#smiling friends Allan 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.

[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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[sakuralovespossums]

Why are there so little allan x reader fanfics?!

Like, we now know he canonically fucks!

[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

[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.”

[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 very tiny critter reader. Like, Glep’s size, maybe even a little smaller, and just kinda likes to lay on him. On his head, his shoulder, his back, just perches on him. Height difference of the century

Jesus fuck, bro ain’t even 2 apples tall. Bro hides in mouse holes

Allan x TEENY tiny reader

You always have the jump on Allan, no matter what you always manage to scare him. You’ve gotten REAL good at dodging though cause Allan could obliterate you with a single punch

Makes you wear a bell for that reason, or something that makes noise so he doesn’t accidentally kill his own partner

Other methods of not accidentally killing you is letting you ride on his shoulders. It’s like a giraffe and meerkat. It’s really sweet though, makes traveling easier with your itty bitty legs

Allan does like to carry you though, especially since you’re lightweight. He’s giant compared to you.

He’ll sometimes tease you about it, says shit like “how’s the weather down there?” Which might just be a genuine question atp.

Kinda scared of you getting eaten by a snake or other wild animal. So he makes sure to keep an eye on you in case he has to rescue you from a hawk or something

Imagine something like that Allan episode but he’s just trying to save you from an eagle 💀💀

You crawl on his back or stomach and sleep there. Sometimes he doesn’t notice so he’ll get up and you tumble onto the bed, like the worlds scariest alarm clock

It’s really soothing to lay on his chest, feeling your entire body rise and fall with his breathing puts you at ease. Like you’re riding ocean waves

You’re like a stuffed animal to him, thankfully he doesn’t move around in his sleep because his grip on you is not relenting. He moved you’re moving with him

[breakthestereo]

A must read! Thank you Writer for your creativity

Baby Fever

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Pairing | Tommy Shelby x wife!reader

Summary | Free use wife.

Warnings | Smut, breeding kink, free use lol, in public, exhibitionism, pregnancy (very few details cause… c’mon lol… I’m the one who wrote it💀), light humiliation.

Words | 1.5 k

Notes | Yeah this gif still makes me feral

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

Kinktober | day 2: free use + breeding kink

Tommy didn’t expect much from you as a wife. There were already staff who cooked and cleaned and you didn’t have any children yet. The one thing he did expect from you though, was being ready and willing to take his cock at any time of the day. 

Sometimes he’d be more gentle about it, coaxing you away from whatever task or conversation you were involved in to somewhere more private where he’d ravish you until you could only think about him and his cock. Other times, he’d be more desperate. 

If you happened to bring him lunch on a particularly stressful work day, he’d drag you in his office and bend you over the desk, fucking away all of his stress, if at least for a few minutes. 

Sometimes at the race track he’d pull you away to a more secluded— but still very public— area and cover your mouth as he plowed into you, rough and desperate, borderline animalistic. If the sound of your muffled moans didn’t give you away, the loud slapping of skin definitely did, but he didn’t care. If he wanted you, nothing was stopping him from taking you. 

A few times you even woke up to him lazily rutting into you, fucking you deep, but keeping the pace slow. He’d moan quietly, kissing and biting your neck, even sucking on the sensitive skin to leave marks. 

If he was ever short on time, he’d force you to your knees and fuck your face, making you gag and choke on his cock until tears streamed down your cheeks. Sometimes he’d blow his load down your throat. But if you weren’t in public or in too much of a hurry for anything, he’d paint your pretty face with his come, marking you as his. 

He knew you were embarrassed everytime you came back after he dragged you away. Every single time, without fail, you always looked like you were just fucked stupid. But that only encouraged him. He liked showing people that you belonged to him— that his wife was more than happy to satisfy him, even in public. 

It was also common for him to pull over and make you ride his cock in the car, smiling at all the people who drove past. If he couldn’t pull over, he’d grab your hair and force you down on his cock. Even if he arrived at the destination, he wouldn’t stop until you drained his balls and swallowed every last drop. It didn’t matter if it was the middle of the day or if it was pitch black out— it didn’t even matter if the window was open or not. He’d fuck your face and throw his head back as the pleasure consumed him until he finally fell over the edge. Sometimes, his sounds would attract attention, and he loved the look on people’s faces when you lifted yourself up, smiling and wiping the lower half of your face with the back of your hand. 

This didn’t happen often, but if he were ever in the middle of fucking you, too consumed by the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing his cock, and someone knocked on the door, he’d tell them to come in. It was usually someone you didn’t even know— one time it was Arthur… that was a particularly humiliating experience for you— but he wouldn’t stop. He’d keep you bent over his desk or on his lap and continue fucking you as you tried to not make any sounds. He always thought it was amusing when you tried to be quiet. 

One time, he walked in on you holding Ada’s baby, smiling and cooing at him, making him giggle relentlessly. As soon as Tommy got you alone, his cock was inside you and he rambled on about fucking a baby into you, breeding you nice and deep until he knocked you up. His words were almost incoherent with arousal as he described this fantasy of your belly full with his kid, your tits swollen with milk, and the glow that you’d have from all of it. He rambled on about raising them together, how good you’d look as the mother of his kids, how he wanted to fuck baby after baby into you… breed you until he fucking ran out of come. 

That sparked a conversation between the two of you. While the original plan was to wait a few years, you both agreed to shorten that time frame. So less than two years later, you were off of birth control and he was breeding you every chance he had. Honestly you were getting a little worn out, but you never complained. No matter how tiring it could be, you still absolutely loved it. 

It became even more of a frequent occurrence for you to be walking around with either come soaked panties or come running down your thighs. He also took a liking to cock warming. In bed, on his desk chair, in the car— anywhere he could— he’d fuck you and fill you with his come, then keep you plugged up, wanting to make sure it really had a chance to take. 

At home, he’d put you in the mating press position, then stuff you full of his come. Only instead of letting you relax, he'd keep your hips tilted up so none of it could leak out and make you come again with his mouth as a reward for staying in that position. 

The first time he fucked you after finding out you were pregnant… he was practically feral. The fact that there was a baby inside you— that it was his baby, made him all but lose control. He ravaged you with an intensity he’s only had a few times, rambling on about how he planned to fuck you like this for a while since he would eventually have to be gentler— if he could even fuck you at all. The problem was that his promise didn’t just apply to when he fucked you in the privacy of your own home, but it was just a problem for you. Tommy loved that you couldn’t keep quiet. 

Months down the line, rough, hard fucking turned into gentle love making. He’d kiss you tenderly as his hips rocked into you, keeping the pace almost tortuously slow. He tended to kiss over your stomach whenever he could and caress it with gentle hands. Both of you were surprised and disappointed by the fact that your breasts were far too tender for any touch to feel good. So he kept his hands and mouth elsewhere. 

The love making usually took place in bed. But every once in a while, he’d come up behind you and wrap his arms around your small frame, placing his hands on your belly as he kissed your neck until he finally got too impatient and lifted your dress to slip his cock inside. 

Around eight months, and even for weeks after the birth, he showed no sign of needing you like that. He never made you feel pressured either, even when he’d hold you at night. You were grateful though because your body definitely wasn’t ready for that yet. 

It was a little after two months postpartum that you were becoming a bit too needy though. One day, after watching him play with and hold the baby, you finally snapped. The second you were alone you practically jumped his bones, kissing him almost animalistically and pulling on his hair until he moaned into your mouth and finally grabbed your hips. 

“Love,” He started, but cut off when you unzipped your dress and let it fall to the floor, pooling around your feet.

“If you don’t fuck me right now I’m going to lose my mind.” You warned breathily, working on ripping his clothes off. 

“Slow down, darling. You have to be careful.” He said gently, making you more frustrated.

“Thomas Shelby, I swear to god if you don’t fuck me, I’ll go find someone who will.” You growled, giving him one last warning. He raised his brows, shocked and amused by your words. “I carried your child for nine months. The least you could do is make me come on your cock until I forget my own name.” 

“You’re that needy, eh?” He smirked, making you scowl. “Calm down, Mrs. Shelby, I’ll give it to you…” you still get butterflies when he calls you that, “but you know I can’t resist teasing you.” 

“You’ve teased me for months. Either fuck the shit out of me or I’ll get it from someone else.” You said, voice low and almost threatening, but you knew it only made Tommy more amused. 

“How have I teased you for months?” He asked innocently. 

“Christ, Tommy— just fuck me already. You have to do what I say because I just birthed a whole baby for you.” 

“I guess you're right.” He said with a sly smirk. “Until you forget your own name?” You nodded eagerly and he walked you backwards until your legs hit the bed. Once you were laying down, he crawled over you and kissed you deeply, making you moan against his lips and bring your hands up to his hair. “As you wish, darling.” 

[znerac]

Obsessed with your Charlie/Stoner!Reader - the idea of him just being a comfort vibe is severely underrated! Would you be able to do a oneshot/more headcannons and continue the original concept? 10/10 love your work!

Hi thanks for the ask!! <3

I would love to write up some more of this!! This time I decided to start with a oneshot since I haven't written actual fic in awhile 👉👈 and the ending might be kinda cruddy and I blame it on not writing in ages lol

Charlie Dompler x Stoner!gnReader

Word count: 2410 Tags: weed (obv) slight flirting (ig) lml if I need to add more Read it on Ao3

I really enjoyed writing this, I hope y'all enjoy it! Xoxo not beta read

It’s just a regular day at work, you have finished most of your tasks and decided to hang in the break room for a while until the boss decides to give you another assignment. Glep’s hanging out on the beanbag with his iPad, and you're currently doom scrolling on your phone.

About fifteen minutes pass by before two critters walk inside, it’s Pim and Charlie. And they had just finished their most recent assignment. Pim gets up onto a chair at the table with a stack of paperwork, and he begins working. But not before greeting you with a happy hello.

Charlie drags over a chair.

“Hey, psst” he whispers, trying to grab your attention as he sits beside you. You lift your head from your phone with an annoyed look, expecting Charlie to show you some random bullshit meme, but Charlie just grins and slides his backpack over. Curiously, you grab the bag and zip it open. Seeing charlies bong inside. You looked up at him a little confused, but you had a bit of a hunch as to where this was going.

“Wanna go sesh and try to get through the rest of work?” Charlie whispers with a cheeky grin, his eyes flitting between the bag and you.

Normally, you would be against the idea. But today was getting long.. And you haven't smoked in awhile. And honestly, getting up to a bit of mischief with charlie sounded like fun! You two got along well.

You grin, zipping the backpack up. “I would but- we don't have anywhere to smoke without getting caught”

“We’ll use pims car” Charlie would butt in, holding a hand up to avoid having Pim hear.

“Won't he like.. Smell it?”

“Yeah, but who cares? Pim’s a pushover. Plus, there's a can of febreeze in there, we’ll just coat the car in that after..”

You can't help but giggle at how Charlie had planned this out, and you nod excitedly without a second thought. “Fuck yeah, man. Let's go!”

Charlie sits up, before looking over at Pim, and he speaks in his usual chill manner. “Hey dude, can I borrow your car quickly? I forgot something at home.”

Pim looked up from his work, and he didn't even give it time to question, maybe he had too much trust in his friend. But nonetheless he fished his keys from his pocket and tossed it to charlie. “Okay, just don’t be too long. We might have another client, and i want to be ready”

You and Charlie give each other a look.

You both walk out the back, having to walk down a few alleyways to reach the nearest parking lot- where Pim’s car was. Charlie- with a click of a button- unlocks the car, and he gets in the front seat to start the car. Or at least turn the radio on so he could connect his phone for music.

Then you both get into the back seat.

“Are you sure he won't mind?” you ask, as Charlie zips his bag open. He just nods, “Yeah, Man. I mean.. How could he stay mad at us? Pim loves us, man. The longest he’s ever been upset at me was about like.. Three days.”

Charlie digs out a grinder, as well as a baggie of weed. “Grind this up for me while i get the music goin’ will ya?”

You take the contents with a grin, taking a couple nugs out before squishing them into the grinder and beginning to prep the weed.

Charlie hums, clicking a playlist- but adding a few more songs to the queue. The first song that plays is Santeria by sublime.

“Ugh, great taste in music, as always” you comment, making charlie grin.

Charlie then takes out his bong, and you hand him the freshly ground weed. He packs the bowl, and grabs a lighter. “Ready?” he’d say with a smirk, and you nod, holding out a fist.

He fistbumps you before lighting up, inhaling a good amount before pulling the bowl out and blowing the smoke out of his lungs. He’d cough a few times before handing the bong over.

You just smirk at him before bringing the bong up to your mouth, and lighting up.

It tastes nice, a tell that he had bought some high quality weed. And it's not as rough on the lungs as some older stuff might be, you could actually take in a good amount. But maybe you spoke too soon, because before you know it, you’ve taken in too much, and you're choking it out of your lungs. Almost dropping the bong- but Charlie grabs it in time.

“Woah, man- careful” he laughs, giving your back a good few slaps to try and help.

You're coughing and wheezing, pounding a fist on your chest as you gasp in the air.

“Shit- cough- man, you ain’t tokin’ if you aint chokin’” you manage to rumble out, which gains a laugh from the other.

“True that brother, true that.” Charlie says, before taking the bong back for round two. He’d light up again before having to pack the bowl for a second time, handing it back to you when he was done. Before you light up, ‘Do i wanna know?’ by arctic monkeys come on. And you groan, “fuck dude, you know i love this song.”

Charlie grins, “that's why i put it on”

A couple more passes go on, and the car is getting filled with smoke. You’re both hotboxing yourselves now, just sitting there listening to a few more songs. Your leaning against charlie, and he has his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

“Do you think we’ll get caught?” you ask, ruffling a hand through your hair. You aren’t exactly worried, you know you wouldn't get fired for this.. Funnily enough. The boss is pretty chill. But that doesn't mean you wouldn't get in trouble. Though you had a feeling he would just get a good laugh out of this- as long as it wasnt a regular thing.

Charlie pats his thigh with his hand, nodding to the music. ‘Helena beat’, by foster the people. “I dun- i dunno man. Lets hope not~” he chimes, moving his shoulders to the tunes. You giggle, finding that charlie got a lot more comfortable with you when he was high. You couldnt help but dance a long as well, making the yellow critter laugh along with you.

After a few more songs, charlie gets the bottle of febreeze out and sprays a good amount in the air. Packs his stuff up- turns off the car and hops out.

Once your standing in the lot, you grimace. “Wait- we’ll smell like-”

Charlie starts spraying you with the can. “Sshhhutup.. This’ll help- just don’t get too close to anyone” he’d slur, and you cough a little. “We’re gonna smell like air fresheners-”

“Naw man, i bought the scentless one. Now spray me down” he’d say, handing you the bottle. You take a few seconds to register that, before laughing as you take the spray bottle. “Man- i feel like a hobo doing this.” you’d chuckle, beginning to spray the other from toe to nose.

After that, charlie shoves the febreeze in his bag, and you two stumble inside. “Oh my god- man, we’re gonna get caught-” you whisper, feeling the swirly anf dizziness in your head. As well as some paranoia. Charlie pats your back and stops before you reach the breakroom. “Just relax, we’ll be fine!” he’d say, before shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets and strolling inside.

You pause for a second before walking in after him.

“Hello Charlie!” Pim says happily, then he’d greet you as well. You just wave back at him, and look around the breakroom. You vision is just slightly different, you squint your eyes before seeing the beanbag, and how it was currently vacant.

Charlie hums, “come on, dude, i’ll hook up my switch and we can play mario cart”

You hum “ooo, mario cart sounds good”

Pim lights up, “oh, could i join you guys?” he asks, hopping down from his seat.

Charlie takes a seat on the beanbag, making you frown. But he pats the spot beside him. “I mean- yeah, i guess” he’d reply to pim. And you walk over, planting yourself on the beanbag with charlie. You swing your legs over his lap, and he messes around with his switch a little until its displayed on the tv.

He’d hand you the bigger x-box like controller, knowing you didn’t like the little switch controls.

Pim drags up a chair and sits, taking a controller from charlie. “So, what did you forget at home?” he’d ask. And for a second, your worried that charlie didn’t have an ex-

“My switch. Duh, i didn’t have it before”

And that convinced pim. For the time being.

Charlie got competitive during the game, often cheering whenever he won, or shouting when he lost. But you were just a fit of giggles, chuckling and laughing whenever something remotely amusing happened. And Pim started to catch on.

“Hey, are you feeling alright?” he’d ask you, giving your arm a little nudge. You look over at him, and pim squints. “Your eyes are a little red..”

You chew on your inner lip, glancing over at Charlie, who is fixated on the game.

Then pim gets it, and he gasps a little. “You- char-” he stutters, “seriously, guys? Did you really use my car for-”

You slap a hand over pims mouth in an attempt to shut him up. “Shhh! Don- dont tell anyone!” you slur slightly, glancing over your shoulder.

“I can’t believe you guys-” pim said, a little defeatedly. “My car- oh my- my cars gonna smell for weeks!”

Charlie glanced over, “chill, Pim. man. I used uhh. Air freshener”

“That wont completely cover it!”

Allan walks in, and all three of you go silent. Pim just gives you both a look, before sighing and shaking his head.

“Oh- fucking- COME ON MAN!” Charlie shouts, giving your shoulder a push as you push his cart off the track. You cackle, pushing him back. “Sto- no-NO nO STOP IT”

You cant help but laugh every time charlie rages, and by now your leaning more into him than usual. And charlie actually wraps an arm around you.

Charlie covers his eyes as you win yet again, “fucking, god i forgot how good you are at this game.”

You sit up, setting the controller aside. Right now, your mouth feels a little dry. And a snack sound really appetising. “Hey, you guys know if allan restocked the food here?”

“Uhh. shit, i dunno. Guess we could go look” charlie would say, moving to get up.

You quickly get to your feet, but stumble a little. You laugh, before heading over to the cupboards above the sink- while charlie heads to the fridge.

“Uuughh.. Man, all we have is a few pickles- and uhh. Some leftovers.” he’d say, standing up before shutting the fridge a little harder than he meant to.

You hum, “Yeah.. we don’t have much in here either.. Just some crackers.”

You both look at eachother, then look at pim.

Pim looks at you both, before sighing heavily.

“No, No. You already used my car for your..” he glances at Allan, “activities.. I don't think I owe you a thing after that.” pim would say, having a stern look on that little pink face of his.

You and Charlie both groan, and you stumble your way over to pim. “Pleasee-? Pim come on Mann” you stifle a giggle, planting a hand on his shoulder. “I'll pay. You can get yourself a few thing too-?” you offer, feeling almost desperate for something tasty to eat.

Pim stares at you, contemplating. “Fine.. But I'm not waiting around for your guy’s orders” he’d reply, crossing his arms. You grin, biting your lip to hide an excited squeak. “Awesome! Your so awesome, Pim” you mumble, reaching into your back pocket for your wallet.

“You should be able to use tap-” you hum, fumbling around with your wallet until you finally take out your debit card and hand it to pim. The pink critter rolls his eyes with a slight grin, and hops off the chair. “I'll be back soon. You guys just.. Try not to get caught”

You grin over at Charlie once pim leaves, until you hear a scoff from the other side of the room.

It's Allan, and he looks pretty skeptical.

You stare at the tall red critter for a moment before inching your way back over to the bean bag.

Some time goes by, and your sitting with Charlie on the bean bag once again. Except Charlie's just scrolling reels on his phone, while you lazily lay against him, watching him scroll the random videos on his feed.

“Is this really the type of shit you watch?” you question, sinking deeper into the comfort of nearly cuddling with the yellow critter.

“You don't have to watch it, yknow” Charlie mumbled back. And you hum in reply, not really caring to say much else. Chars feed was mostly just random shit, ‘Gore’ videos and dark humor. Along with the occasional brainrot. But at this point, anything seemed to entertain that brain of yours.

Pim got back with a bag full of goodies, which unfortunately landed on the end of both your and Charlie's high. But nontheless, Charlie was up on his feet nearly instantly. “Excited?” you tease, giving Charlie a Pat on the rear as he passes you.

“What, you ain't?” he snaps back with a grin, extending his hands over to pim- who promptly hands the little baggies over.

“Don't eat the Wafers or the Mr meeps! I got those for myself” pim quickly added, returning back to the chair next to the beanbag. “Yeah-yeah, Wafers.. Dr mee.. Holy fuck dude, you got us Oreos? I fuck hard with Oreos man your the goat” Charlie sat down next to you, pulling the Oreos from the bag. Charlie then handed the bag over to you, letting you rummage throughout the contents.

“Thanks pim~” you chime happily, "is the uh, second Dr meep mine?” you’d ask, and he nods, "yeah! Go for it”

Though, before you could even crack open the seal. The blaring alarms of the office go off, startling both you and pim.

You frown, giving Charlie's shoulder a Pat. “Good luck~”

(please repost if you enjoyed! Ty xoxo!!)

[tiredcatboysinc]

Remembrance of a coffee order

Urghhh (* ´ ﹃｀*) My side hurts like so furking bad rn, and I think it's from where I haven't slept... It's 6am btw (๑-﹏-๑)

It's fiiine... I'll go to sleep soon... Maybe (ᵕ—ᗜ—) Anyways, here's an Allan Red/Reader because I think there's not enough of them in the world!!! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

ao3

“By the way, can you grab me a coff-” “Here.”

Allan places the cup in front of you, stopping your sentence prematurely. In truth, with the number of times you’d asked that critter to get coffee, you shouldn’t be shocked he knew your order by heart. Still, you were a bit touched that Allan cared as much as he did to remember. With how Allan kept up that wall, that facade of disinterest towards you, in reality, you knew he cared. You could tell by the little things he did, namely, remembering small details like your coffee order…

It wasn’t a big thing, it shouldn’t have made you smile as wide as it did. But it did. You smiled, chuckling softly under your breath as you plucked the coffee from the break room counter. A hum of amusement poured from your lips, another giggling falling from them soon after. Allan raised a brow, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Allan wasn’t stupid, far from it in actuality. He knew when you were being mischievous, or, better yet, when you were catching on to him. 

His eyes narrowed into small slits, a hum-like grunt of disapproval rumbling his throat. A soft hue lit his cheeks, the embarrassment creeping up his spine. If Allan was right, and normally he was about these things, you had read his ass like a book. He adjusts his tie, fidgeting slightly, all his fidgety and nervous manners elicited a much louder chuckle out of you. You cover your mouth with your free hand, a wide grin crinkling your skin in amusement. 

If anyone was the worst at keeping their cool, it was probably Allan. He could win an award for ‘worst at keeping their cool around their crush who happens to be their coworker’, maybe even multiple with how cute he looked while losing it. Allan shoots a look over at you, another disgruntled grunt leaving from lips. “What are you laughing at? Nothing is funny.” He grumbles in that monotone voice, his tone overflowing with a bright red embarrassment. 

You almost felt bad for the guy… key word being almost. Look, he just looked so damn cute. You take a small sip from your coffee, shrugging shallowly as you grin at the fidgety critter. “Nothing, nothing at all…” You grin, taking another sip from the iced coffee.

Allan grumbles again, finally flatting his tie out and shaking his hands to quiet his fidgeting. He shifts on his feet, now refusing to make eye contact under any circumstances. His cheeks are bright red, brighter than his skin. If you touched them you could feel how hot they were, burning like a train's engines. Of course, you were the coal that fueled that train's engine as of current. No, you were the only coals that fueled that engine. You’d never seen Allan blush this hard, let alone get embarrassed over anything this small if it weren’t tied to you. The thought made you smile a little, a devious smile of course. 

A small flood of giggles flowed from your open lips, your hand just barely covering them. Allan grumbled in embarrassment, that adorable grumble he almost did when he knew you’d never let him live something down. It was a hoarse noise, almost gravelly yet soft. He always muffled it, ducking his face into his hands to hide.

As the surge of your giggle fit came to a slow end, you came to pat Allan on the back. Your palm rubbed his shoulder tenderly, moving in soothing circles. A warm smile spread across your face as you looked at him, poking at his covered face with the hand that held your coffee still. Begrudgingly, Allan lifted his head slightly away from the safety of his palms. His brows were knitted tightly, and a small grimace laid on his overbite lips. You hummed approvingly, patting his shoulder softly. You examined his face for a moment, with how close you were you could feel the heat radiating off him. Another hum leaves you, this one of more satisfaction. Allan’s brows furrowed more, his suspicions growing by the second.

“What are you plan-” 

This time, you were the one to cut him off. A careful kiss is laid on his cheek, just a few inches from his lips. As you pull back you can see the gears turn in his head, an eruption almost going off in that brain of his.

“I’ll treat you to coffee next time, okay?”

[rhaenyrathecruell]

Need me a man like this