#he couldn't tell anyone about games or the series or any of the movies

[muu-kun]

Not Muu making a mental note to find that Darla muse indefinitely scary just because she out here roasting people for liking Pokémon.

[sangyeonsmuse]

Upcoming drop snippet….

And Then There Were None | Scream Au | The Boyz

Pairing | Ot8

genre | Slasher Series, Scream au

Summary | "Movies don't create psychos. Movies make psychos more creative!"

A town of 500, a friend group of 12 , 3 dead bodies found and a killer on the lose. Things aren't as they should be in the little town of Springsville, and when a string of murders start knocking off students one by one things don't seem to get any better.

WARNING ‼️ This book includes mature content such as sex, murder, blood, alcohol, use of marijuana and other topics that may be sensitive for a younger or easily triggered audience.

Sneak peak incoming

I watched you smile as I observed the two of you converse from a far. The sudden flirting seems to put you in such a good mood. I can tell by the way you smile at each other when they tell you jokes or simply ramble on and on about sweet nothings. That feeling won't last long, I won't allow you the simple joys of smiling and laughing with anyone else. From this day forward you'll see what it's like to be alone, ill name sure you look at only me.

Minsoo sat silently on his couch, eyeing the clock every now and then as if the time would suddenly move faster when his eyes set on it. However it simply stayed the same, the silence for him was unbearable as he awaited the girl's friends' arrival. He and Yn had made plans to meet one another tonight. He was more than aware that she wasnt into him as he was her but that didn't stop him from pursuing her. After all she was a hidden gem within their campus, the only girl who didn't seem to crave his attention, he liked that she didn't like to bask in the spotlight. For all Yn cared she could be invisible to the human eye all her life and she wouldn't exactly give a shit. Sighing as he pushes himself from the couch Minsoo makes his way into the kitchen, popping a handful of the no longer fresh popcorn into his mouth he leans against the counter and stares out at his back porch. As if on cue, a sudden ring of the doorbell pulls him from his thoughts earning a sigh of relief from him.

"Thank god i've been waiting forever.'' his smile disappears from his face as he opens the door only to find no one on the other side.

"I swear to god if those little shits from next door are playing with our doorbell again.'' rolling his eyes in frustration he shuts the door, an annoyed sigh escaping his lips at the sudden drop in excitement.

"She should be here by now.'' flopping down back onto his same place on the couch he reaches out for his phone, only to his surprise rather than him dialing up the girl that had been occupying his thoughts, someone else had been calling him. As he answered the phone there was a glimmer of hope in his mind, hope that it had been Yn calling to let him know she was on her way.

"Hello?" his breath caught in his throat as he waited to hear her voice on the other end of the call.

"Looks like she couldn't make it after all.'' a raspy somewhat discomforting voice sounded on the other end of the call, the stranger's words earning a scoff from Minsoo who had already been frustrated with the girl not having shown up yet.

"Who the hell is this? Changmin i swear if you're pulling some kind of prank try harder next time, I don't have time for your games right now dude seriously.'' Annoyed, he hangs up the phone and starts to dial the number the girl had written for him on a torn piece of paper. Mid dial he received yet another call, this time the annoyance more prominent in his voice as he spoke to the stranger on the other end.

"You know it's not good manners to hang up on someone mid conversation.'' the person on the other line spoke tauntingly as if they knew the ways to get under his skin.

"Look man whoever the hell you are you're really pissing me off here, i don't know if you find your little joke humorous but you don't hear me laughing ,find someone else to call and fuck off.'' this time as his finger moved to hang up once more the voice on the other end spoke words that made his blood run cold.

"Now now Minsooi wouldn't hang up the phone if i were you not unless you want pretty little Yn to come over to find your guts splattered on the ground and your stomach turned inside out.'' Frozen in his place Minsoo fell silent.

"What nothing to say, smart ass?" the stranger chuckles

"Who the fuck is this, i don't know what kind of sick joke you're playing at here but if you don't quit it here and now i'll have the police here in seconds tracing these calls.'' Minsoo stood from the couch making his way to the front door and glanced out the peephole, this time checking for the girl's arrival with a lot more urgency.

"By the time you get them here your body would be on full display for your entire neighborhood to view including those little shit neighbors of yours." That last line caused goosebumps to spread over Minsoo’s arms, knowing he had just spoken those words about the kids next door moments prior.

"We're gonna play a game, you guess where i'm hiding and i give you a fair head start, does that sound like a good deal? I'd make a decision quick because the more time you waste the less time you have to get yourself out of this.''

"Fuck you." He spat, venom laced within his words. This time he was quick to hang up the phone, he'd be damned if he let some nameless loser play around with him with something as simple as a phone call. Quickly dialing up the police he opened his door to leave the home, part of his mind fearing there could have actually been someone there. As he opened the door he was met by a hooded figure with a white mask hiding the identity of he or she who wore it. Minsoo was given no time to put up a fight, as soon as his foot stepped past the door frame he was stabbed. As if two or three stabs weren't enough the hooded figure continued on and on until he saw the life drain from the man's eyes completely.

"Looks like you lost."

Meanwhile on the other line Minsoo had already dialed 911.

[nanaloco]

Being best friends with Haechan

'Your bed's warmer than mine'

Warnings : none (I only write fluff)

Genre : fluff, Bestfriend!Haechan x Gn!Reader

What it would be like to be best friends with haechan (who you secretly like) [who secretly likes you too]

Appart of the : It's complicated series

• Very entitled to your time

• "I know you're not doing anything rn so stop ignoring my messages and come outsideeee"

• Definetly a certain activity that you two do w/o fail every single week

• (Like movie night, cooking together, junkfood day, game night)

• Alternating whos house you'd be at each time

• Very dramatic & over the top

• You somehow accidently tripped him up

• He somehow convinces you that you owe him icecream

• Does whatever he wants

• literally whatever he wants

• Acts like you two are in a relationship

• Will run and hug you while spinning you around [without fail] everytime he sees you

• Forces you to do game night which you let him do because you like him

• Will gladly carry you in any game even if you're horrible

• Will argue with anyone on voice chat who insults you

• Or his friends who don't want to play with you cuz you suck

• "You tired? Too bad we still have a match to play"

• If you end up falling asleep,

• You'd probably wake up with a pillow under your head and a blanket over you

• Or if hes feeling extra nice, in a bed

• Does things secretly to show he cares

• Cleaning your desk, replacing your stash of favourite snacks

• folding clothes you left on your floor

• If you tell him you're hungry, he'll probably reply

• "Well I'm hungry too so what are you going to do about it"

• Yall probs end up brainstorming places to eat

• Can be serious when he needs to be

• Sometimes mark tags along

• (Mark is a third wheel)

• He watched you enter your apartment code once and memorized it so he now enters whenever he wants

• Or forced you into giving him keys somehow

• Comes to your house in the middle of the night when you're literally fast asleep

• You would just get a random message or call where he just says 'I'm outside'

• Or just knocks on your bedroom door because he let himself in

• 'Hyuck, wtf are you doing at my house, it's 2am'

• Would walk past you and go straight to your bed

• "I couldn't sleep, your bed is much warmer than mine"

He says as he snuggles into your fluffy pillows and and takes in your scent

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Thank you for reading ♡

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[sleepyowlwrites]

15 questions but it's the Tired Sleepy version

@the-finch-address dearest Finch! <3 tagged me. I've done this before but I'm gonna do it again. because I can't sleep yet until the tylenol kicks in.

1. Are you named after anyone?

no! but to be more interesting I'll tell you that my mom wanted to name me Jamie and my dad was vehemently opposed. so then she was like well what about Meghan and he was like oh I like that one. and she was like well what if it's a boy? 'cause they didn't find out with me (first kid and you don't find out after trying for five years? I don't understand) and my dad was like well I like Alexander is that cool and so that was the other option. I currently have one character named Alexander and he's evil. I really tried to like Inkheart 'cause the protagonist is Meggie but I couldn't. I did finish The Thornirds tho and there's a Meggie there.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I dunno, but I got teary finishing a book series for the fifth time. it's such a good ending! dragons! I don't CRY cry super often but I get teary at the drop of a hat. somebody plays the piano nicely and I'm feeling things about it. you guys it is raining so hard right now. and there's thunder. which I love, personally. the sky is crying so I don't have to.

3. Do you have kids?

nope. I don't plan on having any, either. I adopt teenagers and adults instead. give them snacks and hugs. help them out with their life stuff. coach them through bad days. sound familiar? I'm your mom!

5. What sports do you play/have played?

nothing team-y. in high school a few families used to meet up in front of the middle school down the road from me and we played flag football, and I can't really throw or catch but I could run and tackle. and I did karate for 5.5 years and horseback riding for 3?

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

if they look like I want to talk to them or not. the vibes. I gotta know this since I work in retail. I usually call it correctly.

7. What's your eye color?

blue. people compliment them a lot, which I don't personally understand, 'cause they're not especially dark or anything. they're just regular eye blue. but people like them. so that's nice. some people also say there's silver around the pupil which I got a little bit of a complex over for a couple of years. but now I just think they're normal. who is even looking at my eyes when my hair is purple, though, right?

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I don't like scary movies because I hate suspense. it doesn't really scare me it just gives me anxiety. I don't need a happy ending I just need it to make sense. make it make sense and I will not be mad at you. I didn't need the end of the mockingjay movie to be happy but I will forgive it.

9. Any special talents?

yeah, loads, but you'll have to interact with me to find them all out. one of them is that I'm super good at choking on beverages. one of them is that I can tell the difference between dark navy and black. one of them is that I can always beat my mom in boggle. one of them is that I can read really fast. one of them is that I'm tired all the time.

10. Where were you born?

the hospital where I just was last week for the stupid spider bite. it's literally up the road from my house. I use it as a frame of reference when people ask where I live. you know where this specific hospital is? continue down the road to the end and there's my house. there's a christmas wreath hanging on the garage.

11. What are your hobbies?

watching several hour long video essays about tv shows I have or will never watch, writeblr and sometimes even write-ING, art which I'm trying to make more of despite literally having stacks of it that I'm not doing anything with. anybody want some watercolor art? I'll send it to you. doing crossword puzzles with my dad in the kitchen. xbox games.

12. Do you have pets?

I don't, but there is a dog and a cat in the house where I live. the dog is the family's and the cat is sort of my sister's. I like him. he's the cat of knowing. follow the tumblr I made for him @orangejuni

13. How tall are you?

5'5", which is either tall or short and never average even though it literally is. I'm regular height, and, according to recent reports, a regular-ish weight?? I forgot to verify for myself when I got home from the hospital but apparently I broke 120lbs for the first time in my entire life and I'm very pleased. if I can stay there it'll be a miracle.

14. Favorite subject in school?

art, 'cause you don't have to write essays you just make stuff. I was always pretty good at history, though.

15. Dream job?

I wanna spontaneously have enough money to run like a boarding house for people who just need a temporary place to stay. in the meantime I actually enjoy working retail (when I'm not stuck in The Box) so I plan on staying for ten years so I get my lifetime associate discount. dumb? I don't care, this job makes me happy and I love my coworkers.

you're only allowed to do this tag if you can commit to also answering in a somewhat Tired Sleepy or unhinged kind of way. @zmwrites Ghosty? you're tired sleepy. @writing-with-melon Honeydew? hi. @klywrites Klove? you're unhinged. @rains-inky-mind Rainscribe? mm? @another-white-hole Voidlight? you know exactly what you are

[feelingpure]

6, 14, 17, 24 for the FT ask game 💖💖

6. What is your favourite parallel/reference in the show?

Since seeing the finale, it's definitely that “promise you won't write” “I won't” moment that mirrors episode 5. 🥹😭🥲 ARE THEY SAYING THEY WON'T WRITE OR THEY WON'T PROMISE, CAUSE ARGHHH.

14. Do you have any unpopular opinions about Fellow Travelers?

Spoke a little about my struggles with Hawk earlier, but thinking more on 50s Hawk. And I know it's easier said than done. But that his need to stick it to his dad in episode 2 (which, I really loved him in that scene omg but still) kinda ruined everything? Idk, I feel like he could've easily lied, as he does with everyone else in almost every other aspect of his life, and as he tells Tim to learn to do in episode 5.

Could've cashed in that inheritance, and then have a gorgeous more truthful life in Italy with Skippy. A life like the one he talked about in episode 2 when they were in bed near the beginning... and at the end of that same episode he forced Tim to betray himself and write that lie of a letter... Just- I know the thing with his dad is very very personal, and why he couldn't. I just wanted to shake him so bad there. He of course did find a surrogate dad in Lucy Smith's father, a man who's also disgusted with who he is (and who would probably react not too dissimilar to his own dad, if he knew). Anyway, end of my rant.

17. Do you have recommendations of books, series, films or other media similar to Fellow Travelers?

I've been thinking and I can't think of anything too similar that I've consumed recently (I need recs from others tbh)! Of course there's a lot of heartbreaking gay shows/films. One thing that randomly comes to mind is Blue Is The Warmest Colour, now be warned it's a long ass french movie. But same-sex pairing, one is older, one comes from a more 'well-off' family, one is trying to hide the relationship, there's a time jump, several many heartbreaking moments, beautiful cinematography. Uhh what else, there are some v long nsfw scenes 👀 (some may say uncomfortably long and gratuitous; I don't say this but be warned) ermm, maybe not one to watch with others. But anyway that film lives in my head rent free and I desperately need more edits of it to exist, if anyone does watch - enjoy and *hands you tissues for your tears*.

24. Bonus question: if you were a character in Fellow Travelers, who would you be and why?

I'm probably Mary, cause I'd be dramatically pointing out to Tim every time Hawk is being frustrating 🙄 (love him tho but grr hahaha).

FT ask game

[changingplumbob]

York Household: Chapter 8, Part 3

Slumber Party Animal dreaming Kelly is ready for his sleepover. Calista and Aaron discuss how to ensure Deanna keeps honing her smarts, and what to do about Deanna's plans to move in Paris.

Here's a quick key as to which kid is which. First 5 were all born in game either to my sims or others. Atlas of course came with Growing Together.

Kelly: Thanks for coming

Anya: Between us, you're my favourite, but don't tell the others, seriously

Kelly: I've never been anyone's favourite though

Anya: Don't make me regret it

Fergus: Are we watching a movie or what

Drake: We can't pick

Kelly: My house, I pick

Chasity: Do any have subtitles

Drake: EA doesn't have that much inclusion. But you're not completely deaf right

Chasity: It's mild loss, tv audio can be tricky

Kelly: Would going straight to stories be easier

Chasity: I don't want to put anyone out

Kelly: Too late, I have decided it's storytime. Anyone complaining, complain to me

(Kelly may be evil but he's learning how to make people like him)

Calista: Just like that, our third one is grown

Aaron: I knew one of them had to get valedictorian

Calista: You taught them a proper work ethic

Aaron: I just hope she chooses her degree sensibly

Calista: Me to, but I'm sure we can help

Aaron: I don't want her frittering her YA years away

Calista: Then make sure she knows we expect her to go to university

Aaron: I had hoped the robotics station would be signal enough

Calista: But if we leave it she may just make robots forever, and not get any higher education

Aaron: I'll make sure we're all on the same page then

Kelly: It was a dark and stormy night when the school bus crashed in the middle of the desert. Bodies and metal went everywhere, but 4 kids survived. They collected what they could and set out in to the night

Atlas: Why not stay with the bus

Kelly: Because they were idiots Atlas. As I was saying, they left

Atlas: Absolute idiots

Kelly: They walked until they couldn't walk anymore and had to rest. The only shelter they could find was a series of rock shelves surrounded by strange plants. Part cactus, part something else

Chasity: What's the something else

Kelly: The kids didn't know so they settled down to sleep

Joey: BAM

The kids squeal at the surprise

Kelly: Jerk! What are you doing

Joey: You invited me

Kelly: I did not!

Joey: You told me you were having a sleepover, the invitation was implied

Atlas: Do you know the story

Joey: Who do you think told him?

Kelly: Let me tell it!

Joey: Fine but tell it right

Fergus: So the kids went to sleep, right Kelly?

Kelly: Not for long. Soon they were woken by an eerie whispering

Drake: How does a whisper wake you up

Kelly: Because it came with a cold wind okay

Anya: Hush Drake, just let him talk

Kelly: The kids were awake, and the whispering grew louder! Join us, it said

Drake: Who said?

Chasity: The voice obviously. Have you never heard a scary story before Drake?

Kelly: Join us and join mother, the voice said. The kids were properly freaked out and huddled together. It was then they realised, thre was only THREE of them

Fergus: Wait where did 4th go

Kelly: The kids wondered this. One wanted to go look but the others were too scared

Anya: Did they go look

Kelly: One did. She wandered out among the dunes chasing the voice. Several times she thought it was just in front of her, sometimes she could feel it whisper in her ear. She looked all night but never found the voice. When she returned to camp the others were DEAD

Joey: Really?

Kelly: Shut up Joey! Scrawled on the ground in the blood were the same words, join us, join mother. The one surviving kid suddenly realised the voice wasn't ahead or behind her. It was INSIDE THEIR HEAD! Then, she exploded!

Fergus: So much blood *shudders*

Joey: You lot should sleep now

Anya: But the voice...

Joey: When I told it there was less blood

Kelly: So more boring

Drake: But what was the voice

Kelly: No one knows. Remember, no one survived

Chasity: I hope I can't hear the voice

Fergus: It'll be easier for it to get you if you can't

Chasity: Stop pranking me!

Kelly: Joey leave already

Time for a game of, everyone PLEASE go to sleep where I want you to. To my shock it didn't take too long before all 10 sims are sleeping soundly right where I want them.

Aaron is up early for a jog. Everyone else wakes in their own time and Calista sets about making breakfast for all the kids.

Calista: French toast is served everyone

Fergus: Hooray for food

Paris: Is there enough for me

Calista: Of course dear. Did you have a good sleep

Paris: I did, thanks

Kelly: Is Deanna still lazing in bed

Paris: Oh no, she's already up and on that robotics bench

Calista: I'm glad she's making use of it, her pa will be so pleased

Paris: He's really in to further study huh

Calista: He dreams of all the kids getting degrees really, he's always pushed them to work

Calista: I'm sure your parents would have wanted you to attend university to

Paris: I don't know, maybe. Further study seems daunting

Calista: Only daunting until you try it

Paris: So if I move in will Aaron expect me to go to university

Calista: I... Hmm

Paris: Because that's quite a condition

Kelly: Are you moving in with us

Paris: Deanna offered but I've not made my mind up

Atlas: I'd hate to stay in the foster home, you hear the worst stories

Calista: Yes...

Paris: Speaking of, I better get back. Thank you for having me Calista

Calista: Yes...

Kelly: Never come again

Paris: Whatever

Calista is cleaning up when the Pancakes arrive to pick up Fergus.

Eliza: So glad we didn't have to host that

Calista: Kelly managed to get gold somehow

Bob: Then why do you look tense

Calista: It seems my daughter invited her girlfriend to move in without telling us

Eliza: Do you not like her

Calista: She is nice but they're both so young

Aaron: Who are we talking about

Calista: Deanna invited Paris to move in

Aaron: She did not. Well it's not happening

Calista: I don't think putting our foot down is the right answer

Aaron: She's too young to have a live in, plus she has study to do. I'll tell her if you don't want to, I don't mind being the bad guy

Calista: She'll bring up Devin flatting with Luna

Aaron: But there was a whole group of them together, not just two. Deanna needs to study, meet her potential

Bob: Does she want to

Aaron: She's valedictorian Bob, she's going to

...

Deanna: What are you doing

Kelly: Imagining gore with bun bun

Deanna: That's a choice?

Snow day! To Willow Creek park we go. Snowball fight time, or rather, everyone throws snowballs at poor Deanna time.

With the building of snowpals Aaron takes the opportunity to talk with Deanna.

Aaron: Paris told your ma that she was thinking of moving in

Deanna: That's good

Aaron: Is it

Deanna: Isn't it? She has to be out of that foster home at 18. Pa she has no family left. I want to bring her in to ours

Aaron: Honeybug, your heart is in the right place but 18 is very young to commit yourself to another person

Deanna: I wasn't proposing marriage pa, just sharing a home

Aaron: Yes but you have your studies to consider

Deanna: Devin studied and lived with Luna. Does she get a special exception just because she's the eldest

Aaron: No but they lived with 3, 4 other people

Deanna: You, ma and Kelly are 3 other people

Aaron: I'm meant to be the lawyer

Deanna: Are you saying she can't move in

Aaron: We wouldn't say that, those rooms are yours. But please consider your relationship carefully. Life is long and sometimes, love can be short

Deanna: Not for you and ma

Aaron: No, not for us

Deanna: So trust me to take the right kind of risks. I'm going to make mistakes now and then, but who doesn't. I'm not so afraid of it going south that I won't try

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[emmacornell]

Dragon Ball Z Ask Game!!!

all the numbers.

all of them.

GO!!!

@sonikkuruzu i've combined your ask with the anon it's @beegl isn't it you're the only person i could think of that would tell me to do all of them 😹that asked for literally all the questions lmao

Which series is your favorite (Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball Super, etc.)?

Aight if I have to pick one it's probably Z just cause that's the one I remember rewatching the most (mostly cause thats what tv liked to replay the most back then), but OGDB is very close to my heart and GT is great in both good and bad ways. Super exists i guess idunno

Who is your favorite character?

Oh wow hm I gotta think about that I wonder who could my favorite character possiblRaditz i love Raditz I love him so much y'all don't even know I love Raditz so much don't get me started I won't shut up about it

List your top five favorite characters in order of how much you like them.

Okay Top 5 gotta make me actually think lets go

Raditz

Yamcha

S. Broly

Gogeta (specifically SSJ4 but Z is also fantastic)

Cooler

Who is your least favorite character?

Everything related to Buu. I can't stand Buu.

Who is your favorite villain?

OOOHOHOHO I had to think about this one cause I honestly love a LOT of DB villains. I guess if I had to pick one I'd pick Cell! I've always thought he was a super fun and terrifying villain and I love his design all forms of him.

Which saga is your favorite?

Namek Saga my beloooved

Which saga is your least favorite?

Buu arc.

Do you have a favorite episode from the anime/chapter from the manga?

Aside from the Driving episode because that episode is *chefs kiss* my favorite is that like one or two episodes that take place between Goku and Gohan getting out the HTC and the Cell Games where Goku is just spending time with his friends and family. Those moments are so damn sweet and wholesome and make me cry because Goku is such a good man and a good father for choosing to spend what he'd figure to be his last moments on earth with his loved ones.

Also that bit with Krillin full force chucking a rock at Goku makes me wheeze.

What is your favorite fight?

Can I say every bit of fighting from DBS Broly cause that movie means a lot to me.

The Dragon Ball series isn’t exactly known for being consistent with its story, its characters, and various other things. Which inconsistency irritates you the most?

The completely out of nowhere character assassination of Yamcha at the beginning of Z. I'm supposed to believe this man who couldn't be in the same room with a woman without straight up dying turned into a homewrecking womanizer after having a solid relationship with ONE woman?????

Have you seen any of the films? If so, which one is your favorite?

Yes almost all of them (I haven’t seen Super Hero yet I’m waiting till after finals) and DBS Broly hands down zero hesitation no questions

How long have you been watching/reading the Dragon Ball series?

Since I was like 4 so almost 22 years ayooo

Have you played any of the games?

I have played so many DB games the Tenkaichi games and Budokai Tenkaichi games are my childhood also please if anyone plays DBXV2 on PS4 or DBFZ on PS4/Switch hmu play with me I also play Dokkan and DBLegends and I do my best not to whale too hard I swear. Also yes I will be playing Breakers.

Do you own any merch?

SHFigs and FRS kits are my life. (NYCC exclusive S Broly SHFig i am CRYING i need you in my life to add to the Broly Shrine)

Do you have any favorite ships (canon or otherwise)?

I don't ship things ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I just like seeing art of characters I like being happy together

Which anime opening is your favorite?

I love so many bruh I can't pick ONE. Makafushigi Adventure, Cha La Head Cha La, Dragon Soul, Rock the Dragon, Dan Dan Kokoro Hikareteku, Welcome to the Grand Tour, Chouzetsu Dynamic they all slap

Which anime ending is your favorite?

Again so many of them SLAP. Romantic Ageru Yo, Zenkai Power, We Were Angels

What is your opinion of GT?

GT is good it's just really dumb and slow. I know that doesn't make any sense but GT isn't god awful just because it's stupid. There's a ton of good bits in GT and SSJ4 is absolutely incredible.

What is your opinion of Super?

I have mixed emotions about Super. A good amount of it is not bad! There's parts I can enjoy. But the character assassination of Goku is just bruh why c'mon it's so painful that is not my boy

If you could hang out with one character, who would it be?

You're expecting me to say Raditz aren't you?

Well you are correct.

Which Bulma hairstyle is your favorite?

THAT CUTE AF POST NAMEK FRO SHE HAD THAT LOOK WAS SO CUTE

Do you prefer the sub or the dub?

I love the sub for OGDB but for everything else I have to do dub

What is your favorite technique?

Alright this one might be controversial but Mafuba is a great technique I would put all of my enemies in jars if I could.

If you could write your own episode, what would it be about?

Ok hear me out we bring back Raditz and-

What would you wish for with the dragon balls?

If we're talking post Dende-ification of the balls then I get three wishes lets go.

Shenron give me top surgery so I can finally be free of my tits

I want a 2 bedroom 1.5 bath Capsule home

Gimme $1 mil

[alrightieaphroditie]

take the edge off | e.m. series masterlist! | next part!

pairing *:･ﾟ eddie munson x female! reader wc *:･ﾟ 3.7 k warnings *:･ﾟ mentions of drugs (weed) and talk of events that happened in s3! an *:･ﾟ ahh i have officially written my first fanfic ever!! this is very exciting for me but also makes me kinda nervous, hehe. i hope this leads to me writing many more, though, bc this shit is lowkey therapeutic. anyways, this is kind of unedited, so if any major errors jump out at you while you're reading, please let me know so that i can fix it! this is like a soft!eddie type fic bc i was just in the mood for it last night! i appreciate any and all feedback!

synopsis *:･ﾟyou're exhausted, feeling burnt out, and your neighbor won't stop practicing guitar with his amp turned as loudly as possible. you need a pick-me up, and eddie munson has just the thing.

you were desperate. at least, that seemed to be the only logical explanation you could think of as to why you were walking across the graveled road towards eddie munson's trailer late at night in your pajamas.

of course, if anyone asked max why you went over in the first place, she'd tell them that you were just asking eddie to turn down his amp. munson was notorious for practicing his guitar late at night, and most nights you and max didn't mind the background noise. in fact, on the nights where max couldn't sleep, the nights where she would cling to you while you both sat on the couch. you comfort her as much as you can while wiping her tears and running your hand through her hair softly, and you appreciated the noise then. you created a game for those nights, telling max to close her eyes, to listen to the chords he struck loudly, and guess which song he had decided that he needed to learn that week. it seemed to calm her enough, and you always made her laugh when you suggested that eddie was finally learning a david bowie song.

as if.

but tonight was not one of those nights. tonight, you had worked two shifts at the family video in town (somehow keith hired you even though your top three movies were breakfast at tiffany's, the aristocats, and the dark crystal) and then went straight to the police station, where you were helping flo sort through files and answering phone calls. max was sitting at the table in the kitchen area when you got home, multiple books and notebooks flung about the small space. the table was where the two of you had spent the last few hours as you tried helping max study for her biology exam at the end of the week. you could tell she was seconds way from ripping her hair out of her head, and you, well you were barely hanging on yourself.

working two jobs in hawkins while living at a trailer park was not what you had envisioned for yourself when you moved out a year ago to attend college. you lasted two semesters, came back home to visit your family, and then your world turned upside down. literally. a few weeks after getting settled at your old house, max confided in you that she was worried about billy. she wouldn't exactly tell you why, but you promised you'd try talking to him. you never truly cared for your stepbrother, but max, for whatever reason, had a very small soft spot in her heart for him, and you wanted to take care of your sister. he was the same asshole he'd always been when you spoke to him the next day, slamming the door in your face as he walked away in his red swim shorts and white tank top. you thought nothing more of it.

it wasn't until you got home late one night from being with your friends when you saw billy carrying bag after bag of ice to his bedroom. he looked feverish, but despite your questions, he insisted that he was fine. later that night, max ran into your bedroom, shaking and panting. she'd had a nightmare, and this was when she finally gave in and confessed to you some of the events that had happened the previous year. you learned all about eleven, a girl who had some kind of power, and the truth about what went down at the hawkins lab. it was only a matter of time before you were recruited by max's friends, and you were one of the few who knew the truth of what happened at the starcourt mall. one of the few inside the mall when the mind flayer attacked.

max had been immediately affected by the events of the night, by billy's death. she had shut down, became a shell of the person she used to be. every now and then you'd catch a glimpse of the girl she used to be, but it disappeared just as quickly as you caught it. you, on the other hand, had responded to things a little differently. after billy's death, his father left your mother. not officially declaring a divorce, but there wasn't much hope for the marriage if one spouse was in california while the other was in indiana. your mom struggled to keep her job, turning to drinking to cope with the loss of a stepson and her husband, almost forgetting that she still had two daughters to care for. you knew you couldn't go back to college after this, and so you withdrew, moved back home, and have been helping keep things afloat as much as you could. you needed to be the person max could rely on during these times, and so you kept your emotions and struggles to yourself.

usually, that wasn't an issue. you had become one of reefer rick's most reliable customers, seeking him out to buy weed whenever you could spare some of your hard-earned money. that solution worked for about half a year, and then rick got busted by the cops. you had run out of your stash a few weeks ago and were starting to see the results of not being able to smoke. your thoughts wouldn't stop running a mile a minute, and every time you closed your eyes, you saw billy. you got cranky, becoming irritated more easily, and a perpetual migraine sat at the back of your head.

on this night in particular, you had already snapped at a guest when they tried convincing you to let them take home another movie even though they already had the max out, and you shouted at officer callahan when he accidently dumped your cup of coffee out in the sink because he thought you were done with it. all you wanted to do was lay in bed and cry, but when you saw max at the table, you knew that wasn't happening any time soon. and then eddie freaking munson started to play his damn guitar when it was almost the middle of the night.

a soft march breeze flittered throughout the night, and you wrapped your oversized brown flannel around your middle as you stepped through the grass to the few stairs leading up to eddie's door. it was then that you immediately regretted coming out, only for the fact that you were wearing a tank top and shorts under the flannel. you almost turned around and went back to max, but as you started down the stairs, eddie struck a chord that made your head throb, and that was that.

"munson!" you shouted, banging a fist on the trailer door a few times. you shifted your weight, holding your flannel closed with one hand as you waited a moment before starting to knock again. "eddie!"

the incessant noise abruptly stopped and, feeling satisfied with yourself, you started to march down the wooden stairs, thinking about making some hot chocolate for you and max. you had just reached the grass when you heard the door to the trailer fling open, causing you to spin around. in the doorway stood eddie munson, wearing a white t-shirt and pair of red plaid pajama pants, leaning forward a bit as he held open the screen door. his big brown eyes found yours immediately, and you watched as a cheshire cat grin spread across his face.

"well, well, well. if it isn't miss mayfield standing at the edge of my humble abode. to what do i owe the pleasure?" he asked, moving forward on the small landing. he leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at you, the grin never leaving his face. despite the breeze, you felt your face heat with a blush.

eddie munson was no stranger to you. namely, he had quite the reputation of being a freak, what with his heavy metal band corroded coffin and his supposed satan-worshipping hellfire club. you knew the later was a nothing more than a stupid fear, though, as max's friends were all involved in the club. every time you worked with steve harrington at family video, you were subjected to listening to dustin henderson speak nothing but praises for eddie himself. and you trusted dustin, had no reason to believe otherwise. you had also gone to school with eddie, though you weren't really sure he remembered that fact. he was supposed to have graduated before you, and then with you, and now, after you. you'd even had a few classes together, but you knew he spent more time not being in class than he ever did in it, so you honestly didn't really expect him to know you. even these last few months that you've lived across from him, you've never interacted with one another. just some stolen glimpses when you're arriving home and he's leaving, or vice versa.

you must admit that you did foster a bit of a crush for him when you were in the same grade, and now, with him standing above you, gazing down at you with his brown eyes, you were starting to remember exactly why you felt that way. clearing your throat, you copied his pose, crossing your arms across your chest. "i was just coming over to ask you to turn down your amp a bit, please. max has had a rough day." you weren't completely lying to him. you really did need him to quiet down otherwise you were worried your head might genuinely explode from the migraine. however, you also knew from rick that eddie also dabbled in selling drugs, and again...you were desperate.

he studied you for a moment, the sounds of crickets chirping filling the silence, before pushing himself off the doorway. he gripped the railing of the landing between his hands, leaning forward slightly, and in the glow of the streetlights you could see the silver metal of the rings adorning his fingers. "ah, max is the one having a rough day, yeah? is that why you look like you're five seconds away from bursting into tears on my lawn?" he drawled out, cocking his head to the side as he questioned you. his accusation caused your eyes to widen, and you forced yourself to take a few deep breaths. you were not about to lose your cool in front of eddie munson.

"let's just say we've both had a rough day, then. i'm trying to help her study for her biology exam and she can't focus with all the noise coming from here." you state, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. eddie's eyes squinted down at you, and you could see his nose scrunch as he scoffs at you.

"it's not just noise, mayfield. it's music. i'm not surprised you don't know the difference, though, considering all you do is blast bowie and fleetwood mac." you can tell by his voice that he was irritated, and you almost have to stifle a laugh. he's shaking his head slightly, his wavy hair falling around his shoulders. he sees your grin, though, and he pauses. "is something funny?" he asks, moving one of his hands up to grab a piece of his hair and twirling it in front of his face.

"you can't diss stevie nicks, eddie. that's, like, sacrilegious," you tease, your grin growing a little wider as you speak. you've always known how passionate eddie was for his music, and that was honestly something you respected him for. he wasn't afraid to simply be himself, even if this town hated him for it. eddie munson wasn't a freak, he just had unique interests that made him stand out. and in hawkins, standing out was the last thing anyone wanted to do.

eddie continues to twirl his hair around his finger for a moment before throwing his hands out wide. "oh, haven't you heard? i'm a devil worshipper, y/n. being sacrilegious is the least of my worries," he declares, taking a few dramatic steps down the stairs. he stops when he's in front of you, and you realize how much taller he is as you tilt your head back slightly to maintain eye contact. your fingers fiddle nervously with the buttons on your flannel, but you don't back down.

"devil worshipper or not, it's very childlike of you to be judging others for their taste in music just because it doesn't match your own. i'm not hating on you for playing metallica at all hours of the night, just simply asking you to turn it down a notch." you reply, suddenly wondering how the conversation strayed this way. and how he knew what music you liked to listen to. this was a mistake, you thought, maybe i should just take a bath instead of smoke tonight. with that decided, you gave eddie a small wave before starting to back trek to your trailer.

"you could tell that i was playing metallica tonight?" eddie called out at you from behind suddenly. with a sigh, you turned back around, catching him looking at you with an eyebrow raised. you couldn't help but roll your eyes. "yes, munson, i could tell it was metallica. it's their newest song, right?" you asked, putting your hands on your hips as you stood in the middle of the gravel road. you could tell that your response shocked eddie, and it made you smile. "i don't just listen to bowie and fleetwood mac, hon."

those big brown eyes of his widened, and suddenly a smile lit up his face. "there are layers to you, mayfield. i like it," he whispered while pointing a finger at you. "you know, i've actually heard a lot about you, my lady. especially from my dear friend, rick." his grin grew even bigger with his last remark, and it was your turn to look at him with a raised eyebrow. you couldn't fathom why rick would talk about you to anyone, least of all eddie munson. it wasn't like rick knew everything there was to know about you, but sometimes he would let you try out a new strain of weed he had gotten, and you never could control what slipped from your mouth then. that's why you always preferred getting high in the comfort of your own bedroom.

"and are you planning on sharing what you've heard, or are you just trying to hang it over my head?" you asked, tilting your head to the side slightly. your hair fell down your face, and eddie's eyes trailed the movement, causing your face to flush as you pushed it back. he began pacing, occasionally glancing at you before leaning against the railing of the stairs, reaching behind him to hold on to the wood.

"i'm sure it's stuff you already know," he joked, winking at you as he laughed. when eddie laughs, his whole face lights up. his eyes get bright, his smile so wide that you can see the lines around his mouth curve. it's the type of reaction that makes you want to try to get him to laugh again, even if it's at your expense. you watch as he squats down, his plaid pants tightening around his thighs as he runs a finger through the grass in front of him.

"it's mostly just the basics, i guess. you dropped outta school, picked up two jobs, started being very motherly towards your dear sister. i can only imagine how stressed out you must be. makes a man wonder how you handle it all," he tilts his head up to look at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. you immediately understand the direction he's going with his, and it's enough to make you roll your eyes.

"eddie, if you're talking to reefer rick about me, i'm pretty sure you can imagine what i'm doing to handle my stress." your gaze is as heated as your tone, and he definitely picks up on that. he holds his hands up, frowning slightly.

"woah there, mayfield. i'm not accusing you of anything. we all need a little something now and then to take the edge off. your secret is safe with me," he tosses you another wink, and you push down the wave of butterflies it sends to your stomach. you really should be going back inside, back to max. she's probably wondering what's taking you so long. and yet for some reason, you can't seem to feel the urge to actually want to leave. surprisingly, you like talking to eddie. there's something about him that's so disarming, and there's a part of you that wants to sit on the grass next to him and talk to him until the sun rises.

you watch as he stands back up, wiping his hands off against his pants. "in fact," he continues, giving you a glance before moving to jump up the steps. "i think you could use a little something right now. you feelin' on the edge tonight, mayfield?" he asks, almost softly, gazing down at you with his big eyes. his tone is teasing, but his eyes show how genuine he is in asking that. how much he actually does care. it's his eyes that essentially bring down your walls, and you find yourself wrapping your arms around your middle and nodding slightly in response.

"just a bit," you whisper, feeling tears burn in your eyes suddenly. too many emotions were swelling up inside you, and you felt close to breaking down, which was an unexpected turn of events for you. usually, you're able to push down these feelings until max was asleep. you'd go through the motions of getting ready for bed, but instead of heading to your bedroom, you would escape outside and sit on the stairs leading up to your front door. you would cry until you simply couldn't, and then you'd tuck your knees up under your chin and hug yourself until you felt strong enough to go back inside. you always figured the night was the safest time do let go, the time when no one else would notice you breaking down. but the look in eddie's eyes have you wondering if you've had an audience some nights.

his gaze is soft, and he has the smallest of smiles on his face, more sympathetic than anything else. he holds up a finger, muttering "one second," before dipping back into his trailer. you use this time to blow out a loud sigh, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your flannel and trying to make yourself seem like less of a mess. you can hear a few things being knocked over or dropped in the trailer, and you walk to the bottom of the stairs, concerned. "eddie?"

he bursts out of the door quickly, nearly tripping on the doorstep. his hair flies behind him as he gathers his balance. he makes his way towards the step in front of you, grinning, and when he's near you, he holds out his hand. you see a small baggie nestled in his palm, and the urge to grab it hits you hard, but you restrain yourself. in all your desperation, you forgot a key factor needed to make this a done deal - money. just yesterday you spent what you had left of your two paychecks on helping with the electric bill and getting groceries for the three of you. what little savings you had in your account was saved back for max, in case she needed anything.

looking up, you give eddie a small smile but start to shake your head. "i really appreciate the gesture, but i... i can't really afford to buy this right now. thank you, though." at your response, eddie simply laughs and reaches down to grab your wrist. he brings your hand up and drops the baggie into your own palm dramatically, curling his fingers over yours so that you’re holding it in your fist now. you watch him with furrowed eyebrows the entire time, confused.

"no charge, mayfield. knowing that i helped you get back from the edge is enough for me, alright?" he says quietly, still holding your hand within his own. the two of you stand like that, frozen in time, for a moment before his gaze lifts over your shoulder. a grin encompasses his face, and he turns his eyes back on you. "i'd ask if you wanted to come in, but it looks like someone is waiting for you back there." he nods his head in the direction of your trailer, and you turn your head to look, catching a glimpse of max in the window before the curtain closes quickly. you can't help but laugh, and when you turn back to eddie, his eyes are locked on your hand in his.

when he realizes you're looking at him, he clears his throat and drops his hand away, shoving both of his into the pockets of his flannel pants. the action makes you blush, and in a sudden act of bravery, you tilt up on your tiptoes, leaning forward to press a small kiss against eddie's cheek. "thank you, munson."  the smell of smoke and his aftershave fills your nose as you pull away, and you start to back away slowly from the landing. eddie's head turns, and he blinks slowly, almost sleepily, and gives you one of his grins. you don't even bother trying to suppress the butterflies again.

"don't be a stranger, mayfield." he calls out at you as you make your way back to your trailer. when you reach your door, you turn back around, noticing that eddie was waiting for you to make it back. giving him a small wave, you finally head back inside, hiding the little baggie within your sleeve so that max wouldn't see it. when your door is shut, you lean against it, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

if being desperate meant having more interactions with eddie munson, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to be after all.

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Can Riddler draw?

My personal HC about the multiple incarnations of Ed and his relationship with art.

Frank Gorshing's Riddler: Yes, absolutly! This man is an artist in all possible ways, he can draw, play instruments, act, sing, write, is an exceptional movie director (this one is cannon btw, he is also canonicaly a huge fan of silent movies) . He was born for art. He just choose non-sensical riddle crimes as his art form/carear choice for some - totaly insane - reason.

- This show version of the Joker was also a good drawer and when they were both in a good vibe they would make silly art challenges against each other or make glorious collabs. Some of their art is in Gotham galeries by anonimus names.

- He also does vandalism via graffiti for no reason besides it being ilegal and them added some riddles in it so Batman and Robin could known who did it and where to find him because of course he did.

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TAS Riddler: Yep. But he can only make digital art, when drawning with pen and papper he is mediocre, fine at best, but give him a tabblet or any digitalization tool and he is amazing. Ironically he is the only Riddler who isn't an art snob.

- He cares little for drawning and his lack of interest in art unless is for games he is developing can explain why he can only draw digitaly even though it makes zero sense.

- He does make fanarts in his free time just for fun and has done some comissions for other rogues, mostly Harley. He also has very traumatic memorys of making NSFW Batman×Joker fanart and short animations because Joker demanded it and he was to scared to deny.

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Jim Carrey Riddler: No. He cannot draw to save his life but he doesn't know it.

- The only person he showed his drawings to was Harvey and he wasn't able to tell the truth and break Ed's heart so he said it was great and very artistic and tried his best to not compare it to a toddler's drawning.

- He has lot of stick figures of what is supposed to be himself and Bruce Wayne holding hands and kissing, but honestly not a single person besides him can tell it's contents cause it's too badly done.

- He is not artistic. Like at all. Except maybe poetry cause the riddles. But besides that he has no artistic skill but he belives he does. Two-Face is a great friend/suporter/boyfriend/partner and lies to him about how good he is to not break his heart.

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2004 The Batman cartoon Riddler: More or less. He was a good drawer before becoming The Riddler, but he is very out pratice now days and can only make skulls. He does very good skulls, but he just forgot how to do proportions outside skulls. He also hates coloring and cannot paint inside the lines.

- He could go back to being a god artist if he ever tried to resharpen his skills, but Julia was the only person he let see his drawings back then and trauma is a bitch.

- He draws skulls everywhere cause he is just that emo. He has skulls and stylish question marks in every piece of papper he ever recieved. That and some green day and mcr lyrics.

- He is a great musician though. Mostly a guitar player. He even played in the Lounge once. Unfortunally Oswad was the only hardcore punk fan at the rich people gala night so it didn't stick.

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Gotham Series Riddler: No and he hates it. He has all other artistic tallents possible: great musician, does amazing sculptures, fantastic actor, number one photographer... But he can't draw.

- He get's very pissy if anyone is drawing in front of him. He cannot understand why one artistic talent scaped him. He is specially annoyed when he discovers that Oswald can draw, Oswald who couldn't give less of a shit about art, is unable to name more than one painter and would not recognize a forgery if it singed about being fake, can draw and he can't. He can make origami for god's sake. Why is the universe so cruel?

- After their reunion in the last episode he finally acepts to let Oswald teach him how to draw. He is annoyed at it and keeps mentioning all his numerous hability's Os doesn't have, but in the end he is very thankfull.

- He is still an art snob. A very annoying art snob.

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Lego Riddler: No. No one in that universe can draw it is impossible to do it with Lego hands, shut up.

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Arkhamverse Riddler: Yes. He can also sculpture very well. Unfortunally he is a very obcessive man and does little to his skill besides making prototypes for his trophies and very offesive Batman themed art. He also draws some of his sleep paralisis demons and trauma induced visions cause why not?

- Some times he draws some shit randomically when he is very sleep deprived. Most times he ends with some very good horror art and he has no idea where did this come from, why he did it or what to do with it. Seriusly this man needs help.

- He does cringy drawings of himself but like buffer and stronger and better. He also does some self insert art. And has some cringy self-insert OC's.

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Rogues! Podcast Riddler: He can draw. He is very smug about it. Isufferably so. Like soo smug.

- He does weird fanart with the sole purpose to create online chaos, like amazing art of that ship the fandom despises or NSFW of otherwise cute cartoon characters (no kid characthers though) or creppy very detailed humanoid versions of real things and sometimes he does creppypasta art. He never signs this pieces. It's not the point. He wants to see the internet go crazy.

- When he does post a signed art he is very clear about hating when people repost it without credits and has send very powerfull computer virus for users who stole his art.

- He does comissions under a fake name on Tumblr and Twitter.

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Paul Dano Riddler: No. His drawning skills are average. He sometimes does some surpisingly amazing art and sometimes he does some toddler level drawing. There is no reason behind it. Maybe if he trained he would be an actual good artist but he is too busy being traumatized and playing Zodiac Killer crossover.

- He did a lot of fanart of the Batman. Some good, some bad. Mostly average. All have a lot of religon simbolism and are very homoerotic.

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Batman Unburied Riddler: Yes. Of all Riddlers he is the one more in touch with the artist vibes, and besides being very good in writing (all types not only riddles and poetry) he is a great painter and can draw very well.

- He likes reading art books and draws in the margins of most of them.

- His trademark drawings besides stylish question marks are comunist symbols. He also does chibi Batman and after the Harvest case chibi angry Barbara.

- His drawnings are mostly casual things he does whe bored, doddles in the margin of books or random napkins at restaurants or tabbles. He particualry likes to make small doddles to acompany his wrote riddles.

- He loves art in all forms and is a huuge art nerd. Probably the biggest one.

[I won't mention comic versions of Riddler cause there's too many and I want to go to sleep if possible]

[differentkettleoffishalltogether]

I’m On Fire [Chapter 2]

With her sister’s wedding fast approaching and her Mom hounding her about finding a date, Y/N makes a terrible decision that lands her and her least favorite genius in a confusing situation.

Chapter Summary: Y/N and Spencer start to put a plan together.

A/N:  I’ve got a head cold at the mo’ but I had to get a covid test just in case so I’m not allowed leave my room till I get the results! So enjoy a bonus chapter while I wallow on my own for like 36 hours :( On a positive note, thank you guys all so much for the response to chapter 1 I really didn’t see that coming! I’ve tagged everyone who asked, let me know if you wanna be added

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

Category: Fake Dating, Enemies to Lovers, (Eventual) Smut, Fluff, Angst, it’s a Slow Burn Baby

Warnings: Cursing, some NSFW language/themes

Word Count: 6.1k

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"Are you coming up or what?"

The question was still ringing in my ears. It caught me completely off guard. 'Up' as in up to Spencer's apartment? Where he lived? I knew he lived somewhere in theory, just like I knew deep down that he wasn't made in a test tube. 

Without noticing I've undone my seatbelt and I'm hopping out of the car, following him around to the front door. I guess I am coming up.

Spencer's apartment is more cosy than I thought it was going to be. It's warm and lived in. It's not big, but I think that might be what makes it homely. Something about the way he behaves had me thinking it would be fully decked out in stainless steel or glass or something. But it wasn't pristine, it was messy. 

There were books bursting from the shelves that lined the walls of the apartment, along with books laid open over nearly every surface in the place, it looked like he was in the middle of reading all of them, and honestly, I didn't doubt it. Maybe I'd misjudged him. He even had some photos of what looked like his family, and maybe friends, even some of the BAU, lining his walls or propped up on his mantle. He had little trinkets and souvenirs on his shelves too, evidence that he'd been around the country for reasons other than a case. I would never admit it to him but there was a real charm to the place.

Once we got inside he took off his bag and suit jacket, tossing them on the desk just inside of the door. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, and he seemed to pick up on my awkward energy.

"You can make yourself at home" he said, his confident streak remaining. I had no idea what to do with that. What would even make me comfortable in Spencer Reid's apartment? I took a seat on his sofa and just sat with my hands resting in my lap. Really not even sure where I should look without feeling like I was invading his privacy. Even though I wanted to. I think it was morbid curiosity, looking for clues on who this man might actually be outside of the BAU. What I really wanted to do was stand up and walk around, soaking in every bit if this place as if it would help me decipher our messy relationship.

He returned to the living room a few moments later, two mismatched mugs in his hands. He places one in front of me on the coffee table. I pick it up and take a sip. It's lemon and ginger, how did he know what kind of tea I liked? I held the mug in my hands inhaling the steam in an effort to relax. When I look up he's watching me, arms folded across his chest.

"So, how does this thing work. What's the game plan?" I honestly have no real idea. This evening really got away from me, I was still expecting to snap out of it and wake up in my bed at any moment.

"Well I can't say I've ever been in a Sandra Bullock movie before either so this is uncharted territory for me too" I say with a chuckle, trying to ease the tension. Even a little. I can see him crack a small smile but hides it almost instantly, his face hardening again.

"My sister, Margot, she's getting married in like 4 months." I can feel myself tense and I shake out my shoulders, I have to remind myself that he's agreed to this already, "Fuck it, I'm just going to be honest with you. My Mom's mostly freaked out that I'm too attached to this job and that I'll just never find someone again." I shouldn't have said again, fuck. I hope he didn't pick up on that. Who am I kidding. "Even though, I'm not sure I care if I do or don't?" he doesn't say anything, like he's waiting for me to continue. I know I've shared a little too much already but I keep going.

"Margot's 2 years younger than me, I introduced her to her fiancé Philip, we met in college, he's a sweetheart. But since they've gotten engaged Mom's gotten exponentially weirder. I think she's convinced I'm fully going to die alone, as if that would be the worst thing that could ever happen? Anyway, she's been trying to auction me off to all these guys, using this wedding as an excuse. I'm not sure how much of that phone call you actually heard earlier but Mom was trying to sell me on this guy, David, and I just… snapped." I look up at Spencer and he unfolds his arms, leaning in ever so slightly coaxing the story out of me.

"David, he uh, he worked for my father for a while back in high school, filing documents and stuff, busy work mostly. He used to make out with me when he was at our house after school, but then he'd ignore me in the halls the next morning. I know it's because I was a pariah back then or something but I didn't want to think about it today and I just got worked up. I shouldn't have let on that you were my date, I was just going to ask if I could bring Garcia or something, and I'm sorry." I cover my face in my hands, "I'm insane, you can back out if you want to."

I can hear him move from his spot on the opposite side of the sofa, he takes my wrists and gently pulls my hands from my face. He looks into my eyes, "I'm in this now Y/N, what do you need me to do?" he asks, and there's a genuine earnest in his voice that I think I've only ever heard a handful of times. And it's never been directed at me.

"Okay, well we've got a few months before you ha–, wait, fuck!" I throw my head back, there's already a complication, "shit" I curse under my breath. His eyebrows knit together, sitting upright.

"What's the matter?" he asks.

"I forgot about my Mom's 50th, it's next month. They've got this whole huge party planned back home in upstate New York. I've gotta go and they'll probably want to meet you, or they're gonna have a load of questions for me at least. I can try and get you out of it I'm sure"

He gets that cocky look again, he shakes his head "I don't know, I've always liked a bit of competition" he reclines back into his corner of the sofa, taking a satisfied sip from his own mug before speaking again. "You know, if I've got to learn enough to pass as your boyfriend in a month, surely that means you've got to learn enough to pass as my girlfriend within the month, no?"

Oh god. What have I done, why didn't I think this far ahead. "I mean, yeah I guess you're right." I had to remember he was doing me a favor. I had to get over myself. "Okay, if you're sure you're up for that?" I ask, and he nods, and I think he looks excited, or maybe he just finds the whole situation funny.

"If anyone's up for the competition it's you" he says, and I'm not sure if that's a compliment or a dig but I nod in agreement.

He takes another sip of his tea, collected and relaxed. I can't help but notice how at ease he is when he's in his own surroundings. I'm so used to seeing him sitting at a desk surrounded by paperwork, or combing through file after file in the make-shift office in a small-town police station, usually flustered or anxious, or antagonizing me whenever he wasn’t. This was a different Spencer. Completely in control, at ease.

"Alright, shall we get started then, we can't really afford to waste any time can we?" he was actually sort of right, so I nodded. It was only now occurring to me that I'd have to share parts of my personal life with him if I wanted this plan to work. We already knew the basics about each other, I'd read his file when I started at the BAU, I'd read everyones. And I feel like it was safe to presume he'd done the same.

His eyes bore directly into mine as he leaned forward, I think he was enjoying how uncomfortable I must've looked.

"How about I ask you some rapid-fire questions and you have to answer 'em?" he asks, and it's as good of a plan as any, and I can't think of any other suggestions, so I nod.

"Okay, shoot." I say, unsure and nervous, so I brace myself. I'm just grateful that he's making my life easier rather than harder for what feels like the first time since I met him.

I really should've known better.

He leans in, "So Y/N, first question, when did you lose your virginity?"

I almost choke on the mouthful of tea I just took, that can't be what he just asked, and he looks like he's savoring my shocked expression.

"I uh, I don't think you need to know that?" is all I can get out.

"Really? You think that's something your boyfriend wouldn't know about you?" he's right, but I didn't want to admit it outright.

"I feel like I sort of already hinted. It was that same guy David, I was 18, he was 19. We had sex on the couch while my parents went out one evening. I kept my bra on the whole time, he came, I didn't. It was all very standard stuff." I wasn't sure what compelled me to add that last part. I think I was giving in to the open honestly thing. "So what about you Doc?" I challenged.

He didn't seem embarrassed, or even shy. "I must've bloomed little later than you" he admits with a soft chuckle, "Vivian Stewart, I was 21, she was too. It was the last semester of my last PhD and I figured I must be missing out on something. And I sure was" he smirks to himself. "I came, she did too, 3 times. I did a lot of research ahead of time" he mirrored my story and I rolled my eyes. It was hard not to feel a little impressed but I tried with everything I had to stifle it so he couldn't tell. I wish it didn't make me feel something but it did. I gulp down the mouthful of tea that's been sitting in my throat.

I have to shake myself back to reality. I can't give him the satisfaction of throwing me. "My turn." I command, "When was your last relationship Dr. Reid?" I ask, "I mean like, serious one, not like hook-up" I clarify before he can ask. He thinks on it for a moment.

"I'm not sure what you classify as fully serious, but I guess it was this girl, Rebecca, we dated for a while when I first joined the BAU but it didn't work out. What about you?" he flips it back.

"So that was what, like 6-ish years ago?" I ask, he just nods.

"Mine was like 3 years ago now I think. I met this guy Nathan on my first week of college, we dated for like 4 years. He moved here for me when I got accepted by the BAU." I had to stop myself from delving into the detail. It was a long time ago now but it still hurt. "Long story short, the hours were demanding and they got in the way more than I would've liked. We ended up splitting a couple months after I got the job." I tried to play it off like it wasn't one of the more devastating things to happen in my life. But something told me he’d registered that, so he didn't push.

His energy picks up and he looks at me with a grin, but there's something a little sinister behind it. "I've got a more fun question for you." he leans in closer to me, "Y/N, when was the last time you got laid?" I just looked at him in shock. 

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, I can go first if you really need me to?" his voice didn't waver,

"Fuck you Reid, I know when it was!" I snapped back at him. I did have to think back a little farther than I'd like to pull up the memory.

"Met this guy in a bar when I was out with Pen one night, we went back to his place and hooked up." I say as deadpan as I can make it.

"Well that's not very exciting is it?" he jokes, "Did you at least cum that time?" I know he's just trying to rile me up, but I answer anyway.

"As a matter of fact I did" I earn back a little of my confidence.

"I'm so happy for you, but you did manage to avoid my initial question" fuck "when was this exciting night of yours Y/N?" he probes, like I really, really wished he wouldn't. I could lie, but I'm sure he'd be able to tell. I cringe before I can say it.

"About 8 months ago" I mutter, just low enough for him to hear.

"Sorry, did you just say 8 months ago?" He nearly shouts in disbelief, he seems to find it funny.

"Hey fuck you Spencer!" I go on the defensive, "When was the last time you even got laid?"

"Like two and half weeks ago" he says, confident, and still laughing, "Wait wait, when was the last time you got yourself off? I know you're not waiting 8 months!" he giggles and I think I could kill him. I know I kept giving him outs but was it too late for me to just get up and leave?

"I'm not doing this with you if you're just gonna make fun of me Reid, I get enough of that at work" I get out, my voice is serious but I'm trying to hide how awkward all of this is making me feel, and I don't know that I'm doing a very good job.

I can tell that's gotten to him, he relaxes and eases up on the giggling. "Look okay wait Y/N. I'll stop, I'm not actually trying to make fun of you. I was being serious, I think stuff like this is important if we're gonna have to be comfortable around each other enough to seem like a real couple. Plus, it'll just help break the ice?" he shrugs. "But you don't have to answer if you don't want to."

I soften, because I agree, even thought I hate that he's right. "Fine" I collect my thoughts, "2 nights ago I'm pretty sure." I regret it almost instantly, but breaking the ice is supposed to feel awkward.

"Same here actually," he chuckles, "what'd you do?" I'm so startled by the question I almost forget how to answer.

"I, uh, my, my vibrator? I just felt like uh, I watched some..." I still can't force out a whole sentence. It's not like I was always awkward about sex or anything, I could talk to Garcia, or honestly probably any of the other team members about it. But with Spencer it didn't feel as comfortable. He still sat calmly, smiling just a little.

"Same here, 2 nights back, but with my hands I guess. I wonder if we were doing it at the same time?" he mutters the last part gently and my head goes a bit fuzzy. My eyes drift away from his face and settle on his hands, the mug he's holding looks so tiny with his fingers wrapped around it, I wondered how they'd look wrapped around my-

"Okay I think that's enough for one night, don't you think?" I jump up off the sofa and turn, mostly so that he doesn't catch the blush thats creeping from my neck up to my cheeks. And because I don't know what I'll say, or regret saying, if this conversations continues on its current trajectory.

"Sure," he says, standing up next to me, and I want to move further away instantly, "you're probably right, and it's getting a little late now anyway" he glances at his watch. Ushering me back towards his front door and opening it up. Before I can walk out he lightly touches my shoulder to turn me back to face him, and I wonder if he can feel the heat radiating from every part of me.

"So are you free next Friday after work?" he asks, and I'm so flustered I almost forget why, I just nod. "Perfect, how about we come here again and we can dive into preparing? You could also make a start on getting these onto a hard drive?" he gestures to the antique looking hardbacks adorning the shelves.

'Sounds great!" I perk up, feigning enthusiasm, "See you then!"

"Well, see you Monday morning actually Y/N" he smirks as I walk out the door. Fuck, he was right.

I really hadn't thought this through.

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The weekend was a bit of a blur. I decided to try and put some useful information into a document for Spencer. It felt strange to try and condense my life into as few pages as possible. I knew Reid had an eidetic memory, and nothing would necessarily overwhelm him. But I also knew that he was someone that the team relied on to fill in a lot of the gaps in the rest of the our knowledge. So I felt bad about dumping a load of information on him, especially considering it was a favor he was doing for me.

I'd complied the majority of my life into a 15 page document and printed it out. Hopefully that would address most of what my family could guerrilla attack him with. There was also something unsettling about the imbalance. I was going to give him so many of the intricate details of my life in a little file, whereas all I really knew about Spencer was what I'd taken it upon myself to learn about him throughout the past few years.

I'd read all of his work while I was in college, given how he was the gold standard of getting into the BAU at a young age, I wanted to know who this guy was. I think I'd pictured something different. And I couldn't deny there was something enticing about finally getting to know him after all of these years of working together. Maybe this could actually be fun, or interesting at least.

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I arrived early on Monday morning. I thought I was first into the office as usual but Garcia was sitting in my desk chair waiting for me. The second she saw me walk in she tensed, she must've known we were the only people in this early.

"What happened! You've been avoiding me all weekend?" she asked, and she was right. I'd drafted enough texts to her, trying to explain what the plan was, mostly without wanting to admit that she was right. Maybe I was stubborn.

"Alright okay, I drove Reid home." I admitted, dropping my bag by my desk. She rolls her eyes at me, dramatic as always.

"Well I knew that already Y/N damn! What happened next?"

"Fine, we went into his apartment and talked for a while. Trying to sort out the details, get a handle on things I guess?" I said, unsure of how much I should actually give away about our conversation.

"What things!?" She shouts, standing up from my desk,

"I don't know Pen, like logistics and stuff, I still haven't decided how I feel about that little stunt you pulled on Friday night!" I let my frustration get the better of me, and maybe that's why I haven't talked to her. It could also be because I know she's able to read me like a book and I'm not even sure how I feel about this whole situation.

"I call bullshit." She counters, "I know you were relived as hell when I sorted that whole thing out. You would've had anxiety tummy all weekend if I hadn't called Spencer!" I just go silent, she was right. I'd gotten so caught up in the whole, 'how to have a fake boyfriend' that I'd almost forgotten about how stressed I was about Spencer hearing my call in the first place.

"Okay, shit" I sigh. "Maybe you were right Pen. We're actually meeting up again this Friday after work to make a plan for the next while, so I guess that's progress?" I shrug, trying to play it off like this whole situation doesn't make my stomach flip.

"Ohhhhh! So like a date?" She probes, her enthusiasm rising drastically.

"Oh my God Pen no! Like an appointment at best" I diffuse the situation

"Ugh that's no fun" she says, not even trying to disguise her disappointment.

As if on cue Dr. Reid walks through the double doors into the bullpen. Both Garcia and I wave, overall awkwardly, but making an attempt pretend like things were completely normal and like nothing had changed since the last time we were all in the office together.

Penelope heads to her office as the bullpen starts to fill up quickly. Less than an hour later though Garcia's back at my desk and there's a new case that needs the teams attention in Boston. I follow her into the conference room and wait for the rest of the team to join. Spencer follows a moment later with 2 cups of coffee in his hands. I can see my mug in his hand and my automatic response is that he's messing with me. But he places my mug in front of me in the circular table before taking the seat next to me, listening to Garcia's briefing. I don't know if he's ever sat next to me in this conference room, at least not by choice.

I barely had any time to finish my coffee before I have to say goodbye to Garcia and hop on the jet to Boston.

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The case was grueling. More so than usual. It was wrapped up late on Thursday night and the team decided to fly back home first thing on Friday morning. I was exhausted. Even if there was enough time to get sleep each night it wasn't like I got any. Whenever a case got on top of me like this it made it hard to rest, or get it off my mind at all until it was wrapped up. So even though it was over, that didn't mean I wasn't exhausted.

Hotch gave the team the rest of the day off, given that we have until submit our paperwork by Monday. I wasn't sure if Spencer's invitation from the following week still stood. I didn't want to ask, partly because I was so tired, but also because I was scared. I wasn't about to show up at his house in an effort to have a heart to heart, or hand him a condensed version of my life story on a manilla envelope if he was as drained as I was.

Standing by my desk I packed up everything I'd need to get my paperwork done over the weekend, I was just about finished when Spencer snuck up behind me, perching himself on the edge of my desk. "So, you almost ready to go?" he asks, like it's the most obvious question in the world. I couldn't really hide my surprise.

"Oh yeah. That's fine, I mean, if you're still cool with that?" I ask, and I hate how flustered I sound, like he makes me nervous.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" He chuckles, standing up straight.

"Cool, gimme a sec and I'll be good to go."

I pack up the rest of my stuff quickly and we make our way out. There's something that feels a little eerie about the two of us being in an elevator together alone again. It was a different kind of awkward to how it felt a week before hand. It almost felt like a kind of tension rather than a hatred or a rivalry. Either way we rode down in silence.

Once we got to the basement Spencer walks out of the elevator and walks straight to my car without having to ask. I unlock it and he hops into the passenger seat. Like this is a natural interaction. Something we do all the time. And I don't hate it as much as I thought I would.

"So," he says, buckling up his seat belt and breaking the silence, "do you know how to get to my place from here or do you need directions again?"

"Well I've got to turn on the engine first" I tease, hoping he picks up on the reference to our last car ride, he chuckles like he does.

"Are you hungry?" he asks

"Starving."

The delivery guy get's to Spencer's apartment at almost the same time we do.

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Once the food's been demolished the two of us finally sit on his sofa, the same sides as the week before. "So, shall we get back into this?" He asks, sitting forward slightly to pull a notebook out of his satchel on the floor. It's small and lavender, and it's got a pen clipped into the spine. He cracks it open and flips to a specific page.

"Sorry, what's that?" I ask, pointing to the book, he looks confused,

"They're my notes?" he says, like it should be obvious

"Your notes?" I ask,

"My notes on you." he smirks, again like I'm silly for even asking.

He had notes on me? He had a whole notebook on me? What was even in that thing?

"You've got notes on me?" I ask, my hands reaching out to grab it, but he retreats faster than I can catch him. "What have you got in there that's so serious?"

"Nothing." and his tone's a bit too stern and I don't really want to push it when he's being so uncharacteristically nice to me.

"I've actually got this ready for you" I pull the file out of my own bag and toss it to him. "I'm not sure exactly what you need to know but that should be the majority of it at least."

He opens it up and glances over the the pages. It takes him all of 2 minutes to get through the whole thing. It feels unsettling that he's taking in a boiled down version of my life while I'm just sitting on the opposite side of the sofa. Trying to avoid the attention I pipe up.

"Um, hey, maybe it would be a good time for you to show me where to make a start digitizing your books over here?" I stand up and make my way to the shelf. He jumps up off the sofa and walks toward me, visibly excited.

"That's actually a great idea, I thought that the theses from my degrees could be a good place to start, since I'm pretty sure they're not backed up anywhere." he guides me to a section of the book case by the window. There's a series of leather bound hardbacks, the same gold font embossed on the spines. I recognize all of them, pulling out the first one.

"This is my favorite" I say without thinking about it and he does a double take, clearly thrown.

"You've, uh, you read my work?" he asks, completely puzzled. I'm sort of proud that I've managed to make him this awkward, and I nod.

"Mmhm, back before I joined the BAU actually. Before I really knew you" I regret saying the last part, it comes out a little meaner than I really wanted it to so I back track. "Spencer, I read all of your work while I was in college, you were like the gold standard. I don't think I slept more than 2 hours a night throughout my PHD because I was just trying to get as much done as you." and his face softens at the admission. But it takes him a moment before he responds. Leaving the two of us in silence a little too long.

"I had no idea" is all he says.

"I think this one was best" I say propping up the one in my hand, "you get a bit cockier as you move on” His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, "but I'll start with all of these I guess" I grab the matching books and stack them in my arms. Walking over to his desk and setting up. Glancing at the clock it was only 7pm so I decided to just make a start.

Spencer didn't contest. Letting me just get settled at his desk, I pull out my laptop and begin work on transcribing the first volume. After a few minutes he silently places a cup of tea down beside me and goes to sit on the sofa. The time rolls in quickly after that, each time I look up at Spencer he's carefully combing through the file I'd given him. Re-reading it and making little markings in his lavender notebook. I'm not really sure what I put in there that was worth making a note on but clearly he was reading between the lines on some things. That little notebook was like a profile of me.

When he seemed like he'd finished writing he pulls out his phone, scrolling through it aimlessly like I'd never seen him do before. It made him look so normal. His eyebrows knit together as he's looking at something on his screen and he stands up. Making his way over to me at the desk and shows me what he was looking at.

"Who's this?" he asks, "This guy you're with?"

I recognize the photo instantly. It's from a few years earlier, Nathan and I on the beach, my head resting on his chest. He'd taken it while we were on vacation celebrating our anniversary. That was about a month before I got into the BAU, I had no idea that was going to be our last anniversary. I gulp down the emotions that it stirs. I'm mostly over the whole thing by now, but looking at old photos like that, photos of happier times, it can still sting.

"That's uh, the boyfriend I was telling you about last week. Nathan, we broke up not long after I joined the BAU?" he nods, but he's smart, and I kind of figure he already knew that.

"Ah alright" he takes out the hardback and jots another note down. Maybe he's trying to get a read on me.

"What are you doing?" I gesture to the phone,

"It's research, do you not think that if you and I were really dating that stalking your social media profiles would be on my agenda?" he's smug, and he's right. But I guess I just didn't expect it from him.

"Well that's not really fair now is it? I can't reciprocate, you've got no social media presence whatsoever!" he finds that funny, letting out a deep chuckle and tucking his phone away in his back pocket.

"Maybe so, but that imbalance is hardly my fault. Besides, you've read all my dissertations apparently..."

"Bastard" I joke, slamming my laptop shut and throwing a pen from his desk at him so that it lightly bounces off the top of his head.

"Hey, there's no need for violence Y/N!" he rubs the spot beneath his curls, "Maybe it's time you took a break actually?" he says, sitting himself back down on the sofa.

I was reluctant to admit it but he was right. My eyes were starting to go a little fuzzy after looking at the screen for so long. I stand up and stretch my arms out above my head, feeling my spine stretch out after sitting for so long, letting out a low groan. Spencer waves me over to the sofa and I join him.

"How about we go back to basics?" Spencer asks with a small grin, and I can't help but let out a long sigh.

"I thought I was taking a break, no more questions" he just laughs at me,

"Relax, you're not that interesting, it's just a simple question." he states, and I'm not sure if I'm supposed to find it funny or offensive

"Ugh, fine, shoot"

"Well, actually it's two questions" he corrects, "what's your favorite movie, and what's your favorite snack?"

I'm confused mostly by the fact that it actually is a simple question, I was expecting something a lot more contentious, but also because he looks eager to know the answer.

"I'm not really sure what my favorite movie is to be honest, one of them is Night of the Living Dead?"

He nods to himself, and jots it down in the notebook again, "Alright, I can make that work" he stands up off the sofa before turning back to me, "and snack?"

"Peanut butter cups I guess?" I respond and he grins ear to ear, which is a completely new sight, and I like it way more than I thought I would.

"Perfect, gimme 2 minutes!" he leaves the living room and wanders towards the kitchen.

Spencer returns a few minutes later with a DVD, a packet of peanut butter cups , and a thick knitted blanket gathered in his arms. He drapes the blanket over me and gently places the peanut butter cups on top of it before popping the DVD into the player and sitting down beside me. I'm not really sure how to process any of the situation. Am I about to watch a movie on Spencer Reid's sofa? Sitting next to Spencer Reid?

"I... I, uh, thought you were just asking for your notes?" I ask, pointing at the notebook resting in his lap. He picks it up and throws it onto the coffee table.

"Sometimes I find experience is the best teacher, don't you?" he asks before pressing play, “And besides, it should keep you quiet for a whole 96 minutes” of course.

I can only nod in agreement, I'm not really sure what I'll say if I try to speak. I get myself cosy under the warm blanket and we watch the movie in near silence.

Once the credits roll Spencer finally speaks up, "I actually went to see a screening of this last month downtown, there was this little old horror movie fest-" I cut him off without really realizing, I'm just strangely excited that we've genuinely got something in common.

"Holy shit, I was there!" I say, more enthusiastic than the situation calls for.

He laughs at my excitement, "Well, I guess we have more overlap than I thought, that should probably help with the whole charade." he stretches his arms up over his head and let's out a small, gentle yawn. I'd been enjoying myself more than I thought I would, or would ever tell Spencer, that I'd almost forgotten that we'd both been on a case for almost every waking moment of the past week. I really should feel a lot more drained than I do.

I was just after midnight when I suggested that I head back home. I offered to take some of the books home to work on throughout the weekend but Spencer insisted that I just work on them whenever I came over again. I sort of felt like I should thank him for the evening when I was on my way out the door, or give him a quick hug, no that felt wrong. In the end all I could really muster was a lousy, "goodnight" and a meek wave on my way out the door before I drove home. And couldn't get to sleep.

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I've Got A Coupon (18+)

Part 7

Jungkook: Erotic Movie

Warnings: 18+ consensual sexual poly relationships. Always swearing, Safe sex is implied. Don't read smut if you can't handle the 🍆💦

Words: 1700

Valentine's Day, what do you give 7 men who already have everything?

Sitting down, you create a series of Love Coupons and place them in a bowl...

Erotic movie night

Massage with a happy ending

Lap dance

Voyeur, look but don't touch!

Naked Chef, dining al fresco

Trip to the sex shop

Location of your choice!

Calling them to the kitchen they each take a turn picking their present.

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7:30 pm

Freshly showered you made your way to the Golden Closet.

Usually you let yourself in but for some reason today the door was locked.

"Jungkook, let me in."

You heard him running to the door and the handle turning. Instead of letting you in he came out and stood in the hallway.

"What's going on?" Passing him a bag you tried to push past him.

"What's this?"

"Valentine's candy for you," you kissed his cheek." I bought it for you on my date with Tae.  

Wrapping both arms around you he lifted you off the ground in a bear hug. "So you were thinking of me while you were with Tae?"

You had to smile at his competitiveness. "I'm always thinking about you Guk."

He hummed happily giving you a kiss before setting you down.

"Wait, wasn't your date at the Sex Shop? You can get food there?"

"It's the everything Jungkook thinks about store."  

He smiled knowing it was the truth. "I made you a surprise!"

He opened the door slowly and gestured for you to go ahead.

Inside, wall to wall, floor to ceiling he'd constructed an elaborate blanket fort. "What is this baby? It's so pretty!"

His arms wrapped around you from behind and his chin rested on your shoulder. "Do you like it? I wanted to do something special for you."

"I love it, so much," tears welled in your eyes.

"Hey, no crying. Are you tired? You must be exhausted." He pulled you towards the tent.

"I got you some drinks and snacks. I figured you probably haven't taken very good care of yourself today."

"This is kind of romantic for a porn date Guk."

"Well, I've got a coupon." He kissed your hand. "It says errotic movie but you said the rest was up to me. I just want to spend my time with you cuddling."

"You're cheating my system."

"But I'm not! There's a movie playing in there." He turned pouty, a skill you were sure he picked up from Jimin. "Do you want to fight about it or come inside?"

"I don't want to fight with you, I've missed you too much to waste time."

"Here," he handed you one of his oversized shirts. "You look really sexy but we're going for comfort."

Slipping out of your dress and into his favorite Carhartt you crawled into the fort.

He tapped the pillow beside him and extended his arm in invitation.  "Where did you get all these?"

"I may have stolen them so if anyone asks you know nothing."

You laughed and curled into his side. "You really don't want to have sex?"

"Nope, no ulterior motives, I just want to lay here and spend Valentine's day with my girl."  

The moaning sounds coming from the TV seemed out of place in the pretty fairy lit fort.

"So, what's going on here? Is there a plot to this one?" Shoving another pillow under your head you watched the screen. "What kind of porn even turns you on?"

"I think the blonde is supposed to be his therapist." You could feel the heat of his embarrassed cheek against your head. "I kind of like watching threesomes but I didn't think you'd appreciate that."

Sitting up to face him you confessed. "You know those really silly ones that are set up like game shows?"

He started laughing, "Really?"  Fumbling for the remote he quickly went back to the screens menu and loaded in a new search. "What do you think about this one?"

"Umm, maybe smaller boobs? I don't like the huge fake ones."

He raised his eyebrows, "Noona! I'm shocked."

"You're not the only one who watches porn Jungkook."

He propped himself up on his elbow, eyes moving back and forth trying not to get caught while watching.

"So how's that plan to only cuddle working for you?"

He groaned and pressed his dick  into your thigh.

"It was a noble effort Guk. And it still counts for bonus points."

You steam rolled over top of him and grabbed the bag from the sex shop. "I have an idea!"

"I'm thinking about sex and you're thinking about candy?"

He broke out in a fit of giggles, "What are you, five?"

"Okay blanket fort, I hardly think you have the right to call anyone 5."

Pulling out the box of candy you shook it in front of his face. "Want some?"

He tried to grab it but you were too quick. "There's a catch if you do!" You tucked it under yourself so he couldn't take it.  

He sat on you, "what's the catch, tell me before I tickle it out of you."

You couldn't stop laughing, "They're sexy conversation hearts."

"So I have to read my candy?"

"umm, kind of? It's more like you have to do what's on the candy before you earn the right to eat it."

"Well what are you waiting for don't you know I've got a stupid time limit."

"You can literally make me cum in minutes, I don't think you need to worry about that."

He held out his hand, "hit me!"

You tore the box open and tipped a candy into his waiting hand.

"Foot massage?" He threw it across the room, "That's bullshit, give me the box."

He dumped a few into his hand and went through them carefully. "Here's one, It says oral!" He pushed it between your smiling lips.

"Hold that for me till I get back."

Sliding down between your legs he dragged this finger through your wetness. "Do you want me to lick you like he's doing in the movie?"

"Do you think you'd be better than him at picking me out of a line up just by how I taste?"

His mouth was close enough that you could feel his warm breath. "Nothing tastes as good as you do Noona."

His finger gently rubbed over your clit and his tongue flicked into your hole. "You're so soft and pink and pretty," he suckled your button.

"What do I taste like Guk?"

"mmm," he hummed enjoying your line of questioning. He stuck his tongue deep inside you, curling it and collecting your juices.

Coming back up he held it out for you. You could see the cream gathered on the end. He raised his eyebrows as if he was daring you. So you accepted, sucking his tongue till it was clean.

"Fuck you're sexy."

Pushing his lips back down on yours you slid the candy heart from its hiding spot in your cheek into his mouth.

Sitting up he shook the box again and picked through them in his hand. Turning when he was satisfied he held out two fists, "Choose one!"

You tapped the left and he unfurled his fingers so you could read it out loud.

"Declare your love."

Without a word he shook his other fist in front of you.

Your heart was racing as you  stared at the beautiful man sitting before you with such a hopeful look on his face.

You tapped the right and he opened it slowly.

"I couldn't not get you a present for Valentine's day." He picked up the delicate black ring with his large fingers and held it up to you.

"I know it's not my place, "he stammered, "but I really am so in..."

Before he could finish you rolled on top of him kissing him like your life depended on it. Your hands were tangled in his hair while he worked to get his pants down.

"Take this off," he tugged at your shirt."

Pulling it over your head he sat up pressing himself against you. You were skin on skin, soft breasts against firm pecs. Moving slightly in his lap you sank down onto him until he filled you to the hilt.

Your mouths met in urgency, his hands guiding your hips as you rode him.

He suddenly paused his motions, the realization of your distraction tactics sinking in.

"Why are you stopping baby?"

His fingers pushed the sweaty hair out of your face. "I love you, stop holding back."

"I can't fuck you any harder Guk."

He grabbed your waist and rolled you underneath him.

Buried deep inside you he rendered you imobile with his body weight and he stared in your eyes.

"Your not gonna be able to fuck your way out of this one."

You turned your head so he couldn't see the tears.

"If you can't say it, if you don't feel the same way, I can't do this anymore."

"I'm scared Guk."

He relaxed his stronghold, his head relaxing into your neck. "I'm scared too Noona but even if I didn't tell you it doesn't mean it's not how I feel."

He held your face, forcing you to look him in the eye. "Do you love me?"

His brimming eyes spilled over and warm tears fell on your chest.

"Of course I do Guk, I fucking love you so much it hurts me…"

He put his finger over your lips, "That's all I need, it's enough."

He began to move again, his hips meeting yours slowly. Relishing the moment he wanted to make the most of his time.

Emotions were raw, you just wanted to be close in every possible way. You clung to him tightly, your legs wrapped around his waist as you kissed his neck.

"I love you." You kept whispering the words until he unraveled inside you.

He rolled to your side and grabbed your hand. Sliding the ring on, he smiled at the pretty little onyx stones that now graced your finger.

"Do you like it?"

You nodded, completely content in your declaration. "I love it

Part 8: Yoongi - anywhere you like

[shinisbestboy]

was bored so I thought I'd try writing again since I liked it so much the first time :)

contains joemaru because there is not enough of them online

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It was a lazy weekend afternoon.. Joe was at his house, playing video games and relaxing as he ignores all the homework he knew Sara will kill him for later. he ate a slice of reheated pizza from.. last night? a few days ago? didn't really matter, he wasn't letting a good piece of pizza go to waste! he was quite engrossed in his game of Zombie Slayers V3 (return of the Chad plague) that he didn't notice his phone ringing.. it vibrated loudly, Joe needed to pause his game so he could pick it up

"Y'ello? your boy Joe here" he started, as he was a creature of habit. the voice on the other side didn't pay it much mind "Joe I need to talk to you about something" it was the familiar sound of Sara.. she seemed a little stressed from what Joe could tell so he decided to take it more semi-seriously "what's up? you decide to confess your undying love for me yet?" he chuckled.. he sure had a loose definition of 'semi-serious'.. lightening up the mood couldn't hurt tho

Sara huffed, Joe imagined her blushing pouty expression and it made him smile.. Sara always looked her best when all flustered "not that!! ugh, no this is important! do you remember that guy I was telling you about at school? the new transfer boy with the white hair?" Sara explained, Joe tilted his head back as he tried to remember "you mean that Ranmaru guy? kinda looks like a dandelion up top?" he asked "yes that's him! we were talking on the phone and he totally asked me out! like he called it a date and everything! I didn't know what to say, I mean I barely know the guy so I wanted to say no but I panicked! now I have a date *tonight* and I seriously don't know how to tell him I'm not interested!" Sara spoke very quickly, definitely needing to get this situation off her chest.

Joe needed a moment to process the words but this was regular panicky Sara.. he could decipher what she said easily. he hummed "so you need a wingman, huh? then I gotcha Sara! I'm a total love expert, you two will be communicating so hard that he'll forget all about the whole silly date!" Joe chuckled, not earning one in return "don't make me regret this.. just meet me at my place in 20 minutes" Sara sighed as she quickly ended the call. Joe stood up from his seat, pizza forgotten and the game saved, finally something exciting to do! I mean he loved video games but there are only so many hours you can handle killing zombies

after getting dressed and packing his bookbag of the dating essentials, he took his bike and quickly made his way to Sara's house down the road. it didn't take long before he parked his bike on the side of the house and went to the main entrance. Sara was obviously there waiting for him, she let him in so they could go up to her room. poor Sara was a mess.. she wasn't so good at the whole high school romance thing, it's a good thing she had her good old pal Joe! "so.. what's the plan? we getting you all pretty'd up to break his heart or we ditching together?" Joe broke the silence as Sara didn't seem to know where to start "I mean.. I don't want to be cruel! maybe.. when he shows up, pretend to be my dad? or just tell him I'm sick in bed! or uh.. make something up, anything will do! I just can't do it myself!" Sara seemed defeated already, usually problems always had a solution with her but this was way out of her comfort zone, Joe understood how she felt

"if that's all it is, then I can do that no problem! seriously, you don't gotta worry about a thing, your good pal Joe is on the case!" he confidently puffed out his chest, this did not give Sara as much confidence as he intended but it didn't matter. a loud ring of the doorbell could be heard throughout the whole house, Joe hummed "wow.. he certainly got here fast.. time to work my charm!" they both got up tho Joe was the one brave enough to venture down the stairs.. Sara was safe from her hiding spot with a view to make sure Joe doesn't royally mess this up

Joe opened the door to be face to face with the shorter fluffy male, he looked not very well prepared.. he probably rushed to get here just like Joe did.. he looked much nicer in more casual clothes tho compared to the school uniform Joe would see at school. Joe smiled "hey! you're Ranmaru from school, aren't cha? I heard so much about you! I'm Joe" he happily introduced himself, taking the nervous boy's hand and happily shaking it. Ranmaru was a little shaken as he hadn't prepared to see anyone but Sara at the door.. this wasn't what he was expecting at all "o-oh um, yeah that's me" he didn't quite know what else to say to that.. I mean he didn't think anyone really knew his name anyway, he shook himself out of his spout of nervousness tho as he had a mission right now. taking his hand back, Ranmaru tried to stand a bit taller "is Sara here? or do I.. have the wrong house..?" he asked, he chuckled awkwardly.. he would feel very embarrassed if he was bothering a random person right now! he was already nervous enough for this date..

"Sara? oh yeah, she uh.. she's super sick right now! barfin' her guts out, not fun at all. she wanted to say no but she's just too polite, you know?" Joe wasn't the best at lying but by Ranmaru's concerned expression.. it looks like it worked easily "oh no! I had no idea! oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to put any pressure on her like that! I just have these movie tickets, but if she's not free then that's totally fine I don't mind" Ranmaru quickly backpedaled, panicking as he realized he may have been too quick to think it'd be that easy. it was weird since Sara didn't sound very sick.. but he definitely had no right to doubt anything, that'd just be nosy and all

unfortunately Joe's interest was perked "ooh wait, movie you say? what kind of movie was it?" he asked, he knew it might be a little salt on the wound to talk about since Sara wasn't going but his curiosity got the better of him. Ranmaru didn't expect any sort of interest from Joe.. but he took the folded-up ticket from his pocket to double-check "it was just the new Zombie Slayer 4.0 movie, Karen vs Chad Jr.. or something like that. I got these tickets for free so probably not the best--" Ranmaru was cut off by an excited Joe "woah wait, you were going to take Sara on a date like that?? she's way not into the zombie slayer series, I have tried getting her into it! trust me on this one, it wouldn't have ended nicely" he chuckled, Sara, unfortunately, was not the cute 'oh no this is scary, I will cling up to the closest person.. she was more of an 'I brought my katana for this very reason' and the tv is covered in sword cracks because of it.. Joe couldn't imagine seeing that happen in a movie theater, tho it would be a funny sight

Ranmaru sighed "I see.. dodged a bullet there then, heh.." he tried to sound optimistic but this wasn't looking good at all.. I mean first, he hears Sara is sick and now the date he was all mentally prepared for was probably going to flop anyway? a great boost for his ego.. he's glad he avoided the worst-case scenarios but he still wished it could have gone better "well.. I don't want to keep bothering you.." the sheep mumbled as he stood back, ready to call it quits. Joe stopped him "oh wait if you've got two tickets then can I come? I mean don't wanna let them go to waste, right?" it was worth a shot, if Sara wasn't going to take a date with the cute boy then Joe will just have to do it for her! plus he seemed like a nice guy, might as well get to know him, right?

Ranmaru was definitely caught off guard by this "huh?? you want to watch a movie with me?" he blushed, the soft pink on his cheeks was very visible on his pale skin.. Joe thought it was cute "yeah of course! zombie slayers is definitely a best friends movie, you know? come on let's go!" Joe closed the door behind him with a smile.. leaving Sara unable to keep seeing what was happening. "well, what are you waiting for?" Joe asked the dumbfounded male, who was definitely speechless by the sudden change of plans but after a moment he thought maybe this wasn't so bad "nothing.. I'm ready to go" he nodded, catching up to Joe as they left on their "date"

((ooc// I will probably write the rest in a part 2 cause this is already getting so long, tysm for reading, and don't be afraid to send me asks <3))

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Let’s be honest… we all know it’s true!

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Wife’s Touch - Male!Eivor x Reader

PART II 

I love Valhalla!

I love Eivor!

So this one scene in the game... I was honestly as sad and mixed as he was...

SO AS A FANFIC WRITER I DECIDED TO FIX IT! Because I am a Fic writer and BECAUSE I CAN!

This man deserved to be happy!

BIG Thank You to my @martakasravi​​ for checking my messy writing and for giving me tips for improving! Thank you for putting up with me and with my writing.

This story is placed in actual evenet that takes place during the main plot. So there is a spoiler. JUST A WARNING! IN CASE IF SOMEONE SITLL DID NOT GET TO THAT POINT.

You walked into the longhouse and immediately went to Randvi. "Any news?"

"None, all I know is that all our alliances will join Eivor,” she said as her fingers tapped the top of table nervously. She was seemingly worried. You couldn't blame her, you were worried as well. After all it was about your husbands.

While Sigurd was kept locked and tortured by some madwoman, Eivor axed and clawed his way through anything and anyone who would stand on his way to his brother. He was ready to burn the whole England if it meant finding and bringing Sigurd back to settlement.

"He will find him this time. You know that Eivor will do whatever he can to find Sigurd. He will succeed,” you said softly, touching her shoulder gently in an attempt of bringing some comfort.

Randvi nodded, giving you a flat smile. "What the healer said? Is there any reason why you are so sick all of the sudden lately?"

You smiled as the bit of happiness sneaked into your heart. "In a few months there will be a new little raven in the family."

"By gods! This is just the news we need, something good finally happened. Evior will be so please," Randvi hugged you tightly.

Giggling, you nodded and hugged her back. "I really hope so, I can't wait for him to be back. I want to tell him as soon as possible."

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Your next few days were filled with simple tasks.

You helped Randvi and talked with women that already had children, they all were surprised that you asked about maternity but at the same time gladly answered your questions.

One afternoon you joined Randvi in the long house.

There was still no news about Sigurd or Eivor.

"Oh Gods...," You heard Randvi gasped and immediately followed her gaze to see Sigurd with Basim.

There was a wave of happiness that washed over you. The Jarl was back home. Lost arm wasn't a good thing of course but the most important was that he was alive and back in Ravensthorpe, reunited with his people.

When Randvi ran to her husband's side, it suddenly hit you... Eivor wasn't with them.

"Basim... Basim," you stopped the man and looked at him. "Where is he? Where is my husband? Where is Eivor?," You asked with a fear in your voice. Your mind was already creating the worst scenarios.

"Eivor stayed behind in the fortress where Sigurd was held, reinforcements showed up. He and others decided to take care of them while we leave," he explained and soon walked away to assist Sigurd.

You felt relief, it was more than sure that he could survive and that he will return to you.

Placing your hand over your belly you sighed. "It's okay, your father will be here soon."

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Kai spending his last hours with you as a couple

You were a famous idol in the industry who debuted with a magnificent song and Kai was the maknae of TXT, a group which debuted recently.

Anyone would think that the two of you had nothing in common other than your love for music. You've only seen each other a couple of times on music shows and you weren't even talking to each other.

But the reality was completely different.

"I love you so much I could squish you"

"You squish me everyday, baby"

You were a couple, a healthy couple that was about to turn three years of relationship in the next week.

You met Kai when you were a BigHit's trainee like him. Unfortunately, you left the company, but that didn't stop you from taking him out on a date.

From that moment on everything was beautiful, all the moments by his side were truly magnificent.

But you didn't live in a fairy tale and sooner or later your happiness would come to an end.

"Hueningkai, you broke the dating ban and went against the company. Are you aware that you broke a very important point in the contract and that we have the power to fire you?"

"Yes, sir but I..."

A little, he just should have been a little more careful about kissing you close to the company. If he had only looked both ways before kissing your lips he would have realized that his manager was walking by. He could have avoided all this, he could have avoided the terrible question that was approaching.

"Kai, I know that you are still young and that sometimes young people don't take into account the weight of their responsibilities... that's why I will give you another chance but with the condition that you end your relationship with him right now"

"Please, don't make me do this, I can't do it. I ... I really love him, please. I promise no one will see us again, I promise anything but please don't make me do it sir"

"I won't change my mind, I already said everything I had to say. It's time for you to make a decision, him or your dream?"

And that's how you came to this sad moment. Your third anniversary as a couple and your last day together as one.

You two were in the TXT dorm since you weren't allowed to be in any public place. Kai put all his effort into decorating their room to make it look like the restaurant you were planning to go to, even Soobin cooked you a delicious dinner.

Despite the fact that your boyfriend looked beautiful as always and his smile lit up the room more than the candles that were there, an aura of sadness and pain enveloped you two when you gave him the beautiful flowers that your manager choose with you for him.

"I wish I could..."

"Shh, it's okay. Just... Let's enjoy this night as nothing happened. I have a lot of things to do with you"

And that was what you did.

You and Kai ate by candlelight, holding hands like on your first date. He blushed every time you put your fork close to his mouth to taste something from your plate while you smiled.

For dessert, you both decided to eat it while you were cuddling in his bed. Every time ice cream stayed on the corner of your lips, Kai laughed and kissed the part where the chocolate was. You were always messy to eat, staining your clothes and your face, but he was always by your side to help you so nobody made fun of you for having sauce on your face.

Unfortunately Kai could no longer be there to save you.

By the time you guys finished eating dessert, Kai didn't want to leave your side. He just wanted to hold you until everything was over.

"Please, don't go. Stay here with me"

"I won't go anywhere tonight"

Movies, series, board games, a video call with his sisters among other things you did together.

Neither of you wanted to close your eyes, neither of you wanted to miss a thing. You did everything possible to stay awake with your boyfriend, you didn't want to miss a second of his smile, his red cheeks, his calm breathing when you stroked his hair or the sparkle in his eyes every time you said you loved him.

He was your everything.

He was everything you needed in your life and you were willing to wait whatever it takes to be by his side without having to hide, without having to be a secret.

You were willing to wait in order to see him happy fulfilling his dreams with his friends. You were willing to wait because you loved him with all your heart.

Both spent the rest of the night awake and closer than ever. But again, reality came along with the dawn and your time to leave was approaching.

"Baby, I have something for you"

Quickly, you disappeared from his room and returned with a large box wrapped in wrapping paper. The box had some holes in the lid and when you put it down it had started to move on its own.

"Happy anniversary, my love. Go go open it"

With trembling hands Kai opened the box only to see two pairs of eyes looking at him curiously. His eyes filled with tears as he grabbed the two puppies in his arms.

"I asked your manager if pets were allowed in the dorm and for my surprise he said yes so... here are the little ones. They will take care of you in my place"

Kai's tears couldn't stop falling down his cheeks like a river. His heart was breaking into pieces and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

"I love you so so much, I don't want to be without you I... I will call my boss and I will tell him that I change my mind I..."

"No, baby no. Don't cry for me because I will wait for you. I promise that I will wait the years that are necessary to be with you"

"You don't have a dating ban so if you want to date someone else while I..."

"I don't want you to finish that sentence. The only person in the world I want to be with is you..."

You leaned towards him so carefully. Your heart was about to explode from the love you felt for that man.

"Just you... it's always been you"

And you kissed him. His lips were sweet and soft like cotton candy, even his kisses are perfect, everything about him was perfect.

After that, you stood up and started to gather your things, the faster everything was, the easier it would be for you and him.

"You know I will always be there for you as a friend, if you need to talk to someone don't hesitate to call me"

Finally, you closed your eyes to ignore the suffering on the face of your now ex-boyfriend. You opened the door and left without looking back, leaving in that room a part of your heart, hoping that someday your heart will be complete again next to his.

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We are not just friends — Part 5

Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a people of color, she's brown.)

Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.  

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use (weed), assault, Chris being Steve Rogers, commitment issues, my girl Sofia kinda messy, lots of fucking (eventually) 

This is slow burn at its best, at least emotionally. 

Series masterlist

Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4

5. LA, still.

The first thing Sofia asked after greeting everyone was where was his baby Dodger.

“Oh, he's running around in the backyard. Wanna meet him?” Chris asked her, still arm around her shoulders.

“Are you kidding? yes.” She said with an enthusiasm that makes Chris smile bigger, he likes it when they love Dodger.

Specially likes how she loves his dog.

Chris showed her the backyard, sliding a gigantic glass door open and the rescued big puppy come running.

“Dodger!” Sofía kneeled on the grass and the dog went straight running to her and started licking her face as she pets him and kissed him all over. “Oh my God!, he's so pretty!” Sofía screamed back at Chris making him let out a laugh as he sat down in the grass beside her.

“He is.” He agreed as she kept scratching his ears, Dodger had made his way into her lap and was sitting there, like a lap dog.

“I love you, Dodger.” She said hugging the dog and buried her face on his fur, with a smile she let him go do his thing and Chris was looking at her with a wide smile, heart fluttering and he had that weird ringing on his ears when his anxiety picked a little.

“Oh man, I can't believe I just meet him.” She said with a pout but a smile tugging her lips. “I miss my dog.” Sofía mumble feeling her throat constrict but the sudden emotion, she took a deep breath and push it all down.

Chris noted that, making him sigh at how Sofia never let any sudden emotion take hold of her, in all this time he had never seen her shed a tear for anything. It was a little frustrating, he had seen her mad, pissy, quiet, and really happy but he had never seen her sad and crying.

It's not like he wants her to be sad, no. He just wants to be there for her and for Sofia to know she had someone, besides Amanda, to lean on.

Chris justs wanted to her to open up.

“I'm hungry, let's eat something and watch that game of yours.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“So, you're Chris's friend?” Brad, one of LA Chris's friends asked sneaking up on the kitchen where Sofia was in pizza duty while they watched the game (which she couldn't care less).

“Yeah, I am. You're Chris's friend?” She asked not falling for the bullshit he was about to spill, she didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know where this guy was going with asking that question.

Brad let out a laugh and walk up the few steps that separated them, Sofia didn't even acknowledge him as she put the pizza the oven to warm for a little bit.

“You need something?” She asked crossing her arms and laid her hip on the counter.

“Um, maybe but I just want to check if you and Chris are fucking so I can ask you out.”

Sofía’s brow went up as he spoke and let out a laugh of surprise.

“That's forward,”

“I don't like playing games,” Brad's and licking his lips and Sofia considered, he was kind of hot… he had that frat boy douchebag thing going on. He was tall, not as tall as Chris. Brunette and hazel eyes… She would totally one night stand a guy like him.

“So…?”

“So, what?”

“Are you guys fucking?”

“I'm going to say no otherwise, you shouldn't bother man.” She smiled up at him, taking the pizza out of the oven.

“You don't want to go out with me?” Brad asked he was kind of surprised. Apparently, girls didn't say no to him.

“Nope.”

“So you're fucking Chris then?” Brad asked, thinking that this would be the only good reason.

Sofia stared at him because she was in no mood to explain why she didn't want to go out with him.

“I don't understand how that had something to do with you asking me out?” She asked looking back at the counter and grabbed the pizza to walk back.

“I'm trying to know if you're off-limits.”

“Off-limits.” She laughed and shake her head. “I already said no, consider that off-limits.”

She walked off with the pizza in hand and put it on the coffee table in front of the TV.

“Man, I like your friend she brought us pizza.” One of the other guys said and Sofia let out a laugh. Chris laughed and grabbed Sofia and put his arm around her shoulders.

“Yeah, she's awesome.”

Chris ended up wrapping his arms around Sofia from behind and watching the game just like that. She kept whispering about how much Tom Brady was an asshole and how she would definitely fuck Julien enderman because he had a nice ass.

“I kind of see the appealing… a little.” She confesses in the midtime drinking a few beers.

“Now you like it? it's because of the hot guys?”

“Of course, why wouldn't you started there in the first place?” She told him with a wide smile and Chris shale his head with a smile.

“You had no idea how happy I am that this beer is going to be here,” Chris said with a smile enjoying the last of the six-pack Sofia had bought her.

The game had ended almost half an hour back and slowly but steady everyone leaves, leaving those two enjoying each other's company in the backyard, feeling the lukewarm air and the amazing view Chris had from his backyard.

“I'm happy that you're happy, should I talk with Ron and tell him that Captain America wants to sponsor them in exchange for a lifetime supply of beer?” She asked, kind of joking kind of not.

Chris looked at her, considering the offer.

“Will he accept?”

“His eleven-year-old is a fan of the Avengers. He's in the loop, so yeah. I would like to think so.”

“Okay then,” He laughed and Sofia took a swig of her Stella artroia. “Can you arrange it?”

“Of course.” She said and make him a face. “I feel like I should thank you.”

“Why?”

“I probably just got a raise, maybe a promotion.” She laughed. “Ron is gonna shit his pants.”

“He didn't know?” He asked. “About us, I mean that we're friends.”

“Nope,” Sofía said looking at the empty bottle. “I'm not that kind of person, I'm not your friend because you make movies. I'm not looking for something—” She said looking at him, feeling a little guilty about the whole sponsor thing. “Chris, you don't have to do anything, seriously. I'll still get you free beer. I wasn't setting you up, you know that, don't you?”

“Hon, it never crossed my mind. I know the kind of girl you are, Sof.” Chris said reaching up and grabbed her hand, he entwined his fingers with hers and kiss her knuckles.

“The phrase ‘kind of girl’ always makes me think about sexual things.” She teased as Chris smiled against her hand, his lips lingering there.

“Mmm… now, do I .” He said and Sofia let out a chuckle. Caressing his soft beard with the tip of his fingers.

“I'm probably that kind of girl.” She laughed. “Now that I think about, I'm the kind of girl that girls say… I'm not that kind of girl.”

“And what exactly that girl is?” Chris asked, brow raised.

“That's down to fuck, do casual sex. All that shit, you know.” She explained letting go of his hand and laid down on the grass and her arms behind her head.

“And?” Chris asked, looking down at her body. How her hoodie and shirt underneath, she laughed. “That's not a problem, Sofia. You're entitled to enjoy your sexuality.” He added taking his eyes off her for a second and smiled looking at the hills for a second.

“Well, thanks, Captain.” She said stretching her arms, with a suggestive smile.

“What's that?” Chris said after a very known deep blue shirt popped underneath her hoodie. Sofia laughed as she lifted the hoodie on. “Oh my, take it off. Take it off!” Chris reached out and started to pull out her hoodie with a smile on his lips when he saw the Patriots logo.

“It supposed to be surprised, I kind of forget about it.” She laughed pulling her hoodie off her and Chris gasped putting a hand over his crotch. Making her laugh even harder.

“How could you forget this surprise,” He said looking for his phone on his pockets. “Hold still, baby girl. I need photographic proof that this is happening.”

She laid back on the grass, putting one arm behind her head and blow a kiss to the camera. It was a silly cute photo, the thing that Chris wouldn't know if that he will come to cry looking at this in just some time.

“Imma put this as my lock screen,” He said lying down next to her and show her the picture. “Look how fucking cute you look with my Patriots shirt.”

The action was interrupted by an incoming call that someone he was avoiding at the moment.

“Isn't that you girl-ex?” Sofi asked peaking at the phone. Chris sighed and nodded, sending the call to voice mail.

“Mmm yes.” He said putting the phone away and stayed quiet, Sofia was staring at him.

“Do I have to ask?” she raised an eyebrow at him.

“I was at an event, she was there… I was feeling lonely and you know.”

“Oh, you regretted now?”

“Yes, I don't—we're not good for each other.” He said and gave her a wide smile. “But I'm used to her,”

“Like an old habit,” Sofía said.

“Yes.”

“You need a new habit.” She shrugged like it was an easily fixable thing. “There's plenty of women, especially for you.”

“It's not easy for me to date anyone, I can't trust someone that easily.” He said, a little upset. “Some of them had ulterior motives.”

“Shit… I couldn't ever sell someone like that, much less someone I care about.” She said with a frown.

“I know,” He nodded. “I know that we are known for almost a year, but I trust you.” He smiled at her and Sofía smiled back and bite her bottom lip.

“That means a lot to me,” Sofía beamed and Chris laughed, she was endearing and Chris's stomach tighten.

Without much thought, in her semi-drunken state, she leans over and presses a firm kiss in Chris's mouth. He was taken back for a moment but he'd grip her waist and pull her close.

~~~

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