We All Get Found... (Spinel x Female! Reader)

Chapter Twenty Five: Not My Takis!...And Other Such Stories

You woke up, sweaty and covered in slimy stuff. What was that crap?

Oh. You felt your naked body, and turned red as all hell. You remembered the sex with Spinel only a few hours prior.

Your bare bodies were pressed tightly together underneath the blanket, and you planted a kiss on her forehead as you got up from the couch. You grabbed your shit from in the corner, and threw it on. You kneeled down next to the couch and tucked Spinel in.

You turned around to leave, but you felt an elastic hand grab your wrist. You yelped, and turned around, seeing Spinel with a pleading expression. "Come on, doll, just a few minutes longer. Come lay down." She insisted. You couldn't say no to that.

You sighed, and laid down with a smile. "Hey, a favor?" She asked, sitting up. "What?" You replied.

Then, she gave a smirk. "Take those clothes off~"

You blushed wildly. "I'm just teasing, doll." She chuckled.

You cuddled close to her, any of your problems melting away into comforting love and warmth.

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"As far as you know, anyway! Gee, if you knew who I really was, you wouldn't be so cocky..."

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You woke up to Spongebob blaring loudly on TV, and Spinel wheeze laughing. You sat up, and she squeaked in surprise. You noticed that she wasn't naked anymore. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I wake you up, Y/N?" She asked. "Nah. I was bound to wake up some time soon, anyways." You replied, stretching.

"I keep having these weird dreams."

"Again?" Spinel asked. "Those are usually warnings when something's going to happen."

And so, you told her your weird dreams. "Who does the voice sound like? Is it Aven?" Spinel asked worriedly.

"Actually...no. It isn't Aven." You replied. "It doesn't sound like anyone we've ever met before."

"This is really odd, Y/N. Ya think we're in danger?" Spinel panicked. You put your hand on her shoulder comfortingly.

"Spinel, if we were in any danger, you'd be able to stop them in no time." You answered, pecking her on the lips. She sighed.

"I guess you're right. Doesn't make me any less worried, though."

Then, you grinned. "You wanna make cookies? I'll even let you lick the batter~"

"Aw, fuck yeah! Cookie dough!" Spinel screeched, bolting into the kitchen and sliding into a barstool, sitting politely like she hadn't just done that. You chuckled, and took out the batter. "Let's get cooking."

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"Spinel, stop!" You cried. She cornered you in the kitchen. "No~" She drawled with glee, like a tiger ready to pounce. She probably was.

"I'm not giving you my Takis! It's my last bag!" You shouted at her. "Besides, you already ate all of the cookie dough before we could make the cookies!"

Then, she smirked. "You'd rather me eat your SECRET stash?" She teased.

You gasped. "How'd you find out about tha—"

She extended her arm and put a finger to your lips. "You couldn't hide a thing from me, even if you really wanted to." She giggled.

Then, she got closer. You hugged the Takis protectively.

"Now, doll, just hand over the vittles, 'nd I won't have to tap into your lil' collection of movie theater cups~"

"Those are my cups!" You whined. "One day we're gonna sneak some in and get 'free' drinks!"

"Well, if you wanna do that, then hand over the Takis." She replied, putting her two toned gloved hand on the handle of the cabinet that held the cups tauntingly. You gasped. "No." You warned.

She opened it a little. "Don't." You raised your voice. It was completely open. "You better stop." You demanded. She chuckled.

"What are you gonna do about it, hun?"

"I'm gonna beat your ass, that's what!" You yelled. "Not if I beat yours first~" She giggled. Your face turned beet red.

Then, she picked up the cups. "Stop." You said. She approached the garbage slowly. "Stop it." You said.

She opened the garbage. "STOP." You demanded. She slowly began to put the cups in, when suddenly...

You threw the Takis at her chest, and she caught it with a smirk. "Gee, was that so hard?" She laughed, messing up your hair and throwing the cups inside the drawer. She slammed it shut, and you swore she was going to break something in this apartment soon. "Come on, let's go watch Spongebob." Spinel giggled, taking you by the hand and sitting on the couch.

"Alright, but just one episode." You chuckled.

Oh, who were you kidding, you two were going to watch it all night. Sleep is for squares, Spongebob is for rectangles.

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"Wait, I know I'm supposed to be all threatening and shit, but aren't those the same things? They're both quadrilaterals, and—"

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You and Spinel were asleep in about an hour, cuddling with your head in her lap, her arms snaked all around your body, with one hand up your shirt, and both of your legs tangled together like a pretzel.

Ah, the sweet life.

(A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, I just wanted to upload something and I was a bit out of inspiration, lol.)