#told y’all I’d be really slow on these prompts

[hazel-of-sodor]

A Screech in the Night

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Abbey lounged in the fading light. At the platform, Enid was arranging the final trains of the day, all heading home to Uman. Screech rolled forward from the coaling tower to stop in front of the express engine. Geyn and Freda climbed down to grab tea in the nearby crew huts with Abbey's crew.

A creak came from the Star's frame as she shifted, stretching as much as her nature would allow. 

"I missed this." She sighed contentedly. The 4-6-0 had set a new record with the first run of the express after the storm, and hardly seemed to be slowing down any time soon.

Screech snorted, "were you not saying you enjoyed the break from pulling the express just last week?"

The Express huffed a small laugh as she finished her stretch, "True... it can be a bit much when you're doing it every day for years on end." She smiled ruefully, "but I found myself missing it quicker than I thought I would."

"Indeed," Screech said quietly.

Abbey sighed, "Out with it."

"...I do not know what you're referring to."

The Star gave her an unimpressed look, "You've been more dramatic and anguished lately, which either means you haven't got to terrorise anyone lately, or something bothering you."

Screech opened her mouth to respond, only for Abbey to interrupt, "and I know it's not the first, Mali told me about the boys."

Screech sniffed derisively. "They are lucky I only scared them. They served far more for insinuating that to her."

"You threatened to castrate them and then force-feed them what was left."

"Well, I could hardly properly threaten them with children on the platform."

"You're not the least bit sorry are you"

"Miss Morgan gave me a biscuit for it."

Guinevere sighed with exasperated fondness, "In front of them, I presume?"

"Of course."

She shook her head with a snort, "Of course she did." She looked up to pin Screech with a look, "Now out with it. I'd rather know the problem before you resort to eating whoever is bothering you."

Screech gave a small puff of amusement before falling silent in thought. Abbey was about to prompt her again when she finally spoke. "Enid said something after the storm that bothered me...or more rather my reaction to it did."

"What did she say?"

"That she couldn't imagine what you all would do when I left."

"Aww, you're worried about us?" Abbey said teasingly. 

Screech didn't react, staring at the sleeper between them.

Screech could practically feel the whisper roll its eyes, 'Just tell her you utter disaster of an engine.'

"I realised...I didn't wanna leave."

"Then don't."

Screech looked up to see Abbey fighting a smile.

"You would want me to stay?"

Abbey rolled her eyes and rolled forward, and bumped Screech's buffers affectionately.

"We had no plans of letting you leave, you silly thing." Guinevere smirked, "We all have breakdowns rigged in case you went to leave."

"What!?"

Screech stared as the whisper cackled.

"My valve gear, Enid's tanks, Avon's springs. You've been ours for a while now. It was just a question of how long you took to realise it."

Screech spluttered.

"Your name plates were finished weeks ago by the way."

Screech wheeshed in resignation. "They had better impress me," she said sulkily.

Guinevere laughed.

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In Welsh mythology, the Gwyllgi is a bull-sized wolf with blazing red eyes and baleful breath that appears as an omen of death. On the Uman and Din, Gwyllgi is their 7th locomotive and night watch-engine. A terrifying creature not meant to remain in this world, and a really useful engine.

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AN: Hey everyone! Thank you for reading this passion project of mine. Screech and her fleetmates will return in ‘What’s Lost is Found’. Currently I think that will drop two weeks from today. It might be next week if I get alot of writing done, but I can’t promise that so two weeks. Love y’all, Dry rails and Smooth running.

#Uman and Din #Uman and Din Railway #U&DR #U&D #ttte fanfic #rws fanfic #eldritch train #eldritch engine #engines that go bump in the night

[alphinias]

'You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?' for jiara - I was thinking abt the moment when Kie sees JJ in his baseball uniform for the first time, and she's kinda speechless 👀😏

Talk about hot JJ being hot in a baseball uniform? I can do that. 

Kiara was not really a huge fan of organized sports as a principle. Most of the kids involved left much to be desired, and the mainstream sports in particular fell victim to political relationships as often as they did natural talent.

But Kiara was a good friend (And secretly competitive as hell), so when JJ was plucked off the back alley sandlot where he threw curveballs in his downtime for a scholarship at St. Anne’s Academy, she was obligated as his best friend to attend his games for moral support. He still gave his kook teammates a wary side eye even months after joining their practices, and even though Kiara was confident they wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize a straight shot to state at the hands of their new star pitcher, she wasn’t as confident JJ wouldn’t ruin this opportunity for himself. He tended to strike out like a stray dog when he was cornered, so if her smiling face from the stands helped give him a light at the end of the alley, then she was going to be there.

She was prepared for over the top kook parents threatening to fight the umpires. For gossiping girlfriends bragging about whose number they wore on their backs. Even for the scorching heat.

What she was not prepared for was the way her breath caught in her chest when JJ approached the mound, digging his cleats into the clay.  

Kiara was not blind.

She’d been there when JJ’s abs popped up the summer before high school, had seen them twisting as he got a better angle on a wave. Her eyes had lingered on his tongue darting out over tobacco paper probably more times than she was prepared to admit, and she understood why he tended to catch the eyes of touron girls at the Boneyard.

She knew he was hot, okay? But she had a perfectly good handle on it, even when he made those ridiculous, never-quite-serious insinuations towards her. At least she did until he strutted out in front of her in his baseball uniform looking like the fucking cover for Sports Illustrated.

Kiara clutched her hands under the bleachers when JJ wound up to pitch. Loosened them, then tightened them again when he turned around and she got an unfair view of the way his pants hugged his ass.

“Popcorn?” John B asked, shoving the bag in her face. He and Pope, who was on his other side keeping some sort of pitching record book, had already made three trips to the concession stand, and the game had just started.

“No,” Kiara said, with a little more bite than was probably called for.

John B shrugged, then clapped when JJ threw another pitch. The umpire called it a ball, and the grin slipped off his face when the kook parents shot them dirty looks. JJ tapped his fingers against his thigh, then adjusted the blue cap on his head, and Kiara could just picture his tongue sneaking out to wet his lips.

She decided maybe some popcorn was a fantastic idea. “Give me some of that.”

Things got easier as the game went on. She grew tense for other reasons, like when the other team had too many players on base, and gained a much more secure hold over her thoughts until JJ was in the batter’s box right in front of her. She couldn’t really be blamed for looking then, could she?

JJ’s team won, and judging by the big ass grin on his face, his coach was more than pleased with his performance in his first game.

John B and Pope got predictably cagey when it came to fetching him from his teammates. Although JJ hated kooks more than anyone, John B and Pope didn’t have the barrier of being useful team members to them.

“Kie, you go get him,” Pope said, shuffling around behind the concession stand, because the kooks were forced to barely tolerate her at school, and that evidently made her fair game. John B nodded, curly hair flopping, and nudged her towards the dugout. The other boys on the team were already filing out, the loud air of victory surrounding their conversation.

Kiara scowled, but for once, the sooner she got home, the better. Even if she hadn’t caught a ride with John B to begin with, she couldn’t slip off without saying hello to JJ. She inched her way towards the team while John B and Pope retreated to the safe haven of the parking lot. 

She caught JJ rounding the dugout, bat bag slung over his shoulder. He threw her a lazy grin, and her heart did a totally uncalled for summersault. Up close, even with his hair drenched in sweat, he looked good.

The uniform stretched out over his shoulders, and his pants had gained a dirt stain from where he slid into home. She was sure the sight of it made her pulse quicken, which she wasn’t sure what that said about her.

“Yo,” he said, and she could tell he was tired. He’d pitched a full five innings before being rotated to outfield, so he had a right to be.

Kiara couldn’t count the sheer amount of words she and JJ had spoken in their lifetime. Late nights of laughter and chats after the others had gone to sleep, incoherent babbling when they were high.

The words never got caught in her fucking throat. “Hey.”

“Where’s my congrats kiss? Pickens and his lady got one.”

Normally, Kiara would have snorted. She’d have dropped some comment about how he must be dreaming, or how Pope was waiting for him right around the corner.

Instead, she snapped, “What?”

JJ didn’t miss her weirdness. His brows scrunched up together. “What? No shit talking? No you were amazing, JJ?”

“You were amazing, JJ.”

“Seriously, you’re never this quiet. What’s wrong?”

Kiara rolled her eyes, ignoring the thoughts racing through her brain, and gave him a playful bop on the arm. “Oh my god. Nothing. You really did great though.”

“Why thank you.”

“The boys are at the Twinkie. Come on.”

JJ nodded, thumb flicking at the cracked screen of his iphone five. His gaze flitted to her, shadowed by his hat, and she quickly looked away. She met his eyes again just as quickly, not wanting him to pick up on her caginess. He’d never let her live it down if he knew she was thinking about running her hands all over him.

“Hm. Next game’s Tuesday,” he said.

She’d never been so torn over whether her smile came across fake or overeager. “Great.”

#not me wanting to write more of this lmao #jiara #obx #jiara prompts #my writing #told y’all I’d be really slow on these prompts

[specialagentsergio]

hands to myself

summary: You and Spencer have just confessed your feelings for each other. And now, he simply can’t keep his hands off of you.

pairing: spencer reid x f!reader

category: smut, 18+ (minors DNI)

content warnings: swearing, dirty talk, making out, heavy petting, fingering, hand job, lil bit of overstimulation, penetrative sex, protected sex (no glove no love y’all), lmk if i missed anything.

a/n: this is a companion to my fic side effects may vary, but can be read as a standalone. enjoy!

a/n 2: just a quick reminder, in case you missed it above—the original fic is gender neutral reader, but this is female reader.

word count: 2.3k

song: hands to myself by selena gomez

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You lift your head from his chest and look him in the eyes. “Kiss me again.”

Spencer does. He can hardly believe this is real. Yesterday he was waking up in his own bed, alone and grumpy about having to get up. Today he’s in your bed after spending the night with you. You confessed your feelings to him just moments ago, feelings that he was thrilled to inform you that he shared. And now, he’s kissing you.

You pull back eventually, and he’s about to complain, but then notices how loose the shirt you’ve slept in is. With the way you’re leaning over him, it gives him a great view right down it. He quickly looks away, but it’s already burned into his mind.

You adjust positions slightly, pulling your legs up under you to kneel at his side, then lean back down to resume kissing him. He keeps one hand on the back of your neck, but the other wanders; it eventually comes to a stop right under your breast.

You tilt your head, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “You can touch, Spencer,” you murmur.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He immediately starts feeling you up through your shirt, then thinks better of it and moves his hand underneath the fabric. He’s so caught up in exploring what may possibly be the best pair of tits he’s ever had the privilege of touching that he doesn’t notice your hand descending his body until it’s at the waistband of his underwear.

Your eyes flick up to his, asking for permission; the way your pupils are dilated makes his heart skip a beat. There’s no denying he’d love your hand on his cock, but he still says, “Wait.”

You slide your hand away and to his waist. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing’s wrong,” he says breathlessly. “I’m enjoying this. But I realize there’s a sort of… societal expectation for women to…”

“Put out?” you offer.

He wrinkles his nose. “I hate that phrase. But yes.” He pushes a strand of hair out of your face. “I just want to tell you that it’s okay if you don’t want to, you know… go all the way right now.”  

“Oh, I want to,” you answer right away. Your nails dig into his side a little. “You have no idea how much I’ve been fantasizing about you lately.”

Spencer inhales sharply. “Christ, (Y/N).”

“But likewise,” you continue, as if you didn’t just cause his brain to explode with one sentence. “If you don’t want to do this right now, we can wait.”

He doesn’t answer with words; instead, he pulls you back down into a passionate kiss.

“I’ll take that as a yes to me touching your cock,” you murmur against his lips.

“God, yes,” he corrects.

He had taken off his pants to sleep last night, so you have easy access to his dick. You push his briefs down his hips and take him in your hand. He can’t stop the groan that leaves his mouth. You take a moment to glance down and run your hand every which way across it, getting familiar with it.

“Your cock looks even better than I imagined,” you mutter as you begin to jerk him off.

Spencer throws his head back against the pillows. “Well, I definitely feel a lot less guilty for jacking off to thoughts of you now.”

You smile. “You got yourself off thinking of me?”

“More often than I’d like to say,” he admits. “But from the sound of it, I wasn’t the only one.”

“No, not at all. What would you think about?”

It’s then that he notices you grinding down on the heel of your foot. He’s had a hand on your ass, and slides it forward now, replacing your heel with his hand. “I thought about doing this,” he says, rubbing his hand up and down over your clothed pussy. “More than this, too.”

“Tell me. No, wait,” you correct. “Show me.”

He doesn’t oblige right away; instead he latches his lips to the skin right above your collarbone and sucks hard enough to leave a mark. The corners of his mouth turn up when he feels you squirm against his hand. “I’d love to,” he finally says.

Deftly, his hand moves past the waistband of your panties, past fabric, skin and hair. “Lovely,” he murmurs when he feels the wetness gathering at your entrance. The pace you’re rubbing his cock at falters a bit when he slides a finger inside. A second finger quickly follows, then he matches your movements, thrusting his fingers into you when your hand moves down his cock; pulling them out when you stroke up. He relishes in the moan you let out when he crooks his fingers to hit that spot.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so good,” you breathe out.

With his free hand, he pulls down your panties so he can watch his fingers glide in and out of you. “Contrary to what my coworkers think, I have done this before,” he murmurs.

“Doesn’t surprise me at all.” You pause in your strokes to play with the head of his cock, prompting a moan of his own. “You’re so pretty. I’m surprised more people don’t throw themselves at you.”

He shrugs. “It’s the social ineptitude, I believe.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re—oh shit,” you gasp. He’s just adjusted so the heel of his hand is grinding against your clit on each thrust of his fingers into you.

This goes on for a few more minutes, the room filled with the sound of heavy breathing, gasps, and moans. Suddenly, you stop stroking his cock. He pulls back from kissing you and looks at you questioningly.

“I want you,” you whisper.

Spencer frowns a little. “You have me? My fingers are literally inside of you.”

“I meant I want your cock,” you laugh. “I’d really like to fuck you.”

He didn’t think it was possible for his dick to get any harder, and yet…. “I’d really like that, too.”

He removes his fingers from you rather reluctantly. You cup his face in your hands, giving him a passionate kiss before moving away from him, and he wonders briefly what to do with himself as you root around in the bedside table, but the answer quickly occurs to him. When you turn back to him with a condom in hand, he’s popped his fingers into his mouth and is sucking on them.

“Oh, Jesus,” you murmur. He just smiles around his fingers, holding out his other hand for the condom. But he does, unfortunately, need two hands to open it. After taking his underwear off all the way, he uses his wet fingers to stroke his cock a few times, then rolls the condom on.

He’s about to ask what position you’d prefer, but you answer it for him, moving to straddle his hips after tossing your panties aside. You pull his shirt off of him, then take off your own. He immediately fixates on your breasts again, placing his hands on your waist and tugging your closer so he can take one into his mouth.

“You really like my boobs, huh?” you ask.

He hums an agreement against your skin. “I mean, I really like all of you. But I’m particularly fond of these.”

He keeps at it until you let out a little whine, rolling your hips against his erection. “Spencer, please.”

“Alright, alright,” he relents. He places one kiss on each breast, then leans back.

You smile in excitement, wiggling your hips a little. You take his cock in your hand and run the tip through your folds. “You ready?”

He nods. “I’m ready.”

You line him up, then sink down onto him. He’s done a good job getting you ready; his cock slides in easily. You both let out sighs of relief and pleasure when he’s fully inside you. You lean forward slightly, gripping the headboard. “God, you feel so good,” you say breathlessly.

All he can do is make an affirmative noise, overcome with the pleasure of being inside of you. You feel perfect. “Y—yeah, you… you too,” he manages to get out.

It makes you laugh. “And they say romance is dead.”

After some deliberation, he settles on putting his hands on your hips. “Who says that?”

“It’s just a figure of speech.” You press a few soft kisses on his lips, then begin to move. You take it slow at first, lifting yourself up, then dropping back down. It takes him a moment to get accustomed to it, but when he does, he adjusts his legs so he can lift his hips up to meet yours on each stroke.

“I realize I didn’t express my thoughts very well,” he says, pulling your chest down against his so he can whisper into your ear. “So just to be clear, your pussy feels fucking amazing.”

“Fuck,” you gasp. You press your forehead against his and he follows your gaze to between your legs. The sight of his cock sliding in and out of you makes him groan.

“Yeah,” you agree. “It’s a good view.”

Some of your hair has fallen into his face; his pushes it to the side so he can see better. It’s an intoxicating sight, even more so when he starts fucking up into you faster.

You brace yourself with a hand on his chest. “Your cock… it feels like it was made just for me,” you pant.

“Mmhmm,” he agrees. “It’s… oh, I’m close.”

The side of your mouth turns up. “Already?” you tease.

“It’s the first time I’ve fucked you,” he protests. “I’ve been thinking about this for months. Of course I’m not going to last as long as usual.”

He may be feeling his orgasm approach, but Spencer hasn’t forgotten about you. He slides a hand down to where your bodies are joined, gathers some of the wetness there, and uses it to rub your clit.

“Oh, Spencer, yes,” you praise, and start bouncing on his dick faster.

In general, Spencer prefers for his partner to come before he does, but he doesn’t think he’s going to make it this time. Your skin is covered in a light sweat and your hair is messy, and it’s so… charming. Naked on top of him, he doesn’t think you’ve ever looked more beautiful.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.” The pet name slips out of his mouth on its own.

Your hand finds its way to his hair—you tug—and he’s gone. He thrusts up into you sloppily as he cums, moaning your name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

“Your ‘o’ face is so hot,” you say when he’s come down and is able to look into your eyes again.

“My what?”

“The ‘o face’ refers to the expression someone has when they orgasm,” you explain. “Yours is really hot.” Then your bottom lip drops out in a little pout, a clear contrast to your words. You grind down on him just a little and it clicks into place. His thumb had stopped moving on your clit when he came, and now you’re left without release.

He goes back to it rubbing your clit immediately, so suddenly that it startles you. “Spencer!” you yelp.

His free hand slides up the expanse of your back. “I’ve got you. Gonna make sure you cum, too.”

“Please,” you whimper. His dick is still inside you, and the little rocking movements you’re making cause a little overstimulation, but the condom helps and the way you clench around him every few seconds… he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to.

Your hand grasps his; you move his fingers around a little, showing him exactly how you like it. And when he gets it right--

“Oh, shit. That’s it, Spence. That’s it. Don’t stop.”

He kisses your neck as he does just what you say—he doesn’t stop.

Shortly you’re gasping out against the skin of his shoulder. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna--”

You throw your head back as you cum. The rhythmic contractions of your pussy around his cock makes it twitch inside of you. If he wasn’t still in his refractory period, that alone could make him hard.

“There you go,” he murmurs. “Told you I’d take care of you.”

You settle down completely against him, chest to chest, and he listens as you catch your breath. “Thank you. Not everyone… well, every man, will do that.”

“I’ll always finish you off,” he promises, and presses a kiss to your cheek.

You lay there together for five blissful minutes, running fingers across each other’s bodies and whispering sweet nothings. But then you push yourself up with a huff. Naturally, Spencer immediately protests. “Where are you going?”

“Gotta go pee,” you say with a shrug. “The chance of a UTI trumps cuddling with you right now. Sorry.”

“Well. Understandable,” he concedes. He watches his now-soft dick slide out of you as you get up; it’s rather captivating. He starts cleaning himself up as you walk off towards the bathroom, carefully rolling the condom off and tying it off.

“Spencer.”

He looks up. You’re standing in the bathroom doorway. “Yes?”

“You know how earlier I said I had been trying to get you into my bed for weeks?” you ask. “And I said that I didn’t mean it that way?”  

“I do.”

“Well, that was only half true.”

The side of his mouth turns up. “Clearly.”

Your little bashful smile makes his heart flutter. But then you say, “You should thank your psychiatrist the next time you see her. You know, for prescribing you a medication that made you fall asleep, and subsequently led to you getting laid.”

Heat rises to his cheeks. He clears his throat before speaking. “You know, I think I’ll keep that to myself.”

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#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid smut #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds self insert #smut #my fic #not sfw #minors dni #the 'no glove no love' is a joke i actually do not like how condoms feel personally #but seriously practice safe sex y'all

[theramenbandit]

20 and 59 for the mashup au prompts. Any pairing that strikes your fancy :)

From this post here 

Describe how I’ll combine them: Co-teachers to lovers via secret admirer shenanigans.

“And don’t forget, project drafts are due next Thursday.”

So far, so good, Lena thinks as she gathers up her belongings and heads out the door of her first class of the day. She likes it here in Midvale. It’s a lot slower, a lot quieter, a lot--

Force, mass, velocity, something bumps into her hard.

“Oh shoot! I am so sorry. Here…” 

The woman who apparently was the thing that bumped into her bends down and picks her things up off the floor. 

Lena is, of course, properly miffed and halfway to a firm scolding until the woman straightens up again and Lena forgets how talking works for a moment.

Her hair is flowing in golden locks and the bluest eyes she had ever seen are looking at her from behind dark-rimmed glasses.

“Wait, you’re the new girl, right? Lena from Metropolis?” 

“Yes,” Lena clears her throat. “Yes, that’s me.”

“Sorry about that,” the woman says nervously. “Let me make it up to you. Lunch in the hall at lunchtime?”

Lena should say no. She’s not here to make friends. But the blonde is cute and her shoulders are...nice. So…

“Okay.”

“Okay.” 

The blonde gives her a thumbs up and turns to leave, but quickly turns around and jogs back to where Lena is standing mutely. 

“It’s Kara, by the way.” She extends a hand towards Lena in introduction. “Kara Danvers. I teach English.”

Ao3

Kara Danvers takes it upon herself to be Lena from Metropolis’ first ever official work friend.

-

Lena loses a fight with the coffee maker. She’d been having a bad day already, see. Her mother had called this morning, so naturally, by the time the damn machine stopped working, she was on the brink of tears. 

“Hey there, is everything alright?” Kara asks cautiously as she walks into the break area. 

“Everything is fucking dandy, thanks.” Lena growls, angrily swiping a hand at her eyes.

“Whoa, okay… You know, Noonan’s is right over there and your next class isn’t til 3, we could--”

“How did you know that?”

Kara casually points to the schedule on the board behind her.

Lena only growls again.

“Okay, you’re really wound up. Come on, a walk could do you some good.”

Kara learns that Lena is here as a middle school science teacher because she wants to prove something to her mother. And the pressure is getting to her.

“Sometimes you don't have to do amazing, just have to do your best.” Kara says reasonably. “Look, you're great and your students love you. So don't worry about what your mother says. Judge your work by the proper standard or... something.”

Lena chuckles at that. Kara was probably right. 

"Thank you. I… I really needed that." 

Kara nods sagely and continues to sip at her iced coffee. "What are friends for?" 

-

The note is simple and plain and handwritten and she has absolutely no idea what it means. Or who it’s from, for that matter.

It’s, well... It’s notes. The note contains notes. That much she can suppose from the five lines and the G-clef and the black dots staring back at her. She looks around for anyone who might have left it there by accident, but she’s alone in the faculty room. What’s more, the note is wedged between the pages of her lesson plan for today, the only thing currently lying on her desk. Frowning, she looks back down at the small piece of paper and shoves it into one of her drawers. She’ll decide what to do with it later.

-

The note notes are piling up now and she thinks this might be something worth investigating. She'd gotten three more over the last week, each with the same handwriting and the same paper, but the notes on the staff (she does know some things) seemed to be different every time. She lines them up in order of the dates she got them and squints intensely at them, daring the offending dots to tell her what the hell is going on. 

-

Kara's eyes widen in horror when she walks into the faculty room and sees Lena glaring at the notes. 

Her notes. 

She quickly makes to get out again but Lena's already seen her. 

"Kara, hey!" 

Shit. 

"Hi, what's up?" the blonde responds, her voice suddenly pitchy. 

"Can you help me figure this out?" She scoots over as Kara leans into her space and over her desk. 

"Oh, they're notes," Kara tries nonchalantly. 

"I can see that," Lena deadpans. "Notes to what?" 

"Ehm, well this is a G, and this is a D… That's an E minor… It's a song."

Lena fights the urge to dramatically roll her eyes. "Do you know what song it is?" 

Dammit, this is wonderful. 

"It could be any song, Lena." 

She's still trying to dodge it but Lena is adamant. And Kara doesn't want to lie, but she doesn't want to be found out, either. 

"Uh... I could play it and maybe we can figure it out?" 

"Okay, let's try that." 

-

The music room is empty, much to Kara's eternal chagrin, so she and Lena walk up to the piano and she starts to play the notes that Lena holds up in front of her. 

"It's Elvis," Kara says simply. 

Lena soon recognizes the tune and starts to hum along with the keys. Just then, Kara slowly looks up from her seat and is mesmerized by the sight: the light is hitting Lena's face just so, illuminating the lines of her jaw, the curve of her lips, the dark red of her hair. She wishes she could stay in this moment forever. And if Lena were paying attention, she would notice that Kara wasn't even looking at the notes anymore. She was playing by heart. 

"Oh, that's sweet," Lena whispers when the tune is done. "And you never told me you could play." 

"My dad taught me the basics. The rest I figured out myself," Kara says quietly. 

"Aren't you full of surprises?" 

-

"It might be Mike, you know, that guy from the marching band? He is objectively good looking." 

"He chews with his mouth open." 

"Ooh, could it be Jack from phys ed?" He walks around with a guitar most Fridays." 

"Lena, Jack is so gay for the bar owner and you know it." 

"Well, who could it be?" 

Me, Kara wants to say. But she doesn't. She doesn't want to make things weird. 

They're sitting on the bleachers during the afternoon break, Lena leaning into her side munching on the donuts Kara had gotten for them. It wasn't hard for them to fall into this sort of easy companionship. Kara was open and friendly, and Lena, once her walls had gone down, was sharp and fascinating. And Kara fears that the feelings she's developed might ruin whatever this was that they had. So instead of being honest with herself, she just shrugs and bites sullenly into her own donut. 

"It could be anyone." 

-

People are starting to notice how often they are together, start talking about how cute they look next to each other. And so people waste no time in throwing them into each other's paths, especially since prom is three days away. 

-

“Come ON, Lena!” Kara yells as she grabs Lena’s hand and drags her to the dance floor. Lena tries her best until she isn’t so much trying as she is struggling to keep up with Kara, who seems to have only got more hyper as the night wore on. But the joy on her face is infectious, and honestly, if she got to see this every day, Lena wouldn’t mind.

The song ends and the band’s vocalist approaches the mic.

"Hey, hey, everybody, y’all having a good time?” 

The crowd whoops in affirmation. 

“Alright! Well I think it’s about the proper hour, so we’re gonna slow things down a bit starting with a classic.” 

The opening strains of a piano-driven ballad fill the air, and Kara politely extends a hand towards Lena.

Lena accepts.

Wise men say only fools rush in / But I can’t help falling in love with you

The world around them dissolves as they sway together, Kara’s hand gentle against the small of Lena’s back, Lena’s arm reaching up behind Kara’s shoulder. 

“It’s Elvis,” Kara whispers against her hair.

“It was you,” Lena chuckles in response.

“You knew?” Kara says as she draws back to look at her.

“No. But I was kinda hoping.” She smiles warmly and Kara has never seen anything more beautiful in her life.

“You’re not mad?”

“Darling, why would I be mad?” Lena lifts her hand to brush it across Kara’s cheek. “You had me at Oh Shoot."

Kara laughs as she ducks her head in embarrassment and Lena cannot help but join her. 

"I'd really like to kiss you right now."

"Please do."

#Full disclosure i have zero experience with teacher AUs #Like i was legit scared when this landed in my inbox #But i had fun doing this and it was a good brain stretch #so thank you spicycheeser for the challenge and i hope this was to your liking #i went with sc bcs why not #20 teacher au #59 interrupted declaration of love #RBmicrofics #writing tag #word count #1476 #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #supergirl

[waka-chan-out]

for the 300 follower event, could you do prompt 30 with either daichi, tsukki, or ennoshita? preferably a sub reader and kind of showing the reader off to their friends??

300 Follower Event

Ennoshita Chikara

Prompt 30: “Let me show you how to do it.”

this fic was part of my 300 follower event. check out the rest of the submissions here.

non-canonical timeskip.

word count: 1.3k

content warning: established relationship, fem!reader (he refers to you as his girlfriend), open relationship, dom!ennoshita, switch!reader, kinda sub tanaka? phone sex, teasing, praise kink, fingering

also featuring: tanaka (no, i am not sorry. this was fun.)

i swear to god y’all are trying to kill me.

Ennoshita was always a little too kind hearted for his own good. Yes, he could be harsh, but when someone asked to borrow something that was his, he couldn’t help but let them.

So when Tanaka was horny posting at 3 am, he was more than happy to let you FaceTime the man and offer him some relief.

“You sure this is okay?” Tanaka asked. You resisted the urge to look over at Ennoshita, who was lounging on his desk chair scrolling through his phone.

“You really gonna ask that now?” you laughed. “What I say goes.” Tanaka’s head tipped back and he groaned.

“Fuck. I like when you talk like that.”

“Yeah? Show me.”

His face screwed up into a wince as he fucked into his fist faster.

“There you go,” you said. “See how fun it is when you do what you’re told?”

“Shit,” he groaned as his head tipped forward. “I wish I could touch you.”

Ennoshita scoffed, making you smile before clapping your free hand over your mouth.

“What the hell was that?” Tanaka said, hand slowing.

Ennoshita stood and approached you, not bothering to lift his gaze from his phone as he leaned into the camera frame.

“Hey,” he said. Tanaka let out a shocked sound as you hid your face in embarrassed laughter.

“What the fuck is going on?” Tanaka yelled.

“You didn’t think I’d let her play unsupervised, did you?”

“Fuck, Ennoshita. That’s messed up.”

“Is it? You’re the one jacking off to my girlfriend.”

Tanaka was silent and Ennoshita laughed. He gestured for you to scoot over and adjusted the camera. He settled behind you with you between his legs.

“You wanted to touch her,” he said, offering his fingers to you. You took them into your mouth and swirled your tongue around. Tanaka inhaled sharply as Ennoshita pulled them out and brought them down between your legs. “Let me show you how to do it.”

He began circling your clit quickly, making you gasp and grab his leg. You could feel him smile against your ear.

“Keep your legs open, love. I want him to be able to see everything.” You nodded hurriedly and laid your head back on Ennoshita’s shoulder. He laughed. “God, are you already close? Did he turn you on that much?”

You couldn’t respond. His hand felt so much better than your own, strong and sure and somehow always aware of where to touch you.

“Why’d you stop touching yourself, Tanaka? Isn’t this what you wanted? Look how fucked out she is because of you.” You glanced at the screen and Tanaka looked stunned. He had stopped his movements, but he didn’t look any less turned on. “Don’t you want to watch him, darling?” Ennoshita mumbled in your ear. “Why don’t you ask nicely?”

“Tanaka,” you breathed. His eyes widened. “Please.”

Ennoshita stopped moving his hand and you whined.

“Please what? Be specific.”

“Please show me. I want to watch you touch yourself.”

Ennoshita smiled against your hair and slid two fingers inside of you. You swore and squeezed your eyes shut.

“Good girl,” he said. “You heard her, Tanaka.”

Tanaka took a deep breath and readjusted his camera so you could see him. He hesitated, then began slowly pumping his cock and staring at the screen.

“Fuck, you look good,” he said. You shot him a lazy smile.

Ennoshita curled his fingers and drove them into you faster. You let out a surprised gasp and grabbed his bicep. He didn’t let up on the pace, instead choosing to grab your arm and shift it behind your back.

“You close, love?” he asked. You nodded, fist tightening behind you. “Good girl. What do you think, Tanaka? Should we let her come?”

Tanaka looked completely fucked out and stopped for a moment, considering the question.

“Not yet,” he said. Ennoshita withdrew his fingers and you let out a pathetic noise.

“Oh, hush,” he teased. “It’s not polite to come first when we have a guest.”

You slapped his leg lightly and he laughed. You could feel the pressure of his cock behind you and, thankfully he seemed to be pulling down his waistband.

“Well, Tanaka. Want to see how well she takes it?” he asked. Tanaka’s eyebrows nearly raised off his head as Ennoshita lifted your hips up and laid back.

“Show him how you fuck yourself, darling. Come on.” You hesitated, hovering in Ennoshita’s lap. You were still facing the camera and felt both men’s eyes on you, but you had just been so close. You needed to see it through.

You lined Ennoshita up with your entrance and sunk down, barely muffling a moan.

“That’s it, baby,” he said, running a hand over your hip. “I’ve got you. Just show Tanaka how good you are.” You nodded and circled your hips, forcing a sharp breath from Ennoshita. You tried to establish a pace that your shaky legs could keep up with, but it didn’t take long for you to realize it wouldn’t be enough. You had been so close, and now you were inching toward the edge again, not quite able to tip over.

“Chikara,” you breathed.

“What do you need, love?” He caressed your legs.

“I need more. Please.” Your face burned as you said it. He would help you. He knew how to get you there. He chuckled.

“That desperate, huh? What do you think, Tanaka? Does she deserve more?”

Tanaka’s face was screwed up in a blissed-out expression that would have made you smile if you weren’t so desperate for him to hurry up and answer.

“Just fuck her, Ennoshita. She asked nicely.”

In that moment Tanaka became one of your favorite people. Ennoshita laughed again and began readjusting himself on the bed.

“Fine by me. Sit up, love,” he said. He shifted so he was laying sideways and pulled you down to his chest. “There you go. You okay?”

You nodded and pressed a kiss to his lips. You could feel him smile as he lined himself up and pushed inside of you. You moaned lightly into his mouth. He rocked you in his lap a few times, drawing long, steady sighs from you before pressing his face into your hair.

“Don’t hide your face,” he whispered. “I want him to be able to hear you.” You nodded again and he braced his feet against the bed. He wrapped his arms tightly around you and snapped his hips up. You let out an embarrassingly loud noise and had to hold yourself up with an elbow.

“There you go. Good girl.” Ennoshita’s breathing was unsteady as he fucked up into you, drawing sound after sound out of your throat. You had been so close that he was able to push you toward the edge easily. You could hear lewd wet sounds and Tanaka’s groaning from your phone speaker and it was fucking with your head.

“Fuck, I’m close,” you managed to gasp. You could feel Ennoshita smile.

“Hear that, Tanaka? Want to see how pretty she looks when she comes?”

Tanaka swore and told him to fuck off. Ennoshita laughed and fucked into you faster.

“Show him how good you are,” he muttered. “Come on. You can do it love.”

You buried your face into his neck and let out a long moan before your body tensed. You swore and held him tight to you, eyes squeezing shut and brain fogging over. You could distantly hear Tanaka swearing and letting out a groan, and Ennoshita chucked as he fucked you through your orgasm, only slowing when your moans became whimpered gasps.

“Good girl,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he pulled out of you. He wasn’t done himself, but he didn’t seem to care.

“How was that?” he asked, gently shifting you onto the bed as he sat up.

“Jesus,” Tanaka gasped. Ennoshita chuckled.

“I take it you had a good time. If she’s willing to do that again you’re welcome to it.”

“Are you serious?”

“Why not?” He leaned forward towards the phone. “Just remember who really made her come, Tanaka. At the end of the day, she’s mine.”

“Wai—”

Ennoshita ended the call and turned back around.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

#another day another STILL WORKING ON THE 300 EVENT #i had to rewrite the smut in this twice because tumblr hates me so please enjoy #meg’s 300 follower event :) #ennoshita smut #ennoshita x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #tanaka smut #hq smut #hq x reader

[adorethedistance]

READING MY BOYFRIEND’S FANFICTION?? - Owen Joyner x Influencer!Reader

JATP masterlist

Requested: OMGGG!! Could you do a an Owen fic based around his girlfriend being an armature youtuber/social media influencer (shes also an actress and they met on set and have been dating for a while) and it’s “reading/reacting to my boyfriend’s fanfiction” ? You can do whatever you want with the fanfic part it’s just a concept that has been running around in my head for a while. LOVE ALL YOUR WORK!!

Warnings: swearing, allusions to sex, very mild

Words: 1460

A/N: A fic?? From Ace?? Hi. I’m off spring break officially and so my stress has dissipated immensely. School was becoming so much these last two weeks and I thought I’d be stressed or worried, but I’m actually fine? It’s weird lol so I decided I could be productive with my stress-free moment and post a little fic for y’all. I love this prompt, and before any of you writers panic, I’m using my own fics for the fanfictions because I wouldn’t want to put y’all on the spot like that. Also this is my 3000 post! thought that was cool lol

“Do you wanna do the intro?”

“I think I have to do the intro.”

“Okay, go for it.”

“Alright,” Owen sighs out a heavy breath in exaggerated preparation for my (some would say lengthy) intro. “Hello, hi. Yes, okay, this is Y/n Y/l/n vlogs, welcome or welcome back to my channel!” Once Owen finishes his statement I’m so stunned I can’t generate any sort of response other than a slacked jaw semi smile.

“That was not even close. Do you know my intro?”

“I got the first part right!”

“You’ve lost intro privileges,” I turn back to the mess of lights and tripods in front of me and ignore the disaster of an intro Owen offered. “Oh, hello, hi! I am Y/n and this is: Reading My Boyfriend’s Fanfiction!”

“That’s basically what I did.”

“No, it is not! It’s ‘oh, hello, hi. I am ‘name’ and this is: ‘title of video’.”

“You don’t ‘welcome to my channel’?” Owen’s voice has dropped to a hushed volume as he genuinely inquires about the segments of my usual introduction.

“I do not.”

“Don’t use any of this,” he pleads when making direct eye contact with the camera. “Mister Sid. Editing Sid, please don’t embarrass me.” His pleas fall on deaf ears, knowing that I’ll be using the footage in full.

“Anyways. Butchered intro aside, I am Y/n and today I am here with my lovely “So Many Stars” costar and scene partner, Owen Joyner!”

“I’m also your boyfriend.”

“That too,” I give Owen’s pointed comment a soft place to land, “So, yesterday--it was actually like, two weeks ago, I don’t know why I said yesterday--a little while back, I came across a tweet telling me someone had written a fanfic about us-”

“Did you read it?”

“On Wattpad. Of course, I read it. There are only three chapters up right now and they’re all in the 2-3k range so it was a quick read.”

“2-3k?”

“Words,” I reply nonchalantly as I unlock my phone. I bookmarked a few one-shots beforehand for us to read, and I’m slightly cocky about my selections. Owen then responds with an outburst of shock.

“2-3 thousand words is a short read?” I merely give him a blank stare.

“Judging by that reaction, Owen hasn’t read any fanfics in his life.”

“Is that not long to you- That’s what she said.” Owen cuts me off with his own stupid joke and I briefly sigh before answering.

“No, that isn’t long. Baby, I’m here for that 130k slow burn enemies to lovers on AO3 with the ‘only one bed’ and ‘locked in a closet’ tropes.”

“The what?”

“Oh, we have so much to catch you up on.”

__________________________

“So I saved three fics, an angst, a fluff, and a smut. Which do you want to read?”

“Wait, what does that mean?”

“Oh my- okay. Angst is the sad shit, it’s what you read when you need your heartbroken and a good cry. Smut is pretty much in the name, it’s explicit content that will undoubtedly get this video demonetized, but that’s okay because we do have a sponsor. And fluff is the cute moments, domestic and sometimes mundane romance that makes you smile like an idiot and put the device down to screech into a pillow.” Throughout my whole explanation, I can tell Owen was becoming more and more lost, so I opt to give him a few moments to collect his thoughts.

“Let’s start with the fluff just to ease into things.”

“Smart choice. This fic I have saved is called ‘Baby Fever’ and the summary says ‘you and Owen spend a day at the zoo babysitting Baby Shada, and her presence sparks conversation about adding a new presence of your very own’.”

“That sounds so ominous.”

“Here, I’ll read the narration and reader’s POV, and then you’ll read your own dialogue.” Owen nods and leans over my right shoulder to read off of my computer screen.

“You actually start the fic.”

“‘You ready, little one?’” The instantaneous actor mode Owen slips into has me howling with laughter at which he looks at me confused. My gasping for air makes Owen laugh empathetically despite still being unsure as to what’s killing me at the moment.

“Why are you laughing?!” He yells, dramatically shaking my shoulder.

“Just the way you jumped into that, I wasn’t prepared for you to turn on the acting charm. Okay, uhhhh, ‘I bite back a laugh when I hear Owen’s voice coo from the back seat’.”

The two of us go back and forth between reading the narrative, bouts of laughter, commentary on the accuracy of Owen’s character, and we finally manage to finish the 2.5k fic in about forty minutes.

“‘When he looks up from CJ’s tiny body and recognizes the familiar ‘baby fever’ look in my eyes, he smiles and utters a simple-’.”

“‘I told you so.’”

“That was cute! I like the tie-in of having us watching over Baby Shada- or, sorry, you and ‘y/n’ watching over Baby Shada.”

“They wrote me kinda funny, I don’t think I’d ever fabricate a life to make conversation with a stranger due to baby fever.” My jaw drops slightly and before Owen can respond to my reaction, I cry,

“That is such a lie!”

“What?”

“You absolutely would do something like that, are you kidding me?!”

“No, I would not!” Owen punctuates every word with the utmost offense. He has the same look in his eye as when he was proving himself to be the cleanest phantom of the three on the Sunset Drive podcast.

“You literally told the guy at Home Depot yesterday that we were buying plants for our child’s nursery!”

“Okay, that’s different-”

“How is that different? That’s the exact same thing as fanfic you!” Owen’s furrowed brow and dropped jaw are a sight to be seen as he leans away from me, bending at the waist to stare at me with defiance. I raise my eyebrows pointedly as I await a response. Instead of actually producing a response, Owen lunges forward, grabbing my waist in his hands and squeezing gently. The feeling makes me screech and gasp of laughter from surprise and also being ticklish.

“Owen! Owe-STOP, I’m gonna drop my laptop!” I manage to say through my laughter and with one final grab, he releases me from his hold. It takes a minute for my laughter to settle but once I do, the two of us are simply breathing heavy and staring at one another with giddy smiles on our faces. In a moment’s clarity, I turn to look into the camera lens to talk directly to my editor,

“Sid, don’t use any of this. And please don’t cut to this after we finish reading to make it look like- things were happening.”

“Actually, I think you should, Sid. Just cut to right there and make the world think we-”

“OKAY, thanks for watching, bye!” I quickly stop the recording before Owen says something we’re unable to recover from. I hear him laugh gently behind me as I set my laptop down on the coffee table behind the tripod. Coming back to the couch, I move to plop down but before landing successfully on the cushion next to my phone, Owen grabs my body and moves me to sit on top of him.

“You are crazy, you know that?”

“Hmm. Crazy for you, maybe.” His cheesy line makes me scoff but smile nonetheless. I reach my right hand up to caress the side of his face as we sit cheek to cheek.

“Remind me to never film with you again.” The gesture is sweet and the sentiment is not which makes Owen laugh and he presses a soft kiss to my cheek. I lean back into him so my back is pressed flush with his chest as he lazily wraps both arms around me.

“You say that now but you’ll regret it when you wanna do a ‘boyfriend does my makeup’ challenge video.”

“Nah. I’ll just call Charlie to-” Without allowing me to finish my sentence, Owen is digging his fingertips back into the tissue of my sides and I squeal with laughter once more. This time the torment is short-lived and Owen releases me after a sweet, reconciling kiss. “Do you have baby fever now?”

“It was cute and all, but not really, no.”

“That’s too bad,” I stand up from my spot on his lap to grab my computer and hold it to my chest, “I was gonna say we could practice some baby-making.”

And with that, I turned on the balls of my feet, heading for my bedroom when I heard Owen stand up eagerly, quick to follow.

***

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[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Silent Treatment

I was really vibing with both of these prompts today so I combined them 🤷‍♀️? I hope y’all Nonies are okay with it? It’s not exact but I think it captures the vibe? I hope?

Warnings: we got mommy issues up in this bitch, on both sides, abandonment, controlling/narcissistic parents, definition of ‘hurt’ isnt explicitly mentioned but is used mainly in the emotional sense, first fight, established geraskier relationship, it ends soft i promise

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Jaskier was surprised by this new side of Geralt every day. He was gentler, attentive, sweet, and even verbally appreciative of Jaskier and the little things he would do. A lot of things were making more sense to Jaskier now that he was seeing Geralt express himself. 

The grunts, for example, were less of a disinterested placation and more of a way to respond without showing his hand. And now that he had no cards to hide, Geralt's grunts and sideways looks were few and far between. They’d been replaced with soft smiles and little murmurs of ‘you’re cute’ and ‘your eyes are very pretty in the morning’. 

Jaskier was constantly on his toes, not in a bad way, just - adjusting. Geralt seemed to drop his walls rather quickly, though that might have been because Jaskier started their relationship off with a big ole’ “I love you and would rather die than take another lover if it upset you.” Surprisingly, Jaskier was having a hard time keeping up. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy it, he just wasn’t prepared to be the one knocked on their ass from a nonchalant compliment. 

He started to loosen up a month or so in. Making jokes again, doting on Geralt in turn, and becoming just as comfortable with their newfound openness. 

Though it wasn’t long before he put his foot in his mouth. They were taking a bath together when he did, Geralt leaning back against his chest as they shared stories of sneaking out in their youth.

“...and then my mother, had the gal to tell me she just ‘wanted the best’ for me. As if putting a seven year old under house arrest for wanting sweets is in any way good for a child? Sometimes I envy you, dear. My mother was a terrible woman. I think I’d have been better off without her. I know my father would have.” 

Geralt had stopped scrubbing at the gunk on his arm and frowned at the wall. 

Jaskier felt his stomach drop as soon as Geralt’s muscles tensed. 

“No you don’t,” he murmured.

“I-” He almost started defending his position, which he had grounds to. His mother was a tyrant and a narcissist who bent everyone to her will and slandered those who wouldn’t bow until they fled. But he knew what he’d said. Geralt had never outright said he missed the good parts of his mother, but Jaskier heard it in all the little bits of stories he had dropped over the years. How he’d wonder what his mother would have thought of what he’d become, who he loved, the causes he’d fought for. Jaskier was all too aware he’d fucked up as he lightly rested his hands over Geralt’s hips, “Darling I didn’t mean it…”

Geralt rocked forward and stood abruptly, water making a sickening slapping sound when it hit the floor as he quickly stepped out, “You had someone to protect you. Even if she was wrong, she still fed you and kept you safe.”

“Protect me?” Jaskier knew he should shut up, a voice in his head was begging him to, but alas, he couldn’t have stopped if he wanted to, “She did what she had to to keep up appearances. Don’t think for a second she protected me.”

Geralt glared at him as he toweled off, “She kept you.”

“Until I no longer worshiped her! I was out on my ass at sixteen for questioning her at the family dinner table!”

Geralt pursed his lips and set his face in a stony mask of indifference, “Okay.”

“Okay?” Jaskier felt a chill, even in the hot bath, at the look on Geralt’s face.

He simply shrugged and dressed for bed, leaving Jaskier to marinade in his stupidity. 

Of course Geralt would see having any type of mother as idyllic compared to his childhood. But there was still a righteous anger burning in Jaskier’s gut as he crossed his arms and sunk into the water up to his nose. Just because it hadn’t been as bad as Geralt’s childhood didn’t mean the things Jaskier had to grapple with were fading any faster. The fact didn’t suddenly absolve Jaskier of the baggage he carried, nor mend his broken relationship. And logically, it wasn’t meant to, but Jaskier was having a hard time seeing anything but red. 

When he got out and went to bed, Geralt was already asleep, or pretending to sleep. Either way Jaskier was too angry to call his bluff and settled down to sleep without nuzzling into his chest. 

In the morning, Geralt was already up and packing, only humming in response when Jaskier said good morning. Jaskier tried to make light conversation, to loosen Geralt up even a little, but it was met with grunts and silence. 

If he’d thought the newfound praise and range of facial expressions were a surprise, this was whiplash. It was like being thrown back a decade, when he’d first decided to stick to Geralt like tar, before he would even call Jaskier by name. He did his best to give Geralt space, but he missed their banter and how Geralt had started holding Jaskier’s hand as they walked. Part of him wanted to lay into him, tear him a new one for telling him how to feel about his mother, but another part of him wanted to wrap around him and apologize profusely, both in words and gentle kisses. Even more than either of those, though, was the sinkhole of guilt in his chest over flippantly hitting Geralt right where it hurt most. 

Finally, Jaskier couldn’t take it anymore. 

They were sitting across the fire from each other, Geralt pointedly not looking at him as the sun sank below the trees. 

“Geralt?”

“Hm.”

Jaskier took a slow breath before he continued, having told himself all day to keep his head on straight when he said his piece, “It’s not okay.”

Geralt just frowned at him. 

“It’s not okay for me to treat something that hurt you so lightly,” he clarified, catching the slight upward twitch of his lover’s brow, “I don’t need to be thankful for someone who hurt me, either. But, I reacted poorly. I’m sorry for snapping. And upsetting you.”

Geralt set another branch into the fire, his eyes narrowed as he thought, “I didn’t… hm…” he frowned and chewed at his chapped lips as he pieced his words together, “I didn’t think she hurt you. I thought you were… griping about a strict rule.”

Jaskier breathed a sigh of relief at getting full sentence responses, “To be fair, I was. And putting my foot in my mouth.” 

The corner of Geralt’s lips twitched up as he shook his head, “I’m sorry I shut down.”

“All’s forgiven,” Jaskier smiled, “I’m sorry I-”

“I know. Come here.” Geralt interrupted, holding a hand out to Jaskier as if to hold it over the fire. Jaskier took up residence across his lap instead, wrapping an arm around Geralt’s neck and laying his cheek on his shoulder, pressing his other palm to Geralt’s chest. Geralt held him securely in place and pressed a kiss to his forehead as he gently swayed, setting a soothing rhythm. 

“I missed you today,” Jaskier whispered, not wanting to break the spell of calm over their little campsite. 

“Don’t worry, I still thought you were cute.” Geralt chuckled, the low rumble under Jaskier’s palm soothing what was left of his worry. 

“Oh good!” Jaskier chirped, loading his words with an extra helping of sarcasm, “Now I’ve had a taste of your honey-sweet words, I might never be able to live without them!”

Geralt cracked a grin as he ran a hand through Jaskier’s silky, fine hair, “We can’t have that.”

“Of course not,” Jaskier giggled, more from the giddy feeling of a lifted weight from his chest than their banter as he lifted his head to look down at Geralt.

The witcher pulled him in for a soft kiss, after all, Geralt was still Geralt. Actions would always come easier than words for him. 

“I love you.” he sighed as their lips parted, only pulling away far enough to get a breath.

“I love you, too.” Jaskier grinned into the next kiss, holding Geralt close for the rest of the night. 

#geraskier #established relationship geraskier #geraskier first fight #geraskier fic #geraskier fight #geralt has mommy issues #jaskier has mommy issues #everyone has mommy issues! #open geralt #talkative geralt #geralt of rivia #gearlt #geralt fic #geralt fanfic #the witcher #the witcher fic #the witcher fanfic #jakier #jaskier fic #jaskier fanfic #flower twink #jaskiers tragic backstory #does jask need to do all the emotional labor in this relationship to be believable? #idk #but imma play with that and see #bc hes always either the relationship guru or completely clueless #might play with them being a little more evenly matched later? #who knows

[thelemontree]

Wish You Were Here (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x f!Reader

Kinktober prompt: masturbation / simultaneous orgasms / nipple play

Summary: Spencer has a surprise in store for you to let you know how much he misses you when you travel across the country for a work conference.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: masturbation (m & f), fingering, cyber sex/skype sex, nipple play/nipple clamps, hella dirty talk, light dom/sub dynamics, language, some fluff

A/N: Kinktober prompt #2 for y’all! Also, if you see this on AO3 under the username RoseWaves... That’s us! I made it before I decided to start cross-posting fics and just can’t be bothered to change the username lmao. Enjoy!

Y/N let out a sigh of contentment as she stepped out of the shower and shrugged on the big, fluffy hotel robe. She had just spent the day traveling from Washington, D.C. to Los Angeles, California for a conference, and the first thing she did when she finally settled into her hotel room was take a long, steamy shower. She ran a towel through her hair to dampen it as she walked back into the bedroom area of her hotel room, discarding it on the desk chair and picking up her cell phone from the table. Unlocking it, she smiled at the text notification she had gotten.

From: Spencer

Hey you. Facetime me when you’re all settled :)

Not bothering to change into her pajamas just yet, Y/N settled into the hotel bed, sitting up against the headboard. She dialed Spencer’s number, tuning out the dial tone as she waited for him to answer. She smiled widely when he finally answered and his face popped up on the screen.

“Hey, you,” Spencer said with a warm smile. Y/N could tell he was on the couch in their living room, dressed down for the evening in a soft looking white t-shirt. “How was your flight?”

“Hi, babe. It was alright. Long. I’m beat. I hate traveling,” she said with a sigh. Spencer chuckled, knowing all too well how deeply her disdain for traveling ran. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too. But you’re only gonna be gone for a couple of days, and then you come home and I get you all to myself again,” Spencer said with a smile. Y/N felt her heart flutter at the thought. 

Being in a relationship was difficult sometimes, their lines of work both requiring them to be away from each other for extended periods of time. When Spencer first asked Y/N to be his girlfriend, she was hesitant to accept--she worried that the amount of time they’d have to spend away from each other would drive them apart, and she didn’t think she could handle the pain of losing him over logistics. But Spencer flashed her a soft smile, asked her to take a chance on him, and she found that she really just couldn’t say no to him. So she said yes. And it was a good thing she did, because she quickly fell head over heels in love with him (as he did with her), and she just knew that nothing--not even jobs that constantly put miles in between them--would change that.

The couple chatted for a bit, talking about Spencer’s work day, Y/N’s excitement at being a guest speaker at the anthropology conference she’d traveled to Los Angeles for. Before she had even realized it, they’d spent over an hour talking, only being interrupted by a big and unexpected yawn from Y/N.

“Wow, I didn’t really realize just how tired I was until now,” Y/N said sleepily. “I think I need to go to bed, Spence.”

“Before you do,” Spencer said quickly, not sounding tired at all. “I need you to do something for me.” 

There was a hint of mischief in his voice that Y/N was all too familiar with. He was up to something, but what that something was, she wasn’t sure yet. (Although, she may have had an inkling of an idea--spending so much time away from each other had required them to get creative with how they got in alone time together.)

“Oh?” Y/N asked, raising a brow at her boyfriend. He smirked back at her. “And what might that be?”

“Open the left-side pocket of your suitcase. I put a little surprise in there for you.”

Y/N got off the bed and walked over to where her suitcase was sat next to the dresser, phone still in hand. She set the phone down on the dresser top as she crouched down and unzipped the left-side pocket of her suitcase, reaching in to grab what Spencer had snuck inside there. When her fingers brushed the cool feeling of metal, she drew in a sharp breath, knowing exactly what they were. She gripped in her hand and pulled them out, standing quickly and retrieving her phone as she walked back over to the bed.

“We don’t have to play tonight if you really wanna go to bed, but I just thought I’d throw the option out in case you were interested.”

Y/N didn’t respond for a few moments, staring intently at Spencer’s face on her phone screen as she weighed her options.

On the one hand, she really was tired. She had had a long travel day and she needed to be up early for the first day of her conference. But on the other hand, she had a perfectly good pair of nipple clamps in the palm of her hand, waiting to be used, and a boyfriend who was eager to see them on her. Plus, she knew she’d sleep a little bit better after an orgasm…

The choice she made was an easy one.

“Give me five minutes to get my laptop set up and I’ll call you back.”

Spencer smirked at her answer, knowing that she wouldn’t say no to him once she discovered the nipple clamps he snuck into her suitcase. He threw a wink and said, “See you in a few,” before disconnecting the facetime call.

Quickly, Y/N deposited her phone on the nightstand and rushed over to her backpack, pulling her laptop out. She opened it and set it on the bed, positioning it so Spencer would have a full view of her. After discarding her robe onto the floor, Y/N situated herself on the bed, sitting against the headboard, making sure she was not only comfortable, but that Spencer would be able to see everything when he answered. As soon as the laptop was booted up, Y/N opened Skype and clicked on Spencer’s contact, hitting the call button. Anticipation swirled in her belly as she waited for him to answer.

When he did answer, Y/N smirked to herself to find him in their bed now, shirtless, his own laptop perched on his legs, giving her a nice view of the bulge currently straining against the fabric of his boxers. He groaned at the sight of her, fully nude and waiting for him to tell her what to do.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Spencer said, his voice laced with arousal and a hint of love. Y/N felt her cheeks heat up at the compliment.

“You’re not too bad yourself, Dr. Reid.”

Spencer’s eyes fell to her chest and he tilted his head when he noticed her nipples were bare. “You didn’t put them on yet, baby?”

Although he phrased it as a question, it was a statement. Y/N knew how he wanted her to respond to it.

“You didn’t tell me to put them on yet, so I didn’t.”

Spencer chuckled, his eyes darkening. “Good girl. I don’t want you to put them on just yet. Wanna see you first.”

“What do you wanna see first?” Y/N asked a little breathlessly, her fingertips ghosting over the skin of her chest, her skin raising in little goosebumps. Spencer hmmed at the sight.

“Spread your legs. I want to see if you’re wet yet.”

Y/N obeyed quickly, spreading her legs wide and giving Spencer a full view of her pussy. She had started to get wet the second she touched the nipple clamps in her suitcase and she’d only gotten wetter since they’d started to play. Spencer moved one hand down to his hardened cock, still clothed behind his boxers. He palmed himself, hissing at the slight pressure.

“What a sight you are. Touch yourself, baby. Get your fingers nice and wet for me, okay?” Spencer instructed.

Y/N nodded and trailed one hand down her body, her fingers reaching her pussy and sliding through her slick slit. The tips of her fore and middle finger caught on her entrance, but she stopped herself from pushing them in. Spencer hadn’t said she could do that yet.

Spencer had freed his cock from his boxers by now and he was stroking it languidly, taking in the view of his girlfriend through his computer screen. He noticed she stopped and he knew why. The image made him smirk.

“You can put your fingers inside yourself, baby. Fuck yourself slowly. Just don’t cum yet,” Spencer said, his voice a bit raspy now. He groaned as he watched Y/N slowly push her two fingers inside her pussy, her soft whimper making his cock twitch in his hand.

Y/N did as Spencer had told her and she fucked her two fingers in and out of herself slowly. It felt good, but it wasn’t nearly enough to make her cum or even really bring her close to the edge. She knew that Spencer knew that, too, and this was just a prelude to whatever he had planned next.

“That’s it, baby, nice and slow. Tell me how it feels,” Spencer rasped, continuing to languidly stroke himself.

“Good,” Y/N whimpered out. “Feels good. Not enough, though. Wish it were your fingers. Or your cock.”

“God, I wish it were my fingers or my cock too, baby. As soon as you’re home, I’ll fuck you as hard as you want me to. But for now,” Spencer grunted softly, gripping the base of his dick to keep himself on the edge. “Take your fingers out of your pussy. Show me how wet you got them.”

Y/N slowly pulled her two fingers out of herself with a groan. Her fingers were covered in her slick, glistening in the low light of her hotel room. She held her fingers up towards the camera for Spencer to see.

“Good girl. Touch your tits for me, get your nipples wet. Then put the clamps on, make ‘em as tight as you can handle.”

With a nod, Y/N got to work, her hands moving to grope at her breasts. First she rubbed her slick covered fingers over her right nipple, moaning as it hardened, before moving on to the left, repeating the motion. She squeezed her soft flesh and tweaked her nipples a few more times for good measure before grabbing the nipple clamps from the nightstand next to her. She took the first one and attached it to her right nipple, letting out a soft hiss at the pressure. She then put the other clamp on her left nipple. Once they were both attached, she took hold of each screw on the sides of the clamps and twisted them tight, until she couldn’t take anymore.

Y/N pulled her hands away from her breasts with a whine, her breaths coming out in heavy pants. The pressure was almost too much, but it was just the way she liked it. She could feel them throbbing and it sent a jolt of arousal straight to her core. Without having to be told to, Y/N pushed her chest forward a bit, giving Spencer a clear display of her nipples clamped tightly.

Spencer let out an appreciative hum at the sight. “You look so good, baby. Ready for more?”

“Yes,” Y/N gasped out, resisting the urge to touch herself. She wouldn’t until Spencer said she could.

“Touch yourself. However you want, I don’t fucking care. Just wanna watch you.” Spencer had resumed stroking himself now, his grip tight and his movements fast. Y/N could tell that watching her attach the nipple clamps had worked him up and he was desperate to cum.

Luckily for them, she was too.

Y/N didn’t waste any more time, bending her knees and spreading her legs wide, her feet planted on the bed on either side of her laptop. Her right hand trailed down her belly until it came into contact with her clit, the feeling of her fingertips on her sensitive bud making her jerk. She hooked her other arm underneath her leg for better access to her entrance, where she quickly shoved two fingers inside of herself as she began to rub her clit in circles. The combination of both hands on her pussy and the clamps on her nipples sent shockwaves through her body, and she quickly found herself close to the edge.

“So pretty touching yourself for me baby,” Spencer grunted, his voice strained. Y/N met his eyes through the screen of her laptop and whimpered at the sight of him. Knowing that watching her touch herself was getting Spencer off spurred her on.

“Feels so fucking good,” Y/N breathed out. She let out a choked moan when she crooked her fingers upwards to graze her sweet spot. “I’m so close, baby. Wanna cum for you. Please let me cum for you.”

“I’m almost there. Wanna cum with you Y/N, keep going, fuck,” Spencer huffed. A bead of sweat fell from his forehead and trailed down his nose, landing on his upper lip. He stuck his tongue out to lick it away and Y/N’s pussy clenched at the sight.

She continued to thrust her fingers in and out of herself as she rubbed her clit in fast, tight circles. Y/N could feel the coil in her belly tightening, the throbbing in her nipples intensifying, and she knew it would only be a matter of moments before she shattered.

“Please, Spence,” Y/N sobbed out, her head thrown back in pleasure. “I n-need to cum.”

“Look at me,” Spencer said, his voice wrecked. Y/N lifted her head to look at him through lidded eyes. He looked as wrecked as he sounded, and she figured she probably looked much the same. “Cum with me, baby. Let me see you.”

Y/N kept her eyes locked on Spencer’s as best she could as she continued to work herself over. She grazed her sweet spot once, twice more before the coil in her belly finally snapped. Her eyes struggled to stay open as her orgasm washed over her, her body shaking and her pussy clenching her fingers in a vice grip. She only vaguely registered the low moan Spencer let out as his own orgasm overtook him, thick spurts of cum coating his hand and belly.

They both sat there for a moment as they caught their breaths, neither of them saying anything or moving. Finally, Y/N pulled her fingers out of herself with a whimper, shaking out her wrist as it had started to cramp. Spencer chuckled at the sight and Y/N sent him a sheepish smile.

“Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back,” Spencer said as he sat his laptop down on the bed, carefully not to touch it with his sticky hand. He walked out of sight, presumably to clean himself up, and Y/N took the opportunity to do the same. She grabbed a tissue from the nightstand to wipe her fingers off, tossing it in the bin before reaching up to undo the nipple clamps which were starting to hurt. She hissed when the cool metal freed her warm skin. She massaged her nipples a bit to ease some of the irritation before grabbing her robe and putting it back on.

Spencer had returned by the time she finished tying the robe’s belt around herself, clad in a sleep shirt and clean pair of boxers. He smiled at Y/N through the screen.

“Was that a nice surprise?” he asked, his tone cocky. He already knew the answer to that--he just wanted to hear her say it.

Y/N giggled with a fond roll of her eyes. “Yes, it was a nice surprise. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad we could do that. I miss you.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered in her chest at his words. She knew as well as he did just how hard it was being away from each other, even if they could indulge in their little games.

“I miss you too, babe. But I’ll be home before you know it.” Y/N cut herself off with a big yawn. She really was tired, and the impromptu Skype sex only exacerbated it.

“You’re tired. Go get some sleep. You’ve got a big day tomorrow, miss guest speaker. I’ll talk to you in the morning, yeah?” Spencer said with a soft smile. Y/N nodded at him.

“Yes, first thing. I love you, Spence.”

“I love you too, Y/N. Goodnight.”

Spencer ended the call and Y/N stared at the screen with a dazed smile on her face. She missed him terribly, but being able to connect like that made it a little bit easier. She shut her laptop down and turned the hotel room lights off, snuggling down into the soft bed, and she fell fast asleep, counting down the days until she could be back home with him.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid smut #spencer reid one shot #criminal minds #criminal minds smut #criminal minds one shot #criminal minds fanfiction #reader insert #kinktober 2020 #the lemon tree

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

ILLICITUS: CHAPTER 6

Prompt: Y/N is a respectful narcotics agent, she worked hard to have her work recognized in a prominently male work field. She‘s assigned to the most important case of her whole career, investigate and apprehend the biggest drug dealer of U.S.A, the only thing she didn’t count on, was for the bastard to be so damn charming.

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Mob!Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, dirty talk, mentions of drugs, cursing, conspiracy.

Tagging: @ziasaph , @saccreigns , @marlananicole , @nicolewoo , @mindofasagittaruis , @reigns-5sos , @auawdo , @lilred91 , @lustyromantic , @bayley-no-friends , @babydee17 , @yungbludjazz360

Notes: To catch up with the previous chapters just hit my Masterlist! Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) You can check them out on my Masterlist. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

The cool air of the air conditioning system was already burning my skin like ice. Thinking no one would ever come for me, I almost screamed for help, when the door suddenly opened.

“They’re gone. Come on out” Roman offers me his hand and I took it, appreciating the warmth of his palm on my hand as I crawl out of the little panic room.

“Thank you” I shivered and Roman hand me a black hoodie, which I assume it was his due to the size.

I sigh in comfort once the large fabric hugs my body and I am surrounded by his spicy, musky scent.

Roman motions for me to sit down on his californian king bed.

“What did you told them?” I ask eagerly

“The truth. That I didn’t knew where were you these past 4 days”

“Ok..did you told them where I was now?”

“Why would I hide you inside a panic room in my bedroom if I was going to tell them where you were right now, Y/N?” He cackled

I lightly smile at my own dumb question

“You’re right”

He takes slow steps towards the bed, like a predator to it’s prey. One knee sinking down on the mattress, beneath my legs, he lightly pushed me down and quickly hovered his body on top of mine.

“Where were you these last 4 days, Y/N?” He whispered, oh so softly.

“I don’t know. The only thing I remember is you calling me to have lunch with you so we could talk about the tracker”

“And previous to that?” Roman pecked my neck and face

“I honestly don’t remember” I murmured

“What’s this?” Roman asked, pointing to the side of my neck

“What?” I urgently questioned

“There’s a small mark on your neck, like a sting or something like that” He caresses the marked spot

“A sting?”

“Yeah, it almost looks like..” He trailed off

“Like what, Roman?” My voice is filled with despair

“A needle, like a needle mark”

I pushed Roman off of me and ran to his bathroom, so I could look on the mirror the so called mark.

“What the fuck?” I whispered in shock, touching the marked spot “How is this even possible?” I ask him when I caught his sight on the mirror

“I don’t know, but something definitely happened those 4 days and we need to know what it was”

“We?” I raised my eyebrows in shock

“Yeah, if someone is that eager to fuck you up they might be trying to find something about me, and I don’t like people sniffing around my business”

“How are you so sure this has to do with you?” I question him, slightly offended

“Has this ever happened to you before?” He asked and I shake my head

“So there’s your answer” He smiled pretentiously

I rolled my eyes, bumping into him lightly as I passed his figure leaned against the en suite bathroom and begin to gather my things to leave.

“What are you doing, Y/N?”

“Leaving, I got work to do and explanations to give” I answered, lacing up my boots

“So that’s how’s gonna be huh? You just gonna use my body and then leave, like I’m some sort of cheap whore?” He pretended indignation but I could here the amusement behind his voice

“Oh I’m sure you can live with that. And if it makes you feel better, you were the best cheap whore I’ve ever fucked” I smiled widely making him laugh

“What if I don’t want you to leave?” Roman is now walking towards me

“I’m afraid that’s not an option, sir” I cackled

“Yes it is” He pushes me down on the mattress and covers my body with his “I didn’t even got the chance to eat this pussy” He pouts “One of the things I want to do the most since I saw you is to eat you out until you‘re begging me to stop. It’s not fair to leave me hanging like this” Roman sucked my bottom lip “C’mon, Y/N. You’re not gonna leave before I can taste that sweet pussy, right babygirl?”

His lips are brushing mine with every word he says and I can feel my strength slowly melting away.

“Roman...don’t make this difficult for me, please. I really need-“

“You really need to shut the fuck up and let me take what I want.”

His lips roam down my neck, towards my chest. Once he started to kiss the tops of my breasts my phone rang and Jeffrey’s name light up on the screen.

“I really need to pick this up” I whispered

“Really?” Roman groans in frustration

“Just let him waiting a few more hours, Y/N! He already waited 4 days anyways” He begins to grind his hips again and I answered the call

Roman looks at me in disbelief as I listen to Jeffrey’s ‘dad lecture’ of ‘what the fuck was I thinking and where the fuck was I’ these past 4 days.”

“I don’t know, Jeffrey. Everything’s blurred” I sighed “Ok, ok I’ll be there in 10 minutes” I hung up and Roman is just staring at me

“What?”

“You’re really gonna leave?” He sounds offended

“Roman, is not like I have a choice! I have to go”

“So I’ll have to deal with the situation with my own hands?” He motions to his fully erect member

“Sorry?” I awkwardly asked

“Not what I’d like to hear” He sighed quickly standing up and away from me

“Roman...this is a delicate situation-”

“And fucking painful” He adjusted himself on his jeans

“I really need to know what’s going on and-“

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever” He brushes me off

My brows raised in disbelief to such a childish behavior “Jesus, how old are you? Five? Well, excuse me for having a life where you are NOT my main priority but my own ass is! I have someone trying to do God knows what to me and why and all you can do is whine about the fact that we can’t fuck right now?! That’s really mature of you, congrats!” I spat, quickly storming out of his house and into my car on my way to the DEA building.

......................................................................

“So you don’t know what happened?”

“For fuck’s sake Jeffrey, I’ll tell you for the last time: I.don’t.know.what.happened! The only thing I remember is leaving your office to meet Mr. Reigns about that tracker thing, then my phone ringing with your name on the screen and your screaming of ‘Where the fuck are you?’ That’s all I remember”

“And that sting on your neck?”

“I just realized after you called, when I was on the bathroom”

“Well, there are no signs of physical aggression or sexual assault on your body and your blood exams came back clear. Whatever substance was injected on your body is long gone by now. Whoever did this made sure to use some type of drug that would not be detectable on a blood test.” He sighed

“So we’re back to square one?”

“I’m afraid yes, kid. But let’s not get hopeless, maybe something will show up” Jeffrey smiled fondly

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Matt picked through the door crack

“I found something”

Jeffrey beckons him to enter.

“What you got, tech boy?” Jeffrey rushes him

“Well, I was looking through some of Y/N’s internal number previous login entry days and there’s something off”

“What do you mean?” I asked

“Well, those 4 days you were missing somebody was logging on the system with your number and searched through some old case files”

“Whose?” Jeffrey questioned

“There wasn’t an individual’s name, just the operation name”

“Spit it out, boy!” Jeffrey spat

“Messiah. Operation Messiah”

“Rollins” Jeffrey and I both whispered

TO BE CONTINUED....

Please let me know your thoughts on this series so far? Some feedback is always appreciated.

#roman reigns x reader #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns #wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #illicitus series #masochist writes

[some-days-we-get-sundays]

Full of shit and in too deep.  A Wildmoore fic

This is a prompt request that I got from @aliyahtheghost : “Sophie and Ryan have been messing around for a couple months when Kate Kane returns. Sophie basically breaks up with Ryan. Ryan is heartbroken while Sophie can’t stop thinking about Ryan while with Kate. What will Sophie do?.” So I didn’t completely fulfill this because I do not want Sophie breaking up with Ryan for Kate and also didn’t want to write Sophie and Kate being romantic. I tired to make it similar to what you asked. <3 If y’all like imagine me and you please read to the end I know it’s long ish but I’m geeked about the ending.

Ryan lets out a soft whimper as she feels Sophie pepper delicate kisses onto her neck. Ryan tilts her head back against the pillow and then drops her right hand into Sophie’s hair to keep Sophie’s head and lips in place against her neck. She runs her fingers through Sophie’s hair while Sophie darts out her tongue against Ryan’s throat. She licks and then sucks Ryan’s skin; leaving wet marks and eventual hickeys in her wake. 

“FUCK, Sophie!” Ryan mutters while biting her own lip to keep from yelling out again. Sophie chuckles against Ryan’s throat and the vibration of her laugh nearly sends Ryan over the edge. Ryan and Sophie were playing one of Ryan’s favorite games. It was sort of like too hot, where they see who can get the other hot before they have to just rip each others clothes off. Ryan always loses and starts unbuttoning Sophie’s pants or trying to take off Sophie’s top within minutes. Sophie thinks Ryan doesn’t even try very hard to win. 

Sophie feels Ryan start to move her hands towards Sophie’s button on her pants. Instead of letting Ryan have her way, Sophie takes Ryan’s hands and pins them over the top of Ryan’s head. Sophie looks down into Ryan’s eyes and Ryan gazes back up at Sophie’s almond hues. When this happens, it’s not just lust, rawness, and sex anymore; It’s passion, love, trust, and care. Sometimes Ryan and Sophie kid themselves. They pretend that what they’re doing is just casual, light, fun. No feelings. No, “where is this going, what are we” questions. When they hold each others gazes in this way however, they both know they are full of shit and in too deep.

Sophie rolls off the top of Ryan and then lies on her side. Ryan immediately rolls over and spoons Sophie from behind, snaking her arm around Sophie’s midsection. Sophie thinks it’s funny that Ryan is so small but loves to be the big spoon. They do this often too. Lie in stillness with each other. Their breathing and heartbeats slowly synch up and dance in a melodic rhythm, and it’s the only sound in the room. 

Suddenly there is a knock at Sophie’s front door. Sophie untangles herself from Ryan and shuts the bedroom door behind her as she goes to see who the visitor is. Sophie is happy that she is still fully clothed so that whoever is at the door isn’t kept waiting. 

Sophie opens the door and her breath catches, she puts her hand to her chest instinctively. 

“Kate.” Sophie says. Sophie looks back to the room that Ryan is currently occupying. Then she looks back to Kate who is standing in her doorway with her motorcycle helmet under one arm. Sophie runs a hand through her hair,  attempting to nonchalantly fix up her appearance so she doesn’t look like she was just fooling around with someone. Not that it would be Kate’s business if she was. Kate left. 

“Hi Sophie.” Kate says. 

Sophie and Kate stand like this for what feels like several minutes. Sophie, not moving to let Kate in, and Kate seeming unsure of what to do as she stands across from Sophie in the doorway. 

“I uh, I would invite you in but now is not a good time.” Sophie says. Sophie doesn’t want to tell Kate that she has company. She prays that Ryan stays in the room and doesn’t come out to see who is at the door. They aren’t hiding their— whatever they are. No they aren’t hiding but now is not the time to tell Kate that she is messing around with Ryan. How would Kate even react. 

“I’m sorry, I should have called first. That was rude of me.” Kate offers. 

“Why are here, Kate?” Sophie doesn’t mean for this to sound so sharp. But she also offers no apology for her tone.

“I made a mistake leaving you the way I did. It was stupid. I don’t know if we can, perhaps, I don’t know, maybe start over? Or we could pick up where we left off? You thought I was dead Sophie, and then it turns out I’m not dead and instead of staying I rush off to go find Bruce. That was a dick move.” Kate finishes. She shifts on her feet. Sophie can tell she wants to be invited in. 

“Yeah.” Sophie says. What else is she supposed to say. Kate ripped out her heart and yeah it was a dick move. 

“Ok... I’m gonna go see if I can stay with Mary for the night. Hopefully it will be ok with Ryan, I don’t want to impose. Maybe we can get coffee tomorrow?” Kate says, seeming to finally get the hint that Sophie is not going to let her in tonight. Sophie’s heart picks up at the mention of Ryan’s name. 

“Ryan’s not over there.” Sophie says quickly. Then she immediately regrets saying anything. Kate gives her a look. Sophie tries to explain. 

“I mean, I uh, I think she said she was gonna be out tonight. Doing bat stuff or something.” Sophie was never that great of a liar. Kate gives her another look. Sophie tries to breathe.

“So you two are pretty close then huh?” Kate randomly says. 

Sophie sputters. “Um oh, yeah, no. I mean yeah, Ryan’s cool. We didn’t get along at first but, yeah. I like her now. I mean she likes me now. I mean like we are friends now because I’m not with the Crows trying to arrest her and she’s well, you know, she’s Batwoman.” Sophie let’s out a forced raspy laugh, feeling mortified at her explanation of Ryan. 

“Ok well, I’ll uh, I’ll text you tomorrow morning when I get up and we can grab that coffee.” Kate says. She hovers at the door and then she lunges forward and wraps Sophie in a hug. Sophie returns the hug. Kate steps back, waves goodbye, and then she is gone. Sophie closes the door and leans her head against it. 

“So, Kate’s back.” Ryan says. Sophie jumps and then whips her head around to see a sleepy looking Ryan who has changed into sleep shorts and one of Sophie’s old military shirts. The shirt is too small on Ryan’s shorter muscular frame, it rides up and has turned into some what of a crop top on her. 

“Are you ok?” Ryan asks. Sophie’s heart melts just a bit. Instead of Ryan being accusatory, or being upset with Sophie, her first thought is worry and concern over Sophie’s well being. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m ok. That was just, weird.” Sophie says. Sophie walks towards Ryan and stands in front of her. She reaches out and lightly tugs down on the shirt Ryan is wearing. Then she goes to the couch and Ryan follows her. 

“So what did she want?” Ryan asks. 

Sophie sighs. “She wants to get coffee I guess. Says she misses me.” 

“I can imagine.” Ryan says softly. Sophie looks up at Ryan and then tucks a strand of hair behind Ryan’s ear. She brings her hand down and let’s her thumb lazily touch Ryan’s bottom lip in the process.

“Should I go? Should I go have coffee with her? I told her I would but—” Sophie trails off. 

“Why not?” Ryan says. Sophie eyes Ryan. 

“I don’t really have anything to say to her, Ryan. I mean, I can’t have her coming in and out of my life whenever she pleases.” Sophie says. Ryan puts her hand on Sophie’s shoulder and then starts rubbing Sophie’s back. 

“Maybe just see what she wants, get closure or something? I don’t know.” Ryan says. She then stops rubbing Sophie’s back and adjusts her body so that she is lying down with her head resting in Sophie’s lap. Sophie’s hand immediately drops to Ryan’s head to play with her hair. 

“I know what she wants, Ryan. She wants to get back together. I mean I really think she thought she could just waltz back in here and come into my life again; as if I’ve just been frozen in time waiting for her, like some lap dog. Sometimes I think that’s what she thinks of me. The girl who is just going to wait around for Kate Kane to come riding back on her white knight motorcycle and save everybody. I’m not that girl anymore, Ryan. I mean, I quit the Crows. She didn’t even ask me about that. She didn’t ask me about my life at all. Does she care what I’ve been up to, what I’ve been through? What we have all been through?” Sophie waits for an answer from Ryan. When no answer comes, she looks down and see’s Ryan’s eyes are closed and she’s breathing slow, deep and steady. She’s fallen asleep. Sophie smiles to herself and continues running her fingers through Ryan’s tresses. She pulls a near by blanket over them and then reaches for a book that is on her coffee table. She tries to focus on her book but all she can think about is Kate’s impromptu visit and whether or not she should grab coffee with her extremely flighty ex. 

“I’m glad you decided to meet me Sophie. I was worried you would back out.” Kate says as she brings their coffees to a table that Sophie is leading them to. Kate sets the drinks down and her and Sophie sit in their respective chairs across from one another. As soon as they sit, Sophie bites down on the blueberry muffin that she ordered so that she doesn’t have to answer Kate right away. She watches as Kate blows on her coffee and takes a timid sip. 

“Ok Sophie, I’m just going to say it. I want you back. I want us back. I’m really sorry for the way that I left. I had so much on my mind and I didn’t know how to handle it. I had to get away to process everything.” Kate said. 

Sophie takes a deep breath. “I understand that Kate. But, you can’t just keep coming and going. I want closure. I want to move on from this time in my life. I want to close up these wounds and you, you just keep pouring salt on them.” Sophie looks up to see Kate’s reaction to her words. Kate looks taken aback. 

“Sophie–” Kate starts.

“Look, Kate. I know it is not your fault, what happened to you, and what they did to you. And I’d love to be here for you as a, as a friend but I’m not ready to be with— no. It’s not that I’m not ready. I don’t want to be with you in that way, Kate.” Sophie says. Sophie looks apologetic, but she also looks determined, fierce, confident, older. This Sophie was different from the one that Kate knew.  

“It’s Ryan isn’t it.” Kate says suddenly. Sophie’s heart leaps out of her chest. How the hell did Kate put that one together. 

“What’s Ryan?” Sophie says, not wanting to offer anything up and waiting to see what else Kate was going to say. 

“Come on Sophie, you know you’ve always been an awful liar. She was there with you last night wasn’t she.” Kate says. It wasn’t a question. Sophie shifts in her chair and looks out the window. None of this was Kate’s business. 

“Do you love her?” Kate asks. Sophie stays quiet. Her and Ryan hadn’t even discussed what they were yet, no way was she going to be giving Kate this tea. 

“Ok, you don’t have to tell me.” Kate says in that smug way she always says and does everything. Like she knows better than everyone, like she knows people better than they know themselves. “I guess that’s what Ryan meant when she said her and I had more in common than I knew.” Kate says. 

“I’m a different person than I was when I was with you Kate. I’m not going to get into what is going on with me and Ryan because that’s not any of your business, but I’m not going to hurt Ryan, I refuse to hurt her actually, and I would never betray her trust. Even if it wasn’t for Ryan, you and me just can’t work out. We want different things and we are at extremely different points in our lives. I can’t keep living in the past. I want to move forward. You’re my past Kate, and it is something that is part of me, but it’s not my story. You know, you’ve not asked me once about what has been going on since you’ve been gone. It doesn’t feel like you want to know the new me, it feels like you want to hang onto the old me. But the old me wasn’t happy, the old me was hiding in the closet, scared to be out, scared to tell my mom who I really was. The old me was sneaking around, scared to be myself. The old me was stupidly dedicated to the Crows, so much so that it almost got me and my friends killed!” Sophie says the last parts of her speech breathlessly. Kate looks shocked and confused. 

“See, you don’t even know all the things that have happened. And again, I don’t blame you Kate. You came back from the dead, you had other fish to fry. But that’s just it. Us and timing. Even with you coming back now. It was not good timing, and I don’t think it ever will be.” Sophie says. She starts sipping her coffee now that she was sure it had cooled down. She watches Kate. 

“Well that settles it then, doesn’t it.” Kate says.

“Kate—” Sophie tries, she doesn’t want to end on a sour note. 

“No, no I’m not mad Sophie. I appreciate your honesty.” Kate gulps the last of her coffee and stands up. Sophie takes this as her que to stand as well. Sophie cleans up her crumbs into a napkin and crumples it in her hand. Kate takes their empty coffee mugs up to the front counter. They walk out to the parking lot. Sophie looks around for Kate’s motorcycle and then sees it parked some feet away, sun glistening on the handle bars. Sophie puts her hand above her eyes to shield the sun. 

“Ryan is lucky to have you, kid.” Kate says. She regards Sophie with a look and then starts off towards her motorcycle. 

“I’m pretty lucky myself, actually.” Sophie says to Kate and then smiles to herself.

“You always did like your women in suits.” Kate says. She continues walking towards her motorcycle and then turns around and gives Sophie the two finger salute. Sophie smiles and watches as Kate gets on her bike, puts her helmet over her head, revves up the engine and then takes off. Sophie hates to admit it but she hopes it’s the last time that she sees Kate. at least for a while. She wasn’t lying when she said they could be friends, she also wasn’t lying when she said she refused to hurt Ryan and break Ryan’s trust. Sophie jumps into her car and heads back to her place, on the way she calls Ryan to see if she will meet her there. 

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Sophie enters her place and see’s Ryan lounging on the couch watching some Batman cartoon, she’d figured when she told Ryan to meet her here that Ryan would get there first and let herself in. She gave Ryan a key a couple of weeks ago and it’s been fun to come home to someone that she cares so much about. It’s still blows her mind that only a year ago her and Ryan couldn’t stand each other. And now Ryan was all over Sophie’s place. In Sophie’s bed, on Sophie’s couch, on Sophie’s shirts, in Sophie’s arms.

“Hey Soph! How cool is it that I’m literally watching Batman, and I’m freakin Batwoman bish!” 

Sophie laughs. “Pretty cool, babe.” Ryan looks up and smirks at Sophie and the pet name that just slipped out of Sophie’s mouth. Ryan sits up and pauses the TV. 

“How is Kate?” Ryan asks. Sophie takes off her shoes and coat and goes to sit next to Ryan on the couch. 

“Kate’s... Kate. She’s gone again.” Sophie says and rolls her eyes. 

“Are we, are we mad about this?” Ryan asks. She is not sure how Sophie is feeling but wants to support her in whatever way she can. 

“Gosh no.” Sophie says briskly. Ryan says nothing and Sophie continues. 

“Kate wanted to get back together and I shut it down. She uh, she actually kind of guessed that something was going on between you and I, I didn’t really confirm it completely but she seemed to know anyway. I didn’t give her details.” Sophie says hesitantly, trying to register Ryan’s reactions. Ryan still says nothing, she just looks at Sophie with those rich, deep brown eyes of hers and Sophie has to look away because sometimes Ryan is just... Ryan is so raw and fragile at times that it makes Sophie ache. Sophie swears that one day she is going to drown in a pool of Ryan Wilder’s eyes. 

Ryan finally speaks. “So, Kate suspected that something was going on between you and me and that bitch still tried to shoot her shot!” Ryan says pretending to be extremely incensed. Sophie sniggers at Ryan’s antics. 

“She kept trying to pry but I didn’t want to tell her.” Sophie says. Ryan looks confused. 

“You didn’t want to tell her what?” Ryan says. 

“I didn’t want to tell her how crazy I am about you. I mean I did want to tell her. I want to tell everyone! But I thought you should be the first to know how I feel.” Sophie says. She puts her hand on top of Ryan’s hand. 

“And uh, how do you feel?” Ryan quietly asks. Sophie’s answer comes in the form of her lips on Ryan’s lips. Ryan’s eyes flutter shut and Sophie places her hand behind Ryan’s head to deepen the kiss. They break apart and lean their foreheads together. 

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that, can you repeat it? How do you feel?” Ryan jokes. Instead of another kiss, Sophie wraps Ryan up in a hug, placing her hand on Ryan’s head and pulling her into her chest. They fall back onto the couch. 

“I feel like everything that happens from here on just proves that you have been right in that first moment. When you suddenly realize that you were incomplete and now you are whole...” Sophie says, almost to herself. 

“Not you quoting Imagine Me & You.” Ryan laughs and buries her head into the crook of Sophie’s arm. Sophie laughs and then there is a comfortable lull in the conversation, where their breathing and heartbeats synch up once more. 

“I dare you to love me.” Sophie barely says above a whisper. 

“I just might.” Ryan responds back quietly, her head resting on Sophie’s chest. 

“Don’t forget me, Soph.” Ryan says softly after a few beats.  

“I won’t remember anything else.” Sophie says.

The two of them lie there for a while like that. Ryan drifting in and out of sleep, and Sophie playing with Ryan’s hair. Sophie’s eyes dance around her own living room as if seeing it for the first time. She looks at her coffee table, empty except for the book laying there and she decides that tomorrow she is going to purchase some fresh lilies. Sophie, feeling more content, more alive, and more like herself than she’s ever felt before, glances down at a peacefully sleeping Ryan Wilder on her chest and smiles.

#wildmoore #sophie moore #ryan wilder #batwoman #wildmoore fic #it’s past 2am here #forgive any errors

[aethelflaedladyofmercia]

Ineffable bed snuggles!

Since I threw some angst at y’all I picked a fluff prompt off the list, #29, “I don’t want to wake up” because I thought that would be a nice ironic reversal from the painful one. (If you’d like to request a prompt, send me an ask, a private message, or even @ me in a comment!)

Content warning for, um, cute snuggles, sleepy faces, mushy awkwardness, kissing someone until they wake up?

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Three days after their failed executions, Aziraphale and Crowley were still in bed.

Sunday had been eventful – the Trials (if you could call them that), dinner at the Ritz, a bottle of wine at the shop. They’d planned to take the Bentley for a drive, but upon reaching the flat, Aziraphale had seen how tired Crowley was and insisted he get a good night’s sleep. He’d all but dragged the demon into bed and then – surprising himself as much as Crowley – had climbed into the other side, pulling Crowley close and running fingers through his hair.

Aziraphale had slept several times over the last few days. Not for very long. Crowley was the marathon sleeper, Aziraphale could never manage more than an hour or two. Didn’t really like sleeping, in any case.

But he was finding that he did like waking up. Feeling the dream melt away, to be replaced by warmth and softness, an arm across his shoulders or around his middle, the slow rhythm of breath not far from where he lay. Then he’d open his eyes to see Crowley, face relaxed in sleep, eyelids twitching, lips slightly parted. Sometimes, if he moved too suddenly, the arm across him would tighten reflexively. Protectively.

Aziraphale had never, in all of eternity, felt as safe as he felt in that moment.

And so Aziraphale stayed in bed, night and day, falling asleep just to have the wonder of waking up again.

In between sleeps, he tried to memorize everything about Crowley. The way his hair fell across his forehead, the tiny movements of fingers and shoulder. Sometimes he would wriggle towards Aziraphale, sometimes further away, but on the whole the movement trends brought them closer as time wore on.

At one point, Crowley tucked his head under Aziraphale’s chin, forehead resting on the angel’s shoulder, every part of them pressed together. Aziraphale had been so deliriously happy, he’d never wanted to move again, even as the arm Crowley lay upon slowly grew numb and tingling.

Now and again, Crowley talked in his sleep, a string of nonsense syllables mumbled under his breath. Aziraphale didn’t understand them, but he caught his own name now and again. Each time, he whispered in reply, “Yes, dear,” and ran his fingers along Crowley’s jaw. This seemed to be the right response: his demon would sigh, smile a little, and drift into a deeper sleep.

Now, after days of slow sleepy bliss, Crowley had begun to stir. Breathing sped up, fingers twitched with more purpose. He grunted and frowned, brow furrowed.

“Good morning, dear,” Aziraphale started warmly.

“Mnn. No.”

“No?” He squinted through the door, judging the height of the sun through the solarium windows. “Good afternoon, then, I suppose.”

“No. Not gonna wake.”

“Whyever not? I find it quite…refreshing.”

“Mmmm. Dream. Good dream.”

“I see.” He traced a thumb along Crowley’s cheekbone. “Would you like to tell me?”

The smile returned, just a small one, as he spoke. “Zir’phale’s here. N’he loves me. N’we’re free.”

Aziraphale’s heart skipped in his chest. He hadn’t said the words yet, but he’d never said Crowley wasn’t astute. Suddenly, he didn’t want to sleep through another moment of their new life. Leaning forward until his lips hovered just above Crowley’s forehead, he whispered: “I have wonderful news for you.”

“Nnnn,” Crowley shook his head. “S’a trick.”

“Oh?” He leaned down, nose brushing through bright red hair. “Care to make a wager?”

“Nuh-uh. Told you. Don’t want to wake up.”

An even softer whisper. “May I kiss you, Crowley?”

“Yes.” A careful press of lips to his brow. “S’how I know s’a trick.” Another on that long, funny nose. “Ziraphale would never—”

Screwing up his courage, Aziraphale brought his lips to Crowley’s.

They weren’t quite as soft now as they’d been while he slept – surprise alone added a certain tension – but they were warm and sweet and Aziraphale drank them in like wine, returning again and again for another sip. After a moment, Crowley began to kiss him back, a little uncoordinated, but passionate and tender at the same time, each press shooting through Aziraphale like electricity. Crowley’s hand crept up his back, until his fingers tangled in the curls on the back of Aziraphale’s neck. The angel pressed his own hands to Crowley’s shoulders, drawing them closer, closer…

There was no telling how long they lay there, lost in their kisses. Neither of them needed to stop for breath, or for anything at all.

Eventually, Aziraphale pulled back and watched Crowley’s eyes flutter open. “Good morning.” A quick glance towards the solarium. “Er. Afternoon? Evening?”

“You, uh,” Crowley looked unusually flustered. “You stayed. Didn’t think…nh…”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I’m just…and you’re…nlrgls.” He suddenly spun away, pulling into a ball, half-hiding under the blankets. “Did, uh. Did I talk?”

“A bit, yes. I think I’m starting to understand it.” He moved just close enough to rest his fingers on Crowley’s shoulders. “I meant it, my wonderful news. It’s true. All of it.”

Another mumble.

“I’m…” Suddenly, he felt shy, uncertain, an intruder in Crowley’s world. “I’m sorry, I’ve been…presumptuous, haven’t I? If you like, I’ll leave, and—”

“S’not that.” Crowley turned back, face nearly as bright red as his hair, and carefully took Aziraphale’s hand in his. “S’just. I’ve dreamt of this for two thousand years.” He gently kissed the back of Aziraphale’s hand, then each finger. “You’re always there, when I sleep.” He turned over the hand to kiss Aziraphale’s palm. “And then…when you really are here…I almost sleep through it!”

He held open his arms and, laughing, Aziraphale slid into them. He fit perfectly. “I didn’t mind. In fact, I look forward to doing this many, many more times. That is,” he added, trying to slow himself down, “if you’ll have me.”

“Have you? In my bed?” Good lord, he really could turn quite red. “Hnnnnnnnnnngh. Ye…yea…if you…I can…yes.”

“Well…well, jolly…er…boo…” He pressed his face against Crowley’s chest for a moment, quite overcome to the point of speechlessness. “I, ahem, I was going to suggest we get up and start our new life but…it is late…perhaps one more night in bed?”

He moved back to meet Crowley’s eyes again, which were now very wide. “Don’t want to sleep…”

“Oh, ah,” Aziraphale smiled in what he hoped was a winning way. “We don’t…have to sleep…yet…”

“NGK!” Crowley buried his face into Aziraphale’s shoulder, mumbling something nearly incomprehensible.

“Oh, yes.” Aziraphale kissed the top of his head. “Yes, my love, I’d be quite content to lay like this forever.”

#good omens prime #good omens fluff #aziraphale and crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens fanfiction #sleepy cuddles #sleeping crowley #first kiss #love confession #after canon #cute #aziraphale #crowley #fluff #aziraphale loves crowley #crowley loves his angel #my writing #writing prompt #tumblr fic

[angelbaugh-writes]

Need For Control {Spencer Reid x Reader}

Request: 10 and/or 13 with spencer Reid please? Thanks so much and love your writing!!

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: I’ve used the 10th prompt so many times that I have run out of ideas on how to work it into a story line. So I just used 13. This took me a week to write. Today hasn’t been a good day, so I channeled all of my emotions into getting something out for y’all. I hope you guys enjoy! Much love Xox Angel Baugh 

     Spencer was a perfectionist. He liked having everything exactly how he wanted it. Meeting you only made it worse. You were perfect to him. He didn’t believe in God, but your beauty could not just be a coincidence. The intelligence and confidence you possessed threw him off balance. He was head over heels after just a week of knowing you. He began losing control.

     What surprised you most about the doctor was his flirty nature. It’s not that he flirted with a lot of people, he only flirted with you, but he was good at flirting. The team was shocked when he used his first pick-up line on you. It was destiny that you two would grow close. 

     After five whole months of flirting, you decided to invite Spencer over to your place to discuss your relationship. He’d never been one for sharing his thoughts and feelings so openly. The way you accepted him filled his heart to the brim. You told him about how you thought you were falling in love. He said that he wanted to ask you out, but he needed it to be perfect. He believed that you deserved the best. 

     So you waited for him. He planned for weeks. At some point, you became impatient and started teasing him about it. The subtle remarks were usually partnered with flirting and laughter. You knew it wasn’t his fault that it was taking so long. Cases, as of late, came one after another. Weekends were spent catching up on sleep instead of properly relaxing. There was no time to ask someone out.

***

     The slow Monday morning was dedicated to finishing up paperwork from the past few cases. You groggily marched to the coffee machine as soon as you entered the bullpen. Penelope greeted you happily as you offered her a small smile.

     “Good morning, sweet cheeks.”

     “ ‘Morning, Pen.”

     The two of you caught up on each other’s weekend activities while sipping on the coffee cup you now held. More team members slowly wandered into the offices and towards the smell of freshly brewed coffee. You greeted each coworker as they passed by you.

     “Your Prince Charming has arrived,” Penelope announced. You rolled your eyes as you shook your head, grinning slightly. She teased you frequently about your relationship with the doctor.

     “Excuse me, baby,” Spencer mumbled as he scooted past you. His hand grazed the small of your back, triggering chills to roll down your spine.

     “You can’t call me baby until you ask me out,” you smirked at him.

     He rolled his eyes, “I’m getting there, I promise.”

     You said a farewell to the two and kissed Spencer’s cheek before you walked to your desk. He raised a hand to the area of pink skin that you’d just pressed your lips to. Penelope giggled at the reaction.

     The stack of paperwork, though smaller than Derek’s - who holds of doing his until the last possible minute, loomed over you. A sigh left your lips as you stared down at the pile of manila folders. The threat of a late shift pressured you to start the tedious work immediately.

***

     The team was now making their way towards the jet. It was just after everyone’s lunch break when the mass text message alerting the urgency of a new case was sent. Groans echoed through the debriefing room at the pictures of mutilated victims. Hotch was able to lift the mood a notch by promising a few days off as soon as the impending case was solved.

     With your go-bag in arm, you walked to the aircraft. You were about to walk up the staircase when Spencer called your name. You waited for him next to the steps. He approached you quickly.  

     “I need to talk to you about something. It’s something I’ve been contemplating a lot recently.” He stood before you, nervously rubbing his hands together. His hair was a little more disheveled than it was that morning. You could tell that he’d been thinking long and hard about something. 

     “You know you can tell me anything, right?” you took his hand in yours and began rubbing his knuckles with you thumb. His posture relaxed a small amount.

     “I know. It’s just,” he paused to let out an anxious chuckle, “I have never felt for anyone the way I feel about you. I like being in control. I’ve needed to have control since Tobias Hankel. When I met you, I wanted to give you every power I have. I trust you more than I trust Derek. After thinking, I realized that there will never be a best time to ask you out. You deserve the universe. I can’t give you that, but I can give you my all. I am willing to give my all to you. This is more formal than this ever should be, I realize that. Y/N L/N, will you go on a date with me?”

     Spencer sighed as soon as the last word left his mouth. His shoulders relaxed as the pressure he felt rolled off of him. You smiled widely at him, wiping away a stray tear. He looked up quickly at the sound of your sniffle.

     “Oh no! I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He pulled you into a tight hug. With his arms around your shoulders, you snaked your arms around his waist. “Please don’t cry.”

     “They’re happy tears, Spence,” you giggled. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

     “Really?” he asked excitedly.

     “Do you want me to say no?” you joked. You pulled back from him to look into his eyes. A serious of ‘no’s sounded from him. “I’m kidding, Spence. Will it take you just as long to plan the date?”

     “I was thinking that you can pick what we do,” he grinned at you. 

“That sound perfect.”

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #penelope garcia #derek morgan #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #jennifer jareau #david rossi #Criminal Minds #criminal minds imagine

[rpf-bat]

In The Dress Your Husband Hates

Pairing: Frank Iero x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Written for Gothtober 2020, Day 12. Prompt: “Dark Bride”. 

You’re trying on wedding dresses, and you know that you’re supposed to be excited, about your upcoming nuptials. But, the dark truth is, that you don’t love the man, you’re expected to marry. Frank finds you outside the bridal shop, in tears. You’ve never seen him before in your life - but, before you know it, you find yourself, telling him all your troubles. 

You stood in front of the fitting room mirror, staring at yourself, in the poofy white dress, and gauzy veil. It wasn’t an ugly dress, by any means. The price tag that clung to the collar, had a well-known designer’s name on it, in gaudy letters. A normal bride would feel lucky, that her generous future mother-in-law, had agreed to buy it for her. 

“You look pretty as a peach in that gown, Y/N,” the older woman smiled at you. “I can’t wait for my son, to see you walk down the aisle in it.” 

You arranged your facial features into a smile, knowing that this was what Mrs. R. wanted to see. But, even though you knew you should be happy, something about all this, still didn’t feel quite right.

“Ma’am?” interrupted a bridal shop employee, as she walked past. “You look lovely, but, um, your dress isn’t zipped up all the way in the back.”

“Oh,” you blushed. “Um, yeah, I couldn’t get it all the way up, when I was putting it on.” 

“Here, let me help with you that,” Mrs. R. offered. You flinched, when her matronly fingers grazed your skin. She tugged at your zipper. 

“Well, now, it just won’t budge,” she frowned. “Let me try again.” 

“Don’t pull so hard,” you hissed. “You’re going to break it.” 

“May I try?” the shopkeeper offered. You didn’t really care for the thought of more people touching you, but you acquiesced. 

“...Oh,” the shopkeeper pursed her lips, struggling to find the polite words, for what she wanted to say. “Ma’am, it seems that you’re too, um….”

“Yeah, I know, I'm too fat for the dress,” you snapped, feeling humiliated. “There’s no way you can squeeze my body into this thing, so just...get it off me, okay?” 

“Do y’all carry this dress, in a size up?” Mrs. R. asked discreetly.  

“No,” the shop girl shook her head, throwing you a pitying look. “I’m afraid that’s the biggest size we have.”

“Oh, my,” Mrs. R tutted. “Y/N, I didn’t realize that you had gotten so…..large.” 

I look like shit, you thought, cheeks burning. How am I supposed to stand at an altar, in front of all my friends and family, when I know I look this shitty?

“Maybe you can try a specialty store,” the girl suggested. “For, y’know….bigger women?”

“Fuck that,” you barked. 

“Watch your language!” the older woman hissed. 

“No!” you cried, hot tears beginning to well up in your eyes. “I...I can’t do this right now!” 

“What do you mean, you can’t?” Mrs. R. demanded. “I take you dress shopping, when your own mother doesn’t want a damn thing to do with your wedding, and this is how you repay me? By throwing a hissy fit in the store?” 

“I just...can’t, okay?!” you insisted, feeling overwhelmed. The tears began to stream down your cheeks. 

I have to get out of here, you thought, pushing past her. 

“Y/N!” she called after you, as you ran out the door. “Where do you think you’re going?!”

You didn’t know - but you didn’t intend to slow down. 

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You ran across the street, dodging cars that swerved and honked at you. On the other side of the street, you found a small, public park. You started running down the winding hiking trail, but you tripped on your train, and tumbled to the ground. 

“Ow!” you cried. “Goddamnit!” 

You had skinned your elbows when you fell, and the white tulle of your hemline had turned to muddy brown. What the hell am I doing? 

You sat down on a park bench, burying your head in your hands, as you wept. What the hell am I doing with my life, in general?

You looked up, when you heard a jingling sound. A large, brown dog stood in front of you, sniffing you curiously. 

“Oh, h-hey,” you said shakily, extending your hand, for the dog to sniff. “Where’d you come from, girl?” 

The dog licked your hand, as if she was trying to comfort you. It made you stop crying, if only for a moment.

“Lois!” cried an unfamiliar voice, and you watched, as a short, dark-haired man came running over. “You can’t run away from me like that, when we’re in public!” 

“Oh, is this your dog?” you realized, gazing up at him. His short-sleeved shirt revealed intricate tattoos on his arms. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry, she escaped from her leash,” the man explained, chuckling. His laughter died on his lips, as he took in the tears that stained your face. “Uh….hey, are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” you lied, wiping your tears on the back of your hand. 

“Here, take this,” the man offered, pulling a tissue from his pocket. You took it, gratefully, and began dabbing at your eyes. 

“I’m Frank,” the man introduced himself. “And this is my dog, Lois.” 

“I’m Y/N,” you replied. “Sorry, did you want to sit down, so you can put Lois’ leash back on her?”

“Yeah, thanks,” Frank nodded, and you scooched over on the bench, to make room for him. He took a red leash out of his pocket, and hooked it onto Lois’ collar. 

Lois turned to you again. You patted her head, and scratched behind her ears. She gave your hand another appreciative lick. 

“So,” Frank asked curiously, “is there a reason that you’re wearing a wedding dress?” 

“Yeah, I was just at Betsy’s Bridal, across the street,” you explained. “I was supposed to be picking out a dress, to wear on my special day.” 

“Oh, congrats on your upcoming marriage,” Frank said politely. “Who’s the lucky guy?” 

“His name’s Ronnie,” you replied. 

“How long have you and Ronnie been together?” Frank asked. 

“Eight months,” you told him, reddening.

“Eight months?” Frank repeated, incredulous. “And you guys are already getting engaged?!”

“.....I’m three months pregnant,” you explained, shame-faced. 

“.....Oh.” For a moment, this revelation rendered Frank speechless. In the awkward silence that followed, the only sound was Lois’ wagging tail hitting the dirt, as you petted her some more.

“So,” he said bluntly, after a moment, “it’s a shotgun wedding?” 

“N-No!” you denied. “I mean, Ronnie’s mom is very Christian, and she was the one who insisted that the child can’t be born out of wedlock. But...Ronnie agreed that this was the right thing to do. She didn’t have to put a gun to his head.”

At least, not literally, you thought darkly. He’d freaked out, at first, but Mrs. R had told him that a baby needed a stable household, with a mother, and a father. And besides - people would talk. 

“Do you think he’s gonna be a good dad?” Frank asked seriously. 

“I guess,” you shrugged. “I mean, he could have ditched me. But, he decided that he wanted to be in the child’s life.” 

“Pfft,” Frank scoffed. “Don’t give the guy a gold medal, for doing the bare minimum.” 

“Hey!” you protested. “You’ve never even met him, what do you know?” 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Frank shrugged. “I’m just a stranger, so you can take my opinions with a grain of salt. But, as far as I’m concerned….yeah, there’s a lot of deadbeat dads out there. But, just because you didn’t immediately abandon your kid, doesn’t automatically make you husband material.” 

“Ronnie’s a great guy,” you insisted. “I think he’ll be supportive, when the baby comes.” 

“You think?” Frank questioned, raising an eyebrow. 

“Well..,” you hesitated. “To be honest, I haven’t seen much of him lately. He’s been out at the bar, with his friends, a lot.” 

“You serious?” Frank frowned. 

“Yeah,” you nodded. “He said that once the baby is born, he’ll be forced to spend a lot of time at home, helping me with childcare stuff. So, for now, he wants to enjoy going out with his buddies, while he still can.”

“If I had a pregnant girlfriend,” Frank sighed, “I wouldn’t ditch her, for my boys. I’d want to be with her, every second that I could, so I could make sure that she, and the baby, were doing okay.” 

That sounded nice….but it had nothing to do, with your reality. 

“I found out the other day, that it’s a boy,” you revealed. The excitement that should have been in your voice, was absent. “Ronnie, says he wants to name him, Ronald Junior.” 

“Is that what you want?” Frank wondered.

“I…..I don’t even know, if I want this baby at all,” you confessed, dissolving into tears again. 

“Hey, ssh, it’s okay,” Frank soothed, putting an arm around you. You cried into his shoulder. 

“Why….why am I even telling you any of this?!” you wondered, as your body became wracked with sobs again. “I just met you! I don’t know anything about you! There’s no reason for me to just give you my whole life story like this!” 

Were the pregnancy hormones, driving you insane?

“People say that I’m a really good listener,” Frank shrugged. “Or, maybe you’ve been needing to get this stuff off your chest for a while - and it doesn’t really matter, who you say it to.”

“I don’t have anyone I can talk to,” you admitted, sniffling. “My mom says she won’t even go to my wedding, because she can’t stand Ronnie. And my friends…..well, they all think I should be happy about this. I’m gonna have a husband who works hard to support me, and a son, and a house with a white picket fence….that’s the dream, isn't it?” 

“It doesn’t sound like it’s your dream,” Frank said softly. “Not if thinking about that future, makes you want to run away, and cry.”

You didn’t even really know him, and yet you clung to him, as he let you cry yourself out, against his sleeve. He was right - you really had needed this, for a while. 

“I’m an outside observer,” Frank admitted. “I don’t know Ronnie, or his mom. I don’t even really know you. But, that also means that I don’t have any biased feelings. Looking at it, from the outside in....it looks like, to me, you don’t really want to go through with this wedding.” 

“But….what will happen, if I don’t?” you hesitated. “I’ll be an unwed mother, and he’ll just be my baby-daddy….everybody will think I’m trash.” 

“I was raised by a single mother,” Frank revealed. “She’s the most amazing person I know. I don’t think that it’s trashy at all.” 

“But....,” you wept, “If I don’t take Ronnie’s ring, who else will ever want me? The pregnancy is already making me too chubby, to fit in my dress properly. By the time I’m due, I’m going to look even more disgusting.”

“You don’t look disgusting,” Frank said, his eyes staring into yours. “Y/N…..you’re beautiful.”

“Y-you’re just saying that,” you blushed. 

“I’m not,” Frank shook his head. “When I saw this gorgeous woman, in this strange dress, sitting here, crying…..I was drawn to you. I wanted to take you into my arms, immediately, to make your tears stop.” 

This whole situation is insane, you thought, unsure whether to laugh, or cry. Instead, you did neither. You hugged him, impulsively. He smelled like cigarette smoke, and dog treats.

He returned the impromptu hug, squeezing you tight. 

“I won’t promise, to be your son’s dad, or anything,” Frank whispered, his breath against your ear. “Because he has a dad - but, you can co-parent with Ronnie, without being in a romantic relationship with him. If you don’t love him, Y/N, don’t promise the rest of your life to him. I just met you today, so I’m not gonna offer you a lifetime. But, I sure as hell, would love to offer you dinner, and a movie, sometime.”

You stared at him, heart racing. “You’re asking me out?” 

“We can just see where it goes,” Frank stammered, cheeks burning. “I just….I get so mad, hearing about how this Ronnie guy is so bad to you. It makes me want to show you that you can be treated better.” 

“I don’t want to marry Ronnie,” you decided. “I think….I’ve known that I didn’t want to, for a while. Thank you, Frank for helping me realize that. I just don’t know what’s gonna happen from here. His mom….she’ll never forgive me.”

“Screw her,” Frank said defiantly. 

“But, what I do know,” you smiled, “is  that I would love to go to dinner with you.”

“It’s a date,” Frank beamed, and took your hand in his. The small touch, of his calloused fingertips, thrilled you more, than anything Ronnie had done to you, in months. 

“....I have to tell him that I’m breaking the engagement, before I do anything else,” you frowned. “I need go about this the right way. But, there’s going to be…..so much backlash, you have no idea.��� 

“If anyone tries to judge you, for the decision you’re making,” Frank offered, “I’ll sic Lois on ‘em. She can eat them for breakfast.” 

You laughed at this. 

“Wow,” Frank gaped.

“Wow, what?”

“That’s the first time I’ve seen you smile, since I sat down on this bench,” Frank explained. “Your smile makes you even more gorgeous.”

His words made you smile even wider - even though your marriage was ending before it began, his warm hand in yours, made you feel, as if everything was going to be okay, after all. 

#frank iero x reader #frank iero imagine #gothtober #pregnancy tw #i don't even know I feel about this one tbh

[imaginewithmgk]

i’d be lying if i said i didn’t love you

prompt; i’d be lying if i said i didn’t love you

summary: colson and y/n see each other after a messy breakup 

word count: 1,190

warnings: swearing, smut, angst

3rd Person’s P.O.V.

She leans towards the mirror, placing both hands on either side of the sink to steady herself. Her short dress is becoming shorter and shorter the more she leans over, ever so slowly showing almost half of her ass. He tries his hardest to not let his eyes wander but he can’t help it, oh how he misses seeing that ass bent over while he fucks her from behind. The beautiful girl lifts one hand and lightly traces her lipstick covered lips,

“How is this coming off already?” She mumbles to herself, disappointed that she spent an obscene amount of money on a lipstick that doesn’t last more than an hour without being touched up. She fumbles through her purse and grabs the tube, putting all her focus on the face in front of her and not looking like a clown when applying the lipstick. All he did was watch her in awe, how does she make even the simplest of tasks look so elegant? He wonders to himself. 

“Will you quit staring at me?” The girl snaps as she catches him watching her intently. She closes the lipstick and shoves it back in her purse before standing straight and pulling her dress down. She puts one leg in front of the other, attempting to leave the awkward reunion in the bathroom they used to share so many moments in. He snaps out of his trance and wraps an arm around her waist, stopping her from going anywhere. 

“Get off me!” She raises her voice and places her hands on his chest to push him away. But as soon as her hands meet the warmth, she can’t seem to pull them away. They both miss each other equally as much but put on facades so the other will never know. Instead of meeting his eyes, hers danced around the tattoos on his chest under the loose singlet he has on. The tattoos she once kissed for hours on end, the tattoos she forced him to tell her the stories of, the meanings behind them, the ones she traced on lazy Sundays they spent in bed together. He wants so badly to meet her eyes, to see what emotions are coursing through her during this moment. Would it be anger? Sadness? Regret? Guilt? That’s all he’s been trying to do since the day he met her, figure her out. 

“What do you want?” She spits as she rips herself out of his grip. 

“I just want to talk,”

“You did enough talking the day you left,” She steps back from him, creating distance because she can’t trust herself not to touch him. “Trust me, I heard every word you said. Especially the ones saying you met someone else and it didn’t matter because we were never together,” Salty tears threaten to spill at the thought of the day she has tried so hard to forget. 

“That’s not what I was trying to tell you,” The troubled boy runs a hand through his dead, fake blonde locks. 

“To be quite honest with you Colson. I don’t fucking care,” She moves back to the mirror to assess her appearance. Ever since Colson and her had parted ways, she became obsessed with herself. Not in the way most people would think but more in a, am I not good enough? kind of way. She became more involved with the social scene, she cared what people thought of her for once but acted like she didn’t, she never went in public without being in full glam because you never know who you will see. Maybe she did all this in case she saw Colson. She works harder than ever, trying to be her own person and not have to depend on anyone like she once did on Colson. She couldn’t afford to have her heartbroken again. 

“What is with you?” He raises his voice. “You’re like a completely different person,”

“That’s what heartbreak tends to do to someone,”

“Do you think you could ever forgive me?” He takes a different approach, this time appealing to her emotions instead of using force or anger. 

“Probably not,” She shrugs. She may never forgive him, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love him. She turns around to address him directly. 

“Colson you know you mean the world to me, you probably always will. But so do your words. You took advantage of my emotions back then and used me for whatever the fuck you wanted because you knew I was infatuated with you and would do anything for you no matter what,”

“Is that what you really think our relationship was?”

“Not to quote you or anything, but you said it was never a relationship remember?” She never used to be this forward but the mixture of alcohol and her newly found confidence made it so easy. She had been holding this in for so long, it was somewhat good to see him so she could finally get closure. 

“Y/N, I loved you. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love you now. I would never do that to anyone, let alone you of all people! I would never take advantage of your emotions or use you. I know how infatuated with me you were and that you would do anything for me but guess what? I felt the same fucking way. That day you never listened to the full story, you didn’t let me explain. 

I will admit that I had a fucked up week and I was angry, I was pissed off at the world and I took it out on you. That was wrong of me. I got all my words mixed up and told you it was never a relationship, without telling you I wanted it to be. I told you I met someone else without telling you it was Megan, and it was a PR stunt. I was so frustrated at you for leaving without giving me a chance to explain and as I said before, I was in a bad place. Those are my pathetic reasons for not contacting you but since I’m spilling my guts to you right now I might as well tell you I was scared. 

That was the main reason I didn’t pursue us after that fight. But now I’ve left it too late, we’re entirely different people.”

“Colson- I- I don’t know what to say,” She stands there shocked, all those months of resentment just because they couldn’t communicate properly. She was torn between forgiving him and jumping into his arms or forgetting this whole night and going back to using her resentment towards him as motivation to improve herself, to better herself. 

“Then don’t say anything,” He mutters as he walks towards her, placing his hand on the side of her face. 

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” She mumbles.

“Then stop me,” He begins to lean down but she doesn’t stop him, she doesn’t want to. Their lips connect and the pair feel the outside world slow down and become irrelevant. All that matters is that they’re sharing this moment together. 

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[consumedkings-archive]

“Did you just bite me?!” for Elliot?

angel!! thank you so much for sending this in and being PATIENT, i am a clown and procrastinated for so long but i still hope you enjoy this. ♡ ♡ ♡ i decided to write this from elliot’s main canon, as sort of an additional/deleted scene that would have taken place in chapter 12! i just really miss their dynamic before everything went to shit lol (ಥ﹏ಥ)

as you can see, this was also requested by my angel @shallow-gravy because y’all are big brain and know my girl too well  ♥(ꈍᴗꈍ)

v. drag me into place ✤ ancient names-adjacent

john/elliot + “did you just bite me?!” taken from this prompt list!

words: ~1k!

warnings: brief, brief, BRIEF and VERY VAGUE mentions of elliot’s raging and untreated ptsd. john being a shithead. naughty language. that’s all!

“It’s pretty cute,” John said conversationally as they walked out into the sort-of-alley stretching behind the Spread Eagle.

Elliot arched a brow at him. “Fall’s End?”

“That you’re still pretending you don’t like me.”

She rolled her eyes. Hard. It was near-impossible to ever get a read on John, a real one, because every time something happened, he flipped some kind of switch inside of himself and put on a big show of it again. That’s what he’d done with her the entire time at the ranch, and in front of his brothers, and—

“I mean,” John continued lightly, “we did kiss.”

And then, too. When Joey had come in and he’d pretended like he had some devious secret she wasn’t privy to. Of course, in a way, he did—but Elliot intended to keep it that way.

For now, anyway.

“Plenty of people kiss,” Elliot replied, huffing as she lifted her leg and balanced the crate on the top of her thigh to fish around her back pocket for the truck keys. “Family members. Friends. The Pope.”

“Do you think the Pope kisses with tongue?”

She shot him a dirty look, and he flashed his teeth at her in a grin. She said, “I’ll kill you, John.”

“Yes,” he acquiesced, clearly trying to behave himself. “You’re very scary and threatening, deputy. Put your leg down, you look like a flamingo—I’ll get it for you. Back right?”

“Is this an excuse to put your hand on my ass?”

“I don’t need an excuse to do that,” John informed her plainly. “I’d like to do so anyway.”

“Back right,” Elliot confirmed, feeling his finger hook into the belt loop of her jeans to turn her more towards him. “And don’t take your time, Seed, I’ve got a surprising amount of upper-body strength and it’ll take about five seconds for me to slam this crate of supplies into your—”

“Shhh—shh shut up.”

John hissed the words into the shell of her ear, slapping a hand over her mouth and hauling her behind the edge of the Spread Eagle. The crate of supplies she’d been carrying nearly toppled out of her hands; Elliot could hear the sounds of voices on the other side of the building, car doors slamming and laughter.

It wasn’t Eden’s Gate, because they chattered comfortably in what she now recognized to be Swedish. The Family, she thought, but only vaguely—and only vaguely because John’s fingers over her mouth and his breath on her ear and the sudden way he’d pulled her out of immediate view of the streets in Fall’s End had kicked her brain into high gear.

She tried to turn it off. Wouldn’t that have been nice, if she could just do that—turn off the instant surge of panic and the urge to drive her elbow straight into John’s face for spooking her? After all, it was one thing for John to slowly crowd his body up against hers, lean down because he wanted to kiss her but didn’t want to spook her, card his fingers through her hair and say I can have both. It was entirely another to—

The reasonable thing to do would be to reach up and pull his hand off of her mouth. But that would mean dropping the crate, and that would mean having something inside of her brain that wasn’t screaming RED ALERT, ABORT MISSION, IMMEDIATE DANGER, ABORT ABORT ABORT—

So she didn’t. She thought only about how it felt like she couldn’t breathe, how both the abrupt way John had grabbed her made her want to be sick, how the knowledge that the Family was just feet away sparked an itch for violence in her, and so she opened her mouth and—

“Fuck!” John’s hand jerked from her face, and he hissed the word out probably about as loud as self-preservation would allow him. “Did you just bite me?!”

“Told you not to fucking grab me like that,” she snapped viciously, pitching her voice into a whisper at just the last minute. “You’re lucky I didn’t take your finger off.”

“You—” The brunette sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes narrowing into dangerous, gemlike slits. Though her heart was hammering in her chest from the instinctual adrenaline, it felt good, too, to have John be wary of her. He’d gotten too comfortable getting in her space, touching her, instigating a response or a fight or some kind of visceral reaction out of her because he didn’t know how to get attention unless it was negative attention.

“Don’t. Fucking. Grab. Me,” Elliot reiterated, biting the words out between her teeth.

“Okay,” John replied tartly, shaking his hand like he’d just gotten stung. Didn’t draw blood, she thought, somewhere in the back of her mind. A shame.

“You’re being a baby about it.”

“You bit—”

It was Elliot’s turn to hiss at him to shut up when the sound of the front door of the Spread Eagle shutting caught her attention. She heard tables and chairs getting moved and scooted around, the sound of someone laughing at something another person said drifting through the back.

Car, she mouthed at him, now.

For once, he didn’t complain, but yanked the crate out of her arms to haul it into the truck while she grabbed the keys from her back pocket. It took about thirty agonizing seconds of situating before she turned the key, grimacing—knowing that they would be heard—and then slammed her foot on the acceleration.

Nobody came rushing out of the bar. Nobody hauled ass to hunt them down. Elliot thought she might have heard the sound of inquisitive voices just before the engine of the Eden’s Gate truck roared to life; but she couldn’t say for sure, especially considering that her world became the grind of the tires on the dirt road before she hit pavement.

Should have stayed, something in her said, fingers itching. Should have stayed and fucked them up for trying to take Joey from me.

They made it all the way out of Fall’s End and to the gas station before she slowed down. John was looking at his hand still. She glanced at him, the dread of a possible run-in still fresh in her stomach, and said,  “I didn’t even draw blood.”

“You’re a fucking animal,” was his reply.

Elliot tried not to sound pleased when she said, “I told you, we’re all animals in the end.”

#my writing #writing prompts #otp: death keep off; i am your enemy #ch: elliot honeysett #ch: john seed #nightwingshero #shallow-gravy #thank u my sweet angels ilysm!!!! #sorry this took so fucking long!!!! #fc5 fic

[thorne93]

The Stars Made Us (Part 22)

Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?

(Prompt challenge – You live in a world where your soulmate can write on their skin and you will get the writing on your own and vice versa. Where they can wash away the ink on their own skin, however, the writing is forever scarred onto your skin until you meet face to face)

Word Count: 1921

Warnings: angst and language throughout

Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter​​​​​​  and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @dontshootmespence​​​​​​, thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​​​​​​, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong​​​​​​ and @arrow-guy​​​​​​ and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​​​​​

Also, I’ve never really liked the whole soulmate AU thing idea, but this felt so right and it was amazing to write. I hope y’all love it too!!

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A week flew by and Stephen had read all of his materials. When he wasn’t reading one, you were reading it. You decided to go with him to the library to see if they would let you read some things.

“Mr. Strange and Ms. Y/L/N,” a man greeted politely.

“Uh… Stephen, please. And you are?”

“Wong,” he answered evenly. 

“Wong. Just Wong? Like… Adele?” he joked and you couldn’t help but smile and laugh a tiny bit, trying to hide it. “Or… Aristotle. Drake. Bono. Eminem,” he continued to prattle off one named artists. 

Wong took the books and examined them. “The Book of the Invisible Sun, Astronomia Nova, Codex Imperium, Key of Solomon. You finished all of this?” he asked, a bit incredulous.

“Yup,” he answered, knowing how it looked.

“Come with me.”

Stephen and you traded a look of intrigue before he said, “Alright.”

The two of you followed him into a room that sat down a few steps and every book was chained in a special book shelving unit.

“This section is for Masters only. But at my discretion, others may use it. We should start with Maxim’s Primer. How is your Sanskrit?” he asked as he walked around, gathering books. 

“I’m fluent in Google Translate,” Stephen Responded and you shot him a look as if you were scolding him. He just shot you a smile. 

Stephen found some books that seemed to be glowing and looked a bit more prestigious than the other books. When he asked about them, he was told they were the Ancient Ones private collection. Naturally, both you and Stephen assumed they were off limits and mentioned this to Wong. Wong said no knowledge is forbidden, only some practice. The only thing was the knowledge in those books were too powerful for anyone but the sorceress supreme to handle. Stephen pulled the book down and began reading. You glanced over his shoulder. 

“That’s the book of Cagliostro. The study of time. One of the rituals was stolen by a former Master. A zealot called Kaecilius. Just after he strung up the former librarian, and relieved him of his head. I’m now the guardian of these books. So if a volume from this collection should be stolen again, I’d know it. And you’d be dead before you ever left the compound.”

You balked in response as Wong took the book back and refastened it in its chain holder. This Kaecilius seemed like a very bad character.

“What if it’s just overdue? You know? Any… late fees I should know about? Maiming, perhaps?” 

You couldn’t help but snicker, trying to hide it, trying not to seem disrespectful 

But Wong didn’t even make a face. 

Stephen clearly thought the joke was funny and now felt uncomfortable from Wong’s hard gaze. “Uhm…Uh, you know, people used to think that I was funny.”

“Did they work for you?” Wong fired back and all laughing stopped. You made a face of surprise before laughing a lot louder now.

“Alright. Well, it’s been lovely talking to you, thank you for the books and for the horrifying story and for the threat upon my life.”Stephen and you gathered his books and began walking across the courtyard. 

You were still laughing quietly.

“Shut up. You laughed too.”

“Yes, but you have to admit, he did catch you there.”

“I still think I’m funny.” 

You pressed your lips together to keep from laughing and teasing him further. 

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You stood in the courtyard, watching Stephen train with about twenty five or thirty other people. They were teaching him hand motions, how to move his body, how to clear his mind, and when it came time for him to cast magic, he was the only one in the group who couldn’t do it. 

You felt sorry for him, but you also had a sense that he wasn’t giving his all to this. He was reading the literature, and he was attending all of the training, but he wasn’t connecting the two. He needed to connect with his soul, and he made it clear that he didn’t believe in that. 

Later that night, when you two got done eating, Stephen started to head towards your bedroom but you began heading toward the courtyard. 

“Where are you going?” he wondered.

You gestured with your head. “Come with me.” You swung by Master Mordo’s quarters and asked him to join you in the courtyard. 

It was late at night, the moon hung high in the sky. It lit up the whole courtyard, as did flaming torches. 

“Master Mordo, would you care to remind Stephen how to open up a portal?” 

“Of course.” He walked over to the box of sling rings, opened them up, and gave one to Stephen. “Focus, visualize. Let yourself see the destination. See beyond what is right in front of you.” 

Stephen nodded. “Got it, visualize it.” He held his left hand up, and spun his right hand. Only sparks appeared. He was already frustrated. 

“Here,” you offered, holding out your hand. “May I try?” you asked both Mordo and Stephen at the same time. 

Stephen gave you his ring and Mordo nodded. You slipped it on and thought of Charles’s kitchen. You focused, allowing yourself to really visualize being there, seeing the kitchen, smelling the smells… You held your left arm up, and began to use your right hand to spin in the air. 

Sparks at first, and then, suddenly the sparks took shape, and made a circle, going bigger and bigger until you could see the entire kitchen. You couldn't believe you actually did it, so easily. You thought on your first try you’d fail, but you wanted to give it a go, to see if maybe you could unlock something to help Stephen with. But you never dreamed you get this close this fast. You were actually practicing sorcery, right this second and your mind couldn’t comprehend it, but you felt alive with promise and hope. 

You were giddy with excitement both from the success of the spell and seeing a familiar sight, being this close to Charles. 

“Very good, Y/N,” Mordo complimented. “How did you learn that so fast?” 

“I’ve just been reading with Stephen. I applied what you said and what I’ve read.” 

“How--How do you do that?” Stephen asked, stunned. “I’ve been trying for weeks and I can’t get anything and you try it one time for ten seconds and you can jump through portals?” 

“I suppose the Ancient One was right about you.” He eyed you up and down. “I trust you to keep training him for this evening, hmm?” 

You nodded. “Yes, Master Mordo.” 

With that, he left, and you returned Stephen’s ring. “Here you go.” 

“Teach me what you just did,” he ordered.

“I will, if you promise to open your mind.”

“I will. I am. Let’s just do this.” 

You raised your brow, clearly not satisfied. “I’m serious, Stephen. If you don’t actually commit to this, believe in it, you won’t learn.”

“You don’t think I know that?” he barked at you and you gave him a stern look. He apologized. “I’m sorry. I know. Let’s try.” 

And so you did, but he didn’t get much better. He still struggled, he still got frustrated. But you kept at it, night after night. You continued to bring him out into the moonlit courtyard and try to teach him in various ways to master the spells and magic he’d been taught. Sometimes it was from books you two had read, sometimes he had to really what the Ancient One had taught him. 

But, despite your best efforts, his skill wasn’t improving. You felt like you were failing him and that caused a bout of guilt to build in you. 

One night in your bedroom, you decided to take a break from practicing and get back to the literature. 

“So, there you have it. What is a focal point?” you quizzed.

“A spot you focus intensely on. Come on, Y/N, really? We aren’t in undergrad getting quizzed for a final.” 

“No, but clearly whatever I’m doing out there isn’t helping. Maybe if we just revisit the literature we’ll see something we missed.” 

“We didn’t miss anything. I just can’t do this. My hands won’t work.”

“Stephen, it’s not about your hands--” you tried, exasperated.

“How is this not about my goddamn hands?” he questioned angrily and you sighed, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes.

“Alright. Okay, how about we take a break. Maybe this is too much, too fast. I’ve been like a drill sergeant and obviously that isn’t working.” You shut the book and put it on the desk behind you. “I’m sorry. I’m failing you.” 

You hung your head in despair, wishing you could help, wishing you could do more. 

“Hey,” Stephen said, putting his fingers under your chin. “You aren’t failing me. I’m failing you. You’re doing a lot here. I just can’t seem to get the hang of it, but that’s not your fault, it’s mine. Maybe if I wasn’t so stubborn.”

“Yeah, but then we’d have to wait for Hell to freeze over and we don’t have that kind of time.” 

“Ooh, okay,” he responded with a bit of a chuckle. “Smartassed today, I see.” 

“Just today? You’re slow on the game there, Sherlock.” You winked at him. 

In an instant, the air changed. 

For the first time since you met, the atmosphere wasn’t anything but tense, riddled with a desperate desire to break through the barrier of air that divided you and Stephen. Time stood still. All melted away. All you could see, smell, think about -- was the man in front of you.

He must’ve felt it too because his hand slowly moved from your chin to your hair, his other hand following suit. His eyes searched yours, for what, you weren’t sure. Permission perhaps, or perhaps he was trying to decide if he wanted to take this plunge. If he stepped over this line, he could never go back. He knew that this would almost surely bind you two. You would go from every other role you had held to -- his. All his. He was your soulmate, and you were his. This kiss would solidify everything he knew and everything he feared. 

With your eyes searching his, you slowly raised your hands to wrap around his wrists. In a silent plea, you granted permission and he must’ve sensed the feeling in you because he didn’t waste another second. 

His mouth crashed on yours and it felt as if it sent 1000 volts inside of you. His kiss spread out like the best medicine from your mouth to your toes. You saw stars behind your eyes and never imagined kissing him would feel this damned good. You never knew you needed this, but it was clear the instant it happened, that you in fact did.

He tasted almost warm, like spices used in baking. Clove, nutmeg, pepper. 

Hunger seemed to ravage you both as you pressed more and more on each other. 

All too soon, you pulled apart and he rested his forehead on yours briefly before kissing it, then rested his forehead against yours once more. Both of you were panting, smiling messes. 

“I didn’t… expect that,” he admitted.

“The kiss?” you questioned. 

“How...good and right it felt,” he clarified.

You pulled back, peering up at him with wondrous eyes before he pulled your face to him again, repeating the same amazing action.

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