#ohhh but i do have a few few few announcements to make in my next post okay? so dont ignore it alright? kiss kiss love you

[plulp]

IM NOT A DOCTOR BUT I THINK I MIGHT BE ABLE TO HELP

[seokmthw]

after midnight | sung hanbin

⇢ pairing: hanbin x afab reader

⇢ warnings: best friends to lovers, fluff, a smidge of angst if you squint, first time smut, marking, oral (female receiving), explicit language, overall extremely soft

⇢ word count: 2.5k

⇢ synopsis: late night confessions with your best friend lead to things getting heated before he leaves for a few months.

⇢ note: ohhh i absolutely love how this turned out :( it's something i had partially written way back when, but never finished, and i figured that since i've been so inspired to write lately, i would! i hope you all enjoy, this is definitely one of my favorites! friendly reminder that i only write smut with afab readers because it's what i'm most comfortable with!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

never in your life did you think you would find yourself in this position. 

to be fair, this kind of situation itself wasn’t uncommon; you were laying in your best friend’s bed with blankets strewn about and your heads propped up by millions of pillows. but something was slightly different this time in that it would be the last you’d see of hanbin for months.

zb1 had announced a world tour shortly after their debut, which would require them to travel to many different countries, and could take a bit of time if there were setbacks or possible reschedules of shows. to say you didn’t take the news of the tour well was an understatement, even if you were happy the group was proving to be successful enough to be able to travel to a plethora of different countries just after debut. 

you didn’t think you’d have to be away from him for so long, especially so soon, but now the two of you were stuck spending the last night together watching a drama in silence, the only light in the room coming from the tv and a small lamp that was on hanbin’s desk. you’d spent your entire lives in the company of one another and now to break that record for what felt like an eternity filled you to the brim with dread. 

sighing, you mumbled, “hanbin?”

he hummed questioningly in response, his body shifting onto his side so he could face you while you talked. 

“this fucking sucks.”

hanbin scoffed, placing his hand onto his chest in mock offense, “i think the show is quite funny, myself.”

you offered him the faintest of smiles you could muster, closing your eyes and sucking in a long, deep breath to prevent your voice from trembling as you spoke, “you know what i’m talking about.”

his facade dropped quickly, his eyes filling up with a deep sadness as he threw his arm over your shoulder comfortingly, “i know it does. but just think; i’ll be back in no time and you’ll have to deal with me everyday again for the rest of your life. besides, you know i’ll facetime you whenever i can.”

“i know but,” you paused, not knowing what to say next. you’d had a constant battle within yourself over whether or not you should just admit your feelings for him, but you always chickened out at the last minute. you shook your head, “nevermind. you’re right, i think i’m just being too selfish with you.”

“too selfish? i don’t really think there’s such a thing when it comes to you and i. you saw me, i was equally a mess when i had to break the news to you. hysterics, really,” he imitated himself sobbing and you silently cursed him for always being able to make you laugh. 

“well, yes,” you agreed, finally turning to face him, though instantly regretting your actions the moment you opened your mouth again, “but it’s something more than that and i’m not sure how to feel.”

he cocked his head to the side in confusion, “i don’t think i’m understanding what you’re trying to get at.”

“me either,” you replied, your voice quiet, “and that’s the scary part.”

what’s worse is that most times you felt as though you could read hanbin like an open book, but tonight you really couldn't tell what was going on behind his eyes. maybe it was the reflection of the tv off of them that put your mind into overdrive. without any thought, your hand found its way to his face, gently cupping his cheek as your thumb traces various different little shapes on his skin.

"can you please just say it already? before i have to?" hanbin spoke freely, viciously tearing you from your thoughts.

“what?”

his eyes fluttered shut in response to your gentle touch, “you’re never like this. just tell me what’s on your mind. you know i will never, ever judge you.”

“hanbin, i-“ you didn’t realize how close he’d gotten to you, which only made you panic even more, “i don't know why i didn't tell you sooner. i mean god, it's been years of deciding when the right time would be to do it, if the time were to ever come at all, and now i feel like a dumbass because tomorrow i won't even have you anymore. i’ve just realized that among all the chaos and fans throwing themselves in your direction, i realized that everything i have ever wanted  could have been you this whole time, and i hate that you leaving is what has led to this.”

you paused for a moment before starting back in with your monologue, “it’s to the point i can’t imagine my life without you, even if it’s just for the few months you’ll be away for tour. i mean, not even 5 hours go by and you’re getting a facetime call from me an-”

your erratic breathing was causing your words to run together into a giant mess of mumbling and not knowing where you were going next, but it was all cut off in an instant when hanbin leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours gently. it was beyond quick, and if you blinked you’re sure you would have missed it, but it’s all you ever needed.

“i get it,” he said after a moment of silence.

“you didn’t even let me get to my point,” you sheepishly laughed, pink taking over the expanse of your cheeks.

he smiled softly, taking this time to speak, “don’t worry, you got your point across. i’ve known for a while now, actually, but i’ve had my own doubts, just like you. i didn’t want to hurt our friendship either so i just tried my best to ignore it. figured i would rather have you as my dearest friend than not in my life at all in the event that i was reading our whole situation completely wrong.”

he paused for a moment, gauging your reaction before he began to talk again, “when you said it could have been me this whole time, that’s when i understood. you have no idea how many times i’ve thought the exact same thing.”

another silence fell between you after that, but you were both thinking the same thing. it was comfortable, as it always was beside him, but you couldn't help but feel like you were under a microscope with how hanbin’s eyes were scanning your face. a sad smile spread on your face as you closed your eyes for the nth time that night, not bearing to look at him. 

"what’s the matter?" he asked, reaching his hand out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his gaze softening the moment you leaned into his touch.

“saying goodbye is gonna be a lot harder now.”

“it could always be a ‘see you later until i get back’ kind of thing, if that’s what you want” hanbin offered, a smile now blooming beautifully across his face.

"of course that's what i want," you joked, "but i’m going to have to come to terms with this. you gotta get out there and show everyone what sung hanbin is made of."

"i love you," he answered. your brain wasn't given enough time to process those words before he continued nonchalantly, "i’ll be able to call you whenever the time zones allow. it’ll be like we were never apart."

“i-i really hope so,” you could feel your brain malfunctioning, “and i love you, too.”

"really?" he asked, being suddenly energized by your words. he sat up a little, supporting himself on his forearms, now leaning over you a bit with a cheeky grin, "say it again."

you couldn't help but laugh looking up at him, his eyes shining brighter than the stars with that eager expression on his face, "yes, really. i love you, hanbin. i always have."

when he kissed you this time, it wasn't like the first, or the second or the third. this time, it felt like everything you had waited for all those years was finally to its end and you had both done enough waiting. your arms reached up and found their way behind his neck, bringing him closer to you. his moved from their relaxed position beside you to your hips and the delicate touch of his fingers on your skin felt like fire, sending a wave of sparks all through your body.

he began to pepper kisses all along your jaw and neck, his fingers toying with the hem of your t-shirt, “can i…?”

“yeah,” you stuttered, shifting upwards momentarily to help him remove the fabric from your body. once your top was discarded somewhere in the mess of covers surrounding you, there was a short silence.

"you’re stunning," hanbin said, voice barely above a whisper as his eyes took in all of you.

you swatted at his chest, “oh, stop!”

you could feel your face grow warm at the next thing you managed to squeak out, “hey, i’ve never… done anything like this before.”

“i know.”

“should i be insulted?”

hanbin laughed before leaning down and hushing your babbling with his lips once again. "you know that's not what i meant. besides, would i not have been the first person you told?"

“you got me there,” you giggled, though you got a little more serious as you asked, “what about you?”

“never, you’re my first as well.”

you didn’t know why you had thought differently about him, even if his previous point was accurate to your friendship. while you were always each other’s number one, he was definitely the more social of the two of you since he was an idol and interacted with fans and his labelmates a lot, so you had just assumed he had gotten around a couple of times. but now, realizing you both were in the same boat, it made you feel a lot more comfortable. 

you took your turn grabbing the bottom of his shirt and lifting it over his head, a soft, giddy smile adorning your lips as you discarded it onto the floor beside his bed. he pecked your lips gently, slowly moving down your jaw and neck to just behind your ear, gently sucking to leave a mark only he was able to see. your back arched a bit, a quiet gasp falling from your mouth.

his hands worked to unbutton your jeans, mouth now settling on one of your nipples and sucking lightly, eliciting a moan from your lungs as he did so. you shimmied out of your pants, allowing hanbin to toss those into the pile of your clothes already on the floor with a soft thud. hanbin peppered kisses along the expanse of your chest and slowly down to the waistband of your underwear, eyes peering up at you through his lashes, “are you sure this okay?”

you nodded, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes, “positive.”

upon hearing your words of approval, he hooked his finger beneath them, gently pulling them off of your legs and exposing everything to him, a faint smile on his lips as he began to press kisses along the insides of your thighs, completely avoiding where you desperately wanted him. he hummed softly, littering a few bruises across your delicate skin before he inched closer and closer to your core, finally licking an experimental stripe up your slit. 

a gasp slipped past your lips as he did, a shudder racing down your spine at the feeling. his tongue slowly began to work on your clit, causing your eyes to flutter shut and back to arch ever so slightly off of the bed, fingers threading through his hair and tugging gently on the roots each time he sent a wave of pleasure coursing through your body. 

he hummed softly against you, the vibration beginning to make your legs shake, and you were so close to reaching your high you could almost taste it, but hanbin ripped himself away from you, chin glistening with your arousal as he did. you almost felt embarrassed at the whine you let out at the absence of his touch, but he quickly reassured you that you’d have all of him in just  few minutes.

you blushed, stuttering as you asked, “do you…”

“no, no, we can save that for another time, yeah? i want to make tonight about making you feel good,” his gentle smile was enough to reassure you that he was okay with you not returning the favor, but it certainly gave you something to look forward to once he returned back from tour. 

hanbin made quick work of discarding his sweatpants and boxers, his cock springing free and very obviously hard from the previous events. you couldn’t help but stare, worried about what was to come, and whether or not you would be in a severe amount of pain. he noticed as he rolled a condom down his shaft, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “we can stop here, if you want. i don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

“it’s okay, i want to, really,” you replied, hoping the honesty lacing your words was enough. he nodded, positioning himself over you, one arm bearing all of his weigh and the other one lining himself up with you, tip teasing your core. 

he pressed his forehead to yours, glittering brown eyes staring deep into your own, “if it’s too much, please don’t be afraid to tell me stop.”

they say your first time should be saved for someone very special. you had never really thought about it before, the concept of it all just not ever being at the front of your mind, but being there with hanbin, you understood why it was that people believed such things.

you weren't sure if it was the way hanbin touched you as if you were made of glass, or the way he kissed your pain away as he slipped inside of you for the first time, or if it was the way he couldn't go more than a minute without reminding you that he loved you; but it made you feel that in all the time you had spent with him, nothing had ever felt as right as this. every experience, every beautiful moment you had shared together, everything felt like it was building up to this. the reciprocated love that you were sharing couldn't be compared to anything you had ever felt before.

when all was said and done, hanbin grabbed a blanket to cover your bodies instead of searching in the dim light of the tv for your clothes. his chest was warm and you loved the idea of laying against it, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

part of you expected things to feel different, and in a way they did, but this was the path that the two of you had chosen together. you believed that as long as he was beside you, you were on the right one. you believed in hanbin, and he believed in you, too.

[may0tuna]

I hate you more! Part 2 | Rodrick Heffley x Reader

Part 1, Part 3

Summary: Reader sabotages Rodrick's chances with Heather. A classic enemies to lovers!

Rodrick has been acting weird all day, and by weird, entirely quiet. You were worried he found out about your plan and was mad (even hurt) at what you did so you thought he was ignoring you on purpose. When lunchtime rolled around, you did not expect anything, more importantly, you did not expect Rodrick pushing through with asking Heather out. To your surprise, he still did, and it was indeed embarassing!

The cafeteria was chaotic with all the students sitting down and eating with their own cliques. You were sitting with Heather and the girls, and were talking about the upcoming English test by the end of the week, when all of a sudden you heard a high pitched noise as if someone was plugging something to the school sound system. You turned around to see Rodrick and his merry band of losers, the Loded Diper, setting up their music equipment. Your eyes lit up when you see Rodrick with a bunch of roses in one hand and a nervous look. Your gaze went from him to Heather, and a faint smirk appeared on your face.

Rodrick began on a not so great start because his microphone probably wasn't plugged in correctly, a screeching noise echoed throughout the entire cafeteria, gathering everyone's attention.

"Heather Hills," he began. Heather looked at him with fear as to what Rodrick will do or say next.

"Ever since we had Math class a few grades back, I knew," Rodrick had started walking towards our table.

"I knew that we," he stopped at our table, in front of Heather, handing her the roses, which Heather ignored so Rodrick decided to put it down the table.

"We were meant for each other," Rodrick breathed deeply and there was a pause. No one was sure if he was waiting for Heather to respond.

"1, 2, 3, 4, Ohh ohhh ohhh ohhh," then Rodrick started singing (badly) Justin Beiber's Baby.

"Are we an item? Girl, quit playin' (Yo, uh-huh) We're just friends, what are you sayin'? (Yo, uh-huh) Said, "There's another" and looked right in my eyes."

By this point, everyone was singing along with Rodrick despite his total lack of tune. Maybe they were singing because he was such a dork or maybe because they were making fun of him. Who knows? All you knew was that you were delighted when Heather, obviously furious, stormed out of the cafeteria. But just before she walked out the double doors, she passed by Rodrick and said, "As if! Loser!"

The entire cafeteria's laughter was deafening. A few grade schoolers, one of which was Rodrick's little brother, was laughing with his friend and everyone else. Rodrick seemed lost and his pained expression almost made you feel sorry for him. He looked over at you and you prepare yourself for a confrontation, but he didn't. He simply walked out of the cafeteria, leaving his band mates behind. Yup, that confirms it, you're the worst person in the world

~

First period after lunch, Rodrick was nowhere to be seen. Your teacher announced that he had to go home because he wasn't "feeling well." Yup, that made you feel worse about what you did.

Heather told you how embarassing it was and how he was a complete loser. You tried your best to defend him, but in Heather's case, it was indeed embarassing. Rodrick may be a good drummer but definitely not the best at singing. You said you had second-hand embarassment when he was singing, and Heather and the others laughed. This made you feel worse that you decided you're going to visit him and apologize after school.

You had declined Heather's offer to hangout after school, saying you have to study for the English test, which you will. But first, a peace offering, you were planning to buy him some kind of band shirt but there's no way you were gonna spend that much on him. Besides, he started it. This had all played out in your head, and you were trying to convince yourself that this was not your fault and that Rodrick started all of this. In the end and after much deliberation, you decided to buy him Red Bull from a convenience store because well, this was what you can afford.

Three firm knocks on the Heffley's residence door before Mrs. Heffley opened the door.

"Oh hello sweetie, may I help you?"

"Oh hello Mrs. Heffley, I'm Y/N. I'm one of Rodrick's classmates and also your new neighbor." You paused, not sure how to ask about Rodrick. "I was wondering if Rodrick is feeling any better?"

"Ahhh," she said inquisitively, as if she knows something? "Yes yes, the L/Ns, please come in."

You thanked her and stepped inside the Heffley residence. His younger brother, Greg, was in the living room playing video games and you waved at him as a form of greeting. You haven't been officially introduced but you were glad he waved back.

"So Rodrick is up in his room and would not come out since he got home a few hours ago," she paused before continuing. "Something about a stomach ache?"

"Rodrick's just mad because he embarassed himself in front of the whole school!" Greg shouted from the living room.

"Greg! That's not a nice thing to say!"

"But it's the truth, she was there," and Greg pointed at you. You tried to avoid their gazes and simply say, "It was an eventful day indeed, for everyone." You paused, for quite some time actually. "May I see Rodrick now?"

"Ah yes, go ahead upstairs."

"Thank you, Mrs. Heffley."

Rodrick's room was in the attic. You knocked a couple of times. The first few knocks, silence. The next few knocks, you heard him shout "Go away". You decided to not say anything because if he knew it was you, there was no chance in hell he would open the door. The next few knocks after that, you heard footsteps.

"Mom, I told you I'm not feeling-"

"Hi," you said timidly.

Rodrick slammed the door on your face. You rolled your eyes, this was not the first time he did that. You knocked again. Silence. You knocked a couple more times.

"What do you want?" He said from the other side of the door.

"I brought Red Bull."

"I don't want it." He said. You thought about what you were going to say next.

"Uhmm so have you studied for our English test this week?"

"What?"

"The English test. Have you studied yet?" By this time, the door creaked open, and Rodrick's head poked out.

"Is this a trick question?"

"No," you said firmly. How is this a trick question? Maybe you just lost his trust in every possible sense.

"Then, why did you ask me about a test when you have knowingly destroyed my life on purpose?!" He said as he swung the door open while walking up the stairs to his actual bedroom. Guessed this was your invitation to come in.

You closed the door behind you and walked up the few flight of stairs into his attic room. It was a typical guy's bedroom, messy and unorderly. You weren't sure where you were gonna sit down so you just stand there while he plopped himself on his bed, clothes everywhere.

"I'm sorry okay."

"Is this because of that time I slammed the door in your face?"

"Maybe."

"Wow!"

"I already said I'm sorry!" You were frustrated because you kept reminding yourself that he started this. Yes, it was a bit petty to embarass him in front of everyone at school because he had slammed the door in your face or that his band was being too loud on a Sunday morning, but majority of what happened was still his fault - or at least you tried to convince yourself that it was. It was his idea to sing in front of everyone with that voice. You sigh in defeat. You threw the Red Bull at him and it landed hard on his chest.

"Ow! What'd you do that for?"

"You deserved it," you murmur under your breath but Rodrick heard you.

"Listen here, little Miss Perfect..." Rodrick stood up walking towards you but just as he was to finish his sentence, both of you heard the door knob twist and footsteps walking up the stairs.

"Wazzup kids, what're yall talking about?" Mrs. Heffley said in her best attempt to speak what she thought was teenage "lingo".

"Hello Mrs. Heffley, we were just...talking about..."

"Our English test!" Rodrick finished your sentence.

"Ohhhh" Mrs. Heffley was surprised Rodrick would engage in anything academic.

"Yes, I was handing Rodrick some of my notes"

"Oh that's right, you won first place at the spelling bee in your previous school, right?"

"Oh yes," how the hell did she know that?

"I ran into your parents the other day at the supermarket. You know, it would be very helpful if you can tutor Rodrick with his English."

You and Rodrick both looked at each other.

"Oh no, I can't. I'm not that qualified."

"Yeah Mom, she's not. The spelling bee she won was probably just a fluke anyway."

"Rodrick, that's not nice!"

"No worries, Mrs. Heffley. What I meant by not qualified is that no one is. Rodrick is untutorable," you said as you pointed a finger at Rodrick to which he flicked.

"Yeah well, at least I don't spend my entire life trying to be someone I'm not just so that people will like me!" Rodrick responded by pointing a finger at you.

"Yeah well, at least I had won something in my life."

"A spelling bee? Please!"

"At least, I didn't made a fool of myself in front of the entire school because I was too dumb to realize something."

At this point, the intensity of the gazes between you and Rodrick would burn a whole in the moon.

"Alright alright, Y/N, it would be such a huge help if you can tutor Rodrick," Mrs. Heffley started to appeal to you but you had made up your mind, that is until...

"I'll pay you $100 a week!"

"What?! Pay me $100 a week to study instead!" Rodrick exclaimed.

"Well?"

~

Your trip to the Heffley's was not something you had expected, and how that trip ended was also not something you had expected. Guess any form of interaction with Rodrick will surely surprise you.

Now that you'll be seeing him a few days a week to tutor him, maybe you can use this time to regain his trust? If only he can stop being annoying and full of himself, maybe you guys will have a chance at a real friendship - but then again, all this banter makes it much more interesting.

[darkstarerotica]

Angel in America

Angel is adorable. Everyone always told her that. But she was quiet and shy, but with a very dirty mind. She had already had a number of partners and one partner that was a little kinky opened her mind to the world of kink. Nothing too crazy, she loved to be tied up and had done most things.

Instead of satiating her cravings though it only made them deeper and darker. People told her she was too young to go to America by herself. But she craved adventure... Sexual and otherwise and why not find that in a land far from home?

She spent her first few days exploring the city she landed in. One day on her wanderings she saw a poster for a band she had only dreamed of seeing. "holy shit, they're playing tonight! I must go" she said to herself.

It was a nu metal band and the energy of the show. The cute long haired boys. The pit. All of it, a dream come true. She met one of those long haired boys. He was sweet. He bought her drinks all night even though she was too young to drink, (he didn't ask, she didn't tell) and helped protect her from the craziness of the night.

The drinks must have got to her head because she never did recall leaving the show. She did remember a car trip to his apartment. More drinks on the couch. Lots of talking. She blushed remembering that the conversation turned sexual for quite a while. But it was only about past experiences. She drifted off to sleep, or more likely passed out, waking up the next morning in a haze. She hadn't done anything apparently her host was a perfect gentleman.

She felt a little awkward wearing the same clothes. A concert t crop top with a short flowing black mini skirt. Her red hair with it's blond streak an adorable mess.

Her host came in and made her a wonderful breakfast and then announced. "Hey! I have the best surprise for you! Would you like it?"

"oh how sweet! Of course I would!! But what kind of surprise?" She asked inquisitively.

"well if I said that it wouldn't be a surprise at all".

They prepared and were off on what adventure she knew not. But she was up for anything and everything.

They drove to a warehouse area, it was a little dingy and there was literally no one around. Angel glanced around. "What sort of surprise is out here?" She thought to herself. They finally pulled into a parking lot. It was a non descript building with a single door and grey siding.

"come on my Angel doll" and she followed him obediently. Going through the front door they entered an office area. Then through the doors in the back. A sterile hallway with doors was all she saw.

"in here" he opened a door and let her pass through. Angel was greeted by four men. All clad in black, standing almost to order with their arms behind their backs. They all wore masks..

"holy shit" she thought "fuck in my drunkenness dud I tell him about my fantasy"

As of on cue he whispered in her ear

"I loved your fantasy so much I spent my morning making it become a reality for you"

She stared at the men. She didn't know if she could go through with it but what else could she do now. They separated and she could see a mattress on the floor behind them. They beckoned for her to come and haltingly she did.

One man approached her, he moved her short dark red hair back from her ear and whispered "hello Angel, we hear you're a naughty little slut that wants to fuck four cocks at once, is that what you want"

"yes" she nodded hesitantly.

"tell me, tell me you want my big cock little girl".

"I do, I do want your cock"

"ohhh that accent... I can't wait to fuck a cute little Scottish girl"

Angel didn't know what to think. A wave of fear and anticipation spread over her. He grabbed her wrists behind her back and guided her down to her knees. The me.n in front of her had eyes full of lust. They were rubbing themselves through their jeans. One by one they pulled out their hard cocks. Stroking them in anticipation.

The man behind her was kneeling with her. He held her wrists pinned with one hand and with the other he grabbed her hair to keep.her head from moving. "Come on boys, let's see how this little slut sucks cock?"

They moved towards her and cock in hand took turns fucking her face at first gently then with gusto. Sometimes grabbing her by the face. Other times letting the man behind her control her. Her throat opened and she could take them further and further. It felt like so many. More than three because the moment one was done the next would force her mouth open and fuck her little face till she'd take them all the way to their balls..

In all.tbe action she wasn't even aware of her own responses. She didn't realize she had soaked her panties through. That her face was covered in her saliva and making the front of her shirt wet.

Their moans and environment made her even hotter she started to moan as she sucked.

"oh she loves all these cocks boys" the man behind her growled into her ear. Now let's see how she fucks. He pulled her to her feet lifting her into the air. Setting her down he moved his hand to her chest. ,"what perky little tits you have Angel" he caressed them.fir a moment before roughly taking her shirt off. He didn't even bother with her bra. He just pushed it down and it rested on her hips and skirt. He pinched her nipples and some of the other guys caressed her body.

"what a tight little body you have Angel".

In one movement he pulled her skirt and panties down and there she stood. Naked save for her bra dangling off her mid section. He brought his hand up between her thighs. Could feel how wet she was before he even got to her pussy. He growled again as he touched her and then feeling her wet lips declared "oh she's ready for us boys"

He pushed her to her knees on the mattress and then she could hear him unzip his pants. He pushed her down till she was on all fours. And she felt his large hard cock between her ass cheeks. He slid it back and forth for a minute then slid easily into her wet tight hole.

'oh my god " she uttered with a moan. She glanced up and the other three were stroking their cock. As he started to fuck her he raised her torso up. The three men moved towards he. One near her mouth which she readily sought out. The other men grabbed her hands and put them around their cocks..she started to stroke them as her mouth and pussy were being filled. Her muffled moans escaping anytime she had enough air.

All.the men moaned and would caress any area of her body they were near. Her face, hair, reaching down to fondle her little breasts. The man in front of her laid down and pulled her onto him away from the others. She mounted him and started to ride him. Her moans intensified, she always loved being on top.

The one she recalled as the talker came behind her. "Ever been double penetrated my little Angel slut "

"no" she moaned.

"good" was his only reply he spat on the head of his cock then slid it into her tight little ass to the same rhythm as the man below her. Angel couldn't believe how good it felt. It definitely hurt, and she felt very full but oh the pleasure.

She had her first orgasm in this position. With another cock in her hand and another in her mouth. They all took turns at each position. She lost count of the orgasms she had. She lost track of who was who. Even the Talker stopped talking. Just pure non ending stimulation.

After what had to be an hour the man in her ass at that time started to groan more heavily. He grabbed her hips more roughly and pounded into her more deeply till his cock quivering inside her spilled into. He rolled himself off of her.

The two men she was taking turns both took their turns rewarding her with their hot cum down her eager throat. Finally the anonymous man she was riding pulled her close and grabbing her ass with both hands fucked her vigorously till he buried himself all the way in her and came deeply. The quivers of his cock gave Angel her last countless orgasm of the night. She rolled off of him. One by one the men gathered themselves back together and left the room. She was lying on the bed recovering. Not believing what had just happened when he'd handsome nu metal boy spoke to her. She had forgotten he was even there and was honestly a little embarrassed.

"oh, my god, I never thought I'd be fucked like that..that was amazing" she gathered her things. Putting on wet panties and clothes was not the best but the added shame was sort of hot to her as well.

He drove her out, back to hear where she was staying. As the car pulled to a stop and unbelievable realization occured. "Oh my god I'm so ashamed, I don't think I ever got your name?". "It's ok, Angel, but it's Michael"

"that was a once in a lifetime experience, how can I even repay you"

Without saying a word Michael unzipped his pants and pulled out his already hard cock. With no response needed Angel gave the best blowjob of her life till Michael came so hard he heard it bounce against the back of her throat. She stumbled into her apartment and collapsed into a deep sleep. Barely believing it was real.

"I love America" was her last thought.as she drifted off.

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[femininefutbol]

what do you know

transferred/modified from my wattpad

prompt: arsenal media day ends with you and katie mccabe accidentally announcing your relationship while competing against each other in 'what do you know'

word count: 1.5k

a/n: this was the first imagine i ever wrote and i think my writing has progressed a lot since i wrote this but i wanted to add this here anyway

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"Hi, I'm Katie McCabe" Katie states.

"And i'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N)" you reply, suddenly you are nudged by Katie, you look at her, confusion clearly spread across your face.

"You are supposed to say 'and this is what do you know' (Y/L/N), if this is any indication of how the game is going to go then I can not wait to win" Katie laughs as you are seconds into filming and you have already forgotten your only set line.

"If you are that confident, let's make a bet, the loser buys the winner coffee tomorrow" you reply feeling better about your random football knowledge than remembering lines.

Katie beams back at you before stating, "oh you're on, that free coffee is going to taste soooo good" you laugh at her and turn back to the director ready for your next instructions.

"Okay girls, paper, scissors, rock to determine who goes first" the director informs you.

"3.. 2.. 1.." you both go, Katie sticks up scissors and you go for paper, meaning you have lost.

"Off to a horrible start (Y/N), oh my god" Katie laughs extremely loudly at your misfortune almost causing her to fall off her chair.

"That's so rough, I always lose things like this because everyone knows I go for paper every time" you groan, this causes both Katie and the director to laugh at you.

-

"Okay first topic is teams in the Irish Women's National League" the director informs you. You look at Katie waiting for her to give her first answer, you know quite a few so you are quietly confident that you could win this topic.

"Okay well my former team Raheny United are no longer in the league so since they don't count, i'm going to go with Peamount" she states.

"Shelbourne"

"Wexford Youths"

"Galway"

"Bohemians"

"DLR Waves" you answer having your turn once again, you are not immediately told you are correct so you know you’ve gotten a strike.

"Nah (Y/N), they are now called UCD Waves and that is my answer" Katie responds, obviously happy that she has a leg up on you already.

You pout slightly before continuing, "Athlone Town"

"Cork City"

"Last one is Treaty United" you reply with a groan knowing that since Katie didn't get any wrong she was the winner of this round.

"One step closer to that coffee I am" Katie states happily.

-

"The next topic is teams that made it to the round of 16 at the 2019 World Cup'' the director states. You know that both Katie and yourself will be pretty good at this topic since you watched the entire thing together and it wasn't so long ago that you would have completely forgotten.

You start, "easy one, United States"

"Ohhh alright, second place, Netherlands"

"England"

"Sweden"

"Okay top four done, um France"

"Italy"

"Germany"

"Norway, now we've done top eight" Katie laughs slightly at the way they are progressing through the topic.

"Canada"

"Now I really have to think" Katie begins, looking like she is stuck. You still have a few in mind so you are silently excited to possibly win this round.

"5.. 4.." You begin counting down.

"Oi nah you don't make the rules just give me a second" Katie replies, determined to win obviously, "ooo i got it Japan"

"Nice going, Nigeria"

"Cameroon"

"Brazil"

"Ohh no i'm stuck again" Katie is getting frustrated and you can't help but giggle knowing there are only a few left and you know them all.

Suddenly Katie looks at you giving you a pout before saying "give me a hint please" and she is so cute that you just can't not help her.

"Okay okay, think Asia" you reply giving her a kind of broad hint.

"Ooo China!" she yells excitedly, you smile giving her a thumbs up.

"Australia"

"Ahhh the last one is Spain" Katie replies after thinking carefully.

"Well since neither of you got one wrong this round you both get a point" the director replies. You both nod happily ready for the next round. You know that you have to win this one to get even so you are hoping it's something you know a lot about.

-

"The last topic is any previous FA Cup winner" the director informs you. 

You smile widely, now extremely happy that you had decided to nerd out the other day and look up previous FA Cup winners.

"You've got to be kidding me" Katie groans, "this loser was acting like the biggest nerd the other day and literally looked up this exact topic, she wouldn't shut up about it for hours, how unfair" she states.

"Don't hate the player, hate the game. maybe you should have listened to my rambling for once, at least then you would have a chance" you laugh sticking your tongue out at Katie.

"Okay well i'll start with the easiest" Katie replies, "Arsenal"

"Charlton"

"Man city"

"Everton"

"Leeds united"

You try to hold it in but you start giggling knowing that Katie just got her first strike, "nope one strike down, two to go McCabe" you reply.

"Birmingham"

"Chelsea"

"Millwall Lionesses" you state, Katie looks at you confused.

"Nah what even, when did they last win?" she asks knowing that you are obviously going to be the winner of this round.

"They won in 97' and before that they won in 91'" you state.

"Doncaster Bells"

"Croydon"

"Ummm Everton?" Katie says in a questioning tone.

"Already been said" the director states, it's extremely clear that she is not making a comeback.

"Southampton"

"Oh my god, I literally can not think of any more" Katie complains.

"Do you forfeit?" you ask, extremely excited, seeing as you know at least five more teams.

"Yeah, I guess I do" Katie sighs.

"Alright, well just for good measure my next answer would have been Fodens and apart from Southampton they are the oldest team on the list, winning only in 74'" you state proudly.

"See guys, I told you she was a nerd" Katie replies rolling her eyes.

-

"Okay you guys are completely even, we can leave it at a draw or have one of the girls quickly come up with a topic" the director informs them.

You both look at each other quickly before Katie replies, "it can't be a draw, one of us owes the other a coffee and there is no way i'm missing the opportunity to get a free coffee"

The director looks around the pitch, eyes landing on Lisa who is hanging around, probably for some other media duties. You see where he is looking and call her over, she comes running excited to see what is needed of her.

"Okay so these two have ended on a draw and need a tie-breaker topic" as the director says this you see Lisa grin wildly.

-

"Alright you two, the topic is official and public relationships in our team" Lisa states, now you know why she was smiling, you have to be extremely careful here as while some relationships on the team are public, others aren't.

"Okay well Lisa and Viv" you start obviously getting it right.

"Beth and Daan" Katie replies, smiling at herself proud that she hadn't messed it up.

"Lia and Caitlin, this is the last completely safe one so goodluck Katie" you giggle a little as Katie pulls a face having to concentrate, there is only one other couple who is out on the team but there are still a few that she could be thinking of.

"Ummm well you and I, have we said that?" she smiles proudly. Lisa laughs loudly, while you sit in shock just staring at my girlfriend. "Oh wait no no no we haven't gone public, oh my god, i'm so sorry (Y/N)."

You can see that Katie is upset with herself for accidentally outing you as a couple and while neither of you were probably completely ready you don't want to make her feel bad, so you begin to laugh replying "Errrr wrong babe, we are not public, or I guess we weren't" trying to lighten the mood.

"We can cut it out if you girls would like us to" the director states, amused at what had just gone down.

"Nah keep it in, it's pretty funny, will probably make the intro card ay" you reply looking at Katie giving her a reassuring smile.

"Okay so the last couple is Leah and Jordan, you owe me a coffee mccabe" you finish giving her a wink.

"I lost the game and accidently out us, what a stitch up" Katie states pouting. You giggle at Katie's display, getting up quickly, peaking her forehead before running around the pitch yelling “I just won ‘what do you know’, what a day!” Next thing you know you are tackled to the ground by Katie, you look up at her smiling before going in for a short but sweet kiss.

You think aloud, speaking softly stating “I guess going public with you won't be so horrible”

[divinesouldariax]

"I'm tired of thinking, let's just make out or something" with Ashton/Milo bc I know we're both dying to get them to kiss

Send me prompts?

Thank u my friend, u know EXACTLY what i want :D Even if this fic kinda drove me nuts bc i am simply not very practiced with writing kisses. Also the prompt list was hurt/comfort and this turned out to be literally Just Fluff lmao. I promise to make up for that by being extra angsty in the other prompt u sent me. I hope u enjoy it! <3

Word count: 1,111

Content warnings: brief mentions of injuries/brain trauma and memory issues and struggling with school, brief discussion about boundaries and touch-averseness, kissing

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It was a point of pride to Milo that when Ashton had decided to start taking classes again after the accident had forced them to stop a few years ago, they were the only person he would go to for help on their schoolwork. Ashton knew he would never have to explain or justify their memory problems or difficulty grasping new concepts to Milo, and Milo knew never to press Ashton when he said that he was done working. 

Milo wasn't the greatest teacher in the world, which they reminded Ashton of often, and Ashton always responded with something along the lines of "And I'm not the greatest fucking student, so it's a perfect arrangement." It seemed to work, anyway. Ashton was passing their classes, and Milo was honestly just happy to be spending time with him.

Today, they were sitting on the couch together talking about how to approach making a notes page for Ashton to use on tests reminding him which calculator functions to use for which stats problems. Ashton seemed distracted. They weren't closing their eyes or touching his temples like he did when a migraine was coming on, though, so Milo didn't ask if they wanted to stop.

After a little while, Ashton cleared his throat. "I'm tired of thinking," he announced abruptly. "Let's just make out or something."

Milo stared. Blinked a few times. Wondered if there was any possible way they had heard Ashton correctly. "...are you aware that you just said that out loud?" they asked genuinely.

Ashton was looking off into the distance over Milo's shoulder. "Mm-hmm. Fuck, I'm gonna fucking kill Anni if she was lying."

If she--ohhh, not if I kill her first. "Did Anni fucking tell you I was--" Milo could already feel their face heating up.

"Might have said something."

Milo groaned and dropped their calculator and notebook and pencil off the side of the couch to bury their face in their hands.

"We don't have to--I made this really weird, huh? Fuck. We can--rewind, say I had a little fuckin' brain moment and just move on with our lives," Ashton babbled. "I didn't really mean to say it like that, that was fucking out of nowhere. I hate--fucking talking. God damn it."

"No, it's fine!" Milo wasn't sure if it was actually fine, but they knew they didn't want Ashton to feel shitty about it. "I'm a little confused?! I think? Was that a...do you want to...or did Anni just tell you that I…"

"Actually what she told me was that if I didn't do something to show you how I feel sometime in the next week, she was gonna plug in her amp in the hallway by my door and play me an electric violin solo at five in the morning every day for a month because she's apparently tired of living in a house where everyone's pining," Ashton recounted. "Pretty much word for word. I actually remember the phrasing, it was that vivid."

Startled, Milo laughed. They would get back to the "show you how I feel" thing in a minute, but they needed to process how ridiculous this was first. "So you decided to suggest making out with absolutely no warning?!"

"I swear to fucking god, that was at least partially impulsive brain fuckery," Ashton said, half laughing and half defensively.

"I believe you. Holy shit," Milo exclaimed. "That's one way to do it. God. Okay. First of all, and we'll be circling back to feelings, don't worry, but Ashton, I have never heard you say that you want to make out with anyone. You hate being touched."

"That's not...necessarily true?"

Milo raised their eyebrows. "Ash, you once hissed at me when I tried to rub your back when you got sick after drinking too much on a new med."

"I don't remember that," Ashton admitted. "But--no, I mean, yeah, it tracks. I definitely hate being touched when I feel fucking awful. And by people I don't know. But not all the time by everybody."

"That's--how have I lived with you for three years without knowing that?" Milo said, bewildered. "I really thought you just hated being touched in general this whole time."

"To be fair, I never corrected you."

"Yeah! But I never asked. Anyway, I'm getting distracted." Milo knew that their cheeks were probably flushed quite a dark pink by now. "I gotta get something clear. You like me?" Fuckety fuck, they sounded like a fucking middle schooler. 

"Yeah, I didn't actually think I was being subtle about it? Anni sure seemed to think it was stupid that we hadn't figured it out yet."

"Am I just an entire dumbass then?" Milo couldn't help but laugh. Their heart was beating so quickly, but the absurdity of it all was keeping them from turning into a total flustered mess. It was a little bit perfect.

Ashton shrugged, a little too casually. “If you are, then I am. So, uh, Anni wasn’t lying, then? You’re into me, too?”

“Oh, I was, uh, not prepared for this conversation at three in the afternoon completely sober without a head’s up,” Milo stated. 

“You good? Like I said, we can forget this–”

“Absolutely fucking not.” Milo wanted to just surge forward and kiss him, but several years of friendship where their habit had been to avoid touching Ashton whenever possible so they didn’t make him uncomfortable was hard to overcome. “Yes. Yes, I’m…yes. This is ridiculous. Do you actually want to make out?”

“I mean, I definitely don’t want to be doing stats anymore,” Ashton said with a wry little grin.

“...was that a yes–”

“Yes, oh my god.”

“I feel like it’s something to be very, very sure of before starting!” Milo defended themself, feeling like Ashton was teasing them at least a little bit. “I don’t want to hurt you accidentally.”

“Which is why I’m very sure that it’s gonna be fine.” Ashton put out their hand. “C’mon, apparently we’ve been wasting time.”

God, it was that kind of confidence, even with the initial uncertainty, that made Milo find Ashton so incredibly attractive. They let Ashton take their hand and pull them close, almost into his lap. Before they could even really conceive of the fact that oh, fuck, Ashton really is letting me touch him, they were kissing. Ashton’s initial comment about not wanting to be thinking anymore was onto something, because every rational thought in Milo’s head began vanishing.

We’re definitely gonna have to have a conversation about this later, Milo thought faintly, but for now, they would just focus on Ashton’s hands against their waist and his lips on theirs.

Send me prompts?

[artificialqueens]

War! (Bianca x Alyssa) - Jinkx-Monswoon

SUMMARY: In which Alyssa and Bianca read each other to filth—but in the heat of the moment, one does something that leaves them both speechless.

A/N: fun fact! about an hour after I finished writing this fic, Alyssa was announced as the next Pit Stop guest! did I accidentally predict that? you decide… >:]

“Alyssa,” says Bianca from across the dressing room, “how much longer is your damn makeup gonna take?”

“Hey, a bitch needs time to paint,” Alyssa retorts, leaning toward the mirror and brushing at her lips with gloss.

“Puh-lease,” Bianca rolls her eyes, “since when do you paint?”

“Speak for yourself!” Alyssa squints at Bianca’s reflection in the mirror. “Sure, you may paint now, but don’t act like we haven’t all seen your humble beginnings on Drag Race…” She turns from the reflection to the real Bianca behind her, her brow furrowed.

“Emphasis on humble.”

Bianca shoots up from her chair. “Oh, you wanna go there? Fine by me, Katy.”

“Oh, hardy-har. At least I wasn’t kissing RuPaul’s ass as Judge Judy.”

“Hey, I did NOT do that on purpose, okay? If I could do it again right now, I’d do Santino Rice just to piss him off.”

“Sure,” Alyssa laughs.

“But I’m not gonna!” Bianca declares as she saunters toward Alyssa. “And you wanna know why?”

“Oh, yes.” Alyssa stands as well, leveraging herself against the taller queen. “Enlighten me.”

Bianca lightly jabs her acrylic nail into Alyssa’s chest. “Because I don't need to go on All Stars to get a do-over in the first place!”

Alyssa’s eyes widen as she backs away, breaking out in a fit of incredulous laughter.

“Oh! Ohhh-ho-ho-ho!” She throws her arms out and sneers. “Del Rio wants a fight!”

“And I’ll win, too. You know, like I usually do when I’m in a competition. I even still have the title to prove it!”

Alyssa tilts her head, flashing a faux-sweet smile. “Aww, and you even still use the same tired-ass reads!”

“I thought we already established which one of us is actually funny.” Bianca puts a hand on her hip. “Didn’t we?”

“You make a good point! In fact, let’s establish a few more facts. For example…” Alyssa starts counting on her fingers.

“You have two shitty movies…”

“That you agreed to be in.”

“Just to beef out my IMDB page—which also includes a Netflix original docu-series and a Drag Race web series that, unlike yours, is being brought back by popular demand.”

“Oh, yeah? Go on, ya big fancy sellout.”

Alyssa proudly gestures to herself. “I was also a semifinalist on America’s Got Talent!”

“Hah, as a fucking wildcard!” Bianca smirks. “Getting eliminated five times between two shows is nothing to brag about.” Her volume rises—she may be getting a little carried away.

“It’s called good networking, miss Vimeo original comedy special. Like, come on, who the fuck uses Vimeo—”

“Okay, okay, Q&A’s over. Let me ask YOU a question, Edwards.“ 

A shit-eating grin emerges from her black-colored lips.

"Do you like Dancing with the Stars?”

Alyssa’s face twists. As proud as she may be of her drag daughter, she certainly does not appreciate Bianca having the gall to compare her success to Alyssa’s. “Don’t you dare,” she seethes.

“What about The Masked Singer?” Bianca continues, drunk on the power of her words.

“I will make you shut up, and you’re gonna regret it when I do,” Alyssa—a woman of her word—threatens.

“Oh, and don’t even get me started on—”

Suddenly, Alyssa grabs Bianca with both hands by the collar of her dress, pulling herself up to look her dead in the eye.

“Finish that sentence,” she whispers in a dry, cutting rasp. “I dare you.”

Already, Bianca is preparing to open her mouth again—and so, too, does Alyssa prepare to strike back.

“…the Emmy-winning HBO Max original…”

Oh, she’s serious. So be it—this is the perfect opportunity for Alyssa to enact her revenge.

“We’re Here—”

“Shut up.”

“—mmph!”

Bianca stumbles, nearly knocked over by the intense, electrifying kiss discharged onto her lips.

Alyssa doesn’t hold back. She’s been waiting to do this for years. Her pride had long kept her from doing it sooner—but again, this was the perfect opportunity for it. To show Bianca what she was capable of; to weaken her; to bring her down to her level, in order for her to understand that Alyssa is so stupidly in love with her that it makes her angry.

She’s absolutely relishing in having caught Bianca off guard, and finally being able to unleash on her all of the feelings she’s repressed for far too long.

Then, not even a second after she pulls away, Bianca retaliates.

She pins Alyssa against the wall, pushing back into the kiss as she snakes a hand into her hair. Alyssa is too shocked to even move—that is, until Bianca gently tugs at her locks, and that’s enough for the smaller queen to crumble into the kiss, dizzy with passion.

The messy exchange goes on—it starts with the two practically smashing each other’s faces together, drunk on the heat of the moment—but each pause to catch their breath is sobering, and it gradually brings them down from the high. The moment becomes less of a collision between opposing forces, and more of a union between hearts, reflected in each kiss being more gentle and affectionate than the last.

An eternity seems to pass before Alyssa finally calls it off, lowering her head and sinking into Bianca’s chest. In spite of what just happened, she feels a twinge of regret for doing something so impulsive. Completely separated from her pride, this regret escapes her.

“Sorry—”

“Don’t.”

…Shit.

She’s fucked up, hasn’t she?

Alyssa looks up at Bianca, fearing the worst—but upon seeing the glazed look of desire in her eyes, her mouth falls slightly agape and her cheeks flush.

“Just kiss me again.”

It takes a second or two for Alyssa to even register this—but once she does, she wastes no time acting at her behest.

Revenge has never been so sweet.

[enhas-bestie]

My finals actually did go well but yes, at the same time exam time is a bitch - leaves you feeling like a zombie (atleast in my case 💀)

TOO MUCH CREDIT???? nah tay (can I call u that? I assume that's what u go by from ur blog description?) I have been a fan of ur smaus since that heeseung one (+ the Jay enemies to lovers kinda fic - can't forget that 👌) and till now I haven't been disappointed 💅🏽

Ohhh and I have been checking out some series too. The recent one I think was alchemy of souls - I'm still waiting for new episodes + I have been rewatching bridgerton s2 and still crying out how they did kathony dirty(absolute shit promo) (made them a subplot in their own season hello ✋😭 I have been coming on Tumblr n writing essays on it bcoz it's the only thing I can do 🚶🏾‍♀️)

Also yes I will have to finally leave home to study after the admissions are done (which is after all the results are announced). This will also be the first time leaving home for me so as excited I'm for the future, it's also somewhat daunting - I just know I'll be homesick after a week at most lol (but I'll have to move on and do my best to fit in 😅)

Oh really?? I'm so glad for you! To be honest, I'm not really sure how mine went, but I didn't get an email telling me to write supplementary exams so ig I either passed or I failed so badly that I didn't even qualify for it💀 I get my results next week so ig I'll find out soon🤪

And yes ofc you can call me Tay! Pls I'm genuinely glad you liked my stuff so far (hope I don't disappoint in the future🤧) . And my Jay ff😭 Pls I'm genuinely still planning on doing little dabbles for that one!

I'm not really a big series watcher rn,, though I do know which ones ur talking about! But idk plot wise😭I always SAY I'm gonna watch them, but I never end up doing it. I was literally watching business proposal a few weeks ago but I stoppes on like episode 8 and never looked back😔 but Alchemy of souls you say? My friend mentioned it as well! Is it any good? Cause I might give it a watch. I think the 2nd lead from extraordinary you is in it right?

Also, on leaving home for the first time💔 It's probably inevitable that you will get homesick, but hopefully wherever you're going will treat you well🤍 I know it would be super challenging for me. Especially bc I don't think I'm able to make new friends easily, but at some point we all gotta leave our safety net😭 Time flies tho, so hopefully once you get into the swing of things you'll be able to adjust and not miss home so much🤧 But those are worries for later, right?

[claireclaymore]

Snippet of final chapter

"Princess..." Even whispering Elktaur's voice echoed in that gigantic cavern. "Are you sure it's a good idea to break into Beartaur's house?"

"We're not trespassing." She said quietly, this after destroying the lock on a door that was too tightly locked. "I'm making a surprise visit to a friend."

"And he likes surprise visitors?" Elktaur asked as he surveyed a vast collection of weapons. Not hospitable.

"Hahaha! In fact, he hates having to interact with anyone. But that's what will make our visit even more fun." She laughed at the centaur's panicked expression. "Oh please don't look at me like that. It's going to be okay. If he didn't want me to come he wouldn't have given me the key."

"But... we don't use any keys."

"I wouldn't go out carrying a giant, heavy key around."

After they climbed the table, the Princess took the liberty of eating, as casually as ever, whatever was there, talking trivialities, and continuing to act as if the house was hers. Her easygoing manner, while remaining completely charming to him, was the polar opposite of the constant anguish he'd been feeling these past few weeks.

There were few days left for the fateful day of the duel, and he despaired at the possibility (which the Princess assured was remote) that she would get hurt. The only way to alleviate some of that anxiety was to convince the Princess to train every day (which she only agreed to do if she had his company). And in the unexpected role of "coach", Elktaur desperately studied all information about combat strategy and read about the best defensive moves.

The Princess was amused by his dedication, and he, though he always faltered at her charm, worried about her utter lack of concern. At least her mount was safe, the horse that would accompany the Princess into combat was the bravest (and most sinister) being in the Kingdom, a mare named Becky Apples.

"WHAT THE HELL?!!!"

The gigantic centaur's scream was so great that it sent the Princess and Elktaur flying off the table.

"Damn ants again!" He continued screaming in anger.

"It is me!" The princess announced without showing any disturbance, on the contrary, she was calm and confident (as always).

"You?" He took her in that colossal hand and examined her closely until the varying degrees of myopia recognized her. "Ugh! You." he grunted. "Damn! Behave like a civilized person. Why didn't you use the key I gave you?"

"Because I didn't want to be crushed today." She let go of his hand. "Elktaur, I want to introduce you to Beartaur. Or BB for the intimates."

"No. Don't call me that." He glared at her and then at Elktaur. "That's the guy?" He looked the elktaur up and down skeptically, then sneered.

"BB liked you, Elktaur." she provoked.

"Stop." Beartaur warned.

"Er...Nice to meet you Mr. Beartaur." Beartaur was delighted to be called sir. "The Princess tells me that you are an expert in dueling weapons."

"A master." He adjusted his glasses proudly. "Certificate and all."

"Okay... So I believe you're aware of the... situation."

"The situation is that this little human here is going to make me a lot of money, because I bet everything on her victory."

"Ohhh, you are such a lovely friend." she provoked. "The little house I'm building at the back of my house for you will be ready next week. You'll need it when you get evicted."

"Don't you dare lose." He pointed a finger inquisitively at her.

There was no danger in that conversation (somewhat violent) between two friends who treated each other as brothers in the cradle. But joking or not, Elktaur stepped between them so as to leave his body as a shield for the Princess. That small gesture left Beartuar confused and the Princess blushing.

"Can you...Master Beartaur bewitch the Princess' armor? So she has a magic shield or something?" Elktaur asked.

"I won't change anything about my armor!" She gave the ultimatum.

"I could, dear stranger." Beartaur replied. "But as a member of the duel committee, I cannot use my services to benefit anyone." He scratched his youthful, beard-free cheek. "And that would end my bets. Why don't you use your powers?"

Elktaur flushed with embarrassment.

"My power... is useless." He declared embarrassed.

Then, out of nowhere, a familiar voice appeared

"Useless will that portal be if you fix it, boy!" Guskin suddenly appeared out of nowhere!

"Boss!" Elktaur jumped. "What are you doing here?"

"I ask what you're doing here!" Guskin dragged Elktaur to the hole he came from.

Elktaur managed to yell some apologies to the Princess before being completely kidnapped by the boss.

In a few seconds the Princes  was looking at his friend Beartaur with a silly smile, which gave him a sickening feeling, who didn't like romantic frills."

What's up? What did you think of him?" She asked excitedly "Cute, isn't it?"

"I thought he was as silly in love as you are. Ugh! You two are disgusting together." he grunted.

"So you think he's into me too?" She smiled as she blushed with excitement.

"Huh?" Beartaur took a few seconds to understand this question. "He doesn't know he's your boyfriend?"

"I'm taking things slow."

"Why?"

"Because...Uh..." She felt unsure. "I don't want him to reject me."

"Oh, I see. That would be your first defeat."

"Hey! This is not a game." She shot back, offended.

"I thought it was some kind of challenge." He fixed his glasses on his nose. "An advanced level of achievement."

"Of course not!" The Princess got angry. "Flirting may be a fun game but this is..."

"Actually...you've only talked about this guy for months!" He suddenly understood. "This has never happened before. Could it be..." He flashed a Machiavellian smile and brought his giant eyes closer to the Princess's tiny figure. "Are you really in love?"

The question made her face burn, her heart gave an unexpected leap and Princess, who had never been shy in her entire life, found herself unable to face Beartaur.

"And your father?" He suddenly remembered. "Does he knows you're stubbornly interested in a centaur?"

She swallowed, but then composed her triumphant smile.

"No." She had to admit "But it will be the first thing I talk to him about!"

[donald4spiderman]

Can you write something where you and spencer try viagra for the first time together, your sex life is fine you just wanna see the difference 🙏

THIS IS SO FUNNY I LOVE THIS YES ALSO NORMALIZE THE USE OF SEXUAL AIDS FOR ALL PEOPLE PLS THERES NO SHAME IN IT!!!

TW: sex, semi sub!spencer

-

“Do you think...” Spencer begins with a pensive tone, wringing his slender hands together, “We could try Viagra?”

“We?” You chortle, looking up at your boyfriend while seated on the couch.

“By we, I mean me.”

You raise a brow, “Why? Are you having... issues?” You point a finger in the general direction of his crotch. You’re unsure of how to phrase what you want to say without making Spencer uncomfortable. A blush settles over his neck anyway.

“N-No. Trust me. I don’t have any difficulties regarding my... sexual arousal.” He giggles nervously. “I just want to try it— just once— you know, to see if it makes any life-changing difference.”

You stand up to sling your arms around his neck, “Well, I am more than satisfied with our sex life. But, I’m down to be the beneficiary of this little experiment.” You give him a short peck on the lips, and he smiles.

“Okay. This could be r-really fun, right? We can record data and time things and—“

You interrupt him with another kiss, “You are quite the mad scientist, Spencer Reid.”

“Always have been.”

-

A few days pass, neither of you bringing up Spencer’s sexual experiment. The idea seemed to excite him at first, but the more he pondered over the logistics of having to obtain said Viagra, the more hesitant he became.

“I just don’t wanna have to go down to the store and shuffle around as a cashier rings up my purchase of one unit of Viagra.” He groans. “Going to the store is already awkward enough, and I know those cashiers love to judge me—“

“Spencer,” You sigh, “We live in the 21st century. The internet exists. I’ll order some off of Amazon.”

“Ohhh.” Spencer smiles. “Thank you.”

“No problem, babe.”

-

Your package arrives perfectly timed. It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon free from the BAU. Neither you nor Spencer have any chores to do or errands to run. So the ding at your front door makes the both of you jump up in excitement. You’re excited because he’s excited.

“Okay,” Spencer announces as he unveils the pack of Viagra, “We need to eliminate as many outside factors or variables that could prompt any sort of erection or sexually aroused response from me. This means I can’t see you, and I can’t envision having sex with you— which will be even harder— so I essentially have to forgo any sexual anticipation to see the full effects of this drug. I also want to test the reduction in my refractory period. So we need to measure the time between the first and second round of sex.”

“Spoken like a true doctor.” You laugh. “Also, I’m flattered that I arouse you.” You wiggle your brows to which he shakes his head with a chuckle.

“So, I’m going to take this, wait 30 minutes, and then we can begin.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it.”

-

Spencer announces from the bedroom that you can enter. Despite the many, many times you’ve had sex, he still fidgets nervously on the bed.

“When should we start the timer?” You ask, stripping off your shirt.

“I-I guess as soon as we begin.”

You reach over the nightstand to press the green button on Spencer’s phone.

He grins before connecting his lips with yours. You waste no time seated yourself in his lap— he’s already rock hard (as expected from the Viagra), but it's not unusual since he tends to get excited very easily.

He lets out a huff as you slam him back onto the bed, your hand wrapping around his defined jaw. Spencer’s hands find their way to your ass, tugging and squeezing as you grind down on him.

Your clothes are torn off in a wind of flurry, time passing by at the speed of light.

Despite how eager he is, Spencer makes sure to take care of you. He’s not satisfied until you’re cumming twice. Your thighs clamp tightly around his head as his tongue laps and flicks at your clit, letting out a scream as he brings you to your second orgasm.

“This is the moment of truth.” You tease as Spencer lines himself up with your entrance.

“Actually, I’m more testing the effects of Viagra after orgasm.” He states calmly, breath hitching as he sheathes himself into you.

“Fuck.” You moan. “I really don’t care what your testing as long as it means you’re inside of me.”

“Uh-huh.” He sighs, beginning to shift his hips back and forth.

You settle on a steady pace, one where Spencer can focus himself on driving his hips in fluidly. You shake underneath him, breasts bouncing with each thrust. He tosses your leg over his right shoulder, pulling you impossibly closer to him. He always loves to be close to you.

“Such a good boy.” You stammer despite being out of breath. “Make me cum?”

“Y-Yes. Of course.” He nods, bottoming out inside of you. His left-hand moves to your clit, circling it lightly either two digits.

“There we fucking go.” You sigh, the knot in your stomach cooking tighter, ready to snap at any moment. “Fuck. I’m gonna come, Spence.”

He continues the stimulation on your clit as he reaches his high. You know how easily he can cum with you, and it takes a lot of strength for him to hold off. Once he feels your thighs quiver and your back arch of the bed, he allows himself to let go, knowing you’ll follow right behind him.

“(Y/N)...” He gasps, jaw slack as his body shakes, releasing himself inside of you. You’re spawning shortly after, screaming out a high-pitched version of what’s supposed to be his name.

You both panting heavily as Spencer pulls himself out of you, falling onto his back next to you.

“That was amazing.” You smile, placing a kiss on his neck. “But nothing out of the ordinary.”

“I know.” He grins back, cocky as ever, soaking up your praise.

“That’s why we’ll have to try again.”

[anonquack]

| Best Friend |

Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot!

Word Count: 10661

Warnings: Some curse words and overthinking. This one got a bit long!

Summary: After a CC Convention is announced, you and your friends plan to meet up for it. You expect to enjoy yourself with friends but instead are forced to deal with feelings you didn't even know you had. Luckily, your friends are there to give you a push in the right direction.

"Okay but height comparison between Quackity and Sapnap when??" You asked midst all the chaos occurring on that wonderful night. Despite your busy schedule, you'd gotten some time off to finally stream and some friends to keep you company.

Which resulted in this mess of a stream you were now broadcasting.

Your question caught their attention, and a soft scoff could be heard from Sapnap's mic.

"You're kidding, right? You're basically saying you need to CHECK that I'm taller when we already know that's true. You're insulting me." Sapnap said, the cockiness evident in his tone. You couldn't help but stare at your monitor in amusement at how sure of himself he sounded.

"That's not true. Literally check the height check Karl and I had versus the one Sapnap had with him." Quackity argued back, earning scoffs from almost everyone on the call.

"I know you're trying to use that to back you up, but you're just proving my point." Sapnap was intense whenever he became competitive or got into arguments, so you could only raise your brows as you watched chat fly by with their own opinions on the discussion, including their very questionable comments regarding Sapnap and how attractive he was being.

"Well, personally," Bad quipped in, "I think Sapnap's the taller one. Just makes the most sense since Quackity gives off Short Person Energy."

"Yeah? Well keep that WRONG opinion to yourself. That shit's embarrassing-"

"Language!" Bad interrupts Quackity, eliciting a laugh from everyone on call.

"You know chat," you call out after pondering on a solution for a bit, "We can figure this all out during the meetup!"

"Meetup?" Bad asked, confusion evident in his tone. You could almost see his furrowed brows and confused smile.

"Yes, Bad, meet-up. All four of us. Plus the others. And you guys, if you decide to go." The last bit was directed at the viewers. "Don't you remember? The convention is a thing that's supposed to be happening this year."

"Ohhh." He let out a small sound, as if his memory was finally coming back. "I haven't decided if I'm going yet." He admits softly.

"You most certainly are! You have to be there so I can beat BOTH Sapnap and you up once we all find out I'm the taller one." Quackity chimes in finally, teasing tone evident.

"As if," Sapnap scoffs, "Bad and I will literally kick your ass."

"Language." Soft as ever, and also a sign that it's getting late. You look over at your monitor, which displayed the time before letting out a small gasp.

"Oh- it's late. I hope I haven't been keeping you guys awake for too long. It's probably best we end for tonight anyway." You hum softly as you click some tabs away, noticing the faint sounds of stretching heard in the background of the call.

"It's fine, I wasn't even tired until you mentioned how late it was. You should've kept quiet." Quackity says with a patronizing tone, to which you simply chuckle.

"Thank you guys for sticking around. I really had a lot of fun.. we should do this more often. Us four." It was an honest confession, but perhaps too soft for them all and too personal for the audience to listen in on too.

"I had fun too, you should invite me to your streams more often, or, whatever." Sapnap mumbles, sounding a bit tired as well, but sincere despite the lack of care in his words.

It results in a small smile on your face anyway.

"Bye!! Thank you for inviting us, I'm gonna miss messing around with you all. Sleep well." Bad adds, a small whine to his voice as they all start saying their goodbyes.

As they finish up their goodbyes, you quickly deafen to start saying your own goodbyes to chat and thanking the last minute subs rolling in.

After all is over, you finish closing up the tabs, leaving the discord one last. As you're about to officially leave the call, you realize there is still one person there. He hadn't left.

"Quackity-?" You'd voiced out in confusion after undeafening. You'd thought they'd all leave while you took your sweet time saying goodbye.

"Yeah?" He sounded confused by your own confusion. You couldn't help the small smile that appeared on your face.

"Were you waiting for me to end or did you just forget to leave the call?" It was a genuine question, but perhaps a teasing tone slipped in towards the end.

"I was waiting, I'm not an asshole nor a dumbass." He lets out a laugh before continuing. "I just wanted to say I had fun tonight."

You hummed softly, "I'm glad you did. I had fun too."

"If I'm being honest, I wasn't feeling all too well, and just, joking around with you.. Sapnap, and Bad.. well it was just really nice. Thank you." His tone was soft, filled your headphones so nicely and brought comfort into the air.

"Oh, well it's good that you're feeling better now, but if you ever aren't feeling up for a stream.. please tell me, okay? Your wellbeing is much more important to me than a scuffed stream."

"No no, it's fine. I needed something to distract myself with and you all helped so much. It really got me excited for the meet-up. I- I can't wait to hang out with you in person. With all of you, I mean."

The smile on your face grew, almost to the point where it had your cheeks hurting. "I can't wait to hang out with all of you either. Good thing we won't have to wait long, hm?"

Faint sounds in the background of stretching and even softer yawns. "Mhm. Do you wanna switch to phone call?"

It was the usual invitation to fall asleep on call together. At this point, it almost felt strange whenever you headed to bed without Quackity mumbling stuff about his day to you or hearing the soft breathing sounds from his end of the call.

"Sounds good. Talk to you in a bit." You smiled, hearing a small bye from him before leaving the call. You turned off your whole setup for the night and headed straight to your bed.

It didn't take long for the phone to start ringing a few moments after you'd managed to lay down.

"Hi." You answered softly, placing the phone next to your head as you covered yourself with your blankets. It was only a matter of time before the sleepiness took over, but for now you'd enjoy Quackity's company.

"Hey." Was his response, voice sounding much closer now that you were laying down with your phone so close to your ear. It almost felt like he was laying down beside you.

You wondered for a split second what that would be like, if he'd be warm and welcoming or if he'd value his personal space while sharing a bed. As friends, of course.

You refocused on his voice as he began talking about his plans for the meet-up, and all the things he wanted to do once you all were in person. It was so sweet to hear how excited he was, and just how much he wanted to do with you all.

Sweet moments like these make you hyper-aware of the amazing friends you have, and how much love you have for them all. Tonight couldn't have been better, all thanks to them.

—

As the meet-up date gets closer, and more interactions happen during streams / calls / messages, it becomes more evident how much your friends mean to you; just how badly you want to meet all of them.

And as the date for the meet-up gets closer, responsibilities such as packing for your trip join your very long To-Do list.

You're on the phone with Bad as you both choose clothes to take, folding and packing them nicely. Making conversation, with Rat barking in the background occasionally, as the cherry on top.

Moments like these make you realize how good of a friend Badboyhalo is. He's kind, always knows what to say to help people feel better. He's funny, he's charming, full of love and support for his friends.

You two had been joking around on FaceTime for quite some time after you'd packed all essentials. He showed you tricks he'd managed to teach Rat, and you gave him an apartment tour.

Neither of you seemed to be getting tired, so you stayed on call until somehow you ended up sprawled on your sofa, laptop at hand, screen sharing YouTube videos. Bad was resting comfortably on his bed as small giggles left him at the absurdity of the videos you two were watching.

Every few minutes a small "We should do that," or a "Imagine Sapnap doing that," or a "I want to meet you all so bad," would be murmured into the air with only a hum of agreement to compliment it. It only made you yearn for your friends even more.

"Bad." You called out after quite a few random videos and lids getting heavier with each second.

"Yes?"

"When I see you, I'm gonna hug the shit out of you. I hope you know that." You said, small smile on your face as you watched his head lift up from the pillow at such a fast speed.

"Language-! But well, that would be nice. I will also be giving you tons of hugs. To all of you." He pauses for a second before continuing. "I was actually kinda nervous for the meetup, but now I'm just so excited."

"I'm really glad to hear that, Bad. I will make sure you enjoy yourself to the max."

"Thank you y/n," he replies softly, resting his head against the pillow again, "I will make sure you enjoy yourself too."

You smiled at the state he was in, you two would fall asleep in no time, so your thoughts were honestly incoherent, and your tongue could not be tamed as your thoughts wandered aimlessly.

"Do you think I can take Sapnap and Quackity in a fight? In case they try to beat me up?"

"I doubt they'll try to beat you up, they'll be too busy fighting each other, and he'll be too busy thinking about how cute you are." His words were slightly slurred at this point, and all you could do was laugh as you imagined a fight between Sapnap and Quackity as fans tried getting a picture with them.

It crossed your mind for half a second to ask who exactly would be thinking such a thing, but any sign of a functioning brain between you two was nonexistent at that very moment. So all you really said was, "Good. But I'm still going to be prepared just in case."

—

After so many excited calls and planning, the day was finally here. Everyone would be traveling out today to meet up at the house you'd all managed to rent for the week / weekend you guys would be staying there. This way, you'd all be able to maximize the time spent together, and also save money. It sounded like a wonderful idea, really.

After arriving in the city, you patiently waited for the driver that'd be taking you there. You couldn't help but realize just how anxious you were starting to feel. The moment when you'd meet all your friends was getting closer and closer. What if it wasn't everything you'd expected? Or if it was awkward?

The ride there was too quick. Before you knew it, you were pulling your luggage out the trunk and heading up the path that lead to the front door. You stood still for a few seconds before your knuckles were knocking against the firm wood. The noise echoing for a few seconds as you stood in anticipation.

The door swung open, and with a big grin, you were pulled into a hug by no other than Badboyhalo. You quickly wrapped your arms around him as well, not wanting to let go. He was finally here! And he was real! Real, so so real. Any concerns you had on the way here slowly dissipated the longer he had you in his warm hold.

"Bad!" You said happily, slightly squishing him as your embrace tightened for a few seconds. Seriously too good to be true, but true nonetheless.

As he finally pulled away to smile at you, you felt lightheaded at the insane rush of dopamine in your system. As your head finally cleared up, you realized someone else was walking towards you two.

He wore a small smile on his face as he approached, it slowly growing as he got closer and as excitement became harder and harder to contain.

"Quackity." You called out, face lighting up immediately at the sight of him.

"Hi." He responded, sheepish smile on his face. Had he always looked this good?

It only took a few steps before your arms were around him, pulling him close. Although your firm grip caught him off-guard, he managed to melt into the hug soon after, arms wrapping around you as well.

"Big Q! Quackity! Alex!" You smiled as you pulled away, hand reaching up to give his cheek a light squish. You couldn't really help yourself, he was just too pleasing for your eyes. If the dopamine from earlier wasn't already too much, having him this close and feeling oh so real was even more deadlier.

He laughed at your affectionate touch, obviously not having enough of you either. It didn't take long for him to pull you back in for another embrace. "Holy shit." he mumbled into the hug, "You're actually fucking here. I can't believe it y/n." His tone was soft and it had you melting into his embrace all over again. It was intoxicating in the best way, but eventually you both pull away, smiling at each other with so much appreciation.

You hadn't really taken into account just how excited you were to see all your friends, especially someone as important as Quackity. The one you told almost everything to during late night calls, the person you could honestly consider a best friend. All of them were that to you, but it just felt so much stronger with him. You didn't really know how to explain it.

Before you could even give your mind time to dwell, Quackity was being pulled off you by none other than Sapnap and Karl, which quickly replaced Quackity's arms with their own.

"Guys!!" You called out happily as you hugged them back just as tightly. "Am I really the last one here? Where's Dream, or George?"

"We've literally been waiting like an hour for you to get here! We were all getting impatient." Karl laughed as he finally pulled away from the hug.

"Seriously impatient." Mumbled Sapnap into your shoulder before letting go from the warm embrace. "What took so long?"

"Sorry that I don't live as close to here as you guys do. My flight took longer than expected too."

"Who cares! At least you're finally here." Dream's voice, followed by heavy footsteps on the floor, and laughter as George ran over to where you stood with your suitcase.

"Y/N!! We're all finally together." You almost closed your eyes instinctively from how bright his smile was. George's energy was so contagious, you couldn't help but return the energy he was giving you.

Finally, you turned to Dream, who was standing there in all his tall glory.

"Holy shit." You mumbled as you eyed him from head to toe. "You're so fucking tall."

Laughter erupted from everyone before big arms wrapped around you, filling you with warmth and love. You were finally here with all your friends, and it was better than you could've ever imagined.

"Okay," Karl announces once everyone had greeted each other and given all the much needed hugs, "We were actually thinking movie night so we can all just relax and enjoy each other's company. What do you think, y/n?"

"You aren't getting any complaints from me. What movie are we watching?"

At that, Karl and Sapnap raced off to see who could get the remote control faster. You assumed it was in regards to who had the power to choose what everyone watched.

You watched in amusement as Karl and Sapnap argued over what movie to watch, George chiming in here and there just to fuel the lighthearted argument.

"Did you think they'd be just as annoying in person?" You jumped slightly at the sudden voice coming from behind you, but quickly relaxed as Quackity stood beside you.

"No, I also didn't think it was such a big deal who got to choose the movie." Your eyes trailed back to the arguing pair.

"Oh hush. The food Dream ordered isn't even here so really we're doing you all a favor. Taking our time to choose wisely." Karl argued back, to which Dream laughed.

"I guess that's one way to see it, but it's almost here according to the app, so hurry up."

Silence, before the arguing resumed and filled the living room with a pleasing buzz.

You watched as Dream headed over to you and gently placed his hand onto your shoulder, "Let me show you where your room is so you can get all comfy before movie night starts, yeah?"

"Thank you, Dream. I'd actually really appreciate that." With that, you gave Quackity a small wave before following after Dream. Freshening up after sitting in a plane for hours would certainly help make the rest of the night 10x more pleasant.

—

Once you'd walked back out into the living room, you saw everyone had their plate of food, everyone already comfy in their spots.

You looked around before spotting the empty seat beside Alex and the plate of food you assumed was for you.

"Hurry! He's not gonna bite. Sit down so we can finally start movie night." Sapnap whined the longer you stood around.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that.." George mumbled before receiving a stiff elbow in the ribs from the person seated next to him.

"Language." The last fatal blow.

Dream chuckled before pointing at the available seat. "We even waited for you in order to start eating, so sit your ass down."

You playfully rolled your eyes as they all started complaining about how long you were taking. You sat down beside him, giving him a glance before picking up the plate of food before you. It was still nice and steamy, just like Dream had said it would be after dropping you off in your room. You hadn't realized just how hungry you were until now.

After taking a few bites and hearing the movie start, your gaze returned to the person peacefully sat next to you, taking a few seconds to truly take in the sight before you.

He was wearing a plain black short-sleeve shirt, and some basketball shorts. He looked so comfortable. And even indoors with friends, the beanie kept his hair away from his face and hidden, poorly, but hidden nonetheless.

You smiled as you got comfortable as well, admiring how the light from the TV illuminated his face before finally deciding to focus on the actual entertainment Karl and Sapnap had worked so hard to pick. All for movie night.

The movie was interesting, and you couldn't help the few times you almost choked on your food due to all the jokes being slipped in throughout the movie. Maybe Karl was right about how it takes time to pick the perfect film that fit the mood. A good laugh, some good food, and the company and comfort from friends was the best thing to do on the first day together.

Before you all knew it, you were 2 movies in and all in drowsy states.

Everyone excused themselves, the exception being George and Quackity whom had fallen asleep towards the end of the second movie. Dream agreed to wake George up, meanwhile you turned to the sleeping figure next to you.

He looked too cute, mouth slightly open from the uncomfortable position he'd fallen asleep in. You gently shook his shoulder. "Alex." You called out a few times, until finally his eyes fluttered open and he slowly looked around in confusion.

"You fell asleep during the movie. We're all heading to bed for the day, come on."

Regardless of his sleepy state, he stood and followed as you two headed to your rooms.

"Goodnight, Alex."

"Night, y/n."

As you finally laid in your bed for the next week, you couldn't help but feel so fortunate to have such a wonderful opportunity to meet all of your friends and share a home with them.

You couldn't wait to see what tomorrow had in store for you all.

—

It was a lazy morning and lazy afternoon the next day, the only exceptions being going out for lunch, but besides that everything was done in the comfort of their home.

Dream, Sapnap, and Karl were busy playing a multiplayer game in the living room while Bad, George, and Quackity messed around in the kitchen, eating snacks and making up the absolute dumbest shit to stay entertained.

It seemed difficult to choose which group to spend time with, but you found yourself headed towards the kitchen within seconds of contemplation. Sitting on a chair laughing at George's dumb jokes, egging Bad on, and laughing along to Quackity's contagious laughter.

You found yourself coincidentally seated beside Alex as you all continued to chat and mess around. After some time, the other three joined in, and dinner was ordered so they could all eat together after a long day of lazing around.

You'd all rented out the house for a few days before the convention in order to be able to enjoy more time together, so lazing around today hadn't really seemed like a waste of time, or like it could've been spent better. You'd definitely suggest actually going out for dinner rather than just ordering online for the rest of your stay though.

Before you knew it, chaotic dinner was over and people were headed straight to bed, a certain pair deciding to stay awake just a bit longer in the living room.

You rolled your eyes at their bullshit excuses before heading straight to your room. You quickly changed into sleepwear before sitting in bed and simply scrolling through social media. Honestly, you were tired but not to the point where you could easily doze off. Something felt like it was missing, and you silently racked your brain for answers while continuing the mindless scrolling on your phone.

About 30 minutes later, there was a soft knock on your door. Any distraction was welcome at this point, so you called out to let them know they could walk in.

Before you stood Alex, who seemed to be fresh out of the shower. He was in his sleepwear as well, but the beanie was nowhere in sight. His black hair was out in display, most likely to let it dry, but such a sight still had you in shock.

Not that you hadn't seen it before, but it always surprised you. No matter how many glimpses Quackity provided you with.

You stared in shock for a few seconds longer before snapping out of it and telling him to come in. He smiled and sat down on the edge of your bed.

"I couldn't sleep." He stated, before deciding to further explain. "I almost called you right now before going to bed.. I guess that's just how used I got to our calls-? But then I realized you're literally in the same house as me."

Ah. So was that what was missing? The reason why you couldn't doze off as easily? Because you weren't on call with him?

"That's true, I guess." You hummed before chuckling, "What's wrong with talking on the phone while we're here too?"

"You kidding? I'm not trying to be like Dream and Sapnap who still voice call and barely see each other even though they literally live together." You laughed at his comment, making him laugh as well at the absurdity of that situation.

"So what does that mean? You came to sleep here or something?" It was a joke, really. But I mean, why else would this dude be standing here by your door, talking about how he wanted to sleep call but instead found himself here.

"If you'd let me."

You almost choked at how easily he answered, was he joking too or was he actually expecting you to let him climb into bed? To sleep, of course, but it still had you taken-aback.

"You're serious?"

"Does it look like I'm joking?"

You stared at him for a bit before shrugging, "Get in then."

Nothing wrong with 'sleep calling' in person, right? Laying in the same bed, chatting until each other's voices lulled them to sleep. I mean, just because it was in person this time didn't make it any weirder. They'd slept on call together too many times to count. This was fine.

Alex smiled as he closed the door behind him and headed onto your bed, starting to get comfortable.

As you two lay there, you couldn't help but turn to your side and simply stare over at him. His hair to be exact. He'd never had it visible for this long, on group calls, normal calls, or just showing glimpses. It felt so surreal.

"What?" He mumbled.

"It's just- your hair. It looks so nice. You look nice." You smiled at the sight before adding, "You should do a hair reveal already so everybody can see this."

He turned to lay on his side as well so he could be facing you. "Hell no. Plus, doesn't it make you feel special? Being one of the few people who have seen it? Especially up close and personal."

The last part made you realize just how close you two had gotten within the last few seconds. Being at this proximity made you realize a lot more facial details you hadn't noticed before, probably due to camera quality and pixels.

Your hand slowly reached out, coming to a halt next to his head. He realized what you were trying to do and came a bit closer, letting your fingers gently run through his hair. After a few seconds, it all felt too natural.

There you were, laying in bed with Alex, gently playing with his dark locks as you talked about who knows what and simply enjoyed each others company.

This is basically what those late night calls felt like. Except this was definitely way better. It had the physical aspect of it that calls did not. You got to see him in such perfect resolution face to face, without worrying about any possible lag. You both were real. Basking in each others presences happily.

It didn't take too long for you both to fall asleep, and it didn't take too long either for your sleeping bodies to find comfort in the heat sources nearby.

What started as a simple arm draped around the other to steal a bit of body heat turned into having him close enough to smell the scent that lingered on him from his shower. Close enough for his grip on you to feel just a bit too intimate. Close enough where maybe their noses touched.

That was possibly the comfiest 9 hours of sleep either of them had gotten in a long fucking time.

—

The warmth you find yourself surrounded by makes it hard to get out of bed. As you attempt to fall back asleep, you realize that you're not tired. On the contrary, this might be the most satisfied (in terms of energy and sleep) you've felt in a long time.

What the fuck??

That's when that warmth you'd loved not even a minute ago comes to mind. At first you'd thought it might've been the blanket, but one glimpse to the side answers all your questions.

Alex was the one providing you with this comfortable and lovely warmth. He'd come over last night talking about 'sleep calling' in person. How could you forget?

The tension that had spiked in your body at the realization that someone was in bed with you oozed away as you looked at his peaceful state. He looked.. cute.

A few hair strands were on his face, and you couldn't help as your hand instinctively reached out to get them off his face. You hoped it wouldn't wake him up. He looked too peaceful.

As his face came into full view now, you openly stared, noticing the little moles he had all over his face. It was like stars splattered on the night sky.

As your gaze lowered and lingered on his lips, you realized just how pink they really were. And how unbelievably soft-looking they were. It brought you back a memory of his smile from yesterday while you both ate and watched the movie. You hadn't really caught the bit that had made him laugh since you were staring at him. He had a really pretty smile.

Your thoughts were interrupted at the realization that his eyelids had fluttered open, and were now staring up at you.

Oh God. You probably looked like such a creep right now. The heat that was rising up your spine and onto your cheeks must've been obvious, since he let out a small laugh.

"Were you enjoying the view?"

His morning voice took you by surprise. Sure, you'd heard it during calls sometimes, but this was on another level. It was wonderful.

"I was debating whether or not I should wake you up. You looked too peaceful." You answered, trying your best to steady your embarrassment. It wasn't necessarily a lie. He just didn't have to know all the other thoughts that crossed your mind.

He chuckled at that, before stretching a bit. "Thanks for letting me wake up on my own." He sat up, looking over at you with a small, satisfied smile. "That might've been the best sleep I've gotten in a while."

"Me too." You admitted, soft smile on your lips meant for him and him only. He stared back before returning the smile.

You two stayed in peaceful silence before deciding now was probably the best time to get up and get some breakfast with the rest of them. "We should get dressed so we can go eat."

He simply nodded before giving a small wave, heading back to his own room.

It didn't take long before you were heading out of your room and following the faint laughter into the kitchen. They were seated at the table, barely setting plates down and getting ready to eat. Just in time.

"Y/N! Good morning." Karl smiled, waving you over to the available seat beside him. Everybody else called out their good mornings as you got settled into your seat.

"Was wondering when you'd wake up." Sapnap mumbled from the seat across you. "You and Quackity sleep so fucking much."

You tensed a bit at that. Did they know you two had slept together? In the same bed? Had they tried waking you up and found you two together?

It's not what it looks like, is what you'd probably say as an explanation. Even if they didn't ask for one.

George nods in agreement, "Sapnap and I almost went and knocked on both of your doors. But we figured you both must be tired, so we just came to get breakfast ready."

Okay, perhaps they didn't know. Afterall, they were suggesting that Quackity was still in his own room. "I'm sure he'll get here in a bit." You responded, thanking Dream as he set a cup down on the table for you.

"Finally! Sleeping beauty chooses to come grace us with his presence." Sapnap greeted. You turned your head to see none other than Quackity flipping Sapnap off as he walked into the kitchen. He was dressed for the day, and had his hair hidden away with a beanie.

"How'd you sleep?" Bad asks as Alex finally sits down at the table.

"Wonderful. Best sleep I've gotten in a while." His eyes meet yours for a bit, and you can't help but smile at the implications of his words. You'd helped him sleep well. He felt comfy with you. He smiled back before looking back to the cup being given to him.

"Mm that's good." Bad nodded, before serving whatever breakfast him and Dream had managed to cook for everyone. Bad never failed to amaze you, talented as always.

"We were planning on going out today, is everyone up for it?" George asks, looking around the table for any signs of complaints.

"Honestly I'm all for it. I want to spend time with you all, exploring or just looking around." Sapnap answered, to which you cooed.

"Aww Sapnap, we'd love to spend time with you too."

"I'd fucking hope so. Now where did you want to go, George?"

"Dream and I were researching fun things to do here and we found a pretty good list. Just need you all to say yes and we can head out after breakfast."

He wasn't getting any no's, so the plans were set. Everybody ate their breakfasts before heading out the door to wherever Dream and George planned on taking them.

As you all walked to your destination, which wasn't too far according to George, you found yourself walking beside Bad.

"So, Quackity huh?" You ripped your eyes off from where they were to look back at him.

"Huh?"

"You and Quackity." He wasn't elaborating any further, which left you confused.

"What? What about him?"

"Well, you were staring at him right now and-"

"Oh. I zoned out, Bad. I'm sorry. Hopefully you didn't get the wrong idea." You interrupted him, letting out a small laugh.

"Well, that's not really what gave me the 'wrong idea'.. it was mainly the smiles and stares you two were giving each other this morning. And well, in general. Wanna fill me in on something?" He raised his brow, putting some space between you two and the rest of them by slowing his pace.

Your eyes widened slightly as you slowed down as well. "He was staring at me?"

He nodded, before adding "As much as you were staring at him."

You opened your mouth to try and explain yourself, before you heard Dream calling out to you two, saying they found the place. You gave Bad an apologetic smile before walking with him to where the others stood.

You'd come to a place with food, alcohol, and arcade games. You couldn't have expected less from Dream and George. It was perfect for this group.

You watched as Karl and George bought the cards you'd all be using to play the games. Soon after, they came back and handed everyone their card. Everyone was ready to split off to play different games.

"Y/N and I are going to fetch a table so we can leave our stuff there." Bad said with a smile. You looked over at him knowingly before nodding in agreement.

The rest of them nodded, Sapnap grabbing Dream's arm and racing off with him to the games. Karl, George, and Quackity went off to another game, excited chatter following them.

You walked beside Bad in search of a table quietly, watching as he looked around before finally approaching a table big enough to seat you all.

He sat down, looking at you expectantly. You did the same and cleared your throat as his gaze remained on you. You let out a small sigh.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you." He smiled a bit at that. "I mean, he came to my room last night, said he couldn't sleep, and then we slept together. That's it."

You watched as his eyes widened slightly at the information he'd just gotten before your own eyes widened.

"Wait- no no! Not like that. I meant he literally slept with me. Like we fell asleep together." You could feel the heat rushing up to your face. "He said he got used to our sleep calling and I just let him sleep in my bed. It was really comfy."

You looked up, his stunned face making the heat rise faster. "Woah. I thought the cheeky little glances you guys were giving each other was things starting to get good, but you already shared a bed with him??" He let out an amused laugh.

"It's not that big of a deal, Bad. We sleep call all the time.." You felt sort of embarrassed, hearing his reactions and telling him things that felt more intimate than they should be.

"Uh? Not a big deal?? You're kidding right?" He let out a laugh, happy smile on his face. "You guys like each other!"

"Bad-! Keep it down please.. and we certainly do not." You were sweating at this point, Bad was so energetic and happy right now, and the thought of Alex hearing any of this had you on edge.

But the most discomforting part of it all was how much truth his words held. Did you actually like him?

"Am I lying, y/n?"

I don't know, is what you would've said, if it wasn't for the confusion clouding all your senses.

"y/n?"

You looked over at him, mouth slightly open, trying to form your thoughts. "You really think I like him?"

"I mean, I've been having a feeling. Since before the meet up."

What? Was it obvious for everyone? How had it taken this long for you to realize it? Those intrusive thoughts while you were staring at him this morning in bed. Had those always been there? Was he aware of your possible feelings?

"Holy fuck, Bad. A lot of it is starting to make sense." Your eyes were slightly wide from the fear of what this implied. What this meant for your friendship with him. "I-I think I do like him."

He seemed to notice how tense and shocked you looked, so he reached out and held your hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

At the moment, you were connecting all the pieces, and things were slowly starting to make sense. Why you acted a certain way around him, random thoughts thinking he was cute, the need to meet him as soon as possible. God, why had it taken so long for you to realize?

"I mean, at least you ended up liking a nice muffin, right?" It sounded more like a question, which had you letting out a laugh. "What I mean is that he's a good guy, liking him isn't horrible. I can see why you'd end up liking him. Plus- I think everyone can see you two are pretty close."

His words helped ease the tension building up in your shoulders, but your head was still spinning. "I know he's nice, but in what sense? As in, I'll confess and he'll reject me nicely?" You paused, tensing up at just the thought of how awkward that would be. "I'd hate to ruin our friendship just because my dumbass caught feelings."

"Language." He mumbles, before letting out a small sigh. "He's nice as in he'll be understanding if he DOES reject you. But did you miss the last part of my speech? I said your friendship with Quackity is very different, anyone can tell you guys are really close. I can see where these feelings might've come from."

"Just because we're close doesn't excuse me having feelings for him. I mean, what does that say about me? Unable to have close friends without growing romantic feelings for them?" Your voice sounds hushed, as if it's dangerous to admit your feelings out loud.

"I'd say we're close friends, do we have romantic feelings for each other?" He asks softly, playing with your fingers absent-mindedly.

"I mean, I love you tons."

"I love you too, but it's not in the way you like Quackity, right?"

You kept quiet, gently biting at the inside of your cheek. Your brain was looking for ways to invalidate your feelings, tell you it wasn't right, but Bad was fighting through that and trying to reason with you.

"We both love all of our friends, and are really close to them.. but what you and Quackity have is different. I can see why you ended up liking him. Plus.. I really don't think he'd reject you. In fact, I think he likes you too."

"Bad." You warned, unsure you could handle overthinking the possibility that he liked you too right now. The realization of your own feelings was already too much.

"I'm just saying." He says, raising both hands in playful surrender. The sight elicits a small laugh from you.

But maybe.. maybe you were a bit curious. "You really think so?"

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't. Plus, this is coming from someone who's been friends with both of you for a very long time. I see and notice things."

"Thank you, Bad. I really appreciate you and just‐ thanks for talking this through with me." It's honest and raw. He'd watched you sit at this table, trying to work everything out in your brain, and had just been endlessly supportive.

"Of course. I'm here if you need anything, alright? Now, just relax and let's go play some games, yeah?"

"Okay.. let's go!" You smiled and tugged at his hand, leading him over to where Sapnap and Dream were playing.

There was no way you were letting your own feelings ruin the fun of good food and some arcade games. You'd deal with that later.

—

Bad's advice and pep talks are top tier, but sometimes he oversteps. He doesn't mean any harm, but at times it is just too much. This is one of those times.

There's just a few days left before the big convention, and honestly the time spent together so far has been an absolute bliss. And well-spent considering you've all been out and about more often.

You find yourself in the living room with all of them, joking around and making up stupid songs while Quackity plays a beat he claimed to have made himself on his phone. It's peaceful, and no joke is taken too far. Until Bad starts trying to be the 'best wingman', as he likes to claim.

"Quackity, you should write a song for them, and perform it here in front of everyone." He says as he nudges you suggestively, a knowing smile on his face. It's so sudden and you need to make sure you heard correctly. You can feel yourself tense up at the thought of Quackity making a song dedicated to you. Specifically you. No one else.

Of course, it comes off as a joke, but since Bad knows you like Quackity it just seems way more personal. It seems like he's making it so obvious, but maybe everyone else is painfully oblivious. Clueless.

"Wow Bad. You just want him to roast the shit out of me, don't you? That's messed up." You make a noise of disappointment, trying your best to sound calm and collected.

George laughs at that, "Wowww Bad, that's pretty messed up. But you should, Quackity. Make one about Y/N and their muffins. It'll be funny." George didn't know a thing, but it felt like he was making it worse. As if there was a specific reason why they teased him into making a song about you.

With the playful cheering of everyone around him, he cleared his throat and a new beat started to play on his phone. Before you knew it, he was singing about your fictional muffins and how he would order a dozen, and found a way to include Rat slander in there as well.

Maybe you were stressing out for no reason at all. Perhaps you were the only one taking it weirdly and everyone else was just joking around making stupid songs up on the spot. You took a deep breath, and began to relax.

As the night continued, you tried to avoid any possible spotlight, focusing on getting George and Sapnap to go at each other, and the others egging them on so all you really had to do was watch the chaos ensue. It would all just lead to Sapnap calling the rest of them out and starting more playful fights.

As arguments kept coming up, the one you'd all been talking about on that one stream came to mind.

"Wait.. we still haven't done that height check between Quackity and Sapnap." Karl said with a shocked laugh. "How many days have we been together exactly?"

"Too long." Dream chimed in, eager to see the short people fighting over height they didn't have. At least not compared to him.

"Oh yeah huh." Sapnap said in realization. "Stand the fuck up right now, Quackity." He stood to his full height, puffing up his chest to try and appear taller or bigger.

Quackity rolled his eyes, "You guys only brought that up because I was clearly beating you guys in that argument."

"Okay? Stand up then."

If you were a person passing by hearing this conversation, you'd think a brawl was about to break out. Maybe you'd call security. But having context, it really was just Sapnap in his arguing mood, petty and trying to prove a point. There was no way he was sitting down until he proved he was taller than Quackity.

A small grumble of disapproval left Quackity's mouth before he stood to full height. Bad walked over and lead Quackity towards Sapnap, telling them to stand back to back so everyone could see the height difference.

You sat there in anticipation as Bad got them set up, watched as they compared heights very carefully, watched as the results were announced, and watched as Sapnap cheered and screamed some shit in Quackity's face when it turned out he was a few inches taller than Alex.

To make things funnier, Dream walked over in amusement and checked their height difference himself, making the other two look so much smaller than they already did. It was always a pleasant shock seeing just how tall Dream was compared to the average person.

This lead to height checks between all of them, trying to figure out who was the tallest (easy) and who was the shortest.

After everyone had gotten tired from the playful arguments and day they had, they began leaving to their rooms to freshen up or get comfy, probably needing a break from the banter.

Dream, George, and Karl had agreed to go pick up something to eat while the rest of you guys stayed in the living room. Just chatting now, relaxing, no height wars or petty arguments. Kinda.

"By the way, I found this one cool shop with a bunch of anime stuff. You're coming with me to check it out, right?" Sapnap asks, breaking the peaceful silence that surrounded you all while scrolling on your phones.

You looked up in confusion, not sure who he was talking to. His eyes met yours, and he gave you a look that said he was waiting for your response. "You wanna go with me?" You ask, a bit shocked since you'd expect him to go with Karl or something.

"Duh. We could look through the whole shop and see what we can find. Maybe go eat afterwards." He explains with a smile. He seems excited, and his energy is just so contagious, you can't help but smile as well.

"Well, since we're all here I'm assuming we're invited as well. Right, Sapnap?"

It's Quackity, inserting himself into the conversation, eyebrows raised and lawyer voice on, ready to fight Sapnap on this. This earns him a scoff from Sapnap.

"Don't think you'll wanna come with us. I know it's not really your thing."

"Sapnap, I'm sure he can join. Don't you see he's pouting? Plus, I'm sure food will cheer the baby up." You tease, watching as Quackity's facial expression changes into a scowl.

"Yeah right. Plus, it's rude to ask them out in front of Bad and I. We're literally their plus twos."

Bad snorts. "Plus twos? He's definitely not letting us tag along now."

Sapnap nods. "You literally have so many other days you can spend with them. Let me have my moment. Ask them out yourself if you want later."

You stiffen at the implication he's making, unable to stop the confused frown that appears on your face.

"Whatever." Quackity mumbles, before quickly switching the conversation to his beanie and what he should do to stop fans from snatching it off his head.

The topic of conversation is interesting, and quite frankly very funny, but you can't help but focus on Sapnap's comment.

Surely, he meant no harm. But you can't help the feeling that your little secret you'd shared with Bad was growing more noticeable. And if Sapnap knew? How long would it take for Quackity to realize and push you away?

"Y/N?"

You blink away your state of confusion as you refocus on the conversation. "Huh?"

"I said, how does superglue sound? For his beanie and stuff." Bad had been calling out to you, trying to reinvite you into the conversation. Apparently, you'd been quiet for a while.

"You're such an asshole, Bad. You just want to see me bald so bad." Quackity huffed.

"Not true! Also language."

Bittersweet. Your own thoughts were ruining the fun conversation your friends were having. How to answer this without seeming too obvious? Not like a pining idiot?

"I mean, so what if your hair falls out? The beanie will cover it. It's worth it."

"Plus," adds Sapnap, "your fans have been saying you're bald anyway. Prove them right."

"You're all no help to me and my problems." Quackity finally mutters, earning a laugh from the three of you.

His problems. You wouldn't wanna add another by making him have to deal with a friend trying to get out of the friend zone. You really need to get your feelings in check.

Honestly, you need to get better at hiding this shit. You can't just keep going quiet or getting lost in thought whenever someone suggests anything NOT platonic between you and Alex. I mean, it's ridiculous at this point. Bad is giving you stares, Sapnap might know by now, George might know. Hell, maybe even Quackity knows.

Too much. As soon as the others get back, you excuse yourself and call it a day.

—

Sapnap had been serious about going to that Japanese shop. He'd woken you up early, made you get dressed, and was dragging you out the house before the others could bat an eyelid.

Honestly? You'd had a lot of fun. Watching him look through all the items, picking out everything he wanted, getting matching plushies and these tiny figurines that ended up being too fucking expensive for their size. He'd been so happy, you even offered to pay for his meal in exchange for what he'd bought you earlier.

Throughout your adventures with Sapnap, you received a few notifications from Quackity, asking what you guys were up to, when you'd be back, and whether Sapnap was forcing you to stay over there with him. Sapnap and you rolled your eyes at that last bit, sending him a picture of you two flipping off the camera. All jokes, of course, and in return you received a picture of Quackity doing the same. Then he began claiming that you guys could stay there all day for all he cared.

"Seems like someone is jealous." Sapnap had said after reading Quackity's messages. You looked over at him in surprise before he quickly pocketed your phone, dragging you along to a new section of the store he'd wanted to check out.

Did Sapnap really think so? Could there be a chance Alex actually liked you, like Bad had suggested?

Beside your overthinking, the day had been well-spent, and by the time you got home, you were ready to get out of your outside clothes and into your PJs.

As you finally walked out into the living room, you watched with an amused smile as Sapnap sat with the rest of them, showing them everything he had bought at the shop, including little gifts he'd brought for them all.

No matter how 'careless', he came across, Sapnap was truly a softie. It was endearing watching him hand out the gifts you two had bought at the shop.

You made your way over to the couch, sitting beside Quackity and giving him a smile as he raised his brow. "Don't think I forgot that picture you sent me earlier today."

"You know I didn't mean it." You mumbled as you returned your gaze to Sapnap and his cheerful smile.

"You owe me an apology. And you need to make it up to me."

You scoffed at that, "You flipped me off too."

"And? You did it first. I'm the injured party here."

"Fine." You sighed, turning you gaze back at him. "How can I make it up to you?"

"Mmm.. how about we 'sleep call' again?" You froze at his suggestion, looking over at the others to see if they were listening in on your conversation.

They weren't, all too entranced with the small rant Bad was going on about a certain manga Sapnap had bought.

How could this man just admit that you two slept together with his whole chest. Without a care in the world for who was listening.

"Is that really all you want?" Stunned was the only word to truly describe how you were feeling at the moment.

"I mean, for now. I'll have to see tomorrow if I feel any better."

You rolled your eyes at that. He would most likely take advantage of that and drag it on for as long as he could. "Did you really miss me that much, Alex? Need to make up for the time lost today?"

"Wow. You're trying to make me look desperate now?"

"I just think that's how an outsider listening in on our conversation would interpret it."

"Y'know what? Let's go right now. Since you wanna call me desperate."

Again. Stunned. How was this man acting like it was nothing? This shit wasn't normal. Last time wasn't too bad because you didn't know, but now? You'd be too focused on not making it seem romantic, just purely platonic laying on the same bed together with your friend who you don't have feelings for.

It didn't take long for everyone to start heading to their rooms. He excused himself, and you followed a few minutes after, heading to your room in a daze.

As you waited for him to come to your room, you couldn't help but wonder if it'd be the same as last time. Would you be able to play with his hair or cuddle close in a strictly platonic way? Maybe you could call him bro a few times so it didn't seem like you liked him.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and revealing him in all his glory. He looked so comfy, and the beanie was once again nowhere to be seen.

Perhaps you were overreacting, but you felt this was his way of letting you know he trusted you. That he was truly comfortable around you.

This time, he felt more at ease entering your personal space. He got into bed and got comfy on his own. It didn't take long before he was facing you again, just like last time.

You smiled at him and did the same as him, your previous plans of putting distance and calling him bro getting thrown out the window at this new sight of him.

He looked so cute, just laying there and looking at you. He looked so warm too, you couldn't wait until you actually got to pull him close and blame it on your sleepy state.

"So," he started, "how was your date with Sapnap?"

Huh? The tone really caught you off guard.

"It wasn't a date. We just went to look at some manga he wanted, and got little gifts for everyone. Went to eat."

"Sounds like a date."

You narrowed your eyes at him. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

"Well, it wasn't. Why does it matter to you though?"

"It doesn't."

"Then?? You jealous or something?" You raised a brow, genuinely confused, but also wanting to see his reaction to the last bit. Maybe it'd give you some insight on his feelings for you. If there was any.

"I'm just making sure! Sue me for trying to respect anything that could possibly be going on between you two." He paused. "I wouldn't want to be asking you to sleep with me and then it turns out you and Sapnap are a thing."

You paused and simply stared at him. Was this dude serious? He was worried about you and Sapnap dating, when in reality you liked HIM? Sick and twisted.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that. Sapnap and I aren't a thing. I like someone else." You answered, and honestly you don't know why you said that.

He paused for a bit, expression unreadable before simply nodding. "And is it possible to know who this someone is??"

How did you end up in this position? It wasn't that long ago that you were confessing to Bad about your feelings for Alex while surrounded by fucking arcade games. And now you were in bed with him while he asked who your crush was. Leave it to you to mess up this badly.

You took a few more moments to just lay there with him, hand eventually going to his hair and gently playing with it. "I don't want to ruin anything." You finally responded.

It was the truth. You could just tell him, but you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if your revelation lead to him growing distant, or him rejecting you and ruining the rest of the trip.

At that, he sat up, making your hand slip out from where it had been playing with his hair. "Are you afraid you'll hurt my feelings?"

You sat up as well, staring at him for a bit before shaking your head. "I'm afraid you'll hurt mine."

"I wouldn't dare." He said reassuringly, hand reaching out to intertwine with yours.

It might've been the adrenaline rushing through your body, or the pessimist in you just telling you to get over with it, but you sat there and confessed that you liked him.

At first, there wasn't much of a response beside his wide eyes and stunned smile. You didn't necessarily know what that meant. Was he on the verge of laughter or was he shocked because he liked you as well?

The silence was killing you, and you swear you could feel tears threatening to spill as he continued to just stare. Nothing could've possibly been worst than his silence at that moment.

"You really do like me? Me, Alex Quackity?" Were his first words, and you watched as he shook his head, as if he was trying to make sense of it all.

"I don't expect you to feel the same or-"

"No no. You like me?"

He was trying to get you to repeat it, or admit it again, but it was torture.

"... I do."

He smiled at that, coming closer and using his free hand to cup your cheek. "Yeah? Well, it's your lucky day because.. I like you too."

You really couldn't believe what you were hearing. Bad had been right about him liking you as well. If he found out, he'd brag about being right and being the 'best wingman' for so long.

"Seriously?" It never hurt to double check.

"Yeah."

And with that, the distance between you two was closed. Soft lips pressed against each other awkwardly at first, not used to kissing your best friend, but it soon melted into a sweet first kiss.

After he pulled away, you gently cupped his cheeks as well, smiling at just how unbelievable this was. The guy you'd been unknowingly pining for this whole time actually liked you back, and you'd just kissed him on your bed. Bonus: he was staying the whole night for some cuddles.

You laid back down, pulling him with you and simply wrapped your arms around him, leaving small and shy kisses on his cheek, not used to this at all, testing what was okay and what wasn't. But his smile and kisses he was giving you as well told you he was more than fine with this.

"Does this make up for it?" You mumble against his own lips, teasing tone evident.

"Yes, yes it does."

—

The next morning was when the countdown finally came to an end. The day you'd all been waiting for; The Convention.

You knew this meant getting up, eating breakfast, and starting to get ready. It was a big day.

But when Quackity wanted to lay down for just a bit longer, how could you possibly say no?

This lead to you both having to walk out of your room and head straight to the kitchen 15 minutes later. There was no time to waste by pretending to have come out of your own rooms and at different times.

As you both approached the dinner table and sat down, you realized the table was dead silent, all eyes on both of you.

You looked up, making eye contact with Bad. He had this knowing grin on his face, and you couldn't help it as you felt the heat rushing up to your face. Quackity seemed unfazed by it all, simply yawning and beginning to eat his breakfast.

"So did it work or what?" Sapnap broke the silence, an expectant look on his face as he stared between you and Quackity.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, now feeling very confused.

Bad couldn't hold in his laughter any longer, and burst out into happy giggles.

"Well we were trying to make Alex get jealous so he could finally make a move. Did he do it?" Sapnap asked. Karl was smiling wide, trying to cover it with the sleeve of his sweater.

Did this mean that Karl, Sapnap, and Bad all knew you two liked each other? Had these three plotted this shit? Getting you two to realize your own feelings?

"What? You did that shit on purpose?" It was Quackity's turn to be dumbfounded.

"Duh. We figured we'd give you guys a little push in the right direction." Sapnap had a satisfied smile on his face.

You couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Your friends had worked together to make you both come to terms with your feelings. Since you two were so oblivious. Wow.

"I hate to say it since it means you actually helped,,, but it did work. We talked last night and well.. we both confessed." There was a soft smile on his lips as he told the others about what had happened.

Bad let out a small cheer, clapping his hands excitedly before congratulating you both on talking out your feelings.

"Okay now that the lovebirds are finally together, let's finish breakfast and start getting ready. Remember today is a big day!" Dream said, sounding quite excited himself.

You'd honestly forgotten for a few minutes because of the whiplash of your friends confessing they were playing cupid.

Today was the convention. The whole reason you'd all traveled out here. This whole trip had been lovely, leading up to the final event.

And you'd be leaving with a date, and good memories spent with fans and friends.

<3

[defprettysoul]

𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 - Jackson Wang

Plot: every time he sits like that with ‘em legs spread open you can’t help but to suck him off.

Genre: Smut, kind of rough 

Word count: 1.1k

Damn every time he sits like that.

Every time he’s sitting on the couch in front of his laptop working, meetings after meetings, phone calls after phone calls, looking all stressed as being a CEO at 23 is not easy,

But look at that, the way he’s sitting, leg spread open, hands-on his chin as he’s thinking very deeply, probably about the next big step of TEAM WANG, look at those pants almost about to rip as it’s too tight for those thick juicy thighs that you can’t have enough of, shirt’s sleeve rolled up with those veiny hands which you wish to grab you and choke you and teach you some disciplines, typing and writing things down various new ideas and plan which only he and his creative ass can think of, first three buttons of his shirt open for you to have a peak of his toned muscular chest, eyes of determination, hair messy, constantly flicking his tongue with noise and licking his lips as he’s trying to connect the dots on how to approach his next big project.

This is nothing but an invitation to you, the way he’s sitting with ‘em legs spread open, like asking you, inviting you, begging you. Or more so ordering/commanding you to crawl over to the couch, get on your knees, open his zipper, take out his gigantic length and put it on your mouth,

 you can’t think of anything else but to suck him off with that view, as your mind, body and whole existence crave for him, you don’t mind if you can’t breathe, you don’t mind if it’s too deep down on your throat that it hurts, you don’t mind him grabbing your hair and moving your head as he wants all of him inside your mouth, eyes rolls up, drool comes out, everything inside your head gets messed up but you suck him with passion and determination like a good girl the princess you are to him and him getting lost in pleasure. 

“If you are done staring can you bring me some coffee? I have to get done some more work by tonight”

His raspy voice brought you back from your world of imagination, you were staring at him for a long time unconsciously which he’s used to as you often get lost in your thoughts while staring at him. 

“Are you tired? Why don’t you take a little break?” you got up and headed to the dining room to make him some coffee.

“No time to rest baby, new TEAM WANG design launching next week, I need to clarify a lot of things, then gotta planning for the MV shoot for the song that I recorded last month, finally finished the song, it’s a total bop you know, my fans will love it, can’t wait to announce all these”

You put down the hot cup of black coffee on the table in front of him and smiled with so much pride while watching him getting all excited for his hard work.

He was looking like a total cutie getting all excited, but that thought was still in your head and you realized you are soaking wet in front he thought from earlier.

After taking a sip from the cup he went back to concentrating on his work. You were hesitating to disturb him but you could not resist, both your body and mind wanting that one exact thing, so you slowly moved closer to him, and sat on his lap hugging him, you started planting soft kisses on his cheeks, neck forehead which made him look at you with puppy eyes.

“ What do you need? cuddles?”

You looked at him, didn’t say anything, and started stroking him down through his pants

“Ohhh...so you want this huh…. But right now i-”

Before he could finish his sentence you kneeled on the ground, in front of him, unzipping his pants.

“Babe…”

“Shhhhh….”

He could feel how desperate you were

“Guess I'll take a short break then” he smirked.

His length automatically bounced out as he got hard super fast. You started to stroke with your passionate hands while adjusting your position, pulled your hair behind your ears, and started licking the sides 

It was super hot, you could feel the heat inside him, you felt pretty good about him on how your little desperation made him this horny.

You took few small slurps, as it takes time to adjust even half of his massive length fit in your smallmouth, 

You were playing with your tongue as you were circling on the top of his tip, making him let out a few moans, you kept your speed as you were adjusting your mouth and throat with the length.

it was getting deeper and deeper with each stroke, you slightly looked up to take a quick glance at him. His head leaned back, eyes closed, hands resting on the sides as he was enjoying your speed, and you kept the same speed as his length was still too much for you to take in at once.

You choked on the sudden movement as he grabbed your hair and made it all in in one stroke, your eyes rolled up, and tears rolled down, you felt it on your throat all the way down.

“I’m getting impatient princess, now I’m gonna control the movement”

Your soul left the body the moment he grabbed your hair and moved your head at his speed and length. It was still impossible for you to take it all down your throat. You couldn’t breathe, tears keep falling down, head empty only the sound of his loud growl of a moan, can’t see or feel anything, everything is black, he’s moving your head with his speed and pace with all in, you couldn't feel any strength on your body you were on the verge of experiencing death and heaven at the same time as you were about to tap out cause it was impossible for you to continue or you will die or injure yourself, he stopped as he was on his climax.

It was all silent, he came all over your mouth but still didn’t pull out of your mouth. You were in pain, he was still in your mouth, and your mouth was overflowing with his come. He looked at you calmly but you couldn’t help but got nervous and gulped.

“ look at you the good you are didn’t let a single drop go waste, now don’t complain, you asked for it”

Both smirked. He lifted your face to take a good look as your face was a hot mess with tears, sweat, and his cum, and you knew there’s no place to complain cause you want this again. 

[spilledkauffie]

Game Night

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Word Count: 2.2k T/W: fluff A/N: Part 2 of Bingo — a few months later

I am SO SORRY this took me way longer to post than it should have!

Bucky Tag List: @anreeixcobra ❤︎ @tsnelf7 ❤︎ @fandom-princess-forevermore​

It was Friday night, which meant one thing: Game Night. Ever since Yori introduced you at Bingo, you made it a tradition in your relationship to play board games on Fridays. For the most part you kept it to fairly modern games, but tonight was going to be a surprise.

Tonight it was your place, 8 o’clock. Bucky showed up with a six pack of root-beer in glass bottles. You added a few to the fridge as he found his usual seat at your apartment table. He waited for you to round the small apartment’s bar and join him. Sliding the glass bottles across the table to Bucky, you smiled, biting in your bottom lip, as he slid your bottle back, now without its top.

Easily he popped the top off his own bottle with his left hand; it was as he was about to take a sip that he caught sight of your look, “what?” he furrowed his eyebrows, questionably. 

“So. . . tonight,” you tried not to giggle.

“What?” Bucky asked again, this time finding himself following your smile despite his will not to.

“Tonight is going to be special,” you clasped your hands together, “because I found some stuff that’s as old as you.”

“Wow, thanks,” Bucky said sarcastically, taking a sip, shaking his head, blinking softly as he saw you rush to convince him it would be fun. Sighing deeply, he gave in, “alright, what is it?”

“I’ll be right back,” you twirled on your heel and left the room.

Returning to shaking his head and the glass bottle, he paused after settling the bottle on the table. It’d been a long time since anyone cared about anything actually as old as him. He’d been pretty good at keeping up with the times, a lot of things he knew just got an upgrade, but the thought of something from his actual childhood felt a little heartwarming. 

“Okay,” you declared, reentering the room with a stack of vintage boxes in your arms that made Bucky lean back in his chair out of shock, “here we are.” 

His jaw dropped a little at what you had brought out as you set the stack on the table. Watching you take a deep breath and exhale with a smirk, he shook his head, this time silently asking “how?” You set your hands atop the stack, rapping your fingers across the top box as you smiled again. 

Smoothing your hands out across the box top, you cleared your throat, “no peeking,”  bringing Bucky’s attention entirely to you. 

“Option number one,” you held up the rectangular shape with severely faded letters across it, “Scrabble, released 1938.” The box very gently met the table, “option number two,” you looked at him attempting not to giggle as you saw him cross his arms over his chest, genuinely listening to you intently, “Sorry! released 1934, Battleship, original pen and paper game,” you clarified, he lifted his eyebrows, impressed, “and last but not least, Monopoly, released 1935.”

“Wow, you uh- you really did your research,” he commented, looking over the stack of authentically vintage boxes.

“Of course,” you shrugged with a smile, “my boyfriend’s 106, if I want to bring back some childhood nostalgia, that requires some research. . . and late hour ebay bidding in our case.”  

He nodded, a faint smile showing, before it faded with his next words, “I hope you didn’t do too much research on me,” he looked up, hand resting on Monopoly.

You calmly slid down into the seat across from him and stared with a kind smile still on your lips, reaching to touch his hand, you stroked your thumb against his knuckles, “I’m more of a first hand account, direct source, kind of girl when it comes to people,” the corner of his mouth tugged into a smile. 

You knew, just not everything, and he wasn’t sure he was prepared to have another living soul know it all quite yet. Luckily, you were someone who seemed to actually understand that.

“Or,” you announced, lifting a pointer finger, as if requesting a pause whilst you went to a nearby drawer, returning with a much smaller box, “we can get really really old school, even for you” the box met the table top, “standard 52 card deck, English edition, circa 1516. . .obviously not original.”

Bucky chuckled, looking to you, tonguing his cheek, before picking up the cards, “I hate to tell you, but that’s just a little before my time,” he squinted at you, teasingly.

Biting your lip, your shoulders shifted with the giggle that came after his comment, “so, come on,” you sat back down, this time with your elbows on the table and hands laced, to support your resting chin on top of them, “what should I beat your butt in?”

“Oh,” Bucky, attempting to appear insulted, began raising his eyebrows, “you think?”

“Yeah,” you laughed your words while looking at his serious face, “I think, better yet, I know.”

“Well, I don’t know where you get your confidence from. You know you are talking to a local senior Bingo night champion,” he shrugged with a head tilt, as if that was supposed to be a big deal.

“Woooow,” you drew out, smiling uncontrollably.

“But,” he sighed, “okay,” he shook his head once, accepting your challenge, “let’s go, you’re on! Monopoly,” he brought the box towards himself as you set the others on the floor next to your chair.

You watched as he picked up the little metal pieces, examining each one individually. There was an expression you’d never seen before, he was remembering something positive from his past. A memory that sparked a smile that you helped bring about. He surveyed the board, with all its bright colours and familiar street names.

“It’s been-” he paused, looking upward, doing the math in his head, “it’s been 85 years since I played this game,” setting each piece he stopped at the boat, laughing to himself, “you know, Steve used to always be the battleship.” 

A soft smile came across your lips, while you watched him remember exactly how to set it up. You picked the Scottie dog and he picked the vintage race car piece.

“Were you always the race car?” you ventured, wanting to know more about his childhood, you knew he didn’t talk about it often.

“Oh,” he glanced to the piece he had just naturally picked up without a thought, “yeah, well, I think,” he gave a quick, but somber smile, before clearing his throat, and actually looking up, “and my sister, whenever she’d actually manage to get mom and dad to let her stay up with us, she’d always be the thimble,” he leaned back in his chair, smiling, “whenever it was her turn to move she’d put it on her finger and hop it down the street names.” He leaned back to the table, “we never made her go to jail, even if she landed on it, Steve would make up some rule that let her skip it.” 

“That’s really sweet of you guys,” you said, looking softly at his smile.

“Yeah,” he swallowed, “but don’t think you can skip jail,” he changed his tone, preferring not to dwell on the past even if it was positive. 

“Don’t think I’ll be visiting,” you smirk confidently, “better watch out for the money man yourself.” 

“Wow, who is this?” he dropped his jaw, “she’s so sarcastic, does Yori know this side of you? Do you sneak jellybeans under the table or something evil like that?”

Laughing, you took your root-beer, “just give me my $1,500 so the smack down can actually begin.”

Two hours later, after a long battle between Boardwalk, control over the railroads, and many, many visits to jail, you sat back, lips quirked, arms across your chest as your little Scottie sat in jail.

“And three thousand, six hundred, and five. . . I’m sorry, but that leaves you,” Bucky set his elbows on the table, wincing at you, “bankrupt.”

“Fine,” you huffed jokingly, giving your best pout,“you win.”

“Aww, c’mon,” Bucky reached out a hand to touch your forearm comfortingly, accompanied by a smile you couldn’t deny.

“You wanna go again?” You offered seriously, resting your hand on top of his tenderly, happy to see him so happy.

“It was really fun, but let’s play something else, this time you pick,” he offered.

Breaking into a smile, you gave a nod, and he asked what you had in mind. It took a moment, you wanted to make this good, and you wanted to see it be a little more of a struggle for him, if you were honest. 

“You know, I know it’s later than your. . .original timeline, but there’s this fantastic game called Twister,” you smirked, perking an eyebrow to ask if he was up for it. 

“Twister?” He repeated you, tilting his head like a confused puppy, “what’s Twister?”

“I’ll show you, but,” you glanced over to your small apartment living room, “we might need to arrange the furniture a little.”

“Don’t worry,” Bucky stood, “I can handle that.” 

Smiling, you stand, “okay, just push it all to one side, I’ll get the game.” 

Ten minutes later, shoeless, you both stood looking over the polka dotted sheet on the floor. Nodding happily to yourself, Bucky shook his head almost in fear. 

“Make sense?” You asked, having just explained the very simple rules, you turned to face him.

“Oh, I’m sorry I asked,” he sighed, shouldering off his jacket and tossing it onto the couch along with his glove, “yeah, it makes sense,” he set his hands on his hips, pondering this new game intently. 

“Okay, you first,” you held up the spinning arrow, and began.

One hand and foot at a time, sometimes struggling to reach the spinner, but you both made it work pretty well. Having kept to one side of the sheet, it came time to get a smidge more twisted.

Bucky managed to keep balanced and spin a green dot with his left arm, conveniently it placed him right over you. As he began to reach for green, he carefully calculated how best to approach the green dot in order to keep his balance. It was a pretty far reach and he’d need to balance himself whilst reaching over you. 

“What’s the matter old man, can’t quite move like you used to?” you shamelessly giggled. 

Raising his eyebrows at your tone, “ohhh, wow,” Bucky said sincerely, finally placing his left arm over you and to a green dot, now above you he tilted his head sassily, “respect your elders.”

His last sentence only made your giggle turn into a genuine laugh. You closed your eyes and threw your head back a little. Admittedly, Bucky thought it was funny too, but he didn’t laugh, he just took in your smile and the sound of your laugh, enjoying every single moment of it.

When you brought your head back up, you were about to respond sassily, but instead you found his lips meeting yours. With a small squeak of surprise, you relaxed into the kiss, glad that he was finally confident enough with you to take a chance now and then. He tasted like vanilla root beer, which mixed wonderfully with the scent of his cologne you were finally close enough to smell. 

It was soft and slow at first, but slowly, with his right hand palming the arch of your back, you eased into his touch, lower back almost meeting the floor as you both sunk down a little. You completely forgot about the game, as you reached your arms around his neck gently. Keeping the kiss close, you felt him hesitate to deepen it, so you gave him a small sign of encouragement, by moving your hand to the side of his neck, naturally bringing him even closer. 

You had no idea how long you’d been there, on that polka dot sheet, but it was such bliss that you didn’t even care. Smiling into the kiss, you felt him smile back. 

Parting, he pressed his forehead to yours, “I win,” he whispered, lips in a smile. 

“What?” was all you could ask, still mesmerised by the kiss. 

Bucky motioned his head to his left arm which happened to have been keeping the two of you steady. . . all the while remaining on the green dot. You dropped your arms from around his neck, to the floor, elbows supporting you as you looked up at him, shaking your head. 

“That does not count, Bucky,” you tried not to smile as he kept his arm as still as possible.

“What? But my hand’s still on green,” he dramatically gestured to it, making you bite your lip to repress a giggle, trying to match his seriousness.

Shoving his chest directly above you, he feigned an ‘ow!’ before you softly pull him closer again.

“If I kiss you are you gonna hit me again?”

You smirk, “I might if you don’t.” 

Bucky smiled, lips almost touching yours, “alright, sorry,” he smiled, voice almost a whisper as his lips brushed against yours, “I’m still learning the rules to this game.”

[thatgirlstrawberry]

I Need Him

In which Y/N goes int on labor while Spencer's at work

Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

Warnings: Labor???? Fluff

Y/N was eight months pregnant. She was pregnant and on leave from her job at the BAU. She was so tired of being at home by herself all day. Hotch wouldn't even let her work with Garcia!

Spencer would call her every two hours when he wasn't with his wife.

Right now was when she got that call. Spencer was in Georgia working on a case.

Y/N's phone begam to ring. She sighed and rubbed her baby bump and picked up the phone.

"Hello, Spence."

"Y/N! How are you feeling, Love?" Spencer asked through the phone.

"I'm just as good as the last time, Spence." Y/N laughed.

"I'm just making sure that you're okay." Spencer sighed. Y/N giggled and rubbed her stomach. She felt the baby begin to kick.

"Ohhh. Spence, she's kicking." Y/N said excitedly. She heard Spencer gasp.

"That's because she can probably hear me talking. Unborn babies usually tend to get excited when they hear their parent." Spencer explained. "Okay well, we're so close to getting the unsub. I love you and baby so so so much."

"We love you to- Ah!" A sharp pain made its way through Y/N's stomach.

"Babe? Are you okay? What's wrong?" Spencer asked worriedly. The pain didn't subside.

"I- think- she's just- oh! Ah! She's just kicking a little hard today- ah!" She tried to say through gritted teeth.

"Morgan, call Garcia and tell her to pick Y/N up and take her to the hospital." Y/N heard Spencer say on the other end.

"N-no Spencer. I'm f-fine. Ugh!"

"You don't sound fine and I'm getting you to the hospital now. I'll be there in two hours and twelve minutes." Spencer rushed. Y/N sighed knowing that she wasn't going to sway his mind.

"Oh God." Y/N squeezed the arm of the couch and her eyes filled with tears. "She's not supposed to come for another month." Y/N stressed.

"I know. There shouldn't be anything wrong with her. It's not un common." Spencer said calmly. Y/N knew that he was freaking out.

"I'm not scared something will be wrong. I'm just not ready! What if I can't do it?" Spencer's wife cried. She cried through the pain and grunted. She felt something dribble down her legs.

"Spencer! My water broke!"

"Oh, just breath baby. I just got in the jet." Spencer soothed. A knock on the door made Y/N look up.

"Garcia's here." She breathed. She got up and opened the door.

"Babe! We need to go!" Garcia exclaimed, looking down at her. Y/N nodded and held the phone back up to her ear.

"Spence, I gotta go. I have to get to the hospital." Y/N smiled with tears in her eyes.

"I love you so much honey. I'll be there. Just go."

"I love you too."

~~~~~

In the car ride Y/N's contractions got closer together and more painful.

"Oh, Godddddd." Y/N groaned, hovering above her seat holding on to the arm rest and the door of the car.

"It's gonna be okay sweet love." Garcia soothed as she pulled into the hospital's emergency driveway.

"Oh no! Spencer's not here! I can't do it, Penelope." Y/N cried and grunted as she endured another contraction. Penelope got out of the driver's side and went to help Y/N out.

When they got inside Penelope looked at a nurse. The nurse looked at the woman who was almost shrinking down to the ground in pain.

"Sweetheart, do you know where the father is?" The nurse asked her.

"I can't do it without him! I need him!" Y/N shouted, making everyone look at her.

"Um, he's on his way." Penelope told the nurse. The nurse nodded.

"I'm Connie and I'm gonna take real good care of you." Connie said. Y/N nodded and grunted through another contraction.

~~~~

"Gah damnit!" Y/N screamed. She squeezed the bed sheets and Penelope's hand.. She was only five centimeters dialted and it had been and it had been two hours. Spencer was supposed to be there.

"I'm sure he's just downstairs, sweet face!" Penelope grunted as Y/N squeezed her hand. When the contraction was gone Penelope tore her hand away from the pregnant woman. "I love you but, I really need to go ice my hand. Maybe I could go check the lobby to see if Spencer's here."

Y/N nodded and wiped sweat from her forehead. She leaned her head back on the flat pillow and looked up at the ceiling. A few tears escaped her eyes.

"I can't do this alone." She whispered.

"You won't be doing it alone." Y/N's head snapped up. A smile came across her face as she saw her husband standing in the doorway.

"Spencer!" He raced towards his sweaty wife and planted a small kiss On her lips.

"The rest of the team is on the way." Spencer whispered smiling at Y/N.

"What about the case?" Y/N asked. Spencer shook his head.

"They caught him right before I left."

Y/N was about to say something when a contraction hit her hard. "Ohhh! Spencer!"

Spencer grabbed his wife's hand and she squeezed it as she shut her eyes, holding her breath.

"Breathe! You can't forget to breathe." Spencer told her. Y/N nodded and let put big shaky breaths.

"I'm only five centimeters. This is going to take forever." Y/N whined as the contraction went away.

"I'm so sorry baby. I promise it's gonna be worth it."

~~~~~

"God!"

Ten excruciating hours later, it was finally time to push.

Spencer was up by his wife, she was holding his hand tightly to her chest.

"Sweetheart, it's time to push." Her doctor said.

Y/N nodded and looked at Spencer. "You can do it."

"Okay 1,2,3 big push." Y/N pushed and held her breath. She whimpered and shut her eyes tightly. "Good." The doctor soothed her.

Spencer pushed sweaty hair out of Y/N's face. "And relax." The doctor instructed.

"You're doing so good." Spencer told her. She looked up at him.

"And push!"

She did. She screamed in pain. A few tears streamed down her cheeks.

"I can't do it! I can't." Y/N sobbed.

"Y/N, baby, look at me." Y/N breathed heavily and stopped pushing. She looked over at Spencer. "You can do this. You are the strongest person I know. And you are about to bring our child into the world. You can do it."

Y/N nodded and squeezed his hand tighter.

"You ready?" The doctor asked. Y/N nodded.

"I'm ready."

~~~~

Fifteen minutes later Y/N pushed her baby into the world. Spencer cut the baby's umbilical cord.

"Oh my God. We're parents." Spencer breathed as the doctor took the baby to get it cleaned. Fresh tears pooled in her eyes.

"We did it." You whispered.

Y/N's mouth dropped into an open smile as the nurse came over with their new baby girl. She was so beautiful. She already had a bunch of Spencer's hair and Y/N's eyes. The nurse handed her the baby.

"She's so beautiful." Spencer whispered. His wife nodded and looked at Spencer.

"God, she looks like you." Y/N breathed out, touching her new baby's nose. Spencer just chuckled quietly.

"Oh my god!" That was the unmistakable voice of Penelope Garcia. Her heels quickly clicked across the linoleum floor. "Oh, she's so beautiful!"

Morgan came up next. "Baby girl Reid." He smiled. "How you doing sweet lady?" Morgan asked the baby's mother.

"I'm good. I'm so good." Y/N chuckled while tearing up. "Spence, you still haven't held her." She smiled. She lifted the baby up and gently placed her in his arms.

Spencer teared up instantly and looked down at his baby girl. "Hi. I-i'm your dad." Hotch came up next to him and placed a hand on Spencer's shoulder.

"Congratulations, Reid."

Emily went to Y/N's bedside.

"Hey, I'm so proud of you." Emily said. Y/N nodded and smiled.

"Oh, I'm so happy you guys did the nasty and made this beautiful little Reid baby!" Penelope squeeled. She was now holding her.

Everyone laughed. JJ eventually got the baby.

"Wait, you never told us her name." JJ stated. Y/N and Spencer looked at each other as JJ handed Y/N the baby.

"Um, her name is... Y/D/N. Y/D/N Diana Reid." Spencer announced. Penelope squeeled again and everyone else gasped.

~~~~~

That night the team went home. Spencer was laying by Y/N's side on the hospital bed as he held Y/D/N. She was asleep. Y/N was dozing off and Spencer was stroking her head with his free hand.

"I love you so much." He whispered. "And i love our baby. And I love our life."

Y/N smiled as she heard his words.

"I love you and our baby and our life too."

Spencer got up carefully, not waking the baby and put her in the bed. He went back and laid with Y/N taking her in his arms.

"Goodnight Y/N."

"Goodnight Spence."

~~~~~~~~

I can't tell if this is good or just really cringe. But um yeah!

[theweasleysredhair]

I Wanna Be Yours [G.W.]

Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 6025

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: Love is complicated. Especially when the boy you love likes someone else. Or does he? [Based on the film Some Kind of Wonderful].

WARNING: brief mentions of alcohol and drinking

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Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: i am again naming my fics after arctic monkeys’ songs - fun fact this one is named after my favourite one of theirs, i’m considering having it for my wedding song bc it cute af

also yes i watched some kind of wonderful whilst writing this and cried. it’s not even a sad fic, i’m just emotional smh

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! REBLOGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE! <3

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“Y/n! Wait up!”

You span round on your heels, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen, “I said I’m fine, Fred! Okay? I’m fine. Absolutely fabulous, in fact.”

Fred stopped in front of you, a shimmer of pity in his brown eyes that made you feel even worse than you already did, “I just want to make sure you’re okay. I-I’m sorry-“

“I know. I know, Freddie,” you replied, your voice quiet as you pressed your lips together, reaching out to grab his hands in yours, “It’s okay. It is, really. I just... I need to be alone.”

“But I- I just... it’s his loss, just so you know!” He pleaded, shaking his head at you, and swore under his breath at the sight of one of his closest friends in tears over his brother, “Merlin, he shouldn’t have given that to her- I shouldn’t have said anything-“

And that’s where your problem had started. Because a few weeks ago, you were, as you claimed, fine. Well, you had a few essays due and were having trouble finding the textbooks to help you write them, but that was all really.

How you wished you could steal a time turner and go back in time.

And yes, when this all started you knew that George had his heart taken by someone else. It’s not his fault, not really, that his whole plan, scheme, escapade turned into something that would completely crush your heart.

Affairs of the heart. That’s where this started. Because before a few days ago, you were unaware of your own feelings. Before a few days ago, you were unaware of any feelings towards him at all.

But that fateful moment - the one where you were sat with George in front of the fireplace, a half-drank bottle of firewhisky sitting between you, laughing and joking - was the one that changed everything.

You hadn’t even realised yourself, until Fred pointed it out to you the morning after, when he’d found you curled up by George’s side, empty firewhisky bottle laying on the floor in front of the couch, George’s arm around your waist, your face buried into his chest.

In Fred’s defence, he thought you knew. He thought you’d be aware of your own feelings.

How was he supposed to know that you didn’t know you were in love with his twin?

_________~*~_________

“This is the year I reckon,” George announced to you as he collapsed onto the sofa beside you, throwing his legs over your thighs as he rested his back against the arm of the couch, his arms resting behind his neck, “She’s finally single, first time since second year. Now’s my chance!”

You popped a Bertie’s Every Flavour Bean into your mouth and closed the book you weren’t really paying attention to, before dropping it on the table in front of the couch, “And how long have you liked her again?”

George blinked at the way you raised an eyebrow at him and sat up a little, “Since I found out she was single again.” At your pointed look, he shot you a grin, “Nah, since before the summer. Point is, I reckon I could really like this girl.”

“Poor love, having you snivelling around her all the time. I wonder how she’ll cope,” you grinned back, throwing one of the jelly beans at his head.

“Well you seem to cope just fine,” he retorted, batting another jelly bean away from his head.

“That’s just because I’m desensitised to you by now.”

“Is that so?” George asked with a raised eyebrow, a grin etched onto his face as he sat up properly, leaning a little closer to you. You turned your head to face him, meeting his stare as you nodded, “Course, how else would I have put up with you so long?”

He leant further forward and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, “Willingly, because you love me, stupid.”

You nudged him, making him laugh as he went back to lying down comfortably, “Yeah, yeah.”

You watched a few first years clamber through the portrait hole, laughing to each other as they made their way through the common room, an absent-minded smile gracing your lips as you recalled being the same in your first year with your friends.

“How do you reckon I should ask her out?” George’s voice brought you away from your reminiscing as you looked over at him, “She deserves something amazing, something no other guy will have thought of for her.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing this would be the topic of conversation for the rest of the evening, but nevertheless gestured for him to continue on. “I wanna go all out if she’s gonna turn out to be everything I’ve ever wanted in a girl,” George finished, a dreamy, faraway look crossing his features.

Reaching into the box of jelly beans, you grabbed a handful and threw them at him, ignoring his indignant “hey!” as you replied pointedly, “Don’t go mistaking paradise for a pair of long legs.”

Because truthfully, that was why a lot of guys were interested in Kiara. She was smart - being a Ravenclaw and all - surprisingly funny, and, as far as you knew, was really kind too. Not that this mattered to many of the boys in your year (and the years above and below), apparently, because she was also beautiful, with long, glossy brown hair, perfect doll-like features and, yes, long, lean legs.

“That’s not why I like her,” George insisted, grabbing one of the jelly beans that had fallen onto his lap and throwing it back at you, laughing as it hit you on the forehead. You playfully glared at him, rubbing your forehead in mock-hurt.

“Sure it’s not, stupid,” you replied, using his minor insult from before. “Ohhh, I’m the stupid one now, am I?” He scoffed, though the smile on his face told you he wasn’t offended in the slightest, “Now you’re in for it.”

He moved his legs off you and poked your sides, knowing you were ticklish, making you laugh out and push him away, “George, stop!”

“Take it back then, love. Say I’m the smartest wizard you know,” he grinned, continuing his minor tickling assault, making you move away from him so abruptly that you fell off the couch and onto the carpeted floor, bringing him down on top of you.

“Ouch- never! You are stupid, stupid!” You laughed, laying on the floor as you tried to catch your breath, George’s hands either side of your head, holding his weight up above you.

Both of your laughter faded a little and you found yourself staring into his brown eyes, his face barely centimetres from your own. You could have almost sworn that he started moving closer - though maybe it was your imagination - before he rolled away and lay beside you on the floor, his hand brushing yours.

“You’ll help me right?” He asked after a moment. You turned your head to look at him, taking in his side profile as he stared up at the ceiling.

“I’ll help you what?”

“Get a date with her,” he said as if it were obvious, turning his head to meet your gaze. You shot him a smile, “You’re George Weasley. You could get a date with anyone you wanted.”

“Just not you, right?” He turned onto his side, resting on his elbow as he looked down at you. You shook your head with a laugh, “Yeah well, I don’t count. I’m not just anyone.”

The smile he gave you made your heart beat a little faster, “You’re right about that.”

***

“All I’m saying is, is it such a bad idea if you just, I don’t know, asked her out simply? By using words? I really don’t think you need to wax poetic, or write her a bloody song to ask her out,” you shook your head in despair at the nerve-wracked boy sat across from you in the Great Hall.

“I can’t just ask her out,” George replied in a horrified voice, “What if she thinks I’ve not put enough effort into it and rejects me?”

“Trust me, Georgie, if she’s going to reject you, it won’t be because of the way you asked her out, I can guarantee that. It’ll be because you’re annoying, or because you smell, or, and I can’t stress this enough, because of your below-average skills in potions,” you laughed at his unimpressed look, taking the opportunity to grab a slice of toast off his plate.

“You’re supposed to be my best friend, you know,” he grumbled, waving his fork at you. “Yes,” you replied, “And as your best friend, I say to just ask her out. Look, joking aside, you’re a great guy, George. She’d be lucky to have you.”

He nodded, smiling gratefully at you as he reached forward and grabbed your hand to give it a squeeze, “Okay, I’ll trust you on this one. I’ll just... ask her out. How difficult could it be?”

Turns out, extremely difficult. You felt second hand embarrassment as you watched George head over to the Ravenclaw table, to where Kiara was sitting, wincing as he nearly dropped a goblet of pumpkin juice over her.

“Who’re you watching?” A voice said from beside you, making you jump. Fred laughed as you rolled your eyes at him, before replying, “For your information, I’m watching your brother ask Kiara on a date.”

“Wait, he’s asking another girl on a date?” Fred frowned, his eyes darting from George, who was currently speaking to Kiara, his cheeks reddening as she touched his shoulder and laughed, to your confused expression as you looked up at the older twin. “Yes?” You replied, bemused, “Why?”

“Does it not... bother you?” He asked gently. You laughed, “Why would it?”

And as you watched Kiara throw her arms around George’s neck, his hands coming to hold her waist, you swallowed thickly, before shaking your head at the odd feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Why would it bother you?

You forced a smile onto your face as George made his way back to his original seat, a smug grin adorning his features. “Well?” You asked, rather redundantly as you had seen the whole thing yourself.

“She said yes,” he replied excitedly, picking up his fork and popping some bacon into his mouth. “I told you!” You grinned at him, though you pushed your own plate away, no longer hungry.

“Attaboy, Georgie!” Fred congratulated his twin, “When’s the date?”

“This Saturday, at The Three Broomsticks,” the younger twin replied. You zoned out of the chatter on the table about this newest revelation, feeling your heart plummet at George’s words, though you couldn’t place your finger on why.

George was your best friend, you should be happy for him... right?

***

Saturday arrived quicker than you wanted, after a week of tedious lessons, and a bombardment of questions over what George should do on his date.

You watched him pull out two different jumpers, holding each one up at a time and looking at you expectedly. Tilting your head to the side, you pointed to the red one, “Was always my favourite one.”

“Red it is,” he nodded, throwing the other jumper onto his bed as he held the red jumper out to you for you to hold. Without warning, he pulled the t shirt he was currently wearing off, leaving his toned torso on show as he dropped said t shirt onto the floor and held his hand out for the jumper.

You handed it to him, gulping a little as you forced yourself not to stare at his abs. It was no secret the George was good looking - you’d always known it - but knowing and seeing were two different things. Being a Beater had done tremendous things to his body, you noted.

“Do you reckon I should bring her flowers?” George asked you, looking at you through the reflection of his mirror as he messed his hair up a little.

“Couldn’t hurt,” you shrugged, sending him a half-hearted smile as you grabbed your wand, muttering ‘orchideous’ and handing him the bouquet that was produced.

He thanked you, before taking a deep breath, “Well, what do you reckon?”

The smile that spread across your face this time was genuine, a soft look in your eye as you replied, “You look great, Georgie. Now go get her!”

He shot you one last grin, pressing a kiss to your forehead, before heading out of his dorm, leaving you alone. You picked up the t shirt he’d dropped, folding it and placing it at the end of his bed, before grabbing the jumper he’d discarded.

You took a breath before deciding to put the jumper on, relishing in the smell of George’s aftershave as you pulled it over your head, before rolling up the sleeves and heading out of the dorm.

***

“How many dates has it been now, three? Four?” You asked, wrapping your coat further around yourself as you trudged through the thick snow of Hogsmeade, passing by a couple of cute shops.

“The Yule Ball will be the fifth.”

You froze at the mention of the Ball. Somehow you’d assumed you’d be going with George - you didn’t even think about the fact that he’d have a girlfriend he could take, “Oh! So you um, asked Kiara to the Ball then?”

“Last night,” George bit his lip as he smiled, “Can’t wait!”

Your stomach clenched and mind raced, eyebrows furrowing as you realised you now had just under a week and half to find a date to the Ball - if anyone was still available, that was. You thought about every single eligible boy you knew of, wondering if you had the courage to even ask any of them, before you were pulled from your thoughts by George’s voice.

“I wanna buy her something for Christmas, what do you reckon?” George asked, picking at a strand coming off his woollen hat before placing it back onto his head.

“I don’t really know the girl,” you said truthfully, forcing yourself to stop thinking about George and Kiara dancing and him holding her all night, “I assume you’d have better judgment.”

He nodded over to a small shop on your left, one that you’d passed by many times but never had the chance to look in.

“The jewellery shop?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him. He grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the door, “Let’s just have a look, yeah?”

The bell chimed as you stepped inside and you instantly became enamoured with the little shop, rows of glass cases showing off sparkly pieces of jewellery and adornments. Most, you noticed quickly, were much too expensive for you - and by default, much too expensive for George, too.

“Are you sure about something from in here?” You asked, staring down at a ring adorned with sapphires, “These are pretty pricey.”

“They might be, but she deserves it. Besides, gotta prove I’m better than all the guys that want to date her, right?” George replied from across the shop.

“Georgie,” you looked over at him with a pointed look, “I can promise you are better than all the other guys.”

“No harm in making sure.”

You gave up arguing, knowing he wouldn’t listen anyway, your eyes taking in the beautiful products, before your focus was taken by a rather stunning necklace. Stepping over to it for a closer look, you breathed out in shock at the price, but nevertheless knew you were in love with the chain, a little pendant surrounded by crystals displayed at the centre.

“What’ve you seen?” George spoke, suddenly standing behind you and leaning over your shoulder.

You pointed at the necklace, “Someday, I’m gonna buy that one.”

George glanced down at the look on your face and grinned to himself, “Someday, I’ll buy that one for you.” You turned to look at him, shaking your head in amusement, “You need to choose something for your girlfriend before you start promising me presents.”

“What’s the fun in that?” George laughed as you both left the shop.

You sat beside George on the couch later that night, resting your head on his shoulder as you shared a bottle of firewhisky between you.

“It was not!” You screeched, your laugh echoing through the empty common room as you nudged the ginger boy, making him laugh along with you. “It absolutely was,” he insisted, grinning before taking a sip of the firewhisky, taking in the sight of you looking so happy, and realising your laugh was one of his favourite sounds, “You were the one who wanted to sneak food from the kitchens, so it was your fault we got caught!”

You shook your head, “It was you tripping into that metal armour. All that noise when the bloody head fell off.”

“You pushed me, stupid!” George scolded indignantly, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting like a child.

“I shoved you,” you corrected, laughing as George playfully nudged you, causing you to nudge him back, and soon you were play fighting on the couch.

He, once again, was above you, almost pinning you to the couch as he looked down at you, and it was only then that you realised just how inebriated you both were, the empty firewhisky bottle having fallen onto the floor.

George’s tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, “You know I love you, right?”

You smiled softly up at him, arms around his neck as you nodded, somehow feeling like those words had more weight to them than usual. Leaning up to kiss his cheek, you replied, “Of course, Georgie.”

Morning arrived quickly, much to your dismay, and you were woken abruptly by the sound of heavy footsteps stomping down the stairs. You couldn’t bring yourself to move to see who it was, too comfortable with your head resting on George’s chest, his arm securely around your waist, but luckily for you, said culprit of the noise came right by your line of sight, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Well what do we have here?” Fred cooed, rocking back and forth as he looked at you curled up in his twin’s arms. “Me and George falling asleep after drinking maybe a tad too much?” You replied as if it were obvious.

“You look awfully cosy,” he grinned, “But then, I suppose I would too if I was cuddling someone I was in love with.”

You felt like your heart stopped and you nearly choked on air, “Wait wait wait, someone I what?!”

“‘Someone I was in love with’?” Fred repeated slowly, narrowing his eyes at you, “You do know... right?”

At your blank expression, Fred raised an eyebrow, “You do know you’re in love with George... right?”

“I’m not in love with-“ You paused as you thought back over the years of your friendship. You’d never really thought about it before - never really had to. But you treated George differently to any other friend you had. No one could make you laugh like he could, or make you feel as protected and safe as he did. And no one ever made you feel like you were flying, like he did.

“Oh Godric... I’m in love with George!” You whisper-shouted, a hand coming to cover your mouth as the realisation dawned on you.

Fred nodded, “I didn’t know that you didn’t know.”

“That’s why you asked me if it bothered me when he asked out Kiara, isn’t it?” You suddenly realised, gulping harshly.

Fred nodded again, though a tad more hesitantly than before, “Hey, but listen- I really think he feels the same, if it makes you feel any better! He just doesn’t know it either.”

You moved out of George’s grasp and stood up, pressing your lips together as you looked at Fred, “He’s got a girlfriend, who he’s taking to the Yule Ball and who he adores and they’re probably gonna get married and have kids and I’m going to be alone forever!”

“Hey, that’s not- that won’t happen,” Fred replied, his gaze softening as he saw a tear fall down your cheek. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest and stroking your back comfortingly.

“He loves you, I know it. And he knows it too. He just doesn’t know that he knows it.”

***

Ever since your realisation in the early morning, you’d tried your best to act normal around George. It wasn’t easy, and you felt that maybe you were being a little more distant than usual, however you quickly pushed that thought aside as you noticed George being equally - if not more - distant, sitting at the end of the table beside Fred, Kiara on his other side as he whispered things in her ear, making her laugh.

You felt a pang of hurt, one that got worse the longer you stared at them, watching as they kissed, as George stared at her lovingly, as he pushed her long, brown, stupidly perfect hair behind her ear and making her blush.

Sitting on the opposite side of the table, you made yourself look away, instead immersing yourself in the conversation Ron and Harry were having about the Yule Ball.

“This is mad, at this rate we’ll be the only ones in our year without dates!” Ron hissed at Harry as you were all sat in the Great Hall, supposedly studying. You hid a laugh as Snape walked past and pushed his head.

“Well, us and Neville,” he continued with a small laugh. Harry leant over to him, “Yeah but then again, he can take himself.”

“It might interest you to know that Neville has already got someone,” Hermione interrupted their laughing with a frown.

Ron sighed, catching your gaze as you laughed at him - which made him sigh again, “Now I’m really depressed.”

You observed from the other side of the table as Fred threw a piece of parchment over to his younger brother, winking at you when he noticed you watching, as Ron frowned at the words on the page.

Ron handed the parchment back, glancing around to avoid Snape and whispered, “Who are you going with then?”

Fred grabbed the parchment and crumpled it up into a ball, before throwing it at you, the paper bouncing off your shoulder. You looked down at the paper, before meeting Fred’s gaze with a raised eyebrow.

He grinned at you, before miming the Ball, nodding over at you. You rolled your eyes, glancing round for Snape before throwing the parchment back at him, hitting him square in the face and causing half the table to hid their faces as they laughed.

“Well?” He asked, seemingly unfazed by the parchment that was now resting at his feet.

“Yeah, go on then, I suppose,” you whispered, shaking your head at him as he winked at Ron. When all the attention went back to school work, you caught Fred’s gaze again and smiled thankfully.

He saluted playfully, making you laugh, neither one of you noticing George’s frown and clenched fists beside him.

***

You hadn’t seen much of George since Fred had asked you to the Ball, him being too busy spending practically all of his time with Kiara.

It hurt, you had to admit, that he was constantly choosing her over you. Though you assumed it was only natural, what with Kiara being his first proper girlfriend.

Didn’t mean it hurt any less. And the fact you were so used to having George to yourself didn’t help - sometimes turning to ask him something, and then realising he’s not there.

He’d moved seats in class to sit by Kiara, meaning in some classes you were sat with whoever happened to be her previous partner, which therefore meant you were forced to watch as the boy you loved flirted with another girl, his hands constantly on her waist, sneaking kisses when the professor wasn’t looking, and, more often than not, simply not even acknowledging your existence, not even saying a simple ‘hello’.

In other classes you were sat by Fred, who, by all accounts, was actually a pretty good partner, being able to make you laugh and distract you from the show that tore your heart every time you saw it.

In fact, Fred had pretty much mastered exactly how to make you laugh until you cried, his aim in most lessons now, as he hated how sad you were because of his twin.

You were both giggling in the back of the classroom at something he’d said when McGonagall had pointed it out, asking you both to “Please quieten down.”

You bit your lip to muffle your laughing as Fred looked down at you, just happy he could make his friend smile when he knew how much you were hurting.

Much to the dislike of a certain redhead towards the front of the room, who immediately frowned every time he heard your laugh, knowing he wasn’t the one causing it, but his older twin.

His twin who was taking you to the Yule Ball.

George clenched his jaw as he heard you whispering something to Fred, barely being able to focus on anything else.

He knew you and Fred were friends, but since when were you both that close?

***

By the time the Yule Ball arrived, you and George were barely speaking at all. You’d cried about it more times than you’d like to admit, but you had decided that tonight, at the Ball, you would make it a night to remember, not wanting to mope and ruin Fred’s night since he had asked you pretty much as a favour - despite the amount of times he’d insisted he wanted to ask you, you knew he fancied Angelina Johnson, and had things played out differently, you were sure she’d have been the one he’d thrown the parchment at in the hall that day, not you.

Either way, when you’d made your way down the steps to the Great Hall, your dress swirling around you, hair and makeup perfect, Fred made a huge deal of wolf-whistling and complimenting you.

“Well aren’t you bloody gorgeous,” he grinned, taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips to kiss the back of it, “I am one lucky guy.”

“You clean up pretty good too, Weasley,” you grinned, reaching up to straighten out his tie.

George scowled as he watched you with Fred, hating you being in such proximity to his brother, hands clenching and knuckles turning white as he watched Fred kiss the back of your hand. He had to force himself not to run over and shove Fred’s hands away from your waist, as he guided you off to the Hall. He was so distracted by firstly how stunning you looked, and secondly by how forward his brother was being, that he barely even noticed when Kiara had arrived by his side, until she nudged him a little and he forced out a smile.

He complimented the brunette girl, guiding her into the Hall as his hand reached into his pocket, brushing over a box to make sure it was still there.

Fred had been the perfect date all evening. He was a gentlemen - besides the occasional flirty comment - and insisted on staying by your side and dancing, even when you tried to usher him to ask Angelina to dance.

He was just about to give into your insistence with a laugh, when he noticed your expression changed as your attention was taken from him to whatever was going on behind him.

He cursed under his breath as he watched George hold out a small black box to Kiara, who had a huge smile on her face as she took the lid off. She pulled out a necklace, bringing George into a hug immediately, pressing kisses to his face.

Fred stood in front of your view of them, taking your hands in his, “Y/n... I’m sorry. He’s an idiot- he doesn’t know he’s got such a good thing, and wouldn’t know it if you punched him in the face - which, for the record, I think you should do.”

You wiped a stray tear from your eye, forcing yourself not to cry, “He gave her the necklace.”

“I know. I know, but he-“

“No Fred,” you interrupted gently, “He gave her the necklace. That necklace is one I saw when we were in Hogsmeade, and I said I wanted it. He-He even said he’d buy it for me one day! Not that I’d let him but- He bought it for her.”

Fred’s gaze softened, his heart breaking at the sight of your sad face, wrapping his arms around you and swaying a little to the music absent-mindedly.

“I’m sorry,” Fred whispered in your ear. You nodded, leaning against his shoulder, “Not your fault your brother is stupid.”

The song that was playing ended, and Fred grabbed your hand, leading you over to the table where the food and drinks were, pouring you a glass and offering it out to you. You took it gratefully, thanking him before taking a sip.

“Didn’t know you two were that close,” a voice came from behind you. A voice you knew well, one you could pick out anywhere. Fred reached out to squeeze your hand reassuringly, as you placed your glass down, nodding at him before turning around.

“Fred and I have always been good friends. I do have friends, other than you, you know. Which is a good job, considering you’ve been so distant with me,” you replied, focusing on keeping your voice level, rather than on the fact that he’d just given your necklace to his girlfriend.

George felt himself get angry as he noticed yours and Fred’s intertwined hands, swallowing harshly and shoving his hands into his trouser pockets.

“You know I’ve been trying to impress Kiara, being in a relationship takes up time. Not that you’d know, but I thought you’d understand. Didn’t think you’d replace me that quickly,” George retaliated in the midst of his anger, only being able to focus on you and Fred, and how close you were.

“Replaced you?” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest, “You barely even say hello to me! So yes, I turned to a friend so I wasn’t alone. You’re the one who replaced me! And you gave her the necklace, George. The necklace you knew I wanted. You gave it to her.”

Not waiting for a response, you shot an apologetic glance towards Fred before rushing out of the Hall, suddenly needing some fresh air.

“Look what you did now!” Fred almost growled, before storming out after you, in an attempt to find you.

George took a shaky breath, cursing as he watched the two most important people to him leave.

“George?” A soft voice spoke from beside him.

“Kiara?”

The brunette girl smiled, pressing her lips together as she looked at the ginger, “I um... I think we should break up.”

George frowned, though he was surprised to find he didn’t feel too badly about what she’d said.

The girl held out a black box and placed it into George’s hands, “This should be hers. It’s more her style than mine, I think you know that too.”

The redhead hesitated, unsure of what to say in this situation, “Look, Kiara, I’m sorry-“

“She likes you,” Kiara interrupted him, grinning despite the situation.

“She doesn’t-“

“She does. And you like her. Now go find her.”

With one last hug, and another muttered apology, he nodded determinedly at her, and ran off in the direction of his brother and, he realised now, the girl he truly loved.

***

“Y/n! Wait up!”

You span round on your heels, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen, “I said I’m fine, Fred! Okay? I’m fine. Absolutely fabulous, in fact.”

Fred stopped in front of you, a shimmer of pity in his brown eyes that made you feel even worse than you already did, “I just want to make sure you’re okay. I-I’m sorry-“

“I know. I know, Freddie,” you replied, your voice quiet as you pressed your lips together, reaching out to grab his hands in yours, “It’s okay. It is, really. I just... I need to be alone.”

“But I- I just... it’s his loss, just so you know!” He pleaded, shaking his head at you, and swore under his breath at the sight of one of his closest friends in tears over his brother, “Merlin, he shouldn’t have given that to her- I shouldn’t have said anything-“

“It’s okay, I promise. It was always bound to happen right? I was always destined to fall for him, whilst he fell for her. Even if you hadn’t said anything, I would’ve realised. I’m- I’m so stupid, aren’t I? Falling for my best friend,” you let out a broken sob.

“You’re not stupid.”

Your breath hitched in your throat and you swallowed back another sob as you turned around slowly, your eyes catching George’s gaze.

He stood, hair messy as if he’d raked his hands through it a few too many times, tie askew and shirt almost untucked in his haste to run and find you. He felt his heart clench, knowing he was the one to make you feel like this, and stepped forward reaching a hand out towards you as you blinked back tears, allowing him to bring you into his arms as you finally let the tears fall.

You knew you shouldn’t, that you should leave to your dorm, but being in George’s arms had always made you feel safe, made you feel protected.

More tears fell as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, muttering over and over again how sorry he was. How he was a fool, a git, a complete idiot.

You finally calmed down a little, looking around the empty hallway, not being sure exactly when Fred had disappeared but thankful for the privacy.

You wiped away the last of your tears, cursing mentally as you realise your makeup would be a mess - if the state of George’s shirt was anything to go by.

“Kiara told me you like- I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” he breathed out, a hand cupping your cheek as you blinked up at him.

“Yeah well, you’re stupid. I always knew you were stupid,” you replied with a sad laugh.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked with a frown, his hands moving to hold your waist.

“You never asked. And then you-you got a girlfriend. What was I supposed to do?” You asked quietly.

“I’m in love with you,” George said suddenly, earnestly, genuinely as he held you against him.

“Not Kiara?”

He shook his head quickly, “She knew I liked you before I knew I liked you. Maybe I am stupid.”

“Maybe you are,” you let out a watery laugh, looking away from his gaze.

George suddenly reached into his pocket and brought out a familiar box, “This is yours. I don’t know what I was thinking, giving it to her. It’s yours - it’s always been yours.”

He opened the box, taking out the necklace you loved so much, and offering you a sheepish smile, “It’s not a good enough apology, I know. But I’m hoping it’s a start.”

He gently turned you around, placing the necklace around your neck, you shivering at the feel of his fingers brushing against your skin, before turning you back around to face him, this time much closer than before, his forehead resting against yours.

“So, and correct me if I’m wrong,” he spoke as he leant forward a little more, his lips almost touching yours, “Does this mean that I like you and you like me and we both don’t think of each other as friends?”

You nodded a little, offering him a soft smile, “I don’t want to be friends, George,” you whispered just as his lips brushed your own, “I wanna be yours.”

[readerstories]

Tie Reveal - Aaron Hotchner x male!reader

What is it with me and turning short and sweet ideas into long one shots? Yeah so anyway, enjoy (AO3)

Warnings/tags: relationship rreveal, fluff and humor, light angst

Wordcount: 2837

Summary: You come into work wearing the wrong tie

You hate rushing in the morning, preferring to start your day in a calm and relaxed manner. That’s not on the table for today however, as you and Aaron both rush to get dressed.

“You’re going to be late.” You say as you button your shirt, glad you had had the forethought to grab on from your to go bag, as not wake any suspicion or teasing from the team. Aaron glances at the clock as he puts his shoes on.

“It’s still before the time you usually get in.”

“Yeah, but not for you.” You pick up your ties from the floor, giving Aaron’s to him. You’re quick to put yours on, Aaron mirroring you.

“I’ll just say that I got a flat tire.” You nod, stealing a quick kiss from him as you grab your jacket on the way out.

“Okay, see you at work!” You’re out the door before he can respond, making your way quickly down, not even bothering with the elevator in your haste to get to your car.

—-

You make it to work on time, only a few minutes later than usual, but that can be blamed on the fresh coffee in your hand from the coffee shop down the street.

As the elevator plings to announce your arrival on the right floor, you’re met by Garcia, Reid, and Morgan standing right outside, groaning as they spot you.

“Well, good morning to you guys too.” You say with a confused look at them all as you step out.

“It’s not you, we’re just just waiting for Hotch.” Garcia explains and you raise a brow, faking confusion.

“Hotch? Isn’t he here already?”

“No, so I got worried, so I checked his phone and it was pinging on the road just outside his apartment building, which is weird cause he’s normally the first one here-”

“Are you even supposed or allowed to do that outside of a case or emergency?” Garcia hesitates, and you huff and shake your head at them.

“Well, I’m going to go and start work, like you all should.” You leave the team as they go back to watching the elevator doors, quickly shooting off a text to Hotch to let him know that the flat tire excuse won’t work.

A few minutes later you hear a happy Garcia shout Hotch’s name and seconds later he comes in through the glass doors, followed by Garcia, Reid, and Morgan.

“Guys, I’m fine, I just slept trough my alarm this morning.”

“But you never do that.” Garcia responds, hot on his heels.

“So what’s her name?” Morgan quips, Hotch stops in his tracks to give him a withering glare before resuming his path to his office.

“Ohhh, lover boy!” Morgan teases at Hotch’s back.

“Remember we got a briefing in ten minutes sir!” Garcia yells after him before the door to his office is closed behind him. You hide your smile behind your coffee, trying not to bring much attention to yourself. Garcia leaves to prepare a few last things for the briefing, but Reid and Morgan linger next to your desk, still standing.

“Do you really think that’s what made him late?” Reid asks.

“Come on, that man never misses anything and sleeps light, and Jack is away for a week, so what else could it be?” Morgan glances at you. “What do you think?” You take a sip of your coffee, pretending to think.

“Maybe, or maybe he is telling the truth. The man is only human, and with the amount of hours he spends in the office he might actually just have slept trough his alarm.” Morgan nods, but doesn’t seem convinced.

You all make your way into the meeting room. You sit down in the chair next to a standing Garcia as you often do, Reid, Morgan, JJ, and Rossi joining you around the table, Hotch striding in as usual a few minutes later.

“Garcia, please begin.” He stays on his feet, ready to go as soon as he can.

“Look to the screen my mighty crime fighters, because today you’re goi-”

“You’ve switched ties.” Reid cuts Garcia off mid-sentence, making everyone look at Reid, wondering what in the world he is talking about. He points at you.

“You and Hotch, you’ve switched.” Both of you look down, then at each other as the team looks between the two of you. Shit, he’s right.

“When you came in I saw your tie was the same as Hotch wore yesterday, a grey tie with a Gucci pattern. I just thought you had bought the same one, since you both have a similar taste in ties, but Hotch got the same as you wore yesterday, a grey tie with stripes, which still has the small coffee stain from when you spilled some yesterday.” Hotch frowns as lifts up the tie to inspect it, and yes, there’s indeed a small, barely noticeable speck of coffee about halfway up the tie he is wearing. No one says anything for a few seconds, you yourself have turned into a statue, neutral expression on your face. Hotch is much the same, everyone else looking between you two. Garcia is the first one to break the silence, squealing with glee.

“Omg, omg, guys!” She yells as she hugs you from behind, the angle a little awkward with how she leaning over your sitting form. You’re not stone anymore, but you don’t return the hug before she lets you go. Morgan and JJ are both grinning, Rossi is looking at Hotch with smile, Reid is trying not to do the same at you while you glare daggers at him. Hotch sighs.

“Garcia...” His tone is chastising, reminding everyone that there is something else to focus on, which seems to snap her back to work mode. Sort of.

“Right, right, case, lets just brush past that revelation about two of my best friends, so, uhhh, where were we? Or right! Today you’re going to-” She begins to explain the case, both you and Hotch get a few more glances before everyone turns their focus on the case.

----

On the jet you think you’re in the clear, until Rossie settles in the seat next to you. Which is odd, because you’re the only two on the jet so far, and he usually doesn’t sit next to you.

“So you and Hotch huh?” You pretend to read over the case files in front of you, and Rossi chuckles.

“You know, none of us expected a thing. Well done on hiding it from a group of profilers I must say.”

“Rossi, there’s nothing-”

“There’s nothing?” He’s grinning, clearly teasing as he looks down to your tie and taps it with a finger. “Something tells me otherwise.” You sigh, but are saved from answering by the rest of the team joining you on the jet. Everybody buckles down for take off, and not long after you’re in the air, and then all the attention is on the case.

For a little while at least.

You can tell they want to talk about it, but the case keeps everyone occupied, so there’s nothing else before JJ comes back from the hotel with the room cards. Everyone is spread around doing different tasks, so she finds you alone in the conference room the team had been given. You’re reading trough the victims files for some more specifics on victimology when she places a keycard on the table in front of you. You look up, startled as you hadn’t even noticed her entering the room.

“You’ve seen Hotch?” She asks and you furrow a brow.

“I think he’s talking to the police chief in his office, why?”

“His key card, but you can just give it to him when you see him, since you’re sharing a room.”

“I thought we were past the budget cuts-”

“Oh we are, but Garcia made some changes to the booking after this mornings briefing sooo....” JJ grins and you sigh, rubbing your forehead. There’s silence and no movement for a few seconds, then there’s a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you know we will always support you guys right?” You sigh heavily, resting your own hand on top of JJ’s, looking up at her.

“I know, it’s just... It wasn’t revealed in the best way.” She grimaces.

“Yeah.” She looks uncertain how to respond, but seems to go for light, which you are grateful for. “But I’m surprised none of us caught on until then, it has been going on for at least a couple of months right?” You try to hide your grin as you pretend to go back to reading the files.

“Well, I’m not a ‘kiss and tell’ kinda guy, but it’s a bit more than a couple months.” JJ laughs and pats your shoulder before leaving the room.

You find Hotch not long after, and when you tell him the whole situation around the shared room, he sighs too, but mostly in a ‘oh what can you do’ kind of way, seemingly mostly resigned to everyone knowing now.

Even with sharing the same room and not needing to hide anything from the team, you go back to the hotel without him. The man is a workaholic, and you want a shower and some sleep, but he promises to join you soon. Instead you end up sharing a car with Reid and Morgan, neither of which say anything in the car, but while you’re waiting for the elevator, all bets seems to be off.

“So, you and the bossman huh?” Morgan teases with a grin as you do your best to ignore him, watching the numbers on the display tick down. The elevator door opens and you quickly step inside, hoping to leave them both behind. But alas, no such luck, as they step inside and Reid presses the button to the floor above yours.

“You know, work place relationships aren’t actually that uncommon. Did you know-” Here you tune him out, once again watching the numbers off the elevator. Normally you like when Reid goes on a tangent, but now, not so much.

“Reid, I will strangle you with my tie to shut you up if I have to.”

“Don’t you mean Hotch’s tie?” The grin on his face is shit-eating, which is rare from Spencer, and Morgan laughs loudly. The combination of it makes you curse under your breath as the doors finally open to your floor. You don’t bother saying goodbye, just going straight down the hall towards the door with your room number on it. Sliding the keycard in, it opens with a click. You drop your bag on the floor as soon as the door shuts behind you, and you switch on the lights.

You can’t help it.

You laugh as you take in the big room in front of you.

Or rather, the suite.

The honeymoon suite by the looks of it. Red and white decor, candles, big bed, nicely decorated with towels shaped like a heart, and some champagne in an ice-bucket on the desk in the room. There’s a small white card right next to the champagne, which you quickly read. ‘Have fun ;) -G’. You snort at it, that woman is a menace. (But also very nice, but you do shoot her text to warn her that she should sleep with one eye open. The only response you get is a winking emoji).

A surprisingly short time later you hear the door to the suite unlock, alerting you to Aaron’s arrival where you just stepped out of the shower. He calls your name in a questioning tone, you’re quick to respond as you wrap a towel around your mostly dry form.

“In here, one sec.” You step out of the bathroom, Aaron’s attention going straight to you before pointedly looking around the room. You lean on the door frame of the bathroom.

“Garcia.” You offer as an explanation.

“Ah.” He accepts, looking around once more. “This is going to be a fun expense report.” You snort at that, pushing yourself of the door frame and walking over to him. Putting your arms around his neck, you pull him close for a kiss.

“Certainly, but let us enjoy it for now, I’m sure Garcia has an explanation locked and ready for the report when we need it.” Aaron tries not to smile at that, but is halfway to failing when you catch his lips in a kiss.

----

The next time your relationship is brought up is on the jet back when the case ends well a few days later. Everyone have found their way to pass the time as usual. Reid and Rossi are playing chess in the one of two seaters, Morgan is half asleep, JJ is typing away on her phone next to him, across from them in the aisle seat is Hotch who has started on more paper work already, and you’re laying down on the couch across from them reading a book.

Everybody is in their own little bubble, that’s until Rossi is standing in the aisle and clearing his throat. Everyone looks at him, even Derek who JJ jostles awake with an elbow. Rossi got a bottle of expensive looking whiskey in one hand, several glasses in the other.

“I believe a little celebration is in order.” He starts handing out glasses, you sit up and close your book as you accept yours, just as Garcia pops up on the screen over the couch.

“What for?” You ask, genuinely curious, giving Garcia a look trough the screen, a very grinning and happy looking Garcia.

“Well, the case went well, we saved several people, and ah yes, your not so secret relationship anymore.”

“Rossi-” You and Hotch try to say something at the same time, but Rossi doesn’t let either of you speak another word.

“Oh no no no, neither of you get to Rossi me. Just shut up and listen okay?” He pours a hefty helping of whiskey in everyone’s glass as he speaks, even Garcia got a glass back home somehow, no doubt filled with something similar.

“We just want you both to know that we are very happy for you, both of you. And though the way us knowing came about wasn’t ideal, we will always support and be there for you.” You and Hotch look around at your team, noting the happy faces watching you before making brief eye contact.

“I want you all to know that nothing in this team changes with this, we’re still going to work together and remain professional while on the clock. There will be no preferential treatment here.”

“What he said.” You incline your head towards Hotch as you look around the jet once more.

“Aaron, we know that. Like I said, we just want you both to be happy.” Rossi says, soft smile on his face. You raise your glass, trying to pretend that the slight sting you can feel in your eyes is just tiredness.

“Cheers to that.” Everyone joins in, clinking their glasses together in loud celebration and happy voices, Garcia cheering with her glass against the camera lens back home. Everyone takes a sip of the whiskey, several mentioning the smooth burn of it.

“So, how long have you two love birds been together?” Morgan eyes flicker between you and Aaron.

“See, that right there Morgan is the million dollar question.” Rossi points between you both. “Come on, out with it.” You grin, trying and failing to hide your grin behind taking another sip of the whiskey, Aaron doing the same.

“Do you want to tell them or should I?” You ask, getting up to lean on the chair Aaron is sitting in. He looks up at you, taking your hand and placing it on his shoulder.

“I think you should.”

“Okay.” You say with a shrug, looking at all of the team before settling your gaze on Spencer. “Remember the strangulation serial killer we caught in LA earlier this year?”

“We caught him and finished that case 6 months, 11 days, and 9 hours ago.” Spencer helpfully supplies.

Then it dawns on them all what that means.

Yells of surprise from everyone, and this time neither you or Aaron try to hide your matching grins. Rossi is laughing loudly while slapping his knee, Reid seems to have lost his composure, mumbling that he should have seen something sooner, Garcia is speechless for perhaps the first time since you have known her, Morgan looks frozen in shock, and JJ is trying to hide her laughter behind her hand.

“6 months? How even?!” Morgan exclaims. You shrug, your grin shit-eating by now.

“What can I say, we’re good profilers and now how to hide our tells.” You glance at Aaron and squeezes his shoulder, who in return brings your hand to his lips for a brief kiss on your knuckles. Garcia squeals from her screen, gushing over how cute the two of you are as you smile and laugh in response.