#and when we saw each other with out New Hair we just both blurted slightly butchered ‘hair!! cool!!’ sentences at each other for a sec

[number-1-crush]

oh my fucking god. OH my fucking god

[caitliinclarkswife22]

All Your’n

Caitlin Clark x reader

Your summer vacation Junior year of high school your families went on vacation to Disney.

The second day there you and Caitlin decided to venture out on your own, you had been walking around for a while.

“Caity I’m so tired!!” I whined

“Ok let’s do this ride, so you can sit for a bit”

I smiled to myself and thought she’s always caring when it comes to me.

It was the Haunted Mansion ride… “ummmmm Caity I don’t want to get scared”

“It will be fine! Come on” she urged me

“Finnnnnne,” I say even tho I’m hesitant.

Five minutes in and I was so scared I had to grab onto something. You interlocked your and Caitlin’s arms and hands so quick she wasn’t able to register what had just happened. But she didn’t care, she had always wanted to be more than friends with you so any touch was welcome intentional or not.

After the ride you both kept your hands together, it was just comfortable you both felt like that’s where your hands belonged.

When you got back to your hotel and had both showered, Caitlin was sitting at the top of the bed talking about your guy's year and all the school drama while I was at the foot of the bed painting my toes. I couldn’t help but notice how good Caitlin looked, her long brown hair still wet from the shower, her tank top showing off her arms in the most amazing way.

Caitlin could tell she lost you a while ago

“Something I said?”

“Hah no… I’m just tired from all the walking today”

Her eyes bared so deep at you she could probably see your soul, I nervously cleared my throat.

“You sure? Looked like you were thinking about something serious?”

Caitlin asked cuz she always knew you better than yourself

“I um… “ I stuttered, now completely aware of how dry my throat was. Caitlin scooted closer to me causing her to realize the power she has over me, causing me to sigh realizing how much I’m craving her in a way I never had before.

“I’ve never done this before but iii …” Caitlin’s brows furrowed

“I’ve um been wanting to tell you I i i “

My hands are shaking I haven’t told someone I love them let alone my best friend

Caitlin’s gaze softens giving me a boost of courage “CAITLIN IM IN LOVE WITH YOU”

I blurt out, I can’t read her face I nervously suck in a breath. A million things are running through my mind, I feel Caitlin’s hands grab mine she lifts them to her lips and places the softest kiss on my knuckles “Y/n baby” she sighs softly “ I’ve been in love with you since elementary school, I thought that you just saw me as a friend and I was ok with that as long as you could be around me.”

“But you love me?” She questions

My heart stops at her confession, really that long? We could’ve been together all this time? I’m in awe!

“ Oh my god yes Caitlin!” I exclaimed, “ I really do love you!”

A slight smile appears on her face “Really?” She questions I guess she’s new to this too, I chuckle slightly and she smirks “ Can I kiss you ?” Her eyes almost pleading “ Oh my god YES!!!”

She places the softest, sweetest kiss on my lips. I’m hungrier so I grab her face with both my hands deepening the kiss as her hands find my hair.

We stay like that for a bit but then eventually break apart to catch our breath.

Suddenly it hit me, that was just a confession, that didn’t mean anything.

What if she doesn’t want us to be together? What if that was all it was? Just a Kiss.

Caitlin can sense my anxiety, her hands cup my cheeks pulling my gaze toward hers

“Y/n it will be fine, we are gonna figure it all out together” She pulls me in for another kiss, this one is light and gentle I can feel all her love through it.

After the kiss she rests her forehead against mine we are just breathing each other in

“You really mean it Caity?”

I question her confession

“Hah… your funny” she’s laughs

“Come on Caity I’m being serious!!”

I pull away from her crossing my arms and huffing

“You’re too cute” she laughs

I frown harder now she can tell I’m upset.

“Oh baby girl” she sighs

Grabbing my hands “ I’m so in love with you it’s not even fair, my heart aches whenever I’m away from you. But yet I can’t breathe when you’re near me. My heart skips a beat when you walk Into the room. To say I need you is an understatement. Please be my girlfriend? Please don’t ever leave my side! I need you more than air! “

She starts getting choked up, tears start brimming at her eyes. I gently wipe her tears away from her eyes and pull her towards me resting her forehead against mine as I gently kiss her nose

“Oh Caity girl” I sigh “I have always wanted to be yours!” She starts grinning ear to ear as I peck her nose again.

“I’m yours Caity girl!”

“I am yours, sweet girl!”

I sigh over and over in between kissing her mouth and nose.

And from that moment on I was hers.

(Authors note

Thank you everyone for reading this. Please know this is my first fanfic so please go easy on me. I’m not sure if all continue to make fics this was just something that came to me and I ran with it. If something else comes to me then I’ll make another one. That being said if you have any asks I’ll see if I can make something with it. 😁

Love ya!)

[prettygirl-gabi]

By A thread

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Rating:General Audiences

Warning: Fluff, angst, happy ending

Category:F/M

Fandom:Seventeen (SVT)  (boyband)

Relationships: !idol Vernon x !non-idol f reader

Summary: When you and Vernon have a falling out...will the thread you're hanging on snap or was it only getting stronger

Trope : Invisible String Theory

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Hiiiii everyone who is reading! Welcome to the twelfth installment of my new mini series called "Oi! Not this again!" They do not have to be read together or in order! I hope you all enjoy!

The moment I learned about the invisible string theory, I couldn't shake the idea that Vernon and I were connected by one. Not in the whimsical, serendipitous way people describe in romantic movies or storybooks, but in the messy, painful way life tends to unfold. Maybe that’s just how my mind works — always lingering on the edges of things, never fully believing in fairy tales. But still, I couldn’t let it go.

The red thread is supposed to be unbreakable, they say, no matter how much it tangles or stretches across time and space. Yet, as I sit here, staring at the text from Vernon that hasn’t received a response in weeks, I wonder if ours had snapped when I wasn’t paying attention.

*“We need to talk,”* he had said the last time we saw each other, his voice barely a whisper. It was one of those moments where you already know what’s coming but pretend you don’t. I had nodded, and we sat in silence.

Looking at my phone, the message stares back at me, a reminder that some things are left unfinished. I hadn’t meant for this to happen — this distance between us. It felt like it snuck up, inch by inch, until one day we were too far apart to meet in the middle.

*“Hey, are you still coming to the party tonight?”*

I blink back to the present, tapping out a quick response to my friend before tossing my phone onto the bed. I’m not sure why I’m going. Maybe part of me hopes Vernon will be there, though the thought makes my chest tighten. We haven’t spoken since that day. I don’t even know if he’ll want to see me.

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The party is loud, buzzing with the kind of chaotic energy that both excites and exhausts me at once. People swarm around me, their laughter and chatter blending into a noise I can’t focus on. I’m too busy scanning the room, pretending like I’m not hoping to see him. It’s not until my third lap around the house that I finally spot him in the corner, surrounded by a few of his friends.

Vernon looks the same as always — tall, with that easy posture that makes him look like he belongs anywhere. His hair is a bit messier than usual, his jacket hanging loosely off his shoulders. But it’s his eyes that get me, the same way they always do. They glance up, meet mine for half a second, and I swear I feel something pull inside of me. That invisible string, tightening and pulling me closer.

I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or the unresolved tension, but before I can stop myself, I start walking toward him. He notices me, of course, because that’s just how it is with us. Our eyes always seem to find each other. The crowd parts slightly as I make my way over, and suddenly, we’re face-to-face.

“Hey,” I manage, my voice barely audible above the noise.

“Hey,” he replies, his tone unreadable.

The air between us feels charged, thick with all the things we haven’t said. I can’t help but wonder if he’s been thinking about me the way I’ve been thinking about him. About how we drifted apart, about all the little moments that built up to this silence.

“Can we talk?” I blurt out, and his expression falters for a second before he nods.

We weave through the crowd until we find a quieter spot outside. The cool night air hits me, calming the nerves that have been building up inside. Vernon stands a few feet away from me, his hands shoved into his pockets, looking like he’s trying to figure out what to say. I beat him to it.

“I’m sorry,” I begin, my voice shaky. “For everything. I didn’t mean to just disappear like that.”

His eyes soften, but there’s still a distance in them. “You didn’t disappear. I did. Or maybe we both did. I don’t know.”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I thought we were good, you know? And then… we weren’t. And I didn’t know how to fix it.”

His words hang in the air, and I feel that invisible string between us tugging again. The tension in his voice mirrors the one inside me, a mess of confusion, hurt, and regret that’s been building for months.

“I thought the same thing,” I admit, stepping closer to him. “But maybe we both were waiting for the other to fix it. And we didn’t realize it was falling apart until it was too late.”

Vernon looks down at his feet, and for a moment, I’m terrified he’ll agree — that maybe it *is* too late. But when he looks back up, there’s something different in his eyes. Not the same frustration or disappointment I’d seen before. There’s hope there, and it makes my heart ache.

“Do you think we could fix it now?” he asks softly, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

I swallow the lump in my throat. “I don’t know. But I want to try. I miss you, Vernon. More than you probably realize.”

His lips tug into a small, sad smile, and he takes a step closer to me. The space between us feels smaller now, but not suffocating — comforting, like we’re figuring this out together.

“I miss you, too,” he admits, and it feels like the words are being pulled from deep inside him, ones he’s been holding back for too long. “I don’t want to keep messing this up.”

I nod, feeling the same way. We stand there for a moment, neither of us speaking, just letting the quiet fill the gaps. I can feel the weight of all the unspoken things between us, but for the first time, it doesn’t feel unbearable.

“You know the invisible string thing?” I say suddenly, my words tumbling out before I can stop them.

Vernon raises an eyebrow, looking at me like I’ve lost it. “Uh, what?”

I laugh softly, shaking my head. “It’s this theory — that people who are meant to be connected are tied together by an invisible red string. No matter how far apart they are, or how tangled things get, they’re still connected. Like… fate, or something.”

Vernon is quiet for a second, his expression thoughtful. “So, you think we’re connected by some invisible string?”

I shrug, feeling a bit embarrassed now that I’ve said it out loud. “I don’t know. It sounds kind of ridiculous, but… yeah. I do.”

He smiles, this time a real one, and I feel warmth spread through my chest. “I don’t think it’s ridiculous. I mean, we’ve made it this far, right?”

I meet his gaze, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I feel that connection between us again. Stronger, somehow.

“Yeah,” I whisper. “We did.”

Vernon reaches out, his fingers brushing against mine, and I take his hand, feeling the warmth of his palm against my own. We stand there, hand in hand, the world around us fading into the background.

Maybe the invisible string between us never snapped after all. Maybe it just got a little tangled along the way. But standing here, with Vernon by my side, I know one thing for sure — we’re still connected.

And this time, we’re not letting go.

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            ‐Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-Gabi✨️🎀

[gaysullengirl]

𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞. 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, black cat

❝  fucked up, anxious ❞ -imperfect for you, ariana grande

Since Spencer took the subway to work everyday Isabelle gave him a ride to the bar.

According to Spencer it was the bar the team went to almost every time.

It was perfect- they had music but it wasn’t too loud, it was never super busy, and the lighting wasn’t too harsh nor too dreary.

“It’s a busy night, I guess.” Spencer commented when they walked in, there wasn’t an ambulance of people but it was definitely busy.

Emily waved the two over to a booth, on one side sat Morgan, Emily and Garcia and the other sat Isabelle, Spencer, and Jj.

Morgan handed the new addition to the team a beer and she gladly accepted while spencer denied with a disgusted look on his face.

“So Isabelle, where are you from?” Emily asked, the team hadn’t really got a chance to know Isabelle, they worked a case right after one and their minds were pre occupied by wondering how Spencer was doing.

“Oh I’m from Warrenton, it’s a small farming town just an hour away from here.” Isabelle responded.

“It’s nice that your parents are kinda close! My parents live four and a half hours away.” Jj said.

“Yeah.” Isabelle said in a flat tone, “Do you visit your parents a lot?” Asked Derek.

“No- well they don’t live there anymore.” Isabelle responded and slightly sunk into the booth.

Thankfully Spencer re directed the conversation and the group talked for a while- after an hour Jj had to return home.

Emily was currently using the restroom while Derek dragged Spencer to get drinks with him.

“I know your mom is missing too!” Garcia blurted.

Isabelle felt her heart drop, she stared into Penelope’s eyes.

“Um I-I when I was looking into your sister’s disappearance I noticed your mom is also missing too- not officially but she kinda just dropped of the face of the earth.”

“She left us.” Isabelle choked out.

“She never emptied her bank account or anything she-.”

“No offense but you weren’t there and I was, she left and probably went back to Mexico or something.”

“Probably?-“

“Here are your drinks, ladies.” Morgan announced while handing Garcia a strawberry daiquiri and Isabelle an espresso martini.

“One second, I’ll be right back” Isabelle announced just as Emily returned to her seat.

“She’s got you in a choke hold, huh?” Morgan laughed.

“What?” Spencer inquired, his voice going up an octave.

“A few days ago you were at each other’s throats, and now you’re fine so I suspect Spencer’s in love.” He said the last part in a sing songy voice.

“No, we just made up.”

“You kissed and made up?” Derek smirked.

“No we just made up.” Spencer defended and saw Emily smile, “Come one Emily! you can’t seriously believe Derek.”

“I don’t know.” She laughed.

“What we aren’t having relations whatsoever!” He protested.

“Holy shit your face is so red.” Morgan laughed.

“Awww! Baby Spence is blushing.” Garcia laughed and gently pinched his cheek.

Spencer swiped her hand away and covered his cheek.

Isabelle walked to the table, “Hey guys, I’m gonna get going.”

“Do you want me to drive you home? you had two and a half drinks.”

“Thanks but I’m fine.”

Spencer opened his mouth to object, “and for my weight 4 drinks per hour is the number of drinks need to reach an .08% BAC.” Isabelle argued but still saw worry in Spencer’s eyes.

“If you really want you can watch me walk in a straight line.” Isabelle joked.

“Okay.” Spencer said and sat back waiting for Isabelle to walk.

“I was joking, Spence.” She smiled, “I’m perfectly coherent, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She smiled and ruffled his hair.

Spencer was preoccupied watching Isabelle leave the bar to notice his co workers snickering.

He turned toward them and Morgan spoke, “Spencer you are whipped!”

“No I’m not!”

“Spencer do you even know what that means?” Emily asked and Spencer shook his head.

“Should we tell him?” Emily asked Morgan and Garcia, they both shook their heads.

“I don’t know what you guys mean but once I find out I will disapprove that accusation.”

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Isabelle did everything in her power to avoid Penelope the next day, she had almost made it, she was walking to the elevator when Penelope stopped her.

“I know you don’t want to talk about it and that’s fine! and I won’t tell anyone- I mean last time I said that I ended up telling Spencer about your sister- but that’s because I didn’t know you and I was hoping Spencer could talk with you.”

“Anyway I pinky swear this time I won’t tell anyone!” She let out a heavy breath.

“and if you ever need to talk to someone I’m here.”She smiled, “oh! and here’s a figurine for your desk!” Garcia exclaimed.

She handed Isabelle a small black cat figurine that adorned a dark red collar.

“You remind me of a black cat because you’re quiet and reserved and I noticed you wear a lot of red.”

“Did you buy this for me?”

“No, I have a bunch of different cats and dogs with different collars, that one used to have a light blue collar but I painted it red for you.”

“You painted it just for me?” Isabelle asked in disbelief, it was such a simple gesture that meant so much to Isabelle.

She engulfed Penelope in a hug, which surprised both of them, it seemed like Isabelle’s body hugged her before she could even think.

Isabelle awkwardly pulled away.

Penelope couldn’t resist smiling “You know one day I’ll give you an orange cat figure instead.”

Isabelle raised her eyebrows, “Black cats are perceived as more standoffish but orange cats are perceived as more friendly and open, one day you’ll act like that around us.”

“You’re slowly starting to become part of the family.”

authors note!

posting this at panera lol

[thatgirlstrawberry]

The almost Kiss - BLURB

I’m which you and Spencer almost kiss

Warnings: fluff, an almost kiss, getting Interrupted, reader likes swimming, lmk if I missed anything!

Spence Reid x fem!reader

Spencer had always known that he liked you. The moment he met you, he saw something that he hadn’t seen in anyone else. Ever. His attraction only grew when you and him got closer. Soft touches after hard cases or hard life events. He hadn’t realized how touched starved he actually was until you came around.

One day, Rossi was breaking in the new pool he had put in his backyard with a pool party. You showed up in a purple bathing not even knowing that it was Spencer’s favorite color. He didn’t come prepared to get in the pool because he wasn’t big on swimming. He still wanted to go though because that would mean he would get to see you. Morgan was grilling hotdogs and burgers while you and García floated around on animals inflatables sipping margaritas.

It was a sight to see. You looked absolutely beautiful in the sun, sunglasses perched on your nose. Emily and JJ were talking by the edge and the kids of everyone played on the more shallow end of the pool.

Soon, food was done and Rossi whistled. “Okay, I just got this outdoor furniture…” He looked around at the white cushions. “Let’s eat inside, shall we?” Everyone laughed and walked inside but you were still swimming back and forth on the water that now glowed purple with the lights underneath.

Spencer pretended that he was looking for something he might have dropped around the lawn chair he had been sitting in. You broke the surface of the water and called out to him. You swam over to the edge of the pool, pulling yourself up so your arms rested on the concrete. “Do you know how to swim, Spencer?”

He chuckled nervously. “Uh— yeah… it’s just that I’m probably not as good as you. Y-you’re like a fish.” He smiled. You giggled and had an idea pop into your head.

“Why don’t you get in? The water feels nice.” He shook his head nervously. “Oh… well then, help me out?” You held up you wet hand and looked up at him through your lashes. As soon as his hand was anchored in yours, you pulled with all your might and he came tumbling in. When he came back up he was surprised but them smiled and tried to grab ahold of you who was laughing loudly.

After you both calmed down, Spencer chuckled. “The other reason I didn’t want to get in was that I look like a wet rat when I swim.”

You inched closer to him. “I think you’re a very cute wet rat.” Your voice was soft, the only noise to be heard after were the crickets in the night.

“You’re really pretty.” He suddenly blurted, cheeks turning a bright shade of red thy even you could see in the dark. Your bodies felt like magnets.

You both stalked forward slowly, your arms slowly wrapping around his neck, resting on his shoulders. He placed his hand on your cheek, lips becoming impossibly close. He looked up from your lips and met your eyes. You could swear that your lips touched slightly but you pulled back just a little. Spencer leaned in again so so slowly, creating a pit of desperation in your stomach.

Before you lips could touch, a voice broke the two of you away from each other. You unwrapped yourself from him and he clears his throat, pushing his hair out of his face.

Morgan glanced between them. “What’s going on?” He asked.

You spoke quick. “I was drowning. I’m not drowning anymore.”

You and Spencer smiled at each other before getting out of the pool, walking past a very confused Morgan

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holding you is like the new past

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chapter ten

mikasa was doing better. she latched on to her plan like a lifeboat. as long as i couldn’t answer her question, she had hope to cling on to. i tried to convince her to just talk to eren but everytime she said she would after she knew he wasn’t dating anyone. i thought how stupid of a plan it was, but i was glad it was pulling mikasa through. I didn’t want to see her like that again.

but everytime my phone was in my hand to text or call him i froze up. i hadn’t spoken to armin in two days. all of my feelings for him had come crashing around me like a whirlwind. i didn’t know how to react to any of this. my mind kept wandering to how bad this could be. if he didn’t mean it and i had to keep working with him, i didn’t know what i would do.

i knew i would have to see him today. knew that the weekend was over and i would have to face him. part of me was giddy with excitement to hear him speak, see his smile, but i couldn’t shake the feeling that friday night was a fluke. he couldn’t have felt the same way i do, but unlike mikasa i was going to try to talk to him. i wanted to hear him out even if it broke me.

i kept this argument going with myself until i got to class. i looked around the room trying to spot armin but he wasn’t there yet. i walked over to my seat, putting my stuff down. i kept my eyes pealed on the door waiting for armin to walk in.

when he finally got to class almost everyone was here. he didn’t look neat and put together like he usually does. he looked worn out and tired; it almost looked like he just rolled out of bed.

when he sat down i tried to catch his eye, but he wouldn’t look at me. i stared at him for a good minute before i realized he wouldn’t look my way. my heart sunk. he had to be embarrassed, i mean we were both drunk, and i was practically all over him. i looked away, my cheeks burning red.

i sat through class not being able to think about anything other than blonde hair and blue eyes. my mind couldn’t stop replaying every moment between us from the last few weeks. when class was over, armin quickly got up to leave, but i stopped him.

“armin?” i almost whispered, holding onto his wrist. he didn’t turn towards me.

“we have to talk,” i said desperately, stumbling over my words.

i saw armin’s entire body tense up. i waited for him to say anything. when he turned around he had a stricken look on his face. my heart fell.

armin looked at me for a long moment before sighing.

“come with me, we can’t talk here.”

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i followed him in silence, him walking slightly ahead holding my hand. i could see that the tips of his ears had turned a bright pink. the entire walk i had to remind myself how to breathe. the anticipation killing me.

i followed armin to the campus park and sat down next to him on the grass. he sat with his legs crossed out in front of him and his hands in his lap. i looked over at him awaiting his response.

“i guess what i’m trying to say is sorry for the other night,” armin practically mumbled.

i could tell he was embarrassed and it made my heart jump.

“you shouldn’t say you're sorry, we were both drunk, and i ran out,” i paused, “it didn’t have to mean anything or be a big deal,” i looked up at his face aching to kiss him.

armin’s face went slack. “yeah, sure.”

my ears rang.

“oh.”

armin turned to face me, puzzled.

i needed to be brave. i couldn’t let us go through an awful miscommunication again. the last one caused us to be enemies when we thought of each other as friends. but i didn’t want to be friends with him. i looked down at my hands and then up at armin.

“i would have kissed you,” i blurted out, quickly looking away out of embarrassment for my bluntness.

a small smile started forming on the corners of armin’s mouth. he looked over at me grabbing my face turning me to face him. armin’s face was bright with amusement. we were so close our noses were almost touching. this time i didn’t wait for my lips to meet his. armin let out a soft sigh, his grip on my head shifting to hold me tighter. he ran his fingers down my arm hesitantly as if making sure i was real. our lips met again and again pulling at each other without taking a breath. i smiled through the kiss, causing my teeth to hit his and i let out a laugh before breaking the kiss to look at him.

armin’s eyes were hazy and wide, a deep blush spread across his face. we were both breathing shallow breaths looking at each other in awe. eventually we looked away and just laughed next to each other. my entire body was vibrating. i looked over at armin again, but this time i saw the dark circles under his eyes. i wondered if it was because of me and felt my heart sink.

“don’t take this the wrong way but why do you look so disheveled?” i questioned.

armin’s eyes widened and he blushed from the top of his head.

“no, not from the um,” i cleared my throat, “what just happened.”

“i meant from this morning, it wasn’t because of what happened on friday was it?”

“i mean partly but mainly it was because of eren,” armin shook his head.

“eren?”

“yeah, he wanted to smoke and play video games all weekend, said he needed an escape,” armin shrugged.

i froze, that couldn’t be good it had to be about mikasa.

“did, he say why?” i didn’t want to push but i needed as much information i could get.

“eren doesn’t really talk about his feelings with me, but i know it has something to do with him messing up with some girl,” armin looked at me and then looked away.

“you aren’t just getting close to me to get to eren are you,” armin seemed to completely change his demeanor, shrinking down into himself.

“oh god no,” i scrunched my face up in disgust. “what would make you think that?”

“i just thought you liked him, you know the phone call in my room, i wasn’t meaning to eavesdrop but i heard you say he was there so i thought…” armin trailed off in embarrassed at his unwarranted jealousy.

“no, trust me you have it all wrong, mikasa is the one with the crush on him,” i blurted out before slapping my hands over my mouth, realizing my mistake for the second time.

“i can’t keep my mouth shut,” i exclaimed, “please don’t tell him.”

but armin was looking at me with a grin.

“what?” i questioned, wondering if i had something on my face.

“i may have known more than i let on about eren, eren likes mikasa.” armin looked at me with pure excitement and i knew we had to fix this. so much for mikasa’s plan.

“i have to go talk to mikasa, but when can i see you again.”

armin pulled me in for another kiss. it was softer than our previous. he stayed close to my mouth both of our lips parted, breathing in the same air. he placed a light kiss on the tip of my nose before pulling away.

“i’ll go talk to eren, but would you go on a date with me tonight?” armin looked flustered. we were still so close and his smell had been burned into my nose. he had a soft smile on his face staring at me as if to remember every detail.

a wide grin spread on my face, “absolutely.”

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Peaceful Havok

Alex Summers x Reader

At this hour , the view was even more stunning than usual. The seeable patch of sea ressembled a river of diamonds due to the rays of the sun relecting on its urface. The said rays were plunging the world in an orangey light, bringing a certain peace to the atmosphere ; while a faint breeze pushedthe heat away, offering a well deserved moment of freshhness.

In the sky, colorful clouds were dancing with each other, creating a rainbow full of pink, purple, blue, orange and such. It felt heavenly to stand there , with the view spreading in front of you, for your pleasure.

Your hair were flying at the rythm of the wind and ou let-out a sigh of content.

Looking away from the dreamy landscape, you spotted the hammock, nearby, in the corner of the terrace and the idea sprang into your mind : that’s exactly what you missed to make it perfect.

You strudded happily toward the hammock and slowly lowered yourself down, careful not to make it swing and end up falling on the hard floor . When your safety was assured , you sprawled yourself like a starfish and enjoyed the feeling of being on a vacation. With a subtle movement of your trunk, the hammockpicked on the rythm and swayed from left to right, gently. Now you could admire the colorful sky even better.

The sky had clearly darken when the sound of flip flopped footsteps reached your ear. You slightly turned your head toward its source and saw Alex Casually walking toward you, wearing a basic shirt and shorts, his sunglasses pushed back on top of his head. His mid-neck length sandy hair had gloden reflects ;a wonderful view and a cute boy ; nothing could beat that.

The souynds stopped and Alex was now standing right beside the hammock, looking down at you.

« You look relaxed »

« You have no idea » you sighed

« Do you mind if I join you ? »

Behind your sunglasses, your eyes widen at his demand , that behaviour, coming from him was rather new.

« Ugh…yeah sure »

That was definitely what you wanted . Laying beside Alex on a hammock with a dreamy scenery around the two of you.

He flashed you a big smile and took his shoes off, before coming closer to the hammock.

« Can you move over a little bit, please »

After obeying to his request, he settled next to you carefully , trying to keep the hammock steady.

Now, he was right beside you, both o fyour sides pressed against each other.

You didn’t dare to move, overwhelmed by your feeling at the moment. Alex and you nver got that close before, so that was definitely new. Weither you like dit or not, the situation stressed you.

« Are you comfortable ? »

His voice came from just above your head  and without even lifting your head to meet his eyes , you blurted your answer.

« I’m okay »

« Hum… Are you sure, ‘cause I think we can find a better position for both of us »

Why did he have to say that ? Isn’t he aware of how you were feeling with him being so close ? He seemed to be completely dense to your own feelings, and started to move from his original position.

« If I just… »

Alex lifted his arm, that was previously against you, then he moved even closer , his side was now right against you.

« If you roll on your side, you can put your head right there » he said, patting his pectorals. « And we’ll both be more comfortable »

With his arm still up he gave you and angelic smile.

And it’s with a furious blush that youd id as he said. Rolling on your side and let your head fall on Alex, careful to stay very still after your movements.

A chuckled came from him and he let his arm lower down right around you, his hand settling on your side. The heat didn’t waste any second to rise to your cheeks and you clenched yourself even more, careful not to touch him in more ways than you already were, keeping your arms and hands against your front.

Apparently please with the new found position, Alew let his leg dangle from the hammock and pushed gently, to make the two of you swing.

The feeling of the air produced by the hammock’s movements felt nice on your skin.

As slowly as possible, you moved your head toward Alex’s face, with the idea of taking a glimpse at his face.

Except that you found him already looking down at you and immediately looked away. « Shit » you thought, feeling your face heat up from embarrassement.

He seemed to have no idea of what he was doig to you, your brain transform into a battlefield where the need of being close to him and the shyness fought against each other. How could he listlessly lay next to you like itw as nothing while your heart threatened to burst.

« I’m sorry to impose myself like that. I just wanted to spend some time with you in the quiet »

Another blow to your fragile heart !

« You’re not bothering me, don’t worry »

The less you said, the less the chance to embarrass yourself

With a chuckle, he lowered his head and his lips brushed against your hair and stayed there for a moment on a tender gesture but not that explicit.

[maybankxw]

𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead! [ mentions of alcohol; smoking; unprotected sex; oral, male receiving; thigh riding; cum play; ] minors dni!!!

summary: making out as a dare

word count: 2.7k

a/n: tried something new, it’s in his and hers povs together [ hers - italics; jj - normal ], enjoy!

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any feedback (comments, reblogs, anon asks) would be appreciated! (gif is mine)

“Are we just gonna keep sitting like this?” Kie grudged, raising her brows at everyone, but they remained silent.

“What are you thinking?” she asked back, taking a sip of her usual cherry flavoured beer, the bottle clanging, hitting the rest of the empty ones.

Everyone seemed pretty tired, Sarah almost asleep on John B’s chest, him playing with her hair, Pope fiddling with something in his hands with Kiara sitting next to him rolling her eyes in annoyance,

and her. Her hair falling over her shoulders perfectly, exposing that pretty neck of hers, I used to kiss all the time. Her bare thighs driving me mad, if only she knew how much I wanted to grab them, to bury my head in between her legs and make her feel good, again.  

and him. His shirt half unbuttoned, revealing his necklace and his bare chest, his head resting on the back of the couch, letting his hair slip down his forehead, his legs spread wide as he pushed his hips forward slightly, causing the stinging feeling in the pit of my stomach to form as I watched him. I bit my lip, trying to cover the frustration growing on my face, taking another big gulp of my drink, forcing myself to take my eyes off of the boy.

“Let’s play truth or dare,” Kie grinned, nudging Pope and Sarah, smiling fiercely at her friends, as if she was trying to convince everyone to play.

“Fine by me,” she said, her voice so comforting, making me remember how good she sounded, moaning my name. 

Everyone agreed to play, except for Maybank, he definitely wasn’t sure if he wanted to reveal any of his secrets. 

“Not playing — leaving the room,” Kiara stated, “We don’t share secrets without getting another in return, right?”

“I’m in, I’m in,” JJ blurted, settling his bottle on the table, running his fingers through his messy strands, pushing them off of his face.

I hooked my leg over another, exposing more than enough to make him nervous, I knew he watched me just like I watched him.

I was starving for him, for his hands on my body. I fucking missed him, and staying in the same room like this definitely didn’t help. At least it wasn't only two of us.

Me and her. We used to fuck each other, just for fun, but then I found myself a girlfriend, and I fucked her, just for fun. 

He never loved his girlfriend, Pope and John B knew about it, JJ just used that girl and she used him, they practically agreed to that, and I knew this too. 

But no one ever knew about us.

“I’ll go first,” Sarah suddenly woke up, sitting herself up, and of course, she picked me, “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” I said, hoping she’d make me drink another beer or get into the cold shower, but no one expected this.

“Make out with JJ, right here, right now,” she bit her lip, smiling innocently. I gulped, watching everyone’s eyes widen, but sparkling with amusement at the same time, “Okay—”

I got up, fixing my dress, walking towards JJ Maybank, and I saw it — he was as nervous as me.

I almost choked, when I heard the dare. No lies I got excited, because I’ll have to touch her again, even if that meant nothing, if it was just a stupid game. 

She straddled me, her eyes fixed on mine, full of pain and passion, the scent of hers hit my head, making me loose it all, her fingertips grasping my hair, both of us panting harshly, forgetting about everyone for a moment. And then she kissed me, her lips matching mine perfectly, we didn’t rush anything, savouring the taste of each other, remembering it all.

His palms grabbed my hips roughly, forcing me down on him more, earning a moan from me, which he perfectly muffled with his tongue. I started grinding against his thigh, feeling my panties getting wet more with each passing second, he felt this too, smiling into our kiss, proud of his work.

“Woah, slow down,” Kie yelled, furrowing her brows, John B and Pope froze with their jaws dropped, and Sarah sat there with the wide smile, sipping her drink.

“That was—“ Pope sought to speak, watching me slipping off of JJ’s hips, “Hot,” Sarah finished it for him.

“I pick now,” I dropped down the sofa, crossing my legs together, trying to calm myself down, reaching out to take my drink, finishing the whole bottle, hoping it would help me relax.

~

Everyone fell asleep on the couch, right where we were playing a couple minutes ago. I went outside to smoke, my mind still wrapped around past events. I breathed the poisonous fume in, washing it down with the last bottle of beer, tossing it into the trash can along with the cigarette. 

“Hey,” I winced at the husky voice behind my back. I knew who it was, so I pulled another cig out, pretending I hadn’t been smoking this whole time. He stepped way too close to me, his perfume mixed with the smoke was another level of pleasure, and I tried my best to resist.

But I lost it, biting my lip so hard, not to let a moan out, when his palm snuck in between my legs, caressing my inner thigh, “Fuck,” a groan escaped his lips, “I’m sorry,” he strode a step away, taking his hands off of me.

“I missed you,” I whispered into the back of her head, brushing my nose through her hair, my palm skimming down her shoulder, “Let me touch you, please, I need to touch you,” I dived into her neck, leaving small kisses on her soft skin, feeling her head tilting to the side slowly, opening more space for me to explore.

“I fucking hate you, Maybank,” she snapped, pulling away from me, but I knew she wanted more, I watched her body language, I felt the goosebumps running all over her body. I caused it.

I leaned down the railings, bracing my elbows over the cold metal, still facing JJ with my back, “I know,” his fingertips brushed my shoulders, pulling my hair to the side, spinning me around, making me meet his gaze finally. He trapped me, his arms on each side of my body, his eyes studying my face carefully, “So fucking beautiful,” he mouthed, brushing his lips against mine. I closed my eyes, enjoying his presence, his hot breathes on my skin, “I fucking hate you,” I barely whispered back, tasting his lips on mine. I lost again, I gave in for a kiss, and we were not playing anymore.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, tugging on my lower lip as she kissed me, her palms sliding down, holding onto my collar firmly, “I hate you,” she repeated between the kisses, moaning into my mouth, making me so fucking hard.

We moved into the farthest room, from the one everyone slept in. I held the door open for her, watching her ass as she walked, biting on my lip so hard, “Nah,” I grabbed her wrist, pulling her back to me, “Take them off,” I said in a hushed voice, pointing at her shorts, running my hands down her sides, and she did, she obeyed me, my beautiful girl.

His fingers fiddled with the waistband of my underwear, tugging them up, the cloth digging into my core painfully, yet pleasantly, “Mmm,” I whimpered, sucking on my lower lip, my eyes fluttering closed.

”Don’t, don’t close your eyes, look at me,” he grabbed my ass, his palms feeling heavy on my skin, while I was undoing his shirt. I clung to his neck, his perfume intoxicating me completely. My lips latched onto his skin, leaving a few pretty bruises, “Are you gonna fuck me rough?” my fingertips brushed his chest, making their way down his abdomen, my hand palming his clothed cock, “Fuck,” he growled, taking my wrist away.

“Come on, JJ,” I smirked, “You want my lips wrapped around your tip now, don’t you?” 

“Yeah, just to shut that dirty little mouth of yours.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

“You will.”

She started waking away, so I had to grab her wrist again, pinning her against me, holding her hands together, “Let go,” she said, squirming in my hold, her ass grinding against my cock, teasing me, “You love playing, don’t you?” I hissed, pushing her towards the table, smashing all of the stuff on it down the floor, “As if you don’t remember,” she smirked pulling me close by the hem of my shorts, “Did she fuck you better?” her lips attacked mine, “Did she make you cum?” Her palm slipped underneath my boxers, her thumb rubbing the tip of my cock, “Did you think of me, when you fucked her?”

“I did.”

He wasn’t lying, I knew that, I could recognise when he was. I slipped off the table, kneeling in front of him, dragging his pants down. He was so hot in this black shirt, with these messy strands falling all over his face, and his neck covered in my love marks. I started trailing kisses down his abdomen, my nails scratching on his hip, his cock hardened, waiting for release. I licked a flat stripe up, earning a moan from the boy, my boy. I swirled my tongue around his tip, sucking all of the pre cum off, “Fuck, Maybank, I missed the taste of you,” I muttered, taking his tip in my mouth again. I loved playing with him like that, watching him getting mad and nervous for teasing. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, holding onto them tightly, “And I missed your naughty mouth,” he heaved, his body tensed, his hand forcing me down on him, making me take all of him, his cock hitting the back of my throat, the drool dripping down my chin, “You look so pretty with me fucking you like this,” he chuckled.

I didn’t want this to stop, I wanted to have her forever. Her mouth worked perfectly on me, her tongue brushing the base, bringing me closer to my release. No one could compare to her, ever. 

“Come on, baby, finish me off.” I felt her nails scratching my lower stomach, her fingertips brushing my skin after, causing goosebumps to run down my spine. Then she squeezed my balls, making me groan and grab on her hair tighter, tugging on her roots as I came.

His cum filled my mouth, and I swallowed all of it, to the last drop, licking the sticky liquid off of his tip as well, my eyes up on him, watching as he panted heavily. I got up on my feet, grabbing his cock in my hand, massaging the tip lightly. He ran his finger over my lip, collecting the drops of the mess he left and shoved it into my mouth, and I cleaned it, watching him right in the eyes as I did, my hand still palming him, “You’re a fucking goddess,” he spoke in a low voice, pulling his thumb away, now stroking my chin with it, “Oh, am I?” my nose brushed his, the ache in between my legs growing bigger, “You are,” his fingertips dug into the back of my thighs, his tongue muffling my moans as we made our way to the bed.

I dropped down the bed, with her straddling me, stripping her top off, feeling her grinding against my thigh, “Get off on me,” I held her still for a second, “Make yourself cum.” Her lips parted as she started moving back and forth faster, pressing her pussy harder against my hip, her panties soaking wet as she closed her eyes at the pleasure she got, “I told you to look at me. I want you to look at me, when you cum.”

His hoarse voice pushed me to the edge completely, my eyes fixed on his, my hands gripping on his shirt, almost tearing the cloth. I screamed, my whole body shaking as I felt my wetness covering his hip, “Fuck, Maybank.” He dived into the crook of my neck, sucking on my skin. He was marking me, marking me as his, and I wanted to be his, and I wanted him to be mine. 

“Pretty girl, my pretty girl,” he whispered, trailing kisses all over my neck, my throat and my collarbones, my fingers tangled in his hair, brushing through his strands softly, “I want you,” his hand held on the hem of my underwear as he tore it in two, “I’ll buy you a new one,” he smiled, grabbing my ass, lifting me up and sitting down on his cock, “J—“ I whined, going all the way down, taking all of him, again.

“Don’t move,” I grabbed her chin, kissing her lips, deeply and lovingly, making my way down her tits, I loved playing with them, having her seated on my cock like this. I swirled my tongue over her left nipple, nibbling the right one in between my fingers, feeling them harden under my touch, I growled into her skin as she pressed my head closer, my tongue lapping over her tit, sucking on it gently, kneading another with my hand. She was a moaning mess, melting in my arms, loosing her mind entirely. 

His ring coated fingers burned my skin, his cock filling me perfectly, his lips and fingers leaving marks on me. I moved, I couldn’t help this anymore, I needed to feel more, I needed to ease the stinging feeling in my stomach, “I want you to fuck me,” I exhaled, “Fuck me, JJ.” 

He shoved me down the bed, my spine colliding with the mattresses, his knees on each side of me as he took his shirt off, throwing it somewhere in the room, “I will,” he hovered over me, “I will fuck you hard.” 

He moved down the bed, placing himself on his knees, holding me under my knees, dragging my body close to the edge of the bed. I felt his breathes on my inner thighs, shivering, his fingers grazing my hips, and I felt his lips right where I needed him the most, “Oh my—,” I tugged on the roots of his hair, “JJ, fuck,” I gasped, feeling him sucking on my pussy, his tongue devouring me, going through every inch of my skin, “Don’t, don’t stop.”

Her whines made me smirk, feeling her squeezing her thighs around my head, every time I hit the right spot. My palms roamed across her body, while my tongue worked on her core, “Sweet little baby.”

She whined at the loss of contact, as I pulled away. I spat on her pussy, my thumb spreading the spit along her slit, making her cry out. I crawled back, facing her, rubbing my cock over her soaking core, entering just with my tip, “This is the last time I’m sleeping with you, if you don’t fuck me properly now,” she managed to say, and I chuckled, forcing myself into her to the brim, “You know that’s not true.”

My thrusts were slow but rough, bending her legs over my showers to have a better access, to get deeper, “I forgot how tight you were.” 

My toes curled, as he quickened the pace, hitting all the right spots, his thrusts sharp and rough. His name rolled off my tongue mixing with dirty moans, which I desperately tried to muffle,  my nails scratching his shoulders, feeling the knot in my stomach unraveling, “I’m gonna—“

“Hold it, come with me.”

And I tried, I resisted, grabbing the sheets now. His hold on my waist tighten, as we both came, his groans muffled in my hair, mine in his neck.

I felt the warmth spreading inside of me, his cock covered in his cum and mine, “On all fourth” he demanded and I tried to gather myself, turning onto my stomach, my ass up in the air and him watching his cum dripping out of me, his fingers collecting the mess, forcing it back inside, entering me all the way in, making me grip the sheets again.

“I didn’t want to leave you,” I dragged her up, her back pressed towards my front, burying my face into her neck, mumbling into her skin.

“But you did.”

“I’m sorry.”

“But why?”

“I started catching feelings for you, and—“ I hesitated, but kept on talking, thinking I couldn’t fuck everything up even more, “I thought you wouldn’t want to be more, and I couldn’t just keep fucking you and pretend, so I left, trying to get over it.”

“I fucking hate you for doing so, Maybank, but it’s good to know you thought of me, while fucking her.”

[loveaffaire]

OK OK OK!! SO I SAW THIS IN MY REELS!! how about a tom holland or peter Parker x reader (u choose) where they both are arguing over something that tom/peter did by mistake (not cheating tho) and tom/peter just doesn’t know what to say so he just screams out her name and continues to ramble his mistake and her how sorry he is.......BUT WHEN HE SCREAM HER NAME HE ACTUALLY SAID Y/N Y/M/N HOLLAND (or Parker)

and reader is just like all shocked and blushing and she just kisses him to shut up his rambling and it’s all cute fluffy with apologies and cute overall heart melting! I hope you write this I love your work❤️❤️❤️

His Last Name Next To Mine

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Warnings: Arguing, controlling family issues, angst, some cute fluff.

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: I think Tom is someone who will definitely have that slip up lol. I wrote this at 3am and i haven’t proof-read it so yeah, I hope you still like it though<3

“I can’t believe you did that, Tom” you snarled as you walked through the apartment door, almost shutting the door on Tom’s face in the process.

You were so angry, you were livid. You’ve just come back from a dinner party at your parents and your lovely boyfriend has blurted out something he shouldn’t have.

“I said I am sorry!” Tom said sharply as he locked the door behind him, kicking off his shoes near the shoe rack.

“No, sorry doesn’t cut it! I told you to not tell them and then you just slip up like that?” you yelled from across the living room with your hands up with your hair from frustration as you looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Yes I made a mistake,” he yelled back, now getting a little angry with all the fuss,”I told them that we’re moving away to New York and you’re taking that new job because I slipped! It wasn’t intentional!” he loosened up his tie and started walking towards you.

“Don’t come near me Tom, I’m really mad at you” you whispered angrily as you tried to calm yourself down. You pulled a chair out and sat on it, keeping your palms flat on the cold table.

Tom stopped right in his tracks, “I don’t know why you’re so angry, you were gonna tell them anyway right, baby?”

You scoffed as you looked up at him, “yes, that’s correct, I was going to tell them myself which you ruined!”

You pushed the chair back as you stood up, your heels clicking on the hard floor as you made your way to the bedroom. Tom followed you with a stony look on his face.

“Y/N, don’t you walk out on me when we’re talking- hey!”

You banged the bedroom door as you walked into the bedroom, almost breaking the thin necklace as you removed it from your neck. You heard the bedroom door slowly opening.

“Don’t bang doors in my face, Y/N” he said with his eyebrows raised, nose flaring with anger.

You took a sharp turn, facing him, you said, “you know what’s your problem, Tom-“

“Yeah, tell me what’s my problem” he cut you off this time as he stood close to you, trapping you between his hard chest and the wall behind you.

“Oh, I will tell you what your problem is,” you narrowed your eyes at him, pushing his chest away and stepping aside. Tom didn’t stop you, he always respected your boundaries, even when you both were arguing.

“I’m angry because you told them we’re moving away when I was planning to tell them that when we have already shifted! You know how controlling they can be; how they get in my head and now they will try to do it again. I don’t want them to control me anymore, Tom!” You snapped as your eyes started to get wet.

It was true, you parents were always a little too involved in your life and as a 26 year old, you hated it. You kept things from them and only told them when it was done with, you felt that it was the only way to have some privacy.

Tom knew it all too well. He knew how controlling they were and how they tried to get in your head. Hearing you express this as you looked at him with teary eyes broke his heart as he tasted guilt on his tongue.

“Baby, I’m sorry. Listen, come here-“

“And I hate how you’re making it look like I’m making a big deal out of this by yelling at me!” You stomped your feet and shook your fists like a little kid but you were so frustrated, it didn’t matter.

You slowly stepped away from him as you clutched your head, you felt a headache coming.

“Baby,” Tom huffed, “you know I hate it when you walk away from me during an argument-“

You turned on your heels as you reached for the bathroom door, twisting it open as you quickly walked inside and oh boy, Tom decided that he has had enough of you walking away in the middle of his sentences.

“Wait- Y/N Y/M/N HOLLAND YOU COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!”

You heard the door shut behind you as you stood cold in your tracks, your fists opening up in shock. In a daze, you turned around and slowly unlocked the door and peeked outside. Tom stood there cold in his tracks with his mouth slightly open in shock as his forehead glistened because of the thin layer of sweat. You both looked at each other with wide eyes.

“What did you s-say?” You whispered as you blinked slowly, waiting for him to answer.

Tom opened his mouth and then closed it, no words coming out as he waved his hands around in panic, “I said Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N” he said quickly.

“My last name sounds nothing like whatever you said but it did sound a lot like your last name. . .” You said cautiously as you took small steps towards him.

“I- okay fine, I said Holland. Please don’t be mad” he whimpered as he bit his bottom lip, clasping his hands together.

“Why would I be mad?” you said softly, you hated seeing him scared and right now, he looked terrified.

“I don’t know, I don’t know,” he blabbered as he closed the distance between you two, wrapping his arms around your body, “you know when you think about something a lot in your head and that thing kinda slips out of your mouth? Yeah that is what happened again and I know I pissed you off before and I don’t want to do it again, I’m so sor-“

You softly pressed your lips to his, he got the hang of it pretty quickly as his lips started to move against yours in an instant. You felt his tongue making its way to yours as you pulled back, your face still close to his. Tom frowned as he pouted his lips, asking for more.

“Do you think about it often?” you asked gently as you brushed his hair away from his forehead, “like-like my name with your um last name?” You felt shy, your cheeks turned rosy as you looked down briefly.

“I think about it all the time” he said rather quickly, resting his forehead to yours.

He bumped his nose against yours playfully, your bodies clinging to each other. In that moment you and Tom were one.

“I know we’ve been together for just 2 years and we’re so young but I can’t help it” he mumbled against your lips as your eyes fluttered, “can’t help it if you look like an angel, can’t help it if I wanna kiss you the moment I wake up, just can’t help myself”

You embraced him in your hold, lips roughly meeting his in a passionate kiss. Butterflies bursting in your stomach from his little speech. His tongue successfully made its way to yours this time, gently picking you up to place you on the bed as he gripped your body.

Tom felt you gasp as he kissed you again, you moved your body away from his hold gently as he loosened his grip. Tears streamed down your face.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Was it something I said?” he panicked as he cupped your face. You sat up as Tom supported his body on his knees, you shook your head.

“No no. I’m just- I’m so overwhelmed, I love you” you said as you laughed softly, feeling a little embarrassed now as you worried him for no reason at all.

“Oh baby” he signed as he kissed your cheeks, “I feel awful about tonight though, I should have been more careful” he frowned his brows as he looked at you.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you” you sniffled as you choked on your words.

He admired you as you dried your wet eyes, how gorgeous you looked even when you were crying tears of joy.

“I have a crazy idea” he whispered, brushing your hair out of your face, he spoke up again before you could say anything, “maybe we should get married”

To Tom’s surprise, you hadn’t freaked out, rather quickly nodded your head. Tom almost pulled a nerve when you told him that you were thinking the same thing. The next morning, you picked out a pretty white dress and he fixed his tie, you both walked out of the court with his last name next to your first name and you realised that you’ve never been this happy before.

A/N: so. . . yeah? Don’t know how I feel about this, I also have absolutely no idea how court marriages work.

Leave some feedback below if you liked this, would appreciate it if you can like/reblog! Thank you!!

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[milazka]

not the greatest feeling ever | 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝.

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summary: fuck it, i’m not doing a summary, i’m so bad at it. oh! there’s smut btw.

warnings: smut, cursing, mentions of blood, underrage drinking

last thought: i’m proud of this one, took me a lot of time to write, but i think it was worth it! enjoy your reading! love, milz.

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The gentle breeze twirls her golden locks in all directions. She hums the lyrics of You never can tell, having watched Pulp Fiction for the hundredth time last night. Her irises are fixed to the slightly damp roadside covered with fresh fallen leaves from this morning rainstorm. The last rays of sunlight caress her baby-like skin as they disappear into the horizon, painting the sky in a mixture of orange and rose. 

“C’mon grandpa, you’re slow as hell!” she teases Marcus, turning her head back to stick her tongue out at him. Standing on his skateboard, he sends her the finger, scraping the pavement with his over-used black vans to gain speed and eventually catch up with her. 

“That’s how the turtle won the race, dumbass,” he gently nudges her shoulder with his hand as he rides his board besides her. She gives a sharp turn of the handlebars to move her tires out of the sand and back on the pavement, giving him a death glare. 

“I almost fell in the ditch, shithead!” he simply laughs, his head falling backward. His dark colored hairs, normally slicked back, are ruffled by the warm September wind, giving him a laid back look that fits him perfectly. She adores hearing his laugh; it's one of the purest and most delightful sounds. It was only recently that she heard him laugh again, having not heard it for months after the day they lost the third musketeer of their trio. It was one of the hardest moments of their lives, but sharing this kind of experience brought them closer than ever. Charlie was there for him when he hit rock bottom, stroking his back while he cried on the shower floor, freezing water running down their damped bodies. She was also by his side the first time he went to therapy, soothingly squeezing his hand before he entered the office.

“If someone had to fall in a ditch, it would be me.”

“You know that Max and I made bet on how long it would take you to fall in a ditch?” she replies, checking his reaction at the corner of her cerulean eyes. He grins. 

“How much did you bet?” he curiously asks, one eyebrow arched. 

“Fifty bucks,” his eyes almost snap out of their sockets. He stops, stepping off his board.

“Fifty bucks?! That’s insulting, thought I was worth more than that,” he shouts as she makes a u-turn, retracing her steps, stopping in front of him.

“I’ll give you half of it if you wait ‘till June,” Charlie sarcastically says to him, elbows leaning on the handlebars of her bicycle. He caught a glimpse of light in her gaze; a twinkle of amusement he always finds in the corners of her softly crinkled eyes when she smiles truthfully.

“Deal,” he winks at her, drawing a small laugh from her slightly parted lips. He picks up Charlie's polaroid from the basket at the front of her bike, signaling for her to ride so he can immortalize the moment for her. Marcus knows she keeps those famous polaroids in an old converse box as a source of happiness; they're memories of moments she doesn't want to forget. 

He takes the little camera to his eyes, snapping a picture when Charlie turns her head to the side to look at him, smiling like there is no tomorrow. As the picture is slowly developing, he hears a squeal of tires and a squeal of surprise from the distance. 

“Fuck Charlie!” he shouts, running towards her as she sits, holding firmly her right forearm. His heart tightens at the sight of her painful face, her traits are torn by pain and he can see tears gathering at the corner of her squinted blue eyes. Marcus hates to see her in pain; he knows she's not the type to complain about anything so when he sees her azure eyes filling with water, he knows it's serious. 

“You got a few scratches,” he whispers, running his eyes over her legs and arms. “We’ll go to your house and clean you up, okay?” she nods, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. Marcus tucks his skateboard under his arm, grabbing the handlebars and seat of Charlie's bike simultaneously.

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“Hold still,” his hazel eyes are focused on the mid-depth cut on her forearm. His bushy eyebrows furrowed, giving him a severe, almost cold sober look. She takes a big gulp of the rich whiskey she borrowed from her father's secret stash. 

“Oh fucking hell!” she swears between her clenched teeth when the rubbing alcohol makes contact with the exposed flesh of her forearm. “That’s not the greatest feeling ever,” she whimpers, her forehead resting on his shoulder covered by his green olive shirt. 

“I know, angel, I know,” he runs his hand through her blonde hair, gently stroking her scalp in a soothing way. She keeps her head resting against his shoulder, holding back the tears that threaten to run down her flushed cheeks.

“I’m usually the one taking care of you,” he knows it refers as much to all the times he fell off his skateboard as it does to when he hit rock bottom when their friend passed away. Charlie isn't used to being taken care of; she has always been able to look after herself without anyone's help.

Crying is for the weak.

She swallows her tears, putting her mask back on with a slight smile.

“Your new neighbor saw me fall,” she changes the subject, pausing to take another gulp directly from the whisky bottle. “Great way to make a first impression,” a light laugh escapes from her lips, but she halts when she notices his gaze turning away almost discreetly. “What’s wrong?” 

Over the years, she has learned to read him like the palm of her hand; she knows he looks away to the left when he is hiding something from her and that he scrapes the back of his neck when he is embarrassed.

“I-I had sex with her,” he blurts out, avoiding her gaze while he still applies pressure on the bandage covering the wound on her forearm. 

“Holy shit,” her eyes widened, not expecting this kind of disclosure. “Wait, what about Padma?” 

“You know she is not my girlfriend, Charlz,” he sighs, finally sustaining her non-judgmental azure irises. It' s one of the things he likes about her; she never judges him and even if she did, he wouldn't know since she hides it so well. 

“Was it good?” she does not insist about Padma, knowing perfectly well that she is the first one to know. He doesn't answer, looking thoughtful as if a million thoughts are running through his head. He steals the bottle of alcohol from her, gulping down a few ounces of the throat-burning liquid.

“What aren’t you telling me, Marcus?” 

He shuts his eyes, exhaling loudly.

“I don’t know if I was good… God, I don’t even know if she came!” her heart tightens; he looks distraught and she knows that this is a big deal to him, after all, he just lost his virginity. He breathes heavily, his jaw as tightly clenched as his fists.

“Show me.” 

“What?!” he opens one eye, eyebrows furrowed as if he was questioning if she was being serious.

“Show me what you did, I’ll tell you if it’s good,” 

“You’re drunk, Charlz…I don-” he stops as soon as her silver rings coated hands grip the hem of his olive shirt, grazing the soft skin of his lower abdomen with her fingertips. Sitting on her knees, she brings her head up to his neck, pressing her lips against the skin. The feeling of her wet lips on his burning skin sends a shiver running through his spine. 

“I’m sober enough to remember everything and give you my consent,” she whispers to his ear and he almost moans when she slightly nibbles his lobe. Her hands slips to the back of his neck, forcing him to hover over her as she lies on her back.

Both his hands are lingering on the buckle of her belt, struggling to undo it. She clutches his chin with one hand, plunging her reassuring gaze into his. He looks nervous, his hands trembling slightly when he takes off her jeans. She presses her lips to his Adam's apple, feeling him tense up at first, but relax as she sensuously slides her tongue up to his sculpted jaw.

“A-are you good with two figers?” he nervously asks, his right hand resting on the edge of her panties. 

“Yes,” he hesitantly slips his hand into her panties, parting her legs with his other hand before sliding his index and middle fingers up and down her folds.  She can see him blush when an almost quiet moan escapes her lips at the feeling of his fingers inside her core. He pumps them in and out slowly, as if he was afraid to hurt her.

“Try to curl them in a ‘come here’ movement,” she demonstrates with her own fingers. He nods and mimics her actions, making her whimper under him. 

“That feels good,” she encourages him. “What did you do next?” she softly asks, rubbing her thumb against his cheek to sooth him. 

“Hum, well, we-um, you know, did it,” he says, blushing like a little child who just got his first kiss with the popular girl. 

“You didn’t go down on her?” she asks, looking quite shocked. He seemed clueless. “I mean, you didn’t use your mouth?” 

“Uh no, should I have?” 

“You boys really know nothing about female pleasure,” she sights. “Try watching lesbian porn next time, you will learn A LOT more,” He almost chokes, not expecting to hear this come out of his best friend's lips while his fingers are still inside her. They've always been comfortable with each other, but not to the point of talking about the kind of porn they listen to. The idea of her best friend watching porn and getting herself off almost made him cum in his pants.

“You do know what a cunniligus is, right?” 

“God, Charlz, I’m not five years old! Yes, I know what it is!” he exclaims, his ego lightly bruised by her question. 

“Well, show me then, playboy,” she challenges him, a cocky smile slipping on her lips. the alcohol going slightly to her head.

He pulls her to the edge of the mattress, kneeling at the foot of the bed between her legs. His lips kiss the skin on the inside of her thighs, sucking it until he sees a dark red mark appear. He gets rid of her underwear in the blink of an eye  before placing her legs over his shoulders. He darts his tongue out of his mouth, licking a long strip between her folds without giving her the chance to acknowledge what was going on. He stops once his tongue rests on the bundle of nerves, licking around it in a circular motion.

“Fuck,” she moans. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“You really think I've never watched lesbian porn?” he teases her, biting the inside of her thigh, making her body jolt. He dives back his head to her core, sucking her clit into his mouth.

At leats he know where the clit is.

"Oh my god Marcus," she moans, squirming against his grip. He places his arm over her lower abdomen, pinning her body against the mattress. She can feel his two fingers sliding back into her core, the sudden feeling causing her hips to buck up against his face.  

“Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me, hun?” he praises her, fingers curling inside her just like she taught him. She could barely feel herself, letting out a series of high-pitched moans as Marcus tongue was working on her bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she whimpers, her head pressed down against the matress. Her fingers tangle in his dark hair, tucking at the roots as she let out a cry, the euphoric feeling taking over her body for a moment. Marcus looks up to see her eyes shut tightly, her legs shaking on his shoulders. He can feel her core pulsating around his fingers as she comes down from her high.

He took a mental picture of her, engraving this moment in his memory forever.

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Shut Me Up

A/N: Here’s another smutty one-shot. I felt like something a little cliche so here it is. This was so fun to write! I’m still finding my footing in this fandom as a writer but I think I wanna start taking requests, the next fic I have coming out will be a request and I’m having fun with it so shoot me a message if there’s something you wanna see. I’ve just put together my Masterlist so you can check out my other fics there :)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spencer and Y/N don’t exactly get on well. Will they be able to work out some of their frustration when they’re forced to share a room for the night?

Category: Pure smut baby

Warnings/Includes: smut, graphic descriptions of sex, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), penetrative sex, name calling, light choking, hair pulling, scratching, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 3850 words

The hotel is somehow worse than usual. It’s got so few rooms that they just narrowly grab enough for the whole team. But few enough that they have to bunk. Y/N didn't love sharing a room but it was better than having nowhere to sleep at all.

Prentiss tosses her a key, “That’s you and Reid” she says it so nonchalant that Y/N almost doesn’t notice it. Once in clicks in her head though she races down the hall.

“Hey, hey wait!” She calls out, a little too desperate, “Emily you can’t put me with Reid. We’ll kill each other.”

She laughs at that, it was on open secret amongst the team that Y/N and Spencer had something of a rivalry going. Bitter sworn enemies apparently. No one really bought it though. People who really truly hated each other would be a lot better at avoiding one another. But Y/N and Spencer could never seem to keep apart for very long.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to put your differences aside for a night.” she waves Y/N off as she heads into her own room, leaving her stranded in the hallway. Contemplating if the reception area might let her crash on the couch, she could even spend the night in one of the SUVs, the seats reclined far enough.

But that was stupid, why should she be the one who had to be uncomfortable, why not Spencer.

When she arrived at the door of her own room Spencer was slumped up against it, he stood up straight once he saw her coming.

“Took you long enough” he spat, reaching to take the key from her but she pulled it back before he had the chance.

“I was on the hunt for alternative sleeping arrangements” she huffs, unlocking the door.

“To no avail I presume?” he jokes but he’s just met with an eye roll.

“I’m taking the bed by the window” she stakes her claim before they even get through the door. Once they’re inside he lets out a chuckle.

“You’re welcome to the side of the bed by the window?” he jokes.

This was infinitely worse than she thought it was going to be. Where there were usually two generally uncomfortable twin beds in these standard small-town motels, instead there was a queen sized bed, staring at them as they stood at the foot of it.

“I get the bed” she says like she’s calling shotgun.

“Bullshit you get the bed, there’s nowhere else to sleep!” he complains.

She takes a second to scan the room, no sofa, no arm chair, the floor is a scratchy carpet. There’s no real option here. “You can sleep on the desk?” she suggests, and she’s not serious about it, but she wouldn’t say no if he agreed.

“Are you kidding me?” he almost shouts.

“Soft mattresses are bad for your back! Maybe it’ll sort out your posture?” she adds.

“There’s nothing wrong with my posture” he groans, massaging his temple.

“Okay sure, you tell yourself that”

They don’t say anything more about it as they unpack. Showering and changing for bed in silence. When Y/N comes out from he bathroom, Spencer is sitting up on one side of the bed, reading through case files by the light of the bedside lamp.

“Are you serious?” she whines.

“Look, we both need rest, just shut up and get over yourself” he says it without looking up from the file in his hand, his finger running over the lines at speed.

She doesn’t respond, she just climbs in on the other side, keeping herself as close to the edge of the mattress as possible to keep the distance in between them.

She lies like that for about 45 minutes but sleep’s just not coming.

“Are you ever gonna turn off that fucking light, I thought we ‘needed rest’” she mocks, turning over to look at him, still combing through the files, mumbling to himself every once in a while.

“We’ll both be useless tomorrow if we don’t get any sleep” she tries to convince him with a slightly more sincere tone.

This case wasn’t easy, the unsub had been abducting victims he’d met in online BDSM chatrooms. Bodies had been turning up murdered in ways that the victims had previously expressed were turn-ons. Suffocated, whipped, tied up in peculiar ways. There wasn’t much information to go on now, they just had to wait for the next body to turn up but that didn’t keep Spencer from pouring over everything a hundred times.

When he wasn’t being purposefully irritating Y/N honestly admired his work ethic. Just not when it was interfering with her much needed sleep.

“The bare minimum of sleep most humans need to live is just 4 hours in a 24 hour period” he blurts out, still not looking up.

“Well I’m not most humans, so knock it off”

He finally concedes, chucking his files onto the bedside table and shutting off the lamp. It’s now eerily quiet, and all she can hear is the steady breathing coming from the other side of the bed.

Enough time passes that she really should be asleep but it’s still not happening. So she’s already beyond irritated when she feels a slight shove against her shoulder.

“Hey, you still awake?” he sounds mischievous, she knows that tone of his voice and she doesn't like it.

“God! I am now! What do you want?” she mumbles into her pillow.

“I’ve just got a question” he says defensively.

She hums and rolls over to face him, he’s wide awake, “Well? Out with it” she encourages, the sooner this is over with the better.

His mouth twists into a smirk as he takes a minute to study her face, “What turns you on?” he asks it sincere, and she has no idea what to do with that.

Rolling her eyes on instinct she groans, “Ugh, are you serious? I was so close to getting to sleep, goodnight asshole.” she turns back around to end the conversation but he can’t leave it there.

“I’m serious actually, just all the talk about it earlier, I wanna know”

She doesn’t move as she speaks, remaining with her back to him in a bid not to engage, “You couldn’t handle that information.” She deadpans.

“Try me” he antagonizes, and that’s enough to set her off. He just didn’t know when to quit.

This could be a fun new way to tease him, is her first thought. Turn him on, leave him wanting, yet another game to add to their repertoire of spite.

“Fine I’ll give.” she turns back to him, staring intently this time, “Here’s one, I really get off on having my hair pulled” she scoots closer so she can lean in and whisper the next part, “like when I’m getting fucked from behind, or I’ve got someone’s cock down my throat. I love having my hair pulled, just the short sharp pain of it.” she sort of moans the last little bit right by his ear before settling back on her own pillow.

“That good enough?” she asks, and she can practically see his breath catch in his chest.

He takes a steady gulp, “Yeah, that was, informative” he breathes.

“And what about you?” she poses, he’s not getting out of this one so easy. He looks shocked, like he didn’t see this coming a mile off.

“Me? Uh—” he stutters, “My back, I get really— I get turned on when someone digs their nails into my back, like scratching and marking” something about seeing him flustered like this is almost endearing.

“I guess we’re both suckers for pain” she winks as she says it, making a move to turn around again in a bid to let the conversation die but he doesn’t give her the chance.

“Tell me another” he pleads, and she’s not sure what his expression means but she might just draw this out, see how far she can can tease this.

“Hmm, nosy aren't we?” she smirks, he doesn't respond, just waits for an answer. She thinks for a moment, “Have you ever choked anyone Dr. Reid?”

His breath hitches, and he shakes his head. She likes this new Spencer, the one that doesn’t seem to have some quip for her every two seconds.

“Well I think you might like it, you’ve got nice strong hands, long fingers too. I feel like they might make it the whole way round my neck if you tried?” her voice is soft like velvet as she speaks. He lets out a short pant, and she can see his eyes flicker down to her exposed throat before quickly coming back to her eyes.

“Does the idea of that turn you on Doc?” she teases.

“I— um—” he’s at a loss for words yet again.

“That’s not an answer now is it?” She taunts him, and moves to turn around once again. Feeling accomplished in her goal, finally about to get some sleep. But she’s barely closed her eyes when she can feel him move. He’s so close behind her that she can feel the heat radiating from him. His hand slowly reaches around and grasps her throat gently, she moves herself further into his grip on instinct and he runs with it. Using the leverage to pull himself right up behind her, and she can feel it. He’s hard, and she can feel him pushing himself right up against her ass.

“Is this a satisfactory answer?” he moves in close and whispers against her ear. She’s changed her mind, maybe this is her favorite Spencer.

“Mmhmm” she hums in response, and his fingers tighten around her neck. She pushes her ass further back, moving it up and down slightly to create some friction and she can feel him twitching through the thin layer of her nightdress. He starts to move with her, grinding against her, his other hand resting on her hip, fingertips digging in so that he can pull her closer.

She tries to moan when she feels his nails dig into her but it gets stifled in her throat.

“You sound pathetic” he whispers, “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re whining like a little slut” her hips buck involuntarily at that. “You like it when I call you names?” he teases.

The hand on her hip starts to pull at her nightdress, inching it up higher and higher until his fingers are on her bare skin. He digs his nails in just slightly and drags them around her thigh, letting them settle right at the hem of her panties.

“I bet if I put my fingers in here I’d find you soaking wet for me already?” When she doesn’t answer he tightens the hand around her throat so that it’s almost cutting off the air supply, then loosens immediately. “Answer me” he demands.

“Yes! Yes!” she moans, anything to get his hands to move where she wanted them.

“That’s what I thought” he laughs and lets go of her completely. Her dress hiked up, breathing ragged. She snaps back around to look at him and he’s already curled up on his side of the bed as though nothing’s happened. Left in shock she sits upright, crossing her arms across her chest.

“What the fuck was that?” she has to stop herself from outright shouting at him.

He turns back to look at her, taking in her sullen expression, “Disappointed are we?” he teases with a smirk. And that look makes her want to kill him.

“You’re such a dick” she huffs, and he sits upright next to her.

“You say that like I didn’t just beat you at your own game?” he tries to fight back.

“You didn’t beat me!” she protests

“Oh really, and how’s that?”

“I could feel you, you were rock hard before you even touched me” she spits it out, because if she turned him on first then somehow this didn’t feel as embarrassing.

“Yeah! Because you were teasing me!” he looks frustrated now,

“Exactly! Because I was teasing you, and you fucking liked it” he just rolls his eyes at that, pretending like it’s somehow not true.

“Shut the fuck up” he groans, running his hands through his hair and letting his head fall back against the headboard.

She quirks an eyebrow and looks straight into his sleepy eyes, “Make me.”

In less than a second his hands are on her again, grabbing and pulling her into his lap. One hand is firmly on her back, holding her tight against his chest, the other is tangled in her hair already. Grabbing fistfuls as their lips work against each other.

It’s heated, and ferocious, full of pent up aggression, or tension, or both.

As his tongue works against hers, she lets her own hands wander over him, finally coming to rest at the back of his head, tangling in his curls. When she grinds down into his lap she can feel his cock still hard beneath her, straining against the fabric of his boxers. She thought it was impossible but it felt harder than it had been earlier.

He breaks apart the kiss and they both take in wrecked breaths, chests heaving. He pulls at the hem of her nightdress, pushing it further up her thighs, grabbing a rough handful of her ass as his hands find the exposed skin there.

“We gotta get this off” he whispers, and she nods, pulling it off over her head so that she’s exposed now. Perched in his lap in nothing but her panties. “Fuck” he moans at the sight. His hands come straight up to grab her tits, rough and exited for a moment before easing up, kneading them, getting used to the weight of them in his hands. He brings his mouth down, leaning in so that he can place sloppy open mouthed kisses along her neck and collar bones, trailing down to the valley between her breasts. He takes one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking on it gently then teasing the bud with his teeth. When he releases it and looks up at her his eyes almost look glazed over, dreamy.

“I’ve always had a thing for your tits” he confesses, his lips coming down to repeat the action on the other nipple.

“Your turn to take your shirt off” she whines as he removes his lips, the cold air hardening her nipples now that he’d teased them. He drags his eyes away from her for a second so that he can peel his shirt off over his head.

On pure instinct she rakes her nails across his now bare chest, leaning in close to place kisses into the crook of his neck, moving up painfully slow, kissing along the column of his throat, landing on the soft skin beneath his ear. She can feel the moans rippling in his throat against her lips. While he’s stilled beneath her she takes the opportunity to tuck her hands in behind him, digging her nails into his back and dragging them across the skin with force. Certainly leaving harsh red lines in their wake. The noises that escape him might be the best thing she’s ever heard.

“You like it when I mark you up?” she moans into his ear, “When I make you mine?” she can feel wetness pooling between her own legs as she says the words. The very thought of it turning her on more than she ever thought it could.

Clearly he feels the same, something erupts in him and the hands that had been resting on her hips were now lifting her up and laying her down on the bed. He was on top of her now, his hair framing his face as he looked down at her, and she was biting her fucking lip in anticipation.

He almost can’t even look directly at her so he snakes down her body, littering her torso with kisses and licks. Once he lands at her hips he takes the elastic of her panties between his teeth, pulling it up and letting it go so that it snaps against her stomach. She lets out a low moan.

“Let’s see if I was right earlier, how wet are you for me?” his voice is low as he places small kisses over the cotton, making his way right in between her legs. He pulls back for a second to inspect the fabric, there’s a damp patch covering the majority of the area, as if he didn't know already. “You’re fucking soaked Y/N” he groans and presses his fingers right up against it, forcing the fabric between her folds so that it soaks up even more, “Such a needy little thing aren’t you?”

She can only let out a small whine in response, her teeth biting into her lip so hard she was afraid she might start bleeding.

“Better get rid of these, don’t you think?” he hooks his fingers into either side of her panties, sliding them down her legs. He takes them and places them on his pillow before returning to his position between her legs.

He’s slow and deliberate in his actions, teasing painfully as he places sloppy kisses on the delicate skin inside of her thighs. Stopping right at the top to nip and suck enough to leave a bruise. Taking the time to stop and leave a matching bruise on the other thigh.

She was starting to grow restless, she felt like she was literally aching for any stimulation at all.

“Spencer” she whines, “Please, I’m so fucking turned on already”. She can feel him chuckle, his exhale sends a burst of cold air right against her pussy.

“So impatient” he chastises, but gives in anyway. Laying his tongue flat against her, taking a moment to taste her before he starts to move. Licking deft strokes along her folds, alternating with sucking softly on her clit.

“Spencer, fuck, oh my god” is all she can muster as her back arches up off the bed, her hips squirming as he pins them down. “You feel so fucking good”

He takes the encouragement and brings a finger to her entrance, pushing it in at an agonizing pace, curling it upwards against her once it’s fully inside. “You’re so fucking tight Y/N, do you think you could even handle another finger?” he has to take his mouth off of her to speak but it’s worth it for the downright filthy sounds she makes in response. He takes that as a yes and slowly pushes two fingers in this time. Bringing his lips back down to wrap around her clit and suck.

Her hands fly down to his curls as he works his fingers in and out of her at a relentless pace. She grabs handfuls of his hair and pulls them harshly, not knowing where else to put the energy. “Fuck Spencer, feels so good, don’t stop” she mutters between gasps.

He continues his ministrations and he would be lying if he said the feeling of her hands pulling at his hair weren’t doing something for him.

A moment later and she’s barely able to control her movements, thrashing in the bed as he continues to work his fingers in and out of her, relishing the feeling of her walls tightening around him. Once she’s relaxed again he takes his fingers out, bringing them up to her lips, without telling her to she opens her mouth, taking the two fingers in, letting her tongue move around them to taste herself.

It’s one of the many memories from tonight he knows he wont forget anytime soon. Or ever.

“I can see why you like it” he says, leaning over her, talking into the crook of her neck, “having your hair pulled, feels fucking amazing” she lets out a weak laugh, regaining her strength.

“Told you you liked pain” she reaches down between them, grabbing his cock through his boxers, “You must’ve really liked it” she teases, squeezing as his eyes flutter shut and he nods.

He maneuvers a little so that he can take off his boxers, and finally she gets to see it. It’s perfect, bigger than she expected, it looks painfully hard, precum leaking from the tip. He moves back to hover over her, lingering for a minute to take her in. She thinks there might be something almost sweet behind his expression.

“Just fuck me already” she smirks up at him and he rolls his eyes without even meaning to.

“Will you ever stop antagonizing me?”

“If you fuck me maybe?”

With that he leans down to capture her lips in a heated kiss, she can taste herself on his tongue as it tangles with hers. She can feel him push up against her, the head of his cock just teasing at her entrance before sinking in so slowly she was almost angry.

“Fuck Y/N, you feel so good, so fucking tight, so fucking wet for me” he’s whispering right into her hear and she can barely string together a sentence.

“Spencer, you’re so big, fill me up so good with your fingers, with your cock, fuck” as he starts to move they both start to lose it, her hands digging into his back, her nails sinking into his shoulders leaving small half-moons in his skin. He finally starts to build a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of her, filling the room with the pornographic sounds of skin on skin, coupled with their moans.

Once she can feel the familiar feeling building within her again she starts to lose control completely, her nails scratching marks into the expanse of Spencer’s back, hearing the little breathy gasps he lets out each time she does might be enough to make her cum all on their own.

“I’m close” she mewls, letting her head fall back against the pillow, exposing her neck, eyes screwing shut.

“Fuck, me too” he takes the opportunity presented to him, and wraps one of his hands around her neck, squeezing ever so slightly.

“Ahh, fuck” she breathes out with the little air that she has, “gonna cum” and she does, he can feel her tighten around his cock, her body writhing beneath his and arching up off he bed as he continues to fuck into her.

He’s following behind just a second later, spilling into her as he collapses back down, releasing his grip on her throat completely and settling on her chest.

They both take a moment. Melting into one another, steading out their breathing.

It’s Y/N who breaks the silence, “So you’ve always had a thing for my tits then?”

He cranes his neck up to look at her, “Shut up” he breathes, laying his head back down on her chest. She cards her fingers through his hair, smoothing it back down.

“Now you know how to make me.”

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[reidsnose]

hair tie

overview: spencer and the reader start carpooling to work together

genre: fluff!!

a/n: i really dont know if this one is any good i just thought the idea was cute but let me know what yall think :)

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spencer was startled by the sudden knock, guests were rare in his little apartment, let alone this early in the morning. a bit paranoid he put his hand over the gun attached to his hip, just in case.

what surprised him even more than the unexpected knock was seeing you through the peep hole when he got to the door.

"y/n? are you ok?" he worried, scanning you up and down quickly to make sure you weren't hurt.

"no um i'm ok," you nervously chewed on your lip, "i was going to call you but i don't have your cell yet. oh my gosh this is going to sound so weird."

you were relatively new to the BAU and they were all very welcoming. the only person who seemed a little bit more closed off was Spencer.

it was true, he was avoiding you a little bit, but only because you were the most beautiful human being he had ever seen; which only made you that much more intimidating. he was afraid. what if he said something stupid? what if the second he opened his mouth you started thinking he was just his IQ. but you were fully a part of the team now. he would have to at least be aquatinted with you.

"its ok, you can say it." he encouraged kindly, causing you to visibly relax.

"ok. oh before i ask i want to preface this by saying you could totally say no i completely understand its a super weird thing especially because we barely know each other." you took a breath as he nodded, a slightly amused smile toyed with his lips.

"i understand the implications. proceed." he mentally slapped himself for wording his thoughts like that.

"do you maybe.. wanna drive to work together? i heard you talking about how you take the train and i also heard that you have an aversion to germs and i drive by your apartment to get to work anyway so i-" you cut yourself off, looking up and seeing him staring at you wide eyed. "i'm sorry this is too weird i over stepped my boundaries and now you dislike me even more. i'm sorry for interrupting your morning. um, you're going to be late for work if i don't leave you alone so ill just- sorry. i'm sorry."

truthfully, this was one of the kindest things anyone has ever offered to do for him. and you offered it with genuine kindness, no ulterior motives to try and get something from him. he stood stunned. how were you so beautiful AND kind. and still somehow a little intimidating.

"we're gonna be late" he called out.

"what?" you turned, having already walked a couple steps from his apartment, your heart beating a bit faster at the sound of his voice.

"you said i'm going to be late. but were carpooling. so we'll both be late," he said matter-a-factly, grabbing his coat and satchel.

"YES!" you laughed, a cracking a wide smile and punching the air triumphantly.

you leaned against the railing of the stairs as you watched him lock up. he was tall and slender and very handsome. so handsome. not handsome like morgan, handsome in a way you were sure you'd never seen before. an incredibly unique and scarce handsomeness that only Spencer Reid had. you tried to forget those thoughts as he began walking towards you.

"i don't dislike you, by the way." he blurted as the two of you walked down the stairs. he felt bad that he made you think he isn't fond of you; the problem was he was too fond of you.

"oh! thats good i've been trying to think of every interaction we've ever had because i was afraid i might have said or done something."

"truth be told," he huffed out a breath, "i was kind of intimidated by you."

you laughed a real, genuine laugh from deep in your belly as you reached your car. the sheer coincidence of the situation as well as your entirely non intimidating nature was seriously laughable.

"you cant be serious! did Garcia tell you?" you asked, completely dumbfounded.

"tell me what?" he asked back, confusion lacing his voice.

"that i was intimidated by you!" you confessed.

"what? this guy in Texas called me a pipe cleaner with eyes! how could i have possibly intimidated you?"

he looked around your car trying to subtly profile you. thats when he noticed you had put hand sanitizer in the passenger side door. and you had pushed the seat back to accommodate for his long legs. it was just two little things, two ways you put a little extra effort in to make him feel welcome, but he was 100% positive if he thought about it too much he would cry. he felt the need to do something like this for you. not to get even or anything, but simply because he wanted to make you feel the way he felt right now.

"i don't know! you're so tall and smart and you seemed quiet but i guess thats only because you were avoiding me. are you sure garcia didnt tell you?" you laughed, watching the road.

now it was his turn to laugh, "no i swear, Garcia didn't say anything about that to me!"

The two of you continued driving, either talking or sitting in a comfortable silence. and this little carpool became a tradition. the two of you arriving and leaving work together every single day, causing the two of you to become closer.

you had to admit, every morning and evening you spent with Spencer made him just seem more and more perfect. unbeknownst to you, the exact same thing was happening with him.

he noticed, one day, as you were pulling your hair up to tie in a ponytail, your hands alternated searching your wrists for a hair tie but there wasn't one there. once he noticed it once, he started noticing it constantly. on a case, in the office, in the car, at a bar. you always seemed to forget your hair ties.

so he went to the store after you drive him home one day, and got a few packs of hair ties. after paying for them, he put one on each wrist and the rest in his satchel, so next time, when you needed one, he'd have it.

he felt like such a creep, constantly watching you to see when you would try to put your hair up. of course the rest of the team took notice, though they had noticed your obvious incline towards each other, Spencer was clearly acting a little weird.

and then it happened.

the two of you were partnered to go to the crime scene on a case, and you went to tie up your hair before you entered the scene. he could hardly contain his excitement, his mind moving a mile a minute trying to decide how he wanted to give you the hair tie. he watched one of your hands search your wrist, but this time it pulled off a little black band and started looping it around your hair.

he couldn't believe it. he finally had a chance to make you feel a portion of the way he felt when he saw your effort in making his car Spencer-friendly, and new he had to think of a new way to do it.

snap.

he looked over and saw you holding what used to be your hair tie, now no longer a band, but a completely useless elastic line.

"you've gotta be-" you muttered to yourself, but your sentence was interrupted as Spencer nonchalantly jutted his wrist towards you. "what are you doing?"

"take my hair tie." he stated simply, trying so hard not to blush. this became even harder as your fingers graced the skin of his wrist while you pulled the hair tie off.

"oh! thank you! you're a life saver!" you breathed, cracking a wide smile as you used it to tie your hair up.

you couldn't help the butterflies going absolutely insane in your stomach. why did he have a hair tie? does he tie his hair up sometimes? why have you never seen it up? you tried to suppress a smile, that would be completely inappropriate for a crime scene.

but you couldn't suppress the warm feeling in your chest. because that was always there when Spencer was around.

-

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[waitimcomingtoo]

Valentine’s Day Blues

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: In the midst of planning Valentine’s Day and his brothers party, Tom forgets your birthday

happy birthday to @bluelilly21 !! 🥳

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The first time you met Tom, you were crashing his brothers birthday party. In your defense, it was Valentine’s Day, as well as your birthday, and you didn’t want to be alone. So when your best friend said she was going with her boyfriend to some party, you tagged along.

“Hey mate. Thanks for the party. We’re gonna be heading out soon.” Tuwaine shouted over the music of Harry and Sam’s birthday party.

“Thanks so much for coming.” Tom said as he pulled him into a hug. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“You too, mate. Wait one second.” Tuwaine turned around and found his girlfriend in the crowd. “I want you to meet my girlfriend”.

“Hi. I’m Yara.” A girl came from behind Tuwaine and put her hand out to shake Tom’s.

“And I’m bored.” You announced as you stumbled into Yara’s arms. “Can we go, please?”

“In a minute.” She laughed as she held you up. “I haven’t said goodbye to everyone yet.”

“But I did and if I stick around it’ll be awkward.” You whined in her ear, making Tom laugh. Yara gave Tom a look that told him this wasn’t her first time having to take care of you.

“I said my goodbyes already. I could stay with you until Yara is done.” Tom offered. You picked your head off of Yara’s shoulder and squinted at Tom, finally noticing that he was standing there.

“Yeah. Why don’t you stay with Tom?” Yara spoke in a motherly tone as she helped you stand up straight.

“But I don’t know him.” You whispered to her, just loud enough for Tom to hear. He understood you not wanting to be left alone with a stranger while drunk, so he didn’t take any offense to it.

“He’s Tuwaine’s best friend.” She assured you. “I wouldn’t leave you alone with someone I didn’t trust.”

“Okay.” You sighed before facing Tom. “But don’t try anything. I have a gun.”

“She doesn’t.” Yara whispered behind her hand. “Play nice.”

“Bite me.” You nipped at her, making her laugh.

“I will.” She smiled and pulled you into a hug. “Love you, girl.”

“Love you.” You mumbled before letting her go. She disappeared back into the crowd, leaving you alone with Tom. You were a little too drunk to remember your manners, so you just stared at him, unapologetically sizing him up.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Tom.” Tom reached out to shake your hand.

“Y/n.” You told him as you dapped him up. Tom laughed a little at your movement and checked you out.

“How come I haven’t seen you before?” He asked, taking a step closer so you could hear him over the music.

“Excuse me.” You put on a voice. “I am homeless. I am gay. I have AIDS. And I’m new in town.”

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.” Tom frowned. “Do you need a place to sleep tonight?”

“Dude, I’m joking.” You laughed in shock. “Haven’t you heard of John Mulaney?”

“No.” Tom shook his head. “Is he your friend?”

“He’s a comedian.” You said like it was obvious. “Don’t they have comedy in England?”

“Our teeth are pretty funny looking.” Tom shrugged, making you smile.

“Hm.” You looked him up and down. “Cute and funny.”

“So how much of what you just told me was true?” Tom asked as he took a sip of his drink.

“Nothing except for the fact that I’m new in town.” You seemed to sober up a little. “But Yara and I go way back.”

“Same with me and Tuwaine.”

“I know. He’s been talking you up to me for a year now.” You chuckled as you pulled a water bottle out of your bag.

“Has he?” Tom raised an eyebrow. “What did he say?”

“That what you lack in height you make up for in charm.” You insulted him flirtatiously.

“What’s the verdict?” Tom stepped closer again. “Was he right?”

“You’d really let me sleep at your place if I was homeless?” You questioned him and you decided whether you liked him or not.

“I would.”

“Well, then he was right.” You batted your eyelashes and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “You’re definitely short.”

“Damn.” Tom shook his head as you pulled away laughing.

“I’m sorry.” You chuckled. “But you’re pretty charming as well.”

“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.” Tom flirted.

“Guess what?” You went up on your tip toes to whisper in his ear. “It’s my birthday today.”

“Is it really?” He asked. “It’s my brothers birthday too.”

“Isn’t this their party?” You realized, and Tom nodded. “I hope you don’t mind I tagged along with Yara. I just broke up with my boyfriend and I didn’t want to be alone.”

“I don’t mind at all.” Tom told you. “I’m sorry about your breakup. Now that I know you’re single, you know what it really makes me want to do?”

“What’s that?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Get you a cab and make sure you get home safe.” Tom smiled softly as you as he gave you a comforting squeeze on your arm.

“That would be lovely.” You said in appreciation. You took Tom by the hand and began to walk with him towards the exit. “I’m glad I met you Tom.”

“I’m glad I met you too, darling.”

You didn’t kiss him that night, though you wanted to. It took about a month of knowing each other for you to finally kiss him. But once you did, you were inseparable.

It was a full year since the party, meaning yours and the twins birthday had come around again. It was also Valentine’s Day, your very first one with Tom. You woke up before him and walked into the kitchen, smiling at the dozen roses he had set on the table. Next to the roses was a box of chocolates at your spot at the kitchen table, but no birthday card. You furrowed your eyebrows a little but didn’t have time to think about it when your phone rang. You answered it and thanked the person for the birthday wishes as Tom entered the room.

“Sorry.” You smiled as you put your phone down. “I had a phone call.”

“Good morning. Happy Valentine’s days.” Tom’s voice was husky with sleep as he pulled you into a long kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you too.” You smiled against his lips before kissing him again.

“I have to call my brothers before I forget.” Tom kissed your forehead before pulling away. “Then I’ll make you breakfast.”

“Yeah.” You narrowed your eyes at him to see if he was joking. “You wouldn’t want to forget a birthday.”

Tom didn’t take the hint as your phone began to ring again.

“Your phone is ringing again?” He raised his eyebrows. “Someone’s popular.”

“I guess I am.” You mumbled, realizing that he had indeed forgotten. You took your phone call and tried to give Tom the benefit of the doubt. It was his brothers birthday, after all. Maybe he was just waiting to say it to them first. You came back to the kitchen after the call just as Tom was putting pancakes on the table.

“There you are.” He grinned and made grabby hands at you. “I want to spend every second together until the party. It kinda sucks our first Valentine’s Day together is also my brothers birthday. I’d rather spend the day with you.”

“It’s okay.” You shrugged sadly. “Birthdays are important.”

“I know.” He ironically agreed. “Maybe we can leave early and have some alone time.”

“Sure baby.” You faked a smile. “Let’s just eat, okay?”

You didn’t want to fight with him, especially on Valentine’s Day, so you made peace and sat down with him to eat breakfast. You were hurt that he had forgotten your birthday, but he at least remembered Valentine’s Day. You decided that that was better than nothing and tried to push it from your mind.

Tom had a few last minute errands to run before his brothers party, which you were slightly relieved about. You didn’t really want to spend the day with him after he forgot your birthday. He kissed you goodbye multiple times, harping on how sorry he was to leave you on Valentine’s Day. You sighed deeply once he left, feeling tears threaten your eyes in his absence. Every time he mentioned the party or Valentine’s Day, you were reminded that he had forgotten about you.

Tom came home once you had already started getting ready. You had your dress on and were talking a phone call as he got dressed.

“Are you almost ready to go, love?” Tom asked as he buttoned his shirt.

“One minute.” You mouthed as you pointed to your phone. The conversation finished up quickly and you hung up.

“Did someone leak your phone number or something?” Tom wondered. “It’s been going off all day.”

“Oh, you know.” You shrugged, not wanting to start something. “It’s a special occasion.”

“Valentine’s day is not that special.” He laughed as he came behind you to look in the mirror. “But you look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” You smiled tightly as you put in your earrings. Tom went in to kiss you, but you moved so he’s only get your cheek. He clocked your strange behavior but shrugged it off as he grabbed his keys.

~

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH!” Yara screamed from across the room when she saw you at the party. She ran to you and threw her arms around you, squeezing you tightly. She kissed both your cheeks before placing a tiara on your head.

“There. So everyone knows you’re the birthday girl.” She smiled proudly as she fixed your hair.

“Thank you.” You grinned as you squeezed her hands. “I appreciate you.”

“Well it’s my best friends birthday. I had to do something.” She shrugged playfully. “What did Tom get you?”

“Tom forgot.” You blurted, trying to keep a straight face. “He hasn’t said anything yet.”

“What?” Yara’s face fell. “He threw his brothers this party but didn’t even wish you a happy birthday?”

“There’s a lot going on today.” You tried to defend him. “He wished me a happy Valentine’s Day. And he got me roses.”

“It’s your birthday.” She didn’t let up. “It is his girlfriends birthday. He should know that.”

“It’s okay.” You shrugged it off, but she could tell you were upset.

“It’s not.” She didn’t let up. “Where is he now?”

“Last time I saw him, he was with Tuwaine.” You told her. “I didn’t really want to be around him right now.”

“Good.” Yara nodded as she fixed your hair. “Leave him be until he figures it out.”

“Is that the birthday girl?” A familiar voice came from behind you, making you smile.

“Happy birthday, you two.” You greeted Sam and Harry as you handed them separate birthday cards.

“Happy birthday to you too, princess.” Harry teased as he flicked your tiara. They pulled you into a group hug that lingered while Sam rubbed your back.

“This is for you.” Sam handed you a card.

“And this is from us.” Harry winked as he handed you a small black box.

“Thanks guys.” You smiled in appreciation. “I put your gifts in the back room. Should I get them?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Sam waved his hand. “Open it.”

You opened the box and found a thin black brackets with a straight metal pendant. The pendant had dots and lines going across it, making you look at the twins in confusion.

“It says “Holland” is Morse code. We have them too.” Harry explained as he showed you his matching bracelet.

“It’s to show that you’re part of our family now.” Sam added. “So people know you’re our sister.”

“Thats…” ,you stared at the bracelet for a moment, feeling sentimental tears coming to your eyes, “that’s really sweet, guys. Thank you. That means a lot to me.”

You pulled them into another group hug before letting them get back to their party.

“They remembered.” Yara gave you a pointed look.

“I should probably get back to the party.” You changed the subject, not wanting to sit in self pity. “Thank you for the tiara. You’re the best best friend I could ask for.”

“You’re welcome.” Yara told you as she hugged you tightly. “Happy birthday. I’m sorry your boyfriend is dumb.”

You gave her a look before heading back to the main area of the party. The second you saw Tom, you felt a disappointment in your stomach. He was laughing and having a good time while you were upset. You wished you didn’t care as much as you did, but you were hurt. He had forgotten your birthday and didn’t seem to care.

“Hey. There you are.” Tom smiled when he spotted you, already tipsy as he tried to hug you. “Are you enjoying the party?”

“Yeah.” You said flatly and moved away from him. “I’m gonna go get a drink.”

Tom pouted briefly at your odd behavior as Yara and a friend of yours approached him.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” Your friend, KC, shouted over the music.

“She just left to get a drink.” Tom told her. “She’ll be back soon.”

“Good.” KC nodded. “I have to wish her happy birthday. I called her first thing this morning but I want to tell her in person.”

“It’s my brothers birthday, actually.” Tom corrected her. “They’re over by the pool table.”

“I know.” She laughed shortly. “But it’s Y/n’s birthday too.”

“She’s a Valentine’s baby.” Yara said sweetly while shooting daggers at Tom. “Isn’t that so cute?”

“What?” Tom jutted his head back. “It’s not her birthday. Her birthday is-“

“Today.” KC raised an eyebrow at Tom. “Did you not know?”

“I think he knew.” Yara stated with a hand on her hip. “He just forgot.”

“Oh no. I’m such an asshole.” Tom covered his mouth with his hand. “I can’t believe I forgot her birthday.”

“She couldn’t believe it either.” Yara shrugged. “You’re not gonna live this one down. This is exactly what happened last time.”

“Don’t say that.” KC said in a hushed tone, making Tom grow concerned.

“What do you mean?” Toms eyes darted between the two of them. “What happened last time?”

“Her ex did this last year and she was totally devastated.” KC told him. “He texted her “happy v day” and did nothing all day. They didn’t last a day after that.”

“Really? That’s why they broke up?” Tom began to panic. He knew about the ex, but you had never told him why you broke up.

“Yeah. She felt ignored.” Yara said unsympathetically towards Tom. “She was crying at my apartment until I brought her to your brothers party. That’s when you met, dummy.”

“Oh no.” Tom whined and looked around for you. “Do you think she’ll forgive me?”

“I’m not so sure.” KC shook her head.

“Why do you say that?” Tom panicked at her confidence.

“Because I’m pretty sure she just left.” KC said as she pointed behind Tom. Tom wiped around right as you walked out the door. Harry and Sam were standing near by, still waving to you as you left. Tom rushed over to them, already seeing the disappointment on their faces before he got there.

“Dude, what did you do?” Harry asked, a little annoyed with Tom. “You didn’t wish Y/n a happy birthday?”

“You literally met on her birthday last year.” Sam added. “How could you forget that?”

“I don’t know!” Tom groaned, angry with himself. “It completely slipped my mind. I got her chocolates and roses though.”

“For Valentine’s Day.” Harry interjected. “Not her birthday. You’ve been together for almost a year and you didn’t wish her happy birthday. That’s cold, mate.”

“What did she say to you guys?” Tom asked. “Was she upset?”

“She was crying.” Sam told him, making Tom hang his head in shame.

“I gotta go.” Tom decided. “I have to make it up to her.”

“You can try.” Harry shrugged. “I don’t really think she wants to talk to you.”

“And I don’t really blame her.” Sam mumbled under her breath. Tom let out another sigh before getting his things and leaving the party. He stopped by the store to get a few things before driving home to you.

~

Once Tom got home, he peered around a wall and found you sitting on the couch reading a book. He took a deep breath before putting on his most apologetic smile.

“Happy birthday.” Tom said weakly as he presented you with a cupcake. He sat down on the couch next to you but you didn’t budge.

“Who told you?” You asked without looking up. Tom sighed and set the cupcake on the coffee table so he could talk to you.

“Yara.” He admitted, and you nodded like you were expecting that. You continued to read your book, putting a nervous feeling in Toms stomach.

“I’m so sorry, princess.” He apologized as he put a hand on your knee. “I completely forgot.”

“I noticed.” You replied coldly, removing his hand.

“How can I make it up to you?” He asked sweetly, hoping you’d give a little.

“It’s fine.” You sighed. “There was a lot going on today. It’s Valentine’s Day and it’s your brothers birthday. And hey, at least you remembered those.”

“It’s not fine.” He frowned. “I can tell you’re upset. I’m so sorry.”

You finally put your book down and stared straight ahead, not knowing what you wanted to say yet.

“I am upset.” You said, like you were admitting it to yourself. “And I’m not sure why.”

“Because I forgot your birthday.” Tom reminded you quietly.

“But it’s only your first offense.” You thought out loud. “This is just strike one.”

“What?” Tom furrowed his eyebrows. “I’m not following, love.”

“I’m trying to say that you’ve been a really good boyfriend so far.” You finally looked at him. “You pay attention and communicate your feelings and go out of your way to make me happy. You have been a picture perfect boyfriend for the past year and all the sudden…”

“I fucked up.” Tom finished your sentence for you. You laughed softly and nodded.

“Yeah.” You agreed. “So I’m not sure how to react. On the one hand, you forgot my birthday. On the other hand, you were busy all day getting me roses and chocolates and throwing an amazing party for your brothers because that’s the kind of guy you are. Should I be mad that you’re so thoughtful that you took too much on?”

“Are you asking me?” He laughed a little.

“I am.” You softened up and smiled at him. “Because I don’t know what to do. I’m upset you forgot my birthday, but I also know why you forgot. So I’m at a bit of a crossroads right now.”

“Well, the party was no excuse to forget.” Tom didn’t let himself off the hook. “I should have remembered.”

“Yes, you should have.” You agreed. “But this has happened to me before. And the last time it happened, I didn’t get an apology and a cupcake.”

“Yara told me about your ex.” Tom said softly as he put his hand on your knee again. This time, you let him. “I’m not like him.”

“I know you’re not.” You smiled weakly. “You’ve spent the past year proving to me that you’re nothing like him. So yes, I’m upset. But I’m also ready to forgive you.”

“You are?” He asked hopefully, leaning closer to silently ask for a kiss.

“I am.” You accepted his kiss and he smiled in relief. “Just don’t do it again.”

“I won’t.” He promised. “Thank you for forgiving me. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled at him. “Now give me that cupcake.”

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I'm sorry but i'm addicted to our boy Spamton- I have a little unique request here. So this takes place where Spamton just moves in the Queen's mansion, he meets the reader and immediately falls for their kind words and gestures. Weeks pass, and he goes to see them, but catches them talking and hanging out with Swatch.. He gets really jealous to the point of changing his style to match Swatch's

"Oh [y/n]! Have You Met Our Newest Guest?"

"Uh, I don't believe-"

"He's An Interesting Addison Who Made A Big Name For Himself! Ohohoho!" Queen laughed joyously, pausing to sip her glass of battery acid. "I Wonder How He Got So Rich...No Matter. As My Peon, I Order You Greet Him......Whenever It's Convenient For You."

"Sure thing. I'll go now." With a respectful nod, you set off to the mansion's guest chambers to meet this newcomer. You've lived here for a long time--and somewhat reluctantly since Queen decided to make you one of her peons one day. But life was actually pretty good.

It wasn't like you had anything better to do, so if she needed someone to help her with plans that..didn't seem all-that urgent, you'll offer your assistance. She let you stay in the mansion for free and never made you do anything if you weren't feeling up to it.

For a tyrannical ruler she was rather kind.

Yet you didn't wanna take advantage of her hospitality, so you'd just listen to whatever she says. And if she wants you to meet this celebrity as part of her endless lists of requests, then you'll happily oblige. But you were eager too since you've seen his face on TV a lot. It felt like an honor.

After wandering the corridors of deactivated puzzles, Mona Lisa-esque portraits, and meticulously-placed pottery, you finally arrived at the guest rooms. You hummed a small tune as you passed by each one, stopping when you noticed one door was open.

Peeking inside, you saw the Addison still setting up things. A phone was tucked between his shoulder and ear as he moved a box whilst rambling to whoever was on the other end of the line.

"Yea! I promise I won't let you down, okay? Soon I'll be bigger than ever before! I know I'm already a big shot but....haha, yeah, I shouldn't get carried away. Okay. Right..we'll discuss more of this tomorrow. Thanks!"

After hanging up the phone and returning it to the receiver, he finally noticed you and smiled. "Hey, hey! Haven't seen your face around here yet. But surely you know mine, right?"

"Yeah." You smiled, not wanting to shy away from talking with him. "Spamton, right?"

"Everybody's favorite number-one rated salesman!!" He laughed. "It's good you know me..'cuz soon ALL of Cyber World will know my name! It's a pleasure to meet you...?"

"[Y/n]. I'm one of Queen's peons." You shook his hand politely. The energy that radiated from him was so bright. Just as much as his pearly smile was.

Stepping inside, you glanced around at the luxurious furniture. He definitely got the higher-class rooms, with the addition of a large window that showed the neon green meridians that stretched across the night sky. It was certainly a beautiful view to fall asleep to. "Need help unpacking?"

"Oh--sure!!" At first Spamton seemed surprised by your offer, but he nodded. "If you want, be my guest. And while we unpack, I gotta ask you..how's it being Queen's peon?"

............

Weeks passed, and you've gotten to know Spamton more and more. You realized he was actually a sweet down-to-earth guy all around. Although he was on the phone a lot, he'd make time to hang out with you, so you two became fast friends.

He was truly living the best life. Posters of his car advertisements were littered all over the city, and the Swatchlings attended to his every need. Though one thing was hard to admit, even when it seemed like he had it all:

You were his only friend now that everyone else is intimidated by his status--as they would shy away from conversing with him--and the Addisons, well, abandoned him out of jealousy.

Obviously that made him worry about driving you away, especially when he's on the phone nonstop. But...the fact you've been so kind to him in every word and gesture, treating him like a regular person and not some untouchable celebrity, was quite endearing. Most admired him for his products, not his personality.

Your kindness made him fall for you hard and fast, ever since day one. He wasn't sure if this was a good idea; to let it get in the way of his business.

But what the hell? He was a big shot! He can afford to go a bit bigger and take more risks. Living in this mansion with someone who loved him would be the perfect dream.

There was a much bigger dream that his valued caller insisted he focused on, but that can come later.

So this morning, Spamton set out to find you to address these feelings once and for all. Yet he was rather nervous. Addisons were most confident in selling products, not so much...everything else. But he didn't wanna back down. He kept smiling no matter what.

As he checked inside the color café that he usually frequented, he saw you eating at the table. He noticed you weren't alone but with Swatch, talking and...

Laughing with them?

And just like that, his smile faded much like his hope.

Of course, the head butler had their ways to swoon people. He tried not to think of it as anything more than just their personality. It's just their way to entice returning customers.

That's all...right?

Spamton ducked behind one of the displays, listening in on your conversation to determine if he should proceed or not.

"By the way, we've known each other for a while and..I've always wanted to ask you something.."

"Yes? What is your inquiry?"

He held his breath. This is exactly what he feared. Knowing that you've been here longer, it's obvious you'd be closer to that damn bird-

"Your outfit."

Then he exhaled shakily, relieved. 'What are you getting so worked up for, idiot?' He thought in the back of his mind, but he continued eavesdropping.

"Did the Queen make it or give it to you? It's very stylish and really makes you stand out from the other Swatchlings."

"Ah, in fact I decided this look for myself." Swatch chuckled softly, raising a wing to adjust their glasses. "The tailor did marvelous work with my vision: black suit, tinted glasses. Very fashionable, is it not?"

"It is. I like it a lot."

"Why thank you. I see why our Lady Grace admires you. Just for that compliment, I'll give you a discount on any of our products in the gift shop."

"Should be every day if you ask me." You joked, earning another chuckle from them.

Seeing all of this and the way you two spoke like close friends was a jab in Spamton's heart-shaped object. 'So [y/n] likes people who stand out? Well I can stand out, too..' He thought bitterly as he stormed out of the shop without either of you knowing he was there.

Why should he settle with being a blank-slate Addison like the rest of them? He didn't consider himself one anymore.

Today, he told his valued caller, he was gonna be a whole new person.

It would help him get closer to both of his dreams, but there was only one on his mind now.

............

Later that night as you were getting ready for bed, you heard a knock at the door. You huffed in annoyance, assuming Queen needed you for something.

She had a knack for disturbing you at ungodly hours. But knowing better than to ignore her, you went to answer the door anyways-

To some strange black-haired guy in a black suit and white turtleneck sweater.

"Hi, um...can I help you?"

"[Y/n]? It's me."

"....wait....Spamton?"

"Yeah!" The salesman laughed, throwing his arms out and making a pose. "Whatdya think of me now?"

Perplexed, you looked him up and down. He ditched the lime-green pants, instead wearing white trousers. And his hair was slicked back. But what was most peculiar about him were his glasses, tinted with pink and yellow lenses.

Had you not known any better, you would've thought Swatch suddenly shrunk and became robotized.

"Cool but..you kinda look like Swatch a little bit. Was that on purpose?" You mused.

"...haha....yeah uh..funny story. Um.." He dropped the act, losing his trademark grin as he wondered how to explain himself and this sudden transformation. You could tell he wanted to talk inside the room, so you let him in and shut the door.

"I don't recall Queen mentioning any costume contest-"

"It's not a costume." He muttered, uncomfortably rubbing his hands together as he looked at you with sadness. "This is who I am now. The new me."

"..huh? You serious?" When he nodded, you frowned slightly. "I'm confused. You don't look like an Addison anymore-"

"That's the point...! I...I don't wanna be associated with them anymore. I decided to stand out, y'know? If you're gonna be a big shot, ya gotta stand out from the crowd!" He forced a laugh that sounded rather glitchy.

You didn't buy it. It wasn't like him to do this out of the blue.

"Spamton, why imitate Swatch of all people? And why out of the blue like this? I mean..I don't mind if you like their style. But I didn't even recognize you until you spoke."

Try as he might, he couldn't make any better excuses. So seeing that he was cornered made him finally admit his jealousy, overhearing your conversation with Swatch while he was browsing--when he really wasn't, but he didn't wanna come off as creepy.

His voice glitched further due to stress, accidentally blurting out some kind of...flirtatious term as he explained how much you meant to him since day one.

You weren't sure if he meant to say "hot single" on purpose. Though you were flattered that such a famous guy like him...actually had a crush on you, an ordinary Darkner who just fetched the Queen's stick wherever she threw it.

You found it hard to believe he thought of you that way..so you kept your own feelings buried. So to see that it's mutual was a relief, and it made you smile.

Spamton, on the other hand, was stressing the hell out. So much so he didn't even see your smile. He just saw himself being stupid the more he rambled on.

It was such a stupid, stupid reason to get insecure--to the point of changing his entire appearance without warning. All because you were friends with a butler who was doing their job???

How selfish can he get when he already had everything he wanted and more?

When he did acknowledge your small smile, he thought you were holding yourself back from laughing. But you had every right to laugh and call him a joke for thinking this will get your attention.

As he finished talking, he could see your smile fade and huffed. He waited for you to tell him how stupid he looks and to go back to being the plain old Addison you met.

Instead of ridiculing him you...hugged him?

At this point you were sitting on the bed together. Of course yours wasn't as massive as his was, but it was big enough for you two to share.

"Spammy, I'm flattered you like me in that way but...you didn't have to do all of this to get my attention. I promise there's nothing going on between Swatch and I. We're just friends. They're not replacing you or anything."

"I know, it's just.." Taking off the glasses, he set them aside before hugging you tightly, head buried in your chest. "I don't wanna lose the only person in this damn place who makes me feel like myself. Who loves me for me, not my success. And...I-I felt like I had to change something about myself to make sure of that."

"Well..you don't need to change anymore. I love you no matter what you look like."

He blinked, his face turning as red as his cheeks.

You could sense his embarrassment from the way he tensed up in your arms and chuckled, patting his hair softly. "Just..don't feel pressured to change for me..or anybody for that matter, okay? Or at least let me know if you're gonna change things up again."

"You don't think..I look stupid or creepy like this?"

"No. Honestly you look pretty handsome. Black hair suits you well."

Hearing those words made him breathe a small sigh of relief. He nodded and hugged you tighter.

His new looks were staying for good.

[idy-ll-ique]

Things I Like About You.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, fluff, fluff

Warnings: mentions of nightmares

Requested: nope

Summary: Bucky makes a list of 18 things that he likes about Y/N, starting with her voice.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! idk how this idea came to me but I decided to proceed with it anyway lmao. enjoy!

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The first thing he liked about her was her voice. Just smooth, soft, a little raspy but it made his heart flutter as he walked to the communal area with Steve, his best friend. As they neared the room her voice became louder, turned more melodic. Singing, she was singing a song. A wave of pleasure washed over him when he heard her but he concealed it easily.

The second thing he liked about her was her face. When he and Steve walked into the communal area her back was to them, and she was still singing. For a minute they just listened as Y/N hit all the notes correctly; only then did Steve cut her off by clearing his throat. She whirled around and his breath caught in his lungs.

She had the most gorgeous eyes he had ever seen on anyone. They were simply perfect and when they narrowed as she smiled widely, he was done for. Her nose was perfect, her pretty lips were perfect, her teeth were perfect, her hair was perfect and literally everything else about her was just perfect. "Hi Steve, Mr Barnes!" She greeted them enthusiastically.

That was the third thing he liked about her, her personality. She was not too loud, not too quiet, not too brazen, not too prude… simply marvellous. "Hey, Y/N! You can call him Bucky, you know." She glanced at him and his eyes went wide on their own accord as he nodded, agreeing with Steve. Then she gave him another smile.

Oh boy, I'm in trouble. "Fine, Bucky. It's very nice to meet you." She held her hand out and that was the fourth thing he liked about her; the feel of her skin. Just like her voice, her skin was smooth and buttery, so soft that for a moment, he almost didn't want to blemish her beautiful skin by touching her. But he still gingerly took her hand, shaking it.

He did not trust his voice; he knew that if he tried to speak, he'd just squeak out some nonsense. Where is my 40s charm?! Just when you need it… He gave her a polite nod as they shook hands and Steve sighed on his right. "Sorry, it takes him a while to, you know, speak in front of the others…" Y/N waved him off easily.

"I understand, Steve. Let him take his time, no rush." She gave him another smile and this time, he found himself smiling back. "Your smile is wonderful," she told him, which caused his smile to widen involuntarily. "So is yours," he rasped and there it was: the fifth thing he liked about her. Her blush. She went red and rubbed the back of her neck.

"Thank you, Bucky." He had never liked his name more. "Well, now that you two have been introduced, I guess I can go. Think you can take it from here, Buck?" He nodded but the truth was that no, no he couldn't take it. Alone with her? What if he did something embarrassing and drove her off? "Shall we sit?"

She gestured to the couches and he nodded, both of them sitting next to each other. The sixth thing he liked about her, her posture. Back straight, ankles crossed, hands folded neatly on her lap, she looked like a Royal. There were no words spoken in the first five minutes but Y/N didn't get up, she knew it always took him some time. She'd be there for him.

"You sing wonderfully," he blurted out and she turned to look at him with the smile he was quickly getting obsessed with. I'm gonna have to make her smile more often. "Oh, thank you so much!" He gave her a smile of his own and looked down at his lap. "How are you doing today?" He looked back up. "I'm doing well, you?" She nodded and giggled.

"Sorry, didn't know what else to ask." The seventh thing he liked about her, her giggle. Her laugh, in general. "It's okay, darling," he grinned lazily and watched as she blushed again at the nickname. Maybe he won't embarrass himself after all. "So, are you new on the team?" he asked her and she shook her head.

"I'm not on the team, actually. I'm just good friends with the Avengers, I don't fight. I own a bakery down the street," she told him and he hummed. "A bakery? Sounds just as sweet as you," he flirted easily and watched how she went red again. "You're too flattering," she mumbled and he shook his head. "You deserve it."

"I was actually wondering when I'd get to meet you, but Steve told me I'd have to wait before you were ready," she blurted out, suddenly nervous. He cleared his throat and looked away. "Sorry." She placed a hand on his shoulder and his head snapped towards her, making her drop her hand. But he gently took it and returned it to his shoulder, giving her a shy smile.

"Hey, no, don't apologize. I have a PhD in Psychology, you know, I know you needed time. I was willing to wait longer," she told him and he felt his heart flutter. Mama, I found my wife. "You have a PhD and yet you opened a bakery?" She flushed deeper. "I just like baking. I have had my bakery before I even started my first year at the university."

"That's wonderful. So, uh, the Avengers, they visit often?"

"Yes, oh my God! After every damn mission. Steve and Sam were there the last time, yesterday, when they came back. Finished two dozen of my muffins, had to bake more in the middle of the night to restock." The eighth thing he liked about her, the way she complained, how her nose scrunched and she pulled a face.

He couldn't help but laugh. "They do have a sweet tooth," he pointed out and there it was; the ninth thing he liked about her— her pout. "Still! I lost a lot of sleep," she huffed. "I'd like to visit your bakery too, doll. Have an address?" She immediately reached into the pocket of her jeans, pulling out a slightly crumpled business card.

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry!" she hissed, noticing the state her card was in but he didn't care in the least. I'm going to keep this paper with me till the end of my life. "It's not a problem at all, doll." Then he examined the card, smirking at the name of the bakery. "The Sweet Spot, huh? Wonder where yours is," he spoke effortlessly, eyes still on the card.

He heard a choking noise and turned to see Y/N laughing behind her hands, barely able to contain herself. "Aren't you just smooth, Barnes," she replied evenly and all he wanted to do at the moment was haul her over his shoulder, take her to his bedroom and never leave. "I was known to be quite charming in the 40s," he winked and she giggled more.

"I would've loved to see that." Soon, she checked her watch and clicked her tongue, standing up. "My bakery opens in 15 minutes, I have to go. It was nice to meet you, Bucky." She simply stood there, fidgeting and that worried him. "Doll?" Her eyes met his. "Sorry, um, I was thinking… should I hug him or shake his hand? Probably should've—"

Without another word he pulled her in his arms and the tenth thing he liked about her? Her hugs. She easily slid her arms around his torso, pressed her face into his chest— being shorter than him— and squeezed. His vibranium hand cradled her head and the flesh one went around her shoulder, returning the squeeze.

The hug was longer than necessary, not that either of them complained. When she pulled away, both of them exchanged huge smiles. He felt lighter and happier than he had in years, even though he was attending therapy now. "Bye, Bucky! See you later!" Oh see you later alright, he visited the bakery just an hour later.

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A sharp knock on the door to her apartment startled her. She checked the time; it was 2 am. Dread filled her entire body as she slowly made her way to the living room, peeking out of the peephole. The dread washed away entirely as she opened the door and swiftly pulled the man inside, shutting the door behind him.

"Bucky?"

"I needed you," he spoke hoarsely. Y/N noticed the dark circles under his eyes, his bloodshot eyes, his tousled hair and his dirty clothes. He had been gone on a mission for the past 5 months; they met 7 months ago. 5 months? Who has a mission that long? The Avengers, that's who. Bucky and Y/N had bonded quite well in the small amount of time.

There were many more things he realized he liked about her; her dancing, her cooking, her apartment, the smell of her laundry detergent, her caring nature, her jokes, her— "Bucky? Bubba, did you hear me?" He blinked a few times and offered her a sheepish smile, shaking his head. "I said, take a bath. I'll leave you some clothes outside."

He agreed instantly and went to her bathroom, hopping in for a quick wash. He cleaned himself with her body wash; it smelled like lavender that calmed him. He had missed her a lot. On the way back home all he could think about was her. He wanted— no, he needed to hold her as he slept to ensure he didn't wake up screaming.

After the shower as he put on the clothes she left for him, he realized something. Walking into the only bedroom in the apartment he saw her looking up from her phone. "Yes, Buck?" He hadn't permitted Sam to call him that, even though he had known the man longer than he had Y/N. "Are these Steve's clothes?"

She went pink and stammered. Bucky's brows furrowed. "Are you dating Steve?" he blurted out and her eyes went wide. "No, I've never dated Steve. It's just that… one time he was on a mission and he needed some place to hide and live for a few days. He lived with me. He left his bag behind and I kept the clothes, for situations like these."

He could tell she was telling the truth. The seventeenth thing he liked about her was her honesty. "Oh, okay." Suddenly a smirk came over her face, which made him nervous. "Were you jealous, Barnes?" It was his turn to blush and he went 10 shades darker than she had. "I— I mean, I— I wasn't, I— I was—" he stammered and she laughed.

"I was kidding! Get in the bed, we're going to sleep." He felt nervous again. "I, um, actually had a… favour, if it's not much, uh, if you don't agree I'll take the couch I promise, but I—" She shushed him. "Spit it out." He exhaled. "Can I… maybe… snuggle with you? While we sleep? Please?" He sounded so soft that all Y/N wanted to do was tell him how much she liked him and cuddle him to death.

"Of course! If it makes you feel better, sure, we can do that. Get in." He took off his t-shirt, hurriedly explaining that he couldn't sleep in them but she brushed him off. He got into the bed next to her and tentatively held his hand out, grinning to himself when she snuggled into his side with a soft sigh.

"You're so warm. It's perfect," she breathed out. Bucky never wanted to let go. "Goodnight, doll," he whispered and pressed a soft kiss to her head as both of them drifted off to dreamland. Bucky dreamt of her. The seventeen things he liked about her as of yet, with many more to come. Like maybe the way she tasted.

The way she would feel under him, around him… He gulped and rid himself of the thoughts; he didn't want a boner right now. You've known this woman for 7 months! Calm down, horny. That night, he slept like a baby, his firm hold on Y/N never wavering. Somewhere during the night her face had pushed itself in the crook of his neck, not that he cared.

One of his hands had landed on her butt while the other cradled her head again. Not that she cared. The next morning, Y/N was the first one up. She tried to get up from the bed but Bucky whined, actually whined underneath her. "Don't go." She giggled and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. "I need to use the bathroom."

Blinking a bit at the unexpected kiss (not that it wasn't welcome), it took him a few minutes to process her words. He let her go then, falling back asleep. He was tired; if he could, he wouldn't wake up for another 2 weeks. Y/N smiled softly when she came out of the bathroom, he looked so peaceful. Let him stay a while longer. She went to make herself some breakfast.

15 minutes into the process Bucky showed up, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

He buried his face in the side of her neck, leaving tiny kisses. "I thought you'd like to sleep longer," Y/N offered, one hand squeezing his arm. "It wasn't the same without you." She giggled as he pulled away, giving him another kiss on the cheek. "You sure know how to flatter women," she snorted and he grinned.

"Not just any woman, you in particular," he winked, sitting down at the dining table as Y/N brought over 2 plates of pancakes. "Consider me impressed, James," she teased back. "When does the bakery close?" he questioned as they both ate. "5 pm, why?" "I'm taking you out on a date," he said confidently.

"What time?"

"6:30?"

"Cool."

After they finished eating, they cleaned up for the day and left her apartment. Bucky offered to drop her to her bakery and she readily agreed, both of them walking down the street hand-in-hand. "I've been wanting to ask you out ever since we met," he confessed and she turned to him. "So have I," she chuckled and he looked at her, another grin forming on his face.

Soon, they reached the bakery and stood outside, simply staring at each other. "So, uh, I guess I'll—" The rest of the sentence caught in her throat as Bucky leaned forward and kissed her deeply. He couldn't hold himself back any longer. Y/N kissed back, smiling when he pulled away. "Can't wait for 6:30," she whispered.

"Neither can I."

And as he walked back towards the Compound, he thought about her, the eighteenth thing he liked about her (her kisses) and the many more things he was sure he was going to like about her in the upcoming months.

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A/N: Leave a like if you enjoyed, thanks for reading!

[sunflowerbecca]

lovers or not ✰ kiara carrera

summary: you’re best friends with kie and while you have feelings for her you never think that a relationship would be possible, but little do you know she feels the same way.

notes: this is very loosely based off ‘high school lover’ by Cayucas!

requested: yes/no

warnings: I don’t think there’s any, let me know if you find any!

Are you going to the party on Saturday?

She asked us if I didn't know

See, ever since I saw you on the back of some guy's bicycle

Well, I've been feeling kinda so-so

“Are you planning on going to the kegger this weekend that’s the guys are throwing?” Kie asks you as she storms into your bedroom, shutting the wooden door behind her.

“Eh, I don’t know. Also what happened to hello?” You roll over from your spot on your bed to face her. She immediately waltzes over to your closet and pulls open the door. The sound of hangers hitting against each other as she sifts through your clothes can be heard within the small room.

“I just don’t want to go and then have the boys ditch me and end up alone with some touron or something, that’s why I want you to come.” Kie announces. Yeah, that’s definitely why I want you to come, the girl thinks, not because I want to hang out with you without the boys.

“I guess I could come… but,” you drag the word out slightly, “I want to go to the Wreck first to get food.” Kie briefly steps out of the closet to look at you on the bed as her face contours to an exaggerated ‘thinking’ face.

“I guess I can meet your demands. Plus my dad wants to see you again, he misses you.”

“Aw I feel so loved. Tell him I miss him too when you go home.”

“Yeah I will.” The girl pauses and turns back to your closet, a lavender coloured tank top catching her eye. She quickly grasps the wooden hanger and pulls it out, holding it in the air as she moves to stand in front of you.

“Now why don’t you ever wear this shirt, you would look so hot!” I just want to see you in it, her thoughts scream out.

So girl, don't act so surprised

Got that look in your light blue eyes, you can stop pretending

Yeah, I been watching the movie all along

Wondering if there was gonna be an ending

To the story, to the story, to the story, I guess I'll never know

The bonfire rages as its surrounded by many intoxicated teenagers. A speaker loudly emits some sort of pop music on the beach, yet it seems quiet compared to the loud voices of the teens. Earlier in the night you decided to wear the purple tank top she was talking about previously, this made her heart start racing. Her chest pounded as you and her sit together on a log with your knees and shoulders touching. Both of you are already drunk but continue to hold solo cups filled to the brim with beer, laughing at each others bad jokes.

"You know what I think?" You ask while laughing slightly.

"What do you think?" Kiara questions.

"I think we should date!"

"What?"

"Yeah! You, me, us, y'know." You enunciate, gently knocking her shoulder with yours. She pauses for a moment before smiling slightly and replying.

"I think I agree."

"Oh I absolutely bet you do Miss Carrera."

"Here," Kie starts, "cheers to us." You both share a laugh before holding up your cups in a mock salute to one another.

Suddenly you hear JJ and John B yelling your name from the other side of the bonfire. The two boys gesture for you to follow them as they point to a touron innocently standing on the outskirts of the party. You stand and turn to look at Kie before blurting out something about a bet with JJ before quickly disappearing into the crowd, your earlier conversation already forgotten.

See, I was running as fast as I could

Saying the things I thought I should, but it was just a little too slow

Oh, Elizabeth, don't keep me guessin'

“Oh shit, she’s hot.”

“Huh?” Kiara questions, turning around from the front of the boat to see where you’re looking.

“See? Right there?” You point towards a girl who’s standing on the edge of the nearby dock. Kie makes a small noise of affirmation before moving back to her previous position.

“Still not as hot as you Kie, don’t worry, i’m still in love with you.” You announce before quickly continuing your thoughts, “Do you want to stop to buy beer before we pick up the guys or after?”

No response comes from the other girl, still thinking about your nonchalant previous declaration of love for the girl. She questions if you’re serious and contemplates asking but ultimately decides against it. You’ve been making remarks similar to this for the past few weeks but she can’t tell your intentions from them. Her thoughts are interrupted by something hitting her shoulder, jolting her out of her own mind.

“What?” She turns to you seeing your arm raised, the result from you throwing your shoe to get her intention.

“I asked if you wanted to get beer before or after we get the guys. I think we should wait because then Pope can’t complain again that we made bad decisions and went without him to the store.”

“Uh yeah, sure. Sounds good.” She replies before handing you back your shoe. God I just don’t know what your play is Kie thinks.

I opened up the door and saw you undressin’

The words came out, one after another

You should have been my high school lover, oh

Kiara turns towards her bedroom door as it is slammed open, you rushing your way inside before closing it behind you. The girl quickly pulls up her shirt to cover her chest as she was in the middle of putting on her bathing suit.

“What are you doing?” Kie exclaims, looking at you in shock. You whip around to look at her before realizing that you walked in on her changing. Your eyes begin to roam as you stare at the girl.

“Uh, hello!”

“Right sorry.” You say before spinning around to face the door.

“God what’s your problem anyway.”

“I just had some good news, I didn’t know you would be changing!”

“Just stay there for a second.” She mumbles as you hear her rustling around in her dresser.

“If it’s any consolation you look hot by the way.”

“Dude!”

You shoulda been my, oh, oh, oh

High school lover

The evening breeze is chilling as it flows through the yard, making the two teens move closer to each other to keep warm. Earlier you brought up the idea of stargazing in the yard of the chateau, laying out on an old blanket together. However your plans changed as now you and Kie are cuddling underneath the blanket due to the unexpected cool weather. Your hands are intertwined as you lean your head against her shoulder.

“Hey Kie?” You start as your gaze stays on the night sky. The girl hums in response as she awaits your question.

“Do you,” You pause as your pulse quickens, “Do you like me?”

“Of course I like you.”

“No, but do you like me like me?” Kiara waits a moment before responding, thinking about her answer.

“I do. Do you like me?”

“Yeah.”

“Should we do something about it?”

“I guess.” You laugh pulling back to look up at her as she turns her head to look at you. Slowly you both move closer, going in for a simple kiss. However you are quickly interrupted by John B, JJ, and Pope standing on the porch.

Mixed yells come from the boys, “Finally!” and “Took you long enough!” ring out in the small yard. You and Kie, embarrassed, pull the blanket over your heads. Both of you begin to laugh as you look at each other. You shake your head before making a move once again, reaching your hand up to move a piece of hair from her forehead. Kiara shifts forward, about to try to kiss you again when a body falls on top of you both.

They pull the blanket from where it sits, revealing your faces to the group. JJ lies smirking across you both, John B and Pope also rush over to join the pile.

“Are you guys serious?”

“Oh my god!” Kie exclaims pushing JJ away from her.

“You guys are so annoying.”

“We’ve been waiting for this for 3 years!” Pope says in reply, “I’m just glad you finally realized that you both like each other.”

“What do you mean 3 years?” Kiara asks, looking towards you in confusion. You look away from her smiling, hearing JJ start talking once again.

“Are you kidding me? They told us they liked you when we were like 12 and I honestly thought-”

“JJ!”

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