, too. I don't want to give up on us."

As the tension dissipated, Spencer and Y/N, now nestled into the comfortable couch, delved into thoughtful conversation about how to align their lives more harmoniously.

Spencer started, his tone hopeful, "What if we sync our calendars more closely? We could see when each other is free and plan ahead more effectively."

Y/N nodded, her mind whirling with ideas. "Yes, and maybe we could set some boundaries at work. I know it's not always possible, but we could at least try to keep certain nights or weekends clear for us," she suggested, her voice filled with determination.

"I like that," Spencer replied, a smile breaking across his face. "And when we do have time together, we should make it really count. Quality over quantity, right? Maybe some unplanned adventures or just quiet nights in, like this."

Y/N laughed, squeezing his hand. "I'm all for adventures, but nights like these are perfect, too. It’s about the connection, not just the activity."

As they continued to talk, each proposal seemed to weave them tighter together, their plans forming a tapestry of commitment and mutual support. The conversation flowed naturally into laughter and lighter topics, their earlier fears now just a memory.

Lying curled up together, Y/N looked up at Spencer, her eyes gleaming with affection. "Saying ‘I love you’ tonight... it really changed things, didn't it?" she murmured, her voice soft but clear in the quiet room.

"It did," Spencer agreed, his arm tightening around her. "It feels like we’re really in this together now, no matter what comes our way."

Y/N rested her head against his shoulder, feeling content and secure. "Together," she echoed, a promise in her whisper.

As they settled into a comfortable silence, a thought suddenly struck Spencer—a crucial question he realized he had never formally asked. Despite the deep connection and commitment they had just affirmed, he felt a traditional step was missing, one that might solidify their relationship even further. Given his analytical nature and sometimes overly formal approach to social interactions, this oversight nagged at him.

"Y/N," Spencer began, shifting slightly to face her more directly. His heart was racing, not just from the gravity of the conversation they'd had but also from the anticipation of broaching a new, important topic. "I just realized, with everything we've talked about and planned... I never actually asked you something very important."

Y/N looked at him with a mix of curiosity and a gentle smile, sensing his sudden seriousness. "What’s that, Spencer?" she asked, her voice soothing, trying to ease his apparent nerves.

Spencer took a deep breath, his hands slightly clammy as he formulated his question. "Would you be my girlfriend?" he asked, the words feeling somewhat formal yet charged with emotion. "I mean, officially. I know we’ve been seeing each other and all, and I just... I want to make sure we're on the same page and that you know how serious I am about us."

Y/N's heart melted at his earnestness and the slightly awkward yet utterly sincere way he posed the question. A broad, affectionate smile spread across her face, and she reached out to hold his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Spencer, I thought you'd never ask," she teased gently, then grew more serious. "Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend."

Spencer's relief was palpable, and a warm laugh escaped him, echoing around the quiet room. "Okay, good. I just wanted to be sure. I sometimes get caught up in the details," he admitted, his smile reflective of the deep joy he felt.

"Getting caught up in the details is part of what I love about you," Y/N replied, her voice tender. She leaned in, kissing him softly, a seal on their newly defined relationship.

—

Y/N found herself struggling with a mix of emotions and uncertainties about her relationship with Spencer. She decided to seek advice from Penelope Garcia, who had become a trusted confidante. They got together at Y/N’s apartment, the privacy allowed Y/N to feel comfortable discussing private matters.

After making them coffee, Y/N hesitated, her expression serious. “Penelope, I need to talk to you about something… and it has to stay between us. Especially, you can’t tell Morgan,” she started, emphasizing the need for discretion.

Penelope nodded, her expression turning solemn. “Of course, Y/N. You can trust me.”

Y/N took a deep breath, then continued, “It’s about Spencer… We made things official, and everything is really great, but there’s something that hasn’t happened yet. We haven’t... you know, had sex. In any capacity. We’ve only made out a few times, and not even in overly… fun positions. I’m starting to worry that maybe he’s not interested in that with me.”

Penelope listened intently, her face a mask of understanding. “Okay, hun, I see. But, knowing Spencer, it might not be about a lack of interest. He might just be nervous or unsure about how to proceed. He’s, well, you know, kind of new at this. Honestly, he might not even know you want to, he doesn’t pick up on social cues very well.”

Y/N nodded, her expression a mix of relief and frustration. “I get that, and I don’t want to pressure him at all. But it’s also hard for me. I have needs too, and it’s becoming a bit frustrating. What should I do? How do I bring this up without making him feel pressured or embarrassed?”

Penelope thought for a moment before responding. “Maybe you could find a way to talk about it indirectly at first. Like, ask him what his thoughts are about relationships in general, about intimacy. See if you can get a sense of where he stands and what he’s comfortable with. Then, depending on his responses, you might find a gentle way to express your feelings and needs,” Penelope suggested thoughtfully. “Make it about both of you, about what you both want and need from the relationship, not just about the sex.”

Y/N considered Penelope’s advice, finding comfort in the logical approach. “That makes sense. I’ll try talking to him in a broad sense first. Thank you, Penelope. I just needed to talk this through with someone instead of running it around in my head over and over.”

Penelope smiled warmly. “Anytime, Y/N. And remember, it’s okay to have these conversations. They’re important. Just be honest and gentle, and I’m sure you’ll both figure out a way forward together.”

—

Y/N decided it was time to broach the subject that had been weighing on her mind. She invited Spencer over, planning a quiet and comfortable setting to have their conversation. As they settled onto the couch with cups of coffee, Y/N took a deep breath and gently steered the conversation towards more intimate aspects of relationships.

"Spencer, I've been thinking about us, about how close we've become," Y/N started, her voice soft but clear. "And I wonder if we might talk about our feelings regarding... intimacy. I feel it’s something we haven’t really discussed."

Spencer listened intently, his expression one of attentive concern. "You're right, we haven't really talked about that," he admitted, a slight nervousness in his voice.

Y/N, sensing his discomfort, chose her words carefully. "I want you to know that I care about you deeply, and part of being in a relationship is sharing those intimate moments. I guess, I’ve been feeling a bit unsure because we haven’t crossed that bridge yet."

Spencer’s expression shifted to one of realization mixed with a hint of distress. "Y/N, I’m so sorry if I made you feel neglected in any way. I do think about it, about being close to you like that. It’s just that I’m not very experienced. And... well, there’s something I’ve never told you."

Y/N reached out, placing a gentle hand on his. "You can tell me anything, Spencer. There’s nothing you could say that would make me think less of you."

Encouraged by her supportive demeanor, Spencer took a deep breath and shared his past trauma. "When I was a child, I had a really humiliating experience. I was tied to a post, and it was... it was really traumatic for me. Since then, I’ve been really nervous about being vulnerable with anyone."

Y/N’s heart ached for him, understanding now the depth of his hesitation. "Spencer, thank you for trusting me with that. I’m so sorry you went through such a horrible experience. I want you to know that with me, you’re safe. I would never laugh at you or judge you. We can take all the time you need, and we’ll only move forward with things you’re comfortable with."

Spencer looked at her, a mixture of relief and gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you, Y/N. That means everything to me. I do want to be close to you, and hearing you say that makes me feel a lot better about taking those steps together."

As Y/N reassured him, Spencer felt a tumult of emotions swirling within him. While he was relieved and grateful for her understanding and support, he couldn't shake off a pervasive sense of guilt. He realized that his own fears and past traumas had inadvertently led to him neglecting Y/N's needs and desires in their relationship.

Sitting beside her, Spencer's mind raced as he considered the implications. He cared deeply for Y/N, and the thought that he might have made her feel unvalued or unwanted pained him. His usual analytical mind turned inward, critiquing every moment they had spent together, wondering how many signs he had missed, how many silent calls for affection he had overlooked because of his own apprehensions.

I’ve been so wrapped up in my own fears, Spencer thought, that I might have missed what she was going through. She’s been patient and understanding, and here I’ve been, too caught up in my own head to see the full picture.

The realization that Y/N had been carrying this weight on her own added to his distress. She’s been dealing with this silently, not wanting to pressure me. And all this time, she might have felt I wasn’t interested in her in that way, which couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Spencer knew that Y/N deserved a partner who could meet her needs, both emotional and physical. He wanted to be that partner, but his past trauma had built a wall he found difficult to scale. I need to find a way through this, he resolved, not just for me, but for us. She’s been more than understanding, and I owe it to both of us to work on this.

As they continued to talk, Spencer felt a growing determination to overcome his barriers. I need to start therapy again, he considered, maybe talk to someone professional about how to move past these fears. And I need to be more open with Y/N, keep her informed about my feelings and progress. She shouldn’t have to guess what’s going on with me.

His heart felt heavy with the burden of his past, but also lighter with the possibility of a future where he could fully share himself with Y/N. She’s worth every effort, he thought, and I want to be someone who can fully share in all aspects of our relationship, not just the easy parts.

This night, though challenging, had opened a new chapter for Spencer, one where he faced not only the demons of his past but also the possibilities of a shared future with Y/N. As he looked at her, speaking softly across the couch, he felt a profound love and a fierce desire to be better, for her and for them.

—

Spencer and Y/N were nestled on the couch in his apartment, a gentle warmth from the soft glow of the lamps casting a comforting ambiance over the room. It was a typical quiet evening, but Spencer had something important to share, something that marked a significant step forward in both his personal journey and their relationship.

"Y/N, I wanted to tell you something," Spencer began, his voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and quiet pride. "I've started going to therapy. After our last talk, I realized that I needed to address some things from my past to move forward, not just for us, but for myself as well."

Y/N turned to face him fully, her expression one of deep care and respect. "Spencer, that's wonderful. I'm so proud of you for taking that step. It's not easy to open up and seek help, but it's so important."

Spencer nodded, feeling a weight lifting off his shoulders with her supportive words. "Thank you, Y/N. It means a lot to hear that from you. It’s been tough, but I feel it’s necessary."

There was a moment of comfortable silence as they both reflected on the significance of his words. Then, Spencer, feeling a surge of courage bolstered by therapy and Y/N's unwavering support, decided to take another step forward.

"And, um, there’s something else," Spencer continued, his heartbeat quickening. "I feel like I've been making some progress, and I... I would like to be closer to you, in every way. I think I’m ready to share that part of myself with you, if you’re okay with it."

Y/N's heart warmed with his words, and she reached out to gently place her hand on his. "I would love that, Spencer. Whenever you’re ready, I’m here."

Encouraged by her acceptance and warmth, Spencer leaned closer, reducing the space between them. His voice was hesitant but hopeful, "Then, maybe we could... try something tonight? Only if you’re comfortable with it," he added quickly, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation.

Y/N's response was warm and full of affection, "Spencer, nothing would make me happier," she assured him, her hand reaching up to gently caress his cheek. She leaned in, their lips meeting in a tender kiss that sealed their mutual consent and deepening desire.

As they deepened their kiss, the connection between them grew, charged with a mix of emotional intensity and budding physical desire. Spencer felt a thrilling blend of excitement and nerves, but overwhelmingly, he was assured by the rightness of the moment. It was a step he was ready to take, fully and without any reservations, his previous fears now silenced by the trust and love they had built together.

"Okay, Spencer, I need to know," Y/N began, her voice soft but direct, "have you, um, touched yourself before?" She watched him intently, wanting to understand his level of comfort and experience.

Spencer hesitated for a moment, his cheeks flushing slightly with a mix of embarrassment and honesty. "I, god, um, yes, I have," he admitted, his eyes meeting hers with a blend of vulnerability and relief at her understanding.

Y/N smiled gently, her hand reaching out to caress his cheek. "Alright, that’s a good start, babe," she said reassuringly. "Let’s start there, but instead of your hand, it will be mine, is that okay?" Her words were filled with a mix of affection and gentle guidance, ensuring that he felt safe and comfortable as they explored this new level of intimacy together.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s fine,” Spencer replied, his voice steady but laced with the nervousness of what was about to happen.

Y/N, always considerate of his feelings, asked gently, “Do you want to keep your pants on? I can put my hand under your clothes if it makes you more comfortable.”

Spencer took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. “No, no it’s okay, Y/N. I want to be vulnerable with you. I trust you.” His eyes reflected the depth of his sincerity and the trust he placed in her.

Her heart swelled with love and appreciation for his bravery. “Okay then, Spence. Let's take this to the bedroom,” she suggested softly, guiding him with gentle touches and an encouraging smile.

Once in the bedroom, Y/N guided Spencer to gently sit on the bed. Her touch was gentle and reassuring, aimed at soothing his nerves while also conveying her own excitement. She started to unbutton his shirt first, each movement deliberate and caring. As she continued, her lips began placing gentle sucking kisses down his neck. Spencer's breathing picked up, a mix of nerves and arousal coursing through him.

Spencer's mind raced, caught between excitement and anxiety. This was a significant moment for him, one he had imagined but never truly experienced. The reality of it, the intimacy and the vulnerability, was both thrilling and terrifying.

I've never felt like this before, he thought, his heart pounding in his chest. She's so gentle, so understanding. I want this, I want her.

His excitement grew with every touch, but so did his anxiety. What if I don't know what to do? What if I disappoint her? Ohh, I am going to finish so fast.

Y/N seemed to sense his inner turmoil. She paused, looking into his eyes with a reassuring smile. "Spence, it's okay. We're in this together. Just relax and let it happen."

Her words calmed him, and he nodded, taking a deep breath. "I trust you, Y/N. Thank you for being so patient with me."

After Spencer’s shirt had been successfully removed, Y/N gently straddled his lap. Spencer immediately moaned, his hips bucking up and his hands settling on her own out of instinct. Their lips met in the middle, and a very heated kiss took place. Y/N grinded on his lap, feeling Spencer’s bulge, an appreciative hum coming from her throat.

“Hello to you too, handsome,” she murmured, her voice filled with mirth and teasing.

“Oh god, I’m sorry,” Spencer blurted out, a mix of apology and embarrassment in his tone.

Y/N pulled back slightly, her eyes locking onto his with reassurance. “What could you possibly be sorry about, my love? Is this not what we’re here for? And besides, I’m flattered.”

Relief washed over Spencer, and he smiled softly, feeling more at ease. “I love you,” he whispered, the words carrying the depth of his feelings.

“And I love you,” Y/N responded, her voice tender and filled with sincerity. “Okay baby, can you lay back for me? I want to touch you.”

Spencer laid back on the bed, supporting himself with his pillows. Y/N began shimmying Spencer’s pants down his hips. He took a deep breath as his underwear was revealed, a bright pink pair with white lines and a large, prominent bulge in the middle.

Y/N giggled, “These are absolutely precious,” and she placed a kiss to his length through his briefs.

Spencer sucked in a sharp breath, fuck me. Had his brain been working, he would have also been so happy she wasn’t alarmed by his hot pink underwear. He had forgotten that he wore those that day.

She stared at his bulge. “I really, really want to.” He pushed at his briefs, clearly so desperate to get it off. She couldn’t help but chuckle at how eager he was. The stiff ridge of his cock was already standing at attention by the time he managed to get out of them.

Fully nude, Spencer had never looked more beautiful to Y/N. His chest was heaving and his glasses were fogging up with exertion. She slipped her fingers around the skin of his inner thighs and gently nudged them down past his balls, not touching but keeping eye contact with him so she wouldn’t spook him.

Only when she finally had him calm did she let her stare wander down, eyes widening ever so slightly. He was so hard, dripping and pink and veiny. She couldn’t help but feel her mouth fill with saliva at the sight.

He was mentally prepared for Y/N to just touch his dick, but instead she took her time to kiss his chest. She started at his collar bone, slowly licking to his pecs, taking his nipple in her mouth and sucking. Spencer cried out, that was a sensation he had never even thought of before. No amount of reading and studying could have prepared him for this. Being around Y/N took his IQ down to that of a much lesser man.

Y/N looked up to make sure that Spencer was okay, not in pain or uncomfortable. But seeing the look of sheer ecstasy on his face, she knew it was okay to continue.

Spencer’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions and sensations. This is insane, he thought, I can’t believe this is happening. His usual analytical thoughts were overwhelmed by the intense feelings Y/N was eliciting. He couldn't focus on anything but the way she was making him feel—alive, aroused, and completely fucking attracted to her.

Y/N is amazing, he realized, his heart swelling with love and appreciation for her. Y/N is amazing, and she is my girlfriend, and she’s sucking on my nipples right now. Take that 19-year-old Spencer.

As Y/N continued to suck and lick her way around Spencer’s chest, his dick twitched out of neglect, and he reached out to gently caress her breast, wanting to reciprocate the affection and pleasure she was giving him. Their eyes met, and in that shared gaze, they communicated everything that words could not—love, trust, and a deep, mutual desire to make each other feel good.

Y/N looked up at Spencer, her eyes twinkling with playful mischief. “You want to touch me too, pretty boy?” she asked, her voice sultry and inviting.

Spencer's breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire. “God, yes,” he replied, his voice thick with longing.

Y/N smiled, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “Awe, poor baby,” she cooed, her hands moving to remove her shirt, “I’m sorry. Let me take this off.” Her shirt was quickly followed by her bra, Y/N loved Spencer, but she also knew there was no way he was getting that off easily on his first try.

As she peeled away the final layer of her upper half, Spencer couldn’t contain his reaction. “Oh shit,” he groaned, the sensation of her touch and the sight of her bare chest before him almost too much to bear.

He had never seen breasts before in a sexual setting, had never been allowed to touch. Now, he was holding both of Y/N’s tits in his large palms, gently squeezing and moving them as if to commit them to memory. Like that would be difficult for him.

Spencer was so mesmerized by the feeling of her tits in his hands, he didn’t even notice her hand creeping down towards his length. Once Y/N wrapped a delicate hand around him, Spencer groaned out a pained noise, squeezing the fat in his hands a hell of a lot tighter.

Y/N's breath hitched as she whispered, “Fuck, Spencer.”

Spencer froze for a moment, his eyes widening with concern. “Oh my God, I am so sorry. Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

Y/N quickly shook her head, her hand reaching out to caress his cheek. “Oh, baby no! Fuck no, do it harder,” she reassured him, her tone soothing yet encouraging. A playful glint entered her eyes as she added, “In fact, why don’t you show me what that pretty mouth can do?”

Spencer's initial anxiety melted away at her words, replaced by a surge of confidence and arousal. She wants this as much as I do, he realized, feeling a wave of relief and desire. He took a deep breath, his hands steadying as he prepared to show her just how much he wanted to please her and how much he wanted to make this moment perfect for both of them.

Spencer leaned forward and took Y/N’s nipple in his mouth, he swirled his tongue around the bud experimentally. Looking up at her for reassurance.

Y/N moaned loudly, grabbing the hair at the back of his head. She looked deeply into his eyes, her voice filled with desire and dripping with a new found sense of confidence. “Oh my god, Spencer. You look so fucking good. Please, baby.”

“Please, what?” he asked, pulling away slightly, his expression a mix of confusion and hope.

“Bite me,” she repeated, her eyes never leaving his.

Spencer couldn’t believe his ears. The affirmation of her words sank in, filling him with a sense of confidence and relief he had never felt before. She wants me to bite her, he thought, overwhelmed by the fear of hurting her. His heart raced, not just from the physical sensations, but from the emotional ones as well.

Feeling more secure and emboldened, Spencer leaned in again, their lips meeting in a kiss that fueled their fire even more. With one hand, he pinched her nipple, pulling hard. Y/N whined loudly in his mouth, so loud, in fact, Spencer was worried he went too far. But then Y/N sped up her hand on his length, pulling him so fast he started to see stars.

Spencer's breathing grew more erratic as the sensations intensified, his body responding with overwhelming urgency. “Oh shit, oh my God. Y/N, you have to st–stop,” Spencer panted, his voice thick with desperation, “I’m going to cum if you don’t.”

Y/N looked up, a playful yet taunting smile on her face. “Awe but, baby boy! That’s what I want!” she teased, her tone filled with affectionate mischief.

Spencer’s eyes widened, a mixture of pleasure and panic in his expression. “Not this soon, please,” he begged, his voice trembling. He was desperate to prolong this intimate moment, to savor every second of their connection.

Seeing the earnest plea in his eyes, Y/N immediately softened her approach. “Okay, Spence, okay, take a breath. I’m sorry,” she said gently, pausing to give him a moment to regain control.

Spencer took a deep breath, grateful for her understanding. The tension eased slightly, and he felt a wave of appreciation for Y/N's attentiveness and care. She always seemed to know exactly how to balance their needs and desires, making him feel secure even in moments of vulnerability.

Y/N paused for a moment, her eyes meeting Spencer’s with a mix of playfulness and earnestness. “What do you want, Spence?” she asked softly, her voice filled with genuine curiosity and care.

Spencer looked back at her, feeling a wave of uncertainty. “I don’t, I don’t know, honestly,” he admitted, his voice trembling slightly.

Y/N smiled gently, wanting to ease his nerves. “Can I suck your dick?” she asked, her tone light but serious.

Spencer’s eyes widened in surprise. “You want to do that?? To me??” he asked, his voice filled with a mix of disbelief and hope.

“Well, yeah, Spence.” Y/N laughed softly, her smile warm and reassuring. “You’re my boyfriend, do you want me to do that?”

Spencer felt a rush of excitement mixed with nervousness. “Yes! Only if you’re sure. I don’t want you to do it because you think you have to,” he said, wanting to ensure her comfort and willingness.

Y/N’s eyes sparkled with affection and desire. “Trust me, babe, I want to,” she replied, her voice firm and sincere. She leaned in closer, her hands gently caressing him, reassuring him with every touch.

Spencer's heart swelled with emotion, feeling a deep connection with Y/N. "Um, o–okay, yeah," he whispered, his voice thick with gratitude. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Spence," Y/N responded, her voice soft and filled with affection. She kissed him hard in that moment, getting them back in the mood in no time.

Once she was sure Spencer’s nerves had settled some, Y/N slipped off of the bed and onto her knees. Glancing down at her, Spencer’s eyes were wide with wonder, not being able to believe his eyes. How does she look so beautiful like this?

Y/N began to kiss up Spencer’s lovely thighs, licking and gently biting as she finally got to put her mouth on her favorite part of him. She gently placed a hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her fingers.

“Ready, baby?” she asked softly, her voice filled with reassurance and love.

Spencer took a deep breath, his nerves momentarily flaring before being soothed by the warmth in her eyes. “Yeah,” he replied, his voice steady despite the swirl of emotions inside him.

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with affection for him. She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his tip, licking up the small bead of pre cum that had been tempting her.

Spencer choked on a gasp, white knuckling the covers on his bed. He had never had anything touch his cock before other than his own hand, and even that was rare. As Y/N left the tip to lick up and down the sides, Spencer felt himself lose his grip on reality. However, when her mouth moved down to his balls, Spencer found himself very aware.

“Woah, wait what?” Spencer exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine surprise and a touch of bewilderment.

Y/N immediately paused, concern flashing across her face. “I’m sorry, Spence, did you not like that?” she asked, her tone soft and reassuring.

Spencer shook his head, a mix of amazement and excitement in his eyes. “I didn’t know that was an option! People put that in their mouths?”

A playful smile spread across Y/N's face as she leaned closer. “Yeah, baby, they do. Did you like it?” she asked, her voice low and teasing.

“Mhm, please keep going,” Spencer replied, his voice breathless and filled with anticipation.

Encouraged by his response, Y/N resumed her gentle sucking, her movements deliberate and sensual. She enjoyed this part the most, making her partner fall apart. And being Spencer’s first meant she is also the first person to get to witness him like this. Hopefully I can be the last too.

Y/N noticed the tension in Spencer's body and gently cupped his face, looking deeply into his eyes. "Stop thinking, love. Try to relax. Here, baby, why don’t you put your hands in my hair. You can pull if you need to."

Spencer hesitated, concern flashing in his eyes. "I don’t want to hurt you," he confessed, his voice a mixture of worry and desire.

Y/N smiled softly, her touch reassuring. "You won’t," she promised. "You taste so good."

Spencer was a whirlwind of emotions, feeling both embarrassed and thrilled by her words. He could feel the blush spreading across his whole body, his skin tingling with the intensity of the moment. Despite his nervousness, Y/N’s gentle encouragement and unwavering support made him feel safe and cherished.

Taking a deep breath, Spencer decided to trust in her words and in their connection. He slowly put his hands in her hair as she had suggested, feeling the soft strands between his fingers began to ground him. Whenever Y/N would suck particularly hard or gag around his head, Spencer’s fingers would flex and pull her hair.

Each time Y/N moaned, sending vibrations through Spencer’s body. He could feel himself spiraling closer and closer to his end, amazed he lasted this long to begin with.

As Y/N continued to suck, Spencer's breathing grew more ragged, his body trembling with the intensity of the sensations she was creating. He felt himself nearing the edge, a feeling so overwhelming he could barely form coherent thoughts.

“Y/N… Y/N, baby, I’m close,” he panted, his voice filled with urgency and vulnerability.

“That’s good, let it go,” she murmured softly, her tone encouraging and loving while her tongue traced the ridge of his head.

“Where?” he managed to ask, needing her guidance in this intimate moment.

“In my mouth,” she replied, her voice steady and reassuring.

“Oh shit,” Spencer gasped, his body tensing as he followed her instructions.

Spencer came down Y/N’s throat with a borderline animalistic cry. She struggled to keep it all in mouth but managed to swallow most of it. Popping up with a beaming smile on her face, Spencer couldn’t help but laugh at the spit and cum smeared around her mouth.

Spencer let out a chuckle, his usual reserve giving way to the joyous moment they were sharing. “Oh, babe, you’re a mess,” he laughed, his voice light and filled with affection as he looked at Y/N.

Y/N joined in his laughter, the sound blending with his and filling the room with warmth. “Well, well, well. I wonder why!” she teased, her eyes sparkling with playful mischief. She leaned in closer, her smile widening as their laughter mingled, creating a bubble of happiness that seemed to encase them both.

Y/N took her thumb and ran it along where the mess had lingered, then sucked her thumb into her mouth while holding eye contact with Spencer. He felt his spent cock give a weak twitch of appreciation for the sight of his sexy girlfriend wanting his cum in her mouth. He can not believe that this is his life.

Spencer's breathing grew more ragged with each passing moment, his body responding intensely to Y/N's affectionate touch. He couldn't help but let out a small, breathless laugh, a mix of amusement and genuine astonishment at the sensations she was evoking. With a playful glint in his eye, he looked down at her and managed to ask, “Are you trying to kill me?” both teasingly and seriously.

Y/N paused for a moment, her lips curling into a mischievous smile as she met his gaze. "Only if you're enjoying it," she replied, her tone equally playful but layered with affection.

Spencer chuckled, his anxiety melting away in the warmth of her gaze and the comfort of their shared humor. "I am, I really am," he admitted, his voice tinged with a mix of awe and delight. He reached out to gently caress her face, feeling a rush of gratitude and love for this moment and for her.

Y/N leaned in to kiss Spencer again, her movements slow and deliberate, savoring the intimacy of their connection. Spencer’s head fell back onto the pillows, his eyes closing as he allowed himself to fully immerse in the sensations, his trust in her unwavering. His earlier nerves had been replaced with a profound sense of closeness and vulnerability, knowing that with Y/N, he could be his truest self without fear of judgment.

Every touch, every kiss felt like a reaffirmation of their bond, and Spencer couldn't help but feel incredibly fortunate. "Y/N, you make me feel... incredible," he whispered, his voice heavy with emotion.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes shining with love. "You deserve to feel this way, Spence. You're amazing, and I want you to know that every single day."

Spencer’s heart swelled with emotion at her words, he had never had anyone the way Y/N has him.

“Y/N… you can say no. But, would you want to take a bath with me?” Spencer asked, his voice filled with a mix of hope and nervousness.

Y/N looked at him, a playful smile spreading across her face. “Spencer Reid, are you inviting me to a bathtub date?”

Spencer chuckled, his cheeks tinged with a hint of pink. “Yes, I suppose I am. Rossi gave us this amazing bottle of wine, and I thought it might be nice to enjoy it while we relax… and get clean.”

Y/N’s smile widened, her eyes twinkling. “I’d love to. It sounds perfect.”

A little while later, they found themselves slipping into the warm, bubble filled water of the bathtub, glasses of wine in hand. Spencer had to recover quickly after Y/N removed her bottoms and walked off to the bathroom. I didn’t know she had a lower back tattoo… fuck that’s hot.

The bathroom air was cool, a perfect contrast to the hot water that enveloped them. Rossi, ever the thoughtful friend, had gifted them a bottle of fine red wine upon hearing about their newly officiated relationship, and they had decided to savor it tonight.

They clinked their glasses together, a soft melody of laughter filling the air. “To us,” Y/N said, her eyes sparkling in the dim light.

“To us,” Spencer echoed, his smile wide and genuine.

As they sipped their wine, the rich flavors mingling with the scent of the scented candle, they relaxed further into each other’s company. Spencer leaned back and let the water soothe his muscles. “This wine is amazing,” Y/N remarked, swirling her glass and watching the liquid catch the light.

“Rossi has excellent taste,” Spencer agreed. “I’m glad he’s so supportive. The whole team is.”

Y/N nodded, her gaze softening as she looked at him. “It means a lot, knowing they’re happy for us. And I’m happy, Spence. Really happy.”

Spencer reached out, taking her hand in his. “Me too, Y/N. You make everything better.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, simply enjoying the warmth of the water and the closeness they shared. The bathtub was a cocoon of relaxation, the wine adding a pleasant buzz that made everything seem even more perfect.

Y/N giggled suddenly, breaking the silence. “Remember the first time we tried to watch Doctor Who together? We barely made it through one episode because we kept getting distracted.”

Spencer laughed, a rich, happy sound. “I remember. We were so excited to share something we both loved, and then we ended up talking through most of it.”

“It was one of my favorite dates,” Y/N said, her smile widening. “I love how we can just be ourselves with each other.”

“Me too,” Spencer replied, his heart swelling with affection. “It’s easy with you, Y/N. Everything just feels right.”

They toasted again, their glasses clinking softly in the night. “To many more nights like this,” Y/N said, her voice filled with hope and happiness.

“To many more,” Spencer agreed, leaning in to give her a gentle kiss.

“I love you, Spencer Reid,” Y/N whispered, her eyes locked onto his with a depth of emotion that made his heart skip a beat.

“I’m going to make you my wife someday, Y/N L/N,” Spencer replied, his voice filled with certainty and love.

Y/N was shell-shocked. Not upset, but elated, at a loss for words as she processed the weight of his statement. She opened her mouth to respond but found herself momentarily speechless.

“Cat got your tongue, baby?” Spencer teased gently, a playful smile dancing on his lips.

Y/N finally managed to find her voice, her eyes shining with tears of joy. “Spencer, you just... you just took my breath away,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “I love you so much, and the thought of spending my life with you is... incredible.”

Spencer pulled her closer, his heart swelling with happiness at her response. “I mean it, Y/N. You’re everything to me. I want us to have a future together, to build a life filled with love and adventure.”

Y/N’s smile widened, her heart feeling like it might burst from the sheer joy of the moment. “I want that too, Spence. More than anything.”

It wasn’t a proposal, it was a promise.

They leaned in, their lips meeting in a tender, loving kiss, sealing the promise of their future together. As they continued to share giggling kisses, the bubbles covering Y/N's breasts began to pop, causing the two of them to laugh harder, especially at Spencer's reddening cheeks.

“Looks like the bubbles are conspiring against us,” Y/N said, her laughter infectious.

Spencer chuckled, his cheeks growing even redder. “I guess they want us to face reality.”

Y/N playfully splashed some water at him, still laughing. “Reality is pretty great with you.”

“Agreed,” Spencer said, pulling her closer. “I’m so glad we’re here, together.”

Their laughter gradually softened into contented smiles, and they continued to enjoy each other's company, eventually getting out of the cooling water and embarking in Spencer Reid’s very first sleepover.

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The next morning, Spencer woke up briefly to the comforting sensation of Y/N spooning him from behind. He felt so loved and protected, her even breaths on the back of his neck lulling him right back to sleep.

The next time he woke up, he was alone. Panic surged through him momentarily until he heard sounds coming from the kitchen. Getting out of bed, Spencer threw on a pair of Doctor Who pajama pants and, still shirtless, made his way to the kitchen.

There, he found Y/N in a pair of cheeky underwear and one of his old college sweatshirts, cooking breakfast and brewing coffee. She had clearly run to the store as he had little other than cereal in the form of breakfast food.

Spencer's breath caught in his throat at the sight. Seeing her in his clothes, moving so naturally around his kitchen, felt so right. The way the sweatshirt fit her body, the familiar fabric draped over her frame, made his heart swell with emotion. It was intimate, domestic, and overwhelmingly perfect.

He stood there for a moment, just watching her. Every movement she made was graceful and filled with care. The way she hummed softly to herself as she cooked, the way she glanced over her shoulder to smile at him—every detail was etched into his mind, painting a picture of pure, unfiltered love.

Spencer couldn’t believe how deeply in love he was with her. It wasn’t just about the physical attraction, though seeing her in his clothes did stir something primal and possessive within him. It was more than that. It was the way she had effortlessly integrated into his life, the way she made his apartment feel like a home.

He felt a surge of protectiveness, a need to ensure that she was always happy, always safe. Seeing her there, so comfortable and at ease in his space, solidified something within him. She was his, and he was hers. It was a partnership, a connection that transcended mere romance.

Spencer walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent. "Good morning, sleepyhead," Y/N said, turning her head to give him a quick kiss.

"Good morning," he murmured against her skin. "You didn’t have to do all this."

"I wanted to," she replied, moving over to give him another kiss, unable to resist his bedhead and glasses combo. "Besides, I thought it would be nice to surprise you with a proper breakfast."

Spencer wrapped his arms tighter around her, holding her close. "You’re amazing, you know that?"

Y/N chuckled, playfully nudging him. "I try. Now, sit down and enjoy. Breakfast is almost ready."

Spencer took a seat at the kitchen table, watching Y/N with a mix of admiration and gratitude. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her in his life. The delicious aroma of freshly brewed coffee and cooking food filled the air, making the moment feel even more perfect.

"How did you manage to get all of this?" Spencer asked, genuinely curious.

Y/N shrugged with a grin. "I’m a woman of many talents. Plus, I couldn’t let you start your day with just cereal."

Spencer laughed, the sound light and genuine. "Well, thank you. This means a lot to me."

"Anything for you, Spence," Y/N said warmly, plating up the food and bringing it over to the table.

Spencer looked at his coffee, noticing it was still black as can be. His initial skepticism must have shown on his face because Y/N quickly picked up on it.

"Relax, Spence," she teased with a playful grin. "I put plenty of sugar in it. I know how you like your coffee."

He raised an eyebrow, matching her playful tone. "Oh, you do, do you? What if I’ve changed my preferences?"

Y/N laughed, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "I highly doubt that, Dr. Reid. But if you have, feel free to enlighten me."

He took a sip, and the familiar sweetness immediately made him smile. "Okay, you got me. This is perfect."

"Told you," she said with a smug smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I know you inside and out."

Spencer chuckled, his eyes full of warmth. "Guess I should be grateful you know me so well."

"You should," Y/N teased, nudging him playfully. "Where would you be without me to make sure your coffee is just right?"

"Probably drowning in bitter coffee and cereal," he replied, laughing.

a/n: my god i hope this was okay!! i couldn't get @softdoctorreid and this virgin spencer fic they wrote out of my head while writing this... so good! please check it out they are amazing!!

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lola-theshowgrl · 23 days ago

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Book Review: “The Last Unicorn” by Peter S. Beagle

5/5

Like many people, I watched the Rankin/Bass animated film of "The Last Unicorn" when I was a child, and honestly it became a very core part of the person I became. My persistent infatuation with the fantasy genre can be led very directly back to this, along with "The Flight of Dragons" and "The Hobbit", all of which I loved so desperately that I would watch the films over and over until I drove the rest of my family mad with it.

This, however, is the first time I've ever read this book, and I wasn't sure what to expect. The film holds such a special place in my heart, there was a part of me that was worried I could find myself disappointed, that it was likely written for children and I was therefore too old now to appreciate the story. It might not have that element of nostalgia and magic that I associated with the animation, and the characters and setting might seem dull and worn by comparison, or somehow ruined and tarnished by revisiting my old friends in a different medium.

Much like Patrick Rothfuss, I don't care for introductions in a book. I don't usually read them, but because he wrote it and I have a huge appreciation for him as a writer and storyteller, I decided to see what he had to say. I'm so glad I did take those extra few minutes, because this author who I've never met (and likely will never meet) reached out to me, proverbially patted my shoulder, and addressed all of my concerns with great enthusiasm and kindness. Now with a renewed spark of interest and far less fear, I dove into the book proper.

The book is beautiful.

The nostalgia was there, echoes of the film I loved so much as a child, but even better. Magic seeped from the pages like golden honey, sweet and shining, and a treat to be savoured and devoured all at once. There were so many nods to the fantasy genre, to tropes and trends, to well-loved characters, to oft-revisited stories and situations. It was bright and beautiful, but dark and horrifying at the same time, a tighrope of skill and craft that has left me dizzy for most of the day since I finished it.

And the prose, my goodness! I've never read such stunning, lyrical prose! It made me want to never write again. It made me want to stop what I was doing immediately to write as much as possible, as many stories as I could come up with, as quickly as I might manage. It made me want to go back through my paperback copy, highlight all my favourite passages and scribble all my thoughts, slanted and small and spidery, into the margins. It made me want to scream into a pillow.

"The words marched out of his mouth like soldiers, their steps echoing with power as they crossed the dark air."

If you're someone who writes, or wants to write, trust me when I tell you that this book is required reading. I want to give a copy to every aspiring novelist I know. Perhaps some will find it not to their taste - all the "kill your darlings" types who want stories to be cut to the quick, kept short and snappy, and who make caustic jokes about how much Tolkien wrote about trees in "The Lord of the Rings". It won't be for everyone. But, if you love magic, fairytales, folklore, and fantasy, this book is for you. It truly is. It's for everyone with a sorrow in their heart that they have never seen a real unicorn.

Read it. Trust me.

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tinglingfuckingsensation · 1 month ago

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Rosie's Big Send-Off

Hello @blood-suits-and-tears, merry hbowar christmas to you! I was inspired by your reunion prompt, your fanart of the boys and your love for Rosie, Kenny and Brady especially. Rosie's such a great character, and his love for music inspired me to make a playlist (some background information for the songs I chose is in the tags). And because he also was an amazing person in real life, and I'm so impressed that he actually took part in the Nuremberg trials, I wrote a little fic tied with the playlist, about the guys organizing a sendoff party for him. I hope you enjoy it✨The fic itself is under the cut!

Rosie

The letter comes late October. Rosie's been waiting for it, feeling like he's been sitting on hot coals. He rips the thick envelope open in the stairway, unable to wait until he's back upstairs in his small apartment.

There's a whole slew of documents, forms and pamphlets, but the most important information is right on the first page. On the 5th of January 1946, he's supposed to be back on German soil, to assist in the upcoming Nuremberg trials.

There's a ticket for the ship taking him to Europe, departure date the 15th of December. He'll miss all of the end of year festivities then, but he'd expected as much. Rosh Hashanah had consequently been filled with as many gatherings and family dinners as possible, his mother set on making the most of the time he spent at home.

It had been good to see everyone again, but he could admit he was glad it was over and he could return to the privacy of his Brooklyn apartment. Return to his work. There was so much to be done, and be done well, and Rosie looked forward to the chance to prove himself.

Rosie hums a tune as he takes the rickety stairs up to his apartment on the top floor, two steps at a time. He's been working towards this for months, has been preparing extensive reviews and depositions along with the other assistants to the prosecutor. He was ready. He feels the same swoop in his stomach as he did getting into a B-17, thrumming with adrenaline and ready to do what was asked of him.

With a hum and a twirl he allows himself because nobody's watching, he moves to his record player. He pulls out the Artie Shaw recording Pappy and the other guys from his crew had gotten him for his birthday back in June.

The first person he calls is his mother. She had been both anxious and proud when he had told her about his plans, and she had doted on him even more than usual while he was visiting. He had caught her, more than once, staring at him with shining eyes, and when he'd finally left, once Yom Kippur had passed, she had hugged him so tight his ribs had creaked.

She cries on the phone, as expected, then hands him over to his father, and then his sister, and it takes an hour until he can hang up the phone.

He calls Harry next. They've been keeping in touch, at least a phone call every week, and Rosie's been down to visit to meet Jean and their newborn son. Harry's as excited as Rosie thought he'd be, starts talking a mile a minute.

"Rosie, that's great! I knew they'd ask you to go, they know there's no one better to get these sons of bitches. It's a shame you're missing the holidays though!" He pauses for a moment, but before Rosie can say anything, he continues.

"We should get together before you leave, who knows how long you'll be gone. Maybe ask some of the other guys too, while we're at it, what do you think?"

"That sounds fantastic, Harry, but I'm not sure I have the time to set that up before I go."

"Oh, no, leave it to me, I think I already have an idea. You just tell me a date that works for you, and I'll take care of the rest."

Rosie laughs, and agrees. It would be good to see some of the other guys from the 100th again. They've all been keeping in touch through letters and the telephone, but apart from Harry, Rosie's only seen John Brady again, who lives in upstate New York.

Rosie dials Kenny's number next, hopes he's fast enough before Harry catches him. While he's getting put through, he swaps out the record for Duke Ellington and flops down into his armchair for his chat with Kenny.

Kenny's slow Arkansas drawl is as pronounced as it ever was over the phone, and fondness wells up inside Rosie at the honest joy in Kenny's voice when he tells him the news.

"No way! I can't believe you're going back so soon. And by ship, too. You don't think they'd let you fly a plane over there? Would be a lot faster than the ship, I'll tell you that."

"At least it's a cruise line and not one of the crew ships." Rosie laughs. Kenny had told him and the other pilots all about the cramped quarters on the ships bringing the ground crews and other personnel to England.

"Yeah, pays off to be a fancy lawyer and all I guess" Kenny teases, and Rosie can't contain his smile as he rebuffs it with a mild "hey now".

They talk for the better part of an hour, until Ken gets called for lunch by his mother.

"Harry's gonna call you later, I think." Rosie says before they hang up. Ella Fitzgerald has gone quiet on his record player, and he feels his stomach grumble. On a whim, he decides to go out for lunch. It's too fine a day to spend it inside, so he slips on his coat and makes his way back out the door.

For late October, it's unusually warm, and he makes his way through the park to get to his favorite lunch spot, a small Italian restaurant just off the main street. He passes a group of buskers playing at the exit of the park, and he decides to stay a while, finds a bench to sit and listen for a spell.

He leans his head back and looks up at the blue sky as he listens to the music drift by. The band has a saxophone player, and Rosie's reminded of John Brady again.

It's a friendship Rosie hadn't expected. He had not gotten to know Brady very well back in England before he went down over Germany. It had been Harry who had told Rosie that Brady was going to see shows in New York City from time to time. Harry had told him, at length, what a talented saxophone player Brady was, and how surely he and Rosie would get along like a house on fire considering their shared interest in music.

"You know I won't be able to make it to Minton's for a while yet, so I know you're in need of a jazz buddy. Go meet him for one of the shows he goes to, I'll call to give him a heads up."

The venue had been small, when Rosie finally went, but the music was fantastic. John Brady had kept up a running commentary on each musician, music instrument and patron, and Rosie had to stifle his laughter in his hand more than once at Brady's astute observations.

By the end, after the fifth encore, the concert had turned into an impromptu jam session, the musicians riffing off of each other and pushing each further and further. Rosie and Brady had both danced and laughed more than they had for ages before.

The next time Brady was in town, he called Rosie up beforehand to tell him to come along, and it became a habit after that. They often had drinks together until late into the night, relishing the opportunity to talk to someone who understood, without many words, what they had seen and what they brought back.

The buskers take a break, and Rosie's pulled back into the present. His stomach growls, so he rummages for some quarters in his pockets to drop them into the hat the singer is walking around with, and he thanks him with a smile and a nod.

As he walks away towards the restaurant, the saxophonist picks up another tune, and Rosie has to pull himself together to not break out into a little dance. Life is good today.

Kenny

Being back home on the farm still feels surreal sometimes. Kenny still wakes up at the ass crack of dawn, woken by the unshakeable feeling that lives would be lost if he didn't get up right now, get to work on the planes, get them ready for the day's mission.

He doesn't always manage to go back to sleep, too often caught up in the memories of waiting, waiting for crews and planes that would maybe never return.

It's a good thing there's always work to be done on the farm - chicken to feed, fences to mend or machines to repair, and the work helps to return back to the present, focus on his hands instead of getting lost inside his own head.

It also helps that he's been staying in touch with the guys, at least a phone call a week. He hears from Bucky, Harry and Rosie the most, but he has a letter from Crank waiting for his answer and a postcard from Jack, sunburnt at the Grand Canyon, hanging on the fridge.

Rosie's sent him some music recommendations too, and although Kenny's not much for Jazz usually, he can admit that the slow tones of Baby Face Willette's music can be soothing when he's too wound up.

His mother fusses over him like she always has, and he knows his father checks in on him each night after he goes to bed, knows he sometimes lingers at the door if he thinks Kenny's sleeping. It's good to be back home, he thinks, but he still misses the guys.

He sometimes marvels at how despite all the bad things that happened, the war has left him with friends he would never have met otherwise.

And to think, he marvels as he hangs up the phone after Rosie's call, he even knows one of the lawyers who'll bring Germany's highest remaining Generals to justice.

It doesn't take an hour until the phone rings again. It's Harry, of course.

"You heard?" He says as a greeting, and Kenny confirms with a hum, unable to suppress a grin. They both know Harry already has a whole plan formed, and Kenny considers getting a pen and a piece of paper to take notes when Harry launches into telling him what he's thinking of.

The plan doesn't sound half bad, Kenny has to admit. A reunion party for the 100th in the beginning of December, combined with a send-off for Rosie. Only, and Kenny feels almost bad to bring it up, they don't have a venue, and the whole thing's just over a month away.

"You have a point of course, but you're in luck. I just happen to know a highly decorated Air Corps Major who loves a good party and knows some people in high places. And more importantly, I know a charming young aircraft mechanic who happens to be his favorite."

It takes a moment to sink in, and then Kenny groans.

"That's your plan? You're making me call John Egan and hope he'll get us a place to set up the reunion? You sure your fatherly hormones haven't cooked your brain?"

"It's worth a try, at least."

"And you want me to call him?"

"Come on now, I know you two talk all the time. You know more air force gossip than half of the intelligence officers."

"Yeah, but that's just because Bucky's responsible for most of it", Kenny snorts.

"So you'll talk to him? I'll call Brady in the meantime, ask if he'll sort out the music for us."

"And all the other guys, make sure they'll come, right?"

"You bet. Tell Bucky to call Buck though, I'm sure they're on the phone with each other every day anyway. And call your boys too, give them the heads up."

John Brady

"Johnny, it's for you! Harry again", Johnny's mother calls from downstairs. Johnny lowers the saxophone from where he had just lifted it from his case, and makes his way downstairs.

His mother's hair is slowly turning gray, he notices. Mrs. Brady has always been a force of nature, her brown hair always bound back tightly, but the war had left unmistakable traces on her. She squeezes his shoulder when she hands over the phone and retreats to the kitchen, her steps slow and careful.

"Harry, what a surprise. I was expecting your call next week at the earliest. You miss me?"

"You know I do, Captain." Harry says warmly, and Johnny's lips curve into a little smile. Harry's not been his navigator for years now, in fact outranks him now, but he figures some habits were hard to kick.

"I've got a mission for you, Johnny, if you're willing. Listen, I'm not sure if Rosie told you already, but…"

"It's a little short notice, Harry, but I'll see what I can do", Johnny promises once Harry's explained everything. "I'll call Waterbury, see if we can get the Century Bombers together. I've missed playing with them, and I hear they made quite the name for themselves."

"I knew I could count on you. Listen, Lewis says to make sure you play some Artie Shaw, at least the Chant. I think it has some kind of special meaning to their crew. You think you could make that work?"

"I'll give it a try, at least." Johnny says.

After the call finishes, he returns to his saxophone. Before the war, music had been his whole life, and he'd always dreamed of becoming a bigshot musician one day, play in a big band and eventually as a solo artist. Now, he can't fathom the thought of travelling across the country, sleeping in a new bed each night, or in cramped tour buses.

No, he's glad to be home, and although he's not quite sure what he'll do with his life quite yet, he knows these dreams would remain firmly in the past. It'll be good to get together with the guys again, and play together, too.

He picks up the saxophone. Back in Stalag Luft, there had been some old instruments, and if he's being honest, it's probably what got him through. He remembers playing for the guys, his fingers frozen stiff, to take their minds off the letters that hadn't arrived for weeks, the news from outside that were so hard to get by, and the hunger that was a constant companion.

The movement of his fingers is familiar as they wander across the brass keys, and his mind clears as he focuses on his breathing. It's a song he's played a hundred times, back when he was playing in one of Bunny Berigan's bands from time to time. He had transcribed it from memory, back in the camp, to teach it to the others, had worked out the entire arrangement so it made sense with the instruments available to them.

There had been little else to do, for months sometimes, and he used to fill the long hours with trying to arrange more songs to play, let the other guys in his hut suggest songs. He pretended not to notice the way Bucky's eyes shone when he first played Blue Skies.

Hambone had requested Idaho from him, and they had howled with laughter at his attempts to sing the melody so Johnny could try and figure it out on the saxophone, and for an entire evening, they had not managed one decent note between them. They had figured it out finally, and Johnny transitions smoothly into the song and remembers Hambone told him it reminded him of home.

Rosie

The first thing Rosie hears is when he steps into the hotel lobby are the notes of Duke Ellington's G.I. Jive playing. He raises an eyebrow at Harry and Kenny, who came to pick him up at his apartment, and they answer with matching grins of excitement.

"I can't believe you pulled this off" Rosie says as he looks around the lobby. It's not the Ritz, but it's not shabby either, the understated but elegant decor speaking of a clientele used to luxury.

Before he can continue, John Egan steps into the Lobby. "There he is" he bellows, "man of the hour!", and he claps Rosie on the back.

"It's Bucky who got the location for us" Kenny says. "But he won't tell me how he did it."

Bucky laughs uproariously.

"Just because you'll tattle to Buck, and then I'll never hear the end of it."

"We won't tell him a thing, cross my heart" Kenny says and looks pleadingly at Bucky, who pretends for a moment longer and then folds with a put-upon sigh.

"Oh well, if you insist…" he leans closer, conspiratorially.

"So, there's this Colonel at my base, we go out for drinks sometimes. Family's loaded, owns a few hotels. Great leader, mediocre pilot but wouldn't admit to it. I dared him to buzz the tower on our next maneuver, see who could get closer. Wanted to do that one for ages. He didn't even get close."

"You didn't get into trouble?"

"We were the two highest ranking officers at the maneuver, Kenny. Anyway, I told the guys it's a learning opportunity. I'm sure they're still trying to figure out what they learned, but hey, it got us this place."

"And why can't we tell Buck? He would have done the same."

"Can't tell him I stole his move, can I?" Bucky laughs and they roll their eyes at him.

"Ready, fellas?" Bucky asks then, and before Rosie can ask, Kenny and Harry take him by the elbows.

"Eyes closed, Rosie, it's a surprise."

Rosie dutifully closes his eyes and lets himself be led into the hotel's ballroom. As they step through the door, Glenn Miller's in the mood starts playing, and Rosie can feel a smile breaking out on his face.

"Surprise!"

When Rosie opens his eyes, he can't help breaking out into a laugh. The whole room is decorated like the bar back at base in Thorpe Abbots, decals of planes on each wall, and a large one on the wall behind where the band is playing.

There's a banner hung a little lopsidedly, reading "Stick it to them" in large letters. Most importantly, however, everyone, including the women present, are wearing fake mustaches. When Rosie turns to the side, he sees Harry, Kenny and Bucky have put on some, too.

He doubles over, has to steady himself on his own knees so he won't fall over laughing, and he can hear the others join him.

"Welcome to your big send-off, Rosie" Harry finally says once they've quieted down a little. "We're all rooting for you."

"Yeah, get these sons-of-bitches, Rosie!", someone calls out, and then Pappy comes up to wrap him in a hug. It breaks the spell, and the guys all rush in, laughing and shouting over each other, while the band keeps playing.

The End

Tracklist: The Chant - Artie Shaw I Let a Song Go Out Of My Heart - Duke Ellington Sometimes I'm Happy - Al Casey Sextet Sing, Sing, Sing - Benny Goodman At Last - Baby Face Willette I Can't Get Started - Bunny Berigan Blue Skies - Ella Fitzgerald Idaho - Alvino Ray G.I. Jive - Duke Ellington In the Mood - Glenn Miller

#masters of the air #hbowarsanta24 #rosie rosenthal #kenny lemmons #harry crosby #john brady #john bucky egan #my fics #in the mood is the song from the twinkletoes scene #the duke ellington song is the one rosie puts on in the flak house #the chant is self explanatory I think #as is blue skies #sometimes I'm happy I chose for the saxophone and title but it's period-accurate I think #sing sing sing was in the soundtrack #john brady played in one of bunny berigan's bands #the century bombers were the real band of the 100th bomb group #there was a stalag band brady played in #baby face willette is from arkansas if I'm not mistaken #like kenny #and hambone was from idaho #it was a lot of fun researching and arranging the songs!#I tried to make it a playlist Rosie would have loved to listen to #Included the track list in case spotify doesn't work for you!

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Safest with You - Ch. 5 (The Courtship)

2.7K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: A week's time passes before your next date with Din and you can hardly wait.

Warnings: 18+ Content (MDNI please), Just more fluff (but horny fluff?), lots of making out again, reader is horny as heck, mention of alcohol consumption (reader gets a little tipsy), usual pet names (pretty bird, sweetheart, pretty girl, etc.), ONE "good girl", ONE dick joke.

A/N: Can you tell my love language is acts of service? 🥰 As this takes place over the course of a week, I'm using a brand new divider by the wonderful @saradika-graphics to help denote the passage of time. Thank you for all the support! Sorry for the slow burn!

Optional musical soundtrack: Seven by Jung Kook & Latto (Clean version)

Series Masterlist

“He wants to court you?!”

Hands covering your blushing face, you peek through your fingers, “That’s the exact word he used.”

“I thought you said he was in his 40s, not from the 1840s,” jokes Bea.

The usual brunch group dissolves into fits of laughter. “I felt like a silent movie villain twirling my mustache, trying to steal his virtue,” you giggle, “He was so sweet about it though, I think it might be kind of nice… to not… get railed.” The table roars.

Rory looks serious, “Honestly, babe. Any way he makes you happy, as long as you’re happy…”

“I’m happy”, you smile dreamily.

“…but next week you better come to brunch with a sex limp.”

Your mortified waiter chooses this moment to set down the mimosas and you cry actual tears from laughing so hard.

The next week turns out to be crazy busy for you at work; a project deadline gets pushed up to the Friday and you know all your week nights are spoken for. You share with Din your disappointment that you won’t be free for a second date until the work week is over.

“I’m sad too, pretty bird. How about I plan a nice relaxing date for Saturday, help you decompress after your hard week?”

You almost say that you can think of something specific he could do to help you decompress, but you think Monday morning might be too early for you to be so horny. Instead, you thank him for his thoughtfulness and tell him you can’t wait, “It’s a date.”

Your day is so full of meetings and review that you barely leave you desk; the periodic messages in the GC or from Din checking in on you are some of your only moments of reprieve during your hectic day.

At 6:30 pm your stomach rumbles, and you realize you haven’t eaten all day; groaning, you realize you’re looking at at least 3 more hours of work before you can go home and heat something up. You hear your name and you look up to see one of your team members escorting Din off the elevator and pointing towards your office.

He’s a sight for your tired eyes and you melt into his open arms, ““Hi! This is a nice surprise. What are you doing here?” Din’s arm wraps around you, then reaches up to give your tired shoulders a brief but deep massage before he pulls back to show you the brown bag he has in his other hand.

“Know you didn’t eat lunch today, pretty girl. Thought you might be in danger of forgetting dinner, too.”

You could cry from the gesture. Pulling him into your office and closing the door, you kiss him quickly but tenderly, “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“My pleasure. Now eat.”

Din sits and waits for you to start digging in before getting up to go. You ask about his dinner, and if he wants to share yours – but he lets you know he understands you have a lot work and he doesn’t want to distract you; he had been worried he was overstepping by showing up unannounced at your place of work, but seeing how ravenous you are for the food he brought, he’s glad he came. You wave off his concerns, and give him your approval of his takeout choice in between big bites. When he hears that you think you might not be able to get away until close to 10 pm, he frowns, “Text me when you’re 5 minutes away from leaving, I’ll come pick you up.”

“It’s oka—”

He stops you with a kiss on your forehead, “I’ll feel better if I can see you safely home at that hour. Can you do that for me, pretty bird?”

You nod, touched.

At 10:10 pm, Din is waiting outside your office, leaning against his truck and watching you wave goodbye to your co-workers, joke crying that you’ll see each other again in less than 10 hours. You’re so tired you close your eyes and lean your head against Din’s shoulder as he drives; he holds your hand the entire way home.

Din waits downstairs while you go in and get Al, walking him with you the same way he did the other night. Before sending you upstairs afterwards, he wraps you up in his arms, once again running his hands firmly over the stiffness in your back from sitting at your desk all day, kissing you long and hard. Barely keeping his breathing under control, Din whispers, “Missed you today, baby.” You pull yourself closer to Din, tilting your head back far enough to rest your chin on his chest and look deep in his eyes; playing with the curls at the base of his neck, you mouth, “Me too,” before opening up your mouth to his one last time before going in.

The next day, Tuesday, Din brings you lunch (“Can’t have you missing your lunch again, sweetheart”) and sits with you while you eat at your desk, watching you answer emails and the occasional question from a colleague who pops into your office. You don’t have to work quite so late today, and are able get home at a reasonable hour (8 pm?) to have dinner. Din still comes by later that night after closing up the gym to walk the dog, and also to bring you another surprise: your dry-cleaning from Peli’s. So glad to be spared the errand, you thank Din with a grateful kiss before asking him how much you owe him. Din gives you a look, to which you respond with a look of your own before sighing, “I’m too tired to do this right now, but this isn’t over, Djarin.” Din puts his hands up in mock surrender and grins, “Anything you say, pretty bird.”

Before parting for the evening, the two of you make out like teenagers: hurried and excited, sometimes clashing teeth and bumping noses from impatience, then giggling before crashing your mouths together again.

On Wednesday, Din brings you dinner again and this time, brings enough for your whole team. After accepting their copious thanks, at your insistence that he isn’t a distraction, he stays and eats with you this time. You happily let yourself escape a little from work through easy conversation with Din; he’s also easy on the eyes tonight in casual sweats, and you try to maintain a modicum of professionalism at work by not letting your eyes and thoughts drift down past the waistband of his sweatpants. For being semi-successful, you allow yourself a few less than professional kisses after dinner. His visit leaves you rejuvenated, and you power through the remainder of your work, missing Din already and eager to see him again for your nightly dog walk. Al has adapted quickly to the new routine, and after the walk, lays down on the sidewalk, seemingly waiting for you and Din to have your nightly make out session. Tonight, Din has you cradled against his shoulder, hands running over your body and face in long gentle strokes. He knows you’re exhausted from work, and wants more than anything to relax you so he can send you upstairs pliant and languid, in hopes you’ll fall into bed right away and get the rest you need. Your kisses tonight are unhurried, long and sweet. You’re already half asleep when Din finally releases you and sends you in with a gentle pat on your rear.

Thursday turns out to be you and your team’s longest, hardest day, the last full work day before the Friday deadline. Din picks you up very late from the office, and you take up your usual position, resting your head on his shoulders while he drives. This time though, you’re wide awake, jazzed up from your team’s progress and how close you all are to pulling everything off. Din holds your hand just like the drive on Monday, but periodically brings it to his lips to pepper your knuckles with light kisses. As he drives, you can’t help but stare at the hand that rests on the wheel, and how it flexes as he steers one-handedly. You can barely conceal how much you want this man to touch you; you steal glances at Din’s handsome profile as he concentrates on the road, squirming in your seat the entire drive. Heat and desire bubble below your stomach as you hope that same hand grips your body hard tonight when his mouth ravages yours.

As if you were clairvoyant, tonight’s post-dog walk make-out session is hungry and intense. At one point, Din has you pressed up against your building, heavy breathing while his hands roam up and down your sides, close to but never groping your breasts. You’re worked up and needy and you let Din know by moaning into his mouth as he kisses you. Din looks sternly at you, panting, “You can’t be making those pretty noises, baby. You’ll drive me crazy.”

Giving him a little smirk, you push up on your tip toes and kiss him open mouthed, this time making sure to press your core against his thigh and give him a drawn out, throaty groan.

Din breaks this kiss by gripping the hands on your waist tighter, and placing you firmly back on your feet, “Now, I thought you were going to be my good girl.”

Your eyes widen, his words shooting straight to the throbbing spot between your legs; “Fuck,” you breathe.

Din hadn’t expected this reaction, but he quickly catches on, “Oh you like that, do you?”

“Mmmhmmm,” you whimper, as you close your eyes and Din slots his mouth over yours again; neither of you even trying to stop your moans this time as the kisses get deeper and harder.

“Fuck,” whispers Din when he finally comes up for air, “I’m in so much trouble.”

You look up at him, slightly stunned and unfocused, “Me too.”

Din gently cups your face and looks at you with seriousness, “Pretty bird, I hope you know just how much I want you. You feel so good. And sound so good, too. You’re also… precious to me; I want to take my time with you, okay?”

“Okay,” you murmur as you pull him back in for a series of soft kisses, “Al says you can take your time.”

Friday passes in a frenzy with last minute prep for the deadline presentation. Everything goes off without a hitch, and the whole team ends the day early, opting to go out for afternoon drinks and then dinner to celebrate hard work and a job well done. When you talk to Din before heading out, he gives you a hearty congratulations and tells you to have a great time, offering to give you a ride home after (extending the kind offer to your co-workers as well), “Have a good time, pretty bird. You deserve it.”

Afternoon drinks plus dinner wine, plus post dinner celebratory champagne have you feeling giddy and buzzed by the time you ask Din to pick you up. You’re not drunk, but you’re carefree, happy and your inhibitions are definitely down. And all you want is Din. You want to see his lazy grin. You want to run your hands over his broad back as he hugs you. You want his hands and mouth on you. You want him. You practically climb into his arms when you see him waiting for you outside the bar.

Din laughs warmly, “Had a good time, sweet girl?”

“Mmmmmhmmmm,” you hum, face buried in his neck. Fuck, he smells good.

Brushing the hair away from your face, he takes in your goofy grin and bright eyes, trying to assess if you’re drunk, but is cut short when you pounce and kiss him with hurried eagerness. He grins against your mouth; yep, you’re tipsy. And it’s making you even more incorrigible and adorable than usual; Din isn’t sure he can resist you like this, but he’s going to try, “Okay, let’s get you home, sweetheart.”

Din helps you into the car, and after you buckle yourself in, he gives you a chaste kiss on your head before closing the door. While he is rounding the car, you can’t help but pout a little. Din said he wants you, but you feel like you definitely want him more – you can barely keep from jumping him at every opportunity, and he seems to remain ever calm and sometimes unreadable, resisting your (albeit mild) advances with little to no effort.

Holding your hand again as he drives, Din notices you don’t rest your head against his shoulder like usual; he looks over and observes a somewhat melancholy look on your face as you look out the window. He gives your hand a little squeeze, “Everything okay, pretty bird? Why do you look kind of sad?”

Even under normal circumstances you consider yourself a fairly direct person, preferring to address things rather than let them simmer, but the alcohol tonight is making you downright brave, and you let your feelings pour out ineloquently, “Don’t get me wrong, Din - I don’t mind waiting and taking things slow. And I think it’s really sweet you want to, so I’m not trying to put any pressure on. But…I guess I’m just feeling kind of sad that I’m the only one who finds waiting hard."

Maybe you are drunk; your words sound a little bratty even to your ears, but you don’t know how else to express your likely unwarranted feelings of rejection. Feeling a little embarrassed for being so needy, you look down at your lap.

If you didn’t have such a sad expression on your face, Din might have laughed at the idea that it’s been easy for him to keep his hands off of you. At every turn, your charm and pretty face threaten to make him snap, and it consistently takes every ounce of his discipline and self control to not break his resolve and take you hard on the closest available surface. All he wants to do, all he thinks about is making you feel good; not a night goes by where he doesn’t imagine what you might look like underneath him, crying out his name while he gives you every ounce of pleasure that he can. The car idles at a stoplight and Din reaches over to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and then trails his fingers down you jaw, gently pinching your chin and turning your face up to look at his. “Sweet girl, please don’t feel that way. It’s not true,” he grins bashfully.

“It isn’t?”

“Not at all. You’re not the only one; it’s hard for me too.” He tilts his head down, nodding slightly at his lap and you follow his gaze to the crotch of his pants. Your eyes widen at what you see. It’s a monster. You clasp your hand over your mouth to stifle a nervous laugh; how is that suppose to fit??

Din starts moving the car again and, in a way that’s clearly tongue in cheek, teases, “Excuse me, missy. Are you laughing at my erection?”

You giggle and can’t pass up the opportunity, “You said ‘it’s hard for me too’,” and laugh so hard, you snort.

Din’s laugh booms throughout the car. And just like that, your little crisis of self doubt is averted, and the two of you are laughing uncontrollably, grinning like idiots. It’s not lost on Din how amazing this feels: even with dumb dick jokes and the promise of no sex, he is completely enamoured with you.

Tonight, the kisses are positively sinful. Deep and passionate; you’re pressed up against the wall again, but this time Din has you caged in with his forearm braced above your head, possessive of your body. His other hand cupping the back of your head, pulling you in for kiss after kiss: hungry kisses on your lips, hurried kisses down your neck, breathy kisses behind your ears. Your hands are fisted into his shirt, both of you pulling each other in for more, more. More.

You’re the one to pull away first, needing to catch your breath; Din touches his forehead to yours, “See you tomorrow for our second date, pretty bird.”

Dazed, you remember it’s only been a week and one date with Din. How are you ever going to survive this man?

#din djarin #din djarin fluff #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin fic #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal characters fanfiction #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x f!reader #modern au #modern!din djarin #no y/n

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⭐️ Annual Writing Self-Evaluation 2024 ⭐️

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 16

2. Word count posted for the year: 43,087

3. Fandoms I wrote for: One Direction, BBC Radio 1 RPF, Music RPF (The Snuts)

4. Pairings: so many!

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles & Louis Tomlinson

Louis Tomlinson/Jack Cochrane

OT5 girl direction

Zayn Malik/Louis Tomlinson

Niall Horan/Greg James & Nick Grimshaw/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson & Zayn Malik/Liam Payne

Zayn Malik/Harry Styles

5. Story with the most: Kudos: Figure This Out Bookmarks: Figure This Out Comments: Louis and the no good, very bad day

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): Stronger Than the Tide was written for the @1daroaceficfest this year. I started writing a different fic but that one got to be much longer than I had time to write, so I quickly changed course, found new inspiration, and wrote this one so fast. This one proved to me that my fics don't have to be long and complicated to be very meaningful.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): I am honestly super proud of everything I posted this year. I feel more confident in my abilities and enjoyed writing so much that I couldn't single any out.

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received: This year I took a writing course and practiced what I'd learned while writing a horror story. Sisterhood is so different than anything I've posted before, so I was a bit nervous to post it. The comments were really great, especially this one from @disgruntledkittenface, "Jinny, I'm so impressed! Your prose is so evocative, and the story gave me chills. You gave such a full, rounded picture of the setting and all of the girls' relationships that I felt like I was there. I admit, I hesitated when I saw the cannibalism tag, but I'm really glad I read this!"

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: This spring was difficult. March and April are always busy and stressful, and then I broke my ankle, had two surgeries, and moved back in with my parents while I healed. Toward the end of May I really wanted to write for @wankersday so I forced myself to try despite some severe writer's block. I drafted Louis and the no good, very bad day entirely on my phone while lying on a couch.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: The ace of clubs in Stronger Than the Tide was my favorite surprise. This wasn't a part of the original draft at all, but while editing it felt like something was missing to indicate that the cave was siren!Harry's home, so I added Harry's collection of human objects. Because this was an ace/aro fic it felt right to put an ace card in. I found out after that the ace of clubs can represent growth and tending to relationships, which fit the theme perfectly.

Louis looked around the empty cave awkwardly. The bright sunlight illuminated some shiny objects laid out on natural ledges in the stone walls that he hadn’t noticed the last time. He slid his hands into the pockets of his red trackies and wandered closer. Shiny agates, broken seashells, smooth sea glass. A fork with a bent tine, dried wildflowers, a bobbin of old thread. A collection of jewelry. A large scallop shell filled with coins from all over the world. A corked bottle with a piece of paper rolled inside. Louis reached out and picked up a single red playing card. He turned it over: the ace of clubs. “That’s my collection. When I find something unique I save it.” Louis had been so intrigued by the items he hadn’t heard Harry come out of the cave. He set the card down carefully where he'd found it. “You keep your collection here in a cave?” “The cave is my home.”

More under the cut.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing: Niall naming Louis' soulmate goose after Bruce Springsteen in Louis and the no good, very bad day will always make me laugh

Niall and Louis walk down the pavement, with the goose strutting a few feet behind Louis, beak held high. “Did you name him?” Niall asks. “What?” “The goose. Did you name him?” “Why would I do that? He’s not a pet.” “Because he’ll be with you for an unknown amount of time. Seems like he should have a name. Like Horace. Or Lionel. Or Bruce! Bruce the Goose.” The goose lets out a short burst of little honks in what Louis can only describe as a happy goose noise. Louis shakes his head. “No. I’m not naming my Soulmate Goose. He’ll hopefully be gone in a few days and then I can get on with my life.” Honk! Niall says, “Maybe. But I’ve heard that some people are stuck with their Soulmate Goose for almost a year.”

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: This year I took a writing course because I wanted to intentionally work on writing as a craft. I learned a lot from the course and enjoyed dedicating time to practicing and improving my skill.

13. How do you hope to grow next year: I am working on a Pride and Prejudice adaptation and learning a lot from studying the source material. Taking a deep dive into such an iconic novel is teaching me a great deal about what makes that story and its characters so compelling.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): @lululawrence's @wordplayfics was a huge inspiration. I wrote 5 fics, 3 of which had been sitting in my drafts folder for years. I had so much fun seeing where each random word would take me each week.

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: Greg twisting his ankle in The Grundy County Corn Maze Incident was inspired by breaking my own ankle. Unfortunately the strong Irish man that helped me get to a car was not Niall . And The Kiss of Sleep that I wrote for @1dtrickortreatfest was inspired by the one and only time I tried melatonin.

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: Keep all your unfinished drafts, even if it seems unlikely you will ever finish them. You never know when the inspiration will strike.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: I signed up as an author for @onedirectionbigbang for the first time this year! I am also an artist for two others and can't wait to see what these collaborations will bring

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.

I tag @disgruntledkittenface @lululawrence @allwaswell16 @voulezloux @red-pandaaa @reminiscingintherain @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed @homosociallyyours @justanothershadeofblue @uhoh-but-yeah-alright and anyone else that wants to do this!

Past years (2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023)

#fics and wips

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6okuto · 1 year ago

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date idea with Ushijima

Go for hike and get carried the rest of the way to the top because you don't have the same stamina

Or he's new to Poland and he invites you to a restaurant to tast test the original dishes so you order everything of the menu and try to guess the recipe behind it

gn!reader | !!! IT’S TOSHI'S BIRTHDAY!!! >__< gonna talk about both of these. he picks a trail near your house that he's jogged dozens of times before. he makes sure you have water and sunscreen and doesn't at all mind when you ask to be carried. he'll check if you’re comfortable and tells you to watch out for branches…. slows/lets you down when you want to take photos of some flowers or a squirrel…

when you ask if he’s doing alright he tells you he’s fine and not to worry ;; you make him promise to tell you if he gets tired so you can take a break together. he could say he doesn't think he'll need to, but instead he smiles softly and says okay anyway.

! imagine his surprise when there's something set up already for his birthday up there. he's not somebody who's easily caught off guard, so you can't help but feel accomplished when he turns to you with widened eyes.

"surprise!"

wakatoshi blinks, mind still processing. but then he tilts his head, half amused, half genuinely curious. "did you really need me to carry you up the rest of the way?"

"i mean, i was tired. but also i had to sell the act, didn't i?" you smile. "are you mad?"

he lets out a breathy laugh, more a puff of air than anything, before coming closer. "no, i'd be glad to carry you up again if you wanted to come back."

"really? would you carry me down after we're done?"

his initial response isn't a yes or no. instead, he decides to pick you up where you're standing, getting you to wrap your arms around his neck in surprise. the gravel shifts under his feet as he turns to bring you to your set up—a blanket very carefully laid and held down on the corners, with gifts you had bought weeks ago ready to open. "ask me afterward."

also i looked up polish dishes last night while thinking abt this and got hungry. why'd i do that at 1am w nothing but cookies on me... BUT THE IDEA IS SOO CUTE omg he looks up some popular places and reads a Lot of reviews beforehand.. the workers are happy to recommend some popular dishes and think your idea is really nice lolol ^^

soft toshi... holding your fork up to feed him and him doing the same for you while chewing... so cute. cute guy. him furrowing his brows as he tries to discern what’s in the dish and throwing ideas back and forth with you… him softly chuckling when you scrunch up your face because you didn’t like the taste of something. he instinctively reaches to move the plate away and slides your glass closer instead. he asks “didn’t like that one?” as if you aren’t already gulping your water down

and he’s genuinely curious about the ingredients while the workers explain afterward !! he listens especially close when they describe the ones you really enjoyed. like he’s not leaving without making a mental list of which dishes were your favourites.

but also i think it would be so cute if there wasn’t a set plan. like the both of you happen to walk past a cozy looking place and you grab his hand to go in. and even if the food doesn't end up spectacular or anything, the fact that this is the first spot you visit together makes it a special place. depending on how good it is, it could either be a cute date spot every couple of months or a regular spot. picking up some drinks and treats to surprise you for dinner kind of thing ;;

his birthday... the idea that you guys become regulars. you go in and mention it's his birthday soon and ask if they have a good desert idea, or if they could do something special. and yeah of course they'll whip something up for this ?? famous volleyball player who just happens to like their local shop ?? who's a little scary but polite and endearingly obviously (in a relative sense) in love with you.

and i'm not saying the place would see a bunch of new customers because ushijima, a guy notorious for the lack of personal posts on his social media, posted about them and you after receiving a special birthday dinner,, but i'm not denying that idea either (ゝω･)

tangent but i rlly do love the idea of u telling toshi to pose for a picture on the hike or putting a flower in his hair for it .. or him with a little party hat on lololol

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#haikyuu x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima fluff #haikyuu fluff #ushijima! ushijima! yaaaaay #its also aones birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY AONE! >___<#i will try to finish the idea for him too. we will see #x reader

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dream-moonlight · 11 months ago

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Maybe next time, maybe in the next life, maybe never.

Warnings: Angst, James being clueless, James Potter x Lily Evans, James Potter x Reader, unrequited love

Was i a fool for falling in love with James Potter of all people? Maybe. Maybe i was. But how could i stop myself when he's so kind and funny to me? How can i resist him when he keeps helping me with my schoolwork despite the many times i told him there was no need? I couldn't. That's the answer. From the moment I've met him, he's been nothing but welcoming, even if i was skeptical of him at first. But it didn't take me long to warm up and see him as the amazing young gentleman he was. That was for me, but not for Lily who hadn't liked him at all because of his loud and way too cheerful personality. I kinda understood her. James could exaggerate at times, but he was trying his best to make everyone around him happy. I appreciated it. I knew he had a crush on Lily. I mean, it was obvious from the way he acted around her. It didn't bother me until i realised i felt something more for him, something way stronger than friendship, so strong that it made my heart beat faster than when we had a test on transfiguration. Lily didn't seem interested in James, rather disturbed instead. So i thought to myself.. why don't i try? I don't need to get straight to the point, I could just try to get closer to him and see where this goes. Maybe it can end in us together? Or maybe i was dreaming too hard.

"Hey, James! Mind coming with me to the library today? You know, for the erbology we have tomorrow. We could just.. review some things. Study some more."

"Ah.. sorry, i can't. I was planning to go ask Lily on a date.. Maybe next time? You can ask Remus to help you! I'm sure he'll be glad to have some company while studying. Wish me luck!"

And with that, he'd run off, not even giving me a chance to say 'bye' or wish him luck in this quest of his. I sighed before turning and walking off in search of Remus. Let's hope he didn't have someone to conquer as well. I really needed help for this test. But hey.. maybe next time we'll be able to study together. Just me and James.

Maybe.

"Good morning, James. Are you feeling alright? I haven't seen you at breakfast and me and the others got a bit worried. Is something wrong?"

I asked after finally finding James outside the castle when he did not show up for breakfast that morning.

"Oh, good morning. Sorry i wasn't there. I had to get some of these flowers for Lily. What do you think? She'll like them right?"

My body stiffened a bit, but I still smiled.

"I'm sure she'll love them, James. They're beautiful."

He chuckled and nodded, looking down at the flowers he had taken with a slight hint of blush on those squishy cheeks of his.

"Just like her.."

He mumbled dreamily as my heart sinked further into darkness.

"By the way, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to Hogsmade with me this weekend to-"

He didn't even give me time to finish that his attention was drawn to something behind me. Or rather someone.

"Sorry! Gotta go! I see Lily over there! Uh- maybe we'll go another time, okay? Next week?"

He said with an excited smile, again, not leaving me the time to answer before he stormed off to Lily.

Alright.. maybe.. maybe next week.

It's been.. how long as it been since this stupid crush started? Way too long, I'll tell you that. I tried everything. I swear.. everything i could possibly think of. But nothing. James was so damn stubborn and set on conquering Lily that he basically ignored all my attempts at hanging out with him. It was like he was obsessed with her. At this point i was getting tired. I didn’t want to hide anymore, i wanted him to know. Even if he rejected me, it didn't matter. At least he would finally get it through his thick skull that there wasn't only Lily in this world.

"James, i need to talk to you."

"Not now, i really need to-"

This time i was the one who didn't let him finish.

"No. Please, it's serious. I need to talk to you now."

He looked at me kinda worried, but he did stop and listened.

"James, i don't really know how to approach this any differently. I've tried many times to make you understand, but you just don't get it."

His worry increased, but now his eyes were filled with curiosity.

"I like you. And not in a friends way.. I really, really like you. I want you to be my boyfriend, James. I want to go on dates with you, give you the love and respect you deserve. I admire you for who you are and i want to show that i appreciate all you've done for me."

His eyes widened, his body stiffening and his heart stopping for a second before his expression turned to.. honestly, it hurts to even say it.

"I'm sorry, but i do not like you that way. I appreciate what you said, but.. listen, i haven't really told this to anyone because i didn't want to ruin my chance, but I've been going out with Lily for a while now, and.. it's really going well, so.."

He stopped, not really knowing if to continue, afraid to hurt me even more than when i was. But i just laughed. I laughed.

"It's fine! I'm not mad at you, James. I'm actually happy."

Liar.

"I'm glad you finally achieved what you desired. And hey. Maybe in the next life we'll be together! Who knows."

I said in a joking tone, letting out a small awkward laugh. How I wished it could be true.

"Yeah.. maybe in the next life."

He said with a small laugh.

"I need to go now. Lily is waiting for me at the black lake. Oh, and.. I'm sorry."

He didn't look sorry at all.

"It's fine. Just go get your girl."

I watched him leave with a smile before it disappeared as quick as it came, replaced by a sad frown.

Maybe in the next life.

Maybe never.

#james potter x reader #marauders x reader #james potter #love #marauders #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #magic #unrequited love #lily evans #angst

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polyamzeal · 1 year ago

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got any polyam book recs

How many time do I need to reccomend the Smart Girl's Guide To Polyamory by Dedecker Winston! I feel like I never shut up about it and still people have never heard of it! I am just going to create a quick list of all the polyam books I have read. Because when I was first learning about polyamory it felt like you were required to read certain books before you could get your polyamory license yet so many other people haven't read any books! One day I might write out longer reviews for these.

The Ethical Slut: A Practical Guide to Polyamory, Open Relationships & Other Adventures by Dossie Easton and Janet W. Hardy- This is one of the first ever books focused on polyamory. As such it is a bit dated. Despite that I think it is still a good book that people can get a lot out of. Just keep its age in mind.

More Than Two: A Practical Guide to Ethical Polyamory by Franklin Veaux and Eve Rickert - When I started learning about polyamory this was the holy bible of polyamory that everyone insisted that everybody must read. I honestly liked The Ethical Slut better though. Since then though the book has been utterly condemned by the community and people are now very quick to scream how nobody should read this book because Franklin Veaux was revealed to be abusive in his relationships so now suddenly the book is a guide to teach people how to be abusive in relationships. I guess??? Eve Ricket has put out multiple statements about the book about if people should still read it or not but I am sure I will miss something if I dive into that. Like more The Ethical Slut, just keep in mind it might have some problematic aspects. But I personally think there is still some good stuff in it that people might find value in. It has been a while since I read it but I don't remember it being problematic, just a bit dry and boring.

The Smart Girl's Guide To Polyamory by Dedecker Winston - I'm skipping right to this to say this is my favorite polyamory book! It is very unfortunate that that the title isn't great. And indeed it is written to be aimed at women but honestly I found very very little in the book to feel exclusive to women and not apply to me (a cis-male) just as much. I love this book so much that I re-typed up a passage from it, had it printed on a large poster, and framed.

Sex At Dawn: How We Mate, Why We Stray, and What It Means for Modern Relationships by Christopher Ryan and Cacilda Jetha - This is another book that used to be worshipped in polyamory circles and wholehearted reccomended. I am so glad that it is now mostly forgotten. Why? BECAUSE THIS IS NOT A POLYAMORY BOOK! This is a very scientific anti-monogamy book. So I was waiting for all this set-up to talk about why polyamory fixes all these problems of monogamy it has taken so long to explain. Spoilers! Polyamory is only briefly mentioned in the epilogue of the book in a half-hearted, "Maybe this solution works for some people". Let's be clear, this is not a bad book. It is a very good book at using scientific evidence to point out flaws with monogamy and can lead to interesting discussion. But it is not a polyamroy book and shouldn't be recommended as such.

Love's Not Color Blind: Race and Representation in Polyamorous and Other Alternative Communities by Kevin Patterson - Another great book that is highly underrated. But note this is not a Polyamory 101 book. I consider this a "next-level" polyamory book. And to be clear I am white/Caucasian and I learned so much from this book and really love it! It opened my eyes in so many ways.

The Polyamorists Next Door: Inside Multiple-Partner Relationships and Families by Elisabeth Sheff - This isn't a bad book but I also didn't really find it to be a good book either. It feels neither pro-polyamory or anti-polyamory. Just a whole lot of stories and facts. I think it might be most interesting for a monogamous person to read.

Polyamory by Marissa Blake - Worst book I have ever listened to and I am pretty sure it is plagiarized. Been meaning to do a project where I research that claim but just haven't been interested in doing so. it is utter garbage.

The Polyamory Breakup Book: Causes, Prevention, and Survival by Kathy Labriola - Another advanced level polyamory book. But I think an especially important one for everyone to read. When you date more people you have more breakups. And when "cheating" is far less of an issue it is becomes hard to understand when you should breakup.

Polysecure: Attachment, Trauma and Consensual Nonmonogamy by Jessica Fern - The new holy bible of polyamory that everybody in every polyamory group will recommend immediately. It is a good book but honestly I think it is overrated. I think it is aimed at a very certain kind of person struggling with polyamory but it didn't resonate a whole lot with me on a polyamory level. I thought Secure Attachment was very interesting but I felt the actual polyamory aspects of the book were a little lacking to me. I do recommend the book but maybe not as someone's first polyamroy book. I think there are better polyamory 101 books. To note I have not read Polywise yet, the authors sequel book that just came out. I think I have higher hopes for that one though.

Ready For Polyamory by Laura Boyle - Most recent book I read and I had wanted to write a full review but I forgot. This is a fairly good book. I feel like it doesn't stand out much from the other Polyamory 101 books but overall solid. The one place where I give it the most praise is it has the most up-to-date definitions of terms which over the years have evolved and changed over time. The spectrum of polyamory styles I think is especially important for people to read. Older books didn't mention this at all or it was only Parelle VS Kitchen Table. Now we have a much wider spectrum and I often see a common mistake for newbies is for 2 partners to be at different point of the spectrum and never acknowledging it.

Do you know of any polyamory books I missed that I should read? Please let me know!

#polyamory #polyam #nonmonogamy #Books #Reccomendations #Book Reviews #Book

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deke-rivers-1957 · 7 months ago

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Charro! Review

Before Elvis could start filming, numerous changes were made to the script. Everyone who has heard of this movie knows about a cut opening scene featuring female nudity as well as the director having other violent scenes cut. Elvis himself was disappointed that the script he accepted ended up changing by the time he got on set.

Fans however were disappointed for other reasons. They supposedly didn't like that Charro! only had one song. A soundtrack album couldn't even be made due to only 2 songs being recorded with one of them not even being used in the movie. Critics were also unhappy as they considered it to be a cheap attempt at a western and panned Elvis for his dull acting. But were those the real reasons why this movie is considered to be his least viewed? Did this movie genuinely fail to live up to the standards Western moves established before them, or was it judged too harshly for not living up to expectations of both Western fans and Elvis fans? Let's find out.

"Charro" is a quintessential Western intro song. The score as a whole is a hit and it wasn't a surprise at all to see Hugo Montenegro was the composer. He is after all famous for his "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly" theme cover that reached the #2 spot in US charts June of 1968. I personally don't even mind that this is the only song in the movie that plays as Elvis rides a horse into town. It would've made the movie too hokey if it was stylized as a typical Elvis vehicle.

I love the town's aesthetic. The scenery throughout the whole movie is amazing and I'm so glad they filmed on location throughout Arizona and not simply use rear screen projection. Jess speaking in Spanish so the other patrons don't get hurt is a nice touch. Even though the situation was obvious, it was great to see a character moment where he didn't want to assume anything.

Billy Roy getting slapped adds a level of corny that's sprinkled throughout what's an otherwise serious film. It's very odd to have his line delivery sound the way it does then not even a minute later, Jess is being held at gunpoint to mount his horse. While it's true that even serious movies can have some comedic moments, the nature of this comedy here only feels out of place.

Jess' relationship with Vince is very odd. Vince claims that he's upset that Jess left because of Tracy but I personally don't think that's the only reason. Jess claims that he left because he felt that there was no future with Vince. I don't believe that either. There's a certain amount of complexity would give us a greater insight to their character motivations.

Vince reveals that he stole Emperor Maximilian's cannon. Now his reasoning for getting Jess Wade involved makes absolutely no sense. Vince says that one of their buddies got shot in the neck. So Jess would be framed, they put out his name and branded him so he'd have the matching scar. There are a lot of factors that would have to work in Vince's favor for this plan to work. You are more likely to die from a gunshot wound to the neck given the amount of blood vessels in that area and the lack of fat covering the area. To avoid death by blood loss, let alone infection since this is the late 1800s, you would need an act of God to help you.

Vince's plan only works because the writers says it does which leads to a lot of problems down the line. The biggest issue being that he expects everyone who sees the poster to immediately associate Jess' new scar with a gunshot wound. I know the scar is makeup and might not fully reflect the injury Jess is supposed to have, but if we're assuming what we see is what the characters see, I don't think they would see a branding scar and realistically think it's a gunshot wound. Again based on the setting, people should know what a gunshot wound would look like and how it would damage the surrounding skin. Even if they're not a doctor, they at least would have functional enough eyes to know the difference.

I love the scene of Jess taming the horse but man is it obvious at times that Elvis isn't actually riding it. However, him getting water from a muddy river is the scariest thing I've ever seen. Knowing that in real life, water like that would cause so many problems like cholera or dysentery, Jess probably is God for somehow not coming down with either of those illnesses. It's even worse when you notice that he wiped that same water on his wound. Granted a burn wound from a branding iron isn't exactly an open wound, but it still doesn't mean there's no chance of an infection. Unless the writers specifically wanted Jess to use dirty water to wipe his wounds, I would've changed how it was shot so the water didn't look obviously undrinkable.

Now what is absolutely amazing was the weather effects. Seeing Jess having to ride his horse while a dust storm is forming is incredible. I have no idea if they purposely created a dust storm or if the camera crew manage to capture the perfect moment. Either way it's nice to see that this was the real life middle of the desert as opposed to using a soundstage. Having that atmosphere really draws you into the movie. I almost wish it was filmed in that classic black in white film to really capture that old, gritty Western aesthetic.

I love Jess' relationship with Sheriff Ramsey. Even though we don't know the full details, you can tell there's some type of mentorship role involved. It's especially clear that the sheriff is meant to be a grounding figure in Jess' life given how they emphasize the numerous lectures he had to listen to. Even when the sheriff chews out Jess for getting involved with Vince again, he at least believes him when Jess said it wasn't his choice.

Now Jess' relationship with Tracy really falls flat for me. I don't even care that her nude scene is cut, they just have no chemistry. Tracy in general not trusting Jess despite kissing him makes no sense. Especially when she's going on about how Jess is worse than Vince when she doesn't even give him a chance to tell his side of things. It only makes her look flakey to have her chew Jess out and not trust him, only to give him a gun as a means of helping him. I know she's conflicted on what to believe, but it would be best to frame it as a conflict and not something she's so adamant about.

Billy Roy shows up at the saloon and I have no idea what to make of it. He acts all sinister with Marcie yet also acts like a complete ham with Jess. Everyone knows he's part of Vince's gang yet none of the men do anything about it. Tracy is the only one who outright confronts him about his presence being unwanted and Jess only gets involved when he's called out.

Sheriff Ramsey getting shot should've never happened. You mean to tell me there wasn't a single person in that saloon with a gun that could've done something? No one knows about Vince having the cannon so they should have no reason to be afraid. This is an example of an idiot plot where the plot only works because the writers purposely make everyone dumb or inactive. The men dragging Billy Roy to the jail shows just how easy it should be to deal with one person.

I have no idea why we're supposed to think Sheriff Ramsey's wounds are considered fatal. Perhaps it's because the visuals don't fully reflect the extent of his injuries since it's only makeup, but I don't think it was that bad. The "bullet wounds" to me doesn't indicate that he'll die from blood loss. If anything, he's more likely to die from the infections brought on by Opie trying to dig the bullets out.

Sheriff Ramsey swears Jess in as his deputy. The fact that there's multiple witnesses shows that this is official. Since Jess is now in charge what does he do? Actively passes out rifles to the business owners so they can protect their property. And to think most of the town doesn't trust him because he was part of Vince's gang. I can understand being wary of Jess, but once he's actively taking the time to ensure the town's safety, tensions should've gone down. Especially since literally anyone could verify with Sheriff Ramsey that he sworn Jess in himself.

It's now daybreak and we get an idea of how small Vince's gang really is. Unless there's a whole bunch of people offscreen, I can only count a total of less than 10 men including Vince and Billy Roy. Vince freaking out about his brother being gone and one of his guys saying "I didn't wanna wake youuuuu" is one of the funniest line deliveries in this movie. I can't take anything he does seriously because there's just a lot of mood whiplash between him slapping someone then immediately apologizing like nothing happened. Then again it's possible that Vince was purposely supposed to be this way as a way to showcase how scary he really is. That unlike Billy Roy, Vince is capable of having normal human emotions so showing that he's still willing to commit a significant amount of atrocities for money makes him even more dangerous.

Tracy sees Jess at the barber's shop and immediately scolds him for leaving Billy Roy unguarded and not having armed men on the roofs. I have no idea why Tracy genuinely thinks Jess is that stupid to leave Billy Roy alone and leave the rest of the town unarmed. I actually chuckled when she realized that she was wrong because it's hilarious how for someone who's supposed to love Jess, she has absolutely no faith in him.

Because this issue happens throughout the movie, I'm only going to mention it here to avoid repetition. Vince being allowed to ride freely in town is the most nonsensical thing I've ever seen. The townsfolk know that he's dangerous. There's a bunch of them and only one of him. Jess gave them guns for a reason so why aren't they using them? Unless Jess specifically gave them orders to not shoot unless fired at first, there shouldn't be anything stopping them.

The fact that he's even allowed to be in the jail shows just how unclear his status is in this town. His plan to turn that cannon onto the town if Billy Roy isn't set free only showcases that he shouldn't just be allowed to roam freely. So Jess makes the active decision to do absolutely nothing. Even if we're supposed to infer that he needs Vince alive, why couldn't he use his power as Deputy Sheriff to arrest him? He literally admitted in plain English that he's going to commit an act of terrorism against the town. I would think that is a big enough of a crime to put him in jail so he can't carry out that plan.

The Mexican Army arrives and Vince threatens to rat Jess out. Jess meanwhile, continues to do nothing but threaten him back into convincing them to leave. So Vince decides to lead the Mexican Army away from Jess by leading them right to a pass that results in them all getting blasted by a cannon fire. What's lost on me is that this whole scene was kept in despite being the most violent scene in the movie. I know that we needed to know why the Mexican Army just disappears but how can you claim to want a film that isn't very violent yet keep a scene that features a mass murder?

Meanwhile, absolutely nothing is being done to prepare for an evacuation. Sheriff Ramsey's the only one with sense by telling Jess to not be a coward and give into Vince's demands. It's funny how immediately after his wife is like "don't let my husband convince you to let him die because he can't be moved. Set Billy Roy free" as if that would solve everything. Vince turning the cannon onto the town already proved that he's someone who can't be reasoned with. There's absolutely no proof that simply letting his brother go would make him not attack the town. Evacuating the town is the easiest solution to have Jess not give in and let a potential terrorist get what he wants.

It's honestly incredible how Jess is the one who's blamed when Sheriff Ramsey is killed by falling debris, when Vince is right there in front of them. Vince is the one who can tell his men to not fire. Vince is the one who gave them the ultimatum to let Billy Roy go when his actions got the sheriff injured in the first place. But no it's all Jess' fault. If you're going to blame Jess for anything, blame him for not doing anything to stop Vince when he was well within his power as the Deputy Sheriff to do something.

Mrs. Ramsey bringing out the posters as if he's a liar the whole time is pointless. No one in the town except Sheriff Ramsey ever fully trusted him, so bringing out the poster doesn't change anything. If anything it should show how irrational she is from grief because she actually believes it to be true without questioning anything. Tracy even buys into this idea despite supposedly loving him that it makes me not care that she apologized. I feel nothing for their relationship because even though she kisses him, at the end of the day, she didn't have his back when he needed it.

Despite Jess being gone, Mrs. Ramsey still thinks he's a rat when the cannon still fires on the town. What makes it even worse is that, she herself says that Billy Roy being let go might result in the cannon fire ending. Meaning despite being so adamant that Jess should rot for not letting him go, even she isn't sure about it ending. And yet after all this cannon fire, no one leaves town. The amount inaction when there doesn't need to be is so baffling. Unless Vince somehow has invisible guards keeping everyone but Jess and Billy Roy in the town, there's no reason for them to still be there.

It's now night time and Jess has Billy Roy handcuffed around some tree branches. I love the amount of tension in this showdown. The look in Jess' eyes when he sees the cannon rolling down into Billy Roy is amazing acting. Even though the whole series of events that resulted in Billy Roy's death could've been executed better, it doesn't take away from the genuine look of helplessness on Jess' face. As soon as he took in what was happening, he knew there was nothing he can do to stop it. And he felt absolutely guilty about. It once again shows that just because Jess is this stoic character, he's not a man who is completely unable of expressing emotion.

As much as I understand people thinking it's weak for Vince to still be alive at the end of the movie, this was the best way to go. When you look at his relationship with his brother, you know that the worst thing you can do to him is to let him live. Forcing Vince to live with the guilt that his actions caused Billy Roy to die, would be an even better comeuppance than simply killing him. Plus Jess realistically still needs Vince alive so he can have his name cleared of all charges. Killing him wouldn't have helped him accomplish that. On the opposite side, I love how Vince curses out Jess Wade but when he sees the man right in front of him, he does nothing. It shows that Vince is so broken by this death, that killing Jess wouldn't have changed anything. It wouldn't have brought his brother back. So he gives up knowing he has nothing left to live for.

I don't like how the townsfolk all apologize because it feels forced. Mrs. Ramsey especially going as far as to kiss Jess leaves a bad taste in my mouth since she was the reason why everyone ganged up on Jess in the first place. Even Tracy's part feels forced because of how she didn't show a level of loyalty that would make a happy ending feel earned. At least Jess got to ride off into the proverbial sunset knowing his name will be cleared.

The sad thing about this movie is that it had a lot of chances to be good. The concept of a man having to clear his name over a crime he didn't commit is a classic story for a reason. The problem is that the path the writers chose to get there had more holes than the town Vince attacked. It's incredible how one little detail can result in so much chaos. I'm well aware that a novelization exists, but since it was released separately from the movie, I'm not including that in my opinion. To me, a novelization of a movie shouldn't have to make up for details that weren't included in the movie.

Despite all of my criticisms, I still give this movie an 8/10. Even though some of the acting is corny, Elvis' portrayal of Jess Wade is amazing. I know it's a common criticism that Elvis' acting was flat. That. Was. The. Point. Jess is meant to contrast the chaotic nature that is Vince and Billy Roy because he's a man that has done wrong in the past but now wants to better himself. So why do I think this movie failed compared to Elvis' more musical ones? It's because it's a victim of circumstances. Westerns have been done to death and Clint Eastwood was the biggest contemporary name in that genre since John Wayne. Even though Elvis did a great job, he just didn't stand a chance because the heart of what makes a good Western story was lost.

An: Thank you @xanatenshi for requesting this. I understand why he has a following since Elvis did a great job portraying him. If I didn't tag you and you left a note on my previous reviews, please let me know and I'll be sure to tag you for Jess Wade's rank and my next review announcement.

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