#im 18 but i feel like im 80 | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

beachbxtchforev · 8 months ago

Text

I’m Wearing UNC Blue for Him

after you support Rafe at his big game, he shows his appreciation for you on the way home.

pairing: basketballplayer!Rafe x fem!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: 18+, fingering, slow burn, some curse words, use of “baby”

1:37 left on the clock. the Heels lead the Huskies 78-72. Connecticut possession.

this was one of Rafe’s biggest games of the season. going against last year’s NCAA conference champs, UNC needs to pull off this win to secure a top bracket position. the roar of Chapel Hill was mind numbing, your ears were ringing from the chanting that surrounded you. today, you opted to sit with the Cameron’s instead of cheering from the student section because they often secured seats closer to the court. you wanted to be able to see Rafe up close, maybe even give him a glimpse of you showing your support for extra motivation.

the ball is thrown in from the sideline, making its way up the court towards UConn’s basket. their player goes for a layup and makes it. 78-74. 1:24. Kelce checks the ball to Rafe, with the two of them making their way back towards their hoop. UConn’s impressive defense forces the ball to be passed until Rafe can make his way into the paint. he once again gets the ball and is quickly fouled. just as you expected. you hate when the game is close in the end with both teams doing whatever it takes to prevent points.

you stand for Rafe’s free-throws, thumb nail up to your mouth out of habit, feeling the stress of 20,000 fans watching his every move. he bounces the ball, shoots, and sinks it. thank god, now just do it again. and he does. 80-74. 1:10.

the minute left of game play really takes ten, anxiety seeping into your every move. Rafe has the ball with four seconds left, taking a shot from the 3 point line. its in! the Heels win!

you fly out of your seat, hands reaching the air, quickly turning to Sarah at your side to embrace out of relief. Ward high fives you as Rose’s smile beams.

Rafe always takes a while to join the group after a game, especially one as big as tonight’s. when he comes out of the locker room you are so excited to see him that you run to jump into his arms. “you did it baby! im so proud of you,” you exclaim as you wrap your legs around his torso. he chuckles at your enthusiasm, pecking the side of your head.

once he lets you go, he shares moments with each of his family members and you walk hand in hand out of the facility.

a winning game day is always your favorite because it ensures a good mood from your boyfriend for the rest of the night.

“I can’t believe that last shot you made, you just had to rub the win in their face babe?” you jokingly question as he opens the passenger door to his truck for you.

“what can I say, im tryin to make some noise in prep for the tourney, baby. plus I really want to start getting NBA scouts’ attention.”

you watch as he rounds the front of the truck to get in.“well you got my attention, that’s for sure.” you smile at him, leaning over the center console to give him a peck on the mouth.

putting the car in drive, you guys head back towards his apartment. Drake plays through his speakers as you look out the window at your beautiful campus lit up by the moon. you’re pulled out of your trance by Rafe’s hand reaching out for your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. just like you predicted, he’s in a good mood from his win, so you might as well let him bask in it.

you’re wearing just a UNC vintage pullover that you stole from Rafe and some jean shorts, which you feel his hand working towards. biting your lip and sneaking a glance at him, you decide to unbutton the denim and slide it down your legs, revealing your lacey thong to the darkness of the truck. Rafe’s hand moves higher, grazing over the fabric of your shorts to meet the now bare skin of your hip, while his left hand controls the wheel. you let out a gasp when his fingers dip into the top of your panties, grazing your slit.

his actions are followed by a whimper from your mouth, already feeling yourself getting soaked. however, you have been turned on since you saw him in his Heel blue jersey on the court. his fingers apply pressure, finding your clit and moving in circles. your legs spread, giving him better access as he multitasks his way into giving you and orgasm. what can’t this man do?

“Rafey, inside me. please” you beg, wanting to feel his fingers.

“ya baby? want to get fucked by my fingers? huh?” he teases as he continues to maneuver the truck through the emptying streets.

“y-yes! yes, pl-“ your words are cut off my your own moan as Rafe’s middle and ring finger thrust into your entrance. he too groans at the feeling of your gummy walls around his fingers, blood rushing to his cock.

his fingers move in and out, working you open. he adjusts his hand so the heel of his palm can apply pressure to your clit while his fingers work your hole, warmth invading them. he adds a curling motion to his thrusts, finding the spot that almost always has you cumming.

“shit y/n. squeezing my fingers baby? you gonna cum?”

“please Rafe! im so close,” you moan out. band in your stomach ready to snap.

as soon as he turns the truck into the parking garage, fingers moving rapidly, you release, wetness coating his hand, your heavy breaths filling the cab. after a couple more pumps, he removes his fingers from you and slides them between his lips, collecting your juices. you turn your head to face him, hair slightly disheveled and sticking to your forehead.

“you taste so good baby,” he says, as he takes his fingers out of his mouth and tucks a misplaced piece of hair behind your ear.

leaning over to give you a needy kiss, he grasps your wrist, pulling your hand to feel his hardened cock.

“now how about we go upstairs and you give me a three celebratory rounds for that 3 pointer that impressed you so much?

let me know what you think ✨

#drew starkey #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe obx #rafe outerbanks #rafe smut #outer banks #rafe cameron edits #rafe fanfiction #rafe fic #basketball #drew starkey smut

414 notes · View notes

bruhnze · 5 months ago

Text

Feeling 22 - Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Written for this ask and this ask xx. Didn't know if you wanted a smutty story but i just took the liberty to fill in you did, bcs in my polls its always about a 70-80% that does :). (for future asks u guys should totally specify, bcs i'll just do whatever haha).

Warning: 18+ smut, minors dni.

Summary: Lucy shows up at the match with Ona's 2 on her and tells Ona she'll have the same number for club as her aswell. Ona is sleepy but demands Lucy to come to her hotel, as she can't sleep knowing Lucy could be in her arms. Sleepy Ona x sleepy Lucy.

Wordcount: a small one: 1,8k

New title: Feeling 22

Lucy had been able to get a shirt to wear for her girlfriends Olympic game through Ona's manager.

Ona had known she would come but Lucy had asked the manager not to tell her she would be wearing her shirt to the match, that would be a surprise.

The match against Japan had ended well, with a 2-1 win, and Lucy couldn't wait to congratulate Ona.

After Ona had showered she walked back into the stadium, she looked for Lucy and saw her talking to a family member of another player, Carmona.

She was standing against a fence and Ona walked over to it.

The person walked away when she saw Olga and she said goodbye to Lucy, but Lucy was no longer really paying attention.

Ona and Lucy only had eyes for each other, Ona pressed herself against her and caught Lucy between the fence and herself.

After a hug -that was far too short for their liking-, they looked at each other.

"Hey, bub," Lucy said softly as she turned the pendant of Ona's necklace, which she had given her, right,''congrats on your win''.

"You are wearing my shirt!" Ona giggled happily as she grabbed the fabric.

''of course, you're a WAG or you're not'' Lucy said shrugging ''i do everything with a 100 percent effort''.

''i love you'' Ona sighed.

Lucy smiled ''i love you too''.

Ona traced the two on the shirt and smiled at Lucy ''i love you two'' she joked as she poked Lucy's stomach.

''i have some more fun news'' Lucy said laughing.

''yes?''

''For club im also taking the same number as you, it just got confirmed''.

''22?''

''yeah''

''2 and 22'' Ona said to let it sink in and finally said ''cute''.

''you are cute'' Lucy said ''but now you know what awaits you hm''.

''no?''

''i want you in my shirt at a match''.

''i am definitely not going to wear a Chelsea shirt and i have matches to play myself'' Ona giggled teasingly.

Lucy grinned ''hmm, we'll see, maybe an opportunity will present itself''.

Ona pushed herself a bit closer to Lucy and said happily ''then of course i will grab it with both hands''.

After the formalities in the team hotel, such as recovery and eating, and Ona was supposed to be in bed sleeping, she texted Lucy, even though she wasn't supposed to leave the hotel or invite Lucy to come to hers, she couldn't help but want to hold Lucy, especially now that she knew Lucy was literally a street away in a hotel.

They were supposed to see each other again that next morning, when Ona had a moment of free time to explore Nantes, but she couldn't wait.

Lucy had been reluctant and had called Ona after she'd read the texts and told her to rest, ''playing a game every 3 days takes a toll on your body, especially for a player like you, who plays every game and especially as you're going to win so you've got a lot of games to play'' Lucy had said.

“I know sleep is important Luce,” Ona had whined, “but I can't sleep without you when I know there's only a street between us.”

Lucy thought about it ''Just sleeping?'' she had asked in a stern voice.

''Yes I promise Luce'' Ona said sincerely ''if you are here I will sleep in 2 minutes''.

Lucy sighed, knowing she literally was not capable of saying no to her little Catalan ''mkay, I will be there in 10 minutes''.

As a soft knock sounded on Ona's hotel door, she shot out of bed and opened the door.

''Hi princess'' Lucy said softly.

''Has anyone seen you?'' Ona asked as she closed the door behind her friend.

''No'' Lucy said giggling ''everyone is sleeping, something you should do too''.

Ona hugged Lucy ''yes we are going to sleep, but first un beso, I haven't kissed you in so long''.

''You are incorrigible, I said, only sleeping'' Lucy said rolling her eyes.

''I said it would take 2 minutes for me to go to sleep, 2 minutes to kiss you'' she looked up at Lucy ''you are wasting my kiss time with stupid talking''.

Lucy wanted to kiss her just as much and quickly took off her clothes until she was in her underwear and got into bed ''come let's kiss here so you can leave your eyes closed and let your legs rest''.

She laughed as Ona climbed into bed to her left yawning, "aw you're so tired baby, c'm here."

Lucy herself was also very tired, between all the hustle and bustle of the end of the season and the signing at her new club and other things she had to arrange for England, she had arranged to be able to come to Ona's match. It was very important to her and she was happy that it had all worked out.

Facing each other they layed in bed, Lucy smiled tiredly and stroked Ona's cheek with her thumb ''you are so beautiful, I missed you''.

Ona leaned towards her ''still talking?'' she sighed laughing against Lucy's lips.

Lucy was quiet and kissed her lover back.

Both content with feeling of each other's soft lips again, after not having seen each other for a while, they relaxed.

Soft kisses were shared and hands caressed the places they had longed for.

When Lucy noticed that Ona was -waking up- a bit more she gently pushed her onto her back and broke the kiss ''you're tired''.

Ona groaned in dissatisfaction ''we still have a minute left''.

Lucy leaned over Ona ''no way, we're already overdue''.

The short Catalan pouted ''i won the match''.

''the match you played all the way through'' Lucy said tiredly ''you need to rest''.

''Okay, I'll stay laying down like this and you kiss me'' Ona said stubbornly and determined ''or do you think I don't deserve it?'' she said with puppy-dog eyes.

''argghh'' Lucy sighed ''you know I can't deny you anything, I just want you to recover well baby''.

Ona smiled and reached her hand up to guide Lucy's face back to hers ''being loved is a scientifically proven recovery''.

''No it's not'' Lucy chuckled as she pressed some kisses to Ona's face.

''You don't know that''.

''Is it?''. Lucy chuckled against Ona.

''Could be''. Ona groaned as Lucy kissed her neck.

Lucy pulled back and made herself comfortable on her side next to Ona, one arm under Ona's neck and one draped over her. After lazily placing a few more kisses on the bare skin of the woman who was only in her panties, unlike herself who was also wearing a sports bra, she whispered "goodnight bonita".

Ona snuggled further into her but couldn't ignore the way her skin tingled under Lucy's hand on her hip, she may have been tired but now that she could feel and smell Lucy, a fire had been lit inside her, a small fire perhaps, but heat was definitely there.

Just as Ona was about to do something, Lucy shifted and crossed her leg over one of hers and moved her hand from Ona's hip to her lower ribs, gently stroking the skin with her thumb.

A tiny groan escaped Lucy's throat when Ona intertwined her fingers with hers and brought her hand up to her chest.

"Ona," Lucy sighed sternly, even though her fingers found their way to Ona's nipple.

Ona turned her head so she could kiss Lucy into silence.

Never before had they made out with so little effort like this, but they were both very sleepy.

Lucy couldn't contain her urge to feel Ona on her fingers as Ona gently rocked back and forth against her leg.

Her hand travelled south between their bodies and Ona broke their slow kiss to lean her forhead against Lucy's.

Fingertips caressed the edge of the piece of cloth covering Ona and when she laid back on the bed on her back with her eyes closed, Lucy reached inside.

Lucy's two fingers were welcomed by a warm wetness, making her lips curl up into a lazy grin.

Ona mumbled Lucy's name quietly as the English defender gently shifted for a better reach.

The Catalans body melted into the mattress with Lucy's undemanding touches.

Sluggishly she traced her fingers up and down Ona's centre, coating them in her slick.

The shorter woman sighed a dull moan as she tried to tell Lucy what she needed.

''shh i got you'' Lucy whispered ''my sleepy girl'' and slowly pushed two digits passed Ona's entrance.

Lucy littered her with languorous kisses and soft praises as her plodding fingers kept working Ona.

As Ona's breathing became deeper she pulled Lucy closer for a peck on her lips, the soft kiss turned into a lazy and slow make-out again.

Ona stopped kissing and her breath caught in her throat as she felt Lucy gently stimulate her with her thumb.

Lucy grinned tiredly and continued as she buried her face in the Catalans neck.

The smaller woman closed her eyes again as her walls started clenching around Lucy's thick fingers "me voy .. " she cried out quietly ''a c-correr Luce''. (im gonna cum)

Lucy grunted as she kept her pace ''come for me baby'' she kissed her ''just let it go'' she purred as she felt Ona tense.

The Catalans hands found their way in to the sheets and she held on for the release she felt coming.

With a faint moan Ona came, the ball of sensation in her lower stomach exploded and the pleasant, familiar sensation travelled through her whole body, making her toes curl.

After Lucy had helped her through her high she slowly opened her eyes again.

Lucy smiled as she looked at her girlfriends face and saw her dazed expression, the flushed cheeks, the slightly parted and puffy lips and drowsy eyes, ''my perfect girl'' she cooed.

Ona didn't respond, the release had launched her into the clouds, she was sleepy and felt like she was floating. Her last energy had been used up by the orgasm.

With a few more soft kisses, Lucy got out of bed to clean Ona up and put a new pair of panties on her.

When that was all done she layed back in bed and pulled Ona against her in a spooning position.

''i love you'' she mumbled against Ona's bare shoulders ''sleep well''.

''mhmm'' Ona sighed happily ''i will''.

---------

the end, but not theirs :)

lemme know what u think about this one if you like :)

#woso smut #lucy bronze smut #woso fanfics #lucy bronze #lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze x ona batlle #woso #woso imagine #ona batlle smut #ona batlle

229 notes · View notes

icarusredwings · 2 months ago

Text

Getting deep into the x men fandom means seeing ships I don't agree with, so I don't interact, seeing posts that mischaraterizes one of the deepest charaters possible, so I don't interact, Seeing people actively say things that are blatantly wrong, so I don't interact.

Getting a large following is also kind of frustrating (Im not complaining I love you guys!) But I've had to block 2 people already today because they keep leaving rude replies to my comments on OTHER peoples posts or purposly come to my blog to tell me that how I view a charater is wrong. Had someone tell me that the stuff that happens in MY au is dumb because "that would never happen" like yeah bud. The writers at Marvel are too much of cowards for it to happen, hence why i'm here.

So my thing is... if im chosing not to interact with all of this- why is it still on my feed?

I feel like the more I ignore it the more I see and I do not wish to be the type to block someone simply because they make one post about a ship that personally isn't my cup of tea.

Also- I think Im starting to see the different sides of extremes, especially when it comes to one specifc charater.

Logan.

I have seen dozens of lovely stories, lovely rants, lovely head canons about this man-

But something that feels weird (to me at least) is people who are 45+ yelling at people who aren't even 18 that their story/headcanons are trash because they've "been enjoying Logan for 40+ years" as if this gives them any right to tell a 17 year old that they shouldnt write a charater how they see them.

It's also weird to me that there seems to be two sides.

Logan IS an animal and that's perfectly okay.

Logan ISN'T an animal, and everyone who headcanons him as animalistic is fetishizing his mutation and are insulting him.

I get not liking a certain trope, but sir, that person is young enough to be your child. You have to accept that we all grew up with different versions of each charater. I Personally didn't grow up with any and get the luxury of indulging in all sorts of media all at once- therefore getting to see him from multiple sides and pictures.

I completely understand if you grew up with the original series and are upset to see that kids are headcanoning your stone cold angst biker man as wearing bow clips and 'making biscuits' on a pillow while watching gilmore girl with his boyfriend, and wearing pink fluffy hello kitty pants and a tight shirt that says "Milk"

I completely understand if you grew up with the movies and see him as a sexy gruff hot buff man and you love to write lots and lots of steamy x reader about him.

I completely understand if you LIKE logan wearing hello kitty pants and don't agree with the idea of him being a dark edgelord, lone wolf charater.

Do you know what I don't understand? Fighting over a charater when different timelines have been canon since the 80s. The Time Variance Authority (TVA) first appeared in Thor #372 (October 1986) which means ALL of your logans are the correct logan. Just not all the same.

Do I think Wolverine Orgins Logan would wear pink hello kitty pants? Nah.

Do I know that Deadpool and wolverine Logan is a whole different universe then Orgins Logan? Yes.

That's why people tag different logans and different aus. So what is all the fuss about?? What happened to the more the merrier?

Theres so many different versions of comic book logan, too, so don't even go there.

Feel free to ask my personal opinions but as far as I stand I could never be foolish enough to seriously go into someone elses post and genuinely be upset at them for how they perceive a charater. I get second hand embaressment when ever I see ANYONE doing it.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk. I don't care if I lose followers for this. Let the door hit you on the way out. There aint no reason to be harrassing folks.

186 notes · View notes

mochamadeleines · 2 months ago

Text

Sins, Two Through Four <3

Javi doesnt do good girls. Literally and figuratively.

Theyre nice, sure. Honeyed voices and beautiful eyes. But theyre just not for him. He prefers to stick with what he knows best. Messy, broken, women who are looking to distract themselves with him and his body. Sharp eyes topped with heavy eyeliner and eyeshadow. Women who know what to do with him.

Hes been soiled by the world, therefore belongs with others whove met the same fate. But, hes okay with that. (3.3k words)

tags!! 18+ javier peña x reader ! one shot! inoccent reader i guess?, no set era just vaguely somewhere in the late 80s early 90s :p, since its like entirely from his perspective hes only referred to as Javi and not javier sorry if that bothers u </3, corruption, religious allegories, steve and connie r there for five seconds, dubious I suppose cuz they be drinking, smut but its not like Good and its also there for about five second lolol.., p in v sex, blow jobs, rough sex, lots of depressing internal dialogue for javi Uhhhhhh, Sus thoughts abt causing harm to u I GUESS?? Toxic javi of course lol. kinda bad boy x good girl concept here but he wants to make u WORSE. mannn idk, some dom/sub dynamics if u squinttt

authors notes!! hi! Ok my first Javi fic LOOOOL been binging narcos and i had to take a break from my joel fic in the works to write this shit. I SPENT THE ENTIRE DAY PUMPING THIS OUT AHHHHH Beinf as that ive been working on it For One whole day it may not b my best work but i still had fun!! i kinda like the religious allegories Uhh IM NOT RELIGIOUS OR SCHOLARYLY OR ANYTHING so take whatever i reference with a grain of artsy salt.. enjoy!!!!

Javi doesnt do good girls. Literally and figuratively.

Hes been soiled by the world, therefore belongs with others whove met the same fate. But, hes okay with that.

That brings him to now, at this crowded bar with Steve, later Connie. And you, he guesses. Hes never met you but hes heard of you. Tonight youre tagging along so thats that.

Anyways, Steve is updating him on his daughter and something else about enrolling her in private school but New York City is wildly expensive. Javis caught the eye of a pretty brunette further away from the bar hes sitting at. Shes in a black miniskirt begging to get taken off.

“Stop eye-fuckin’ her, Im talkin’ to you.”

“Relax, Im listening.” Javi takes another drag from his cigarette, tapping away the ash into a tray.”Youre a hard worker, Im sure you can find a way to move up and earn a little more for Olivias private schooling.”

Steve sighs, nursing his beer as he thinks. “Maybe. Just dont wanna be away from her more than i have to be.”

“Mm.”

The brunette beckons him over, and Javi is already sliding off the stool to meet her. “Ill be r-”

“Steve!”

Connie is here, and so is her-

Friend?

Youre wearing a baby blue slip with sheer white tights and a thin, white cardigan. Youre pretty. Its only when you introduce yourself and he meets your eyes that hes sure. Youre good. And he doesnt do good. Youre not his type, Javi decides. Lame.

He moves down a seat so you can sit next to Connie whos also next to Steve, and you seem nervous. He gets the feeling you dont come out to places like this a lot. Its too.. Grungy. People smoke inside and get crazy drunk and dance. Probably not your speed. Youre easy to read.

Steve, “Remind me again how you know each other?”

“From work! Shes a nurse.” Connie smiles at Steve first, and then to you. A nurse, of course. Because youre good and its practically oozing off of you. Maybe hes wrong. He hopes hes wrong. Only because youre so pretty, with pretty pink blush and lipgloss.

You now, “I work in pediatrics.”

You work with children? Jesus christ.

You help people- help your community and take care of children. Javi had to watch children die, over and over, all too complicit each time it happens. No, youre not his type. Hes not into angels. Javi is far from holy and isnt about to desecrate you.

Then there's this feeling that starts to stir in his gut. An ugly feeling that wants to scratch through flesh and bone to get out. He takes the final drag of his cigarette before smushing it into the ashtray. Why do you bother him so much? Maybe its because upon your arrival that pretty brunette he was eyeing disappeared. A real shame.

But youre here, and your breasts are softly spilling over the neckline of your dress, and while the length is enough to cover your ass when youre standing, the way it looks while youre sitting is a whole different story. Youre good eye candy. Glass half full thinking.

He clears his throat. “How long-”

The bartender interrupts with a pearly smile. Hes asking if you want anything and hes obviously into you. Annoyingly so.

While youre ordering, Steve and Connie walk away to dance, and Connie stops by Javi, dipping her head to his ear. “Please, please dont fuck my friend.”

Ironic.

“Dont worry,” He leans his elbow on the counter, finishing the rest of his whiskey. “Shes not my type. Go have fun.”

You order three shots of vodka and apple juice. Its a little cute the way you hold your nose while you down each shot and chase it with some juice. Javis on his next glass of whiskey, watching how some of your drink rolls down your collar bone and into the valley of your breasts.

The sight of you is downright sinful. Its not fair.

“You need another shot or are you good now?”

Youre laughing, batting your hand dismissively. “No, No. Im good. I hate alcohol so I wanted to get this part over with and loosen up a little.”

“You dont have to drink it if you dont want to.”

“I like being drunk, just not drinking.”

“Fair enough.”

You fold your hands in your lap, and spin your seat side to side. “You were asking me something earlier?”

“How long have you been a nurse?”

“Three years now. I was working at a different hospital until recently. Thats how I met Connie.”

“Ah.”

“And you? What do you do?”

Javi lets the silence linger a bit. Fuck it. “Uh, CIA- but im retired now.”

“Oh- Yes! Right! Connie- She told me. Im sorry, you probably dont wanna talk about it.”

This is what makes his gums start itching. Most women- who are just as tragic as him- just bat their lashes and tell him its sexy he works for the government.

But you- Youre good. So you actually care about how hes feeling, and arent just trying to fuck him. Maybe that could change?- Ugh- No- no. Just no. Youll be ruined. Youd get dirty and thatd weigh him down like everything else does. Plus, Connie told him not to.

“Um. Have you done anything fun recently? Aside from all that?” Cute how you try to change the subject to spare his feelings.

Javi breaks open a new pack of cigarettes, slipping one out and putting it between his lips, then flicks his lighter on. Once, twice. A fifth time. No dice. The fucking thing ran out fluid.

“Fuck,” He grumbles.

“Ah! Hold on!”

An eyebrow is raised.

You dig through your purse, and pull out a disposable lighter. You thumb the sparkwheel a couple times to get the flame going.

“Do you mind?”

Javi hums no and leans forward. You do too, cupping your hand over the flame in case it goes out. It lights, and he gets a good drag in.

“Thank you.”

“Youre welcome.” And youre smiling again and Javi wants to shake you around and see where youre hiding your halo. Hes good at getting information out of people. He could get you to confess.

“Any reason you carry around a lighter?”

“Uhh. For medicinal purposes.”

“Cheeky.”

You spin in your chair once, all the way around then wobble when you stop. Javi shoots his arm out to grab yours and keep you steady.

“Careful.”

“Thanks.” A short breath. “Still think I need another shot?”

Javi smirks. “Oh, definitely.”

And youre ordering two shots. Bold.

“To answer your question, I havent done any fun things, no- Oh actually, you know what? I went to the art museum the other day.”

“The MET?”

“Mhm.”

“I went there a few months ago! Its beautiful isnt it? Do you have a favorite exhibit?”

“Probably European sculptures. The ones under the skylights were my favorite.”

“Yeah, those are beautiful.” You look off, dreamy.

Youre a childrens nurse, youre bad at drinking, you like art, and Javier feels sick just sitting next to you. Theres so much ugly out there, hes sure youre aware, and yet youre as bright as ever infront of him. Youd probably fit right in with The Triumph of the Church.

Theres only one word that can describe that ugly feeling swirling in him.

Envy. He wishes he could be as untouchable as you feel right now.

Theres a push and pull. He wants to taste your lips and roll up your dress and roughen you up, but he cant- he shouldnt. You dont deserve to get felt up by someone so unclean.

And yet,

Your beautiful smile, one that always reaches your eyes, and your precious laugh, and the way youve been nervously playing with your hands this entire time makes him want to break you. To rip those wings out and keep you from flying.

Javi really is devilish.

“Okay, shot time!” You push one of the glasses towards him.

“Im not taking a shot,” He takes another puff from the cigarette, then lets it rest on the ashtray.

“C’mon, Javier! Pleeeeeaaaase?”

“Javi.” He emphasizes.

“Okay.” You nod, “Javi, please?”

“Fine.”

Alright, alright. It didnt take much, but to be fair ‘please’ and ‘Javi’ just sound so good together when you say it.

Clink!

You count to three, and together you take the shot. Javi only grimaces at the taste and youre scrambling for the juice after letting go of your nose. Youre so damn messy about it too. Javi gets the bartender to get some napkins.

“I think I'm done,” You cough.

“I think youre done too.” He smiles, “Do you normally spill your drinks on yourself?”

You patiently hold still while Javi wipes down your mouth, then your chin, then your collarbone, careful to not get too close to your chest. He eyes the dainty necklace that carries your first name initial.

“Noooo, it all just happens so fast, you know? Oh! And thank you for cleaning me up.” Youre smacking your lips together, “Ah shit, my gloss.”

“Yeah, looks like you ate it all in the chaos.” He glances over at the four shot glasses, all stained.

You groan after digging through your purse. “Fuck, I left my compact at home.”

“Being a girl seems hard.”

“It is.” You sigh, albeit dramatic. “Ill be back.”

You slide off the stool and almost eat shit actually. At least Javi is there to catch you. Again. This might be a recurring theme tonight considering how many drinks you had. Must be a lightweight.

“Im sorry- Fuck, Im so sorry,” Youre laughing again, and it gets a laugh out of him too. Back on the stool you go.

“If you fall again Im not gonna catch you.”

“Thats okay, I wouldnt catch me either.”

Javi thinks for a moment, curious.

“I could, yknow, put the gloss on you. If you want.”

“Really? Youd do that?”

Your eyes are big and bright, lashes accentuated by your mascara. The way you look at him makes him feel oddly special. Its not sultry, or wanting. You have this natural allure to you. Angelic. That alone makes him want to touch you again. To yank you down from the clouds.

“Yeah, gimmie the gloss.”

You put it in his palm and lean towards him. Javi messes with the applicator, listening to the squish of product inside the tube. Seems easy enough.

Javi situates himself more comfortably in the chair, then holds your chin as he applies it. Youre well behaved the entire time, like he expected, except for the fact that you lost your balance again and gripped onto his thigh to keep you from falling. He clears his throat. There are blaring alarms in his head telling him to put distance between you both.

“Sorry.”

“Its alright. I dont mind.”

You swallow nervously. Any angel would be nervous if they were this close to an agent of hell. Get it? Agent?

Javi tucks away the fly aways first. The applicator swipes across your bottom lip, and hes squinting at the little sparkles in the gloss. Its a nice touch. His thumb rubs away any excess to keep it neat.

“Good job for not falling again.”

“I had some help.” And youre both grinning now.

“Mkay, all done.”

You smack your lips, nodding. “Thank you.”

This is the moment where Javi should let you go. He should excuse himself and find someone who isnt you, someone whos filthy just like him, and have them instead.

You tilt your head in his palm, letting him cradle your face.

But youre so pretty, and youre so sweet, and youre right there.

That feeling from earlier is bubbling up again, the need to ruin you. You might look prettier covered in bite marks and sweat, with your hair messed up and your recently applied gloss all gone. Again.

He shouldnt.

But then again, what are sinners even good for if not this? Converting others and carrying on the missions of the Devil himself, you know, the works. Fuck, its not like he wasnt doing it anyways. Shout out to the government.

Javi observes you, trying to make a decision. “Hey,”

“Hiii.”

“Can I take you home?”

Its was easy, and you were so well behaved about it too. You did a little nervous yapping on the way to his apartment but it was cute. He learned you had a pet cat, and he tells you about the dog he grew up with. You talk about the shitty weather recently and Javi tells you he got rained on and slipped going up the stairs. It settles your nerves. Good. His phone keeps ringing in the glove compartment, but he just tells you to ignore it. Steve no doubt.

He makes sure to hold your hand on the way up to his apartment, giving it a squeeze before he lets go to open the door.

Javi’s heart never usually pounds this hard bringing any woman to his place, and its downright sinnister how excited he is.

When the door closes, you both leave your shoes at the door.

“Want anything? I dont have any apple juice but I can give you orange juice? Water if you want that instead?”

“Orange juice sounds good.”

You begin to linger about his living room. Youre probably getting a feel for how impersonal it all is. Plain. His room is a bit more interesting, at least.

Javi hands you the glass and shucks off his leather jacket, draping it over one of the kitchen chairs.

The first time he kisses you, is while walking through to the entrance of his bedroom. One hand gripping your hip and the other cradling the back of your head. He swallows ever whimper, every sigh, every squeak until the back of his knees hit the edge of the mattress. Javi pulls away, watching the string of spit snap and cling to your bottom lip.

“Are you good at following directions?”

“Yes-Yes. I am.” You choke out.

Now sat on the bed, “Great. On your knees then.”

Tonight, youre going to pray. Youre going to sing.

You hesitate to get down, but do it with no complaints. Javi stretches over to the bedside table, grabbing a spare pack of cigarettes and lighter.

Your eyes are on him, patiently waiting for another command.

He continues to smoke at a leisurely pace, petting your head and caressing the apples of your cheeks. Youre leaning into his hand affectionately again.

Youre hit with some of the excess smoke he breathes out, coughing a bit.

“Javi-”

“No more talking. Understand?”

A beat passes, and you nod again, only shuffling forward to rest your head on the inside of his thigh. Javi taps away the ash.

“Good girl.”

You stay down there for a little while, only squirming and wiggling to relieve the soreness settling into your knees. You dont talk, you dont whine, you dont go grabbing at him. You stay put because he didnt tell you to do anything else. Youre good. Angels are loyal to a fault.

When you do get a command, youre perking up like a dog. Cute. Javis telling you to take his cock out.

You go for it, and he tuts at you. “Do it slow.”

And so, youre doing it slowly now, pulling out the leather from under the buckle, opening it up and then popping open the button to his jeans. Your lips press into a thin line, looking up at him for reassurance.

“Go on.”

His zipper is pulled down at a snails pace, and your eyes widen at the lack of underwear. No surprise there. Javi sighs when you take him your hand.

He lets you feel him up curiously, your thumb wisping over his flushed tip, smearing along the white beads gathering there.

“Put it in your mouth.”

You stiffen, unsure. Javis reminded that youre good and you probably dont do this kind of thing a lot.

“Its not hard, nena. Promise. Want me to teach you?”

Youre nodding now, more eagerly.

“Start by kissing it.”

Tentatively, you kiss starting from the bottom up- That much you know how to do- So its a good start. He sighs out the last bit of smoke and stretches over to the bedside again to put out the cigarette.

After kissing, youre licking, and after licking, youre finally trying to swallow him. He groans, holding the back of your head and coaxing you to take more.

You gag, backing out to catch your breath then taking him in again.

“Jus’ like that- Fuck-”

And somehow the slight inexperience gives you the upperhand. You want to be good for him, and your clumsy hands are doing as much as they can to make up for your lack of deep-throating capabilities.

Its when you suck harshly on the head that he hunches forward with a gasp. “Yeah-Yes.”

You do it again, and again, and hes so fucking close now but he stops you. Not yet.

“You did good.” Javi reassures you. “Get up.”

You wobble up onto your feet and hes pulling you into a kiss, hands exploring you all over with urgency. He needs it now, to do what he wanted to do at the bar when he first started talking to you. He needs to drag you down with him.

Javi pulls your cardigan off, and then your dress, and as more layers of your clothing come off the more he cant wait. Youre moaning under his tongue, only squirming when he nips at the flesh of your torso, leaving a trail of blossoming bruises in his wake. He tells you to lay down and you follow accordingly.

Javi kisses up your stomach, and the junction between your neck and shoulder. You almost speak, almost. And it has his dick harder than he thought it could get. Youre still obeying. Fucking incredible.

He pulls your hips forward, making you whimper. A finger traces through your folds, and he practically gushes with pride just feeling what hes done to you so far. He hasnt even gotten to the best part.

“Talk to me,”

Youre babbling now, “K-Keep touching me- Dont stop. Please, Javi.” There it is again. ‘Please’ and ‘Javi’. He cant say no to someone whos been so reverent thus far.

He rewards you by tracing soft circles around your clit, watching the way your abdomen flexes at the pressure. The combination of nervousness and arousal has your thighs quaking around his forearm. You give in so easy.

Javi tells you to lay on your stomach, Then, hes pressing kisses up your spine to soothe you. To sedate you.

You practically crumble when his cock reaches all the way inside you. This is it. Hes going to rip those obnoxious fucking wings out of your back.

“Javi,” You wheeze, clawing at the sheets. His hand sits on the nape of your neck to keep you pinned down. Javi grunts, doubling forward over your back. Its almost like hes punishing your guts just because youre you.

He grabs your wrists instead, pulling them behind your back and anchoring himself with one hand. The other curls into your hair, yanking your head up from the pillow you covered in drool.

You sob, trembling when Javi buries himself to the hilt. Hes panting over your neck like a dog, licking and nipping there like one too.

“Thank you,” You sniffle, twisting your neck to get a glimpse of him. Your mascaras running down your face. Humble, even in the face of your own sacrilege.

Javi shushes you with a sloppy kiss. Hell only accept your thanks when hes finally run you dry.

Tonight is the night you fell from grace. All because of him.

#javier peña #narcos #pedro pascal #mocha writes #javier pena x reader #narcos fanfiction #smut #javier x reader #javier pena x you #oneshot #tired of over analyzing this so im just posting SIGHHSHSSS

136 notes · View notes

ghosts-to-reid · 2 months ago

Text

Neo-Gothic Finale

Summary: The team finnaly have a lead after fruitless efforts. Now, you must face your own generational curses to confront the real monster at hand.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Gory descriptions, Alusions to SA but it is inncorect, CM violence, bodily harm, murder descriptions.

A/N: Im so sorry for how late this is!

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5/Masterlist

“I am an insect who dreamt he was a man and loved it. But now the dream is over... and the insect is awake.”

Read A sticky note left on the windshield of your car, the car that was parked outside of Spencer’s apartment. Hotch had assigned officers to stand guard over Spencer and Your apartments, but somehow, someway, the stalker had found out where you were.

With a pale face, you had handed the note over to Spencer, who first eyed it curiously, the mirrored your dread. Meeting your gaze, flashes of worry flickered between you both before Spencer quickly ushered you into the passenger seat and sped off towards the BAU.

Once there, the team gathered to regroup, to process this new information. The unsub had your location somehow, and was aware that you were staying with Spencer. The extent of his knowledge on your relationship wasn’t known however, but it made the pair of you more alert.

“Why do I recognise this quote?” Derek asked quizzically, eyeing the note that Garcia had scanned onto her tablet, enlarging it to better analyse.

“It’s from The Fly, The 80’s version.” You replied, arms folded “It’s my favourite movie, has been since I was a kid.”

“So the Unsub has that much knowledge on you, that we know. But it’s a derision from his MO, he has been focusing on older texts, why skip decades to horror?” JJ wondered aloud from her seat, her head cocked sidewards as she reread the note once more

“It’s my two areas of expertise, I’ve had a few articles published about horror between the 60s to now. They come up if you google me, he probably realised and wanted to try a different mode of action.” Glancing to Spencer unconsciously, you seek reassurance from your boyfriend. It seemed a juvenile term for your bond, yet you were happy that he was yours. There had been no time to tell the team of course, with the stress of being discovered. Once your eyes meet, you feel brave enough to continue “I wrote a paper recently about body horror and used it as my main point of reference.”

“Ok, so the unsub is up to date with your work. Why this quote in particular?” Rossi asked. The team thought silently for a moment, Spencer met your eyes once more, a silent question. He knows why they chose this particular line from the film, but he wanted to know if the team were ready to. Blinking back for a moment, you take a small breath before nodding. He smiles before clearing his throat

“I think I know why the unsub chose this particular phrasing. You see, at this point in the film Brundle, the scientist, has gotten so far into his transformation into a fly, that he believes he won’t be able to control his animalistic instincts. He is telling Veronica that she needs to leave him because he is afraid of hurting her when he completes his transformation.” The team nods along as he speaks,he has stood by now and is walking closer to the screen “He refers to himself as an insect, so in this context he believes himself as monstrous. His fantasy has been fractured, Y/N made him feel like a man somehow, but seeing her in a relationship with someone else has fractured that fantasy in his mind. He believes he was performing these murders out of love, but now that he has seen it was fruitless, he’s escalating to something he feels will grab her attention more. It’s almost warning us that he’s going to strike again, maybe even lash out at Y/N…” He finishes. The team seemed to all be in agreement with Spencer’s deduction, until one by one the realisation dawned on them.

“Wait… Who are you in a relationship with?” Garcia gasped, her attention now focused on solely you. There were a cacophony of different questions barraging you at once-

“You have a boyfriend?”

“How long have you been seeing someone?”

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

Spencer, seeing your flustered state, silently made his way to stand behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder, which you take, as a silent admittance to the team. Looking around, Spencer lends a bashful smile to everyone. Garcia nearly burst with joy, forgetting the situation that you were currently in, she bounced over with a million questions. Everyone seemed to share in ehr delight, all until Hotch cleared his throat sternly

“Whilst I’m very happy for the two of you, we need to refocus our attention. Garcia, has there been any luck with contacting the uncle from Alaska?”

“No sir”

“Have local authorities try to contact him. Dave and I will be interviewing Doctor Purcell, JJ you and Emily will be interviewing Doctor Bell. Garcia I want tracking on the uncle at all times, since we haven’t been able to contact him he may be our best suspect right now. Do some digging into Quarles past, if anything sketchy comes up contact me immediately.” He pauses for a moment, eyeing Spencer and you. “I think it’s best that Y/N stays here for now, Spencer. I need you to do a geological profile with the evidence we have.”

Just like that, everyone was off to complete their assigned tasks, leaving you by yourself, thinking through the events that have transpired so far. Becoming a victim, becoming prey, was never a feeling you’d ever thought you would experience again. It was as if you were a lamb being set up for slaughter, a sacrifice for a madman's desire.

The day seemed stagnant, leaving many thoughts to travel through your mind. It was Mid-day when the team rejoined you in the briefing room, with more unfavourable news.

“A new body has been found.” Hotch spoke with a stern voice, Spencer sat beside you, hand snaking into yours for comfort, for him or you- you didn’t know. When Hotch spoke, you felt your stomach drop. New, gory, pictures of a crime scene were now displayed on the screen.

A young girl, hanging from a tree, with her entrails hanging down. Exactly like Casey Becker in the opening scene of the first Scream movie. Your jaw dropped looking at that poor girl, the evidence of her terror had frozen to her features, now wringing and warping any innocence she may have had left. All you could do was stare at her, eyes unmoving from the image. Studying the blood that adorned her skin, how pale she looked now. The team began talking around you, but it all sounded so far away. The girl on the screen had evoked something within you, something you couldn’t place. It was overwhelming. Standing suddenly, you excused yourself from the briefing room, fleeing into the women's restroom.

Steadying yourself on the sink, you took a shaky breath. Staring at your own reflection, you tried to compose yourself from whatever feelings were now burning through you.

You had simply had enough.

Always the victim, always the centre of some sort of destruction. The sympathetic heroine who is pitied for her past. Since your parents, since the start of this case… It angered you now.

Even more so after Texas, after Tyler. After that poor, poor girl. A new resolve had begun to bubble forth within you, a resolve that sought out justice. No one else was going to get hurt because of you; this stopped now.

No longer will you fit into the archetype that this stalker had forced you into, you were going to break free. It seemed silly to you now, that your resolve had come forth now in all of this disaster, but it would need to happen sooner rather than later. Agency in women was a big part of what attracted you to the genre in the first place, it was time you took your own.

The bathroom door opened behind you, the reflection before you showed Emily. She gingerly made her way over to you, placing a hand on the small of your back

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah I'm just…” You took a deep breath. “We need to catch this guy. I’m not going to let him hurt anyone else.” Whilst speaking you had straightened your posture, turning to the brunette beside you.

“And we will-”

“No, Emily. We are going to stop this, I’m not going to let anyone else around me get hurt. Whoever this is, they want me to be their perfect gothic heroine, their Isabella, their Adeliza, Their Mina Harker, but I won't. If he wants a tragic heroine, he has to look somewhere else because he won’t be finding it here. Not anymore.”

Emily seemed taken back at your sudden vigour, but was quick to smile at you.

“Then let’s get back into the briefing room, we’ll see what Hotch can give you to help.”

After a few hours, all the interviews that needed to be conducted were over.

Doctor Purcell was cleared, quickly enough. He had an airtight alibi, and furthermore, he seemed to only want the best for you. He was a brilliant lecturer, he often went above and beyond, which is what led the team's suspicion in the first place. However, he was just a little bit eccentric, but no real threat after all.

Doctor Bell, though affronted by the accusation, was cooperative. He answered questions without any problem, and was in and out of the interrogation within 20 minutes. It was kind of puzzling to agents why he was brought in in the first place, he was simply a professional.

Your Uncle, however, had quickly become the team's main focus. Hewas unreachable, the officers sent to his address had reported back that there was no evidence that he had been there for weeks.

Your blood ran cold, It had to be him. As if anchoring you, Spencer’s hand found yours, intertwining your fingers, and pulling you in. He held you close to his chest as you processed. Frozen for a moment in the revelation, you did not reciprocate his hold immediately. Spencer pulls away gently, and smooths out your hair gently before turning to Hotch.

“What now?” Spencer asked, arm snaking around your waist protectively.

“Y/N, What do you know about your Uncle Kirk?” Rossi caught your attention from beside you, pursing your lips a moment, you thought back to the times you had met him.

“I’ve only met him three, maybe four times? And they were years ago.” You replied

“What can you tell us about these meetings?” Rossi continued “Was there anything significant that stood out for you? Anything odd?”

Thinking as hard as you could, your memory failed you.

“There's, like, brief glimpses. I can’t seem to fully grasp onto anything.” Looking over to the older man, he pondered for a moment.

“Hotch, I think we should try a cognitive, Y/N, are you okay with that?” He spoke kindly to you, glancing at Spencer who only squeezed your side in comfort, you agreed.

There, you were now sitting, with Spencer before you, In Hotch’s office. The two older men observed from the far side of the room as Spencer explained how a cognitive interview works.

“I’m going to walk you through meeting your uncle ok? We’ll take it slow, and stop if you need to.” He rubbed your knee lightly, taking a moment to breathe you finally nodded

“Ok. I'm ready.” You spoke meagerly.

“Close your eyes. Sit back. Now, Where are you? What do the walls look like? How does the floor feel?” Spencer begins to walk you through, gentle prompts falling from his lips as you slowly begin to recall any memory you could.

“I’m in my parents living room.” Your voice was weak “It was before they redecorated… The walls are still yellow.”

“How old are you, Y/N?”

“I’m Seven… I can hear someone talking” Involuntarily, your brows knitted together in concentration

“Can you focus on their conversation?” He asked gently

“My parents are greeting someone, they seem happy. It’s my uncle, Kirk. I recognise him from a picture my mum kept, he worked so far away so we never saw him. Our family is very… Hermetic.”

The men in the room scoffed amused at your comment, the trait was clear in your family. Your parents raised you on an isolated property, your uncle had moved himself to Alaska, and you had moved states and made no new connections since.

“He’s coming over to me, he’s smiling.” You continued “He hands me a present…

As you took the gift from the man before you, your eyes moved to your parents, seeking permission to open the gift. Smiling, they encourage you, expecting a book, or a set of pens. Yet, when you excitedly rip off the yellow polka dot wrapping paper, you reveal a small stack of old VHS tapes including The Fly, Poltergeist, and Killer Klowns from Outer space. Though you were still eager to receive any sort of present, hugging your uncle tight, your parents didn’t seem so amused.

“What the hell Kirk, she’s Seven!” Your father let out an exasperated sigh, your mother looked aghast

“She’s far too young to watch that, KK!” Your mother shrieked, arms crossing in faint anger, your uncle Kirk simply let out a laugh

“Are you kidding? She’s going to love them! Come on, sis! We watched these for the first time when we were the same age, we’re okay!” He chuckled the entire time he spoke, kneeling in front of you once more “Wanna have a scary movie marathon with your weird uncle KK?” he smiled to you, making you giggle and nod eagerly

“I love scary stuff!” You shouted, eagerly leading him to the living room, where the pair of you sat watching the movies for hours.

Your parents protested, until, eventually your own mother couldn't resist the nostalgia, and joined in as soon as she saw a shirtless Jeff Goldblum

“Well, I’m going to have to make sure she isn’t too scared…” Was she reasoning? Eventually, your father relented too, Having become swayed by the three of your enthusiasms. He could hear the laughter and chatter all the way down to his workshop, and felt left out.

The night had become a classic horror movie night in no time, Your mother and uncle introducing you to every creature feature, or appropriate slashers that were more comical than scary. To your parents' surprise, you weren't scared. In fact, you were the opposite. Your uncle had been right, that you were like him. That night, though since long forgotten, You and your uncle had formed a close connection, a shared love for gore. It was a fond memory that had become fuzzy over the years, but was now brought fourth by Spencer. Without realising, you were smiling. Thinking back on your parents, it had never occurred to you how much of their influence had rubbed off on you. Your love for the macabre wasn’t individual to you, but was something that your uncle and mother had bonded over, and then later with you. Even if you remembered or not, this giant piece of you was forged by them.

“How was your uncle with you? Did he push any boundaries?” Worry laced Spencer’s voice as it cut through your vision. Shaking your head, you knew what he was alluding to

“No, he didn’t do anything weird… We just. Got on really well, actually. Whilst he was with us, we read together too… Dracula… And-And we would play games. I-” You cut yourself off as a new memory washed over you.

Now, you were a little older, maybe twelve or thirteen. Kirk had come to visit once more, and without realising, this was his last ever visit before your parents' deaths. The pair of you were sitting on the porch swing, drinking lemonade under the setting light of the sun. He was smiling as you droned on about school, and homework, other petty things that tweens complain about. When you noticed how one sided the conversation had become, you turned your attention to Kirk, confused.

“What?”

“I think I’ll call you Ronnie.” He smiled

Your eyes snapped open as the name escaped your lips.

“Ronnie…! You muttered once more, trying to place the name.

“The Fly!” Spencer gasped “Ronnie, she’s the main character. She’s the one who helps Brundel with his machines. She even stayed after his transformation.”

Hotch and Rossi share a pointed look “So why choose this name for Y/N? If his attraction isn’t obsessively romantic, what can it be?”

“It’s still what we thought, He’s just projecting female heroines onto Y/N, But we know the root now. The Fly. There’s something about that film that’s important to him.”

A knock came to the door, Garcia entering quickly

“Um, Hotch, we have a new note.” She spoke nervously, the team's eyes widened “It was delivered to the front desk this morning, before we were on full alert. I pulled the CCTV and its Quarles, but in disguise.” She quickly shoved the tablet to Hotch, who was central in the huddle that had formed around Garcia. Each of you gazed at the recording, watching your uncle, now older and much more raggedy looking, delivering an envelope to the front desk before quickly exiting. “I’m having Kevin track his movements through any CCTV cameras we can find through the city, this is time stamped just after the note was discovered on your car, Y/N.”

Staring at the paused image of your uncle, you felt your fists clench by your side. Knowing he was committing these crimes was one thing, but seeing him like this, targeting you, it brought out an entirely new rage within you.

“What now?” You rushed out

“Well, we’ve tracked him as far as an abandoned house on the edge of town.”

“Gather the team, we’re going to catch him now.” Hotch spoke sternly, as the group began to move briskly to their stations, Spencer held a hand in front of you

“You can’t be there for the takedown.” He spoke sternly and softly, feet planted before you and blocking your way. Shooting him an annoyed look you snap out a meagre ‘why’ as he sighs. “You aren’t an agent, love. You’re not fit for the field-”

“But it’s MY family, Spence!” You crossed your arms angrily, you were frustrated. It felt like you were a child again, frustration bubbling to the surface, that hopeless feeling clawing itself back into your chest. With tight lips, Spencer took another step towards you, he pulled you in close and rubbed your back.

“I know, love. I know. But I can’t risk putting you in danger either.” He mutters softly into you hair, you finally let out a frustrated sob, all your emotions matriculating into tears. Burying your face into his chest, you were sure you were going to soak his sweater, but his hold feld too nice to care. He grounded you like no one else had ever done before, as if was morphine in human form. He held you until you composed yourself, and pulled away from him on your own. Planting your feet, you held his cheeks in your hands, forcing him to look at you and only you.

“Promise me. Promise you’ll stop him, love.” You pleaded with him, voice almost a whisper. He gave you his puppy dog eyes

“Of course, love.” He leaned in and gave you a kiss, slow and soft. He pulled away before wishing you goodbye, before you made your way to Garcia’s office.

Listening to the team work was extraordinary. It impressed you how quick they were in planning, talking. Sitting there in stunned silence, you simply listened intently to the call playing through Penelope’s loud speaker.

The team had managed to breach the house, the silence that followed made your heart stutter with worry. It was eerie, you were blind to what was going on, when all of a sudden a loud bang of a door opening made you jump from your seat

“FBI! Put the weapon down!” Morgan order echoed through the room, Penelope and your eyes trained on the speakerphone.

“No! She needs to see!” Your uncle shouted, it had been years since you had heard his voice. Once a happy distant memory now made your blood run cold

“Who needs to see what, Kirk?” Spencer spoke, swallowing thickly, you were even more concerned knowing that Spencer was now with the man who had been targeting you.

“Ronnie! She needs to see all of the work I’ve put in! All of her favourites, they’ve come to life!”

“Do you mean Y/N?” Morgan barked

“No, Ronnie! I’ve always called ehr Ronnie! She always wanted to be like her, like all of the others! I’m the only one who can make that happen, I’m the only one who can save her!” Your uncle sounded erratic, you had never heard this side of him before. Garcia held your hand tightly.

“Save her from what, Kirk?” Spencer was calm, his voice portraying no emotion

“From the monsters! She’s not afraid, oh no, she’s too tough. But I-I have to stop them, they wont hurt her again!”

“What do you mean again, Kirk?”

“Stay back!” Your uncle screeched, it was too much for you now. Breaking from Penelope's hold you stood, pacing around the room with your bottom lip held tightly between your teeth. “Nothing like before will ever happen to her again!”

“Before… Her parents?” You heard Spencer ask, not seeing anything was killing you. How close was Spencer? Where were the rest of the team? What was going on on the other side of the phone?

“Yes! It… It was horrible!” There was a break in Kirk’s voice “They didn’t deserve that… She didn’t!” He screamed, clear anguish.

It had never occurred to you how the death of your parents might have affected Kirk, after all he was a rare sight. He and your mother were close growing up, but like your family's tendency for isolation, you had no funeral for them. There was no closure for Kirk, hell, you hadn’t even spoken to him after their deaths. It was left up to the police to notify him, and still, you never reached out. It seems as though it had caused far more damage than you had expected.

“She was alone!” Kirk sobbed “I didn’t protect her.”

It was not unclear who he was referring to now, you or your mother. Glancing at Garcia, you shared a confused look. Quickly, you moved to return to your seat. Without thinking, you unmute the speaker phone

“Let me speak to him” You ordered rather than asked. Garcia gasped whilst the line on the other side went silent, Communication invisible to you being had, till eventually you heard Spencer speak once more

“Do you want to talk to Y/N?” Spencer asked, his voice laced with sympathy for the man before him. You don’t hear a reply when a video call from Morgan pop’s up on Garcia’s screen. Moving to centre yourself in the frame, Garcia accepts as you prepare to, kind of, face your uncle.

It takes a moment for the feed to connect, but when it does, you can't help but feel your heart drop.

There your uncle was, the last remnant of your family, looking entirely changed.

Once a well groomed, mild mannered man, he had become wild. His hair was long and messy, and a beard that had clearly not been groomed for a long time. His clothes were tattered and filthy, and though you were only seeing him through a screen, you were sure he hadn’t bathed for a long time either. Despite everything, it broke your heart.

“Ronnie…” He quietly sobbed “I didn’t protect her!”

“It’s okay, Kirk. It’s not your fault-” You began to plead before he interrupted

“No, It isn’t! I was meant to protect her! But I can still save you!”

“I don’t need protecting, Kirk. What happened was a horrible terrible misfortune. And I'm sorry we didn’t mourn together. We should’ve come together as a family, but I pushed you away. I'm sorry, Uncle Kk…” Tears threatened to spill from you as your voice began to wobble. Kirk gasped, almost like he was in pain, when he heard his old nickname.

“But… But the monsters, Ronnie… They… They’re everywhere-”

“Maybe they are, Kk. But, do you remember why we loved horror? Why did we love The Fly? Or Dracula?” The man's weapon began to lower as he focused on your image on the phone, chin wobbling as he looked at you

“Because… Because we knew we could take them on… You never let them scare you, you were convinced you would survive a horror movie without making their mistakes” A small smile broke pout on his face as he gently lowered his weapon. Spencer quickly moved in whilst Kirk was distracted, taking the gun he was holding and placing handcuffs around his wrists.

“See? I can take them, Kirk. I’ll be okay, you don’t have to do this.”

The man simply kept his eyes on you, he didn’t reply except for a small smile. He was muttering quietly to himself “You’re so much like her… You look just like your mother…” Was all he said.

Eventually, Spencer saw him out, finally arresting him. The video feed cut, and now you were left with just Garcia. She looked at you, with soft eyes

“Are you okay?” She rolled her chair closer to yours. Looking at her from the now black screen, you couldn’t answer at first. Simply blinking at her for a minute

“Yeah, actually… I’m feeling pretty- Pretty amazing actually.” You smiled.

A weight was lifted off of your shoulders, of course. You were out of danger now, and free to live your life. But, there was a larger sense of pride within you. Helping catch someone so evil and deplorable, family or not, felt amazing.

It took hours for the paperwork to be done, after processing and writing up reports, the team didn’t manage to leave until around 12am. There was no longer anything stopping you from going home freely, yet you decided to wait for Spencer. Wanting nothing more than to just unwind with the man who you happily called your boyfriend.

Holding your hand, he led you to your car. Driving together in silence again, back to his apartment.

Ordering takeout, getting comfortable, and holding each other on the couch, all felt too blissful for you. It was far too perfect, but you didn’t care. Years of no attachments hadn’t served you well, if the last few weeks were anything to go by, so you decided to push aside any abject dread in favour of finally having your happy ending.

“So…” Spencer interrupted your thoughts “What are your thoughts on becoming a profiler now?” His voice was laced with curiosity that made you giggle. Feeling the rise and fall of his chest, the chuckle arising from your giggling fit, you shifted your head to look up to the man beside you.

“Fine, I’ll talk to Hotch about it tomorrow.”

The end...?

Tags: @pleasantwitchgarden @xamapolax@kchv@nymph0puppp

#spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds prompts #criminal minds #spencer reid angst #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid

76 notes · View notes

honey-milk-depresso · 11 months ago

Note

Batboys watching anime with reader

You know my ass went FULL ON LOCK MODE with Tim. I went crazy- 💀

***S/o is above 18, which means characters below are also aged up!

Doing requests until 1 Feb! Please see my pinned post and read the request rules on the navi! Thank you!🩷

Batbros watching anime with you

Dick Grayson

He’s watched a few 90s anime before, more the basic ones like One Piece and Pokémon, and he probably still watches them to this day. Boy has old CDs he has and you should probably try finding a Blue Ray (or use his if he can have Tim help fix it because it’s good as dead 💀) because he’s popping in every CD of old anime’s he have lying about.

“Wow, I didn’t know I had cowboy bebop! Or Slam Dunk!” He got a few rare gems, which makes it all the more fun to sit down on the couch under a blanket as you huddle and watch the nostalgic 90s anime shows together while eating popcorn.

He doesn’t mind watching new, modern day animes, just be prepared for when you two watch sad anime shows because he will sob like it’s the end of the world.

“NO, WHY WOULD KAORI DIE LIKE THIS?? AND SHE LOVES ARIMA- OH MY GOD IM SO—”sobs even more. He gets emotional while watching them because it’s so sad that it’s sO GOOD-

Loves dancing to those danceable anime music with you. He goes ALL. OUT. He even sings all of it in Japanese like wow-

I would love to hear him sing Cruel Angel’s Thesis in his Discowing suit and with goth makeup on it because it “sets the mood”, PLEASE-

Overall, great time watching with Dick. <3

Jason Todd

You expect someone like him to like Chainsaw Man, Trigun or something like those grunge-y, guns and knives animes, right? I mean, he does, but only with you and ONLY with you will he let his inner Magical Girl enthusiast ass shine. Because he LOVES Magical Girl animes. That’s probably the reason and one point of time why he wore red ribbons around his arms, he wanted that Sailor Moon experience and Tim might’ve just teased him about that era without knowing his love for Magical Girl animes and Jason might’ve flipped and freaked the fuck out and started chasing him down the manor.

Jason watches Sailor Moon, Madoka when he feels edgier than usual, Cardcaptor Sakura, every Precure series, Tokyo Mew Mew, man has all these shows somehow. He swears they weren’t through illegal means and he just worked very hard to gather all of them. He also might be a shoujo anime fan because if he loves Jane Austen books, you bet his ass would be reading Fruits Basket, Maid Sama or something because of course he would.

Also a Studio Ghibli fan, although watching the Tale of Princess Kaguya might make him feel too much, especially getting pissed off with the dad who forces his daughter into a wealthy life without her input and- yeah, you gotta calm him down as he cries bitterly and sourly with a pout on his face.

The two of you can go on and on about debating about unclear endings of animes all day long. You know the “AND SHE WAS A PRINCESS” video? That’s Jason.

Great man to watch anime with, and he’ll gladly be your Tuxedo Mask to your Sailor Moon (and not the “But you did nothing meme- or the other way around- he don’t mind being the Usagi-). <3

Tim Drake

I’m very convinced this man got into his whole detective shit because he watched Detective Conan and honestly I can’t blame him. Tim has probably the largest vessel of anime knowledge out of all of them. He doesn’t really have a specific genre he likes but he’s pretty fond of old 90s and 80s animes. He can explain the whole lore of One Piece, Fairytale, Pokémon like Jesus Tim, calm down- 💀

I can see him watching Neon Genesis Evangelion, Serial Experiments Lain or Key the Metal Doll because he likes that little bit of horror nature and mystery and thriller in his animes although he really doesn’t mind watching Haikyuu all over again if you want to.

Might introduce you to underrated and/or old animes like Revolutionary Girl Utena, Nadia the Secrets of Blue Water, every Studio Ghibli movie, those kinds of animes that give off the really pretty and aesthetic old anime animations that is just so pretty to watch and with really good storylines that both of you can cuddle on a couch together and watch. I bet he even watches anime with you even before you two got together, so you guys pretty much have “watching anime together” as part of the foundation of your relationship. Owns so much manga that you can’t even count, too.

Just… don’t make him watch those really slow burn, comedy love animes, specifically Love War. Not that he don’t like romance animes, he watches Ouran High School Host Club and Your Name, trust me, but Love War? He is going absolutely insane because of it.

“OH MY GOD- PLEASE JUST KISS ALREADY. ME AND S/O ARE ALREADY TOGETHER FIVE MONTHS AGO ANF YOU TWO ARE STILL TOO PROUD TO ADMIT YOU LOVE EACH OTHER WHILE BLUSHING- JUST KISS ALREADY-” <3

Damian Wayne

Damian likes anime. Would 100% go to an anime convention with you as a date if you’re up for it. He doesn’t mind (surprisingly- just for you only-).

He doesn’t necessarily like showmen animes although he has enjoyed a few, but he really loves slice of life, I feel. It just feels like he wants to put himself in a normal life and with a tad bit of drama in it like what the characters go through. The touching ones like Hyouka or Natsume’s Book of Friends.

Also animal related anime maybe except Beastars because he didn’t understand shit-?? He calls that peak anime. Aggretsuko, Chi’s Sweet Home and My Roommate is a Cat?? Damian loves this shit, he watches it intently with his arm around you. Even if he doesn’t smile, you know he loves it by the way his eyes sparkle.

Just don’t tell his brothers. He will seriously feel betrayed if you do so because he only watches these kinds of shows with you: the cute animal ones that are actually wholesome and/or funny.

The whole family is into Studio Ghibli, and he is no exception. He feels like it’s the best kinds of anime to watch with you when you guys just want to turn in for the day and huddle up on the couch. It’s one of the rare times he relaxes and softens and he’s glad to have quality time with you. <3

Duke Thomas

He likes anime! Studio Ghibli is definitely a favourite of his and he would gladly watch it together with you! He also love a fair bit of Shounen animes, the more popular ones like Jujutsu Kaisen, One Piece, Haikyuu, or Spy x Family. He likes them a lot!

A big fan of romance animes too: Ouran High School Host Club and The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya (if you two are in the mood to huddle on the couch together and cry).

Duke doesn’t mind any kind of anime so long as it doesn’t have too much horror or gore like… Higurashi. He gets chills when that anime is mentioned. D-Don’t watch it for your own sake if you don’t know. And if you do, avoid it with him at all cost because he will.

Duke also like singing some good anime songs with you and you guys can go crazy and dance around, just not as dramatic as Dick.

He would be super excited to spend a date with you watching shounen anime movies like from Jujutsu Kaisen and he would be so hype to spend time with you being a fanboy while also sharing that romantic air for the shared love of anime between you two and the love that you two share, although that love is far stronger. <3

Reblogs help! ^^

355 notes · View notes