#are about being in love. i swear to god sometimes. we’re hanging out and i realize i have quite literally rendered him speechless by doing

[pansyfemme]

good morning world i love being in an incredibly mutual but completely ‘too gay to function’ relationship these days

[hysteria-things]

✿ PROMISE? ✿ PART ONE.

ʚ♡ɞ 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 ʚ♡ɞ

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: chris x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: guess who’s back in town: the sturniolo triplets. it’s for their birthday party their parents are throwing, the same party your parents force you to go to.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,054

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: we’re locked in on the series, folks!

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐆𝐎 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐘 without seeing something along the lines of the sturniolo triplets, and it fucking pisses you off. your parents went to high school with theirs and were really close. your mom got pregnant with you around the same time marylou got pregnant with the triplets, your “best friends.”

the same triplets that left you months ago because of their career of being youtubers. the least they could’ve done was still message you, but no. they unfollowed you on everything.

you texted them multiple times, but all you got was one-word answers or no answer at all. as much as you didn’t want to, you stopped trying after a while because it was no use.

your parents still hang out with marylou and jimmy, sometimes even justin when he’s in town. at least you got one more best friend that you grew up with, nathan doe.

nathan is the youngest out of the four of you. nick, matt, and chris are turning twenty tomorrow and nate’s turning nineteen on the ninth. you’ve been nineteen since april, so you’re right in the middle.

you guys met him in elementary school and he was the last piece of the puzzle. you guys were even called the FOREVER FIVE, something you all made up at a sleepover in the fourth grade.

of course the three stooges didn’t drop him when they left. favoritism, i guess.

you scroll angrily on tiktok. it’s like the app senses your hatred for them and decides to put edits or clips from their videos on your for you page. this shit is definitely not for you.

then, there’s a knock on your bedroom door. “come in.” you call out, and your mother comes in. she sits on your bed and sighs. “what’s up?” you ask.

she gives you a face of sympathy, and it scares you a little. “the triplets are back in town.” she starts, and that gains your attention. “and i want you to come with me and your father to their birthday party tomorrow.”

“no.” you flat-out say. it’s no secret that your mom knows about your hatred either since you cried to her for a week straight about how they abandoned you.

“y/n, please.” your mom puts a hand on your knee. “marylou would love to see you there. she asks about you, you know. she misses you.”

frowning, you start to think. you miss her too. you never blamed her for what her sons did, but you haven’t seen her since they left. she is the sweetest lady you’ve ever met. “and they’re celebrating nate’s birthday, too. you have to at least show up for him, okay?”

you exhale sharply. “okay.”

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 party the next day with your parents, making your way to the backyard where it’s held. not a lot of people are there, just close friends and family. you scan the area at the top of the steps for nathan, getting disappointed when you don’t see him.

marylou engulfs you in a hug the moment you step on the grass. “hello, sweetheart!” she exclaims, pulling away with a big smile on her face. she places her hands on your shoulders. “how are you doing? you feeling okay?”

“i’m doing fine!” you reply in the same tone, putting on a fake smile.

“thank you so much for coming. i know it’s been a little… strange for you for the past few months. i’m sorry about that.”

“please don’t apologize. you did nothing wrong,” you say and she pulls you back in for another hug.

“if you want, the boys are standing by the chips and dip. if not, don’t be afraid to make yourself comfortable.” she points to the numerous folding tables set up.

god, you missed this woman. “i will. thank you so much.”

you walk over to the table where your parents are, placing your things down before joining them.

“twenty years old is fucking disgusting.” nick rants, dipping a chip in onion dip and popping it into his mouth.

the other two giggle. “yeah, well—” chris pauses when he turns his head and lands eyes on someone. “holy shit, guys.” he taps both of his brothers on the arm.

“look.” he continues, pointing at you from across the way when he gets his sibling’s attention. “we have to talk to her.”

“chris, no.” matt says. “do you not know that she hates us? it was shitty, what we did. that’s honestly my biggest regret.”

“we are petty losers for that.” nick chimes in.

chris crosses his arms. he would do anything to get you back into his life. there was no specific reason why they did what they did. they ghosted a lot of old friends ever since they moved to LA, and you got unlucky. “fine. if you guys won’t, i will. i want to get my best friend back.”

“chris, wait! that’s not a good idea!” the two scream at him as he starts to march over to you, who’s now pouring pepsi into a red solo cup.

you gasp out of shock when you turn around and see a brunette towering over you. “hi.” he says lowly. “i didn’t think you’d come.”

“i came for nate.” you say coldly. “where is he?”

“he has to do something before he comes.” you move over to start walking, but he steps in front of you.

“chris—”

“i’m so fucking sorry.” he apologizes. “we miss you.”

“should’ve thought of that before you woke up one day and decided to pretend i didn’t exist.”

his heart aches at your words. the three of them really are assholes. “can we just start over? please?”

“start over?” you scoff. “we can’t start over after all of that. i practically known you since birth, and you want to start over?”

“y/n, i’m—”

you peek over his shoulder and cut him off. “nate’s here.” you eventually get out of his way and start to head over to nate, but stop and turn back around.

there’s a hint of hope in chris that you changed your mind, but he was wrong. “i kept the note.”

he furrows his eyebrows. “what note?”

ouch.

you laugh to yourself. of course, he doesn’t remember. “never mind. happy birthday.” you mumble, walking off into the crowd.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[fandoms--fluff]

Could you make a Hope x fem reader story we’re ready ends up getting in trouble at school for something stupid like getting into a fight and hopes worried at first but the once she knows Y/N fine she gets mad about her being stupid and getting the fight also if you can make Caroline in change of the school instead of Alaric bc he sucks

Together

Female hybrid reader x Hope Mikaelson

Warnings: Mentions of death and blood, and murdery tendencies?, anger/rage issues.

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"Can I go now" You huff, leaning back into the un-comfy arm chair across from Caroline Forbes, the headmistress' desk. Where she's sat, hands folding on the desk.

"No. You started a fight between two other vampires, killing one of them and almost killing the other." Caroline states, anger clear in her tone.

"So? They were annoying me and wouldn't. shut. up. They kept on going on and on about how much stronger they are than I am, even though I'm a damn hybrid. And so I snapped. Kind of. If I snapped all the way they'd be bloodied up way worse and both'd be dead. Not. just. one" You ground out, eyes turning an amber yellow and your veins appearing under your eyes.

Caroline shudders back and removes her hands from the top of the desk.

"Hmm, not so tough as you claim to be, or want to be seen as" You chuckle, not bothered with the caution and fear in her eyes and body stance.

"Oh come on, Blondie, no hard feelings, right?" You smirk and stand from the ugly chair, leaving the office with a mouth hanging open Caroline in your wake.

"Wait-ugh" Caroline huffs, giving up before she herself faces the consequences. She's annoyed with how easily you can get under her nerves and how, and she hates to admit it, she's a bit scared of you.

You have more than anyone has kept count of people you've murdered, and one more just got added to that giant never ending list twenty minutes ago.

Smirking, you walk down the hallway and head to your room. Once you got inside and shut the door, you sigh in relaxation when your head hit the pillow on your bed. You pick up the book from your bedside table and flip to the marked page you left off on.

"Please don't tell me what everyone is saying is true" Hope bursts into the room, slamming the door behind you. You look up to your girlfriend from the book and sigh.

"Is it really that bad?" You say sarcastically. "Yes, it is! Are you alright? Did something happen beforehand?" She exclaims, worry evident in her voice.

"Depends what you mean by 'something'" You relax back into your pillow.

"God, what were you thinking? Why did you kill that boy?" She huffs, sitting down on the foot of your bed.

"Well he was annoying so I fixed the problem" You shrug your shoulders in boredom. "Killing people is not a way to fix your problems, Y/n. Haven't we been over this before?! I swear we have" She's on the verge of yelling.

"So what if we have? You knew what you were getting yourself into once you started dating me, death, killing, trauma, the whole damn nine yards. Just like you. Except for minor differences obviously!" You stood up from the bed, crossing your arms as to not lash out and hurt your girlfriend. Even if you are fighting at the moment, you still care about her.

Sometimes you can't control your rage and you've ended up hurting people you love.

It all surprisingly got easier when your girlfriends father, Klaus Mikaelson, turned you into the only living hybrid this day. And ironically you ended up dating his daughter. Yeah, you're life is kinda...weird? to say the least.

Hope followed by standing up and tried reaching out to you. "No" You step away, backing into your desk. "Don't come any closer, I don't want to hurt you" You clamped your hands over your ears, holding tight until you couldn't hear anything but your thumping heart.

"You won't hurt me," Hope sighs. "Look, I know how the anger you feel is heightened, even more so than mine, but I'm here for you. All you have to do is let me in. And maybe ease up on the spontaneous murders." Hope walks over to you and pulls your hands away from your ears.

"At least at the school" She finishes. Baby steps, that's where she'll start. You chuckle in between deep breathes. "...Fine. We'll work on it. Together?" You slowly say.

"Yeah, together" She places a kiss on your lips.

[fallinforerling]

Hi could you write about erling not liking when his girlfriend wears a bra around the house/when they are alone? Him being in love with her and her body, but her being insecure, especially having natural big breasts? Erling having a thing for her boobs, but like not only sexual, he likes touching them, using them as his personal pillow, massaging them (his gf telling him he acts like they are his stress balls). Basically him being her biggest supporter :))

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“Erling?!” It was the third time you called for your boyfriend in the last five minutes. Was he deaf? “Breakfast’s ready! It’s getting cold!” 

Still no response. 

“I swear to God…” You let out a sigh, going upstairs. The house was completely silent due to the sole presence of the two. When you made it to the bedroom, a laugh almost escaped your mouth. 

Erling was still wrapped on the covers, just as you left him thirty minutes ago. Seems like the constant attempts to wake him up were useless. His face was buried on your pillow, making your heart melt. You tiptoed around the bed until you were next to him, taking advantage of his sleepness to brush your fingers through his hair. A tiny smile drew on his face, letting you know he wasn’t as asleep as you thought. 

“So you decided to sleep in while your servant made breakfast?” You joked, dropping yourself on him. 

“Of course not, baby” He replied with his eyes still closed. “It’s just that I’m too tired.” He grabbed you by the hips, and with one movement, you were under him. “What about if we sleep a bit more?” His hands, as usual, slip past your shirt, looking for your boobs. 

Typical. 

They stopped above your bra, and you heard almost immediately his huff. 

“Why are you wearing this again?” He always complained when you wore a bra around the house. Always. 

“I told you! It’s more comfortable this way, they’re way too big for me to just let them hang free!” You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling his hands roll your bra up so he could grab them bare. “What I don’t get is why you are always touching my boobs… You know? They’re not stress balls.” 

“You sure? They always make me feel better and relaxed after touching them for a while.” His hands were still massaging you. At this point, this type of physical contact wasn’t even sexual. It was more of a weird hug. "And, this is the best pair of boobs in the world. Makes sense, because they're attached to the best body as well."

"Look who's talking" You smiled, feeling your heart do a pirouette, like everytime he said things like that.

“I’m average-looking next to you” His eyes met yours for a brief moment before kissing you the only way he knew. God, you loved this man. “You’re beautiful in any way possible. Sometimes I wonder how I got you” 

“Easy. I saw those lips and it was case closed” You said before returning the kiss. 

“Sounds like we’re both drawn by looks. How shallow.” He joked back, giving a final squeeze to your chest before letting them go. “What about breakfast?” 

“Oh, now you want breakfast?” You laughed, biting your lip when he seemed confused. 

“Of course, that food is as delicious as you are, I’m sure” He went inside the bathroom, leaving your blushing self behind. 

“Idiot…” You whispered, feeling more in love than ever. 

Maybe you should stop wearing bras, they were uncomfortable anyways.

[shit-sorry-fuck-mybad]

Slider has always known, Slider has eyes and a functioning enough brain to realize that Ice is completely obsessed with Maverick, Slider knows things, he’s the guy that’s always there

The first time they properly met Maverick Slider could already tell that he would be a pain in his ass, Ice started that flirty teasing, Slider knew that Ice meant for it to sound mean, he wanted to rile him up and play his game, but something about it was just off, the tension was way too thick for it to go unnoticed, he always wandered if Goose could feel it too. Still, he didn’t say anything, Ice could figure it out later

The bite was just unnecessary, Slider could tell that Mav was just as invested in this as his pilot was, they were dancing around each other like a weird fucking mating ritual, then Ice decides to do a bite, he obviously meant for it to be threatening, he knows that, but to Slider it just looked really gay, but he doesn’t bring it up, he shouldn’t bring it up, right? Ice trusts him. He still tries to push it, he asks him if he’s ok, that he needs to be careful and concentrate on their goal, Ice looks at him like he’s trying to figure something out, he turns and says “don’t worry about me, I know what I’m doing”

He does not in fact not what he’s doing, he catches feelings, it’s not just attraction, it’s not about sex, no, Ice cares about Maverick, Slider sees it in the way that he looks at him, he sees how much Ice wants to comfort Mav, how he looks at him when they get in their planes, how he tries to make sure he’s ok, that he’s safe, he cares, not just as a pilot

They make it back and Ice and Mav get worse, he truly didn’t think it was possible, “you can be my wingman any time” “bullshit you can be mine” that shit might as well be a love confession, and Slider realizes that it’s not just Ice that caught feeling, they’re both in love. But they don’t talk about it, Slider doesn’t bring it up, Ice will tell him, he knows that when he’s ready he’ll tell him

Slider is getting tired of waiting, it’s been about five years since they graduated top gun and Slider is getting really tired of this bullshit, sometimes Ice can’t hang out because he needs to “do something” Slider thinks that’s a weird nickname for Mav, sometimes when they all get together Ice will sit next to Mav, close enough so that their shoulders touch and they’ll spend the night talking to each other, laughing at secret jokes and looking at each other like they’re the most precious thing they’ve ever seen, Slider decides that he’s limiting the time Ice has to finally tell him, he really can’t take more of this “we think we’re great at keeping secrets” little act

A year later Slider has had a enough, Ice is buying groceries and Slider goes with him and when he sees Ice pick up some disgustingly sweet cookies he knows something’s up, Ice doesn’t like those cookies, so he asks, and Ice casually says “oh, Mav loves them” and he snaps, this cannot keep going, so he grabs him by the shoulders and looks him dead in the eye and tells him “I swear to god… I swear to fucking god Kazansky that if you don’t tell me that you’re fucking Maverick then I’m going to walk away and you’ll never hear from me again, I’ve had 6 years of you two being all stupid and in love and I have reached my limit, why won’t you fucking tell me, just tell me, please” Ice freezes, he opens and closes his mouth several times before he takes a deep breath, nods and shrugs “I’m fucking Maverick” Slider let’s out a sigh and pulls Ice into a hug “thank god for that” and it’s finally over

It’s not over, Slider soon finds out that knowing about Ice and Mav without them knowing that he knows is way better than knowing about them and them knowing he knows, because now he actually has to play “best friend of your boyfriend”, he’s the guy Mav asks what to get Ice for his birthday, he’s the guy that Ice whines to about Mav, he’s the guy that has lied countless times for their asses, he’s the guy that needs to be there when Ice wants to propose, he’s the guy that has to endure hours of ring shopping with an insufferably nervous Ice, he’s the guy that has to execute their proposal plan to perfection, yes, even when Ice decides to change it last minute, he’s the guy that needs to make sure that their little backyard wedding is absolutely perfect, he’s the guy that has to write the greatest best man speech anyone has ever heard, he’s the guy that has to give all his parenting advices to Ice when Bradley comes into their lives, he’s the guy that has to tell Bradley all the embarrassing stories about them, he’s the guy that has to help Bradley sneak out of their house to go to a party, he’s the guy that has to be there for Ice when Bradley leaves, he’s the guy that has to help Mav deal with Ice’s cancer, he’s the guy that hugs Ice until neither of them can breath when he’s officially cancer free, he’s the guy that has to give an even better best man speech when they get married again, legally this time, he’s the guy that cries his eyes out when Ice gets his second diagnosis, he’s the guy that holds his hand when he’s dying, he’s the guy that has to be there at the funeral to make sure everything’s in order, just like Ice would’ve wanted it, he’s the guy that has to shake hands with people he doesn’t know because “yes he was a great guy”, he’s the guy that has to make sure Mav is alright after Ice is gone

He’s the guy, he’s always known and he’s always been there

[cloudy-skyes]

General Main 4 Headcanons

Notes: Hi Harleyy <33 Sorry I accidentally lost your actual request (thank god i screenshotted it) Thank you for the request :)

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, smoking (Kenny)

Relationship: Established romantic relationship

Gender: Gender neutral, no pronouns mentioned

Kyle:

Not only is Kyle an amazing boyfriend, he’s also an amazing study buddy with you. If you’re struggling with homework or you have an upcoming test, you two will have a study date at one of your houses.

These dates often include you being held in his lap, while he points at homework/test questions and explains them to you.

Breaks are always important in studying though!! So when you two get sick of studying, you have cuddle sessions where you calmly run your fingers through his curly hair.

Speaking of his hair, he secretly LOVES it when you play with his hair. Kyle won’t let anyone else touch it but you. It’s just something about your touch that is so relaxing to him.

He is SUCH a gentleman. He’s the type to hold doors open for you, pull seats out for you, and other acts of service. He likes holding your hand in his own hands and kissing your knuckles. It’s a little bit cliche but it still makes you feel so loved.

Kyle adores it when you get along with his little brother, Ike. He’s such a family oriented person, so seeing you play with Ike makes his heart flutter with adoration. Ike totally acted like Kyle’s wingman before you and Kyle started dating too.

Kyle tends to have a short temper, especially with Cartman. He looks to you as a source of serenity when he needs to calm down. I swear if you just hold him and give him a kiss it soothes him right away.

Kyle also has some abandonment issues because of his history with failed relationships. Please just reassure him every now and then that you love him, he loves you too <3

Stan:

First off, Stan is absolutely head over heels for you. He loves being around you. He’s practically living at your house at this point, he’d rather be with you than at the farm with his dad.

Stan does struggle with depression, and goes through depressive episodes pretty often. You know it isn’t your responsibility to care for him, you do anyways. He always tries his best for you so you return the favor by being there for him.

This includes SOO many cuddle sessions. When he’s cradled in your arms, one wrapped around his torso and the other gently holding his head in your shoulder, he feels much better.

Stan also plays the guitar, he often brings his guitar over to your house and plays songs for you. Sometimes he’ll even have you sit on his lap, his guitar on your own, and guide your hands with his to learn to play the guitar :)

He’s also a HORRIBLE texter. It’s a little bit ironic because he shows his affection to you constantly in person, but this guy cannot get any more dry over text with you. That’s why he prefers to hang out in person anyways.

Stan has gotten better with his vomiting issues over the years, but he still struggles to hold back nausea when he’s with you. He’s just so overwhelmed with how much he loves you that he can’t help it.

Despite the fact that Stan cannot stand his dad, Randy ADORES you. His son? Got a girlfriend?? He tries so hard to be friends with you (and sell you weed). Stan always tries to get his dad to knock it off, ashamed by Randy’s antics, but Randy doesn’t really care. Even though Stan’s dad is super overbearing, at least you’re always welcome at the Marsh house.

Kenny:

I’m sure we’re all aware of this by now, but Kenny is SUCH a flirt. Even before you two were together he was constantly dropping flirty and suggestive lines on you.

Occasionally, when you and Kenny are hanging out with other friends, he’ll lean into you and whisper the most suggestive shit into your ear and then continue to act like he never said anything to you.

Kenny is also very physically affectionate, when he’s with you he’s always touching you, but he’s usually just holding your hand. He probably does that thing where he swings his arm back and forth while walking and holding your hand and it’s really cute.

Like Stan, Kenny is with you most of the time. He loves you so much and he literally cannot get himself away from you. He finds himself often escaping his shitty home life to go hang out with you.

You and Kenny also become smoke buddies. Usually when you’re over at his house you chill in his room and share a joint, and talk about whatever comes to your mind. He thinks it’s so fun to get high with you.

But when you’re not in his room smoking, you find yourself playing with Karen. Karen sees you as an older sister figure and looks up to you so much. Kenny is so protective over Karen, so when he sees you two doing something cute like playing dolls, he knows he found the best s/o he could possibly have.

Kenny is really generous, and although he’s poor, he does his best to spoil you. He still works at City Wok, and he uses his extra money to get both you and Karen gifts. Besides physical affection, this is one of his biggest ways to show his love for you :)

Cartman:

Your relationship with Cartman is the type where both of you can insult and bully each other as a form of affection. Sometimes it sounds so real that others are unsure if you love or hate each other, but you two both know well that it’s the first option.

Cartman will hit you with an insult, and you return one right back to him. Maybe that’s why you two are so close? Since you can tolerate Cartman’s crude humor and behavior and reciprocate it right back to him he fell for you.

Nobody really has ever enjoyed being bothered by him except you. Cartman LOVES anyone who understands his humor and plays along with his banter, especially when other people like Kyle or Butters are involved.

Cartman takes you out to KFC and other restaurants on the regular. One time he even convinced his mom to buy tickets for the both of you to go to Casa Bonita. That date was definitely one of his favorites with you.

You’re good at calming Cartman down when his anger issues get out of hand. When he starts taking arguments with his classmates too far, you’re there to help cool him down. You’re often his source of sense when he’s too upset to think clearly.

If you ever give Cartman any gifts, no matter what it is, he will always keep it around. He’ll treasure it as much as he treasured his stuffed animals from elementary school. He’d have a shelf of his bookcase dedicated to things you’ve made for him or gave him, and he thinks of them very fondly.

His mom is surprised that Cartman found someone he gets along so well with, and you manage to keep his temper in check better than anyone else has. She loves having you around, you treat her and her son so kindly after all.

[love-kurdt]

Swooping, Sloping, Cursive Letters: 10

word count: 637

PLEASE READ THIS IS ME TRYING FIRST, AS THIS STORY RELIES HEAVILY UPON THE CONTEXT OF TIMT

June 11, 1988

Dear Will,

It’s 2:03am right now, and I can’t fall asleep. You may be asking, “Why can’t you fall asleep, Michael?” Well, William, I can’t fall asleep because I keep thinking about how much I want to kiss you. And in case you didn’t know, I want to kiss you a lot.

I think about you and those fucking gorgeous lips almost every waking moment. And the urge to follow through with my desire to kiss you always gets stronger whenever you’re in the room. Which is unfortunate, since you’re always in the room now— specifically my room, because it’s summer, so of course we’re hanging out every day. We made that stupid promise to dedicate one-on-one time to just the two of us. If only “one-on-one” was synonymous with “you-on-me.” Or “me-on-you”…? Either would work for me, honestly. But there’s something about the thought of you straddling me and leaning your entire body weight onto me that makes me weak in the knees. I’m kind of glad your mom wanted you home tonight, because there’s only so long I can refrain from lunging into your space and holding your face in between my hands and

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I swear to God you’re in my walls, Will. Because the second I went down the horniest tangent these letters have ever seen, your voice came through on my walkie, asking if I was still awake. Your breathing sounded congested and labored, like you’d just been crying. Of course, I threw my pen down onto my desk and answered. You told me you’d had a nightmare, and that I was the first person you thought of after you woke up. I know this is kind of fucked up, but I felt a small sense of pride that you hadn’t gone to El or Jonathan first. But then you told me that your nightmare had been about me, and that pride was instantly ripped out of my chest. Before I could apologize for anything Nightmare Mike could have said or done, you told me that I had been cursed by Vecna and you couldn’t save me in time. You broke down in the middle of describing my bones snapping, and all I wanted to do was hold you and tell you that it was okay, that I’m still here. So I did.

I snuck out and biked over to your house, climbed the trellis below your bedroom window, and knocked. You let me in with wide eyes, and I just stood there for a second, catching my breath. I am not athletic at all. I can’t say the same about you; your muscle definition in the tank top you were wearing made me feel a little dizzy. But this was not the time for pining, so I took a step towards you and pulled you in for a hug. You smushed your entire face into my sternum, and I could feel new tears wetting my shirt. I just held you tighter, rubbing my hand up and down your back as you cried. A while later, you pulled back to apologize, but I reassured you that it was okay before smoothing your bangs back and kissing you on the forehead. I thought you’d freak out at my impulsivity (at least, that’s what I was doing, internally), but you just smiled up at me and hugged me again. You probably chalked it up to me being a good friend. And I’m glad you think so. I’m trying to be a better friend.

I eventually had to go back home, since my parents are dragging me to see Nana tomorrow (today?) and they’d be mad if they found my room empty in the morning. I wish I could’ve stayed. I promise I’ll make it up to you sometime.

Love,

Mike

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But after all

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Day 14: Romance

Summary: Artashi grand romantic gesture

(A/N: I know Oasis wasn’t having a reunion tour until just recently but needed the drama)

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Patrick knows what he’s for. What he’s always been for. He likes it enough. It’s s not like he needs romance or softness. He’s happy enough that they let him back in at all. He has no delusions about this time being any different than what he did for them before. Still his throat aches a little when he gets to see up close how gentle they can be with each other. How married they really are, sharing looks without speaking a word. Holding each other on the sofa while watching a movie.

Even parenting Lily, like this effortless, wordless, dance of teamwork. Patrick has the gift (and the curse) of being quite perceptive but it’s actually obvious how Art spoils Tashi with gifts and dates. How Tashi spoils him by taking care of what he needs before he has to ask for it. And when they have sex, it’s not even what Patrick would call fucking. That makes him ache most of all.

Patrick tries it sometimes. When Tashi agrees to coach him he gets her a bouquet of flowers. She gives him a weird look as if he’s been abducted and replaced so he smooths it over with a joke. When Art’s shoulder is hurting after practice and his physio is out of town, Patrick brings him pills and water and sits with him in bed. They end up fucking, but Patrick was still there for him. He wonders if maybe he’d been more thoughtful with Tashi while they were dating, if he’d recognized this other side of her… if he’d not pushed Art so much in the spirit of what he thought was friendly competition maybe they wouldn’t have shut him out.

He brings it up in therapy. That’s one of the things they agreed to do if they were going to be together, the three of them. They all had to get therapy both separate and together (Lily too). He doesn’t love it but he wants to be with them so he does it and this feels like something safe to bring up. God forbid his therapist goes back into her tendency to say things like, “I’m worried about you Patrick,” “They had issues but they were together, what did you do when you were all alone?”

That’s when he blows her off, making jokes about spending those years hanging out in the tennis forums betting against Art’s chances at every grand slam. Or sometimes he flirts with her, she’s not exactly his type but he would do anything to get out of that rabbit hole.

He’s talking about Tashi and Art and he complains. “I mean I like our dynamic, I like that they’re both obsessed with my—“ he smiles at her and she rolls her eyes. Hes not her type either. She claims he uses flirting as a defense mechanism. Therapists always have to therapize everything.

“I guess something romantic might be nice every once in a while.” He continues. “I mean… sometimes I wish they’d treat me the way they treat each other.” It’s such a throw away statement but the therapist takes it overboard as he expected and they end up talking about it for the rest of the session. It shakes him… her comments but he shuts it out of his mind after 24 hours especially after a good athletic session with Tashi on the court (and in bed).

Months go by and then one night, the week of Lily’s fall break when she’s away at Art’s parent’s house with her cousins, Tashi tells him to pack a bag.

“What?” He asks, he’s in the middle of watching sports center in the family room with a bowl of cereal.

“Come on pack a bag, our flights in 4 hours.”

“Our what? What flight?”

“To London,” Tashi says.

“London?”

”Yes, London. We’re supposed to be some band. Oasis?”

Patrick nearly drops the bowl in his lap. ”Huh?” He swears he’s hearing things.

“Oasis? Isn’t that your band?” She asks.

”My… Tashi… what?” He’s not sure if she remembers but he got up at 4 am months ago to try and purchase tickets with no luck. He then tried winning them also with no luck. Even the second hand market had proved impossible. He’d complained to Art, who would’ve happily joined him at the concert but didn’t care anywhere near as much about the band reuniting for a tour as Patrick did.

“If you don’t get up now, we’ll miss our flight and these tickets will go to waste,” Tashi says, smirking at him.

“But how did you—? How?”

“I’ll tell you on the plane but go pack. We’ll be there for the week.”

“Ready to go?” Art asks, he’s rolling suitcase into the living room, already packed.

Patrick dumps his cereal and goes upstairs to pack. It turns out she knows someone who works in the music industry who’s a huge tennis fan. She happened to have extra tickets and offered them up for box seats at Roland Garos in the summer. They get to London in the afternoon and nap for about 4 hours. They have dinner at some fancy restaurant. Art pays for it and that night they both seem to give Patrick all of their attention in bed. It actually feels really nice, soft even. They fall asleep by 10:30 and wake up pretty early the next morning.

Tashi says she wants to take him shopping. He thinks she wants his company but she ends up buying things for him. Nice clothes his mom would be happy to see him in. Tashi insists on paying for everything. Even when he wants an ice cream cone she doesn’t complain and say thats not on the diet plan. She even orders two and they eat them on the cab ride back to the hotel.

They have dinner at another fancy restaurant right before the concert. It’s VIP seating and Patrick is genuinely floored. He has to get merch to remember this and Art comes with him… they grab t-shirts and Patrick purchases the albums in vinyl. They also get a couple beers and popcorn. It feels like a birthday gift but it’s not even his birthday. He gets to sing along to songs he loved as a kid. He sends videos to his dad and his siblings. None of them can believe he’s there either.

And when it’s over and they’re in a cab on the way back to the hotel, Tashi resting on his shoulder and Art chatting with him excitedly, his voice hoarse because he loved it almost as much as Patrick did, he feels this pang of relief that they’re here. It doesn’t feel real.

”I love this, Tashi, how did you even think of this?” He asks.

“It was Art’s idea,” Tashi says.

“You both planned this?”

“Yeah,” Art says.

“Why? I know you weren’t as excited as I was when they made the announcement.” Patrick says.

“I know,” Art says. “It was for you… we wanted you to feel…good.”

“Yeah,” Tashi says. “You’re important to us. And maybe sometimes we’re not good at…” she trails off.

“We just want you to feel safe. Taken care of.” Art picks up.

Patrick feels himself getting warm all over.

“Are you okay?” Art asks, his voice sounds so good hoarse.

“Yeah,” Patrick nods, he can’t speak much more than that because he’s so emotional, his heart is pounding in his chest and he’s not a cryer..not really.

He was happy with everything as it was…just to be back in their lives. But this… this dulls the ache inside him just a little bit more. They aren’t gonna say I love you, it’s not how they communicate… especially Tashi. And Patrick doesn’t need to hear that… but that night when they lay down to take care of him… it feels like, for the first time, he gets to experience sex with them in a way that feels soft, like lovemaking.

[whchenlvr]

hi elle! can I request what the union members would be like when they’re jealous? or you can do eunjang it doesn’t matter ;) anyways love your writings!

i love YOU and yes THANK YOU

when they’re jealous ;

donald na

donald wouldn’t like letting his jealousy show, since you often assure him that he’s the only one for you, but sometimes he can’t help it.

he was in a meeting one evening, and you were waiting outside his office for him to finish when one of cheongang’s men sits across from you. since you don’t want to ruin any potential relationships for donald, you’d put on a smile and greet him kindly.

you realize his intentions may not be as pure as you thought just as the meeting ends, and donald steps out to see you and the man. laughing. together.

you and the cheongang man part ways when you follow donald into his office, closing the door behind you. “it wasn’t what it looked like... that was a nervous laugh, i swear.” 

“y/n, it’s not a big deal. i trust you.” he does trust you. he just doesn’t tell you that there’s a knife under the table and the cheongang man on his mind :)

jake ji

jake hardly gets jealous, but you find him hilarious when he does.

you’d be wearing shorts and a tank top to combat the terrible summer heat when your boyfriend stops by to visit, and of course, that’s when a rowdy bunch of men passes by. you wouldn’t think much of it, but jake hates the way they eye you up and down so much that you have to hold him back from confronting the guys.

you’d tell him to ignore him, and jake would just pout like a child and flail a pointed finger at them. “they were looking at your butt! when i do that, you whack me with a magazine! so not fair.” 

“well, they kept their hands to themselves, until someone i know...” 

“i’m defending your honor!” 

“no, you’re being jealous.”

“yeah, cause they can look for free.”

“bruh, i’m gonna smack you!” it’s all outta love guys dw <3

dean kwon

like jake, dean also has his manga collection, but he tries to be subtle about it. you’re the one who expresses your love for it, and you always ask him to wait to start a new one until you can read it together.

one thing you’re trying to work on is your excessive kindness because sometimes you can’t differentiate when someone is just being nice back, or if they’re flirting with you.

you were in the library with dean and spit up to search for different genres. while your boyfriend was on the other side of the manga section, a boy from school approached you with a comic in his hand. “if you liked the promised neverland, you might like this one, next.”

you took it and thanked him, not seeing the problem, but you were unaware of your boyfriend drilling glare-holes in the head of the guy looking you up and down. you’re obviously surprised when dean appears at your side, pulling the comic from your hands and slamming it into the guy’s chest. 

“we’re leaving.” was all he said before leading you out of the library.

wolf keum

a jealous wolf is a dangerous wolf.

you wouldn’t think much of his sudden silence at first, since he does have the tendency to let his phone die and forget to charge it. until the male friend you’d been hanging out with texts you saying there’s some freak with purple hair stalking him. you’d instantly track your boyfriend down and pull him away from whatever schemes he’s up to, scolding him for being creepy.

he’d gotten better at managing his jealousy when he was around you, but one night, some guy couldn’t keep his hands to himself. and neither could wolf.

the touches weren’t risky or uncomfortable, but wolf waited until the third time the man touched you before breaking. he leaped at the man, and wolf’s jealous streak wasn’t the only thing he broke that night.

jimmy bae

my god, i think jimmy would be one of the most jealous people in the world fr.

he’s a different person when he’s with you and his friends then how he likes to perceive himself to the public, so when that “leader of yoosun” comes out in the form of jealousy, he’d be good at making it known to you that he is obvious, though, whether that be verbally telling you or simply putting an arm around your waist.

in one case, you’d be on a date together when someone comes up to you, rather shamelessly, and tells you how attractive you are. you’d brush him off with a “thanks”, but jimmy’s grip would tighten around you. “y/n, if he doesn’t take his eyes off of your legs, i’m going to break his teeth.”

you decided it best to continue the date at home.

jack kang

jack isn’t one to get jealous often. there have been moments where he’s come close, but jack trusts you enough to hold your own. and that was true until you went out one night and ended up slightly more than tipsy.

you hadn’t meant to drink so much, especially in public, since you were an affectionate drunk, but what was done was done.

you’d be with your friends, flirting with all of them (in a friendly/joking sense of course) and jack can just feel his blood pressure slowly rising. he doesn’t want to get jealous or upset, but when one of your male friends places a hand a bit too low on your back, jack gets up, grabs your hand, and pulls you out of the club.

honestly, you’re more grateful than upset, and a little amused to see your boyfriend break that stoic facade. 

hopefully you don’t mind that they’re spaced out! lmk if it looks better the other way :)

[pearljen-blog]

Renovations with Joel Miller - 01

Chapter 01 - Introductions

You meet Joel by accident and find out he’s working in constructions. Hopefully with some convincing he can assist you with some urgent house renovations... and then some.

Based on the video game version of Joel, but can be changed to the HBO version if preferred. Taking place pre outbreak in Austin Texas.

Masterlist

Pairing: Joel Miller x afab reader

Warnings: This is my first published story, which in itself should be a warning / Reader is afab and has long hair, I will try avoid using any additional physical descriptions / Not familiar with the area of Austin, so most of it is badly googled or made up / swearing / smut eventually

Rriiiiing

‘Hello’. It was 2 in the morning. Who would be calling at this time?

‘Hey! Hun! It’s me.’

Of course.

‘I am so sorry, really sorry. I met this guy…. we were at that new place in town, Butlers.. something, in Austin. It was CRAZY.’

Who’s that chuckling in the back? Where is she? Drunk?

‘Crazy I tell ya. Anyway, we’re kind of … We’re in jail. He got in a fight. It wasn’t anything bad. Just.. he kinda hit that guy and he went down. Some idiot anyway. And he was doing it for me. That fella was just talking shit.’

‘What? Where are you?’ I love you Carla but I swear..

‘It’s nothing bad. I promise. Seriously. They took us in and we had to go to Travis County Jail. We’re there now. Just waiting.’

‘It’s 2 in the fucking morning…’

‘I know! Fuck.. I know! But we don’t want to stay here all weekend.’

‘Who is we?’

‘Tommy, he’s the guy from the fight. He didn’t start it. Fuck I’m sorry, but I don’t know who else to call. I can’t call dad. He’ll kill me’.

‘I’m an hour out of the city. What do you want me to do?’ God I’m tired.

‘PLEASE! I’ll pay you back. Just let us get out of here. I’m begging ya.’

My head hurts. My eyes are sore. ‘How much is to get you out?’

‘Fuck I don’t know. But I’ll give it back to ya. Promise.’

You turn on the lights next to the bed. Hating the idea of spending an hour in the car, driving through the fucking city and then her drunk ass home.

‘I hate you. You’re a terrible friend.’

‘Please Y/N!’

‘Yeah I’m moving. But it will take me about 90 minutes to be there.’

‘Thanks babes. Thanks thanks’

You hang up. Out of pleasantries for this time of the night. Once in the bathroom you put your hair in a ponytail and fresh water to your face. You love Carla, but she’s a mess sometimes. Like a real mess. But she’s also the first person you have been able to click with since you arrived in Austin. She doesn’t ask too many questions, mainly happy to talk about herself. And she gets you out of the house. At least some nights.

The drive to Austin is fine. Boring, especially at this time of the night. You made some coffee for the road and listen to Booker T & the MG’s. One of your dads’ favourite albums. You always doze off to some long-forgotten time, when listening to it. Time passes much faster this way. You were hitting Austin fast and prepared yourself to be lost until you found Travis County Jail. Driving in the city didn’t scare you but drained a lot more energy from you.

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‘We can’t release anyone today. You will have to come back tomorrow.’

‘He is right there for fuck’s sake!’

‘SIR!’

‘He’s right there! Just let me pay and get him out. Do your job!’

‘SIR! That’s enough! I am asking you to leave.’

Two men around the desk standing close and arguing. What the hell did you walk into at this time of the night?

‘I just want my brother out is all. Why are you being so difficult?’

‘You can come back tomorrow to collect your brother. Please leave, get out, before I will arrest you as well for disorderly conduct.’

One guy is storming off. Head bowed to the ground, nevertheless you could see the anger on him. His posture rigid and ready to crack any second. He sprints past you and for a second you feel intimidated to walk any further to the reception. What a night this turns out to be.

‘Fun night?’

‘What can I do for you love?’

‘My friend got into a little trouble last night and called me to release her. Her name is Carla Thomas, age 34.’ What other information do they need you wonder.

‘Well, I’ll tell you what I told the last guy. You will have to come back tomorrow. We are not releasing anyone today.’

‘What??’ You are joking?

‘Come back on Monday from 9am love.’ There is an uninterested look that comes with his statement.

‘I just drove over an hour to pick her up.’

‘I’m sorry to hear. But there are no weekend releases. Please come back on Monday.’

You realize there’s no way to discuss or argue your way out of this, but you try anyway.

After some back and forth you cave and walke back outside. What a night indeed.

Carla will have to wait. She will have to understand. Maybe you can just stay in Austin and get breakfast somewhere. Or maybe you’ll be able to fall back asleep when you get home. How will you pick her up on Monday? You have work. There are about 15 thoughts currently in your head. But you are unable to focus on any one of them, so you just slowly walk back to your car.

On the way to your car, you spot the guy who was arguing to get his brother released. More out of your peripheral, but you see him. He’s standing by his truck, not far from you. On the phone, or desperately trying to ring someone. Possibly his brother you think.

‘Fuck sake!’

You look towards his direction.

‘Fun night?’ Yes, your one and only ice breaker, you think to yourself.

‘It’s fucking bullshit.’ He looks up and straight at you. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean that.’

Southern gentlemen.

‘It’s ok. Same thing I said to myself... in my head.’

He turns slightly towards his truck. Frown all over his face. You smirk, hands slightly fidgeting.

‘You know they have people around. I just don’t understand why they just can’t release people on a fucking Sunday. Tommy, my brother,… he could have told me when he called.’

Tommy, well..

‘Your brother’s name is Tommy?’ You huff and smile to yourself. ‘That’s.. funny. My friend called me tonight at 2am, telling me she got arrested with a guy named Tommy. Or arrested because of him.'

You look at the ground now. Still turned towards him.

‘He’s a mess but a good guy.’

You look up. ‘Oh yeah, sorry I didn’t mean it that way.’

He’s looking right at you now. Just a grey worn out shirt and a tired look, but he looks gorgeous. God, you wish you would be able to keep eye contact.

‘Well, I guess I may see you on Monday then to get these kids home.’ Your gaze drops back to the ground, and you slowly turn towards your car.

‘Yeah, can’t wait to give up half a day of work to drive around the city just to get him out. Only getting paid for the days I’m working for fucks sake. He should know better.’

You look back at him just to acknowledge that you are listening. But you don’t say anything.

‘Sorry I don’t expect you to feel sorry for me missing a day of construction.’

‘You work in construction?’ Your eyes go wide, and you look at him expecting.

He stays silent for a second. Seems it’s not the usual reaction he gets, when mentioning constructions.

‘I’m a carpenter. But we, Tommy and I, we do whatever works needs to be done really.’

‘Are you looking for work?’ Maybe too forward. ‘Or do you know any construction friends that are looking for work?’

There’s an awkward silence. No longer angry, he’s just looking at you wondering. Possibly trying to figure out where he wants this conversation to go. You can’t keep your gaze up and turn back at the car. He’s still gorgeous. For a second you start playing with your lower lip.

‘Always looking for work.’ You turn back at him. Eyebrows raised slightly, heart beating heavier now.

‘I bought a house recently,…well a few months ago now actually. Ehm.. It’s a really great house! Spectacular! But it needs some work done. I think the walls are fine. At least my brother thinks so. He’s been looking at it for now, and I trust him. But the roof needs work, and pretty much all the windows need to be replaced. Bathroom and kitchen, all needs to be re-done, but that’s second to getting the house in actual good shape.’

Oh my god, why don’t you just tell him your whole life story? Jesus…

‘How urgent is it?’

Is he considering it?

‘I’m already living in it. But my brother is pushing me to get it done. He’s been helping me a lot, but he doesn’t live around here, so it’s been moving really slowly.’

‘Can go and take a look. Get and understanding of what we are dealing with here. How much you paying?’

‘Oh.’ Your brother warned you about this question.

‘Honestly you would have to talk this out with my brother. He said around $30 per hour. But it depends what extra charges come on top. Like fuel and that kind of stuff. So I don’t know for sure. Oh, I should mention, the house is not actually in Austin.’

Here we go, the deal breaker.

‘It’s in Luling. About an hour on a good day.’

‘Yeah, I know that place. I grew up there’ He’s smiling. Wow.

‘Wow… Please tell me you have font memories of your childhood.’

‘Some of them. Place was great though.’

You’re thinking to yourself. Just ask him.

‘I can take your number. Or give you mine. Or whichever way this usually works.’ Breath in ‘You know, in case you want to have a look at the house.’

He keeps looking at you with no mercy now.

‘Yeah lets swap numbers and give me a call. I’m not sure what time I’ll be here on Monday.’

You swap numbers and walk back to your car. Goodbyes are short but you need a second to collect your thoughts in the car anyway. You found out his name is Joel Miller. He was looking for an excuse to visit Luling again, so he told you. Maybe Carla’s drunk ass could be good for something. You’re getting breakfast for the road.

Masterlist // Next Chapter

[moveme4nt]

FRESH CUT GRASS AND ROASTED MARSHMALLOWS

falling in love with the quidditch player from the house you despise oh so much

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2 months later

things have been going so well with jeno and i! he takes me on cute dates and i go to his games and practices as much as i can, even as far as wearing one of his gryffindor sweaters he gave me for games where they don’t play against ravenclaw.

evalynn has gotten a little distant though which is weird. she says shes just behind on studying and it’s stressing her out but even haechan and renjun have noticed a shift. i always see her at the quidditch practices but shes all the way on the opposite side of where we usually sit and wont even acknowledge when i wave to her.

we still hang out sometimes and both of us pretend there’s nothing going on but somethings clearly different.

today we’re in our shared room, classes just ended for the holidays and we’re just chatting and “modeling” each others clothes, giggling our heads off at how ridiculous we look. everyone else has gone home to their families but ev and i promised that this year we’d spend christmas together at hogwarts.

i pull a nice summer-y dress from her clothes and hold it up to my shoulders, checking myself out in the mirror.

“soooo, how’re things with jeno?” she smiles through the mirror. i blush and look down.

“good,,, great actually. hes so sweet, and thoughtful. he’s constantly buying me flowers or other small things, always telling me im the prettiest thing to walk the earth.” i roll my eyes and she chuckles.

“sounds like i was right all along you guys are PERFECT for each other.” i laugh and throw the dress at her.

“mhm suuuure.” we haven’t genuinely had fun together like this in a while. it feels nice.

“ugh im so glad classes are over for a while! i swear if i had to even look at a pencil for another second i was gonna scream my head off.” she dramatically falls back onto her bed. i sigh.

“i knoooow! divination was so exhausting the last couple of days, thank god trelawny decided to pair us all up for the rest of the semester.” she shoots up.

“oh yeah! i heard you were paired with jaemin ouuuuuu.” she wiggles her brows, but there’s something slightly off abt her voice. i ignore it.

“no ouuuuu ya weirdo i dont even like him anymore i have jeno remember? he is very nice though but i guess thats just the standard hufflepuff idk.” she goes silent for a moment as i return to rummaging her closet.

“hm maybe you could put in a good word for me then? get me a quidditch boyfriend too.” i freeze as i watch her lay back down from the mirror, arms behind her head and a smug look on her face. is that,,,,

“is that why you’ve been so weird lately?” i stare at her through the mirror and watch as her eyes shoot open. “have you wanted jaemin this whole time? is that why you threw jeno at me?” she sits up and looks at me, trying to hide her nervousness. i turn to look directly at her, no more mirror.

“what no- lena i-“ her eyes never stop shifting. im angered, my body rising in heat by the second.

“what if jeno didn’t stick? what if he never came up to me at all? did you pay him or something? yall have some sort of deal? did he actually ever like me to begin with?” im breathing so heavily right now. “what if i decided to pursue jaemin? would you have still been my friend?” her eyes shift to the window. wow.

“the rest of that stuff no! he genuinely did like you from the start, you can even ask chenle and jisung for yourself. but yes, i did- do like jaemin and thought using what i knew about jeno liking you would make it easier if,,,,” i take a deep inhale and close my eyes to try and calm myself.

“if i were distracted.” i open my eyes again and she nods before looking down at her hands.

“im sorry lena i know it was a shitty move but-“

“A SHITTY MOVE??? YOU BASICALLY STOPPED TALKING TO ME- now that i think about it,,, you did start being nice again around the time jaemin and i got paired,,, you’re despicable, like honestly.” i move to my side of the room and grab my phone. she stands up, watching me walk to the door.

“mags wait thats not-“ i pause, my hand on the door knob.

“its the fact that i can’t even believe a word you say now. how do i know whats true and what isn’t?” she tries to get closer but i glare at her and she stops.

“like i said you can ask chenle and jisung theyre the ones who tol-“ i scoff.

“the two boys who are your friends? how am i supposed to know they aren’t in on it too? do you think im that gullible?” she stays silent. “wow, just,,,, wow” and i walk out to go clear my head in the common room.

we don’t speak to each other the rest of break.

i ignore the thousands of texts from jeno.

i don’t even look at the present he left me.

six /

[h4rring1on]

request; steve finding out eddie has a younger sister and trying to ask her out but eddie’s a helicopter brother trying to keep steve away from you,, eventually you do get time alone with steve and go out with him ect,, anything along those lines yk up to you!! :)

warnings: none! maybe some swearing but other than that i don’t think there’s anything else but please tell me if i missed something!

pairing: steve harrington x munson!reader

a/n: FINALLY A STEVE ONE!! i’ve been craving it for so long i love him sm!

you were never really an open person, very quiet and observant. which was pretty ironic considering your brother was extremely loud and had no problem sharing thoughts with others even if they weren’t tasteful

you always kept to yourself, even from eddie, and he knew that. ever since you moved with your uncle, everything’s changed. you hated living with your parents so it was slightly better, but wayne was basically never home, so it wasn’t exactly great either

eddie knew how you were, and always tried to get you to talk to him. because well, it was just you and him. and to him, you were his only family. so he tried his best with you

but you never opened up. not until steve came around.

you walked into family video, wearing your headphones and listening to tears for tears while looking around, until you felt a tap on your shoulder

you looked to your side and steve’s face just froze, you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. you weren’t exactly normal either, you had heard about the infamous ladies man, but never really got to see him until just now

“need some help?” he said and you were hesitant for a second, before sliding your headphones down to your shoulders and nodding

as he was talking to you, asking what movies you liked watching, so he could help you pick something, and you finally spoke up.

god, your voice was as sweet as honey.

eddie was kind of acquaintances with robin and steve, so he would come in sometimes to hang out with them, and his eyes widened when he saw you talk to him

“what’s going on here?” he asked, startling you

“oh, hey eddie. what are you doing here?” steve asked

“the real question here, harrington. is what are you doing here with my sister?” eddie sternly asked

“uh sister?—wha—dude i work here” he said and you just chuckled, steve’s serious face quickly softened at the sound of your laugh, what was going on with him?

“oh…well, whatever! we’re going, y/n” eddie said, grabbing your arm and pulling you away with him as you waved steve off with a smile

“eddie has a sister?” robin and steve said at the same time the second you walked out

steve tried asking about you to eddie, but the second he heard your name eddie was quickly to stop him. wanting him that you weren’t the right girl for him, and he should just find some other girl to talk to

steve knew that eddie was probably just trying to be an annoying brother and explained to him that it wasn’t like that but eddie refused to even let him see you

and oh boy did he want to see you

something about you. it was—just, he didn’t know how to explain it. but he couldn’t get you off his mind. you were so pretty, so sweet, so…right for him

some days, instead of thinking happily about you, he’d be sad. wondering if he’d ever see you again, and thinking he lost his chance

until you just straight up casually walk in and look around like you’ve never seen him before

he’d basically run up to you, tripping and you’d just be startled, but when you see him, you laugh at how clumsy he is, and instead of being totally embarrassed, he’d grinning like the happiest man on earth, because he got to see you and hear that sweet sweet laugh of yours again

he’d talk to you and he’d be pretty nervous, since he’s around you and also because he’s frankly a little scared eddie will come back

“eddie isn’t here right now” you’d suddenly say and he’d just go like what

“yeah, he’s busy playing dnd, we got a few hours without his constant protectiveness

“oh, well uh…i don’t know why you’d say that”

you chuckle again, “yeah like you’re not gonna faint if he comes in again”

he’d laugh with you, and right there, he’d invite you to go take a little walk around town

you’d walk with him, and even though we’re talking about steve, this time, we’re talking about you. because even though you’re playing it cool, it’s freaking you out how normal you are with him

you haven’t talked this much with your own brother, but something about steve, it was just—it made you feel welcome and comfortable to say what you want

steve’s hearing you talk, and the sounds of the leaves that crunch every time you jump into them, and he just can’t help but feel so happy. even though you haven’t met for that long, he knew. you were perfect

you started to secretly hang out with steve more, and you two got so much closer. he’d take you home and eddie would be there, steve wanted the ground to swallow him up because eddie looked like he was about to cut steve’s head off

you told steve to stay in the car, and you casually walked in and eddje quickly followed, slamming the door behind him. steve couldn’t leave, not with eddie so angry

he could hear the two of you screaming at each other. this always happens, even though you two loved each other, you and eddie barely saw eye to eye.

and it always upset you. because of your past, the second you run into your room, you’d quietly sob into your pillow, regretting all the things you said. and feeling like the biggest disappointment in eddie’s eyes

steve could hear you sniffling, and lightly knocked on the window, you quickly wiped away your tears and let him in, without saying a word, he scooped you up in his arms and you broke down in front him

he’d keep praising you, saying stuff like “it’s okay, eddie still loves you. he won’t be angry for long. it’s alright”

steve would be feeling some immense guilt, because he’d the one who got you fighting in the first place.

you’d be laying in his arms, some light sniffles coming out of you every once in a while, and you knew right then and there just how much steve means to you

the next day, you’d wake up and find steve gone. not knowing that he was actually out with eddie, he wanted it make it right. steve couldn’t stand to see you so upset. he managed to convince eddie to come talk to him

steve told eddie just how much he loved you, and why you made him so happy. and even though eddie cared about you so much, and didn’t want steve to be with you. he saw how happy you were when you were with him. and he hadn’t seen that spark in so long.

he eventually said yes, and you were over the moon. you loved steve so much. and you told him about your past, which made him understand why eddie was so protective over you. that protectiveness grew on him too, and he was protective over just as much as your brother now

but you didn’t care. you were with steve now, and you loved him.

[kalliyen]

Stranger Things Cast:

Having a Crush on You

Pairing: Multiple Characters x GN!Reader

Featuring: Eddie, Steve, Jonathan, Nancy, Robin

Genre: Fluff

Reader Pronouns: They/Them

Warning: A few swears

Disclaimer: ⚠️ ONLY A WORK OF FICTION

Eddie Munson

Is it just me or when Eddie has a crush he will try his best to make them notice him

I mean come on look when he was with Chrissy

Anyways

How you meet

You were Dustin’s older sibling and you dropped him off at DND meeting

You walked into the dnd room and Eddie is just •o• face at you

You didn’t really pay him any kind cause you were to busy with your brother

So after you say goodbye to him Dustin noticed and he’s all like

“Bro were you just checking out my older sibling”

Eddie gets all shy awww

But when you do finally meet him you think he’s really cool despite being a 20 year old man in high school…

He’s still cute tho

When you first hang out with him you learn he’s actually really nice and chill

Steve Harrington

He sees you come in when he was at work looking for a movie to watch with your family

Hasn’t seen you since high school and is surprised to see you back in Hawkins

You see him at the counter and make small talk

“Oh hi Steve! It’s been a while, how’ve you been?”

His brain short circuits for a minute there ngl

He finally answers but it’s like very abrupt and he says it really fast cause he’s nervous

“I’m good! Just here you know, tryna survive”

Cue Robin laughing her ass off at the back

You invite him to hang out sometime and he just

“Y-yeah I-I’d love that”

Robin tells his children and they’re like “oh em gee we’re gonna get another parent??”

Jonathan Byers

YOU’RE A WHEELER!!!

Mike is so tired of his older siblings pulling so much bitches

Okay this is near the end of s4, so like when he gets to go back to Hawkins right

Atp Jonathan thinks he’s gotten over his crush on you but when he sees you again

BOOM BOOM BOOM

Y’all hear that? That’s just his heart about to burst sorry

Falls in love all over again

You running to him

Feels like everything is going in slow motion

Like those Animes that show the couples running into each other slow motion from every angle

Yeah that’s what he feels like rn

Nancy Wheeler

At first Nancy really didn’t like you

Cause you were like the delinquent type and we all know she’s the girlboss smart responsible type yeah

But like over the seasons, she starts seeing your more caring side

What made her come to the realization that “oh shit I like this person”

Was when you were comforting Mike

Nancy rn: ❤️💖💘💓💗💞💕❣️😘😍

After that she tries her best to be nicer to you

You’re so confused cause like “why is she suddenly being nice to me”

But like y’all pop off and become besties in no time

After a lil heart to heart talk y’all finally get together <3

Everyone else is like “FINALLY JESUS THAT TOOK SO LONG”

Robin Buckley

Robin is such a cutie oh my god

Okay okay so you guys meet at band right mhm

You initiate the conversation most of the time cause she’s so nervous to talk to you AJAJAJAJ

Robin always rambles about you to Steve and he’s listening very intently

Mama Steve back at it again

He tries to give advise but Robin is like “nah nah that’s weird”

But she’s does listen to the advice Steve gives tho

She actually does them sometimes

But over all she’s just really happy she even has the chance to be friends with you

She thinks she’s being really suave when she’s staring at you but baby she’s not

You don’t mind the stares tho, you really like that you might just have a chance with her

[ptergwen]

How abt Osborn! Reader x tasm! Peter??? Peter being best friends with both twins bt gets a lil awkward with reader like being stuttering mess and stuff bcz spider boy has a crush on the female osborn lol

science rocks… and minerals

w/c: 774

warnings: swearing and a teeny tiny bit of suggestiveness

a/n: i can’t even begin to tell you how much i love this idea wtf thank u for sending it i hope it’s everything you wanted and more <3

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“oh god, are we really doing this? i can’t believe we’re doing this,” peter blabbers. “it was your idea, you know,” you glance up at him with a challenging gaze. “yeah, but i wasn’t being serious!” he whisper yells. “are you ever?” you agree. you look over the area to make sure nobody is around. “come with me,” you command.

you begin to drag peter down the hall by the sleeve of his jacket, his sneakers skidding across the linoleum floor. peter hurries beside you. he ducks down as you two walk to be extra careful you don’t get caught.

you’re bringing him to your father’s lab. he’s been mentioning wanting to check it out, so you’re making his dreams come true.

it’s what friends are for.

“shit, y/n. how’d you get the password?” peter wonders. he’s taken it upon himself to keep lookout, covering you while you work the keypad. “i have my ways,” you slyly respond. peter quirks a brow. “i stole it from harry, who stole it from our dad,” you elaborate. “there it is. of course it was harry,“ he chuckles.

“we’ve gotta be quick. we don’t have long ‘til he figures it out,” you warn. “what about your dad?” peter inquires, peeking at you over his shoulder. you scoff. “norman couldn’t give less of a fuck if he tried,” you reply, the keypad flashing green as you successfully hack in.

god, you’re fearless. it’s by far what peter likes most about you. then again, he likes everything about you.

likes likes.

the door automatically opens up. peter’s jaw drops, hands seizing your shoulders. you turn around and beam up at him.

“after you, mr. parker,” you prompt him. “why thank you, ms. osborn. you’re too kind,” peter accepts.

he enters the lab at your invitation, a laugh of disbelief bubbling in his chest. you follow him with a toothy smile. the door shuts behind you two. he throws his head back and spins around as he takes everything in, his eyes practically twinkling at the sight.

“this is amazing. you’re amazing,” peter gawks. “you’re the biggest science geek i know, parker. and i’m an osborn. that’s saying something,” you tease him. “hey, science rocks… and minerals,” he jokes. “you’re proving my point,” you retort. “shh, shh. lemme have my moment,” he shushes, the sparkle never leaving his eyes.

you let peter show himself around the lab. you giggle every time he oohs and ahs at all your dad’s tech, in absolute awe. he’s having the time of his life.

you’re glad you did this.

you run over to peter with a spare lab coat in your hands, grinning as you stand before him.

“here, try this on,” you hold it open for him. peter slips his arms into the coat, laughing softly. “how do i look?” he questions. you adjust it for him and squeeze his biceps definitively. “like a true scientist,” you answer.

peter shakes his head, a light blush tinting his cheeks. your hands still haven’t moved from his arms.

“you really are amazing, y/n,” peter speaks quietly. “you’re adorable, peter,” you pinch his pink cheeks. they blush an even deeper shade. “shut up,” he breathes out a laugh. “i mean it. i’ve, uh, i’ve been meaning to tell you that i…” he cuts himself off.

his phone vibrates with a text.

impeccable timing.

peter quickly pulls it out of his pocket and switches it onto silent. you cock your head to the side curiously.

“who’s that?” you ask. “just harry. i think he wants to hang or something,” peter responds. you roll your eyes. “jesus, sometimes i swear he has a bigger crush on you than i do,” you remark. “yeah, i-“ peter stops mid-sentence when he registers what you just said. “i… you… what?” he splutters out, blinking rapidly.

“i like you,” you reiterate, unfazed. “woah, woah, woah! you can’t just drop that on me!” peter chokes out. “why not?” you shrug. he animatedly flails his hands around. “i wasn’t ready! and plus, that’s what i was gonna tell you!” he explains.

his lips twitch into a smile nevertheless, his heart bursting.

you like him.

“alright, take two,” you concede, arms crossing over your chest. peter inhales a breath. “i like you, y/n,” he admits. “no shit, peter,” you deadpan, pulling him in by the collar of his lab coat.

your lips crash into peter’s, arms winding around his neck. peter instantly melts into the kiss, sighing contentedly and grabbing at your hips. he walks you backwards to an empty table as the kiss heats up.

he doesn’t care what you say, science does rock.

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

Professor Grant

Summary: You heard there was a new teacher for Egyptology and can’t wait to see what this class is about. Especially with all the hype coming from those that have already taken it. 

Does this count as reader insert? It’s second person point of view. I don’t know what I’m doing...  

Warning:  none. unless you count bad indulgent writing.

Word Count:  1069

You’re so excited to start your new class on ancient Egyptology. There’s a professor there that everyone raves about. 

Despite him not taking the usual approach to becoming a professor, (rumor has it he showed up one day and no one could get him to leave, which is only partly true), his class is quickly becoming known as THE class to take on the subject. 

He has written papers, articles, books, and debated all the old famous people that were once considered top tier. This man came out of nowhere and pointed to a blip on a map and said “Alexander The Great is here”. 

It also helps a bit that there are a whole bunch of wild rumors about him. Some believe he is a time traveler from Ancient Egypt. Others speculate that he’s some sort of unknown superhero. Some think he’s an alien or one of the Asgardians displaced on earth. It’s hard to see him as any of those things when you pull up his profile picture on the school website. 

Curls, glasses, a goofy smile, a tie with hieroglyphs all over it, and his background is a fish tank. 

First day of class he walks in with his coffee cup, his briefcase (which seems to only contain his lunch), and points to his name on the board. “Hello!” he waves. “My name is Steven, with a V. Steven Grant. I’m here to teach you about Egyptology!” 

There is the briefest of pauses while he sets his things down and collects himself. You have just enough time to wonder ‘who is this man?’ and then he goes off. 

The way he talks, his hands gesturing, his body moving, his pauses, his stares, his smiles… It’s mesmerizing. You can’t help but love the topic as much as he does. You can feel his passion and he makes it all so amazingly reachable for you. For anyone. He could be speaking in ancient Egyptian and you’d still hang on and understand every word. 

Now and then he seems to remember himself and will slow as if unsure if he should still be talking. A sign of someone used to being told to shut up or of an audience that doesn’t care. Once he checks in with the group and is sure everyone is following, he will give the biggest smile and fly off again, pointing to maps and drawing fun scribbles on the board. 

Someone that has seen his class before leans over and whispers to you, “He’s having a good day. Totally with it today.” 

You wonder what that means. 

He holds class twice a week and only a few hours each day. You overheard one student going on about a taxi cab she took home from a party a few nights ago and she swears up and down that it was Professor Grant in a disguise that drove. He acted like he didn’t recognize her. 

Every now and then Professor Grant comes to class and gives a different sort of lecture. His normally cheerful and wide gaze is drawn down into a cranky and unsure glare. He pulls lesson plans from the desk drawer like a substitute teacher and flips through them halfheartedly. “Yeah yeah. I’ve got this terrible headache or whatever. Today we’re supposed to talk about uh… Yeah I don’t know what that is. Read chapter twenty. I’m sure that’s a good one.” 

The next day when Professor Grant comes in, he stares at the notes on his desk. “We just started chapter twelve. Why would we jump to twenty? I wrote it clearly in my instructions what chapter we were on!” 

The girl next to you leans over. “He does this now and then. He once gave a lecture on why the old Egyptian gods were all assholes then dismissed class early. I honestly think those lessons are amazing.” 

“Nah, those are boring.” Someone else leaned in. “I’m here for the other types.” 

“Other types?” You wonder aloud. 

“Yeah. It’s hard to describe but sometimes he comes in and just exudes this whole…mysterious sexy aura.” They sighed and smiled wistfully. 

You wondered what the heck that could mean. You only have to wait a week to find out. He came in one day dressed in form fitting clothes, a popped collar, a tie, and a flat cap. He rushed in ten minutes late and sat down at his desk in a hurry. Looking around, he leaned back in his chair and glanced at his watch. 

“Lo siento. I lost track of time while taking care of some things.” He tapped a finger on the desk as if expecting something to happen. When nothing did, he sighed heavily. “Alright.” He pulled out some notes from the desk and glanced through them. “Okay, we’re on chapter fifteen. I hate this chapter. I always get stuck with this chapter. I think he does this on purpose. Today we are going to review the revival of the gods and reconstruction of the pantheon powers in the new kingdom.” He paused to mutter something under his breath in what sounded a bit like Spanish. “We’re going to start with the moon god Khonshu and how his cult was overturned in favor of Ra.” 

It was a lecture unlike any other. Filled with curses, graphic descriptions of violence, and a bizarre story about Ammit and Khonshu having a nasty break up. At the end of the lesson, he got up and looked like a man in need of a cigarette. “Alright, tomorrow is back to normal. Tonight…. I don’t know, write a page about what your favorite animal is.”

When Professor Grant had collected the papers and stared at the first paper on his desk, he had put his face in his hands and muttered to himself about how he promised not to force chapter fifteen on to someone next semester. 

Even with those odd days, Professor Grant was amazing. You have never been more interested in a subject and never done so well. After all, it was hard not to catch his passion. Even on days where he mumbled as if caught in a haze only to change tactics and deliver some off the wall content, you looked forward to each class. 

You hear he’ll be starting a third day soon where he is going to start teaching hieroglyphic translations. You can’t wait to take that class too. 

[spencersawkward]

omg I’m so excited you’re on here and taking requests!! do you think you could do something like baby Spence losing his virginity to a close friend & it’s like adorable, goofy, fluffy smut bc he cannot get over the fact that he’s actually having sex with someone

I’VE BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONE-- TURN IT UP!!!

on a serious note, i'm so glad you asked for this one bc i really wanna add a scene like this in the fic i'm working on rn. i'm v excited.

summary: when the secret of Spencer's virginity gets accidentally spilled in front of the whole team, reader goes to check on him.

word count: 5.6k

relationship: Fem!Reader/Spencer Reid

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, fluff.

masterlist

hanging out with the team is easily the best part of the week. after spending days in Arizona with our focus entirely on the most recent case, my mind is practically ready to snap. I feel like I've been running on fumes, and when Penelope suggested we take the evening to hit our favorite bar, I was practically already out the door.

so now I'm sandwiched between JJ and Emily as we throw back our first shots of the night. my skin is already flushed with the elation of laughter, the pleasant thrum of conversation that surrounds us.

"that's bitter." JJ makes a face when she slams the empty glass on the table. I screw up my nose.

"why did we pick vodka?" I hate vodka.

"it gets the job done." Emily laughs. I shudder at the aftertaste that sits on my tongue.

Morgan wanders over, Pen on his arm while she totes a brightly colored pink alcohol. they're flirting as usual, but she pauses in her witticisms to grab my arm.

"we're playing truth or shot in that booth over there." she says to me, then gets the attention of the other two women. I let out a disbelieving laugh.

"truth or shot? like truth or dare but without the dare?"

"Reid, is that you?" Morgan says sarcastically. I slug him in the arm with a pout.

"be nice." but I'm giggling. he loops his arm through mine and we head back to the table, Penelope already starting a new conversation with JJ and Prentiss as they follow. Spencer is sitting in the booth with an Arnold Palmer, sipping from the straw like it's his job. I slide into the spot next to him.

"hi, you." I smile. "I haven't seen you at all tonight."

he holds up his glass. "I don't really drink."

"that's fine," I wave it off. "I just meant I wanted to hang out with you."

"oh." he smiles a little. "sorry."

"no big deal. you're here now." I shrug and turn to Pen as she calls my name.

"I'm gonna order a bottle. that okay?" she points to the bar with a mischievous smile. glancing once at Spencer and his slightly awkward position between Morgan and me, I make a snap decision.

"you know what? I think I'll just have a lemonade."

"you sure? Jayge said you spent the whole plane ride back talking about getting wasted--" Penelope's words cause a blush to spread over my face. I cut her off.

"I'm sure. thanks, Penny."

she nods. "of course, sweet cheeks."

I focus back on Reid, who is looking at me gratefully. he would never say it out loud, but I know he feels a little out-of-place sometimes. it's hard enough for him to come out with us to bars; the least I can do is be a sober friend. I open my mouth to start a conversation about an article I read the other day when Prentiss speaks.

"okay, so... who's ready?" her voice, always so certain, carries over the table. all of us make enthusiastic noises of assent, and she grins as Penelope returns with an armful of glasses. Derek gets up to grab the actual alcohol, and then when we're all settled in, the game begins.

"the rules are simple: you tell the truth, or you drink!" the tech analyst explains. the stakes for Spencer and me are lower, but that doesn't really matter. I'm excited to hear the team divulge their secrets.

"I'll start." Prentiss doesn't even hesitate before she looks at Morgan. "Derek, are you still sleeping with that one woman from sex crimes?"

Morgan raises his eyebrows at the question, irises flitting between Emily and the rim of his drink. there's a slight smirk on his face; he knows what a player he is and he's okay with flaunting it.

"Ally? no." he sighs. "things didn't end well between us."

"what? why?" I ask, eyes widening before I look around at everyone. "who is this woman?"

"cool your jets, sparky." Morgan teases me. "only one question per round."

"I'll tell you later." Prentiss raises her drink in my direction and winks.

"uh, no no." Morgan attempts to stop her, but JJ interrupts him.

"speaking of things not ending well," she says loudly. "Pen, why did you and Sam break up?"

"well," Penelope sticks her tongue between her teeth as she thinks it over with a devilish smile. her lips are a ruby red tonight, bright against her pale skin and big eyes. "to be completely honest, he just wasn't... doin' it for me. you know?"

"like--?" Emily glances down at her lap. Pen nods quickly and I snicker. JJ looks awestruck.

"I thought it was going so well."

"it was, but..." Penelope seems to genuinely think this over before she speaks. "if it's right, it just clicks. and it never clicked with Sam."

"profound." I compliment, high-fiving the high-energy blonde. we giggle before she turns to me with a glint in her eye.

"oh, do I have a plan for you," she smirks. "tell me, Y/N: if you had to sleep with one person on our team, who would it be?"

"women included?" I clarify, my cheeks suddenly on fire. how come everyone got easy questions except for me? I'm really just biding time.

"of course." she nudges my shoulder. I mull this over for a minute. I could say the truth, but I don't think that would be the right thing to do. however ironic that is. given the situation, I do something which I have never been good at and which I don't enjoy doing: I lie.

"although all of you are catches," I preface. "I think I would probably pick Emily."

Prentiss almost chokes on her own spit as her head snaps to see my face.

"me?" she asks.

"low-pressure fun." I shrug, the stress of the moment rolling off my shoulders with the ensuing laughter of my team members. Spencer takes a sip of his drink and peeks at me from his spot before I focus my attention to JJ.

we go on like this for a while, our original plan of "truth or drink" really just turning into a game of "truth and drink." as our laughter gets progressively louder, our questions and answers get progressively more provocative. we get into risky territory towards the fourth round, and I can practically feel Spencer's discomfort radiating off of him. thank god everyone has been taking it easier on him with their questions.

that is, until Morgan hits about five shots and decides to throw him to the wolves.

"so, Reid," he asks. there's no malice in his tone and I'm sure he's not meaning to embarrass the boy genius, but the question makes me wince anyways. "have we made any progress on the virginity front?"

it's like a fucking pall over the table. Reid goes rigid in his spot, and JJ's protective eyes dart between him and Morgan. Penelope's jaw drops.

"wait, Reid, you're a--?" her voice is tender, not judgmental, but Spencer's cheeks turn pink and he looks at Derek with a hurt expression.

"not cool." he says, body shifting in my direction. his eyes communicate everything; without a word, I know what he wants. I scoot out of the booth, letting him slip by me to walk outside.

truly, I'm speechless. we all stare at his lanky frame push through the door, but nobody talks until at least fifteen seconds pass.

"what the hell was that, Morgan?" JJ asks.

"I thought everyone knew--" he throws his hands up. "I swear I wouldn't have said anything if--"

"why would everyone know that?" I feel myself get angry for Spencer's sake. "that's an incredibly personal thing, especially to him."

"that wasn't you, my love." Penelope's voice is soft, sobered by the incident that just occurred. the playful air at the table is officially ruined, and we keep glancing at the doorway like Reid will come back in and everything will be fine. he doesn't.

"I'm gonna go apologize." Morgan starts to get up, seemingly beginning to realize the weight of his words. it's one thing to ask about Reid's sex life in general; it's another to point out specifically the entire absence of it. Spencer doesn't seem to be bothered by most things, but this is different. my heart hurts.

we watch Morgan go, the women all looking at each other with worried expressions.

"I feel bad." Penelope says.

"y'know, Spence never told me that." JJ observes.

"he really trusts Morgan." Prentiss says what we're all thinking. Morgan has always been like a big brother to him, and being embarrassed in front of your co-workers like that can't be a pleasant feeling.

we sit in a relative silence for about five minutes until Morgan walks back into the bar. he pulls out his wallet and pays for the drinks, then walks over to us.

"I'm gonna go for a walk. do you need me to call you all cabs?" he asks. those dramatic brows are drawn low over his face, emphasizing his regret. I look between my friends and clear my throat.

"it's okay. I only had one shot about an hour and a half ago. I can drive everyone home."

"okay," Morgan sighs, his head turning briefly to the door before focusing back on us. "drive safe, ladies."

and then he's gone.

"you guys ready?" I start to shrug my jacket on. they all nod and we get ready to go.

...

sitting in my apartment later that night, my head is swimming. even though it's none of my business what happens in Spencer's sex life, I wish I could tell him that it's okay. nobody cares at all if he's a virgin or not. but I know it's still embarrassing.

I hate that I lied earlier tonight, too. I wanted to say Spencer's name when they asked who I wanted, because I meant it. we're close, and I will always love him as a friend. but I've also always wanted more.

nobody, not even any of the other BAU women, know about my crush. I didn't want it to get in the way, or for it to come out and ruin my friendship with Reid. he doesn't like me like that, and that's fine, but what's not fine is not having him as my friend.

he was the first person I really connected with when I came here, and I feel a little protective over him, too.

once the clock hits eleven, I consider calling. he’s definitely not asleep yet. Spencer is a night owl. normally at this time he'd be curled up with a huge book, reading impossibly fast.

when he picks up on the third ring, the air leaves my lungs.

"Y/N?" he asks, more surprised than anything else.

"hey, Spence--" I hesitate, suddenly not sure what to say. sorry Morgan told everyone you're a fucking virgin? “do you wanna come over?"

maybe if I see him face-to-face, I'll be able to collect my thoughts better. the words hang in the air, festering over the line until I'm just about to take them back, before he replies.

"y-yeah. I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

my hands are shaking at my side when I open the door for the tall genius. he's still wearing his outfit from earlier, hair slicked back like normal. I've settled for my usual sweatpants and t-shirt winning combo. it's not like he cares.

"hey." I smile, trying to read his micro expressions. there are two possible outcomes here, knowing him: either he's going to be totally, completely over it, or he'll be able to write a War-and-Peace-length book on why he's upset.

"hi." he gives a wan smile and I let him into my apartment, closing the door behind him and gesturing to the couch.

"I missed this place." he says absently, looking around at the mess of decor and case files. I snort as I recall the last time he was here. he wanted to borrow a book that I had, and we ended up watching an entire docu-series about homing pigeons. it was surprisingly interesting; mostly because his commentary is both informative and funny.

"it missed you." I anthropomorphize my living space, but the phrase hangs heavy. I'm worried about him. I'm always worried about Spencer. he turns to look at me, opening his mouth to say something. I brush past him and walk into the kitchen. "coffee?"

"sure." he follows me like a lost puppy, leaning against the counter while I pull out two mugs and get to work.

"hey," I pause for a moment to look him in the eyes. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry-- about what happened... tonight."

"oh, that?" he scoffs, waves it off unconvincingly. "it's fine."

I raise my brows the slightest bit, never breaking eye contact. he wouldn’t have come if he didn’t want to talk about it. he cracks easily.

"it's just embarrassing, you know?" he says, staring out my kitchen window to alleviate his own nerves. I gesture for him to follow me back into the living room and I sit down criss-cross applesauce on the couch. he mirrors me, kicking off those cute black Converse.

"I don't think the fact itself is embarrassing, but I totally get why it feels that way. he shouldn't have said anything." I nod.

"like, that's personal. a-and--" he hesitates a moment, gesticulating wildly now. "and it's not like he's got any right! at least I don't go around with so many girls that I forget their names."

the thought of Reid sleeping with that many women is a little bit funny, but it also makes my stomach twist with jealousy.

"did he apologize?"

"yeah, he did. and he was drunk, I know." he rolls his eyes. "I'm overreacting."

"no, really, you're not." without thinking, I scoot closer to him and place my hand over his, which is sitting on his knee. I remember that Spencer is usually pretty averse to touch, but when I move it back to my lap, he seems a little disappointed. I wonder if he gets lonely.

"is it weird?" the question sounds raw, like he's mustering a lot to hear my response. I shake my head immediately.

"well, for one, Spence, I would never judge anyone based on their sex life, period." I chuckle. "and two, no way! if you aren't into having sex at this point in your life-- or ever-- that's totally your choice and you're entitled to it."

his eyes meet mine, pools of honeyed hazel that swim with a slightly amber shade. his face is so pretty, it's sometimes unbelievable to me that he doesn't get more action. bone structure that would make a sculpture envious.

"that's the thing," he licks his lips nervously before averting his gaze again. "I am interested-- I just don't-- well, I don't--"

"don't have someone to do it with?" I suggest with a slight smile. he nods, then clarifies.

"girls don't really seem to be interested in me."

I let out a laugh, unable to contain myself. his head jerks up to frown in confusion. I’m quick to amend myself.

"Spence, that's not true at all. you're such a catch! you're sweet and funny and way smarter than anyone I know. not to mention that you're adorable." I compliment, letting some of the thoughts I've been keeping to myself bubble to the surface. "any girl would be beyond lucky to be with you, sexually or not." Spencer blushes at my words, but the squirming in his spot tells me that it makes him feel warm inside. he smiles a little.

"you think?" it's genuine. he appreciates being praised, and it makes my heart flutter when he gives me that expression like I've made his night.

"I know." more of what I want to say rolls around my mind, unsure of whether or not I should admit it. but I think that right now, it'll only serve to make him feel better. "actually, I should tell you something."

"what?" he's curious now.

"when we were at the bar and Penelope asked who I'd be with... on the team... I lied."

"okay." he nods, somehow not connecting the dots. I guess it doesn't matter if they've got enormous IQs; boys are still clueless.

"I was gonna say you." the truth presses from the inside out, lifting a weight off my chest now that it's out there. even if he doesn't return that feeling, I'm suddenly glad that I told him.

"me?" he gestures to his narrow chest. I nod.

"yeah. I didn't wanna make you uncomfortable or embarrass you in front of our friends." I explain. he breaks into a grin.

"thanks." like I've given him something. I feel myself smiling as well, and then we're just looking at each other. tension that neither of us is willing to break. as much as I'd like to take him right here right now, he hasn't said anything about actually having sex or even about being attracted to me. for all I know, he could be completely indifferent.

"listen, Spence--"

"would you be willing to--" we speak at the same time, both of us stopping and laughing awkwardly.

"sorry, you go first." I offer, and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.

"would you want to... um..." he scratches the back of his neck before his eyes meet mine. "try it?"

"sex?" I raise my eyebrows. he nods. I try to find the right response. that’s more assertive than I expected. my pulse is fast, daring me to tell the truth. "I mean-- yes, I would love to-- but are you sure you want it to be with me, Spence? what about a girl that you like?"

"you are a girl that I like." he says this like it's matter-of-fact, like it's obvious. my heart stops in my chest before it starts to hammer.

"really?" a smile makes its way onto my face.

"I thought you knew."

"no." I laugh. my chest is full of sunlight.

"well, you are."

there's a brief silence where I try to get myself back on track. he likes me, too.

"are you sure you want to do this?" I glance at the space between our bodies, which has grown steadily smaller over the course of our conversation. Spencer is watching my every move with an intensity that tells me he's nervous.

"yes." he's unwavering.

"okay, well, you've kissed girls, right?" I inch closer. he nods.

"one."

"oh, Spencer," I sigh contentedly. "I have so much to teach you."

right after I say this, Spencer shifts uncomfortably in his seat. it's only then that I notice his hand covering his lap, the erection that's forming beneath his pants. my eyes flick up to his hungrily.

"sorry." he apologizes.

"don't be." our faces are inches apart and he's practically holding his breath. "I'm gonna kiss you. is that okay?"

"yes." he replies immediately. I place my hands gently on the side of his face, admiring the softness and sharpness of his jaw when I pull him to me, kissing him with a suppressed desire. his mouth is soft against mine, a little anxious to move. after a moment, he starts to relax.

his lips part and I deepen our contact, tilting my head and keeping it mostly mild at first. I don't want to shove my tongue down his throat. our knees are touching and his hand hesitantly finds my waist, the other going to run through my hair. I sigh into him, his fingertips a new sensation that I adore.

Spencer begins to give in a bit more to himself, asserting himself in the kiss and slipping his tongue over my bottom lip. I almost laugh at how quickly he gets the hang of it. he reads my body language effortlessly, not even skipping a beat when I climb into his lap and lace my arms around his neck.

"is this okay?" I pull away momentarily. he nods.

"you're so pretty." an unrelated response, but appreciated nonetheless. I laugh and peck his nose.

"thanks." and then we're back to making out, his hands resting on the small of my back. it's nice. I could stay like this forever, just pressed against Spencer while my fingers thread through his soft hair. he's cautious with me, and it's innocent.

I can feel his boner, can feel from the eagerness of his kisses that he's trying not to bring up the fact that he's literally just throbbing in his pants right now. in order to give him a little of what he wants, I start to rock my hips against his.

Spencer whimpers into my mouth. I stop and look down at him.

"do you want me to stop?"

"no, god, no— never stop." he's mindless in his reply, already grabbing my hips greedily and trying to regain that friction. I shake my head with a chuckle, then resume my actions. he starts to rut up against me, groaning into our embrace while his hands get more adventurous.

I withdraw, breaking the kiss to straighten up. he doesn't stop the microscopic pushes of his hips. I bite back a smile, enjoying the friction, too.

"do you wanna take my clothes off, Spence?" I ask softly.

"y-yes." he replies, gingerly taking the hem of my top and beginning to lift it over my head. when he places it on the couch beside me, his eyes immediately fall to my bra. slender fingers run up my bare waist, his watch glinting in the candlelight. when he doesn't immediately reach to unclasp my bra, I grab his wrist and guide it to the clasps myself. he moves with a surprising ease, unsnapping the thing and grazing over my skin as he slides the straps down my shoulders. I can tell that he’s shaking a tad, but it doesn’t hinder him.

the second that he's discarded the lingerie, he looks up at me with moony eyes.

"can I... kiss you?" he looks at my bare chest. "here?"

"of course, Spence." I nod. he presses his lips to the space between my ribs, drags them up to the valley between my breasts. lingers, then attaches himself to one of my nipples. I sigh, throwing my head back at the way he moves intuitively, sucking and running his tongue over the peak. he squeezes the other breast, plays with the nipple and starts to acquaint himself with the curves of my body.

the whole time, he's straining against my core, rutting helplessly in pleasure. it feels heavenly, with that sweet face of his so devoted to making me feel good, that I nearly stray from the purpose of the experience.

"Spencer..." I breathe. he moans at the sound of his name, then looks up at me from his place sucking on my tits. his teeth graze of my skin and I buck into his lap, causing him to groan appreciatively. my fingers tangle in his soft hair.

"Y/N," he pulls away from my chest, his lips making a soft popping sound. I gaze down at him, a bit lost in the fantasies running through my head. he's a natural. "can we, um-- like, expedite this process a little?"

"expedite the process?” I repeat back to him, giggling at his formality.

"what?" his voice goes up an octave, but he's smiling. "you know what I mean."

"I really do." I lean down, pressing my thumb into his jaw and angling his face up to mine to kiss. while his hands curiously move over my body, I start to push down the waistband of my sweatpants. I break contact just for a moment to peel them off, and he releases a quiet whine. it's cute.

"come back." he says softly, watching as I slide the bottoms down my legs, leaving me in my panties.

"I'm back." I peck his cheek, climb into his lap again. "can we take off your clothes, too?"

"mhmm." he nods. his lips part when my fingers work at the buttons of his shirt, undoing them with a torturous slowness. I can feel his eyes on my face the whole time.

"what?" I chuckle, peeking up at him for a moment before I pull his shirt open and run my palms up his chest, over his shoulders. he nearly shudders at the sheer touch.

"I just can't believe this is actually happening." he smiles in that way of his, like he's suppressing the depth of his emotions, with his brows slightly raised. I take the opportunity to enjoy the sight of him before me, his rapidly rising and falling chest, the smoothness of his skin.

"honestly?" I start to unbutton his pants, and he jerks up into my hand, blushing once he realizes the earnestness of his actions. I smirk encouragingly. "me, neither."

before I pull down his boxers, my eyes flick to his. "is this still okay?"

"Y/N," he groans. "if you don't do something, I'm gonna cum too early." he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment when my hand moves over his clothed erection, like he's holding on. "please."

"sorry." I release him from the confines. it hits his stomach and he waits for my reaction, as if he's afraid that I'll change my mind right now. but I'm definitely not going to. "holy fuck, Spencer."

"what?" he panics slightly, sitting up more. "is it not enough?"

"not enou--" I stutter, almost laugh. "no, it's plenty. I had no idea..."

"oh." he hides the pleased smile on his face, blush spreading over his pretty throat. in the interest of "expediting the process," I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and gently pump him.

Spencer's stomach tenses and he grabs onto the cushion of the couch with a tight fist, sighing.

"mmm..." he doesn't try to word his emotions, but I know. and I like that I'm making him feel this way, sharing this experience. Spencer and I are such close friends, I never thought we'd actually have sex. my assumption was that I'd watch him grow into himself, find a nice girl and treat her like a queen.

but here I am, spitting into my hand before jerking him off to prepare for what’s next. he’s throbbing, sounds coming from his throat.

"I'm gonna sit on it, okay?" I lean down to whisper in his ear. he touches my waist, my neck, kisses a random spot on my chest in the waves of pleasure that I'm giving him.

"o-okay." he mumbles, waiting for me to actually do it. and there's a moment of tense anticipation between both of us, when I sit up and pull my panties to the side. Spencer watches like I'm the only thing in the world, saving the memory of my body on top of his for later.

I run the head of his cock along my entrance, soaking him in the wetness between my thighs. I didn't realize how turned on I'd already gotten, and he lets out a quiet whine when he feels the evidence of how much I want him.

our eyes lock when I sink down. it's a new feeling for him, and the shape of his member as it stretches my walls causes me to bite my lip to withhold moaning too loudly. he whimpers, neck tensing and fingertips digging into my hips.

"o-oh." he sucks in a breath as I reach the halfway point. he's so big, I have to go slow in order not to overwhelm myself. but it feels good, too. like... unbelievably good. I grip onto his shoulders and my head falls forward into his shoulder.

"Spencer, holy shit." I moan.

"does it feel nice?" he asks, concerned for my own pleasure. I feel my chest flutter at the thoughtfulness of the boy wonder even when he's in the midst of losing his virginity, and I lower myself onto the rest of him.

"mhmm," I rest for a moment. "how do you feel?"

"like--" his breath hitches when I begin to rock back and forth on him. "like I've been missing out."

I can't help the giggle that slips past my lips, but then it quickly turns into a longing moan when he starts to thrust up into me like a helpless thing. Spencer is brilliant, but his brain cells go out the window when he throws his head back and begs me to move more.

I nod, raising and lowering myself until we reach a special pace. it's not fast or slow, just the two of us trying to stay in the moment while we hold on tightly to each other. I can feel the cool metal of his watch when he splays his hand out over my spine, the warmth of his breath while he pants against my shoulder.

he hits my g-spot over and over. my moans are torn from my throat by the burning of my lungs. it's like I can't breathe because I'm so focused on chasing the orgasm building in my stomach. and Spencer... I can tell he's almost finished.

the erratic nature of his jerking body tells me.

"I'm gonna cum..." he moans into my neck. "do- do you want me to pull out?"

"no." I arch my back and throw myself into the friction of our bodies. he stares up at me while I ride him, the merciless grinding of my hips because I just can't help myself. "oh my god, Spencer."

he notices how close I am and, in a surprisingly deft move, slides two fingers over my pussy to find my clit. the ensuing noise from me tells him that he's found it, and he begins to rub in quick circles. it's rough and hard, but that's exactly what I need right now.

"cum for me, Spence." I breathe. his free hand grips onto my thigh and pulls me over him, his own words unintelligible within the sounds of absolute pleasure.

"please." he begs for something I don't know, spills his seed inside of my pussy and holds onto me like I'm an anchor to this world while he peers into the next. the feeling of him spreading through my stomach, along with the reckless movements of his limbs and the way he looks at me while he rides out his orgasm, sends me over the edge.

"oh my fuck!" I collapse, grabbing his shoulders tightly and rolling myself down while he removes his fingers from my body. it's jarring, the intensity, like my normal functions can't respond correctly. all I can process is the tightening of my stomach, the pleasure between my legs, vision going slightly fuzzy at the edges. he moans when my cunt flutters around him, the muscles trying desperately to hold him here with me forever. I take deep breaths and slow down, my forehead dropping again while I start to remember my own name.

neither of us speaks. I think I'm still too in shock about what just happened, but in the best way. he keeps running his hands over my skin, then wraps his arms around my torso so that I'm pulled against his chest. I smile, kissing his ear before I finally break the silence.

"hi."

"hi." he's got a satisfied tone.

"do you need anything? water?" I ask, exhausted but realizing that this is still new for Spencer and it's my job to make sure he's as comfortable as possible. he nuzzles his nose into my clavicle and squeezes me tighter.

"stay here with me." there's a slight edge to his words. he's afraid of me leaving. I snuggle down, perfectly happy to remain. heat radiates from his skin, and I like the way it feels.

"of course."

we linger in each other’s arms, both of us coming back into the real world and holding on in an attempt to soften the blow. I just had sex with Spencer.

"thank you." he whispers into my hair.

"for what?" the smile on my face is lazy.

"for doing this."

"well, I really wanted to." I laugh. "so, I guess, thank you, too."

"you're quite welcome." his response is cheerful and then we're both laughing, the sound rumbling from his chest. "can we do it again at some point?"

"I would be happy to." I beam. the contented sigh that leaves his lips, followed by a slight sinking of our bodies down the couch in collective exhaustion, fills me with a joy that's quiet but obvious.

“I’ll last longer next time, I promise.” he says. I can practically hear the blush in his cheeks.

“you did amazing, Spence. don’t worry about it.” I press a few stray kisses to him.

I'll need to go clean up, soon, but it can wait a few more minutes. this is my favorite place on earth.