#wait omg i just went to check the date of that fic and it's a wip?? oh my god ahaha i dont even remember how it finishes

[gf2bellamy]

hi!!! i’ve fallen back into a criminal minds phase and i’ve been binge reading all of your “secret relationship” fics and i would love to read a secret relationship fic but it’s basically told through each team member slowly realizing that spencer and reader are dating! but it’s finally confirmed when reader gets hurt or something and spencer is freaking out. maybe some light teasing from the team because they’re happy it’s finally out in the open?? omg hope this makes sense LOL!

signs — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: secret relationship, spencer thinking reader is hurt ( she's not ) , reader is drunk at some point , but the rest is just fluff a/n: hi hi ! i absolutely adore this idea <3 i hope you like this :) i feel like i haven't written a secret relationship fic in ages

Rossi: Rossi was in a mood.

It wasn’t often he didn’t get what he wanted — especially when it came to fine dining — but apparently, not even being David Rossi guaranteed you the exact reservation slot you preferred at one of D.C.’s most exclusive restaurants.

He clicked his tongue in mild irritation as he stepped through the entrance, the warm scent of truffle oil hanging in the air.

Ahead of him, a well-dressed couple stood waiting to be seated, murmuring to one another as the hostess sorted through the parties ahead. Rossi barely spared them a glance at first, too busy checking his watch and scanning the room. His date was running late — icing on the cake of an already disappointing evening.

He sighed, eyes flicking back to the couple in front of him.

And then he did a double take.

The man’s profile came into view as he turned to speak to his companion, and Rossi nearly choked on his own breath.

Spencer Reid.

Not just Spencer, but you too — standing beside him, completely at ease, smiling up at him as if no one else in the world existed.

Rossi blinked.

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, the profiler in him shifting into gear as he observed the two of you.

Spencer leaned in, saying something low enough that only you could hear. You laughed — not the kind of polite, professional laugh he’d heard around the bullpen, but something softer. Familiar.

Intimate.

Rossi’s brow arched. His eyes dropped to your joined hands — fingers lightly intertwined. His gaze traveled up again, catching the look in Spencer’s eyes as he watched you speak.

Well. That explained a lot.

Rossi was a menace. That much was painfully clear. But if there was one thing Rossi did best, it was push people’s buttons — especially when it came to secrets.

And so, true to form, he did what Rossi always did: He took the opportunity to be irritating.

With a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of his lips, he tapped Spencer lightly on the shoulder.

Spencer turned slowly, a bit confused, before his eyes landed on Rossi. You, beside him, did the same, your hand still gently resting in Spencer's.

The second your gazes met, Rossi’s grin only grew wider.

Spencer’s face went as red as the napkins they handed out at the restaurant — a shade of crimson that could only come from absolute mortification.

“Hello, you two,” Rossi said, his voice laced with amusement, eyes glinting as he looked between you both.

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, frozen, staring blankly at the older man, clearly at a loss for words. Rossi swore he could hear the mental gears turning in Spencer’s head, trying to process how the hell he’d been caught.

Rossi took an extra second, savoring the silence — the awkwardness. It was almost too easy.

Then, reality set in. The tension shattered.

Without thinking, you both let go of each other’s hands, almost instinctively, as if the sudden separation could somehow erase what had just happened.

“Hi—hello, Rossi,” you stammered, voice faltering in a way that told Rossi all he needed to know: You were completely flustered.

“We—uhm—” you paused, trying to put your words together, but clearly struggling to form anything coherent. “We just… saw each other by chance, y’know, in the city… and then we got talking and… thought we’d check out this restaurant.”

The explanation came out so jumbled and rushed that Rossi could barely keep up. You were stumbling over your words, clearly trying to spin a story that didn’t exactly fit, but also trying to avoid outright admitting what was painfully obvious.

“Exactly, yeah,” Spencer nodded—too quickly, too earnestly.

It wasn’t convincing. Not even a little.

Rossi crossed his arms over his chest, letting the silence do the heavy lifting. Then, with the ease of a man who had absolutely nothing to lose and every intention of stirring the pot, he asked calmly,

“So the two of you just happened to randomly run into each other outside one of the most exclusive—and might I add, most obscenely expensive—restaurants in the city… and just decided to walk in? Together?”

His tone was casual, but his eyebrows were doing all the work.

You and Spencer froze. No words. Just two deer caught square in the headlights of David Rossi’s nonsense detector.

Because the truth was so much worse than whatever lie you were trying to piece together on the spot.

Spencer had woken you up from a nap that afternoon—gently, of course, like he always did, brushing your hair back and murmuring your name. You’d grumbled something in protest, refusing to move. You had your head in his lap, perfectly comfortable, and all you wanted was ten more minutes.

But then he’d said it.

“I have something for us tonight. Remember that place you kept talking about? I made reservations. Months ago.”

You had shot up like lightning, groggy but very awake now, staring at him like he’d just handed you a golden ticket. You had been talking about this restaurant since before the two of you even started dating—back when you were still circling each other, just friends but barely.

And now here you were. Dressed up, excited, in love… and caught red-handed.

You dared a glance at Spencer. His jaw was tight, his eyes darting nervously like he was running through a mental database of plausible excuses.

Rossi, of course, was thriving.

He stood there like a man watching live theater, fully enjoying the slow unraveling of your carefully guarded secret.

You cleared your throat, nodded with way more confidence than you felt. “Yes. Exactly.”

Spencer turned his head sharply toward you, brow raised just slightly—as if to say, Really? This is the story we're sticking to? But to his credit, he didn’t call you out.

He just nodded slowly. “Yep,” he added, voice dry, “total coincidence.”

Rossi stared at the two of you in silence for a moment longer. The way one does when they’ve just witnessed something both deeply embarrassing and wildly entertaining. Then he raised his hands in mock surrender.

“You know what,” he said, grinning now, “sure. If that’s what you’re going with—absolutely. A total coincidence. Two colleagues running into each other at a five-star restaurant, in formal wear, with a reservation one of them booked months ago… Makes perfect sense.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. You were far too aware of Spencer next to you, standing stiff as a board, and the fact that Rossi had you both in a corner with nowhere to run.

“But hey,” Rossi continued, shrugging, “who am I to question the universe? Maybe fate did shove the two of you into the same place at the same time.”

He turned slightly, already starting to walk away. “I’ll leave you to your completely unplanned, not-a-date-at-all evening.”

Spencer muttered something under his breath that sounded like “we’re doomed”, and you could only manage a half-smile as you watched Rossi disappear into the dining room.

But not before he glanced back and added, “Order the tiramisu. It’s phenomenal.”

Then he was gone.

And you and Spencer just stood there, still frozen in place.

After a long moment, you exhaled slowly. “…We’re so bad at this.”

Spencer groaned. “We really are.”

JJ: JJ was late.

It wasn’t entirely her fault — Henry had launched a full-blown protest over the shape of his pancakes, and in the chaos, his tiny hands had knocked over an entire glass of orange juice, soaking her blouse and half of the kitchen floor. By the time she managed to wrangle a clean shirt, a semi-content child, and get out the door, she was already dreading the knowing look Hotch would send her way.

She hurried into the BAU bullpen, the sound of her heels echoing as she made a beeline for the conference room. The door was already closed. Great. She inhaled deeply, then pushed it open, words tumbling out before she could stop them.

“I’m so, so—”

She froze.

Just for a split second.

Her eyes dipped downward involuntarily, catching something odd beneath the table. She blinked, recovering fast, her gaze snapping to Hotch. “Sorry,” she said smoothly. “Henry was giving me a hard time this morning.”

He gave her a slight nod, and she slid into the empty seat across from Spencer and you. Penelope was already mid-presentation, clicking through slides.

But JJ wasn’t listening.

She was still stuck on what she thought—no, she definitely—saw under the table.

Legs. Not just legs. Intertwined legs.

Your ankle was hooked gently around Spencer’s beneath the table, casual and familiar in a way that made her eyebrows lift just slightly. She tried to shake it off — maybe it was just a coincidence, an accidental brush.

Then her gaze dropped to the ground again.

She “accidentally” let her pen slip from her hand.

“Oops,” she murmured, crouching down to retrieve it, though her eyes were doing more investigating than her fingers.

Yup. Confirmed.

Not only were your ankles still tangled together like teenagers sneaking around in study hall, but you were wearing matching socks. Well, not quite matching — complementary.

Yours had a little Snoopy in a Halloween costume dancing across the left sock. Spencer’s had the other half of the design — Snoopy’s pumpkin and Woodstock.

She blinked once. Twice.

Slowly, she straightened back up and sat stiffly in her chair, lips twitching. She didn’t say anything, not yet. Just opened her case file and pretended to focus, though her brain was screaming:

Oh my God. Spencer Reid is in a relationship. And it’s with you.

She stared at the two of you, watching as Spencer jotted down a note in the margins of his file and you leaned over just slightly to peek at what he wrote, your elbows brushing. It was so subtle, so natural.

JJ pressed her lips together, trying not to grin.

That’s when Spencer glanced up from his notes — and locked eyes with JJ.

He froze.

JJ wasn’t subtle about it either. She was staring right at him, one perfectly arched eyebrow raised — equal parts curiosity, amusement, and busted.

For a split second, Spencer froze—just long enough for JJ to see the flicker of panic in his eyes before he schooled his expression back into something neutral. But it was too late. She’d already caught it.

His fingers twitched against the edge of the file in front of him. A tell.

You didn’t look up, but he could tell by the slight shift in your posture that you’d caught it too.

JJ’s smirk deepened. She didn’t say a word, didn’t need to — her expression said enough. She turned her attention back to the file in front of her, but not before giving Spencer one last knowing look.

Spencer cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, trying to refocus on Penelope’s words — something about timelines and victim patterns — but his mind was racing. He could handle serial killers and psychological profiling, but JJ with a knowing look? That was borderline terrifying.

He scribbled something useless in the margin of his page just to avoid eye contact.

Across from him, JJ finally looked away, lips twitching like she was fighting back a full-on grin.

Two down.

The rest of the team? It was only a matter of time.

Derek: It was hour fifteen of a twenty-four-hour stakeout. Tensions were low, patience was lower, and the temperature had dropped just enough to make everyone thoroughly miserable.

Morgan was behind the wheel, spyglass raised to his eye, keeping watch on the darkened house across the street. Spencer was riding shotgun, his tablet balanced on his lap but currently ignored.

You were in the back seat, curled up like a sleepy cat, eyes barely staying open.

“It’s so cold,” you mumbled, voice soft and tired.

“No AC,” Morgan said without looking away from the window. “No heat. No engine. We light up this car, and we might as well wave at the unsub.”

“I know,” you muttered, wrapping your arms around yourself.

Spencer turned, glancing back at you with a gentle frown. “Your hoodie’s in the go-bag,” he said, nodding toward the floor. “And I packed some food, too. There should be—”

“Cookies?” you perked up immediately, already leaning forward.

Spencer’s lips twitched into a fond smile. “Yes,” he nodded.

You dove into the bag, pulling out the hoodie and tugging it over your head. The sleeves practically swallowed your hands, and you looked entirely too cozy for a car with no heat and no legroom. Then came the cookies—individually packed, of course, probably something Spencer over-researched before choosing. You popped one in your mouth, handed one up to him without a word, and then casually offered another to Morgan.

“Want one?” you asked, already halfway through yours.

Morgan blinked.

Slowly, deliberately, he lowered the spyglass and turned to look at Spencer.

Spencer tried to play it cool, but it was already too late. He looked like he’d been caught stealing classified documents from the Pentagon.

Morgan’s gaze drifted from Spencer, back to you—cozy in his hoodie, munching on his cookies like it was the most natural thing in the world—then back to Spencer again.

Spencer cleared his throat, awkwardly adjusting in his seat. “You should, uh… probably keep watching the house,” he muttered, gesturing vaguely to the spyglass like it was the most fascinating thing in the car.

Morgan didn’t move.

He raised an eyebrow. “You wanna run that by me again, pretty boy?”

Spencer froze.

Morgan leaned his elbow on the steering wheel, giving him that look.

“I’m just saying,” Morgan added, his voice low and casual, “most coworkers don’t pack each other cookies, hoodies, and act like they’re sharing a studio apartment back there.”

You blinked, finally tuning in, cheeks puffed out with cookie. “We’re not—” you began, trying to summon something that sounded remotely believable.

“Oh, don’t even try,” Morgan cut you off smoothly, his grin widening.

You glanced at Spencer—please say something that makes this better—and then back at Morgan, before letting out a quiet sigh and leaning back in your seat.

At this point, it wasn’t even worth fighting.

Spencer had already told you about the awkward moment with JJ in the briefing room—the look she gave him that had screamed I know something you don’t want me to.

And then… Rossi. And now Morgan. You could practically feel the secret unraveling thread by thread.

You had barely gathered the willpower to respond, but Spencer, in all his nervous, fumbling glory, was still committed to the bit.

“Well, I do,” he blurted suddenly, making both you and Morgan pause. “The cookies—they’re not just for her.”

Your mouth fell open, eyes widening in offense as you turned to stare at him.

Spencer didn’t look back. He just kept talking, rambling now, hands flailing slightly like he was in a debate with himself. “They’re for all of us. I brought enough for the team. It’s not—this isn’t a… it’s not what it looks like.”

Morgan raised his eyebrows. “Mmhmm.”

You slowly turned back around in your seat, chewing the rest of your cookie with exaggerated drama, then crossed your arms in silent betrayal.

Later that night, back in the warmth of the hotel room, Spencer had just barely finished brushing his teeth when he noticed you sitting on the edge of the bed with your arms still crossed.

“You’re mad,” he said, cautiously, towel draped over his shoulder.

You didn’t answer.

“Oh,” he blinked. “Still mad.”

You picked up your toothbrush in silence and marched into the bathroom like a woman on a mission. Spencer watched you go with a soft frown, then padded in after you, leaning on the doorframe as you aggressively brushed your teeth.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that,” he said gently.

Still brushing. Still ignoring him.

“…Okay, fair,” he added, “but I panicked. Morgan was looking at me with that look—the one that means he already knows and he’s just waiting for me to confirm it with a twitch of my eyebrow.”

You spit out the toothpaste, rinsed your mouth, and glared at him through the mirror.

“You said the cookies weren’t for me.”

“They were for you,” he tried.

You narrowed your eyes.

Spencer took a step closer, wrapping his arms lightly around your waist from behind. “I also packed the hoodie. And your favorite brand of gum. And that weird off-brand protein bar you pretend to like.”

You stared at his reflection, unmoved.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss just under your ear. Then another. And another. Soft, slow, and annoyingly effective.

You tried not to smile. You really tried.

But by the time he was kissing along your jaw, you caved—letting out a small, breathy laugh as you shook your head.

“That was so rude, though.”

“I know,” he mumbled against your skin. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“You better,” you said, finally turning in his arms. “Or next time, I’m telling Morgan that the cookies definitely weren’t for him.”

Spencer laughed quietly, his nose bumping yours. “Okay. Fair.”

And just like that, the cookie betrayal was forgiven.

Garcia: Sometimes, boredom took over Garcia. And when Garcia was bored, it usually meant she was… poking around.

A little innocent internet rabbit hole here, a little harmless people-tracking there—y’know, just casual hacking using elite-level skills that probably violated several federal privacy laws. But whatever. She called it “passive wellness checks.”

So when the team was on a stakeout and she wasn’t directly needed, Garcia let her curiosity wander. Just a bit. She wasn’t looking for anything specific, but her fingers flew across the keys anyway.

A few clicks led to hotel reservation databases—normal stuff. She was just checking to make sure no one had booked a suspicious room under a weird alias like “John Smith” or “Not A Criminal.” That was all.

Then she paused.

Two reservations at the hotel. Standard. One under Spencer’s name. The other…

“Wait a sparkly second,” Garcia whispered, squinting at the screen.

Your name was right there, listed just one room number away from Spencer’s. Which wasn’t shocking in itself. The team often had rooms near each other. But—

Garcia’s eyes narrowed.

The hotel’s internal system allowed for some… minor enhancements. She tapped a few keys. There it was: a timestamp from housekeeping. Your room hadn’t been accessed in over 30 hours. Spencer’s had been accessed twice as often.

And the kicker? Two key cards had been used.

“Oh?” she whispered, eyebrows raising.

She double-clicked. The details popped up. Same check-in time. Same check-out. Shared billing. One queen bed.

Garcia sat back in her chair, blinking at the screen.

“Oh, my God.”

She clapped a hand over her mouth.

Oh. My. God.

The realization hit her like a freight train dressed in glitter and secrets.

You and Spencer.

She stood up so fast her chair rolled backwards and bumped into the wall.

“Oh my God, oh my God, Oh my God,” she whispered in rapid succession, pacing in a tight little circle like her office was suddenly too small for the sheer scope of this revelation.

You and Spencer. Together. Secretly. Sleeping in the same room.

She made a small sound that could only be described as a gasp crossed with a squeal.

“I knew it,” she hissed, stabbing a glittery-painted finger at her monitor like it had betrayed her. “I knew something was going on. And Derek said I was imagining things. He said I had ‘conspiracy brain.’ ”

She spun around, snatching her phone off the desk. Her first instinct was to call you immediately and yell “How dare you keep this from me, I am your godmother in all things love and codependency”— but she paused, phone hovering mid-air.

Now, Penelope Garcia was many things: a tech queen, a fashion icon, an unapologetic drama enthusiast. She was also a terribly curious person who thrived off of a good love story, especially if it involved people she adored. Which this did. This was the pinnacle of gossip. The golden egg of secrets.

But.

She frowned, slowly lowering the phone to her desk.

But she also loved you. And she loved Spencer. And as much as she wanted to burst into your hotel room with a confetti cannon and matching t-shirts, she knew how private Spencer was. And how gentle you were with your heart.

Maybe—just maybe—this wasn’t her secret to explode.

“Ugh,” she groaned dramatically, tossing herself into her chair. “Why do I have to be so emotionally evolved?”

She stared at her screen. The room access logs, the billing details, the clear-as-day evidence of romantic entanglement. Her fingers hovered over the delete key, then paused. No, she wasn’t deleting anything. Not yet. She was just… letting it simmer. For safekeeping.

She flopped her head back and sighed deeply, like she was in a soap opera.

“I’m not gonna blow it up,” she whispered to herself. “I’m gonna be cool. Chill. Under control. A vault.”

A beat of silence.

“But I am dying inside.”

She clutched her chest and sank lower into her chair, muttering to herself.

“Y’all better tell me yourselves or I swear to God, I will hack your text history, compile a dramatic slideshow of your relationship timeline, and set it to Celine Dion. With glitter transitions.”

With that vow silently made , she took a deep breath, sat up straight, and went back to her screen—though every once in a while, she let out a tiny squeak of excitement, unable to keep the joy completely contained.

Because this was happening.

And if no one else had said it yet—she was so, so happy for you both.

Hotch: The evening was supposed to be a simple gathering at Rossi’s place—nothing too elaborate, just a way to unwind after a tough case.

You had no intention of getting drunk, but here you were, swaying on your feet with a cup of water in your hand, courtesy of Spencer.

It had all started innocently enough, just some light conversation with Garcia, but somehow, between the laughter, the teasing, and the drinks, you'd lost track of the evening. And now, you were definitely feeling it.

You'd been walking around Rossi's house, or at least trying to walk. "Walking" was a generous term considering how much you were swaying side to side, trying not to trip over your own feet.

Spencer had been eyeing you all evening, a mixture of concern and affection on his face, pushing water into your hands every time you seemed to lose focus or reach for another drink. You hadn’t even realized you were still holding the water glass until you stumbled into Hotch in front of a set of pictures on the wall.

“Hi, boss,” you mumbled, your words dragging a bit more than you intended.

Hotch looked at you with a slight frown, his brow furrowing as he processed your greeting. But then he noticed the way you were swaying slightly on your feet, your eyes glassy, and he didn't press the matter. Instead, he looked at your glass of water, which was still almost full.

“You should finish that,” he suggested with a small nod, his voice laced with that familiar tone of concern.

You glanced at the glass in your hand, then back up at him, furrowing your brows as if the glass was a mystery you couldn’t solve.

"Right… yes, I should," you muttered, a little confused as to how it even ended up in your hand in the first place.

“Spencer gave me this,” you suddenly remembered, nodding as if that explanation made perfect sense.

Hotch gave you an amused look, his lips curling slightly. "Yes, he did," he confirmed, taking a sip from his own drink.

You stared at the water in your hand for a moment, then your expression shifted as a realization hit you. “You know, it’s surprising you haven’t noticed yet,” you slurred a bit, your words coming out slower than usual.

Hotch raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Noticed what exactly?"

You nodded toward the room, your gaze catching Rossi across the way. "Pretty sure everyone else has,” you continued, the words slipping out of your mouth before you could stop them. “Or at least Rossi did.”

You took a sip of water and let out a sigh. “God, that was embarrassing.”

Hotch stared at you for a moment, looking between you and Rossi across the room. “Noticed what?” he asked, genuinely curious now.

Before you could finish your sentence, Spencer suddenly appeared at your side. His eyes flicked from you to Hotch with a mix of frustration and concern.

“There you are,” Spencer said, his voice carrying a hint of relief as he took in your unsteady stance. He had lost sight of you a few minutes ago and, naturally, had come to check on you.

You blinked up at Spencer, a wide grin spreading across your face. “Spence, I was just telling Hotch that you and I are—”

Spencer immediately cut you off, his voice strained but trying to keep it light. “Okay, we are getting you sobered up.” The red creeping up his neck was unmistakable as he quickly stepped in front of you, placing his hand firmly on your lower back to steer you away from Hotch.

You started to protest. “But—”

“Sorry,” Spencer mumbled, barely glancing at Hotch before he gently but firmly guided you away, his hand resting on your back with a soft pressure.

Hotch stood still for a moment, his gaze following you both. He couldn’t help but notice the way Spencer’s hand lingered on your lower back—how his fingers were splayed out, with his thumb lightly brushing the fabric of your shirt as he led you away.

Hotch's expression was unreadable, but there was an unmistakable flicker of realization in his eyes. He had caught the subtle gesture, and as much as he had his suspicions, seeing it in action made everything that much more clear.

As you two started to move away, Hotch took another long sip from his drink, his lips curling into a knowing, half-amused smile. He glanced over at Rossi, who was now watching the scene with mild interest.

Spencer was already doing his best to get you out of the room, though he couldn't completely mask the fact that he was desperately trying to keep you from saying anything else.

“Come on, let’s just get you some water and air,” Spencer said, his voice low but kind, steering you gently away.

And you—completely oblivious to everything going on—continued to smile up at him, grinning like you had just won some secret game, unaware of the small reveal that had just unfolded.

Everyone: It all came to light in a way no one expected.

It wasn’t a serious injury, not by any means, but it might as well have been the way Spencer reacted. You had been outside when the unsub started shooting. Thankfully, no one was directly hurt.

But a bullet grazed your vest, knocking the air from your lungs for a few seconds. That small hit was enough to send Spencer spiraling.

Morgan was quick to catch the unsub, who, thankfully, gave up without much resistance. As Morgan shoved the suspect into one of the waiting police cars, Spencer was already rushing toward you, his panic evident in the quick, almost frantic way he approached.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice almost cracking, his hands reaching to cradle your face.

The team was quiet. Everyone stood still, frozen in place, as they watched Spencer examine you, his fingers gently brushing over your cheek and jaw, ensuring there was no injury. Morgan glanced over his shoulder, pausing in the middle of cuffing the unsub, but didn’t say anything. Everyone seemed to hold their breath.

You reached up, placing your hands on Spencer’s wrists to steady him, your voice soft, trying to ease his panic. “Spence, hey… I’m fine.”

Spencer froze. His eyes, wide and frantic, softened a fraction as your words registered. He blinked a few times, taking a step back to fully absorb what you were saying, but before he could form a proper response, his body seemed to move of its own accord. Without thinking, he pulled you into a tight hug, his arms wrapping around you protectively.

And then, in a gesture so tender, so full of emotion, he kissed your cheek and temple, his lips lingering for a moment longer than anyone would’ve expected.

The entire team stood there, mouths wide open, watching in stunned silence.

Hotch raised an eyebrow, exchanging a glance with Rossi, who gave a barely perceptible nod. JJ’s hand instinctively went to her mouth, her eyes wide with surprise. Even Morgan couldn’t help but chuckle softly under his breath, realizing the truth now stood out in the open for everyone to see.

You slowly pulled back from the hug, your hand lingering on Spencer’s arm as you gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m okay, Spencer,” you repeated softly, trying to calm him down even though you could see the worry still etched on his face.

That’s when you heard Morgan’s voice, teasing yet amused. “Well, that’s one way to make it official,” he said with a smirk.

Spencer and you both turned slowly, your eyes wide as you took in the entire team watching you.

Their expressions ranged from surprise to amusement, but one thing was clear: they were all in on it now.

Spencer opened his mouth, probably to try and brush it off, but he quickly faltered. “Uh, she’s okay,” he muttered, the words awkward and forced as he cleared his throat.

Rossi shook his head in amusement. “Well, yeah, kid, you made sure of that,” he said, his voice teasing but warm. He raised a hand, gesturing between the two of you. “With your kisses.”

The entire team erupted into chuckles, a few low whistles coming from Morgan. Even Hotch couldn’t help but give a small, almost imperceptible smirk, his usual stoic demeanor faltering just a bit.

JJ, her eyes still wide with surprise, was the first to speak up. “Well, I have to say, that’s one way to make your relationship… very clear,” she teased gently, her smile soft.

You could feel the heat creeping up your neck, and Spencer was no better off. He shifted nervously, his hands fumbling slightly at his sides as he looked around at his teammates, his face flushed with embarrassment.

“Well, at least it’s finally out in the open,” you said with a small laugh, nudging Spencer’s side gently. “No more secrets.”

Rossi clapped Spencer on the back with a grin. “Finally,” he said. “Took you two long enough, but it’s nice to see you finally let us in on it.”

The teasing continued, but it wasn’t mean-spirited. The team was genuinely happy for you both.

Later that day, as you and Spencer walked into the bullpen hand-in-hand, you could hear Garcia’s voice echoing from the other side of the building.

"I knew it!" she screeched, her voice loud enough to make everyone within a 10-foot radius turn their heads.

"I knew something was going on between you two!"

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Surprise!

pairing: max verstappen x girlfriend!reader

summary: max has a surprise waiting for him after Miami

a/n: this literally popped into my head after I heard speculation that real baby verstappen was born! Well wishes to the family!

a/n2: recently learned that my great grandmother was named Tommy and I loved that so much! So I really wanted to use her name somewhere

a/n3: I did 1 quick google search that said that it was just under 11 hours from Miami to Monaco and as that worked for my fic, that’s what I’m going with. If it’s wrong imagine the rookies pleading with their eyes to make the pilots go faster

a/n4: I did a quick search on pregnancy and labor, please Do Not fact check me. I’m good with the fanfiction version of it

a/n5: I wrote this before the Jack alpine news dropped…

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↳y/n: come visit after Miami! Max will be collecting all the animals then

↳oscarpiastri: will do!

user3: girl girls girls!!

alexandrasaintmleux: oh I can’t wait! this weekend is gonna be amazing! liked by y/n, francisca.cgomes

user4: collecting the animals??

↳user5: I mean…she’s gotta be getting close

↳user6: do you think she’s going to stay with someone till she gives birth?

↳user5: that’s what I would assume — I suspect it’s probably one reason why they’re having a sleepover

maxverstappen1: have fun mijn leeuwin

↳y/n: always do!

↳francisca.cgomes: of course we will!

charles_leclerc: and how is leo doing?

↳y/n: he’s attacked 4 of max’s trophies and he’s been here 30 minutes

↳charles_leclerc: good good

↳maxverstappen1: 😑😑 liked by charles_leclerc

olliebearman: you guys are gonna watch the race right?

↳y/n: of course we are darling — and you’re gonna do amazing

↳kimi.antonelli: and me 🥺🥺

↳y/n: I’ve got my #12 hat ready!

↳jackdoohan: the favoritism…

↳y/n: I have them on a rotating schedule jack!

↳maxverstappen1: better than me! She doesn’t wear my merch anymore liked by jackdoohan

↳y/n: I’m carrying your baby, what more do you want?? liked by olliebearman, gabrielbortoleto_, liamlawson30, isackhadjar, jackdoohan, kimi.antonelli

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f1gossip: max was all smiles today when asked about y/n and their upcoming child!

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user7: god to have max look at you like that!

user8: oh my god he’s so cute…

user9: oh y/n is so close! I guess I didn’t realize she’s due soon

↳user10: me either!

↳user11: wait how close is she?? I couldn’t watch the interviews 😡

↳user10: just about 2 weeks left!!

↳user11: oh wow that is so close!

user12: baby verstappen incoming!

↳user13: oh i can’t wait for the rookies to meet baby lion…

↳user14: they’re gonna be great big brothers!

↳user13: they really are

Private Messages, Max and y/n

Private Messages, y/n and Alex/Kika/Sophie/Victoria

Private Messages, Jos and y/n

Bluesky

user15: what’s happening??? Why are they legit running away??

↳user16: omg what if it’s y/n??

↳user17: don’t even speak that into existence!

user18: this has to be about y/n…

↳user19: no but for real what else would cause Max AND the rookies to go sprinting through the paddock like that??

user20: max’s jet just left Miami

↳user21: Jesus he must have went straight to the plane

↳user22: that’s the only way that timeline makes sense

user23: do we think y/n is giving birth??

↳user24: god she’s close enough to isn’t she??

↳user25: if she is — will max have a chance to make it back in time??

↳user26: maybe?? First births do tend to be longer and I just googled it and it’s apparently just under 11 hours…I guess it just depends on when she started

Private Messages, Alexandra and the Girls

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y/n: I’m so happy to meet you my Tommy Love. You are the absolute star of my life 💙💙

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oscarpiastri: she’s adorable y/n

alex_albon: paddock princess incoming!

charles_leclerc: congratulations y/n — she’s almost as amazing as you ♥️

lilyzneimer: congratulations!!

lilymhe: beautiful girls 💚

sophiekumpen: what a beautiful baby girl

victoriaverstappen: a niece! She’s absolutely lovely

danielricciardo: Danny Ric incoming! Gotta meet my goddaughter!

↳charles_leclerc: not just wait a moment!

↳landonorris: you wish

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maxverstappen1: welcome to the world Tommy Love ❤️ we’ve been waiting for you

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user27: Tommy Love 🥺🥺🥺

↳user28: I adore her already

user29: this is the best news to wake up to!!

hulkhulkenburg: welcome to the club kid!

↳maxverstappen1: what club?

↳hulkhulkenburg: f1 fatherhood — it’ll change your life

↳maxverstappen1: she already has

↳hulkhulkenburg: this is just the beginning

pierregasly: congrats man 🩷 can’t wait to meet her

↳francisca.cgomes: my goddaughter is amazing!

↳alexandrasaintmleux: *our!

↳francisca.cgomes: our!

user30: are both Alex and Kika godmother then?

↳user31: that’s what it looks like…

↳francisca.cgomes: y/n said we got the pleasure of it because we were there and helpful when she went into labor liked by y/n

sebastianvettel: congratulations

jensonbutton: congrats kid!

fernandoalo_oficial: ¡felicidades!

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y/n: my big kids got to meet my littlest

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kimi.antonelli: she’s so tiny…

↳y/n: she didn’t feel like it a couple of hours ago…

↳kimi.antonelli: oh!

oscarpiastri: again the blatant favoritism…

↳y/n: should have been slower in the race so max couldn’t leave so fast

↳oscarpiastri: I couldn’t just let him win…

↳maxverstappen1: so you didn’t really want to meet your new sister…

↳jackdoohan: don’t worry! I’m here for Australian representation!

↳danielricciardo: as am I!

↳oscarpiastri: 😑😑

isackhadjar: she’s so pretty y/n…thank you for letting me be here

↳y/n: of course darling 💜

user32: now this was what I was waiting for!!

↳user33: right?? We got a pregnancy announcement and then 6 surprise adoptions back to back — this meeting has been on my mind since then

↳user34: 7! Cause they also got Oscar…

↳user33: true true true

jackdoohan: best part of the weekend by far!

↳olliebearman: you’re telling me…

↳liamlawson30: yup

↳y/n: come cuddle your sister and let me curse out some people for you liked by jackdoohan, olliebearman, gabrielbortoleto_, liamlawson30

↳gabrielbortoleto_: that sounds fun!

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[zyafics]

hihihi i love ur fic ‘wildflower by five seconds of summer’ which was a best friends to lovers, I was wondering if you could do a fox where he’s reassuring her that he’s attracted to her and idk. But she basically feels that they were best friends for so long that maybe he’s just dating her for her personality and doesn’t actually want to see her idkkkk but I think you’d be super good at writing this one

omg thank you!! something about bsf!reader gives me so much energy to come up with them so let’s get to it 🤞🏼

REAL OR NOT REAL | Rafe Cameron

MASTERLIST (Blurb)

Pairing — BSF!Rafe x Wildflower!Female Reader

Word Count — 1.7K.

Content — fluff, Rafe comforting Reader about her insecurities, happy endings.

You always been aware of Rafe’s type.

There’s a certain degree that sparks Rafe’s interest, and how you slot into his future, but it hadn’t matter to you. Especially since you’re together now, it’s a constant reinforcement that he chose you out of all the girls on his roster. And he’ll keep choosing you because you’re his best friend.

At least, that’s what you like to think.

Your first cloud of doubt came in the form of an engagement.

When Kelce sank to the floor on one knee, holding up a sparkling diamond ring, he didn’t have the chance to finish his sentence before his girlfriend, Aria, leaped into his arms, squealing out a yes!

From there on, the entire restaurant cheers at the vow, and you alongside it, clapping your hands together with the utmost glee. You’re happy for your friend, and his embarkment on this new stage in his relationship. And you rejoiced in that feeling, floating in its bubble, until Topper came over to clap a hand on Rafe’s shoulder.

“How do you feel, man?” Topper asks, looking directly at your boyfriend.

“What do you mean? I didn’t get engaged,” Rafe huffs with a roll of his eyes, and you laugh, wrapping your arms around his bicep. He glances down at you with a soft smile.

“Not that,” Topper scolds, “In general. We always thought it would be you first.”

Your shoulders slouch. “What?” You question, but your voice is soft in the loud atmosphere. They didn’t hear you. Somehow, Kelce manages to enter at the tail-end of the conversation.

“Yeah, Rafe, never thought I’d beat you out,” Kelce laughs.

“You didn’t beat me,” Rafe declares calmly, holding up a glass of whiskey.

“I’m one step ahead of you,” Kelce refutes. “Didn’t you have a whole future planned? The house, the wife, the kids? The whole nine?”

“He’s been saying it since we were teens,” Topper adds. “Changed your mind?”

Rafe shrugs, appearing indifferent, but something cold runs through your veins. He lifts the glass to his lips. “When it happens, it happens.”

“Make it happen soon, alright?” Kelce adds with a grin, just as Aria slides beside him and he wraps a protective arm around her waist. “Because we’re planning a family, and my kids are gonna need your kids to keep them in check.”

“Or the other way around,” Aria comments with a chuckle, and the entire night went on as such. You celebrate among your friends at the restaurant of their engagement, the waitstaff brings out a glorious dessert for the couple, and everyone is in high spirits.

By the time you come home, all that energy disperses, and everything comes flooding back.

You almost forgot. Before Rafe and you got together, he had envisioned a future that didn’t match yours. He wanted a wife and kids, all before the age of thirty. He didn’t want to wait, as he always said before, he wanted it to be young, to start early, just as his father did.

You don’t feel the same. You grew up in a household that abandoned you to your own devices, hollowed out in creaky hallways and subdued by a rotation of maids and servants in and out of your estate. You always knew you wanted kids later, or not at all because you wanted to take time and travel the world.

This doesn’t match Rafe’s.

Yet, it was never brought up. You were so consumed by the bliss of finally having each other, that you neglected the very foundation of what it means to be in a relationship in the first place—to address the conversation of a different yet nearing future you each carved out for yourself.

Doubt begins to lament every inch of your skin as to why Rafe is with you in the first place. He had known this–he’s your best friend—he knows you’re different from what he wants and he still pursues it? Was it for fun? Was it to pass the time until he found someone more compatible to match his needs? Perhaps, even a chance, Rafe was so used to having you at his side that it was easier to seduce you into the most natural next-step role. He didn’t actually like you, your brain argued, he got with you out of pure convenience.

So, you start distancing yourself. Every invitation to spend with the newlyweds was declined, and every inquiry to come over to your house was subsequently ignored. It got to the point where, a week in, Rafe finally had enough and came into your house unannounced.

“What the hell is going on with you?” Rafe demands upon entering your room, his eyes sliding across the place to find the messiness of your sanction, pillows, and blankets thrown to different corners. Almost ditch-like, as if you hadn’t had the chance to leave—in fear of encountering him.

“What?” You ask meekly, shoulders slouching inwards, making yourself small.

“You’ve been ignoring me,” he declares accusingly.

“Not true,” you argue.

He glares. “Don’t lie to me.”

You hesitate, digging your nails into the sheets and playing with the covers of your bed. “I just need some time for myself; to think,” “About what?”

You inhale sharply, trying to fizzle out your nerves. All your thoughts and rumbustious questions lead to this final end. This is it.

“I think we could break up.”

For the first time since Rafe’s entry, he’s taken aback by your statement. He unconsciously takes a step backward, brows drawn together, throat tightening. “What?” He replies, his voice low.

Now or never.

“I’ve been thinking about it for the past few days, and I think it’s the best option,” you reason, trying to appear as if this comes from a place of logic rather than insecurities. “For our future.”

“Our future?” He repeats, testing the words on his tongue.

“We’re not compatible,” you continue, the confession slicing at your chest. Tightening your skin. “I want certain things, and you want different things. Honestly, I don’t even know why you liked me in the first place. We were better off as—”

“Slow down,” Rafe cuts you off. You’re going so frantic, trying to streamline a sense of continual thought, that he thought you were going into a panic attack. Rafe lowers himself to your level, taking a precarious step forward and encroaching on your bed. “What do you mean?”

“We should break up.”

“No,”

“Rafe,” you pout, eyes softening, trying to let him go the gentlest way possible. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“You’re being unreasonable,”

“I’m being logical,” you argue.

He scoffs. “Logical? You’re breaking up over a problem that doesn’t exist. Incompatible? Really? You had a whole week to come up with an excuse and that’s what you settle on?”

Your shoulders sink. You play with the frayed threads of your comforter, and the mattress dips to accommodate his weight. His hand hovers over yours, halting your nervous antics and forcing your gaze back onto his.

“What happened?” Rafe asks gently.

“I can’t give you what you want,” you murmur with a cry, pathetically feeling like you’re close to tears.

“Okay,” he cautions slowly. “What do I want?”

“Not me,” you insist weepingly, “I don’t want kids, or to be a housewife. Being in your life, I ruin your plans.”

“Baby,” he murmurs, cradling your face. “I don’t care about that.”

Your heart beams with hope, before being smothered by the reminder that this is a trick to ease your thoughts. “You don’t want kids?”

“Of course, I want them,” your chest tightens. “But I want them with you when you’re ready.”

He adds. “I was serious that night,” he reminds you of that first night when you two became an item. “It’s you or nothing.”

You remain quiet.

“What else? Hit me.”

“I’m afraid,” you confess quietly.

“Of what?”

“That you don’t really like me. I think you’re with me because it’s the easiest thing, or perhaps you don’t want to let me down or—”

“Calm down, wildflower,” he breaths out, dropping his hand to your chest, forcing your intake to steady. They do, calming under his palm. “How about I tell you what I feel instead of you making assumptions?”

He’s right. That’s logical. As you nod, composing your words, you slowly draw a steady breath. “Do you want a housewife?”

“I do,” he answers honestly. “But I only want you.”

“And if I don’t?” You ask. “I don’t want to be one?”

“Then you won’t, simple as that.”

Your eyes pan across his handsome face, trying to uncover any mistruths, but you find none. It settles something in you, and you reveal your next step of doubts.

“You said you wanted to settle down before your 30s,” you remind him.

“That was before I knew this,” he gestures between you, “had a chance.”

“So you change your plans for me?”

“You’re my future,”

You swallow hard. “And if I don’t want to? Not just settling down—but I want to travel the world, and experience adventure, what do you say?”

He comes forward, cupping your chin and forcing your gaze on his. “I say do whatever the hell you want, as long as it’s with me.”

You brush your hands against his jaw, stopping your questions, before having one more on the tip of your tongue. Rafe nods encouragingly, “Anything else?”

You hesitate, and Rafe’s hand slides up your neck, finding that sensitive spot, and cradles it under his palm. “Ask the last one.”

Exhaling, you ask, “Do you like me?”

“Baby, you’re the love of my fucking life. I don’t think there’s anyone I like more than you.”

A blanket of comfort wraps around you, your heart softens, expression relaxes. Your brows pinch together, and they look up at him with utmost guilt. “I’m sorry,” you murmur.

“Don’t be,” he leans forward to press a kiss against your forehead. “You needed that. But I’m here to remind you—I want you. I chose you. The only way someone’s leaving this relationship is through death.”

You laugh softly, tears crowding your vision. “Is that a threat?”

“I think it’s a vow,” he murmurs, closer between you and pressing a soft kiss on your lips. “In sickness and in health, or whatever.”

Your hands run through his hair, pulling him closer, “How about let’s stay in bed and figure out the rest later?”

His hand catches the mattress, and his body presses against yours, forcing you onto your back as he covers you. And he kisses you again. And again. Until you’re out of breath. “I like the sound of that.”

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[theemporium]

[smau] where formula one meets hockey, but not in the way fans really expected.

aka a random smau fic to introduce you to the wee world me and @hischierhoney spiral over every race weekend. ignore the dates and times on the tweets, i am too lazy to change them :)

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yourusername winter break was fun😈ready for the season ahead!

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scuderiaferrari ready to see you on track, red!

yourusername ❤️❤️❤️

user QUEEEEEEN

user omg is this a soft launch???

user fuck a soft launch, she has just confirmed the whole relationship!!

user pls pls pls win austin, i am going to that race!!

user HELLO CHARLES-RED SHIPPERS STAND UP!! HARD LAUNCH POST!!

user don't be weird?? they are just teammates

user HELLO WHY IS JACK LIKING HER POSTS???

user who is the guy?? because he definitely looks like charles

user PLS charles is not that buff

oscarpiastri so you only say no to hiking when i suggest it? rude

yourusername that's because i don't like you :) hope that helps!

user wait who the fuck is jack hughes and why are people on twitter freaking out over it

user omg she went to his game over the winter break, maybe he is the secret boyfriend

swissfonduelover i heard he is not her type

user wtf?? as if you know lol

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yourusername sunshine, blue skies and a pretty boy to celebrate leading the championship going into the summer break😈

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nicohischier my red❤️

yourusername my cap❤️

user HOLY SHIT

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charles_leclerc oh finally!! i couldn't keep the secret anymore

yourusername you literally told half the grid before we had even gone on our second date?

charles_leclerc what's your point?

user wait they are actually kinda cute

user NOOOO MY CHARLES-RED HEART IS CRUSHED!!!

swissfonduelover good.

user she is leading the championship AND she has a pretty boyfriend? unfair

jackhughes why was i not invited??

yourusername last time i checked, you weren't a pretty boy

jackhughes rude :(

user i am fucking REELING over this and i have no one to tell

user both in red teams, both wear thirteen, both have the pressure of the world on their shoulder THE INVISIBLE STRING IS INVISIBLE STRINGING

scuderiaferrari our favourite power couple!

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[st4rwritez]

Request: can you do a caitlin fic where the reader is mad at her and caitlin tries to make it up to her and the reader forgives her and it's really cute?

(I actually was working on a story like this so this is perfect omg!! Tysm for the request! ❤️❤️)

Apologies

Caitlin Clark x reader

Summary: Request above!!

Warnings: None, fluff and a little angst!

No spell check again sorry if messy 🥲🥲❤️

౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚

You knew since it was the off season caitlin would be busy, with all her fancy nike ads and pointless interviews.

But never would you think she would be this busy.

It was a cold fall evening when you and caitlin had decided to have a movie night together after she got back from a photo shoot.

It was the first time just the two of you were able to hangout one on one for almost a month, So to you it was important that it actually happens.

You loved cait but the repeating instance of her missing out on special things and planned dates was not pleasing you.

It was around 3:00 when you decided to start laying out snacks and cozying up your small apartment living room, placing down you and Caitlin’s favorite snacks on the coffee table.

It was getting close to 4:00 when caitlin should be home so you got a set of pajamas on and waited for her on the couch scrolling through instagram.

30 minutes had passed and the time hit 4:15 with no sign of caitlin, checking her location, it was set at the same studio she was at for the shoot.

A pulse of anger and sadness grew throughout your body, yet you still held onto a little hope knowing the studio wasn’t too far. Maybe she was just packing up now? Or maybe they had to re shoot something?

Yet 2 hours went by and there was no trace of caitlin nor any signs of her going home.

Disappointed you cleaned up the blankets spread across the couch letting a small tear fall onto the blanket you were folding up.

Just then the door to your apartment opened and in walked caitlin, the same backpack and clothes she wore earlier still on her.

“Y/N i know what your going to say and im sorry i just-“ she said

You cut her off before she could say anything else. “You just what?!” You said before going on.

“Im sick of this caitlin, you never show up anymore i don’t get it.” You said fighting back tears as you turned to face her.

“I do..i do show up its just.” She paused “i have a busy schedule you get that Y/N. You out of all people should understand” she stepped closer to you guilt playing on her face.

“Name one time you have shown up for me in the past month caitlin”

She stopped unable to answer.

“Exactly, I do everything for you I plan our dates, i come to all your boring ass games, and i put in time for you.” Tears now filled your face unable to hold any back now.

She stood there speechless guilt overpowering her anger.

“Im sick of your excuses. you know i just want to be loved sometimes and you cant even do that for me. Im done caitlin. ” You said before walking off into the bathroom to calm yourself.

Caitlin stood there ashamed and stunned. Sitting on the couch for a moment to collect her thoughts before she saw one of the bowls you hadn’t cleaned up from her late appearance.

Just then she had an idea, she grabbed a few left over bowls setting them on the table and rummaged through the cabinets finding some snacks pouring them into each bowl.

Next she looked through the fridge for spare cookie dough you had made for her from a week or so prior taking it out of the fridge and placing it onto a cookie sheet.

She pre heated the oven and poured you both a glass of wine and took her heating blanket from your guys room and placed it on the couch plugging it in and putting some blankets and pillows on top.

Once the oven was heated she popped the cookies in and placed all the snacks onto the table with the two glasses of wine.

Knowing like most fights you would usually take a shower and do self care after to decompress she knew she had time.

She decided to splurge and run out to the jewelry store across your apartment complex and get the pair of earrings you wanted that she put on hold for you so she could buy them for you.

By the time she got home the cookies were done and she set the earrings in a gift bag drawing your name on it with a heart, next to it were the words “I’m so sorry, i love you”

She heard the shower stop and knocked on the door leaning on it slightly. “Y/N im so sorry, you were right.. I do need to spend more time with you so will you please watch a movie with me.”

She waited for a second now standing right in front of the door before you opened it and walked out in your pajamas.

“Fine. And Im sorry for calling your games boring i promise you they’re not.” She smiled at you leading you to the living room.

You saw the living room adorned with blankets, wine, and snacks placed on the coffee table, but most importantly the gift bag sat right next to the cookies.

“Caitlin what is this?” You said walking over with her to the couch picking up the gift bag.

“Open it” she said sitting down on the couch.

You opened the bag and saw a velvet case opening it softly and saw a pair of ruby red earrings with an engravement on the gold side that had c + y/i on it.

“Caitlin you know you didn’t have to!” You said smiling at her as you went to hug her sitting on the couch.

“I wanted to treat my girl as a sorry for being so careless.” She said running her hand through your wet hair as you laid your head on her shoulder.

“Well movie time?” She said and you nodded as she turned on a movie.

You waited for a moment before saying “You know i love you cait.” Looking up at her.

“I love you to Y/N more than anything.” She said looking down at you and then placing a kiss on your forehead.

[chil-aglia]

For The Bad Things Happen Bingo Card:

Bingo Slot: Non-consensual touching

Character: (Special Guest) Dante

Plot: Like father, like son. Dante doesn't like to be touched, but he knows needs check up, so he sucks it up. However that new doctor (who is not Leo) seems to be a little friendly with check up to point crossing boundaries. Dante asks him to stop or at least give him minutes to prepare, however the doctor won't listen. Dante is chirping in distress. Luckily his dad and uncle hears him. Let's just say neither Donnie nor Leo are happy with the doctor. Dante needs and allows a hug from two people he trusts (and loves) most. Leo and Donnie are glad to help.

Side note: Dante is your OC so it counts. I thought this could be as a special bonus. What do you think?

This will be marked off as 'Non-consensual touching' as that is the main focus!

OMG DANTE I MISS MY BOY 😭

So, for those who don’t know, or need a refresher on who my OC Dante is as I’ve only posted about him maybe 2 or 3 times, but essentially, he is the only son of Donnie. He was created much like Caden to be honest, but is instead a clone of Donnie (sort of?) much like with Caden I’m still working out his character and whatnot, but basically, son of Donnie, Donnie isn’t actually all that thrilled to be a “dad” and therefore is a bit, uh, rude? Neglectful? Of Dante in a way. I honestly can’t remember if his world was set in the apocalypse timeline or in the good timeline post Krang attack and the turtles are just older now

Hope you enjoy this! And sorry for any grammar errors made!

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Link to the fic on Ao3: I got you, son - Chilaglia - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

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I got you, son

Quick note: This is not canon to the main story of Just Like You. This is also going to be set in the Apocalypse timeline (mostly cause I can’t remember if I made Dante to be set in the bad future or the good future timeline)

Bingo slot: Non-consensual touching

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my OC’s

Warnings; Non-consensual touching, attempted rape, SA, panic attack, implied stalking, PTSD, implied PTSD, etc

Summary: Being already triggered with immense touching was annoying for Dante. But he powered through it, he had to, especially during his monthly check-ups with the doctors on the base. But this doctor…they just kept touching and touching.

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Being born from a test tube meant Dante had to have regular monthly checkups, to make sure his body was still healthy even though he insisted he was fine and that if he was feeling ill, he’d let someone know.

But no one didn’t want to take the risk. Especially Leonardo and Donatello. While Donnie was still…adjusting to having a clone of him walking about, that his brothers kept insisting that Dante was his son, Donnie regardless kept his distance, only interacting when necessary.

Leo, being both the leader of the Resistance and one of the best medics in the base as well as self-proclaimed uncle of Dante, he wanted to make sure Dante’s chart was up to date consistently.

And so, here Dante was, sitting on the metallic table in the medbay as he waits for Leo to enter and do the basic checking. Dante went and already stripped himself off his gear, leaving only his mask on his face due to comfort as he tapped his fingers against the table.

Waiting and waiting….

Where was he?

He was about to just go ahead and leave when suddenly the doors open, a human walking in wearing the doctor's uniform that the Resistance had managed to salvage for the medic team. Makes things easier to know who what was.

“You’re not Leo.” Dante stated the obvious in confusion as the human man chuckle and nods. “Master Leonardo is busy with doing some work. He asked me to come here and do the checkup for him.” He informs, washing his hands at the sinks as Dante eyed him.

“He’s letting…someone else do this?”

There was a reason Dante sounded a bit uncomfortable. It was due to the fact he didn’t like it when strangers touched him. Only the brothers and close family friends knew of Dante’s distaste for touch, especially from strangers.

So, Leo having asked this random medical doctor to do the examination on Dante? He couldn’t really wrap his head around it.

“I promise I’ll be quick. So, let’s get started yeah?”

He walks over, grabbing a tray of tools as he begins to work, telling Dante to open his mouth so that he could shine a torch inside to check for anything out of the usual.

It was going well, barely any touching involved other than the doctor using a small light hammer to tap on Dante’s knees for his reflex.

All was going well.

“Okay, we’re the final stage of the examination.” The doctor informs, walking over and without much warning began sliding his hands up and down the curves and muscles of Dante’s arms.

The soft shell flinched and recoils back. “Whoa!” He yelps slightly, staring wide eyed as the doctor tilted their head and rolled his eyes. “Stay still.” He demanded, reaching back to touch, only for Dante to shift back more.

“Just hang on. Sorry, that was too sudden for me. I didn’t know you were going to get right to touching—“ He began to explain himself, hopeful that the doctor would hear him out and give him time to mentally prepare himself.

But he didn’t.

He was suddenly pushed down, the doctor having used tight straps to seal him down as Dante wriggled and squirmed, trying to free himself.

“I always wanted to do this…”

The voice of the doctor sounded…off, chilling. Dante froze and looked over to observe, sweating as he watched the man rub his hands together, a deep blush across his face and—

Was that a boner he was seeing in his pants?!

Dante heavily panted, once more trying to sit up, but with the right strapped in wrist cuffs, he couldn’t move. The man trails his hands up along Dante’s leg and thigh, the mutant recoiling as he tried to move away from the touch.

“Stop! Let me go…!” He begged, biting back a choked surprised gasp when the man gripped his thighs tightly, at some stage the guy had climbed up on the table, straddled Dante and lifted Dante’s legs to rest over his shoulder, all while rubbing dangerously close to his ass.

The mutant was frozen in fear and stunned silence. The guy was clearly enjoying this as he even began rocking his hips against Dante.

Oh, fuck that!

This way too much and incredibly wrong. This was definitely no checkup; Dante would know that Leo would never let some guy come and do his monthly checkup without him at least present in the room.

Dante wanted to scream, tell the creep to get off, maybe even try and kick him. But he’s never felt so…scared to the point of losing his voice and becoming numb.

“I’ve seen you around the base…you looked so pretty. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to drag you into a room, have my way with you.”

The man moved one of his hands to softly rub at Dante’s tail as the mutant flinched, his tail shaking in fear as it instinctively tried to hide away.

“S-S-stop…” Dante sobs slightly, no tears rolling down his face, but he could feel his eyes getting watery. The man ignored his pleas, smirking as he reached up and tugged off the mask on the soft shells face.

Finding the courage, Dante did the best thing he could think of at the time, he didn’t trust his voice so he began chirping as loudly as he can. Continuously in hopes someone nearby would hear him and come to his aid.

The man probably thought that the chirps were that of pleasure as he laughs. “You’re starting to like this aren’t you? You know, no one is around, we could take this to the next step.” He began, as Dante felt his oxygen being cut off when he saw how the stranger was reaching to pull off his pants.

“CHIRP! CHIIIIRP! CHIRP!”

Come on! Someone hear me!

Dante clenched his eyes shut; he waited for some kind of pain to be inflicted upon him. But instead, he heard the booming sound of the doors being open, along with a pissed off, familiar voice.

“GET THE FUCK OFF HIM!”

Leo.

Dante opened his eyes, just in time to see Leo punch the man off the table and onto the ground, a deafening crack being heard following the agony cries of the man as he screams something about his arm being broken.

Dante stared at the ceiling, relief overflowing him as he felt someone uncuffing his wrists. He turns his head and was flabbergasted to see Donnie standing beside him.

“Come on. Come on. I got you.” Donnie mumbled, as he began reaching out for Dante. But the young mutant froze, flinching back as he shakes. Clearly traumatised as Donnie halted and gulps.

“It’s okay…just, let me help you off the table and put the room.”

Dante became non-verbal, but he understood what Donnie was telling him. So, he nods and hesitantly reached out first for Donnie who scooped him up, holding his princess style.

“Leo—“

“I got this guy. Go and comfort the kid.”

Donnie without arguing or saying a thing had nodded and jogged out the room to leave Leo alone what the creepy man.

Donnie may have to ask April to dig a hole to hide the body. But he can do that later, instead he brought the quiet soft shell he held to his room, a place he knew that gave comfort for the mutant.

He settles him down on the bed, crouching to his level as he does so. “Okay. You stay here, I’m gonna go and—“ Donnie began prying himself off Dante but to utter surprise the young turtle gripped him tightly, his arms never leaving the safety of Donnie’s neck.

“Don’t…g-go.”

He choked out, clearly holding back sobs and panicked breathing. Donnie frowns sympathetically, he was never good with emotions but even he could tell when someone desperately needed comfort.

Sure, Donnie wasn’t thrilled to be a “dad” without his consent. And yes, he knew he was being childish and rude. It was a defence mechanism for him.

But he wasn’t heartless, and he would never want Dante to experience such a thing like he had before ever again. “You're okay…it’s over now. Just breathe with me.” Donnie instructed, letting Dante cling to him as he shakily inhaled and exhaled, copying Donnie who was breathing along with him.

Mikey showed him a few skills over the years to know when to try and calm down. It helped with panic attacks of anxiety or even when someone was crying.

“The ch-check up—“

“Don’t you worry about that. We can sort that out later.”

The two remain silent afterwards, just relishing in the comfort of each other's presence before Dante was first to speak up.

“Thank you for coming to get me…d-dad.”

Oh.

Oh.

Donnie stiffens at the “dad” comment, he recalled telling Dante to not call him anything father related, like dad, pops, father, etc. It had made Donnie feel weird and agitated.

But…in this moment, hearing that word coming from Dante’s mouth. Donnie felt…his chest was tight, like someone squeezed his heart as he subconsciously embraced Dante closer to his chest and tighter.

He can let the dad comment slide just this once….

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Bad things happen bingo (OPEN)

[tetrapaec]

I know nothing about Dan and Phil from before 2019 and I'm only learning the lore through fanfiction.

It's so funny to me because there's no way to know if anything I'm reading is coming from the truth or not but I just went : "Oh, Chris again, I wonder who that is... Oh dating PJ, got it."

Then I read another fic, "Chris, hi, hello again sweetie! Wait, Chris is a boy???"

And I am so lazy to fact check anything... One day I'll watch a random video with some dude in it and I'll be like "OMG!! It's Chris from ao3!!!"

[thisisevenharderthannamingablog]

Liveblogging notes on ep. 8

When one of your mains first uses "us" in a sentence; there's nothing quite like it.

Porsche somehow delivering that line with a straight face.

That little beckoning gesture. Gosh.

OMG you two focus???

On second thought never mind, just keep doing that. For the sake of wardrobe, I hope they didn't have to do too many takes.

Locale shift. The last time we were at the bar was pre-forest, and Porsche was miserable. Now he's giddy, if a little confused. Like the last time, his old-life friends can read him easily (Pete can not). Interesting that both of the friend groups have now used the "love is love" line. Again, real emotions and connections can only be found outside the main house. He's never been in love before? Too busy supporting his brother to even have dated? :(

(Apo is actually a bit taller than Mile? Huh. Their scenes are usually framed to make this less obvious.)

Incognito date time! Kinn like oh you better believe we are holding hands in public.

I see we are back to a food-connection theme, much more positive this time. Porsche is so anxious, though! Poor guy, relax. Including Kinn's ring in the shot with the photo is a nice touch.

Kim still on the trail but suspecting it's a dead end. Big, you put up with so much.

Wait, show, are you telling us that Kinn used to be this adorable on the regular?? My god someone has a lot to answer for.

I don't feel like going back to check right now, but wasn't the "no personal cell phones" rule the first flag that Porsche was getting into something bizarre? Interesting.

It occurred to me in this episode that contra the implication in the first one, Porsche isn't one of the chess pieces at all; he's Korn's opponent. He just doesn't know he's playing.

The pool?!

And of course no one is allowed to be that blissful for long. 20 minutes left in the episode, plenty of time for Rule of 3 to be applied. Don't you lot have security cameras everywhere...?

OMG Porsche just fucking ask him, I can't handle any more of this nonsense from either one of you. And now you've got Pete helping?! Tsk. I have to say I respect the level of compartmentalization that leads to having a separate phone purely for your escort service. Suppose it prevents awkward misdials. (Kinn turning into a one-man man will significantly affect the local sex worker economy.)

I do think that is a timely reminder that Kinn's still an (adorable) Mafia prince and does shoot people kind of a lot.

Okay honestly I'm not sure what I would do if I definitely saw someone I was definitely told was dead? Twice. I just remembered how young Porsche is.

Kim has quite the face journey during Chay's song.

It's been ages since we had any Khun scenes.

I will never be able to write fic for this show; I can't come anywhere near this standard.

Oh thank god, we aren't going to drag this out past the end of the episode. Kinn went to college??? Business major, I assume. Anyway, congrats on using your words like regular people, both of you.

Rule of three!

[callmekyona]

I don't fucking care...(Zen x fem! reader)

AN:I was listening to idfc by blackbear and thought about writing an angst fic,i love breakup songs omg(i wrote this at 3 in the morning jesus)

Summary:You were supposed to go on a date with your boyfriend Zen,but he isn´t answering your calls or texts,he was supposed to pick you up,but little did you know that going to his house to check if everything was fine would end up in a breakup

Genre:Angst

TW:Cheating,swearing

Word count:547

Listen to the song here!

-Why...just why...what did I do wrong...I-

Tears rolled down your eyes,you've been like this for 20 minutes already,crying in the darkness of your room,you were supposed to spend the night with your boyfriend Zen,going to a restaurant,going to a small night walk,one of the million walks that you had went to with him,a 2 year relationship to the trash,because he found another girl...

You found him cheating on you when you went to his apartment,he wasn't answering your calls or messages and he was supposed to be at your door at 9pm,little did you know that the door was going to be unlocked,just to see him with another girl,you inmediately left running,you could hear Zen saying "Y/N wait I can explain it!",you didn't cared,with or without explanations,it still hurt...

All the walks,all the kisses,the cuddles,the happy moments,the sad moments,the parties of the RFA,everything was now garbage and you had to forget about it

-I gave him everything I had,and even more than that,because he deserved it,and this is what I get back...I hate him...

Your cries just got louder,you didn't cared if anyone heard you,this was horrible enough to care about other people.You could feel your eyes getting irritated for all the crying,you even got some red spots on your cheeks from it

-Why Zen why did you do this to me...why?!

You heard a gentle knock on your door,you knew who it was

-What do you want...

+Y/N open the door please,I need to talk to you

...

+I know you're there,please I just- wanna talk things out

-I don't have nothing to talk with you and your stupid cheating ass

+Y/N please,just open the door...

You got up from your bed,you were tired,mentally and phisically,and this wasn't helping,you stood in front of the door without opening it

-Why don't you leave Zen...you're just making things-worse

You couldn't help but cry again

+Because I don't wanna lose you,please...

-If you didn't wanted to lose me you wouldn't have done what you did,you have no excuse,leave me alone...please

+Y/N there is an explanation,just listen to me

-I don't fucking care about your explanations Zen...I don't fucking care about what we had,what I did for you,how far I went just to see you happy,the amount of time that I spent on you now is wasted...

Your tears started to interrupt your words,it was hard speaking now

-Everything,everything I fucking did for you,and this is what I get back,it was all a lie,I don't even want to know for how much time this shit has been going on because It'll only make it worse for me,just leave me alone,I beg you...

+But...Y/N please,I do love you

-And you did it again,you lied to me,what other lies did you told me?That I was pretty,good at what I did?What else?...

+No,no,stop saying that,let me speak,I can actually explain it just-

-I don't fucking care anymore Zen,say and do whatever you want,because I don't care or believe you anymore,my feelings for you were a mistake,and they were real,that´s the worst part...

+Y/N....I'm sorry...

That's the last thing you heard before collapsing onto the floor,all those years,wasted,just because he didn't actually loved you,but someone else.You could hear Zen slowly leaving your door,nothing else was said,the only thing that you could hear now was yourself crying,thinking about those memories,those beautiful and fake memories,who cares now...

[allylikethecat]

hi ally!! how was your day??? today at work i went down to get my lunch plate and it was A PASTA BAR with a warm rolls on the side and cookies, my day was fucking made. i do thipnk it’s quite ironic that our drug reps are giving us nothing but carbs and sugar but hey you only live once haha

ok now for tuesdays update: if i’m being honest i haven’t really been keeping up to date w ducklings cause im usually not the target audience for mpreg but when i saw the update i read the last chapter and todays and omg i’m living for the drama and i can’t believe george finally found out!! it was def not the reaction i was expecting i feel like we never really get to see an angry george but he is righfully angry with matty for keeping that secret. i liked seeing that side of fictional! george. i can’t wait to see how this unfolds and if reconciliation will happen sooner or later in the story

ok last thing and thanks for reading all the way through 😭 for talk shop tuesday what’s a fic you’ve been reading or thinking about lately from another writer (1975 related or not) also—is it weird that i had a dream the other night and infection!verse matty was just chilling in my dream??? it wasn’t even a dream ABOUT an ally fic, fictional! matty was just a character in my dream😭😭

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HELLO MY DEAR SMOOTHIE ANON!! THANK YOU FOR SENDING SUCH A WONDERFUL DETAILED ASK! I apologize for the novel I have written you in response.

I can't complain about my day, it was extremely hot out but work was good and I had a nice ride with Pop after! He wasn't impressed by the heat but we took lots of walk breaks and he got a nice cold shower after. OMG a PASTA BAR?! That is amazing even if the fact that it came from a drug rep is hilarious. I'm happy to hear you had a good day!

AHH thank you so much for reading the new chapter even though mpreg isn't usually your thing (which very valid I know it is not a thing for a lot people and I like am a huge fan of the whole 'not for me, don't read' thing ) but like thank you for checking it out anyway! But yes!! It was the big one! Fictional!George now knows Fictional!Matty's secret and him finding out did NOT go well. Not going to lie, I think some of the nastiness of ATKH Fictional!George seeped into Ducklings!George a little bit there 😬 But at the same time, I feel like most of my Fictional!George's have a little bit of an angry edge to them? He's kind of an asshole in ATKH and in the Infection Verse he and Fictional!Matty really went through it and were at each other's throats for a while there after they broke up? Idk but I guess for the most part I do usually write him as pretty sweet and patient and understanding.I also will say, his anger and reaction was based on a lot of self doubt and self hatred that he then projected onto fictional!Matty. I am excited to continue unraveling their story - Fictional!Matty is going to make it much worse before it gets better lol

OOooo Talk Shop Tuesday! Recently I've really enjoyed @sundrownsthehouse's new chapter of Take This Pain and Give it A Name I am SO EXCITED to see where it goes! As always, I am also continually obsessed with @vinylandcoffeecollection's Poses Series, the newest installment You and Me Together Song is absolutely brilliant and I cannot wait to see how it continues to unfold!

I also love that Infection Verse Fictional!Matty has invaded your thoughts so much that he's now an extra background character in your dreams lol welcome to my life he is always looming on the edges shouting "PAY ATTENTION TO MEEEE" lol

Thank you for sending this ask and for reading and being just generally so lovely! I hope your Tuesday was fantastic and that you have a wonderful rest of your week!

❤️Ally

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

Karma Is My Girlfriend

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note: my first fic not apart of an au its short but i think im happy with it, taylor swift x fem!reader (if thats not ur vibe scroll), and!! readers number is 76 cause 7+6=13 🥰

warnings: reader is said to be shorter then Taylor but not by much, also my bad photoshop skills

♡ summary: Taylor goes to her girlfriends game, and Y/n goes to her girlfriends concert.

♡ Taylor Swift x fem!reader

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folklore_forevermore: Y/n L/n and for our non-hockey fans Y/n is the first female NHL player! and she's gay! When asked who her celeb crush is went on to say Taylor!! then because our girl Y/n can't shut up (love her for it!) goes on to tell a story about trying to give Taylor her number when she went to The Eras Tour!! I love these two and my two worlds are colliding but what do y'all think??

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lana.and.taylor: I have no ides who this woman is but she is gorgeous and i wish her the best in her travels to get the Taylor Swift

loving.him.was_red: these gaylors are too much

folklore_forevermore: Hi! Not a gaylor I don't think anyone should assume Taylors sexuality gay or straight or anything else! I just love Taylor and love Y/n both!!

lorde_is_life: Y/n is canadian so maybe if they get together Taylor will add more canadian dates

gilmoregirls.02: never heard of Y/n but omg new celeb crush???

EmmaMay_13: bingeing Y/n clips and she said 'it's time to go' is her fav song!!!

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Haley

@/lukehughes.gf

Taylor is at the Devils game!!!!

jess @/speaknow.05 replying to @/lukehughes.gf what is a Devils game?

Haley @/lukehughes.gf replying to @/speaknow.05 The New Jersey Devils is an Nhl team and Taylor's at the game!

hanna @/pll.fan replying to @/lukehughes.gf Omg!! And this is right after Y/n says she tried to give Taylor her number?!?!?!!

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Opening night.

Opening night was always nerve racking, being the only woman in the league eyes were always on her, waiting for a mistake to critique or for her to say something or do something wrong. But with her girlfriend here to watch Y/n was more nervous than ever.

“Taylor Swift’s here?” Y/n hadn’t told the guys, other than Toffoli being the same age they clicked easily, it was Luke that asked Y/n but tried to pass it off as saying it to everyone. “Z and Cole will love that.” Jack mumbled to himself, before looking towards Y/n as did most of the other guys.

Tying her skates, trying to mind own business, Y/n mutters out “Why you looking at me?” She knew why they were looking at her. The clip of her saying she tried to give Taylor her number was everywhere. Tyler gave her a look from next to her, a ‘you know why’ look, and at that Y/n mumbles under her breath, “Yeah.”

“‘Yeah’ what?” “You know what.” Dawson was just being a pain, they all knew what.

“She’s my girlfriend.”

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After no scoring in the first, Y/n was hungry to get a goal and get the game going. Wanting her team to win but also wanting to put on a good game for Taylor. Taylor had been shown on the jumbotron almost anytime Y/n was on the ice, sitting with her family, cheering her girlfriend on, laughing with her mom, and having a couple rules explained by her dad.

Everytime she sat on the bench after a shift, she looked up into the suite Taylor was in, smiling and blush spreading to her checks, not being able to stop the smile from staying on her face until her next shift.

Stepping onto the ice, and getting a pass after the centerline, and skating up the rink. The puck passed through her legs before shooting the puck bardown. The first goal of the game.

After celebrating the goal with her team and when the goal horn ends, the tune of the chorus to ‘You Belong With Me’ plays throughout the area, the jumbotron cut to Taylor jumping and celebrating Y/n’s goal.

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The game went great, an amazing way to start the season. And after getting undressed, showered and dressed again, Y/n made her way out to the changeroom halls, where Taylor was waiting for her.

Seeing the tall blonde woman, smiling her red lipstick shaping her lips beautifully and making them look so kissable. Y/n had to do just that, running to the woman, and jumping into her arms. Laying a sweet and sensual kiss on her perfect red lips. Her hands holding tge side of Taylor’s neck, pulling her closer.

Y/n, breaking from the kiss to lay her head in her girlfriend's neck, mumbles quietly, “You look gorgeous.” “No you do. And you played great, from what I know.” “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Breaking their hug, Y/n keeps Taylor close, walking under the girl's arm, and her own arm resting on Taylor’s lower back. Walking out together, Y/n raises her head to talk into Taylor’s ear, “I can’t wait to get you home.” Y/n says, her hand lowering to rest on her girlfriend's ass, giving it a little squeeze before bringing said hand back to Taylor’s waist. Loving the woman’s reaction, Taylor laughs, “Baby, I thought we were going to dinner with your team.” “Oh- Do we have to?” “I want to meet them.” She said, still laughing. Causing Y/n to amike loving the sound of her girlfriend, before sighing and saying, “Fine. But remember, they’re a bunch of men in their 20’s they all had childhood crushes on you.” “Well, I love you so they’ll have to come to terms with that."

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Haley

@/lukehughes.gf

Y/n is at the last night of The Eras Tour 2023!!!

emily @/itsfearless.13 replying to @/lukehughes.gf They're girlfriends!!!

Paris @/We.were.in_Paris replying to @/lukehughes.gf Ahhhhhhhh! they are so cute!!!!

Lisa @/brina_fan.05 replying to @/lukehughes.gf I Love Them.

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Having a game last night and one in two days, Y/n fought for one night off, desperately wanting to see her girlfriend on stage before the new year. And so here she was, singing and dancing along to the gorgeous woman, who she couldn't believe she was loved by.

They whole concert was amazing, talking with Andrea and Scott, trading bracelets with fans. Now at the acoustic set Y/n couldn't help but be excited that the concert coming to an end, just wanting to see the woman, kiss her and cuddle her before they had to leave again, and Y/n going back to work.

Not even introducing the song, Taylor starts strumming her guitar and singing 'End game' a smile spreads on Y/n's face, that song was of course for her. And when the song ends, Taylor moves to the piano, playing 'It's time to go' Y/n crying, it had always been her favourite song, for three years, and Taylor remembered.

The bare minimum, to remember things about your partner, yet it was the most she'd ever gotten.

"Karma takes all my friends to the summit."

Y/n was in great anticipation for the final song. Taylor had jokingly said that she would change the lyrics, and the woman couldn't help but be excited at the thought. Of course the two had been in public together, but for Taylor to declare her love on the stage, would definitely make Y/n give her a great 'thank you'.

"Karma is the girl on the ice, coming straight home to me! Karma is my girlfriend!"

The dancers circling Taylor, laugh while dancing aways with shocked faces, no one in the stadium fully grasping the fact Taylor changed lyrics of her song for her girlfriend. As soon as the song ends, Y/n makes her way backstage in order to see Taylor as soon as she finishes her concert.

As soon as her and Taylor make eye contact, Taylor runs towards the girl, both wrapping their arms around each other. Sharing a kiss before Y/n tightens the hug, "You are amazing. Has anyone told you, you have a great voice?"

Laughing, Taylor gives the girl an other kiss, walking Y/n backwards into the tent, out of the way of fans prying eyes.

"I love you." "I love you too." "You sang 'End game', and you sang my favourite song, and you changed lyrics to be about me! You must really like me." "I must."

The singer burrows her head in her girlfriend's neck, leaving small kisses while Y/n continues, "And you looked so beautiful, and your performance was amazing, and 'Vigilante Shit' was so hot." "Oh, really?" "Mhmm."

[fightingwithtruelove]

hi suz! i'm sorry it's been a hot minute, it's been a little crazy on my end, and i didn't want you to think i was neglecting you! are you feeling any better? being sick is always the worst, but this time of year it definitely lingers much longer than anyone wants it to.

kdsbflkbdsglkdhas the hallmark christmas movies are basically always the same, but that's why i find them comforting. i like knowing that it's all going to turn out okay in the end lol very few stick with me, but the ones that stick definitely stick!

linstead <333333 i started watching chicago pd because i love sophia bush and totally loved linstead. i also love upsted...can you tell that i just love jay in general? lol i have...THOUGHTS about how they wrote him off but...anyway, i would definitely love to read your linstead fic 👀

pride and prejudice is just...brilliant. that feels like such a basic way to describe it, but that's what it is. jane austen was a genius. i have heard a lot about the chesapeake bay saga, and i'm glad to hear that you enjoy it! i love found family so i'll have to check it out!

i'm so excited that you'll be going to the eras tour multiple times next year! i love that journey for you! is there a certain set that you're most excited for? i can't wait to go the eras tour again next year, i'm already planning my outfit and my show is at the end of next year lol

ohhhhh romancy books! okay, uh i absolutely loved ashley poston's the dead romantics (i need to read the seven year slip). the bright falls series by ashley herring blake (deliah green doesn't care, astrid parker doesn't fail and iris kelly doesn't date) is super fun, as is the written in the stars series by alexandria bellefleur (written in the stars, hang the moon, count your lucky stars) and i always recommend emily henry for great romances. i also really like rachel lynn solomon and loved her latest, business or pleasure! i'd be happy to give more recs, just let me know what kind of books you're interested in!

awwwww i'm so glad that resonated with you 🧡 that means so much to me. oh, yes, once ss is over i'll definitely tell you what it is lol

how're things going with you? what has your week been like/what are you looking forward to? lots of love! - secret sleuth 🧡 🔎

Omg not at all! I know you have a life and all, and you're spoiling me with messages anyway, so don't worry! I am feeling better, but there's some lingering cough that I can't seem to get rid of. Soon I hope.

And yes, absolutely! You always know without fail that the main characters will end up together and there will be a happy ending. Sometimes that's exactly what you need.

Yeah that's the same reason I started watching it! And yeah I totally know what you mean, they really butchered his character. Okay, since you asked, this is the fic I'm still most proud of to this day, it's called Wish That You Were Here, and please feel no pressure to read it!

I'm so thrilled to just go, my friend and I had tickets for Lover Fest but it got cancelled because of Covid, so I am hoping nothing comes up this time! I'm super excited to scream the Cruel Summer bridge, obviously dreaming about my ideal surprise songs, but I'm really excited for the folklore and evermore sets, those are the ones we didn't really see live much and she made it so stunning. The willow in the movie is just wow (I'm speechless) and also my tears ricochet. I'm so excited to see those live. Which were your favorites the first time you went?? And don't remind me my original outfit idea fell through so now I'm not sure what I'm wearing. If push comes to shove I'll just wear my cruel summer t-shirt and jeans and do the lover heart around my eye or something haha.

Those all sound amazing and I will be checking them out! I've had emily henry on my list forever but then I saw some reviews that were like pretty negative and I have to admit in that moment that swayed me because I was pretty pressed for time at the time. But I'll have to give her a shot now that you mention it. Thank you so much for these recs!

My week was okay, I was still on sick leave till wednesday and then worked on thursday, friday and saturday. I took a nap yesterday that I only woke up from this morning. My neck hurts quite a bit, I think I strained a muscle because I'm sleeping with more pillows because of my cough. And I was working on my own ss gift, which is a little scary but mostly fun!

How about your week? Are you getting more into the festive spirit as the holidays approach?

Lots of love right back to you!

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Fanfiction reader asks: 3, 4, 27 for a fandom other than Good Girls

hiiii

Have you ever assumed you wouldn't like a fic and then read it and been very wrong?

yeah! i never thought id be into historical AUs but @fairhairedkings made me a believer. those fics make me swoon!!

Have you ever assumed you wouldn't like a fic and then read it and been very right?

yeah. it’s happened

REC A FIC

oh god um okay let’s see...

..ok so i just went through my bookmarks and bc ive deleted my old ao3 and only made a new one when i got into good girls, there’s very little from my past fandoms there. many non good girls fics that were still in my bookmarks have sadly been deleted since, but if memory serves right, this sterek fic was pretty fun

“Derek,” Stiles thunders. “Were you ever going to tell me your house is trying to hook us up?”

Derek's head snaps up, eyes wide and scenting the evident crackle of magic in the air.

Or the one where spark!Stiles moves into an enchanted apartment block owned by a grumpy alpha and is completely oblivious to the building's efforts to matchmake them.

When sparks fly by LunaCanisLupus_22

it’s been years since i read this but idk i liked it a lot at the time! something about the whole magical house situation was both ridiculous and hilarious. i never expected to enjoy this trope but it worked very well, it was so funny. and hot. it kinda reminds me of @sothischickshe’s neighbors!fic, but more ridiculous thanks to the magical elements. so if youre into sterek, smut, the sentient house trope with a side of found family (bc if i recall correctly they worked in many of the characters as residents of the apartment in a nice way), this might be the fic for you

thank you!!! fic reader asks??

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SNACKS AND SEX

A/N: a little something, because i thought i would be done with the single dadrry fic by now... but im not so i just wrote this quickly bc i felt bad hahahah

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

WARNING: a bit of body issues

SUMMARY: You're three months pregnant, but the world doesn't know. Seeing some pictures of yourself online really get to you.

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Social media has been a weird hole in your life ever since you started dating Harry. You weren’t an obsessive user before, but you spent your fair share of time scrolling on Twitter and Instagram, checking out funny posts.

But then they were about you.

Five years into dating Harry, one year of that spent as husband and wife, you still can’t stop yourself from wandering online and hurting yourself by seeing something mean about a photo or a nasty gossip. You promised yourself a million times before that you wouldn’t even check what complete strangers have to say about you, but it’s hard to keep away from the internet.

It’s a random Thursday evening when you break your promise again and it brings you to tears. Harry is out to get your Sour Patch Kids, because that was your pregnancy craving of the day and you tried to ignore it, but then ended up asking Harry to run to the store and get them for you without a word or complain. He’s been your hero not just since you’ve found out you’re pregnant three months ago, but probably since you met him.

So while you’re waiting for him, you’re munching on some chips, scrolling on Twitter aimlessly.

And then you find a thread about yourself.

Two days ago you went for a walk around the neighborhood, the weather was nice, you felt like you needed to get out of the house so you and Harry walked to your favorite bakery, got some donuts and took a stroll. Paparazzi keep away from the neighborhood where you live, Harry has had a long but successful fight with them in the past so now they keep their distance, so you weren’t worried about getting papped. But you can’t have normal people away every time you’re out on the streets. He has fans everywhere and love taking pictures of him doing literally anything, whether it’s just crossing the street, being on a run or walking around with her pregnant wife eating donuts.

Well, people don’t know you’re pregnant and hopefully they won’t find out for months.

You kind of saw a few girls get worked up when they spotted the two of you, but you were hoping they would be respectful and not take pictures. You were wrong. And now you’re met with a series of photos of you, your face stuffed with donuts like you never ate any before. They caught you in a bad moment, for sure. You haven’t washed your hair in days, you were wearing baggy clothes because one, they hide your growing belly amazingly and two, those are what you feel the most comfortable in. Your body is going through some major changes, comfort is your number one priority these days.

But now you’re watching people tear you apart for looking so slobby and practically just the shadow of yourself compared to what you used to look like five years ago.

She definitely shouldn’t be eating donuts, lol.

Wow, she put on so much weight!

Harry is just getting hotter, while she is turning into… that.

She is twice the size like she was at the Grammy’s omg!

You just can’t stop reading the nasty messages, they seem to be endless, about your look, your clothes and mostly about the size of your body. You immediately stop eating the chips and toss the pack away as you keep scrolling.

Tears start dwelling in your eyes, feeling like all these comments are being thrown at you relentlessly. There’s no doubt you’ve gained weight, pregnancy has been crazy for you, you’ve been constantly hungry, always eating something because whenever you tried to keep yourself out of the kitchen, your body definitely started rioting against you until you gave it what you wanted. So you’ve been putting on extra weight these past months, but you didn’t think much of it until now.

“Fuck,” you mumble, tears rolling down your cheeks as you lock the phone and toss it to the side, staring ahead of you, the comments playing in your mind on repeat.

It gets you so worked up that you don’t even notice when Harry returns.

“Love? I got everything you’ve been craving!” he sings as he walks down the hallway, smiling to himself thinking about all the treats in his tote bag.

You jump at his voice and try to hide your state, but a moment later he walks in and sees you sitting at the dining table, crying.

“Hey, what happened?” he asks, dropping the bag and rushing over to you, kneeling in front of you. “What happened? Talk to me, baby!”

“Nothing,” you breathe out shakily, but even the blind could see that you’re crying. “But… I don’t want the snacks anymore.”

“What? You’ve been craving them all day, I got all your favorites!”

“I don’t…” you shake your head and even though you’re fighting hard to stop crying, it just gets worse.

“Y/N, don’t tell me nothing happened, something clearly upset you! Please, I want to help!” he begs, feeling helpless seeing you like this.

Instead of answering, you just grab your phone, unlock it and hand it over to him and wait as he reads over some of the mean tweets.

“Baby…” he exhales, putting the phone to the side as he pulls out the chair next to yours and sits beside you, his hands never letting go of yours in your lap. “These idiots don’t matter, they have no idea that you’re pregnant!”

“I’m pregnant, yeah, but I also gained a lot of weight and I’m only entering the second trimester! I look horrible!”

“No, you don’t, you look amazing!”

“Don’t bullshit me, I look like shit on those pictures and I have a feeling I look the same now as well!” you snap at him. Your hormones have been all over the place so you’ve been overreacting a lot lately, but you just can’t help it.

“But that’s not what I see. I see my beautiful wife enjoying some great donuts she deserved because she is growing our baby in her belly. Did you put on some weight? Yes, but that’s nothing to be ashamed of. I loved you before pregnancy, I love you now and I will love you forever.”

“How do you not think I look hideous?” you moan, still not convinced.

“Because I’m in love with you and all I care about is that you’re nourished, loved and cared for so you can care for our baby in there,” he says, placing a hand to your growing belly. “People will always have something to say about us, that doesn’t mean it’s true. I was there with you on our walk, I saw you eat those donuts and wanna know what I thought?”

“What?” you ask in a whisper.

“I was so happy that I saw you eat them with those pleased hums, I loved knowing that you have what you want and need. That’s all that mattered to me.”

Harry can tell you’re still not entirely on the same page as him and he is determined to get your mind to the right place.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Y/N. And you’re going through some extreme changes so we can grow our family. Be nice to your body, because it’s gifting us with a baby. I promise you that even on your worst day, when you feel like you don’t want anyone to look at you, I would still think the same thing about you.”

“Are you sure?” you ask as he wipes your tears off of your cheeks.

“I can’t be more sure, I promise. Now why don’t we get comfortable on the couch, I’ll rub your feet and we can eat the snacks I got and then maybe have sex too,” he adds cheekily and it finally makes you laugh.

“Harry!”

“What?” he grins. “I told you, you’re beautiful. Of course I want to have sex with my amazing wife!”

“You don’t mind the weight I’ve put on?”

“No,” he answers confidently. “I love all of you, I love this wonderful body of yours that’s cooking my baby in there,” he smirks and leaning down he kisses your stomach, making you laugh. Then he wraps you in his arms and pulls you into his embrace. “We good?” he hums.

“Yeah,” you nod, holding onto him tight.

“So, snacks?”

“Yes.”

“And sex?” he adds, his hands wondering down to your butt, giving it a nice squeeze.

“Mm… Maybe. After snacks,” you say, making him laugh this time.

“Deal!”

Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed and buy me a coffee if you want to support me!

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probably gonna be the only selena fic i’m gonna write unless y’all have some requests/ ideas for others

wanted to write about the drama cause why not.

(i’m team selena btw. marrying your stalker is just crazy)

if you like this one, check out my other fics!

-grey

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pagesix Just when the world thought #HaileyBieber and #SelenaGomez had waved the white flag, the pair became embroiled in another internet feud. The former #DisneyChannel star and the #RhodeSkin founder have long been pitted against each other, having both been romantically involved with #JustinBieber. 😬 A complete timeline of their ongoing drama is at the link in bio.

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selenafan2 imagine fighting over a man that wears crocs to dinner

haileyfan2 selena needs to move on…

↳ haileyfan2 and so do her fans…

↳ selenafan3 it’s not selena or her fans that’s the problem

↳ haileyfan2 she lets her fans cyber bully hailey. and she adds fuel to the fire by acting offended/hurt by her fan’s wild speculation on everything hailey

↳ selenafan4 selena has spoken out about hate plenty of times. it’s hailey adding fuel to the fire and justing for not putting it out for defending his WIFE

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glamourmag “I'm too old for this.”

It all started with an Instagram story, and things quickly took a turn. Read why there's drama speculation between #SelenaGomez, #HaileyBieber, and #KylieJenner, and why Selena

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selenafan2 team selena. all day.

randomperson justin needs to speak out cause all he doing is a whole lot of nothing in defending his wife. he shows off more of his selena tattoo than his wife

haileyfan2 haileys not doing anything. y’all are reaching

↳ selenafan3 lmao ya after making all the drama herself

↳ selenafan4 this is all so crazy. justin fr married his stalker

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selenaupdates selena went on tiktok live to chat and at the end she said to keep a lookout on a new rare beauty video with a surprise at the end

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selenafan1 ohmygod. i cant wait for the new vid!

selenafan2 i wonder what the surprise is

↳ selenafan3 she’s dating someone. i’m calling it now

↳ selenafan4 IMAGINE

selenafan3 i wonder what the surprise is

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selenaupdates DID YOU GUYS SEE HER NEW VIDEO!! THAT WAS ONE HELL OF A SURPRISE

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selenafan1 “i have a hot date with some ramen noodles and a good movie.” relatable

↳ selenafan2 don’t forget the man and a child that came on “hey! don’t forget about us!”

↳ selenafan3 we all heard the little girl say mama right? that’s not just me?

↳ selenafan4 oh it’s not just you IM FREAKIBG OUT

selenafan5 selena just chose today to soft launch her FAMIKY A WHOLE ASS FAMILY

↳ selenafan6 SHES A MILF

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selenagomez happy anniversary @ yourinstagram! being with you for five years, married for now three has been my greatest adventure. thank you for being the best husband to me and father to our little angel. I cannot thank you enough for sticking by this tough journey. here’s to many more anniversaries and hopefully more children!

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taylorswift happy anniversary! auntie tay needs some goddaughter snuggles from munchkin soon!

↳ selenagomez you know you can come over anytime

↳ yourinstagram you can come pick her up rn. sel and i need some mommy and daddy time

↳ selenafan2 OMG SO CUTE MOMMY AND DADDY

↳ selenafab7 HES SO HOT MILF DILF

chrisevans she needs some time with her godfather too! @ taylorswift @ selenagomez @ yourinstagram

↳ yourinstagram you got next time man!

↳ chrisevansfan1 CHRIS IS A GODFATHER

selenafan3 this better shut jb’s wife down. selena is married with a child. she ain’t gonna steal your man. she got a whole better looking upgrade.

few days later

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selenaupdates selena went live to answer questions about her relationship, said even though she revealed her family, she would love to still keep them private

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selenafan1 “we met at a party. i think it was the met gala after party in 2018. is that right hun?” she looked so in love talking about her husband. HUSBAND still can’t believe it

selenafan5 “he proposed at our one year anniversary and we got married five months later. when you know, you know. why wait?” she said no to justin and said yes to yn without hesitation. miss girl finally knows what real love is. thank you yn

selenafan8 “i chose taylor as godmother for obvious reasons. she’s my best friend. no one else i would’ve picked. yn chose chris cause they’re best friends. they met working for marvel. chris being captain america and yn being head of film in all of marvel.”

↳ selenafan9 we love a successful and humble family

↳ selenafan2 hailey been real quiet. she gon announce she has a secret baby too

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Are you gonna do part 2 to Homage? Of course if you are busy or just don't feel like it take your time and rest :) i just really like the fic and your writing! You're amazing!

Summary: Reader introduces Hunter to what pancakes are.

tw: none.

a/n: Sorry that I skipped a request to do this one, I just got inspiration for this one first.

wc: 0.8k

Master List

“So palismen can choose their familiar?” I asked with wide eyes. “Do you think I could get one if I went to your world?” 

“Yeah,” Hunter nodded. “Theoretically.”

Hunter was at my house, explaining the magic that was in the demon realm. When I offered to hang out with Hunter, I didn’t actually expect us to hang out on our own. Luz was very adamant and set the entire thing up to be fair. It was kind of awkwards at first, us both sitting in silence. I brought up the topic of magic and he’s been going on explaining everything in great detail. It was really interesting.

“I’m…sorry,” He said sheepishly, looking down at his palisman. “I know my voice is annoying.”

I looked at him confused, “I don’t think so. I…I think it’s nice.”

He looked up at me with wide eyes, “Oh.”

Feeling embarrassed? I’m not exactly sure what I was feeling, but it made me want to change the subject. 

“So does your palisman have a name?” I asked. His palisman was a little red cardinal that had a scar over its left eye. It fit him. 

“Uh, yeah,” Hunter replied, picking up the cardinal. “His name is Flapjack.”

“Flapjack?” I asked in surprise. I felt a smile curl onto my lips, “Like a pancake?”

“Pancake?” He asked in confusion. His magnta eyes searched mine, like he’d magically find the definition.

“You guys don’t have pancakes?” I asked, flabbergasted. He shook his head slowly, reminding me of a kid who just got scolded. “Omg I need to…you need to try one. I think we’ve got a pancake mix.” 

I stood up from my bed, walking quickly to the kitchen. My mom paid us no mind as I searched the cabinets. I heard Flapjack chirp and Hunter hush it, but I ignored it. My mission was more important. Mission, introduce Hunter to the wonderful world of pancakes and breakfast foods. I let out a victorious ‘yes!’ as I indeed found the pancake mix. I checked the expiration date, just in case. I mean I don’t really cook often and my mom’s too busy too. 

I quickly gathered the other ingredients, not like there were many more, and got the batter ready. I put a pan on the stove and set it to medium heat, now waiting for it to heat up as I got out butter.

“Are you sure this is safe?” Hunter asked. 

“Yeah,” I nodded, buttering the pan. “It's a pancake mix, so most of the ingredients are already mixed for you. That’s why I just had to add milk, to make it a batter.”

I poured the batter into the pan once it was hot enough. While it cooked, I grabbed a few plates. Flipping the pancake, I cringed at how it was burned. So I’ll scrap this one and flip it sooner, noted.

“It smells really good,” Hunter muttered. 

“Just wait till you taste it,” I smirked. “This is easy to make, even for someone who never cooks, like me.”

The next few pancakes were the perfect golden brown, and I internally pat myself on the back for how good they looked and smelled. I divided the pancakes between both plates and set one in front of Hunter. I then went to the fridge and grabbed the syrup. Can’t forget the best part! I rushed back to the dining room table and sat next to him. 

“Okay, so try a pancake without the syrup, and then with it,” I said eagerly. Hunter nodded and hesitantly cut into his stack and took a bite. I sat on the edge of my seat, curious to what he thought of it. It’s not everyday you get to introduce someone to something. Hunter’s eyes widened as he chewed, glancing at me then back down at the food. 

Swallowing, Hunter spoke up, “This is amazing!”

“You think that’s good?” I asked with a smug grin. “Now try it with some syrup!” He did just that and he seemed even more floored. I grinned, proud of myself. Now he needed to try some homemade pancakes. I ate my pancakes as well, content with the outcome of this little expedition. 

Flapjack hopped over to me, and I raised my hand up to pet it. Just in case it didn’t want to be pet. It twittered happily as I brushed its wooden feathers. Even though it was wooden, it was still soft. 

“Who's a cute little guy,” I cooed, petting the birds back. I heard Hunter choke, and I looked up in concern. He sputtered as he swallowed the rest of the water he was drinking, his face bright red. “Are you okay?”

“Mhm,” He nodded, not meeting my gaze, but showing off a shaky smile. Flapjack hopped back over to Hunter, then flew up into his hair. “Hey!” The bird just chirped and made a little nest in his hair. Adorable. 

I rested my arm on the table, put my head in my hand and stared at Hunter, “So, want to learn how to play Mario Kart?”