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Some (late) holiday photos of the boye~!
#cats#holiday#OUGHH....... barely could even get these edited and posted... my mysterious sickness flare up has been sooo bad the past few#days.. I didn't even go to the usual obligatory family christmas I was supposed to attend (!!! health issue/medical mention in tags below)#My stomach issues basically put me in a constant state of uncontrollable shivering/body shaking + nausea + sometimes rapid heart#rate. and when it happens at night that makes it like.. nearly impossible to sleep when you're violently shaking + you can feel your heart#so strong + you keep having to run to the bathroom every 5 minute to cough and gag#and throw up and so on and so forth. etc. So I went like 40 hours without any sleep almost for christmas eve and all of christmas day#last night I finally got maybe 2 hours of sleep in between the nausea and shaking and stuff. and then today I was able to get a few#hours of sleep in the afternoon. Today I tried taking an anxiety mediciation a doctor gave me in case it was anxiety related (it's apparent#ly used to relax people and works in the moment. rather than like Anxiety Mediciation that you have to take for weeks to see any effect#because I think this isn't actually acting on your brain chemistry it's judt like..a mild sedative or something.) but all that did was make#me dizzy and sweaty lol. I;m glad I slept a little but I'm just still frustrated that I don't feel normal. I started having these#'episodes' (with the stomach issues + shaking + heartrate + nausea etc.) like at the end of october. And usually it will happen for like a#few hours at a time. or i'll lose sleep one day and then be fine the next. but this has been like nearly 3 days of feeling weird. so is#getting kind of annoying... It's funny too because I was so so productive like.. literally the few days before. I was feeling much better#and I was working on my game and blah blah. But then.. random issue flare up out of nowhere of course.. yaayy.... happy holidays to meee lo#I did at least see two random ducks outside of my window in the yard area for christmas. and havent seen them since. So it's like.. hrmm..#pacing around my room nauseous and shakings and etc. but at least... hello.. two little ducks placed there just for me :3c#Now I get anxiety every night which I'm sure doesn't help/could exacerbate whatever underlying genuinely physical issues exist. But after#like 2 nights of 'I spend the night sleepless and incredibly uncomfortable just sitting in the dark sick' then bedtime is like.. dread...#I even was trying slapping myself in the face in desperation to see if somehow that could shock my body out of whatever the hell it was#doing lol.. up at 3am holding ice cubes in my hand and hitting myself in the head and crying from exhaustion and thowing up.. literally#ridiculous cartoon character feeling... AAANYWAY!!! At least I have baby boy pictures. and I have lots of doctors appointments so hopefully#whatever the issue is can be sorted out at some point. I don't know much about ibs but hopefully maybe something like that that I could pos#ibly take medication for and not something more seirous or anything. Maybe there's a food I'm secretly intolerant to or whatever.#And I did at least post a sims holday video actually timed for the holidays so that's something. I havent been productive really latrely#though obviously.. I can't even play games or small tasks when in that state since I'm just SO physically uncomfortable. Nausea and heart#stuff are THE hardest physical sensations to ignore.. BUT yeah... hoping I shall sleep at all tonight. hopeing to get like 3 productive#things done.. at some point... at least SOMETHING... lol..... *** *** ***
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Hawkins, Indiana Chief of Police Nancy Wheeler arrives at work on November 7, 1983 to find single father Jonathan Byers in her office, reporting that his twelve-year-old daughter Joyce has vanished. The more Nancy looks into the disappearance, though, the clearer it becomes that there's much more going on in Hawkins than just one missing child... When Joyce Byers goes missing, it's obvious to twelve-year-old Karen Harrington and Jim (not Jimmy) Hopper that they're going to have to be the ones to find her. There's something in the woods, though, and Karen and Hopper are going to have to figure out how to work together if they're going to get Joyce back - and live to see thirteen. And seventeen-year-old Mike Harrington is helping Will Byers, Hawkins High's resident weirdo, search for his lost little sister when they both stumble across the stranger. She's got a shaved head, a number tattoo, and a gunshot wound. She's also got superpowers. Her name is Eleven. And she's here on a mission: rescue her own long-lost little sister, and burn the Hawkins National Lab to the ground.
You don't kick around Gravity Falls fandom for as long as I have and not start to wonder why the other big-fandom-on-campus-in-2016 show about plucky preteens and their associated teens and adults solving supernatural mysteries involving extradimensional portals in a small, rural American town (which uses Vera Lynn's 'We'll Meet Again' in connection with a mind-invading, body-controlling major antagonist) doesn't have the same kind of ageswap AUs. So!
Unfortunately, this fic is abandoned. There were too many big questions I still didn't have answers for in the back half of the plot, and my enthusiasm for the show has waned enough that trying to figure out how to answer them just wasn't happening. I really like what I have written so far, though, and wanted to share it. So here it is. The last four 'chapters' are going to be outlines of what might have been, including any odd scenes or dialogue exchanges I had written down.
This fic probably never would've gotten as far as it has if it weren't for the cheerleading of @gnomewithalaptop, so a great many thanks for that!
#this is mary's fic tag#stranger things#stranger things ageswap au tag#sure feels weird to get to use that tag on something that's actually going up for people to get to read it
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i made an oc thats at least nicknamed "Stupid" and im constantly thinking about what a power move that is tbh
#toy txt post#i miss it i should play w her more often but it was going to be for a dnd thing that ive all but abandonded bc i feel like#i cant. do that but it sucks bc i had some cool fun concepts and characters but it was hard enough back then when i was just insecure and#knew nothing about dnd and was intimidated by the mechanics but wanted to try dming for some reason but now i just straight up dont know#what to do but i really enjoy those characters. i should just unlock the secret channelsand scrap the dnd game idea for now and keep the#concepts and im sure i could come up w something if i ever actually learned anything about that shit#anyway. my point being. im obsessed w my character i made up and you should be too cos its good shit#toxic anarchist half dragon demigod with authority issues whos an alloaro clown named Stupid Cupid.#i think her pronouns were whatever but also it/she? when i say toxic i mean it did have a bit of a Clown Cult.#Cupid i think is possibly its given name and Stupid was her clown ass addition and yes i do know of the song and yes it is on its playlist#obsessed w all the stupid overpowered characters i made in that universe. they were such good concepts. gulliver obviously. charybdis#silas (cupids father + previous (now deceased) god of chaos)#cupids mother who i dont think i had a name for yet but she was supposed to be kind of a neutral lawful (in a rules lawyering way)#moon paladin who hatefucked the god of chaos after failing to kill him which she was trying to do out of devotion to the moon#and she supposed to have what i can only describe as chainsaw powers? and she destroyed every gun in existence and killed anyone who knew#how to make them until there were no guns left bc silas kept being annoying w guns and was trying to use them on the moon. for reasons#so she really pissed him off and impressed him before she finally got to him and tried to kill him. and if she was even a minor god instead#of a 'mortal' it wouldve worked and thats the only reason he didnt die from her. and then her child. stupid cupid the clown#grew up and had issues and started a clown cult and wandered around usurping warlords and dictators before putting her aim on silas#and trying to kill him. but failing not bc she was mortal but bc he outsmarted it. but he couldbt bring himself to kill it so he had her#put to sleep for a thousand yrs until someone else killed him(he pissed off a stupid seagull druid who lured him into the path of Charybdis#who he'd ALSO pissed off and Charybdis mega killed him and then the gull druid was made the new god of chaos just to have someone fill the#roll but then they kind of suck at it? they did not want that much responsibility altho the immortality is nice. when they took over they#released cupid whos a bit of a legend but then the vibes are super weird bc cupid Definitely wants to usurp and take on the mantle of#chaos deity and gulliver idolizes her but doesnt feel great about just handing that over to it? and cupid has to grapple with not being the#one to kill silas. almost everyone she knew is dead. her mom isnt. the world has changed a lot. she finds out her cult is still going and#gets excited? but they have Changed. it disgusts her now. they are not the radical clowns she intended. the vibes are weird. she denounces#that and tries out piracy. she manages to get the moon paladin living chainsaw power?#despite not being aligned w their ideology at all. wow nepotism. then it was going to spiral into some fucking meta galactic shit and have#well. ran out of tags. anyway i miss this character i should figure out what im doing w this universe cos theres no way im dming rn đ
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accidents pt. II | Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Summary: during a long case away, Spencer accidentally sees Reader's nudes on her phone and can't cope because he is a MESS for reader whoops pt.II The Reckoning /j, this is basically just 10k words of porn with feelings yikes
Warnings: SMUT MDNI, 18+ only, fem!reader, fluff, some angst (still Spencer feeling he isn't good enough đ), EMOTIONSSS, Spencer STILL loves you so much, he gets a hug, and so much more!, talk about sex, detailed asking for CONSENT (be safe people), sex (piv), some frottage, uhhh what else, dirty talk, some dom/sub understones (sub!Spencer ofc), little bit allusion to subspace, Spencer discovers so many kinks in this awww we're so proud of you bby (mentioned kinks: praise kink, squint of liking being embarrassed, tiiny bit of a voyeristic thing), also I made him a virgin whoops so virgin!Spencer, proofread but prolly not perfect lol. Tell me if I'm missing any tags I am so tired
(also, Spencer will be bisexual in all of my Spencer fics because I am not a coward like the writers were and I will honour Spencer the way he was intended to)
HERE you can read pt. I, I do recommend it to have context and all but do whatever you want lmao I'm not your mother anyway have fun being completely wrecked like I was while writing this!! also thanks so so MUCH for 400 followers and almost 2k likes on the first part, you guys are the best and I hope you enjoy this fic as a thanks!!<333
â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â
Spencerâs never sprung from his bed faster in his life before.
His heart is a jackhammer in his chest, chipping away at his ribs one bone splitter at a time because-
Itâs you. In front of his door. And Spencer is so hard it hurts but- he canât just-
âSpencer?â
He sucks in a haggard breath, hands reaching up and messing up his hair even more. His thoughts are everywhere and nowhere at once and he just needs to- needs just a moment to-
âUh, yeah, just a second!â, he calls back, voice scratchy and used from the- the moaning Jesus Christ because he was about to come with your mental image and he somehow, magically, managed to apparently conjure you up in front of his door with his pathetic pining and oh god-
He has to- ugh- has to wash his hands and make it go away and â
âOkay, Iâll justâŠchill with that weird plant here.â
An overwhelmed whimper slips past his lips and he just, stands there for at least another five seconds before something in his mind snaps back into place and he rushes to the small, adjacent bathroom of his room.
After he thoroughly washed his hands, his erection has flagged off enough so that itâs not the first thing greeting you when he opens the door and thank god for that.
And oh- seeing you after doing that actually knocks the wind out of his lungs because you are just so goddamn lovely it makes Spencer want to do stupid, stupid things like cry or kiss you or spontaneously combust into a million pieces.
For once, he does something okay-ishly sensible though.
âHi.â
You look at him, one eyebrow raised in amusement or scepticism, he doesnât know for sure. Your eyes hold mirthful sparkles in them when he finally manages to meet your gaze, so he settles for the former of the two options.
Youâre not wearing your work clothes anymore. Rather, you went for a cozy looking, oversized sweater and funkily patterned leggings. Your fashion sense outside of work always reminded Spencer of Penelopeâs.
âHi to yourselfâ, you chuckle, âCan I come in or are you too busy reading ten books at once?â
Spencer feels himself flush under your gentle teasing.
âOnly seven books. But, yes, of course you can come in.â
He turns out of the way, creating room for you to pass him into his room. As soon as you are inside, you donât hesitate to jump onto his bed and flop on your back with your arms spread wide.
Spencerâs breath hitches and he has to do some very extensive mental gymnastics to supress all the inappropriate thoughts from escaping the box he banished them into. Controlling his bodyâs response to seeing you in the same bed he was just jacking off in is⊠a different story. He pulls down the hem of his shirt as discreetly as possible, as he takes a seat next to you. Making sure that there is not too much distance between you two as to raise any suspicion and make it obvious heâs trying to get some distance between you, but also enough space so that he isnât enticed to do anything unwise. Like, reach out and feel your warmth underneath his fingers. Or the softness of your skin. Or anything else really.
The more seconds tick by in which neither of you say anything, the more nervous Spencer becomes. He starts fiddling around with his fingers, aborting more than one move to steal a glance at your face to see what youâre thinking.
âSpencerâ, you then finally say, voice kind of pout-y and if that didnât make Spencer whip his head around to face you, the next thing you say for sure does. âDo you hate me?â
âWha-â, he sputters your name, âNo- no! Of course, I donât- whe- why would you think that?â
You let out an exasperated groan, moving around until you are lying on your side, head propped up on your arm and frowning up at him. âBecause youâve been acting hella weird these last few days and you wonât tell me whyyyyâ, you drag out the last syllable, pout on your lips and Spencer has to look up at the ceiling or else heâs just going to confess everything without second thought and that will definitely not happen.
âI havenât been acting weird, really, I donât know what youâre talking about.â
You remain silent again and Spencer feels the judging glare you send his way without having to look at you. Yes, he has been acting weird, he knows that, but you can never ever know the reason why tha-
âIs it because you saw my nudes?â
Spencer almost breaks his neck with how fast he whips his head down to look at you again. A strangled noise escapes him without permission and what. What.
âBecause, that would actually explain so much, especially the way youâve been acting and really, thatâs probably on me because Iâve always been telling myself to put them behind a password block but I somehow always manage to forget that because apparently I have only one braincell left thatâs stuck spinning on the deep-fried version of Funky Town and well, I guess Iâm glad it was you that found them and not someone else and-â
âWhat? No, no, I didnât- What- thatâs not- what-â, Spencer cuts off your rambling with a horrified, screeched version of a protest because how- how could you have guessed whatâs going on with just one try? Is Spencer so- so absolutely besotted with you that heâs so obvious? Spencer is so very confused and overwhelmed with whatever the hell is going on, he kind of misses the slight twitching of your mouth.
âCome on, Spencer. I said itâs fine and basically my own fault. Uh- well, actually⊠sorry. Because, well, thatâs probably not very work-appropriate⊠I will pay for your therapy session, just send me the bill.â
Spencer thought heâd reached the limits of confusion seconds ago but apparently, he hadnât. What. What are you even saying?
âTherapy sessions?â
You just- ignore him.
âOh, also, please donât tell Hotch? Heâll be pissed, despite me literally just doing hot-girl shit, yâknow-â
Oh, Spencer cannot take it anymore.
He says your name and, âStop, please, please, just-â
You snap your mouth shut, pulling your lips between your teeth and Spencer definitely doesnât miss the way you have to force your mouth to stay still this time.
âAre you- is this a joke?â, Spencer asks, frazzled and desperate and so confused he just wants to bury his head under the duvet and never come out again. Because if you donât actually know but- are just joking around, oh Spencer is overwhelmed, alright.
Your expression changes into something panicked then. âNo, no, Spencer, sorry. Iâm- sorry. Of course Iâm not joking, Iâm so sorry. Itâs just a little bit too easy to tease you. Sorry.â You actually look apologetic now, lips downturned and frowning slightly.
âNot joking- so⊠so, you know?â, thereâs something big and anxious pressing inside of Spencerâs chest. The urge to hide away and never face daylight again intensifies tenfold. Heâs flushing before he realizes, hands trembling and breathing a bit too fast to be considered normal. Oh god, you know, you actually know, youâre going to- youâre never going to speak with him again you are probably here to tell him how weird and- and-
You mustâve noticed the frenzy he is thinking himself into, because you reach out with one hand and gently nudge his thigh with one knuckle. âSpencerâ, you say, voice serious and steady and not the slightest bit disgusted or harsh and it snaps him out of his anxiety spiral.
âI knew the second I walked back into that room after you basically fled the precinct. I am, really, genuinely, sorry for making you uncomfortable. Like, it wasnât actually my intention for you to see them. And then, after I realized what⊠I just wanted to wait and see what youâd do, if you came to talk to me or, wellâŠâ
You sigh, the hand that nudged him ruffling through your hair.
âI didnât handle this situation very well. Iâm really sorry. So⊠â, you trail off, scrunching your nose in that adorable way of yours that makes Spencer want to kiss it until it scrunches even further because youâd laugh and try to fight him off.
âWe can just- forget about this. Forget that it ever happened, or-â, you hesitate again.
Spencer feels suddenly breathless. Like he stands in front of a cliff face, seconds before taking the step to send himself careening towards something immeasurably great or devastatingly fatal.
âOrâŠ?â, he breathes, voice small and unsure.
You meet his eyes again after what feels like hours. Thereâs something intense in them, burning, and itâs like an electric shock to Spencerâs system. Heâd give anything for you to keep looking at him like that forever.
âOrâ, your hand returns to his thigh, but this time you let your fingers travel along the shape of it and Spencer whimpers. The burning in your eyes intensifies and Spencer feels hot, suddenly, so hot heâs burning with it. âOr we can do something else.â
âSomething else?â, Spencer basically croaks because his throat is so dry and itâs difficult for his body to function properly when you are touching him like that.
You hum in agreement. âWhatever you want. You can tell m-â
âYou.â
You look a bit startled when he cuts you off with that one, desperate syllable. Startled but also endlessly amused and Spencer just- his mind is apparently turned off, what the-
You laugh quietly, and your eyes soften, and it does something to Spencer that leaves an ach-y feeling in his chest. Oh, he loves you so much he canât take it.
âSure. You can have meâ, you say simply, as if itâs the easiest thing in the world for you to admit, âTell me what exactly you want, because Iâd give you the world if you asked.â
And suddenly thereâs hot pressure behind Spencerâs eyes, at the back of his throat. Youâre just- just- amazing and so lovely and so kind to him, no one has ever said something like that to him, he doesnât know how to handle it.
Spencer blinks up to the ceiling, desperately willing these stupid unwelcome tears away because crying about you treating him kindly is so on the bottom of the list of acting casual about this, so he rather feels than sees you sitting up next to him. Your hand slips from his legs and he feels the loss of your touch as if someone sucked the marrow from his bones. Before he can say something embarrassing like âplease touch me againâ he feels your hand covering his. It fills him with a heady kind of courage.
âI wantâŠâ, Spencer starts, feeling entirely too uncomfortable with having to state his deepest and darkest desires. Thereâs the old familiar urge to start picking at his nails nagging at him, but you just interlace your fingers with his and start tracing random patterns into the skin there with your thumb. Spencer melts against you and tenses up at the same time because itâs just so- so nice. It feels so nice and Spencer never thought heâd ever get to have things like that with you but youâre here. Youâre here, with him, and basically offering Spencer the entire world on a silver platter but itâs still so so unfathomably difficult just saying what he so badly wants.
âYou wantâŠ?â, you hum slightly, voice soft and so tender as you continue painting patterns on his skin and Spencer would literally die for you. And thatâs the entire problem. Spencer doesnât know if youâd do the same. Well. Maybe not die die for him but. He canât just sleep with you, and it not meaning anything to you. It would kill him. It would kill him, if after you give him tenderness and pleasure and acceptance in a way heâs never dreamed of receiving, you would go back to normal. Always politely distanced, close, but never close enough and it already twists his chest just thinking of that possibility.
âI just-â, he tries again, but when the words are stuck in his throat, sticky molten sugar that tastes like bile and fear, he pulls out of your grip and buries his face in his hands. Heâs so bad at this. Heâs the worst. No wonder heâs never had- had something like Morgan has, one night stand after one night stand (not that he particularly wants that, god no, but just-) because Spencer is just so bad at spilling all of the things that plague his gut and keep his thoughts in overdrive at night. No wonder heâs never even had a girlfriend or boyfriend before.
âHey, hey, Spencerâ, he feels your hands cupping his own, still over his face. Not taking them away, but just â there. âItâs alright, penguin, we can always come back to this another time. Iâll wait.â
Spencerâs face crumples and his breath hitches a little because- penguin. Thatâs the frankly ridiculous nickname youâve been using for him ever since he apparently once looked like one, with that white scarf and knee-length black coat he wore during one of your cases where a blizzard surprised not only the team, but also the unsub. Spencer, like most of you, wasnât prepared and thus, had to make do with what the helpful officers provided them with. And well, Spencer drew the penguin stick it seemed.
Itâs ridiculous but sweet and it always makes him feel so loved, loved by you, because itâs adorable and theirs and he just loves it irrationally much, okay? And also, penguins are just really fascinating because-
âDid you know that most penguins live monogamously? The Emperor penguin is actually one of the only ones that mate seasonally, they only have one mate per breeding season. But most others have a mate for life, like, like swans and bald eagles.â
Before Spencer even opened his mouth, he was aware of the fact he was going to ramble on about some unimportant stuff. Itâs always like this, it always feels like a breath heâs been holding in for too long, like an itch somewhere in his weird brain that only stops when he opens his mouth and infodumps and he cannot stop it. No matter how consciously he is telling himself to cut it out or screaming at himself to shut the fuck up you weirdo, itâs unavoidable. As soon as his brain latches onto a statistic or a fact it is reminded of, itâs an unstoppable force.
Like now. He is kicking himself. Why, oh why canât he ever be normal? He feels himself flushing bright red from embarrassment and shame and frustration. He canât believe he is rambling about birds while- while whatever the hell you two are doing right now. While in the middle of a conversation that started out with you confronting him about him seeing your nudes, jesus christ.
Spencer is about to suffocate himself with a pillow when you let out a graceless snort.
It confuses Spencer so much he lowers his hands to look at you and- oh.
Your eyes are shining with something that looks so close to what he would call affection, and it makes him want to bawl his eyes out and at the same time, smile so hard thereâll be laugh lines on his cheeks for the rest of the week.
âWell, that fits perfectly thenâ, you say, and Spencer doesnât understand.
âWhat do you mean?â
You smile just a little wider, a little more teasingly but in a nice way, in a kind way and it leaves Spencerâs chest blooming with warmth.
âIf youâre my penguin, Iâll be your penguin.â
Youryouryouryouryour-
Spencer feels entirely braindead. Only the fact that you called him yours registers. Because yes. Yes. Spencer is so yours heâd gladly let you make every decision for him from now on in his life and yes. Thatâs not exactly a very normal thing to think. Or to want. Spencer doesnât care. Heâs never felt normal about you for a day in his life and he definitely wonât start now.
âYou- you mean- like, as, as mates?â
You scrunch your nose in disgust. âIf you want to call us that, I think Iâll take back my offer.â
It punches a giggle out of Spencer, sudden and kind of light-headed. He watches your face break into a wide grin.
âBut you- youâd like that?â Youâd like me?
You pull a face, sniffing in a nonchalant way, direct your face to your nails in fake disinterest.
âSure. Whatever.â
And Spencer canât help himself. He sobs out a laugh- laughs out a sob or, whatever that weird noise he makes is, because youâre so ridiculous and he loves you more than anything in the world.
You roll your eyes, fondly, shake your head slightly.
âOf course, Spencer. Iâd like that very much because I like you a very unnormal amount. Literally. On my knees, crying, screaming etceteraâ, you say just like that, smiling just like that.
Spencer feels like heâs dreaming. He must be. Thereâs no other explanation for it. He just canât wrap his head around the fact that you could like him. You. Youâre so, so lovely and amazing and you deserve everything good in this world and Spencer is just. Spencer.
âYou- you like me? Me?â, Spencer canât hide the incredulous tone that seeps into his questions because you like him?
Thereâs no traces of humour in your eyes anymore. Your eyes look painfully honest, face suddenly serious, and it steals Spencerâs breath away.
You lean closer to him again, grabbing his hands with yours. Your gaze bores itself into his, intense and steady and he canât look away. âSpencer. I know itâs- I know life has been hard on you for way too long. And that leaves its marks on you. Thatâs fine. Itâs human. But. You do not deserve any less love because of that, do you understand me? Of course I like you, what isnât there to like? Youâre kind and funny and sweet and just so- Spencer. Youâre so lovable and it kills me to know that you donât see how you are so worthy of being loved.â
Oh.
Oh.
You canât just- canât just say things like that and expect him to not cry a little. Canât expect him to act completely nonchalant and cool about all of this when you say things like that to him. Are you trying to kill him? Because it sure does feel like that.
Spencer is so completely at a loss. He doesnât know what to say to that- not to mention what to do. How do you always do this? How can you see straight to the hidden, bruised core of him, littered with all these ugly and bad things and. Just. Figure out what to say to strike him exactly there.
It should scare him, being known so deeply. It should, but it doesnât because itâs you. You are warmth and acceptance like his favourite place in front of a fireplace, book in hand and rain gently knocking against windows. You are quiet mornings at work, you are soft rays of sunlight in his hair, you are gentle hands helping you up when you fall and bruise your knees. You are â
A touch to his cheek startles him. He opens his eyes â when did he close them? â to your fingers brushing some stray tears away, so softly as if heâs something precious, something to be held delicately. That thought sends new tears spilling down his cheek. He canât believe this is affecting him so much, so completely he simultaneously feels like he is going to shatter and be stitched back together again.
He never knew he needed this so much.
âSorry for making you cry, penguin. I didnât think this discussion about my lack of nude etiquette would get this emotionally damagingâ, you say, voice hushed in the big silence of the room, a small smile on your lips and eyes so kind.
Spencer snorts, despite himself. This has really been a very bizarre evening. He feels almost drunk on the weirdness of it all, on the rollercoaster that his emotions have ridden all evening. Thatâs probably why he does what he does next. Â
âNeither did I, especially after you interrupted me while I wa-â
Spencer shuts his mouth so fast he clicks his teeth together, eyes wide and suddenly horrified. He- what-
Why?
Why canât Spencer ever keep his big mouth shut? Is he completely and utterly insane?
Thereâre alarm bells going off somewhere in Spencerâs head and a concerning warmth settling deep in his stomach when your grin takes on a slightly devilish edge, one he knows all too well and. And. Oh. Heâs in trouble. So much trouble. Why did he have to say that?
âAfter I interrupted you while?â, you prompt him, eyes electric and hot and oh god-
Spencer is so dumb. An idiot. Of the highest order. High IQ, where?
âNothingâ, he says, voice high-pitched and rushed and he curses himself and his ability to act everything else but nonchalant. Heâd be the worst actor of all time.
âSpencer.â
The tone of your voice rearranges something in his neurons. He can feel himself sit up just that little bit straighter, can feel his mind buzz at the edges. Heâs never felt like this before.
He loves it.
âHmm?â, is all he gets out. Trouble, so much trouble.
Suddenly youâre standing up, away from him and Spencer wants to whine because you should stay there next to him, forever fixed to his side. He doesnât have to despair long, because you take one of your knees and gently nudge his legs apart with it and okay. Okay. That definitely didnât just send Spencerâs mind reeling. That wasnât just totally the hottest thing that ever happened to him.
You slot yourself between his legs as if you own that space and. In his humble opinion, you do. You so do. Spencer is willing to give you a map of his entire body and a marker and tell you to please demarcate every part of him you want. Heâd give it to you, no questions asked.
He is looking up at you, at your burning eyes that still hold something so soft in them that makes the lump in his throat bigger again. And by god, Spencer just needs to hear you say it again-
âYou like me?â
You move closer to him, lifting one hand and placing it underneath his chin. Your thumb traces along his jaw and Spencer feels like he is going to burst into a million embarrassed pieces.
âYesâ, you say simply, but the way you say it. Spencer canât help but shiver and exhale shakily. He feels so warm, everywhere. His skin burns where your fingers are touching him. He never wants this to stop.
âYou- You want me?â
Your hand grips his face a little stronger, your other fingers splaying over and down his throat and thereâs a high noise coming from somewhere and thereâs goosebumps on his body everywhere and oh, wait- itâs him. The noise. Well, how embarrassing but. He doesnât care. Nope. Not at all.
âŠOkay maybe a little. His face feels warm, suddenly, warmer than the rest of him and yes. Heâs blushing, okay?
âSpencerâ, the way you say his name it- god, âI want you. I said it before, but. I will give you anything. Tell me what you want, Spencer, and you will get it from me.â
Your eyes are so dark and your voice so low and Spencer actually whines and. Heâs hard again, so hard, because he didnât come before and now, heâs even more pent-up and his thoughts are a mess, but you havenât even touched him more than this and heâs already so worked up from you just saying these things to him-
âI want youâ, Spencer pants, currently finding no other English words in the dictionary of his mind. And well. Emily was right about him. IQ slashed to zero when pretty person do thing.
He watches you take a deep breath, as if to steady yourself, as if this whole thing is affecting you as much as it affects him but thatâs- ridiculous. Impossible. Because. Have you seen yourself?
âI know that, Spencer. But what do you want from me? Do you want me to kiss you?â, you ask, face suddenly so close to his Spencer feels your breath fan over his skin, and he whimpers because yes he wants that wants that- âDo you want me to touch you more?â, your other hand grabs his side, gentle but just a little bit roughly and Spencer is suddenly vividly reminded of the fact how strong you are and he feels kind of lightheaded-
âDo you want me to fuck you, Spencer?â
Spencer is going to pass out. And die. And moan and say, âPlease yes yes yesâ. Maybe not in that particular order.
âOkay, angel, anything you wantâ, you say, smiling softly at him as if heâs the best thing in the world and angel. Angel. Angel.
Before heâs even started to process you calling him angel, he sees a glint in your eyes, that edge in your smile again and before he knows whatâs happening, youâre kissing him.
Youâre kissing him and itâs- everything.
Your mouth is soft against his, and Spencerâs insides twist and flutter and his brain is kind of lagging behind, but he wants to be closerclosercloser-
Itâs so good Spencer completely blanks on everything. Thereâs nothing in his mind except the feel of your lips moving against his. Thereâs no insecurity, no embarrassment tainting this moment even though this is literally like, only the sixth kiss or so of Spencerâs life and he has no idea what he is doing. But itâs so good.
A noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper escapes him when you lick into his mouth and Spencerâs soul almost leaves his body. He feels you shudder where you are pressed together, chest to chest.
âSpencer, Spencerâ, you breathe against his lips, in between wet, hot, kisses. You rub your nose against his, eyes closed.
âHmm?â, he hums, his voice somewhere in Canada or wherever. His mouth is too busy smiling so wide it hurts, anyways. No time for articulating anything.
âYouâre amazing, Spencer, amazing.â
And he wants to shake his head, no, because the only one amazing here is you. But itâs impossible to disagree with you when your mouth has returned to his in a way that is probably ruining him for anyone else. (Heâs okay with that.)
You peck him on the lips once, twice more, before you press your lips against his jaw, exactly where you had your fingers before. Your hands are basically the only thing holding Spencer up in a sitting position, because he feels like molten chocolate in your hands. Muscles apparently forgetting to do their job and well. Who can blame them? Spencer has stopped thinking in proper sentences the moment you had walked into his life, so. Only a matter of time until you broke the rest of him as well.
You kiss his neck and Spencer gasps. Itâs really been a hot minute - three years, one hundred, twenty-one days and twenty hours to be exact â the last time he made out with someone. Everything feels heightened on his heated skin, especially you opening your mouth against him and licking him oh god-
It almost feels like a reward when you gently bite at his skin next. Spencer almost screams.
âSo good, so so good for meâ, he hears you whisper into the skin of his neck and this time, Spencer does make a noise. Because yes. He wants that. Be good for you. Thatâs the only thing in his fuzzy mind that feels clear, that feels graspable.
He can see your pupils dilate. Can see the wicked lilt to your lips. âYou like being good for me, donât you, angel?â
ANGEL. Spencer is nodding his head before he knows he does so. âYes, yes.â
âFuckâ, he hears you breathe against him and itâs strange, seeing the effect he has on you. Did really he do that? âI canât believe how incredible you are, sweetheart.â
And you need to stop. If you keep calling Spencer these things- heâs pretty sure he wonât survive this. The team would need to find another genius to solve cases with. His cactus Greg would dry out and wilt and die. You and Penelope would need to find another victim to send confusing memes to.
âDid you like my pictures, Spencer?â, you then ask and thatâs so not fair. You canât just ask him that while heâs so utterly in your hands that heâs sure heâd tell you about every little fantasy heâs had about you ever if you asked.
Because Spencer wants to be good, feels that need so deeply in his bones, he nods frantically. âYes, I- I liked them.â
At the same time the words leave his mouth, something feels wrong. Thereâs an ugly thing twisting in his stomach, so unpleasant it momentarily occludes the high-octane bliss-fuzz fogging up his mind.
You notice the shift in mood almost immediately. âWhatâs wrong, angel?â
And well. Itâs just- that guilt. Of not saying anything to you about Spencer seeing your nudes, of just ogling you like that without your permission. That wasnât very good of him. Actually, the opposite. Heâs been bad and he hates that. Hates that so severely that thereâs suddenly tears on his cheeks and oh no. Thatâs mortifying. Who cries before sex? Jesus Christ heâs such a virgin it is genuinely embarrassing.
âIâm- Iâm sorryâ, he stutters, a little bit hysterical, creating distance between you, arms slung around himself, âI shouldâve, shouldâve said something, Iâm so so sorry, Iâm the worst friend and now Iâm- Iâm crying, oh god, Iâm so sorry-â
âHey, hey hey whoa. Spencer, darling. Penguin. Look at me, please?â
But he shakes his head. He doesnât deserve to look at you again. What was he even thinking? He was- so creepy and now- now-
Two warm hands grab his face and then Spencer is looking into your eyes again. He squeezes his own shut, but all that it does is send more tears spilling over his cheeks and heâs so fucking stupid-
âBaby, please.â
Spencer sobs.
Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ. Thatâs the best thing he has ever heard but he doesnât deserve these things.
âOf course you deserve it, silly gooseâ, you say and oh. Heâs said that out loud.
Your thumbs brush over his cheeks and Spencer canât not lean into your touch, despite everything. Because thatâs just the way it always is. Heâs drawn to your warmth and tenderness like a moon revolves around its planet.
âI thought weâd established that it was an accident? And if it was someoneâs fault, then mine, because no password, remember?â
Spencer opens his eyes. The deep affection swimming in yours makes him sob again. Heâs a mess. A crying, horny mess and Spencer definitely fucked this up. Why does Spencer always ruin the few good things in his life?
âSpencer, Spencer. Hey. Itâs okay, I promise you. We wouldnât be doing this, if it wasnât, okay?â, you kiss his nose. âDo you want to lay down, maybe?â
He nods, not really thinking clearly. He moves up the bed, under the covers and curls up on his side. He waits for you to get up from the bed, for you to walk over to the door and leave. To say that this was a mistake, he was a mistake. To say that you take back everything you said to him in the last half hour.
Heâs not just a little surprised to feel your weight dip the mattress, to feel even more sudden warmth engulf him when you spoon him from behind. You start tracing swirly patterns over the skin of his arm and he feels goosebumps spread all over his body.
Some minutes tick by, you still holding him, when his tears have finally dried up. He doesnât remember crying so much in one day. Spencer feels miserable.
âDo you still like me?â, he asks, and yes, itâs pathetic and stupid but. He doesnât care if you never have sex or if youâre not going to be more than his friend now. Because the thought of you not being in his life in any capacity anymore- just no.
He can feel you freeze and take in a sharp breath. âWha- Spencer. Of course, I still like you. I donât care what we do, I just want to be with you. In any way youâll have me.â
You sound so understanding and sincere and actually confused about his fear as if youâd never even think of not liking him anymore and and and-
And something in him just- snaps. He wants you, needs you so much heâs going to die if he doesnât-
He shuffles and turns in your arms until heâs face to face with you. You look at him, eyebrow raised in question but so beautiful and lovely and you still like him-
âI want you so badâ, he says and then he presses his lips against yours again.
You respond immediately, low moan escaping you and Spencer is greedy, he wants to hear more, feel more, feel everything with you.
Heâs kissing you as if heâs going to die if he ever stopped, which, yes, he absolutely would, and you kiss him back as if you canât live without him. It makes everything become hazy again, like before, and every bad feeling suddenly feels eons away. Like heâs underwater, floaty and relaxed. Safe, he feels safe in the way you kiss him and hold him. Like you always do.
You move your kisses to his neck, sucking and biting and Spencer is moaning and moaning and canât stop and then suddenly, youâre gone, what â
âSpencer, Spencer, waitâ, you pant, out of breath and flushed and he wants to cry again, âSorry, sorry I just-â
You frame his face in your hands, a little bit roughly. âIâm so sorry for making this so hard, youâre being so good for me, but Spencer. Have you done this before?â
Somewhere in the fog that is his minds, Spencer finds his voice. Itâs high and airy but he doesnât care. âNo, no, I havenât.â
He watches you take a deep breath, feels your fingers digging into his skin a little bit more.
âTell me. Do you want this, Spencer?â, your voice is shaking as if you need to keep yourself in check and Spencer canât believe heâs getting to see you like this.
âYesâ, he says because he canât ever want anything else, and, âPlease make me feel good.â
You inhale sharply, your grip on his face bordering on painful. âSpencer, youâre incredible, amazing, the best- Iâll make you feel good, okay? Iâll make you feel so good because you deserve it.â
âYesâ, Spencer is not ashamed of how whiny he sounds. No. Heâs owning it now. This is his thing now, okay? Heâll gladly be your pathetic wet cat, or whatever the term was that you sometimes use to describe him with. Whatever it even means.
âGoodâ, you grin, and then you push on his shoulder hard and heâs on his back. And you. Sitting on top of him, thighs on either side of him. Straddling him exactly where he wants you most and he exhales a needy âahâ. His hypothesis of liking being manhandled is⊠yet to be disproven. Heâs discovering so many things about himself today.
Pleasure radiates in waves from where youâre passively giving pressure to his hard cock and yeah okay. This is good. Amazing. Heâs never felt better. But-
âPlease.â
âPlease what, angel?â
âMore?â
âMore what?â
Your fingers trailing along his throat and jaw, down his chest and teasing ghost-like over his nipples are not really helpful in finding the right words to what he wants. You take pity on him.
âMore touch?â
Spencer nods his head, so fast he almost gets dizzy because heâs at that point again where everything feels liquid, hazy, a little bit unreal. So, speaking is already quite the task.
You smile at him as if he just solved the most difficult equation. âDoing so good, Spencer. Incredible.â
He moans. Okay. Another hypothesis to add to his ever-growing list of scientific discoveries today.
âWhere do you want touch, Spencer? Here?â, thereâs hands in his hair. He shakes his head.
âHmm⊠Here?â, fingers drawing circles on his chest and yes, that feels nice, so nice but he wants-
âHere?â, you ground your hips down and jesus-
âYes!â, Spencer almost chokes on the sound. Pleasure shoots up his spine and he whimpers. âPlease.â
You exhale shakily, looking flush. âOkay. Because you ask so nicely.â Thereâre two little taps on his lower stomach through his shirt. âDo you want to take this off first? Or no?â
The way you give him the chance to say no- the way you respect his autonomy so deeply-
Itâs basic human decency, yes, but itâs also the hottest thing and Spencer feels so valued and understood and safe that heâs not even hesitating when he mutters a quiet yes.
You help him sit up because heâs currently not really heir over his body like he usually is. Help his head out of the shirt and thread his arms out. And then, heâs half naked in front of you and suddenly, the doubt and insecurity thatâve been so quiet so far are back with a vengeance.
The urge to cover himself is so big itâs impossible to stop his arms from wrapping around himself.
Spencer knows heâs not ugly. Heâs not that bad looking actually. Canât be too bad if Morgan keeps insisting on calling him pretty boy, even though Spencer sometimes still has the sneaking suspicion that heâs teasing him. But his friend wouldnât be so cruel.
But other people like to be. Pipe-cleaner, leek, straw, big-eyes. Heâs heard it all before. He has matured enough and grown into himself so that these things donât bother him like they used to. But still. Still. These things are arduous to scrub from under his skin.
Your gaze on him though- heâs never felt so, cleaned from all of these mean words before. You look- you look reverent while mapping his skin and maybe thatâs the reason why he lowers his arms again.
âSpencer. Youâre a dreamâ, you say, almost in trance. Almost as if youâre hypnotized by him, and heâs flushing. But. Being watched so intently, being admired like that. He feels his dick give an indigent twitch against your clothed core. Another thing for the list.
âSo impatientâ, you tut and Spencer flushes more. He thinks heâs waited long enough for this. But he doesnât say that. If you stopped now- he would definitely combust spontaneously.
You lean down, over him. Hands trailing along his sides like you did earlier, but without any clothes between your skin and his. Itâs almost too much. And not enough. He feels electrified, where you touch him. His heart is hammering against his ribs so hard you must be able to feel it. His stomach is in knots, fluttery. Heâs never felt more alive.
You connect your lips to his throat, placing kiss after kiss along the arched length of it. Follow the same path with your tongue and Spencer whines, curves up against you a little. Everything feels so good Spencer is floating in it.
You shift your attention to his collarbones next, kissing but then gently biting and Spencer feels the indents of your teeth all the way through to his back and he hopes, wants, you to sink them into him so deep theyâll leave marks. So that he carries the evidence of this with him for the rest of this case, so that thereâs absolutely no more doubt to who he belongs to. That thought alone makes him whimper, makes him feel that tiny little bit more lost in you.
You start kissing along his chest, down his stomach. Open mouthed, wet kisses and Spencer shivers when the places you put them feel cold after because of your spit. The lower you get, the noisier he becomes and at one point, Spencer wouldâve been embarrassed. Well, he kind of is, but heâs also so turned on that the embarrassment doesnât feel as stifling like usual. Rather, in a weird way, it makes everything hotter, and he does not own enough brain capacity right now to decipher that. But he does add it to the list.
When your face is dangerously close to the waistband of his pyjama, Spencer tenses, holds his breath. Being shirtless is one thing, but⊠well.
âItâs okay, Spencer. We only do as much as you feel comfortable withâ, you murmur, giving a small peck to the left of his belly button. You calmingly follow his sides with your hands, smiling at him with so much affection in your eyes that Spencer feels speechless, breathless, until the tension releases his muscles again and he melts into the sheets.
ââm justâŠâ, he tries, he really tries so hard to tell you that he wants this more than anything heâs ever wanted but that he just feels⊠insecure.
You kiss his stomach again. âHow about we only take off the pyjama? For now? If you want to take off your underwear too later, we can still do that.â
That⊠thatâs actually a good idea. So, he nods.
âWords, angel.â
âYes, yes. Thatâs- good.â
You look so proud of him. âYouâre so good, Spencer. Perfect.â
He moans embarrassingly loud. He really should be more concerned about this. About how you are basically pulling him apart, thread by thread and he just lets you, willingly. How you know which threads to pull to reduce him to a sweaty mess in what felt like 0.2 seconds.
Thereâs a finger dipping beneath the waistband, moving back and forth along the newly exposed skin. Your eyes watch him intently, almost predator-like. A question is in there somewhere as well and Spencer nods again.
You help him lift his hips, help him pull down the pants. Spencer is kind of busy kicking his legs a little to shake them off completely but when he looks back and down himself to where you are hyper-focused on the outline of his cock through the thin fabric he blushes.
Even more when he notices the big, dark blue splotch in front of his underwear. Thatâs definitely never happened before. How embarrassing.
When you look up at him again, youâre also flushed. Eyes dark, wide, voice kind of unsteady. âSpencer, Spencer, can I?â
âPleaseâ, and then you palm him with your hand, and it feels so good it takes all of his concentration to not come on the spot. He doesnât know if heâll survive this until you arrive to the main thing.
Itâs not the first time someone has touched him like that, but it is the first time you are doing it, and it already feels better than anything heâs ever felt before. Youâre either a wizard or Spencer is just biased because he thinks everything you do is ten times better than the same thing done by someone else.
Probably the first reason.
He has his head angled back, one of his arms thrown over his eyes. If he looked at you now, heâs pretty sure, heâd come. Visual stimulation on top of physical would probably be the end of him. Itâs already too much, just feeling your hand move up and down his dick in various pressures. Almost as if you are testing what he likes best, and Spencer is definitely here for it. Definitely. Heâs happy to just let you experiment with him until you know all the different ways to drive him mad with pleasure with just a few moves.
Which, you apparently already figured out, judging by the way Spencer canât form a single coherent thought anymore. Itâs already, so good, so freaking good holy shit, and youâre still not touching him. Still a layer of fabric between your hand and him and he kind of- just-
âTake it off?â
You still your hand, looking up at him. You look kind of crazed, almost a little pained. It takes two deep breaths for you to process what he just asked, eyes a little unfocused before they fix Spencer to the bed with an intensity that makes him feel unfocused. âYou sure, angel?â
Spencer literally canât do anything but nod. You stay in your position for some moments longer, before you sigh out a long breath, mumbling something that suspiciously resembles youâre gonna be the death of me. Spencer misses your warmth on top of him the second you hoist yourself up. Itâs kind of crazy and destitute of him. You are literally right there but heâs waited for this for so long it feels like heâs suffocating without your weight pressing him down. Which is ironic and also, insane.
Your fingers are gentle, when they move under the stretchy fabric of his underwear. Even gentler when they pull down and down and down until Spencer is entirely naked in front of you.
Oh, he feels so exposed. While he has been the recipient of a mediocre hand job before, itâs been in his trousers. This is kind of the first time someone sees him naked like that, because school locker rooms and his mother donât count.
He doesnât dare look at you. If thereâs anything akin to disappointment, not to mention disgust on your face- Spencer probably would have to jump out the window, stat. His gaze is frozen on his cock, steadily leaking precum on his stomach (which, embarrassing). Heâs abashedly trying to insert himself into your point of view, tries to imagine what you think about seeing him like this. What you might think about his dick, if itâs too short or too thin or if it looks weird, if he shouldâve shaved. If his legs look strange and too gangly now, or if his stomach connects to his pubic area wrong or-
âHoly shitâ, you say, and Spencer is too curious for his own damn good sometimes, because he canât force his gaze to stay away from you.
You look at him- like before. Reverent but more, so much more. He almost feels like a deity, the way you look at him. Someone to be awed by, someone that should be worshipped. Spencer feels his already in overdrive heartbeat quicken even more, blood flushing his cheeks so much it leaks down his throat, to his chest.
Spencer would literally kill to have you look at him like this for the rest of his life.
âHoly shit, Spencerâ, you repeat, eyes now meeting his, âYouâre like- a literal fucking dream. I cannot believe- youâre so beautiful, how are you so beautiful everywhere?â
Spencer whimpers and he needs you to touch him kiss him fuck him anything please now or he will absolutely die from heart palpitations.
Some of his despairing thoughts mustâve come through to you, because the next thing you do is moan, which is the best thing heâs ever heard. Then, you take off your sweater. Second to go is your cropped tank top and you arenât wearing a bra and good heavens.
Pictures could never compare. Not even Botticelli couldâve adequately committed you to canvas.
Spencer mustâve taken some brain damage from seeing you half naked. He doesnât remember you taking off the remainder of your clothes, nor does he remember you straddling him again. But, fuck.
Spencer kind of doesnât use the f-word that often but-
fuckfuckfuckufuckfkcufuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckcufkc-
Youâre warm against him, and wet, so freaking wet, and it feels so mind-blowingly good- itâs a miracle heâs still holding on. But-
âWonât last longâ, he gets out, breathy and whiny and just so goddamn fuzzy from pleasure. The world could literally perish right now, and he wouldnât care. He canât care, because this is the best thing that ever happened to him and he wonât ever care about anything else ever again other than feeling you, you you you you, against him.
âSpencer, Spencerâ, you breathe, gasp, and fuck, the way you keep using his name. âAre you okay? Do you still want this?â
Itâs ridiculous you even ask. But the warmth in his chest, the feeling of comfort and safety and ease â because everything with you is so easy, so natural - he feels with the way you look after him-
He feels your thumbs caressing his wet cheeks. You put small, sweet kisses all over his face. Take the time to brush away some of his sweat-sticky hair from his forehead. Place kisses there too. You end with a drawn out, gentle kiss to his lips.
âWhat do you say, sweetheart?â
Thereâs really only one way for him to answer that. He trusts you. Plain and simple. Thereâs no one else he could ever do this with.
âYes, I want. Please.â
You kiss him again. âSo good Spencer, youâre so fucking good to me. I canât believe you are trusting me with this. You are incredible, angel.â
Spencer doesnât know how itâs anatomically possible, but he blushes even harder. Also, feels his cock twitch against you because he apparently likes to be called good almost as much as he likes being good. For you. Only you. Jesus Christ.
âDo you have a condom?â, you ask and ah. Well.
âSuitcaseâ, and wow. First word with more than one syllable since you straddled him the first time. Heâs being so brave right now. He deserves a medal. Proof of Being Able to Speak Polysyllabic Words While Getting Fucked (Almost).
Thereâs humour glistening in your eyes, when you hide a fake gasp behind your hand and say, âOh my god, Spencer you dog. Canât believe you planned this entire thing.â
Spencer almost chokes on his own spit. âN-no! I just- uh, like being prepared.â
You grind down a snort, drive your teeth into your lower lip. âIn case you accidentally saw your coworkerâs nudes and them being down to fuck you about it?"
Oh my god, youâre the most ridiculous person heâs ever met. He canât stop himself from grinning because seeing you trying to keep your laughter at bay-
âYes. That.â
âBut what if- what if it was Rossi instead of you seeing them? How wouldâve your plan worked out then, huh?â, you wheeze, shaking from literal suppressed laughter and Spencer makes a sound like a dying horse.
âRossi? Rossi?â
âOh my god, imagine it wouldâve been Hotch. He wouldâve probably fired me so hard and then called me a week later to disappointed-dad-talk me to come back but to please, refrain from bringing personal files to work in the future.â
Spencer laughs. Heâs still rock-hard underneath you, but heâs laughing because thatâs what you always do. Being so absurd and silly that heâs shocked to laughter.
He adores you with every fibre of his being.
âWhat the fuck?â, you ask, incredulous but laughing yourself, âIs my misery amusing to you?â
And Spencer feels like being a little bit of a brat. âVery.â
You flick his nose. Grumble something like Iâll show you misery and then you move your hips against his and Spencer sees stars. Letâs out an embarrassingly high whine.
Ah well. It was still worth it.
âDonât moveâ, you order, when you climb down from him to retrieve a condom. Spencer watches you, lets himself look at you. All the times heâs wondered how it would be, how it would feel like, being in this kind of situation with you. Heâs never in a million years thought it would feel so familiar. Like youâve done this before, so many times that itâs just become something normal between you two. Heâs actually relaxed. So turned on it feels like heâs going to burst any second, but heâs calm. He feels comfortable, so much so that it doesnât even matter that itâs the first time heâs doing this and heâs so clueless about all of this.
But he knows, if itâs with you, he never ever has to worry about anything.
âDo you have lube as well?â, you ask, rifling through his suitcase and distracting him from his sappy thoughts.
âHmm. No, Iâm sorry.â
âDonât be, angelâ, you say while returning to Spencer, and the nickname kind of switches something off again in his brain. Perfect. Heâs never going to be able to be normal again about that word.
âWeâll have to get some, for next time. Always feels better with it.â
Spencer hasnât really registered more than next time next time next time-
Heâs pulled out of his daze of knowing your intentions of this not only being a one-off thing, when you straddle him again, a bit lower on his legs. Spencer moans, loud and high, when you grab him by the base and god, fuck, his skin is tingling with anticipation.
With your other hand, you grab the condom and then use your teeth to open the packet, and his cock jumps in your hand. How are you so hot. How does everything you do turn him on so much, what.
He watches you take out the plastic ring as if heâs watching from above, out of his body. He watches as you position the condom over his tip and then pull it down, down and Spencerâs brain must be lagging because he feels everything with at least a two second delay and shit, god, son of a-
âYou ready, baby?â
He makes a noise between a sob and a whine. Heâs losing his mind. âPlease please please-â
âFuck, Spencerâ, you whine, lift yourself up a bit with your legs and then you are sinking down on him, inch by agonizing inch.
Itâs so good, itâs so good, you are so warm, so hot, and Spencer canât stop making noises until your hips are flush to his and heâs inside you.
You let out a loud, drawn-out moan above him. âFuck, fuck, Spencer. You feel so fucking good, holy shit.â
He feels like heâs one move away from coming. God, oh god, it feels so incredible.
âCan I move? Spencer, please?â, your voice is wrecked, youâre flushed down to your navel, and youâre the best thing heâs ever seen.
âPlease please please pleaseâ, itâs the only word he remembers how to pronounce.
âFuckâ, you almost sob, lifting yourself almost completely off him. You lower yourself back down again, one swift move, and you both moan.
You pick up the pace a little, fucking him with still languid but purposeful thrusts. Every time his cock sinks back into you, Spencer feels bits and pieces of his sanity crumbling away. He canât think, canât speak, his mind so fogged up and fuzzy heâs having troubles remembering who he is. Heâs so completely at your mercy heâd let you do anything to him.
That turns him on a worryingly huge amount. List, something about a list somewhere.
âOh, god, look at you. Spencer, baby, angel. You feel so good inside of me, so good.â
He keens, grabs at your strong thighs bracketing his slim hips. Arches up into you, closerclosercloser-
âYou like being good for me, right angel?â, you ask, hips slowing down to a gentle grinding that absolutely drives Spencer insane and heâs too far gone to even nod, âIt suits you. Being so wrecked for me, moaning and shaking. God, fuck, youâre divine, Spencer, fuck.â
The pressure behind his cock, low in his stomach, thatâs been building all evening, all week, holy shit, itâs too much. Spencer feels delirious, feels your hotness around him, feels your hands pressing his chest down into the bed. Heâs going to die it feels so good.
âYou going to come for me, Spencer? You gonna be good for me and come inside of me?â
Please please please please- itâs all he can think, all he can feel, because because-
You give a particularly hard thrust and-
Spencerâs coming, moaning and moaning, shaking everywhere. Heâs coming and it feels so good, so fucking good. Heâs never come so hard in his life before.
He might have blacked out a little. The next time heâs aware of something, itâs you cleaning him with a wet washcloth. Slow, and gentle and Jesus.
âWhat?â, is the first thing he manages to say, and you snicker beside him. You caress his face, hand running through his hair, down his chest. Peck his lips. Youâre both still naked.
âFeeling good?â, you ask and what kind of question even is that. You just fucked the soul from his body, and you ask him-
âI almost diedâ, he says, tagging your name at the end with an incredulous tint to it.
You snort, setting the washcloth on the nightstand behind you. You lie down close to him, cuddling into his side. âThat was the plan.â
âKilling me with sex?â
âYep. Thatâs for ogling my nudes without my permission, you creep.â
He says your name again, exasperated but so fucking fond itâs a miracle youâve never noticed his pining before. You shrug, pull a âwhat can you do faceâ. Spencer rolls his eyes and then, unceremoniously, flops on top of you.
âUffffâ, you press out. âYouâre smothering me, penguin.â
Spencer shrugs and copies the expression you just did. You bark out a laugh.
âHa! Didnât know post-sex Spencer is such a cheeky little shit. Iâve created a monster.â
He canât entirely control his face, some parts of a smile slipping into his features. He does manage to poke out his tongue at you though, before he buries his face in your neck.
Some minutes tick by, you both enjoying the otherâs presence and warmth and idleness, before something in his brain-
âWait-â, Spencer splutters, pushing himself away from you so that he can look at you. âDid you- did you even finish?â
Heâs kind of horrified. He was so focused on his pleasure- he- how did he forget? He doesnât remember you coming and oh no, heâs such an asshole, who doesnât make sure the other person has come as well and-
âSpencer, Spencerâ, you shush him, fingers trailing along his back, and he shivers, eyes rolling back.
âI made myself come right after, donât worry. You were kind of busy in your post-orgasm, pussy-drunk coma.â
Spencer flushes. âBut I wanted toâŠâ
You laugh softly. âYou can do whatever to me, next time, sweets. This was about you. Weâll go on a date as soon as weâre back home. Fucking Florida is driving me nuts.â
Oh, he suddenly feels shy. A date? You want to go on a date with him?
âReally?â, he asks, and he hates how insecure he sounds.
You send him an unbelieving look. âUh, what about the last hour makes you think otherwise? Seriously, Spencer, we need to work on your confidence.â
âOkayâ, he mutters, a little bit pout-y and you scoff, pulling him down on top of your chest again.
There, with your hands painting patterns on his back and him completely lost in your warmth and familiarity, Spencer thinks that maybe, Florida isnât that bad.
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âSo, then. Made any scientific discoveries last night, pretty boy?â
Spencer chokes on his coffee.
âWhat?â
âNothingâ, his âfriendâ says, smirking and leaning against his table, âYou just seem to have figured out that little problem thatâs been keeping that pretty head of yours all messed up.â
Spencer feels himself flush. Stupid body and stupid involuntary, physiological reactions. Morgan picks up on it, of course.
âOhhhhh, want to share with the class what those discoveries were?â
Briefly, so very briefly, Spencer thinks of his self-compiled list but- no no no no.
âShut up, Morgan.â
â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â
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ain't no love in oklahoma // op81 smau
description: twisters actress!reader x op81 but lando is convinced oscar is lying (from request)
a/n: sorry for being completely inactive. life happened and it didn't happen in a good way! i have a huge exam coming up soon so i will most likely still be inactive besides maybe a few short things here and there. anyways first oscar fic so enjoy! all pics found on pinterest, i don't own any
a/n pt2: might do something fun for each day in october but im not sure what so send me some ideas. also might do some more headcannons/blurbs soon here!
requests: closed but feel free to send me some messages since i love talking to you guys
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youruser: go see twisters!! if you donât, you suck and you better hope you donât get stuck in a tornado because thereâs useful information in our movie
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oscarpiastri: proud of you!!
âł youruser: đ§Ą
glenpowell: caption is so real of you
user1: doesnât yn have a boyfriend? why is she so close to glen?
âł user2: yes but probably because thereâs limited space. yn isnât like that
âł oscarpiastri: exactly what user2 said
landonorris: cute!
âł user3: what are you doing here??
âł user4: lando in the comments?
user5: such a good movie
user6: yn + glen = power duo
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oscarpiastri: proud boyfriend award goes to me đ thx for all the bts selfies
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landonorris: i just laughed out loud
landonorris: âboyfriendâ lmaooo
âł user7: i cant tell if heâs joking or serious
user8: cutest couple ever
glenpowell: aww so glad you remembered the time you took me to the aquarium, what a romantic!
âł youruser: get your own boyfriend capybara
âł user9: yn CLOCKED him
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landonorris: POLE BABYYYY!!! everyone ignore my teammates instagram posts, i have told him to stop. i think he took a hit to the head or something
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oscarpiastri: do you want to go to the farm or not?
âł landonorris: you already said i could go so no take backs
âł user10: lando is going to yn's farm??
âł user11: LANDO'S MEETING YN?!
âł user12: oh i know he's going to fangirl so hard
user13: get me someone who looks at me the way oscar looks at lando
âł user14: are we sure that they aren't the ones dating?
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youruser: back home finally! pic 1: yeehaw. pic 2: my cat cora had her babies!!! pic 3: dinner date :)
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user15: CORA HAD HER KITTIES
âł youruser: i am officially a grandma. i feel the gray hairs coming in now
user16: oscar and yn are endgame
oscarpiastri: the best company
âł landonorris: STOP, idk how you got her in on this joke either
âł user16: i can't tell if lando knows they are actually dating and is joking or if he truly does not believe oscar
user17: boyfriend is back on the feed!
âł user18: farmer yn is back on the feed!
glenpowell: miss you lady
âł youruser: you miss my animals more
âł glenpowell: and what about it.
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landonorris: OMG HE WASN'T LYING i got to feed so many animals, got to channel my inner cowboy, AND get drunk with the yn? i can die a happy man
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oscarpiastri: believe me now?
âł landonorris: never doubted you
âł user19: lando seriously didn't believe oscar lol
âł user20: i fully thought he was joking the entire time
user21: how hard did you fangirl to meet yn, lando?
âł landonorris: surprised i didn't pass out honestly. i facetimed GLEN POWELL
youruser: so glad you had a fun time!!
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oscarpiastri: everyone clear that this is my girlfriend?
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user22: sassy oscar
âł user23: channeling his inner lando
landonorris: yes sir đ«Ą
âł oscarpiastri: stop being weird ?
youruser: MY MANNNNN
âł user24: oh she's in deep
user25: there is one thing oscar doesn't play about in life: yn
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youruser: didn't even know there was confusion that this was my boyfriend lol
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landonorris: how was i meant to know?!
âł user26: literally how everyone else knew, instagram.
glenpowell: yn stop posting pics of me and my boyfriend and acting like he's yours
âł youruser: i dont like this joke.
âł oscarpiastri: bromance or whatever
âł user27: they're in a throuple
âł youruser: ew
âł glenpowell: disgusting
âł oscarpiastri: huhhh
user28: couple goals forever and ever
user29: if they don't get married... love isn't real
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send nudes âą bang chan
M D N I 18+
Summary: You accidentally send a nude to Chan and wellâŠhe takes it as a chance to act on his hidden feelings
WC: 2.4k
Tags: smut, afab!reader, dom/tease!chan, porn with little plot, piv, unprotected sex (just don't), fingering, oral (f & m receiving), creampie, mutual pinning(?), handjob, chan is a tease, reader calls chan; chris, chan, christopher, channie), use of pet names (baby, sweetheart, good girl, etc), not proofread, im prob forgetting some- sorry (brb gonna touch some grass)
âShit shit shit!â You quickly pulled your shorts back up as panic spread throughout your body. You quickly look at the open messages to see if the picture has been seen yet. Ugh this is why you donât send nudes! You screamed at yourself. About twenty minutes ago you were flirting over text with this random guy from tinder when it started escalating into pictures being sent, you took a picture and was going to send it to him but you unknowingly sent it to your best friend.
You hadnât noticed until about five minutes ago when the tinder guy hadnât replied yet, you noticed the notification of the image sent was under Chanâs contact and well now youâre trying to figure out how to delete the picture.
You already tried deleting it from your messages but that only deletes it on one end not both.
Suddenly the ringing of your phone fuels the flames of your anxiousness. You dwell on whether you should check the caller ID, peeking at the screen your heart drops, itâs Chan. âOh fuck.â You snatch your phone, not answering it, before running out of your dorm, down the hall towards Chanâs dorm. His dorm isnât far from yours so by the time you get there your phone is still ringing. As itâs about to hang up you finally answer it, banging on the front door.
The wood door swings open revealing a confused Chan. God you couldnât even look him in the eyes.
âHi,â Chan chuckles, not acting like heâs seen something that he wasnât supposed to, you sigh in relief, âI was about to text you-â
âDonât do that!â You cut him off, pushing past him to grab his phone. âHey?!â He exclaims after you snatch his phone, Chan makes a move to grab but you quickly dodge him, opening his messages app.
âDonât delete it!â Chan huffs out annoyed. You stop, dead in your tracks, Chan takes the chance to take his phone back, shoving it into his pocket. âWhat do you mean donât delete it.â You burst, heat spreading throughout your face like a wildfire. When did he see it?! You thought to yourself as you took out your phone and looked back on your messages, it displayed âread 1 minute agoâ.
âChanâŠâ You push, when he doesnât reply simply wearing a smirk on his face you start getting even more flustered, âChristopher! What do you mean donât delete it?!â Your face is as red as a tomato at this point, your heart pounding so fast you can feel it in your ear.
Chan lets out a bubbly chuckle, you only ever use his real name when youâre either pissed or are in a teasing mood- you are not in a teasing mood, âIâve got blackmail. And besides, it's fun seeing you flustered.â The smirk he wore was just straight up menacing. âThis kind of situation is weird and makes me flustered- Did you just save it?!â You shriek as you watch him take out his phone and scroll through your texts. Chan smirks at you as he shows his phoneâs screen, the save button clearly pressed. âWhy would even- Chris!â You cry out his name, he finally puts his phone down on the desk by his bed with a shrug.
âYou forget Iâm a man.â You stand crossed armed as you stare at your best friend, âYeah okay, but keeping a nude of your best friend is kinda weird.â
âWould you rather me send you one too?â Chan asks calmly as if it werenât the most absurd thing heâs ever said. You scoff, eyes blown out by his question, sure Chanâs a flirt and likes teasing you, but it's never actually gone this far between the two of you. Just a simple mistake opened this pandora box.
âWho was that meant for anyways?â The Australian asks, sudden curiosity leading him on. âThatâs none of your business-â
âWell you sent me the photo, I should at least get an explanation, no?â Chan raises his brows. âThe guy from my date the other day.â You admit embarrassingly, Chan lets out a laugh while shaking his head, âThe one that you complained about for the next three hours after your date.â
âI was bored okay!â You throw your arms up in defeat, plopping down on his bed.
A few moments of awkward silence washed over the two of you- well more awkward for you- before your phone interrupted the silence. You checked the notification, rolling your eyes as you opened the message from Chan. Holy shit. The grasp you had on your phone loosened as the electronic tumbles onto your face, smacking you right on the forehead. âYou that shocked by the picture?â Chan hums in amusement. You gape at him after massaging your sore forehead, âWell no shit, you just sent me a dick pic!â You shove your phone in his face.
On the screen was a picture of Chanâs crotch area. His gray sweats not hiding the boner he obviously sports, his veiny hands holding onto his intimate area. A sudden realization dawned on you, âDid you just take that?â You stared between him and the same colored sweatpants that he wore. Now itâs his turn to be flustered, sure he had fun teasing you but now thinking about it, it wasnât exactly appropriate to take a dick pic in front of his best friend even if she wasnât aware of his actions. Brushing it off, Chan shrugged with a smug face.
âGod youâre infuriating sometimes.â You shake your head. âOh câmon, you can say itâs hot, yourâs was. Itâs the reason Iâve got a bone-â
âChan!â You squeak, your hands covering your face. Chan was too blunt for you sometimes. âYou still need help with this?â Chan says, gently guiding your hands down from your face to show you the picture that you had sent him earlier. You pout, thoughts in your head werenât lining up to how your body was reacting, âHelp?â You shake your head in confusion trying to understand what his words meant. Chan hesitantly trailed his hands to your inner thighs, instinctively you spread them apart which he takes as a go-ahead.
âWait, wait, wait!â You stutter, realizing where this could be going, âWe donât have to do anything, if you donât wanna.â Chan said, retrieving his hands from your legs. The warmth of his hands still burning your skin despite them not being there anymore. âNo, I wanna-â Your mouth moved quicker than you could process, you slapped a hand over it. Chan raised a brow at you in his regular teasing manner, you simply shook your head at him, âChanâŠyouâre my best friend, I donât wanna change that.â That was a lie, you did want to change that, you really want to change that, but losing Chan was something that always prevented you from ever telling him how you felt.
âWho says it has to change?ïżœïżœïżœ The curly haired boy leans over your body, dipping his bed at the weight. Your hands come up to his shoulders, not knowing whether to push him away or bring him closer. âChris.â You sigh, eyes closing in thought. âKeep your eyes close, if you want me to stop just tell meâŠokay?â His words fanned across your cheeks as he spoke softly into your ear. You squirmed at his words but nonetheless kept your eyes shut.
A sudden touch to your thighs made you flinch, the hand hesitantly tapped your knee for your consent, nodding in response. Chan let out a shaky breath as his hands nudged your thighs apart, revealing the wet patch that stained the lining of your shorts. Did you get turned on by the tinder guy? No, it was by Chan and his insufferable teasing, heâs what got your arousal pooling. Chan hums, his breath breezing over your hot skin, sending shivers down your spine. âThis okay? Dâyou trust me?â He asked as his fingered trailed along your throbbing cunt, you bit your lip in pleasure, nodding frantically, yearning for more friction.
Chan begins rubbing his thumb in circles on your clothed clit while his other fingers slip between your slick folds that stick to your panty. Moving your loose shorts to the side, you feel him dip his head down, licking a stripe up your cunt. âChannie.â You whine, hands flying to his curls, entangling them with your fingers. The sudden rush of pleasure has you opening your eyes, the sight of your best friendâs face between your legs, lickking at your most intimate area sends another wave of arousal straight to your core. Your thighs instinctively tense around his face, Chan gaze lifts to you at the action, locking your eyes and you're done. Chanâs eyes stared into you longingly, the smirk that made his way to his face when he sneakily maneuvered your underwear to the side had you writhing under his hold.
Chan continued his assault on your cunt with his mouth, sucking at your clit, swirling iit around your fold. His fingers brought you even closer to the edge as they ever-so-often sunk inside, never past his fingertips as if he was teasing you. That familiar knot formed in your stomach as your thighs began to shake, the movement not going unnoticed by Chan. âS-Stop!â You say closing your legs in an attempt to get him off, he sticks to his previous words and obliges to your command. âYou okay?â Chan looks at you, a pang of worry flashing in his eyes, his mouth and chin was wet with what youâd assume is your arousal and his saliva mixed, he subconsciously licks his lips as you stare at them.
You nod in response before climbing onto your knees pushing him back onto the bed, âWhat are you- Y/N?!â Now it was Chanâs turn to turn pink, his heart pounded in his chest as he watched you pull the waistband of his sweatpants down revealing his hardened cock. âThis okay?â You ask innocently, contradicting your actions. âFuck yeah, thisâs okay.â He sighed.
You stared at his dick, the very same one he had sent a few minutes ago, you never thought youâd ever be in this position with Chan. The tip was leaking with precum and the veins on the side evident from the lack of friction, he wasn't too big like the ones youâve seen in those exaggerated pornos but heâs definitely above average. Your hand wraps around the base of his cock, pumping it a few times, precum coating it making it easier to slide up and down. âJesus, fuck, youâre so pretty, such a good girl, baby.â Chan rambles as you lean down, placing a small kiss on the tip. Tongue trailing down along the veins before coming back to the tip and taking it into your mouth.
Rolling his head back in pleasure, Chan gently takes a fistful of your hair so that it doesn't get in your way. You hum in appreciation. Chan almost cums, the vibration of your hum going through his shaft towards that knot forming in his abdomen. Hollowing your cheeks, you attempt to take more of him but Chan stops you, pulling you off of him with a pop. âWhyâd you- mmph.â The feeling of his soft, plump lips cuts you off. His lips were gentle yet rough against yours, lust and desire making the kiss messier. Without your lips coming apart, Chan guides you to the bed again, laying you down under him. Lips dancing with one another, he adjusts your shorts and underwear to the side again, prompting a gasp from you, he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue alongside yours.
You moan into the kiss as he presses the tip of his cock to your entrance. Your eyes meet once more, he has that same worry in his eyes, asking if he can continue. âFuck me ChannieâŠplease.â Before your words could fully come out heâs already snapped his hips into you, bottoming out and letting you adjust to his size. âYou okay, sweetheart?â The pet name draws out an erotic moan from your lips, you nod frantically as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Chan places your knees atop his shoulders, leaning into you as his hips smack against the back of your thighs. The echo of wet noises bouncing off the dorm roomâs wall, Chan has never been more grateful that his roommate, Minho, wasn't in town. âSâclose, Channie.â You moan into his neck, your nails clawing at his clothed back. It barely occurred to you that you were both technically fully clothed. âGod I like you so much, you know that baby?â Chan mumbled as he drilled into your cunt. âChannie, I like you too- oh my fucking God.â You curse as he reaches your g-spot, hitting it dead on. âActually?â
âMhm, shit, liked you for a long time.â You say between moans and whimpers, your climax nearing as your legs begin to shake. âFuck, gonna make you cum. Sâfucking pretty.â Chan slurred as his hand made his way to your clit, rubbing circles onto it. Your orgasm hit you like a truck, you donât think youâve ever orgasmed like that before.
âAlmost there, where dâyou want it?â Chan pants over your whines of overstimulation, âInside, Iâm on the- holy fuck- on the pill!â The sensitivity of your cunt begins to be uncomfortable. Your words send Chan over the edge, spilling his hot cum inside of you.
Chan slowly pulls out before plopping onto the mattress next to you. âYou really mean it?â He pants, chest heaving. You look at him confused, your mind too hazy for anything at this point. âYou like me?â
âHeh, yeahâŠI do.â Chan leans over and gives you a sweet kiss on the lips. Rolling out of the bed, Chan comes back to you with a towel and some water. âThanks.â You smile, taking the bottle of water. âLemme get you some clothes from the closet.â As he makes his way to the closet an idea pops into his head. Chan snatches his phone before walking into his shared walk-in closet.
The ding of your phone grasps your attention, you reach for it and read the most recent message. Itâs from Chan.
Send nudes ;)
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do you believe me now? | 5
in which spencer reid and fem!reader are reunited, but the worst kind of sparks are flying. you meet a man named randall. derek morgan buys you a drink (sort of). it seems that some things can't be unsaid.
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this series is 18+ warnings/tags: r goes to a bar but doesn't drink alcohol, gets hit on by weird men, dramatic, angst, sorry in advance a/n: surprise! i'll see myself out. love you! lmk your thoughts on this bad boy! i KNOW you'll have some! i'm locking all my doors and the cops are on speed dial after posting this. stay tuned for part six tho
You donât call Spencer for four days.Â
Spencer doesnât call you for four days.Â
Itâs scary.Â
Thereâs some textingâmostly him giving you updates on how things are going and when he expects to be back. Mostly you giving the messages a thumbs up and saying nothing else.Â
Finally, on Thursday afternoon, his ringtone (the Bill Nye theme) makes you jump as youâre sitting on your bed staring into space.Â
His caller ID photoâwhich is simply his passport photo, because youâd thought it was adorableâstares at you. You stare back. Contemplate not picking up.Â
But youâre not quite there yet.Â
And you cannot keep listening to Bill Nye the Science Guy.Â
The answer button is cold under your thumb, but not as cold as your greeting.Â
âHi.â
You barely recognize your own voice.Â
It seems to send Spencer for a loop as well, because his reply is halting.Â
âHey! Hi, umâhow are you? I feel like weâve barely talked this week.â
That would be because you told me my feelings for you are stronger than your feelings for me and I donât know how to stop making every single word I say secretly mean I love you. We canât have a conversation without me loving you. It will always be in the room or on the phone with us. To ignore the presence of it is impossible, and I donât know if I can ignore the absence of yours, either.Â
âUh⊠yeah. Iâm fine. Whatâs up?â
Thereâs a pause.Â
âWe wrapped up this morning. Weâre getting on the jet here in a few minutes, and, umâI know itâs not ideal, but we missed Derekâs birthday and Penelope is insisting we all go to his favorite bar tonight. And he told me that for his birthday he wants to meet you. So⊠would you be up for that?â
âYou want⊠to take me to a bar?â
âNo. I meanâI know itâs not really your thing, but we missed Derekâs birthday three years in a row, andâand I understand if you donât want to meet him tonight, but we wouldnât have to stay very long and I really, really shouldnât skip it. Derek has saved my life on more than one occasion.â
âYou could go without me.â
More silence. Every second hurts, but you donât understand why he wants you to come meet his best friend if he thinks the two of you are in different places emotionally.Â
But maybe heâs not going to break up with you just yet. Maybe heâs going to keep inviting you to bars and foreign film festivals and bookshops. Maybe heâs going to treat you exactly the same as he always has but with this new added layer of knowledge that the way he treats you isnât actually love, and it never was, and youâre not sure if it has the potential to ever become love. Because if it didâwouldnât it have already? What more do you have to offer than what youâve already given him?
Breakup or no breakup, you feel sick.Â
When he speaks his tone is similarly chilly. Itâs welcome. You want him mad. If he canât reciprocate your adoration, then the very least he can do is have the decency to reciprocate your reproach.Â
âI could. Is that what you want?â
No. I donât want any of this. I need you to know me well enough to know that. And if you canât love me then at least get angry. At least show me you feel something other than passive contentment.Â
âYeah. Sure. I donât know.â
A pause stretches so long your heart pounds. You watch the elapsed time of the call tick by, second by second, and you wait for the anticipation to crack under the weight of silence, to give way to some terrible jump scare or to give way at all.Â
But the words that end the conversation (if you can even call it that) arenât any great relief. Theyâre just sad, and chalk full of defeat.Â
âAlright. Iâll⊠Iâll call you later.â
You feel like youâve swallowed an ice cube. All the words youâd like to say are frozen in your stinging throat.Â
âOkay. Um⊠Iâll let you board now.â
âThe jetâs notâŠâ but he trails off. When he speaks again he sounds just as hurt as youâd wantedâand it doesnât make you feel better at all. âOkay. Bye.â
âBye.â
The line goes dead, and your face is burning as tears fill your eyes for the hundredth time this week. That call was terrible and poisonous and you donât feel like yourself.Â
Things have gone so wrong so quickly, and all you know how to do is ice him out so he canât do it to you first. But itâs not going to make this better. No matter how mean you are to him, at the root of it all you feel unloved and scared and alone and Spencer knows things about love and relationships that you donât. Heâs confusing you with all this talk of feeling differently about each other and Iâll be home tomorrow I miss you and things get complicated when one person likes the other more and letâs talk in person and will you come meet my best friend tonight. All of it leaves you motion sick and ugly crying in the fetal position.Â
All you have to get through this is who youâve always been, a little of the person youâve become, and the love you harbor for Spencer which rattles around in your chest like a nail in an empty toolbox. At the moment it hardly seems helpful. It mocks you, pointing out the pathetic hilarity of your paradox. The only person who can comfort you, the person you want more than anything, is the reason youâre so upset in the first place. But you canât help being drawn to him.Â
Maybe the love you have for Spencer is more like a magnet in a compass.Â
Even if he doesnât feel it for you, you do love Spencer. And that goes beyond just loving the parts of him that like you. To hide from that love would be a gross disservice to yourself and all the work youâve done to get here. Itâs not as if you suddenly know exactly what the answer isâbut youâre sure that hiding is the most childish, cowardly thing you could do and the furthest you could get from a resolution. Even if you canât make him love you back, you refuse to allow yourself to fizzle quietly out of his life. This relationship deserves something more than that.Â
So maybe you donât have a plan when you wipe your eyes and pick up your phone. Maybe thereâs no strategy behind your actions as you text Garcia for the bar location. But if you keep running from everything youâll never get anywhere. All you can do is show up. It seems like the next best step.Â
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The pub isnât too crowdedâbut for a Thursday night, you suppose itâs a bit busy.Â
Boot heels hooked onto the metal foot-beam of the stool youâre sitting on, elbows resting on the polished mahogany surface of the bar, youâre staring into an untouched mixed drink. Then you glance down the bar to your right, at the man whoâd bought it for you.Â
Maybe your ensemble gave him the wrong idea.Â
Coming to this gathering had required bravery, and you came armored. Your ensemble projects significantly more confidence than youâre currently feeling. It was intentional, a form of self-protectionâbut now youâre wondering if itâs projecting a little too much confidence.Â
All done up, clearly still a little rough around the edges, and sitting alone at a bar was bound to draw the wrong pairs of eyes.Â
âHey, darlinâ,â the gruff man says, approaching when you inadvertently catch his gaze. âAre you gonna drink that, or should I? Otherwise Iâm lookinâ at eleven dollars right down the drain.â
You avert your eyes, scanning the groups dotted here and there.Â
âIâm waiting for friends.â
âDoes that make a free drink less appealing?â
He takes the stool next to you, off-gassing the scent of cigarettes and leather.Â
âIâm not drinking.â
âReally? Iâve never seen a girl who looks as sad as you do come sit at the bar to stay sober.â
You frown, looking back up at the man next to you. He seems like the Hellâs Angels typeâtattooed knuckles, leather jacket, grey beard, and a weathered face thatâs clearly spent decades with the sun. Fifties, maybe younger and just looks more rugged. What does it say about how I look tonight that this is the kind of man Iâm attracting, you wonder. Maybe you look desperate and just as lonely as you feel. As he claims you do.Â
âIâm not sad.â
âAlright. Iâll take your word for it. But a happier girl wouldnât be all alone.â
âIâm waiting for friends,â you repeat, letting the words drip like venom from your tongue.Â
âIâm Randall. See? Now we're friends.â
âI donât need more friends. I like the ones I have.â
Something catches Randallâs attention long enough to catch yours. He raises his bottle vaguely, gesturing beyond your shoulder.Â
âAre those angry lookinâ guys in the suits marching right over here the friends youâre talking about?â
You turn your head, brows furrowed, and immediately see the gentlemen to whom your new pal is pointing out.Â
Spencer is storming across the bar looking close to furious (which for him, means an expression so placid it gives you chills) followed by Derek Morganâa man who youâve only seen pictures of and is even more impressive in person.Â
You hate how your breath catches, how your heart is already beating a little faster than usual at the sight of him even though youâre not exactly pleased with each other right now.Â
Suddenly the bubbles in your cocktail are once again fascinating.
âThose are the ones.â
âAnd why are they dressed for church?â
Church?
âTheyâre FBI.â
âAh. My lucky fuckinâ day.â
You almost snort.Â
âHey,â Spencer says sternly, hand settling on your back as he partially fills the small space between you and the strange man. âWhoâs this?â
You shrug, sit up a little straighter, and take a shallow breathânot because youâre scared of this man but because Spencer is suddenly so close to you and you can feel his warmth and the air bending around him and the scent of him is genuinely dizzying to you.Â
âRandall,â you exhale unenthusiastically. But the odd thing is that youâre rather grateful for Randallâs presence. Because now Spencer is here and you have no idea what youâre going to say to him.Â
âOh,â Randall says, sipping his beer unhurriedly before using it to gesture to Spencer. âYouâre the boyfriend. You know, thatâs funny, because she didnât mention a boyfriend.â
âI didnât mention anything. We werenât having a real conversation.â
Randy holds his hands up defensively, fingers still wrapped around the neck of a sweating bottle.Â
âIâm just saying itâs in-ter-esting. Not trying to start anything.â He stands, pauses for another sipâSpencer obviously isnât sure what to make of this man because he says nothing. âBut listen, man to manâyou better buy her some flowers or a real pretty fuckinâ necklace or somethinâ because a happy girl in a happy relationship does not come pout at the bar all by herself.â
âGet out of here, man,â Derek finally speaks up.Â
âYeah, yeah.â He sets his empty bottle down and fishes in his pocket for a cigarette, sticking it between his lips. âButâjust for the recordâI have a wife. I wasnât gonna do anything weird. Sometimes when youâre my age you just gotta live a little. Buy a pretty girl a drink. Piss off some Mormons, or whatever the fuck you are.â
This guy sounds like a bad Bruce Springsteen song. But part of you would almost rather hang out with Randall than be forced into a conversation youâre not prepared for with Spencer.Â
And whose fault is that, you remind yourself. You decided to come be mature. Suck it up.Â
âGoodnight,â Derek emphasizes.Â
Spencer doesnât say a word. You can feel his eyes boring smoking holes into the side of your face, and you look anywhere else. Â
âIâll be here next week after physical therapy like clockwork,â the stranger waves as he ambles awayâbut not before pointing at you. âYou enjoy that drink, friend. And donât say I didnât warn you.â
What a weird man.Â
Thereâs silence for a momentâin which Spencer refuses to stop watching you and you refuse to acknowledge that.Â
âAnd here I was thinking Spencer made you up.â Derek has a beautiful smile and a warm, charming cadence as he holds out his hand for you to shake. âIâm Derek.â
You take the proffered hand and shake, offering him a shy smile and introducing yourself in kind.Â
âHappy birthday, by the way. Sorry for crashing your party.â
Really, heâs stunning.Â
âThank you, sweetheart. And youâre not crashing anything. I told pretty boy here I wanted to meet you the second he started talking about a friend. But nah, he just wanted to talk and talk and talk about youââÂ
âAlright,â Spencer mumbles, blushing, eyes finally torn from your profile. You smile slightly, brows knitting as Derek magically melts some of the terrible tension.
âPretty boy?â
Before either of them can explain, someone shrieks in your general direction. You startle backward in your seat, and Spencer steps closer, hand sliding up your back as Penelope, JJ, and Emily join your little huddle. For only a second you allow yourself to shrink into himâbefore youâre straightening your posture like your spine is a metal rod and his touch burns. Itâs a knee-jerk defensive reaction for which you have no explanation. You canât see him, but you donât feel his hand on you again.Â
âOh my god! Look at this beautiful person who I love!â Penelope exclaims, pushing past Derek to grab your face and kiss both of your cheeks. âOh my god,â she says again, wiping sticky lipgloss away with her thumbs, âI totally meant to ask before I did that. But your face is just so kissable. Iâm so glad you decided to come!â
âHi, Penelope,â you smile half-heartedly, incapable of reciprocating her cheery mood. Fortunately, sheâs cheery enough for a standard commercial flightâs worth of people, and probably thinks of Derekâs birthday as a national holidayâso she doesnât pick up on this.Â
Emily and JJ offer you tamer although perfectly kind greetings.Â
âOoh, what are you drinking?â Emily asks, leaning closer to examine the forgotten beverage in front of you.Â
âNot that,â Spencer mutters, grabbing the glass and sliding it away from you. You give him an affronted lookâand immediately wish you hadnât, since youâre meeting his eyes for the first time since he left. His words stall for just a moment as his eyes dart between yours before heâs saying, âyou shouldnât accept a drink if you didnât watch someone make it.â
The audacity of him to be acting protective makes you scoff.Â
âThat guy didnât spike my drink. He was harmless.â
âPeople thought Ted Bundy was harmless, too.â
Itâs such a ridiculous thing to say that you donât even have a responseâyour eyes simply narrow and you shake your head. A claustrophobic silence falls over the small group.Â
âOkayâŠâ JJ murmurs. âUm, do you guys want to go check out the jukebox with me? We have to play all of the birthday boyâs favorites.â
Several enthusiastic yeses go around, but youâre too busy having a stand off with your boyfriend to take much notice.Â
Soon, itâs just the two of you.Â
âControlling isnât a good look for you,â you finally say, spinning to rest your elbows on the bar once more and studying the bottles of liquor on the shelves beyond.Â
âEvasive and avoidant isnât particularly flattering, either. I was under the impression that you had no intention of coming after that phone call earlier.âÂ
You scoff again as your blood heats. Already the conversation is going worse than youâd expectedâand your expectations were not high.Â
âDo you think the cab driver was a serial killer, too? Or maybe the bartender?â
Heâs still behind you and slightly to the sideâbut he leans down, resting his own fists on the bar right next to you and speaking lowly, directly over your shoulder.Â
âWhy donât you try speaking to me like weâre adults instead of starting meaningless arguments in order to get under my skin?â
From him, that hurts.Â
Itâs a branch on the tree of your greatest insecurityâthe fear that youâre too inexperienced with relationships and that makes you too immature and heâs been lying every time he says itâs not an issue. Because of course itâs an issue. Itâs why you fell in love with him, itâs why you donât know how to fix it, and itâs why youâre incapable of actually expressing any of your feelings to him.
âWhy do you think Iâm here right now?â you whisperâas sharp and stinging as a poison dart. âIâm trying to be a fucking adult. I donât want to be here.â
Silence.Â
âThen why did you come?â
His voice is so calm it burns like dry ice.Â
âBecause! Because you asked me to, becauseââ
You canât bring yourself to say it aloud.Â
Because Iâm obviously still in love with you and I canât just turn that off. I tried to do the right thing.Â
Instead you bury your face in your hands and let it hang in the air, unspoken. You know he knows. You just donât know why heâs acting like youâre so unreasonable for being upset.Â
âLet me make this very clear to you,â Spencer murmurs, brushing your hair away from your ear so tenderly, speaking so softly you could convince yourself that heâll say something kind. Itâs the closest heâs been in days and now that heâs here you feel how much you missed him in your bones. And even though you sense a trap, you canât help but sit up straighter. Youâll be complicit in your own undoing if it means you can have him close. His breath shakes slightly as he inhales and you brace as best you can. âNobody is forcing you to be here. You told me you werenât coming and then you decided to show up. I was ready to give you the space that you were too scared to ask me for. But I can only take responsibility for so much of what is ultimately your bad behavior and your adolescent volatility. You can only blame so much of your bad behavior on inexperience before I run out of patience because I donât find thoughtlessness and emotional immaturity compelling. I told you that if there is a disparity in the way we feel for each other, that was fine, and I meant it. But if you canât cope with how I feel about you then donât let me hold you back. I am not holding you hostage. You can leave whenever you want. So donât waste your time punishing me because you donât want to be here. And if you do want to be here, good. I want that too. But act like an adult and make a decision. My leniency has limits, even for you. I am asking that you do not push it any further than you already have.â
You donât know how long itâs been since your last breath by the time he finishes his address.
Long enough that youâre dizzy when you push away from the bar and shoulder through the throng of patrons as quickly as you reasonably can without outright running.Â
Long enough that when you burst out the door into the biting-cold night air, and finally take a deep, gasping breath, it burns and stings and aches and so does your head and your eyes as they well with hot, furious, heartbroken tears.Â
You speed-walk to the end of the block, hand clamped over your mouth to muffle your cries and all the curse words youâd love to scream.Â
Part of you knows you walked away from the bar in case he decided to try and follow youâbut when you look over your shoulder the sidewalk is empty. You shouldâve known better than to think heâd follow you after that. But at least it means you can have your breakdown by the relative safety of the bar, leaning your back against the dirty brick facade next to the entrance alcove and sliding down until your butt hits the cold concrete and you donât even care.Â
Who the fuck was that man in the bar who looked like Spencer and sounded like Spencer but spoke to you like this is all your fault, like itâs your fault you love him and he doesnât love you back, like itâs ridiculous that youâd be upset, like youâre cruel and petty for having feelings about it, about himâfor having any fucking feelings at all? And to think that was the man who you let know you more intimately than anyone ever has. Every insecurity youâd ever admitted to him was hurled back in your face like it was nothing. Hellâhe even handed you the ones youâd never mentioned. He proved every terrible thought youâve been having about yourself right.Â
How could he be so unabashedly mean to you?
Spencer doesnât have to love you. It seems clearer now than ever that he doesnât. But part of you wonders if he suffered some sort of traumatic brain injury because thatâs the only explanation for why he could go from treating you how he did before to treating you like he doesnât even like you.Â
You feel like you might throw up.Â
âCalled it,â a rasping, grumbling voice says from a few feet away.Â
You look up, and spot fucking Randall standing under a street light ten feet away, still smoking.Â
You go back to studying the tar spots on the sidewalk through bleary eyes. Pebbles sting as they press into your palms. Another one of the universeâs terrible jokes, you suppose. Just earlier youâd thought that youâd rather talk to Randall than Spencer and now here you are and here he is.Â
âThat kid as much of a dipshit punk as I thought he was?â
Hearing Spencer described as a kid and a dipshit punk is so jarring you almost stop crying.Â
âHeâs not a dipshit,â you sniff, voice thick with tears as you find yourself explaining Spencer Reid to this stranger for no reason at all. âHe has an IQ of 187. Heâs a genius.â
âAh,â he scoffs dismissively, flicking ash from his cigarette. âDipshit-ism donât discriminate. Anyone can be one. Even your genius punk boyfriend. As a recovering dipshit myself I know what the work of a fellow dipshit looks like. And this has dipshit written all over it.â
You sob harder.Â
Randall speaks calmly around his cigarette.Â
âYou know, Iâm sorry for whatever you got goinâ on. But Iâve never not been the asshole when I got a hysterical woman in front of me. Itâs nice that I can confidently say this time it is not my fault.â
The bar door opens, letting a warm burst of jovial music and chatter into the otherwise still night. Steps that are too heavy to be Spencerâs hit the concrete next to youâyou look to your left and see Derek Morgan before he looks down and sees you.Â
âHeyâyou okay out here?â
âWhy donât you go ask your Jehovahâs Witness buddy? He did this.â
Derek makes a face, locating the source of this interjection.Â
âSir, I asked you to leave her alone once and I donât appreciate being made to repeat myself. Are we clear?â
âYeah, whatever. Fuck me for making friendly conversation, I guess. Gonna have to call my wife and tell her to pick me up down the street. I donât want her on the damn phone while sheâs driving.â
Randall wanders away again, still muttering to himself and smoking. Derek watches him go, staring daggers into his back until he turns his gaze to you.Â
Goodbye, Randall, you think. Great. Now I have neither of them.Â
âHey,â he softens, crouching down to your level. âYou okay?â
You sniff, wiping your cheeks and attempting not to smudge your makeup. Itâs impossible not to feel awkwardâyou just met this guy and now heâs here trying to do emotional labor for you on his birthday.Â
âYeah, Iâm fine. This is embarrassing.â
âYou donât look fine. Can I do anything for you? Do you want some food? A drink?â
âYou really donât have toââ
âI know, I know. But lookâReid is always talking about you. Youâre important to him, and heâs important to me. Iâve never seen him this happy and Iâve known that kid a long time. It is in my best interest that someone maintain you, and if itâs not him, itâll be me. Call it a favor to him, if that makes you feel better.â Derek is sporting a slightly more modest Cheshire grin again by the end of his sentence. Listening to him speak that way about Spencer speaking about you, itâs impossible not to feel a teeny bit lighter. Even if youâre not entirely sure where you stand on all things Spencer related at the moment. âSo Iâll ask you again. Is there anything I can do for you?â
You sniff again.Â
âSure. A ginger ale or something might be good.â
âGot it. Iâll be back. And come inside if Randall tries to run up on you again, okay?â
Despite yourself you manage a laugh at the way he says the name. His warm smile flickers warmer at this. Â
âWill do.â
When Derek returns a few minutes later, the plastic cup heâs holding looks decidedly not like ginger ale.Â
âPenelope insisted that this is what you would want. I donât even know.â
You smile slightly as you take the cup, full to the brim with bubbles and thick red syrup. A cherry bobs underneath the layer of cubed ice.Â
âShirley temple,â you chuckle. âIâll take it. Thank you.â
âYouâre very welcome,â he says, flashing that brilliant smile again, and you look into your cup as you drink. Maybe your face warms just a bit. Youâre still shy around men, you realize. Especially attractive ones. And Derek Morgan definitely qualifies as attractive.Â
âSo,â he begins, and to your surprise, crouches down in front of you. âI have to be honestâI came out here in the first place because Reid sent me to check on you. But now Iâm wondering what the hell he did.â
Spencer sent him. A considerate action that would theoretically signal his care for your feelings. You take another sip, staring into space and trying to digest this information, but it only jumbles with the rest to confuse you more.Â
Of course, you donât know how to convey this to Derek in a way thatâs not overly-familiar for just having met the man, so you go with an old standby.Â
âIâm probably just overreacting.â
âUh-huh. I have sisters. I know what an overreaction looks like and if you were overreacting you wouldnât be out here hiding. Whatâd he do?â
You can only keep up the facade of emotional stability for so long. Your chin wobbles in a horribly embarrassing way and you look down again.Â
âIâm not sureâIâm not sure if he really did anything or if Iâm just being dramatic and I donât want to make him seemââ
âWhy donât you stop defending him and just tell me what he did?â Derek urges. âTrust meâI love that kid to death. But I also know he can be a dick sometimes. You donât need to worry about making him look bad in front of me.â
Part of you is glad Spencer has such a good friend on his side. And Derek is rightâSpencer is an adult. You donât need to worry about besmirching his reputation. So you take a shuddering sigh, staring into the red of your drink.Â
âHe just doesnât like me as much as I like him. Which isnât his fault, like I said, butâheâs being such an asshole about it.â
Derek pulls a face, strong eyebrows making an impression as they knit. Â
âDid he tell you that?â
âOver the phone,â you nod emphatically. âAnd just now he gave me this whole fucking speech about how immature and horrible I am for not being 100% happy about it. And maybe heâs partially right, I meanâI know people feel things differently and maybe he just was asking for more time. I worry I fucked it up so bad because I couldnât handle thatâbut at the same time he didnât say he wanted more time. He was really fucking unclear and vague about what he wanted, and he asked me to come to this bar like it was nothing when Iâve been worried he was going to break up with me all week. So yeah, I guess heâs right and I have been a bitch about it because I was upset that he didnât⊠like me as much. And I wanted him to feel bad because I was so embarrassed, and I also didnât want to act like everything was normal if he was just going to dump me, IâŠâ you realize youâve been hardcore rambling and your face heats. âI donât know.â
Thereâs a pause, and you worry youâve done exactly the thing you didnât want to, which was overshare to this man who seems like heâs significantly more normal and well-adjusted than you. You drink deeply, swallowing sugar and the rest of your words.Â
âThatâsâŠÂ bizarre. I donât mean to invalidate your feelings, but⊠that just doesnât make any sense.â
âYeah,â you scoff, projecting annoyance so you wonât start crying again. âI was confused too. I thought he really liked me.â
âNo, sweetheart, Iâm sayingâthat doesnât make sense because he does really like you. Really, really likes you, more than Iâve ever seen him like someone before. I mean, last week I finally finished that Tesla biography heâs been on my ass about for months and when I told him, all he wanted to do was talk about your thoughts on it. And then it wasnât even about the book anymore. I have never, ever seen Reid pass up an opportunity to talk about Nikola Tesla. Iâm talking never in my life. He finds a way to make every conversation about you. I canât even follow the connections sometimes but he always finds a way.â
Your nose wrinkles.Â
âSorry youâve had to hear so much about me,â you mumble. Though youâre not really sorry. It feels good. A twinge of joy in all the murk.Â
âIâm not. Like I said, Iâve known Spencer for a long time and Iâve never seen him this happy. Iâm not about to let him fuck it up.â
âIf I make him so happy then why did he tell me we donât feel the same?â you whisper, reaching into the puddle of syrup and ice at the bottom of your now empty cup.Â
âIs that exactly what he said?â Derek asks, after a long pause. You bite the maraschino cherry off the stem and nod morosely, grinding a long-gone strangerâs cigarette butt with your boot just to crush something. Thereâs another beat of silence. âAlright. You know what I think?â
You raise your head to meet his gaze, your own wide-eyed and expectant.Â
âI think you two need to have an honest conversation. Youâre both confused and hurtingâI promise Spencer is feeling it too. If you talk to him he wonât be unkind to you.â
âHe already was,â you admit.Â
âI apologize if Iâm out of line here, but you just told me youâve been icing him out all week because you want him to feel bad. Iâm willing to bet you donât realize how sharp these claws are.â Derek grabs your hand as he says it and you marvel at how much he is the opposite of you. Everything he does and says seems so natural and reasonable and charming even if it would piss you off from anyone elseâand you just met the guy. You can see why Spencer and Penelope speak so highly of him. âI think youâve probably both had your moments these past few days. But that doesnât mean neither of you deserve any more chances.â
He puts your hand back on your knee and pats it.Â
âBesides, Spencerâs not good at mean. I bet heâs inside worrying himself sick over whatever dumb shit he said to you. Heâs probably hyperventilating as we speak.â
âIt was really out of character for him,â you concede.Â
âYeah. Heâll be apologizing for a long while. It will get annoying. But he sure as hell wonât be doing it again, I can tell you that much. If he does, let me know. Emily and I will whoop his ass and call it a fitness evaluation.â
âI think thatâll be unnecessary,â you laugh thickly, pulling your sleeve over your hand and wiping away the few tears that havenât quite dried. âBut thank you.â
âAnytime. Now, itâs my birthday, and as a grown man I should not be getting involved in someone elseâs relationship drama. I was supposed to be on the dance floor a while ago.â His tone is so warm and sugary by the time he finishes it could rot his perfect grin. Itâs futile to hide the way your mouth twists into a reluctant smile as you look down and fix your hairâpraying he canât tell how fazed you are by his kindness. âYouâre going to talk to him, right?â
âIâllâyeah. Right,â you say quietly. But the sinking feeling in your stomach knows itâs a thing easier said than done.Â
âGood,â Derek grunts, taking your empty cup before pushing himself back up to his feet and offering you a hand. âDo you want me to send him out here or do you want to come find him inside?â
You balk.
âLikeâright now? I have to talk to him now?â
Before he can give you an answer you think youâd rather not have, the bar door is opening. From your spot you canât see who it is right away, but Derek turns over his shoulder and does a double take before looking back at you.Â
Spencer steps out onto the sidewalk, eyes scanning for until he realizes youâre a few feet shorter than usual. Sitting on a filthy public walkway is probably his worst nightmare, you realize, as you scramble to your feet and dust the crumbs of concrete from your palms against the back of your cold jeans. He begins to say your name, and it sounds like relief and regret, but you stop him.Â
âI have to go wash my hands.â
Itâs monotonous and mumbled and comes out too quickly but you donât have time to worry about that as you brush past both of the men on your way back into the bar, making an immediate beeline for the bathroom.Â
Your face burns with anxiety as you shut the door behind you, immediately drowning in the yellowish lighting which is so harsh but seems to illuminate almost nothing. Who paints a bathroom red? Itâs suffocating. You feel like youâre inside an aorta.Â
Water runs cool over your hands as you sniffle, rinsing the bits of dirt from red indents made by pebbles and things, and the soap is too floral and powdery but you wash twice anyway. Maybe youâll just stay in here and wash your hands forever.Â
Thereâs a light knock on the shiny wooden door and it makes you jump. Your name is muffled from the other side.Â
âYou in there?âÂ
Quickly you wipe under your reddened eyes in the mirror, trying to fix the slightly smudged makeup.Â
The door opens when you donât respond, and thereâs Spencer, looking weary and tense all at once. Is that your fault?
âHey,â you sniff, trying to effect casualness, but it comes out too quickly and your posture is too stiff. Under his all-seeing gaze you cross and uncross your arms, look at him and look away. Your hands end up in your pockets. Heâd say crossed arms are a sign of self-soothing.Â
âHey.â His is more measured, and of course makes you feel embarrassed in comparison. The door swings shut behind him as he enters the small room and makes it feel that much smaller. âAre you⊠hiding from me in here?â
Yes.Â
The graffitied toilet stalls to your left suddenly look fascinating.Â
âNope. Just washing my hands.â
This is not what Derek told you to do, you scold yourself internally. Stop being so scared. Be honest with him.Â
Silence rings. All the brutally honest things youâd like to say choke you until your throat hurts and your eyes get hot. Yet again you feel like a stupid little girl whoâs too emotional to communicate.Â
You cross your arms. Itâs an indulgence you feel youâre owed.Â
Spencer says your name again and itâs too much. He never says it this often. When he does it feels good but now itâs too formal, makes you too aware of your own inadequacy, and how he must be seeing youâa wraith of a girl in a dingy bar bathroom with clammy hands and smudged eyeliner, practically shaking with fear under an unforgiving light. Someone who is too scared and much too sensitive.Â
Spencer attempts to speak again.Â
âWhat I said before, it wasââ
âCan you just take me home?âÂ
It comes out on one exhalation and seems to stall him with all the effectiveness of a slap to the face.Â
You donât know where it comes from, either.Â
Easier said than done, youâd thought a few moments ago. All the bravery Derek had tried to instill in you is gone, swallowed down the drain like soap scum. And now youâre choosing to let your fear winâbecause at least thatâs a known quantity. The fear will never reject you. It will always be waiting with open arms.Â
Too scared.Â
The end feels imminent. You try to press yourself back together, fingernails biting into palms, trying to make something feel more tangible than the terrible knowingness that youâre careening toward an end which was supposed to be a beginning. Itâs stifling and you wonder if Spencer is breathing it too.Â
You canât look at his face, but you watch him pocket his hands in his pants and there is so much impossible space between you in such a tiny room.Â
âYeah. I can.â
Something breaks. Itâs small, and without fanfare. But it feels final.Â
Itâs just a ride home. Just a ride home.Â
Thatâs all you have left, and you donât know how you know it but you do.Â
Something so important is being left in this stupid, dingy bathroom. Something that was at one point beautiful and shiny and so arrogant in its newness that it seemed it would never become ugly. And now youâre abandoning it without dignity on the chipped tile floor and in the cobwebs on the walls. It was bigger than you, it was youâand now itâs going to be nothing.Â
A vehicle honks on the street. A boisterous group laugh explodes somewhere beyond the door. Water drips from a faucet.Â
âIâll⊠Iâll bring my car around.â
âOkay.â
But he just stands there for another moment. Like he canât get himself to move.Â
If only time would freeze before he could walk away.Â
But it doesnât.Â
He sucks in a decisive breath.Â
âOkay,â he murmurs.Â
Itâs that fucking phone call all over again.Â
Then he spins on his heels and leaves you there.
Your time is up.Â
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part 5.5
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KILLSHOT!
re4r!fuckboy leon x fuckgirl reader
word count: 5.9k
summary: Leon is only really a fuckboy because of some sort of childhood trauma thing. He doesnât want to be forgotten, growing up ugly isnât something he wanted to be remembered by so when he got his glow up he obviously used his looks to his advantage. But what happens when he starts to hear another name other than his own making rounds, everyone is raving about this person and Leon doesnât like this. Is he jealous of them? Or is he actually jealous he hadnât gotten to experience it yet?
tags/warnings: Minors DNI! Smut, 18+. Complicated emotions, slight mask kink, using of drugs, drugs mentioned, alcohol slightly mentioned, college ditzy bimbo talking, fingering, cowgirl, praise, characters from other franchises mentioned, halloween party, stalking-ish.. not proof read
A/N: hello! i have not been active in a few months oh my gosh.. literally sickening but life is literally sickening in itself? so.. but anyways, i had this idea strike me and itâs taken so long for me to punch it out because i kept changing the plot and rewriting and deleting shit because i didnât like it. sue me! but yeah i forced myself to sit and write all day, so if some of the plot is not consistent i apologize! i actually got slight inspiration from pawgleon.. like the way the characters speak. i think she portrays bimbo and ditzy talk very well! (this is me partaking in kinktober)
Songs! ^^
Killshot (Slowed + Reverb) - Magdalena Bay
Rehab - Brent Faiyaz
Yummy - Ayesha Erotica
Like a Dream - Thomas LaRosa
Poison- Brent Faiyaz
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Leonâs always made a name for himself ever since Junior year in highschool. He had been considered ugly up until that point, had a bunch of acne (just like a normal growing teenager would), wore glasses, and his voice was still a little high-pitched because his balls had yet to drop. So what? Most boys are late bloomers! Definitely nothing to be insecure about.
He got picked on a lot and all the girls he liked never liked him back, always made fun of him whenever they could and called him a weird freak. But that all changed one summer when he got back to school for the new year.
He had gained a skincare routine, traded his glasses for contact lenses, and even started working out. It made him feel good about himself and it gave him the confidence to say fuck you to everyone else.
When he strolled into school however, it proved to be different almost immediately.
Here he was thinking he would have to defend himself again this year but people actually seemed to like him, girls he had never spoken to in his life started coming up to him. All pretty and perky too.
Now all of the sudden everyone wanted to fuck him and he was overjoyed. He quickly lost his virginity not even a month into starting the new school year, it took him a long while to perfect his craft but soon he got pretty good at knowing a womanâs body, men too.
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A few years later and now heâs in college with a reputation of being a fuckboy. It wasnât a bad thing for him, considering the fact that he was able to get out the pent up stress college applied onto him.
Leon always got to pick his fruit of the night daily, sometimes even more than once a day. He didnât have to worry about girls trying to get into relationships with him because of his reputation, one, and two, he was always up front about how he didnât want to date anyone.
He was 1000% sure that if someone could be labeled as best fuck/hookup he would qualify for first every single time.
Well thatâs what he originally thought until he started hearing another name going around, almost as often as his own. He was curious about who this person was, he wondered if they were as good as him for this many people to be buzzing about them.
It only took him a couple of minutes asking around before he found out the full name of the person and what class they were in. Surprisingly they were in the morning class of the same lesson that Leon took except his was more in the afternoon.
No wonder they havenât crossed paths. No worries, heâs sure that a person like him must be cool enough to become friends with.
Oh how wrong he was.
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You had a decent up bringing growing up, didnât struggle academically and you werenât bad looking but you werenât good looking either. Just plain. No one paid much mind to you in middle school.
It was completely fine with you, no drama, no names to remember, and no one to pick on you. You could honestly say you enjoyed it.
No one bothered you up until you hit puberty, you noticed almost immediately that people started treating you differently. It was strange at first, getting used to everyone trying to butter you up for one thing only.
You didnât see much of an issue because you didnât care, you didnât see virginity as a big deal either. Now you werenât a hoe or passed around, you just had sexual relations with whomever.
You were pretty ecstatic about going to college you had aspirations and dreams, that dream job wasnât going to be easy. You needed to have a proper education and a little experience in that field before you even tried.
It was also well known in college that you get to sleep around with whoever you want and receive no consequences.
But never raw, you definitely werenât trying to get pregnant before your life properly started. You applauded the women who did have babies this early in life and still make something of themselves but you could barely take care of yourself on a daily let alone a whole other little human.
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You sat there in the middle row of the lecture, bored out of your mind. You stared at the chalkboard and occasionally glanced down at your notebook to doodle or something to make it appear you were paying attention. It was just an extra class you were forced to do for extra credits before the end of the semester.
Leon on the other hand was sat in the back row of that same class, he somehow managed to weasel his way into the same extracurricular as you so he could spy on you, a feeling of unease brewing in his belly as he watched you.
He didnât trust you, he didnât think you were a whore. Thatâs kinda hypocritical of him but he was put off by your presence. Maybe a little bit jealous of you and how you managed to make a name for yourself. It was almost like he was challenging you mentally. A challenge you yourself wasnât even aware of.
He glanced up at the clock when he noticed people getting up, he collected his stuff immediately and quietly followed behind you. Leon felt like he was being a bit stalker ish but he wanted answers. Plus itâs not like he was doing it to be a pervert.
He watched as you met up with some friends to go study in the library, obviously he was still shadowing you from afar. His nose shoved inside a book in the far corner in the library but close enough to spy on you from a distance.
He didnât gain much information, you were hard working with a flirtatious personality, it was kind of hard for him to gather anything from this. But he overheard you and your friends talking about going to a party, his head perked up a bit like a dog smelling a delicious treat.
He wasnât sure why but he felt this strange feeling wash over him, could he confront you there? But why was he trying to confront you? In all honesty he wasnât sure, he just knew that he was jealous and scared that he would become a nobody again.
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You and your friends spoke happily about the most random stuff, like who got who pregnant, followed by did you see this new show? The topics never truly stayed on one solid one unless the whole group had a deep connection to it.
So it didnât surprise you that a party happening later that night was mentioned. âItâs a costume party?â You asked curiously and your friend chuckled and nudged you with her elbow. âOh my god, like yeah. Obviously. Itâs halloween.â Ashley giggled and the rest of them did too.
âThatâs so lame.â You murmured, twirling your pencil around in your hand. âLike.. this is the start of a bad hallmark movie or something.â You said as your lips pulled up into a thin line.
Your friends shrugged and they obviously knew you would go anyways, you glanced around the library per usual. Something you did just as a random habit and you spotted someone looking at you.
You frowned a bit as you watched the guy look away and bury his face back in his book. How strange? âWhat a weirdo.â Your friend, Jill, spoke up and it startled you a bit. âHuh?â You turned back to her and she stared at the guy before looking back at you.
âDo you know him?â She asked and you shook your head no. âYeah.. I thought so. He kept glancing over here and I thought it was all in my head.â Jill mumbled softly as if to keep it between the both of you. With a nod of agreement from you Jill joined back into the conversation.
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Leon on the other hand was burning red in embarrassment, you had looked right at him and made a face. Now he looked creepy. He should just leave the library now or something, anything! But he stayed glued to his seat, straining his ears to eavesdrop on your table.
After a while he watched you all get up and leave, he sighed softly and pinched the bridge of his nose. âNice going, Kennedy. Youâve outdone yourself and now you look like a creep.â He muttered in annoyance.
He quickly packed his stuff up and exited the library, shooting his friends a quick text before heading towards his dorm. He needed a Halloween costume now.
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Halloween shopping didnât take long for your group of friends. All of you got ready in Claireâs dorm because it was spacious and she was the one who got the best one because rumor had it her brother fucked one of the deans for special privileges and Claire used it as blackmail for herself.
Everyone in that dorm knew it was far from the truth, she was just a good student and because of that she got special treatment alongside Chris.
Ashley was busy doing her makeup when she looked over at you who was staring at the costume you had got. âYou okay?â She asked and you turned around to look at her. It was obvious to everyone she would go as Harley Quinn. It suited her. Is what you thought before responding.
âIâm questioning if this is too much.â You responded and Jill perked up. âDefinitely not. Itâs actually beneficial because itâll probably be super hot at that party so the less clothes the better.â She murmured mindlessly as she put on her realistic wig..
Ashley and Claire glanced over at Jill before bursting out in a fit of giggles. âThis is why we keep Jill on a high pedestal. Sheâs like super smart and pretty. Itâs a two for one.â Ashley grinned and you chuckled softly.
Claire slung her arm over your shoulder and tugged you close. âBesides youâll be matching with me, and yâknow if someone bothers you and you donât want them Chris will stand up for us.â She pinched your cheek gently and you swatted her hand away with a whine.
âFine, you have a point.â You relented with raised hands as if you surrender. Claire smiled and grabbed her costume to change into.
Ashley put her hair up into two pigtails and grabbed the spray of temporary hair dye. âSo.. Luis is going to be there.â She beamed, and everyone in the room rolled their eyes. âAshley, you are such a simp for him.â Claire huffed and you and Jill nodded in agreement.
âOkay well itâs not my fault okay! Itâs gotta be his stupid accent.â Ashley grumbled softly, pouting as she did so. When she turned around after staring at the vanity mirror for so long she smiled seeing everyone in their costumes.
Jill is Tiffany Valentine from the Chucky franchise, Ashley is Harley Quinn from the DC franchise, Claire is Starfire, and you are Raven.
You purse your lips as you hold the cape up between your fingertips. âYou know for the longest time I had no idea what she was saying.â You admitted and everyone but Jill agreed. âYou didnât watch it with subtitles?â She laughed and you shook your head no with a grin.
âI thought she was just speaking gibberish.â You said and it just made everyone laugh harder as they gathered their things to get ready to leave. âYeah because they would make one of their main characters speak gibberish everytime she used her powers.â Claire teased and you turned red with embarrassment but also laughter as you all walked out the door.
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Leon on the other hand was pre gaming in his dorm room with his friends, Carlos, Chris, and Luis. âDude you know how many hot chicks are going to be there?â Chris murmured as he slipped into a brown jacket, pulling gloves onto his hands while searching for his Jason Vorhees mask.
âI'm definitely scoring tonight.â Carlos said as he messed with his hair, a soft hum leaving his lips. Leon shrugged, not very interested in hooking up with anybody. He was more interested in trying to one up you.
Luis sat next to Leon on the couch and stared at him for a second. âÂżQuĂ© pasa, Sancho?â He asked, tilting his head at the blonde who seemed to be anxious. âNothing. Just.. thinking. I guess.â He replied, rubbing his nape.
Luis cocked his eyebrow up and narrowed his eyes at Leon suspiciously. âWell, whatever it is. Iâm here if you wanna talk.â He assured, placing his hand on Leonâs shoulder. Leon nodded and grabbed his Ghostface mask.
âAre we all ready?â Chris asked as Carlos was putting on his gloves with fake claws on them. He had the signature Freddy Krueger colors on while Luis had the iconic blue jumpsuit and Michael Myers mask. Once everyone was ready they set off to the party, Leon swallowed anxiously under his mask.
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The first thing you were met with when you entered the frat house was a mess, a mess of drunk and high people. You made a face at the smell of sweat and sex filling the air. Have some decorum people. You grimaced as you were dragged through the party.
Somehow ending up in the living room with everyone in your friend group. âThey have coke! Oh my gosh, Iâve like totally wanted to try it.â Ashley beamed and grabbed you. âCâmon letâs all do a line, whenâs the next time youâll be offered coke or something. Weâll be all old with wrinkles.â Ashley whined, trying to convince Claire and Jill who sighed and reluctantly agreed.
âOkay but doesnât this like burn?â You questioned.
âWhat? Like Molly?â Ashley raised her eyebrow.
âNoâLike doesnât it burn your nostrils?â You raised an eyebrow back at her.
Jill sighed and picked up a straw that was on the table along with random lines of coke on the glass surface while you and Ashley argued over something as tedious as whether itâll go down smoothly.
Claire followed in pursuit of Jill and did a line too, squeezing her eyes shut as she sniffled. âJeez, that shit is strong..â She muttered as she pinched her nostrils, Jill nodded heavily in agreement.
âI forgot youâre the fucking coke queen of America. Thatâs my bad.â You huffed softly.
Ashley rolled her eyes and went to reach for a straw for you only to see Claire and Jill holding them. âYou guys did it without us!!â She complained and you just sighed.
âAsh, we can just do a line right now.â You murmured which seemed to calm her down enough to keep her tantrum at bay. She holds your hand and leans down in sync with you as you both snorted a line.
At the same time you both did, Leon and his goon squad arrived at the party and everyone started cheering. Garnering the attention of all of you kneeled at the table.
You wiped away the residue on your nose and sniffled, narrowing your eyes at Leon for a second as he put on his Ghostface mask and his face was hidden again. He looked.. familiar.
You tried to ponder where you saw him at, but you just shrugged it off. Whatever. Probably nowhere.
Jill glanced over at Chris a few times while Claire was eyeing Carlos. Ashley immediately bounced up and was about to scurry over to Luis. You grabbed onto her wrist before she could run off.
âAshley! Are you seriously ditching us for Luis?â You stared at her, trying to gauge her reaction.
âWhat? NooâI would definitely not. âM just being friendly. Iâll totally come back.â She replied in her usual manner, which gave away that she was lying. You reluctantly let her go and she scurried off.
You sighed heavily as you watched Claire and Jill give each other a knowing look. âYou guys too?!â You groaned out and they gave you a sheepish smile. âWeâll come back, we have our phones on sound and weâll all go home together.â Jill assured, placing her hand on your thigh.
âYou guys hate me.â You frowned with a slight pout and Claire pressed a kiss to your cheek. âPinky promise weâll come back.â She whispered and you took her pinky in your own. âOkay. Promise.â You sighed out.
Then you watched Claire and Jill disappear, probably to go curl up with Chris and Carlos. You werenât very amused, the only reason you came was to hang out with them but Leon and his stupid friends came and ruined it.
Whatever. Least you had some entertainment, the coke on the table and the promise of alcohol.
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Leon smirked as he entered the party, he knew he was hot shit. But that lingering fear that he would be some name in the past still brewed within him. Which is why he agreed to tag along. The only question was where were you?
He sauntered deeper into the party with his friends until one by one they were plucked away by girls he recognized from your friend group. He pursed his lips beneath his mask, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he glanced around.
Itâs as if fate itself had its way of showing itself as you stumbled into the kitchen, not dressed in much. His eyes widened in surprise as you walked to the punch bowl that was probably spiked by now and got yourself a cup of juice.
He watched from the corner of his eye in awe as you licked the rim of the cup to clean the few drops of juice you got on the side of the cup. He gulped and chastised himself, no he wasnât supposed to be staring at you like some lovesick maniac. He was trying to prove himself tonight.
He would plow through so much pussy tonight it would leave you behind in the dust. Or at least thatâs what he hoped.
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As the night lingered on you got more wasted to forget about the fact you got ditched for some dick. You couldnât say you were surprised and honestly you were contemplating getting laid. But there was something uneasy about tonight.
Every room you slowly made your way into you saw some guy in the Ghostface costume making out with some girl, borderline groping each other over their clothes. At first you thought it was different guys until you got a good look at the face of the man behind the mask twice to realize it was the same guy with different girls each time. Weirdo. Is all you thought but you were smart enough to remember some guys have a game to see who can get the most kisses, hook ups, blowjobs in one night.
Leon on one hand was shocked each time you walked past him like it was nothing, like you just didnât care. He was sure he could fuck some girl in front of everyone and you wouldnât pay them any mind. What the hell?
With a growl he was determined to get your attention somehow, it didnât even register that he was doing all this for your attention. His body reacting on pure instinct as he broke away from the kiss with the girl. A brief apology as he excused himself. Chasing after you as you drunkenly stumbled back to the kitchen.
He stood at a distance watching you rummage through the fridge. âAll my friends hate me, oh my god.â You mumbled under your breath as you found nothing to satisfy your hungry belly. A soft pout on your expression until some guy pressed up against you from behind.
You paused for a second before you stood up straight and turned around to see some random guy in a batman costume staring down at you. âUhm, hello.â You say as he leans down to inspect your costume. âOh okay. Just go on aheadââ
âRaven? From Teen Titans?â He asked as his eyes met your own again.
âOh yeah, my friend and I dressed as Raven and Starfire.â You slurred a bit as he rubbed his thumb over your chin. âOhâHellooo.â You giggled as the guy placed his other hand on your hip.
âWeâre from the same franchise. I think your costume looks really cool.. Iâm Brandonâ He uttered softly, leaning down to brush his lips against yours and you eagerly reciprocated, whispering your own name into the kiss. You had plans starting to form in your head to go back with this guy to his dorm and hook up with him.
Well, you did at least plan to leave with him. But no way in hell was Leon going to let that happen. He stormed over, his angry expression hidden behind the Ghostface mask, he cleared his throat and tugged you away from the guy.
He glanced between you and the guy in his stupid batman costume. When he realized what he had done he immediately lied on the spot, blurting the first name of your friend that came to mind. âAshley! ErmâAshley asked if you could come help her with something.â
You blinked a few times as you processed what was said, realizing that the guy behind the Ghostface costume must know Ashley, which didnât surprise you. âOh.â
You bit on your bottom lip and glanced at Brandon. âSorry. My friend needs me.â You replied and latched onto Leonâs arm. âLead the way.â You hiccuped.
Leon immediately walked off with you, feeling a sense of pride at the knowledge he ruined that moment for you. Yet when he looked down at your face you didnât seem to mind, in fact you seemed more worried about your friend.
Leon guided you out the party, letting the fresh air overcome him and you. He didnât realize how hot it was inside until he stepped outside with you.
âWait. She left the party?â You stopped in your tracks and gently tugged on Leonâs arm.
âWhat?â He said, confusion laced in his tone before he remembered the lie he uttered. âOh yeahâyeah. She uhm, left to go with him but she told him to tell me you needed her.â
You didnât seem to question him any further, which was a relief for him because he wasnât sure how much more he could lie as he guided you back to the dorms. More specifically his.
What the fuck am I doing?
Why did I care so much that she was going to kiss some random dude?
Why am I taking her back to my dorm?
I shouldâve been on my fourth hook up tonight and yet I havenât touched any naked body yet.
Leonâs mind raced as he unlocked the door and guided you inside, closing the door behind him and locking it as you called out for Ashley.
âAshley! Ugh I swear if itâs not something important and you made me miss out on the opportunity to get laid Iâm gonna murder you!â You groaned out as you stumbled in your platformed boots; which in theory are horrible to wear while being wasted.
Leon pulled his mask off and tossed it onto his couch, wiping the sweat from his brow before he followed after you, grabbing hold of your wrist to turn you around towards him gently.
âEw your hands are like.. gross and sweaty.â You made a face of disgust and his nose scrunched up in annoyance.
âOkay thatâs a bit rude.â He huffed and looked at you, he would finally be able to see you for you at this moment. It suddenly hit him.
Youâre not competition, obviously not if youâre not bragging about your hook up to him, rather your friend who definitely isnât here.
Hell, youâre just a girl. A girl who heâs jealous of for no reason.
A girl whoâs.. really fucking pretty?
His eyes widened as he came to the realization that it wasnât anger at being replaced, it wasnât jealousy of hearing your name being uttered time and time again instead of his.
No, that's stupid. Iâll see if sheâs really as good as everyone says she is. He was determined to see what was so special about you.
Your nose scrunched up as if mimicking his own expression as you could see different emotions ran across his face. âUhm hello?ââ You went to wave your hand in front of his eyes when he tightened his grip on you and pulled you in for a kiss with force. Such force that you stumbled.
A quick lie running out of his mouth smoothly as he cupped your face in his hands. âI lied, Ashley didnât call you here.. I just have such a big crush on you and didnât know how to express it.â He breathed out as your tongue ran over his bottom lip.
You, to his surprise, didnât fight back or protest the kiss. You seemed to encourage it more than anything.
âReally?â
âYeah.â
âThatâs kinda sly of you..â You remarked as you pulled back from the kiss, your lipstick smeared on his soft plump ones. You brought your thumb up to his bottom lip and wiped away as much as you could.
âSo whatâs your name you big stud.â You teased in a drunken tone, Leon bit his bottom lip and ducked down to capture your lips again. âLeon.â He muttered into the kiss, slowly guiding you to his room with careful steps.
He could tell you were getting tired of how slow he was moving so he patted your thigh to encourage you to hop up. Once you did he grabbed the back of your legs and held you firmly against him, your lips not parting from his own as he stumbled into his bedroom.
He dropped you down onto the bed and finally pulled away. âI have to turn on the lamp..â He mumbled quietly as he reached off to the side to flick the light on. The moonlight helped to illuminate the parts of the room the light didnât reach fully.
When he looked down at you he felt his heart rate increase. âFuck.â He cursed and you just smiled at the sight above you.
You reached your hand up to move his hair out of his face. âWhat? Think Iâm pretty or something?â You asked and he nodded, a soft giggle leaving your precious lips.
So precious. He thought as he pressed his left palm above your head against the bed while his other hand came up to cup and fondle your breast above your costume.
You managed to kick your boots off somehow, leaning back against the bed comfortably. âWell thatâs sweet of you. I think youâre quite handsome.â You replied as your hair laid spread out behind you.
Leon hesitated for a second, what does he do now? Heâs been hooking up with people for awhile now and for once in his life heâs stunned on what to do next. He opens his mouth to speak but all that comes out is a soft moan as you drag his hand up to your mouth to suck on his thumb.
âHah.. youâre good at that hm?â He cooed, pressing his thumb down against your tongue. With a soft hum from you he adjusted the way he was hovering above you so he could use both hands instead of one.
He dragged his left hand down your torso right down to your pussy, he could feel the heat radiating off of such an intimate part of you. This made his cock throb with want as he pushed the crotch of your costume to the side.
âI guess this costume is pretty much easy access..â He spoke his inner thoughts aloud, watching you blush beneath his watchful gaze before his fingertip brushed against your clit.
You mewled softly and brought your hands up to paw at his chest, wanting his costume off but he clicked his tongue. âPatience. Good things come to those who wait.â He scolded you lightly and gave you a shit eating grin as you frowned.
âYouâre like a delicacy.â He explained, rubbing his middle and ring finger through your folds before prodding them against your hole. âYou must be handled with care.â He punctuated his words by shoving his fingers inside of you.
You gasped and your back arched off the bed a little. âO-Oh fuck. That feels good.. your fingers are so thick.â You whimpered around his thumb, he snickered softly and pulled his thumb away from your mouth, pressing the wet digit against your clit to rub hard and fast circles against the sensitive little bud while his other hand moved in tandem by fucking his fingers in and out of you.
A slick squelching sound resounding through the room followed by lewd moans coming from you. Who wouldâve thought having sex while being high on coke made everything feel ten times better?
âLeon.â You whined softly as your walls clenched down tightly around his fingers. âYouâre gânna make me cum..â
Leon just shrugged and leaned down to nip at your neck. âAnd? Thatâs what you want, right baby?â He whispered directly in your ear, sucking on your earlobe. He let out a low chuckle as you cried out a soft yes.
He doubled down on his efforts and you swore you saw stars, definitely. You squealed softly as your orgasm crashed down onto your body like a truck, your cheeks and the tips of your ears turning red and hot with arousal.
âThereâs we go. Thatâs my girl.â He lapped at the pulse point on your neck as you settled down from your high, he took the opportunity to strip himself of his clothes but not before getting a taste of what he was going to be indulging in.
He brought his fingers up to his mouth and swirled his tongue around his own digits, sighing softly as he tasted the sweet essence that he had coaxed out of you.
âGod. That shits perfect.â Leon bit his bottom lip as he began to remove his clothes, eyeing you hungrily as his cock sprung up into view.
You mumbled something before sitting up on your elbows, your mouth almost instantly watering at the sight of his dick. âWoah.â You blinked a few times before reaching out to touch.
Accidentally grabbing it too hard made Leon hiss in pleasure. âGod damn. Easy baby.â He groaned out, and you winced out a soft apology, letting him guide your hand to be the perfect pressure and pace for him to get off on.
âWait..â You said suddenly which made Leon pause, staring down at you questioningly. âCan you get your uh.. the mask.â You asked coyly, twirling a strand of your hair around your finger slyly as it registered what you wanted in his head.
âSure thing.â He chuckled and patted your cheek, disappearing for a second before returning with the mask on his head. You grinned wickedly as he stood near the edge of his bed.
âHow do I lookââ He was cut off by you yanking him down onto the bed, straddling him as you smirked. âIâm gonna absolutely ravish you.â You sighed out softly, having already removed your clothes when he stepped out the room.
Leon was quite stunned at the 360 shift in attitude. You were just crying on his fingers a few seconds ago and now youâre practically pinning him down. He placed his hands on your thighs, gently rubbing his thumbs against your soft skin.
âYeah? What if I want to ravish you?â He retorted and you leaned down to press your bare chest against his own, âYou could try.â You slurred quietly, but as the hours went on the more you slightly sobered up.
âGuess Iâll have to try super hard then.â He whispered softly as he grabbed his cock, rubbing the tip of it through your folds with a soft hum. You bit your bottom lip as you eventually sank down on him, the two releasing a soft moan in sync with each other.
It didnât take long for Leon to start bouncing you on his cock as you rode him with an eager pace, it seems the mask was doing things for you that you yourself werenât even aware would do.
The wet sounds between the two resounding through the room as skin on skin slapping against each other blended into the mix. âFuck, youâre so tight.. ân wet.. ân warm.â He whined, fingers digging into your plush thighs as he bucked his hips up into you.
You nodded in acknowledgment. Your eyes fluttered shut as you could feel that coil in your gut tightening with each thrust and bounce. You knew you were close and so did Leon. âIâm almost there.â He panted out, gulping beneath the mask which was starting to prove to be extremely hot. He was sure he had sweat all over his face and head, if he was to remove the mask he was 99% sure that his hair would be thoroughly damp.
Yet if he could get girls to ride him as crazy and as good as you do he would wear it for every hookup encounter he ever had.
You reached your hands up to start punching and twisting your nipples, fondling your tits to tease him. He grunted loudly as he watched you with bated breath. âFuck, keep playing with yourself like that. Touch that pretty little clit of yours too.â He gritted out as you did so, causing your walls to clamp down tightly around his cock.
Your jaw dropped as his cock brushed against that spongy spot inside of you that never failed to give you chills. âI-I canât hold it..â You cried out, hand still moving quickly against your clit. Leon could see your chest rising and falling quickly and he was just a few seconds away from spilling his own seed.
âI know. W-Where do you want it?â He uttered aloud, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back against his bed. âMm. Inside, please.â You whined, bucking your hips eagerly.
Leon's eyes shot open and his head shot up to stare at you. âFuck.. thatâs so hot. Are you sure?â He was a bit nervous and didnât want to cum inside of you if you werenât 100% sure.
With an eager nod you spoke once more. âYes! God, please! Inside of me, Leon.â You insisted, throwing your head back in pleasure as he thrusted a couple more times before pulling your hips flush against his own, he came before you did and it only took a few quick rubs from you before your orgasm hit you once more.
You practically collapsed on top of him with a heavy breath, resting your head on his chest as he moved his hands up to pull the mask off, finally being free of the sweaty contraption. He wrapped both his arms around you as his cock started to soften within your warm wet walls.
Fuck. He had to admit that the people were right about you being a good fuck.
Especially when you looked up at him with that soft smile but your eyes told a different story as you wiggled your hips a bit, itâs as if he didnât even start to soften to begin with as he was fully hard within seconds.
Guess he was in for a long night, just as long as you donât hear the incessant buzzing coming from your phone that was discarded on his nightstand haphazardly from your friends.
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twenty something ( k. bakugo x reader, established relationship, just soft and pure vibes, down bad bakugo ) ( it was my bday on friday and i wanted to write something short and sweet, self indulgent for sure )
You didnât care for birthdays.
You had never made a huge fuss over your own, anyway.
The last birthday party you remember having was back when you were still obsessed with fairy princesses and only spoke in broken sentences, likely only five.
Since then, it had really only ever been small dinners and hardly any presents. Your family never really had the means to do anything huge and you told yourself you never minded, that all you ever cared for was the acknowledgment of the day. And that was never skipped or glanced over, there was never a lack of love and you always felt grateful for another year.
It was true, you did feel that way and after the war those feelings only grew. You were more appreciative than ever, even more so for all the new friends and loved ones in your life.
Your boyfriend, Katsuki, especially.
And though you werenât expecting anything, your boyfriend had other ideas. Heâd come over the night before to make you dinner and give you a few gifts heâd gotten you. You swooned over his attention to detail, he cooked your favorite meal and got you things he knew youâd love.
âKatsukiâŠâ
âI know.â He sighed,âYou might not wanna accept it, I know how you are, you think itâs too much, but Iâm not returning it.â
He stood up, walking behind you and pulling the intricately detailed locket from the box you had just opened, he unclasped it and moved your hair aside to secure it onto your neck,âOpen it.â
You listened, opening the locket and feeling your heart swell.
Your boyfriend had not only gone through the trouble to get both your initials engraved on the back of the necklace, but heâd already gone ahead and selected two of your favorite pictures. One was just your favorite photo of him and the second was one of you two together from the first date youâd gone on together. Itâd taken you so long to convince him to take that picture with you and as a result was now one of your favorites.
âThank you, my love.â You looked up and kissed his cheek,âI love it very much.â
âJust thought you should have something, just in caseâŠâ
You gave him a look,âWe donât think like that, love, but I appreciate the sentiment you were going for and Iâll cherish it, thank you.â
âYouâre welcome, baby.â He gave you a small smile,âAlright, you can open the rest, this was the only major one, donât worry.â
You smiled and shared another kiss before proceeding to go through the rest of the gifts heâd gotten you. You worked in the hospital and heâd gotten a few things that would be useful; a few cute pens, a new pair of comfy shoes youâd been wanting to try out since your feet were always killing you, and a brand new water bottle (your last one got crushed after you accidentally ran it over with your car) and with it heâd also gotten tons of adorable stickers to decorate it.
You smiled big when you pulled a Hello Kitty plush out of the next bag and he rolled his eyes like he hadnât been the one to purchase it.
âDonât think Iâm feeding your addiction to that weird ass cat.â He scoffed,âJust thought this one was actually kind of cool.â
Cool was an understatement.
Hello Kitty was known for lots of collabs with many of your favorite shows and characters, but this one? This plush was dressed in your boyfriendâs hero costume and the tag on it had his hero agencyâs name on it so it was definitely official and not just some knock off.
âDidnât even know they made these.â He explained,âDonât remember approving that shit.â
You blushed,âI mightâve seen the papers on your desk one day and signed for youâŠâ
âWhat?!â He stood up, shocked.
You shrugged,âI didnât know they were actually going to go through with it, Sanrio teases lots of collabs so when I never saw it in stores I just guessed they went a different route.â
âWhen were you even in my office?â He asked, curious instead of upset.
âAbout a month ago, baby, remember? You were asked to patrol last minute because Eijiroâs wife went into labor and we had planned to have lunch together so I ended up dropping off food just in case you got a chance to stop and eat. I think your assistant, whatâs his name, dropped off the papers and since I saw the logo on it⊠and well, I couldnât help peeking.â You told him the story, feeling slightly guilty.
He rolled his eyes,âYouâre lucky I donât give a shit about that kinda stuff, otherwise Iâdââ
You gasped suddenly,âOh. My. God! Baby, what if they ask you to do a photo shoot with Hello Kitty, herself?! Wouldnât that be amazing?â
Your boyfriend couldnât help chuckle at your excitement,âI suppose it would be, a little bit, and I promise if that happens youâll be on set with me that day, donât worry.â
âThank you, sweetie.â You gave him a big kiss and he handed you one final bag.
âLast one.â He said.
You rose an eyebrow at him as you peeked inside,âA dress? Do we have an occasion?â
âOnly the best day of the year.â Katsuki took your hand and pulled you up to give you a hug,âI wanted to celebrate with you today because Iâm a selfish bastard and I like having you to myself.â You felt him check his watch,âItâs officially midnight and officially your birthday.â
He pulled away slightly, holding your waist with one arm and placing his other hand on your cheek, making you immediately lean into the warmth of his touch. The kiss he gave you was gentle and full of so much love, you already knew this was your favorite of all birthdays just for the fact that you were spending it with him.
You opened your eyes and his gaze gave you butterflies, you felt like you did on your first date.
âHappy birthday, my love.â
âThank you, Katsuki.â Your cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling so much.
âAnd I lied.â He said,âI do have one more thing for you, but it wonât be until later. Weâll sleep soon, and Iâll have a few more things to take care of before it, but Iâd like you to take my cardââ
âBaby, noâŠâ You began to deny, heâd already gotten you enough.
âYes.â He insisted,âYou have a dress, all you need to do is find some accessories. Get some shoes, buy a new purse, hell buy yourself the whole store, baby, go fucking crazy. Iâm asking nicely, and Iâll make sure you get something, trust me. And I want you ready by three, got it?â
You knew arguing with your boyfriend was pointless, that was one bad thing about the both of you, you were equally stubborn and fighting only ended when you got tired of it.
âFine.â You relented.
True to his word, you went to bed soon after the gifts. Your boyfriend brought an overnight bag and you were happy to have him hold you in bed. When you woke up, however, his side of the bed was empty and in its place lay a birthday card.
You picked it up, smiling at the design heâd gone with and pictured him standing in front of the display for a long time before deciding. You opened it and out fell your boyfriendâs credit card, you rolled your eyes and set it aside to read the contents of the note.
Happy birthday, my pretty girl. I know youâre new to celebrating, but I plan to change that soon. You deserve the world and more, Iâll do my best to make sure you get it.
P.S. Please enjoy this breakfast (see nightstand) and be dressed by 9. Mina will be stopping by to ensure you shop for all your needs.
P.P.S. I love you.
You quickly turned and found the aforementioned breakfast, a cup of hot coffee, and a beautiful bouquet of tulips decorated your nightstand. You smiled and snapped a photo, sending it to your boyfriend along with a thank you.
He mustâve just left to take care of whatever he was planning.
You tried not to think about it or your nerves and overthinking would definitely kick in. You ate your food and sipped your coffee in bed while checking and responding to any birthday messages, picking up immediately when you saw your parents calling. You almost teared up when they started singing happy birthday and laughed along with them, asking if youâll see them later in the week for your annual dinner. They agreed and you finished the call with âI love youâsâ.
By the time nine rolled around, you were ready and right on time was Minaâs knocking on your door. You opened it and got greeted with a hug.
âI heard free shopping trip and here I am!â She cheered,âReady to do some damage?â
âNot quite.â You blushed,âWhat do you know about his plans?â
She shrugged,âSworn to secrecy, dude, sorry.â
You scoffed and laughed as you said,âWhatever happened to chicks before dicks?â
Youâd met Mina as a result of dating Katsuki and ever since then youâd hit it off with her as much as you had your boyfriend, you never really had too many close girlfriends and she was a very welcome surprise into your life.
âDoing this for my chick.â She elbowed you teasingly,âSo grab ya bag, girl, we have places to be and money to spend!â
You listened, grabbing your purse and reluctantly taking your boyfriendâs card as per his request.
It didnât take long for Mina to decide which stores you should head into. It did, however, take more than a few for you to actually want to buy anything. It wasnât that you didnât see things you liked, but it was hard for you to accept your boyfriend was paying for you.
Youâd been brought up to be independent and though you knew the importance of being taken care of, it was hard not being the giver for once.
A pair of shoes eventually caught your eye and Mina caught on quick, calling over an associate with a mischievous smile,âMy friend would love to see these in a size seven, please.â
âRight away, miss.â
The woman left to find them and you sighed,âI donât know, Mina.â
âGirl, please, your man literally is begging you to spend some of his money and youâre hesitating? These shoes are to die for and he explicitly stated you should get some to match your dress. We already got a few cute pieces of jewelry, I think these would match perfectly to those.â
In the end, Mina convinced you. Or the saleswoman did, when she revealed the shoes you were trying on would actually go on sale next week and that sheâd be happy to adjust the price for your special occasion.
For once, youâd been happy to reveal it was your birthday and you walked away even happier with your bargain made.
âThat was so nice of her.â You beamed as you followed Mina around a purse store she liked.
You definitely didnât need one of those, but your eyes wandered aimlessly to pass the time.
âMhm.â She agreed before holding up a bag,âAnd how hot is this bag?! Câmon, Bakugo would want you to have this.â
You regretted turning around as you actually really liked the one sheâd been trying to show you,âNope, got a bag, but thanks.â
âAnd you have shoes and jewelry, babe, the whole point of this trip was to treat yourself.â Your friend countered. She was right and you hated it.
You sighed,âI know, but I bought stuff alreadyâŠâ
âA few inexpensive sterling silver rings off that ladyâs booth outside and a pair of shoes marked way down from the original price, this would be an actual treat.â
âYes, but⊠I mean he already got me this nice necklace and the dress and all the other little things, plus heâs planning who knows what, I donât think I need a new purse, mine may not be designer but itâs held up and itâll be fine for a while longer.â You explained.
âHe has the means to,â Mina walked up to you and pulled your current bag off your shoulder to replace with the one she was trying to convince you on,âPlus no one ever needs a new purse, itâs a want and itâs okay to have those, you know.â
You remembered the birthday card. You deserve the world and moreâŠ
Looking at yourself in the mirror, you sighed. Mina walked up behind you and wrapped her arms around you, smiling and raising her eyebrows,âSoâŠ? Whatcha gonna do?â
She drove a hard bargain.
âYou need to consider you might be in the wrong field.â You pushed her playfully as she looped her arm through yours and led the way to the cash register. Your heart might have actually broken while swiping your boyfriendâs card across and your fingers were definitely shaking as you typed in the pin for it.
You knew your boyfriend received alerts for any purchases, especially big ones, and you were just about ready to turn back around when you heard your phone ping, assuming the worst. He had to be pissed at that one.
k (à„ à„*`ÏÂŽ)à„: Glad to see Minaâs doing her job, donât you dare feel guilty. You deserve this and more. đ§Ą
You looked up to find Mina glancing at you and smiling,âTold ya.â
The last purchase you made was with your own money as youâd run out of your favorite blush and needed to replace it. You enjoyed lunch with your friend and she drove you back home where she proceeded to stake claim on your bedroom floor to get herself ready with you.
âYouâre really not gonna tell me?â You asked your friend as you applied a light layer of foundation.
âIâm sure you could guessâŠâ Mina shrugged as she curled her eyelashes,âBut I really canât say, all he told me was to take you shopping and keep you busy until three. Heâs having a car pick us up.â
âYou donât even know?!â You turned around, shock written all over your face.
Mina snorted,âNo, Iâm trolling you, I totally know.â
âUgh.â
You got ready in silence, save for some music Mina decided to play from a small portable speaker she brought with her.
Once the clock hit three, you were officially an anxious wreck. Your phone pinged.
k (à„ à„*`ÏÂŽ)à„: Your carriage awaits.
You made sure Mina was ready and that you werenât forgetting anything before heading out, finding your âcarriageâ was your boyfriendâs car and he stood by the passenger door, holding the door open for you with a lazy smile. He was wearing nice clothes too and your eyes stuck to him like glue,âWow.â
âWow yourself.â He gave you a quick kiss, careful not to smudge your lipstick.
Mina fake gagged,âYou two are disgusting.â
âShut up and get in.â Katsuki told her before turning back to you, eyes soft,âYou ready?â
You released a deep breath,âI guess so⊠I mean what am I even ready for?â
He smiled,âDonât stress, just go with it. Youâre about to find out anyway.â
It was hard not to, and you were sure your palms were sweating more than his as Katsuki always held your hand while driving.
You were quick to recognize the drive back to his house and relaxed a little bit, deciding he was right. Enough was enough, why not just go with it? You had amazing friends and an even better boyfriend, you deserved to get treated nicely. And he would never plan anything you werenât ready for or wouldnât like, as proven by the night before and the morning of shopping.
You didnât see any cars or anything parked outside his house and you narrowed your eyes at him,âWhatâs going on? Seriously.â
He said nothing as he got out and opened your door for you, extending a hand out and helping you out of the car in your fancy new clothes and accessories. âClose your eyes.â
âFor?â
âPlease.â
Mina nudged you from behind and you obliged quickly.
He held your hand and led you with one hand on your lower back as you dutifully kept your eyes closed, you heard the jingling of keys and figured Mina must be unlocking the door for you.
âWatch your step.â Katsuki warned you and you felt him help you regardless as you stepped into his house.
Not one second of warning was given before it happened.
âSurprise!â
You opened your eyes immediately, hands going up to your mouth as you found your entire group of friends in your boyfriendâs living room, wearing party hats and blowing noisemakers. Streamers and balloons littered the room and a cake with your name on it sat on a designated dessert table. You almost cried when you spotted your parents and two brothers in one section.
âHappy birthday, baby.â Katsuki whispered in your ear before you were tackled by your family first, then your friends, and even some of your work family had shown up to wish you another happy year.
You felt a little overwhelmed at first, but slowly you relaxed. It hit you how happy you were, how much joy had been brought on by everything your boyfriend had done. You hadnât experienced this type of celebration in a long time and it was nice to be seen by those who you held dear. Your boyfriend hardly left your side as you spoke and got around to saying hi to everyone. âDonât let him go.â Your mother even whispered into your hair as she hugged you tight and gave you kisses,âGood ones are hard to come by.â
âHeâs the best.â You agreed with a huge smile.
You eventually split up as you spoke with a few of your friends and even some of his, happy to catch up with Kirishimaâs wife.
You held her son and spouted baby nonsense to him as she spoke your ear off about how her husband and Katsuki had been thick as thieves planning the day months in advance, and how sheâd even been roped into calling people and checking on their availability. You thanked her for being part of it and looked up to where the two men now stood away, somehow still looking mischievous. You didnât doubt they might even already be planning the next thing.
The night went by in the blink of an eye.
You saw friends you hadnât seen in a while, learned the hard truth of standing awkwardly in front of a cake while everyone sang happy birthday to you, ate amazing food and cake, had a couple drinks, and lastly opened a few more gifts from those who had brought one. (You may or may not have received a few more Dynamite x Hello Kitty collab items).
Katsuki held you from behind as you watched your and his friends mingle together,âDid I do a good job?â
âI donât know how Iâll top it for yours.â You said back, turning around in his arms, placing yours around his neck,âYou did amazingly, I never thought I would have this one day.â
âFor the rest of your life, I promise you will.â
You didnât know why, but it felt much heavier when he said that. Like he wasnât just promising you a lifetime of birthday parties, but like he was promising something else. You thought back to the way he smirked at you across the room when you saw him talking to Kirishima and your heart skipped again. There was no way. Youâd only been together for a little over a yearâŠ
And yetâŠ
Nah.
You pushed those thoughts away and allowed yourself to be happy in the now.
In his arms.
You kissed him,âI love you.â
You really couldnât have asked for a better day, surrounded by the people who loved youâ or for a better boyfriend, who made you feel seen in both little and big ways. Who went out of his way to ensure you were always happy and loved. You might just have a new favorite day of the year and it was all thanks to him.
âHappy birthday, gorgeous.â
Yup, you officially loved birthdays.
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OK OK you just gotta hear me on this one,, Astarion and gn reader where reader is little spoon and Astarion can *sense* just how relaxed reader gets. Instead of their pulse racing from his touches they slow down. Muscles relaxed. Happy little sighs.
^^ he canât handle this btw heâs absolutely fucking bewildered
A Person to Hold
Synopsis: Fluffy post-game epilogue
Tags: fluff
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He looks at you, unable to stop smiling.
"They deserve happiness. We all do. And I will forever be grateful to have found it with you," Astarion says.
You make a step forward with open arms. Astarion hugs you, closing his eyes like a content cat.Â
A mere half year ago these hugs scared him. It was weird. It was scary. What did you want? Did you want to hurt him? Did you want his body?
No.
None of that.
You taught him not to be afraid. You hug him daily and if he occasionally flinches you donât let him go. You hold him in your arms when he has nightmares and kiss away his tears when it's just too much.
"I feel bad keeping you all to myself! After all, I get to see you every night."
"Are you sure? You won't be bored?"
You kiss his cheek and leave. In a few seconds, you look back, trying to see if he hasnât changed his mind.Â
"Darling, I can spend some time with myself. Go on, go and mingle. And I will be there, when youâre ready. I will always be here, my love."
He hasnât. Astarion sits down beside a campfire sensing its warmth.
He doesn't feel like talking. He didn't manage to make friends with the others and now can sense hostility from them. He is a vampire. His strength isnât suppressed by the tadpole and apparently once the vampire's master is dead, spawns become lesser vampires. Astarion doesn't feel the difference, to be honest, but he knows people feel something is off with him.
Well, it doesn't matter. What matters is that he feels good. He has never thought his head might be so clear. He can make a working ambush plan in a blink of an eye and it won't lead to a disaster because he actually can think everything through. He can walk on ceilings and walls again, he regenerates before you manage to notice he is wounded.Â
He has the world to explore, places to see, things to do. He is going to make up for all these decades of misery, to bury them under the pile of happy memories.
And he has you.
Probably the weirdest thing that could happen to him.
You, who forgave his lies and manipulations, who gave him the second chance when it was the stupidest thing to do. Who made him believe the world isnât an evil place.Â
You are the first person he sees when returns from his reverie. Your breathing soothes him, so does your heartbeat.
Astarion never had anything. Everything he had a right to was stripped away from him including his own life.
But now he has you.
To hold, to kiss, to talk.Â
To travel together, to hunt monsters, to be independent adventurers. You are there to save him from nightmares. And he is there to save you from death.
How could he become so happy?
âI am going to sleep, are you with me or do you want to hunt?â he feels a soft âpatâ on his shoulder.
How come he has you?
You are a bit drunk and very sleepy.
âLetâs go to the tent.â
âGood, I got used to sleeping with you by my side.â
Astarion looks around as if ashamed of what he is going to do and, having made sure no one sees you, takes you in his hands bridal-style.
You are weightless to him thanks to the vampiric strength. He could walk many miles carrying you and not getting tired.
In the tent, you get to your bedroll and immediately cover yourself with a thick blanket. Then, you open it a little, inviting Astarion to join.
He takes his clothes off and crawls to your side. The night is warm, so are you. But since you have to share your body heat with him, you sleep under the thickest fur blanket.Â
You are his and he is yours. If a year ago someone told him that would be his future he would bitterly laugh.
Astarion presses your back to his chest, placing the chin on your shoulder.
Your muscles relax, the pulse slows down. You are falling asleep in his arms.
"My love, thank you" he whispers in you ear, tugging you closer
âHm?â
âThank you for finding me."
You squeeze his hand. âYou were worth it.â
He doesnât want to meditate. He wants to hold you like that until you wake up. Astarion concentrates on your breathing and heartbeat. You are already sound asleep.
âSleep well, darling,â he kisses your cheek. âWe still have plenty of things to do together.âÂ
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It's Not About You
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Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader
Summary: When Tim overhears his fellow police officers and your other neighbors flirting with you, he gets jealous, and takes it out on you.
Warnings: jealous!Tim (he's hot), brief angst, fluff at the end
Word Count: 2.1k+ words
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Over the last few years of impromptu visits to the Mid-Wilshire LAPD station, youâve gotten to know most of the front desk staff. They know you too, and youâre often wordlessly handed a visitorâs badge and wished good luck. Youâve heard the stories about the man you come to visit: how intense and grumpy he can be, but youâve never seen that side of him for yourself.
Today, two people sit at the front desk, and youâve never seen either before. Moving into one line, you wait until you reach the desk. You smile as you look at his name tag and are surprised to realize that you have heard his name.
âHow can I help you today?â he asks, clearly displeased with his current position and forcing his smile.
âOfficer Nolan, I am here to visit Officer Bradford,â you answer.
âBradford,â Nolan repeats. âTim Bradford?â
âThatâs the one. I just need to drop something off and ask him a quick question.â
âOh, sure,â Nolan replies. âJust fill this out for me and Iâll get you a badge.â
You nod, stepping to the side as you fill out the paperwork you havenât seen since your first visit. Knowing that Nolan is new, though, and seeing just how busy the station is, you decide to do as he asks rather than argue with him.
âSo, do you know Officer Bradford?â Nolan asks.
âI do. Iâm his neighbor,â you answer.
âAh, I see. Iâm surprised someone as nice as you would intentionally visit him.â
âWhat does that mean?â you ask, furrowing your brows as you pass the clipboard back to him.
âNothing, just- Hang on, Iâm out of badges. Jackson, do you have visitorsâ badges over there?â
âUh, yeah,â the man beside him, Jackson apparently, answers.
âSheâs here to visit Bradford,â Nolan explains.
âOn purpose?â Jackson asks.
âThatâs what I said!â
âWhy is that so surprising?â you ask, smiling.
âHeâs just⊠grumpy, and you seem so kind and fun to be around,â Nolan replies.
âYou think Iâd be fun to be around?â
âI- I mean, yeah. So envisioning you and Bradford talking to each other is just weird.â
âAnd concerning,â Jackson adds. âHave you been tested for any cognitive issues?â
âThatâs not cognitive-related, youâre just questioning if Iâm a good judge of character,â you argue.
âWhatâs your impression of me?â Nolan inquires. âJust to make sure youâre okay.â
âWell,â you begin, tapping the desk as you think.
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Tim looks down at his watch before glancing at the door. You should be here by now; your text said ten minutes, and itâs been twice that. Tim abandons the conversation heâs been ignoring and walks to the door behind the desk. He hears you say why youâre there, but when Nolan starts talking to you about how different you are from Tim and then dips into what sounds like flirting, Tim's jaw tightens as he listens.
âAs much fun as this has been,â you say with a chuckle, âIâm really late, and-â
âBradford hates that. Trust me, I know,â Nolan interjects. âDo you know where youâre going?â
âI do. Thank you, Officer Nolan.â
âJohn.â
Tim watches you smile as you use Nolanâs first name, and his nostrils flare. Usually, he can recognize his own emotions (and heâd admit - to you, at least - that he doesnât have much emotional range). Right now, he canât place the feelings heâs experiencing watching you and Nolan.
âUh, Tim?â you ask, stepping through the door to go to the bullpen.
âHey,â Tim replies, turning quickly. He picks up a folder and adds, âEverything okay? Took you longer than usual.â
You look at the folder in his hand and answer, âYeah. My favorite cop wasnât at the front desk so I actually had to go through the whole visitor thing.â
âIâm not your favorite cop?â Tim asks.
âDepends on the day,â you reply, smiling as he steps beside you.
Tim doesnât answer, and when you look over at him, youâre surprised to see him looking straight ahead, bending the folder with a tight grip. You stop, placing a hand on his forearm.
âAre you okay?â you ask softly.
âNever been better,â Tim answers. âWhyâd you stop by?â
âOh. I wanted to let you know that Kojo is at my house, but also have a question.â
âThen ask.â
You bristle slightly at Timâs disinterested tone, but you know his job is tough, and heâs probably had a long day.
âDo you-â
âBradford!â someone calls. âLetâs go!â
Tim looks toward you, and you say, âGo ahead. My question can wait. Have a good day, Tim.â
âYou too,â he mutters.
Tim takes the time to watch you leave, despite his seeming indifference. When you stop by the desk to say bye to Nolan, Tim destroys the folder as he realizes what he feels. Tim Bradford is jealous. Worse, heâs jealous of a rookie.
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Kojo is on a leash in your front yard, and you smile as you watch him jump after a ball. Tim lives directly beside you, so youâll know when he gets home. Hopefully, the rest of his shift went okay, and heâs in a better mood now.
A deep voice calls your name, and you look away from Kojo. Your neighbor from the other side stops on the sidewalk before your house to continue talking to you.
âHey! How are you?â you respond, staying by your porch.
âBetter now,â he replies with a flirtatious smile.
Heâs not a bad neighbor, but he makes you uncomfortable because he flirts with you every time he sees you. Having Kojo nearby makes you more comfortable, but you hope to get through the small talk and move on.
âIâm having a little get together on Friday if youâd like to come over.â
You call Kojo to your side, and he happily sits before you, another buffer between you and your neighbor. Timâs truck turns into his driveway, and you sigh in relief. He gets out quickly, stopping by his passenger door as he watches you and Kojo. You smile, unsurprised but disappointed when Tim doesnât return it.
âFriday?â your neighbor asks.
âIâll, uh, Iâm not sure if I can make it,â you offer. âThanks for the invitation, though.â
âOpen invite,â he adds before walking back toward his house.
âHey, Tim,â you call, walking across your yard with Kojoâs leash in your hand. âWork go okay?â
âYep. Thanks for taking care of Kojo.â
Tim takes the leash, his hand covering yours for just a moment. He pulls his hand away quickly and nods before he turns toward his house.
âDo you need me to watch him tomorrow?â
âNo,â Tim answers, keeping his back to you. âHave a good one.â
You stand in your yard for a moment, wondering what happened. Youâre starting to see the Tim Bradford that the officers at Mid-Wilshire talk about, and youâre not sure you like it.
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Tim was hoping that youâd ask your question when he got home. When he saw your other neighbor talking to you and, from what Tim heard, asking you out, he decided he wasnât in the mood to talk. Turning his back on you felt wrong, but his jealousy is calling the shots for now. Everyone close to you, close to Tim, seems to be making a move on you. Tim doesnât want to admit it, but part of why he likes you so much is because heâs falling for you. He knows heâll never be good enough for you, so heâs happy to be your friend... until today, and now heâs not sure if he can stand by and watch another man attempt to make you happy.
âAny chance you can tell me that I saw that wrong?â Tim asks Kojo. When Kojo huffs, he replies, âI didnât think so.â
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Kojo starts barking as soon as you return home from running some errands. Tim said he didnât need your help today, but Kojo needs something. You text Tim, asking if he wants you to check on Kojo, but he doesnât answer. After a few minutes, you use your spare key and enter Timâs house.
As you walk into the backyard with Kojo, you call Tim, but he still doesnât answer. Kojo is fine, simply lonely, so you take him back to your house. After texting Tim to let him know, you walk back to your car to lock it. A police car stops across the street, and when you see Nolan exit the driverâs side, you yell his name and jog toward the road.
âHey,â he greets.
âWhatâs going on?â you ask, walking into the street so you can hear him.
âNoise complaint. How long have you been home?â
âTen minutes, maybe.â
âThey called about excessive dog barking, and thatâs a direct quote.â
âOh⊠that was Timâs dog. Heâs fine now, but he was barking at me when I got back because he was lonely.â
Another shop parks behind Nolanâs, and Tim slams the door as he exits.
âIt was Kojo, Iâm so sorry,â you offer.
âI told you he was fine today,â Tim replies.
âHe started barking and I was worried about him. You didnât answer, so I-â
âItâs fine,â Tim snaps.
âSorry,â you whisper.
Nolan nods as he gets back in his shop. Tim waits until he drives away to take a deep breath. He begins to speak, but another neighbor stops as he drives by, rolling his window down to ask how you are. Tim opens his door, and you rush to his shop and look through his rolled-down window.
âIâm sorry, Tim,â you repeat.
âItâs fine.â
âClearly it isnât because you canât even look at me. I wonât do it again.â
âItâs not about you,â Tim argues. It is, but he canât tell you that.
âGot it,â you murmur, stepping back. âIâll take Kojo back to your place and leave my key.â
You cross the road, walking through your yard as you think about what youâre losing by accidentally pushing Tim away. Tim yells your name, and you stop but donât turn toward him. He walks up behind you, and you canât see his hands flex at his sides as he tries to find the words to say.
âIt is about you, but not about you taking care of Kojo,â Tim begins. âItâs about you and me.â
Turning your head, you watch Timâs hand fold into a fist as he continues.
âI just- Nolan was flirting with you, andâŠâ
âYou think he was flirting with me?â you ask, turning so youâre facing Tim.
âHe was. And it made me angry. When I came home and saw whatâs-his-name flirting with you tooâŠâ
âYou got angry?â
âI got jealous,â Tim forces out.
âWhy?â
âBecause theyâre doing what I want to do.â
âWhat does that mean, Tim?â
âIt means that I want to be more than your friend but Iâm not relationship material. Watching guys try to be what I want to be makes me jealous and angry, and for some reason I took it out on you.â
âAnd Nolan?â
Tim pauses before nodding.
âYou know the worst part of this?â you ask. âThat if you had just told me, I would have let you know that I feel the same.â
âYou donât get jealous,â Tim argues.
âThatâs not true. Every time someone flirts with you or stares a little too openly, I remember that you could have anyone you wanted. Being your neighbor was the closest I thought I could get.â
Tim steps toward you, and you match his movement, closing the distance together.
âSoâŠâ you begin.
âSo. What did you want to ask at the station?"
"If I could come over, but I feel confident assuming that you'd say yes."
Tim closes his eyes when your neighbor says your name.
âCute,â you murmur.
âI realized that a big gathering like that wasnât a good choice, so I wanted to ask if you were free Thursday? Maybe we could get some dinner or something."
âSheâs busy,â Tim answers, his eyes on you.
âBut-â
âLet me rephrase, sheâs taken!â Tim yells.
âOh, sorry man, I didnât know.â
Tim watches him scurry inside before turning back toward you. You smile as you look at him.
âIâm taken?â you repeat.
âOnly if you want to be.â
Nodding, you lay your hands on Timâs chest. He moves a hand up to your waist, pulling you against him. Kojo barks before he can do anything, and you laugh against Timâs uniform.
âArenât you still working?â you ask.
âTechnically. How about dinner when I get off?â
âOnly if you cook.â
âLike Iâm taking you out in public this soon. I just got over the jealousy.â
You kiss Timâs cheek just before dispatch alerts him of a call in the area.
âWhere are you going?â he asks as you walk away.
âHome!â you call as you walk into his porch. âMy boy lives here. And you do too.â
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#cats#(medical stuff mention for tags)#poasting confortable image of boye for peace and serenity and such forthe#I have little weird episodes sometimes where I get shaky (but like violently like 'would spill a drink if you were holding it beacuse#your hands are moving so much' type shaky) and weird and sick feeling but usually it passes in an hour or less. but last night I just#literally couldnt sleep I was shaking so much and my heartrate was up a ton and wouldn't go down even after like 6 hours plus super nausea#so I went to the hospital and now shall wear a heart monitor for a week. which hopefully it's just some weird drastic low blood sugar#event or something and there's nothing actually going on. ekg + ct scan for blod clots + virus panel + almost all of the blood work seems#normal so... aa.......#Though me being so privacy focused hrggh... I basically have a constantly bluetooth connected device around me#since the monitor comes with a cell phone that is constantly transmitting data to the place. which they said they'll call you#if they see anything weird which is also scary. random phone calls... but definitely better than letting an issue go unadressed lol#the phone is also not meant to be more than 10 feet away from the monitor at any time so I put on this old tactical fishing#vest thing thats like navy green with 100 pockets and im just using one of the giant pocketson the side as a phone holder#my enormous silly vest just to keep one little phone#ANYWAY... because I got up early the morning before and didn't sleep at all and spent nearly all day in waiting rooms and such#I have been awake for like 32 hours striaght. which I'm sure also does not help with an elevated heartrate lol#feeling shrimp emotions or whatever people talk about unlocking at a certain level of stress and sleep deprivation#and also no food or water. after a while they brought me like 3 saltines and some ice water but I basically also haven't eaten since 3am#last night and it's 2pm now..#thus............ bapy............. baby boye....... he will help ease all ailments with his baby powers...#And no I dont drink energy drinks or anything with caffiene really I'm afraid of all substances on the planet essentially#My body just likes to become shaky and weird randomly even when I'm not conciously anxious about anything/have had no caffiene/etc#and I guess I'm always more nervous about getting anything heart related checked out because of my arm/shoulder/chest area injury stuff#... i literally have constant chest pain all the time. it moves around but i nearly always have some sort of pain or pressure in my chest#so when people are like 'oh well a little weird heartrate is fine but watch out if you have pain!' it's like... i always do lol.. how am I#supposed to tell the Bad Pain apart from the Always Pain when the descriptions of Bad Pain are very very similar#AAAANYway.... hrghh... i wanted to be very productive and finally post drafts and wrok on things today. but alas..#I can at least post small image of soft boye.. though he recently got into stuff in the bathroom whilst left#alone and knocked things into the toilet.. So perhaps not an innocent and NICE boy.. but still.. a soft one .. beautfile....
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love conjeture, lh44 x reader
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pairing: lewis hamilton x mathematician!reader
summary: sometimes algorithms win championships, other times they help find love. (social media au)
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mercedesamgf1 This year we want to give a special thank-you to Dr. Yn Ln! With the creation of her new algorithm focused on data analysis and her extensive collaboration this season our view in analytics evolved to unimaginable levels. We are forever grateful for her contributions and what they mean for the future of Formula 1. Thanks again Dr. Ln, and good luck with the thesis! đđ»
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yninmath thank you for the opportunityđ«Ąđ it was an honor to work alongside this great team
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user1 omg work girlll!!
user2 just googled her and im going crazy like how do you have 3 phds at 27đ?
user3 graduated super early too shes kind of a genius lol
lewishamilton thank you miss ynđ
yninmath your welcome sir championđ„č
user4 ok this is cuteee
user5 you should be thanking him bffr
georgerussell63 Outstanding!đ Make sure to come back Dr. Yn
yninmath oh but the travellingđźâđš
lewishamilton nah youâll make it back
yninmath if you say so haha
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yninmath currently picking up trash couches, writing thesis and remembering the friends ive made along the way đ€đ
on a serious note, if anyone is interested in reading about topology feel free to read my new paper abt it (link in bio #influencer)
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roscoelovescoco workingâs hardđŸđ”âđ«
yninmath or hardly workingđ€
bestfriend surprised the couch didnt bring rats or something
yninmath no rats or fleas!!! its been a great couch #trashcouch #luckygirls
bestfriend please never use # again
user1 great paper dr ynđ is there any way I could get your paper on the hodge conjeture for academical porpouses? magazines are too expensive, help a girl outđ
yninmath dm me girl that should be free so make sure your class gets it too
user2 dr yn youre saving the nyu maths class of 25âđ«Ą
lewishamilton no rest on break miss yn?
yninmath you know me already hahađ
user3 suspiciousâŠ
user4 what? they cant be just friends?
user5 I thought she worked for merecedes, what is this?
user6 she was only there to develop part of her thesis tho still won them another championship
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f1paddockgossip BREAKING! Lewis Hamilton was caught while vacationing in France with mathematician and Mercedesâ collaborator Dr. Yn Ln. The pair are rumored to be in a months-long relationship already, starting in the middle of last season.
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user2 isnt she like way younger than him? weird
user3 shes literally a grown woman lol she can be with whoever she pleases
user4 no cause they actually look really cuteđ„č so happy for them
user5 right! she seems super nice
user6 i just know that man is confused everytime she talks numbers lmao the curse of dating a stem girlie
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For the @steddie-spooktober day 19 prompt : zombie
rated: T | cw: none | tags: post s4, Eddie Munson has a crush on Steve Harrington, Steve is giving
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Eddie knocks on Steveâs door at exactly 7pm, precisely when he said he would.
Partly because heâs been looking forward to watching his favourite film again all week. And, well, mostly because heâs been looking forward to watching his favourite film alone with Steve all week. He set enough reminders and planned his day ahead so heâd be right on time.
Steve opens the door a few seconds later, soft and glowing in his glasses and yellow sweater.
Time alone with Steve is still something Eddie canât really believe is real. Let alone when the guy listening to his rants and actually, genuinely seems interested in what he has to say.
âHey Edâs.â He says and Eddie bows slightly, presenting his prized VHS of âNight of the Living Deadâ, the one he found in Indi months ago and hasnât stopped being obsessed with since.
âCome on in then.â Steve smiles at Eddieâs seriousness, walks him towards the low cozy light of the den with a hand on his lower back. âIâll just get us a soda.â He says softly, leaving Eddie to put the movie in and sit with the tingles that are travelling up his spine.
âSo this movie is, like, a big deal then?â Steve asks as he comes back in and sits down. Handing Eddie a coke.
âIt is a big deal! He reimagined and reinvented a whole genre of horror. Itâs like, itâs actually culturally significant yeah?â Eddie says, swinging his coke around and darting his eyes around the room.
He looks to his side. Steve staring at him with his head resting in his palm, little smile on his face. âGo on.â He says.
âSo yeah.â Eddie swallows and shifts, tugging at his shirt. âIt was released in the 70âs along with some other movies like Pink Flamingos by John Waters and fuckin Eraserhead and Rocky Horror Picture Show dude. Seriously weird shit. And they travelled around and screened late at night. So basically only freaks and weirdos went to see them. But that was perfect because these movies were made by and for freaks and weirdos, you know?â Eddie finishes, buzzing with excitement.
âI know now.â Steve says softly, still looking at Eddie with his little please smile.
Eddie blinks, feeling too hot under Steveâs gaze. âYeah so, anyway, itâs super important that you watch this, I mean you work at Family Video and Halloween is next week. You gotta know the fundamentals Stevie.â
Steve nods and Eddie watches his hand as he presses play. They both relax back against the sofa, Steve scooting a little closer and putting his arm across the back cushions. Eddie tries not to act weird. Tries to focus on the movie, he loves this movie.
But he can feel the heat radiating off of Steveâs chest. Can hear his breathing and smell his cologne.
He can feel his horrendously huge crush for the guy banging at his rib cage, begging to be let free.
But, it really is his favourite movie, so it engrossed Eddie in the end, the thrill of the story unfolding in that little wooden house never gets old.
But then the soft flannel of Steveâs pyjama pants is pressing against Eddieâs jeans. And Steveâs warmth is getting closer, the arm on the sofa shifting to around Eddieâs shoulders. âI know you said it was a horror but, itâs kinda spookier than I expected.â Steve whispers to Eddie in the near darkness. So close now heâs sure Steve must be able to feel the rapid beat of his heart.
Eddie almost pulls away. Too afraid by the potential, by the what if of it going all wrong, of everything he has with Steve falling apart in his fingers. But heâs seen Steve on a battlefield, heâs seen Steve by his bedside in hospital. Heâs seen steve in so many ways, and each one is the bravest thing heâs ever known.
So, Eddie decides to be brave too, he leans in close and wraps a protective arm around Steveâs waist. âI got you.â He says, serious. âWonât let the zombies hurt you.â And he watches Steveâs smile grow, teeth glinting in the light of the television.
Eddieâs cheeks are on fire. But thereâs no place heâd rather be, as Steve settles with his head on Eddieâs shoulder. Eddie holds on for dear life.
âNight of the living deadâ is definitely the best movie ever made.
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accidents pt. 1.5 | Spencer Reid x Reader
Okay so, WOW. I am completely blown away by the response to my first fic on here, 120 followers in 6 days are you guys okay? Because I am definitely not :,). While accidents pt. II isnt quite finished just yet (thank you so much for being so patient with me<3 uni is kicking my ass already rip), I thought I'd give you all a small sneak peek, aka the first 800-ish words of the second part. I hope you enjoy and thank you all so so much for the generous feedback so far!! <333 I'll go rewatch my genetics lecture now yippie :,,,,)
here you can read the entire first part, please head the warnings! Same ones apply here. also, if you wanna get tagged in pt. II, let me know in the comments!
â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â
Spencerâs never sprung from his bed faster in his life before.
His heart is a jackhammer in his chest, chipping away at his ribs one bone splitter at a time because-
Itâs you. In front of his door. And Spencer is so hard it hurts but- he canât just-
âSpencer?â
He sucks in a haggard breath, hands reaching up and messing up his hair even more. His thoughts are everywhere and nowhere at once and he just needs to- needs just a moment to-
âUh, yeah, just a second!â, he calls back, voice scratchy and used from the- the moaning Jesus Christ because he was about to come with your mental image and he somehow, magically, managed to apparently conjure you up in front of his door with his pathetic pining and oh god-
He has to- ugh- has to wash his hands and make it go away and â
âOkay, Iâll justâŠchill with that weird plant here.â
An overwhelmed whimper slips past his lips and he just, stands there for at least another five seconds before something in his mind snaps back into place and he rushes to the small, adjacent bathroom of his room.
After he thoroughly washed his hands, his erection has flagged off enough so that itâs not the first thing greeting you when he opens the door and thank god for that.
And oh- seeing you after doing that actually knocks the wind out of his lungs because you are just so goddamn lovely it makes Spencer want to do stupid, stupid things like cry or kiss you or spontaneously combust into a million pieces.
For once, he does something okay-ishly sensible though.
âHi.â
You look at him, one eyebrow raised in amusement or scepticism, he doesnât know for sure. Your eyes hold mirthful sparkles in them when he finally manages to meet your gaze, so he settles for the former of the two options.
Youâre not wearing your work clothes anymore. Rather, you went for a cozy looking, oversized sweater and funkily patterned leggings. Your fashion sense outside of work always reminded Spencer of Penelopeâs.
âHi to yourselfâ, you chuckle, âCan I come in or are you too busy reading ten books at once?â
Spencer feels himself flush under your gentle teasing.
âOnly seven books. But, yes, of course you can come in.â
He turns out of the way, creating room for you to pass him into his room. As soon as you are inside, you donât hesitate to jump onto his bed and flop on your back with your arms spread wide.
Spencerâs breath hitches and he has to do some very extensive mental gymnastics to supress all the inappropriate thoughts from escaping the box he banished them into. Controlling his bodyâs response to seeing you in the same bed he was just jacking off in is⊠a different story. He pulls down the hem of his shirt as discreetly as possible, as he takes a seat next to you. Making sure that there is not too much distance between you two as to raise any suspicion and make it obvious heâs trying to get some distance between you, but also enough space so that he isnât enticed to do anything unwise. Like, reach out and feel your warmth underneath his fingers. Or the softness of your skin. Or anything else really.
The more seconds tick by in which neither of you say anything, the more nervous Spencer becomes. He starts fiddling around with his fingers, aborting more than one move to steal a glance at your face to see what youâre thinking.
âSpencerâ, you then finally say, voice kind of pout-y and if that didnât make Spencer whip his head around to face you, the next thing you say for sure does. âDo you hate me?â
âWha-â, he sputters your name, âNo- no! Of course, I donât- whe- why would you think that?â
You let out an exasperated groan, moving around until you are lying on your side, head propped up on your arm and frowning up at him. âBecause youâve been acting hella weird these last few days and you wonât tell me whyyyyâ, you drag out the last syllable, pout on your lips and Spencer has to look up at the ceiling or else heâs just going to confess everything without second thought and that will definitely not happen.
âI havenât been acting weird, really, I donât know what youâre talking about.â
You remain silent again and Spencer feels the judging glare you send his way without having to look at you. Yes, he has been acting weird, he knows that, but you can never ever know the reason why tha-
âIs it because you saw my nudes?â
â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â
oh spencer, you weren't quite as subtle as you thought. rip my boy. also whooops another cliffhanger? haha my fingers must've slipped my bad
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day 16. incest. with. choi yujin.
1422 words.
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kinktober â23, idol x male reader, scary scary i-word, older sister yujin, oral sex, masturbation, handjob, perineum stimulation, blowjobs, birthday sex, long ass paragraphs and some long ass sentences, bear with me.
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boo! scared you? creepingly, leaf.
Itâs not surprising when Yuijn bursts into your room and punches your mattress to wake you up. When she makes you spinach and egg sweet potato toast for breakfast, when she helps you tie your tie and fixes your uniform, then wishes you âGood luck at school!â before kissing you on the cheek and, as soon as you turn around, playfully slapping your butt. Youâre nearing the end of your last year of private high school, youâre used to that at this point. The kisses still feel a little weird, but at the same time you get this sense of warmth from them, not only to your blushing cheekbones, but to your slightly racing heart, as well.
Itâs not surprising when she walks around the house in a very thin, somewhat transparent white shirt and no bra, or in tight black biker shorts and no panties underneath, if itâs more comfortable for her. Or that you can see not only the outline of her breasts (theyâre very nicely shaped and medium-sized, perfect to fit in your hands), but also her protruding nipples and a hint of her light brown areolas, in one case, and the roundness of her toned buttcheeks and the pronounced mold of her outer lips, in the other. Itâs just an acknowledgement of something thatâs there, and that you're accustomed to seeing. Sheâs your sister, after all.
Itâs not surprising even when she sneakily walks in on you naked in the bathroom, right out of the shower, just to slap your bare ass and rush out, laughing, and you donât know if she managed to catch a glimpse of your limp dick as you turn around trying to catch her. Sheâs always been one to play pranks, this is just another one of them. Thatâs just how it is, between the two of you, sheâs playful, and caring, and affectionate, and youâre just here to appreciate it, nothing strange about it.
Nothing strange about you sitting on the couch with Yujinâs head in your lap while watching TV or reading, and playing with her hair in your fingers or softly scratching her scalp as she falls asleep. About you placing your chin on her shoulder and your hands on the naked skin of her hips when she gives you a ride to kendo practice on her motorbike while wearing a crop top, and feeling the need to hold her waist so so tight, like youâre afraid to fall off, but you never are, when youâre with her. About you accidentally hitting her boob when playing pool wrestling, and the fight just turning into a complete mess of grabbing and squirting water onto one another, getting caught in each otherâs swimsuit and almost peeling it off, and ending up in a hugging stalemate, arms and legs around each other, where both of you are panting hard and neither wants to let go, and her skin is wet and soft and it smells like chlorine and flowers. You almost feel like sheâs rubbing her pelvis on you a little at the end, and youâre not sure if you actually do it, but you think about lightly thrusting back.
Itâs such a smooth path, the one that takes the two of you from all of this, to you kissing her in return every morning with a smile and no blush on your face (at least none caused by embarrassment) and slapping her bouncy butt back as revenge; to Yujin wearing no underwear at home and letting you stare at her noticeable features, smiling with excitement and a bit of pride, and once in a while she bends forward on the table towards you, head between her hands and wearing her bunny face, and the deepest cleavage is right there; to both of you becoming a lot more liberal in using the bathroom at the same time, and sometimes one of the two is in, or just out of the shower, naked in front of the other, and the air suddenly becomes hotter. Being naked in front of one another quickly becomes a habit when you start actively trying to seek it, and getting out of the bathroom naked just to wait and eventually get dressed in your respective rooms, and maybe starting to be out of your own room, and around the bathroom door when you hear the other finish their shower, and even delaying that âeventuallyâ to up to hours later, and walking around the house naked in the meantime, well, that would probably qualify as seeking it.
And when itâs the same blood that runs through your veins, thereâs no need to explain, to put people, entire relationships in boxes and restrict them like that. You just, get it. You both understand.
Understand that itâs fine for her to call you in her room and start chatting about the new plant she got for her green themed shelf, about the relationship between Barbie and Ken, about her college friends, and how sometimes itâs hard to tell a very close friendship from a crush, and then ask you to eat her out afterwards (she tastes amazing, like sweet apples and lime, and you want to record her lovely gentle moans and use them as your lullaby; nevermind, she does that for you when she tapes herself masturbating and sends you the audio with two green heart emojis while youâre in your Science class). Itâs complicated, it would be if you had to explain Yujin and you to someone else, but when itâs the two of you, itâs simple. You see her lay on her back on the couch studying French and start kissing her neck, lower her tank top to reveal her soft tits and knead, lick all around them. She unbuckles your pants and strokes your cock for a while, when youâre close she lets go, puts two fingers on your perineum and starts circling lightly. You cum hard and make a mess on her tank top and breasts, she doesnât mind, she was going to shower anyway (âYou, too?â). Thereâs nothing more to it. Just shared moments of affection, of intimacy.
For her birthday, Yujin asks you to have sex with her. She knows you canât say no, she also knows that you donât want to say no. Her more and more frequent blowjobs are quite convincing, too. Itâs a special day, you can tell when she wears her favorite yellow sleeveless frilly dress to go out for lunch (she gets shrimp and grilled peach skewers with jalapeño-bourbon vinaigrette, you get classic boiled crab), when she holds your hand as you walk along the riverside, when she wears her contagious grin the entire time. When you come back home, you donât have the time to take your shoes off before she kisses you deeply. The two of you get to her room already naked and she almost crushes your head with her thighs as you give her her first orgasm only using your tongue. You donât need her to help you get hard. When you place yourself between her legs and your dick on her outer lips, itâs an important moment. Not because youâre her brother and sheâs your sister, but because what the two of you have is special, and your first time together is a celebration of it. A special day. Her slick makes your entrance easy and you quickly find yourself bottoming out in her tightness. She kisses you for minutes, before you start moving. You keep eye contact the whole time, she closes her eyes from time to time from the feeling of your length hitting her in spots she didnât know even existed. You guide her thighs around you to feel closer to her, inseparable. She grabs you by the hair as she peaks a second time, her nectar gushing out of her pussy as she releases a sequence of loud moans. You pull out and let her use her hands, lips and tongue to play with you, before cumming on her tongue. Some of your spurts land in her open mouth, some spread around her beautiful face. She gathers every drop with her fingers, then licks them clean, shows you the pool of cum and lets her tongue play around with it before swallowing it whole. The two of you cuddle in her bed naked until the morning after. It was her birthday, it was all about making it special for her. And as you see her eyes closed, peaceful, her chest heaving in slow, deep breaths, you think you did.
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footnotes.
bit of a different style, tell me what you think. or nah. whateverly, leaf.
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