#smiling friends Allan red x reader

[oinkinpigprince]

Alan x reader cuddling headcanons plz :3

>:33

Allan cuddling headcanons

He’s very stiff, doesn’t really cuddle and show a lot of intimacy to people. Sure, Allan’s had a lot of one night stands but he’s also not great at giving nor receiving actual love

Once Allan relaxes after a little bit he tends to hug you REALLY tight, like tighter than you’d think from him. It’s subconscious and just likes to feel you close to him

He also might be trying to steal your warmth, Allan seems like a person who’s ALWAYS cold. So if you’re warm blooded he LOVES to hold you tight to him to feel off your heat, like a snake

It’s kinda rare if hes in the mood for hugs, he hates interacting w/ anyone after work so it’s usually when you two finally lay down to rest. You’ll scoot over to him with the cutest puppy dog eyes, usually he’ll just kiss you goodnight and roll over but sometimes he just wants to have you in his arms

He prefers being the big spoon, just having something in his arms is nice. Or if you wanna hold him he prefers to be face to face, in your chest with your head resting on his. Usually though you two just lay back to back

Doesn’t mind you laying on top of him, either on his back or stomach. Allan just lays there while you get comfy and he’ll play on his phone. Or you crawl into his lap while watching a tv show

Allan DOES enjoy cuddling in the winter a lot more than the summer. In the winter he likes to have blankets and blankets piled on top you two. It’s nice and warm and he just holds you in his arms while watching movies

If you sit in his lap while he’s doing something he might subconsciously rock you back and forth gently, he doesn’t realize he’s doing to but sometimes you accidentally fall asleep to it, baby reflexes.

[asmallpinkfan3]

Sick and tired.- Allan x reader

First time writing for smiling friends so I do hope I get him as accurate as possible. (I love Allan)

Gender neutral reader btw.

Warnings: cursing,throwing up, established relationship,small itty bitty mention of weed Allan might be OOC

Walking through the store you and your boyfriend Allan had been sent on a job to get mr.boss some pens for his office. Your eyes are squinted from the bright light hitting your already pounding head making it even worse.

“I don’t know why he couldn’t get it himself”. Allan’s voice reached your ears as it seemed to make you even more overstimulated then wanted. “Yea, I really don’t know either.” You respond tiredly hoping he wouldn’t catch on to the fact of you obviously not feeling well. Grabbing the box of pens you walk beside the critter to the check out only for a worker to accidentally bump into Allan.

“Watch where you-oh.” The workers voice changes from defensive to distaste upon seeing Allan, it’s a somewhat blue critter with 6 arms. “God damnit what do you want?” He asks Allan watching the red critter cross his arms and glare at him. “I’m just going to the register”. He answers whilst fixing his blue neck tie and rolling his eyes. Looking down away from the two critters you feel nauseous wanting to just go home and go to sleep. “Allan can we just go?” Your voice snaps Allan out of his snarky comments with Armzo. Nodding he silently walks with you to the register.

Now that the precious pens have been purchased you and Allan walk to the parking lot to the company’s car. “Your pale, are you feeling ok?” Allan’s voice asks as you lean against the car taking a breath as the heat of the warm day beats on you making your stomach turn. “Yea Allan I’m o-“ you can’t even finish your sentence before you hunch over and puke on the parking lot pavement.

Allan quickly pulls your hair (if you have any) back while you puke a concerned look on his face. When you’re done he gets in the car and turns on the AC to cool you off as he feels the car move when you plop down and take a deep breath. “L-let’s just get these back to mr. Boss and go home.” You say cutting the silence while you closing your eyes.

After getting the pens to mr. Boss you are currently at Allan’s apartment on his couch with a blanket over you as Allan talks to the landlord the landlord asking if he wants to smoke weed and drink diet soda while playing burn out revenge on the PlayStation 2. Declining Allan shuts the door and walks over to you as he moves your legs over his lap. Usually he’s not the type for too much physical contact but since it’s you he’s not too bothered.

“Do you need anything?” He questions while changing the tv channel to something at least the tiniest bit interesting. Switching through the channels as he lands on a cheese channel, as odd as it may be you know he’s not changing channels for a while. “No I’m alright”. You respond your voice now nasally just like your boyfriends. It kinda causes a little laugh from him. “You sound like me”. He mentions earning a small smile from you.

Patting your leg with his long slender hands he sits back and watches the tv with you, not noticing your eyes getting heavy from the sickness and the tiring day you’ve had already. Upon seeing you doze off Allan reaches down and quickly pecks your forehead. “Get some sleep.”

Im sorry this sucks I hope to try to get better at writing him also I’m literally half asleep while writing this and South Park is playing on the tv and if I don’t post this ill forget about it.

[pinecipitation]

Hey again, friend! Your fics are amazing, thank you so much! I'd love to request some headcanons about Allan, Charlie, and Pim! This is for a gender-neutral reader who's new as a smiling friend or receptionist, with a mutual pining scenario. (CONTINUE TO SLAY, LOVE YOU LOTS)

HELLO FRIEND!! thank u so much for your support, we gang fr,, AND CONTINUE TO SLAY TOO!! sorry for the wait, I was quite literally fighting for my life the past few weeks 💔

SMILING FRIENDS X GN!READER

word count: 900+

authors note: you can clearly tell who’s my favorite, good lord a bitch can monologue about Alan

warnings: none I think! mentioning getting drinks with Charlie, but that’s where it ends

Choose your own adventure!! Boss totally forgot to give you an assignment today, who do you shadow?

ALAN

- new Smiling Friend? ur put to inventory immediately

- as he’s seen hanging out more around the building, if you choose him you’d probably be helping reorganize a thing or two

- Alan wouldn’t be too social at first or really remember that you’re meant to be helping him, but he’ll get you your own little clipboard to follow him around with

- eventually he starts to admit he really appreciates the help, seeing as you caught on quickly with the little tasks he does every morning

- gets to a point where he clocks in and can feel a little peace knowing he has someone to share the dailies with

- or is he just happy to see you? does he like the help or the company?

- you’re super nice, getting coffees and drinks for everyone at the office before you come in to work, and he grows to look forward to them

- not because of the energy drink in the mornings, no, but because he’ll see you cheerfully hand him his beverage with your usual “For you, Alan” and a wide smile

- funny part is he doesn’t even like that drink, but my god does he force it down his throat whenever you’re nearby

- Charlie would pick up on it, starting to say something like “Alan, dude, don’t you hate that flavor of-“ before he gets pushed out of frame, a wide but guilty smile on Alans face as he looks over at you

- and as a receptionist? Alan would be the one getting *you* drinks and snacks

- he wakes up, gets the drink he knows you like, parks, and hypes himself up in the parking garage to say anything other than hi to you

- does he? no

- not when you look at him so gratefully, one hand stretched out as the work phone is lodged between your ear and your shoulder

- not when you smile ear to ear, mouthing a very ecstatic“thank you” before getting back to the phone call

- he can’t do anything but give you an awkward pursed smile, heading to the elevator quickly to clock in and start his day

- he really curses himself out on the ride up, mentally groaning and hoping to try again tomorrow

- really thinks all hope is lost until he finds a little post it note stuck to his clipboard, a small yellow paper

- “Thank you for the coffee :) maybe tomorrow I can pick you up and show you a few more that I like?”

- cafe date secured

CHARLIE

- Unapologetically can’t keep his eyes off you when you walk in the break room, the Boss behind you telling everyone your name and what you’ll be doing

- tries to nonchalantly point to himself and say they could always use the help, drowning out Pims hellos and claims on them working well together and not needing a third

- you couldn’t be happier, excited to go out and experience first hand what they do

- Charlie the whole time just tries to play it cool, his hands in his pockets as he pretends to be mysterious as Pim happily does what he does

- but as a receptionist? good lord he’s down there ALL the time

- always hanging out around your desk, keeping you laughing and spilling joke after joke when he’s free

- will always lean on the desk when he clocks in, sort of loitering but it’s okay because you never mind

- “Can I go home early if I flirt with the receptionist?” is his NUMBER one go to

- will definitely ask you to get drinks later, always putting it off like it’s a coworker activity to get to know each other

- you say yes of course, watching him walk away and fist pump to himself as he gets to the elevators and you can’t help but laugh

- night out date secured

PIM

- new friend opportunity lets GO

- super excited to have a new addition to the workplace, would probably be the one to bake cookies or get little decorations around the break room before you get there

- and exactly that he does, making sure to help you stay as welcome and invited as you can feel

- over time you join him and Charlie on more adventures and assignments, Pim always walking beside you and just enjoying having someone more upbeat to talk to

- as a receptionist? he will go out of his way to gift you small things to add to your desk

- maybe one day it’s a little magnet, maybe some nice colored pens, a picture frame, he notices little things you like and gets you gifts that match

- he sends them to you all by leaving it on your desk while you’re not there though, maybe a little note or in a bag that you can correctly assume was Pims doing

- until one day where you catch him on his walk out of the building, him turning to come to your desk as you call out for him

- you ask about all the gifts, him embarrassingly admitting that he thought he’d give you things to make your desk seem more “home-like”

- you just smile and tell him you enjoy the gifts, but next time to hand it over when you’re at the desk so you can properly thank him

- all this Pim could handle, but the small wink you gave him at the end before you clocked out was what really turned him red

- reception desk date secured?

[thirstytrashblogger]

Allan x Reader Meetcute Oneshot Adventure

A/N: God gave me the power to write and weed so I’m making stuff. 

Summary: A Allan Adventure redone scene so he can avoid that long-ass day. Really half of this is just the transcript from wiki but I had fun with it. 

Warnings: Mentions of quitting smoking, Smiling Friends shenanigans

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Allan had stepped into the local Office Crap in search of some paper clips. He speaks to an employee with six arms who was stocking shelves to quickly ask where he could find the paper clips. 

Allan: Um, excuse me.

Armzo: [interrupting Allan] Wait, wait, wait, hold on man, I'm do- I'm in the middle of something here.

Allan walks up to Armzo while he continues to stack cans.

Allan: I just need some help.

Armzo: I'm warning you right now dude, keep screwing around and bad shit’s gonna happen, man.

Allan scowls at the rude attitude. 

Allan: You don't need to be rude.

Armzo angrily puts his cans down and walks up to Allan. Tapping his foot impatiently.

Armzo: Ok, what's up man, what do you want, huh? What’s going on, what do you need, man? Don't get nervous now, man, what? Ask your-ask your question, go ahead, what?

The two talk over each other, while the armless manager in the background notices the argument.

Allan: Look, asshole, I'm just wondering if you have any-

Armzo: Asshole?!

Allan: Yeah-

Allan and Armzo: Asshole!

Allan: You-

Armzo: Did you call me an asshole?!

Allan: Yes, I did, because you're being an asshole! Why didn't you help me?

Armzo: Bro, you’re being an asshole! I'm in the middle of something right now!

Allan: Fuck you, don't you work here? I'm just a customer!

Armzo: You walk up to me and you literally just start bugging me with stupid questio-

Allan: I'm not "bugging you", I'm just asking- you- you spider, you ass-

Armzo: What do you need?! Wha-

The manager runs over.

Manager: ARMZO! Who told you to stop stacking with your six arms? He wiggles his arm stubs.

Armzo angrily continues stacking while scowling at Allan.

Allan: Sir, do you know where I can find some paperclips?

Manager: Paperclips? No, sorry. Unfortunately, we're sold out.

Allan: Sold out?

 The manager nods.

Allan: Hmm, is there somewhere else where I can get them?

Manager: Hmm, the only place that might have them is that computer repair shop over in Crimeville.

Just then another critter appeared setting down a large box that was blocking them from view.

Y/N: W-wait, boss, what do you mean sold out? I just hauled in all these crates of paper clips.

Manager: O-oh ya did?

Y/N: Yeah for like the last 2 hours I've just been hauling these crates in. You told me to, remember?

Manager: Oh yeah. I thought that was Billy's job.

Y/N: Billy didn't show up today. Only Armzo and I did and since he has six arms and I don't he got stacking. He always gets stacking. We knew we were getting a big shipment today after that last guy bought the whole stock. Look at all these crates. That’s all metal in there. Look at how short I am. I could’ve used some help.

Manager: Uh huh. Look, y/n I really don't want to get into this right now. We have a customer.

Y/n looks to see Allan turn slightly revealing his presence. They mistook him for a load bearing pole painted red. 

Y/N: Oh, didn't see you there, man. My apologies.

Allen: Um yeah. I just needed some paper clips.

Y/N: Oh yeah yeah isle 7. Just over here. 

Manager: And Armzo, if you screw up again you're going BACK TO THE PSYCH WARD!!!!

Armzo starts quickly stacking cans in fear, the manager walks away before he turns back to a smiling Allan

Armzo: Thanks, man. Thanks for getting me in trouble, two armed piece of shit.

Allan: Sure thing. Hey goodbye spider. Goodbye. Keep stacking, keep stacking. Bye bye. Bye. Goodbye.

Armzo: [at the same time] Goodbye! Bye! Bye bye! Bye bye! Bye bye! I will, I will! Bye bye!

Armzo flips off Allan with three of his arms as he leaves to follow Y/N to the paper clip aisle. 

Armzo: Get outta here man.

One of the cans fall on Armzo's head

Armzo: WOAH-

All of the cans fall on and bury Armzo.

Y/n began leading Allen to isle 7.

Y/N: Look, man I'm real sorry about my outburst back there.

Allan: Oh, it's cool.

Y/N: Like I've just had a really rough morning but I'm trying to not project that onto people. You don't need to know about all that. Anyway, here's the paper clips.

Allan: No, I don't. Thanks for the paper clips though

Y/N: Yeah man. I can ring you up when you're ready

They turned to go to the register.

“Hey” said Allen getting y/n's attention. Now walking to the register with them, paper clips secured.

Y/N: Yeah?

Allan: (he looks to read their nametag) Y/N, you were much more helpful than that other guy with the arms. 

Y/N: Oh thanks, dude. Don't worry about Armzo, he's just been super irritable since the psych ward made him quit smoking. Called me a %$^#%$&@#&$^^$@^#^$@(!^&#%@@% yesterday so i put a dead fish in his locker. Anyway, that'll be $4.39, sir.

As Allan handed them the money their hands brushed a second longer than needed. 

Y/N: And 61 cents is your change. Would you like your receipt?

Allan: Sure.

Their hands brushed again as Allan was handed his receipt and his change. Static shocking them both.

Y/N: Have a nice day, sir.  

They waved off with a smile.

Allan: Yeah. You too. I guess I'll see you around.

Y/N: See ya around.

With that, Allen turned to leave with his paper clips. Upon closer inspection of the receipt, allen noticed y/n had written down their number.

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Meanwhile in Crimeville, DJ Spit waited outside of the computer repair shop for Allen to walk out with the paper clips. After waiting a while he called up the landlord who hired him.

DJ Spit: (on the phone) Hey man, I don’t think this foo is coming, holmes. 

Landlord: WHAAAT?? But he should’ve been there by Now!!!!?

DJ Spit: Uhhh yeah man, no I don’t see him nowhere around. It’s already been like a couple hours. 

Landlord: OH Woah is me! Now who will I get who is cool enough to HANG out with me and smoke weed and fill out bellies with DIET soda and play Burnout Revenge for the PS2?!

DJ Spit: you got weed man? That’s cool I remeber playing PS2 with my primos after school. 

Landlord: Hey Dj Spit, Would you like to HANG out with me and smoke weed and fill out bellies with DIET soda and play Burnout Revenge for the PS2?!

DJ Spit: Would I still get paid, man? 

Landlord: Oh ABSOLUTELY!

DJ Spit: Oh fuck yeah man, I’ll be right over. My soundcloud about to pop the fuck off with this one. Hey ya want me to bring like beers or anything while I’m out. 

Landlord: No it’s cool. I’ve got the DIET soda. I just have to make a quick call to cancel the other stuff. I might still be able to get my DEPOSIT back. I guess what I really needed wasn’t a smiling friend but a friend who would make me smile. 

DJ Spit: Uh cool, so I’ll see you in like 15. 

Landlord: HEHEHEHe cool. See you in 15, PAL!

End

[glitterincandles]

hi hi!!!! i love your blog smmm!!! if you're still accepting requests, i was wondering if you could do allan (smiling friends) x talkative/very social! reader headcanons? :3

do you think he'd be jealous because his crush/partner has a large social circle or he'd just go along with it?

hii! i'm sorry it took so long for me to respond to this (college stresses me out soo bad) but i finally have enough free time! also i made the formatting quite strange i hope it doesn't ruin anything

allan x talkative/very social! reader :･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

socially

allan definitely leans more towards the jealous side at first

since he's dating you/committed to you, there's a high percent chance that he's completely devoted to you and will do a lot to maintain your relationship even if it means bailing on his coworkers

if he sees you interacting with other people or friends normally, it's fine

^ the least he'll do is lean in and stalk the conversation just to make sure he doesn't hear what he doesn't wanna hear

^^ it is not in a toxic way thankfully he just wants to make sure you aren't being flirty or sharing an embarrassing story about him (becausehe'sinsecure) (and awfully suspicious abt others)

and he doesn't really trust people who are too social/talkative and out there so this relationship would be a learning experience for him

later on after observing the people you're talking to long enough, he develops the habit of randomly jumping into your conversations with people if he doesn't like what he is hearing

person a: hey actually i think nirvana is lame

allan, out of nowhere, for no damn reason: aCTually i think nirvana is kewll and maybe if u had a brain u would think the same thINg

any flirtatious comment said by others also gets shut down. immediately.

^ this doesn't usually apply to compliments besides those that are like very clearly and very obviously attempts to flirt

^^ "ur hair smells soooo good" gtfo

as time goes on and as he learns more and more about your large social circle, his jealous tendencies will definitely diminish for the better

he'll learn to appreciate that you are able to connect with so many different people at once and have a soft spot for it since he really isn't the type to be that way

he'll definitely loosen up more and may even willingly tag along to any event you want to go to with them

^ it'll definitely take a while though

talkative..ly

as for the talkative side of his partner, he'll definitely get great pleasure out of you just talking about anything (more than most would expect)

he isn't much of a talker in general so he appreciates listening to someone who's passionate and always has something to say (especially you) (very specifically made an exception just for you)

he'll let you go on for hours and he'll reply when he has wiggle room too, even if his tone sounds a little hostile, he still enjoys chatting with you

i genuinely don't think he'll hate it at all i think he'll find it pretty cute tbh

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[toysrguts]

smiling friends headcanons!! :D

i have smiling friends brainrot

allan:

•wine is his de-stresser. after a long shift he likes to go home and sip on a glass of wine while watching shit TV like some kind of cool guy

•doesn't smoke cigarettes often but will bum one off of charlie sometimes during their breaks

•bites people he loves :)

•perhaps his dr. monsters appointment with dr. monster was an appointment to assess him for OCD

•very very particular about the way he likes things and hates unexpected change in his routine

•also a math god he's like a walking calculator

•always helping other people reach things that they cant

•he has to be like 6’3 or something probably

•autism be damned my boy can work a grill (he can cook really well)

•in fact hes often the one cooking meals for the other smiling friends

•he also lovessss to garden its one of his favorite hobbies

•he grows his own vegetables to cook with and flowers to decorate his home :)

•i feel like this man would get down to some queen or duran duran

•he’ll listen to pretty much anything but i feel like he would gravitate towards 80s classics

•used to own a car that he loved but it broke down and he never bought another one

•went to school for engineering and started volunteering at smiling friends after graduating as kind of a placeholder job, but loved it so much it became his full time job

•cheese is his safe food

•had to wear glasses when he was younger but felt like they deterred the ladies so he switched to wearing contacts

•probably drinks black coffee like a fucking freak

•either that or he adds oat milk

•hes pretty anxious and freaks out a lot and will also snap if he has sensory overload

•wears noise canceling headphones a lot cause too much noise drives him insane

•HATES fabric touching his skin but will still wear a tie cause “it’s classy” and will wear clothes if hes out in public

•once took a trip to france and almost didnt come back cuz it was like cheese heaven

•goes clubbing during some of his nights off and is a karaoke GOD

•also goated at chess and gets heated during a game of scrabble

charlie:

•definitely sneaks a cart into work every day

•if allan didn’t cook this dude would go into debt from ordering takeout every day

•was raised mostly by his uncle cause his parents werent always around, and they're more like really good friends now that hes older

•grew up poor and had a pretty hard childhood overall but he doesn't dwell on it too much

•relieves his stress and frustration by terrorizing people in fortnite lobbies

•the smiling friends hq is air conditioned 24/7 per his request, he's heat sensitive and sweats EXCESSIVELY

•uses axe body spray to mask the stench

•his living conditions are depressing to look at, the only furniture in his apartment is a mattress and an old camping chair he borrowed from his uncle years ago

•also probably owns a shelf dedicated to lego builds

•he spends like 90% of his time in his bed if not working

•his morning routine consists of waking up disoriented asf, throwing on some clothes laying on the floor, forgetting to brush his teeth and walking out the door

•was exposed to shock sites wayyy too young

•acted out and got in trouble a lot in his adolescence but now just likes to keep to himself for the most part

•believe it or not he was baptized as a baby

•started caring about life a little more ever since experiencing hell

•feel like he likes music his uncle showed him as a kid, maybe judas priest and whitesnake type shit

•doesn’t even have to say anything when he goes to salty’s cause hes a regular and they know his exact order

•thats a bisexual man if ive ever seen one

•the hat hides his receding hairline lul

•has a fat ass surgical scar on his nose from when james ripped it off

•wears the same beat up white adidas shoes and got in highschool

•owns one of those “dubstep, weed and jacking off” shirts

•hes an only child but pim is like a brother to him

•had a family dog growing up and is a dog person overall

pim:

•begs to play roblox when anyone else is playing video games in the office

•curls up into a ball when he sleeps

•also will freak out without a night light

•his room is definitely littered with stuffed animals

•grew up watching mlp (g1) and probably still owns some pony figures

•and says “hello everypony!!” when entering a room

•played a LOT of browser and flash games as a youngster like club penguin and moviestar planet

•genuinely finds beauty in everything i wish i was on his level of joy and whimsey

•would totally listen to vocaloid and would totally go on a super long tangent about how its so cool and holograms are so cool

•also has a collection of light sticks and miku plushies and definitely kisses his miku poster goodnight

•i feel like he ate paint chips as a child

•craves social interaction cuz his parents had a rocky marriage and were neglectful and his sister treated him like shit when they were kids

•his sister would tug on his nerve ending when she got annoyed

•having a rough upbringing and dysfunctional family is what pushed him to start working for smiling friends, hes genuinely passionate about making people smile and just wants to help people who are in bad situations like he was

•prone to panic attacks :(

•sings little songs to calm himself down

•flails his arms or jumps around when hes excited

•still uses pool floaties when swimming lmao

•also still loves to dress up and play pretend as an adult

•mmmmm loves sweets what is a nutritious meal?????

•wore glasses growing up but just kind of stopped for some reason probably cuz his eyes are fucking massive

glep:

•chronic cyberbully-er

•tells people to kts in his gibberish language when they annoy him

•has most likely caused several wars across the globe

•puts whatever he wants on the tv and then hides the remote and watches everyone fight over who took it

•small but lets out the most diabolical burps imaginable

•is fluent in every single language on earth and probably space too

•absolutely brainrotted from that ipad he wont stop watching skibidi toilet

•unties peoples shoes when theyre not paying attention

•little guy has never known sobriety in his life

•has so many random ass pictures and videos saved on his tablet

•hes like a little vlogger

•if someone says or does something he doesnt like he’ll probably hire a hitman on them

•definitely has access to the deep web

•hates gardening but will help allan out with it once in a while for something in return (like a grilled cheese or some weed or something)

•also will sit next to allan while hes cooking so he can eat all the scraps

[tiredcatboysinc]

This hotel fucking sucks, dude

HERE'S ANOTHER ALLAN FIC OKAY BYE IT'S LITERALLY 4 AM AND I NEED TO MAKE MORE CONTENT OF ALLAN (」°ﾛ°)｣

ao3

The hotel was paid off as a business expense, as this was considered a ‘business trip’. You hadn’t expected Mr. Boss to get anything fancy, but you’d settle for sleepable. You’d at least expected him to book enough separate rooms for the 5 of you, but that didn’t happen. There always had to be an issue, just a ‘tenny tiny’ problem as Mr. Boss put it. 

According to him, the hotel had an error when booking the rooms, something within their system or some horseshit like that, and they were already booked to capacity when you arrived. So, now there were only 4 rooms instead of 5. Everyone knew what that meant, someone was going to have to share a room; and by proxy a bed. Of course, Glep opted out immediately. None of you were too surprised, they always claimed a single room by themselves whenever possible.

You, Charlie, Pim, and Allan all exchanged glances for a brief moment. Charlie glanced at Pim, Pim glancing back. In a swift movement, they both shouted “Noses goes!” and touched their noses. Allan and you flinched, Allan sighing with embarrassment. He grumbled, now fully aware of the situation he had gotten himself into.

With the day prior being filled with shenanigans, both enjoyable and exhausting, your aching body begged for rest. You hadn't remembered much of this morning, the arrangements being reminded once the room was in sight. A sharp pain of embarrassment struck your heart, making you grumble as you stood outside the hotel room. Already your cheeks had flushed.

You recalled a day a few weeks ago, something about coffee… The memory subconsciously had been worming its way into your brain since this morning, specifically the bit where you had placed just the smallest kiss on Allan’s cheek. Ah, fuck. 

Honestly, you had almost forgotten about that. How is it you remembered to get Allan coffee but not the reason behind it? Mentally you kick yourself, your face burning as bright as the fucking sun. Dammit, shit, that’s got to be why Allan has been more fidgety around you lately. 

You felt more embarrassed than ever, how did you get the guy you have a crush on also has a crush on you?? And you kissed him???? Sure, it was on the cheek but still… That’s kinda a big step, especially when you’re not even dating.

Okay, get yourself together!! You’ve been standing outside this damn hotel room for like… 5 minutes or something, you’ve gotta get your act together dammit! 

Your hand now hovers over the room door, your breath unsteady as you cautiously open it…

The room was quiet, the only sound being the soft hum of the AC and Allan muttering to himself. Speak of which, what was he muttering? “...Stupid… Coworkers… All of them…” He grumbled in an annoyed tone, pulling at the knot that held his tie to his body. Allan continued grumbling, unaware you had stepped into the room. “I could have argued with them, I guess… but there wouldn’t have been a point…” He sits on the edge of the bed, brushing out the sheets beforehand. 

From the angle you were at you couldn’t see his face every well, just a sliver of how tightly his brows were tight together… and how his cheeks seemed to hold a blush. He went on grumbling, rubbing at his eyes tiredly. “It’s not… ugh..” He sighs “It’s not the end of the world, It could be worse…” Allan drops his volume, like he’s hyperaware that someone is listening. That might just be his paranoia, though, who’s to tell?

He rests his lower face in his palm, covering his mouth. The blush seemed to spread over his face, deepening ever so slightly as he sighed and closed his eyes. “At least… I enjoy being around him the most…” He grunts, flinching at his own words. All in a second Allan becomes far too aware of his embarrassment, beginning to feel like someone was staring at him… Of course, you were right behind him.

A large grin had spread over your face, the embarrassment replaced with a sense of pride. You giggle softly, the sound flowing eerily to Allan. He freezes in place almost instantly, knowing he’s done it again. How did he always do this, he wonders. If he had a nickel for every time he’s accidentally confessed he had a crush on you he’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it's weird that it happened twice right? 

Allan doesn’t even turn around, he just lowers his head into his hands in grumbles with embarrassment. “Goddammit.” He grunts into his palms, borderline shaking with embarrassment. Softly, you smile. Maybe you won’t be so mean to him this time, it’s the least you can do. 

Sitting beside him you place a hand on his back, patting gently in hopes he’ll look at you. “Hey, dude, it’s okay.” You chuckle warmly, leaning forward slightly over your knees to be comfortable. In truth, you knew Allan wasn’t going to budge. With the way that he was grumbling incoherently to himself, not the mention how warm he was, he wasn’t moving unless you were really convincing… or just flat-out forced him. Your fingers move in soothing circles, palm dragging in a short motion to extenuate them. You sigh, furrowing your brows with a small pout. Allan wasn’t budging, we’ve already established that. His grumbles had died down slightly, now he only made soft mutters. So, the soft touches seemed to be working… A hum leaves you, an idea popping into your head. 

Quickly, you wrap both arms around Allan’s waist. He flinched in surprise, finally raising his head to locate where you were. His head turns back, seeing you were behind him. A large smile graced your lips as you moved, tugging Allan with ease into your lap while you rested on the pillows. Allan fidgets anxiously, unsure of how to sit or where to put his hands. His hands hover over where yours lay, wrapped securely around his waist and resting on his stomach. Your chin sat on his shoulder, an easy spot to observe how flustered and nervous he was. 

You giggle softly, removing a hand to take one of Allan’s. “Hey, it’s okay.” You muttered, interlocking both of your fingers. “I don’t bite… Promise.” Allan scoffs at that, turning his head away. As he turned away you swore you saw a glimpse of a smile, making you hum delightfully. 

Reassuringly, you squeeze his hand. Your thumb rubs his knuckles, the soft gesture visibly calming him. The two of you sat silently for a while, Allan slowly becoming more relaxed as the minutes passed. 

His head rested against your shoulder, eyes just barely open as he glanced over at you. You on the other hand were already fast asleep, face nuzzled into Allan’s neck comfortably. Allan stared at you for a moment, taking in the sight of your comfort. It made him smile a little, a fuzzy feeling filling his chest. 

He hummed, shifting carefully to not wake you. His lips graced your forehead, a small and delicate kiss placed on the skin. “There… Now we’re even…” Allan whispers, brushing the hair from your face. 

“...I love you, sleep well.”

[sakuralovespossums]

Why are there so little allan x reader fanfics?!

Like, we now know he canonically fucks!

[rhaenyrathecruell]

Is this a safe space to confess I have a visceral crush on Allan

[would-they-listen-to-that]

Could I ask for a self ship playlist with Allan Red from smiling friends please? ^^ thank you!!

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ here you go!

Margaritaville - Jimmy Buffet

Aurora Borealis - Lemon Demon

At Least it was Here - The 88

The Whole World and You - Tally Hall

Them Changes - Thundercat

IT GIRL - Aliyah's Interlude

Break My Stride - Matthew Wilder

Oops!...I Did It Again - Britney Spears

Strobelite - Gorillaz ft. Peven Everett

Little Dark Age - MGMT

thanks for dialing in!

[murmaiderii]

very weird ask,, found you from the stan fanfic (i love and adore it btw, i want to eat it) but i saw ur smiling friends OC and now have become obsessed with the show!! i was wondering if you had any fanfic recommendations (mostly for allan but anyone is fine!) 😼 im also in my late twenties so explicit is okieeee! if ur not comfy with this u can just delete the ask!!! i hope you have a nice day and/or night!! <3

Don't have any recs but sharing this in case someone does cuz I want some hot Allan reader inserts. Plz leave your recs folks.

[oinkinpigprince]

allan x autistic reader hyperfixated on space?? :-D

Space is cool!!

I also use a lot of personal headcanons for Allan since I’m pretty sure he’s on the spectrum :33c

Allan x autistic reader

Listens to you talk, kinda likes to just clean while you talk about it. It’s like his own podcast :)). I feel like he’d also really enjoy learning about space, like a passive interest

So he doesn’t mind watching documentaries about space, and being forced for learn about it. He’s just happy you seem to passionate about something

Isn’t really an active listener though, so he won’t ask a lot of questions that doesn’t mean he ISNT listening. So don’t worry if he’s pretty quiet, he’s listening

That just means you have to listen to him talk too, he can go on pretty lengthy talks about food and cooking, mainly related to cheese but he just really likes cooking

He likes to calls you space(wo)man, and Martian. Idk why but Martian sounds right in my little noggin. It’s more him teasing you lovingly than anything :33

If you go to a planetarium, ngl he’d actually have a really good time. Allan likes looking at all the cool things and just enjoys the environment. He likes anything similar to museums

Allan I’m like 90% sure is on the spectrum, so he can really relate to you about a lot of things pertaining to autism. Like general bluntness/ inappropriate tones, being hyper focused on certain tasks, having symptoms of OCD, being really good at counting, so he understands

There’s just another level of mutual respect and understanding both of you rarely get from other people which makes the relationship even more special

It’s a lot of mutual sharing about interests and hyper fixations. It leads to both of you having a LOT of random knowledge about things which neither of you would have had other wise

It’s rlly funny cause sometimes Allan forgets people don’t just KNOW random space shit, like this isn’t common knowledge so he whenever he says something people are always amazed by his knowledge

And he just sits here like ‘oh yeah, my partner told me that while I was cleaning.’ Forgetting people don’t just watch documentaries about space that often(or at all)

[breakthestereo]

Me when @lau219 post a story/moodboards/or anything

Coming soon…

Love To Hate You

•• Raymond Leon x Reader ••

Everyone knows timekeeper Raymond Leon is an asshole, especially Y/F/N Y/L/N, who was in timekeeper training with him but has since worked in a different zone. Upon a promotion for Y/N, she and Ray are reunited, and he’s just as much of an asshole as she remembers. Ray is annoyed to no end that his old acquaintance has been partnered with him now that she’s working in his zone, especially because she seems to be the only one who isn’t intimidated by him. In fact, she quickly makes it a point to give him shit nearly every second they’re together. And Ray fucking hates it…or does he?

Who’s excited?!?!?!?!?

[avis-writeshq]

platform ten – spencer reid

summary: two months after he embarrassingly got caught ogling at the pretty girl on the train, Spencer’s team begins to suspect something.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

genre: friends to lovers, rated G for mutual pining and second hand embarrassment. no use of (Y/N).

warnings: fluff, boy band spencer reid (caution, hot!), reader wears lipgloss, excessive mentions of Edgar Allen Poe (one of my favourite Gothic authors), not proof read

wc: 3.4k

part one: carriage six

“So, I’ve been reading Poe’s works,” you begin, your headphones around your neck and you pull out ‘The Complete Poetry of Edgar Allan Poe’, flipping to ‘Annabel Lee’. 

Spencer watches as you flick to the page, his heart soaring at the sight of the annotations that litter the page. There are different colours and highlighters across the words and from what he could tell pink talked about language and that was the colour that stood out to him most. You bring the book closer so that he can read your annotations too and his heart stutters in his chest at the close proximity. He can smell the strawberry and honey shampoo in your hair and the heat rises up to his cheeks. It’s intoxicating. 

“I really don’t think the narrator is a crazy psychopath,” you say, glancing at him. “It just sounds like he’s really, seriously in love with her which just makes a bunch of people jealous.”

He watches the way you point to a certain line, ‘But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee.’ 

“Does that not sound like something you would say when you’re in love?” You ask, swooning a little. “It’s romantic, don’t you think? And their love is so brilliant and pure that the angels stole her away from him. I mean, it’s sad, but it’s kind of a picture of how amazing their love is.”

He nods along, his cheeks flushed because that’s what he thinks when he thinks of you. But he’ll never tell you that. How could he even dream of you feeling the same? The idea in itself is just so bizarre that he doesn’t even dare to entertain the thought. Not even when it’s late at night and he’s by himself, thinking through every single interaction you’ve had with him since he finally talked to you two months ago. 

“And I mean, think about it,” you continue, gesticulating with every word, eyes wide with excitement. “The last stanza. He’s still in love with her even after she’s passed away. How romantic is that?”

“Very romantic,” Spencer agrees, and he wonders if that’s how he looks when he rambles. “Alright, it’s definitely a love poem.”

He relishes in the way your eyes light up at his acceptance, the way you grin up at him and he wants to make you smile this way every day. His eyes wander to your lips and he swallows thickly. You’re wearing that lipgloss again, a cool berry tone that makes your lips shine and–

“Spencer? Are you okay?” 

He all but jolts out of his trance and he coughs awkwardly, his cheeks flushed. “Yes!” He squeaks, before clearing his throat and repeating the word. “Yes. Yes, I’m okay.”

He watches as an amused smile quirks at your lips as you ask, “are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” he manages to croak, his ears red. 

He can’t even look at you. His eyes turn back to the book you’re holding, reading through the annotations you’ve made on the page for the nth time over. This is an example of one of the instances he doesn’t want to remember and prays that his stop would miraculously be next. 

“I’ve been reading The Tell-Tale Heart,” you say, bringing him out of his thoughts.

Spencer forces himself to maintain eye contact with you and he manages a small, “really?”

You laugh and nod. “Yep! It’s really good. Kinda creepy.”

“It is a little creepy,” he admits, his gaze flicking to your lips again. He’s kicking himself internally, asking, ‘who’s the creepy one now, weirdo?!’

He figures that you’re either incredibly gracious or incredibly used to it because you don’t mention the way his attention wavers. 

“You don’t seem okay.”

Or so he thought.

“What— um— what makes you say that?” He asks, clearing his throat.

You shoot him a smile. “You’re not going on about the text like you usually do.”

He opens his mouth and then shuts it again, his brain short circuiting. He can imagine Derek snickering and Emily commenting her usual, ‘IQ of 187, slashed to 60’. 

“Spencer?” You look amused, a smile on his face and a mischievous glimmer in your eye. “Are you—“

“I’m fine!” Spencer says quickly, ears burning. “I’m just— thinking? Yes, thinking.”

You laugh. “Dangerous pastime.”

“What?”

“I— never mind,” you shake your head, continuing to laugh. “But I do want to hear your thoughts on ‘The Tell-Tale Heart’ at some point.”

“Totally!” He jolts, and he’s kicking himself internally for being so eager. “Yes. Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

The train lurches to a stop and Spencer gets up from his seat. 

“Bye, Spencer,” you say, smiling brilliantly at him, and it takes every ounce of self control in him to not just grab your face and kiss you.

“Bye,” he says, saying your name, before getting off the train.

*** 

Spencer has been acting weird. That is the conclusion Derek has come to as he watches the youngest member of their team enter the bullpen with the widest grin on the planet for the fourth time that week. He watches as Spencer sits down at his desk, looking like a literal teenager, and gets down to work. He has his earphones plugged in, the kind you would get at a dollar store, or the complementary ones you get from airports that never fit your ears right and leave you with headaches because of the horrible audio quality. Derek supposes he’s just listening to Beethoven or Bach or another dead classical musician. But as he passes Spencer’s desk, he hears something that makes him stop in his tracks. Spencer is humming. No, not just humming. He’s muttering lyrics under his breath. Since when did classical music have lyrics?

“What the hell…?” Derek asks under his breath to no one in particular. 

“You talking about Reid?” Emily asks, an amused grin on her face. “He’s acting weird.”

“Thank God, I thought I was the only one.” JJ seemingly appears out of nowhere, standing beside them with her arms crossed and a sly smile tugging at her lips. 

Rossi enters the bullpen, nodding towards Spencer who was sitting at his desk, blissfully unaware. “We talking about the kid?”

“He’s been acting weird all week,” Derek insists, his brows furrowing. “What do you think it is?”

“Maybe he won a chess tournament,” JJ says with a soft laugh. 

Emily rolls her eyes at the idea. “Please, Reid’s probably the winner of every single chess tournament in the state.”

“Maybe his mother is doing better?” Rossi suggests.

“Doesn’t explain why he’s listening to, I don’t know, not Mozart,” Derek points out.

There’s a silence that pulls over the group as they stare at the back of Reid’s head. It isn’t long before he turns around to face his coworkers, raising an eyebrow.

“… Why are you staring at me?” Spencer asks, giving them all pointed looks. 

“You’re acting weird,” Morgan says, cutting straight to the chase. “Care to share with the class?”

Spencer offers them all confused looks. “I’m… not acting weird? If anything, you guys are the ones acting weird.”

“Ohh, no, don’t turn this around on us.” Emily grins, walking over to him. “What’s going on?”

“What— guys, what happened to ‘no profiling each other’?” Spencer spluttered, shooting accusatory looks towards his coworkers.

“We’re just worried, that’s all,” JJ says with maternal sympathy, but Spencer can tell that she’s hiding a smile. 

He groans, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. “I’m fine guys. I’m not acting ‘weird’ or anything.”

“Who are you listening to, Reid?” Rossi asks quickly, nodding towards the ear phones. 

“What?” Spencer’s head snaps up, redness crawling up to his ears. 

Emily smirks. “Yeah Reid. Who are you listening to?”

“No one,” he answers, avoiding their gaze. “I’m uh— I’m going back to work.”

He quickly turns his chair around, busting himself with his files. His co-workers all exchange glances, mischievous grins on their faces. 

“You know, I could just ask Garcia to dig into your phone,” Derek says with a shrug. “Or you could tell us yourself.”

Spencer shoots him a light hearted glare. “You wouldn’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You wouldn’t.”

***

Spencer thinks he’s going to die of mortification. He spent that entire week downloading all of the released songs by Taylor Swift, dutifully listening to each song and reporting back to you on his opinions. He has since come to a conclusion: Taylor Swift is a lyrical genius. Granted, he doesn’t have much experience with other branches of music that involves lyrics, but he figures it’s pretty similar to poetry. Regardless, he’s one hundred percent sure that he’s in for a world of teasing and tasteful jabs towards his sudden shift in music taste.

He’s also been doing this thing called texting, and he even went as far as getting a new phone and email address just so that he could properly contact you. He’s been in contact with you for the past eight weeks, going as far as messaging and calling you during break times and hiding in the bathroom to have an ounce of privacy. He feels like a changed person, all because of a tiny handheld device that fits in his back pocket. And you. Mostly you. The worst thing about this entire situation is the fact that Morgan did in fact manage to convince Garcia to snoop into his phone. 

“Alright, Reid, quit hiding. Who’s the girl?” Derek demands, slapping a piece of paper onto Spencer’s desk. It’s a log of calls and downloads. In other words, it’s a log of all the times he’s called the same number and all the Taylor Swift songs he’s downloaded. 

“Girl? What— what girl?” Spencer asks, playing dumb and willing himself to look Derek in the eye. His mind is spinning. ‘Blink evenly. Maintain eye contact. Don’t stutter. Answer his questions evenly. Play dumb. There is no girl, there is no girl there is no—‘

“Reid? Reid? Spencer!” Derek snaps his fingers in front of his face, jolting him out of his trance.

“Huh?” Spencer jolts, snapping out of his trance. “What?”

Derek snorts at his reaction. “Look, kid. This person calls your cell every day at 12:30, which just so happens to be in two minutes. So, either you tell me and I let you have your fun, or she calls you and she’ll be hearing my voice instead of yours.”

Spencer scoffs, holding his phone firmly in the palm of his hand. “There is no girl, Morgan.”

“Right.” 

“I’m serious!” Spencer says, his voice going up and octave and he cringes internally. Smooth. “There is no girl.”

“Totally believe you.”

He groans, wiping a hand over his face to calm himself down. Before he could respond, the phone in his hand begins to ring. A smirk tugs at Derek’s lips and he immediately lunges for the phone, eliciting a yelp from Spencer who leaps from his seat. 

“Morgan— Morgan no—“

“C’mon kid, it’ll be a lot easier if you just give in!”

“No! Nope, nope, Morgan I swear to-“

In seconds, Derek snatches Spencer’s phone out of his hand, a triumphant look on his face. He keeps Spencer at arm’s length as he picks up the phone.

“Hey Spence!” A voice rings through the phone.

“Sorry, sweetheart, not Spencer,” Derek responds, his voice smug.

“… that’s concerning,” The voice responds slowly, cautiously. “Who is this?”

Spencer grabs the phone out of Derek’s hand, running out of the bullpen as quickly as his long legs could carry him, flipping his coworker the finger before he leaves. 

“Hello?” He asks into the phone. “I’m so sorry, that was Derek, my co-worker.”

“Oh, the bald one!” You say quickly, recalling his name from the photos Spencer had shown you beforehand. “I thought it was like… a bad guy or something.”

He laughs softly into the phone, his cheeks warm and wearing a smile that could split his face in two. “Don’t worry, he’s not a bad guy. A pain in the ass, maybe, but not a bad guy.”

He hears you chuckle from the other side of the line. “Yeah, he seems like a nice person. Your entire team sounds really cool.”

“Maybe you could meet them at some point,” Spencer says quietly, his heart thundering in his chest. “I mean, they kind of already know you exist.”

“That would be fun,” You muse, and he hears the soft ruffling of cling wrap in the background.

“Lunch?” 

He hears you hum in response, and he can’t help but chuckle. There’s a silence for a few seconds, and he assumes you were eating, before your voice picks up again.

“I’d love to meet your team at some point, Spence. They seem like really amazing people.” 

He can’t help but smile, running his fingers through his hair. “Yeah. They are. You’d love them, and I’m sure they’d love you just as much.”

Before long, lunch break is over and Spencer begrudgingly hangs up and returns to the bullpen, his team all wearing frustratingly smug faces. He rolls his eyes, not paying them any kind as he returns to his desk. He ignores the very blatant whistle Derek does in his direction and the snort Emily fails to hide.

“So…” JJ begins, dragging her words out. “You’ve got a girlfriend?”

Spencer chokes on air and bites his tongue, grimacing at the taste of blood. “I do not have a girlfriend.” It’s not a lie.

“But you want her to be,” Emily says, smirking. 

“No! Yes. I don’t know, maybe?” Spencer feels like a teenage boy being lectured by his parents. Not that he knows what that feels like.

“Alright, well, have you asked her on a date?” Derek asks as he raises an eyebrow.

Spencer coughs, reaching for his mug of stale coffee. That’s all he needs to do to answer Derek’s question, because in moments Derek is screaming in his ear. 

“Why haven’t you asked her out yet?!”

“We talk loads of times,” Spencer insists, hiding behind his disgustingly old coffee. “We just never… we’re just friends.”

Rossi bites back a chuckle. “Yes, because friends call each other every day during their lunch breaks.”

Spencer feels his face grow impossibly hotter and he chugs the last of his coffee. He cringes before turning his attention back to his files in an attempt to calm himself down. It doesn’t work.

“How did you meet her?” JJ asks, gentler this time. 

Spencer flushes and plays with his watch. “On the train.”

“That’s very you,” she laughs, ruffling his hair. “She seems really nice, Spencer.”

He preens at the compliment, his mind drifting to your pretty hair and glossy lips. He sports a grin and he nods. “She’s really, really nice.”

*** 

Spencer sits next to you on the train as usual. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is combed to be a little neater, only for his efforts to be destroyed when a strong gust of wind hits his face the moment he left his apartment. He reminds himself to put a comb into his bag after work. You’re talking about another one of Poe’s works, this time ‘The Raven’, another love poem. Your eyes are bright with excitement as you go on and on about the writing style and whatever else. 

Spencer is far from religious but your existence alone is enough to have him thanking the heaven’s that he is alive. He can’t help but smile every time you do, his gaze perpetually on your lips. He feels a little guilty about it, about how he can’t even control himself when he’s around you but you’re just so beautiful that he can’t help himself. He feels even guiltier when he realises he hasn’t processed a word you’ve said. 

“... and that’s why I think Edgar Allen Poe is really just a huge softie who wants to be loved,” you finish, snapping the book closed. “What do you think, Doctor Genius?”

“Totally,” Spencer agrees quickly, almost biting his tongue. “Absolutely.”

You laugh and Spencer thinks he’s going to faint. 

“Where are you up to in your Taylor Swift project?” You ask teasingly, nudging his arm. If it were anyone else, Spencer would have grimaced and shrugged them off but you aren’t just ‘anyone’. You’re the most amazing person in the world. 

“I’m up to 1989 track 9, Wildest Dreams,” Spencer recites, pulling out his notebook from his inner jacket pocket. It’s a small leatherbound notebook that he’s been writing all his thoughts in regards to the Taylor Swift songs, all in chronological order. He’s actually quite proud of it as he flicks to the latest page. “I really like this one. I did some research and I found out that the bass sound in the background is actually her heartbeat. That’s pretty interesting.”

You almost scream in excitement, leaning closer to him to read his notes. “I love this song! It’s my favourite Taylor Swift song ever and it’s just so pretty, you know?”

He nods in agreement, his cheeks flushed at the close proximity and he finds that he can no longer feel his tongue. He should get that checked out. 

“It reminds me of you sometimes,” you say, completely unabashed. Spencer thinks you’re trying to kill him. 

“What?” He asks meekly, recalling every lyric from the song. 

You freeze, flustered and you pull away from him. Spencer frowns at the sudden space but he watches as you stammer and stumble over your words.

“I just meant– you know, it’s a good song! That’s all.” You laugh anxiously, fiddling with the book in your hand. “Never mind, just ignore me. Tell me more about what you like about the song.”

In an almost uncharacteristic bout of confidence, Spencer reaches out to take your hand in his. At first, he thought his head was going to explode. It felt heavy and light all at the same time and he was almost about to pull his hand away when you squeezed his fingers. Just like that, all doubts are gone. You’re smiling at him and Spencer knows that he would do absolutely anything to make sure to keep it there. 

When the train lurches to a stop at Quantico, Spencer doesn’t make any effort to move. He’s grinning ear-to-ear, intertwining your fingers with his. 

“Isn’t this your stop?” You ask gently, loosening your hold on his hand. 

He shrugs, holding onto your hand tighter. “I’m always early. I can be late for once.”

Besides, he thinks to himself, inching closer to you, this is so worth it.

Pride bubbles in his heart when he hears you laugh again and his smile grows impossibly wider. 

“We’re almost at my stop,” you say, rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand. “We should go out. You know, instead of just meeting on the train.”

Spencer nods immediately at the suggestion. “I’d like that. Are you free on Saturday?”

“I’m definitely free on Saturday,” you respond, squeezing his hand again. 

Spencer sits there with you until you make it to your stop. The corners of his eyes are crinkled and he feels happy, so goddamn happy, and he wonders how he’s lived without you. Before you get off the train, he calls your name. He relishes in the way you turn around, the confusion palpable in your eyes. 

“Yeah?”

He takes a step closer to you, his face in front of yours. His heartbeat is in his ears but at the same time he feels an incredibly ironic sense of calm. In seconds, he presses his lips to yours in a short kiss. He grins at you as you stumble out of the train dazed, waving goodbye. From the window he could see you press your cold hands to your cheeks before reaching for your phone. 

The smile that grows on his face when he sees your face light up his phone is embarrassing. It’s goofy and silly and he is so grateful that the carriage is empty. 

“Hello?” 

“You cannot–” your voice comes through the speaker and he grins again– “you cannot just kiss me randomly and then leave.”

“Technically the train left, not me,” Spencer says with a small laugh.

You’re quiet on the other end before replying, “We need a re-do on Saturday.”

Spencer has no complaints. 

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[worldsmessiestwriter]

Now that we don’t talk.

peter parker x reader

word count - 3,413

tw - just angst :)

a lil inspired by the taylor swift song of the same name

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Peter, Ned, and Y/N had been best friends all throughout middle school and now high school. They were complete nerds, spending most nights at Peter’s house studying and watching Star Wars movies together. Tonight was one of those nights.

“How many times do you think we’ve watched this now?”

You asked, your eyes still glued to the TV in fascination. No matter how many times you watched it, you still couldn’t look away—it was magical. You heard Peter let out a slight laugh at your comment. But hey, it was a valid question.

“I mean, we must hold some kind of world record, surely!”

You defended yourself against the giggles Peter was letting out.

Ned, sprawled across the beanbag chair in the corner, chimed in, “If there’s a world record for nerdiest guy to ever exist, I’m pretty sure peter win that too.” He popped a handful of popcorn into his mouth, grinning smugly.

Peter rolled his eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “It’s not nerdy; it’s… cultural appreciation,” he argued, though the teasing tone in his voice made it clear he didn’t really mind the label.

You snorted, leaning back into the couch cushions. “Cultural appreciation? Sure, Parker. That’s definitely what it is.”

Peter shot you a playful glare. “Hey, I don’t see you complaining about spending your Friday nights here!”

You smirked, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl on the coffee table. “True. I mean, where else would I get such a thrilling combination of Star Wars, Ned’s nerd facts, and you being weirdly competitive about everything?”

Ned pointed at you dramatically. “Thank you! Finally, someone says it. Peter’s, like, too competitive. Did I tell you what happened during our last Mario Kart tournament?”

Peter groaned. “Oh my god, not this again—”

“He threw the controller!” Ned interrupted, laughing. “Like, full-on threw it because I beat him at Rainbow Road. It was beautiful, really.”

You burst out laughing, picturing Peter’s exaggerated frustration. “Rainbow Road’s brutal, but come on, Peter. A controller?”

“I didn’t throw it,” Peter defended himself, though his face was turning a little red. “I… aggressively set it down. There’s a difference.”

“Yeah, okay, buddy,” Ned said, rolling his eyes.

The laughter died down as the iconic duel between Luke and Vader lit up the screen. The room went quiet.

As the movie neared its end, Peter spoke up softly. “You know, these nights are my favorite. Just us, hanging out.”

Ned nodded in agreement, and you couldn’t help but smile. “Same. Couldn’t ask for a better squad.”

Peter gave you both a sheepish grin, brushing a hand through his messy hair. “Good. Because I’m making you guys watch the prequels next.”

Ned groaned dramatically, and you threw a piece of popcorn at Peter, laughing. This was home. This was the kind of night you never wanted to end.

one year later.

You had stopped hanging around with Peter and Ned after a while. Once Peter started the Stark internship, he was never the same. He ditched Star Wars nights with excuses about being called in by Mr. Stark for urgent work. He wasn’t himself anymore. He started going to parties at Liz Allan’s house. You knew Peter had a massive crush on her since junior year, but it got under your skin nonetheless. Instead, you began hanging out with MJ. She was blunt but honest, and you appreciated that about her.

Lost in your train of thought and clearly not paying attention to your surroundings, you bumped into something—or rather, someone—and dropped all your books. You sighed, leaning down to pick them up, when you heard a familiar voice nervously stutter:

“I—I am so sorry, Y/N. I’ll get that…”

Of course, it was Peter—the one person you were actively avoiding. As he bent down to help gather the books, your eyes met his.

our breath hitched for a moment as you stared into Peter’s wide, apologetic eyes. He looked different—older, maybe a little more tired. But the awkward, nervous energy you remembered was still there.

“It’s fine,” you muttered, quickly averting your gaze and snatching up a notebook before he could. You were determined to keep this encounter as short as possible.

Peter hesitated, holding out the last of your books. “I—I didn’t mean to… you know, bump into you.”

“Yeah, I got that,” you replied curtly, standing up and dusting off your hands.

He frowned, his shoulders slumping as he rose to his feet. “Y/N, wait—can we talk? Please?”

You froze for a moment, gripping your books a little tighter. Part of you wanted to brush him off, walk away, and pretend this never happened. But another part—a quieter, angrier part—wanted answers.

“What’s there to talk about, Peter?” you said finally, your voice sharper than you intended. “You made it pretty clear where your priorities are.”

He winced, guilt flashing across his face. “That’s not fair. You know it’s not like that.”

You let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head. “Not like that? You ditched me , Peter. All those nights we spent together—just… gone. And for what? Parties at Liz Allan’s? Pretending to be someone you’re not?”

Peter opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. He looked like he wanted to argue, but he couldn’t.

“That’s what I thought,” you said bitterly, stepping past him.

“Wait!” His voice cracked slightly as he reached for your arm, stopping you. “It’s not what you think. It’s… complicated.”

You pulled your arm back, glaring at him. “Complicated? That’s your excuse?”

“It’s the truth!” Peter’s voice was desperate now, his eyes pleading with you to understand. “I—I wanted to tell you, I swear, but I couldn’t. I still can’t. It’s not just about me, Y/N.”

You stared at him, your mind racing. Something about his tone—about the way he seemed genuinely torn—made you hesitate. But before you could respond, MJ’s voice cut through the tension.

“Y/N, you good?”

You turned to see her standing a few feet away, her sharp gaze flicking between you and Peter. She was holding her sketchbook, her expression as unreadable as ever.

“Yeah,” you said, clearing your throat and forcing yourself to sound steady. “I’m good.”

Peter looked like he wanted to say something else, but you didn’t give him the chance. You walked away, MJ falling into step beside you.

As you left, you could feel Peter’s eyes on you, and a knot tightened in your chest. You told yourself it didn’t matter. You were over it—over him.

At least, that’s what you kept trying to convince yourself.

As you and MJ walked away, the silence between you felt heavier than usual. She finally broke it, glancing at you sideways.

“You sure you’re good?” Her tone was casual, but you could tell she wasn’t buying your earlier answer.

You sighed, adjusting the stack of books in your arms. “It’s whatever,” you said, though your voice lacked conviction. “Peter and I just… aren’t friends anymore. No big deal.”

MJ raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t look like ‘no big deal.’ He seemed ready to fall apart back there.”

You let out a humorless laugh. “That’s his thing now, isn’t it? Acting like he��s got the weight of the world on his shoulders.”

MJ shrugged, pushing open the library door and holding it for you. “Maybe he does. I mean, the dude’s awkward, but he’s not a bad guy. He probably had his reasons for whatever went down.”

You didn’t respond immediately. Instead, you dropped your books onto a nearby table and sank into a chair. MJ followed, sitting across from you and opening her sketchbook.

“Reasons or not,” you said finally, your voice quieter, “he didn’t have to shut us out. Ned and I were always there for him, and he just… threw us away like we didn’t matter.”

MJ studied you for a moment, her pencil pausing mid-sketch. “Maybe you should tell him that. Instead of, you know, glaring at him like you want him to spontaneously combust.”

You snorted despite yourself. “I don’t want him to combust. I just… don’t know if I can forgive him.”

“Fair,” MJ said, nodding. “But at least be honest about how you feel. If you don’t, it’s just gonna eat at you. Trust me.”

You opened your mouth to argue but closed it again when you realized she might have a point. Before you could dwell on it further, MJ smirked and added, “Also, if you don’t talk to him, he’s probably gonna keep lurking around like a lost puppy. It’s a little sad to watch.”

That got a laugh out of you, even though the knot in your chest still hadn’t gone away.

“Maybe,” you said vaguely, not ready to commit to anything.

MJ didn’t push further, returning her attention to her sketch. The two of you settled into a comfortable silence, but your thoughts kept drifting back to Peter—his guilty expression, the way his voice cracked when he called out to you, the words he didn’t say.

You weren’t sure what to do. But for the first time in a long time, you started to wonder if walking away from him was really what you wanted.

By the time you got home, the weight of it all was unbearable. Dropping your bag onto your bed, you flopped down next to it and stared at the ceiling. You’d spent so long convincing yourself you didn’t care about Peter Parker anymore. So why did seeing him like that make everything hurt again?

Your phone buzzed on your nightstand, snapping you out of your thoughts. You grabbed it, expecting MJ or maybe even Ned. Instead, it was Peter.

Peter Parker:

Can we please talk? I owe you an explanation.

You stared at the message, your chest tightening. He’d owed you an explanation for a long time, but now? After everything? It felt too little, too late. You locked your phone without replying, tossing it onto the bed like it was burning your hands.

The next day, you went out of your way to avoid him. You skipped your usual route to class, avoided the library, and even bailed on lunch when you spotted him sitting at a table with Ned. It wasn’t like you to run away, but you couldn’t face him. Not yet.

It worked—until the final bell rang.

You were walking to your locker when you saw him waiting there, leaning against the wall. He looked nervous, like he wasn’t sure if you were going to yell at him or bolt.

You considered bolting.

“Y/N,” he started softly as you approached. “Can I—”

“What do you want, Peter?” you cut him off, keeping your voice cold and even. You didn’t want to let him see how much he was affecting you.

He winced but didn’t back down. “I need to talk to you. Please.”

You sighed, slamming your locker shut. “About what? About how you practically ghosted me every time i wanted to hang out? Or how you suddenly had no time for me but had plenty of time for Liz?”

“That’s not fair,” Peter said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Isn’t it?” You turned to face him, anger bubbling to the surface. “You don’t get to play the victim here, Peter. You left me. You chose to leave me in the dark. And now what? You’re suddenly sorry because you feel guilty?”

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything. Then, quietly, he said, “I didn’t choose to leave. I didn’t have a choice.”

You laughed bitterly. “There’s always a choice, Peter. You just didn’t choose us.”

“You don’t understand!” His voice broke, louder now, and the raw emotion in it caught you off guard. “I wanted to tell you everything, Y/N. I wanted to explain, but I couldn’t. Not without putting you in danger.”

You froze, narrowing your eyes. “Danger? What are you talking about?”

Peter hesitated, running a hand through his hair as he struggled to find the words. “It’s… it’s complicated,” he said finally, the same excuse he’d given before.

“No, Peter,” you said sharply. “What’s complicated is you shutting me out, pretending like we didn’t matter. What’s complicated is me sitting here wondering if I ever meant anything to you while you were off trying to play superhero with Tony Stark.”

His eyes widened, and you could see the panic in them. “You know?”

You blinked, your breath catching in your throat. “Wait… what?”

Peter’s face paled as he realized his slip. He opened his mouth, scrambling for something to say, but it was too late. Everything clicked in your mind—the mysterious absences, the injuries he tried to hide, the excuses that never quite made sense.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, stepping back. “You’re… you’re Spider-Man?”

Peter reached out, his voice pleading. “Y/N, please—”

But you shook your head, every emotion you’d been holding back finally spilling over. “You lied to me. This whole time, you’ve been lying to me. And you didn’t trust me enough to tell me the truth?”

“I was trying to protect you!” he said desperately.

“I didn’t need your protection, Peter!” you snapped, your voice breaking. “I needed my friend. But you were too busy playing hero to see that!”

Tears stung your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. You took another step back, clutching your books to your chest like a shield.

“Y/N, please,” Peter said again, his voice cracking. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

“Well, you did,” you said, your tone hollow. “And I don’t think I can forgive you for that.”

Without waiting for a response, you turned and walked away. This time, Peter didn’t try to stop you.

guess this is how it has to be, now that we don’t talk.

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so if you can’t tell i love writing angst..

[ru-fiction]

Playground Rivals: Ken x Reader

Chapter 1

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There once was a sandy island, not a building on site. The only presence of life being the little girls in their dresses playing with their toys.

Since the beginning of time, Since the first little girl ever existed, there have been dolls. But the dolls were always and forever baby dolls.

The girls who played with them could only play as mothers, Which can be fun, at least for a while anyway.

This continued until Barbie was created.

The girls surround a giant sized Barbie, looking on in fascination with the doll. A little blonde girl with glasses glances at the doll in her hand, she raises it above her head and starts to smash the remaining baby dolls with conviction. The other girls joined in her rampage. Once she finishes the job she throws the last one in the air.

Barbie changed everything.

She might have started out as just a lady in a bathing suit, but she became so much more.

She had her own money,

Her own house,

Her own car,

Her own career.

Because Barbie can be anything, Women could be anything.

Thanks to Barbie all problems of feminism and equal rights have been solved.

At least that's what the Barbies think.

The roof on one of the Barbies' dream houses opens up, revealing inside a sleeping Barbie on her pink heart shaped bed.

Here's one of those Barbies now, living her best day every day.

Barbie wakes up with a big smile on her face, throwing her covers off and getting her day started.

She walks off to the side somehow ending up on the floor below her bedroom, heading towards her bathroom. She turns on the shower, bathing in her warm none existent water. Once she gets out she heads to her closet opening it to reveal a long pink and white dress with different accessories surrounding it. She puts on the dress dawning a pearl white necklace, flower earrings and a pink bow. The outfit was soon replaced by a dark pink suit ready for the next day.

Barbie sits in front of the mirror that had no reflection and starts brushing her long, flowy hair. Sliding down her pink slide onto her plastic pool, making her way through the door towards her kitchen.

She opens her fridge grabbing a carton of milk then a plate catching a heart shaped waffle on it with whipped cream on top.

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Every day was perfect in Barbieland.

At least for Barbie.

If you weren't a Barbie, you weren't as important.

That messed with a few of the dolls heads, though they were good at hiding it. No one felt superior when Barbie was around.

Here was one of those very dolls.

Ken woke up cuddled next to both Kingsley!Ken and Ncuti!Ken. He untangled his limbs from his friends and stepped over the other Kens.

You see the Kens didn't have houses, While the mornings were warm in Barbieland, The nights were very cold.

The Kens had to make fire and made cuddle piles because they had no blankets.

Ken mimes washing his hair, getting the sand out of his bleach blonde hair.

Kens had to make due with what the beach offered.

"Morning Ken."

"Good morning, Ken."

Ken stopped his routine making eye contact with his two friends Ken and Ken. He sends them a smile, continuing to wash his hair. The other two sit beside him and also wash the sand out of their hair.

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"Hi Barbie!"

"Hi Skipper!"

"Hi Barbie!"

"Hi Midge!"

Barbies were always greeted by everyone.

Barbies greeted Barbies,

Skippers greeted Barbies,

Midges greeted Barbies,

Allan greeted Barbies,

Kens especially greeted Barbies.

But there were a few people who wouldn't even look at Barbie, or well a specific doll in general.

"Hey Raquelle."

The brunette, Barbie had spoken to rolled her eyes at the blonde before pulling the red shades in her hair down.

"Do you want a ride home?"

The brunette turned her nose up at Barbie and quickened her pace leaving behind Barbie whose car wasn't moving very fast. Barbie always shrugged off her interactions with Raquelle, but part of her couldn't understand why Raquelle didn't like her, everyone liked Barbie.

"Hi Barbie."

"Hi Barbie!!"

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Barbie has a great day every day.

But Ken only has a good day if Barbie looks at him.

Ken stood on the pink sand with a surfboard in his hand. He wore a teal and pink shirt that opened up and showed off his abs with a pair of matching shorts. He scanned the crowd looking for a specific blonde doll that he was made to love. He shifted nervously, he had planned something he hoped would impress her. Then he saw a flash of pink and white, he knew it was her before she even turned around to look at him. She had that presence about her.

"Hi Barbie!!!"

She turned towards him with a big smile on her face. She waved at him and he smiled big, having her attention on him.

"Hi, Ken."

"Hi Barbie."

"Hi Barbie."

"Hi Barbie!!"

"Hi Ken."

"Hi Ken."

Ken shrugs off Simu!Ken, slightly upset that everyone suddenly wanted Barbie's attention but then again someone always wanted Barbie's attention.

A chain reaction was set off, everyone was talking over each other, trying to say 'Hi'.

The Kens had already spoken to each other beforehand so Ken didn't understand why they were causing this much commotion now of all times.

"I got you an Ice cream Ken!!"

"Cool."

After everyone has quieted down, Ken made another attempt to get Barbie to focus on him.

Ken wasn't attracted to his Barbie but he still felt like he needed her validation, her attention.

"Hey Barbie, Check me out."

Barbie nods in the direction of Ken. He was happy to finally have her attention but something was missing or someone, He looked around a little but there was no sight of the doll he was looking for. He bent his knees, surfboard in hand, staring at the plastic wave. He took a nervous breath, shaking off the nerves before running full force towards the wave. That was not a great Idea.

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On the other side of Barbieland was a huge mansion. The mansion was the epitome of vanity. The mansion was a Victorian style with auburn shingled roofs, the owner of said building had the exterior painted in her favorite color purple, she had columns built around the house each with her initial R. A lush lawn surrounded the outside of the mansion leaving a little walkway in-between. A little pass the walkway was a golden gate with the initial R. In golden accents, pass the gate was the owner sitting by her plastic pool next to a golden statue of herself.

This is Raquelle, she was made in opposition to Barbie. She starts her day off waking up and going on a morning jog and then dresses in her red swimsuit and tans next to her pool in the plastic sun.

Raquelle pulls out a golden mirror checking out her tan.

Some Barbies would call her vain or self-centered, Raquelle made a habit out of ignoring the Barbies, she wasn't exactly happy with being treated like a secondary character.

Raquelle grabbed her purple phone to read the same message that's on every plastic phone made in Barbieland. She reads the message before rolling her eyes and tossing the phone to the side.

"A party at Barbie's, how very yesterday."

"ARE YOU SERIOUS!!"

Raquelle rolls her eyes again, getting up and walking in towards the house knowing her moment of peace was over for the day.

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Raquelle walks into the house, she looks in the direction of her dining room noticing her sibling placing three plates filled with plastic waffles on the table. A smirk playing on the (h/c)'s lips. An angry brunette storms into the room, blue faced. The (h/c) head bursts out in laughter once his glare falls onto them.

"How could you do this to me?! You know I have a show tonight."

"We have a show tonight."

The brunette points to his face, walking up to his giggling sibling and grabbing the bottom of their apron trying to wipe it off.

"It's a joke, Ryan."

These were Raquelle's siblings, Ryan and Y/n. Ryan was made in opposition to Ken. Being Raquelle's twin brother, he also was a little conceited. He considered himself a serious artist doesn't mean he always was serious artist.

Y/n was their self-proclaimed younger sibling. The two basically took them in, they had no family or dream house or official job until they met the two. They were made because of a collaboration Mattel did with Kay Jewelers before the line was cancelled.

"My face is blue."

"Oh calm down, it's washable."

"I don't care, this face is money!"

The brunette motioned to his face.

"I said I was sorry. What more do you want from me?"

"Oh you..."

Ryan scoffed as he pointed at the (h/c) haired doll. The younger doll made a point to look dejected before making eye contact with their sister.

Raquelle watched the two, shaking her head before getting a cloth and holding it under the sink, she turns the knob checking the temperature of the none existent water before holding the cloth under it. She walks up to her twin, rolling up the towel before pulling in the back end of the towel and letting it go hitting the boy with it.

"Ouch!! What the hell Raquelle."

The brunette turns towards his sister with a betrayed look in his eye, not noticing the slick smile making its way on the face of his sibling behind him.

"Cut it out. Can't you see they're remorseful."

She gestures towards the other doll in the room who instantly drops their smile and pretends to look like a broken puppy dog. Ryan just glares instead.

Y/n was the favorite sibling and liked to use that to their advantage. The other two aren't oblivious to this fact, they just usually gave into the puppy eyes.

"You know they're just putting on a front."

"Oh my plastic. Ryan just hurry up and get dressed so we can go."

"Okay, Okay!"

Ryan held his hands up in defeat before pointing at the other doll.

"Sleep with one eye open."

He makes eye contact with the younger doll with an evil glint in his eye before leaving to get dressed.

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The three pulled into the beach area of Barbieland, walking out of the car in coordinated outfits. Raquelle wore a black tank top, black cover up drapped over with red roses and green leaves embroidered on in, and black shorts and sandals, finishing her look wearing a pair of red shades. Y/n wore a black hawaiian shirt with red flowers on top opened to show off the black tank top underneath, black shorts and red sandals. Ryan wore a black hawaiian shirt that had red leaves on one side of the shirt and black pants with black tennis shoes. The three struck a pose once they stop walking, Raquelle and Ryan waiting to be noticed and Y/n looking for a specific blonde hair cutie.

"Hiya Y/n!"

The three turned in the direction of the voice. Y/n smile grows as the blonde makes his way over to them. They lifted their hand up in a wave receiving a glare from their brother as they did so.

"Hi Ken!"

Ken's plastic heart skipped a beat when their eyes met. The (h/c) haired doll makes a move to walk towards him but got pulled back by the brunette doll beside them.

I know we said Ken only has a good day when Barbie looks at him but he has an even better day when it's Y/n. Even though Ken enjoys their attention, he felt guilty about it as if he's doing something he isn't supposed to.

Kens were meant to love Barbie and Barbie alone. Yet this Ken couldn't help shifting his eyes towards the other doll that was in his life. The one doll that treated him like more than just a sidekick or an annoyance.

Raquelle was aware of the secret glances the two would give each other when Barbie wasn't looking and the dorky smiles that would be on their faces when they caught a glance of the other walking past. She understood very well the feelings her sibling was going through as she herself was very taken with this particular Ken at one point in time. When she had first noticed her sibling's affection for the doll she was upset, she had already had to compete with Barbie for his attention and now she had to compete with her sibling as well but after realizing how much the two dolls cared for each other she decided to back off, wanting the other doll to be happy.

Ryan on the other hand didn't know. He knew they were friends but that's about it. It's not that Y/n thought their brother would hate them or anything, if it had been anyone else besides this specific Ken, he no doubt would be okay with it but it wasn't anyone else that held their heart, It was Ken and Ryan wasn't too fond of Ken it had more to do with Ryan being extremely over protective then anything.

And because of that, Ryan's reactions to them just being friends was enough to keep Y/n quiet.

He did everything in his power to keep the two apart, pull his sibling in the opposite direction, placing towels on holes he dug only for Allan to fall into them every time instead, he even convinced Simu!Ken to flirt with his sibling; Ken was jealous for a short moment however he quickly got over it by the reassurance of the other doll.

Raquelle was more than happy to keep this secret from him so that was a plus.

"Barbie invited me to her big blowout party."

Ken goes to grab Y/n's hands only for Ryan to swat them away. Ken just sends them a sheepish grin.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come."

"No."

"No."

"Yes!"

The three all look at each other, the (h/c) doll clearly upset by their siblings' answers. Raquelle gave them an apologetic look while Ryan glared at a sadden Ken.

"Nothing personal Ken, but we aren't really, Barbie's favorite people and she isn't ours. It's best we stay out of each other's way."

"Plus I have a concert tonight."

Ryan pulls his sibling to his side shaking them a little as he does so.

"And Y/n has to be there. They're my pianist."

"I'm more than a pianist."

The (h/c) doll rolled their eyes.

"And you wouldn't want our show to flop now would you Kenny boy?"

The blonde doll shook his head.

"Good."

Y/n mouths a quick 'sorry' before their siblings pulls them away from the blonde, his ocean eyes following their figure as his shoulders drooped.

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Y/n was able to finally get some time away from their siblings. Raquelle noticed said doll moping around after the whole Ken interaction and sent them to grab ice cream while Ryan played his guitar to serenade some Barbies, She sat with him rolling her eyes every time he would stop to flirt with a new Barbie that passed by. Raquelle had got Kingsley!Ken to help Y/n carry the ice cream back.

"Here you go Y/n."

Ken handed them two strawberry sundaes and held onto the (f/ic) cone for them, following them towards the direction of their siblings.

"Hey Y/n, Hi Ken!!"

Both dolls turned and saw the sunshine that was Barbie headed their way. She waved at the two, making her way over.

"I feel like I haven't seen you all morning."

"Yeah, being around Raquelle will do that."

Contrary to what Raquelle believed Y/n and Barbie actually had a good relationship with each other. They would even consider Barbie to be their best friend after Ken, of course. She was the only Barbie that really made an effort to talk to them outside of just asking for favors despite who their siblings were. Though they didn't know if they were Barbie's.

The blonde thought about that for a second, she looked like she wanted to ask a question but decided against it. Barbie grabs Y/n hands and pulled them closer to her, a big mischievous smile on her face.

"You should come to my party."

"Barbie."

Y/n tilted their head giving them the same look that they normally did.

Barbie knew what was coming she heard it everyday but today will NOT be that day.

Barbie had a party every night.

Everyday Barbie invited Y/n to come to said party.

Every night the party would end in a girls night.

Everyday Y/n would have to reject Barbie.

While this hurt Y/n to repeatedly tell their friend 'no,' they didn't want to betray the trust of their sister.

But who wants to see the rejected look on their friends face every single time this situation happened.

"They don't have to know."

"What?"

"She doesn't have to know, I really want you there tonight."

"I can't."

"What if this is the last party I ever have?"

This scenario would never happen. Right?

Everyday was the same.

It started the same.

It ended the same.

Ryan was counting on them to show up for the concert that night? Would they miss it?

Raquelle trusted them, would they break her heart?

Barbie was their best friend, would this pull them apart?

"What do you say?"

Would this time be different?