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Decadent Desires Ch 2

Future Emily Prentiss x reader Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, sexual situations alluded to. Okay y'all were super interactive on the first chapter so I figured I'd give you an early chapter as a treat. Lol.

A full week had passed, another one full of overbearing work, handling the slight squabbling from the team while also dealing with constant badgering from the higher ups and Emily was over it. She scooped the final bite of linguine out of the pan, chewing it down while she moved the dish into the dishwasher thankful at least that she didn’t have to hand wash things tonight. It had been an annoying week and the bottle of wine on the counter had been calling her name since about two in the afternoon, the thought of an orgasm to relieve some stress on her mind from the moment she got home. However it wasn’t close enough to shower or bed time yet so the wine would have to do for now.

Emily refilled her glass, picked up her phone and opened the door to the patio, figuring at the very least she could enjoy the warm evening and actually get some fresh air after being cooped up in the office all week. Settling into one of the chairs she swiped open her phone and immediately had to resist the temptation to check her email, reminding herself she wouldn’t be so frustrated if she left work at work unless it was completely urgent. So she scrolled through a couple of social media apps, wasting time looking at pictures posted by friends, which in turn made her feel even more like she was missing out on something. She closed Instagram and her thumb hovered over the screen while she tried to figure out what to doom-scroll on next, finding herself staring at the little red apps Heather had installed. She took a breath, a large sip of wine and bit the bullet, opening the first one and she was pleasantly surprised she could scroll through a handful of profiles without setting one up for herself first.

‘Caitlin. 21.’

“Okay well you’re barely legal.” Emily muttered to herself, scrolling down further.

‘Steven. 32.’

A better age, but still a step in the wrong direction.

‘Kyla. 38.’

Better. But she could only see the main picture, age and location. Pulling her lip into her mouth she flicked around through a couple of pages until she found the how to tips and realized she would have to make a profile after all, even if it was just to see more information. She let out a huff, closing the app, hesitating only a minute before she opened up her text conversation with Heather.

‘Are you SURE this is a good idea?’

Her phone buzzed only a few seconds later.

‘The apps are fine. I’m assuming you haven’t even made a profile yet and it’s just pushing out what it thinks people want to see. You can curate your own experience once you put in your preferences.’

‘And if it still sucks?’

‘Oh come on, what’s the harm in one date? At the very least it’ll keep you entertained.’

‘Who said I’m not entertained?’

‘It’s Friday night and you’re texting me instead of being out somewhere.’

‘And you’re answering.’

‘I’m waiting for Rob to pull the car around; you just caught me at a convenient time.’ ‘Make a profile. There’s no harm in seeing what’s out there. You can blame me if it’s terrible.’

‘Add on a free lunch.’

‘Tell you what, this doesn’t work, I’ll bump it up to dinner and show you a couple of the discreet clubs around the city.’

‘Mark me down as intrigued. Deal.’

Emily let out a huff, swigging back a mouthful of wine before finally reopening the first app to start to put together her own profile. Maybe there really was a chance that this could work out.

Carly. 35.

Emily was almost late, one work call turning into another, turning into getting put on hold meant she didn’t have time to go change after work, arriving at Smoke and Mirrors still in her business casual. She was just in the nick of time and instantly found her date nestled into a cozy table on the patio overlooking the river, martini already in front of her.

It wasn’t necessarily that she slipped back into work mode, but her job did help her meet and interact with new people on a regular basis fairly easily. A warm smile and greeting, unsure how awkward something like a handshake would be considering the situation. A few rounds of drinks, a couple of split appetizers, and a decent enough time. While Carly could hold a perfectly good conversation and Emily could see them perhaps being friendly in the future, it wasn’t the right vibe. It certainly wasn’t helping that Emily could practically feel every set of eyes in the lounge on them throughout the night and that you didn’t have to be a profiler to put it together what kind of a situation was going on. It made Emily uncomfortable, like everyone was judging them, more specifically, her. If the two of them had been more friendly to each other right off the bat you might have been able to tell that it wasn’t a date, that they were colleagues or friends but that simply wasn’t the case. Her mind wandered to the thought that there was someone in the room that likely just assumed they were mother, daughter and that made her skin absolutely crawl and instantly ask if they could get the check. She at least felt a little bit better when Carly offered to split it, offering her a small smile that meant she was about on the same page.

Alice. 36.

This time Emily gave herself more than enough time to get home, have a glass of wine to help her relax and change into something more date appropriate. Alice had recommended Fiola and Emily had simply gone along with it, not realizing just how high end it actually was, her eyes widening at the fact that a single cocktail could set you back twenty-five to almost thirty dollars much less the food menu. At the very least, it seemed like the restaurant’s lounge was the place to be for date night on a Thursday, couples scattered throughout the place in various levels of dress. She noticed something on the menu advertising it being the place to be prior to theatre events and their server asked if they were attending a show tonight.

Emily had a little bit more faith in this one, feeling more comfortable considering the setting, actually relaxing as she laughed over her very expensive drink. It didn’t take long for the conversation to roll around to what one did when not out on the town and she let it slip that she worked for the government, a few more carefully worded questions and Alice had enough to figure out she was a fed, excusing herself to use the bathroom. When the room started to clear and Emily realized the other woman’s purse was gone from the back of her chair she let out a soft groan, realizing she was definitely stuck with the pricey cheque.

Lily 31.

Emily knew going in this one could be risky based off age alone. Lily’s profile seemed like she did this full time and she already wasn’t sure about things by the time she set foot into 1798. Her suspicions were confirmed when her phone went off with an urgent call she had to take, letting out a sigh as she returned to the table explaining that she had to leave for work and likely wouldn’t be back for a few days at least. In return Lily let out a huff and a whine like she was a toddler, crossing her arms over her chest and demanded that Emily pay for a three course dinner and send her roses each day she was going to be gone since she had wasted her time. Emily outwardly laughed, saying drinks were the only thing she’d even agreed to have, much less pay for and left as fast as she came in.

Kimberly. 39.

This one got postponed immediately as a case kept them out of town longer than anticipated. They were still only chatting back and fourth on the app and Emily was venting about being the one in charge and how her team were agents and you’d think they could handle certain things themselves but apparently not. She woke up the next morning to find a couple of messages that insinuated Kimberly might have been doing other things for money that weren’t exactly legal and thought it wasn’t a good idea to get involved with a cop. After Emily sent a reply agreeing, the match disappeared.

Emma. 34.

This one started off slow, a match, Emily shot off a message and waited a while to hear back. She was pleasantly surprised when her phone pinged with the reply she’d been hoping to get for a few days. They got along wonderfully, everything seemed to be falling right into place, their opinions, expectations, they shared a handful of the same favourite movies, foods, for once it seemed like things would be perfect. Emily opened the app when she got home from work that night to ask her out for drinks that weekend to find that she’d been completely ghosted, unmatched and no way to find Emma again.

Kori. 40.

The second match that had gone off without a hitch and a plan to meet at Blue Duck Tavern that coming Thursday night. Emily arrived a little bit early thanks to a complete lack of traffic and figured she would just grab a drink at the bar while waiting. You could only imagine her confusion when she was tapped on the shoulder and turned around to see an older than middle aged man with a timid smile introducing himself, apologizing that he didn’t look like his pictures.

That one earned an eye roll and a ‘yeah, right’ before Emily was heading for the door.

The week had finally come to a close and Emily had dismissed the BAU shortly after lunch, telling the team to get out of there while they still had the chance and everyone was quick to leave the building, herself included. Construction rerouted her normal commute home and when she ended up in the same neighbourhood as Heather’s office her mind wandered back to how unsuccessful her past two weeks had been and before she even really realized it, she was pulling into the parking lot.

“I’m being serious Heather, it’s fucking terrible.” She groaned, dropping down into a chair across from the other woman’s desk. “This is almost as bad as dating men was.”

“From what I heard some of them are men.” Heather replied with a tease and Emily shot her a glare.

“I just thought this would be easier.”

“Finding the right fit is the hard part, it’ll smooth over once you do.” Heather flipped the book in front of her closed, standing from her chair and crossing over to the liquor cart, filling up two glasses of scotch.

“I didn’t want to deal with the hard part though.” Emily continued to mope, thanking her for the glass.

“Drink. You’re too pent up.” She settled back at her desk, “you really do need to get laid.”

“Don’t you think I’m trying!?” She sucked back a mouthful of the liquor, stewing in her thoughts for a moment. “Please tell me you’re having more success in this than I am, how’s your bartender doing?”

“Are you kidding?” Heather laughed, “you saw her. She’s practically pathetic. She was pretty enough, but my god the level of insecurity? The constant whining and worrying? Don’t get me wrong, I love a good brat but there was no way she wouldn’t have been crying on my doorstep begging me to leave my husband in a week’s time.”

“Have you had that happen before?” Her eyes widened at the sheer thought of it as Heather nodded.

“Best piece of advice I can give you, don’t let them know where you live. Stick to hotels.”

“Noted.”

“What are you having the biggest trouble with? Maybe I can help.”

Emily sighed softly, swirling her cup as she stared into it, sorting through the string of failed dates, “honestly I don’t even know. Maybe I just need to play around with the age range…. Would probably help to bump it up a little it.”

“Anything under thirty-five does usually end up getting messy.”

“I want someone who has their life a little bit more put together; you know?”

“Mmhmm.” Heather replied over the rim of her drink, “you need to make sure that this isn’t their only source of income, that they have something else going on to fill their time and bank account up. Maybe someone who has an actual partner.”

“I don’t know about that.” Her nose crinkled, “would feel wrong. But someone who has a full time job and wouldn’t be completely dependant on me certainly would be nice. I don’t have the time or energy for that.”

“You need a gorgeous, ambitious girl who knows how to be discreet in public and likes get her brains fucked out in private.”

“Exactly.” She laughed, taking another sip of her drink as Heather tilted her phone screen towards her, hitting a couple of buttons before returning her attention to the other woman, “you know, if you ever think of changing career paths…”

“Become a matchmaker for sugar babies?” She chuckled, “there would likely be a market for that, maybe after retirement.”

Emily laughed, shaking her head as she watched the wheels start turning in the other woman’s head. She heard a brief knock on the door behind her before it swung open,

“I didn’t realize you needed this by the end of the day, sorry.” You swung through the office, coming to perch on the side of Heather’s desk as you handed her the file.

“It’s alright, it slipped my mind too.” Heather replied as she opened the file, skimming through it.

Her eyes flicked over to Emily briefly, watching the way her gaze drifted from the designer heels on your feet all the way to the necklace laying against your collarbone. You were dressed professionally yet incredibly stylish, dark pencil skirt, a peach sleeveless blouse tucked into it, blazer no doubt laying over the back of your desk chair. A delicate silver watch around one wrist, perfectly manicured nails and eyes that were suddenly set on her.

“Hi, sorry to interrupt. You’re FBI, right? Prentiss?” Your words jolted her out of her trance and she caught herself scrambling over the fact that you knew her name, wondering if she’d left her ID badge on after work.

“Well now I feel bad.” She laughed.

“Don’t.” Heather cut in, her eyes back on the file, “she just does checks on anyone that comes in here.”

“Ignore her.” You replied with a grin, sticking out your hand to introduce yourself, “y/n Walton.”

“And you’re what? Secret security?” Emily asked with a tease and you laughed as Heather tucked the file away into her desk.

“She’s the head of my PR team, does incredible work.”

“I should hope so, you practically groomed me into the assistant you needed.”

“I did not—” Heather scoffed, “you’re a horrible tease.”

“I do my job and then some, and I do it phenomenally.” You showboated for a second, grinning over at Emily before looking up at your boss, “which is why I’m double checking it’s still okay to duck out early tonight?”

“Why?” The other woman asked with a smirk, “you have a hot date or something?”

“Heather, please.” You barked out a laugh, “you’re a slave driver! You know I don’t have time to properly date with my schedule.”

“So why the need to play hooky?”

“A new Netflix special drops at six and I have a frozen pizza, a pint of ice cream and that bottle of Bordeaux screaming my name.” You slipped off the side of her desk, “besides, you still owe me the OT for putting together the gift baskets and flower arrangements for Senator Reeves. You do remember you have an assistant for that kind of shit, right?”

“Oh but sweetheart you’re so much better than them.”

“I know.” You grinned at her, “which is why I’m leaving early.”

She laughed, shaking her head, “keep your phone on.”

“Of course.” You turned, smiling across at Emily, “nice to meet you Agent Prentiss.”

Emily couldn’t help the way her eyes followed you out of the room before she finally turned back to Heather who was grinning like the cheshire cat over the rim of her drink.

“What?” She asked, feigning confusion and Heather chuckled.

“You liked what you saw.”

“Hard not to.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drool like that over someone before.”

“I—I was not drooling!”

“Maybe not from your mouth.”

“Heather!” Emily felt her cheeks begin to burn, attempting to hide behind her glass as the brunette let out a dark laugh.

“Here, at least take her phone number.” Picking up a pen she scrawled the digits out onto a post it note, handing it to Emily.

“I don’t have time to date, you know this.”

“And you heard her.” She gestured toward the door, “she doesn’t either. You wanted someone with their head on straight who is comfortable occupying themselves when you’re working. I make her schedule; I guarantee she works as many hours as you do. Besides… she’s done this a couple of times before.”

That caught Emily’s attention, looking up from the yellow paper in her hand with her brow furrowed, “really?”

“Yes.”

“With women?”

“She needed some help through college, I was bored.” Heather shrugged, “worked out for both of us and now she’s on my actual payroll.”

“She’s been working for you that long?”

“Mmhm.” Heather nodded.

“So you really did groom her?” Emily teased and it was Heather’s turn to scoff, rolling her eyes.

“Just call her.” She half glared, “god knows she could use a night out, and one where she doesn’t have to rub elbows with politicians the entire time. She deserves a break and likely needs a good fuck, both of which I’m sure you can give to her.”

“We really don’t need to have that conversation.” She laughed, tucking the post it into her pocket, “but thank you. I will think about it.”

“Don’t think too long.” Heather smiled as Emily got up from her chair, scooping up her jacket from the back of it. “If you come back here in two weeks complaining about the shitty apps and you haven’t called her yet I’ll start feeding her lies about how much you suck.”

“Okay, okay.” She laughed, “I’ll call. And I’ll see you later.”

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hii! can i request a casey novak x gf yn angst with some fluff? nothing too specsific beside an overprotective if you can :) ty!

Hey, i can defs do that but imma need a little bit more to work with!

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Don't Blame Me Ch 2

Joe Velasco x reader Warnings: language, minor mentions of negative histories, major fluff otherwise!

Every year when the weather began to pick up in springtime you always opted to spend as much of your time outdoors, even if it was at night or it made your commute a little bit longer. Traffic in the city was bad enough most days, if you could swap that for a subway ride and a walk it helped clear your head and got some exercise in. You preferred it that way, able to change your direction at the last minute, pop into a shop or bodega without a second thought about parking, and there was something calming about being out in the fresh air.

Tonight you were hungry but couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was you were craving, wandering the aisles of the bodega until you finally huffed with defeat and picked up a bag of chips for the rest of the walk home. Half a block later you passed an all night pizza joint, bustling full with people who’d left he clubs early, teetering over each other as they the grease started to soak up all the booze in their stomachs. Lord knows you’d nursed enough hangovers with New York pizza, you were glad you wouldn’t have to be doing that in the morning. You tossed the now empty chip bag into the bin and turned down the next block that was mainly bars, bass still echoing into the streets. You felt your phone start to buzz in your bag and your lips split into a grin when Jose’s name was flashing across the screen.

“Hey stranger.” You answered.

“Hey yourself. I was gonna apologize for it being so late but it sounds like you’re out on the town.”

“Worked late,” you laughed, “I’m just on my way home.”

“How about a pit stop? I can’t stop thinking about you, I’d love to buy you a drink.”

“You know…” you tugged your lip into your mouth as you waited for a light to change, your stomach growling again and wondered if the slight shift would send him looking for an excuse, “I’ve got a hankering for pancakes right now. You got a place for that?”

“Absolutely.” He chuckled, “where abouts are you?”

“Just around the corner from Fordham station.”

“I’ll pick you up there in five.”

“Alright. See ya.”

Smiling, Joe hung up the phone, swinging his keys around his finger while he waved goodnight to his friends, quickly slipping into the drivers seat. He was likely less than five minutes away from where you’d been, which was another reason his mind was telling him that this is exactly the impulse he was supposed to be following tonight. He’d hoped he’d be able to rope you into a drink, but a meal at this hour was even better, it meant a quieter environment, and a longer interaction. He pulled up to the station, parking the car and getting out so you could find him properly, leaning against the vehicle while he waited. He spotted you first, completely unaware you were in his eyeline as you waited to cross the street. You were a little more casual tonight, capri leggings and tank top, a small bag thrown over your shoulder and your hair pulled back into a ponytail. As soon as you crossed the street he stepped away from the car and into your eyeline, happy at the way a smile broke out on your face.

“Hey.” You greeted, shivering slightly when he leant in to kiss your cheek softly.

“Hey.” His hand rubbed up and down your back, “are you not freezing?”

“No.” You straight up lied as your body betrayed you, shivering again and he chuckled, opening the back door and digging around in the back seat.

“You’re gonna get sick if you keep going out at night without a coat.” Reappearing from the car he had a hoodie in hand, passing it to you, “here.”

You took the hoodie from him, tugging it over your head you couldn’t help but let out a small groan, it was the perfect level of warm, fuzzy and it still smelt like him. “Oh you are never getting this back.”

“She’s a thief now, remind me to lock up my valuables.” He teased and you rolled your eyes, stepping toward the passenger door when he guided you to it, opening it for you to get in. He waited until you were tucked into the car before shutting it behind you and circling around to get in the driver’s seat.

“Who knew such a gentleman would take up with a lowly thief.” You teased back, earning a laugh from him.

“Yeah?” He raised a brow, a gleam in his eye as he suddenly leant over the middle console, one hand braced on it the other caging you into your seat and you were suddenly lost for any more teasing, your breath caught in your throat. “Even thieves have to do up their seatbelts.” He quickly pecked your cheek pulling a semi awkward giggle from you as he settled back in the driver’s seat.

His hand remained on your thigh for the drive across the borough, thumb stroking your leg every so often. You were surprised with just how comfortable the music filled silence was, it didn’t feel like you were strangers who had just met, it felt like you’d known each other a lifetime already. There was a comment every so often, a little bit of back and fourth before he was pulling into a parking lot of an all night diner.

After opening your door for you he took your hand, leading you inside, the bell above the door jingling when it opened. It was exactly what you’d expect for a twenty four hour diner, though the lights were dimmed a little bit to make things more comfortable after the midnight hour. Joe waved a friendly greeting to the woman behind the counter, paused for a brief fist bump with a couple of the bussers and nodded in greeting to a couple of guys in the corner table before leading you to a booth.

“I take it you come here often?” You asked, picking up the menu from the end of the table.

“You gotta know the people in the neighbourhood, good for business.”

“Makes sense.” You opened the menu, flipping to the breakfast pages, “so what’s the best to get here?”

“You still want pancakes?” He asked with a grin and you nodded, “they’ve got banana walnut, Nutella stuffed, banana and strawberry topped, chocolate chip, blueberry, or cranberry apple cinnamon.”

“What if I want Nutella stuffed pancakes also topped with banana and strawberry?”

“I just knew you were gonna go for that.” He chuckled, “get ‘em with bacon and sausage, just trust me.”

“You just know all the secrets don’t you?”

He chuckled again, grinning across the table as you glanced back down at the menu and he felt a warmth bloom through his chest at the sight of you in his hoodie. You looked unbelievably cozy and he was starting to wish you were curled up in his lap rather than around yourself. Before he could get too lost in his daydream you were thankfully interrupted by your server.

“Jose…” the woman reached out, pinching at his cheek, “been a while since I’ve seen you.”

“You’ve been stuck on day shift.” He protested with a laugh, “you know my sleep schedule doesn’t allow that. Hey, how’s the knee?”

“Better, thanks to you.” She smiled down at him, “actually managed that 5k Hayley was so insistent on.”

“I told you.” He grinned.

“I mean, had to walk half of it, but she’s still proud of me, remind me to show you pictures later. Now, I never know at this hour, is it a coffee night or a beer night?” She asked and Joe looked over at you, nudging your foot under the table.

“You wanna beer?”

“I---” you stalled with a laugh, flipping between two of the drink pages of the menu, “this is gonna make me sound like I’m a teenager, but is there anyway I can do a coke float with a shot of vanilla vodka?”

“Course honey.” She smiled down at you, “and don’t let him tease you about it either.” She swatted at Joe’s arm, “he’s one of our biggest consumers of chocolate milkshakes with baileys.”

“Oh c’mon.” He laughed, “you guys can’t team up on me.”

“Sounds like we just did.” You smirked from across the table and he playfully rolled his eyes.

“Helen, this is y/n.” Joe introduced, “y/n, Helen.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” You replied with a smile.

“You too. Don’t let this one drive you wild.” She turned back to Jose, “she’s pretty, and smart. Don’t fuck it up.” After the warning she turned back to both of you, “I’ll be back with your drinks.”

“I didn’t order a drink.” Joe muttered and you laughed.

“Looks like you’re getting a milkshake.”

You were right of course, Helen coming back a few minutes later with exactly that and your float, she took your food orders and then disappeared off to deal with the rest of her tables.

“Are you from the city?” Joe asked.

“Born and raised in Queens.” You nodded, “lived in a little townhouse with my mom, her best friend and her two girls.”

“Not a lot of space for five people.”

“Not at all. Basically no privacy. Thankfully once I hit thirteen they let me move into the basement. Sharing a room with the laundry was better than sharing with my mom.”

“When’d you move out?”

“Soon as I could. Graduated high school and never looked back.”

“Dad not around?” He asked and when you looked up at him you could see the careful curiosity in his eyes.

“Nope. Never met him, mom had a couple of boyfriends who would show up all the time when I was growing up, try to get me to call them dad, none of them ever stuck around long enough for me to care. You know your dad?”

“Unfortunately.” He replied and you grimaced, your nose scrunching up at the tone of his voice. “it’s not all it’s cracked up to be, trust me. Thankfully the bastard bit the dust before I was a teenager.”

“You grow up here?”

“Nah.” He took a sip of his drink, “Juarez.”

You stalled, looking up at him with slightly wide eyes, “and you got out?”

“I had help.” He shrugged, “part of why community means so much to me up here.”

“Understandable.”

The conversation took a brief pause as food was delivered and Helen asked if you needed any refills on drinks.

“Is your mom here?” You asked over a bite of pancakes and Joe shook his head.

“Back in Mexico, we talk every so often, I make sure to send some money every month but that’s about it.”

“Sometimes the family we make is the real family we need.” You pointed out and Joe let out a huff of a laugh.

“See, you get it.” His hand slid across the table, squeezing at yours, “I take it your mom isn’t around much anymore?”

“Ran off with one of her trucker boyfriends on my nineteenth birthday. Haven’t heard from her since. But I’m a big girl, I know how to take care of myself, I can tie my own shoes and everything.”

“You’re wearing Toms.” He pointed out with a teasing grin and you scowled at him across the table. He took full advantage of the distraction to swipe a piece of bacon from your plate.

“Hey!” You nearly whined.

“I told you to order both.” He pointed out.

“You could’ve ordered your own bacon if you were planning on eating all of mine!” You protested with a laugh and he simply shrugged.

“Isn’t it like, cuter or something if I’m eating off your plate?”

“Oh we’re into those technicalities already?” You smirked, hand sneaking across the table to swipe a couple of tater tots off his plate. “Then this is completely warranted.”

“What’s mine is yours.” He laughed, sliding his plate closer to you.

“Now that sounds more like it.” You teased back, snagging another tater tot. Though you let out a mock scoff when he stole a piece of strawberry off your plate.

As the two of you finished your meals you were more than thankful that he’d called knowing you likely would’ve just throw something barely edible into the microwave instead of eating actual food. There was just something so calming about being around Jose, you felt safe, comfortable, like you knew you would be taken care of. What had started out as a small fluttering in your stomach had moved up to you chest, a warmth blooming through your entire body, goosebumps breaking out on your skin every time he touched you.

Glancing around the restaurant Joe noticed how the crowd had started to dissipate, those who’d been out late yawning, saying goodnight and making their way home. There were only a few people scattered through the room, the types that worked odd hours or night shift. He looked up at you, noticing that you weren’t affected by the chain of yawns going around, your eyes still bright when you glanced up at him.

“What?” You asked with a small smile.

“You a night owl? You don’t seem tired at all.”

“Kinda.” You shrugged, “I prefer to be awake when the city’s asleep. It’s more peaceful. No one else awake to bother you, get more shit done.” You wiped up a spot of syrup on the table before folding the napkin on top of your plate, “I need to wash my hands, I’ll be right back.”

Joe took the opportunity when you disappeared to the bathroom to sneak up to the front to pay the bill, opting to add on a couple of last-minute treats considering you seemed okay to keep the date going. He knew he was caught when he felt the comfort of your hand sliding across his back as you tucked yourself into his side.

“What’s all this?” You asked.

“A treat.” He smiled back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head before he scooped up the drink tray, wrapping his free arm around you to direct you back to the car. “Hot chocolate. Figured since you weren’t tired we don’t have to go home yet.”

“You kidnapping me?”

“I don’t think it counts if you’re a willing participant.” He pointed out and you laughed, sliding into the car, making no protests whatsoever when he handed the drink tray to you.

Joe drove through the night streets with ease, the city having calmed down while you’d been at the diner, a few turns here and down another backroad and you realized you were coming out by Pelham Bay Park. He pulled onto a side road, going down a couple of smaller turn offs before it opened up into the coastline and he backed up to the sand.

“C’mon.” He gestured, grabbing a blanket from the backseat before the two of you rounded the car and he was spreading it out on the trunk. He hopped up first, then took the drink tray from you, placing it to the side and gave you a hand getting up onto the trunk. “I like coming out here at night, it’s weirdly peaceful.”

“It is.” You smiled softly, relaxing against the back window next to Jose as your gaze drifted upwards, “I didn’t realize you could see so many stars and still technically be in the city. It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah…” Joe’s eyes hadn’t moved from your face, watching the way your eyes sparkled in the moonlight, a small grin on his cheeks, “it really is.”

Etching the vision in front of him into his brain to never let go of the memory, Joe finally relaxed against the car, eyes focussed on the sky above him. His lips twitched up into a smile when your hand slid into his, his thumb brushing across your knuckles. The wind picked up, swooping the colder temperature of the water with it and you involuntary shivered, even with Joe’s hoodie wrapped around your frame.

“C’mere.” He lifted his arm, wrapping it around you and you shuffled closer to him.

“Oh my god, you’re a fucking furnace.” You nestled deeper into the embrace, curling around his side, your hand coming to rest on his chest as you looked up at him, laughing softly, “I don’t know why I’m surprised by that.”

Another breeze blew through the bay and Jose’s arm wrapped tighter around you, your breath catching in your throat at the way he was still gazing down at you. A few pieces of your hair caught in the wind and his free hand reached out, smoothing them back before he caressed down the side of your face, cupping your cheek. The butterflies in your stomach shot up to your chest, your heart rate picking up when he leant down, lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. The jittering in your chest burst through you, a small sigh escaping your lips into the kiss and your hand slid up his chest, cupping the back of his neck as you kissed him back.

Your lips moved with ease against each other, there was almost a familiarity to the way he kissed you, it was incredibly soft, his thumb stroking across your cheek, urging you to fully melt into his arms. The breeze that wrapped around the two of you was no longer one that brought a chill, it instead warmed the night, bringing peace to your minds and little smiles to your lips. Smaller kisses broke through, unable to keep your lips from curving up until Joe leant back in with more fire, his tongue sliding across the seam of your lips and you parted them. His tongue snuck into your mouth, deepening the kiss as your nails scratched at the back of his head, pulling him impossibly close.

“God I could kiss you forever.” He muttered and you huffed out a laugh.

“Then you better not stop now.” You whispered back and he chuckled, leaning back in for another kiss.

Jose kept true to his word, kissing you breathless, until you were completely wrapped in bliss and no longer able to keep the smile off your face, the giggles escaping your kiss swollen lips. He tucked you into the crook of his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you relaxed against each other. It was only when you started to yawn heavily that he nudged at your side, insisting that he get you home so you could get your beauty sleep.

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The Tortured Poets Department Prompt List: Part One

All of this to say, I hope you're okay

But you should've seen him when he first got me

And who's gonna hold you like me?

There was a litany of reasons why We could've playеd for keeps this time

Just to leave me here, naked and alone

I love you, it's ruining my life

But you're in self-sabotage mode

Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man

Now, pretty baby I'm runnin' back home to you

Down bad, wakin' up in blood

Every day of a love affair Every breath feels like rarest air

Wet through my clothes, weary bones got the chill

He was with her in dreams

What if he's written "Mine" on my upper thigh

If you wanted me dead, you should've just said

But what about your quiet treason

The jokes that he told across the bar Were revolting and far too loud

Pulled him in tighter each time he was driftin' away

Now I'm runnin' with my dress unbuttoned

His hands so calloused from his pistol Softly traces hearts on my face

But you awaken with dread Pounding nails in your head

Bedroom eyes like a remedy

My husband is cheating, I wanna kill him

Without ever touchin' his skin How can I be guilty as sin?

'Til you sometimes come and tug my sweater

I know he's crazy, but he's the one I want

I'd rather burn my whole life down

At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger And put it on the one people put wedding rings on

I stoppеd CPR, after all, it's no use

But I've read this one where you come undone

Thought of callin' ya, but you won't pick up

Two graves, one gun

'Cause it fit too right, puzzle pieces in the dead of night

And you say I abandoned the ship But I was going down with it

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TTPD Writing Challenge 🤍🩶🤍

It's been a while since I've hosted any kind of writing event, and since my dash is papered with Taylor content rn, I figured it was a good combo! So here are 62 prompts inspired by The Tortured Poets Department. The winner will receive a bound copy of one of their works. Promps and rules below!

The Rules:

write whatever you want (angst, smut, fluff) for any Pedro-boy you want (reader, a ship, no relationship)

AI use is strongly discouraged. Obviously, I can't check, but if I'm handbinding something, I'd rather an actual human created it

A plague o' both your houses if you plagiarize

To be in for the running for a prize, submit at least two entries of more than 500 words

Challenge runs from now until 11th June because that's when I come back from my summer holiday

Please tag your entries with @pascalisprettysTTPDchallenge and tag me in it

There are two prompts for every song - a quote from the song or a vibe/idea based off it. You only have to pick one of the prompts (or combine them, go crazy)

Any problems, any issues, any questions, let me know!!

The Prompts:

Fortnight (Ft. Post Malone)

“I love you, it’s ruining my life.” //an affair gone wrong

The Tortured Poets Department

“I chose this cyclone with you” //a typewriter

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

“There was a litany of reasons why, we could have played for keeps this time” //favourite toys

Down Bad

“Fuck it if I can’t have him, I might just die, it would make no difference” //crying in the gym

So Long, London

“I founded the club she’s heard great things about” //getting jealous in a relationship

But Daddy I Love Him

“Screamin’ ‘But Daddy, I love him, I’m having his baby, (no I’m not, but you should see your faces)” //forbidden or taboo relationship

Fresh Out The Slammer

“At the park where we used to sit on children’s swings” //childhood sweethearts

Florida!!! (Ft. Florence + the Machine)

“Tell me I’m despicable, say it’s unforgivable” // Florida

Guilty as Sin?

“What if he’s written ‘Mine’ on my upper thigh” //hearing an old favourite song for the first time in years

Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

“If you wanted me dead, you should have just said” //enemies to lovers

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

“They shook their heads saying ‘God help her’ when I told ‘em he’s my man” //making a revolting joke in public

loml

“Mr. ‘steal your girl, then make her cry” //a forged painting

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

“I’m so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague.” //lights reflecting off sequins

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

“You tried to buy some pills from some friends of friends of mine” //something that was only exciting when it was forbidden

The Alchemy

“Shirts off and your friends lift you up over their heads” //sex pollen/potion

Clara Bow

“No//one in my small town thought I’d see the lights of Manhattan” //Old Hollywood AU

The Black Dog

“I just don’t understand how you don’t miss me” //trying to break an old habit

imgonnagetyouback

“Whether I'm gonna curse you out or take you back to my house, I haven't decidеd yet” //driving/getting a car stuck in a ditch

The Albatross

“They tried to warn you about me” //a fantasy/fairytale AU

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

“You needed me, but you needed drugs more” //infidelity

How Did It End?

“We were blind to unforeseen circumstances” //a haunted house

So High School

“'Cause I feel so high school every time I look at you” //sex in the backseat of a car

I Hate It Here

“I hate it here so I will go to lunar valleys in my mind” //royalty AU

thanK you aIMee

“it wasn't a fair fight or a clean kill” //proving somebody wrong

I Look in People's Windows

“What if your eyes looked up and met mine” // voyeurism

The Prophecy

“Please, I’ve been on my knees” //supernatural or witchy AU

Cassandra

“In the streets, there's a raging riot” //a house burning down

Peter

“You said you were gonna grow up” //older woman/younger man

The Bolter

“Oh, we must stop meeting like this” //abandoning a relationship

Robin

“You're an animal, you are bloodthirsty” //childhood games and memories

The Manuscript

“if the sex was half as good as the conversation was, soon they'd be pushin' strollers” //fake dating an actor

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