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WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus is a warning in and of itself. Smut, p in v, tittie sucking, small tittie worship, cum play, groping, cussing, first time, Obsessed!Coryo, Small Breasted!Reader, Pervy!Coryo, Virgin!Coriolanus, Virgin!Reader

When you hit puberty and started wearing a training bra like your peers, you quickly realized that you weren't going to be blessed with big boobs. That you, in fact, were going to be a card carrying member of the itty-bitty tittie committee. But that didn't bother you. In fact, you were kinda expecting it.

Your mother’s small chested, so you always figured that you'd take after her in that area. Having a small chest is something that you and your mother bonded over. She took you shopping for bras at the store she went to; gave you advice about the most flattering bras for small cup sizes, etc.

It was nice to have a mom for once. To bond over shopping. It makes you feel like a normal teenage girl, especially since your mother usually ignores you in favor of trying to gold dig rich men to get out of having to live paycheck to paycheck.

Your older brother, Rein, was relieved that you're small chested. It meant that you wouldn't have creeps ogling you. That boys would have to like you for you.

And he was right about that, a boy did like you for you.

Coriolanus Snow.

He's always had a raging obsessive crush on you. Coriolanus thinks that you're absolutely beautiful. He also thinks that you're the brightest girl he's ever met. A mind equal to his.

And, ever since the two of you hit puberty, he's found himself staring at your small chest and imagining how his large hands will look covering your small breasts as he fondles them. He thinks that his hands can completely cup and cover them, like a bra of sorts.

But, Coriolanus Snow is afraid of rejection. Although he's been obsessed with you for years, he's afraid that you won't like him in the same way. He's used to being the best, to being on top, and being rejected by you would be the biggest and worst failure in and of his entire life.

So, he just settles for being your friend and for being your class partner for Academy projects.

You and Coryo, Coriolanus has been letting you call him that for a little while now, are sitting together at lunch just eating your Academy provided sandwiches while waiting for Sejanus to grab his food from the long lunch line in the mess hall. The chatter all throughout the room was focused on the upcoming prom.

It's early May and prom's at the end of the month, so of course all the girls are dress shopping and gossiping about their gowns. Oh, and the boys are asking girls to the dance and finding out the color dress they're wearing so they can match with coordinating suits.

And Coryo's no different. He decided to take that leap of faith when it came to you and ask you to prom before anyone else could snatch you up.

“Y/N, would you go to prom with me?” Your friend with the halo of light golden curls asked you with a nervous smile plastered on his chiseled face.

Setting down your sandwich you ask, “Like as a friend or as your girlfriend?”

Your heart's racing as you wait for his answer. You think that Coryo's very handsome and you've been low key flirting with him for a few weeks. Or at least you think you've been flirting with him, you're not really sure since you've never actually flirted with anyone before.

“I'd like you to go as my girlfriend, but-” Coryo began to answer, only for you to cut him off by happily blurting out, “I'd love to go with you as your girlfriend!”

“Good.” He smiled. Between eating his sandwich, he admitted, “Honestly, I was afraid you'd say no or even worse, want to stay just friends.”

“You're the hottest boy in the Academy and you're easy to get along with, so why wouldn't I want to be your girl?” You ask him while grabbing your water glass off your tray.

“I dunno.” Coryo shrugs. Setting his sandwich on his plate and reaching for his own water glass, he explains, “Most people think that I'm a pompous know it all with a permanent stick stuck up my ass, but I'm glad that you think In hot.”

“What did I miss, lovebirds?” Sejanus teasingly asked you and Coriolanus as he finally appeared at your lunch table with his tray. The broas boy with dark hair, who's like a big teddy bear, knew that his best friends have crushes on each other. And by the way you and Coryo are smiling like loons at each other he figures that you two finally figured shit out.

Sipping on his water, your new boyfriend said, “Y/N’s my girl now and we're going to prom.”

“That's good. I was wondering when you two would get together.” Sejanus smiled in response to Coriolanus’ answer.

“Sej…” You gasp, playfully smacking him on the arm.

If only your mutual friend and told the to of you earlier about your mutual crushes.

Coriolanus, unknown to everyone in the Academy, was struggling financially. The Snows were barely scraping by. They didn't have a pot to piss in, but Coryo knew how to fake it. He knew how to put on the airs.

And when you started dating a few weeks before prom, well, he discovered that your lifestyle was as shitty as is. That you didn't have that much money either. And since neither one of you had that much money, Tigress made your prom outfits.

The blonde seamstress made Coryo a nice dress shirt with red stripes on it to match the red dress she made you. Your boyfriend paired his shirt with a pair of black slacks and a black waist coast that he already owned. He even shined his too small shoes for the formal event.

Coriolanus Snow had to look his absolute best for you. Snow lands on top and as cliche as it is, he plans on landing on top of you tonight. He might've stolen some money from his cousin to rent a room in the hotel that's grand ballroom's holding the prom in.

Anyways…

Your dress was absolutely gorgeous. So much so that it rivaled anything out of any of the boutiques and fashion houses. It was a strappy scarlet floor length dress that had a low cut v neck that showed off your lack of cleavage.

Grandma'am Snow gave you her long string pearls and some black opera gloves to pair with the dress. The Snow matriarch claimed the you looked so beautiful. As if you walked right out of a film from the old days, the golden days before the war; before the Dark Days had hit your families hard and tragically.

But the only thing about your dress having such a deep and low v neckline was that you couldn't wear a bra. But since you're small chested it's not like it matters. But, you not wearing a bra has Coryo's mouth watering and his pants tightening at the thought just being able to just slide the bodice over and play with your tits. Yea…he's a pervy, over horny, 18 year old virgin with one too many fantasies. But it is what it is.

But anyways…

You and Coryo were the best dressed at the prom. You got so many compliments on your coordinating outfits. And everyone was pea green with envy over your matching rose corsage and boutonniere. Of course, they were handmade by Coriolanus using the roses from his Grandma'am’s rooftop garden. But that was a secret between the two of you.

A romantic secret, or at least you think so.

And because Coriolanus is such a charming snake with a silver tongue, he somehow got the Senior class to vote the two of you Prom King and Queen. And after being called up on stage and crowned by a very high and disgruntled Dean Casca Highbottom your boyfriend told you that prom king and queen was just the beginning of your lives as a power couple. That one day you'd be President and First Lady Snow.

And after prom you find yourself in a lavish hotel room (guess the Snows are missing the mortgage payment this month; electric bill too…hopefully the water doesn't get turned off…) with Coryo, naked and in bed.

To say he's transfixed on your small titties is an understatement. For an unmeasured amount of time, that feels like an eternity, Coryo's littering your small chest in sloppy, needy, open mouth kisses. He's been alternating between sucking your nipples and pinching them. But since both his mouth and his hands are huge, he's more or less sucking your entire tit in his mouth and pinching it between his fingers since your tits are so small.

Coryo absolutely loves your small boobs. He loves how they fit in his large hands. How he can squeeze and massage them easily. He also loves how his tongue looks sweeping up and down then, licking every inch of your tiny titties.

You don't know when, but while Coriolanus has been worshiping your small chest with his mouth, he snaked his hand between your bodies, down between your legs only to explore your wet folds with his long fingers.

“Coryo…” You half tremble half sigh as you feel him tease your wet hole by barely sliding his fingertip in and out of it.

“Hmmm?” Coryo hummed against your chest. You could feel the vibration of his low timbre against your heart, causing you to just let out a breathy sigh.

“Are you gonna finger me or tease me?” You ask, trying not to whine out in frustration, as you feel his fingertip lightly trace over your soaking wet, tight hole while rubbing your clit with feathery touches.

Lifting his head up and locking his baby blues with your eyes, he lustfully smirks, “Oh, I'm gonna finger you til you're a mess, crying and squirming for me, baby.”, while slipping his pointer finger into your tight, virgin pussy.

A pussy that wouldn't be virginal after tonight. And neither would Coriolanus’ big cock. Oh yea, he's fucking you tonight. You're no longer going to be virgins cause he's overly horny; he's so ready to fuck you and get all of his horny needs out on you.

Coryo's watched so much porn on PanX that he's ready to tear up your pussy and test some of the moves in the video he's watched on you.

Coryo pumps his finger lazily on and out of your cunt while nipping and kissing your small boobs. When you buck up your hips and whine that he's teasing you, Coryo bites one of your small tits only to soothe the sting with his tongue while shoving a second finger into your cunt. He uses his thumb to press circles into your clit while pistoning his fingers in and out of your pussy, pressing against that spongy spot deep inside of you, while biting and kissing your little boobies.

“Coryo, it feels so good.” You moan out, your back arching slightly against the bed as you feel the pleasure building up inside of you.

“I bet it does, baby. Your cunt's so wet, she's taking my fingers in so deep.” Coryo smirks, his normally icy eyes now dark and blown wide with lust. “I'm gonna make you cum so hard on my fingers, you're not even gonna remember what fucking day it is.” He promises you before placing butterfly kisses all over your itty-bitty titties while pounding his fingers so fast in and out of your cunt that the force of its literally pushing you up the bed.

Your head's thrashing around and your hair, that was curled special for tonight's dance, is now a matted mess all over your pillow as you babble out pleas of, “Coryo…please.”, and , “Please, make me cum…”, while the sound of your pussy loudly squelching bounces off the walls as your boyfriend fingers you so fast, hard, and deep that you're about to see stars.

Your hands claw at his shoulders, freshly painted red nails leaving scratches just as red against his pale skin, in a feeble attempt to anchor yourself. Your nerves are shot and you feel pleasure coursing throughout your body, stemming from your core, from the effects of Coryo's wet tongue swirling around your small boobs paired with his long, lithe fingers perfectly hitting your g-spot and filling up your cunt deliciously.

You cum hard around his fingers, his name falling from your lips like a sacred prayer. Coryo doesn't stop his ministrations on your tits or your cunt. No, he continues to fuck your cunt hard and deep; altering between pressing hard circles against your swollen clit and rubbing it harshly back and forth. His mouth continues to devour your tiny titties as if they're the finest dessert he's ever had in his entire life.

And before you could even comprehend what was happening, you're a squirming mess on the bed crying out Coryo's name once again while squirting and soaking both your boyfriend's hand and the bed with your juices.

“Your cunt loves this pounding, don't it baby? Yea?” Coryo asks, grunting against your small boobs as he snaps his hips hard into yours, fucking you into the mattress.

“Yea, Coryo.” You quickly nod. “Feels so good.” You add in a whiny mewl.

“What feels good? Does my big cock feel good tearing up this pussy? Huh?” Coryo taunted as he pounded into you relentlessly.

“Yes. Yes, your big cock feels so good.” You agree with a moan, feeling a knot start to tighten in your lower belly.

“Fuck…” Your boyfriend grunts against your small breasts. “Your cunts so tight and wet ‘round my cock; feels so, so good, baby.” He says, his voice husky with passion and lust, as his large hands grab and squeeze your tiny titties with such fervor, so much so that every touch seemed desperate and full of desire. All the while he continues to pound your pussy with every ounce of energy that he can muster.

One of your hands tangles into Coryo's halo of light blonde curls while your other hand digs into his shoulder, nails leaving crescent moon shaped marks in his pale skin. Your breath hitches as you beg your boyfriend to make you come, again, as his cock slides in and out of your tight, wet, cunt in such a quick pace that it makes loud obscene squelching sounds.

“I'm so close, Coryo. Please, I wanna cum…” You whimper, desperately hiking your legs up higher over Coryo's hips in an attempt to feel some friction; to be able to cum.

“I'll make you cum, baby. I'll make you cum.” Coryo declared before lifting his head off your chest and capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His lips chased yours in desperate open mouth kisses as his hands covered your boobs while he fucked you hard and fast.

“Coryo…I'm gonna cum…” You breathlessly whine on his lips, feeling your orgasm fastly approaching.

“Cum right now, Y/N. Cum right now, baby.” Coryo demanded, his lips hovering over yours in a ghost of a kiss as his hands sharply kneaded your small boobs.

Suddenly you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you and you're cumming hard over your boyfriend's big cock. Your boyfriend slows his pace down slightly so you can ride out your high. He feels in heaven with your juices flowing down his cock.

“I'm gonna cum soon.” Coriolanus informs you as he feels his balls begin to tighten up, a sign that he's getting ready to empty them.

“You're the only boy I've ever been with, Coryo, and I'm not on birth control. You can't cum inside of me.” You frantically tell him, a bit frightened at the prospect of accidentally getting knocked up while 18 and unwed.

“Can I cum on your titties then?” He asks you, his icy eyes twinkling.

Could be cum on your titties? Well, yea. It was better than him knocking you up, right?

“Yes, Coryo. You can cum on my titties.” Was all Coriolanus needed to hear before quickly pulling out of you and scrambling to straddle your chest.

Not knowing what to do with your hands, you rest them on his thighs as he quickly pumps his cock over your tiny titties. Coryo’s biting his lip as he points his angry, red tip straight at your small boobs.

Oh gods…just the thought of covering your small chest with his hot seed is enough to send the platinum blonde careening over the cliff of pleasure. His muscles in his thighs are tensing under your touch and his balls are tightening up while his cock throbs and twitches. Then, before he can even think, he's grunting your name and his icy eyes are rolling into the back of his head as he cums: spurts of hot pearly white ropes landing on your soft skin; decorating every inch of your chest.

“Fuck…” Coriolanus sighs under his breath. “You're so beautiful, baby, with my cum painting your titties.” He states, in awe of his thick pearly seed slowly rolling down your chest.

He's mesmerized by the sight. So much so that he shimmies his body down to slot between your legs so that he can sit up between you and rub his cum into your chest like a lotion in order to mark you. To mark his territory; make you his.

You weren't expecting him to run his cum into you, or to hold his hands out above your mouth while simply ordering you to, “Lick them clean, babygirl.”

Your boyfriend’s baritone is thick, raspy, and full of dominance which causes you to instantly listen to him and do what he says. You lick his hands clean, your tongue working and swirling around one before moving onto the other. The taste of his seed’s salty on your tongue; but it's not too bad.

Once Coryo's hands are clean, he decides to repay the favor by licking your small chest clean. Your platinum blonde boyfriend runs his tongue all over your tiny titties, cleaning any and all trace of his spend off of you.

Yes, it's probably not considered normal for a young man to do this and might be considered a kink, but Coriolanus doesn't care. Your small boobs get him going and he just has to lick them clean until they're slick and shiny with his saliva.

And once your itty-bitty titties are clean and glistening from his makeshift spit shine, Coryo lays down next to you and pulls you into his arms.

“Did you like our first time, Y/N?” Coryo asks, his voice like honey, as his fingers lightly trace patterns on your hip.

“Yea.” You smile. “It was better than the stories I heard my friends tell me.” You reveal while playing with the mop of light blonde sweaty curls on top of his head.

“Well, it seems like your friends don't have boyfriends that love them.” Coryo sneers. Smiling wide, so wide that too many of his pearly whites are showing, your boyfriend tells you, “But I love you so much, baby, that I'd do anything for you.”

And he meant that too. He'd do anything for you and the love obsession he has for you. In fact his obsession for you is so strong that he wants to marry you once the two of you graduate from the Academy.

But, in order to do that he needs money. He needs money to fix up his penthouse properly and to make sure that his Grandma’am, Tigris, and you are able to live in the lap of luxury. He wants to give his family the life that they deserve. Coriolanus wants to provide the life worthy of a Snow to Grandma’am, Tigris, and you. Especially you.

So, Coryo's determined to win the Plinth Prize to provide a good life for his family. And when the rules for winning the prize changes, well, Coryo's willing to do anything it takes to be the victor. Even cheating, because then he'll be rich enough to marry you and take care of his family.

And that's his end goal, to restore his ancestral penthouse to his former glory and to shower the women in his life with riches. And you'll be the most important woman in his life because you'll be Mrs. Snow.

But…that pesky Casca High-as-a-kite-bottom promised to destroy the future on anyone that's caught cheating to win the Plinth Prize. A promise that Coryo needs to heed…

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tarottaleteller · 3 days

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*Disclaimer: This reading is for fun and entertainment purposes only. It is in no way meant to act as or replace professional reading. Please take what resonates, leave what doesn't. All the pictures were taken from Pinterest.

Is it a pause or the end?

This reading is for those who have had someone significant in their lives but have lost touch, wondering if they'll ever reconnect again. Basically this reading will help you answer the question "Will our paths intertwine once more, or have they diverged permanently?". But please remember that this is a general reading, so take it with a grain of salt.

Pile 1

Hello, my dear pile 1, I feel like this was a kind of toxic relationship. And you realized it from the start. Your partner may have acted distant or cold, but you chose to overlook it because you really wanted to believe in the happy end. You may have been single for a long time before meeting that person, so you really clung to them hoping it’s the one. However, things didn’t work out, probably because you were tired of feeling like they just settled for you instead of wanting you like you wanted them. You were heartbroken, again, because you did think they were your soulmate, that you'll get your happily ever after with them. I’m sorry, pile 1, I don’t really see any reconciliation here. But that’s for the better! That person was NOT your soulmate, honey. You’ll meet someone much better and who’ll make you feel like the queen/king you are. Don’t settle, bestie.

Pile 2

Sweet, soft, loving energy for you, Pile 2. The energy here is so pure and innocent to the point where it becomes fragile. It’s giving high school sweethearts. I feel like both of you might have been immature or had little experience when it came down to relationships. That could have been the reason why it eventually ended, both of you probably just grew out of it, maybe one of you felt like the other was taking a lot longer than them to act more or less like an adult. I think immaturity was the main reason for the break up. Both of yours or just one of the partner’s. I don’t necessarily see a reconciliation here, but yes, you might see them again in the future. However, you will realize that all of those romantic feelings are gone. Perhaps, you or both will already be in another happy, stable relationship. Both of you are just likely to treat each other like good old friends, but nothing more than that.

Pile 3

Damn, pile 3, whatever that relationship was, it was karmaaaa. So many indicators of karmic lessons, it’s crazy. I feel like you will get back with your person, because believe it or not, they still think about you sometimes, even if it’s been more than a year since you last talked. I feel like the lesson wasn’t fully learned, so fate might bring you guys back together to really LEARN this time. Since this is a general reading, I can not exactly pinpoint what the lesson is. Please try to analyze your emotions with that partner, how do they make you feel about yourself, etc. Your intuition will tell you what exactly about that partner triggers you, and that will be the first step towards healing. If you won’t do that, you guys can literally stay stuck in this cycle where it’s toxic being together, but heartbreaking to stay away. Justin and Selena kinda love. So, this is a pause, but not because you and that partner are endgame, but because there’s unfinished karmic business left between you two, and your souls need closure there.

Pile 4

Wow, pile 4. Right away, it was NOT the end. I feel like the relationship here ended before it really even began. But I would not call it a situationship either, because the feelings were actually deep and pure, and the intentions were pretty serious. There could have been a third party situation or a family member that didn’t approve of the union, and that’s why it fell apart. However, I am sure it felt like true love. I see that fate will make you meet again, but not in the near future. Next time you meet, you will both be grown and mature, and ready to fight all the bitches who come in the way haha. You will always have each other’s backs in everything. You might also both have enjoyed intellectual discussions together. They are just going to get better next time you meet them, trust me. The meeting will be unexpected. You both will be so shocked seeing each other, you will probably just freeze and stare at each other for a good minute before even saying anything. Which again just proves how much you meant to each other. Good luck, Pile 4!

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milqueandsugar · 2 days

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🌼☕` Date Night `☕🌼

Gen / Fluff

Includes / Carmilla , Vox , Velvette

| CARMILLA CARMINE |

Prefers at home or private dates, she's a woman hated and revered for her work, she's not going to ever put you in a dangerous situation for being with her at the wrong time

Very, very romantic, old school style

Pulls your chair out for you, opens doors for you, brings you flowers whenever she visits

Reciprocate these gestures? She's puddy in your hands

She keeps any flowers you bring her by pressing or drying them, I imagine her as someone who has a small memory box somewhere, mostly built around her daughters, and now you too

As much as she loves doing things for you she likes doing things with you even more, especially if she can include her daughters

Cooking together, trying out painting or pottery, hell you could be doing the dishes and she'd be all warm and fuzzy with love

For important dates, anniversaries, birthdays, or just when she's feeling extra she'll rent out a restaurant or theater for the two of you

Extravagant enough to suit her adoration for you, but private enough she can relax enough with you to actually enjoy the date

| VOX |

There are two dates with Vox, work dates which devolve into either sex or cuddles

Or very public dramatic dates

Im talking matching outfits, paparazzi present, multiple body guards

He loves both equally if he's honest which he isn't, he complains about how behind on work he is while rubbing your back or playing with your hair in bed

Your more extravagant outings are usually work related, like going to parties for networking, wearing velvettes new line or eating at a restaurant one of the Vees recently bought

During your extravagant dates is one of the few times you don't talk about work, paparazzis near by, can't spill any secrets can we?

Happily recalls the massacre of the lowest earners that month while separating your crab meat from the shell for you

Also extra affectionate when in public, he's a proud man, he's proud of you and he's proud to be with you

Arm around your shoulders, holding your hand, hand on the small of your back, always near by

God forbid someone try something, especially when you have a live audience

You'd be surprised how creative someone can get with violence after so long, impressed too if the viscera didn't ruin your new shoes

Don't worry, he'll treat you to a shopping spree afterwards, only cause he loves you soo much

| VELVETTE |

She loooooooves to be spoiled

You treat her as the princess she is everyday however, and dates are the times she puts all her effort into you

She's hand makes custom outfits for the two of you, even if your date only consists of skin care

She likes going out, she's not someone who can stand doing nothing and needs to be somewhere new doing something new all the time

You usually go to spas or shopping spree, on her card of course!

Lots of photos, making collages on Hellstagram, cute couple Voxtoks and Twitter threads talking about how hot you are

You can usually tell when she's about to pull you out of work for a date by how many thirst edits of you she's saving or liking at a time

Your seriously wondering if she's commissioning them cause WHY IS THERE SO MANY

Talking shit your entire date, not about you obvi but she has to fill you in on the office tea, mostly at Vox and Valentinos expense

What is said at the massage table STAYS at the massage table

On the rare occasion you guys stay in for a date you order enough food for ten and binge watch the latest shows or drama channels on Vtube

She even let's you do her makeup I'd you ask her particularly nicely, do it well enough and she'll even wear it out

Her favorite dates of course are the ones where you two get messy at one of valentinos clubs but that's between her and Voxs ten million cameras

She asks for the tape later.

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aphroditesbaby1616 · 12 hours

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Im sick in the head another Carmy drabble in one day

Another Dad!Carmy Drabble bc I’m sick in the head and can’t stop thinking abt him. So imagine him going to his baby’s school for career day 😭🫶 he would be so so proud of his work bc his baby would be just GUSHING over him and I need this out of my drafts SRRY ppl who have sent requests this has been rottingggg (more below)

Okay so firstly your daughter would excitedly wait on the porch of your house for him every day when she knew he would be home from work. She is a daddy’s girl from day one because ofc she is (Carmy spoils her rotten and physically can’t tell her no so you’re always the bad guy unless her safety is involved ofc) she could give an eff about whatever your career is because she grew up in the restaurant like Carmy did, so when they were told at school there would be a career day when you picked her up she proudly took the sign up sheet from her bag, and was like

“Mommy, daddy is gonna come to my school to talk about ‘The Bear’ isn’t that cool!!”

And naturally this is the first you’re hearing of this so you’re like “he is?!” And she shoves the paper in your hand and points to the date

“See mommy! And he has to sign off and- and I want him to make cannolis for my class! Teacher said yes, and he has to mommy!”

You’re just like ‘oh! Alright honey well daddy is very busy we’ve talked about this yes? We will ask him if he can’

So Carmy gets home, she’s on the porch - charged. She’s vibrating with excitement. He gets out of the car and she sprints up to him, giggling happily and squealing

“Papa Bear! Papa Bear!! Papa Bear!!!” The name she only used when she was buttering him up for something.

He laughs, picking her up and swinging her around, kissing all over her face and throwing her in the air in the way you’d usually scold since it scared the living shit out of you - but in her 8 years he hasn’t dropped her— yet so it was acceptable sometimes.

“My baby bear” he said happily and rests her on his hip “how was school, what did you learn today mm?” He holds his backpack on his shoulder as he carries her inside.

“I learneeedd” she shows him the paper “that we’re having career day and you have to come! Please daddy please daddy plllleeeeeaaasseee!!!” She begs puckering her lips for a kiss to further sweeten her deal.

He smiled a bit, giving her a tiny sweet peck “yes my little love, I’ll come f’r y’career day, of course sweet angel girl. When is it hmm?” He carried her in the kitchen where you were at the stove, cooking Mac and cheese to go along with the chicken tenders that were air frying

“Mommy!!! Daddy says yes!! Okay daddy- so you need to make cannolis for my class cause they’ll think it’s so cool” she said happily and points at the paper “look may 24 mommy says that’s 23 days away, and daddy you can make cannolis for us - and - and I can do my chocolate chip chef job daddy!!! I can help you, I'll help!!” She said excitedly to which he beams with love and pride.

“Thas’right princess you can be my sous chef y’remember what that means mm?” He questions, rubbing her little back with a smile

“I’m second best!!! I’m second best to daddy in the kitchen. I’ll be first some day though daddy” she kisses his cheek sweetly and hugs him tight to which he pouts adorably, looking over at you with big blue eyes

“Thas’my smart girl” he says softly and kisses her head. “You will be baby. You’ll be the best ever. I know it. You’ll change the whole world with your cookin’ mmm?” He rests his cheek on her head sweetly, resting against the counter while they cuddled.

You could barely stop the tears that gathered in your eyes. Seeing your husband and your daughter like this was something you didn’t think you’d ever get over.

From the very first day they’d met, even when she was all - frankly yucky, and slimey after she was just birthed - Carmy didn’t mind the nasty cottage cheese like muck that covered her skin just minutes after delivery as she laid on your chest, easily finding your nipple to latch so soon after being born, still in the delivery room— as if she was the smartest baby to exist.

He still kissed her head. Even with the nasty, cheesy vernix covering her skin, he gently massaged it into her back as she ate for the first time, sniffling at the sounds of her little huffs of breath against your swollen breast. “You did so good baby. Look at her-“ he rasped, his voice watery and loving. “She’s perfect” he said, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her little shoulders.

“I’ll be the best at The Bear someday daddy” she promised and hugged him tightly “I love you” she mumbled happily He cradled her as if she was still a little baby, kissing her face and swallowing back choked sniffles and sobs “I love you little bear- s’much” he whispered, so grateful and over the moon his little girl took such pride in what he does.

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barbwritesstuff · 2 days

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I also love Chris and I would give my left kidney (or my right, whichever you prefer) if they got to be a full fledged RO. I’m just a sucker for exs who still clearly love each other and are able to overcome their issues, and there’s not a ton of ifs with a character like that.

I think it also helps that they’re the one with the most history with MC. They’ve known them long before they turned, and they’re the one RO with no connections to the supernatural world. In fact, every step you take towards rekindling things with Chris actually prevents you from experiencing the supernatural world, which I think is really interesting.

It’s like the relationship with Chris itself is a metaphor for Thicker Than in general. It’s using the past as a source of comfort and strength while you head towards a scary and unstable future.

I try to make all the ROs intersect with the main themes of the story in some way.

Chris, being the only one that knew MC when MC was alive, is very focused on the themes of humanity lost (and the pieces of it that remain). Their route also talks about lies, mistakes, and regret which I think is also 'on brand' for vampires.

Marcel is all about the masks the vampires lords wear. He plays the part of the shadowy vampire lord, but is actually softer and kinder than he appears. He kind of highlights how vampire society makes even the good vampires monsters.

Minjo is a bit of an oddball here. Her themes are less obvious. Ultimately, her themes might end up being that you can't always get your perfect 'happily ever after'. Perhaps, for vampires, it can only ever be fleeting moments of light in an eternity of darkness.

Freya's kindness and empathy is meant to highlight how needlessly brutal and cruel vampires and vampiric society can be. She's a witch, she has no reason to trust you, and yet she does, despite knowing exactly what you are. Her empathy towards ghosts, hunters, and other monsters is meant to highlight that all the paranormals are sort of outcasts in their own ways, and not as different as they might seem to each other.

Nathan is very focused on the horror of vampires from the perspective of humanity. He's seen the worst vampires can be and has turned himself into a weapon against the undead. But, in doing so, he's sort of killed himself too. He has no life outside that of the hunt. Being with him is both him and the MC deciding to live again, in their own ways.

Iliya, in contrast, is someone who enjoys being a vampire. Spending time with him, you see all the little ways being undead can be unique and special. He reads books, has affairs, carves his name into rocks underwater. But, in the end, even he isn't free.

On that note. Tracy's story is much more focused on how little freedom vampires really have within their own society. She had no choice, both in her life, and her death. Making you a vampire lord is her first real steps towards freedom, and it's incredibly dangerous for her.

Ravima route is sort of half finished right now, so is a little hard to talk about. Like Iliya, they find beauty in being dead, but unlike Iliya, their story focuses more on how those obsessions can destroy vampires as surely as the sun.

Erin isn't in the game yet but the idea I'm planning on exploring with her is how vampires humanity erodes. She was once a better person than she is now... and she knows it.

Of course, I'm an imperfect writer, so how well I can get those themes across in the final product remains to be seen. But that's the rough idea for all of the ROs. 😅

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wileys-russo · 1 day

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After seeing Alexia dancing bc I literally did not know that ever existed! What are some hobbies of Fresa (btv or ftv) we know she wasn’t into soccer but what are things she was/is truly passionate about? Can’t wait to see more of your writing regardless of what it is! 🤍

Fresa took up tennis when she was younger in place of football, like early high school years. She saw how much passion and pleasure alexia gained from football and definitely had the potential to go far in tennis but lacked the discipline. The real reason she took it up was to hopefully get her sisters to come to her matches but with their own lives and schedules it was hard and as Fresa grew up she lost the love for tennis and quit.

I’ve said it before but Fresa takes her skin care and her pampering very seriously. She loves face masks, massages, mani/pedi’s, her elaborate ten step skin care routine, and her spa days with Eli are sacred.

Fresa is quite the talented drawer and took some realism classes to help expand that but it’s nothing more than a hobby to her. She really did the classes in hopes Alba would go with her but she was always too busy or would bail or no show last minute so Fresa got embarrassed and stopped going.

Fresa pretends not to know how to cook because she loves when her sisters or her mami cook for her. But really when she’s sitting in the kitchen pretending not to help and just yapping, she’s paying close attention and has gotten almost all of eli’s “secret” family recipes down pat in her head and can happily cook them for herself when left to her own devices.

Fresa ofc is also passionate about her work! She works in a blood testing/taking clinic but that’s what ignited her passion for looking after others and learning more about the body and how it heals/what it needs. So this lead to her wanting to study nursing!

Though she’s your classic attitude filled sassy younger sibling Fresa is really a sensative gal at heart. Her love languages are in how she cares so passionately about those close to her and nothing makes her happier than looking after them and doing little things that bring them joy.

Despite being an early riser Fresa is a brunch girlie to her core and part of what hurt so much about the rift between her and her sisters, Alba specifically, was the sunday brunch ritual dying off where again they were no shows and Fresa had to stop going to her favourite cafe because they always asked where Alba was and she was embarrassed

#answered asks #🍓☀️

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blairrwaldorfs · 2 days

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Can I request a fluffy Joseph Quinn x fem! reader long oneshot where reader wakes up and hears laughter and finds Joseph in their daughters room playing with her and as reader watches them she reflects on how she met Joseph when she took her niece to a Comic Con to meet him and it was love at first sight?

The Alchemy

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Seeing Joe with your daughter, you couldn't help but look back on the first time you met him. That one normal day you dreaded so much that turned into something so beautiful and important, almost like a golden daylight you never knew before.

Author's Note: I barely write any fics that involves with kids, so this is a rare one for me. Somehow, I enjoyed it! :) Comments are always welcome!

Wordcount: 5.3K

Letting out a deep breath, you smiled at the work that you just finished. Organizing the living room and the kitchen every day was getting harder, but you weren’t complaining. It was the trails that your toddler would leave behind. Her stuffed animals, puzzles, books and Barbie dolls. After putting them all back in the bin, you finally sighed in relief, ready to just crawl under the bed covers and be in Joe’s arms.

However, laughter and giggles echoed down the hall and caught your attention. Looking at the time, you realized that it was late. Well, late for your daughter to be up at this hour. Walking down the hall and into her bedroom, you found Joe, still in his work clothes, on the floor playing with Rosie.

“Hi! I’m Miss Bunny!” Joe used his baby talk, letting the stuffed bunny hop in front of Rosie.

“Bunny!” Rosie’s fingers were on her mouth as she used her other hand to point at the stuffed bunny.

“Miss Bunny thinks it’s time for bedtime!” Joe let the stuffed bunny dance towards Rosie, who giggled happily.

You leaned against the doorframe and smiled, watching Rosie laugh as Joe tackled her with the bunny kisses. He then reeled her in his lap and attacked her with kisses all over her face. Rosie’s brunette curls were all disheveled the moment Joe pulled away. He laughed softly, stroking his daughter’s hair as she wrapped her tiny arms around Joe’s neck. She laid her head on his shoulder and yawned softly, while Joe caressed her back.

“My little Rosie.” He murmured, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead.

“Daddy… love.” Rosie said, yawning again.

“I love you too, darling.”

Joe started humming softly as he rocked Rosie in his arms. As you watched them, you couldn’t help but remember how you and Joe first met. If someone would have told you back then that this was going to be your future, you probably would have laughed so hard at how ridiculous it would sound. It was something you never knew that could happen in your life.

Ever.

It started one Friday afternoon when your sister came knocking on your door. You sighed as soon as you saw her car outside the window. You love your sister. You really did, but you were tired of babysitting her daughter every time she needed to go do something. You had your own life too, and you were stressed out at work already.

“What is it?” You asked as soon as you opened the door.

Camille gave you a shy smile as your eyes shifted towards your niece, Zoe, who was sitting at the passenger seat of Camille’s car. The window was down, and she was occupied with her phone. Your niece was 13 years old and somehow, your sister always wanted you to watch her.

“No, Camille.” You shook your head before she could say anything. “I’m not babysitting tonight. I had a long day at work. I don’t have the energy to deal with kids right now.”

“No, no.” Camille shook her head. “I’m not here to ask you to babysit. It’s just that… this weekend…”

You raised your brow at her, leaning your body against the door frame and your arms crossed in front of your chest.

“What about this weekend?” You asked.

“You see, there’s this comic con convention in the city, and Zoe has been begging me to take her because her favorite celebrity is going to be in it, but I can’t go this weekend because I have this project at work.” Camille let out a deep sigh. “I was wondering if you could take her, please?”

“No—No!” You repeatedly shook your head. “A comic con? No way! That’s way too crowded for me and you know I hate that! Besides, I’m not a fan of those things.”

“You don’t have to be a fan to go,” Camille explained. “Can you please just take her? She has been asking for this. She has been wanting to meet this guy. She really likes him.”

“It’s a guy?!” Your eyes widened. “What does she know about liking a guy? She’s like five.”

“She’s 13, honey.” Your sister tilted her head at you. “He’s a celebrity named Joe… something. I don’t know, he’s from this show called Stranger Things.”

“Stranger what?” You furrowed your brows and shook your head again. “No, no. What am I gonna do there?”

“Just please accompany her? I’ll pay for everything. Your gas, both of your food and even your admission ticket.”

You sighed, shifting your eyes at Zoe, who was now looking at the both of you. She had pleading eyes, and you knew she was silently begging you to say yes to accompany her.

“Do I have to stand in line to meet this man?” You asked, shifting your eyes back to Camille.

“I don’t think so.” She shrugged. “I guess it depends on their age rules, but you literally just have to accompany her. You don’t have to interact with anyone.”

You rubbed your forehead and scrunched your face as you agreed. Your sister should be glad that you love your niece or else, you would have said no to this, and she wouldn’t be able to convince you at all.

Camille smiled, pulling you into a hug and said, “Thank you!”

You pointed your index finger at her, raising your brow and said, “You’re paying for all of this. I’m not spending a single dime.”

Camille nodded her head and said, “Oh and… um… can you please not smoke in front of Zoe?”

You were taken aback by her little comment as you gasped softly. “You smoke in your household, Camille!”

“No, I haven’t!” She argued. “I haven’t smoked in years.”

You sighed, shaking your head in disbelief. Why was she acting like she was all innocent?

Camille took a step forward, touching you by the forearm. Her eyes were practically begging as she said, “I know you smoke when you’re stressed, and I know the crowd stresses you out. It’s just that Zoe is growing older, and I don’t want her to be picking up those kinds of habits.”

You scoffed, “Speak for yourself.”

“I know.” Camille admitted. “She doesn’t need to be like me before.”

You rolled your eyes and nodded at her as she gave you another thankful smile before walking away. As your sister slid herself back into the driver’s seat, you saw Zoe smiled at you and looked down at her phone. In just a second, your phone vibrated in your pocket and saw Zoe texting you a thank you as the car pulled away from your driveway.

Entering back into your place, you flopped yourself on the sofa and sighed. You didn’t understand how your sister could have a daughter and could barely be there for her. This was why you told yourself that you could never have kids. There was too much time and needs that you needed to sacrifice just so you could take care of them.

Shaking your head, you googled the show Stranger Things just to at least know what this was all about. You scrolled through the list of cast and saw two men that have the same name as Joe. One with long thick straight hair and one with curly long hair. You wondered which one Zoe was so fond of. Not really caring about it, you exited google and spent the rest of the night cuddled with your blanket on your sofa, watching your shows.

However, when Saturday came, you were dreading to get up. It was way too early and why were comic cons started at 10am? It was a Saturday! Who wanted to get up that early for it? For what? For an autograph and a picture?

On the way to your sister’s house, you grabbed yourself a cup of coffee and when you arrived, you found Zoe already waiting for you on the front porch. She looked excited and nervous at the same time. She had a backpack with her, and you furrowed your brows as you studied the outfit that she was wearing.

When did your sister approve of this sort of outfit?

In your opinion, you didn’t think it was bad. However, in your sister’s eyes? You knew she had an argument with Zoe this morning when she saw that t-shirt she was wearing.

“Hellfire Club?” You tugged on Zoe’s shirt lightly as soon as she slid herself on the passenger seat.

“So, your mom was okay with you having a picture of the devil on your shirt?” You raised your brow at her, making Zoe roll her eyes.

“She doesn’t know it.” Zoe shrugged. “It’s from the show. It’s not really the devil, Auntie.”

You chuckled softly, “So, this is not like a cult thing?”

Zoe sighed and said, “No, it’s not! Auntie, I thought you’re the cool Aunt. I thought you would be cool about this?”

“I am cool about this!” You argued, tugging on her shirt lightly again. “Let me see.”

Zoe turned her body to face you as she looked down at her shirt and gave you a proud smile. You chuckled softly, poking her stomach softly.

“I actually think you look pretty cool.” You smiled before finally driving out of the driveway.

Zoe smiled as she scrolled through her phone. For a moment, there was a comfortable silence between the two of you as you entered the freeway and made your way to the city. You looked over to Zoe and saw that she was scrolling through the website of the comic con.

“So, who’s this Joe guy, anyway?” You asked, interrupting the silence.

You saw the grin on Zoe’s face widened as she focused her eyes on the phone of her screen. Not a minute later, she held up her phone with a picture of a guy. He was wearing the same Hellfire Club shirt, long curly hair and had tattoos.

“That’s him?” You laughed. “With the perm and everything?”

“That’s just his character. He’s wearing a wig.” Zoe slumped on her seat, sighing.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. You continued to focus your eyes on the road as the skyline of the city slowly appeared in front of you. Zoe looked out the window for a moment, and you couldn’t help but glance at her. You saw the frustration in her eyes as you bit your lower lip. You didn’t mean to upset her over a picture, and you could tell she was going through something else.

“Hey,” You reached your hand over, patting her lap. “I’m sorry. You know I’m just teasing you.”

Zoe turned to you and nodded her head. “It’s just that… he already gets so much hate online, you know? He’s such a sweet guy, and I wish people were nicer.”

You couldn’t help but smile and squeezed her hand lightly. “People just don’t have anything to do with their lives that’s why they’re being like that.”

“Yeah…” Zoe looked down at her lap. “Mom just doesn’t understand it either.”

“Well, you know how your mom is.” You rolled your eyes. “She’s too stiff and strict. She got that from your grandma.”

Zoe let out a sigh, setting her chin on the palm of her hand as she looked out the window.

“Oh, c’mon. Cheer up. You’re going to meet him soon.” You gave her a reassuring smile.

Zoe gave you a nervous smile, nodding her head. She took your hand in hers and squeezed it lightly. As Zoe grew older, she was more comfortable sharing things with you than Camille. It wasn’t like you didn’t scold her about certain things. Camille was just too strict, and she never tried to understand that Zoe was growing up, and she was in a phase where she was experimenting different things to learn more about herself.

Arriving at the convention center, you walked in with Zoe and immediately saw a crowd of people already. It took about 15 minutes just entering the building, which you didn’t understand because you both were here before it even opened. Your eyes studied the room, looking at the people dressed up in different characters. You wonder how long it took them to dress up like that. They all looked really cool.

“Oh, over there!” Zoe tugged on your arm, pointing towards the corner at the back.

Your eyes immediately saw the big banner that had a picture of Joe’s character with his name plastered next to it. Grabbing you by the wrist, Zoe dragged you quickly towards it, stumbling and bumping through the crowd.

“Okay, slow down, Zoe.” You said.

“I can’t. The photo op is supposed to be at 11.” Zoe explained. “It’s already almost 10:30. I wanna be in line already.”

You took a deep breath and your eyes widened immediately as soon as you both arrived at the booth. The line was already long, and you followed Zoe all the way to the back and sighed. The crowd was making you anxious, and Zoe being in a panic and nervous mode wasn’t helping you either.

“How long is this going to take?” You asked.

Zoe shrugged. “It starts at 11. Maybe an hour or so?”

Your eyes widened. “Okay, how about this… I’ll be right back.”

Zoe tilted her head at you, a brow raised. You swore whenever she gave you that look, she looked exactly like your sister.

“You’re already stressed? Are you gonna go out for a smoke?”

“No.” You immediately answered as you made a face. “I’m… just gonna look at stuff… outside. The city skyline looks nice.”

Zoe kept her brow raised, knowing the fact that you were lying in front of her face.

“Mhm…”

“Just stay here and if you ever move, just text me where you are.” You pointed your index finger at her. “Don’t go anywhere far. I swear to god, Zoe. Your mother is going to kill me.”

Zoe rolled her eyes as you walked away. Walking through the crowds, you found two sliding doors that walked out to the balcony. The skyline of the city was right in front of it, and you couldn’t help but admire it as you took out a cigarette from your purse and lit it up. You exhaled a sharp breath, puffing out the smoke when another person joined you.

Glancing to your side, you watched as he fumbled through his coat pockets. The cigarette was tucked between his lips, and he looked like he was looking for his lighter.

“Great.” He murmured under his breath, taking the cigarette that was between his lips and exhaled a sharp breath.

Taking your lighter from your pocket, you took a few steps towards him and handed it to him. As he gazed up at you, his chocolate button eyes immediately caught yours. A small gasp was caught in your throat as you stared at him for a moment. As he slipped the lighter from your hands, you felt his touch on your fingers and suddenly, you felt something sparked inside of you.

Almost like the chemicals in your brain have changed.

“Thank you.” He gave you a shy smile before lighting his cigarette.

You nodded your head, giving him a faint smile as he gave you back your lighter. You noticed the English accent that slipped through his voice and wondered if he was just visiting town.

A comfortable silence surrounded the both of you for a moment before he interrupted and said, “Overwhelmed?”

You chuckled softly. “I don’t like the crowds.”

He nodded his head and blew a puff of smoke into the air and continued, “Me too. Gives me anxiety.”

You gave him a soft smile and looked towards the view of the skyline in front of the both of you. Then, you glanced over to him again.

“Y…You work for the convention?” You asked.

“Um…” He laughed softly, scratching the back of his head. “I guess you could say that.”

“I don’t know how you do it. Working and dealing with all those crowds?” You shook your head. “It’s why I choose to work in an office.”

The man chuckled softly, putting his cigarette out and said, “I guess so but after saying hi and taking pictures with them, it’s sort of worth it.”

You furrowed your brows at the small comment that he just made. For a moment, you were confused as to what he was talking about. You looked over your shoulder and through the glass windows and saw the banner that was literally underneath Zoe before slowly looking back at the man in front of you. You felt your cheeks flushed when you realized who it was. Putting out your cigarette, you let out a small laugh and shook your head.

“What?” He asked.

“My niece…” You laughed, turning to face him. “She would kill me right now if she knew who I was talking to.”

He gave you a wide smile, “I’m guessing you don’t watch Stranger Things?”

“I actually didn’t find out about it until just yesterday.” Your cheeks flushed again.

You didn’t know why you were feeling embarrassed. There was literally nothing to be embarrassed about. You just didn’t watch the show nor knew him at all. That was all. It wasn’t a crime or anything.

“I’m just accompanying my niece because my sister can’t seem to show up for her daughter lately.” You rolled your eyes. “I don’t know why she would have a child if she can’t even take care of her. It was like she just doesn’t even care. I mean… Zoe is literally growing up so fast, and she doesn’t even realize that—”

You glanced at him and saw an amused smile that was tugging on his lips. You bit your lower lip and looked away for a moment.

“And… I’m ranting to you. I’m so sorry.” You laughed softly, playing with the lighter in your hands.

“It’s okay.” He grinned widely. “I totally understand. One of my mates back in London is sort of the same. He tends to leave his kids to his sister, and I honestly feel like he doesn't care at all.”

“Yeah…” You looked down at your fingers.

“But I think it’s cool that you accompanied your niece to meet me.” Joe gave you a warm smile that suddenly made your stomach turn. “Not many people would do that, especially for a convention like this.”

You pursed your lips, giving him a small smile as you kicked the metal railing softly with your foot. Your head hung low, and you could feel your heartbeat race faster. Why was it all of a sudden, you were feeling a little shy?

“I’m Joe, by the way.”

He held out his hand and right before you could shake his hand, your flustered self dropped the lighter on the floor. You let out a nervous laugh as Joe picked it up on the ground and handed it to you. You introduced yourself as you took the lighter from his hand, feeling his touch against your skin again. Once again, you felt the electricity sparked inside of you, and you couldn’t explain what it was.

“Nice to meet you.” Joe smiled.

“Yo…You too.”

“I should get back. I have fans waiting for me.” Joe made his way towards the double doors.

“Of course.”

As he walked away, you turned your back towards the double doors and slapped your palm on your forehead, feeling so stupid and embarrassed. You didn’t even know why. You were never nervous when it came to talking to men, so why were you all flustered towards Joe? Was it because he was a celebrity or was it because you didn’t even recognize him, and you had the audacity to rant about your personal life to some stranger?

Shaking your head, you made your way back inside the convention center and waited for Zoe to finish off her photo ops with Joe. You sat in the corner and watched everyone around the center for a moment, before you occupied yourself with some work on your phone.

“Auntie!” Zoe called out, running towards you. “Look! Look!”

She squealed, handing you two printed pictures of her and Joe. You smiled and stared at the picture. One of the pictures was Joe hugging her tightly and the other one was them doing peace signs, and his tongue was sticking out in a goofy and dorky way.

“Was he nice?” You asked.

“Yes, he was so sweet! He said that he liked my shirt, and he called me darling.”

You laughed, taking the pictures from her. “Here let me hold this for you, while you prepare to go get his autograph.”

“Okay.” Zoe fixed her heavy backpack, but you were quick to grab her gently by her straps.

“Zoe, you’re struggling with that. Let me hold this for you.” You said, sliding her backpack off her shoulders.

As you set the backpack on the table in front of you, you helped fix Zoe’s shirt and just in time, Joe had walked by. Your eyes caught his as he gave you a warm smile when he passed by. Zoe was literally bouncing off her feet, while you were trying to fix her shirt but it was no use, she wouldn’t stay still.

“Zoe, sweetheart. Calm down.” You said, squeezing her arm softly.

“I’m gonna go!” Zoe said, walking away from you.

“Okay, text me–” You sighed and rubbed your forehead.

The rest of the day was slow. After Zoe had received her autograph from Joe, she had dragged you into his panel, and you sat there the whole time, watching him. His expressions and how he interacted with his fans. He was sweet to all of them and you were lucky enough to be sitting in the front row. Your sister truly had spent a lot of money for Zoe to get that VIP seat. You couldn’t help but wonder every time Joe glanced towards you, if he was thinking about that embarrassing conversation that you two had earlier.

“You know, he’s only two years older than you.” Zoe had told you later that night.

Since you had a long exhausting day running around with Zoe, you decided to abuse your sister’s credit card and took you and Zoe to a nice restaurant. That stress level from the crowd and making sure Zoe didn’t run off got you craving for steak. Something that you knew your sister was going to shake her head and roll her eyes. You couldn’t help but grin at the thought of it. Camille always had teased you all her life so when you had grown older, you kept giving her a payback every change you got.

“So?” You raised your brow.

“So? I saw him looking at you during his panel.” Zoe shrugged, playing with the mashed potatoes in front of her. “Why did he keep glancing at you?”

“Who knows.” You took a sip of your wine and continued eating.

“Maybe he found you pretty or something.”

You barked out a laugh, shaking your head. “Zoe, stop spending so much time on the internet. It’s rotting your brain.”

“What? It could happen.” She shrugged and ate the mashed potatoes.

“Zoe, he’s an actor.” You made sure that she understood it.

“Yeah, but–”

“Excuse me.” The server came by your table, smiling at you. “This was ordered for you.”

She sets a bottle of wine in front of you along with a slice of tiramisu cake in front of Zoe. You straightened yourself on your chair, wondering who the server was talking about. Following the server’s gaze behind her, you saw Joe sitting across the room. He was with another man, who looked like his friend or something. The man sitting next to him was literally grinning ear from ear as he nudged Joe on the arm.

“Ohmygod.” Zoe gasped.

Your eyes widened as you saw Zoe’s expression turned into a panic mode. You felt your heartbeat race again when you saw Joe get up from his chair and walked towards your table. Zoe grabbed you by the wrist, and you swore for a 13 year old, she could snap your wrist in half from the way she was gripping it.

“Zoe.” You gave her a look and a warning voice to calm down and behave herself.

“Hi.” Joe smiled at you. “We meet again.”

“Again?!” Zoe exclaimed, shifting her attention to you.

You squeezed her hand softly under the table to calm herself down as you smiled at Joe. “Are you stalking me?” You joked.

“Are you sure you’re not stalking me?” Joe retorted back.

“Well, I was here first before you, wasn’t I?”

Joe was silent for a moment before shrugging and nodding his head in agreement. A small laugh escaped from him before his eyes turned to Zoe.

“Hi.” He grinned at her. “Nice to meet you again.”

“You too.” Zoe smiled excitedly. “I’m such a big fan.”

“Thank you.” Joe nodded before turning to you again. “May I?”

You nodded your head as he pulled up a chair next to you. You wonder if you were dreaming. You wonder if this was real, and you certainly wonder how the hell Zoe was just talking about this and now, it was happening? Was this some sort of prank? Were you on camera right now? Glancing towards your niece, she focused her attention on her food, but she was practically giddy on her seat.

“You didn’t have to do all this, you know?” You said, pointing at the wine and the tiramisu cake.

“Actually, it’s a little thank you.” Joe cleared his throat. “Ever since our conversation earlier, I couldn’t help but think about how I never had a conversation like that in a long time. You know, something real and genuine?”

You nodded your head towards the man that was sitting on their table. “He doesn’t give you genuine conversations?”

Joe looked over his shoulder and laughed softly. “He’s my manager. Most of our conversations involve work.”

“Ah,” You nodded your head in understanding. “Well, I’m glad I was able to give you that.”

“Well, I was hoping that maybe we could continue more conversations like that.”

You bit your lower lip as soon as you felt Zoe kicked you on the leg under the table. You clench your jaw from the pain that you felt. You swore Zoe was going to get an earful from you later on. As you continued your conversation with Joe, he had given you his number at the end of the night, and Zoe was practically excited and giddy when you both returned in the car.

“You’re literally the coolest Aunt.” Zoe had told you later that night when you had dropped her off home. “Thank you for coming with me today. It really means a lot.”

You smiled as you helped her slip her backpack on. “You know I’m always here for you, Zoe. I know I get busy at times but if there’s any problem or anything you need, I’m a text away, alright?”

Zoe smiled, wrapping her arms around your waist and embraced you. It was that night when you realized that the reason why you were always so irritated with Camille for bringing Zoe for you to babysit was because you cared too much about her. You didn’t want Zoe to have a distant relationship with her mom because she was always busy with work. You wanted Zoe to have a safe and healthy relationship with her family because she deserved so much love and happiness in this world.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were there.” Joe’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

Rosie was fast asleep in his arms as you smiled and walked towards them. Joe was still sitting on the floor, his hand gently caressing Rosie’s back. She had her head against his shoulder, face pressed on his neck.

“What are you thinking?” Joe whispered.

“You…” You smiled, rubbing Rosie’s back softly. “Zoe.. and Rosie.”

Joe smiled slightly, thinking about Zoe. He couldn’t believe she was almost graduating high school now. When he first met her, she was this energetic 13 year old. Now, she was almost a grown adult and more energetic and smarter than ever.

“Her graduation is coming up pretty quickly.” Joe said.

“Yeah, she’s Valedictorian of her class. I’m so proud of her.”

Joe got up from the floor and walked over to Rosie’s bed and set her down gently. He covered her with her blanket, tucking her in comfortably before setting the stuffed bunny next to her. Turning to face you, he wrapped his arms around your waist, giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

“If it wasn’t for Zoe, we wouldn’t be here right now.” Joe murmured.

You let out a soft hum, wrapping your arms around his neck. “That’s true… We wouldn’t have Rosie either.”

Unwrapping his arms from you, Joe looked over his shoulder and stared at Rosie, who was fast asleep. He knelt down next to her bed, softly brushing her brunette curls away from her face before placing a soft kiss on her hair.

“I don’t know where I would be without the both of you.” Joe smiled.

Kneeling down next to him, you placed a soft kiss on Rosie’s forehead. When you were pregnant with Rosie, you and Joe had promised each other that no matter how busy life gets, you both will always put her first no matter what.

“I love you both so much.” You whispered.

“Mama?” You gazed down at Rosie, who fluttered her eyes open.

She reached her arms towards you as you smiled and picked her up in your arms.

“Get some rest, sweetheart.” You rocked her softly, while Joe rubbed her back.

As you set her back down on her bed, you felt Rosie’s arms tightened around your neck. You chuckled softly at Joe as he shook his head.

“In bed with us it is then.” Joe stated.

Walking out of Rosie’s room, Joe followed behind you, turning the lights off and went to freshen up as you settled Rosie on the bed between the both of you. You tucked her in the bed before you went to change into your pajamas. Not moments later, Joe’s arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you from behind.

“That day…” Joe kissed your cheek softly, turning you around to face him. “When you started talking about Camille, and I saw you all flustered, I knew that I wanted to get to know more about that girl that I met on the balcony.”

You chuckled softly, running your hands down his chest. “It was the first time I ever felt something like that to anyone. It was like the chemicals in my brain twisted and turned into something I never knew before.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him softly on the lips. Joe pressed your body against his as he kissed you deeper and hungrily.

“It was like suddenly, everything was golden. Like I saw colors I never knew before.” You said once you pulled away from the kiss.

“You and Rosie are my life.” Joe murmured. “You both are everything to me.”

He softly caressed your cheek with his thumb before taking your hand and took you to the bedroom. As you settled on your sides of the bed, Joe wrapped an arm around Rosie, giving her a kiss on her forehead again before moving over and giving you a quick kiss. With both of them like this in your bed, you couldn't help but thanked your little stars for bringing Joe into your life, and you certainly thanked your little stars for letting your sister dragged you to that comic con with Zoe.

Who knew that one day that you dreaded so much turned into something so important?

Who knew that was going to be the beginning of your life forever?

The End.

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foe-of-fate · 22 hours

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My favorite part of DBD is when both Crystal and Niko join the agency at the end of the show and nothing bad happens to Niko and they all live happily ever after

#dead boy detectives #dead boy detective agency #DBD #niko dbd #niko dead boy detectives #dbd niko #dead boy detective spoilers

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11rosebunny · 10 hours

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Bofurin x shishitoren guys with a forward reader? Like, a girl that makes the first move and stuff, likes to gift them with food and bouquets (men deserve flowers too!!!!), loves spoiling them… the works!

Character with a direct!reader (BOFURIN + SHISHITOREN)

Haruka Sakura

He really wants to beat the shit out of you. Normally speaking, you two are still generally friends that get along very nicely with each other and when you two decided to make it official, sometimes he regrets dating his best friend.

The overdoing of flowers, new white shirts (even though he has 5 of the same pair), hair products, anything like that, it makes him forget how much of a sweetheart he knew you as when he first started talking to you. He's not saying he's forgotten about your bubbly personality, but when you greeted him out in public with a loving kiss on his cheek, he stared back at his friends as if they just shot him.

Nirei and Tsugeura were the first ones to break the silence and yell out loud in utter shock when they saw Sakura's girlfriend for the first time. The white and black-haired boy didn't bother to tell anyone about your existence—let alone his love life. What made is worse was that many assumed he's never experienced any love due to how anxious and shy he gets whenever romance is brought up. All of their assumptions immediately disappeared when they watched you start talking to Sakura and asking if he ate.

"Maybe she's the reason why he's so shy?" Suo blinked at you from afar when Sakura had dragged you away and began to yell at you to not do that again.

"Y-you think?" Nirei watched you reply back in a lucky-go manner not understanding what you did wrong. All you did was greet your boyfriend.

Hajime Umemiya

Meeting you years ago and making it official, he didn't expect any less from you.

He's grown accustomed to they way your personality is like. The first time he met you, he was shocked to see a girl come around him at an easygoing pace and soon learned about the different qualities of your person.

Bubbly, buoyant, lively, and cheeky. It wasn't until you two started dating, then he noticed how much farther your personality runs. Toma has witnessed it all, you've come to school with gardening seeds for him, bought random t-shirts with idiotic designs which he happily took, wanting to hold hands all the time even in public, and even trying to pay for your own meal while being on a date with him. He was surprised you were still able to keep up your animated behaviour and it may have even worsened when you became his girlfriend.

It's now a running competition to him. When he realized you were the first one to make a move and nearly one upped him on every single gift he's ever given you, he's not going to lie—he started to get annoyed. So in return, he now sees it at how much better you can treat one another.

Toma Hiragi

It's like having another Umemiya to look after but instead it's a girl that's not afraid to show affection and that likes him.

Some have a hard time trying to process how you even managed to get ahold of the scary guard dog looking boy on a leash. Based on how all over the place you are, forward with compliments and romance, some wonder how he's still alive.

At first, you were just another person he treasured right next to his guy best friend. He's known you since middle school and you two ended up growing beside each other. But during in his High school era, that's when he grew feelings for you and is also when he thought it was the biggest mistake in his life to fall for someone like you.

Right off the bat, the way you'd wrap your arms around him, hold him close, and steal his very first kiss, he wants to shrink you into a ball of cheese and squeeze you to death. Luckily, he's very good at hiding his shyness whenever you make him blush. It's even worse if you kiss him out in public otherwise he might grab your head and shove you into the closest tree.

As much as it may seem like he despises you and acts like he doesn't like it, there would be nothing in this world he'd replace you with.

Taiga Tsugeura

It's really not bad. He doesn't get as shy or nervous, instead he actually much enjoys it because of how you're able to match himself.

He didn't think he was able to find someone that is equally as chaotic as him. He ended up confessing first by saying how much he loved the way you were disarranged (you don't know if that was a compliment or not?) and the way you made him feel. Doing so, the two of decided to date.

He wasn't even concerned with the way you kept showering him with affection, kisses, gifts like protein powder, new elastic headbands, and sandals until Kiryu had pointed it out how it seems like he's the girl in the relationship (he was joking).

He questioned what he meant and the boy explained that normally it's supposed to be the guy doing that. He blinked and thought about it for a few hours. Eventually, the next day he showed up to your house with a basket full of your favourite snacks, figurines, plushies, and gift cards.

You gave him his first kiss that day.

Mitsuki Kiryu

Weirdly, he doesn't really like those eccentric girls.

The way you two met was an accident. At first he found you very annoying but he never had the heart to tell you that, so instead he just lets you swarm around him hoping you'd go away one day.

Turns out you didn't and now he found himself dating the girl he didn't even want to like in the first place.

He's okay with you now, instead of getting annoyed he finds it funny with the way you conjure up gifts right out of you ass in the middle of no where. You two could be out walking in public and you could somehow pull out a keychain from one of his favourite mobile games and he's wondering what else can fit in that tiny pocket of yours.

He really enjoys it when you hold his hand in public, kiss him even, and shower him with love. It's very rare he gets shy and so normally, it looks like he appreciates it with the way you act.

Hayato Suo

He's the type of person to love these types of girls.

He really finds the way how kind you are and buoyant to be extremely adorable. He has a soft spot for things he finds cute, (he even said he finds it cute when children throw tantrums!) so it wasn't a surprise that he's thought about dating you more than once.

Eventually, he does.

He underestimated you a bit too much when he started to take note of how often you weren't afraid to show affection.

The scale: way too many times than he can count.

He loves to see how you will pull up your next move on him either it being compliments, gifts, or acts of service. He calculates this habit of yours purely because he wants to give back the same amount of affection at the same time.

It always freaks you out whenever you thought you did him better only for him to pull out something similar like already pre-paying for your lunch together.

Jo Togame

He finds it funny. Upon meeting each other for the first time, he genuinely thought you were stupid for trying to help a person like him. That was until he realized you weren't joking and you weren't afraid of his persona.

It made him eat his words and never wants to think that lowly of you again. But, he never tells you that.

He kept you around purely for his entertainment, until he accidentally found himself growing feelings that were a little too real. Even when you two got together for the first time, it sounded like you didn't have a choice to begin with regardless.

"Who said you could hangout with them?"

"What is this? Are we in a relationship now?"

"Yes. Now answer my question woman."

That was the first time he took you aback and the first time he's ever seen you act differently from your usual personality. Afterwards, you two continued like how you usually were plus more intimate activities.

It took him by surprise in a way that he's shocked that you're not shy around him. He digs the way you hold his hand, give him massages, play with his hair, and kiss him on his cheeks on a daily basis. He finds it cute with the way you're not afraid to do those things with him, even makes him feel more manlier.

Tomiyama Choji

He was surprised when he first came to acknowledge your weird behaviour. Normally speaking, he's the most eccentric person anyone has ever met. So when he finds someone that one ups him in those aspects, he's confused.

At first, he's almost a whole different person when he hangs out with you for the first few days. He's trying to understand how you can be so care free while remaining happy even when you have everything you need.

He thinks he hates you for the first few days till he starts to warm up around you.

Once you started dating, even with your loudness, you still managed to stop him from possibly burning down a car.

He knew that you were bubbly and cheeky as soon as he met you, so the kisses and constant hugs didn't really catch him off guard. However, when he realized it was becoming a daily thing, a tiny part of him began to panic because now you made it seem like he wasn't putting in any effort.

In return, he'll show you as much physical contact as he can.

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detectivemaker · 2 days

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I know we want the ineffable lovers to be bsmfs but we have to remember

The idiots in love, as we all know they idiots in loved their way into stopping the Apocalypse, but I'm sure they're idiots in love their way into during the new apocalypse

I can imagine them being too caught up in their premature post Victory kiss, they have to be reminded by an Eric about how because they are the leader of the Rebellion against that douche Metatron , they have the right to destroy him

Crowley's all like, can someone else do it I want to cherish this, before trying to lock lips with our favorite chunky Angel again

And though aziraphale girls want more kissy, your mind's probably that they did Bumble that way into leading a rebellion they have the duty to do the finishing blow

So they do a combined miracle nothing in between them holding hands and they blast the Metatron out of existence, with the power of love, idiot love

And they lived happily ever after, in a nice little cottage surrounded by a garden, for as the Lord said it began in the garden and it shall end in a garden

#ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #good omens season 3 #eric good omens #good omens

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Rusty | Chapter 13 | S.R

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Summary - Luke finds himself getting acquainted with one of Bandera’s own. When you find a bundle of gifts on Spencer’s front porch, you hatch a plan.

A/N - this chapter kinda came out of left field but I couldn’t leave Luke heart broken so this happened. There are some Spencer x reader snippets but this chapter is very Luke-centric.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - strangers to friends to lovers | angst | smut minors DNI

Warnings - drinking, hangovers, allusions to sex, hints of oral (m receiving), one night stands, needy Spencer, whiny Spencer, swearing, titty sucking, handjob, fingering, ending of this one is pretty angsty.

WC - 6k

Chapter 13 - Friends in Low Places

Luke Alvez was a man of few words, but no fewer were ever spoken from his mouth than that morning as he sat in the little corner booth in Bandera’s lone cafe.

Between sips of bitter coffee from the chipped mug nothing but awkward silence petered around them. Luke couldn’t even bring himself to make eye contact with the other person opposite him. Instead his gaze flitted between his mug and the old clock on the wall, whilst he wondered how long it was polite of him to stay.

His temples throbbed and the coffee didn’t go anyway to stem the taste of that goddamn home brewed whiskey on his tongue.

To say he’d made an error in judgement last night was underselling his stupidity.

Images of the night before flashed in his mind's eyes like a broken movie reel. After leaving Spencer’s lodge he’d needed to take the edge off and found himself in the 11th Street Bar.

The old bar keep had plied him with his homemade whiskey which was quite possibly the strongest substance that had ever passed by Luke’s lips.

It didn’t stop him drinking it, shot after shot, until he was bleary eyed and stumbling on his feet.

When he’d stepped out into the cool night air he’d almost fallen down the high curb, would have landed right on his face if it wasn’t for a strong set of arms steadying him.

“Whoa there partner, careful as ya go.” The voice belonging to the man who caught him laughed.

“Oh Jesus, I’m so sorry. I, uh, probably overdid it a little.”

“No kidding, Cole’s home brew’ll do that.”

There was something alluring about the tall, broad cowboy. Perhaps it was the alcohol in his system. Possibly it was because he was painfully lonely and his heart had taken a beating upon finding out Spencer had moved on.

Whatever it was, it led to him happily going home with the man. He knew, even in his drunken state, that it was a bad idea. He knew using some stranger for sex would not make him feel better in the way he wanted.

Yet he did it anyway.

“You ain’t from around here, are ya?” The man asked him, smiling at Luke.

“Is it that obvious?” Luke chuckled.

“I just never forget a handsome face, is all.”

“Oh.” Luke rubbed his neck. “Oh.”

“What’s ya name?” The man proffered a large hand for which Luke shook.

“L-Luke.”

“Mighty strong name, Luke.” He held onto Luke’s hand slightly longer than a normal hand shake. “I’m Grant, it's nice to meet you.”

Grant, as it turned out, lived very close to the bar. Closer than the hotel Luke planned on staying at and insisted it wasn’t a bother for Luke to stay the night. Honestly Luke was a little lost in Grant’s eyes at this point and probably would have agreed to anything.

Grant offered him a strong mug of coffee upon arrival at his ranch. He wasn’t sure what kind of magic it was sprinkled with but it did seem to help him sober up. But maybe not sober enough.

It was Luke who had made the first move. It had been uncoordinated and unplanned. One minute Grant was talking and the next Luke practically flung himself forward on the couch and kissed him.

“Whoa there cowboy,” Grant chuckled lightly, guiding Luke back by his shoulders. “You sure you’re sober enough to be making these kinds of decisions?”

“I know what I’m doing.” Luke spoke, surprisingly coherently. “I know that I want this.”

And at the time he’d meant it, he did want this. He didn’t realise how he would come to regret it later. But Luke had been unintentionally celibate for too long, not quite getting over the hump of his first time post-Spencer.

Maybe if he could allow himself to take that step, healing his broken heart might not be so difficult.

He couldn’t deny even now in the morning light that it had been an amazing night. Grant was unfathomably good in bed, with his hands, with his mouth. Luke had so many orgasms he still felt a little overstimulated this morning.

It probably didn’t help matters that he’d hurriedly agreed to a shared shower this morning in which Grant awarded him release two more times whilst on his knees.

He hadn’t thought of Spencer last night, but he had however succumbed to thoughts of him this morning. Whilst Grant fellated him in the shower, twice, Luke couldn’t help the way his mind raced over a similar scenario years ago, right before Spencer's arrest, before performing such acts became impossible for him.

Luke didn’t know why Grant had insisted on taking him for coffee this morning but now here they were, in awkward silence whilst they both tried to get out of this situation unscathed.

“I, uh,” Luke cleared his throat. “Last night was fun but I’m heading back to DC later today.”

“Wasn’t expecting nothin’ from ya.” Grant chuckled. “I know a one night stand when I see one. Just doing the polite thing, taking you for breakfast.”

“Right,” Luke nodded, gripping his mug. “I’m sorry, I don’t do this very often.”

“Yeah, I can tell.” Grant smirked. “It’s fine, don’t you worry about me. I knew that dog weren’t gonna hunt.”

“Right.” Luke frowned as the saying went over his head.

“I gotta split anyway. It was nice to meet you Luke.” Grant slid out from the booth and got to his feet, picking up his stetson and placing it back on top of his head.

“Yeah, uh, you too.” Luke stayed seated, offering a meek smile to the man.

Grant threw a couple of bills down on the table before turning on the heels of his boots. Luke watched him saunter away, open the cafe door and step outside into the sunshine. Once he was alone, Luke fell back against the chair and rubbed his hands over his face at his own stupidity. You don’t fight fire with fire, but that’s exactly what he’d tried to do.

He closed his eyes and sat perfectly still, his hangover coupled with the aches and gripes from an extreme amount of physical activity encompassing his entire body. He didn’t need to be back at Quantico until tomorrow.

Perhaps he’d get a room and sleep for a few hours, maybe try and see Spencer again when he felt less dizzy and catch a late flight back to Virginia tonight. But obviously the universe had other plans as his phone started to ring.

He grumbled and sat back up, freeing the device from his pocket and groaning at her name flashing on the screen. He sucked in a deep breath before answering it and putting it to his ear.

“Hey Garcia,” he tried to hide his lack of sleep from his voice.

“Hey, I’m sorry to have to do this but there have been some developments, you’re needed back at Quantico ASAP.” She did sound sorry, which was surprising coming from her.

“Right, fine.” He didn’t have the energy to argue with her.

“I’m sorry, I know you really wanted to see boy wonder, I wanted you to see him too.” She was pouting, he could hear it over the phone.

He was silent for a moment or two, staring back at the clock on the wall. He sighed deeply and rubbed his eye with his free hand.

“I did see him. Last night. I couldn’t wait until this morning.” He admitted, knowing she would get the information out of him one way or another.

“Ohemgee, Newbie! Way to bury the leash!” She screeched, causing Luke to grimace at the way his head pounded. “How is he? What did you talk about? Is he okay out there all on his own? Gosh I do worry about that boy all alone. He can’t cook, I bet he’s lost weight, has he lost weight? Without my constant force feeding him cookies I bet he’s lost weight.”

He waited for her to exhaust her line of questioning before he spoke again, sounding incredibly sorry for himself.

“He’s…he’s moved on.” Luke grumbled.

“Moved on? He’s not in Bandera anymore?” Garcia sounded confused.

“No, that's not what I meant.” Luke sighed again, not really wanting to have to spell this out. “He’s moved on…with someone else. I found him in bed with a woman.” He was met by a wave of silence and he knew why. “I’m on speaker aren’t I?”

“Uh, yeah.” Penelope sounded a little guilty. You’ve got Jayje and Em here too.”

“A heads up in the future would be nice.” Luke downed the coffee and forced himself to his feet.

“Sorry, Luke.” Emily’s voice carried down the phone as Luke headed towards the door.

“I had no idea he’d met someone.” JJ added.

“Yeah well, I think it’s been a long time since any of us really knew him.” He threw open the door and squinted at the assault of sunlight when he stepped outside.

“I know this isn’t what you want to hear,” Penelope prefaced and Luke held his breath. “And don’t get me wrong, as much as you grate on me Newbie, I do want you to be happy. That being said, is it wrong of me for wanting the same for Reid?”

Luke huffed down the steps of the cafe towards his SUV.

“No, of course it isn’t.” He agreed. “I want him to be happy too. A part of me is glad that he’s not completely on his own here but it doesn’t stop me wishing that he could have found that happiness with me. Is this what closure is like, Prentiss?”

In Penelope’s bat cave, she and JJ looked at Emily with pinched brows, not having been privy to her conversation with Luke at the San Antonio PD.

“Unfortunately so.” Emily ignored them. “It’s probably better that you know rather than always wondering. You might finally be able to close that book now.”

“I’m, uh, I’m just heading to my car, Garcia can you get me on the next flight back to Virginia?” He changed the subject as he unlocked the SUV and slid inside.

“Of course.” She agreed, without her usual flare. “I’ll have the details sent right over.”

“Thanks. Guess I’ll see you all soon.” He sighed once again.

“Alvez, wait a second.” Emily’s voice sounded again.

There was shuffling in which he ascertained she had taken him off of speaker and left the room.

“Yeah Prentiss?”

“I know this is hard, but don’t let this destroy you. I love Spencer just as much as anyone but he is not known for dealing with his problems in a healthy way. Don’t let him break you. You can do better.”

Luke felt tears sting his eyes and he closed them to stop them falling. He leant back against the driver’s seat.

“Thanks, Em. I’ll try.” He mumbled.

“I mean you’re already trying right?” Emily’s voice had a hint of amusement to it. “What was his name?”

Luke’s eyes shot back open and he stared down at his phone in his hand with a deep frown.

“Excuse me?”

“I might have been keeping tabs on you, a part of me didn’t think you’d make it to Reid’s ranch.” She was smiling, he could hear it in her voice. “I checked your GPS coordinates a few times and you never made it to the hotel.”

Luke shook his head as a dry chuckle left his lips. He wasn’t even surprised.

“His name's Grant, I met him at a bar last night.” Luke confessed.

“Hmm, sounds like it could be promising.” Emily was walking, he could hear her footsteps.

“It was a one night stand. And anyway, we live like two thousand miles apart.” He couldn’t help the way he thought that Spencer would know the exact mileage.

“Distance is nothing.” Emily clucked. “You had a good time, yes?”

“Hmm,” Luke nodded, feeling a pleasurable coiling in his stomach when he thought of last night.

“Sometimes when one story ends, another begins.” She mused. “All I’m saying is, would it be the worst thing in the world if you stayed in touch?”

Luke closed his eyes again, picturing the tall, strong cowboy and feeling a shiver pass up his spine. It would not be the worst thing, far from it.

“I gotta go.” He replied. “Got a couple of things I need to take care of before I head back.”

“Okay,” the amusement danced in her tone. “Good luck with that.”

Luke hung up the phone and started the engine. And as if on muscle memory, he started in the direction of Grant’s ranch.

***

You found yourself alone in bed when you woke up the next morning. For a few moments you felt lighter than air. All of your secrets were out in the open, you and Spencer now knew each other on the deepest level. He’d told you he loved you, things were looking up.

But why were you alone?

And then the panic set in. You lept out of bed and hurriedly threw your clothes back on as your heart thundered inside of your chest. Spencer was turning you in. He was on the phone to Luke getting him back here to have you arrested.

You needed to run.

Your panic was thankfully short lived. Upon rushing out of the bedroom you found a breakfast display much like that he’d left on your doorstep a while ago. A bowl of cereal, a fresh mug of lemon and honey tea and a glass of OJ. This one also had a note to accompany it in his near illegible writing.

I didn’t want to wake you because you looked so peaceful. I’ll be up at the field when you’re awake. Take your time, have breakfast, take a shower or have a bath or something. I’ll always be close by.

Oh and by the way, I love you.

Your heart soared inside your chest and a smile stretched across your face as you read the words over and over again in your head. You felt a small pang of guilt of thinking even for a second he would turn his back on you.

You ate the cereal and drank the tea and orange juice before making your way back through to the bathroom. Catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirrored cabinet you spotted the distinctive red blotchy bruise on the front of your throat from Spencer’s lip sucking on your flesh. It made a warmth spread throughout your body at the mere thought.

You brushed your fingers over it a few times, slightly light headed by the way he had marked you. Eventually you turned away and stripped back out of your clothes before hopping in the shower, allowing the water to cleanse you the way your confessions last night had.

***

Spencer had awoken early, as was the norm for him, and quietly slipped out of bed so as not to disturb you. He showered and washed his hair, one of the harder tasks when only having the use of one hand, and played all the events of the past twelve hours over in his head.

Having Luke show up here could have been Spencer’s unravelling. If Luke had arrived here prior to Spencer meeting you, the events could have transpired a lot differently.

Despite it all, Spencer did still love Luke, there was no denying that even from himself. Before you, Luke was Spencer’s only real tangible love. Of course there had been Maeve but there was always a distance between them, he was never able to love her up close.

Spencer had loved Luke in all the ways he’d ever heard talked about. It was a story book kind of love, the likes of which Spencer never expected to find. Luke was supposed to be the end of Spencer’s story and even sometimes still he struggled to really comprehend that it was over.

Him showing up here could have been detrimental to Spencer’s mental health. If he hadn’t been for you.

He knew already, in spite of how little time he’d known you, that you were the big love of his life. And Luke somehow knew it too.

“You were the love of my life.”

“I know.”

“But I wasn’t yours.”

For the last two years Spencer hadn’t been able to let himself consider the way in which his departure hurt Luke. He only had the capacity to focus on his own well-being.

Maybe that was selfish of him. He disappeared without a goodbye to anyone, he owed Luke a goodbye at the very least.

But Spencer hadn’t thought about the hurt that would cause, could only reconcile himself with his own need to escape. Seeing Luke made him acutely aware of just how much pain his absence had caused.

“I expected…maybe I hoped that I wasn’t the only one still pining like an idiot.”

In truth Spencer had been pining, just not for Luke. Spencer had been pining for his old life, perhaps to a degree that included his ex boyfriend. He ached to go back to the time before prison, before he made the decision to go to Mexico. He yearned to do it over, to at the very least tell someone of his plans and not try and go it alone.

But if he hadn’t gone to Mexico, hadn’t gotten arrested and suffered at the hands of his inmates driving him to leave his former life behind he wouldn’t have ended up in Bandera. He wouldn’t have had that run in with Rusty which left him injured at the side of the road.

He would never have met you.

Was he really so in love with you that he would go through all that trauma again in another life if it meant it led to you? That didn’t seem like a rabbit hole that needed traversing and so he cast it from his mind.

He finished showering and dressed in clean jeans, a grey t-shirt and threw a black flannel shirt over the top while you slept. He ate a bowl of cereal and drank a mug of tea, took his new meds and left you breakfast on the counter before heading out to the stable.

He took the horses one by one up the field, leaving Rusty for last. He practically had to wrestle her bridle on her as she was still belligerent towards him. She huffed and stomped her hooves aggressively but Spencer was never one to be beaten.

Eventually he managed to get the thing over her head and lead her out to join the others. Once free to roam she was quick to Willow’s side. Since the trip to Medina Lake the two mares had been inseparable. Spencer had no idea what had transpired to make the two horses become friends but he wished Rusty would warm up to him the way she had his steed.

It occurred to him then that he would probably have to give this place up. With you on the run and on Luke’s radar there was no way the two of you could stay here. Perhaps you could take Willow and Rusty, but Franklin and Wilbur and his cattle wouldn’t be able to follow. Maybe he’d ask around town if anyone was looking to acquire more land and animals to go with it.

The thought made him a little wistful. He liked his ranch, he liked this life. It had been alien to him at first but in time it had become so beautifully ordinary. Perhaps the two of you could find another ranch somewhere, start over together somewhere Luke or Phil would never find you.

He swallowed that thought down, not wanting to ruin what could be one of his last days here by getting sentimental. He leaned against the fence and watched the horses as they grazed and interacted with one another.

He would surely miss this little slice of paradise.

***

Luke emerged from Grant’s ranch house little over an hour later, his hangover a long distant memory. As he stepped out onto the large porch, he actually had a smile on his face.

“Can’t lie to ya, I’m plumb grateful you decided to come back up here.” Grant smiled at him in the doorway, wearing nothing but a pair of sinfully tight fitting boxers.

Luke felt himself blushing, something he rarely ever did as he took a last look at the strong body leaning against the door jamb.

Grant’s muscles had muscles, every inch of him sculpted to perfection. He wasn’t Luke's usual type, far from it, but there was something so devilishly alluring about the slightly imposing cowboy.

And it didn’t hurt that it was some of the best sex he’d ever had in his life.

“Me too.” Luke confessed, his cheeks burning red.

“Mighty shame you gotta mosey on back up to the city.” Grant smiled a little sadly at him.

“Yeah, it is.” Luke agreed. “I actually came here to ask for your number, maybe? If there’s any chance you’d wanna stay in touch? I know we live really far apart but, uh, I think that I might…quite like you.”

His cheeks were even brighter after his admittance and Grant’s smile grew. He reached out and cupped Luke’s jaw in his hand, drawing him closer so he could kiss him.

“You are one tall drink of ice tea, Luke Alvez.” Grant mumbled against his lips. “And I quite like you too. Gimme ya phone.”

Luke nodded dumbly and pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Grant. Grant was quick to input his number into the device and hand it back to him.

“T-thanks.” Luke stuttered.

“You know I always had a hankering for more than this.” Grant sighed wistfully, casting an open palm across his land. “I was born and raised on this ranch. After my folks died they left this place to me. Never chose this life, it chose me. Always thought I’d get out of the south one day, move to some big city, ya know? New York, LA…maybe even DC. Unless that idea scares ya.”

“Why would it…why would it scare me?” Luke swallowed thickly at the implication.

“You seem like the jumpy sort.” Grant winked at him.

Luke sucked in a really deep breath before slowly exhaling. He briefly checked his watch, he was running out time to make his flight and he still had one more stop to make. But he couldn’t pull himself away.

“I was still processing an old break up. It ended suddenly and I never got any closure. But I think I have now, I think I’m ready to move on.” Luke spoke the words out loud and he truly meant them.

“Well that just makes me wanna slap my mama.” Grant smiled sweetly at him despite Luke’s obvious confusion at his sentiment. “I guess it might be high time for me to reconsider city life. New York, LA…”

“Or DC.” Luke finished him for him.

“Or DC.” Grant nodded, drawing him in for another kiss.

Luke allowed himself another few moments to be swallowed up by this delicious cowboy before he regretfully had to peel himself away before he missed his flight back home. Although in all honesty, he didn’t think that would have been the worst thing in the world.

***

You were finishing your tea at the kitchen counter when you heard footsteps on the gravel outside. You smiled to yourself, turning eagerly in your chair, ready to embrace Spencer upon his arrival.

But it wasn’t Spencer you saw heading towards the lodge.

You quickly slipped off the stool to the floor, scrabbling over to the corner you’d inhabited last night while Spencer and Luke had it out. You pulled your knees to your chest, trembling slightly as Luke Alvez’s heavy footsteps climbed the stairs.

A moment later there was a knock on the door. You held your breath.

Had you gotten Spencer’s affections all wrong? Was he simply placating you, distracting you so he could call Luke back here? It was imminent. Any minute now he would break down that door and slap his cuffs on your wrists before hauling your ass back to prison.

How could you have been so naive?

“Spencer?” Luke’s voice carried through the door as he knocked again. “You here, man?”

You hugged your legs, breathing as shallowly as possible in the hopes he might not realise you were there. If he went looking for Spencer you could quickly make a getaway.

“Look I don’t know if you’re ignoring me or you just don’t wanna talk to me but, uh…” he cleared his throat. “We didn’t forget your birthday. Penelope had a load of gifts FedEx’d out here and she made me promise you’d get them. You know she’d never forgive me if I came home with them. Guess I’ll just leave them here. Happy birthday for Friday.”

You heard a shuffling and soon after the footsteps took to the stairs again. You dared to get to your feet, crouching down below the window and peaking outside.

The back of Luke’s head retreated back towards a dark SUV. You watched as he slipped inside of it and then the engine started. It wasn’t long before he was pulling away.

You frowned to yourself, standing up to your full height. So Spencer hadn’t called him, hadn’t turned you in?

You exhaled a shaky breath and crept to the door. It could have been a trap but you didn’t think it was. Upon opening the door you saw a pile of gifts wrapped with sparkly bows and bright wrapping paper. On top was a stack of cards.

Still frowning, you gathered them all up and carried them to the counter. Varying handwriting adorned the multi coloured envelopes, addressed to the likes of Reid, Boy Wonder, Doc and Spence.

You shook your head. So there was one thing Spencer had kept from you, his birthday.

You made the decision to hide the gifts away, scurrying up to your lodge and stuffing them away in a cupboard.

You wanted to do something nice for Spencer, you owed him after everything he’d done for you. Today was Wednesday, Friday was two days away, you were sure you could come up with something before then. You would just have to work fast to put the wheels into motion.

***

“Remind me again why I can’t come with you?” Spencer’s brows pinched together as he looked up at you with a pout from the couch.

“Is it really such a big deal? I just want to go on my own.” You rolled your eyes. He was so persistent.

You needed to go into town and buy some supplies for the small birthday celebration you were planning for him. Yesterday had been busy with cleaning out the stables and barn and you hadn’t had a second alone to contemplate his birthday. It was now Thursday and you just needed to get away from him for an hour or so, but he was being petulant.

“I don’t like the idea of you going into town on your own.” He grumbled.

“Why, I’ve done it before? And we both know I can handle myself.” You scoffed.

“I…those men at the bar, the way they looked at you…I didn’t like it.” His cheeks flushed red.

You couldn’t help but smile and you sidled closer to him, lowering yourself to sit on his thigh, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Spence, are you jealous?” You smirked at him.

“Yes,” he nodded frantically. “With good reason too, or have you forgotten about making out with Grant?”

“That was different.” You ran your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “You were adamant we were just friends. I’m fairly certain we’re more than that now. I would never cheat on you Spencer, you understand that right?”

“Hmm,” he hummed at the feeling of your fingers in his hair. “Might need a little convincing.”

You chuckled at his whiny words, his lips pouting, desperate to feel yours on his. You relented and offered him a chaste kiss before pulling back.

“That’s your lot.” You went to stand but suddenly Spencer’s hand was round your waist, holding you down.

“No, no. Not enough. Not convinced.” He clung to you.

“Is someone a needy boy today?” You laughed, giving him another soft kiss.

“Hmm,” he nodded. “So needy.”

You allowed him another kiss and this time his hand flew to the back of your head to keep you close. His tongue was parting your lips within a matter of seconds. You couldn’t pull yourself away even if you wanted to, the ferocity of the kiss rendering you instantly dumb.

He pulled you properly into his lap so you were straddling his thighs, before his good hand disappeared under your shirt and his fingers brushed across the skin of your back.

“Spencer,” you mumbled into his lips. “I need to go out.”

“You don’t need to go anywhere. What you need to do is get rid of some of these clothes.”

“Spencer,” your tone was warning.

“Whatever you so desperately need to go out for can wait, surely?” His fingers toyed with your bra clasp beneath your shirt.

“If you hadn’t been so tired last night and fallen asleep before I’d even brushed my teeth, you could have gotten some then.” You pulled back from his lips and poked the tip of his nose with your index finger.

“Are you really going to turn me down? When I could freak out at any second, you have to take these good moments when they come, Y/N.” He allowed himself to joke, joking helped him cope.

Your eyes flit down towards his crotch and the bulge in his slacks. The sight was enough for you to shudder and he knew he had you.

You cupped his jaw in your hand, rubbing your fingers into his ever growing stubble. He looked at you through large doe eyes.

“You are so needy today.” You clucked. “What has gotten into you?”

“I have no idea.” Spencer shook his head. “But can we just go with it?”

“What exactly do you want, Doctor Reid?” You cocked an eyebrow at him and he hissed.

“Fuck, it’s so hot when you say that.” He pulled you back to kiss you again. “T-touch me? P-please?”

You moaned into his mouth and grinded against his lap. Your hands wandered down the fabric of his t-shirt until you came to the hem.

He sat forward so you could lift it over his head, tossing it aside before you helped him remove your own. His fingers were soon back on your bra clasp and he popped it open expertly, practically ripping the garment from your body.

You sat back, looking at him with a smile. His eyes were unashamedly on your chest.

“Don’t just stare, Doctor.” You scoffed, reaching into his lap and palming him through his slacks.

He bucked into your hand with a growl at the same time as he bowed his head, hurriedly taking your nipple into his mouth.

You closed your eyes as his tongue lapped over your hardened nipple. You stroked him through his pants whilst working the button.

Once you had them open you reached straight into his boxers and tugged his shaft free of its confines. He hissed again, teeth grazing against your nipple.

He sat back as you started to stroke him, returning the favour and starting to unbutton your own pants. Much like you he didn’t bother removing them and instead dove his hand straight inside your panties.

You fisted his shaft at the sensation of his finger brushing over your clit. You kept your eyes on each other firmly.

“God I love you,” he panted, rolling his hips into your hand.

“I love you too, Doctor.” You moaned the last word as he pressed against your swollen bud. “And fuck I love those fingers.”

“I feel the same about your hand.” He nodded.

A second finger joined his first, using them both in tandem to rub circles on your clit. You puffed out a heavy breath, causing your breasts to bounce and Spencer’s gaze faltered to them.

“Good god I missed boobs. You have no idea. I am such a boob man.” He was leaning closer again and taking your nipple in his mouth once more.

You moaned and started to increase your speed on his cock, his own fingers working their magic between your legs.

You rocked back and forth on his hand whilst he similarly bucked into your own. He was frantically sucking your nipple, intent on bringing you as much pleasure as physically possible.

It really didn’t take either of you long to orgasm. Somehow the two of you knew each other's bodies so well already that it was such a simple thing for you both to bring the other to your peaks.

Spencer succumbed first, still suckling on your nipple when he came with a loud groan and bucked into your hand. You felt his come spilling over your hand and probably over his pants too.

The feeling of his hot seed on your skin and the way he writhed beneath you as you continued leisurely stroking him tipped you over the edge soon after and you shuddered on top of him while your head fell to your chest.

You collapsed on him, both of you panting loudly and fitfully. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed the top of your head.

“See?” He panted. “Wasn’t that so much better than whatever you were going to do?”

“I’m still going out.” You mumbled into the skin of his sweat slicked chest. “Just as soon as I can get my legs to cooperate.”

It was another five minutes before you were able to move and while you redressed and cleaned yourself up, Spencer went back to pouting at you in his disdain for you leaving him alone.

“You were alone for a long time before I came along, you’ll be fine for an hour. You’re a big tough cowboy, remember.” You chuckled, placing a kiss on his lips before heading to the door.

“I still don’t understand why I can’t come with you.” He grumbled.

“Because I don’t need a chaperone.” You rolled your eyes. “Read a book or something, time will fly by.”

He continued to sulk as you headed for the door and swung it open, before closing it behind yourself. Seconds after you left, Spencer started to spiral. The guilt came in waves, thick and fast. His come was still sticky on his stomach, in his pants. He felt sick out of nowhere.

The thing he felt the most ashamed about was the fact he hadn’t felt ashamed until during the act. He felt guilty for not feeling guilty.

He allowed himself to forget what had happened to him. How could he ever forget? And just like that he was crumbling, tumbling down into an ether he knew all too well.

He embraced it, didn’t try to tether himself, didn’t bother to stop the inevitable. He deserved this, he deserved to suffer for letting himself feel an ounce of happiness.

He wasn’t going to fight it, so instead he let it happen. The anger swelling in his chest, the blurring of his vision. He was ready for it. A part of him welcomed it.

So he fell into the fringes of reality, no longer in control of his own fucked up mind. Divorce the body from the brain. Detach from a world that had only ever wanted him to suffer.

Spencer Reid faded away, or at the very least his mind did. And soon all that was left was a shell of himself, a husk of a man who had seen far too much pain.

He was but an empty vessel. Vacant. Void. Hollow. He surrendered to the momentary bliss he was enveloped into by the promise of detaching from this plane of existence.

This was why he didn’t want you to leave. He was safe when you were here. When you’re gone anything could happen.

And so he simply relented to it. He was so far past the point of being broken that he may as well lean into the fray.

Hello darkness, my old friend.

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