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Scream for Me (90s!Aegon/Aemond x Reader, 90s!Jace x Reader) - Scream AU, Chapter Four

A/N: Scream AU with reader as the Sid-type character, Aemond as Billy (no established relationship though), Aegon as Stu, Baela as Tatum (no she's not dating Aegon lmao), and Jace as a mixture of Randy/Dewey

Summary: You go to Aegon and Aemond's house to recover from what just happened and end up confessing something you didn't mean to.

TW: profanity, innuendo, mention of character death, mentions of gore/murder, stalking, perving, aegon jacking off

Word Count: 2,107 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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When you get to the Targaryens' house, the lights are off, and so you turn and run to Aegon, hugging him, surprising yourself at what a fucking mess you're acting like, “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m being so fucking clingy-”

“Hey, no,” Aegon shakes his head, pulling you in close, “You went through something really traumatic, Princess, it’s okay. You can be as fuckin’ clingy as you want.”

Aegon looks at Aemond, the two of them sharing a secretive little smirk. You keep your face buried in Aegon’s chest, and so, you don’t see the grin on his face, the laughter that threatens to spill out.

“Mom is out of town,” Aemond says, making you turn your head toward him, still holding onto your best friend for dear life, “So, it’s just us three. As you know, Hel went over to Baela’s. Daeron is over there too, I think. Sleepover with Joffrey.”

The Targaryen mansion is huge. And just the three of you? The thought makes you tense. That’s a lot of places for the killer to hide…

“Why don’t you take Y/N up to Mom’s room?” Aegon suggests, “It’s the only one with two locks,” he grins at your questioning look, “Yeah, she had a second one installed. I’ll sleep down here by the front door and protect ya.”

He knows you’d never let your best friend sleep down here alone. Not when you think he could be in danger.

You just don’t know that the killer poses absolutely no threat to him at all…

“You don’t have to do that Aeg,” you shake your head, “It’s better if the three of us stay in the same room. Safety in numbers.”

You miss the amused look he flashes Aemond, “Okay, sure. If that’s what you want. Go upstairs. I’ll be up in a sec so we can watch the movie.”

You move ahead of Aemond on the stairs, striding forward with a false sense of bravado, “I-I’m not scared anymore, you don’t need to go ahead of me again! I beat the shit out of that guy! I can take him again! I'll protect you!”

He looks at you, biting back a laugh, “Okay, bunny, you go ahead then.”

You nod to yourself and run up the stairs and into Alicent’s room. Aemond turns back to his brother and snickers slightly before following after you.

When Aemond gets up there, he sits beside you on Alicent’s bed.

“When’d your mom get a water bed?”

“Uh, Nyra got it for her as a present, actually,” he grins, “You like it?”

You shrug, “What happens if it gets, like, punctured? Don’t you remember Nightmare on Elm Street 4?”

Aemond gives you a look and laughs, “Yeah, that’s when that kid who doesn’t talk in number 3 dies, right?”

The kid Aegon said you thought was sexy. Aemond really wishes he could murder a fictional character right about now.

You nod, “Yeah, Joey. Man, that guy was too hot to die.”

Aemond grimaces, calling out to Aegon, “Hey, bring Y/N some pajamas!”

Aegon yells back from down the hall, “Yeah, yeah, keep your panties on, ya little shit, I’m on my way!”

Aemond turns to you and shakes his head, “He gets held back twice and I’m a little shit, show me the justice in that.”

You snort out a laugh, your first since the whole incident at your house. Aemond smiles at you, taking your hand in his.

“I’m glad you’re feeling a little better, bunny.”

You grin back at him, “I hate it when you call me that. Should we rewind the movie?”

Aemond nods, “I grabbed it on the way up,” he hands you the videotape of Hellraiser, “Let’s do it.”

You take it from him and get up to place it into the VCR.

"So, why did Nyra give her a waterbed?" you ask curiously as you bend over to pop in the videotape, "I mean, I'm just curious, I guess.”

Aemond stares at the outline of your ass in that tiny skirt that he handed you to put on before taking you to the police station. He clears his throat when he felt his own pants tightening.

He shrugs, laying back and getting comfortable on the bed, "I don't know. I mean, you know that Daemon and her are swingers, right?”

You nod, “Yeah. He goes to see that chick, what is it, Mysaria?”

Aemond nods, “And she sees Jace’s dad and my mom.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Woah. Didn’t know about Alicent being one of her lovers. Okay,” you come and sit next to him for a minute while the movie rewinds, “But still, why the water bed?”

“You’re such a curious little thing,” Aemond chuckles, making you roll your eyes, “Apparently it makes the sex more interesting. Maybe whenever I get together with the girl I’m into, we can sneak in and fuck on the bed.”

Your eyes widen slightly at the matter-of-fact way Aemond said it. It would appear Aegon is rubbing off on him.

You’re not sure why, but there’s a bitter taste in your mouth as you ask him, “Oh nice, you like someone? Maybe I can help."

Aegon walks in, interrupting whatever Aemond is about to say. He has has a bowl of popcorn in his hands, which makes you unreasonably happy.

A horror movie, popcorn, and two of your closest friends? Other than the almost getting fucking murdered, it’s a perfect night.

Aegon tosses some clothes at you that you catch easily, “In case you wanna change out of your ‘almost got sliced and diced’ outfit, Y/N.”

You glare at him but stand up and nod, “Yeah, I’ll just go in Alicent’s bathroom. One sec.”

When you leave, Aegon turns to him, “You’re sleeping at the foot of the bed. I’m sleeping next to her.”

Aemond’s jaw drops and he shakes his head, “What the fuck, no! That’s not fair, Aegon! I’m the one with the black eye, I should get to sleep by her!”

“You got to feel her up in the house,” Aegon retorts before adding, “Granted, she beat the absolute shit out of you-”

Aemond groans, his hand moving up of its own accord to rub his nose, “Don’t talk about that, my nose still fucking hurts like crazy.”

Aegon giggles to himself, “Man, our girl has a mean right hook.”

“Yeah, laugh it up, asshole,” Aemond sneers, “Tomorrow at school it’s gonna be you!”

“What’s gonna be Aegon at school tomorrow?”

The brothers turn to see you standing there in a tank top and gym shorts that you had left at their place a few weeks ago. With how often you’re there, Alicent had suggested you just leave a couple of outfits for whenever you sleep over, clearing out some space in Aegon’s closet. He had no issue with it, of course. Especially when some of your underwear was among said clothes.

“Oh, you know,” Aegon drawls, eyes moving over your body without any shame, “I’m giving my presentation for Lannister’s class.”

“Ugh, Baela and I did ours last week,” you rest a sympathetic hand on his arm, “Just make sure you’re not reading off of your paper your whole time. He’s such an asshole when he grades them. He wants eye contact. Fuckin’ prick.”

Aegon grins, leaning forward to kiss you on the nose, making you laugh, “Thanks for the heads up, Princess.”

The movie has successfully rewinded and the credits start to roll. You move to lie down between Aegon and Aemond. Aemond is stiff as a fucking board. He’s nervous. Granted, he was feeling you up a few hours ago, but that was Ghostface. This is him, really him.

So Aegon takes the opportunity to pull you into him, tossing a leg over yours and cuddling into you as he always does when you watch a movie. Your back is pressed to him and the popcorn bowl in Aemond’s lap.

Aemond stares at you from the corner of his eye. You are fully immersed in the film, making him smile slightly. You act like you’re so tough, but you’re watching this movie with your mouth open and eyes wide like you’re a little fucking kid. When one of the movie’s villains, Frank Cotton, starts making out with his sister-in-law quite loudly, he notices you shift slightly, averting your eyes.

"There's a lot of sex in this movie," you mumble, grabbing a fistful of popcorn.

Aegon grins, feeling himself get hard against you, “Sure is, Princess.”

You’re too absorbed in the movie’s plot to even notice, rambling about how Kirsty is going to survive because she’s the only one with any fucking brains. How they’re so stupid for digging out the puzzle box in the first place.

The brothers look at each other and grin. Watching movies with you and hearing your rants are almost always even more entertaining than the movie itself.

After Hellraiser finishes, Aemond moves to the foot of the bed, per Aegon’s instructions. You start talking about what happened earlier.

“Did the guy hurt you?” Aegon asks, a look passing between him and Aemond that you miss.

“No, I probably hurt him way more,” you scoff before blushing slightly, “He, uh, actually felt me up.”

Aegon’s eyes dance with amusement at hearing you actually admit what happened, “Wait, what?”

“You heard me!” you snap, grabbing a pillow and whacking him with it over the head, making him laugh obnoxiously, “The killer’s a fucking perv!”

The two boys laugh heartily, until Aemond questions, “Now answer this. No judgment, but did you enjoy it?”

“He killed your ex girlfriend! And my ex boyfriend!” you respond, dumbfounded by the fact that he’s actually fucking asking you that, “What do you think, Aemond?”

“That’s not an answer, Princess,” Aegon grins, “C’mon.”

“Of course I didn’t,” you insist, laughing nervously, eyes darting from Aegon to Aemond, “You guys are insane, you’re so nuts for this.”

“Then why is your face turning red?” Aemond chuckles, “C’mon, Y/N.”

“Tell the truth, angel,” Aegon teases, moving closer to you.

Maybe if you hadn’t been so busy trying to cover up your lie, you would’ve noticed the pet name…

You stay quiet for a minute and then bury your face in your hands, “Yes, I enjoyed it, okay! I’m a despicable human being! I enjoyed being felt up by a fucking murderer because I’m a dumbass sexually frustrated virgin,” you continue ranting, “You know, I don’t get how virgins survive these things! Because I was half ready to just fuck the guy and get it over with! I’ve gotta be a psycho for that, right?”

Aemond smirks to himself while Aegon starts cackling and says, “Nah, you’re not a psycho. You’re just human.”

“Ugh, just put on Silence of the Lambs,” you demand, “It helps me fall asleep.”

Aemond looks at you, shaking his head, “If the killer hadn’t attacked you, I’d swear you’re the killer.”

“Oh, bite me, asshole.”

Don’t tempt me, Aemond thinks to himself, putting in the movie.

About halfway through the movie, you and Aemond both fall asleep. Careful not to wake you, Aegon moves to turn off the TV. He gets back in bed beside you and watches the steady rise and fall of your chest for a moment before he rolls over onto his back. He waits for sleep to take him, but unfortunately, he is uncomfortably hard. He breathes deeply before reaching his hand into his pants. He strokes up and down, half hoping you will wake up and help him. Aegon stares at you, your lips parted ever so slightly. You look so vulnerable right now. And he knows what he’s doing is wrong, you’re his best fucking friend. But, he’s literally killed for you.

He thinks he’s earned this much.

He continues his stroking, imagining himself inside you. Suddenly, you let out a moan of your own, in her sleep.

"Aeg," you whimper in your sleep, "Mm, that feels so good. Harder. Fuck, yes, Aem.”

Aegon cums immediately and stares at you in shock. Are you seriously having a dream about having a fucking threesome with them? He knows it doesn’t really mean anything, it’s a fucking dream after all. And like you said, you are a sexually frustrated virgin.

But could it be that their plan is starting to work?

He gets up to wash his hands. Getting back in bed, he sighs and brushed a stray lock of hair off of your face before kissing your forehead.

"Sweet dreams, Y/N,” Aegon smirks before he turns out the light.

#Jacaerys x reader #Jace velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #jace velaryon #jacaerys velaryon #aemond Targaryen x reader #aegon ii x reader #Aegon x reader #Aegon Targaryen x reader #aegon ii #Aegon ii targaryen #Aegon targaryen ii #scream hotd au #scream for me fic #my writing

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the-martyrfication-of-the-matron · 3 months

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boy you were not rambling </3 do you have a background for val and/or nat? any accompanying stories/fics/arcs for them? do you have anything written for them you’d be open to sharing?

sorry for the questions lmao

I love the questions anon don’t worryyy

Tw for like child death and stuff. Generally a lot of murder and torture happens in both of their storylines, life is rough for them.

Val and Nat are part of a huge oc storyline I’ve been working on since I was like 11 lmao. And I’m always a ‘I don’t want to tell you for spoiler reasons’ mfer even though I know I’ll probably never write it lmao

Val and Nat are both the last remaining children of the gods Vitäädi (or Vitää) and Rya, who were all kind of killed when Rya found out via prophecy that someone of his blood was going to kill him one day, and he didn’t want that. I have some part of Rya that I’ve posted on here somewhere actually.

Val was the eldest son, the strongest. He wasn’t spared as much as he was too difficult to kill. Even when he was 14, not even a matured human let alone a matured god, and he was dragging the bodies of his brothers with him to try and give them the honour of being buried before their father could destroy every last remnant of them. But he wasn’t strong enough. He managed to keep hold of only his youngest sibling, and by a certain point, he knew that he couldn’t keep going with the baby, that Rya would get them both. And death at the hands of Val was a more gentle death than any Rya could offer. He drowned his baby sibling, crying tears of blood as he did it. He dug a grave with his nails until his fingers bled too, and made sure that his sibling was packed too firmly into the earth for Rya to find them.

He ended up slaughtering villages of humans to try and find something else to feel guiltier about. Instead, he ended up just scaring Rya off. He wondered how that worked, until the goddess of fate, who gave Rya the prophecy, warned Val of it too. Of course, Val, as the only remaining child of Rya (and a homosexual) realised he was the last of Rya’s bloodline, and figured out that he needed to get stronger to kill his father.

He earned himself the title of God of War and Bloodshed, by… warring and killing. He killed a lot of people in an attempt to get strong enough to kill his father, and eventually… he decided to kill the gods. Which causes the GodKiller storyline that I was making into a comic for a little while until I realised I can’t draw comics lmao. It culminates in him failing to kill his father, and almost dying.

Wherever his blood spills, flowers grow, so the god of Nature and medicine found him bleeding out and went ‘mmm that’s my husband right there’. He nursed him back to health, they fall inlove, it’s all very sweet, and… Rya’s bloodline continues. Because magic and the power of gay love.

Nat is the drowned baby. Except Val was 14 and didn’t quite know how to fully kill off a god, so they survived. And Rya took them back in, knowing he needed someone else to protect him from Val, someone Val wouldn’t want to hurt. And then… yeah years of torture until they submitted and complied, and then were just released into the world as a broken god. So obviously Nat went ‘im gonna kidnap people and force them to play a murderous game show…’ as the god of Games. And prioritised his death games over protecting Rya, so eventually got imprisoned.

Nat mostly just wanted reassurance that they weren’t weak for having been broken by what they went through. That someone else could understand that kind of trauma in the way they experienced it. Which isn’t an excuse lmao you can’t shoot someone for getting trivia wrong. But that’s… kind of the excuse that they use to get Val to spare them later on. That they’re both just broken people and they both killed to cope with it, so why is the way that Nat killed less justified?

I don’t have anything actually like written down aside from my poor attempt at making the GK storyline, but there’s a bunch of storylines and characters and I’d be happy to talk about any of it.

#ebvavin’s ocs #ebvavin’s God Killer #Nat ne’Rya #Val ne’Vitaa

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queen-eevee · 3 years

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hiroto + 11!

11. Blood at the corner of your mouth

TW: Blood description (like, a lot of it); doing a Chomp

Hiroto hates playing in the blooddrain.

She knows better than to complain out loud, though—this is only the second game she’s played in blooddrain this season and she’s just lucky she doesn’t have to go out there more than once an inning. But that doesn’t mean she’s enjoying herself. After 4 seasons, the familiar feeling of blood drying on her bare skin has become downright unbearable, not to mention all the blood she’s going to spend an hour scrubbing out of her hair later and the bad mood everyone else is going to be in because they spent an hour doing the same thing.

Needless to say, there was no shortage of mournful groans at warm-ups this afternoon when Randy announced what the weather was going to be like.

Hiroto scratches her nails up and down her arm as she watches the game, occasionally flicking crusted blood out from under her fingernails, and bites back a sigh when Usurper strikes out. Dunlap sends her a sympathetic look from where they’re sitting—dry and clean, Hiroto notes with wistful jealousy—and gives her a thumbs up. Hiroto returns it somewhat halfheartedly as she steels herself and steps back out into the rain.

Top of the 8th, she thinks as she approaches the mound. Nearly done, and then I can shower and eat something that’s never been alive for dinner.

Unfortunately, the League has a vendetta against best laid plans.

A particularly sodden Alston Cerveza only gets the chance to send a ball flying into Usurper’s glove before the sky reverberates with a shuddering gurgle and the clouds open with a deluge of scarlet. Everyone around the field reacts immediately, more than used to the blooddrain’s habits at this point, and holds up gloves or cupped hands to protect themselves. Hiroto is more than prepared for the burst of rain, but her lips going dry is new.

And then her veins are on fire.

Hiroto has spent her entire life reading about heroes like Achilles and Heracles, but it isn’t until the space behind her eyes floods with a rush of red that she thinks she understands something of their madness. Her breaths come heavy, hungry as she swallows painfully, trying to bring moisture back to her mouth, her throat. She has no name for the sensation that’s overcome her, just half a mind to look to the sky and see if what they heard was Ares laughing.

She feels thirsty. She feels like she could be playing a lot better.

The next batter steps up to the plate and Hiroto rounds on him with teeth bared, lips curled. All she sees before she charges home plate and leaps is the expression of horror on his face and a blur of her surroundings, glazed over with a vibrant, ruby hue.

She snaps out of it only when she realizes she’s no longer thirsty, coming to with a gasp and a cough, spitting the taste of iron into the dirt at her feet. Lachlan Shelton is still standing, but his face has contorted into one of pain as he weakly grips his bicep. It’s hard to tell where the blooddrain starts and his blood stops, but if the thrumming in Hiroto’s chest is anything to go by, he’s probably lost a bit. Hiroto gives an apologetic pat to his uninjured arm. He accepts with a pale nod.

Nobody moves from their positions. Nobody reacts as she wipes a drop of blood from the corner of her mouth and resumes her place on the mound. Nobody asks any questions as she pitches and nobody blinks an eye when someone from the Moist Talkers meets Lachlan on third with a first aid kit and a towel. They understand. Everyone's more than used to the blooddrain’s habits at this point.

Hiroto’s shower takes an extra thirty minutes that night. She eats nothing but a salad for dinner.

Send me a character and a number and I’ll write a short fic!

#yeah HUGE TW for blood in this one lmao I went a little over the top #I spent. like 3 fucking hours writing this ahsldkjaskd #SO MUCH TIME ON THE WIKIS/REBLASE #also did you know the wiki is wrong Hiroto actually did a blooddrain in season 10!! I'm so proud of her #anyways this is my hot take on how blooddrain works if you hate it that's okay <3 #blaseball #my writing #hiroto wilcox

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mrsmaybank · 4 years

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Gas Station Girl - Spencer Reid x Reader - CH 3

Spencer Reid’s first impression of the Reader is mixed. She’s “audacious, promiscuous, clever, and troubled.” and there is so many things Spencer would like to do about it.

CHAPTER ONE HERE

CHAPTER TWO HERE

A/N:I’m writing a Spencer Reid x Reader multific! The series will be intense and 18+. Age gaps, Explicit sexual content (dom/sub dynamics/kinks), angst, family issues, dark themes including: violence, suicide, murder, death, blood, and drug use and addiction. (Chapters will of course have trigger warnings depending on the content) HIGHLY recommend you listen to the playlist as you read!

A/N2: This chapter is the most wholesome one in the whole series! Other then the kinky smut LMAO. No for real though, this is as fluffy as it gets. Next chapter gets um... well you’ll see!

TW: Language, Age gap, use of ‘Little Girl’ as pet name, explicit sexual content (light degradation & unprotected sex), mentions of death, smoking weed, mentions of violence

Fic Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4WYosdR6Tz4y9lsmUghoMU?si=ZvyS_2oqSDW95PxULRs2fQ

The seconds of ignorant bliss after opening your eyes for the first time since a night of horrible decisions didn’t last as long for Y/N anymore. Pains and aches serving a reminder of all the apologies that were owed from her. Instant dread and distaste for confrontation swirled in her stomach. Ah but she deserved it all. The night was blurry, but from recollection, it was only Teddy. He’d dropped her off home, she remembered that. From where? Who knows, but it probably didn’t matter. Teddy’s services didn’t really warrant (nor did Teddy want) a heartfelt, apologetic phone call she decided. Instead a simple, “thx” text sufficed.

She stepped out of her room, pleased with the sight of her roommate rolling a joint on the kitchen table. “Good fucking morning.” she meant it. The weed would ease the sting of the bruises and busted lip.

“Morning.” Kena said, licking the joint to seal its precious contents. “What the fuck happened to you last night?” making a face of amusement.

The friends bursted out in laughter in unison.

“Got my ass beat.” Y/N started telling the story as Kena lit the j. “Remember ‘Record Shop’ Dude’?”

“Do I remember? You guys fucked for like a week straight. Thought you guys were gonna get married.”

“Well,” she couldn’t contain her laughter anymore, “Apparently he has a girlfriend. They’ve been together for three years.”

Kena passed her the joint laughing, “Apparently.” she watched as her friend inhaled the smoke, “I’ll never understand why you don't fight back every time. I’ve seen your left hook, it’s deathly. It’s like you like getting your ass kicked.”

Y/N finished the joint, putting it out. “Yeah, I get off. Masochist, remember?” she said in a serious tone. Kena understood the satire of her response.

“What’re your plans tod-” she was cut off by her phone ringing. She saw the unknown number and smiled putting it on speaker for Kena to hear. “I’m fucking broke!” she shouted as Kena laughed. “You can’t scam me! I don’t have any fucking money to steal!”

The line went silent and they awaited the confused stutter of some telemarketing con artist. And a confused stutter came.

“Y/N? It’s Spencer.” he paused, “Spencer Reid?” he paused again. Perhaps she’d forgotten him. “Dr. Spencer Reid?”

“I know who you are.”

Kena looked at her friend in confusion, but she was busy replaying the events of the previous night. Spencer had called Teddy, from the parking lot of a shady...her memory stalled, liquor store.

“Holy fuck I’m such a piece of garbage.” was the only thing her subconscious could render.

“I am so fucking sorry. Holy shit. Thank you for last night, dear fuck. I’m sorry about that. And for screaming at you! I didn’t have your number saved.”

Spencer lightly sighed. She remembered. “It’s okay. How are you feeling?”

“Uh, great.” she stammered, “I’ve woken up a lot worse.”

Spencer could hear the slight embarrassment in her voice. “Good, good.” he took a deep breath, “Well I was wondering if maybe I could take you out to lunch? We’ve only ever spoken in parking lots.”

Kena opened her eyes in delight, mouthing “Yes!”

Y/N couldn’t contain her smile, “I’d like that Dr. Reid. Pick me up at three?”

“Sure little girl. See you soon.” Spencer hung up and Y/N melted.

Kena screamed, “You’ve been fucking a doctor?!”

“No.” she smiled a devilish grin, “But I’m about to.” she sang, practically skipping with joy back to her room.

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Spencer hadn’t gotten a good look at the complex in the dark, but now he could see it in its full glory. Beer bottles and cigarette buds littered everywhere, sulky characters loitering at practically every corner, and a reek of marijuana. Not his personal idea of home sweet home.

He watched as the girl he was waiting for exited from apartment 209, looking just as wild as ever. He wondered if the disheveled look was intentional or if she always looked so crazily hot. His eyes continued to follow as she walked down the steps and into his passenger seat.

“Hi.” she said, eyes wide and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was blushing. Y/N didn’t seem like the kind of girl to blush.

“Hey. You look nice.” he started to pull out of the parking space.

“You don’t have to say that you know. I don’t look nice. I never look nice.” she sighed, “Truthfully I hate the idea of looking nice.”

Spencer was amused with her little ramble, “Why?”

“‘Cause nice is what you look like when you’re going to church. Or brunch. And I don’t do either of those.” she said plainly.

“What’s wrong with brunch?” he questioned smiling.

“Nothing is wrong with brunch.” she paused for a minute, deciding whether or not to tell him all the atrocious memories she had in connection to brunch. He only asked you about fucking brunch. Don’t reveal all your baggage already. Don’t be a dramatic bitch. Just say your vegan or some bullshi-

“What are you contemplating on telling me?”

Her mouth gaped playfully. “Fucking cut the profiling! Three minutes in and you’re already doing your weird government shit.” she remarked, teasingly defensively.

Spencer laughed, “Weird government shit? Really?”

“Yeah.” she pursed her lips, “I said what I said.”

“It’s psychology, not weird government shit. It’s analyzing body language, and speech patterns and-”

“I get it. You’re fucking smart.” They pulled out to a red light.

“You’re smart too.”

“Thanks Doctor.” she smiled, it did make her happy to hear that. “So where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see.”, and see she did. As they got out of the car, Y/N couldn’t stop smiling. At first it was the way Spencer’s hand found hers, but then it was the sight. The restaurant was placed under the biggest trees she’d ever seen, with ivy hanging just a couple feet over her head. It was illuminated with lanterns and tiny hanging lights and she felt like she was in a fairy tale. It was beautiful.

“Hey Spencer?”

“Yes?” he said approaching the hostess, “Table for two, Spencer.” His attention shifted back down at her. “This is the prettiest place a boy has ever taken me.”

He smiled, “Yeah? You like it?” The hostess led them to their table and they sat. “A lot.” she giggled and Spencer swore his heart would explode. The sound was just too adorable.

“So Y/N, where are you from?”

She was a little surprised at the question, almost like nobody had ever asked. Had she ever been on a date? Like a proper sit down date?

“New York City, originally. But I uh, moved around a lot as a kid.”

“Tell me about that.”

“You really wanna know?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he questioned.

“Okay, fine. I used to live in this beautiful townhouse in Manhattan. I had a pink room with a huge bed and canopy. A gorgeous chandelier, this vanity with all my tiaras, and my dolls! Oh my god, those dolls were so fucking pretty.” he listened intently, relishing in the way her eyes lit up in a way he’d never seen.

“And then my dad died.” the glint of joy in her eyes was gone. “When I was seven. And we moved to West Virginia, living with my grandmother, until she died!” she let out a small laugh in attempts to keep the mood up. “Then we were living in this mobile park, which wasn’t so bad. Creeps and meth-heads came and went, but overall not a horrible place to grow up. It’s where I met Teddy, you know him.”

He nodded his head, still listening to every detail of the story.

“After my mom got remarried, him and I decided we wanted to go to California. This was supposed to just be a pitstop, get our shit together, you know? But we had a falling out, and he went without me. Came back when his brother got cancer. Then after Casey died he came back to D.C, got me to enroll in school with him And uh, now I’m here. I go to Washington Uni, by the way. Major in Journalism.” she ended shyly.

“I’m sorry about your dad. And your grandma. That’s a story.”

She nodded her head. “Its okay. Better place, you know?” How about you?”

“Well, uh, I’m from Las Vegas. It’s been just me and my mom for a while. My childhood was a little weird, graduated high school when I was twelve, then I-”

“Hold the fuck up, twelve?” he nodded. “Holy shit. You’re one of those freakishly smart prodigy motherfuckers aren’t you?”

He laughed, “IQ of 187, not to brag.”

“Oh fuck you, you’re totally bragging.”

“You got into Washington, you did well in school too.”

“Yeah uh, despite the shitty childhood school wasn’t really ever an issue. My dad was a Senator, George Y/L/N, in New York. He had a lot of random contacts. When we moved to West Virginia I got to go to some snobby private school ‘cause his friend was a board member. Saint Matilda Preparatory School. Top of my class.” she smiled, “Not to brag.”

“You’re definitely bragging.” he teased.

Scoffing, she said, “I didn’t drop my IQ number, so you’re still the gloating one here.”

“I didn’t think you were a high school drop-out.” “Aw Spencer really?” she said sarcastically.

There waiter came and took their order, but neither of them really cared about the food. They stayed there talking for longer then the restaurant would’ve liked, telling each other their craziest dreams, wildest experiences, bad decisions, and nothing and everything. Before they knew it, the restaurant was kicking them out. They walked back to Spencer’s car, hysterically laughing at the disdained waiter who had to so awkwardly ask them to order something else or leave, Y/N clinging to his arm.

“Nobody’s ever done something like this for me before.” Y/N said as Spencer got into the drivers seat.

“What do you mean?” Spencer turned to face her.

“Picked me up, taken me to a pretty restaurant, paid, opened doors for me.” her eyes locked in his, “Listened to me talk for so long.”

“I could listen to you talk forever.” he grabbed her face and kissed her. The kiss was nothing like he’d expected. It wasn’t an aggressive make-out fired by lust, it was a kiss of passion and dear affection.

They began to drive in silence. Not uncomfortable Awkward silence, more like enjoying each other's company silence. That is until Y/N did something Spencer should’ve seen coming as this was the same girl he’d met at the gas station. Her hands were inching their way up his leg to his crotch, teasingly slow. She scanned his eyes for some note to stop, but it never came. She palmed him gently through his pants, watching him struggle to keep his eyes on the road, as he twitched under her touch. “Fuck.” he sighed out quietly, “Stop.”

“Take your shoes off, get in the backseat.” he turned off the main road, driving down a more secluded street until he found a tiny spot almost completely hidden by trees.

“Take your clothes off.” he still hadn’t made eye contact with her since telling her she was smart. She did as she was told, taking off her top and shorts as fast as she could. Spencer got out of the driver's seat and got into the back passenger seat, only the middle seat separating them. “Come here.” obeying, she did. In only a bra and underwear, she crawled into Spencer's fully clothed lap, as he grabbed her face and kissed her. Her barely let her move, wanting to be able to explore her mouth freely, She gasped for air, whispering a small “Oh fuck.”

He tightly gripped her jaw, toying with her bottom lip as he spoke, “You have such a dirty mouth.”

She smiled more poisonously then he’d ever seen, it was mischievous and seductive, and it made him crazy. “What’re you gonna do about it sir?”

Now it was him smiling as the small girl looked up at him with big eyes, “So many things.” He started to kiss her again, this time his hands going down to tease her clothed clit. She moaned into the kiss and rocked her hips down harder into his hand. “Please?” she moaned again.

He moved her panties to the side, sliding a finger through her wetness, “You need something don’t you?” She nodded her head.

“Well, use your words.”

“Touch me.” she got closer in his ear, “Please.”

“What’s with the niceties little girl? You don’t want to be touched, no, Good girls like to be touched. You, you are a desperate little slut, hm?” His fingers dipped into her with no warning, curling immediately, “You want to be destroyed.”

Her hips bucked almost instantly as she cried out, “Yes. I do.”

“Beg for it.”

“Sir,” she opened her eyes to lock with his, “Please.” Spencer continued to curl his fingers while still rubbing her clit, and her moans and breathes got sloppier and louder.

“Please!” she whined. “Please sir.” He couldn’t contain a small laugh, “No.”

“This is a bit pathetic even for you, no? You’re here naked in my lap begging for me to let you come.” She nodded her head. “Oh but I’m sure you’ve done worse haven’t you love?” She shook her head. As badly as he wanted to lecture her about lying, he could feel her tighten on his fingers. “Can..” she stuttered in between moans, “Can I? Please let me come?”

“Awe, good girl asking for permission.” he pulled his fingers out, “No.”

He slipped his fingers in her mouth and watched as she sucked them off. “Figures you’d be good at that.” he unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants and lied back so the door supported his back. “Come sit on it.”

Her eyes opened in delight as she crawled over and did as she was told. He watched in awe as she sunk herself down onto him, clenching as their thighs met. He let her think she had some control, eyes never leaving her as she bounced and moaned. “You’re such a good girl baby.” He could see her teetering right above the edge, and seeing as he was so close as well, he gave in. “Come for me.” and with that, she did. Practically screaming as he fucked up into her through her orgasm, pulling out and finishing himself.

He hugged her into his chest, whispering small praises and delivering soft kisses to her sweaty forehead. She made small circles with her nails on his arms, “I fucked a doctor!” She giggled.

Spencer broke out into laughter, “I fucked YOU.”

“We fucked each other.” They laid there for a moment, Y/N practically melting to the feeling of being in his arms. It was too comforting.

Eventually, Spencer began driving back to her apartment, loving every moment of her outlandish singing and dancing in his passenger seat until he parked to drop her off.

“You’re a very special girl.” Spencer said as she smiled.

She took a deep breath, “Spencer, I fucking like you. A lot. I can’t remember the last time I had a good time like this that I wasn’t fucking high or drunk or both.” she continued to ramble, “And I guess what I’m just trying to convey is-”

She was cut off by Spencer crashing his lips to hers. “I know what you mean.”

She smiled and gave him one last peck on the lips, “I hope I’ll see you soon Dr.”

“You will.”

As she walked back up the stairs to her apartment, Y/N only had one thought. How am I gonna manage to fuck this up?

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mcnstres · 6 years

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( casually slides onto the dash ) HEY THERE! i’m s, and yes, it does indeed stand for shithead, and i live in pst. i turned twenty just four days ago so that means three hundred and sixty-one more days until i can legally drink in the united states. cue the confetti poppers. but anyways, i’m v v excited to be here and can’t wait to plot with you all! that being said, hmu if uh, you know, you wanna like, plot or sumthin sumthin. my IMs are open but if that’s not really your style, i also have a discord that i’d happily give out if you ask. but yeah, below the read more is all that jazz, yadda yadda, ye.

rape tw, abortion tw, death tw

* ADRIA ARJONA & CISFEMALE / / here we’ve got BELLE MÁRQUEZ-ROSALES, the THIRTY-EIGHT year old VAMPIRE - luckily, SHE actually looks about TWENTY-FIVE years old. with a reputation for being BENIGN, AUDACIOUS, CREDULOUS, and SELF-DEPRECIATIVE, it’s surprising we haven’t heard more about them. BELLE has been around faulk hollow for 2 WEEKS, but they ain’t leaving anytime soon. you hear CONFIDENTLY LOST by SABRINA CLAUDIO? that means you’ll see ‘em soon.

she was born and raised in grand haven, michigan. her mom had her at 16 and idk where her dad went but uh, he wasn’t in the picture. her aunt was 27 when her mom had her, and she’d already been told she couldn’t have kids, so when belle was born it was kind of a blessing in disguise for her. the mom didn’t really want anything to do with the kid, she was a teenager at the time and was too wacked out over the fact that the baby-daddy vanished. so yeah, her aunt and uncle were basically her parents

never had a good relationship with her mom. also has a lot of half-siblings due to the fact that her mom just wouldn’t stop having kids lol

belle’s always been kind of, idk, perfect?? she was a good baby, quiet, barely ever cried, always sleeping; she was a good kid, remembered her abc’s and times tables in the first few weeks she learned them, never talked back to her tia; she was an exceptionally good teenager, didn’t drink or smoke like the other kids, kept straight a’s, did hella volunteer work, etc. you get the whole gist. she was just... good. she did everything she could to NOT become her mother, and so she worked hard and kept out of trouble

but then when she was 16, belle was raped. it happened after her sophomore homecoming football game; her friend wanted to go to a party to celebrate and belle didn’t want her to go alone so basically she only went to keep an eye on her. long story short, belle found herself locked in a room with a drunk guy and that’s when he took advantage of her. she ended up pregnant afterwards and got an abortion. at first, she was going to keep it because she was raised by a very religious family, that’s partially the reason why she has so many damn half-siblings, but her aunt supported her decision to get the abortion

despite what’d happened to her, belle continued to try and see the best out of her life. she used it as her motivation to get stronger, to get out of grand haven and make a better life for herself. she graduated high school as valedictorian and then ended up going to the university of michigan

she entered college as a human biology major. she wanted to get her phd in gynaecology and eventually join the msf, aka, doctors without borders

life seemed to be going well for her. she fell in love, got into med school, and she just felt like everything was on track

but you know, something bad always has to happen when she thinks everything’s good and dun dun dun she gets turned into a vampire!! she, tommy(da bf at the time), and his sister were ambushed by vampires. while tommy survived, she and his sister were turned. they decided to stay away from him and let him believe they were dead because one, belle couldn’t control her bloodlust for shit and she didn’t want to end up killing him or sumthin, and two, she was ashamed of what she was. she thought he’d see her as a monster. to this day, belle still hasn’t really come to terms with the fact that she’s a vampire

belle and tommy’s sister have basically been moving from town to town, living in a place until blah blah something goes wrong and they have to move again. the last time they had to move from somewhere was because belle almost killed someone, yay. they’ve been in faulk hollow for about 2 weeks now and she isn’t really aware that there are other things besides vampires out there??? like “ghosts??? ghosts aren’t real”

no daylight ring so ya girl stuck in da dark. BUT if there were some kind of witchy woo out there that’d make one for her... that’d like.. be a nice thing to plot out *eye emoji*

totes drinks blood bags. she a bambi lover and drinking from humans is a huge no-no for her because uh surprise she still has problems with her bloodlust

* THEO JAMES & CISMALE / / here we’ve got ANDREI OVCHUKHOV, the SEVEN HUNDRED AND THREE year old VAMPIRE - luckily, HE actually looks about THIRTY-SIX years old. with a reputation for being ENDEARING, VIGOROUS, IMPETUOUS, and INTEMPERATE, it’s surprising we haven’t heard more about them. ANDREI has been around faulk hollow for FIFTY-FOUR YEARS, but they ain’t leaving anytime soon. you hear GLORY & GORE by LORDE? that means you’ll see ‘em soon.

he was born into a family of farmers in early 14th century russia. he was the eldest out of six children and his parents were simple, kind people. they struggled to make a living out of their harsh environment but always remained optimistic

things only got harder after his father died of disease. he had to take on the role of the “man” in the house and continued to farm, which mind you, was not at all what he wanted to do. he wanted something more out of life, to be something more. he had such ambition but was tied down to a lesser living by his obligation to family

1351, the black death came to russia. the weakest and less fortunate were contaminated first, so it came to no surprise when one by one, his siblings began dying of the plague. first it was his youngest sister, then it was his brother, and so on. the last person to die was his mother. he’d been by their sides the whole time, not caring if he too would get infected, and took care of them all until their last breath

one night, when andrei was sitting alone in the empty little house, a stranger came knocking at his door. it was storming heavily that night and the woman was looking for shelter. he warned her that the plague still lingered in his home, but oddly enough, she didn’t care. he let her stay and during the short time she was there, andrei basically told her his whole life story. she was an unfamiliar face and he was in dire need of letting out all his pain, so who better to tell than a person he probably wouldn’t ever see again? the next morning, she turned him without permission and without hesitation

at first, andrei had doubts about his vampirism. he didn’t like the idea about having to feed off of humans, but after awhile, all those doubts and sense of moral faded away. he realized that being a vampire was what he’d wanted all along - the abilities, the immortality, all of it. he could get anything he wanted and soon that power started to get to his head. that, and the bad influence his maker was on him. they spent his first century as a vampire together, sometimes as lovers, sometimes not, but in either aspect, she always had some kind of hold over him. she introduced him to the wealthier side of life, to over-indulgence, luxury, all that sha-bang. she created the person he is today. but after awhile, things began to get strained between them and their companionship ended rather abruptly(probs pretty violently too ngl) and to this day, andrei still holds hella negative feelings towards the other

after three centuries of taking lover after lover, partying like the world was gonna end, surrounding himself with luxury and wealth, basically living as the dionysus incarnate, he met yelena vladimirovna. he found her absolutely breathtaking and it found it extremely hard to stay away, even after news of her betrothal got around. the night of her wedding, he seduced her with promises of immortality and ever since then, they’ve been together. that’s his boo yo.

they partied hella and lived an extravagant life for the longest, so when they decided to settle down in faulk hollow, it was a huge change for him. he didn’t really like the boring and subtle lifestyle, but let’s be real, he’d probs do anything for yelena so he dealt with it. but fifty-four years later and he’s starting to get real anxious, he might even start killing people randomly because he’s bored and needs something to do lmao

got a daylight ring wayyy back when. also probs gave one to yelena as some kind of “engagement” ring

can be seen strolling around town in gucci and versace because he’s #extra

#◤ ❛ ―– ᴅᴏᴇs ’s’ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ғᴏʀ sʜɪᴛʜᴇᴀᴅ ▹ ooc #faulk.intro #rape tw #abortion tw #death tw

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mrsmaybank · 4 years

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Gas Station Girl - Spencer Reid x Reader - CH 3

Spencer Reid’s first impression of the Reader is mixed. She’s “audacious, promiscuous, clever, and troubled.” and there is so many things Spencer would like to do about it.

CHAPTER ONE HERE

CHAPTER TWO HERE

A/N2: This chapter is the most wholesome one in the whole series! Other then the kinky smut LMAO. No for real though, this is as fluffy as it gets. Next chapter gets um… well you’ll see!

TW: Language, Age gap, use of ‘Little Girl’ as pet name, explicit sexual content (light degradation & unprotected sex), mentions of death, smoking weed, mentions of violence

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“Morning.” Kena said, licking the joint to seal its precious contents. “What the fuck happened to you last night?” making a face of amusement.

The friends bursted out in laughter in unison.

“Got my ass beat.” Y/N started telling the story as Kena lit the j. “Remember ‘Record Shop’ Dude’?”

“Do I remember? You guys fucked for like a week straight. Thought you guys were gonna get married.”

“Well,” she couldn’t contain her laughter anymore, “Apparently he has a girlfriend. They’ve been together for three years.”

Kena passed her the joint laughing, “Apparently.” she watched as her friend inhaled the smoke, “I’ll never understand why you don’t fight back every time. I’ve seen your left hook, it’s deathly. It’s like you like getting your ass kicked.”

Y/N finished the joint, putting it out. “Yeah, I get off. Masochist, remember?” she said in a serious tone. Kena understood the satire of her response.

The line went silent and they awaited the confused stutter of some telemarketing con artist. And a confused stutter came.

“Y/N? It’s Spencer.” he paused, “Spencer Reid?” he paused again. Perhaps she’d forgotten him. “Dr. Spencer Reid?”

“I know who you are.”

Kena looked at her friend in confusion, but she was busy replaying the events of the previous night. Spencer had called Teddy, from the parking lot of a shady…her memory stalled, liquor store.

“Holy fuck I’m such a piece of garbage.” was the only thing her subconscious could render.

“I am so fucking sorry. Holy shit. Thank you for last night, dear fuck. I’m sorry about that. And for screaming at you! I didn’t have your number saved.”

Spencer lightly sighed. She remembered. “It’s okay. How are you feeling?”

“Uh, great.” she stammered, “I’ve woken up a lot worse.”

Kena opened her eyes in delight, mouthing “Yes!”

Y/N couldn’t contain her smile, “I’d like that Dr. Reid. Pick me up at three?”

“Sure little girl. See you soon.” Spencer hung up and Y/N melted.

Kena screamed, “You’ve been fucking a doctor?!”

“No.” she smiled a devilish grin, “But I’m about to.” she sang, practically skipping with joy back to her room.

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“Hi.” she said, eyes wide and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was blushing. Y/N didn’t seem like the kind of girl to blush.

“Hey. You look nice.” he started to pull out of the parking space.

“You don’t have to say that you know. I don’t look nice. I never look nice.” she sighed, “Truthfully I hate the idea of looking nice.”

Spencer was amused with her little ramble, “Why?”

“‘Cause nice is what you look like when you’re going to church. Or brunch. And I don’t do either of those.” she said plainly.

“What’s wrong with brunch?” he questioned smiling.

“What are you contemplating on telling me?”

Her mouth gaped playfully. “Fucking cut the profiling! Three minutes in and you’re already doing your weird government shit.” she remarked, teasingly defensively.

Spencer laughed, “Weird government shit? Really?”

“Yeah.” she pursed her lips, “I said what I said.”

“It’s psychology, not weird government shit. It’s analyzing body language, and speech patterns and-”

“I get it. You’re fucking smart.” They pulled out to a red light.

“You’re smart too.”

“Thanks Doctor.” she smiled, it did make her happy to hear that. “So where are you taking me?”

“Hey Spencer?”

“Yes?” he said approaching the hostess, “Table for two, Spencer.” His attention shifted back down at her. “This is the prettiest place a boy has ever taken me.”

He smiled, “Yeah? You like it?” The hostess led them to their table and they sat. “A lot.” she giggled and Spencer swore his heart would explode. The sound was just too adorable.

“So Y/N, where are you from?”

She was a little surprised at the question, almost like nobody had ever asked. Had she ever been on a date? Like a proper sit down date?

“New York City, originally. But I uh, moved around a lot as a kid.”

“Tell me about that.”

“You really wanna know?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he questioned.

He nodded his head, still listening to every detail of the story.

“I’m sorry about your dad. And your grandma. That’s a story.”

She nodded her head. “Its okay. Better place, you know?” How about you?”

“Well, uh, I’m from Las Vegas. It’s been just me and my mom for a while. My childhood was a little weird, graduated high school when I was twelve, then I-”

“Hold the fuck up, twelve?” he nodded. “Holy shit. You’re one of those freakishly smart prodigy motherfuckers aren’t you?”

He laughed, “IQ of 187, not to brag.”

“Oh fuck you, you’re totally bragging.”

“You got into Washington, you did well in school too.”

“You’re definitely bragging.” he teased.

Scoffing, she said, “I didn’t drop my IQ number, so you’re still the gloating one here.”

“I didn’t think you were a high school drop-out.” “Aw Spencer really?” she said sarcastically.

“Nobody’s ever done something like this for me before.” Y/N said as Spencer got into the drivers seat.

“What do you mean?” Spencer turned to face her.

“Picked me up, taken me to a pretty restaurant, paid, opened doors for me.” her eyes locked in his, “Listened to me talk for so long.”

They began to drive in silence. Not uncomfortable Awkward silence, more like enjoying each other’s company silence. That is until Y/N did something Spencer should’ve seen coming as this was the same girl he’d met at the gas station. Her hands were inching their way up his leg to his crotch, teasingly slow. She scanned his eyes for some note to stop, but it never came. She palmed him gently through his pants, watching him struggle to keep his eyes on the road, as he twitched under her touch. “Fuck.” he sighed out quietly, “Stop.”

“Take your shoes off, get in the backseat.” he turned off the main road, driving down a more secluded street until he found a tiny spot almost completely hidden by trees.

“Take your clothes off.” he still hadn’t made eye contact with her since telling her she was smart. She did as she was told, taking off her top and shorts as fast as she could. Spencer got out of the driver’s seat and got into the back passenger seat, only the middle seat separating them. “Come here.” obeying, she did. In only a bra and underwear, she crawled into Spencer’s fully clothed lap, as he grabbed her face and kissed her. Her barely let her move, wanting to be able to explore her mouth freely, She gasped for air, whispering a small “Oh fuck.”

He tightly gripped her jaw, toying with her bottom lip as he spoke, “You have such a dirty mouth.”

She smiled more poisonously then he’d ever seen, it was mischievous and seductive, and it made him crazy. “What’re you gonna do about it sir?”

He moved her panties to the side, sliding a finger through her wetness, “You need something don’t you?” She nodded her head.

“Well, use your words.”

“Touch me.” she got closer in his ear, “Please.”

Her hips bucked almost instantly as she cried out, “Yes. I do.”

“Beg for it.”

“Sir,” she opened her eyes to lock with his, “Please.” Spencer continued to curl his fingers while still rubbing her clit, and her moans and breathes got sloppier and louder.

“Please!” she whined. “Please sir.” He couldn’t contain a small laugh, “No.”

“Awe, good girl asking for permission.” he pulled his fingers out, “No.”

He hugged her into his chest, whispering small praises and delivering soft kisses to her sweaty forehead. She made small circles with her nails on his arms, “I fucked a doctor!” She giggled.

Spencer broke out into laughter, “I fucked YOU.”

“We fucked each other.” They laid there for a moment, Y/N practically melting to the feeling of being in his arms. It was too comforting.

Eventually, Spencer began driving back to her apartment, loving every moment of her outlandish singing and dancing in his passenger seat until he parked to drop her off.

“You’re a very special girl.” Spencer said as she smiled.

She was cut off by Spencer crashing his lips to hers. “I know what you mean.”

She smiled and gave him one last peck on the lips, “I hope I’ll see you soon Dr.”

“You will.”

As she walked back up the stairs to her apartment, Y/N only had one thought. How am I gonna manage to fuck this up?

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