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i am so sorry this threw us so off track 😭 I have a sinus infection that refuses to go away and it's making it really hard to concentrate. I was prescribed a bunch of stuff by my doctor who said it should get it sorted out in a few days, but unfortunately flufftober will definitely be bleeding into november. we WILL complete it, just late. sorry everyone 😔

on another note, though, happy halloween!!! i've been having horror marathons to celebrate while i'm in agony which has been helping my mood :) - mod angel

hi everyone! apologies but flufftober day 23 is going to be late because I took the prompt but I'm currently fighting off a cold and my head is feeling fuzzy which makes it hard to write 😔 I'm really glad everybody has been enjoying flufftober with us so far though! it's really fun :) - mod angel

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Flufftober Day 26: "I can't find it"

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A/N: i had a different idea for this fic but then it got lost in the ether so uhhh have this instead. Happy almost halloween everybody! thank you for being so patient with us omg. These are gonna be a little out of order as we play catch up- mod ghost

Ship: Gale Dekarios x GN!Reader

Summary: The only reason Gale’s tower in waterdeep was even semi organized was because of you, but that didn’t stop him from misplacing even the smallest of things.

“Where is it, where is it!” Gale groaned, shuffling through his mess of a desk in the morning light shining down on him from the open curtains leading out to the balcony. It was early morning, much earlier than when you usually awoke, but the warmth of Gale slowly fading to the cooler room temperature shook you from sleep. So now, you padded out to find him scrambling like a mad man and muttering to himself. 

“What in the hells are you looking for?” You whispered with your voice rough from sleep, gently resting your hand on his shoulder now that you were close enough to touch him. It had apparently startled him, though, since he was so entranced by his search that he didn’t hear you approach. “By Mystra’s eyelashes, when did you get over here?” He exclaimed, clutching his chest like a grandmother with her pearls which made you giggle uncontrollably.

You shook your head at him, gently brushing a strand of hair away that had fallen into his eyes. “I’ll answer your question when you answer mine.��

“Oh—I was looking for one of the grimoires that I needed to take to the academy with me. I’m not…entirely sure where it may have run off to.” Gale scratched at his head while he spoke, looking past you and around the room until you cupped his cheeks which made him stop entirely. 

“Alright, take a deep breath, and then describe the book and then we can look for it together, yeah?” You suggested, to which he nodded while taking a slow and deep inhale. For a moment, he let himself savor the feeling of your touch on his face and the gentle silence of the room. Sometimes, he desperately needed a second or two to just breathe, especially when he’d gotten himself worked into a frenzy. You knew that about him, as well as the fact that he wouldn’t be the one to do it himself, so this was a simple way to sort of reset him, for lack of a better term. Gently forcing him to slow down and think. 

Gale’s dark brown eyes slowly opened again as he sighed just before speaking again. “This…may come as quite the surprise to you, but the book is leather bound.” Before you could comment on just how many leather bound books the wizard owned, a smirk cracked his face and made you realize he wasn’t quite finished talking yet. 

“Right, go on,” You playfully rolled your eyes at him, turning around in his hold to set your sights on the room before you as you felt his hands slide across your waist. His arms then settled around your waist as his chin came to rest upon your shoulder while he continued to speak.

“The front cover also has an engraving of a rose on the front, with ancient runes scrawled underneath.” You could almost picture the book in your mind as he described it, as it was one he carried with him most days. 

After a moment of careful consideration and a thorough glance at the room, you put your hand over his arm that was around your waist before speaking, “…My love, have you checked your study? You usually take it in there after a full day of teaching at Blackstaff.” You asked, turning your head just enough to look at him. 

Without another word, his face scrunched in concentration as he whisked off to the study a few feet away. A few moments later, though, he emerged once more with a wide grin on his face as he held the book over his head, clearly victorious. 

“Have I told you how much I love you?” Gale gave a wistful sigh as he approached, his arms once again looping around you. 

“Once or twice, but I wouldn’t mind hearing it again,” you chuckled, your own arms encircling his neck to pull him ever closer as he kissed you. 

Gale let out a laugh of his own as he pulled away, “I love you.” The way he said it always felt like he was falling for you all over again, like you hadn’t been married for over a year. 

“I love you, too, you goofy wizard you.” You teased him lightly, leaning your forehead against his. 

“Goofy?? You make your husband sound like some sort of loon!” He sounded incredulous, but the smile on his face told you all you needed to know about how he felt when you said that. 

“Yes, but you’re my loon, which is why I’m allowed to say such things.” You grinned mischievously, though quickly distracted as he gave you another short yet sweet kiss before rushing off toward the academy with a promise of returning home later. 

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hi, updating on this because i have sort’ve taken up more of these fics since mod angel is sick, i’m trying my best to get everything up but i have been very eepy so please bear with me!! flufftober will go on!- mod ghost

hi everyone! apologies but flufftober day 23 is going to be late because I took the prompt but I'm currently fighting off a cold and my head is feeling fuzzy which makes it hard to write 😔 I'm really glad everybody has been enjoying flufftober with us so far though! it's really fun :) - mod angel

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Flufftober Day 24: Comfort food

A/N: hi, can you guess who this might be about? lol i’m so happy y’all have been enjoying flufftober so far, we’re in the hOME STRETCH!! so pls enjoy this next one here. also pls pretend this was posted before midnight pls thanks- mod ghost

Summary: Dick is feeling a little under the weather, so you make him something special

Ship: Dick Grayson x GN!Reader

You heard a quiet sniffle before you felt Dick’s too warm forehead against the side of your neck, his head on your shoulder. You turned to give him a gentle kiss on the top of his head as you stir the pot in front of you, gently resting your head on top of his while you feel his arms loop around your waist.

“Hey, mister, what’re you doing out of bed?” You asked softly, not wanting to bother his headache by talking too loudly.

“Cold…” was all he said, letting out another sniffle as he buried his face against your shoulder. “What’re you makin’?”

“I was gonna surprise you, sleepyhead, but since you asked, I called Alfred and asked what he would make for you when you were little and sick.” You took a small spoonful of the soup in the pot to hold up to his mouth for him to try. “And he gave me a recipe for this soup he used to make.”

“Alfred’s magic soup??” Dick’s eyes went wide as he sipped the soup on the spoon, a childlike wonder to his voice along with the congestion, “I’m surprised he gave you the recipe, he must have a lot of faith in this relationship.”

“What, he doesn’t share it easily?” You asked with a chuckle, dropping the spoon into the sink and taking a new one to stir with.

“You’d be the first person in the history of…well, ever. He protects those recipes with his gun from the British Civil War.” Dick tightened his hold on you after coughing pitifully into his elbow. You poured him a bowl of the soup then turned around in his arms while picking his head up to look him in the eyes. You gently ran your thumbs over his cheekbones as he glanced up at you with wet dark blue eyes.

“You should go sit down on the couch. I’ll bring the soup over to you,” you spoke in the softest voice you could muster, watching him consider this for a minute. You were surprised when he gave in so easily, though, considering that at the start of the day he was denying being sick at all. It was a telltale sign of how awful he felt. He shuffled away from you to drop onto the couch heavily, tugging the closest blanket he could find over himself. You joined him a few moments later with a bowl of the ‘magic’ soup for each of you. You handed him his bowl before you sat next to him with yours, tucking your legs next to his under the blanket.

It was quiet in the room outside of some rain hitting the windows and the low sounds coming from the tv. You turned your head to ask if he thought the soup tasted good, only to find him asleep. Dick’s head was tilted back against the couch and the mostly empty bowl lay in his lap, his mouth slightly open as he quietly started to snore. You chuckled softly at the sight and gently took the bowl from him, kissing his temple and taking both dishes to the kitchen.

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hi everyone! apologies but flufftober day 23 is going to be late because I took the prompt but I'm currently fighting off a cold and my head is feeling fuzzy which makes it hard to write 😔 I'm really glad everybody has been enjoying flufftober with us so far though! it's really fun :) - mod angel

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Flufftober Day 22: “Wait, you love me?” “I always have”

(alternative to Heirloom from last year’s favorites list)

A/N: apologies if this is shit, post con ghost is sad and drained today. Also, I watched a very specific episode of X-Men ‘97 that made me want to write happy Gambit so here that is. - mod ghost

Ship: Remy LeBeau x Mutant GN!Reader

Summary: After a particularly nasty fight, Remy lands in the Mansion’s Medical Lab on painkillers

You and Remy usually weren’t on separate missions, but on this occasion, you were and he had gotten hurt. So, like any person who cared about their boyfriend as deeply as you do, you rushed back to the Mansion to make sure he was okay.

He was asleep when you got there, a thick bandage wrapped around his forehead and the blanket tucked up to his chin. You stepped closer to him until you were at his bedside, the steady beeping of the EKG oddly comforting in this situation.

“He’ll be fine, dear, just needs some rest.” Hank assured you, patting your shoulder before leaving the two of you alone. He seemed to be able to tell that you needed it, to just be with Remy.

You sat with him for hours, one of your hands holding his and the other slowly rubbing back and forth on his chest while being careful of the bandage that was strapped there.

“Petite, my partner’s gonna have a word or two wit’ you if they see you rubbin’ up on me like dat.” Gambit spoke up suddenly, looking up at you from where he lay with his dark eyes.

You pause to chuckle as you realize what he said, shaking your head at him, “I am your partner.” There was a brief moment of silence as he looked you over, his EKG suddenly getting much faster and louder then slowing back to its normal pace as he calmed back down with a quiet utterance of “Oh…”

“You’re lucky I love you.” You couldn’t contain your laughter, your hand moving from his chest to his hair to gently card through it.

“Wait, you love me?” He emphasized your words, realizing the gravity of what you’d said before even you. Which was somewhat incredible, given his current state. It was the first time you’d ever said that to him.

You didn’t want to freak him out right now, though, so you nodded as your hand continued its trek through his long red hair, “Damn straight, I always have.” You confirmed, leaning forward to gently kiss his forehead, “but go back to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up. Beast’s orders that you get rest.”

“Forget the ol’ coot right now, chère, I have more important matters on my mind.” He grabbed your shoulder before you could fully pull back from kissing his forehead, tugging you back down to press your lips to his. It was soft and sweet, a contrast to how he usually kissed you when he’d arrive home from a mission, though it was brief since he was still aching. “Gambit loves you very much, chère. Remember it.”

“I will, swamp rat. But only if you get some sleep.” You teased him, covering his eyes with your hand to make him laugh.

“Alright, okay, fine. C’mere, though.” Remy tugged on your arm until you were laying down beside him, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as he adjusted the blanket to compensate both of you.

“Remy—“ You tried to stop him, but eventually gave in as he cut off any protests you were about to give him.

“Don’ worry about Hank, I’ll take it up wit him. I missed my chère and he’ll have to deal wit dat.” Gambit tutted, pressing a kiss to your forehead just like you had his and kept you held close to his side as the pain meds eventually won out. Pushing him back to sleep and getting the rest he so badly needed. You didn’t disturb him, letting him rest and slowly falling asleep yourself as you rested your head against his chest.

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Flufftober Day 21: Bonfire

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A/N: hi, post con ghost is here to provide you with your next fic live from his bed lol. hope y’all have been enjoying everything thus far!- mod ghost 

Ship: Astarion Ancunin x GN!Reader

Summary: Winding down with not only the party, but Astarion 

After a particularly long day of adventuring, settling in at camp always seemed to make any and all problems melt away. Tonight was no different, however, as you and your companions got yourselves comfortable for the night. There wasn’t quite anything like sitting around a campfire with a group of the people you were closest to in the world, whether you were connected by mindflayer parasites or not.

Gale, being the self-assigned camp cook, made a hearty stew from all of the various things you’d foraged throughout the day which was honestly the best any of you’d eaten in weeks. He was a good cook, and you felt guilty that he had to work with such measly ingredients most of the time, but he had signed up to do it so voluntarily that you assure yourself he doesn’t mind as much as you think he might.

So now, you sat on the ground with a warm bowl in your lap and your friends around you but before you could wonder what you might be missing, you felt a hand gently landing at the small of your back with warm breath ghosting over your ear.

“Miss me, darling?” You heard a familiar voice whisper before you see Astarion sat down beside you.

“Always, my love. Where were you?” You asked softly, his hand gently coming to rest on your thigh as the two of you spoke.

“Never mind that just now, hm? We can talk more about it later, when there’s less of an…audience.” He glanced around the fire, his ears twitching much like some of the cats you’ve seen in the lower city.

“Is it that much of a secret?” You chuckled as you watched him practically hiss at the thought of company. No matter how he seemed to dislike all of your friends, you knew that he truly did care about them.

“Do the lovebirds wanna share what they’re whispering about with the rest of the class?” Karlach yelled from across the fire, making Shadowheart laugh which you couldn’t remember seeing her do before. You feel Astarion tense next to you, showing vulnerability being something he was still incredibly new to.

Before he could speak, you answered loudly, “I dunno, do they?” You saying that made both girls blush in the dim light of the campfire as Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Lae’zel, and Minthara suddenly quieted to also listen to the conversation. Everyone in this camp was a sucker for gossip, you swear. When the roar of conversation around you resumed, Astarion smirked as he leaned in close to you again, “I’m impressed, darling, I must be rubbing off on you”

“Or you’re just bringing out a side of me that was already there.” You returned his smug energy, crossing your arms and leaning into his side as his arm settled easily over your shoulder. No one was paying much attention to either of you anymore, which made it easier for him to be soft with you. Showing any kind of PDA this genuinely felt awkward and stilted for him at times as he was still getting used to someone caring about him this deeply, but it was easier when he was mostly shrouded in shadow or when the rest of the party were wrapped up in other things.

One by one, each of your friends excused themselves to one tent or another and the fire dulled down to a quiet roar compared to what it once was, leaving you and Astarion under the stars together once again.

Speaking of the stars, Astarion was currently staring up at them, watching the night sky as if something was about to fall from it. You didn’t say anything at first, not wanting to disturb him. He had an almost childlike wonder to him right now, watching the stars glint and shine from however many millions of miles away they were. Though, he could seemingly feel your eyes on him, since he stopped only a moment or two later.

“Apologies, I–”

You gently put your finger to his lips, shaking your head, “You don’t have to apologize, the stars are amazing. I want you to be able to love the beauty of the dark as well as the majesty of daylight.” You whisper, resting your head on his shoulder as you add a little more fuel to the fire to keep the two of you warm. For once, Astarion didn’t argue, he just tilted his head back up toward the sky and continued to stargaze. You, however, watched him more than you watched the stars, admiring how the light of the moon mixed with the fire’s glow on his face to make his face look like a masterpiece.

“Do you think I’ll be able to walk in the sun without the power of the parasite again?” Astarion whispered, his voice almost broken and pained.

“I’d like to think so, but I don’t want to promise you something I’m unsure I can give you. We will find a way for you to thrive in this life again, though. You can trust me on that.” You slipped your hand in his as you spoke, giving it a gentle squeeze. He silently nodded, watching the sky as if he was staring through the darkness straight to the gods and begging them to give him a second chance at living.

The rest of the night was spent in mostly silence, sitting by the fire as it slowly died out and you giving him silent comfort mainly just by being there. You eventually fell asleep together, laying under the blanket of fiery stars above you in each other's arms.

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Flufftober Day 20: Paw

A/N: i was half tempted to write this one about Gambit with his cats because we met A.J. LoCascio but i love Dick and Haley entirely too much i’m so sorry - mod ghost

Ship: Dick Grayson x GN!Reader

Summary: Waking up in the middle of the night to a fluffy surprise

You were mostly still asleep when you felt how cold the bed had gotten. Dick must’ve still been out doing his thing as Nightwing then. You shifted and started to get up, rubbing your eyes as you heard the familiar sounds of him getting home.

But then you heard a bark.

That wasn’t usually a sound you heard in your apartment, considering there were no dogs in it, so you were about to investigate when light from outside the room started to shine in. The room was pitch black other than some street lights, since it was the middle of the night, so all you saw was Dick’s silhouette as he opened the bedroom door.

“Hey, sorry…did I wake you up?” Dick, still fully dressed as Nightwing minus the mask, greeted you as he stepped in the door and closed it behind him. He had both of his hands behind his back, clearly holding something that he was hiding from you.

“It’s okay, you didn’t. But what do you have behind your back?” You asked as he stepped closer, clearly watching him struggle with whatever it was. You could’ve sworn you even heard a soft but distinctly dog-like whimper from behind him.

“…Nothing.” Dick grinned, trying to seem innocent.

Another bark, though much louder now, proved that that was a lie.

“Do you have a dog?” You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms, chuckling at your silly boyfriend.

“…Possibly.” Dick’s grin was more sheepish than before, which made it obvious that he was definitely hiding a dog behind his back.

“Dick, show me the dog! I wanna see the dog, gimme.” You shuffled toward him as he stood at the end of the bed, holding your arms out once you were sitting on your knees in front of him.

“Okay, fine, but be warned; she’s very cute.” He pulled the puppy from behind his back, revealing a three-legged gray and white pitbull who immediately pushed herself from Dick’s hand into your arms.

You caught her immediately, petting her as she licked at your face which made you laugh. “Oh my god, she’s adorable! Where did you get her??”

“She was getting attacked by some bullies on the street because she’s only got three of her legs,” he scratched the top of her head as he spoke, “so I did as any vigilante worth his salt would do, I saved her.”

“Can we keep her??” You asked excitedly, your eyes briefly leaving the dog to look at him.

“I don’t see why not?? She doesn’t have a collar or anything. I kinda may have already picked out a name for her, too.” He laughed, watching how you interact with the puppy with the look of an idiot in love.

“Really?? What is it?” You weren’t at all surprised that he’d already become that attached to her, Dick had the biggest heart of anyone you’d known.

“Haley, I think it really suits her.” Dick spoke fondly, petting her back as she settled in your lap.

“Aww, I really like that. Welcome to the apartment, Haley Grayson.”

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Flufftober Day 19: Yarn

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A/N: this is the first thing that popped into my head when I saw the prompt and it’s very fitting considering we are literally at comic con as I’m posting this 😆 - mod angel

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: You watch as Spencer makes his scarf for the convention that he’s attending with you and Garcia.

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“You could’ve just bought a scarf, you know.”

Spencer was sitting on the couch, knitting needles in hand, hard at work making the scarf for his Fourth Doctor costume.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He countered, shrugging. “I think it would be nice to make it myself.”

You shrugged, standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, sipping a cup of tea. “You’ve just been working on it for a long time. I didn’t know if you were staring to regret it.”

He shook his head. “I don’t regret it. It’ll be an accomplishment when I finish it.” He pointed to a spool of yarn across the table. “Can you hand me the blue?”

You walked over, placing your mug on a coaster that sat on the table and reaching for the blue yarn.

“Thanks,” he flashed a smile at you as he took the yarn from you. “Do you think it’s looking good so far?”

You sat down next to him, giving him a peck on the cheek. You looked at the rows of beige, red, and black that he had so far. “Yeah! It’s nice to see the progress you’ve been making.”

“See, that’s why I want to knit it myself!” He smiled warmly. “It’s not as satisfying to just buy something from the store.”

“You’re making me feel lame for just wearing an old dress with the TARDIS design on it,” you laughed, resting your head on his shoulder and looking at his hands working deftly on the scarf.

“It’s not ‘lame,’” he shrugged, pausing for a moment to give you a kiss on the cheek. “Especially with how cute you look in it.”

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and resting your chin on his shoulder. “Is it a little too sappy that we’re doing couples’ costumes?”

“Not really,” he shrugged. “Garcia’s going to be matching, too. It’s less ‘couples costumes’ and more ‘group costumes.’”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you smiled. “I think it’s going to be nice having all of us matching.”

“Yeah!” He replied excitedly. “I was never able to do this before.” He stopped knitting for a moment to smile at you. “And the best part is I get to do it with you.”

You chuckled warmly. “Alright, that’s enough being cheesy for one day.” You leaned in to kiss his nose, making him smile in return. “The convention is soon, you don’t have that much time to finish this scarf; it’s not going to knit itself.”

He laughed, returning his attention to the yarn in front of him.

You watched him basically all day, watching the scarf grow longer and longer, eager to spend all this time with Spencer.

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Flufftober Day 18 - Rainy Day

(alternative used instead of Bewitched)

A/N: hello i think about writing a “going to church with matt” fic every time my family makes me go to church and now I finally did it, hope you enjoy :) - mod angel

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: You told Matt about growing up going to church, and he asked you to accompany him to his usual service.

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You were making your way down the sidewalk, the rain making it slippery under your feet. You were realizing the heels you decided to wear were a bad idea, since you kept stumbling while you were walking.

“I feel like I should be the one leading you right now,” Matt chuckled, holding onto your arm, his cane stretched out in front of him.

You rolled your eyes, clutching his arm a little tighter. “You try wearing heels in the rain,” you scoffed, your feet starting to slide out from under you again before Matt caught you in his arms.

He grinned. “Do I not have enough of a disadvantage?” He asked, pushing his glasses up, chuckling warmly.

You shook your head, pointing a finger at him. “Don’t try to use the ‘helpless blind man’ bit on me, Matthew. I know better.”

He laughed, pulling you a bit tighter as he held your arm. “You didn’t have to get dressed up, you know. It’s just a normal Sunday service.”

“Yeah, I know…” you sighed, shrugging. “But… I dunno, I haven’t been to church in a long time. I felt like I needed to look nice for my first time back.” You rubbed the back of your head. “It probably sounds stupid…”

“It’s not stupid,” he reassured you. “You look nice. I just don’t want you killing yourself before we get there.”

You rolled your eyes. “You can’t see me, Matt.”

“I don’t need to see you to know you look nice,” he murmured, his hand finding yours and linking your fingers together, still holding onto your arm.

You smiled, a slight blush on your cheeks. He probably heard your heartbeat speeding up; he always knew what to say to make your heart soar. “So… is there anything that changed in the church that I need to know about so I don’t look like an idiot?”

“That depends,” he started. “Have you been to church since 2010?”

“Yes,” you laughed. “I was there when they changed the responses, I just didn’t know if there were any more changes.”

He laughed with you, the sound of his voice like music to your ears. “No, I think you’re all caught up,” he replied as you finally got to the church doors.

As you stepped in, holding the door for Matt, you took in your surroundings: rows and rows of pews amidst a high ceiling, stained glass turning the sun into all sorts of different colors that shone through the room.

You felt a tug on your arm, realizing that you had started to wander away from the blind man attached to your arm.

“Oops, sorry,” you chuckled, patting his hand. “Forgot you were there.” You pulled him closer again, taking his arm.

“Maybe I should get a dog,” Matt laughed. “At least they wouldn’t leave me behind.”

“I did not ‘leave you behind,’” you said in a slightly mocking tone. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop,” he promised. “Let’s just sit down.”

You were able to get through Mass with no issues, all of the prayers coming out of you instinctively. You held Matt’s hand tight during the Our Father, and he snuck a quick kiss during The Sign of Peace, smirking as he could sense the flush in your cheeks.

“That wasn’t so bad, right?” Matt said after Mass as you were walking out of the building.

“No, it was kind of nice,” you admitted. “Much better than when I was forced to go with my family as a kid.”

“We can make this a weekly thing, if you want,” he suggested, tapping his cane in front of you as he held your hand. “It would be nice to have some company.”

“Yeah,” you smiled, giving his hand a squeeze. “I think I could do that,” you responded as you started to slip on the wet pavement, cursing as Matt caught you again.

“As long as you make it to next week,” he laughed. “I think you should dress more comfortably next time.”

“Well, hopefully it just won’t be raining next time,” you shrugged. “For now, let’s just go home.”

“I was thinking we could go out to breakfast,” he suggested. “The true experience of getting breakfast right after church.”

“Well, I am hungry,” you admitted. “Can we go somewhere I can get an egg sandwich?”

“Yeah, whatever you want,” he smiled. “We’ve got all morning.”

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Fluftober Day 17: Only One Bed

A/N: hi, I wrote this on a train to a convention, enjoy in public at your own risk- mod ghost

Ship: Dick Grayson x GN!Reader

Summary: traveling out of Blüdhaven to help Bruce with Dick and making a pitstop along the way

You and Dick were on the tail end of a mission together, and pooling both of your remaining spare change together had earned you a room for the night. Though, when you got there, there was only…

“One bed, huh?” Dick scratched at the back of his neck as he looked over the moderately cozy looking queen while speaking.

“Looks like it,” you replied as you stepped into the bathroom to inspect the overall state of it.

“I can take the floor,” You both offered at the same time, which caused the room to fall silent for a moment.

“…well, someone has to take the bed.” Dick sighed, running a hand through his hair, “otherwise, why are we even here?”

“It should be you,” you point at him, but if you were any closer you would have poked him in the chest. “You’ve been driving all day.”

“I’m trying to be…y’know, chivalrous.” He shrugged, not looking at you. Something was clearly making him nervous and flustered. Either that, or he was exhausted, which was all the more reason for him to take the bed, in your opinion.

“I don’t want you to break your back for me on some gross motel floor, Grayson. Take the bed.” You gestured to the bed, turning away from him before you heard him speak up again with a “No.”

“Would you feel better if I was in the bed with you?” You spun back around to take a step closer to him, looking up at him with a smirk.

“What’re you suggesting here?” His own face lit up with a similar smirk as he spoke, with a barely noticeable blush on his cheeks.

“Merely pointing out the fact that neither of us have to take the floor if we can share the bed. Like adults,” You raise an eyebrow at him, “unless you’d rather sleep on whatever grossness exists in the fibres of this carpet.”

His entire face scrunched up in disgust as he put his hands up in defeat. “Alright, okay, I’m convinced.”

“Really? Cause I could keep going if you want—“

Dick chuckled, shaking his head, “No, no, that was a pretty sufficient description, thanks. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” He brushed past you, gently touching your shoulder as he went to make for the bathroom.

“Um, where do you think you’re going?” You quirk one eyebrow at him, crossing your arms as you watch him move.

“The…bathroom?” He pointed to the door that stood slightly opened, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I stink. You’re already making me share a bed with you, do not deprive me of a nice warm shower, too,” he joked, his grin obvious as he crossed his own arms over his chest.

“I just wanted to brush my teeth at—hey, let’s get one thing straight, okay? I am not making you do anything, especially not sharing a bed with me.” You scoff, rolling your eyes at him. “But please just let me get in there for a few minutes before you shower? I just have to do some last minute maintenance before bed.”

He sighed as he relented, “Alright, but it’ll be your funeral if you don’t let me shower.”

“I know, I’m very aware of how stinky you can get.” so You laughed as you rushed past him into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you before he could get another word in.

At first, he didn’t mind. He set about laying his clothes on the side of the bed he wanted to claim and other general things around the room. That was until he heard the shower go on. Dick rushed to the door to listen, and it was definitely the shower.

He tried the door, and you had made the mistake of leaving it unlocked, so he slowly slid it open while trying his best not to make a sound. You, fortunately for him, haven’t heard anything so he continued inside as he slid his shirt off over his head. Dick briefly checks to make sure you haven’t heard him yet, but his training with Batman seemed to be paying off considering you hadn’t shown any signs of being disturbed.

He peeked his head into the shower curtain after most of his clothes had joined yours on the floor, grinning and climbing into the shower as you finally took notice of him. You had turned around as gasped in surprise and grabbed the nearest object in the shower you could find to defend yourself, you probably would’ve screamed if you hadn’t realized it was him.

You smack his shoulder as he fully gets in, standing a few inches in front of you in the small motel shower, “what’re you doing?! You scared me half to death!” You yelled as he reached over your shoulder to grab the body wash from behind you.

“I did say it’d be your funeral if you cost me a shower, and I’m not about to just stand by and let you use up all the hot water.” His cheeky grin was still ever present on his face, pouring some of the soap into his hands.

“And you were the one that was complaining about sharing a bed with me.” You rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time that night and went about continuing your shower, continuing to wash your hair and trying to ignore the flutter that happened in your chest when he had joined you.

“I wasn’t complaining…but you seem awfully calm for someone who was about to beat me over the head with a shampoo bottle a few minutes ago.” Dick teased easily, leaning in close over your shoulder to whisper in your ear.

“I thought you were a murderer that was sneaking into my shower to stab me.” You chuckled, though you couldn’t ignore the blush that darkened your cheeks all the same.

“You don’t think I’d protect you from something like that?” his arms looped around your waist as he spoke, the warmth of his body right behind yours not going unnoticed. He was practically pressed against your back now, only an inch or two of space separating you as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“No, I…I do…It was just a spur of the moment panic type thing. I don’t normally have people sneaking into the shower with me to uh, to hold me like that.” You put your hand over both of his where they had ended up on your stomach, your thoughts racing and your heart pounding in your ears so loud that you could barely hear him.

“Right, but you are kinda glad it’s me and not a murderer, right?” You heard a laugh rumble from deep within Dick, as if he somehow knew just how much he was flustering your right now.

“I-um, I wouldn’t know. If it were a murderer, I’d probably be dead,” you started as you turned around to face him, “because shampoo bottles are…terrible…” You trailed off as you met his eyes, his eyebrow raised and his smug smirk still on his face.

There was a beat of silence between the two of you before you both leaned in, your lips meeting in the middle in a tender kiss. You both instinctively stepped closer to each other as you did, your chests pressed together as your arms went around his neck and his moved to hold your waist.

You pulled away for air when you started to feel the hot water turn cold, your forehead pressed to his, “Is this what you had in mind when you climbed into the shower with me, Grayson?”

“Not exactly, but I’ll take it.” He left another soft kiss to the tip of your nose.

“I guess sharing that bed doesn’t seem so bad now, huh?” You joked, chuckling as he started laughing.

“No, but it never seemed that bad to begin with for me.” One of his hands left your waist to gently brush your hair from your face once you’d moved your head back to look at him.

“We should both get out and go to bed, though. It was already late when we got here and we have an early morning tomorrow.” You started to detangle yourself from him, as much as you didn’t want to, so you could escape the spray of the shower.

“I’m gonna take advantage of whatever hot water we have left to get rid of the stink, you go on ahead.” He offered his hand to help you step over the tub part of the shower, which you gratefully took.

You left him in the shower, though, your body still a bit numb from all the electric adrenaline that had shot through you. You got changed into pajamas after drying off, prepping for bed as he finished his shower.

He apparently was much quicker at doing so than you, however, because by the time you were done changing, he was on his way back into the room itself. You turned around to see him wearing nothing but one of the motel room towels, the white fabric not covering much of him.

You had to physically stop yourself from staring as he walked into the room to change into his own pajamas.

“Like what you see?” You heard him speak up from across the room and of course, it was to tease you again.

“Didn’t you get enough evidence of that in the shower?”

Dick stepped over to you as you plugged your phone in by the nightstand, “I don’t mind getting a little more.” He had his boxers on now, his body still slick with water as he slid one hand around your waist again, pressing a kiss to the back of your head.

“Maybe you can if you ask really nicely.” You looked up at him as some of the water from his hair dripped onto the floor.

“Not tonight. You were right when you said we have to get to bed.” He kissed the top of your head, walking away to finish getting changed.

You vaguely wondered if he was doing all of this on purpose as you watched him cross the room again.

Once you’d both settled into the bed, you were much closer than you originally thought that you would be. You could feel his warm breath on the top of your face as your head settled against the pillow.

“Is this okay?” He whispered, gently reaching up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You nodded, meeting his eyes again and taking a mental note of all the different colors that made up the dark blue of his eyes. “It’s more than okay…Actually,” you moved so that your head was cushioned by his chest. “This is much better.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, his hand coming up to run through your hair. “I think that’s definitely more comfortable.”

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Innocent Love

Flufftober Day 16: “Yes, No, Maybe” + bonus prompt “I’ve Got You.” (this one gets an actual title because i was planning on posting this as a regular fic)

A/N: I don’t think this is quite what the prompt meant (and the words are out of order) but I was already in the middle of writing this when we decided we were doing flufftober and had written that line so I figured I’d use it for this prompt 🫶🏻 - mod angel 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: After talking through some emotional concerns, you and Spencer finally feel comfortable getting intimate with each other. 

CW: very fluffy smut (18+), mutual loss of virginity, discussion/description of SA (based on the memories he talked about in 3x16)

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You were sitting on the couch, originally watching a movie that had since been forgotten about. Your hands were tangled in Spencer’s hair, your lips against his, your kisses feeling like they were the air you need to breathe. 

You pulled away for a moment, both of you trying to catch your breath, your heart pounding as if you just ran a marathon. You looked at each other, letting out a little laugh, still holding onto each other. 

“Do you remember anything that happened in the last 20 minutes of this movie?” He asked, still laughing softly. 

You laughed harder, shaking your head. “No, I was focused on something way more important,” you murmured, grinning as you pulled him in for another kiss. 

He hummed against your lips, his hands automatically coming to hold your face, and you were back to kissing fervently. 

After a few more minutes of this, you slowly pulled him on top of you, never breaking the kiss, your hands tangling in his hair. You could feel his heart beating fast against yours, as you slowly slid one hand under his shirt…

Suddenly, he pulled away, wincing, his breath shallow and shaky. You pulled your hand back, holding it out in front of you. “I’m sorry, was that too much?” You asked, worried that you were going to scare him off. You hadn’t been dating for too long, and you didn’t want to rush things, but it had just felt… right. 

He hesitated, still catching his breath. “No… Yes? Maybe? I…” He sighed, and you could feel his breath on your face since he was still so close to you. “I don’t know…”

You reached up to touch his face, consoling him and giving him a soft smile. “Let’s stop for now, okay?”

He nodded, sitting up, running his hand through his hair and taking a deep breath. “Sorry…” he muttered, looking at you apologetically. 

You shook your head, putting your arm around him. “Nothing to be sorry about,” you assured him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he replied, his breath finally going back to normal. “I just… I-I don’t know,” he sighed, as if he was frustrated with himself. “I haven’t… I don’t…” he kept stumbling through starts of sentences he never finished. 

You pat his shoulder in a comforting gesture, letting him know you understood. You were trying to think of words yourself; you and Spencer had gotten far enough in your relationship that it was probably time to have a “talk,” but you felt shy about it. It was a slightly uncomfortable topic, especially since you didn’t know how to bring up your total lack of experience without sounding like a complete loser. 

He took your hand off his shoulder to hold it, linking your fingers together. The sweet gesture gave you the bit of courage you needed to keep talking. 

“So…” you started hesitantly, “do you… want to do… that, someday?” You tried not to blush, it shouldn’t be this big of a deal to talk about it. “Because some people don’t, and that’s totally okay too, and I really wouldn’t mind if-“

“No, I do,” he cut off your babbling. “I… I really want to try this with you. I just…” He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t… have any actual experience with… that, but I’ve had some experiences kinda… related to that, and they were… bad.”

You were kind of relieved to hear the first part of that, but hearing the last part of what he said made you furrow your brows. “I… also don’t have any experience, if that makes you feel better.” You rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand. “But, the other thing… Do you want to talk about it?”

He closed his eyes for a moment, just letting himself feel your calming touch. “I just… I’m worried I’ll start to freak out.” He sighed, gripping your hand a little tighter. “It’s… kind of a long story.”

“Well, I’m more than willing to listen,” you replied softly. “Besides, I’ve got nothing better to do.”

That caused him let out a soft chuckle, making you smile. “Okay, well… it started when I was in high school.” He stared into the distance as he talked, almost as if he was somewhere else, describing the events happening. “I was… well, less than popular in school, which I guess is to be expected when you graduate at 12.”

You nodded, giving his hand a little squeeze to try to ground him. You’re sure that wherever he was right now, it wasn’t a good place. 

He closed his eyes, taking another deep breath. “And… sometimes, people would just pretend to like me, and I didn’t know any better and I just believed them.” He gave your hand another squeeze. “One day… one of the girls in my class came up to me, and she said her friend wanted to meet me, and I was excited because I thought I liked her, and the idea of someone liking me was, like, unheard of at the time…”

You frowned, starting to soothingly stroke his hand with your thumb. He’d told you about his time in school being emotionally difficult, but he never told you any specifics. 

He opened his eyes again, still not looking at you. “So I met this friend at the time she told me, and when I got there… she was there, but it wasn’t just her; the whole football team was there, and…” His eyes were starting to water now. “And they… took my clothes off and they tied me to the goal posts… and they just laughed at me when I begged them to let me go.”

“Oh, Spence,” you whispered, reaching up to wipe away the tears that were rolling down his cheeks. “That’s awful.”

He sniffled, looking like he was trying to hold his breath so he wouldn’t cry. He reached up to touch your hand that was on his face, closing his eyes again. 

You felt your heart breaking at his story. How could people be so mean to him? Especially when he was so young and vulnerable.

You pulled him into a tight hug, stroking his hair soothingly. “It’s okay now, honey,” you cooed in his ear. “I’ve got you. No one’s ever going to hurt you like that ever again.”

“I know…” he sighed, his voice still a little wobbly. “But I just… can’t forget it, and when you started to take my shirt off, it just brought me right back there.” He hugged you a little tighter, burying his face in your shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to spoil the moment…”

You shook your head. “You have nothing to apologize for, Spence,” you assured him. “I would never ask you to do something you weren’t ready for.” You pulled back slightly to look at him, pushing his hair back so you could look in his eyes. “If you want to try to go further, we can take things slow, okay? We can take our time.”

He nodded, looking up at you with those big, sad eyes of his. “Yeah, I think I like that idea.” He gave you a soft smile. 

You smiled back, kissing his forehead. “C’mon, let’s finish this movie.”

“I think we’re gonna have to rewind it,” he laughed softly, sitting up again. “I barely even remember what movie we were watching.”

…

You both kept your word about going slow. Every time you were alone together, you started to slowly get further and further. He eventually got comfortable with you taking his shirt off, and you both got a bit more comfortable letting your hands roam. 

One day, everything seemed to fall into place, and you were both finally ready. 

Spencer had come home after a rare slow day at the BAU, and he scooped you into his arms immediately when he entered your apartment. 

He was on you instantly, pulling you close and kissing you, his hands gently gripping your face as you fell back onto the couch. You let out a surprised hum against his lips, your hands tangling in his hair as the kiss started to get very heated. You took his tie off, throwing it on the side of the couch. He let you unbutton a few of the top buttons on his shirt, eventually breaking the kiss to look at you with half-lidded eyes. 

“Can we… go to the bedroom?” he asked softly, panting from the intense kiss. 

Your eyes widened slightly. “Are you sure?” you whispered back, reaching up to touch his face. 

He nodded, putting his hands over yours. “I’m sure. If… if you want to, that is…”

You nodded immediately, standing back up as you both walked to the bedroom, Spencer pulling you by your hand as you both giggled excitedly. 

You closed the door behind you, and Spencer slowly walked towards you, pulling you in by your waist. He kissed you, slower this time, with more intention. His hands slowly slid up your sides as his tongue slipped into your mouth. 

You let out a dreamy sigh, hugging him tightly. You lifted your arms as you let him pull your shirt off, tossing it off to the side somewhere. You unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, and it joined yours on the floor as you fell back on the bed, Spencer quickly moving on top of you, his touch on your body feather light. 

His hands worked achingly slow, feeling every inch of you. Starting at your neck, slowly sliding down your arms, back up your waist… his touch so gentle you might not have felt it, if you weren’t paying attention. 

But, oh, you felt it. It felt like electricity was flowing through your body with every touch of his fingertips. He looked into your eyes as his hands kept roaming your body, you never thought you could feel so loved by somebody.

Eventually, his hands came to slowly push down your bra straps, making your breath catch in your throat. “Can I take this off?” He asked, his voice soft and sweet like honey. 

You nodded, sitting up so he could reach your back to unhook it. After a few moments, it joined the rest of your clothes on the floor. 

You looked up at him, and he was looking into your eyes. His eyes were slightly widened, and he seemed as though he was keeping himself from looking at you. 

You let out a warm laugh, reaching up to touch his face. “You’re allowed to look, Spence.”

He blushed as his eyes roamed down your body, leaning you back so you were laying down again. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, his hands resuming their search on your body. You closed your eyes, just letting yourself feel the sensation. 

Eventually, his hands reached your chest, making you gasp lightly. Your eyes opened instinctively as you felt him hesitate. “Is… is that okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you stammered, your face slightly flushed. “It’s just… new. But not bad.” You looked up at him sheepishly. “It feels… nice.”

He gave you a soft smile, his head coming down to meet yours, your foreheads and noses touching. His hands resumed the soft touch, making you let out a soft moan when he touched the sensitive part of your skin. 

He kissed your forehead, then your cheek, then started planting soft kisses down your neck and your shoulders until his lips finally found your breasts. You let out a gasp, your eyes closing as your hands tangled in his hair. Your heart was pounding like crazy; you wouldn’t be surprised if he could feel it from where he was. 

His kisses were achingly gentle, before his tongue started moving in circular motions. Your eyes squeezed shut, and you were letting out soft whimpers. Eventually, he made his way back up and gave you a soft kiss on the lips. 

You both looked at each other, giggling softly, feeling like two teenagers sneaking away on prom night. You felt giddy, but serious at the same time. This meant a lot to both of you. 

You bit your lip, your hand slowly sliding down his side before you started to undo his belt. He let out a shaky breath, and soon you were working on his button and zipper, pulling it down…

“Wait!” He exclaimed suddenly, making you pull your hand away, slightly startled. 

“D-do you want to stop?” You asked, worried you did something wrong. 

“No, no, I don’t want to stop,” he shook his head. “I just… can’t forget…” he trailed off as he pulled something out of his pocket, placing a condom on your bedside table. 

You blushed fiercely, that one gesture suddenly making everything feel more real. 

He settled back on top of you, reaching his hand out to gently cup your cheek. “Had to make sure that didn’t get stuck in the clothing pile,” he laughed warmly. 

You laughed back, touching your noses together again. “Well, is it okay if this goes in the clothing pile now?” You asked, tugging at the waistband of his pants. 

“Yeah,” he smiled, his face looking a little red. “All good now.”

You reached down to tug at his pants again, pulling them down as Spencer helped you slide them off. Your eyes wandered down his body, seeing something very prominently bulging in his underwear. Your eyes darted back up to his face, your cheeks turning pink. 

His hands were back on you, sliding down your sides before resting on your hips. “Your turn?” He whispered. 

“Y-yeah,” you whispered back, swallowing and nodding. You reached down to unbutton your own pants before Spencer’s hands were sliding underneath them, and soon they were discarded to the clothing pile. 

He got closer to your face again, biting his lip. “I’ve, uh, been doing some… research…” he murmured, sounding a bit flustered. 

“Research?” You repeat, laughing lightly. “What kind of research?”

“Well,” he started, his hand resting on your hip. “I just… really want to do this right. And I want you to feel good. So I, uh…” he looked a bit embarrassed. “I looked into… what women say feels good. And like, how to… get you… prepared…” he let out an awkward laugh, running his hand through his hair. 

You giggled, covering part of your face with your hand, your face feeling hot. “Yeah? And what did you discover?”

“Well, there were things they said help so it doesn’t hurt,” he explained, his hand trailing down your leg now. “So… I wanted to try it, because I don’t want you to be in pain while we do this.”

He was so sweet you could almost cry. Instead, you just nodded. “Okay… let’s try it, then.”

He nodded back, lifting your legs up and slowly pulling your underwear off. You looked up at him, a bashful look on your face as you lay bare underneath him. 

He took a moment to look over your body before clearing his throat. “Okay, so, the first thing they recommended was putting a pillow under your hips.”

You nodded, taking one of the pillows you weren’t laying on and handing it to him. 

He furrowed his brows, the way he did when he was concentrating hard on something. You picked up your hips so he could slide the pillow underneath you. 

“Comfortable?” He asked softly. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, adjusting your position slightly. Your hips were angled slightly upwards now. “What’s next?” 

“Next is to… get you… ready.” He reached up to  push a strand of hair out of your face. 

“R-ready?” You asked, your face a bit flushed. “So you’re gonna… t-touch me?”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Is that okay?”

You nodded, biting your lip. “Yeah, it’s okay. I guess I’m just a bit… nervous. I’ve never had anyone touch me like that before,” you mumbled, looking away. 

“Me neither,” he replied, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “But, this is supposed to help you feel less nervous, on top of trying to get your body used to… something being… in there,” he chuckled awkwardly. 

A giggle bubbled in your throat, your face bright red now. “Right, yeah,” you took a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself for what was about to happen. “Okay.”

His hand trailed down your body again, watching your face for any reactions. He parted your legs, his hand resting on your lower stomach. “Ready?” He whispered. 

“Ready,” you whispered back, taking another deep breath. 

His hand trailed down until he finally reached the bundle of nerves between your legs, touching it tentatively. 

Your breath hitched, and you let out a little whimper. Just one small touch and you were already feeling your body react. Your arms reached out to wrap around his shoulders, hugging him for support. 

“Does that feel good?” Spencer whispered in your ear, his fingers pausing to make sure you were still okay. 

You nodded vigorously, threading your fingers in his hair, your faces so close that you could feel his breath. “Yeah…” you whispered back, your face flushed. “It… it feels really good.”

His other hand moved to stroke your hair soothingly as he started circling your bud, earning a soft moan from you. 

The juxtaposition between the innocent sweetness he was showing and the very not innocent thoughts you were having were starting to make your head spin. You didn’t think you could ever feel so good, but you were already getting so worked up that you couldn’t imagine yourself lasting much longer. 

After a few minutes of Spencer rubbing you achingly slowly, he whispered to you again. “I’m gonna, um…” He seemed like he almost felt too shy to say the words. “… put my finger in now, okay?” He cleared his throat, his eyes looking into yours. “It’s supposed to help stretch you out a bit, so it doesn’t hurt… l-later.” He was blushing, his awkward mumbling sounding very endearing to you.

“Y-yeah, okay,” you murmured, biting your lip. “I can handle that.”

He nodded, stroking your hair before he went any further. “Just relax,” he whispered. “It said that tensing makes it more likely to hurt.”

You took a deep breath, relaxing your body as much as you could manage. It didn’t help that he had gotten you worked up so quickly. 

He pressed your foreheads together as he slowly slid one finger in, making you hug him a little closer, letting out a quiet whine as you felt this new sensation in your body. It was almost like a slightly full feeling, except that you felt like you wanted more. 

“Is that okay?” He asked softly, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. “Doesn’t hurt?”

“N-no,” you stammered, deciding you’d answer his last question first. “It doesn’t hurt, it feels really good.”

“Do you think you can manage a little more?” He searched your face to look for any signs of discomfort. 

“Yeah,” you breathed, swallowing. “I think I can.”

He nodded at you, pressing his face to yours as he slowly slipped another finger in. 

You let out another soft whine, holding him a bit tighter. He looked at you, silently asking a question. “I’m alright,” you whisper softly. “It feels good.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he started moving his fingers, the new sensation filling you with excitement, already feeling like you were close to coming undone. 

“Spence…” you moaned softly as he suddenly kissed you hungrily, his tongue in your mouth causing you to tangle your fingers in his hair tightly. 

You didn’t think anything could feel this good, his fingers thrusting in and out of you, hitting you where it felt the best every time as if he was an expert. You felt something building in your stomach, your toes starting to curl as you let out a string of moans and whimpers. 

You pull away from the kiss, breathing shakily as you try to speak. “Spence… I-I’m…” you squeezed your eyes shut as you suddenly felt overwhelmed by how much pleasure was coursing through your body. 

Spencer ran a hand through your hair, the gesture very gentle compared to the relentless way his fingers were moving inside of you. “Just let it happen. I’ve got you,” he murmured in your ear before his lips were back on yours, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. 

The tenderness in his voice and feeling of his lips and the movement of his fingers finally sent you over the edge, moaning loudly as you felt waves and waves of pleasure crashing through your body. Your back arched off the bed as you got lost in the pleasure, almost feeling like it was never going to end. 

Finally, you felt yourself come down, panting as you tried to process what just happened. You’d never really felt that kind of sensation before.

Spencer was looking at you in awe when you finally looked back over to him, also seeming to be processing what just happened. 

You blushed, feeling a bit shy after all that. It made you feel more exposed than taking off your clothes had. 

After a few moments, he broke the silence by whispering, “You’re so beautiful.” He pushed your hair back, getting a better look at your flushed face. 

You smiled sheepishly, your heart warming at how sweet he was. He was really good at comforting you during such a vulnerable time. 

“So, uh…” you started, absentmindedly running your finger up and down his arm. “Do you think that was… sufficient?” You chuckled awkwardly, feeling like you sounded ridiculous. 

He was also blushing, his voice warm and sweet. “I hope so,” he laughed lightly back. “Do you feel… ready?”

You leaned in, looking into his eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt more ready for anything in my life,” you murmured. 

You both smiled at each other, Spencer’s face getting more and more flushed as your hand traced down his side to his hip. 

“It’s not fair that I’m the only one not wearing any clothes right now,” you teased as your fingers stopped right under the waistband of his underwear. 

He bit down on his tongue, his hand moving to help you finally take off the rest of his clothes. 

Soon, you both lay there, completely bare. Your face was a bright red, your eyes widening automatically as you looked over his body. You moved your eyes back up to his face and he met your gaze, pressing his forehead to yours and gently cupping your cheek. 

“Are you, ah…” You felt a bit embarrassed as you spoke. “Are you sure it was enough… preparing?” As stereotypical as it sounded, you were having trouble imagining him fitting inside of you.

He smiled softly, tangling his legs together with yours, the sense of closeness feeling reassuring to you. “You can tell me if it hurts… I want you to tell me if it hurts, okay? Or if you changed your mind-“

You shook your head, cutting him off. “I didn’t change my mind. I promise.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into another kiss, slowly moving on top of you so he was straddling your waist. You stifled a moan when you felt something hard pressing against your stomach.

After a few more moments, he pulled away slightly, his mouth still inches away from yours. “Okay, I… I’m going to…” He trailed off as he sat up a bit more, his hand right next to your face as his other reached for the condom on the table. 

You felt a bit embarrassed just staring at him, but you kind of couldn’t help it. “So, there’s like… a right and a wrong way to wear it, right? I remember being taught that in high school.”

He nodded, tearing the wrapper open and starting to slowly roll it down his length. “Yeah, I’ve been, uh… practicing,” he admitted sheepishly. 

A giggle bubbled in your throat as you thought about what that “practicing” meant. For some reason, it excited you how much he prepared for this. It meant that he really cared a lot for you. 

After it was on, he came back down to face you again. “Ready?” He asked softly, his hand finding yours and interlocking your fingers together. 

You gave his hand a little squeeze. “Ready,” you replied, nodding determinately. 

He looked into your eyes as he slowly pushed himself in, both of you letting out a little gasp as you finally joined your bodies together in this intimate harmony. 

You let out a little whimper when he was all the way in, feeling perfectly full. You fit together perfectly, like you were made for each other, as cliché as that sounded. 

After a few moments of just staying like that, your foreheads pressed together as you both adjusted to this new feeling, Spencer spoke breathlessly. “Does it hurt?”

You shook your head. “No, it doesn’t hurt. It feels… amazing,” you admitted, whispering to him. 

He smiled softly, reaching up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear with the hand that wasn’t holding yours. “Can I start moving?”

You nodded quickly. “Please,” you practically begged, your body already aching for this pleasure that was only just starting. 

He wasted no time, his eyes closing as he started a steady rhythm, his movements almost achingly slow. 

He leaned his head down for another heated kiss, letting out a quiet moan against your lips. You squeezed his hand tight, matching his moan as his thrusts started getting a little faster. 

You could immediately feel the pleasure building inside of you again. He was able to hit the exact spots that made you whimper and moan, and hearing his own muffled noises of pleasure against your lips was making you feel dizzy. 

After a few minutes, he pulled away from the kiss to bury his face in your neck, his movements starting to get erratic. He sounded like he was mumbling something to himself, his voice vibrating against your neck. You think you heard him listing some of the periodic table elements, which could’ve almost made you laugh if you weren’t so lost in the feeling of him. 

“Spence…” you whimpered, trying to pull his head up to press your face against his. “It’s… I…” You tried to convey the feeling building inside you as you felt yourself getting more and more worked up with each of his thrusts, but you couldn’t even form a cohesive thought. Instead, you squeezed his hand tighter, letting out a loud moan. 

Thankfully, he understood you, and you could feel his hair tickling your forehead as he nodded. “Me too,” he breathed, his voice slightly whiny. “God, me too.”

You wrapped your arm around him, the movement of his hips getting faster and faster as the room was filled with the noises you both were letting out. 

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore; your back arched, pressing your body against his, your feet tangling together as you felt his tensing against yours. You felt yourself hit that high for the second time tonight, your hips moving to meet his as he moaned loudly, his hips shuddering as he came right there with you, the frenzied movements dying down until he finally stopped, collapsing on top of you. 

You were both panting, trying to catch your breath after such an intense moment. He let go of your hand to wrap his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug as he buried his face in your neck. You reached up to gently stroke his hair, your other hand absentmindedly tracing patterns on his back. 

You stayed like that for a few minutes, keeping each other close, your hearts thrumming in your chests against each other. His body was warm on top of yours; he almost felt like your personal weighted blanket. 

Eventually, Spencer lifted his head up to look at you. As you met his eyes, you both let out a little giggle, the giddiness of what you just experienced really hitting you. He moved so he was laying on his back, scooping you into his arms as you curled up into his side. 

“That was… wow,” you finally broke the silence, a big smile on your face. 

He smiled back at you. “Incredible,” he finished for you. “I… I never thought I could feel quite like that.”

You reached up to cup his cheek, your tone slightly teasing. “Your ‘research’ didn’t prepare you for that?”

He laughed warmly, pulling you closer against him. “Nothing could’ve prepared me; you’re a one-of-a-kind person, and everything with you just feels so… special,” he gleamed at you, putting his hand over yours. “I… I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you breathed, getting slightly teary-eyed. You weren’t prepared for just how emotional this would make you. “I can’t imagine myself doing that with anyone besides you.”

“Agreed,” he nodded, his tone soft as his thumb wiped away the tear that was forming. “You okay?”

You nodded, turning your head to give his hand a little kiss. “Yeah, I’m okay,” you smiled softly at the comforting touch. “Just feeling a lot of emotions, I guess.”

“That’s normal,” he replied, pushing your hair back so he could look at you better. “The hormonal release can cause a flood of emotions, sometimes causing postcoital tristesse. It’s normal to feel some anxiety or sudden sadness-“

“It’s not sadness,” you cut him off. “I’m crying because I'm so happy.” You smiled wide, nuzzling his nose with yours. 

He couldn’t help but smile back, his eyes closing as he nuzzled your nose back. “That can also happen. I’m glad that’s the one you’re feeling.”

“Me too,” you sighed contentedly, resting your head on his shoulder as you closed your eyes, exhaustion suddenly hitting you. 

He let out a warm laugh as he saw you getting comfortable, hearing the drowsiness in your voice. “How about we get dressed and go to sleep?” he whispered. “I think we’ll both sleep really well tonight.”

“Mhm…” you mumbled, trying to will yourself to sit up after your body suddenly felt really heavy. “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.”

After a bit of effort, you both got up to change into your pajamas, stealing a few quick kisses as you did so. You settled back into bed, snuggling up under the covers, whispering “goodnight”s before you both fell asleep almost instantly. 

After that night, you were practically inseparable. This had basically become a nightly routine; you tried out a whole bunch of positions to test what felt the best for both of you. His favorites were the ones where he could hold you in his arms. 

It always ended with lots of snuggling afterwards, the intimacy making your relationship even stronger than it was before. You never thought you could feel this much love for someone, but you felt it every day with Spencer.

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Flufftober Day 15: "What are you wearing? "It's laundry day!"

A/N: Cue “Without Me” by Eminem cause GUESS WHO’S BACK!!! Not only me, but the guy! I’ve been thinking about him specifically for a lot of these lol i’m down bad. also i feel like i should once again stress that this isn't based on titans, i just like brenton thwaites. enjoy!

Ship: Dick Grayson x GN!Reader

Summary: All of Dick’s clothes were disgusting and in need of a wash, so he chose quite the interesting outfit

You came home from work and looked around what you could see of the apartment to see if you could spot your boyfriend before you started calling his name. 

“Dick? Are you here??” You asked loudly, simultaneously announcing yourself and hopefully allowing yourself to be heard from wherever he might be. 

When he didn’t answer back, you thought about where he possibly was before turning back out of the front door. You vaguely remembered him saying something about doing some chores today while you were at work, and based on some basic deduction from that, you thought he might be down in the laundry room. 

When you got down there, Dick was bent over the washing machine, clad in old pajama pants and…something that looked vaguely familiar from what you could see. It was hard to tell, since most of his upper half was currently inside the machine itself. 

“What’re you wearing?” You asked, holding back giggles as you noticed his attire. The pajama pants he was wearing had quite a few holes in the red plaid material and you held back on commenting on it. For now. 

“It’s laundry day!” Dick yelled as he stood up, revealing to you that he also took the liberty of borrowing one of your shirts. It just barely fit him, sticking to his muscles and only covering him halfway down his stomach. It looked more like a crop top than anything else, which isn’t what it was when you wore it at all. 

“Laundry day means steal clothes from your partner and wear threads of fabric that can barely be called pants?” You teased, stepping closer to him and gently tugged at the waistband of the pajama pants he was wearing, “If you wanted to borrow something from me, you could’ve just asked. I could’ve told you what might actually fit.” 

“This does fit!” He argued, gesturing to the shirt that clung to him for dear life.

“This shirt is begging for mercy. I think I should put it out of its misery” You laughed, pulling it up over his head and off of him, “Plus, I think I like this view better.” You blushed lightly now that he was standing there shirtless. 

“Oh, really? If you wanted to strip me, all you had to do was ask.” He teased you, repeating your words from moments earlier. 

“Hilarious, but I’m not going to do that in the laundry room where anyone could walk in and see you. I’ll wait till you’re done washing your stinky clothes.” You rolled your eyes at him, leaning up and giving him a quick kiss on his cheek, “I’ll meet you upstairs?” 

“With an offer like that? How could I refuse?” Dick sounded sarcastic but, with him, a lot of things usually did. “You could stay down here with me if you want, though. Tell me about your day.” He suggested as he turned back toward the washing machine.

“…What? I’m sorry.” You chuckled as you realized you’d been staring at his chest and not listening to a single word he’d been saying. “I-I didn’t hear what you said.” 

“I said that you could stay and tell me about the day you’ve had, but I don’t think you’re gonna be doing much talking if I keep you down here. You’re a little…distracted,” You couldn’t see his face as he spoke, but he sounded incredibly smug. You could practically hear the smirk on his face. “So I’ll meet you upstairs, okay?” 

You nodded before you realized he couldn’t see you and spoke aloud, “Right, okay. I’ll see you upstairs.” You mumbled with a dark red glow to your cheeks, turning out of the laundry room clutching your reacquired shirt and a promise. 

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Flufftober Day 14: Fantasy AU/Mundane AU

A/N: this one kinda screamed out to me with my love of bg3, i’ve been waiting eagerly all month for it! Also, cazador is more of an abusive stepfather rather than an all powerful vampire lord to fit with the mundane au part lol enjoy, guys! Spooky month continues!- mod ghost

Ship: Astarion Ancunin x GN!Tav

Summary: You teach Astarion how to enjoy the holidays, Halloween especially.

Astarion was never one to get into the spirit of holidays. Until he met you, that is. He never had much in the way of a loving family but you gave him a reason to celebrate. Someone who had more festive spirit than anyone he’d ever met, and who loved him so truly that it confused him sometimes. How on Earth could someone like you be so enamored with him, whose soul is so battered and bruised? 

“Astarion! Look at this one!” You called, pulling him forcefully out of his thoughts as you held a pumpkin up for him to see.

He chuckled softly as he looked at you with a fond expression, holding a pumpkin as big as your head excitedly, “Is that truly the one you want?” He answered, his gaze briefly going to the sweater you were wearing. It was cozy looking and it matched his, as you had insisted on being one of those couples that had lots of matching clothes. “Well, it’s gotta be big enough for us to carve together! Unless you want your own pumpkin to make rookie mistakes on,” you shrugged, closing the slight distance between you while still holding the rather large pumpkin. “Orrr, we could carve two together.” “And why exactly would we need two?” Astarion couldn’t help the fond laughter that escaped him as he spoke, wrapping an arm around your shoulders now that you were close enough, and continuing to walk through the pumpkin patch with you. 

“More pumpkin guts to make pie with, of course. Why else?” Before he could speak again, you added, “Minus the seeds, obviously.” “Right, obviously,” He nodded, unable to conceal the smile he had on his face. You just brought such unbridled joy to his life when you were with him, it was hard not to. “I think one pumpkin is enough, though, darling. We should really be getting back,” Astarion continued, leading you from the pumpkin patch now that you seemed to have one that you liked. “You’re just saying that ‘cause you don’t like being here, but trust me, it’s the most authentic experience. Getting some dinky little pumpkin from a grocery store just isn’t the same.” You let him lead you away regardless, though. You were good with the pumpkin you had, and you had so much more to show him. “I won’t lie, the dirt is getting to me, but I promised to let you show me how Halloween should really be and I’m a man of my word.” He replied in a soft voice, kissing the side of your head as you made your way to pay for the pumpkin. As you walked, the sunlight faded into more of a golden color that bathed the scene in a hazy glow. 

The two of you then headed back to the apartment you had been sharing for a while now, and it was still in the process of being decorated for Halloween, according to you. There was decor from one inch of the apartment to the other, but every time the two of you went out, you’d find a new decoration that you just had to have and that he didn’t have the heart to say no to. Well, not anymore, and especially not to you. Some would say that you turned him a bit softer than the lone wolf who snarled at anyone who came close to him that he was when you met him. He’d suffered for entirely too long, and you’d freed him from that in a way. You hadn’t exactly broken into his stepfather Cazador’s house and stolen him away in the night, but you’d pulled him out of the darkest point of his time after leaving his old house.

“Hey,” You gently grab his forearm from behind as he stood staring out at the rest of the apartment, “You okay?” “Yes, I’m...I’m alright. We’re going to carve that pumpkin now, right?” He turned his head to look at you as he spoke and saw you nod so he followed you into the kitchen. 

“Yeah, and we’re gonna make pumpkin pie and those spooky Pillsbury cookies while we carve the pumpkin!” You said excitedly as you dragged him into the kitchen, trying to lighten his mood by being cheerful. He’d talk about whatever was bothering him when he was ready, and you knew that.

While listening to a Halloween playlist you made, the two of you cut the stem off the pumpkin to create a hole to get all the pumpkin guts out, then started to make the filling for the pie with it. Minus the seeds, obviously. The cookies went in first, though, because they were supposed to be baked at a lower temperature than the pie and you were still assembling that anyway. With small breaks to make him dance around the kitchen with you, you successfully carved the pumpkin into a traditional looking jack-o-lantern, though the mouth on yours was a little more jagged than the ones that you usually saw in movies. 

“Are you sure it looks alright?” Astarion asked from the kitchen while he tilted the pumpkin in different ways to get a glance from different angles. You were setting up the TV while the pie finished baking as well as setting out one of the fluffiest blankets you owned on the couch. “It looks perfect! Stop fussing over it and get in here,” You rolled your eyes as you called back to him, glancing over at him as he finally set the pumpkin down and made his way over to you. 

“Alright, alright, what are we watching?” Astarion looked at the TV over your shoulder, his arm snaking around your waist as he asked. 

“Well, I wanted to give you a choice. Do you wanna go classic Halloween with a horror movie or would you rather something cute?” You asked as you leaned your head against his.

“I think I’ve had enough horror for one day from being in that filthy pumpkin patch earlier.” He teased, flopping onto the couch and pulling the blanket over himself. “Alright, Heartstopper it is.” You chuckled as you joined him, snuggling into his side as you pressed play on the first episode. “Heartstopper? That still sounds like horror to me.” He raised an eyebrow as his eyes flicked from the screen to your face then back. 

“It’s not, trust me. I think you’ll really like it.” You reassure him, taking his hand in yours under the blanket as the show starts to play. You spent the rest of the evening binging the first season while eating the pie and cookies together, so you assumed that you were right about him liking it.

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Flufftober Day 13: Attic, Cellar, Hidden Rooms

A/N: I took a bit of creative liberties here and decided that the batcave is close enough to a cellar and/or hidden room and the clocktower is close enough to an attic 😅 - mod angel

Pairing: Jason Todd x GN!Reader

Summary: You’re helping Oracle with patrol watch until you need to comfort a mildly injured vigilante.

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You never thought you’d be able to see vigilantes in action like this. But, considering you were already aware of everyone’s identities at this point, and with how close you had become with everyone, you were invited to help watch over everyone on patrol. 

Barbara had invited you to the clocktower one day, saying she could use an extra pair of eyes while everyone was out on patrol. Really, she probably just overheard you say how much you wished you could see everyone in action. 

The first thing you noticed when you entered the room was all the monitors. Various tracking maps, security cameras, databases… all on huge screens that towered over you. 

“Whoa…” you breathed, awestruck. 

Barbara turned her head towards you, smiling. “Welcome to my utopia,” she announced with a flourish of her hands. 

You walked over to her desk, really getting a feel for all the technology in the room. You ran your fingers over the table, feeling the smooth wood under your skin. All that was on the desk was a keyboard. There was no need for paper with all those monitors, you guessed. 

“Impressive,” you muttered, transfixed by watching all the movement on the screens. “What happens if the power goes out?”

“Very powerful generators,” she replied, gesturing to one that was sitting under the desk. “We have quite the budget.”

“Right,” you laughed lightly, crouching down next to the desk. “So, what am I looking at?”

She started pointing out each part of the monitors: the locations, which of the moving dots corresponded to which person, the cases that were currently being worked on…

“Oracle,” you suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from Barbara’s comm link. “I need sights on a group of robbers near Gotham National Bank. I’m in pursuit, trying to keep myself out of their sight, and I need to know where I can cut them off.”

“I’ll get right on that, Hood,” she replied, sounding very professional as she started clacking away at her keyboard. 

“Hood?” You asked her quietly, looking at the dot on the map she said was Jason moving very quickly away from the bank. She nodded without breaking her concentration. 

Almost without thinking, you started shouting, “Hi Ja-“ you cut yourself off, suddenly remembering the circumstances you were in when Barbara gave you a stern look. “Hi Red Hood!” You shouted, fixing yourself. 

“Huh?” You heard him reply, confused. “Is that- AH!” 

Suddenly, you heard a loud crash! and saw the dot on the map stop abruptly. You widened your eyes and covered your mouth in shock.

“… Hood?” Barbara asked as you looked at each other, her eyebrows raised. 

“Shit,” he groaned, and you could hear the clanking of metal from around him. “Uh… yeah, I don’t think I’m catching those robbers,” he sighed. “Is anyone else around? I’m going back to the Batcave.”

There was various chatter over the comms, from what you could hear over Barbara’s laughing, before one of the other dots on the map started moving towards where Jason was. 

“You wanna go meet him there?” Barbara asked, covering her comm for a second. 

“Do I wanna…?” You repeated quietly, your eyes widening. “Uhh, am I allowed in the Batcave?”

She shrugged. “Batman’s not there. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” She started clacking on her keyboard again. “I can give you access. I trust you.”

“O… okay…” you muttered, standing up. “I guess I’ll just… go there, then…” You never thought you’d be allowed in the Batcave. It was kind of exciting. 

You followed the directions Barbara gave you, eventually going through some secret tunnels and emerging in a huge, yet oddly well-kept cave. Computers, training equipment, and various vehicles were in their designated places. The place was basically devoid of people, except for…

“Fuck,” you heard a familiar groan, making you stifle a laugh. His steps echoed throughout the quiet cave, sounding like they were coming closer to you. 

You popped out of where you had been standing behind a car, making Jason drop his helmet. That made you really start laughing. 

“Jesus, why are you surprising me so much today?” He asked as you moved closer to him. He looked like he was holding back a smile. “Are you even allowed to be here?”

You shrugged, tucking yourself into his side. “Oracle let me in.”

“Of course she did,” he replied, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Nothing is sacred to that girl.”

As you got a better look at his face, you frowned. Bruises were starting to form on his cheek. “What happened, by the way?” You asked, pointing to them. 

He grit his teeth, looking at you pointedly. “I was chasing people when someone distracted me, and I…” He sighed, rubbing the back of his head. “I ran into a bunch of trash cans.”

You covered your mouth, trying not to laugh hysterically, but absolutely failing.

“Hey, don’t laugh,” he rolled his eyes, a slight grin on his face. “It’s your fault.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you shook your head, gently tracing the bruises. “It’s alright, I can make it better.” You stood up on your tiptoes to press a little kiss to his cheek. 

He scoffed, looking like he was blushing a bit as he looked away from you. “I’m not five, that’s not going to work.” He ruffled your hair, making you giggle. “I’ll be fine, no major damage. I’ve been through a lot worse,” he sneered. 

You rolled your eyes. “Not everything has to be about your death,” you poked him in the side, making him laugh. “C’mon, let’s go see Alfred for some first aid.”

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Flufftober Day 12: "This is Spooky..." "Really?"

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A/N: hi, going back to my roots a bit here lol i thought about him explaining the behind the scenes magic of a horror movie and i needed to write it immediately. I also don’t remember a lot about Alien, I only saw it once so if my descriptions of the movie are wrong, I apologize lmao- mod ghost

Ship: Spencer Reid x GN! Reader

Summary: horror movie marathon with Spencer! 

You and Spencer had an idea to do a horror movie marathon of sorts, a movie a day for all of October and then as many movies as you could in a row on Halloween itself. Most of them had been slashers, like Scream or The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, but today’s movie was Alien, and that wasn’t exactly something you were excited for. You could handle it if it was just some guy in a mask running around slicing and dicing, but stuff like this scared you a lot and you weren’t sure why. You didn’t want to tell that to Spencer, though; he was excited about watching these with you, and the last thing you wanted to do was ruin it for him. After all, Halloween was both of your favorite holidays. 

You had the living room of his apartment all set up for tonight’s movie so you could start watching it when he got home from work. You spread some snacks on the coffee table and pushed the few throw pillows he had to the side to make room for the two of you to sit. Before you knew it, he was bustling through the door.

“Hey, I‘m home! Are you in here?” he called, untying his converse before kicking them off by the door.

“Yeah, I’m over here! Ready to watch the movie?” You exclaimed as you turned around, hugging him when he came closer and wrapped an arm around your waist. Spence nodded eagerly. “Yeah, lemme just put my bag away and take a quick shower.” He kissed your forehead before he pulled away to take the time to settle in. While he was showering, you changed into Halloween themed pajamas that were decorated with small pumpkins and bats that matched Spence’s before settling onto the couch to wait for him. Once he was out of the shower, he joined you under the funky patterned blanket that he usually kept draped over the back of the couch and turned the movie on. As it progressed, you couldn’t help the minute reactions you were having, gripping him a little tighter and curling closer to his side each time the xenomorph would appear. Eventually, about halfway through, you finally spoke up. “This is spooky…” “Really? It’s just a guy in a costume, going around hissing at people on a set.” “I guess I’m just creeped out by the idea that they’re stuck in space with that thing. Intelligent life could be out there, or it could be hostile. Like…that.” You gesture at the screen with your arm as the creature ate through one of the Nostromo survivors. “I mean, I’m around scarier guys than that all day every day.” He shrugs, seemingly unphased by the gore.

“Does that mean you can protect me?” You chuckled, resting your head on his shoulder. “Of course, but I could also tell you about all the behind the scenes stuff so it sort of takes away from all the spoooookiness.” Spence wiggled his fingers in front of your face as he spoke, making you laugh. “Okay, that actually sounds like it’d help a lot…thank you.” You smiled fondly up at him before he started to ramble on about how they were able to make the cat hiss when they wanted him to, among other things which definitely took away from the spookiness of the movie. You could listen to him talk for hours uninterrupted, especially about things he was passionate about. It was one of the many things you loved about him, so you really ended up watching him more than the movie as he yapped away and moved his hands about. 

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Flufftober Day 11: Ingredients & Spells

A/N: i’ve wanted to write a baking with spencer fic for a while and figured today’s prompt would fit well :) also i bake pumpkin pie every fall so it’s partly based on my actual life - mod angel

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

Summary: Seeing the pumpkin display at the grocery store gave you and Spencer the idea to do some baking.

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“Do we have everything we need?”

You were standing in the kitchen, all the ingredients laid out in front of you. You had impulsively decided to make pumpkin pie after seeing the first sight of pumpkins at the grocery store. 

“I think so,” you responded, looking at the recipe you had printed out, scanning your finger over the ingredients list. 

Spencer walked over to peek over your shoulder from behind you, reading the list way faster than you could. “Everything looks right to me.”

You had spent the morning hollowing out the pumpkin, boiling and puréeing everything you scooped out. The whole apartment smelled like pumpkin now; it really made it feel like fall. 

“Okay, what’s the first step?” You asked, turning to look at Spencer. 

He walked over to the oven, pushing some buttons which let out a steady string of beeps. “Preheat the oven to 425 degrees,” he squinted as he set the oven to the right temperature, his lanky body bent over the stove. 

As he preheated the oven, you took out some bowls to start mixing ingredients. “Does that take a long time? Should we wait to combine everything?”

“I don’t… think so?” He hesitated. “I’ve never really baked before.”

“You mean there’s something you don’t know?” you teased, walking over to him and sliding under his arm.

“Well, that’s why we need to experiment,” he replied, kissing the top of your head. “So I’ll know for next time. For now, I think we should just start mixing things.”

You nodded, starting to pick up the bottle of cinnamon. “Um… how much am I supposed to put in?”

“You’re starting with the cinnamon?” He inquired, raising an eyebrow.

You shrugged, throwing up your hands. “Is there a correct order to put the ingredients in??” 

“I don’t know!” He laughed. “I was going to start with the milk.”

“Okay, okay, put the milk in first then,” you laughed back, gesturing to the bowl. 

You kept your banter going as you mixed the rest of the ingredients, arguing about the order of adding the ginger, cloves, nutmeg, sugar, salt…

Eventually you heard a ding! from the oven, making both of your heads whip around. “Oh.” You looked down at the bowl that now had the fully mixed ingredients. “...Do you have the pie crust?”

He paused, looking like he was buffering for a moment. “I think we put it in the fridge?”

“... Were we supposed to do that?”

He shrugged, opening up the fridge and taking out the graham cracker crust you had bought. “We’ll see, I guess.”

You opened up the oven, feeling a wave of warmth coming into the room immediately, as you watched Spencer clumsily pouring the ingredients into the pie crust.

“Don’t spill it!” You exclaimed, helping him hold the bowl up so it didn’t fall right onto the crust. Your fingers brushed against his as you both held the bowl, pouring slowly.

After a few moments you heard a sudden beeeeeeeeeeep! from the oven, realizing you left it open.

“Shit!” You laughed as you poured the rest of the pie mix into the crust. You ran to grab the oven mitts, shoving the pie into the oven.

Once the pie was fully assembled and in the oven, you leaned against the counter, letting out a sigh. “Okay, the hard part’s done. How long do we need to wait for it to be done?”

“Uhh,” he thought for a moment, looking like he was searching the database in his brain. “45-55 minutes.”

“Ugghhhhh,” you groaned, falling dramatically onto Spencer’s side. “That’s so long.”

He rolled his eyes, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Yeah, whatever could we do in that time…?” He mused sarcastically, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

You smiled up at him, standing up on your tiptoes to bring your face closer to his. “I guess I have a few ideas…”

He chuckled warmly, squeezing your waist. “Come here.”

You hopped up onto the counter, parting your legs so Spencer could stand in between them. When he walked closer, you reached your hands up to tangle them in his hair.

He smiled at you before meeting your lips in a sweet kiss, holding your face as his lips moved slowly against yours.

You didn’t realize just how long you were lost in each other before you heard the alarm you had set go off, startling you both. “The pie!”

Spencer opened the oven, gesturing for you to get the pie out. You put the oven mitts back on, carefully picking up the pie and placing it on the stove.

“So… who gets the first piece?”

“Hmm, that depends…” Spencer looked down at the pie that was now cooling on the stove. “Do you think it’s actually going to taste good?”

“I think it will,” you nodded. “How about we both eat it at the same time?”

Once the pie was cooled, you cut two slices of pie: one for you, and one for Spencer. “Okay, moment of truth.” You took a deep breath as you both took the first bite.

You looked at each other, Spencer speaking first. “That’s amazing,” he smiled, taking another forkful.

You nodded, smiling widely. “It is, isn’t it?” You sidled over to him, nudging his arm with your elbow. “We make a great baking team.”

He laughed, resting his chin on the top of your head. “Yeah,” he sighed contentedly, “we make a great team.”