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shadeysprings · 5 months

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Eyes of the Devil

—Boss!Andy Barber x Assistant!F!Reader

Summary — Happiness blinds you from the horror that looms around the corner.

Warnings — noncon/dubcon, power imbalance, forced oral (m receiving), betrayal, blackmailing, cumshot to the face and implied kidnapping if you squint. Mean!Andy is present.

Word Count — 2.7K

A/N — My first entry for @thebasementspouses The 12 Men of Christmas Writing Challenge. This is also the first time I'm writing for Andy. And honestly it was hard yet fun ^^ Should you expect more Andy from me in the future? Fuck yeah.

Shoutout to my betas by @vellicore and @lunarbuck. But all mistakes are mine alone.

Gif by @barneswilsonrogers

As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and your reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope y'all enjoy! ❤️

Once again, you’re burning the midnight oil.

With the holidays fast approaching, Dolores in accounting has you working double time on filing the pending paperwork that needs to be audited before the year ends. Even so, it’s work you don’t mind—you have nowhere to be and no one to see, your cubicle serving as a fortress, your home away from home.

“Aren’t you heading out yet?” You look up from your computer to see Mr. Barber smiling down at you, his coat hanging from his arm where the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up his elbows. He already looks run down from the day’s work, yet he still manages to be chipper.

“Just finishing up on some tasks, Mr. Barber.” You respond with a smile. “I’ll get going as soon as I’m done.”

“Is that the year end report?”

You nod and hold back the sigh that wants to escape. “Dolores doesn’t want to wait until the last minute to finish it so she’s asking for the report 3 weeks in advance.”

“Seems a bit early, don’t you think?” You think he’s talking to you, but his eyes are cast down, his lips twisted in thought. He must have forgotten that he approved her early leave, yet you don’t find it in you to correct him. “Well, you take it easy then. I wouldn’t want you getting too worked up over it.” Your boss says, concern laced in his voice. “Just finish what you can. And if there is anything I can help you with, you just say the word.”

“Don’t worry, Sir. I have everything I need—just have to double check then compile them before sending them off to her.” The assurance you give seems to placate him, and you feel a sense of joy that you see him about to take off.

Not that you don’t enjoy talking to your boss; he’s the only one, aside from the other department heads, you interact with on a daily basis. But he’s still the CEO, and you can’t help but think about his rank and see him as a superior, even in an informal setting.

“Very well. I’ll leave you to it.” He says, the smile once more present on his lips. But before he leaves, he adds, “Oh, before I forget,” Mr. Barber places a festive paper bag on top of your desk, one you failed to notice him holding when he passed by your desk. “Merry Christmas.”

A gift. Something you never expected to receive from your boss.

“Oh, you didn’t have to bother, Sir.” You tell him as you stare at the bag in awe. A plain white box is nestled between the sheets of pink and purple paper when you peek inside.

“It’s really no trouble. Just a little something I picked up from my overseas trip last week.” He explains, the smile on his face seemingly growing wider, more playful, something you’ve never seen on him before. “I hope you like it.”

You return his smile. “I’m sure I would, Sir. Thank you.”

A snow globe. That’s what Mr. Barber gave you.

But it isn’t just any snow globe, no. It is a limited edition collectible of your favorite cartoon character. You don’t even know how he got his hands on one, with it being sold out within minutes of being released, or how he even knew it was your favorite—probably from the small figurines you keep on your desk—but you feel elated just by looking at it.

You examine it with excited hands, curious at the button that sits underneath the base. They never advertised it as something electronic. You press the button, and to your surprise, a soft melody plays as the faux snow within blows on its own, making it even more magical than you thought it to be. A tiny blue light at the chest of the character begins blinking along with the tune, a squeal of glee leaving your lips.

It has you thinking of buying him a really good present, one of equal value to the one he’s given.

With a smile, you stow away the packaging and set the snow globe on the shelf where you keep the rest of your collection. This one, though, has a special place at the center of all the others, the star of the show as it should be.

You stare at your computer in shock.

The image of you naked in bed, one hand on your tit, and the other grasping a toy with the other end buried in your cunt with your face twisted in pleasure. Heat rises to your cheeks, and you immediately close the image, looking around to see if anyone witnessed it as well. But no one resides on this side of the floor aside from you and Mr. Barber.

Panic rises in your throat as you try to think who sent it to you. But most importantly, how they got such a picture of you in the privacy of your own home.

Your computer pings once more, and your stomach turns when you see the same unknown email address pop up from the corner of your screen. You don’t dare open it, too afraid of its contents. Instead, you delete it, even empty out the trash all the same to completely purge it from existence.

Beads of sweat form at your nape, the beating of your heart growing heavier by the second as the fear continues to bloom in your chest. What do they want? Why are they doing this to me? The thoughts swirl in your head, and all you can think about after is going home to hide. But you can’t; they’ve made it known to you that the place that should be the safest no longer is. They only have footage of you in your room, but it isn’t certain that they don’t have eyes in other parts of your apartment.

“Do you have a moment?”

Mr. Barber’s voice startles you, making you sit up straight in your seat and look up at him with wide eyes. The smile on his face dwindles and turns into a curious frown, most likely recognizing the trepidation painted on yours.

“Is something wrong?” He asks, worry laced in his voice. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Uhh—yes, Sir. I just—I think my breakfast isn’t sitting well in my stomach.” You lie, but you’d rather let your boss know that you’re about to shit your pants than telling him the truth.

“Maybe some soda would help? Or I think Angie in HR has some medicine you can take.”

“Don’t worry, sir. I’ll figure it out.” You tell him, forcing a smile to hopefully stop him from prying any further. “Did you need help with something?”

As if remembering what he came to you for, he says, “Ah, yes. I actually do.” Pulling away from your cubicle, he adds, “I made some changes to my itinerary for my business trip—I was hoping to run them by you.” But there’s still apprehension visible around him as he makes his request known. “Do you have time to come to my office? Or do you want to grab some fresh air first?”

You want to say yes, to deal with your anonymous harasser head-on, but deep down, you know you can’t. The fear would only grip you tighter and render you useless for the entire day, and the last thing you want is to show your boss an ounce of incompetence and a chance for him to ask what’s running in your head.

“No.” You respond, already standing from your seat. “I can step out after our discussion.” Grabbing the folder you compiled for his trip and snatching your notepad from your desk, you follow him back to his office.

Work will help you take your mind off of things.

“Lock the door, please.” Mr. Barber instructs, and you do as you’re told. “If you can just take note of the new arrangements I made.” You step over to the side of his desk, taking the sheet of paper he holds out to you.

Yet shock grips you once more when you look down at it, your hands shaking as the sheet he gave you has the image that was sent to you earlier printed on it.

“You—”

“You scream and I’ll send it to the entire office.” Mr. Barber says, his concern from earlier is now gone and replaced with something vile as he looks up at you from where he’s seated. “So be a good girl and kneel.”

You don’t understand what’s happening. How did he get a hold of this picture? Was he sent the same email? Has your harasser already done the unthinkable, and your boss is using it to his advantage? Unless—

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Sweetheart.” From the way he says it, you know it’s a threat, and the one he said earlier circles in your head that you quickly obey, placing the folders in your hands atop his desk and getting down on your knees. You watch him with fear as he rolls his chair closer, trapping you between his thick thighs.

“Sir, what’s g—”

“Did I say you could speak?” Mr. Barber scolds, pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger and forcing you to look up at him, his sapphire eyes looking darker than you recall. “You do what I say when I say and that includes talking, am I clear?” His words weigh heavy in the air, and you can do nothing but nod your head in agreement. “Good girl. We don’t want the entire company receiving such a scandalous Christmas present, do we?”

You shake your head, too afraid to speak, knowing he hasn’t permitted you to do so.

A sinister smirk forms on his lips, and you keep your eyes on the button of his white shirt when he releases your face. You swallow thickly in fear, already knowing what comes next, what he would have you do as his hands fumble with the buckle of his belt and the zip of his pants.

He groans low, the sound, although soft, echoing loudly in your ear when he pulls his cock free of its confines. It’s already stiff from what you can see, with precum beading at the tip. You shiver when he places a hand on your shoulder, fingers tapping, caressing the fabric of your chiffon blouse before he wraps them around the back of your neck.

“If you can fuck yourself with that toy, I’m sure you know how to suck a cock.” He utters, his other hand taking his length and tapping the tip gently against your lips. “Think of this as a performance review. You please me well enough, I might just give you a raise.” It’s a challenge, one you know you have no way of winning.

With shaky hands, you take his cock from him and stroke it a few times. Fear envelops you, the small space he’s trapped you in rendering you claustrophobic that you feel the pounding of your chest right at your ears. Slowly, you part your lips and wrap them around the tip, disgust rolling in your stomach as the pad of your tongue presses against the underside of his cock.

But all of a sudden, he pushes your head down, forcing you to take the entirety of his cock. Tears pool in your eyes when he hits the barrier of your throat, choking around him. You try to pull away, doing your best to breathe through your nose while you push a hand against his stomach and the other slapping onto his thigh.

You want to pull away, to spit him out and endure the humiliation of having your colleagues see the vulgar image, but Mr. Barber—no! He deserves no respect! But Andy is being forceful, keeping his hand around your nape and holding you down longer. Until finally, he lets go, and you gasp for air as you pull him away from your mouth, spit dripping while you cough profusely from the roughness he’s bestowed.

“Come on, Sweetheart,” He says between chuckles, taking you by the back of your head this time and pushing you back between his thighs. “We’re just getting started.”

He doesn’t even give you enough time to recover from his assault when he drives his cock back into your mouth, the saliva gathered at your tongue serving as lubricant, one he uses to his advantage as he pilots your head up and down against him.

His groans of pleasure fill the expanse of his office, mixed with your muffled grunts of revulsion and torment. Though you do nothing to fight back, afraid of the consequences you’ll suffer if you do and choose to endure his depravity, to allow him to use you as he so desires.

“Did you like my gift?” He says between shaky breaths. “I knew it was perfect.”

The snow globe! But why?! Why is he doing this to you?!

Shutting your eyes tight, you do your best to shut him out, to think of someone else, someone from your past who’s receiving the lustful deed of your mouth. But the way he says your name, the ways his voice continues to permeate your senses, makes it all too difficult. That it’s only Andy you feel, Andy who controls.

Tears stream down your face when he takes hold of your face with both his hands. Instead of guiding your head the way he wishes, he fucks your mouth with reckless thrusts. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you after I saw you playing with yourself.” He says between grunts. “Couldn’t stop thinking of what else you could do.” Once, twice, several more times, the tip of his cock hits your throat. You stop yourself from gagging, staying strong to please him and deciding to pleasure him, hollowing your cheeks and caressing the veins of his cock with your tongue.

If he finishes soon, your torment will be done as well.

Placing your hands over his, you move to your own volition—much to his surprise when you hear the grunt from his chest and the way he frees you from his hold. You take more of him, all of him, one hand reaching to caress his balls while the other strokes what you no longer fit in your mouth. You even moan for added effect to make him believe that you enjoy what he’s thrust you into and that you share in his pleasure—one you can confirm when you feel him throb between your lips.

But once again, he surprises you, gasping when he pushes you off of him, yet his hand returns to the back of your neck, keeping you in place.

“Open your mouth. Eyes on me.” He commands, and you do as you are told. Sapphires look down on you, even darker than before, and you hang your tongue like a dog while he takes his cock tight in his hand and strokes himself fast. Within seconds, he lets out a garbled grunt, and you close your eyes in horror when hot strings of white shoot out of him and paint your lips as well as your cheeks.

You’re crying once again, confusion swirling in your head. He played you for a fool—infiltrated the safety of your home without even so much as trying, because you let him in. But you fail to understand why. Why he’s treating you this way, why he even thought about treating you like this.

You think he’s done when he leans back in his seat and loosens his hold on himself. But that’s far from it. Andy chuckles, deep and dark, pressing the tip against his come and smears it over your lips, pushing it once more into your mouth.

“Swallow.” Another command. “Suck me clean.”

And you do. The warmth of his seed scalding your throat, and you fight the bile that rises in return.

“I already booked your holiday leave,” Andy says breathily with a sinister grin, his thumb rubbing at the back of your neck.

You look at him with wide, fearful and curious eyes. What? Holiday leave? But you never booked one.

His laughter then fills your ears, seemingly sensing your distress. “It’s the changes to my business trip—you’ll be accompanying me.” He answers, slipping his cock out and taking your chin, rubbing his thumb against your lower lip that’s still sticky with his come. “I need all the time I could get to see if your cunt feels as great as your mouth.”

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gingerdraw-blog · 4 months

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I got silly with the prompt generator AGAIN

TW Y/N IS HERE TOO AND THERE'S ALSO SHIPS LIKE LASERFROG AND RAYFROG (and also x reader AND JADE IS HERE TOO)(Y/N being a dumbass LIKE FR ITS STUPID) UMM SUGGESTIVE TOPICS???? YEAH YEAH SUGGESTIVE TOPICS

Ramon: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Y/N : I sleep with a knife.

Dolph: Both of you are pathetic.

Ramon: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Dolph: Bullfrog

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Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle.

Dolph, with Bullfrog and Ramon behind them: Wait, what do you mean THREE?!

Police: Yes…three.

Ramon: Oh, my God— What the fuck!?

Police: Wha-

Bullfrog: Y/N FUCKING FELL OFF!

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Y/N : *sees Ramon and Bullfrog together*

Y/N : They're cute. I would put them on a boat.

Dolph: You mean... you ship them?

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Ramon: Where is Y/N ?

Bullfrog : I'll do you one better, who is Y/N ??

Dolph: Here's a better question, why is Y/N ?

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Ramon : Where's Dolph?

Y/N : Don't worry, I'll find them.

Y/N , shouting : Bullfrog sucks!

Dolph, distantly: Bullfrog is the best person ever! Fuck you!

Y/N : Found them.

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(again but rayfrog version because I'm multishipper)

Dolph: Where's Ramon?

Y/N : Don't worry, I'll find them.

Y/N , shouting: Bullfrog sucks!

Ramon, distantly: Bullfrog is the best person ever! Fuck you!

Y/N : Found them.

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Ramon: Is the plural of milf/dilf milfs/dilfs or milves/dilves?

Y/N : Milfs.

Dolph: Milf/dilf is an acronym, you can't change the spelling to milves/dilves.

Ramon: Wait, they're acronyms? What do they stand for???

Jade : Mom in late forties, dad in late fourties.

Jade : I learned that from the movie called M.I.L.F that I saw the trailer of in theaters probably 5 to 7 years ago.

Dolph: Mom/dad I'd Love to Fuck.

Ramon: WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK—

Ramon: I NEVER REALIZED IT WAS ACTUALLY HORNY!

Jade : Oh, is it not mom in late fouries?

Y/N : What? No! It isn't!

Jade : THE MOVIE TRAILER LIED TO ME!

Dolph: Jade ...

Jade : THIS IS WHY I DIDN'T THINK CALLING PEOPLE MILFS WAS ALL THAT BAD BECAUSE IT STOOD FOR SOMETHING HARMLESS IT JUST HAD A SLIGHTLY SEXUAL CONNOTATION!

Dolph: I am entirely unsurprised that this is coming from you.

Jade : RAMON, DOES IT MAKE SENSE WHY I CALLED THE DIARY OF A WIMPY KID MOM A MILF NOW BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS LITERALLY JUST A DESCRIPTOR WITH FUNNY CONNOTATION!

Ramon: The word milf has been ruined for me.

Y/N : THAT'S ITS DEFINITION, IT CAN'T BE RUINED THAT'S WHAT IT MEANS!

Dolph: Y'all are dumbasses.

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Y/N : It’s Christmas! Are you all in a Christmas mood?!

Bullfrog : Merry crisis.

Jade : Jingle bells, jingle bells, single all the way.

Ramon: Hoe hoe hoe.

Y/N : Guys, please.

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Jade , writing in a letter: "I'm going to kick.. your... ass."

Jade : THERE. Now send it.

Ramon:: Dude, your handwriting's terrible, are you sure you want to-

Jade : JUST DO IT!

later

Y/N : So what does it say?

Dolph, reading the letter: They say they're going to "lick my...."

Y/N :

Dolph:

Y/N : Gross-

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Ramon: I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter “s”.

Jade : *looks over at Y/N and Dolph* Jade : Is it “sexual tension”?

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Bullfrog : Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming?

Y/N: Can everyone in this godforsaken group please learn the skill called "Think Before You Speak"?

Ramon : Ya know... it might be.

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Ramon , looking through their clothes: Has anyone seen my top?

Y/N: Bullfrog 's in the kitchen.

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Bullfrog , gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe?

Y/N: Yeah, sure.

*A few minutes later*

Y/N: Here you go.

Bullfrog :

Y/N:

Ramon : Why am I here?

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Y/N: We need a diversion. I say Ramon gets naked.

Bullfrog : No.

Y/N: I could get naked.

The squad: NO!!!

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Bullfrog : What did Ramon do this time?

Y/N: More like WHO did Ramon do this time?

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Y/N: I'm gonna eat the chicken breasts!

Ramon , snickering: Yeah, eat what you lack.

Bullfrog , deadpanning at Ramon : Then maybe I should order brains on delivery for you.

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Bullfrog : How do you tell someone that you wanna have sex with them in a polite way?

Ramon : Excuse me Mx. Would you give me the honours of indulging in sexual activities with you?

Y/N: What the fuck is wrong with you two?

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Y/N: Thank you all for coming.

Bullfrog , wearing a hospital gown: When I heard you couldn't get laid, I dropped everything and came straight here.

Y/N: Well, I couldn't imagine anyone else being part of the "Fuck Y/N Task Force".

Ramon : Yeah, I interpreted that in a different way.

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Y/N: Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know!

Ramon : The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus.

Y/N: Stop.

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Bullfrog : Are you trying to seduce me?

Y/N: Why, are you seducible?

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Ramon : I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Someone asked me what the Spanish word for "tortilla" was once, and now I dream of kissing them under the moonlight.

Y/N: What kind of animal is the Pink Panther?

Ramon , already taking off their clothes: God, Y/N, you’re so fucking stupid.

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Ramon : Two brooooos!

Y/N: Chillin' in a hot tub!

Ramon : Five feet apart 'cause we're not gay!

Y/N:

Ramon :

Y/N: *tearing up*

Ramon : Babe, c'mon...

Y/N: AND HERE YOU REALLY HAD ME THINKING WE HAD SOMETHING.

Ramon : Babe...

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Y/N: The stars are so beautiful...

Ramon : They're just giant balls of gas.

Y/N: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then-

Ramon : And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you.

Y/N: Oh...

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gorgeousbrunette · 4 months

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Why'd you only call me when you're high

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, Fluff, Swear words, Drunk, Sexual Harassment (not from Rhett)

Summery: Rhett had sent a message that couldn't be reversed, but he wasn't regretted it.

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: Much like Rhett this fiction was an accident 😩 and this is my first Rhett's fanfiction! Hope you enjoy it and Merry Christmas y'all! ⛄🎄🎅

Fuck.

The only vulgar word spontaneously came up in Rhett’s mind as he gazed at the rectangle screen on his hand.

He seemed to be sober quickly enough after seeing the mess he made; obviously, he makes a mess quite often, but this one was not practically what he expected.

After breaking up with Rhett, you never kept in touch with him again, even though your reason appeared to be rational. You and Rhett agreed to call it quits and pretended as though you had never been friends, lovers, or even acquaintances.

Except that the town is too small for you to keep acting like you don't know each other. You could have run into him any time, yet you avoided it—at least you tried—until last night.

You never expected to meet him at the bar; you knew what day he went to hang out with his friends, and you avoided every day that was possible for a week, which felt like a year, after splitting up.

Yet last night, he had made your plan pointless, and you were frustrated because he always seems to ruin what you intended to do, and you hated him for these facts.

He came up at the bar half an hour after you. You wanted to leave, but you couldn’t. The annoying, muscular man won’t leave you alone.

Rhett sat far across the room, but you could see him. He glared at you and the man for awhile until some blonde girl brought his attention from you to her.

You were upset. No. Jealous.

You knew that you were forbidden to have that kind of feeling. You and Rhett were the past. You should move on; you just don’t know about him.

The cold hand that landed on your crossed tights brought your consciousness to look at their owner.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” He asked.

“Yeah, where are we?”

You don’t know why you asked him that question. You should have ended the conversation and gone home right away. You don’t want to see Rhett with another women; somehow, you hope that he felt the same as you when he saw you with the man.

“I just wanted to know that you have another plans for tonight?”

He cooed while his hands crawled up along your tight, you tilted away from those uncomfortable moves, yet he still didn’t understand your intention.

You looked at Rhett, and unsurprisingly, he was making out with that blonde girl in just three minutes after he sat.

He always got the girl.

That’s the truth about Rhett. Even when he's with you, so many girls in town are trying to steal him away from you. Yes. Another facts.

He loved you. Or still love you. You’re not certain about that, but you’re certain that you couldn’t be with the man that everyone wanted. Of course, you trust him.

You just…exhausted.

He’s so kind to everyone. The way that he treated you is nothing different from how he treated anyone else. You couldn’t see the differences between you and another girl.

You had talked to him about this, and yet he still couldn’t understand your point. Some girls even say that you’re just his new toy, and when he gets bored, he will throw you away. So, you throw him away before he does.

His male friends also say that you’re too clingy. Well. You had every right to be. Rhett defended you, of course, but everything doesn’t seems right to you. Everyone seems to have no respect for you as Rhett’s girlfriend, even worse than when you two are just friends. So, you had to fall back.

You and Rhett called it quit after three months together and another ten years of your friendship too. Great. You ruined it before anyone else did.

“Did you hear me, Y/N?” The man in front of you asked again.

“Oh yeah, umm, I already have plans for tonight, Sorry” You said with a regretful expression even though inside you didn’t feel anything at all.

“Really?, that’s too bad” His hands crawled up on your tight again. You tried to tilt away but he followed.

“Get your hands away from me, please”

“What you’re talking about?” He pretended to not understand what you’re talking about.

You spontaneously looked at Rhett’s direction to asked for help like you always do when some men make you uncomfortable at the bar back when you two were friends, but he wasn’t there anymore. You couldn’t asked for any helps.

The man attacked you harder. He places his hand on your lower abdomen, just an inch away from your private area. You pushed him away, despite the fact that he’s stronger than you. He wasn’t even flinching. No one wanted to help you. Obviously.

Your heart was pounding harder, but before you could blink, you saw the man being hit in the head with a pint glass. Blood dropped from his injury. You looked at your side. It was Rhett.

“She said, Get your dirty hands away from her!” His face were redder than ever. You swore you never saw him being this furious.

“What the fuck?!” He punched Rhett in the face, and Rhett punched back. Suddenly, the staff was trying to stop them, when the siren sounded. The man ran away, and Rhett was lying on the floor. His face was covered in blood. You rushed to check on him and helped him up.

You took him outside the club at the back door to avoid the police. You started to hear him chuckling.

“What’s so funny!?” You pushed him. He looked at you with a grin.

“You care”

“What?” You asked with a question mark on your head.

“You care about me”

“Of course, I care about you!” Your eyes and his meet each other.

“You’re drunk, you should go home.” You cut the conversation before everything go under your control.

You drove him home and leave him on his couch; apparently, he’s drunk even before he was inside the club. Rhett was not a lightweight. You know that. You heard that he was always drunk after you and him split up. You just don’t have any idea that you’re the reason that he was never sober.

You woke up at 9 a.m. and checked your phone straight away as usual, but you were stunned by a notification.

13 missed calls from Rhett and one message.

You inhaled before opening the message box that the last message is about two weeks ago that Rhett told you he loved you, but you ignored it.

“I love you, Y/N. I miss you. I couldn’t sleep without you. I was nothing before I met you, and I had a glimpse of everything you gave me, but I didn’t cared. I’m so so so sorry. I love you. I love your warmth. I love your touch. I love your voice. I love your smile. I love every inches of you. I miss your touch that gave me positive energy every day, and now I don’t have any of that to keep me alive. You’re my power, my soul, and my life. So, how could I live without you? You’re important to me. Please, come back to me, my love. I love you! I love you! I love you!”

It was unexpected that he waited a week to write it. You fell off guard since he walked in to the bar. You tears dropped. You love him, and you missed him too.

You missed it. You missed the way he looked at you. The way he kissed you. The way he grabbed your hands. The way he fucked you. Gosh, when did you love him so madly? Why did you let him go?!

Rhett looked at the message box that showed read. He sent you a message last night without any consciousness. He was drunk, but obviously everything he wrote was true.

He typed this message for a week and hesitated to send it to you. Yes. It made him feel ashamed that he was unable to say it in front of you since you were avoiding him. He thought that you would despise him because of the message but the results were unexpected.

The doorbell rang, causing Rhett to get back from his thoughts. He yelled, “Wait a minute!” and rushed to open the door.

It was you. In front of his house.

He couldn’t believe it. He thought that he was dreaming for awhile until your lips touched his. And he knew he wasn’t dreaming.

Your warmth. Your touched. Your lips.

Everything in front of him is you. Everything he missed.

“I love you, Rhett.”

“I love you, too. I won’t go again. I’m yours.”

#rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott x y/n #rhett abbott x female reader #rhett abbott #rhett abbott angst #rhett abbott fluff #outer range

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Chu!! Noo it's fine I enjoy talking to youuuu

HAHHA well what can I say? I just love Lukey! Aww hope you'll get a good break soon! When are you taking your 1 week off?

FR Unholy blood is unbeatable 💪🏻💪🏻

OMG SAME but for me it's either I end up liking the guy or hating him... Like for Gojo and Callisto I was like "Omg they're so hot but why are they so full of themselves?!" at first. Then after some time I ended up liking them HAHA- And omg ikr his hair >>>>> It's the side-swept hair that adds on to his looks. AHAAH LIKE Vinter is actually nice and all but he has so little screen time!

Thanks Chu!! Hehe I love beaches! And I have this childish obsession with picking seashells oops- Aww... You don't have to know how to swim to enjoy the beach tho! I don't like beaches cause I want to get tanned or play beach volleyball, it's more of the scenery that draws me in! Plus the sea creatures!

YEAH the leaks broke me... 2 Panels but I miss him sm now...

Yepp! But I'm unsure if I chose the right path... Like my interests are more arty like I love reading, writing, drawing, music, etc. But I chose a business course hahaha. There's no turning back for me too.... LOL A WALKING STICK 😭😭 AHAHH your teacher tho! My secondary school made it mandatory to have skirts at knee-level too... But I didn't change my skirt for the 4 years I was in school so as I grew taller over the years my skirt just naturally went above my knees... My teacher did scold me for that tho, I just didn't care...

FR like bros why don't you guys try putting on makeup bruh. Like y'all judge us girls as if you guys are hot asf... If you guys WERE that hot I wouldn't even complain about you talking shit about us girls... But you aren't so f off.

RIGHT My mum and I couldn't stop laughing omg It's easily one of the best comedy K-drama I've watched! Yeah omg "See you in my 19th life" Webtoon was great but after ep 1 of the drama I stopped cause it was honestly disappointing... "Good day to be a dog" is good tho! Not Shin Hyesun but this and "See you in my 19th life" are by the same webtoon artist!

Oh damn Gojo figurines never fail to impress... Did you see the new one with the skeletons and all? It's the one where he's been sealed and the skeletons just all around him. He's super hot there like I almost wanted to start being a Gojo simp...

I somehow want to go back to school... I've been swamped with housework and miscellaneous stuff that I'm so close to losing my mind... Thinking about New year's makes me want to pull my hair out... And Chinese New year is in Feb too... I'm so doomed for the next few months...

30 isn't that bad! Hahaha I feel you mate... I flunked my end semester test and it pulled my A all the way to C+ AHAHAH my GPA really suffered from that... Eh that 'interesting' doesn't sound too convincing 🥲🥲 How did you survive that class omg Chu ...

Hmmm that makes sense! I'll keep your words in mind. 😭😭It's always the luck.... Our gacha luck sucks too... I think we should avoid taking risks yeah?

HAAHAHAH I just enjoy solving the qns! I prefer math to the rest of the weird stuff I used to take... I had English, Chinese, elementary math, Additional math, Chem, Bio, History, Social studies, Accounting, Literature. It's real disgusting I tell you. Algebra really made my life slightly better in Secondary school... Omg 😭Fr Bio is really not easy I don't get how people get A+ in that like your memory must be crazy good. SO TRUE Chem is complicated at times but if you compare that to bio... sigh...

YAAA Omg I have a soft spot for sea animals (Not snails and worms tho) Especially baby ones like ahhhh they're so cute 😭😭

Nahh it's not my room walls I'm painting... It's my whole living room... Like 4 walls.... I didn't want to do it but my mum forced me to soooo I didn't really have a choice hahah!

Also Merry Christmas!!! I know I'm slightly late but 😭😭 Hope you had a good rest!

-🪩

discoo anoon!!🫶🏻 finally i can sit in front of my laptop!!🥹

i'm taking my break in mid january!! i just have to bc if not then i'll surely go mad with how little i'm taking my leave🤧 like i still have so many leave balance too! lately i've been thinking "why am i so tired"😵‍💫 and when i look at the whopping number of my leave balance, i realize "this is why i'm so miserable i barely take any leave!"🤡

HAHAHAHA same same i didn't use to love gojo the way i do now if you can believe it. but he's so charismatic in the way he presents himself that's why... and HAIR it's so true the hair makes the looks, especially for men🤭

omg me tooo!!! i love finding seashells too! but i hate the way the sand would submerge my feet🤧 it's stupid but i'm afraid of a crab or something will bite my feet off ugh and yeah, so true the scenery is one of the points that make us want to go to the beach too!!

ah... i don't mean to presume but i once felt like that too. i chose engineering as my major, and yet i'm neither that good or bad at it, and neither do i like it (i hate it occasionally)😔 my interests are more in reading and writing too! and obviously i can't go back to restart my major bc my mom would hang me🤧 i once had 0 thoughts as to where and how i should get a job, and yet now i found the best job there is for me, unexpectedly, that's (thank god) not related to engineering at all! i don't think it's easy at first, we'll get lost and even doubt ourselves often, but i believe that by doing the best at what you do, we'll find a way somehow, and it's always the unexpected that's the best <3 <- this is my words of encouragement!! i don't mean to preach or anything bc when i was in that position, i wished someone would say those exact words to me :')

BUT FR I FELT LIKE A WALKING SUSHI ROLL😭😭 thank the gods the teacher don't realize it. but omg that's nice that you're tall! :') i'm short so yeah, i'm still a walking sushi roll

HAHAHAHAHAAH i wish i could say all of that to their faces! i did say some of it to them though, about "you don't get to say that when you're that lousy yourself"🙃 but yeah, in the end, to each their own. it's irritating but we have to protect our peace first🤧

my mom loves her too!🥹 ahahahha oh really?! i put off watching a good day to be a dog bc i heard the ratings aren't that good... maybe i'll watch it then! now i'm watching gyeongseong creature! it's a good watch, kinda like sweet home, a bit dark and sinister but it's park seojoon!👀 and his dramas never fail ehehehe do you watch it too??

I SAW THAT FIGURINE omg that can be preordered now but will be released in 2025? i was like whaaat that long? but yeah, i want to be the skeletons—

OMG SOOO TRUE🤧 new years and our traditions :') now my mom is fussing over stocking food and getting new sheets and tomorrow i'm accompanying her to... stock up more food. and so true about the chinese new year! ahahahha i celebrate it too and it's a bit of a hassle esp with the family questions, but don't worry! we just have to keep our eyes on the prize... the 红包 :3 more pocket money!!😈

i know the feeling! like one mistake and the A... dissolved🤧 it's so disheartening. how did i pass?😦 by sending my prayers and confessing my sins daily basically🤧😵‍💫

yes yes!!

omg you're so smart for that!! and i do agree those are weird stuff HAHAHA literature got me like questioning my phrasing sometimes i was like 🤯 am i dumb bc i’m lazy or am i lazy bc i’m dumb— okay nevermind🫢

SNAILS AND WORMS😭 yes baby seals are like aaaaaa so precious🥲🫶🏻

AHAHAHHA it must have been a good exercise though!!🥹

and ofc merry christmas too disco anon!!🫶🏻✨ and happy holidays too!! wishing you only the best for the upcoming year also! pls keep healthy and don’t forget to take breaks and drink water🫶🏻✨

#—chu’s mailbox 📬#💌: 🪩

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darklighttosunlight · 4 months

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Honestly, it has been a while since I posted anything here. Yeah, I still draw at times, but man, Ngl, I miss this, I guess I have gotten so distracted that I haven't used much any social media. But then again, I literally don't freaking get any notifications from this app😭 Oh but also I did get an IPad, and now I can draw much better than using my phone!! It is just my freaking apple pencil who decided to be a little pain in ass and not work at all. But I'm am waiting to get a new one soon, just now going to the usual drawing by on finger technique! Gotta be patient! I might try to post here as I can. Oh, and late yesterday, Merry Christmas, y'all!

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emma-is-swaggy-and-epic · 4 months

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Merry christmas y'all!

I was too lazy to include ALL 30 of my OCs so instead i just drew all the OCs i created THIS YEAR (though i kinda forget when i created pixel, i'm pretty sure it was somewhere between november 2022 and january 2023)

This piece was inspired the undertale AU "christmas party"

You can also watch the speedpaint for this here: [[LINK]]

Anyway, if you're new to my blog i must clarify that deez (the unicorn girl on the right) isn't usually anthro like this, she is an MLP OC and i mostly draw her as feral. I just made her anthro here so that i can give her an ugly christmas sweater easier (oh yeah and also yuriko, the dirty blonde with red eyes, is supposed to be holding a candy cane that she licked into a spear but i forgot to color it LOL)

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soft--dragon · 1 year

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bro its snowing here??

IN MARCH??????

we rarely get snow around christmas, let alone a month thats supposed to be spring

i legit walked out of my maths mock and went "oh shit, merry christmas"

im also in a pickle

ive got a fat crush on one of my mates and it draining because she will never like me back and its so stupid :(((((

my friends tease me abt it constantly LMFAO

my life is so boring

ive also discovered i want to go to glastonbury festival and....get high have fun!!!!!!! yeah totally thats what i want

Well hello to you too Bean!

That's pretty cool y'all are getting snow, I wish it snowed where I live but unfortunately the world said no :(

And the crush on one of your friends? I get that actually, though mine faded fairly fast and we're really close friends, have been for about 3 years now ^^ Hopefully your feelings won't drag you down and you'll be able to push through, keep your chin up love <3 /p

Cool! Festivals are sick!! I haven't been to one in a long time, but if you go I hope you have fun :D (and stay safe okay? I don't want my favourite bean getting hurt or something)

#dragons asks #b3an1e io

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khalessi-aline · 1 year

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Happy Christmas and Merry tidings to you.

I've done my best to not feel resentful or at least not overly so. I've tried to focus on how many of the things I have now, I longed for, prayed for, worked toward, and frankly doubted I would ever have. But now that I've reached these goals, I find myself still mired on doubt, disappointed and dejection...oh yeah that other D word...what is it. Mm DEPRESSION. That’s it.

Ugh. I hate myself sometimes. Why can't I just be 100% satisfied with what I do have? It's quite a bit really. Stable safe home with heat and running water, 4 legged healthy babies, 2 legged healthy baby, food to eat, drinks to drink, covers and clothes. Like BUTCH WTF are you actually even whimpering about?!

Wahhhhh poor me. I want a mommy. I want a daddy. I want a supportive loving family that uplifts, encourages, inspires, loves, cares, and checks in. And if I can't have that, I want my damn village, the tribe, the mom group every Instagram, Facebook, and other social media spammy memes claims I ought to have. Where are they? Where is anyone? Why aren't they here? Why. Why. Why.

Idk....this isn't really supposed to be what it's become. My therapist would probably say, well some families suck......like birch I know...my mom and dad sucked in all possible ways there was to suck. I KNOW.

Then she'd say, focus on thoughts that are kind and true.

Whatever I guess.

Kind / True: we're all healthy, all children whether covered in fur or hair liked their gifts.

True / Kind: Most, if not all of my feelings and responses are a result of extreme trauma and do not make me a terrible person or a failure or someone not worth having around.

Kind / True: I'm fine and anger is valid.

True / Kind: Life sucks and you don't always get what you want. Also most social media spam is a bunch of bullpoop.

There I guess.....do I feel better?

I mean....no? But maybe it's got to marinate or whatever.

Happy Dec 25th, hope y'all are happy ish or whatever being okay looks like for you.

#brain dump #thoughts #merry xmas

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lilallama · 2 years

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Hey admin chan, how you doing and HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! I hope this year is better than last year.

How's my taehyung, i hope hes doing well. Please tell him I miss him and I also have a lil bone to pick with him.

"Happy Christmas & New Years Tae, since i didnt get to see you for the Holidays. You forgot me for the entire season!!!!! Youre gonna have to beg to get back into my good graces. My birthday is tomorrow and I hope i can get showered with Cinnabon & cute stationery", i say tearin up a lil bit.

Hey author chan is there anyway i can get a special message from him tomorrow admin chan? Hope i wasnt spammin too much and if so I apologize.

A/n: Hey! I hope the new year will be better too. Make sure to stay safe and enjoy the new year, everyone. The cooking club missed y'all soo much! And no, I'm totally not writing this because I'm held at gunpoint by Taehyung ^^'.

"My angel! Merry christmas and happy new years to you as well, Y/n! It was pure hell not seeing my God/Goddess for so long. Oh no! No no no no no! I could never forget you, saviour! You are on my mind constantly. There was barely a moment I could rest not knowing how you've been. My parents insisted on taking me along for a family vacation to the mountains in Switzerland. I am so deeply ashamed for making you feel as though you are but a mere afterthought... You are so correct, dearest saviour! As your loyal servant it is my duty to make sure you are safe and happy. Words cannot describe how guilty I feel, how much regret in filling my heart. I dare not beg for forgiveness, what I have done is inexcusable, however I ask of you; how may I show my deep regret? Shall I buy you a new necklace, or a new car? No, that's not enough... how about a summer home? Wherever you'd like, I could get it arranged for you, dearest. Oh... Oh! My God/Goddess, please don't cry! Goodness... and all because of me... that's unforgivable! Such a lowly servant as I dares to bring an angel to tears. Of course, your birthday! As if I could ever forget such an important day. It really should be a global holiday- Yes! Anything you'd like, my saviour. I would find a way to fetch the stars from the night sky for you. Please, do not be saddened by my disgraceful mistake. I promise such idiotic things are never to happen again."

"I cannot believe I let such a terrible mistake happen- wait... It wasn't my choice, it was- AUTHOR!!!-"

Heeey~ everyone~ how were the holidays? How was new years? I hope everyone was healthy and well-

"Author! How absolutely dare you! Because of your incompetence I had to bring my dearest God/Goddess to tears! TEARS! Do you know what that means!?"

Gee, why do you always blame me and not the person who send the ask-

"If you weren't as careless and lazy, they never would've had a reason to ask! It's all because you were inactive."

...Okay, yeah true. Anyway, I'll make Tae write a happy birthday note for you tomorrow. It'll probably be added to this per reblog. Now, excuse me before Taehyung chops my head off.

#yandere bts #cooking club #yandere taehyung #yandere v #ask cc taehyung

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mageofseven · 3 years

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Dude... I just discovered your blog and binge read most of it! (Great work btw!) Then I saw request were open! Yay! Anyway I'd like to request Mc walking to the rooms the brothers (and undateables) in a tight fitting cat outfit with a collar and a lesh, saying, "I lost a best, Master~" How would the brothers and undateables react? (NSFW if you're okay with that) I hope you do this! Bye!

I know, I saw the notifications! I'm glad you like my work so much 🥰

MC dressing as kitty, coming right up! Though I'll keep this post for just the brothers and might do the Undateables in their own post.

Also...apparently y'all are getting Sexy Kitty MC as a Christmas present from me, considering the date. Merry Christmas I guess? Lol

Lucifer:

Was actually in his study when MC came to him dressed like...that.

This can go one of two ways; if he has an excessive amount of work--as in, more than usual-- the man will release a heavy sigh and tell his Love that he doesn't have time for this, but give them a quick kiss on their forehead or cheek to soften the rejection.

However, if his work is at a more manageable level, he'll be much more accepting of the situation that has fallen on him.

"Oh? And who do I have to thank for such a bet?" He smirks as they approach his desk, wrapping his arms around their waist and pulling them close.

Takes the end of the leash and wraps it around his hand a couple times.

Well, it's about time for a break, now isn't it?

Mammon:

The dude was laying in bed, scrolling on his phone when they came in and the man was so shocked, he dropped his phone right on his nose.

Finds the look a bit weird but also insanely hot.

Brain just...doesn't work at first? The second brother just watches the human approach his bed, mouth agape and not able to say a thing.

Blushing. Oh boy, is he blushing.

Still, he regains some composure with a fake sense of bravado.

"And you came right to me dressed like that, huh? Ya sure know who you belong to, Babe."

Grins as they approach him on the bed and pulls them down to him for a kiss.

Not so subtly grips their ass.

Leviathan:

You better bet MC is not just dressed as a cat for this man; they're dressed as a Ruri-chan cat.

Yes, they loss a bet, but if they have to dress like a cat for Levi, the human at least wants to maximize the otaku's own enjoyment.

At first, the demon barely noticed his Henry enter his room.

MC literally had to repeat themself after they entered his room.

"Master, I lost a bet!~"

"Oh cool."

Levi 😑

"Master! Ruri-chan is here to serve~"

Finally snaps to look over at them and drops his controller.

"W-What?!" Boy's face is so red and confused.

"Master, you need to listen! I lost a bet so I'm here to serve~"

If this was an anime, his nose would be gushing blood right now.

Yeah, MC has to wait like ten minutes for his brain to function properly enough, but doesn't mind too much.

"Heh. You're cute, Master."

Aaaand the demon passed out on the floor. Look what you did, Henry.

Satan:

Okay, either the bet was with him and this was his idea, or it was with one of his brothers, hoping to tease the Avatar of Wrath.

Either way, boy is blushy and super happy right now, even if he's trying to contain himself somewhat.

Takes a hold of their leash and guides them towards him with it.

"Mmm. So my Kitten's here to play then?"

Pulls them in for a kiss and uses magick to lock his door.

Asmodeus:

Was there when the bet was made and was a avid spectator up until they lost. Genuinely rooted for MC because they have always done so for him, but it would be a lie to say he wasn't still happy with this outcome

And smiled brightly as they enter his room with the outfit on.

"Oh Doll! You look sooo adorable!"

Pulls MC close and gushes over how cute they look, from the ears down to the color of the skirt, even their cute tail.

Starts kissing their neck as he wraps his arms around them.

"Now, if the kitty wants to play, how can I say no?~"

Beelzebub:

Didn't know about the bet previously and was genuinely confused.

What...what bet did they lose? Was this suppose to be punishment for them?

Beely felt bad that they lost their bet 😔

At the same time though, he thought MC looked really cute as kitty and blushed a bit.

Despite their 'master' talk, Beely doesn't really order them to do anything nor does his mind go to the gutter.

Let's MC suggest things they can do and let's them do it, mostly small chores, hoping the big guy would make a move. When he didn't, the human started giving various hints that they wanted to do something more fun while they were dressed like this

Which the redhead picked up on.

Pulling them close, he gave his Muffin a sweet kiss. First on the lips then on top of their head, right near their fake ears.

The demon just needed their 'okay' first. He wasn't sure whether MC wanted some romantic time like this or if they were just trying to fulfill their end of the lost bet and if it was the latter, the sixth brother didn't wanna make it harder for them.

Belphegor:

This can begin one of two ways: either the bet was with him and the boy is now smirking his head off or he knew absolutely nothing about it and is wondering why the hell they are dressed like that.

Teases them regardless of how things started and actually makes his Human do chores. A lot of them.

The minute MC starts getting too discouraged or annoyed though, he pulls them towards him and they lay down on the bed together.

Tells them that despite his teasing, he does think that they look good in the outfit and kisses their cheek

Before saying it'd look better on the floor...ya know, just for a while...

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc #saltypaperdestiny

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bentforkent · 3 years

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merry christmas, spencer reid

derek morgan x spencer reid x penelope garcia

a/n: this is a spencer-centric morceid fic. i find spencer the easiest to write, so i enjoy framing these moments through a spencer-lens...hope that's okay with y'all :)

content warnings: none! this is straight FLUFF, love, and banter baby!

word count: 2087

in which derek, penelope, and spencer are at the airport, heading to chicago for christmas

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Arrive at Airport - 6:47 AM

It’s cold. Spencer Reid is certifiably a genius, and all he knows at this moment in time is that it is cold. A fog has settled over the airport drop-off zone, wet and enveloping. Spencer thinks it might be melancholy if not for the sun just barely peeking over the horizon and Penelope’s bright pink coat bouncing around in front of him. She’s wearing enough layers that it’s difficult for her arms to move, leaving Derek and Spencer to pull their luggage from the trunk of the Uber. To compensate for her lack of involvement, she flits around the pair, pressing gentle kisses to their cheeks.

She’s moving a little too much for Spencer’s liking. It’s still early and he’s feeling quite overwhelmed. Late minute packing, bickering, and a sugary coffee before 6 in the morning will do that to you. But he loves Penelope--oh, he loves her so much--and he’s been working through this type of sensory overload response in therapy, so instead of snapping at her to calm down and please stop moving, he reaches for her hand with the one that isn’t white-knuckling a heavy suitcase.

Penelope, ever intuitive, ever loving, laces her fingers with his spindly ones and slows to a still next to him. “Oops. Sorry, lovebug,” she says, and Spencer, relaxing, kisses her flushed cheek.

“Are you excited?” She asks him.

Spencer nods rapidly, curls bouncing. It’s Spencer’s first Christmas spent with Derek and Penelope, his first time going to Chicago with them, and his first time meeting Derek’s family. He’s nervous, but so excited. Spencer watches as Derek lifts the luggage onto the curb, and finds himself wishing it wasn’t so damn cold so he could watch Derek’s muscles flex in the absence of a heavy jacket. Penelope follows Spencer’s gaze and squeezes his hand as if she can hear his thoughts and agrees.

As if on cue, Derek thanks the Uber driver and turns to them.

“You guys are no help,” he remarks, gesturing to the disparity between the amount of luggage each of them were carrying. Penelope pulls her empty, suitcase-free hands from Spencer’s, hiding them behind her back to playfully feign innocence. Spencer’s heart swells as he watches Derek’s smile widen and overtake his whole face.

“Spence, you want me to take that bag?” He asks. He reaches for it, brushing against Spencer’s exposed wrist tenderly.

Spencer beams at him. “No, you’ve got all of them. I can handle this one.”

As they bustle into the airport, the cold air feels a bit warmer.

Check Bags - 7:12 AM

“Babygirl, I hope you checked that bag’s weight twice, because I am not paying extra for you going over the 50 pound limit again,” Derek says, looking down at Penelope where she’s perched on the edge of her suitcase. The line they’re in to check their bags hasn’t moved in a while, and once Penelope had discovered that her suitcase was sturdy enough to hold a human body despite the wonky wheel she’d broken trekking through this very airport last Christmas, she’d been sitting on it ever since. She offered Spencer a spot next to her, of course, but he was enjoying standing with Derek. Every so often, he reaches over and pinches Spencer’s hip playfully, kissing his cheek when Spencer squirms in response. So yeah, Spencer is enjoying it.

Penelope kicks her leg out and hooks it around Derek’s. “Oh, you love me, you’ll pay for it,” she replies, with a toothy smile up at him.

“Did you know that there was once a tiny Samoan airline that actually determined ticket prices based on the weight of their passengers, instead of weighing their luggage? Each kilogram someone weighed was 93 cents onto the price of their ticket,” Spencer says.

“How did that work out for them?” Derek asks intently, enthralled by Spencer’s words.

“They closed. A lot of people were really upset by the weight thing, but because it made children’s tickets cheaper than the average ticket, a lot of traveling families actually preferred that method.”

Penelope hums, standing from her seat and wrapping her arms tightly around Derek’s waist. On instinct, he rests his hand on her lower back protectively, holding her close and pressing kisses to her forehead in quick succession.

“Probably would be cheaper for us to fly that way,” Derek says. “Penelope’s earrings alone are about 49 pounds in there.” He gestures to her floral luggage.

Penelope turns her head to make mock-serious, unwavering eye-contact with Spencer. “He’s mean to me,” she says matter-of-factly.

Derek shakes his head with a chuckle. Spencer notes that his smile hasn’t left his face. He hadn’t thought it possible for Derek to be any happier, but apparently Penelope makes it so. Spencer knows the feeling.

“I love you, Penelope, you know that,” Derek replies, kissing her chastely.

(Penelope’s suitcase weighs at 27 pounds.)

Go Through Security - 7:44 AM

“Hey, those are my socks!” Spencer says, looking pointedly at Penelope’s feet.

The socks are yellow, ankle-high, and covered in rainbows. They’re cute, and Spencer knows they’re cute because they’re his, a pair he’d picked up at a random general store in Des Plaines, Illinois, while on a case. He remembers sending Penelope a photo of them that night, just his socked feet next to Derek’s where they laid on the hotel’s puffy white comforter. She answered with a smattering of emojis, saying she was “So jealous!” Spencer had thought she was referring to the quality time with Derek, but it’s apparent now as she puts her shoes into a gray bin, sliding them onto the conveyor belt, that she’d really been jealous of the socks all along.

“If they’re your socks, why am I wearing them, loverboy?” Penelope counters in jest, back turned to both Spencer and Derek as they follow behind her through the security checkpoint. She flashes a genuine smile to the stoic TSA agent ushering her through as if to say, “Boys, right?”

Instead of arguing, Spencer turns to Derek. “Those are my socks.”

The TSA agent, still sporting a neutral expression and seemingly unimpressed by Penelope’s charms, calls for Spencer to move forward. He’s trying to keep up, obviously, but this morning he double-knotted his shoelaces as always and has slight trouble getting them off quickly. Once he manages to get all of his belongings--belt, shoes, coat, and hat included--into the tray, he stumbles into the security scanner.

“Sorry,” he mumbles. The TSA agent gives him a half-smile in return, and Spencer takes the emotion and holds it close to his chest.

It’s only when Spencer and Derek finally meet Penelope at the bench she’s at, lacing up her boots, that Spencer looks down at Derek’s feet.

“Der,” he says.

Distracted with putting his belt back on, Derek replies absentmindedly. “Yes, baby?”

“Those are my socks.”

Derek looks down at his feet. Two bright pink kittens smile up at him.

Arrive at Gate - 8:17 AM

Penelope passes the sweet-smelling hand sanitizer towards Spencer as they sink into the grimy, uncomfortable seats at the gate, dropping their carry-on bags.

“‘Frosted Snowball,’” Spencer reads aloud from the glittery blue bottle. He pours a generous amount into his hand, watching earnestly as the glitter spreads across his hands and in between his fingers. Something about disinfected hands and shimmer makes him feel as awake as he’s felt all morning, although he secretly hopes Penelope will propose going to get a coffee to help him maintain the feeling.

“Isn’t it cute? I got a few, there’s one in your stocking at home. I couldn’t leave it, look at the little polar bear!”

Spencer passes the sanitizer to Derek, who inspects it with a raised eyebrow.

“Why couldn’t they just call it ‘Coconut,’ if that’s the scent?” He asks, squirting a bit of the gel into his hand. “Makin’ me squint and read the fine print to find out what it actually smells like.”

Penelope presses her lips into a faux pout. “Because ‘Frosted Snowball’ is a cuter name than--” She lowers her voice to mock Derek’s--”’Coconut.’ And, it’s festive! Winter themed!”

Spencer pipes up. “Looks like someone isn’t getting ‘Frosted Snowball’ in their stocking this year.” He grins at Derek.

With a shrug and a smile, Derek slings his arm around Spencer’s shoulders and pulls him to his chest, pressing his lips to Spencer’s temple and letting them linger there. Locking eyes with Penelope, Derek smiles. “C’mere, pretty girl,” he says, patting the seat next to him.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Penelope says, patting Spencer’s thigh as she leaves his side to sit next to Derek.

The airport bustles around them, but they stop and sit, a peaceful bubble of limbs and public displays of affection and glitter and coconut scent.

Board Flight - 9:07AM

“Are you feeling okay?” Derek whispers into Spencer’s ear, letting his lips brush against it. Spencer leans into his touch. Penelope is tucked into her knitting already, and she’s pulled out an extra set of needles and yarn for Spencer.

Spencer nods.

“You’ve been quiet since we boarded,” Derek observes.

Spencer speaks quietly. “I’m just nervous, I guess. I read an article in Psychology Today about how your partner’s parent’s approval can affect how much love and affection you feel in a relationship, and I just don’t want to mess up.”

There’s a pregnant pause. Derek wants to quell Spencer’s fears and reassure him that everything is okay, but then Spencer is talking again, equally as hushed, but more panicked.

“I’m also nervous because, I know your mom and sisters love Penelope, and I’m...I’m new.”

Derek frowns. His palm finds a spot on Spencer’s chest, right over his heart. Derek knows the weight and warmth of his hand will stabilize Spencer, regulating his breathing, and preventing any anxiety attacks from blooming. Grateful for the touch, Spencer continues.

“They’re gonna think it’s weird that we’re together and that it’s weird that I’m a man and that I’m awkward and gangly and I’m not good with social situations and sometimes I say the wrong things at the wrong time and...yeah.” He stops himself from continuing, noticing how he’s working himself into a frenzy. Derek smiles a tiny half-smile, and Spencer returns it in acknowledgement.

Penelope, having overheard bits of the conversation, pulls Spencer’s right hand to her lips and kisses his knuckles softly as a reminder of her presence, then turns back to the new scarf she’s making. It’s in a deep mauve, close to Spencer’s favorite shade of purple. (She hasn’t decided if she’s going to give it to him yet. On one hand, it is his color, and he wears scarves more than she does; but on the other hand, because it’s his color, whenever she wears it it would be a reminder of him. She’s torn. They’ll end up sharing it.)

Derek tucks a piece of Spencer’s hair back behind his ear.

“Let me ask you something,” he says. “Do you think it’s weird that we’re together?”

“No,” Spencer replies.

“Do you think it’s weird that you’re a man?”

“No.”

“So,” Derek shrugs as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “If my family feels some type of way about it, that’s their own issue to get over.”

Spencer nods, letting his eyes search Derek’s.

Derek kisses his forehead. “But, I would never intentionally put you into a situation where I know you would be uncomfortable or unwelcome. You know that, right? Tell me you know that.”

Spencer nods, again. He knows. Derek always protects him. He taps Derek’s hand where it lies on his sternum as an example.

Derek nods, then plants a firm, wet kiss on Spencer’s pouted lips. “So trust me when I tell you it’s all going to be okay, okay?”

“Okay,” Spencer says, and he means it.

Derek pats his chest lovingly and moves to put in his headphones. He’ll catch up on his sport podcasts, but in approximately 23 minutes, he’ll feel bad about having headphones in and offer one to Spencer. Spencer eagerly awaits this interaction, although he’ll decline, waiting for Penelope to get bored with her knitting. Then, the two of them will watch some campy 90’s movie together, and share the peanut M&Ms he snuck into his coat pocket to surprise her with.

But for now, Spencer takes Penelope’s extra set of knitting needles, laying them across his lap.

Content in where he’s at, he smiles and folds up his itinerary.

#morceid #morcia #spencer reid fanfiction #derek morgan fanfiction #penelope garcia fanfiction #penelope garcia #derek morgan #spencer reid #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds #cm

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ry0chann · 2 years

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This morning, I saw this gentleman sleeping on my shoes

The shoe is his now, merry Christmas little dude

(Also eh, it's rainy season in my place and it's quite chilly at the night. So I will keep him)

And yeah, Merry Christmas for y'all

^idk, found this randomly on my old phone gallery

oh what a cute cat!!! for keep him, he’s adorable. and happy holidays to you! i hope you had/are having a wonderful day 🤍✨

#[💬] convos

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A3! Event: Frohe Weihnachten! Epilogue: The Ideal Christmas Date Translation

Izumi is asked to be the boys’ acting partner as they deliver an etude about their ideal Christmas dates.

Misumi: "Stop making excuses. I know you came here to see me, not because of the makeup."

Azami: "Now, my beautiful princess, please come here. I shall give my dearest person a sweet, tingly love."

Spectator A: Kyaa~!!

Spectator B: So cool…!

Izumi: (They're all doing a really great job attracting passerbys…!)

(And with our very successful show the other day, the booth is getting busier than ever.)

(Even Azami-kun has gotten over his shyness. Thank goodness.)

Sakoda: Director ane-san!

Makita: Hey.

Izumi: Sakoda-san, Makita-san! Hello!

Azami: You did stop by, huh.

Sakoda: Hey, Azami~!

Makita: You look good in that costume.

Azami: Thanks.

Izumi: You two also look adorable in those Santa Claus costumes.

Sakoda: Hehe, thanks!

Makita: Well it's a little bit embarrassing since this feels different from when you wear costumes during performance.

Sakoda: We're just here to see how y'all doin'. We needa get back now.

Boss is also here, y'know. But it looks like he hasn't got used to this kind of vibe yet.

He wished you good luck!

Azami: ...Oh.

Izumi: Thank you! We appreciated it!

Azami: Thanks for coming.

Makita: No probs. It's a pleasure to see how cool you are in that outfit.

Sakoda: Come to our takoyaki booth after this! Bye!

Izumi: Great job today, guys!

Guy: The same goes to you. I'm glad the booth is packed.

Kumon: It was both fun and tiring at the same time~! I'm starving now~!

Citron: Should we go eat something before going home, then?

???: There you are!

Azami: ?

Yuuko: Hello!

Izumi: Yuuko-san!?

Misumi: Oh! Hello~!

Yuuko: I came here to thank you for the other day.

Kumon: Thank you?

Yuuko: My date was a great success because of you all.

I told him how I feel...and now we're dating!

Azami: …!

Taichi: For real!?

Azami: Grats.

Izumi: Whoa, congratulations!

Yuuko: Ikaruga-kun, Izumida-kun...Tachibana-kun, and you all...Thank you very much!

Misumi: That's great~! Huge congrats to you~!

Yuuko: Haha. I couldn't do it without you all.

I'll be going now. I have a date after this. Sorry for stopping you on your way home.

Citron: Bye bye! Be happy~!

Guy: I hope you have a great time.

Yuuko: Thank you. Bye bye.

Taichi: Whoa, sounds great~. Christmas date…!

If I were to ask my girlfriend out on a Christmas date...I'd totes take her to the Christmas Market and then….

I know! How about we ask Director-sensei to play our partner and--.

Perform a simple act about our ideal Christmas date based on our roles this time around. How's that!?

Izumi: What!?

Citron: I like that idea! Sounds like fun!

Kumon: Yea! I'm in!

Misumi: Me too~!

Guy: I guess it can serve as a good practice given we still have some days left until the Christmas Market ends.

Citron: That's right!

Izumi: W-Well, I can't deny that…

Taichi: With that said, Director-sensei, you'll be our partner!

Izumi: (Uugh, I feel like I'm being talked into it, and I'm still kinda shy…)

Azami: C-Christmas date, you say…

Citron: You'll be fine! It should be a piece of cake for you now!

Guy: Well now, Director, may I go first?

Izumi: Y-Yeah, sure.

Guy: "What a beautiful tree. Look. They have Santa Claus and angels ornaments there."

Izumi: Whoa, you're right.

Guy: "Haha. How can you be so cute even when getting all hyped like that."

"Aren't you cold? Move closer."

Izumi: …!

Guy: "I've also prepared a special present for you. Look forward to it."

Taichi: Wow! So mature!

Misumi: Yup, it's cool~!

Kumon: Okay, I'm going next!

"Wow! This Christmas Market sure is packed with people, huh! I see lots of delicious food and cute stuff here."

"Where do you wanna go first?"

Izumi: Hehe, all of them look so much fun I can't decide.

Kumon: "I know, right! ...Hehe, you see, I was so looking forward to going to this Christmas Market with you."

"Say, do you wanna go watch the night sky or illumination after this?"

"It's not like I hate crowded places, but you know… I want to spend quality time with you, watching illumination and stuff. ...What's your call?"

Citron: Nice one! I got butterflies in my stomach!

Misumi: Same~!

Kumon: Seriously? Yeaay~!

Next up is...Sumi-san!

Misumi: Roger!

"Hey. I assume you've cleared up your schedules for today."

Izumi: Yup. Of course.

Misumi: "...Good girl. Since today is Christmas, I'll listen to whatever you want."

"I'll be your personal Santa Claus."

"The same goes for you. You'll be my personal Santa Claus, right, Izumi?"

Taichi: Dang! Even though I'm a man, I blushed seeing your act, Misumi-san!

Azami: He suits the role perfectly. I expect no less from you.

Citron: You go next, Taichi!

Taichi: Alright!

"Christmas sure is such an exciting event, huh! You get Christmas songs, sparkling trees and wreaths…"

"But what makes my heart palpitate and warm like this is… the fact that I'm with you."

Izumi: ...Thank you. I'm having fun as well.

Taichi: "Glad to hear that."

"Now, what do you want to do? Skating, special sweets, illumination...You name it."

"My beloved princess, Izumi. Let us spend this beautiful Christmas together."

Kumon: Wow! I like the usual you, Taichi-san, but your acting as a butler sure is something else!

Guy: There's a gap between his usual self and this role.

Citron: I won't lose to you! Next up is me!

"What are you gettin' so hyped up about? It's just Christmas. So childish. Fine, I'll go along with you."

Izumi: Thank you! I can't wait to go to the places here.

Citron: "God, look at you...your eyes are literally sparkling right now."

"...So cute."

Izumi: Huh…

Citron: "I-I didn't say anything, all right! You're just hearing things."

"Well, it ain't like I hate spending Christmas with you. Let's go."

Misumi: Shy Citron is cute~!

Kumon: Tsundere Citron-san is totes cool and adorbs!

Taichi: All right, last is A-chan! You better nail it!

Azami: "Spending Christmas with you is like a dream to me."

"You're right. This illumination is really beautiful."

"But no matter how beautiful it is… To me, you're the most beautiful one here--so beautiful that I can't take my eyes off you."

Izumi: …!

Azami: "Merry Christmas, Izumi-san."

Izumi: Merry Christmas to you too, Azami-kun.

Azami: "There's a Christmas tree over there. Shall we go?"

"Now, hold my ha…"

…

No, no! I can't do it! Walking around while holding hands is too damn embarrassing!

Citron: Ooh. It's still impossible in the end, huh.

Kumon: And you were doing really great halfway~.

Taichi: A-chan is too innocent, after all!

Azami: S-Shaddap!

Izumi: (Hahaha. That's just like him.)

< Episode 10 | Masterlist

#a3!#a3! translation #spring troupe #summer troupe #autumn troupe #winter troupe #citron #misumi ikaruga #taichi nanao #kumon hyodo #azami izumida #guy

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